The Bunny's (Thrilling) Defeat, the Lupo's (Delightful) Surrender

by I He She

After a few weeks of being forced into chastity by Shamare -as a consequence of her own actions, yes, but that didn't make it any easier to bear- Lunacub reaches the tipping point when Shamare pulls another weird trick on her, one which makes her frustration explode. At the same time, however, Shamare decides to deal with a much too cheeky cautus who has been annoying her lately.

The Bunny's (Thrilling) Defeat, the Lupo's (Delightful) Surrender

The last few days hadn't been all that pleasant for Shamare.

Not to say they'd been terrible either, no. While helping Popukar study for her make-up exams wasn't exactly something she'd describe as a fun activity, it was even further away from something she hated doing. As for Suzuran, the vulpo had gone off the landship for a short while so the two haven't had the chance to spend some time together at all lately, and a few personal commitments kept Shamare from spending her free time with any of the -admittedly few- other people she liked being with, or even just with those whose presence didn't bother her, so it'd basically been just her and Popukar lately.

By themselves, those were all things Shamare could bear with just fine.

However, someone had swapped all the salt and sugar trays in the canteen the day before yesterday, a fact which ruined her lunch. Now, that prank wasn't aimed specifically at her admittedly, nearly half the landship's population got caught in it. But someone also swapped her textbook with Bubble's during the break between one class and the other, which was a little bit more direct. On top of that, someone had also put a fresh layer of die on her dorm room's door handle, leaving her hand pained gray for a good couple of hours. Plus a few more things too.

Shamare knew exactly who was behind all that, in truth, although she had to admit -if only to herself- that her initial guess had turned out wrong. Not by much, but still wrong. She had half a mind of why said person might be targeting her too and, assuming that she was right on that, the thought bothered ever so slightly. Not enough to keep her from wielding needle and thread, no, especially because she was currently using them to eventually get rid of the one who had been annoying her as of late to begin with.

In other words, Shamare was currently in the middle of making another doll. The act of stitching together a doll was not an unusual one for her, not by any stretch of the imagination, but as of late the amount of dolls she kept around instead of destroying shortly after having completed them had risen quite a bit, something she made a point to not think much about. The one currently in her hands was taking a while to make, but that was simply because she couldn't settle on what expression to give it. A silly detail to get hung up on, some might argue, at least because nobody other than Shamare herself could even tell that her dolls were supposed to have each a different expression. As for how to link that doll to its intended target, she had already managed to procure a bit of her fur and hair, and even made sure they did really belong to her.

... not that she really needed those, in truth. Shamare's Arts, if we want to call them such, were genuinely difficult to explain, at times even downright impossible as far as modern theory went, and the way they worked in particular was not obvious even to the researchers. The fact that she seemed to have an easier time casting when certain circumstances were met could be explained with the placebo effect, at least to a degree, but given all the other technical impossibilities Shamare seemed to just ignore with her Arts, few people truly wrote off those silly little rituals of hers as simple self suggestions.

As for what exactly she would do with that doll, she wasn't sure yet. She was still thinking about it, and in fact she only stopped pondering that matter when Morte tapped her leg and directed her gaze to the clock, making her realize that it was almost time to go to sleep. She took another look at the doll in her hands, decided that she could finish it up the following day and put it away.

Then her gaze wandered to her clothes. Not those she had on at the moment but rather the outfit currently lying on another chair, one which got died pink by a purposefully placed trap involving a can of thick strawberry juice. Shamare herself had gotten drenched upon inadvertently triggering that gizmo and had to spend a fair bit of time scrubbing herself in the shower to get herself clean and wash the scent of strawberries off her skin and fur. As for the clothes, those would probably go back to their normal state as soon as she actually got around to having them washed but the sight of that terrible tint and the scent of strawberries still emanating from those garments made her change her mind and give the finishing touches to that doll right there and then, only putting it away after having applied the last button eye, fully stuffed it and pulled the last stitch taut.

She still didn't go to sleep even after that though, getting a few things out of one of two wooden chests she had in her room and setting them on her desk instead. That was a good time to test out something, she realized, as a positive result would turn really handy very soon.

As for the things she was pulling out, among them was also a certain other doll.

---

It was a rather windy evening, that one, which made the rain feel a fair bit colder than it truly was. Especially up on the uppermost level of Rhodes Island, some especially strong gusts of wind occasionally sweeping across the top deck of the landship. Lunacub's tent, however, was sturdy enough to withstand all of that and then some, the intricate and yet mostly spontaneous patchwork of pelts and cloths of all kinds forming a welcoming, relatively large nest for the lupo, one few people realized at a glance was actually portable. Moving it around did require a bit of time, admittedly, but it was still the main reason why Lunacub's technically unapproved camping had gone interrupted for so long, her tent relocating at irregular intervals to avoid forceful removal.

It was inside there that Lunacub was stitching several bits of clothes together, her spoils from a successful raid into one of Rhodes Island's storage depots. The fabric used for those clothes was really good, durable and either really warm or quite breezy depending on the specific cloth which made them nice for both winter and summer. She didn't like how they looked though, which is why she had decided to try and make one for herself. Stitching a dress together, however, was turning out to be a more difficult task than she had expected. She had taken it for granted that tents would be harder to make since they were bigger, but getting the dress to not only fit her nicely but also actually look good, at least three fourths as good as it did in her mind, was requiring a lot more time than she wanted to admit.

"Want me to give you an hand?" the amused voice of her guest came from behind her "Sounds like you're in trouble"

"I can do this just fine" Lunacub replied as she turned around "And you can't even sew anyway"

Caper was lying on her stomach on top of a couple of pillows, an earphone in one ear, the other currently pulled out.

"And don't call me that. My name's Lunacub. Shortie"

"Suuureee" Caper shot back, rolling around to get on her back instead "That girl you talked about is kind of a disappointment though"

A very smug smirk suddenly appeared on Lunacub's face, one so sharp Caper almost instinctively frowned at it.

"You just haven't caught her interest, bunny. That's why she doesn't play with you. That's not the case with me, of course"

"Hey, hey" the cautus shot back as she got on her knees and leaned forward, pressing the tip of her finger against Lunacub "She just can't catch me, that's all! Nobody can!" she declared with a laugh.

"Suuureee" the lupo replied, emulating Caper's earlier tone "You're just mad you can't get her interested enough to play with you. And there's tons of people here who could catch you" she added while smugly pointing at herself.

"I'm playing already" she proudly declared, sitting back down and making a grandiose gesture with both arms, one the exact meaning of which eluded Lunacub "You just want to cope with having been beaten"

The lupo put down the cloths, the needle and the thread and fully turned around.

"She never beat me! I'll have you know I never once caved in to her demands!" Lunacub shouted.

The truthfulness of that sentence was questionable at best, however, and Caper's wide grin told very well just how aware of that fact she was.

"I'm sure you didn't. That's why you've been using deodorants like you fell into a sewer lately" she said back, making an overly dramatic show of waving fresh air onto her nose while pinching it at the same time.

"At least I'm not the one who had to spend nine hours cleaning the hallways after loading the other kid's water guns with fruits juice"

"You're just envious that you didn't think of that yourself!"

"Why would I think of something so silly when I can spend that time getting food from the canteen?"

"Why would you even sneak into the canteen to grab some food when you can get it from the staff anyway?"

"Ah! This is something only a child would ask! And not understanding it makes you even more of a little kid! Brat! Childish bunny brat!" Lunacub concluded with a smug aura, getting on her tiptoes a little to make up for that ever so tiny height advantage Caper had over her.

"Now listen here, you cheeky... " the cautus began to retort, her words dying in her mouth as she saw Lunacub twitch "Ooohhh, it's that thing again? Hey hey, let me watch this time!"

"As if!" the lupo said back, lunging forward and grabbing Caper much too fast for the cautus to react, swiftly kicking her out of the tent, mostly but not quite exclusively in a figurative way "Don't even think of trying to peep or I'll rat you out on your last three pranks! That shady feline dude would love to hear all about those!"

"Geez, you're no fun!" Caper shouted back from outside the tent.

But, since she received no reply, she decided to just head back to her room and end the day there. Her hood wasn't really meant to shield her from the rain after all, not to mention that the rest of her outfit wasn't either anyway, and since Lunacub had turned the light inside her tent off she couldn't even make out anything of what might be happening inside there. She had entertained the idea of setting up something out of Shamare's door before going to sleep, admittedly, but for some odd reason she didn't find that prospect all that interesting that evening.

As for Lunacub, she was lying on her back on top of a stash of pillows, her ears standing high as she listened on to the sound of Caper's steps growing more and more distant amidst the rain. Only when she was sure the cautus had truly gone away she let out an heavy groan, an hand sliding underneath her dress to grope her own chest while the other moved further down, moving the skirt of her dress out of the way and pulling both her underwear and the shorts she had started wearing over them down, her palm cupping her now bare privates.

She was wet.

She'd been wet almost uninterruptedly for around three and a half weeks by that point, subject as she was to Shamare's remote whims. The only reason her current predicament was lasting more than the five days the vulpo had originally intended it to was Lunacub's repeated attempts at snatching her doll away from Shamare, admittedly, but if anyone were to ask her the lupo would say that was just Shamare's fault to begin with.

The tingly sensation between her legs had been rather weak the past couple of days, and by the feel of it Shamare hadn't applied any itching cream or other such substances to Lunacub's simulacrum either, but that constant state of arousal, sometimes intense, sometimes weak but nonetheless ever lingering had eventually forced Lunacub into wearing shorts underneath her dress to make sure she wouldn't leak around the landship or leave stains when sitting down, not to mention the deodorants she had started to use to hide the scent of her arousal, their fragrances strong enough to annoy her.

She could feel a digit poking her wet entrance that evening, and so she almost instinctively pushed her own fingers inside of her.

That, however, didn't register at all in her mind.

Lunacub's privates were currently cut off from her body, as far as most nerve signals went. No matter how much she tried, nothing she did to her sex felt good. Nor painful, for that matter, nor anything else. Even with two fingers buried as deep within herself as she could push them, she could only know they were actually there by looking at herself. Her sense of touch wasn't giving her any sort of feedback.

Those were coming from a doll Shamare had made of Lunacub. The lupo didn't really know how exactly -and, for that matter, nobody aboard Rhodes Island would even be able to explain how it worked from a theoretical standpoint- but the vulpo had made it so that Lunacub would feel everything that would happen to that specific part of her doll at the cost of not feeling anything that happened to the very same area to her actual, real body.

The practical result of it was that, for nearly an entire month, Lunacub had found herself coerced into abstinence, a chastity belt impossible to pick by virtue of not being physically present on her. To make things even more hopelessly, excruciatingly exciting -not that she'd ever admit that to anyone other than a rather troubled Agnese, who on her part really wasn't sure those were things Lunacub actually needed to share with her- Shamare would occasionally play with Lunacub's doll, poking it, teasing it, using toys on it or even just smearing itching powder or ginger-based cream or what else on it to keep her frustrated. Not at regular intervals either, which had effectively forced the lupo into providing Shamare with her complete, detailed schedule to avoid any especially unpleasant accidents. Now, Shamare would have hardly played with that doll had she not had said schedule in the first place. She didn't want to accidentally injure Lunacub by distracting her during something like training and the like. But that was precisely why the lupo had gone out of her way to provide her with it, making a point to complain about that as loudly as she could while handing it to the vulpo.

