FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

NOTE: This is a sequel to The Weaver's Web, also in my gallery. You may want to read that one first to get an idea of some of the characters here and their various powers.

Taiga studied the door. Three hinges and a bolt. A piece of cake really.

The polar bear stepped forward and placed one hand near the top hinge and the other near the bolt. She focused inward and with a shove of her powers, knocked the door clear out of its frame, the shockwave carrying it forward a few feet, skidding along the ground, before it toppled over.

"Bring Firewing to me and no one will be hurt," Taiga bellowed, but there was no response. Firewing wasn't there. The house had an open floorplan so the polar bear could see everything except the bedrooms and restrooms. It was almost empty, with no lights on except in the kitchen, where a slim mouse was dancing with her back to the bear. The mouse had one hand on her headphones and with the other she was tending to something on the stove. Her hips were shaking to the beat in her ears and her tail was tapping on the floor with each swish and sashay.

Taiga was about to bellow again when the mouse suddenly pirouetted and saw who was standing in her entryway. She grinned and tugged the headphones down. "Hey, sorry. They're noise-cancelling," she said in a bubbly, almost ditzy voice, as if that was all that mattered. "Um, is that my door?"

Taiga looked down at the door. "Yes," she said in a gruff voice.

"Supers," the mouse said with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. "Can't knock like a normal person."

The polar bear cleared her throat. "Bring Firewing to me and--"

"No, no." The mouse waved her arms frantically, making her overlarge shirt flap around her slim form. "We're going to introduce ourselves properly. Hi, I'm Anastasia. Now tell me who you are."

The bear growled a little at the presumptuous little mouse. "I said, bring Firewing to me--"

"No, no, no. I am happy to help you, but we need to do these things right. Tell me who you are."

Taiga glowered, but the mouse did say she was willing to help. "I..." she paused and flexed "...am the Indomitable Taiga."

"That's a lovely name!" the mouse said in her bubbly voice.

Taiga soaked in the adulation in the mouse's voice and the way she seemed to swoon at the sight of the polar bear's biceps.

"Indomitable... you don't hear that word much." The mouse then sniffed the air and got a panicked look on her face. "My bacon!" She spun round and frantically started pulling pieces of meat out of a pan on the stove.

The feeling of adulation drained away. Taiga felt a throbbing start in her head: she had met five-year-olds with a longer attention span. "Now, as I was saying..."

"Right, you were looking for someone. Tell me who it was again."

Another order. Taiga felt the growl spring up in her throat. She was no mere peon to be ordered about. She was the Indomitable Taiga! "Firewing," she spat out.

The mouse, having rescued her burning bacon from the pan, stared up at the ceiling in thought. "Oh, right, I know who you're talking about. Collie. Female. Powers include control of a fire aura which allows her flight and fireblasts. One of the few out supers too."

Taiga clenched a fist. "She is my nemesis."

Anastasia gave her a sidelong glance. "I'm pretty sure her nemesis is the Arctic Fox."

The polar bear felt her ego take a small hit. Sure, she wasn't a big name villainess, but she hoped to be, someday. "I am... one of her nemeses."

"Makes sense," the mouse said. "Anyway, I don't think I can help you. She isn't one of my clients."

"Clients?"

"Oh yeah. I'm a therapist. A really good one. I've got quite a few supers, hero and villain, among my clientele. I was thinking that's why you busted in here like you did: you were planning to hold me prisoner until I give up her secret identity or something that will allow you to track her down. Not a bad plan, except... she's not one of my clients."

Taiga kicked at the door, knocking it several inches along the floor with a clang. "Drat."

"Oh don't worry about the door," Anastasia said in her bubbly voice, as if Taiga cared. "I have really good insurance. Working with supers all the time, you know."

"Uh-huh." Taiga glanced around the house. Her source wasn't perfect, but she could have sworn this was a solid lead, that Firewing was supposed to be here. Tonight. "I will check your rooms."

"Go right ahead," Anastasia called out over her shoulder as she fiddled in the kitchen.

Taiga flicked on the lights and started barging into one room after another. Bedroom. Bathroom. Secondary bed and bath. Closet. Mud room. Garage. Office. And no one else was there. But something about this was wrong. She stomped back to the kitchen. "I do not understand this."

"Explain."

