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It had been one whole magnificent year since it had been taken to its new home and wed to its Mistress…or at least that’s what it had heard he Mistress speak. Some time ago the Mistress had its eyelids sewn shut; which was of no concern to it. A good doll had no need for sight; simply the sensation of being held and caressed by The Mistress and to smell their luxurious fur was all it ever needed. And it being the one-year anniversary of its new, far better existence…the Mistress had a surprise in store for it. “A great feast, and you will be at the center of it all!~” she had told it. A feast for The Mistress and her guests of course; a house doll had no need for food, nor a mouth which with to eat. Affection and an intravenous concoction twice a day was the only sustenance it ever would need. But the idea of being on display for the entertainment of the most honored guests of The Mistress was exciting. The words made its tail and ears wiggle with anticipation. But first, preparations needed to be made.

It was stripped down to only a pair of nylon pantyhose and a spandex leotard, then forced to stand up straight with its arms folded behind its back; strong metal cuffs and bands pinned its arms in position and its ankles together; the worms and familiar spark of a welding torch indicating that the metal was being fused shut around its limbs and only heavy tools would be able to remove the restraints. It wiggled some more to test the binds and found movement exquisitely limited, perfect for a centerpiece display.

It felt itself being carried by the Mistress’s soft but strong satin-glove-clad arms, and it couldn’t help but feel a rush of euphoria as its tail twitched in excitement; there was no better feeling that the embrace of The Mistress. It was forced to stand again, this time on a smooth metal surface; no doubt the display stand, and the click of chains and more welding sparks confirmed its ankles were now affixed to it. It swayed its hips and bobbed its ears, imagining a crowd gathered to admire it as they ate and drank.

A new sound, not metal this time….glass, maybe…? Yes, definitely glass. A large cylinder of glass being lowered around it and affixed to the base of the display stand. It was a tight fit, but that just made it all the more exhilarating; the bound, blind and mute bunny doll forced to wiggle inside a narrow transparent tube for the pleasure of others…its heart was racing.

As it waited eagerly to be wheeled out to the dining room, it heard the chopping of vegetables. Ah yes, the Mistress did like to prepare her own meals. The sound was soothing and the smell of fresh cut carrots and green onions wafted over the top of the glass case and into its nostrils. While few details of its life before becoming the Mistress’s doll remained, the familiar nostalgia of food relaxed it a bit; it no longer had a mouth to water or a stomach to growl, but the joy of smelling the many delicacies its mistress prepared was always a treat for the nose.

Now a new sound; running water. But…amplified…? Then it felt it…a tiny smash on its nylon-clad thigh…and the warm wetness creeping up around its toes. The container was filling with water! It tapped its nylon-clad feet on the base of the display stand, felling the slash of warm water rising around its ankles. Perhaps the Mistress desired the doll to be washed before being displayed? But it smelled no soup…just the tangy twinge of spices and herbs.  The water had climbed to the base of its tail now…and soon it felt the pieced of chopped up vegetables and potato wedges dumped into the display case with it! What a strange display this would be…like a bunny doll swimming in warm soup… As the water rose around its shoulders, seeming to get thicker…and warmer…the smell of brackish stew broth filling its nostrils. It WAS a soup… So the guests would be served soup from the display case as the doll wiggled inside it for their amusement? The Mistress sure was creative.

The soupy broth rose up to its chin…and the base of the stand started getting warmer…and warmer…a little too hot to touch even for its Cinderace paws…it instinctually raised its feet away from the base only to be stopped by the very short chain…the broth was nearing its nose now. It tilted its head slightly to keep its nostrils above the soupy water.

The mistress mewled, her voice echoed and distorted through the glass and the briny liquid. “Mmmmm…yes, you’re coming along quite nicely. Just need to let your core get up to temperature and you’ll be ready to serve!~”

That…was an odd way to phrase it. Mistress always did have a way with words…but it was soon reminded if its predicament when it was forced to inhale a deep breath as the broth rose above its nose.

“Good, good. That was a nice deep breath you took, my former doll. Savour it; you’ll need every ounce of it to dance for your mistress one last time.”

‘Former doll’? ‘One last time’? It pondered the words for a moment…the reality became clear. It wasn’t a display, it was the meal. It gulped, wriggling some more. It didn’t know what to think of this…it was no place for a doll to question what its Mistress did with it…but it couldn’t help but wonder if the Mistress was displease with it some way…

“Fret not, dear bunny…this is not a punishment. Merely a fresh start. You see, every year I take to the town to brows the populace for a brand new house doll…and last night I found quite the exquisite specimen. Looks a lot like you. With a few modifications it’ll be like having you again for the very first time…the first few months are always the best after all…and that’s why I never keep a doll for longer than a year.

It trembled a bit, releasing a tiny stream of bubbles from its nostrils. It was…being replaced.

“Oh but rejoice! This is a good end, my dear former doll! The ultimate sacrifice for your Mistress; to become a part of her in the form of nourishment!~”

That did sound rather poetic…and rather nice…

“Oh and don’t worry about the heat…I have it on low so you won’t feel a thing…not before your lungs are fully marinated of course.”

While that shouldn’t have felt reassuring, being a doll meant any wish of the Mistress was its pleasure to fulfill…so it relaxed a bit. If it was the desire of The Mistress to consume the meat of its body, then it wished nothing more than to be the most delicious meal she has ever tasted.

“But first…dance for me. Dance with every last bit of muster you have left. My eyes wish to savour you one last time before my taste buds do.”

Yes. It would dance for her. And wiggled and shook its restrained body inside the warming broth, using every bit of energy it had left. It held its breath against the instinct to exhale, knowing another breath would not be granted. This was indeed a good end. No better honour for a possession than to literally become part of the owner; truly merged as sustaining energy and fuel. To have its body enjoyed by the lips, teeth and stomach of its Mistress. So it danced, wiggled, squirmed and thumped its feet with all its might…and every moment of it was pure bliss. Even as its energy reserves began to run low and the air in its lungs depleted…it continued to twice and sway.

After what seemed like hours, its tiny shriveled lungs gave out and the soupy broth flooded in. The salty warmth was soothing to its burning insides. It offered no energy, but that was fine. The all-enveloping warmth cradled its body and mind…it let itself drift…into the sea of tangy broth…it was at peace…it would soon be one…with The Mistress…

The final part (or at least one of potential ending) of this series of pics:

Part one: https://www.weasyl.com/~unownace/submissions/2451731/a-cinderace-dolled-up-and-silent-for-the-party  https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59290822/

Part two: https://www.weasyl.com/~unownace/submissions/2486973/a-cinderace-being-taken-home-from-the-party  https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59290822/

Part three: https://www.weasyl.com/~unownace/submissions/2486973/a-cinderace-being-taken-home-from-the-party  https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60731431/

I hope you all enjoyed this fun little series featuring the albeit short life of the Cinderace house doll. ;3