Lunacub had been teased with neither rhyme nor reason for long enough to have grown desperate during those weeks, and perhaps that was the reason why she was feeling rather confident that Shamare would actually grant her release that evening, that she would let her have an orgasm after that long, excruciating month.

The privacy of her tent giving her an intimate sense of security, reinforced by the rain and wind making it especially unlikely that anyone would wander around on the deck at that hour, Lunacub allowed herself to moan freely as a vibration began to shake her privates, her juices dripping down her thighs already as her hips shivered on their own, her arousal so high even a stimulation as weak as that one was almost enough to get her over the edge.

Almost.

That was the cursed word. Lunacub insisted on pushing her fingers deep within herself, scratching her sensitive spot in a stubborn, fruitless rejection of her current predicament, but none of that was doing anything for her. Her other hand, however, was providing some additional stimulation, groping her own chest, rubbing her stiff nipples and pinching them, warm jolts running through her body.

Then she bit her lips as she realized what words she was about to say, because regardless of how much privacy she might have inside there there were some things she just would never speak out loud, drowning them out with a long, soft moan instead as something pushed against her, tender waves shaking her stiff clit, sweat running down her skin as her climax approached more and more.

She could feel it, she was there, she was almost there. Whatever thing it was that Shamare was using in her room was doing wonders for Lunacub, her privates shaking and vibrating as the futility of her own fingering grew too intense to bear, her hand moving up to join the other one in fondling her chest, a rather loud shriek escaping her whenever she pinched her own nipples with a fair bit more strength than needed, those little jolts of pain taking her even closer to the edge, her hips bucking on their own as the heat within her burned hotter and brighter.

On the very verge of climax, every single strand of Lunacub's fur stood up, her breathing coming to a brief stop as her muscles grew tense, a wave of bliss beginning to tip over, shaking her entire body, leaving her breathless as it took her into her much too long-awaited orgasm.

It faded.

It took her more than just a few moments to fully process it, so sudden and complete had the change been.

It was abating, everything but her excitement was settling down, and that in turn made said excitement transform into sheer, raging frustration.

"What in the world?!" she shouted as she got back to her knees, her scream drowning out the rain falling on her tent "This is outrageous! It's not fair!"

It was as if someone had taken away her senses as soon as she had reached her climax and only gave them back when her high passed, leaving her with all the arousal and none of the satisfaction, her breaths still a bit ragged from her stolen orgasm, her privates dripping to the point of staining the pillow underneath her.

"I swear I'm gon-ah?!"

Just as Lunacub was about to get on her feet and dash out, rain and wind and hour be damned, another vibrating sensation hit her where she loved it to, a sudden jolt of pleasure shooting up from between her legs all the way to the tip of her ears and tail. Taken by surprise, her legs gave out and she fell on an horribly badly folded blanket. Stolen as it might've been, her missed climax had still left her sensitive, the unblockable assault on her nethers feeling considerably more intense than the previous one even though the stimulation itself wasn't any stronger. Gripping the blanket underneath her with both hands, she let out a moan of both bliss and anxiety as her hips trembled, her insides contracting on nothing as the heat built up, the release she longed for creeping closer and closer, her breath catching in her throat as it finally-

-it faded again.

The pleasure dissipated, her orgasm passing by her as if refusing to so much as graze her, to let her experience it, leaving her with just the build up and some faint traces of what could be described as the afterglow, the lack of the central, most satisfying part making the entire experience an exercise in frustration and unsated desire.

"You can't do this to me!" she shouted as she got back up again "You shorty! Kid! You don't even have a pa-aaaaahhhh?!"

Just like a few moments earlier, another shock kicked her off her feet. Lunacub just barely managed to avoid landing on her face as heat built up within her again, all those days of frustration and teasing combining with the two missed climaxes to turn her burning desire into a searing need, a primal wish for release.

"Please, please, please I'm almost there, come on please!" she shouted, taking a bit of comfort in the fact that nobody was around to hear her as sweat ran down her skin, her hands almost clawing at the blanket while her tail kept wagging left and right without a pause.

A pitiful groan then escaped her as her rightful orgasm was mockingly taken from her yet again, leaving her with nothing but an even stronger arousal.

The vibrating toy then came back once more, hitting her much too sensitive privates through the doll in Shamare's grasp, quickly leaving her with just more disappointment, anger, need and frustration, not to mention the unbearable arousal shaking her legs even as she managed to get up to her feet and fix her clothes, at least to a degree, a terrible itch spreading within her nethers as Shamare no doubt applied something weird to the doll again, that ginger paste by the feel of it.

A mixture of clarity and instinct told her to wait a minute or two before venturing out of her tent, to see if Shamare had really stopped, but Lunacub ended up dashing out after forty seconds at most anyway, running like the wind across the deck, through the halls, down the stairs and at one point even sneaking through the air ducts of Rhodes Island just to get to her destination even a single moment sooner.

And yet she just couldn't find Shamare's dorm room that night, no matter how hard she searched for it.

Almost as if her eyes showed her a wall of solid still where another hallway was supposed to be instead.

Shamare slept quite peacefully that night.

---

Morning classes ranged from somewhat interesting to remarkably boring for Shamare, with some subjects changing rating in her mind depending on what specific topic they were covering at the moment. The classmates were a fair bit variegated too but, while Shamare didn't have any beef with anyone, she only really talked with two of them on the regular and two others occasionally, everyone else sort of teetered at the edge of what was perceived as her social circle without daring to try and step into it. Had it not been for Popukar and Suzuran, there was a good chance the other kids would've kept more of a distance from her. Shamare herself was fine with that, perhaps she was even a little content with such a situation even. She could feel no real animosity aimed at her nor did her other classmates go out of their way to avoid her, they just made no real attempt at interacting with her. That was relaxing, she would say if someone somehow managed to force her to voice her opinion.

As for that particular morning, classes went by relatively uneventfully and Shamare and Popukar found themselves waiting around the classroom for a while without going anywhere even as the other students cleared the area, some moving in groups, some having an adult coming to pick them up and a couple going off on their own. As for why exactly the two was still there, they were waiting for Morte. The doll had left the classroom at the start of the last class to have a stroll and it was supposed to be coming back at just around that time. In the meanwhile, the two were chatting about Popukar's new hat, which was by all means perfectly identical to the one she had before. To all the ones she had before. Shamare was one of the very, very few people who had actually commended the cautus' choice of getting herself at least thirty spares of that hat, so Popukar really liked talking about that with her. Especially because Shamare was the one fixing them up when they got torn or damaged one way or another. The vulpo had even tried teaching her how to stitch them back together herself, but as it turned out Popukar was just hopeless with needle and thread, to the point Shamare put an end to those lessons to avoid making the cautus accidentally stab herself with a needle.

Their conversation got interrupted by Morte's return, Shamare's nose picking up its faint scent before their ears could hear its exceptionally soft footsteps or their eyes could spot it walking into the hallway from behind the corner.

But something was wrong with the doll.

Something was terribly wrong with her doll, so much so that Popukar nearly started shaking out of nervousness. Now, to be honest the cautus would've found those bright pink doodles written with some sort of marker all over Morte really cute, had they just been on any other doll. But she knew Shamare too well to appreciate them at the moment.

Because Shamare didn't like that color, nor those sort of silly drawings, all the oversimplified smiling faces and stupid flowers and fat animals and the like. But that wasn't the worst part. She could stand her doll getting itself beaten up when it got into a fight with that caprinae mannequin, which on its part didn't really come out unscathed from those confrontations either. It was stupid of Morte to do that, but something about it just didn't sit all that wrong with the vulpo. She could always just stitch it back together, replace its stuffing, fix it up.

But drawing on Morte was different. That was something she just couldn't let slide. It wasn't any better than erasing out a part of someone else's canvas to replace it with something different, or tearing away a page from a book and gluying an entirely different one in its place. It was an attempt at altering the creation.

"Cute, ain't it?" Caper said, leaning back against a wall while twirling a marker between her fingers "Pink suits it a lot"

"Ah, Caper... why weren't you in class this morning?" Popukar asked.

"Medical checkup" she replied with a clearly bored look on her face "I get I can't skip out on that, but they could at least put something nice like a tv or something there, right?"

"Oh, yes, the doctors' offices are bit... not very fun... " Popukar concurred, carefully picking her words because she didn't want to outright say that the medical ward was boring.

Shamare, in the meanwhile, had crouched down as Morte walked up to her. She ran her hands over it, feeling the tactile difference between the clean and dirty parts of the doll, but she didn't pick it up like usual. Without getting up herself either, she instead moved her gaze to Caper. The two stared at each other for a long, long couple of seconds, then Popukar crouched next to Shamare.

"Ehm, I think Caper is upset because you ignore her" she whispered into her ear.

Shamare turned around to look Popukar in the eye, which incidentally made Caper tap her foot on the floor a couple of times.

"Why do you believe so?"

"Because she always plays pranks on everyone, but... you never react to any of them, and lately it feels like she started targeting you, and I don't think that's good because you don't like pranks, so... I-I can try and talk her out of it?"

Shamare's head bent a little to the left. Her right ear did half a twitch. Her tail stood perfectly still. She... appreciated the offer, but she had a feeling such an attempt would end with either no results or a couple of broken limbs on Caper's end of the conversation, because for as much as she tried Popukar still occasionally had troubles controlling her strength.

... the latter option was somewhat intriguing, admittedly, but Shamare was the one tasked with supervising Popukar whenever they were together so she'd end up getting in trouble for something like that. Not to mention that Popukar herself would surely feel bad about accidentally hurting someone, and Shamare would've found neither amusement nor joy in that.

"... no, its fine. You promised Bubble you would meet up at Beanstalk's cafe, you shouldn't make her wait"

"Ah! That's true, but... "

"Popukar. I'm fine" Shamare said, bringing an hand up to gently pat her friend's head "... thanks"

"Ok then. But don't get too angry with her, I'm sure she just wants to be friends with you"

"I'm not angry"

"Mnh"

And so Popukar stood back up, waved both Shamare and Caper goodbye and left.

"You gonna stay silent all day, kid?" she asked while tossing the marker into her other hand and twirling it around some more.

Now, Caper was admittedly a fair bit taller than Shamare, around twelve centimeters or so, but despite what the height difference might suggest she wasn't actually older than her. The fact that she still decided to address Shamare as if she was her senior, however, didn't seem to get any reaction out of the vulpo. Perhaps because she was focused on her eyes instead.

... Shamare knew that gaze. She had seen it before. Or rather, she saw it rather often, even if just from a single person, so she had learned to recognize it. She sort of hoped to be wrong though, because being right on that would definitively mean she'd end up even busier than she already was. It might be a little bit entertaining, perhaps, but she wasn't exactly on the hunt for more ways to spend her time.

"Are you a friend of Lunacub?"

The question came suddenly, and didn't seem at all related to the situation at hand. Taken by surprise, Caper blinked a couple of times and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It almost looked like she had just hopped in place.

"We hang out. Oh, don't tell me" she began to ask with a smile, her hand moving to her mouth, two fingers coming to rest on her upper lip in an oddly taunting gesture "You're worried she might realize I'm more fun than you?"

Much to Caper's annoyance, that didn't get any reaction out of the vulpo either. She had sort of expected that, in truth, she had been trying to rile her up for quite a while by then after all, but she nonetheless figured it was worth at least a try. Rather than answering that provocation in any way, however, Shamare took her backpack off and put it down in front of herself, opening it and sinking both hands into it as if to look for something.

