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The fayre was bright and energetic, the music loud, the crowd boisterous and cheerful and the air was thick with the scents of roasting food, powdered sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. Erakir was loving it, it was so nice to have escaped the monotonous confines of his office cubicle for the day. Wrapped up against the cold in a thick woolly scarf and a matching hat the moogle was perched on a high stool in the food court devouring the last of the large icing covered gingerbread Christmas tree shaped cookie he'd snagged at one of the stalls.

Dusting the last few crumbs from his white paws the moogle jumped off his stall and flared his pale turquoise wings to either side to slow his fall. Gently landing on his feet he paused long enough to pull on his gloves and check his watch then pushed off through the crowd toward a large striped tent on the far side of the food court. Darting in and out of the larger beasts Erakir's turquoise pom-pom streamed out behind him, looking not unlike the bobble atop his hat. He slowed as he approached the tent and waved brightly at the blue bunny rabbit dressed in farm overalls standing guard outside.

"Hi, I'm Erakir, I won an early seat for the musical show," he held out the ticket he'd been given at the raffle stand, the bell tied around his wrist chiming brightly, "It said to be here at this time?"

The bunny took the proffered ticket, smiled and pulled aside the large heavy canvas tent flap, "Thanks for being on time, head on inside, someone is waiting and will show you to your seat, enjoy the show."

Erakir flashed the rabbit a bright smile in thanks and hurried into the dimly lit tent and looked around eagerly, standing on tiptoes to see further. It was quite large with a semi-circle of raised benches around the the wall nearest to where Erakir had entered. The other end of the tent was filled by a large rectangular frame of painted metal and bronze, with a wide spray of fans spread across the front like curtains. It looked a bit like a freestanding stage, fifteen feet wide, twelve high with six tiers each one covered by a spray of metallic fans. It looked mechanical and interesting and Erakir moved forwards, his interest piqued as he examined the large device, wondering exactly what it was. Which is how the rat surprised him, they loomed out of the darkness and where practically atop the moogle before he saw them and jumped back with a startled Kupo-po.

"Hi there... sorry you startled me.... wow.... that is some costume!" Erakir's eyes widened as his looked over the taller person. They were clad in a black latex rat costume, every inch of their body covered so no fur showed at all. Their only item of clothing was a bright white lab coat that complimented their beautifully moulded costume and drew attention to the neat little name badge that said simple, "Hi, my name is Dalton."

"I am glad you approve," the rat purred in a soft voice, stepping up next to the moogle and crouching slightly so he could wrap a slinky smooth latex arm around his shoulders, "You must be our lucky raffle winner."

Erakir nodded his head in mute acknowledgement, the suit was beautiful, up close he could see that the eyes, nose and inside of the mouth where all part of the same hood. He wondered if the vinyl was thin enough to breathe and see through or if some other trickery was at work so the rat didn't suffocate. The air was also filled with a very faint scent of rubber around the rat as he led Erakir toward the strange stage.

"Well I am glad you are here, we have just enough time to get you into costume my young moogly friend, I do wish someone had told me I had a moogle to dress."

Finally finding his voice Erakir flapped his wings and pulled his bobble hat off, making his pom-pom dance around as he tugged it through the hole, "What costume kupo? I thought I won priority seating?"

"You did my young friend," Dalton squeaked warmly, "But in exchange we ask for a little help with the start of our show! Nothing onerous, you get to wear and keep a cool one of a kind costume and then have a front row seat for the whole show."

"Oh..." Earkir's ears perked up, "A costume like yours kupo?" the rat just nodded and the moogle had to suppress a little squee of excitement at that prospect, "That is so cool, no one told me that! If they had, I'd have been here earlier kupo!"

Dalton smiled softly and maneuvered the moogle around the side of the metallic stage and into the shadowed space behind it, "Well I am glad you are excited by the idea, so if you'd just strip down we'll get you suited up and I'll run you through what we need you to do."

