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[b][u][center]Smoothing Things Out

Part 3

For Harute11 and Libra-11

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Blake had to take a moment after the call to calm down, and he had to rely on his headmates to make sure that he did calm down and didn’t just bury everything that had come up after that call. They held him and helped him break down the events so that the events didn’t break him down, and it helped. It helped a [i]lot.[/i]

He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, all while Ptolemy carefully piloted their body to the couch and sat them down. Water would have been good, but the main thing was to get off their feet before they fell over. Blake allowed himself to be leaned back, let the other headmates take their turns saying their things to each other, half-tuned out to them as well as the world.

The fact that Libra had gone so far as to give him something like this, without a question, without even asking for something in return, really solidified just what kind of person the rabbit hybrid was. It made him feel like he had made a good decision, and he could feel that the others in his head were also feeling the same. Their judgment to trust him had been rewarded, and now, they not only had a friend, but they had someone that cared. Really cared, and really understood them.

Of course, only the future would tell where that went, but for right now, they were doing damn good for themselves. Blake chuckled, wiping his eyes to find that there were little happy tears there.

“Mine, or one of yours?” he asked with a chuckle.

Nobody bothered to deny it. Even Ptolemy seemed to be alright with a happy tear being blamed on him, unemotional as he often was. Shaking his head, Blake looked out the apartment window at the world.

So often, it seemed so cold out there. There were so many people that were pushing others into their boxese, into little spaces that made it easier to say ‘this person is x’ and ‘this person is y.’ There was so little in the way of connection, so little in the way of warmth between people.

And now, he had someone that gave freely, and happily. What a lucky man he was.

[i]Can we look in the box?[/i] Aeries asked.

The question broke the solemn silence, and they all burst into giggles a split second later. The whole idea of the somber mood was gone, just because Aries was that bouncy-happy to see what was in that box. They got up from the couch, making their way back to the package. A quick slice with a pair of scissors got the tape off, and they looked inside.

Rather than a human suit, it was a fox suit, complete with a hood that had the pointy ears and everything. A mass gasp came from all of them, particularly Ryder, who was whimpering in need to have that thing on.

For that matter, Blake wasn’t that far off it, himself. The whole thing looked like how he had imagined himself if he had ever had the chance to not be human. He cocked his head at the suit itself, shaking his head a few times as he turned it from side to side, seeing if there was any flaw, anything that detracted from the masterpiece of construction.

There was nothing.

Not one.

[i]Wherever Libra gets this, he gets quality,[/i] Blake thought.

[i]Didn’t he say that he makes it?[/i] Aries asked.

[b]He said that he is part of the industry, and works in the technological side of it.[/b]

[i]Which means that this thing might have a few secrets,[/i] Cancer added.

Blake nodded at the unspoken warning, though he doubted that it was necessary. The whole thing had been a gift, and so far, Libra had been as generous with himself as he had with his gifts. It was seriously doubtful that it was anything dangerous.

He dragged it with him to the couch, taking off his clothes as he went. He laid the head on the back of the couch, looking at the eyes. Bigger, broader than his own, a little brighter, and yet, not see-through. He wondered just how good the vision would be through those. He knew that the one human-suit that Libra had let him try had allowed him quite good vision. Would this be the same?

Only one way to find out.

Taking a deep breath, Blake lowered the suit down to his feet. He worked his toes past the openings of the legs, sliding them down to the bottom. The paw-shoes that the legs ended in were surprisingly well-fitted to his body, and he wondered if he’d been measured while they were on the train.

A sudden blush-warmth spread through them as they imagined being stripped and measured for a suit in a semi-public place. The very idea was something embarrassing, and yet…

[i]I wish I’d been awake for that,[/i] Aries pouted.

Ptolemy and Toy didn’t laugh, but the rest of them did.

