Ringmaster and Flashy in: What is it with Fortress city and furries?

“You’re absolutely sure that this is what you want me to wear?” Regina, in what felt like had to be at least the tenth occasion over the last half hour, complained about my decision. “Like, you don’t want to revert back the change you just made, make sure my power only works with shirts, and get me on a tight little thing paired with even tighter and smaller booty shorts?”

“Positively sure.” And because I wanted to be polite while pleading with her to shut up about it already, I smacked her ass. Regina being Regina, I was hoping for this to be the equivalent of telling a normal person ‘I love you’ and kissing them a hundred times in the span of a minute. Which was the strategy my cousins used at our grandma’s house whenever she caught them playing in a way that risked the safety of her porcelain collection. It never failed to get them in her good graces again and, more importantly, cutting off the whining.

“I barely felt that.” Then again, up until very recently I had been always been justified in believing that my cousins were far luckier than I was. The most annoying thing was that I could believe Regina was being honest. What I was making her wear did quite reduce the sting a spank with regular **** behind it would provoke.

“If I did it harder there would be a good chance of you flying a mile ahead of me and ending up laying on the floor in a way where everyone could see everything.” I tried to paint it as if what I made her wear had nothing to do with it and I was just being overly cautious with my strenght.

“And I would fucking love that! Let’s go! Do it right now!” Regina walked ahead of me and bent over, ass as high in the air as she could put it. That said, the trenchcoat was doing a great job at reducing the sexyness of it, therefore preventing me from falling to temptation. I simply walked past her, scooped her on my shoulder, and kept on walking.

“Can’t you even spank my ass or something?” She groaned.

“Didn’t you just say that you barely felt it before?” I teased.

“At this point I’ll take anything I can get!” She cried, defeated.

I laughed, spanked her a good bunch (stopping right before her moans got too loud) and set her down. “Come on, no underwear? Only one piece of clothing? The promise that you’re going to get to flash your tits? You can’t keep pretending I’m being bad with you today.”

“But it’s so baggy and big and it covers everythiiiiing!” Even is she might have conceded the fight, she was not going to stop complaining.

“And most ladies would kill for the beautiful silver trenchcoat that you got for free. It even has your nickname embroiled with jewelry at the back! How cool is that?” I tried to point her towards the positives.

“If I had known that this was going to be my uniform as Flashy, then I would have demanded to be given a different persona for this whole heroics business.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“No can do, sorry. I had to improvise there for your name, but your power meant that you had to be a flasher sidekick, and I gotta have you wear some clothes when you’re not currently ‘turning on the lights’ if you get what I mean”. I playfully elbowed her, giggling and muttering “Get it? Eh, you get it? ‘Turning on the lights’? Pretty clever, right?”

“What I don’t get is why my belt had to be a reminder of the viney fuck.” She pointed out the very deliberate design I gave it, trying to make it look as close as possible to Whipvine’s vines.

“Visual continuity, mostly. The vines covering you were the main thing people probably noticed last time you were in TV, so I had to have them in there in some way.” I explained.

“I have tits the size of baby elephants and that’s what you expect people to have paid attention to? The vines?” She asked, incredulous.

“They were vine covered, remember? Maybe people just thought that Whipvine really wanted to make sure no one could see anything you have going on up there.” I suggested.

“Argh! I hate that guy! I seriously want to do some nasty stuff to him. Like, some real fucked up shit.” Regina might have not thought much about what she just said, but I had to stop her right then.

“Flashy, you did notice that people have been staring at us ever since we dropped within the city, right?” I asked.

“Right.” She replied, adding a nod. She then looked around. “Huh. We have a crowd around us. Since when that’s a thing?”

“Probably since the moment I relented and I gave you that spanking you were crying for.” Even if my face was already covered by a mask, I still felt the need to hide it in shame.

“Yeah, that would make sense. So, what? You’re reverting back into being a prude all of the sudden?” She questioned.

“No, this has nothing to do with that. This has to do with the fact that, in a city where every other billboard has Friendly Paws’ face on it, and where the local news have been running near 24/7 coverage on her mysterious disappearance over a week ago, you just said that you wanted to seriously harm the top hero they still got in terms of reputation. Seriously. Harm. Top. Hero.” I emphasized those last words to make sure it got through to her.

‘Flashy’ finally noticed the concerned and troubled faces in the people around us. She looked a little ashamed, for once. That didn’t last long, however. “Just so it’s perfectly clear, by seriously fucked up I was talking about something like sleeping with him and then posting on social media that he’s like a mannequin in bed and has a micropenis. You know, something that would hurt his chances at getting any hook ups.”

Before I could tell Regina that what she just said didn’t help as much as she might have thought it did, a strange thing happened. A golden labrador came out of nowhere, ran up to Regina, bit into her belt, stole it, and ran past the crowd. Since Regina had refused to button herself up (and my idiotic past self had left her do that) and she was just pushed, the coat was opened and showed her whole naked self to everyone staring at her.

I flew myself and the flashing ‘Flashy’ above the crowd, making even more people look at her tits and be compelled to follow us. I tried to spot the dog, but all I could see was a blonde white woman. Who was naked. And was biting the belt like a chew toy. And turned herself into the labrador from before and legged it.

“What the fuck?”