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A Fox's Descent

Part 2

For Harute11

By Draconicon

Blake and the rest of the personalities had a good first shift at the Silver Serpent. There were a few occasions where the others - and Aries in particular - suddenly pushed forward, holding front with more aggression than usual, but they were thankfully sparse. Blake had expected that to some degree, considering just how horny that part of the group had become after the different plugs had been inserted, but he hadn't expected it to actually last so long. There had been a point where Aries had taken over and talked to one of the gamblers for nearly a minute before Blake had been able to wrest control back again, and that was...mildly concerning. Aries had promised that he wouldn't go that far again while on the job, and hopefully that would be the end of it. Hopefully.

The rubber fox returned the service tray to Aspen at the end of his shift and made his way to the locker room. He expected to find his locker still full of the clothes that he'd worn to the interview, considering that he'd hopped right to work and hadn't had the chance to get anything else, but as soon as he opened the locker, he found out how wrong he was.

His eyes widened as they fell on a leotard and nothing else. Pushing it out of the way, he felt along the back, half-expecting there to be some hidden compartment for the rest of his clothes, but there was nothing to be found. All that he had was the leotard.

"What the heck?"

Blake pushed down harder than usual on the rest of the personalities, particularly Aries. This was not the time for them to start talking about what they were going to do, nor was it the time to start getting embarrassed and turned on. Anxiety was already building, and he needed to do something to slow it down before it got too much to handle. He took several deep breaths as a holding action, then stood up.

The plugs in his ass and pussy suddenly vibrated, and he shivered, a hint of arousal making his dick poke out of his sheath ever so slightly. He covered it for a moment, feeling the thick layers of rubber holding it down for the most part, but if it kept growing, then he was going to have a problem.

The buzzing lasted for five seconds, then stopped. That was Aspen, then, and - no, no further buzzes, which meant that he was at the bar. Technically, Blake was already off-shift, but if his supervisor had something to tell him, then it was probably better to get over there and talk with him about it.

He hustled back out of the locker room, thankful that he hadn't undressed just yet. As he made his way up to the bar, the wolfdog grinned at him. Unlike the rest of the workers, he was dressed in something that looked fancier. A short-sleeve shirt with camo patterns on it, as well as tight pants that showed off -

Never you mind what it shoes off, Blake thought at Aries, feeling the ever-more-eager sub trying to climb his way forward again.

"Yes?" he said as the wolfdog turned to him.

"Yeah, you check your locker yet?"

"Yes. I did."

"Heh, you probably want to know what the hell's going on, then, right?"

"I, um, if you don't mind. Before I start having a panic attack. I don't want to cause a scene or make things awkward."

Thank you, Ptolemy, he thought, realizing that the most logical of the personalities had stepped forward for their mouth for a moment. Not for long or for much, but enough for him to get the words out without getting nervous.

Aspen must have noticed something, because he cocked his head to the side. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"Whatever. Yeah, that's your off-shift outfit now."

"I thought that I was off-shift."

"Yep, but you're still an employee."

"...So, you may dictate what I wear, then. On-shift and off-shift?"

"Not me. The casino does, though."

"...Why?"

"Hey, consider it an investment in the employees. You're going to be representing the casino at all times. When the customers come here, they think sexy, glitzy, and most of all, different. If you think that you can just walk around all 'normal,' then you have the wrong idea here."

"...I prefer to look normal."

"Then you got the wrong line of work, kid. Just try it. It'll take some getting used to, yeah, but it's not that bad."

"You say that as a manager. What about as an employee?"

"I worked my way up. Maybe you can, too."

"..."

"And it's in the contract, kid. And trust me. You don't want to break that contract. The boss has some serious problems with that."

The boss. They hadn't met the boss yet, but there was every reason to want to avoid that. If there was one thing that was the same between all the different jobs that they had had, the one thing that you never wanted to do was meet the boss for anything other than a commendation meeting. Even that was better handled by someone lower down, but if you had to, that was the best time for it.

Blake didn't like the idea of wandering around the casino in nothing but a leotard of rubber that looked even tighter than the outfit that he was already in, but he could handle it. Not happily, admittedly, but he could handle it, and he was sure that the others would cushion that little blow.

