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The sound of knocking was the last thing that Soul had expected to hear that Saturday morning, the blue, furry dragon snorting awake. When he looked at his clock he groaned at how early it was as the sound of knuckles on wood once more echoed through the apartment. "I'm awake!" The draconic creature shouted as he rolled out of his bed and pulled up his pajama pants. "What, is there a fire or something? Geeze..."

When he opened the door the dragon was confused to find the hallway empty with no sign of the person that had caused such a ruckus. He looked up and down the hallway before he finally looked down to see a package in front of his door. It was wrapped in simple brown paper and had his address on it, but other than that there was nothing else that distinguished who sent it or why. He hadn't ordered anything in a while and thought that it might have been a mistake, especially since there was no name on the address label. He would have to go to the shipping company and explain what happened, he thought to himself as he took the package and placed it on his dining room table.

It didn't take long; however, for the dragon's curiosity to get the better of him and after waiting on hold for ten minutes and going through various automated menus the blue-furred dragon decided to claim it as his own. He went over and shook the box to see if he could hear a clue for what was inside. When he was done with that he opened the package and revealed a plain white box underneath, also devoid of any markings or symbols save for what looked to be a picture of a dragon and tiger that had been merged together as part of a logo.

"Well aren't we mysterious," Soul said as he got to work opening the box. "I'm going to be very upset if all this hype leads up to you being some sort of promotion for one of those box of the month clubs where they send you stupid stuff for like a hundred bucks a year..."

When he got to the inside contents of the box Soul looked at them in confusion before he turned it over and dumped the items onto the table. The nine rubber strips of varying length glistened in the light of his kitchen as he looked at them curiously, spreading them out on the table to see what they were. They appeared to be latex cuffs and a collar used for kinky play, something that caused Soul to blush slightly from the lewd nature of the gift.

"Well I can see why they didn't want to mark the box," he said with a slight grin as he picked up the two smaller cuffs likely designed to go around the wrists, though as he examined them he didn't find a way to clasp the two ends together. "Did someone possibly send me these on purpose... and if they did, why didn't they add a card or something?"

Soul was about to put down the straps and check the box again to see if there was a card or something inside when he realized that somehow the rubber had not only managed to get onto the back of his hand, but had also turned a similar blue and white to mimic his fur. When a simple flick of his wrists wasn't able to get the rubber band off of his fur he let go of the straps and shook his hands in order to get rid of them. His eyes widened slightly when he raised up his arms and saw them hanging from his hands, sticking there like they had some type of glue on them. That illusion was promptly shattered; however, when the rubber began to slither over his fur like snakes and move toward his wrists.

"Hey!" Soul shouted as he tried to grab at the latex bands, only to have them slide through his fingers as they continued to glide over his fur as they wrapped around him. "What the heck! Get off me!" As soon as the two pieces of rubber made their way completely around his wrists the two ends touched and seemed to melt together to form one solid band. The fusing process didn't even leave a seam, and when the dragon tried to get his fingers underneath the latex to try and stretch them off his body, it was like it had melted into his fur and skin.

The mystery of who sent him such a gift was quickly set on the backburner as Soul's brain quickly tried to figure out what to do. He needed something sharp, he reasoned as he looked to his kitchen, perhaps with a knife or something he could cut his way through. Before he could start moving towards the kitchen, though, he felt his body move as though someone had just pulled on his hands and when he turned his head back to his hands he gasped when he saw them holding two of the larger bands. Fearing that they would start to crawl up his arms, too, he quickly let them go, which caused them to land on the floor with a thud as he looked at the traitorous appendages to try and figure out what made them to do such a thing. A few seconds later he realized the error of what he had just done, but at that point it was too late as he could feel something slide up against his feet.

When the dragon looked down he saw the two rubber straps crawling their way up towards his ankles just like the other ones had done to his wrists. In a futile attempt he tried to run towards the kitchen to get something to fend off the invading material but ended up tripping over himself thanks to the rubber banding, though his hands were quick to catch himself to mitigate the fall as he felt them slide into position around his feet. The fact that he had managed to land so perfectly to not even be harmed made him wonder if the rubber strips could somehow communicate with one another, but that quickly became a forgotten query as they also fused into one solid band around his ankles. Just like with the wrist cuffs they appeared to be impossible to pry off, and as he tried to somehow get himself free, he saw something else that caused him to gasp.