"... oh come on, you can-aaahhh!?"

Something hit Caper all of a sudden. She couldn't tell what it was, she couldn't even tell where it had come from, but she felt it.

That hadn't been a strike of any kind though, no. She felt something warm and large softly wrapping around her for a moment, grabbing her even, and then a sudden warmth exploded deep within her, manifesting all at once between her legs, immediately tipping over and crashing through the rest of her body, a burst of pleasure so unexpected and inexplicable it knocked her right off her feet. She managed to stick her landing somewhat, an hand dashing to her mouth because she had absolutely no intention of being heard making that sort of sounds in the hallways, but the feeling was still there, lingering in her every fiber and slowly abating. Bending a little to make sure her rather oversized coat would keep Shamare from seeing what she was about to do, she moved an hand down between her legs, her fingers finding her underwear suddenly wet with arousal, her breath left ragged by that nonsensical orgasm.

"Was tha-ahmnhf?!"

Slapping herself again to make sure she'd stay at least a little quiet, silently thankful that the classrooms were always empty between the end of the morning lessons and the start of the afternoon activities, Caper's body jolted on the floor again as another orgasm shook her from within with no buildup whatsoever, the wave of intense pleasure flowing through her definitively more intense than those she got when doing it normally by herself.

"Why youuaah-" she tried to speak again as she got back up, only for another sudden climax to knock her to the floor again as Shamare clearly kept doing something inside her backpack, her expression still as flat and distant as ever even as she silently mused that turning the inside of her backpack into a portable ritual circle had truly been worth the hassle.

"I have to clean up Morte" the vulpo said as she somehow effortlessly forced another instant orgasm upon Caper, leaving her surprisingly out of breath and utterly disoriented "And have lunch. If you have something to tell me, come to my room in the afternoon. But do it early"

And with those words Shamare put her backpack on again, turned around and left as if nothing worthy of mention had happened. Caper tried to chase after her but, for some reason weird reason she couldn't grasp, her ankles were stuck to each other, as if someone had tied a rope around them, and no matter how much she shouted at her the vulpo simply ignored her.

Shamare, on her part, let Morte slip into the backpack and calmly made her way to the cafeteria where she ate a quick lunch and grabbed something to bring back to her room, which was her next destination. Once there, the first thing she did was let Morte out and watch it off as it headed into the bathroom to clean itself, then she put the few things she had just bought in the mini fridge -kids got a small allowance on Rhodes Island- and only then did she pull the doll shaped like Caper out of her backpack, together with her textbooks, her notebooks, her pencil case and a couple more things which didn't seem all that related to school. She put all of that away except the doll, then she took a small glass jar she had brought with her to class that morning and put it on the desk. The inside of it was lined with a cloth making it impossible to see what was inside. Then, and only then, did she undo the string she had tied around the legs of Caper's doll. After that she made her preparations because, for better or for worse, she was rather certain that was going to be quite a long afternoon, possibly quite a long evening too.

Morte came back from the bathroom shortly after, and Shamare gave it a vigorous scrub with a brush to fully get the pink stains off it. After all that she sat down at last, meaning to spend some time reading a book while her doll made itself comfortable against her leg. Not on her lap, because it was still a bit too wet for that. It would dry soon though, Morte always did dry faster than other dolls.

Not much time went by before someone knocked at her door though, and by the sound of it Shamare also knew exactly who the person who had just come to bother her was. She almost wished to be wrong, if only because being right meant she had gotten familiar enough with that lupo to recognize her just from her knocking. But she didn't really think she actually cared enough to have such strong feelings about such a trivial matter anyway, so she just pulled the half-thought out of the soil of her mind before it could sprout into something more annoying and tossed it away.

The knocking, on the other hand, did grow more bothersome, so Shamare fetched Lunacub's doll and ran a string around its wrists, linking them to the neck and waist to restrict their movements without making them outright useless, although the freedom of movement allowed by that restraint was so minor they might as well have been simply tied behind her back instead. Incidentally, the knocks at her door stopped. Then she did the same with the ankles, leaving them even less freedom, and went to answer at last, doll still in hand, Morte walking at her side.

"You!" Lunacub pretty much shouted, both her index fingers pointed at Shamare, her fur standing straight up.

"Come in" Shamare replied flatly as she stepped aside, not quite inviting the lupo in as much as she simply stopped keeping her out.

"Like this?!" she said back, making a show of how little she could move her arms and -especially- her legs with her doll restrained as it was.

"If you have no business to settle today, I will see you tomorrow" the vulpo declared as she began to close the door again.

"No wait wait! Fine, make way!" Lunacub begrudgingly complied, a very annoyed pout on her face as she walked in with tiny steps, her gaze fixed on her simulacrum firmly in Shamare's grasp.

The door then closed behind her, and Shamare walked back to stand in front of her.

"Give them back!"

Seeing no point in beating around that bush, the vulpo decided to just set it on fire instead and grabbed the glass jar she had taken out from her backpack earlier, taking the lid off and pulling something out of it. A weird ball of sort, a little marble which seemed to be filled with swirling water, or maybe that was dirty air, it was hard to tell.

"What's that?"

Lunacub was too stupid to understand with words. That's what Shamare's inexpressive gaze seemed to suggest to the lupo at least, which got her even more, shall we say, annoyed. Regardless of whether she had truly meant anything with her expression or lack thereof, Shamare simply pushed the tiny marble into Lunacub's doll.

The lupo jolted. A sudden burst of warmth erupted between her legs, her hips shaking and her knees nearly giving out as the release she had longed for since nearly a month ago finally hit her, her muscles tensing up as she failed to hold in a blissful moan of elation.

... well, not quite.

It surely started off the right way, the perfect way even, but her climax disappeared just as if not even more quickly than it had started, leaving her somehow even more frustrated than before, the searing need between her legs driving her crazy.

"This is yours" Shamare simply stated as the same marble she had pushed into the doll fell out of it into her open hand "But as long as you have this on, you can't have it" she added, tapping the weird crown of entwined feathers and thread and -were those bits of lemon peel?- placed on the head of Lunacub's doll "Neither this one nor any others like it"

"What the- then take it off! And give those back, all of them!"

Shamare wondered how far she could go with that. She was already rather surprised to have actually managed to extract the stimulation from Lunacub -even if through the doll as a medium- and preserve it in a physical form. Could she perhaps preserve the mental suggestion of having a limb cut off then physically insert it into someone else to have that person's limb severed instead? Or would the sensation not translate to a physical reaction in that case? How long could things like that even last outside a body? Would Lunacub's orgasm still be there a year later if left unused, or would it dissipate on its own with time? Those thoughts were... mildly intriguing, she realized. Which in turn felt a little annoying. Either way, that was not important at the moment, nor was it anything Lunacub needed to hear, so she pushed all that stuff to the back of her mind.

"This is the only one left"

Lunacub blinked. Her tail, which to be completely honest had been kind of wagging ever since Shamare had remotely bound her limbs, stopped moving.

"... ah?"

"I gave the others to Carlie. ... Caper" she added, because she wasn't sure whether Lunacub knew her actual name or not.

"That traitorous bunny! And you too, how dare you hand out my orgasms to others without my consent!"

Shamare nearly felt like rolling her eyes a bit. Was she seriously having such a conversation?

"Lunacub"

Her usually neutral tone got replaced by an ever so slightly cold one as the lupo's name left her lips, a thrilling shiver running down Lunacub's spine then turning to travel up all the way to the tip of her tail, anticipation, excitement, arousal and anxiety all contributing to making her sweat.

"Be a good cub and I will reward you before sending you away later" she said as Morte poked Lunacub between her legs with a stick, the realization that she had actually felt that at last nearly making her jump with joy "I will not punish you today, no matter what you do. And I will give you at most two warnings. Reach the third and you will have to wait another month before another chance of getting what you want" she concluded as she gestured towards the lupo's stolen orgasm.

An intense mix of conflicting emotions crept up on Lunacub's face.

Shamare was... kind of lying, in truth. Keeping the connection between the lupo and the doll active for that long was starting to wear her out, and to be completely honest she was surprised she had even managed to keep it up for nearly a month to begin with. Connections which only relayed sensations without turning them into real, physical changes were much less burdensome admittedly, but a month was still a month. With that said, Lunacub herself had no need to know any of that.

"Tell me, Lunacub" she said, her voice having grown ever so slightly colder, ever so slightly sharper "What are you?"

Snapping herself out of whatever thoughts had taken over her mind, the lupo fixed her defiant glare on the little vulpo in front of her.

"I'm your elder!"

No answer. No reaction. Not even a little slap to her doll's face, nothing.

"... I'm the leader of the second greatest pack of Siracusa"

Shamare's lips parted but, just as soon as the smile had crept up on Lunacub's face, just as swiftly it faded as she actually heard the vulpo's words.

"This if your first warning, Lunacub. What are you?"

No, no no no no that couldn't be real! She had to punish her! That's how it worked! Oh, that's it, she just had to be more rebell- no wait hold on stop, what if she seriously got kicked back out of her room? Shamare wouldn't do that, right? Oh, she absolutely would, Lunacub realized, that little creature was sadistic enough to enjoy watching her writhe in agony and pent up arousal for another full four weeks. And while the thought did leave the lupo weak in the knees and wet between the legs, she wasn't sure she could actually stand that much more denial.

"I... I'm... your... pup... " she said, the humiliation making the searing need she was feeling in her privates that much more intense.

"What kind of cub?" Shamare inquired, her voice back to its usual, exceptionally neutral tone.

Lunacub's eyes shot open, a shiver she almost didn't want to recognize as terribly pleasant running through her, making her fur stand up and her ears lie down.

"A... what kind of- ah! I'm... " she stammered, waiting to see whether Shamare would stop her, spare her from having to say it out loud "I'm... an... an obedient pup"

Shamare lifted her hand and, without a word, brought it back down on the rear of Lunacub's doll, a sudden, sharp sensation hitting her butt as the spank shook her, a tender, blissful kind of pain spreading through her buttocks.

"Go on"

"Eh? Ah, wha... oh, you can't be ser- " Lunacub began to say, only to stop immediately as she saw Shamare's lips beginning to open again.

She dropped to her knees instead. She wasn't sure what the vulpo wanted from her exactly, but... she guessed she wanted her to humiliate herself, so she got on all fours -or as close to it as she could- and looked up at her. It wasn't exactly a comfortable position to hold, given how little she could pull her wrists away from her chest at the moment, but that was thrilling too. In response, Shamare crouched down, still managing to look down on Lunacub given how close to the ground the lupo's head was, and scratched the doll softly, on its chin and behind the ears. Pleasant tingles shot through Lunacub, her tail wagging almost against her will as Shamare petted her, a primal instinct to roll around on her back and expose her belly showing up in the lupo's subconscious and waging war against her pride.

"Good cub" Shamare said, her hand moving to the doll's belly as if she had just red Lunacub's thoughts and scratching her there as well, the lupo making use of every little bit of willpower she could muster to not melt into a puddle as those two words echoed inside her ears again and again, the soft scratches now on her belly, now on her chin, now behind her ears leaving her all warm and fuzzy and relaxed but still oh so terribly in need of release, her hips beginning to sway a little when Morte used a stick to push up her dress, baring her panties -she hadn't put any shorts on that day- and the wetness trailing down along her thighs.

