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| − | <div></div><br> <br>The entrance to the toy factory is much quieter today, no pair of mechanical vulpine bouncers, no bustle of things moving in and out. Someone's set up a hammock between a light pole and a hook attached to the building. It looks occupied, but it's hard to tell who's in it.<br> <br>Kazel is back to her normal form and looking for answers, or just for someone to give a piece of her mind to. The huge dragon has made no effort to shrink to a polite party size today and lands before the factory with quite the impact, the asphalt of the aging road cracking under her paws ever so slightly. Seeing that there is nobody around, see approaches the hammock to see if someone is in there who might belong to the foxes and ponies that occupy the factory floors.<br> <br>Of course, Rorne was just as curious for answers and explanations, too! Though with less of an entrance, the rather plant-like avian strides up, wing-arms folded as she steps towards the factory. She first notices the large dragon, and then the hammock that has her attention! Either way, she approaches slowly, head tilted curiously, though without word.<br> <br>As Kazel leans over the hammock, a figure is visible. Well, maybe more like 'figurine'. A life-size doll, resembling a catboy is in the hammock, unmoving and glassy-eyed. From the looks of it, it's not even alive.<br> <br>Kazel does not seem to notice Rorne, slow steps and a closed mouth would make it hard enough even without a distraction like this doll. She lowers her serpentine neck and navigates her head so that it is only a few inches from the doll, before gently, yet determined tapping it with a claw on her right front leg.<br> <br>Rorne can only watch Kazel investigate the doll. Rorne steps around the hammock and dragon, getting a different angle on it all. Looking into the hammock, she also sees that catboy doll, and she blinks a couple times. Thinking about it, she does remember all the toys in this factory, and how many of them were alive. She's not as quick to touch it as Kazel, even if she steps closer to get a better look.<br> <br>The doll is warm to the touch, like 'sitting out in the sun all day' warm, but definitely doesn't seem alive. Tapping on the toy creates a hollow plastic sound, as if the toy were just a shell. No response.<br> <br>Kazel blinks at the sound and twitches her snout. As she looks up, she spots Rorne and stumbles a step back. "Geeze! You are a sneaky one!" She squints for a moment, her nostrils twitching and flaring. "Were you at that party here a while ago? I was about to head in and try to get some answers out of those foxes."<br> <br>While watching, she catches Kazel just about jumping, and Rorne giggles. "Yeah, I was at the party. Was a bit, shall we say... warmer then? Was the Phoenix." She shrugs, giving a little wave with one of her wings. "Good to see you again, though, uh... Kazel, was it? Either way, I've been just as curious about it all myself."<br> <br>Kazel nods. "Yeah, thats me. I am afraid I am not good with names myself." She turns and heads towards the door. "Shall we go in together then? This just seems to be a regular old doll, weird that it is out here though." She places a paw on the door and pushes.<br> <br>Rorne chuckles. "It's Rorne, and I understand completely." She follows behind the dragoness, nodding. "Of course, it'll be better to go in with someone else than it would be to go in alone, especially given what happened last time." She chuckles a little, shaking her head. "As for the doll... it's the toy factory. They do this sort of thing here," she adds, still right behind Kazel.<br> <br>The door creaks open, revealing the foyer and much of the prep work from the party, sans the food and drink. There's that fox from the party, bending over and digging through some trash... Damn, that stuff accumulates fast, wasn't this place clean just last week?<br> <br>Kazel approaches the fox from behind, moving slow, though with her size sneaking is mostly out of the picture. Regardless of that she places a forepaw onto his shoulder, holding him in place firmly. "Hi there."<br> <br>At the very least, Rorne can sneak somewhat! Though she isn't sure just how much she smells, given her plant nature at the moment. Either way, she stays close to Kazel, looking around, noticing the fox digging through trash. "Wonder why she's digging through that," she mutters quietly, stepping at least mostly into view when Kazel reaches said fox.<br> <br>As Kazel's claw touched the bristly metal fur, the fox speaks. "Leave me alone, you already ruined party by leaving." Russian accent. Why'd all these foxes have to look alike?<br> <br>Kazel leaves her paw firmly on the shoulder of the fox. "Well, maybe you people should not have tricked people into being turned into toys. You got anything to say for yourself?"<br> <br>With a shrug, Rorne agrees with Kazel. "Though I did find being a plushie somewhat entertaining, I did not like having it forced upon me," she mutters. "Either way, it'd be better to find more willing subjects to be toys, even if only temporarily. You'll have more success."<br> <br>"Toys?" The fox turns around, his glum expression showing a hint of confusion. "They said party over, guests ran off. My shift not even over yet."<br> <br>Kazel frowns, letting go of the fox. "Yeah, one of your friends, the one who was doing the most talking that day, turned everyone into plushies and kidnapped us. We only narrowly escaped." She squints. Could it be true that he does not know?<br> <br>Rorne nods, listening to Kazel speak. "If you could direct us to where we could look, that'd be most appreciated. Also, uh," Rorne looks at the trash he was rummaging through, and she tilts her head. "What were you doing there? Anything we can help with, perhaps?"<br> <br>The fox shook his head. "Don't know other fox. He showed up hours before, said was planning party. Brought crazy coyote girl with him, not seen either since." His paws come out of the debris, tugging on some free wire. "Trying to untangle wire, no luck."<br> <br>Kazel twitches her snout as she thinks about this. "Hrm. You got any idea where we could look, Rorne?" She pauses, her eyes fall back on the fox. "So, if you had never seen those two before, why did you all help them?"<br> <br>Rorne shrugs to Kazel, "No, I have no real idea where to look for them. Though I think I remember a name... Riva?" She shakes her head, approaching the fox and wire carefully. Her wings begin to twitch a bit as she focuses, causing them to begin to shrink, reshaping more into actual arms instead. At this point, they just twitch at her side as they continue their reshaping.<br> <br>"Why would hungry fox turn down food? Food for guard duty. Then party. More food at parties." The wire is left alone, and the clockwork being wanders over to the table once filled with food and drink. "At least food was there, anyway."<br> <br>Kazel frowns and sighs, giving a curious glimps at the changing arms of her companion. "Maybe we should check out the rest of the factory for clues? They can't very well be gone without a trace, can they?"<br> <br>Continuing her focus, Rorne's arms take a bit more definition, becoming long, elegant, and vulpine. The tips have small, blunted claws, no real use for anything more than just really being there. However, she also has a lot more dexterity and motor control like this than she did with wings! "Okay, then," she mutters, taking a moment to relax after exerting herself like that, "let's take a look." She bends down into the rubble, finding the wire, and starts looking for whatever it is she needs to do to untangle it.<br> <br>The wires are beyond simply 'tangled', hell, it seems to have knots that have fused together into solid metal. No wonder people had to fight their way through it all. The fox sits on the table, looking back at the dragon. "If you want find other fox, why not try crazy girl? She says 'Mr Magic is throwing a party.' 'He needs more friends.' I say bah, playthings don't need friends."<br> <br>Kazel had already taking a few steps through the thankfully large production hall as the fox speaks up, her neck bends back to the side to look at the fox. "Do you know where she is? Is she here?"<br> <br>As much as Rorne tries, she really wouldn't be able to extricate the wire without some serious help. Dexterity or no, it's not possible for her. With a sigh, she stands back up straight, stretching out just a bit. "The crazy girl? You mean Riva?" She thinks, and then something clicks a little. "If she's a coyote, chances are... hm..." She paces a moment, before looking to Kazel. "I think I know someone we could talk to, or at least somewhere to start looking."<br> <br>The fox stays quiet and wanders off into the remainder of the factory, leaving Kazel and Rorne alone in the foyer.<br> <br>Kazel tilts her head at her feathered companion. "Oh? Take the lead then." She smiles softly. "Or, if its further away and you are alright with heights, you can saddle up, if you can't fly yourself."<br> <br>Rorne looks back at Kazel, shrugging. "That's the issue, though," he she mutters. "It's the Warehouse, and I'd be looking for Redd, or some other coyote around there. I... I think I may have met her at some point, but can't recall, honestly." She also giggles, approaching the dragon. "Also, me, afraid of heights? I'll just pretend you didn't ask the bird that."<br> <br>Fortunately, the Warehouse is just around the corner. And of course, Redd's there, lounging on the beat-up couch. He grins as he spots Rorne and Kazel entering the building. "Heyas Rorne, who's your friend?"<br> <br>Kazel enters behind the bird and remains silent, being a little shy despite her imposing stature, and it was Rorne who was asked who she was and not herself. Instead she takes a good look around the warehouse from her position, at least, getting a feeling for this new location.