The rubber on the wrists cuffs had begun to spread out, slowly assimilating the fur with latex of a similar color as tiny tendrils of the shiny substance began to spiderweb onto his hands and his forearms. As it climbed further up his limbs more of the rubber began to spread out to fill the gaps the tendrils left behind, which smoothed out any rogue fur and left Soul with mirror-smooth blue and white rubber. It wasn't long before the same process began to happen on his feet, eventually he could feel the thick strands of latex between his toes as his body was assimilated by the strange substance. What was the most strange, though, was that everywhere the rubber touched felt... really nice, like a gentle massage that caused his muscles there to relax as his fingertips and toes became completely coated...

Soul quickly shook his head to rid himself of the sensations and looked down at himself once again. By this point the rubber had completely coated his hands and feet, making him look like he was wearing some sort of bizarre rubber socks and gloves that had crawled up inside of his pajama pants that he rolled up to see the changes. The thick substance had also moved up his arms and legs until it was only a few inches away from his elbows and knees respectively before they stopped. As a result he looked like he had dipped his appendages into blue and white rubber that completely covered the affected areas, and despite the fact it had stopped spreading he could feel the tingle underneath continue to suffuse into his body.

The blue-furred dragon huffed slightly as he accidently rubbed his latexified appendages together and felt a spark of pleasure run through his body. Despite his limbs being taken it was very arousing... but Soul pushed that aside as best he could as he worked on the problem at hand. It appeared that whatever was happening to him had stalled for the moment, which gave him a window to try and do something. As he looked around his apartment he saw his phone charging on the nightstand and decided to try and call the emergency line to at least get awareness of his situation out there. It didn't take much to realize that the remaining straps would continue the transformation, and if he could get himself pulled out of his apartment it would at least help to continue to stall the assimilation.

When Soul tried to stand up he found he could do so easily, wiggling his rubber-covered fingers as he got to his feet. It made getting to his phone much easier and after a quick swipe on the screen began to unlock it in order to call for help. Except that he only got about two digits into his code before he suddenly felt his hands go numb and the phone slipped out of his fingers before falling to the floor. Luckily the floor was carpeted so the device hit it with a soft thud without being damaged, but what it couldn't sustain was when Soul's feet became numb and before he could stop himself his heel smashed into it and completely broke the screen.

"No!" Soul shouted as he felt his foot go for another round before he was able to reassert enough control to stop the rogue appendage. As he looked down, though, he saw that the damage had already been done, his phone screen damaged beyond repair and likely the components underneath it, too. It showed for a fact that whatever these bands were had somehow asserted some sort of control over his affected limbs and was likely the cause of the ankle cuffs coming on him. As though it seemed to sense his revelation he felt his legs move of their own accord once again, this time walking him back towards the kitchen table as he struggled to stop himself.

"You can't do this!" Soul shouted at his own legs. "I control you, not some stupid rubber! You listen to me, legs, not the other way around!"

Even though he was able to slow himself down somewhat he eventually made his way back towards the table before his arms, which had not been the focus of his attention up to that point, jerked himself forward so hard he landed on his kitchen table with a loud thud that knocked the wind out of him. As he took a few seconds to regain his breath he looked forward to see another set of the larger bands rear up like snakes before darting forward and crawling towards his outstretched arms. With the rouse gone they no longer played possum like they did before, this time they were going straight for their targets and there was nothing that Soul could do about it. The table shook slightly as he tried to get himself away from the living cuffs, feeling some semblance of movement coming from them as he could feel the rubber press against the similar material that had coated his hands...

By the time the dragon was able to unpin himself from his table it was already too late and the straps had already started to slither up his arms. Soul's entire body reverberated with pleasure at the feeling of rubber on rubber as they coiled around his arms on their journey before crossing over onto the unaffected area of his body. All he could do was watch as they crawled upwards before finally settling in around his biceps, linking together as a pair of arm cuffs. Almost immediately after they had gotten into position the rubber continued its spread, this time growing exponentially faster between the two pairs of cuffs as well as tendrils slithering through the fur of his shoulders, chest and back.

