Latexia's Horse Toy
Commissioned by FA: DrakeHavok for himself, this story consists of him visiting Latexia's club and...well, you'll see, but it involves a bit of pony play, lots of latex, and some transformation and customization.
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Latexia's Horse Toy For DrakeHavok By Draconicon
The things I'll do for a paycheck...
The white dragon blushed as he handed over his clothing to the mistress of the club, shaking his head as he tried to ignore the way that she looked down at him. It wasn't a condescending look, by any means, but he couldn't shake the way that she was most definitely measuring him with her eyes.
And not for herself, either. Despite being in the back rooms, Havok felt like he was going to die of embarrassment if her stare went on much longer. The knowledge that he was about to go out there, about to go into a back room of this superhero - and supervillain - club...and just be...used...
His cock throbbed under his concealing hand, and he shivered.
"So, uh...where's my outfit? You said I was going to be a horse tonight? Is that, uh, like, um, pony play, or something?"
"Something like that, dear."
The latex hippo patted him on the head, and he shivered at the way her flesh just 'gave' under the pressure of his body. It was always so easy to forget that Latexia wasn't quite solid, that she was more living latex than she was a person. It was...strange, sometimes.
The way that she chuckled at his shiver didn't help, nor the way that she suddenly tugged his hand away from his crotch.
"What's the matter, hmm? I thought you were my personal latex pervert. Isn't that why you keep coming back, Havok, hon?"
He blushed worse, his cock throbbing up, and grinding against her as she stepped forward.
"Uh, y-yeah, just...just still getting used to the idea of...of being..."
"My little toy?"
He nodded.
"You'll get used to it."
She patted him on the head again, and finally let go.
"Anyway, your outfit is in your room. Why don't you head down there and get changed?"
He started to open his mouth, ready to protest walking naked even through the back halls of her club...but he stopped himself. The last time he saw someone protest her orders, they'd ended up locked up in the wall...and not in the most pleasant ways, given only a slim tube for air, and allowed to be punished by having it plugged by clients and patrons.
He definitely didn't want that.
Taking his leave, he hurried through the hallways. So far, no one was coming towards the back rooms just yet. They were probably still finding partners, figuring out if they wanted to spend money on...on toys, like him, or if they wanted to find a partner and head back to their own place. So, he had a small mercy there, managing to make it all the way to his room without being seen, and shutting the door behind him.
Finally letting his tail come up off of his ass again, the white dragon descended into the little pit in the middle of the room. It was a small, raised 'table' that could serve as a stage, surrounded by lowered level about 4 feet wide - just enough to put the 'toy' out of immediate reach - and then a circle of booth seats. On that table, he saw a...chalice?
"I thought she had my uniform here."
He reached down, picking up the cup and turning it this way and that. It looked like it was just a fancy cup, though what was in it...
He swore that it looked like liquid latex, but that was impossible. The cup was too cool for that, and there was no heat coming off of the top. Nevertheless, it swirled around like a slightly less firm molasses, and it was dark as pitch and not nearly so warming. He shivered as he looked at it, remembering how it looked when Latexia used her abilities to wrap people up.
"Well...let's give it a shot."
Figuring that he was doing this right, he poured it over his head. The black stuff came dripping out, running down his head and then over his shoulders like a flood of muck, and he swore that it started moving on its own. Somehow. He wasn't sure, but it felt like it as it crept down his body.
It covered his face, first, and he groaned as it sealed around his jaws. His guess was right, as tendrils suddenly forced their way between his lips and forced his jaw open, making a gag around his lips that gave him an o-shape at the front of his mouth. His eyes were quickly covered as well, though with a thinner layer; it was like wearing sunglasses, where everything was dimmed, but still visible.
And that was what made the next part so freaky.
As the latex flowed over his face, it suddenly thickened around his narrow snout. It pushed outwards, looking more uniform, and definitely longer. And he could feel it, too. He gasped, his hands running up and touching every inch of his new latex 'hood', and it was like he was touching his own skin. Even at the tip of his new muzzle - which had to be at least five inches further along his face than it used to be - it was like touching his own nose.
