All Dolled Up: Delivery by Felekar

All Dolled Up: Delivery

Felekar, Body Control, Bondage, Dragon, Encasement, Feral, Fox, Jolteon, Latex, Male, Non-Anthro, Orgasm Denial, Other, Pokemon, Rubber, Spanking, denial, dragonair, puppet

All Dolled Up: Delivery

by Felekar

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/felekar/

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Forward:

Happy very belated birthday Klonoa!

This story is a sequel to All Dolled Up http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3161642

While you do not need to read it to follow this story, it does tell just why our two-tailed fox is in the position he now finds himself.

Thank you and happy reading, hope you enjoy.

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"Alright, sign here," the burly black stallion held out an electronic pad with a bored expression, as he had a hundred times this week. The tall man wore the usual delivery worker fare, a matching button up shirt and too-short shorts that really left nothing to the imagination, both light brown in stark contrast with his short fur, the company logo on the left side of his chest.

Rick did as requested, though with a bit of a puzzled expression. He hadn't ordered anything, and was not expecting anything from anyone. The man signaled him to wait a moment and went back to the large brown delivery truck parked in front of the house, reached into the back, and pulled out a large, three foot square box with a company logo on the front; a pocket watch on a chain with the letters 'RHI' over the face. His eyes lit up, and his ears perked high when he saw where it had come from. He had discovered their website not long ago; a dealer in the exotic and erotic, with a large portion of the site devoted to incredibly expensive adult latex toys.

The horse carried the box with relative ease up the short walkway, and the jolteon stepped aside, ears perked, his mind already a buzz with what it could be. The muscled man dipped his head through the front door, into the living room a step, and set the box on the floor in the living room. With just a little nod to his customer, he was back out the door and back to the truck. He watched the stallion go for a lingering moment, then closed the door and turned his attention to this box.

"Huh, wonder what it is?" Rick scratched a paw through his shoulder length orange hair and pondered it a moment. He was certain he had not ordered anything, or entered any sort of contest. Not one to pass up something like this, he really didn't care about why he got it he just cared what it was.

A solid impact with the floor jarred the fox inside awake. He opened his eyes, but saw a world of darkness. He would have moaned, but his muzzle was filled to the back of his tongue with a large purple mass of latex in the shape of a canine's cock, the knot tucked behind his teeth like a ballgag. He again tried to struggle, but all his movements were prevented in any direction. In moments a sharp vibration hit his prostate, and only grew stronger the more he attempted to move. Purple latex coated every inch of his body, sans his twin tails, and what felt like a fairly large canine dildo was embedded firmly in his rear.

The price he paid next was that of overstimulation. The suit had long since found his various weak spots; the rim of his ears, the base of his tail, his lips, a coiled lick around his tailhole and had made numerous other places just as sensitive. The stuff never left him completely alone. Ever since his poor choice to open that damned case that fateful, rainy night, he had regretted it.

All through his trip he had been kept at least half-hard, with no way to take care of it. His body had been bound and immobilized to little more than a slight wiggle in any direction by purple latex. His calves and thighs were glued together, his arms bound against his chest, and paws set into mitts to render them useless. His shaft had been allowed to retreat a little ways overnight, but the upper third still hung outside, the tip settled on his chin in his contorted state. It felt constricted and, as morning wood took over, he discovered it had been bound solidly in place, the stuff prevented its advance and growth. He had been in complete darkness since he was sealed inside this box, and all sound was muted heavily.

As far as he was concerned, the all he heard since he got in was the rumble of tires on road, the occasional squeal of brakes, indistinct speech, machinery now and again, more driving; all of that interspersed with bumps and jars, thumps and drops. The packing peanuts around him kept him from any sort of harm, at least of the physical variety. Then, finally, a new sound. One of tearing.

"So, what do we have here?" The bound fox's ears perked when he heard the muffled voice above him once again. Rick had folded the scissors open and sliced through the packing tape that held the box closed. With eager speed he pulled the flaps open and discovered a thin layer of packing peanuts. The yellow furred mon pushed his paws leaned in and scooped the two orange-furred lengths up, and jumped back when they twitched. More curious than ever, he scooped the packaging out of the way then reached in and wrapped his paws around the fox's sides, level with his navel. Even through the rubber the touch tickled.

"Hmm," He surmised it was shaped a bit like a person, and with the knowledge it was from RHI this intrigued him more than ever. He pulled the fox up, and the suit over his body made him sit up. His face now out of the box, his eyes shot open, and he looked around.

This was his friend's house.

REMAIN

SILENT

The words greeted him the instant he could see, dark purple, block letter text in the middle of his vision. Even with everything was tinted violet there was no mistake. He was in his friend's house, encased in a latex body suit, and there was no way for him to signal for help. He let out a faint squeak through his nose and tried to move, to somehow inform Rick, to somehow get help from him, but the suit constricted around him once again and stopped him in his tracks, and those dreaded words filled his vision.

DISOBEDIENCE

DISCIPLINE

'Oh no,' he winced and squeezed his eyes shut as a heavy throb pounded against his prostate. The latex undulated inside his rear, and in the same moments the layer that surrounded the tip of his length swirled and rubbed against his long-since oversensitive flesh. He let out a silent choked groan and coiled his tails, which drew a surprised gasp from the jolteon.

"It moved." Rick stared at it for a moment with a blank expression.

YOU

WILL

STAND

The suit unbound his legs silently, and then manipulated his limbs to force him to comply. In an instant he was on his feet. The packing pellets tumbled away all around him, many right out of the box, while a few others clung to his latex coated surface here and there by virtue of static. Of course the jolteon was entirely unprepared for the sudden movement of the purple fox, so leapt back in shock, arms held up defensively.

With Klo upright Rick got a much better view of his new acquisition, at least from behind. A full foot shorter than himself, he recognized the body shape of a fox, and the pair of tails that twitched rapidly over that pert, latex-covered rump was a dead giveaway to the intended species. He adjusted his pants with a quick tug of a paw as they grew just a bit tighter. Still a couple paces away he stepped around t the side and looked over the vulpine in awe. He had read stories about life size dolls developed in Japan; ornate simulacrum with artificial breath, actuators to move on their own, even ones with voice commands. He felt a sort of sympathy for those lonely people that owned them; people with none but a toy for company. At the same time he was extraordinary jealous of them, because he knew the sorts of things they did in their off hours. His pants strained a bit more at the thought.

Klo's eyes went wide as his friend stepped into view. It was one thing to find himself in his friend's home, quite another to come face to face with them. The suits warning to remain silent filled his vision again, but to be this close to salvation was an opportunity too big to ignore. Again he thrashed his tails about and pulled desperately against the suits iron-strong grip, but all he managed for all his efforts was a series of squeaks like those of a dog toy, and the faintest of wiggles. The latex had invaded his the pores from ear to toe. It was no longer just a layer on top of his skin; it /was/ his skin. As such, to pull against it was to fight against his flesh, fruitless at the least, and a bit painful if he tried too hard. Trapped as he was he could do no more than just take the torment.

DISOBEDIENCE

DISCIPLINE

With another step, Rick's face lit up with an ear to ear grin. Just as he hoped, it was anatomically correct, and he rushed for a closer look. The creators had put meticulous detail into the toy's cock. It stood proudly from its purple home, half erect right out of the box. It seemed slightly out of proportion with the rest of the body, more suited to a wolf than a fox, but that only made him grin wider.

Without further hesitation his paw wrapped around the Violet shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. The jolteon was surprised to discover that it had give, filled with opaque viscous gel with a solid core, and it was quite warm to the touch.

