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A New Rubber You

Part 2

For Sanmer

By Draconicon

Moby Lick didn't get a lot of invitations to hang out with people, so the ones that he did get, he tried to respond to as quickly as he could. The fact that Streex, one of the few people that he knew relatively well, wanted to hang out meant a lot to the orca, and if the call hadn't come in late at night, he might have just zipped over that evening rather than waiting until the next day. As it stood, he was still antsy as he waited around his place for the right time to leave, wanting to go as soon as possible.

When noon hit, he hopped on his motorcycle and made the trip across the city. He did his best to hide the worst of his eagerness, but it still showed in the number of shortcuts and stupid tricks that he pulled to get around traffic. More than one middle finger was flipped his way as he hopped over cars and rode along the top of trucks.

Eventually, he found Streex's apartment. It took one knock to get the door open, mostly because that one knock was more of a punch and sent it flying off its hinges. He blinked, staring at the hole that he'd left in the wall, then blushed as he stepped through. Wiggling the door back into position, he tapped his fist against the corners until it seemed fitted again, and then turned around.

Surprisingly, Streex hadn't come running out as soon as the door came down. He was used to the Street Sharks having good reflexes, responding to danger as soon as it showed its head. He cocked his head to the side, running his hand along the wall and knocking as he went.

"Uh, Streex? You here?"

"Yeah...mmmph..."

The sound was...definitely not what he expected from the aggressive shark. Yeah, he knew that guys had their fun - and he sure as hell had his own - but he didn't do that in front of people. At least, not anymore. He blushed, giving the other man a little time to start putting something on while he stood in the hallway.

Bet he just, uh, lost track of time...yeah, that's it. Just lost track of time.

He put that out of his head, focusing more on the fact that he had been invited to spend some time with an old friend. That was the big thing, the main thing worth focusing on. Streex had said that he'd found something that he wanted to show off, then wanted to hang out. That was all.

There was nothing weird about this. Moby told himself that, and he stuck to it.

After giving the tiger shark almost a minute to get himself dressed, Moby walked the rest of the way into the apartment. He turned, walked down to the bedroom door, pushed it open -

And there was Streex, laying on his back, arching his hips upwards to fuck his fingers. The shark's twin dicks were throbbing hard, but there was something different about them, something that Moby noticed even as he stood there in complete and utter shock. The two cocks shined, he realized, almost as if they had been polished by something. His eyes went wide as he stared at them -

"Nnnngh!"

And then Streex arched his back again, thrusting against his hand, cumming hard. The sudden stream of seed flying through the air hit the wall behind the tiger shark, and the white lines started running down the wall. Moby just stared at the display, not sure what to say, not sure what to do as his friend just laid there, panting hard.

Then, and only then, did Streex seem to notice him.

"Heh, there you are. What took you so long?" the tiger shark asked, rolling his legs to the side and getting out of bed. "I thought you'd be here a lot sooner than that. I got bored."

"Bored enough to give me a show?"

"Looks like you liked it, heh."

The shark wasn't wrong. His cock was starting to twitch in his pants just from looking at the other guy naked. It wasn't the first time that he'd seen it like this, but there was something different this time, something...oddly enticing, but slightly disturbing, as well.

"Well...I can't say that I didn't."

"Come on, show a little more enthusiasm."

"Enthusiasm?"

"Come on, you didn't think I asked you over just because..." Streex blinked. "What did I call you over for, anyway?"

Something wasn't right, and he wasn't sure just what it was. Something had changed with the shark, and he needed to figure it out...or...well, he could figure it out in a bit, after he -

No, no, they could have fun later. Figure this out now.

"Um...you said you found something?" he said, hoping to jog the other male's memory..

"Oh, right, I called you about that."

"Yeah."

He really wished that the shark would put some clothes on. There was something entirely awkward about one of them being dressed and the other one not being clothed. It made him want to either slide out of his own or shove Streex into some pants, at least, just so that they weren't so different.

