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Envy? Love?”\n\n\tChun-Li spat and pulled with all of her might. Her body, honed by decades of training, screamed as it sought to pull away. It refused. Nothing more than a few twitches came despite her best efforts, and the fighter could do little more than glare with hatred at those burning purple irises. “Do you even have to ask, Bison?” She spat. “The way you murdered my village? My Father? Ripping though our homes for your sick ambitions and childish amusement?”\n\n\t“Child.” Bison sighed. “Do you really think any of that matters? Do you think any of ‘them’ matter? I take what I wish, and do what must be done for the sake of my ambitions. That is the way of this world. Countless have fallen under my boot. A fact that they should be grateful for.” The man’s fur furrowed at his eyes as the damnable orbs burned. His hellish power wouldn’t let her look away. Chun-Li could feel it hammering against her head.\n\n\tIt was agony. His condescension sent shivers of disgust though her spine. The way he looked at her set every muscle she had on fire. She could recall the faces of all those lost during that raid. Even if she was young she’d still been old enough to know them and love them. Friends and family washed away. Lives treated like so much chaff by this would be despot.\n\n\tThen she felt a thumb flick over her lips. His thumb. Her eyes went wide at the mockingly tender gesture. It was horrifying. The way he touched her, and the way her body quivered from it.\n\n\t“I do not recall your home, girl. I do find it charming, though. That my utter conquest of your people would instill in you such a strong fascination. Such an all consuming obsession. For a mere schoolgirl crush you have dedicated yourself to it most admirably.” \n\n\tShe was blushing. Something in those words set Chun-Li’s cheeks ablaze. She should be furious. She ‘was’ furious. These thoughts weren’t hers. Not the memories of admiring his visage as he stood in the town square. His strong, chiseled, powerful body had not made her quake from her hiding place in the bushes. Her folders and files of information him were simply tools to track her prey, and nothing more. Her first dreams of womanhood were not of being taken as a trophy of conquest by Lord Bison. \n\n\t“You had to know this was inevitable, dear.” Bison’s voice was deep and rumbled like a soft win though a war-horn. “You’ve seen my dolls, after all. Made one of them your lover as I recall. Taken in another potential one as your ward. Your whole life has lead to this. Knowingly or not, you shaped yourself into an ideal concubine for your Lord. The fallen of your village should be thrilled. Had you not been so dedicated and fought so hard I may have simply discarded you. Very few women ever manage to catch the interest of a living God.”\n\n\tChun-Li’s body screamed in hate and rage. Every muscle twitched with the strain. Her will demanded the blood of the man speaking to her. It rejected the way her cheeks darkened, her heart fluttered, her nethers moistened as the man she despised began to force his will on her very soul.\n\n\t“You are in love with me, girl.” He stated as simply as any fact could be stated. “But it’s fine to continue resisting. You have already lost. You are nothing before me. But the longer you hold out before the end the more I shall enjoy it when you buckle. Your body is simply a pleasant bonus. It is the conquest of your self I wish for most.”\n\n\tChun-li could already feel it happening. Her body was beginning to move. It took every shred of effort she had to keep from shifting her position, from moving into something she knew Lord Bison expected from his Dolls as they began their worship. He was going to win. That certainty screamed into her head. And with it was a foreign, twisted, euphoric rush of bliss.\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“It’s not helping!” Hui screamed. \n\n\t“What’s not?” Becky’s voice echoed in from the adjoining bathroom. The plump badger girl had the door open, but whatever ‘surprise’ she was working on she managed to keep utterly out of sight from Hui. Probably because Hui herself was laying with her feet over the back of the couch and her head hanging where her knees should be. Laptop precariously perched between her legs and her sternum in a way that only worked thanks to hours of practiced reshuffling of her body until the pose was dedicated to muscle memory.\n\n\tThe wah sighed and glanced back over the previous page of text. “You really want the details?” \n\n\t“I probably don’t.” Becky muttered. “But I’m guessing you just produced more porn.”\n\n\t“Everyone in the class writing group said the same thing. ‘just write. It doesn’t matter what. Just get it started. Get it flowing.’ Well I keep doing that and it’s never what I need for the dang class!” \n\n\t“But you ‘are’ writing. Right? I mean that’s kind of the point of this whole exercise, isn’t it?”\n\n\tThe ‘comfort’ only made the reality sting a bit more. Hui sighed and started to tab though her half dozen documents. Each one a story at the very least started. Most of it was fanfic or stories from their D&D games which might as well have been fanfic. For a moment she considered letting her co-best friend take a look at those. After all they lacked sex. They were also a cheesy mess and probably played up her character and Master’s character way too much.\n\n\tShe’d mentioned ‘that’ in the group chat, too. They were all Master in the end. Byakuya to her Toko. Ren to her Futaba. Chrono to her Lucca. Though as fucking adorable as Gretchen was Hui had a hard time picturing her pet pulling off the Marle in that trio. Even here he was filling the role of Bison. Probably a result of how he’d treated Gretchen on stage during her proper Collaring. That part she hadn’t told the group. She sure as fuck wasn’t going to tell Becky.\n\n\t“Do I think about Justin too much?”\n\n\t“Yes!” the badger’s reply sharp as a pin.