His eyes widened as he felt faint movement under his fingers, both a rhythmic pulse, and a soft vibration. He thought it strange for a fleeting moment before the realization that it was a sex doll rolled through his mind; a very advanced sex doll. The notion that it was his friend in a suit, bound against his will and frustrated to a terrible degree never even came close to crossing his mind.

"Now, how do I get you out of the box without getting peanuts everywhere," he spoke aloud in thought.

YOU WILL

CLIMB OUT

The suit picked up on the verbal cue and, with no more than a moments pause, maneuvered Klo out of the box, with no consideration as to his feelings about it. Peanuts spilled out with him, but that was of little concern, they could always be cleaned up later.

Ideas raced through Rick's mind as he got a good look at his new toy, now without a box in the way. It was of no shock to the jolteon to find it was latex all the way down to the tips of its individual toes. He was not sure if he expected anything to happen, but as an experiment he spoke another simple command.

"Umm, brush yourself off." Sure enough his encased friend did as he was told without delay. The binding that held his arms securely to his chest peeled away silently, and the bi-tailed fox swept his arms over his body. The suit directed his movements to each individual pellet, and had him flick it away. He did not resist, and as a result the terrible torment the stuff put him though eased dramatically. No longer did it feel like someone was twirling their tongue around his overstimulated tip, that sensation had ebbed back to the slow, maddening swirl he had endured his every waking moment for the past day. it was only enough to be a tease, no matter how long it went that would never be enough to give him release.

Meanwhile, Rick was clueless to his friend's troubles. He just had a new toy, and he was going to find out just what it could do.

"Follow me?" He spoke hesitantly, a little uncertain, but when the latex figure took a step forward he let out a little gleeful squeal.

This was going to be fun.

The jolteon lead on down the short hallway into his bedroom. It was a rather roomy white-washed setup with his well-arranged queen-sized bed in the left corner just inside, foot to the door frame, its sheets soft and thin to deal with warm summer nights. On the far wall was a varnished pine computer desk, the case itself tucked away neatly in its own alcove underneath. A pair of large LCD displays sat on the well-worn wooden surface, his web browser on one, chat program on the other. Behind them a thin, white curtain hung in front of the window to his back yard and let just the perfect amount of light into the room, but prevented any view inside. Storage was taken care of by a large walk-in closet on the right wall. The setup left plenty of space in the center of the room to move about, and he was quite thankful for that at the moment.

Klo followed him without fail, and was stopped just a step into the room. He stood there, quite nervous. His friend was either a good actor, was playing a bad joke, or genuinely didn't know he was in the suit. That worried him. That worried him a lot. He knew all too well what Rick was into, they'd chatted about it, at length, night after night, even role-played it with him numerous times. He'd had fantasies about this very sort of position for years, but now, to find himself really in it...

He was torn rather sharply from his thoughts by a very firm grope. As before the semi-liquid latex that surrounded his shaft squished out down into his sheath, compressed around his knot, and flowed out in all directions, then rushed back into place the instant that grip was released. The fox let out a sharp squeak through his nose and shivered in place, and his tails flagged behind him.

"Now let's get a good look at you." Rick leaned down face to face with Klo, and looked him square in the eye, inches from his nose. The jolteon brought a paw up and stroked it up the fox's chin, to the end of his muzzle. At his lips he found a divot in the material. Intrigued, he probed a finger against it. He found that it parted rather easily, and allowed passage into the mouth behind. The fox pushed his tongue up against the bottom of the hollow knot-gag in an attempt to alert his pal, and even managed to deflect the wall a little against his friend's probing finger, but it did him no good.

That grin on the mon's face changed to that of mischief. "I wonder," he looked around a little guiltily for just a moment before he spoke again, "if this thing can give a blowjob."

YOU

WILL

KNEEL

In just a moment Klonoa's legs buckled, and he found himself upon his knees on the floor in quite a hurry. The fox gave a surprised squeak as he fell and found himself face to face with his friend's crotch. The suit pulled his arms up to either side of the clasp and settled his mitted paws against the waist of his pants. They were in solid latex mittens, and made useless for manipulating anything with his fingers, so his head was angled upward to put him in a position that looked like he was begging.

"My my, eager aren't we?" The power was already going to his head. He had the perfect little toy, eager and ready to follow his every command. "Aww, does foxy want it?" The suit forced a nod. "Well then," he unsnapped the button of his pants, "this way, boy." He chuckled at the last word and took a step back, then watched with a giddy look on his face as Klo inched forward on his knees to follow, paws held in position. He stepped over to the edge of his bed and took a seat. His new toy followed obediently, even against his wishes. The vulpine was forced over, nose to crotch once again, and made to nuzzle at the jolteon's firm erection through the cloth, which drew a long, throaty murr from him.

This was just too hot. He could wait no longer. With eager speed he pulled open the fly of his pants and wriggled out of them. His pride and joy already snuck out of the hole of his boxers, and stood proudly in stark contrast to the dark blue silk. Rick's length was distinctly canid in form; the tip tapered to a point, the shaft was long enough to wrap his paw around it and have room to spare on either side, and his knot was a bit more than half the size of his fist when he came. It had already engorged itself quite a lot, and was oozing precum.

The suit made sure Klo wasted no time. It pulled him forward and dragged his latex-coated nose up through the layer of pre on Rick's cock. He had little choice but to inhale the heady scent. The aroma sent shivers through his body, right to the tips of his tails. His mittened paws scooped to either side of the slick shaft and pulled it away from the jolteon's short, yellow bellyfur to get a better angle. The fox made another dogtoy-like squeak as he was drawn up and made to stand on his knees, and through the entire motion the end of his slicked muzzle never left the end of his friend's cock, not for a moment. His covered paws pulled it forward just that fraction more, then he plunged the tip into the crevice between his lips.

YOU WILL

SUCK

NOW

Rick settled a paw on top of Klo's head and pulled him down in one, long smooth stroke, until the fox's nose was buried against his sheath. The walls deeper inside his muzzle were soft and slick, and fit his shaft like a glove.The jolteon could not help himself but trust forward roughly and moan out in delight. "Mmmm, wow," he groaned, "that is perfect..." He shifted his paw and looped his thumb against the base of his toy's ear and pulled him off part way without any effort. He had expected the doll's movement to be more mechanical than this, but this was all the better. As that wonderful muzzle descended on his shaft again his body tensed and he drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The jolteon's grasp went slack, but the suit made his toy continue regardless.

That one word, suck, stayed across the fox's vision as it bobbed his head again and again. He felt the latex inside his muzzle shift about and ripple over his friend's shaft, much to the dom's delight. Despite his lack of choice about his position, or perhaps even because of it on a subconscious level, he felt his length growing harder inside its latex cocoon. With every bounce of his head, and every moan that filled his ears more blood surged to his shaft. Thanks to the constant stimulation of the suit, and the constricting ring of rubber behind his knot he found himself hard as stone in less than a minute.

With each bob of his head his latexed cheeks brushed against Rick's fur. Little snaps and pops, the sounds of static, met his ears, and the material that made contact writhed and flexed in strange ways. In all his distraction he had forgotten his friend's electric nature. Oddly, unlike normal latex that would simply have held a charge on its surface, the suit manipulated it, guided it, used it, and soon a charge had built up in the tight ring of rubber behind his swollen knot. The strength was quite low, but he felt the tingle of current pass over the sensitive skin near constantly nonetheless.

