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Moving through the long, dusty halls of the temple Acorn continued to adapt to his new body. It still felt so very odd to be this small. Flapping his wings he fluttered his way up to the top of a broken pillar and settled down to look at himself in the reflective surface of the copper panel stapled to the wall.

He was barely two feet tall, with long, lanky legs, a short body and tiny arms with stumpy fingers. His wings were wide, powerful and easily capable of keeping him in the air for hours. Acorn ran his fingers through his short, thick grey fur, admiring how it looked on him, the join between his dark grey back fur as it lightened into a white/grey coating across his neck, chest, stomach and navel.

Blushing quietly as his eyes were drawn to his crotch Acorn shifted his thick tail around. His instincts were assuring him being naked was natural. But his mind still kept being caught off guard by it, some vague sense that he should have clothes lingering from the life he'd had before.

It was still a bit hazy, he'd been... another species, he was sure of that from the oversized clothes he'd crawled out of. He'd tried to claim the Whisper of the Occult as his... the Master was a sentient artefact, guarded by magic, tricks, traps, challenges and its guardians. Ultimately it was protected by its own free will and personality.

When Acorn ... or whatever his name had been before the change, had tried to claim Whisper he'd been judged unworthy. Or maybe too worthy, or his first wish hadn't been worded properly. There had been a desire, a wish, a need to be with the Whisper forever. So the chaotic magic that was at the core of the Master's being had granted that desire.

Examining his eye stripes and flapping his wings Acorn examined his body again. It was definitely a Nimbat. One of the exotic, rare, fey like creatures assigned to guard, protect and safeguard the greatest magical artefacts ever created. Now Acorn was one of them, his past self a hazy memory based on guest work. His new name, body and desires were the dominant traits now and this was the life he wanted, he could feel that deep inside.

Turning away from his reflection Acorn launched himself into the air and soared along the corridor. Turning left, banking his wings awkwardly he messed up turning entirely and sailed through the doorway into one of the temples numerous rooms. Tumbling out of the air Acorn squeaker as he bounced off the floor and fetched up against a big pair of soft, orange coloured paws.

Looking up, and up over what seemed like an endless field of soft creamy orange fur Acorn eventually found the whiskered, bucktooth sporting, fang assisted grin of Frisky. His orange and cream fellow guardian was huge and more importantly hiding out as the master's preferred avatar species, the surmelle. The odd weasel, rat hybrid with the stomach pouch, tiny tail and great big rodent/weasel snaggle toothed muzzle.

"Frisky... why are you pretending to be the master?" Acorn asked as big orange paws picked him up and gently but firmly tucked him into Frisky's pouch. The flap of fur coated material bulged as Acorn slid inside but he grabbed the lip with his hands to keep his head poking out.

"I'm having some fun," Frisky rumbled in a deep, happy voice as he continued to work on the lock on a large chest, "And Master has locked this to only open for a surmelle."

Wriggling to get comfortable in the pouch Acorn peered at the big stone chest then twisted to look up at Frisky, "And should we be breaking into the Masters stuff?"

Heaving open the lid with one paw Frisky pushed Acorn's head down into his pouch with the other, "Of course, it's fun and filled with interesting things!"

With a squeak Acorn squirmed around inside the pouch, pushing against the stretchy walls and pulling himself up so he could poke his head back out, "What is the point of this pouch anyway?" he grumbled as he clung to the edge of it, "I mean it's not used to nurse the young or anything is it?"

"It's useful, for storing inquisitive new nimbat brothers in," Frisky declared as he rooted around inside the chest, "Ah ha, here it is," he pulled something sleek and slippery out of the chest, the material strangely soft and smooth as it poured, like a solid liquid between Frisky's big stumpy fingers.

"What is it?" Acorn asked curiously, trying to peer up at the odd material, "What's it made out of?"

