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Just outside a shop atop a hill covered in various trees and herbs, a black feline stood smoothing her skirt, a goofy grin on her face. Layne had heard that an old squeeze was going to be visiting the town just down the hill from her little potion shop. It would be a perfect excuse to close her store for the day and meet with a very precious friend, and coax some ingredients out of his tail. The friend in question was a rare sight around these parts, he was a phoenix, and a one who had a special place in Layne's heart. Layne clapped her paws together and giggled, perhaps this time she would let him escape with most of his feathers, after all he did help her start her business. Giddy, the feline made her way down the steps of her store and down the hill forgetting to lock the door to her store, a first for sure. Little did Layne know that her mistake was noticed by a stalker, a stalker that was awaiting in a tree nearby.

With a little squeak of triumph and toothy grin from underneath a hood, a cloaked figure dropped from the tree nearest to the store's door and stepped before the entrance that the potion maker had left exposed and unlocked. Pausing for a moment the cloaked figure scowled and brought out a small bit of powder from a pouch, sprinkling it upon the knob to make sure there were no spells, no traps, no tricks; the revealing powder was certainly worth its price. It hadn't been the thief's first time, but it would certainly be her first success! Once she was certain nothing was going to happen, she reached and turned the knob. The door opened easily, no protest, no explosions, the potion maker had truly blundered this time. With a sigh of relief the cloaked figure entered the shop, bringing her hood back to reveal mouse like head with white fur, lips formed into a wide toothy grin.

She snickered as she skulked inside, her thin tail swishing from side to side just under her cloak. She had been waiting for a long time for the potion maker to lower her guard, to make some mistake. So many days she had wasted just sitting there behind and atop the same tree, just waiting for the feline to make an error. Every day that door had been locked by key, magic, and other mechanisms that kept her away. With each mistake she had been forced to suffer some embarrassment, or forced to flee in terror, but the potion maker never seemed perturbed.

Traveling past shelves upon shelves of phials and jars full of various glowing liquids she found herself behind the counter of the store. She didn't need the money hidden in the register, didn't want the money in there, for it would be nothing compared to the sweet gold she would make from the materials that were stashed away! In the back room finally she stood up right and looked around, a storage room of sorts with shelves filled with materials of all kinds, some of them in containers, and others just lying about. At the center of the room was a set of beakers, phials, cauldrons, and more, no doubt for mixing. With a snicker she approached the shelf, running her pink tipped digits upon the shelves, scrunching up her face as she felt dust dirty her digits, "Ew...doesn't she clean this place? These materials need to be stored properly away from all of this dust and grime...ugh, these potions are probably all tainted...bleh" she scoffed.

With a sigh she shook her head and began rummaging around for rare objects. Common herbs and the sort didn't interest her, no, she was after the more expensive ingredients, the dragon scales, the blood, the gems, and yet she couldn't seem to find them. She couldn't even find a single feather of a magical bird, or a single talon! Panicking for a moment she looked around, perhaps she had been tricked, perhaps the more important ingredients were further back into the store and into the witch's home where surely there would be terrifying traps of a certain kind of magical hell, but never mind; what she was looking for was simply a shelf lower. Letting out a hiss she knelt and took a jar of glowing crimson liquid, no doubt the blood of a dragon already infused with mana. She smiled, proud of herself. She could sell the glowing blood for a high price, a higher price then perhaps the potion maker had bought it for. Rummaging around, she began gathering little vials and pouches full of precious ingredients.

Small assortments of precious ingredients hooked upon her belt, she turned around snickering and began sauntering out of the room. Before she knew it she was at the front door popping it open, ready to make her grand escape when suddenly she saw that familiar steeple hat in front of her. She looked down at the bottom of the small set of steps and squeaked as she saw a disappointed potion maker tapping her foot upon the ground impatiently. Before she had a chance to turn tail and run her world was turned upside down and she was bound by her ankles in the air, "Let me dooooown you witch!" she cried out arms flailing trying to catch her captor in the chin, the head, or somewhere, anywhere that would get her down.

