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Birthday Product Testing

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Brian rubbed his eyes as he hears his bell ring. With a soft groan he looks at his alarm clock which shows in bright red lettering, “5:00 am”. He turns back into bed, curling into his sheets when the bell rings again. He tenses and grits his teeth, “Who is ringing the bell at this hour?” he wonders.

“No man should have to wake this early on their birthday,” he thinks as the bell is followed by a knock that echoes out throughout the house. With heavy reluctance Brian the simple lean white skinned human male with messy brown hair and soft brown eyes steps onto his soft shag carpet.

“Whoever this is, they are going to get a tongue lashing,” he grumbles as he drags himself out of the bedroom, down the hall to the living room where the source of the noise waits, impatiently. Dragging himself to the front door, fueled with anger and annoyance he hears the door knock again. With a firm grip he flings the door open, “Listen here! You cann...ot...just...come…. uhhh...ahh…” Brian stammers and trails off as standing underneath before him, underneath his porch light is a sleek black as night rubber skin with such a shine and polish to its naked sergal body that even in this low light Brian could see a little bit of himself in it.

Speaking of light, a soft cyan glow comes from its black and cyan bored cuffs that say in fancy cursive lettering “Fuck Toy”, while a matching soft glow comes from its eyes. It’s cyan perky nipples are right at head level as the toy gives a soft squeak. Slowly Brian looks up at the toy’s collar which has a silver tag that says “K-2003” engraved on the front.

“Morning! Happy Birthday Brian!” K-2003 exclaims cheerfully as Brian takes a step back by the sudden energeticness of this rubber sergal fuck toy standing before him. In his surprise his eyes travel down the toy’s body as he sees the cyan clitoral hood tightly pressed up between its legs hiding the rest of his sex from view.

“Uh… ah... Um, Morning? W-who are you?” he asks in surprise as he feels a rush of excitement through his body as this larger than life, taller than him naked female sergal toy is standing there right before him.

“Apologies that this one was late. It meant to arrive sooner, but traffic slowed this one down,” it explains as it steps into Brian’s home, “Oh this one loves your domicile. It is rather nice,” it says as it looks around, “This one is K, two zero zero three, and it is here to give you a special memorial experience for your birthday before your party that is later today,” it explains.

“Ah, well first K-2003, why are you here so damn early?”

K-2003 turns to Briand and tilts its head, “Early? This one is about an hour late. For that it apologies,” K-2003 says as it gives an apologetic squeak filled bow. The toy’s hands run across its thighs, and squeeze its breasts together as it does so, “Now where would you like this one to put the item it wishes you to test?”

Brian quirks an eyebrow, “Item for me to test?”

“Yes! This one brought it for you to test. It is an advanced experience egg for one of your specialized tastes. It is certain it is something you’d absolutely love, but it needs to know where to put it? Do you have a particular spot to self-indulge in your latex fantasies?”

“Ah, well yeah I do, but what is this egg you are talking about?”

“Oh, this one can’t tell you more till you sign a nice NDA. This one hopes you understand,” it responds as it walks outside for a moment and reaches for something out of his view, the toy’s rump hikes, showing off its sleek curves and a hint of what’s in between but is unfortunately mostly blocked by its tail.

K-2003 pulls out a clipboard with an eighth of an inch thick stack of paper, “Please sign at the end and we can get started with your birthday experience, one that this one is sure that you will never forget, and sure to want once it is open to the public to purchase,” K-2003 says with a playful wink.

“That’s a lot of paper and its,” Brian yawns, “Too damn early to read all of this.”

“This one didn’t ask you to read it, though you are free to do so. All you need to do is sign the last page, which states you agree with all articles held within these documents, which includes not disclosing your experiences with those not part of the NDA, or those within the Toys-4-U company and its subsidiaries. Under financial penalty determined by the company of the damages brought by breaking the agreement.”

Brian’s eyebrow twitches as he listens to K-2003 for a moment before grabbing the document and glancing through a few phrases, before signing, “Here. It’s too early to read this crap, but I do like the sound of what you are offering.”

“Wonderful!” K-2003 exclaims as it grabs the papers, and checks the signature, “Everything looks to be in order,” it responds as it goes back outside and pulls out a big cylindrical silver container about three feet tall and a foot and a half in diameter, “Now, where do you want this?”

“The basement. It’s where I have my playroom.”

“Ah, you know for some reason many like to have their playrooms in the basement of their homes. This one thinks it's due to its cooler, but with our rubber suits, it allows one’s skin to breathe for extended sweat reduced wear,” K-2003 says as Brian leads the toy to the basement.

As the lights flicker on, the scent of polished rubber reaches his nose, the stairs creak a little under his weight and loudly under the sergal toy that follows right behind. In a corner of the cleared-out basement is a small bondage “room” where rubber mats lay on the floor, an X bondage rack, as well as drawer/cupboard with a few bottles of cleaner and polish nestled in the in between the two sections.

“Oh, what a delightful little playroom you have there,” K-2003 excitingly walks over toward the rubber mat, placing the container right before it as it thuds against the short high traffic grey rug.

“Uh, thanks. I’ve been meaning to expand it. But having a room JUST for this, is expensive.”

“Oh, this one understands. Toys-4-U provides a play room creation service and recommends trusted builders to remodel part of your home to make the adult play room of your dreams,” K-2003 happily says.

Brian quirks an eyebrow, “Right. So, are you here to sell me stuff or for my birthday?” he asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Your birthday of course!” K-2003 cheerfully says with a rump wiggle as it steps onto the soft rubber mat with a soft squeak. It pivots on its foot spinning around as it places its hands on the cylinder with a soft thud, the toy’s breasts squeezed between its arms as its arms, “Now tell this one. Would you like the classic xenomorph experience, classic plus, envelopment, or snatched and egg method?”

A tingle of excitement rushed through Brian when the word xenomorph reached his ears, “Did you just say xenomorph?”

“Uh, huh,” it replies with a rump wiggle and a big toothy grin.

“You’re finally having xenomorphs in play?”

“Yup. We got through with all those financial, copyright agreements. Strangely it took longer than the ponies to get that done,” K-2003 says with a shrug.

“Finally. I have been wanting a xenomorph suit for ages, but wait. You said egg.”

“This one did. You are given options to experience ‘becoming’ a xenomorph for play.”

“Oh, ah, so that is what you meant. Could you explain what all those mean? And go a bit slow. I haven’t fully woken up yet.”

