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Heidi felt the floor shake under her feet and knew immediately that the front door had slammed shut. In her excitement, the little arctic fox nearly upset a mug of tea as she threw her headphones off and dashed for the living room. The floor continued to shudder as a giant of a wolverine stood by the front door, stamping her feet to rid the last of the snow that was clinging to her boots. The wolverine was built like a tank, so tall across that Heidi barely came up to her chest, so wide that the fox could not have squeezed around her in the narrow entry, and so thickly muscled that if she bench-pressed a small car, no one would have been surprised. But for all her size and strength, the hug that she gave the arctic fox flying into her arms was warm enough to melt the remaining snow and fill the surrounding air with steam.

"Little Sveta," the fox said, using her second favorite pet name for the wolverine, "you're home."

"Da," Sveta replied in her low and gravelly voice. She spoke English perfectly well, but since Heidi loved the sound of her accent, she had become accustomed to speaking it more at home. It made home here feel more like home in Russia.

The fox bounced away, rocking on the balls of her feet as Sveta took off her jacket and hung it in the closet. "Did work go well?"

"Nyet. They work us like we are animals."

The fox leaned in, grinning mischievously. "Sveta, you are an animal."

The wolverine glanced at her wife out of the corner of her eye and pet the fox between her ears without saying a word.

Heidi oohed at the touch. "Want me to cook dinner tonight?"

"Da," the wolverine said and her entire body seemed to droop. "Spasibo, my love. I am very tired. I would like to go relax for a bit."

"Sure thing." The arctic fox hopped out of the way to let the wolverine through to the bedroom. "Maybe a glass of a wine and a movie later if you like?"

"Da," the wolverine said again, but her voice was very quiet as she disappeared around the hall.

Heidi pursed her lips and wandered back into her workroom. It felt wrong to let Sveta just walk away like that, but she knew that sometimes the wolverine just wanted some personal time. She put on her headphones, took a deep gulp of tea, picked up the stylus, and went back to work on shading her latest commission.

Although time seemed to drift away as she got lost in the beat and the careful details of shading, one part of her mind tracked where her little Sveta was. She could feel the thumps through the floor and hear some other noises through the music in her ear. There she was undressing in the bedroom. There she was turning on the shower and climbing in. There was the thrum of the industrial blow-dryer airing out her fur. There she collapsed back in the bedroom, likely atop the bed.

Suspecting that her wife was doing much better now, Heidi turned her full attention back to her art. So she was surprised when, not five minutes later, she felt two heavy thumps on the floor just behind her. Curious, she looked over her shoulder.

"Oh," she said. "That kind of tired."

"Da," the wolverine said. She was kneeling on the floor, dressed from the neck down in a skin-tight latex catsuit. Her thick fur and the heavy clothes she wore tended to obscure her gender a bit, but the latex left no doubt, hugging every curve and swell in the most feminine ways. in her hands, Sveta held an Anubian gasmask.

Heidi slipped her headphones down over her neck and gave a push on her desk, her chair rolling over to stop right in front of the kneeling woman. "You should have told me work was that bad."

"I did not want to worry you. You worry and then you do not draw as well." She looked up sheepishly and then held out the mask. "Do you mind?"

The vixen leaned over in her chair and kissed the wolverine's forehead. She didn't have to lean very far. "Not at all. Here." She took the mask and helped pull it over her wife's head. It was a tight fit, she'd been told, but comfortable. Then Heidi swiveled in her chair and tapped the display of the smart house control in the room. It had all the usual features--temperature, lights, and so on--but it also had a single button labeled "Kukla." It meant doll.

Heidi tapped the button and ran through the menu of options, settling on "Induction remix 3."

By the time she had swiveled back to check on Sveta, the wolverine was already starting to go a little limp. After so many sessions, Sveta was conditioned to start drifting into trance from the very first words of the track. Within a minute, her head had gone slack against her chest. Her breathing was deep low and steady. Heidi leaned in to give a kiss to Sveta's forehead, then turned back to her work.

