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Pup Popper Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Reyn_The_Lucario

The sounds of pride echoed through the streets, carrying the celebration up and downtown. The busses had been painted over with rainbows, there were special planter boxes, vendors were selling wares out of carts and stalls. It wasn't always easy, there was still bigotry, but it seemed like each year it lost more of its grip and tolerance, compassion, and love were making strides. While internally that filled Zeydaan with great relief and joy, he wasn't sure how to show it outwardly.

The young anthro timber wolf moved down the street, the wind blowing through the cream and black fur on his exposed arms. It was a rather hot day so he had opted for a simple polo and khaki shorts. His clothing was almost as muted in color as his fur. Only his tuft of dark copper brown hair gave him a hint of color. Sometimes he longed for a louder lifestyle, but between still being firmly wedged in the closet and his natural tendency to be rather clean and organized, he wasn't sure how he'd ever be able to incorporate it into his life.

Zeydaan fiddled with his clawed fingers as he walked, feeling that natural tug of war inside of him. He longed to be more expressive, more honest, but there was a sadness, a tiredness in his brown eyes. Maybe it was a better idea to take the alley to get to work, bypass the main festival. Zeydaan rounded the corner, expecting to find the usual quiet alley but he stumbled to a stop in shock.

While the main thoroughfares had been given to the pride festival as a whole, it seemed the side streets had been granted to more niche crowds... The alley was full of individuals, almost entirely men, in various states of rubber and leather. There were young human men on their hands and knees with rubber canine masks and boxing like mits covering their hands. There were anthros in tight, form fitting rubber suits that accentuated their natural physique. There were bearded men with rubber canine ears.

There was so much masculinity all jam packed into one narrow alley it was almost overwhelming... Tables of beer, rubber clad groins grinding, leashes, collars. Zeydaan's heart was racing and his groin was stirring. It was too much for the little wolf to process. He turned tail to leave, moving back up the alley. He was nearly out when he saw a strange device clipped to the lamp post. It was large, electronic, holding a large reservoir - and it was growing.

Zeydaan stopped in confusion to look at it as it expanded just before it burst, spewing viscous, sticky black goo across his shoulder and arm. The substance was thicker than anything Zeydaan had ever experienced, running over his fur without soaking into it. It spread out across his shoulder and slipped down his arm. The wolf reached up to try and wipe it away, but as his hand dipped into it, the goo slipped up over it, contracting and constricting. Zeydaan pulled his hand away and the black slime stretched out, creating a tendril between his chest and his hand, refusing to let go.

"Someone, help!" Zeydaan called out, but as he looked up he saw there were other devices bursting over other guests, coating them with the same slime. Confusion was spreading, panic settling in. Zeydaan murmured as the goo started moving on its own. It stretched around his neck, tendrils slinging out and interlocking before they hardened, stiffened, tightened. As the goo hardened, it formed into a collar around his throat; dark black, reinforced, with a single loop for a leash to clip onto.

Zeydaan whimpered, his hand still latched to his chest. He stumbled away from the alley, making it a few steps before his walking became more difficult. The goo was spreading further, faster, and thicker. It had spread across his shoulders and started to coat his other arm, dripping down his spine, wrapping around his other leg. Zeydaan felt taking strides more difficult with each step.

Creaking, cracking, squeaking and popping came from his lower extremities as his legs were modified. Their very shape went from digitigrades to a more human stance, his internal form reshaped by his external - but nothing could prepare him for what happened next. While the strange, highly mobile slime had moved steadily across his torso, it wrapped tendrils around the base of his tail, compressing down to the root.

As a ring formed there that was stiff and hard, it seemed to have all the anchor it needed before a thick sheet of the slime shot out across his tail, sweeping over the fur, trapping it, encasing it, coating it completely. Zeydaan grabbed onto the brick wall with his free hand to steady himself, groaning suddenly as the goo coated tail began to compress, to tighten, to shrink.

The big fluffy tail was compacted, reduced, and tightened. It was honed down into a smaller and smaller space, coming to a single sharp point. The tail's mass remained, but it was concentrated into a stiff, rubbery point - and that compressed mass was migrating, moving, shifting, and then plunging down deep into his ass.

The wolf howled gently as he was penetrated, his tight ring forced wide, the mass expanding inside of him and hardening into a plug. Zeydaan moaned out more, the goo sliding down his other arm and over his hand, dribbling down his leg to move over his paw. He smelled a strange scent, the sizzling of fabric. Where the goo had hit him, it had already been dissolved, but the remaining tatters were falling away, eaten, destroyed, leaving him naked.

Zeydaan wasn't making any more progress to the end of the alley. He felt the goo slip between his toes before firming outward, coating his left foot. His right hand finally snapped free of his chest, but the goo covered his fingers, coating them and making them look more human than before. It began to surge down his right leg, trying to catch up, but as it reached his groin, something strange and wonderful started to happen.

The fear that had been filling Zeydaan's heart was soon tinged with a surprised arousal. The goo slipped over his balls, pressing the fur down, showing just how plump and round and firm they were. It slipped up over his sheath before plunging down inside, coating his shaft. Zeydaan nearly fell to his knees. The goo was hot, slick, tight, and merciless. It coated his shaft, turning distinct biological functions into one contiguous substance. The goo spewed out of his sheath, hardening again, coaxing his meat up and out of its prison. From the outside it looked simply like his balls had a pendulous extension rising up, but the black goo began to take on crimson hues, brightening up, getting more distinct.