"Thank you for explaining."

"No problem, kid. You can take the plugs out, but make sure that you keep 'em on you. You're responsible for charging them and all that. Get changed and come back, and I'll get your room key sorted."

Room key? Right. They were probably paying him in room and board as well as with a traditional paycheck. That was good; he hadn't had a chance to sort out a room in the area around the casino just yet, so that meant that he didn't have to worry about where he was going to sleep.

Ptolemy was coming in very handy at that moment. Just enough of a realization that they had forgotten something without allowing them to feel stupid for forgetting. It was a fact, and it was sorted. That was all that they needed to think about.

They went back to the locker room, and as they stripped down, Blake, Aries, and even Toy cycled between being front. Aries was rather entranced by the way that they had been treated thus far, enjoying the ways that they had been given this sort of pleasure, had been ordered around in such a kinky fashion. Blake agreed with that much, even if he wasn't the most sexual of the bunch. It was easy to follow these orders, and easier still to just go along with it with all the rubber that they were playing with. It was such a lovely material, and while he wasn't turned on by it, the kink was fun to play with.

Toy, on the other hand...

Blake hadn't felt Toy be this active since the moment of that personality's birth. Usually, it only came out when Aries was running hot or when Gemini needed something to take the anxiety of the situation off of them. The way that Toy worked, it just added arousal, kept the feeling of submission going, and kept the lot of them focused on feeling good and horny rather than on the thing that was bothering them.

Was that something of a warning sign? It was hard to tell, but Toy was out in force, occasionally taking control of a limb to touch their body, to run a finger along their chest or along the outfit, or even along one of the plugs.

When they were completely stripped, Toy surprised all of them by holding onto the plug that had been in their pussy, looking at the wet thing and then slowly bringing it to their mouth. The rest of the personalities grabbed that wrist, stopping it in its tracks.

"Not now," Blake said.

Toy paused, then lowered the toy in seeming understanding. They gathered their gear together in a pile, then wrapped the interior part of the catsuit around it, pulling it into a tight ball that would be easily carried under one arm. Blake stepped forward again, holding control as he pulled the leotard out of the locker.

It wasn't the most covering of garments, for sure. It looked like something that would have fit better at a meeting of gymnasts rather than something that someone would wear on the regular, but the inside was soft and smooth, and he could tell that it was high-quality rubber. If nothing else, it would fit well against their body, and that meant that they would feel more comfortable walking around in it without it sliding up and down and all around.

The only downside, really, was the part that slid between the legs.

Oh, come on. That's not a downside. That's an upside.

It is the equivalent to a thong once past the balls. It will slide inside of us.

I KNOW! That's what's gonna be awesome about it.

...At least it, uh, it won't show us, um, that much from the front.

Nope. All from the back. I LOVE this place, Aries thought with an obvious glow of satisfaction and, yes, even happiness.

Blake completely understood that, but it was still difficult for him to be entirely comfortable with the idea of this being their off-work attire. It was very exposing, and despite them being in rubber for so long, he still didn't know if he felt comfortable with the resort seeing them for what they were. A rubber fox was something freakish, if sexually alluring to the right crowd, but that was just going to trip their anxiety all the further.

A brief discussion among their little cluster brought a compromise. They would wear it - something that they were, they supposed, bound to do - but they would not delay in making it to their chambers as quickly as possible. There would be no flaunting as Aries and Toy wanted to do, and they would just get to somewhere private so they could start figuring out what they were supposed to do, or could do, with their new life.

As expected after touching the leotard, it was a tight piece of clothing that fit to their rubber body very well. There none of the sliding that might have happened with a standard bit of clothing, or even the adjustments that were needed for a flesh-creature wearing something of the same sort. The rubber might as well have just been another layer of his skin for all that it moved around, attaching to him more firmly than two layers of Velcro would cleave to each other. It was particularly tight around the crotch and rump, and - just as had been anticipated - it slid right up between their legs, so slender that it actually parted their pussy lips, leaving that hanging out slightly on either side of the leotard.

