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A Fox's Descent

Part 5

For Harute11

By Draconicon

Once they were done cumming - and considering how eager their body was, that took a while - the various parts of Blake the Rubber Fox calmed down and sat on their bed properly. The plugs were off to the side, and it was surprisingly hard to keep them there rather than putting them back in. Blake in particular was surprised at how much he wanted to shove them in, and he knew that the feeling was shared by Ptolemy. The thinker was starting to feel things like the rest of them, and it was obviously startling to him...and perhaps just a little scary.

To be honest, that was the case for Blake, as well. He had expected them to be able to operate the way that they always had with this job. Well, with perhaps a little more time with Aries at the front of the group -

Yes, please, the flirt said.

But not to this degree. He had thought that they would be showing off a little, not being...not being this lustful. And not having sudden new abilities that didn't make sense. The way that Ptolemy had been able to shut Aries down like that was not anything that he had been able to do before, and the fact that it had been a trigger word rather than force of personality and will was not right, either.

The only thing that Blake could think of was that hypnosis had been done behind his back, and that was not something that felt good. Particularly with...with...

The rubber fox slumped forward slightly, having to grip the bed to keep from falling over. He huffed, shaking his head.

"Did...does anyone remember what happened with Aspen?"

I remember flirting with him and him not flirting back, Aries said, grumbling. That was annoying.

He was irked by your forwardness, Ptolemy said.

Says who? I was just being happy.

And then angry.

"What happened?" Blake asked.

They both started to talk over each other, and he sighed, rubbing his forehead. This was getting more and more difficult to sort through.

"Not you two. Gemini."

The shy one blushed, his presence trying to look away, but Blake gently pulled at them, pulling them into the limelight in their head just a little more than usual.

"I know, I know. It's not your thing, but...did you see anything?"

A...a little.

"Tell me."

There was...there was something going on with Aries, yes...there was a, um...a bit of flirting, edging.

Aries tried to say something, but Blake and Ptolemy shushed him before he could get anything out. Everyone knew that the minute Gemini was interrupted, the flow of information would stop, and there was too much at risk right then to try that.

He got angrier and angrier from all the edging, and then went back to complain. Then, um, Aspen did something.

"What did he do?"

He leaned in and whispered something, and then Ptolemy stepped in.

"Okay...Thank you, Gemini. Did you hear what he said?"

He said...he said 'Drone Zone.'

"..."

It wasn't a familiar phrase to him, but at the same time, it kind of was, almost like he had heard it some time in the past. He tried to figure out where it had come from, but the words didn't quite want to come, nor did the memory. Shaking his head, he 'looked' at Ptolemy, cocking his head to the side.

"What happened after you came forward?"

I confronted him on the words.

"Then you knew what happened?"

...I might.

"Then why -"

There were reasons.

"I don't think anything good."

You would be surprised.

Blake doubted it. There was no good reason to go around lying to the rest of them, particularly when they were all trying to find their way forward in this brand new environment. The more confused they were as a group, the harder that was going to be, and Ptolemy had made it harder for all of them by hiding something.

Nobody was happy with him for that. Not Blake, not Aries, not Gemini, not even Toy. The thinker was surrounded, and even his cold demeanor shifted a bit at that, almost like someone shifting from foot to foot in guilt.

I did what I had to do.

"And what did you have to do?"

I...made a deal.

"What kind of deal?" Blake asked through gritted teeth.

The kind that allowed us to have some greater control.

"You mean that let you have control over us."

...Only over you, Toy, and Aries.

"Why us?"

Because you're being stupid.

Aries opened his mental mouth, then shut it. Despite everything, nobody was going to argue that point. There was a certain level of horny stupid that they were all guilty of. Well, all of them but Ptolemy and Gemini. Those two were more of the asexual sort, though Gemini shared that characteristic that Blake and Aries had about wanting someone else to take charge from time to time. Except that Gemini wanted it all the time.

It was a problem, admittedly, but until recently, it had been manageable. This, on the other hand, was not.

"What deal did you make?" he asked.

...To come completely clean, I told him that if he continued what he was doing, I would walk us out of the casino and we would never come back.

That brought everyone to total silence. The idea of leaving something like this when they had nothing would bankrupt them, and likely lead to homelessness, possibly to whoring just to make ends meet if they didn't want to be completely destitute. The idea was terrifying, but more terrifying was the fact that they all knew that Ptolemy wouldn't have made that threat if it wasn't completely justified. They listened intently as he continued.

He offered me the chance to take greater control, to be allowed to ensure that Aries and Blake and Toy did not create problems by giving me a way to shut them down if I had to. In return, he wanted to be able to enjoy things with us. Our body, specifically.

