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"You gonna sign up for that pervert stuff? Dr. Scuttail talked about it in the class the other day. Did you forget or what?"

"Uh, yeah," said Astrid. "I'm actually on it right now. And it isn't 'pervert stuff.' It's the annual kink exhibition."

"Whatever," said Meg as she marched into the room with aplomb. "So you signing up for it?" She smirked and leaned in till her black, olive-shaped nose hovered an inch away from Astrid's laptop screen. "Oh, holy shit, this is so hot!"

Sharp pinpricks of heat tickled Astrid's cheeks. "Hey, shut up! It's a kink exhibition, of course it's gonna have some freaky shit."

"But you got all this stuff here. Bondage, electrostimulation, ... watersports? What the fuck, Astrid? Is that what I think it is?"

"It doesn't matter," said the rabbit, fingering and playing with one of her drooping ears. "Look." She scrolled down the page, ear still clutched in her other paw--it looked like every single category had been grayed out. "Ugh. It's all taken."

"Wait, wait." Meg narrowed her eyes and put her hand over Astrid's to control the mouse. "These aren't grayed out, right?"

Astrid's auburn eyebrow shot up in surprise. "I'll be damned; you're right."

"So. Looks like you got some free slots in Vibrator_and _Vacbed. That sounds pretty hot, even if I don't know what the fuck a vacbed is."

"Oh, I think I know what that is." Astrid swiveled her chair and tucked her legs underneath. "So, last year, the guys from the engineering faculty demoed one. It's like this rubber bed that you get into and the air's sucked out."

"Oh, neat, so like a gimp suit but it's a bed?"

The rabbit chuckled coyly. "Meg, you sure know a lot more about this stuff than you let on."

"Hey, shut it," said Meg, her tongue poking lightly into her cheek. "Everyone knows what a gimp suit is, silly."

"Whatever you say, Meg." Astrid used her curled toes to turn back to the laptop. "All right, I need to select this stuff before someone else takes it." As soon as the brown-and-white rabbit clicked _OK,_a screen popped up.

Meg collapsed into the living room bean bag. "Oh, ugh. Did someone beat you to it?"

"Nope--says here that I've reserved my own exhibit, but that the Vibrator category has a bunch of options." Astrid's nose twitched. "So get this; it says the options are in alphabetical order, and that the first option is chosen by default. Would I like to review the options and change it if need be?"

"Oh, hell yes!" chirped Meg, pouncing Meg's laptop. "Lemme see what kinda kinky shit you've gotten yourself into!"

However, as luck would have it, right as Astrid clicked off the prompt to see what awaited her tomorrow afternoon, her laptop battery decided to conk out. "Oh, for fuck's sake!"

"Guess you're gonna have to find out tomorrow for yourself." Meg lifted one of Astrid's ears and spoke into it with a whisper. "Toldja to get a new battery for your laptop."

"Shup."

---

A sizeable crowd had gathered inside the foyer of the museum where they strolled around, some looking at their phones with an impatient scowl, others thumbing through the exhibition's brochure.

Astrid cleared her throat and padded brusquely through the automatic glass doors. She hoped her floppy ears would hide enough of her face to spare her some awkward questions come Monday morning.

"You're right on time," said the gravelly-voiced rat in a croak a little too loud for Astrid's liking when he caught sight of the flustered rabbit pattering in and heading towards the Exhibit Performer entrance, her cottony scut tail bouncing up and down behind her, her bell-bottom black pants sweeping the shiny linoleum beneath her feet.

She stopped dead in her tracks. With her ears still covering most of her face, she narrowed her eyes and twitched her nose. "I'm sorry? Do you know me?" Her six toes peeped out from under her flared jeans. White countershading reflected off the floor.

"Ashtrid, yeah?" He squinted, trying to see past her ears. "You're the last person to sign up for the sexual fetishes exhibition. Your profile picture on the email was your face."

"Oh." Astrid smiled and exhaled. "Yeah, that was me. It's Astrid, though, not Ashtrid. I wanted to ask--"

"No time for that," he said, grabbing Astrid by the wrist. "We gotta get you outta these clothes."

