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“And wake.”

Sige’s awareness slowly bubbled up to the forefront of his mind. His thoughts were slowly and foggy still, and while his eyes were open he couldn’t see anything but for a bright screen in front of him. Nothing was displayed on the screen, just a rectangle of bright, white light. He made no effort at moving, feeling the straps around his wrists and ankles that kept him pinned to the chair he was sat in.

“Can you remember where you are?”

Sige tried to speak, but he found his mouth was gagged. Instead he just shook his head. He didn’t know where he was, or how he had come to be here. All he could see was the white screen, and all he could hear was the calm, soothing voice. Somewhere deep down he knew he should be worried, but he just couldn’t bring those concerns to the forefront of his mind.

“Good,” the voice crooned, and Sige smiled around his gag. The screen started to flicker; words flashing up too fast for the cat’s conscious mind to process. He simply sat there and let the light wash over him, his thoughts slow and laboured. He didn’t even struggle as the back of the chair lowered behind him, pulling him down to lie flat. The flickering screen swung up so that it remained directly in front of him as his ankles were raised up off the floor so he lay horizontally.

It was then that Sige realised that he was completely nude, but the voice told him not to worry. That he was safe. Sige couldn’t bring himself to disagree, feeling so warm and cosy in his bonds. This was exactly where he wanted to be.

Somewhere beyond the field of his vision, Sige could hear a machine whirring to life. He didn’t pay it any attention though, not even when he felt soft hands stroke through the fur on his chest. He didn’t flinch, his mouth hanging slightly open even as those hands dropped ever further down, until the fingers cupped around his balls.

“Such a good cat,” the voice whispered, and Sige felt a surge of pleasure rush through his body that had nothing to do with the hand at his crotch. It was the words. He needed them again. He needed to be told that once more. When the voice spoke again though, it wasn’t the words he wanted. “Now, cat. Will you do something for me? Will you give up something very important?”

He didn’t even think about it. Mumbling incoherently around his gag, Sige nodded quickly.

“Good cat.”

Sige arched his back and moaned through his gag, pleasure radiating through his body at the mere words spoken. The hand on his balls and the fingers lightly squeezing his cock were nothing compared to those words. For a moment he almost wanted to close his eyes, but then the screen seemed to flash with more urgent insistence, preventing him from taking his gaze away from the white light for even a second.

The hand was withdrawn from his crotch, the feeling soon replaced by a strange coolness as a thick liquid dripped down onto him. He could feel it coating his fur, but not once did he get the urge to look down and see what it was. He was a good cat, and they didn’t look away from the white screen of calm and comfort.

As the liquid hardened, the coolness started to fade. Sige clenched his paws as he could feel… something change. His nose twitched as he took a deep breath in, the unmistakable scent of rubber on the air. Liquid rubber coating his crotch, leaving it black and glossy.

With every continued breath he took, the smell of rubber seeped through his mind. He couldn’t think of anything else as his trance deepened further. His senses were diminished to just the one source each. His sight to the flickering screen; hearing to the calming, mysterious voice; and his smell to the growing scent of rubber. His sense of touch was similarly reduced as the hands started to fondle his rubbery cock, making the cat bite into his gag. Even when the hands were withdrawn, the rest of his body seemed to be quite numb by comparison.

The machine above him whirred into life once more, and this time Sige felt a smooth metal plate clamp down hard on his crotch. Instead of trying to retreat away, he instead pressed his hips up into it. It squeezed tight around him, but it didn’t hurt. It felt good. Almost too good. Every last lingering thought was obliterated from his mind as he howled into his gag.

As his mind and awareness faded to nothing, the last feeling Sige had was of something pushing deep into his crotch, changing him. It all felt so right.

***

Sige woke up feeling like he had a terrible hangover. His head ached and his body was sore. He hadn’t had that fun a night, had he? Slowly he opened his eyes and looked up to the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling. He threw off his bedsheets and hauled himself up to his paws, rubbing his hands over his eyes and groaning.

There was something he was forgetting, he knew that much at least. Something was nagging at the back of his mind. Perhaps a wild dream, but that didn’t explain the ache he felt throughout his body.

Making his way to the bathroom to deal with his morning business, Sige quickly glanced in the mirror. His reflection didn’t look particularly weary. His fur looked reasonable and not sticking up too badly, and there was a slight glossy sheen coming from around his crotch. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned to stand in front of the toilet and his hands grasped momentarily at his crotch…

Sige froze in place. His hand twitched as his mind tried to process two different and conflicting realities at the same time. For a few seconds he was totally incapacitated before his mind finally accepted the new thoughts that had been implanted in his head. He turned around and sat down, carrying on with his morning routine as though nothing had ever happened.

