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"Not with the sword and pistol, not with the flute, not with the hammer and chisel nor the brush," the great lynx rumbled, "not with shaped gold or silver or spilt blood have I ever found such... satisfaction as I have in molding a bit of clay with a little magic." Benvenuto Cellini drew a deep breath, fingering a lump of dry, brown clay in his palm. "Never did I feel such pride in my handiwork." His voice gained strength, slowly filling the laboratory to its high, curved ceiling with his sonorous, prideful words. "Never were my abilities so thoroughly expressed as in the creation of the artificial man. To create the being that can surpass man..." He stared at the clay in his paw. "...Was glorious. And wrong." He crushed the lump between his fingers. "In the eyes of those accursed Templars." He flung the handful of muck, which splattered across one stone wall.

Piera winced silently. Something had the maestro terribly excited, but she wasn't sure why he'd summoned her so urgently from the market. The young rabbit glanced around the laboratory. Parchment was scattered all over his great, wooden work desk, covered in scribbled notes and diagrams of bits of people-- faces, arms, legs... other parts. He must have been working all night since she'd left in the evening. When last she had seen the maestro, he'd been in the depths of depression, reeling from his decisive rejection by the supposedly beautiful Margherita. Benvenuto had been quite voiceful of her beauty on a regular basis up until yesterday, though Piera had never thought the fennec all that attractive. Fennec foxes were just pretending to be rabbits, anyway. What really drew Piera's curiosity, though, were the two tables arranged in the middle of the room, carpeted with the jagged lines and scripts that made up the foundation of magic. On one table, a small, humanoid shape could be discerned under a sheet.

"In my moment of victory, of absolute achievement, they passed down word from their empty throne. No longer shall these magics be used." The lynx glared at the stained window overhead, lighting the room. "Whole schools of magic, shut down in a day! And my creation... my Adam..." He shook his head. "They left us with a few odds and ends that we would be allowed to explore. Bones to gnaw, after all the meat had been stripped away. I knew I could overcome even so great a challenge as this, but... the creatures this paltry magic allows us... they are too expensive, and too limited. Nobody will buy a laborer that must drink blood daily to move, even if he can do the work of five men. My spies that would never submit to torture, my sleepless, tireless servants... I have very nearly spent my fortune altogether trying to restore the glory of the unliving man." In this moment, the lynx sounded weary, as though his forty-five years on this planet may have worn away his seemingly indomitable ego after all.

It was true that the maestro's coffers were running low. Piera wasn't sure he knew just how little he had left... They had been forced to dismiss the cook and the groundskeeper a few years ago, and last winter, the other handservant was sent on her way. Now, Piera alone maintained the manor as best she could, while keeping track of Benvenuto's accounts and keeping him fed and well clothed. She couldn't recall when she'd stopped paying herself. Whatever the maestro was planning today, she suspected it would be the last time he attempted to make an unliving creature again. They did not have the money to gather any more of the supplies...

"But this time, I have finally found the solution. There is one role in the world of man which these lesser magical beings can fill... one where living essence is plentiful and readily available, and a creature made with the care of a practiced paw can outshine its living counterpart with ease. I have plucked from the jaws of rejection and humility the key to my renewed livelihood, Piera!" He turned to the covered figure on the table, stepping smoothly to confront it. "For the one role in man's world which is most in need of my services, I have realized..." He drew aside the sheet. "...is that of womankind."

The rabbit stifled a scoff of indignation as best she could and craned her head to look at the figure on the table. A humanoid shape was molded in clay, ingrained with arcane writings and tied up all over with little bundles of hair and various substances. It was much like any other clay man she had seen him prepare for animation in the past... only it was smaller than usual, and the form was decidedly feminine. The waist tapered in and the hips swelled out, and the chest bore two blockish mounds. Piera swallowed slowly and stepped closer. "Maestro..." she peeped at last, "why is it so small...?" The form lying on the table was scaled roughly to a child, rather than an adult.

The elder lynx scowled. "The specialized features of the artificial woman are very complicated and costly. Maintaining warmth, elasticity, lubrication," he counted on his fingers, "proper hygiene, sanitization, a pleasant odor and resistance to destruction, all in one body? It's multiplicative in costs, and mass becomes an exponential factor!"

Piera blinked uncertainly.

