Toasting your PopTart! (Filling free edition)
“W… wait, which one won?  Toast the PopTart?!” Framboise asked as she squirmed in her chair on stream as her pink haired Viera  girlfriend beamed maliciously.  Sometimes the tubby Nu Mou tween thought those Viera ears must really be devil horns with their red coloration.  Ichigo’s devilish little grin of bunny teeth peeking past pink lips just added to the evil glee on her younger friend’s expression.


“Oh, looks like we had a last minute upset to toast our lovely little Raspberry PopTart for all you lovely viewers!  I’m sure her head will look oh so pretty and smooth when it’s shaved clean for the electric chair.” Ichigo teased, amused as her Nu Mou lover’s tail thumping the floor was loud enough for the audience to tease in response.


“Nnnng, you know how long it takes to style my mane to get that frosting look, and you’re just gonna so casually shave it all off for the camera.” Framboise exaggerated pouting, as she tried to control that heavy tail of hers.  Trying to not lose her cool, as she’ll have plenty of time for that frying for the camera.


Ichigo just winked again and gave that smooth styled hairdo a little pet, “Just up here honey, and then we can finally have the answer to the question everyone has wanted to know.  Does this frosting melt in the toaster?”


“Hh, hey! I’m sure you’re all gonna joke about frosting me with conductive gel too.”


“That’s true, we also need to ensure we add plenty of filling in our loving pastry for all to watch!”


*thump!* The Nu Mou adjusted her shorts with a little gulp at that suggestion, she was rather infamous for her love of filing her bottom. “But uh, when will this show be,” she asked, thinking that she at least will have some time to prep.


“Oh, I’ve been reserving you a slot for the electric chair since the show started,” Ichigo got to use her well practiced grin, somehow innocent and malicious at once as she brought up the appointment on screen.  Framboise blinked in surprise as she bit her lap, so much for prep time.  


“Guess we’re taking this show on the road,” the Nu Mou added as she adjusted her shirt nervously while Ichigo hinted at her schemes and plans in motion.  Bag already packed with the small auxiliary cameras and microphones, all freshly charged.


The two started their walk, using their phones to continue their banter and record the two.  Unless one recognized the ‘rasberry and crossed bones’ show logo on the Nu Mou’s shirt or noticed the camera headpiece on the Viera, they’re just another couple kids just out for a stroll chatting with friends.  Although the conversation certainly had a darker and much lewder tone, and the smaller Viera led her older friend by a pink leash with a strawberry clasp.
“Of course, you’ll gotta get that cute bottom cleaned out, but we all know how much you like that,” the Viera teased as she led the way.  


“Hh, hey! Although um, we should probably leave that one as a separate download,”  Framboise mused a little as she unconsciously gave her bottom a wiggle.


Ichigo chimed in, “That’s right, we’ll spare you all the messy details in the mainstream, but for those who want, well, we got a special link for you.  I know a certain pastry is looking forward to showing you  her dirty filling”


“Heh heh, well, um, hey, look, you would think someplace for executions would be a little more, uh, foreboding or something, always feels like some sort of parody of DMV or something.” Framboise mumbled as she looked over the simple, sprawling building.  The windowless, concrete building sprawled about a hidden plaza, with simple marked doors for the entrance.  Of course, given the ephemerality of death these days it was no surprise death had lost some of it’s awesome horror and gravitas.


The doorway opened to a simple, spartan waiting room.  Given the sometimes embarrassing nature of reasons to come here, the actual clerks were in small private rooms.  There were instructions and kiosks to file a request for euthanasia with all the sundry details on flyers that managed to some how make getting killed seem boring.  They did prefer you had some reason to need to be killed, but well, entertainment was certainly a fine choice.


“Wonder if the clerk will be annoyed by our grinning little request pic, or be a fan of ours?” Ichigo mused as she walked to the requested door and awaited the notice to enter.  Aside from the colorful logo t-shirt and sundress, the two would look like any other kids trying to be a little too stylish.  Simple clothes and little else on a warm summer day, though the two certainly skew much younger than the usuals here.


The door opened, and Ichigo couldn’t help but grin as Framboise’s cheeks started to blush that rosy raspberry coloration.  A bored looking white and black folf peered up curious at the two.  “I was thinking I was going to be pranked here a moment until I saw you two at the door.”


The tiny Viera tugged her lover’s leash a little more, and grinned in response to the bigger girl’s vibrant BLUSH from that. “Oh no, we’re here to film a little show, non permanent of course.”


