FSE

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"Nothing personal, you understand that right? The count just wants you gussied up before he meets you face to face." One of them said, she was definitely more pragmatic than gentle, but compared to the harsh yanks of the slaver band, this was comparatively gentle. "One paw at a time."

Saphira acquiesced, keeping her posture with some dignity while a long sleeved mitten in sapphire-blue rubber was dragged up each leg in turn. They clung around her limbs but were slightly loose at the top. No wonder they asked for her to behave, it'd be hell to keep those fully on in a struggle. Still, a cinching strap at the wrists made sure that her claws were nullified and by extension kept the garments in place even if their sleeves were to fall down.

"If the count wants to meet us so badly, why doesn't he dress us up himself?!" Ofenna growled.

"Ofenna, enough." Saphira said, turning her snout, wanting to yell, herself. The lioness winced but grudgingly shut her lips.

With all four of Saphira's legs dressed, they brought down the harness. Custom made for her, fitted with luxurious and high grade padding on the inside. There was even a thread of fanciful embroidery on the outside.

The harness was pulled on from behind her, first. Loose belts were strapped around each shoulder and thigh, garter-like clips hooking around the rubber sleeves to hold them in place. Saphira's back and belly felt a lattice of straps, with a sturdy line down either side. Each belt took a while to be cinched properly, compressing her coat enough that there was still ample room to see the straps. Secured at the neck, that left only the last few straps which were wound around her tails, woven between them so that each strap held three tails, and each tail was held in place by at least two straps. Saphira felt a small nagging when she realised the harness looped several times around the base of her tails, leaving her far less able to shield her modesty.

"Alright, over here, cat." One of the others said, pulling the similar pieces of gear.

While Saphira heard the grunting of effort as they dressed the heftier, 'maliciously civil' feline's limbs, they didn't feel put out enough to seek any reprisals.

Delicate cuffs were added, still made of metal, yet again, they had been crafted with care.

They were fastened around the thigh and shin of all four legs. Joined by a belt at her hips and then a collar with a dangling gemstone at the neck. Fingers prodded below her belly, making her tense, then shiver as the thinner fur felt cool metal. It clicked on to the belt at her front and hooked around, covering what the bound tails exposed before clicking against the back. She winced, aware that it would defend her, but also something about the device's implications made her feel contradictively more flustered.

Light delicate chains, seemingly more for decoration, connected the belt chains to each of the limb ones. Yet as she moved around a little she felt another purpose, the jingling chains were felt around that lower-hug of the belt. Devious bastards...

Ofenna's own equipping lagged only a little behind Saphira's own, when the queen's last cuff was fully clipped they were ready to start applying Ofenna's own. Saphira took a glance. The lioness' rubber was a simpler purple, the harness lacked the touches and even the cuffs were more practical, solid steel.

Saphira doubted that Ofenna's strength was the cause, more likely the count had only prepared the single set in advance and sufficed with easier tools until he could prepare something more appropriate.

"Alright you two, into the box."

"Box?" Ofenna asked, as Saphira was led away first. A padded box waited, two outlines cut out of foam, with tethers for hooking them down. The padding left no doubt as to how they'd sit. Lying face to face on their sides.

Even Saphira took a grudging breath, taking two steps around before she stepped into the box. She gave Ofenna a look that said; 'The less you fight the quicker this is over.'

The lioness scowled lightly but seemed to understand the meaning.

It wasn't a natural position to lie down on but it worked well enough. The lioness grimaced as she too joined the kitsune. Their legs were clipped first to the anchor points then cuff-to-cuff until they were nearly touching each other.

"Grhh..." Ofenna growled, the wire-basket over her face annoying with how it was pressed in. It seemed it wasn't to stay, hands pushed in, raising her head and unbuckling it, pulling it away.

"Ugh, finally." She grumbled. Opening her mouth to say something to Saphira before the opportunity was seized. A thick solid rubber bit was thrust between her teeth, a strap holding it on. Saphira's brows rose as she too craned her neck up.

"What is the meaning of this? We've gone along with your orders!" She said, eye's narrowing when a jingle of a customised gag was pushed near her.

"Yep, well, this is still in the count's instructions."

"Mghhha! Fhhhngh!" Ofenna growled.

"You beasts." Saphira said, patience being sorely tested. "Even though we meet every demand, you need more? I should have you all scoured from the world for this!"

While a couple of them were taken aback by the sudden outburst, the one leading the charge barely shifted. Instead he

The gag was pushed firmly if not viciously into place, bracing straps held Saphira's jaw shut around the carefully shaped mould, fitting her jaws thick enough that her tongue was pushed down without escape. "Now, lights out!"

Even that was another subversion of expectation, instead of the box being closed, the two ferals were instead hooded in more rubber, a tight band that left their gagged snouts free while covering over their heads and necks, blocking their eyes and compressing their ears.

Saphira herself grumbled, while Ofenna was muffling threats and annoyance into her gag. It meant little as the lid was dropped, clasped down heavily to secure the contents. See-through, hard plastic. Allowing the captors something to watch for their amusement and make sure there would be no sudden escapes.

The heavy crate was wheeled out on a trolley before being loaded up onto the back of the cart that would bear them on. The two trapped ferals groaned whenever there was a bump, Ofenna even trying to see if she could use the extra motions to struggle and fight.

"Oi, we see you trying." A new voice said, booted heel stomping on the case near Ofenna's head. "The count wants the queen pristine and unbattered but he only wants you as a trophy piece. It's the queen who'll get his attention. You'll probably wind up kept in a menagerie room just because. In other words we're within our rights to teach you a lesson."

"Heh, or better yet, just write up a disciplinary report!"

"How is that better?" The first voice asked, the world around the two blindfolded captives shaking as the cart broke into motion.

"Oh you didn't hear? The last servant who started acting out was buried up to the neck in the garden for a weekend. Just imagine what he'd do with slaves and property that earned the same thing." His company replied, growing slightly quieter as they stepped to the front of the cart.

"Damn, dunno if I should feel sorry for 'em or spur them to give me a reason, haha!" He said, taking out a water bottle and teasingly dropping a few splashes through the holes in the box lid so that they hit the lioness' fur. "And now that you're both property no whimpers from your queen will shield you."

As the thuggish figure rambled on, the cart lurched into motion. It was going to be a long, endurance testing ride.