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Part One.

Eve winced at the sound of tearing fabric, the Eevee gritting his teeth and opening one eye to look down and survey the damage.

Dangit. His shirt was ripped along the outside seam, where it had caught on the handle of the kitchen drawer. He could see his own tan fur through the opening, and it was definitely ruined.

It was a first run band shirt from back before Voltaic band changed their logo, occupying the frustrating space of being nearly worthless and yet impossible to replace, and it was one of Eve's favourite articles of clothing.

Naturally, it would have to be rescued, and Eve happened to know just the person for the job.

Hoo boy, though. Finn was going to be so insufferably pleased to see him.

***

Ribbons was located in a pretty nice part of the shopping district, just far enough from the main street that you were unlikely to stumble upon it unless you knew it was there. From the street it was just an unassuming door with some stairs visible through the glass, with a hanging wooden sign done up to look like a white ribbon with pink and blue highlights, with the word "Ribbons" spelled out in a tasteful font, and an even more tasteful "Tailor" in smaller font underneath.

The air inside was crisp, perhaps a touch more airconditioned than Eve would have preferred. Soft music, some kind of inoffensive piano, echoed down the stairwell. Eve clutched the small plastic bag with his shirt inside, along with a few other things that were over-worn, and took a steadying breath. The trick was to be firm and assertive, he did it all the time at work.

The shop itself was small but neat, racks of clothing near the front, a raised platform with an assortment of mirrors up against a dividing wall, and beyond that, hidden by a curtain, was presumably some kind of workspace. Past the dividing wall, Eve could see out the tops of three vertical windows out onto the main street.

"Could it be? Am I graced with his presence?"

"Consider yourself graced."

There was movement behind the dividing wall, and then the curtain was swept aside, a tall and lithe sylveon ducking under the fabric and out into open view, one of his ribbons gently letting the curtain back down behind him.

"Eve!" His smile was blindingly bright.

"Heya Finn, long time no- whoa!" Eve exclaimed, taken aback as the larger fox nearly lifted him off of his feet in a tight hug. "Aw come on, it hasn't been that long!"

"Far too long!" Finn beamed down at Eve with his piercingly blue eyes. "Feels like it's been years."

"Well, it hasn't! I've just been, you know, busy. Work." Eve grinned, gently trying to pry Finn off of him and failing. One of his ribbons had wound its way around his back and was holding him close, showcasing their unusual strength for such delicate looking appendages, and another was attempting to relieve him of the bag he was holding.

"Yes! Work. Your time is quite precious, so I shan't waste a moment of it." Finn glanced at the ribbon as it stole the bag and lifted it up for him to inspect. "You're still wearing this?"

"Y-yeah. It's a collectable."

"It's off the rack!" Another ribbon plucked the shirt from the pile and held it up. "And at least two sizes too large."

"It's comfortable!" Eve was beginning to feel a little indignant, and not just because of the judgement of his choice of baggy clothing for around the house. Finn seemed to have forgotten about the fact that he had pinned Eve up against him. He squirmed a little, trying to peel the ribbon off of his chest. "Can I, um-"

"Oh! Sorry." Finn chuckled, the picture of forgetful innocence. The ribbon lifted itself away, and he stepped backward, although not too far. "They have a mind of their own, sometimes. Can I offer you some tea while I have a closer look at these?"

***

Eve cupped the mug in both paws for warmth, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Hmmm. Well, I can sew this and the seam won't be too noticeable... All of these are really worn out though. You should let me draw you up an entire new w-"

"No, thank you." Finn always tried to upsell. He seemed to think that if every piece of clothing you owned wasn't tailored, you were doing it wrong. "I just want it fixed."

Finn pouted. "Fine. At the very least, can I take in the extra fabric? It'll be more comfortable if it fits properly, I promise."

Eve sipped his tea thoughtfully. "I guess..." He did tend to prefer loose, what with his voluminous mane and tail. Still, Finn's white shirt was so closely fitted that it would have been impossible to tell where it ended and his short white fur started if he didn't have the sleeves rolled up on his arms, and he always seemed perfectly comfortable.

Finn brightened up considerably. "Great!" He deftly plucked the mug out of Eve's paws and placed it on the counter, his ribbons snaking out of nowhere and wrapping around both of Eve's wrists. "Come on then! I'll only be a minute." He turned and made his way to the raised platform, his ribbons unceremoniously dragging Eve along behind him by the wrists.