Layne closed her eyes and crossed her arms stepping inside ignoring the thieving mouse that was flailing in every which direction. Luckily she had come back remembering that she had forgotten to lock the door. With a sigh she entered her store, "Tut tut...I go out to see a good friend, a good friend that I haven't seen in a long time, and I have to tell them I'll be back, because of my own mistake...and now I'll have to cancel that date...what do you have to say for yourself?" she said with a sniff, not even facing the thief.

"Your store is a mess, a dusty mess and I hope no one buys from your shop anymore!" the thief said, obviously flustered and still flailing. Turning to see the mouse so flustered, Layne tilted her head and smiled just a bit. Tipping her hat up she smirked and stared at the mouse, this was her first thief, her first little intruder, and if she kept it a secret from any authorities then really she was able to do whatever she wanted to the loud mouthed mouse. It was only fair, after all, the sanctity of her home and store had been violated!

"Well, if the store is such a mess, and if it bothers you so much, then how about I give you a deal. You can clean this shop, and for that, I'll let you keep the materials you've stolen, and pay you, on the condition you are my little servant while you are in my store and home....of course I could just have my fun with you if you refuse." she giggled, such a giggle that caused the mouse suspended in the air to shiver and scowl, turning her head away. She had to choose carefully. If she chose to be a servant, then she would be submitting herself to any strange torture that the feline could think of, or she could choose to be stubborn and never stand down, and then be submitted to possibly worse violent torture. With a sigh she found herself calming down, flailing less as she submitted to her situation, she didn't have any magic of her own to break free from this freak trap, and any wrong moves could end with disastrous results if the feline potion maker so decided.

Finally the mouse thief broke her silence, speaking while turning her head away, "If I have to be your slave then fine..besides...I'll get what I wanted in the end anyway." she then squeaked as suddenly she was dropped on to her face so abruptly. With a scowl she got up on to her knees to rub at her sore nose, gritting her teeth, "Whhhhhy! I said I would cooperate! Why did you have to drop me like that!" when she looked up to glare at the foul potion maker that dared to drop her. Her glare was met with such a odd curled smile, a dagger like stare that pierced her heart causing her to shiver. The mouse's ears fell back and she squeaked, gulping, her facade melting in front of the feline's gaze, "Wha...what would you have me do?" she said suddenly feeling very naked. Clearing her throat she moved to crawl away, but was suddenly stopped by a floating purple hand that scooted her closer to the purring potion maker whose own wrist was rolling, glowing with a ring of blue.

Layne leaned to grip the mouse's chin, she so enjoyed her prey to be squirming, but really she didn't have any bad intent, she really did want to give the little stray a job, but she also enjoyed their little game, "So my little mouse, tell me your name. Tell me why you need those little trinkets...and perhaps I'll go easy on you...make this painless...please" she said the last bit with a sort of edge that even sent a shiver up her own spine.

The mouse squeaked again and she cleared her throat obviously taking the bluff, "My name is Tria...I just wanted the money...it would have set me for life, all these rare ingredients go for a high price in other towns..." Layne smiled, a single claw tapping against the chin of Tria. Layne was thinking. She certainly sounded like a stray, a poor thing that was looking for a way out of poverty, and perhaps she did enjoy being a thieving mouse, but Layne would give her an option out of that lifestyle, or at the very least have fun torturing the poor thing until she straightened out on her own.

With a giggle she continued the charade, gripping tight on to Tria's chin before purring out, "Perhaps, perhaps I can be persuaded to sweeten the deal further, but, only if you serve me well."

Tria scowled, she knew she was being played for a fool, but what choice did she have. Even though she was fearful of her new, 'master' she was plotting, preparing a way to claw her way out of this, but suddenly her plans were ruined when she felt a light choke upon her neck. Blinking she looked down to see that a black and blue striped collar had been fixed around her neck. Attempting to remove it she panicked, it was stuck firmly around her neck! Squeaking she looked desperately up at Layne who was giggling madly and clapping her paws together.

Layne grinned, "Little one, little one, you thought I wouldn't have some sort of insurance? This collar prevents you from harming me, fleeing, and gives me a little leverage should I need it! Isn't it wonderful! Magic I mean, not the collar, although it is very pretty is it not? Now, this game of cat and mouse is officially over, and we will enter my home to take care of our first piece of business."

