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https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/bassywolfeh/\n\nGet Custom Content Just Like this and support Star Harem at: https://www.patreon.com/StarHaremInteractive/overview\n\nTo: Doctor Hemlock.\nFrom: The Ferox Colonial Psychiatric Ward.\nBy: Your Daughter, Cyanide.\n\nHi there you old bird, it’s been a long time. You know the rules, doctor says I only get three letters going out until I’m out well. So this’ll be the last one. I really am glad for the letter you sent me back last time. Everyone's hopes really can make a mouse misty eyed right? I couldn't keep it, but I’ve got every word burned into my mind. Above all else you should know that I’m doing just fine. Yeah, I was suppose to be released in two weeks, and it’s been a couple of years. Though I am sorry I couldn't get it together yet, I’m trying. There’s not a lot of ears around to listen to what’s happening to little old me. All the good and bad, so I think I’ll feel way better if I can send this last one out to you. Now that I’ve seen everything in this cushy little box. Here goes.\n\nI’m picking up so many skills you’d never believe. This letter? I’m writing the entire thing using just a pen and my toes~ Occasionally I glance for mistakes out of a gap in my blindfold. Once they read this it’ll be tightened, but I like it that way. Just being able to do this took a lot of favours. We got the right to send messages, but not to write them. I hoped to learn to write good with my tail, but apparently it’s a security risk. (I did wrap it around an interns neck during a um, episode of passion) So now it’s been tied around my hips for as long as I can remember.\n\nMy straitjackets really good, it took me months of wyrming around just right to find out that there were 38 locks studded allll over it. Big and small. It’s got a little port on the back of the neck where they run soapy water through to clean me every day. Way to go on the PERV’s again mother, they’ve not fed me for a year. When I’m back home I plan on eating the fridge. Especially your entire Havarti collection. (because I wuv you) Of course I know why they did that. There’s a running theory for the community that food fuels the darkest parts of the soul. But I think I know the real reason why, it’s a lot easier to ‘treat’ a girl like me when she’s weak.\n\nThere are upsides and downsides to this of course. On one hand, my figure is perfect. (Even my ol fast metabolisms got nothing on a 15 month fast) I never have to go to the bathroom, or brush my teeth. My body feels very sensitive, and I’m super flexible like you wouldn't believe. It’ll take me a few days to write this letter, when it’s time to sleep they hang me up in the most incredible suspension. My arms can do a reverse prayer going all the way to my collar and my toes can touch the back of my head easy. I thought it was cool when I found out I could do the splits. Last health benefit I suppose is that my fur is amazing. Cuddly as a supermodel.\n\nThere are a few downsides. I’m a lot, weaker. They first started me on this about a month after erm, my third breakdown. Where I tore out of the low security straitjacket and molested that fellow inmate? I don’t know if they tell you or anyone about these things. But now I’m a wimp, can’t even run faster than a jog for more than a minute. They’ve also got all these drugs, hundreds of them. No woman could believe the amount of chemicals they’ve pumped into me to make a mouse better.\n\nThey’ve done drugs to make me dumb, drugs to make me smart (boy they did not like that one), sedatives, tranquilizers, narcotics, alcohol, viagra (I did not like that last one). And it’s always up and down. Some days my kidneys work just like normal, other times the medicine will be five times stronger than predicted. They think it has something to do with how PERV’s feed the body. And try to make sure they can access enough nutrients for me and hydration. But the mix is never quite right.\n\n\n\nThe thought of you out there really does keep me going more than anything else. That somebody's out there in my corner, sharing what I feel it at least a little way. I know you care so much, and attitudes the biggest thing. Here everyone's given up on me, said I’ll get better only when I really want to. I’ve doubted myself for a long time, but whenever I think I’m at my limit I think of everything you taught me. What we’ll do together once I can make it back home. And I know I have to keep continuing.\n\nThey say my condition has developed a newly developed disorder as well. I’ve got to admit it’s taken much more of my attention than the other since it’s developed. They call it hypersexuality. It’s just what it sounds like. Now everyone's plenty perverted these days, but I think I’ve become very addicted to the pleasures of the flesh. I know all my doctors very well, and got the hang of what it takes for some extra conjugal attention.\n\nIt feels different than when I first got in here, like it’s not temporary. Only ever going down for a few hours whenever I can scratch that itch and coming back stronger each time. There’s not a fetish I can say I’m not in love with. Giving me plenty to do during all these boring, lonesome days. Doctors use me, leave me with toys, or even with other patients who need the release. They call me Needynide. And it’s pretty much true. Since I’ve been here such a long time, I’ve made myself useful.\n\nThey offer these audio classes on advanced physics subjects, and have let me continue my studies. It’s extra hard without a good teacher like you, but I welcome being able to take it on my own pace. Speaking of which, I am lucky enough to have one friend who’s got nothing to do with this place. His names Clover, a wild Leshy. My doctors are convinced I made him up, but he’s real. Coming down from the little window I’ve got late at night.\n\nTrust me, if he was a figment of my imagination we’d get it on constantly. Such an adorable little scamp! A perfect example of his species, and really curious. He travels around, doing what he wants. Says we’re on some garden planet, but I could have surmised just as much from the humidity when the AC breaks down. He really cares about me, and offered me a way out a few times. But I told him the same thing I tell myself. This rat can’t leave until she’s well again.\n\nHe does do such amazing things for me when he visits sometimes, last week. He came in with a phone, and showed me this old episode of Cupcakes. Remember when I was a little girl and we’d watch it together? I had to sleep with you every night for weeks but we still came back for more cause it was that good. I didn't get much sleep that night, but I sure wasn't scared.\n\n\nI feel like I’m living in a paradox, the reason I’m here. The reason I was ever here, it because I know the truth about the world we live in. I’ll keep it brief, I know how it must sound. But think from my position. It’s all so hard. When I learned about the laws of physics, experimental knowledge about this reality and the next. I connected the dots I can’t unmatch. Our world is not real, and I’ll never, ever prove it in here. At the same time, I need to shake this pesky discovery at any cost. If I can just go back to how things were, I’ll get my life back.\n\nNot that I haven’t tried mind you, they’ve loosened my bonds tons of time recently. Something about my theorems really caught someone's attention, though I first thought somebody had to be stealing my credit. It was something to do between lovemaking sessions. Understand I wrote about everything, any rule of this world top to bottom. Not just the crazy stuff, so I don’t know what part they are interested in. But I do know I got one more visitor.\n\nI thought I’d really lost it when Arrest herself appeared in my room, she was everything her reputation chalked her up to be. Seductive, powerful, and better in bed than I could ever describe.She made me hers in minutes, I don’t know why I said I’d work with her but in that moment I knew there was no other choice. She offered to be my lover, on the simple terms that I make weapons exclusively for her. So I’m going to take a break, step back, and analyze this problem.\n\nI hope I get to see my blue Leshy friend again, because I’m leaving this cell for a while. But more than everything I hope that she can help me turn around, to make me understand what I know has to be true but just can’t accept. There’s something in my head making me believe this is all a fiction. Justified by a few findings all written down in paper. I’m finishing up quickly, so I can get transferred tonight.\n\nThere’s one, last thing I got to include before I leave you, the strangest thing happened. I’ve got no idea weather this was some bad tasted goodbye from this dumb facility or something. Else. After Arrest, when I was still recovering. I got this, visitor. She sounded like a girl but I was blind and to weak to check. I’m sharing what she said with you in case I forget, I made notes right after but I can hardly bring any belongings with me to whatever lab I’ll be cooped up in next. So here, letter by letter. Is what she said when she stopped by.\n\n“Look at you, curled up and satisfied. Your dieing in a place you know doesn't matter. Cold, and very alone. What you feel between your legs is just your heart reaching out for what you can’t give it. This is where we all start, and where we all end. Et rfq idp moe mwas bl e isjtcx mij rfht lvnl. Anvlmw, yirh, izdzpvrn. Bvh hxdxz mgfkrip. Aygh kfhp xjhp gur vwep, ui plau uooi. Px's uvirsr acp gvta kbsblbvekwp, W cshy rskdaew as olab nh usb ne rpkmgliu fm eofi. Iu nsn'd fobi evnt nhy mia ah lwohxl htmo coe ice cchf, Z'w ibiw lqlsz lpl.”\n\nAnd that’s it, I hope you are still doing everything you love mother. Because of you, I’m not losing the prime of my youth. I’ve got as many years as it takes to kick this, and believe me I will move on from this cell one way or another. Because I want my family back, I want to go back and get better at making friends. I want to take my best friend here and get on a ship where he can see things I can barely describe in this tiny box. I know you’re doing good, and let me promise you did everything right when you raised me. Any problem I’m dealing with is just between me and my own head alright? I’m having fun when I can, and still trying to smile. So you do the same thing.\n\nI promise that I can get over this mother, when I sit here and think about it. It's like mercury dripping down my ear into my head. Right now nothing matters more to me than these words. So maybe I need to take a break more than I thought.  Going home would only hurt you all. So I leave you with my best wishes on a good day.\n\nWith warm, warm regards. And so much love.\n\nCyanide\n\n\n\n\nOn the garden planet of Ferox there was a saying. Aliens, hunters, and indigenous species all compete for the crown of who may be the most invasive. With a rich, unrecorded history of all manner of failed colonization efforts an half baked attempts in terraformation. A never ending battle was waged between it’s fauna and civilization. On a daily basis the guards of research station Thorn used flame spewing staves to roast off nearly thirteen feet of plant growth extending unto the perimeter wall from the forest floor.  \n\nA secret facility, it would take an exceptionally cunning beast to do what a galaxy wide confederacy of lawmen could not. Finding the place, and infiltrating it. Yet Clover was a beast with a distinct advantage. Amidst a sea of green moss, lichen, and violent tangles of tree growth. He blended in like a zebra in it’s own herd. Poised on the exact spot of the garden wall, he prepared himself to make his entrance. A stealthy encounter like this was routine for him, yet never failed put ice in his veins. He knew from experience the vegetation would be utterly sparse beyond the wall. The only thing he’d know is that he had no clue of what to expect. If he was discovered, there was every possibility he’d be captured like his mate. Or worse.\n\nYet it was because of this that he had to venture inside. There was no way he’d find the silvery bird that she’d been taken into anywhere else. As he heard the searing click of fire wands sparking up on the perimeter around him He readied himself, the vines sprouted from his back bulb nearly over the edge. Yet waiting for an opportunity. The perfect distraction. The last two days had been wasted seeking other ways in, when he’d been hit with the ‘brilliant’ idea he was now employing. A colony of lockjaw kobolds had been foolishly troubling the station for some time. Hiding in the underbrush, hoping to get their jaws around any guard foolish enough to stick their hand into the tangle of vines over the edge. That’s when he heard it, ears shooting up like a gazelle.\n\n“Taaaaj! Cubbie ji him!” The pint sized lizard shot out of its hiding place unbothered by the flames. Fangs finding their way strait and true into the armor of the black visored guardian. “Damn it Pouches! You said you checked the perimeter! Get your ass over here with the jack, I got another one hanging off me like a christmas tree.” It was time. Tiny vines extending the last eleven inches over the alloy metal boundary he built up speed like a slingshot and hurled himself into the perimeter. Going unnoticed by a matter of seconds as the gruff watchdog turned to check the rustling sound before going back to stamping out the burning, still very alive little lizard hanging off his arm.\n\nThe two foot tall Leshy found himself hanging off of a balcony on the second story of the building. Just ducked into the center of the structure for the most security possible. Pulling himself over the bent rim to stand in front of the curved glass dome shaped door that was the entrance. Inside he spotted a mouse like girl short in stature. Curled up on a desk in the middle of a chaotic mess reminiscent of Ferox itself.\n\nOn the left side of the room was a messy entertainment system with cords tangled all about the dusty consoles and cartridges like vines sheltering a treasure trove. The holographic monitor drafted by the nearly five meter wide circle that also seemed to have some kind of purpose for amusement. His bare paws touched the concrete below making him spit in protest a goopy splash of chlorophyll against the glass. The gross, mundane taste of the rock being highly unnatural to his delicate sensibilities. Another glance inside revealed a pink, pillow like carpet so plush it could be used as a bedspread. Leaving pink paw prints against the glass he hurriedly flipped the door open to cast himself inside.