\n\n\t“Jeeze.” Hui chuckled “Be subtle about it whydon’tcha? I just, I donno. I guess I just wish I could focus on what I need to write. The deadline is coming up and I’m barely anywhere. I mean, I guess I‘m more than ‘barely anywhere‘ but I don‘t have very long. I’m only just up to the part where the butler finally betrays his ‘young lord‘ and is revealed to be behind the fall of his house. I finally just gave up and went with the stock ‘thrown out the window from the top of the royal palace tower‘ cutaway leading in to the next act.”\n\n\t“You say that like that means anything to me.“ Came the exasperated reply from the bathroom. There were a few more clicks and clacks. The sound of things being shuffled on granite countertop and low volume swearing. “You ready?” Becky finally called. \n\n\t“I mean, I kinda have to be.” Hui giggled “I still don’t know what the hell any of this is about!”\n\n\tWhen the badger finally popped her way past the doorframe it took a moment for Hui to process what was different. Something was. Something was ‘very’ different. Her upside-down eyes went from toe to head and back a few times. Then it clicked, and in that moment the poor red panda girl found herself clumsily flailing with her giggle-fit and working to catch her laptop all at the same time.\n\n\t“Oh god!” Hui snorted \n\n\t“What?” Becky winced “is it that bad?” She turned to one side to show off the formerly wild and untamed mane of copper, now wrapped into a tight yet awkward ‘braid’ thanks in no small part to an abundance of elastic hair ties running down its length. One set of hair ties pulled the formerly untamed mop of twists and tangles still remained mostly wild though now free of said maladies. The ‘braid’ leading to the bottom of it was sloppy and poorly done. Another set of ties holding it tight at the base so that only wild tuft ends poked out.\n\n\tIt was impossible to stop laughing. Somehow Hui managed to slither her way to the floor without bonking her head. Unfortunately all that meant was that she now lay on her side looking up at her co-best friend. The characteristic lack of are she’d put into her hair their whole lives all replaced in less than an hour’s work.\n\n\t“What did you do?” Hui finally snorted.\n\n\t“Ok, you don’t have to make me feel that bad about it.” the badger girl grabbed a throw pillow from a nearby chair and hucked it towards her bestie.\n\n\tEventually Hui got herself sitting back up cross-legged with only a mildly doofy expression still plastered on her face. “Look, I’m sorry, ok? I really am.” She sighed. “But I just… were you in there the whole time untangling your hair?”\n\n\t“Y-yeah” Becky’s voice dropped once more “What? You change yours up sometimes.”\n\n\t“I’m me.” An index finger shot up as Hui took on her most studious tone. “I dress up all the time. ‘you’ needed your mom to drag you in and get your hair cut until eight grade. And I’m pretty sure you were clear that you only get it washed and the split ends cut even now. And only because she makes you.”\n\n\tA defeated sigh from the ginger girl as she paced her way to a recliner and let her whole frame collapse into it with a thud. “We don’t have enough throw pillows down here.” she muttered, mostly to herself. “Look, it’s not that big a deal. I just kinda figured maybe I should try changing things up a bit! I’m allowed to do that, right?”\n\n\t“Allowed to, sure. But it’s kinda like Justin deciding he doesn’t need his coat.” Hui had to carefully stop herself from saying Master. Though she could tell Becky noticed, and seemingly appreciated. “I mean it ‘happens’. But not without reason.”\n\n\tThere was a long pause. An awkward silence that only seemed accentuated by the well kept 70s furniture and dusty afghans which consumed half of the large ‘living room’ space of Becky’s basement. The kind of feeling that radiated from visiting a grandparents house. Both girls were strained by it. Both of them shooting each other looks without really stepping up to say anything.\n\n\t“Look.” Becky finally sighed. “It’s not that big a deal. I saw someone with this kind of haircut in a music video and I thought it was kind of cute. Or cool. Something. I just wanted to try it, ok? I’m probably not gonna keep it.”\n\n\tAnd then it clicked, and Hui smiled. “Cute? Ohhh. So this is to impress my brother. Er, sister. Er…”\n\n\t“Xi said you’re fine defaulting to Brother. That way there’s less of a chance you slip up around your folks.”\n\n\t“Well he could have told me that.” Hui huffed. “It’s not like Chen even talks to me unless I start things. But then I guess I don’t make him feel the way you do.”\n\n\tBecky’s cheeks had been a bit pink before. Now they were crimson. “S-shut up.” She stammered “I was just helping Xi out with some AV stuff again. Streaming may not take the same rigging as a full set but it’s still rigging. Not that I’d imagine you wanna hear anything about that.”\n\n\t“You say that like I’m prudish about my ‘brother’.” Hui cooed the words with every heavy implication that came with it. Her grin turned impish while watching Becky wallow in her discomfort. Even if she wasn’t nearly the sadist her Master was, Hui still enjoyed a bit of emotional damage now and then. “Now then, mind if I at least see the video?”\n\n\t“Yeah, sure, fine.” A paw dug into Becky’s pocket and soon she had the video up on her phone. She shoved it in Hui’s face and turned around to avoid looking at her. Or perhaps to avoid being looked at. “Just keep in mind it’s some of your boyfriend’s style of butt-rock. I only watched it because he was sharing it around everywhere.\n\n\tIndeed Hui recognized the video as she clicked. It was still a cute one. Something based off of an indie cartoon series she’d been told. One of those things her Master shared around now and then when the mood hit him. Not her cup of tea, and she hadn’t seen it in a while. But the doofy metal musician guy was quite adorkable.\n\n\tThen came he red head. The one who had apparently slipped Hui’s memory. The big, built, Valkyrie-esque biker. Just like that Hui’s smile faded.