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Burlesque Puppets (Doll TF)

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All along the street, the luminescent glow of neon could be seen reflecting off the dampened road below, seemingly dancing atop the puddles on the sidewalk as people walked by. As Maria walked slowly down the streets of New Orleans, she couldn’t help but grin, a certain contagious energy coming from the people who passed her. It was a lively night; even from where she stood she could see dozens  of people walking similar paths to her own, either to or from the number of bars or restaurants on the road, but for Maria she was simply enjoying the spectacle of it all. Admittedly, she was just passing through, spending the night in the city before continuing on her way to visit some friends, but after sitting in her small hotel room for a few hours the allure of the city proved too much for her. Now, she was simply wandering in between the sunbaked colors of the buildings, no real direction beyond just trying to see more of the city. Now finding herself near the edge of town, she kept on her way. “Pretty cute place,” she mumbled to herself, stepping around another puddle as she walked. “I really need to get the girls to come here for Mardi Gras this year; if it’s this lively on a Thursday I’d love to see how this city really comes alive.” Smiling at the thought, Maria felt herself pulled from her day dream as she felt something drop on her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the reflection in a puddle begin to ripple as rain drops began to scatter along it’s once still surface. Picking up swiftly, the people throughout the street began making their way into bars and shops all along the road. Unsure of where to go herself, Maria found herself breaking towards the closest door she could find. As she made her way under a small canopy and into the building within, she didn’t even have time to read the lit-up sign that adorned the wall outside. “The Burlesque Bar: Matinees and Much More.”

Stepping through the door and out of the rain, Maria was quick to shake as much water off of herself as she could. Running her hands through her curly brunette hair, she seemed to have avoided the bulk of the rain, though even the tank top under her jacket as well as her skinny jeans tucked into a pair of black boots were slightly damp to the touch. Doing what she could to dry herself off, she jumped slightly at the sound of a woman’s voice coming from across the room, breaking the relative silence of the rain outside. “You poor thing, stuck out in the rain? Come in, come in.”

Until that point, Maria had hardly notice her surroundings. Currently, she stood in the doorway of a dimly lit parlor, a series of low red lights lining the wall and casting the room into a similarly colored tone. The room itself seemed regal, almost like a small movie theater, though from the looks of things it was virtually empty. Turning her gaze to where she had heard the voice, she was a woman in the far corner of the room, sitting in relative darkness behind the bar. As the woman drew on a cigarette, she was slightly illuminated by the glow of the flame. She was older than Maria by at least 10 years, though still retaining a composed beauty that was reminiscent of actress. Leaning onto the bar, she beckoned Maria to come over once more, something Maria was hesitant towards but obeyed anyway.

Stepping up to the bar, the woman poured each of them a drink without Maria even asking, smoothly filling two rocks glasses before sliding one to her. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen a pretty face in my bar. Well, one I didn’t own that is,” she spoke in a saunterly tone, a slight southern accent on the edge of her voice. Moving the glass to Maria’s hand, she clicked it with her own before taking a sip. Maria, admittedly amused by the woman, obliged and took a sip herself, deciding to join the conversation. “So all this is yours then? Great little place you’ve got here; very…eloquent.” Chuckling to herself, the woman replied smoothly. “Oh really? I was going for more along the lines of sensual. This is a glorified peep-show after all.” Nearly choking on her drink, Maria looked to her host with a look of slight surprise, at which she laughed slightly. “Well we do host burlesque shows Honey, didn’t you see the sign? Though at very least we’re a bit, well, unique with our presentations.” For a moment, Maria didn’t know what to say, deciding to roll with things without much of a better option. “So…Burlesque shows? I didn’t know those were still a thing. What kind of crowd does that attract?” Smirking slightly, the woman glanced over to a doorway with a series of drapes cast over it. “More than you’d think actually. Somethings just don’t go out of style. As a matter of fact, we have a show that’s about to kick off if you’re interested in seeing for yourself.” Listening to the rapping of the rain outside, she wrote off simply leaving as an option almost immediately, feeling her host rest her hand on her own. “It’s on the house. Go on, have a drink, maybe you’ll see something you like.” With a wink, she motioned Maria towards the draped doorway, which she slowly made her way to. As her hand dipped through the velvety curtain, she heard the voice of the woman once more as she stepped through. “And one more thing, keep an open mind; I don’t think it’s going to be what you expect.”

