It's Dolly's Birthday
by Mark Philip Alger
This is the fifteenth and last story of the Dolly Apocrypha -- in the order they were written. By the time this went up on the CFXS mailing list, I was engrossed in writing a Xena fanfic called And in the End. The next Dolly story written would be Genesis, the as-yet uncompleted novel telling of the events surrounding Dolly's birth. The writing of the Apocrypha had taken approximately a year. It seemed fitting, therefore, that the last story take place on Dolly's first birthday.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters Gepetto, Pinocchio, and the Blue Fairy, together with their... wait. The characters of Pygmalion and Galatea... Uh, the golem... Well, there's the viewpoint character who's not really me. And then there's this girl who used to be a Gabrielle action figure, but she's not any more, and then there's the Center for X Studies, a fictional university with a campus in Ohio and satellite campi around the world. But that doesn't count. Rennie MacDougal, the mad Scottish instructor in Thaumaturgy is, well... derivative, but of what? The katana is a nice touch, though. Callisto Dolly--in fact, all of the Dollies were manufactured by Toy Biz, but none of the three who are in this story are dollies any more...
Content: Being as this is created by and for fans of a violent television show that had a notorious following of people who are interested in sex, (as if there is anybody who is not interested in sex), it's a pretty safe bet that, even though this story is not about the characters in the show, there's plenty of both. There is also some language that some may find offensive and will tut-tut about. Too bad. That's what the off-button is for. Nobody is forcing you to read this. Exercise your freedom of choice. Everybody else: enjoy!
This story, both in its present form, and as it originally appeared on the Center for Xena Studies mailing list, is © 1999-2004 Mark Philip Alger. All rights reserved.
All works copyright © 1999-2005 Mark Philip Alger. All rights reserved.
by Mark Philip Alger