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All Dolled Up: Delivery

by Felekar

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/felekar/

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Trying a little something here. This is the same All Dolled Up story as the other, just split up for easier reading. It was written as a commission, so please, enjoy! ^^

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"Alright, sign here," the burly black stallion held out an electronic pad with a bored expression, as he had a hundred times this week. The tall man wore the usual delivery worker fare, a matching button up shirt and too-short shorts that really left nothing to the imagination, both light brown in stark contrast with his short fur, the company logo on the left side of his chest.

Rick did as requested, though with a bit of a puzzled expression. He hadn't ordered anything, and was not expecting anything from anyone. The man signaled him to wait a moment and went back to the large brown delivery truck parked in front of the house, reached into the back, and pulled out a large, three foot square box with a company logo on the front; a pocket watch on a chain with the letters 'RHI' over the face. His eyes lit up, and his ears perked high when he saw where it had come from. He had discovered their website not long ago; a dealer in the exotic and erotic, with a large portion of the site devoted to incredibly expensive adult latex toys.

The horse carried the box with relative ease up the short walkway, and the jolteon stepped aside, ears perked, his mind already a buzz with what it could be. The muscled man dipped his head through the front door, into the living room a step, and set the box on the floor in the living room. With just a little nod to his customer, he was back out the door and back to the truck. He watched the stallion go for a lingering moment, then closed the door and turned his attention to this box.

"Huh, wonder what it is?" Rick scratched a paw through his shoulder length orange hair and pondered it a moment. He was certain he had not ordered anything, or entered any sort of contest. Not one to pass up something like this, he really didn't care about why he got it he just cared what it was.

A solid impact with the floor jarred the fox inside awake. He opened his eyes, but saw a world of darkness. He would have moaned, but his muzzle was filled to the back of his tongue with a large purple mass of latex in the shape of a canine's cock, the knot tucked behind his teeth like a ballgag. He again tried to struggle, but all his movements were prevented in any direction. In moments a sharp vibration hit his prostate, and only grew stronger the more he attempted to move. Purple latex coated every inch of his body, sans his twin tails, and what felt like a fairly large canine dildo was embedded firmly in his rear.

The price he paid next was that of overstimulation. The suit had long since found his various weak spots; the rim of his ears, the base of his tail, his lips, a coiled lick around his tailhole and had made numerous other places just as sensitive. The stuff never left him completely alone. Ever since his poor choice to open that damned case that fateful, rainy night, he had regretted it.

All through his trip he had been kept at least half-hard, with no way to take care of it. His body had been bound and immobilized to little more than a slight wiggle in any direction by purple latex. His calves and thighs were glued together, his arms bound against his chest, and paws set into mitts to render them useless. His shaft had been allowed to retreat a little ways overnight, but the upper third still hung outside, the tip settled on his chin in his contorted state. It felt constricted and, as morning wood took over, he discovered it had been bound solidly in place, the stuff prevented its advance and growth. He had been in complete darkness since he was sealed inside this box, and all sound was muted heavily.

As far as he was concerned, the all he heard since he got in was the rumble of tires on road, the occasional squeal of brakes, indistinct speech, machinery now and again, more driving; all of that interspersed with bumps and jars, thumps and drops. The packing peanuts around him kept him from any sort of harm, at least of the physical variety. Then, finally, a new sound. One of tearing.

"So, what do we have here?" The bound fox's ears perked when he heard the muffled voice above him once again. Rick had folded the scissors open and sliced through the packing tape that held the box closed. With eager speed he pulled the flaps open and discovered a thin layer of packing peanuts. The yellow furred mon pushed his paws leaned in and scooped the two orange-furred lengths up, and jumped back when they twitched. More curious than ever, he scooped the packaging out of the way then reached in and wrapped his paws around the fox's sides, level with his navel. Even through the rubber the touch tickled.

"Hmm," He surmised it was shaped a bit like a person, and with the knowledge it was from RHI this intrigued him more than ever. He pulled the fox up, and the suit over his body made him sit up. His face now out of the box, his eyes shot open, and he looked around.

This was his friend's house.

REMAIN

SILENT

The words greeted him the instant he could see, dark purple, block letter text in the middle of his vision. Even with everything was tinted violet there was no mistake. He was in his friend's house, encased in a latex body suit, and there was no way for him to signal for help. He let out a faint squeak through his nose and tried to move, to somehow inform Rick, to somehow get help from him, but the suit constricted around him once again and stopped him in his tracks, and those dreaded words filled his vision.

