Living Toys Ltd.
This story is based on a lovely piece of artwork and subsequent description, done with the artist's permission.
Original Image: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4047064
Living Toys
Tyson had a hard time forcing himself to go to the gym after class, knowing what could be waiting for him at home when he got there. He only half paid attention to the workout while his mind drifted to the packet, imagining it waiting in front of the door to his apartment. It was not a good workout to say the least. He did not even bother showering afterward with what little of a sweat he had worked up and instead hopped onto his bike and peddled home as quick as his legs would work.
He was a handsome fox with the traditional red-brown fur and dark brown "gloves" and "socks" on his forearms and hind legs. His tail was bushy and blew in the wind behind him as he rode home, most of the length that same red-brown of fur with a band of brown right before the pure white tip. The wind felt good against his fur even though the blazing sun promised even more head by the end of the day. It also helped he was only dressed in a pair of Lycra shorts that clung to his legs, crotch and ass like he was poured into them, and a white tank top that was only slightly less tight on him.
It took him less time than usual to get home, by then end he was panting with his small, pink tongue hanging out the front of his maw. He had gotten a better workout biking home than at the gym. As he ran up the stairs taking two at a time to the third floor and rounded the corner, he blinked at his door. Nothing. His ears splayed to the side and he let out a soft whimper between breaths. He would have to wait another day, he supposed.
He reached behind him to the side pocket of his backpack and pulled out his set of keys, fumbling with the lock that always seemed to stick. One ear perked up and swiveled when he heard the door opening to the apartment behind him. Christ, it was that annoying panther. He jiggled and twisted the key faster so he could slip in before--.
"Hey there Ty!" He hated being called that. Made him sound like a frivolous piece of clothing. Of course, his lock turned just then, the damned traitor, and he half-considered just slipping through the door and shutting it behind him rudely, but instead he turned around and offered a fake smile.
"Hey Alex, and it's," the fox cut off as he saw a box in the panther's paws. He perked his brow and his heart skipped a beat as he idly wondered if there was any way for the panther to know what was inside of that package. Tyson swallowed hard and rubbed behind his ears. "Oh, you..um..took it in."
"Yeah, I gave it a good home. You should really consider a post office box for your packages. I'd hate to see them get stolen." Tyson felt like rolling his eyes. He had lived in this apartment for three years now and nothing had ever gotten stolen. He stepped a little closer, raising his paws to take the package and noticed the cat wrinkle his nose. He chuckled and grabbed the box after a shrug.
"Sorry, showers were full at the gym, if you'll excuse me." Tyson grinned and slipped into his apartment, closing and locking the door behind him after a quick "Oh, and thanks!" shouted just before the door closed. He placed his back to the door and looked over the plain brown box that just had a generic return address and no other markings. He heaved a sigh of relief. His new toy was here.
Without waiting, he tore into the box and removed the bags of air at the top, setting the box on dining room table as he removed some paper. He smiled, the black, rubbery dildo laying diagonally in the box, covered with a layer of corn starch for protection. It was thick and long with a slight ring at its center and a flared head at the tip. He had always wanted a horse dildo, he could not wait to try it out.
Tyson picked it up and laid to to the side, picking up the box to stuff the packing back into when he noticed the weight. Something shifted inside of the box and he blinked, removing the next layer of paper packing. His brow perked up and he pulled out a surprise. It was a butt plug, and a well made one at that, but at the end were flowing strands of black hairs, soft and silky. A horse's tail, attached to a plug? He definitely had not ordered this.
The fox laid the tail on the table and dumped the box out, staring at two pieces of paper on the table. One of them was the invoice that stated he had only purchased the L'il Bronco and nothing else. The other was an envelope with the words "Congratulations" written on the front. He had won some kind of prize, then? Maybe he was the hundred thousandth customer or something. Even though the Living Toys company had been open for several months, they had been vastly popular because of their uniqueness.
He sat down on the couch in front of the television and ran his claw under the flap sealing the envelope. His claws were always kept dull, but it was sharp enough to tear right through the letter. As he opened it, he noted the weight of the paper inside, the obviously spared no expense on their stationary. It even had a formal logo and letterhead when he pulled up the first flap. The logo, which was inlaid in the paper slightly, pictured the gambit of toys the company sold. All different shapes and sizes from almost every species of anthropomorph.