\n\n\tThis… could be trouble.\n\n--------------------\n\n\n\n\tIt felt like ages since they’d done this. Esme was tempted to point that out. She didn’t want to mention how Hui was always out doing something. It might come off as resentful. Like how Hui always seemed to be babysitting now, or studying. Or just finding any sort of excuse to not hang out.\n\n\tShe wasn’t resentful, though. It was still nice to be back in Hui’s room like this. The lanky gecko girl lounged on her friend’s bed flicking idly over the script to the last play of her high school career. “I really do appreciate you doing this for me.” She glanced up to the bundle of creativity that was Hui Sang. A blur of dark furred paws racing lines though the mostly finished costume with her sewing machine. Those loud hammering thuds broke up smart speakers echoing some kind of video game music that Esme neither recognized nor really cared about. Though if she were being honest the mix of the two noises was starting to grate on her a bit.\n\n\t“No prob at all” Hui chirped “Nothing is really that pressing right now.”\n\n\t“Didn’t you say you had to finish writing a novel for that AP class?” The gecko grumbled\n\n\tHui looked away sheepishly. “I meant with sewing…” She sighed “I got word count done today. I’ve been trying to make some headway any time Tootie needs a nap. Or when I have to help sit Molly. But that one’s a lot easier. Just feed, or change, or burp, or hold.”\n\n\t“Still seems like you have way too much energy for any of this.” Esme’s nostrils flared with contempt. “Sure wish I could run around all over like that. What exactly are you eating? Ritalin?”\n\n\t“Please don’t say that around mom.” Hui sighed “She’s liable to take it seriously. The only thing worse than having he on me about how I should go to Andrews would be her getting on me about suspected drug use.”\n\n\tEsme rolled he eyes dismissively and waved a hand, letting the wah return to work without another word spoken. Her friend returned to running fabric though a machine, and Esme turned to look around the room once more. There was something fascinating about seeing the controlled mess. There were no posters of boy bands or plushie hammocks. At first glance the room looked nice and painfully neat, folding table and sewing machine aside. But there were the odd figurines on her desk. Anime girls in funco and vinyl form along with mechs from that game Hui only ever played with her boyfriend and her brother. Plastic containers full of cosplay supplies poked out from under the bed, while large rolling totes full of fabric had been hauled up from the basement storage room, along with a few rolls. Or ‘bolts’ as Hui always insisted.\n\n\tThe idea of actually sewing anything was almost horrifying to Esme. She had no idea how the hell people just ‘knew’ to draw out and bond those shapes. To watch Hui do it the whole process felt like assembling Lego with wet noodles, and Esme had already outgrown Lego years ago.\n\n\tThey were pretty, though. Some of them were soft and quilted as could be even without being sewn. Quite a bit of it faux fur that hammered every ‘warming’ instinct Esme had even f there was no person on the other end to keep her warm. Thin see-through ones, velvety ones, the stuff that they made flannel shirts out of and even some with glitter in them. The bored gecko moved her lanky frame along the bed until she reached the material. She reached tentatively out and began to run thumb and forefinger over some of the material. The softness and shreds of ambient warmth from the fur-like stuff. Even the glittery fabric shedding all over her caused her to chuckle. Then she moved on to the next one, and she stopped. The material. The ‘stuff’. It was odd and yet familiar. Kind of stretchy. It looked a touch like leather at first. Leather without any cracks or lines but ‘leather’ all the same. It wasn’t. The stuff was stretchy and rubbery and impossibly smooth. If anything it was almost alien in its appearance and composition.\n\n\t“So uh, Hui? What’s this?” She yanked on the bolt, and others fell down around it. A stupid mistake. One that happened just at the time Hui had turned to see what she was talking about.\n\n\tHer wah friend gasped and darted for it in a manner she imagined the newly minted babysitter would use a lot when one of her charges had crawled near something dangerous. Or, as Esme realized to her own shame, when someone was trying to hide their porno.\n\n\tHui snatched up the fabric for a few moments, then let it collapse back into the corner of her room. The poor girl laughed nervously and looked between the gecko girl and the strange stuff. “That uh, sorry. I got that to experiment with. That’s, ya know. Latex. I kinda can’t work on it right now because I don’t have any glue. But I got it for some projects. You use it for some cosplay and… and stuff.”\n\n\t“Stuff.” Esme slumped back on to the bed, sitting rigid and cross-legged “The kind of ‘stuff’ I imagine. Is there anything you do anymore that isn’t about ‘that’?”\n\n\t“Um, excuse you?” Hui huffed “What was I just doing? I was fixing your costume, and I’ve been working hard on my novel.”\n\n\t“Does your novel have sex?” Esme cocked her eye\n\n\t“No!” The red panda huffed defensively\n\n\t“Did you want it to?” the gecko retorted\n\n\t“… yes” Hui admitted shamefully. “I had to throw out a chapter because Mz. Peterson said the BDSM elements felt a bit forced. And if I want that in a story I should write a kink story. But like, I don’t think that’s good to do for a class novel in high school. You know…”\n\n\t“I know you need help, girl. I’d say you need a hobby but god damn I don’t’ know anyone with more hobbies than you. You still baking for Justin?”\n\n\t“Candymaking. And sometimes. I uh, I keep burning the toffee. I get distracted and it ends up tasting like burned sugar. Mom said I need to stop doing that until Christmas break. She doesn’t want me wasting time cleaning pots when the last semester is coming up.”