The folf looked over their request with amusement blatant on his grin, “well, let me just check a few things.”  A moment later a few snippets of cheerful music caused some giggles from the two as they heard their usual intro. A few more checks of their requested paperwork and the clerk can’t help but snicker.  “Well then, looks like one of you is about to be a shining star.  For a couple minutes at least, have, uh, fun?”


He passed the keycard over to the eager Viera and couldn’t help but be amused “There’ll be an attendant, but only as an observer since you have completed your training for that device.  I wouldn't be surprised if you have the record for the youngest.  You'll get an hour with the attendant, but no one is scheduled right now so you can get ready in the prep room waiting for that time to start."


“Well then, thank you so much, have a good day.  I’ll see you later,” Ichigo gave a little wink suggesting the nu mou on the other hand, will just be a box wheeled out for resurrection.  A little thumpthumpthump of Nu Mou tail had the folf peek over to figure out what was making the noise.


“Right this way, my scrumptious little croissant,” the little pink bunny grinning as she gave that leash a tug and skipped in front.  A little gulp and wave goodbye given by the awkward waddling Mu Mou to the clerk in her lover's eager wake.  The two quickly disappearing to a few giggles from the clerk, it was sure to be his strangest little tale for the day.


The two ended up in a simple hallway, ordered by number and letter.  Occasional quiet sounds could just be heard, a moan or scream of bliss and pain haunting the halls in their quietness.  The soundproofing was enough to keep most sounds from bleeding into other rooms.  After all,  they were not the only ones recording shows.  A few doors even had notices for longer term rentals for groups or larger scale recording sessions, with large rooms able to be dressed up as sets.


Their room on the other hand, was way up in the back corner of the third floor.  The door opened up to a small gym-like room, with a small shower and a couple toilets of various sizes and styles around the corner.  Signage cheerfully asked to ensure one rinses down any mess they make, that anything left in the room will go to lost and found for one month.   Be sure to keep your belongings secure.  And the ever ominous threat that rooms will be inspected after reservations.


“Welp, you know what time it is chat.  Let's get our cute little strudel out of these clothes.” Ichigo hummed as she set up a little speaker for a cheesy bass porno bass-line soundtrack.  The little pink and red bunny-elf reached to help unclasp the Nu Mou’s collar next, stealing a kiss before she returned to her bag.  Pulling several small cameras to set up in the plain room to record her friend baring herself.


The purple girl lifted her shirt up first, showing her small budded breasts covered in a simple but colorful pokeball patterned bra, eliciting a little titter from her lover.  Framboise stuck her tongue out back, “I thought I’d have a day or so to dress up for this ya know.”


"You of all people should know you need to be ready for anything when you're on our show, you never know when we're gonna get you punching out that ticket."


She turned to show off that huge mane of smooth, silken fluff, carefully greased and brushed to look like chocolate frosting running from head to tail as she peeked back, "Hmmph, I suspect sometime you're just gonna blow my brains out life on camera… wait, that's just going to give you ideas."  


"Oooh, I like the way you think, perhaps we'll have to have a surprise day vote one of these shows, let's see what chat thinks when we get you back on this mortal coil."


Framboise mock sighed and rolled her eyes as she continued unbuttoning her shorts with a swish of that kangaroo like tail for the camera. Pulling them down to show off her simple white boy briefs beneath.  Cupping her wide bottom and heavy lap as the tween bit her lip, “Still feels a little strange getting naked for what, a couple hundred today?”


Ichigo gave her best (worst) noble laugh “try a thousand my delectable little donut!  After all, we have had the voting up all week.”  


“But it’s barely been an hour since voting ended, how would we get so many so quickly.”


“Well, I took a devious little gamble, and snuck out some ads to the electrocution groups too, with this time.  After all, I do have my electrocution license now.”


“Oh, OH!  Hey wait, that also means…. “ there was a little harrumph of irritation from the Nu Mou as she scooted underwear down her big tail.  Tail curling up in practiced motions to show the subtle tease of hair starting to grow on her plump, brown skinned mons.  Thick petals and poking out labia a deep brown like her mane, nearly black as she continued her thought, "So that's how you got all those fetish votes in for this last minute ‘upset’ now.”


“Well, that and sneaking some stealth advertising that we’d get to shave that pretty frosting off your head.”


Framboise gave her girlfriend the best ‘evil stare’ she could muster, though this was weakened by her fumbling behind her for her bra clasp.  It was hard to stare daggers when your fat fingers are trying to get a tiny clasp “gah, how small do they have to make these things.”