Rolling his eyes, the lynx turned to his creation again. "Women are too complicated! A life-sized one would cost ten times as much, at least! For now, a little woman will have to do. She should be plenty large enough for her purpose, at any rate..." The feline rumbled, mostly to himself as he inspected the clay figure. "Well. Everything has been checked over. The preparations are complete, and now..." His dark amber eyes rose to meet the rabbit's gaze. "Piera. Take off your clothes."

She stared at him a moment, mouth open. Finally, she slapped him. "I've told you a thousand times, maestro! If you're going to flirt with a girl, you must at least start with niceties! Invite me to dinner or some such. You don't summon me down to your laboratory and tell me to take off my clothes. You should know better by now!" Her fur was puffing up with her fuming, a bright pink rising in her cheeks as she glared at the lynx holding his cheek. "I thought you were serious about all this! But it was all just-- just another--!" She couldn't find the words for such preposterousness, but the great feline interrupted her.

"No, girl! You misunderstand. I need a model, a model for my clay woman!"

Blinking in uncertainty, Piera settled a little, ears twitching. "A... model?"

"Yes. This will be a revolutionary step in living dolls, and it must be a precise replica of life itself. I have refined my copying techniques, and this will mimic life with a realism that no sculpting could ever match. I know it." His eyes burned, locked tight with the rabbit's. His paws closed on her shoulders. "Help me, Piera. Help me spark a new era for my art. Help me prove that my entire life hasn't been a waste."

The young rabbit's breath stilled in her breast a moment as the maestro's eyes filled her own, two circles of dark gold pouring into her all his frustration, his aspiration, his grief and bedraggled hope. Her quivering ears finally fell around her shoulders, and she let a long breath go.

"A, alright." The lynx's big paws squeezed around her, his head bowing slightly. "But I'm not letting you use this as an excuse to see me naked."

A low grunt of exasperation pushed from the feline. "You have to be naked to get a proper copy, Piera. I assure you--"

"Figure something out, then!" The rabbit's cheeks heated as her nose dipped down. "If you're asking this much of me, you can at least do me the kindness of sparing my dignity as a woman."

The lynx huffed and rolled his eyes as he turned away.

After a few hasty alterations of the laboratory, the maestro was ready to begin, rubbing his paws together in anticipation.

"Are you sure you can't see me?"

He sighed. He gave a bat at the large curtain he'd managed to string up across the room, with a few essential lines of chalk re-routed across the floor to his feet. "I can't see a thing, girl. Have you unclothed yourself?"

"Give me a moment, maestro."

The lynx began to pace, though he stayed clear of the chalk. In his head, he took inventory of the doll, making sure he'd remembered every component. His work was flawless, of course, but he would not allow so much as a chance of a flaw in his prototype. Yes. The first of many he would be crafting in what remained of his life. By the time the reaper came for him, he would have revolutionized the life of man. The artificial woman was the answer. He knew it. Now if only this silly woman would hurry up!

"Alright. And I suppose I should get on the table?"

The lynx straightened suddenly. "Yes! On your back, like the doll. You need to align your head and your paws with the nodes, palms down, and your heels should be at the very edge of the table. It is very important that you line up with the array as closely as possible."

"Yes, yes." The rabbit sounded rather exasperated. After a moment, she called out, "ready, maestro! Will this take long? It's rather cold in here."

"Only a few seconds. You must hold as still as you can, however." The lynx crouched with a piece of chalk. "I am beginning, Piera. Hold your breath." He jotted down a few last symbols and connected the lines of chalk. For a moment, he simply stared at the lines. Then, a dim glow rose from the white markings, slowly flaring up until he had to look away. Around the edges of the curtain, searing light filled the room as a whisper of what might have been wind seemed to creep just at the edge of hearing. The chalk burned away with an acrid odor, and as the lines disappeared, the magic faded.

Benvenuto had to restrain himself mightily not to throw the curtain aside and step through to have a look for himself. "It is complete, Piera. Tell me, how does it look?"

On the other side of the curtain, the young rabbit had sat up to stare at the table alongside hers.

"Piera?"

She knew it was just a bit of clay and hair and other bits --she'd never learned just what all was put into these creatures-- but it looked... terribly real.

"I'm coming in!"

Ears whipping up, the rabbit looked up and gave a yelp, rolling off her table. The curtain was already flying aside, and she pulled up her dress in front of her to at least cover herself from his view. "M-maestro!"