With those words in the back of her mind, she made her way through the frame. As she did, she found herself intrigued at what she saw. She found herself in a large room, with several tiers of levels lined with tables and booths. The room was similarly lit, a series of red lights lining the stairs, and at the bottom of it all was a stage. The stage itself was fairly low to the ground, a large backing covered in curtains as well as a protruding walk way that shot to the middle of the room, making the stage more of a “T” shape than anything else. Behind it all, Maria could hear the gentle musings of a saxophone play, seemingly coming from the stage itself. Though it was mostly empty, the silhouettes of a few others seated in the booths were scattered throughout the room, hardly anyone noticing as Maria entered. Unsure of where to sit, she made her way to one of the booths near the stage, overlooking it, though still a level higher than the stage itself.

Taking her seat, she sipped on her drink, a relatively nervous feeling overtaking her. ‘Well, at least I’m trying new things,’ she internally joked to herself, remind herself that the other option to her attending the show was running back out into the rain. Moments later, the lights lining the floor of the stage began to illuminate, a hush falling over the room as something began to move behind the curtains. Then, the red folds of the curtains parted in the middle, the feminine outline of a woman could be seen. Coming from the stage, the voice of an announcer could be heard clearly. “Let’s give it up for the Always Alluring, Amy!” Hearing a whistle from one of the others in the crowd behind her, the girl on stage seemed unphased, the curtains opening fully, casting a light on her as she did. In that moment, Maria’s eyes widened, glancing around with slight confusion as she did. There on the stage, Amy stepped out slowly, strings guiding her legs with each step. As far as Maria could tell, she was a life-sized puppet.

“Amy” was about her own height, though the puppet adorned a pair of high-heeled boots lifting her up another few inches. ‘Well, the strings are what’s lifting her up, I suppose,” Maria corrected herself internally, still unsure about the situation she found herself in. The doll on the stage was dressed in a tight cloth button–down shirt, hugging her form closely as it was tucked into a gold colored vest. The vest seemed to make her chest “pop,” pulled up around her breasts as to assure the audience that this was more than just some elaborate puppet show. Around the collar of the shirt, a small white bowtie rested neatly at her neck, with a very short blazer running down her arms to her wrists. At her waist, a tight vinyl bottom conformed to her hips, connected to a pair of fishnet stockings leading down to her boots. Through the mesh, Maria could clearly see the articulated joint of the puppet’s knees, with a few more visible joints at her neck and wrists, though her hands were covered in two lacy white gloves. Admittedly, if it wasn’t for the girl’s joints and visible slack demeanor, held up on an angle by her strings, she could have passed for a real performer.

Watching Amy closely, Maria wasn’t sure what more to expect as the puppet made its way to center stage. Its movement seemed staggered, moving clumsily with each step, the dolls frame drooping slightly with each footstep. A puppet of that size must have been hard to move, but the puppetry itself seemed notably sloppy. Now, reaching the near the end of the extension of the stage, standing in almost the middle of the room, the puppet stopped, wavering slightly where it hung for a few moments. Maria felt herself lean back in her seat, tempted to simply go ask the woman at the bar if she could get another drink, when all at once Amy seemed to, change.

First at her, legs, the marionette’s posture began to align itself, her joints straightening slightly as her feet planted themselves firmly on the ground below her. Shifting her waist, her back straightened as she rolled her shoulders, her once still face springing to life as she did. Shifting her jaw slightly, the puppet scrunched her face as she stretched her arms, which lifted into the air as she one by one began to move her fingers. Brushing her wavy black hair over one shoulder, she looked back to the audience with a look of seductive intrigue, smirking knowingly before speaking for the first time, the voice seemingly coming from the puppet’s own mouth. “Sorry boys and girls, you have no idea how stiff I get on the rack they keep me on back stage; a doll needs to stretch once in a while, you know?” Hearing the marionette’s coy voice, Maria sat there in relative shock as to how quickly the act turned around. Looking to Amy, the girl went from a nearly limp puppet to seemingly a perfectly realistic girl, currently looking out to her audience with a knowing expression on her face. “So,” Amy put forward, a confident tone in her voice with a grin on her face as well. “Shall we begin?”

