{"sf1_id":98685,"sf2_id":"bebVxkEe","title":"Tsaro's Induction","author":"Vulcanis-Corp","words":10748,"posted_at":"2009-08-16T05:44:00.000Z","tags":["Horse","Latex","Lion","M/M","Machine","Mind Control","Mustelid","Sci-Fi","Series","Transformation","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/98685-tsaro-s-induction","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/bebVxkEe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a8/0a/a80a7899-1e4d-4aa7-9e02-a3c132461a9b","description":"#1 of A Slippery Slope\n\nTwo scrapes now adorned the wall of the tiny room, with Tsaro's claw digging the most","content":"Two scrapes now adorned the wall of the tiny room, with Tsaro's claw digging the most  \nrecent shallow divot in the metal of the circular space. Two days now according to the hands of  \nthe analog clock on the wall. He had no idea he would have had to wait this long in  \nconfinement.\n\nHis friend Rilt the pine marten was someone very high-up at the Vulcanis Corporation,  \nthe makers of the most advanced nanotech and polymers in the world. Rilt had been dropping  \nhints to the lion over several weeks that they had made a huge discovery, and they needed  \nwilling test subjects for the process. Tsaro had been told that his \"personal tastes in play\" would  \nbe perfectly suited to what they had created, and since he trusted Rilt (and desperately needed the  \nmoney) he had agreed. Forty-eight hours had gone by now since he'd signed all of the exhaustive  \npaperwork of waivers and contracts, then been closed in the brightly-lit, sterile room.\n\nHis \"cell\" was circular in shape with concave walls, giving it a doughnut-like shape  \nlike an airliner had been bent into a circle, the nose touching the tail. The continuous, smooth  \nwalls were only broken by the sink, toilet, shower, food dispenser, and a large circular door with  \nno handle. During daylight hours, the room was lit from the ceiling, walls and even the floor.  \nEvery surface except for the doors and fixtures were apparently made of organic white LED's.  \nThe illumination was pleasantly warm, but nearly blinding in its intensity. Night time was  \nsimulated by all illumination being shut off save for a small section of panel between the  \nexposed toilet and sink. His bed protruded from the wall sideways, leaving as much space as  \npossible in the center of the room for the cylindrical elevator shaft which he had arrived in. He'd  \nbeen escorted in with hardly a word from the lab coat-wearing eggheads after a long elevator ride  \ndownward, and told to wait for his two-day confinement period. His cell phone had been  \nconfiscated, not that it would work this far underground. All the items he'd brought to keep  \nhimself entertained were also taken from him. Supposedly, they would be returned to him after  \nthey had been disinfected and his confinement had ended.\n\nWith a heavy sigh he stood, and reached behind his back to clasp his paws together in a  \nstretch. His lean frame bending as he did his best to work out the soreness in his body from the  \nhours of confinement. His gut grumbled, and the feline threw a sidelong glance at the stainless  \nsteel commode, hoping he'd finished his rather unpleasant time sitting there. The bland excuse  \nfor food which the room's dispenser gave him obviously disagreed tremendously with his  \nbowels, and he'd been drinking plenty of the blue artificially-flavored liquid from the tap in the  \nroom to counter the dehydration he would otherwise be experiencing. Next to nothing seemed to  \nstay in his system, and it made him feel completely flushed out and undernourished. His hunger,  \nstrangely, was under control, so at least he didn't feel like he was starving.\n\nWith nothing better to do, he had gotten rather bored of push-ups, sit-ups, stretching,  \njogging in circles around the room, and re-reading the three-ringed binder which he had in the  \nroom with him. The cover merely read \"Induction.\" But at least the bed was comfortable. He  \npicked up the binder one more time and laid back on the sheet-less mattress, his legs crossed at  \nthe ankles and long tail coming out from under his rump gently swaying. He suspended the tome  \nabove his head, peering down over his muzzle at its ridiculously simplistic and largely useless  \ndirections.\n\n    INDUCTION MANUAL V. 1.9\n    REMAIN IN THE CONFINEMENT AREA UNTIL YOU ARE\n    RELEASED. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO OPEN THE HATCH\n    YOURSELF AS THIS MAY RESULT IN INJURY.\n    The process of preparation is not painful or\n    permanent by default, but both are available\n    at user request. Full processing (internal\n    and external) will require special\n    biological conditions be met. Be sure to\n    remain well-hydrated.\n\nHe kept skimming the type-written text as he'd done several times before already. The  \nbinder didn't answer any of his questions, of course, but it talked at length about obscure longterm  \naffects. Things like \"triggered mental control refocusing\" and \"inhalation deprivation  \nimmunity\" made him a bit worried, and at several points he pondered pressing the large red  \nmushroom-shaped button on the elevator shaft labeled \"PANIC.\" And yet, he wasn't panicking,  \nnor was he overly afraid. He was a little on the angry side, though. Male lions did not like being  \ncaught off-guard, and the fact he'd still not been told what was going to actually happen to him  \nwas unsettling.\n\nSomething inside Tsaro's mind simply told him \"There's nothing you can do about it,  \nwhatever happens, happens.\" So as the door of the room began chiming, he simply remained  \nlying down, his head turned towards the portal and the binder dropped against his chest, open.  \nThe circular door was more like a plug, and with a pneumatic hiss, it pulled away from the room  \na few inches, then pivoted up into the ceiling outside his room.\n\nHe stared ambivalently towards the blackness behind the entryway for a few moments,  \nand then footfalls met his ears. He continued relaxing in his prone position, but felt his heart rate  \nclimbing within his chest. The footsteps sounded as though they were made by boots, and there  \nwere definitely two sets of them. The corridor outside his room wasn't lit at all, a start contrast  \nto his ridiculously bright cell. Therefore, it wasn't until the figures entered his room that he was  \nable to actually see what they looked like.\n\nThe sources of the footsteps were walking in perfect unison, almost as though they  \nwere marching, emerging from the blackness as a coordinated pair. Upon seeing them, Tsaro's  \nonly outward reaction was the lifting of his right eyebrow, and the pursing of his lips.  \nThey looked like they had escaped from the most expensive fetish party he'd ever  \nseen. Both of them were covered entirely; every square inch of their bodies concealed beneath a  \nlayer of what appeared to be thick latex. Their faces were concealed under sophisticated gas  \nmasks which looked custom-made; their eyes fully blacked-out and glossy, just like their skin.  \nTwin hoses connected the sides of the figures' muzzles to compact, solid backpacks held to their  \ntorsos with shiny leather and steel straps. Their breathing was audible and smooth, almost  \nmechanical. The tinny sound of gas regulators bounced off the walls each time one of the  \nfigures' chest rose.\n\nThey stood there, staring directly at him as if they were waiting patiently for him to  \nmake the next move. One was a dark brown color, easily ten inches taller and with a huge barrel  \nchest. The shape of his mask was clearly that of an equine's head. His body demonstrated that  \nhe must be a serious bodybuilder, and the lion noticed that, strangely, despite the fact he was  \nwearing a full-body latex suit; a black latex thong was still tightly hugging his groin. The  \nseemingly redundant material still left little to the imagination.