"We are walking with our legs very tightly together. No arguments," Blake muttered, rubbing his cheeks as he blushed.

There were none. Even Aries knew when not to push in a situation like this.

They walked out of the locker room, keeping their legs together and walking in a far more mincing fashion than usual. The fact that they were so close to being exposed was hardly something that they were used to. Their old attire, as feminine as it sometimes was, didn't show off what they had down there nearly as much as this did. If it wasn't so tied up in the rubber aspect of it, Blake wasn't sure that he could have forced himself, Gemini, and Ptolemy back out of the locker room.

As it was, Gemini was hiding in the back of their head, pretending that the world didn't exist at that moment, and Ptolemy was doing its best to keep from letting that fear turn into a full-body anxiety attack. There was a definite, genuine risk of that, and Blake was trying not to borrow Ptolemy's calm and logical demeanor for that right at the moment.

Walking up to the bar, they got Aspen's attention, and the wolfdog chuckled to himself. They did their best not to react, with Blake putting on as neutral a face as he could manage.

"Changed. Now. Key?"

"What's the matter? Freaked out?"

"A little."

"Don't worry. It gets -"

"Key. Please."

Just a hint of Gemini's panic there, something that made his voice rise up just a little higher than normal. He cleared his throat to get rid of the squeak, apologizing to the anxious little ball that Ptolemy was rolling between its hands to keep from breaking free, and held out his hand.

Once more, there was a definite look of interest in the wolfdog's face before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a keycard. He slid it across the bar.

"14th floor."

"Lucky me."

"Room 1452. I think you'll like it."

"I hope so. Sorry. Just...just not used to..."

"Trust me. You'll learn." The wolfdog smiled. "Now, head on up. I'll give you a buzz in an hour, let you know when you're due down for your next shift."

"Elevator?" he asked, reduced to one-word questions with all the bundled-up problems going on.

"Behind you, across the floor, down the hall and to the left."

"Thanks."

That was all he could say. His work uniform and plugs were tucked under his arm and he was moving at a fast clip through the gambling floor. Other servers coming on-shift were dressed the same as they had been, some of them showing off a little more with the plugs as they turned around, making the bases that much more visible than they had been with them. He blushed slightly, hurrying along, doing his best to keep from bleeding even more -

Toy stepped forward and 'pulsed' for lack of a better word. No speech, no encouragement, just the warmth of arousal. Blake didn't handle that so well, but at the same time, it was better to be horny than to be freaked the fuck out.

Even though it left him with a bit of a boner and some moisture oozing around the edge of the leotard, he managed to get across the gambling floor without further embarrassment. They worked themselves up and around the edge of the second hall, keeping to the side as the rich clients kept making their way to the main hall. Some eyes focused on them, but Blake kept their attention straight ahead, making sure not to acknowledge the new people in their vision. They were off-duty, they were off-shift. The leotard marked them as that. No need to interact, no need to trip anxiety even further, just keep moving, just keep MOVING.

They followed Aspen's directions and found the elevator. When the doors opened almost as soon as Blake pushed the button, they all but threw themselves into it. A great shudder of relief ran down their body, spine trembling and their breath coming in harsh, slow heaves.

Now that they were no longer in public, he could attend to Gemini. He joined Ptolemy in gently holding the most nervous of the personalities, the image of a gentle touch, a connection rather than an embrace allowing them to make contact. Some of the anxiety bled through, making their heart race that much faster, but it was a small price to pay to bring some comfort to the source of it all.

Gemini was spouting apologies at rapid speed, but Blake took it and turned it back with comfort. It was alright. They were all scared. The important part was to hold onto that fear until they could deal with it. They were almost there, and then they could be safe, and let it out, and just...be...better.

The elevator stopped shortly after, and Blake stepped out. The hallway corridor was surprisingly austere, but no less beautiful for that.

Six shiny lines ran up and down the corridor, covering the majority of the floor, save for a small chunk of something smooth right in front of the doors to the different hotel rooms. As he looked down the hall to the nearest T-junction, he saw that three of the shiny lines turned right and three went to the left. The doors themselves were marked with interesting patterns, almost like two snakes were slithering up along the outside of the doors, and a single serpent head came down towards the door's middle. It was quite a different look, but one that was well in keeping with the casino's overall design.