\n\nTaking a deep breath he allowed himself a purr as he embraced the tasty fibers of the floor. Whatever beast resided within being leshy friendly. The floor tasted like licorice and was soft enough to sleep against right now. Yet his new position revealed even more about the right side of the room. Hung on the walls were various posters detailing various lusty creatures. Pinups of one with various digital sensibilities to games and niche pop culture with a clear love for female domination.\n\nThey were large, detailed. A mix of actresses, slaves, and digital women he’d never seen before. The sight of it made the sprout between his legs bloom as if Petal had nuzzled across his crotch herself. There was a muzzled dragon being scrubbed down in an underground compound by a stoic faced human. A cybernetic drake bound with holographic restraints while her brain was examined. Most Leshy like himself would have little to no comprehension of the tech, or colourful pictures strewn around the room. He however, was confident.\n\nHe’d spent years from the treetops, examining visitors to his world. Sometimes they would try to settle down, or make camp. Spurring his curiosity, yet stoking the embers of his fear. He may have learned the course, simple language they employed. Yet he’d never gotten close enough to smell the rubber. To lay a paw onto what he could only imagine to be the finest fibers in the world. He remained cautious seeking only to find the woman that he loved. Yet there was something peculiar, one of the posters not like the rest.\n\nThere seemed to be a creature on the other side of the bright window. She was taller than him, or even the mouse in the room. With three toed feet, and slightly purple toned skin. She wore an environmental suit, with her eyes glowing just along the veil, slightly tinged with excitement. (She isn't from here, is she kidnapped? Or one of them?) The dry side of his finger rubbed along the length of the glass, his nose but an inch from the glowing viel. She responded as if he’d instantly given her the most vigorous tickleing of her life. “Tehehehehehe! Stooop!” The girl begged.\n\nInstantly, with wide eyes. Clover fell back in a panic. His attention instantly shot to the mouse in the middle of the room. “Ehhhhh, five more minutes.” She groaned to no one in particular. Stirring. His heart pounding, Clover bounded silently across the sweet tasting floor in search of a hiding place. There was so much to consider! It was then he ran into a brightly coloured, incredibly well detailed artifact. There was no metallic clank, in fact he felt his shoulder slam right into a material with an almost rocky texture. He puzzled as to what he was looking at. A network of ornately designed white plates tucked around a incredibly well endowed figure with four legs, arms, and a quad set of teats. There was absolutely no movement despite his full speed impact, as if it weighed more than Ferox itself.\n\nScrabbling around it, he avoided the thin beam of plasma extending from a camera like interface  placed a meter away from the white outfit. Just as the mouse began to sit up, rubbing her eyes and staring with a grin to the opposite side of the room. It was his hearts desire to fling himself right out that window, back to the wilderness of Ferox, and never return here. Yet just as he began moving towards the door. Something rooted him in place. Something that was seemingly made exactly for him. A ceramic pot filled with soil just under the beams of morning light from the gateway and some kind of… pink apple attached to ribbon lying next to it.\n\nAs he saw the round eared figure rising behind him, he knew there was no other option. Being rewarded the instant he did so. Wherever the soil had come from, he wanted to spend the rest of his life in it.Sinking thigh deep into the mix as a chocolatey sensation streamed in from his paws. His belly rumbled and his mouth watered, yet still he felt out of place. Looking around for any chance to blend in, he saw it! Stuffed in the faces of nigh every picture in the room was the same large apple! As he reached for the one waiting next to his vase, something clicked around his ankles. Securing them in place. Hurrying further, his jaws stretched to accommodate the ever so slightly gooey ball. Instantly tasting an entirely new treat, bubblegum. The pre tied ribbon securing it behind his head snugly with a thin veil blinding his vision before he knew what was going on.\n\nThough delighted, Clover was deeply concerned that he could not move his feet in any way. It was in this moment that he made yet another mistake. His fingers brushed up against some type of bulb while reaching for his toes. Instantly causing him to recoil, giving hushed whines while hearing the mouse move around on the other side of the desk. Was she getting closer!? What if he was discovered! So out of place, so out of place! He quelled his panic. Placing his arms behind his back just as many of the females had done. Then, he waited. A tingle going up his spine.\n\nThere were an endless number of creatures and plants in his home world that sought to bind and mate with an unwary leshy. As it intentionally moved to cup over his other hand, he recognized exactly what he was dealing with. It was a Cuff Carnation. Both of his hands were coated in a delicious layer of honey as ribbon like roots creeped up his arms nearly to the shoulders. Binding them together. “MRrrrrraw…” He gave a muffled groan, giving his best attempt to struggle out yet his fearful lack of strength being left apparent. Finally, blunder after blunder. He was discovered. “Oh wow, aren’t I a lucky girl?”\n\n\n\n\n\n\nCyanide had it easy, from the brand on her rear end marking her value at 10,000 bonds. Her privilege was apparent. More so, this value did not come from great beauty, unbound fame, or deadly tallents. No, she held a genius that often wraps the minds of psychiatrists and competition alike in a pretzel. The value held within those bonds did far more for her than offer short term wealth, indeed. It’d created interest for herself hired for one of the most leisurely positions a scientist could dream of. If one of the most dangerous.\n\nHer living space was her lab, indeed the little mouse saw no problems mixing home and work. Preferring what was practical and efficient to what was traditional. Drawing much ire from her coworkers which were mostly botanists. Such a leisurely existence eternally left her mind to wander, ill entertained with the pre-packaged ecstasy that was peddled to the masses. Yet that was something for another matter entirely. Waking up at noon, she had one thing on her mind. The last minute adjustments to the latest project she’d been unveiling. She awoke with a start to the sound of giggling, that over sensitive tickle frame she’d gotten really got on her nerves again. Though she had to admit the sound of a captive ladies pleas for mercy was not the most grating sound on her ears.\n\nCrawling slowly over to her latest masterpiece. The darling she’d dubbed Poinsettia. She noticed something out of place. The Leshy pot she’d brought in from the garden was full, and with a male no less. “Aren’t I a lucky girl?” She said with a cheery expression. There was scarcely a boy on the entire station outside of that greenhouse and for some reason or another she’d gotten one delivered to her room. Not a week earlier there’d been a female that defied all explanation in that same pot, sucking the same gag. But Cyanide had only brought her in for fun, mostly to irk the entire facility who was eager to pick her apart before the little monster could be sent back to her boss.\n\nShe tried to get the finishing touches done, she really did. But running the last numbers on the mobius strip reaction and initiating the final tests was so pointless and boring. While his green body awaited her like a Satyr caught in a trap. He struggled now and then, never enough to fail to amuse her and reminding her very much of a live fly caught in a web. It was so mean of them not to let her have any slaves on the premises. How could even someone like herself pull off groundbreaking work if not accompanied by a fuck buddy 24/7?\n\nShe neglected the tests, slithering up to him like an anaconda. Going so far as to enwine her grey body around his. Fleshy pink hands rubbing at his belly. Awarding her with an instantly satisfying. “Mrrrrrrr~” From her confused captive. She felt like she could pluck him out of the ground to turn into her favorite cuddle toy forever. Every part of his body was just a touch more firm than that of his mates. The slightest traces of muscle accenting his boyish physique. The cute ways he responded to every little touch.\n\nShe blew into his ear like a serpent ready to strike, and her potted plant withered back. Whining as helplessly as a puppy, unable and unwilling to risk screaming for help. “You’re a good boy aren’t ya? Just stay still, keep doing that.” She egged on. Suckleing at his ear and eager to test a rather engrossing hypothesis. It was just then, that she recognized a familiar smell. Accompanied by the first time she could remember in proper light. Her eyes widened like red giants, her jaw hit the candied floor.\n\n“Clover! You, yooou-... You found me! Oh my god this is the best day of my life I am soooo~ Glad you’re here. Mmhmm~ And offered up nice and hot too. I don’t care if you’re nervous, I’m not letting my best friend get out of this one. We need to catch up, but first…” She continued her experimentation, now with love on the mind. Not an intense romantic passion that needed to be consummated but a deep friendship open to all sorts of physical affection.\n\nWithin minutes, she had him salivating heavily on the thick. Augmented ball secured tightly between his lips. The spittle flowing smoothly as morning dew onto his chest and belly which shined in the sunlight like a virgin rose ready to be picked. “MRRRmmm!” He pleaded as she sunk lower at the rate of a tar pit. Brushing a hand in sinister fashion across every petal of his back. The perfect way to make all the leshy’s scream. How powerful she felt able to hold his every last leaf for ransom. Far more so than fondling the balls of a zoologist that was for sure.\n\n“Soooo cute! You wiggle around like a virgin on the vine. If you cum before I say so, I’m going to pluck all of your little leaves off till I feel better. Then let you go dry for a couple days to ruminate on your crimes. Readysetgo.” She teased. “Mmmmmph!?” Her victim squealed as she went right for his erect manhood like a mouse to the perfect cheese crumb. (Oh yeah, that’s the stuff) She immediately thought, is this what it was like to be drafted into the military? She hadn't realized how long it had been since she’d tasted real boy juice. Even his pre-cum was like licking frosting off ones fingers while preparing a long forgotten cake.\n\n“Mmmn, mmmmrrr~ Mmmm, mmmhm, Mmmm, Ahhh, mmmmm. Mrrrr, mmrrrrrrrrrrr~ Mmmm, mmm, Aaaah, ah, ah ha. Mrrrrm! Mmmmm, mmmm…. Mhmmm! Mmmm, mmmm, grrrrrrrrm, mmmm. Mmmm!” He’d moan in a hypnotic pattern to the gag. Cyanide’s ears were perky and her eyes and body absolutely relaxed. One hand worked it’s way along his hips. Bobbing them as she so desired while the other drug it’s claws carefully around is spectacularly sensitive bulb. Toying with the prehensile vines roughly.\n\nHer lips were relaxed, more than prepared for the task at hand while the mouse on the other end of them could not wait for her drink. She felt like a slime, or a smut vampire. Each moment that he more roghly struggled and awarded her with his song of power seemed to make the next one drag on twice as long. Her muzzle, experience, and his short length made avoiding choking a breeze. Her senses tingled with almost the same ecstasy as his. Sensing his oncoming climax any minute now. She slowed down, tormenting him and readying herself to greedily take in every last drop. With a pinch she held out one of his tiniest, most sensitive petals. “Don’t you dare, till, I say~”\n\nFor five minutes she built him up mercilessly, ensuring a fine payload for herself. Withdrawing for one, last engagement. She scratched beneath his chin. “Cum for me my lucky Clover~” She ordered, returning soothingly to his lap where he almost instantly delivered his payload Making it disappear without trace. Her own eyes sparkled, betraying her dominant persona still held in lace thanks to the thin ribbon in front of Clover’s eyes. “Like cream and strawberry juice, I sure like you. If I have it my way and that stuff will be on tap~” She nuzzled along his collar, a sign of reassurance that he had nothing to fear while in her care. Something the Leshy did not need a reminder of. “There there, you still did good. Nothing to worry about with me. Rest up, get some rays, and make me another batch. Ok? You’re safer like this for a few minutes while I do something important, guess it’s your turn to be tied up~” She inquires, tail flicking over a tiny fridge beneath the desk to then pour water over his waiting body. It was an unspeakable sensation, especially for one accustomed to the one hundred degree weather of Ferox. Confused, content, and sparkling more than a dolphin. Clover was settled and Cyanide was happy. Licking her lips to appreciate the taste before moving on to the main event of the day.\n\nBefore her guest even had time to dry off, Cyanide strut her way alongside the pile of fun, electric gizmo’s at the far end of the room. Plucking a remote control out of the mess with her tail. Just touching it caused her heart to race. The boy was little more than a warm up (and perhaps a snack), no she was going to celebrate the completion of her most incredible work of science right alongside her boss. The instant she activated the large light projection platform, she immediately felt impatient. With the power routed through the building instead of instantly available to her by an elemental. Extravagant technology like this took too long to charge up.\n\nSitting on her desk out of boredom, the mouse quickly realized her heat with a flush complection. Why did the world have to be so cruel? Making her wait for the privilege she’d been building up to with this entire operation. Hand resting between her legs, she looked left and right akin to a raccoon looking to steal a abandoned cupcake. “Noooo, bad Cyan.” She snapped at herself, swatting away her sinful paw at the wrist. (Think of how hard you’ve worked to earn that terrified complexion, you can’t lose your way now!) She let her face became like a mask. Ogling the image as it projected itself out of the base of the pad with hungry eyes.