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"Is this really necessary?"

The charcoal-colored imp snarled as he pulled the jet-black rubber suit up to his waist inside the designated changing room. The garment came with an attached high-quality grade gasmask as it hung limply in Maxim's clawed hands. It was an unusual uniform for work. The job description was sparse on details, but occult ritual clean-up was something Maxim was familiar with. But the rubber suit made the small horned devil wonder if he accidentally signed up for something way more than he can handle.

As Maxim pulled up the leg sleeve to accommodate his hooved feet, he saw the latex conform to each hoof, giving them their own sleeve. As he slipped his spaded tail into the sleeve, it grew to accommodate the entire length of Maxim's tail before tightening, causing the imp to jump.

Rubbing the slick rubber, the devil hummed how smooth it felt on his claws and how cool it felt on his ass. The caressing stirred his encased package. His member grew, straining against the pouch of the suit. The quality was even better from the stuff from the kink club he serviced. Of course, this job had less fondling and less prodding.

Maxim was jolted out of his stupor when a small purple horned gargoyle strolled in clad in only black speedo briefs and thin black gauntlets around his wrists and ankles. The pint-sized gargoyle also carried a similar-looking black containment around his shoulder. He started to dress before catching Maxim across the room.

"New hire?" The gargoyle asked with the rubber containment suit up to his waist, barely giving Maxim eye contact.

"Yeah." Maxim continued slipping on the rubber suit, bringing his clawed hands into the gloves. As with his toes, the mitts compressed around his individual clawed fingers.

"Of course. Name's Flint. Listen, I don't know if Sasha has given you the run-down but our job is to clean up whatever freaky stuff he's done with." Just as Flint explained, a loud boom shook the room as small cackles of electricity could be heard afterward. "Yeah, these mortals are getting real crazy with these rituals."

"So I hear." The imp slipped the other arm inside and shrugged his shoulders. Soon after, he pulled the hood over his head, it conformed to encase his ivory horns. "And why do we have to wear this?" The imp pointed to the gas mask, surprised to see Flint fully suited before him.

"It has gotten......really freaky lately. You'll see....or hopefully not." Flint stammered through the muffled filter as he fastened the containment suit cuffs.

Another thunderous boom shook the halls, followed by a shrill screech echoed through the halls.

"FLINT!!!!! MAXIM!!!!! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, NOW!!!!!!! EEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

"Shit! Time to go, j-j-just take your stuff with you." The rubber-clad gargoyle commanded as he sprinted towards the source of the commotion. Maxim hurried along, clumsily fastening the wrist, ankle, and neck braces as he tried to catch up. Unbeknownst to the distracted imp, the metal fasteners melded into the cuffs seamlessly.

At the end of the stone-lined wall of the halls, thick metal and wooden doors were lined with a fuchsia glow where inhuman screeches and crackling sounds of lightning originated. The two assistants stood ready at the door with mops and buckets in hand as the ruckus died down. The nerves caused Maxim to relieve the itch along his tailbone but he noticed the zipper was no longer present. He continued to feel himself around for it to no avail.

"Yeah, the suit does that on its own." Flint chuckled at the imp's bewilderment. "Seals ya up so nothing magical or corruptive can come in or out."

Flint was cut short when the door flung open with clouds of purplish smoke revealing a robed figure with only its long ears exposed. The robbed figure removed the hood, exposing the furred sweat-drenched face. Maxim recognized the cream-colored rabbit as Sasha, the one who hired him.

"I...I...am going on a break. You two go and.....clean in there." Sasha said between labored breaths as he slumped his way down the hall to his rest quarters. "The circle is...still....semi-active. I'm not....not done yet. Do not step in it or....it re-reactivates."

Maxim and Flint followed right inside with cleaning supplies in hand. What greeted the winged duo was a stone-cemented room filled with runic and other such markings on the floors and walls covered in tentacle chucks, slime, and other unidentifiable bits. Maxim's attention was broken when a cold and thick tentacle slapped against his rubber-coated head. He stared at the slimy tentacle before knocking it down in disgust. There was a stench reminiscent of mold mixed with expired seafood that the gasmask barely filtered out. Seeing the mess the chamber is in, Maxim understood why he was hired.

"The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can get out of here." Flint grumbled as he got to work. Maxim flew high enough to reach the mess with his sponge and buckets despite the suit restricting his flight. After 30 minutes, Maxim was spent, tired from expending energy flying and cleaning. Below Maxim saw Flint was nearly done cleaning the ground level around the ritual circle. The rubber-clad imp let himself descend down, wanting to strip off the containment suit, so he can get his dough and bail. As soon as he landed, the ground started to emit a soft purplish glow. Then, a monstrous roar shook the room.

"Huh? Ahhhhhh, idiot what have you done?!??!? Get out, get out, get out get out, get out!!!! Ack!!!!" Flint tried to yell but he was muffled through the gasmask. Maxim barely had time to understand what the imp was gawking at before a slew of lime-green tentacles shot forth from the reanimated ritual circle. A quick look down saw that both the gargoyle and him had one foot on the ritual circle. The winged creatures tried to make a break for the door before the tentacles blocked their exit. The mop and other cleaning utensils were feeble weapons as both rubber-clad monsters were quickly dispatched and apprehended by the eldritch tentacles.

Maxim tried to spew a breath of fire, but only a faint yellow glow with smoke seeped out of the gasmask. Maxim didn't have to hear Flint's angry squeaks and muffles to know that he forgot how the suits suppressed magic. The tentacles made quick work binding their arms behind them. The winged creatures were reduced to squirming squeaky prey.

This was more trouble than what it was worth for the imp and definitely way more than what he was getting paid. Maxim's eyes darted around the rustic room, looking for something, anything that could free him and Flint. But his attention was cut short when something cold rubbed between his legs that made the imp squeak. Maxim shuddered as he looked down to see the invasive tentacle rubbing his bulge and groin areas, making audible squelches and squeaks. He whimpered as his aroused package strained against the bulge pouch as the tentacle continued its lustful tease. He instinctively closed his legs together, trying to keep the monster's appendages from exploring further. But his clenched legs only made the sensation more pleasurable for the helpless imp.

Slowly, more tentacles move towards the captive assistants to test the limits of their containment suit. The tentacles explored every inch of the clad assistants as they slithered from around their neck, armpits, buttcrack, toes, and groin. All the while, the two were reduced to tired, aroused toys the partially sealed creature enjoyed playing with.