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At this point, I've uploaded all the segments in my (unimaginatively titled) Nicky's World series that are suitable for Deviant Art. The full list of segments written (roughly in chronological order) are as follows:
  1. Nicky's World
  2. Endgame
  3. Study Session
  4. Unexpected Summon
  5. Summer Break
  6. Special Project
  7. Warehouse Explorer
The stories that I felt fell outside of Deviant Art's policies can be found on my FurAffinity page. Please note that you will need to have a FurAffinity account to view them, as all of the stories were marked as containing Adult content (which FurAffinity restricts to members).

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At this point, I've uploaded all the segments in my (unimaginatively titled) Nicky's World series that are suitable for Deviant Art. The full list of segments written (roughly in chronological order) are as follows:
  1. Nicky's World
  2. Endgame
  3. Study Session
  4. Unexpected Summon
  5. Summer Break
  6. Special Project
  7. Warehouse Explorer
The stories that I felt fell outside of Deviant Art's policies can be found on my FurAffinity page. Please note that you will need to have a FurAffinity account to view them, as all of the stories were marked as containing Adult content (which FurAffinity restricts to members).

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The middle-age vixen placed the rib bone on the plate in front of her, licked her muzzle then spoke. "Wonderful grilling Rocko. I assume you'll be taking the leftovers home?"


The response from the todd seated across the picnic table from her was a nod. "Yes. Olivia dropped me off here on the way to go shopping, and I promised her a sample of the cooking."


A younger vixen was seated next to the middle-aged vixen at the table. She shared the features of the two older vulpines, and was the next to speak. "I assume she's doing shopping for the cruise dad?"


Rocko nodded again. "Indeed she is Nicky. I thought we had everything we needed, but what do we guys know about such things?"


This line solicited laughter from both of the vixens, before the older one spoke again. "You have some fashion sense Rocko. If you didn't, the two of you wouldn't have been together for as long as you have."


The todd blushed a little. "I appreciate the vote of confidence Darci. We've had our rough moments in recent years, but things have settled down."


Nicky looked over the table before standing and reaching for one of the empty serving dishes. As she did so, she spoke. "Well, it looks like we're all about done eating. Should I clear the table? I know mom had plans for us for the afternoon."


Darci nodded. "Please do so Nicky, and I do. A little bird told me that my pet wanted to lose a few kilos before that cruise, and I got the impression that my girl wanted to work out some so she'd be in good condition for her summer job."


Rocko paused a moment while reaching for Darci's plate. "You would be correct Mistress. What's the job Nicky?"


"I'll be working as a lifeguard at the beach."


"I can see how you would need to be in shape for that. What kind of a swimsuit?"


Darci interjected before Nicky could speak. "Your basic one-piece suit, much to her dismay and my relief. She does enjoy showing off her curves after all."


Nicky blushed. "You know your girl well Mistress."


Both older vulpines chuckled at that, before Darci spoke again. "As well I should. Now, both of you hurry up and get everything cleared from outside. When you're finished, present yourself to me back here. While you are doing so, I'll get the equipment we'll need. Washing the dishes can wait until later."


Rocko and Nicky responded in unison with a simple "Yes, Mistress." before starting to scurry around the patio to pick up from the lunch. Darci took a moment to stretch before moving up the steps to the patio door and into her house. After passing through the adjacent kitchen and dining room, she turned and padded into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. After entering turned towards her closet and casually reached back, pulling her t-shirt off. As the shirt arched through the air towards the bed, she undid the clasp of her shorts over her tail. Moments later, it joined the shirt on the edge of the bed.


Clad in only in her silk undergarments, Darci opened the closet door and took a deep breath, enjoying the the smell of leather mixed with the other fabrics contained within. After a moment of consideration, she stepped inside and selected a pair jogging shoes, a pair of running shorts, and a light-weight workout shirt. The selected items were placed on the foot of the bed before she reached back and undid the clasp holding her bra in place. The bra ended up on the bed next to the discarded shorts and t-shirt, followed shortly thereafter by the thong she had been wearing.


The vixen strode over to the dresser against the wall and retrieved a pair of panties and a sports bra from one of the drawers. After sliding the new undergarments on, she put on the clothing which she had retrieved from the closet. Darci took a moment to gather her discarded clothing into a pile at the foot of the bed, before exiting her bedroom. On her way out the door, she grabbed a belt bag from the top of the dresser. This particular model was able to hold several water bottles, in its pockets. She crossed the hall and opened a locked door before descending down a set of stairs into her basement. After opening a second locked door at the foot of the stairs, she found herself in the familiar confines of her private dungeon.


It only took a couple minutes to find the pieces of equipment that she was looking for. After gathering them into a bag, she ascended the stairs, making certain both doors were locked on the way. As she emerged from the basement, she noted that her submissives had finished clearing the picnic table and had gone elsewhere in the house. Darci casually padded outside and settled down on the low wall surrounding the patio, setting the gear on the wall next to her.


As she waited for her submissives to get back out, she took the chance to survey the lawn. The back of the yard was taken up with a small garage which opened into the alley behind the house. Next to the garage was a small garden which she used to bolster her food supply in the summer. In front of the garden was a tall apple tree, a sturdy branch extending over the neatly trimmed lawn. Adjacent to the patio was an above ground pool, allowing the household to cool off on the warm summer days that were coming. Surrounding the yard was a tall wooden privacy fence.


Darci didn't have long to wait. Nicky and Rocko came out of the house less than a minute after Darci did, padding around to kneel in front of her on the grass, paws resting on slightly spread knees and heads bowed. Neither had anything on past the identical ornamental collars they wore. After they were settled, Darci gave a faint nod of approval her tailtip flicking as she spoke. "Good, my pets. Very good."


The response from both kneeling vulpines was a soft "Thank you Mistress." The corners of Darci's mouth twitched into a momentary smile before she continued speaking. "Pet, stand. Place your paws behind your neck, fingers interleaved with each other and your footpaws slightly more than shoulder width apart."


Rocko shifted positions, moving his paws off of his knees before standing and assuming the pose instructed. Darci retrieved one of the items from her pile of gear before standing herself. With a practiced ease, she proceeded to wrap the metal belt of the device around the todd's hips below his tail before placing the pins from one half through the holes from the other. She then pulled the metal band of the protector between his leg, quickly placing his sheath in its pocket before it had a chance to grow. After fitting the holes in the protector plate over the pins in the belt, she carefully secured a lock over the pins, preventing the belt from coming off.


The todd flushed a little as he was quickly denied the ability to masturbate, hoping that he would be let out in time for the cruise. Darci tugged lightly on the chastity belt, checking its fit before retrieving a length of green cloth from the pile of gear. She wraps the cloth around the todd's waist, forming a knee-length loin cloth over the belt. After stepping back and taking a moment to look over her pet, she spoke. "Pet, resume your previous position. Girl, stand and place your paws behind your neck with your fingers clasped and your footpaws next to each other. " Rocko reversed his previous movements, settling to his knees before lowering his rear to his heels. As he settled, he shifted a little, reacquainting himself with the feel of the chastity belt.


For her part, Nicky shift to the standing posture she had been instructed to take. She had a chastity belt similar to what Rocko was wearing, and she knew from prior experience that her mistress rarely put just one of her pets in a chastity belt. She was a bit puzzled though as it would be harder for her mistress to place the belt on her in the pose she had been instructed to take. "Girl, shift your weight to your right leg and lift your left footpaw." Nicky blinked at the command, before shifting her weight as instructed. Darci slid something around the raised footpaw before speaking again. "Place your left footpaw on the ground and lift your right footpaw up." Nicky complied with the instruction and felt the same something being slid around her other leg. Darci started to slide the item up Nicky's legs as she spoke. "You may put your footpaw back down girl."


