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Endless Fun Park is composed of dozens or hundreds of what could metaphorically be called 'biomes.' Each usually has a distinct theme and their sizes can range from a single, large chamber to mile-long tracts of the ring-shaped labyrinth. While many of the park's traps are common across all locales, there are a few unique ones to be found in each habitat. It is important to note that the Nova Collection, the show runners, periodically shift locales around to keep contestants on their toes.

One such biome is a garish vision of the future as presented by old-school science fiction. The labyrinth walls and decorative flourishes are all composed of chrome and rounded edges. The lights here are dimmed because if they were allowed to shine the contestants and viewers would be soundly blinded by the glare. The moody lighting only enhances the retro-futuristic air of the place. Endless Fun Park's latest contestant makes her way down one of the area's dozen indistinguishable corridors. She had emerged into this unfamiliar territory after passing through an area she had recalled from watching EFP herself. Now the husky is completely lost. Like so many contestants before her she had held the ill-conceived notion that she could study the park intently and use her knowledge of its layout to triumph over it. She confidently signed her life away. She even laughed when offered friendly advice by the registrar. She has been in the park for twenty minutes and is already hopelessly lost.

Zephyr is a hale and peppy twenty-something with round, green eyes. She has an enviable physique and knows this. Nude, as all EFP contestants are when they begin their excursion, Zephyr strides along unfettered. Her bouncing hips betray her spunk. But a little modesty goes a long way and it lends the dog an enticing charm. The park sees a huge number of unsightly or simply average-looking contestants and these are not terribly popular for obvious reasons. This husky is surely drawing an audience. A ravenous crowd that is hoping for her titillating failure. Some contestants welcome the park's twisted machinations and enter the park for a chance to realize a fantasy; a huge number in fact. Many of them linger in the park indefinitely and become Czars; the park's entitled and popular 'wardens.' Zephyr is not one of these characters. She seeks to enter the Nova Collection and make a name for herself. She grins broadly. 'ZEPHYR,' fifty-feet high and in neon lights, she fancies. Another reason Zephyr will make for a popular contestant is precisely because of her idealism. Everyone loves to see a wide-eyed, virginal type laid low.

The husky enters a clearing and lets out a sigh. She isn't claustrophobic, but she is already tiring of the plainness of this particular area. She pads into a featureless expanse of silver. The ground is chrome, the distant walls are chrome. Zephyr's only reprieve from the sameness is the ceiling windows which look out into space and The Nova Collection proper. The brightly glinting space station beckons.

"I'm coming for you." She says fiercely, making a fist. She turns to her only companion: the Cam-Orb that is to record her progress. She grabs the spindly wire sticking out of its top, points the camera at her face, and gives the viewers a thumbs up paired with a coquettish grin.

The Endless Fun Park does have one reliable quirk. No matter where one is located in the park the traps are more treacherous and numerous near an exit. This high-risk, high-reward feature has resulted in many a climactic failure with a season-long favorite contestant falling into an unfortunate trap with the much-coveted exit teleporter in sight. Park winners have recommended that brave contestants "Seek chaos," as this will eventually bring them closer to an exit. Zephyr is mid-way across the open field of metal when chaos finds her.

Emerging from the corridor to Zephyr's left is a large bipedal bird. Judging by its yellow plumage and strong legs it is likely a chocobo. Because a Cam-Orb is tailing it the bird is definitely a contestant. The poor sap must have been transformed into its current form. It is running in abject panic with its wings flapping uselessly. Standing to the side Zephyr notices that the bird is being chased and even at a distance Zephyr can tell that it is a Czar. They walk with a swagger no normal contestant could muster. The Park is a playground for them. This Czar, an alligator female, topless, follows the escaped chocobo at a casual jog. She carries a saddle.

The chocobo spots Zephyr and heads toward her. The husky becomes self-aware. She doesn't want to make herself a target for the alligator by helping the chocobo and in any case there's nothing she could do if she wanted to. There are means of transforming others to be found in the park but most of these are snatched up by Czars as soon as they are made available as was probably the case with this alligator. The bird approaches and flaps its wings imploringly at Zephry who simply raises her hands in helplessness.

"Waaaark! Kweehh!" The poor contestant tries to speak. It continuously peers over its shoulder at the approaching Czar.

