"You know, Meri, the villagers probably called this the 'Forest of No Return' for a good reason," Jes the skunkette mentioned, cheerfully, to her companion. The vixen made a 'phaw' sound and waved her paw at the air as if to dismiss the matter.

"No one ever returns from this forest because no one ever uses it for travel. Going this way will get us to Nethill in four days' less time." The two climbed up a hill, knowing that said forest, known on most maps as Mendath Forest, lay on the other side. Jes nervously fingered the collar about her neck, a habit she found necessary to partake of on a twice minutely basis, it seemed. This collar, apparently of the softest calf's hide leather, didn't appear to have any clasp or buckle, simply adorned with an intricate silver brand upon its side.

"No, it's called that because no one has ever returned from it to mention that they did travel through the forest." Meri shook her head.

"Just drop it. We'll travel this way, and if things appear too risky, we'll turn back, alright?" The vixen's tone left no room for argument.

As the pair crested over the hill on the brisk late-spring morning they stopped a moment, taking advantage of their current height, and peered about themselves. Behind them they could still see the trails that the villagers' chimneys and cookfires made in the sky, cutting upward through the nearly cloudless mid-day sky. To each of their sides were nothing but more rolling hills, nothing of any difficulty to climb, almost soothing to the eye. And before them, perhaps a hundred yards away, was Mendath Forest. It wasn't the thickest example of such that either had seen, but they still could see that the ancient, dilapidated path they followed was mostly intact and lead straight onward. It was neither dark nor quiet, not imposing in the slightest. Meri smiled, glad that her point was apparently made for her; such a forest most likely wouldn't contain pure evil, unless the bluebirds were singing out in joy over their demonic possession.

The two set off for the forest wordlessly, neither of them wearing any clothing, though that was the way that most went those days. They did, however, wear a ring on their right paw, one which gave them the protection a suit of chainmail would give, though repeated stress upon those forces would heat the ring up dramatically. The vixen, however, was wearing a belt with a sheath upon her side, a long sword within it, while Jes' belt was adorned with a small pouch, filled with the ingredients necessary for her to engage in magick use.

Progress through the forest was dull after the first few minutes of looking all around them, just to make sure that the 'cowardly' villagers weren't more justified in their fear. Despite her boldness, Meri looked over her own shoulder more than once. But, an hour in, they no longer had any worries; nothing had bothered them, and they had even seen wild game, a good sign that no unnatural power held sway within the area. They exchanged friendly banter, though mostly remained silent, aside from the random bout of whistling or humming one or the other would start up. They had both taken up a song, actually breaking out into singing the words, when the birds about them suddenly went silent. Neither noticed for a few verses, Meri waving a paw to her friend to quiet her down, cocking her head. There was no wind, and yet, a soft rustling could be heard. The vixen drew her sword slowly as Jes drew the cords holding her bag open, readying herself.

A thin strand of some white material came shooting in towards them from their side, something the stepped apart from each other to avoid. Jes shouted, "Giant spiders!" a moment before a dozen of the arachnids emerged from the forest, half of them spraying additional lines of webbing from their abdomens. With a mutter and a few twists of her hands in the air, along with a sprinkle of something from her bag, Jes charred most of the material from the air, Meri deflecting one with her sword, an unintelligent move considering the adhesive nature of the webbing. The spider holding that line pulled it back sharply, nearly dislodging the weapon from the vixen's paw. Fortunately for her the webbing hadn't taken much of a hold and came free, barely.