<br> <br>"Hey Redd," Rorne replies, giving a little wave with one of her paw-hands. "This here's Kazel," she states, looking back to Kazel, and then adds, "Kazel, this is Redd. Don't worry, he won't hurt you. Just maybe have some fun." She giggles a bit more, shaking her head. "Anyway, Redd, usually I like to come by for some fun or affection, but now, we're looking for Riva. Know where we could find her?"<br> <br>"She vanishes pretty regularly, couldn't find her if I wanted. Heard about the party thing though, I trust ya'll had fun?" Redd grins widely, showing off his teeth. "Wish I'd been there. Don't go to parties near often enough."<br> <br>Kazel frowns deeply. "We wanted to talk to her about that and how it is not nice to kidnap people for that kinda thing, or at all." She pauses for a moment. "Do you maybe know where we could get a hold of her friend, the fox who was at the party as well?"<br> <br>"What she said," Rorne states, giving a chuckle. "Either way, the fox friend turned party guests into plushies and kidnapped them all to make them friends for... what was his name? Well, point still made." She shakes her head, looking back to Redd. "We're just trying to get as much information as possible, really."<br> <br>The coyote cackles wildly. "Well, you found him. As I asked earlier, did you enjoy the party?" He sits up, clearly amused with himself. "You did manage to escape before I had the chance to turn you back properly, but seems you're fine either way." Redd stands up and moves to hug Rorne. "You're always so much fun to tease."<br> <br>Kazel blinks. "Whhaaa." The dragon frowns at this revelation. "That was you?" She squints at Rorne. "And he is your friend?." She flaps her wings once despite the restriction the interior of the warehouse imposes on her and snorts, not happy with this situation at all.<br> <br>As Redd explains, Rorne just sighs, shaking her head. "Why didn't I see this coming?" she asks herself aloud, only to hug Redd back. "And you know how much I enjoy it, too," she mutters, a bit of a blush on her cheeks. She looks back to Kazel, nodding. "He is my friend. I know for a fact he wouldn't do anything to hurt someone purposefully. He's a trickster and a prankster, but he's genuinely a good guy."<br> <br>"You didn't see it coming because you enjoy it too much." Redd snickers before turning to the dragon. "You enjoyed it too, I hear, running about the lobby as a little plush." The coyote scritches under the dragon's chin. "You liked being a cute little plaything, obviously. Why else would you come back for more?"<br> <br>Kazel pulls back from the touch of the coyote. "That I enjoyed it does not mean its right to force it onto people! Besides, I only enjoyed it once we had escaped, I was even one of the most willing to escape to begin with." She huffs. "And we came here for answers, not for more, right Rorne?"<br> <br>Rorne squeezes Redd with a shake of her head. "Of course we came for answers," Rorne replies, slowly releasing the coyote from the hug. "I mean, we already got most of them: We found the one who did it, we know about Riva, and we somewhat know why." She looks back to Kazel. "Are there any other questions? I mean, I remember the catboy toy in front of the factory, but not sure if that's worth asking about."<br> <br>"Just a toy, somebody left it on the floor of the warehouse, I put it in a hammock because I thought it'd be cute." Redd snickers. "You know, Kazel, if you wanted to be a toy again, all you need to do is ask." He strokes along the dragon's neck and back. "You'd be so cute as a little doll, waiting for your owner to get home and play with you."<br> <br>Kazel pulls back again, bumping her rear into the wall of the building as she does. "I didn't say I do! I-I am a fierce and powerful dragon. Yes." The white scaled of her face turn a soft pink as she blushed. "And I don't have an owner to come home to me to begin with so there is that." She nods at her argument as if it were a good one.<br> <br>Rorne can't help but chuckle, watching Kazel's reactions to Redd's teasing. She even wraps a wing around whatever part of Kazel she can, giving a gentle encouraging, "Don't worry, hun. I said he wouldn't hurt you, and I know he won't. I also said, back in the bag, that everything would be okay, and it all turned out quite well." She smiles faintly, her beak being soft enough to work it, but not quite. "Besides, if something happens you don't like, we can always help you feel better. That's my promise to you."<br> <br>Kazel raises the ridge of her eyebrow. "Are you sure? Someone could have gotten hurt at the party! And why did he leave us in that room to begin with if he intended to turn us back?" She frowns.<br> <br>"I left to make sure I hadn't missed anything of yours at the factory. I brought your gear to you, didn't I?" The coyote nods at Rorne. "As she said, I don't do anything that'd actually hurt anyone. And I've got enough medical skill to fix most injuries that could happen. Between the bird and I, there's little short of death we couldn't fix." More stroking of the dragon's scales. "What's the worst that could happen?"<br> <br>Kazel tries to pull back further but is blocked by the wall, instead lowers her head slightly and squints. "But you left again, what was that about? And why did you not tell us?" She tries to evade to the side but finds herself cornered. "And..I don't know...I could get stuck like that or abducted or what not!"<br> <br>Rorne slowly approaches the dragon, running her blunted claws along her scales gently. "It's okay, Kazel," Rorne mutters softly. "You won't get stuck like that unless you want to." She presses in just a bit more, wrapping one arm around the dragon as best she can, the other still rubbing and scratching gently at her scales. "Okay, hun? I promise everything will be okay." She looks to Redd, though, also waiting for a response.<br> <br>"First time I left to get your gear, second time was to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Now, just relax, it won't hurt a bit." As the coyote strokes, Kazel's world seems to grow around her, the dragon's form shrinking.<br> <br>Kazel was about to protest as the familiar feeling of her body diminishing in size hits her once more, mass leaving her body at a rapid pace as people, building and objects around her grow to monsterous sizes compared to herself. She stumbles around on her four legs for a moment, trying to reorientate herself.<br> <br>As Kazel shrinks, Rorne stays right by her side, gently petting, scratching, and all around doing her best to keep the dragoness calm. "Just relax, hun, everything will be okay," she mutters to Kazel. "I know it'll be hard, but take slow, deep breaths. It'll help you stay calm while it all happens. Again, everything will be okay, I promise."<br> <br>"So, I should ask, what sort of toy do you think would be cutest? Rorne, shall I do plushie, hard plastic, inflatable or clockwork? All of them would be adorable, no?" The coyote picks Kazel up, looking over the tiny dragon in his hands.<br> <br>Kazel is still very disorientated by the change in size, being picked up does not help at all. The tiny dragon squirms in the hand of her captor and bites into a finger, her tiny teeth not even breaking the skin.<br> <br>Rorne just watches Kazel now, offering a gentle pet to the dragon when she bites one of Redd's fingers. Looking to Redd, though, she tilts her head, thinking. "Hm... she'd be cute as any of those! Could make her an inflatable toy with cartoonish proportions for her size. Or even a clockwork toy because of the foxes at the factory! But..." She pauses a moment, and then giggles. "Could even go as far as possible, make her into a cute little doll!"<br> <br>"Doll it is, and as for that 'I don't have an owner who'd come home to me', I'm sure we can find somebody." The coyote chuckles as he strokes the dragon's head, Kazel's muzzle shrinking, her scales smoothing out into a pale hard plastic. "Let's do something about those claws, and that tail, shall we?" A particularly odd sensation fills the dragon's tailbone, as it solidifies into hard plastic, and a joint forms. Redd tugs on it gently, and Kazel's tail pops off, painlessly. The hole left by the joint seals over with more plastic almost instantly, but the coyote doesn't stop there. He roll his fingers around Kazel's hands, smoothing them out as they change into neatly sculpted human fingers, the same process repeated with her feet and toes. "There, a proper doll. Not too shabby, if I say so myself."<br> <br>Kazel's eyes go wide, and not just from surprise as her head is changed and the long forgotten sensation of hair touching her shoulders fills her. She looks down at herself, in an upright position for the first time in ages, a weird sight, even without the hand wrapped around her it would be. She struggles to get an arm free and moves it to he face, touching it testingly and instantly pulling back at the feeling of how cold and hard her skin has gotten.<br> <br>Rorne now watches Kazel change, only giggling a bit here and there. However, she looks up at Redd with a slightly pouty expression. "Couldn't be a dragon doll, huh? Well, guess this'll do," she teases with a little chuckle. Looking back to Kazel, Rorne looks over the doll, muttering, "Most definitely a proper doll! Though, how are you feeling, Kazel? Everything okay?"<br> <br>Kazel turns her head to face Rorne, it was a weird feeling. "Its weird. Even weirder than being a plushie was at first." She huffs. If she was trying to make facial expressions, it did not have much success. She is not even blinking or breathing. "I will just turn back as soon as I get out of here."