"It's Neoprene," Frisky said, "It's a sort of... modern day waterproof material, this one is shaped like a ferret head see," tucking his paws inside the mask he spread it wide so Acorn could see the two toned fabric. It was a soft light grey colour with a dark grey ferret mask around the eyes. It had a muzzle, two cute round ears, it was certainly the shape of a flexible, stretchy ferret hood.

"Ok, so why is it in Masters chest of magic items?"

"This thing is full of masks and hoods and accessories of all sorts of creatures and species. They turn whoever puts it on into the creature the accessory is linked to, I love using these as traps on heroes trying to sneak in."

"Do you now?" a deeper, soft voice filled with amusement queried from behind them. Frisky squeaked and span around and Acorn clung to the pouch to avoid slipping back inside. Standing in the door was the Master! Whisper of the Occult in in his favourite, two toned green surmelle body with the star strewn shock of black furred mohawk and mane atop his head.

"Oh, Master," Frisky grinned, "Yeah, I like using these they are... good fun..." Frisky squirmed a bit as Whisper walked over and Acorn squeaked as the pouch he was tucked into started to grow tight. Frisky was shrinking as their master approached, the familiar tingle of his magic making the grey nimbat's ears twitch and his wings flap in anticipation.

Whisper leant down and plucked the neoprene ferret mask out of Frisky's paws, he stretched the opening in the neck wide and grinned impishly at the smaller surmelle, "Good thing you're so curious, I've not had this out in ages and of course, you'll look nice as a ferret Frisky."

"I'll look nice as a ferret, sir," Frisky whined, not resisting as Whisper pulled the sleek, slippery material over the orange surmelle's head. It fit perfectly, the stretchy, artificial material moulding itself to Frisky's muzzle, coating his ears and clinging tightly around the base of neck.

As soon as Whisper let go of the mask's edges it shrank, squeezing Frisky's head and making him squeak. The sleek neoprene of the hood started to slide down Frisky's body body, coating his arms and chest swiftly. Acorn squirmed and started to climb out of the pouch as the neoprene closed in on him.

He was stopped from climbing out as Frisky's paws closed over his head and pushed him back inside. Squeaking in alarm the grey nimbat started to wiggle and squirm, trying to push free but Frisky held the pouch firmly shut trapping Acorn inside.

"I wonder how shiny and neoprene our good Acorn nimbat will get."

Acorn squeaked as the walls of his prison changed from smooth velvet like fur to tough rubbery sleekness. The neoprene spread across the entirety of the pouch and it started to shrink, moulding itself around Acorn's body. Trapped, wriggling desperately Acorn bucked from side to side pushing against the tightening walls. He couldn't win though ,the pressure increased, his wings and limbs were pushed together leaving him stuck and slick as the neoprene pressed against his body started to get slick.

Within a few moments Acorn found his fur growing slick, it's natural fluffiness suppressed under a layer of liquid neoprene. It sank into his body causing him to squeak and gasp as everything shifted. His body grew tighter, sleeker, smoother against the still tightening walls of the pouch, everything pressed and squeezed and with a sudden pop Acorn rolled out of Frisky as the pouch sealed shut as the orange surmelle was forced into the noodle like body shape of a ferret.

Sprawled on the floor, Acorn looked at his arms, pushed himself up onto all fours and curled his tail around to admire his smooth, sleek, grey body. It was solid and stiff, smooth yet rubbery, heavy and slick, his body was like a living nimbat shaped wetsuit creature, solid, with no cavity inside.

"There we go, nice neoprene ferret and nimbat," Whisper praised them as he leant down to press a paw on Acorn's back and stroke Frisky's sleek head.

"Eeef, mrrf, that's me sir," Frisy blushed as he pressed in against Acorn and kissed him gently, "Acorn is adorable too, eheee we are good boys."

Whisper reached down, his large green paws plucking both of the boys up off the ground. One neoprene ferret, one neoprene nimbat, he held them against his stomach for a moment and smiled down at them, "Good pets."

