This was probably several steps below her usual paygrade.

But Klo had been asked by a friend to help secure a top secret laboratory, and she owed them a favor.

The wolf would be asked about entry and exit points, mostly in terms of how someone could, hypothetically, get in and out of labs. Specifically, how possible INTRUDERS could get in and out.

Klo had to raise an eyebrow at how specific they were being. But she wasn’t paid to question it. She just would do her damn job.

==

This lab was something else.

Klo had never seen so much greenery in such a heavily hidden place that wasn’t a forest. The lab had walls that were solely dedicated to showcasing specific types of ivy, as well as small hanging gardens. The plants were nothing like anything the wolf had ever seen, many looking entirely too alien to be anything but plastic. Yet upon touch, the plants reacted, squishing back or releasing small puffs of pollen into the air… the various labs looked more like greenhouses, with intricate lighting and watering systems helping to ensure the plants within were maintained and kept healthy…

However, their destination was one specific greenhouse-lab.

The lab in question was home to a massive… beanstalk? It looked like a beanstalk anyway. The plant itself rose up and out of the room, through to upper floors and out of sight… a yellow circle was painted around the planter, at roughly 5 feet all around…

The corgi that had called Klo in to help would excitedly explain that they were going to try and raise this plant to help alleviate the need for large scale farms and such. However, Klo was already looking around and seeing weak spots. A few vents here and there, as well as some decorative window walls that could be broken.

“I think I’ll need more access to this room.” The wolf said, striding up to inspect some of the vents. “As well as blueprints on this room in particular.” She mostly meant the freedom to inspect and scale the walls, but really, she just wanted to move around without disturbing the scientists…

“Oh! Alright!” The corgi professor waddled after her, smiling. “You can do as you please, but we have to ask you to stay outside the yellow circle, okay?”

“...why?” Klo looked a bit confused. 

“Ohhh, the plant doesn’t like people it doesn’t know being in that circle.”

“....Uh huh.” The wolf just nodded, disregarding that little explanation as superstition. “Either way. I'll need clearance into this room after everyone leaves for the night. That way I don’t interrupt your research.”

“You got it!”

==

It would be hours later that Klo would finally be able to hear herself think.

She walked through the halls towards the Beanstalk room, entering and getting to work. 

Inspecting blueprints and maps of the sector, she began mapping out and marking which vents needed reinforcing, or what walls would need extra defense in order to keep them intact… she took her work seriously… so seriously that when she spotted a large drainage grate around the back of the beanstalk, she’d instinctively head towards it to mark it off.

A mistake on her part.

She gasped as a shadow descended upon her,a thick vine grasping her throat. She gagged and kicked out, struggling to try and loosen its grip on her neck. The wolf clawed and bit at whatever she could reach, trying to hit away any approaching vines. But of course, there was only so much she could do as the air was slowly squeezed from her.

She kept her head up, trying her best to get away as one bold vine grabbed at her ankle, wrapping around it tightly to settle her. Slowly but surely, the vines would grab all her limbs, pulling them against her body. Klo gasped and panted, eyes wide as she shook her head. 

The vines, having restrained their prey, started to close in. They slowly started to wrap her up tight, lifting her off the ground and constricting her more and more. Her gasps and pleas fell on deaf ears, the plant uncaring as it drew her in towards the base of the beanstalk… the fight was slowly leaving her, as she struggled to even inhale from how tight the vines were. The original vine was still wrapped around her muzzle, holding her head steady as she tried to pull herself away…

No amount of squirming and struggles would help her, no matter how hard she tried. Only a few patches of fur were visible, along with her head and tail. The plant would leave her to dangle a few inches above the floor, the cold tile tantalizingly close… the vines had discarded any weapons or identification on her person, and she was left on display, a perceived intruder caught and strung up…

The fox rode atop his luggage, and the cart it was being pushed on, up to his room.

The hotel was…weirdly frantic today. He had gotten a great deal on his room, and had expected MAYBE 3 star service. But everyone seemed… distracted? The doe at the front desk had been on the phone, speaking quite distressedly before realizing she had someone checking in. Any attempts to ask her about the issue were quickly shoved aside for the typical customer service spiel.

It normally WASN'T his business buuuut…

"Hey. Buddy. I gotta ask. What's got everyone's tails in a twist today?" Arkose asked, ears flicking as the stallion helping move his luggage looked up.

"Huh? Oh geez uh… I probably shouldn't be talkin' about that, management is already tearing out their fur over it." He replied, ears flattening.

"Aw, c'mon. Think of it this way: if I know what's going on, I can know what I can and can't ask of the staff, y'know?" The fox coaxed, getting closer to the horse's muzzle. "Besides, who am I gonna tell?"

