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Nobody just walked anymore. Ashari strode through the evening streets of the city. The lion took a deep breath, held, and exhaled. It had rained not an hour earlier, and drops from puddles above him echoed through alleyways as they hit pavement. He nodded to himself, and ran his claws through his black mane, taking an extra moment to feel through the purple dye in the front. It may have needed a touch-up.

For too long he'd been cooped up inside. His only exodus being trips to the grocery store to restock his fridge or get emergency ingredients for a new dish. Maybe he should do that? He looked to his right at the grocery store across the street. A Whole Foods that functioned as the first floor of an apartment complex.

For a moment he wondered what that'd be like. The sheer convenience of not needing to leave one's own building to go grocery shopping. Then the lion shook his head and gave a soft chuckle. He did not need another reason to go mad from isolation.

With plenty of food at home, he continued down through the city. It crossed his mind to visit his sister. Ofenna, being the standoffish lioness she was, didn't like unexpected guests. He almost lost an eye from a reflexive right hook at their last surprise party. The lion shrugged at the fond memories and swiped open his phone to call her. He would have texted, but there was no guarantee she'd see it before he'd arrived.

It rang. Ashari looked out to the night sky from the concrete bridge he stood on. So hard to notice any stars with all the city lights. Maybe he should move into the country at some point? A white van popped up from his peripheral vision. By the third ring, Ashari was convinced his sister was in the shower.

By the fourth, his phone hit the floor as a bag blinded him. Arms wrapped around him on the fifth ring. Her answering machine sounded off as he felt his body lifted and pulled somewhere.

Contrary to popular belief, chloroform needs around five minutes to take effect. When Ofenna told Ashari this, she explained that it was more than enough time for anyone to break out of a hold and run for help. At the time, he agreed that her reasoning was sound. So when he felt a damp rag press up against his mouth from outside of the bag, he flailed.

Whoever held him down made Ashari feel like a toddler in the hands of an adult. No matter how much he struggled, kicked, or even slashed his claws, his kidnapper would not yield. His world shifted as the van moved, with the weight of his captor clamping over him. He gasped for air and sucked in more chloroform.

The lion's eyes went heavy. His struggles waned. The last thing he felt before slipping into unconsciousness was cold steel locked around his wrists.

***

Bright lights caught his attention. Ashari blinked twice, once to wake up and the other to adapt. A constant hum filled his ears, no doubt from the ceiling light he refused to look at. With his bearings retained, the lion found himself in a small room. Gray cement walls surrounded him at all sides. To his right, a pair of steel sliding doors that he assumed were locked. Forward stood a wide TV screen, big enough to draw his envy at his own screen back home.

There was no bed. The only furniture present was the wooden chair he found himself waking up in. He rubbed his wrists, surprised to find them without any locking metal. Aside from that, the most interesting thing the room had to offer was a cardboard box set out in front of him. He stepped away from his seat and ignored the package, first checking to be sure the doors were locked.

They didn't budge.

A high pitch screech rang through his ears. The lion covered them in the brief second of pain. A heavily modulated voice spoke out, "Hello, Ashari." He looked around the room, spotting a speaker in the left corner. He peered around to find a camera and noticed two black sphere retail store cameras in opposite corners. "I'm sure you're wondering why you are here. That isn't important. What is, is that you follow my instructions."

"Or what?" Ashari stuffed his hands into his pockets. They were devoid of his personal belongings, but he pretended not to be bothered by that. "You'll kidnap me again?"

"I'm sure you said something you think is clever," The speaker said, "But this is not a two-way system, nor can I read lips. Do not expect to get a conversation out of this. Now, I want you to point at the box in this room."

The lion pointed to the box. "Good," Said the voice, "Now. I want you to strip out of your clothes, then put on what's in the box. You can put your clothes in the empty box, it doesn't matter to me. Do not keep me waiting."

He looked at the box, the speaker, then back at the box. With a smile, Ashari sat back in the wooden chair and kicked his legs up over the cardboard. "I don't think I will," He said, knowing full well the person on the other end couldn't hear him. There was nothing to speed him along the process, and it was clear they wanted him alive. Worst they could do was starve him out, but the lion had a feeling his sister would find him before then. Ofenna was tenacious like that.

After, at his best guest, five minutes passed, the speaker's cracked on again. "I see that you are not following my orders. Perhaps you need more suitable motivation." The wide screen across from him turned on. The lion witnessed a feed of a room exactly the same as his: Gray cement walls, no furniture save a wooden chair, a TV screen. It was the occupant that sank his heart.

Ofenna. His sister sat cross-legged on the chair, impatient claws of her right hand tapping at the armrest. "If you don't do as I say, I can't promise your sister's safety. My friends are quite eager to put her in line after the fight she pulled in her acquisition. I'm sure that, as her sibling, you wouldn't want any harm to come to her."

The message was clear. Ashari had no one else to come to his rescue. He glared in silent rage toward the camera and waited for a laugh, some smug semblance of superiority from his captor. None came. "Do not keep me waiting, Ashari." The voice said. The screen went dark.