“Of course, it will be this one’s pleasure. The first method, a rubber face hugger will leap from this here egg in this cylinder, wrap itself around your head, fuck your face, and after thirty minutes slip off, to cover your chest. From there a rubber xenomorph baby will “burst” from your chest. Sexual stimulation will be provided to your lower regions so one may climax from the bursting. Warning chest bursting will ruin your shirt if you opt to wear one, and we are Toys-4-U are not responsible for shirt replacement. After that the new “xenomorph” will have temporary autonomy, grow to be full size, mate and cover you turning you into a full xenomorph. Classic plus is the same method but nontraditional xenomorph colors are possible. Such as bright pink! If one so chooses.”

“Could it be possible for me to be bound or webbed and have this done?”

“We at Toys-4-U are still working on this. Thus far we think that would require one rubber xenomorph beforehand, till we set up a fall in and bondage rubber xeno webbing system.”

“Ah, I see,” Brian sighs a little, “What were the others?”

“The next method is envelopment. Where a rubber xenomorph leaps out of the egg, with a rubber trail from the egg to feed a rubber encasement, transformation into a full grown xenomorph of your choice. All colors are welcomed in this method.”

“And the last?”

“Similar to the first, but this method instead of connecting you to the egg to be transformed, the egg draws you in, and pulls you into it, expanding in the process to be a massive human sized egg. Where after after a set period of time of intense bondage and pleasure, you burst out as a full xenomorph. All suits at this current time have an eight-hour time limit of wear set by you before wearing, one-hour default time.”

“Does it have gender options? And any mental options? I’ve heard about your drone suits that give a pleasurable mindless state.”

K-2003 leans over the cylinder more with a squeak as it leans closer to the clearly excited Brian as night time wear bulged, “This one is glad you asked. We have a few options. Normal, be like you but a xeno, assisted, you but with xeno play thoughts, and final feral. All designed to be safe and fun play. Where the one you designated as Queen or prey, to play out your fun. To note Queens will have strong mental influence over you during the time of play, limited within the confines of the law. Don’t want people to use our suits to force people to murder now. That would be dreadful!”

“That would be. Glad you have safety in mind.”

“We are Toys-4-U want you to have a safe fun adult toy experience. Now, what method would you like to do?” K-2003 asks with a tail sway, the toy’s body softly squeaks as Brian stands there not expecting such a deep important decision.

“Could I do more than one?”

“This one will allow more than one method to be done, with shorter suit wear. Total suit time is limited to eight hours in a twenty-four-hour period.”

“Ah, alright.”

“So, what method would you like to do first?” K-2003 asks with glee.

After several long moments of thought, his eyes drawn to the devious smiling sergal toy, its sweet raspberry polished body finally noticed by him in this enclosed space, “I think, as I have wanted this for so long and have thought about it so much, that I will go ahead and jump right into the deep end, K-2003. If you would be so kind, could you please set this up for me to be drawn into the egg, ‘turned’ into a xenomorph and...be fully feral?? Though as for Queen or prey...well...there only seems to be two of us here, so would you be OK with being my Queen? ...Oh! Almost forgot the gender...go ahead and keep me male this time around, please. I... uhhhhhhh...have always had a thing for wanting to have a xenomorph cock.”

K-2003 listens to what he has to say, the toy gently runs its fingers against the cylinder with a soft squeak as it reaches down the sides, it's breasts shown prominently to Brian as it taps some key buttons at the base of the cylinder, “Alright, this one can do that, and for about how long do you want for this session?”

“Is six hours okay?”

K-2003 smiles, “That should do nicely,” it responds as it taps a few more buttons at the base tube and with one final push there is a soft yet clearly audible click and in one quick motion K-2003 pulls lifts the casing as it disconnects from the base, and within mere moments, a giant shiny brown, and gooey rubber xenomorph egg sits there with its petals closed, “You have one minute till it activates. This one will be watching from over here and taking notes,” it explains as it saunters halfway across the room, sitting on a chair nearby, which creaks under its weight. It pulls out its clipboard and flips to a few blank pages. K-2003 crosses its legs with a long squeak and rests the clipboard with one arm as it looks to Brian, “This one is ready.”

“Should I remove my clothes for this?” he asks.

“No, you should be fine. We’ve done enough clothes tests that it shouldn’t be an issue,” K-2003 explains.

“Then what should I do?”

“Simply stay near the egg and let the Toys-4-U magic happen. Well it’s not real magic, just a magical experience. Like that one mouse tourist trap place.”

“I don’t think that is what they had in mind for this.”

“Well this one tossed enough royalties their way that they certainly do now,” it replies happily as the rubber petals slowly open with an organic creak.

A shiver runs down Brian’s spine as he turns around to see the open inside of the egg. A black swirl of liquid rubber churns within as slowly on black rubber face hugger leg slinks out of the liquid and toward the edge, and then another. He swallows a lump in his throat as the sleek rubber face hugger positions itself slowly on the edge of the egg as it faces in his direction.

“So how do you feel at this point?” K-2003 asks.

Brian licks his lips, his crotch tightens as his member throbs ever harder, “I fee--” his words are cut off as the face hugger leaps onto his face with lightning quick speed. The sleek black rubber face hugger wraps around his head. The smooth sleek elongated fingers wrap around his head as a face hugger tail wraps around his neck, squeezing just enough to let him know it’s there. A sleek thick ovipositor tube slides into his mouth, his tongue runs across the tangy tasting rubber before it dives in deep down his throat, completely suppressing his gag reflex as it worms its way down.

Brian’s muffled moans of delight are easily heard by K-2003’s sharp sergal ears, as it watches with delight as the sleek rubber crawls down his chest and arms, binding them against his body like he’s being rolled into a sleek rubber blanket. The egg then tugs Brian towards it, lifting him off his feet in defying the laws of physics manner as his legs dangle up in the air for just a few moments before the egg grows wider, larger, stretching outward as the soup of black rubber that flows from the face hugger and Brian’s body, back to the egg, where the egg a quarter filled with the slurry of black latex is eagerly awaiting him. Like a frog withdrawing its tongue, Brian is pulled right into the leg which now is a size to comfortable fit his entire person, the egg seals itself back up as the liquid rubber swirls around Brian’s body.

The warm latex invades every inch of his body, pushes into every hole. His nostrils smell only the sweet latex, his mouth now filled with the stuff, the sense of the face hugger around his head melts away to a much larger gripping rubber around his entire head, and down his entire form. The warming embrace, like a mother’s touch, smooth as silk, holds him, forces him into a fetal position as he feels his facial features steadily become null.

With each rubbery breath his nose, mouth, ears, tongue, everything fades away into a smooth blank slate. His mausculine human features pushed aside as his featureless base is built around his form. The rubber becoming his new skin, his new way to feel out into the world as total darkness and silence except for the squish and slur of rubber around him, is all that he now comes to know.

Arousal burns in his body, his mind, hotter than the rubber holding him, his length aching hard, ready to enjoy what is to be had, but this too smooths away into a simple aching null crotch. Unable to move, Brian finds struggling against his position utterly pointless as his desire to reach a delightful release becomes ever farther out of reach.