He had bought one a couple months ago, and if he was not so hard pressed for extra funds, he would have bought more. It was the most amazing toys he had ever played with; that most anybody he knew had one had ever played with. All the toys they sold were warm to the touch, something Tyson had thought was from being in a warm delivery tuck all day. The warmth never went away though. Even now, if he walked to the bedroom and wrapped his paw around the toy, it would warm and soft, almost flesh-like in texture. He swore they even wiggled in his rump when he slipped them in. The knot at the end of his fox toy even worked, staying locked in his rump for a good quarter hour each time he played with it. Tyson let out a soft murr at that, the bulge in his Lycra shorts getting bigger. He shook his head, realizing he was just staring at the dildos on the logo and unfolded the rest of the letter.
Tyson read the first line which contained his name instead of some generic greeting. As he read on, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He had been randomly selected for a tour of their toy factory, not only that but he was promised his body weight in toys just for his participation. He almost squeaked like a pup as he read the letter again, then again. He hoped it was not a hoax or anything, but everything looked right on the letter. What was more, the factory was only a couple hour drive from his place. It was in two weeks though. He had two weeks to wait for the opportunity of a lifetime. They were the longest two weeks of his life.
Two weeks later...
Tyson grunted as he pushed back against the flared head of the horse dildo he had come to love. He hardly noticed the hot water of the shower spilling over his front as he gripped the base of the dildo suctioned to the tiles of the shower wall. He moaned at the warmth of the toy as it slipped into him, it almost felt like it was pulsing inside of him. The silicone lube would not wash away in the water, and though it was dangerous to use that stuff in the shower, he did not care. The fox had an itch to scratch and only one way to get at it.
He moaned a long, tenor sound that wavered as pleasure rippled through is body, his stretched tailhole the source. The head of the warm dildo pressed against his prostate, his slab of pink, veined flesh hanging out his sheath and pulsing with desire. That horse cock dug its way deep inside his silken passage, pushing at all the right parts, even wiggling a bit, just right to please him.
The fox's dark claws dug into the shower mat below him as he cried out, feeling his rump flush against the cool tiles as he hilted on the toy, his body speared by its girth and length. As he pulled up, he felt the ring pop out of his pucker, his paw immediately grabbing the chrome handle in the shower. He lifted himself up all the way to the swollen head then pushed back down, groaning with desire.
He knew he would not last long, that dildo hit every right spot inside of him at once. He tried to last though, slowly lifting up and pressing back, lifting up and pressing back. He would cry out, and moan each time that ring slipped in and out of his hole, the head and shaft stroking his prostate, making his cock drip with preseed without even touching it.
Every time he played with the toys was like a new experience. The dildo would move in different ways, something he was still unsure how they managed to produce. He swore that more than once, he felt the toy spasm like in the middle of an orgasm. Even the head would flare inside of him, if only they had a model with fake cum that could be injected, he would be in heaven.
Suddenly, Tyson's body tensed up and shuddered as he lifted his head and howled. Without even touching himself, he had been driven over the edge. His cum sprayed across the floor tiles and dribbled from the tapered head of his pink cock. His passage clenched around that toy in his rump, his pucker tightening as his prostate pulsed against it. Tyson slammed himself back against the wall, taking the whole length of the toy in his ass as he orgasmed, crying out in utter pleasure. The toy pulsed inside of him, seemed to warm up as he emptied himself of gobs of hot, thick fox cum.
Tyson wrapped his paw around his cock, pumping it and squeezing at the small knot at the base, coaxing out a few more dribbles of seed before he laid his back against the wall and panted. The water washed away any evidence of his debauchery, creating a steaming sauna of vapor mixed with his male scent. He closed his eyes, clenching and relaxing his cheeks around that toy. He must have stood there for fifteen minutes, a sudden realization coming over him that caused his eyes to shoot open. He had to get going, and fast else he would be late for the tour.
Tyson whimpered as he pulled off the horse toy and cleaned his rump with soap and water before stepping out of the shower then doing the same with the toy. He would leave it suctioned there, danging and ready for the next morning. He leaned over, giving the head of his new toy a kiss before drying himself off.
