Toasting your PopTart!
“W… wait, which one won?!” Framboise squirmed in her chair on stream as her pink haired little bunny elf girlfriend beamed maliciously.  Sometimes the tubby Nu Mou tween thought those Viera ears must really be devil horns with their red coloration.  That devilish little grin of bunny teeth peeking from pink lips just added to the evil glee on her friend’s face, more so than you’d expect from a girl under 10.


“Oh, looks like we get to toast our lovely little raspberry poptart for all you lovely viewers!  I’m sure her head will look so pretty when it’s shaved clean for the electric chair.” Ichigo teased to the amusement of her Nu Mou lover’s tail thumping the floor in irritation.  Loud enough for the audience to notice, as a stream of kangaroo emojis floated by in the livechat.  Even with three years on her girlfriend, the younger girl was just so good at making her fluster and blush.


“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.  Her little viera loved to get her thumping tail in annoyance to their fans’ amusement.


Ichigo just winked again and gave that smooth styled ‘do 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 when baked.”


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


“And gotta make you a conductive lube filled tart too!”


*thump!* The Nu Mou adjusted her shorts with a little gulp! At that. “But uh, when will this show be?”


“Oh, I’ve been reserving you a slot for the electric chair while we’re chatting.” Ichigo got to use  her well practiced grin, somehow innocent and malicious at once as she brought up the appointment on screen.  One hour?!  


“Guess we’re taking this show on the road?”


The two started their walk, using their phones to continue their banter and record the two.  Unless one knew the meaning of their strawberry and raspberry crossed skull and crossbone shirts, it’d look like a 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 held a leash tied to the Nu Mou’s collar.


“Of course, you’ll gotta get that cute bottom cleaned out, but we all know how much you like that,” the bunny teased as she led the way.  


“Hh, hey!  I just did that cause, uh, it was on the vote suggestions… though um, we should probably leave that one as a separate download.”


“That’s right, we’ll spare you all the messy details on the live stream, but we’ll have it later on the uploads for all you dirty fans who wanna see her get dirty.”


“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 added as she looked over the simple, sprawling building.  The windowless, concrete building sprawled about a hidden plaza, with simple marked doors.  Of course, given the ephemeralness of death these days, perhaps it’s taken some of the awesome horror and gravitas from death.


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 euphenasia, and the sundry details surrounding it.  Of course, they did prefer you had some reason, but well, entertainment was certainly a fine choice.


“Wonder if the clerk will be more 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-shirts and sundress, the two would look like any other kids trying to be a little more stylish.  Simple clothes and little else on a warm summer day, though certainly skewing much younger than the usuals here.


The door opened, and the chat 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 almost curious if I was going to be pranked here a moment.”


The tiny Viera tugged her lover’s leash a little more, and grinned as her glasses showed a flurry of raspberry emojis 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.  Their little bouncy theme song playing for a moment.  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, have, uh, fun?”


He passed on the keycard to the eager Viera and couldn’t help but giggle “There’ll be an attendant, but only as an observer since you have completed your training for that device.  Seems like you two have been quite the busy bees to get yourself cleared, you’ll have the room for an hour, but no one is there so you can start prep in the waiting room if you want until your time starts.


“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 got giggles from the chat as the folf peeked over to see the purple and brown girl’s heavy tail nervous slapping the floor.


“Right this way, my scrumptious little croissant,” the little pink bunny giving that leash a tug and skipping along.  A little gulp! And wave goodbye from the awkward waddling Mu Mou in her leashed wake, quickly disappearing to a few giggles from the clerk as the two left, probably to be his strangest little tale for the day.




The two ended in a simple hallway, ordered by number and letter.  Occasional quiet sounds could be heard… and likely a moan or scream of bliss and pain haunting the halls in it’s faintness.  The soundproofing was enough to keep most sounds from bleeding into other rooms.  After all, not the only ones recording shows now and then.  A few doors even had notices for longer term rentals for groups or larger scale recording sessions, 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 opens to a small gym-like room, with a small shower and a couple toilets hidden on corners of various shapes and sizes.  Signage cheerfully asked to ensure one rinses down any mess they make, and anything left in the room will go to lost and found for one month, be sure to keep your belongings secure.  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.”  A cheesy bass line porno background track starts, as the little pink and red bunny reaches to help unclasp the Nu Mou’s collar.  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 little bra.  The colorful pokeball pattern bra eliciting a little titter from the bunny girl.  Framboise giving a little tongue sticking out “I thought I’d have a day or so to dress up for this ya know.”


