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some powerplay, because otherwise this post would be one sentence long. >.>


Alma listened to his protest without much hint of either sympathy or anger, then proceeded to try shoving the skirt over his head anyway. She wasn't able to get further than his neck, but it was enough. She cackled at the male lying underneath her. "Aren't you just the kwyootest little pup-eee ever!" This was followed by a pat on the head. It was true that Alma never display much interest in males - or females, for that matter - but that was perhaps due to a lack of social interaction. This one certainty hadn't seemed all that interesting at first, but now that he was embarrassed and looking quite ridiculous - she could see the appeal. Still, she wasn't going to give him what he wanted; she didn't want to think of what the offspring of his blood would be like.

Instead, Alma sat back and pondered what she might do next. She didn't want to waste any of the materials she had gathered, and neither did she want to go through all the trouble of dressing him. Now that he knew she was serious, he might try to resist violently if she went any further.

It occurred to her that this situation would be much more funny if someone else was here to witness this. Though chances were, by the time she had dragged him off in public, he'd have figured out how to get the garment off. "Hmm.." The coyote smiled suddenly, looking down at him. She'd just have to tie his hands, that was all. She reached for another long piece of cloth - a sweater this time - and then for his paws.

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