\n\nThe second figure was shorter and lighter, and sported a deep blue color to his rubbery  \ncovering. His mask was more generic in shape and therefore difficult to pin down what species  \nhe was underneath, although it was definitely some form of canine. He also, sported a healthy  \nmuscle tone. The lion caught something behind \"blue's\" rump lazily swishing to and fro. The  \ntail curled upwards like that of an akita or husky. Like his taller companion, he wore an  \nincredibly tight-fitting teal jock over his loins; despite the suit he wore being clearly full-body.  \nThe pair of glossy figures continued standing motionless in front of Tsaro; the lion  \neventually becoming aware of the fact that his jaw was agape from staring, and deliberately  \nclosed it with a snap. He then swung his legs out and stood, and mustered all the courage he had  \nunder the circumstances. Clearing his throat and raising his chin did little to combat the  \nnervousness in his voice.\n\n\"So. I don't suppose either of you are here to tell me where I am and why I'm here.  \nAre you?\"  \nThe reply was silence, permeated only by the hissing movement of air through  \nregulators.  \n\"I thought not. So, are you going to take me somewhere?\"\n\nAt last, they moved. Their masked heads turned towards one another, and then back  \ntowards the lion, nodding only once. Still a nervous wreck, Tsaro felt a twinge of relief knowing  \nthat at least now something was going to happen which broke the monotony. In a bizarre way,  \nhe welcomed the apprehension which filled his mind. Without it, he would most certainly be  \nsporting a raging erection. Despite whatever doubts he was experiencing about this situation, he  \nhad many fond recollections of days spent in fetish clubs, and nights tied up inside of gear  \nsimilar to what his escorts were wearing.\n\nBut he had to admit, the suits they wore were different somehow. They were obscenely  \ntight, and had no creases, seams or wrinkles whatsoever. It was as though they weren't suits at  \nall. Such accoutrements had only been the stuff of his dreams before today, and as the pair of  \nsculpted male rubbers turned and began leaving the room, the degree to which their outfits fit  \nbecame abundantly clear. Their \"underwear\" was of g-string variety, showing off latex-coated  \nasses which rivaled that of Greek gods. His eyes remained fixed upon those surfaces as he  \nfollowed them into the dark hallway. The movement of their legs didn't seem to phase the  \nstretchy material, and it filled in their clefts perfectly. The canine's curly tail bounced along  \nbehind him, while the equine seemed to have his tail bobbed, giving it the appearance of a ball  \nwhich hung behind him.\n\nHis eyes were so focused on the flexing backsides in front of him that he walked past  \ntwo other rooms in the hallway without even noticing them. It wasn't until the trio walked past a  \nthird room, and Tsaro heard a noise coming from within. His ear perked to the left, his large  \nleonine head following its turn as his gait faltered. The sound was akin to a squeaking gasp; it  \ncould have been interchangeably interpreted as a moan of pleasure, or a whimper of fear. He  \nstopped walking and craned his neck backwards, trying to peer into the room. He noticed three  \nother \"rubbers\" in masks all standing around some kind of large table. An enormous brown hand  \ngrabbed his shoulder firmly, and steered him back in the trio's original direction of travel. Just  \nbefore the doorway went out of sight, he could have sworn he saw some kind of rodent tail  \nsquirming from the table. As he turned to follow his escorts, his feeling of dread grew. He  \nwanted to ask them what was happening in there, but he was fairly sure he wouldn't like the  \nanswer. Besides, his captors hadn't exactly been the chatty type.\n\nTsaro became more observant of his surroundings after that. He favored peering  \naround every corner, nook and cranny he could rather than staring at the pair of buttocks taunting  \nhim. He desperately searched for some kind of indication of where he was and what this facility  \ndid, but all he could find was very generic lettering describing maintenance access panels in the  \nwalls, and the pervasive presence of the Vulcanis company logo. The stylized 'V' was  \neverywhere.\n\nHis shoulder was roughly shoved, bringing him back to the present moment. \"I'm  \nmoving, I'm moving!\" He walked in the direction of the push until they stopped in a room with  \na stainless steel shower stall of some kind. It was cylindrical in shape, a large uninteresting drain  \nat the bottom, but with nearly a dozen spray nozzles aiming at the center. The lion was guided  \ninside, then two massive hands from the rubber-covered horse suddenly gripped either side of his  \nundergarment, and pulled rapidly, causing a loud ripping sound and exposing the lion's genitals  \nto the cold air. Tsaro began to protest as the arms retreated with his now-destroyed remaining  \ngarment, but the cylindrical transparent door of the shower twisted shut in an instant, sealing him  \ninside. Immediately, all of the sprayers came to life and began dousing the angered feline with  \nsteamy water, smelling of harsh chemicals. Tsaro kept his mouth shut to keep the stuff out of his  \nmaw, and resigned himself to simply standing, arms crossed and glaring at the two motionless  \nfigures which stood on the other side of the door, taking his humiliating washing in silent  \nprotest. The nozzles were not stationary, and rotated and gyrated around his body, ensuring  \nmaximum coverage of his pelt in all places, with several solid blasts right against his asscrack  \nfrom underneath. Through it all, he just stood with his nose wrinkled, growling between holding  \nhis breath in the face of the barrage of water. The shower eventually became less smelly, as it  \nswitched to pure water for the rinsing.\n\nHe hated stereotypes, but the big cat had to admit he hated water even more; and when  \nthe door rotated open, the two rubbers standing outside it were met with a growling, naked,  \nsopping wet lion which was in an altogether sour mood. \"That's just great. What's next on our  \nmenu of fun?\"\n\nAs if on cue, vents opened inside the cylinder, and the lion was exposed to a hurricane  \nof hot air blasting through his fur, sending his mane flying into his eyes and flapping his tail  \naround. With the brief drying cycle finished, the result was exactly the same sour lion, just  \npoofy.\n\n\"Wonderful.\" He growled, barely audible, but his ear perked as he could swear the  \nhorse just nickered in amusement under the mask. \"Oh, so you can speak!\" Quickly, the two  \nshapes gripped him once more by both upper arms and began dragging him out of the shower  \nand into the hall once more. Tsaro grinned to himself for seeing one of them \"break character,\"  \nbut his self-gratified smirk was not long-lived. Because he'd just been dragged into one of the  \nfreakiest scenes he'd ever seen.\n\nAs the huge circular door sealed them into the room with a hiss, the lion's muzzle hung  \nagape in both awe and fear at what the space beheld. The room could only be described as a  \nmixture between medical machine room and laboratory. The main showcase being an enormous  \ncontraption standing in the very center of the room, shaped roughly like an MRI machine which  \nhad been squished and turned on its side. Towards the front of the machine was obviously where  \nTsaro was about to be put. It had a shape of a standing figure, and metal locking cuffs which  \nwere adjustable in size and placed at key points for immobilization. The person-shaped space  \nwas slightly indented to fit the curvature of the average body, and where the rump would sit,  \nthere was a large opening for the fitting of tails of any size. There was also no surface present  \nalong the entire length of where the subject's cleft would sit, leaving whoever was tied there  \nexposed to the inner workings of the machine from beneath.