"H-hey! D-didn't you say it was just two sizes?" Eve stumbled, trying to pry the ribbons off as he was manhandled.

Finn rolled his eyes as he half guided, half lifted Eve onto the platform. "Pfft. That's just a rough estimation! I don't do estimates, I do precision." The way he brandished the tape measure he had produced, it sounded like a threat.

The time for protesting was clearly over. Eve bit down on a squeak as his arm was lifted out of the way by a ribbon, the eevee trying not to flinch as one end of the tape was held against his armpit and Finn's other hand traced down his side to the waist. Finn glanced from the tape measure to the pen and notepad that had also been pulled from wherever he kept his tools, his ribbons taking notes as he leant closer, passing the tape around Eve's waist and drawing it tight, eliciting a small gasp from Eve.

He clicked his tongue. "Tsk. Too many takeout nights, I think. Not that I mind, it's cute on you."

Okay, now Eve was blushing. Whatever weak protest he was trying to muster was cut short when the tape was shifted, squeezing down on his chest as Finn pulled it maybe a little tighter than was necessary. Eve went to tug at it, but the soft ribbon that had pulled his arm up hand never gotten around to letting go, and it gently fended him off.

"Take a deep breath for me, there's a good boy."

Eve hated that his breath caught in his throat, even as he did what he was told.

"Mmm, good. Now, don't squirm too much this time." The tape was pulled away, Finn cracking it like a miniature whip and stepping up onto the platform as well, looming over Eve with his implacable, predatory grin and his icy blue eyes. He bought both paws up and pulled the tape around the back of Eve's neck, curling it around his throat tight enough that Eve swallowed reflexively, feeling it brush against his adam's apple.

"Good."

Finn held eye contact for just a moment, smiling at whatever he was imagining as he looked down at Eve, one paw-pad holding the tape measure to the eevee's throat and the other holding the length of it a short way off, not unlike a leash.

And then, he stepped back down, pulling the tape away. The dull scratching noise of his ribbons taking notes receded as he walked back to the counter, putting his tools down and picking Eve's mug back up.

"Alright, that's all I need. Thanks for playing along!"

"Y-yeah. I, uh, n-no problem."

Eve accepted the mug from Finn as he stepped down, trying not to shake too much. His mouth was dry, so he took a sip, grateful for the excuse to not look Finn in the eyes.

"I should be able to get everything done before close, unless there's a rush at 4. You busy this evening?"

"No, I'm uh, I'm off today."

"Perfect. You can stay here if you want, although watching me sew is unlikely to be very exciting."

"Oh! I was going to, uh..." Go outside and take a few dozen deep, calming breaths, and maybe dunk my head in some cold water. "G-go catch a movie or something. I hadn't decided."

"That sounds like fun! If you were willing to wait, we could both go see something together after I'm done with work. It has been a while, after all."

This seemed like a dangerous proposition.

"Uh, sure. Least I could do, for doing me a favor on such short notice."

***

Later that day, Eve looked up if tailors needed to measure the collar at the throat. The general consensus online was: Nope.

***

Part Two.

"You know the really nice thing about working for yourself?"

Eve wasn't sure who Finn was talking to, but he was very sure that he was kinda groggy. He blinked slowly, and yawned, trying to fight off the feeling. Finn didn't seem to notice that no one had responded.

"Everything can be... Exactly the way you want. No one else to tell you what you should and shouldn't do."

Finn turned, holding some kind of long sock, which he had been altering with the sewing machine. Behind him, it was late evening, the sky visible through the windows, going from orange to purple to black.

When had it gotten so late? Eve struggled to remember.

"Leg up."

Eve put his leg up. The other one was already ensconced in a matching sock, long enough that it came all the way up to his underwear.

Huh. Where had his pants gone? Eve shook himself as Finn applied the other sock, or, thigh high, now that Eve got a better look at it, finishing the matched pair of blue and white stripes. It was a tight fit, like a second skin, all the way down to his hindpaws, but with the paw pads and toes free.

"What... Time is it?" Eve rubbed his eyes and face.