<br> <br>"You and I both know you won't, you'll be too busy pleasing and playing with your new owner, after all, that's what toys do, right?" The coyote loosens his grip on Kazel, as a light blouse and skirt forms around the doll's body, covering her nudity. "Can't have a nude dolly, right?" Redd adjusts the clothing a bit, making sure the fit is right.<br> <br>Kazel tries to struggle free of the hand that is grasping her, flailing her little arms at the finger on top of the fist and kicking her little legs. "Of course I will! And as if I would just go along with some person who proclaims themselves my owner!"<br> <br>Rorne chuckles at Redd's statements. She looks over Kazel's form, including her new clothing! "Well, aren't you beautiful?" Rorne asks somewhat teasingly. "You look like a wonderful, perfect little doll. Why not just relax a bit, enjoy it for a moment? You and I both know, deep down, you want to. You want to relax, you want to be a good little toy." She looks up at Redd, giving him a wink.<br> <br>Redd grins as he sees the avian wink. He hands Kazel to Rorne. "You'll help our little dolly friend find a good owner, won't you?" The coyote gives Rorne a kiss on the beak, hugging her tight. "Now, you two behave, I've got a few errands to run." With that, the coyote vanishes from sight. | + | <div></div><br> <br>The entrance to the toy factory is much quieter today, no pair of mechanical vulpine bouncers, no bustle of things moving in and out. Someone's set up a hammock between a light pole and a hook attached to the building. It looks occupied, but it's hard to tell who's in it.<br> <br>Kazel is back to her normal form and looking for answers, or just for someone to give a piece of her mind to. The huge dragon has made no effort to shrink to a polite party size today and lands before the factory with quite the impact, the asphalt of the aging road cracking under her paws ever so slightly. Seeing that there is nobody around, see approaches the hammock to see if someone is in there who might belong to the foxes and ponies that occupy the factory floors.<br> <br>Of course, Rorne was just as curious for answers and explanations, too! Though with less of an entrance, the rather plant-like avian strides up, wing-arms folded as she steps towards the factory. She first notices the large dragon, and then the hammock that has her attention! Either way, she approaches slowly, head tilted curiously, though without word.<br> <br>As Kazel leans over the hammock, a figure is visible. Well, maybe more like 'figurine'. A life-size doll, resembling a catboy is in the hammock, unmoving and glassy-eyed. From the looks of it, it's not even alive.<br> <br>Kazel does not seem to notice Rorne, slow steps and a closed mouth would make it hard enough even without a distraction like this doll. She lowers her serpentine neck and navigates her head so that it is only a few inches from the doll, before gently, yet determined tapping it with a claw on her right front leg.<br> <br>Rorne can only watch Kazel investigate the doll. Rorne steps around the hammock and dragon, getting a different angle on it all. Looking into the hammock, she also sees that catboy doll, and she blinks a couple times. Thinking about it, she does remember all the toys in this factory, and how many of them were alive. She's not as quick to touch it as Kazel, even if she steps closer to get a better look.<br> <br>The doll is warm to the touch, like 'sitting out in the sun all day' warm, but definitely doesn't seem alive. Tapping on the toy creates a hollow plastic sound, as if the toy were just a shell. No response.<br> <br>Kazel blinks at the sound and twitches her snout. As she looks up, she spots Rorne and stumbles a step back. "Geeze! You are a sneaky one!" She squints for a moment, her nostrils twitching and flaring. "Were you at that party here a while ago? I was about to head in and try to get some answers out of those foxes."<br> <br>While watching, she catches Kazel just about jumping, and Rorne giggles. "Yeah, I was at the party. Was a bit, shall we say... warmer then? Was the Phoenix." She shrugs, giving a little wave with one of her wings. "Good to see you again, though, uh... Kazel, was it? Either way, I've been just as curious about it all myself."<br> <br>Kazel nods. "Yeah, thats me. I am afraid I am not good with names myself." She turns and heads towards the door. "Shall we go in together then? This just seems to be a regular old doll, weird that it is out here though." She places a paw on the door and pushes.<br> <br>Rorne chuckles. "It's Rorne, and I understand completely." She follows behind the dragoness, nodding. "Of course, it'll be better to go in with someone else than it would be to go in alone, especially given what happened last time." She chuckles a little, shaking her head. "As for the doll... it's the toy factory. They do this sort of thing here," she adds, still right behind Kazel.<br> <br>The door creaks open, revealing the foyer and much of the prep work from the party, sans the food and drink. There's that fox from the party, bending over and digging through some trash... Damn, that stuff accumulates fast, wasn't this place clean just last week?<br> <br>Kazel approaches the fox from behind, moving slow, though with her size sneaking is mostly out of the picture. Regardless of that she places a forepaw onto his shoulder, holding him in place firmly. "Hi there."<br> <br>At the very least, Rorne can sneak somewhat! Though she isn't sure just how much she smells, given her plant nature at the moment. Either way, she stays close to Kazel, looking around, noticing the fox digging through trash. "Wonder why she's digging through that," she mutters quietly, stepping at least mostly into view when Kazel reaches said fox.<br> <br>As Kazel's claw touched the bristly metal fur, the fox speaks. "Leave me alone, you already ruined party by leaving." Russian accent. Why'd all these foxes have to look alike?<br> <br>Kazel leaves her paw firmly on the shoulder of the fox. "Well, maybe you people should not have tricked people into being turned into toys. You got anything to say for yourself?"<br> <br>With a shrug, Rorne agrees with Kazel. "Though I did find being a plushie somewhat entertaining, I did not like having it forced upon me," she mutters. "Either way, it'd be better to find more willing subjects to be toys, even if only temporarily. You'll have more success."<br> <br>"Toys?" The fox turns around, his glum expression showing a hint of confusion. "They said party over, guests ran off. My shift not even over yet."<br> <br>Kazel frowns, letting go of the fox. "Yeah, one of your friends, the one who was doing the most talking that day, turned everyone into plushies and kidnapped us. We only narrowly escaped." She squints. Could it be true that he does not know?<br> <br>Rorne nods, listening to Kazel speak. "If you could direct us to where we could look, that'd be most appreciated. Also, uh," Rorne looks at the trash he was rummaging through, and she tilts her head. "What were you doing there? Anything we can help with, perhaps?"<br> <br>The fox shook his head. "Don't know other fox. He showed up hours before, said was planning party. Brought crazy coyote girl with him, not seen either since." His paws come out of the debris, tugging on some free wire. "Trying to untangle wire, no luck."<br> <br>Kazel twitches her snout as she thinks about this. "Hrm. You got any idea where we could look, Rorne?" She pauses, her eyes fall back on the fox. "So, if you had never seen those two before, why did you all help them?"<br> <br>Rorne shrugs to Kazel, "No, I have no real idea where to look for them. Though I think I remember a name... Riva?" She shakes her head, approaching the fox and wire carefully. Her wings begin to twitch a bit as she focuses, causing them to begin to shrink, reshaping more into actual arms instead. At this point, they just twitch at her side as they continue their reshaping.<br> <br>"Why would hungry fox turn down food? Food for guard duty. Then party. More food at parties." The wire is left alone, and the clockwork being wanders over to the table once filled with food and drink. "At least food was there, anyway."<br> <br>Kazel frowns and sighs, giving a curious glimps at the changing arms of her companion. "Maybe we should check out the rest of the factory for clues? They can't very well be gone without a trace, can they?"<br> <br>Continuing her focus, Rorne's arms take a bit more definition, becoming long, elegant, and vulpine. The tips have small, blunted claws, no real use for anything more than just really being there. However, she also has a lot more dexterity and motor control like this than she did with wings! "Okay, then," she mutters, taking a moment to relax after exerting herself like that, "let's take a look." She bends down into the rubble, finding the wire, and starts looking for whatever it is she needs to do to untangle it.<br> <br>The wires are beyond simply 'tangled', hell, it seems to have knots that have fused together into solid metal. No wonder people had to fight their way through it all. The fox sits on the table, looking back at the dragon. "If you want find other fox, why not try crazy girl? She says 'Mr Magic is throwing a party.' 'He needs more friends.' I say bah, playthings don't need friends."<br> <br>Kazel had already taking a few steps through the thankfully large production hall as the fox speaks up, her neck bends back to the side to look at the fox. "Do you know where she is? Is she here?"<br> <br>As much as Rorne tries, she really wouldn't be able to extricate the wire without some serious help. Dexterity or no, it's not possible for her. With a sigh, she stands back up straight, stretching out just a bit. "The crazy girl? You mean Riva?" She thinks, and then something clicks a little. "If she's a coyote, chances are... hm..." She paces a moment, before looking to Kazel. "I think I know someone we could talk to, or at least somewhere to start looking."