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"I-I wh- no, huh? NO!" Splicer was gobsmacked. "I vehemently refuse to wear that."

Laguna was holding up a generic, but obviously tailor made for the wolf, French maid uniform. He waved it in a paw, teasing the wolf.

"Aw, but you paid so much for it..." The badger said, feigning that he didn't anticipate the reaction.

"I WHAT? YOU DIDN'T!"

"Of course I did, puppy, you're always begging to be allowed to wear clothes whenever you want, so I took the liberty of letting you buy something you don't need to ask permission to wear."

"Fuck you." Splicer made sure to put a pause between words to voice his displeasure of the situation. "I didn't buy that."

"Maybe not... but you did pay for it!"

...

Splicer was growling as he looked at himself in the mirror, wearing the outfit. The skirt was short, far too short, it did little to hide his cage, instead it almost drew attention to it with how it fluttered up whenever he moved his legs, like it was waving any fur's eyes he passed to look at the movement. He hated how good his sleek form looked hugged by the black curves, he had kept up with running, adding a light bit of free weight training at the tail end to keep his body ready for any kind of scenario. Despite the lightly toned muscles, the maid dress somehow highlighting his toned figure in a way to make it look even more feminine. Laguna whistled to the wolf, half cat call, half telling him to be ready for an order.

"Do a little spin for me..."

Splicer blushed and obliged, wanting the debasement to just be over with. The skirt revealed all during the spin, the blue brand, the cage restricting the wolf's sheath and the ass.

Fuck, maybe I should make all my pets run like he does... Laguna was practically frothing at the mouth, he wanted to fuck the wolf where he stood, or in his crate, but he also wanted the wolf to beg for the badger to fuck his ass. Splicer huffed out and walked out the door, Laguna appreciated the view as the wolf's tail hiked up the skirt, giving a full show to any fur lucky enough to find themselves behind the wolf.

Splicer was doing his regular cleaning, really wishing he had opted for no clothes when Aurich walked by.

Wait, is that? Aurich did a double take, looking the wolf up and down. He didn't think twice about his next move.

"YIP!" Splicer straightened his back right out, hearing a hard slap and a sharp sting under his tail. He felt a paw massaging the sore skin of his ass, he felt the front of his skirt get a little wetter. "Could you? I dunno, fucking not? Maybe?"

"It was like you were begging me to though, what were you thinking? A skirt without a tail hole? Your ass is on full display." Aurich said, continuing his massage, he really loved the feel of the wolf's ass, he'd have to ask Laguna for another shot at him soon.

"Not my choice..." Splicer growled out, hoping to sound as intimidating as possible, but failing due to the blush written across his face. Aurich went in for the kill.

"You, don't get a choice, puppy." He said with a sinister tone as he spun the wolf around and grabbed him by the throat. He pressed the wolf back to the wall and lifted him until his feet were dangling off the floor. Splicer was weakly struggling, trying to lessen the skunk's grip, he couldn't get any air. Aurich looked at him with utter contempt as he squeezed the wolf harder, looking into the wolf's eyes which were brimming with a light fear from the assault. He smiled and let his grip lesson until the wolf fell onto the floor, coughing and clutching their throat.

"You... bitch, Aur" Splicer wheezed out, feeling the damp spot on his skit growing.

Fuck, why was that so hot? Splicer looked away, he couldn't meet the skunk's eyes right now as they towered over the wolf.

"Good luck cleaning puppy! You should wear that outfit to meal prep tonight~" Aurich stepped over the crumpled form of the wolf, a hum in his muzzle at a job well done. Splicer got up, he was done with cleaning for the day, he couldn't focus on it anymore.

...

Zave could smell Splicer before he even saw him. He kept reading his book, the scent of the wolf's desperation was overpowering, he could barely even smell his tea over it. He loved that smell, and it made focusing on the words of his novel distracting.

"Zave, can I hide here for a bit, or something? Please?" Splicer was trying to pull his skirt down over his cage as he asked the raccoon for some form of decency.

"I don't care Splicer, you reek of pre though... what have you been doing?"

"Cleaning..."

"Fucking hell then, why are you?" Zave finally put his book down enough to see the wolf. Splicer was standing a few meters away, tail curled between his legs, both paws holding the skirt down as far as possible, he was looking nowhere near the raccoon, unable to even get his blushing face to put the raccoon in his peripherals. Zave wasn't sure whether he should feel bad for the wolf or jealous of how worked up they were. The bashfulness on display was adorable though, and he couldn't help but start laughing. The muscular wolf's figure in the maid uniform was a dichotomy of sexy and hilarious. Zave laughed and shut the book, losing his page.