DISOBEDIENCE

=

DISCIPLINE

'Oh no,' he winced and squeezed his eyes shut as a heavy throb pounded against his prostate. The latex undulated inside his rear, and in the same moments the layer that surrounded the tip of his length swirled and rubbed against his long-since oversensitive flesh. He let out a silent choked groan and coiled his tails, which drew a surprised gasp from the jolteon.

"It moved." Rick stared at it for a moment with a blank expression.

YOU

WILL

STAND

The suit unbound his legs silently, and then manipulated his limbs to force him to comply. In an instant he was on his feet. The packing pellets tumbled away all around him, many right out of the box, while a few others clung to his latex coated surface here and there by virtue of static. Of course the jolteon was entirely unprepared for the sudden movement of the purple fox, so leapt back in shock, arms held up defensively.

With Klo upright Rick got a much better view of his new acquisition, at least from behind. A full foot shorter than himself, he recognized the body shape of a fox, and the pair of tails that twitched rapidly over that pert, latex-covered rump was a dead giveaway to the intended species. He adjusted his pants with a quick tug of a paw as they grew just a bit tighter. Still a couple paces away he stepped around t the side and looked over the vulpine in awe. He had read stories about life size dolls developed in Japan; ornate simulacrum with artificial breath, actuators to move on their own, even ones with voice commands. He felt a sort of sympathy for those lonely people that owned them; people with none but a toy for company. At the same time he was extraordinary jealous of them, because he knew the sorts of things they did in their off hours. His pants strained a bit more at the thought.

Klo's eyes went wide as his friend stepped into view. It was one thing to find himself in his friend's home, quite another to come face to face with them. The suits warning to remain silent filled his vision again, but to be this close to salvation was an opportunity too big to ignore. Again he thrashed his tails about and pulled desperately against the suits iron-strong grip, but all he managed for all his efforts was a series of squeaks like those of a dog toy, and the faintest of wiggles. The latex had invaded his the pores from ear to toe. It was no longer just a layer on top of his skin; it /was/ his skin. As such, to pull against it was to fight against his flesh, fruitless at the least, and a bit painful if he tried too hard. Trapped as he was he could do no more than just take the torment.

DISOBEDIENCE

=

DISCIPLINE

With another step, Rick's face lit up with an ear to ear grin. Just as he hoped, it was anatomically correct, and he rushed for a closer look. The creators had put meticulous detail into the toy's cock. It stood proudly from its purple home, half erect right out of the box. It seemed slightly out of proportion with the rest of the body, more suited to a wolf than a fox, but that only made him grin wider.

Without further hesitation his paw wrapped around the Violet shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. The jolteon was surprised to discover that it had give, filled with opaque viscous gel with a solid core, and it was quite warm to the touch.

His eyes widened as he felt faint movement under his fingers, both a rhythmic pulse, and a soft vibration. He thought it strange for a fleeting moment before the realization that it was a sex doll rolled through his mind; a very advanced sex doll. The notion that it was his friend in a suit, bound against his will and frustrated to a terrible degree never even came close to crossing his mind.

"Now, how do I get you out of the box without getting peanuts everywhere," he spoke aloud in thought.

YOU WILL

CLIMB OUT

The suit picked up on the verbal cue and, with no more than a moments pause, maneuvered Klo out of the box, with no consideration as to his feelings about it. Peanuts spilled out with him, but that was of little concern, they could always be cleaned up later.

Ideas raced through Rick's mind as he got a good look at his new toy, now without a box in the way. It was of no shock to the jolteon to find it was latex all the way down to the tips of its individual toes. He was not sure if he expected anything to happen, but as an experiment he spoke another simple command.

"Umm, brush yourself off." Sure enough his encased friend did as he was told without delay. The binding that held his arms securely to his chest peeled away silently, and the bi-tailed fox swept his arms over his body. The suit directed his movements to each individual pellet, and had him flick it away. He did not resist, and as a result the terrible torment the stuff put him though eased dramatically. No longer did it feel like someone was twirling their tongue around his overstimulated tip, that sensation had ebbed back to the slow, maddening swirl he had endured his every waking moment for the past day. it was only enough to be a tease, no matter how long it went that would never be enough to give him release.

Meanwhile, Rick was clueless to his friend's troubles. He just had a new toy, and he was going to find out just what it could do.

"Follow me?" He spoke hesitantly, a little uncertain, but when the latex figure took a step forward he let out a little gleeful squeal.

This was going to be fun.

The jolteon lead on down the short hallway into his bedroom. It was a rather roomy white-washed setup with his well-arranged queen-sized bed in the left corner just inside, foot to the door frame, its sheets soft and thin to deal with warm summer nights. On the far wall was a varnished pine computer desk, the case itself tucked away neatly in its own alcove underneath. A pair of large LCD displays sat on the well-worn wooden surface, his web browser on one, chat program on the other. Behind them a thin, white curtain hung in front of the window to his back yard and let just the perfect amount of light into the room, but prevented any view inside. Storage was taken care of by a large walk-in closet on the right wall. The setup left plenty of space in the center of the room to move about, and he was quite thankful for that at the moment.