\n\nThe figure was three times her size, a one of a kind drider. The image was generated slowly, bottom to top. From the first instant she saw everything was exactly as she requested. Ankles cuffed harshly with powerful chains. Each two toed, clawed foot clad in a high heeled shoe that would make climbing to freedom impossible. Her legs were naturally parted as if she were presenting, revealing her quivering. Anxious womanhood. The illusion of the creature on the other side of the hologram so well designed she could smell the pussy her eyes fixed on.\n\nNext, were the beasts. Not to mention the arms which were neatly, inescapably secured to her body by a web like harness of straps custom tailored exactly to her body. Her H sized knockers stacked one pair over the other like a double order of pancakes. Finally, there was the posture collar, ensuring she was helpless to turn her head and look anywhere but where her mistress desired. One by one the terrified, insectoid eyes appeared next to her five pristine. Furless head tails, like a chitinous mirror of an elemental. Even they were snugly bound, not one single measure not taken for the very inventor of bondage. The member of the starwalker harem. Arrest.\n\nFinally around her bled in the image of the prison she’d been kept in. A secluded, advanced dungeon with accomodations fit for a pervy goddess. Anything that could keep her still. There were camera’s to every room so she could be recorded. Not one single factor left out of Cyans control while it was her turn on top. The rarest treat imaginable, she’d been on the list for too long, and it was time for her to get her proper pay.\n\n“Welcome back to Ferox bitch.” Cyanide said with a wink, drawing closer as if a prospector were checking a gold coin to ensure it’s quality. Her hands touched the smooth, yet resilient flesh of her thighs. Building tension within her captive through gentle yet passionate moves. Drifting right unto the womans back. There was practically a warm glow from the tarantula like fur coating her lower, spinnerette equipped abdomen. Well seated she was the real deal. She wound her way across the creatures helpless body.\n\nFinger hooking onto the ring attached to her collar. Cyanide pulled herself up. Body squished between the breasts like a virgin situated between four lust pillows forged by the forces of lust themself. She kissed one of the mandibles locked in place around the massive ball gag. “Out there you might be a goddess, but to me? Right now you’re a toy.” She whispered along the side of her captives head where Arrest could not even turn to look. Possibilities infinite as the stars in the sky, there was a moment of sincere. Physical passion exchanged between the two. A quiet consent in acknowledgment that nothing the mouse could do would go beyond Arrest’s pallet.\n\n“Ok my harem of one, let’s get started. I know I’ve only got a half hour, and I’m burning up like an unstable elemental.” Cyanide practically whined, releasing her finger and shivering for a moment as she was entirely supported by her chest. Oh how she wished this moment could last forever. That she could torment this loving spider at her leisure and curl up here whenever she wanted for a nap. But she’d be damned if she were going to spend the fruits of her three years long efforts snoozing like a child.\n\nFalling with a plop out of her bosom Cyanide sprung up to the controls next to the projector. The moisture accenting the driders slick body ceasing to exist along her fur as she left the five meter parameter. Even the most sophisticated hard light models having their limits. Yet her own body was not without its constraints. Among them being the lack of power needed for some strong foreplay with the goddess. Arrest struggled however she could once the sexy mouse tore herself away. Only one leg managing to buckle by a matter of inches. With one slide of her finger the chain drew out further. Leaving the captive spider utterly immobilized.\n\nSeizing two available joysticks. She pulled them back in a quarter circle before casting them forward with extreme prejudice. A series of wips akin to a cat of nine tails would lash out all at once. Solid steel barbs arking so powerfully even one could flay poor Cyanide to death. But against the goddess. There was simply a smack like a car impacting an elephant. Not to mention the accompanying roar like a little banshee pleading for help. “Rrrraaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~”\n\nCyanide smirked, turning on some sweet rock and roll before extensively proving her superiority. Having worked with joysticks all her life (in one way or another). She effortlessly manipulated them at top speed. Leaning forward and downright drooling while Arrest was assaulted with massive masochistic prejudice. The rigging multiplying her power tenfold. “MRRRRRRRRRRR, RRRRRRRN!” Arrest protested, sweat and her natural moisture being shed in large arks easily extending out of the tiny boundary offered by the projector.\n\nCyanide made sure not to skip any part, particularly if it looked vulnerable. Her tits were given a ridiculous amount of attention. At one point boinging in every possible direction. Her sex, which was by and far most sensitive yet still as impervious as any other part. Drew out an opera of screams. And, rather unexpectedly. Pleasure. With Cyanide having to pull back after a couple minutes to avoid pressing her over the edge into orgasm so quickly. Ultimately, it was the back she wound up targeting.\n\nIt caused just the right jiggle. Far more subtle moans, and wound her target down into a steady ride of abuse. Not to mention it required far more work on her part, paws sweaty after five minutes of jiggling at top speed. She made eye contact with the indomitable captive, who broke character for just a moment to give her a look that her with such a teasing complexion it made Cyanide want to scream. To her amazement, she watched as the titanium barbed whips grew red hot. Steam rising from Arrest’s back as if a testament to her rocking bodies endless hotness. Soon falling completely apart, much like their target.\n\nArrest’s strength drained, but her body still well and truly unblemished. She fell to the ground on her forward knee’s with a whine not unlike that of a baby dragon. Even Cyanide panting at this point. “Harem you’re tough.” The mouse commented. Spellbound at the helpless pain sponge with no equal in all of the galaxy. Thankfully, she had all the time in the world to plan for this day. And her perverted fantasies were far from open.\n\nSliding one bar much further. Arrest was torn off her feet, feeling like a quartet of bulldozers were pulling at each of her ankles. She began to regret writing such a blank check to the sadistic rat, who was more than well equipped to overcome even her tolerance for S&M. Half of her eyes winked shut in a mixture of agony and tortured lust. She tried to shake her head to no avail with her tall collar. “No safe words or referee’s. That was the agreement.” Cyan reminded her with a glint in her eye.\n\nYet surprisingly enough, she was more than merciful when returning to the side of her captive. Fondling her with a deep interest in memorizing every last curve. The scent like a raspberry clad bear entwined with an armored octopus that was also part spider. She took her sweet time, nuzzling and messaging every part of the body that she had just brutalized down to the tips of her toes. Arrest was on edge, yet found it impossible to resist as her guard was lowered and sensation flowed back into her with purpose.\n\nHer tits were handled with the most care of all, the center of the mouses palm gliding over it in a sinisterly soft kiss before her lips found their way to it. Arrest’s eyes went easy,and she stared into the distance. Moaning with as much appreciation as a leshy without even realizing it. Finally done visiting each one, Cyanide was not satisfied. Returning to the controls which caused Arrest’s two hearts to skip a beat. Yet, to her surprise. Cyanide stuck her hand into the projection field, and selected for a natural insect oil to be dispensed into her palm.\n\n“Breath in, and out, nice and easy.” Cyanide instructed, at first annoying the drider. Yet soon earning her obedience. The oily message soothed and relaxed her to no end. Returning the natural moisture that had been lost when somebody had taken a series of wips to her skin more like a chainsaw than a tool of pleasure. The scientist polished everything she’d already touched, showing an appreciation and respect for her body without such even being demanded. She had to put in a great deal of effort for her to even feel it of course, but the rewards were well worth it. Arrest was as receptive and ready for what was to come next as she’d ever be. Watching with bright eyes as Cyanide helped herself to a bottle of water and appreciated her handywork. Barely able to stand with her bodies incessant need to breed! She had to capitalize on it this instant.\n\nArrest’s legs were released. Still clad in shackles yet with chains giving no shortage in their slack. Enabling her to stand up with joints that gave a satisfying pop. If she wanted. She could even move around and change position in any given point on the platform. She stood up much taller. “Hold still, this won’t hurt. I promise.” Cyanide would request. Fiddling with the controls as a new set of toys replaced the old.\n\nA strap on was affixed to Arrest’s hips tightly, and locked into place with absolutely no give. An apparatus like a half chastity belt mounting her full with a pleasant six inch long dildo pressed inside her own sex baring an intensely pleasurable series of barbs. Following it was a far more modest butt plug sized exactly for her rear end. With a five inch knotted cock hanging on as the star on the other end. “Ok, ok. Run subroutine, fuck my brains out.” Cyanide asked the machine, kicking her way out of her latex apparel. Leaving only the stockings on her arms. She assumed the position. Presenting on her back with arms holding her legs to the side.\n\nAs Arrest inched forward, downright eager for a chance to be on top. Before feeling the distinct zap of electricity like a cattle prod inside and out of her body. “Mrrrrow!” She growled. Hopping back to the limits of her chains in a combative pose before the stream of shocks began to become constant. Causing her to tingle and writhe in place, hearts appearing in her eyes alongside pained moans as she was pleasured by the electrodes. “Get your ass over here, and boink me as hard as you can. Or your collar and belt will zap you to a crisp.” Cyanide said with a whine and a snap of her fingers.\n\nIt was all the encouragement Arrest needed, who lunged at her target with the precision of a marksman. “Aiiiiiie!” The mouse chirped, face contorting in satisfaction as she was forced against the ground, Arrest’s shocks instantly stopped. But her humping did not slow. Thrusting with small grunts harder, and harder each time. Testing what her captor could take. Pressing her harder, and harder into the smooth surface of the ground. She instantly longed for her plush floor! Now threatening to break her pelvis, she felt the buzz of a shock once again like a bad pet. Whining, she was forced to let off. Giving Cyanide a chance to breathe. “Good girl, but find the right mix. Quick, and not so hard.”\n\n“Yeah, yeah! Yes, oh fuck yeah you little whore. Stuff me with that dick, you like it don’t you?” Cyanide said minutes later, Arrest having been quickly trained for her duty of pleasure. Her own moans flowing naturally into the rubber plug placed into her mouth while her athletic body guided the instrument directly onto Cyanide’s G spot time and time again. Her own stamina far greater than the mouses, who’d came a while ago and was going for round 2. “Ooooooh~” Cyanide moaned, cupping her own breast in one hand. Finally finding the release she’d been searching for. “Mmmmmmph~” Arrest coo’d in unison, her own juices being collected via the device in between her legs.\n\nCyanide gave herself only a moment's rest. “End the, you know what routine. Good job girl. Be proud. You should get a medal, really did your job right~” She retrieved the slong at the end of Arrest’s strap on. Whistling quietly while handing it to a hanging tool. Where Arrest could see plain as day it had been filled with cum. Her cum. Returning to the controls Cyanide commented. “You know, still wish we could have done this in person. Were you really here I’d keep this for all sorts of tests~ But you know. Beggars can’t be choosers.”\n\nHer legs pulled back to place, re-restrained without hurting her. Arrest was shot with her own spunk in a series of waves like a water gun or a un-manufactured cock. The thick, oily fluid rolled off her chest and seeped into her armbinder. Droplets hung around her face, neck, and coated her gag. A tiny stream flowed down her head tails in decor worthy of any good sex toy. Before, with a flick of the wrist. She threw the now discarded dildo at Arrest’s face with a smack. Sighing with satisfaction, and putting her clothes back on from the pile they’d been discarded into on the floor.\n\n“Haaa, hell of a way to say goodbye huh? Leaving the sexiest spider in the universe covered in her own juice~ I can now say I’ve got no regrets. Well, maybe not getting a mate. But hey, saves me the trouble of a nasty break up. Cause girl, this is gonna be messy.” Cyanide said with a glint of madness in her eyes, the tiny figure turning away from the larger one. The opposite end of the room growing darker the further she traveled from the glowing hologram, she soon became little more than the shadowy shape of a vermin. Her true intentions hidden like a mask. The captive audience stood up, with a shiver in her legs, authority returning (as much as possible with a cantaloupe sized gag in her mouth) to her visage. Even the leshy by the balcony was starting to get uncomfortable.