With a deep bow, Tanu the blacksmith handed the katana to the noblewoman who had commissioned it. The daimyo herself, Aisika Wakaida, gracefully admired the superior quality of the blade, one of several she had personally hired the sword-crafting tanuki for. “Each one a masterpiece. Your craftmanship is unrivalled, Tanu~” The feudal lady spoke approvingly. “I assure you it will find a worthy wielder~” “I am honoured, Wakaida-sama.” He bowed even deeper. “But, if I may so humbly ask…” “You may~” “Who are the guards I am making my swords for? I see you appreciate my art to the fullest and shall continue my work, but I have not seen any of your soldiers wielding it.” The brown-furred canid patiently waited for an answer, hoping he had not offended Aisika with his prying. But the noble feline simply smiled. “An excellent question, young smith. In fact, do you wish to meet them~?” If Tanu had been looking up at her, he would’ve noticed her smile gaining a slightly devious undertone, and her gaze briefly shifting towards a corner of the room, as if to give a hidden signal…
Within the blink of an eye, a black and purple figure rushed at him, clamped a strange smelling cloth over his face and then everything went dark… He woke again in a strange room, stripped of his robes and instead wearing a tight harness of silken ropes the figures were securing him with. "Wh-Gah! Mi-Ai-Aisika!! What on earth is happening!?" The still groggy tanuki exclaimed embarrassedly. Haughty, triumphant laughter filled the chamber in reply. “Sweet Tanu, I am merely reminding you of my cunning kunoichi, and demonstrating the swiftness of the claws that shall wield your blades. “Besides, why should Hibiki have all the fun~?” She stood up, and slowly approached the increasingly restrained canid and revealing she was holding several printed cloths in her hand. “There are different ways to demonstrate their skills, instead of on me!” Tanu complained indignantly, but unfortunately Aisika decided to cut him short by packing one of the cloths into his mouth, swiftly binding it in place with a second one. Savouring the sound of the gagged Tanuki’s muffled protests, the frisky feudal lady swaddled her captive’s mouth with an additional six clothes, while her ninja’s finished up their enticing shibari harness.
The devious smile returned to Aisika’s lips. “Now to see if you are as sensitive as Hibiki told me~”
Art by :iconfaust1173: Tanu belongs to :iconTrevHart~: Aisika and her ninjas are mine
