Toy
One lucky tiger is transformed into a lovely, squeaky toy with only one thought on his mind - to serve and please his new master.
“Are you ready for this?”
The tiger looked up at the fox and smiled. “Oh you bet,” Rick said, the feline almost quivering with excitement at the package the fox was holding. This had been something Rick and Alex had been looking forward for quite some time, and finally their order had arrived. Slowly Alex opened the plain brown box, tearing through the tape that secured it with his claws. Inside was what looked like shimmering darkness.
A full body suit of latex was within, mostly black but with some markings of pink and white highlighting some of the key features around it. Though it would mostly lie smooth and flat around the wearer, Rick could just about make out the hard outlines of some handles that would jut out from the hips and shoulders. He was already painfully hard, his cock throbbing against the inside of his jeans.
“Shall we get you in this then?” Alex asked, pulling out the incredible suit. Apart from the hood, the suit all came as one piece, with an opening on the back for ease of access.
With an eager nod, Rick quickly shrugged off his clothes, his orange and black striped fur bare for all to see, his erect cock bobbing in front of his belly already.
The fox held the suit out in front of Rick, spreading the back out for him to slowly ease into. Using Alex’s shoulders for support, the tiger put one foot then the other into the legs of the suit, sliding smoothly past the latex until his feet were snug inside the featureless black paws. Wiggling his toes didn’t seem to move the latex at all.
With the fox’s help, Rick was able to pull the suit up his legs, latex pressing against fur and molding to the shape of his limbs. It was all he could do to resist rubbing his hands down his legs, to feel how smooth and shiny he was now, to hear the squeak of flesh on latex.
In the end he didn’t need to. Leaving Rick to hold the chest of the suit, Alex crouched down in front of the tiger, rubbing and prodding at the feline’s latex legs. Rick trembled and gasped. He was able to feel everything the fox did as though the latex were truly his own skin. His cock throbbed, feeling right on the verge of release already, and he hadn’t even touched it yet.
Seeming to notice how close to the edge Rick was, the fox grinned and stood back up again, taking hold of the rest of the costume.
“Let’s get that covered, shall we?” Alex said, tugging on the latex and pulling it up a little more, making it rub against the teased tiger’s balls. Rick just nodded dumbly, twisting his head around to take a look at the back of his legs.
Though the latex was mostly black, there were a couple of pink lines running vertically up each leg, seeming to angle in a little at the top of his thighs. The loose latex was bunched up too much to see where the lines went, but as Rick continued to pull the tiger was forced to look straight in front again and slip his hands into the arm holes of the suit.
Rick shivered as his hands slipped into the fingerless mittens at the end of each arm. He gave them a few experimental clenches while Alex moved around his body, smoothing down the latex where it was still a little rumbled and pulling it closed at his back. The tiger wasn’t sure what sealed it, but his body tingled as the last of his fur was closed away behind the latex, leaving just his head exposed.
Still feeling like he was about to cum, he reached down and rubbed at his crotch with his paws. Instead of finding a latex cock like he had expected, he just had a bulge between his legs.
“N-no cock?” he gasped, finding that bulge was every bit as sensitive as his cock had been, perhaps even more so. Without any fingers, all he could do was rub and press, and he realised that no matter what he did, he just wasn’t able to bring himself to the edge and cum. Panting heavily, he slowly brought his paws away again, allowing himself to inspect the changes that had been made.
His crotch bulge was solid pink, with no trace of his cock beneath the latex. Moving his paws onto his hips, he felt the two thick handles protruding from the latex and found they felt quite sensitive as well. He already longed for Alex to grip him there and fuck him hard. And speaking of which, he twisted around again to see what his rear was like. Perfectly smooth, he let off a quiet whimper of delight when he saw where those pink lines went. They angled in perfectly to his tailhole, even seeming to end in a couple of arrows pointing directly at it.
Rick held his paws to his face, noticing the pink pad painted on each one. Like his toes, he found himself unable to move his fingers individually any more, restricting his movement and only allowing his to rub at his furred face.
“C-can you finish it?” the tiger whined, one paw dropping down to his crotch again. He needed to cum so bad, feeling right on the edge, sure that once his head was sealed away in latex he’d be able to find his release.
Alex batted away Rick’s paw, reaching down to give the tiger’s bulge a firm squeeze. Alex almost fell over, his legs going weak as he thrust up into the fox’s grip but still his release didn’t come.
The tiger was then surprised when Alex pushed him down to the floor. He found himself powerless to resist, his body weak. His back on the floor, Rick shivered as the fox loomed above him and started to remove his clothes.
“Does a toy get to cum?” the fox asked as he threw his underwear aside, his thick cock already erect and dribbling pre.
“Toy?” Rick asked with a quiet whimper, wanting to reach down and start rubbing his crotch again, but just about resisting.
“Yes, toy,” Alex said with a grin, one foot moving forward to press against Rick’s bulge, rubbing hard against it. The tiger moaned, loving the feeling of that. It felt so utterly amazing his eyes rolled back in on his head, making him pant. He almost begged to be allowed to cum, but the more the fox rubbed, the most he came to realise something. No matter how hard Alex pushed against his crotch, there was absolutely no sensation from his cock beneath the latex. It was like it wasn’t even there. “That is what you are, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes, toy,” the tiger said, nodding quickly, biting his lip and rubbing his paws over his furred head. That just didn’t feel right any more. What use was fur when latex was so much nicer and smoother?
