Special Gifts

(Beware, for there will be anthropomorphized Pokemon, bondage, etc.  Don’t like?  Don’t read)

Azure, the Lucario (aka Blue), was currently pondering why Miss Yami called him over to her salon.  He was not expecting any treatment in the near future.  He was going to knock on the textured-glass door when he heard his mistress call out:
“Come in.”
Azure did so.  He saw the white-furred Zoroark measuring her hair/mane with the mirror that stretched across one of the spa’s six walls.  Facing the wall were several barber chairs.  There was a small barber’s desk on rollers parked in a corner, near the window and patio entry that kept the room well-lit during the day.  Walled off by two of the walls was a sauna.  Next to it were a series of stalls for changing clothes as appropriate.  Opposite to the mirror wall and next to the sauna room were some spa-style baths.  Azure knew there were additional supplies, stored until needed.  Anyway, Yami turned toward the Lucario with her usual grin on her fiery red lips.  
“Azure,” she began, “I need your help in trimming my hair.”
“What?”  Azure replied, confused.  His mistress only cuts her hair when it gets too long, and even then it was not by much.  He noted that her hair was at the average and appropriate length, reaching her tailbone.
“I have something special planned soon and my hair's too long,” Miss Yami explained.  She then went to the barber cart and started rummaging through the desks, looking for a pair of scissors.
“Miss Yami, I think your hair is just fine as it is,” Azure said, still confused as to what Yami was planning.
“Thank you for your opinion,” Miss Yami said as she patted the Lucario on his head, knowing he was being sincere in his statement, “but right now, it is just too long.  So will you please cut it for me to about…here?”  She indicated somewhere near the bottom of her neck.  That was much more so than her usual requests for hair trimmings.
Azure sighed, seeing there wasn’t any real point in arguing; he really did like his mistress’s hair as it was.  Then again, it will grow back, and besides; he was curious to see what she had planned.  With that, he took the scissors and prepared to trim the Zoroark’s hair.
Half an hour later…
The Lucario was still somewhat perplexed after his mistress had explained her plan in depth.  He’s used to some of the unusual ideas she comes up with (some of which she tested on him with his consent), but she still tends to come up with something extraordinary.  Still, this had got to be her most bizarre idea she had ever conjured…
“Azure, I’m ready.”  The Lucario broke his train of thought, remembering that he was waiting for Miss Yami to change in her master bedroom.  
Her room was in the center of the top floor of her mansion, or rather it was the center of the top floor.  Azure was waiting at the left side entrance.  Despite being here for years, Azure has never seen the inside of his mistress’s room.  All he did know that it was large (as it divided the entire top floor, had multiple entrances on either side, and likely a vaulted ceiling) and had a big balcony that overlooked the backyard.  
The vanilla Zoroark came out of her room, though it was hard to determine her fur color; Yami was wearing a skintight, white rubber suit that covered every inch of her body from her neck down, complete with a matching wrist and ankle cuffs that were each equipped with D-rings.  
“Come along, we have much to do,” she indicated.  She then sashayed past the Lucario, with her freshly-cut hair swaying along as well as a bag with other necessary “supplies” for her plan.  Azure followed, not too far behind.
They made their way to down the mansion, and into an elevator.  Miss Yami pulled a key from her bag and inserted into a keyhole above the elevator’s button panel.  After a turns, with some clicks in them, the elevator began to descend move.
From the first floor, where the two began, they passed the first basement level (an entertainment center) and the second (a doomsday bunker that the previous owner left and Miss Yami had converted to a warehouse).  They were heading to the third level, where few seldom explored…
Azure was starting to wonder how deep the mansion really was.  He had been to as deep as the third level, and even it was only once or twice.  The two ‘mon had long past it.  Now it feels like there were thirty underground levels that they were passing.
“I have a feeling you’re over exaggerating, Azure,” said Miss Yami quite suddenly, breaking the long held silence.
Azure was completely taken aback by the comment.  “Maybe I am,” was his retort, “but just how deep is this place?”
Before the Zoroark could answer, a ding was heard; they reached their, or rather “her,” destination.
“Ah, twelfth level, all out,” Miss Yami declared as she picked up her bag and sashayed out with Azure following.  “Anyway, to answer your question; this is the bottom level.  Turns out the people who built the additional levels were superstitious and didn’t want to build a 13th floor.”
Normally, Azure wasn’t too superstitious (let alone a triskaidekaphobic), but he suddenly had frightening thoughts about something going wrong and being stranded hundreds or thousands of feet underground with little hope of escape.  He quickly shook the thought out of his mind.
The 12th level was a well-lit, smooth, all-white hall lined with doors on either side.  Each door merely had a picture that probably indicated what was on the other side.  There were doors that had a snake picture, some sort of plush, a fish, an octopus, and a flower.  
