Just Sign Here
"Alright, sign here, here, initial here," the notary public's voice resonated through the room as the tiger spoke in a deep, baritone voice. He was seated at a large, heavy oak table, and flipped through a rather thick stack of papers. Seated opposite were two furs, Zeke, a small white fennec just shy of twenty, along with his grinning roommate Jeffrey, a matching wolf, who stood a full head taller than the vulpine. They stood out as bright points in the otherwise gloomy office, the walls on either side of the room lined with musty lawbooks.
The fox did as he was told, eager to get the paperwork over with. By the time he had finished over an hour had passed, and he ached from sitting in such an uncomfortable chair. Of course, to him it was entirely worth it. Jeffrey had covered his portion of the rent for the last three months after the store he worked at went out of business, its doors close for good. He had scoured job websites, turned in reams of resumes, but it all did him no good. Thankfully for him an entry-level position had opened up and, after his friend pulled a few strings with a few people he knew, Zeke was able to snag the job without so much as an interview. He wasn't entirely sure what is duties were going to be, but frankly he didn't care, as long as it was a paycheck. 'A job is a job,' was his thought at the time. From there, it was only a short trip to his new place of employment.
It was a rather unassuming, one-story office building. The street facing wall was covered in cobblestone, fist sized river stone of various shapes and shades, set in cement. Its front door, as well as the windows around it, were coated with a reflective film, and the whole area shaded by a pair of large oak trees. A sign out front bore the label RHI, Rabbit Hole Industries.
Of course, Zeke wanted to make a good impression, so that morning he had dressed in casual business attire. A pair of black slacks, matching shoes, along with a light blue polo that was buttoned up a little far for his liking. The material was relatively cheap, thanks to his tight budget, but he felt terrible for being a mooch all this time, so slightly uncomfortable clothing was hardly an issue. With a final look over himself, he smoothed back the fur atop his head, one large ear folded in the process, and held open the door for his friend to step through first in a bid to show his gratitude. A wave of cool air greeted the pair inside, along with the chipper voice.
"Hay there, how can ah help ya t'day?" a short distance off to the right hung a brown fruit bat. She was suspended from the ceiling upon a padded pole, both feet latched around it. Her black slacks were held in place by anklets, and her sunflower yellow blouse was tucked under the loop of a tight cinched belt. A custom workstation had been built for her, centered around a touchscreen that was elevated to her level by an aluminum pole. Zeke thought himself lucky on two counts. One, it seems he picked a perfect set of clothes for this place, and two, from his low angle the fennec got a perfect view up the secretaries modest sized cleavage.
"Wait, don't tell me. Zeke an' Jeff?" Momentarily too nervous to speak, the tall eared fox just managed a nod as he chewed his lip. "Go 'head and head ahn in, dahn the hall, take a right, third door on the left. The doc'll be there t'meet ya inna few mins. Oh, ya brought th' paperwork, right?" Jeffrey had the paperwork in paw, and handed it up to her. The secretary only took a cursory look at it before she waved them inside with the motion of her head. "Go'ahn, better get there 'fore he does. He dunn'it like t'be kept waitin'." The cheerful bat gave Zeke a wink as he passed by which made the fennec's ears flush and flatten.
Side by side they walked down the echoing passageway as the fox fidgeted with his paws nervously. Zeke spoke up, "I didn't realize there was going to be an examination." Jeffrey looked at him incredulously and replied, "you did read the contract right?" His friend looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, ears drooped, "well..." The taller wolf chuckled as he spoke, "I thought as much. Don't worry about it though, this is all just routine for him." Though the fennec was somewhat ill at ease at the odd tone of voice, he was not about to back out; this it was something he needed desperately. If he left, there was no telling whether he could find another job opening, let alone continue living at the same address. "Third door, here we are." This time Jeffrey held the door, and waved his roommate inside. "I'll catch up with you later. Think you might want some privacy for the good Doctor." With that he left and closed the door behind him.
The lights flickered to life as soon as he entered, and revealed the utilitarian decor in the small room, only a few paces on a side. On the right was an examination table, it's teal surface covered with parchment paper, and on the left was a waist high counter that spanned the entire wall, the top slab made of marble. It had a sink at the far end, cabinets and drawers underneath. The far wall housed another door, though it had no handle. Rather, there was a touchpad that he presumed could only be activated by authorized personnel. As this was not his first time in a doctors office, the vulp hopped onto the table, it's crinkling somewhat louder than he expected. He shifted back and forth nervously as he twiddled his thumbs. The five minutes he waited felt like an eternity, but finally there was a pair of taps on the door he had come through, a sound which made him jump in his seat, and in stepped the doctor.
