The morning had been quiet for Minette. The sun was rising to what was promising to be a sunny yet cool day. A perfect day for hanging aprons and other washable items to dry. For the better part of the last hour that is where Minette found herself, clipping various textiles to the clotheslines attached to the side of the building. Dozens of them hung there now, swinging lazily in the wind. Only a few of them showed any signs of dirt, where Minette had fumbled the clip and dropped the articles to the ground.

That is when she spotted her friend, Nadia, sprinting down the road at full force towards the shop. Ms. Forture, her nickname, was always getting into trouble and fights. She was always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not that she didn’t always come out on top. No matter what, her lucky streak kept her safe, while nothing else could. Minette went to the door and began to sweep the already swept front landing, in case her friend needed her help.

“Hi Nadia” she called out as the cat like girl sprinted past the shop. Ms. Fortune slid to a shop, initially shocked that someone called her mind before a more serious expression filled her face.

“Minette! Thank god your here, or rather that I passed by the restaurant. It’s not like you get out very often or anything. Well beside that you have to help me.” the sentences sprang out of her friend, the order of which was really unique to Nadia.

“Sure thing, Nadia. What happened this time?” Minette questioned her friend. Ms. Fortune was always getting into trouble, which let to some interesting stories for whenever she stopped by the shop.

“Well it started with a fight with some high up mafia member over some crystal or something. It was pretty and probably worth a lot. Well of course I beat the crap out of her, there was no way I was going to lose to some stuck up prick that runs a criminal gang. Them and their red hair, couldn’t even fight me one on one. They sicked their goons on me after the fight. I took out a few dozen of them, but they might have been.. getting the better of me so I had to up and run. Long story short there still chasing me and their probably going to round the bend in the street any time now so we don’t have any more for a story so place if you have the space please hide me!” Nadia spit out all the details in a short space of time, giving a little bit of information overload to her fishy friend. It took Minette a couple of seconds of silence to catch up before she answered.

“I think we have some space in the stockroom. Let’s go check it out” the two ladies entered the restaurant. It was a classic setup, with an oceanic theme that was more artistic and less fisherman style. There were small wooden tables scattered around, usually surrounded by four wooden chairs of the same simplistic style. The sound of banging and clanging could be heard from the kitchen, the chef hard at work prepping for the day at hand. But the two women went strait through the dining area and into a hallway at the end of the room. Down the hall and two the right, the two ended up in a large, but filled up room. The was only one problem, there was barely any space. Minette looked around, realizing that she had just led her friend into a dead end.

“Um Nadia. I think I screwed up again. I thought we would have space, but I just remembered we received a shipment in yesterday. What are we going to do?” Minette felt bad, she had offered to help her friend only to waste what little time she had. Ms. Fortune, unlike her fishy friend, was less turned off by the situation. She stood there glancing around the room, biting the nail of her right thumb as she struggled with the situation. The quiet grew in the room, uncomfortably for Minette, before Nadia cut the silence with a sharp ‘AHA!’

“Oh geeze!” Minette jumped in shock as the cat like lady shouted out. Nadia paced over to a nearby shelf, placing the palms of her hands on either side of the bottom of her chin.

“Watch this.” Ms Fortune called out to Minette.

“Watch what.. Oh MY...” Minette tried to answer as suddenly Ms. Fortune pushed strait up, the sinewy snapping of cartilage was barely audible over a loud ‘POP’ as suddenly the cat girls head flew into the air. Droplets of blood dripped onto the floor as the head sailed into the air. Landing safely in its owners arms. Even though Minette had seen it before, watching her friends head pop off was never something she expected. The shock of what had just transpired left the fish girl shaken, much to the amusement of Ms. Fortune.

“Haha” laughter racked through the girls body. She was enjoying Minette’s reaction, even now when she was in trouble.

“Yea, yeah. I get it, I’m a little scared cat, or well fish. So what does this dismemberment of yourself have to do with your plan?” Minette asked her friend.

“Well,” Ms. Fortune spun her head on her finger for a moment before stopping, “Woah, not a good idea. Well there is two parts to my plan. The first,” Nadia’s body lifted it’s head strait to the top shelf of the storage room, which was filled with pickled things, and placed it amount the jars. “is to put my head up here so I can still see what is going on. The second is,” Ms. Fortunes body walked over to a cartoonishly large sack of potatoes, lifting them over it’s head in the process. “Is to do this” WHAM the sack of potatoes crashed into the floor, leaving no trace of the cat girl behind. Nadia’s head squinted in pain as the sac crashed on top of her body. “Now there is no trace of a ‘Ms. Fortune’ to be found in the room. Mind you I think those potatoes are really out of place in the middle of the room. Minette?”

“Yes Nadia?” the girl responded.