\n\n“Yep, I’m not a fool Arrest. I know your game. You’re the one who wrote the bonds system, and when you couldn't buy me. Cause I wasn't selling, you did the next best thing. A green ball of nothing in the middle of the boonies, guarded every hour of the day. Weather I worked for you or not, that’s not about to change.” Cyanide adjusts the enormous power cables mounted directly into the floor to give greater power to the camera like object mounted in front of the brilliant white suit. Who even in the darkness of the laboratory still seemed to project the same brightness as if recorded on a loop. As she did, the beam of plasma cut off, and the entire rigging targeted itself ninety degrees upward. Out of the tip of it’s projector radiated a sound like a wind powered choir. Each member singing like it was their last day on this earth.\n\nThe sheen of Arrest’s eyes reflected an otherworldly discipline, merely tolerating the mouses inane explanation. Not for lack of choice, but in waiting for her to get to the point. “So, I used all that funding to make my own project instead. And it’s far, far more creative than some suit of armor. The lunar battle chassis you’d commissioned last year? Ha! With all these resources, I had it finished a week after your slow ass engineers managed to de-orbit that dumb moon.”\n\nShe reflected, quite proud of the speed of her achievement given the grueling process of creating her real masterpiece. Every last component requiring new technologies to be built, solutions to problems never seen before. The lunar armor was simple design, rules of reality suspended in three ways, weight, gravity, and size. Easy peesy, she’d spent most of the week carving the moon apart into the right shapes more than perfecting her own technology. Each plate was a hyper condensed moon chunk, making it virtually unbreakable to anything not capable of causing destruction on a planetary scale. Such weapons already being unheard of.\n\n“So I’ll see you later, I’ve got a whole new dimension to explore! Slight chance this could, you know. Collapse our own universe. Consider this my letter of resignation.” She took one last look around the room, a monument to her desire to explore fantasies safely. From afar, no more! She was going to be her own woman, surpassing her mother. Even a god posed no obstacle to her now. Climbing on top of the white suit and sticking her legs within. Carrying a leshy in two arms. There was no hesitation as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the device, the trigger for it to all begin. Some part of her desired to crawl into the armor, in hopes of using it like a bunker to shield her from whatever the Poinsettia wave would bring. Yet her curiosity won out,as she saw it purr to life. She found herself more inspired than any given moment of her life before.\n \n♪“Just where’s the end of our galaxy, our universe, our philosophy”♪\n♪“I don’t know.”♪\n\nThere was a flash of light bright enough to cause permanent blindness in anyone foolish enough to glance directly into it. Cyanide’s long braided hair billowed in the wind like an oncoming storm. And the volume of a explosion of unheard magnitude with none of the ensuing destruction. Before this volume gave way into a much more sophisticated, unnatural, unerring tone. Within a two meter radius of the device, all existence started to convulse. The bonds between molecules giving way, then soon, the electrons. Time itself, would lose its hold on the space. It would not pause, but rather continue forth sporadically, speeding up and slowing down. No longer constant.\n\n♪“If you could touch reality make it happen alreadyi, do whatcha want really, your free not just for show.?”♪\n♪”I don’t know, I don’t knooow.”♪\n♪”Yeah well first I’ll bust out of this place cause girl you can’t keep lieing to my face”♪\n♪”I don’t know where we’re going, hey bud it’s showing!”♪\nThe solid stone in front of the machine turned into a bubbly liquid, then a gas, followed by a radiant, sickeningly slow plasma. Concluded with nothing at all, the device. Easily twice her height. Still lay suspended in the middle, were her hypothesis correct. It would open a one way portal into the world beyond. Where no man or woman could ever hope to find her until she decided to return. Phase one was complete, phase two had begun.\n\n♪”Sure you could say I’m a rat.”♪\n♪”But there’s one thing I know as a fact.”♪\n♪”Boys and girls get lubed up, start the shooow.”♪\n♪”OH FUCK IT’S GUNNA BLOOOOW!”♪\n♪”Now we knooooooooooow!!”♪\nSomething, unexpected was happening. The reaction escaped the boundaries that she had predicted. A wave like a ripple in the pond coursed out through the entire room. The floor turned into Licorish, everything aged by virtually an entire generation. Water damage plugged the walls full of holes large enough for her to crawl out of, yet the arms of the burly guards alone were too thick to enter. She felt old, then young again. PERV’s still maintaining her age despite the rapid progress of time. The projector on the far end of the room blinked, showing a now half baked projection of a freed Arrest. Who quietly spoke three simple words more powerful than a million poinsettia waves. “Activate safeword protocol.”\n\nInstantly on the loudspeakers was the alert. “Security alert in the reality engineering wing. Security, apprehend Physics Specialist Cyanide with extreme prejudice.” That could not be good, reality was fighting back in terribly mundane means. “Wanna play like that! Well I’ll be boring too, skidoosh!” With an expert flail of the controls she caused the chassis to fling itself across the room and kneel down. Completely barring the door. Turning a knob all the way to the end. She cackled with glee as quickly responding security officials found the door blocked with an object as hard to move as a planetary body 1/3rd the size of Ferox itself.\n\n♪”These reedings I’m reading keep proceeding inexorably!”♪\n♪”The fourth wall I can’t take it, gunna break it”♪\n♪”Mathematically I knew and now I feel it today.”♪\n♪”Is my sanity here to stay? I don’t know!”♪\nShe commanded, suddenly. The series of sensations and thoughts as she’d yet to know them ended. The sound of guards carving their way through the reinforced steel alloy wall, Clover. Who had turned blue, and was screaming for help. Even the windy choir. Instead, she was illuminated to a dark reality. “What? I am, what’s going on?” Every word, made clear. “Who is that?” Authored, set in stone with no way to change it. “Ok, giving me the creeps 4D guy. Can I come into your place now? This one’s getting awful… Unsafe.”\n\nThen, the final wave hit her. As the machine powered down, it’s cycle of unicide complete. She saw more. “I did?” It was with a trifling sensation she realized that of all half baked theory’s for the emergence of her world. The last thursday theory had won out. With extreme clarity. She collected all the knowledge there was to be had about the chapter. “Eeeeee! Eeeeeeeee! My brain is going to explode!” She whined, rolling forward out of the chassis she had mounted. Mental confusion translating itself to physical mallody.\n\nShe turned her attention to the Leshy in the corner. Feet squishing against the bundles of candy now lining the floor as she took his gag off, Flinging it carelessly to the other side of the room. “You’re here for your girlfriend right! Oooh I’m sorry Clover, I didn't know you needed help.” Clover looked around, glad to still have his life yet more confused than ever as to the nature of what had happened to the room around him. “Uhh, uhh! It’s fine, nice even..” ‘Take me to her, please! And please let her be alive’ He thought, taking a breath to speak.\n\n“She is alive.” Cyanide butted in the ghost of a plan forming in the back of her now meta infused mind. “Oh yes! How did you know-” “I know everything I need to, look. She is on the silvery bird, it goes higher than any bird you know and will be gone forever soon.” “Ahh! I need to be with her!” “Yes, but you can save her.” She picked him up and with all her modest strength swung the pint sized captive by the shoulders into the side of her desk. Coating it with candied dirt yet releasing his ankles. She’d then proceed to bite directly into the Cuff Carnation on his palms. Three distinct chomps barely missing his fingers and spilling a sticky honey all over her chest and belly.\n\nCyan cackled at her good fortune. “Now, hop on my back and merge with me. We’ll catch a ride with a little bird to go back to it’s nest. And I need your help.” She professed, hoping for the teamup of the century with the one man she could trust. Clover held up his hands, walking backwards while Cyanide approached all the way until he bumped into the balcony door. “Hey now! I’m not very good at that, and it’d be really dangerous. You’ve got friends here right. Maby we should talk first?” He said, insistent in keeping separated from the deranged, excited rat ready to do something crazy before him.\n\n“I am not deranged, and not crazy- Oooh, I guess you were kinda soaking up that entire scene huh?” There were sounds of a welding torch making short work of what would soon be a crude entry way into the laboratory. “Hurry, hurry! We’re out of time, you’ll see it’s legs sticking onto the ground. Crawl up them, and there will be a cave. Inside the bird.” “Inside the bird?” “There’s lotsa stuff in these kind of birds. Keep up. Ok, so it’ll take you back to the nest. And I’m going to be in the bird to. So when we get to the nest, find me. Then, we can find your girl.” Clover’s eyes wandered sheepishly to the side. “I guess, but the bird could eat me. She wouldn't want to be together as food.” He said, distrust apparent. Cyanide growled, lifting him up by the bulb on his back. “Owww! Hey, quit it!”\n\n“Rescue me or so we can all see eachother again!” Cyanide demanded, opening the door to fling him out moments before guards blew open the wall. Well over a dozen women, every guard on the premises surging to take down the rat before she could cause any more damage. “You’ll never take me alive!” She hissed out, knowing full well she would be subdued provocatively and embarrassingly within a moments time. “Fuck you narrator!” She called to the ceiling in a most uncouth fashion convincing no one of her sanity. She launched for the nearest trooper, trying to sink her teeth directly into his groin.\n\nHer front teeth nearly chipped, perhaps super condensed moon armor was overkill. The armor they were wearing was already designed intentionally for lock jaw kobolds. She was shocked along the small of her back by a force so powerful her entire body felt waves of numbness. Before being kicked violently onto her desk. Knocking over the desktop monitor in perhaps a just desert for her poor attitudes to conventional storytelling. She had all the breath knocked out of her in one fell swoop.\n\nNot done fighting she buckled forward but was thrown down. Each of her limbs secured in place by an expert, well coordinated and equipped team. Followed lastly, and most terrifyingly by her eyes being covered. As she drew her mouth open to take breath a cloth was roughly forced over it, doused with goddess knows what type of medicine. Gagging, straining to breath more than anything else before. “Nmmmmmmmooooo!” She pleaded with all the volume of a field mouse. Struggling with all her might. Deeply she was made to inhale from the rag as thick as a blanket and soaked with a chloroform like substance. Was forced over her mouth and nose.\n\n“Mrrr~” She whined, tears welling up in her eyes. “The specialist has been apprehended. Ok girls, put her down for a long ass time. We don’t need any accidents.” All but one percent of the fight had been taken out of Cyanide. Who wished only to tap out and beg for mercy, to be given one full breath. But she did not get it. Lungs pounding in terror, she drew in a helpless amount of the drug. Relaxing. They began the process of restraining her.\n\nFirst, her clothes were torn off. Then, she was given an injection to the back side. A further sedative that left her body utterly useless, as responsive as a doll. Yet mixed with a sadistic aphrodisiac that soon obsessed her every thought over her own personal pleasure. Her thoughts were fuzzy and slow. She was briefly scanned, and a straitjacket containment suit was tailor made by machine hands to bind her with maximum security here and now.\n\nShe was shot for several minutes on end with hot water mixed with soap, completely cleaning and disinfecting every inch of her fur. Before she was rinsed off. Finally, she was inserted into the suit. Her toes were cuffed to a combined, single three inch high heel made as a part of a leg binder with several exposed patches of fur for more injections. All she could think about was how she wanted to be violated. For the fur to be scratched, her sex pounded, mouth spit roasted. Her desires were not validated, even as it became clear her suit was designed for sin. A flap along her backside providing easy access to anyone who wished to breed with the helpless mouse.\n\nA series of straps buckled into place and locked, extra tight mittens that soon made her paws ache and go numb kept her every last finger useless and cuffs within the inside of the straitjacket kept her wrists exactly where they needed to be in self hugging position. Her breasts were exposed, feeling a cool nip in the air while everyone was still able to observe her helpless figure. Cyanide wanted to release a series of quips and vows of revenge She’d hoped to be going on an adventure by now, when it seemed so far away. Finally, there was the gag.\n\nA full face mask issued as part of the suit, her ears were plugged full instantly by invasive ear plugs. Making what was happening even more down to guess work, were she unable to read the mysterious words appearing in her head. The muzzle was placed in with the most difficulty. Two soldiers among the group struggling to open her jaw large enough for it to fit while she was able to give absolutely no resistance. A green filling was generated, made out of bullet proof rubber and tailored to push the limits of her mouth. Every crevice down to her teeth was completely filled, going deeper, and deeper. Even in her almost unconscious state her body nearly gagged. Soon unable to remotely breath. “Vaminos, she’s under a lot of strain already.” The muzzle tightened into place over her mouth, and even in her lust crazed state all Cyanide could do was think about her impending suffocation. When finally, the air began flowing again, at an even rate. Weather she thought about it or not. The respirator would breath for her, and could stop at the whim of another at any moment. A textbook capture. “You’ll never see the light of day again little traitor, take her away.”\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Art Done By: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/bassywolfeh/