Tyson had thrown on a plain, light green polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that showed off his rump quite well, he thought. He had worried about over dressing or under dressing, but it was tour. His outfit should work rather well. The car ride to the factory consisted of mostly straight interstate travel, so over all it was boring. And long too, he hated sitting for two hours straight no matter the situation. As he drove up to the factory, he handed the security guard, an old Alsatian with a gut and a gruff voice, his day pass and was told to park in the visitor spots.
There were only a few spots left, and they were about as far away from the entrance of the factory as one could get, but Tyson did not mind. He needed a walk after driving so far. He put his Mustang into park and slipped out of it, stretching and yawning in the blistering midday heat.
"You hear for the tour too?" He heard a tenor voice say with a slight twang to it. It belonged to another fox with the same colorization as he, which was not rare in the least to be honest. The fox was a little taller, and better defined muscle-wise though. He was by no means a body builder, but he made Tyson look a bit lanky.
"Yeah, didn't know if I'd run into anybody else." Tyson said with a chuckle and stepped away from his car. The other fox offered up a paw and Tyson took it, shaking with a firm grip. The fox's pads were smooth and warm against his, and he had to admit, he was handsome too.
"The name's Cyrus." He said with a smile on his maw. Getting closer, Tyson could tell the other fox had less white than he did around the muzzle, and the brown fur of his paw and forearm reached up past his elbow, where his own stopped well short. "Pleasure to meetcha." That twang in his voice was quite appealing too - charming, not at all annoying as most. Tyson just looked back with a dumb grin on his face.
"The name's Ty." He said after a moment and then almost winced. Dammit, he hated the shortened version of his name! He had to correct it and fast, but as he opened his maw he heard Cyrus say.
"I love that name." And then it was too late. But he said he loved the name. Tyson had to hold back a school girl giggle as he took his paw back and rubs at his ears. "Shoot, it's hot out here, care to take this inside?" Cyrus beamed a smile and Tyson was hooked.
"Sure thing." He said a little breathy and followed the other fox. He idly wondered if Cyrus was gay too. He wanted to smack himself for that one; of course he was gay! Why else would he be taking a tour of an adult toy factory? Unless, maybe he was one of those straight guys who were into anal play. He certainly looked it with those dark jeans and heavy metal band shirt. Nah, he was just one of those uncoordinated gays. He had to be.
"You think?" He heard Cyrus say and shook with a start, looking up at the other fox with a blank expression. He had been talking this whole time and did not hear a word of it. That was what he got for drifting off into his own little world.
"Um, what?" Tyson said bashfully, glad of the fur on his cheeks covering just how flush they were becoming.
"I said I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse." Tyson was suddenly reminded of the slight pain in his rump from the horse play he had earlier this morning and grinned. "You think they'll have something to eat?" Just then Cyrus' stomach rumbled, eliciting a chuckle from the both of them.
"They'll have a vending machine in the lobby or something, I'm sure." Tyson said as they approached the door, the other fox walking ahead. He opened the door and motioned Tyson through, and he could not help but smile at the display of chivalry.
"Ladies first." Cyrus said and Tyson rolled his eyes and barked a laugh, slipping through the door before he felt a firm paw tap his rump. He perked his ears up and looked behind him at Cyrus who had a grin on his face. "Nice tush."
There was no question now, the fox was gay. Tyson could not have been happier. He was going to leave the factory with a bunch of toys and a new friend he hoped he could enjoy them with. He swished his tail back and forth seductively and chewed on his lower lip before he whimpered. "Naughty."
The lobby was very atypical of a factory. It looked more like it belonged to some law firm or something of the sort. There was a calming waterfall in the middle and tall indoor trees that shaded the light of the glass ceiling. It was cool too, surprisingly so for the sun beating down like it was. It had a fresh, woodsy sent to it as well, a quite pleasant place to welcome guests.
There were already two others there for the tour, both of them foxes. They were about the same height and build, and both had the same black and white fur. It shone like silk in the drowning light of the lobby, the black fur so shiny and lush. They looked rather nervous and stood close to one another nobly one of the two smiled and offered a timid wave as Tyson and Cyrus approached. Tyson could not help but be intrigued, wondering since the both of them were there together if they both played together. He tried to brush that mental image aside for now.
