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Something in the Colours

Quinten & Story (c) Russet'12

Aira Aira

Climbing the short ladder out of the deep bath tub Aira resisted the urge to shake his body. It felt odd, unnatural to just let the water covering him drain through his fur. The pool Quinten had made him stand in was an odd one, part shoulder high bath tub, part shower cubicle... the hare had filled it with warm salt water and had Aira climb in. Next a powder had been sprinkled over his head, a shade of royal purple he'd been made to rub into his blue and white fur as best he could whilst it stained the water. After several minutes of this, Quin drained the pool and used the shower head and a specialised brush to help comb and work the dye deeper into Airas furry body. Shivering a bit in the cool air of the studio Aira ran his paws over his frame, the process had worked really well. He now had purple fur from head to toe, a shocking all body change from his usual pale blue and the whole process had taken less than an hour. He was interrupted from examining the rich, purple liquid looking state of his body by Quin speaking up.

Looking up at Aira from where he was standing in the shower/bath cubicle Quinten waved with his free hand toward a free standing contraption. "Step between the fur dryer, legs and arms spread and let it dry you off." Aira paused before moving off, blushing as he found himself checking out Quintens body again. He was tall and thin, lanky would be the best term with long powerful legs. He was also only wearing a very tight, revealing speedo. A modest piece of clothing he called it so he could work on Airas full body dye job without ruining his clothes. Quintens own work is what had attracted Airas attention to the shop, dyed orange the bunny was an enchanting sight. A dusty burnt orange coloured the fur of his feet and ankles then slowly grew lighter as it travelled up his body. Thighs were a light sunset orange, his stomach a brighter shade again the sort youd expect from an actual Orange. His muzzle and ears were literally fluorescent, day glow neon orange; he had then added yellow bands around his ears that matched the colour hed dyed his dreadlocks. The yellow pattern was picked up on his shoulders as two tight swirls of colour that spiralled down his arms to engulf his wrists. He was bright, exotic and Aira had been jealous from the moment he saw him.

Standing in the gun-metal structure the male fox shuddered as the heat from the drying device baked the moisture out of his fur slowly. The damp patches slowly faded and he was left fluffy and purple. "So what do we do now Quinten?" Turning around, shivering as the warm stream of air blew through his tail fur the fox watched the damp bunny clamber out of the dye-bath. He soon joined Aira in the dryer.

"We add the details; you wanted the same style as me right? The fading from dark to neon itll take about an hour, maybe two to complete the shading work and this stuff will last until your fur grows out."

Frowning Aira wriggled his ears, "You said something about soap being available to help wash it out sooner?"

"Oh sure," Quin responded with a wide grin, slapping Aira warmly on the back, "But I guarantee once I am done youll be coming back to ask me to fix you back up when it grows out. Now then" he pointed toward a stool that had been placed near the main workbench; "Sit down if you would and Ill get straight to work."

Aira obediently sat himself on the stool and watched as Quinten starting to mix powder and water together in a large device on the floor. A pipe came out of it and was attached to a silvery trigger mechanism. A bit like a cross between a gun and a hosepipe nozzle, "What is that for?"

"Air brush, easiest way to apply dye to you" he grinned and stepped over to stand behind the fox. "Now hold still whilst I get to work. I'll be using a mix of the air-brush, brushes and a variety of paints."

"Ok then well... ooh cold..." he shivered as Quin started to move the brush back and forth, the fine spray of paint settling into Aira's fur with ease. It felt a bit peculiar and there was a faint scent that tickled his nose. Quinten hummed gently to himself as he started to get to work with earnest, using the air-brush to layer on the dye then a special set of brushes to help layer the new colour into Aira's fur down to the skin. As the bunny worked the scent that was coming from the paint grew stronger, it was a nice mixture of peppermint, liquorice and something he couldn't name. Warm and pleasant that tingled the back of his throat and cleared his sinuses as he breathed through his nose. Quinten encouraged him to close his eyes so he could work on his face and muzzle and as he moved down over his neck and shoulders Aira decided to keep them closed. It was so very relaxing, every touch and stroke of Quinten's brushes over his fur felt nice and the rich scent he was breathing in was and aid to clearing his mind. He barely registered when Quin had him stand up so he could work down the back of his legs, he just stood there eyes closed, breathing lightly as Quinten applied the colours to his body with skill and professional courtesy.

"Aira," the voice seemed to come through haze, "Aira open your eyes for me."

Blinking the fox stared into Quinten's own eyes, the soft amber orbs fixing on his own. "Mmhmm Quin... are we... finished."

"Nearly, just one more thing to do now; tell me how are you feeling?" The hares voice was rich, a strong tone that cut through the fuzz filling his head and got his attention.

"Good... relaxed, youre really good at painting folks, can I see it now?" A part of his mind spoke up that it was weird Quin was holding his head so close to Aira's but it was a small part. He just felt too relaxed and chilled to really be bothered by it.