The shower was next, hopefully to smooth down some of the wilder parts of his fur that had stuck up during the night. Taking a minute to find the right temperature for the water, Sige eventually stuck his head beneath the flow and let it plaster his fur down to his body. Waiting until he was totally soaked through, he then started to lather up some soap and shampoo to brush it through his fur. His claws helped pick through any little knots that had formed.

He was proud of how long he resisted, but his hands inevitably found their way to his crotch. He shivered as a tingle of pleasure rippled through his body as his fingers pressed into the smooth rubber that coated his groin and hips. Water trickled over his shiny skin, the gentle movement teasing his feminine lips and making him gasp.

One finger squeaked as he dragged it over his lips, before gently pushing it inside and feeling the wet slickness grip around the digit. It felt like his finger was being sucked inside, his body clamouring to have it push in deeper. But he resisted. He knew if he sunk his fingers into his pussy now, he would be stuck in the shower for hours, and he simply didn’t have that sort of time to spare.

Even after just a few seconds of teasing himself, his legs were trembling as he turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bathroom rug. He took his time drying and then brushing his fur, making sure it looked just perfect in the mirror. He patted his crotch dry too, making sure no water remained beaded on his skin, and once more firmly resisting the urge to finger himself again. By the time he was done, he felt like he needed another cold shower to calm himself down.

“Dammit, I’m going to be horny all day now,” he muttered as he rested his hands on the sink. He twitched his muzzle and tilted his head to the side as he inspected his reflection in the mirror. A definite improvement. A shower always bettered his mood, despite the claim that cats hated the water.

Winking at his reflection, Sige picked his collar up from next to the sink and slipped it around his neck, loving the jingling sound the bell made whenever he moved his head. He then turned and padded back into his room, stretching his hands high above his head as he did so. He started to sift through his drawers to look for something to wear, but frowned in confusion. This wasn’t right. These were all boxer shorts and other masculine types of underwear. They didn’t suit his crotch at all. He growled under his breath. His housemate must have thought this was a funny prank, sneaking in and changing around his clothes.

Finding the tightest pair of boxers he could find, he slipped them on beneath a pair of shorts. They hugged his hips nicely, though none of the rubber was visible with them on. He could feel the smooth rubber sliding beneath the soft fabric with every moment of his legs, while the ill-fitting boxers bunched up and pressed against his pussy. He clenched his teeth and suppressed a longing moan. This was going to make things difficult indeed.

Taking a few breaths to try to stymie the growing lust in his groin, Sige slipped on a shirt and glanced around his room to gather the remainder of the things he needed. Phone, wallet, keys, collar. He had a friend to go visit, and perhaps one who could help soothe the need between his legs.

Shareal was an old friend of his, and the dragon was always one who adored rubber and latex. He was sure the dragon wouldn’t be able to resist getting down and placing his muzzle at his crotch.

Grimacing again as the thought of Shareal’s tongue licking out his pussy sent hot flushes through his body, Sige rubbed his hands into his temples and tried to think about something… anything else. It wasn’t until he made it outside that he was finally successful, the cool bite of a strong wind ruffling through his fur and distracting his mind. He wondered then if it might have been better to wear something other than his shorts, but he decided that the cold air would be better to keep his mind from distracting thoughts. Besides, he loved how they framed his hips and crotch, leaving little to the imagination and making it quite obvious that he lacked what other males possessed.

It gave Sige such a thrill, knowing how different he was. Not only was everything between his legs fully rubbery, but he possessed a vagina when most males had a cock and balls. Some of his friends called him a cunt boy, or c-boy if they wanted to be polite, but usually Sige would say he was intersex to people who asked. He blushed a little beneath his fur as he thought about it. Every time someone was curious about his alternate anatomy, it turned him on that little bit more. But whenever someone asked him about how he’d got it, his mind turned foggy and slow, and he always tried to change the subject. Just like the other day, when that deer had approached him and…

Sige blinked and shook his head. His paws had kept moving, but he hadn’t been aware of anything that had happened to him since leaving his house. He couldn’t remember what he’d been thinking about either. Instead of worrying about it, he turned his head up to the sky, hidden behind a low cover of slate-grey clouds. It looked like there could be snow on the way. He grinned and swished his tail in excitement. Waking up in the morning and seeing the ground covered in white was one of the best ways to wake up. Other than feeling a tongue or cock prodding against his pussy, that was.

“I need to get laid,” Sige muttered, ignoring the confused glance a nearby lion gave him. He had to be in heat, he was sure of it. He simply couldn’t stop thinking of sex and how desperately he wanted his pussy to be filled. By Shareal’s cock, preferably.

Sige was glad to realise that his wandering paws had actually brought him fairly close to the dragon’s home. He could hardly wait, and he broke into a sprint to get there a little faster. His boxers bunched up with the firmer movement, a thick bunch of fabric sliding up between his smooth lower lips. He nearly stumbled and fell, his body trembling from the increasing pleasure that was washing over him in powerful waves. It was so strong that he had to stop and pant, leaning over and resting on the gate to Shareal’s front garden. His tail was raised right up, practically presenting himself to the road behind him.

