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Among the Telluric schools of magic, there were three ways to turn invisible, and Caprice had considered each one carefully as she planned her revenge. The first was the light-bending of the Lumomancers. The second was the aeroform transformation of the Zephyrites. The third belonged to the school of Glamour, and this was the one Caprice had chosen.

It was by far the most difficult of the three, but it was the most reliable when done successfully. Besides, she liked the challenge. This form of Glamour was certainly beyond anything Nicole was capable of, so employing it against her would make revenge all the sweeter.

Caprice stood before her bedroom mirror and held the enchanted choker up to her throat. The gold band with its green glamourstone, shining like a staring eye, contrasted strikingly with her red fur and black robes. The fox's eyes were baggy from the many sleepless nights spent in its creation, but it would all be worth it now.

The magic coursing through the choker throbbed, aching to flow into her. She didn't deny it long. When she closed the clasp behind her neck, the air crackled with such electric power that the fur on her already fluffy tail puffed up like a cloud.

When the energy equalized, she examined her reflection and found that her eyes now slid away from the vixen in the mirror, magnetizing instead to the floor or walls.

"This is it," she said, grinning. "I've done it."

For the final step, she grabbed a lock and slid its shackle through two of the choker's chain links. It made for an awkward look, but it was better that than risk the clasp coming undone and ruining all her hard work. Before clicking the lock shut, she, of course, touched her paw to the inner pocket of her robe to triple-check that the key was still there.

The alarm clock on the nightstand read 7:13. She would have to leave soon to arrive before Nicole's birthday party started - a party to which she had not been invited for the first time in three years, she remembered bitterly.

After one last look at the slippery figure in the mirror, Caprice left her dorm and boarded the centipede bus at Belford and 47th. She strode right past the driver and the rush hour passengers and took her seat without even paying her fare.

It felt strange to be entirely unnoticed, to not even receive those barely perceptible movements that acknowledge a new presence. It was strangely thrilling too, though she had no doubt that the novelty would soon wear off. Being unnoticed was not to Caprice's liking.

When the bus crawled up the familiar slope of Clockwork Hill, she pulled the cord for the stop on 62nd. Strangely, however, the driver passed right by it without slowing. It took her a moment to remember that the Glamour would cause those affected to disregard everything she did, not just her physical presence.

Fortunately, another passenger pulled the cord for the following stop, only a few blocks away. She backtracked, moving carefully whenever she crossed a street, then reached Nicole's apartment and climbed to the fourth floor.

Near the door, the fox heard guests chatting inside. Some of the voices were familiar, belonging to friends of hers, or, rather, former friends - friends who had sided with Nicole after the breakup. Almost everyone Caprice knew fell into that category.

She picked out one voice in particular: the deep, booming voice of Darshan. He was a nobody, some moon bear with no magical talent who attended Crowhurst on a sports scholarship. Even if Caprice were to tutor him tirelessly the way she had Nicole, she doubted he had the intellectual curiosity or capacity for anything beyond the simplest of charms.

So why, Caprice wondered yet again, did this nobody feature so prominently in Nicole's recent Instagram posts? Why had Nicole allowed Darshan, unbelievably, to move in with her as of last month?

Maybe she would get insight into this once she was inside. She reached for the handle, turned it, and eased the door ajar. Through the opening, she saw that the living room was filling up, with at least twenty people circulating with drinks in their paws.

The door slammed abruptly, nearly bashing her in the muzzle.

"What was that?" a muffled voice asked.

"I don't know, something was opening the door."

"Oh, okay."

Neither side of this exchange sounded confused about the strange statements they had just made.

Caprice stepped back from the door and puzzled out what had just happened. The two guests were certainly ignoring her as intended - they didn't perceive her as an agent - but they had still interpreted the door opening as something unusual.

It seemed the Glamour was not quite as powerful as intended, not a totalizing illusion but just on the cusp. Caprice remembered the way the bus driver had ignored her signaling to stop and realized he must have heard the bell, but treated it as erroneous.

The sound of light padding in the stairwell below interrupted these thoughts. Caprice's heart pounded, her breath caught in her throat, and the choker suddenly felt painfully constricting.