“Would you mind moving the potatoes back into the corner. Where they are now is sorta asking to find my crumpled up form underneath.” Ms. Fortune asked her friend. The sac was ever so obviously out of place in the neatly organized store room. “Sure Nadia, just let me get a good grip on this bag and HNNN” Minette pulled with all her might and the bag, slowly but surely, began to slide of the flattened remains of the nefarious cat girl. It took Minette a good amount of time to drag the heavy bag over, heaving and wheezing as usually the chef took care of moving the ingredients but finally she was able to tuck the bag neatly into the corner, out of way of prying eyes.

Now everything was back in place in the room, except for the comically flattened cat girl dead center on the floor. The sac of potatoes had done their work to the girls body, flattening it down into an inch thick disk that prominently displayed her chest and legs any onlookers. Minette pulled at the disk, causing a great Slurping sound to echo throughout the room as the rubber mass was pulled clean from the floor. The slab of cat flopped around as Minette carried Nadia’s body over to her head, wobbling it around as if it was a massive cut of steak. “So Nadia” Minette asked her friend’s head on a shelf, “What should I do with this now?” she held up the floppy form, unsure what her friend intended with her strange display.

“Well you can’t just leave it at the front door as a welcome mat or something? Too obvious right. Well maybe behind those jars over there. You know the ones with the sauces and stuff.” Nadia directed the gilled girl over to a shelf that was across the room. “These ones?” Minette asked, indicating to the bottles in question. “Yeah, that’s right Minette, right there… wait don’t”

CRASH

Under the instruction of Ms. Fortune, Minette started to try and shoved the flattened girl’s body between a large condiment bottle and one of mayo, but in the process accidentally tipped one over. It flipped end over end, spraying the poor girl with a ridiculous amount of ketchup. The room grew eerily quiet after the incident. “Um Minette? You okay over there?” Nadia asked the other girl, unable to see the embarrassment that had tinted the fish girls face a surprising shade of red. “Um, no, nothing is wrong. Everything is okay” Minette stuttered out as she turned around. Nadia got a full look of the damage, and it wasn’t pretty.

“Whoa there girl, I just wanted you to hide a body, not murder one first”

“It’s not my fault the bottle was so close to the edge. Now what am I going to do. I can’t go serve customers like this” Minette might be a goof, but she still had a job to do. She started to look around the room. “”There must be one around here somewhere” she muttered to herself.

“Must be what around here?” Ms. Fortune asked her friend. At this point Minette had done a full lap around the room, searching for an apron that had no right to be in this storage closet. But eventually she returned back to where she started. Right next to the flattened body of Ms. Fortune. “So what’s the plan Minette, we can’t just leave me lying around there unless you want the mob to find my body”

“No, you are right Nadia. But I do blame you for this mess.”

“You can’t blame me for all of this. I can’t help it if you’re a bit clumsy when you are carrying things around.” Minette was looking at Ms. Fortunes body while this was going on, an idea forming in your head. “Anyway, it’s not like you can suddenly make another one, so I guess you stuck as the ‘Abominable ketchup man’! Fish? Girl? Not really catchy now that the cats out of the bag.” Nadia rattled on not really paying attention as Minette slowly peeled her body off the ground with an organic Velcro sound.

“Yeah… It’s not like I can make one anyway...” Minette echoed Nadia’s last comment, a thought forming in her head. “Wait, I can make a new one. I am going to need your help Nadia.”

“Not sure I follow Minette. I mean, you never were the best with the needle and thread stuff that normal girls do. And unless you plan to wear old produce as a new apron not much else to HERN” Ms. Fortune was interrupted as a blast of pain shot through her, as if every muscle in her body was being pulled beyond their limits. Her eye’s shot down to Minette to see what had happened, only to be surprised at what she saw. Minette stood there with her arms fully out to her sides, with the cat girls body stretched strangely in between. “Um Minette.” Ms Fortune asked, taking pause to try and find the right words to get her out of this. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know Nadia, but this is the only way. I can’t be seen without an apron in the store.” She gave another sharp tug in the other direction, eliciting another yelp from the severed head. “And besides, we still haven’t found a good place for your body to hide. This way.” Another yank, to which Ms. Fortune did not reward with any vocal outcry. “I can get back to work and you will be hidden in plain sight. Perfect right?” At this point, the body of Ms Fortune was a stretched out rectangular sheet of catgirl, with tubular arms and legs hanging off to the sides. “There, all ready to go.”

Minette took two of Ms. Fortunes arms and tied them together at the hands, twisting as she went as to make the hands resemble ribbons more than human limbs. She then passed her head through the opening, forcing Nadia to hang from the fish girls neck. Lastly, with one of the cat girls leg’s in each had she wrapped them around her body and gave her feet a similar treatment to her hands. “There. What do you think Nadia?”

Ms. Fortune had to admit, it wasn’t that bad. Although not really a classic design, one would hard pressed to think that Minette’s new apron was originally the bane of the underworld. The material was a myriad of colors, from bright turquoises to dark browns and some whites. But try as one would there was no way to pick out any defining features that would give the criminal away. Not that it was all bad, however, as Ms Fortune realized Minette was no longer the kid she knew her for. The rises and falls of her body. Maybe after this she should start to treat her more like one.