Room 1452 was down the hall and to the left, and they followed the lines on the floor. Their anxiety had been somewhat muted, but they were still suffering from it, and they made sure to keep their eyes well away from anyone or anything that might demand that they give them attention. They were right on the verge of cracking from overstimulation and a situation too new for most of them to easily deal with.

Thankfully, nothing stopped them before reaching their assigned room. A little tap of the keycard opened the door, and they were inside.

It was not a large room, but it was bigger than the low-class room that they had been expecting. Blake saw a bed that looked like it was big enough for three people - slightly over king-sized - while Aries saw that there were little attachments to the bottom. The fox knelt down, curious, and then blushed as they realized what the little links and d-rings that were attached to the bottom of the bed were for.

Ooooh, bondage.

"Not what we're doing tonight."

Maybe tomorrow. Or the next day. Oh, can we date coworkers? I think Aspen's interested.

The wolfdog is our supervisor, as well as our immediate boss. It would be difficult to justify that level of fraternization.

Nnnnnngh...

Reminded of what Gemini needed, Blake sat down on the bed and slowly leaned back. He grabbed two pillows, one for the back of their head, and the other to pull on top of him. Big, thick, fluffy, it was the perfect hotel pillow, and perfect for this sort of thing, as well. He wrapped his arms around it and crushed it to him, hugging gently as he imagined Gemini in it. The shy, anxious bundle of nerves put himself in there, and they shared the embrace, the cuddles, the gentle touch.

It wasn't perfect, but it allowed a lot of the fear and stress to bleed away. He felt that connection return, and Gemini was no longer shaking nearly as much as it, he, it had been. Very little in the way of gender designation this time, too freaked out by the attention to claim it.

They stayed that way for some time, just holding each other in mind and through the pillow. They took turns, one of them allowing themselves to slip into the pillow, or imagining themselves there, or whatever the particular personality needed to do, and the others remaining in the body to hug them.

It was the closest they could get to things outside of their own headspace, and it was all that they could do to comfort each other sometimes.

Bit by bit, they came down from the edge of that cliff of anxiety, and their heart no longer felt like it was going to explode out of their chest. Mutual breaths of relief were released, and Aries finally had the chance to speak. Actually speak this time, as he stepped forward and took the mouth.

"So, when do we have some fun?"

The rest of them groaned at that, but he had been quiet since they had started their little freak-out, and he wasn't going to stop there. He reached one hand down, running it along their chest, stomach, and finally down to their shaft, squeezing it through the rubber with a groan.

"Come on. I know that was scary, but that was fun. Everyone was looking at us."

Yes. That was part of the problem, Ptolemy said. We are not accustomed to that level of attention.

"But it was so cool! Scary, yeah, but...wow. I've never felt that hot. I've never felt that wanted."

It was hard for any of them to argue that. They had all felt the same attention from the different men and women on the gambling floor. They were used to seeing well-off people at the airport lounge - it did cater to the better off parts of society, after all - but this was the first time that they had gotten that sort of look from the richy-riches. The fact that some of them had looked at the fox like they wanted to breed them all night long had been...

Well, Aries had obviously gotten turned on, Blake was vaguely aroused and interested, Toy was pulsing in its non-speaking way, Gemini was confused, and Ptolemy was flattered. All in all, it was something that made for a confusing bundle of emotions that they had to come together to truly appreciate, and it was something that they were still trying to process as a group.

As it stood, though, Aries wasn't wrong. The feeling was a good one, now that they were starting to get used to it. However, they were not ready to jump into the deep end the way that the hornball of the group wanted. They needed time to get used to it, time to start figuring out their new place in life, and most importantly, time to start getting used to the idea of others wanting them as more than just a fetish object.

Yes. That was...interesting.

Ptolemy's opinion was the understatement of the year. There were other rubber creatures among the employees. Not many of them, yes, but even one other would have been an astounding thing to find. The fact that they'd seen no fewer than five other servers that looked like they had latex or rubber flesh was beyond impossible. They'd seen only two in the entire time that they'd worked at the airport, and those had been as shy as they were. The ones on the floor had been more open than others, flashing everything, and some had been 'bought' and taken up to the different rooms in the hotel part of the casino.

