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Navah sat once again alone in the corner of the club. He did this often when bored, simply soaking in the energetic atmosphere. Often, as he did, things would happen; a particularly handsome clubgoer catching his attention, him catching that of someone who liked the demure, brooding type, or stranger things yet.

Today, however, the club was almost dead. It was, certainly, seasonally appropriate - the big parties had all been held over the weekend, and the day itself was a mere Monday. Navah personally always saved a week of time off for this, his favourite time of the year. It served as a kind of replacement for the birthday the ageless jackal didn't celebrate, and that was how his friends treated it, too. At first, those celebrations had usually left the jackal as the odd one out, as no one knew when he'd come into existence. Lacking such a significant date, his friends had decided that one of the days after Halloween would serve the same purpose, indeed. A day not so much for growing older, but simply to mark the passing of time.

Of course, this year, that day was also a Monday. Oh, cruel fate! Even Navah could hardly complain about nobody being in a partying mood on such a dire day, and so there he sat, still, imagining himself transparent or perhaps simply a chameleon, his black fur blending in with the walls, and his clothing reflecting the lights in turn. He listened to it all; in a way it was soothing. The ambience of a club, however quiet - the bartender polishing glasses, some visitors chattering away, the music booming as always as the DJ enjoyed himself even if it was to few listeners and only a couple of dancers.

Navah thought of the bat he'd met a while back. They'd not encountered each other again after that, at least not yet. Perhaps the chiropteran had other pursuits, other interests. Maybe he liked having a cage around him, driving him crazy with need, or perhaps he'd simply decided to see a locksmith rather than submit to the jackal for the key. It was fun to imagine. He replayed the imagined conversation in his mind once again.

So, I fell and slipped on a chastity cage, the bat would've said, and the locksmith in turn replying only with an incredulous glance, his eyes threatening to leave their sockets entirely for how hard he was rolling them. Navah chuckled at the mental imagine.

Ah, they'd meet eventually. Any man could last a month without relief. Few could last two. Barely anyone could last forever, and the jackal had all the time in the world.

He wondered about his friends, too. They were probably all busy with work, of one kind or another. The hyena, the cat, the otter, and the kobold. Then again, it was also possible that they were planning something - their group of friends had played a few tricks on each other for their respective birthdays, hadn't they? Absorbed in that mental landscape of reminiscence, memories like waterfalls cascading in the verdant growth of his fantasies, he managed to miss the footsteps of three figures approaching him.

Three figures in long, flowing, dark robes. For the briefest of moments the jackal thought he'd fallen asleep.

"Greetings, master jackal," their evident leader spoke, in a soft feminine voice that was perfectly familiar to Navah.

"Yes yes! Much greeting! Big strong jackal!" the smallest of the three - who was obviously a kobold, as his blue scaled tail was peeking out from underneath his robes, continued.

It didn't take much thinking to figure who these three were. The display was very charming, though, Navah thought, especially as their robed leader knelt before him, quickly followed by the other two.

"We have come to offer tribute," she spoke, a well-rehearsed, hoarse and worshipful whisper that sounded far too convincing given that it was clearly a mere act.

"So we have," the third and previously quiet one purred, his eyes glimmering with reflected light beneath the dark hood, revealing a pair of slit pupils.

It certainly worked well enough to draw the jackal out of his bored melancholy. Even if it was all an act, it still stroked his ego just right, and as such he played along happily.

"We have prepared the sacrifice for you, master," the cultist leader spoke.

"Yes-yes. Is ready in basement! Big smelly sacrifice!" the smallest yapped.

"Would you wish to come see our offering?" the third added.

Perhaps they weren't really trying to hide their identities, but that didn't leave Navah any less curious as to what they were talking about. A sacrifice? He could imagine that meaning quite a few different things. The kobold was here, though - so that was the first theory out of the window. The hyena was missing, but what would they have done with him?

Navah cleared his throat. For all his cynicism, he quite enjoyed being treated as a deity, and it wasn't as he had anything better to do than to be worshipped. He stood up with all the grace he could muster.

"I will see your offering, little ones," he rumbled. "Take me to it."