Again with those confounded commands. No requests, just demands with this mouse. If she weren't so... airheaded... Taiga might be actually insulted. "It is nearly midnight. Almost everyone is asleep. And here you are making bacon in your..." she glanced down at the mouse's oversized shirt and naked legs, "...in your underwear. Why?"

The mouse shrugged. "I wanted a midnight snack."

"Bacon?"

"Oh no," she said with a sudden gleam in her eyes. "Candied bacon. Ever had some?"

Taiga shook her head, although she internally admitted to wanting to try.

The mouse tapped her chin. "Tell you what, if you help me with making my snack, I'll help you on your quest to find this Firebird."

"Firewing," Taiga corrected.

"Right, that. But maybe I know someone who knows her and can help you out."

The polar bear felt like this was just too easy, and another part of her was whispering that there was no way this ditzy mouse was a great therapist. But her lead had turned up empty and the mouse was offering her another one, practically for free. All she had to do was indulge her silliness. She'd be a fool not to do it.

"Be a dear and fit the door back into place first. There's a bit of a draft."

Without thinking much about it, she did as the mouse commanded. As she went back to the kitchen, the mouse continued to be a little bossy, constantly telling Taiga to fetch this, or stir that, or turn the oven to that. And the process was more involved than she'd expected, a first crisp in the pan (they taste better that way, the mouse insisted), then a coating of syrup mixture, then a few minutes in the oven, then another coating, then another few minutes, and so on for nearly half an hour.

When they were finally out of the oven and were almost done cooling, Anastasia suddenly said, "You know, I only tell you the truth."

"Of course," Taiga said without thinking. It wasn't so odd. The mouse had been bossy, but she was quite knowledgeable about what needed to be done. And although the mouse herself was strange, she had been truthful this whole time. Taiga saw no reason to doubt her.

The mouse reached out and gingerly touched a piece of the bacon. Satisfied it was cool enough, she picked it up and crunched on the end of it. Her eyes rolled in pleasure. "This is great. Try one. It'll be the best thing you've ever eaten."

Taiga picked up a chunk and bit into it. "You're right!" It melted in her mouth in a mix of sugary sweetness and savory meatiness. "You have to give me the recipe for this. It's incredible." She down the rest of the stick in two eager bites.

The mouse just smiled and said something to herself that sounded like "Control established" whatever that meant. "Now, my dear, tell me who you are."

Taiga had to stop wolfing down the delicious bacon. "I told you already. I'm the Indomitable Taiga."

"Yes, yes. (That's enough bacon for now, by the way.) But I meant more like what your powers are, what your personality is like, that sort of thing. You can tell me everything. It's okay."

Taiga grinned. Of course she could tell the mouse everything. She was a therapist, after all. "I have an energy shield around my body. Makes me almost invulnerable and when I focus it, I can create shockwaves or forcefields with it. Personality wise..." She shrugged, not prone to much introspection. "I'm a villain. I want to make a name for myself. I'll show those stupid heroes that they should never have rejected me before."

Anastasia nodded and patted the polar bear's arm. "I know just how you feel, Taiga."

"And that's why I want to capture Firewing. No one has truly bested her before. Not even the Arctic Fox. If I can do it, then people will have to pay attention to me."

The mouse leaned back against a counter and tapped softly at her chin. There was a sly look in her eyes. "Well, I don't know. There's someone... but it couldn't be."

"What?" Taiga blurted. "Who?"

"Well, I know a super, and she has fire powers, and she's a collie, and she's most definitely lesbian. (I checked.) But she's most certainly not a brave hero like Firewing."

Taiga felt confused. Super. Fire powers. Collie. Lesbian. That sounded exactly like Firewing. But here Anastasia was insisting it wasn't. "Are you sure?" she asked, more meekly than she thought she ever would.

"Mmhmm. This girl's name is Firepuppy. And she can't be a brave hero." The mouse grinned at the taller polar bear. "Firepuppy is nothing but a submissive slut."

There was something odd about the way Anastasia said those last words. They seemed to echo in Taiga's mind. "Nothing but a submissive slut," she repeated. "Can't be a brave hero."

"You should check, just to be absolutely sure it's not her, though."

"You're right," Taiga said. "I should check, just to be absolutely sure."

"That is, if you don't mind coming down into my dungeon with me."