“Let me help you with that.”  The lanky Viera skipping  around to reach out and help guide her girlfriend’s fingers.


“Oh sure, now you want me to fraternize with the enemy, I see how this works." 


“You’ll come back with all that cute hair once more you know.”  


“Yeah, but then I’ll have to style it all once again.  You know how long that takes,” Framboise gave the best pained sigh she could muster. 


“... Don’t you do that everyday anyways to get that ridiculous frosting look?”


“It’s the principle of the thing, you know.”  Framboise said as she bared her small breasts, perky small with her fat brown nipples.  Still, at least she could push out that A cup to tease to her girlfriend’s flat chest.  More embarrassed to take off her strawberry necklace to give to her girlfriend for safekeeping.  A cheeky little sign for friends is that when one of them wears both necklaces the other is having a little dirt nap.


“Now give our watchers a little twirl, as it’s time for the part that not all of you may want to see.  So we’ll be setting this to a restricted view, you know what’s up.  Gotta clean up to make room for what I’m sure will be the most ridiculous sized metal rod Framboise can cram up her butt.”  The viera grinned and winked to the camera too, giving the nervous looking Nu Mou a smooch before setting the warning screen up.  A closed bathroom door with little strawberry decorated hearts and raspberry styled exclamation marks coming out from the door.  Both bouncing a little, as if in heated discussion.


For the next few minutes they played cheerful jazz music, keeping up that slightly animated logo.  Cheeky suggestions of things to do like clean your room, fold your laundry or do the dishes were displayed on screen during that waiting period.  With a notice once Ichigo knew they were soon to be back on after several long minutes.


The sounds were switched back on once they finished cleaning up.  Making sure it was nice and clean and safe for their viewers.  They even got a little animation to segue back to the main show.  The door opened to have a cartoon version of the nu mou fanning herself in arousal as the Viera grumpily looked on before they got back to the show.


Framboise was spraying her bottom as well before she giggled and stretched, “oof, still always so kinda, squirmy feeling after.  Mmm, guess I get a little rinse off too in the shower?  Sorry frosting, gotta betray you for our loving audience.  You can all pay respects to my ‘do as I get cleaned up here.”  


Ichigo got some shampoo on her hands too, and immediately went to fondle the Nu Mou’s breasts before she had gotten fully wet, “Now, I have to make you even sadder, we gotta get all these charms off you now.  No errant metal while you are riding Mr. Sparky now.”


“Boy, first you’re going to shave me, now you’re taking off all my piercings and jewelry.  What’s a Nu Mou without their chimes and bells now?”


“A dead girl walking?”


Framboise made a little harrumph! But couldn’t help but giggle.  It was kinda weird knowing, well, by the hour’s end you’d be a corpse.  Heck, not even an hour really, it wasn’t going to take long at all once she was strapped in and… Even after establishing self as a minor fandom in snuff streaming, that thought made her shiver in fearful arousal.  Well, the fear of death does still run strong in one’s brain, even when it’s not final.


Those fondly little girl hands squeezing her tiny breasts and working over her belly certainly were working their magic in upping the arousal half of those thoughts.  Especially when a big incisor was nipping sensitive lop ear bases. The older girl groaned as her little girlfriend got quite fondly, all to get her ‘clean’ and prep her hair for shaving.  Gotta feel your best for facing death too, and nothing beats a shower before getting executed.


Despite a Viera's wandering hands all over her body, it was nice to get her huge ears groomed with careful care.  A panting shiver now, she can’t hide her aching lust now for what’s awaiting her.  Even if it means destroying her pretty little ‘do for the week.  Extra squirmy as those thick bunny fingers worked on unclasping her rasberry jewel charms from her ears.  Another omen that she was bound for a casket before her girlfriend will even have her lunch.


Those wrist and ankle bracelets of course had to go to, unclasped by eager hands to loosen them up and get them free.  All the while her heavy petals got kisses when the silly viera kneeled down to reach Framboise's ankles.  She was getting her sundress soaked, but she was wearing nothing beneath that flowing silk.  All she had to do was just dry off and she was all ready to go about her day while the Nu Mou cooled in her casket.  The young girl showing off her little pink nipples and dainty hairless lap through that translucent material once it got wet. A grumble from Framboise while realizing that little ivory butt was making a little show for the cameras too.  But hey, some people wanted twinky little viera bottom and you gotta ensure the fans get what they want.  Probably a few would be shocked to find out she was wearing nothing else under that innocent strawberry dress. 


