V.I.P. Treatment
V.I.P. Treatment
The sun had set completely under the horizon of the city as shops closed up or opened for the clientele of the night. The streets had become far less crowded as most of the people that were usually up during the night on Saturday were already either in line at the clubs or inside the club already. As a result most of the streets were far less crowded, under the low hum of the streetlamps a lanky brown wolf found himself to be the only one as he walked down the street from his workplace. He didn't mind it at all, more times than not he found himself alone on the streets after he had to work a weekend shift. The only unfortunate for him was that by the time he managed to catch a bus, get home, and get himself ready he would miss out on most of the club or bar scene. Most of the time he would resign himself to either his computer or television instead so he could allow himself a few hours of relaxation.
"Zev?" The wolf suddenly heard behind him, which caused him to spin around to see a large, muscular feline dressed in an extremely tight fitting lycra short-sleeved shirt and black latex pants behind him; his silver fur shimmered in the light of the lamps as he wore a grin. "Zev, that is you! You dog, where have you been? I haven't seen hair nor hide of you since you started working at your new job!"
It took a few seconds; Zev had to squint a bit in order to match the facial features to his memory. "Damien?" The feline grinned and nodded, and Zev could feel his jaw almost drop as he looked over his friend once more. It was not the panther he knew in college, especially since he used to have pitch-black fur and was nearly a foot shorter. Before Damien may have stood nose to nose with him, now the wolf had to almost crane his neck up to meet eye to eye. "You've... changed..."
"I've been working out quite a bit." Damien replied as he gave a flex, and Zev could hear the sound of his lycra top stretch as the massive bicep jutted up.
"It's only been a year man." Zev said, still in awe. "You're a monster! And what's with the silver fur?"
"Oh, the silver fur is from this great new club I'm into." Damien exclaimed as he grabbed Zev by the hand. "Oh! You have to come with me! This club will change your life, I promise!"
Zev tried to protest that he was too tired and unprepared for such a thing, but the silver panther was insistence as he was nearly dragged down the street. He was still amazed at his friend's change, both physically and in attitude. Back when they were in college Damien was a rather shy guy, especially when they had enough money to go out on the town. Most of the time he would just nurse a beer in their favorite establishment as the rest of their friends would mingle and hook up with the willing females. Now he was a clubber with tight clothes that caused everything to show with silver dyed fur while he dragged the friend he hadn't seen in years to a party. It caught him by surprise so much that by the time he was able to recompose himself enough to talk to his still grinning friend once more.
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"Damien, I'm really not sure about this." Zev whispered as he was led in what appeared to be a back alley of a nightclub called 'Hive'. They could hear the pounding of the music through the brick of the wall; it was slightly intimidating at the loudness. It must have been a popular one, he thought, because as they circled around the building there was a massive line in front that stretched almost to the corner. "I'm really not prepared for clubbing and this place seems to be pretty exclusive."
"Oh don't worry, I'm sure they'll have something for you." Damien replied while they moved over to a steel back door. Zev watched as the silver panther fumbled around his clothing for a second before he pulled out a small key and put it into a hidden keyhole. There was a small click and the door opened easily, and with another enthusiastic tug on his wrist the wolf was led inside the building.
Once they were both inside the door closed behind them with a soft clang, which enveloped them in total darkness for several seconds before several lights flickered on. Zev could feel himself blush as he saw the walls filled with spandex, lyrca, rubber, and latex outfits, from speedos to short shorts and half-shirts to full-body suits that gleamed in the light. "What is this, the v.i.p. section of a rubber bar?" Zev asked as he watched his friend start to look through several outfits.
"Nah, no v.i.p. treatment here." Damien replied with a grin. "Everyone who's here is treated the same, because we are the same. Like it or not, you're one of us now." The wolf tried to understand the meaning of his words, but the music was even louder in this room then it was outside, and it caused a dull throbbing in his skull that was hard to ignore. It wasn't painful, but it was very distracting, and as he started to get lost in the beat he was suddenly snapped back into reality as a black latex speedo and fishnet muscle shirt dangled in front of him.
"I... I can't wear that." Zev exclaimed. "I'm not shy or anything, but I think it would make me an exhibitionist if I wore that. I mean... this isn't one of THOSE types of clubs, is it?" What the wolf said was only part of his hesitation; his main fear was he really didn't have the body for such an outfit either. With his work schedule and lack of interest he never really had time to go to the gym or work out, the overall result of such was a rather lanky frame and a bit of fat around several areas. Still... as he looked at the clothing in front of him he did wonder what it would be like to go into a club with the barest of materials covering him.
"Oh don't worry about being too exposed, the lights and fog machines do a good job of keeping you a bit obscured." Damien explained as he started to unbutton the wolf's shirt. "It's actually an excellent place if you want to experiment with such things, no one really to notice you. That sounds nice, doesn't it?"