I'm a good pet, sir," Frisky dooked, cuddling his sleek nimbat and Acorn snuggled him back as they were rolled and stroked and teased by Whisper's large paws.

"You are both good pets, and good pets get rewarded," Whisper said with a smile then pushed them both down into his pouch. Acorn squeaked and squirmed around, pressing his paws against Frisky as they got all jumped together inside the warm fluffy pouch.

Acorn wriggled his nose as he wound up with it pressed up against the grey neoprene ferret's crotch. Smiling softly Acorn flickered his tongue out, lapping at Frisky's sheath.

Frisky whined as Acorn continued to tease him with his tongue, "I'm a good ferret, I'll be your good ferret," he promised, wriggling as his shaft started to grow out of its shiny home. Acorn grinned, pushing Frisky onto his back, abandoning the teasing licks to the ferret's sheath and firmly, teasingly let him feel Acorn's own excited neoprene poke brushing against Frisky's heavy balls.

"Gonna make master's pouch super sticky," Acorn squeaked eagerly as Frisky groaned and let his cute little ferret muzzle hang open.

"Mmmf, you can do that, you should," Frisky begged and with a happy groan Acorn rolled his hips and pushed his shaft up into the welcoming, warm rump of his fellow living neoprene toy. With his wings fluttering Acorn groaned in delight and ran his paws up and down the smooth expanse of Frisky's body, teasing his shaft as he continued to grow hard beneath Acorn's teasing, slow thrusting hips.

Acorn's eyes closed, his body tensed and his wings spread wide with each thrust that forward that saw his shaft settle all the way inside. His shaft was leaking pre, slick slippery lubricant which made his smooth neoprene shaft easier to slip and slide in and out of the wriggling ferret groaning and squeaking beneath him.

"Rrrffff... squeaky, slippy, happy neoprene ferret in pouch," Frisky moaned, head back, muzzle opening and shutting as he dooked in delight at each thumping thrust home, "Look at us, shiny sleek, leaky sticky boys... good shiny toys, going to make a mess."

Acorn leant over, pulling Frisky's head down and started to kiss him, sleek muzzles pressed and squeaking against each other as he let his tongue tease the ferret's. Acorn continued to thrust, humping hard but slow, building up groaning around the intimate kiss with the ferret as the tingly and needy tension built up inside his body. He was a good boy working himself up to a big sticky mess.

The smooth pouch grew muskier around the pair of good boys as Acorn allowed himself to speed up, humping faster, harder, poke buried deep inside the rippling, teasing living neoprene of his magical brother ferret. He needed to blow so badly, he could feel his nuts tingling, ready to release but he was trapped, like a good pet he needed permission, just like Frisky needed permission but their Master was keeping them both on edge letting them work themselves into a powerful, needy frenzy.

Acorn squeaked, thumping his poke all the way inside of Frisky, only to draw back as his orgasm was denied and then he did it again. Thrusting deep and tensing, then with a shaky, needy whine he drew back out. His body was slick, slippery, sliding up and down across Frisky's own smooth, sleek, wet skin. The walls of Whisper's pouch were now slick with an oozing layer of thick lubricant. It was perfect for softening their living rubber bodies, for causing them to rock and slip and slide sensually against each other.

Breaking the kiss Acorn cried out, arching his head back, body tensing as he held just the tip of his shaft inside Frisky. Whisper's magic was all around them, their bodies glistening and gleaming and with a deep, desperate squeak Acorn slammed his cock home, driving deeper than ever before as Whisper released him from denial. Squeaking the slippery grey nimbat fired a nearly continuous spray of sticky slick seed into Frisky. He couldn't stop, trembling, body tense and locked in place his shaft continued to flood, spurting jet after jet of seed into Frisky until with a deep, groaning, ferret dook his head tilted back, jaws hanging wide as bubbbly thick sticky nimbat seed spurted out of Frisky's maw.