"And why did you agree to that?"

I agreed that he could have his fun only if the whole of us consented to it.

"Which means..."

All of us. Toy, Gemini, you, Aries, and me.

That was something. Not a lot of something, but something. There was very little chance that Gemini would accept sex from someone else, and while Ptolemy had been able to go with that in the past, it had been something very specific from very approved individuals. Going further than that...

It was a small safeguard. And it was a reminder that the logical one was still on their side. Blake breathed out slowly, shaking his head.

Something is still wrong, however.

"Yes. You're horny."

Indeed.

And that was the thing that put them all on edge. They all felt concerned, there, because it meant that something had happened to the group. When the hypnosis had happened, something had happened to Ptolemy, at the very least, and if something had happened to him, that meant that something else could have happened to the rest of them. They could have all been altered while Ptolemy was getting that extra power and ability.

The overall consensus to that was simple. Not good.

Blake took a deep breath, forcing himself up and off the bed. His legs were still slightly wobbly from the group orgasm, but it was better than sitting in place, better than ruminating on things better left ignored for the moment. He walked over to the chair with their bottoms, pulling their suit back on, but leaving the plugs behind.

What are we doing? Gemini asked.

"It's a day off, right? We're off-shift. Let's take a look around."

But what if Aspen says something again?

I can take care of that, Ptolemy said.

Can you? What if he did more than just make you horny?

Then I will ensure that we deal with that.

Blake wanted to feel faith in that protection, but now that their invulnerability had been pierced, it was had to imagine them going forward without something else going wrong. Something else could easily happen, and they wouldn't know about it until after the fact. It was...

Well, it was probably the most vulnerable that he had ever felt. That they had ever felt, for that matter.

But we have to do something. We have to try.

That wasn't even an individual thought. It was something that they all felt, and all agreed on.

Back on the main floor, he tried to feel comfortable, but with the catsuit that he was in, all he felt was exposed. He usually liked the feeling of rubber clothes on rubber skin; the fetish itself was almost comforting, like a constant embrace from something that had never let him down, but there was something else to it, too. Something that made him feel powerful, sexy, something that made him confident and comfortable around other people. It was why the airline had allowed him to wear it even though it was against dress code.

Here, it was something different. Here, it felt like there was something objectifying him while wearing it, and he...he both liked and hated it. He felt like he was almost more like Toy while he was wearing it, and while that sent a thrill down between his legs, it didn't give him the confidence that he expected.

As a matter of fact, the longer that they were down on the floor, the more that Toy seemed to want to come forward. Not just as a presence to enjoy what they were doing, as it sometimes did, but as a full presence, a mute front that would display itself and show off like a good little rubber doll.

That was enough to send a blush to his cheeks, and he rubbed them as he walked among the machines. Some of the customers waved at him, but a whispered 'Off-duty' was enough to get them to leave him alone for the most part. Even so, he found himself getting dizzy almost immediately, like there was something swaying in his head, like he was off-balance, needing adjustment.

Why does it feel like this? Blake asked. Anything going on that you guys can feel?

There was nothing, not even a hint that the others were picking up on. That didn't help him, either, didn't make him feel better. Groaning under his breath, he kept walking, hoping to shake it off just by staying active.

It wasn't working, however, and soon, he was slumped against a slot machine. He shivered as he felt the tension running through him disappear, going limp as his body almost seemed to move on its own. Something in his head put the image of popping his ass out into his mind's eye, and soon he was posed like some whore in an alley, offering his ass to someone else. He gritted his teeth, trying to move, but he was just falling, falling, falling...

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**The argument between Aries or Ptolemy stepping forward was solved with a simple word. The bound, muted flirt was soon pushed out of the way, and he stepped forward to take the place of Blake. It was almost like he was pushing a child out of the way as he shoved their front to the back, and he had a moment of worry when he realized that Blake almost looked like Toy in the back of their mind.

But then it was done, and he was looking forward rather than backward, looking at the world around them rather than the world inside them. As he stood up, there was a brief moment of someone grasping his ass, and for the first time ever while front, Ptolemy felt...heat.

Not merely arousal, which he had felt by proxy from the others more than once, but heat. He had excused the arousal that had floated around in their head while he was not front by saying that it was just a reflection of the others and how they felt, but now that he was front, he could feel that it was coming from him. He felt hot, heated, and it echoed through him, pulsing and pounding from the epicenter between his legs, and then spreading in waves and throbbing pulses through the rest of him.**

It was inconvenient and annoying, not to mention that it made him feel less with all the need that came from the holes rather than the shaft. It would have been one thing to feel it there, but to feel it where he would have to submit, where he would have to be vulnerable to enjoy it, made him feel...wrong.