\n\nThe back of the device was mostly covered, an artistically but functionally curved  \ncasing concealing almost all of what went on beneath the cover. But off to the side, several clear  \ncylinders were visible, filled with various colors of substance he could not identify. The liquids  \ninside churned and moved, but did not appear to be being stirred, and while consistent in color,  \nhe could see shimmering changing the way the light bounced off the containers, as if they  \nweren't consistent in composition, like an oily slick which constantly moved and reorganized  \nitself in a lava lamp.\n\nThere was an X-Ray-like apparatus hanging from the ceiling above the angled table,  \nand dozens of hoses everywhere, connecting here and there, dangling loosely from the ceiling,  \nlying on the floor in a heap... everywhere. Against the brilliant white wall to his left, there were  \ntwo rolling trays which were covered by cloth. Tsaro couldn't make out what shapes they  \nobscured, but they seemed to become gradually taller in order from left to right. He dismissed  \nthe thought of them all appearing rather phallic as just his overly-dirty mind playing tricks on  \nhim.\n\nThe rubbery figures holding his arms increased the strength of their combined grip as  \nthe feline prisoner began to squirm and pull, his footpaws pushing against the stark white floor  \ntiles uselessly as he instinctively tried to back up and get towards the door. The motion was  \nutterly useless as the male found himself completely outclassed in strength by the horse, which  \nsingle-handedly began dragging him towards the angled bondage-ready surface of the machine,  \nand in a single, swift motion lifted him from his feet and dropped him down onto it. Instantly,  \ntwo metallic bands clamped shut around his chest and midsection, clanging shut loudly and  \ntaking him utterly by surprise. The masked wolf now assisted the horse in pushing the lion's  \narms and legs down into their respective restraining locations, and the machine automatically  \ndetected the presence and size of each limb, locking down at his thighs, shins, ankles, arms and  \nwrists.\n\nTsaro's fangs flashed as he struggled against the unyielding locks, a loud snarling roar  \nflying from his wide maw. His fear-fueled rage subsided as he realized that the only part of his  \nbody he could even wiggle was his head and his fingers. The poor lion bracing himself against  \nhis terror and doing an honorable job at containing his panic and restoring what was left of his  \ndignified feline stature. That is, as dignified as one could be locked to a table naked, on your  \nback with your legs spread. The only outward indications of his fear which remained were the  \nrapid pace of his breathing, and the barely visible twitch of his lower lip.\n\nFor several moments, he lay there, locked to the strange machine and utterly silent.  \nThe room's only sounds being the breathing of the three occupants, a humming sound from the  \nmachine, and an occasional gurgle from the cylinders of thick liquid. Finally, the quiet was  \npierced by hydraulics opening the door to the room once again. Unable to see down towards the  \ndoor in his bondage, Tsaro wasn't aware of who or what had entered. However, his nostrils were  \nimmediately hit by the sweet, earthy odor of a mustelid's scent. Stronger than a ferret, but not  \nquite as pungent as an otter, he couldn't place the species until the individual loomed over him.  \nThe pine martin beamed a wide smile of recognition, which was met by a bit of mild relief from  \nTsaro.\n\nThe weasel was obviously amused by the lion's mix of confusion and puzzlement, and  \nwas the first to speak. \"Yes, it's me Tsaro. Rilt, remember?\"  \n\"Rilt! Of course I remember but what the hell is going on?\" The big cat was stammering as he  \ngrasped for words. \"I think I'm uh... having some second thoughts... that panic button's still  \nnearby, right?\"  \n\"Never mind, don't trouble yourself with that now. Pretty soon you'll be unable to  \nspeak anyway. At least for a while.\" The marten was putting on a set of gloves as he spoke, and  \nTsaro began to wonder just how much of a friend Rilt was. \"Let's put it this way: you're going  \nto undergo some changes. And I'm not going to lie to you, they're drastic. But here's a few  \nthings which will help calm you down for them. First and foremost, you're not going to die.  \nSecond, and equally as important, you're not going to feel any pain whatsoever. Third, what's  \ngoing to happen to you is not permanent.\" The martin paused for a handful of seconds before  \nproceeding with a wider smile. \"That is, unless you want them to be. If you decide so, we can  \narrange it. And fourth...\" The weasel leaned forward towards the lion's face and almost  \nwhispered. \"...you're going to absolutely love it, I guarantee it.\"\n\nWhile Rilt was speaking, Tsaro became aware of the machine churning to life as the  \nmasked wolf tapped away at a touch screen nearby. Simultaneously, the horse stood near the  \ntable and began to remove the hoses on his mask, and dropped the respirator from his back to the  \nfloor. The mask over his head opened in three directions to accommodate the shape of an  \nequine's head, and as he pulled it away, Tsaro's eyes became as wide and as white as dinner  \nplates. The head underneath the jet black mask shone just as brightly as his skin, and of the  \nexact same deep brown color! The eyes turned towards him, pools of glowing liquid green  \nshone amidst black spheres where normally the eyes would be white. The irises radiated light  \nagainst the contrast of the black, and the pupils were alive and pulsating. Every feature of the  \nhorse's face moved utterly naturally, from his flaring nostrils with his breathing to the curling  \nedges of his lips as he smiled down at the immobilized lion. It was though the horse was, in fact,  \nmade of rubber!\n\nIt was all the more of a mind job to him as the equine chuckled and spoke. \"By the  \nway, yes I can talk. And I can't wait to hear what kind of smartass one-liners you come up with  \nonce this thing's finished with you\" He quipped, nodding to the machine.  \n\"You'll have to be patient Nors, he won't be able to speak until at least an hour from  \nnow. The martin pulled a stool over from the wall of the room towards the \"table\" and cracked  \nhis flexible paw knuckles. \"Now, first things first. We're going to need a mask for you my  \nfriend.\"\n\n\"Wait! Look, I don't think I've been clear, so I'm going to say this as plainly as I can,  \nRilt. I want you to let me out of this machine right fucking now!\" Tsaro was rather proud of  \nhimself for sounding at least partially dignified and dominant despite his growing fear. Though,  \nhe still wasn't above cursing under the circumstances.\n\n\"Oh. Oh I see.\" The martin wheeled the stool over towards Tsaro's head, scooting  \nalong the floor on the casters whimsically, and stopping himself with a stomp of his bare feet.  \nWas he even wearing pants? The lion couldn't look below the line of the table to see. \"And why  \non earth would we want to do something like that? Moreover, why would you want us to do  \nsomething like that? You're the one who asked for this in the first place.\"  \nThe feline's brow rose and lips fell at once, with absolute denial gradually being  \nreplaced by utter confusion. \"I would never have asked for this! I thought this was some kind of  \nthing like 'Here, put on this kinky shirt, can you move easily in it?' This is something  \ncompletely different!\"\n\nThe bronze-colored mustelid leaned back towards the horse, gesturing at him. \"You  \ndon't want to look like him? That is, not like a horse, but like him. And him too!