Not that it was difficult to look at his friend, admittedly. The shark had some great muscles to show off, and the old scars were kinda cool looking on him. He imagined that it would be fun to be...

Yeah, no, he wasn't going to let his imagination go there. This wasn't something that was usual for Streex, and this might be something a bit off. He needed to keep his head on straight.

The shark turned to his nightstand, and he pulled out a few pills. They were small, little more than the size of painkillers over the counter, but they weren't anything that he had seen before. Considering that Moby had seen a fair few campers out in the forest drugging themselves up in the past, he knew what the current street drugs were, and these didn't match the description of any of them.

"What're those?" he asked.

"I got these at the skate park a couple days ago. They..." Streex chuckled. "They turned me into rubber. Latex."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. They're completely real."

"That's impossible."

"We used to be humans, Moby. Things being impossible is kinda passé these days."

That much was true, he supposed. The orca took one of the pills, turning it around in his palm, looking it over. It didn't look like anything supernatural, nothing like the gene slamming that they'd both gone through, but he supposed that there were possibilities with this thing. He handed it back, shaking his head.

"Does it work?"

"Heh, look at me."

The shark spread his arms, and as Moby looked closer, he could see that there was more of a shine to the other guy's skin than usual. Sharks and orcas tended to be particularly smooth to begin with, so it wasn't quite as obvious as it might have been, but there was definitely something different to it. He reached out to the tiger shark's arm, running his hand one way, and then the other.

Normally, the other way would have ripped his fingers apart, or at least felt like rubbing sandpaper. This time, it was smooth as could be.

Moby gasped, and Streex chuckled.

"Weird, right?"

"That's really, really weird."

"Yeah. And it doesn't stop there."

"...What do you mean?"

"I mean that it doesn't hurt if I fall or get punched. It doesn't do anything but make a dent that pops back out a few seconds later. It's like I've become invincible. And then...then there's the fun stuff."

"...Fun?"

"I mean, the sexy stuff. You know." The shark smirked. "My body's all rubber now. That means I'm all kinds of stretchy, and I can do other things, too. Even follow some really fun orders."

"I don't get it."

"...Moby..." Streex sighed. "Alright, let me show you."

The shark held his arms forward, and then then pressed them together. Before the orca's eyes, his wrists suddenly bulged out, almost like they were growing with muscle and something...something else. They took on the appearance of shackles, like they had been chained up, and the goo started running out from the bands, attaching to each other. They pulled the shark's arms together again, holding them tight.

"Try and separate them."

Much as he tried, Moby couldn't pull the arms apart. They were locked together, completely stuck, and there was no getting them to split again. His eyes widened yet further, and he wondered how the hell that worked. He was a very, very strong orca, after all, and to have mere rubber resist his strength like that...

Yet, at the same time...

"You can make stuff like that for...what, everything?" he asked.

"Shackles, chains, all kinds of restraints..."

"...And you really want to do this..."

"With you."

Streex's smile was all that Moby needed to see to take it seriously. His cheeks burned, yes, but the chance of having a little fun with the Street Shark was well worth the sort of embarrassment that he had gone through so far.

"Uh, let's, um...try the wall."

"What are you thinking?" Streex asked.

"Start with chaining your arms to the wall."

"Easy."

The shark walked over to the wall, pressing his wrists against them as the rubber chains disappeared. They started to melt against the wall proper, then spread upwards, forming things that were a bit like mittens, in a way. They covered the shark's hands completely, getting rid of any ability to use his fingers. By the time it stopped spreading, it was almost like the goo had turned Streex's hands into a pair of balls.

The shark looked over his shoulder with a grin, almost a challenging smirk, as if he was offering Moby the chance to do whatever he could think of. The orca blushed, but he took that challenge.