Though unbeknownst to most, the club had a basement. It was only open to the most reliable of the regulars, which made it surprising that the three fri- _cultists_knew about it at all, but then again, the otter always had a way with words, didn't she? She'd probably teased that secret out of the incorrigibly loose-lipped bartender with a smouldering glance or two.

Still, anything the basement was involved in was bound to be exciting. In the most literal sense; it was where the regulars could indulge in their fantasies of restraint, of pain and pleasure, and domination and submission, with plenty of equipment to aid in such indulgences.

It wasn't actually open today, though, which meant there was some further intrigue at play, with one of his friends having charmed his - or more likely, her - way in there. Not that the owner wasn't known to let private parties use the basement when it wasn't officially in use; Navah had done so himself on a few select occasions when simply needing to have someone tied down in private.

So down they went, the jackal letting himself get absorbed in the fantasy. He appreciated the effort too much to not play along, and it was an ego boost even if imagined. The basement, in turn, was always a little eerie in the off hours, with only emergency lighting on in the corridors, which lent a much darker atmosphere to the otherwise surprisingly welcoming floor. Contrary to what one might think, the basement was fairly boring on the average night, as any of the artful bondage shows or sexual plays were public. It ranged anywhere from particular scenarios roleplayed on stage to intricate trussing and suspension, even going so far as to make it educational. Not tonight, though. The gloom lent it all a sinister vibe, and his cultists in their robes emphasized that.

"The sacrifice," the otter churred, sound like she was having entirely too much fun pretending to be at least twice her real age. "Awaits you in the temple."

Temple? What that meant, even Navah didn't know. The notion of the club having a temple somehow was rather preposterous, and yet the cultists led Navah into one of the side-rooms that he couldn't remember actually visiting before.

It was, indeed, a temple. Or at least a facsimile of one, with ornate glass windows leading nowhere, and an altar behind a pair of pews. Maybe it wasn't all that surprising; getting offered in strange, religious circumstances was something he could remember reading about before, but he was certainly surprised that the club had a location for that too. Everything was just a little dusty, though, so maybe it laid in disuse.

On the altar, tightly strapped against it, laid the hyena. He was naked but for a latex mask that covered his face, leaving him blind, but thankfully at least able to breathe through a ring gang keeping his powerful jaws spread wide. He was also wearing a cockring that kept his sizable cock at full mast

"Your sacrifice, master!" the cat-cultist spoke, barely able to keep his voice steady looking at Navah's surprised expression. "Yours to enjoy as you wish!"

"Take your positions!" the otter called out, and the three cultists took position at the sides and the far end of the altar. The cat at the head-end, the otter behind it, and the kobold at the foot of it.

That left only Navah to decide what he wanted to do. Oh, he could see many fun options with a thoroughly tied-up hyena, but there was no rush, was there? If his "servants" wanted to bring him such an offering, who was he to decline himself the pleasure of really enjoying it for a while?

He approached, splaying a hand against the hyena's stomach, simply savouring his new playtoy and his firm yet completely helpless muscles tensing up.

"Can he hear us?" the jackal asked, noting the brief surprise.

"Only barely, the mask muffles his hearing," the otter replied, and Navah caught a glimpse of her fangs underneath the hood.

"Good," Navah murmured, and then lowered his voice. "Find me a paintbrush."

"Yes-yes! Kobold find!" the smallest cultist yapped excitedly, almost tripping over his own feet as he bounded out of the room and into some other part of the basement. Surely they had a room for art, though if the kobold could find it was another question entirely.

A flicked over the hyena's stiff cock, and it bounced.

"Someone's very_needy," Navah smiled. "What'd they even _do to you?"

The hyena didn't react to what he said, only his touch - evidently the mask covered his ears well enough that he'd not hear anything unless they spoke loudly. And that meant Navah was free to tease to his heart's content.

He bounced on top of the altar in one smooth, graceful motion, straddling the motionless hyena, who twitched in response. He didn't quite moan, but Navah could hear his breath quickening. How delicious.