Taiga lifted an eyebrow at that. The way Anastasia had called this Firepuppy a slut and the way she intoned "dungeon" gave her a very good idea what she was discussing. "It is of no concern to me," Taiga said. "Provided you don't allow any assholes like the Amazing Wolf into it."

"Oh no, I hold my dungeon to much higher standards than that." The mouse gestured her over towards the adjacent living room.

Taiga took several sticks of the bacon with her, nibbling on them as she watched the mouse. Anastasia picked up the TV remote and pointed it to the floor, clicking a particular combination of buttons. Something beneath the floor clacked and whirred. The carpet shuddered beneath her feet. Then a seam formed in the middle of the floor and two massive panels opened up, powered by hydraulics, and revealing a staircase that led down into the floor. "I thought only supers had things like that."

The mouse smiled and set the remote aside, starting to saunter down the stairs.

Taiga hurried to follow, stuffing another bite of bacon into her mouth. No sooner had she reached the first step than the hydraulics hissed and the passageway started to close up behind her. She jumped down the remaining steps to join Anastasia.

At the base of the stairs were two doors. "Now, dear, before we go into my dungeon, you must be dressed properly for it." She turned and entered the right door. Inside was a simple walk-in closet, with row after row of clothes, mostly fetish gear. As Taiga stared slack-jawed, bacon hanging from her mouth, at more items than she knew how to name, Anastasia was undressing and redressing herself. She had picked out silken stockings with lace frills for her arms and legs. Around her waist she wore a corset, which supported but didn't cover her breasts. When the mouse was finished, she stretched and smiled at the polar bear. "I look absolutely ravishing."

"You do," Taiga agreed. The mouse had a quiet seductive beauty about herself. The polar bear was sure now that her ditzy behavior before had been an act, but she couldn't bring herself to mind at all.

"Now what are we going to do with you?"

Taiga looked down at herself, at the nanotech suit that was standard for most heroes and villains. Hers was patterned in bright white with flairs of neon green in places. "This isn't good?"

"No, my dear Taiga. Take it off."

With no hesitation, the polar bear stripped naked. Part of her wondered about her secret identity, but she felt more than ever that she could trust this mouse. She could trust her with anything.

The mouse searched through the aisles of clothes and came back with several items. "Wear this instead." And that was how Taiga came to be wearing a leather corset, thigh-high boots, fingerless gloves, and a leather hat on top of it all. Anastasia also offered her a black latex eye-mask in place of the nanotech mask she normally wore.

The mouse led her over to a mirror. "Look at yourself," she commanded.

Taiga did.

"You look good."

She did.

"You look powerful."

She did.

"You look like a proper super-powered dominatrix."

She did.

"Now you're ready to enter the dungeon." Anastasia took Taiga's hand and led her into the next room.

The polar bear couldn't help but notice that there was more swagger in her hips than even she was used to having. Maybe it was the boots she was wearing altering her posture. Or the corset restricting the motion of her torso. Or maybe this was such a better look for her, a more natural fit to her personality.

The dungeon was initially shrouded in darkness. Except there was a dim light in the corner. As Taiga's eyes slowly adjusted, she thought she saw what looked to be a log fire burning in the corner. But when it came into focus, she saw it was not a log, but the form of a naked sleeping woman, a collie, lit all around by a flickering glow.

"That's my Firepuppy," Anastasia whispered. "Let's wake her up slowly."

Lights came on around the room, brightening over time. Taiga saw that this Firepuppy was in a cage, not much larger than she was: she could lay down curled up, or be up on all fours, but nothing else. Around the room were more bondage implements and toys, a few which Taiga knew, but many more which she didn't.

Once the lights came on fully, the collie in the cage stretched and woke up, getting up onto all fours. She yipped and barked to Anastasia and then noticed Taiga, tilting her head curiously. All the while, a soft flame seemed to dance over the top of her body.

Anastasia knelt down beside the cage and opened the front door, attaching a leash to the collie's collar, which was the only scrap of clothing she wore. With a tug, the collie was led out onto all fours in the middle of the room, which, Taiga was now realizing, was very heavily padded for precisely this reason.

Anastasia stood in front of Taiga and tapped her thigh. The collie responded to the tap by sitting herself down next to the mouse's leg, looking attentively upwards. "Taiga," the mouse said, "this is my cute little Firepuppy."

The collie gave a woof of approval, wagging her tail.