Sopping wet now, the chubby nu mou did her best to rinse and clean off while under the steady attention of Viera kisses and fondles.  She did want her fur to be at it’s best for the last five minutes of her life, or however long it takes to fry her brain.  Given the little kisses and fondles and help from her girlfriend, it was obvious Ichigo was very excited to be of help.  But of course, maybe it’s because her favorite part is what comes next when they finish cleaning her off.  


“Aww, you look so pretty when you are in the shower, but let's get you dried off now.  I’m sure our attendant is inside too, waiting for us by now.  They should know we’re in here.”  Ichigo gathered up the cameras and removed the slipcovers she had added for those closer to the shower. Getting their supplies ready as she grinned widely, “Don’t worry, we’ll get back to banter now that I’ve gotten our sweet little dumpling all flustered and rinsed off.”   


“Oh, you're going into savory dishes now?  I thought I was your little pastry?”


“Don’t worry my delicious little pasty, we will get you stuffed so full and baking like you want in just a few minutes.” 


Framboise’s little stiff clench of her round belly was all the reward the creamy Viera needed.  The purple and brown girl drying herself off as her mane showed it’s rarely seen natural state.  Fluffy!  Curly thick like a cloud running from head to tail instead of that smooth, carefully shaped ‘do she usually gave it.  “You spent at least an hour memorizing pastry names before we started recording, didn’t you?”


“Oh, it’s no time for that, let's greet our attendant and get you ready for that toaster.”  Ichigo hummed as she held the naked girl’s hand, the other hand holding her bag of supplies as she pushed the door open with a flourish and bump of her small butt.


The room was, well, not awe inspiring.  Simple, basic concrete walls had soundproofing added to the ceiling and walls.  Grey drab foam at least gave a simple backdrop.  And the chair was set up against one wall, heavy and wooden.  If it wasn't for that it would look like a cheap storage room being converted for sound recording. The two examined the chair and it's many straps, hoping a medium was going to be the right size and not too large.  A heavy crown of a multitude of leather straps hung casually above it and beneath the metal plug in the chair base was awaiting the grounding rod.  Going for the ‘kinkier’ choice of design for their show than the traditional grounding wires around ankles. 


On the other end of the smallish room sat a big chubby Ampharos on a comfy looking chair.  A little smile and wave from her flipper as she greeted the two.  A loincloth was draped over her heavy sheath, hemmed with pink white and blue trans pride in fringing.  Otherwise she just casually watched, half reading a tablet.  “I saw you Ichigo here has her license, so just ask if you need any assistance or help,”  She calmly said.  The curious sheep dragon otherwise just kept the flickering light of excitement from tail and gem to her minimum.  No fair ruining someone’s shot from her over eager excitement.  


“So uh, you’re not gonna, power this, right?”  Ichigo had to ask as the naked nu mou winced just a little.  Having to turn from the camera to not corpse too much, which was such an ironic turn of phrasing there.  The Ampharos just giggling and smiled “it is an option, but you didn’t select it.  Really, I am more for someone your size or smaller, I don’t pack THAT much juice.  But if you do wanna ride sometime…”  A wink and little flicker of light and stir of loincloth suggested her thoughts of that idea.


Framboise smirked as the Viera was finally on the receiving end of some blushing, enjoying watching those ivory cheeks blushing pink for a moment as both looked over that barely hidden bulge under cotton loincloth.  Despite the Viera’s youth, Ichigo was infamously calm and collected even when their shots went strange, as she continued on,  “Well then, let’s get you ready.  I’ll let you pick out the grounding rod of course.  Looks like quite a selection, even our assistant is offering her own.”


The nu mou cursed quietly, as her big bottom stiffened at the thought and the sight of those many metal rods, from dainty wands to heavy staves. Tail making a slap on concrete as she looked over the row of metal rods, wondering what kind of person could stuff three feet of fat metal rod into themselves.  She couldn’t help herself and went for something just about at her limit.  A good eight inches long and probably nearing an inch in width as she lifted it up.  It was delightfully heavy and cool, in a blatantly phallic human style penis shape.  The heavy screw pattern of the lock ensured a good, solid contact with the wiring and steady conductive flow.  A little giggle from her friend as Ichigo’s tiny bottom gave a wiggle looking that large toy over.  “Wow, are you really gonna fit all of that in your butt?”


“It’ll be ok, I mean, as you said this butt can fit so much wattage. I do have to ensure all that power has room to flow of course.”  She blushed a little, as she worked the heavy rod into the fitting for the connection.  Turning the locking mechanism on the underside of the chair until it made a wonderful click, very secure now.  “So uh, do I take a seat now?”  She tried to not stammer too much, though she didn’t mind losing her cool to teases now, it was her turn to be the little victim.  Besides, well…. *Gulp!* She really does hope she didn’t pick out too big a rod too, it would be embarrassing to have to unscrew and go one size smaller after all this setup.