“This is where I keep some of my most special projects,” the rubber-suited Zoroark explained as she was examining each door.  “Most of them are prototypes I made myself, mainly based on existing works that I have seen or heard of.  Most of them are too risky for common usage or anyone to use alone, mostly because it would be incredibly difficult (if not impossible) to get out of any given scenario on your own.”
“Okay,” Azure said nervously, “and this has to do with me or your plan how?”
Yami merely grinned as she turned to face her Lucario servant as she answered:
“You are going to help.”
She then turned and opened the door with a picture of a pyramid.  Azure followed suit, just as the door closed…
The room’s decor was completely different to the smooth, bright, all-white hall.  From what could be seen from the dim torch light, there was rough stone on the floor.  The walls were more smooth, but still made of stone and decorated with Egyptian hieroglyphs.  There was even a sarcophagus in the middle of the room, stylized as a Cofagrigus.  The only thing that was out of place was a control panel of the same white panels as the hall and a glowing holo-board (think keyboard).  
Miss Yami set her bag by the console and turned to the Lucario:
“Now I need you to help me put some equipment on.”
She unzipped the bag and proceeded to pull it out several objects and set them on the console.  Azure recognized some of the objects, but there were a few unfamiliars.  
Miss Yami took the last thing she pulled out -- a small, flat backpack made of black rubber with two tubes -- and strapped it onto her back.  She noticed the Lucario’s confused stares, and explained that it was a pack of nutrients, water, and an air recycler necessary for her plan.
Next, Miss Yami grabbed one padded, rubber mitt of a pair and slipped it over her left hand, forcing it into a fist, and fastening it tight.  It will be difficult for her to remove the mitt on her own, or put the other one on her free hand.  She held that mitt in an open palm for Azure to put it on her.  The Lucario did so hesitantly; he was used to being the one bound up, not the other way around (his mistress’s giggling didn’t help, either).  When he was done, Miss Yami’s hands (and, by extension, her claws and digits) were useless in anything requiring dexterity and any punches would be too cushioned to be effective.
Miss Yami indicated that the straitjacket was next to be put on.  Azure picked it up and noticed it was not only made of white rubber, but it could have been a size too small for the Zoroark (though he didn’t notice the internal padding).  Nevertheless, he helped pull it over his mistress’s head.  Azure was right about it, though; it was too small for the Zoroark, and she did that intentionally for the tight fit (and the padding just made it tighter, though not uncomfortable).  After a little effort, Miss Yami’s head popped through the collar (the two tubes from her little pack were threaded through some specially designed holes), still giggling away.  Azure then helped guide her arms through the lengthy (and also padded) sleeves until he heard a click in each; an internal clip with a magnetic lock attaching to the D-rings on Yami’s cuffs, preventing her arms from being pulled out, easily.  The Zoroark then, with some more of Azure’s help, threaded her arms/sleeves through some loops:  each arm went through a loop that was just above and forward her respective side, and then both went through a bigger loop in opposing directions into the stereotypical, straitjacket-style self-hug.  Azure went around to her back and stretched the sleeves around to her back and clipped the ends (via rings on the ends of sleeves) to a clip on the middle of her back.  The next part made Azure blush; he reached for the straitjacket’s crotch strap between the Zoroark’s legs and brought it through and strap it down.  Miss Yami was now in a very tight hug that she couldn’t slip out of without some outside help.
“Do you really have to act this way, milady?” Azure inquired to Yami’s persistent giggling.
“Ah, Blue,” Miss Yami began, calling him by his nickname, “I thought you, of all Pokemon, would understand how enjoyable this is.  
“And besides,” the bound Zoroark leaned onto Azure, making him blush more, “I thought you would enjoy a little turnabout, seeing as you are the one that gets stuck bound.”  
The Lucario couldn’t deny that he was enjoying this, and he didn’t need to tell Miss Yami that.  She knew.  
Anyway, next up to be bound were her legs.  Miss Yami directed Azure to band of rubber/latex, which he would have missed due to it being two-to-three inches long, including the clips on each end.  Upon picking it up, though, the Lucario could tell it was one of those “high-strength” bands.  Clipping the band at each ankle cuff, the Zoroark found her stride to be greatly reduced and tripping a real hazard.  Knowing this, Azure (aka Blue) just had to ask:
“Are these really necessary?” indicating to a pair of white, latex leg binders.  One just has to wonder how far she’s willing to go…
“I’ve always asked for your consent when I help you in your sessions, and I give full consent.”  Realizing that further arguing would be pointless, Azure proceeded the procedure.
