You say, "Hello, Sumire."
Frostbyte purrs. "You look good. Welcome."
Sumire nods, waving. "Hi, Frost, Rinzen."
Rinzen hmms. "Well, a little trip to the Charmory should cover that." He waves to Sumire. "Hey there ... what's new?"
Sumire grins. "Thanks. You don't look half bad yourself. Oh, not much. Was thinking about looking into senserecords, although it seems a bit like cheating. But I may not have to, after all."
Rinzen nods to Sumire, then looks himself over again. "Why do I feel funny?" he mumbles to himself, trying to look himself over again.
Frostbyte grins, slipping over to Sumire and gently caressing down her side, his body tight and taut with long-suppressed aching need. "What sense were you looking for?"
Sumire purrs quietly. "You might've noticed last night. I've been looking into domination. Sabina suggested it might be useful to get someone to dom me. Experience is experience, you know." She smiles lazily at Frostbyte. "You wouldn't have any ideas regarding that?"
Frostbyte grins like a shark, presses Sumire against the wall firmly by the shoulders, and pins her there with his tongue to hers, fierce in his need and desire.
Sumire yelps in surprise as she's shoved back against the wall, but she's soon silenced by Frost's tongue. She returns the kiss eagerly, hands rising to the back of the hedgehog's head, careless of the spines.
Frostbyte instantiates a curious looking knife with a hook at the tip like a letter opener and peels the kitsune out of her clothes with it with his eyes closed, never breaking his kiss. He's got long practice at this.
Rinzen avoids the hooked knife, but does get closer so he can observe.
Frostbyte leaves Sumire her underthings, for now, and flicks the knife away.
Sumire's dress is easy to cut free, being essentially a single piece of silk. She squirms a bit at the feel of the cool metal against her skin, but, backed against the wall, has nowhere to go to escape it. The shreds of the qi-pao flutter to the ground, pooling around her feet until she kicks them aside.
Frostbyte's leg hooks Sumire's, buckles her at one knee and forces her down, his toes still pushing down on the back of her calf to keep her from standing as he cups her chin and looks in to her eyes. A blue spark leaps between his lips as he licks them, and he kisses Sumire differently, gently, breathing in her air and tasting her desires like perfume.
Sumire sinks to one knee, back still against the wall, head tilting to look up at Frostbyte. Smiling in anticipation. She cranes her neck, raising her lips as much as she can to meet his, her tongue darting out to taste them.
Frostbyte exhales softly as he finishes the kiss, Sumire's tastes now resting on his tongue. "Mmm. So many possibilities. You're strong... Ageless, young. Timeless, old. I'll have fun with you, but first I'll have to have control of you, and I can tell that won't be easy..."
Sumire grins impishly, eyes luminous with mischief, or perhaps lust. "I doubt you'd want it to be. I'm glad to see you've given up the vow of chastity, though. The timing was really perfect." She giggles softly, looking up at Frostbyte. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in mind."
You say, "Mmmm. I don't think you CAN be controlled... I can taste it on you. Even now you're getting ready to wriggle free... But let's see how long I can keep you tied up," he whispers. He turns to Rinzen and hands him a small datachip. "Go to Goruru's stall, and trade him this for his Glistening Sapphire Perfection collar. It's high time I acquired one of those anyway.""
Rinzen blinks, raising an eyebrow, then shrugs and darts off to seek the item in question.
Frostbyte kisses Sumire gently on the cheek. "Do try not to escape until I've gotten you properly fettered. I might be able to keep you helpless for an hour or two if we work together."
Rinzen returns shortly.
Sumire raises an eyebrow, a smile still on her face. "I assure you, I'm perfectly willing to go along. What's this about Glistening Sapphire Perfection, then?"
You say, "You'll see. Thank you, Rinzen..."
Rinzen says, "Welcome."
Frostbyte takes the sapphire posture collar, and locks it around Sumire's neck. It suddenly gleams with violet light, and like quicksilver a brilliant gleaming luminescence begins to pour down over Sumire's body, slithering down the arms and bosom and waist and hips and legs, and suddenly cinching and tightening in to an impenetrable glowing forcefield that serves as both catsuit, corset, and armbinder.