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To: Doctor Hemlock.
From: The Ferox Colonial Psychiatric Ward.
By: Your Daughter, Cyanide.

Hi there you old bird, it’s been a long time. You know the rules, doctor says I only get three letters going out until I’m out well. So this’ll be the last one. I really am glad for the letter you sent me back last time. Everyone's hopes really can make a mouse misty eyed right? I couldn't keep it, but I’ve got every word burned into my mind. Above all else you should know that I’m doing just fine. Yeah, I was suppose to be released in two weeks, and it’s been a couple of years. Though I am sorry I couldn't get it together yet, I’m trying. There’s not a lot of ears around to listen to what’s happening to little old me. All the good and bad, so I think I’ll feel way better if I can send this last one out to you. Now that I’ve seen everything in this cushy little box. Here goes.

I’m picking up so many skills you’d never believe. This letter? I’m writing the entire thing using just a pen and my toes~ Occasionally I glance for mistakes out of a gap in my blindfold. Once they read this it’ll be tightened, but I like it that way. Just being able to do this took a lot of favours. We got the right to send messages, but not to write them. I hoped to learn to write good with my tail, but apparently it’s a security risk. (I did wrap it around an interns neck during a um, episode of passion) So now it’s been tied around my hips for as long as I can remember.

My straitjackets really good, it took me months of wyrming around just right to find out that there were 38 locks studded allll over it. Big and small. It’s got a little port on the back of the neck where they run soapy water through to clean me every day. Way to go on the PERV’s again mother, they’ve not fed me for a year. When I’m back home I plan on eating the fridge. Especially your entire Havarti collection. (because I wuv you) Of course I know why they did that. There’s a running theory for the community that food fuels the darkest parts of the soul. But I think I know the real reason why, it’s a lot easier to ‘treat’ a girl like me when she’s weak.

There are upsides and downsides to this of course. On one hand, my figure is perfect. (Even my ol fast metabolisms got nothing on a 15 month fast) I never have to go to the bathroom, or brush my teeth. My body feels very sensitive, and I’m super flexible like you wouldn't believe. It’ll take me a few days to write this letter, when it’s time to sleep they hang me up in the most incredible suspension. My arms can do a reverse prayer going all the way to my collar and my toes can touch the back of my head easy. I thought it was cool when I found out I could do the splits. Last health benefit I suppose is that my fur is amazing. Cuddly as a supermodel.

There are a few downsides. I’m a lot, weaker. They first started me on this about a month after erm, my third breakdown. Where I tore out of the low security straitjacket and molested that fellow inmate? I don’t know if they tell you or anyone about these things. But now I’m a wimp, can’t even run faster than a jog for more than a minute. They’ve also got all these drugs, hundreds of them. No woman could believe the amount of chemicals they’ve pumped into me to make a mouse better.

They’ve done drugs to make me dumb, drugs to make me smart (boy they did not like that one), sedatives, tranquilizers, narcotics, alcohol, viagra (I did not like that last one). And it’s always up and down. Some days my kidneys work just like normal, other times the medicine will be five times stronger than predicted. They think it has something to do with how PERV’s feed the body. And try to make sure they can access enough nutrients for me and hydration. But the mix is never quite right.



The thought of you out there really does keep me going more than anything else. That somebody's out there in my corner, sharing what I feel it at least a little way. I know you care so much, and attitudes the biggest thing. Here everyone's given up on me, said I’ll get better only when I really want to. I’ve doubted myself for a long time, but whenever I think I’m at my limit I think of everything you taught me. What we’ll do together once I can make it back home. And I know I have to keep continuing.

They say my condition has developed a newly developed disorder as well. I’ve got to admit it’s taken much more of my attention than the other since it’s developed. They call it hypersexuality. It’s just what it sounds like. Now everyone's plenty perverted these days, but I think I’ve become very addicted to the pleasures of the flesh. I know all my doctors very well, and got the hang of what it takes for some extra conjugal attention.

It feels different than when I first got in here, like it’s not temporary. Only ever going down for a few hours whenever I can scratch that itch and coming back stronger each time. There’s not a fetish I can say I’m not in love with. Giving me plenty to do during all these boring, lonesome days. Doctors use me, leave me with toys, or even with other patients who need the release. They call me Needynide. And it’s pretty much true. Since I’ve been here such a long time, I’ve made myself useful.

They offer these audio classes on advanced physics subjects, and have let me continue my studies. It’s extra hard without a good teacher like you, but I welcome being able to take it on my own pace. Speaking of which, I am lucky enough to have one friend who’s got nothing to do with this place. His names Clover, a wild Leshy. My doctors are convinced I made him up, but he’s real. Coming down from the little window I’ve got late at night.

Trust me, if he was a figment of my imagination we’d get it on constantly. Such an adorable little scamp! A perfect example of his species, and really curious. He travels around, doing what he wants. Says we’re on some garden planet, but I could have surmised just as much from the humidity when the AC breaks down. He really cares about me, and offered me a way out a few times. But I told him the same thing I tell myself. This rat can’t leave until she’s well again.

He does do such amazing things for me when he visits sometimes, last week. He came in with a phone, and showed me this old episode of Cupcakes. Remember when I was a little girl and we’d watch it together? I had to sleep with you every night for weeks but we still came back for more cause it was that good. I didn't get much sleep that night, but I sure wasn't scared.


I feel like I’m living in a paradox, the reason I’m here. The reason I was ever here, it because I know the truth about the world we live in. I’ll keep it brief, I know how it must sound. But think from my position. It’s all so hard. When I learned about the laws of physics, experimental knowledge about this reality and the next. I connected the dots I can’t unmatch. Our world is not real, and I’ll never, ever prove it in here. At the same time, I need to shake this pesky discovery at any cost. If I can just go back to how things were, I’ll get my life back.

Not that I haven’t tried mind you, they’ve loosened my bonds tons of time recently. Something about my theorems really caught someone's attention, though I first thought somebody had to be stealing my credit. It was something to do between lovemaking sessions. Understand I wrote about everything, any rule of this world top to bottom. Not just the crazy stuff, so I don’t know what part they are interested in. But I do know I got one more visitor.

I thought I’d really lost it when Arrest herself appeared in my room, she was everything her reputation chalked her up to be. Seductive, powerful, and better in bed than I could ever describe.She made me hers in minutes, I don’t know why I said I’d work with her but in that moment I knew there was no other choice. She offered to be my lover, on the simple terms that I make weapons exclusively for her. So I’m going to take a break, step back, and analyze this problem.

I hope I get to see my blue Leshy friend again, because I’m leaving this cell for a while. But more than everything I hope that she can help me turn around, to make me understand what I know has to be true but just can’t accept. There’s something in my head making me believe this is all a fiction. Justified by a few findings all written down in paper. I’m finishing up quickly, so I can get transferred tonight.

There’s one, last thing I got to include before I leave you, the strangest thing happened. I’ve got no idea weather this was some bad tasted goodbye from this dumb facility or something. Else. After Arrest, when I was still recovering. I got this, visitor. She sounded like a girl but I was blind and to weak to check. I’m sharing what she said with you in case I forget, I made notes right after but I can hardly bring any belongings with me to whatever lab I’ll be cooped up in next. So here, letter by letter. Is what she said when she stopped by.

“Look at you, curled up and satisfied. Your dieing in a place you know doesn't matter. Cold, and very alone. What you feel between your legs is just your heart reaching out for what you can’t give it. This is where we all start, and where we all end. Et rfq idp moe mwas bl e isjtcx mij rfht lvnl. Anvlmw, yirh, izdzpvrn. Bvh hxdxz mgfkrip. Aygh kfhp xjhp gur vwep, ui plau uooi. Px's uvirsr acp gvta kbsblbvekwp, W cshy rskdaew as olab nh usb ne rpkmgliu fm eofi. Iu nsn'd fobi evnt nhy mia ah lwohxl htmo coe ice cchf, Z'w ibiw lqlsz lpl.”

And that’s it, I hope you are still doing everything you love mother. Because of you, I’m not losing the prime of my youth. I’ve got as many years as it takes to kick this, and believe me I will move on from this cell one way or another. Because I want my family back, I want to go back and get better at making friends. I want to take my best friend here and get on a ship where he can see things I can barely describe in this tiny box. I know you’re doing good, and let me promise you did everything right when you raised me. Any problem I’m dealing with is just between me and my own head alright? I’m having fun when I can, and still trying to smile. So you do the same thing.

I promise that I can get over this mother, when I sit here and think about it. It's like mercury dripping down my ear into my head. Right now nothing matters more to me than these words. So maybe I need to take a break more than I thought.  Going home would only hurt you all. So I leave you with my best wishes on a good day.

With warm, warm regards. And so much love.

Cyanide




On the garden planet of Ferox there was a saying. Aliens, hunters, and indigenous species all compete for the crown of who may be the most invasive. With a rich, unrecorded history of all manner of failed colonization efforts an half baked attempts in terraformation. A never ending battle was waged between it’s fauna and civilization. On a daily basis the guards of research station Thorn used flame spewing staves to roast off nearly thirteen feet of plant growth extending unto the perimeter wall from the forest floor.  

A secret facility, it would take an exceptionally cunning beast to do what a galaxy wide confederacy of lawmen could not. Finding the place, and infiltrating it. Yet Clover was a beast with a distinct advantage. Amidst a sea of green moss, lichen, and violent tangles of tree growth. He blended in like a zebra in it’s own herd. Poised on the exact spot of the garden wall, he prepared himself to make his entrance. A stealthy encounter like this was routine for him, yet never failed put ice in his veins. He knew from experience the vegetation would be utterly sparse beyond the wall. The only thing he’d know is that he had no clue of what to expect. If he was discovered, there was every possibility he’d be captured like his mate. Or worse.

Yet it was because of this that he had to venture inside. There was no way he’d find the silvery bird that she’d been taken into anywhere else. As he heard the searing click of fire wands sparking up on the perimeter around him He readied himself, the vines sprouted from his back bulb nearly over the edge. Yet waiting for an opportunity. The perfect distraction. The last two days had been wasted seeking other ways in, when he’d been hit with the ‘brilliant’ idea he was now employing. A colony of lockjaw kobolds had been foolishly troubling the station for some time. Hiding in the underbrush, hoping to get their jaws around any guard foolish enough to stick their hand into the tangle of vines over the edge. That’s when he heard it, ears shooting up like a gazelle.

“Taaaaj! Cubbie ji him!” The pint sized lizard shot out of its hiding place unbothered by the flames. Fangs finding their way strait and true into the armor of the black visored guardian. “Damn it Pouches! You said you checked the perimeter! Get your ass over here with the jack, I got another one hanging off me like a christmas tree.” It was time. Tiny vines extending the last eleven inches over the alloy metal boundary he built up speed like a slingshot and hurled himself into the perimeter. Going unnoticed by a matter of seconds as the gruff watchdog turned to check the rustling sound before going back to stamping out the burning, still very alive little lizard hanging off his arm.

The two foot tall Leshy found himself hanging off of a balcony on the second story of the building. Just ducked into the center of the structure for the most security possible. Pulling himself over the bent rim to stand in front of the curved glass dome shaped door that was the entrance. Inside he spotted a mouse like girl short in stature. Curled up on a desk in the middle of a chaotic mess reminiscent of Ferox itself.

On the left side of the room was a messy entertainment system with cords tangled all about the dusty consoles and cartridges like vines sheltering a treasure trove. The holographic monitor drafted by the nearly five meter wide circle that also seemed to have some kind of purpose for amusement. His bare paws touched the concrete below making him spit in protest a goopy splash of chlorophyll against the glass. The gross, mundane taste of the rock being highly unnatural to his delicate sensibilities. Another glance inside revealed a pink, pillow like carpet so plush it could be used as a bedspread. Leaving pink paw prints against the glass he hurriedly flipped the door open to cast himself inside.