Bit by bit, the rubber suit got pulled up their legs. Everywhere that it touched, it seemed to tighten and conform, pulling close to his body. He was surprised just how well it fit, and yet, how flexible and stretchy the rubber actually was. It felt like it should have been one or the other, perfectly form-fitting and too tight to actually stretch, or able to stretch and not fitting properly, but it was the perfect mix of both worlds. How, he didn’t know, but he’d take it. He’d take it with a smile.

Soon, it clenched tight around him from toes to upper thighs, and they’d reached the point of pulling the rubber over his crotch. Blake hesitated, thinking that maybe he should pull his shaft back –

[i]Forward, forward![/i] Aries called at him.

[i]Forward![/i] Ryder confirmed.

A pulse of pleasurable happiness confirmed that Toy had a similar thought on the matter.

The others were non-committal, though it seemed that Cancer had a grumbling, if slightly blushy feeling of putting it forward, though he wouldn’t actually vote that way. Ptolemy seemed to be on the fence, which meant that the votes towards putting it forward more or less were going, well, forward.

He dragged his shaft upwards, allowing it to rest against his crotch – as much as it could rest while stiffening the way that it was – and then yanked the rubber up the rest of the way, almost embarrassed at how eager he was to feel it there. It pressed against him, slid over his waist and around his ass –

“Ah!”

And then surprised him by sealing tight to him.

The sudden conformity that it had pulled on his legs had been surprising, but still relatively standard. He’d been able to forget that it was so weird after the first few pulls, just putting it down to being high-quality rubber. But as he pulled it over his crotch, he could feel it actually vacuum sealing to him. He huffed and puffed at that, gritting his teeth as he watched his bulge go from half-there to [i]very[/i] there, pressed firmly against his crotch and showing through in almost painful levels of detail.

He could only imagine what their ass looked like from behind. The minute that he thought about that, Aries begged for them to run to the bathroom mirror to check it out. He vetoed that. He was still getting used to this.

Despite being dressed in rubber, it looked…surprisingly realistic in some ways. There was a small fur pattern to the coloration, not quite like lifted, raised fur – it was more rubbery than the human-suit that Libra had been wearing, after all – but still very much more like a rubber creature rather than just a rubber suit that happened to have the patterns. He blushed, running his hands along his thighs, surprised at how nice the rubber felt against his fingers.

“This is…this is really quality stuff,” he muttered.

[i]It’s amazing![/i]

[b]Definitely better than market quality.[/b] Ptolemy shook their head. [b]And with some additional features…[/b]

“What do you mean?”

[b]Can you not feel the sheath beside our shaft?[/b]

He hadn’t, not until then. There was, however, a small hole in the rubber, something that led to something a little longer, like a sleeve. His cheeks burned. Libra couldn’t have sent something like that, could he?

Oh, it seemed he could. He had sent this, after all. There might be even more to discover with the suit than he already had.

[i]Well…[/i]

He rubbed around the bulge of his shaft, pulling the erection down. It took a few seconds of fiddling around to find where the head was supposed to go, but as soon as he did –

Pop!

His erection jumped forward like it had just slipped out of some sheath between his legs, rubber-coated and throbbing like some rubber cock. He stared.

“Oh…my…god…”

He got up, staring at the wobbling shaft between his legs. It felt and looked bigger than his real one did, and that meant that it looked pretty goddamn amazing. There was no need to hold the suit up as he did go running for the mirror, his breath coming hard and fast as he tried to imagine what this was going to look like.

The answer was, flat-out, amazing. He looked at himself in the mirror, turned in place, and realized that there was a tail tucked against one leg that was waiting to be pulled into place, too. The whole thing was just one big way for him to look less like Blake the Human, and more like Blake the Fox.

[i]Wow…just…fucking wow,[/i] Blake thought.

[i]We’re going to look so good,[/i] Aries thought with a grin.

[i]We’re going to look different, for sure,[/i] Cancer contributed.

[b]If he can make us look like this. Can he make us look like…us?[/b]

It was the first question that had progressed them from what they were doing to what they could be doing, and they all stopped stock still. Blake turned his head, looking back at the hood in the living room, then turned his head towards the closet. There were a few cheaper – but still decent quality – suits in there, but the idea of having something that was this lifelike, something that would allow the other headmates to express themselves this physically, was something that they were honestly willing to pay for, to do things for, just for the chance to look like themselves. It was a gift like nothing else.

