////Alice playing with a rubber ball. No allowchild check needed. Requires silly mode. [Explore] (quite rare)
////Req encounter alices before.
Your [sun]-lit stroll is going well, with no danger in sight. And just as you get even the slightest inkling of foreboding, you're surprised to see a little girl further on ahead! From a distance, she seems to be in a pretty dress, has long [aliceHair] hair, and is bouncing a ball against a tree. Without really thinking about it, you're already [walking] toward her, catching yourself before you get noticed. You don't know her, she doesn't know you--maybe you shouldn't approach.
[Watch] [disableif (!allowChild) [Approach] "Her parents can't possibly be far, and in this world, they would hate to find a stranger approaching their child."]
//Approach. "She's cute, and you're ready if anything goes awry."
The inkling you felt continues to persist, like something is gnawing at your mind, but you put it out of your head, pressing on until the girl notices you coming close.

Her eyes go wide and she starts to gasp, though gets interrupted by the ball bouncing back and tapping her on the head. [say:AH--] She rubs her temple, wincing, and you see her horns, wings, and tail unveil themselves. An illusion! This is an Alice! The girl glares at you and you're in for a fight!
{start a battle with an Alice, and add rubber ball to the loot (100%)} ((items can be forced as loot like in googirl file also with the rubber ball))
//Watch. "Just enjoy the simple things, and don't cause any trouble."
The little [aliceSkin]-skinned girl continues to toss the ball at the tree, looking very bored, until nearly missing the catch! As she juts her hand out, she starts to perk up more. Next, she throws the ball a bit harder, this one needing a small leap to stop from passing over her head! The more she bounces it around, the more she's getting into it, playing with reckless abandon.

A spark flits from the ball as it leaves her hand, careening off the tree, off the dirt, and then up into her hand with astounding speed. Smirking, the child throws it again, denting the bark of the tree and bouncing far into the air above. Staring straight in the sky, she walks around awkwardly, but manages to catch the ball as it falls back down.

With zeal, she throws the ball with all her might at the tree--it bounces back directly into her forehead, [if (guro) {shattering her skull and scattering brain-matter across the grass and dirt|flying into the sky yet again}] as the girl is thrown to the ground.

Rubber ball added to inventory. {add rubber ball to inventory}
[Leave] [Use Her]
///Leave. "Free ball!" use one hour go back to camp (no scene)
///[Use Her].tooltip="It's what she would have wanted." Req guro && allowchild. If guro enabled but allowchild off, disabled text: "Making use of child labor might make sense but you doubt she's in any condition to work." No button at all if guro is off, unless someone makes a non-guro version. No taur or genderless support.
A surrendering sigh escapes you as you approach the corpse. [if (isChild) {Go figure that when you find a girl your age she--s|S}]he's not a little girl at all, she was a demon! Horns, tail, wings, the works. You suppose if there's any consolation, she died as she lived. Balls on the brain. Your eyes scan across the demon's supple [aliceskin] skin, drinking in the sight. Not letting the perverseness inhibit you, you pull up the girl's dress and see her [alicePantiesLong] panties. The soft fabric is fitted well for her, with elasticity that lets you easily pull it aside with your thumb, revealing the puffy, hairless vulva within. The fact a succubus could milk [if (hasCock) {your|a}] soul out with this escapes your mind--she's dead, her forehead caved in like a broken vase, there's no danger left. Or at least, so you think, but moisture beads between those lips before your very eyes. [if (watersports) {No, wait, not what you first thought, she's just slowly wetting herself|Maybe it's the body's one last desperate attempt to mate. Not that it would bear any fruit at this point}].

Gliding a [hand] up, you caress her face. One eyeball is bruised and misshapen, almost slipping down into the brain thanks to the destroyed socket, while the other eye is peacefully closed. The contrast between the streaks of red blood and her [aliceSkin] skin is just the right balance for now, before the blood has darkened. Your instincts carry the movement as you lean in and lick, tasting the iron and uniquely demon hints.
//the penisn't version. req pussy
Whether it's something about succubus blood or just your natural impulse, you feel driven to go further, groping and fondling the demoness, opening her blouse, and running your fingers across her chest. Despite being flat, her breasts are still soft, and if not for the lack of any thump or pulse, the warmth would make you think she was still alive. Her little nipple squishes between your teeth, but there won't be any moans or milk from nibbling this teat.