The toy tod let out another pathetic squeak of protest and shivered as his tails coiled against one another behind him, but Rick just thought it another adorable feature to his favorite new piece of sexy tech. His paw settled heavily atop Klo's head while he propped himself up with the other on the bed. Each time the fox reached the apex of his cock, he gave a strong thrust and pushed his prize in place until his half-hard knot slapped against those soft, latex-coated lips. Words evaded him as the ripple around his shaft picked up its pace. It was as though a tight set of rings worked over his length from base to tip constantly. If this kept up he'd be over the edge and fill that maw in no time.

Klonoa's hips flexed in sync with the tempo of his head, and with the aid of the rubber ripples around it, his cock grew fully from his over-stuffed sheath. The shell around his knot pushed out into the open, which allowed his cocooned member to fall free out in front of him, and as he moved it bobbed up and down. Each bounce caused a small squeeze around his knot and brought him rapidly to full attention. It was maddening. Had he the ability, he would have dropped a paw to his crotch, he would have begged, he'd even hump the floor. Just something, anything to end this terrible chastity and get him off.

He was torn from his internal monologue by sudden jolt of electricity through the length of his engorged shaft. The shock of it made the fox's entire body tense tight, his tails to entwine right to the tips and, by reflex, forced his head down hard to meet with the jolteons next needy thrust. Rick's swollen knot popped past his smoothed flat, rubber-coated teeth and settled into the space behind his lips. In the same moment the latex constricted around that solid shaft from base to tip and formed the perfect mold around it.

Rick could do little more than cry out sharply as the sensitive bulb was engulfed in that glorious heat and instinct took over. The jolteon's other paw shot forward and clutched tightly around the back of the fox's head, while the other dug into the top, with claws sunk harmlessly into the material. A sharp bark leapt from his throat as his hips took over with their mating duty. He leaned over his subordinate toy and humped furiously, and all the while that talented rubber maw milked at his knot and shaft in an effort to coax his fluids free. The mon was unable to hold out for long under the onslaught of such sensation. His knot ballooned to its fullest behind Klo's jaw, and moments later his breath caught in his throat. He could do little more than let loose a choked, guttural groan as his fuzzy balls drew up, his prostate spasmed, and expelled his musky seed into Klonoa's muzzle. Jet after heavy jet of thick cream shot right to the back of the cavity within the cock-shaped gag, and every thick blast was accompanied by another grunt from above and a heavy hump against the cute fox's face. His thick sheath pressed heavily against the fox's nose and inundated his every labored breath with a heady scent.

The suit collected every last drop of cum and ushered it over the fox's hidden tongue in an explosion of intensely male flavor. Blocked off from the taste of anything but rubber for so long, the sudden change was overwhelming to the senses. The fluids filled up what little room was left in his maw, so he made the only choice possible; he swallowed it all down in heavy gulps. All the while the suit teased turgid member, pulsed sharply against his prostate, shocking the gland now and again with tiny jolts. He squeezed his eyes closed tightly and lost himself in the sensation as his shaft and hips flexed again and again, to somehow gain purchase on something, to somehow touch something, anything at all... but there was not a thing that would do the trick; he was blocked off from all feeling but what the suit provided, always just a fraction too little. Klo was stuck in a perpetual state of torturous bliss for over a minute before his friend, now owner, came down from his orgasmic high and noticed his predicament.

"Aww, that is too cute," he panted and murred a moment. The mon was still a bit out of breath from his orgasm, and the suit continued its milking action over his shaft, but not nearly as intensely, just enough to squeeze the last of the seed from him.

On a whim he drew a foot off the floor and dragged the tops of his toes up along the underside of Klo's shaft. Even though there was nearly an inch of rubber between them, that delicate touch translated through as a focused vibration against his hidden flesh. With renewed vigor the vulpine struggled against the hold of the suit around his arms, to pull them down from his friend's lap. He HAD to paw, disobedience be damned, he just could not take this any more, the fox simply had to cum.

Sadly It was not to be, the suit held firm no matter how hard he tried, and rewarded his action with a rhythmic squeeze to his knot, and a false tonguing to his tailhole.

Rick flipped his toes up and settled their soft pads around either side of his toy's purple pride then pressed it against the matching belly behind. He felt the little pulse which was the result of Klo's blind, fully restricted thrust and savored the sensation against his pawpad as he grinned down at the fox.

"Mmmm. I have to get pics of this." He rumbled a moment and grinned wide as he framed that large shaft in his toes, "damn that's sexy."

'No no no ... not like this ... I can't have people see me like this ...' the fox thought to himself. Trapped as he was, the fox only could watch his friend stretched back a bit and fished into his pants pocket for his phone. Rick was well versed in the ways of high technology, and was quite happy with the quality of the built in camera. He slipped a finger up against his toy's lips, just by the shaft behind his tie and took his first couple pictures as he drew his hips back. The rubber that coated the vulpine's lips distended and stretched around his knot, then, with a wet squelch and a grunt from its owner, it popped free. He took more shots as he went along, of his swollen bulb settled against those cute lips, of his shaft-tip just set upon his pet's lower lip, then another as he pulled off. His cock came away remarkably clean, as though licked of all trace of his release.

"Self cleaning and everything. Nice!" The jolteon clapped his paws together and smiled wide. "Just what else can you do a?" He thought aloud ht to himself as he stared down at Klo, his foot still settled against his trapped friend's shaft. He settled the weight of his leg against the kneeling figure, and pushed him back until the fox was seated upon his calves. Rick leaned forward and supported himself against that latex shaft. His shift compressed the rubber tighter around the vulpine's member and pushed another sharp squeak from his nose.

"A few nice close-ups of that..." The mon clenched his toes tight around Klonoa's shaft and snapped a trio of pictures as he flexed them one way then the next. All the while the fox only could clench his eyes shut and shiver. The extra pressure sent him beyond any sort of reason or logic. He did not hear his friend's words, or think of what was happening around him, his only thought was of release. Sweet sweet release. He needed it so badly. He'd do anything for it. He strained against his bonds fruitlessly, and whimpered silently.

Rock straighted up once again and tapped a couple buttons on the phone, and just a moment later his computer chirped to confirm a wireless sync had begun. He smirked and tossed the phone onto the bed, then looked back at his toy as he adjusted his slowly softening shaft.

ACQUIRING

SIGNAL ...

CONNECTED

"Let's see what other features you have..." Klo's hidden eyes went wide at those words. His friend was quite well in a power trip. For him, this was too much fun. He'd long wanted some sort of slave pet to play around with, and this was perfect! It acted quite lifelike, though didn't seem to move much unless instructed. "I wonder..." He looked back to the door of the room with the thought that there might be instructions or something similar in the box. Just as he got to his feet and took a step, his computer made a beep that he recognized, that of a new device connecting. Rick stopped in his tracks and looked back at the screen where he spotted a small window with a progress bar that was already nearly complete.

"The hell?" He rushed over and plopped in his chair just as the mystery dialog vanished, and then moments later was replaced by two windows, one atop the other. The first popup was a sort of simple interface of a few dozen buttons, each labeled in some sort of language he had never seen before. Some were paired with arrows that pointed up and down, and others were grouped together in clusters to show they were related. In the upper right corner the RHI logo was displayed in full color, and complemented the simple GUI. He figured after a few moments that the suit must have connected to his computer somehow, though he wasn't sure how it could have done it without his input.

He attempted to select some of the writing, to maybe search for it on the web, but none could be copied in such a way, so he instead switched to the other window in hope it would shed light on the situation. It was a just a text document labeled thankyou.txt. The jolteon skimmed over it rather quickly for anything relevant.

"Let's see. 'Dear Mister and Mister Kereg thank you for your support... please enjoy this toy... ya da-da... many features including voice command, easy cleanup... Cinderella recall?'" He shrugged that off, "I know that... and that... come on, get to the useful stuff! Ah ha, 'user interface has been translated into your native tongue for ease of use ...'" He huffed and slumped as he reached the end of the document signed 'Dr. Mertezi.'

