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Glennjam One Grand Story Commission

By Cimmaron Spirit

**WARNING: Here we go again. Latex goo TF, clubs, drinking, hypnosis and introducing a new character that you will see sometime in the near future. That should suffice. Oh, and no one under 18 or if it's not legal in your area blah blah blah. Enjoy!**

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The bunnolf fidgeted a bit as he looked around the crowded dance floor, before downing another drink on the bar behind him. The ever-looping techno beat pulsing through his body and mind. The flashing strobe lights and lasers playing over the tightly packed crowd of male furries, ranging from a massive, chubby bear in leather chaps and harness holding a perky husky in a Japanese schoolgirl outfit by a leash and collar, to a pair of lithe otters that could have been twins in nothing more than tightly packed thongs making out. He could feel himself getting turned on by the sensual display, the lightshow and the music, hence the fidgeting. He played with his long black and cyan colored hair, flipping it over his shoulder before adjusting his small fishnet shirt and black cargo pants. If he was lucky...

"Hey there cutie," a smooth voice whispered into his long ears, making them stand up right. He turned around to see a brown colored stallion, which, unlike the other patrons of the club, was dressed rather formally: a white colored shirt and an open brown trench coat that hung down almost to his ankles. He looked tired, a bit world weary, but his white-toothed smile was genuine. There was something... off though. His fur looked almost too smooth, like the rubber the bear was wearing. Maybe it was just the light or the drinks he's had that evening.

"My, what a handsome horsie," the bunnolf replied, giggling a bit. The bunnolf slipped a hand to brush against the front of the horse's pants, touching flesh that was constrained only by the black dress pants. "Something I can help you with?"

The horse nickered, before reaching a hand around. "Before we do anything like that, what's your name?"

"Glennjam, Mr. Sexy Stallion." The horse smiled again as Glennjam's attention was distracted by something to the other side.

"Meet me out back, five minutes. Then we can have some fun." Glennjam turned back around, only to see that the horse had vanished. He couldn't even see the black mane in the crowd. He shrugged, before slipping off his barstool, and slowly made his way out back. The short bunnolf stumbled a bit, bumping into grinding gay furries having a good time, before he at last reached the door that lead to the ally behind the club.

He stumbled outside, and instantly the cool night air hit him, making Glennjam shudder.

"Alright, where is that horse..." the bunnolf asked, before a hand touched his shoulder. Glennjam yipped and turned around to see the horse behind him, holding a golden pocket watch, which slowly swung back and forth, drawing Glennjam's eyes to it.

"Listen to my voice, don't take your eyes off the watch," the horse commanded. A small part of the bunnolf screamed to don't do as the horse said, but Glennjam couldn't take his eyes off of it... he needed to listen, to watch...

"Very good, Glennjam. But that is not your name anymore. You don't have a name. You are a slave. You're going to be a good slave boy, aren't you?" the horse asked in a monotone voice. "You're going to please the stallion and do whatever he asks, won't you slave?"

"Y-yes, I will do whatever the stallion wants..." Glennjam replied in a similar monotone, if a pitch or two higher.

The horse grinned, still waving the watch in front of his and his hand still on the bunnolf's shoulder. "Good. You don't want to be part bunny and part wolf anymore, do you?"

"No, master," Glennjam replied, eyes still fixated on the watch.

"You want to be like your master, right? A big, sexy stallion?"

"Yes master, I want to be a big, sexy stallion."

The stallion grinned, looking down to see his hand melting, spreading a black latex goo over the bunnolf's shoulder. Glennjam was so deep in his trance that he didn't feel the warm latex run over his body, quickly coating the bunnolf and his clothes in a latex cocoon. The clothes slowly vanished, until the bunnolf was standing in a black latex nude, his cock erect and drooling a black latex pre. Glennjam's body began to shift, growing taller and spindly, his average sized penis growing larger and gaining a flat head and medial ring. The soft tail that has halfway between his heritage of a bunny and a wolf grew longer, gaining individual strands that flickered gently in the evening breeze. His feet began to harden, the toes melding together to form hooves, pushing ankles upward to allow the transforming latex horse to walk properly.

Glennjam's muzzle pushed out longer and thicker, teeth enlarging and ears shifting smaller and to the top of his head. The latex hair grew longer and formed a mane, the latex now allowing the first patches of cyan to return. The rest of his body slowly changed from black to light purple, while his chest returned to it's white color. The fishnet shirt returned, though still as small and tight as ever, while the cargo pants had been replaced by a small skirt with nothing underneath, showing off the tight hole at the back and the hard, drooling cock on the front.

The horse grinned as he pulled his arm away, the transformation done. He allowed his own clothes to change, the trench coat and white shirt disappearing to show off a well-toned chest and abs, and the pants changing into a thong with a huge bulge that jutted out obscenely large from the horse's groin.

"Good slave, you've pleased your master," the horse said, stopping the swinging of the watch and holding it in his hand. "You're now mine forever, slave, but I know you aren't going to complain about it. Go back inside and find me another good slave." The former bunnolf nodded, before walking back through the door, flaunting his new equine body for all to see.

The horse chuckled, looking at the watch in his hand. "I hope Cimmaron won't mind getting a harem of latex horses." The latex creature grinned as the pocket watch began to be absorbed into his body. "I love his form."