Cyrus introduced himself first, then introduced Tyson. The two foxes slowly warmed up as they chatted. They were, indeed, identical twins from one of the local universities. They were both just as excited to be there as Cyrus and Tyson. They chatted for several minutes, the conversation shifting to toys rather quickly.
Soon, another joined them, but the newcomer was not a fox, but rather a buck. He had an impressive set of antlers that were well groomed and taken care of. His hooves were capped in rubber shoes that dulled the sound upon the concrete floor to a dull thud. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a light blue button up shirt and matching tie with a lab coat hanging loosely around him. The four foxes stopped talking for a moment and watched the buck approach.
"Welcome to the tour, my name is Joesph and I'm one of the founders of Living Toys, Limited." He announced himself and the four foxes voiced their greetings on top of one another. "As you all can see, this is the lobby, but it's more than just that." The buck continued on. "All of the windows are solar collectors and help to provide over half of our power needs. It used to be all of them, but we got very popular, very quickly." The foxes all chuckled and as they were motioned on a set of wide doors.
"Now, we need you all to put on a set of dust suits, they will fit right over your clothes. After that, we'll be ready for the tour." The buck motioned to a set of dispensers at the side and each fox complied, putting on the thin, mass produced, gray-blue suits that made them look as though they were going into surgery. Just as they were done and being ushered through the door, a voice from behind them made Cyrus and Tyson stop and look back.
"Wait!" The voice was deep and breathy. "Wait for me!" Another fox was running across the lobby, nearly bumping into an otter in his rush, a pile of papers fell and scattered on the floor. The fox was too occupied to notice, he did not even seem to mind the curses that followed. "Sorry I'm late." He heaved for breaths and placed both his paws on his knees, his dark red tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle.
The new fox was a big guy. It was not just the layer of fat on his body though, he had some serious muscle underneath. Not only that, he was the tallest of the group. His fur was pure white which made him look even odder, the only contrast in color were his brown eyes, black nose and dark paw pads. He was wearing a tight shirt with the arms ripped off, dangling pieces of black thread showing strikingly against his white fur. He also had on a pair of gym shorts that looked to be about two sizes too large. The way they fell in the back, it was obvious the newcomer went commando.
"Car. Broke. Down." He said between gasps for air and soon stood up, he was almost as tall as the buck was with antlers. His shirt had the initials of a nearby university and the words "Football Team" in a faux faded font. The fox certainly looked the type to play football, probably a linebacker by his looks.
"Right, then." The buck said as he pointed to the box on the wall. "Put on one of those garments and we'll get the tour started." Tyson could not help but chuckle to himself as the arctic fox put on the dust suit, a part of it ripped. So much for one-size-fits-all. "Don't worry about it, we're going to be late." The buck said with an irritated voice as the arctic fox tried to look behind him to examine how badly the suit had ripped.
They slipped past the double doors, the buck taking the lead with the twins right behind him. The arctic fox was next followed by Cyrus and Tyson who walked side by side, tails brushing together. They were in a long hallway with very few doors, none of them labeled and no windows to see inside the rooms. At the end was another set of identical double doors like the ones they had just entered, but these had yellow caution signs on them.
"What are the chances everybody taking the tour would be a fox?" Cyrus said in a quite voice as the buck explained the rules, mostly common sense like not touching anything and being alert. Tyson had not even thought of that though, it was a bit odd they would all be the same species. He blinked for a moment, his pace slowing before he turned his head and shrugged.
"They ask you your species when you create an account. Maybe that's just what they do." Tyson replied and Cyrus shrugged in return.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm still pretty excited to be here." The other fox chuckled and gave Tyson a pat on the shoulder, then his stomach growled again. "Still hungry though."
"Silly, you should have eaten before you got here." Tyson nudged the other fox with his elbow and they exchanged smiles, then Tyson felt Cyrus' paw grip his and he let his ears fall back. He had already found the best part of the tour. He felt a familiar tightness in his underwear as he leaned slightly against the other fox, squeezing paws together.
"You two hear anything I just said?" The buck asked as they approached the door and Tyson had a look like a deer in the headlight. He had been so enthralled with meeting this new fox, he drowned out the droning voice of the buck.