At that, Maria could hear a pair of trumpets blare from the stage, Amy and her unseen puppeteer beginning their act. With the music picking up again, Amy walked up and down the stage fluidly, seemingly bringing her strings with her instead of the other way around. As she moved, she began to sing, starting with a number of suggestive songs, apparently eager to show off her chest, hips, and long legs at any point each song allowed; It was a burlesque show after all. As the act went on, Maria couldn’t help but feel captivated. She found herself enthralled the talent of the puppeteer, moving the dummy in front of her in such a lifelike performance, often following the strings upwards to the ceiling to see if she could catch a glance of who was controlling the artificial actress on the stage. All she saw was the darkness of the rafters above though, soon returning her eyes to Amy. The puppet, in every way Maria could tell, seemed real, a flesh and blood girl, and a stunning one at that.  At the thought, she bit her lip slightly. Between the puppet’s revealing costume, notable curves, and stunning features, Maria couldn’t help but admit that Amy had all the intended effects of a burlesque show. Soon enough, she found herself hanging on her every word as if she was on a string herself, sighing deeply at the conclusion of each song.

Finishing her drink, Maria felt herself enjoying herself once more, looking back to the stage before pausing in relative surprise. As far as she could tell, Amy was looking right at her, an arched eyebrow and a suggestive grin aimed her way. Looking over her shoulder to see if the look was aimed at anyone else, Maria shot her gaze back to the doll on stage as she spoke up once more. “For my last song, I just want to do something a little bit more…personal. It’s something I wrote myself, I hope you like it.” Without skipping a beat, the music seemed to cue up behind her, the soft rhythmic sounds of a cello joining the typical brass of the band from prior songs, though much gentler than before. Amy began to sing, though slower and a tad more blatantly seductive as well. Acting much less animated than her prior songs, her voice seemed to roll over the seats of the audience: a smooth effeminate tone coming from her with each word. “Ohhhh. Wouldn’t you want to, pull my strings? Have me to yourself, do anything. Feel my touch, hear my voice ring. Well, wouldn’t you?”

To Maria’s shock, Amy began to be lifted into the air by her strings, elevated a few feet from where she stood before moving slowly out into towards the audience: towards Maria. Without breaking composure, she continued to sing. “Wouldn’t you want to have me to yourself? Have me along without anybody else? Play with me how you like, or just prop me on the shelf. Well, wouldn’t you?” Before long, Amy touched her foot to the floor barely a few feet in front of Maria’s table, her strings gentle resting her to ground as the puppet looked right to Maria, an affectionate look in her eyes. With a spotlight following her as she moved, she stepped up to her table, Maria blushed heavily as Amy playfully sat on her lap, playing with her hair as she continued singing, even more slowly than before. “Would you please just own me,” she started, locking eyes with Maria without ever breaking her loving expression. If Amy looked lifelike from far away, she felt as lifelike as anyone she’d ever known. As the doll’s lips parted, she continued her song. “Maybe then I wouldn’t be so lonely.” Maria, still bashful about the lightweight form of the puppet girl who sat in her lap, felt the doll take her hands and wrap them around her waist. “I just wish you’d hold me…then maybe,” Amy held the final note for a few seconds, leaning in close to Maria as she did. Inches from her face, Maria felt a strange urge to kiss the stringed singer in front of her, but before she could even process her urge, she watched as Amy was pulled back into the air, still in a sitting position, and lowered back onto the stage. Opening her mouth once more, she looked up to the audience. “Maybe I’d be more than just a toy.”