Shifting focus, you scoop up the dead girl by the shoulders, [if (!isnakedlower) {fumbling to expose yourself before }][if (tailLeg) {wrapping your tail around her to keep her in place, her legs spread around your hips and her cunt flush against your own|straddling her leg, squeezing it between your thighs tightly to stimulate yourself}]. You don't suppose her neck is broken, yet in all this movement her head has been dangling back in such an extreme way you never see in a living person. The scent of blood intensifies as much spills from the gash, prompting you to give the smashed-open cranium some support. Face-to-face once more, the urges overtake you and you lock your lips to hers, and grind for pleasure down below.

Your hips roll into hers, inadvertently pushing her away in your grasp and forcing you to embrace her harder to keep the corpse in place. Crimson trails down the Alice's cheek and you break the kiss to lick it, finding another wave of desire thrusting you into the necrophilia. The pleasant smell of the little demon girl alongside the oxidizing blood fills your nostrils. Tightness swells in your [if (tailLeg) {loins|thighs}] and you hump faster. In your flurry, you suck hard on her mouth and unexpectantly start fellating the succubus's tongue. The meaty tendril tickles your throat.

Anxious glee reverberates out in your moans and you grind on your little organic sex toy toward orgasm. Her existence wanted nothing more than what you're giving her now, relieving the boundless tension she held. If anything remains of that lust demon's hunger, you will put it to rest. Rolling your hips, your pussy grinds on her[if (tailLeg) {s| thigh}] and you shake as the climax can finally wash over you. It is at once both a comforting relief and a splash of cold water to break your trance. Your throat impulsively flexes as the tip of her tongue slides away from it, and the head drops backwards gracelessly. Now unburdened by your baser needs, you rise, straighten yourself out, and grab the little rubber ball. You'll play more responsibly than this Alice did.
//the penis'd version.
Whether it's something about succubus blood or just your natural impulse, you feel driven to get straight to the action, [if (isnakedlower) {gripping|pulling free}] your swollen [cocks]. There's a relieving sensation the moment you press up against the moist labia, moving the member around to feel every little detail of her tiny delta. Her face remains unreactive, no sign of life even as you lean in. Your [cockhead] pops inside her entrance, filling the space. Moments ago, she was playing with a ball like a carefree child, but her pussy is as wet as a whore anticipating her next dick, letting you slide in to the hilt[if (watersports) {, making her squirt one last shot of pee from the pressure}].

The flesh drags a bit as you pump your hips. Although no muscles are contracting around you, her body is just small and narrow enough to squeeze any dick[if (cockThickness > 3) {--her pelvis shifting as you strain its normal, unaided limits|[if (cockThickness < 1) {--even your thin little penis}]}]. You hunch over the young demoness, hugging her soft frame as you fuck her. The limpness is closer to a stuffed doll than a living being--nothing but a fleshlight and pretty face. The thought hits you, in that moment, that with no muscles trying to milk you, it doesn't really matter what hole you use.

Withdrawing, you bring your [cock] over to the Alice's head. Briefly, you look into the bruised eye and feel a sense that she is watching this happen. You hold her head in your [hands] and slap your shaft onto the hole the rubber ball made. It may not be a clean break in the skull, but the messy opening is big enough that you aren't concerned, your dick still [if (cockWidth >= 4) {splits the damaged cranium|slides in}] with ease. Her brain has not nearly the density of even the limp muscles of her pussy; this feels like stringy gelatin, and it cooled down more than her cunt had too. Yet it feels [i:good]. The silkiness of her [aliceHair] hair between your digits and the not-so-canal-shaped innards of her cranium make for a novel experience. It almost comes as a surprise when you look at her face again and see the bloody mess you're making. Every thrust is rupturing blood vessels and pushing the slimy cerebral fluid out her nose and eyes--and still you can't stop. You fuck the dead little girl in the head faster, letting the squelching sound echo for all to hear. Everything tenses up inside you, stealing your breath, and you cum with a heavy grunt. Globs of white with streaks of pink [if (cummediumleast) {burst|leak}] out her nose.

It's unclear how much time is passing as you simply sit there, drooling semen into her skull. [if (cor < 33) {Though you weren't the one at fault for her death, this still sits somewhat wrongly in your gut|No doubt she would have wanted this if she were alive.[if (cor + lib > 100) { Perhaps even you would hope you can be used like this when you pass, one day.}]}] Brushing the thoughts aside, you pull yourself up and continue your stroll, wondering what you'll find next.