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Resubmitting the story after the desaster of the previous upload. I did not realize how messed up SoFurry's text editor was. I had the whole thing formatted perfectly, but thanks to there being no preview feature, I had no clue it turned the story into a wall of text. >.<

The beat of loud music faded into the background as Klo stepped out into the night. That evening the weatherman was wrong, yet again. The man predicted a mild, breezy autumn night, with a few clouds, rather than the overcast and drizzle that beaded up on the fox's fur. The light of the streetlamp overhead caught in each one, as if to make up for the lack of stars.

"Erf, why didn't I bring an umbrella..." The fox hiked up his hood, and tucked his twin tails under his windbreaker, against his back, then trotted on at a hurried pace. Just up ahead was his shortcut. He had taken it a dozen times before. It was a series of alleyways that ran behind several tech and R&D buildings.

He knew the bus schedule this time of night; once an hour, and his watch said he had about eight minutes to made the twenty minute walk. The wind blew against him as he made his way forward, and every step seemed to just bring with it more and more water, so it wasn't long before his light jacket was soaked.

In no way was he properly dressed for this weather. The party he had left was a sort of rave put together by a few of his friends in an empty commercial building. He wore heavy, long pants that already soaked up a bit of water in a wet ring about his feet.

The path ahead was a straight shot, but with no shelter in sight he would be soaked to the bone by the time he got to the stop. Even when he got there, he knew there was no place to get out of the rain there, either. The todd figured his best bet would be to find a spot to get out of the wet, and wait out the hour until the next bus.

Every building along the alley had a loading door. Each was about ten feet on a side, and rolled up and away when needed. Above them were pairs of lamps, all the same.

All but one.

The lights outside the building just up ahead flickered sporadically and caught his eye. As he drew closer he spotted his salvation; that door had been left open just slightly. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was held open by a cardboard box, the heavy metal propped on one corner. After a quick look up and down the alley, he ducked inside.

The room was cold and dark, with the only light coming from the lights outside, and an open door on the back wall. The floor was smooth concrete, covered in scuffs, scrapes, and stains. Shelves of boxes lined the walls on either side.

Fortunately he had a way to pass the time. He pulled out his portable, and played a game; the sound muted, of course. He knew how to sneak around, to be silent. He peeled off his jacket and thought to himself, 'As long as I don't make any noise, everything will be just ...'

SLAM!

The cardboard box gave way and the heavy corrugated steel door crashed to the ground, then locked on its own. He listened carefully for a good minute for company, but the only sound that met his white-tipped ears was the steady rhythmic waves of rain on the roof.

His fears sated, he turned to explore. 'What is this?' He drew his game and used it as a light to read the box he had pressed himself against. On the side was nothing more than a label with the shipping details for some private currier. It had a sticker slapped beside it 'PRIORITY PICKUP 5AM" The next had been set down rotated, so the company logo was visible; a gold pocket watch on a chain, the letters RHI printed across the face.

Being the ever curious and adventurous sort, he slipped deeper into the building. The decor was the usual for an office of the sort; drab red carpet, beige walls, motivational posters, whiteboards, post-its. He padded onward silently, his ears perked tall over his head to pick up the faintest of sounds, the fox still wary that someone might be just around the corner.

Klo's ears perked at as he passed by a T crossing to another hall. A cheap, mechanical whir drew his attention to its source, a security camera that was turning toward him. He caught a yelp in his throat and lept out of sight.

"Hoo boy, that was close." He took a steady breath, and moved forward, then continued on down the way had been going. Just a few steps onward two ripped halves of yellow caution tape hung from the walls, held in place by tape.

It looked as though the area beyond was in the middle of a remodel, or something similar. The doors on either side were covered over in plastic sheets, and the walls had not been painted yet.

At the end of the hallway stood a windowed door, alone and uncovered. There were no lights on inside, so he could not make out much of anything, even with peek through the glass. So, on a whim he tried the handle, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it clicked open. He eased it forward and slipped inside, then closed it behind him. With a little glance about, and a flick of the switch, the florescent bulbs overhead flickered and sputtered as they made a dull attempt at illumination.

