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Eric sat motionless in his car, his nerves getting the better of him as the soft pounding of the distant bass music rattled his windshield. He picked his head up, staring at the entrance to the infamous nightclub as people came and went. The neon signs shining in the window briefly illuminated the words "Anything Goes!" every couple of seconds.

Eric leaned back, looking over at the other side of the street across from the parking lot where police cars constantly sat, unable to extend their reach within the nightclub. The concept had intrigued Eric. No pictures or footage of the inside had ever really surfaced online. He had heard a few stories about the place. Apart from the occasional theft or act of violence it seemed like it would be an experience unlike anything he had ever seen. Taking a deep breath and leaving his phone and other valuables in the car, Eric opened his door, stepping out into the brisk night air.

The sound of the music from the nightclub became louder as he continued to approach the front door, his heart racing as he passed a few others, none of them giving him a second look. He stepped up onto the curb, placing his hand on the handle of the front door. The windows to the building were heavily tinted, and Eric could only see the smallest hint of multicolored lights shining from within. Voices started to pick up behind him and, getting anxious, he pulled on the door and stepped inside.

The atmosphere engulfed him immediately. The place was completely packed, people were crowded around in groups, some dancing, drinking, others talking amongst themselves. Eric spotted a bar on the far side of the room and made his way over. He spotted a few instances of people trading small packages to one another, and thinking of what could be inside them made Eric smirk. Feeling at least two attempts to pick his back pocket, he was relieved he decided to leave his things out in the car.

Feeling a little more confident now that he had made it into the door, Eric approached the counter and, not wanting to make too much of a fool of himself to the bartender, simply pointed to one of the taps nearest his seat. The hyena man behind the counter nodded and grabbed a glass, pouring him the drink without asking for an I.D, not that Eric was underage, but the knowledge that no laws applied here was both an intriguing and unnerving concept.

The man slid him the glass of beer, which Eric took and nursed as he swiveled in his seat to look around the room. It was hard to focus on just one place. A fight had broken out on the far side of the room, with a white wolf throwing a fist at a younger looking tiger, their fur streaked with thin red trails of blood. Over to the left of them stood a croup of girls around his age passing some sort of cigarette between them, and there were more than a few people in the room that were not wearing any clothes.

Taking a glance to his right caused Eric to accidentally meet the eyes of a man holding a drink near the counter. He shyly averted his gaze, busying himself in his drink before glancing back a few moments later to find that he was still watching him. The man straightened up from leaning against a pillar and started to walk over. Eric felt his heart start to pound as the man came to a stop right in front of him, he wasn't quite sure he was ready to socialize with any regulars here.

He was a fox, his fur a reddish orange with a white underbelly, not that it was easy to tell. There were patched of many different neon-bright colors all across his body. The right side of his face dyed pink, part of his arm dyed green, with blue and purple on his tail, but that was all Eric could see. The man bent down towards him, placing a finger beneath his chin and gently lifting his face to meet his own.

Eric took a quick nervous breath, the scent of the fox's breath filled his nostrils, an aroma with notes of the fruity drink he was holding. Not sure what he was expected to say, Eric fell silent, hoping the situation wasn't being too awkward.

"Well now..." the fox said, a grin splitting his face, "You strike me as a newcomer." He sat down beside Eric, his brightly colored tail wrapping around him, "I'd be more than happy to show you the ropes." His voice lowered to that of a whisper as he leaned his head close to Eric's, brushing his paw against Eric's face.

Unsure whether he felt excited or uncomfortable at the fox's advance, Eric just mumbled something incoherent under his breath, holding the man's paw with his own hand both to appear friendly and to get him to stop touching his cheek. "What uh... what do mean, show me the ropes?" He asked, nervously glancing around. He noted, with some confusion, that there seemed to be a few scattered people watching the exchange with mischievous grins. It made Eric uneasy.

"Why don't you just come with me?" He answered, placing his drink back down on the counter, leaning in so close to Eric's face that his nose brushed against his upper lip, "I wouldn't want to ruin any surprise."

"I uh, think I'm good, actually..." Eric muttered, leaning away from the fox, his heart starting to race a bit as the sound of crude chuckling reached his ears. "I really just, I wanted to uh, just see what it's like in..." he paused, the fox having pressed his lips against Eric's while he was talking, making him shuffle out of his seat and back away, "w-what it's like in here, so I'm just going to leave... now." He said, turning away and starting to head towards the exit.

The brief relief he felt from distancing himself from the man vanished a second later when he felt a strong yank on his arm. He stumbled, turning to see what had happened when a blur of movement briefly swung over his head. It had only been a split second, but when Eric looked down to his neck he saw a thick leather collar being fastened firmly around his neck. He grabbed the thing and started to pull it off when a loud click reached his ears.