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.  Unbuttoning her shorts with a languid swish of that kangaroo like tail for the camera as she pulled it off to show off simple boy undies beneath.  Cupping her wide bottom and heavy lap as the tween giggled.  “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, you did realize I had my electrocution license now.”


“Oh, OH!  Hey wait, that also means…. “ there was a little hrrmph! From the Nu Mou as she scooted panties down once she unbuttoned their tail clasp.  Tail curling up in practiced motions to show the subtle tease of hair starting to grow on her plump, brown skinned mons.  Thick petals a deep brown like her mane, nearly black.  “That also means 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 probably broken 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 little nu mou walking around to help guide her girlfriend’s fingers.


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


“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.”


“... don’t you do that everyday anyways to get that ridiculous whipped cream look?”




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


“Now give our watchers a little twirl, as it’s time for the parts 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 all that lightning we’re gonna stick 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 hearts and raspberry exclamations coming out from the door.


“So er, I guess I bend over for the uh, enema tray.  Man, sorry guys, but that word just doesn’t have the most appealing ring.”


A cheeky little Viera gave that roo like tail a big hike upwards to show that fat brown ring of muscle, “good thing yours is so sexy my tasty dorayaki.”


“Now you’re just having too much fun with my raspberry tart nickname, and pretty sure electricity is gonna leave my big ol fat butt, not go into it.”  The naked tween snickered at her friend’s lewd teasing.  Walking over to squat down on the trough.  Tail lifting as she leaned in against a handhold.  “You better warm that up first though!”


Ichigo turned the water on, careful to not splash her bare feet.  Swishing her simple sundress in her infamous strawberry pattern.  “Of course, though ya know, gonna be a lot hotter in there, so maybe the cold water will even things out on the cosmic scale?  Also, alternating current, so we’ll still be stuffing this darling bottom full of electricity.”  The bunny hummed mischief as she worked on her phone for a moment, then gave the purple and brown bottom presented before her a little slap.


Framboise peeked back at the slap, feeling cold water splashing around her feet as they let the water warm.  “What deviousness are you up too now, I see your smile back there.”  A snerk as she was presented a picture of her butt being slapped presentation like by the smaller bunny elf, and a cheery caption proclaiming “This bad boy can fit so much wattage in it!”  The Nu Mou facefaulting forward “seriously, we’re going to dead memes?”


“Well, it’s a good match to go along with a dead Mou now, isn’t it?”  The Viera added with a scarily wide, toothy grin.  Enough that Framboise might wonder if bunnies were carnivores after all.  


“W… wow! Really?!”  Her breath quickened and her cheeks and inner ears burned in blush, and she suspected there was a huge flurry of raspberry emojis floating by for those watching or listening in to their banter.  Sure that another tally of crushing blush was being voted up, she’ll  have to ponder her revenge for this later of course.  For now though.  Ulp!  There was a nozzle cover being added to the slender wand and some slippery water based lube getting teased on her rump.  “Eeh, hey, that’s cold.”


“You never did ask for the lube to be warmed now.” Although there was a suggestion of mistake, not that an unflappable bunny would make a huge show of a minor mistake, she gave her lover’s presented rump a little pat on the tailbase.  A little sign of ‘oops, my bad’ to covertly sign without breaking character.


The next part was warm!  Almost too warm.  As that slim tube nudged the applicator wand into her presented ring.  NNNF!  Warmth flowing into her chubby butt and making the girl blush and squirm.  A little adjustment of the camera showed Ichigo was of course, right on top of noticing that slight shift of feet.  And  had a camera right in place to show those dark folds of hers start to blossom and relax in growing arousal.  It was almost infuriating how delightfully attentive the little creamy skinned girl could be.


Nnnf!  A grunt as a Nu Mou clenched eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as the pressure in her bottom grew.  A peek down and there was another camera recording her nipples stiffening under the arousal.  Knowing so many were watching even this, it was embarrassingly arousing.  Especially when, well “ah, that’s, uh, good….”