The jackal leaned down, tracing his claws through the hyena's fur, just deep enough to touch but not scratch the skin beneath, and just firmly enough to make the poor spotty male squirm. Yet his cock throbbed eagerly, slapping against Navah's still-clothed cheeks.

"Definitely a very eager hyena. You show your needs and desires so readily... servants, tease him for me!" Navah ordered.

Obediently, the otter slipped her hand down to cup the hyena's heavy balls, cradling them in her soft palm and squeezing them just enough to make the hyena squirm more, before relenting and instead letting her fingertips dance over the fuzzy surface. The cat in turn leaned in with a smile, kissing the bound beast's nose, and then his lips, even pushing his raspy tongue through the ring gag to touch the hyena's own.

The kobold rushed back into the room. "Here! Kobold find paintbrush! Kobold do good, yes-yes!" he yapped, handing the jackal what seemed like a can of paint along with a brush - the tip of it coated with dry, black paint.

Navah's immediate reaction was to tell him to go find another one, but upon closer inspection, the can was evidently for latex paint. He'd never seen the likes of it before, but it did claim to be entirely skin-safe. What was this small print? He squinted, trying to read it.

...entirely body-safe, coverage lasts for 48 hours but usage is only recommended once a week... effects may include...

From that point on the text was so tiny he'd need a magnifying glass to read it, and Navah grumbled. Well, what were the chances the club had anything unsafe? He'd learned to trust even their strangest drinks during his time as a regular patron, and he didn't need to use any fresh paint anyway - unless the mood struck him.

He pressed the brush into the hyena's armpit roughly, and now the big male moaned with laughter, squirming with renewed energy.

"Who's a big submissive hyena?" the jackal murmured, drawing the rough bristled brush through his fur and down his side, making the bigger beast buck helplessly against him, his laughter sounding like wooping and yapping with his mouth stuck open.

Oh, he was going enjoy this.

"Would you like to be totally covered in latex? All shiny and pretty?" he asked, rhetorically. He had the paint, after all - so why not?

He dipped the brush into the can that the kobold had brought over, admiring the way the rubbery paint glistened along the bristles, and then quickly swiped it over the hyena's chest, leaving behind it a thick layer of black wetness that readily clung to this fur.

"That's going to look good on you," Navah grinned, grinding himself against the hyena's throbbing shaft before growing frustrated at how his pants muffled the sensation. He'd need to get those off. Luckily, he had his servants...

Navah jumped off the altar, motioning towards his pants. The otter, cat, and kobold all made their way to him to help their master undress, leaving the hyena behind them unattended.

The latex paint was slowly creeping across his body from where it'd been applied, crawling_over his well-defined chest and down his side, even as he _tried to tell the others what he was feeling, but quite unable to make any articulated sounds thanks to the gag.

Navah was enjoying himself in the meantime. He had the kobold press his face against his rump, clumsily trying to get his thick fingers to grab onto the slick, tight leather. The cat was at the front, running his hands over the subtle but still distinct bulge forming at the front, and the otter in turn was the one deftly unbuttoning and unzipping him.

The strange latex paint crept down the hyena's belly, down towards his sheath.

The jackal's pants finally came off. He smiled as his firm, canine length sprung free, tapping the cat's muzzle. Then, he turned around and climbed on top of the hyena again, picking up the can of paint and not noticing the seemingly living rubber that'd made its way over the hyena's package before he sat down on it with a wet squish that left his groin soaked, too.

"Wait, what's... ngh!" he exclaimed, feeling it immediately wash over his rump and up along his spine, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere it touched. "The paint's doing something! Get it off me!"

The otter and cat hesitated, glancing at each other, trying to formulate a plan. Not so much the kobold, who went in hands-first, trying to grab at the liquid rubber only to get his hands covered in it.

"Paint not come off! Dirty bad paint! Stop!" he yapped with a growl, continuing to paw at the jackal's ass, and Navah couldn't even tell if he was just using that as an excuse or actually dumb enough to think that his random flailing would work.