Blake reached down, slowly, taking his time to rub his hands along his ass. The feeling of the rubber pulling tighter around their rear end was something…wow. It made it feel that much more sensitive, almost like the protection of a bit of rubber was no protection at all, but rather a sensitizer to everything else that they were feeling.

[i]Fuck…fuck…[/i]

Blake almost never got this hot and heavy, but he was definitely feeling it now. It was running through him from head to toe, making him curl his toes in the rubber paw shoes, and then leaving him groaning as his cock jumped up and down between his legs, feeling the rubber sleeve squeezing around it.

He started reaching for it, tempted to see what it would feel like. He held back out of embarrassment, not wanting to ruin the suit, but his hand continued edging closer and closer to it.

[i]Don’t worry about the suit,[/i] Ryder said. [i]I want to feel this, too. I want to know what it’s like to cum…[/i]

The ‘roo had been born out of a mascot suit, something that hadn’t had any such sleeve between the legs, and who hadn’t had the chance to imagine himself properly with something down there. The very idea had been almost foreign, and Blake could hear the hope in Ryder’s head that he could get something that allowed this full, wonderful representation of himself.

It was a shared feeling. They all wanted it, and it was making Libra all the more interesting, engaging, wonderful.

Finally, he grabbed his cock through the rubber. He half-expected to feel it like a fleshlight around his shaft, a toy to enjoy but not going all the way to the tip. He was half-right; it was like a fleshlight, but he did go all the way through.

“Nnnngh…”

It was hotter than he expected, much hotter. He had to lean against the wall, one arm supporting him and the other gripping his cock that much tighter. He humped his head one, two, three times before Ptolemy pushed at him, getting his attention again.

[b]The hood?[/b]

The hood. Yes. The hood.

He managed to take his hand from his cock, feeling it throbbing in the sheath, feeling the slight messy feeling of his own pre-cum running along his cock in the fleshlight, rubber, condom-sleeve thing that stuck out from the suit. He felt it bobbing up and down with so much heft and size, and he growled under his breath in a way that he had almost never done before. The sensation. The need.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He stopped at the back of the couch, pulling the sleeves over his arms. He was vaguely aware of the way that the rubber at the back pressed against his spine, and the feeling of something else hanging down. The tail? Yes, there was that tail back there, and –

He flicked it up, and it moved with just a thought. Holy –

[i]It works with our brain?! COOOOL![/i]

[b]Fascinating.[/b]

[i]That tech…that shouldn’t be possible,[/i] Cancer said in shock.

[b]It should not be, but Libra did say that he had access to things that the public was not allowed to know about.[/b]

That was all the more fascinating to the others, but Blake was locked in his own need at the moment, locked into the idea of putting on that hood and playing with himself before he completely lost his mind. He wanted to know what it would be like to be that other version of himself, to be the sort of ‘character’ that he had always imagined himself to be, and had been restricted from ever seeing due to being a human.

Even as the rubber sleeves tightened, even as the suit itself pulled tight to his chest and stomach and erased any signs of chub or anything less than the perfect slender physique, he could feel the zipper going up on its own along his back. It was like the suit was all but sealing him in. There was a brief flare of alarm from Cancer, but it was assuaged by Ptolemy reaching back with one arm and stopping the zipper on the way up. It could clearly be moved up and down by hand, as well. There was no need to worry.

They allowed it up, and Blake jammed the hood on.

The darkness swallowed him up for a moment, then faded. He looked through the eyes, taking a moment to get used to the slight effect of wearing something like super-sunglasses. The room was still very visible, but it was dimmer, something that he’d need to remember when he was in a darker room. But it was good, it was fine. He stood up, found himself in an oddly perfect balance, his tail flicking around behind him with ease.