He spun around, his mouth hanging open, to see the fox with his arm outstretched, one paw holding onto a long leather cord that led directly to the loop around his neck. Eric glanced down, feeling at the collar with his hands, searching for a clasp or buckle so he could take it off, but he could not find one. He met the fox's eyes, they were narrowed with smugness, the scene had drawn a few onlookers and Eric had the impression they had seen something like this before.

Eric felt his cheeks redden in humiliation. He stepped a little closer to the fox so he could whisper in his ear. "Listen... I really think I have to go now, could you take this thing off?" He asked. The fox snorted, shutting his eyes and shaking his head.

"Why would I do that?" He asked, at full volume, sliding his hand up the cord of the leash until his paw was right up against Eric's neck. "Getting rid of my toys would just be... wasteful." He said after a pause, bushing his palm over Eric's face.

The situation becoming stressful, Eric turned from the fox, intending to make a break for it. He took one step away before grabbing the leash and yanking as hard as he could, launching himself in the other direction. The cord became taut instantly. The fox, apparently expecting this, wrapped his wrist around the cord, planting his feet and held his ground as Eric was pulled off of his feet.

He slammed into the ground, back first, his neck aching badly. The sound of cruel laughter echoed around the room, and Eric immediately reconsidered his though to call for help. The fox leaned forward, glee in his eyes. "Why don't you get up and come with me someplace a little more private?" He asked, clearly having no intention of helping him up, "Soon, if possible. I can, and will, drag you there." He added, twirling the leash between his fingers.

Eric, hoping to save whatever dignity he had left, struggled back to his feet, staring down at the ground in humiliation as he felt his collar tug off in front of him, he reluctantly followed in the direction he was pulled. The fox led him, weaving through a bunch of people that immediately parted for them. Eric could tell he was being watched, but he didn't seem to have much choice in the matter.

The music around them seemed to subside. The cramped crowed begun to thin as the colorful fox led him around a couple of corners. Eric looked up, there were only a few scattered bystanders now, each one among the most frightening people he had ever seen, leaning against the walls and watching him with blank expressions. Having somehow avoided the though before, Eric suddenly began to consider that he had no idea what the fox had in store for him. His immediate thought was that he was to be used to satisfy the man's lust, but the atmosphere of this section of the building inspired darker thoughts in Eric's head.

His heart not racing in panic, he picked up his pace, getting closer to the fox and intending to plead with the man when he stopped short, causing Eric to collide with him. The fox simple glanced in his direction, that same cruel grin on his face, and reached into his pocket to procure a key. Eric looked at the door before them, a simple label adjacent to the door read "Glen".

The fox, presumably Glen, slid the key into the lock and opened the door. Eric was dragged in behind him, trying his best to resist but unable to compete with the strength of the fox. The door shut loudly behind him, making Eric jump and yelp a bit in shock. He looked behind him and took a few instructive steps away from an enormous rhino man that stood next to the door.

Glen handed the end of the leash over to the muscly rhino. "I'm going to go change. Would you please prepare my guest?" Eric gulped, feeling his skin start to sweat in fear as the silent and terrifying rhino grabbed the cord, nodding once as Glen walked off, pulling open a door to their left. Eric kept his mouth shut, horrified of what the rhino would do if he tried to resist. The huge man stepped off to the right, leading Eric towards a huge bed that he hadn't noticed before.

It looked to be king size, the sheets as brightly loud as the colors of dye on Glen's fur with green, yellow, and pink swirls. The rhino heaved Eric onto the bed with minimal effort, looping the leash onto a hook on the wall above him before pulling a knife out of his belt. Eric started to scream, scrambling away from the man as he grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close and sliding the knife under his shirt.

Eric squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for pain that never arrived as the sound of tearing cloth rang in his ears. He looked down, his vision blurred with tears, to see his shirt being unceremoniously cut off of his chest. The rhino took his time, shredding his clothing off of his body as he was stripped naked.

When the man was finally done, the took a few steps away to a chair near the bed, slumping down in it and leaning his head back, leaving Eric alone and naked on the large bed, bound by his neck with the collar. Eric slumped down, feeling completely humiliated, helpless, and defeated. He tried to pry the collar off of his neck once more, but upon catching sight of the huge rhino blocking the exit, realized he had no choice but to sit back and endure whatever was about to come his way. The door on the far side of the room creaked open, Glen stepping back out into the room.

