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"Will this thing really do everything that you claim it will? I mean...it's just a rubbery suit..."

Skepticism was something that Becky had to deal with on an almost daily basis, but when you worked in a bar that was literally called "The Occult," it would be hard to find any surprise in that fact.

People walked through the front doors of the dark, ornate building every single day, expecting to see something extremely different on the inside. It was every bit as black and Gothic on the interior as it was on the exterior, but where the name would lead one to believe that it was a place of dark magic and forbidden rituals, the menus on the walls brought customers back down to earth...

...When Becky wasn't pushing her side business.

"It's latex, for starters," she pointed out, "And you'll just have to trust me that this thing is worth every penny. If anonymity is really what you're going for, this is the best that you can do."

"It just looks like a pup-play suit," Aaron protested, as he held the smooth, stretchy material in his hands and gazed over it. The lights in the bar, dim as they were, left a calm, subtle glow of orange upon the surface of the latex, creating a haunting glow that would lead Aaron to believe that there was more to the suit than Becky was explaining. "All this is going to do is get me kicked out of fancier establishments..."

Becky sighed and began tugging back on the hood of the outfit. "Well, if you really aren't interested, then I'll just put it back for the next customer."

Icy blue eyes were covered by tired eyelids as Becky shut them tightly. She was struggling to make a sale lately, and she hated resorting to guilting and rushing someone into a purchase, but that was exactly her intention, and she knew that it was working to her benefit, when she felt Aaron tugging on the other end of the garment.

"L-look, I didn't mean to insult you," Aaron corrected himself as quickly as he could. "I just don't have the vision for this kind of stuff that you do, I guess."

Though she wasn't in the business of rentals, Becky stroked her chin in thought as her ears picked up on the quiet, high pitched streeeeeeetch of the latex in her other paw. "So you want to do a trial run; is that it?"

"Could you do something like that for me?"

"Normally, I'd tell you to buy the thing or get lost, at this point," Becky admitted, "But since you seem like the kind of person who would really get a lot of use out of it, perhaps letting you take it for a test drive will convince you to come back and pay the full price. You leave me a couple hundred bucks tonight as a deposit, and if you really hate it, I'll take it back and refund your money."

The small, narrow holes where eyes should have been gazed up at Aaron as he looked down upon the stretchy outfit, and the sculpted muzzle appeared to take on a ghostly smirk, as if it could see right into his thoughts, somehow knowing that he was going to give in to temptation.

"And if I decide I don't like it, I just pry myself out of it and bring it back, right?"

"That's right."

"What if I do like it?"

Becky snickered as she reached out. She could already see Aaron fumbling around with his wallet, using his non-dominant hand. "Then I doubt you'll ever be able to find a way out of it, honestly. I've been told by previous customers that these suits really have a tendency to grow on people."

To some people, Becky was the only source of comfort in a dreary world, and the greatest confidant that a person could ask for.

To Aaron, her mannerisms were downright spooky, and the way that she treated the suit like a living being was that much worse.

"I...I'll take it," Aaron kept a tight grip on his money, until Becky gave it another gentle tug. She knew that he just needed one last, little push to make the decision official, and when he didn't try to snatch his money back, she knew that he was sold on the concept, at least for the rest of the night.

She didn't expect him to sneak outside right after, but she wasn't terribly surprised, either. A lot of the things that she sold carried something of a shameful connotation with them, and the process by which they worked wasn't always the most pleasant.

Thankfully, Becky had customers to worry about, and their conversation pieces about miserable sex lives and girl troubles helped her soft, rounded ears to drown out the cries of panic as latex began to bond with Aaron's skin.

She couldn't drown out the noise completely, but...then again, she didn't want to. Her own desires were fulfilled by virtue of the purchase, and she could just imagine the panic in the pits of his eyes as thick, black latex came to life and crawled up along the muscles of his calves, en route to wrapping his thighs in a tight, smooth prison. Her own womanhood began to quake with delight as she focused on her mind's eye, drowning out the boring conversations with her customers in favor of the thought of a caramel brown underbelly running up over Aaron's torso, and his screams of fear being drowned out by the living material pouring into his mouth.

