“I've heard enough of your stupid whining!” Lydia shouted. Upon seeing the mask, and hearing the evil girl's intent Amber had started wailing. Voice piercing as she begged, cried and complained.  Lydia took the flopping hood and fed a couple of edges into another set of mechanical arms. Small pincers whirred to life, lifting the pink rubber and began stretching it softly. Another nozzle came down to Amber's head, and started to spray a clear and odourless liquid, a special kind of lubricant to be used with hair. Wetting it down, and leaving no residue or trace when it eventually evaporated. Amber winced, hacking softly when some of it went too far up a nostril or into her shouting mouth. 

The machinery wasted no time once it had applied the coating. The mask's stubby length of pipe was stuffed between her fangs, held there as the mask was stretched forward, hooked over her jaw, shutting it some ways and holding it there. Then followed a highly unpleasant experience as the machine dragged the pink latex, perfectly fitting, up along her muzzle, covering lips, taking in the side of her head, compressing the wetted fur even more. She thrashed and tried to pull away, but the machine perfectly compensated for her motions. Her shouts and yelps quickly turned into outraged muffled screeches, the rubber was dragged into position, revealing to her at the last few seconds that the ear pockets had small ear-filling wedges too, forcing them into a pert shape and plugging them but for a small speaker at the heart of them. Despite the clinical and overly tight application, Lydia still wanted an option for the future, so unlike the painted 'suit' this hood was merely snugly pulled down to the neck line. It left the wolf girl totally covered but for her nose, and the small bit of grey fur that could be seen around her eyes through the clear lenses.

 “Now, I didn't bother with any sealants or locks on that. And I'll show you why.” Lydia's voice still got through, the plugs adjusted so that they could transmit sound, but at a remote button press could just become white noise, or even total silence. It turned out that the box was deeper than it appeared, Lydia pulling a fake bottom off and throwing it aside, a whole bunch of different shaped objects were nestled into place, and in response to Amber's incessant crying through the mouth filling tube, Lydia pulled out one of them. It was a rubber cylinder that slid into the hole, with a spade at the base to prevent it going too deep inside. There was a simple screw twist to lock the base. Amber's eyes widened as it shoved in, minimising her noise. This one didn't stick out the other end, merely filling it smoothly.  But some of the others were far more threatening. Rubber bladders of a vaguely phallic or at least intrusive nature, one of which promised that it could reach the girl's throat and then be inflated to lock in place in her maw! 

The next item of Lydia's was a wide heavy duty collar of metal. Made with a locking catch, as she'd precisely measured her new captive's neck to ensure a snug fit. She lifted the steel band up to Amber's vision, and giggled. “Well, what do you think? This'll keep that all on until I get bored of it. Like the nametag?” She giggled, a cute heart shaped tag was dangling in front, with the word 'Fifi' scrawled onto it. “I thought hard about 'Ambitch', but then I thought, nah, you need to learn what you are now little doggy. What better way than with a cute new name?” 

The vixen reached up, her hands pressing the collar into place and even as Amber tried to wiggle, her body was still trapped, making her neck an easy target. The collar went over the layer of latex mask below her chin, pinning it in place, and then clicking shut. The key to the collar was placed back into that box. Which Lydia finally put on the table, before moving to close it however, she proffered one last thing, a pair of discs. “Now if you're a bad girl, I'll punish you with these.” Lens caps, even from this range Amber could work out that they'd render her incapable of sight. “Or if I feel like making you even more useless! Heehee.” She prodded the masses of rubber after slotting the caps away again. “And there's some more things here, stuff for when I need to feed you, or whatever. Of course if you agree to be my little dog, Fifi, I might let you take your new head off and eat from a bowl instead of a straw.” 

“Now, I have to finish your new body.” She said ominously, “Be back in a sec.” She hefted the capsule of wolf fur with her, and took it to some other machine. Leaving her captive in silence behind her, she tipped the whole load into the device, which started to mix it up, and to all purposes copy it. Using textiles and fibres to create artificial wolf hair. Matching the thick softness of the original, and following its colouring. All part of the absurd diabolical scheme the vixen had planned. 