<br> <br>The fox stays quiet and wanders off into the remainder of the factory, leaving Kazel and Rorne alone in the foyer.<br> <br>Kazel tilts her head at her feathered companion. "Oh? Take the lead then." She smiles softly. "Or, if its further away and you are alright with heights, you can saddle up, if you can't fly yourself."<br> <br>Rorne looks back at Kazel, shrugging. "That's the issue, though," he she mutters. "It's the Warehouse, and I'd be looking for Redd, or some other coyote around there. I... I think I may have met her at some point, but can't recall, honestly." She also giggles, approaching the dragon. "Also, me, afraid of heights? I'll just pretend you didn't ask the bird that."<br> <br>Fortunately, the Warehouse is just around the corner. And of course, Redd's there, lounging on the beat-up couch. He grins as he spots Rorne and Kazel entering the building. "Heyas Rorne, who's your friend?"<br> <br>Kazel enters behind the bird and remains silent, being a little shy despite her imposing stature, and it was Rorne who was asked who she was and not herself. Instead she takes a good look around the warehouse from her position, at least, getting a feeling for this new location.<br> <br>"Hey Redd," Rorne replies, giving a little wave with one of her paw-hands. "This here's Kazel," she states, looking back to Kazel, and then adds, "Kazel, this is Redd. Don't worry, he won't hurt you. Just maybe have some fun." She giggles a bit more, shaking her head. "Anyway, Redd, usually I like to come by for some fun or affection, but now, we're looking for Riva. Know where we could find her?"<br> <br>"She vanishes pretty regularly, couldn't find her if I wanted. Heard about the party thing though, I trust ya'll had fun?" Redd grins widely, showing off his teeth. "Wish I'd been there. Don't go to parties near often enough."<br> <br>Kazel frowns deeply. "We wanted to talk to her about that and how it is not nice to kidnap people for that kinda thing, or at all." She pauses for a moment. "Do you maybe know where we could get a hold of her friend, the fox who was at the party as well?"<br> <br>"What she said," Rorne states, giving a chuckle. "Either way, the fox friend turned party guests into plushies and kidnapped them all to make them friends for... what was his name? Well, point still made." She shakes her head, looking back to Redd. "We're just trying to get as much information as possible, really."<br> <br>The coyote cackles wildly. "Well, you found him. As I asked earlier, did you enjoy the party?" He sits up, clearly amused with himself. "You did manage to escape before I had the chance to turn you back properly, but seems you're fine either way." Redd stands up and moves to hug Rorne. "You're always so much fun to tease."<br> <br>Kazel blinks. "Whhaaa." The dragon frowns at this revelation. "That was you?" She squints at Rorne. "And he is your friend?." She flaps her wings once despite the restriction the interior of the warehouse imposes on her and snorts, not happy with this situation at all.<br> <br>As Redd explains, Rorne just sighs, shaking her head. "Why didn't I see this coming?" she asks herself aloud, only to hug Redd back. "And you know how much I enjoy it, too," she mutters, a bit of a blush on her cheeks. She looks back to Kazel, nodding. "He is my friend. I know for a fact he wouldn't do anything to hurt someone purposefully. He's a trickster and a prankster, but he's genuinely a good guy."<br> <br>"You didn't see it coming because you enjoy it too much." Redd snickers before turning to the dragon. "You enjoyed it too, I hear, running about the lobby as a little plush." The coyote scritches under the dragon's chin. "You liked being a cute little plaything, obviously. Why else would you come back for more?"<br> <br>Kazel pulls back from the touch of the coyote. "That I enjoyed it does not mean its right to force it onto people! Besides, I only enjoyed it once we had escaped, I was even one of the most willing to escape to begin with." She huffs. "And we came here for answers, not for more, right Rorne?"<br> <br>Rorne squeezes Redd with a shake of her head. "Of course we came for answers," Rorne replies, slowly releasing the coyote from the hug. "I mean, we already got most of them: We found the one who did it, we know about Riva, and we somewhat know why." She looks back to Kazel. "Are there any other questions? I mean, I remember the catboy toy in front of the factory, but not sure if that's worth asking about."<br> <br>"Just a toy, somebody left it on the floor of the warehouse, I put it in a hammock because I thought it'd be cute." Redd snickers. "You know, Kazel, if you wanted to be a toy again, all you need to do is ask." He strokes along the dragon's neck and back. "You'd be so cute as a little doll, waiting for your owner to get home and play with you."<br> <br>Kazel pulls back again, bumping her rear into the wall of the building as she does. "I didn't say I do! I-I am a fierce and powerful dragon. Yes." The white scaled of her face turn a soft pink as she blushed. "And I don't have an owner to come home to me to begin with so there is that." She nods at her argument as if it were a good one.<br> <br>Rorne can't help but chuckle, watching Kazel's reactions to Redd's teasing. She even wraps a wing around whatever part of Kazel she can, giving a gentle encouraging, "Don't worry, hun. I said he wouldn't hurt you, and I know he won't. I also said, back in the bag, that everything would be okay, and it all turned out quite well." She smiles faintly, her beak being soft enough to work it, but not quite. "Besides, if something happens you don't like, we can always help you feel better. That's my promise to you."<br> <br>Kazel raises the ridge of her eyebrow. "Are you sure? Someone could have gotten hurt at the party! And why did he leave us in that room to begin with if he intended to turn us back?" She frowns.<br> <br>"I left to make sure I hadn't missed anything of yours at the factory. I brought your gear to you, didn't I?" The coyote nods at Rorne. "As she said, I don't do anything that'd actually hurt anyone. And I've got enough medical skill to fix most injuries that could happen. Between the bird and I, there's little short of death we couldn't fix." More stroking of the dragon's scales. "What's the worst that could happen?"<br> <br>Kazel tries to pull back further but is blocked by the wall, instead lowers her head slightly and squints. "But you left again, what was that about? And why did you not tell us?" She tries to evade to the side but finds herself cornered. "And..I don't know...I could get stuck like that or abducted or what not!"<br> <br>Rorne slowly approaches the dragon, running her blunted claws along her scales gently. "It's okay, Kazel," Rorne mutters softly. "You won't get stuck like that unless you want to." She presses in just a bit more, wrapping one arm around the dragon as best she can, the other still rubbing and scratching gently at her scales. "Okay, hun? I promise everything will be okay." She looks to Redd, though, also waiting for a response.<br> <br>"First time I left to get your gear, second time was to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Now, just relax, it won't hurt a bit." As the coyote strokes, Kazel's world seems to grow around her, the dragon's form shrinking.<br> <br>Kazel was about to protest as the familiar feeling of her body diminishing in size hits her once more, mass leaving her body at a rapid pace as people, building and objects around her grow to monsterous sizes compared to herself. She stumbles around on her four legs for a moment, trying to reorientate herself.<br> <br>As Kazel shrinks, Rorne stays right by her side, gently petting, scratching, and all around doing her best to keep the dragoness calm. "Just relax, hun, everything will be okay," she mutters to Kazel. "I know it'll be hard, but take slow, deep breaths. It'll help you stay calm while it all happens. Again, everything will be okay, I promise."<br> <br>"So, I should ask, what sort of toy do you think would be cutest? Rorne, shall I do plushie, hard plastic, inflatable or clockwork? All of them would be adorable, no?" The coyote picks Kazel up, looking over the tiny dragon in his hands.<br> <br>Kazel is still very disorientated by the change in size, being picked up does not help at all. The tiny dragon squirms in the hand of her captor and bites into a finger, her tiny teeth not even breaking the skin.<br> <br>Rorne just watches Kazel now, offering a gentle pet to the dragon when she bites one of Redd's fingers. Looking to Redd, though, she tilts her head, thinking. "Hm... she'd be cute as any of those! Could make her an inflatable toy with cartoonish proportions for her size. Or even a clockwork toy because of the foxes at the factory! But..." She pauses a moment, and then giggles. "Could even go as far as possible, make her into a cute little doll!"<br> <br>"Doll it is, and as for that 'I don't have an owner who'd come home to me', I'm sure we can find somebody." The coyote chuckles as he strokes the dragon's head, Kazel's muzzle shrinking, her scales smoothing out into a pale hard plastic. "Let's do something about those claws, and that tail, shall we?" A particularly odd sensation fills the dragon's tailbone, as it solidifies into hard plastic, and a joint forms. Redd tugs on it gently, and Kazel's tail pops off, painlessly. The hole left by the joint seals over with more plastic almost instantly, but the coyote doesn't stop there. He roll his fingers around Kazel's hands, smoothing them out as they change into neatly sculpted human fingers, the same process repeated with her feet and toes. "There, a proper doll. Not too shabby, if I say so myself."