He wandered to the back of the room. At first he was not sure what the room might be used for, but the laminate floor suggested something that might make a mess. The left side of the room was dominated by dozens of shelved plastic bins, each with an obscure label of letters and numbers. Off to his right sat a beaten up wooden desk. An out of date computer sat on the desktop with a blank screen.

On a counter at the back lay dozens of rectangular blocks made of a very pliable material. They varied is size from about the size of his fist, to things that he could fit his arm inside. Upon closer inspection of one of them, he found it was a sort of mold, with one end cut out in a circle nearly as wide as the base. The cavity continued down inside right to near the bottom. It took him a moment to realize from the poor light, and strange angle, but these were molds for sex toys. Every last one of them.

The one he was inspecting was a sort of canine. If he were to hazard a guess, it had been molded from a dog that was very gifted. Written on the back, in black sharpie, was 'malamute - TB35.' The others were labeled similarly; fox, pony, doberman, dragon, and many others.

A grin spread on Klo's face with the realization of what sort of place he had wandered into. He knew he had seen that logo before, it was Rabbit Hole Industries. The fox giggled and flicked his twin tails excitedly and walked off to the side to look over more of the wonders therein. Here and there were white plastic boxes filled with clear pellets. Behind a small divider on the left wall, he spotted a sort of display box. The sides were made from clear plastic, double-pane, with thick, molded corners. The lid was held in place by no less than half a dozen heavy steel chest latches; the sort that tighten when closed. The base was bolted to the table, which had been affixed to the floor.

The sole contents of the case was a foot long canine dildo, illuminated from all sides by full-spectrum lights. Specks of silver suspended in a beautiful royal purple flowed down the shaft to balloon into the knot, and back again in a never-ending, slow cycle. The fox examined it from all sides, muzzle so close that his breath fogged the cold glass, unabashed that his sheath was filling out and stretching at his briefs. His twin tails twitched up behind him, one in sync with the other.

"Couldn't hurt to just... sneak a peek." A grin spread on his muzzle as, one by one, he opened the heavy clasps, then pushed the lid open and out of the way. The first thing to hit him was the familiar aroma of fresh latex, along with a cold gust of air. He glanced over at the door once more, then reached into the case and scooped the toy up in both paws.

The first thing that struck him was that it was cold and hard to the touch, rather heavy for it's size too. It was subtle, but as he handled it it seemed to soften ever-so-slightly. The surface seemed incredibly slick, and there was an odd ripple against his pads that pulsed along with the glitter that slid by underneath.

"Woah." The todd was indeed intrigued. He angled it up to get a better view, and partly lost his grip on it for a moment. The shaft slipped through his fingers, but thanks to quick reflexes he caught the base against his fishnet shirt. Despite all the jarring movements, the flow within the toy had not stirred, rather it seemed to be flowing a little faster, and the odd wobble against his pads picked up.

Klo quirked an ear when he felt a cold, wet sensation against his skin, just below his ribcag. The fox looked down, quite confused at the feeling. He wrapped a pair of fingers behind the knot of the toy then pulled it up and away. Much to his surprise it took a fair bit of effort, and he winced as it pulled at his fur. Numerous purple threads, each about the width of a pencil, stretched from the toy to a circle on his chest. The stuff had seeped right down into his fur.

"Man," he whined and used his free paw to pick at the purple ring in an attempt to get it out of his fur, "this is going to be impossible to get out..." The thick, rubbery substance squished and spread over his pads as he pinched around just a single cord. As he pulled, it stretched like putty and got even more tangled into his fur.

He sneered, "there is NO way I'm getting on the bus with this." An idea struck him, and his ears perked high; he remembered the desk in the corner, maybe there were some scissors. The foxes bouncy, hurried steps caused the shaft of the toy to droop. The mailable rubber flowed to the tip in a rush, then about a third of its mass plunged toward the floor, only to splat and cling to the inner thigh of his baggy pants, just next to his knee.