\n\n\t“My point.” Esme sighed. “Is that you need to get something else to focus on besides your boyfriend and… ‘that’. You need to get a life, girl!” \n\n\tShe said that, and it seemed to shut Hui up. But deep down Esme knew, she needed to take her own advice.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tIt was wrong. The thing was wrong. Esme could do nothing but stare at it. A smooth, blank dome of shiny material standing before her. Something vaguely head-shaped, but only just. More than anything it was a shiny blue-black oval with a pair of matching lenses set into it, just as shiny as the rest though in a different way. Where the mouth should be there was instead a hole with a hose. The hose itself moved ever so slightly every now and then. There were loud noises reminiscent of a respirator on TV. Air flowing in and out. And each time the hose made a noise, the ‘thing’ before her moved as if taking deep breaths in and out.\n\n\tIt was an odd thing to see. In truth it was fascinating in a horrifying way. The thing didn’t move no matter how much Esme watched it. It just stood there looking at her, or at least she assumed looking at her. Those lenses were right there staring back into her eyes. Something about them made it so had for her to look away. It wasn’t clear why. Why she didn’t look away. Why she couldn’t look away. The best she could manage was a small glance down. Just enough to see the rest of the form also wrapped up in the same material. Like one seamless liquidy coating that hugged the ‘thing’s body impossibly tight.\n\n\tShe looked back at the lenses though. At the ‘thing’ before her. It was horrifying and strange. Yet she could feel her heart thudding in her chest the longer she gazed at ‘it’. The helpless not-person staring back at her in the near black silence. The breathing the only thing that indicated it wasn’t some rubber doll cooked up for a bad stage show. \n\n\tIt looked so wrong. Something out of Geiger. Something out of Hellraiser. She should want to look away more than she did. But she didn’t. She didn’t look away, and in truth she didn’t want to. The wrongness of it all was oddly arousing. It was fascinating. It was making her feel so many odd feelings that she didn’t dare try to voice. Not that she was sure she could. There weren’t words for this ‘thing’ before her. The fact that she was even able to admit how the sight made her tingle felt wrong in and of itself. \n\n\tSlowly, and she wasn’t sure when, Esme was made aware of the fact that she wasn’t just fascinated, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away. Just like the ‘thing’ before her Esme stood still. Her breathing deep like the dolls. Her body straining under a growing flood of sensations that some deep, dark, twisted part of her already knew to be arousal. Something was keeping her gazing at the object. Something was keeping her enthralled with the object, and Esme was reluctant to admit it was the same ‘something’ between her legs that was feeling so uncharacteristically excited.\n\n\tThen it was all gone in a flash. Literally. Bright light flooded Esme’s vision. Only when it faded did she realize the whole world was still dulled. Like high end sunglasses taking up her whole field of view. The light faded, and she looked at the figure before her. The familiar frizzy red hair, the grey and black fur, the huffy expression… all wrapped in a tight corset like one so often saw in period plays, only without the dress to go with it. Her body almost bare.\n\n\tBecky reached up to Esme’s mouth. She yanked hard at something, and suddenly a hose came free. Two moments of fresh air suddenly hitting her lungs before it was replaced with some big, thick, heavy cylinder which she just realized made the whole world stuffy.\n\n\tWithout any input from her, Esme felt her body now stepping out of what she now realized was some kind of locker or box. Becky then reached up and put a hand on either of Esme’s cheeks. She rubbed her hands down. Down that slick sleek body. Down her arms. Along her chest, the strange rubbery material feeling thicker there, her chest looking bigger than she knew it was. Looking positively whoreish by her admittedly prudish standards. The badger girls’ paws moved along to her hips, likewise padded out. Esme could feel that the rubbery material was fully sealed between her legs. No way for Becky to really touch her there. Yet the shorter girl’s fingers danced over her pelvis. Teased her. Got so impossibly close that she wanted to cry out in agony. But instead the rubber doll simply stood there at attention. Totally at the other girl’s mercy.\n\n\tFinally, Becky worked around to curl and test out Esme’s tail. It was long enough that it ended up in the doll girl’s field of view. The baggy, ever so slightly striped tail didn’t’ look at all like hers. Hers was in there, naturally. Obviously. She could feel it. But all the rubber around it, and the look. It looked just like…\n\n… A red Panda tail.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tShimmering, dulled LED lights blanketed her face. Esme looked around. She was in her room. Not some box. Not the dark, dull space. Not in some odd rubbery second skin. She looked around to make sure. It was hard to see anything in the near black, but it was ‘her’ room. Her bed. Her pajamas. Everything was, more or less, normal.\n\n\tShe flicked her phone to see what time it was. Instead she was greeted with her last web search. Girls and guys, but mostly girls, wrapped up in outfits of the same rubbery material Hui had among her things. So many of them wore masks that covered most of their faces. Others gas masks that covered the whole things. Even some with outfits that obscured their body shape or species.\n\n\t“This is what I get” Esme sighed as she slumped back into bed “For letting myself get curious.”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Collared Chapter 42: This could be trouble
By TerraMGP

