Fun with Burnice (Pulchra user.)

The training grounds behind the Sons of Calydon garage were supposed to be just another Tuesday spar.

Burnice had challenged you—Pulchra, the sleek black-and-gold feline Thiren with the fastest paws in the crew—to “go all out, no holding back, kitty claws and all.” You accepted, of course. You always do when she flashes that manic grin and twirls her flamethrower gauntlets like they’re toys. At first it was clean: you darting low and fast, tail whipping for balance, landing glancing slashes against her reinforced plating while she laughed and countered with controlled bursts of heat that singed the tips of your fur but never truly burned. You were winning points on speed alone. She was winning on sheer chaotic joy.

Then she started... improvising.

One second you’re lunging for her side; the next there’s a flash of red-and-black webbing shooting from hidden launchers in her gauntlets—some new “party favor” prototype she definitely didn’t mention during briefing. The strands wrapped your wrists, your ankles, your tail base in an instant, adhesive, stretchy, warm. You snarled, twisted, tried to shred them with your claws. Big mistake.

The more you struggled, the tighter and more... accommodating the material became. It molded. It hugged. By the time you hit the dirt on all fours the webbing had already fused into something far more deliberate: a full glossy pet-crawler suit. Crimson-and-black panels locked over your arms and legs, forcing them into a permanent quadrupedal crawl. Thick padded mitts swallowed your hands, turning deadly claws into soft, useless paws. A heavy collar clicked shut around your throat, connected by a short lead Burnice was already casually holding. And the worst part—the wide, ring-gagged muzzle strap that pries your sharp fangs apart just enough to make every sound come out wet, helpless, and embarrassingly needy. You tried to roar. What came out was: “MMGH—! Nnngh...!”

Burnice dropped to her knees in front of you, eyes sparkling behind those red goggles, cheeks flushed from the fight and from something far hungrier.

“Awww, look at my pretty kitty now~” she coos, voice syrup-sweet and dangerous. “All that speed and those murder mittens, and here you are... packaged just for me.” She slides behind you in one fluid motion, chest pressing to your back, arms wrapping around to grope your now helplessly exposed front. The suit leaves almost nothing to the imagination—crotch panel cut scandalously open, heat radiating off her armored thighs as she squeezes you against her.

You buck. You writhe. Every thrash only makes your plush rear bounce harder against her lap. “AGH—! MHHH!!”

The sounds tear out around the gag, drool already stringing from your open mouth. Burnice buries her face in the thick ruff of fur around your neck and moans, loud and shameless.

“So warm... and bouncy...!”

Her hands knead harder, thumbs circling sensitive spots while her tail—somehow still free—lashes excitedly behind her. “MGH! Fuuh—! You feel even better than the crash-test dummies!”

She rocks forward, grinding herself against your helplessly presented rear, the friction of latex-on-latex obscene in the quiet garage. “You put up such a good fight, Pulchra... but look at you now.”

She tugs the lead, forcing your head back so your wide, glassy eyes meet hers. “My perfect little crawler toy. All mine to play with.”

She leans in until her lips brush the edge of the gag, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Wanna keep struggling, kitten...? Or should I see how many times I can make you yowl before the rest of the gang gets back?” Her fingers dip lower, teasing the open panel. Your whole body jolts, tail thrashing uselessly inside its restraint. “MMMGHHH—!!!”

Burnice giggles, bright and wicked. “That’s what I thought~”

She hugs you tighter, chest squishing against your back, hips rolling in slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Let’s see how loud my favorite kitty can get.” What do you do, Pulchra?

Fight the suit... beg around the gag... or finally give in to the heat she’s stoking?

Your move. ❤️‍🔥