As the rodent led Astrid through the performer entrance, a spectator, a bespectacled dog, pointed at her. "Wasn't that Astrid?" he said just as she disappeared behind the red door.

"Sure looked like it. I don't know anyone else that wears bell-bottom jeans anymore," said the wolf standing next to him.

---

In nothing but her orange panties and bra, Astrid stared up at the exhibit that would be her home for however long she had to stay at the museum. The large repurposed aquarium in front of her housed the vacbed: two black, glossy sheets of latex spanned by a frame and open at the top. Above the vacbed was a metal platform that served as the top landing of a fire escape-style set of stairs. At the bottom of the vacbed, facing the rat and the rabbit, were two drooping and wrinkled tubes of latex. The whole contraption stood on four wheels, wheels with small rubber tires, tires that seemed to fill with air like those on a car. "Must be real heavy," she thought. One of her feet rested on top of the other with the toes curled.

"Beauty, ain't it?" asked Francis the rat. "It's got double-glazed glass on the sides and the top. Heavy as a Jumbo Jet."

Astrid scratched at her jaw, wondering if Francis was a mind reader. "Yeah, I suppose. So, erm, do I have to get in the vacbed with my underwear, or do I have to ..."

A dry chuckle escaped Francis' maw. "As the exhibition's rigger, I've seen a lot of naked bodies, so there's no need to be shy or embarrassed." He turned to face Astrid. Francis eyed her from head to white tummy and chest to long toes and, when he reached the thin white strips on the edges of her feet, wagged his tail. "Besides, the rubber'll help dampen the feelings. I'll put 'em where the rest of your clothes are."

"All right. All right, that makes sense." Astrid stuck her tongue out; unhooking her bra clasp never was easy. "Kind of nippy in here, right?" she asked, her erect nipples cradled in one arm--as cold as it was in the prep room, with the air conditioner running full tilt, it wasn't the only cause of the sudden rush of blood.

"Once you go into the vacbed, it'll be nice and toasty," said Francis, plucking Astrid's brassière out of her white palm.

Astrid, teeth gritted, in an effort to spare herself the awkwardness of undressing in front of a perfect stranger, yanked her panties down. Of course, when Francis kneeled to recover her orange underwear, she became horribly attuned to the fact that though she barely spent a second undressing in front of the rigger, her pussy was completely out in the open. She didn't need his crooked smile to tell her that; the way the cold nipped at her pussy lips was enough.

Francis stood back and nodded approvingly. "All right, Ashtrid, all you gotta do now is scamper up that ladder and jump into the bed. Once you're in, it should mold itself to your proportions. Your face will stick out so you can breathe. The vacuum pump also injects oxygen into the enclosure, so you'll be all right. At the bottom you got a couple places you stick your feet in. It'll make it a lot more comfortable, 'cause you're a rabbit and you got big paws."

Astrid gripped her hands together. "Climb up, right?"

"Yep. You got this. After you're in, I'll start up the vacuum pump." Fracis motioned towards the gargantuan exhibit with a black claw. "Go for it."

The rabbit reached the start of the staircase, and, as soon as she put her white sole on the first step, her cunny began to tingle--the friction from those few steps and the cold had conspired to coax her clit out of its hood. She gasped and clamped her knees together.

"Ashtrid, the show starts in ten minutes. I gotta wheel you out there, so please hurry."

"All right. Sorry." Astrid ignored the throb in her pussy and plodded up the metal steps. With her paw wrapped around the banister at the top, she called out to Francis. "What do I do now? Do I, like, just jump?"

Francis nodded, shielding his eyes from the room's sole light fixture to get a better view of Astrid's perky tits. "Go nuts. Jump in. It's open. The latex is all bouncy and it'll slow you down as you fall. When you reach the bottom, it'll snap shut at the top and around your face."

Astrid, with her toes curled around the edge of the platform, looked down. "Well, it isn't that far," she thought, wringing her hands. She took a long deep breath. No final exam if she did this. That was important, and that was all it took--the rabbit threw all caution to the wind. She spread her legs, ignoring the frigid air that caressed her nub, and jumped.