At this point Soul was practically writhing on the floor in pleasure as his arms began to rub themselves, his rubber fingers coiling around the muscles accented by the shiny blue and white material, causing him to moan. His pajama pants began to tent from the stimulation and before he could say or do anything he found his fingers immediately run down his chest. The first thing to go was his shirt, the dragon unable to do anything as his possessed latex hands grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. Next came the pants; though he still had some control over his legs his arms were quick to maneuver themselves until he sat there naked on the floor with only the rubber now covering his upper back and chest in bright white and blue.

"C'mon Soul," the dragon said to himself as he tried to get his own body under control. "You're not going to let some alien latex thing get the better of you... we just need to get out of the apartment to find help before the last straps get on our body. No one is going to care if you're naked if you have a legit problem."

Unfortunately even the process of getting his body up was like moving against wet cement as his latex limbs continued with their own agenda. His fully latex arms seemed to have a mind of their own as they reached for the table once again, this time grabbing the remaining straps despite Soul's best efforts to stop them. It didn't help his concentration that he was fully aroused, his red cock jutting out into the air distracting him. He could feel the haze of lust making it harder to think, more difficult to concentrate on what he was trying to do as he began to move into his bedroom. It was clear that the cuffs were ready to finish the process that it had started and the resistance the dragon put up continued to erode with every pleasure-filled second.

It wasn't long before Soul found himself on his own back, tail flopped against his bed sheets as his arms and legs positioned him. Though he could still wiggle his back and head it proved largely ineffective as the two longest straps were picked up by his own hands. This time there was no need for them to slither over his body, the latex version of himself had gotten enough control to put the rubber around his thighs and secure them into place. Once they were on Soul felt the sensation of movement in his arms once again, likely due to the fact that it had done what was needed.

"W-wait..." Soul said as he watched the rubber immediately begin to cascade towards his groin, both from the newly-placed cuffs on his thighs as well as the latex that had partially covered his chest. "I don't... I don't want to be a rubber dragon, I like being my furry self. I'm sure my owner will... my... owner..."

The words had rolled off his tongue like he said it a hundred times before, even though the implication of their meaning shocked him. He... he didn't have an owner, he thought to himself as the rubber began to push up against his taint and spread towards his tailhole and his cock, he was his own self. It caused him to redouble his efforts at trying to get the latex off of him, but the more he fought it the faster it seemed to spread over his fur. This couldn't be happening to him, he thought as he tried to chew off the cuffs only to find his teeth unable to puncture them, he wasn't some sort of pet...

The second his mind went to the word pet he was rewarded with a jolt of pleasure as the latex continued to assimilate his body. His fingers pressed into his bed as he felt a thick tendril of the substance that had pressed against his rear begin to push inside him. A series of gasps and moans left his lips as it continued to spread his insides open, the tentacle reshaping into some sort of rubber dildo as it continued to thicken inside him. As it pushed deep into him and began to nudge against his prostate he realized in the back of his mind something was wrong, an insertion that big should have hurt as it grew bigger, yet all he could feel was pure pleasure as he felt the tingling in his insides began to spread.

It was then Soul came to the realization that this wasn't just some sort of latex suit covering his body, he was actually being turned into a rubber dragon! The shocking realization snapped him out of his stupor enough to try and move his body to escape, but everything suddenly felt like a lead weight as his rubber body betrayed him once again. It was the latex that wanted to be the pet, not him, he tried to continue to repeat in his mind as more of the rubber swirled over his throbbing cock, the spire of flesh the last thing that remained organic as the substance quickly cascaded down his tail until it coated the tip. To Soul it seemed like they were saving that for last, letting him watch his own member throb with pure arousal as he struggled to fight the urges they were feeding him.

Soul quickly figured out that the rubber was using his own urges against him, that every time he thought about being a pet dragon it would assimilate a little more of the sensitive flesh while trying to resist it caused the sensations to deaden. At the same time the rubber cock inside him continued to push deeper inside him, not enough to take away his attention from what was happening to his groin, but with every little nudge against his prostate it caused more waves of pleasure to crash through the dragon's body. After a few minutes Soul could feel his body trembling from sheer pleasure as the mantra in his head was warped by his own needs, his mind slipping up and telling him that he was the rubber dragon pet all along...