His touch felt good, though. Too good. His body was extremely sensitive where the paint spread, especially so when it covered his tailhole with that slick warmth. It was some kind of symbiote - maybe engineered, maybe biological - clearly designed as a sex toy. He gasped with pleasure as it spread over his sheath, seemingly massaging it all, caressing his balls, and that interrupted his train of thought. No, it didn't just interrupt his thoughts; it was like it was soaking into them, covering them with that shiny heat too, making questioning what was happening so much harder, like he couldn't properly hold on to any of his thoughts bar for the lusty fantasies sneaking into his mind.

Ngh. It probably wasn't dangerous, was it? Well, maybe... but what could he do about it? Maybe it'd be worth it to just play along to see what happened. Everywhere the latex touched was tingling with desire, leaving Navah grinding against the captive hyena rather than doing the sensitble thing and getting off him. Trying to go to work in 32 hours would be incredibly awkward covered in latex and looking like a living sex doll, maybe - or maybe he could finally have the kind of afterwork party worth going to.

The kobold was now flailing blindly and trying to scrape the paint off his own fingers, and hands, and arms, as it began to spread over him too. "Yap! Get paint off! Bad paint!" he squawked, running blindly around the altar as if trying to escape his own arms. Clearly he'd be less than helpful.

Navah grit his teeth. The hyena underneath him almost fully covered, and still immobilized, leaving him looking like a toy as well, which was a hot sight, but he was more concerned by how his own body was heating up under the rubber's touch. It felt sexy on him - which was to be expected - but it also seemed to be directly affecting his thoughts. Probably some kind of aphrodisiac, moulding them towards lustier pursuits, like the fantasy of just impaling_himself on the hyena's cock, and _roughly so.

The cat and otter were discussing their best options next to him.

"...run out and lock the door? The paint says it'll wear off in 48 hours," the otter suggested.

"We can't just leave them here!" the spotty cat countered.

"Well, it's a sex toy, right? At worst they'll just enjoy themselves a lot and snap out of it when the paint falls off" the otter argued back.

"It says use only under supervision!" the cat replied, always far too concerned and caring for his own good.

"How are we going to supervise them if we get coated in it too?" the otter sighed. "The moment they start really enjoying it-"

Their discussion was interrupted when Navah moaned, the shiny black goo coating all of his lower body, now. It seemed to have a mind of its own - a primitive but needy_one - that was half taking over his muscles. Not as much _control as it was a compulsion, a desire to buck and thrust, a whispered promise of pleasure of how good it'd feel to impale himself on the hyena's throbbing, latex-covered cock.

He was getting hard, too, his cock swelling out, still untouched by rubber but growing stiff and thrumming with pleasure from the way it was massaging and tickling the rest of his sheath. Well, at this point there didn't seem to be much he could do about it. Maybe if he found a fire extinguisher and froze the paint it'd peel off, but then he'd risk giving himself hypothermia... maybe it'd be better to just let himself enjoy it. The latex did feel rather wonderful creeping up his spine and sending those exquisite tingles of pleasure throughout his body, after all.

Suddenly the slippery, wet goo jumped over his shaft, engulfing the full length of it, and squeezing. The jolt of pleasure made Navah twitch and moan, and the can fell from his hand. Without the lid on, it splattered everything with paint - including the otter and the cat.

The otter let out something between a frustrated squeak and an exasperated sigh as she began to tear her robe off, quite eager to get the latex off her. The cat in turn had a surprised expression; a healthy splash of rubber-paint had hit his muzzle directly and was already spreading over him. He didn't seem to mind entirely - perhaps owing to the fact that he was already synthetic.

After that point, things escalated quickly. Soon the otter was entirely naked, while the kobold and cat were moaning happily and simply enjoying themselves. The hyena was still painfully hard.

Well. No point in not enjoying myself if it's going to happen anyway, Navah thought, and opted to ignore the yapping, meowing and squeaking cacophony around himself as he refocused on the hyena. The touch of latex on latex - slick and warm - was exquisite.

"Where were we again, hyena?" he asked as the rubber reached his neck. "Mm. You look rather fetching like that..."