"Now, Taiga, you thought this might be Firewing, but Firewing is a brave hero and a brave hero can't be a submissive slut like this girl." She tilted her hips to the side and turned the collie's head around so her nose was pressed right against the mouse's sex. A shiver ran through Firepuppy's body and she gave a throaty moan. "You see?"

"I do," Taiga said with a firm nod.

"You should put her to the test though, just in case she is Firewing in disguise."

"Yes, I should," Taiga said automatically, but then paused. "How would you suggest I do that?"

Anastasia tapped her chin in thought and then held out the end of the leash. "Have Firepuppy prove to you that she's nothing but a horny, eager, slutty submissive with no thought of being heroic in her head at all, only sex and obedience. You may use everything in my dungeon you wish."

Taiga took a firm hold of the leash. Anastasia was right. She just needed to see that Firepuppy was too submissive to be a hero. She reached down and tapped her inner thigh. "Here, puppy."

The collie padded forward and knelt down right in front of Taiga, her breath caressing over the polar bear's naked sex. Her eyes were fixed onto it and her tail started to wag quickly behind her.

"Oh you want that?"

The puppy gave an eager nod, then scooted back a bit to lean forward into a paws-outstretched "Let's play" pose, the flames dancing more quickly over her wagging tail. Then she bounced up and nuzzled in against Taiga's sex again.

Taiga gave a firm tug on the leash. "Not yet, puppy. You have to earn that." She kept up the tug until the collie sat back, looking sad with her ears downcast. Taiga ignored that look. She was a villain--and at the moment, a dominatrix in a dungeon--and she was not about to be swayed by looks like that. She turned and inspected the room for ideas of what to do next. Two things caught her attention.

The first was a dildo discarded on the ground. Canine-shaped and showing signs of having been teethed rather a lot. Taiga picked it up and waved it in the air before the attentive collie. "This your chewtoy?"

Firepuppy gave a happy bark and nodded.

Taiga tapped it against the puppy's muzzle, who play-bit at it. Then she pulled it away and gestured down at the collie's own sex. "Would you like to feel it inside you?"

Firepuppy's eyes widened in delight. She sat up on her haunches and held her front hands under her chin in a classic begging pose, barking excitedly.

But before Taiga could do any more, Anastasia intervened briefly. She knelt down next to Firepuppy and adjusted her posture. She spread the collie's thighs apart and pulled her elbows back to her flank, making sure the puppy's breasts and sex were on full display. She whispered into her puppy's ear, but loud enough for Taiga to hear: "Come now, dear. You have to show off everything you have to Mistress Taiga. She loves the way you expose yourself."

Mistress Taiga. She liked the sound of that. And she agreed that the sight of the bouncing breasts and damp sex were a turn on. Taiga was normally ambivalent about sex: it was fun, but distracting. The beauty of this Firepuppy was making her forget about the distracting nature of sex and focus on the fun. She knelt down beside the other two and ran the tip of the dildo across Firepuppy's exposed sex. The puppy groaned and ground forward to the touch. Anastasia quietly slipped away, taking a seat in a luxurious throne to watch.

"Yes," Taiga said, addressing the puppy, "I can see you like that. But how about we play with a different toy. A bigger toy." She gestured back to the second thing that had caught her eye: a shelf displaying various dildos in increasing size. She laughed as Firepuppy arfed and wagged her tail hard, but kept up the begging posture.

Taiga found the spot on the shelf where the chewtoy would fit and placed it there. "Now, puppy, I want you to bark to let me know if you want something bigger."

Immediately Firepuppy barked and Taiga's hand moved from touching the chewtoy to the next biggest dildo. Another bark and up again. And so they went until they reached a dildo that was ribbed from top to bottom and slowly widening from tip to base. Taiga paused there and considered. "Are you sure that's all you can take?"

Firepuppy nodded.

"Really? But your Mistress Anastasia--"

"Weaver, dear," the mouse corrected.

Weaver... The famed supervillain?

"Just relax. You know you can trust me."

And Taiga relaxed, thinking no more about it. "Your Mistress Weaver told me you were such a slut. Are you sure you can't go bigger?"

Firepuppy leaned from side to side a bit nervously, her flames swaying unsurely across her eartips, then she gave another bark, which left Taiga's hand sitting on a thick, ramrod straight dildo.

The polar bear plucked it off the shelf and set it down on the floor, tip up, in front of the collie, adding a dot of lube to the tip for good measure. "Go on, then."