Nicole rounded the corner and hopped her way up the last flight of stairs, long ears bouncing and small buck teeth visible as she panted. She wore a stunning blue dress over her white fur and carried a grocery bag with a champagne bottle jutting out. It was the first time Caprice had seen Nicole since the breakup besides the occasional, awkward times they would pass each other on the quad.

The fox wondered for the first time whether she was doing the right thing. She could unlock her choker right now, appear before Nicole, explain the whole thing, and tell her that she couldn't go through with it. That would surely be worth something.

Then Darshan's laughter boomed through the door, a small smile lit up Nicole's face, and Caprice's resolve strengthened once more. When Nicole entered the apartment, Caprice squeezed in after her and pressed herself against the wall.

Darshan was one of the first to turn to the door, small ears below his backward baseball cap flicking toward the sound. His bulky body was practically bursting out of his tank top and he held a can of beer in one paw.

"There's our birthday girl!" he called.

All eyes turned to Nicole and a smattering of greetings filled the air. It was a lonely feeling for every eye to be pointed at the hare but for none to land on Caprice right beside her.

As Darshan enveloped Nicole's slight frame in his huge arms, Caprice slipped away from the living room toward the bedroom, careful not to bump anyone or anything lest she be seen as some kind of nuisance again.

Tendrils of gold light licked out beneath the bedroom door, and whenever they touched her footpaws they felt pleasantly warm but also ticklish. They confirmed that she was in the right place. She entered, then closed the door behind her and examined her target for the first time.

Despite herself, she nearly gasped at the sight of it. It was an abstract, geometric Lumomantic sculpture crafted from solid light, a delicate, spindling complex of flying buttresses and arabesques. Miles of space were folded inside it, and a galaxy of brilliant stars spun deep within its heart.

This was the object of Caprice's revenge.

She had been willing to move on after Nicole broke up with her for no reason, when she slept with a stupid jock mere weeks later, and even after she spread rumors that Caprice practiced black magic.

However, she could not forgive Nicole for stealing her rightful place as recipient of Crowhurst College's prestigious Venerable Warlock award. Caprice had been the one to tutor Nicole in Lumomancy in the first place, she remembered, fuming.

Besides, her own senior project was objectively more impressive and technically complex. Granted, the blood weasels had misbehaved during her presentation. Perhaps they were also less aesthetically pleasing than Nicole's sculpture, and perhaps their creation also skirted the line between white and black magic.

Nonetheless, she had dreamed of being named Venerable Warlock for years - far too long to allow Nicole to swoop in and steal it. Nicole had never even expressed interest in such awards. Caprice could not go back in time and change things (yet), but she could at least make Nicole feel a fraction of the pain she felt.

She reached into her pocket and withdrew a syringe of inky black fluid. A few drops of vilesun injected into the heart of the sculpture would give it a slow death over multiple days. Nicole could try her best to save it, but, ultimately, she would watch her creation die.

Caprice stepped toward the sculpture and placed the needle against the largest artery of light.

"Goodbye, Nicole," she said.

Before she could depress the plunger, the bedroom door opened behind her. She spun, wide-eyed, and saw Darshan and Nicole standing in the doorway.

"I totally knew I heard the door open," Darshan said.

Nicole's eyes scanned the room for anything out of place before landing on Caprice. Her gaze was distant and abstracted. "What is that?" she asked, pointing to the fox.

"What's what, babe?"

"That. That wasn't here before, was it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"This."

Nicole walked up to Caprice and placed her familiar paw on her shoulder, which awoke mixed feelings in the fox. Caprice was frozen in place with fear, silently urging the two to give up and go away.

"Oh, that thing," the bear said. "Wasn't that always there?"

"No. Someone must have left it here. Can you take it out to the living room and see whose it is?"

"No problemo."

Darshan took a step toward Caprice. She had no doubt that the bear could lift her, perhaps even break her if he wasn't careful. She muttered a haste spell under her breath, dodged out of the way, then slipped through the door. As she did, the glass syringe fell to the ground and shattered. The vilesun evaporated rapidly as it was exposed to the air, dimming all the lights in the apartment for several seconds.

Her revenge was foiled. There was nothing to do now but get out, maybe try again - or maybe not. The whole thing seemed stupid now. What had she even been hoping to prove?

"Amit!" Darshan called from behind her. "Can you stop that thing?"

"What thing? Oh."