First, the Lucario helped set his mistress gently seat her to the stone ground (seeing as she has little else to use to do such).  With that accomplished, he brought the leg binder up and guided Yami’s legs through the slots (one per leg), feet-first and ending at the knees.  Her feet popped through the other end; it took some effort because of the internal padding, especially around the ankles (you wouldn’t want your ankles grinding against each other, would you?).  Azure heard several clicks when her feet made it; magnetic locked clips attaching to another set of D-rings on the ankle cuffs.  Azure then rolled the giggling Yami onto stomach to fasten the binder’s straps.  One… Two… Three straps looped around her calves to be tightened.  She would have definite trouble moving her legs…
“No, I think it could be tighter,” Yami insisted, stifling another giggle.
Rather than object, Blue just sighed and undone the straps and tighten them until Miss Yami said:
“Okay, that should be enough.”  By then, her legs were practically inseparable.
“One last thing,” claimed Yami as she rolled over again, “then we’ll be ready.”
She directed Azure to what seemed to be a muzzle made of white rubber/latex.  Simple enough.  Once Blue puts it on she could hardly make any audible sound.  He was about to do that when Yami objected:
“Wait; before you put that on, do you remember those tubes from the pack?”  Azure actually forgot until he was reminded.  “Attach both tubes to the valves on each side.  It might be easier if you’d turn it around.”
Blue did so and found two small holes on the sides of the muzzle.  Figuring it would be easier, he circled behind the Zoroark (who managed to sit herself up) and took the left tube and inserted it into the left valve.  He brought the muzzle in front of Yami’s snout (who started giggling again) and attached the right tube to the right valve.  
“You ready?” Azure whispered, holding the muzzle close to her snout.  Yami nodded in affirmative.  Blue slowly pulled the muzzle into Yami’s own.  
Things went along smoothly; Yami got the ball-gag (which has a tube in it to send food/water into the wearer’s mouth) inside the muzzle comfortably in her mouth and her nose made it into the pocket at the end of the muzzle (where she’ll get her air).
Azure stood up and sort of admired his work; what he had, sitting right there, was his own mistress, bound in a tight, padded straitjacket with bondage mitts keeping her hands in fists underneath, a tight, padded leg binder and short-length ankle cuffs, and muzzled into silence.  The Lucario really felt odd doing this…
Shaking the feeling out of his mind, Azure proceeded with the next phase of Yami’s plan (which he didn’t understand before he learned of this room).  He picked up the bound Zoroark -- who was wriggling, she was laughing so hard (she clearly enjoys the turnabout) -- and brought her to the sarcophagus.  He was going to set the Zoroark down to open it when the coffin did so itself with a noisy *creeeaaaak*.  Scared Blue right there…
Recovering quickly, the Lucario carefully stood his mistress up inside the coffin.  Making sure she was comfortable, Blue stood back to close the sarcophagus, but it did it on its own.  Before the lid closed shut, Blue saw Yami with a look that said that she trusted him that he won’t fail, and was smiling through her muzzle.
The Lucario moved to the control console, which seemed to be standard holo-board, like most computers were.  It lit up in his presence, and he found the dial mentioned in Yami’s plan.  He turned it to 1 to see what would happen.
Inside the sarcophagus…
Yami was in the dark, small space when a hum was heard near her feet.  She didn’t have the room to look down but she knew what was happening.  
Bandages materialized below her feet and began to wrap around her feet.  The bandages began a slow, organized march up Yami’s legs.  The simple linen bandages doing its sole purpose; mummify.  This may seem redundant given how bound the Zoroark already was, but this was her plan, after all.
After some time, Yami was mummified from her toes to her head (save for her muzzled snout and face).  Then, a disc of rubber, about a foot in diameter, materialized in front of her snout.  It then pushed itself over the muzzled snout and onto her face, covering it from the tips of her ears to the bottom of her chin.  It has bound to the the bandages encompassing her head and molded into a jackal-shaped face with Egyptian-style decorations.  Level 1 was done…
The lid opened.  From what the Zoroark could see the tiny eyeholes the mask provided, Azure was checking on her.
“Uh, are you okay, Miss Yami?” He asked.
Well she hadn’t fell over yet, so she was fine.  She nodded.
“Should I, uh, proceed?”
Yami nodded again, giving her confirmation.
She saw the Lucario move back to the console and did something.  The lid closed and the next step began.  However, there was something she missed…
More bandages materialized below the Zoroark mummy’s feet, but unlike the linen bandages from earlier, these were rubber.  Once again, then wrapped around her, replacing the white linen with shiny, black rubber.  It stopped at the edge of her mask.  Level 2 was complete.