When he had restored a modicum of composure, he opened the gate and hurried up the small path. After knocking on the door he didn’t have too long to wait. Shareal opened the door and welcomed the needy cat into his home.

Shareal was a large dragon, standing a quite a bit taller than Sige. His scales were mostly red, but a yellow belly could be seen beneath the tightly-fitting shirt he wore; holes cut in the back for his wide wings.

“Took your time,” the dragon rumbled as he guided Sige through to the living room. The dragon flicked Sige’s collar bell, making it jingle and the cat blush. The dragon wore his own adornment around his neck; a glowing rainbow band that hugged tight to his scales. “Was about to call you and see where you were.”

Sige rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, sorry. Got a bit… distracted in the shower,” the cat admitted, keeping his eyes away from the towering dragon.

Shareal raised his brow and chuckled, before twitching his muzzle and tilting his head slightly to one side. His nostrils flared as he breathed in. “Oh really? Well I’m sorry to draw you away from your fun times in the shower.”

Shuffling his paws against the carpet, Sige held his hands in front of him. “I cut it short. Didn’t want to be too late,” he muttered beneath his breath. “It’s been… difficult today, and I don’t know why.”

Shareal flicked his tail and twitched his muzzle again, looking over the cat with some intent in his eyes, before eventually turning away. The two had planned for a day of games, and the dragon had already set up the console for them to play. It seemed the dragon wasn’t in the mood to help Sige alleviate the desperate itch he had. Suppressing a needy whimper, the cat hopped up onto the couch, bringing his legs up in an attempt to minimise the rubbing against his pussy.

It was difficult for Sige to concentrate at all. Though these were all games he was good at, his fingers trembled as he held the controller, and he kept missing the buttons or jerking the thumbpad to the side. And all the while the need between his legs just kept growing, but the dragon on the seat just to his right seemed totally uninterested in relieving him with cock or muzzle.

After about an hour of playing and still no relief in sight, Sige had lost game after game after game, and was having to endure the good-natured taunts from the dragon. He was getting desperate, and in his need he managed to convince himself that if he managed to beat the dragon just once, Shareal would take mercy on him and finally give him what he truly desired. With renewed determination, Sige focussed hard on the game, but even then he was unable to defeat the dragon at all, not even getting close to his friend’s consistently high scores.

Eventually he tossed the controller to the side and leaned back, rubbing his hands over his face. Shareal saw the cat’s capitulation as a sign for some lunch, and he retreated to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for the two of them. Though Sige wanted to join his friend in the other room, he didn’t trust his legs to support his weight, such were the strength of the feelings radiating out from his desperate crotch. It took all of his willpower not to just start fingering himself there on the couch.

He was able to restore a little of his composure by the time Shareal returned, enough to sit up straighter and keep his hands well away from his crotch. His eyes kept flicking down towards the dragon’s crotch, a noticeable bulge in his trousers, like all males should have. But not the cat.

As they started to eat, they remained in silence for a few minutes before Shareal brought up something that had clearly been on his mind for some time. “You’re… wearing rubber, aren’t you? I thought I could smell something when you first got here, but I certainly can now.”

Sige flicked his ears. It sounded like quite a strange question for the dragon to ask. “Wearing? No,” he squeaked. Shareal had to know that. After all, he’d seen him naked so many times before, and used his… his… once again Sige’s mind slowed to a crawl as he tried to process his thoughts, before eventually blinking and shaking his head when he realised the dragon was talking again.

“…sure you’re alright? You seem a little dazed today. Sure it wasn’t anything that happened yesterday? You were very vague about where you were going.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Really. Just a bit worked up, that’s all,” Sige replied, giving the dragon a gentle smile. He spread his legs a little, hoping to attract Shareal’s attention, but the dragon just looked back down at his food.

A few more minutes passed, by which time Shareal had finished his small lunch, but Sige had barely even touched his. “And the rubber?” the dragon asked.

Sige tilted his head. “What do you mean? It’s not like I have a choice with it,” he mumbled, a blush rising to his cheeks beneath his fur. He pulled the waistband of his shorts down a little, just to show off a strip of the rubber around his hips.

“Hah! So you are wearing some?” Shareal said with a grin. The dragon approached Sige, sitting down on the couch next to the cat and extending one scaled hand out to rest on Sige’s hip.

“I’m not,” Sige squeaked, suppressing a lustful moan from just the merest touch on his body. He didn’t understand why the dragon wasn’t getting it. He knew what he was like, it didn’t make sense.