As she neared Amit, the tiger pulled an amethyst wand from his belt. The wand, Caprice knew, was a momentum arrestor. Amit worked at the airship harbor, where the tool was used to secure heavy cargo from sliding around in high winds.

It made sense that he would think to use it now if he perceived Caprice as some strange object moving on its own. However, Caprice also knew that momentum arrestors had safety measures in place to not work on living things.

As she passed, the wand touched her arm harmlessly - or so she thought. Suddenly, the fox found herself unable to take her next step, one leg suspended in midair but refusing to fall. She forced her body forward, but an equally powerful force pushed in the opposite direction and held her in place. How was this possible?

"Thanks, bro," Darshan said. Addressing the room, he called, "Hey, anyone forget this thing?"

A few guests responded "Not me," while others responded, "What thing?"

"Whatever. I'll just throw it in the corner for now."

Caprice was forced to watch as the party carried on through the night. Seeing Nicole so happy with Darshan and her friends was crushing, and the fox tried her best to ignore it.

She focused her mind instead on her current predicament. Why had the momentum arrestor worked? Perhaps her Glamour had affected its ability to distinguish living from non-living things. The more she thought about it, the more that seemed theoretically possible.

The question remained: how would she get out of this?

She decided to try a basic command object spell to move the key from her pocket to the padlock. Removing the collar would get her caught, but it was better that than stay here a minute longer.

As she attempted to speak the spell, she felt her breath reverse itself as it tried to leave her muzzle. The implications of this were…unsettling.

Magic was out. What about physical force? The momentum arrestor was meant to work on crates, not living things that moved with deliberate force. Perhaps she could simply break through.

Caprice willed all her strength into her arm and pushed as hard as she could. Her paw moved perhaps an inch closer to her pocket, but the canceling force was too great. She gave up, and gasped for air in exhaustion.

Bit by bit, it was getting harder to breathe. Something about the arrested momentum was preventing air from circulating properly, and her lungs were slightly emptier after each breath. It wasn't terrible - it reminded her of the high altitudes of the Forbidden Mountain - but she had a creeping suspicion that it would get worse with time.

The party died down around midnight. Darshan and Nicole turned out the lights, leaving Caprice in the dark, and went to bed. Soon, the unmistakable sounds of moaning drifted from the bedroom. She listened helplessly to Darshan's heavy body slapping against the hare, and eventually to simultaneous groans of release.

Perhaps she could learn to be happy for the couple some day. But, for now, she was calling to mind the words of a fleshrot incantation she would use on Darshan's cock the instant she escaped.

Despite herself, she felt physically comfortable in the bonds of the force that held her in place. It pushed like a weighted blanket from every direction at once, so that even standing upright in the corner was pleasant enough. She soon fell asleep to the sounds of gentle snoring from the other room.

She awoke to the sound of Nicole's voice.

"Has anyone claimed this thing yet?"

Darshan glanced up from his coffee, looking like he had forgotten Caprice was there. "Naw, nothing yet. I even posted a pic in the group chat but no one knows what it is."

"Hm."

Caprice made direct eye contact with Nicole, desperate for some hint of recognition. Unfortunately, the Glamour successfully kept Nicole from any further curiosity about the strange object in her living room.

"Let's just keep it."

"Keep it where?"

"In front of the couch. We did say the place needs more decorations, right?"

"Yeah," Darshan said indifferently.

"Help me move it?"

Darshan set his coffee aside and plodded over to Caprice. He lifted the fox by the waist as she fumed impotently. "Where do you want it, babe?"

Nicole chuckled. "Right there should be fine."

He set Caprice down on her back on the area rug.

"That looks nice," she said. "That orange color is a nice accent for our other furniture. It almost looks like fox fur."

"Yeah."

"And it looks almost as plush."

Nicole hopped onto the couch and placed her footpaws on Caprice's chest. They were long but slender, unpadded and fluffy, and, as Nicole hadn't yet showered, had a faint feminine musk.

"Let me try," Darshan said.

He flopped down next to Nicole and rested his much heavier footpaws next to hers on top of Caprice. His were shorter but had puffy black pads, alarmingly long, untrimmed claws, and a musk strong enough to make Caprice's head spin.

"Nice!" he said.

"Hang on," Nicole said, standing.

