When Mannequins attack

By Catfight_Luvr

Vivienne had been the main mannequin in the front window of Selfridges for 3 months, she loved the attention, she loved all the beaming faces looking at her as they stopped and stared at the latest Westwood collection she was modelling. She was elegant and tall and definitely more buxom than a standard mannequin. She imagined that the shoppers were looking solely at her, wondering what colour nails she would have on that day, what pose she would be sporting, she always preferred it when she was a blonde in a low cut gown and adored those days when the window dresser, Maria, would lift her leg and show off a strategically placed garter, she was in fact very content..until that is 1 month ago when one morning Stella arrived.

The McCartney collection was a big hit after the Olympics and now Stella was there, sharing Vivien’s window, attracting all kinds of attention in her stunning outfits. A more slender mannequin, maybe 2 inches shorter than Vivienne, Stella simply purred as she arrived but did not like Vivienne at all, she could sense a feeling of ill will from her and delighted when she felt that maria had placed her in a more prominent position to show off a new outfit, or turned her back on Vivienne. Of course none of this went unnoticed by Vivienne and the feeling of rivalry grew and grew. Maria too felt uncomfortable, no matter how well she dressed the window she always felt something was wrong, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but since she had received instructions to put two rival collections in one window none of the arrangements had felt right.

Then one week ago something very strange had happened to Vivienne and Stella. A strange and wild looking lady dressed in a vivid flowing outfit wandered up to the window one evening at 11.55 pm and was transfixed on the two mannequins, it was as though she could sense the feelings inside the mannequins and with a wicked grin she took out a tiny little black book and recited a strange rhyme in some ancient dialect, then simply closed the book and with a wink directed at Vivienne in the shop window she turned and walked away.

Stella and Vivienne watched intently and as the lady closed the book and turned to walk away at precisely 12.00 midnight something incredible happened, a tingling sensation started in their necks and both mannequins could feel the wigs they were wearing tighten and they realised they had become real hair and best of all their heads were free to move around....they were alive from the neck up!!

BITCH !! screamed Vivienne at Stella. “This is my window, and don’t you forget it you flat chested plastic piece of shit!”...Vivienne curled her lips and snarled at Stella...”Oh do shut up you old hag” smirked Stella, “what’s up can’t you face the competition from a young vibrant upcoming company” and she chortled to herself and turned to watch the few late night passers by, mostly tramps and drunks returning home. The mannequins were both facing the window, Stella on Vivienne’s right side, turned slightly towards her rival. Viviennne was in a rage...”Oh you scrawny cheap far east import, there is nothing classy about you, unlike my porcelain finish” I wish my hands were alive too then I could show you what I really think about you BITCH”..at that moment Vivienne felt a tingling sensation running down her right arm...and amazingly that too came to life, it seems that the more violent her thoughts became the more she became alive...Stella turned to Vivienne slightly alarmed as she saw Vivienne raise her right hand high and swinging hard delivered a wild vicious slap across Stella’s left cheek, spinning her head sideways....”oooohhhh you fucking slut” snarled Stella and instantly she felt a strange sensation in her left arm and slowly her fingers came to life and she flexed her claws and grinned wickedly...”Bitch, your gonna...” but before she could finish her sentence Vivienne had back slapped her right cheek and with her rivals head now right in front of her reach Vivienne delivered such a wild slap that it stung her palm badly but sent Stella crashing across the window and onto the floor...Stella screamed in rage and she felt a tingling sensation in her legs and turned with an evil glare and stared at Vivienne but then at precisely 15 minutes past 12 both mannequins lost all sensation that they had just gained and returned to their motionless state, Vivienne, a sense of victory purring through her still staring angrily at her rival....Stella laying on the floor with rage burning through her.

At 7 am Maria arrived and went to her window and let out a gasp...”What the.?” How did this happen? She thought, must have been a cat or something, she would have to have a word with security, but as she picked Stella up she was surprised to find the left side of the mannequins face slightly dirty, she was sure it looked like a hand print but surely it couldn’t be...oh well better clean her and straighten her up. As the day progressed and the new outfits were placed on the mannequins, nothing seemed right to maria, wherever she placed the mannequins it didn’t work, it felt uncomfortable to her having them apart so eventually she settled on them facing each other, she wasn’t sure why but it seemed the best place to leave them and adjusting Vivienne’s blond wig for one last time, she closed the back of the window and at 5pm left, her day done.

The mannequins were staring at each other as the lights went off in the store and the window soft night light came on, they were staring at each other all evening, unable to talk or move but their eyes were burning and glaring at one another, they could see the street quieten and wondered what time it was when all of a sudden the store clock struck 12 and the tingling sensation returned, this time both of them felt it in their arms and necks and within seconds they reached up with both hands and yanked on each other’s hair, Stella gripping Vivienne’s blonde locks tightly and Vivienne wrapping her fingers deep in Stella’s auburn hair and they both pulled hard..these mannequins were now truly at war their heads were being pulled and bent this way and that, hair was being pulled out, now and then a hand would be pulled free and a slap delivered until furiously the pair started trading slaps at one another’s face and shoulders, realising that more and more of their body was becoming alive again and their torsos could now move as well, again two hands latched into each other’s hair and their heads were pulled forwards... “BITCH”..”SLUT”...”DOLL” the bitching continued until all of a sudden Stella screamed...Vivienne had yanked hard at her stunning designer outfit and ripped it, tearing it forwards and exposing her naked breasts, as she straightened Vivienne slapped Stella’s chest hard and then latched onto her left breast with her right hand, clawing at her chest, twisting and digging her nails in as deep as she could she made Stella cry out...”Bitch I’m going to take you apart bit by bit” snarled Vivienne and as Stella covered herself defending her chest from the vicious attack suddenly the feeling stopped again, at precisely 12.15 am.