SWOOSH!

In a matter of a few seconds, the vacbed's squeaky latex interior had managed to break her fall. She was trapped. The top opening of the vacbed had vanished, sealing shut. Astrid was sandwiched between the two layers of latex, her arms spread and perpendicular to her torso, both her ears parallel to her arms. Her legs, too, were spread, but at a forty-five-degree angle, and the glossy exterior made her cameltoe painfully obvious. "OK. OK," she said through the face hole, adjusting to the mildly suffocating but surprisingly pleasant feel of latex all around her; her cute tail had its own globe-shaped, stretchy compartment, too. But there was one problem. "What do I do with my feet? Kinda uncomfortable here," she said, her toes wiggling around under the latex like worms burrowing through dirt.

"Poke 'em through the two tubes you see. Those are actually gloves for your feet; got 'em made in rabbit size, just for you," said Francis, cupping his paws around his mouth.

Her pussy lips clenched visibly through the black sea that enveloped her as she struggled to find the tubes. "Ahh, yes. There they are," Astrid said. She squeezed her feet in, wiggling her toes all the while till her paws stuck out as much as they could. She could just see them from her vantage point--indeed, they were like gloves, tight latex gloves with three separators, each, for her toes. "All right, Francis. So I think I'm in."

"Excellent. This'll take no more than a second." Francis kneeled at the edge of the exhibit and pushed a button. "After this, I'm gonna lower the lid. Don't want the sound getting out and distracting all the patrons!"

A deafening hiss filled the room. As air was sucked out of the vacbed, Astrid became hyperaware of her throbbing nipples, of her pussy, of the latex pressing tighter and tighter into her clit. "Good grief," she thought. "A vibrator's gonna feel so fucking good on this." Astrid's eyes shot open. She still had to ask Francis what the hell it was she'd signed up for. "Francis!" she yelled. "My laptop died on me yesterday! What option did it assign me?"

Francis motioned to his round ears and wagged his finger left and right--he couldn't hear Astrid over the vacuum pump's rumbling. After the hundred-pound glass ceiling sealed shut, the faintest whirr could be heard, barely louder than Francis' whiskers twitching. "All set!" he mouthed to the frustrated rabbit.

"Oh, well. It's gotta be something good. What could be bad about vibrators?" she thought as the rat, displaying Herculean strength that belied his short stature, wheeled the entire contraption out of the prep room.

---

Five minutes before the start of the exhibition, spectators had been allowed to cross over into the artwork area. They gathered around distinct exhibits, whispering hushed, sibilant words of surprise, shock and amusement to each other--amusement because of the pine marten girl that was in stocks, her bare soles facing the crowd, a sign that said TICKLE ME! dangling above her. The surprise was caused by another cute female (a tanuki this time) strapped down to a Sybian. To her left were a couple of controllers that the spectators were free to toy with; she was at the mercy of the attendees, who would either reward her with pleasure or cruelly withhold climax.

And, of course, the shock came from one of the most outrageous items: Astrid. Helpless, defenseless Astrid, surrounded by fortified latex.

"Holy shit, that is Astrid, isn't it?" The wolf girl tugged on her boyfriend's shirt sleeve and pointed up at the shiny vacuum bed.

"Wow." The canine took his glasses off. "Jeez, Beth, you're right. I had no clue she was so kinky. Hot damn," he reached into his back pocket. "No one's going to believe us unless we have proof."

"We can't record stuff here; remember the sign out front?" she said glancing around nervously as Tristan opened his camera app.

"That's why you're gonna be my lookout. All right, 4K 60fps selected. Good thing I got that new huge-ass SD card."

Beth smiled. "Yeah, I guess that works." She cleared her throat inconspicuously and scanned the general area; Astrid and her latex-covered, curling toes came into focus on Tristan's screen.

"One minute to showtime," he said.

---

Astrid breathed greedily. Her new exterior amplified and accentuated every single twitch of her torso, every single throb of her nipples. With every breath, those in attendance could just make out the outline of her ribcage pressing against the stretchy material. All of it made her desperately aware of her sex, of her pussy and clit, pressing against the tight blackness.