Firepuppy wiggled a bit nervously. She dropped out of her begging posture and crawled forward along the ground until the dildo touched her belly. Then she lifted her haunches and positioned the tip at her sex. Her eyes fell shut and her tail started to wag. Slowly, Firepuppy eased down onto the thick length. A deep, throaty moan escaped her, and she stopped about halfway down onto the dildo. Her mouth opened and her lips started to move.

Weaver interrupted. "Puppies don't use words," she reminded in a high and lofty voice.

Firepuppy gave a bark of acknowledgment. She shivered and tried to push down a little more, but another moan overtook her.

"I think she may have picked something a little too large," Taiga said to Weaver. "But if she's as good a slut as she claims, she'll take every. last. inch."

The collie gave a happy bark at that and pressed down a little more. Then, her whole body trembled and the moan reached a much higher pitch as she orgasmed.

"See?" Weaver said, relaxing in the chair with one hand idly teasing over her folds. "She hardly needs any stimulation to cum."

Taiga nodded. "But she hasn't taken it all yet."

The collie whimpered and nodded. She took a moment to catch her breath then pushed her hips down the rest of the way. The entire time, her whole body was quivering and her breath had stopped, and when she at last hilted the length in herself, she let loose a powerful moan as a second orgasm overtook her.

"See what I mean?" Weaver said teasingly.

Taiga nodded and reached out to pet over Firepuppy's head to calm her down. The puppy lifted her nose and nuzzled into the palm of Taiga's gloved hands. "Does the puppy want even more?"

The puppy's flames perked up with sudden energy. She hopped back up to her full begging posture, only to bite her lip and whine in pleasure as that lifted her back an inch off the dildo.

Taiga chuckled. "You were right," she said to Weaver. "She is a slut." She spared a glance to the mouse and saw her running a silk-covered finger up and down over her labia, silently watching from her throne.

The polar bear turned back to the shelf and looked above and below it to the various other toys featured there. She found an inflatable plug, lubed it, and knelt down to push it in under the collie's tail. There were only mild protestations which turned into pleasured sounds as the plug was inflated once, twice, thrice. Taiga felt the collie's labored breathing through a hand on her back. "Do you want another pump?"

The collie gave a slow nod and bark, her flames quivering.

"Are you going to cum if I do so?"

The collie's eyes rolled up in pleasure and Taiga could feel her grinding on the thick dildo. She barked again.

Taiga squeezed the bulb in teasingly slow fashion and watched the collie build up and then slip over the edge of ecstasy in plaintive, needy whines. With a smile and a shake of her head, she stood up. "Very well, Mistress Weaver. I am satisfied."

Weaver had two fingers dipped into her sex and her wrist was pushing back and forth as she pleasured herself. "You're not quite fully satisfied."

Taiga frowned and nodded.

"You know that a true slut would be able to cum just from pleasuring another."

"That's right," Taiga agreed thoughtlessly. "Puppy, get on your back."

Firepuppy looked up in surprise and then a bit of trepidation as she glanced back down to the thick dildo inside her. She, however, obeyed, and a moment later rolled onto her back with a stifled moan, holding her hands to either side of her neck.

Taiga released the pressure on the plug and eased it out, but as she started to pull the dildo out, the collie started squirming so hard, and clenching her legs so tight, that Taiga couldn't get in.

But she was not just Taiga, not just Mistress Taiga: she was the Indomitable Taiga. She reached out and focused on her invulnerability shield, giving it a shove. Firepuppy gave a surprised yip as her legs were suddenly forced apart and the fire dancing over them suddenly extinguished.

Taiga just grinned, using her powers to pin the collie's legs in place as she extracted the dildo centimeter by aching centimeter. Halfway along she started to twist the dildo as she pulled it out, and the collie's muscles began to ripple in a series of powerful contractions, a rolling orgasm that didn't stop until the dildo was out. Then Firepuppy collapsed back, tongue lolling out, panting heavily.

"Impressive," Mistress Weaver said.

Taiga stood and flexed in a power pose. This was true adulation. Both from the Mistress appreciating her skill and the puppy basking in the wake of her orgasm.

However, moving away from the collie meant that her shield pulled away too, and Firepuppy's legs slid closed again.