This repeated several times, Meri standing nearly back to back with her companion, not willing to wander out of the range of Jes' low grade, but effective, fire spell. The skunkette didn't sound happy, though, when she made an announcement. "I've only the components to cast that spell one more time." That last casting then followed. And immediately afterwards strands of webbing started to fall from the trees around them, the lower spiders having distracted their prey while their brethren had taken position for the true strike. These strands weren't held onto, but instead, simply thrown down onto the prey, starting to encompass them both. The women twisted their bodies and pushed at the webbing, at first keeping most of their mobility, but they were quickly becoming less and less dexterous in their movements. They both gave a collective cry of despair as two strategically placed shots of webbing, from the ground-based spiders, stuck to and removed their sword and spell-pouch from them. Jes' scream to, "Run for it!" was interrupted by her snout being trussed up tightly; her lips pinned tightly shut, no longer of any use. She shook her head in dismay, pulling at the webbing on her snout with fingers that could hardly pull apart from each other anymore. They quickly started to make a break for it, but, unfortunately, could hardly move their legs anymore. As they fell to the ground each quickly had their eyesight blocked off by a spider that proceeded to wrap them up more securely in the soft, silky, but fairly strong webbing.

They struggled and writhed but didn't stand a chance with their legs pinned to each other and their arms unable to move away from their sides. After their entire bodies were trapped within this layer another was applied, this one more thick, and coarse, though the women couldn't feel either. What they did feel was a further tightening around their bodies, squeezing them to themselves more tightly, making struggling much harder. This layer, once used, shrunk in on itself, applying noticeable inward pressure. As if this wasn't enough a third layer was used, one which hardened swiftly. Now no one could tell who was inside these cocoons, and some wouldn't even be able to distinguish them from highly bleached and oval rocks. With little work the spiders then hoisted them up on their backs, carrying them a small distance away, and then hung them there on their webs for convenient later feeding. The nature of the webbing kept the vixen and skunkette alive, giving them more than enough oxygen and sustenance, which kept them fresh for when they would be sucked dry.

Ketia snickered from her great height, circling lazily over Mendath Forest, as she watched a vixen and skunkette, hardly twenty years of age each, enter the spiders' forest. She knew that those spiders were there, had even decided to snatch one up one time and taste it. The thought brought a bitter taste to her maw. But, her thoughts quickly changed back to one's of glee; that mephit was wearing a collar, with the brand of Wyrm Quet, someone fairly high in the ranking amongst the draconic hierarchy. She hadn't been able to see the brand, but actually felt it upon the woman, a brand such as that easily noticeable to any creature with the slightest bit of magick in their blood. And she recognized that particular magickal signature. It meant that she could return the skunk, and perhaps bring along the vixen as well, and get herself a tidy reward. She tingled at the thought of adding to her hoard from that of Quet's!

She didn't immediately go after the two adventurers, though. She was twice as tall as either of them, six times their combined mass, even though she wasn't fully grown yet. And she had magick and her fiery breath, not to mention her armor-like scales. Unfortunately, she had to bring them back alive; one was a spell-caster and they both wore armor rings. No, she thought to herself, let the spiders take them. Then I'll simply steal the cocoons and be off with them.

Following high, on the winds, she kept watch over them, her sharp eyes able to perceive them through the foliage, despite her height. She would merely be a glint of silver high in the sky if either of the women looked up, but Ketia was able to actually see each step the women took. She laughed to herself as she watched the spiders take them down, glad that she hadn't had to feel the bite of those fire spells, or any of the others that the skunkette's bag might have unleashed on her. She had played the same games with her nestmates that every hatchling had, and the memory of a few drops of acid magic spattering her nose had left her with a dislike for magick attacks being used against her. She absently touched her snout-tip as she thought of this, but then was called back to attention as her two little prizes were being taken away, then strung up.

