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_Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt..._Something rang in Kyle's ears. It sounded halfway between an alarm clock and a persistent mosquito. The bunny was still half-asleep when the buzzing resonated in his ears a second time, louder.

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Kyle groaned, but it felt muffled when it reached his big, floppy ears. He felt something thick cover them, something that extended to his face. He opened his eyes tentatively, but everything was pitch dark. Memories of his current situation began to resurface in his mind.

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! The buzzing became too loud to be ignored, and Kyle jerked his head in annoyance, completely awake. He tried to move his limbs, but they remained desperately immobile. His brain finally assimilated that what he had experienced yesterday was not some kind of vivid nightmare.

"Mmmf...." The bunny could not speak, not with the tube in his mouth. Oh, how quaint must he look: a nineteen year-old bunny, his entire coat of fur replaced by a sensitive, shiny, golden layer of latex; naked, stuck into a small stall with his arms and legs trapped in holes, a thick rubber hood covering his head and depriving him from the senses of sight, earing and smell. He could tell from the sensations in his lower body that his dick was still trapped in a permanent state of erection.

As if the machine he was hooked up knew that he had awoken, a liquid poured through the cock-shaped equipment in his mouth. Another strange meal, this time laced with an exciting substance, which ensured that the bunny would not doze off anytime soon. All things considered, this was rather comfortable, with the breather giving him rich, fresh air to breath, and the feeder allowing him to gulp down his energy drink at his own rhythm.

Once Kyle finished taking his dose of nutrients, he felt the breather stop, and the rubber mask being finally pulled off his head. Completely awake, the young rodent could take a look and lend an ear to the buzzing activity of the latex slaves -or rather the 'employees', as they are called, waking up, exiting their nightly prison, and leaving for... For where exactly?

The golden bunny felt the air-filled tubes holding his arms and his legs deflate, and he did not waste any time to hop off his own rest cabin. However, something felt funny when he stood up. His crotch felt... Heavier? Kyle looked down, and a gasp escaped his aghast mouth. His genitals had grown in size during the night. He could not quantify it exactly, but it was dramatic change. The day before, he could cup both of his average-sized testicles in his hands; today, he had to use both hands to hold them up. His penis grew several centimetersas well. He remembered the gorilla who greeted him so roughly, yesterday; how his penis and his testicles were out of proportion too.

Incredulous, Kyle was still cupping and feeling himself when a feminine voice reached his ears. "Testing, testing. One, two, testing," she said. She sounded young and energetic. Kyle looked around him, but nobody in sight could pretend to be the owner of this voice, and nobody in particular seemed to be speaking to him. The voice did not seem to come from some speakers, which were absent from the prefabricated building anyway. "Is somebody there?" the bunny asked.

"Awesome, it works. Voice broadcast: checked; voice reception: checked." the voice noted, before clearing her throat. "Good morning, BM-85! I'm talking through a internal earpiece that comes with your 'suit'. It uses your jaw bones for speaking, and the voices that you will hear will be directly conveyed to your eardrums. So just speak normally if you are talking with me or another member of the staff."

The staff. Finally, some answers!

"You're... You're from the staff? Please let me go! I do not belong here, I..." Kyle started

"No can do, sugar," the woman cut him.

"Please. I won't say any..." the bunny tried again

"Not my business, sugar. I'm just the Technician," the 'technician' shot him down.

"Look, miss... Hmm..." the naked rabbit started, but he did not know the woman's name.

"Can't tell you my name, sugar. Classified. I am and will remain the Technician for you. It's my job title, though. However, if you call me that you'll have a bad time, I can tell you," she warned him.

"Miss... Can I at least talk to a manager," Kyle tried.

"Nope. The_Manager_ will talk to_you_. You're not in a restaurant, sugar," the girl rectified.

"But I've... They_raped_me!" the bunny lamented.

"Your point being?..." a coarse replied came.

"Wh-" Kyle did, taken by surprised at the coldness of the reply.

"You still came, right?" she asked, as if it justified the abuse of yesterday.

Kyle felt like crying from such an obtuse woman, but he quickly understood that throwing a tantrum in this place would only bring him trouble.

"Okay, let's drop down the subject. I just want someone to tell me what they want from me. And how long? I have a life outside," he tried to explain, his golden latex skin shaking in frustration.

"You_had_ a life," the Technician interjected. "As for what is wanted of you, head towards the central plaza. You're going to have your mandatory training, since you're our latest addition to the team."

"That's not what I wanted to ask," Kyle noted dejectedly.

"But that's what I will answer," the unhelpful woman concluded. Discussion seemed to be closed from now on. "Head to the plaza," she instructed. "Don't stop on the way, don't talk to anyone. If a visitor stops you, tell them that you are expected elsewhere; they have rules to abide to as well, and we have the means to enforce them. Oh, and don't try to run away. I would not want for the Security to catch and break you on your first day. Tootaloo!"

"Wait... Miss?" Kyle whined, but as of now he was talking to the air.

The bunny's eyes stung, so he passed his shiny, squeaky arm on them. The sensitive matter allowed him to feel wetness. He was crying. Who would not. There was still that, though: under the latex, he was still a normal being. Not a slave, nor a drone.