He continued coming up with different bits of bondage gear for the other male, and with every piece he thought of, Streex made it appear. Moby thought of leg spreaders, both for the knees and the ankles, and no sooner had he said it than long, firm bits of that latex rubber started spreading out from the named body parts. He stared as the black bar slowly pushed out from Streex's ankles, moving through open air to the other side, dripping for a while until they made contact.

When he touched it, he found that it was as strong as the shackles and chains had been, as unbreakable despite its smaller size. It was impossibly smooth, too, a reminder that it was made of some sort of hardened goo rather than actual metal.

He reached further up, pulling on the rod that forced the shark's knees apart, too. It was just as strong, and just like the spreader bar at the ankles, it seemed to come right out of Streex's body, as if it had grown from him. He pulled on it a bit, just making sure that it didn't hurt the shark, but it didn't. If anything, pulling on it seemed to turn him on.

Standing up again, Moby suggested some binders for the face, gags, blindfolds. They appeared even as he said it, the shark's skin bubbling slightly as the new pieces rose out of his face. The blindfold appeared as a sort of visor, black and thick, rolling down from the shark's forehead over his eyes. It bubbled the whole time, going from liquid to solid in the process, and by the time that it was completely in place, there was no way that Streex was seeing through it.

As for the gag, the shark opened his mouth, showing off as the bubbles of black ran down from his teeth, forming a ball between his teeth that thickened as it grew bigger and more solid. He watched as the teeth sunk into it, helplessly trapping them.

This is insane...

And yet, for all that it was insane, it was also hot. Very hot.

Moby groped himself beneath his pants, unable to believe what he was getting to be a part of. Streex had gotten all this just by taking a few pills. Invulnerability, a customizable body, a chance to be so much better than he was...

There had to be a downside, but the orca couldn't see it.

He reached down, rubbing the shark's ass. Despite how awkward it had been to walk in on Streex while he was having his fun, there was no denying that he would have loved to have had his fun with those dicks, or with that ass. Now that it was all rubber, he imagined that could take him a lot better than it could before.

He groped the shark's cheeks, savoring the feeling of the softness, their giving nature, the way that they were already pushing in, denting at the simple touch of his fingers. The latex maintained their strength, but god, they were sexier now.

He spread them, rubbing his thumbs along the pucker. Even then, he could feel the difference between this and a living hole. There was something stretchier about it, something that was more interested in giving in than holding out. He could slide right into this thing, if he tried, but...

But he wanted to tease the shark first.

As he knelt down, admiring that soft pucker, seeing how it stretched for him just from the pressure of his fingers, he caught sight of something else. There was something further down, just barely hidden among the shiny flesh near the shark's balls. There was a white mark down there, something that looked almost...familiar. Nothing that he could pinpoint particularly, but there was no way that Streex would have seen the mark with where it was.

He reached out, stroking his finger along it, and the shark immediately moaned into his gag, gasping through it as if he was getting the blowjob to end all blowjobs rather than just a bit of pressure to his taint.

"What the..."

Moby shook his head. Something was wrong. He didn't know what it was, or why it was wrong, but there was something wrong about that mark on his friend's taint. He started to get up -

CRACK CRACK!

Whip-like tendrils came flying out of the shark's ass, the cheeks seeming to spawn them from nowhere. Moby yelped, trying to pull back, but they yanked him forward, burying his face between the shark's ass cheeks. More and more of them started to appear, wrapping around his head like ropes, bands, dragging him right between the cheeks and gluing his lips to the shark's ass hole.

Some pressure on his jaws forced his tongue out, too, and the black ooze started to wrap around him more thoroughly, dragging his tongue out and pushing into his mouth. It gagged him, forced him to stay quiet, all while his tongue was thrust forward.

There was no flesh taste, but rather a rubbery one, like he was licking a condom or a rubber ball. His tongue slipped past the slight resistance that Streex's pucker put up, thrusting inside as it was guided in by the tendrils.