Ketia looked over her escape route. She would swoop down, strip the cocoons from the webbing with her forepaws, fly between a few trees, come out in the clearing nearby, giving her enough room to beat her wings, and off she would go. The thought of using her icy breath weapon to ensure that no spiders would come after her crossed her mind, but she didn't want to risk grazing the cocoons; even those hard shells over them weren't a complete insulator against the magickal ice that she would be unleashing. So, with a deep breath, the dragoness went into a fairly sharp dive, knowing she would need a lot of momentum to break the cocoons free and still be flying in a straight line. With a swoop that stripped more than a few leaves from nearby branches the dragoness zipped toward the spiders' home at great speed. It strained her forelimbs but she did manage to pull the cocoons free of their entanglement, watching both her forward route and the spiders that were all around her, unable to do anything in time to stop her. She grinned, then opened her eyes wide. From above she hadn't noticed a small web, thick and purely vertical, that was in her path. The damned spiders had remembered how she had came at them before and fed on one of them, and had set up a trap in case she tried to do that again!

Picking herself up from the floor of the clearing she shook her head, and took an account of her body. She was very fortunate and had broken none of her limbs, though she was sure she would have a nasty headache all too soon. Shaking each of her forelimbs she found that the web she had flown through had managed to paste the cocoons to her forelimbs, and she couldn't dislodge them. Figuring she would take care of that later with a bit of magick, or perhaps her teeth, she tensed her hindlimbs and sprung into the air, directly into several descending lines of webbing which entangled her wings enough to cause her to fall heavily back upon the clearing's grassy floor with a grunt. The spiders had her completely surrounded, except in the air, considering the lack of trees, but before she could break her wings free of the thin webbing which had barely stopped her it was reinforced with several more strands. She tried to furl her wings back to herself, then spread them back open fiercely, to snap the webbing off of her, but only managed to get her wings trapped fully against her back.

And suddenly the air was full of webbing, which started to slowly cover her entire body. She returned fire, however, or rather, returned ice, breathing her breath weapon strongly and tilting her head as she did so, taking four or five of the spiders out of the battle, permanently. Unfortunately, there were many more spiders here than had been in the battle on the road, considering her proximity to their home, and even another burst of her breath wasn't enough to stop more than another half dozen, leaving at least three dozen arachnids to deal with. As she started to use the few words she would need to cast a lightning spell she found her jaws filled with a large ball of webbing which had been thrown at her from somewhere. She gagged and tossed her head back and forth, using a bit of her breath weapon to freeze, then shatter the webbing in her snout, but unfortunately, as she did so, she found her maw was quickly being sealed shut from the outside, until she no longer could open it. With her foreclaws, bite, breath weapon, and spells all out of commission she was starting to get quite worried. She knew she couldn't even run away properly with the two cocoons stuck to her forepaws.

The spiders started to use lines of webbing that they held onto, attempting to pull her to the ground, something she knew would be fatal to her, though she couldn't fight against the strength of the two dozen spiders which were holding strands attached to her body. Frantically she struck out with her tail, desperate to take more spiders out of the battle, to make them flee so she could free herself somehow. The giant spiders were ready for this though, and as she swung her tail half of them let go of their lines. She couldn't keep her balance, the momentum of her failed tail swing causing her to fall to her side. Surprised by this whole turn of events she didn't pay attention and thwacked herself in the chest and stomach with her own tail, knocking the wind out of her. The dragoness couldn't even dislodge her tail from herself anymore as the spiders were suddenly swarming over her, coating her fully. She nearly cried as she realized she had lost.

Ketia felt herself turned slowly as she had the first layer of webbing fully placed over her, the silkiness of the webbing almost comforting, if not for the circumstances. The second layer was a surprise to her, though; she had had no idea that the second layer was anything other than the first, having thought that the third layer was all that held those inside immobile. Unfortunately for her, though, her highly flexible nature was taken advantage of, and the second layer, as it shrunk on her, caused her to curl up more and more on herself, until she was crushed into an impossibly small ball. It was uncomfortable but not painful, and she knew that the discomfort wouldn't last more than a day or two anyway. The third layer was then secured over her and she was fully immobilized, unable to do more than flex her toeclaws a fraction of an inch. The hardened cocoon was then drawn away, with two smaller cocoons, now slightly larger due to the extra covering, within the rock-like oval.