"Native tongue, eh? Wonder where it's from?" He looked back to the control window and thought for a bit, 'Well, if I suppose if I can't translate it,' he switched from thought to speaking aloud, "there IS another way I could find out what these buttons do." That mischievous grin spread on his face once again as he peeked back over his shoulder at his fox toy across the room.

In the three minutes Rick had been investigating the goings on at the computer, the suit had given him a small reprieve. Though he was still hard as a rock, the pulses against his prostate and the vibration against his shaft had abated. He was still stuck in position with his arms raised, which gave him the look of a begging dog. At that point though, he did not care abut that. He just wanted this to end. He wanted out of this suit. He wanted free. Almost more than any of that, he really wanted to cum. His balls ached, his shaft throbbed, and even with the little break, he knew by then that it was not to last. So as his friend spoke those dreaded words his attention shifted from himself to what his friend said.

'Buttons? What buttons?' He thought in a bit of a panic, eyes wide. He tried to look to his right, to see what the jolteon spoke of, but the edges of the latex lenses acted effectively as blinders to his vision, and made sure that all he could see was the bed dead ahead.

"Alright, how about this one, as good a place as any to start" Rick clicked the first button on the upper left.

COME

HITHER

ACTIVATED

Klo squeaked as the suit took control of his movements and made him get to his feet. His friend looked on with a smile as his toy moved over to his side with a springy stride. Each step made his endowment bounce up and down, which squeezed around his base over and over every time it thrust upward once again. He was made to stand facing Rick, just a step away. His arms were set at his sides, and his length hung straight out in front of him at about chest level to the mon.

"Okay, I'll call that one 'come here,' how about..." he circled the mouse around, then chose another at random, one with an up arrow and more of the unreadable alphabet. As soon as he clicked it, the fox let out a surprised squeak. A ripple had been activated by that trigger. It moved from behind his balls, over the confined sac, then out over his sheath and foxhood, right to the tip. Each pulse was gentle, and spaced about a second apart. Unfortunately for him, it did not have any outward appearance.

So Rick clicked it another half dozen times.

The fox let out a sharp squeal as the sensation ramped up dramatically, now like a constant milking over his balls and shaft. A shiver went out through his body as he began to pant. It was too much, just too much. His eyes began to water and his once relaxed tails coiled about one another tightly again. Had he been allowed, he would cum long ago, but somehow this damned suit knew exactly how far it could go without pushing him over the brink. Had the latex not been there, he would have collapsed to the ground, his knees shaky and weak.

With so much activity, Rick now noticed the ripples that moved up the large purple shaft in front of him. He leaned in close and hefted it with a paw, then let out a long rumble at the feeling of waves over his fingers as naughty thoughts ran through his mind at the possibilities. He let it drop roughly as his excitement grew, and once again turned to the interface at his fingertips. He decided to try another up-arrowed button, but this time just clicked it many times in rapid succession. though there was no outward appearance of change, klonoa was immediately well aware of what that one did.

A thrumming undulation worked its way back and forth over his prostate, akin to a single finger just stroking over the abused little gland, and with every press of that blasted button it got a bit faster, until it was practically a flutter. He did not have the focus to even make a noise anymore, it was all he could do to just breath through his nose as he grew increasingly lightheaded. A tingle spread out through his body, the sensation of impending orgasm, one he was already certain would not come.

"Hmm?" Rick looked over the toy a few moments longer, then shrugged when he didn't spot anything obvious. "Oh well," There was always all the other buttons. In the lower right there was a cluster set apart from the rest that looked rather interesting. Each was labeled with pairs of words, and in every one, the first one was the same. "How about... this one."

This time the function made itself apparent rather quickly. The shaft that hung before him rippled and the surface liquefied. He watched in utter fascination as the material reconfigured itself rapidly. The tip tapered and extended by several inches and blunted itself, the fat knot compressed to little more than half its size, and the excess flowed in either direction. On one side the fox's sheath was sealed away and smoothed off, on the other the rubber sculpted into a smooth tapering cylinder. When it was complete his toy's member had turned into what looked to him like a cross of a dolphin's anatomy and a smooth tentacle. As it completed its transformation he gave the end a squeeze, and was pleased to find it retained its same semi-solid feel, though as he let it go the prehensile upper third coiled after his fingers.

"So, I suppose that group is cock shape, going to have to play with the others in there later," he thought aloud, then looked at the dozens of buttons that were left. So many to choose from, but what one next?

It was then a lone button caught his eye, set apart from the rest. Its font was in bold, and there was something written in parenthesis just under it. Being ever curious, he clicked it. The computer beeped a warning, then a dialog popped up with an exclamation in a yellow triangle, a paragraph of text, and two buttons, OK and cancel. Since he couldn't read any of it, he just clicked through it, as he had done with so many windows in the past. It wasn't as though anything bad could happen.

The sudden lurch snapped Klo from his daze as his body lunged forward. The fox's arms planted against the back of the computer chair just by his friend's shoulders, and the bulk of his weight slammed against their chest. Rick's seat rocked back with a loud creak, hit its limit, then just toppled over backwards as the legs flipped out from under him. It was all the jolteon could do to just let out a startled cry as the momentum carried them both out of the toppled thing, rolled the pair, and landed with Rick on his side, the vulpine on top of him. The whole action took only a second, and left the pair dazed.

"Ow, what the hell? Get off!" He yelled after a stunned moment, then turned to get his legs under him and struggled out from under the formerly docile toy tod.

The suit would have none of that, it had a job to do.

Klo was ripped from his euphoric stupor by the sudden motion and impact, it took him a few seconds to even realize he was no longer standing, and longer still to tell there was new words in front of him. He blinked away the water in his eyes and struggled to focus past the constant milking, vibrating, and forced lust that flooded his system.

REPLICATION

PROGRAM

ACTIVATED

Confusion was the only thing that registered in his tattered mind. Any sort of complex thought had been rendered impossible for the moment. He looked on as Rick planted his feet and dug his claws into the carpet, then shot forward a step in an attempt at escape. Unfortunately for him, the suit already had a hold on its new host. Thick cords of purple latex stretched from Klo's chest and arms to jolteon's fur in a half dozen places.

The mon was stunned for a moment as he spotted the streamers, then regained his nerve and swatted at them all in one pass, but this only served to attach them all to his forearm. Then, just a moment later, the fox pounced on top of him, arms wrapped around his chest. With pinpoint precision that newly changed shaft found its mark, the first several inches liquefied, and then began to just pour through the mon's tight pucker in a small torrent of latex. He let out a sharp cry at the sudden intrusion, not from pain, but surprise at the feel of cool latex in such a sensitive spot. As more rushed inside it guided the rest of the prehensile shaft in place, then finally sunk the trapped member of his foxy friend into his cavity.

The intrusion happened in no more than half a minute, and Rick was rather thankful for the smooth taper of the member that took him. Thanks to its liquid nature, there simply was no friction against his flesh, just a cool, full sensation that made him moan gently.

YOU

WILL

HUMP

He did not even have to be told, at this point he did not even read the words, he just knew what to do out of lust and instinct. The suit hutched his hips forward twice, and his body took over from there. The fox tensed up and threw his hips into it as he began to hump frantically. At first the latex around his shaft was like a firm gel, but once he hilted, crotch to ass, it liquefied slowly and allowed him even more freedom of movement. The melting spread from around his shaft to more and more of his body, to everywhere that it made contact with the jolteon below.