Across the theater, most all members of the audience applauded, Maria sitting still in a bashful shock as the room came alive around her. Amy, at the response, got to her feet slowly, thanking everyone for coming out before making her way back to the curtain. As she delved a hand through the middle of the red drape, she looked back to Maria, smiling for a moment before she moved jerkily behind the drapes, seemingly sharply pulled by her strings. Looking to the empty stage, Maria could see a number of people make their way to the exit, though she sat clouded in a barrage of thought and emotion after everything that had just happened. Sighing once more, she shook it off, smiling slightly at the memory of the doll that had just sat on her lap. “It was just a show. ‘She´ was just a prop; some dummy they probably keep in a locker backstage…even if she was kind of amazing.” Shrugging it off, Maria went to collect her drink, though as she reached for her glass, she noticed a small card tucked beneath the base of the class. Curious, she took it in her hand, reading the girlish cursive handwriting of the note. “Couldn’t help but see you in the audience before the show. Please, come visit me back stage. –Amy”

Reading over the note 2 or 3 times, Maria was unsure what to make of it. “Pretty good handwriting for a puppet,” she joked to herself, trying to dissuade her own confusion. “Did that woman from the bar write this? Is this some kind of prank? Or maybe whoever was pulling the strings up there dropped me a note somehow,” Maria asked herself, unsure of what to do. “Or maybe the marionette back there has a crush on me,” she joked to herself again, though in the back of her mind she asked herself if that would be such a bad thing. As she thought it over, her eyes drifted around the room. Most everyone was out of the theater by now, making their way to the back, though along the side of the stage a small service door lead further into the building. After looking between the door and the exit a few times, Maria sighed. “I did leave the hotel to explore a bit, didn’t I? Beside, it’ll be a quick check.” At that, she got up, finishing her drink before making her way down and through the door, only the faint glow of the theater behind her lighting her way.

With the door creaking shut behind her, Maria made her way through the dimly lit passage until she found herself backstage. There, she looked around in a sense of intrigue, surrounded by sets and props, all apparently from past stage performances of the theater. Walking parallel to the stage’s curtain, she ran her hand along a number of costumes that hung on a rack along the back wall. A number of them were cocktail dresses and other elaborately theme costumes intended for burlesque performances, each apparently purposed to show as much skin as possible. “Or wood. Or plastic. Or whatever that puppet was made out of,” she corrected herself, reaching the center of the stage. There, a long hallway lead further into the building, a number of halogen lights dangling from the ceiling with the words “Dressing Rooms/Storage,” painted on the wall beside an illuminated red arrow. As it caught her eye, Maria felt herself jump slightly as she heard a voice echo gently down the hall. As far as she could tell, it was Amy, or whoever had voiced her for the show, singing to herself in a hushed, modest tone. From what she could hear, it was the same melody of the song she had sung to her only moments ago.

Following the sound, Maria found herself at the foot of a doorway, cracked slightly with a well-lit room visible from within. As she neared the frame, Maria listened as the song concluded, the final notes leaving a silence in the hall. Sighing, she thought to herself before knocking on the door. “Well, here goes nothing.” Tapping the door once, it swung open effortlessly, Maria stepping through the frame with a meek “Hello?” as she did. The room itself was small, with another door along the left wall and a large dressing room mirror positioned directly facing the door, reflecting Maria’s image. Under the mirror, a long table stretched the length of the entire wall, and in the corner resting atop the wooden surface was Amy.

Amy was as lifeless as Maria expected her to be, seemingly dropped carelessly in the corner where she was sprawled out, one leg dangling off the table as the other laid horizontally down its length. She looked the same as she did on stage, her costume still done up beautifully, though the strings that supported her seemed to have unhooked, leaving only a number of small notches on her artificial skin where they were prior. With her arms bowed out at their sides, Amy still kept a certain composure about her, her head upright and expression in that of a seductive grin. Approaching her slowly, Maria playfully ran a hand along her fishnet-covered leg, feeling the cool smooth surface beneath as she did. “Hey you,” Maria started in a joking tone. “Is your owner around? How about your puppeteer? I think someone wanted to meet me.” Presenting the card from her pocket, she anticipated a response from someone, maybe someone from the next room, maybe even Amy, but only silence met her ears. Sighing, she checked her watch before glancing back to the open door behind her. “I better be getting back I guess.” She said with notable disappointment in her voice, looking over the beautiful doll in front of her. Letting her hand fall from Amy’s thigh, she turned to leave. “Too bad, I was kinda hoping you were a real girl. You certainly can dance like one.” Walking towards the door, Maria was about to leave as she felt two gloved hands wrap around her waist, hugging her gently as she felt a chin rest on her shoulder. In the same low, hushed voice she heard coming from the room before, she heard Amy whisper in her ear. “I’m more real than you can handle, baby doll.”