People outside pointed at something as it rose a foot, then two feet.

CLICK!

Astrid gasped, one her footpaws curling up in surprise. Wide-eyed, she strained to look down and managed to make out what it was: a vibrator. A huge vibrator, pushed up by a current of air courtesy of the vacuum pump, had magnetically attached itself to her crotch.

"Relax, relax," she thought. "This is gonna be great. Fuck that final exam. Remember that. You're gonna have a great time here." Her innie navel made a cute dimple in the latex as she took deep breaths to calm herself.

Outside the glass enclosure, a display panel at the bottom counted down. Ten seconds remained.

"I can do this."

The pine marten smiled wide and curled her feet, trying to squirm away from a spectator who'd picked up a rather large goose feather.

Five seconds.

The Sybian's motor revved up, clutch ready to engage. A few seconds from now, the seat-cum-sex toy would send vibrations up to the captive tanuki's pussy, taint and clit.

Zero seconds.

Astrid's body shuddered. She bit her lip. The massager had activated and kneaded away at her lips and sweet spot. "Dampen the feelings my ass," she thought, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Her hips rocked back and forth as the heat in her loins built. Toned muscles pushed against the latex.

"This is damn hot," whispered Tristan to Beth as his phone scanned her from face to feet. "Bets on how long it'll take her to cum?"

The pleasant tickle progressed to a white-hot tingle deep in her groin. Astrid sighed in ecstasy as a crowd gathered around the double-glazed enclosure. The tips of her big toes twitched every now and then, and with each breath, the faint outline of a four-pack--all she could get no matter how much she worked out--bulged against her shiny black cocoon.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," she repeated as if it were a mantra, the growing heat about to boil over into sweet release.

"That didn't take too long," said Tristan, pointing at her feet on the cellphone screen. "She's gonna do it, Beth."

Beth chuckled. "Look at those little piggies, all curled up tight. The toes don't lie."

"Yours certainly don't," said Tristan, prompting her to playfully swat at his elbow.

Astrid's buzzing clitgasm ripped through her. A few people outside hooted and clapped as the rabbit groaned in insufferable ecstasy; though they couldn't hear her, her O-shaped mouth made it clear she was in the throes of violent climax. Astrid's open hands pushed so hard against the latex, the spectators could make out the girl's white countershading. She grunted in savage pleasure as her cameltoe quivered and pulsed against the thrumming vibrator.

"Holy fuck," she thought, opening her eyes and glancing down at her captive audience as the last pangs of orgasm abated. "Fuck, that was good. Hope nobody can see my face from down there."

But, as the vibrator pummeled away, unwanted notoriety became the least of her worries. The rabbit, her toes spreading and damn near tearing the latex around them, gritted her teeth. "No, no, no!" she yelled; her voice was, of course, completely drowned out by the vacuum pump's pistoning innards, and even without the pump, the two-layer glass would keep her cries imprisoned. Astrid's swollen pussy lips and clit begged for respite. "Stop, stop! STOP!" With a thin film of pussy juice right beneath the latex, the vibrator's whirring took on a sputtering tone, though it was every bit as diabolically intense.

The circuitry around Astrid's groin, embedded into the suit, housed not just the powerful magnet that kept the vibrator glued to her sensitive snatch, but also intelligent relays and piezoelectric components that would detect orgasm from her contractions and wetness.

As Astrid bucked in vain, the digital panel outside changed its reading:

ORGASMS: 1

VIBRATOR OPTIONS:

1) Forced orgasms, no breaks [X]

2) Forced orgasms, with breaks

3) Ruined orgasms

4) Teasing/orgasm denial

"Oh, dude!" Beth stared wide-eyed at the suffering lop-eared girl. "Should we call a curator or something? I know I can't stand one of those massagers after I've cum."

"Relax, Beth." Tristan zoomed in on the purring head of the vibrator. His 60fps refresh rate was just enough to capture the rippling surface of latex, Astrid's excruciatingly sensitive cherry right beneath. "I'm sure she knew what she was getting herself into. You gotta sign up on a website; she knows what she wants."