Rick struggled for just a few more seconds, but when he felt that rapid-fire jabbing against his prostate, and the wonderful feeling of being filled he calmed and slumped forward, his weight supported on his elbows. Words eluded him as the extra rubber wormed its way deeper into his core, his rear filled to capacity in short order. He savored the sensation of arms wrapped tight around his hips, and soon pushed himself back to meet the fox's desperate mating. His eyes closed, the jolteon in bliss.

Later he would wish he had paid better attention, that he had not allowed himself to just sit and take it.

Those streamers of rubber on his arm had sunk in place deep in his fur, and went to work converting it to more usable material. At first only purple was visible, but as it spread, small swirls of yellow appeared in the latex, and soon it took on the pigmentation of the joleon's fur; It was not long before his entire forearm had been enveloped. In the same seconds the substance liquefied entirely where Klo's thrust's impacted Rick's ass. Each and every movement filled the room with a wet, squelching noise, which only added to the eroticism of the moment in the mon's mind.

Claws clutched at carpet as the jolteon was driven ever closer to orgasm for the second time in less than half an hour. He brought his coated arm back to grab at his shaft, eager to paw, but Klonoa's suit grabbed his limb lightning-quick, and pinned it against his chest. The latex bonded into the plush fur, and sunk in. He tried to move his arm, but the rubber's hold was too strong, the toy's grip too tight, his limb held in check. He let out a yowl of frustration as his shaft pushed completely from his sheath and bounced about freely with every shared buck of their hips, drips of pre flung everywhere by the wild movement.

He might have noticed the latex had melded around his hips and sides, and crept ever-so-slowly to the center of his belly. He might have noticed the trails of purple-turned-yellow that ran down to the tips of his fingers on his right arm. He might have noticed the cool feeling of rubber directly against his skin. He might have, had he been paying attention.

"Fffffnggrrrraaa..." His vocalization just trailed off to a long growl as his ears laid back against his head and his muzzle drooped open wide. That was it, he had to paw. He shifted and rest the top of his head against the floor and opened his eyes to see the scene of the sexy fox topping him, but what he witnessed was anything but what he expected. It took a few seconds for his endorphin-soaked brain to process, but his stomach was layered with shiny rubber. He looked at himself longer and saw it was the same for his inner thighs, and his trapped arm, with rubber dripping and falling every which way. Upon better inspection his encased forelimb had molded into the rest of the yellow latex, and atop that the toy's purple mixed in swirling patterns with the coating on himself. Most alarming of all, it was still spreading.

It was then he panicked.

Adrenaline flooded his system, and his heart-rate shot up as his fight or flight instinct kicked into high gear. His immediate reaction was to dig his claws into the carpet, and push himself forward, but it did him little good. The purple mass had too tight a grasp on his body, and just came along for the ride. In his rush he grabbed at one of the arms around his side and dig his fingers into it. They sunk through the layer of rubber, down to the fox's skin. He tried with all his might to pry it off, but it was akin to pulling a boot out of thick mud; there was a tiny bit of give, but hardly any motion what-so-ever.

With an irritated groan he pulled his paw away with considerable effort, only to cry out in frustration to find the face of his paw had been covered with a thick mass of purple. Hundreds of tiny strands of rubber stretched from it to the point he grasped, and went taut just a foot away.

'Gotta get help,' his mind raced at a mile a minute as he weighed his options, though clear thought was nearly impossible with the persistent pounding at his ass. "The phone!" The jolteon threw his weight into another attempt at freedom. With all his might he pulled himself toward the bed, even as the latex flowed down to his knees, over his chest, and encased the rest of his paw. Swirls of yellow infused and overtook purple as the material shifted in hue and took on the pigmentation of his fur ever faster.

Movement became harder and harder the more his body was covered, and the sensation that rocked his form was undeniably strong, but still he tried with all his might. He neared the bed with substantial effort, but it was in that moment that the rubber made it to the lip of his sheath and flowed inside. The sudden, intense cold shocked him for a long moment and sent a sharp moan from his throat. It worked quickly as a sudden influx of material filled the free space within then continued on and enveloped his shaft in a smooth, rolling wave from the base of his knot, right to the tip. His limited stability wavered, then he fell, his chest on the floor. And still Klonoa kept humping.

The suit had kept the fox on edge through the entire process, the orgasm practically at the tip of his tongue, so close he cloud taste it. His entire body was alight in the sensation. Everything the stuff had done to him before paled in comparison to this moment. He clutched tighter, thrust harder, tried everything he could, desperate for that

last...

little...

bit...

but still, it held him off. Somehow the rubber moved with his motions in just the right way to prevent him the extra stimulation he needed. That, coupled with the tight ring claspt behind his knot sent him to infuriating new heights.

Upon impact with the floor Rick's body tensed up tighter than ever, his shaft had been compressed between his rubber-coated belly, and the plush carpet. An influx of latex enveloped his cock, then his new suit squeezed it tight and began the same intense milking that his friend had endured for so long. The surprise of it make him cry out and shiver, moan and squeeze as tightly as he could around the plug and cock in his ass, but still he made one last desperate bid at escape.

His partly free, but entirely coated arm grabbed the quilt on his bed and gave it a sharp yank. The phone he had dropped on it bounced to the ground beside his head, and he made a desperate grab at it, but as he did so another rush of latex flowed down his limb, right to his paw. A web formed between his fingers, then his only lifeline slipped from his grasp like wet soap. He tried to grab at it again, but the suit contracted and pulled his paw into a loose fist, then encased it in a thick layer. The only area still free was his head, so he did the last reasonable thing he could think of.

"HELP!" He cried out as loud as he could, "help! Somebody... ULP!" His calls were cut short as a thick rod of rubber shot out Klonoa's shoulder, coiled around, and plunged into his mouth. An intense flavor of rubber assaulted his tastebuds. The jolteon pulled his head away, shook it violently, bit down, tried everything he could, but it would not be dislodged. Even as he fought it, more and more flowed in, until his maw was filled to its limit. As yellow and purple crept up his neck, even more poured out from between his lips, and made its way down his muzzle and over his face. And still Klonoa kept humping.

So close.... so close... just... a... little... more.

Tears welled in Ricks eyes as the reality of it all sunk in, there was no way to get out of this, no way to get free, but that did nothing to quell his panicked struggles. His breath was quick and hard through his nose, and he grew increasingly lightheaded. Even against his wishes, he felt himself approaching orgasm. The constant pound against his prostate, the intense fullness in his rear, the ripples that flowed over his shaft over and over. his body began to tingle as he grew closer and closer.

The latex drew in his arm and bound it against his side as it contracted and used the pair in unison to heft the mon's hips up, back onto his knees, which just served to make the pounding he received all the more intense. Strangled squeals and cries filled the air from the both of them as the suits brought them both right to the brink, then dangled them just at its precipice, letting them only see over the edge, but never to release.