He was naked. The colorful dye splotches seemed to spread across his whole body. Bright neon colors decorated his chest, stomach, legs, and genitals. Eric felt an admittedly foolish pang of embarrassment at seeing the fox's privates, as the gravity of his situation paled in comparison. As he slowly walked closer to the bed, Eric could sense that there was something... off about him.

Glen reached the foot of the bed and heaved himself up, crawling across the sheets over to Eric before sitting down a few inches away from him, stretching his body out a bit and watching him, as though waiting for something. A strange movement caught Eric's eyes and his gaze was drawn to the fox's ear. It took him a couple of seconds to register exactly what he was seeing, but his heart sunk in horror once he did.

The fox had decorated his body in makeshift jewelry, Eric had spotted his earring move upon first glance and only just realized why. A person, specifically a gray wolf, dangled from Glen's ear, he was the size of Eric's thumb. The tiny shrunken man was naked, his wrists bound together, and the loop of his arms was strung through the fox's pierced ear, leaving him struggling feebly as he hung from the fox's head.

Eric simply stared, his mouth hanging open in shock as Glen made a coughing noise, gesturing to the rest of his body with that same smirk on his face that he always had. Eric followed the motion, his dread skyrocketing as he realized that the wolf was not the only one.

A shrunken human hung from the fox's other ear, this one not even bothering to struggle. There were more all over his body. The fox had fashioned bracelets by wrapping micros around his wrists, a small strand of leather stretching from their hands to their feet. There was one hung upside down as a necklace, a cord tied to each of his feet. One was simply bound to the fox's upper arm, her face completely buried into his armpit. Finally, Eric spotted a tiny white cat man, his arms and legs wrapped around the fox's tail, in such a position that his body would be wedged into the man's crack if he ever lowered his tail.

Eric could barely comprehend what he was looking at. The fox chuckled to himself through his teeth, keeping his mouth shut as Eric took in all his squirming and struggling accessories. Glen turned towards him, bending in close to Eric's naked body, and brushing his paws against his genitals. Eric cringed, wanting to kick the man away, but frightened he would hut one of the poor victims that were bound to his body. He slid his paw around Eric's head, gently getting a hand full of his hair and pushing his head closer to his own.

"Now." He said, his voice strangely slurred, "How about a kiss?" He opened his mouth. Eric shouted in alarm. The fox stuck out his tongue, revealing the reason for his sudden lisp. A lizard man stuck out from the fox's dark black tongue, his arms and head protruding from a tongue piercing. The man, being of the same size as the others that decorated Glen's body, was soaked with the man's saliva, his scales glistening as the lower half of his body dangled from underside of the tongue.

Eric leaned away, unable to stop staring at the pitiful creature, his flailing arms sliding uselessly against the fox's tongue. Glen, clearly enjoying himself immensely, slammed the lizard's body against Eric's cheek, licking him across the face and dragging the helpless micro with it. Tears glittered in Eric's eyes once again, looking directly into Glen's face. The colorful fox shook his head ruefully.

"Are you ready for you initiation?" He asked, his voice still slurred as his tongue piercing squirmed for freedom. Eric could not answer, only able to stare at the fox in horror. Glen smiled at him, reaching above for the leash on the wall. Eric caught sight of the leash's handle, noticing a small button that Glen hovered his finger over. Glen waved to him, the micro bound to his wrist whining and flailing as she was tossed side to side before the fox pressed the button.

A quick stabbing pain shot through his neck. Eric yelped, feeling something being injected into his body, before dizziness almost immediately took him over, and he felt himself slump down on the bed.

Eric woke up some time later, his head feeling thick and groggy. A blissful ignorance clouded his head as he looked around knowing he recognized his surroundings but unable to piece anything together. Some huge landscape in front of him shifted in movement, and bit by bit, his confusion lifted.

The memories poured back to him, the nightclub, the fox, the tiny shrunken people... He looked around, wondering what was going on, before realizing that something was holding his whole body pretty firmly.

Realization struck him, and he screamed. The huge rhino man was holding him, his whole body sticking out of his clenched fist. Glenn sat before him, his body the size of a building. He felt his heart plummet in despair, realizing that he had been shrunken down to the same size as the victims he used as jewelry.

Glen, seeming to notice that he was lucid once more, smiled wide and leaned down to him, his lips parting just enough for him to see the lizard man that was stuck through his tongue piercing. The lizard man that was now the exact same size as Eric was. Glen's tongue lashed out towards him, the slimy black appendage slid across his face, leaving him sputtering and gasping. He squirmed in the rhino's grip, straining himself with feeble and useless efforts to escape. He felt himself grow exhausted almost immediately, feeling far weaker than he had before he was drugged.