<br> <br>Kazel's eyes go wide, and not just from surprise as her head is changed and the long forgotten sensation of hair touching her shoulders fills her. She looks down at herself, in an upright position for the first time in ages, a weird sight, even without the hand wrapped around her it would be. She struggles to get an arm free and moves it to he face, touching it testingly and instantly pulling back at the feeling of how cold and hard her skin has gotten.<br> <br>Rorne now watches Kazel change, only giggling a bit here and there. However, she looks up at Redd with a slightly pouty expression. "Couldn't be a dragon doll, huh? Well, guess this'll do," she teases with a little chuckle. Looking back to Kazel, Rorne looks over the doll, muttering, "Most definitely a proper doll! Though, how are you feeling, Kazel? Everything okay?"<br> <br>Kazel turns her head to face Rorne, it was a weird feeling. "Its weird. Even weirder than being a plushie was at first." She huffs. If she was trying to make facial expressions, it did not have much success. She is not even blinking or breathing. "I will just turn back as soon as I get out of here."<br> <br>"You and I both know you won't, you'll be too busy pleasing and playing with your new owner, after all, that's what toys do, right?" The coyote loosens his grip on Kazel, as a light blouse and skirt forms around the doll's body, covering her nudity. "Can't have a nude dolly, right?" Redd adjusts the clothing a bit, making sure the fit is right.<br> <br>Kazel tries to struggle free of the hand that is grasping her, flailing her little arms at the finger on top of the fist and kicking her little legs. "Of course I will! And as if I would just go along with some person who proclaims themselves my owner!"<br> <br>Rorne chuckles at Redd's statements. She looks over Kazel's form, including her new clothing! "Well, aren't you beautiful?" Rorne asks somewhat teasingly. "You look like a wonderful, perfect little doll. Why not just relax a bit, enjoy it for a moment? You and I both know, deep down, you want to. You want to relax, you want to be a good little toy." She looks up at Redd, giving him a wink.<br> <br>Redd grins as he sees the avian wink. He hands Kazel to Rorne. "You'll help our little dolly friend find a good owner, won't you?" The coyote gives Rorne a kiss on the beak, hugging her tight. "Now, you two behave, I've got a few errands to run." With that, the coyote vanishes from sight.<br> <br>Kazel squirms around in that new hand that is holding her and picks up her old trick of kicking and punching as hard as she can, which, admittedly is not much. "Let me go, Rorne! I thought we are on the same side!"<br> <br>Rorne gives Redd a hug and kiss right back, nuzzling a moment before waving. "See you around, and I'll take good care of Kazel!" She giggles looking down at the now somewhat flailing doll. "We are on the same side, hun," Rorne mutters, nuzzling the doll gently. "Just relax, okay? It'll make you feel better. The more relaxed, the better you'll feel. Trust me. Beisdes, I won't do anything you don't want hun."<br> <br>Kazel continues punching at the fist that holds her, tilting her too big head upwards at her captor. "But I don't want to be a doll or being held. Yet you are doing that to me."<br> <br>Rorne uses her thumb to lightly rub at Kazel's head, still looking over her warmly. "Really? You don't want to be a doll? Then why did you blush earlier when faced with that idea?" She giggles. "It'll be easier if you just admit it, hun. Trust me, it took me a while to admit some of my personal... enjoyments, but it was better when I did."<br> <br>Kazel gives a single punch with more effort in it, then stops. "Because the very idea someone could think I would want to be a doll and dressed up and played with is embarrassing! So just let me go so I can turn back to being a dragon. And big. I have nothing to admit here!"<br> <br>Rorne shakes her head, giggles, and then looks at Kazel a little more closely. "Mhm, okay," she states softly. "If you want to continue to deny it, it'll only rear its head when you least expect it, and it will make everything more difficult." She nuzzles Kazel softly. "Besides, you want to relax, don't you? Isn't the fur you're being held in nice and soft? Must be relaxing and warm."<br> <br>Kazel squirms away at the nuzzling, surprised at how far her waist can bend. "What does the softness of your fur have to do with anything?" She flaps her arms into the air and lets them sink back down. "I will relax once I am back to normal."<br> <br>Rorne just coninues to nuzzle, continuing to mutter, "You know you want to relax. It'll feel good to relax, you know." Her free hand reaches into her pack, pulling out a small device, though keeps it out of Kazel's sight. "You'll feel better when you relax. And you know I'd never hurt you, I'd never do anything to you that you didn't want on some level. All I want to do is bring things out from deep down. Bring what you try to bury to the surface. Because that helps people relax, feel more comfortable, and enjoy themselves more easily."<br> <br>Kazel continues squirming and kicks her little dolly legs that poke out of the fist around her waist, her knees bending way more than a person should ever bend their knee, but to no ill effect. "I already told you! Just let me go, I go home and change back to normal and all this is forgoten, alright?"<br> <br>Rorne lightly tightens her grip around Kazel as she starts to kick and squirm! "I don't think so, hun," she mutters. "You see, I am extremely certain that you wanted this on some level, and I just want to bring that side of you out." She kisses the doll softly. "Go on, think about it. How it'll feel having an owner, someone to look after you, play with you, to take you home with them."<br> <br>Kazel plants both hands on the finger at the top of the fist and pushes with all of her strength to try and slip out. "I don't want some weird random person to treat me as their property and expect me to like them for no reason!"<br> <br>Rorne sighs softly, shaking her head. "Oh, Kazel, I just want you to accept that part of yourself," she mutters, thumb returning to rubbing along her head. "Besides, all you've been doing is fighting me, what I've said. There are so may things that you could have done before now that would have worked in getting me to let you go, but you insist on being so defensive. Why is that?"<br> <br>Kazel tilts her head and stops struggling for a moment. She looks at her captor with big eyes. "Oh? What can I do to make you let go of me? I just want this to be over."<br> <br>"Quite a bit," Rorne softly admits, lifting the small device to just beside her hand. "But you kept fighting, kept being defensive. All that did is make me completely sure that you want to be someone's happy little toy, but you're afraid of it, you don't want to enjoy it, yet you do. Does that sound about right?"<br> <br>Kazel shakes her head for a moment, then suddenly stops. She takes a few seconds of considering her plan, then nods. "Yes, yes that sounds absolutely right. My eyes have been opened and I accept this." It sounds rather fake, the fact that her voice is much higher than before she was shrunk not helping. "So, with that out of the way, I am sure I can go now?"<br> <br>Rorne listens, and then shakes her head. "Not quite," she mutters. "You see, you are just saying it, and I can tell you don't mean it." She wiggles the little device a bit. "As much as you fight it, it only gets stronger, hun. I assure you, I know how it feels to keep something like that bottled up. It, uh... did things that I wish never happened, but they did." She looks into Kazel's eyes. "I don't want the same to happen to you. Now, just relax."<br> <br>Kazel still does not go back to struggling but eyes the device carefully. She was fairly sure she had seen one before, but is not sure what is was. She tries to buy time. "Uhm. What kind of things?"<br> <br>"In all honesty, I, uh... well, it caused a series of events that actually made me go feral," Rorne admits, eyes slowly turning away from the doll. "I kept fighting those desires until they, repeatedly, reached a head, and, in the end, I went feral. Took me a rather long time to come out of that, and it was with the help of a very close friend whom I haven't seen in a long time." She looks back. "Said friend helped me out by telling me that I was fighting my desires, trying to suppress them, but that only mage the urges stronger. It... it was a part of my life I would be more than happy to forget."<br> <br>Kazel nods and nods along with the story, slightly rotating at the waist to try and loosen the grip a little while the pawed bird is distracted. "Thats a sad story, but, you see, since I don't have these desires, I am perfectly safe. In fact! You are probably putting me at risk by keeping me like this."<br> <br>Even as Kazel tries to take advantage of her distraction, she only tightens her grip. Like Rorne would let the doll escape right now. At least not until she was certain Kazel would be safe. "First, if you don't have these desires, you'll be safe either way, hun," she explains. A bit more wiggling of the device now. "Being in a form that has no ties to how you feel or what you want poses no real threat unless you succumb to the instincts, but you're strong enough to resist them, aren't you? Strong enough to blush when faced with the possibility of becoming a good little toy for a kind, gentle master?" |
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The entrance to the toy factory is much quieter today, no pair of mechanical vulpine bouncers, no bustle of things moving in and out. Someone's set up a hammock between a light pole and a hook attached to the building. It looks occupied, but it's hard to tell who's in it.