Klo looked down at the offense and let out an annoyed huff. It was then he spotted the hand that had been clasped around the melting toy's knot this entire time. More than half his paw had sunk into the latex. The tips of each finger had sunk down to the first digit, with more of the stuff squished up between them.

It was strange, the feeling of the purple rubber. It was almost a lack of sensation, aside from the cold. If not for the circumstances, it would actually be rather nice. As he tried to straighten out his paw, a little shiver flowed up his spine. The stuff had affixed itself not only into the little grooves and crevices of his pads, but around every strand of fur it touched.

He took closer look and, as he watched with growing eyes, each strand of fur sunk into the rubber and simply vanished, as though dissolved. It wasn't flowing over his fur, the rubber seemed to be consuming it, and at an ever increasing rate.

He didn't know How it was doing that, the fox had to put a stop to it. The fox pulled his free paw away from the mass until he had a fair amount of slack, then found a pair of scissors rather promptly in the top-center drawer. His first finger and thumb were still stuck, but with a panicked bit of prying he got them apart enough and set to work cutting at the thick cables that attached the toy to his chest.

They had grown rather thicker. He could just make it out hues of orange and white close to the surface. It was his fur. Each hair swirled up into the knot and slowly shrank and thinned as the mass was converted.

With no more time to waste he got to work. He dug the blades into a rope, and with a fair bit of work and effort he made it through the first, but no matter how he tried, he could not get them back out to cut more, and in his struggles his paw brushed against against two others, which clung to him instantly.

Forget getting the thing off, he had to make sure he could even get out of here! As he struggled to get his paw free he walked to the door, then winced when he spotted the knob. Without a paw free there was no easy way he'd get it open. Undeterred, he set to work pushing, rubbing, grinding, and every other ultimately futile thing he could think of. He tried sticking the rubber to the handle, but it just slicked over the surface.

Panic well set into his mind, the fox walked away from the door a step, and a draft shot right up into his crotch. He looked down in time to see the leg of his pants fall open. Much of the cloth from his hip down to his knee was missing on the leg that had been hit, familiar purple latex ringed the gap.

He could do little more than struggle as, over the next five minutes, it spread out over his chest, eating his fur and clothing. In the meantime, his paws were drawn together, tight against his stomach. A sheet spanned from his wrist to his elbows that attached his arms to his chest. As it constricted, it ceased any motion in his arms, save a wiggle of his shoulders. The latex trailed up his neck, and he craned his head back, as though it would slow the progress.

The storm overhead picked up, battering the roof above him with a steady pounding. He kicked at the door and slammed his coated shoulder against it. After the third heavy impact the latex had progressed enough to slap against the painted wood, and adhered to it instantly. Klo tried to pull himself away again, only to spring forward and get even more glued in place.

Defeat on his face, he turned his focus to the cold sensation that inched up over his chin. A little whimper lept from his throat, and he clamped his maw shut as tight as he could manage. He was not about to just let this stuff invade his mouth. For the moment it left anything behind his lips unmolested, rather it just flowed on upward. The purple latex soon surrounded his nostrils, and the scent of it grew all that much more intense. His eyes watered in fear as he watched the stuff trail up the bridge of his muzzle toward his eyes.

Klo pressed the back of his head against the door tightly as he let out useless muffled yells of protest. 'This can't be happening! No way... it has to be a dream..." The rubber traced around the edges of the fox's eyes to make a sort of temporary bandit mask, then after it came together on his brow a film grew into place, and tinted his sight with a strong shade of purple.

All this time it had expanded downward as well, continuing its encasement and the conversion of his fur. So he did not have much time to dwell on the loss of his ability to yell before the cool sensation made its way to his sheath. A sharp shiver flowed up his spine, and his tails fluttered about behind him, the fur fluffed out to its limits. Despite his squirming, it made its way down inside, as well as over the length of the furry pouch.