Then Shamare called her companion back and pushed her hand into it, her digits sinking into Morte's fabric as if it was water and coming back out holding a small, writhing mass of purple, half-transparent tentacles, their surface irregular and covered in tiny bumps and protrusions, an odd sheen to the whole thing. Lunacub's heart skipped at least four beats at the sight, the promise of sweet release crushing her desire to speak up and complain about the way she was getting treated. On that particular day their usual play routine was working backwards after all, and that left Lunacub confused, defeated, ashamed and hopelessly excited.

Shamare, on her part, simply latched the small creature to her hand as if she was putting on a glove, a tentacle enveloping each of her fingers, some more covering her palm as well. Then she gave Lunacub's doll to Morte, dragged a second creature out of it to put it on her other hand and pushed her left one into the lupo's mouth, the thin layer of whatever that thing on her hand was preventing them from actually touching each other even as she pinched Lunacub's tongue with two fingers. She made her get back up on her knees by softly dragging her tongue up then pulled her hand away, showing off her index to Lunacub.

"Stay still" she simply ordered as the sight made Lunacub shiver and twitch, her mouth wide open because that's how Shamare had left it and she didn't dare close it at the moment.

Then, without even really giving her time to prepare, Shamare placed her index on the lupo's teeth. The tentacle covering it extended a good three centimeters past the vulpo's fingertip, and most of that length was made up by a cluster of tiny, undulating bristles of sort, minute tendrils which waved and turned all over themselves.

"Have you told Caper about our games?"

Lunacub swallowed a lump of saliva. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and this time it wasn't quite exactly of the pleasant variety. Should she tell the truth? She probably should, but she had a feeling Shamare was kinda upset about that, so maybe-

"I have!" she admitted as soon as she realized Shamare was about to say something, not wanting to risk getting her second warning already.

"This is the second time you couldn't keep quiet about this" the vulpo chastised her, bringing back to the lupo's mind why exactly Goldenglow had ended up joining them and Eyjafjalla for their play sessions "The third time will have permanent consequences for you, Lunacub. But" she added, her index slowly approaching the lupo's parted lips, the tendrils covering its tip waving around as if trying to latch on to Lunacub's mouth "You were honest"

Grabbing the lupo's head with her other hand, the layer of... whatever that thing covering Shamare's flesh was keeping a comfortable layer of separation between them, she used the tendrils extending from her palm and fingers and temporarily linked to her flesh to pat Lunacub and scratch her head a bit before pushing her other index down into her mouth.

The little tentacles coiled around the lupo's teeth, wrapping all around them and rubbing themselves against them, their tips brushing against her soft gums as something which felt a bit like goo poured out from them. Given their size, no more than two or three teeth could be enveloped at the same time, but those were more than enough.

A spark coursed through Lunacub, starting from her gums and running straight into her brain, a tender feeling which made her mind relax and her body grow even more restless. Shamare's grasp on her head, not firm by any means, grew ever so slightly tighter, just enough to make the lupo remember she was supposed to be standing still. So she did just that, turning her every muscle into solid rock as the vulpo slowly moved her index around inside her mouth, the tiny tentacles rubbing her teeth and gums in a way faintly reminiscent of an electric toothbrush.

Lunacub didn't really know why -nor did she care all that much, in truth- but it always felt different when someone other than herself touched her mouth. It was like a bunch of butterflies took flight inside her stomach, leaving it scrambled and pretty and weird, and every little stroke against her gums made her insides twitch, her privates burning with heat as her fluids began to form a small puddle on the floor underneath her, her thighs rubbing against each other in a desperate effort at getting some degree of stimulation down there too.

Shamare had told her she'd reward her that day, and she never went back on her word without a really good reason. But Lunacub realized she had no intention of giving her that sort of reward yet when Shamare started softly scrubbing her gums with her index, every tender back and fort of her digit inside her mouth setting off sparks inside the lupo's mind, making her that much more desperate for said sparks to turn into radiant flames of raw pleasure.

That, Shamare wouldn't allow. Not so soon. So she slowly ran over all of Lunacub's lower gums, then she moved back tapping every single tooth one at a time, making her jolt and twitch like a barely charged spring toy, almost seeing the sheer, absolute need in her pleading eyes, the wild way her tail was wagging making it plenty clear just how much Lunacub was enjoying the treatment.

Then Shamare briefly moved her gaze to Morte, giving it a silent command. Following it, the living doll grabbed the legs of Lunacub's simulacrum and held them, preventing her from even rubbing her thighs together. Bringing her eyes back to the lupo, Shamare moved her index to the upper jaw, taking her sweet time scrubbing every tooth, rubbing every gum and wondering whether she truly found the way the lupo writhed under her touch amusing, whether she really enjoyed the constant, wordless pleas for release Lunacub was casting with her eyes, whether she actually had found her desire to get denied just a little bit longer entertaining.

Lunacub, on her part, had grabbed her own hands and was currently holding them as tightly as she could. Partially because she felt she just had to do something with them but she couldn't even turn them around to touch her own chest with the way her wrists were bound, let alone reach her privates, and partially -arguably mostly- to avoid accidentally grabbing Shamare instead. The vulpo didn't like touching others, that was at least half the reason why she always used either ordinary gloves or the doll or those tentacular ghosts or whatever they were during those play sessions, and she downright loathed being touched. Why exactly that was the case, Lunacub didn't know. She had many guesses admittedly, but she had never bothered asking Shamare what was up with her. Because that didn't really hinder their games, and also because if Shamare herself never brought it up then Lunacub saw no reason to waste time talking about it either.

An especially intense wave of tingly butterflies flew through her when Shamare rested her gloved finger on her tongue, the little tendrils wrapping around the warm, soft flesh and scrubbing it all over, weakly pulling it at the same time and making the lupo a little dizzy, the absurdity of feeling things like that from her mouth still leaving her puzzled.

Perhaps she truly liked it, Shamare found herself thinking as she simply stared at Lunacub's trembling body, at the way she shivered under the soft ministrations of the tendrils on her tongue, as she followed her saliva with her gaze as it trailed out of her lips, down along her chin and then further down to the floor, as she tried her hardest to hold back her laughs as the tendrils crawled to the underside of her tongue and softly tickled the sensitive flesh.

The thought was annoying. Assuming she truly liked it, she still didn't really know why. So she pushed the entire matter out of her head, focusing only on the act itself and leaving whatever she might think or feel about it out of the equation.

Then someone else knocked at the door.

"That was good" Shamare casually said to a clearly puzzled Lunacub, scratching her chin a little bit with both hands before pulling both creatures off herself and stuffing them back into Morte "Now stay quiet. Like a good pup" she added, those last words taking whatever Lunacub might've been about to say and tenderly shoving it right back down her throat, the lupo making a brief and very poor attempt at keeping her tail still.

Shamare, on her part, simply walked to the door and opened it a little, just enough to look out into the hallway.

"Took you long enough. I was about to leave" Caper said with that typical, smug smile of hers "Alright, listen. Popukar told me you really don't like having your little doll toyed with, so... sorry about that, ok?" she added, offering her hand for a shake.

Shamare didn't really look at that hand thouhg, her gaze was fixed on Caper's eyes instead. Nor did she move to accept the handshake, and perhaps that was the reason why the cautus seemed quite bummed. She did at least walk out into the hallway though, leaving the door ajar behind her.

"Want an hug instead?" Caper asked, a certain underlying amusement to her words as she spread both arms wide.

Figuring that the former option would stay the best one no matter what else the cautus might come up with, Shamare silently moved her hand forward too and Caper grabbed it with surprising calm.

Then she slammed her other hand on the back of Shamare's.

Something popped with a brief, loud bang as an explosion of brightly colored confetti filled Shamare's field of view for a moment, perhaps two, the small storm of wasted paper -as she considered those things to be- fluttering in the air all around them and slowly falling back down.

"Oh, come on!" Caper complained, the only reaction that had gotten out of Shamare being a minor, asymmetrical twitch of her ears "Does your face even work? Here, like this" she continued as she pulled her own cheeks and dragged them up into a silly smile "You can do this, right?"

Yes, Shamare mused. Those eyes were the same ones Lunacub stared at her with when she wanted to get tied down and turned into a toy.

The vulpo let out a faint hint of a sigh, which nearly made Caper jump with excitement. Before the cautus could say anything, however, Shamare spoke up herself.

"You can turn around and leave right now, Carlie Lander" she said flatly, something vaguely resembling an odd, not at all hostile sort of disdain in her otherwise completely inexpressive eyes "I will open the door again within a minute. If I find you here when I do, I will consider that as your consent"

Caper, who on her part felt a little uneasy about having her full name called out so suddenly by someone who wasn't even supposed to know her first name, let alone her last, bent her head a little. Her ears trembled a little bit, though it looked more like they had vibrated for a split second.

"Consent to what? Ooohhh, don't tell me you're gonna prank me back?"

"To everything" Shamare simply answered before disappearing back into her room, leaving Caper equally puzzled and intrigued.

She recalled the things Lunacub had told her and, while she really didn't believe all of them, she still wanted to see at least a bit of those games for herself, even if only to quench her curiosity. And she still had to figure out what Shamare had done to her earlier that day as well. Getting into her room sounded like a nice start to that investigation, although snooping around would probably be a bit hard with Shamare herself around. But she was sure she would manage somehow.

Then, however, something pulled her ankles together. She nearly fell down from how suddenly it happened, waving her arms around and ultimately falling forward so that she could lean against the door for support and push herself back up.

"No way, again?" she complained -not really- as she tried to move her feet apart, with nothing to show for her efforts.

Walking was simply impossible with her legs in that condition, but she figured she could still jump to move. With that said, she had no intention of doing that, none at all. For starter, she'd just look silly. Caper wasn't exactly all that concerned with appearances but she did believe reputation to be important, and hers would definitively take an hit if someone saw her hopping around like she was wearing a sack of potatoes on her legs. Heck, it had already happened before lunch, she couldn't afford to let it happen again so soon, let alone within the very same day. With that said, she was also really curious to find out what exactly was going on behind that door and what Shamare was up to.

"Hey!" she called out as she started knocking again "What's-?!"

Her words got cut short when something invisible wrapped around her wrist, right after she had knocked on the door, and pulled her hand down to her thigh, whatever force had grabbed her running a circle around her leg too and binding her wrist to it.

"Ohy! This ain't fair!" she shouted, resorting to banging her head against the door -not too strongly, for obvious reasons- as her other hand got bound to her other thigh.

Shamare's room was sort of out of the way, in truth, not many people walked by that particular hallway unless they happened to be heading to one of the few rooms hosted there, but a couple of people still happened to pass by. None of them bothered to check out what was actually happening however, since both Caper and Shamare had a certain sort of reputation on the landship -entirely different in nature, but a reputation nonetheless- and that convinced the few passersby to not get involved into what hopefully was just a little squabble between kids.

Squabble which suddenly grew very quiet as Caper felt something soft run around her head while another thing filled her mouth. It was stiff, hard, a bit cold, but it also felt like it was utterly drenched in a certain substance. Caper recognized that foul thing, that sticky and gooey texture which stuck to every corner of her mouth like cheap glue, and the taste was just as unmistakable, that overbearingly sweet flavor which covered everything else and left her unable to actually savor any decent food for at least an hour. She tried to spit out whatever had been shoved into her mouth, or at least the honey smeared on it and slowly dripping all over her tongue, teeth and lips, only to realize that there was nothing for her to physically get rid of. To make things worse, she couldn't even close her mouth like that. It was really as if someone had shoved an entire jar of that stupid stuff into her mouth with the lid open and then tied it to her face so that she couldn't push it out, she couldn't even articulate any meaningful sound in that condition. Had she not been able to still breathe just fine with her mouth she would've sworn her throat was clogged up by honey.