Kazel is back to her normal form and looking for answers, or just for someone to give a piece of her mind to. The huge dragon has made no effort to shrink to a polite party size today and lands before the factory with quite the impact, the asphalt of the aging road cracking under her paws ever so slightly. Seeing that there is nobody around, see approaches the hammock to see if someone is in there who might belong to the foxes and ponies that occupy the factory floors.
Of course, Rorne was just as curious for answers and explanations, too! Though with less of an entrance, the rather plant-like avian strides up, wing-arms folded as she steps towards the factory. She first notices the large dragon, and then the hammock that has her attention! Either way, she approaches slowly, head tilted curiously, though without word.
As Kazel leans over the hammock, a figure is visible. Well, maybe more like 'figurine'. A life-size doll, resembling a catboy is in the hammock, unmoving and glassy-eyed. From the looks of it, it's not even alive.
Kazel does not seem to notice Rorne, slow steps and a closed mouth would make it hard enough even without a distraction like this doll. She lowers her serpentine neck and navigates her head so that it is only a few inches from the doll, before gently, yet determined tapping it with a claw on her right front leg.
Rorne can only watch Kazel investigate the doll. Rorne steps around the hammock and dragon, getting a different angle on it all. Looking into the hammock, she also sees that catboy doll, and she blinks a couple times. Thinking about it, she does remember all the toys in this factory, and how many of them were alive. She's not as quick to touch it as Kazel, even if she steps closer to get a better look.
The doll is warm to the touch, like 'sitting out in the sun all day' warm, but definitely doesn't seem alive. Tapping on the toy creates a hollow plastic sound, as if the toy were just a shell. No response.
Kazel blinks at the sound and twitches her snout. As she looks up, she spots Rorne and stumbles a step back. "Geeze! You are a sneaky one!" She squints for a moment, her nostrils twitching and flaring. "Were you at that party here a while ago? I was about to head in and try to get some answers out of those foxes."
While watching, she catches Kazel just about jumping, and Rorne giggles. "Yeah, I was at the party. Was a bit, shall we say... warmer then? Was the Phoenix." She shrugs, giving a little wave with one of her wings. "Good to see you again, though, uh... Kazel, was it? Either way, I've been just as curious about it all myself."
Kazel nods. "Yeah, thats me. I am afraid I am not good with names myself." She turns and heads towards the door. "Shall we go in together then? This just seems to be a regular old doll, weird that it is out here though." She places a paw on the door and pushes.
Rorne chuckles. "It's Rorne, and I understand completely." She follows behind the dragoness, nodding. "Of course, it'll be better to go in with someone else than it would be to go in alone, especially given what happened last time." She chuckles a little, shaking her head. "As for the doll... it's the toy factory. They do this sort of thing here," she adds, still right behind Kazel.
The door creaks open, revealing the foyer and much of the prep work from the party, sans the food and drink. There's that fox from the party, bending over and digging through some trash... Damn, that stuff accumulates fast, wasn't this place clean just last week?
Kazel approaches the fox from behind, moving slow, though with her size sneaking is mostly out of the picture. Regardless of that she places a forepaw onto his shoulder, holding him in place firmly. "Hi there."
At the very least, Rorne can sneak somewhat! Though she isn't sure just how much she smells, given her plant nature at the moment. Either way, she stays close to Kazel, looking around, noticing the fox digging through trash. "Wonder why she's digging through that," she mutters quietly, stepping at least mostly into view when Kazel reaches said fox.
As Kazel's claw touched the bristly metal fur, the fox speaks. "Leave me alone, you already ruined party by leaving." Russian accent. Why'd all these foxes have to look alike?
Kazel leaves her paw firmly on the shoulder of the fox. "Well, maybe you people should not have tricked people into being turned into toys. You got anything to say for yourself?"
With a shrug, Rorne agrees with Kazel. "Though I did find being a plushie somewhat entertaining, I did not like having it forced upon me," she mutters. "Either way, it'd be better to find more willing subjects to be toys, even if only temporarily. You'll have more success."
"Toys?" The fox turns around, his glum expression showing a hint of confusion. "They said party over, guests ran off. My shift not even over yet."
Kazel frowns, letting go of the fox. "Yeah, one of your friends, the one who was doing the most talking that day, turned everyone into plushies and kidnapped us. We only narrowly escaped." She squints. Could it be true that he does not know?
Rorne nods, listening to Kazel speak. "If you could direct us to where we could look, that'd be most appreciated. Also, uh," Rorne looks at the trash he was rummaging through, and she tilts her head. "What were you doing there? Anything we can help with, perhaps?"
The fox shook his head. "Don't know other fox. He showed up hours before, said was planning party. Brought crazy coyote girl with him, not seen either since." His paws come out of the debris, tugging on some free wire. "Trying to untangle wire, no luck."
Kazel twitches her snout as she thinks about this. "Hrm. You got any idea where we could look, Rorne?" She pauses, her eyes fall back on the fox. "So, if you had never seen those two before, why did you all help them?"
Rorne shrugs to Kazel, "No, I have no real idea where to look for them. Though I think I remember a name... Riva?" She shakes her head, approaching the fox and wire carefully. Her wings begin to twitch a bit as she focuses, causing them to begin to shrink, reshaping more into actual arms instead. At this point, they just twitch at her side as they continue their reshaping.
"Why would hungry fox turn down food? Food for guard duty. Then party. More food at parties." The wire is left alone, and the clockwork being wanders over to the table once filled with food and drink. "At least food was there, anyway."
Kazel frowns and sighs, giving a curious glimps at the changing arms of her companion. "Maybe we should check out the rest of the factory for clues? They can't very well be gone without a trace, can they?"
Continuing her focus, Rorne's arms take a bit more definition, becoming long, elegant, and vulpine. The tips have small, blunted claws, no real use for anything more than just really being there. However, she also has a lot more dexterity and motor control like this than she did with wings! "Okay, then," she mutters, taking a moment to relax after exerting herself like that, "let's take a look." She bends down into the rubble, finding the wire, and starts looking for whatever it is she needs to do to untangle it.
The wires are beyond simply 'tangled', hell, it seems to have knots that have fused together into solid metal. No wonder people had to fight their way through it all. The fox sits on the table, looking back at the dragon. "If you want find other fox, why not try crazy girl? She says 'Mr Magic is throwing a party.' 'He needs more friends.' I say bah, playthings don't need friends."
Kazel had already taking a few steps through the thankfully large production hall as the fox speaks up, her neck bends back to the side to look at the fox. "Do you know where she is? Is she here?"