It may have been a lonely life for Becky; she couldn't imagine anyone in the world who would understand her twisted fetishes, but the bottom of a small, curved piece of wood on the bar was her best friend at the moment, allowing her to grind her pubic bone in a secretive form of masturbation, all without having to remove her skirt, or even take a break from her job.

Her fantasy wasn't far from the truth, as Aaron was foolish enough to try sneaking the suit on in the alleyway behind the bar, and already, he was on his knees, his voice drowned the spreading latex. Every inch of his body was changed by the suddenly gooey substance as it slipped along, softening the body underneath. Narrow hips grew wider in the wake of the latex, and as Aaron's manhood was pressed up into his own crotch, he could feel it sinking into his flesh as if it was melting away, but there was no pain to accompany the eerie sensation...there was only the realization that full, heavy bosom were growing out from his chest as he tried to cry out, once more.

The sound was trapped by a mask of latex, and each consecutive cry forced out a bubble from the front of his face, until it began to take shape, just like a smirking muzzle...

**

To quell boredom with alcohol wasn't always the best idea, but when you were sitting at a hotel bar, the expectation was generally that you would have a drink.

There was further expectation that you were going to be paying a high price for whatever kind of liquor you consumed, and sometimes, hotels could get away with charging top-shelf prices for the very worst alcohol that you could buy in a store.

"...Ten dollars for a glass of Sour Sam's? Are you kidding me?!" an angry customer tried to keep his grief down, but upon receiving his bill, and the few glasses that he consumed before, he wasn't quite using the indoor voice that he thought he was. "What kind of horseshit is this? They really think that they can get away with charging their guests this much money?"

A loose tie, an unbuttoned collar and ragged hair were all obvious signs that Joe Tapps was having a long business trip, and what little profits he was able to turn, he was turning into alcohol. The vicious cycle meant that he was able to make just enough to afford to stay in the hotel overnight, but at the rate he was going through his profits, he didn't know how much longer that was going to last.

The promise of something better, however, would be plenty of motivation to keep him around.

"They only serve swill at hotel bars, anyway," a voice slipped across his ears, and the delicate waves tied around each one like a tether, turning his head and literally stealing his attention. "If you were looking for something a little classier, you'd have to be lucky enough to share a room with someone, I'd bet."

Smoke and sensual honey were the voice of a female wolf, sitting just a few seats down the bar from Joe and casting heavy, emerald eyes upon him that he was shocked he hadn't noticed before. Their weight wasn't lost when he finally gazed back into them, and the arctic fox tried to right his tie as he turned and smiled nervously, feeling silly that he hadn't noticed the attentions of such an attractive woman until then.

Must have been the alcohol, he thought, and before he could bring his tie back to a clean state, the wolfess was standing before him, resting a paw upon his knuckles and stilling his nervous digits.

"Don't try to put on a display for me, stranger. I want to see you for who you really are," she explained, as her eyes narrowed upon him, while her grin spread wider. "We both have an appreciation for the finer things in life, it would seem. Perhaps I can interest you in a better drink, if you can provide me with some better company? This bar is rather cold..."

Joe knew better than to trust a beautiful stranger at a bar...usually. After three tall glasses of cheap scotch and a rough day to boot, he didn't relish in the thought of going to sleep alone, and it wasn't the first time that he'd seen the kind of bedroom eyes from a woman that couldn't be misconstrued.

A glass of fancy scotch in exchange for my dick? I can't really lose there, Joe convinced himself, as he turned his paw so he could share his palm with the wolfess. "I'd be more than happy to provide you with some private company, miss...?"

"Call me Tess," she murmured, though a few hours earlier, she might have given him a different answer. Right then, she barely gave him time to set down his payment for the drinks before she tugged him away from the lobby, and though he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in his system, or the excitement of the moment, the trip back to her hotel room a blur of antiquated carpet patterns and dated lighting fixtures in the hallway. Being pushed through the door of the hotel room was already a distant memory when Tess pressed his lips against his own, and their muzzles stayed close in a passionate exchange as the door was locked behind her, and the room key was tossed aside.