The bunny gave that slim little wand a careful tug out and stepped far back.  Getting that kind of mess on you was ‘Not Kawaii’ as they said in the business.  Well, ok, how she ran her business at least.  A little giggle as she watched the Mou squirm and wriggle, trying to carefully move and make an ungainly moment as elegant as one could.


A careful squat and grip of the handhold… A little oh! And a quick tap to mute the sound feed for those on the restricted list.  Of course, there wasn’t a lot of banter to give during this moment.  A splash and wet mussy sound as the girl emptied herself out.  The little bunny straining to not lose her composure too much.  AFter all, natural things happen, even if they’re not quite what she would seek out.  


But a naughty little donkey roo seemed to kinda revel in the mess.  Careful to not make this tooo gross or obscene as she emptied out that water for the cameras.  Strategic covers on them to throw away, since not something you'd want staining your equipment, even if these little cameras were oh so cheap these days.  Reach back to get the wand and fill herself up once more with a long, drawn out sigh.  ANd a blush! As she realizes she has a long ribbon of arousal dripping from her petals as she looks down to flush down her muss with a shower wand.


A long, quiet little breathy moan as the tween filled her bottom with that warmth once more.  Until she squirmed and clenched toes.  Knowing just how to arch and flex for the cameras to show that bottom is getting heavily filled too.  This second time she squatted to relax and empty out that heated water, without the grosser sounds and aspect of it.  Ichigo still found it a little unnerving sounding, and would prefer her bottom to not make such a mess in front of her adoring fans.  An elegant bottom, for a more civilized fandom.  Of course, her being top usually helped too.


The sounds were switched back on once any errant mess was cleaned up.  Spraying  her bottom as well before she giggles and stretches “oof, still always so kinda, squirmy feeling after.  Mmm, guess I get a little rinse off too in the shower?  Sorry frosted mane, gotta betray you.  You can all pay respects as I get cleaned up here.”  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 as the Viera grumpily looked on before they got back to the show.


Ichigo getting some shampoo on her hands too, and immediately going to fondle the Nu Mou’s breasts even before the shower water had fully heated up.  “Now, gonna make you even sadder,we gotta get all these charms off you now.  No errant metal while you ride Mr Sparky now.”


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


“Dead girl walking?”


Framboise made a little harrumph! But couldn’t help but giggle.  It was kinda weird knowing, well, by the hour end you’d be a corpse.  Even after establishing self as a minor fandom in snuff streaming.  Well, the programming runs deep in the brain still.


Of course, fondly little girl hands squeezing her tiny breasts and working over her belly wasn’t helping too.  Especially when a big incisor is nipping sensitive lop ear bases.  She was sure there was some sorta porno soundtrack and eggplant, sweatdrop, peaches and other lewd emojis galore.  The older girl moaning as her little girlfriend gets quite fondly with those little ivory hands of hers.  All to get her ‘clean’ she’s sure as she washes her own hair for prep for shaving.


On the other hand, after that groping little tease, it was nice to get her huge ears groomed with careful care.  A little 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 day.  A little extra squirmy as those thick bunny fingers worked on unclasping her rasberry jewel charms from her ears.  A subtle sign she’s bound for a casket before her girlfriend will have lunch.


Her wrist and ankle bracelets of course had to go to, unclasped to loosen them up and get them free… and get her heavy petals kissed when the silly viera kneeled down to reach those ankles.  She was getting her sundress soaked,but well, wearing nothing beneath a flowing bit of silk meant just drying off and she’s all ready to go.  Showing teases of her little pink nipples and dainty hairless lap in that translucent material. A little hrrmph as Framboise realized that little ivory butt was making a little show off for a camera too.  But hey, some people wanted twinky little viera bottom and gotta ensure the fans get what they want.  Probably a few shocked to realize she’s worn nothing else under that red dress once it gets wet.


Sopping wet now, the chubby nu mou did her best to rinse and clean off, so her fur would be at it’s best for the last five minutes of her life.  Given the little kisses and fondles and help from her girlfriend, this was obviously her favorite part.  But of course, maybe it’s because her favorite art is what comes next.


“Ah, got you nice and cutely clean, let's get you dried off now.  I’m sure our attendant is inside too, waiting for us.  They should know we’re in here.”  Ichigo gathering and removing covers from the cameras to throw away. Getting the supplies ready as she grins “Don’t worry, we’ll get back to banter now that I’ve gotten our sweet little dumpling all flustered and rinsed off.”