Full of apprehension, Kyle wiped the tears rolling on his cheeks and, after taking a deep breath, walked forward. On the way out, his path crossed GM-29's. The gorilla waved at the bunny with a chuckle. "On the way to your training, BM-85?" he asked. Kyle did not even bother to look at his direction. He could not stop to talk to anybody after all, did he? He heard the primate chuckle, behind him. "Have fun, bunny!" the ape shouted. Kyle increased his pace. Better be in training than around this asshole. Oh, how wrong he would find himself to be!

~In the real world~

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt. David opened his eyes. The light brown deer stretched under the warm covers. He looked outside, to see that the sun had just rised a few moments ago.

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt. Something was buzzing softly. Did he let his alarm clock set up on a sunday once again? No, it seemed to come from the other side of the bed.Oh, my phone, the only son of the Reichswald's family realized.

David rolled and grabbed his phone. These were text messages, from his dad:

Hope you enjoyed yesterday, Dave.

The Fair is opened 24/7; they rotate the staff, so unless you are fond of that Goldie of yours, you can come and leave anytime. Once again, don't worry about money; I know you're not one to throw it by the window.

What a strange evening that was. He still remember vividly the events from yesterday. That golden bunny strapped to the machine, the game, Robert the middle aged boar, his naked father at his side as he went through the most intense orgasm of his life...

The surfacing memories made David hard under his bed sheets.

David was about to start masturbating, when he realized that he had a better alternative. The Fair is opened 24/7 after all, right? He took a quick shower and his breakfast, put the platinum medallion around his neck, and prepared to plunge into the mysterious world of the Dark Fair once more.

This time, a male cat was here to welcome him, in an elegant silver-colored latex coating. "Welcome back, David. My name is CM-95. No nickname yet, I am afraid. At your service and eager to please," he greeted.

"Hm... Hi," David greeted back. He headed towards the supply desk and took a pouch that he belted around his hips. He checked the contents.

There was the map, still useful. The cockring... A little help would be welcome, so David decided to put the metal endowment on. It felt nice and tight at the base of his cock.

What's next? he wondered. There was a ball strecher, but David thought it would be a little overkill. The lube, and the pills were there, like yesterday. After checking his bag, David glanced at the map panel. A small poster title 'Events' had been added, next to the map. "What kind of 'events' are we talking about?" he asked.

"It depends. Most are educational shows, where we show our most recent entertainers in training, and allow you to interact with them. There is such an event in one hour, if you wish. Our latest addition, a bunny."

It must be Goldie. I might as well take a look, the deer thought. He realized that his heart thumped in his chest as he thought about him, and about yesterday. His cock instantly stiffened, trapping the blood behind the cock-ring at the same time. He wasted no time leaving the tent. "Have fun," the cat employee wished.

~In the meantime~

Kyle approached the plaza. It was a big open space, with several scenes spread across. Now, where should he go? Another voice buzzed in its eardrums. But this time, it barely registered as a normal person: deep, cavernous, rumbling, as if someone spoke through speakers whose basses had been amped to maximum.

"BM-85," the voice simply said. Despite knowing that everybody here called him in this fashion, it still took a couple of seconds for him to react. "Walk to the scene in front of you. The one with the covers." Indeed, there was in front of him a scene, a big cubical shape which was presently covered with an opaque sheath. Kyle obeyed; no reason not to, for now. He could feel the looks of the visitors on his shiny gold skin and his erect, bobbling penis.

"Walk around, then behind the sheath," the voice instructed anew. Kyle winced. This was an implied confirmation that_he_ would be the star of the show.

One of Kyle's 'coworkers' awaited him inside. A female dolphin from the looks. "Hello, BM-85. I'm DF-16. Nice to meet'cha," she squeaked.

"Hi..." Kyle answer. At the very least, the girl was not antagonizing him like that stupid gorilla. He took the time to look around him.

Kyle had stepped inside a person-sized cube, made of glass panels.Hence the sheath for now, he concluded. The front panel had several specificities: there was one of these new-fashion office seats, which allowed you to rest your weight while still standing, right next to the panel; its position was funny, though: it was so close to the glass that the user would still be touching the panel.

At the same level than the seat, the panel had a big circular hole, its edge cushioned by thick black rubber. It was the same rubber than the one in his resting stall, and it was at junk's level.

"I think you realized it by now, but please step forward and press yourself against the front wall," DF-16 instructed. Kyle began to have second thoughts about the whole thing. "Please, BM-85. I'll be punished if you don't," the sea mammal whispered to him. Reluctantly the bunny obliged.

He placed himself in front of the wall. "Don't sit right away," the dolphin asked. She grabbed Kyle's genitals, and passed them on the other side of the hole.Cassie was the only girl who had touched my junk until now, the golden latex slave remarked. Cassie... It felt like days since he saw her. Did she and the rest of his friends notice his disappearance? Are they searching for him?

A pressure on his crotch brought Kyle back to the dreadful reality. DF-16 was pumping air into the rubber, which inflated, trapping Kyle's entire package outside. "You can lean back on the seat, now," the female dolphin allowed her co-worker.

"Oh God..." Kyle lamented. He could hear the crown outside starting to assemble.