And still Klonoa kept humping.

~~~

'Mmmmm, right there.' Rick thought to himself. The pair were still unconscious after what had happened. All the stimulation had overwhelmed them after a few relentless hours. The jolteon's senses had not yet returned to him entirely, which was a temporary blessing.

'Just like that.' Rick tried to flex his hips once, then again, but got nowhere, he was well locked in place by his new rubber suit. As he returned to the world of the waking, and the feeling in his body came back, he noticed the awkward position he was in. He was still on his knees, his ass in the air. His body was arched down to the ground, with his chin on the carpet, arms still stuck to his side and chest.

As his wits returned, so did his memory of what had happened just hours ago, and he let out a strangled groan when he found it had all not just been a dream. On his back he felt a good amount of weight that shifted about now and again just slightly, along with a fairly sizable dildo lodged in his ass. He moved his jaw to speak aloud, but found it well bound and coated as well, another false shaft buried in his maw.

Klonoa, his former toy, was still buried to the hilt inside him. The fox twitched now and again, but was still fast asleep. Over two days of the suit's treatment had left him acclimatized to its constant attentions, so managed a few more minutes of blissful skumber.

Rick opened his eyes to a world of purple and yellow. The only light he saw was the usual that shon from the LEDs on his computer, and from the street lamp outside his window. His eyed darted about as a little fear set in, but the feeling of fellatio was terribly distracting in that regard.

The jolteon attempted to sit up, to move his arms, to even wiggle about, but it was no good. He could scarcely budge an inch in any direction. Panicked again, he let out a strained cry and tried all the harder, but it got him nowhere.

All the activity eventually awoke the fox on top of him. The vulpine let out a little whimper of frustration to find himself still in this suit, then again to see his friend stuck in the same boat as he was. The jolteon's struggling caused him to flex and squeeze around Klo's shaft over and over; while it felt good, it really was the last thing he wanted at that point. Even after all the humping, all the effort, the hours of thrusting, he had still been disappointed in the end. The suit took him to the brink of bliss then cut him off, over and over, until he simply passed out from exhaustion. It did not occur to him, but strangely enough, he was not sore, even with all the strain he had been put through.

YOU WILL

GET UP

The words came as little surprise to Klonoa, who just went half limp in preparation for the suits puppeting. Rick was not the same in that respect. He saw the block letters across his vision, and was just struck by confusion, anger, and then panic as he felt himself being moved by an unseen source.

The sensation of peeling tickled his arms as they drew away from his chest and settled his paws on the floor. At first he was stunned and just went along with it, but as they planted there, and the weight atop him moved away, his struggles resumed full-force. He strained as much as he could against the action of the rubber, but the most he could do was just slow it down, even with all his strength.

DO NOT

RESIST

The command only renewed his vigor, and made him try all the harder.

His friend peered down at him past the identical words. He saw the strain Rick was putting in, and felt sorry for a moment. 'Don't struggle,' he wanted to say aloud, 'please, just don't struggle, you'll regret it.' The fox let out a little squeak as his hips were drawn one way, the mon's the other. His knot was pulled to its limit, then slipped free with a soft pop. All at once his shaft slipped out and bounced in front of him, as wolf sized as ever due to the thick coating of rubber.

DISOBEDIENCE

DISCIPLINE

The warning meant little to Rick. Freedom was his goal, no matter the cost. He tried with all his might to struggle against the suit's action, but it did not a thing for him. The same message popped up over the fox's eyes. They went wide in surprise, and questions raced through his mind. What had he done wrong? How had he resisted? His string of queries were cut off as a solid, familiar thrumming against his prostate increased, and the swirl of liquid rubber picked up over his knot and shaft rapidly.

A startled squeak leapt from the jolteon as identical feelings swept into his body, feelings that he was not in the least bit prepared for. All his struggles ceased as his focus was torn away to this sudden intense milking at his shaft. His hips twitched again and again as they attempted to buck toward the source of this stimulation, but they were held fast as ever.

In unison the pair were pulled up onto their knees, then to their feet, the fox behind the jolteon. Once standing, Klo spotted a thick tether that stretched from below his chin, to the same spot on his partner-in-rubber. There was little time to dwell on that fact before they were pulled about face, and then marched in lockstep toward the livingroom.

Rick really was unsure of how any of this was possible, or even what was going on while he was walked out of the room. All his focus was locked on the incredible, overpowering feeling between his legs. The continuous attention to his length and ass were pulling him to ever greater heights, but every time he felt like he was drawing close, the latex eased back just enough to hold him at that point. After a little while it brought him a tiny bit higher, just never quite enough.

CINDERELLA

RECALL

ACTIVATED

Klo spotted the digital clock on the wall by the front door as they moved toward it. It read 11:07, the middle of the night. He really had no idea what that newest message meant, but as his paw moved to the doorknob he knew it could not be good. Ambivalence smacked him full in the face. On one hand he did not want to go against the suits orders, he knew just how far it would push him. On the other, he did not want to be seen out in the world in his state. It was one thing to be in such a helpless state inside the relative safety of his best friend's house, but quite another altogether walking around in the neighborhood. His hesitance mattered not to the suit in any case. It just pulled the door open, and proceeded right down to the sidewalk.

Thankfully, with it so late at night, the suburb was devoid of people. It was a weeknight, and most everyone around had something or another to do in the morning, or were just inside with their curtains drawn, the glow of their TV barely visible from within. Not until they got five doors down did Rick even realize he'd been walking, and a bit longer to tell just where they were. His eyes went wide in surprise. He renewed his struggles and strained against the impossible hold, but only earned the pair another bout of the suit's unique brand of punishment that lasted the next block and a half, right up until they walked up a gravely driveway.

CONNECTING

MESSAGE

SENT

The pair walked just a few blocks away from Rick's home, but with all the distraction, neither could tell quite where they were. Shoulder to shoulder they stood at a simple mahogany set of double doors on a small front porch. Clearly they were at someone's house, but why? They stayed there set in place like a pair of rubber statues, unsure of anything for several minutes before a series of clicks, the sound of tumblers opening, got their attention. The heavy door opened and a tall, young dragon peered out at the pair, an eyeridge quirked for a few seconds.

"Sweet! It's here!" Even though the latexed pair only came up to the boy's shoulder, it was clear he was still in his mid teens. The copper dragon's scales had yet to develop their tell tale metallic sheen that defined his race, and his body still had a youthful, light build, as though he spent more time in the library, or in front of the computer than anything. His facial features were soft, and his voice was missing the strong rumble of all his elders.

"I got worried when RHI said it got delivered earlier. Was here all day and..." He paused and stopped himself when he got a good look at the two on his doorstep. Tethered together at the neck, coated in rubber, nude, stiff as a board, and cocks as hard as a rock. He looked past them for a moment out at the neighborhood beyond, then threw the door open. "Get inside."

Without a moment's hesitation Rick and Klo slipped in through the entryway and shuffled into the front hall; little squeaks echoed through the room from their rubber coated feet. The dragon tossed the door shut behind them, then turned to get a good and proper look.

Klonoa had kept most of his purple coloration, but now had patches and swirls of yellow everywhere he touched Rick since the replication. The jolteon was in a similar way. Most of his front, his legs, his arms, his coated tail; all yellow, but his face, his crotch and hips, his ass and his shaft all had the same coloration as his partner. Everywhere the two colors met little eddies shifted in ever changing swirls, like tiny storms on some distant world. The latex followed the general shape of the jolteon's fur, with spikes of rubber pointed every which way, but unlike Klo, his fan of a tail had been overtaken as well.

"Good thing that old rabbit followed Dek's advice and put in a recall, just in case it got lost," he chuckled, "or some little thieves came along and took it." The dragon leaned in close to Klo, nearly nose to nose with the fox, "and now, not only do I get the toy, but someone to play with as well." His grin grew wide and threatening, "This is going to be fun." He took an about face and walked deeper into the house, his foot talons tapping on the polished wood floor. They got view of what little the boy had on, just a pair of loose tie-dye lounge pants, held in check by a simple bow knot of thick string over his thick, ridge-topped tail.