Sumire shivers reflexively as the light spills across her body, constricting and pushing into position. She glances down, trying to see the overall effect, but she's hampered in this by the collar itself. "Ah... I see," she manages, breathing constrained slightly by the corset. "Seems like a useful device." She tugs experimentally with her arms, which the device has pulled tightly behind her back, forcing her chest forward; the only result is a little movement in her shoulders.
You say, "Now, because of what you are, I"m just going to turn this to the maximum..."
Frostbyte twists a dial on the collar. The corset tightens, clamping down on magical flesh. The breasts are lifted, presented until they bulge like ripe fruit. The feet raised on high ballet-slipper sheathes, the arms pulled back until the shoulder -pops- harmlessly from the strain.
Sumire urks, a strangled gasp as the corset compresses her waist to a point where it looks as if Frostbyte's hands could encircle it completely. Her head strains upward against the collar, reflexively attempting to arch her back further as her arms are drawn tightly together, moaning quietly at the pop. The slippers, forcing her toes into a point, go unnoticed among the rest of this -- although they certainly wouldn't, if she were on her feet. "That's... tight," she gasps. It's unlikely to do her any harm as a shapeshifter, of course, even if she seems to be trying to maintain her current form.
"The most important part of being properly dominated is a feeling of inevitability," says Frost, raising Sumire to her feet. "That escape is impossible, and one should simply enjoy the experience. In this way, all panic and fear is smothered by pleasure," he says, leading Sumire along by a purple ribbon tied to a D ring at the fore of her collar.
Sumire wavers on her toes, stumbling forward as Frostbyte pulls at the impromptu leash. "'S exactly... what she said," she murmurs, too focused on not falling flat on her face to worry about breathing in more than shallow gaps. "Where're... we going?"
You say, "Someplace very nice. Coming, Rinzen?"
Rinzen says, "If that's okay ... I wouldn't want to interfere."
Frostbyte carts the helpless(?) kitsune, along with the well-loved balloonitsune, to his favorite club in Bottomwarp, the Purple Cat. "How's the toy holding up, Rinzen?" asks Frost, regarding the 'toy' kitsune with a critical eye.
Rinzen blinks, looking back and forth between Sumire and Frostbyte. "Me or her? Well ... in either case, I think we're both doing okay."
You say, "Mmmm, yes. So, on that subject, what's your favorite filling so far?""
Sumire nods, the fraction that the collar will allow. "Mmm, the club... 'm good." She's somewhat out of breath from struggling to keep up with the corset restricting her, in fact, and a bit flushed from the exertion. Well, probably the exertion.
Rinzen hehs. "Probably the last one, though it's ... a bit inconvenient for regular use."
You say, "Why don't you go ahead and instantiate yourself a canister of helium?"
Frostbyte tweaks the collar, setting it to an ever-so-slightly more severe level as he eases Sumire down on to an ottoman.
Rinzen says, "Perhaps in a bit ... I'm rather curious as to what you're going to do with-slash-to Sumire."
You say, "She tastes free, very free - if I'm to properly tie her down for some kinky play, I'll need more force-fields, and possibly some cement."
Sumire mumbles quietly as the bondage/clothing/ornament tightens still further, but it seems minor in comparison. She obediently sinks down to the ottoman Frostbyte indicates, though the collar forces her to sit straight at attention.
You say, "For now, though, I'd appreciate it if you'd feed her for me."
Rinzen says, "Feed her?"
Frostbyte plucks a small tray of chocolates from a nearby table. "Let me show you how," he purrs, taking a chocolate truffle, placing it between his lips, and kissing Sumire aggressively enough to crush the candy between their tongues.
Sumire starts to move to meet Frostbyte's advances, and nearly topples over thanks to the strict bondage. Fortunately, she manages to right herself again. Forced to wait on Frostbyte's pace, she returns the kiss passionately, tongue twisting around the hedgehog's own.
Frostbyte pulls back, and gently licks up the last of the chocolate from Sumire's cheeks and lips. "Now you try," he says to Rinzen, offering him the tray. "I have to go get some toys for the kitsune."
Rinzen nods, looking at the tray curiously. "Well, okay ..." He says, tucking a candy into his muzzle and approaching Sumire with it, though he lacks most, if not all, of Frostbyte's aggressive demeanor in doing so.