"Fine, I don't know why I thought here would be a good hiding spot anyways... Thanks for nothing..."

Splicer turned away and Zave drooled.

If only we weren't caged... Zave's was rapidly tightening.

"Hey, come on puppy, I didn't mean to make you feel that way... I was just, surprised how good you look in that!"

Splicer stopped, willing to hear the raccoon out.

"Come on let's play some games, I have a new card game you might like, we could try it out?"

...

A few rounds and a cup of tea later, Splicer felt less on the edge than before. For his part, Zave held off teasing the wolf too much, keeping all the things he wanted to do with them safely in his own head as he ran the wolf through with his superior deck. Splicer was decent, but Zave was the best fur at all forms of games around, he never stood a chance. He opted for a console game next. He liked the vibrating of the controller in his paws as he opened fire, Zave was also a fan of the vibration, he held his controller low, pressing hard against his cage. He burnt through controllers, overusing the vibrating aspect until it stopped working, then smashing it and putting in an order for a new one. Laguna watched to flow of controllers going in an out on a near weekly basis, maybe the raccoon wouldn't be so horny if he wasn't constantly edging himself. Even if he got on the very precipice of cumming, the nanites in his body would automatically stop him from achieving that goal. But the badger did love how needy the raccoon was after a long 'gaming' session, practically begging Laguna to impale him.

"Damn, focus up Zave, tired of saving your tail here..." Splicer had forgotten about the uniform he was wearing now, opting to throw himself face first into the game while Zave was instead thinking about his owner's dick.

"Ha, my bad, I'll rez you in a second Splice, gonna loot this building first."

...

Splicer sank, he rose, the wolf was looking at the mirror of his closet, as if he could see the uniform inside, and if he could burn it to ash with just his vision.

Five minutes to meal prep, could just blow Aur off, not like he ordered me to come help after all... I was a token resistance, Splicer knew he would be there. He dried himself off and stepped into the hallway looking back at the closet.

...

"Glad you could make it puppy!" Aurich said, amazed the wolf actually came, wearing the maid outfit to boot.

"Not like I have anything better to do than listen to you moan about me ruining another steak by cooking it a whole five seconds too long."

"You dambass! That steak was medium well, I requested medium rare!" Rage flashed through Aurich's veins, he considered strangling the wolf for real this time. His paw twitched. The expensive steak he bought, destroyed by the uncaring wolf, he was going to kill him.

"Too soon? Aurich? Hello?" Splicer knew he was in immediate danger, he had to think fast.

Aurich was unresponsive, thinking about how to make a freak accident happen to the wolf and explain it all to Laguna when his thoughts were cut short by a swishing tail.

"I guess I'll just play today's prep by ear then~" Splicer walked by, brushing his tail across the skunk's cage as he made his way towards the pantry, flicking his tail back and forth, making sure to catch the skunk's gaze, he was going to put his teasing skill to work. It was always his ace in the hole when he was feeling on the brink of death in his old line of work.

Old habits die hard I guess... Back then the seduction was one way though, now it was different. Aurich followed, going to let off some steam on the wolf, it didn't matter if they were both still caged, clawing up the wolf's chest as they kissed felt nice either way. He was excited to get under that skirt, maybe he'd do a bit more spanking until their ass was as red as the steak should have been, he was definitely going to spank the wolf...

...

Supper was rather delayed, Splicer couldn't even sit down, his entire lower body felt like it was on fire, he was loving it. He was hating how much he loved it. He ate in silence and walked out the door, standing at the front gate. He placed his arms through the cold iron and pressed his muzzle through it, there was no red barrier, but Splicer didn't want to leave. He hated that he didn't take the opportunity to run away, run anywhere really. Not that it mattered, no matter how far he ran away, he'd still be within reach of the badger. His mind was so split with the conflicting emotions he had. He went to the pool and tossed his outfit aside, diving in. He swam a lap, then another, he kept swimming laps until he body stopped responding and he sunk to the bottom looking up. Splicer didn't want to drown himself, the nanites wouldn't allow that even if he did. He just liked the burning feeling in his lungs. He used to think it was just to help him refocus himself, but as his vision faded and he pushed off the floor of the pool. He surfaced, gasping for air.