It all happened so quickly that Joe nearly forgot about the fancier bottle of scotch that was promised, but he'd come to find that he'd been baited rather easily. Getting nothing but sex out of the arrangement might not have been the worst thing in the world, but as paws roamed down the front of his body and began fishing into his pants for the birth of his sheath, Joe had no clue just what kind of sex Tess had in mind.

His own mind drifted away with thoughts of being her over doggy style and taking her from behind, keeping a tight, squeezing grip on her wide hips and pounding her as her breasts swayed with the force of his thrusts. The tiny, brilliantly red dress that hugged her curves might not even have time to come all of the way off before he had her on her back, lying missionary and just waiting to speared on the end of his vulpine manhood.

Almost every position that he could imagine had a chance to cross his mind as Tess stripped him free of his sport jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt. She kept a hold on his tie most of the time as their tongues began to dance over one another in a fiery exchange, but Joe thought that she was just asserting her affections for him, and it was sensual enough for the bright, reddish-pink tip of his member to peek through the end of his sheath.

It barely had a chance to grow any further before Tess was rubbing her open palm against it, and Joe could feel her lips grinning against his own as she brought the entire act to a halt. Her lips pulled back, her paw shied away from his rod, and her breasts, having settled nicely against the flat, slim chest of the arctic fox, lifted away as she took a step back.

"...Worried that I was getting a little too excited?" Joe asked, managing a quick smirk and a quick jab, aided by the alcohol in his system.

Tess cocked a brow and shook her head. "No, it's not that. You were just getting excited enough for the real fun to begin, actually."

Given that they'd only known each other for about half an hour, it was difficult for Joe to get a read on Tess, and though her grin obviously hinted at an amorous nature, standing apart from each other as they were wasn't doing anything for him, and he had to wonder what it was doing for her, all told. "You'll have to fill me in on how this could be considered real fun, Tess."

"I'll be filling you in plenty in a little bit; don't you worry about that," Tess mentioned, "Though it would seem to me that you don't have an appreciation for patience. Am I going to have to teach you some, mister...?"

"Joe," he replied, realizing that he'd never given her his name. "And I'm not sure what you think you could teach me about patience, Tess."

Though hers was a voluptuous figure, Joe never would have guessed at how strong Tess could be. Her approach was every bit as amorous as before, with hips swaying just enough to be noticed, and eyes that felt as though they could see right to the sexual core of the arctic fox...but neither of those things could prepare Joe for the feeling of his arms being yanked up over his head, and his tipsy legs did nothing to keep him from being slammed up against the wall. The feeling of her breasts against his bare chest once more would have been quite the enticing gesture, if Joe wasn't suddenly fearing for his safety.

He gave that up when he entered the room, however, and when a long, flat tongue licked over a row of jagged, eager fangs, Joe was worried that Tess wouldn't be using the wet muscle for anything he'd truly enjoy.

"Patience is the key to true pleasure, Joe. I'm more than happy to educate you in that regard...and though this class might be free, I assure you, it is not optional."

Tall, sharp ears went flat upon Joe's head, and the black fur upon each tip stuck out against the white tufts of his hair. His eyes were a calm, cool blue, but they radiated with panic as he felt claws digging into his wrists, and though he was struggling slightly, his legs refused to cooperate when Tess began dragging him toward the bedroom of the small, hotel suite.

There was a half wall that acted as a divider between the bedroom and the living area, and if there had been any other guests present, they would have known every horror that Joe was about to endure as he was tugged around the small wall. His legs braced themselves in protest, but the moment Tess released his arms, she pushed Joe over the edge of the bed, and he fell flat upon his tummy, pinning his own stiff, growing cock between his abdomen and the mattress. Despite that discomfort, it continued to try and grow, and precum began staining against the bright, pristine white fur upon his stomach as Tess stood behind him and rested a footpaw against his ass.