Of course, said hyena still couldn't hear anything, but he was squirming, certainly, and bucking up the moment he felt the jackal's rump press against his rigid shaft. He seemed to have no idea what was going on, but with the rubber making it feel like he was already inside someone - and his own body slickening the inside of it with precum, leaving it both warm and wet - he wouldn't have complained much even if he had known.

"I think what you need is a little taste, isn't it?" Navah rumbled, and then scooted forward on the altar until his cock rested against the hyena's muzzle.

This was more along the lines of what he'd been expecting, and it was why he'd agreed to wear the ring gag to begin with. He was nonetheless surprised when the latex-covered jackal-shaft suddenly plunged into his mouth, but he began swirling his tongue over it regardless.

Navah groaned, thrusting deeper and leisurely rocking his hips against the hyena's face. The latex was finally starting to cover his head, and the strangest thing was how _sexy_it made him feel. It was like a second skin; one he didn't mind wearing in the slightest.

As long as it'll actually fall off at some point...

He closed his eyes as the paint swept over them, only to open them again once he was fully engulfed, ears and all. To his surprise, he could still see, if a little dimly, but he couldn't really hear anything. Maybe it was a sensory deprivation thing. Or maybe the idea was to encourage him to moan by not letting him hear of any of it. Ah, well - he was moaning regardless, growling and grunting as he thrust into the hyena's mouth over and over, feeling his own needs swell and grow.

"S-such a good rubber toy," he murmured, barely managing to hunch up on the edge of the altar enough to sink deeper, only to feel a sudden tongue press against his latex-clad ass. There, the paint seemed to part naturally, just enough to allow entry.

The kobold slurped on his tailhole eagerly, unable to resist from the moment he saw the jackal bend over, taking in every little bit of his flavour and scent until the latex had covered his snout too much to actually smell anything but his own reptilian musk. That didn't bother him; he thrust his tongue into the jackal eagerly.

The cat, ever the hedonist, was happily masturbating, eagerly spreading the latex over his shaft and enjoying the slick caress of it while watching the three go at it, before his eyes fell on the otter, and a grin parted his mouth.

"No," she exclaimed, though it certainly wasn't with genuine fear, but rather what seemed like mild frustration. "How am I supposed to write with my hands covered in-"

The cat pounced on top of her, coating her entire front with the paint. Whether it was a mischievous moment or simply a desire to share the pleasure he was feeling, his excitement over it was obvious from the way his cock pressed against her thighs.

"Oh, you're going to pay for t- mmph!" the otter hissed, only to moan as the cat kissed her wetly, spreading the latex over her face as well.

Well, she couldn't deny that it felt good, the warm rubber oddly electrifying as it covered her folds, the same sensual massaging that'd quickly seduced the others overcoming her too. She shuddered, wrenching her hips against the cat as his cock naturally pushed into her, and soon they were freely rocking against each other, clutching at each other's increasingly latex-clad and sleek bodies.

The jackal, for his part, was fighting the urge to take what he wanted right away. Between the kobold lapping at him and the hyena doing his best to pleasure his cock, he could already feel his precum collecting inside the suit, though not lingering for as long as it might with a less... living one. He knew he wanted to ride the hyena, but there were so many other options.

"Get him wet and ready for me, kobold!" Navah commanded, and obediently the latex-covered kobold dropped down to press his worshipful tongue against the hyena's pucker instead.

He sure drools a lot. Then again, since I'm already wet... ah, why not?

Navah couldn't deny that the dense atmosphere of lust, and particularly the cat and otter mating with the both of them squealing, yowling and moaning, was getting to him. Maybe he'd just milk the hyena first before finishing inside him. Mm.

He wrapped his smooth black fingers around the hyena's cock and guided it under his tail, right against that tight little hole. The kobold pulled his tongue out with a yap and then scampered to wrestle with the other two. A little earlier than he'd have wanted, but everything felt so good. His cock was already _throbbing,_the squeezing rubber robbing him of his usual teasy self-control.

Navah sank down on that beautiful length, and the hyena instinctively bucked up, trying to thrust deeper while moaning into the gag. Mmh. It was always such a wonderful stretch, and thanks to the latex coating his shaft it was perfectly slick too, effortlessly plunging deep into his body. He settled down once hilted, feeling the hyena's balls rub up against his cheeks as the bigger male desperately tried to thrust hard enough to bounce the jackal, but he was still utterly helpless thanks to the cuffs, even with paint having covered every inch of him.