Ampharos’s eager tent didn’t help the Nu Mou’s nervousness either, as the two watched while the Viera set those cameras back up.  One was planted near the foot of the chair, probably going right for a good view of her shuddering lap.  Another was to the side and behind the chair, for a good view of a spasming bottom and quivering tail.  One more camera placed sideways at foot level, for some reason shaking feet just really got the fans going.  The bunny quickly added the plastic rods for securing the cameras and ensuring no grounds would lead to them.  THey didn’t want their gear to ride the lightning too, that was a raspberry’s job.


“Ok, looks like we get to lube you up now.  You know the drill, tail high my darling little eclair, it’s time to add your filling,” the bunny elf was giggling, as she got out a big sort of toothpaste tube, full of a weird grey gel.  Marked with lightning bolts designs on the packaging, and cheerfully named ElectroGlide.


Framboise turned and lifted tail, leaning over a little to look over the chair too.  A little peek back and huff as that tent seemed to jump a little higher, jeez that Ampharos had such a huge erection.  A little gasp escaped the Nu Mou as this time there was no warming up.  Just that heavy applicator tip pressed against her thick tailhole. Ichigo gave that big donut a good frosting with the cool, slimy, grey conductive goo; smearing it all over her quivering dark ring.


A little push in of that long tip earned a little grunt even with that smear of lube.  Then a longer squeal, as that gel squirts it’s way into the Nu Mou’s bottom. Thick, cold, and oh so slimy!  It pushed its way in with a viscous thickness that was much more thigh squirm inducing than water could ever be.  She’d been giving lube like this a few times for play, but never this thick.  A yelp as it felt like Ichigo had pushed half the tube up into her,  “Nnnf! H, hey, that’s, uh, a lot!”


A little giggle grin as Ichigo gave a few pats on Framboise’s tailbase to quietly let the Nu Mou know she certainly got a little happy with her ‘caulking gun’ there.  A devious grin at her handiwork as the lube was carefully set aside.  Warm hands on that heavy tailbase to help lift it higher as Ichigo hummed, “Ooh, lemme get a good pic of your creampie here… wow, this stuff is so thick!”


A wiggle of purple hide and brown skin of that exposed bottom as the Nu Mou made a funny face biting her lip, “Trying to not, uh, squeeze any out too, at least thickness helps keep it in.  Are you uh, done back there, so I can try and plug this before the, uh, dam bursts?”


Ichigo gave that round bottom a good slap and then kneeled herself down, “Let me really quickly loosen this lock here… OK, I can adjust the rod’s position back and forth on the seat for you.  Do take it slow now, we came here to cook you, not pop your butt.  That’s not the reason you want on your gravestone now, is it?”  


Framboise gripped the arms of the chair and slowly eased herself back.”Oh god, I can see it now.  Here lies Framboise, died of a broken butt.”  Her bottom scooted back, and tail stiffened to slap the chair back, “Eee, can feel a little trying to leak out.  Huff, how’s th- C, COLD!”  She’s certain her tail slamming the chair back and stiffening out like a rod would be the star attraction of the highlight reel now.  Another grunt and grit of teeth as the chubby Nu Mou tried to compose herself.  Easing herself slowly, slowly, as that big bottom flexed and spread around that fat phallic tip.  A little squeeze of big claws on the floor as she gaped lewdly around it, before it finally popped in.  Letting out a moan as she felt it ease into all that lube her lover buried in her.  “Ah, ah, there we go… let’s see if I was too greedy… or if you stuffed me too full of lube now.  What happened to saving space for the lightning now?”


That bottom slowly slid down, even as Framboise’s hands gripped tight to the arm rests.  Even Ichigo couldn’t help but make a little whistle as that huge metal pole disappeared into that chubby bottom, while the Ampharos watched with delight at the sight.  “Goodness, that is quite a magic trick you got there.” Ichigo said, making a little flourish of a magical gesture to the tween’s bottom.


A little tense up as the Nu Mou’s belly sucked in, then relaxed, and… “Ah! There we go,” she said as she sat her bottom fully down.  The seat wasn’t exactly comfy, and that huge, cold metal stick up your butt wasn’t exactly adding to the ergonomics.  Her belly was still tense as she took some deep breaths.  As she realized what was gonna come at the end.  Maybe the best worst part of it all, really.