“It feels like you are,” Shareal said, stroking one finger over the smooth rubber, letting it squeak softly beneath his scales. He stroked up until his fingers brushed through the cat’s fur, but then he paused. He ran his fingers up and down over the divide between rubber and flesh, but it was a seamless meld between the two. The dragon frowned. “You’re… not wearing it?”

Rolling his eyes, Sige gave the dragon a gentle nudge away so he could lower down his shorts and underwear further, showing off all of his sleek, shiny crotch. “Why did you think it would be any different?”

Shareal could only blink and stare as Sige stripped down in front of him. The cat’s markings were all the same, a deep grey with dark blue stripes, but instead of fur it was smooth and glossy rubber between his friend’s legs. And instead of the expected cock and balls, it was a feminine slit that gleamed in the light, already appearing to be slick with lubricant.

It was a relief for Sige just to get his boxers away from his pussy, the constant rubbing of fabric over rubber no longer tormenting him. It did little to relieve his need though, but he just lay back and relaxed as he felt Shareal’s scaled fingers lightly stroking over him.

“Well this is interesting,” Shareal said as his fingers danced across the smooth rubber. They stayed agonisingly away from the cat’s slit though, keeping Sige on edge and desperate. “Judging by your whimpers, this is incredibly sensitive too.”

Sige nodded, biting his lip as he tried in vain to stop the whimpers and moans, but he simply couldn’t. He couldn’t remember ever being so horny before, so desperate for his pussy to be filled by something, anything! But still the dragon seemed content to tease and explore rather than actually sate his desire. It was even affecting his other senses now too. He could taste rubber on his tongue, which in turn fuelled his sense of smell. He felt almost intoxicated by it.

Without even realising what he was doing, Sige leaned forward and tugged his fingers beneath the waistband of Shareal’s trousers. The dragon didn’t resist as he pulled them free, revealing his tight underwear that framed the transition between yellow and red scales. Shareal was already starting to bulge them out, his cock emerging from his hidden slit.

Sige nuzzled into the dragon’s crotch, running his tongue over the underwear and inhaling the clean scent of his friend’s musk. It must be such a delightful feeling, to have a natural odour rather than the harsh but pleasurable rubber scent, Sige thought to himself as he teased his muzzle around the dragon’s growing cock bulge.

Two hands rested on Sige’s shoulders, holding him in place as he played with the thickening cock. The tip pushed out one leg of the dragon’s boxers, stretching the fabric a little and giving the cat a small sighter of what was to come. He licked his lips and slowly eased the underwear down, pulling it away and revealing inch after inch of the dragon’s cock.

The red, ridged cock was long and thick. Had it not been partially restrained by the boxer shorts, it would have bobbed up over the dragon’s abs. Instead it was cradled lovingly between Sige’s hands, his muzzle pressed right up against the base so that his tongue could slide in to the slit and coax out the last couple of inches.

“Go on, lean back. Let me feel how nice you are down there,” Shareal whispered, pushing down with his hands and applying pressure on Sige’s shoulders. The cat immediately obeyed, throwing himself back against the couch and leaning against the cushions, stripping off his shirt and spreading his legs wide. He then watched in trembling anticipation as Shareal removed the last of his clothing too, standing nude with his large cock thrust out in front of him.

But it wasn’t the thick shaft that got to work on him first. Instead Shareal placed his hands on the cat’s legs and pressed his scaled muzzle between the cat’s furry thighs. Sige arched his head back and howled in pleasure as he felt the first lick from the dragon’s powerful tongue flicking against his pussy.

The thick, muscular tongue teased between his lips for a few moments, sliding up and down and getting a good taste of the lubricating fluids that were already leaking from him. Then the tongue pressed in and teased his slick folds. Sige clenched his thighs hard around Shareal’s neck, moaning in bliss as pleasure radiated out through his body. It felt better than anything he’d experienced before, so much nicer than the couple of fingers he had explored with earlier.

Shareal’s’ tongue was coated with Sige’s lubricants. Every movement against the cat’s rubber pussy made it squeak and creak, the sounds contrasting with Sige’s unhindered moans. The dragon had to exert a massive effort just to pull away; partly because of the grip Sige’s legs had around his neck, but also because of the addictive taste. He couldn’t stop licking his lips long after he withdrew his head and moved his hands up to hold onto Sige’s shoulders. His cock lined up with the rubber slit, and with his saliva and Sige’s lubricant, it was easy to slide into the warm, tight hole.

Sige could feel every ridge of the thick cock stretching him out, a blissful sensation that made him yowl and curl his toes. “D-deeper,” he gasped, encouraging the dragon to push in harder. His lips sought out the dragon’s.

“Good cat,” Shareal replied, before locking lips with Sige.

The moment he heard those words, Sige entered a deep trance, his thoughts slowing to nothing. He still gasped and moaned in response to Shareal’s gentle thrusts, but his eyes were blank and vacant as his hands gripped onto the dragon’s shoulders.