Her ears trembled, and underneath her coat her tail did too.

Then the door opened again. Caper felt something ethereal, warm large grab her, lift her off the floor and carry her inside, her eyes catching a glimpse of Morte closing the door behind her and using a stool to get up high enough to lock it as she floated in. Then her gaze quickly moved around the room, falling on a very flustered, clearly excited Lunacub sitting on her knees -the puddle underneath her was eloquent enough to make the cautus blush a little- and on what could reasonably be described as a rather large dollhouse resting on Shamare's desk, the vulpo herself barely visible through some windows of the house's facade. Caper wasn't all that familiar with gothic stuff so the term didn't really cross her mind to describe what she could see of the dollhouse, words like gloomy or dark or even depressing better describing her impression of it, but she could tell that the thing wasn't shaped like an house at all past the facade roughly facing her way.

"She caught you, uh?" Lunacub said with a smug smile on her face, her words catching Caper's attention.

The cautus tried to talk back but, with her mouth in that state, she couldn't really say anything. With the way the lupo was staring at her, that felt especially grating.

Shamare, on her part, ignored them both as she finished her preparations. Just as Caper had guessed, the inside of that dollhouse wasn't a dollhouse at all. No, that was the replacement Shamare had come up with for the wooden stands she usually used to fix Lunacub's -or Goldenglow, or Eyjafjalla's- doll in place when they played. It was a fair bit more cumbersome, but also allowed for more flexibility. The inside of the house was filled with little hooks and anchor points of all kinds placed all over, the ankles of the lupo's doll currently secured to a little steel clip on the wall to make sure she couldn't move more than the equivalent of a step or two from her position. There were also a lot of little drawers inside that dollhouse, filled with all manner of weird things: brushes, needles, threads, suspicious powders, soil from a few different countries, at least one knife, tiny jars of water, pencils and so on and so forth. As for Caper's doll, its ankles tied together, its wrists each bound to the thighs and a miniature gag drenched in honey tied on its mouth, Shamare placed it lying on its back on the dollhouse's floor, secured her chest down with a simple string and pulled the legs up, anchoring them to an hook on the ceiling and fixing the cautus in a position which could accurately described as an L.

Caper, whose body had moved against her will to respond to what her brain believed was happening as a consequence of Shamare's Arts, tried once again to say something in protest as Shamare finally entered her field of view again. The vulpo silently mused whether she could manage to exert such a fine, precise control even without using a doll with enough training, but the thought was dull and uninteresting so she didn't linger on it at all and simply watched it pass by without holding on to it.

What she did instead was stare at Caper, and something about her gaze sent a cold, oddly pleasant shiver down the cautus' spine. A brief moment went by, then Shamare simply grabbed the cautus's shoes and started undoing their laces. She tried to pull away, but her ankles were suspended just up high enough to keep her lower back from actually touching the floor. Combined with whatever it was -a simple string tied over her doll- that held her chest down, she couldn't move much at all and whatever attempt at protesting she tried to voice came out as a muffled, meaningless noise instead. Rather, trying to speak only made her more conscious of the overly sweet taste of honey in her mouth. When did Shamare even find out she hated honey, Caper wondered.

The question got kicked out of her mind when Shamare got done with her shoes, sliding them off Caper's feet and putting them down on the floor with a lot more care than the cautus had expected.

Then the vulpo's eyes grew a little bit narrow as she stared at Caper, her toes and heels already naked because, as it turned out, her ribbed sock and thighhigh ended with a stirrup, covering only a small string across her soles and leaving the rest of her feet exposed.

"Hey, shortie!" Lunacub called out, her words getting what somehow sounded like a chuckle out of Caper, the cautus' arrival and the way she was seemingly stealing Shamare's attention away having emboldened her somewhat "You're not forgetting about me, right?"

Shamare simply turned around to stare at her, her cold gaze making Lunacub tremble and shiver, her thighs once again rubbing against each other since Morte wasn't holding them down at the moment. Talking about Morte, the doll walked up to Shamare and made some gestures nobody other than her could understand. She then picked her companion up and sank her hand into it again, Caper's eyes growing wide at the sight, doubly so when Shamare pulled a small cluster of tentacles out of Morte and walked towards the lupo with it.

"So? Finally come to your senses?" Lunacub asked, her pride and her inner desire to act up having apparently managed to resurface, although her tail really seemed to be telling a rather different story.

"This is your second warning"

The lupo froze, something Caper found equally amusing and concerning. Well, her tail hadn't really stopped moving, but other than that the lupo was as still as a statue, a tormented pleasure written all over her face. Caper's thoughts didn't linger much on it, however, as something else had her almost undivided attention at the moment. Shamare simply turned around, taking some very mild amusement in Lunacub's current state as she brought her gaze to the cautus. She stepped back to her, casually guiding some of the smaller tendrils of the creature in her grasp into her palm and wrist just like she had done earlier, the tentacles sliding into her skin and flesh as if they were water and partially latching to her nerves, a sensation vaguely resembling nausea briefly filling her and then fading away. She moved her fingers a bit, then the tentacles of the creature latched to her hand, and then she touched her other hand with those to check whether she had gotten the connection right. It didn't quite feel like she was actually touching things when she used those tentacles, it was somehow more impersonal than that. Getting the connection to work like that was actually rather tricky, she couldn't quite get it right all the time, but she seemed to have nailed it on that particular occasion. Satisfied with it, or at least not disappointed by it, she ran her gaze over Caper.

Said gaze, however, trailed from the tip of the cautus' feet, still struggling against the restraints binding her doll in place, down along her thighs, which some would've described as plump, other as thick, Shamare simply as rather fat.

Now, Caper's coat was a little too large for someone her size, but the same couldn't be said for the miniskirt she wore underneath. And, given the position she was currently stuck in, the two garments left her panties pretty much completely exposed, enough for Shamare to see the stain spreading on them. Not like she needed visual confirmation for that though. Being a vulpo, and in particular being in a relatively small room the scents of which she was intimately familiar with, her nose had already informed her of Caper's arousal long before her eyes could double-check the information. She had started smelling it from the moment she had dragged her inside, bound and helpless, but her excitement had had a sudden spike the moment Shamare had pulled that little tentacular creature out of Morte, and now it was written all over the cautus' face that she couldn't wait for whatever might be coming next.

... probably.

Caper, on her part, almost couldn't believe her eyes. Lunacub had told her a lot of weird stuff about Shamare, yes, and while she hadn't written all of those nonsensical rambles off as lies she hadn't really bought into all of them either. Now, the lupo hadn't really told her literally everything, otherwise the cautus wouldn't have been so startled when her movements got restricted from afar, but one thing she had mentioned were the clusters of tentacles Shamare could pull out of Morte. Lunacub still wasn't sure whether calling them ghosts would've been correct or not, in truth, and neither her nor Caper really cared about their names anyway, but the cautus had thought those to be some silly joke the lupo was trying to pull on her.

But no, they were real.

Those things were real, and Shamare had just put one on as if it were a glove. A dozen or so of half-transparent tentacles of varying length and girt squirmed to her command, some barely bigger than her pinkie finger, others a little over thrice that in size, each covered in tons of little bumps and nubs, an almost glistening sheen covering them like some sort of oil or lotion. And the vulpo was holding that stuff up to Caper's feet, her stirrups seemingly inviting her over.

Caper almost felt like she had jumped into the pages of those weird adult comics from Higashi. She couldn't read ideograms for the life of her so she had no clue what the characters said in them, she had never gotten her hands on a translation she could actually understand either but the drawings were plenty clear anyway and she had developed a taste for the genre ever since she had discovered it.

Her eyes met Shamare's and the vulpo turned her nose up ever so slightly. The sickeningly sweet taste of honey still filling her mouth suddenly took on a different meaning, and Caper fully realized how helpless she was.

"... masochist" the vulpo casually said, and the defiant stare the cautus managed to shot at her could do very little to hide the fluids trailing off her privates, the excited trembles of her ears, the longing shivers of her hips, the deep redness of her cheeks.

Shamare briefly took the sight and the scent in, gauged Caper's state again then placed her gloved hand over one of the cautus's almost naked, defenseless feet. With a twitch of her fingers, a single tentacle extended and coiled around two of her toes, a soft but still surprisingly intense friction making her instinctively move her foot away as much as she could, which really wasn't much at all. Another twitch of her index and middle finger and Shamare commanded another larger tentacle to run circles around Caper's halluxes, binding them together and pulling them up. That tiny cluster couldn't exert much strength, in truth, but with the doll still active and binding the cautus down it didn't need to anyway.

Caper's entire body jolted in place when more tendrils slowly crept between her toes, her feet now further fixed in place and unable to escape as soft chuckles began to leave her lips. With her mouth stuck open like that, every attempt at biting her lips to stay quiet quickly proved fruitless and she tried to think of something else instead. But then her gaze fell on Shamare, whose eyes were still distant and indifferent and fixed on her and Caper felt a terrible tingle grow stronger between her legs.

Yeah, she was loving that, she fully realized.

But that didn't mean she would just up and admit defeat.

And so she stared right back at the vulpo, their eyes ending up fixed on each other's in what only one of them considered a staring contest. A rather unfair one at that, because the soft tickles Caper was trying to endure were making it really hard to stay focused and not blink.

Then Shamare moved her palm, still keeping it a fair bit away from the cautus' feet but commanding another tendril forward, one whose tip ended with a relatively hard appendage which could be described as the middle ground between a fingernail and a tooth.

The sudden, minute pressure on her sole made Caper jump, and her eyes closed on their own when a second nail hit her other sole, both drawing a downward line on her feet and dragging a louder chuckle out of her.

Taking a relatively deep breath and steeling herself, the cautus put the most defiant expression she could muster on her face and regained as much of her composure as she could, half of her willpower occupied with trying to not move her feet away to avoid admitting submission in any way.

Shamare offered no words to her efforts though. Her left ear twitched a little in response to an especially loud groan from the cautus, but nothing more than that, and Caper simply found herself trying to endure the stimulation, her expression slowly cracking as more and more chuckles forced their way out of her parted lips, the sickening taste and texture of honey falling back to the second or third backstage of her mind, the vulpo's effortless, utter display of dominance coupled with a seemingly even more complete lack of interest making Caper feel a level of helplessness and excitement she had never experienced before, to the point she almost cursed Lunacub for not having dragged her into that mess sooner.

Then Shamare grabbed one of Caper's feet.

All the other tentacles which had been simply waving around aimlessly until then coiled around her, some reaching all the way to her ankles as they began to squirm, dragging and rubbing themselves against her toes, between them, all over her soles and on every other bit of her feet, the thin, oily layer covering them ensuring that the cautus' skin wouldn't get chafed from that.