"Ahhh, sorry! There's nothing I can do." Zephy says, "Good luck." She steps away from the chocobo and heads for the path from which it had come. It watches heartbroken as she goes, but soon continues its flight. Zephyr gives the Czar a wide berth. The alligator notices her, looks her up and down lustily, and continues after her original prey. A very close call. In caution the husky waits until the pair have disappeared from view before continuing on her way.

"Man, I hate turning my back on him, but what could I do?" She muses aloud to her Cam-Orb. She pads into the corridor. Still featureless as the field she had just passed. She grimaces. In some parts of the park there are tells for hidden traps. A trip-wire here, a distinct floor panel there. One isn't always in a calm mindset to be able to take advantage of this fact, but the hints are there. This chrome area is completely undisturbed and samey. Zephyr has no clue what form the next trap might take. She walks slowly. Her sensitive ears scan continuously.

The going is thankfully uneventful for a few minutes before the dog hears approaching steps. By the rhythm of its steps and sound of its large, clacking claws she can tell that it is a quadruped, most likely a dragon or lizard. Zephyr loses track of the direction from which it is coming due to the echoing of the steps. She is at a crossroads and opts to back into the corridor from which she'd come to hide herself. Only too late however. Her ears swivel sharply rearward as she realizes the creature is rapidly approaching from behind.

"Yarf, yarf!"

Zephyr whirls around in shock to find that her assumption was correct. A quadrupedal dragon comes to a screeching halt before her. He is proportioned a bit like a feral bulldog with large, burly forelimbs and relatively stumpy hind legs. He is light green in color with large, blunt, dark-green claws. His eyes are bright and happy. The Cam-Orb following him marks him as a contestant and not a construct of the park. He has apparently fallen into a number of traps. There is the effect that put him into this dragon form and he also wears a latex bodysuit that covers all of him but his head and paws. He hops around Zephyr excitedly, barking. Zephyr, with her notorious weakness for all things cute, bends and pats the dragon on his big, dopey head.

"Awww you are such a cutie pie!" She says. The contestant is either hypnotized or his/her mind is subsumed in their new body because he acts like a normal pet. He licks and nudges the husky. After a few moments of playing with the non-threatening dragon. Zephyr begins to feel uncomfortable. She doesn't know who this person was. Taking advantage of them like this feels wrong. She stands and recomposes herself. She tries talking to the dragon and can't keep herself from using a babying tone.

"What happened to you? Poor guy."

"Yap, Wurrf." He barks, turning and gesturing down the corridor to the pair's right.

Whats's going on huh?" Zephyr looks down the path and finds only more of the same silvery blandness. "What's down there?" The dragon barks and takes a few steps forward. He then doubles back and licks Zephyr's hand.

"You want me to go that way?" The dragon nods.

"Wait you can understand me?" She says, taken aback. The dragon continues barking and gives no further hints of sentience.

Zephyr weighs her options. She has no idea where she ought to go, naturally. Her inclination is to follow the dragon. 'It might make for more fun than wandering around alone' she thinks, 'and he's so stinking cute.' The husky decides that there's no harm in sticking with the him. She reasons that he might have some memories of the progress he had made before his transformation.

"Alright come on!" She says, bounding after the dragon. She takes no more than four steps toward him before she finds that her paws are mired in the silvery ground. Zephyr tugs and tugs at her legs but they are stuck fast, submerged. Whats more the ground is spreading upward in a liquid form. The latex suit is a trap that anyone who has seen Endless Fun Park once will at least be aware of. It is the park's most ubiquitous trap. Almost every victor emerges from the park wearing some variety of suit. Zephyr supposes that it was a matter of time before she was stuck in one herself. The trap must not have activated for the dragon because he is already wearing one. There are far worse and more prohibitive traps in the park.

"Auugh damn, already?" Zephyr says. She is forced onto her toes as high heels are form on her feet; obnoxiously tall ones. As the liquid coats her it changes in color to a hot pink and as it solidifies it becomes taut latex. The husky's fur is coated inch by inch. She shudders as the stuff covers her thighs. It is a bit chilly at first before her body heat warms it. The latex coats her hips and waist. To the dog's embarrassment there are holes in the crotch and rear of the suit for ease of access. The latex coats her bare breasts, her arms, her hands. It stops its spread at her neck and in a final flourish forms a collar around her neck. Now wearing her irremovable suit Zephyr's heels are released from the ground and she clops forward awkwardly. The dragon bounds up to her. She uses him for balance.