“Obey. Serve. Lust. Fuck. Sex. Serve. Obey. Obedience,” phrases push into Brian’s mind, imprinting them into his psyche as he tries to reach out with his mind to these thoughts. He knew the meaning well, they egged him on further, deeper, and as he listened to them, his thoughts like his body were becoming nulled.

Brian remains fully conscious, aware of what is going on but like a soothing blanket, he is comforted into letting these words dictate his mind set. These compulsions, pillars of his very being being temporary overtaken by these thoughts. That lose meaning that his human mind would put the words to. They are simply sensations, thoughts, instincts that craft who and what he is, a lustful xenomorph drone obedient to his Queen. His dissociation with his human self grows ever wider within the swirl of latex that grips and molds around his form. His mind becomes simpler, more focused, less cluttered with thoughts of daily life. Taxes? Gone. Need to get groceries for the week? Gone. The mechanic you owe 592 dollars for a simple repair? Not even an afterthought. Money, power, control? All gone. Concern? What the Queen wanted. Needs? To serve the Queen and her wants. Desires? To help the Queen. Live for the Queen. Serve the Queen. Obey the Queen. Lust for the Queen.

His segmented hardening tapered shaft of his xenomorphic cock becomes ever more defined in these passing moments as his head elongated. His faceless head becomes more defined, eyeless, but a set of sharp looking rubbery teeth as his tongue becomes the base of his iconic xenomorph tongue. The subtle movements of his real tongue controls the xeno inner mouth, and as the information fills his mind, and the filter over his thoughts grows, an expert level of control over the new appendage is achieved before even the first use.

Hands elongate, feet becoming digitigrade, as the back tubes slowly push out, adding to the delightful powerful sensation of his xenomorph body. The feeling grows like the tail that elongates starting at his tail bone and going outward. Steadily it adds another appendage wrapping around his form, the sharp spear end, in truth a softer rubber, but would give the appearance of the deadly xenomorph weapon.

In the darkness he feels his senses become heightened through the rubber suit, though by now he can no longer feel his human body within, all he can feel the rubber slurry sliding across perfect xenomorph skin, which teases his aching and throbbing member even more.

He hears through the egg the soft squeaks of K-2003, though not put to actual words, his mind puts meaning to them, which would be translated to the word inclined, “Queen.” Thoughts to disobey the Queen, would be filtered if they even existed at this point. Each minute was a minute explosion of delightful pleasure and ever building climactic desire to come out of the egg, but Brian knew that it was not time for Brian was not complete, not ready.

Deeper and deeper the hypnotic trance and mental conversion from human to pure feral xenomorph continued. A dissociation between his name and self-began slowly grow till the word itself, Brian the last true word in his vocabulary disappeared completely and with the formation of his sleek rubber body, he too was complete.

The egg’s flower opened as one hand then a second as black rubber drips down the side, only to be reabsorbed by the egg. Slowly a soft hiss and deep breathing echoes out within the basement as the mirror shine finish of Brian’s xenomorph head appears out of the egg. The rib cage design of his chest is so well polished that at some points you can see the reflection go into infinity. Brian’s vision a singular fishbowl view of the world, compiled by the scents of the world that he never knew before, but only one he was focused one, the only one that at this moment, the sleek rubber raspberry scent polish of K-2003 who is currently leaning across a chair, breasts out, rump hiked, a happy-go-lucky smile on its face as it watches him take his first steps out of the egg.

Brian quickly finds a lower crouched position more natural, but as K-2003 strands straight and walks over to him, he can’t help but lower his head before his Queen. A soft hiss escapes his lips as he looks up at her with complete awe and desire to obey. There were no words, no thoughts, pure instinct to serve.

“Stand, this one wants to look at you,” K-2003 commands.

Brian did not understand the words but knew the meaning as it stood up with a slight haunch, its nine-inch-long member throbs and drips between his legs, a set of sculpted chitin balls at the base.

“Good drone,” K-2003 responds as Brain feels a warming bliss rush through his body, a feeling that he instantly wanted more off. As Brian stood there, despite his increased size, K-2003 still has a slight height advantage over him. K-2003 gently runs its rubber claws along the drone’s head which hisses out in delight. He allows K-2003 to guide his head up to look straight up at it, and as its cyan claws traced along the nooks and crannies of his rubbery head, K-2003 opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue, “Ahhh”

Brian obeys opening its mouth showing off its “sharp” teeth as its inner jaw slowly pushes out, the sharp “deadly” looking tool opens and closes its mouth as K-2003 hmms to itself, “That looks good, but how does it feel,” K-2003 says as it leans in and licks across the inner jaw’s teeth before coiling its tongue around it. K-2003 gently suckles the inner jaw like a small cock, bobbing its head up and down on it as Brian keeps it extended, feeling a pleasure as if he was being sucked off by the goddess of lust herself, but this a step above that, for it was the Queen giving him his pleasure.

K-2003 slurps and squeaks as it suckles it for a moment before moving its head closer to give a deep open mouth kiss on Brian’s xeno lips. The toy’s tongue still coiled around the back half of his tongue as the inner jaw was deep down K-2003’s throat as it gives a soft moan as it gives a deep kiss.

K-2003 gently caresses and rubs the long xenomorph head, massaging it like a hard-throbbing cock, and to Brian, it felt like it. K-2003’s kiss grew ever more potent as its arousing mouth juices are slowly absorbed by him. The sergal toy’s clitoral hood breaks its seal flooding the basement with its arousing scent. The toy presses its breasts up against the xenomorph’s dark as night black rubber ribcage chest. The two squeak against the other, K-2003’s bucks its hips closer, as Brian’s xeno cock aches and throbs with undeniable need, but his instincts were in control. The instinct to bread, to fuck, to be taken floods his mind but what keeps a lid on it all is that it is his Queen, K-2003 doing it all. Her control was not only law, it was all that mattered. Her pleasure was his pleasure, her command was his purpose, her desires, was his desires.

Brian’s tapered shaft aches between his legs when K-2003’s clit hood reaches out and licks across the base, steadily following the trail of sleek pre-cum, till it reaches the very tip where the clit hood expertly flicks the end of his member.

Brian hisses softly into the domineering kiss of his Queen as he willfully obeys her touch, her control, her everything. It sees K-2003 not as a simple rubber sergal, not as a fuck toy, but the very symbol of what his Queen is. The definition of Queen was completely dependent on what K-2003 is. If K-2003 suddenly became the traditional xenomorph Queen, that would be what a Queen meant to him, if it was suddenly a raptor, that would be the definition. His mind translates the meaning perfectly to his instincts without fail, and his urge was not fail his Queen.

