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It was beautiful.

Azura stood and gazed lovingly at the kink suit. It was top of the line, and outfitted with some kind of prototype AI that immediately adjusted settings based on the user experience. No need to worry about odd or peculiar body types either as it instantly molded to accommodate everyone and anyone's shape and size.

It was also fucking expensive.

The raccoon didn't even want to look at his wallet, let alone bank account. Maybe if he sold all his internal organs he could afford half of it but as things were it was way out of his price range.

He sighed longingly and tried to walk away. But his couldn't break his gaze and found himself walking back for the umpteenth time to stare and fantasize about putting it on. It looked like latex, but the way that it shimmered and was so fluid meant that the material had to be something new and proprietary.

The demo changed its arms again, the black liquid solidified to resemble covering a bear. The arms flexed and stretched, showing how even such a powerful beast would struggle to fight against the suit. The legs stretched in the shape of hooves, displaying how all species could enjoy wearing it.

A swatch of details scrolled across the blue belly of the garment. Again, the price flashed in his face, mocking him. It was so tantalizingly close, he could imagine the sensations of being wrapped up and trapped in it's confines.

But, maybe he wouldn't have to resort to just imagining.

There was a commotion in the back alley. And a curious peek revealed two disgruntled employees throwing a large package into the dumpster.

"...sure you deactiv..."

"...ives a shit. I'm going on brea..."

A heavy door slammed and the alley was mostly quiet again. Except, the newest addition to the dumpster was gently beeping and humming with odd splashes of light leaking from the box's cracks and gaps.

Overcome by the urge to snoop he quickly darted towards the over-heaping pile of cardboard and miscellaneous rubbish and poked the glowing box. The model number and make had been blacked out and there were no other discerning pieces of information other than dim blue light. When poking failed to elicit a response he simply dragged it out and the contents collapsed onto the dirty asphalt.

It was a kink suit.

He stared in disbelief as it blinked and flickered on the ground. Why would anyone discard such an expensive and functional piece of technology? And, if it was in the garbage that meant anyone could take it right? Which included him. It was all his.

Grabbing it by the shoulders Azura dragged it into a more obscure corner where he was less likely to be seen. His breathing was ragged now, not because of the weight, but the sheer excitement of his luck. It was his, all his, and he didn't have to resort to prostitution or some similar degrading act of desperation.

It was beautiful.

The texture was like latex. If latex was soft like cotton, and a semi-liquid, and was warm and cool at the same time. Ok, these descriptions weren't making any sense and the raccoon didn't care. It was taking everything he had to stop himself from rubbing the suit all over himself. Relishing the novel sensations it had on his paws and the joy that it was his, all his.

Hm, the entire district was eerily quiet. Looking around it was strange but it gave Azura an idea, why not try the suit on now?

Staring at the garment he finally made up his mind and quickly stripped. Clothes in a neat bundle in a corner where they probably wouldn't get stolen he cautiously inserted a paw into the bondage gear.

Well, inserted wasn't the right word. The instant he made any sort of motion towards donning the suit it immediately leaped onto the extended limb and engulfed it. The liquid material pressed down, molding itself to the exact dimensions of his leg.

Intrigued, he began moving his other leg and the process repeated. Now he was up to his waist in the gear and all he had to do was take two steps. How futuristic and practical. The rest of the suit was flopping around listlessly around his waist and it was a bit tight but that could be adjusted in the settings later.

As if it could read it thoughts the garment heaved itself up and latched onto his chest and scooped his arms into the sleeves. It was being a bit more forward than he was comfortable with but was still mostly pleasant.

Already he could feel the suit modulating the temperature of specific parts of his body to ensure optimal comfort. If he didn't know any better this variant also came with the "auto-massager" which was already fixing a kink in his neck and lower back. Nothing worse than getting suited up only to cramp 5 minutes later.

Though he did have a concern. By this point the helmet should have coagulated on his face allowing him to customize and adjust options to his liking. But it was entirely possible that this model didn't come with a helmet or maybe it was broken? They probably threw it out for a reason.