Not that any of them wanted to work as prostitutes, but the idea of being wanted to that degree, of being allowed to be that open if they did well, was an incentive.

Do you think that they...um...that they might...talk...to us? Gemini asked.

"Maybe. Oh, do you think they'd - ow!"

Blake had seized the other hand and poked their nose, stopping Aries from saying something stupid. The idea of sleeping with other rubber creatures wasn't a bad idea, but they were still new here, still getting their feet. All those sexy fantasies could come later, when they weren't going to embarrass themselves -

Sorry. Sorry. Didn't mean to embarrass.

Not you, Gemini. Sorry. Another hug to the pillow with the not-busy hand. I just meant that we need to make sure that we don't make mistakes around other people. We want to make a good impression, right?

That much was agreed on. Nobody wanted this to turn into a job where they were the pariah of the staff. Much as it seemed that Aspen and Decro liked them - facts that the five of them agreed on - they knew that they couldn't expect special treatment. They weren't the supervisor's pet.

"Yet," Aries said.

Okay, I think it's time for me to take the mouth back.

A little push, and he was back in the front of the mind. He took their hand from their crotch, sliding it back to the pillow, and then slowly rolled onto his side.

"Aspen's calling later. Ptolemy, can you wake me up in 40 minutes?"

Certainly.

"Goodnight. Rest well, everyone."

He closed their eyes, and they drifted. It was always weird getting used to a new bed, and this was no exception. He swore he felt it humming slightly as soon as he closed his eyes, and that there was a vibration and then...something...something shifting.

Blake ignored it, closing their eyes tightly, and he remained deep in sleep even as he imagined something touching their ears.

_Slithering, sliding, slimy, slick. The long tendril invaded his ear, pushing forward and claiming inch after inch as it managed to wiggle in and around his eardrum, going further, going deeper. Something was wrong, but at the same time, something was right, the tendril drawing a moan from the sleeping fox.

He stirred slightly, rolling from his side to the back, exposing his other ear. Another tendril came from the other side of the bed, sliding in, rubbing, pushing, sliding past flexible parts in the ear. No normal person could have taken this, but on the cameras, the fox not only took it, but enjoyed it.

The crotch of the leotard lifted with the pressure of a new, stiffening erection, and soon, the front was so bulging that it was lifting it up enough to show the sac beneath. A soft flash of more rubber-flesh, as well as a wetness that was dripping from between the legs. The fox moaned in his sleep, the tentacles pushing deeper, rubbing into his skull, grinding against him. Little bulges appeared in his skull, making his head rise, his eyelids shift, and his temples bulge._

Finally, the bulges disappeared, the tentacles making their way deeper. They touched at his mind, rubbing, stroking, pushing through the skull and into the brain proper. The fox moaned, giggled, shivered, and gasped as they moved about, the camera catching the sound of the squelching tendrils as they continued their deep work.

Now and then, the fox's fingers curled, and his toes did the same. An arm would suddenly leap and then fall back to the bed, or a sudden string of words would come flying from his muzzle. Nobody knew what it was, but they were always strange, always different. The tendrils, however, were doing their job.

Once they were fully inserted, little pulses of energy started rolling down the lengths of slimy tendrils. They made the fox stiffen slightly, not just between the legs but everywhere, and every time that another pulse hit, the rubber flesh rippled with excitement.

The controllers of the tendrils knew what they were doing. Every pulse was a message, encoded and encrypted for the use of training the fox to do what he needed to do. Pulse, shiver, pulse, shiver, pulse, shiver.

They did not have much time for their work, but thirty minutes of pulsing was sufficient. They pulled back with a wet glorp, something that left a hint of slime on the fox's ears. The tendrils disappeared, and a pair of mechanical hands on the ends of mechanical arms reached down from the ceiling, dabbing the two openings clean.

They had barely retreated when the phone on the nightstand went off.