\" he added,  \npointing to the canine across the room, who now also had his mask off, and also appeared as if  \nhe were a living blue rubber statue of a wolf. His fur was utterly gone and replaced by a liquid  \nlatex sheen. Every feature of their faces was just as animated as anyone else's, simply replaced  \nwith rubber. It was almost as though they had become moving statues. Living works of art.  \nTsaro shook his head in disbelief. His mind said simply and plainly that what he was  \nlooking at was not a living thing, that it was completely impossible, but his eyes told a  \ncompletely different story. No amount of robotics could simulate the nuances of the faces he  \nsaw. And yet, there they were, without any kind of mask or second skin, their bodies being  \nsimply made of latex. Or at least, what looked like latex. His thoughts rewound to the strange,  \ncolored liquids in the vats of the machine he was now bound to. What was in them? Could it be  \npossible? Was such a process feasible? If so, would it be safe?\n\nRilt rolled his eyes, then took hold of two handles on the X-Ray-like machine, and  \npulled it down lower in front of Tsaro's face, the lion entranced in shocked bemusement, staring  \nat the wolf. The martin noticed his fixed gaze and smiled, turning towards the blue canine.  \n\"Looks like he fancies you Chris. Why not come over here and let him see you closer?\" The  \nwolf did so wordlessly, and stood above the prone cat from the foot of the machine's 'table',  \ntowering over him and wagging his curly rubber tail. The feline stared at him, still trying to  \nwork things over in his mind. Rilt took advantage of the lion's stare and tapped a touch screen.  \nA laser light swept quickly over Tsaro's entire head, scanning it in an instant. The mustelid's  \nlong fingers then casually tossed the gimbaled machine up and away and studied the workstation.  \n\"Ahhh, magnificent. A perfect scan. Thank you for holding his attention Chris.\" The  \nwolf winked, then lifted one of his hands and sucked on a fingertip in the direction of the bound  \nprisoner, then pulled it free of his muzzle. Teasingly, he began moving it towards the lion's  \nhelpless crotch. Tsaro fruitlessly pulled at the steel bands holding him down, then felt a cold  \nmoist touch against his sheath's opening. His embarrassment radiated from his face as his penis  \nresponded quickly. Disobeying his mental orders to remain calm, the pink lion male-hood rose  \nfrom its furry home to meet the sensual touch. As the slippery latex paw pad glided by, Tsaro  \nfelt the distinct wet gooeyness of silicone lubricant, but from where? His teeth gritted shut, he  \nattempted a snarl of rebellion at the molestation from the wolf, but his protestations were quite  \nobviously half-hearted, and only elicited some laughs. Frustrated and betrayed by his own  \ndesires, he turned his head to the side, away from his captors, for now content to simply flatten  \nhis ears back against his mane.\n\n\"Don't think we don't already know Tsaro. We know everything about you.\" As the  \nweasel spoke, an oval-shaped pool of black maybe three feet across rose up from the obscured  \nparts of the machine alongside the lion's head. The inky liquid began becoming disturbed as it  \nsat next to him, and the big cat's heart began banging away in his chest once more as he turned  \nto face the unknown. There was a soft humming noise, and the surface tension broke around a  \nrounded object which began rising from beneath the pool. The rounded surface became  \npunctuated by two small lobes, and then a face and muzzle appeared. As he watched, the  \nunderstanding hit him: it was a black rubber mask in the shape of a lion's head. The glossy eyes  \nreturned his stare as the surface of the mask hardened, becoming solidified but no less shiny.  \nRilt reached for the mask and carefully lifted it from the pool it had risen from, turning  \nit towards the bound lion and holding its nose up to Tsaro's.\n\n\"Beautiful, isn't it? The interior has been shaped to fit the contours of your face exactly.\" The  \nmask stared back at him, reflecting his face in the tinted eye covers. The mask was locked in an  \nimposing expression. At the end of the muzzle, the lips were pursed around a threaded concave  \nopening, as though the mask were \"sucking\" on a non-existent cylindrical object, which could be  \nscrewed into it. The darkness of the muzzle's interior obscured anything which might be inside,  \nbut before the lion could look closer, the marten was pulling it away from him and placing it on  \nhis lap. Rilt began working a set of leathery straps through slots at the rear of the mask.  \n\"That mask...can I keep it once we're done?\" The lion asked nervously, again  \nbetraying his excitement in the midst of his fear of the unknown.\n\nThe marten smiled, not looking up from his work as he answered. \"Of course you can,  \nit's for you! Can't you see the resemblance? This is what'll help your transformation along, and  \nit will fit your face perfectly. We have to make sure it's nice and comfy on you, because you  \nwill be wearing it very frequently from now on.\"\n\nThe lion's heart rate remained at a high pace. The only thing changing was the reason  \nfor the excited state he was in. Fear was mixing with a strange sense of anticipation. Arousal  \nswelled within him as he gazed at the jet black rubber mask that had been so quickly  \nmanufactured from the contour of his face. He wasn't sure what Rilt meant by \"from now on.\"  \nThe marten was finishing threading through the straps and stood. He then walked up  \nto Tsaro's head once more, and held the mask open, moving to push it over his head. The lion's  \nbreathing accelerating exponentially as the black void of the mask opened to reveal something he  \nhadn't seen before. At the end of the mask's muzzle, protruding into the interior, was the shape  \nof a lion's penis. Whoever wore the mask would have the cock in their muzzle at all times,  \nreaching all the way to the back of their throat. \"H-hey! Wait a minute!! Don't put that on me!  \nWhat the fuck is that?!\"\n\nThe marten began to get an exasperated look on his face. He nodded to the rubber  \nequine next to him, who took Tsaro's head into his enormous hands and held it still. The lion's  \nattempts to squirm away were weak and without motivation; his spirit already giving in to what  \nwas happening as the equine's digits entered his maw and held it open. As the cat bared his  \nteeth, immobile but growling, Rilt fitted the mask over his face. Tsaro felt the cold slippery  \nobject enter his muzzle, the toy sliding down his maw as all the light from his view evaporated.  \nThe mask finally settled against his face, touching every single contour and fitting as though it  \nwere a second skin. The poor cat continued to struggle even as the straps were closed around the  \nback of his head, and locked solidly. His ears tried folding back, but even they were now  \nmanacled into position by the form-fitting mask, and the humiliating cock-shaped protrusion  \nnow tickled at the back of his throat unendingly, filling his maw with the taste of latex. The  \nintruding toy was causing his saliva to pour down his throat, forcing him to swallow to keep  \nfrom choking.\n\nThe complete blackness was finally lifted, as the two eye covers suddenly cleared  \nbefore his vision, allowing him to see out, but with the room tinted slightly yellow. Unable to  \nspeak, or even growl, the imprisoned cat now simply stared through his mask at the others in the  \nroom. They were busily pressing buttons, attaching hoses and moving machinery. An  \nelectronically-altered voice crackled in his ears, coinciding with the movement of Rilt's muzzle.  \n\"Alright, now we're ready to begin. This process will be completely painless Tsaro, but I can't  \nsay it's going to be entirely comfortable. The best thing you can possibly do is to relax yourself  \nas much as you can.