As Maria arrived, she walked to the window with a certain sense of anxiety this time and once more was startled at what she saw. The Stella mannequin had been attacked, the £400 designer dress ripped and torn down to the waist, the halter neck tie snapped, it’s wig on the floor, totally ruined with chunks all over the place and smudge marks all over it’s face and chest. This really will not do, she muttered. Security is going to have to step up patrols and as she picked up the Stella mannequin to take it for cleaning she noticed the Vivienne mannequin’s wig was slightly off it’s head and smudge marks on it’s face too. “Oh god, she needs cleaning as well... “Mary, get in here and help me!” Maria instructed Mary to re-dress Stella and change Vivienne’s outfit too, Stella had a new collection this week and Maria wanted to show this off and decided to put on the old Vivienne outfit so as not to outshine the new Stella range, which she personally preferred. Both mannequins could hear the girls talk as they were dressed, this just incensed Vivienne even more and Stella was incandescent with rage as to what had happened to her the previous night. Maria decided to place the mannequins at opposite ends of the display, she didn’t know why and as she left she gave the security night watchman a dressing down for his sloppiness and went home.

The soft night light came on but this time there was a strange glow coming from within the mannequins eyes, there was now burning hatred deep inside them and as the hours passed this grew stronger and stronger..this evening it was clear that something was different again, both mannequins could feel an all over body tingling, all evening, very slight and as the midnight hour approached growing ever more intense....as the store clock struck 12, the mannequins burst into total life and from opposite ends of the window raced towards each other screaming...”Bitch”..”Whore”..”Slut”...they collided with such force they crashed to the floor, hair was pulled, faces scratched and raked with nails, both of them knowing they had 15 minutes to destroy their rival...Stella raked Viviennes face badly and clawed at her eyes...Vivienne twisted her face and bit hard on Stella’s clawing fingers, causing Stella to reach her hand back...as she did so Vivienne ripped at Stellas dress, shredding it down the middle, her hands now raking hard at Stella’s chest and neck...both mannequins fought close, hard and dirty, biting any part of exposed flesh they found themselves near, their legs not quite able to take their full body weight, keeping them on the floor rolling over and over, ripping, tearing and clawing at one another. Vivienne was wild with rage, she had heard Maria talk all day about Stella and had decided tonight it had to end, she pulled and twisted at Stella’s right arm, bending it behind her back, pulling hard, making Stella scream in agony, she dropped her arm as she realised it had become useless, limp at Stella’s side and proceeded to attack her face and chest again with her nails, Stella tried to fight her off but Vivienne grabbed Stella’s leg and twisted her over, bending her at her knee until the same happened again and Stella’s leg fell motionless...sensing her rival was falling apart Vivienne grabbed her right arm and bent it back hard, causing Stella to cry in pain before her other arm went limp too....now straddling ehr, her own dress in tatter around her, hair on the floor both blonde and auburn mixed together Vivienne turned Stella onto her front and lifter her head back by her hair, wrapped both arms around her neck and squeezed... “Nooooooo stop !!!” squealed Stella but it was no good, Vivienne twisted hard and Stella fell totally limp........

......the security guard was rushing to the window, what the hell was all that commotion, the clock struck 12.15 just before he reached the window and pulled back the door to the shop window, as he did so the Vivienne mannequin fell onto him as the door opened to reveal the total carnage. It had a strange kind of smug look on it’s face, totally naked, the dress it had been wearing in pieces on the floor, he could not believe it but somehow this mannequin now had hard ridged gouge marks across its face...he picked up the phone and dialled Maria...“How the hell could that have happened to a porcelain mannequin!!!” screamed Maria down the phone ..”AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE STELLA DOLL IS IN TOTAL PIECES ON THE FLOOR !!!” Maria tried to calm herself but when her phone bleeped and she looked at the picture that was slowly downloading on her phone, her chin almost hit the floor, mouth agape she stared at the scene in her beloved window, it was a total mess, the brand new £2000 McCartney dress was in pieces on the floor, wigs were in pieces but most alarming the Stella mannequin lay in a heap in the corner, pulled to pieces, arms, legs and head detached from the torso and deep gouges all over it....she was sure they looked like scratches but how the hell could they be, after all the mannequin was solid plastic.

....at that precise moment the wild haired lady stood opposite the window looking at the scene of devastation and wondering how they were going to explain the mess, then uttered another small rhyme in the same ancient dialect and closed her little black book....she wondered if Selfridges might dare to put another collection alongside hers again......