He moved from one paw to another, feeling the slight squish of rubber underfoot, and found that to be rather pleasing in and of itself. He smiled as he hopped from one foot to the other, taking in the rather blissful feeling of being so…so sexy.

One foot, another foot, jumping around. His cock bobbed eagerly, and his tail flicked with instincts that he didn’t actually have, catching his balance so he could strike any number of poses.

“Ha…haha…”

Even his voice was slightly different, tilted upwards rather than just being…flat. Flat and deeper than he had realized that he really liked. It was better up here.

“Wow…oh wow…”

It was tight and clenching, the suit was, pulling at all the different parts of his body, but at the same time, it was freeing. He was more aware of his parts than he had ever been before, and holy [i]shit[/i] it was amazing. He could feel the rubber pressing on him all over, making him so body-conscious, but without the slightest hint of shame.

This…this was what it was supposed to be. This was how he was supposed to feel.

The other headmates were quiet in that moment, allowing him to just take it in, allowing him to feel it. They were still there, he could feel them, but they were giving him that space to be himself.

It was the first time, after all, that he could be. They were able to be whatever they wanted in his head, but this was the first time that he could be what [i]he[/i] wanted. His eyes went wide, wondering something. He reached down, spreading his legs, feeling just under his shaft –

“Oh…oh…”

He had never admitted it to anyone else out loud, save for to his headmates, but he had always wanted something more. Something…there…

And he had it now. There was a slit just behind his balls, a feminine sex that went right into the suit, and would allow him to…to…

Oh, god. Just what else had he told Libra during that hypnotic train ride back from the convention? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed, worried, or excited to find out more.

A few minutes later, there was another prod from the headmates, this time from Aries. The fox nudged him happily.

[i]Come on. Call Libra.[/i]

“Nnnngh…”

[i]Come on, come on. What if he has more?[/i]

“More?”

[i]For us, too.[/i]

“H-hey. This was a gift. And that’s…that’s kinda greedy.”

[i]But he talked to all of us on the train.[/i]

“…Did he?”

[b]He did?[/b] Ptolemy asked.

[i]I…oh, I don’t remember that…[/i] Cancer growled.

[i]Yeah, all of us. Me, Ryder, Ptolemy, you, Blake, and even Toy. He got all of us out, though, heh, Toy had to do charades.[/i]

The overwhelming confusion from Toy at that revelation was mirrored by the rest of them. Blake knew that he had been hypnotized and encouraged to talk to Libra. He hadn’t realized that all the rest of them had gone through the same thing. Particularly Ptolemy, who was usually pretty unphased by that sort of thing. The very fact that the rabbit hybrid had managed to get something from all of them…

It made them all wonder the same thing. What did Libra actually want from them?

When it came down to it, of course, there was really only one way to find out. The besuited fox made his way back to the main room, picking up his phone. He started to reach for the bottom of the head-hood, thinking to take it off, but then paused. He held it to his ear, instead, seeing if –

Beep, beep.

He could hear it through the hood. That was quality, indeed, if the sound could get through that much rubber.

And it could still transmit signals from fingertips, which meant that the rubber was a different thing than the average glove that someone could buy at a normal store. There was something really high-tech about this, something that really made them feel both amazed and worried. Libra was all but dumping money on them, giving them gifts that nobody could have afforded for years.

Why?

Why them?

They dialed and the phone rang. It only had to ring once before the rabbit hybrid picked up.

“[i]Hello?[/i]”

“Hey, it’s, uh…me.”

“[i]Oh, the voice modulator is working. That’s good.[/i]”

“Yeah, it’s…I didn’t expect that.”

“[i]Well, um, I probably should have told you. Did you find the other, ahem, surprises yet?[/i]”

“You mean the tail, cock sleeve, and, um…slit?”

“[i]Oh, good, you found them.[/i]”

“Did I…did I really tell you about wanting all that?”