The lynx, however, had eyes only for his creation. There, lying on the table, was, by all appearances, a sleeping child. Pure white fur coated it from its pink-padded toes to the tips of its gently resting ears. Its stature was no greater than a child's, but its shape offered a swell of the hip and breast that spoke of a graceful puberty past and done with.

The feline was standing at the edge of the table now, eyes roving over his creation. One dark, life-weathered paw rose, and rested on that white-furred belly. It was soft, but resistant. His paw slid up, fingers dragging through lush and gentle fur and rolling over the swell of a breast. Two pink tips peeked from the fur, slightly hard, he found. Well, she had said it was rather cold.

"M, Maestro!!" Piera finally let the cry burst from her indignantly. She could not simply stand there and watch the master fondle a breast that looked so much like her own... she clutched her dress closer.

The lynx glanced up for barely a moment. "It is a doll, Piera. Would you blush every time someone leered at a nude painting of you?" But his paw did move on, rubbing up the doll's chest. The firmness of bone gently resisted his pressing, though there did seem to be a little more give than one might expect with a person. Finally, he gently cupped the doll's chin in his paw, leaning down over her. The rabbit believed she would be quite perturbed to be painted in the nude at all, especially were people to leer at the result after, but the lynx was not waiting for her response. "Wake up, little sugarplum," he murred over her. "The world is waiting for you."

Two gentle lines cracked open, for the first time, into bright blue eyes. A moment, and they focused on the lynx looming over her. Her little mouth curled in a smile. "Hello, papa."

The voice was quiet and high in tone, and like her eyes, it seemed to be missing something. It was as though she was distracted and thinking of something else. The truth, of course, was that she was thinking nothing at all. Benvenuto smiled broadly in return and straightened. "Here, sit up." He took the doll's paw and pulled her up, and she smoothly shifted up, not moving her legs an inch.

Piera was staring again. The voice didn't sound a thing like hers, but the doll still looked exactly like her, minus a few feet in height. Her smile, though... a chill prompted Piera to shuffle back behind a bookcase and hastily dress herself.

The maestro had gone back to inspecting his creation. His paws rubbed down the doll's hips, over her thighs, and turned her legs to feel along the back of her knees. His fingers worked down to her feet until he was fiddling with her toes, chuckling pleasedly to himself. Never before. Not even before the proclamation, when clay men were becoming more incredibly beautiful and convincing with every day, was there such... articulation. Not only was she a beautiful little thing, but she felt real. She even had the little flaws of a real person. He had developed his copying scripts to replicate the personality balls and other useful items some sculptors charged ridiculous prices for, but this was a revolutionary step. He could feel it, like an incredible warmth radiating from her inner thighs against his palms. She would change everything. He would be rich, and immortalized in the history of man. And the world would be changed forever.

When Piera finally emerged from her make-do hiding spot, she found the maestro chuckling to himself and intently rubbing the legs of his handservant in miniature form. The rabbit fiddled with her dress, ears low as she wondered if she should have refused to take part in this nonsense. Whatever it was Benvenuto intended, it didn't sound... healthy, by her estimation.

The doll, meanwhile, had watched her creator in silence as he touched her. When the rabbit returned, those blue eyes flicked up to meet a matching pair for just a moment, before returning to the maestro. The doll's expression was blank. Finally, after a time, she spoke again. "Papa? I'm hungry."

"What? Oh." The lynx broke from his reverie, straightening suddenly. "Oh. Haha. Of course. You need your first meal if you're going to operate for long, aren't you?" He gave her an affectionate tap on the nose with a smirk. "Alright. Turn this way and spread your legs, little sugarplum."

A wet lump of dread rose in the bunny's belly as she tilted her head. "Maestro...?" She couldn't quite find her voice properly. The doll turned away from her and spread her legs. Humming softly to himself, the lynx reached down, eyes on the doll's nethers as he... did something down there. Piera couldn't see from behind, but the doll didn't shift in the slightest.

The lynx smiled slowly. "Warm... slick... tight and ready to go. Mmh. You're in perfect order. Come closer, dear." A dark paw crept over the doll's hip to cup her rear and pull her to the edge of the table, letting her legs fall over to either side of him.

"Maestro!" Piera managed to force the word out with a desperate indignation. "What are you doing?!"