"If it's all the same to you," Joe muttered, looking up from the side of his muzzle, "I think I'd rather have that drink, first."

"You've had more than enough, Joe. Too much more and you won't be able to tell me when I need to slow down...not that I would listen, anyway," Tess continued working Joe up; she was a master conversationalist, if there ever was one, and she knew how to manipulate the fear of her victims from the very beginning of a sexual encounter, down to the very second that her partner would leave the room.

When Joe left, it was likely that he would be the one with wobbling legs and a funny gait, however.

"F-fine," Joe muttered, trying to bite back on his concerns and put up a tough front. He began to try to spin over, but he felt another paw against his lower back, just above the birth of his tail, keeping him pinned. "Though I'm not sure how you plan to get fucked, if I'm laying on my dick..."

Tess let out a brief, defiant chuckle. "Ha! When did I ever say that I was the one getting fucked, Joe?"

"..."

The arctic fox rested there in silence as his eyes shrunk down with panic. Tess had been watching him drink for some time; she knew that he was an easy target, and was desperate for some female companionship. She hand-picked him for just this occasion, and though his member was reaching a full erection, it seemed that it would go to waste, that evening, when Joe felt something much harder pressing against the curve of his rump.

His belt was unbuckled before, making it easy for Tess to slide his dress slacks down to the floor, but she left the waist of his pants hanging just below his knees as an extra measure of bondage. The freedom of his clothes was a relief for Joe, but it was a fleeting one, at best, when he felt a thick, slippery tool pressing against the underside of his tail.

"L-look, I...I don't know w-what you're trying to pull here, but-

"Shut your mouth, you greedy little manwhore," Tess growled back at Joe, cutting him off and silencing him in the next moment. "I've got no patience for the likes of scum like you...thinking that every woman on earth exists just to serve your most basic needs. We have our own needs to worry about, too...did you ever stop to think of that?"

Joe was afraid to open his muzzle to answer, and when it finally did open, it was from a quiet, shrill whine that escaped his lips, at the beckoning of the large, fake cock against his tailhole, and the harsh, firm tug upon the end of his tail to keep it uncovered.

"Pfft. Pathetic," Tess murmured. She shook her head and continued to press the toy gently with an open palm, knowing that, despite ample lubrication, it was going to struggle to squeeze inside of the slim, nervous fox. "You're whimpering like a little bitch, and the head isn't even all the way in!"

Digging his claws in against the soft, strewn covers, Joe winced his eyes shut tight and tried to relax his body, knowing that there was no easy way out of this situation. Wiggling around too much would be dangerous to his tailhole, and though it was partially due to his own foolishness, Tess had his body completely compromised.

His most prudent option, humiliating as it felt, was to keep his head down and try not to whimper any louder as he felt the next inch of the toy invading his slowly stretching ass.

"Think you've learned your lesson yet?" Tess asked, and the moment after she did, Joe felt the pressure upon his lower back fading. Showing an incredible amount of trust in her captive, Tess pulled both of her paws away and took a moment to reach down, catching the hem of her dress in her pawtips. It lifted away easily, and Joe cracked one eye open to see that she wore nothing underneath; nipples were already beginning to stand firm with their need for attention, and her womanhood, though somewhat obscured by the fur upon her pubic mound, was already visibly glistening with desire.

That made it plenty easy for her to lift a leg onto the edge of the bed, and guide the large, egg-shaped bulb of the dildo into her own sex, allowing her to guide the penetration, and gain even more pleasure from the act than Joe would be privy to.

The next inch of fake flesh was a minor shock, compared to Joe's realization that his body, given the chance to struggle free, never even contemplated moving.

I can't possibly be enjoying this...can I? he wondered, and the concern faded the very tiniest bit from his eyes as he heard a rumble of content from Tess. The egg upon the toy slipped into place in her sex and gave it a much needed sense of fulfillment, and her eyes closed as contentment spread over her muzzle. She looked so natural in the moment that Joe couldn't question this being her element, and the thrust of her hips, though harsh, brought less pain to Joe than the one before it.