Klo followed him without fail, and was stopped just a step into the room. He stood there, quite nervous. His friend was either a good actor, was playing a bad joke, or genuinely didn't know he was in the suit. That worried him. That worried him a lot. He knew all too well what Rick was into, they'd chatted about it, at length, night after night, even role-played it with him numerous times. He'd had fantasies about this very sort of position for years, but now, to find himself really in it...

He was torn rather sharply from his thoughts by a very firm grope. As before the semi-liquid latex that surrounded his shaft squished out down into his sheath, compressed around his knot, and flowed out in all directions, then rushed back into place the instant that grip was released. The fox let out a sharp squeak through his nose and shivered in place, and his tails flagged behind him.

"Now let's get a good look at you." Rick leaned down face to face with Klo, and looked him square in the eye, inches from his nose. The jolteon brought a paw up and stroked it up the fox's chin, to the end of his muzzle. At his lips he found a divot in the material. Intrigued, he probed a finger against it. He found that it parted rather easily, and allowed passage into the mouth behind. The fox pushed his tongue up against the bottom of the hollow knot-gag in an attempt to alert his pal, and even managed to deflect the wall a little against his friend's probing finger, but it did him no good.

That grin on the mon's face changed to that of mischief. "I wonder," he looked around a little guiltily for just a moment before he spoke again, "if this thing can give a blowjob."

YOU

WILL

KNEEL

In just a moment Klonoa's legs buckled, and he found himself upon his knees on the floor in quite a hurry. The fox gave a surprised squeak as he fell and found himself face to face with his friend's crotch. The suit pulled his arms up to either side of the clasp and settled his mitted paws against the waist of his pants. They were in solid latex mittens, and made useless for manipulating anything with his fingers, so his head was angled upward to put him in a position that looked like he was begging.

"My my, eager aren't we?" The power was already going to his head. He had the perfect little toy, eager and ready to follow his every command. "Aww, does foxy want it?" The suit forced a nod. "Well then," he unsnapped the button of his pants, "this way, boy." He chuckled at the last word and took a step back, then watched with a giddy look on his face as Klo inched forward on his knees to follow, paws held in position. He stepped over to the edge of his bed and took a seat. His new toy followed obediently, even against his wishes. The vulpine was forced over, nose to crotch once again, and made to nuzzle at the jolteon's firm erection through the cloth, which drew a long, throaty murr from him.

This was just too hot. He could wait no longer. With eager speed he pulled open the fly of his pants and wriggled out of them. His pride and joy already snuck out of the hole of his boxers, and stood proudly in stark contrast to the dark blue silk. Rick's length was distinctly canid in form; the tip tapered to a point, the shaft was long enough to wrap his paw around it and have room to spare on either side, and his knot was a bit more than half the size of his fist when he came. It had already engorged itself quite a lot, and was oozing precum.

The suit made sure Klo wasted no time. It pulled him forward and dragged his latex-coated nose up through the layer of pre on Rick's cock. He had little choice but to inhale the heady scent. The aroma sent shivers through his body, right to the tips of his tails. His mittened paws scooped to either side of the slick shaft and pulled it away from the jolteon's short, yellow bellyfur to get a better angle. The fox made another dogtoy-like squeak as he was drawn up and made to stand on his knees, and through the entire motion the end of his slicked muzzle never left the end of his friend's cock, not for a moment. His covered paws pulled it forward just that fraction more, then he plunged the tip into the crevice between his lips.

YOU WILL

SUCK

NOW

Rick settled a paw on top of Klo's head and pulled him down in one, long smooth stroke, until the fox's nose was buried against his sheath. The walls deeper inside his muzzle were soft and slick, and fit his shaft like a glove.The jolteon could not help himself but trust forward roughly and moan out in delight. "Mmmm, wow," he groaned, "that is perfect..." He shifted his paw and looped his thumb against the base of his toy's ear and pulled him off part way without any effort. He had expected the doll's movement to be more mechanical than this, but this was all the better. As that wonderful muzzle descended on his shaft again his body tensed and he drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The jolteon's grasp went slack, but the suit made his toy continue regardless.

That one word, suck, stayed across the fox's vision as it bobbed his head again and again. He felt the latex inside his muzzle shift about and ripple over his friend's shaft, much to the dom's delight. Despite his lack of choice about his position, or perhaps even because of it on a subconscious level, he felt his length growing harder inside its latex cocoon. With every bounce of his head, and every moan that filled his ears more blood surged to his shaft. Thanks to the constant stimulation of the suit, and the constricting ring of rubber behind his knot he found himself hard as stone in less than a minute.