Wrong, and right, and hotter than ever at the wrongness, however. There were links to something else in that, something that lay in his own head. However, he wasn't sure if it was something that had been done by Aspen, or if it was merely Toy.

The remnants of former play had survived for far longer than any of them had expected, particularly outdoing Ptolemy's pessimistic expectations of its survival, and he had not missed the fact that Toy had been growing in strength since their arrival at the casino. He had put that down to environmental factors reinforcing Toy's original purpose, but there might be something worth investigating in that vein.

Later, however, when they were not in public. And when he was not so embarrassed and distracted, as well.

Being made to feel things was not appreciated. He would have to have a word with Aspen about how this had broken their deal. But not yet. If the wolfdog had managed to sneak other things into his head - something that he was becoming ever more convinced of - then he wanted to be safe before approaching the bartender.

For now, it seemed safest for him to just explore the gambling floor, act as normal as possible, and see what happened to him. He took a deep breath, forced himself to act as confident as he was supposed to feel as the logical member of the group, and started walking again.

The others were quiet in the back of their head, and their focus on the shifting Blake meant that he was slightly more distracted than usual. Ptolemy did his best to keep from letting that affect him, shunting that off from his attention and paying more focus to how he was reacting to the people around him. With all the customers around, he expected their body to have a reaction, and wasn't in the least surprised when it did.

Arousal continued to pulse between his legs, and when he looked at bigger men - particularly canines, he realized - it was clear that his body was reacting in atypical ways. Only Aries and Toy had ever felt this level of lust for people before, and even they had kept it to situational events, things that had been overwhelming. He, however, was feeling it as a baseline, and it was a great distraction for figuring out what had happened to him, and why. The effects were obvious: greater difficulty thinking, more problems with keeping his thoughts straight, more reasons to stick around for the attention that he was obviously getting.

As he walked between the tables, it didn't take long for a wolf to grab his ass. Normally, Ptolemy would have walked around, sidling away in a precise, well-done manner to end that contact as fast as possible. This time, however, there was a surge of something back there, and he ended up pushing his ass back against the wolf's hand.

"Mmm, what do we have here? A little rubber 'escort' for the night?" the wolf asked.

"I am off-duty right now," he managed to mutter.

"Heh, like any of you ever really go off-duty. I bet Aspen's got you working that ass hard."

"He's my employer as a server. Not as anything else."

"Heh, Aspen runs just about everything. I don't think he'd complain about me putting you in a different role."

And that hand was slowly starting to pull at the rubber catsuit, right on the verge of exposing his crack to everyone on the floor. He felt one finger sliding under it, between the cheeks, rubbing right against his hole.

Ptolemy was at a loss for words as arousal surged and need filled him. He wanted to pull back, to shake his head, to say that he didn't want this, but the longer that the wolf touched him, teased him, the more that the body told him that he did. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

He thought at Aries, and stepped back, releasing the flirt.

Aries leaped forward with nary a care, turning with a smile to the bigger dog. The shaggy gray wolf was someone that he could really enjoy, he felt, someone that was more than willing to give him a good time. He swirled his leg effortlessly over the card table, going from being groped to straddling the big dog.

"Mmmm, well, if you're going to give me something like that, then you better be able to back it up..."

"Oh, now you're interested?" the wolf asked, chuckling. "Well, I imagine that you're not going to be earning much, Mr. Off-Duty."

"I think that I can earn more than enough. Just in tips, even."

"Oh, you think you deserve that?"

"Hon, I know I do."

He rolled his hips back, the fox feeling the bulge in the wolf's pants. Good sized, a little bigger than the plug, and one that he just knew would feel amazing. He smiled, leaning in to nuzzle the bigger canine across the cheek, feeling the fur fluff against his face. Oh, this was so much better than being bound up in the back of the mind.

Toy was such an ally in this, too. He swore he felt bonds with the pseudo-personality in a way that he had never felt before, and he wondered why he had avoided it for so long. They should have been allies in this long ago.

As they rolled their hips right there in public, grinding and bumping on the wolf as if he had already bought their services, however, someone grabbed them by the scruff of the neck. He yelped, pulled back without warning, and whipped his head around.

Aspen. The wolfdog was back, and rather than feeling entirely comfortable, a small rush of fear ran through him. Something had happened the last time that they'd met, and it hadn't gone entirely well for him.

Yet, at the same time, he wanted to see what would happen next. He wanted Aspen to show him just how far he was willing to take it, and how much could be done to him in short order.