_ It just, feels so good..._ Splicer was pissed that the badger had wormed his way into his rituals, turning what used to be a meditative exercise into some twisted breath play session. He sighed his air out, he sank.

Why can't I leave, why can't he just let me go? I want to go... don't I? Splicer was too focused on the question, he ran well and truly out of air, taking a deep breath of water. He rose out of the pool coughing up the water in his lungs.

"Do you, always do this?" Nate was looking down at the wolf from his position, standing in the pool's doorway.

"Yes, I do." Splicer finally managed to stop coughing long enough to respond.

"Why?"

"Dunno, I just, do it because it's something I do."

"Are you, happy here Splicer?"

Splicer hated that the otter was always trying make him feel accommodated and never teased him. It made the escapist fantasies he drempt up end with Nate's disappointed face when the wolf told him the debt was paid and he'd be leaving shortly after. Gad damn those eyes, why did they look sad? Why should he care if his co-owner or whatever the otter was, felt bad?

"Yeah, whatever... I'm happy enough, I'd be happier a free wolf I know that for sure."

"I'm sure you would, but you have to know that's impossible."

"It is possible, and I will be gone, I promise you on my tail."

Splicer sunk, Nate wondered if he should just cut off the wolf's tail now, he waited, watching the wolf. He waited, as an otter he had a natural ability to hold his breath underwater for a long time, but the wolf was putting him to shame. He waited, it was embarrassing. He waited, the curiosity got the best of him, he walked over to the pool and joined the wolf sitting on the bottom of the pool watching him up close. He felt his lung reach their limit and went up for air, rejoining the wolf at the bottom. Splicer finally rose again, taking a deep breath, Nate could almost swear his odd arm markings got brighter when he did. Splicer sank, Nate joined him in staying on the floor for as long as possible. He wanted to try and understand the wolf better, they were strange, even considering the other various pets of the household. He rose, Splicer didn't.

He sank, Splicer stayed. Why was the wolf so determined? For every three cycles the otter did, the wolf did one.

He has to know giving in would make it all better, so why doesn't he? Nate was looking at Splicer who would probably be written off as dead by any fur who watched him stay under the water as long as he did. It was just ridiculous, he was nearly drowning himself over and over again, for what seemed to be fun. Splicer felt a commotion beside him, like he had, the otter lost focus and inhaled a solid portion of water. He decided to cut his session short and scooped the otter from behind, grabbing the thrashing otter under both arms and pulling him up. Nate was panicking as the water filled his lungs, he didn't have the trained response that put the wolf on auto pilot. Splicer pulled them over the side of the pool, the otter's nanites would probably kick into some sort of self preservation mode and forced the otter to go to the surface eventually, but it seemed that with no set restrictions on the nanites, they wouldn't kick in until it was the most sever circumstance, opting to keep full autonomy in their user's paws.

"I thought I was going to die..." Nate said when he could finally speak again.

"Now you're starting to understand. Imagine that feeling, all the time. This brand and cage, being called puppy? It's like getting punched in the gut while you're already struggling trying to find air in the water around you. No matter how warm and pleasant it might be, at the end of the day, water is water. You'll drown all the same, that's why I do this, because if I don't I might just give up and swallow all the water around me I can... have a good night, sir."

I only saved him before his nanites did it for him, it means nothing... Splicer had turned and walked off, hoping he wouldn't have another nightmare about drowning. Nate was sitting holding onto the edge of the pool trying to figure out what to even say in response to the wolf's metaphor.

_ Water is water... drowning all the time... must be awful._ Splicer was long gone. Nate was still processing being told the wolf's feelings. He didn't know what else to do, he sat holding onto the edge of the pool. He couldn't believe the wolf spent every chance he could in the water nearly drowning himself, for what? He climbed out of the pool, still not quite sure he understood the wolf. The feeling of the water entering his lungs was unbearable, and yet, Splicer did it voluntarily. He dried off, how could they deal with that stress and terror? Just recalling that moment of panic in the water made Nate shiver. Was that what the wolf wanted? The fear and adrenaline of being on the verge of death over and over again? Or was he just scared of it, so he was training his body to last as long as it possibly could before panic set it? Nate walked off, if he was going to be water, he resolved himself to be the most pleasant the water the wolf was surrounded by. Maybe he could even offer them a breath of air among the perceived water around them.

I promise to show you there's air if you know where to look Splicer... He dried off and left the pool.