With each bob of his head his latexed cheeks brushed against Rick's fur. Little snaps and pops, the sounds of static, met his ears, and the material that made contact writhed and flexed in strange ways. In all his distraction he had forgotten his friend's electric nature. Oddly, unlike normal latex that would simply have held a charge on its surface, the suit manipulated it, guided it, used it, and soon a charge had built up in the tight ring of rubber behind his swollen knot. The strength was quite low, but he felt the tingle of current pass over the sensitive skin near constantly nonetheless.

The toy tod let out another pathetic squeak of protest and shivered as his tails coiled against one another behind him, but Rick just thought it another adorable feature to his favorite new piece of sexy tech. His paw settled heavily atop Klo's head while he propped himself up with the other on the bed. Each time the fox reached the apex of his cock, he gave a strong thrust and pushed his prize in place until his half-hard knot slapped against those soft, latex-coated lips. Words evaded him as the ripple around his shaft picked up its pace. It was as though a tight set of rings worked over his length from base to tip constantly. If this kept up he'd be over the edge and fill that maw in no time.

Klonoa's hips flexed in sync with the tempo of his head, and with the aid of the rubber ripples around it, his cock grew fully from his over-stuffed sheath. The shell around his knot pushed out into the open, which allowed his cocooned member to fall free out in front of him, and as he moved it bobbed up and down. Each bounce caused a small squeeze around his knot and brought him rapidly to full attention. It was maddening. Had he the ability, he would have dropped a paw to his crotch, he would have begged, he'd even hump the floor. Just something, anything to end this terrible chastity and get him off.

He was torn from his internal monologue by sudden jolt of electricity through the length of his engorged shaft. The shock of it made the fox's entire body tense tight, his tails to entwine right to the tips and, by reflex, forced his head down hard to meet with the jolteons next needy thrust. Rick's swollen knot popped past his smoothed flat, rubber-coated teeth and settled into the space behind his lips. In the same moment the latex constricted around that solid shaft from base to tip and formed the perfect mold around it.

Rick could do little more than cry out sharply as the sensitive bulb was engulfed in that glorious heat and instinct took over. The jolteon's other paw shot forward and clutched tightly around the back of the fox's head, while the other dug into the top, with claws sunk harmlessly into the material. A sharp bark leapt from his throat as his hips took over with their mating duty. He leaned over his subordinate toy and humped furiously, and all the while that talented rubber maw milked at his knot and shaft in an effort to coax his fluids free. The mon was unable to hold out for long under the onslaught of such sensation. His knot ballooned to its fullest behind Klo's jaw, and moments later his breath caught in his throat. He could do little more than let loose a choked, guttural groan as his fuzzy balls drew up, his prostate spasmed, and expelled his musky seed into Klonoa's muzzle. Jet after heavy jet of thick cream shot right to the back of the cavity within the cock-shaped gag, and every thick blast was accompanied by another grunt from above and a heavy hump against the cute fox's face. His thick sheath pressed heavily against the fox's nose and inundated his every labored breath with a heady scent.

The suit collected every last drop of cum and ushered it over the fox's hidden tongue in an explosion of intensely male flavor. Blocked off from the taste of anything but rubber for so long, the sudden change was overwhelming to the senses. The fluids filled up what little room was left in his maw, so he made the only choice possible; he swallowed it all down in heavy gulps. All the while the suit teased turgid member, pulsed sharply against his prostate, shocking the gland now and again with tiny jolts. He squeezed his eyes closed tightly and lost himself in the sensation as his shaft and hips flexed again and again, to somehow gain purchase on something, to somehow touch something, anything at all... but there was not a thing that would do the trick; he was blocked off from all feeling but what the suit provided, always just a fraction too little. Klo was stuck in a perpetual state of torturous bliss for over a minute before his friend, now owner, came down from his orgasmic high and noticed his predicament.

"Aww, that is too cute," he panted and murred a moment. The mon was still a bit out of breath from his orgasm, and the suit continued its milking action over his shaft, but not nearly as intensely, just enough to squeeze the last of the seed from him.

On a whim he drew a foot off the floor and dragged the tops of his toes up along the underside of Klo's shaft. Even though there was nearly an inch of rubber between them, that delicate touch translated through as a focused vibration against his hidden flesh. With renewed vigor the vulpine struggled against the hold of the suit around his arms, to pull them down from his friend's lap. He HAD to paw, disobedience be damned, he just could not take this any more, the fox simply had to cum.