"Good afternoon, Mr..." it was a rabbit that greeted him with an outstretched paw, which Zeke promptly stood up to shake, and chimed in "please, just Zeke." The middle-aged lapin was well groomed, dressed in loose black slacks which contrasted sharply with his snow white fur, with a light brown silk shirt, and a white lab coat on top of it. The Doctor stood nearly a head taller than his new employee, but his smile and kind demeanor set the vulpine slightly more at ease. "Well then Zeke, I am Victor. Though you may refer to me as Doctor Mertezi." They broke off their handshake. "Please, have a seat," he motioned back to the bench, "and if you would take off your shirt, we can begin your exam." The fennec was quick to you so; he wanted to make a good impression on his first day. It all seemed like a rather basic physical, blood pressure, heart rate, his chest was listened to as he breathed and coughed, even his reflexes and the acuity of his eyes were checked.
"Alright, everything seems to be in order. Your pulse is a little quick, though I'd just put that down to nerves," he let out a disarming chuckle, "otherwise you are the picture of health, more or less. Now," the Doctor stepped towards the rear of the room and said his paw on the control panel beside the rear door. There was a momentary pause, then it slid open. He spoke as he stepped through "this way please." It was then Zeke noticed that Victor was without shoes, though he said nothing about it and stepped out into a rather drab office corridor. He was led down a short ways, shirt draped over his arm, then Dr. Mertezi waved him into the next room. "Just in here."
Lights activated upon their entry and revealed the few things in the high ceilinged space. An odd contraption dominated the center of the room, something that looked as though it were lifted straight out of science fiction. On a raised, metal platform sat a clouded hexagonal tube that stretched right up near the ceiling, where all the tiling had been removed, the wiring and pipes above exposed, with a complicated looking device embedded in the roof atop it. A series of tubes spanned out in all directions, and attached to the central device. To one side was a long control panel, the entire interface a touchscreen that was deactivated at the moment. The Doctor stepped over and touched it, and the whole thing lit up. Then with just a few taps he activated the mechanism to lift the heavy tube.
Mertezi motioned to a door behind him as Zeke walked over; the fennec's tail twitched nervously. "You'll find a squeegee in there. Your first task is to clean the inside of that," he nodded toward the imposing device, "I've been meaning to for a while, but I've been terribly busy with other projects. Afterward I'll put you to task with something more interesting. Also, you may want to put on the coveralls in there as well, the cleaner is bleach-based, and would entirely ruin those pants," the doctor smiled and chuckled again, "and I'll be here observing for the moment. Hope you don't mind." Zeke shook his head, "not at all."
With a spring in his step, the fox moved quickly and stepped through into the supply cabinet. Upon entry, he slipped his shirt back on, his tall ears caught up in the neck momentarily, then looked around. The protective garment was hung on the back of the door, a one-piece, front-zippered jumpsuit that looked as though it had seen better days, the surface smudged here and there with unidentifiable stains of various hues. It was a size too big for him, but after he put it on and rolled up the sleeves and pant legs he figured it would do well enough. It took only another moment to find the cleaning supplies: a squeegee with an extendable handle, spray bottle, and a stool to help reach the top. Both arms encumbered, he moved back over in order to get to work. Victor suggested he start near the top and work his way down, on that advice, he put up the steps and got to it.
There was an odd, unidentifiable smell inside that made his nose wrinkle, and left a bitter taste on his palette. The short fennec had to stand on the very tips of his toes atop the stool, but he managed okay. He wiped down one side at a time, though when he turned his back to the Doctor in order to clean the third pane, he heard a loud click, then all at once the plexiglass around him dropped. Zeke had no chance to react before it slammed down upon the steel base. The collision not only momentarily deafened the vulpine as the noise echoed inside the confined space, but the shock of it made him drop everything to clutch at his ringing ears. To make matters worse, the shock threw him off balance and the stool slid out from under him. Zeke careened back and bashed his shoulder into the wall on his way to the unyielding floor, though the fox was just nimble enough to land on his feet.
"Ow... What the hell?" He clutched at his arm, the site throbbing, certain to bruise. Zeke then realized just what had made the noise, and felt suddenly very claustrophobic. The fox looked to Dr. Mertezi, who seem to to be busy with the control panel, and pounded on the solid glass barrier. Panic welled in his chest with every quickened breath. His tall ears flattened and laid back. There was no way that rabbit wasn't aware of his predicament. Victor paused for a moment, and held his finger down on the intercom.