\"\n\nThe words came just as the lion felt a set of slippery paws grasp at his privates. He felt  \nhis erection being slipped into something smooth and cold, as if it was being guided into a  \nsleeve. His testicles were then gingerly grasped, and something was fitted over them which felt a  \nbit uncomfortable and stiff, and clicked shut around them, sealing them inside. The mask which  \nheld his face was being attached to something outside his view, and he could now only look  \nahead and slightly down. He could only just barely see his own body if he strained his vision,  \nand there seemed to be some kind of hose rising from his crotch and disappearing out of sight.  \nHe made another swallow of saliva around the dildo lodged between his lips, the lion  \nstill suppressing his panic. He began to feel something mechanical moving beneath him before  \nhis bared ass was met by an object he couldn't identify. It slid through his asscrack repeatedly,  \nand with each pass he felt as though his rump was wetter, the device leaving some kind of  \nresidue which was becoming more and more slippery. His poor exposed tailstar suddenly began  \nto tingle, and a strange warming sensation flowed up past his backside and into his body with a  \ncapillary action.\n\nHe felt vibrations from everywhere around him as the machine he was fixed to worked  \nmysteriously, and like someone at the dentist, he was somewhat glad he couldn't see what was  \nmoving outside his point of view. He quickly determined that the mask was somehow sealing  \nout almost all noise from his ears, which explained the need for the com link which Rilt was  \nusing to speak to him. The marten once again entered his field of vision, and held a ribbed,  \ntransparent hose which had a fitting on the end. He pushed it firmly into the mask's mouth, and  \ntwisted the fitting into the threading; each motion transferring through the mask into Tsaro's  \nhead, shaking it slightly. The lion's teeth digging into the latex toy lodged in his mouth, gritted  \nagainst the motion. The marten stepped away again, and the immobilized lion could see the  \nlarge hose coming from the end of his muzzle which wiggled every time he tried to struggle.  \nHis struggling was suddenly renewed to full-force panicked squirming as something  \ncold and metallic touched his moistened tailhole, and without warning or preparation, began  \npushing up into his ass with a mechanical smoothness, unrelenting and unstoppable. He tried  \nwailing into the mask but was utterly noiseless as his anus was violated with a steel object,  \nstretching his ring wider and wider until the thickest point went past, and the plug sank between  \nhis furry buns with a soft slurping sensation.\n\nAs the pain from the stretching was gradually subsiding, (as was his desperate gasping  \nfor air through the mask's breathing system), the marten re-appeared in his view and wearing a  \nsmirk. \"We're ready now Tsaro. We're ready to make you perfect. There are three steps to  \nthis. The first step is easy. The second one is not, but only for a few seconds, and then the rest  \nis a cake walk. By the time we reach the third step, you're going to only barely be conscious, but  \nyou'll be enjoying every second of it. There's no point in asking if you're ready, because we're  \nstarting right now. So just relax.\"\n\nTsaro felt something cold against his rump, then his back, his legs, ankles, arms and  \nshoulders. The sensation was paired with the feeling that he was sinking somehow, confirmed  \nby the fact Rilt and the ceiling tiles were getting smaller. His body was descending into  \nsomething liquid and somewhat chilled, but all his limbs were still utterly unable to move. It  \nseemed his restraints were pulling him down into a pool below him. As the level rose, the cold  \nliquid began to cover every inch of his form, sending a gooey tingle straight through his fur and  \nonto his skin. The liquid was thick and heavy, and he was gradually detecting a tingling, almost  \nelectric sensation beneath his pelt. As the goo touched his bare nipples, the tingling hit  \ninstantaneously, making him squirm; his fur obviously having slowed the effect elsewhere on his  \nbody. As the helpless lion continued sinking, his last view through the eye covers of his mask  \nwas of Rilt with a shit-eating grin on his face, waving to him like the Queen of England, before  \nhe vanished entirely under the black ooze.\n\nTsaro could now only feel touch and vibration with all of his other senses completely  \ncut off. His skin continued to tingle and tickle; and while the sensation was not painful, the lack  \nof knowledge of what was happening was unsettling. Thankfully, he was still being provided air  \nthrough the mask, and soon, his struggles began to subside once more. Submerged in the pool of  \nopaque liquid, he was unable to tell how much time had passed. There was hardly any sound,  \nand after a while, the tingling began to cease. It was not numbness, however, because he could  \nfeel with great detail every tiny current and eddy of liquid that flowed around his body. As  \nthough his skin's sensitivity had been amplified, or enhanced. The sensation was soothing, and  \nas he floated there, in nothingness, the lion began to relax and feel a bit light-headed.\n\nHe was filling his lungs with deep but slow breaths of the air which came to him from  \nhis mask. Each little wiggle of his extremities caused some of the thick liquid to reach the areas  \nof his flesh which was normally covered by the metal shackles. Every tiny movement he made  \nworked the goop into his crevices and corners. The effect was so gradual, that he failed to notice  \nthat the air he was inhaling was starting to smell different. His subconscious wrinkling of his  \nnose finally brought his attention to it, as he realized he was breathing in something smelling  \nsimilar to a shoe-polish. For a second he struggled in panic, but too late. The chemicals were  \nalready reaching his brain and forcing him into a relaxed state. The voice of Rilt once again  \nclicked in his ear as his body went limp.\n\n\"OK Tsaro, you're doing well, but now's the hardest part. It's short, so bear with me.  \nYou're going to panic when it happens, but stay with my voice. Everything is going to be fine,  \nand soon, what at first feels terrifying is going to feel fantastic. You just need to trust me.\"  \nThe lion felt a jolt of movement from the hose connected to his mask, followed by a  \nvibration, immediately before the world went mad. The dildo gag stuffed to the back of his  \nthroat suddenly gurgled to life and began to surge with a thick, syrupy liquid which pumped into  \nhis muzzle so fast that it was filled to the brim in less than a second. His sore muscles sprang  \ninto action and desperately tried to free him from the bonds harder than they ever had before, and  \nthe poor lion was utterly convinced he was about to drown. Rilt's voice became loud and  \ncommanding, but never angry. \"Swallow Tsaro! Just swallow! All you have to do is swallow  \nand it'll end!\" The liquid's pressure did not abate, and eventually it had to go somewhere. The  \nlion clenched his eyes shut and started drinking, but the pressure of the fluid pumping forced it  \ndown his throat at a pace much faster than he could gulp anyway.\n\nTsaro put all of his trust in the marten's words coming to him, desperately taking  \nswallow after swallow of the thick material. For the first three gulps, his throat and belly  \nrevolted, and he was sure that he'd vomit it back into the confines of the mask, but it never  \noccurred. Six gulps later, and the nausea was gone. A few more, and Tsaro began realizing he  \nwasn't suffocating, his lungs were not about to explode for lack of air, and his throat wasn't sore  \nin the least. What was happening?\n\n\"Now Tsaro, you don't need to swallow anymore, just relax. That's it. Let your entire  \nbody relax. That'll also relax your throat, and the slurry will simply pump itself. There's  \nnothing to worry about, nothing to think about, just clear your head.