Sadly It was not to be, the suit held firm no matter how hard he tried, and rewarded his action with a rhythmic squeeze to his knot, and a false tonguing to his tailhole.

Rick flipped his toes up and settled their soft pads around either side of his toy's purple pride then pressed it against the matching belly behind. He felt the little pulse which was the result of Klo's blind, fully restricted thrust and savored the sensation against his pawpad as he grinned down at the fox.

"Mmmm. I have to get pics of this." He rumbled a moment and grinned wide as he framed that large shaft in his toes, "damn that's sexy."

'No no no ... not like this ... I can't have people see me like this ...' the fox thought to himself. Trapped as he was, the fox only could watch his friend stretched back a bit and fished into his pants pocket for his phone. Rick was well versed in the ways of high technology, and was quite happy with the quality of the built in camera. He slipped a finger up against his toy's lips, just by the shaft behind his tie and took his first couple pictures as he drew his hips back. The rubber that coated the vulpine's lips distended and stretched around his knot, then, with a wet squelch and a grunt from its owner, it popped free. He took more shots as he went along, of his swollen bulb settled against those cute lips, of his shaft-tip just set upon his pet's lower lip, then another as he pulled off. His cock came away remarkably clean, as though licked of all trace of his release.

"Self cleaning and everything. Nice!" The jolteon clapped his paws together and smiled wide. "Just what else can you do a?" He thought aloud ht to himself as he stared down at Klo, his foot still settled against his trapped friend's shaft. He settled the weight of his leg against the kneeling figure, and pushed him back until the fox was seated upon his calves. Rick leaned forward and supported himself against that latex shaft. His shift compressed the rubber tighter around the vulpine's member and pushed another sharp squeak from his nose.

"A few nice close-ups of that..." The mon clenched his toes tight around Klonoa's shaft and snapped a trio of pictures as he flexed them one way then the next. All the while the fox only could clench his eyes shut and shiver. The extra pressure sent him beyond any sort of reason or logic. He did not hear his friend's words, or think of what was happening around him, his only thought was of release. Sweet sweet release. He needed it so badly. He'd do anything for it. He strained against his bonds fruitlessly, and whimpered silently.

Rock straighted up once again and tapped a couple buttons on the phone, and just a moment later his computer chirped to confirm a wireless sync had begun. He smirked and tossed the phone onto the bed, then looked back at his toy as he adjusted his slowly softening shaft.

ACQUIRING

SIGNAL ...

CONNECTED

"Let's see what other features you have..." Klo's hidden eyes went wide at those words. His friend was quite well in a power trip. For him, this was too much fun. He'd long wanted some sort of slave pet to play around with, and this was perfect! It acted quite lifelike, though didn't seem to move much unless instructed. "I wonder..." He looked back to the door of the room with the thought that there might be instructions or something similar in the box. Just as he got to his feet and took a step, his computer made a beep that he recognized, that of a new device connecting. Rick stopped in his tracks and looked back at the screen where he spotted a small window with a progress bar that was already nearly complete.

"The hell?" He rushed over and plopped in his chair just as the mystery dialog vanished, and then moments later was replaced by two windows, one atop the other. The first popup was a sort of simple interface of a few dozen buttons, each labeled in some sort of language he had never seen before. Some were paired with arrows that pointed up and down, and others were grouped together in clusters to show they were related. In the upper right corner the RHI logo was displayed in full color, and complemented the simple GUI. He figured after a few moments that the suit must have connected to his computer somehow, though he wasn't sure how it could have done it without his input.

He attempted to select some of the writing, to maybe search for it on the web, but none could be copied in such a way, so he instead switched to the other window in hope it would shed light on the situation. It was a just a text document labeled thankyou.txt. The jolteon skimmed over it rather quickly for anything relevant.

"Let's see. 'Dear Mister and Mister Kereg thank you for your support... please enjoy this toy... ya da-da... many features including voice command, easy cleanup... Cinderella recall?'" He shrugged that off, "I know that... and that... come on, get to the useful stuff! Ah ha, 'user interface has been translated into your native tongue for ease of use ...'" He huffed and slumped as he reached the end of the document signed 'Dr. Mertezi.'

"Native tongue, eh? Wonder where it's from?" He looked back to the control window and thought for a bit, 'Well, if I suppose if I can't translate it,' he switched from thought to speaking aloud, "there IS another way I could find out what these buttons do." That mischievous grin spread on his face once again as he peeked back over his shoulder at his fox toy across the room.