Sumire smiles encouragingly at Rinzen. There's not much else she can do, after all. Her lips part to meet Rinzen's muzzle as he approaches, her tongue flicking over both the candy and Rinzen's own.
Rinzen kisses Sumire with a bit of energy, but it's definitely more romantic than domineering, as his lips press gently to hers, his tongue pushing the candy forward ...
Frostbyte returns shortly with a small fanny pack of toys. He grabs Rinzen's ass, fucks it roughly, and pulls him back from his other toy. "You need to do it a little more aggressively," he purrs."
Rinzen YELPS a bit in surprise, falling to his rump as he's taken away. "Doesn't seem to be my style ... apologies."
Sumire's eyes are downcast as Rinzen is taken away. "'S okay," she murmurs, pouting.
Frostbyte steps forward to Sumire, and reaches in to his fanny pack to withdraw what looks like it might be a chocolate egg, if chocolate were a balmy yellow. His fingers dig in to it and come out dripping with a sweet cream, before he slips them in to Sumire's lips. The cream tingles on her tongue, redolent with some drug or another.
Rinzen sits down and watches, just curious so far.
Sumire blinks, opening wide to get the half-crushed egg into her mouth. Her tongue sneaks out to lick up a trickle of cream that she'd missed. Her eyes are clearly questioning, but with her mouth full like this, she's in no position to ask.
Frostbyte crushes the rest of the egg in his hand, and reaches down between Sumire's legs to work to glistening white oils in to her sex and tailhole, letting the tingle in her mouth slowly build to an erotic pulse that makes time with the one growing in her hips.
Rinzen hmmms ...
Sumire squeaks quietly, flesh trembling as Frostbyte's fingers explore. It's not entirely clear whether she wants to pull away or launch herself forward, but, knowing she can't do either without falling over, she can only try to remain still, at Frostbyte's questionable mercy.
Frostbyte beckons Rinzen. "Come closer." He then licks his fingers clean of the few remnants of the oil that didn't find their way dripping down Sumire's thighs, soaked in to her orifices, or smeared across her lips. "It's a nice drug. Like an anesthetic, it leaves muscles limp and loose. But it makes you MORE sensitive to pain and pleasure, not less..."
Rinzen scoots a bit closer, tilting his head. "Yes, sir?"
Frostbyte kneels down, and kisses Rinzen, firmly, hungrily, stroking over the balloonitsune's cock with an affectionate purr.
Rinzen mmmphs at the kiss, moaning softly into it as Frost's hand squeaks over his shaft. A blissful sigh escapes him during the kiss, tails swishing.
Sumire blinks, gurgling something incoherent, as the drug-laced candy in her mouth continues to dissolve. Her tail swishes in agitation as Frostbyte removes his fingers.
Frostbyte then firmly directs Rinzen's head to Sumire's rump. "Lick, please," he requests, before moving to kiss Sumire, very gently and chastely, upon her slackening, open mouth.
Rinzen blinks, then shrugs and gently slides his dry rubber tongue over Sumire's loverly backside.
You say, "You'll get more candy if you aim for the target, Rinzen."
Sumire moans quietly, kissing Frostbyte back clumsily; the drug hasn't quite entirely numbed her tongue yet, but it's close. Her hips twitch slightly, legs spreading a bit to give Rinzen better access.
Rinzen eyes the typo in his previous pose, but goes on anyway, gently licking closer to the center, tongue flicking between Sumire's cheeks teasingly.
Frostbyte stands, then, and directs his cock, still glistening with a thousand lovers worth of pre, to Sumire's lips. His fingers wander over her cheek and hair, gently pleasuring her with a massaging caress. "Kiss it," he commands, putting it just within reach.
Sumire looks up at Frostbyte, shifting her body forward on the ottoman as far as she can -- which isn't very. Her slack lips embrace the head of his cock, tongue lapping at the tip.
Rinzen keeps at what he's doing, tongue flicking against Sumire's rear incessantly.
Frostbyte gently presses his hips forward, letting his cock slide down the benumbed throat to the hilt, cutting Sumire off from much needed air. Gently, he begins to thrust.
