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For two hours during the night the storm continued to slam into Markis Island, the tourists safe behind their storm-proofed buildings. For those in the high-rise hotels it meant that they could go down and enjoy the pools, casinos, and other forms of entertainment that could be found in the same building. For those in the bungalows, like Hale, Bryan, Slyph, and Archer it meant that they were huddled around the television for the night. They had gone from playing video games to watching movies that the hotel had stored on the entertainment console. Despite it being an action movie Slyph had fallen asleep on the couch with half a beer in his hand while Archer continued to be distant. Hale didn't mind though, he and Bryan had decided to share the couch and the arctic wolf had feigned exhaustion in order to lean his head against the husky's shoulder.

"Oh my god, finally!" Archer suddenly shouted, which caused all three of them to wake up from their varying states of sleep and looked at him. "The storm is letting up and I was invited to a party by a couple of hot chicks from the lagoon pool."

"You're going to risk your life in what could be just a lull in the storm to a party that might not even be happening just to meet up with a couple of chicks that you just met?" Bryan asked.

Archer just smiled as he grabbed his poncho and walked out the door, able to see that the rain had indeed diminished significantly since the storm began. "Now that's desperate even for him." Hale commented as he paused the movie. "What do you think is going on in his mind?"

"Maybe it's because he's starting to get fat." Slyph replied. "In any case, I think I'm going to take our crazy friend's queue and go out as well. While I'm not going to a possibly non-existent party, there are a few indoor waterparks that might have some stuff going on. Do you guys want to come along?"

"Oh, I don't know." Hale shrugged. "Someone should stay just in case our unexpected new roommate wakes up. You two can go though, I'll just keep watching movies."

Thankfully for the white-furred wolf Bryan declined as well, which meant that they both said good-bye to the leopard before he headed out the door. The two settled back to watch the movie, although when Hale went back to resting his head against the husky's muscular shoulder he could sense his friend's body twitch from the contact. Almost immediately Hale shot back up against the couch, not making eye contact as he felt his entire body flush with embarrassment. "I'm going to go check up on our patient." He said quickly as he excused himself from the situation.

Hale sighed openly once he was away from the living room, trying to figure out what the hell he was doing. It was fairly obvious that his friend had no real interest in him and that any indication otherwise was possibly just made up in his head. He started to wonder if he should give up the hopeless pursuit and go somewhere else. His thoughts turned to Loki, the handsome Tasmanian Tiger that he had met earlier. There was no denying that he was at the very least interested in him, if only for a bit of flirting. The thought of openly flirting with another guy that he just met though made him nervous, especially since he had never really done such a thing before...

As Hale checked the bedroom all concerns of his relationship were pushed to the back of his mind as his eyes widened slightly. "Bryan!" He shouted back, the husky quickly beside him with his own mouth open in amazement. The black fox was gone, nothing left in the bed but a puddle of a strange black substance that trailed to an open window. The two furs slowly and cautiously stepped into the room, looking around to see if perhaps their guest was still nearby and waiting for them. When it appeared that no one was going to jump out at them, Hale closed the window as Bryan examined the black material.

"It smells like... rubber." Bryan commented as he tentatively pressed a finger against it. "It's solid, but the way it's spread out like this means it was probably a liquid at some point."

"We should really try and look for him." Hale replied, peering out the window. "He already passed out once during this storm, if he does so again and the storm kicks back up then he could be in a lot of trouble."

"Agreed, but how are we going to do that?" Bryan asked. "This complex is huge and he could be anywhere."

Hale sighed as he knew the husky was right, the fox could have escaped at any time and be anywhere on the island. With only the two of them it would take forever to search the streets, but if they had help... the wolf knew it was a longshot, but he picked up the phone and called the bungalow that Loki said he was staying at. On the third ring a rather gruff voice picked up, then immediately got off the phone when Hale said who he was and who he needed. After a few seconds the voice of the Tasmanian Tiger came over the line, saying "well well, I was hoping that sexy white wolf I met would be interested in hanging out."

There was a brief pause as Hale get flushed with both embarrassment and slight arousal at Loki's compliment. "Actually, I was wondering if you and your friends could come and help us find someone that we were taking care of."

"Mmmm, I guess we could go play a round of 'find the drunk'." Loki replied with a small chuckle. "We'll meet you at your bungalow, just give us a few minutes to get weather appropriate."

