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Parasites in the Bar

for Lorvianne

by Draconicon

Latexia allowed all kinds of shit in her bar. She let weapons pass. She let supers pass. She let all kinds of crap happen behind the scenes that honestly would have gotten the vast majority of people locked up without the slightest chance for bail, but she let it happen because she was there to take care of it when it did. If anyone got rowdy, they knew that she'd come 'round and bring the hammer down, and nobody that knew her was willing to risk the humiliation of what happened next.

Most of the time, the system worked. A drunk would forget their place and start ranting, even look like they were planning to cause trouble, sure, but then they saw the flood of latex coming their way, a hippo's face slowly rising out of it, and they rapidly thought better.

Or, on the other hand, they might not. In which case, the entire bar had their entertainment set up for the night. Entertainment that Latexia made very clear would have to be used, one way or another, and everyone had at least one enemy that would be more than willing to do that.

As a result, most people didn't really violate her rules. They came to the bar, they socialized, sometimes even had relationships across the line between heroes and villains. Mostly, they ate and drank, and then made their way out the front door, either looking for someone that they could work off the worst of their anxieties and needs with, or having already found one at her bar. Either way, they weren't her problem so long as they didn't make themselves a problem while they were in the bar.

However, sometimes...

Latexia felt it coming before it reached her. Considering that 'it' happened to be a mug made of the same hardened latex as the rest of the dishes in the establishment, it was hard for her not to sense something that was made of her moving around, and particularly at speed. She looked up just in time to take the mug between her eyes.

Anyone else would have gone head over heels. Her head tilted back, bending almost three feet backwards as the latex was absorbed back into her body along with the ends of a mug of some sort of beer. Too little was left to be sure what kind, and she wasn't fond of it, anyway. As she pulled her head back into place, she looked out from the bar to the dance floor, her head cocking slowly to the side.

She didn't have to ask who'd thrown it. The crowd had gone still the moment it hit her, save for two idiots that were fighting in the middle of the dance floor. Shaking her head, the latex hippo stepped into the black bar in front of her, melting through it and stepping out the other side.

"I'll be right back, dears," she muttered to the patrons. They didn't say anything back.

As she walked across the room, the other supers cleared a path to reveal the two fighters a bit more clearly. They were newcomers to her place, not the usual patrons that she dealt with. One was some sort of stallion, wrapped up in some kind of rubber symbiote or something like that. She recognized the sort; someone that had gotten a 'companion' for their body that came out during the dangerous times to take care of things. Nothing too serious there, but enough to be dangerous in the right hands.

The other was someone that she'd heard of from time to time but not actually seen herself. Dorbrica, she recalled being the hybrid's civilian name. She'd always heard that the gryphon-orca hybrid was an interesting-looking female, but this was her first time seeing her, and she had to admit, it was definitely someone that was worth looking at. She raised an eyebrow at the two of them as they scuffled, rolling around on the floor, throwing blows -

But also trying to fuck each other. Hard. And not with normal genitalia.

"Ahem."

Her throat-clearing did nothing to catch their attention. Shaking her head, Latexia just...extended.

The ceiling reached down, two giant fists of rubber and latex wrapping around the tussling pair. One pulled the 'villain' horse towards the ceiling, while the other pulled the hero hybrid to the ground. They both growled and shook their fists at each other, but neither acknowledged her.

Not until she squeezed. The latex hands squeezed the air right out of the pair of them, turning them to face her properly rather than glaring at one another. Latexia turned her black-rubber self from one to the other, looking them both in the eyes with a slight smile.

"What we have here, it seems, are two people that don't know the rules. I know you," she said, pointing to the hero. "And you?" she asked the horse.

"...Calvech, ma'am."

"Well, at least you have the decency to look embarrassed," she said, shaking her head.

"Let me go! I need this!" the hybrid shouted.

"No, I need you, you fucking prig."

"Well I need you, you double-infested -"

"Alright. Enough."

The hippo crossed her arms, slamming both of the supers against each other before bouncing them to the far sides of the bar. She glanced over her shoulders at the crowd of patrons, giving them a slight tilt of her head. They quickly went back to their business; this pair was for her.

As they were struggling to get back to their feet, she rolled her hands. The floor of her bar rippled beneath them, guiding them to her, and she picked them both up by the scruff of the neck. They grunted and griped at her, narrowing their eyes in annoyance. She shook the pair of them until their heads rattled.

"Obviously, neither of you understand the way that things work here, so I'm going to remind you of the biggest rule of my bar. This is my bar. And I don't want trouble, so I don't get trouble. Period."

"Yeah, well - MMPH!"

Some of the latex in her arm crept down, forcing its way past Calvech's mouth before he could give whatever stupid excuse was brewing in there. Dorbrica's laugh cut off in the same fashion as she shoved a ball-gag of ooze past her beak, forcing it wide enough to leave the other woman grunting and huffing past it, through the nostril holes in her beak.

"Now, we're going to the back rooms. The pair of you, in whatever way that you can possibly think of, are going to entertain me. If you can't, then I'm going to entertain myself. You really don't want me to do that," she said, looking from confused face to confused face. "Because if you think that those parasites leeching off your crotches are hard to resist, then you have another thing coming."

"Mmmph?!"

"MMPH!?"

"Please. Everyone can see that you have wriggling parts between your legs. Pussies don't have tentacles. Cocks don't act like them for most species. Now...let's take this somewhere...private."

She breathed in, and the club pulled in with her. The floor rose up, the arms pinning the two supers together sucked in, and everything in a five-foot radius around her was suddenly no longer outside of her, but in her, instead. The struggles of the two supers as they were suddenly made part of her insides was as familiar as struggling kittens in her arms. She had taken care of this so many times that it was as simple as turning on a sink faucet as she sunk into the floor, rippling away from the rest of the club. It would take care of itself for the next few hours.