\tThe smell of blood and sweat mingled with ozone. The valiant warrior woman pushed herself up form the cold cement floor amid the puddle of rainwater. The last attack had shattered the building, leaving a caved in roof open to the sky.

\tIt had not shattered her.

\tThough agony and exhaustion she pushed herself up to one knee, Her sharp eyes flicked upwards. They caught sight of the shadowed figure in red now towering over her. A moment of raw hate at his mocking visage. Then, in a flash, his hand gripped her muzzle. His fingers dug into fur and flesh. His cold smile grew and at once their eyes were locked.

\t“I am impressed, Miss Zang.” The booming voice echoed. “Inferior as you are, worthless as you are. You still find the will to rise up once more. I wonder, what could possibly be so important? What could cause you to hound me as you do? What could spark such feelings? Hatred? Envy? Love?”

\tChun-Li spat and pulled with all of her might. Her body, honed by decades of training, screamed as it sought to pull away. It refused. Nothing more than a few twitches came despite her best efforts, and the fighter could do little more than glare with hatred at those burning purple irises. “Do you even have to ask, Bison?” She spat. “The way you murdered my village? My Father? Ripping though our homes for your sick ambitions and childish amusement?”

\t“Child.” Bison sighed. “Do you really think any of that matters? Do you think any of ‘them’ matter? I take what I wish, and do what must be done for the sake of my ambitions. That is the way of this world. Countless have fallen under my boot. A fact that they should be grateful for.” The man’s fur furrowed at his eyes as the damnable orbs burned. His hellish power wouldn’t let her look away. Chun-Li could feel it hammering against her head.

\tIt was agony. His condescension sent shivers of disgust though her spine. The way he looked at her set every muscle she had on fire. She could recall the faces of all those lost during that raid. Even if she was young she’d still been old enough to know them and love them. Friends and family washed away. Lives treated like so much chaff by this would be despot.

\tThen she felt a thumb flick over her lips. His thumb. Her eyes went wide at the mockingly tender gesture. It was horrifying. The way he touched her, and the way her body quivered from it.

\t“I do not recall your home, girl. I do find it charming, though. That my utter conquest of your people would instill in you such a strong fascination. Such an all consuming obsession. For a mere schoolgirl crush you have dedicated yourself to it most admirably.”

\tShe was blushing. Something in those words set Chun-Li’s cheeks ablaze. She should be furious. She ‘was’ furious. These thoughts weren’t hers. Not the memories of admiring his visage as he stood in the town square. His strong, chiseled, powerful body had not made her quake from her hiding place in the bushes. Her folders and files of information him were simply tools to track her prey, and nothing more. Her first dreams of womanhood were not of being taken as a trophy of conquest by Lord Bison.

\t“You had to know this was inevitable, dear.” Bison’s voice was deep and rumbled like a soft win though a war-horn. “You’ve seen my dolls, after all. Made one of them your lover as I recall. Taken in another potential one as your ward. Your whole life has lead to this. Knowingly or not, you shaped yourself into an ideal concubine for your Lord. The fallen of your village should be thrilled. Had you not been so dedicated and fought so hard I may have simply discarded you. Very few women ever manage to catch the interest of a living God.”

\tChun-Li’s body screamed in hate and rage. Every muscle twitched with the strain. Her will demanded the blood of the man speaking to her. It rejected the way her cheeks darkened, her heart fluttered, her nethers moistened as the man she despised began to force his will on her very soul.

\t“You are in love with me, girl.” He stated as simply as any fact could be stated. “But it’s fine to continue resisting. You have already lost. You are nothing before me. But the longer you hold out before the end the more I shall enjoy it when you buckle. Your body is simply a pleasant bonus. It is the conquest of your self I wish for most.”

\tChun-li could already feel it happening. Her body was beginning to move. It took every shred of effort she had to keep from shifting her position, from moving into something she knew Lord Bison expected from his Dolls as they began their worship. He was going to win. That certainty screamed into her head. And with it was a foreign, twisted, euphoric rush of bliss.

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\t“It’s not helping!” Hui screamed.

\t“What’s not?” Becky’s voice echoed in from the adjoining bathroom. The plump badger girl had the door open, but whatever ‘surprise’ she was working on she managed to keep utterly out of sight from Hui. Probably because Hui herself was laying with her feet over the back of the couch and her head hanging where her knees should be. Laptop precariously perched between her legs and her sternum in a way that only worked thanks to hours of practiced reshuffling of her body until the pose was dedicated to muscle memory.

\tThe wah sighed and glanced back over the previous page of text. “You really want the details?”

\t“I probably don’t.” Becky muttered. “But I’m guessing you just produced more porn.”

\t“Everyone in the class writing group said the same thing. ‘just write. It doesn’t matter what. Just get it started. Get it flowing.’ Well I keep doing that and it’s never what I need for the dang class!”

\t“But you ‘are’ writing. Right? I mean that’s kind of the point of this whole exercise, isn’t it?”

\tThe ‘comfort’ only made the reality sting a bit more. Hui sighed and started to tab though her half dozen documents. Each one a story at the very least started. Most of it was fanfic or stories from their D&D games which might as well have been fanfic. For a moment she considered letting her co-best friend take a look at those. After all they lacked sex. They were also a cheesy mess and probably played up her character and Master’s character way too much.