The tick rope that fell to his legs earlier had made short work of his pants by then, most of the material consumed already, and it was well on its way to eating the fox's fur down to his shins. With just this last area to cover, the process sped up, And after just another minute Klo felt the stuff ooze its way between his toes, and under his pawpads, leaving him covered in a layer of purple latex from the tips of his coated ears, to his toes.

The odd tingle from the stuff invading his pores progressed out over the rest of his body, and after a few more minutes it faded away, leaving him hung by the shoulder, attached to the door. The fox slumped then slowly but surely the grip on the wood loosened, and he was let go to stand on his own two feet.

A thick layer of latex had formed under his pads, and the sensation was bizarre, to say the least. It was soft, and gave under the pressure of his weight. Despite the gravity of his position, the feeling made his shaft stir all the more within the confines of its rubber-coated home.

He looked down at himself, and though the layer over his eyes gave him a muted picture, he could still see it all. The stuff was skin tight, and all sign of his fur had vanished, save for his tails. For some odd reason the latex had neglected the set of fluffy extremities, and they were about the only thing on his body that he could move freely.

All at once, waves of sensation flowed from the tips of his toes up his body, to the tips of his ears, each more intense than the last. At first it was just a mild caress, as though a hundred tiny hands were caressing up his body, one after the other, and without his fur in the way any more his flesh was decidedly more sensitive.

"Mmmf mmm!" Klo squirmed and danced about the room as the caressed began to tickle at his feet and toes. The tickle traveled its a way up his legs, and as it got to his knees he felt a strong pull at either side of the joint, forcing it to bend. He resisted for a few moments, but the tickling increased until he gave out and fell to the floor slowly, landing on his knees, his feet settled out behind him, the fox faced toward the back of the room.

When he hit the ground the odd feeling stopped. He panted heavily for a little bit, catching his breath as best he could through the second skin. The todd shifted his weight forward in a move to stand, but all he could manage was a shift at his hips. His calf and rear end had been bound together, and his shins had attached to the floor. Klo let out a whine and flattened out his ears. Aside from a little wiggle, he simply could not move.

START

PHASE

TWO

The three words appeared over his vision in large block letters, the sharp corners rounded off, in a shade much darker than the rest of the room. 'What the hell?' He thought to himself. Was he just seeing things, or did this stuff actually make words.

As though to answer, a heavy ripple began to pulse over him, each wave flowing about his limbs, and terminating at his crotch. He looked down to see what was the matter, to see the rubber was thinning out around his paws. He went wide eyed and pulled at them in a bid for escape, but its hold was as strong as ever, and by then any movement he made felt like pulling at his own skin. A mound had formed over the tip of his sheath, and more rubber had pushed inside. It stretched out the flesh to its limits as it swirled around. A strong vacuum formed, and soon he felt himself grow hard against his will.

His shaft pushed free of its home, surrounded by a thick, constantly moving layer of purple. It flowed in random patterns in all directions around it, and he could not deny the pleasure it forced upon him. In all but a minute it had coaxed his shaft out in its entirety. He shook his head and moaned through his nostrils, struggling with renewed energy.

DISOBEDIENCE

=

DISCIPLINE

The words filled his vision, and the tickling renewed at his toes and pawpads, ripping the breath from him in stifled laughter. It continued for a few seconds before letting off and continuing to tease at his shaft. Pre welled up and filled out the channel within his length, but it was not allowed anywhere to go. The pressure in his prostate made him squirm and moan once again, which only brought more tickling, now at his sides and belly.

He tried to scream out and flail to no avail. It was the most he could do just to breath through his laughter. He shook his head once again, but found it more and more difficult to with every passing moment, until finally he was immobilized from head to toe, just his tails fluttering about behind him in worry.