"Hmm? Oh, you must have dozed off." Finn straightened up, gently pushing Eve's leg back down and smiling warmly. "Terribly sorry for the wait. Here, I'll fix you another cup of tea." He turned his back and busied himself at what looked like a small working kitchen, near the divider that separated the workshop from the rest of the store.

"When did I get back here?" It was so hard to remember. Eve had been out in town, killing time, waiting to hear back about his clothing... His head was so fuzzy. Was he coming down the flu, or something?

"Oh dear, you are out of it, aren't you? Here." Finn turned back around, pressing a cup of warm hot something into Eve's paws. "Drink."

Eve drank. Milk, two sugars, just how he liked it. He didn't recall telling Finn how he liked his tea, recently.

"You know, if anyone really knew what fairy types could do, I doubt we'd be allowed to flit about however we choose. A shame, that. It'll have to be our little secret, won't it?"

The hot drink was helping, a little. Eve looked up at Finn, confused. "W-what?"

"Don't worry, I'm nearly done. I refused to accept payment for services rendered, as I'm so loathe to take mere money from friends, and you asked if you could help me any other way, so I'm just using you a little to dial in some sizes."

Eve looked down. "This... Isn't my shirt."

"You're right, the tan doesn't really work with the blue. Colour matching is so passé, but... Well, I guess it all comes down to having a cute model, doesn't it? Arms up."

Eve put his arms up. Finn peeled the shirt up over his head and discarded it as though it was worthless. Why had he put his arms up? There were a half dozen pieces of clothing all over the workshop floor. Shirts, tank tops, shorts, pants, skirts. Oh, heck, the tea!

"Shh, just relax. I've got it." Finn reached up and scooped the cup out of the ribbon which had deftly plucked it out of Eve's paws, taking a sip of it. "You got awfully jumpy all of a sudden, you know."

"I, I... Need to go home. I've got work tomorrow morning! W-where did I put my, my... Clothes?"

Finn rolled his eyes, putting the cup aside. "They were in my way, so I got rid of them. You called in sick for tomorrow."

"W-what?"

"Yeah, just awful. Some kind of intense stomach bug. You really didn't need to go into that much detail on the phone, but whoever it was, they certainly believed you."

Eve rubbed at his temple gently, trying to figure out what the heck had happened. Why was everything so muddy?

"Oh, you just look so adorable when you're confused like that! Here, let me lay it out straight for you."

Eve squeaked despite himself as two of Finn's ribbons brushed against either side of his snout, not so politely turning his face up to look at Finn.

"H-hey!"

"Fairies can lead you astray, don't you know? You step into their circles at your own peril."

Even in the dim light, his piercing blue eyes seemed to shine.

"You did all those things because I told you to do them. Stand up."

Eve stood. He swayed on his feet a little, but Finn's ribbons held him up.

"Hmm. Eyes still focused this time. You're still in there, aren't you?"

Eve blinked, in what felt like slow motion. He couldn't move. Everything was so heavy.

"Remarkable. I suppose it's only to be expected of a cute little Eevee like yourself that you'd be quick to adapt, but you're still totally mine. Open your mouth."

Eve opened his mouth. Finn pushed a digit inside and pushed it shut.

"Suck."

Eve sucked.

"Heh."

Finn pulled his paw free with a small, wet sound, wiping the strand of drool off on Eve's nose, then turning and walking a short distance before he pulled a few more pieces of clothing off of various racks.

"I guess I'd better stop playing with my food, as it were. You've been enthralled, if you must know. Don't get too worried, it's not permanent. It's something my kind does to keep their victims... Docile. I give simple instructions, which are obeyed without thinking, and the more saturated you are in a fairy's aura, the more powerful it becomes. Just being close to a fairy will dose you, given enough time, but physical contact speeds it up, and my ever so helpful... 'Helpers'," He wiggled a ribbon in the air above his head. "Well, they're enough to send you, ahem, 'off with the fairies', as it were. Ah, perfect."

Finn drew one last piece of fabric off of the rack, adding it to the small pile in his arms before turning back to face Eve.

"I suppose it's better this way, anyway. I like to see the look in someone's eyes when I claim them."

He had a rather ominous smile. Eve tried to panic, or run, or move his arms or legs.

"Take off your underwear."