All the while, he could feel the black ooze running down his body, coating him from head to shoulders, then shoulders to arms. Wherever it went, it was as good as the bondage that he had put around the shark, pinning his arms down so that he couldn't actually move them, keeping his head in place, shrouding him so that he couldn't see or hear.

All he could do was lick.

The orca found that he couldn't stop, the tendrils pulling his tongue along, forcing him to tongue-fuck the shark in front of him. He groaned as he did it, forcing his tongue back and forth, in and out of that pucker, and he could taste that the rubber went everywhere. It had replaced the inner walls of the other male, keeping all the dirty bits that others might have from even existing. It was completely clean in there.

He kept licking, dragging his tongue in and out, forcing that hole open, all while the rubber and latex ran down his back and belly. Everywhere it went, it was followed by strange, grasping touches, something that made him feel like he was being admired by old fans, by new fans, by groupies that the Sharks had always had, but he never did. He panted as his cock started rising, getting stiffer and harder the more that he thought about it, the further that the latex went.

Soon, it bound him from head to toe, and there was no getting away from it. He grunted into the goo, trying to get away from it, trying to break free of the ass he was pinned to -

Pop.

His tongue came free and he fell over, but the black strands didn't stop. They covered his face, blinding him, holding his mouth open. The orca tried to kick, hoping to get the shark's attention, but instead, the black bands wrapped around him all the more firmly, pulling him into a bent-over position, like the fetal position, except that he was laying down on his side and there was no rolling out of it.

He was stuck there, even as the black ooze ran down over his ass, and then -

"Nnnngh...mmmph..."

He could grunt, but even the sound was muffled as he felt the ooze running into his pucker, filling him up from behind. His cheeks were forced to spread, somehow, the ooze having the grip of a pair of hands as they dragged his ass cheeks open. He could feel the blackness pressing into him, forcing his asshole to spread, to open, to stretch. It was...

Surprisingly pleasant.

He shivered as his cock got all the harder at the feeling of his hole stretching open, his toes curling as he felt that pressure going further into him, further and further by the second. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, unable to see through the latex that covered them. He was helpless, completely helpless...

And he was getting off on it. He had never been harder than he was right at that moment, and his cock throbbed, drooled until it was covered at the tip by the black ooze.

Even then, he kept throbbing, it was just no longer able to drip and leak. He could thrust, slightly, but that was all. His rubber-coated cock bobbed up and down as he was restrained, begging for attention that it could not get with the shark tied up and him pinned to the floor. All he could do was...was...

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

The rubber was rippling up and down his cock, almost feeling like a fleshlight that bobbed up and down his dick. It was teasing him, rubbing him, stroking him, milking him with the motions that it made, and he was panting for more. His head rolled back as much as the latex would allow, the muscular orca trying and failing to thrust up to get more of the stimulation. His balls were coated, too, and the black ooze continued down his legs.

Something - he wasn't sure what - was tossed into his mouth. He felt it passing through the gag, felt it touch his tongue and go down his throat. Whatever it was, it hit his stomach in short order, and there was nothing he could do.

As he panted on his side, he could hear the shark moaning. Whatever was happening to Streex, he was having a damn good time with it. Maybe he felt like they were still linked together, like Moby's tongue was still getting shoved up his ass. Or maybe there was something else going on. Moby didn't know; he wasn't smart enough for that sort of thing.

All he knew was that he was getting teased worse than he had ever been teased before. His eyes rolled back as he felt like his cock was getting sucked, milked, stroked, and ridden all at the same time, the teasing pleasure on his cock edging him further and further towards a climax that felt too far away. More, more, more pressure on his dick, followed by greater pressure in his ass, and -

"Nnngh..."

Something was happening. He was...he was losing something. Something...something rolled him onto his stomach, some tentacle, some tendril. And...and it was coming from him, not from the shell that surrounded him.

The pills...

Moby realized what had happened too late. He had been fed the pills that Streex had shown him, the same ones that had given the shark his new powers. There was no getting away from it now, no way for him to try and get away without being affected. He'd been fed the pills, and now, now he was turning into some sort of latex -

"Ah...ah...ah!"

