Dreams do... Come true

by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Her doorbell's chime caught her off guard. Startled she sat her coffee down next to the computer, leaving her half finished story flickering on the ancient screen. Walking to the front of her home she glanced out the tiny window beside the door.

A female foxmorph carrying a rather large case and small white paper bag was on the other side. She smiled, waving. 'Just Nessie with my Ralon order' the catmorph sighed. 'No muscle bulging barbarian warrior, alien invader or superhero to take me away from all this'. Her sigh was one of disappointment as she unlocked the door.

"Hi Theresa" the woman said in greeting as the door opened. "I've got your order and some new samples."

Theresa smiled as the bubbling foxmoph entered, noting the dark grey car parked in her driveway. "Hi Nessie, new car?" she asked.

"Yes, a Belgranda 350" the taller foxmorph answered. "I finally broke down and replaced that little Meeza I had. This one is huge, plenty of room to carry everyone's orders." She handed Theresa the small white bag, automatically settling down on the sofa. Opening her bag she looked up. "I've got that little item you asked about too." Opening a hidden compartment in her sample bag she withdrew a plain brown paper bag, holding it out to the catmorph.

Theresa grabbed the brown bag, ripping it open. A magazine fell out into her hands. "Bondage Mice, 1996" she whispered. "Thank you Nessie. If it weren't for your trips to New Amsterdam I'd never get to see these."

"Always willing to please a good customer" the fox giggled. "Here, before you get involved in that let me show you our newest perfume." She withdrew a fancy floral bottle filled with amber liquid. "This is Lotus, I think you'll really like it." Opening the bottle she held it to Theresa's nose.

She sniffed, a soft, almost almond-like scent tickled her nose. "Enchanting" she murmured, her eyes suddenly heavy. "But not really my...." Falling to the sofa the catmorph passed out.

Nessie quickly closed the bottle. Stepping over to a window she opened it wide, then turned to survey her pretty customer and long time friend. Reaching into her case she pulled out a compressible travel bag and some rope. It was time to get her prize out of here.

Theresa groaned as she woke, her head felt like it was full of cotton. Something in her mouth made breathing difficult, inhaling deeply through her nose swept the spiderwebs clear. She opened her eyes, looking around the strange room. Confused, she found herself bound and gaged while the last thing she remembered was sniffing that strange perfume. Try as she might, she couldn't work free of her ropes.

Soon the door opened, Nessie stepped in closing it behind her. She stepped over to the bound cat, a strange look on her face. Grabbing Theresa's chin she lifted her face. "I'm having a special party tonight little slave" the fox whispered. "Your the door prize. I think your going to enjoy this, then maybe you'll think about moving in, like I asked... After this is over I mean. You’re a wonderful writer but you need someone to care for you. To keep you in line. Don’t you.” Releasing Theresa's chin she walked back to the door, glancing back to the bed just before closing it. "Oh yes, I really think your going to like this experience."

Theresa stared at the closed door, struggling to escape. 'Party?' she thought. 'Door Prize?' Finally exhausted she sat, staring at the ceiling, strange images running through her mind. 'I wonder what's in store for me' she thought. 'Something fun, I hope..."