As soon as his brain acknowledged that possibility for a mere second the rubber on his body took the opportunity to strike. Soul let out a loud moan as his cock was completely coated, the blue and white rubber turning to red as it covered him from base to tip. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life as his dragon struggled to keep any semblance of thought over the onslaught of pleasure he was experiencing. At this point Soul could no longer take it, his need to remain himself has been replaced with a need to get off made more desperate by his own body rubbing its latex parts against one another. Every part of him tingled with the erotic sensation of latex on latex, the squeaking drowned out only by his own moans as he began to stroke himself with his rubbery hands.

It wasn't long though before Soul felt something changing, his gasps growing louder as the exquisite sensation of building up to climax suddenly began to ebb away. He began to pump faster on his own cock to try and compensate, but soon he hardly began to feel anything as he threw his hands towards the side of the bed in desperation. It was then the dragon saw what was causing his problem and his eyes widened at the site. His entire member looked like it had been covered in several thick layers of blue and white rubber, with only the tip of his cockhead piercing through it. As he continued to watch it flopped against the skin just under his abs and instantly the two sides or rubber bonded together, giving him a rubber sheath that contained his maleness within.

"No..." Soul said as he pawed against the smooth bulge, trying to get some stimulation out of it as he began to squeeze and rub against it. "Please, no... I was so close..." His hands rubbed and massaged the mass of rubber while at the same time trying to get as much stimulation as possible to finish off his pleasure-wracked body, only for the sensations to get him so close before once again they ebbed away. "I don't care about the rubber anymore, just get me off!"

After nearly twenty minutes his rubber dragon form collapsed against the bed, panting heavily as his latest attempt to orgasm was met with failure once again. No matter what he tried he couldn't finish and he didn't know why. As he groaned and rubbed his head with his hands he stopped dead in his tracks as he realized that his face, his ears, and everything else still had fur on it. Of course, he thought to himself as he looked at the side of the bed where the collar had remained all this time, he hadn't completed his transformation yet, so his body wouldn't allow him to finish until he did.

As his hand eagerly reached out and grabbed the last piece of rubber an epiphany washed over him that managed to banish the almost drunken pleasure away enough for him to think. At this point he felt like there may be a possibility to change himself back, he thought as he looked down at the collar that a few seconds ago he had almost wrapped around his neck. But if he put it on he may get his climax, but he would likely not only be a latex dragon for the rest of his life, but also possibly some sort of plaything for another. His hands began to tremble as the need for release crept back into his body, his horniness clouding his mind once again as he had enough resolve for one last decision... throw the collar aside and try to run, or put it on and surrender himself completely. Though in the back of his mind he screamed to toss it away, he felt himself hesitate for a few seconds...

...that was all the time his body needed to corrode the last of his willpower away. While still holding the collar the levy of rational thought and realization that had held the pleasure back enough for him to think broke. He clenched as the rubber cock inside him pushed deep inside him and caused his hips to buck up from the stimulation. It was more than the dragon could take anymore, and before he even realized what he was doing, he put the collar around his neck and pressed the two ends together.

Relax.

The word entered his head as soon as the rubber began to creep up his neck, the sensations that had been driving him before now formed actual words in his head as he felt the latex slither through his head fur. It was the most surreal feeling in the world to hear a voice that wasn't his own rattle around his skull, but as the rubber began to push past his lips and into his maw he realized that he had truly passed the point of no return. The latex dragon didn't know what to do anymore as it crept over his large triangular ears, feeling the pressure of the tendrils as they began to spread inside them.

A good pet obeys his master.

This time the voice had begun to shift, taking on cadences and tones that were much like his own as the rubber began to coat his teeth and the inside of his mouth. As it continued to invade his head from all sides the latex on his lips began to knit together, sealing his muzzle shut as his entire form continued to shake from the built up pleasure in his body. Whatever was happening to him now Soul just wanted to release, just wanted the horniness to end so that he could finally think straight...

A pet has no need to think, a latex dragon is always horny.

The words hit his mind like a sledgehammer as the voice was once more his own, though whether it had corrupted his own thoughts or somehow perfectly mimicked his own he couldn't tell nor care anymore. His hands had drifted back towards his sheath and began to massage the rubber cock hidden within as the words continued to repeat in his head. Always horny... no need to think... it rang through him as his eyes widened while latex assimilated them, too. After a few blinks they had been transformed into solid, shiny, cyan orbs that stared vacantly at the city as he continued on his quest for release, hoping that now that he had given in completely he could finally... finally cum...