#

Expelling the supers into their cell for the rest of the night, Latexia took a moment to enjoy the feeling of them spilling out of her. One might have expected it to be disgusting, to feel like she was expelling something far more disgusting than she was, but in reality, it was more like a sensual feeling of relief. She sighed as Calvech came out first, slowly spilling from her chest, from just under her breasts, her body rippling from the solid mass coming through and falling to the ground. He hit and rolled, pulling away from her as fast as possible, only to back up against a wall.

Dorbrica was released from her stomach, something a little more dramatic, considering that she had a fair-sized one due to her species. Latexia helped guide her out, nudging her in a different direction. She was halfway out when Calvech tried to approach, only for the latex wall behind him to snag him by the neck and arms, pulling him back.

"What the fuck?!"

"I didn't give you permission to move, hon."

"Come on. I just...nnngh..."

"That's the parasite talking. You aren't doing anything without my permission anymore."

The hybrid fell out of her, finally, though not without a fight. Dorbrica kicked back, her ankle sinking right into the hippo's body and getting stuck again. Shaking her head, Latexia sighed, walking the other woman to the wall with her foot embedded within.

"Let me go! I-I -"

"You're done telling anyone what to do for the night, dear. You might as well get used to the indignity."

Once she reached the opposite side of the small cell - barely ten feet per side, she pushed Dorbrica's head through the wall. It shimmered, accepting her through it, dulling her screaming from the other side. Latexia kept pushing until the hybrid's lower half was the only thing sticking out, her legs spread and -

Well, it was something of a miracle that the superhero hadn't been picked up for indecent exposure. Her pussy was completely out and on display, the entire thing surrounded by a layer of goo and oozing tentacles. They lashed out, trying to grab her by the wrist and pull her closer. Considering her general relationship with her own tentacles and other things that she could conjure from latex, they were easy enough to avoid.

Once Dorbrica was completely encased in the wall from the waist up, with only her pussy showing from the waist down, she turned her attention back to Calvech. She would give him the credit that he at least looked somewhat abashed for the behavior that he'd exhibited, but the fact that his tentacle cock was still flicking about told her that he was still well in the grips of its wants and desires. He wasn't going to be free of that for some time. Shaking her head, she flicked her hand up, and from the floor rose a thick tendril of black ooze. It wrapped around his shaft, forcefully pulling it into something very similar to the breeding tubes used for animals until he was gasping for breath at the tightness pulsing around his cock.

With both of her miscreants so restrained, she sat down, the floor rising to meet her ass. The round-hipped hippo crossed one leg over the other, thought better of it, and sat with her legs spread. Most of the time, her nudity was hard for her patrons to pick up due to her latex mass. It made her nipples look like they were covered, made her sex all but disappear under the slight layer of paunch that she had. With her legs spread, however, it was impossible to miss the shimmer between them, the slight revelation of her holes.

The stallion's eyes flicked over to them, going wide. Latexia smiled.

"Oh. You think that I'm going to let you use this as your punishment."

"...You're not?"

"Heh...I know what you hornballs are like. You'd fight all night long if you thought that meant I'd give you a ride. Hate to break it to you, hon, but you're not the first one to try that sort of trick."

"I'm not - this isn't a trick!"

"No, I guess it's not...but it's not a treat, either."

She looked between the two supers. Between them, they'd already wasted her time, and with the work that it'd take to get the parasites to finally let go of the pair of them, she knew that they'd owe her at least a week's worth of labor in the club to pay for the treatment and the time that she'd taken to do it. She didn't mind extracting that; the rest of the club patrons would be more than willing to back her play on that, and worst came to worst, she could make them do it with a little...encouragement. Latex was great at reflecting lights, and she had plenty of hypnotic tracks that she could play through the rubber.

But first, she had to ensure that they were completely 'safe' to have around the club. And that meant satiating the parasites.

Latexia sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"So, either of you ever put on a show?" she asked.

Dorbrica was still screaming, likely deaf to everything that had been said. She was so buried in the wall that Latexia would be amazed if she was even aware of what was happening on the other side. Her kicking, stomping feet and the swirling, swinging tentacles between her legs made it clear that she wanted attention, however, and the hippo was ignoring that. Calvech, on the other hand, wasn't. His eyes were locked on the hybrid until -

Click, click. The hippo snapped her fingers.

"Calvech. Eyes over here."

"Nnngh..."

"Either of you ever put on a show for someone?"

"Uh...not...not like this..."

"Why am I not surprised?" She shook her head, chuckling. "Well, I suppose it's never too late to learn. Let's see if I have a suit for you..."

"Suit?"

She didn't dignify Calvech's question with a response, instead reaching through the floor and fiddling around. The entire club functioned as a giant grab bag of materials for the hippo, allowing her to pull what she wanted from nearly any room in the building. It took her a moment to find what she was looking for, but soon enough, she dragged a rolled-up ball of black ooze from the ground. Tossing it up and down, she turned to the stallion.

"Just think of it like a second symbiote suit...just for dancing, instead of super-ing."

"I - you -"

"Don't think about it."

Tossing it at him, she watched as it spread across his chest, isolating his sensitive spots and covering everything else in a thick black layer. It wouldn't take long for it to take full control, and when it did...

Well, that was where she'd get at least a partial payment for her efforts. Partial.

The End

Summary: Latexia deals with a lot of bullshit in her club, but when someone starts tearing it up in a fight, she has to step in.

Tags: F/solo, M/solo, Tentacles, Parasites, Supers, Latex, Absorption, Latexia, Hippo, Horse, Hybrid, Orca, Bird, Bondage, Nudity,