\"\n\nHe might not have thought so at the time, but the relaxants which had been given to his  \nair stream had made the initial ordeal much easier for the lion, and now that it was passed, they  \nalso made his relaxation come more easily. He was letting his muscles go limp, and even closed  \nhis eyes under the mask. He felt his penis pressing against the confines of the sheath placed over  \nit as the phallic object forced into his muzzle continued gushing with liquid that was pouring  \ndown his throat. He wasn't swallowing anymore; it was as though his gullet was simply stuck  \nopen. He didn't care how it was happening. His mind began returning to the state of Zen which  \nhe had while floating in the mass of fluid earlier.\n\nThe tingling sensation he had felt over his skin was now traveling through his torso, and  \nhis heart began feeling warm and heavy. Eventually, he felt a twinge of fullness in his abdomen  \nand loins. Immediately, Rilt's voice cooed to him, \"No holding back, stay relaxed, that's it...  \ngood lion.\"\n\nInexplicably, Tsaro didn't take any offense to the patronizing words, and instead, simply  \nfollowed their orders. He could feel a flow of warm liquid from his urethra filling the empty  \nspaces of the sheath around his penis,as the plug between his rumpcheeks began to pulsate  \nslowly, like it was lazily sucking something away. \"The excess slurry has to go somewhere, and  \ntrust me; you don't want your belly to balloon up. You're doing so well Tsaro, you're such a  \ngood, good lion. Now keep relaxing, we're not finished, but we're going to move you.\"  \nThe big cat's eyes rolled about, lazily opening and peering through the eye covers of his  \nmask as he felt himself being lifted from the pool of goo. The machine's shackles were still  \nfirmly locked, but they somehow seemed much more comfortable than they were before. He  \nrose from the vat and was being pivoted forwards, until he was completely upright, hanging with  \narms and legs held spread. His body was limp, except for the occasional rolling of his head to  \nand fro, the hose feeding his mask shaking gently with the pressure of the pumping.  \nThrough his blurry vision, he could see a spider-like assembly appear, and from the ends  \nof those spider legs a blast of hot water began spraying. The liquid splashed against every part  \nof his body that wasn't covered by something; the view through the glass of his eye covers  \nlooking like what you'd see under a windshield at a car wash. He could feel the temperature of  \nthe water rising, and the sensitivity with which he felt the jets of water gave him a jolt of  \nrealization. All of his fur was gone.\n\n\"Such a good lion.\" Tsaro guessed that the blur he saw through the washing was Rilt.  \nThe figure was watching closely with his arms behind his back. As the water got hotter, Tsaro  \ncould feel his skin contracting, tightening, hardening. The liquid was hot enough that it should  \nhave been painful, but the only sensations that reached his brain were the tactile pressure of the  \nspraying, and a soothing warmth. All the while, he felt the thick goo flowing down through him,  \nfilling his belly and torso and lazily draining through the hoses on his loins. \"You're almost  \nthere. Just a few more minutes and the transformation will be finished.\" The sprayers halted,  \ndribbling the remaining water from the nozzles as the whole assembly rose out of sight. His  \nvision clearing, Tsaro could see Rilt with his paws on either side of a tall rectangular object. The  \nweasel turned the full-length mirror towards the lion, and the image which appeared in its glass  \nmade him shake with a start. He was looking at a sheer black feline form, limbs outstretched,  \nblack rubber skin shining brilliantly under the room's harsh lights. His face was covered by the  \nbeautiful mask, which his skin now completely matched in appearance and color; the ribbed hose  \ncoming from his muzzle went around behind him and connected to one of the clear vats, which  \nwas gradually draining. The fluid level in the fifty-gallon tank was almost empty; signifying just  \nhow much had been pumped through his body.\n\nAttached to his crotch was a metal assembly, consisting of a featureless, stainless steel  \ncylinder which covered his sheath and penis, and a pair of connected steel globes that imprisoned  \nhis ballsac. A slender, smooth hose connected to the side of the assembly, draining away the  \nfluid that was still being pissed out of his member. A brief shudder under his tail kept him aware  \nof the third \"attachment\" between his now shiny asscheeks, and he noticed that a thick ribbed  \nhose was descending between his legs from the plug and going to the same place on the machine  \nas the thin smooth one, filling a previously empty vat with all of the black liquid which had  \ncoursed through him.\n\nWithin moments, Tsaro felt his face no longer shaking from the pumping, as the vat  \nfilling him finally emptied. Rilt reached up, taking the fitting in his paws and giving it a few  \ntwists, unlocking and removing it from his mask. The cat burped, spilling globs of the black goo  \nwhich were quickly cleaned by the rubber wolf nearby with a garden hose-like hand sprayer.  \nTsaro continued to drain, his loins still pouring with the stuff for several minutes before he could  \nno longer feel any liquid movement below. The mustelid was assisted by Nors in removing the  \nstraps of his mask, while Chris typed on a keypad, apparently performing some miscellaneous  \nfinal duties with the machine.\n\n\"Alright Tsaro. We're taking the mask off now. You're going to drool a bit of the  \nexcess from around the nozzle so don't worry about it. Your new mouth will feel very strange  \nfor several days, but we'll help you with that. Are you ready to see the new you?\"  \nAfter an exhausted nod, the marten smiled and gestured to the horse, who began to pull  \nthe mask forwards. The lion felt the penis-shaped nozzle slip out of his lips with a wet \\*slurp\\*  \nand saw light in his peripheral vision for the first time in over an hour. When the horse finally  \nmoved the mask away from him, he looked at the mirror.\n\nOne of the most shocking mental experiences anyone can have is to look in the mirror  \nand not see themselves. Tsaro's jaw hung open, black goo oozing from his lips as he stared at  \nthe image of himself. His features were all there, but gone was his fur, and his mane had turned  \nfrom hair to a textured solid form. His cheeks shone in the light, nose brilliantly reflective, and  \nevery facet of his visage was now made of pure, black latex rubber, moving with all the  \nmusculature he ever had. His eyelids blinked over a pair of glowing yellow irises, emitting a  \nwarm light that shone in the mirror like a pair of lanterns. He wanted to feel his face, to touch it  \nand make sure it really was his. But for now, all he could do was turn his head left and right,  \npresenting different angles of the new him to himself. \"Oh...my gods....\" His voice was fully  \nworking, but sounded as if it had reverberation, with hollowness to it.\n\nRilt beamed a cheek-to-cheek smile, standing with a sense of pride and accomplishment  \nradiating from him, his fists placed on his hips as he leaned slightly on one leg. \"I told you. We  \nwere going to perfect you. And now you are precisely what we intended to make you. Perfect.  \nAlthough, we still need to check one last item.\"\n\nThe marten's agile little paws began to disassemble the steel surrounding the lion's  \nprivates, giving Tsaro a second surprise. The device was not just a cover, it was a mold. The  \nsubstance which he had been urinating out had filled every bit of space in it, and then hardened.  \nHis ballsac was now solid rubber, and easily a full fifty percent larger. The black shining globes  \ndangled heavily below his crotch, their weight pulling against him. \"Those will take some  \ngetting used to.