His fingers dipped down, touching the opening of his muzzle, and he shivered as he slid a finger in. It was almost like getting his hole played with, rather than simply touching his mouth.
What is going on?
The latex kept running down his body, and even though it was only adding to places rather than genuinely transforming him, Havok couldn't help but stare at the differences. His chest rapidly grew outwards, becoming more muscled than his lanky, skinny frame normally was. He was able to trace lines of muscles, even a six pack along his abs. It was astonishing, particularly as he could feel everything.
As the latex flowed down his back, it was almost like getting a strange massage. Every little divot, every slight pattern of his scales was rubbed by the latex until it was filled in, leaving him smoother than ever. Shortly after, it started bulking up against his back, adding to the muscular look in the front, and getting thicker, more powerful. He blushed and moaned at the feeling.
His tail was covered next, and he reached back and felt it as it was pulled up against him. It wasn't...shortened, exactly, but he swore that his ass grew to make it look shorter. And...
"Mmmph!"
He almost fell over as the latex invaded his ass, tugging at it and stretching him out. His ass cheeks were pulled apart by the forming suit, keeping his hole exposed like actual horses would be. He blushed beneath the latex, reaching around and feeling at his ass as his hole was pulled at, tugged like there were fingers inside of it, until it looked more like the puffy donut of a stallion.
Good...fucking...god...what kind of stuff is this?
The latex reached around his hips, grabbing at his cock. It was already stiff and hard, but as the latex rushed up it, he felt like it was getting wrapped in a cock ring. It stiffened up even more, and he swore that it looked thicker even before it was swallowed by the creeping suit. The very tip of his cock was surrounded, and he dreaded feeling the latex rushing down the middle of it.
But thankfully, it didn't. It just pulled at the head, opening up his urethra a little by external pressure. He watched as the latex padded out areas of his cock, and extended it by building up around the end. A cursory feel confirmed that it was getting the same treatment as the rest of his body, with the latex somehow connected to his nerves and letting him feel every bit of stimulation that he got.
The shaft reached further and further out, growing more horse-like by the second. It went from a moderate length to nine inches, twelve, before finally stopping at fourteen inches long. The very tip flared out, and he saw a ring around the middle of his shaft, making it look entirely like a horse's cock.
He started to reach out for it, but his hand wouldn't obey his commands anymore. Havok looked down at his arm, and saw that it was completely covered in the latex. He pushed...but his body wouldn't obey.
He shivered, trying to open his mouth, trying to reach out with his other arm, but nothing actually did what it was told. The latex was holding him still, and instead of letting him feel himself, his hands were going behind his head, fingers interlocking in something like a pose.
His legs moved as the latex flooded down them, thickening his calves and his thighs with 'muscle' as he stepped onto the stage. Further and further down the latex went, keeping his legs proportional with the rest of his body as he was made to look more muscular, more like a stallion stud.
And in his head...he heard her.
Ah, seems like we're right on schedule for the night. From the cameras, you're looking like a grand old stud.
You...you're actually doing this. You're transforming me?
I told you that you'd be a horse. Now, make sure that you give your clients a good show tonight. There's a couple of old friends of mine - bank robbing pals back from the day, retired now - that are looking for a good lay tonight. They specifically requested a stallion, like a cop that we kept messing around with back then. Try to act the role.
He blushed as he was forced up on tiptoes, his feet encapsulated in a sort of hoof-boot as the latex flowed around him. He couldn't stop it, and it was...enticing, to say the least.
As the last of the costume seemed to finish, leaving him black and shiny from head to toe, the door opened. He was turned - rather than choosing to turn - towards them. A big orca and a bigger bull walked down the steps, smirking at him as they groped themselves.
"Spitting image of old Officer Burnes, isn't he?"
"Yeah...remember that time we spitroasted him?"
"Yeah, burned him good with that."
Havok groaned as their cocks were pulled out, nearly as big as the latex one that hung from his groin. The orca grabbed him from behind, and he shivered as that cock pushed up against his already stretched hole, promising to stretch him further.
"Let's see how he takes it now..."
The End