Sumire chokes at first as Frostbyte's cock enters her throat, but the muscles have been numbed enough by the drug that they offer no resistance to speak of. Her tongue twitches clumsily about the base of the organ as she strains for breath. Rinzen's attentions aren't helping in that regard; the repeated dry/smooth rasping of rubber against sensitized skin is arousing her further.
Frostbyte drags out this time without air, plunging deeper and deeper in to Sumire's throat. "This is what sexual domination is. It's scary, but you know that there's nothing you can do to make me take my cock out of your throat until I want to. And so, you must simply accept it, and in so doing, learn to enjoy it." He pulls out, letting Sumire breathe.
Rinzen keeps his ears perked forward, listening to whatever's going on up there as he continues to groom Sumire's rump repeatedly.
Sumire's throat tightens, in spite of the drug, around Frostbyte's cock, eyes widening in... alarm, perhaps. Of course, she still can't say anything, being so neatly gagged... and probably couldn't, in any case, with her tongue numb. When he pulls out of her, she gasps, repeated short, shallow bursts, struggling against the corset for air.
Frostbyte kisses gently over Sumire's neck and cheeks as she breathes, watching with a smile as she dizzies herself with oxygen. "Rinzen... I'd like you to put your tongue deep inside our guest," he requests politely, reaching down with one hand to caress over Sumire's clit.
Rinzen blinkblinks at that. You can almost see the download progress bar over his head as he ponders this, then shrugs and slides his tongue between the asscheeks, seeking out the tailpucker.
You say, "Mmm. Good fox."
Sumire groans as Frostbyte's fingers find the sensitive nub of her clit... and then squeaks in surprise as Rinzen's probing tongue slips into her. Her muscles twitch slightly, as if to clench against it, but the drug has worked its magic there, too. The combination of the sensations, however, is finally too much for her to remain still; her hips roll and, caught by the collar's restraints, her entire body pitches forward. Only Frostbyte's arm prevents her from falling face-first to the floor.
Frostbyte lets Sumire pitch forward, just a bit, before he catches her. Gently, he eases her up and forward, letting her rump perk out enticingly as she's forced to stand with ramrod-straight legs, bent at the hips at a right angle, only kept from tipping violently forward by Frost's hand reassuringly at her shoulder. "There we go... Rinzen, do continue. Pick whichever hole you like."
Rinzen slips down from the tailpucker to the pussy, letting his rubber tongue slip in there from behind, tickling over the netherlips before darting in and out swiftly.
Frostbyte licks his lips at the Glistening Sapphire Perfection that is Sumire's body, pleased to see the collar live up to it's name.
Sumire hisses quietly, teetering on her toes as Rinzen's tongue assaults her anew. Face flushed with arousal, she squirms helplessly against the bonds, gasping as the rubber tongue thrusting into her pussy finds a sensitive spot.
Frostbyte grabs Sumire's hair with the other hand, tips her head back, and runs his cock gently over her lips. "Now... I'm going to fuck your throat until I come. When I come, I'm going to come on your face. Alright?"
Frostbyte slides his cock in to Sumire's throat, after giving her a beat to breathe, and takes her, nice and steady.
Sumire mumbles something, still incoherent. Then again, Frostbyte wasn't really looking for an answer anyway. As she's bent over, she takes a deep breath, and then Frostbyte's cock is sliding over her tongue and down her throat. There's no resistance at all this time; the drug's effects have fully set in. There is some slight vibration, though, as Rinzen's tonguing elicits occasional quiet moans.
Frostbyte fucks at his own pace, not Sumire's - though she finds time to breathe, it is only incidental moments when he pulls back to savor the feeling of her tongue against his cocktip. The smell of him, insistent and male as a bull moose, fills her nose.
Sumire pushes her hips back against Rinzen's tongue, the lightheadedness amplifying the pleasure the rubber is providing. She sucks clumsily at Frostbyte's cock whenever it leaves her throat, taking in air when she can get it, before the hedgehog's phallus plunges back into her.
Frostbyte begins to breathe heavily, eyes drifting shut, hips thrusting faster, more insistently, plunging in to kitsune flesh before, without a word, he pulls back, aims his cock at Sumire's face with one hand, and creams across it.
Sumire closes her eyes as Frostbyte comes, his seed splashing across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, into her wide-open mouth. She writhes against Rinzen, silently.