K-2003 breaks the kiss, licking across Brian’s lips as it pulls away, its clit hood doing the same to his ribbed member, which twitches in the cool air, “So far so good. This one hopes you don’t that it has been recording all of this. Testing its products is very important after all. This one hopes you don’t mind,” it says as it head motions to the camera it set up when Brian wasn’t looking, a red dot in the front underneath the lens informing that it is on and recording.

Once again, Brian did not understand the words, but knew the meaning, that the Queen was making sure he was a prime specimen, that he was perfect, and he did not mind that at all. He wanted to be his Queen’s perfect drone.

Brian lets out a low hiss and lows his head submissively to her. K-2003 runs its fingers across the smooth dome of the xeno’s head, “A smooth dome. This one admits it is partial to the ribbed heads, because it makes this a bit more delightful to those who want to use you,” K-2003 says it holds Brian’s head as it runs its sex across the top of his head, leaving a soft cyan train across the domed head. Brian hisses and tenses in delight, tail hiked as he feels his Queen’s warm juices along the top of his head. The soft squeaks and delightful moans send shivers down his spine and up his back tubes, which K-2003 is now holding to provide a better grip as it grinds itself against the top of his head.

K-2003 hikes its tail toward the camera as it grinds itself against Brian’s head. It looks over his shoulder toward the camera, “We have many models to choose from. This is a generic option which our volunteer has picked for their conversion for the day.” K-2003 tail partially wraps around the front of Brian’s head, the tail tip brushes against his chest as he lets out a pleasing obedient hiss.

“As you can see, the subject is completely docile toward the one they designated as their Queen, in this case that is this one. Within legal means they are completely yours to play with, to take, or be taken by,” K-2003 explains as it grinds with long squeaks against the top of the xeno’s head, “The phallic shape head opens up many possibilities for play,” K-2003 continues as it slips off his head, gently massaging its juices into Brian’s head, the delight and lust of K-2003’s juices seem to seep into his mind as K-2003 rubs its juices into his head.

“Stand tall, spread your legs drone,” commands K-2003 and in an instant Brian’s sexual stupor ends long enough to follow his Queen’s command before resuming back to his idle lustful state.

K-2003 walks over to adjust the camera, giving ample view of the toy’s sleek rump, which Brian can’t help but “stare” at. A wonderful, beautiful, sexy Queen for him to serve. What a lucky drone. When K-2003 comes back it kneels beside him. Brian looks at his Queen curiously till her delicate fingers caress his dripping member. His tail flicks, as he lets out a long-delighted hiss.

“This model is male, but we also female, hermaphrodite, intersexed for the option for the breasted xenomorph, and of course the traditional null, after all the movie versions were clearly genderless,” K-2003 says with a playful wink to the camera as it grips Brian’s cock and gives it a soft tender stroke.

Brian shivers and hisses, his inner mouth slowly coming out of his mouth as he expresses his delight of being touched by the Queen, “This male version you see here is the generic balled version. Balless is an option to select when becoming the xenomorph of your dreams,” K-2003 explains as it slides its hands down towards the chitin ball sac which is barely noticeable except for the two around bulges and divot between them.

K-2003 runs a cyan claw between them, and then massages the palm of it hand across them, pressing fairly hard, “This version is also the chitin ball sac to keep up with the protective xenomorph hide. Soft, more traditional playful versions are possible, along with no ball sac visible, but the area will be just as pleasurable as the naked area. And don’t worry ladies, like the men who can be female you can enjoy the sensation of having a dick for once,” K-2003 says with a playful wink.

Brian feels delighted serving his Queen. Showing off his perfection, eager to do what she wants. Everything for her. The pleasure was simply a reward for doing a good job, and he’d do anything to get even more rewards, and then his mind goes even more silent as K-2003 wraps its mouth around the length and bobs its head up and down it a few times. K-2003’s sleek tongue coils around the hard-throbbing length, the tongue tip running across the ridges of his hard-sensitive length. K-2003 easily hilts to the base of his length, the tongue sliding into the sheath, diving deeper into the depths of his depravity and pleasure.

Brian hisses and pants loudly as he drools from his mouth and dick in equal measure as K-2003 slurps it down with ease. Slowly K-2003 pulls its head back, revealing its tongue coiled around the length before pulling away completely, giving the length one last lick, “And with the default anti-orgasm measure in place your horny beast will remain so, unable to get off till you decide so,” K-2003 says as it wraps its hand around the length again and gently rubs its thumb along the tip, spreading the renewed juices that come from his cum slit.

“Now this one might know what you are thinking, ‘But Toy, I want to truly feel like a Xenomorph. Thinking I am one is great, feeling like my body is one is better, but to achieve some of their feats of strength, agility would be what I’ve longed for all my life.’ and this one will reply, ‘You are in luck. We offer that too! Though we have ensured none of the deadly capabilities are non-functional and cannot be enabled in our rubber immersion suits. That sharp looking tail? Soft rubber, can’t penetrate skin, same goes for the teeth, non-penetrable. We’ve also built in safety locks into the suit to prevent injury of others and the wearer,” K-2003 explains as it stands back up, releasing Brian from the tormenting delight of its hands.

“Quick speed? Agility? The ability to cocoon and wall walk? All viable options, which are enabled with this drone, but to truly understand that delight you will need to see from their point of view,” K-2003 says as it walks over to the camera, and reaches past it as it stares directly at K-2003’s breasts as it grabs a cyan and black collar with a small tag on it that says “Drone”

K-2003 steps away and stands a few feet in front of the camera, “Come, stand here,” K-2003 commands as Brian with an obedient hiss haunch walks into position, happy to follow commands, “Show your neck drone.”

Brian does as commanded and when the sleek collar wraps around his neck he feels a tingle of pleasure from the point of contact. The furthered perfected control and ownership of his Queen drove him wild with lustful needy to obey. With the tingle of pleasure came a stream of data that flowed out of Brian’s optics to the camera as it switched from its feed to Brian. All he sees, the camera now recorded.

K-2003 gently pats Brian on the side of the head, “Good drone. Now why don’t you scout through and around the house. Go outside for a bit, but don’t be spotted, and don’t bother anyone. Having people see this early would break your NDA, and you don’t want that, do you?” K-2003 asks happily.

Brian shakes and lowers his head with a soft hiss. He knew what to do. Patrol the Queen’s home. Check for hostiles. Do not let them know they are there, do not engage. Simple, clear concise, no worries or concerns, no will to resist. He obeyed without any other thought in his head, and he loved it.

Brian lowered himself onto all fours and looked around, his vision shifts slightly to judge the ability of any surface to hold his weight without damaging it, and as he climbed along the wall and onto the ceiling, his rubber hands gripping onto the open rafters of the basement, K-2003 explains how the system works to ensure that one doesn’t damage property or risk injury by wall walking onto a surface that clearly would not be able to hold his weight.