Time passed, spent with her preparing, leaving the terrified wolf girl alone, the gel surrounding her accelerated the hardening of the rubber coating. After a while it had done its job and started to get heated up, becoming more fluid again and beginning to  drain away, allowing the wolf to move her limbs once more. It was an agonisingly long time before Lydia came back, and a Amber could hardly believe what she saw. It looked like a badly designed, oversized plushy with all the stuffing taken out, but with a thick coat... of fur so soft and grey, Amber could feel a pit in her stomach, the familiarity of the fur stung.

“Now, Fifi, since you haven't been housebroken, I can't trust you, so the machine will have to help me here. If you prove to be a very good girl you can help me dress you some times.” Lydia teased. She went back to the controls while Amber squealed and mmmphd, banging at the sides of the case again. Arms from earlier snagged out, this time bereft of the nozzles, they caught at the wolf's limbs until they found wrists and ankles. Moving in a way to lift her off the ground, folding her knees, pulling her arms behind her back. When she was caught, there was more beeping, the casing that had stood there for what must have been hours opening up, retreating fully from the pink latex shrouded body. It placed down a mat of sorts to avoid the mess that had not fully been cleared, the arms lowering the girl to be close to the ground. More pinching arms came to one side, ready to accept the fabrics. 

Lydia crossed over, moving behind Amber. Tugging off the plastic sheathe over the wolf girl's tail. Her paws brushed the soft length of the unmarred fur, even as the tail drooped down in fear and worry. Tormenting her victim, she prodded her sides too, making her twitch in shock and alarm at just how keenly the squeezing layers set her furless skin alight with sensation.  Lydia wanted to be done though, there was gonna be plenty of time after all. She dragged the mass of fabric over, and fed some parts of its open back to the gripping hands. In truth, it was a plush bitch-suit. The head slightly overstuffed to give a more rounded, happy look. The only breaks in the soft fluffy surface were a zipper at the crotch and back, a small hole for the mouth, one for the tail and a tiny slot at the neck. 

Lydia and the machine tugged the suit over Amber's knees, the legs short, fat and stumpy, to keep them bended, with a padded cap to protect from wear. The whole affair was snugly fit, no baggy folds, but not too small at any point. The machine released one lone ankle which was quickly stuffed into a bag, made for it, lined to cover wolfen claws. The next leg followed into the suit, trapping both, bent so that under the fabric, the rubber coated limb was touching itself. Only the light bumps showed from outside where her feet lay amidst the coat. 

The mechanisms holding her arms moved them down again, forcing them to bend, so that her elbows hovered mere centimetres from the floor. Her tugs and jerks doing nothing to dislodge or dissuade the metal. Lydia lined up the 'front legs' of the suit, and then, as soon as the machine unhanded the wrist, the fox snapped up the cover to trap her hand in a mitt-like pocket at the top. Drawing the fluffy coat up over her shoulder. Meanwhile the machine had already taken care of Amber's other arm. Suited in, the gripping devices returning to hold her by the legs and arms so that she couldn't try to escape.  Finally the head of the suit, -the suit was all one piece after all-, was slipped over her hooded face. Pressing against the rubber as it was drawn down into place. Some minor fidgeting followed as Lydia found the name tag and pulled it through the slot. The little heart falling through in order to still be legible. Finally despite the wolf girls constant thrashing attempts Lydia placed her hand on the zipper at the back. As it was drawn up, the latex clad wolf was assailed by the feeling of the perfectly tailored suit being drawn flush against her. Right up to the neckline, before there was a tugging and a snapping click as the zipper was locked into place. 