He had imagined what Streex had been going through, but now, it was feeding right back to him. His eyes bugged out of their sockets beneath the latex as his asshole suddenly felt full, not from the throbbing pressure of the latex shell, but with something that felt like a tongue. Something that felt like...like his tongue.

He'd experimented before, of course, but that had always been more of a thing that was more like a mild lick back there, never more than that. It was hard to get the angle right, after all.

But this...this was like having a clone of himself pressing against his ass, holding him down, tongue-fucking him while using something else to keep jerking him off. His hole felt like it was spreading wide, like it was actually being filled. The imitation was incredible, and he could feel his load rising, begging to be released.

Nnnngh...ah...ah...

He moaned through the gag in his mouth, his hips twitching, his cock throbbing harder than he ever remembered it doing before. It throbbed, it twitched, and his balls felt like they were rising up, about to make him blow his load. The only thing stopping him was the rubber, the latex, the pressure that it pushed at the base of his cock to hold him back.

More than once, he felt like he was going to go over the edge, and then the latex tightened, pulling him back, dragging him back down once more. Moby arched his back against the floor, trying in vain to thrust against something that wasn't there, even as his asshole felt like it was being opened by something wide, something flexible, something slick that was pushing in deeper than it should.

What would it be -

He tried to stop the stupid question before it could go there, but it was too late. He started thinking about the double-dicks of the Street Sharks, and suddenly, they were present. He felt his hole getting spread by two dicks at once, his rubbery hole spreading wide, each thrust hitting his prostate hard. His cock jerked, twitched, pulsed, danced against his belly as he was fucked by the phantom of his own thoughts.

In, out, in, out those double-dicks went, and he swore that he could feel his hole getting molded, remade for the shape of the shark cocks. He moaned into his gag, hearing Streex doing the same.

The blindfold shifted a bit, just a bit, and he was able to see for a split second. Moby stared as he saw his friend's asshole opening and closing, almost like he was still getting fucked. The sight of it, of seeing what the rubber did without actually shoving in, and knowing that it could and would do the same things to him, was finally enough to set him off, to push him over the edge.

He came, and as he came, the blindfold came back down, submerging him in darkness, and taking him deep down into the pleasurable abyss...

Moby opened his eyes again much, much, much later, and remembered almost nothing of the night before. He remembered cumming - that part he remembered quite well - but everything else that led up to it and away from it was a bit hazy. Almost like he had been too busy, too into it, for him to remember much more.

The orca sat up in bed, rubbing his forehead as he tried to sort through everything in the back of his head, but the memories were unclear, at best. He remembered...

He remembered getting on top of Streex and fucking his ass good and hard. He remembered burying his dick in the shark, holding himself hilted for a while as the blue tiger shark panted for breath, as the muscular man struggled to take his big dick. They'd shared a bit of fun, frotting for a while with his cock between the shark's pair. They talked about...about something...

"Nnngh..."

Moby turned, looking down at the tiger shark beside him. Streex slowly pulled himself upright, shaking his head.

"You went hard last night."

"Too hard?"

"Nah. I'm rubber now, remember? I can take it."

"Latex," Moby corrected.

"Same difference."

"Well, bit different."

"You really going to argue this right now instead of having some more fun?"

Moby chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head as he felt the temptation. His cock was definitely hard enough for some more fun despite how hard they had gone at it the night before, and it wasn't like he got that many opportunities. He could take a bit more time for that, he supposed.

As he started to roll over, though, Streex stopped him. The shark pointed to the night stand.

"The pills are gone. Did you take them?"

The orca blinked, looking at the empty top. He remembered giving them back the day before, but...

There was something. A memory late at night, when they were still in the grips of some seriously frenzied sex. He'd reached out for something...was it the pills? Had he taken them?