As much as Rorne tries, she really wouldn't be able to extricate the wire without some serious help. Dexterity or no, it's not possible for her. With a sigh, she stands back up straight, stretching out just a bit. "The crazy girl? You mean Riva?" She thinks, and then something clicks a little. "If she's a coyote, chances are... hm..." She paces a moment, before looking to Kazel. "I think I know someone we could talk to, or at least somewhere to start looking."
The fox stays quiet and wanders off into the remainder of the factory, leaving Kazel and Rorne alone in the foyer.
Kazel tilts her head at her feathered companion. "Oh? Take the lead then." She smiles softly. "Or, if its further away and you are alright with heights, you can saddle up, if you can't fly yourself."
Rorne looks back at Kazel, shrugging. "That's the issue, though," he she mutters. "It's the Warehouse, and I'd be looking for Redd, or some other coyote around there. I... I think I may have met her at some point, but can't recall, honestly." She also giggles, approaching the dragon. "Also, me, afraid of heights? I'll just pretend you didn't ask the bird that."
Fortunately, the Warehouse is just around the corner. And of course, Redd's there, lounging on the beat-up couch. He grins as he spots Rorne and Kazel entering the building. "Heyas Rorne, who's your friend?"
Kazel enters behind the bird and remains silent, being a little shy despite her imposing stature, and it was Rorne who was asked who she was and not herself. Instead she takes a good look around the warehouse from her position, at least, getting a feeling for this new location.
"Hey Redd," Rorne replies, giving a little wave with one of her paw-hands. "This here's Kazel," she states, looking back to Kazel, and then adds, "Kazel, this is Redd. Don't worry, he won't hurt you. Just maybe have some fun." She giggles a bit more, shaking her head. "Anyway, Redd, usually I like to come by for some fun or affection, but now, we're looking for Riva. Know where we could find her?"
"She vanishes pretty regularly, couldn't find her if I wanted. Heard about the party thing though, I trust ya'll had fun?" Redd grins widely, showing off his teeth. "Wish I'd been there. Don't go to parties near often enough."
Kazel frowns deeply. "We wanted to talk to her about that and how it is not nice to kidnap people for that kinda thing, or at all." She pauses for a moment. "Do you maybe know where we could get a hold of her friend, the fox who was at the party as well?"
"What she said," Rorne states, giving a chuckle. "Either way, the fox friend turned party guests into plushies and kidnapped them all to make them friends for... what was his name? Well, point still made." She shakes her head, looking back to Redd. "We're just trying to get as much information as possible, really."
The coyote cackles wildly. "Well, you found him. As I asked earlier, did you enjoy the party?" He sits up, clearly amused with himself. "You did manage to escape before I had the chance to turn you back properly, but seems you're fine either way." Redd stands up and moves to hug Rorne. "You're always so much fun to tease."
Kazel blinks. "Whhaaa." The dragon frowns at this revelation. "That was you?" She squints at Rorne. "And he is your friend?." She flaps her wings once despite the restriction the interior of the warehouse imposes on her and snorts, not happy with this situation at all.
As Redd explains, Rorne just sighs, shaking her head. "Why didn't I see this coming?" she asks herself aloud, only to hug Redd back. "And you know how much I enjoy it, too," she mutters, a bit of a blush on her cheeks. She looks back to Kazel, nodding. "He is my friend. I know for a fact he wouldn't do anything to hurt someone purposefully. He's a trickster and a prankster, but he's genuinely a good guy."
"You didn't see it coming because you enjoy it too much." Redd snickers before turning to the dragon. "You enjoyed it too, I hear, running about the lobby as a little plush." The coyote scritches under the dragon's chin. "You liked being a cute little plaything, obviously. Why else would you come back for more?"
Kazel pulls back from the touch of the coyote. "That I enjoyed it does not mean its right to force it onto people! Besides, I only enjoyed it once we had escaped, I was even one of the most willing to escape to begin with." She huffs. "And we came here for answers, not for more, right Rorne?"
Rorne squeezes Redd with a shake of her head. "Of course we came for answers," Rorne replies, slowly releasing the coyote from the hug. "I mean, we already got most of them: We found the one who did it, we know about Riva, and we somewhat know why." She looks back to Kazel. "Are there any other questions? I mean, I remember the catboy toy in front of the factory, but not sure if that's worth asking about."
"Just a toy, somebody left it on the floor of the warehouse, I put it in a hammock because I thought it'd be cute." Redd snickers. "You know, Kazel, if you wanted to be a toy again, all you need to do is ask." He strokes along the dragon's neck and back. "You'd be so cute as a little doll, waiting for your owner to get home and play with you."
Kazel pulls back again, bumping her rear into the wall of the building as she does. "I didn't say I do! I-I am a fierce and powerful dragon. Yes." The white scaled of her face turn a soft pink as she blushed. "And I don't have an owner to come home to me to begin with so there is that." She nods at her argument as if it were a good one.
Rorne can't help but chuckle, watching Kazel's reactions to Redd's teasing. She even wraps a wing around whatever part of Kazel she can, giving a gentle encouraging, "Don't worry, hun. I said he wouldn't hurt you, and I know he won't. I also said, back in the bag, that everything would be okay, and it all turned out quite well." She smiles faintly, her beak being soft enough to work it, but not quite. "Besides, if something happens you don't like, we can always help you feel better. That's my promise to you."
Kazel raises the ridge of her eyebrow. "Are you sure? Someone could have gotten hurt at the party! And why did he leave us in that room to begin with if he intended to turn us back?" She frowns.
"I left to make sure I hadn't missed anything of yours at the factory. I brought your gear to you, didn't I?" The coyote nods at Rorne. "As she said, I don't do anything that'd actually hurt anyone. And I've got enough medical skill to fix most injuries that could happen. Between the bird and I, there's little short of death we couldn't fix." More stroking of the dragon's scales. "What's the worst that could happen?"
Kazel tries to pull back further but is blocked by the wall, instead lowers her head slightly and squints. "But you left again, what was that about? And why did you not tell us?" She tries to evade to the side but finds herself cornered. "And..I don't know...I could get stuck like that or abducted or what not!"
Rorne slowly approaches the dragon, running her blunted claws along her scales gently. "It's okay, Kazel," Rorne mutters softly. "You won't get stuck like that unless you want to." She presses in just a bit more, wrapping one arm around the dragon as best she can, the other still rubbing and scratching gently at her scales. "Okay, hun? I promise everything will be okay." She looks to Redd, though, also waiting for a response.
"First time I left to get your gear, second time was to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Now, just relax, it won't hurt a bit." As the coyote strokes, Kazel's world seems to grow around her, the dragon's form shrinking.
Kazel was about to protest as the familiar feeling of her body diminishing in size hits her once more, mass leaving her body at a rapid pace as people, building and objects around her grow to monsterous sizes compared to herself. She stumbles around on her four legs for a moment, trying to reorientate herself.
As Kazel shrinks, Rorne stays right by her side, gently petting, scratching, and all around doing her best to keep the dragoness calm. "Just relax, hun, everything will be okay," she mutters to Kazel. "I know it'll be hard, but take slow, deep breaths. It'll help you stay calm while it all happens. Again, everything will be okay, I promise."
"So, I should ask, what sort of toy do you think would be cutest? Rorne, shall I do plushie, hard plastic, inflatable or clockwork? All of them would be adorable, no?" The coyote picks Kazel up, looking over the tiny dragon in his hands.
Kazel is still very disorientated by the change in size, being picked up does not help at all. The tiny dragon squirms in the hand of her captor and bites into a finger, her tiny teeth not even breaking the skin.
Rorne just watches Kazel now, offering a gentle pet to the dragon when she bites one of Redd's fingers. Looking to Redd, though, she tilts her head, thinking. "Hm... she'd be cute as any of those! Could make her an inflatable toy with cartoonish proportions for her size. Or even a clockwork toy because of the foxes at the factory! But..." She pauses a moment, and then giggles. "Could even go as far as possible, make her into a cute little doll!"