Erakir froze, blushing behind his scarf as he peered around the dimly lit back stage area, "Ah... strip, as in kupo... everything or just my underwear?" The rat didn't answer at first, he was rummaging around in a large chest and soon came out with a double handful of brown, red and white latex, it glimmered in the dim light and Erakir's eyes widened as he the shiny rodent stretched it out, revealing the beautiful, glistening wings of patterned vinyl and the enclosed hood, complete with beak.

"Everything, young mog," the rat squeaked softly, his dark eyes reflecting the light gently, boring into the moogles own as he split his gaze between the suit and the rat, "These suits fit best with nothing in the way, don't worry though there is a costume to go over the top."

Nodding his head Erakir unwound his scarf and shrugged out of his heavy winter over-coat. He then shyly peeled off his t-shirt revealing his trim white furred torso. Then he kicked off his little boots and wriggled out of his trousers leaving him clad in just a pale blue pair of underpants. He hesitated for a moment and risked a look up, his eyes met Dalton's and the rat just quirked a brow and with a heavy blush Erakir slipped off his pants and dropped them on the pile with the rest of his clothes. Dalton's long tail swept the pile of clothes aside and held out the robin costume, the flowing material soft and slick against the mog's paws as he took hold of it.

"Now then," Dalton said briskly moving around behind Erakir, "Let's get your fur dusted down," he started to shake a small pot of glittering grey talcum powder over the mogs head which made him flinch and kupo in alarm. "Nothing to worry about, this is just a lubricant powder, it'll make wriggling into that costume a lot easier."

"Ok kupo-po..." Erakir trembled a little bit as the big rat knelt down and started to rub his paws over his body, gently teasing the light powder into his fur. It seemed to cling to every fibre, slicking the moogle's poofy fur so it lay snug against his skin. The rat's hands were so smooth, rubbing the powder lightly into his arms, his chest then his stomach moving ever closer toward his groin. Erakir closed his eyes, shivering in delight and trying to will his sheath to behave, to his disgrace however he was soon peeking, his shaft thickening up as the rat moved his hands down each leg, rubbing the powdery substance into him, "I... sorry about that kuuuuuu!"

Erakir's eyes flew open as the rat gripped his cock and slowly stroked him, brushing that slick powder over the warm skin and then massaging it into his balls, "It's perfectly ok, it's a rather sensual experience," Dalton purred into the mog's ear, his tongue gently teasing along the moogle boy's earlobe, "I'll help you get that back down before the show... but not until you are in suit."

"I... ah... thanks..." Erakir whispered, cheeks burning as he turned the suit around and split open the smooth seam that ran down the back of it, "Are you sure this will fit me? It seems a little bit small?"

"It'll stretch, it's designed to adapt to fit any body size, just slide your feet on in there moogle, you'll see."

Nodding and breathing softly Erakir's pom-pom blinked a pale shade of blue, the little ball of fluff trying to get a message through to the fairy creatures excited mind. It was a lost battle, Erakir had already started to slide one foot into the slippery, slick interior of the suit . The powder's light scent, Dalton's paw sliding up and down his hard cock and the glorious feeling of smooth latex clinging and stretching against his leg all combined to flood his mind and distract the distant warning of his ethereal senses. The suit stretched just as Dalton said it would, the rat watching and even lending a helping paw or two as the little moogle pulled the slippery material up around his legs. It slipped over his fur, the powder helping to make sure the latex didn't get caught on fur or skin and Erakir murmured in delight as his toes were forced to bunch up and fit inside the robin's three clawed foot.

The material stretched snugly, not seeming to tear or rip or snag and as Erakir settled it around his waist he stretched it out so he could look inside and awkwardly tried to lay his throbbing cock against his trim stomach. Dalton's smooth black hand slipped around however and gently, teasingly tucked it into a smooth, slippery tube of flesh that jutted excitedly out the front of the suit. The moogle stared in surprise at that and shot Dalton a startled glance but the rat just winked and leant closer, his breath warm and soft against his ear as he whispered.