Stealthily Brian crawls against the ceiling and climbs up out of the basement over the stairs before crawling along the wall to scout out the Queen’s home. The location for the hive. Small, but potential to grow, was the most his mind could make out as he moved through the house, visiting every room, all without even touching the floor.

He eventually lands silently in front of the front door. His tail whips behind him as he looks around on all fours. With knowledge unknown to its origin he opens the door and slips out, dodging the nearby street lamps as he makes his rounds around the hive.

As he sneaks across back to the front an early morning jogger approaches, running down the street, their shirt already soaked with sweat, white earbuds in their ears blaring music as they run. Brian stalks behind him, the desire to strike and take back to the hive bubbling in his mind but holding it back was a simple command. “Not to be seen. Do not interfere.”

Following on all fours, Brian sneaks behind the fox, his tail sways side to side with each step while humming into the music he’s listening to. Suddenly he feels a tingle run along his spine and he stops about half a house past Brian’s home. Instincts compel him to turn around look.

Nothing.

Brian now on the other side of him maneuvers to remain out of his line of sight. After a few moments the fox shrugs off the feeling and continues with his jog, leaving Brian to return to the hive, back to his Queen who is eagerly waiting for his return as it stands beside a soft red cushioned padding bondage table.

“Welcome back, did you enjoy your scouting mission?” K-2003 asks happily as Brian approaches on all fours, head low, as he replies with a soft delighting hiss, his member still out, throbbing, hard, eager to be touched.

K-2003 crouches and gently touches Brian’s head who hisses in delight. The toy looks under and between his legs and wiggles its rump with delight, “This one thinks you are. Males are so much easier to tell if they are pleased,” it remarks with a grin as stands tall once again. “Up, on here drone,” K-2003 commands as it pats the top of the bondage table.

Like a cat expecting food, he leaps onto the table with ease and softly hisses, remaining crouched and ready, “On your back.”

Brian hisses and nods, laying back onto the table, his back tubes bending without issue or discomfort to allow him to lay down, “As you can see the unique features of the xenomorph won’t be that much of a hindrance to some styles of play,” K-2003 explains back into the camera that has been set in its new location to record this part of the session.

“The overall user’s personality will show even at this most basic feral level. In this case their delight to submit and be put into bondage will compound the delight they feel from the suit and its hypnotic programming,” K-2003 explains as it ties Brian’s wrists to the table.

The drone feels the satin cloth against his wrists and as he gives them a firm tug, confirming his increased helplessness despite his power and strength. A surge of pleasure rushes through him, as it was simply the Queen’s desire. He obeys the Queen.

K-2003 then ties Brian’s ankles to the table, which keeps his legs spread. The sleek hard member showing to the camera as a clear bead of pre-cum shows on the tip. Brian’s tail slips through an opening designed for tails as he rests his head back against the cushion.

“Now, this one bets what some of you thinking. Is there acid blood? Oh no, that is way too dangerous, though if you do cut the suit, it will leak a little bit of yellow blood as it self-heals, but we recommend not damaging our products, for you might accidentally hurt the one wearing them. And we at Toys-4-U do not want that,” K-2003 explains as it climbs on top of Brian, turning around in a 69 position as K-2003 presses its crotch against Brian’s face. The toy’s clitoral hood breaks its seal around its sex once again to reach out and lick across Brian’s lips.

The sweet toy Queen juices drip into his mouth as he lets out a delightful deep and long hiss, his second mouth slides out and runs its teeth against the toy’s sex which pulls away, so they are only softly touching the toy’s opening.

“Not yet drone, this needs to show that off,” K-2003 commands as runs its fingers across his cock, “But first, this one can show you the length. Doesn’t matter if the wearer is male or female, wanting to be male or female, they will feel the same bliss like many of our trans gender products,” K-2003 says to the camera as it runs a claw tip along the dripping length.

K-2003 sits up showing off its luscious smooth naked body, which reflects back at the drone, and the drone reflects on its body back to the toy, “The inner mouth, though looks deadly is designed to provide a delightful tight piston action if you always dreamt of a xenomorph blow job. But fear not ladies, the mouth can also provide you plenty of pleasure, and function like a sex machine. Two toy products for the price of one!” K-2003 says happily as it looks down at Brian.

K-2003 reaches down and runs a finger along the underside of his chin, “Now you can. Show them what kind of pleasure you can give this one,” it commands as Brian felt the will of his Queen. Please the Queen. Serve the Queen. Obey the Queen. He shoots his inner jaw up into K-2003’s hot squeezing sex. He tastes the arousing juices and tender rubber flesh of the toy as it lets out a playful moan of delight.

K-2003 at first let's Brian piston in and out of its rubber body, its clit hood occasionally coiling around and squeezing Brian’s inner jaw as the camera records the whole thing. After a few minutes K-2003 starts to take greater control and rides up and down on Brian’s face, going against the hot pounding action of its inner jaw.

Brian’s long xenomorph head feels the squeeze of K-2003’s tight thighs and legs against his long phallic shaped head. Harder and harder he pounds into K-2003, his wonderful Queen, and the harder K-2003 pushes back till K-2003 sits onto his mouth, and lets Brian do all the work, as its legs hold tightly around his head.

K-2003 lets out more moans as it tenderly squeezes its breasts, playing with its nipples between its fingers with a loud squeak as it gives a playful look to the cameras, “It feels better than it looks ladies,” K-2003 says with a playful wink as K-2003 rolls its hips against Brian’s face for several more minutes as its warm tinted cyan juices flow into his mouth and down his chin.

“While our wonderful test subject is busy with that, you all wonder just how the other head is doing? How is that functioning? Well time to show you that,” K-2003 explains to the camera as it leans forward its breasts press on the lower belly of the Brian’s xenomorph body. K-2003 continues to rock itself against Brian’s head as it wraps its fingers along the base of his cock and gives it a clean single milking stroke, showing the built up pre-cum gushing out of his needy member.

“This one thinks this one is ready to have its pipes cleaned before they burst. And one thing toy has learned from late night plumber shows on channel 669, that this one is a natural made rubber,” it winks at the cameras again as it leans in and coils its tongue around Brian’s length before wrapping its lips along the length as it suckles, bobbing its head nice, slow, controlled despite the heavy pounding its crotch is getting from the overly excited Brian.

Brian feels the touch and pleasure of his Queen. No highest honor, purpose for existing, exists than servicing his Queen in such an intimate and pleasurable manner. He is doing a good job. She is rewarding him. He didn’t aim for a reward. Didn’t ask. Doesn’t truly know the concept of a reward at this moment. But he does know the Queen is giving HIM special attention. And that is most wonderful.