“[i]Most of it. The voice was more implied and inferred, but I guessed it’d be wanted. Not fully female, still mostly male, just with more of a lilt to it.[/i]”

[b]Someone appreciates the subtleties.[/b]

Blake agreed with Ptolemy. Libra was not one of those scientists that spent all their time on their work and forgot how to be a person. The rabbit clearly understood how to read people and the room at the same time.

“Well, um, I was wondering…why?”

“[i]Why what?[/i]”

“Why did you give me the suit?”

“[i]…why not?[/i]”

“Come on. This thing has to cost thousands. You have to want something back for all this, right? I mean, nobody just gives all that away for nothing.”

“[i]They do when they have money to burn, and a friend that needs it.[/i]”

And just like that, all their worries made them feel guilty as all hell for feeling them in the first place. They went from feeling like they had justified reason to be paranoid to feeling like utter jerks, and that was a reversal that none of them were used to going through. It was rare that someone could make them feel anything strong besides fear and worry, and now, Libra had completely flipped the script on them. They struggled to find something to say, and Libra just kept going.

“[i]I don’t know what you expect from other people, Blake, and everyone else. I don’t know what they did to you. But I’m not like them. And I like you. I like you a lot. I want you to be happy…and I think we can make each other very, very happy indeed, if you’ll let me help all of you.[/i]”

“…How?” Blake managed to ask without feeling too guilty about it.

“[i]Oh, that part is easy. I wanted to offer you a job. Something that’ll give you a reason to be out here, help me work with some more rubber experiments, and all that kind of stuff. I thought, maybe, with all the insight that you have into the product, you can help me figure out some of the issues I’m dealing with on this product. I mean, if you want to, and you don’t mind a bit of relocating for it, but I can help cover the costs of that, and –[/i]”

“Um…hold please.”

They laid their cell phone down, pressing their hands to the hood around their head. The very idea of having a relocation with someone that they had only just met at a convention was something that should have been a flat no, but with everything that Libra had done for them, it was…well, it was something that was utterly impossible to entirely turn down. At least, out of hand.

[i]What do we do?[/i] Blake asked.

[i]We go![/i] Aries said, unsurprisingly.

[i]We stay,[/i] Cancer grunted, also unsurprisingly.

[i]Heh, if he’s got the goods, I’m willing to take that and go with it,[/i] Ryder said.

[b]Hmmmm…[/b]

With the vote currently two-one in favor of going, they were already leaning in one direction. Blake ‘looked’ at Ptolemy, waiting to hear if the rabbit had some brilliant idea or compromise, but the logic side of their little cluster sighed.

[b]I would need more information to vote. We will need to talk to him more before making a decision.[/b]

That certainly got Cancer’s vote, as a stopgap. Toy didn’t speak up, which meant that it was two-two, and Blake was the tie-splitter. He grumbled under his breath, rubbing his forehead.

[i]Off…off.[/i]

With a grunt, he pulled the fox-head hood off. He had barely realized the way that he had started getting used to having a muzzle, and the first thing that he noticed when the hood was off was just how…how flat his face felt in comparison to how it normally did. He tried to focus less on that and more on the situation at hand.

They had the offer to leave their apartment. That meant going out into the world, trusting someone that, admittedly, had proven eminently trustworthy so far, who had an awkward streak just like they did, and putting themselves into his care. That could end up going rather well for them, all things considered, but the last time that they had tried that, that had been what birthed Toy. That was the sort of thing that tended to have consequences, and their head was already rather full at the moment.

Blake wanted to make sure that they didn’t make a mistake, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that they were due for a change. There was something…something enticing about Libra that went beyond all the good things that he had already done. He was a man of some mystery, and that in and of itself was enticing. What if they were able to learn more?

What if they got more suits?

The last thought was a universal one. Even Aries felt a little embarrassed about how eager he was for the chance to be dressed up as himself in something proper, but to some degree or another, all of them were hoping to ‘earn’ the chance to be dressed up as well as Blake was in the new suit. Even Cancer – suspicious, annoyed, angry Cancer – was curious how he would look in a proper suit that would fit him and show him off as the elegant man that he was.

They could get that.

They could have that.