No matter. If need be he was willing to watch a few YouTube videos to fix it up or buy a replacement helmet from China. It would be totally worth selling just one kidney for it now that he had the rest of the suit.

HOST DETECTED. PLEASE INPUT 17 DIGIT VERIFICATION CODE.

Wait what?

The raccoon stared dumbly at the voice that just spoke from his chest and began patting around. Of course it made sense that the suit would need user authentication. What didn't make sense was where he would input the information. He half expected a keyboard to pop out of his butt forcing him to type backwards.

ERROR. PLEASE IN-IN-INPUT VALID SAFEW-WORD.

What did he touch? Shit.

He scrambled and continued to pat down the suit. A calm dinging was emanating from his chest but it wasn't helping with the newfound anxiety of not knowing what to do. Hell, he was even slapping his own ass in desperation, hoping that a keyboard would magically appear.

But just as suddenly as the dinging started, it stopped, followed by a pleasant chime.

AFFIRMATIVE. S-SAFEWORD "NONE" HAS BEEN SELECTED. SAVING YOURYOUR SETTINGS.

ZZZZZZZZZZIP!

A loud zipping was heard from behind and Azura's hands reached to touch his back which had now been flooded with liquid suit. A line of zipper teeth travelled up his spine and pseudo-slider dangled at the top behind his neck though pulling on it yielded no results. Things were definitely getting a bit tight now but to say he wasn't enjoying the experience so far would be a lie.

If only there was a mirror or something he could admire himself with. He was definitely getting excited in more ways that one now and unfortunately the only reflective surfaces around were stagnant puddles of rainwater.

He flexed and posed as best he could, no longer caring if anyone saw him when a familiar voice started talking again.

INITIALIZATION COM-COMPLETE. P-P-PROCEED TO TRAINING?

Azura felt the suit slather itself onto the zipper while the slider melded back into his neck. He scrambled to feel any semblance of escape and for the first time a sense of panic began to creep into his body.

"Turn off! Off! No! Negative! Disengage!"

ACKNOWLEDGED. ENGAGING-ING.

And then he could no longer move.

He was stuck. Stiff and immobile like some kind of degenerate statue. Well, not entirely. His head was still uncovered and for the first time he was grateful that the helmet was missing.

Contemplating his situation wasn't helpful, it was obvious his options were limited. Even if a keyboard popped out of his crotch it's not like he could mash buttons. And yelling commands was part of the reason why he was stuck in his current predicament.

The other option was to stand there until another disgruntled employee waddled out and saved him. Or called the police. Ok, getting saved from the police was looking less and less like an appealing option and so he took a deep breath and tried again.

"Suit! Release me! Disengage! Let me go!"

Nothing. A car alarm blared quietly in a parking lot several blocks away.

"Off! Get off! Re-engage! Reboot!"

Still nothing. Though the beeping from his tummy was quite charming.

"Control alt delete! Restart! Come on!"

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

If his arms still worked his hand would have slapped into his ears to shield them from the high pitched screeching coming from the suit. Fortunately it was short-lived.

Unfortunately his head was suddenly swarmed and encased. Looks like there was a helmet after all.

The material in front of his face became translucent and a waterfall of data cascaded over his eyes.

HOST DETECCTED.

SPECIMENT: OPPOSUM

GENDER: MALE

SAFEWORD: NONE

DURATION: IIIIINDEFINITE

AI: AGGRESSIVE.

First off, he was a raccoon. Secondly, what was with all the spelling errors? Thirdly, oh fuck, the suit was talking to him again.

Welcome! And thanthantank you [INSERT USERNAME HERE] for purchasing your very own bbzzt!

The talking stopped and Azura had control over his body again. His fingers desperately tried to pry the suit off his body while his legs were rubbing against the brick wall of the adjacent building. Nothing. The ultra-durable materials were working as promised.

-gulations! Now that you've completed the chastity training videos you are now able to proprreppep-

A bulge bubbled around his crotch and Azura felt his flaccid penis compressed into a pocket into the suit. Staring down he could vaguely make out a glowing lock symbol on the groin bubble. He grabbed the protuberance and tried to squeeze it. It was like his dick became a very uncooperative stress ball that lightly squeaked when poked.