The wet lubrication that leaked from Sige’s vagina started to change consistency and colour, going from slick and clear to a sticky black. Neither dragon nor cat noticed, both lost in pleasure. Even Shareal was feeling dazed and overcome with lust as Sige’s scent had an aphrodisiac effect on his mind.

It was a slow change at first, but with every thrust into Sige’s needy pussy, Shareal’s cock started to shift. It thickened slightly, and became as glossy and smooth as the cat’s crotch as the deep red colouration began to darken to pitch black.

The gentle squeak of rubber on rubber filled their ears as the dragon thrust into Sige. The two were locked together in a passionate kiss, their minds completely blank but for the desire to keep going further, to fulfil their lustful needs.

Gradually, the rubber spread to coat Shareal’s cock, swelling every ridge so they were clearly defined from the rest of his shaft. It was a perfect black in colour, looking just like a thick dildo whose base was buried deep inside his slit. To the dazed dragon, it felt better than anything he had known before. Each time his ridges slid against Sige’s wet lips another burst of pleasure speared through his body. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. The cat’s pussy was so wet and slick that with each thrust he just slid in deeper each time, his shaft gliding between the smooth lips with barely any resistance.

Soon Shareal’s crotch was like Sige’s, smooth and shiny black between his scales. The rubber spread around his hips and over his rump too, but for the moment the changes had stopped there.

In unison, the two howled and moaned in pleasure, adding their vocals to Sige’s collar bell jingling as he bounced back and forth on the couch. Their crotches were pressed together in a mindless display of lust and desire. The cat squirmed and cried out, brought up to the brink of release, but no matter how hard Shareal thrust against him, he just wasn’t able to get over that edge, locked right below that threshold.

The dragon had no such issues, and his hands gripped into Sige’s shoulders as his whole body shuddered, giving a few last, uneven thrusts into his wet pussy. With a load cry he came, filling Sige up with his seed, his new rubbery cock twitching as he buried it as deep as he could into the feline.

Slowly their minds started to return to them, thoughts bubbling up to the surface as their erotic haze was gradually withdrawn. Sige was still burning with lust, but his thoughts were becoming clearer. His pussy involuntarily squeezed around Shareal’s cock a few times, milking the dragon’s shaft of the rest of its cum. With a shuddering moan, Shareal withdrew, sliding his cock free and making the cat yowl in pleasure from the ridges rubbing against his sensitive inner walls.

Shareal blinked a few times, looking down at Sige and rubbing his hand over the cat’s chest, before jingling the bell at his neck. “That felt really good,” the dragon said with a smile. He stretched his legs and slowly sat up. His hands slowly rubbed down his belly, before finding the rubber that had spread across his crotch. “Huh, what’s this?”

The smooth latex felt incredibly sensitive to his scaled fingers. It felt pliable too, like there was little more than a soft foam beneath. He kneaded his fingers into his lap and stretched his legs out.

Sige crawled across and nuzzled into Shareal’s crotch, running his tongue over the dildo-like shaft. “Oh now this is fun,” the cat purred, making the dragon moan from the licks to his sensitive, spent shaft. The cum that still lingered on the tip tasted different now, having a bit of an acrid, rubber taste. It would have been addicting to the feline, had there been any more of it, but Shareal had no more cum left to give. Yet still his shaft remained erect, bouncing back and forth as Sige’s tongue dragged against it, making the dragon shudder.

Shareal was finding it a little harder to move, his limbs feeling strange as he sprawled back on the couch, letting Sige toy with his hard cock. He tried to shift his legs, but they felt numb and listless, and with the cat’s body in the way he couldn’t see what was the matter with them. He rested his head back and closed his eyes, just enjoying the teasing tongue from Sige.

Crawling in between the dragon’s legs, Sige continued to nuzzle and paw at Shareal’s crotch. The two were completely oblivious to the changes that were altering Shareal’s limbs. It had started with the dragon’s feet, his scales starting to meld together to form a slick, flat surface. His feet looked like his crotch, smooth and rubbery, only retaining their original red colours. It looked like he was wearing latex socks that perfectly matched his scales, only there was no seam between rubber and scale.

The further up the rubber spread, the less Shareal could move. It wasn’t until the changes progressed right up to his knees did he try to push Sige away to see why he couldn’t move his feet. The dragon gasped as he looked down at his shiny lower legs, unable to do so much as even wiggle his toes.

Sige dropped down to the floor and rubbed one of the dragon’s feet. It was soft and pliable in his grip, his fingers pressing deep into the dragon’s toes. They were soft and foamy, and the cat’s hands slowly worked their way up Shareal’s legs.

“What did you do to me?” the dragon asked, reaching down and gripping his hands around his knees, as though that would be able to help slow the change down. Instead the shininess just crept further up his legs, starting to cover his thighs.