"I did say this suit was for keeping, it'd be a lot less fun if you weren't able to enjoy it fully, don't worry I'll make sure it's not standing out when we have you in costume and on stage."

Nodding shyly Erakir reached down and adjusted himself, the slick material of the suit clinging to his cock just right. Comfortable and settled and burning with a desire to cum the moogle wriggled and shrugged his shoulders to fit them into the long wings of the suit. He had to bend his arms at an odd angle to fit, forming the backbone of the wings, spreading his arms wide, elbows bent ever so slightly to really stretch the membranous layer of beautiful brown latex wide. It wasn't attached to the side of his body like some suits, they where fully formed, independent wings that he could tuck back against his body just like a real bird. The moogle found he had to bend his legs ever so slightly to maintain his balance but it wasn't uncomfortable and with the black rat's help his own wings had been tucked neatly into the suit, flattened against his back and tucked around his sides so the smooth latex could lay flat without any wrinkles.

"Ah... this is so cool," Erakir hopped around in a small half circle so he could look at himself in the mirror. The suit clung to his small body perfectly, there were no wrinkles, bumps or creases. The brown of the main body faded to white along the stomach, thighs and groin but it had the traditional bright red chest of the red robin. His cock stuck out between his legs and the moogle blushed as Dalton brushed a paw across it and then stepped back to examine the bird, "This is so cool, I love it and I really get to keep this?"

"Oh yes," Dalton squeaked, reaching out with his tail tip to tease the moogle's latex coated cock, this caused the moogle to moan and thrust with his hips but the rat shook his head and withdrew his tail before the bird could get too into it, "You do indeed, but we should finish getting you dressed no?"

"Ah sure but uhm..." Erakir flapped his wings helplessly and looked at the rat, "Little help?"

Laughing the rat stepped forward, his long white lab coat flapping as he pulled the hood up and over Erakir's head, the latex stretching neatly, the smooth material fitting perfectly over his muzzle, up across his eyes and ears and with a delicate hand Dalton tucked the mog boy's pom-pom in down the length of his back. Whilst Dalton was busy sealing him in at the back Erakir was opening and closing his muzzle, testing out the new beak that sheathed it on top and bottom. It was short sturdy black plastic but the way it had been designed meant Erakir couldn't quite close his real muzzle as the beak was larger and clicked shut a couple of inches before he could close his lips. It was a bit awkward and he was already starting to drool a bit but as he wouldn't be in here for long he figured he could put up with it for a short while. It was also growing quite warm inside the suit, his fur was slick with sweat and he was panting lightly as he felt liquid sliding and slipping down the curve of his back, along his arms and legs and across the expanse of his smooth stomach. He'd need a shower after this show and hoped this place had one he was allowed to use.

"All done, spread your wings, let's get a good look at you," Dalton instructed and the moogle eagerly obeyed, hopping around until he was able to see himself in the mirror and spread his large, gleaming latex wingspan wide. It really was a gorgeous suit, there was no sign of the moogle inside. Erakir felt really good, his cock was straining at the latex, jutting out between his spindly legs like a real bird's would and he felt warm and smooth and slippery on the inside. Outside however the mottled pattern of the brown latex made him look like he had real feathers, the smooth, earless head, bright red chest and slender black legs all came together to create a very convincing robin.

"Beautiful Erakir, just beautiful, now come with me, let me show you your place on stage," the rat turned and climbed up a short set of steps that led into the back of the stage.

"Wait, what about my... you know..." Erakir blushed, brushing one of his large latex wings against his shaft and trembling in delight, "You promised..."