As instructed, Nicky settled her footpaw back on the ground, then felt Darci slide what felt like a pair of panties up her legs. The material of the garment was unfamiliar to the younger vixen. It was slightly cool and seemed stiffer than the garments she usually wore. The waistband was split in the back, allowing it to fit over the wearer's hips and tail. Nicky felt it settle into place before being pulled tight against her fur. This was followed a moment later by the familiar clicking of a lock, just over her tail. Darci spoke once more. "Unclasp your fingers girl, and rest your paws on your shoulder blades, elbows up in the air."


Nicky did as she was told, and wasn't surprised to feel the brush of the same fabric against her paws and shoulder, before being passed around her arms and over her head before resting on top of her breasts. The fabric rested there a moment before Darci pushed the fleshy mounds into the confines of the fabric. Another quick gesture later, and a lock was securing the fabric in the rear, preventing its removal.


"At ease girl. Try to see if you can paw off." Nicky blinked at the instruction, before tracing her paws along the shoulder-straps of what felt like a sports bra. When she tried to give her breasts a light squeeze, the nature of the garment became clearer as her paws were met with firm resistance. After a few unsuccessful moments of trying to push it left and right, she dropped her paws to her hips, finding the same fabric as before. She was unsurprised when she tapped her fingers against the fabric over her clit and was greeted with a hollow sound which was heard rather than felt. After a few more moments of failing to fit a finger under the fabric, she crossed her paws behind her back and spoke. "This one cannot Mistress."


Darci nodded. "You will be wearing these under your work uniform, my girl. Although I pondered getting you something a bit more corset-like, I surmised that you would need your flexibility. Are either of you feeling any pinching?"


The other two vulpines shook their heads, and Darci continued speaking. "Good. Girl, go get a change of clothing for each of us, along with our shower supplies and put it in your backpack. When you are done, come back out here wearing the backpack and kneel as you were before."


"Yes Mistress. Were you thinking of any sort of clothing in particular?"


"Something casual for the bus ride home."


"As you command Mistress." Nicky turned slightly and padded back inside the house while Darci turned her focus back to Rocko. "Pet, sit on the patio wall next to the gear, facing the yard with your paws crossed behind your back." The todd leaned forward in response, shifting to his hands and knees before taking a couple steps sideways and forwards. He then shifted positions, placing his paws on the wall and turning around as he came to a seated position. Once he was settled, Darci lifted the todd's left footpaw up, held it in place for a moment, then released it. Rocko took the silent instruction and continued to hold the leg as his mistress had left it.


Darci reached into the pile of gear and pulled out a pair of boots. They resembled high-heals, except they lacked the heal portion. In addition, a glinting horseshoe was built into the sole of each boot. After taking a moment to identify which boot was which, Darci slid one onto the extended leg. Built into the back of the boot was a zipper, which the vixen proceeded to slide up the calf, closing the boot until it was secure over the todd's knee. As the zipper settled in place at the top of the boot cuffs, a faint click told both vulpines that it was locked on. Darci lightly pushed the left footpaw back down to the ground before repeating the process with the right footpaw.


After standing and taking a moment to look over her handiwork, Darci spoke. "Pet, stand and take a moment to check your circulation. Once you have done so, go get the leftovers that you will be taking home and your clothing and put it in the spare backpack in the dining room. Put on the backpack, then come back out and kneel as you were before."


The todd gave a brief nod of his head and spoke a simple "Yes Mistress" before doing as instructed, wobbling a moment as he settled into the boots. Darci had to wait a couple minutes before Nicky emerged from the house and settled again as instructed. Two more boots similar to those that Rocko emerged from the pile, and the younger vixen was rapidly fitted in an identical manner. By the time she had been fitted, the todd had emerged from the house and was kneeling as instructed. Darci flicked an ear back and gave another order. "Girl, take a couple moments to walk around and check the fit. When you are done, return to the patio and stand next to the wall with your back facing it. Pet, stand, take a step forward, then place your forearms together behind your back, paws on the elbows."


Both submissives stood as instructed. Darci retrieved a leather arm binder from the rapidly diminishing pile of gear and loosened the buckles on the straps. After sliding the bag portion of the arm binder over the todd's arms, she looped the harness over his head then tightened the straps. "Is anything too tight pet?"


Rocko gave a shake of the head, then responded "No, Mistress. Everything is comfortable." Darci gave a nod of her own, then used more padlocks to secure the straps. As she turned to look at Nicky, she gave another command. "Pet, go stand next to my girl." As Rocko padded around, she lightly grasped Nicky's arms and pushed them so that she was holding the same pose as the todd. Darci then proceeded to fit a matching arm binder onto the younger vixen, securing the straps in place once she too stated that everything was ok.


The final major pieces of gear in the pile ended up being a pair of trainer muzzles with built-in blinders. As she hefted one of them in her paws, she spoke. "Usual pony rules pets, one stomp for yes, two for no, three for safeword. Understood?" The other two vulpines each stomped a foot once, the shoes on the bottoms of the boots clicking as they impacted the concreet of the patio. Darci nodded, then reached forward, trying to slip the end of the muzzle over Rocko's head. This gesture was made harder when the todd gave a toss of his head and a raspberry. The elder vixen just shook her head and gave her pet a light slap to the cheek. "Now, behave pet. Otherwise, I won't give you a treat at the end of our workout." Rocko snorted, gave another toss of his head, then held it still, eyes forward. Darci waited a moment, then quickly slid the muzzle into place, punctuating the action with the clicking of yet another lock.


After giving the now repentant pony-fox a scritch between the ears, Darci turned her attention to her other pet. Nicky held her head in place, eyes forward. As Darci reached for the second muzzle, the only response from the younger vixen was a flick of the ears. Once the muzzle was secured around her head, she gave a light toss of the head, murring as she too received a brief scritch. Darci had a faint smile at the reaction, then spoke. "Ok pets, everything comfortable? This is your final chance to say something before we head out."


Once again, the response was a single stomp from each pony-fox. Darci gave a grin that told her pets that she was up to something. "Good. Stay here while I get a couple things from inside, then we'll be off." The vixen strowed into the house and closed the patio door behind her, locking it. She then went into the kitchen and filled a trio of water bottles with ice and water before storing them all in pouches on her belt bag. After taking a glance around the living room, she stepped out through the front door and locked it behind her.


Darci padded around the side of the house into the back yard where her pets awaited, opening the gate in the fence on her way. As she passed the section of the wall where she had placed the items from the basement, she spoke. "Today's exercise will be a light canter back to my pet's home. We will be pausing for short water breaks every mile or so. I expect you to move with an appropriate gait. Failure to do so will be punished." As she spoke, the vixen picked up two pairs of reigns from the top of the wall, clearing it off. She looped the middle of each set of reins around the belt before clipping one set to each muzzle.


After taking a glance back at each of her ponies, Darci clicked her tongue then started walking towards the side gate. As the slack in the reins stretched out, the brace of pony-foxen started moving, lifting their knees high with each step. Once the trio had passed through the still-open gate, Darci clicked her tongue twice in quick succession. All three foxen stopped before the lead vulpine moved to push the gate closed.


Darci paused a moment to listen for the click of the gate, before signaling her pets to start moving forward. The trio walked around the house, the boots of the pony-foxen thudding in the grass. The lead vixen strolled around the house, down the front walk and turned onto the sidewalk. As she made the turn, she gave another click of the tongue and picked up the pace, her pets following her lead.


The trio moved along the street at a light jog through the residential neighborhood. A handful of people were out and about in their front yards, but things were otherwise quiet. The path took them to a traffic light which turned red just as they reached it. As Darci slowed to a stop, she spoke. "Keep trotting in place my ponies." The two pony-foxen complied with the command, lifting their knees high as they walked in place. A minute later, the light changed and she signaled them to start moving again.


The street they were following terminated at the base of a T intersection, but the sidewalk extended further between two houses. Darci lead the trio down this path and out over a small pedestrian bridge. This bridge extended over a river and joined up with a path that paralleled the river. Once on the river path, the downtown skyline stretched out ahead of them.