"Doll it is, and as for that 'I don't have an owner who'd come home to me', I'm sure we can find somebody." The coyote chuckles as he strokes the dragon's head, Kazel's muzzle shrinking, her scales smoothing out into a pale hard plastic. "Let's do something about those claws, and that tail, shall we?" A particularly odd sensation fills the dragon's tailbone, as it solidifies into hard plastic, and a joint forms. Redd tugs on it gently, and Kazel's tail pops off, painlessly. The hole left by the joint seals over with more plastic almost instantly, but the coyote doesn't stop there. He roll his fingers around Kazel's hands, smoothing them out as they change into neatly sculpted human fingers, the same process repeated with her feet and toes. "There, a proper doll. Not too shabby, if I say so myself."
Kazel's eyes go wide, and not just from surprise as her head is changed and the long forgotten sensation of hair touching her shoulders fills her. She looks down at herself, in an upright position for the first time in ages, a weird sight, even without the hand wrapped around her it would be. She struggles to get an arm free and moves it to he face, touching it testingly and instantly pulling back at the feeling of how cold and hard her skin has gotten.
Rorne now watches Kazel change, only giggling a bit here and there. However, she looks up at Redd with a slightly pouty expression. "Couldn't be a dragon doll, huh? Well, guess this'll do," she teases with a little chuckle. Looking back to Kazel, Rorne looks over the doll, muttering, "Most definitely a proper doll! Though, how are you feeling, Kazel? Everything okay?"
Kazel turns her head to face Rorne, it was a weird feeling. "Its weird. Even weirder than being a plushie was at first." She huffs. If she was trying to make facial expressions, it did not have much success. She is not even blinking or breathing. "I will just turn back as soon as I get out of here."
"You and I both know you won't, you'll be too busy pleasing and playing with your new owner, after all, that's what toys do, right?" The coyote loosens his grip on Kazel, as a light blouse and skirt forms around the doll's body, covering her nudity. "Can't have a nude dolly, right?" Redd adjusts the clothing a bit, making sure the fit is right.
Kazel tries to struggle free of the hand that is grasping her, flailing her little arms at the finger on top of the fist and kicking her little legs. "Of course I will! And as if I would just go along with some person who proclaims themselves my owner!"
Rorne chuckles at Redd's statements. She looks over Kazel's form, including her new clothing! "Well, aren't you beautiful?" Rorne asks somewhat teasingly. "You look like a wonderful, perfect little doll. Why not just relax a bit, enjoy it for a moment? You and I both know, deep down, you want to. You want to relax, you want to be a good little toy." She looks up at Redd, giving him a wink.
Redd grins as he sees the avian wink. He hands Kazel to Rorne. "You'll help our little dolly friend find a good owner, won't you?" The coyote gives Rorne a kiss on the beak, hugging her tight. "Now, you two behave, I've got a few errands to run." With that, the coyote vanishes from sight.
Kazel squirms around in that new hand that is holding her and picks up her old trick of kicking and punching as hard as she can, which, admittedly is not much. "Let me go, Rorne! I thought we are on the same side!"
Rorne gives Redd a hug and kiss right back, nuzzling a moment before waving. "See you around, and I'll take good care of Kazel!" She giggles looking down at the now somewhat flailing doll. "We are on the same side, hun," Rorne mutters, nuzzling the doll gently. "Just relax, okay? It'll make you feel better. The more relaxed, the better you'll feel. Trust me. Beisdes, I won't do anything you don't want hun."
Kazel continues punching at the fist that holds her, tilting her too big head upwards at her captor. "But I don't want to be a doll or being held. Yet you are doing that to me."
Rorne uses her thumb to lightly rub at Kazel's head, still looking over her warmly. "Really? You don't want to be a doll? Then why did you blush earlier when faced with that idea?" She giggles. "It'll be easier if you just admit it, hun. Trust me, it took me a while to admit some of my personal... enjoyments, but it was better when I did."
Kazel gives a single punch with more effort in it, then stops. "Because the very idea someone could think I would want to be a doll and dressed up and played with is embarrassing! So just let me go so I can turn back to being a dragon. And big. I have nothing to admit here!"
Rorne shakes her head, giggles, and then looks at Kazel a little more closely. "Mhm, okay," she states softly. "If you want to continue to deny it, it'll only rear its head when you least expect it, and it will make everything more difficult." She nuzzles Kazel softly. "Besides, you want to relax, don't you? Isn't the fur you're being held in nice and soft? Must be relaxing and warm."
Kazel squirms away at the nuzzling, surprised at how far her waist can bend. "What does the softness of your fur have to do with anything?" She flaps her arms into the air and lets them sink back down. "I will relax once I am back to normal."
Rorne just coninues to nuzzle, continuing to mutter, "You know you want to relax. It'll feel good to relax, you know." Her free hand reaches into her pack, pulling out a small device, though keeps it out of Kazel's sight. "You'll feel better when you relax. And you know I'd never hurt you, I'd never do anything to you that you didn't want on some level. All I want to do is bring things out from deep down. Bring what you try to bury to the surface. Because that helps people relax, feel more comfortable, and enjoy themselves more easily."
Kazel continues squirming and kicks her little dolly legs that poke out of the fist around her waist, her knees bending way more than a person should ever bend their knee, but to no ill effect. "I already told you! Just let me go, I go home and change back to normal and all this is forgoten, alright?"
Rorne lightly tightens her grip around Kazel as she starts to kick and squirm! "I don't think so, hun," she mutters. "You see, I am extremely certain that you wanted this on some level, and I just want to bring that side of you out." She kisses the doll softly. "Go on, think about it. How it'll feel having an owner, someone to look after you, play with you, to take you home with them."
Kazel plants both hands on the finger at the top of the fist and pushes with all of her strength to try and slip out. "I don't want some weird random person to treat me as their property and expect me to like them for no reason!"
Rorne sighs softly, shaking her head. "Oh, Kazel, I just want you to accept that part of yourself," she mutters, thumb returning to rubbing along her head. "Besides, all you've been doing is fighting me, what I've said. There are so may things that you could have done before now that would have worked in getting me to let you go, but you insist on being so defensive. Why is that?"
Kazel tilts her head and stops struggling for a moment. She looks at her captor with big eyes. "Oh? What can I do to make you let go of me? I just want this to be over."
"Quite a bit," Rorne softly admits, lifting the small device to just beside her hand. "But you kept fighting, kept being defensive. All that did is make me completely sure that you want to be someone's happy little toy, but you're afraid of it, you don't want to enjoy it, yet you do. Does that sound about right?"
Kazel shakes her head for a moment, then suddenly stops. She takes a few seconds of considering her plan, then nods. "Yes, yes that sounds absolutely right. My eyes have been opened and I accept this." It sounds rather fake, the fact that her voice is much higher than before she was shrunk not helping. "So, with that out of the way, I am sure I can go now?"
Rorne listens, and then shakes her head. "Not quite," she mutters. "You see, you are just saying it, and I can tell you don't mean it." She wiggles the little device a bit. "As much as you fight it, it only gets stronger, hun. I assure you, I know how it feels to keep something like that bottled up. It, uh... did things that I wish never happened, but they did." She looks into Kazel's eyes. "I don't want the same to happen to you. Now, just relax."
Kazel still does not go back to struggling but eyes the device carefully. She was fairly sure she had seen one before, but is not sure what is was. She tries to buy time. "Uhm. What kind of things?"
"In all honesty, I, uh... well, it caused a series of events that actually made me go feral," Rorne admits, eyes slowly turning away from the doll. "I kept fighting those desires until they, repeatedly, reached a head, and, in the end, I went feral. Took me a rather long time to come out of that, and it was with the help of a very close friend whom I haven't seen in a long time." She looks back. "Said friend helped me out by telling me that I was fighting my desires, trying to suppress them, but that only mage the urges stronger. It... it was a part of my life I would be more than happy to forget."
Kazel nods and nods along with the story, slightly rotating at the waist to try and loosen the grip a little while the pawed bird is distracted. "Thats a sad story, but, you see, since I don't have these desires, I am perfectly safe. In fact! You are probably putting me at risk by keeping me like this."
Even as Kazel tries to take advantage of her distraction, she only tightens her grip. Like Rorne would let the doll escape right now. At least not until she was certain Kazel would be safe. "First, if you don't have these desires, you'll be safe either way, hun," she explains. A bit more wiggling of the device now. "Being in a form that has no ties to how you feel or what you want poses no real threat unless you succumb to the instincts, but you're strong enough to resist them, aren't you? Strong enough to blush when faced with the possibility of becoming a good little toy for a kind, gentle master?"