Hale agreed and hung up the phone, then informed Bryan that they would be joined by another group and to just wait until they showed up. "That's great." Bryan said as they sat back down on opposite sides of the couch. "By the way, who's Loki?"

As Hale explained the brief run-in he had with the LGBT group and Loki in particular at the grocery store, he couldn't help but notice that the husky no longer kept eye-contact with him. There was a twinge of something that he couldn't quite put his finger on, an emotion that he had rarely seen in his friend before. He began to worry that the mere mention of other gays had put him in an uncomfortable state, which meant that he would never be able to come out to him if he wanted to keep their friendship. The only reason he hadn't tried saying anything to him was that he wanted to keep that bond more than anything, even if he had to pretend a bit to keep it. So when the now terrified wolf finished his explanation he quickly followed it up by asking if he wanted to play a quick game before the others arrived, hoping that the distraction would take his mind off the possible disaster that was about to come.

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Like many of the bungalows that dominated the beach of Markis Island, the one that Archer had arrived at was turned into a party spot for college kids to get drunk together. He had no idea who the actual people that had the room were; the entire area was packed with people who wore little more than swimsuits as they danced to the music. There was also no sign of the reason why he was there in the first place, the cute pair of tiger girls that he had met during the day. It didn't bother him though; there was plenty of young, virile flesh to go around. Most of the girls he scoped out were already half in the bag, flailing about on the makeshift dance floor with their drinks in their hands. But, while he wasn't picky about his conquests, he decided to wait and partake of the drinks first before he settled on his first attempt for the night.

As he mixed a drink from the nearly decimated table of beverages he stopped suddenly, a hand going to his stomach as he felt it grumble. The fox grimaced, in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't have tried to make a dinner out of pizza rolls and beer, but when the storm was in full gear they couldn't go out to the all night restaurants and buffets that were around the island so he decided to try and wing it. Now it appeared it was going to cost him as he began to feel slightly bloated around his midsection. After a couple seconds though the feeling had passed, the fox taking a deep sigh of relief as he resumed his prowl.

As the night wore on Archer's stomach soon became one of several problems that cropped up. The longer he stayed in close proximity to the other partygoers the hotter he began to felt, moreso then the usual body heat transfers. He also noticed that despite his energy level being high he was having trouble focusing on anything in particular. It was like his head was stuck in the clouds, though the music grounded him a bit he found his mind wandering more than once. The worst though was with the ladies, even though several had practically thrown themselves on him he couldn't find the usual arousal that drove him to a lust-fueled bump and grind that ended with his needy tool parting their delicious folds.

After he had nearly been there an hour though his stomach came back with a vengeance, which quickly prompted him to seek refuge in one of the private bathrooms that each of the separate bedrooms had. He covered his mouth with his hands as he felt the all too familiar pressure in his stomach rising up his throat. Strangely though, as he nearly dived into one of the few empty bedrooms it didn't get any further than that, the pressure stopped right in his throat as he tried to wrench the door open.

"Whoa!" A surprised, green scaled dragon said as he nearly toppled into Archer, who fell to the floor. "Sorry about that, are you ok? Name's Sean."

Sean blinked a few times as the fox didn't respond, merely standing up and looking him up and down. He stood there awkwardly as the other fur seemed to look him over. What unnerved him the most were the fox's eyes; they were a pure black color that looked almost alien to him as he tried to get around him. As he scooted around him he was suddenly pushed back against the wall with surprising strength, taking his breath away as Archer approached him.

"Hey, uh, I'm not-" The dragon didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence as Archer's muzzle pressed against his, causing him to gasp. That was all that was needed, Sean's scaly cheeks bulged as something long and slick pushed into his mouth. He tried to fight against his attacker, but the fox's body was as rigid as stone as he continued to keep him pinned against the wall. His eyes widened as he felt the invading appendage delve deeper into his body, then begin to flutter close. Soon his arms stopped flailing as the dragon's body went limp, their kiss continued as his scaly throat began to undulate as though he were swallowing something.

Archer suddenly blinked, his eyes returning back to their normal coloration as broke away from the kiss and looked around. Between him and the wall was a dragon man that he had never seen before, a stupid grin plastered on his face and what looked like a red substance on his mouth and teeth. As he backed away the dragon got up and started to walk out of the room, his expression dazed. The situation gave him pause, but only for a moment as once more he felt his midsection tremor.