Without options, the lion relented. First, he opened the box, discovering shiny black latex along with eight leather cuffs, a collar, a blindfold, and a ballgag. His heartbeat shook across his body, calmed with a gulp as Ashari began to strip. His tight shirt and pants fell against the floor into a loose pile. No underwear, he had forgotten to put any on that morning.

He stepped his foot inside the latex and pulled the tight material up around his leg. It latched like a resistant second skin, requiring ample lubricant across his chest and arms along the way. Fortunately, his captor provided a bottle inside the box, leaving the lion with no excuse to struggle too much.

Every breath came restrained. He felt the latex pull into him with each rise of his chest. Whatever movement he made came with a squeak from the stretching fabric, his new second skin. These alone were enough to constantly remind the lion he was trapped and bound against his will. The cuffs were extra.

Eight cuffs and one collar. Aside from the collar, only two cuffs were larger than the rest. Ashari quickly realized that the extra four, including the large ones, were for his elbows and knees. He strapped them on, not loose enough to slip out by accident, nor too tight to make that impossible. The lion may be a prisoner, but that didn't mean he would be an easy one.

The speaker came on after he locked the collar. A fitting distraction from the warm feeling jittering through his body. "In the box, there are four connectors. After you put on your gag, I want you to use three of them to bind your ankles, knees, and wrists together. Your wrists are to be bound behind you, after the blindfold. Chop chop."

The gag in question was wide. So much so that upon glance Ashari wondered if he had to unhinge his jaw. It stretched his maw just enough to fit inside without pain, but any attempts to say anything coherent past the red rubber ball would be laughable as he strapped it behind his head. With that done, he took the three connectors and locked his limbs together, putting the blindfold on before binding his wrists. The lion had no more than two inches of movement between his legs and found himself kneeling to balance himself.

"Good boy." The speaker chuckled in their modulated voice, "Now don't resist this next part."

He heard the door slide open. Ashari turned his head and lost his balance, falling against the cement floor. He tried to peer underneath the gap of his blindfold, to catch some glimpse of the person who kidnapped him, but they moved out of his vision.

The lion flinched as a hand grabbed his restrained limbs. Pulled up to his knees, he felt the unknown figure prod around his restraints. They squeezed the bindings tighter. Ashari clenched his fists. He couldn't slip through them anymore if he tried.

With the final connector, Ashari's elbows were pulled together. He grunted into his gag, nearly pushing it out to complain. "Head down." The stranger spoke, tone unreadable thanks to the voice modulator. He didn't so much as comply as found himself forced to arch his neck forward by their hand. "Stay quiet. Keep your eyes closed."

The blindfold and gag were removed. He stretched his jaw on reflex. Before Ashari could utter a witty retort, he felt tight leather stretch over his head. He winced at the sudden masking and struggled against his cuffs, but the stranger's strength kept him steady. He blinked, finding his newfound hood had eye holes and a mouth. Not that Ashari got to utilize them, as the stranger locked his blindfold tight over his eyes and the gag behind his teeth.

Then there was his mane. His teeth dug into the rubber as his captor pulled his hair through a hole in the hood. Some sort of ponytail? He couldn't tell by feeling alone. Sliding metal sounded off at the ceiling. One metal click locked against his elbow binders. "Get up." The voice commanded, hoisting the lion up by hooking his arms.

His gagged grunts were ignored. Ashari forced himself to stand to keep his bound arms from supporting his weight alone. He heard the connector between his ankles, and only his ankles, be undone, followed by a pair of hands on his hips directing him. "Move forward, now."

Blind, bound, and gagged, the lion waddled his way through the unknown. His latex suit squeaked with each short and pitiful step. Ashari's constant strappado strained against his arms. He tried not to trip, but the darkness of his surroundings made every successful step a miracle.

His captor did not care. Ashari felt something prod against his backside whenever the voice told him to speed up. A nightstick? Maybe a riding crop? If he weren't struggling to keep pace in his heavy gear, he'd have time to think it over.

"Stop." Ashari froze at the command. Hands grabbed hold of his head and shoved something into his ears. "Testing, testing." The audio sounded off. His head furled from the sound, "Nod if you can hear this." He nodded, over and over to get it to stop. His captor caught his head, then reached down and locked his ankles back together.

Tape, in his experience, had an aggressive sound when ripped. Likely from the adhesive being torn away to be stuck onto something else. As familiar as he was to the noise, his bound form winced at it, turning his head to what he assumed was the source.

His captor started at the feet. They rolled a roll of tape around him, squeezing his legs tighter the further up they went. They wrapped it around his waist and chest, then separately around his arms. The newfound strain was muffled by the immobilization and heat. Ashari didn't fear suffocation, but his breaths became more controlled. The constant tug of his layers weighed down on him.

They avoided covering his nose and didn't touch the adhesive to his ponytail. But now, with the tape around his head and neck, the lion became too stiff to struggle. A pair of hands grabbed his flank and carried him forward, setting him down on something new. It wasn't cold like concrete, but the wrappings made it hard to pin.