Glen slid farther away from him, sprawling himself out on the bed, face up, his voice booming in Eric's ears as he spoke. "Alright. I'm ready." He said, apparently giving orders to the rhino, as the man holding him stood up, lifting Eric high into the air, and crossed the room. Eric watched as he lifted up a tube with his other hand, dangling Eric between his fingers as he pointed an open nozzle towards him.

The tube compressed and Eric felt a viscous liquid squirted onto his lower body. The rhino held him firmly, rubbing his coarse fingers over his naked body, applying what could only be lubricant to every available inch of him. Eric whimpered involuntarily, his situation too dire for him to truly grasp. He had no idea what to do, no idea what he possibly could do. He couldn't have been more than four inches tall now, trapped in a room with two nightmarishly sadistic men that had unthinkable plans for him. He found himself wondering what where he would be placed on the fox's body to flaunt as nothing more than a decoration, before he remembered the man using the word "initiation".

The rhino brought him back to the bed, his legs and stomach now slick with the lubricant that coated him. He felt an overwhelming sense of vertigo as the rhino lowered his body, the man climbing on to the bed and inching closer to the colossal and colorful fox.

Glen, seeing them return from across the room, leaned back, parting his legs and laying his tail down flat on the bed. The white cat micro unfurled from the fox's cheeks shook his head, fighting against his bonds. The rhino man lowered his body further, dangling him just above the fox's groin, leaving Eric unable to see any more of him than what was between his legs.

Glen reached his two massive paws between his legs. He used one to pull his genitals back, pressing them against his stomach, leaving the other one free to part his butt cheeks, stretching the colorful fur off to the sides and giving Eric a plain view of the pitch black sphincter between them. The rhino shifted his grip, pinching his legs together with one hand while the other held him straight. Eric felt his body lurch into motion, guiding him towards the fox's tailhole.

Eric started to scream. This could not be happening, this simply could not be happening! He did everything he could to fight against the giants. Nothing he did could even slow the rhino down, the grip on his body was too firm to do anything about it. Eric continued to scream, his throat getting sore from the intensity of it. His heart hammered in his chest, as his movement did not cease. He felt warmth around his bare feet, and could not help but look.

He focused on the scene just in time to see his feet vanish into the body of the huge fox. The sensation seemed to come a moment later, the hot tight sphincter squeezing around his toes and the force from the rhino's push glided his lubricated legs right inside. He moaned in despair and thrashed, trying to push himself back free, tears now flowing freely from his face. He still could not believe this was anything but the worst nightmare he had ever endured.

The heat from the fox's anus was sweltering. The tightness of his rear pressed hard on his legs, shoving them forcefully together as his bare feet parted the tight tube of muscle that he was being forced through. The hot rippled flesh slipped across the soles of his bare feet, forcing his body to lurch involuntarily from the ticklish reaction.

Gasping and panting for breath between sobs, Eric watched, transfixed as the greedy tightness of Glen's tailhole slurped up his body like a noodle. He could see his own genitals just free from the wet black sphincter. He wanted to plead with them, beg them to stop, when his genitals were engulfed with another push into the fox's anus. He screamed and thrashed once more, the hot tight flesh pressing hard against him as his groin rubbed endlessly and unguarded against the slick walls.

Deafening moans of delight reached Eric's ears as he felt Glen's sphincter clench uncomfortably against his body, the tightness somehow magnifying for a brief moment, squeezing him so hard he felt the breath pushed out of his stomach. The fox's just furry ass shifted, lifting slightly off the blankets as the huge paws adjusted. One of them lost grip on Glen's cheeks, the soft fatty flap of the fox's body slapping against his side before he parted them once more, bring back the sight of Eric's slow descent into Glen's tailhole.

The rhino adjusted his grip on Eric's body, lacing his fingers under Eric's armpits while the other hand vanished from Eric's view. The hand gone, he realized he only inches away from the wide eyed white feline that was bound to Glen's tail. Their eyes met, Eric protruding from Glen's anus, engulfed up to his chest. The cat's eyes were with horror, wet with tears of sympathy. Eric wanted badly to beg him for help, but he knew the man would be completely unable to help him. However, the presence of another victim of their sick captors comforted Eric more than he thought it would.

Another clench caressed his body tightly, sliding down his naked skin, the rhino holding him in place as Glen sent ripple after ripple after ripple on impossible tightness streaking through him. He picked up on some discussion between the fox and the rhino, not paying enough attention to catch exactly what, but could piece it together based on the rhino's response. Eric felt the huge man slowly pull his body out, freeing him to the chill air down to his waist before stopping and slowing pushing him back in.