As the initial shock subsided, Maria tried to break from the embrace but felt she couldn’t move more than a few inches, her movement limited by a number of pinpricks she felt tug at her all along her form. Quickly, the voice spoke up again. “Shhh, shhh, don’t hurt yourself. Everything’s ok, there’s nothing to be scared about. I just wanted to, oh how did I put it, have you to myself?” Maria, though panicking, felt herself strangely calmed as she felt the hands behind her run along her sides, caressing her shoulders as they moved upwards. Moving over her body, she felt the hands push her arms down to their sides, relaxing her back before resting themselves on her waist, moving pushing her gentle as she did. To her surprise, Maria felt her legs respond, stepping as she was moved, though not by her own will. Finding herself positioned in front of the mirror once more, she looked into its reflection and at the girl over her shoulder. At this point, she couldn’t say she was surprised when she was that it was Amy.

“Sorry to jump you like that, love. But you never know how a person will react to a living puppet.” Amy started, resting her head on Maria’s shoulders once more. “Yeah…I can’t say I expected this,” Maria said with a nervous laugh, looking to the bright green eyes of her captor with an air of disbelief still about her. Looking to her with a smile, Amy spoke up with a knowing tone. “Well you should have; I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, you were hoping for me to be more than just a dummy. This should be a dream come true.” Slightly blushing, Maria opened her mouth to argue but she knew Amy was right, even if she didn’t see things going like this. In silent agreeance, Maria tried to move once more, still unable to budge where Amy didn’t want her to go. “Well…You’re not wrong...Can you let me move again at least?” Maria pleaded, still struggling to move. Amy just chuckled to herself, hugging Maria around the waist again once more. “Oh honey, moving on your own is overrated, take it from a puppet. Besides, why would you even want to move? You’re right here in my arms, and looking at the way you’re blushing still, I don’t know where else you’d be much happier.” Admittedly, Maria felt a deep, internal comfort having the beauty behind her wrapped around her. “Besides, it’s been so long since I’ve had a new toy.”

“A new toy? But I’m not-“ Maria felt her jaw go slack as she found suddenly hard to speak, her paralysis spreading to her face. In silent shock, Maria watched as her skin slowly began to shift to the same consistency of Amy’s taking on a smooth, artificial tone to it. Starting as where Amy had her hands on her waist, Maria felt herself stiffen up slightly, her torso emptying as the change moved upwards. Reaching her shoulders, she felt as two articulated ball joints appeared, with similar joints springing up at her hips and at the base of head. Washing over her arms and legs, her fingers became visibly jointed at each digit, her hands resembling that of an art doll. At her knees, she felt her legs wobble slightly as they began to take on the same look as Amy’s. Finally, reaching her face, her blush became a permanent fixture, integrating itself into her artificial skin as her lips and eyes became that of a doll’s, taking on a painted appearance while still looking innocent. All at once, her hair became a wig, sewn into the doll’s scalp. Amy, running a hand through Maria’s hair, giggled to herself as she looked at Maria’s blank expression. “We may need to get you a new wig; you don’t want your hair getting caught in your joints after all. Aside from that, I think you turned out beautifully. Though I will miss how soft you were just a few moments ago.”

At the sight of the newly made doll in the mirror, Maria tried to yell at her captor but found herself as mute as ever. Jokingly, Amy lifting her hand to the girl’s jaw, talking to her in a playful tone. “I think you’re adorable, but how do you think you turned out?” To Maria’s shock, she heard her voice answer, Amy opening and closing her mouth for her. “I think you did a great job! I already love being your puppet. But don’t you think I should have a cute little doll outfit too?” With a feigned look of surprise, Amy looked to her doll. “Great idea! I think I have just the thing.” Disappearing for a second, Amy skipped back with a number of clothes draped over her arm. Internally, Maria gulped.