The last thing Ketia expected to hear as she was drawn back to the spiders' home was a voice inside her head. "In exchange for your freedom you shall become my property. Do you agree?" Surprised and confused, not to mention curious, she thought within her own head, in an attempt to communicate.

"Who are you?" The voice simply repeated itself.

"In exchange for your freedom you shall become my property. Do you agree?" Ketia thought for a few moments. Would she rather be someone's slave or dead? Well, she thought, if it's that bad I can always try to escape, or kill myself much less painfully than these asshole spiders would put me through. The dragoness shuddered at the thought of being sucked dry, slowly, over the course of two days..

"Yes. In exchange for my freedom I shall become your property." Almost immediately she felt her cocoon getting pulled sharply in some direction, then felt herself falling, tumbling, rolling over and over. Ill and very disoriented she nearly passed out as the ride came to a sudden, slamming halt. She wasn't hurt, but she wouldn't have been able to see straight even if there was anything but darkness coming in through the layer of webbing over her body.

Wiggling her toeclaws slowly as she tried to determine where she was. Considering how long she had fallen she had little trouble realizing she had fallen down the sharp cliffs near the spiders' home, down into the territory of the winged foxes, a species which had an effective deterrent for spiders; a spell that could immobilize a spider, which was brought back to their village and forced to exude all of it's webbing, then was killed and burned away. Thusly, few spiders ever wandered down into this region, not wanting to be reduced to a silk dispenser for the profit of the flying vulpines.

As Ketia's hindlimb moved a few inches she held her breath in surprise, shocked out of her train of thought, realizing she might get free after all! She twisted and pushed with her footpaw, wriggling the claws, trying to dig her way outward with the little movement she had. At first it was a very slow process, but after a few minutes she managed to push her toeclaws against the hard layer that encompassed all of her cocoon. Ten more minutes later she had scrabbled her quite sharp claws through it, only to push her limb through, to promptly have it stuck there, unable to pull back in or help in any way. With a desperate whine she fell still, waiting for whoever had saved her to come to her rescue again.

Instead, she felt a soft tickling on the underside of her paw, something that felt like the finest fur in the world feather-lightly tracing over her paw and along her toes. She squirmed around massively as she heard a voice, laughing softly at her misfortune. "Wow, what a neat white rock! I never knew rocks had feet!" That was followed quickly by an older voice.

"Stop teasing the dragon, Leesha, and get down here." The tickling promptly stopped and Ketia heard the older vixen clear her voice. "We are here to free you. Just hold still while we do so, so we can remove the webbing from you in our own way, which would keep the material intact for our use and sale. I assume you agree with those terms, since you can't say yes or no, as they are preferable to being trapped like that until you die." She then started to feel something moving her cocoon about, causing her to relax, realizing they were cutting her free, the hard outer layer of no use to them.

Twenty minutes later the hard layer was removed, and the second layer was being slowly removed from her, cut in specific places so that it could be stripped off. The vulpines were quite practiced in this trade, considering their tendency to raid the spiders sporadically for more cocoons, not to mention some of the arachnids themselves, leaving enough behind that they could produce more young and survive as a whole.

As the second layer was removed she felt more and more able to move and take deeper breaths, smiling to herself, knowing she would soon be free. Unfortunately, the creatures took even more care with this first layer, prizing it the most of all, as it could be sold for quite a bit raw, and even more as beautiful dresses, gowns, and such. Ketia held out for ten minutes for them, but could wait no longer, struggling massively, ripping the webbing off of herself, and standing up. She saw that there were eight males and two females here, one old and one young. Leesha, the younger vixen, shook her finger at Ketia as if scolding a child. "We told you to hold still! That was a lot.." She fell quiet at a less than pleased glance from the vixen beside her.