The doctor spoke briefly, "You really should read more carefully before signing something," the microphone caught a brief chuckle then it clicked off. Dread consumed Zeke as his panic took over. He dropped to his knees and tried to hook his claws under the glass, but the bottom was set into a groove on the platform. Odd gurgling noises from above said his heart racing as he pressed both paws against the barrier and made his best attempt to push upward, but his pads only slid up with a squeak due to the film coating. On his feet again, he grabbed the stepstool in both hands and slammed it against the side as hard as he could, his shoulder screamed in protest, but his adrenaline silenced it slightly. A gurgling sound from above only helped to fuel the fire.
An overwhelming smell of latex poured down into the chamber, accompanied by a gust of frigid air. Zeke looked up to see its source, a metal grate near the center of the top of the enclosure. The strange noise raised in pitch, then broke into a climactic rush of thick, semitransparent white sludge. He barely had time to yell out in shock, and drop the stool to move his arms over his face in a futile effort to protect himself. It was surprisingly heavy, the impact felt like a soaking wet comforter had been thrown onto him, and his knees began to buckle under the torrential pressure. He ducked off to one side and got out of the direct line of fire, his back pressed to the side of the tank. Despite his efforts, Zeke had his face covered in clear sludge, one eye forced shut to fend off the stuff that had already begun to sting. The bridge of his muzzle, down to his chin was coated as well. Some managed to get into his mouth, its rubbery flavor even stronger than the scent that assaulted his nose.
The coveralls he sported soaked up the goo readily, and hindered him more than it helped. In only moments the cheap polyester that clung to his arms dissolved and clung to his clothing, and it was not long before they too succumbed to the same fate, his white fur matted flat against the skin everywhere it touched. A burning sensation grew stronger every second in his feet. He tried to pull one foot away, then the other, but the effort did little more than free him from his disintegrated shoes; the last remnants of his footwear were the brass rings which held his laces in place. As he struggled, and more slime poured into the chamber his ruined pants were quick to vanish, consumed.
Zeke screamed in a mix of frustration and pain. Even though the thick gel was cold enough to make him shiver, it felt as though everywhere it touched was covered in near scalding water, as though he were plunged in mentholated cream. The more he thrashed, the quicker the latex-like made its way up his legs, faster than the rising tide. Though he was unaware of it, the fox's slick fur had begun to melt as well, turned into nothing more than a white layer of latex sludge. As the stuff approached his groin he clawed desperately at it. Though he was able to claw some away, it advanced faster than he could remove it. For all his effort the fennec only managed to scrape his skin and left behind red streaks that had already begun to well up and burn all the more fiercely. Too soon for his liking it reached his sac. The intense cold made them pull tight to his body, but did little to soothe the sensation. The steel hafada semicircle at the base of his sheath forced horizontal, and amplified his plight. All the overwhelming stimulation had caused him to hyperventilate, and he began to feel lightheaded. His muzzle was locked wide open from the unceasing burning, both eyes clenched shut tight.
Were it not for the nearly deafening roar, Zeke might have heard the mechanical whir above him. An articulated metal tube descended like a snake, and made straight for his mouth. The fennec had a chance to react before the bulbous, rubber tip passed between his teeth and pushed his head back roughly, until his skull thumped against the side of the tank. He grabbed it with both paws and tried to dislodge the intrusive thing, but his efforts were in vain; it refused to yield. Worse yet, the end ballooned and filled the back of his throat, cutting off his ability to breathe in the process. The fennec's hysteria grew all the more intense as a dramatic surge was released down his gullet. His body tried to cough it up, but did nothing to stem the flow as it rushed to fill his lungs and stomach. In only moments he felt full to bursting, his gut distended several inches, the skin stretched taut. Tears welled in his eyes as his desperate struggles lost strength, the power sapped from his muscles for lack of air. His vision blurred and dulled, and with each passing moment he grew increasingly lightheaded.
What more, as the fluids pumped into his system took hold, every nerve ending they touched flared with confusing, painful signals. His muscles convulsed, then finally fell limp as a rag doll. His death grip on the metal tube released, and his arms swung down to his sides, caught and coated, knees buckling at the same time. All his weight was held in place by the forceful swelling that filled the back of his throat. The fennec expected to pass out, but was not allowed that escape. Rendered momentarily blind, he was left with only the experience of the intense sensation that rocked his form. Throughout the ordeal a single question rang in his mind.
"Why?"