All they needed to do was trust Libra, and they could have all that and more. A new life. A better life. Something worth living and something worth having.

All they had to do was open the door and let it in.

The phone continued to hum under their hand, and eventually, Blake pulled it back to their ear.

“Are you still there?”

“[i]Yes.[/i]”

“I…I think I would like to try that.”

“[i]…Are you sure?[/i]”

“Not at all, but…but I want to give it a try. I think that my life’s kind of in need of a change now, and if you’re offering me an opportunity to do it easier, then I’d be an idiot to turn it down and just go it alone. Well, kinda. You know what I mean.”

“[i]I do, I do. And…thank you for trusting me. I will do everything that I can to make sure that you stay as happy as possible.[/i]”

There was something to that statement that felt just that tiny bit weird. He didn’t know what it was, didn’t know why it sounded just a bit different, but he was already almost exhausted. The decision to uproot one’s life was not made easily, after all, and the fact that all of them were involved in the process didn’t actually lessen that load all that much. He nodded at the phone, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Thanks again, Libra.”

“[i]You’re welcome. I’ll make the arrangements, and I’ll see you in a week.[/i]”

“That soon?”

“[i]Too soon?[/i]”

“…” He looked around the apartment. The same walls had surrounded him – them – for almost five years now. It had been comforting at first, but these days, it felt like the sort of thing that, while not quite closing in, were becoming less than what they should be. He shook his head. “No, not too soon at all. I’ll start packing.”

“[i]Thanks. I’ll get in touch when the movers are arranged. And you know what?[/i]”

“What?”

“[i]I can’t wait to see you. All of you. I have so many ideas, and – while I’m not sure if I can pull it off yet – I think I might have come up with a way for you to be six rather than six in one.[/i]”

“What –”

“[i]Goodbye for now. Business calls.[/i]”

Click.

And just like that, their immediate future was decided, but that was hardly what was rolling through their collective consciousnesses at that point. They slumped back on their seat, staring into the distance as their phone went quiet in their hand. They sat down on the couch, not sure whether to pant from nervous anticipation or to go breathless from a weird, eerie feeling that was running through all of them.

Six rather than six-in-one.

That was something that nobody had ever dared think. After all, that would mean that they would all need a body, for one, and that they might end up being more…more disparate from one another, losing some of the connection that they had, and the whole that they had become. None of them had ever wanted that, just the chance to live through Blake from time to time so that they could reaffirm their own identity.

And now…

The headmates were silent in their different corners of the mind, all of them thinking some variation of the same thought. Did they want this? Did they deserve this? Was it possible for it to happen? Was it selfish of them to even consider it, considering what they had all done to make the unified front that they had possible?

It felt like it would be a slap in the face and an incredibly rude move for any of them to want that. It felt like it was just wrong to take it that far, no matter how much each of them had privately fantasized about that sort of thing in the past, just as a what-if, just as a thing that they could pretend to have.

Blake looked down at the phone, finally having the sense to turn it off, and then tossed it over to the side. He leaned into his hands, taking a few deep breaths, gradually dragging his head back to the moment so that he wasn’t completely losing it. They were going to be moving: no more question about that.

“Let’s get packed up, guys. What first?”

That was enough to get them focused again, at least on arguing over priorities. The rubber suits were Ryder’s first priority, while everything but the essential electronics were what Ptolemy recommended. Cancer knew what Blake was doing and quietly approved, all while pointing out that the exercise gear that they kept in the closet would be best out of the way and packed up quickly, so that they could more easily move around the closet and pack up the rest.

As the debate went on, he kept imagining just what they’d find at the other end of this move. Libra had promised that they would be happy. He believed the rabbit hybrid, believed him more than he expected.

But that weird feeling still refused to go away.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Blake and his headmates are back at home, and they are able to explore what Libra sent them.

Tags: M/solo, M/M kinda, Rubber, Rubber Suit, Human, Fox, Various Species, Multiple Personalities, Headmates, Series, High Tech, Masturbation, Identity, Pre-Cum,