Pets only cum when their owner tells them to.

Every latex muscle in the dragon's body tensed at once when he heard his inner monologue say that, which caused him to thrash about in his bed and stimulate himself further. A pet cums on their owner's command... he doesn't have an owner... he can't cum. His realization turned to desperation as the latex dragon tried to shout, only to have it come out as a muffled grunt from his sealed muzzle as he continued to rub everywhere. His tail, his hands, everything was used to try and finally orgasm, but no matter what the rubber dragon did he couldn't quite get to that plateau he needed. Eventually the only thing he was doing was riling himself up further and deepening the maddening lust that he had fallen victim to as he flopped back onto the bed.

As the latex dragon laid there he tried anything to douse the fires of his self-inflicted passion, but all his mind could focus on were the mantras that had been fed into his susceptible brain. It became a loop, he would think of himself to relax, which began to help, and that a good pet obeyed his master and that there was no need for him to think. But then he would get to the part where a latex dragon was always horny and it would cause all the feelings to come back, which would cause him to start to stimulate himself once again until he came to the realization that he would only cum when his owner told him to... and he had no owner... yet...

Hours passed in that manner and each time Soul's struggles decreased in intensity and duration. No matter how hard he tried the combination of commands being fed into his brain and the rubber restraining his pleasure made it impossible for him to orgasm. Items in his bedroom had been knocked over as the rubber dragon rubbed against everything and anything to try and get that little extra bit of stimulation, collapsing when he got close to the peak only to fall back down again. As the light of the sun began to creep into the window Soul had wearily crawled back up onto his bed, both hands still exhaustedly attempting to stroke his rubber, sheath-covered cock before his psyche finally succumbed to the deep pool of lust and could no longer process commands, leaving him in maddening, unquenchable lust.

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The next day there was another knock on the door, but this time instead of something being left behind there was the sound of metal scraping against the lock after a few minutes. When the door opened two men in delivery outfits came in with a large crate on a dolly that they set in the middle of a kitchen. "You sure this is the place?" the ocelot asked his fellow feline counterpart, both of them looking up when they heard a loud muffled cry from the bedroom. "Yep, this is it alright, let's get the goods."

The two cracked open the crate and left it there before they entered Soul's room, both of them smirking as they saw the latex dragon laying there on his bed. "He's completely blissed out," the tiger said as he waved a hand over the open eyes of the dragon, whom did nothing but twitch and slightly push his hips up in the air. "Must have been this way for hours now, he's going to pop like a bottle of shaken champagne when he gets to his new owner. Shame, wouldn't mind sampling the merchandise, myself."

"Well that's exactly why they do it like this," the ocelot replied as they took a heavy blanket and rolled the lust-drunk male onto it. "Make sure no one gets to play with the new pets before their owner does. Last time someone delivered an unsealed pet they ended up becoming one for the higher-ups, themselves, though knowing the guy it probably wasn't a huge loss for him."

"Yeah, I know who you're talking about," the tiger said as they made sure that the molded cushion that would fit the rubber dragon was in place. "I hear these things are constantly horny and ready to do anything you want, like a servant you can fuck. Makes me wish that I could get me one of these."

"Maybe if you win the lottery," the ocelot chuckled as he looked down at the vacant face of the dragon. "Well this one is going to some lucky guy who could afford it. You know sometimes I wonder what's going through their minds as we put them away, not enough for me to risk my job asking, but still you gotta wonder if anyone's home considering the lights still look like they're on."

The other male chuckled as they took the latex dragon and moved him to the living room. The jostling was enough to slightly break Soul out of his lust-induced trance, though at this point he was so overloaded with pleasure he could do nothing but listen to the two males talk while they moved him towards the large crate and began to pack him away. As much as he desperately wished that the two males would use his body, shoving their cocks inside him to even just momentarily satiate his desperate need, he knew they couldn't. No... he was going to be at maximum horniness for his new owner, he had to show him how much he could obey... and his last thoughts before the lid was put over the crate was how lucky he would be if his owner let him cum...