\tShe’d mentioned ‘that’ in the group chat, too. They were all Master in the end. Byakuya to her Toko. Ren to her Futaba. Chrono to her Lucca. Though as fucking adorable as Gretchen was Hui had a hard time picturing her pet pulling off the Marle in that trio. Even here he was filling the role of Bison. Probably a result of how he’d treated Gretchen on stage during her proper Collaring. That part she hadn’t told the group. She sure as fuck wasn’t going to tell Becky.

\t“Do I think about Justin too much?”

\t“Yes!” the badger’s reply sharp as a pin.

\t“Jeeze.” Hui chuckled “Be subtle about it whydon’tcha? I just, I donno. I guess I just wish I could focus on what I need to write. The deadline is coming up and I’m barely anywhere. I mean, I guess I‘m more than ‘barely anywhere‘ but I don‘t have very long. I’m only just up to the part where the butler finally betrays his ‘young lord‘ and is revealed to be behind the fall of his house. I finally just gave up and went with the stock ‘thrown out the window from the top of the royal palace tower‘ cutaway leading in to the next act.”

\t“You say that like that means anything to me.“ Came the exasperated reply from the bathroom. There were a few more clicks and clacks. The sound of things being shuffled on granite countertop and low volume swearing. “You ready?” Becky finally called.

\t“I mean, I kinda have to be.” Hui giggled “I still don’t know what the hell any of this is about!”

\tWhen the badger finally popped her way past the doorframe it took a moment for Hui to process what was different. Something was. Something was ‘very’ different. Her upside-down eyes went from toe to head and back a few times. Then it clicked, and in that moment the poor red panda girl found herself clumsily flailing with her giggle-fit and working to catch her laptop all at the same time.

\t“Oh god!” Hui snorted

\t“What?” Becky winced “is it that bad?” She turned to one side to show off the formerly wild and untamed mane of copper, now wrapped into a tight yet awkward ‘braid’ thanks in no small part to an abundance of elastic hair ties running down its length. One set of hair ties pulled the formerly untamed mop of twists and tangles still remained mostly wild though now free of said maladies. The ‘braid’ leading to the bottom of it was sloppy and poorly done. Another set of ties holding it tight at the base so that only wild tuft ends poked out.

\tIt was impossible to stop laughing. Somehow Hui managed to slither her way to the floor without bonking her head. Unfortunately all that meant was that she now lay on her side looking up at her co-best friend. The characteristic lack of are she’d put into her hair their whole lives all replaced in less than an hour’s work.

\t“What did you do?” Hui finally snorted.

\t“Ok, you don’t have to make me feel that bad about it.” the badger girl grabbed a throw pillow from a nearby chair and hucked it towards her bestie.

\tEventually Hui got herself sitting back up cross-legged with only a mildly doofy expression still plastered on her face. “Look, I’m sorry, ok? I really am.” She sighed. “But I just… were you in there the whole time untangling your hair?”

\t“Y-yeah” Becky’s voice dropped once more “What? You change yours up sometimes.”

\t“I’m me.” An index finger shot up as Hui took on her most studious tone. “I dress up all the time. ‘you’ needed your mom to drag you in and get your hair cut until eight grade. And I’m pretty sure you were clear that you only get it washed and the split ends cut even now. And only because she makes you.”

\tA defeated sigh from the ginger girl as she paced her way to a recliner and let her whole frame collapse into it with a thud. “We don’t have enough throw pillows down here.” she muttered, mostly to herself. “Look, it’s not that big a deal. I just kinda figured maybe I should try changing things up a bit! I’m allowed to do that, right?”

\t“Allowed to, sure. But it’s kinda like Justin deciding he doesn’t need his coat.” Hui had to carefully stop herself from saying Master. Though she could tell Becky noticed, and seemingly appreciated. “I mean it ‘happens’. But not without reason.”

\tThere was a long pause. An awkward silence that only seemed accentuated by the well kept 70s furniture and dusty afghans which consumed half of the large ‘living room’ space of Becky’s basement. The kind of feeling that radiated from visiting a grandparents house. Both girls were strained by it. Both of them shooting each other looks without really stepping up to say anything.

\t“Look.” Becky finally sighed. “It’s not that big a deal. I saw someone with this kind of haircut in a music video and I thought it was kind of cute. Or cool. Something. I just wanted to try it, ok? I’m probably not gonna keep it.”

\tAnd then it clicked, and Hui smiled. “Cute? Ohhh. So this is to impress my brother. Er, sister. Er…”

\t“Xi said you’re fine defaulting to Brother. That way there’s less of a chance you slip up around your folks.”

\t“Well he could have told me that.” Hui huffed. “It’s not like Chen even talks to me unless I start things. But then I guess I don’t make him feel the way you do.”

\tBecky’s cheeks had been a bit pink before. Now they were crimson. “S-shut up.” She stammered “I was just helping Xi out with some AV stuff again. Streaming may not take the same rigging as a full set but it’s still rigging. Not that I’d imagine you wanna hear anything about that.”

\t“You say that like I’m prudish about my ‘brother’.” Hui cooed the words with every heavy implication that came with it. Her grin turned impish while watching Becky wallow in her discomfort. Even if she wasn’t nearly the sadist her Master was, Hui still enjoyed a bit of emotional damage now and then. “Now then, mind if I at least see the video?”

