Lorica tugged at her bindings, feeling rather sheepish about being so easily wrestled and wrangled by a frail dragon like Maypop. Uncharacteristically, Maypop was alone this time, but it would be always best to assume that there was a gang of goons ready to beat you to a pulp if you resisted.
What was unusual is that it didn't seem like Lorica was struggling in order to be free, but to instead warn Maypop about the strange shoe-box container she had discovered just minutes before being dragged into a van and taken to some small house in the middle of a swamp.

"So, you thought you could hide it from me?" Maypop asked with a wide smile on her face.

It was clear to Lorica that Maypop had, yet again, not done enough research into the situation and has assumed, yet again, that Lorica had stole a treasure from her. Unfortunately with her mouth sealed shut and gagged, Lorica could only communicate in squealing, which Maypop still has trouble comprehending, despite her expertise in kidnapping. She shook her head and rocked her chair, but couldn't convey the danger of the cardboard pandora's box Maypop was about to open.

"Ha, struggle all you want! Not only will I have a grand jewel to sell off, but I might even get plenty of money for a blue dragon like yourself!"

But there was no jewels inside. Before Maypop's interruption of Lorica's exploration, she had opened the box slightly to see what was inside, and there was something familiar to her almost immediately: The Schnappermäuse. She had read about them in her folklore books, strange living fabric creatures hell-bent on capturing and torturing their victims. How? Why? It's never been known. There are theories, some linking to a sowing witch who simply wanted some pets of her own, some linking to a secret dimension where everything is made from fabric, but most called them out to be a false story to scare children and the mere notion that a Schnappermäuse exists is laughable and deserving of mockery.

Without a second of hesitation, Maypop ripped open the box lid, the force of which caused a few fabric mice to launch out from the box and onto the floor. They were still at first, Maypop looking into the box and even shaking it a little to look for the jewel, but there was nothing else inside.

"H-hey, what is the meaning of th-"

Almost like a call to action, the Schnappermäuse leaped out of the box and began to crawl from head to toe over Maypop's body. She tried to fight back, but the mice exuberated some intense strength over her, and while it's known that a stray wind could knock Maypop off her feet, it was still an unusual sight for Lorica to watch.
They were quick too, taking clear inspiration from Lorica's situation, they managed to get Maypop onto another chair, prop her feet on a stool after taking her shoes off, tied her up tightly, and before she could scream some incomprehensible curse, her mouth was gagged and sealed up.

Now the two of them were tied up in chairs, unable to get free. Maypop drew Lorica some daggers, assuming this was all a trick she had come up with to get back at her for the camping incident. But that expression was quickly wiped from her face and a loud squeak and snort shot from her nostrils as she could suddenly feel some tickly sensation on the soles of her feet. The Schnappermäuse began to slither across her soles, the base of each mouse felt like a thousand tiny feathers stroking at once, and no matter how much Maypop tried to wriggle and shake her feet, the Schnappermäuse would barely budge. They got up her arch of each foot, between her toes, scratching at her heels, they tried mercilessly to make sure every inch of her feet were covered.

Lorica could only watch as Maypop let out growls and grunts between her squeaks of laughter. Her heart was racing, as the thought of any torture like this would drive her mad. But it wouldn't be a mere thought for long. She looked over to her side, hoping to find something that might set her free, only to find another group of Schnappermäuse slithering towards her. She begged, for all the good it would do, as they made their way up her chair legs and scampered down her robes towards those large feet of hers...

At the very least, when this is all over, she could write an angry letter to the authors of those folklore books and hope to get things changed in future iterations.

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Commission for agbedon on dA

The Schnappermäuse are his own creation, and he wanted to introduce them to these two lovely dragon ladies, one of which is very deserving, the other is just a victim of circumstance.

Schnappermäuse belong to agbedon
Lorica and Maypop are mine