"What's happening to me?" He asked himself as he got to the bathroom, supporting himself on the sink his body began to tingle and grow hot. With one hand still on the cool porcelain he ripped off his shirt with the other, his jaw nearly dropping to floor at the watermelon-sized bulge that had grown unnoticed in his abdomen. From it large tendrils pushed his skin out like roots, stretching over his chest and back and down into his thighs and groin. Now that he was aware of them he could almost feel them branching out through his entire body, the timy filaments of rubber running though his skin like a web.

You were able to spread, despite bucking our control... he suddenly heard in his mind, the foreign intelligence pushing its etheric tendrils into his mind. You are ready for full conversion...

"Oh god." Archer said in horror as the mental block around his memories began to deteriorate. He remembered what the other fox had done to him, the tentacles that assaulted him as the creature's corrupted fluids soaked into his mind and body. As he continued to recall his own body seemed to react, the pressure he had felt in his throat returning with a vengeance before it surged upwards. He desperately clasped his hands around his throat, dropping to his knees as he tried to keep whatever the creature had implanted him with from getting out or getting back up to his brain.

All Archer wanted to do was cry out for help, but even with his mouth open wide only the slightest hint of a whimper escaped. His red and white fur began to fall to the floor around him as he fell, especially in his chest as his body began to expand. He could feel his pants begin to tighten around his frame as his entire body felt like it was being assaulted from the inside out. With his hands he kept the growing pressure from his neck down, possibly sparing his mind as well. If he could just wait it out, then perhaps someone would find him and get him to a hospital...

Suddenly he felt his back muscles stretch and pop, his spine expanding as he felt his body push upwards. He grew almost a foot in the span of several seconds. In the back of his mind he knew that his efforts had been in vain, the rubber that dwelled inside him had already began to assimilate in his body. Soon scraps of cloth from his pants littered the floor along with his fur, his chest heaving heavily as the now bare skin writhed and boiled. All he could do was watch as rubber began to leak from every pore in his body, coating his skin with a glossy red and silver shine. He rolled and squirmed as the pile of hair around him increased with each shake of his body, even his headfur that he so desperately tried to protect began to shed away.

Please... leave my mind alone. Archer pleaded in his mind, unable to speak as his body gained another half a foot in height. The tentacle-laced muscles that had swelled so haphazardly finally began to settle, his normally lithe body growing more and more ripped by the second. Even battling for the last shred of his body to stay his he couldn't help but notice that his form had become perfectly chiseled. Even his cock, which he thought was adequate by most standards, had surged out into a foot long monster that jutted away from his body. His rubberized tail split into three as they waved wildly between his legs, one of them wrapped around his cock which caused an undeniable shot of pleasure to run through him.

Archer felt himself losing control, his rubber-clad hands relaxing and moving away from his throat. His back arched as the source of the pressure burst forward from his stretched maw. His skin bulged around his face and head as the rubber that plagued his body moved upward, more tendrils slithering out of his nose and ears as the one in his mouth formed a fox-shaped mask on the end of it. Once the rubber invaded his brain once more he was assaulted with both pleasure and the same commands he had before, to just relax and obey... how good it felt to do so... every time his thoughts wondered in that direction he was rewarded with a small jolt of pleasure, as well the redemption of some movement of his body. It was an even better sensation then the tentacle-tail that continued to stroke his cock, any thoughts of fighting back melted away as he began to deliberately repeat the commands to receive more and more of that delicious feeling.

As the red rubber began to bleed into his eyes the fox began to wonder why he fought his conversion in the first place. How much better will it be without his pesky thoughts getting in the way, he wondered as he stood up, now that someone thought for him he would be far easier to serve his masters. An old thought screamed at him that this wasn't right, but as he stared at himself in the mirror that last conscious, free-willed moment was sucked from his rubber-assimilated mind as his transformation completed.

From the neck down he was the perfect rubber fox drone, ready to serve in any way as he flexed his new muscles experimentally. His body had shed its weak organic nature, which would have been inadequate to serve anyway, and his fur had been completely replaced with a wonderful rubber coating of red and silver. The only thing that was missing was his mask, which was pulled onto him by his mouth tentacle. As the rubber sealed itself to his head and to the tendrils of his face he felt complete, his eyes covered by a silver visor as his mouth and nose were sealed shut. There was no need for his mouth or nose anyway, since he lost the inconvenient need to breathe or eat the only thing it would be used for is to convert others or give oral pleasure.