Zev could not help but agree with the panther, his head giving a slight nod as he realized in the back of his mind he was allowing his friend to undress him. It wasn't that he trusted him, it was just that it should have been weirder for him to get disrobed by another man, especially as his pants and boxers were pulled down at the same time. He did realize, as the fishnet was pulled over his head and rubbed against his body, that he the effect of the material plus the music had caused him to become slightly aroused. The tip of his canine member only poked out slightly, but it was enough to feel flush with embarrassment once more.
A chuckle caused him to look down and see that Damien had also noticed such, though he didn't seem disgusted or repulsed by the sight at all, in fact he looked rather amused. "Don't worry, we all have had similar reactions the first time we experienced the sensations of Hive. In fact, I'd be more surprised at you if you didn't experience anything right off the bat. And if you think this feels good now, just wait until you get inside." The panther gave his sheath a playful squeeze, which normally would have caused the wolf to jump back but this time caused him to gasp as another inch of his tool to push out before it was quickly covered by the black speedo.
Once his friend made sure that everything was in place, taking a bit more time than necessary to adjust the large bulge in front, he led him to one of the full-length mirrors. Zev looked at himself slightly in surprise, he wasn't sure it was the mirror or the clothing but it seemed that the fat deposits that had lingered on his belly and legs had all but disappeared, the fishnet hugged his fur tightly to his chest which accented what little muscle he had there while his groin bulged out almost obscenely. He could see the panther over his shoulder as he stood right behind him, huge muscle arms wrapped around his waist in a way that should have set off alarm bells in his head but instead felt strangely comforting as the music continued to pulse through his head and disorient him.
"I do believe you are ready." Damien said as he led the wolf through the only other door in the room, and then opened it for him to see. Zev almost had to take a step back as he was pushed by the sudden wave of heat, musk, and music that rolled out from the entryway. From what the wolf could see amidst the flashing lights and dozens of furs pressed against one another was seemed like a fairly typical nightclub set, with a lighted bar in the back and a DJ stand in a balcony in the corner, both manned by silver raptors. Beyond that there was only the dance floor, with brilliant flashes of color in a number of patterns that illuminated the latex, lycra, and rubber clad patrons as they danced to the beat.
Before Zev could say anything about it he felt a strong hand push him forward, which caused him to stumble forward. The crowd of furs seemed to envelop him as they paid him only enough mind to keep him from getting trampled, though the movement of the group seemed to suck him further and further into the club itself. One thing he definitely noticed once he was inside was that everyone wore some sort of spandex, latex, or rubber apparel, and that everyone in there was a very well-muscled guy. He could feel himself grow warm as he realized his friend had taken him to what he could reasonably infer was a gay bar, and though it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would he would have to tell Damien that this really wasn't his scene.
As he tried to get back the way he came, however, the crowd seemed to almost actively resist his movement to the point where he would literally have to push people over. Instead of causing a scene he decided to try to go with the flow until he reached an alternate exit, but as he got closer to the center of the floor the smell of latex and musk made him a bit light-headed, and as the beat from the speakers continued to thrum he found his body starting to move in time rest of them. After only a few minutes he had picked up the same pace as the rest of them, jumping around and moving with wild abandoned.
Suddenly a strong paw grabbed him by the shoulder and caused him to stop, like a splash of cold water on the face as he realized what he was doing. "I told you this place was fantastic!" Damien yelled as he pulled him towards the bar and handed him a fizzing black drink. It took several seconds to register that he even had a glass in his hand, but as he regained his thoughts he realized he was powerfully thirsty and downed the drink in several gulps. As he put the empty glass on the bar he finally took a second to look around; with mild amusement he noted that most of the patrons on the dance floor wore full-body latex and rubber suits, something he hadn't even noticed before. In fact, as he looked a bit closer, it almost seemed the only ones that weren't decked out as such were himself and several other people at the bar.
"Newcomers as well." Zev heard Damien say as he looked around at the others, all dressed up in varying degrees of latex and rubber and accompanied by someone in a full-body suit. Some looked ecstatic to be there, while some looked hesitant and one or two downright fearful. "Don't worry about them, have another drink."
As Zev absentmindedly started to down another glass of the black liquid he could hear Damien continue to encourage him, his voice much clearer and easier to hear then before. The music still continued its loud techno beat, which meant the only thing that would have changed was... as the wolf turned around to see his friend he gasped slightly and almost dropped the empty glass he held. The panther was covered head to toe in silver latex; every detail of his muscular body was outlined as though it were a furless second skin rather than a suit. His suspicions were confirmed when he looked up into his eyes and saw that they too were silvered, and when his silver eyelids blinked it made him swallow hard.
"Wha... I..." Zev tried to ask him what was going on, what happened to him, but the more he stared at the panther the harder it was to focus. In the corner of his mind he realized the panther had shoved another drink into his hand, and instead of refusing it and demanding answers he once more put the glass to his lips and drank the contents down. The beat of the music and pattern of the colors seemed to intensify as he finished that glass and then a fourth one, though strangely he didn't feel as full as he should have. When he finished with the last one the panther grinned at him and led him back to the dance floor, joined by the other bar patrons as they led their respective partners towards the same area.