Not like Caper herself noticed that last detail. The sudden, overwhelming onslaught dragged her composure down, crushing it in an instant as her voice broke into a continuous string of wild, uninterrupted laughters, her entire body struggling against both the ethereal restraints and the tentacles holding her toes up as her ears shivered and trembled and almost vibrated with excitement, her hips shaking as more of her nectar seeped out from her privates. She managed to notice that Shamare wasn't paying that lewd spectacle any real attention though, her gaze hadn't moved from the cautus' eyes at all, not even as she bent and twisted her hand around, moving it from one feet to the other to turn Caper into an even more thoroughly writhing mess of laughters and sweat and burning desire for the vulpo's hand to move down along her legs and settle right between them, and that realization made her even more excited somehow.

That couldn't last long though, Shamare figured, if only because it looked like Caper would actually run out of air and die were she to keep that up, and so she pulled her hand away, the sudden reprieve allowing the cautus to fill her lungs again with quick, deep breaths. She even managed to regain enough composure to shoot Shamare what was supposed to be a taunting smirk, though whether that came out right or not was debatable at best given the state of her mouth.

Shamare, on her part, figured thirty seconds were more than enough to breathe in and grabbed Caper's feet again. The cautus hadn't expected that, if the way her eyes went wide before her voice broke loose again was of any indication, and the vulpo found that mildly refreshing and vaguely disappointing.

One of the longest minutes of Caper's life went by, every second spent laughing and trying to trash around and struggling for air, then Shamare gave her some room to breath once more.

And then she grabbed her feet again.

And then again.

And again and again, over and over.

There was actually a clock in that room, but Caper didn't even think about looking at it to see how long that blissful torture lasted, she ran out of both concentration and energy much too soon, quickly finding herself too spent and out of breath to pay attention to her surroundings, even as her feet were allowed a longer reprieve and she filled her lungs with all the air she could shove into them.

Shamare, on her part, walked behind the dollhouse and began to tamper with Caper's doll again, untying it from the floor and hanging it from the ceiling instead. The cautus, who admittedly did try to take that chance to make a run for it -what "it" was exactly, not even her knew for sure- soon found herself in exactly the same position as before, with the only difference being that she now had her back to the ceiling and her legs pointing at the floor, her body suspended high enough she couldn't quite touch the floor with the tip of her feet. A string around the hips of her doll and another one around her chest held her up, a third one bound her ankles to the floor to make sure she couldn't kick around, and a last one secured her neck to another anchor point on the floor to ensure she would keep exactly that position and not spin around on herself.

Then, at last, Caper felt the immaterial honey-covered gag leave her mouth, Shamare even cleaned some of the honey off the doll with a paper napkin.

"You brat!" she shouted as soon as she could move her mouth enough to do so, bending as much as she could to look behind herself, barely managing to get Shamare into her field of view "Does any of this look normal to you?! You stone-faced shortie!"

Shamare came back out from behind the dollhouse with a small jar in hand, and the utter neutrality of her expression sent a terribly pleasant shiver up Caper's spine, her tail trembling as her nectar slowly traveled down her thighs, staining her thighhigh on one leg and making its way to her sock on the other.

"Do you have any apology to offer?" Shamare asked with what sounded like a complete lack of amusement as she handed the jar to Morte.

"Come on now, it was just a little prank or two or twelve" the cautus said back and, despite the clear and perhaps rather fabricated annoyance in her voice, she also sounded like she was having quite a fair bit of fun "Are you seriously telling me you didn't like any of them? Not even the paper plane loaded with candies?!"

Shamare didn't add anything to that, not even a reply, and lifted her palm instead. Caper couldn't quite move around enough to get a good view on the vulpo now that she was standing exactly behind her, but she still figured out she had brought an arm up and instinctively braced herself.

What briefly filled the room wasn't quite the sound of flesh hitting flesh though, but rather that of... perhaps jelly falling on flesh? It sounded quite weird, but nowhere near enough to distract Caper from the impact. A single, relatively short, remarkably wide and oddly flat tentacle whose shape strongly resembled a paddle had just hit her butt, sending an overall mild but decidedly acute pain through her lower area, a sting quickly spreading over her rear as her hips squirmed almost on their own.

"Oy-wey! What was that for?"

"A pointless question" she said back as she waved her arm again, the odd tentacle latched to her hand striking the cautus' surprisingly supple rear and making her squirm again.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"... weirdo" Shamare simply stated, the brief poke a tendril had just delivered to Caper's panties -their wetness having noticeably increased following the hits on her buttocks- making it perfectly clear what she was talking about.

"You just climbed the entire list of people I don't want to hear that from!"

"I don't care"

"But I- ouch!"

Shamare wasn't exactly strong, at least not in the purely physical sense, but Caper wasn't all that sturdy either. And, arguably more important, the way the vulpo was waving her arm effectively turned the tentacle she was using into a little whip of sort, which made the spanks delivered to the cautus' bottom considerably more impactful.

"Stay quiet. Then I will stop" she declared as she delivered another blow, Caper's butt quickly turning red from the punishment.

Or reward, or however one wanted to call it.

"As i-aaagh?!"

Caper's butt was kind of fat, Shamare once again thought. Perhaps because she kept sort of wiggling it around, that might've made it appear bigger than it truly was. Her skirt and coat had ended up getting thrown back when the vulpo had pulled her up and fixed her in place, once again leaving only her underwear to offer some semblance of modesty, but the vulpo sort of doubted that skirt would really cover much even if it had stayed down given its length and the position Caper was bound in.

"Are you ser- ouch?!"

Her thighs were kind of fat too, she realized. So she tried hitting her there a bit, which got a decidedly more startled groan out of her. But the way she wiggled upon getting spanked was a bit more amusing, enough to make Shamare focus on her buttocks, which were growing redder and redder with every hit, Caper's skin growing more and more sensitive as the vulpo kept spanking her, stoking the searing need between her legs.

"A-alright, listen here we can ta-aahhgh?!"

By the time Caper decided to actually try and stay quiet, her bottom had grown a tad too sensitive to make that an easy task. She did stop screaming, admittedly, but the pain injected into her by every spank always managed to drag at least a groan out of her, a groan loud enough for Shamare to keep going, the burning sensation all over her butt not making it any easier to stay quiet.

If only Shamare wasn't staring straight at her, she would've at least tried rubbing her legs together or something. Because for as much as she was enjoying that, she also wanted to move on to the next phase, or what she believed the next phase would be.

Shamare wasn't actually looking at her though. She was casting frequent glances at her, yes, but she had actually been staring at Lunacub for quite a while by that point. The lupo was on the verge of screaming out, there was extreme longing all over her face, her thighs were rubbing together in a desperate attempt at getting some stimulation between her legs, with the only result of further fueling her frustration. Her fur was standing up, and her arms were clearly struggling against her ethereal restraints. But her tail was wagging, she was ultimately standing rather still, and she was remaining quiet, even if she was biting down on her lips to achieve that.

Something similar to the lovechild of satisfaction and amusement knocked at the door of Shamare's mind and, while she didn't quite let it in, she sort of acknowledged its existence. So she grabbed the last marble left and held it up against Caper's butt, the cautus still shaking from the regular spanks while Lunacub stared as Shamare with a wordless, deafening plea in her eyes.

Without a word, the vulpo gave an especially firm spank to the cautus right before pushing the last of Lunacub's stolen orgasms into her rear.

The cautus jolted, her groan turning into a startled moan as her muscles tensed up. She would've arched her back had she been able to, her legs straightening and her tail shivering visibly as heat exploded within her, albeit not quite from the right place. Having gone from burning arousal to searing pleasure all at once without anything in between, Caper's moan lingered in the air as her much too sudden orgasm shook every fiber of her body, leaving her gasping for air and yet still wishing for more, for that small bridge which was supposed to connect the pleasure to its reward.

As for Shamare, she spent a couple of seconds watching Caper as more fluid spilled from her privates. Had it not been for her panties, she'd have probably dirtied the floor and possibly Shamare as well. Making a mental note about it, Shamare then turned to Lunacub and walked up to her, resting her gloved hand on her chin.

"Good pup" she said, her words as flat as ever as she used her palm and the tendrils latched to it to scratch the lupo under her chin and behind the ears at the same time, said ears pointing straight up as those two words alone nearly got her over the edge.

Shamare hadn't expected her to actually start rubbing her head against her hand, admittedly, but she decided to neither say nor think anything about it.

"Stay quiet for a bit more" Shamare said as she walked to the dollhouse again, untying the string which kept Lunacub secured to the floor but leaving all the other restraints in place "And keep her quiet as well" she instructed the lupo while pointing to the cautus "Then I will reward you"

Lunacub opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, looked up, down, at herself, at Shamare, at Caper, at everything and nothing, she even tried to keep her tail still, but the promise of release was just too alluring for her to dare speak up at that point. So she slowly crawled on the floor until she got in front of Caper, the cautus shooting her a wide smirk because she really looked like a worm moving around like that.

"So much for the one who never lost against her, uh?"

Big words for someone who looks like she wet herself Lunacub nearly shot back, but she managed to keep herself from speaking up.

So she leaned forward instead and crashed her lips on the cautus', because she really had no clue how else she was supposed to silence her with her limbs restrained like that. Taken completely by surprise, Caper froze up for a second before squirming and making a show of trying to get away. With that said, she neither really could nor actually wanted to. The way the lupo was frantically trying to glue her mouth to hers while aggressively pushing her tongue past her lips was amusing, perhaps a little overbearing but also surprisingly thrilling, so much so Caper thanked her -if only mentally- for giving her an easy way out of begging Shamare to touch her privates, because by that point she could hardly wait any longer.

As for Shamare, she spent a few moments simply watching the scene unfold. She had initially meant to untie one of Lunacub's arms to let her use that to silence Caper, stopped when she saw the lupo beginning to move sooner than she had expected and settled on leaving her as she was upon seeing that she could accomplish her task just fine even in that state.

And so, deciding that Lunacub could use a little early reward, Shamare pulled the tentacles on her hand off her nerves and flesh and stuffed it back into Morte, sinking her arm into her stuffed companion looking for a different ghost to put on instead, then commanded the living doll to entertain the lupo a little bit.

Lunacub jolted soon after, a startled yelp leaving her lips as the feeling of a firm, sonorous spank got sent into her body from her doll. Caper used that chance to take a deep breath, the lupo decided to do the same and then she resumed keeping the cautus' mouth too busy to speak, the mingling of their lips and tongues almost resembling a weird form of toothless biting contest rather than a kiss. Lunacub let out a pleased groan every time Morte spanked her doll, but her efforts to not give Caper any other chances to speak, just barely allowing her -and, by extension, herself- the time to breathe were intense, fruitful and, in a certain sense, even laudable.

There was something faintly resembling amusement to be scavenged somewhere in that sight, Shamare almost thought as she casually rested her gloved hand on the cautus' rear, the skin so red and sensitive from all the earlier spanking that just that casual contact sent another jolt of acute pain through her. The way her plump bottom and supple thighs jiggled as she tried to... Shamare wasn't actually sure whether she was trying to move away from or push towards her, honestly, but she decided to give her another spank for good measure and watch her squirm once more before sliding the tip of one of the thinnest tentacles into her, one around as large as her little finger but roughly twice as long, the appendage phasing through the cautus' soaked panties as if they didn't exist to go right into her entrance.

Or rather, into Caper's butt.