"After the disinfection stage, we're to be as careful as we can so we don't contaminate orders." Cyrus responded and Tyson sighed under his breath in relief. At least one of them was listening. Cyrus must have known what he was thinking and gave him a smile before they walked past the doors.
The factory was unlike anything Tyson had expected. It had twenty foot tall ceilings with windows all around the top, flooding the factory with natural light just like in the lobby. But where Tyson thought there would be more ostentatious with chrome mixing tanks, pipes running from end to end, ovens and molds, his entire vision of the place was quite incorrect.
Maybe incomplete would be the better word. There were still vats of the material they used, but they were made of glass, or maybe some type of clear plastic. They also held very little liquid inside of them, leaving mostly air as they were pumped out of. The pipes were clear as well, running from the vats to a conveyer belt that ran several yards before turning towards the packaging area where most of the employees worked. The liquid was not poured into a mold, but rather the goop splattered on the belt itself before disappearing into a machine.
"This is our processing plant, it's not much now, but with the popularity of our products over last few months, we're due for another line eventually." The buck said over the noise of the machine. "Over here is where the process starts. We choose only the finest of synthetic materials to produce the life-like toys you all enjoy." Tyson watched the twins giggle and one of them slap the rump of the other. He almost shook his head before he heard a soft murr from Cyrus and his gaze was on the twins too. Tyson had to admit, he would love some alone time with those two.
As they neared the vats, Tyson noticed something else that seemed odd. Where he would expect the liquid to be separated by color, there were several vats that carried the same colors in them. Perhaps they were mixed right before molding, maybe it was the secret to how life-like and warm those toys were.
They followed the buck along the assembly line as they got the rest of the tour. He explained how the machine molded the piles of synthetic material into their specified shape according to orders, no toy was made that was not already paid for. It was impressive, they must be making dozens of them this afternoon alone, no telling how many they had made in the morning. They really were a hit on the internet if they had this many people ordering everyday.
As they reached the end of the line, they saw the toys that were being made. They wriggled about on the conveyor belt, the ones at the far end losing their shine, appearing more fleshy like the ones they all had purchased. It was amazing and all of them stared as the buck explained the cooling process, and how it tempered the material.
"How do they move like that?" Cyrus asked, Tyson was about to ask the same thing. "And how do they stay so warm, no other toy I've had has been like that." Tyson was unsure why he thought the fox beside him to be any different from the others here already. Everybody was a customer, but he just did not see Cyrus as the type to stuff a dildo up his tight, round, appealing ass. Well, of course he did, but Tyson was probably sluttier about it.
"That's a little secret we can't divulge just now, we're still working on the patents and all. Would hate for somebody to figure it out!" The buck chuckled and motioned them onward towards the packing area. Tyson followed behind the twins who were now openly groping and rubbing each other, their tail coiled around. Tyson watched as they did, not noticing for a few moments that Cyrus was beside him.
He turned back, the other fox was quickly catching up and Tyson chuckled. He must have been concentrating on the twins so hard, he forgot the walk. They caught up with the other group, Tyson taking a page out of the twins' playbook and holding the other fox's tail with his. It earned him a small smile.
The buck talked about the efforts they go to keeping each toy safe for shipping, as well as the automated system (also under patent) that helped ensure the right package got to the right person. As they were talking, the tiger-shaped dildos were rolled in starch and sealed up and packed away. The flow was only interrupted by yet another oddity. Among the toys, there was a long, flowing tail of red and white with black stripes on it.
"Ah, and of course, our machine uses some of the material to create tails." The buck said as he picked up the plug the tail was attached to. It swayed in the air, its movement looking as real as the fur. "These are packaged in random boxes and sent out with letters, much like the ones you all received." He explained before slipping the tail into a box. "It's a special thanks for our customers, because without them, we couldn't make our toys!" Tyson rolled his eyes at the silly display of customer appreciation. Without them, they simply would not sell any toys.
There was time for a few questions and the twins piped up. As shy as they were, they got over it quickly. Even the arctic fox had a couple of questions, asking how big the toys got and if they ever did special orders. Tyson did not pay attention to most of the answers, not because he was bored of the tour or anything, but because Cyrus would not stop trailing his fingers along the base of his tail.