"All in good time now Erakir, follow me," the rat went up the steps and the moogle had no choice but to follow. Like before he had to hop forwards, the way the suit was constructed and the wings worked meant he couldn't walk properly. He could hop like a real bird or shuffle and lose his balance so he hopped up the steps, wings trailing behind him as Dalton led him forward toward the front of the stage. Looking around the robin shuffled into place next to the rat and gaped at the stage, it was like an old sideshow wurlitzer, decked out in a christmas scene and twice the size of any he had ever seen before. There were six levels split into two sides with space down the middle and there were shiny figures on each of the levels, standing before a variety of winter-wonderland backdrops that would be revealed as the mechanical fan like curtains withdrew as the song playing progressed. The figures were of all shapes and sizes, standing perfectly still and secured to the floor of their respective level wielding instruments of all shapes and sizes or dressed as if in a choir. A few of them where even moulded into their instrument, pianos, a harpsichord, a giant double bass and a massive set of steel drums. Each figure as large as a real person and truly life like in form and style. Caught up in the wonder of the setting Erakir continued to follow the black latex rat down the central aisle to the front of the stage.

"Stand on the perch here at the front Erakir," Dalton slipped behind him and gave him a gentle push and Erakir stumbled forward. His long black latex talons slipped over the metal perch at the front of the stage and he staggered as it sank into the ground. Looking down in alarm the moogle squawked as his legs sank into a pool of thick, inky black latex that the perch was dragging him into. He sank about two feet, the tar like latex covering his legs up to mid thigh and hiding his crotch below the front stage railing. Erakir struggled and tried to pull himself free but the latex had set hard, immobilizing his feet and lower legs.

"Dalton, what is going on, let me out of this, this isn't what I mrrrfffff..." the moogle was silenced as Dalton reached around and clamped his beak shut, his smooth black muzzle sliding along the bird's neck whilst his other hand glided gently down the robin's chest, skipped across his stomach and wrapped about his long bird cock.

"Shh little bird, the stage is set, you are our last piece, but now we just need to take care of that inconvenient free will of yours," the rat pressed his own long black shaft against Erakir's rump, letting the smooth, slick head slide between the curve of the robin's rump cheeks, letting the little, struggling robin get a feel for what was about to happen. The wurlitzer was also busy, not content with trapping the moogle's legs it was sending questing slithers of black and silver latex up the bird's legs, burrowing them into the suit and flooding the interior with a thick layer of warm, slimy gloop. Erakir could feel it running down along his legs and they started to tingle and feel strange but his thoughts were pulled away as Dalton thrust forwards with his hips and plunged his thick rat shaft into his pert, latex clad rear. He was big and stretched the mog wide and Erakir squawked around the hand hold his beak shut and shuddered as he was filled. He tried to pull away, to struggle free but his arms were trapped inside fake wings, his legs were uselessly locked in place and there was no way he could fight back. Whimpering, his own traitorous shaft leaking pre and twitching Erakir tried to fight back the urge to push back, to surrender to the sound pounding the dastardly rat was giving him but it was so hard to resist!

To make matters worse at the same time Dalton started to ream his rear the front rail of the stage twisted and bulged forwards. At first Erakir ignored it but suddenly realised he was looking at a bright, latex reproduction of his own face. The latex was lightening to white with blue hair, there was a pom-pom artfully molded into the plastic and with a gasp a warm, wet tongue engulfed his latex covered dick. With a shuddering groan instinct made Erakir thrust forward into that warm mouth until slick latex lips closed and sealed around the base of his bird dick. It was a perfect reproduction, hidden below the rail, no one sitting in the audience would be able to see that below the rail the beautiful latex robin had his dick buried in the moogle's mouth. Dalton's hand pulled away from his beak and Erakir tilted his head back and trilled excitedly as the rat rested both hands on his waist and increased the speed of his eager, lust fuelled thrusting. Spreading his wings wide the robin chirped again and again, his body felt so weird, the liquid flooding into his legs was rising, he couldn't feel his body any more, everything was so warm. He was dripping with sweat and with each thrust of Dalton's shaft the strange liquid filling the suit rose higher. The Erakir head now glued to his crotch was sucking and licking, teasing and playing with his shaft trying to get him off and Erakir realised he could not only feel the cock sucking him off but strangely taste his own latex cock sliding against his tongue.

