Mascot
written by Skye McCloud
"Disruptive, clumsy, disobedient, constantly late for practice, and today you were late for the game because...?" The middle-aged man rattled off numerous offenses as he leaned back in his chair, eyeballing me in my most-vulnerable state. It was intimidating hearing it all as I stood wearing nothing but a sweaty basketball uniform.
"Coach McAllister, I... I can explain!" I was stammering, sputtering, and otherwise trying so hard to keep the coach from declaring the inevitable. "See, I didn't know the movie would last so long, and I didn't know he wanted to go back to his room..."
"Not another word, Cody. As of today you are off the team," he finalized, thoroughly shattering my heart. "Go take a shower, and return your uniform to me as soon as you're done. I'm sorry, but I cannot have someone be a burden to our team, especially now that we're in the regional finals.
I hung my head low, and mumbled a 'yes sir' before trudging out of his office towards the locker room. For years I had wanted to attend this college simply because their mascot, the panther, was my most-favourite animal. I loved their sleek bodies, and shiny black fur coats. If I had the choice I'd give up my human existence to live life as one, but I try to at least make the most of it. And because of an afternoon of wild sex I was now off of the greatest team I could have asked to be a part of. Plus their uniform was hot.
I fumbled with my locker a few moments before pulling out a towel. I stripped off of my cherished black uniform before dropping it to the ground in a rumpled heap. How I would miss the feel of it against my bare chest; it always glinted softly amongst the fluorescent lights of the gymnasium.
After getting the water to the right temperature I stepped in and tried very hard to wash away the heartbreak I found myself experiencing. Unfortunately the task was daunting, and I found myself sobbing as the shower trickled beads of water around me. Basketball was my life, and this school made it so much more wonderful. I had plenty of options, but this was what I truly loved, and I let my hormones screw me over. He wasn't even a good fuck, either.
All in all I was feeling pretty pathetic at this point.
I stepped out of the shower, and slowly made my way back to my locker. I began to dig through my duffel bag for my clothes, but my eyes fell to the ground where my uniform lay. Some kind of shiny black goop bubbled and sputtered around the uniform, coating it completely in whatever it was.
"Aw, crap, I gotta get this cleaned," I said as I grabbed the slimy garment, and darted for the showers. "Gotta clean it, or he'll be really mad..." I was babbling to myself as I fumbled with the knob, causing it to spray out ice cold water onto the uniform. I sprayed the clothes thoroughly, but I was apparently too late; the top and shorts had fused together into one solid item. "What in the world is going on here?" I wondered aloud as I picked at the uniform. "Was that stuff... rubber?" Experimentally I tugged at the uniform, and sure enough it stretched apart. I grinned a bit, and decided to try the strange uniform on, reasoning that the coach probably wouldn't want the uniform back now, anyway.
I stretched apart the only logical opening, and stepped in through the neck of the slick suit and shimmied into it. The rubbery texture felt so snug against my naked frame; the coach probably wouldn't even notice if I snuck out with it under my clothes. Cold water continued to stream through the shower head onto my body, but I couldn't even feel it. Making up my mind to steal the transformed garment I began to head back to the lockers to finish getting ready, but my legs halted. I flopped down to the ground, and immediately felt like some hidden force was snaking it's way up my legs. I could feel something wrapping around my crotch, and gently tracing it with its tip. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything. It just felt like a foreign force was coming onto me.
Some kind of force coaxed me into kneeling position. I didn't know quite what to think, but I couldn't move my body at all. My arms were spread out from my body, and the rubbery garment seemingly began to melt on my skin. The top grew sleeves that slid down the length of my arms, coating them in this black rubber; likewise the shorts began to melt down around my legs, molding to my calves. The rubber melded to my hands, forcing them to shrink and reshape into thick black rubber paws. I couldn't see it, but I could feel the same thing happening to my legs and feet. All of my new paws began to tingle as soft latex pads pushed out through the material. I would have been terrified of the process if it wasn't for the pleasurable sensations coursing throughout my body, especially thanks to the mysterious force playing with my cock and balls.