In the three minutes Rick had been investigating the goings on at the computer, the suit had given him a small reprieve. Though he was still hard as a rock, the pulses against his prostate and the vibration against his shaft had abated. He was still stuck in position with his arms raised, which gave him the look of a begging dog. At that point though, he did not care abut that. He just wanted this to end. He wanted out of this suit. He wanted free. Almost more than any of that, he really wanted to cum. His balls ached, his shaft throbbed, and even with the little break, he knew by then that it was not to last. So as his friend spoke those dreaded words his attention shifted from himself to what his friend said.

'Buttons? What buttons?' He thought in a bit of a panic, eyes wide. He tried to look to his right, to see what the jolteon spoke of, but the edges of the latex lenses acted effectively as blinders to his vision, and made sure that all he could see was the bed dead ahead.

"Alright, how about this one, as good a place as any to start" Rick clicked the first button on the upper left.

COME

HITHER

ACTIVATED

Klo squeaked as the suit took control of his movements and made him get to his feet. His friend looked on with a smile as his toy moved over to his side with a springy stride. Each step made his endowment bounce up and down, which squeezed around his base over and over every time it thrust upward once again. He was made to stand facing Rick, just a step away. His arms were set at his sides, and his length hung straight out in front of him at about chest level to the mon.

"Okay, I'll call that one 'come here,' how about..." he circled the mouse around, then chose another at random, one with an up arrow and more of the unreadable alphabet. As soon as he clicked it, the fox let out a surprised squeak. A ripple had been activated by that trigger. It moved from behind his balls, over the confined sac, then out over his sheath and foxhood, right to the tip. Each pulse was gentle, and spaced about a second apart. Unfortunately for him, it did not have any outward appearance.

So Rick clicked it another half dozen times.

The fox let out a sharp squeal as the sensation ramped up dramatically, now like a constant milking over his balls and shaft. A shiver went out through his body as he began to pant. It was too much, just too much. His eyes began to water and his once relaxed tails coiled about one another tightly again. Had he been allowed, he would cum long ago, but somehow this damned suit knew exactly how far it could go without pushing him over the brink. Had the latex not been there, he would have collapsed to the ground, his knees shaky and weak.

With so much activity, Rick now noticed the ripples that moved up the large purple shaft in front of him. He leaned in close and hefted it with a paw, then let out a long rumble at the feeling of waves over his fingers as naughty thoughts ran through his mind at the possibilities. He let it drop roughly as his excitement grew, and once again turned to the interface at his fingertips. He decided to try another up-arrowed button, but this time just clicked it many times in rapid succession. though there was no outward appearance of change, klonoa was immediately well aware of what that one did.

A thrumming undulation worked its way back and forth over his prostate, akin to a single finger just stroking over the abused little gland, and with every press of that blasted button it got a bit faster, until it was practically a flutter. He did not have the focus to even make a noise anymore, it was all he could do to just breath through his nose as he grew increasingly lightheaded. A tingle spread out through his body, the sensation of impending orgasm, one he was already certain would not come.

"Hmm?" Rick looked over the toy a few moments longer, then shrugged when he didn't spot anything obvious. "Oh well," There was always all the other buttons. In the lower right there was a cluster set apart from the rest that looked rather interesting. Each was labeled with pairs of words, and in every one, the first one was the same. "How about... this one."

This time the function made itself apparent rather quickly. The shaft that hung before him rippled and the surface liquefied. He watched in utter fascination as the material reconfigured itself rapidly. The tip tapered and extended by several inches and blunted itself, the fat knot compressed to little more than half its size, and the excess flowed in either direction. On one side the fox's sheath was sealed away and smoothed off, on the other the rubber sculpted into a smooth tapering cylinder. When it was complete his toy's member had turned into what looked to him like a cross of a dolphin's anatomy and a smooth tentacle. As it completed its transformation he gave the end a squeeze, and was pleased to find it retained its same semi-solid feel, though as he let it go the prehensile upper third coiled after his fingers.

"So, I suppose that group is cock shape, going to have to play with the others in there later," he thought aloud, then looked at the dozens of buttons that were left. So many to choose from, but what one next?

It was then a lone button caught his eye, set apart from the rest. Its font was in bold, and there was something written in parenthesis just under it. Being ever curious, he clicked it. The computer beeped a warning, then a dialog popped up with an exclamation in a yellow triangle, a paragraph of text, and two buttons, OK and cancel. Since he couldn't read any of it, he just clicked through it, as he had done with so many windows in the past. It wasn't as though anything bad could happen.

The sudden lurch snapped Klo from his daze as his body lunged forward. The fox's arms planted against the back of the computer chair just by his friend's shoulders, and the bulk of his weight slammed against their chest. Rick's seat rocked back with a loud creak, hit its limit, then just toppled over backwards as the legs flipped out from under him. It was all the jolteon could do to just let out a startled cry as the momentum carried them both out of the toppled thing, rolled the pair, and landed with Rick on his side, the vulpine on top of him. The whole action took only a second, and left the pair dazed.