Taking a deep breath he allowed himself a purr as he embraced the tasty fibers of the floor. Whatever beast resided within being leshy friendly. The floor tasted like licorice and was soft enough to sleep against right now. Yet his new position revealed even more about the right side of the room. Hung on the walls were various posters detailing various lusty creatures. Pinups of one with various digital sensibilities to games and niche pop culture with a clear love for female domination.

They were large, detailed. A mix of actresses, slaves, and digital women he’d never seen before. The sight of it made the sprout between his legs bloom as if Petal had nuzzled across his crotch herself. There was a muzzled dragon being scrubbed down in an underground compound by a stoic faced human. A cybernetic drake bound with holographic restraints while her brain was examined. Most Leshy like himself would have little to no comprehension of the tech, or colourful pictures strewn around the room. He however, was confident.

He’d spent years from the treetops, examining visitors to his world. Sometimes they would try to settle down, or make camp. Spurring his curiosity, yet stoking the embers of his fear. He may have learned the course, simple language they employed. Yet he’d never gotten close enough to smell the rubber. To lay a paw onto what he could only imagine to be the finest fibers in the world. He remained cautious seeking only to find the woman that he loved. Yet there was something peculiar, one of the posters not like the rest.

There seemed to be a creature on the other side of the bright window. She was taller than him, or even the mouse in the room. With three toed feet, and slightly purple toned skin. She wore an environmental suit, with her eyes glowing just along the veil, slightly tinged with excitement. (She isn't from here, is she kidnapped? Or one of them?) The dry side of his finger rubbed along the length of the glass, his nose but an inch from the glowing viel. She responded as if he’d instantly given her the most vigorous tickleing of her life. “Tehehehehehe! Stooop!” The girl begged.

Instantly, with wide eyes. Clover fell back in a panic. His attention instantly shot to the mouse in the middle of the room. “Ehhhhh, five more minutes.” She groaned to no one in particular. Stirring. His heart pounding, Clover bounded silently across the sweet tasting floor in search of a hiding place. There was so much to consider! It was then he ran into a brightly coloured, incredibly well detailed artifact. There was no metallic clank, in fact he felt his shoulder slam right into a material with an almost rocky texture. He puzzled as to what he was looking at. A network of ornately designed white plates tucked around a incredibly well endowed figure with four legs, arms, and a quad set of teats. There was absolutely no movement despite his full speed impact, as if it weighed more than Ferox itself.

Scrabbling around it, he avoided the thin beam of plasma extending from a camera like interface  placed a meter away from the white outfit. Just as the mouse began to sit up, rubbing her eyes and staring with a grin to the opposite side of the room. It was his hearts desire to fling himself right out that window, back to the wilderness of Ferox, and never return here. Yet just as he began moving towards the door. Something rooted him in place. Something that was seemingly made exactly for him. A ceramic pot filled with soil just under the beams of morning light from the gateway and some kind of… pink apple attached to ribbon lying next to it.

As he saw the round eared figure rising behind him, he knew there was no other option. Being rewarded the instant he did so. Wherever the soil had come from, he wanted to spend the rest of his life in it.Sinking thigh deep into the mix as a chocolatey sensation streamed in from his paws. His belly rumbled and his mouth watered, yet still he felt out of place. Looking around for any chance to blend in, he saw it! Stuffed in the faces of nigh every picture in the room was the same large apple! As he reached for the one waiting next to his vase, something clicked around his ankles. Securing them in place. Hurrying further, his jaws stretched to accommodate the ever so slightly gooey ball. Instantly tasting an entirely new treat, bubblegum. The pre tied ribbon securing it behind his head snugly with a thin veil blinding his vision before he knew what was going on.

Though delighted, Clover was deeply concerned that he could not move his feet in any way. It was in this moment that he made yet another mistake. His fingers brushed up against some type of bulb while reaching for his toes. Instantly causing him to recoil, giving hushed whines while hearing the mouse move around on the other side of the desk. Was she getting closer!? What if he was discovered! So out of place, so out of place! He quelled his panic. Placing his arms behind his back just as many of the females had done. Then, he waited. A tingle going up his spine.

There were an endless number of creatures and plants in his home world that sought to bind and mate with an unwary leshy. As it intentionally moved to cup over his other hand, he recognized exactly what he was dealing with. It was a Cuff Carnation. Both of his hands were coated in a delicious layer of honey as ribbon like roots creeped up his arms nearly to the shoulders. Binding them together. “MRrrrrraw…” He gave a muffled groan, giving his best attempt to struggle out yet his fearful lack of strength being left apparent. Finally, blunder after blunder. He was discovered. “Oh wow, aren’t I a lucky girl?”






Cyanide had it easy, from the brand on her rear end marking her value at 10,000 bonds. Her privilege was apparent. More so, this value did not come from great beauty, unbound fame, or deadly tallents. No, she held a genius that often wraps the minds of psychiatrists and competition alike in a pretzel. The value held within those bonds did far more for her than offer short term wealth, indeed. It’d created interest for herself hired for one of the most leisurely positions a scientist could dream of. If one of the most dangerous.

Her living space was her lab, indeed the little mouse saw no problems mixing home and work. Preferring what was practical and efficient to what was traditional. Drawing much ire from her coworkers which were mostly botanists. Such a leisurely existence eternally left her mind to wander, ill entertained with the pre-packaged ecstasy that was peddled to the masses. Yet that was something for another matter entirely. Waking up at noon, she had one thing on her mind. The last minute adjustments to the latest project she’d been unveiling. She awoke with a start to the sound of giggling, that over sensitive tickle frame she’d gotten really got on her nerves again. Though she had to admit the sound of a captive ladies pleas for mercy was not the most grating sound on her ears.

Crawling slowly over to her latest masterpiece. The darling she’d dubbed Poinsettia. She noticed something out of place. The Leshy pot she’d brought in from the garden was full, and with a male no less. “Aren’t I a lucky girl?” She said with a cheery expression. There was scarcely a boy on the entire station outside of that greenhouse and for some reason or another she’d gotten one delivered to her room. Not a week earlier there’d been a female that defied all explanation in that same pot, sucking the same gag. But Cyanide had only brought her in for fun, mostly to irk the entire facility who was eager to pick her apart before the little monster could be sent back to her boss.

She tried to get the finishing touches done, she really did. But running the last numbers on the mobius strip reaction and initiating the final tests was so pointless and boring. While his green body awaited her like a Satyr caught in a trap. He struggled now and then, never enough to fail to amuse her and reminding her very much of a live fly caught in a web. It was so mean of them not to let her have any slaves on the premises. How could even someone like herself pull off groundbreaking work if not accompanied by a fuck buddy 24/7?

She neglected the tests, slithering up to him like an anaconda. Going so far as to enwine her grey body around his. Fleshy pink hands rubbing at his belly. Awarding her with an instantly satisfying. “Mrrrrrrr~” From her confused captive. She felt like she could pluck him out of the ground to turn into her favorite cuddle toy forever. Every part of his body was just a touch more firm than that of his mates. The slightest traces of muscle accenting his boyish physique. The cute ways he responded to every little touch.

She blew into his ear like a serpent ready to strike, and her potted plant withered back. Whining as helplessly as a puppy, unable and unwilling to risk screaming for help. “You’re a good boy aren’t ya? Just stay still, keep doing that.” She egged on. Suckleing at his ear and eager to test a rather engrossing hypothesis. It was just then, that she recognized a familiar smell. Accompanied by the first time she could remember in proper light. Her eyes widened like red giants, her jaw hit the candied floor.

“Clover! You, yooou-... You found me! Oh my god this is the best day of my life I am soooo~ Glad you’re here. Mmhmm~ And offered up nice and hot too. I don’t care if you’re nervous, I’m not letting my best friend get out of this one. We need to catch up, but first…” She continued her experimentation, now with love on the mind. Not an intense romantic passion that needed to be consummated but a deep friendship open to all sorts of physical affection.

Within minutes, she had him salivating heavily on the thick. Augmented ball secured tightly between his lips. The spittle flowing smoothly as morning dew onto his chest and belly which shined in the sunlight like a virgin rose ready to be picked. “MRRRmmm!” He pleaded as she sunk lower at the rate of a tar pit. Brushing a hand in sinister fashion across every petal of his back. The perfect way to make all the leshy’s scream. How powerful she felt able to hold his every last leaf for ransom. Far more so than fondling the balls of a zoologist that was for sure.

“Soooo cute! You wiggle around like a virgin on the vine. If you cum before I say so, I’m going to pluck all of your little leaves off till I feel better. Then let you go dry for a couple days to ruminate on your crimes. Readysetgo.” She teased. “Mmmmmph!?” Her victim squealed as she went right for his erect manhood like a mouse to the perfect cheese crumb. (Oh yeah, that’s the stuff) She immediately thought, is this what it was like to be drafted into the military? She hadn't realized how long it had been since she’d tasted real boy juice. Even his pre-cum was like licking frosting off ones fingers while preparing a long forgotten cake.

“Mmmn, mmmmrrr~ Mmmm, mmmhm, Mmmm, Ahhh, mmmmm. Mrrrr, mmrrrrrrrrrrr~ Mmmm, mmm, Aaaah, ah, ah ha. Mrrrrm! Mmmmm, mmmm…. Mhmmm! Mmmm, mmmm, grrrrrrrrm, mmmm. Mmmm!” He’d moan in a hypnotic pattern to the gag. Cyanide’s ears were perky and her eyes and body absolutely relaxed. One hand worked it’s way along his hips. Bobbing them as she so desired while the other drug it’s claws carefully around is spectacularly sensitive bulb. Toying with the prehensile vines roughly.

Her lips were relaxed, more than prepared for the task at hand while the mouse on the other end of them could not wait for her drink. She felt like a slime, or a smut vampire. Each moment that he more roghly struggled and awarded her with his song of power seemed to make the next one drag on twice as long. Her muzzle, experience, and his short length made avoiding choking a breeze. Her senses tingled with almost the same ecstasy as his. Sensing his oncoming climax any minute now. She slowed down, tormenting him and readying herself to greedily take in every last drop. With a pinch she held out one of his tiniest, most sensitive petals. “Don’t you dare, till, I say~”

For five minutes she built him up mercilessly, ensuring a fine payload for herself. Withdrawing for one, last engagement. She scratched beneath his chin. “Cum for me my lucky Clover~” She ordered, returning soothingly to his lap where he almost instantly delivered his payload Making it disappear without trace. Her own eyes sparkled, betraying her dominant persona still held in lace thanks to the thin ribbon in front of Clover’s eyes. “Like cream and strawberry juice, I sure like you. If I have it my way and that stuff will be on tap~” She nuzzled along his collar, a sign of reassurance that he had nothing to fear while in her care. Something the Leshy did not need a reminder of. “There there, you still did good. Nothing to worry about with me. Rest up, get some rays, and make me another batch. Ok? You’re safer like this for a few minutes while I do something important, guess it’s your turn to be tied up~” She inquires, tail flicking over a tiny fridge beneath the desk to then pour water over his waiting body. It was an unspeakable sensation, especially for one accustomed to the one hundred degree weather of Ferox. Confused, content, and sparkling more than a dolphin. Clover was settled and Cyanide was happy. Licking her lips to appreciate the taste before moving on to the main event of the day.

Before her guest even had time to dry off, Cyanide strut her way alongside the pile of fun, electric gizmo’s at the far end of the room. Plucking a remote control out of the mess with her tail. Just touching it caused her heart to race. The boy was little more than a warm up (and perhaps a snack), no she was going to celebrate the completion of her most incredible work of science right alongside her boss. The instant she activated the large light projection platform, she immediately felt impatient. With the power routed through the building instead of instantly available to her by an elemental. Extravagant technology like this took too long to charge up.