She went to the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors in her paw. Caprice struggled for air as her heart raced. Nicole could be planning anything with those sharp blades, and she would be powerless to stop it.

The hare knelt down and slid the blades under the bottom of Caprice's robes. Then she started snipping and the thin fabric of the robes came apart easily, falling in two pieces to either side of the fox.

Next came her underwear and bra, and, when the cold metal touched her fur, so close to her most vulnerable places, she braced herself. However, Nicole was careful and stripped her cleanly.

Caprice now lay naked and exposed on the floor of Nicole's apartment.

"There we go," Nicole said brightly. "I knew there would be more of that soft surface under those wrappings."

Darshan lifted Caprice so that Nicole could take away her shredded clothes, then set her back down. The weight of his footpaws sank into her chest once more, and he stroked them along her soft fur.

"Yeah, that feels really nice! Good thinking, babe."

Caprice was still trying to catch her breath when she realized what Nicole was doing with her clothes. She was carrying them to the trash - and the key to her choker along with them.

The fox tried to scream, hoping to at least produce some sound. But, by then, Darshan's exploring footpaws had reached her muzzle. He experimentally pushed down on the new texture, smothering her completely. The smell of his musk filled her lungs, and every gasp for air only took in more of it.

Nicole sat down next to Darshan again and rested her footpaws on Caprice's bare belly. She explored the fox's texture in the other direction, trailing between her legs and catching her toes on her sensitive clit. The fox wanted to squirm or to stop the hare, but, of course, could not.

The hare traced her footpaws idly through Caprice's fur, obviously enjoying the feel as she sipped her coffee. Within minutes, Caprice was dizzy from the musk and the occasional, unintentional teasing.

"My next class is in an hour," Caprice said, standing. "I should shower and get going."

"Come on, babe," Darshan said. "Let me get in the shower with you. We've got time for a quick one."

"You're insatiable." The hare thought about it for a moment. "Alright, bear. Come on."

"Hell yeah!"

Darshan left for his own classes shortly after Nicole left, and Caprice was left alone on the floor. She stared at the ceiling and listened to the sounds of neighboring apartments - dogs barking, children crying, and the bass of music.

By afternoon, she realized that she wasn't hungry or thirsty. This was a curious development, and she occupied herself thinking through the theoretical framework of Glamour for what might explain it.

The answer came to her out of the fog. Perception shaped reality, so if she was perceived as an inanimate object strongly enough, she would have the needs of one.

What did that mean for her if she stayed this way? What other needs or faculties might this state erode over time?

That night, Darshan helped Nicole move her lightsculpture to a place of pride in the living room. It was bad enough that Caprice was now forced to look at it at all times, but its loose tendrils now continuously slithered along the floor and licked at her footpaws.

At first, it was only mildly bothersome, something she could ignore with enough willpower. As it went on, though, something about the hard light made the underside of her footpaws more and more sensitive, and it grew unbearable. It tickled her relentlessly, almost like the dim consciousness inside the lightsculpture was getting back at her for her attempted murder.

She knew that squirming would do no good, but her body shook and convulsed involuntarily as the tickling continued to escalate. Her straining made her breathe more heavily, until her lungs began to burn. When Nicole and Darshan sat down on the couch for dinner and rested their paws on her, it was almost a relief to have some other sensation as a distraction.

That night, Caprice thought about the time she had been spending as a pawrest. She wondered how she might be a better pawrest. How long until the next time she would be used as a pawrest?

This was all irrational, of course. Unable to exhale fully, the carbon dioxide was building up in her brain and clouding her thoughts. But she also knew that that wasn't the full explanation. Perception continued to shape reality, and she was falling more and more into the role of a helpful inanimate object.

There were only two ways that she could foresee escaping this fate. One would be if someone came looking for her, but, even if they searched Nicole's apartment, who would think to employ anti-Glamour measures? The other would be if the padlock and clasp of the choker was broken. This seemed even less likely - she had designed the thing very carefully.

Days passed. When Nicole and Darshan were out of the apartment, time passed especially quickly, as though she had no need to exist when they weren't present. Perhaps she didn't. She came to crave her new owners' musk, and once or twice even came just from the scent of it.

Her lungs emptied entirely and burned nonstop. The tickling of her footpaws was unceasing, thought-destroying.

"I'm all packed," Nicole said one day.

