This is a story of the Becoming Monsters Universe by AiLoves, used with permission.
The core idea for this series comes from Batthew, and it stars their OC Elise the Bat. This chapter also contains Leo, the OC of RetroLeopard.
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Chapter 2: Cat's Out
The bell above the door to the Bespoke Batte rang again. It had been a busy week, and Elise was feeling quite happy with herself as her next victim... er, customer... walked in. A gray Cat Beastfolk at about 1:30 in the afternoon. He was in a gray hoodie with the hood pulled up, glancing around a bit nervously. Much like so many of her best clients did when they first came into her emporium. "Welcome! How can I help you today?"
"Uh, hello." Even from those two words she could get a lot of information. He had a faint but distinct British undercurrent to his Seattle accent, so that meant a post-Change transplant. Carried himself well, either a Delver or at least knew how to fight. Nice and smooth voice, though, and without a lot of the yowl other Catfolk often let creep in. Either got lucky in the Change or, more likely, got himself some vocal training at some point. Also short for a guy, about her size and that meant a bit under five and a half feet.
"I'm Elise, the owner and crafter for this shop. And you are?"
"Oh! Sorry, I'm Leo. Before you ask, yes, my parents got some laughs over being so close to prophets." He looked left and right, seeming to be a bit disappointed in what he could see. Then again, this was the open section of the shop, and he didn't seem the type to be entertained by trifles and newbie Delver equipment. "Do you have... anything stronger in here?"
"Of course! I wouldn't be much of an emporium if I didn't, and bespoke orders are my specialty." Elise's grin was broad and quite toothy, this one was going to be fun. She could already see his fairly powerful build hiding beneath that hoodie, it kept pressing up against where she could see it and she wanted a taste.
"Okay then. I'm looking for bindings. Something meant for someone normal size or a bit bigger than that, but who is very strong." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. "Very, very strong."
Elise considered for a moment. "I think I can do that. Now, these bindings. Are they meant for a fight, or for something more... personal? It changes things." Of course, the more personal things were more her lane, so she had some hopes.
He almost seemed to blush, though it was hard to tell past the fur and the hood. Something about the skin around his nose reddening a bit. "It's personal. For me."
Elise's smile got a lot of fang to it just then. "Then that will make things easier. What's your Strength score? That'll tell me if I can use a normal enchantment or if I need to do something more... personal, shall we say."
"That makes sense. I'm at twenty-eight right now." He seemed like he really didn't want to say the number, but understood it was needed.
Elise, for her part, kept her reaction under control. Twenty Strength would have put him on par with Olympic power lifters just a few years ago. Twenty-eight Strength meant he could juggle her, easily. Manhandle her like she was an inflatable doll. Fold her up like laundry and have his absolute way with her. That meant that not only was he strong before the Change, he had been training it since then... and given that he didn't look like a grotesque pile of muscle, it also meant he had to have impressive amounts of Agility and Dexterity. And Charisma, he was quite easy on the eyes. Her nipples were hard, and her chastity cage felt very full.
More's the shame the guy was probably a bottom if he was asking to be trussed up.
She got up and started walking over to him. "Twenty-eight is impressive, Leo, but thankfully under the threshold for using more specialized kinds of things as long as the target is willing at activation. And since that's you, I am guessing it's a good assumption?"
Leo looked down. This had the added effect of directing his eyes down her cleavage, which wasn't his intent, but neither objected. "You're right."
"Oh, good. I like to know I haven't lost my touch! Now go on back through the red light door and stand in the circle I've drawn on the floor. We can figure out which of my selection will be best for you, then I'll make sure to handcraft a set just for you." She walked over to the door to flip the sign.
"There's one more thing, Elise. I need this to be comfortable. Possibly for eight hours at a time." Leo was being evasive. It was obvious, but there was nothing for it but to move forward.
"I will make sure the model you are fitted with will serve, and thank you for making that clear. Now go on ahead, I need to make sure that we are not interrupted." She actually flipped the sign, then, and added the hanger that said she was with a customer. No way to know with this one if it would be fast or if it would take a while. She found herself hoping that Leo might take some extra special efforts from her. He seemed fun.
In the back room, she found Leo standing in the circle she'd described. He was looking around, much more interested in the kinds of things back here. Especially the bondage straps. "Some of these look intimidating. Not really comfortable, either, what is this metal?" He was staring intently at one arrangement that was glittering in an ominous manner.
"That one's made of mithril. No, it isn't particularly comfortable compared to leather or textile, but it can hold most Giantkin under fifteen feet tall. Now, go ahead and get naked. If we want to test this properly we can't have those clothes in the way."
Leo's eyes widened, showing they were a light blue color reminiscent of summer skies. "Uh, right here? In front of you?"