He looked down at his cock. When Streex had demonstrated the day before, he had done something with his wrists, making them bulge and then grow, but what if Moby did that with something else? He thought at his cock, imagining it growing bigger, wider, a bit more of a showpiece of anatomy.

And before his eyes, it grew. He stared at it, watching as his body altered according to his thoughts, his dick growing longer, wider at the base, the whole thing looking like something huge out of an exotic porno. Streex gasped, and, to be honest, so did he.

"Wow..."

"I didn't know you could do that," Streex muttered.

"Yeah, well, neither did I. Looks like I did take the pills."

"Dude. That's awesome."

"Heh."

"Think you can fit that up my ass?"

"I think we're going to try."

The pair of them laughed, with the orca rolling on top of the shark, pushing his legs back, and taking aim. Neither of them noticed that there was a white mark on the orca just between his legs, as well.

The white-furred fox knew that he would be getting another member of the gene slammed under him before long. That was just how this sort of thing went; once one of them got an 'advantage', they'd either share it out with all their allies so that they were good and strong, or they started to hoard it, and other people would want to steal it. Either way, he knew that whatever Streex had would hit someone else soon enough. It was just a matter of time, and a matter of lust.

However, having Moby Lick as one of them definitely opened up a few options.

That tongue will be even more flexible with the latex infusions that he has, now...not to mention how much stronger he's going to be. If I have to take this into something a bit more nonconsensual, he'll be a great asset...

Getting more of the Street Sharks 'infected' with his product was going to be a bit more difficult. Despite having one official one and one of their friends under his thumb, it was going to take more than that to break into the rest of the gang. They were too close knit, and some of them were far too suspicious for their own good.

And for his good, he supposed.

The fox leaned back, allowing one of his latex toys from the skate park to continue working on his cock as he watched the feeds that had been recorded from Streex's apartment. It didn't take long to find the fun stuff from the night before, where the latex safeguards had kicked in just when Moby was about to point out something dangerous.

The fox chuckled, leaning back and pulling his rubber toy along with him, watching the show on his phone. He held the phone with one hand, the rubber boy with his other, bouncing the slut's face up and down his cock to the tempo of the latex pulses taking over the orca.

"A good design, if I say so myself. Could be improved, though; someone a little faster might have been able to slip out of that, and someone smarter might have been able to save their mouth..."

It was a good design flaw to note, however, and particularly as he imagined how it would go to apply greater safeguards to the different forms. They were going to be useful in the future, but only if he could get the transformation to happen to more of the original gene slammed.

That was the hard part. They were a reclusive bunch these days, less likely to actually spend time together, less likely to actually want to. They were no longer needed by the public to the same degree, and he knew that some of them were starting to fall into a depression, feeling like they were useless.

Then again, that might be just what he needed to actually get them to show themselves. A few clinical trials, specifically for the gene-slammed, stating that the drugs were of vast importance, but needed someone that could tolerate the potential side effects.

Yes, that would be very good...

The latex boy between his legs continued to suck eagerly, bouncing up and down, sucking, flicking his tongue around the fox's cock. Every so often, he started to swallow, to pull more down his throat, but the fox didn't need that just yet. He wanted to enjoy the blowjob, not just be made to cum.

So, he pressed against a little spot on the back of the rubber mouse's neck. The rubber boy stopped, going back to simply sucking.

"Good boy...obedient boy..."

That was the latest model he was testing. Not just body control, but something that worked on the mind. Not completely overwriting it, but changing certain priorities, certain needs. It wouldn't take long to get the good boys to be very good boys, not when he perfected it properly...

The End

Summary: Moby Lick decides to pay a visit to Streex after getting an invitation to spend the night, and the result is pretty damn debauched.

Tags: M/M, latex, rubber, conversion, transformation, bondage, anal, milking, masturbation, edging, teasing, shark, orca, rule 34, moby lick, streex, street sharks, orgasm, cum, fox, blowjob, rimming,