"Aww, thanks." The husky says. She isn't terribly used to wearing heels so this trap will definitely slow her progress as it has for many, many contestants before her. And, oddly, she feels more self-conscious in the sexy outfit than she did in the nude. She hasn't reached the point of mortification, but she blushes a bit as the Orb broadcasts her pronounced curves and shiny rear to a horny galaxy. "Well hey, at least we match now." Zephyr runs her hand along the dragon's back emitting a loud squeak. She chuckles awkwardly.

When Zephyr has gotten the hang of her high heels she again follows the dragon who had sat himself patiently a dozen feet ahead of her.

"Ok well here we go again." Zephyr says. She follows the eager dragon at a distance. They take a left at the end of their current corridor. Zephyr pouts. She is moving at half speed now and she can't seem to shoo the camera from her rear end which is firm because of the suit and jiggling with each step because of her heels.

"Dragon do you know where we're going? Can you really understand me?" Zephyr tries. The dragon barks and speeds up in response. "Ugh, What am I doing?" The husky shakes her head.

There is a clicking. Only a creature with excellent hearing could have caught it. Zephyr freezes mid-step with her ears twitching back and forth to find its source. Had she triggered something? She jumps backward stumblingly and scans the corridor walls to find nothing out of the ordinary. Out of the corner of her eye she notices that the dragons rear paw is stepping off a pressure-sensitive plate. She watches as the tile depresses slightly and, once his paw is removed, it rises and merges with the surrounding chrome. Yet nothing was triggered, once again.

"Oooh, that was close." Zephyr says, clopping carefully toward the tile. When it smoothed into the rest of the floor she lost track of its exact location. The dragon sits patiently before her and beyond the trap. "That's so weird. Did you get this trap already too?" Zephyr bends over, no easy task in her tall footwear, and feels the ground for some trace of the tile. Gliding her latex-coated fingers over its surface doesn't yield any clues to the thing's location.

"Where did that thing--"

"Yarf!" The dragon barks suddenly and loudly. The husky who had been teetering forward is startled and collapses onto her chest. She winces though this isn't due to the smarting of her fall. She had fallen directly onto the trap panel, heard its activation, and an instant later felt a stinging sensation in her rear which is presently jutting into the air. Peering over her shoulder Zephyr finds that a syringe dart has found its way into her left ass cheek and emptied its contents.

"Oooohhh boy." Zephyr says, still laying on her knees and chest. The solution is already taking effect in the form of a tingling sensation throughout most of her body, but particularly in the breasts and butt. "Hnnng. Oooh god." She groans. She holds her rear as it steadily expands. The smart latex of her suit accommodates the new volume well. The husky's hips widen top absurd proportions and by the time her ass has slowed its inflation she can barely hold it in both hands. The husky who is leaning on her breasts already is then lifted further off the ground when they expand as well. This part of the transformation is uncomfortable not only because of the tingling, but because as the husky's boobs approach their new, cartoonish size they increase in sensitivity roughly in proportion. "Nnnnnoo, not this one! Too big." Zephyr groans, hugging her massively-sized breasts. Large as they are they remain perky somehow and are supported by the suit. Finally Zephyr's lower lip plumps up noticeably. This trap is another common one: hyper-feminizing solution. It makes females out of males and makes females into over-sexualized caricatures of their former selves. When the swelling and tingling finally subside Zephyr manages to rise to her knees.

"Come on, this is ridiculous!" Zephyr says. She gives an experimental sway of her chest. Her huge breasts jiggle continuously leaving the husky slack-jawed. She is forced to stop them manually. She falls onto her rump and is surprised when she instantly lands on her thick rump. Zephyr can't help but gawk at her exaggerated proportions. She is certainly mortified now and bites her luscious lip in anxiety. The Cam-Orb circles her excitedly. The dragon then appears and breaks Zephyr out of her trance by pouncing on her. He presses her onto her back and, to her frustration, lands with his meaty paws directly on her boobs. He plants them there as he licks her face.

"Ahhh! Off, off!" She says. The dragon refuses. The husky is forced to roll over and shove him off herself. She stands then in a huff and pouts at the camera.