K-2003’s warm lips around his length, slurping, suckling, feeling every ridge, sending explosions of pleasure through his body as his Queen easily deepthroats his member. Harder and harder he pounds into his Queen’s tight gripping sex, the harder his Queen rewards him with mind blowing pleasure.

Brian tugs hard on the constraints which barely seem to be able to hold him back. His mind on the verge of blanking out deeper into the nothingness of pure unfiltered instincts. The control and filtering of the suit seemingly complete over who he is as a person and there is no resistance. No fear, nothing but this moment, and feeling of servicing his queen. And as a rush of pleasure builds within his loins he thrusts into K-2003’s mouth as he reaches his climax.

K-2003 sensing his climax pulls back, opening its mouth as it lets the hot white gooey seed shot right up into its mouth. The toy’s tongue slides down to the end, allowing it to land along it as its hands squeeze and milk the length of all of its geez which oozes and piles at the cock tip as K-2003 squeezes and milks the length clean of its sexual prize.

K-2003 easily drinks every drop down before wrapping its mouth around his cock for a few long good hard suckles before pulling off with a pop. The toy licks along its hands and fingers, catching and missed bits of its treat as Brian continues to work on its sex, unabated by is climax.

“The suit’s desire to please the “Queen” puts the drone’s own climax secondary to their own. Of course, this setting can be adjusted before wearing the suit. K-2003 squeezes Brian’s head with its legs causing a loud squeeze, “Enough,” it commands as Brian feels a shiver down his spine as he stops instantly, “Good Drone.”

K-2003’s tail runs from Brian’s forehead all the way down the length of the smooth top. K-2003’s tail squeaks and rubs along his entire head, brushing against the back of it like the toy’s thumb that teased his cock earlier. A soft hiss escapes Brian’s lips as K-2003 slips off of him and begins to untie him, the drone slowly sitting up and getting back to all fours, his member still out and aching for more despite his recently hard climax.

“This one knows you have many questions, and it would love to answer them all, but it can’t read minds. Fortunately, this one is a good guesser, and it is going to guess you are wondering about that egg. Can it be used in bondage play? Why of course! Why not have the rubber storage egg device also work as a bondage ball. Of course, you could figure when our volunteer was in the egg that was one form of bondage, but there are others, and this one will show you,” it says the camera before turning its focus back to Brian who hiss submissively as K-2003 runs its claws along his head.

“Come,” K-2003 commands as Brian slinks off the table following right behind it.

Brian looks up at its well-crafted Queen, the definition of perfection, control, its meaning, and when the next command reached his mind, he was eager to fulfill it.

“Into the egg, head out only,” K-2003 explains

Brian softly hisses and nods slipping into the egg as what little rubber int here wraps around his ankles, wrists and neck pulling him down and into the egg in tight constricting bondage, leaving just his head up over the petals which close around leaving him perfectly helpless as he looks at his Queen with bliss.

“One doesn’t need the suit to do this play, but it is rather fun isn’t it? To have this drone here all helpless? Eager to please whoever you bring before them, upon their command?” K-2003 says with a smirk as it runs its claw tips along Brian’s head once again, driving him wild with lustful delight.

“How about we leave him squirming for the next hour then release him from the suit, and see how that goes? That does sound delightful, doesn’t it?” K-2003 asks the camera as for the next hour K-2003 teases and torments in pleasuring ways Brian’s exposed head as he can do nothing but take it and love it.

Brian is a good drone. Serving his Queen. His Queen wants this, he wants this. His Queen gets delight from this, he gets delight. There is no other calling he has but what his Queen, his hive desires. And when that fateful time arrives to release Brian from his bondage, the rubber xenomorph head melts and drips down onto the egg as K-2003 explains this is one of the few methods to remove the suit, and not to worry, the suit will only melt onto the egg which will reabsorb the rubber to be reused for the next session.

As the suit melts, so does the locks on his mind. One by one they melt away, warming his mind, bringing his consciousness back to full strength, completely aware of every blissful moment that transpired. He pants heavily, sweat dripping down his chin, his hair a complete mess as he looks up at K-2003.

“So how was the experience? Do you feel any lasting after effects?” K-2003 asks as Brian feels a simple compulsion to obey.

“It was wonderful. I would recommend this to everyone,” he says with a pant his eyes a little glossed over

K-2003 kneels before Brian so they are now face to face. K-2003 gently brushes some hair off to the side as Brian lets out a soft pleasure moan to the toy’s touch, “There appears to be some lingering pleasure to this one’s touch. Does it feel like that is fading?” K-2003 asks.

Brian leans into the touch, wanting to feel his Que... K-2003’s touch a bit longer, “A little bit, but it is all slowly coming back to me now.”

“Good, good. This one is glad to see you are doing well after that. This one will be asking a few more questions and checking up on you as the egg will be recording some of your reactions. This one doesn’t want this to become an unhealthy addiction for people.”

“But who wouldn’t want to be this and feel like this all the time,” Brian softly moans as he leans against the toy’s touch.

“This one knows, but we have to take things seriously and with your safety in mind. You’re already a little addicted to the idea, why this one picked you to try this product. You want it so badly, that you could form an unhealthy addiction. So, we will be watching that. This one knows you don’t mind. After all you signed the agreement,” K-2003 says with a grin.

Brian nods, “Yeah…. Well worth it. So, um… how much longer will I be in here?” he asks as he squirms in the egg as he feels the sleek liquid rubber holding him tightly in place.

“About another hour, then this one recommends taking a shower. After all, this one wouldn’t want you to be stuck down here in an egg and miss your birthday. Toy is sure that there are other wonderful gifts for you to enjoy.”

“I don’t know… hard to beat this one,” Brian says with a chuckle.

Several hours later, Brian looks over the sleek black rubber Mewtwo standing before him as he can just feel K-2003’s thinking, “It told you so,” as he licks his lips in anticipation. He swallows a lump in his throat as he looks over to an identical dark blue bodied, light blue belly and tail female mewtwo stands behind him. He looks at the unmoving black mewtwo then back to the blue one, “So all I have to do is step inside and I will be wearing it Thrysta?” he asks as he reaches up to feel the smooth rubber breasts of the black mewtwo rubber statue that has a clear four inches in height over him.

“Yup. A special birthday gift. Not everyday someone turns thirty, and for most people after this, they just stop caring, might as well get you something you’d remember,” Thrysta says with a wink.

Kirshina sits across the room, the seven-foot-tall anthropomorphic dragon with her soft blue scales and purple stripes sits beside her lover, D’narl, a smaller orange scaled dragon. The two hermaphrodite dragons look at the suit in amusement, though D’narl more in embarrassment as Kirshina says, “And here I only got you a rubber bondage maid outfit from the two of us.”