"Soon Aira.. But first... listen to my voice for me, can you hear it, raising and falling, the tones in your mind. My voice... that is all you need to focus on my voice, listen to me and start to sleep." The orange hare's voice was deep, and melodic, every word was like a tone that made Aira's mind sway. A deep hypnotic rhythm swaying him back and forth, back and forth idly, it felt good.

"Now Aira you need to retreat, retreat deeper, let the outside worlds fade away, let everything go. Relax your muscles, relax your mind, and sleep... sleep Aira... let go of your limbs. Your limbs are mine now" The hypnotic tone, the steady cadence of the hare's voice was all Aira could concentrate on. He was already relaxed the scent filling his nose during the painting had seen to that. It would cause no harm to let go, to relax further and listen to what the bunny had to say. His voice was so melodic, the rhythm constant, a gentle, caressing, cajoling warmth all he had to do was listen, listen and obey.

"Now Aira... you are not in control of your limbs, or your body. Sleep deeper, leave your heart... let it beat on its own. Deeper... leave it behind. Stop breathing, your body will breathe for you. You do not need to interact with it, you do not need to do anything but sleep."

It was odd, he couldn't feel his body anymore; all that mattered was Quinten's voice, his ongoing instructions to retreat. To fall deeper, to leave his body behind, to slumber and rest until everything felt as if it was wrapped in cotton wool and there were no cares remaining for him.

Smiling to himself Quin watched the slumbering fox, satisfaction etched across his muzzle at what he saw. He'd done an excellent job of creating a banded, blended purple fox out of Aira. Much like his own orange dye job the male now changed from a dark royal purple along his legs until it faded to a lighter shade across his stomach and chest before lightening again to bright day-glow neon purple over his head and muzzle. He'd then added details, green tips to his jagged hair; zigzagging lines of bright lime green down his arms and then he'd painted his claws green just because. It was a very vivid, lurid look but it would fit in with the raver crowds at the local clubs. Especially once he had the fox in the appropriate clothes but first there was just the small matter of making sure Aira's mind was suitably re-educated to accept his new lot in life as a raving clubber boy.

"Now listen to my voice, let your mind open, embrace this state, for now you will meet Strobe. He is you, a part of you that is asleep like Aira sleeps now. Only one of you can be awake at any one time, Strobe has been sleeping in your mind but now that you are relaxed and asleep you can wake up. Strobe you can hear me yes?"

Aira nodded his head once and mumbled a nearly incoherent yes, "Good, Strobe is a clubber boy. You live for dancing; you live for showing off, under the Black-lights, raving with glow sticks to the greatest tunes. You love to dance, you love to party and you love to show off; only I can make your body look right though so you work for me. You agreed to be my slave, my model, my obedient dancer boy. In return Id make you perfect for dancing, the brightest colours, and the coolest and tightest pants." Quin paused in his recitation letting Aira repeat it back to him and then he repeated it, again and again. Slowly the hare started to build up the new personality he was giving Aira, adding layers and depth. He wouldnt just be a hypnotised pretty boy hed be woken up; hed have character and belief, conviction, style and co-ordination. It took several hours but eventually Quinten was satisfied, the new trigger words had set and he would be able to plunge the fox between personalities with a simple phrase.

Settling back on his haunches Quin grinned at the boy sat before him, he was still out of it but it was time to test it. Drawing a deep breath the hare spoke the words that would wake the sleeping vulpine back up and put him under his control. "You are Strobe"

Blinking and shaking his head to clear it Strobe stretched his arms and legs out and then caught sight of himself in the mirror. His face split into a huge grin and he bounced up to his feet, twisting and turning this way and that to get a good look at his new colour scheme. Looking over at the waiting hare he perked his ears up and smiled warmly at the bunny, his tail flying back and forth happily.

"I look rad Master, damn I am good looking." stretching Strobe swayed his hips from side to side and smirked, "So... do we get to play now?"

Shaking his head Quin leant over to catch the fox's ears and pulled him in close for a proper kiss. "Later at the club, we got to get dressed up and get down there. I want to see you dancing, I want to be there dancing with you and then well once we're nice and hot and bothered we can," Quins eyes ran up and down the nude foxs frame, "enjoy ourselves." He motioned for the newly programmed fox to follow and led him out into the shop to pick outfits for tonights venue.

The outfit the hare chose was bright and tightly hugged his body with shameless abandon. A pair of thigh length lycra shorts clung to his butt and crotch outlining everything in a way that left little imagination needed to guess what was inside. He then tugged a string vest made from UV reactive fibres over his chest, a light white colour in the normal light and over that he shrugged into a simple short-sleeved over-shirt that had a pattern of fading orange that were similar to the design dyed into his fur. Strobe was a bit more daring; he picked a snug pair of speedos that clung to his crotch in a tighter manner then Quins shorts. Metal rings around the leg holes of his flimsy garment let a series of long strips of reflective blue fabric dangle around his legs. They gave the illusion of a pair of tattered and ripped trousers that showed off his legs to their best. He then complimented the outfit with a pair of glow-stick bracelets and a snug collar of leather with a pink glow-stick hanging from it and left it at that. He did however artfully muss up his hair with a handful of styling wax and once he was satisfied with it leant on the hare, posing in the mirror to admire his body.