"Looks like you might be figuring it out," Tess claimed, and though fangs poked down through the edges of her muzzle, there was far less disdain in her expression than there was before. She'd been watching the bar all night for a perfect male to peg, and now that she finally had one, her aura was just as much one of relief, as it was of sexual satisfaction.

Though Joe had heard of pegging before, it never sounded like something he wanted to try, and as a straight, male fox, he spent plenty of time trying to reject the stereotype that his kind was so likely to take it up the ass.

That time seemed to have been in vain, as he didn't feel his sexual preference shifting; he couldn't imagine a male doing this to him, but a bombshell of a wolfess made the experience more enjoyable for him, and his body, having given up the will to fight against Tess, was starting to push back against her gently.

Thanks to the plentiful warm up beforehand, Tess was able to move her hips more freely than she expected, and Joe even managed a tiny smile back in her direction as he continued to struggle around the thick, heavy cock, but it was an effort that he found quite enjoyable. His freedoms weren't expressly mentioned by Tess, but she didn't try to stop him when one of his paws reached under his torso to delicately rub the tip of his own cock, and she even appeared to smiling down at him as she started to pant with the rapid, heavy effort of her pace.

The bed shook and bounced as the wolfess continued fucking the arctic fox into submission, pinning his body down into the soft, delicate covers and pushing some of them to the floor as their pace increased. Hurried, canine panting was starting to fill the room with sound, and a heavy, powerful SMACK kept Joe's ears flat to the back of his head, forcing him to stay in a submissive state as the flesh under his white-furred rump began to glow with a delicate scarlet paw print.

"...H-harder..." Joe whimpered, wondering if he could manipulate Tess in the same way that she controlled him.

SMACK! A second paw came down right on the same spot as the first, aggravating the nerves all over again and leaving Joe to whimper in nearly silent pain, but his expression was pure bliss, in time with the twisted desires of the wolfess behind him. Her hips continued to pump, and her breasts began to sway with the force of her thrusts, but not from the angle that Joe originally fantasized.

The full, swollen bosom bounced upon her chest as she pumped into the trapped male with short, choppy thrusts, and though she didn't dare to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he'd caused, Tess could feel warm, silky strands of her own climax pouring down over the back end of the toy, adding another level of slickness to it. She only dared to lift a paw from Joe's back so that she could furiously circle her pawtips around the hood of her own clit, and though it was brief, a tiny, warm strand of squirted ejaculate emerged from her sex and splashed upon Joe's thighs, leaving him flushed with embarrassment, but dangerously curious about what had stained him.

"W-what...what on e-earth was that?" Joe dared to ask, but he barely managed the words before he felt a paw come down on the other cheek of his firm, tasty rump, leaving another matted down print of Tess' paw.

The wolfess narrowed her gaze once again, glaring down upon the arctic fox and renewing her disdain for him. "Did I say you could ask questions?" she said, catching her own breath with a surprising quickness. " Or that you could touch yourself, you pathetic, miserable slut?"

Tess was still a mystery to Joe, and it was clear that he wouldn't be able to get to know all of the ins and outs of her personality in just one night. It left him terrified to make another move, as he couldn't tell if her suddenly stern nature was just an act, or perhaps, if he was really in trouble for what he'd done.

"I...I d-didn't mean to-

"Don't lie to me," Tess cut him off. "Lying will only make things worse for you in the end, my little fox...but since you are such a curious little thing, I have an idea."

Joe meant to ask what her idea was, but he didn't have much of a chance to find the courage to ask a question, before Tess was standing right before him, spreading her own womanhood with her pawtips.

"You really want to know what hit the back of your thighs, hm?"

Gulping, the arctic fox gave a quick nod and watched as strands of feminine arousal spread between the parted labia like webs of pure desire.

"Why don't you give me a lick and find out, foxy?"