The rising tide reached his groin and poured into his loosened sheath, the chemicals soaked through its delicate flesh, and joined the stuff that pervaded him from within. Every strand of fur the sludge touched had long since melted away and left his skin bare to its relentless assault. It was not long before the inescapable slime swept up past his neck and over the back of his head. A mask was formed rapidly, fit skintight to his narrow skull. With no regard to his well-being, the intrusive goo flowed into his ears and coated them right to the tips. In a similar fashion it rushed into his mouth and nose, and even filled in his sinuses. The procedure only took the better part of an hour, though to Zeke it felt as though days could have passed.
All the while doctor Mertezi stood watch at the controls, vigilant, to make sure everything went just right. The fluids pumped into the fox consumed him from within, his every cell destroyed and remade into a soft, pliable substance that had the scent of latex. His fur and skin underwent a similar transmogrification, made into a tough and resilient hide of pristine white. The claws on his paws and feet retained their shape, though they were little more than rubber nubs. Even his eyes did not escape the change, altered to be solid light green pools. The one and only thing on his entire body that remained the same was a loop of steel, a hafada piercing at the base of his sheath, now embedded in his latex hide, unaffected by the process.
With just a few keystrokes the metal tube was retracted from Zeke's muzzle, and he fell to his knees with a thud. Some of the remaining goop on the platform splattered to the sides, then sank back into the thick mess. Moments after, a grating under the floor opened and deluge of hot water was pumped into the chamber to wash the excess away. It sprayed all directions and flushed most of the stuff down the drain, though left behind a slick film on the inner surface of the glass. Though the rinsing was somewhat jarring, it was more of a relief than anything after the experience of his transformation. Once the cycle was complete, Dr. Mertezi opened the chamber once again.
The fennec was only mildly aware of his surroundings, more groggy than anything. "Welcome back!" Victor exclaimed with a smile on his face, his paws clasped together in front of him as he stepped around the console and stood beside his employee. It was many long moments before Zeke regained his senses and looked up to the Doctor. Normally he was not a violent person, but a flash of rage over this painful violation took hold of the fox, and he gathered his strength with the intention of throwing himself at Victor to vent his fury in the form of a beating. Though he managed to gather his feet under himself, and slid the edge of the platform shakily, no matter how hard he tried his body would not respond to his angry commands to lash out. The vulpine found himself free to move in any other way, but he seemed completely incapable and unable to strike at the man who caused him so much pain.
"Good, good. Motor skills seem to be working well enough. Come on out," Doctor Mertezi motioned him to follow as he stepped back, "stand up straight. Good, and stretch your arms out to the sides," before the fennec realized it, he was doing exactly as he was told, compelled to do so. Every move was accented by a small creaking sound. In an attempt to protest, his muzzle opened to speak, but it felt as though his vocal cords were paralyzed. "Touch your nose," the rabbit motioned to one arm then the other, and he followed suit. "Ah, splendid. Keep your muzzle open wide and tilt your head back slightly. Now hold still." No matter how hard he tried to disobey, his body simply would not. Each motion was automatic, autonomic, like a reflex.
From his pocket the doctor produced a steel tongue depressor and flashlight. With one held in either hand, he examined inside the fox's mouth. Zeke's teeth had taken on an almost spongy consistency and compressed relatively easily, though bounced back to their former shape with ease. Contrary to his pure white surface, the inside of his maw had been left pink, as had his tongue, which had gained a slick, smooth texture. Satisfied, Victor pulled away and stepped back.
"Everything seems to have gone okay, by the looks of things. Oh, you can relax now," Doctor Mertezi waved a paw dismissively. "Tell me, are you experiencing any discomfort right now? How do you feel?"
"No, I..." The fennec's anger had not subsided, though he began to feel increasingly puzzled and afraid for his lack of control. "I think I'm okay. Angry, confused, frightened." His voice had an odd quality to it, as though spoken through a fan. "What just... What just happened? What did you do to me?"
Victor's smile grew. "Just the fulfillment of the first part of your contract. It was all spelled out there in black and white, had you bothered to read it. Your friend, Jeffrey was it?" Zeke nodded, "is a friend of a friend. I was informed of your situation, and, out of the kindness of my heart, I offered to help out. Of course I needed something return, so that is where you came in. Consider your debts paid in full for a good long while." Upon silent feet, the rabbit made for the exit, and motioned for his new rubber assistant to follow, who squeaked on the tile floor with every step.