“There you are Fifi. Your new body. Just as soft as the old one! Maybe even more!” She left her side and pressed the controls again, finally the machines withdrew and relented. Dropping the wolf to the floor. Amber immediately tried to move, she crawled around, then rolled onto her back, trying to rub in to the floor, hoping to undo the zipper. But even if it wasn't locked, with her limbs swaddled up like that, there'd be only the smallest hope of success.  “Oh now now, behave yourself puppy. A good dog will get a reward, the machine's already making another outfit with longer arms, you'd even be able to walk on two legs. A stubborn and silly dog gets to stay as you are. But if you're a naughty little bitch, I'll have that zipper removed and then get it to sew the thing shut forever!” Her voice twisted with malice, -daring- Amber to be misbehaved, to give her the reason. Her words had an immediate effect though, the wolf falling limp and rolling to her side, curling into a ball. 

Lydia laughed, wandering forward. She knelt beside her costumed enemy, running her hands through the fur patronisingly, petting the girl. “There there, you'll learn to love your new home. Or well, maybe not love, but accept your life, you're my pet now, and when I grow up and marry Rowan, I'll let you go. If you're good.” Though of course, if she was too good, she might have to be the family pet. If she wasn't good enough... surely someone would want to... adopt her.  

There was a distant sound of a door, and then clacking steps. And Lydia bolted upright in shock, running to the entrance to the room. A swishing dress descended the stairs to the lab, the wearer holding a gun in one hand. “Whoever is in here. Show yourself.” The rich female voice called. Lydia gasped and then shouted out.

“M-mom!?” 

Running closer to the suddenly arrived parent. 

The adult vixen put the tranquiliser she had been wielding away. Surprise fading from her face, she folded her arms, giving an upset look to her daughter “Lydia, what are you doing here? How did you find my lab? It's not a place for little girl like you.” 

“W-what? Your lab?” 

 Her mother scoffed. “Of course, girl. Now answer me, what are you doing here?” 

Lydia rattled off the story she had prepared if her father had found her, innocent play, happy accidents, lucky guesses as to how she made her way inside. She lied through her teeth, about what she had found and understood, that it was a recent discovery and so on... it might have worked... if the wolf girl hadn't stumbled through the doorway as fast as she could. 

“What is that!” Her mother shouted, grabbing her daughter by the ear and dragging her over. “Who is this? What have you done, you stupid child?” 

Lydia had to keep herself from crying, as she quickly explained! “T-this is F-f-fifi. I mm-mean it used to be Amber. You know, the one I mentioned...” 

Her mother stopped, and looked down. “This was very irresponsible of you.” Her voice was suddenly calmer to Lydia, gaining a sneer as she peered closer. “So you're the one who's been bullying my daughter? What, did you follow her home too?” She directed to Amber. “Fifi is a stupid name. And now I have a stupid situation to take care of too.” Amber stared in fright, feeling the one chance she thought she had was not in fact promising at all.

“Lydia, I told you about the rules of having pets, but you took one anyway. Still given who it is, I will let it slide. However you are never to use this room unsupervised again. You will show me everything you've done, used or made. I need to know how much you've cost me. But if it helps you get revenge on the girl who's been ruining your life, then there are things your innocent little mind won't even have considered.” She walked away without a second glance at 'Fifi'. “I will clean up the mess you made. You will take your new dog into your bedroom, and if you leave it, lock the door. We will have a serious discussion about this tonight, young lady.” She was annoyed simply because now she had to figure out a way to protect her daughter and explain the disappearance that may already have been reported. 

...but it wouldn't be the first time she had to cover up a disappearance, she had the lab for a reason, just the first time it involved another family member. Still, her daughter had been craving something like a pet for a while, she never would have suspected she'd find such a cute puppy.

Lydia had perked up, fetching a leash that clipped below the tag. “Let's go Fifi, your new home and life are just beginning. Say, I wonder if mom will let me have friends over to show my new pet to. I hope so, I can't wait to tell the girls what happened to Amber the bitch after they helped knock you out.” She giggled. Already picturing what would come next.