Club Shimmer
This is another commission for the wonderful Pop the Balloon Pup, first story featuring his new main alternate character Jack, and two characters I often play with when he's Jack. So that's who these boys belong to, get it? :D
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Jack was starting to feel lonely. At the end of the night, he was left alone, again. He resolved to try and make something a bit more lasting tomorrow night. He belched and patted his gut, before pulling the covers up over his well fed body. Tomorrow night he'd find his pets. He wouldn't be lonely anymore.
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Trissie looked at himself in the mirror. The slender Dalmatian was barely old enough to go to the bars his friend was going to be taking him out to. His form was so effete though, that said friend insisted he go in drag tonight. Trissie had only ever dressed up in girl's clothing in private, but he had for that friend a week ago... But right now the feminine dal boy was trying to see what top went well with the skirt he wanted to wear. He had tied his hair into a high ponytail, as opposed to the low braid he usually wore it in, because he thought that more feminine. Trissie swished his hips a little, watching the skirts sway and twist with his motions. He wondered why he didn't dress like this more often. Feeling his chest the Dal hmmed. He might pass for a flat chested girl. He shrugged and pulled on a snug halter top, leaving some of his spotted tummy exposed to the world. Just then he heard a knock downstairs. He padded down the stairs, catching a coat off the banister as he went to fight off any potential chill in the air, slipping his round footpaws into a pair of snug Chuck Taylors and tightening them up, before opening the door.
There stood Johnny. The slender otter was wearing an overcoat, and only looked marginally more masculine than Trissie. "You look amazing, pup."
Trissie blushed a bit, "Really?" He could feel his tail starting to wag from the compliment, and tried to still it.
Johnny grinned, reaching out a paw for the dally boy, his other paw in the pocket of his overcoat. The Dalmatian took the offered webbed paw, eyeing this as he closed the door to his apartment with his other paw, careful to lock it.
As they turned, the otter began to describe in an enthused manner the kind of music they play at this club, when Trissie saw a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye and looked down. "Johnny, why is your tail blue?"
The otter blushed, "I was hoping you wouldn't notice until I unveiled myself at the club."
Trissie smirked, "Oh, so there's a reason you look like a flasher?"
The otter playfully swatted at the dog, then sighed and opened his coat. The scent of synthetic materials hit Trissie's nose pretty quickly, and he saw that Johnny was wearing a snug one piece leotard that extended into one full arm with glove, all shiny blue material, clinging to his body, and around his groin too. "Its PVC. The bar we're going to has a lot of people into rubber and stuff, so I thought I'd blend in a little..."
Trissie blushed a bit at the sight of how nice the blue material looked on his friend, "well thanks for telling me about the shiny dress code... I don't have anything like that in my collection."
"I know. So I didn't tell you." Johnny grinned, before looking up. They had walked further than he expected while they were talking, and were in front of the club they were going to.
The bouncer scowled down at the two boys as they got closer. "ID?"
The dal and the otter produced identification for the tall rat. He nodded at their birthdates, then passed the IDs back, "Have fun, kids." He stepped out of the way, and the path was clear into the throbbing techno beat of the music.
A ferret in dark glasses stood just inside, "Here, lemme take your coat..." He stepped to Johnny, and smiled as he saw what was under the long coat. He gave Johnny a ticket for getting his coat back, "Enjoy yourselves."
Trissie looked confused at the ferret wearing dark glasses indoors, until they stepped deeper into the club and the dance floor was revealed. "No wonder the ferret needed sunglasses. I think I might go into shock..."
The dance floor itself lit up in different colors, with the beat of the music. Above there were many colored lights that were turning on and off with the same guidance. Between the different sets of changing lights were many many writhing, twisting, bouncing bodies. And almost everyone on the dance floor had something that caught the light on their body, shiny and reflective.
Now Trissie really felt left out.
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Jack slipped out of the door to his private room and into the club from the back, his form shimmering under the lights, but only there if you looked hard enough for him. His shimmering hooves touched the dance floor, and he slickly slid his way amongst the gyrating forms of the dancing boys. He was looking for something specific... Something caught his eye. It wasn't a shining. It was a lack of shining. He looked and saw a Dalmatian boy in drag... not a single reflective item on his whole body. He pondered, eyeing this one from afar, and looked at the otter he was dancing with. Arm, tail, and torso covered in PVC. That was a more common look for this club... but he wondered how both would look totally covered in shiney...
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Johnny didn't notice he had been separated in the crowd from Trissie until well after it had occurred. He looked around, but he couldn't see dal spots anywhere. He cursed a bit to himself, before smooth, black hoovepaws eased around him. He looked up and back, and there was a buck deer, completely coated with a glistening material, even his eyes looked like it. "H-Hey there... that's a really nice suit..."