“Oh, I’m going into savory dishes now?  I thought I was your little pastry?”


“Don’t worry my delicious little pasty, we’re going to get you stuffed so full and baking here any moment.” 


Framboise’s little stiffen clench of 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, shaped ‘do she usually gave it.  “You spent at least one hour memorizing pastries before this, didn’t you?”


“Oh, it’s no time for that, let's greet our attendant and get you ready to bake.”  She hums as she holds the naked girl’s hand, the other holding her bag of supplies and pushing the door open.


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, and they both hoped a medium wasn’t going to be too small now.  A heavy crown of leather hanging casually above it, while a metal plug in the chair base was awaiting the grounding rod.  Going for the ‘kinkier’ choice of designs for their show.


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


“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.  Such an ironic turn of phrasing there.  The Ampharos just giggling and smiled “it is an option, but you didn’t select it.  Really, it’s more for one 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 showed her thought of that.


Framboise could only hope that earned a series of strawberry emoji, as those ivory cheeks flushed pink for a moment thinking of that bulge half hidden by cotton.  Of course, the bunny from hell wasn’t going to let that stop her.  “Well then, let’s get you ready.  I’ll let you pick out the rod of course.”  


The nu mou cursed quietly, as that big bottom stiffened! And tail made a little slap on concrete as she looked over the row of metal rods.  From dainty wands to terrifyingly large, she’d hate to think of what kind of bottom a three foot long, 6 inch rod would go into.  She couldn’t help herself though, and went for something at around her limit.  A good eight inches and a good thumb width, and bringing the toy over to the plug to screw in.  The heavy screw pattern ensures a good, solid contact with the wiring and good conductive flow.  A little giggle as a viera’s tiny bottom gave a little wiggle looking that toy over.  “Wow, are you really gonna fit that…”


“It’s ok after all, as you said, this butt can fit so much wattage, so have to ensure all that power has room to flow of course.”  She blushes a little,  “So uh, do I take a seat now?”  She didn’t mind at ‘losing’ to teases now, it was her turn to be the little victim, and well…. Gulp! Hopes she didn’t take too big a rod too, would be embarrassing to have to unscrew and go smaller.


Ampharos’s lazy tent didn’t help the Nu Mou’s nervousness either, as attendant just casually watched while the Viera set a few cameras up.  One at the foot of the chair.  One somewhat to the side and beneath, for a good view of a spasming bottom.  And one 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.  No having their gear ride the lightning too, that’s a raspberry’s job.


“Ok, looks like we get to lube you up now.  You know the drill, tail high my darling little eclair, time to add your filling.”  The bunny elf giggling, as she got a big sort of toothpaste tube, full of a weird grey gel.


Framboise turned and lifted tail.  A little peek back and huff as that tent seemed to jump a little higher, jeez she had a huge erection.  A little gulp!  This time no warming up, as that heavy applicator covering teased at her thick tailhole.  Extending out deeper too, a good four inches or so, as her Viera lover started by smearing the thick good along her pucker first.


A little push in earned a little grunt, even with that smear of lube.  Then nnnnf!  Thick, cold, slimy!  It pushed its way in with a viscous thickness that was much more thigh squirming than water could be.  She’d been giving lube like this a few times for play, but never this thick.  And gah!  That bunny was pushing like, half the tube into her.  “Nnnf! Hhh, that’s, uh, a lot!”


A little giggle grin and pat on tailbase suggested the Viera certainly got a little happy with her ‘caulking gun’ there.  A little grin “ooh, lemme get a good pic of your creampie here… wow, it’s so thick!”


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


A little butt slap and the Viera kneeled herself down.  “Let me really quickly loosen this… OK, I can adjust the rod’s position.  SO uh, take it slow now, we came to cook you, not pop your butt.”  


Framboise gripped the arms of the chair and slowly eased herself back.  “Eee, can feel a little trying to leak out.  Huff, how’s th… C, COLD!”  She’s certain her tail SMACKING the chair and stiffening like a rod would be on the highlight reel now  A little grunt and grit of teeth 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, and then it popped in.  Letting out a moan as she felt it ease into all that lube.  “Ah, ah, there we go… let’s see if I was too greedy… or you stuffed me too full now.”