Blake gasped for breath as he lunged upwards, caught completely off-guard by the sudden ringing. He fumbled over to the nightstand, almost fell off the bed, then managed to grab the phone and pull it to his ear.

"H-hello?" he panted.

"Everything okay up there?"

"Yeah, just...just settled in for a nap and overslept. Sorry."

"No worries." Aspen chuckled. "I was half-thinking I'd catch you in the middle of getting off or something."

"I - that's inappropriate."

"I believe that's a little hard to say given your current attire."

He looked down at himself and blushed. Not only had he gone to sleep still in the leotard, but the crotch was bulging like nobody's business, almost like Aries, or worse, Toy, had been to work at it for the last little while. That was impossible, though. He pulled his thighs together, only to spread his legs again as soon as he felt the wet squish between them. He had never been that wet without someone else in the room before, and his face felt like it was going to burn right through the rubber flesh.

"Sorry. I just...mmmph. When's the shift tomorrow?"

"Starts at 4 PM, runs until midnight."

"Okay, thanks. I...I can do that."

"You better, kid. That's the way it works around here."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

"Hey, one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"...There more than one of you?"

"..."

"Heh, I wondered. Might grab you around lunch if you want to talk about that later."

It took everything in their power to not hang up the phone right then and there. This was the first time that anyone had just picked up on there being more than one personality behind their eyes. The fact that it hadn't immediately been followed with a letter of dismissal should have been a good sign, but right at that moment, even Ptolemy was surging forward with full alarm.

"L-lunch?" he stuttered.

"Yeah. Just in case you want to lay out how that works."

"..."

"Think about it. For now, get some sleep. You'll need it."

Click.

He stared at the phone, hand shaking for nearly the entire minute that it took for him to put it back on the holder. Mental hands were scrabbling for control of the mouth, and he had to force them back as he gripped himself by the wrist. One at a time, one at a time, one at a fucking time.

Finally, they slowed down, though they sure as hell didn't calm down. He let Gemini go first.

We have to go. We have to go now, somewhere different before he...before...

The lack of what Aspen might or might not do didn't take any of the fear and anxiety away. If anything, the lack of knowing made it a hell of a lot worse. He took a deep breath, pushing it out again before turning to Ptolemy.

It is very unlikely that there will be immediate negative consequences. I would imagine that Aspen wants something, and that means that he will have leverage over us if he chooses to press for it. At the same time, we have Decro that we can make contact with, and that may provide us options.

That was true. The pair of them seemed to be of a parity with one another when it came to authority in the casino. There might be something that they could do to get back-up there.

Oh, me, me! Aries said, and the image of a fox leaping up and down with his hand in the air came to all of them. They couldn't help but smile, and nodded.

Let's just do it and see where it goes. He likes us, right? Maybe he just wants to use this to see who he's sleeping with.

"Fraternization probably won't happen, you know," Blake muttered.

Come ooooon, he was literally just flirting with us. Do you really think that he doesn't want a piece of this? I love it. I love this attention so much.

Despite everything, Aries's excitement was infecting the rest of them. It was all too easy for a feeling to spread between the five of them, considering that they were so very tight-knit and none of them had that much of a wall compared to the others, but this was particularly strong. It was almost like something had changed, like they were more open to one another, and...

Well, certainly Blake couldn't deny that there was more of a throbbing going on down there. He shook his head, trying to focus on the one thing that didn't happen that should have.

"Ptolemy...why didn't you wake me up?"

I couldn't.

"What do you mean, you couldn't?"

Precisely what I say. I could not wake you up. I could not do anything. Something stopped me.

All of them went silent. The idea of something stopping one of the others from making contact with anybody else in their own head, and something stopping Ptolemy in particular, with its various ways of thinking and shifting and logicking out different paths was not just new. It was scary.

What had happened just before the call?

The End

Summary: Blake and company finish off their first shift and find themselves rather embarrassed and yet enjoying it as they go from work to relaxation...and then find something weird happening.

Tags: H/solo, M/solo, exhibitionism, leotard, rubber, exposure, public, wet, tentacles, ear tentacles, reprogramming, fox, rubber fox, wolfdog, series,