It was only a short journey, but through it all Zeke was in a haze. His mind played and replayed the events of that day, right back to the paperwork just hours before. Nowhere did he remember anything in the documents about him being turned to rubber. As he walked, the fox stared at his hands, an astonished look on his face. His pawpads retained a textured surface, though nearly everywhere else he looked was as slick and glossy, pristine white. His fur had never looked so bright. The surface of his new flesh caught and refracted the lights around him, and he could not help but watch the reflections trail up his arms. Zeke's gaze trailed down further, he was made suddenly more aware of his nudity. Between his legs the fox's sheath was swollen and heavy. Even though he was far from aroused, his shaft stood partly at attention, its dark pink, canid tip stood out against the rest of his body.
Everything felt bizarre. The fennec had long since grown accustomed to his soft fur, loose and flowing over his small form. In stark contrast, this new flesh was tight and restrictive, like clothing that was several sizes too small. He took a moment to look under one arm, back at his long tail. It had undergone the same drastic alterations as the rest of his figure. With a simple motion, he coiled it around his side, and clutched the tip against his chest nervously. Though it retained some of its malleability, and compressed when squeezed, the sensation from it was all wrong. Rather than soft and fluffy brush that he had groomed for so many years, it seemed filled with thick and viscous gel, as was the rest of his body. Every little motion carried with it the sound of a squeak of some form or another, gone was any semblance of stealth, and his large sensitive ears just reinforced that idea all the more.
"Here we are," Doctor Mertezi had led him to a door, though the fox had not paid attention where he was going. As they stepped through, Zeke saw his roommate Jeffrey seated across the windowless waiting room. He seemed to have been reading magazines that were set on the table, each of them related to bondage and sex toys in one form or another. Though the newly transformed fennec saw the devious smile on his friend's face, and expression that the white wolf only ever had for the past few days, the vulpine cast away any worry, thankful for someone familiar after such a traumatic event.
It was when they all met at the center of the room Jeffrey spoke up, though not with any words that Zeke had hoped for. "Wow, that looks... Awesome." The lupine was clearly awestruck, though did not look a bit surprised. A look of pride grew on Doctor Mertezi's face as he watched his latest work's appraisal. Jeffrey circled closer on bare feet, momentarily hesitant to touch the pristine white fox, and with every passing moment Zeke's trepidation grew, until finally he gathered enough courage and strength to speak.
"Jeff," his voice retained the odd choppy quality, "did... you know about this?" His tall rubber ears flattened out to the sides of his head, and he looked up to the wolf with a hurt pout, but his question was brushed off.
"What's with his voice?"
"That is an unfortunate, and unavoidable consequence of the conversion process," said Mertezi, "beyond that though my instruments show him to be basically perfect. As per our agreement," he continued, "I will expect regular status updates from you about him, along with video to watch his element and change over the coming months. Other than that, he's all yours."
Zeke tried to interrupt and speak up, "months? Wait, what are you t...ack!" His words were cut off by a sudden, though brief, pain centered entirely within his ballsac, as though they had been squeezed for just a moment.
"Oh, of course. I already bought a couple of cameras with the advance you gave me," the grinning wolf beamed and turned his attention to the increasingly nervous fox, a hungry leer on his face, "and I plan to put them to very good use, thank you." Jeffrey had circled closer to Zeke as he spoke, eyeing him more as a long sought out prize rather than a person. Step by step he moved until he stood directly behind the shorter fox, and he finally bent over to address the tense vulpine.
"Surprise," a small chuckle resonated in the taller wolf's chest as he settled both paws on either of Zeke's shoulders, who tried to shrug off the touch and move away. Claws digging into his rubberized flesh stopped him in place. He wanted to speak up, but words failed him. Instead Jeffrey continued, "you have no idea how long I've waited for this." With a rough shove, the lupine flipped his prize around, muzzle to muzzle, and looked down over his nude form. Their eyes met, and a feeling of dread flooded the fennec's mind. "I want to get a real, nice look at my new toy." Once again Zeke was about to speak, but he was shushed immediately, and though he managed a single syllable, the same momentary pain from earlier returned and made him shift uncomfortably.
Victor looked on at the pair with a feeling of pride. "I shall leave you two to it. There are other projects I need to get back to." The Doctor started for the door, "would I be right in assuming you know your way out by now?" Jeffrey hummed in affirmation, though his gaze did not shift from Zeke for an instant. "Right. Have fun then." With that, he exited the way he came, and left the lupine alone with his catch.
Zeke managed a quick word, though not without the usual consequence of his speaking out of turn which made him wince, "why?"