A whimpered grunt collided with his gag as they shoved a tube into his right nostril, then the left. Every breath now came with the feeling of his nose full. Though dulled from his layers, his ears twitched at a low humming sound. A motor? Maybe a car? He could kick at the trunk, get some attention.

Ashari's hopes were snuffed like a candle flame to a douter as the lion felt a new layer squeeze in. It came from all sides at once. His body curled what it could, but the pressure only pushed him to the ground. The humming stopped, and the newest layer squeaked with what tiny movements he could make. "Vacuum sealed lion." The voice in his headset chuckled, "My favorite."

The world dulled around him. Ashari knew he was being carried more by the weightless feeling than any hands grabbing him. The moment he was free to move, he rolled. But, like a turtle on its back, it was fruitless. Where was he going? What would they do to him? Was Ofenna alright? At that last question, he felt another form bump into him.

His captor? No, something assured Ashari it wasn't them. Sounds blared in his headset, soft whimpering and grunting. He shuddered, realizing how familiar it was. "Comfy, Ashari?" The modulated voice asked, "I made sure you'd have a roommate for your trip. Though, to be fair, this was all planned."

Sliding against the floor, Ashari felt his head press against the other bound figure. His breathing shortened, and belts wrapped him closer. "See, why settle for one lion, when you can have two? I'm sure you can understand."

He wailed. Ofenna wailed. Their wide gags muffled anything else. "I'd be careful if I were you." Ashari felt the oxygen stop just as the voice spoke. His body squirmed, bound in panic. "See, you both share the same tank. And I have a timer to let you breathe in turns. Something to keep you both focused during your trip."

The air returned. Ashari felt his sister kick into her bindings. "Be sure to share now, and have a fun trip."

The world shifted as an engine roared. They were on the move.

***

Adisa clicked refresh on her browser, as she had done every hour on the hour. Progress was slow on her delivery, but they were to arrive soon. The zebra sighed and leaned into her chair. She was done waiting, she wanted her order now!

Dawit's fingers caught her shoulders, "You are so tense, my love." He whispered, rubbing down her stressed collarbone. "An anniversary is meant to be celebrated with relaxation."

"And it will be." She took his hand and looked up to him, smiling. Three years. Her family did not expect much of Dawit, but he had proved them wrong. A large house, servants, and luxuries she could not help but dream of as a child. Of course, half of it was because of her. Behind her, Dawit's ambitions were Adisa's cunning.

"So you say." His lips met hers for a moment, an appetizer of what was to come. "But is such a gift worthy of your stress? You're so tight."

Adisa reached up and scratched behind her husband's ears, "You're so sweet dear, truly, but I will leave our gift for that."

"Our gift? Not mine?" The zebra smiled, "Must you overshadow me yet again? I'd only gotten a gift for you."

He could have made her feel selfish, but Adisa whinnied at his humility. "Well, in truth, I saw an opportunity and took it. It hadn't even occurred to me that this year's anniversary would be presented with leather gifts."

"Is an odd custom." Dawit nodded, "I wondered who came up with it?"

"Does it matter?" She asked. He shrugged. The two embraced in silence, feeling each other's bodies without moving from their position. Dawit was strong but restrained. Loyal and humble. Not to mention smart. A perfect package. Adisa would never deny she had luck in finding him, and he would say the same for her.

Their jaguar butler called them to attention, with a hasty apology for interrupting. Adisa did not mind. "It seems a package for you has arrived, shall I tell the movers to bring it in?"

Her eyes lit up. "But of course!" With gusto, she headed down the steps of their manor, hooves clicked against the marble floors. Dawit found himself dragged along by both her hand and excitement. He marveled at the latter.

A single large package had been left in their living room. She told Dawit to be patient as she signed the paperwork. The zebra found her husband pacing with curiosity around the package when she returned. "You may open it now," She said, handing him a knife from the kitchen.

Swift with his blade, Dawit cut away at the tape holding the cardboard flaps down. He opened the box, then looked at her with shocked surprise. "Surely, you jest."

"Siblings." Adisa leaned over the open box and pressed her palm against one of the shaped latex forms. "One man, one woman. I'm sure you can tell which is which."

Dawit cupped the breasted chest of the captive on his side, "Without these, it would be hard." His hands traveled down her body. Digits squeezed private bits that were theirs to toy with. He smiled as wide as a child on their birthday, "She is fantastic."

Adisa felt the same with her own. His pulse was still strong against her palm. She wondered how much of his mind was left. Not that it mattered, furniture didn't need to think. Then again, Adisa found the thrill of their captive's stress alluring. "It's not quite leather, but I hope latex will do. I'm thinking we have them as office chairs?"

"As a matching set? No." Dawit embraced his wife, "They should stay with each other, we cannot be so cruel to keep them apart. Living room seats. A conversation starter."

Loving the way he thought, Adisa kissed him. "Happy anniversary, Dawit."

"Happy anniversary, Adisa."