Removing his foot from the tiger’s crotch, the fox reached out for the latex hood. The tiger tried to grab it, but his paws couldn’t grip on the slippery latex no matter how hard he tried. With a whine the feline relented, allowing Alex to pull the hood over his head.
For a moment he was blind, but then the latex slipped fully over his head and settled into place, allowing him to see once more. He longed for a mirror, to see what he had become. Thankfully Alex seemed to know his need, leading the tiger towards the bathroom where he would be able to look into the full length mirror.
Walking on his toeless feet was interesting, especially as his feet were oversized compared to the rest of his body, but he managed to make it without stumbling. It was only once he was halfway to the bathroom did he realise he hadn’t taken a single breath since the hood had covered his face. A moment of panic threatened to take him, before a squeeze on his paw from Alex calmed him instantly.
Of course the fox wouldn’t let him come to harm. He knew he could feel safe around him.
“There you go, look how beautiful you look,” Alex whispered, standing to the side and allowing the feline to inspect himself in the mirror.
Clad fully in latex, the feline was perfectly smooth and shiny. Though mostly black, the pink markings up his leg and over his chest and arms seemed to direct attention first to his prominent bulge, and then around to his rear. Two handles adorned his hips, with two more at his shoulders. His face remained feline in appearance, and but for a few white highlights around his eyes, was completely black.
“What do you think?” Alex asked, brushing a hand over one of the handles and making the tiger shiver.
“T-toy…” the feline squeaked, running a paw over his new face. “I’m… Toy.”
Alex smirked, fingers wrapping around the handle as he pulled his toy away from the mirror, dragging him towards the bedroom. The toy was powerless to resist, having no choice but to follow the fox, the tugs on his handle feeling like he was being jerked off, building the ever-present need to cum but bringing him no closer to release.
Throwing his toy onto his bed, Alex leapt onto the mattress just after the latex tiger, his erect shaft rubbing against the feline’s bulge. The toy moaned with need, pushing up into the thick cock, a little pre soaking into his pink latex bulge.
“Do you want it?”
The toy nodded, whining a little as he hugged the fox weakly, his arms to able to provide any strength at all. His paws rubbed at Alex’s back, holding the fox as close as he could.
“Show me how much of a toy you are then,” Alex growled, gripping hard on the toy’s shoulder handles. He dragged the feline down, rubbing his cock over the latex muzzle.
Without any hesitation the toy impaled itself on Alex’s cock, taking the thick shaft completely and filling its muzzle, finding it was able to squeeze down around the fox. Its mouth formed an almost perfect seal, allowing the fox to thrust hard and fast against the latex. All it could do was squeak in delight, eyes closed as it tried to push back against the fox as much as it could.
The tugs on its handles felt as good as a rub on its bulge, and the harder Alex pulled the more the toy loved it. It could feel the fox’s pre drooling down its throat, its latex skin squeaking as it was roughly fucked. Any thoughts of its own release was utterly obliterated. It was a toy. It was designed to serve and to provide pleasure. Toys didn’t cum. Toys couldn’t cum. All it could do was take the cum of others.
Toy didn’t know how long Alex fucked him for, thrusting hard and fast into its muzzle. All that it knew was that it longed to taste cum pouring down its throat, and it squeezed harder and tighter around the thick, dribbling cock.
Alex’s grunts and whimpers became more urgent and desperate, his fingers gripped around the toy’s handles, almost tearing them clean away from the latex as he bucked hard into the toy’s eager muzzle. For the fox it was the greatest orgasm he’d ever felt, pulse after pulse of his cum pouring deep into the toy’s throat. For the toy, it was utter bliss. The moment the fox’s cum hit its throat it squeaked loudly, its whole body vibrating in a build-up of pleasure, ever growing with no hope of release. It pressed hard into the vulpine crotch in front of it, never wanting to be pulled away, yet he was powerless to resist the fox as it was peeled away from the cock.
Alex flopped down on the bed with a contented moan, one hand reaching down to give the toy’s bulge a squeeze. “Oh wow…”
Toy squeaked, unable to move its mouth enough to squeak. Knowing better than moving its paws up to feel around, it instead just tilted its head towards its master.
Alex grinned, one finger poking against the toy’s muzzle, feeling around the latex fleshlight tube its mouth had become. “Mmm, just perfect for fucking,” the fox said lazily, teasing his finger around inside the ridged tube. “Don’t worry, that will return back to your mouth before too long.”
The fox patted the toy on the cheek, giving it a gentle kiss. “If I let it change back, anyway. After all, why does a toy need to talk?”
Toy squeaked again, a slight blush tinging its cheeks. The fox giggled at the sight. “That’s my good toy. Mine for always.”
Always. Toy squeaked happily. Always sounds good. Especially if its master fucked it all the time. Or let other people fuck it. It really didn’t mind, so long as it got to taste cum it knew it would be happy.
It would be a good toy.