The lights raised slightly on the stage and the small crowd that had gathered hushed and turned to see their host stand and address them.

"Gentlemen" he began, not needing any amplification or raised voice for the small group before him. "I've invited you here today to witness the fruits of my labour. Call it a hobby if you will. You've all been invited personally, and for obvious reasons, but many of you don't know why. I shall soon reveal this to you in due course, never you mind that, but before I do I wish to lay down some ground rules." He spoke with confidence, as if he'd given this speech a thousand times, as perhaps a tour guide at some theme park. "Firstly, you are welcome back here anytime, but I ask that you do so singly and make extra care that you're not followed." His eyes flashed quite sternly for a moment but they all knew that secrecy was of paramount concern here. "Secondly, you all deposit electronics at the front where they can be kept off the grid. And finally touching or abusing will not be tolerated without my express permission. Anyone found breaking any of these rules will be subject to my whim, and as these ladies will tell you gentlemen that's not the most pleasant thing in the world." He paused to let this all sink in and for the chuckles from the one or two who knew what was coming to die down.

"Gentlemen, without further ado, I present: The Warehouse!" The blind behind him lifted and lighting was raised on the stage and its stairs, inviting the room's occupants up to the new 'viewing gallery' and the sights down below. Many eyes' widened at the view below. Four girls, unclothed, were wandering about, though not quite frolicking in the different areas of the strange room. They looked like caged animals, going about their business, not noticing the staring eyes above, but whether or not this was because of the one way mirror or because they simply didn't care was uncertain. A couple were taking a swim, another two were deep in conversation, walking about, presenting an excellent view of their bodies as they did so.

No one said much for a moment until one man turned to Syaoron and asked, "Is that it? Some exotic kidnapping?" Syaoron turned back with a smile and replied "oh no, my good sir, it's more than that. Those girls down there, are the Tokyo mew mews". An audible gasp was let out and many hurriedly turned their gaze back to the occupants of the warehouse. "Gentlemen," He continued with an evil grin, "let the fun begin!".

Mint and Zakuro bathed in the water. They'd been at hot springs before, and they adult enough to think little of this. Their conversation was nothing special either, and the dull nature of it was helping to calm them down, keep them sane. Ichigo and lettuce too walked about the room, taking in some of the wildlife in their prison. With Ichigo's earlier exploits, the nudity had become dramatically less of an apparent issue and instead they were scouting for any flaws or hidden joints they could exploit to possibly find an exit.

Suddenly all four stopped as their bodies were overcome with heat. Each of their animal features became exposed and they all went red from heat.

"Ichigo!" Lettuce cried as she reached to her friend for support. Ichigo fell with her and both ended up on their needs panting. Ichigo's hands migrated south to the source of the heat, and she found the familiar source of the horniness.

"It's Syaoron!" She gasped to Lettuce, but audible enough for Mint and Zakuro to hear. They were having their own problems as well, with both now on their backs in the shallows of the water, now beginning the show for the viewing gallery above. Closing her eyes, mint began to rub, slowly at first but quicker soon, as she attempted to relieve the heat building in her loins. Zakuro clawed her way to shore hoping to resist as long as possible but was overcome and soon began masturbating, this time on all fours. Lettuce and Ichigo sat together, furiously pumping away. Ichigo let out soft meows as her tail flicked about. Lettuce began rubbing her breasts with her free hand hoping to bring herself and the ordeal to its climax quicker. Not long later Mint could be heard squealing with pleasure as she arched her back, her juices flowing into the water. Lettuce and Ichigo were not long to follow, both orgasming at about the same time and collapsing on each other. Zakuro held out longer, but waving her ass and tail in the air, finally succumbed and collapsed onto her front.

All 4 gasped for their breath as the heat subsided. Syaoron had mercifully let them only have the short session of fun for now, he wanted to ensure his party would return in the future. Back up the top the party now began to mingle and socialise, with a few retiring to the lavatories for their own respite. Syaoron coughed again and announced "Gentlemen, that concludes the entertainment portion of our show, I hope you'll stay for drinks." And with that signalled the door to the kitchen.

Pudding entered in her less than appropriate maids apron and carrying a drinks tray. Grins appeared around the room and Pudding froze, terrified of the crowd until Syaoron piped up "Gentlemen I do hope you remember our prior agreement. Pudding here is to provide drinks, nothing more." Grudgingly the men all acknowledged but this didn't make pudding feel any less of a target. As she walked round handing out drinks she could feel there eyes fizated on her exposed back and she couldn't bare it. Each time she retreated into the kitchen she was deliberately slow, but amove all else she feared what syaoron might do to her if she failed to reappear.

Syaoron grinned as his plans began to be realized. He glanced down at his panting victims, there exploits visible around there crotches, and laughed quietly to himself.