The rubber mummy Zoroark was now standing there; she was essentially mute with the muzzle and mask, could barely move a muscle, and had very limited sight.  In her mind she was expecting one of two things to happen; either Azure will follow her plan and stop here or…
The humming began anew, but louder than before.  Level 3 had begun, just as she betted on.  Yami was okay with the Level 2 restraint she was in now, but wanted to see if she could push Blue into going into a higher level (she was lucky to convince him to go to Level 2, despite not knowing how much that would be; he knew it would be restrictive).
From below her feet, a pool of black ooze began to form.  After reaching a point, it began crawling up and over the rubber bandages that preceded it.  It reached all the way to her neck and stopped, as if taking a break.  It began welling up, bulging around her neck.  Suddenly the mass of ooze lurched upwards and engulfed the entirety of Yami’s head in one swift motion.  She was now covered head to toe in the ooze, which hardened into a tough shell that was a centimeter thick.
It began to crack and vapors were being emitted.  The shell was sublimating.  It chipped and sublimated away, revealing a tough, gold shiny surface. Yami was now completely immobilized as this new layer was as stiff as maple wood.  The layer also blinded what little sight was spared and deafened her completely.
With that complete, the sarcophagus opened.  Blue was utterly surprised at how bound his mistress was; if he didn’t know better, he would have thought she was some golden statue.  Maybe he went too far with the dial.
The Lucario shook his head; he’ll worry about punishment when Yami returns.  He went over and picked up the bound Zoroark.  He noted she was a lot heavier than expected, but with everything on her…
Anyway, Yami felt herself being lifted and carried and couldn’t help but giggle to herself; she knew Azure was feeling psychologically uncomfortable about carrying her.  
After some maneuvering, a long elevator ride, and more maneuvering…
The Lucario was near the front door, standing in front of a large trunk.  It was 3 feet wide, 3 feet thick, and 8 feet tall and made of leather.  Miss Yami specified there being such a container prepared but Blue never saw it.  He wondered how he managed to overlook it.
He opened the container to find it having a mold that the now-mummy Yami could fit in (which she did, like hand in glove), well-padded with pouches of shock-absorbing gel to prevent unnecessary injuries in transit.  Blue shut the trunk and latched it shut.  After some dragging (and a thought to get more exercise), he set the trunk at the front gate to be picked up by the deliverymon.  On the trunk was the address to a close friend of Yami’s…
The next day…
A familiar Darkrai was relaxing in the living room of his home.  After many stressful months, Richter finally got time to himself.  He was not completely at ease, however.  There was good reason for this; it was his birthday.
Originally, he would merely relax on this day.  Nothing more.  Just a stress free day of relaxation.  That all changed when he became “acquainted” with Miss Yami, five years ago.
Each year since, she made it somehow interesting.  The first year, she sent him a custom rubber suit of his size.  He was cautious about it first, but that disappeared easily.  The next was a full-course meal at a 7-star restaurant; a rare luxury for even the royalty.  The next two years were more interesting visits to her estate.  She even showed him her underground area of WIP projects.  It has been rather quiet, at present.  All he could wonder now was what could Yami be planning this year…
“Mr. Richter,” he heard someone call.  The Darkrai turned to see his Mienfoo maid.  “There’s a package for you.”
“That’s unusual,” Richter mused, “I was expecting something more dramatic.”
“You haven’t seen the package.”
Sure enough, Richter underestimated what he expected.  The “package” was a large leather trunk, big enough for a ‘mon to be in…
Okay, if she pops out of there, then this day will be complete, the Darkrai mused.  
Again his expectations were dashed when he opened the trunk.  In a padded mold laid what appeared to be a golden jackelish statue of Egyptian design, about a Zoroark’s size.  
“To be honest, I was expecting her to pop out and grab you,” the Mienfoo claimed.
“If there’s one thing I learned about Yami, it’s that she does the most unexpected,” Richter pointed out.  “Prepare dinner for two,” he ordered.  
The Mienfoo stared at him in confusion, briefly, but carried out her orders.
The Darkrai was now alone with his package.  He picked up a laser that came in the trunk.  With professionally steady aim, he used it to outline the “idol’s” face.  Though it didn’t seem effective, he managed to lift the mask off effortlessly, revealing the sleeping, muzzled Yami.  She began to stir.  The first thing she saw was the Darkrai she aimed to surprise.
“Sometimes, I wonder what really drives you, Yami,” Richter mused.  Yami couldn’t hear it though because her ears were still encased, but she can read lips just fine.  Yami smiled to herself, pleased to deliver yet another surprise to the one she loves.
With impressive strength, he lifted the entirety of Yami’s package (herself included) and started towards his quarters.  “I hope you won’t staying for awhile.”  
Yami didn’t mind at all; she packed a spare change of clothes in the trunk.
“After dinner, I have something to tell you,” Richter informed.
Yami couldn’t wait…

Stay tuned; there’s going to be an epilogue.