After being on the path for a few minutes, Darci clicked her tongue twice in quick succession, paused a moment, then repeated the sound. After each command, the pony-foxen slowed, first to a trot, and then to a walk. The trio shifted their trajectory slightly, moving onto the grass as the lead vixen spoke. "Stop and kneel on the ground pets, facing each other." The other two vulpines complied with the command with an experienced ease. Once they were kneeling, Darci retrieved the two water bottles from the belt bag and gave each pet a couple squirts of water in their muzzle from a bottle.


Darci slipped the bottles back in the holders, then spoke again. "Back on your hooves pets." Her companions carefully shifted their weight, moving from the settled pose back to a standing posture. Darci stepped forward between them, then gave a click of the tongue as she started to move forward. The two pony-foxen started moving a moment later, keeping up with the pace their leader was setting.


As the trio moved down the path, they were passed in the opposite direction by various joggers and bicyclists. When a cyclist came up behind them, Darci shifted slightly towards the side of the path, her pets following her lead to give the cyclist a place to pass. As could be expected, the passage of the group elicited numerous reactions, mostly ranging from lust to surprise. A few people gave them disapproving looks, but the vast majority were impressed with how the pair of pony-foxen looked.


Beyond the occasional dirty look, the jog ended up being fairly uneventful. On a few occasions, Darci nodded to a passer-by whom they knew. On a couple others, Nicky blushed as she passed a classmate. The distant skyline grew closer and closer as the trio played leapfrog with a couple cyclists who seemed to be more interested in watching the trio than watching where they were going. After one close call, Darci gave the cyclist a hard stare and gestured down the path in a flicking motion with a couple of her fingers. The rider got the point and continued on his way as they didn't see him again.


After several more quick breaks and hours on the path, the trio were moving among the afternoon shadows of the downtown skyscrapers. The pace moved from a steady canter back to a brisk trot as the lead vixen mentally noted the names and numbers of the streets the path passed under. Finally, they reached a familiar street and took the ramp off of the path to street level, dropping slowing to a walk as they did so.


Darci guided the group a couple blocks on surface streets, before approaching the parking garage associated with a condominium complex. The trio paused in front of the pedestrian door, then the lead vixen spoke. "Do you have you keycard handy pet?" The response from the todd was a single stomp before he turned and half-crouched, brushing the backpack against the reader by the door. A moment later, the reader beeped and the door clicked.


Darci reached out and grasped the handle of the door, pulling it open for the other two vulpines. Nicky extended a hoof to catch the door as Darci entered, followed by Rocko. As they entered, the screen next to one of the elevators lit up with the number 19. A minute later, the door slid open after the car arrived. Darci gave a single click of the tongue and lead the trio into the elevator. A few seconds later, the door slid closed and a beep was heard from the control panel of the elevator. Rocko shifted positions and bumped his backpack against the badge reader by the door. The control panel beeped again, and the elevator started moving upward.


As the elevator car moved upwards, Darci carefully stepped around Nicky so that she could lead the other two out of the elevator. A few seconds after finishing the maneuver, the elevator dinged, and the door opened. The trio stepped out of the elevator into a tile floored mud room. Both Darci and Rocko glanced at the coat hooks on the wall, the todd giving a snort as he saw an umbrella hanging from a hook. Darci gave a bob of the head and called out as she opened the inner door. "Good afternoon Olivia. I decided to jog back to your house with Rocko after our lunch."


The lead vixen gave a click of the tongue and lead the trio through the doorway. As they entered the hallway, a stunning lioness clad in a provocative dress stepped out of another door further down. Darci gave two quick clicks of the tongue and stopped before giving a quick bow to the lioness. The lioness gave a measured bob of the head in return and padded over to the blushing todd, giving him a hug. She then spoke. "How was the jog? I see you decided to spice things up as usual."


Darci responded. "It went well. We had the usual number of gawkers, but I didn't have to wipe any memories."


"Always a good thing. I assume that you would like to borrow the shower before heading home?"


"We would. Did you have a chance to eat while you were out and about? Rocko brought some leftovers home as promised."


"I did, but they will probably make a good lunch tomorrow. Is he on restriction?"


Darci gave a shake of the head. "Not really. He was a touch cheeky, but not enough to deserve punishment." The todd started to breath a mental sigh of relief but it was cut short as Darci continued speaking. "Make certain I give you his key before I go so you can play with him when you want. I would prefer that he remain secure at other times, but the choice is yours."


"I will take that under advisement. Despite your assertions that I would make a good Domme, I still don't see myself as one."


Rocko closed his eyes for a moment and snorted. Darci chuckled at the reaction. "I suppose my pets would like to get out of their tack. May we have leave to do so?"


"You may. You know where the bathroom is."


Darci nodded and gave a click of the tongue, leading her pets forward. They moved down the hall and turned into another doorway, ending up in a spacious bathroom. After closing the door, Darci unlocked and removed both muzzles. She then proceeded to help Rocko out of all of his equipment except the chastity belt and collar. While he made use of the shower, Darci repeated the untacking process on her daughter, removing everything but the chastity devices and collar.


Rocko finished with his shower a couple minutes later. As Nicky took her turn in the shower, Darci dismissed Rocko to get dressed and put the food in the refrigerator. She then started to pack the tack up in the backpack the todd had been wearing. She finished the packing about the same time as Nicky finished her shower. While the older vixen showered, the younger vixen began packing up her tack along with the towel she had used for drying off. Once Darci finished her shower, she changed back into the clothing she had been wearing before the outing and packed up the remaining supplies in the backpack that Rocko had left in the bathroom.


After taking a final glance around the bathroom, the older vixen padded back into the hallway, taking a glance for the rest of the group. She found Rocko and Olivia snuggling on the couch, while Nicky was seated in an armchair, pack on her back. The lioness was the first to speak. "Feeling refreshed?"


Darci nodded. "I am. Thank you again for allowing me and my daughter to clean up."


Olivia smiled. "You're welcome. Final weekend before the trip, and I knew you three wanted to spend a bit of time together."


Another nod from the vixen as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She spoke as she padded over to the lioness. "We did. I don't think our schedules will mesh well for a little while, so this was as good a time as any. Here's the key for Rocko's belt. I assume you got everything you needed while shopping?"


Olivia accepted the key from Darci and responded. "I did. Amazing how there's always something that you need to chase down at the last minute."


Nicky had an amused chuckle at the line. "Tell me about it. Speaking of last minute, I think we probably should get going if we want to catch the next bus."


Darci glanced at the time and nodded. "Indeed. With your leave?"


Olivia responded with a nod. "Travel safely. I'm certain Rocko will tell you all about it when we get back."


The todd chuckled. "I certainly will."


Darci padded over to the couple seated on the couch and gave both a hug. Nicky stood up and exchanged hugs as well. The two vixens then padded out to the mud room. Darci pressed the 'Lobby' button on the display. A minute later the elevator car arrived and the duo entered, starting their trip home.
Summer Break
Another story involving Nicky and her family. This time, it's a family workout. This story was started in response to a story contest that ruaidri had on FurAffinity, but wasn't finished in time.
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The rabbit took a moment to brush her bangs back as she paused outside the hallway door. The sign next to the door gave a room number of 205, and indicated that it was department office. She then turned the knob to open the door and padded in, a faint spring in her step.


Inside was a small waiting area, a desk, and 3 other doors, all closed. Seated behind the desk was a male vulpine, somewhat on the lanky side. He looked up from the tablet on the desk as she entered. After a moment, he spoke. "Can I help you?"


"Yes.  My name is Morgan, and I have a 2 o'clock appointment with the director."


After taking a moment to glance at the tablet, he responded.  "She's in the left most office. She's expecting you, so you can head on in."


Morgan twitched an ear tip, then padded towards the office she had been directed to. After taking a moment to tap on the door, she opened it and stepped in.


Seated behind the large desk was an equally large brown bear. As Morgan entered, the bear pushed her chair back and stood, before padding around the desk to meet the lapin. "Welcome. I'm Notana, head of the summoning program." As she spoke, she extended a paw.


Morgan extended her own paw and started to respond, but when she touched the bear's paw, she heard thunder like crack of noise, and her world went black.