Despite Lunacub's best efforts, the cautus let out a decidedly loud shriek the moment the tendril made its way into her rear, the oily goo covering it allowing for a surprisingly smooth penetration as the wrong feeling of fullness assaulted her, an unfamiliar and yet decidedly pleasant tingle sparking to life within her and washing over her in rhythmless waves. Lunacub sealed her lips again pretty much immediately, saliva trailing down both their chins and falling on the floor underneath them as Shamare nonchalantly moved her hand back and forth in small motions to better control the tentacle pushing and pulling within the cautus' butt, squirming around and rubbing against her inner walls as they contracted around it. Then, believing that Caper wouldn't really get off to that -whether that assumption was correct or not, one could only guess- Shamare turned her hand around and ordered another couple of tentacles to keep whipping her flushed rear while a fourth one made its way to the cautus' stiff clit, wrapping around it and beginning to softly pull and rub it.

The unforeseen stimulation made Caper jolt yet again, her hips bucking and her wrists trashing against the ethereal restraints as pleasure built up within her quickly, more quickly than she had expected, a faint sense of disappointment with herself briefly showing up in her mind only to get buried under the thrilling sensation coming from the state of utter helplessness Shamare was holding her in.

Lunacub realized Caper had reached her high and was in the middle of riding it from the way she had suddenly stopped fully returning her frenzied, aggressive kisses and tongue lashes. Searing jealousy taking over her, the lupo lunged forward, took advantage of the cautus' wide open mouth and, against all odds, managed to bite Caper's tongue somehow.

Gently, she didn't want to bite it off after all. She... didn't really know what it is that she wanted to do with that gesture, honestly, some primal instinct of sort had commanded her to do it. Caper, on her part, felt another chill shoot through her in response to the lupo's gesture, her entire body turning even more stiff as her orgasm began to pass and the pleasure started to abate, the constant whiplashes on her bottom making her high last that much longer while also making it feel a fair bit more intense.

Then, however, Shamare kept moving.

Or rather, she didn't order the tentacles latched to her hand abd wrist to stop.

Something halfway between panic, ecstasy and a third feeling Caper couldn't recognize suddenly filled her, warm pleasure surging back up within her without even having fully abated in the first place. Lunacub, still softly holding the cautus' tongue between her teeth, started to poke its tip with hers, a surprisingly ticklish sensation assaulting Caper from within her mouth as her limbs trashed as wildly as they could -not much at all, really- in an attempt to both get away and get more out of Shamare's merciless ministrations, the weird delight coming from within the cautus' butt growing more intense even as her clit kept getting teased and rubbed and stroked, all the while her privates received no direct stimulation of any kind.

Her hands clenched into fists when her second orgasm -or third if we want to count Lunacub's stolen one too- hit her, her every muscle freezing up as her tail and ears shivered and twitched much more quickly than most people would've thought possible, giving off the impression of vibrating as a moan more sultry than Caper had ever thought herself capable of sounding escaped her mouth, traveling from her nearly empty lungs up across her throat and jumping off from her caged tongue into the room, where it almost seemed to bounce against the walls and back into her ears, echoing in her mind.

But still Shamare didn't stop.

Quite the contrary even. A second tentacle slid into Caper's butt, another one started poking her clit as the first one kept stroking it and two more, wider but thinner than the others, began to spank her butt in tandem with the previous ones.

Her clothes sticky from all her sweat, her panties and hosiery drenched in something else as well, Caper lost control of her own thoughts through the fourth orgasm, her still rising sensitivity and the slow but unstoppable addition of more tentacles to the cast of her blissful tormentors making every following climax arrive a little bit sooner, be a little bit stronger, leaving her more and more exhausted, to the point she didn't even care anymore that her sex was being left untouched through all that.

By the time Shamare decided she had had enough, Caper could barely recall how exactly she had gotten into that situation. The only thing on her mind at the moment was the complete, overbearing sense of defeat and satisfaction washing over her, a final shiver shooting up her spine when Shamare pulled a grand total of four -thin, but four nonetheless- tentacles out of her butt, some weird property of theirs having kept them completely clean through the whole process, property Shamare herself had no interest investigating.

Leaving the cautus to catch her breath but also ready to smear her mouth full of honey again if needed, Shamare stepped to the side.

"Good pup" she called out, the two words very nearly making Lunacub herself orgasm on the spot from how desperate she was for release.

The lupo let go of Caper immediately, making her way towards Shamare as quickly as possible. Then she got down on her knees and even rested her head on the floor, looking up at the vulpo from a position most people would've found remarkably uncomfortable to hold. Lunacub was flexible enough to not care though, and by that point Shamare just couldn't bring herself to even consider the chance the lupo didn't wholly love that anyway. The way her tail was wagging was a crystal clear sign, after all.

So she gave Morte a nod and briefly disappeared behind the dollhouse. Lunacub felt the ethereal strings binding her body loosening as new ones slithered over her skin, her legs coming free while her wrists got bound behind her back.

Then Shamare's head poked out from behind the dollhouse, and with it her hand as well. Lunacub's eyes fell on that little weird crown of sorts the vulpo had placed on the doll, the one which supposedly kept the lupo from experiencing her orgasms and which now lied powerless on Shamare's palm. A sudden, overwhelming sense of freedom took over her -whether that was real or entirely fabricated by her mind, one could only guess- as she watched Shamare putting it down on the desk.

"Get on there" the little vulpo then commanded, her eyes pointing Lunacub towards her destination "On your back"

Lunacub followed Shamare's gaze and something inside of her fluttered, an odd shiver running along her spine and making her fur stand up.

She had never been allowed on Shamare's bed before. Shamare hated getting it dirty, by her own words. Granted, Morte was almost done putting what looked like a waterproof blanket over it so the sheets would still remain clean, but that didn't change the fact that the lupo had never experienced that bed for herself before.

Except that one time she got into a sort of fight -let's just call it that- with Goldenglow, but that was an entirely different situation.

Her final attempt at keeping her tail from wagging hopelessly failing, Lunacub made her way to the bed and crawled on top of it, lying down on her back while ignoring Caper's remarks. Probably because the cautus was still too spent to actually say anything. Either way, she got in position and felt Shamare's weight shifting the sheet underneath her before her eyes could spot the vulpo getting on the bed as well.

"Lift your hips"

Biting down whatever certain parts of her mind were trying to make her say and gulping the words back down without ever allowing them out of her throat, Lunacub did as she had been ordered and used her back and feet as leverage to lift her hips off the bed, as high up as she could manage. Shamare, who had at some point put on a pair of plastic gloves as well, flipped the lupo's dress up and out of the way, grabbed her panties, so soaked it almost looked like they'd just been pulled out of a washer, and pulled them down, down, down, all the way to Lunacub's knees, and then fully slid them off her legs after having ordered her to lift her ankles instead.

"Present yourself"

Not quite the words Lunacub had expected, in truth, but she was absolutely certain she knew what they meant. She spread her legs, planted her feet on the mattress and pushed her hips up again, assuming an incredibly embarrassing, exceptionally humiliating position which nonetheless allowed Shamare a perfect, easy access to her dripping privates.

"Good pup"

Feeling her inner walls contracting just from that, Lunacub bit down her lips to be absolutely sure she wouldn't blurt out the wrong thing at the very last moment and tried to look at Shamare instead. Her current position didn't give her a good view of the vulpo in truth, far from it, but she could still figure out that she was sitting on her knees right between her spread legs. A further thrill coursing through her as she realized she couldn't move her ankles anymore, Lunacub's rising excitement coerced her into shaking and swaying her hips softly, begging for the vulpo's touch.

Shamare, on her part, took her sweet time pulling off the plastic gloves, rolling up one of her sleeves and fishing within Morte for the right kind of half-transparent creature. It didn't take long, although that minute or so felt like an excruciatingly long hour to Lunacub, and soon enough the lupo managed to see what exactly Shamare had prepared when the vulpo lifted up her arm, as if and possibly precisely to show it off to the lupo before using it on her.

Lunacub had seen something very similar to that particular half-transparent purple mass before. Well, they all looked kind of the same to some degree admittedly, so long as Shamare didn't pull out some of the most outlandish ones, but the one on her hand right now was peculiar enough to stand out. It didn't look like a cluster of slimy tentacles, for starter, but rather it was a slim, thin, uniform layer, its shape such a good fit for the vulpo's little hand it very much looked like it had been modeled specifically for her. There probably were a few tiny tentacles sticking into her hand and latching to her nerves admittedly, but that was impossible to tell for certain. More than its unusual size or shape, however, what truly stood out about it were the little mouths covering its surface, each sporting oddly shaped, blunt teeth and short, thick, bumpy tongues. Those mouths weren't even stationary, they kept moving around as if sliding over an exceptionally smooth surface. And the thing extended past Shamare's palm too, far past it, covering her arm all the way to the elbow and then a little bit past that still.

"Do you have anything to say?" Shamare asked as she nearly rested her palm on Lunacub's aching privates, some tongues reaching out and just barely managing to poke her with their tips, the soft touch sufficient to make her tremble and moan.

"... p... please... ?"

"Please what?" she asked back, pulling her hand ever so slightly away.

"I'm begging you, just touch me already! Please!" Lunacub suddenly burst out, Caper's utterly spent, barely audible chuckle not even registering in her mind.

Shamare didn't like shouts and screams, but she decided to not think about it and pushed her palm half a centimeter forward instead.

"Who are you asking that to?"

Lunacub blinked. For a long, interminable couple of seconds her mind blanked out, all thoughts disappearing from it as two different, primal instincts whirled around inside her head.

"... to... to my... y-you're... "

Shamare didn't actually have any right answer in mind for Lunacub to provide. She just guessed there might possibly be some kind of enjoyment to be had in observing Lunacub going through that sort of struggle and decided to check whether that was the case or not.

"... I'm asking that to my pack leader, alright?! Now for all that runs in the tall grass under the moons' light, just touch me already! I'm begging you, you hear me?!"

That was not something Shamare had expected to hear, admittedly. But it was... passable, she found herself thinking.

"... good pup" she simply declared once more.

And then she turned her hand palm-up and slid four fingers inside of Lunacub all at once, the somewhat oily surface of Shamare's writhing glove and the lupo's own natural, more than abundant lubrication allowing for a perfectly smooth penetration.

Lunacub let out a loud, ecstatic moan and immediately fell silent as all the air in her lungs escaped her, the first orgasm she was allowed to experience after nearly a month of teasing and denial shaking her to the core, every muscle in her body trembling as her inner walls contracted on Shamare's fingers, her digits and the creature covering them both staying still as the lupo rode out her orgasm, the vulpo's hand being arguably the main responsible for her hips staying up in the air and not falling down on the sheet instead.

Shamare spent roughly half a second wondering whether she'd need some deodorants to get her room back to a normal smell after that, then pushed that question aside the moment she heard Lunacub breathe in.

She pushed her fingers ever so slightly further in, arched them a little and started scratching a specific patch of flesh within Lunacub, one where she knew from prior experience she was exceptionally sensitive. Goldenglow and Eyjafjalla were quite sensitive around there too in truth so, while the exact position sort of varied between them, Shamare guessed that to be more of a normal thing than a weird peculiarity of the lupo, but she had never really cared enough to do any research about it anyway.

As for Lunacub, the first scratch had emptied her lungs again and the following ones kept her from ever taking more than an hurried half-breath, weeks of pent-up desire all crashing down on her as Shamare relentlessly touched her where she was the most sensitive, her fingers more precise than even Lunacub's were when she touched herself, a flood of searing pleasure shooting through her in waves, each little motion of the vulpo's tiny digits sending goosebumps all over her skin and shivers all through her bones.