“Well, I can see you’re looking so forward to getting your brains cooked, we better lock you in first.  Although really, could you even get up any more with all that toy in your butt?”  Ichigo teased as her thick fingers carefully locked the rod from shifting position anymore. A second lock pulled taut, ensuring the rod would not shift position while the rider was in the throes of their death, whether big or small.  “Ok, hands and feet inside the ride time.” Ichigo smiled as she helped pull those chubby ankles nice and wide apart and rewarded with a most wonderful sight.


The Nu Mou realized how far she had to spread her legs for the chair, as the char was just a touch too big.  For whatever reason they didn’t seem to have children in mind for the sizing,  “Nnnf, goodness, I think everyone is gonna see my cervix when I jump.”  A little wiggle of toes as the bunny started on those ankles and knees first.  Probably to see if she could get a good picture and test that theory out herself while the Nu Mou was so lewdly spread.


“You’re certainly showing your enjoyment of the moment too, don’t think I’ve seen you this wet in a while.”  Ichigo gave her lover some worshipful little kisses, smooching the cute big, dark labia poking out before her.  A little kiss to her darling’s ‘cocoa bean’ clitoris too as she ran fingers through the soft tease of thick dark hair just starting to grow in.. “Maybe we should shave this next time we do a show, but it is pretty cute.”


Framboise couldn’t do much with her knees and ankles so firmly locked, blushing at the suggestions and worship to her fat cunny.  Her inner thighs are getting a little stretched next as the Viera pushes the apart for the straps.  “Nnn, almost too stretched there, but you seem to be enjoying yourself.”  A little giggle at tickly kisses on the soft brown skin of her belly button in the middle of her round purple belly, trying to hold it up some while a belt was fit under it’s soft curves for her waist.  Then the tug of the heavy strap under her breasts pushed her back roughly into the chair.  “Hh, hh, hey, that’s kinda hard to breathe…” She had to strain a little to get her breaths.


“Sorry my little poptart to be, but you have to get this one extra sturdy, since you’re really gonna thrash here.”  She gave the older tween fond kisses on her nipples, her small pink tongue circling their wide dark areola with just a touch of envy only the Nu Mou could see.  A soft slow kiss shared between the two while she worked the big shoulder straps over her.  A little awkwardly pulling on them, as she was a touch shorter and smaller than expected. “Still comfy there?” Ichigo asked, trying to not sound too caring for the cameras, but her eyes big with concern as she looked over the many straps of black leather on purple hide before her.


“Nnng, probably, giving that lap and thigh belt a test with that tug.  Ah man, you’ve just about got me down here, don’t ya, I can’t even wriggle.  So many straps!  I feel like a bad final fantasy character with all these belts around me.”  She wiggled her hands as her wrists got their requisite straps around them, pinning them firmly to the polished wood.  Wiggling those hands for a good camera shot there too as Ichigo recorded her bondage.  “I’d walk funny if you let me out of this now.  But uh, if I walk funny out of this after you zap me, you might have a zombie on your hands, just to let you know.”


The little viera gave the nu mou a kiss on her forehead and cheerfully added , “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure there’s nothing left to zombify under here.”  Ichigo stepped around to move a stool into position behind the chair to strap down her tail and then even tailbase.  A convenient strap down for those with large tails, and a lock to pin that stool into place with that fluffy maned tail tied down to it.  And of course, there was that final strap to pin her head back. “Just about there, but now that I have you trapped, it’s time for that money shot we know everyone has been waiting for.”


The Nu Mou half winced, half playful eye rolled, as she knew exactly why she got the votes for this.  A big pair of clippers chosen from the selection on site to trim that infamous frosting ‘do she wore.  “Sigh, everyone, press F for everyone’s favorite dessert styling.”  As she couldn’t help but half giggle from nervousness too.  It wasn’t helping that even the Ampharos seemed to even get a little more erect and alert to watch her huge mane get trimmed.


BRR! Went the clippers as Ichigo brought them over with surprising care and gentleness.  WNNNN! The tone dipped as they dug effortlessly through that thick curly mop of her dark colored mane.  The long hair flowing around her as she was shaved down through even the purple velvet of her hide to reveal that milk chocolate skin beneath.  “Behold, beneath the chocolate frosting is, more chocolate!” the young Viera added as if demonstrating a magic trick.