\t“Yeah, sure, fine.” A paw dug into Becky’s pocket and soon she had the video up on her phone. She shoved it in Hui’s face and turned around to avoid looking at her. Or perhaps to avoid being looked at. “Just keep in mind it’s some of your boyfriend’s style of butt-rock. I only watched it because he was sharing it around everywhere.

\tIndeed Hui recognized the video as she clicked. It was still a cute one. Something based off of an indie cartoon series she’d been told. One of those things her Master shared around now and then when the mood hit him. Not her cup of tea, and she hadn’t seen it in a while. But the doofy metal musician guy was quite adorkable.

\tThen came he red head. The one who had apparently slipped Hui’s memory. The big, built, Valkyrie-esque biker. Just like that Hui’s smile faded.

\tThis… could be trouble.

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\tIt felt like ages since they’d done this. Esme was tempted to point that out. She didn’t want to mention how Hui was always out doing something. It might come off as resentful. Like how Hui always seemed to be babysitting now, or studying. Or just finding any sort of excuse to not hang out.

\tShe wasn’t resentful, though. It was still nice to be back in Hui’s room like this. The lanky gecko girl lounged on her friend’s bed flicking idly over the script to the last play of her high school career. “I really do appreciate you doing this for me.” She glanced up to the bundle of creativity that was Hui Sang. A blur of dark furred paws racing lines though the mostly finished costume with her sewing machine. Those loud hammering thuds broke up smart speakers echoing some kind of video game music that Esme neither recognized nor really cared about. Though if she were being honest the mix of the two noises was starting to grate on her a bit.

\t“No prob at all” Hui chirped “Nothing is really that pressing right now.”

\t“Didn’t you say you had to finish writing a novel for that AP class?” The gecko grumbled

\tHui looked away sheepishly. “I meant with sewing…” She sighed “I got word count done today. I’ve been trying to make some headway any time Tootie needs a nap. Or when I have to help sit Molly. But that one’s a lot easier. Just feed, or change, or burp, or hold.”

\t“Still seems like you have way too much energy for any of this.” Esme’s nostrils flared with contempt. “Sure wish I could run around all over like that. What exactly are you eating? Ritalin?”

\t“Please don’t say that around mom.” Hui sighed “She’s liable to take it seriously. The only thing worse than having he on me about how I should go to Andrews would be her getting on me about suspected drug use.”

\tEsme rolled he eyes dismissively and waved a hand, letting the wah return to work without another word spoken. Her friend returned to running fabric though a machine, and Esme turned to look around the room once more. There was something fascinating about seeing the controlled mess. There were no posters of boy bands or plushie hammocks. At first glance the room looked nice and painfully neat, folding table and sewing machine aside. But there were the odd figurines on her desk. Anime girls in funco and vinyl form along with mechs from that game Hui only ever played with her boyfriend and her brother. Plastic containers full of cosplay supplies poked out from under the bed, while large rolling totes full of fabric had been hauled up from the basement storage room, along with a few rolls. Or ‘bolts’ as Hui always insisted.

\tThe idea of actually sewing anything was almost horrifying to Esme. She had no idea how the hell people just ‘knew’ to draw out and bond those shapes. To watch Hui do it the whole process felt like assembling Lego with wet noodles, and Esme had already outgrown Lego years ago.

\tThey were pretty, though. Some of them were soft and quilted as could be even without being sewn. Quite a bit of it faux fur that hammered every ‘warming’ instinct Esme had even f there was no person on the other end to keep her warm. Thin see-through ones, velvety ones, the stuff that they made flannel shirts out of and even some with glitter in them. The bored gecko moved her lanky frame along the bed until she reached the material. She reached tentatively out and began to run thumb and forefinger over some of the material. The softness and shreds of ambient warmth from the fur-like stuff. Even the glittery fabric shedding all over her caused her to chuckle. Then she moved on to the next one, and she stopped. The material. The ‘stuff’. It was odd and yet familiar. Kind of stretchy. It looked a touch like leather at first. Leather without any cracks or lines but ‘leather’ all the same. It wasn’t. The stuff was stretchy and rubbery and impossibly smooth. If anything it was almost alien in its appearance and composition.

\t“So uh, Hui? What’s this?” She yanked on the bolt, and others fell down around it. A stupid mistake. One that happened just at the time Hui had turned to see what she was talking about.

\tHer wah friend gasped and darted for it in a manner she imagined the newly minted babysitter would use a lot when one of her charges had crawled near something dangerous. Or, as Esme realized to her own shame, when someone was trying to hide their porno.

\tHui snatched up the fabric for a few moments, then let it collapse back into the corner of her room. The poor girl laughed nervously and looked between the gecko girl and the strange stuff. “That uh, sorry. I got that to experiment with. That’s, ya know. Latex. I kinda can’t work on it right now because I don’t have any glue. But I got it for some projects. You use it for some cosplay and… and stuff.”

\t“Stuff.” Esme slumped back on to the bed, sitting rigid and cross-legged “The kind of ‘stuff’ I imagine. Is there anything you do anymore that isn’t about ‘that’?”

\t“Um, excuse you?” Hui huffed “What was I just doing? I was fixing your costume, and I’ve been working hard on my novel.”

\t“Does your novel have sex?” Esme cocked her eye

\t“No!” The red panda huffed defensively

\t“Did you want it to?” the gecko retorted

\t“… yes” Hui admitted shamefully. “I had to throw out a chapter because Mz. Peterson said the BDSM elements felt a bit forced. And if I want that in a story I should write a kink story. But like, I don’t think that’s good to do for a class novel in high school. You know…”

\t“I know you need help, girl. I’d say you need a hobby but god damn I don’t’ know anyone with more hobbies than you. You still baking for Justin?”