What is your will? Archer asked telepathically through his new network connection, seeing a command box appearing in his vision. There was nothing in his registration, seemingly no master to give him orders. While that usually meant he would stand in a stock pose until he was designated one a command appeared, one given to him by the thing that had only moments ago stolen his mind and body from him. The task was simple enough, the rubber drone eagerly turning to the door in order to fulfill it as soon as possible...

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Meanwhile Dax and Renian walked through the rain-soaked streets of the beach-side resort, dressed in only their swim trunks as they made their way to one of the many indoor swimming pool bars that they had come to frequent. The sound of lightning still rumbled on, signaling that more was coming soon and they had to move quickly. As they crossed a river between two of the bungalows however, they saw something that caused them to pause and peer onto its darkened banks. "Is that... a body?" Renian asked, the human-dragon hybrid looking over at his friend, who merely shrugged as they continue to stare dumbfounded at the possible figure down on the sandy banks.

"We'll just call security when we get to the bar." Dax said as he started to move across the bridge again.

Renian, however, decided to ignore the panda's suggestion and hop over the wooden railing, easily dropping the few feet down to the sand below. As he started to move forward he heard his friend right behind them, both moving towards what is now unmistakably a body. At first they feared that their vacation was about to be spoiled by the discovery of someone who had died during the storm. The body was covered only in a lab coat, and as they carefully turned him over what they saw caused them both to gasp and back away.

The black fox was completely naked, his bloated stomach quivering as black liquid poured out of his mouth while underneath the bulging flesh was a thick cock, nearly ten inches long and fully erect. "He's not breathing!" Renian shouted as he fell down to his knees beside the limp body. He had been a lifeguard for years and knew how to preform rescue breathing, first tipping the head to the side to clear out the excess fluid of the apparent drowning victim. "Call the clinic!"

"I'm on it!" Dax pulled out his cell phone and began to call, but as Renian began to breathe into the unconscious fox's mouth. To his surprise he couldn't even call out, not even getting a dial tone as he looked at his smart phone. It was as if his phone couldn't even search for the signal, even though before the storm he could easily make texts and search the internet. "Renian, my signal is getting blocked, I'm going to have to go and physically get help. Renian?"

The panda's attention turned back down on his friend, finding that he had his lips glued to the fox's face in what looked like a deep kiss. Dax rolled his eyes, the disaster apparently averted as he put his phone away once more. Even though he had never known that his friend was interested in dudes he knew that college was a time for experimentation. He just wasn't sure that doing so with a naked, half-drowned guy in a river bed was the best place for it. At first he thought he would leave the two lovebirds alone, but the rest of his friends were waiting for them at the pool bar and he didn't feel like explaining it to them. He told him he could bring his rescued fox if he wanted, but when he still didn't respond to his verbal jab he began to move closer in curiosity.

"Renian?" Dax asked once more as he leaned down and shook the hybrid. The two didn't even budge, save for the bulge that had formed in his friend's jeans. "Renian!"

Dax grabbed Renian by the shoulders and pulled him up as hard as he could, this time he pulled him up as hard as he could to wrench his muzzle away from the fox's. As he did so his breath caught in his throat, his jaw dropping in horror at what he saw. Their lips parted with a thick squelching noise as the hybrid's head flopped back; a thick, blue, semi-solid tentacle connecting between their mouths. The part-dragon's eyelids fluttered open and only the whites of his eyes could be seen as the rubber tentacle continued to pulse and push into his mouth and down his throat. The panda grabbed his mouth as he scooted backwards, his hands sinking down to his wrists in the waterlogged sand as his brain screamed at him to run.

Eventually Dax's body managed to catch up to his brain and he started to get up, only to find himself unable to move his hands out of the sand. His panic intensified as he kicked and struggled against his unseen bonds, trying to pry himself out from the suction. When he finally managed to get one of hands out he was terrified to see his entire fist enveloped in a thick black tentacle that pulled it back down into the sand. Looking over at the fox and his friend, whose stomach began to bulge out by this time as the fox's shrank, he saw the terrible truth; the fox's three tails had buried themselves under the sand. With the two restraining his wrists he looked around for where the third could pop up, only to get his answer as he felt something prod against the back of his swimtrunks before they were pulled downwards.