D’narl blushes a bit more, “It was your idea,” she mutters to her.

“I only suggested the bondage, you brought up the maid outfit,” says Kirshina as D’narl turns a beat red, which quickly fades when Kirshina nose bumps her and gives her a loving nuzzle lick.

“You and everyone have been far too nice to me,” he says as he leans against the rubber mewtwo suit.

“You say that now,” Thrysta says as she gives Brian a firm push as he suddenly falls into the seemingly solid mewtwo body. Brian feels the slick rubber move around him, spinning him around as he is guided to fill in the limbs of the suit. He blinks a few times as he feels a soft pleasure in the back of his mind as he takes a heavily rubber scented breath. His vision clears as he feels his sense of self duplicate between the tight perfectly fitting human body within the suit, and the suit itself. His vision is thrusted to the mewtwo as he feels taller than before as he looks around.

“This… this is weird,” says Brian as his voice sounds far more feminine than before as the words escape his female rubber mewtwo lips.

“It should be, I shoved you into a huge amount of my latex, which in its purest form is something that Toys-4-U can only hope to achieve,” Thrysta explains and with those words K-2003 the black and cyan sergal, with matching cuffs and collar with glowing lettering on the cuffs that say “Fuck Toy”.

“This one’s company makes the finest quality adult items for adult pleasure. We are happy with the progress we’ve made, that doesn’t require using a living latex being to make,” K-2003 happily explains.

Thrysta gives a sly smirk, “Yes toy. We know.”

“I don’t even know how you got K-2003 to show up her, but, I really do love your work K-toy,” says Brian as he gives a squeaky bow, which almost topples him over as he is caught off guard by the shift of his center of gravity in the female mewtwo suit.

“This one appreciates your kind words, but this one is here on Kirisha’s behalf. She asked this one to come and work out a few things for her gift.”

Kirisha shoots K-2003 a stern look, “Toy, I told you to not give any hints.”

K-2003 tilts its head, “Hints? This one didn’t give any hints. It was simply answering the question asked to it.”

Kirisha shakes her head, “I should have been more specific.”

“No need to worry Kirisha, I am simply happy having you and everyone else here,” says Brian as he looks over himself, gently feeling his smooth rubber flank with his balled fingertips, “This is just… so weird yet amazing.”

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” states Thrysta as she sits down in a nearby chair and crosses her legs with a loud squeak.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see later, after cake.”

Brian flicks his big thick rubbery tail with a squeak, “Should I be worried?”

“Perhaps,” Thrysta responds.

“That just means yes,” says Kirisha with a sly smirk as she sits next to a blue wingless dragon who nuzzles against her.

“Love, do you have to tease everyone at parties?” asks the blue dragoness.

“Aqua, you know it is what he wants, and what birthday boy wants… more or less that is what he gets,” she replies as she counter nuzzle licks her back.

Aqua lets out a soft cute huff, “I suppose,” she replies as Kirisha wraps her arm around her, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want when we get home,” she says with a playful wink as Aqua meeps and blushes.

Brian softly chuckles at the display as the birthday party went on without a hitch, with food, some games as he spent the entire time in his suit, the delightful rubber teasing his body, but he feels a sense of thankfulness that no matter how excited he got from the feel the sleek mewtwo belly hid anything sign of it.

Cake was had, and to Brian’s surprise he managed to taste and eat it through the suit, a happy treat, but as people started to head back home, leaving just Thrysta, Kirisha and K-2003 still there for a bit of a late-night party, Brian speaks up, “Thrysta?”

Thrysta smirks, “Yes?”

“You said something about after cake? But that was a while ago, and nothing has happened.”

“Just eager to have something happen, aren’t you?” Thrysta replies as she adjusts in her seat, causing the chair to squeak softly.

“Uh… ah, I was just curioooooooooooooous!” Brian yells out as his arousal goes from nine to nine thousand as he takes a single step and falls to his knees, instantly reaching a climax. Is hot seed floods the suit which readily absorbs it as a thick rubbery member fills his mouth and floods his own spunk back into his hungrily sucking mouth.

Soft moans escape the black rubber two’s body as Kirisha looks to Thrysta, “You could have warned him.”

Thrysta rests her chin on the palm of her hand, “I did. This is after cake. I just never specified how long after cake.”

“Will he be okay?” asks Aqua.

“He’ll be fine. He’s just so sensitive right now that a single touch will send him over the edge, including his feet to the ground,” explains Kirisha.

K-2003 walks over to Brian and rolls him onto his back. Brian moans loudly as he feels K-2003’s hands against his hyper sexual sensitive body, which instantly sends him into a second climax, which he is happily forced to drink down.

“Hmm, yes this one has seen this. Toy is always amazed that you are able to prevent a total mind shut down from the pleasure,” K-2003 says as it reaches forward and gives the black mewtwo breasts a squeeze, which releases a tidal wave of pleasure through Brain. His loud moans are heard through the mewtwo body as K-2003 continues to say, “Something like this would utterly mind wipe just about anyone, but they are simply enjoying it,” K-2003 says as it squeezes the two’s nipples, tripling the pleasure Brian is already feeling and causes Brian now to go into dry climaxes.

“Well, that is my doing. Otherwise one becomes a mindless husk, passes out, or both if put through it. Well except me,” Thrysta says with a smirk, “The suit is a play gift for us when we are together. He’s always had a kinky thing for my species, and has treated me well, so why not let him feel what I feel? For a little while.”

“Will he be okay though?” asks Aqua.

“He will, though I think he had enough for now,” says Thrysta as Brian suddenly finds himself thrust right out of the side of the suit, the overwhelming pleasure abruptly stops as he hits one final climax.

The cool rushes into Brian’s lungs, his pants bulge slightly but overall looks simply frazzled from the experience. K-2003 leans over the now motionless mewtwo body and looks at Brian, “You must tell this one how it felt. It knows such burst of pleasure in a short experience will be great for customers on the go needed to get that moment of bliss in those short moments their busy lives allow. It will work great for business folk,” K-2003 asks with a rump wiggle.

Brain pants heavily looking up at K-2003, unable to put the words together as he simply moans out incoherent gibberish for the next few minutes.

“K-toy?” says Thrysta as K-2003 lifts its head up and looks to her.

“Yes?” K-2003 responds with a big toothy smile.

“You know what I do is only doable under my supervision.”

“This one knows. It was simply asking about the experience, not how it was done.”

Thrysta softly sighs, “Fair enough,” she says as the black rubber mewtwo suddenly stands up and walks over to a nearby closet, stepping inside before closing the door behind itself, “Well, now that I have had my fun, and so has he, I will take my leave. Make sure he gets to bed, he’ll need some rest,” says Thrysta as she walks over the still panting Brian.