That drove Tyson wild. He had to bite his lip more than once, hoping he looked thoughtful instead of ready to moan. Cyrus certainly knew what that look was and he scratched even harder with a breathy chuckle. It took all the restraint Tyson had when he felt that soft, warm paw slip down his pants and lay flat against his rump, squeezing it. His underwear was tight, the bulge showing through his pants now.
Thankfully, the questions were all done before he knew it and they were guided out of the factory. They found themselves back in the hallway they had first entered, the buck droning on about what to expect from the company in the future. Tyson did not hear any of it as he was pulled to one of the doors by Cyrus, the inset hiding them from view by the others.
He was pressed up against the wall with the only slightly taller fox grinning at him. Tyson splayed one ear to the side and smiled back, trying not to look too eager. Cyrus leaned in and Tyson's eyes closed as he felt those warm, silky lips against his own. He let out a soft moan and his paw slipped down to the other fox's crotch, grabbing a feel as they locked lips. The tip of Cyrus' tongue slipped into his muzzle and Tyson suckled on it, tasting other fox and loving it.
Tyson's rump was squeezed as he Cyrus removed his dust suit with the other. The kiss seemed like hours of bliss, but too soon it ended, leaving Tyson with his eyes closed and panting softly. He opened them, the blue eyes of his new friend staring back at him. He leaned in and rubbed his muzzle against Cyrus', enjoying the warmth.
"I got something." He heard Cyrus whisper and Tyson blinked as he looked down. In the other fox's paw was one of the tiger dildos which wiggled about. So that is what he had been doing when he fell behind. "It's still warm, and wiggly." He winked.
"You didn't have to take it, they're giving us a bunch of toys." Tyson said, nipping Cyrus' nose playfully.
"They might not have given us one of these, you don't know." Cyrus said in defense and Tyson could only nod in agreement.
"But how are you going to sneak it out?" Tyson asked and he felt Cyrus' paws pulling at the back of his pants. Tyson's eyes widened and he let out a little whimper.
"Oh, I have my ways, pup." Cyrus said, slipping the toy into his muzzle where it wiggled around as he suckled on it. Tyson perked his ears as he was called a pup, he loved that. Running into this fox was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Tyson watched as Cyrus suckled on that toy, his pants getting even tighter as his member stood fully erect. The toy left Cyrus' maw with a slurp before it slipped out of site. Tyson looked up at the other fox eagerly, feeling the tip of the tiger toy running up his crack and under his bushy tail, the head slipping in to tease his tailhole. It was warm, indeed, much warmer than his toys at home. It was also much more energetic in its movements.
"Mmm, even the barbs work." Cyrus said as he licked his lips and gazed into the dark eyes of the other fox. He could see that familiar need, that lust for a stuffed tail and made Tyson wait no longer. With a firm push, the toy slipped into the fox's passage. Not as big as his other toys, it fit rather easily in there, but the warmth and movement caused Tyson to shudder and groan.
"Shh, we'll get caught." Cyrus said as he pulled Tyson's pants up in the back and tugged him out from the alcove, walking quickly back to the group. They made it just in time since the buck turned back around and motioned towards one of the rooms, the heavy double doors to the lobby just beyond him.
"That concludes our tour for today. Some of the employees were kind enough to back up some goodies and we laid them out for your refreshment." The buck said with a sickly smile. This tour guide needed to work on his people skills, that was for sure. "That's it for me today, you have been a lovely crowd. Another employee will be in shortly to discus arrangements for your free toys." The buck opened the door and waited for everybody to walk inside, offering each of them a nod and a farewell.
Tyson rubbed a paw behind his head. Arrangements for their free toys? Did that mean they were not going to get them today? He felt bummed out by that thought. Cyrus seemed to not care as he was the first to make his way to the table of refreshments. He did not even take a plate, just a couple hands full of cookies, brownies and a finger sandwich which already had a bite out of it as Cyrus chewed.
"Ohmygawd." Cyrus said with his maw full. "Sho goot." Tyson just chuckled and shook his head, he hoped it was just the extreme hunger causing the fox to stuff his maw like that, he did not even wait to swallow before he bit out of the dessert. The twins both had a sandwich and some punch, standing at the end of the table as they talked about which toys they hoped they'd get. The arctic fox was eating directly from the table, his second sandwich almost gone.