That bottom slowly slid down, the girl’s hands gripped tight to the arm rests.  As a bunny elf couldn’t help but make a little whistle as that huge metal pole disappeared into that chubby bottom.  “Goodness, that is quite a magic trick you got there.”


A little tense, then relax, and… ah! There we go, bottom sat down.  The seat wasn’t exactly comfy, but the huge, cold metal stick up your butt didn’t exactly add any to the ergonomics.  Her belly was still tense as she took some deep breaths.  As she realized what was gonna come next.  Maybe the worst part of all.


“Well, since I can see that look on your face, let’s lock you in first.”  Those thick fingers carefully locked the rod into place, and then fit the second lock over that.  Ensuring it would not shift position while the rider was in the throes of their death, big or small.  “Ok, hands and feet inside the ride time.”


The Nu Mou realized how far she had to spread her legs for the chair, as it was just a touch too big.  “Nnnf, goodness, think they’re gonna see me 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 snapshot of the tween’s vagina 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 outer petals and her cutely big, dark labia poking out.  A little kiss to her darling ‘cocoa bean’ clit to and rubbing that soft tease of 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.  Her inner thighs are getting a little stretched too.  “Nnn, almost too stretched there, but you seem to be enjoying yourself.”  A little giggle at tickly belly button kisses as that soft brown skin on an otherwise purple belly as a belt was fit under it’s soft curve.  Then the tug of the heavy strap under her breasts.  “Hh, hh, hey, that’s kinda hard to breathe…”


“Sorry my little poptart to be, but you have to get this one extra sturdy, since you’re really gonna thrash there.”  She gave the older tween little nipple kisses, circling their wide wide areola with just a touch of envy only the Nu Mou could see.  A soft shared kiss between the two while she worked the big shoulder straps over her.  A little awkward, as she was a touch shorter and smaller than expected. “Still comfy there?”


“Nnng, probably, getting that lap and thigh belt a test with that tug.  Ah man, you’ve just about got me down here, don’t ya.  So many straps! I feel like a bad final fantasy character with all these belts.”  She wiggles her hands as her wrists get snugly pinned to the polished wood.  Knowing there was 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 after this, you might have a zombie on your hands to let you know.”


The little viera gave the nu mou a kiss on her forehead, and worked a strap over her tailbase and then amusingly tail tip.  Moving a little block into place behind the chair to secure down with rope for those with big tails.  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 the money shot everyone’s 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 brought out to ‘defrost’ her infamous ‘do on her head.  “Sigh, everyone, press F for everyone’s favorite dessert styling.”  As she couldn’t help but half giggle from nervousness too.  It didn’t help that Ampharos seemed to even get a little more erect at this part.


BRR! Went the clippers as Ichigo brought them over with surprising care.  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 her purple velvet to reveal that milk chocolate skin beneath.  “Behold, beneath the chocolate is, more chocolate!” the bunny girl 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, even the velvet on each side of her mane was carefully shorn.  Looking like little purple sprinkles amidst the dark brown of her copious curly mane.  It took a few minutes, 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 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 that.”


“And now that we have our lovely Raspberry Tart showing her beautiful ganache exterior, let’s add the frosting,” the bunny girl adding a new, shorter applicator tip to the conductive gel.  A cold, thick sensation on that strangely shorn head.  Making the tween look up shyly as she felt it wiggle about.


“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, feeling a little more exposed with the Ampharos (and all those cameras) watching more intently.  Goodness, she was glad she didn’t see how many viewers she got now, because she suspected her hair getting buzzed probably earned them at least one raid.  And goodness, that stuff is cold, and Ichigo put so much on.  Rubbing it in on her skin to make it glisten and grey, “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 over and adjusted the many straps upon it.  The core of it was a series of metal pads, the number and position adjustable by the many straps.  And it seemed a naughty Viera had taken some thought into this.  Cool metal pressing firmly to the top of her head.  Then another big pad behind that, and one on the back of her had.  A Strap went over the front of her head, pushing a big pad just above her head strap, and each side of that.  And weaving one underneath her huge lop ears to get one under her ears.  The straps hooking around to her chin on a thick strap there.  A few hooking over to the chair back as well.  Pressing and pulled firmly into place with her head locked in place.  Each cold kiss a promise of heavy electrical flow through her head.  