"Hmm… well… okay. Don't tell nobody but…" he leaned in a bit as they got to the room. "We got an issue with one of the halls… we had an art exhibit being showcased there, but a couple of the pieces got stolen or messed up somehow. Don't ask me how, I just heard it from the security guards." The stallion would help the fox unload, continuing. "Apparently the staff are scrambling to see what can be done about it. We need to have SOMETHING on display, so we might need to improvise."

"Oh wow, that's awful." Arkose tutted, shaking his head and sliding the bellhop a nice tip. "Thanks for letting me know, that sounds like a real headache."

"Pffth, yeah, don't I know it. Some of the security staff are worried they're gonna lose their jobs or something." The stallion tipped his cap to Arkose, nodding and bidding him a good day before leaving him to his own devices…

Arkose would unpack, humming to himself. What a damn shame, that art exhibit. Not like it was something he could really assist with, he was no artist. Ah well. He was sure that the staff would figure something out. The reviews for this place were stellar, and it was astonishing he'd been able to get a reservation at all.

The day would be spent dining, relaxing, and just spending time unwinding. He had earned it! He was working hard at being this damn cute, and now he was going to spend some well deserved time doing absolutely nothing of importance.

Eventually, he would call it a day, returning to his room and cleaning himself up… after a nice cool shower, he would get settled in bed, dozing off ..

=

He woke after some jostling.

The digital clock across the room said 3:12 am, the green light being blocked out momentarily by a couple of shapes moving in the dark.

"Wh….MMPGH?!" He started to try and speak, only for a harsh and powerful hand to grab at his muzzle and hold it shut.

"Shhhh. That's a good bitch." Someone in the dark laughed. It appeared to be two of the mule bellhops that had been in the lobby this afternoon… they had stripped the fox out of his pajamas, and had started to pull his limbs into a strappy latex suit…they yanked his paws through to the mitted ends, making sure they were completely encased ..

"Mmphngh! Mmmf!" Arkose shook his head, eyes wide as he managed to yank his muzzle away. "Help! Someone help me! Get off me, damn you!" He squirmed and kicked, trying to get his paws free but ultimately being held with his limbs splayed apart. "Gh!!"

"Awww adorable." The mules laughed, as they started to secure his limbs into position. They would ensure that the client's limbs were secured, but not cramped, as they grabbed at some cloth stuffing… they would hold his muzzle open, stuffing the cloth and rags into his mouth. They made sure to tie off his muzzle, taping over it before sliding the suit's built in muzzle cover onto him.

Silvery straps ensured it stayed on properly, and while one mule tightened the straps, the other would gently coax his cock free of the suit's tight confines. His limbs were forced together, his arms bent so that his wrists were flush to his shoulders, and feet flush against his ass… all the easier for his captors to ensure his cock would be exposed…

Arkose whined, eyes wide as he shook his head. And yet, the mules ignored him, ensuring he was nice and stiff for them… they couldn't help but tease him, flicking and rubbing the tip of his cock to get him nice and needy before pulling away.

"There. Let's get him downstairs before the boss gets us in more trouble."

They would lift the bound and gagged fox into a laundry cart, hiding him under the sheets there and rolling him out into the hall.

Arkose could only lay there, eyes wide and fearful as he was taken away… he felt them roll into an elevator, where the mules made conversation with another guest… any attempts to speak up were silenced by the rags and the smothering blankets and sheets that crushed him to the bottom of the cart…

After a few more minutes, they would roll into another room, where Arkose was unceremoniously extracted and dumped out onto the floor.

"Will THIS one do, your majesty?" One of the mules sneered, as he gestured at Arkose.

They were in the art exhibit, a grand ballroom divided up into sections by partition walls… above him stood a lovely young lady, all makeup and handmade clothing…the jaguar before him just circled him for a bit, eyes narrowing… "hmm. Yes. He will do. Put him in the plush."

The mules sighed and grabbed the bound Arkose… they carried him off to what looked like an enormous plush fox, one that looked so sweet and innocent… it was laid on its side, its plush back open and with an indent inside…

Arkose let out squeaks and yelps into his gag, shaking his head frantically as he tried to flail his bound limbs. But the mules just laughed at him, forcing him into the plush prison and making sure he would be trapped nice and snug… they made a point of squeezing the excess air from the soft and cushy prison, sealing the stuffed prison back up so that the stuffing pressed down onto Arkose…

Soon, Arkose was trapped inside, completely unable to contact anyone, barely able to move in the mass of soft stuffing and cloth. His cock was rubbed and teased by the insides of the plush, leaking slightly as his captors conversed outside. It was so hard to hear, especially since all of Arkose's struggles only further teased his body… the more he tried to break free, the more his cock dripped and leaked…

He could only whimper, eyes wide as he tried to call for help. But any noise he made would barely be heard within his soft prison, nevermind outside of it. And any movement inside this plush would certainly not show outside. The insides were too dense, almost like a beanbag in how heavy it was…

All Arkose could do was struggle and rub himself off against the soft prison he found himself in. So warm and inviting but not enough to get him off…