But now Heidi was truly distracted. Sure, the analytical part of her mind was focused on how shadow should fall across the rippling fabric she was drawing. Meanwhile, the creative part of her mind was pondering all the things to do with her wife tonight. She shifted in her seat as a warmth sprung up within her. A few more seconds of pondering how well that latex hugged the wolverine's hip and Heidi was feeling positively gooey inside.

By the time the floor shook again as Sveta stood up, Heidi had almost completely stopped drawing, her thighs clenched like vices as she tried to contain the heat inside. She sprung up and grinned as she looked over her wife. The big wolverine dominated the room, still tank-like in size, now covered in a sheet of matte black. Her chest slowly lifted and fell with deep breaths that echoed through the gasmask. But beyond that motion, Sveta stood almost limp. Every muscle sagged, moving no more than was necessary to keep her standing. The only other sign of life was that the wolverine's nipples were clearly stiff under the latex. Heidi reached up and played with them a moment, but the wolverine did not move.

"Sveta," the fox called.

No response.

"Oh, Sveta," she sing-songed.

Nothing. Heidi knew she was still being fed a cocktail of suggestions and droning sounds to keep her deep in trance, but she should have been able to hear her voice.

"Kukla?"

The wolverine's head turned to focus on Heidi.

"Oh there you are. That's my little kukla. Good girl." She reached up and rubbed over the sleek jaw of the Anubis mask. "You fell so deep for me. You went so far. You deserve a treat."

She reached over and ran through the "Kukla" controls, selecting a program that said "Basic reward." She suppressed a giggle as she heard a thrum start up in the area of the wolverine's crotch. She knew there were two dildos buried deep in there buzzing about now. Rewards were important even though Sveta, as kukla, did not think. It was important to keep this state of mind as one of constant perpetual happiness, regardless of what was happening around her.

The buzzing lasted a minute and then Heidi stood on tip-toe to address her wife. "Kukla, I'm hot right now. Undress me."

The latex-covered wolverine started to move slowly. Her motions had a life-like smoothness to it, none of the jerkiness of robots, but they were direct. Her hands moved straight to the hem of the baggy shirts that Heidi liked to wear around the house and started to lift it off. They then went for the strap of the bra, helping to pull that off. The shorts came next and the briefs underneath after that, although they were a touch sodden and hard to pull away. Job completed, the doll returned to her upright unmoving position.

"Kukla, carry me into the living room. On the couch."

The big latex doll bent over and picked the fox up with ease. She took slow, plodding steps around the corner and into the living room, carefully depositing her onto the plush pillows.

"Kukla, sit."

The big wolverine gently lowered herself into place beside the fox, who leaned back against a pillow as large as she was, and propped her feet up in the latex lap.

"Kukla, it's time for your training. Give my feet a massage."

As the rubberdoll gently picked up the tiny paws and began to work her thumbs over them, Heidi picked up a nearby tablet and brought up the kukla control program on it. She had only just started asking Sveta to massage her feet and found she kinda enjoyed it. And while she could just tell Sveta/kukla whether she was doing a good job, she much preferred having a finger on the control of those two vibes and training her with pleasure. Maybe with an orgasm or two if she was very good. She giggled quietly to herself as the doll got to work.

Heidi sighed and relished in the sensations. As kukla massaged, Heidi ran her finger up or down the tablet depending on whether the doll was doing a good job or not. She felt like a focus group with her hand on one of those instant feedback knobs. "What do you think of the services of our latest doll model?" "Oh, most excellent." She narrated a fake conversation in her head.

As the massage went on, the fox found herself teasing at one of her breasts. Her knees were lightly spread and the side of her fluffy tail was brushing along her sex. "That's enough of that, kukla. I want you to pose for me now."

As a doll, kukla was very skilled at posing, and Heidi had spent many long hours teaching her many different poses. Some showed off her strength, flexing like a bodybuilder. Some showed off her submission, kneeling with her hands behind her neck. Some showed off her sexuality, with one or two that Heidi liked to call fuck-me poses.