"Know what? Forget you." She says. She begins clopping past the trap and away from the creature. She had felt ridiculous before coming under the effects of the feminizing dart, but now it would be impossible for anyone to take her seriously. She is a goofy latex hoourglass in heels with her face flushing a red so bright that it is picked up by the Cam-Orb. "You're very cute and I'm sorry you got turned into a dragon, but you are nothing but trouble. I'm out of here." The dragon quirks its head to the side, evidently not understanding her which only makes the husky feel even more stupid as she turns and directs her heavy, bouncing gait in the opposite direction. The dragon doesn't follow.

Zephyr can no longer face the Cam-Orb and averts her gaze when it sweeps in front of her for yet another glimpse at her shiny cleavage. She stomps in as much a show of anger as she can convey with her new form. There is a left turn ahead that she plans to take in order to put the dragon behind her. Looking over her shoulder she finds that it is sitting motionless where she'd left it.

"I wonder if he'll ever get out." She says. She approaches the left-turn expecting more of the same cold metal.

Rounding the corner she indeed finds much more of the same, but also finds something new, something she did not expect to see this early in her excursion. Standing one hundred feet down the corridor is an elliptical black pad and above it is a glittering, green 'Exit! Congratulations' sign.

"Oh ho!" Zephyr blurts. She cannot believe her luck. She has been in the park for under an hour. Is it a record-breaking achievement to find an exit so quickly? The husky finds herself automatically sidling toward the exit and she soon decides to make a sprint for it. She clob-clop-clops excitedly, ignoring the obnoxious jiggling of her femenine assets. "Herre I com--Uhhh?" Zephyr is caught. Once again her feet have been cemented to the floor. She hoped for an instant that she had simply tripped, but no. Looking down she finds that her heels have merged with the ground. And once again the ground is coming to life around her.

"No no no no! I was so close! I didn't know there were traps this close!" She shouts to no one in particular. The chrome itself is consuming Zephyr now. It rises in a thick tide. This is the worst trap she could have run into. The silvery stuff coats her legs and she finds them immovable. It is not a coating of metal, but an extremely thick rubber or latex. Zephyr's heels are attached to the ground, but she is soon unable to lift her legs as well. She herself shines like the chrome she has been surrounded by for the last half-hour. Footsteps approach from behind.

"What? What are you doing here?" Zephyr says, gaspingly. The husky's thick rear is enveloped in an inch or two of solid latex. At this point Zephyr notices that the chrome coating is leaving her privates and anus exposed, of course.

The dragon comes to stand before Zephyr. He looks her up and down and then runs in the direction of the exit.

"What you're going to steal my exit? Bastard." The dragon does not bound onto the teleporter, but instead picks up an unseen something that is hidden behind it. Having retrieved this item the dragon returns. It appears to be holding a auto-injector syringe. Zephyr shudders as her svelte waist becomes rigid and immovable. The dragon, displaying unnatural dexterity stands his device needle-upward and lowers his rump onto it which causes the gadget to inject its contents automatically. Then the dragon goes through a transformation of his own.

The first change it goes through is a shift from quadrupedal form to bipedal form. He retains his burly arms, but soon his paws are replaced by strong hands. In a captivating shift the dragon loses its 'cute' aspect all at once. Its soft, round-eyed face is replaced with a hard-edged and definitely masculine one. As he completes the shift into a bipedal configuration his genitals become apparent in a protruding mound within his black latex suit.

"Ggggrah. Hooo." The dragon says. Its mouth cracks and shifts. It is soon able to form words. "That always feels so -weird-. I love it." The green dragon stands now at about the height of Zephyr's breasts. He has certainly been transformed by the park before as no amount of exercise would give a creature muscular proportions like this dragon possesses. His legs are stumpy, but his arms are as wide and strong as tree trunks. They shine in places within his latex suit. He approaches Zephyr while spinning the injector on a claw. "Why did you run? Why did you run?!"

"What-what's going on?" Zephyr asks. The chrome has coated much of her upper body now. Her arms are motionless by her side, trapped in big paw-like mitts. Her breasts jiggle no longer in their shiny prison. Only her neck and head or movable now, but she is losing that privilege by the inch. The dragon turns and takes hold of his Cam-Orb.

"Alright gang. You voted. Dom delivered. The 'cute lost dragon' trick claims yet another newbie." The dragon called Dom says, adopting a playful persona. "It doesn't always work. You guys know that. Luckily this doll was gullible enough to fall for it. I knew she would be. Sweet girls like her really can't help themselves."