Eve's body took off his underwear, tossing them casually aside. He stood back up, naked but for the tight fitting thigh highs, and Finn was on top of him, paws and ribbons rubbing across his belly, through the soft fluff of his mane, around his back, in between his legs, along the thigh highs. Despite himself, he let out a soft moan at the overwhelming assault of touch.

"I'm gonna wrap you up in all my favourite things."

"N-nnnuhh..."

A paw crept down his belly, and down lower. Eve gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as Finn squeezed something else, too.

"Oh, aren't you just perfect. Keep those darling eyes shut for me, will you? Spread out your arms and legs, too."

Eve whimpered, twitching gently as paws and ribbons caressed over what felt like every part of his body at the same time. Tight fabric was pulled over arms, which were pulled above his head as a tiny shirt was threaded over them and tugged into place, ribbons delicately feeding his mane through the top until it sat snug against his chest, leaving his belly exposed. More fabric was wrapped around his waist and pulled tight, fastening securely into place. It was all so tightly fitted that it felt like it had been painted on, stretched to cling to every part it touched. The ribbons holding his arms up never let go, and Finn's paws startled him as they grabbed delicately at his uncovered sides, the Sylveon bodily lifting the Eevee off of his feet and swinging him around before placing him back down.

"Open your eyes. Look."

Eve looked. The mirror showed a Sylveon, backlit by the orange glow of the street lights outside, an ominous shape with swirling, roiling ribbons, looming over a cute little Eevee girl in a miniskirt, tank top, arm warmers, and thigh highs, all in matching blue and white.

It offset the tan and cream of his fur rather well, actually. Eve wished that he wasn't tenting the front of the skirt with his erection.

"Very nice, huh? And look, you enjoy playing dress up just as much as I do! It just needs one... Last... Touch."

Finn bit Eve on the ear, just hard enough that it was impossible to tell if it felt good, or hurt. Eve felt his toes curl, he leaned his head back to try and escape the bite, his forepaws wiggled in the Sylveon's ribbon's grip, and Eve let out a weak, whimpered cry. Something clinked and jingled in the dimness, and one of Finn's ribbons withdrew from under one of the workbenches with a short length of something. Eve realised he was leaning back and exposing his neck, but Finn was holding his head back by the ear.

The collar slipped around his neck. Finn buckled it tight. Blue, with a bell, to match the rest of the outfit.

So much for trying everything in the store on. Clearly, it had all been leading to this.

"You like how it looks on you."

Eve liked how it looked on him.

"You feel naked without it."

Eve wondered how he'd gone without the collar before now.

"You love being owned by me. You love being mine."

Eve... Wasn't sure. Finn chuckled at the slight resistance. Another ribbon slid under Eve's chin, teasing at his nose and mouth for a moment before worming its way between his clenched teeth, caressing his tongue teasingly as the rest of its length wound its way around Eve's snout, pulling it tightly shut. One of Finn's paws rubbed its way along Eve's unprotected, sensitive belly, as the other crept around the hem of his skirt. Eve tensed up at the Sylveon's intimate touch, trying to gasp through the ribbon around his snout and managing only a weak moan. Something warm and slick rubbed through the fur at the base of his tail, which he suddenly realised was holding up the other end of the skirt.

"Don't worry. Just relax. Take a deep breath for me, cutie. You'll love how it feels to be mine. Let me show you."

***

Eve opened his eyes. His sheets were twisted, he was drenched in sweat, and it seemed like he hadn't slept a wink. Good thing he'd already called in sick today, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck.

Much of the morning passed by in a bleary haze. Eve couldn't remember much of his dreams, just bits and pieces. Whatever it had been, it had been racy enough that he'd had to, um, 'relieve' himself in the shower. Maybe the endorphins would be good for his sore muscles. It was only when he was sitting gingerly in the kitchen munching on toast and sipping a cup of tea that he noticed the package he must have left on the bench last night. Inside, his clothes were all expertly mended and even freshly pressed. That was nice of Finn, he hadn't needed to go the extra mile like that.

There was a note inviting Eve back next week. Just after close on Friday, if he was interested. Apparently he had 'something special that I just know you'll love~ <3'.

Eve's neck itched, so he scratched it, and yawned. He supposed that he could swing by again after work. It had been nice, to catch up. No reason not to do it again. In fact, he felt like he would be looking forward to it all week.