Tyson suddenly felt the toy in his rump wriggle and writhe inside of him, causing him to groan and grab onto Cyrus' shoulder for support. The other fox just grinned and nearly choked as he began to laugh. Tyson looked up at him with what he wanted to be a glare, but it turned into an expression of lust almost immediately.
"Those things must be even better fresh, huh?" Cyrus joked and gave Tyson's ass a little slap, watching the other fox bite his lip in an effort to stop from groaning. "Go get yourself something, this stuff is good!" Cyrus said before stuffing his face with the rest of the sandwich and a bite of the brownie.
As Tyson approached the refreshment table, he noticed the arctic fox had stopped eating, though his back was turned from the rest of the crowd. He grabbed a sandwich and one of the peanut butter cookies before he heard a soft grunt from the arctic fox. As Tyson looked over, he saw the well-built fox with his paw stuffed down his pants, going at it without any shame at all. Tyson cleared his throat and turned back to Cyrus, quickly walking across the room.
"Dude, the big guy's fapping it." He said in an urgent whisper, nudging Cyrus when he looked. "Don't stare." He said under his breath, then took another bite of the sandwich. Cyrus had been right, this was the best food he had in a long time. Even the cookie tasted great. He would have to go back over assuming the buff fox did not spooge over everything.
"He's not the only one, the twins are at it too." Cyrus responded in an equally urgent whisper, though with much more humor than Tyson had found at the situation. As he turned his head, he saw the twins with their shorts around their knees, their paws on their brother's member stroking away while they kissed. It was enough to make Tyson flush again.
"Holy shit..." He breathed and just stared, every once in a while taking a bite of whatever hit his maw first. It was quite erotic watching those two stroke each other, making out with the remains of uneaten food scattered at their feet. The one with his back to the wall slipped his paw around, poking two digits into his brother's ass which was followed by an all too familiar yiff noise.
"I'm kinda horny too." Cyrus said under his breath and started rubbing his cock through his pants.
"With a scene like that, I don't blame you." Tyson replied, his own paw slipping around behind him, teasing that toy hidden inside his passage. He let out a moan, but surprisingly he did not try to muffle it this time. He was hornier than ever, so much so he had tugged down his pants without worrying about unbuttoning them and was playing with that toy.
That is, until Cyrus spun him around and kissed him full on the lips. It was more amazing than the one they shared in the hallway; full of sparks and a deep seeded need for release. Tyson had not seen Cyrus remove his clothing, but as their bodies touched, he felt the larger cock of the dreamy fox in front of him press against his sheath. The ground their bodies together, Cyrus playing with that toy in Tyson's passage, their shafts wetting with combined preseed.
They heard a voice over the intercom of the room, it was that buck again. "If you will please move to the next room, we shall start the toy distribution process." The crackling voice said and all of the foxes felt a need to comply almost as strong as their need for sex. It was Tyson and Cyrus who were last in to the next room, and they hardly noticed it was not a room at all.
They stood in one of those glass vats they had seen on tour, but their lust-crazed minds blinded them to what was really going on. They were all squished together, grinding and kissing, trading off partners now and again until none of them knew who they were with. It was the most wonderful feeling of their lives, a moment they hoped would never end.
As the foxes inside the vat succumb to their lust, the glass container was lowered into place. The buck watched as clamps locked the container to the base of the heating apparatus. They had a large order for vulpine toys they had to fill by the end of the day, which had stressed him during the whole tour. Well, everything would be over soon enough now, and hopefully he would not have to stay late.
A gas was pumped into the container, a special blend that would take the foxes' lust to new heights while activating the serum their buffet of food had been laced with. Tyson had finally made his way back to Cyrus, their shaft throbbing together, rubbing against one another. He felt like he would burst any moment, as though he was full to the brim and ready to orgasm, but something would not let him.
"Cyrus..." He moaned between breaths and felt the other fox wrap his arms around him protectively. The chamber was heating up, or maybe it was all this grinding. He could not be sure, nor did he care. He felt his fur clumping together, the other fox's seemed to be doing the same. Tyson just concentrated on that perfect tongue that invaded his muzzle and closed his eyes. He could hear squeaks next to him, the sound getting louder.
