This is a follow up to my number 19 prompt, Moonlight.

“Hold still!”

“Mmmph!”

Kyoko had never been an expert with rope. She never had a reason to be. Tying people up was work, and work was for people that could be tricked into working.  But after generations of watching her tributes to the moon spirit lady get tied up in intricate, beautiful patterns of shibari, she finally decided to give it a try. There were just two problems.

First, she had very little natural talent or aptitude for ropework.

Second, her practice dummy wasn’t being very cooperative.

Kyoko swatted the fair skinned woman with one of her tails (she had five of them). She liked the color of her new pet’s hair and eyes. A warm brown color that was nothing like her brother’s blonde locks. They reminded the Kitsune of chocolate.

But she was being very naughty. Kyoko aimed another couple of tail smacks at her face, then one on the gut and one near her rump. “Behave!” She declared. “Or I’ll spend the night tickling you!”

For a second it looked like the woman would ignore the warning and keep struggling. She glared angrily at her captor, at the seemingly human woman with bright orange fox tails and ears. Kyoko was wearing a short skirt, black, with matching black stockings that left a little bit of her skin showing. Up above she wore a pretty simple white blouse, the top few buttons undone to show off the nice cleavage she’s given herself in this form.

Being a shapeshifter had its perks.

And having fluffy tails did too, because soon enough Tammy (that was the woman’s name) was glaring at the ground instead of at her new mistress. Tails tickled pretty well, and she didn’t want another night of breathless laughter under her belt.

Not that she was wearing a belt. Or anything. Kyoko had stripped her pretty quick after she’d stolen the human woman from her hotel room. Now they were in Kyoko’s den, her nice little hiding spot where she kept her mountain of stuff. It was pretty messy, but it was home.

Tammy’s naked body was seated on a couch Kyoko had stolen in the nineties. She was tied up nice and tight... but not in any way that looked pretty.

The five tailed Kitsune had sold enough hapless humans to her moon spirit client (friend?) to see some very nice shibari done. Those silvery servants were brilliant at wrapping their mistress’s concubines up in elaborate rope harnesses and patterns.

Kyoko’s work did not live up to that standard. She’d meant for a web of criss crossing ropes around her pet’s body, but all the weaves were off sized, uneven. Some were too tight, others too loose. The holes in the makeshift web for the woman’s bare breasts were particularly lopsided. She’d done a good job gagging the brown haired captive with her panties in her mouth and pantyhose between her lips, and of tying the her hands to her thighs, but everything else would need a lot of work.

With a suffering sigh, Kyoko went back to her little instruction book, mumbling to herself about where she’d gone wrong.

“Okay Chairo,” Kyoko just then decided to call her pet that. It meant brown in Japanese. “Let’s try this again. I think I know where I went wrong...”

“mmmmmph.”