"Follow!" A little laugh built in his chest as he ordered the pair as though he were talking to the family dog, and lead them through the building. The home was well furnished with leather furniture, shelves of books, works of art, all manner of luxuries, they were quite well off. There was little time to dwell on any of it as they passed, both were too worried about their fate.

Panicked thoughts raced through Rick's mind, thoughts of how this happened, why he got stuck in this mess. Questions of why this kid thought he was a thief. He stole nothing, Klonoa was delivered right to his doorstep! HE must have done something.

In the meantime, the fox just felt ashamed. He dragged his friend into this mess, even if it was entirely unintentional. He just could only hope they got out in one piece, and soon. He was blue-balled from all the buildup.

"Hoy! Dema!" A deeper, rumbling voice called from inside as the young copper pushed the door at the end of the hall open, but stopped the pair before they were close enough to see anything within. The person in the next room continued talking, but in a language full of gravely rumbles, solid constants, and other tones that identified it as draconic, a tongue neither fox nor jolteon spoke. After a short exchange, the young dragon took hold of the tether that led between their necks, and dragged them through the entry. What awaited them chilled the two friends right to the core.

The room inside looked like something out of a catalog for the kinky. It was about eight meters square with polished wooden floors and midnight blue painted walls. The door opened in the right corner, which gave a view of everything. Along the left a long semi-circle, black leather couch stretched from one side of the room to the other, with floodlamps on white poles pointed at the ceiling behind either end. It was arranged to allow a perfect view of the activity that would clearly happen at the center of the room. Right in the middle of the parlor stood a pair of bondage racks. One was a complicated set of loops, rods, hinges, and padded boards that looked set up to have someone spreadeagle in a standing position, but could be changed on the fly to hold the captive however they were needed. The other was just a rather ornate looking sawhorse, a simple thin log of padding and leather, eyebolts arranged here and there along the sides, and the base. Both were made to fit someone quite a bit taller than either of the rubbered pair, but seemed able to be adjusted accommodate a smaller frame.

Upon the couch were a pair of copper dragons. Their resemblance to the one that greeted them was uncanny, so close that they were clearly family. They were sprawled out in either direction, their heads next to one another, a book in the hands of one, a laptop settled on the lap of the other. Even laid out as they were, they were clearly head and shoulders taller than the one that had them held in check. The two were twins, identical in fact, perhaps about ten years older than their sibling at the door. The luster of copper had long since made its way into their scales and as they moved their entirely nude forms, the light of the room flowed along their bodies in shimmering waves.

Rick recognized the pair, he'd seen them around the area now and again. They were the rich, eccentric loners of the neighborhood. Every now and then he spotted them out on a jog, side by side, stride for stride, clad in nothing but a thin, tight-fitting pair of green lycra shorts, the bare minimum of decency standards imposed by the city. They'd moved in and bought up a huge parcel of land a little ways away, but with the large wall that was around the property, nobody knew what they'd done with the place since.

Klonoa's attention was elsewhere; he was focused on the wall to the right. An assortment of paddles and collars, floggers and cuffs, spreader bars, leashes, and all manner of related gear hung on hooks, evnenly spaced and illuminated from above like they were works of art. They were spread from one side of the room to the other. There were easily fifty or so pieces, all well cared for, but clearly well used.

A black curtain dominated the back wall, a window hidden behind, with a series of glass cases tucked under it. Contained within was a plethora of sex toys, set up as though on display, enough to open their own sex shop in they so desired. Every single one was unique, each a different species, a different size, or had a different function; vibrators and wigglers, inflators and prostate stimulators, beads, glass rods, metal, and of course countless toys made of solid rubber. Even though he had he been stuck in his suit for the last couple days, Klonoa drooled at the sight.

Meanwhile Rick tried desperately to somehow speak, to possibly get some sort of coherent sound out of his muzzle, to tell these people he was innocent; with his tongue pinned by the knot of a canine cock-gag that was simply not going to happen. Every noise he managed was just a whimper or a squeak through his nose.

Dema finished his draconic conversation and explanation to his elder brothers. He told them of the various little features and qualities about the suits. Subtle grins spread on both their faces as they conversed, and soon they sat up and took real notice, body language shifted to show just how curious they had become. The jolteon shivered as one of the brothers looked him right in the eye with a predatory stare.

The young dragon then turned back to the fox and jolteon with a smile. "These are my elder hatchmates, Tegara, and Degar. From now on, you will do as they say. Neither speak English terribly much. 'A messy language' as they say, but I'm certain that won't be a problem. Come." As he spoke he grabbed the lead that stretched between the two, and pulled them along into the center of the room.

In the same moments the twins rose from their reclined positions to their full height. It was by design that the roof was so high in the room, because the pair were half again as tall as Klonoa. The rubbered two were made to stand as though on display as the dragons walked over and inspected them from all sides in a slow circle, their eyes narrowed as they picked out little details here and there. Now and then they would make a query, always in their native tongue, and Dema would be quick to answer.

Their younger brother stood by idly in respect, his hands folded over his crotch. There was a clear tent in the material of his loose pants, and his fingers stroked down over the source; the pleasure of that little touch put a subtle grin on the teen's face, a grin that only grew when he made eye contact with Rick.

After a short discussion between the twins, the tether attached to Rick and Klonoa was severed at the center. Tegara took hold of the loose lead and pulled the fox over to the large horse, while Degar gave a tug to the jolteon's short leash, looked him squarely in the eye, then pointed at the wall of gear and gave him a deep, rumbling command, his voice strong enough to vibrate the air in his chest.

"GATHER"

The simple translation popped up in Rick's vision, quotations and all. He expected the suit to take control of his movements, but after a few seconds just standing, the dragon gave him a solid push at the square of his back. The strength of the nudge sent him stumbling a few steps, but he managed to keep his footing. He took a moment to bring his paws up and look at them, amazed both by the fact that he could move on his own again, and just what was happening to him. A sudden, intense buzz against the base of his knot, a vibration so strong he felt it half way down his thigh, ripped him from his revelry.

DISOBEDIENCE

DISCIPLINE

Both Rick and Klonoa let out a startled cry in the same moment, the punishment was the same for either of them. If one acted out, both would get the consequences.

Had the suit not locked his legs, the mon would have fallen to his knees from the brutal force. As the words faded, his head was made to sweep over the wall in front of him. The suit made distinct squares around several pieces hung on the wall, a simple augmented reality indicator for what he was to collect. In turn he collected a pair of black leather cuffs and anklets, a pink latex collar, two solid metal spreader bars, a pair of tail clamps; a device that looked like the head of a wolf that could be pinched at the back to open the jaw as though a hair accessory, which would snap tight around the end of a tail, and a heavy oak paddle, holes drilled evenly over its dark-stained surface.

By the time he had gathered his supplies and turned around to return, Klonoa had already been bent double over the top bar of the now adjusted sawhorse. His ass was high in the air, and his stomach rest on the padded surface. He had to stand up on his toes due to theawkward position, and his muzzle was nearly to the floor. Tegara had made himself busy by fondling the fox's sheath and encased member until the oversized shaft hung hard and heavy down between his legs.

Rick walked to Klo's side reluctantly, gear in hand, and chewed at the cock-gag in his maw nervously. It was rather apparent what the dragons had planned, and while he quite loved the idea of spanking his sexy foxy friend, he'd rather be the one in control of it all. The man before him gave another command to him that the suit translated as "go equip fox," which just confirmed his suspicions. He looked down at the vulpine and tried to show sympathy for what he was about to do, but the rubber around his face muted nearly any expression that wasn't neutral.