“Well, I can’t say it’s my best look, but it ain’t bad Minette. Now get back out there and hopefully nobody will be the wiser.”

“Will do Nadia. Try to not be too bored in here.” Minette responded as she went for the door.

“Why’s that?” Ms. Fortune responded, before the lights clicked off and the door swung closed. Plunging the room in to absolute darkness. “Oh that’s why.” There was not a single thing that the girl could see, but she definitely felt something. “This is so weird.” Ms. Fortune thought to herself, as she felt her body floating around, rubbed this way and that, crinkling and creasing as Minette started to get into the daily routine. A constant stream of stimulation for the cat girl that was basically locked in the closet.

Nadia soon realized Minette never stopped. She went from one thing to the next, only giving little pause between actions before heading off, dragging her unwilling apron with her. ‘How much does this girl work?’ Ms. Fortune thought to herself before she was suddenly covered in a cold damp liquid. Nadia must have spilled something on her. Well not that there was the girl could do so she just sat thee, her body cold and damp. The hours passed until eventually the hectic rush of the day seemed to calm down, the lights of the storeroom clicked back on as Minette walked back in.

“Hi Nadia, did you have a nice day?” Minette asked her friend as she removed Ms. Fortuned flattened body from around her folding it up squarely into a nice pile before putting it to rest on a nearby shelf.

“Well unless you consider being locked up in a dark room all day ‘nice’, I’m not sure it was. By the way did anyone, you know, show up asking for me?” Nadia asked.

“Not that I could tell, but with the constant stream of customers today I might just have not noticed. Big, burley guys in suits, right?”

“Yeah, those brutes would not stop chasing me today.”

“I don’t think I saw anybody like that, sorry Nadia.”

“Wait, you mean I spent all day flattened against you for nothing!”

“It wasn’t so bad Nadia,” commented Minette, “It was nice to have the company, working the restaurant can be boring by myself.”

But before Ms. Fortune could give out a reply the sound of a slamming door echoed out from the lobby of the restaurant, and a barking male voice rang out. “Hey! Were looking for a cat girl, you better not be hiding her in here.” The voice was commanding, deep and husky, one which Minette answered to unconscionably.

“I’ll be there in a minute!”

“Minette!” Ms. Fortune could only answer in shock. Minette stood there for a moment, giving no reaction before her eyes began to dart back and fourth while her body began to shake all over.

“Um um um. Nadia, what do I do?”

“I don’t know, but do something fast. my body is just lying there in a pile.”

Heavy footsteps could be heard echoing through the lobby as the stranger started to make his way towards the back, time was running out. Nadia grabbed the flattened form of her friend and pulled down her pants.

“Wait Minette! What are you doing!” shouted as loud as she feared, unsure what in the world her friend was planning.

“I sorry!” was all Minette could get out as she took two fingers and placed them against the flattened body of Nadia, before shoving a bit of Nadia deep into her lady bits.

“Minette!” Ms. Fortune called out, shocked as her body slowly began to be coverd in warm damp softness that was her friends sex. ‘Purely platonic friends’ Nadia would like to add to that statement as bit by bit she was smashed into Minette’s pussy. Soon Nadia was engulfed by her friends wet, quivering hole, which struggled to contain its new load. The door to the storage room banged open.

“Eh. What is going on here?” A massive man in a suit shouted in. “There better not be any funny business going on here.”

“No” Minette squeaked. “Nothing at all.”

“Well Miss, I think your lying. You have something that your hiding.”

“Nothing!” Minette’s voice rose an octave. She was not so good at hiding things from others. The burly man didn’t believe in her abilities either, approaching the server.

“Out of the way, unless you want to get hurt.” The gangster man responded, not that Minette could resist as she was shoved to the side as if she was made of air. “Is it here? Maybe there?” The man dug through the shelves that had been directly behind the girl, but he could find nothing. He gave up fast. “Well, there’s nothing here, better get going. Sorry for interrupting you Miss?”

“Uh, um… Minette” she responded nervously.

“Miss Minette then, have a good day” the man left the room, shortly followed by the dining room door bell ringing off in the distance.

“Th.th.th.thanks” Minette stuttered after him, before returning her attention back to her friend.

“Nadia?”

“Right here girl.”

“Lets just go.”

“So what are we going to do with my head, still got room down under?”

“No, I’m just going to put it in my purse silly.” She removed Nadia’s head from the shelf, along with a purse that was stashed nearby. Minette placed her friends head into the bag, facing up.

“So what you are saying is that you could of stashed me in this bag the whole time?”

“I panicked, okay. Now ‘sush’ lets go” Minette zipped the bag closed, hiding any evidence that here friend had ever been there. She shut the lights to the store and headed out the door, her cheeks a little rosy and a little nibble at her lips.