The doll had gotten accustomed to cuddling her Mistress over the past week. It seemed to be benefitting her as well, the dark circles under her eyes were fading and she seemed more rested.
Tatiana was stirring as she slept, and the doll's acute sense of smell picked up on feminine arousal. The doll had been waiting for this, her Mistress had no partners or lovers for a long time. The doll was eager to satisfy this primal need.
She slid down under the sheets and found the woman's wet and ready sex. Deftly she went to work with her synthetic feline tongue.
She could adjust her tongue's texture, and could move it in ways that no organic lover could match. The doll which had been merged with Anya had also possessed a library of sexual techniques and extensive knowledge on how a doll could best utilize them.
The doll decided a half hour would be an appropriate compromise between lost sleep and sexual release.
Tatiana wasn't sure when the dream ended and reality began, but eventually in-between orgasms she realized this was real and her doll was taking her to heights of pleasure she had never before known.
When they finished Tatiana's mind was blank and her body like rubber. They fell asleep again together, Tatiana sprawled over top of the doll's body, using her ample tits as a pillow.
In the morning, the leopard was unsuccessful in leaving the bed without waking her Mistress.
'Wait. I think we should talk about that before you go downstairs.'
The doll stopped. Reading body language, she sat down on the edge of the bed.
'I thought thought that dolls don-'. The doll raised her hand and interrupted, the first time she had done so.
'We are sexless, and while we are incapable of desire or sexual pleasure, dolls are happy to satisfy the needs of those we serve.'
The doll smiled and tried to convey as much sincerity as she could. 'Don't overthink it. You had a need, and I exist to satisfy your needs and make you happy. I was glad to bring you pleasure and will be very happy to do so any time you want.'
With this, the doll exited the room and went down to prepare breakfast. When she returned with the meal, Tatiana said nothing further on that topic. They fell back into their new daily routine.
Tatiana had a number of meetings that day with her publisher, plus she wanted to wander the city for a while in search of inspiration. This gave the doll the day to herself, which allowed her to work on her analysis of her Mistress's writings.
Critical review after critical review hit on the same point, Tatiana's novels repeated the same theme. The characters were different, as were the settings, but all settled on a plot and ending of the couple overcoming some sort of power struggle and developing a modern idealized egalitarian relationship.
A few more astute minds pondered if this was actually because deep down the author was trying to convince herself that a modern equal sexual relationship was what she wanted. One went on to make a rather convincing case that Tatiana Karanova was a dominant at heart but in self denial.
The doll knew better. Tatiana was Anya's twin, deep down she was an utter submissive. The doll decided then that in order to make her Mistress happy, drastic actions were needed. The only way Tatiana could ever truly be fulfilled and happy would be if she joined her sister and became a doll.
The leopard smiled to herself as she began formulating her plan.