Tria's expression sunk, terrible puns and, she was truly trapped, she had been caught in the cat's paw, quite literally, and had no way out. With a sigh she got up from where she stood, ears flopping as she followed the potion maker into her shop and home. She expected so sort of torture, some sort of psychotic perverse trial, or at the very least she expected to be dusting the entire building for eternity.

What awaited her inside was odd though. Layne had not told her to do a single thing. In fact she had simply pointed to a seat and had Tria sit in the housing area while Layne retreated further inside. Crossing her legs, she shifted uncomfortably in the seat, unsure of what fate would befall her. Layne soon returned with a small plate full of small square cut sandwiches. Setting it on the table just in front of the mouse, she smoothed her skirt out and smiled, "Okay then, before we get to work cleaning, we should have a little snack and chat." Tria raised her brow unsure of how to handle the situation before her. The potion maker had acted so malicious before, but now she was offering Tria snacks and idle chit chat. Her stomach rumbled. She hadn't eaten in quite some time. Giving in she reached out carefully to grab a sandwich, biting down carefully. If it was poison at least it would free her.

For a while the two sat in awkward silence. Layne as happy as one could be with a new indentured servant. No pain, no death befell Tria upon finishing her portion, her drink and her ears were perking realizing that the potion maker had fed her. Layne had even taken away the plate and cup to clean them herself before returning. It was odd. Tria had attempted to ruin, or at the very least harm the potion maker's livelihood, and yet she was treating Tria with such kindness. Tria wasn't sure what to make of it, but sitting there, despite the collar, she felt at home. The entire time Tria had not said a word, but when Layne returned,with head hanging low she pushed aside what small pride she had and said, "Thank you" Layne delighted in hearing such words from her new little friend she had taken in, but said nothing, only beckoned Tria so they could begin their work.

The next few hours were spent cleaning in yet again more silence. Layne hummed and hummed, letting Tria be as quiet as she wanted, after all, it wouldn't do any good to force the poor thing to speak. After every inch of Layne's shop had been dusted and polished Tria wiped at her brow with a small smile on her lips. She was proud of the work she did just now, and no longer did the shelves bearing the ingredients for potions make her feel ill. Turning to her master and host she asked, "What now?"

Tria's eyes widened as Layne simply leaned up to remove the collar. Was that it? Nothing else? She was free to go. The potion maker before her smiled and confirmed her thoughts, "Nothing, you pretty much paid for those ingredients with labor. Hope you can make good use of them!"

Tria looked to her belt, fingering the phials just a bit, "I...ah..." her cheeks felt hot and the words refused to come as her ears fell back. She had wanted to cut herself free as soon as possible, but now she felt so odd leaving so soon. Tria had never experienced such a sense of belonging before, even as a child with family she would rather not have been around.

Layne saw the look on her face and placed a paw on the mouse's hand, squeezing delicately, "You can't leave without a bath then? Is that it? We can take care of that! Oh, and I can put you in a cute dress, I'd bet you'd love that!" she said, a wide grin painting her face.

Tria found herself wide wide eyed and she squeaked without meaning to, "Thank you!" She was then quickly pulled back into the home and practically dragged into the bathroom.

Layne pratically purred, "Then lets get you out of those clothes, if you're going to be staying here, then you understand...there are no ground rules"

Tria felt a rush of heat to her cheeks and a certain sinking feeling at that comment. As hard as she tried she couldn't keep the feline from stripping her free from her clothing. She covered herself as best as she could and turned her head away, tail tucked between her legs. Layne giggled and began stripping herself. It was embarrassing enough with just herself nude, and now she would be seeing the potion maker's bits as well. She gasped as the potion maker let down her underwear. A cock and balls of all things. She squealed and turned her head way, "Guh! You never told me you had one of those!"

Layne laughed and pulled the poor rodent into the tub. Their shower and bath was accompanied by the ramblings of a confused mouse. Layne had explained she was born as a male, simple enough, and wished to be considered a female. Tria calmed down just a bit at that but couldn't help but stare at it occasionally. It was such an embarrassing thing. It was worse once the bath was over. Layne had yet again dragged the mouse into a seperate room to begin trying to dress her, pulling dresses and skirts and more from a seemingly endless closet. Tria was truly uncertain of what she had gotten herself into.