Sitting on her desk out of boredom, the mouse quickly realized her heat with a flush complection. Why did the world have to be so cruel? Making her wait for the privilege she’d been building up to with this entire operation. Hand resting between her legs, she looked left and right akin to a raccoon looking to steal a abandoned cupcake. “Noooo, bad Cyan.” She snapped at herself, swatting away her sinful paw at the wrist. (Think of how hard you’ve worked to earn that terrified complexion, you can’t lose your way now!) She let her face became like a mask. Ogling the image as it projected itself out of the base of the pad with hungry eyes.

The figure was three times her size, a one of a kind drider. The image was generated slowly, bottom to top. From the first instant she saw everything was exactly as she requested. Ankles cuffed harshly with powerful chains. Each two toed, clawed foot clad in a high heeled shoe that would make climbing to freedom impossible. Her legs were naturally parted as if she were presenting, revealing her quivering. Anxious womanhood. The illusion of the creature on the other side of the hologram so well designed she could smell the pussy her eyes fixed on.

Next, were the beasts. Not to mention the arms which were neatly, inescapably secured to her body by a web like harness of straps custom tailored exactly to her body. Her H sized knockers stacked one pair over the other like a double order of pancakes. Finally, there was the posture collar, ensuring she was helpless to turn her head and look anywhere but where her mistress desired. One by one the terrified, insectoid eyes appeared next to her five pristine. Furless head tails, like a chitinous mirror of an elemental. Even they were snugly bound, not one single measure not taken for the very inventor of bondage. The member of the starwalker harem. Arrest.

Finally around her bled in the image of the prison she’d been kept in. A secluded, advanced dungeon with accomodations fit for a pervy goddess. Anything that could keep her still. There were camera’s to every room so she could be recorded. Not one single factor left out of Cyans control while it was her turn on top. The rarest treat imaginable, she’d been on the list for too long, and it was time for her to get her proper pay.

“Welcome back to Ferox bitch.” Cyanide said with a wink, drawing closer as if a prospector were checking a gold coin to ensure it’s quality. Her hands touched the smooth, yet resilient flesh of her thighs. Building tension within her captive through gentle yet passionate moves. Drifting right unto the womans back. There was practically a warm glow from the tarantula like fur coating her lower, spinnerette equipped abdomen. Well seated she was the real deal. She wound her way across the creatures helpless body.

Finger hooking onto the ring attached to her collar. Cyanide pulled herself up. Body squished between the breasts like a virgin situated between four lust pillows forged by the forces of lust themself. She kissed one of the mandibles locked in place around the massive ball gag. “Out there you might be a goddess, but to me? Right now you’re a toy.” She whispered along the side of her captives head where Arrest could not even turn to look. Possibilities infinite as the stars in the sky, there was a moment of sincere. Physical passion exchanged between the two. A quiet consent in acknowledgment that nothing the mouse could do would go beyond Arrest’s pallet.

“Ok my harem of one, let’s get started. I know I’ve only got a half hour, and I’m burning up like an unstable elemental.” Cyanide practically whined, releasing her finger and shivering for a moment as she was entirely supported by her chest. Oh how she wished this moment could last forever. That she could torment this loving spider at her leisure and curl up here whenever she wanted for a nap. But she’d be damned if she were going to spend the fruits of her three years long efforts snoozing like a child.

Falling with a plop out of her bosom Cyanide sprung up to the controls next to the projector. The moisture accenting the driders slick body ceasing to exist along her fur as she left the five meter parameter. Even the most sophisticated hard light models having their limits. Yet her own body was not without its constraints. Among them being the lack of power needed for some strong foreplay with the goddess. Arrest struggled however she could once the sexy mouse tore herself away. Only one leg managing to buckle by a matter of inches. With one slide of her finger the chain drew out further. Leaving the captive spider utterly immobilized.

Seizing two available joysticks. She pulled them back in a quarter circle before casting them forward with extreme prejudice. A series of wips akin to a cat of nine tails would lash out all at once. Solid steel barbs arking so powerfully even one could flay poor Cyanide to death. But against the goddess. There was simply a smack like a car impacting an elephant. Not to mention the accompanying roar like a little banshee pleading for help. “Rrrraaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~”

Cyanide smirked, turning on some sweet rock and roll before extensively proving her superiority. Having worked with joysticks all her life (in one way or another). She effortlessly manipulated them at top speed. Leaning forward and downright drooling while Arrest was assaulted with massive masochistic prejudice. The rigging multiplying her power tenfold. “MRRRRRRRRRRR, RRRRRRRN!” Arrest protested, sweat and her natural moisture being shed in large arks easily extending out of the tiny boundary offered by the projector.

Cyanide made sure not to skip any part, particularly if it looked vulnerable. Her tits were given a ridiculous amount of attention. At one point boinging in every possible direction. Her sex, which was by and far most sensitive yet still as impervious as any other part. Drew out an opera of screams. And, rather unexpectedly. Pleasure. With Cyanide having to pull back after a couple minutes to avoid pressing her over the edge into orgasm so quickly. Ultimately, it was the back she wound up targeting.

It caused just the right jiggle. Far more subtle moans, and wound her target down into a steady ride of abuse. Not to mention it required far more work on her part, paws sweaty after five minutes of jiggling at top speed. She made eye contact with the indomitable captive, who broke character for just a moment to give her a look that her with such a teasing complexion it made Cyanide want to scream. To her amazement, she watched as the titanium barbed whips grew red hot. Steam rising from Arrest’s back as if a testament to her rocking bodies endless hotness. Soon falling completely apart, much like their target.

Arrest’s strength drained, but her body still well and truly unblemished. She fell to the ground on her forward knee’s with a whine not unlike that of a baby dragon. Even Cyanide panting at this point. “Harem you’re tough.” The mouse commented. Spellbound at the helpless pain sponge with no equal in all of the galaxy. Thankfully, she had all the time in the world to plan for this day. And her perverted fantasies were far from open.

Sliding one bar much further. Arrest was torn off her feet, feeling like a quartet of bulldozers were pulling at each of her ankles. She began to regret writing such a blank check to the sadistic rat, who was more than well equipped to overcome even her tolerance for S&M. Half of her eyes winked shut in a mixture of agony and tortured lust. She tried to shake her head to no avail with her tall collar. “No safe words or referee’s. That was the agreement.” Cyan reminded her with a glint in her eye.

Yet surprisingly enough, she was more than merciful when returning to the side of her captive. Fondling her with a deep interest in memorizing every last curve. The scent like a raspberry clad bear entwined with an armored octopus that was also part spider. She took her sweet time, nuzzling and messaging every part of the body that she had just brutalized down to the tips of her toes. Arrest was on edge, yet found it impossible to resist as her guard was lowered and sensation flowed back into her with purpose.

Her tits were handled with the most care of all, the center of the mouses palm gliding over it in a sinisterly soft kiss before her lips found their way to it. Arrest’s eyes went easy,and she stared into the distance. Moaning with as much appreciation as a leshy without even realizing it. Finally done visiting each one, Cyanide was not satisfied. Returning to the controls which caused Arrest’s two hearts to skip a beat. Yet, to her surprise. Cyanide stuck her hand into the projection field, and selected for a natural insect oil to be dispensed into her palm.

“Breath in, and out, nice and easy.” Cyanide instructed, at first annoying the drider. Yet soon earning her obedience. The oily message soothed and relaxed her to no end. Returning the natural moisture that had been lost when somebody had taken a series of wips to her skin more like a chainsaw than a tool of pleasure. The scientist polished everything she’d already touched, showing an appreciation and respect for her body without such even being demanded. She had to put in a great deal of effort for her to even feel it of course, but the rewards were well worth it. Arrest was as receptive and ready for what was to come next as she’d ever be. Watching with bright eyes as Cyanide helped herself to a bottle of water and appreciated her handywork. Barely able to stand with her bodies incessant need to breed! She had to capitalize on it this instant.

Arrest’s legs were released. Still clad in shackles yet with chains giving no shortage in their slack. Enabling her to stand up with joints that gave a satisfying pop. If she wanted. She could even move around and change position in any given point on the platform. She stood up much taller. “Hold still, this won’t hurt. I promise.” Cyanide would request. Fiddling with the controls as a new set of toys replaced the old.

A strap on was affixed to Arrest’s hips tightly, and locked into place with absolutely no give. An apparatus like a half chastity belt mounting her full with a pleasant six inch long dildo pressed inside her own sex baring an intensely pleasurable series of barbs. Following it was a far more modest butt plug sized exactly for her rear end. With a five inch knotted cock hanging on as the star on the other end. “Ok, ok. Run subroutine, fuck my brains out.” Cyanide asked the machine, kicking her way out of her latex apparel. Leaving only the stockings on her arms. She assumed the position. Presenting on her back with arms holding her legs to the side.

As Arrest inched forward, downright eager for a chance to be on top. Before feeling the distinct zap of electricity like a cattle prod inside and out of her body. “Mrrrrow!” She growled. Hopping back to the limits of her chains in a combative pose before the stream of shocks began to become constant. Causing her to tingle and writhe in place, hearts appearing in her eyes alongside pained moans as she was pleasured by the electrodes. “Get your ass over here, and boink me as hard as you can. Or your collar and belt will zap you to a crisp.” Cyanide said with a whine and a snap of her fingers.

It was all the encouragement Arrest needed, who lunged at her target with the precision of a marksman. “Aiiiiiie!” The mouse chirped, face contorting in satisfaction as she was forced against the ground, Arrest’s shocks instantly stopped. But her humping did not slow. Thrusting with small grunts harder, and harder each time. Testing what her captor could take. Pressing her harder, and harder into the smooth surface of the ground. She instantly longed for her plush floor! Now threatening to break her pelvis, she felt the buzz of a shock once again like a bad pet. Whining, she was forced to let off. Giving Cyanide a chance to breathe. “Good girl, but find the right mix. Quick, and not so hard.”

“Yeah, yeah! Yes, oh fuck yeah you little whore. Stuff me with that dick, you like it don’t you?” Cyanide said minutes later, Arrest having been quickly trained for her duty of pleasure. Her own moans flowing naturally into the rubber plug placed into her mouth while her athletic body guided the instrument directly onto Cyanide’s G spot time and time again. Her own stamina far greater than the mouses, who’d came a while ago and was going for round 2. “Ooooooh~” Cyanide moaned, cupping her own breast in one hand. Finally finding the release she’d been searching for. “Mmmmmmph~” Arrest coo’d in unison, her own juices being collected via the device in between her legs.

Cyanide gave herself only a moment's rest. “End the, you know what routine. Good job girl. Be proud. You should get a medal, really did your job right~” She retrieved the slong at the end of Arrest’s strap on. Whistling quietly while handing it to a hanging tool. Where Arrest could see plain as day it had been filled with cum. Her cum. Returning to the controls Cyanide commented. “You know, still wish we could have done this in person. Were you really here I’d keep this for all sorts of tests~ But you know. Beggars can’t be choosers.”

Her legs pulled back to place, re-restrained without hurting her. Arrest was shot with her own spunk in a series of waves like a water gun or a un-manufactured cock. The thick, oily fluid rolled off her chest and seeped into her armbinder. Droplets hung around her face, neck, and coated her gag. A tiny stream flowed down her head tails in decor worthy of any good sex toy. Before, with a flick of the wrist. She threw the now discarded dildo at Arrest’s face with a smack. Sighing with satisfaction, and putting her clothes back on from the pile they’d been discarded into on the floor.

“Haaa, hell of a way to say goodbye huh? Leaving the sexiest spider in the universe covered in her own juice~ I can now say I’ve got no regrets. Well, maybe not getting a mate. But hey, saves me the trouble of a nasty break up. Cause girl, this is gonna be messy.” Cyanide said with a glint of madness in her eyes, the tiny figure turning away from the larger one. The opposite end of the room growing darker the further she traveled from the glowing hologram, she soon became little more than the shadowy shape of a vermin. Her true intentions hidden like a mask. The captive audience stood up, with a shiver in her legs, authority returning (as much as possible with a cantaloupe sized gag in her mouth) to her visage. Even the leshy by the balcony was starting to get uncomfortable.