In a matter of seconds, Maria was stripped naked in front of the mirror, though there wasn’t much to hide anymore. Her chest was smoothed over, with no defining features to her curves, with her crotch taken to a similar effect. Regardless, the blush on her face accurately represented how she felt as Amy’s eyes wandered over her body. Not letting that slow her down though, Amy was quick to dress her doll in the costume of her choice. Taking her time, having Maria unwillingly assist in dressing herself, Amy soon had her dressed head to toe in a belly-dancer costume. The outfit was a brilliant red, with each piece of the costume consisting of a number of lacy, almost transparent drapes. With a think band holding the drapes up at her waist and breasts, the visible joints of the doll were visible all along her stomach and hips, beautifully framing the newly made puppet’s curves. At her face, a thinly see-through face cover was hung from ear to ear, Maria’s ruby lips visible behind and her eyes brightly accented above it. With some help from Amy, her hair was pulled into a number of intertwining loops, hanging at her shoulders. Giddy with excitement, Amy hugged the doll passionately, Maria begrudgingly feeling the same warm comfort fill her as she did. Standing in front of her, Amy stared at her doll with a certain lust in her eyes. Taking a few steps back, Amy let herself fall onto the table behind her, looking to Maria as if she was waiting for something. “So, are you just a pretty thing to look at or can you dance too?” Lifting a hand from the table, she snapped her fingers in the air.

All at once, Maria felt herself strike a pose, breaking her slack stance for the first time in what felt like forever. With her arms crossed over her head, she felt as her body was tugged left and right, swaying her hips in a slow, rhythmic dance. At first, Maria felt a familiar embarrassment at the hands of her captor, but looking to her face, Maria saw that Amy was captivated with her, just as she was at her performance. At the corners of her lips, she felt herself grin bashfully from behind her veil, a movement that was entirely her own. As she continued, she felt more and more of her own mobility return, the invisible strings still guiding her, but soon she found herself dancing for Amy, not simply the prop of some invisible force. A few moments more and her actions were entirely her own, feeling a genuine enjoyment for the light she sparked in Amy’s eyes. Slowly dancing towards her, Maria sat seductively in her lap, wrapping her hands around her. Amy looked to her with an accomplished grin. “I told you, this is right where you want to be, is it not?” Giggling slightly, Maria spoke with a slight reluctance still in her voice. “Well…You’re not wrong.” Smirking herself at how the roles had reverses, Maria felt the same urge as earlier to kiss the marionette in front of her. Leaning in slowly, Amy, eagerly did the same, her face brushing up against the veil covering her new doll’s face. Before they could though, Maria heard a snap from behind her, all of her mobility fleeting in an instant as she fell limp in Amy’s arms, her arms dropping to her side and her head rolling off onto her shoulder. From behind her, Maria could hear a familiar voice speak up. “Amy, what did I say about mishandling the merchandise?”

It was the woman from the bar, leaning in a relaxed manner against the frame of the dressing room door. In her hand was a small marionette’s control rod, with a certain glow about it as she aimed it in Maria’s direction. Looking disappointed, Amy propped up Maria in her lap, facing her towards the woman. “But Jane! I got her all dolled up for you just like you asked, I should be able to have some fun with her too!” With a smirk, the woman aimed the control rod at Amy, who sat up straight in obedience. “If I remember right, I think I’m your owner and you’re my puppet,” she started walking up to the two of them as she did, lifting Amy’s chin to meet her gaze. “I pull your strings, so I get to tell you what you get to do.” Notably disappointed, Amy nodded in agreeance, Jane simply smirking. “That said, have some fun with our new showgirl and then hang her up when you’re finished. I intend to have her preforming this weekend.” Jumping up, Amy hugged Jane happily, letting Maria fall limply to the table as she did. Jane, flicking the puppet the marionette control, dipped back out into the hallway, leaving the two of them along. With a smile back on her face, Amy picked up the control rod, aiming it towards Maria, who felt herself tugged into a standing position on the floor by invisible strings.