“Me? I did nothing,” Sige said with a grin. The cat nosed and nuzzled into the dragon’s changing legs, wrapping his hands around them and giving them a firm squeeze. They crumpled easily between his fingers, the rubber dimpling and creasing, making the dragon gasp in surprise.

“You have to have done something,” Shareal said, squirming in his seat and moving his hands further up his legs.

Sige shook his head as he gripped and kneaded into the dragon’s legs. “Nope. Nothing at all. Just sit back and enjoy it. It feels good, yes?” he said, teasing his tongue up over Shareal’s twitching cock again.

The dragon leaned back and exhaled heavily. His eyes were closed again as he nodded. “Feels really nice…” he murmured. “But I can’t move my legs at all.”

Sige didn’t respond to that, just stroking over the dragon’s legs as though encouraging the rubber to spread more. “I wonder what you’re turning into. Like some sort of rubber doll, I think,” the cat said, a wide grin dominating his face as he played with the dragon’s rubber cock.

Shareal couldn’t bring himself to be too concerned, the pleasurable feelings over his rubbery lower half annulling the fears the lack of movement should have brought to the forefront of his mind. As the rubber spread up to his crotch, thin tendrils of red and yellow started to spread over the glossy black that had already replaced the dragon’s scales. Likewise his cock started to change colour again too, returning back to its deep red with a new, uniform shine.

Pawing at the ruby rubber cock like it was a new toy, Sige explored every inch of it with his tongue. Once black was thoroughly coated with red and yellow, the rubber started to extend tendrils up Shareal’s chest and spread further. His tongue found that the dragon no longer had any slit at all, that the cock rose directly up from Shareal’s crotch, a perfectly smooth meld of rubber providing no join between the two. Shareal didn’t appear to have noticed that particular change yet, and Sige grinned and he prodded and poked his tongue against the base of the draconic shaft.

Shareal was starting to feel quite hollow and empty. It took the dragon a short while to realise that he wasn’t even breathing anymore, yet nor was he short of breath. He tried to run his hands down his chest, but it was then that he realised he couldn’t move his arms at all.

Even then the dragon couldn’t panic, instead feeling a soothing calm as he relaxed against the back of the couch. There was nothing he could do to move, so he might as well enjoy the pleasurable feeling of rubber slowly rippling over his scales, converting his flesh and bone to soft latex foam.

His head remained solid even as it was converted to rubber. Unlike the rest of his body, he found he was still able to control his jaw and turn his eyes, but everything below his neck was completely still.

Sige whined as he felt the thick cock start to shrink away. The rubber shaft melted away into Shareal’s crotch, with both of them helpless to stop it. Yet the dragon was sure he could still feel it. His crotch was smoother than the cuntboy cat’s now, but his cock still rubbed against something as his legs were moved by the gentle pawings from Sige.

Something hard dug into the back of Shareal’s neck, what felt like a small piece of metal. Lacking the ability to move, he couldn’t reach back and find out what it was. All he could do was ask the cat to take a look.

Sige sat on Shareal’s lap, grinding his slit against the dragon’s bare groin. He compressed the dragon’s legs beneath his weight, and the bumping and grinding made the dragon gasp in pleasure as his hidden cock was teased some more.

The cat’s wandering fingers teased behind Shareal’s head, stroking down the back of his neck. He quickly found what had been pressing into the dragon, and his grin grew wider as he recognised what it was.

Sige picked Shareal up, the dragon much lighter now. His body crumpled and folded over on itself, nothing left to support it as he was turned over and placed face-down on the couch.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Shareal asked, his voice muffled as his head was pressed down into the cushions. His protests stopped when he felt Sige’s fingers grip around the metallic protrusion in his back. It was the strangest sensation, but as the little piece of metal moved down his back, he could feel himself peeling open, his rubber separating as he was unzipped.

The metallic zipper teeth ran all the way down his back, between his wings from his neck to the base of his tail, half-hidden by a thin flap of latex. Inside he was black and shiny and, as Sige’s fingers soon found out, was wet and slick, already lubricated. It was so inviting, making him want to just slide right in.

“How does that feel?” Sige purred, rubbing his fingers around the inside of the newly formed rubber dragon suit. From his initial explorations, all four of Shareal’s limbs were hollow rubber, forming what would surely be a skin-tight suit. Given the dragon’s advantage in size over the cat, it was probably useful that Shareal’s head was solid rubber, though there didn’t appear to be anywhere for the cat to see out of should he step inside his friend.

“It feels so nice,” Shareal murmured. He shivered, and his slick, inner skin seemed to leak a little more lubricant that coated Sige’s hand. “Can… can you wear me?”