Slowly Zeydaan's left hand drifted down to massage his balls, the squeak of rubber on rubber audible. He didn't dare touch his changing shaft, but he wanted his embrace to be close, to accentuate it as he shuddered. His tight, crop like rubber tail began to wag and squeak behind him as his feet wriggled in their new encasements.

With the wolf's resistance interrupted, the goo no longer had an obstacle. It slipped up under his chin, up his cheeks, spreading in thick sheets over his muzzle and around the back of his head. Strands slung over his tuft of hair, locking together before coating his ears. As the goo got warmer, his ears began to shrink, turning entirely to rubber. The viscous slime closed off over his head, the last bits of his fur disappearing beneath the black encasement. Suddenly deprived of air and light, Zeydaan murmured, mumbling through the black rubber.

Having accomplished its mission, the goo began to stiffen, harden and refine. It dried out into an incredibly resilient rubber that did not run, showing off vaguely the wolf's pectorals. The goo over his legs became tough, thick treaded boots that seamlessly melded with the rest of his coating. The red goo over his shaft stretched outward longer and longer, taking on a few inches before it stopped and tightened, giving him a healthy nine inches of fire engine red shaft.

That left only the goo covering Zeydaan's head to refine. The shape became more generic, angles rounding out into curves. There was a narrow hole over his mouth for air that opened up. The coating over his eyes became translucent, taking on a red huge, almost seeming like goggle material. As the lenses finished forming, they suddenly illuminated with complex fractal patterns spiraling around, triggering the optic nerves to relay information directly into Zeydaan's mind.

All restraint, all resistance, all shock and confusion ceased. Zeydaan's breathing fell into a rhythm - in, out, in, out. Steady, measured, calm. His heart rate slowed back to normal, thumping in a predictable pattern. It almost felt like the goo was crawling around his brain now, coating, stretching, making itself at home. His memories were being reconfigured, his interests and drives were being changed... but the fact that he was gay? That... that was being enhanced.

The walls of his internal closet were flung from their fixtures - his closet was more like a public clothes rack now that the goo had its way. He was gay, and not only was he out, but he wanted the world to know. Memories wriggled and shifted. Suddenly he remembered teenage dalliances and experiments, too horny to restrain himself. Clear pre began to dribble from his red rubber cock. New memories of his first kinky experiments formed, the feel of a leash, the feel of being at the mercy of another. He shuddered and thicker cum began to squirt and spray. His balls felt like they were factories, his cum production spiking through the roof.

His useless mitten like hands flexed and shifted as his memories reformed. What little bit of Zeydaan remained wondered if this goo had been programmed, or if it was organic. Those thoughts faded away as they were replaced with other implanted memories of sucking off boys beneath tables, of being taken on walks...

All of the hot, sexy thoughts coaxed his rubber clad hand to his shaft and soon it was sliding up and down his rubber shaft, working it, squeezing it, letting Zeydaan drift off into thoughts of his newly kinky life, his memories. But when he saw his reflection in the memories, it wasn't of a wolf, it was of a human that longed to be a canine, a rubber pup.

In these memories, his meager fleshy existence was enhanced by the rubber. He had been a brown haired young man, thin, not all that interesting until he put on the mask. Obscuring his identity, his lithe, youthful body had been perfect for pup play. He'd tried tail plugs, he'd tried the gloves, but when he heard of the pup poppers, that had been it. He knew that was his future, a rubber suit he couldn't take off, and a life of servitude.

The sound of footsteps coming made Zeydaan turn. He looked up to see a six foot tall human approaching. His black hair was had a strong jaw line, his black stubble interrupted to form thick sideburns and a goatee rather than a full beard. His short hair was trapped beneath a black baseball cap marked K-9, and a rubber vest hung down over a black t-shirt tight enough to show off every muscle he had. The man had on leather pants, but a very thick, long, rubber canine phallus extended out from his fly, jutting up proudly.

Without him saying a word, Zeydaan knew this was his master. He lunged forward, his rubber muzzle coming down, the narrow hole plunging around that thick rubber shaft. The hole stretched wide as he got a mouth full of the red cock, letting it fill his mouth, his throat, his essence. He began to bob up and down, sucking and slurping, even without air. His mitten hands reached out to hold on to his master's hips. The man moaned happily, a hand slipping around the back of Zeydaan's rubber head, using the grip to force him down and up faster, easier, harder.

The master's free hand brought up a leash, clipping it to the ring on Zeydaan's collar. Pleased to be claimed, Zeydaan shuddered, thick ropes of cum launching freely from his own shaft, spewing across the ground. Zeydaan sucked and slurped until the master moaned happily, releashing a bountiful load of cum down his throat. Zeydaan drank it and shuddered, feeling his deepest nourishment met. Since had had put on the suit, it seemed like the only nutrition he needed was cum... Slowly he pulled off, a splort of cum leaking from the hole in his rubber muzzle. The master sighed happily and reached up to caress the sleek, slick rubber head of his pet.

"You scared me, running away like that..." he said, reaching down to rub at Zeydaan's balls. The rubber pup's tail began to wag eagerly. The master grinned, "Now, be a good boy and come with me. You have a lot of new brothers we have to welcome to our pack." he said with a smile, turning to walk back into the alley. The leash didn't even get tight before Zeydaan was following after his master, thinking he was a human in a pup suit, not aware of the life he was leaving behind him.