"Ow, what the hell? Get off!" He yelled after a stunned moment, then turned to get his legs under him and struggled out from under the formerly docile toy tod.

The suit would have none of that, it had a job to do.

Klo was ripped from his euphoric stupor by the sudden motion and impact, it took him a few seconds to even realize he was no longer standing, and longer still to tell there was new words in front of him. He blinked away the water in his eyes and struggled to focus past the constant milking, vibrating, and forced lust that flooded his system.

REPLICATION

PROGRAM

ACTIVATED

Confusion was the only thing that registered in his tattered mind. Any sort of complex thought had been rendered impossible for the moment. He looked on as Rick planted his feet and dug his claws into the carpet, then shot forward a step in an attempt at escape. Unfortunately for him, the suit already had a hold on its new host. Thick cords of purple latex stretched from Klo's chest and arms to jolteon's fur in a half dozen places.

The mon was stunned for a moment as he spotted the streamers, then regained his nerve and swatted at them all in one pass, but this only served to attach them all to his forearm. Then, just a moment later, the fox pounced on top of him, arms wrapped around his chest. With pinpoint precision that newly changed shaft found its mark, the first several inches liquefied, and then began to just pour through the mon's tight pucker in a small torrent of latex. He let out a sharp cry at the sudden intrusion, not from pain, but surprise at the feel of cool latex in such a sensitive spot. As more rushed inside it guided the rest of the prehensile shaft in place, then finally sunk the trapped member of his foxy friend into his cavity.

The intrusion happened in no more than half a minute, and Rick was rather thankful for the smooth taper of the member that took him. Thanks to its liquid nature, there simply was no friction against his flesh, just a cool, full sensation that made him moan gently.

YOU

WILL

HUMP

He did not even have to be told, at this point he did not even read the words, he just knew what to do out of lust and instinct. The suit hutched his hips forward twice, and his body took over from there. The fox tensed up and threw his hips into it as he began to hump frantically. At first the latex around his shaft was like a firm gel, but once he hilted, crotch to ass, it liquefied slowly and allowed him even more freedom of movement. The melting spread from around his shaft to more and more of his body, to everywhere that it made contact with the jolteon below.

Rick struggled for just a few more seconds, but when he felt that rapid-fire jabbing against his prostate, and the wonderful feeling of being filled he calmed and slumped forward, his weight supported on his elbows. Words eluded him as the extra rubber wormed its way deeper into his core, his rear filled to capacity in short order. He savored the sensation of arms wrapped tight around his hips, and soon pushed himself back to meet the fox's desperate mating. His eyes closed, the jolteon in bliss.

Later he would wish he had paid better attention, that he had not allowed himself to just sit and take it.

Those streamers of rubber on his arm had sunk in place deep in his fur, and went to work converting it to more usable material. At first only purple was visible, but as it spread, small swirls of yellow appeared in the latex, and soon it took on the pigmentation of the joleon's fur; It was not long before his entire forearm had been enveloped. In the same seconds the substance liquefied entirely where Klo's thrust's impacted Rick's ass. Each and every movement filled the room with a wet, squelching noise, which only added to the eroticism of the moment in the mon's mind.

Claws clutched at carpet as the jolteon was driven ever closer to orgasm for the second time in less than half an hour. He brought his coated arm back to grab at his shaft, eager to paw, but Klonoa's suit grabbed his limb lightning-quick, and pinned it against his chest. The latex bonded into the plush fur, and sunk in. He tried to move his arm, but the rubber's hold was too strong, the toy's grip too tight, his limb held in check. He let out a yowl of frustration as his shaft pushed completely from his sheath and bounced about freely with every shared buck of their hips, drips of pre flung everywhere by the wild movement.

He might have noticed the latex had melded around his hips and sides, and crept ever-so-slowly to the center of his belly. He might have noticed the trails of purple-turned-yellow that ran down to the tips of his fingers on his right arm. He might have noticed the cool feeling of rubber directly against his skin. He might have, had he been paying attention.

"Fffffnggrrrraaa..." His vocalization just trailed off to a long growl as his ears laid back against his head and his muzzle drooped open wide. That was it, he had to paw. He shifted and rest the top of his head against the floor and opened his eyes to see the scene of the sexy fox topping him, but what he witnessed was anything but what he expected. It took a few seconds for his endorphin-soaked brain to process, but his stomach was layered with shiny rubber. He looked at himself longer and saw it was the same for his inner thighs, and his trapped arm, with rubber dripping and falling every which way. Upon better inspection his encased forelimb had molded into the rest of the yellow latex, and atop that the toy's purple mixed in swirling patterns with the coating on himself. Most alarming of all, it was still spreading.