The buck grinned, "I get that a lot." He started to stroke his hoof-like paws over the otter's form, the feeling so slick and nice to the lutrine, "You know, you have a nice body... why don't I show you my back room? Its easier to talk there, and it's a bit more... private..." One of the hooves slid down and ground against the PVC coated loins of the otter, making them feel a little tingly.
Johnny moaned weakly, and started pressing his hips back at the deer, who grinned, "Good otter... " He gently guided the otter offstage. Most people, if they had glanced, would have seen an otter leave the dance floor alone, but with shimmers of light guiding him, suspended in the air.
The door to the private room opened, and Johnny looked around, "Oh wow..." He took a deep breath, and felt himself growing more aroused. Every surface in the room was covered with a shiney coat of some sort of rubber or plastic. The floor was latex, with something underneath to make it feel softer, the bed had vinyl sheets. He didn't seem to notice that his PVC suit had contoured better to his body since the hooves had stroked him, nor that that better contour was allowing his blue covered erection to stick outward rather than be stuck against his belly.
The buck closed the door to the club and stroked gently over Johnny's tail with his hooves, making him shimmer a bit more under the simple lighting of the apparent living space. Johnny moaned a little and raised that tail up, exposing his rump. The buck's hooves rubbed over the rump gently, and along the cleft, pressing one hoof like finger to the covered tailhole, tingling a little, then pressing inward, fingering the otter.
Johnny moaned out in surprise, leaning back against the buck, "Oh gods... H-how'd you..." He managed, before the buck pulled his finger out, licking the molten blue off of it with a soft rumble.
The buck grasped the otterboy's blue hips and sunk his thick cervine shaft into the soft bubble rump of his catch, the tingle from his hooves extending with it into the snug bowels, "oooh... tight otter... good otter..." He panted, before he started thrusting, hooves slickly stroking over parts he had missed so far.
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Jack rocked his hips, enjoying the feeling of the otterboy on his shaft, but his body called out, feeling empty. He mmphed a little, pulling out. He'd use him as filling, but this one he'd keep for his own.
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Johnny whimpered as the buck pulled out of him, falling to his knees on the soft floor. "Oohh.... Was so close..." He murmured.
The buck moved around to be in front of him, facing away. The dark, spade shaped tail rose as the hooves spaced themselves out on the floor. Soon Johnny was looking at a dark, snug looking pucker between the round cheeks of this sexy, suited buck. "Oooh... so detailed..." He leaned in closer, to get a better look at how the material hugged the rump, before it was on him. The buck had sat on his face. He shuddered and blushed deeply, feeling the ever so slick material grinding against his face, before seeming to surround it. He nosed his head around, wondering what was going on, before his arms got pinned to his sides. As soon as the slickness touched his shoulders and the PVC there, it started to tingle, just like it had when those hooves had groped him. He blushed a bit, confused as more and more of him was engulfed in slick slick darkness.
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Jack moaned blissfully, sitting down further and further over his first catch of the night, watching as the otter's face bulged out his belly. He oofed as his rump met the floor around the PVC clad otter, and stood up with a groan, flexing his rump and feeling the unclad legs and coated tail getting slurped up and inward. He panted softly and rubbed his gut. Now to process this one and go find that dal...
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Trissie was too lost in the feelings of dancing to the powerful, almost commanding beats of the music to even notice he hadn't seen Johnny across from him for quite some time. Suddenly, Trissie found he was dancing with someone. He didn't know how long he had had his arms eased around him from the back, but it had felt so nice that he didn't question it until it was definite that arms were holding him, the body they were attached to seeming to move with him, press up against him. He blushed softly, trying to look back and see who he was dancing with, that slick feeling on his belly from one of the arms making him think it might be Johnny, but he saw a black buck, smiling down at him.
"Hello, sweet Dal..." The stranger said, slick as his body. He swayed and started guiding Trissie's motions.
Trissie couldn't help it, he felt drawn to this buck, leaning into his embrace, moving his paws as it felt like he was supposed to to match him. "H-Hey there... Do I know you...?"
The buck grinned, "Not yet. But I know you will soon..."
Trissie barely noticed he was being danced to the edge of the dance floor. "I'd like that... you seem nice..."
"So do you, little pup. I'd love to steal you." The deer smiled warmly.
The Dalmatian looked confused, "Steal me?"
A soft, slick tongue toyed with one of Trissie's ear, before a whisper, somehow heard over the music entered, "Make you mine." Trissie shivered and pressed back against the dominant buck, blushing deeply, his panties starting to feel a bit too tight. The buck grinned, "Oooh... looks like you want to be mine... your friend the otter already is, you know..."
"Johnny?" Trissie looked confused, then looked around for any sign of the blue clad otter.