"Fuck me I feel hot... you sure we cant.... oooh," he trailed off as Quin walked a finger down to Strobes crotch and played his fingers expertly over the bulging shape of his sheath.

"Later Strobe... later," Quin smiled at the hypnotised fox, happy with the way the personality was taking root. Hed slipped into the role of horny, eager raver boy perfectly so the hare wasted little time in getting him out and into his car. He had just strapped himself in and was about to start the engine when Strobe leant across from the passenger seat and grabbed a fistful of braids. Bending Quins head down the fox kissed him whilst his other hands walked down to caress the lycra bulge between the hares legs. Groaning Quinten squirmed around as best he could to twine his fingers into the dyed purple fur of the foxs chest. They held the kiss for a good few minutes, tongues tangled together in a deep muzzle locking hold that neither wanted to be the first to break. Quin made Strobe draw back with a gasp in the end by slipping his hand under the waistband of Strobes speedos and letting his fingers stroke the foxs thick sheath. Letting out a low growl of pent up frustration Strobes hand went to the buckle of his belt but before he could free himself and pounce the hare the engine came to life. The car was pulling away from the shop leaving the fox to squirm in his seat with a partially hard shaft tenting the soft fabric of his outfit.

Smiling Quinten gave his new toy a side-long glance, a bright teasing grin and then reached left as if to change gear. His hand closed around the front of Strobes crotch however and the fox was left whimpering and squirming as Quin teased his hand up and down over his thickening shaft, fingers squeezing the beginnings of his knot into life. He kept this up during the short drive down to the sea-front, the hare pulled his speedos down and wrapped his paw about the stiff fox cock. Gentle fingers ran up and down the length of Strobes cock, tugging, teasing, stroking until the horny boy was left arching back in his chair and whimpering as he felt his balls drawing up and his knot swelling.

"Quin... Quin please going to cu... cum!" he squealed and arched his head back against the head-rest, thumping it several times against the sturdy fabric as he blew his load all over the glove compartment.

Strobe was left panting and trying to stuff his cock back into his speedos as Quin parked the car and stepped out into the cool night air.

The fox had just got himself decently back inside his skimpy clothes when his door opened and Quintens hands closed around his ears. Forcefully pulled sideways his muzzle was pressed into the thick length of the hares cock as it jutted out from his shorts and Strobe wasted no time closing his muzzle around it and sucking. It didnt take Quinten long, in the darkness of the car-park with the cool breeze from the sea playing over his rump whilst warmth encased his cock the hare humped eagerly at Strobes maw. Egged on by being in public, the thrill that anyone could walk up and see them was exhilarating and soon had the bunny blowing his load into the foxs throat.

"Good boy," Quin murmured as he came back down from on high, settling onto his paws and grinning. "Come on, lets go dance." The large, dark warehouse that was their destination soon loomed out of the darkness as Quinten led the horny purple fox away from the car. A quick conversation with a bouncer by one of the quiet side-doors, some notes changing hands and they were inside, slipping through the back-entrance of the converted warehouse and onto the main floor.

Catwalks criss-crossed the ceiling laden with lights that were directed at the large dance floor that filled the centre of the venue. A packed mass of dancing, grinding, swaying bodies filled the floor with people coming and going all the time between the large bar that wrapped around one end of the room or slipping into the dark booths around the edges. In pairs, quarters or trios people slipped onto the dark leather and drew the heavy curtains for privacy. Strobe ignored the bar, the groups of beasts slipping in and out of the booths and made a beeline for the dance-floor. This was his element, this was his place and Quinten was right there beside him as they both launched into the dance together. The lights over head made their fluorescent coloured heads glow, the reactive materials in their clothing light up brightly and the music helped to carry them into the thick of the crowd. The two were in their element, dancing, long lithe bodies grooving and swaying, arching, twisting, turning and swaying to the dance. Quinten kept his eyes on Strobe as they danced, a bright smile painting the hares muzzle as he admired and adored the way Strobe was showing off his body. The long strips of glowing tape swaying around his legs revealing all as he jigged in time to the deep, rumbling bass thump of the music. He was grinding on people, paws teasing and stroking the curve of peoples arms, their hips and sides as he twisted, span, swayed and rocked out to the music showing off, exhibiting his body for all to admire. Quinten was little better, grinding and grooving in a provocative, teasing manner that matched Strobes stride for stride, sway for sway. A small space slowly opened in the centre of the dance floor and the pair of brightly glowing raver boys came together, grinding and sliding their bodies against each other, encouraging the crowd to follow their moves and wild abandon. The fox had really given into the personality Quinten had created for him. Whilst Aira slept Strobe was showing off for all to see and only growing more excited, more exuberant in his dancing as more and more people started to pay attention to them. It was going to be a very long, very hot night and Quinten wouldnt have traded it out for anything else and now... neither would Strobe.

~fin