Frostbyte's vanilla cream spurts across Sumire's cheeks, splatters her forehead, drips over her lips and catches her well-presented tits. He strokes his cock lazily with one hand, putting out more cum than ought to be possible, utterly soaking Sumire's form.
Rinzen has been lapping at Sumire's sex all this time, honest! As Frostbyte climaxes, he pulls back, not wanting to spoil the moment by distracting Sumire from Frostbyte's ministrations.
Sumire must swallow in order to breathe, with her head tilted back as it is, and she does, heavily. Mewling softly at Rinzen's attentive tongue as her face and breasts continue to be spattered.
Frostbyte stops cumming, slowly, watching the slut drip with a loving smile. "Make her come, Rinzen," he purrs. "I want to see her squeal."
Rinzen returns, slinking up under Sumire, blowing a warm, soft breath over her netherlips before his tongue snakes back in, seeking out the sensitive spot he'd found before to tease it mercilessly ...
Sumire stiffens, gasping -- after all this attention, it feels as if he entire body is a sensitive spot. Her hips grind desperately against Rinzen's muzzle, and she moans again, more loudly, as his tongue slips deeply inside and continues teasing.
Frostbyte puts his cock to Sumire's lips. "Lick me clean, if you would," he requests politely.
Sumire's mouth automatically engulfs Frostbyte's cock, but it seems to take a few seconds for the meaning of the words to sink in through the erotic daze she's in. She starts sucking gently, tongue moving back and forth, obviously still numb, but willing.
Rinzen opens his mouth a bit so his tongue can stretch in deeper ... it actually elongates, sliding all the way into Sumire's sex, tickling in the far depths just before he inhales, the tongue inflating into a serviceable sex toy, starting to piston in and out of the slick, moist slit ...
Sumire's eyes open wide in surprise, staring comically up at Frostbyte as Rinzen's tongue *expands* within her, pleasantly stretching her. Then it begins to pump in and out, and this, coupled with the drug-induced hypersensitivity, quickly pushes her over the edge. Her body trembles and convulses as she orgasms, profoundly silent in the moment of climactic pleasure save for the sharp hiss of an intake of breath.
Rinzen shoves his tongue in deeply, inhaling a bit more to literally stretch his fellow kitsune's sex wider as the vixen's nectars flow out, squeezing past the rubber tongue to drip onto the floor.
Frostbyte mrrrs. "I think that's enough for now," croons Frost. "Let's take our new toy out for a walk, Rinzen, and show her off to society."
Sumire squeals in bliss, tongue still working at Frostbyte's cock, as Rinzen penetrates her deeply. If Frostbyte weren't holding her up, she'd probably collapse to the ground.
Rinzen retracts and deflates his tongue, nodding. "As you command."
You say, "Put on your slut clothes, Rinzen.""
Rinzen nods and gets the corset, etc.
Frostbyte tweaks the collar again, twisting it to a tiny bit more vicious, and instantiates a long thing platinum chain to hold it by. "Rinzen, present for collaring." He hooks a simple leather collar around Rinzen's neck, though it is lovingly embroidered, in pink thread, with, 'Slut'.
You say, "Come along. If Sumire falls, help her up, Rinzen."
She glows. Not metaphorically, but literally, a faint luminescent aura that hugs her skin, her clothing (when she wears any), her fur (when she has any). The nimbus obscures nothing of her form; it is all but invisible, merely a nagging subliminal sense of light. But she glows. It is the one means by which she might be reliably identified.
She is not amorphous; she has form. Now, for instance:
A very human body. Almost. A second pair of ears, triangular, graces the top of her head, plainly visible among a mass of wavy red hair; a bushy tail, red-furred with a black tip, extends behind her. Her teeth are slightly pointed, adding to her vulpine aspect. Rather average in height; slender, athletic, of build.
She's "wearing," if you can call it that, a sheath of coherent blue-purple light, which appears to be generated by the sapphire collar around her neck. The field itself encompasses her entire body from the neck down, like a catsuit; it also serves as corset, ballet slippers, and singleglove, compressing her waist tightly, forcing her toes to points, and binding her arms tightly behind her back, presenting her breasts quite prominently. The parts of the "catsuit" that aren't binding her, however, melt away easily before another's touch.