After a few seconds, her eyes started to adjust to the darkness. The first feature to catch her eye was a set of glowing lines on the floor. It took a few more seconds to realize that she was standing in the middle of a summoning circle.  Further musings on the situation she found herself in were interrupted by a commanding voice which sent chills up her spine. "Welcome to my domain, mortal."


Morgan looked up from the lines of the circle to see a vixen dressed in a striking outfit. She was wearing a pair of armored knee-high boots with a short heal. A loin cloth draped from above her hips to just below the knees. Her paws were resting on her hips, gauntlets shimmering in the light. Wrapped around her torso was an armored corset, designed to emphasize her femininity. Perched on her shoulders was a flowing cowl, extending down to the base of her tail.


The rabbit blinked a couple times, hesitating, then spoke in a slightly halting voice. "For what purpose have I been summoned, demon?"


"I find myself in need of a new servant. What is your occupation, mortal?"


"I am a student."


"What subject are you studying?"


Morgan hesitated a moment, then responded. "I had planned to study summoning."


"And what do you plan to study now?"


"I don't know."


"I see. Tell me, what skills do you posses that I might find of use?"


Morgan tried not wince at the question, thought a few moments, then responded. "I am good at dancing in a number of styles." She hesitated a moment, a blush creeping into the tips of her ears. "Including belly and pole dancing."


"Interesting. Do you have any skills besides entertaining?"


"I have experience cooking and cleaning."


"What are your hobbies?"


"I enjoy reading, camping, and lacrosse."


The vixen rubbed her muzzle a moment, pondering. "I believe I would have a use for you as a servant. On the ground in front of you is a box. Inside the box is my binding mark. Take it out of the box and wear it."


The rabbit's ears drooped, and she took a pair of shaky breaths before crouching. She then reached forward and carefully opened the lid on the box and blinked. Inside the box were several bracelets/anklets of assorted descriptions, along with 3 necklaces. After a moment of hesitation, she reached in and lightly touching the different pieces of jewelry. Most felt slightly chilly to the touch. After a moment of consideration, she grasped a substantial rune-covered necklace which seemed chillier than most. It took another deep breath to gather her resolve, before she pulled it out of the box and lifted it up to her neck. As she touched the ends together, she felt them catch. After a moment, it shrank slightly, forming a nearly fur-tight collar. She looked down again at the box and closed the lid, before looking up at the vixen who gave an approving nod.


After a moment of silence, the vixen spoke again. "Stand."


Morgan slowly stood, crossing her wrists behind her back and bowing her head slightly. After another moment of silence, she spoke. "By what name shall I address you?"


"You may use the title Mistress." As she spoke, she rested one paw on the other gauntlet. "I shall summon you when I require your services. Now, return from wence you came."


A moment later, Morgan heard another thunder-like crack, and a brief darkness, followed by an almost blinding light. After several blinks, her eyes began adapting to her surroundings, and she found herself back in the office she had been in earlier. Standing behind the desk was a slightly frazzled looking Notana. After a moment, the bear touched the intercom button on her phone and spoke.  "Walter, let campus watch know she's back. I'll handle the interview." After cutting off the intercom she looked back at Morgan. "What happened?"


"Apparently some demon decided she needed a new servant, and the fates decreed that I would be that servant."


"Are you ok?"


"Other than wearing her binding mark? I guess. She didn't decide to snack on me, but I don't know if that's a good thing or not."


Notana winced slightly, then settled in her chair. "Please, take a seat. What can you tell me about where you were?"


Morgan slowly settled in one of the chairs at the desk and closed her eyes for a couple seconds as she gathered her thoughts. "Not a whole lot.  The room was mostly dark, and I was in the middle of a summoning circle. She was a one-tailed vixen, redish fur.  She was probably a head shorter than I am. She was dressed as a warrior though I saw no marks on the armor that indicated an allegiance."


The bear took a deep breath. "Why do you wish to join the summoning program here?"


"I grew up watching the arena duels and found myself captivated by the summoners. Some of my favorites weren't always the most successful, but it felt like they truly cared for the creatures they summoned. I wanted to follow in their footsteps, though I need to reevaluate my career plans."


"The experience changed your mind?"


The lapin nodded slightly, swallowed, then spoke. "It was unsettling to find myself ripped out of this plane, dropped who knows where, and grilled about who I am before being tossed back with the warning it would happen again. It makes me wonder a little about what the summoned creatures in those battles experienced."


Notana gave a faint bob of her head at the statement. "As you probably guessed, wearing a binding mark normally disqualifies someone from joining the program. While it may be possible to remove a mark, there are serious risks associated with doing so. The most obvious risks are those from the enchantments of the mark itself. However, if you were to be summoned again you would also risk the wrath of the demon for removing her mark."


Morgan closed her eyes for a moment while Notana continued speaking. "Professor Echrion splits his time between our program and the enchantments department.  His specialty is constructing and understanding binding marks. If you'd like him to take a look at the one you're wearing, we can stop by his lab here."


"Better to know what sort of beast I'm dealing with I suppose."


"I might as well give you the 5 credit tour while we're headed that way, given that the interviews normally last 30 minutes or so. With luck, it shouldn't take more than a few minutes to figure out what you're wearing."


Notana stood and touched her tablet before pushing her chair back in.  On the other side of the desk, Morgan slowly stood, still a little shaky. The bear held the office door open, and led the rabbit out into the outer office. The vulpine looked up as the two padded past, giving a blink when he noticed the binding mark, but said nothing.


One the pair was in the hallway, they turned to the left and Notan began speaking. "In addition to the faculty offices, we've got some study rooms on the second floor. The majority of the floor is taken up with the department library.  While I'd like to show you inside, we protect the tomes within with multiple layers of defense as the results of an untrained person reading them could be rather unpleasant."


After a short walk down the stairs, Notana spoke again. "The main floor has 3 classrooms, plus the restrooms. Each classroom is equipped with whiteboard tables and walls."


Another turn, and the pair duck down a narrow hallway before starting down a stairwell as the bear continues the narrative, Morgan silently padding along. "All our labs are underground for safety and security reasons. This allows for defense in depth, both from people coming in and out."


After going down several flights of stairs, the pair emerge on a short hallway with a number of doors on both sides. Notana crosses the hallway and grasps the handle of an unlabeled door for a few moments before a faint chime is heard.  "The final stop on our tour before we visit Professor Echrion's lab is one of our two summoning chambers." As she spoke, she pushed the door open, the light from the hallway spilling into the darkened room. "If it looks familiar."


Notana's words were interrupted by a voice from within the darkened room. "That's because it is."


Morgan's ears twitched at the voice. She hesitated a moment, then followed the bear in. Once inside, Notana touched a crystal by the door frame, bringing the light levels in the middle of the room up to a normal level.  Kneeling in the middle of the pentagram was the demoness who had summoned Morgan earlier, paws resting on her knees. As Morgan tried to wrap her head around the situation, Notana began to speak. "You were not actually summoned to another dimension by a powerful demoness, but were teleported here.  We have multiple reasons for including a mock-summoning as part of the interview process. The primary purpose is to force an applicant to think about their reasons for wanting to learn the art of summoning. However, it also helps us to get a feel for their personality and how they might react if a summoning goes wrong and they find themselves facing the unexpected."


She pauses, and the vixen began to speak. "The collar you are wearing is actually a peace binder, not a summoning mark.  The purpose of a peace binder is to protect the wearer from spiritual harm. It also prevents you from causing the same sort of damage." As she spoke, she reached up and touched a clasp on her armor, just below her neck. She then slid the cowl off of her shoulders onto the ground behind her, revealing a tight fitting collar of her own. "The actual enchantments that go into creating a peace binder and a summoning mark are nearly identical. While my collar is not a true summoning mark, it is nearly indistinguishable from one." After pausing a moment to place her gauntlets on the ground, the vixen continued speaking. "I suppose an introduction is in order.  My name is Nicky.  I am a third year business major, minoring in enchantments and demon studies. I am also a level 2 sucubi."