\" The martin almost giggled under his breath as he spoke, and removed the  \nsecond half covering his lionhood. His cock was also bigger, but not by quite as much. In  \naddition, its shape was altered. He was wider at the tip, with a set of bumps in place of his barbs,  \nribbing the area behind his cockhead. The sight of his new penis made him gasp, and elicited a  \nslight increase in its stiffness, as though it were hollow, and had had something pumped into it.  \n\"Your body no longer has blood per se, it's now a fluid mixture which lubricates and controls. It  \nalso performs erectile functions, as you can see. Because the mutagen coming out of you bonds  \nand hardens quickly, we have to use molds over the places we want changed so it doesn't mix  \nwith the latex skin bath. The same goes for the excess mutagen from your backside that the  \nmachine collects. Speaking of which, we can take that plug out now Nors.\"\n\nThe horse nickered and took hold of the base of the plug, the lion bracing himself. With  \na single, violent yank, the object popped free of Tsaro's tailhole, leaving the opening widened  \nand spread, leaking a copious amount of black goop before ever so slowly beginning to close up.  \nAfter nearly a minute, his anus finally sealed once again and was sprayed down by the wolf, who  \nwas looking more and more excited to see the lion. The tickle of the water against his utterly  \nbared rubber skin made Tsaro squirm in the shackles. The pain which would have accompanied  \nsuch a ruthless stretching and removal from his rump was completely absent, and the lion felt a  \nbit empty back there now.\n\nThe cat's normally masculine marten friend suddenly made a supremely \"fabulous\"  \ngesture of glee, his arms going up in the air with a cheer. \"Finished! Let's get you down from  \nthere!\"\n\nAll three got together and took hold of the exhausted rubber lion, supporting him as the  \nmetal shackles opened simultaneously. The trio carried him to a soft bed-like table nearby, and  \nput his head under a pillow. Tsaro sighed deeply, a dreamy expression on his face as the weasel  \npeered down at him. His voice was low and soothing. \"Now Tsaro, you are no longer a lion.  \nYou are no longer skin, bone, and muscle. We've altered your entire biochemical makeup and  \nplaced each cell of your body in a form a stasis. For all intents and purposes my dear friend...\"  \nA soft paw strokes up from the lion's pubic area all the way to his chin. The soft touch amplified  \nimmensely and making his chest rise up from the table in response. \"...you are a toy. There are  \nmany technicalities we will need to go over with you, but we will wait until the drugs have worn  \noff and you're more coherent.\"\n\nAs Rilt was speaking, Tsaro watched the two rubber creatures, now his brethren,  \napproached him, nude and shining. \"But since you're so relaxed and still somewhat... pickled  \nby the gas, your two new latex brothers are going to give you a bit of a demonstration of what  \nyour new form can do.\" The marten stood still, merely smiling down at him as the lion felt his  \nlegs being lifted by a pair of enormous shiny russet hands. The feeling of rubber against rubber  \nsent waves of pleasure through his mind from just the touch on his new smooth legs. To his  \nright, the blue rubber wolf stood with a full, knotted erection made of the same rubber as the rest  \nof him, his own smooth latex paws now slid up and down the prone feline's chest, teasing at his  \nslippery nipples and soothing him as Tsaro's knees reached his chest.\n\nThe lion's head pivoted forwards with a mixed expression of fear, lust, wanting and  \nuncertainty, viewing the muscular giant below him, and the massive piece of mixed brown and  \nblack rubber horseflesh that stood at attention between his legs. The flaring tip began dripping a  \nclear, thread-like liquid that pooled on the lion's belly. Rilt touched one of his pawpads to the  \npool and worked it in circles around where the feline's navel used to be, then lifted his digit  \ntowards Tsaro's face and held it to his lips. \"Taste.\"\n\nThe lion opened his maw gingerly, letting the marten touch the finger to his tongue, and  \nthe horse's pre filled his senses. The liquid was like silicone lubricant, with a thick, heavy taste  \nthat reminded him of hickory. His focus shifted from his muzzle to his rump, however, as his  \nsoft and exposed backside was greeted by the wet tip of Nors' shaft. He raised a paw in weak  \nprotest; a tired voice echoing from his mouth. \"Too...big! Can't...take a....horse!\"  \nNors showed a toothy grin, displaying his dental equipment to be pearly white, but also  \nshining rubber like the rest of him. \"No lion can take a horse and survive. Luckily for you, you  \nare no longer a lion.\"\n\nThe blue wolf pushed his rubbery muzzle to Tsaro's ear and whispered. \"It's only rape  \nif you don't want it.\" As if on cue, Nors' incredibly powerful hips heaved a forceful shove in the  \ndirection of the poor rubber lion, and speared open the latex of his backside, quickly burying  \ninch after inch of the massive shaft up into the feline's bowels.\n\nThe sudden immense pressure and stretching electrified Tsaro's brain. The slippery  \ninsertion took many seconds, and throughout it all, the lion wailed in ecstasy. Each and every  \nfacet of the enormous phallus was known to him as his new body fed his mind the full brunt of  \nsensations that followed the forced entry into his vulnerable body. The horrible pain and ripping  \nsensations that the feline expected were all nonexistent. All he could feel was the most  \nincredible sense of overwhelming fullness he'd ever known. His latex anus was spasming  \nrhythmically around the three-inch girth that was vanishing into him; spreading open his tunnel  \nas it drove onwards. The member went so deep that the lion almost felt like it touched where his  \nribcage was supposed to be as he felt the pair of orange-sized testicles pressed against his  \nbackside.\n\nWith Nors hilted, the rubber toy lion finally stopped his yowl, his new latex teeth bared  \nas he held his breath, the horse leaning over him. \"Hold on little kitty.\" The withdrawal felt  \nalmost as intense as the entry, and as the rubber horse pressed back inwards, Tsaro felt a  \nsmashing sensation within him that instantly sent stars into his vision, his cock jumping and  \ngiving a squirt. Nors repeated, gathering rhythm and speed, using the lion's rump like the toy it  \nwas, driving through the smooth passage with vigorous enjoyment. Thick spurts of the clear prelube  \nfired from the edges of Tsaro's opening as the rubber horseflesh plowed through it. Loud,  \nwet, squishing sounds emanated from between the pair as each thrust caused the lion toy's body  \nto slide several inches along the raised bed.\n\n\"This is what you'll be doing.\" The marten said, matter-of-factly as he stood alongside  \nthe poor over-fucked rubber lion. \"You're going to be fucking, almost whenever you're awake.  \nA perfect toy like you will only feel happy when you're either mounting, or mounted. No more  \npurpose or desire is within you. All you will ever want is this; over, and over and over again.\"  \nThe marten's words swam inside the new toy's mind, settling into the crevices of his  \npsyche and over-riding his own desires and wants. As the enormous equine whinnied, spilling  \nwhat felt like an unending gush of thick latex cum up the lion toy's bowel, the lion let out a  \npassionate roar, spraying Nors' chin with his own new semen, smoky black and translucent,  \nleaving spidery trails dangling from everything it touched. The two rubber creatures panted, still  \nconnected as they recovered together.\n\n\"Alright, my turn Nors, give the poor toy a chance to do more than one thing.