Dax's first instinct was to scream, to try and bring help to him if he couldn't go to it, but as soon as he drew in breath to do so the tentacle seemed ready for it and pressed passed his tight ring of muscle in one thrust. The result was his scream turning into a gasp, his legs kicking up into the air as his hips were pushed forward. His entire body save for his hands hovered an inch above the ground as the shiny appendage continued its rush into his body, and every time he tried to once more call out for help the tricky tentacle withdrew or pushed in suddenly and turned it into a noise of pleasure. The panda became powerless as his body tired from trying to escape the tentacle that had invaded his body, especially since his stretched hole experienced no pain as the cool rubber slid in.

"Renian..." Dax called out weakly, his pleasure soaked body lying defeated on the sand with his now-exposed cock jutting out from his body. The hybrid appeared to be completely lost, having stripped his clothes while the panda tried to flee and had positioned himself over the corrupted fox's cock. Instead of sliding down, however, the large black piece of fox meat wiggled in the air before it shot upwards, not only penetrating his friend's tailhole but also oozing up his taint and enveloping his own cock. When it finished it looked like he was wearing a rubber speedo that was way too tight, though he could see the tendrils inside massage against the erect member.

As the panda watched his attention was turned to his own groin, the black rubber doing the same thing to his own groin. He clenched his face as a new wave of stimulation washed over him, this time from his six inches as the sensitive flesh was relentlessly assaulted. If he wasn't scared out of his mind it might have been an enjoyable experience, if not a little weird as he could feel the rubber tentacle in his tailhole push further and further into his body. He even let out a little moan despite himself as his hips bucked against the stimulation.

A muffled groan from Renian brought Dax's attention back to him, though he continued to pant as he tried to resist the nearly unbearable pleasure that was being wrought upon him. The hybrid's body bucked as he no doubt came to orgasm, every muscle in his body twitching and convulsing. After a minute though his friend didn't stop, the shaking growing worse as his muscles seemed to start to bulge as they spasmed. Dax gasped as he watched his friend's skin and scale split, a full-body layer of blue rubber scales underneath it as his body continued to change. His face had originally been completely human but as the tentacle pulled back it stretched out into a muzzle, horns growing as a second layer of rubber flowed out from his mouth and formed a tight-fitting mask complete with visor. As the tentacles continued to withdraw his body seemed to settle, the former lanky human/dragon hybrid now a well-muscled, rubber-suited draconic anthro.

Dax tried to scream at the fox, enraged even beyond the level of pleasure given to him by the tentacles at how the monster changed his friend. Unfortunately the numbness that seemed to accompany the tentacle in his body had reached his lungs, which made it hard to even breathe as the black fox looked at him, then at his former friend. The dragon's tongue lolled out to a near impossible length as his mouth opened, starting to approach him with a toothy grin on his face. At the same time the tendrils that had surrounded his cock kicked into overdrive, the black fox merely watching as his tails continued to assault him.

"Please... Renian..." The panda pleaded as he panted, hoping the hybrid was still there somewhere and would help him escape in the nick of time. Unfortunately it appeared that wouldn't be the case, the dragon's new cock stretching forward to get at Dax as his back arched in pleasure from an offshoot of the tentacle in his tailhole pressed against his prostrate. That was all it took, his overtaxed body no longer able to handle the pleasure and releasing his load into the awaiting rubber. The wave of euphoria that followed caused him to nearly black out, though he managed to keep himself awake.

Though after a bit Dax wished he had just passed out, since now he was able to watch as his fur began to fall out, the rubber that enclosed his crotch spreading up his chest and down his legs like wildfire. The tentacle in his body seemed to explode into millions of tendrils as well, now not merely content with penetrating his body but assimilating it as well. The changes quickly shot towards his head, though they were about to be beaten to the punch as the dragon's cock began to push past his lips. The rubber cock quickly settled into his mouth as several more smaller tentacles began to snake out onto the panda's face, pushing into his nose and ears before he felt himself fading away... able to feel the first drops of the coming rain on his face before it was covered in rubber. As he surrendered himself to his fate he heard a voice in his mind, strangely soothing to him as he felt his free will and personality drain away from him...

Relax and obey...