“Wakey, wakey, whore.”

 Amber opened her eyes, then screeched in shock. Her surroundings were cold and unknown, she had been stripped down and to top it all off she was stuck in something! She could dimly see the edge of some glass case and it seemed her body was inside it. Trapped standing with a hole big enough for her neck, but not her head, and a wall of the glass preventing her hands from more than poking her neck. She shivered at the chill she felt, perplexing as her thick grey coat should have kept her shielded from it.  After some struggling, she finally saw the figure in front of her, an all too familiar fox.

“Wh-whwhat, L-Lydia? Is that you? What's going on, wh-where am I?” The chill she felt shook her jaw, making it hard to speak, and yet Lydia stood in total comfort. Though the fox girl was fully clothed in the latest overpriced fashions.

Lydia sneered at the wolf displayed before her. She gestured around the odd room, it looked like someone had taken a typical sci-fi laboratory and heavily altered it to depart from the clinical look. Splashes of colour and wealth, red walls, with wooden trimmings lined the better part. Contrasting with the white and silvered metal of the enclosed area the two girls were in. Fitted with tubes, devices, metal mechanics and strange nozzles, all manner of peculiar things stuck out, made all the more notable by the elegant and refined surroundings spread wherever they could be placed.

“Oh, this? Turns out my dad is a mad scientist or something. I don't even. He probably thinks his little girl's too dumb to find this place or get into it but here we are, bitch.” Amber's teeth chattered away. Making the fox girl giggle. “Oh, you must be freezing... Missing this?” She said, reaching down. Amber scowled, expecting her to draw up her clothing but instead she pulled up a big cylinder... and as the wolf realised what it was, her stomach sank. She patted herself to confirm and squealed again, it was a mass of cut grey fur, hers. She'd been god damn shaved! 

“Wh-what the hell!” She cried out, already feeling tears welling up as her tail reflexively curled between her legs, making her whine as while it was at least still furred, the brush of it against bared skin was an unwelcome feeling. Lydia put the container down on the table next to her. She'd enjoyed watching the sleeping wolf get her enviable coat trimmed down. The advanced machine precise in following her body, trimming each hair to be as long as it could be. It had shaved her completely, save for the tail and head. Lydia had thought about letting both be trimmed, but her admiration for that tail just barely outweighed her jealousy, and she had further plans. She wished she'd thought to film it all so she could watch it again, or maybe force Amber to. Before her stood the girl she loathed, her head poking out of a transparent box with a raised step high enough for her to stand, but low enough that she was only just able to rest her feet on it. Amber's hands pounded the edges, fingers hunting for gaps or ways out, knees and feet kicking and banging. 

“I-I'm gonna look hideous, w-why did you do this?” Her voice cracking at the thought, even as some more sensible part flushed with a strange heat, realising not only was she unclothed but she was exposed as she never had been, to the class bully of all people. She smacked the walls enclosing her body. Recovering from sadness with sudden outrage. “Let me go! What is this thing? Someone help me, get me out!”  

Lydia winced and glared at her, covering her ears like the drama queen she was. “Shit you're a whiny one. Shut up!” The anger in her voice stilled the girl for a moment, and so she launched into a tirade of her own. “You wanna know why?! Because you're a dumb bitch, and yet the teachers love you.” Lydia's fur started to rise, her lips pulling back as her annoyance built with each statement. “People invite you to parties, even though you don't deserve a single one of those sluts you call friends. And most of all you are Not. Prettier. Than ME. Rowan is gonna be mine!” Amber stared, dumbstruck at the loud shouting. Rowan was a classmate of theirs, one who'd never paid attention to her in the years they'd been at the same schools, at least, until she'd started to show signs of age. But even then, all he'd said was something flirty that she was unaccustomed to, so much so that immediately on hearing it she was left blushing and speechless. 

But there it was, Rowan was the popular boy, the ones the girls mooned for. Lydia was the clichéd interest for him, rich, spoiled, and the head of their school's 'that clique'. At least to her mind that is how it should have been, but even at 14 she'd yet to show any signs of puberty. Then Amber, boring, plain, working-class parented Amber had started to show those very signs, and suddenly her spotlight felt threatened. 

Out of the two of them, it was Lydia who was crying first, eyes streaming already as every imagined slight welled up. “You're a shitty nobody bitch. They're not even that big when you shave that stupid coat off.” She shook with rage for a moment before wandering to one side. Sucking her breath in and imagining she looked a lot more calm than she did. “ You're just a silly dog that thinks she can do what she wants, and I hate everything about you, so I'm gonna change that. Heck, if I just knocked you out again and left you in school your life would be ruined without your dumb hair.” 