Notana then picked up the narrative. "All students in the summoning program are required to wear a peace binder for the duration of their studies. In addition, a peace binder is required to enter and exit Pact hall, which is where students in the program live. Pact hall also houses the majority of the eternals living on campus, Nicky included.  The purpose behind this arrangement is to help summoners and eternals better understand each other."


After several long moments of silence, Morgan spoke up. "Is there actually a protective barrier being formed by the circle at this time?"


Nicky handled the answer to the question. "There is. You may cross the threshold only when peace bound. Additionally, If there is someone on the other side, you may only cross when permitted."


After another moment of quiet, Notana half-crouched to look Morgan in the eyes.  She then spoke. "You said you were reconsidering your interest in the program. Was this due to the belief you had that you were now the servant of an extra-dimensional being?" The rabbit nodded silently, and the bear continued. "Are you relieved to know that your aren't?" Morgan closed her eyes, hesitated for several seconds, then nodded again tentatively. Notana noted the hesitation, then glanced at Nicky, a look of confusion on her face.


Noting the response, the vixen spoke up. "Why did you select the collar for your mark, rather than one of the other pieces of jewelry in the box? If a piece is selected, the most common choice is a bracelet."


Morgan took a moment to assemble her thoughts, then spoke. "I chose it because it's the style I would have given a creature I summoned. Perhaps I was being fatalistic, but I didn't see any way out of the situation I found myself in and I thought it best to do as I was told."


Notana stood again and spoke. "Yet you hesitated when asked if you were relieved to learn its true nature."


Morgan blushed. "This probably sounds stupid, but it kinda felt comforting. That something - someone - cared enough about me to make the investment in binding me for a purpose I didn't yet understand. I suppose they could have been saving me for a snack or to use in sport fighting, but why would they throw me back wearing their mark if that were the case?"


Nicky had a faint chuckle. "It's not stupid. Some people have ... odd psychological reactions to being bound. I chose to participate in this exercise because I have experience with those reactions. It's a bit of a long story, but I've been wearing a collar for nearly a decade, and I find it hard to imagine living without it."


"You were summoned?"


"No.  Mom thought it would keep me under control, and it meshed well with my innate tendencies. As I said, I'm a sucubi, and some people find bondage to be arousing."


There was a pause, and Notana used it to interrupt. "You do realize that it's generally considered to be a bad idea to summon a creature for the purposes of submitting to it."


Morgan responded to the observation. "I can imagine. Isn't one of the duties of the summoner to keep their marks under control?"


"It is. What sort of summoning were you interested in learning?"


"Adventure combat summoning. I suppose it is basically glorified sport fighting, though there's the implicit need to keep your mark healthy."


Notana glanced at Nicky, who then spoke. "It is possible to be in a healthy relationship where bondage is involved, though most summoners who fit that description are naturally dominants. Provided that you are able to come to terms with your emotions on that front, I think you'd be a good fit for the program."


The bear raised her eyebrows at that statement. "Despite choosing the collar?"


"Despite choosing the collar. It may be a big 'if', but I think she has a good feel for how to interact with summoned creatures in a positive manner and I've heard of worse reasons to learn the discipline."


"Speaking of the collar... we need to take it off, don't we.  Go ahead and feel for the clasp Morgan. It may take a couple tries but squeeze the clasp and it'll come lose."


The lapin reached up and slid her paws along the binder, feeling the texture. After sensing a slight bulge in the thickness, she pressed and was rewarded with the clasp splitting apart. The necklace then slid away from her neck fur as she withdrew the ends. As she did so, Nicky crouched to pick up the box and her accessories up from the floor then spoke. "Might as well put the binder back in the box. Do I have permission to cross the threshold?"


"I'll let you answer that question Morgan, as you may not feel comfortable."


Morgan gave a blank look for a moment, then responded "Yes."


Both Notana and Nicky frowned slightly at the response, with Notana speaking before Nicky had a chance. "Could you restate your answer for clarity? Ambiguous answers don't permit passage."


This provoked a blink from Morgan, before she spoke again. "Yes, you have permission to cross the threshold Nicky."


The vixen responded with a soft "Thank you." She then took a step to the edge of the circle, paused a moment, then slowly crossed through the edge. Once she was across, she opened the box for Morgan. The lapin gazed at the contents again, before placing the necklace inside. After Nicky closed the box lid, Morgan sighed, then spoke. "Well, the interview certainly was different than I expected."


Nicky had a faint chuckle at that.  "You can say that again."


"You commented that I needed to come to terms with my emotions. I have no idea how I'd begin to do so."


"I'm kinda short on pockets at the moment, but I've got a few business cards in my normal clothing.  If you could wait upstairs for a couple minutes while I change, I'll give you one of them. We can talk later."


"Ok." Morgain turned, and padded towards the door to the room.  As she approached, Notana silently opened the door for the trio to leave.
Unexpected Summon
The college interview process can be one of the more nerve-wracking experiences of a high school senior's life, and the interview for joining the summoning program at this university turns out to be a bit more hair-raising than one student expected.
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Nicky set her pair of suitcases down on her bed, before stretching. As she did so, she arched her back, making a minor show of her curves. However, the only observer she had at the moment was another vixen with similar markings, and a few years older. Between her paws, she was carrying a large trunk by its end handles. After a moment, she set down the trunk in front of one of the closets and spoke. "It looks like you're the first one here. How do you think your roommate will handle your showing off girl?"


The younger vixen flushed lightly, before responding. "I suppose she'll have to get used to it mistress. Did you have to lock all my silks at home? I think I look better in them."


The statement elicits a brief chuckle from the elder vixen. "You do look better in them, but I don't think the campus dress code is ready for them. Besides, who said they were all left there?"


Nicky's eyes brightened at the question. "This girl then thanks her mistress for the opportunity to wear them here, if they happen to be among the clothing that was packed."


"Speaking of packing. Where do you want me to stash this trunk?"


"Just set it on the floor in front of the dresser. I don't want to stash it in a closet until I've sorted out how the room's going to be arranged."


"Have you thought any about who you'll give the emergency bracelets to?"


"Not yet. Both Mari and my RA are possibilities, but I'd like to get to know them before I offer one to either."


The response to the statement is a curt nod, and another subject change. "Why don't you get started on the room condition report. I'll head out to the car and grab the bookshelf."


Nicky nodded and fished a form out of the side pocket of one of her bags, along with a pen. She then started running down the list of items in the room, checking their condition. As she worked, the other vixen slipped out the door of the room, heading for the parking lot. A few minutes later, a tap on the open door was heard, and Nicky looked up from the half-finished checklist that was laid out on one of the desks. In the doorway was a snow leopard, carrying a pair of suitcases of her own. Nicky was the first to speak. "You would be Mari I presume."


"Correct. I assume that means you're Nicky."


"Yep. I've kinda claimed one of the beds, but you can stash your stuff on the other for the moment as we work on the paperwork. Are you wanting to bunk the beds?"


"The extra floor space would be nice. Flip a coin for the lower bunk?"


The vixen nodded and fished a quarter out of her purse which she'd set next to the paperwork on the desk. "Heads or tails?" As she asked the question, she flipped it over to show the two sides.


"Heads"


Nicky tossed the coin in the air, and gave a chuckle as it landed on the ground. "Heads it is. I guess I get the upper bunk."


By the time the elder vixen had returned with the folded bookshelf, the pair of beds had been bunked, Nicky was finishing off her copy of the paperwork, and Mari was half way through her form.


Once introductions had been exchanged, the pair of vixens worked to set the book case up. As they did so, Mari finished off her paperwork, enabling both roommates to turn their paperwork in at the same time.


The first day of classes was the following Monday, and Nicky's first class of the day was her Marketing 101 class. In addition to the normal textbook and homework, the curriculum turned out to include a group project component. The project would last the whole semester, and involve coming up with fake product and developing a sales plan for it. The class was broken into groups of 2 to 4 students, and Nicky ended up being paired with a wolf from the magic-affinity side of campus named Ryan. After some brief discussions, the pair decided to meet up at Ryan's dorm that afternoon, with the wolf giving Nicky a room number in Pact hall.


