Preview of The Case Full Of Missing Detective
This is an excerpt from a story that you can read the full version of on either my Subscribestar page by following this link! Or with my Patreon page over here! It will still make its way to FA before too long, though. But every bit of support you can offer would help me so much!
This idea was very much inspired by dracosundertail who owns the character of Ellie Dalmaine. Guest starring metrom4 's Metra
I had a powerful idea burrowing in and grabbing my inspiration, provoked by seeing the star of this piece getting into some fun hijinks in a discord server of all places. Rather than let that inspiration dwindle I dropped what I was up to and charged in head first.
Summary: Budding detective Ellie Dalmaine needs to get her business out of financial straits, when a promising but secretive call attests that she wouldn't need to think of money, she goes to investigate. Only to find out that the case is a crime in progress, and she is to be its victim.
Word Count: 5053
There was a rustling noise behind her, before a damp cloth was pushed over Ellie’s lips, a strong arm wrapped in a drab sleeve held it there and grabbed her neck in a headlock. The dalmatian reacted but too slowly, her hands trying to prise the choking arm away even as the cloth’s chemical smell flooded her. She kicked the chair back, catching her assailant in the shin, yet that elicited only a growl and a tightening squeeze as the figure fell forward, using leverage and weight to topple Ellie with her on top. The dalmatian reached her hand forward, catching the coat of the seated form. The garment came away in her grip letting her glimpse something in that moment, though her eyes struggled to make sense of it, beyond that Lola Thurston had not been in the chair, no one had, just a strange shape of grey and white fluff.
The sleep-inducing chemical had blurred her eyes and taken hold and though it felt to her that she struggled with her full might, her kicks were weaker than a breeze.
Only once she was certain that Ellie had fallen still did the alias-using tigress stand and click on a second lightswitch, illuminating the room further. A dalmatian woman out cold on the floor, beside her what looked at first like a decapitated husky head and the hat it had been hidden under until one saw the head itself was too large, hollow, with a cartoonish grin and made of fabric besides. That same fabric on show where the coat had slipped away, pulling the equally empty body with it that sagged into a pool of stuffed softness.
A door at the back of the room opened and two figures walked in, the first a german shepherd had even and measured steps which broke into a more excited pace as he approached, rubbing his hands together. “This is our snoop? Out like a light already? And here I was hoping she’d be made of sterner stuff.”
“Heh, how she looks now is definitely the height of her ‘stern’ period.” The second one said a skunk with slicked fur, his eyes on the large empty body, knowing exactly what it was for.
“Oh be kind, with how new she is this is probably her first professional double-cross.” Lola purred as she moved to the downed Ellie, taking her satchel, looking through it for anything that might present a danger. An old fashioned tape recorder came out, Lola took the tape within it and made sure to shred the line and crush the case, just to be sure there were no unsuspected records.
“What if she’s wearing a wire?” The second voice asked.
“That’s for our ‘friend’ here to find out with me. Isn’t that right?”
Rough pulling, accompanied by some blade cuts soon divested the unconscious canine of every scrap of clothing, the ruined pieces were scooped up by the skunk, thrown into a barrel and splashed with a token of gasoline.
The fwoosh of flame destroying each scrap showed it was quite unnecessary, though it mattered not, they were not going to leave anything to chance. Meanwhile, the tiger and german shepherd had been seeing to the detective.
Sharp snips punctured the air as a pair of clippers were brought to each of Ellie’s claws by the man. After a hand or foot was done, the tigress slathered its wrist or ankle in liquid, before chasing it with a tight rubber mitten or sock. The liquid would bond to it, sticking it like glue if not removed quickly, something that they had no intention of allowing.
A pair of equally shiny shorts were pulled up her legs next, a struggle that tired the tigress out, yet she was happy to spend the effort, while her german shepherd ally snapped a rubber circle around Ellie’s shoulders, stretching to compress her chest, covering her breasts aside from two rounded bumps- toys secured there for later.
Similarly there was another currently inert treat below Ellie’s waist, outlined by that tightness, ensuring it would stay in the correct position.
The shiny items were chased with a cloying cloth suit, a zentai outfit that caught and stretched on the rubber, requiring a thorough bit of care to squeeze into place. It was cast in an opaque dark blue with a glossy sheen that hid away the white and black spots of the dalmatian’s coat, passing up her back, over her shoulders, with just Ellie’s head left free and even that was only temporary.
“No bugs.” The skunk said happily as he watched the last of the flame fall to embers.
“Good, then get over here, we need you.”
“Aww, look, she already looks so soft.” He said as he approached, the thickness of the suit was palpable in how it softened the curves and masked, if not hid, the vibrators. His hand fell lecherously on a breast before his colleagues reminded him with a grunt that they needed his help not his self amusement.
The next part was luckily easier for the three villains, the large plush body slid as smoothly over the zentai fabric as it had over the floor when they’d dragged it near. It was quite easily positioned until they reached her waist, then it was time for the skunk’s expertise, a needle and thread in hand he wove deft sturdy stitches around Ellie’s waist, connecting the sheer fabric to the lining of the fat and soft suit.
Anchoring threads were poked around her shoulders though less powerful than the waist, as if these were meant to be breakable with enough struggles to potentially give her hope the waist would yield too.- If she even got that far.
The opening however, that received a surfeit of threads, stitching it shut meticulously, right to the base of Ellie’s neck where the suit had a puffed up and squishy piece, like a stuffed version of a fluffy ruff . The tigress supported the dalmatian’s upper body, gently stroking Ellie’s hair idly, while the others finished.