Walking her into the next room, Maria was surprised at what she saw. Along the back wall of the space was a rack with a number of stands, holding half a dozen other life-sized puppets. Each was either dressed in some elaborate burlesque outfit or completely naked, hanging limply by their strings until they’d be dressed for their next show. Leading her into the middle of it all, Amy stopped her, turning to face her. “I know, but this is where we store all the girls, have to hang pretty ol’ you up somewhere,” she said with a kiss, throwing Maria into a temporary bliss. Giggling to herself Amy spoke up again. “You know, I never did get your name.” “Maria,” she responded gently, still lost in her kiss. Leading her to one of the stands, Maria looked off to nothing with a dreamy look in her eye and Amy scribbled her name on a plate at the base of the shelf. Then, before she knew it, a number strings descended from the ceiling, connecting to a number of points along Maria’s body before hoisting her into the air. Falling limp, Maria took on a dollish smile and a distant look as she felt herself propped up onto the stand, resembling any other toy in the room. Looking up at the puppet, Amy spoke up once more as she leaned close to her. “You do make an adorable toy, Maria. I can’t wait to see you on stage. Who knows, maybe Jane will let me be the one pulling your strings.” With that, she kissed her once more before putting herself away on her own stand, hanging besides her crush before falling limp herself. As she fell lifeless once more, her hand wavered towards Maria’s taking her articulated fingers in her own. Feeling her mind slow down, her heart fluttered one last time, dreaming of feeling her strings guided by Amy.

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In what felt like no time to Maria, she had fully adjusted to her new life, feeling more and more like the puppet she was with each passing hour. Jane, or owner as she would come to call her, came to check on her new acquisition the next morning, taking Maria off her stand herself before making up a routine for her, puppeting Maria gracefully as she danced in front of the other puppets. Maria, who could never sing before, found herself singing each word Jane made her perfectly, her voice filling the halls of the back studio. Before long, Maria had a full act put together for her, with each flirtatious line planned out ahead of time. Content, Jane played with her new puppet for some time, even taking Amy down from herself as well before teasing the two of them, making them dance with one enough while having each flirt relentlessly with the other. Eventually putting her toys away, Jane took a second as she hung Maria up to speak with her. “You know, I did tell you you were the first pretty face I’d seen in a while, well one I didn’t own.” She started, resting a finger on Maria’s lips. “Well, now I own you. So whatever is going on in that plaything mind of yours, just remember: you’re property, but you’re my property, and I take good care of my girls.” “Yes, owner, I’m a good puppet.” Maria responded, Jane not even making her say the line. Happy with the response, she let her fall limp, walking back out the way she came.

With time, Maria’s mind became that of a plaything. She dreamt of being strung along by her owner, of her being positioned meticulously by Amy, of the warmth she felt in each of their arms. Of the puppets that lined the shelf, she only ever saw Amy move on her own, each other in the same boat as she was: only allowed to move when moved. Despite this, she developed a fondness for her fellow dolls, smiling at the thought of seeing them preform. By the time the weekend came around, Maria was giddy with anticipation when Jane came to get her, smiling knowingly as she lifted off her stand, restoring her movement as she did. “It’s time, kid.” Leading her to the stage, Maria stood behind the curtain, listening to the talking and the music coming from the other side. She was a bit nervous, hearing notably much more people than the show she attended, but as she felt the strings connect themselves to her, she couldn’t help but smile. “Introducing, the Magnificent Maria Marionette!” Maria heard from the stage, the curtain opening as she did. Falling limp, she let her strings guide her to the stage. “Show time.”
New story. Actually enjoyed writing this one, I feel like it allowed for some cool situational designs and overall a fun air to it all. Regardless, have another idea for a more explicit story as well as another (final?) chapter of the Haley the Witch stories, probably rounding off the whole narrative with Emma, Priya, and Brian. Let me know what you'd want to see first, because as of recent I've been getting more into music, so if I'm gonna be spending my creative time doing something I'm gonna say working on that probably wins out over writing smut haha. Idk, might take another break all things considered. Regardless, would love to hear your thoughts. 
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Wish i was tf like that x