Dalton went over the edge first, squeaking loudly and clinging to the robin, clutching his body tightly as his thick, black rat shaft unloaded into the moogle. It was thick and slippery and mixed with the gooey liquid filling his suit as Erakir felt his body losing cohesion. Squawking, shuddering, gasping the robin threw his head back and fell right over the edge into orgasm, his cock twitched and he felt that faux moogle head gulping, swallowing, drinking every drop of his seed. Seconds passed and he couldn't stop cumming, his cock was throbbing, pulsing and with each second he fired another spray of sticky cum into the latex head's mouth. He felt strange, his vision wavered, he felt like he was in motion, nausea made him moan as for a long drawn out moment he felt like he was flipping end over end and then just as suddenly his senses cleared.

Erakir blinked, his mouth was full, his nose buried in a thick, musky smelling latex crotch, the last taste of cum rolling along his tongue as he reflectively gulped the last mouthful of delectable, rich, liquid latex seed spurting from the cock filling his maw. Looking up wide eyed and shocked Erakir was greeted by the sight of that glistening, beautiful latex robin that moments before he had been inhabiting. He tried to move his mouth, to pull back, to scream but his lips were sealed around the base of that bird dick. He couldn't move, he had no voice, all he could do was lay still and suck, teasing the bird constantly with his tongue and mouth in a delicious tasting motion he couldn't stop. Dimly he was aware of other minds attached to the wurlitzer, desperate minds clouded by a fog of pleasure and desire and behind them all the slumbering mind of the machine itself, waiting, ready to play now. To the left and right, on every tier Erakir could feel them, the other minds, stuck as he was. Each latex figure in the musical device was being serviced by the original owner just as Erakir was trapped, permanently driven to please the robin now slumbering above him. As the robin lowered its head and folded his wings the desire to service the bird faded somewhat, he stilled his tongue and shifted his eyes from side to side but there was nothing he could do.

The former moogle now shiny latex head lost track of time, there was nothing to do other than service the latex shaft in his muzzle. He could also listen the whispering of the other minds. He could reach out to them, whisper to them with his thoughts but it was hard, the larger, deeper thoughts of the wurlitzer kept them apart, promising rewards if they played their part well. At first Erakir didn't understand what it meant but after an hour... two... was it several days noise started to intrude? He had no way of knowing, time seemed to have no meaning, only the thoughts of the wurlitzer and his fellow prisoners meant anything. This new noise was coming from above and behind, the sound of a crowd talking, chatting, laughing and being rowdy as any crowd was want to do. After a few minutes they settled down, a large, deep, booming voice introduced himself as Tarw, Master of Ceremonies and he introduced their star attraction for this seasons show, the Plentyn Cael Farm wurlitzer! The only one of its kind in the world, built here on the farm using all natural ingredients and a little bit of technology.

The crowd applauded but Erakir's attention was pulled forward again, the spray of fan like curtains had drawn back revealing his body, the robin. His head was coming up, his wings were spreading wide and the moogle had only one job. The burning need, the desire to pleasure the bird was back and with a silent inaudible moan he started to suck on the firm dick filling his mouth once again. Pre cum oozed across his tongue as he lapped and licked, teased and sucked the pressure from the wurlitzer's thoughts making him need this, to want to please the robin and make him cum! If he kept him singing, kept him pleased he would receive a reward of his own... all he had to do was keep the hard birdy singing and inspired. The more wound up and excited the bird became the more energetic and beautiful his birdsong would be and the happier the wurlitzer would become and thus his reward would be great. To his left and right Erakir could feel other prisoners starting to tease and play with their bodies, the suited figures that were revealed as more parts of the device pulled back to reveal the chorus and band. Their voices and instruments joined the song alongside the robin's voice but Erakir didn't care. All that mattered was making himself cum, making his body blow its load before the song was over. If he failed there would be no reward... and that reward might be freedom... it might be pleasure... but he needed to keep sucking, keep teasing whilst overhead, with gleaming latex wings spread wide the robin continued to sing it's christmas melody!

~fin