\" The  \nexcited wolf/husky hybrid's bare blue rubber ass shoved towards Tsaro's muzzle. \"You want  \nthis, don't you?\" The latex lion licked his lips, already feeling a new surge of lust and energy  \nentering him. He nodded, feeling renewed and invigorated as the horse's ejaculate sunk into his  \nbody, nourishing the symbiotic rubber that made up what he was now.\n\nWith a satisfied nicker, Nors slowly pulled backward, dropping his semi-flacced cock  \nfree of the lion's abused ass, letting a thick clear flow of his cum gushing from the stretched  \nhole, pouring down the lion's cleft and over his rubbery tail, pooling at the floor. The  \nwithdrawal caused a low yowl from the lion toy, exciting the wolf further as he climbed onto the  \nbed with Tsaro. The blue canine toy bowed low, pressing his rump into the air, and keeping his  \ntail hiked up against his back, presenting himself to the lion with his chest lowered to the  \nmattress, an impish grin on his face. The curves, the smooth latex surface, and the scent of  \nrubber mixed with some kind of noxious musk all worked together to bring the lion to his  \nhaunches, and climb up over the prone canine. His mind didn't ponder anything he was doing,  \nhe simply acted. He mounted the submissive dog toy and wrapped his arms around him. Their  \nlatex skins squeaked as they cavorted, thick cum-lube dripping down over Tsaro's new genitals  \nfrom his backside as he touched his throbbing rubberhood to the wolf's bared hole. \"Waiting for  \nsomething?\"\n\nThe lion growled lustfully, finally putting on a smile of his own and tensed his abs,  \nsliding forward into the wolf, making him bark loudly from the entry. Tsaro had never felt sex  \nlike this before... he felt less like he was fucking and more like he was combining with the wolf,  \nhis member sinking all the way into the perfect blue backside and spurting his pre deep within  \nhim. \"Is this.... How it always is?\" He barely managed to ask through the heavy breathing as he  \nbegan thrusting through the infinitely smooth latex walls of the wolf's passage. The frictionless  \nmotion was still filled with more sensation than he'd ever known; the wolf was so tight around  \nhim he felt like he was stretching open a corgi. The new amplified sensitivity of his skin sent  \nglorious waves of pleasure through every cell of his body. The two latex creatures moaned in  \nunison as the lion thrusted into the willing canine.\n\n\"Ooohh...yeah.. at least it is for me-GLUK!\" Chris' answer was cut short by Nors, who  \nbegan feeding his already wet cock to the wolf, holding behind those blue pointy ears and  \npulling. As the equine turned the wolf into a spit-roast, he chuckled between moans towards  \nTsaro.\n\n\"One of the many advantages to this body... you don't need air anymore.\" The equine  \nruthlessly force-fed the submitting wolf the enormous cock, making Chris' throat swell as the  \nshaft descended down his gullet, easily demonstrating how stretchable their bodies were.  \nTsaro ground his way through the slickened ass beneath him, his entire mind overtaken  \nwith lust alone, his only purpose to cum, and cause others to do the same. In the corner of his  \neye he spotted the weasel, pants-less and with his lab coat open, stroking his fully erect pink  \ncock with slitted eyes as he watched the trio's slippery encounter. The rubbery creatures were  \nsqueaking, slurping, thrusting and moaning as they fulfilled their mental programming to the  \nfullest. And within moments, Tsaro felt his mind flickering into bliss as he let out a powerful  \nlust-filled reverberating leonine roar, spraying deep into the wolf whose belly began to sag as he  \nreceived slippery fluids at both ends from the pair over him. The knotted canine's penis  \nforcefully sprayed translucent blue goo onto the mattress below them as they rode out the  \nmoment together, a slight splash of white weasel cream hitting their shining bodies as Rilt bit his  \nlower lip and came alongside the bed.\n\nIt was several minutes before the collapsed pile of rubber could begin to move again,  \nand Chris moaned heavily, gurgling as he poured thick synthetic cum from both ends onto the  \nmattress. Tsaro attempted to rise and stand, and found himself being caught in mid-fall by the  \nquick movement of Nors and Rilt, his knees having slipped right out from under him. \"You have  \nto be careful when getting up. Every bodily fluid we produce is a form of lubrication, to ensure  \nwe're the best toys we can be. But it also means you can slip and fall really easily.\" Nors spoke  \nwith care but seriousness, adding with a lighthearted chuckle, \"We tend to make a rather  \nsignificant mess of ourselves.\"\n\nChris looked up at Tsaro with dreamy glowing latex eyes. \"You...\" He said, pointing  \nat the lion's smiling rubber face, \"are absolutely wonderful!\"\n\nRilt put his paw on the lion toy's shoulder, a tiny bit of white smearing from his pads.  \n\"So, tell us Tsaro.\" He paused to catch his breath a bit. \"Do you like being a toy? Is this  \nsomething you could get used to?\"\n\nTsaro turned and looked at each of the smiling faces in the room, turning back towards  \nthe marten. \"Please, let me be a toy lion for good. I can't think of anything I'd want more.\"  \nRilt patted the lion toy's slippery black back. \"Well, we'll talk more about that soon.  \nBut for now, how about you get some rest, yes?\" Tsaro had to admit, he was incredibly drained,  \nand nodded tiredly. The group helped one another down from the elevated bed, which, once it  \nwas empty, sank into the floor automatically to be cleaned. The three rubber toys walked with  \nRilt to the showers where everyone washed themselves as much as possible. Nors handed out  \nwhat appeared to be some kind of futuristic sandals to Tsaro and Chris. As the lion placed them  \non his hindpaws, he felt that he could grip the floor once again. \"These make it possible to walk  \nsafely. You can never quite make your skin un-slippery\" Nors said before lifting his mask up  \nand putting it back on. The lion toy got a closer look this time around, and saw that both the  \nwolf and horse opened their mouths as they returned their masks to their faces. Each of their  \nmasks had a gag in the shape of their own species' penis inside. Chris' even sported a small knot  \nat the base. Rilt handed Tsaro his mask. \"Rules are rules. You have to wear it when you're not  \nin use as a toy.\" The lion blushed through his rubbery skin, and as the marten pushed the  \ncovering closer to him. The lion opened his lips obediently and let the lioncock-shaped dildo  \nslip into his maw as his form-fitting mask closed around his face once more. He turned and bent  \nlower so the shorter marten could put a backpack over his shoulders, and felt a cool, sweetsmelling  \nair fill his nostrils as he took deep breaths from the respirator which was now connected  \nto his mask.\n\n\"This mixture helps rubbertoys in many ways. I'll go over it more once you're fully  \ninstructed on your new body. But for now, why don't you follow your new brothers to your  \ndormitory?\"\n\nThe blue wolf quickly sided up to Tsaro, grasping his paw in his own and started  \nleading him down the corridor with a spring in his step, almost skipping, with the masked lion in  \ntow. The enormous horse clopped along behind them as the circular door to the showers closed  \nwith a hiss.\n\nRilt smiled in satisfaction and swished his musky tail. Despite having pawed off, the  \nsituation still had him quite riled up, so he touched a control pad on his wrist, summoning his  \nfavorite toy to join him in his dormitory. He tossed a towel over his shoulder as the door  \nopened. \"Gods I love this job.\" A happy whistle echoed down the corridor as the already horny  \nnude weasel strode to his room.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"A Slippery Slope","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/133273-lemon-s-eternal-happiness.json"}}