Soon after my hands and feet completed their transformation a most glorious feeling emerged from the pit of my stomach; a slick rubbery tail shot out from just below the small of my back. At that exact moment I could feel another force plunging itself into my asshole to firmly grasp my prostate. It was as if a rubbery hand reached up my ass, and began to gently massage the gland for me. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out; instead the rubber took the opportunity to coat my face with a thick layer of black rubber, forcing some into my mouth. I could feel it molding around my face, even changing my own bone structure. I wasn't sure if the sensations I could feel were painful or erotic. The rubber continued to mold around my face, and before long I could feel my own hair being replaced by a thick layer of rubber; two cat ears shaped themselves atop my head. My nose pushed against my face, and I could feel my own chin elongating to create a new rubber muzzle to match the image the latex had planned for me. Within a few moments thin strands of rubber sprouted from either side of my face granting me matching whiskers.
I felt glorious, as if I was being granted the body I had been destined to own. I couldn't move my body on my own free will, though, but thankfully the force manipulating me was gracious enough to begin exploring my new features. One paw closed in on my chest, and began to gently massage it. My paw teased my nipples, causing each pectoral to become enhanced; it even trailed itself down the length of my stomach and molded my abs into a firm six-pack that went beyond the muscle I was used to. My other paw reached down to my groin, and began to play with the stub the rubber had left behind in its wake. My paw jerked and molded my cock and balls until a beautiful sheath was created, and my own rubbery dick peeked its head out from the center. With the process pretty much complete I was laid down against the shower floor as what could only be described as invisible tentacles wrapped themselves around my rubbery body. I was spread eagle as they toyed and played with my new features, causing them to enhance even further. My chest bulged out a bit more, my abs grew a bit firmer, and even my buttocks tightened up. I was in rubber heaven.
My cock was pumped hard, faster and faster to match the racing of my heart. No longer did I have control over my body, and I couldn't think of doing anything but getting myself off. I wanted to explode my jizz across the room, and swim in a pool of my own cum. I wanted to drown in my bliss, and my prayers were soon answered as a slick stream shot into the air, finally splashing against the side of the drain. Water continued to drizzle down upon me, and my love washed down the drain.
I panted hard, but apparently I wasn't done; my feline body twisted until my own dick was inserted deep into my maw. I sucked hard, trying to savor the rubbery flavor of my new body. I couldn't think of anything else! My mind raced to catch up with what was going on; I just orgasmed, but it wanted to keep going!
As I sucked on myself I could hear footsteps approaching me. I glanced over, and saw my former coach standing above me, a sly smirk spread across his face. I was embarrassed, and I could feel my cheeks burning scarlet beneath my latex exterior, but I continued to slurp and suck on my own groin despite his presence.
"Well now, Cody, I had hoped you'd put the uniform back on," he began as he brought a hand down to gently pat my rubbery head. "You look good, yeah, the perfect replacement mascot." He then stepped over to the shower, and switched the nozzle over to 'hot.' Within moments burning water sprayed down against my rubbery skin, but it didn't bother me in the slightest. However, I finally released my own dick, and the suit lost its luster. It looked and felt more like a tight-fitting furry mascot costume now. "You see, I threw a special concoction onto your uniform in the hopes you're put it back on. Hot water turns it into a normal mascot costume ... oh, don't try to get out of it, there is no escape ... and cold water turns it into the rubber molestation suit you were just experiencing. In fact, I think I prefer it when you're in that state of mind." He turned the nozzle back to cold, and as it trickled down my back I felt my body compelled to please myself once again. I brought my legs up over my head, and began to fuck my own face as my rubbery tail flopped about.
"We need a new mascot," he continued to explain, "and what with your sudden departure from the team I figured this was a perfect way to appease us both. Especially considering why you were late to the game tonight." I continued to feel embarrassed about the situation, but I couldn't do anything in response beyond sucking my own dick, and he knew this. He gently patted my rubbery ass, and smiled. "Anyway, I'll have your new uniform waiting for you in my office; you'll be sprayed with hot water before you have to change into it for the games, and then after the games you'll take off the uniform and kept in cold water for the night. Consider it the gift that keeps on giving, Cody." And with that he turned to leave me to my endless pleasure.
I couldn't smile, I couldn't nod, I couldn't do anything but taste a slick stream of my own cum spilling into my mouth; it was going to be a long night, and as the lights flicked off to leave me alone in the dark I knew I'd be forced into getting used to the taste by morning's light.