The fox was forced to look down as himself once again and saw a thick layer had settled into place around his length that looked strikingly similar to the toy that got him into this predicament. Though it could not be seen at the surface, the latex underneath was in constant motion around his shaft, which grew more sensitive the more worked up he became. He whined sharply and tried to move his hips. The pleasure was getting to be a bit too much. It was not as though he was getting oversensitive, it was that the stuff seemed intent on giving him just enough stimulation to keep him hard and horny, but not quite enough to make him cum.

YOU WILL

STAND

The latex's grip to the floor let go, as well as the binding of his legs. He tried to move, but he met the same stiff resistance as at his head. It was then he felt his limbs manipulated against his will. The force was akin to a strong river. He could hold against it slightly, but it won over no matter what he did, and soon found himself on his feet.

An odd tickling sensation started up at the tips of his fingers, and continued down under his paws as a seam formed up to his elbow. His hands were still encased in rubber mittens that held his fingers fast to one another, and allowed no real play in the joints other than a gentle curve of the digits.

GO TO

LOADING

DOCK

He was not sure what that meant at first, but that mattered little as the suit turned him in his heel toward the door.

WALK

A sharp tickling started at the back of his feet, and he stepped forward by reflex. The rubber around his legs was stiff, but it did allow him movement, even if it was not by his choice. His arm slipped forward and touched the handle. There was a little sensation of torque, and the knob was twisted open. The moment he stepped out the door the skin-tight suit pulled at his arms, and bound them in place at his sides once again.

He drew a long, shaky breath and shivered as a flow started to move around his member. It worked in a swirling pattern, starting at the tip, and making its way down, corkscrewing around his shaft, applying different pressure to various spots while it pulsed around his knot.

As he moved down the hall, he remembered the camera. If there was a guard on duty, maybe there still was hope. They'd have to help. Didn't they? As he approached the passage, he broke to the left. The todd made it all of three steps down the corridor when the rubber solidified around him. He groaned and strained, growling in frustration as his second skin froze him in place in mid stride.

DISOBEDIENCE

=

DISCIPLINE

This time, rather than tickle him, he felt the flow move around his sides and down his back, where it coalesced into a mass just under his tails. He attempted to hold them low and in place, but the mass inflated under the fuzzy brushes and pushed them up out of the way without a problem. Without missing a beat a finger of the material slicked its way into his tailhole, then ballooned out over about half a minute. The mass pressed right in against his prostate and pulsed against it about twice a second. He felt as more flowed into his tail and formed a thick shaft that pushed deep into his bowels.

GO TO

LOADING

DOCK

The words were accented by the thick shaft melting back into the swell, pulling into itself without friction, then thrusting into him rather sharply. He felt the hold on his legs release, and his knees nearly buckled. The command blinked in his vision a few times then the suit contracted and manipulated his body like a puppet, paired with a heavy squeeze behind his knot. Klo let out a sharp gasp and whimper as the suit worked at his shaft to the point of oversensitivity for several long seconds. His tails corkscrewed around one another as he turned and struggled forward, drawing sharp, raspy gasps of air through his nostrils.

The message flashed in his vision as the suit continued its slow, methodical molestation of his body. With a defeated whimper he tucked tails and walked back toward the garage. With each step he took the rush around his tip and knot lessened, and the simulated pounding his rear endured tempered to a long, slow screw. Each time the pseudo-shaft plunged back into him, it filled him to his absolute limits, and just a tiny fraction more. He swore it was growing, and he was right.

Klo saw stars as he stumbled into the dimly lit loading bay. The familiar sight of all the boxes on shelves. He was not sure what this impossible creation of science was up to, but whatever it was, he did not want to be a part of it; not that he had any choice in the matter. It turned him to the right, to face a shelf of boxes. His arms were drawn up from their bound position at his sides to the row nearest him. The box the suit had him take down was quite large, and it was filled to the brim with packing peanuts.

The fox followed the commands of his captor and carried the package over near the large, aluminum shutter-door he had crawled under, and set it down. The suit made him reach out to the box beside it and swipe his paw over the shipping address. He was confused for a moment, but when his other paw was used to print it out on the empty.