The lynx paused in the middle of fiddling with his trousers to look up at his servant. "Hrmm? I'm feeding her, of course." He smiled slowly. "This is where it all comes together. Blood isn't the only thing that can keep these creatures running. Any essence of man will suffice-- including his seed. Usually, it would be easier to ask for blood, but in this case, it should work perfectly." He smiled jauntily, giving a tilt of his head. "I couldn't have done it without you, Piera. You have helped me create the first living doll that could reasonably live off a man's seed. Just imagine how many men will enjoy the pleasures you have to offer, through her. You have touched mankind itself, today. We have created, together, the soulless lover."

She paled, which is a feat for a white rabbit. Piera was left speechless, and Benvenuto took her silence as an opportunity to return to the task at paw. His eyes dropped from the fully grown and regrettably clothed to her small and naked counterpart, smiling happily at him with that same vacant look in her eyes.

The lynx smiled back slowly, slipping his trousers down with a breath of a murr. "Here, girl. Hold yourself open."

The doll leaned back slightly and slipped her paws down between her legs, delicately pulling the lips of her sex open before him and his hardening tool. He stroked himself slowly, eyeing the offering and shifting closer. The first touch of her flesh was soft and almost shockingly warm. After so many cool-fleshed dolls leaving his lab, the feel of her dazzled him. A low groan rolled out of him as his head nestled into that opening, the soft, silken flesh opening around him, yet binding at even the tip of his thick, barbed cock. Her sex was sized down, much like the rest of her. But she was much more... flexible than a regular woman.

Benvenuto betrayed a breath of a growl as he pressed in, watching those tiny lips warp wide and tight around the brunt of his cockhead. The doll simply closed her eyes, smiling widely as she stretched wider and wider. The lynx had to seize her thigh to wedge the full girth of his crown inside her, as she'd started to scoot up the table a hint. He dragged her down again and pushed deeper hungrily, taking advantage of her thorough, self-generated lubrication. Thick, vein-mottled inches of dark, bluish purple lynx meat disappeared at an alarming rate into that tiny pocket of pink hidden in a field of soft, white fur, bringing the great lynx's hips heaving in to shove against that ivory coat in a greedy, self-indulgent grind. Groaning to himself, Benvenuto pushed the little rabbit on her back, planting a paw wide-spread on her belly as he ground home and drew to shove in again. Thick snarls boiled past his teeth as he surveyed his creation inside and out.

Piera gasped softly, shaken from a confused muddle of feelings when the doll fell back. Before her, she saw herself-- the perspective almost hid the doll's diminutive height. She saw herself laid out on her back, legs spread around her maestro, taking his furious ruts as he snarled and leered at her. She saw her own face in a fall back with a blissful, serene expression as the lynx's great paw molded one of her breasts greedily. The image filled her mind, and a terrible poison seeped down into her body. She felt warm. Very warm. She stumbled, almost tripping over her own feet as she backed away from the two, retreating behind her bookcase again. She was panting quite noisily, and her thighs seemed to generate a great deal of friction when they rubbed together. Her paws slipped down, to the front of her skirt. She felt so very warm...

The master of the house was far too absorbed in his newest creation to care about the dalliances of his handservant. The doll's breasts even jiggled quite convincingly under the impact of each thrust, rolling against his fingers as though to heave past them. He groped at her with a smirk, admiring his handiwork as he pounded stroke after stroke into the exquisite tightness of her sweet opening. She was so tight, he felt her insides shaping like a perfect glove to his every ridge and barb and vein, creating a scintillating friction with each stroke. He suspected he was already staining her inside with his prefluid, but her lubrication was plentiful, the excess juices slowly starting to dribble down his broad sack. He glared into the doll's eyes with a grin and a possessive snarl. His creation met his gaze with a quiet happiness, like a dog that's been given a pat on the head.

Those growls, the way they rippled and surged with his thrusts, seemed to have some sinful effect on the poor bunny handservant. Piera struggled to quiet her breathing as her arms flexed, her paws buried between her legs, under her skirt. She couldn't have said when she'd brought herself to peek around the edge of the bookcase again, but she couldn't look away now. Her fingers frantically pumped into her sex, already growing a little sore from the urgent, rough treatment she was forcing on herself. No, she thought. The maestro was bigger than that. She'd seen him a few times in the nude, and the sight had been buried away deep in her mind for a long time. But she knew he was big. She grit her teeth, and squeezed a fourth finger into her sex, whimpering softly but quickly setting to pounding away again, trying to match the maestro's hungry pace.