No doubt did the fact that he, unlike the rest of them, couldn't see or hear anything enhance the sensations. The cockring would prevent him from cumming too quickly, though.

"There you go," Navah huffed, gyrating atop the hyena, bracing himself against his chest. "Someone's definitely needy."

Projection? Maybe. He needed it too, badly, but the latex driving him wild was a good excuse. He started riding with a leisurely pace. God, he was definitely more sensitive than usual, feeling every inch of the hyena's masculine hardness in exquisite detail. The way it strained against his inner walls, almost _vibrating,_harder than he could remember any cock being in recent times.

By now he could barely tell the difference between the cat, otter and kobold, not in form. They looked almost anonymous, coated in the black latex, though it was still obvious enough from how they talked.

Well, and the fact that the otter had breasts, bouncing and shaking with each of the cat's thrusts, at least until she pushed him over and rode him instead, perhaps inspired by Navah. She moaned encouragingly as the kobold crawled up behind her and clumsily tried to sink his own cock into her, though to no avail before the cat reached to spread her cheeks for the other male. His cock found her entrance and he thrust in too, and so all three of them were moaning and groaning happily, slick and warm and shiny, the jackal's improvised birthday party having taken an entirely unexpected turn.

There was just something special about it, though, watching the three writhe and rock against each other while Navah rode the hyena. The moment wouldn't last forever, of course; all five of them were feeling a lot more excitable than they otherwise might've, owing to the added stimulation of being _trapped_in those living suits.

He could already feel the pressure growing in his loins, begging to be unleashed. Would the cum just pool inside the suit, or would it be used to produce more latex to share with the remaining club patrons? His mind was swimming with the possibilities - which was exactly why the "paint" had been engineered to only last for 48 hours from the first usage. A way to prevent the whole city from being turned into living and very horny sex toys.

His motions quickened as he raced towards his climax with the thick shaft inside him hitting every sensitive spot, and his hands quickly stroking his length.

It was the otter who came first. She let out a high-pitched squeak, thrashing and squirming between the cat and kobold as a sweet orgasm wracked her body. Like a chain reaction, that set both the cat and kobold off and they hilted inside her, trembling and groaning as they thrust their slick shafts as deep into her as they could, grinding, thrusting, vainly trying to sink even deeper.

The hyena, who'd been teased the most, came just before the jackal did. It was an intense enough climax that him straining and thrusting managed to break one of the cuffs with a loud snap, and that in turn gave him just a little more freedom to rut into the jackal on top of him. His cock throbbed heavily, and Navah could just about feel the wet heat rushing up his shaft... but none of it ended up inside him, caught by the half-alive suit.

Only moments later, Navah was cumming too. It was a strange sensation that made him let out a ragged gasp of pleasure. Strange, but intense, like his whole body_was orgasming. His cum erupted into the suit, the backwash splashing backwards and coating his sheath in that messy, slippery heat. It felt strange, like he was cumming inside _himself, feeling what the suit felt, and that only made him cum harder, writhing and grinding against the hyena with each orgasmic jerk of his cock.

Then he slumped down atop the hyena, barely having a moment to relax with how sexy the feeling of his cum sloshing against his fur and skin felt as it was slowly being absorbed by the suit. That was true for all five of them; they were all warm, sticky, soaking in their own fluids however briefly.

Navah glanced at the clock on the wall - kept there so patrons wouldn't entirely lose track of time - and nearly choked when he realized that whole sudden orgy had only taken an hour, which meant they had 47 more go to.

Then again, he felt that tickling whisper at the back of his mind say, that just meant they'd have a lot of time to really experience everything their sexy new suits had to offer. It'd be an excellent opportunity to slip some collars on the remaining few, too. He'd never gone soft, as the suit wouldn't let that happen, but he felt his cock throb eagerly with anticipation.

He undid the hyena's remaining cuffs, wondering if the otter might be able to take all four of them at once.