Jeffrey sneered, his paws clasped around the fennec's thin upper arms. "Why?" He mimicked the question incredulously. "You really have to ask why?" As he spoke his grip tightened, "I fell in love with you the day we met five years ago," his blunt claws made dimples in Zeke's surface, "over and over again I dropped hints. I took you out to movies, treated you to meals. Hell, I even let you stay living with me for the past months free of rent. Until now even I was starting to go into debt, but did you ever return my feelings?" He pulled the flat eared fennec close, nose to nose. "Not even once. You always ignored me. The most I ever got was a teasing display when you bent over, or a brief peek when you leave the bathroom in nothing more than a towel." His sneer softened, but looked no less threatening, "but now," Jeffrey stood tall once again, "now I have you all to myself." He released his grip on the fox and moved to the side, pouring his gaze over Zeke's every little detail. The fox moved to step away, but was stopped in his tracks with a simple word.
"Stay."
Though he retained control of his muscles, that familiar pain in his sac returned. It had begun to feel like a case of blue balls, though for the moment his mind was on anything but, rather he wracked his brain for some way to get out of this.
Like a hungry predator, the wolf began to circle Zeke. With only a delicate touch, he traced a pair of claws up his toy's neck, "I've always been nice, always let you make the decisions, gave you the best seat in the house." The unwelcomed attention continued up the sensitive rim of his long ear, which sent a shiver rippling through his body. "Now it's my turn to be in control." Jeffrey's touch came full circle, until his paw settled heavily atop the fennec's head. The wolf was by no means a bodybuilder, but he had always been stronger than Zeke. He resisted the push down consciously, at least until the lupine spoke up.
"Down."
His resolve wavered, and finally broke as the discomfort swelled in his groin with every moment he remained on his feet. Both paws rushed to his ballsac, clutching at himself lightly in a futile bid to relieve the problem. It was then he came to realize what was the matter. In those brief moments his transformed testes had grown heavier, and swelled subtly in his grip. Every moment he remained defiant the effect accelerated, and the pressure increased. His solid green eyes screwed shut tight, he bit down and clenched his jaw hard, only to have his teeth compress, made completely harmless. Soon he literally could not stand it any longer and dropped to his knees with a muted thud upon the cool tile floor, his feet splayed out behind him, pink pawpads visible.
"Good boy."
The word sent a flash of anger through Zeke's head, but he was thankful that the swelling had stopped, even reversed for a moment, though the disconcerting tightness remained. His physical strength had left him, and he was left panting, trying to recover. Slowly, he sank further, until he yipped in surprise and jolted upward a fraction; his hefty balls had touched the cold floor. This put his eyes neatly on level with Jeffery's belt loop.
"Hold still." With that order, Zeke's body momentarily froze beyond his control. "Now," he continued, "I could order you to bend over and take me under your tail," the wolf rumbled momentarily, "or force you to give me a good pounding, but no." Jeff clasped his digits about the base of the fennec's ear, "where's the fun in that?" He asked plainly, not expecting an answer. "Instead," a smile crossed lupine's face once again as he shook his head, "instead I'm going to break you down little by little, until you're begging me for it, and," he punctuated each word by pulling the fox's muzzle closer, until his nose was buried right against his sheath, the thin material of his pants the only barrier between the two, "You'll. Love. It."
A heady, musky scent saturated the material, and the rubber fox tried his best to not breathe it in, though that seemed an impossible task. "You may move freely, because I want," he made sure to make direct eye contact, "a blowjob." The sudden lack of paralysis jolted his small form, and he gasped sharply, the sharp intake of air carried with it that masculine odor, one he had never paid any attention, or even noticed before then. Thanks to his transformation, the scent had been magnified. What more, every intake of air caused a small, but disturbingly good feeling chill down the back of his neck.
To hasten the process, Jeffrey popped the button of his pants, and pulled his zipper open, his form nude underneath, sheath immediately in front of the fox's nose. Its effect was immediate. A powerful, pleasurable shiver echoed through Zeke's body, and a long familiar rush filled his sheath. Though no longer made of flesh and blood, his shaft swelled all the same, soon half free of its home, the surface cool and glistening with slick fluid his new form produced.
The fox did his best to ignore the scent, but it seemed to draw him in like a magnet. He closed his eyes and tried to shift his attention to anything else, then was startled as he felt a moist heat settled directly against his nose. In surprise he inhaled sharply, and his eyes flew open, where he found himself with his nose buried directly against the tip of Jeff's sheath, several fingers of his thick, wolven cock exposed. Without pulling away, the fennec filled his lungs again through both his nose and maw; the intoxicating aroma strong enough for him to taste. He loosed the breath as a shuddering moan, jaw drooped, and was helpless to avoid more with his next inhalation.