That slick tongue slid into his ear this time, tingling a little, as that soothing voice enfolded him, "Don't worry... you'll see him soon enough... if you let me steal you away..."
Trissie blushed deeply at this feeling, the words disarming him. He almost went limp in those strong, gentle arms. "Ooh... t-take me..." He barely managed a whisper.
The buck eased him all the way off the dance floor, and slipped back into his room with his newest catch. He let Trissie stand for himself in the middle of the room, near the bed. The deer then walked over to the bed and sat down. Trissie saw for the first time how accurate that suit apparently was. There was a nice long erection raising up between the deer's thighs. "Now, be a good girl and take off those clothes... they'll only get in the way..."
Trissie blushed deeply as he was referred to as a girl, but somehow it only made the distress in his panties all the more urgent. He obediently slipped his halter top off, letting it fall, before easing his skirt off of his wide hips, revealing his straining panties to the buck, who simply watched, as if waiting for them to be removed completely. Trissie blushed even deeper, if that was possible. He worked the snug panties off, letting them fall as his arousal pressed into the open, finally free to grow.
The buck grinned at the dal's obedience, "That's a good girl, indeed..." His grin only broadened at the femmy dal's embarrassment mixed with arousal. "Now kneel... I know you've been looking at my shaft... why don't you get a closer look?"
The dal bit his lip, then stepped forward to just in front of the deer, and knelt, his face level with the tip of the throbbing arousal. He wondered how much it was to get a suit that conformed to an arousal.
"Close your eyes and I'll make you mine." The buck cooed in that soothing voice, the one Trissie couldn't disobey. As the dal shut his eyes he grinned and repeated, "Good girl..." He reached with one of his slick hoof-like hands and took a moment to caress the canine's flopped ears a moment. He looked on with approval as this made the dog wag a little, the face below the ears parted only by a contented smile. After a moment the buck pressed his hoof-like fingers to the back of Trissie's head and eased it towards him.
The Dalmatian felt a wet kiss on his snout. He mmmmed a little, and wagged faster... before he felt his muzzle get drawn into the snug warm thing that kissed his nose. He was about to open his eyes, to look, when the warmth clenched and tugged on him, drawing his head inward gently and covering his eyes, then his ears, then the rest of his head. He took a breath, and moaned weakly, strong male musk somehow made of liquid vinyl making his body shiver with needy lust.
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Jack moaned a bit, eyes lidded as he watched his shaft bulge out with his catch's head. Rubbing tenderly over the shape, he paused, before flexing and stretching his arousal out over the dal's shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. The buck rumbled in bliss as he worked on taking in his second clubgoer tonight, idly rubbing his belly as it burbled around the first, hidden under a flat tummy. The shimmering cervine tilted his head back, licking his lips as the nude dal was drawn deeper, his hips being eased up off his heels, then his knees lifting off the ground. Carefully, he stroked the Dalmatian's member with a hoof and pressed it against the boy's tummy, just in time for his own maleness to envelop it. "Oohh... all the way in, dallie... Be my good girl..."
He felt the pup start to thrust his hips as they were drawn in, moaning out at the added stimulation, tugging his legs up into the air above his shaft. With gravity working for him his catch started to slide down and inward faster and faster, tapering legs helping. As this happened his sac started to swell out and bulge with the shapes of the femmy Dalmatian. A round open muzzle and face pressed against the wall as the canine shuddered, and warmth spread across the inside of Jack's buckhood. He grinned as the legs went limp from afterglow, his shaft throbbing triumphantly as they uneventfully slid out of sight, then their bulge in his arousal slid away too, just his swollen sac wiggling a little as the dal readjusted under its surface, trying to find a comfortable position, which happened easy enough.
The buck rubbed over his sac with a hoofy paw, then let his belly show externally how it was being deformed from the inside, lovingly stroking the limp form of the otter he caught earlier. "Oooh... you two are so very mine..."
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The next night, a new DJ was added to the music lineup, who seemed to perform in a perfectly form fitting PVC suit. The blue otter grinned out over the dance floor, bobbing his head and swishing his well formed hips and tail to the music while one paw held half his headphones to his ear. The other paw was working on one of his turntables. The only part of the suit that wasn't blue was a band of black around his neck, like a collar.
Meanwhile, the club's owner, a shimmering black buck, swayed to the music with his arms around a Dalmatian who shimmered as much as he did, form so accentuated by the skirt and top worn, and a new addition, a snug black collar that looked like it was almost part of the pup.
Jack smiled warmly, looking to the otter enjoying himself immensely in the booth, and back to the sweet dal he had in his arms, "Mmm... such good pets you are... Johnny with his love for music and pleasing others... and you Trissie..."
The dal blushed deeply up at his new master, anticipation on his lips.
The buck simply kissed the pouty lips, "That's my good girl."
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