"Hey! What's going on? I didn't authorize this?! Stop it rigmmmpphhh!"

A tendril had dove into the raccoon's talking mouth and then inflated into a sizeable ballgag. It had the taste and consistency of unflavoured Jell-O and no amount of biting or tongue acrobatics would dislodge it.

-ou've been a very naughty [GAZELLE] mister [INSERT USERNAME HERE]. It's time we teach you some manners and that you only speak when spokkkkkkkkkk-

One final push. Azura took a step back before charging headfirst into the brick wall. If this didn't shatter the suit and free him, nothing would.

And of course nothing happened.

The building may have been made of marshmallow as he stumbled backwards, suit and raccoon completely unfazed. The entire impact had been effortlessly absorbed and somehow, headbutting bricks resulted in some unknown command being entered.

"MMERRGGGGGHHHH?!"

A-A-A-Analnalnal play EnGagEd!

A tentacle shot straight into his anus and started widely shapeshifting into a myriad of sizes and forms. At least the suit as kind enough to wipe up and absorb the spray of spittle coating the ballgag.

It however was not kind enough to not lock his limbs up again. And now he was stuck, t-posing in a filthy alleyway while his rectum was being obliterated by a heartless AI.

Locating... Locating... [ONE] trainer has been found w-with the specified re-re-require-

Excuse me? Trainer? Requirements? Requirements for what? Training for what? He felt himself move but not of his own volition. The suit had begun lifting his legs and he started to march down the backstreet in a manner that suggested purpose.

Thank yoououo for selecting [TRAINER NAME HERE]. We'rre sure you'll have a great time! And remember! Your safeword is [NONE].

Fuck.

Like a puppet with no strings Azura stomped into the backdoor of a nondescript establishment. Meanwhile in his own backdoor a shape and size for the buttplug had finally been settled on and it nestled itself comfortably inside.

Up the stairs they climbed. All in all, it was actually pretty relaxing? Except for the buttplug, the ballgag, and the lack of any freedom. The suit was doing all the work and he was just there for the ride.

Finally they stood outside a door and waited. Heavy footsteps could be heard before someone fumbled with a lock and the door swung open.

It was a naga. Almost too large to fit through the door but not due to fat. No, every inch of him was heavily corded muscle which he proudly displayed. In fact, it was impossible to ignore the naga's muscles because he was almost entirely clothed in tight leather clothing.

The leather pants were not doing a good job of concealing the twin penises. They made it even more obvious that someone was very, very happy to see someone all suited up. The naga bent down to step through the door and inspected the raccoon.

"Hm. You'll do." His leather jacket squeaked as he lowered a scaled palm to Azura's penis pouch and roughly squeezed. Even through all the latex padding he could still feel his trainer's impressive grip strength, it almost felt like everything would implode from the pressure.

But the naga suddenly released and the chastity pocket gave a cheery wheeze as it reshaped itself. He brought a rugged finger to his chin, clearly in contemplative thought, hefty leather boot tapping, leaving the raccoon to sweat and worry about what was going to happen next.

"Oh! Oh oh oh..." Someone must have seen the pair in the stairway as there was a startled yelp from behind. The snakeman smirked at the shocked observer who hastily retreated away, their frantic footsteps echoing.

It was kind of embarrassing to be caught like this. Was this trainer just absolutely shameless or that confident? It was hard to say as once again as Azura's penis receptive cheeped and pulled on, leading the helpless raccoon into the apartment.

"Let's take a look here..." Again, scaly fingers worked their way around the suit and felt far more intimate than it had any right to be. "Hmm... Aha! There we go!" The suit forced the raccoon into a t-pose again as his back was scrutinized with plenty of humming and hawing.

"You're not like any "opossum" I've ever seen Mr. Username." The naga chucked and it felt like he was typing away along the spine. "Still, you're a bold one. Aggressive AI? No safeword? I could have a lot of fun with someone like you..."

A meaty slap whacked across Azura's ass causing the suit buttplug to liquify and solidify multiple times. He nearly choked on the ballgag causing him to barely notice the naga walking past and removing his leather jacket with a flourish and flinging it across the room.