The campus was set up so primarily tech affinity students resided on one side of campus, while the majority magic affinity students resided on the other. Sandwiched in the middle were the administration and classroom buildings. When Nicky tried to locate Pact hall, she nearly walked right past it. Luckily, she noticed a low profile sign indicating the building's name. As she approached the front door, she shifted her laptop bag from one shoulder to the other. The focal point of the magic affinity side of campus was a small wooded area. Gortwick, home to the enchantments department, was a couple buildings over. However, most of the classes she was taking were located closer to her dorm.


Next to the front door was a crystal ball that she assumed functioned the same as the phone box by the door of her dorm, but she ignored it. Upon touching the handle of the door, she felt a small tingle, causing the fur on the back of her neck to go up, but the door opened a moment later when she tugged on it. Once inside the building, she found herself in a typical dorm lobby, though lit with glow crystals, rather than the electric lighting she was used to. Even so, the atmosphere was warm and welcoming.


It took her a moment to realize the front desk was unattended. She puzzled a moment at this, as she understood that all dorms were to be locked when the desk was unattended, before looking around for directions. The room number Ryan had given her was on the second floor, so she hoofed it up the stairs. A couple minutes later she knocked on the door of his room.


A moment later, a voice could be heard from inside the room "Who's there?"


"It's Nicky."


This resulted in a pause, then "Enter." As he spoke, the door swung open on its own accord.


Nicky padded in, shifting the bag again as she did so. As she entered the room, she took in the decor. Placed in front of the windows was a sturdy stone worktable, with a well organized set of metal and leather working tools stacked in a holder on one end of the table. Located along one wall was a standard dorm bed, though with a metal frame rather than the wood frame on hers. The walls were obviously stone, with glow sconces similar to those in the lobby for lighting.


As she looked around for a place to set her bag, she spoke "First time I've been in a dorm on this side of the campus. Is it normal for the front door to be open with no one at the desk?"


Ryan had been seated on a chair in front of the work table, and he turned the chair around before responding. "Actually, it isn't. The hall is rather heavily warded, and only those beings wearing a peace binder may pass through the entrance. Did you notice anything when you came in?"


"A slight shock when I touched the handle."


"That would be the wards recognizing your binder. If they hadn't you wouldn't have been able to open the door." He pauses a moment, then continues "I hadn't pegged you as wearing one. What's your MagApt?"


Nicky looked around the room, before settling on the bed. "2+. Yours?"


"3. They're requiring binders for 2s now?"


"Not that I've heard. Only reason I've got it is because Mistress was a bit lazy when she rebuilt my collar over the summer and enchanted it to match Dad's. He's a 4. She said it's easier just to make everything the same level."


"Bit of a difference in effort required though."


"It means she can just grab when she needs a binding, rather than having to look at who it's for."


"Why'd she need to rebuild your collar? Did you bump into a barrel of magic sludge or something?"


Nicky shakes her head. "She needed to rework how the blocks are activated and removed while I'm away at school."


"You aren't commuting to campus? I didn't think a summoner would let their mark go away so long."


"Dad wasn't exactly summoned. More like he picked the wrong snack, and I was the result. When I was growing up, she decided the best way to keep a rebellious sucubi under control was to collar her."


"Resulting in a bit of a discussion between them?"


"That would be an understatement, though he couldn't exactly do anything about it."


Ryan shifted a bit in the chair. "Why didn't you decide to dorm in Pact hall?"


"It wasn't on the dorm list and I wanted a tech affinity dorm." She taps her paw a couple times on her bag before continuing. "I grew up in a tech affinity environment and would be lost without my computer."


"I suspect housing probably could set you up with a tech room here, though it'd probably be on the ground floor, and I don't know how well you'd fit there."


"Huh?"


"The dorm is kinda split by heritage. Celestials are on the third floor, Infernals on the second, and summoners on the ground. Don't be surprised if the slingers ask you about your binding mark, though that's one thing I know they'll respect. I assume you can't remove it?"


"Not without permission. I think I can count the times on one paw when it's been removed, and only once could I have left the dungeon."


"That sounds like a bit of a tale."


"Short version is mom cracked, and tried to commit suicide by 'cubi. It kinda worked."


"Kinda?"


"Dad showed me how to harvest, but we decided to return her soul. Probably says something about our mindsets as much as his."


"I think some of the profs in Slornan would love to hear that horror story."


"Slornan?"


"Summoning and eternal studies."


"Why did housing decided to stick everyone in the same building?"


"I think one reason was to make building the wards easier. You never know when a novice summoner will screw up big time, and bring in something they can't control. A second reason likely was to keep all the weirdos in one place. The reason they state is that it is to promote cultural understanding between the factions."


"Anyways... project planning. I assume my laptop won't screw anything up if I power it up?"


"Shouldn't. The wards are able to handle any electronics they've got downstairs, and I can't seen the builders making the wards any weaker up here."


The vixen nods, and pulls the laptop out of her bag, opening it up, and waking it up from sleep. "What ideas have you had? Target market was supposed to be the 20-25 demographic."


"I'd have a better idea of how to try to sell an enchanted gizmo than something electronic."


"Doesn't narrow the field of possibilities much. Are you thinking leisure or practical?"


"Leisure. Ever played Mechs and Missions?"


"Can't say I have. Table top RPG I assume?"


"Yep. Standard go on adventures, kick ass, and loot everything you see type game."


"So what's the idea related to it?"


"An enchanted gaming surface. Has an illusory 3-dimensional gaming surface for battles, registers the dice rolls, and automatically handles all the bookkeeping for battles."


"I suppose an idea in a similar vein would be an effects holoprojector for people playing mage type characters in Wizards and Wyverns LARP games."


"Could be a more impressive project if we were actually able to make a demo version, and I don't know anything about holoprojectors."


"I don't know that much about them either. All a question of how much you want to fake it I suppose. Another possible project in a similar vein would be to take a board game and enchant it to handle the scoring in a similar manner."


Nicky scribbled down a few notes, before looking up. "Any thoughts on a plan B, just in case we're going down the completely wrong track? An alchemical lab simulator would be a pain in the rear to mock up, but would certainly have potential."


"How about a line of fashion-friendly peace binders? I'd imagine a few people would wonder just what we were on when we came up with it."


"Could also unnerve a few of them if they made the connection that we're wearing them. As a species, we don't have the best reputation after all."


"Not that it's undeserved, but you do have a point. Still, if the other ideas don't work, it's another candidate."


"Think we need to worry about how to market it?"


"Not at this point. My read of the syllabus was that we'd focus on different mediums, then come up with a unified campaign for the final."


Nicky scribbled down a couple more notes, then closed the lid on her computer. "Sounds like we're in a good place for project planning. See you in class on Wed?"


"Yep. I'd ask how to get in contact with you, but I haven't figured out how to reach your side of the campus."


"Isn't technology a pain at times?"


"Yep. As is magic. Don't forget to make certain the front door is closed on the way out. We don't want people breaching the wards by mistake."


"Makes sense." The vixen slid the computer back into her bag, then stood. "Perhaps meet at my room next time?"


"Certainly. It'd give me a chance to see what your dorm looks like."


The pair shook paws, then Nicky padded out of the room. The walk back to her room was slightly meandering as she mulled what she'd learned about the campus. When she padded back into her room, Mari looked up from her computer and shifted slightly in her chair. "How'd the meeting go?"


"Went fairly well. We batted around some possible product types to build the project around. Also left me with a few things to mull over."


The vixen settled at her desk, and set the computer back up. After hooking the power brick into the wall, she swiped her claw-tip against the scanner and pulled up her email client to check her mail. One of the first messages she found was from one of her high school classmates, sharing a video link.