Ignoring Ptolemy's grunts of resistance in the back, he took full advantage, pressing himself up against the wolfdog. The bartender chuckled.

"Well, back out again, are we?"

"Mmm, yes. Don't put me down this time, hmm?"

"Oh? You figured that out?"

"We did." Aries chuckled. "And I know I'm going to be so much more boring if you just put me down again."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"That confident that you could beat some kind of drone-boi?"

Aries was. He knew for a fact that his body was better than any normal person, particularly someone overly zonked out and obedient. The rubber fox pressed in even closer, grinding so that he could pull that big bulge right between his legs, rubbing it between his thighs with practiced grace.

"I can do anything that you need, and I can do it better than any employee that you have in this place."

"Is that a fact?"

"It's a truth."

"Then come with me."

Sensing the chance to get something better than any of his previous lays, Aries was more than willing to go along. Toy pushed forward, adding weight to his wants, and only Gemini was conscious enough to be able to protest. Even those, however, were quiet, too quiet to really shift their course.

Leaving the main floor, they entered one of the side halls. Aries had been vaguely aware of them, mostly from seeing other servers taking clients down those hallways, and he had always assumed that was where the VIP services were done, where the various men and women that came to the casino got their fun with the rubber boys that walked the floor. It seemed that he might have been correct.

The others were still quiet as Aries opened one of the doors, revealing a room with a stripper pole and other little sexual accoutrements. Lube dispensers built into the seats, many cushions, and a strange scent in the air that made him feel all the more eager. Aphrodisiacs pumped in? Perhaps. Aries just grinned all the wider as the wolfdog pushed him inside.

"Alright. You think that you're good? How about you show me?"

"Mmm, do you know how long I've been waiting for this?"

"I think I can make a guess."

"Heh, keep guessing, because it's more than you know."

"Heh, we'll see."

"So, shall I?"

The wolfdog nodded, Aspen sitting down on one of the cushions and unzipping himself slowly. He didn't quite pull out his cock yet, but seeing that he was already putting out something of a bulge made it clear that Aries was already having an effect. Considering that he was already eager himself, there was no way in hell that he was walking out on this.

He strutted his stuff across the room, pulling off a strip-tease that was quick and efficient. He pulled the rubber off his shoulders, letting it hang down around his chest as he ran his hands up and down his body. Toy was almost neck and neck with him, the two of them taking turns, sharing, showing off how much they appreciated their body. Their hands ran down their sides, grabbed their ass cheeks, pulled on them and lifted them up and apart, only to let them drop. They moaned together, and the heat running through them only continued to rise, the scent in the air getting stronger, the effects more powerful.

It was an aphrodisiac, alright, and a powerful one. He wanted to get the recipe. He wanted to try this in his off-time, just to get that stick in the mud Ptolemy to enjoy himself more, to get Blake to realize that this was a good thing, that they were happy this way. Nothing was wrong with excess, with slutting it up.

"Mmmm..."

He moaned as he touched himself, as he stripped, as he took the catsuit off piece by piece. Soon, it hit the floor, leaving him bare, his cock standing up, his sexes dripping, his asshole clenching. Did he want that cock down his throat, first? Between his legs? Under his tail? Oh, he was sure that he was good enough to earn all three, when it came down to it.

As he turned to show off his ass again, hoping to earn that 'riiiip' sound that came from some men when they finally broke through their underwear, he saw that Aspen was getting up. He didn't know what was happening at first, but he was grabbed from behind. He half-expected to be penetrated right then and there, but -

"Nnngh?" he grunted as something like an earbud was shoved into his left ear. Before he could ask what was happening, a visor was pressed to his face. No straps, nothing to hold it there but the hand on the other side, but -

Spirals.

Circles.

Swirls.

Aries's eyes went wide, his mouth slowly hanging open. His gaze was caught, pulled forward into those spinning circles, feeling a spiraling, stroking, happy sensation that was already running through his skull and over his body. He felt Ptolemy trying to pull forward, but something else was buzzing through his ear. Numbers, ones and zeroes, with words mixed between them, and Ptolemy was stopped in his tracks. It felt like some kind of mental paralysis, something that dragged him down...down...down.

He could hear Gemini in the background, could hear the shy one gasping in shock and pleasure, forced pleasure, things that Gemini didn't know how to deal with, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing that he wanted to do. Nothing but...

Happy...

Horny...

Obedience...

They stood there, staring straight ahead as the thump, thump, thump of the wolfdog's heavy steps continued to circle them. There was a realization that they were in danger, but it was secondary, possibly even tertiary compared to the good things running through them. Sight, sound, touch - the illusion of touch, but still touch as they were rubbed, teased, stroked through sight and sound. They were given the feeling of pleasure, bliss, warmth, everything sexual between their legs throbbing and dripping with abandon, giving them the sensation that was soon all that they needed.