“We will,” Kirisha replies as Thrysta stands over Brain whose focus is just now coming into focus.

“Happy birthday Brian. See you later,” Thrysta winks before she teleports out of the room.

“That… was cool,” says Aqua as she is wide eyed of what she just saw.

“It’s not the first time you’ve seen it love,” says Kirisha.

“I know, but it still awesome.”

“Not as awesome as you,” says Kirisha as she playfully nuzzles Aqua while K-2003 sits beside Brian as he shakes his head.

“I… that was… oh boy… oh boy,” he says as he looks up to K-2003, “Hi K-toy.”

K-2003 waves, “Hi!”

“Sorry if I don’t get up, I am a little exhausted from that.”

“That’s okay, this one is here to help,” says K-2003 as it carefully picks Brian up and props him up on the couch next to Kirisha.

“Thanks,” Brian replies.

“No problem!” K-2003 cheerfully says with a squeaky rump wiggle.

“Well K-2003, do you think he can handle himself there now?”

“This one has been thinking about it, and it does think he can, though it might be good if an eye is kept on him. This one does think he is one that really gets into this kind of thing.”

Kirisha nods, “Well they have people for that, don’t they?”

“Yes. Last time this one checked. It’s not run directly by this one. It’s a subsidiary company to Toys-4-U.”

“But as we discussed you do have pull with the company.”

“Of course, this one does.”

“Wonderful.”

“This one is suggesting that it extends the invitation to the two of you.”

“What?” Aqua softly says with a hint of surprise.

“Well… hm, what do you mean by that?”

“This one thinks perhaps as an attendant, and later closer to the exhibition. This one knows you’d like it, just because of your natural bias,” K-2003 says with a smile.

Aqua tenses a bit, “Love, is the toy suggesting what I think it's suggesting?”

“Yes dear, it is.”

“I’m not sure about that…” she says as she trails off.

“Don’t worry love,” Kirisha assures with a soft nuzzle, “For now let's get this tired boy to bed. He has a long day starting tomorrow,” says Kirisha as she wraps her arms around Brian, and that is the last thing he recalls of his unforgettable birthday, but the fun has just begun.

Brian lets out a loud yawn as he lays in the back of Kirisha’s car as she drives and Aqua sits in the driver seat, “I can’t believe you talked me into this hun.”

“You need a little vacation as much as I, and we’ll get paid for it.”

“I wouldn’t call it a vacation, especially when we are going to get paid for it,” Aqua mutters.

Brian lets out a soft moan as he curls under some soft covers as he digs his head a little into a pillow, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see but I will give you a hint. The abbreviation is J.L. Park.”

Brian quirks an eyebrow, “J.L. Park?”

“Yup. And I know you will love it. Best birthday gift you’ll ever get.”

“I don’t know, it's hard to beat Thrysta’s gift,” mutters Brian, “I am still worn out from it.”

“Won’t know till its done, but rest. We’re still two hours away from the place.”

“Okay,” Brain remarks as he curls up and dozes off once more. When Brian awakes, it is due to a poke in his side.

“Wakey-wakey sleepy head we are here,” says Kirisha.

Brian lets out a soft yawn, stretching before sitting up. He winces as the bright light hits his eyes as he finds himself in a rather full parking lot, “I’m up, I’m up,” he says with another stretch as he gets out of the car. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Aqua look out over the parking lot with a hint of nervousness, as she gently rubs her hands together.

Brian looks out over the parking lot, his eyes adjusting to the light as he sees a giant sign “Jurassic Latex Park.” the sign itself held up by two giant shiny rubber brontosauruses. Brian feels his grogginess fade away and a tingle of excitement down his spine, “This place exists?! I’ve heard the name before, but it sounded so weird that I thought it was fake.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing, it sounds too weird to be real, but it is. A park full of rubberized feral dinosaurs, and all the attendants are anthropomorphic rubber dinosaurs of all species that you can think of, and variations between the feathered and scaled.”

“This is my gift? Taking me here?” Brian asks excitedly.

“Yes and no.”

Brian looks to Kirisha with even greater excitement mixed with nervousness, “Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”

Kirisha gives a toothy grin, “Guess,” she says as she leads him and Aqua toward the front gate, where a crowd of people still moving through to get in despite the place having been open for a few hours by now, “This way,” Kirisha motions with her head as she leads them off to the side towards a Park Personnel only.

“We’re not just visiting, are we?” Brian asks as he feels his palms begin to sweat as his mind wanders on all the images, he saw of this park that he thought up until now were “Fake” with all the rubber dinos, feral in the exhibits, anthros that work in the park proper.

“Nope, you are getting close and personal with one exhibit… well we all are,” say Kirisha as she presses a button on the side of the gate.

“I still can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” mutters Aqua as she looks around nervously.

Kirisha gently grabs Aqua’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, “Don’t worry. You will love it. You’ll be with me the whole time, and you get to practice a bit of your confidence building techniques I’ve been working with you on.”

“Yeah but…” Aqua trails off as Brian looks at them curiously when a sleek rubber female anthropomorphic green, black, brown and red dilophosaurus approaches the gate with only a lanyard with her name tag, and a security belt with a walkie-talkie on the side as any signs of clothing on her person. Also, curiously there is a nice one-inch thick neck tight black choker collar around her neck.

“Can I help you?” asks Amia as her name is clearly visible on her name tag attached to the lanyard.

“Hello, we are here for the week-long special exhibition,” says Kirisha.

Amia looks at the three curiously, “Can I see your ID’s please,” she asks as she remains on the other side of the gate.

“Here you go,” says Kirisha as they present them in short order, and after grabbing each one to examine it closer before handing them back Amia replies.

“About time. You are late,” she opens the gate which squeaks loudly as she slid it open.

“Apologies, but the reason why we are here, was a bit tired from last night, and it took us longer than planned,” Kirisha explains.

“No matter follow me,” she says as she motions them through the back alleyways of the park. Eventually they are brought toy the dino-maintenance building where inside there is a lab setting where countless rooms are sealed off by electronic locking doors. Amia guides them deeper into the rooms till they reach one which she unlocks with a swipe of a key card. The door clicks unlock as they step inside to three pedestals with a large half open cylindrical tube awaiting each of them. At the very top of each one are three rubber raptor masks, one red and black, one blue and black and the last green and black.

Amia smirks as she sees Brian’s surprised look on his face, “I hope you don’t mind our park. For you are going to have the close and personal experience as our newest raptor pack exhibition,” she explains as Brian looks over to Kirisha and Aqua. Aqua looks nervous and a little bit bashful but underneath it there is a hint of excitement, while Kirisha shoots him a sly smirk.

“Happy Birthday,” she simply says as she takes the first step to the pedestal toward the green and black rubber raptor mask.