"I always wanted you." Zev heard Damien's voice in his mind as they began to dance, their bodies mashed together as the black clothing that Damien had worn seemed to liquidate and transfer onto his body. "Even in college, but I never had the courage to say so because I was scared of how you would react. But now... now I have the courage of everyone to take you for my own. We are meant to be together, join us."
Damien's words were the only thing that Zev could focus on, and as his confusion continued to grow the thought that the panther might be right started to sound more and more reasonable. As he tried to think through the growing haze in his mind he felt something hit his fur, and as he looked up he saw that glitter had begun to rain down from the roof and it had caused everyone to cheer. In the light he could see the white, silver, and black squares fall on his body, but where the silver and white ones simply fell off the black pieces melted like snowflakes over his fur. Soon the black latex flakes that fell on his head and shoulders began to ooze down and merge with his clothing and the material from Damien's clothes. The right thing to do at that time was claw the stuff off of him and start to run for help, but instead his dance only became more sensual as his paws rubbed over his and the panther's body, a soft squeak could be heard as the black latex engulfed his paws.
As Zev grabbed Damien's thick thighs and slid against him he felt the feline's hard cock brush against him, and it quickly became the center of his attention as he rubbed his paws and muzzle against it. Around the room the other converts were doing the same, several already had cocks in them as the wolf played with the soft latex barbs that adorned it. It felt slightly like an living dildo, the muscles jumped and twitched in his hands as he slowly licked it with his tongue, which became black and rubbery as several pieces of the glitter landed on it. He grinned as he felt the latex push down and coat his throat, for there was no way he could take the huge cock before him without it.
The thumping of the music was nearly drowned out as the crowd quickly turned from a mass of dancers to an orgy. Those with furs without full suits on were exclusive to their charges, though they did not object as another came up behind them and slid their tool into their exposed holes. Everyone else was in a free for all, cocks were jammed into whatever orifice they could find as the room was filled with latex man on each other. These images filled Zev's mind as he licked and massaged vigorously, from two white lizardmen spit-roasting a young fox to a tiger sixty-nining with a dragon. As more and more thoughts of gay sex flooded into his psyche the hornier it made him and the more eager he was to take the panther into his maw.
Finally, after enough teasing, Zev pushed the first few inches into his mouth as his tongue continued to swirl on its underside. He could feel his lover's hands push into his latex ears as he continued to engulf the cock with his mouth, as the latex ran into his lungs there was no longer any need for him to breathe as the liquid latex ran down and coated his torso. The more that was covered, the more latex that replaced fur, the more attachment and need he felt, and as he stuffed himself with cock it only caused that need to intensify like gas on a fire. The wolfs muzzle and throat bulged as he continued to slide down the thick tool until he was flush with Damien's groin, the scent of arousal and latex thick in his nostrils as he rubbed his hands on his throat as he began to suckle and bob. The combined stimulation of both the hands and the throat muscles as the massaged him was almost too much for the panther to bear, and before he came he quickly withdrew from the needy mouth and moved Zev onto all fours.
The only thing Zev could think about was the pleasure as he licked the liquid latex that dripped down onto his lips. Vaguely he could feel his own cock finally pull free from the confines of his latex speedo as it became a part of him, a soft moan escaped his lips as it pushed inside of him and coated his prostrate which made him only harder. With his back, legs, and tail more exposed to the rain of latex glitter the rest of his body was completely overwhelmed until he looked like an shiny black statue of a wolf, though he felt he wasn't done yet without one last thing.
"Take me." Zev said as he looked pleadingly back at Damien, who had watched his friends' conversion as he stroked his silver cock coated with blackened saliva. Gone was the wolf he had dragged into there in the first place, replaced with a toy with its tail raised for him "Please, take me, I'm yours. Take me!"
"You are ours." Damien corrected as he pushed himself into the lubricated entrance of the willing tailhole in front of him. A loud howl escaped from Zev's lips, which joined a symphony of similar cries of pleasure as the thick meat speared his insides. He could feel his muscles already begin to expand as he was taken, the latex rippled and stretched as he gained a new form similar to those around him. His meager member grew and lengthened as well, growing to the same size as the other new converts as they too began to expand out like muscular balloons. As they finished their transformations is was hard to distinguish one from another, which was exactly the point as the panther's thick cock was buried to the hilt.
The panther did not wait until he began to thrust himself more and more, latex thighs slapping against each other as what seemed like a single voice echoed in the wolf's mind, ingrained in the music and light with singular purpose as lust and pleasure overrode everything else in his brain. The voice was the voices of everyone around him, everyone lost in the sea of shared orgasmic pleasure as everyone was connected in one singular purpose. It told Zev to join them, join the hive, and the wolf was more than willing to open his mind to them. As soon as he did he came harder than he ever had before, wiping out his individuality as they climaxed in one singular moment. After several minutes Zev was no more, instead was a muscular black latex wolf that opened his blank black eyes, ready to work for one purpose, to continue to add to the prosperity of the hive.