Framboise could only frown.  It didn’t help that the sound was just so…. Irritating!  The feeling of her head shaved bald was strange as even the velvet on each side of her mane was carefully shorn.  It looked like little purple sprinkles amidst the dark brown of her copious curly mane all over the floor.  It took a few minutes to trim it all, surprisingly long even for the Nu Mou’s expectation.  But the Viera was an infamous perfectionist, and she wanted that skull nice and smooth for the next part.  And from forehead to the back of her skull, her head was carefully trimmed clean and smooth.  And of course, using a hair dryer to blow errant hair and help sweep the big pile aside.  “Wow, we can almost make a second Framboise with all that spare hair, let me get a mirror to let you see how well I did.”


“Mmm, I don’t think you’re going to earn any tips trimming hair like this, you better stick to your day job.”


“Well then, it’s a good thing you’re all strapped down in the chair then.  And now that we have our lovely Raspberry Tart showing her beautiful ganache exterior, let’s add some new frosting,” the bunny girl replacing the applicator tip on the ElectroGlide lube.  Drizzling it copiously as Framboise felt a cold, thick sensation on that now strangely sleek head.  Making the tween try to look up shyly as she felt ribbons of cool grey goo painted on her head in strange patterns.


“Are you, are you making a pastry decoration?  Maybe you should have asked for pastry tips, though I don’t think it’s quite thick enough to hold it’s shape that well.”  The Nu Mou inquired with a smirk, feeling a little more exposed with the Ampharos (and all those cameras) watching so intently.  Goodness, she was glad she couldn’t see how many viewers she got now, because she suspected her hair getting buzzed probably earned the pair at least one raid.  The Nu Mou shivering between her lewdly spread legs and Ichigo going wild with lube on her head.  Goodness, that stuff was cold, and she was putting so much on.  Rubbing it in on her skin to make it glisten and grey and making Framboise mutter, “I bet I do look like some sort of absurd cupcake now.”


“Well then, let's get our queen of frosting her crown.” Ichigo smiled as she brought the heavy leather device down and adjusted the many straps upon it.  The helm itself was more just a series of metal pads and small sponges on straps, the number and position adjustable by however many you click in.  And it seemed a naughty Viera had taken some thought into how many and where those straps should go.  Sponges given a good dunking of saltwater and pressed firmly to the top of her head.  A cold wet press into the thick gel on top of her head to ensure electricity flows quite smoothly through her to that grounding rod in her bottom.  The large main pad in place above her forehead, the strap pushing two more slippery cool kisses down her head before it was tied into place to the forehead strap and chair.  Pulled snug and secure with a pleased hum from the executioneress Viera. A second Strap went over the front of her head, Squishy slimy pads pushed under the forehead strap and on each side as well.  One more pair of straps hooked to the back of the chair to press to the sides of her head, carefully guided under those big ears before buckling together against her forehead.  Pressing and pulled firmly into place, each cold wet kiss of thick electrodes given a firm, secure pressure.  Each cold kiss promising to deliver all of that lethal amperage through her skull and into her young brains.  


“Mmm, you know, let's get these up and out of the way.  How’d that song go?  Do your ears hang d-”


“Don’t you even start that!”


“Oh! Oh, interesting….” Framboise could almost hear the devilish glee in her voice at finding a new weapon to use in their show.  All she could do was grumble as she felt the weird sensation of ears pulled back and tied over the back of the chair.  “Don’t want these flopping and causing sparks to fly.  After all, we want a well toasted poptart, not a flaming one.”


The realization of what was coming up so soon made the tween’s belly clench! And a drop of warm arousal dribbled down her lap, unable to rub the burning heat between her legs or the ticklish cool sensation of that trickle of arousal.  A little sweat starting to bead up on her hide even in the cool room.  She realized just how little time this life had left in it.


“Now say ‘Ah!’ my little princess of pastries,”  Ichigo added as she brought up a rubbery, oversized raspberry shaped gag.  The young Nu Mou opened her mouth as she felt the slightly sweet, raspberry flavored gag press in firmly.  Another series of straps was pulled around her and she wondered if the aftermath would become a meme gif for unwrapping a present at this rate.  Her jaw felt rather sore, as gag and straps pushed and pulled against each other and made her drool with a quiet groan.  Her head felt like it was in a strange, kinky BDSM vice at this rate.


“And now the final touch, goodnight my sweet little poptart to be.  You know I was always one for toasted poptarts rather than raw.” Ichigo said as she lifted up the big heavy rubber hood she had bought just for this scene.  This one was more like a bandanna or bag, wrapping over her muzzle and the top of her head so it can tie behind her on the chair, along with all those buckles and straps already in place.  Framboise knew it had her logo on it, a big cartoon raspberry with crossed bones.  Breathing a little muffled against the two thick, exaggerated breathing nostrils, at least those lined up right.  