"That's a good fox." With a firm and insistent grip, the dominant male pulled Zeke up by his elastic ear, claws dimpled into the glossy material visibly, until the vulpine's lithe muzzle was a fraction away from the tip of his exposed shaft. Foreign feelings welled within the fox, desires that repulsed him, things he would not even imagine just a few scant hours earlier.
That grin plastered on Jeffrey's face, a smug look of satisfaction, disturbed him all the more. "Mmmm, there ya go. You love that smell, don't you. I bet you can't get enough of it, eh?" The wolf released his ear but, even though he was free, Zeke found himself unable to pull away; he did not have the willpower. With a gentle whine, he remained there in limbo. He tried to avert his gaze as best he could, but they were drawn back unerringly to either the lupine's shaft, or up to his eyes.
With a deliberate motion, Jeffrey looped a thumb at the crux of his sheath and stomach, then thumped his tip against Zeke's white nose with a quick push. As if by reflex, the fox's tongue darted free, licked the spot clean, and then went back for seconds before he knew what he was doing.
"Oh, the little fox likes it, hmm?" He spoke in a condescending tone as he placed his free paw over the dome of his toy's skull, palming it no different than he would a ball. Zeke shook his head no, but found it increasingly difficult to resist. "Aw," Jeffrey slapped the vulpine's nose with his cock once again, "are you sure?" A pathetic whimper was his reply as Zeke fought to control himself. His internal struggle was made all the more difficult when the wolf pressed his length against the foxes gaped maw, then swept it one way and back again, painting his lips with his pre, which sent chills all through his rubbery body. "Because it looks like you love this." To drive his point home, the lupine angled his tip forward and placed it simply atop Zeke's tongue. Its flavor gave him a terrible thrill, impossible to deny or ignore any longer.
Hesitantly his slick tongue slid forward, pressed firm against the invasive shaft. The fox tried to detach himself from the moment, though it became more and more difficult as his palette was saturated. He closed his eyes, but could not block out his roommate's deep moans, and demeaning words of encouragement.
"Such an obedient, slutty fox you are." Jeffrey rumbled in satisfaction as he stared down at his prize, whose pink tongue slipped from his maw repeatedly to lap out toward his sheath. With every touch the wolf grew firmer, more turgid, and watery pre began to spurt from his tip, directly into Zeke's muzzle. Then, in a show of restraint, he pushed the fox's head back, and pulled his hips away so that his shaft was just barely out of range.
Against his better judgment, the fennec strained to reach it, but was held in check. Anger flushed his ears. His rage stemmed partially from the way he was treated, from the lust that built within him, though more than anything it was his loss of control. Zeke wanted to stand, to punch Jeff and storm out, but he could not even manage to stop his tongue.
"Aw, what's the matter?" He spoke down once again. "Does a little foxy want something?" The wolf flexed and sent a jet of musky fluid through the air, which splattered over the bridge of his toy's muzzle. Zeke crossed his eyes and watched it drip down to his nose, shaking as he tried to control himself.
"Well, look at that. Somebody is excited." Jeffrey's attention had turned momentarily to between the rubber furs legs. The vulpine's length stood hard at attention, and his balls ached with scarcely contained pressure. With a sinister grin, the dominant male shifted his weight and slid his foot forward, dragged his toe claws up over the over swollen mounds within the fennec's sac, then hooked a toe into the piercing at the base of Zeke's sheath and gave it a tug down. Though this freed his swollen knot, it did nothing to help. If anything it only made him more aware of how desperately worked up he had become.
"Touch yourself. I know you want to." Jeff's demand sat a heavy in Zeke's mind. Though he did not want it to be true, the urge to grab and stroke himself was almost overwhelming, made worse by the swelling ache in his testes. It took all of his willpower, but he managed to fight it. His eyes screwed shut, and his paws balled into fists. Behind his back, his toes scrunched, and his heavy tail twitched as he fought to retain control, but it was a losing battle. Little by little, as the musky rod was teased under his nose, his hands drifted to his crotch, and then squeezed his knot between them, which brought with it a fluttering moan and a series of rubbery squeaks. The fox's entire body shuddered heavily, and his hips twitched rapidly. So lost in his ministrations, he did not notice Jeffrey's absence.
The white wolf had moved just a few paces away, and took a seat in a nearby armchair, legs splayed. Jeff ogled the vulpine stroke himself desperately and could not help but smile at his feeling of power. He knew all too well that the fennec would not get any form of release until he allowed it, and he relished the long sought after sight for the better half of a minute, before he let out a shrill whistle to get the fox's attention. Zeke turned to look, though he could not stop his paws.