“Yep, I’m not a fool Arrest. I know your game. You’re the one who wrote the bonds system, and when you couldn't buy me. Cause I wasn't selling, you did the next best thing. A green ball of nothing in the middle of the boonies, guarded every hour of the day. Weather I worked for you or not, that’s not about to change.” Cyanide adjusts the enormous power cables mounted directly into the floor to give greater power to the camera like object mounted in front of the brilliant white suit. Who even in the darkness of the laboratory still seemed to project the same brightness as if recorded on a loop. As she did, the beam of plasma cut off, and the entire rigging targeted itself ninety degrees upward. Out of the tip of it’s projector radiated a sound like a wind powered choir. Each member singing like it was their last day on this earth.

The sheen of Arrest’s eyes reflected an otherworldly discipline, merely tolerating the mouses inane explanation. Not for lack of choice, but in waiting for her to get to the point. “So, I used all that funding to make my own project instead. And it’s far, far more creative than some suit of armor. The lunar battle chassis you’d commissioned last year? Ha! With all these resources, I had it finished a week after your slow ass engineers managed to de-orbit that dumb moon.”

She reflected, quite proud of the speed of her achievement given the grueling process of creating her real masterpiece. Every last component requiring new technologies to be built, solutions to problems never seen before. The lunar armor was simple design, rules of reality suspended in three ways, weight, gravity, and size. Easy peesy, she’d spent most of the week carving the moon apart into the right shapes more than perfecting her own technology. Each plate was a hyper condensed moon chunk, making it virtually unbreakable to anything not capable of causing destruction on a planetary scale. Such weapons already being unheard of.

“So I’ll see you later, I’ve got a whole new dimension to explore! Slight chance this could, you know. Collapse our own universe. Consider this my letter of resignation.” She took one last look around the room, a monument to her desire to explore fantasies safely. From afar, no more! She was going to be her own woman, surpassing her mother. Even a god posed no obstacle to her now. Climbing on top of the white suit and sticking her legs within. Carrying a leshy in two arms. There was no hesitation as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the device, the trigger for it to all begin. Some part of her desired to crawl into the armor, in hopes of using it like a bunker to shield her from whatever the Poinsettia wave would bring. Yet her curiosity won out,as she saw it purr to life. She found herself more inspired than any given moment of her life before.
 
♪“Just where’s the end of our galaxy, our universe, our philosophy”♪
♪“I don’t know.”♪

There was a flash of light bright enough to cause permanent blindness in anyone foolish enough to glance directly into it. Cyanide’s long braided hair billowed in the wind like an oncoming storm. And the volume of a explosion of unheard magnitude with none of the ensuing destruction. Before this volume gave way into a much more sophisticated, unnatural, unerring tone. Within a two meter radius of the device, all existence started to convulse. The bonds between molecules giving way, then soon, the electrons. Time itself, would lose its hold on the space. It would not pause, but rather continue forth sporadically, speeding up and slowing down. No longer constant.

♪“If you could touch reality make it happen alreadyi, do whatcha want really, your free not just for show.?”♪
♪”I don’t know, I don’t knooow.”♪
♪”Yeah well first I’ll bust out of this place cause girl you can’t keep lieing to my face”♪
♪”I don’t know where we’re going, hey bud it’s showing!”♪
The solid stone in front of the machine turned into a bubbly liquid, then a gas, followed by a radiant, sickeningly slow plasma. Concluded with nothing at all, the device. Easily twice her height. Still lay suspended in the middle, were her hypothesis correct. It would open a one way portal into the world beyond. Where no man or woman could ever hope to find her until she decided to return. Phase one was complete, phase two had begun.

♪”Sure you could say I’m a rat.”♪
♪”But there’s one thing I know as a fact.”♪
♪”Boys and girls get lubed up, start the shooow.”♪
♪”OH FUCK IT’S GUNNA BLOOOOW!”♪
♪”Now we knooooooooooow!!”♪
Something, unexpected was happening. The reaction escaped the boundaries that she had predicted. A wave like a ripple in the pond coursed out through the entire room. The floor turned into Licorish, everything aged by virtually an entire generation. Water damage plugged the walls full of holes large enough for her to crawl out of, yet the arms of the burly guards alone were too thick to enter. She felt old, then young again. PERV’s still maintaining her age despite the rapid progress of time. The projector on the far end of the room blinked, showing a now half baked projection of a freed Arrest. Who quietly spoke three simple words more powerful than a million poinsettia waves. “Activate safeword protocol.”

Instantly on the loudspeakers was the alert. “Security alert in the reality engineering wing. Security, apprehend Physics Specialist Cyanide with extreme prejudice.” That could not be good, reality was fighting back in terribly mundane means. “Wanna play like that! Well I’ll be boring too, skidoosh!” With an expert flail of the controls she caused the chassis to fling itself across the room and kneel down. Completely barring the door. Turning a knob all the way to the end. She cackled with glee as quickly responding security officials found the door blocked with an object as hard to move as a planetary body 1/3rd the size of Ferox itself.

♪”These reedings I’m reading keep proceeding inexorably!”♪
♪”The fourth wall I can’t take it, gunna break it”♪
♪”Mathematically I knew and now I feel it today.”♪
♪”Is my sanity here to stay? I don’t know!”♪
She commanded, suddenly. The series of sensations and thoughts as she’d yet to know them ended. The sound of guards carving their way through the reinforced steel alloy wall, Clover. Who had turned blue, and was screaming for help. Even the windy choir. Instead, she was illuminated to a dark reality. “What? I am, what’s going on?” Every word, made clear. “Who is that?” Authored, set in stone with no way to change it. “Ok, giving me the creeps 4D guy. Can I come into your place now? This one’s getting awful… Unsafe.”

Then, the final wave hit her. As the machine powered down, it’s cycle of unicide complete. She saw more. “I did?” It was with a trifling sensation she realized that of all half baked theory’s for the emergence of her world. The last thursday theory had won out. With extreme clarity. She collected all the knowledge there was to be had about the chapter. “Eeeeee! Eeeeeeeee! My brain is going to explode!” She whined, rolling forward out of the chassis she had mounted. Mental confusion translating itself to physical mallody.

She turned her attention to the Leshy in the corner. Feet squishing against the bundles of candy now lining the floor as she took his gag off, Flinging it carelessly to the other side of the room. “You’re here for your girlfriend right! Oooh I’m sorry Clover, I didn't know you needed help.” Clover looked around, glad to still have his life yet more confused than ever as to the nature of what had happened to the room around him. “Uhh, uhh! It’s fine, nice even..” ‘Take me to her, please! And please let her be alive’ He thought, taking a breath to speak.

“She is alive.” Cyanide butted in the ghost of a plan forming in the back of her now meta infused mind. “Oh yes! How did you know-” “I know everything I need to, look. She is on the silvery bird, it goes higher than any bird you know and will be gone forever soon.” “Ahh! I need to be with her!” “Yes, but you can save her.” She picked him up and with all her modest strength swung the pint sized captive by the shoulders into the side of her desk. Coating it with candied dirt yet releasing his ankles. She’d then proceed to bite directly into the Cuff Carnation on his palms. Three distinct chomps barely missing his fingers and spilling a sticky honey all over her chest and belly.

Cyan cackled at her good fortune. “Now, hop on my back and merge with me. We’ll catch a ride with a little bird to go back to it’s nest. And I need your help.” She professed, hoping for the teamup of the century with the one man she could trust. Clover held up his hands, walking backwards while Cyanide approached all the way until he bumped into the balcony door. “Hey now! I’m not very good at that, and it’d be really dangerous. You’ve got friends here right. Maby we should talk first?” He said, insistent in keeping separated from the deranged, excited rat ready to do something crazy before him.

“I am not deranged, and not crazy- Oooh, I guess you were kinda soaking up that entire scene huh?” There were sounds of a welding torch making short work of what would soon be a crude entry way into the laboratory. “Hurry, hurry! We’re out of time, you’ll see it’s legs sticking onto the ground. Crawl up them, and there will be a cave. Inside the bird.” “Inside the bird?” “There’s lotsa stuff in these kind of birds. Keep up. Ok, so it’ll take you back to the nest. And I’m going to be in the bird to. So when we get to the nest, find me. Then, we can find your girl.” Clover’s eyes wandered sheepishly to the side. “I guess, but the bird could eat me. She wouldn't want to be together as food.” He said, distrust apparent. Cyanide growled, lifting him up by the bulb on his back. “Owww! Hey, quit it!”

“Rescue me or so we can all see eachother again!” Cyanide demanded, opening the door to fling him out moments before guards blew open the wall. Well over a dozen women, every guard on the premises surging to take down the rat before she could cause any more damage. “You’ll never take me alive!” She hissed out, knowing full well she would be subdued provocatively and embarrassingly within a moments time. “Fuck you narrator!” She called to the ceiling in a most uncouth fashion convincing no one of her sanity. She launched for the nearest trooper, trying to sink her teeth directly into his groin.

Her front teeth nearly chipped, perhaps super condensed moon armor was overkill. The armor they were wearing was already designed intentionally for lock jaw kobolds. She was shocked along the small of her back by a force so powerful her entire body felt waves of numbness. Before being kicked violently onto her desk. Knocking over the desktop monitor in perhaps a just desert for her poor attitudes to conventional storytelling. She had all the breath knocked out of her in one fell swoop.

Not done fighting she buckled forward but was thrown down. Each of her limbs secured in place by an expert, well coordinated and equipped team. Followed lastly, and most terrifyingly by her eyes being covered. As she drew her mouth open to take breath a cloth was roughly forced over it, doused with goddess knows what type of medicine. Gagging, straining to breath more than anything else before. “Nmmmmmmmooooo!” She pleaded with all the volume of a field mouse. Struggling with all her might. Deeply she was made to inhale from the rag as thick as a blanket and soaked with a chloroform like substance. Was forced over her mouth and nose.

“Mrrr~” She whined, tears welling up in her eyes. “The specialist has been apprehended. Ok girls, put her down for a long ass time. We don’t need any accidents.” All but one percent of the fight had been taken out of Cyanide. Who wished only to tap out and beg for mercy, to be given one full breath. But she did not get it. Lungs pounding in terror, she drew in a helpless amount of the drug. Relaxing. They began the process of restraining her.

First, her clothes were torn off. Then, she was given an injection to the back side. A further sedative that left her body utterly useless, as responsive as a doll. Yet mixed with a sadistic aphrodisiac that soon obsessed her every thought over her own personal pleasure. Her thoughts were fuzzy and slow. She was briefly scanned, and a straitjacket containment suit was tailor made by machine hands to bind her with maximum security here and now.

She was shot for several minutes on end with hot water mixed with soap, completely cleaning and disinfecting every inch of her fur. Before she was rinsed off. Finally, she was inserted into the suit. Her toes were cuffed to a combined, single three inch high heel made as a part of a leg binder with several exposed patches of fur for more injections. All she could think about was how she wanted to be violated. For the fur to be scratched, her sex pounded, mouth spit roasted. Her desires were not validated, even as it became clear her suit was designed for sin. A flap along her backside providing easy access to anyone who wished to breed with the helpless mouse.

A series of straps buckled into place and locked, extra tight mittens that soon made her paws ache and go numb kept her every last finger useless and cuffs within the inside of the straitjacket kept her wrists exactly where they needed to be in self hugging position. Her breasts were exposed, feeling a cool nip in the air while everyone was still able to observe her helpless figure. Cyanide wanted to release a series of quips and vows of revenge She’d hoped to be going on an adventure by now, when it seemed so far away. Finally, there was the gag.

A full face mask issued as part of the suit, her ears were plugged full instantly by invasive ear plugs. Making what was happening even more down to guess work, were she unable to read the mysterious words appearing in her head. The muzzle was placed in with the most difficulty. Two soldiers among the group struggling to open her jaw large enough for it to fit while she was able to give absolutely no resistance. A green filling was generated, made out of bullet proof rubber and tailored to push the limits of her mouth. Every crevice down to her teeth was completely filled, going deeper, and deeper. Even in her almost unconscious state her body nearly gagged. Soon unable to remotely breath. “Vaminos, she’s under a lot of strain already.” The muzzle tightened into place over her mouth, and even in her lust crazed state all Cyanide could do was think about her impending suffocation. When finally, the air began flowing again, at an even rate. Weather she thought about it or not. The respirator would breath for her, and could stop at the whim of another at any moment. A textbook capture. “You’ll never see the light of day again little traitor, take her away.”

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