Sige purred and wagged his tail. “With pleasure,” he said. He sat back on the couch and hefted the dragon suit up. He pushed his right foot inside, and the two shivered in pleasure as it glided in deep to the dragon’s leg.

The draconic rubber didn’t stick at all, allowing his foot to sink all the way down to the bottom with ease. He wiggled his toes to let them fit inside Shareal’s, grinning as he listened to the dragon’s soft moans. The cat couldn’t even imagine the feeling. Before giving his friend a chance to get used to it, he scrunched up the dragon to ease his other leg inside. As he hitched the suit up, the cat felt something rub against his pussy.

Both cat and dragon gasped. They had found Shareal’s cock. Instead of pushing out from his groin, it was instead jutting out inside the suit, in the perfect place to just slide right into the wearer’s pussy. It didn’t take much manoeuvring to get the cocktip to line up with his pussy, and just a gentle push to get it in right to the hilt. The cat groaned and clenched tight around the shaft, feeling the suit squeeze around his legs in response. It was all he could do to stop his hips rocking back and forth.

“That feels amazing,” Shareal groaned as Sige fed his tail into the thicker, draconic tail.

Sige could feel the suit clenching around his legs as the dragon struggled to move. Without waiting to enjoy the cock in his pussy, he pushed aside Shareal’s wings and started to pull up the shoulders of the dragon suit. Every tug made the thick cock jump and twitch, and the cat’s breaths were heavy by the time he managed to slide his right hand down into Shareal’s arm.

The dragon slipped over his fur with absolute ease, not pinching into him and fitting snug to his body. Even though Sige was shorted than Shareal, the dragon suit was the perfect size for the feline. Everything was skin tight, yet didn’t stick or resist being put on properly.

Once both shoulders were in, all that remained was the dragon’s head, dangling down over Sige’s chest, and securing the zipper up their back. As he gripped onto Shareal’s head, he could feel the dragon shiver in anticipation. The cat’s rubbered finger slide into Shareal’s mouth, teasing the dragon with a few squeaking rubs.

Suppressing a shiver as he felt Shareal’s cock twitch in his pussy, Sige withdrew his finger and reached around his neck. He unclipped his collar, feeling oddly naked without it secure in place, and dropped it down onto the couch.

Neither of them could wait any longer, and Sige ducked his head down to slip it into the dragon’s empty neck. Despite his earlier concerns that there was nowhere for his head, he felt the soft, foamy insides of the dragon’s head stretch to compress tightly around his head and muzzle. For a few moments he couldn’t breathe or see, but with another firm tug a couple of pinpricks of light grew before his eyes.

Sige held his hands in front of his face, marvelling in the shiny red colouration. They were Shareal’s hands and arms… Shareal’s body that he was wearing, yet the cat was still in control. He couldn’t imagine how it felt for the dragon, but he could feel the suit twitching in pleasure, firm cock pulsing in his pussy.

“Only one thing left to do,” Sige murmured. His jaw was heavily constricted inside the dragon’s head, making talking hard to do. He could barely even hear his own voice through the layers of rubber and foam. All his senses but for sight were somewhat dulled, even his sense of touch limited by the layer of latex that covered his entire body.

Reaching back with both hands, Sige started to pull up the zipper. The heavy rubber wings kept on getting in the way, and their weight kept on tugging on his shoulders. He had no sensation of them though, but judging from Shareal’s occasional huffs and moans, the dragon could feel them just fine, and that they were rather sensitive.

The zipper almost seemed to want to be done up, as Sige had no troubled in pulling it up at all. It eased up to rest between his shoulders, and the covering latex flap closed down over it right away. The flap stuck down, making it impossible for Sige’s rubber-covered fingers to find the seam again. Shareal’s rainbow band, as ubiquitous around the dragon’s neck as Sige’s collar was around his, tightened and sealed over the top of the zipper, hiding that from view and the cat’s groping fingertips. Slowly, thoughts bubbled to the surface of Sige’s mind that he may be trapped within the dragon suit, unable to get himself out at all. And Shareal wasn’t going to be of any help.

Sige’s fingers trembled as he reached for his collar again, letting the bell jingle as he brought it up to his neck. It fit perfectly still, slipping on just below Shareal’s rainbow band. With his collar back on, Sige felt a lot more comfortable, even if he couldn’t directly feel it there through the rubber.

“You feel so good in there,” Shareal said. When the dragon spoke, it constricted a little tighter around Sige’s jaw. The cat could feel every movement of the dragon’s head and mouth, shifting slightly around his head. For a few moments, the cat realised that he wasn’t able to move his mouth at all, certainly not while Shareal was speaking; his jaw was simply too constricted.

Without realising what he was doing, Sige started to rub over their shared form, teasing their fingers into Shareal’s shiny body. He could only feel a little bit of pressure through the dragon suit, that was until his hands dipped lower and pressed into their crotch. The two moaned in unison, almost falling to their knees as Shareal’s cock buried a little deeper inside Sige’s pussy.