Mari's ears flicked as she heard music coming from Nicky's computer and she turned in her chair, before standing and padding over to take a closer look at the video being played. As she approached, a brief siren sound was emitted from the laptop speakers, accompanied by a series of notification messages along the side of the screen.


Mari blinked at the unusual behavior, then spoke. "Dare I ask why you had those notifications written in demonic pop up?"


The combination of the dialogs and Mari's question caused Nicky to muzzle-paw before responding. "That depends. Dare I ask how you knew they were written in demonic or where you found my chastity belt?"


"What do you mean?"


"If your halo slipped any further, you'd be wearing it around your neck. Assuming you aren't already collared."


The words slipped out before Mari could catch herself. "I'm not." She then muzzle-pawed, sighed, and pulled over her chair. "Fine. No point in digging a deeper hole for myself. What do you want to know."


"Let's start simple. How did you know the messages were in demonic?"


"I saw the script growing up. My grandfather had a number of books in his library written in the script, and I was told they were books about demons."


"Did you ever learn to read the script?"


"I was forbidden from learning it. I did wonder why a demon hunter would have things written in demonic."


"Where did you find the belt?"


"I was curious what was in that chest of yours, so I opened it up."


"Despite it being locked?"


"I noticed that the latch was sticky, but I just jostled it a couple times, and it opened."


"I see... And what prompted you to try the belt on?"


"Curiosity. I've seen pictures of them, and wondered what it was like to wear one. I am feline after all."


"And you locked it."


"That was the easiest way to get it to stay in place, and I didn't think that the lock would zap me if I tried to open it."


Nicky sighed. "I don't know what mistress had the belt set for, but your tampering attempts have added a week to the amount of time it will remain locked. My computer has notified her of the attempts, so I need to fill her in as to what is going on."


She sighed again, then grabbed a headset from her desk. After taking a moment to attach it to her computer, she launched a communicator application and keyed in a number from memory. A few seconds passed while her laptop connected to the remote system. Almost immediately after the connection was made, the vixen keyed in several more numbers before speaking. "Mistress, your girl regrets to inform you that Pandora has opened her box. Unfortunately, this one's name is not Pandora, and urgently requires a conference with you so that she might have instructions on how to proceed." After pausing a moment to make certain the message didn't get clipped, she clicked the disconnect button on the program and disconnected the headset from the computer.


Mari watched her roommate, a tad bewildered by the actions. Finally, she manages to find her tongue after the vixen finishes the call. "Since I seem to be stuck in this belt for a little while, why don't you tell me more about it?"


Nicky nods and stands, moving over to the windows and gazing out for a moment, before turning back. "It's a custom belt, designed for self bondage or remote bondage. Mistress enchanted it to hold a sucubi. She never told me exactly what features it has, but I can guess at some of them. I know it has a time release lock, and tamper detection. It has mounting points for intruders of varying description, and can administer corrective shocks as needed."


Mari gives a slight nod, then blinks as some of the words finally register for her. "You're a sucubus?"


Nicky turns to the windows, and closes the blinds as she speaks. "I am. Comes from my dad's side. If you're worried about being turned into 'cubi chow, don't be. My collar prevents me from feeding, and mom would be seriously pissed if I harvested without intent to feed. Plus there'd be the matter of dealing with the authorities."


"Your collar?"


"It doesn't look like one, but it's quite effective I assure you." As she spoke, she reached up to her neck and dug around in the fur, bringing what looked almost like a cable choker to the surface. "Mistress and I were discussing giving you an emergency bracelet to help deal with things if I went feral, but I suspect she'll be reconsidering that." The vixen strode over to the room door, and lightly touched the dead-bolt. As she did so, the lock closed with an ominous click.


Mari is quiet for a long moment, watching her roommate move around. "So now what?"


"We wait. This girl has notified Mistress that she urgently need to conference with her, and girl will be contacted when she so chooses. Before she does so, this one needs to dress in a suitable manner, least she disappoint her mistress. This one would advise you to change also, but that is your decision." Nicky finishes speaking, then reaches down and casually undoes her skirt, revealing a green thong. She tosses the skirt onto her bed, before undoing the buttons on her shirt. As she finishes undoing the top buttons, she reveals her firm breasts lack any covering besides the shirt. After removing her arms from the sleeves, the shirt joins the skirt on the bed with a gentle toss.


Mari notes Nicky's choice in attire. "You don't wear a bra?"


"This one only wears such things when permitted to do so by her mistress, and only then in the style permitted." As she spoke, she retrieved the large pillow from her bed. She then placed the pillow in the middle of the floor, before rotating her chair, and setting the laptop upon it, facing the pillow. She then knelt, knees spread with her hands resting on top of her knees.


Mari watches her roommate's actions, before padding over to her bed. After a brief moment of hesitation, she slipped off her t-shirt, exposing a frilly pink bra underneath. She placed the shirt on her bed, before snagging her pillow off of it and tossing it onto the floor, behind Nicky. She then slid down her slacks, revealing the sturdy form of the belt. As she turned to place the slacks on the bed, she spoke. "I'm surprised it fits as well as it does."


The vixen turned her head to look. "At least you had the sense to take your panties off before trying it on. Though it does almost look like it was made for you." She then twisted her head back to face the computer, bowing it slightly as she did so.


The snow leopard padded over to her pillow and adjusted its position slightly, before kneeling on it, trying to echo the pose of her roommate. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke. "How do you hold that pose like that? It's not exactly comfortable."


"I've had years of practice, so I'm used to it. It also helps to have the right pillow." She pauses a moment as she stares at the screen, which was showing the picture from the built-in webcam. "I must admit, you look quite nice in that pose."


This observation causes Mari's ear-tips to flush slightly, and she tries to divert the subject. "So when do you think your mistress will contact us?"


"This one doesn't know. She could be watching us already, and we just don't know it. That's part of the design of the conferencing program."


The feline closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, fidgeting a little before settling again. A couple minutes (and another fidget or two on Mari's part) pass, before the computer screen flickers for a moment, then changes to show an older vixen seated on a throne. Her attire is a simple sundress, with a leather corset laced on top of the dress. After a few moments, she speaks. "You requested a conference my girl? From the glint between her legs, I assume your companion is Pandora."


Mari opened her eyes at the new voice and blinked a couple times as she tried to place the face, then a couple more times as her mind tried to come to terms with the puzzle pieces which just dropped into place.


While Mari was processing the situation, Nicky spoke. "This one did indeed Mistress, and Mistress would be correct in her identification." She gave a brief sigh, then continued. "This one requested the conference to provide some substance to the claim that she was not responsible for trying to tamper with your belt."


The elder vixen gives a faint nod, and speaks, shifting her head slightly so she was looking more in the direction of Mari. "From your poise Pandora, I suspect you lack experience with the formal lifestyle that my girl is used to. Should I address you as Pandora, or by your given name?"


It takes a good 15 seconds for the question to slice through Mari's cluttered thoughts and results in a visibly scared expression on the snow leopard's face. Darci closed her eyes for a moment at the expression and gave a soft sigh which was barely audible to the pair on the other end. She then spoke. "From your expression, I would assume that you would prefer that we dispense with the formalities." Seeing a faint nod in response, she continues speaking. "It seems apparent that you have some knowledge of the lifestyle, but little experience. Why don't you settle in a more comfortable pose, and recount how you came to be wearing Nicky's belt."


Mari gave a faint nod and shifted her weight forward, before shifting into a cross-legged sit. She then took a breath, ears flushing lightly in embarrassment. "I blame my feline curiosity, but that probably doesn't fly. I suppose it started when Nicky and I were talking about boyfriends. She noted that she didn't have any in high school, other than the ones in her toy box."


This observation results in a chuckle from Darci and a flush on Nicky's ears. The elder vixen then speaks. "Did she tell you why?" Both girls shake their head, and Darci nods in response. "Go on with your story."


"Anyways, Mari left her closet door open yesterday and I saw the chest inside it. I thought it might be the toy box she referenced, so I decided to glance inside. The latch seemed sticky when I fiddled with it, but it opened fairly easily. Once I opened it I found the belt and decided to try it on. My mistake was closing the lock to keep it in place."