Much to the hapless rabbit's surprise, her stupefying, overwhelming and impromptu post-orgasmic torture session led to another stupefying, overwhelming and impromptu climax. The white-knuckle supersensitivity had subsided for a few seconds, and before Astrid could brace herself, another fierce orgasm overpowered her, and she gave a grunt laden with surprise pleasure.

"Oh, look at that," murmurred someone in the audience. "She's cumming again. Shit, that's so hot."

ORGASMS: 2

Astrid's back arched as if she wanted to break her own back--and she probably may have were it not for the straining latex. She grunted like an animal being mercilessly slaughtered with each rolling, crashing wave of release.

Her own pounding heart, drumming away in her floppy ears, masked the staticky noise of the vacuum pump. Astrid's body straightened out as she recovered from her second orgasm; of course, the second or two of respite was viciously cut short by the ever-present vibrator.

And this time, the harsh sensations proved unendurable. Astrid thrust her hips back and forth, back and forth, her fluffy tail puffing up under the sea of black, in an effort to knock the vibrator off.

"See?" asked Tristan. "Look at that ass going back and forth. She's riding that thing like there's no tomorrow. She fucking loves it."

Beth wrapped her arms around Tristan's neck. "Guess you're right. Maybe we could give it a try back home later?" she said, pressing her cheek against his and peering down at the phone screen.

Wincing, fidgeting and cute rabbit breaths led to an escalating moan--Astrid was going to cum a third time.

She fought it hard. She clenched her pussy muscles, knowing full well that when the back-arching pleasure subsided, teeth-gnashing, searing discomfort would follow. "No! I am NOT cumming again! FUCK this! Screw this exhibition!"

With her hands balled up into fists and her toes pointing, she tried to block out the energy stewing in her pussy. However, like a crack that starts at the top of a concrete dam and inexorably snakes down, Astrid couldn't do a damn thing about it.

It started out as a couple of pleasurable clit twitches. As good as they felt, the rabbit ignored them, but, right afterwards, everything down there pulsed as if it were alive; the metaphorical dam broke. Astrid, a prisoner of her own orgasm, defeated by the vibrator, howled in ecstasy. Her puffy lips clenched and squeezed against the relentless vibrations. Astrid's toes, again, wiggled and spread, not under control of Astrid but of the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through her nerves.

ORGASMS: 3

"YES! YES! YES! NO, GODDAMNIT, NO!" she yelled, orgasmic relish progressing to agonizing sensitivity.

"She's so vocal," said Tristan as he zoomed in on Astrid's face--a tear went down her puffy cheeks and, prevented from going into the vacbed thanks to an airtight gasket, slid down the shapely contour of the rabbit's body. "Too bad we can't hear her." Astrid opened her eyes for a split second, long enough for Tristan to record her brown irises disappearing into the back of her head. He followed the tear as it zigzagged down her breast. It came to rest on her nipple right as she lapsed into another explosive climax, and he caught a glimpse of her nipple pulsing against the latex, the tear quivering with each pleasurable throb.

ORGASMS: 4

---

Five hours after the pine marten had tapped out (someone had started using the goose feather between her toes--who does that?) and two hours after the tanuki was allowed to cum her guts out on the Sybian, Astrid's ordeal continued.

Only a few remained: a wolf who ejaculated every single time a violet wand zapped him; a squirrel who was a total pain slut and enjoyed getting the bare bottoms of her feet caned; and a hedgehog who grew rock-hard whenever someone toyed with his ass.

The majority of the patrons, though, huddled around Astrid's exhibit. By this point, the jerking, twisting rabbit didn't know whether to curve her back in satisfaction as each orgasm rolled around or cringe and wince when her poor clit, cowering beneath its hood, begged for relief: it was all the same, pleasure and pain melting into one sharp sensation.

The exhibition machinery would shut down by itself for those volunteers who didn't call out their safe word, or, like Astrid, didn't have an option option to. The website administrator team oversaw the machinery programming, a team that had a penchant for organizing everything alphabetically.

And Vibrator was the very last item of machinery listed.

ORGASMS: 64