Acorn groaned as his long, drawn out sticky orgasm filled and flooded Frisky. his wet, coated in creamy slickness, neoprene body so smooth and sleek as he trembled above his ferret toy. Finally after what felt like an age his orgasm slowly drained to an end as as he lay atop Frisky the master's voice reached them both.

"Ferret toy, you have a nimbat toy.... cum in him"

Acorn's head comes up and he shuddered, groaning as his wings got stiff and almost against his will he moved to press his paws and legs to either side of Frisky's body. He drew his hips back, shaft remaining hard as it slid free and the nimbat found himself freezing into place.

His muzzle sealing into a stuff, stuck O, smooth and sleek and ready for a slick shaft to slip inside. His body had frozen, crouched on all fours all he could do was watch as the creamy and sticky and panting, good ferret, the printed neoprene ferret slipped out from beneath him.

Acorn groaned as the nimbat toy realised his frozen, stiff, solidified and posed body was now helpless as Frisky licked and spread and teased his body. His muzzle and his rump were both exposed, ready and waiting for Frisky to pick which one he wanted to use. He was a very good ferret toy, he started going all around the naughty neoprene nimbat teasing, licking with his slippy cum-coated tongue, sloshing a bit, leaking a bit before deciding that a rump is where he wanted to be.

Putting his paws on wings, Frisky pounced and chrr hrrf dook dook squeek shiny good toy ferret claimed the toy nimbat causing Acorn to groan, he couldn't move his mouth, couldn't resist, but he didn't mind it felt so good to be a nice neoprene toy, good toy for the ferret toy, slick and slippery and ready.

Frisky was teasy and snuggly and used his paws to tug on wings and pull himself deeper causing him to huff and whine cause he was a good boy, good ferret toy, silly pet with his ferret mask and dook dook dook, humpy like a silly needy ferret stuffing himself deep, leaky, wiggly, shove shoving deep until, ah with a powerful squeak he squirted and leaked and flooded his sticky nimbat. Ears twitching, head back, body stiff, tense, flooding and firing and rolling his hips in short, sharp, eager bursts as he filled Acorn.

Acorn just stood there, groaning, swaying from the rapid thrusting of Frisky's hips, his body filling, growing heavy, head lowering down until that thick, sticky seed oozed over his tongue and dripped from his fangs. It felt so amazing to be filled, to be flooded, to be used and enjoyed as the good neoprene toy he now was.

For a moment they were frozen together and then hefty green paws reached in and lifted them out, one in each paw until they could see the grinning satisfied features of their magical master looming above them,

Without saying anything Whisper lay Acorn on his back then positioned Frisky on all fours above the nimbat. Posed just so to show off his sleek, glistening ferret body. Then shamelessly Whisper moved Acorn's poke into Frisky's maw, pushing it down all the way to the base as the ferret found his muzzle and lips moulding themselves into a sealed ring around the base of that musky thick poke. With his nose pressed to neoprene nimbat crotch Frisky managed a deep, groaning sigh as his shaft was pressed into Acorn's already frozen and waiting muzzle.

With both of them frozen in place, their cocks held, snug and slick and slippery in their fellow neoprene toy's muzzle, "Good boys," Whisper murmured with a delightful grin, "I'll be back for you in... a few days, maybe a century at most..." he laughed warmly, "Keep each other on edge now, no cumming without permission, good toys."

With that he left, heading off to another part of the temple and Acorn groaned as involuntarily he started to suck on Frisky's shaft. His throat, perfectly moulded around his ferret toy's cock started to ripple and tease and tug on that delightful shaft. Frisky was doing the same to his shaft, teasing it, sucking it and despite only recently having cum the good toy could already feel the faint stirring of need deep inside his balls. He didn't stop, didn't moan or protest except for the odd squeak of pleasure, he was a good toy, a good servant and guardian of the Master's. It also felt so very, very good as he was sucked and teased and frozen in place to be a good toy.