Free of constricting garment he stretched as much as the harness underneath allowed him to. The metal buckles clinked as he sighed and turned to face the raccoon.

And kicked him down.

Azura didn't even have time to react to the massive boot colliding with his side. To be fair, it didn't hurt, the suit absorbed the impact of the kick and the fall. And with the suit still locking him in place it's not like he could have braced himself anyways.

He didn't have to lie on the floor for long. A thick tail wrapped itself around his waist and flipped him over. The same boot came speeding down and slammed into the chastity bulge.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were enjoying this!" The naga laughed as he ground the heel of his boot with increased force. Even with all the suit's padding the raccoon could still feel an incredible amount of pressure directly into the shaft of his penis and his silent screams were eaten by the ballgag.

He wouldn't scream for long though, probably because he physically couldn't. The tail returned around his throat and then dragged him across the floor facedown towards some unknown destination further within the apartment.

Meanwhile the visor was a useless mess of information flashing in his face. What did his trainer do? Apparently Azura now belonged to the species of "RACCOON TOY" and his name was "PUP". Classy. A blinking timer was ticking down in the corner but there was no indication as to what it was counting down to.

The tail tightened its grip almost causing the raccoon to wheeze before throwing him against a bed. He caught the edge of it with his stomach and his arms flung forward into the bedsheets. The raccoon wouldn't have long to enjoy the freedom of his limbs as he was immediately flipped around and choked again by the tail.

"On your knees Pup. Or I'll make you." The appendage tightened around his neck and a yellow caution sign flashed in the corner of the visor. Azura struggled to kneel down and was face first with the naga's crotch.

"Like what you see? Don't worry, there's plenty to go around." He laughed. A deep, throaty laugh that caused one of the bulges in his pants to inch dangerously close to the visor. It was easily as thick as the forearm of a child.

And it wasn't even fully erect yet.

"Oh don't be so sad, they can get much bigger. They just need a bit of encouragement you know, like this." Azura's face was now forcibly guided directly into one of the giant dicks and while it made sense that he could feel the heat radiating off of it, how was it that he was also able to smell it?

The first scents to fill the helmet was that of leather. But there was a musky undertone underneath, and soon that was all the raccoon was inhaling the heady aroma made both his head and eyes swim as his nose was dragged up and down the length of the member.

"You can get so more later if you're a good pup." The raccoon was flipped again and his head pushed into a pillow. He could feel more tapping on his spine as he lost control of his limbs again. His legs spread out uncomfortably while his arms propped the rest of his torso up by his elbows.

Suddenly the hands stopped. Azura found himself unable to turn around but he didn't need to see to know what was happening next. One rough hand gripped his left buttock and viciously squeezed while the other reached under to massage his trapped penis.

Then the timer went off and the buttplug went wild. It shot deeper into his rectum and expanded to fill every fold and every crevice. The raccoon's eyes watered and could barely make out the words scrolling across the visor: "PRO-STATE MESSAGE". What? Why was the suit going all political on him?

Oh wait. Oh no. Oh no no no no.

A wave of new sensations swept through Azura as he struggled but the suit kept him entirely stationary. If the naga heard his cries of distress he made no notice of as he continued to nonchalantly molest the captive raccoon. At least the suit was doing a good job of cleaning up all the pre-cum leaking of his dick. Where the fluids went though was not a concern at this time however.

SMACK. SMACK. WHACK.

The onslaught was brutal. Somehow we could feel the individual digits of his tormentor as the naga's palm collided over and over across the raccoon's ass. Was it because the suit settings had been tampered with? Was it because he was being slapped so hard? Or was this some kind of new slapping technique?

In the end it didn't really matter. Because the hand was quickly replaced.

FWIIP THWHACK. CRACK.

He felt the whip before it even hit. And when it hit he felt every tendril lash out as if it was striking bare skin. He almost inhaled the ballgag at the point as the tool bore down again, and again, and again.

And again.

Even after the flogging stopped Azura was still moaning, the ballgag was not doing a good job of stopping the drool. The suit with all its power was unable to completely stop the trembling and the visor probably didn't completely mute all the moans either.