A touch to the shoulder brought them to their knees. One voice, one quiet voice tried to ask what was going on, what was happening, but even it was shaken with the lust, taken by the urges that filled their body. They could not see, but could only feel. They could hear the numbers, the words, but there was something else, a muttered voice.

"Let's see how flexible this thing is..."

They felt pressure against their ear. Not their head, not their face, but their ear. Something hot and hard pressed against the empty ear, the one not filled with a bud, and it was dripping. Hard, wet, dripping - cock. That was what it was. Cock against their ear, cock that was slowly sliding forward.

Rubber bent, rubber stretched, and it shaped itself to the head of that shaft. They felt it sliding, felt it going further. The dripping, dropping, musky, salty, thin fluid went deeper, preceding the shaft, and it was doing things to them. As the spiral visuals dragged them deeper, as the binary numbers held back the one that would puzzle through, the dripping fluids started to affect those that were left.

Rubber mind, empty mind.

Rubber mind, empty mind.

Every drop of pre-cum seemed to add to that heat burning through them, reminding them what they were. Rubber fox, rubber toy, rubber thing. They were not a person. They were too shattered, too distracted, too empty to be a person. They were a thing. A happy thing. A thing to be used.

The feeling of that shaft running through their ear battered down the thoughts that tried to come up. Ptolemy logic, Aries confidence, Blake face, Gemini feelings, all pushed down and smothered. Nothing stood against it, and one embraced it.

Finally, that first thrust broke all the way through, grinding into what was their mind. It was a strange sensation, something that they didn't know how to tolerate, how to move through, how to take and keep going. It felt like it was fucking something into their brain, something that they could never entirely wash out.

"Ah...ah..."

They moaned ever so softly as that shaft ground against their mind, leaving that pre-cum behind, leaving them feeling smeared with sex inside and out. Sex, purpose, obedience.

Rubber mind, empty mind.

Rubber mind, empty mind.

The shaft started pulling back down their ear canal, slowly leaving them, only to push back in. They gasped once more, their tongue hanging out, their eyes closing to slits, but still seeing what was on the visor.

Rubber mind, empty mind.

Rubber mind, empty mind.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. Each time the big cock slid into their ear, it was nothing less than a violation, and the smearing pre-seed inside their skull was nothing less than utter devastation to their thoughts and dignity. Yet, it worked, filling them with a different need, a different sensation, a different lust.

No need to think of dignity. No need to believe they needed to be more. No need to do anything but what they were commanded. Live and enjoy. Live and obey. Live and serve.

Each thrust burst through another wall, and the pre-cum left behind became a sort of glue. Not between them to one another, but between them and the one that embraced the treatment that they were getting. One thrust, one squirt. One squirt, one connection. One connection, one submission.

Bit by bit, they were drawn under the one that never spoke, the one that only felt. They were connected to it, dragged deeper into it.

Rubber mind, empty mind.

Rubber mind, empty mind.

The words kept coming, and soon, they were all repeating it every time that they heard it. Rubber mind, empty mind, rubber mind, empty mind. Slow teasing touches, slow ear thrusts that filled their mind with naughtiness, with nastiness, with submission and utter joy from it. The soft glorps and squelches as that shaft passed through their ear canal blurred their memories, obliterated their thoughts, and gave them more and more of what they really needed. Submission, focus, and most of all, a direction.

A Master.

An Owner.

And so they fell, drifting further, further, further away, until they were so far in trance that all they could do was drool as they were skull fucked. Their ear never ached, but felt stretched, their mind washed out with perversion. Every squirt seemed to fill them with more needs for greater debauchery, for more control, for more dominance over them, and there was no denying the utter lust and need for it.

Finally, the wolfdog came in them, and their dark place filled with white. They were drowning in white, in seed, in the mess and slime that came from their Owner's pleasure, and that was permission for them to go over the edge as well. They came, alright, came and squirted and flooded the floor with all the evidence of their utter devotion to that submission. They were...they were...

They were in ecstasy, and there was no better way to describe it.

The End

Summary: Blake and the others realize that something is wrong, and try to discover what it is. Sadly, they find out that they're more bound to the casino than they realized.

Tags: M/H, H/solo, Flirting, Wolf, Wolfdog, Rubber, Rubber Fox, Fox, Series, Groping, Grinding, Ear Fuck, Aural Fuck, Aural Sex, Hypnosis, Conditioning, Control, Mind Control, Orgasm, Cum, Slavery, Ownership, Drone,