"Please, hold still, lady dragon, so we may remove the webbing completely from you, or you'll be unable to fly or free your snout, considering the condition of your handclaws, there." Ketia nodded toward the elderly winged vixen, appreciating the level of respect she was receiving despite her embarrassing situation. She also noted the appearance of Leesha for later, who had dared to tickle her, then order her around. Leesha simply grinned and waved to Ketia, not noticing Ketia glaring at her, or ignoring it. Though they were both in the range of early adult, compared to their species' standards, Ketia considered herself more than superior. She was already planning how to humiliate Leesha, somehow, someday.

She was impatient to be flying again once her wings were freed, but the foxes were smart enough to free her forepaws last, so she had no choice but to wait for them to finish. As they started to open one of the other cocoons she quickly collected them to herself. "No, no, these are mine, you take that other webbing and be happy with it." She nodded curtly to the female to had led the party that freed her, then took to the air, not hearing whatever it was that the vixen had been saying to her. She longed for a long bath in a hotspring near her cave, but first, she had a delivery to make.

Quet's large silver head nodded in Ketia's direction as he glanced over whom had been brought to him. "Yes, yes, this does warrant a reward, doesn't it." The dragoness grinned a little and nodded, then licked her lips, slightly nervous at the thought of aggravating such a powerful Wyrm, giving a solemn nod.

"I thought you would wish this one to be returned to you. And, of course, the other looks to be a likely candidate for addition to your.. collection." Quet laughed softly at Ketia's short pause.

"You may call it a harem, as that is what it is." He turned around and went off into his tunnels, leaving Ketia with the two women, both of whom were now without their rings or weapons, and thusly almost completely defenseless. That didn't stop the vixen from glaring at her, though, apparently not enjoying having been delivered to Quet to become his slave. Ketia noticed the expression on Meri's face from the corner of her eye.

"Would you rather be dead?" she asked nonchalantly, causing the vixen to jump, not having realized she was being observed. She quickly shook her head, though, and looked around herself, embarrassed at the laugh that issued from the dragoness' snout. Quet then re-emerged into the main chamber of his lair.

"Here we are, these should suit you fine." He handed her a chest which was attached to a harness, which she recognized was made for her to strap to her body, making it easier for her to carry it in flight. Carrying the cocoons had hardly been fun, and they weren't as bad as a heavy, awkwardly shaped box of metal and wood. Opening the chest and grinning with a glint in her eye at the additions to her hoard she nodded shortly and began to put the harness on.

"I thank you, Wyrm Quet, and may you always fly high," she said traditionally.

"And you," he replied to Ketia's back as she walked out, taking wing swiftly. Her own lair wasn't more than a quarter hour's flight away, a longing sigh sliding out of her lips as she passed over the hotspring she had recently been considering for a few hours' worth of relaxation. Then, with a grin, she remembered she had to add these to her hoard, rehearsing in her mind how she would have to work past her own traps and implement the very specified spell which would open the boulder sealing her hoard away from the rest of the cavern.

Upon landing, however, she felt an unfamiliar magick issuing forth from her own lair. She ran into her lair, fangs bared, then stopped short as she saw three humanoids standing there, as if waiting for her. Then she recognized the signature of magick within the middle one, the only male. He was her new master! She almost laughed, and cried, at herself for having forgotten such a thing. He stepped forward and grinned as he started to unstrap the harness from her, the females helping him. "You may leave that here, I will put it away for you. I have something for you to do before you return and we speak of your new position as my property."

She blinked and almost moved away from those who were taking the chest from her, but realized that would be a very bad thing to do right now; this male had more magickal prowess than she had felt from any living thing short of the greatest of Wyrms she had ever met. "But, the traps, and the boulder.." She stopped short, realizing he probably could as easily traverse those obstacles as she could. His grin confirmed her thoughts.