And that was without mentioning the thing covering Shamare's hand. All the little mouths moving around over it kept biting at Lunacub's inner walls and, while their teeth were tiny and around as far from sharp as they could possibly be, the constant pinches all over her insides sent further shivers through her, the little jolts of pain coming from their ministrations making the pleasure Shamare's fingers were coaxing into her very being feel even more overwhelmingly intense than it already was.

Lunacub went through four or five orgasms within a minute, the vulpo guessed from the way her insides were contracting on her fingers. Maybe a bit more, maybe a bit less, she didn't much care for the exact number. She moved back a little to make sure Lunacub's juices wouldn't spill down directly on her dress and kept scratching her from within without ever moving away from that one spot, her ears occasionally doing half a twitch when Lunacub happened to have enough air in her lungs to let out a moan, her hips shaking almost violently as she went from one climax to the other without pause, each one blending into the next in an uninterrupted string of blissful euphoria.

It didn't take all that long for Shamare to stop both her fingers and the creature on her arm, not because she had had enough nor because she believed Lunacub had either, but rather because she didn't want to accidentally choke her out that way. She cast a quick glance at Caper, who on her part was trying to turn around and look at what exactly was going on behind her, but the way she was stuck in the air kept her from doing so. Shamare brought her attention back to Lunacub, her gaze briefly focusing on the way the lupo's chest moved up and down with every breath.

Figuring that she had had enough time to recover, Shamare straightened her fingers and clumped them together before pushing them forward.

Lunacub's trembling body froze when the vulpo's knuckles hit her sopping entrance, an incredibly frightening and equally thrilling scenario suddenly playing out in her mind, the constant licks and bites coming from the glove keeping her from actually focusing on it at all. The scene then went blank when Shamare pushed further in, sinking her entire hand into the lupo's privates and closing it into a fist.

Lunacub didn't really say anything, her hips weren't quivering anymore either and even her tail had stopped moving.

Full.

That's the first word that came to her mind when she truly realized what had just happened.

Shamare was short, she didn't even reach a meter and forty centimeters in height. Her hands were by no means large. Lunacub, however, wasn't exactly a big person either, she had less than fifteen centimeters over Shamare in fact and she was even a bit slim for her stature. Coupled with the fact that she had never had someone push their entire hand into her privates before -like most people, admittedly- the lupo felt a foreign sense of fullness taking over her, a weird weight within her, one made even stranger by the fact that Shamare was actually kind of holding her hips up with that very same hand.

Shamare remained still for a while after that, partially to get used to how tight Lunacub felt around her hand and -mostly- to give Lunacub herself time to get accustomed to the sensation. She was in no hurry after all. Mildly surprised by the lupo's complete silence, the vulpo waited a bit more, the constant activity of the half-transparent creature on her arm eventually making Lunacub's hips resume shivering. Lunacub had sweated so much by that point that her clothes were basically glued to her, but Shamare paid that no mind and turned her hand around a little bit.

Something which could rather reasonably be described as either a shriek or a moan left Lunacub's lips. With her hand that far in, Shamare could reach pretty much wherever she wanted inside the lupo's sex with just a minimal motion, and the pressure applied on Lunacub's inner walls made every little turn of the hand feel like an intense wave of oddly lukewarm and yet intense pleasure.

The vulpo then pushed her hand a little bit further it. The creature covering her arm kept her skin from actually getting wet, not to mention that it acted as a sort of safety net against infections as those creatures were sterile in every sense of the word, so she decided to give another tiny push before stopping because at that point she really didn't get the feeling she could proceed any further without actually injuring Lunacub. Not to mention that she wasn't exactly fond of the pressure she was feeling on her hand.

... was that ordeal worth the effort of sewing a larger doll and linking that to Lunacub too?

That question was better left for another time, she decided, and that was assuming she found it worthy of coming back to in the first place.

For the time being, Shamare got up a bit and stole a quick glance at Lunacub's face.

Surprisingly enough, the lupo looked almost spaced out. It wasn't just that she felt exceptionally full and in a remarkably odd way, no. It was like her senses had gone into overload, like just having the vulpo's hand so far in within her had overwhelmed her to the point she had almost dissociated from the current situation.

Shamare wouldn't have said she understood it, but she could sort of accept it at least. One thing she wouldn't have said, however, was that she liked it, so she commended her glove to softly resume activity.

Lunacub's entire body jolted, a sound the vulpo couldn't quite name but nonetheless found vaguely pleasant escaping her lips as tiny, harmless bites and soft, intense strokes of short tongues sent rounds after rounds of shivers through her entire being, a searing and somewhat foreign pleasure quickly building up within her as a very mild and yet exceptionally captivating pain coursed through her, each and every feeling wrapped in a thin layer of soft, paradoxically cozy discomfort.

Shamare considered pulling her hand out right away, the way Lunacub's inner walls were pushing down on her was turning out to be more uncomfortable than she had expected after all, but she had half a feeling the lupo's body was a bit too tense at the moment for that.

So she spread open her fingers a little bit instead.

The motion had been so minor, so small most people wouldn't even have noticed it had she done it in front of their face with the back of her hand facing them. But given the odd situation they were in, Lunacub felt that with every fiber of her being, another wave of pleasure crushing into her, exacerbated by the mild discomfort and overbearing fullness of it all.

Shamare realized she had just sent Lunacub into an orgasm from the way her insides contracted around her. She was a little surprised, in truth, the lupo was usually vocal and loud after all, her relative silence at the moment felt a little weird. It wasn't bothersome though, so Shamare thought of no complaints about it and simply turned her hand around a little bit instead, forcefully dragging Lunacub into another climax while the first one still held her firmly in its grasp. Shamare then waited a few seconds, watched the lupo's chest rise and fall at least four times in quick succession and, taking that as a sign that she had drawn at least as much breaths, turned her hand a little bit more, twisting her fist around and tenderly moving it ever so slightly back and forth.

Something obscene and primal made its way out of Lunacub's throat, the glove's appendages growing a little bit more restless as they worked together with their mistress to bring the lupo into her next climax. Shamare took another brief pause, counting four more up and down motions of Lunacub's chest before moving again, turning her mind white and taking all strength away from her limbs.

Casually thinking about how wrapping her arm all the way to the elbow and then some had been excessive and partially formulating a complain about how she had to effectively hold up the lupo's hips all on her own in that state, Shamare entertained herself with Lunacub's never-ending squirming, soft as it might've been, her voice breaking down, reforming and then breaking again as the vulpo found the right tempo and got comfortable in it, pacing the motions of her hand with fixed sets of Lunacub's strained breaths, keeping her nerves overloaded as she coaxed one orgasm after the other into her, to the point that Caper got genuinely worried about whatever the two were up to outside her field of view from the sounds the lupo was making.

For better or for worse, however, Shamare got tired of having to make up for Lunacub's inability to keep her hips in the air in her current condition and backed away a bit, just enough to sit down more comfortably on the sheet and making the glove stop all activities. She considered pulling her hand out right away, but the pressure coming from all around it made her believe the lupo's muscles were still too tense, she probably wouldn't have managed to pull her knuckles back out of her like that. And since trying would've meant merely prolonging that state of being, she simply waited it out instead. Caper saw Morte drag a chair in front of a bookcase to reach high up enough, take one out and walk back out of her field of view, the doll opening it on the page marked by a strip of black paper and holding it up so that Shamare could read it even with her dominant hand currently unavailable. She could've just placed it on the sheets, admittedly, but the pool of Lunacub's juices and sweat would've dirtied it and she really didn't want that.

"... how long do you plan on leaving me hanging here?" Caper eventually asked.

"Morte. Keep her busy" she said while putting the bookmark back between the pages and letting her companion put the tome back away.

"Hold on right there, what?!"

Shamare had no more words to say to the cautus, silently listening instead to her loud and yet half-hearted complaints first and begrudgingly pleased groans then as Morte began to hit the butt of the cautus' doll with a small paddle.

As for Lunacub, Shamare guessed she had relaxed enough and pulled her hand out of her, slowly, sending a final wave of pleasure into the lupo's mind. A last orgasm shook Lunacub when the feline fully pulled out, her hips falling on the sheets as her body and mind tried to recover from the overwhelming sensations still lingering within her.

"That was acceptable. Good pup" Shamare said, accidentally or purposefully ensuring the lupo would remain lost in her high for a bit more as she moved to her side to pat her head instead, Lunacub's own juices falling off Shamare's gloved hand and drenching her hair and fur.

The vulpo had initially meant to spend some time on Lunacub's clit after having fisted her, but a quick look at the clock told her it was later than she had expected. That and the more she looked at the lupo the less she believed she could actually withstand anything more. She wasn't even sure Lunacub was still fully conscious, honestly. And since she couldn't quite send her off in that state, the best thing to do at the moment was probably taking a shower, letting the lupo have one too once she recovered and only then kicking her out. Yes, that sounded like a good enough course of action.

An especially loud groan from Caper then reminded her that she still had to get rid of the cautus too, so she told Morte to fetch a bottle of water from the mini fridge and walked up to her doll, undoing the strings holding it in the air but leaving the ones keeping her tied up in place.

"We are done" she said flatly as she walked to the door, Caper's body floating in the air as if to mimic her doll, firmly held in Shamare's hands.

"What do you mea-aahh?!" she tried to ask back, her words turning into a pained -and quite pleased too- groan when Shamare unceremoniously made her fall down on the hallway's cold floor, her sore butt sending a sharp, painful sting all the way to her skull upon landing.

Shamare cast a final look at the cautus, her eyes making Caper shiver with a mixture of different emotions, at least one of them being anxiety, another one certainly being excitement.

"Carlie Lander, you are dismissed. Goodbye" she then declared, placing the bottle down in front of her and closing the door to her room the very following instant.

"... say that again to my face if you-woah!" she tried to protest as she got back up, only to realize that while her arms and ankles were now free, her knees were still glued to each other "Hey, at least do it properly! You hear me? You forgot a part! Sham- oh, you gotta be kidding me!" she shouted even more loudly as the vulpo answered her complaints by slapping some honey on her doll's mouth again, the disgustingly sweet taste filling her cheeks and getting stuck on her tongue "Fine, have it your way then, you silly brat!" she concluded as she turned around.

Then turned right back again and grabbed the bottle, because she really needed to drink something after all that.

She didn't leave even after having drank the whole thing however. Rather, Caper took a good look at herself, realized that she was still covered in sweat, that her legs were drenched in something else too and decided that she just couldn't have people see her in that state. It'd be way too awkward. So she took off her coat, wiped her legs down as best as she could with its inner side and then used the sleeves to tie it around her waist, turning it into a makeshift skirt of sort. It was long enough to cover her all the way to the ankles, but it couldn't run a full circle around her, leaving her rather exposed still. That was way better than nothing, at least, and the cautus started to head back to her room. She was pretty sure she had something in there she could use as dinner, because going to the cafeteria in that state was absolutely out of the question. Actually getting there took her a long time though, since with her knees still tied together she could only walk in very small, awkward steps.

It took Caper around three and a half days before being able to sit down without her butt aching, while Lunacub had to spend an entire day and a half lying in her tent and couldn't quite walk straight for the following nine, but the two eventually made a full recovery.

As for Shamare, she was under no illusion that they would actually start behaving themselves after that.

She found that... mildly entertaining.

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Thank you for reading.