It was one of of the stranger projects Myuphrid had ever been involved with, but when it came to working with Renee Tamiia, strange was usually the order of the day. Besides, it usually turned out to be rather fun, and this particular scheme of his had sounded especially intriguing - the fox hadn't gone too deeply into the details, but mentions of "makeup" and "dolls" had piqued Myuphrid's interest. And so here the dracolupe sat, by a brightly-lit makeup booth, his black hair pulled back under an Alice band, and completely naked for some reason. Renee had assured him things would work best this way. Myuphrid had simply nodded politely, if embarrassedly at the suggestion, and now sat with his legs crossed shyly. That particular part of Renee's idea hadn't been much of a surprise, in truth - Renee's idea of "fun" often entailed this sort of thing, and more besides. If nothing else, it would be an adventure.
Just as Myuphrid was wondering where Renee had got to, a clattering from across the studio heralded his arrival. He was making his way over to the waiting dracolupe, dragging a cart behind him, bearing a large box.
"Sorry I'm late," he said by way of greeting. "This thing's hard to get around."
Myuphrid blinked at the hefty box. "I'll bet. What exactly are you planning that needs so much stuff?"
Renee grinned a typically devious grin. "You'll find out, won't you?" He stripped the plastic wrap and cardboard off one corner of the box and removed a sample of its contents: a small black makeup container labelled "White Porcelain". Myuphrid took the pot and opened it, examining the glossy white cream therein.
"So you're going to paint me up like a porcelain doll, are you?"
"Something like that - but how about we get started on this?" Renee suggested, taking the pot back and holding up a makeup pad. Myuphrid nodded eagerly and settled into the chair, ad with that Jasen began his work.
The cream was cold against Myuphrid's cheek as it was applied, but soon warmed up to a more comfortable temperature. Renee smeared it carefully over the side of the dracolupe's muzzle, going with the grain of his fur and smoothing it down.
"Now, for what I have in mind, you're going to have to keep still while I'm applying this," Renee explained. "Any movement could ruin the whole thing, and who knows how much I'll have to do to fix it. Anyway, I'm about to start on covering your mouth, so if you have anything to say, now's the time to say it."
Myuphrid shook his head a little, and let Renee continue his work. Renee smeared the makeup along the length of his lips, fading them into the ever-spreading white makeup. He continued to paint around the contours of his muzzle, blending everything into a smooth, unbroken surface. It was a slow and careful process, and he went through pots of makeup at a steady pace.
It occured to Myuphrid, as Renee painted the makeup down his neck, that the sensations of the pad over his face had been gradually fading as time had gone on. And now that he came to think of it, the feeling of the makeup had become gradually less and less like a cream, firmer and stiffer somehow. He began to flex his jaw experimentally, shifting the shape of the makeup around his mouth.
Renee looked up as he did this and glared at him. "Hey, knock that off! Don't ruin my work" Myuphrid looked away sheepishly and left it alone while Renee repaired the damage, filling in the imprint of his mouth.
"I guess you've noticed the way this makeup reacts to the air. Well, don't worry, it's no cause for alarm. Should make it a bit more hard-wearing - if you'll just stop fidgeting!"
Myuphrid gave an apologetic "mmph! through his painted muzzle.
"Okay, good. Now I'll be painting your eyelids, so go ahead and close them..."
Myuphrid obediently shut his eyes, and Renee carefully began applying the cream to them. Within minutes, every area of green fur above Myuphrid's shoulders was covered in glossy white, and devoid of any features save the shallow imprint of his eyes. Even his nostrils seemed completely eliminated under the cream, though much to the dracolupe's relief Renee had somehow managed to leave his breathing unimpeded.
As Renee applied more makeup to Myuphrid's shoulders, Myuphrid tried to open his eyes - only to find them held shut under the cream. Alarmed, he almost make to force them open, only to remember Renee's order not to move.
"Hmmmph?" he mumbled urgently. Renee looked up at him, not that Myuphrid could tell.
"Don't worry, I meant to do that. It's all for the sake of the shoot. You'll look lovely, trust me."
Myuphrid shuffled a little in the chair but calmed himself down as Renee smeared even more makeup over his eyes. Soon enough though, something new happened: there was a rustle of plastic unfurling just before Myuphrid.
"That's about it for the layer on your face," he explained, "time to take care of the rest of you. First, give me your foot."
Myuphrid raised a leg, only to feel Renee taking it and sliding what felt like a thin rubber ballet slipper that forced his toes to point straight down, soon followed by another on the other foot. Renee took him by the hand and helped him into a standing position. Myuphrid teetered for a second or two on his new footwear, which seemed to lift him at least two inches off the floor. Just as he was catching his balance on them, Myuphrid felt something being wrapped around his chest and tightened. Even as he caught his breath from the corset, yet another item was wrapped around his torso, giving him a distinct weighty feeling in the chest.
With these unseen accessories applied, Renee opened another container - a bigger one than before, by the sound of it - and began brushing him with a much larger brush, covering his entire body. Over the next several minutes, he painted every part of him over with the makeup, sealing the accesories seamlessly with his form, rendering the rest of his body as smooth, blank and white as his face. Even as Renee finished smoothing out the last few contours, Myuphrid could feel the makeup drying and stiffening over him.
"Now, time to put your face on..." Renee said, pushing Myuphrid back down into the chair. With his face under a porcelain-white mask, Myuphrid could neither see nor feel the delicate lines Renee was painting on him, the black lips and lashes over his own. He could feel the wig being slid down his horns and settled over his own hair, though, before Renee stood him up once more and slid something up over his covered body. Judging by the soft squeaking it made as Renee adjusted it, it was made of latex.
"Well, you're all finished, my little dolly!" Renee announced, taking a step back to admire his work. "You okay in there?"
"Mm-hmm" Myuphrid replied. All the paint was making him more than a little stiff, but other than that he was quite comfy.
"Great! Let's get these photos taken then, shall we?"
Renee took Myuphrid by his make-up coated mitt-hand and led him carefully across the room. Teetering on his en-pointe platform shoes, Myuphrid finally came to a slightly unsteady halt.
"Okay then," Renee said, fiddling with a camera. "let's see some nice poses from you, Myu. Think "geisha" and "mannequin"."
Somehow, inside the thick layer of white, "mannequin" wasn't too hard. As Renee's camera clicked away, Myuphrid did his best to pose for him, even through the ever-stiffening makeup. Soon enough, deep into the mindset of a geisha mannequin, Myuphrid lost track of time, doing his best to pose prettily and daintily.
Eventually, Renee set his camera down. "That should be enough pictures for now. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a bit hungry after all that, so I'll just get something to eat."
Myuphrid's tummy gave a little rumble, reminding him how long it had been since breakfast. He made to follow Renee, but he found himself unable to move. He tried to jerk himself out of his pose, but no matter what motion he made, the makeup neutralised it.
"Mmmm! Mmmmpph!" he mumbled as loud as he could in his porcelain prison.
"Don't worry, Myu, you make a lovely porcelain doll! Stay right there, I'll be back soon."
Renee walked out of the studio, leaving Myuphrid immobile and alone. No matter how much he squirmed, his makeup remained inescapable, leaving him all dolled up...