"I'll bet a foxie wants to cum, doesn't he?" He continued without waiting for an answer, "well, little fox, that is not gonna happen unless he crawls over here and swallows my load." With an ear to ear grin, Jeff angled his red and throbbing shaft toward the lust-fueled vulpine, exposed right down to the base of his knot.
Zeke whined pathetically, helpless to his desires. With a shame-filled, heavy heart he dragged himself shakily to the awaiting lupine, who cooed to him, and pet over his ears encouragingly when he drew close. Finally, he placed one paw on the seat between Jeff's legs, and took the offered shaft into his maw, while the other returned to his own, digits wrapped around his latex length.
"Mmmm... good fox," he settled one paw atop the back of the fennec's head and encouraged him deeper, until his glossy lips kissed the base of his canid knot. Jeffrey released his sheath with the other paw and used it to massage over Zeke's sensitive ear. "Very good," he moaned. "Get your paws up here to help out that talented tongue of yours."
Though he was reluctant, the latex fox could not bring himself to disobey, he was just far too pent up. He released his needy member, and used it to wrap around the base of his former friend's paw-filling knot. Soon Zeke's tongue got to work once again, licking over the tender flesh. Small jolts of unwelcomed pleasure hit him every time he swallowed the musky fluid that gathered in his maw. As he continued, the grip on his ear tightened to a painful level. The material twisted in Jeff's grasp, but this did nothing to be at the intense, loud moaning that echoed through the, otherwise silent, room.
Without a word of warning, the lupine moved his large foot-paw over to Zeke's groin. He used the tops of his curled toes to angle his toy's shaft up against his stomach, then with a deliberate motion he straightened them, claws dragged over the almost hypersensitive rubber skin, then pushed against it firmly with the ball of his foot, his pawpads wrapped around the desperately needy length. He bore down on it hard enough that Zeke skidded back for just a moment, then held there as his toes curled once again in pleasure.
The fox was beyond any rational thought. Every touch, painful or pleasure began to feel good. He wanted it, needed that attention, anything to give him that release he craved. Soon Jeffrey found himself just as eager to cum. The white wolf shifted his grip, his claws dug into the base of either ear, and used his superior size to his advantage. Zeke's head was jerked hard, and his nose slammed against the knot before it. He pushed the vulpine away, then yanked him in again, grunting with the effort. They settled into a rhythm in moments, though the fennec could do little more than lick with abandon, and hump meekly against his new owner's foot.
Jeffrey pulled the fox's face tight against his knot then, with enough strength to stretch his long rubbery ears, he forced the bulb into Zeke's mouth. With such a small, lithe muzzle the swell was much too large to fit comfortably. His tongue was pinned to the bottom of his mouth, barely able to squirm. His jaw was stretched open wider than it it had ever been in his life. His overclocked nose was flush with the wolfs sheath. Worse than anything, the tip was pressed right to the back of his throat. The pressure made him gag, the convulsions milking the engorged cock, and he found himself unable to draw breath. His body screamed at him instinctively to do something about it, even though his new form no longer required oxygen. The miniscule quantity he did manage was so laden with sheath musk it made his head swim.
Finally, the lupine could not take anymore. He could hold back no longer. With a clutch tighter than ever the wolf slammed his hips forward and growled, body quivering with strain. Then, with a satisfied gasp, his seed flooded up his shaft and erupted straight into Zeke's gullet. Jet after heavy jet shot from his cock in the most intense orgasm of his life.
His trigger pulled, Zeke too was brought to a powerful climax, though different from any he had ever experienced. He felt thick cum well up through his shaft, then burst from his tip, straight into the crevices between Jeffrey's toes. Even more recoiled back out of his foxhood, and diluted into the other fluid within his body.
The experience left Zeke in a haze for several minutes, and all the while he barely managed a lungful of air, every tiny gulp thick with the masculine aroma. When he finally came to, Jeffrey was slumped back in his seat, panting, arms limp, still tied with his aching muzzle.
Unwilling to do any more than necessary, Jeff pulled his messy foot paw up, planted the ball against the fennec's gut, and gave him a slow, forceful push. After a few moments Zeke's jaw stretched wide enough to release his knot, and the moment it did so he was thrown back, flat out on the floor, his legs in an uncomfortable position. With strength to do little else, he gasped for air, coughing as the abundant semen went down the wrong tube.
"Wow..." The wolf spoke between deep breaths, "you are going to be great to have around the house."
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This one was darker than my usual fare, but still very fun to write. Like many authors, I love feedback of any form.
From start to finish this was written with voice to text software.
Thank you for reading! ^^