It was an odd feeling, their fur becoming heavier, their bodies becoming shinier. Their insides were quickly changing, the strongest concentration of the transformative liquid in their bellies which were all now rubberized. It spread slowly in all directions, around to their back, up to their chest and down to their crotches. It felt like a perfect fitting condom as Tyson stroked the other fox's member, thre preseed dripping from the tip coating his paw, turning it with every stroke.
He felt more flexible, his body squishing up against the other fox's as their rubbery forms gave under the force, their shaft squeaking with each thrust of their hips. Tyson felt the transformation reach his rear, his cheeks molding around that toy hidden inside of him, holding it in him as it wiggled and pulsed. He started to feel softer, his paws melting against the other fox, pushing inside of him as they pressed closer and closer.
Cyrus tried to pull away from the kiss, but found his muzzle was somehow stuck to Tyson's. Not that he minded in the least, he just kept on rubbing and kissing as he watched the fox in front of him slowly becoming shinier. He also noted that the vat must be lowering again as everything in the room started to move. Had he been able to look down, he would have noticed it was not the room, but rather his melting body.
Tyson felt a warm liquid around his ankles, slowly drifting up to his shins. That dildo in his rump seemed to be wiggling faster and stronger now as the liquid in the tank slowly rose. His paws were now a part of Cyrus' back, and the other fox's paws a part of his. Their members melted into one mass of pink, veiny rubber that dripped into the rising fluid around them.
The twins, who had managed to sandwich the arctic fox between them, were almost entirely meted at this point. The bigger fox was rubbing what was left of their body over his, licking his rubber fingers with a satisfying squeaking noise. As his paws roamed over his body, it felt like a hundred small orgasms hitting him in rapid succession. He would have moaned had he had the ability, but instead he dove into the liquid, trying to get his fill.
Tyson opened his eyes, staring into the face of his lover which now was one solid piece of rubber, bits dripping off of it as continued their perpetual kiss. They were happy they would be together now as they slowly melted into the puddle of multicolored rubber that now filled the tank almost a quarter of the way. The kiss, and the writhing cat toy were the last things he remembered before melting completely away.
Tyson woke up sometime after that to the most bizarre feeling. It felt like he was in many different places all at once, but still himself. He could not exactly see, but his senses were sharper in other areas, and somehow he knew Cyrus was with him. At least, partially with him. Someone picked up a part of him, and Tyson could not help but squirm at the cold hands that rolled him in starch. It was an odd feeling having parts of him stuffed in boxes while others were still being handled.
It was then he realized his fate, he was a part of those toys. They were a part of him. Cyrus came to the same realization too, and they both were quite happy about it. They were what caused the toys to stay warm, what caused them to wiggle and what gave them their fleshy feeling. They would be used for pleasure, and give pleasure to many. Somehow, they could not wait.
Five business days later...
A knock at the door startled the panther as he was watching television, but he got up quickly and peeked out of the view hole. There stood a gray wolf dressed in a brown polo shirt and brown shorts, in his arms was a plain cardboard box. Alex nearly purred in delight as he unlocked the door and greeted the delivery guy.
After signing and politely saying farewell, he locked his door and sat the box on the back of the chair. His claws deftly cut through the tape and he dove his paw inside the box, feeling around under the layer of airbags. His paw hit something soft and fleshy and he grinned gleefully.
When the package had arrived for the fox across the hallway, he had searched the return address which led him to a most interesting website full of all kinds of realistic toys. He was a closet case himself, but there was something about that site that made him want one of these things himself.
He gripped the dildo in his paw and pulled it out, marveling over its shape. It was one of their new designs, a hybrid member. The top half looked like that of a cat, a familiar shape to a feline like him. The barbs were laying flat, but the looked to be soft and as Alex ran his paw along them, they stood straight. The bottom half, however, was distinctly canine. It had a good-sized knot that was already starting to swell.
The panther was surprised at the warmth of the product, and how it wiggled around in his paw. He could not wait to try this thing out! He picked up the box, thinking it was mostly empty, but its weight caused him to drop it. He blinked as a butt plug spilled out from the bottom of the box, attached to it was a familiar looking fox tail. He picked it up and examined the length before noticing an envelope at his feet with bold letters reading "Congratulations!"