"Stop, kukla! That one. Hold it."

Heidi clapped her hands, slightly giddy with excitement. She had almost forgotten this one. Kukla stood, one hand on her hip, the other held out with a crooked finger as if beckoning Heidi in. Her hips were set at a jaunty angle, her chest held out slightly to show off her breasts, and even her tail seemed to be held in a position of raw sexual desire.

Heidi raised the settings on both vibrators to their maximum setting. Then she swapped out the programming track to one of the deepest ones she could find, one that reinforced the idea that kukla was not a person, but a thing. Kukla had no name. Kukla had no thoughts. Kukla could only obey orders. Heidi bit her lip and resisted the urge to play with herself as she thought of how the overwhelming pleasure in her wife's body was turning her mind into putty, so each and every word would be accepted without question.

Eventually she couldn't stand it any more. She hopped off the couch and pressed in against kukla's warm form. She nuzzled in between those warm, massive breasts and put her hands on the wolverine's hips. The muscles quivered and shook lightly from the exertion of holding the pose. If Heidi cocked an ear, she could almost hear the programming being narrated into kukla's mind, all of which was done in Sveta's own voice, so it was harder for her to distinguish from her own internal train of thought.

Heidi slipped a hand between kukla's legs and felt the buzzing right there against her palm. She pressed gently, making the dildo sink deeper into kukla's sex. The stocky legs surrounding her hand quivered, but kukla did not even moan. Of course she wouldn't. She was too well trained for that.

"Kukla, are you close?"

The Anubian mask nodded.

"Ooooh," she said with a grin. "Then cum for me, kukla."

A shudder went through the rubberdoll's body. The quaking could now be seen, not just felt. Heidi darted back to the couch and shut off the vibrations to give her some time to recover. She stayed by the couch watching as the shaking slowed and stopped, with kukla holding the same seductive, beckoning pose the entire time.

"Is that better, hm, little kukla?"

No response. Not that she expected one.

"Now, kukla, I want an orgasm too. Pleasure me."

The rubberdoll finally dropped her posture, falling down now to one knee in front of the arctic fox. Thick fingers trailed up over the lithe fox's body, massaging as they went. They stopped at the base of Heidi's neck, rubbing and gripping her scruff in a way that made her eyes flutter and her breath quicken. She was held there in the firm grip of the wolverine as one hand made its way to her sex.

Heidi moaned and whimpered as one thick digit eased into her. Thanks to its coating of latex, it felt like a dildo pushing into her, but one that pulsed with an inner warmth, one that could curl and writhe within her. It was heaven. In her younger days, Heidi had picked up a Sybian and the pleasure it gave her was so intense that she swore that she would never find anything better. Then she got a kukla and that was so much better.

Heidi moaned loudly. She felt like she was hanging in the air, suspended by her scruff (although truly she was still supporting most of her own weight). She gripped the wolverine in front of her tightly as she rode that thick finger, grinding and thrusting until her sex clenched sharply and the orgasm swelled up and burst within her. Kukla, sensing that its duty was done, returned to its standing-at-attention pose, while Heidi panted on the ground.

"Oh that was good," the fox purred out. "Kukla, take us both to the shower."

The fox curled up into a little ball carried in the arms of the big rubberdoll. The shower was sizable, needing to accommodate Sveta's size, and they'd bought one big enough to hold them both, for cases such as this.

Still held in kukla's arms, Heidi reached out to turn on the water and felt the warm liquid start to flow over her and wash away the stress of the day. She reached up and tugged at the base of the Anubian mask. Her wife's head came out underneath. At first, the wolverine's eyes were unfocused, staring unseeing at some pattern in the grout. But as the water washed over the fur of her muzzle, the eyes widened and focused.

Heidi wrapped her arms around Sveta's shoulders and hauled herself up to give a deep muzzle-to-muzzle kiss. "Thank you, my love."

"Nyet," the wolverine said, once her mouth was free of the kiss. "Thank you."