"Alright, babe. I'll hold down the fort."

"Have a nice spring break. I'll make sure to bring you back something from the Floating Sea."

"Just bring yourself back. I'm going to miss you. And I'm going to miss this." He slapped her ass, making her cotton tail bounce.

"You're such a romantic," she laughed. They shared a long kiss before she left.

Once she was gone, Darshan grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, plopped on the couch, and let his footpaws slam down onto Caprice's chest. If there was any air left inside her, it would have been driven out with the force.

He spent most of the day playing games on his phone while binging a show called Blue Collective as background noise. The show seemed to be about depressed cops, though Caprice, by this point, was having a hard time following complex ideas.

Three days into spring break, Darshan discovered that his new piece of furniture came with a built-in pussy.

"Huh," he said as he probed the opening with one finger.

Caprice had enough consciousness left to protest internally. There was no way she was going to let that stupid jock use her helpless body. There had to still be some way to get out of this nightmare.

He explored her with two fingers with a glazed expression as he seemed to realize that the thing was the perfect size and shape for him.

The bear left the room, and came back with a bottle of lube. Without warning, he pulled down his athletic shorts and began stroking his cock.

He spread a thick layer of lube over his shaft and fingered the rest into her. His cock was proportional to his huge body, and Caprice wondered how he was going to fit that tree trunk inside her.

Part of her was ready and willing to accommodate his needs. She would let him split her open if that was what it took to be useful. But a larger part of her refused to submit. She willed her body to fight back, to somehow stop him from taking advantage of her vulnerable state.

He lined up his cockhead against her unprotected opening. Of course, he wouldn't be using a condom, and he certainly wouldn't pull out. He was just a stupid boy who couldn't think of anything besides satisfying himself, even if it meant making a mess of their new furniture.

Darshan pushed, and, when he met resistance, increased his pressure, using his body weight to force his way inside. Inevitably, his cock painfully popped into her.

"Fuck," he moaned.

Caprice felt as if her entire body had to reorganize itself around him as he inched his way deeper into her. She was so tight around him that she could feel the individual throbs of his swollen cock.

After he buried himself fully inside, he paused for a moment, then pulled out his phone. The sound of a video began to play, and she saw him scroll forward in the runtime. Moans and wet slaps sounded tinnily from the speaker, and he stared slack-jawed at the screen.

Without looking down at Caprice, who was, after all, a conveniently shaped but uninteresting bit of furniture, he began to thrust in time with the male in the video. The male in the video was not gentle.

Darshan alternated between taking his time and slapping against the furniture's hole, obviously trying to make it last, but not too long. He would finish on his schedule.

Being used like this accelerated the furniture's - Caprice's - mental deterioration. She watched his face contort in pleasure and felt pride that she was the one doing it. She was being put to use as a cocksleeve, and she was obviously being a very good cocksleeve.

The bear growled and sped up his thrusts. The fox furniture wanted him to cum inside it. It was going to feel so good for him, which was going to feel so good for her.

The male in the video moaned as he finished, and Darshan's cock swelled slightly as he prepared to do the same. He didn't hold back that breeding instinct which told him to bury his rich seed as deep as possible. The furniture felt herself stretch almost beyond her limits as his cockhead jammed itself against its cervix.

With a gasp, he let it all out into her. It came at the same time, simply from the sight of his pleasure. The bear turned off the porn video and collapsed on top of the furniture, leaving her unable to breathe even if it wanted to. Breathing heavily, he kept his cock inside her until he throbbed and dribbled out the remainder of his seed. His load had been so thick, so virile, that there was no doubt he would have impregnated his partner if it had been an actual woman.

Over the remainder of the vacation, Darshan used it several more times, sometimes more than once a day. Each time drove away another vestige of independent thought the furniture might once have had.

When Nicole returned, she noticed the sodden spot between the furniture's legs, which remained despite Darshan's attempts to clean up after himself.

"What happened there?" she asked.

"Oh, uh-" His ears drooped. "I spilled a drink."

The furniture was pleased to see Nicole return because that meant it could once more be her pawrest. Being used was the highest pleasure it could attain.

Someday, Nicole and Darshan might break it or throw it away, but the furniture didn't think about this. It no longer needed to think, to breathe, or to cum, though it did often and enjoyed it when it happened. It only needed to serve.