Darci reaches over to the side and taps a few buttons, before looking back at the camera. "I assume you don't have any toys hiding under the belt." Mari's flush grows at the statement as she responds. "I do not, though I considered it."


"Do you think you'd be able to survive in the belt for a few days?"


Mari closed her eyes at the question, trying to fight back tears. "It's not like I have a choice in the matter." Nicky twisted her head to look at her roommate, then back to her mistress, a question in her eyes. Darci saw the look and nodded. Wordlessly, Nicky shifted her weight and moved to slip behind Mari for a soft hug. As she did so, Darci spoke. "There are a few options, but I will need to discuss most of them with my chain, and my pet is busy at work at the moment. What's your MagApt rating Mari?"


The question catches the leopardess by surprise, and she opens her eyes as she speaks. "S+, I believe."


Darci responded with a hard stare. "S+ or 1+?"


"Aren't they the same thing?"


Nicky handled the answer. "No. They have similar talents, but the origin of those talents is different. 1+ denotes celestial or infernal origins for the talents, while S+ denotes mortal origins."


Mari blinks at the explanation as Darci continues. "Have you ever had times where you blacked out, and woke up wondering where you were and why you were there? And you hadn't been drinking the night before."


Mari hesitates a moment. "Sophomore year of high school. Why do you ask?"


Darci muzzle-paws. "I'm starting to have a few suspicions about parts of your heritage. Do you know what a safeword is?"


Mari nods. "It's a word or phrase you use when you can't handle a scene any more."


"Are you currently submitting to anyone?"


"Other than yourself you mean? No."


This statement elicits a faint chuckle from Darci. "Good. You'll be wearing the belt at least until Friday. The first reason is to teach you a lesson for poking around where you shouldn't have been. The second reason is so I have time to consult with my pet. The third reason is so I can make some preparations for when we meet. Finally, it'll give you a chance to learn about the lifestyle. Does this make sense Mari?"


The snow leopard shivered slightly at the announcement was made. After taking a moment to replay the words in her mind, she nodded in understanding, before bowing her head in resignation. Darci noted this, and continued. "Nicky, install the controller software on Mari's computer and set up the dial codes for her. Also, show her how recharge the batteries. Mari, if you find yourself unable to handle being confined to the belt, leave a high priority message identifying yourself and stating that you are using your safeword. After you do so, wait for me to return the call."


Both girls nod, then respond, Nicky with a firm "By your command Mistress", and Mari with a nervous "Yes Lady Darci."


After they respond, Darci speaks again. "Any other questions girls?"


Both girls shake their head, and Darci nods, before touching some more buttons, and the video feed closes. Mari watches the screen a few moments, then speaks. "Now what?"


"We install some software on your computer. Mind if I take the keyboard?"


Mari hesitated, then responded. "Go ahead."


Nicky settled at Mari's laptop, and pulled up the web browser to start downloading the required programs. As she started, Mari spoke up. "So, why didn't you have any boyfriends while you were in high school?"


The question results in a chuckle and a faint blush from the vixen. "You're wearing one of the reasons. Mother required at least 48 hours notice before I went on any sort of date. During that time I would invariably end up in the belt. By the end of my junior year, Mom knew I wished to do go out when I asked to be secured in the belt."


"That's one way of preventing unwanted pregnancies, if a bit heavy handed."


"Which was a valid concern. Something like half of my graduating class dropped out. Some died in gang violence. Others went to jail. A number of girls got pregnant, and a few boys left to support their girls. Perhaps a third of those who graduated applied to college, mostly 2 year schools."


Mari blinks as she tries to wrap her mind around the numbers. While she's mulling them over, Nicky focuses her attention the the computer, starting one download and pulling up a couple web pages for others. She then continues speaking.


"Another reason I never really had a boyfriend in high school was because it seemed like half the boys were only interested in sex. Those that were interested in a long-term relationship were either scared off by my species, or the lifestyle I grew up in."


"You told them?"


"I had to. Not on the first date of course, but after a month of dating, mom insisted on meeting them. One was scared off when he was met at the door by a dominatrix with a whip and pair of handcuffs in paw. The other politely broke things off after being escorted into the dungeon, placed in light restraint, and was told in no uncertain terms what I was and why I was kept restrained. I still managed to remain friends with both of them. The later has taken to sending me random pictures involving demons and bondage. He has to be involved in the lifestyle, though I've never asked what role he takes."


Mari pauses a moment, then asks another questions, ears slightly flushed. "Any girlfriends?"


"Only a couple, and neither lasted beyond the second date. Mom didn't care what the gender of my date was, only that I was going somewhere unescorted. I think you have to be at least somewhat bisexual if you're a 'cubi, otherwise you might not be able to feed. It's not like I didn't get plenty of practice in pleasuring another lady."


"You mean....?"


"Yep. Mistress' prerogative after all."


Mari fell silent again as she watched her roommate start a couple more downloads, then begin installing the first download. That download turned out to be the infernal language package. Mari blinked as the installer screen came up. "How did you know where to find it?"


"I've had to install it on a couple computers. Mom doesn't do technology much, though dad's more savvy. He showed me how to find it the first time, and that memory stuck."


"What are the other downloads?"


"One's the standard version of the communicator program I use. Apparently it can even interface with the mage mirrors, though I've never tried it. The other's a set of plugins and system extensions aimed at the lifestyle, including the spy dialing and belt interface."


"And you knew where to find them for the same reason as the language package?"


"Yep. The installer for those plugins and system extensions doesn't come with a bundled uninstaller, so I'll need to track it down if you need to remove it and don't want to have to reformat your hard drive."


"Oh..."


Nicky finished the installation of the language package, then moved on to installing the communication program. "I probably can hold off on installing the plugins if you don't want them, though it'll make things harder for Mistress. If I don't, you'll need to stay tethered to my laptop for an hour or so every night to recharge the batteries."


The snow leopard winced, hesitated a moment, then sighed. "In for a penny, in for a pound. You promise you'll remove the last package if I don't need it any more?"


The vixen hesitated a moment, then spoke. "I promise." She paused for a second, then continued in a harsher tone of voice. "Akresh tlar arturum."


Mari blinked at the second half of the statement. "Is that wise to say? It sounded ... final." Her voice faltered again, then continued. "I can't explain it. I don't understand what you just said, but I do."


"No, it isn't wise to say, but I said it nonetheless. Yes, it is final. The literal translation from modern demonic is 'My binding word', though there are certain nuances lost in the translation. Very few understand without extensive study."


The pair fell silent again as the second install finished. Nicky looked over at Mari as she positioned her cursor over the final installer. "Shall I go ahead?"


Mari hesitated a moment, closed her eyes, then nodded. Nicky respond to the nod asking "Are you certain?" Mari's ears drooped a little as she nodded a second time. Nicky waited a moment, then started the final installer. This installer ended up only taking 30 seconds or so, then the system automatically restarted.


As it restarted, Mari spoke up. "So what do we do next?"


Nicky padded back to her desk and retrieved a stray cable off of it before returning to her roommate's laptop. Once there, she plugged one end into a port on the side of the computer. "The other end of this cable hooks into the covered jack on the front of the belt. Charge time is about an hour. Once the belt has been mated with the computer, Mistress will be able to alter the configuration whenever you're near it. Given that you've been wearing it for a few hours and it probably wasn't fully charged, it would be a good idea to hook it up now."


The snow leopard nodded and settled in her chair after tossing the pillow on the floor back onto her bed. Once the cable was connected to the belt, a short series of messages appeared on the screen, which Nicky translated. "Ok... First message says that the belt is syncing to your laptop. That'll let the two communicate without being connected. Next message says that it's setting up your profile. Final message indicates that it's syncing to the control server. I don't know how Mistress plans to alter the configuration, but we'll find out."
Study Session
In this story, Nicky has graduated from high school and gone off to college. As this story uses some poorly explained slang, a guide to the world in which the story is set has been composed.
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