Amber had started to lose control of her tears herself, all the while Lydia re-purposed her sadness into spite. She remembered how she was 'knocked out' now, surrounded by Lydia and some of her friends after school, she'd been grabbed behind some bushes, stabbed by what must have been a syringe and then sat on and held down while her vision faded. But with no memory between then and now. 

The thought of her waking up in school, everyone mocking her and laughing, even if she did get home and put some clothes on, without her hair everyone would make fun of her, she'd lose the few friends she had! “No please! I never did anything to you Lydia, I j-just want to go home!” She banged at the lid, trying to find a way to get the trapping box open. Lydia arrived at a keyboard on the desk, she tapped a few buttons and then huffed, waiting for the thing to load. Her eyes fell to Amber's phone, and with a cruel chuckle she crossed to the case. Turned her back on the wolf,  and lifting up her phone she took a selfie, with the struggling 13 year old in plain view behind her. Despite it all, Amber still couldn't even see the phone, so she had no idea what she looked like even on the inside camera. 

“You never did anything? Hah, you're ruining my life!” She said, striding back to the keys. “Well, now I'm in charge, and you're gonna see what it's like.” Her focus shifted to a screen in front of her and the occasional clunk of some machine moving made Amber wince. 

“What's going on? What are you doing? H-how do you even know what you're doing?” Amber whined, trying to shrink away at each sound.

“Yeah, you really are a dumb brat. You're just a kid compared to me, hah.” Her condescension finally supplanting her angered tone. “My dad thinks I'm stupid, so he never treats me like I'm an adult, but it was easy to break his password. And since he and mom never expected it, there's none of that baby-proofing shit in the way. The kind your parents probably do, 'protecting' you from the internet. Heheheh, oh, there's some really weird stuff there. Turns out there's also instructions on how to make these things work just lying around, don't even need to check online for it. But as fun as it is to see you naked like that, I didn't do it just to make you as ugly as you should be. No, now it's time for the real fun part.”

There was a chirp as whirs came from behind and below Amber. She squealed as a cold metal hoop caught her tail, pulling it back before moving over it again, a feeling like a plastic bag being drawn over the fur and then tied off at the stem. She was all the more nervous as the platform she was standing on suddenly shifted. Then, with only an audio warning that gave no clues, several arms with nozzles wiggled around, suddenly spraying some liquid at her form. Whatever it was seemed sticky, and clung to her, even as she tried to scrape at it, or block the nozzles, or kick. There was only so much she could do. The small bits of the glassy top she could see started to be obscured by a strange pink coloured liquid and a chemical smell started to drift up. “What are you doing? What is this goo? Please, stop, I'll do anything!” 

“Oh you'll see, but yeah, keep your fingers spread now, don't wanna gunk em up too bad. Eheheheh.” Lydia watched with amusement, the liquid latex being painted over the wolf's body. It stirred unexplored feelings in her, the kind that some of those 'weird' places made her feel. She was distracted enough from her enemy's yips and shrieks to just enjoy the show, until it started to get too obscured inside the glass case.

The process was automated at this point so she idly flicked her phone as she went to prepare. When the machine was done spraying, making sure it had a liberal and even coating, it started to flood the chamber with a thick gel. Oozing up over Ambers toes, which were already feeling heavy by way of being virtually glued in the excess rubber that had pooled below. The gel slipped up her frame, making her feel all the more chilled, she winced as it crept up her legs and over her waist, her shouts for help or mercy spurred on as it licked up her belly, and she found already she couldn't move her legs much at all. Every passing inch making her motions dwindle, she tried to keep her hands from it, but the liquid kept pushing until the whole case was full. Sealing the latex painted wolf inside a block of gel. Pushing her fingers apart as she tried to claw at it. 

Lydia had vanished out of sight as she found what she was looking for. Returning minutes after the gel block was full, she walked up to Amber with a box in her hands, “Man, I wish I could skip this all, I wanna get to the best bits.” She said with a sneer. “But I'm not gonna just keep you like a boring statue, I got a lot of plans for you bitch, after all...” she pulled the box's lid open, revealing its contents. A colour matching pink rubber mask stared up, a shining muzzle with a pipe poking between the lips, leading up to a head, complete with ear pockets and two clear lenses over the eyes.  “...I always wanted a pet of my own.”