Hoisting the chest onto his shoulder as if it weighed but ten pounds he used his free paw to hand her a wand. "Bring this to the winged ones who freed you. It is their payment, along with the silk that had confined you. It will wrap anything that it is pointed at, with intent to contain, with a layer of that first, soft layer of web that had held you. It works three times a day. It should keep their village well supplemented with trade-quality silk for generations. It's worth it, though. I've had my eye on you for some time." He trailed his fingers lightly down her cheek, from which she jerked backwards in surprise, causing him to laugh. "Go, and return, promptly." He turned around to walk toward the tunnel that led to her hoard.

At first she considered destroying him where he stood with her breath, but then, if that failed to kill him, he could do much, much worse things than kill her. The thought of him wiping her mind clean and making her his completely helpless slave sickened her, and she took to the air, yet again, toward the flying foxes' village. It was another fairly short flight, though the sun was starting to set as she neared, making her think of the day as a whole. From happiness at the thought of additions to her hoard, to anger at the spiders for tricking her.. she stopped there, and realized something. Looking down at the wand in her paw, then looking back up. He had said he had been watching her for some time. And this wand created the same kind of webbing which she had flown into, which had made her get caught. And he was right there, in her mind, as soon as she was fully caught. A laugh within her head, in her new master's tone of voice, made her feel slightly ill. The spiders hadn't tricked her at all. And with that on her mind she landed at the winged foxes' village.

She recognized a few of the males standing around, and the village leader, and Leesha as well, approached her. Before they could speak she held the wand out in front of her, end pointing up, so as not to be threatening. "This wand will, thrice daily, create webbing such as that which the spiders create." She suddenly grinned, realizing she had a good opportunity for a little revenge. "Here, let me show you." Leesha's eyes nearly popped out of her head as the wand was pointed at her. A white glob of webbing shot out at her, but before she could even open her wings it was about her, pinning her wings and arms to her body, not to mention her legs together. There wasn't enough to fully encapsulate her, though, and her head was left free, which she twisted and moved around as she struggled. Everyone there burst into laughter and Ketia realized that no one in the village appreciated the sarcasm that Leesha probably used on a day to day basis. The vixen blushed and struggled all the more.

Even the elderly leader had trouble not laughing, covering her snout and giggling just a little. "I, yes, well, thank you, on behalf of the entire village, we will treasure this, as you probably are aware. You are welcome back any time." At this Leesha growled.

"When I take her place, dragon, you'll not be welcome at all!" That brought about another laugh from everyone, and Leesha struggled harder, growling again. Ketia, though, wasn't about to take verbal abuse from the likes of this little vixen again. With a few mumbles and a gesture of her forepaw a green glow issued forth from the webbing around Leesha, who stopped struggling, licking her lips nervously. "Wha.. what was that?"

Ketia mentioned, as if it wasn't a big deal, "A spell of permanence," as she turned around and took flight before the full realization sank in. The webbing would keep Leesha alive, still supplying her with oxygen even though her head wasn't covered, disposing of all bodily wastes, even keeping her fed. But she would never be able to move any more than a worm. Everyone was completely silent as they watched Ketia fly away.

Jes looked up at Quet as Ketia flew away, licking her lips. "Please, sir, please let me back into your harem. I, I know something that you might want to." She hoped that this little snippet of knowledge was enough for the dragon to let her back into his collection, as Ketia has put it. "This vixen here had been part of that group who had raided your lair a few years back. Remember? The one who got away." Quet hmmed and tilted his head a few degrees as he looked Meri over.

"I do believe you are right. Yes, you are. Alright, she will be sold away as the slave she is. And you, my dear.." He smiled at Jes. "You were always my favorite, you know. I think you have spent enough time away. Welcome back." Meri was completely taken aback as Jes joyfully ran forward to hug up against one of Quet's limbs. She also wasn't pleased to have been found out like that. As she looked around, then behind her, toward the entrance, Quet leapt upon her and swiftly hog-tied her limbs behind her, ignoring her struggles. "You, my dear, are a thief. And as such, upon capture, you are my property, to be sold as I wish." He picked her up, Jes coming along. He knew full well that the mephit's emotions were true. He was the one who taught her magick in the first place, and she truly did love him, and hadn't meant to destroy one of his artifacts. The dragon had felt bad about casting her out of his cave, only having done it in a fit of rage, but had had too much pride to hunt her down and bring her back.