"You did good little pup." A hand tenderly stroked one of the raccoon's sore buttocks. "I think it's time that I get a better reward now."

The spine tapping went on for a few minutes before the suit opened up exposing Azura's bruised ass to the chilly apartment air. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and helpless as his head was pushed into a pillow.

"Just breathe, it'll be easier if you don't fight back..."

Not like he could fight back if he wanted to but he didn't want to admit that fighting back was the last thing his body wanted to do..

"Mmm? Mhhhhm?! HMMMMMMMRGGGGHHHHHH!"

Azura felt the tip of something press against his asshole, testing it once, twice, before charging right in. And even though he couldn't see what it was, he instinctively knew that it was one of the naga's giant cocks.

"Shhh.... Sh, sh shh......" The raccoon felt the trainer's harness press into his back as almost fatherly hushes whispered into his ear. The entire experience was surreal and he subconsciously relaxed finally allowing the cockhead to ram further in.

Inch by inch the rest of the dick filled up Azura's intestines. He could feel his belly slowly distending and push into the mattress of the bed.

And then the pushing came to an anticlimactic stop. He was having trouble breathing and concentrating at this point and what finally broke him from his daze was the tap of the naga's scrotum against his own.

Oh god he was entirely inside now.

Instinctively he tried to turn back and look but of course his suit was still locked in place. Not that it would have done him any good and shamefully he didn't want it to stop. He didn't want to admit it, but he revelled in the way the naga used him. Like some kind of toy or plaything.

But as the pounding started he knew it wouldn't have. Half the massive snake penis vacated the raccoon's rectum before cruelly returning with vigor.

With each thrust Azura swore he could feel his organs shifting to accommodate the foreign object. Breathing became labored, his heart pulsed erratically, and his penis, his poor penis. Screaming for release it fought valiantly against the confines of the suit prison. Not that it mattered either because it was still trapped, forever doomed to just cry tears of precum.

At least the suit's buttplug was relatively gentle and comparatively small. But this penis, he could feel every ridge in his guts resisting and failing to stop the rampant buttfucking. With each cycle the naga increased speed, intensity, or the dick got harder.

And then they both roared.

Searing heat spread through Azura's entire lower body as he felt his gut inflate with liquid. The pulsing easily went on for minutes with further spurts of his dominator's seed. There was barely any room for the penis, was the cum just filling in the extra spaces?

They were stuck together like that for an uncomfortably long time. The naga had semi-resting on top of the raccoon who was helplessly pinned in place. Finally the cock was extracted, pulling out a healthy amount of snake semen with it. Azura could feel warm strands splatter against his exposed butt and leak all over the suit.

"Phew, that was pretty good, don't you think?" The raccoon could barely hold his pleasured gasps from the savage violation of his ass. "But, I think round two will be even better."

Azura didn't even have time to comprehend what was about to happen when the same savage cockhead was pressed into his brutalized asshole. Using the ample amounts of cum as lube the snake dick slid in with remarkably little resistance and he could feel his tummy fight against the suit and mattress again.

But before the penis even got halfway in the raccoon stiffened at a second object pressing against his butt. And then his eyes widened in horror and excitement.

It was the other penis.

And not just the other penis. Somehow the suit had grown fingers that were digging into his ass and prying him open to allow for easier access. He felt another dollop of cum land on the suit near his hamstring and soaked in its warmth.

"Stop resisting Pup, or else I'm going to have to get really rough." Something coiled around Azura's throat, and only when the tip tapped his visor did he realize it was the tail. "Tighten your ass again and I tighten your breathing."

The raccoon saw bursts of light and stars, and then a sudden burst of relief as the appendage loosened. In that second that he relaxed both dicks simultaneously charged in. He nearly swallowed the ballgag again as his jaw dropped in awe at the capacity of his anus.

Also more moaning.

It was like they had minds of their own or perhaps even prehensile. Azura could feel when they decided to undulate separately or when they chose to churn in unison like one massive cock. While the suit buttplug had just poked his prostate it felt as though the penises were massaging it.