By that time, the todd was not of the mind to question what the stuff was up to. He was much too distracted by the never-ceasing pulses and caresses over his shaft. It was as hard as he'd ever been in his life, if not more-so. He could felt his up-tempo pulse in the bulb of his knot, moaned, and whimpered, his hips giving a series of involuntary jerks. All the while the large bulb holding his tail stretched wide had continued its relentless thrusting, never changing pace.

He saw stars and grew increasingly lightheaded as the material worked him higher and higher. With the added pounding his prostate was getting, he soon could not help but arch his hips high into the attention, his blinding lust fueled ever hotter.

CLIMB IN

It took many long seconds for the words to even register in his eyes. Their meaning dawned on him, and he shook his head. He made it half a stride back before the latex solidified around him once again and its flows rushed over his skin.

DISOBEDIENCE

=

DISCIPLINE

Those words burned into his eyes. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he was sure it was not going to be good. Purple flowed up toward his muzzle and bunched around his maw. He felt stringers of the goo slip in past his lips, and the flavor of rubber invaded his tongue. The fox tongued at them, but it did nothing but delay their progress. Latex coated over his teeth, then a solid mass swelled just at the end of his maw into a ball that held his muzzle partly agape, sealed over by a smooth purple wall.

He pressed his tongue against it in an effort to push it out, and was shocked when it pushed back at his muscle. He recoiled away, but it followed. The ball distended, and a tapered length of rubber dived into his maw. It coiled over his tongue and probed the roof of his mouth in a faux kiss. While more rubber played over his lips in constant, gentle caresses, the tendril of latex thickened out until the base had grown as wide as the plug between his teeth.

CLIMB IN

The fox whimpered aloud as the order repeat itself in his vision in larger font. No good would come if he got in there, so though he was scared senseless, he set himself resolute against it, damn the consequences. He wobbled his head back and forth the tiny bit he could manage in the suit's indomitable grasp, his tails curled behind his legs, each coiled down against a hip, the tips tucked against his knees.

START

PHASE

THREE

The familiar, dreaded words of the suit flashed in his eyes. All at once an intense rush of sensation flooded into his body from all points, and made him cry out in a sharp, muffled yelp. The room seemed draftier suddenly as his mind slowly sorted out all the information. It felt like air passed over his skin, but somehow it was made erotic, as if every point exposed to the latex had been made an erogenous zone. His breath grew heavy as his unchanged tails twitched on their own. The feel of the fluffy brush sent a tingle up his spine, and a new surge to his achingly hard member.

Soon after the fake shaft that stretched his rear open picked up the pace just enough to be noticed. A suction began anew around his shaft, while countless tiny points of pressure rolled around on its surface. They moved in a single, flowing pattern from one sensitive spot to the next; around the peak of his tip, down in coils around his shaft, to trace circles around his knot, then fading away just as it kissed that oh-so-delicious patch behind his knot.

The suit worked him higher and higher as it teased over his foxhood. His breaths came in heavier and sharper gasps as his vision blurred and crossed. He squeezed his eyes closed and started to squirm in the near absent mobility of the suit as he felt himself slowly brought to torturous levels of pleasure. The fox screamed out against the pseudo-tentacle, even as it ground against his tongue lewdly, the tapered tip flicking over the roof of his maw.

His eyes began to water as the rubber did not let up for over a minute. All the while it brought him closer and closer. It seemed to know what it was up to, because no matter what he did, how he squirmed, or yelled into his mask, the suit never pushed him more than a fraction away from orgasm. As he gasped for breath and his cries grew louder than the storm overhead, the treatment let up without any warning or hesitation, the thick, knotted shaft in his rump held inside him, fully hilted. His shaft pulsed and flexed with his every heartbeat, and his hips thrust several times out of instinct, his body desperate for that sweet release that had been plucked from him, then simply slumped, breath heavy, his form held in its mid-step position like a statue

A faint, teasing pressure picked up again right at his tip, and he let out a high whine. He opened his eyes, and once again the suit's command to get into the box was displayed in his vision. With the way this thing progressed every time he did not do what it said, he was well worried what would come with the next indiscretion. The rubber relaxed around him, and he half fell to the floor, head hung, his tails loosening their coil about one another. The message flashed, and the shaft buried deep in his rear gave a shove forward, burrowed just a little deeper than ever.