Fur bristling, Benvenuto snarled out viciously, his balls giving a twitch of warning as his muscles started to burn. His paws flew up and seized around the doll's forearms, holding her tight as he pounded and pounded brutally at her sex. His flaring barbs would have undoubtedly driven a normal woman delirious with pleasure and pain by this point, the way they flared and raked at that replica femsex, but the doll just took it all with a smile, even when her back started to bow under the pressure. The maestro was hauling back, using her arms for holds to keep her from being thrown forward under each brutal, driving stroke of his hips. She was starting to bend backwards as his hips thrust up, until a thick bulge was shoving prominently from her belly-- just short of her breasts. The lynx's gritting jaw finally cracked open, and a shattering roar broke free as he fired into the depths of his warped creation, filling her gut with his seed as his claws raked through her arms.

A high, shuddering cry of disbelief broke from Piera's throat as she watched herself get nearly skewered on that beast, her paw beating brutally inwards between her legs until her knees suddenly folded-- and she found herself collapsed on the floor, reeling from a sudden, intense orgasm that seemed to have sucked all the strength out of her. She lay panting, staring at the high ceiling as the maestro's thick snarls slowly died, the very sound seeming to rub against her hide, to beat at her rumpled clothes. She wasn't doing a very good job of hiding-- the maestro needed only look up to see her. She needed to get up, but she wasn't sure she was able.

Fortunately, the great lynx seemed to be in a certain state of disarray himself. He slumped over the diminutive doll, eyes rather hazy and half-open, but still he watched in admiration-- the doll's belly was lightly bulged with his seed, but the swell was steadily disappearing.

"Mmmh..." The doll's light, soft voice broke the quiet of whispered panting echoing off the walls. "Thank you, papa... I'm nice and full now." She smiled serenely, giving a little stretch. She looked quite comfortable for all that she'd just gone through. The lynx chuckled slowly.

"Piera!" He rumbled slowly, looking up. His maid was nowhere in sight. He craned his head around, looking behind himself, but she was not hiding behind him.

"Yes, maestro." He looked back again, and the rabbit stood before him, her cheeks slightly flushed and her paws folded behind her back.

"There you are. Draw me a bath, Piera, and get out some good wine. Sugarplum and I are going to have a little celebration of our impending success." The lynx straightened slowly, releasing the doll and giving a great stretch, his shaft dragging the doll up into the air for a moment before a few thick inches of flesh reluctantly slid free.

"Sugarplum, maestro?" The rabbit diverted her gaze, if with a slight delay.

"Yes. She is a sweet little thing, and if I can help it, she will be just as widespread a delicacy with time." The lynx grinned, and pulled out of the doll. His meat was surprisingly clean-- nearly every drop of juice had been cleaned from his hide. And despite the impressive girth she'd stretched to encompass and the great volume of seed that no doubt still simmered in her middle, the doll's slim little sex closed promptly, and did not leak a single drop.

"Of course." The rabbit turned away, a hint of exasperation in her voice as she made her way to the door.

"Ah," the lynx spoke up just as the rabbit made it to the door, bringing her to pause in the doorway. "And after you've prepared everything, do go into town and purchase some clothes for our little friend, won't you?" He smiled slowly, looking the little rabbit over a moment. "I suppose you'll have to get children's clothing. Just make sure it's not too complicated. I'll be pulling it off her often, after all."

"As you wish, maestro." Piera bowed her head briskly and slipped out before he could call after her again. Fuming quietly, the rabbit made her way down to the cellar. A fine arrangement she'd gotten herself into in the end. Here she was, picking out wine for an undersized lookalike that would be getting all the maestro's attention from now on. Why couldn't the maestro just court a woman politely, like a normal man. Why couldn't he just court a rabbit properly sometime? Here she was, drawing a bath for the maestro, when she was the one who needed a few hours to soak before she could walk comfortably again. The maestro and his oversized spada. The maestro and his oversized hunger for women, and for odd little things that looked like women, and for wine, and for violence, and for little boys... Here she was, buying children's clothes specifically for the purposes of being easily torn off by the fumbling, oversized paws of an old cat in a lust-driven stupor.

Glaring at a fluttery little skirt, Piera told herself she hoped that the maestro really did enjoy that little doll. She screwed her lips up in a determined pout. Because he was never going to get the real thing now. Never, she kept telling herself. Never.