"H-hey." Zephyr whimpers. She has been had. It hadn't occurred to her that a Czar would pretend to have been trapped. He looked so innocent that she was certain he was an unfortunate contestant. That was the cruel genius of the ruse. This Czar literally transformed himself in order to catch his prey. She had been gullible and now is going to be a statue. He had led her to his choice of traps and caused her to fumble into each.

"Excellent choice of traps by the way guys. I couldn't have picked them better myself. Alright, dog how are we doing?" The dragon turns around, a lewd grin disrupting his face. In other circumstances Zephyr might consider this dragon very handsome. The husky is about to say something nasty to the dragon when she finds she is no longer able to do so. Her mouth is manipulated by the chrome into a gaping yawn. It freezes this way, an inviting hole for a pleasure-seeking passerby.

"Hackk, Unnngh." Zephyr says, attempting to move her rigid lips. Her head is stuck in place. The cool chrome covers her nose leaving two holes for air. Her eyes are covered by two one-way glassy films. She can see out, but to the outside world they are the blank eyes of a statue. Finally Zephyr's ears are coated. The last bit of mobility that she had is taken from her. "Huuuuungh."

"Very nice. You know I didn't even get your name. Ah well, I'll look it up later. Haha." Dom laughs at his Cam-Orb. He approaches Zephyr, licking his chops. "What a shapely statue. You are going to look amazing in my place."

"Hunh?"

Dom ignores the husky's vocalizations as he very closely inspects her frozen form. He leans onto her front side, his face between her massive breasts, and gropes her ass. His hands are huge and can actually cup the cheeks quite well. He gets comfortable like this and dry humps the captive husky for a bit. "So nice. You can't move, but you're still pretty soft on the outside. And look at these fun-bags. My god what a freak you are."

Zephyr groans. Her eyes drift once again to the exit teleporter. Its Congratulations sign taunts her. It is maybe a dozen feet from her now. So close and yet completely unreachable. Zephyr is yanked from her melancholy as she feels herself being hoisted into the air by the dragon. His burly pphysique ensures that the task is an easy one. The husky has the odd sensation of being stiff as a board. She is face down, unable to see anything more than the outside of the dragon's thigh and his foot.

"Uggggh." Zephyr groans.

"Oh don't worry. I'm sure that coating will shed in a couple weeks or so." Dom says. He does not try to hide his mirth.

"Wuukks!?"

"Sure... maybe." Dom says. One of his hands wanders. Zephyr soon feels a claw poke cheekily into her exposed anus. She squirms inside her prison. His blunt claws are really huge. "Until then I promise you will be very well entertained. And so will I, heh." Dom fumbles with the injector. He tears a secondary device from it. Zephyr soon hears the familiar woosh of a Vimm's Loop opening. These are very commonly used portals. It is unsurprising that a Czar would posses one. The park contestants truly have their work cut out for them. The Czars know the park and usually receive perks like Dom's Vimm gun to further stack the game in their favor. It figures. The Park is valued much more by the Collection as their cash-cow franchise than as a hiring hurdle. The pair step though the Vimm hole and find themselves in a dimly lit den. Zephyr scoffs when she finds that all of the moderately-sized room's furnishings are littered with sex-toys and paraphernalia.

Dom kicks aside a few leather somethings, maneuvers Zephyr, his prize, and plants her in a corner. He steps back, appraising his placement, before gripping her again and adjusting her position. She stands then in the pose in which she had frozen. Standing unevenly on her heels with a look of shock frozen on her face.

"Huuuu muuhh." Zephyr moans. She looks helplessly over the dragon's messy abode. Dom himself has found a seat on the arm of his couch and is kneading the bugle in his latex suit. He looks her over with glazed-over eyes "Huh?"

"Oh sorry. The fans are having another vote. I was hoping they'd be done by now. Hope they hurry up, I'm getting pretty damn excited just looking at you. They're deciding which of your holes I'm going to use first. I'll probably plug up the rest with dildos. Sound alright?"

"Naaugh!"

"I'm sorry. what was that? Just be patient alright? Don't go anywhere. Haha." Dom rests back on the sofa and kneads his bulge.

"Unnnggg." The husky wishes sorely that she could take back the last half-hour of her life.