It was then he panicked.

Adrenaline flooded his system, and his heart-rate shot up as his fight or flight instinct kicked into high gear. His immediate reaction was to dig his claws into the carpet, and push himself forward, but it did him little good. The purple mass had too tight a grasp on his body, and just came along for the ride. In his rush he grabbed at one of the arms around his side and dig his fingers into it. They sunk through the layer of rubber, down to the fox's skin. He tried with all his might to pry it off, but it was akin to pulling a boot out of thick mud; there was a tiny bit of give, but hardly any motion what-so-ever.

With an irritated groan he pulled his paw away with considerable effort, only to cry out in frustration to find the face of his paw had been covered with a thick mass of purple. Hundreds of tiny strands of rubber stretched from it to the point he grasped, and went taut just a foot away.

'Gotta get help,' his mind raced at a mile a minute as he weighed his options, though clear thought was nearly impossible with the persistent pounding at his ass. "The phone!" The jolteon threw his weight into another attempt at freedom. With all his might he pulled himself toward the bed, even as the latex flowed down to his knees, over his chest, and encased the rest of his paw. Swirls of yellow infused and overtook purple as the material shifted in hue and took on the pigmentation of his fur ever faster.

Movement became harder and harder the more his body was covered, and the sensation that rocked his form was undeniably strong, but still he tried with all his might. He neared the bed with substantial effort, but it was in that moment that the rubber made it to the lip of his sheath and flowed inside. The sudden, intense cold shocked him for a long moment and sent a sharp moan from his throat. It worked quickly as a sudden influx of material filled the free space within then continued on and enveloped his shaft in a smooth, rolling wave from the base of his knot, right to the tip. His limited stability wavered, then he fell, his chest on the floor. And still Klonoa kept humping.

The suit had kept the fox on edge through the entire process, the orgasm practically at the tip of his tongue, so close he cloud taste it. His entire body was alight in the sensation. Everything the stuff had done to him before paled in comparison to this moment. He clutched tighter, thrust harder, tried everything he could, desperate for that

last...

little...

bit...

but still, it held him off. Somehow the rubber moved with his motions in just the right way to prevent him the extra stimulation he needed. That, coupled with the tight ring claspt behind his knot sent him to infuriating new heights.

Upon impact with the floor Rick's body tensed up tighter than ever, his shaft had been compressed between his rubber-coated belly, and the plush carpet. An influx of latex enveloped his cock, then his new suit squeezed it tight and began the same intense milking that his friend had endured for so long. The surprise of it make him cry out and shiver, moan and squeeze as tightly as he could around the plug and cock in his ass, but still he made one last desperate bid at escape.

His partly free, but entirely coated arm grabbed the quilt on his bed and gave it a sharp yank. The phone he had dropped on it bounced to the ground beside his head, and he made a desperate grab at it, but as he did so another rush of latex flowed down his limb, right to his paw. A web formed between his fingers, then his only lifeline slipped from his grasp like wet soap. He tried to grab at it again, but the suit contracted and pulled his paw into a loose fist, then encased it in a thick layer. The only area still free was his head, so he did the last reasonable thing he could think of.

"HELP!" He cried out as loud as he could, "help! Somebody... ULP!" His calls were cut short as a thick rod of rubber shot out Klonoa's shoulder, coiled around, and plunged into his mouth. An intense flavor of rubber assaulted his tastebuds. The jolteon pulled his head away, shook it violently, bit down, tried everything he could, but it would not be dislodged. Even as he fought it, more and more flowed in, until his maw was filled to its limit. As yellow and purple crept up his neck, even more poured out from between his lips, and made its way down his muzzle and over his face. And still Klonoa kept humping.

So close.... so close... just... a... little... more.

Tears welled in Ricks eyes as the reality of it all sunk in, there was no way to get out of this, no way to get free, but that did nothing to quell his panicked struggles. His breath was quick and hard through his nose, and he grew increasingly lightheaded. Even against his wishes, he felt himself approaching orgasm. The constant pound against his prostate, the intense fullness in his rear, the ripples that flowed over his shaft over and over. his body began to tingle as he grew closer and closer.

The latex drew in his arm and bound it against his side as it contracted and used the pair in unison to heft the mon's hips up, back onto his knees, which just served to make the pounding he received all the more intense. Strangled squeals and cries filled the air from the both of them as the suits brought them both right to the brink, then dangled them just at its precipice, letting them only see over the edge, but never to release.

And still Klonoa kept humping.