They rocked back and forth, Sige keeping their hands pressed against their crotch, kneading his fingers in to provide as much pressure as he could. He swished their tail back and forth, and Shareal rustled his wings, but the pair were otherwise locked in position, unable to move through the intense pleasure.

Sige’s pussy clenched down hard around Shareal’s cock, which twitched and throbbed deep inside his slick and rubbery folds. The cat knew he couldn’t withstand much of this, pleasure radiating out through his entire body. He clenched his hands hard, dimpling them into Shareal’s crotch and cupping around the thick base of the dragon’s inward-facing cock.

The two came together, Shareal spilling his liquid latex seed within Sige once more and making the cat cry out as pure bliss ripped through his body. His pussy squeezed around the draconic shaft as he flooded their crotch with his cum. Every thought within the feline’s mind was utterly obliterated, leaving him dazed and overcome with the sensation of his orgasm.

“That felt… amazing,” Shareal panted. The dragon closed his eyes, cutting off Sige’s vision, but the cat didn’t respond. He wasn’t capable of it. Shareal waited a few moments, waiting for the cat’s response, before adding, “I suppose we should look at getting you out… Sige?”

When Sige eventually spoke, his voice was vague and distant. “I… I know where we need to go,” he said, taking a few shuddering steps. He could feel a bit of resistance from the suit that bound him, but that only lasted until they reached the front door.

“Are you sure?” Shareal asked, powerless to truly resist the cat that controlled their body.

“Yeah, definitely,” Sige replied. He took them outside, ignoring or forgetting their clothes that lay discarded on the couch. After all, the dragon himself was an item of latex clothing now, and they had nothing exterior to obscure from view. Even so, Shareal would have been blushing were he able as Sige started to walk them through the streets. They squeaked with every step, their thighs and tail all rubbing together, as well as the dragon’s cock jerking inside Sige’s pussy. Several times they failed to hide their pleasured moans as their sensitive crotch was constantly teased.

Shareal didn’t recognise where exactly they were going, and Sige had fallen into another daze, not even thinking about where his feet were going. He was just following where he knew he needed to be, not providing any thought to the direction.

By the time the cat turned them off the footpath again, Shareal felt like he was on the edge of another orgasm, the constant sensations on his cock bringing him up to the edge. He was so desperate that he didn’t even know Sige had walked them into someone’s house, and that there was a voice speaking to them. Calm and soothing.

As the dragon started to descend into a lust-addled haze, Sige blinked completely awake for the first time that day. He was suddenly aware of everything, of the hypnotism that had made him believe he’d always had a pussy, of the subtle pointers that had been inserted into his mind to bring him right back here again, with a dragon suit made of rubber. And most of all, he was aware that absolutely everything he had consented to. He wanted this, needed this.

“Good cat.”

And then he was gone again. His mind fading to nothing at those words. He stood completely still, neither cat nor dragon even needing to breathe anymore.

Dimly they were aware of hands at the back of their neck. Where there had been nothing but smooth latex to their fingers, there was now a zipper that could be opened once more. Slowly, Shareal was peeled away to release the Sige again. The rubber cat stood still, only moving when he was guided by the two hands to step out of Shareal’s feet. His skin was completely smooth, rubber from the tip of his ears to his toes.

As he had always been.

***

The dragon’s thoughts were hazy and slow. He could barely think, but his whole body tingled with pleasure, yet he couldn’t move any of it. He felt so empty, desperate to be filled so that he could feel solid again. Instead his loose body dangled and flapped down, suspended on a coat hanger and forced to look out into a darkened room. He could just about make out the silhouette of someone lying on a bed.

They were so close. Why couldn’t they be wearing him already? He could feel his two cocks leaking. One at his crotch, facing inwards, and the other in his mouth to act as a perfect mouthgag for whoever happened to wear him. Both leaked a slow, steady stream of pre, making sure his body was well lubricated at all times.

A gentle tremor ran through the dragon suit. He needed to be worn. He craved it, and wouldn’t feel satisfied until he could feel someone slipping their arms inside his.

As he had always been.

***

Sige woke up feeling like he had a terrible hangover. His head ached and his body was sore. He hadn’t had that fun a night, had he? Slowly he opened his eyes and looked up to the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling. He threw off his bedsheets and hauled himself up to his paws, rubbing his hands over his eyes and groaning.

His fingers slipped easily over his smooth, shiny skin. The gentle sound of rubber squeaking against rubber made the synthetic cat shiver in pleasure, a tingle spreading from deep within his pussy.

Turning his eyes down to his wall, Sige grinned at the sight of the familiar glossy suit hung on the outside of outside of his wardrobe. Today he was going to be a dragon again.