The repeated back and forth motion of his lubed up body slid in and out of the fox's anus made Eric dizzy. He shut his eyes tight and tried his best to endure it. The sensation was impossible to block out. He felt his body incessantly pushing past the fox's sphincter, into the hot and tight depths beyond, before teased with the lie of brief freedom as the rhino slid him back out. The fox spoke up again, and Eric could feel the rhino pick up the speed.

His body was rubbed ceaselessly against the fox's anal walls, the black flesh climbing up and down and up and down his body, as Glen's moans of pleasure got louder and louder. Eric kept his eyes clamped shut, willing this to stop, hearing his own wails of despair grow louder by the second.

The movement kept up for a time. Eric became lost in the motions, he gave up struggling, he gave up shouting, he had to do what he could to endure the seemingly endless torture of being use to sate the fox's twisted desires.

Out of nowhere, the movement stopped. He felt his body cease the endless movement, the clenching against his naked skin slowing in rate, and the room quieting down. He lifted his head, opening his eyes to meet those of the cat that still lay bound to the fox's tail. He met his gaze, looking as though he was trying to offer comfort, a feeling that Eric was not sure he would ever be able to identify again.

The eye of the storm lingered if only for a few moments. When the fox spoke again, Eric could clearly hear what he said. "Push him in."

Eric gasped in quiet alarm as his heart sank, a now familiar feeling, moments before the rhino responded. A huge finger was placed against each shoulder and, ignoring Eric's feeble pleading, pushing against him. He felt his body slide back into the fox's anus, the tight ring of black flesh greedily gulping him up once more, only this time, it did not stop when it reached his shoulders.

His arms stuck out in front of him, the rhino's fingers continued to push. He felt his shoulder breach the tight sphincter, sliding in to the path that the rest of his body was now so accustomed to. He shut his eyes once more, though clearly able to picture what must be going on right in front of his nose. The tight flesh of the sphincter slipped around his shoulders, gently clamping around his neck as the rhino lifted his fingers to instead place a single one against his head.

Another push sealed his fate. He briefly felt his face up against the hot flesh of the fox's tailhole before he was engulfed in slick and slimy meat, him hand briefly able to grasp as the fresh air beyond before one huge final clench sealed him completely within the fox's dark depths.

The rhino's finger began to retract, and he found himself desperately grasping at it with his finger, his lubed up hand slipping uselessly against it as he was now completely left alone in the darkness of the fox's anus. Eric squirmed against the flesh, the wavy texture caressing his every nook and cranny and pressing with an overbearing tightness that seemed to cling firmly to his every inch. He continued to feel the fox clench at him, sending him deeper into the man's body, the lube coating his skin allowing for no resistance to the motion.

Lost in the darkness, unable to tell up from down, Eric hung suspended in the narrow tunnel of cramped flesh. The muscle pressed back at his every movement, leaving him unwilling and unable to struggle.

His mind began to drift off, nestled within the confines of the colorful fox, wishing he could turn back time and stay far, far away from the horrid place. His body slipping farther in more last time, he felt himself nod off, making no attempt to stop it.

Eric blinked and opened his eyes into the intense darkness, holding onto the brief hope that he had dreamed the entire scene. He shook his head, looking around. There was a strange pressure around his upper chest, his upper arms pressed against something soft and wet. The humidity of wherever he was overpowering, making it difficult for him to breathe. But, he reflected, he could actually breathe.

Wonder when and how he had been removed from Glen's rear was pushed back in his mind, second only to the confusion of where he could possibly be now. He tried to move, but found that he could not. His arms were loose and free, his legs sunk into a pool of some warm and thick liquid, seated on a very soft and slick surface.

Light suddenly blinded his vision and he gasped, blinking and staring as a wash of cool fresh air wafted over him and chilling his soaking wet body. His vision cleared, and he immediately knew where he was.

Dangling from the long black tongue, held up by his underarms in Glen's enormous mouth. He had been pushed through the fox's tongue piercing. Looking around him, he could see the telltale colorful fur of his captor, sticking his tongue out towards a frightened looking collared victim, looking to be a female rodent of some sort, Eric could not tell. She gulped, shutting her eyes and opening her mouth.

Eric yelped as Glen's tongue shot down within it, once again leaving him engulfed in the humid darkness. Their tongues locked together, this newcomer apparently having accepted the kiss that Eric had resisted. He sputtered, struggling against the strong and slimy muscles as he hung uselessly from Glen's tongue. Nothing more than an accessory, a decoration. Living out the rest of his days as the fox's toy.

He ceased his struggles, and endured the kiss.