He got the message.

With a whine he hefted one leg up, and with a bit of whipping of his tails to keep his balance, he set a foot against the packing peanuts. Their texture was simply bizarre against the rubber, the feeling translated right into his skin. Every little move made sharp squeaks and chirps as he dug his paw down through them. Once he found a steady foothold he brought his other leg inside.

KNEEL

DOWN

Not about to incur the wrath of whatever phase four might be, he wriggled down into the box, and the styrofoam blew up and shifted around him. A good deal of them fell out before he managed to get his head down below the lip of the cardboard.

'Now what?' He thought to himself, mouthing the words around the tentacle in his muzzle.

NOW I

ESCAPE

His eyes went wide as the suit constricted around him. His arms were pulled up and pinned to his chest. His body was drawn down, and the rubber along the backs of his legs attached his calves and feet to his butt. Further, the latex between them came together and sealed, then finally his head was drawn so he looked almost straight down, and his shoulders were forced down until the backs of his arms met his thighs. With the limited light in the cramped position he could not see, but he still felt the prison wrapped around his shaft. The tip was slipped up right in against his nose, and he swore that he smelled his precum mixed in with all that latex scent.

The fox whimpered, flit his tails, and squirmed once again in his doubled over position as he wracked his mind for a way out of this, but only came up empty. He felt some odd, unknown movement against his back as a two pairs of tendrils went to the four flaps of the box and pulled them closed and glued them in place. Now sealed in darkness the fox was left with only his thoughts and a crazy rubber suit for company. 'How could things get worse?'

START

PHASE

FOUR

'No no no no no!' His struggling began anew, but he could hardly move an inch in any direction. Then the teasing started up, once again.

It began when the bulb in his tail deflated slowly, and the shaft withdrew, until only a small ball remained in place. The suit made a mockery of a deep kiss, the tentacle in his maw acting as a facsimile of a tongue. That dreaded light touch picked up once again around his shaft. This time it trailed in random patterns from behind his knot, over the bulbs, then worked in circles up his shaft, until they bunched at the tip and ground against it.

The suit took very little time to work him back up to the whining fox he had been minutes before. His muscles flexed as he tried in desperation to move his hips, to somehow get just a little more stimulation, but nothing he did worked. He was almost happy when he felt the ball in his rear start to ripple and move, but when it began to inflate and push out against his tender flesh, all activity around his shaft ceased. He let out a howl of frustration and thrashed about, but when the knot in his rear swelled and filled him to capacity all his movement stopped, replaced by a paralyzed quiver, the pressure against his abused prostate too much to bare. As the ball stretched him just a little wider than before, the shaft returned to the picture. With the slow dedication of a machine it pushed into his bowel a fraction at a time. It took a full five minutes to reach the point it had breached previously, but did not stop until it was just a little beyond. The teasing then switched back to his shaft, this time as two rings of pressure that bounced up and down over his length in opposing directions.

The cycle repeat itself more times than the todd would care to count, and after an hour of the treatment he was long since gone. So worked into a sexual high, the fox eventually fell into a fitful, lust-laden sleep. Hours passed, and the storm blew away, so when five AM rolled around Klo was long since out of it.

The sound of metal clanking against metal rang out in the room. A heavy bar was pushed out of place, then the heavy corrugated steel door was hefted out of the way to roll up at the ceiling. A delivery truck was parked outside, its rear door open. The driver was a tall, stocky bull, under-dressed for the cold, wet morning in just a pair of brown knee-length shorts, and a company tee. He checked an electronic pad in hand, then one by one he grabbed the boxes on the ground, and hefted them into the truck.

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