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


“Don’t you even start that!”


“Oh! Oh, interesting….” Framboise could almost hear the devilish glee in her voice, knowing a steel trap had sprung.  Even as she felt the weird sensation of ears pulled back and tied above her on one of the leather straps.  “Don’t want these flopping and causing sparks to fly, we want a well toasted poptart, not a flaming one.”


The realizing of what was coming made that belly clench! And a drop of warm arousal leaking down her lap, unable to adjust that cooling slickness she felt between  her legs.  A little sweat starting to bead up on her hide even in the cool room.  She didn’t have much time left.


“Now say Ah! My little princess of pastries.”  Ichigo added as she brought up a rubbery, raspberry shaped gag.  The young tween opening her mouth as she felt the slightly sweet, raspberry tinged gag press in firmly.  Another series of straps, she wondered if the aftermath would get an unwrapping present animation at this rate.  Her jaw felt a little sore, as gag and straps fought against each other and made her drool with a quiet groan.


“And now the final touch, goodnight my sweet little poptart to be.  You know I am always one for hashtag toasted now.”  A big wide, heavy cloth hood was brought up.  This one designed more like a bandanna or bag, wrapping over her muzzle and the front of her head to tie behind her, along with all those buckles and straps already in place.  She knew it had her logo on it, a big cartoon raspberry with crossed bones.  And now it was about her time to shine, so to say.  Her last sight that big erection on that Ampharos making a fat blotch of pre.  Certain she’s not the only one leaking to the show.


Dark, bound, helpless.  She did what she did best.  Test those bounds to ensure she was secure.  Clench, wriggle, shift.  She couldn’t get much of a motion to anything.  Working from toes and legs, to core, head, and then arms.  Each one finding itself pinned roughly to wood with thick leather.  Careful so no metal would touch of course, and waterproof for her sweat.  Blind, hearing muffled between hood and ears lifted weirdly.  Breathing hard in the heaviness of the fabric.  Getting so hot in there too as she realized this was it.  She flexed her hands out wide, then, shaking a little, let them relax and wiggled her index fingers up.  A little wiggle of them to show she’s OK and ready to continue.  Middle finger, of course, would be a sign she needs assistance, which she almost was tempted to do just to hear Ichigo squirm and undo all their work.


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 flicker of sparks she made sure to record.  There was a lewd, guttural HUM generating from the equipment.  


And the effect was instantaneous.  Framboise’s mind immediately blasted with whiteness as every single muscle seemed to clamp down at once!  Her chest jerked stiff! Belly clamped down.  And then it all went white for the little girl in the chair.


For those watching though, she made a little jittery shaking.  Each time that powerful, massive wattage rocked through her, sixty times a second in alternating current.  Steam started to waft up from quivering bottom and from under hood.  The girl’s temperature rose and rose as her natural resistance started to cook her.  Her brain, of course, would surely be cooked to pudding under her shaved little head, as a sick scent of ozone and tinge of burnt hair and skin teased at the room, even with the exhaust fan above aggressively pulling that steam and smoke away.


A little sprinkle of piss escaped her spasming lap, as those petals trembled and shook lewdly in their lewdly splayed format.  Her small breasts jiggling and bouncing from her diaghram’s strangled spasms.  Her heart beneath sure to be locked down into a worthless shuddering beneath her chest.  Showing a little steam as one minute passed to a minute and a half.  Making Ichigo think of the world’s most morbid baked potato in a microwave.  Those straps lewdly dug into muscles pulled past their limit and breaking down under heat and sheer exertion.


And then it was over.  A whine down and the girl sagged subtly.  Her lewd little shake of a seizure was over.  Smoking a little still as she sat, electrocuted to death for thousands to watch the young girl’s life end.


The subtle hum of the fan was the only sound in the room now, as even the unflappable strawberry of death was stunned with arousal and awe at the sight of such a potent display of electricity’s lethal power.


And then a little gulp and eyes getting huge, as she realized it was very likely all those electrocution raiders she advertised for would probably vote her to ride this same chair for next week’s show!  At least she knew her Nu Mou would treat her right and loving care when shaving her tiny head. <3