And his own cockhead was covered in a slurry of precum. Desperately the raccoon tried to hump the mattress, anything get some kind of respite. His balls felt heavy and filled to bursting which wasn't helped by the trainer's own balls slamming back and forth like a pendulum.

But even more than that, he wanted to push and grind back. In the back of his mind he wanted to please the naga, like a good toy. To provide as much pleasure to his trainer, no, Master. To earn the joy of being filled not once, twice, but thrice over by his thick snake cum.

The tail returned and pulled Azura's head back just enough so he could feel hot breath rolling across the suit and down his cheek. He tensed his sphincter in response to the dual cocks suddenly hardening. The pumping became more feral and the raccoon could hear a low growling filling the bedroom.

Then his wish came true.

Whereas the first anal creampie took some time to fill his intestines this time it felt instantaneous. His entire lower body lit up from the intense warmth as wave after wave of rapid cum caressed his prostate causing tiny shudders of ecstasy to course through his penis but of course, the suit reacted in kind, clamping down even harder.

Painfully full of cum Azura still felt moderately satisfied for a job well done. That is, until he felt the fingers punching away and his visor suddenly whipped open and the ballgag retracted. He took the opportunity to take his first deep breath in what felt like ages.

The room had taken on an atmosphere of its own. The air was thick and intoxicating, heavy with all the signs of the activities that had just transpired. Even before the naga sloppily removed himself the raccoon could already taste the pungent traces of cum drifting about.

One dick reluctantly retracted, dragging with it enough cum to form a small puddle in the back of Azura's knees. It slapped against his ass, leaving behind a sticky, lukewarm trail on its way out. The other dick sat there in the raccoon's gapping anus that felt uncomfortably loose and vacant now.

But before Azura could relax he was turned around again and forced to sit on his haunches. Two slimy and deliciously white snake cocks dangled invitingly in front of his face.

"Clean me up good Pup, or else." The tail pulled him close and one shaft smothered the side of his nose while the other slithered around his jawline. Trembling, the raccoon cautiously stuck a tongue out as rivulets of creamy naga seed dribbled across his face.

"Faster!" Azura gurgled as one dick forced itself into his mouth and started wrestling with his tongue. The smell filled his sinuses as he tried to comprehend the oral bouquet of salty, tangy, with bitter undertones. Thick clumps stuck to his throat as he gagged trying to swallow the vast quantities.

PLAP.

The other penis took him by surprise as it made contact with his cheek, leaving a red goopy welt across the raccoon's face.

"Hurry up, or you're getting slapped again." The naga idly twirled his other cock in one hand. Even it it's flaccid state it was still immense and before Azura could respond both dicks were in his mouth.

One continued to fight with his tongue while the other slithered down his throat. It took everything he had to not gag and choke on the monsters occupying his mouth, desperately trying to savor the essence of the naga as it overwhelmed his senses.

"Alright Pup, I think I'm getting a bit bored with you." The raccoon gasped as both cocks left his mouth without warning. "You're not a bad toy, but I think we got a lot of work to do."

The naga's fist landed somewhere in the lower back of the suit and suddenly Azura was sealed up again and forced into a standing position. As he licked the remnants of snake cum out of his fur he found himself shoved into a far too small closet.

"In the meantime, let me put my new toy in storage." He brought his face close to Azura's and smirked before a final few settings were changed.

TIMER SET TO [PERMANENT].

Oh shit what? But the raccoon was too weary to panic, even as the suit produced heavy straps that whipped around his wrists and ankles, restricting his movement. Even when what felt like a collar wrapped around his throat. Even as he felt the familiar suit buttplug enter his butt.

Strange, it didn't feel as big as last time.

"Hmmm... Guess I really loosened you up Pup. Here, let me fix this."

A silent moan escaped Azura's mouth as the plug swelled to fit the new dimensions of his rectum before it started churning up all the semen deposited inside. And then it kept swelling, forcing itself further and further against what his ass should have been able to handle.

He tried to squirm but his body was trapped, especially with the double constriction going on. And as his eyes rolled into the back of his head the closet door closed, leaving him in absolute darkness.