The mouse stood and pulled out her fingers, coated in her juices. She walked over and held them out, Firepuppy lifting her head up enough to lick her Mistress's fingers clean. "I do believe you really could beat Firewing and earn a name for yourself. You could pin her helplessly to the floor."

Taiga grinned. And she noticed the puppy blushing hotly at this.

Weaver gestured down to Firepuppy. "Demonstrate your full strength on her."

"With pleasure." The polar bear knelt down, straddling the collie's chest, and pushed her powers out once more. The collie yipped as her body was pinned in place, legs spread lewdly apart and arms fixed to her side. The flames were snuffed out entirely. Taiga ran a hand over the paralyzed collie's form and cupped a breast in one hand, kneading it. "I bet you could cum for me this way," the polar bear said, "but you're going to have to show me you're a real slut like your Mistress said."

Taiga shifted forward, pressing her hips against the tip of the collie's snout. She made sure the collie was free from the neck up, and gave a pleased growl when the collie's tongue started to flick out against her sex. The licks were tentative at first, short caresses of the bear's clit, but as the collie acclimated to her predicament, she started exploring up and down the bear's full sex.

Taiga closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. The tongue probed a little deeper with each pass, still running in long licks from base to clit. When it finally slipped deep into her sex proper, she gave out a pleased growl.

Weaver had stepped closer during this time, and her silken hands started caressing over the bear's form, from beneath the brow of her cap, down to the edge of the corset and back up again, moving steadily from back to front, where she could then play with the bear's own breasts. She touched the bear's nipples with the tips of her fingers, then let her hands brush across them, with an almost ghostlike softness. "You may be a Mistress, Taiga," the mouse said, "but in my dungeon, when I tell you to cum, you will cum without question."

The bear let out a pleased groan. The puppy's tongue was reaching deeper and deeper inside of her, wriggling about each time it started to pull back. Heat rose steadily within her. But the gentle stoking of her pleasure became far more intense when the puppy pushed her tongue in fully and did not pull it back out. It stayed, a questing, filling presence within her. Taiga bit her lip, almost forgetting to maintain the paralyzing field she held over the collie.

"Don't cum just yet. Look down at her."

Taiga did. The collie's eyes were rolling back, her body shivering as much as it could in the polar bear's grasp. Taiga glanced back over her shoulder and saw the collie's hips rhythmically shifting against their bonds. The rhythm grew faster and faster. The hips juddered in place, and suddenly Taiga felt even moreso than she heard the collie's scream of pleasure as an orgasm overtook her.

"A true slut," Weaver said. "There can be no doubt at all that she is not a hero."

Taiga nodded, her own breath coming faster.

"Taiga, cum harder than you ever have before. Now."

She did. She grunted and gripped the collie's head, bearing down on that tongue as her hips shook from the intensity of the sensations. She felt herself clenching tight around the tongue with an iron vice for a moment before the pleasure was too much and she felt her strength fading, freeing the collie from her control.

Weaver stroked at her shoulders and helped her as the polar bear slumped to one side.

"That was... That was good." The polar bear slurred slightly. She found a drinking bottle being pressed into her hands and downed its contents without thinking. Stars kept seeming to spring up in her vision.

Taiga was surprised when a warm weight fell into her lap and she found herself petting the form of Firepuppy. Once she was recovered enough to stand, she did so and reached out a hand. "Thank you for your help, Mistress Weaver."

The mouse took the hand and shook it. "I'm only sorry I couldn't help you find Firewing. Perhaps, though, if you enjoyed your time here, you can come back again. Only next time, I ask that you knock."

Taiga felt herself blush for once. "Yes, Mistress Weaver, my apologies." She then ruffled the hair of the puppy. "But I think I will return before too long."

* * *

Some time after Taiga had left, the Weaver sat in her throne, one hand rubbing down the neck of her puppy. "You know..." she said slowly, to get the attention of her tired-out girlfriend. The collie blearily raised her eyes and ears to her Mistress. "You know," she repeated, "that's the fifth villain who's come here looking for you. And they've all been women. You haven't been leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for villains to find their way here, have you?"

Firepuppy blushed hotly and averted her gaze from her Mistress.

The Weaver just grinned and scritched more roughly over the collie's neck. "You naughty girl. Just as I suspected." Then she paused and looked up in thought. "Perhaps next time though, you should trick a hero into joining us instead. It would be good to get you a playmate."