A showcase that only the ring could provide

"Allow me dear. Until I step away from her cell, Friendly Paws and I will both see a copy of her next to me. I will feel the copy to have a physical presence that I'm able to interact with, and Friendly will feel affected by everything that I do to her copy." The idea had been in the back of my mind from the moment we left Granny's yesterday. Evidently, the ring was not only good for molding reality to my whims (whiting the limits of what I was strong enough to handle) but it was also a perfect tool for creating illusions that feel just like the real deal. This would not only be great for replacing too taxing changes with functional workarounds, but it also provided a perfect solution for my desire to provide Felicia with a wonderful sexual experience while I was unable to actually fuck her.

The burn I got distracted me from the starting seconds of Felicia's reaction, but I still got to see the sparkling amazement reflected in her eyes over what she got to see. The excitement was clear in her face, and I feared that she might have been seconds away from trying to pounce right into the glass (again) while trying to give that copy of hers a hug.

Speaking of the copy, even I was taken back by how perfectly the recreation had been. Despite knowing how powerful the tool in my hand was, I simply couldn't get used to these wonders quickly enough for them to start feeling unremarkable to me. The sensation of 'I just did that! I can't believe that I just did that!' was still overwhelming my mind.

The only part that I didn't absolutely adore was the clothes. The copy shared the rather boring drags that Mark & Shayna had already provided Felicia with, and while I do not doubt that they were functional for the purposes of being usable clothing, they did not reflect the larger-than-life personality of the lady wearing them. And while that by itself might be forgivable, they were also awfully out of place for a sexy moment. Clearly, a small adjustment had to be made.

“Friendly Paws and her copy are currently wearing a stunning vinyl catsuit and nothing more.” Ah, much better! The grey shirt and slacks were now replaced by something far more titillating.

"Wait a moment." Felicia spoke up after a quick examination. "Is my mind playing tricks on me or did I wear this exact piece a couple of years ago for a promotional calendar?"

"I-I-I wouldn't know! I wasn't into girls then." To be fair to me, most of that sentence was true. I had been straight until I put on the ring, and I had never purchased one of the calendars that were the type she might have posed for while wearing something like this. Now, did this mean that I had never seen a 'Friendly Paws in a catsuit' picture across social media? Well, no. But that didn't mean it was anything more than a coincidence if this really was a piece just like the one she had already worn.

Of course, just because I knew all of that to be true, it didn't mean that I had a shot at convincing the very skeptical-looking Felicia of it. "Oh really?" She asked me with a raised eyebrow and a cocky grin that perfectly showed how little she was inclined to believe me.

I chose to reply in the only manner I saw an escape from this. "Shut it! We're getting distracted from what really matters now." I smacked copy in the ass, which got a surprised cry to come out of Felicia's mouth.

With this I learned two things. The first was that the copy I created, who had remained still and quiet from the moment she first appeared, was essentially like a sexier mannequin. The second was that Felicia looked really cute when she cringed after receiving a light tap.

"That's adorable." Felicia's eyes widened as she heard me say that, instinctively knowing what it meant. "I think I want to do it again." I hugged the copy and placed her between me and the glass wall keeping Felicia in her cell, facing me. I rubbed her butt while staring Felicia right in the eyes. "Does the kitten need to be punished for being s bad girl recently?"

I had about as much experience being a mistress as I had had as a heroine before this week started. Which means that I had no idea if I was doing this right, but from the slow nodding of Felicia's head I could gather that I was possibly a born natural. I smacked her ass again, a little bit harder this time, and her pleading reaction gave me all the boost I needed to keep this going.

After a few more spankings, I felt like it was time to move on into something more intimate. I pulled down the zipper in the front of the copy's catsuit, and I delivered kisses all across her bare chest. From my quick peek over the copy's shoulder, the real Felicia still had her zipper up, but the moans she was letting out revealed that she was definitely feeling my lips on her skin.

Deciding that my lovely friend had to know that she was meant to pull her titties out, I gently but passionately shoved her copy face first against the transparent wall. And while I was doing that, I took the chance to solve a much talked about internet mystery. What would happen if you stroked and tugged on Friendly Paws' tail? The answer, at least when she was horny, seemed to be that she got sexually excited.

As I planned my next move, which would likely include myself to start stripping, I happened to notice someone else across our hall. Either Regina had secretly decided to keep an eye on me for protection purposes, or she had felt the lust in the air and decided to investigate. Either way, she had a hand down her skirt and another in a thumbs up position, which meant that she already knew that I had seen her.