Bringing Meri back into his lair, to a small room off of a side tunnel, he set her stomach down on the floor. The vixen looked around worriedly as she saw three females, all in blocks of ice, all of which had a layer of dust over them. And she could tell from their eyes that they were all awake and aware, trapped this way for months, or even years! She started to squirm, but the dragon's rope wasn't coming free in the slightest, her dull claws useless on the thick silk material. "You'll remain here until I find a buyer for you. Enjoy your stay." He waves his forepaws around in the air over her body, a blue glow appearing over her. Her bindings disappeared, but in the same instant a block of ice appeared over her body. It was the slightest bit cold, but she might as well have been trapped in stone. She was even more immobile than the spiders had made her. Quet turned her so she couldn't see the doorway and then walked away, Jes trailing after, leaving the vixen there to be 'alone,' possibly for a very, very long time.

Jes lay upon her bed, or rather, the pile of soft pillows that served as her sleeping quarters. She was tied, spread-eagle, upon it, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. The previous night had been one that she would never forget; she still felt stretched out by her master's shaft. He had shrunk down so that he didn't rip her apart, but she had still been more than filled by him when he had taken her. As if thoughts of the dragon had awakened him, Quet entered the room, freeing Jes gently. "Go clean yourself up, you're a mess." He winked at her, knowing that the mess that covered half of her lower body was mostly his fault, but Jes just giggled and stepped lightly into the next room, slipping into the magickally created hotspring that Quet kept there for his harem.

She cleaned herself quickly, stepped through the field nearby which dried her instantly, and then went back into her room, smiling, wondering what her love had in store for her that day. He scooped her up into his forelimbs as soon as she came through the doorway, pulling her close for a few moments, then holding her out in front of him as he looked her over. "I know what we'll do today!" he informed her. "You looked so very, very cute when you were cocooned. I just have to see you like that again." His wink sent a shiver down her spine. Before she responded, though, he was already tracing starting to stroke her body. At first she thought it was just a massage, but then she realized it was a bit too thorough to be that, even if it did feel good for paws to be moving all over her. As she opened her eyes she realized that wherever he stroked her he left behind a layer of that soft, silky webbing she had recently become so acquainted with.

He took his time, making sure to give her breasts and rear a few squeezes and rubs, as well as along her tailbase, knowing that he must be exciting her. He would take a few breaks from the day and come in to knead at her here and there, through the web, to keep her hot, so that night she would be needy and he would have quite a bit of fun with his skunk-toy. Jes panted softly, eyes closed, squirming and shifting around a little as she did indeed start becoming hot and bothered. "Is, is poor Meri really going to-ooohh.." She was interrupted by a bit of rubbing at her upper thighs as Quet worked on making sure that the wrapping was thorough, grinning a bit. "Is Meri going to be there that long? She isn't that bad, really.." Quet laughed softly.

"I know, she's just greedy, but perhaps the scare I've put into her will keep her from stealing again anytime soon." Quet finished up his work, leaving Jes' tail free, always having loved the look of that large appendage, leaving most of her head free. He did, however, decide to enwrap her snout tightly with some of the webbing, so she would be nice and quiet for the day. "No, those others were just illusions. She'll probably be sold off tomorrow, the day after at the latest." He then kissed the helpless skunkette's cheek and patted her head, lying her down on the bed, face down, giving her tail base and rear end a few last moment rubs and caresses. "You stay here, now, and be a good girl. I'll check in on you in a few hours." Jes sighed happily, a sound muffled by the webbing over her snout, and smiled as she tried to relax and ignore the itch between her legs, thinking to herself of how glad she was to be back.