And now it was the young Nu Mou’s time to shine, so to say.  Her last sight had been that big erection of Ampharos, leaking pre into her loincloth.  At least Framboise was certain that the attendant wasn’t the only one leaking to the show.  It certainly had her heavy petals feeling sopping between her legs.


Dark, bound, helpless, Framboise did what she did best.  Test those bounds to ensure she was secure so the show wouldn’t have any surprises.  Clench, wriggle, shift.  She couldn’t get much of a motion to anything.  Working up from toes to core, then chest, head, and finally her arms.  Each one  was pinned roughly to wood with thick rubber lined leather straps.  Each one carefully locked and designed so no metal would touch her skin but the electrodes and that metal rod in her butt. Waterproof so her sweat wouldn’t cause shorting.  She was blind and her hearing was heavily muffled between that thick hood and so many straps.  Breathing hard in the heaviness of the rubbery fabric.  It was already so hot under that rubbery material as she realized this was it.  It was showtime.


She flexed her hands out wide, then, shaking a little, let them relax and wiggled her index fingers up.  A steady back and forth wriggle to show she’s OK and ready to continue. A clenched first or middle finger of course would be a sign she needed assistance and to stop.  She did briefly consider this option, if just to enjoy the thought of the Viera having to take so many straps loose to get to her.


But she continued like the good star she was.  Her heart pounded as she made her silly ‘conducting’ with her fingers, knowing it was the sign for her lover to pull that handle.  She hoped it wouldn’t be too long, beca-


Ichigo gave that lever a pull after just a few seconds, to ensure it was their chosen cue to begin in this heavy bondage.  That lever closed with a heavy, satisfying CLACK and locked with a pretty flicker of sparks she had made sure to record.  There was a lewd, guttural HUM that started instantly from the equipment.  


And the effect on the Nu Mou in the chair was just as abrupt and sudden.  Framboise’s mind was immediately blasted with voltage as every single muscle clenched down at once!  Her chest jerked stiffly up and her belly cramped painfully taut in the lethal embrace of so much electricity running through her body.  Her consciousness turned to numb white static in seconds under the potent flood of electricity pouring through her brain.


For those watching though, her whole body cramped into a painfully taut looking embrace.  A tense flutter of muscles twitching each time that powerful, deadly wattage rocked through her helpless body sixty times a second.  Steam wafted up from quivering bottom and escaped from under her hood.  The girl’s temperature rose and rose as her body’s natural resistance started to cook her.  Her brain, of course, would surely be fried to thick porridge under her shaved little head.  A sickly sweet scent of ozone and stink of burnt hair and skin teased at the room, even with an exhaust fan above her aggressively pulling that steam and smoke out of the room.


A little sprinkle of piss escaped her spasming petals, as her young vulva trembled and shook lewdly in their lewdly splayed show.  A touch of steam escaping damp folds as it heated from the rod nearby.  Her small breasts jiggled and bounced from her chest’s strangled spasms.  Her heart beneath those small breasts was sure to be locked down into a worthless shuddering.  No longer able to pump blood and fluttering just like her toes and fingers.  More steam and smoke wafting up as her sweat evaporated while one minute passed to a minute and a half.  The sight made Ichigo think of the world’s most morbid meal baking in a microwave.  Those straps roughly dug into muscles that were pulled past their limit and breaking down under the heat and sheer exertion of the electricity’s merciless guidance.


And then it was over.  A whine of machinery rolled down and the girl sagged ever so subtly.  Her shaking and seizing under the current’s lethal embrace was suddenly over.  Smoke rose from her hood and under her tail as she sat in those many straps.  Huge bruises under them showing up from being electrocuted to death for thousands to so callously watch the young girl’s life end.


The quiet rattle of the fan was the only sound in the room now, as even the unflappable Strawberry of Death was stunned with horrified arousal and awe at the sight of such a potent display of electricity’s lethal power.  Perhaps a perfect little moment of silence for the dead Nu Mou, looking so small and helpless now that her body was perfectly still and serene.


And then there was a little gulp and her eyes widened, as she realized it was very likely all those electrocution raiders she had advertised for would probably vote her to ride this same chair when it came time for her revenge show!  Fingers slipped between her hairless petals at the thought that at least her Nu Mou lover would treat her with such loving care when shaving her own tiny head to be roasted for all to see.  Perhaps she should get a faux menu ready for roasted strawberry, just in case. <3