\t“Candymaking. And sometimes. I uh, I keep burning the toffee. I get distracted and it ends up tasting like burned sugar. Mom said I need to stop doing that until Christmas break. She doesn’t want me wasting time cleaning pots when the last semester is coming up.”

\t“My point.” Esme sighed. “Is that you need to get something else to focus on besides your boyfriend and… ‘that’. You need to get a life, girl!”

\tShe said that, and it seemed to shut Hui up. But deep down Esme knew, she needed to take her own advice.

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\tIt was wrong. The thing was wrong. Esme could do nothing but stare at it. A smooth, blank dome of shiny material standing before her. Something vaguely head-shaped, but only just. More than anything it was a shiny blue-black oval with a pair of matching lenses set into it, just as shiny as the rest though in a different way. Where the mouth should be there was instead a hole with a hose. The hose itself moved ever so slightly every now and then. There were loud noises reminiscent of a respirator on TV. Air flowing in and out. And each time the hose made a noise, the ‘thing’ before her moved as if taking deep breaths in and out.

\tIt was an odd thing to see. In truth it was fascinating in a horrifying way. The thing didn’t move no matter how much Esme watched it. It just stood there looking at her, or at least she assumed looking at her. Those lenses were right there staring back into her eyes. Something about them made it so had for her to look away. It wasn’t clear why. Why she didn’t look away. Why she couldn’t look away. The best she could manage was a small glance down. Just enough to see the rest of the form also wrapped up in the same material. Like one seamless liquidy coating that hugged the ‘thing’s body impossibly tight.

\tShe looked back at the lenses though. At the ‘thing’ before her. It was horrifying and strange. Yet she could feel her heart thudding in her chest the longer she gazed at ‘it’. The helpless not-person staring back at her in the near black silence. The breathing the only thing that indicated it wasn’t some rubber doll cooked up for a bad stage show.

\tIt looked so wrong. Something out of Geiger. Something out of Hellraiser. She should want to look away more than she did. But she didn’t. She didn’t look away, and in truth she didn’t want to. The wrongness of it all was oddly arousing. It was fascinating. It was making her feel so many odd feelings that she didn’t dare try to voice. Not that she was sure she could. There weren’t words for this ‘thing’ before her. The fact that she was even able to admit how the sight made her tingle felt wrong in and of itself.

\tSlowly, and she wasn’t sure when, Esme was made aware of the fact that she wasn’t just fascinated, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away. Just like the ‘thing’ before her Esme stood still. Her breathing deep like the dolls. Her body straining under a growing flood of sensations that some deep, dark, twisted part of her already knew to be arousal. Something was keeping her gazing at the object. Something was keeping her enthralled with the object, and Esme was reluctant to admit it was the same ‘something’ between her legs that was feeling so uncharacteristically excited.

\tThen it was all gone in a flash. Literally. Bright light flooded Esme’s vision. Only when it faded did she realize the whole world was still dulled. Like high end sunglasses taking up her whole field of view. The light faded, and she looked at the figure before her. The familiar frizzy red hair, the grey and black fur, the huffy expression… all wrapped in a tight corset like one so often saw in period plays, only without the dress to go with it. Her body almost bare.

\tBecky reached up to Esme’s mouth. She yanked hard at something, and suddenly a hose came free. Two moments of fresh air suddenly hitting her lungs before it was replaced with some big, thick, heavy cylinder which she just realized made the whole world stuffy.

\tWithout any input from her, Esme felt her body now stepping out of what she now realized was some kind of locker or box. Becky then reached up and put a hand on either of Esme’s cheeks. She rubbed her hands down. Down that slick sleek body. Down her arms. Along her chest, the strange rubbery material feeling thicker there, her chest looking bigger than she knew it was. Looking positively whoreish by her admittedly prudish standards. The badger girls’ paws moved along to her hips, likewise padded out. Esme could feel that the rubbery material was fully sealed between her legs. No way for Becky to really touch her there. Yet the shorter girl’s fingers danced over her pelvis. Teased her. Got so impossibly close that she wanted to cry out in agony. But instead the rubber doll simply stood there at attention. Totally at the other girl’s mercy.

\tFinally, Becky worked around to curl and test out Esme’s tail. It was long enough that it ended up in the doll girl’s field of view. The baggy, ever so slightly striped tail didn’t’ look at all like hers. Hers was in there, naturally. Obviously. She could feel it. But all the rubber around it, and the look. It looked just like…

… A red Panda tail.

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\tShimmering, dulled LED lights blanketed her face. Esme looked around. She was in her room. Not some box. Not the dark, dull space. Not in some odd rubbery second skin. She looked around to make sure. It was hard to see anything in the near black, but it was ‘her’ room. Her bed. Her pajamas. Everything was, more or less, normal.

\tShe flicked her phone to see what time it was. Instead she was greeted with her last web search. Girls and guys, but mostly girls, wrapped up in outfits of the same rubbery material Hui had among her things. So many of them wore masks that covered most of their faces. Others gas masks that covered the whole things. Even some with outfits that obscured their body shape or species.

\t“This is what I get” Esme sighed as she slumped back into bed “For letting myself get curious.”

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