One after the other he clasped the manacles and spreader bars in place, then connected the rods to one another at the center D-ring to ensure there would be no squirming around for the tod. Next he was made to secure the pink collar around his friend's neck. To his surprise, once he looped the clasp in place, the latex under it bonded to the accessory to ensure it really would not go anywhere. Finally he snapped each of the tail restrains over the ends of Klonoa's tails and snapped the back ends to a loop on his collar, which made certain he would not be able to put the furry lengths down until released.

Degar had snuck off for another piece of equipment while Rick was busy, this one a pair of small latex rings attached to each other by a thick membrane, a dozen large ball bearings hung from the lower loop a few inches. It was a device that was made to stimulate and trick the mind of a canine he was tied when it was hung straight down. The more he moved about, the more the bearings would bounce around against his shaft, and the more his knot would be tugged at from one side or the other.

The dragon knelt and slid the latest little toy up Klonoa's low-hung shaft, secured the tight loop behind his knot, then let it free. With a grin he batted the side gently with the back of his talons. The balls bounced and clattered about harmlessly, and as it moved it tugged the fox's length this way and that. The sensation made him squirm and pull his hips away, but that only made them move all the more. It took him a minute to calm enough to allow them to settle, but the constant pull behind his knot was hard to bare. Then, when a steady, heavy vibration built up right around his knot, he nearly lost it. The waves traveled down the length of his shaft, and made the balls buzz against the rubber in a way akin to getting tickled. That was enough to make him squirm yet again, and that was still only the beginning.

It seems the twins now expected a show out of Rick, more specifically a show of force in the form of a good spanking. Tegara sliped up behind the jolteon, his hot body pressed up against his back, and looked down over his form with a grin. He moved the mon into position beside Klo's rear and brought the paddled paw up to a position ready to strike with one talon, while the other slid down under his chin and against his chest, those sharp claws just scratched the surface and left momentary divots in the rubber.

"Now." The towering dragon gave him the command in plain English, and with his broad chest settled right against his back the sensation of his speech sent a tingle up his spine. The dragon's hand gave his arm a nudge, and he took it the rest of the way. Solid oak whistled through the air, then smacked square against the fox's rear. He hesitated a moment, but a deep growl from behind persuaded him otherwise.

As the jolteon raised the paddle again, the other twin circled around to the front of the sawhorse, tucked his large feet under Klonoa's nose, his thick toes settled gently against the rubber to make their subtle scent inescapable, then leaned forward to watch the action from above. With each sharp smack of wood against rubber his toes curled with the memory of having been in that same position; to watch for a change was most satisfying, and he could not help but grind his hips subtly against the square of the fox's back.

Klo whined and flinched with every heavy thud. Every impact made his whole body jump and flex, and made that maddening device around his shaft to bounce about and tug at his knot. To make it worse the vibration around the bulb just seemed to be getting worse as time elapsed. His prostate flexed desperately, pre eager to escape, but held in check by the latex. The wonderful aroma of the dragon's feet made things all the harder to stand, and with every quickening breath he was driven deeper and deeper into a tunnel of desperate need. He felt his pulse in his shaft, the pre welled up within it, that terrible tremor, he felt it all.

The tingle of climax built in his body, and grew stronger with every sharp thwack of the paddle against his ever more tender ass. His muted moans and subtle squeals grew louder and louder the closer he came. Then, with the next hit, his body could hold on no longer. The intense sensation flooded out into his body and echoed again and again as his prostate squeezed and compressed around the fluids trapped within. His shaft filled out, but the flow was halted halfway. He cried out in desperation and squirmed with all his might as his tails thumped back and forth, much to the dragons' amusements.

Rick felt the lump against his back, he knew just how much his audience enjoyed the show. He saw the shiver through his friends body, the twitching of his shaft, the telltale signs of orgasm, and he did not want to stop, but as he brought the paddle forward to add another to the tally the dragon behind him spoke. Instantly he was frozen in place, mid-swing. Klonoa was arched, pushed to stand nearly on the tips of his toes.

It was then the twins stepped away to admire their work. The rubbered pair were set into place, as though statues in a gallery. The dragons stood side by side, one a mirror of the other. By then both were noticeably excited, their slits swollen, just the deep red tips of their shafts exposed and glistening in the ambient light.

Their younger brother had watched the whole time, seated on the couch not far away. He had long since lost his pants, and had taken to teasing himself during the display. The scales of his belly were moist with his fluids, and his modest tapered shaft had long since come out to play. Like his elders, it was a modest handful, a thick swell at its center to give it a wavy look as it tapered to a thick tip.

Degar called over to him with a grin on his face, who was quick to be at his side. After a short conversation between the three, Dema spoke to the frozen pair. "We're heading off to bed, it is rather late. You two have a busy day tomorrow. Good night!" The trio laughed and made their way out of the room rather abruptly, with the pair left stuck in the awkward position for the rest of the night.

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Thump-thump thump-thump.

Rick ran as hard as he could, for he knew what was right on his tail. After a rude awakening that morning, a forced march with a hard-on, and a simple command he was off like a shot out into the back yard of the estate. He was allowed to move freely, the dragon had even opened up a vent in his cock-gag that allowed him an easier time breathing. He tried to plead his case, but only ended up gurgling, and the man ignored him.

So he ran.

Thudthud-thudthud. Thudthud-thudthud.

The steps grew closer and closer, there was no way he could outrun the beast. Even at full tilt the creature was only toying with him. Then finally, almost mercifully it was upon him. He tried to swat back at it, but the suit stopped him in his tracks. They tumbled to the ground, Rick on his belly in the grass, the large, feral tiger over him.

The feline was a black striped orange Bengal, twice his size, four times his weight; he had no chance to get away, to even struggle, so he played possum and hoped it might lose interest. Unfortunately for him, Degar had spritzed a small helping of pheromones onto his ass before he took off, and the tiger took great notice to that fact. Rick felt and heard the large cat's attentions to his rear. Its broad nose dug in against his cheeks, and he could do little more than paw at the grass with mittened hands.

A heavy paw settled between the shoulderblades and a growl reminded him who was in charge as the animal positioned itself over him. The tiger set his forepaws on either side of his new little mate and stepped forward with his hinds, his feet set in place just beside his exposed ass. His hips curled down as his barbed tip emerged, and from how quickly it managed the task, he could swear the animal had done this many many times. His aim was dead on. With just a single slow thrust that spiked shaft poked against, then pushed right through into his body.

Deep growls reverberated in the air as the tiger fell still. The only movement was the steady twitch of his hips. Each little movement buried a little more of himself into the jolteon, and every time he pulled away the barbs snagged at the rubber. His little mate had little other choice but raise his butt a little higher to give the animal a better position. His back arched awkwardly and he moaned aloud as the cat buried his spined tip deeper and deeper.

With the perfect angle, the tiger's subtle movements quickened, hilted in the little male. Sounds of pleasure filled the air, and as the tiger grew close he leaned in and teethed over Rick's neck and head, the beast's jaws wide enough to wrap around either side of his skull. The tiger simply could not last long in such a tight little hole, so with a final hard thrust, and a low growl caused Rick to freeze in place. He felt a quick set of hot, wet pulses into his ass, then it was all over. The big cat pulled out, then settled on top of him and licked at his ears. He was pinned in place, and not going anywhere until the cat was done with him.

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A little after Rick had been taken from the room, Tegara came in and found Klonoa still locked up in the same bent-over-double position as the night before. The dragon took a moment to admire the shine of the vulpine's smooth ass as he went to the wall for a leash.

Overnight the pink latex of the collar had molded into the rubber of the suit, now a permanent fixture. It would take quite a bit of effort to take it off, if one were so inclined. The man marveled a little at this as he clipped the leash to the same neck D-ring the vulpine's tails were clipped to, then released him from the pair of spreader bars.

He tugged gently at the leash, "up." The command was simple and direct, and Klonoa was quick to comply and get to his feet. He was long since well conditioned to the ins and outs of the suit, and did not want to see that terrible little equation, "disobedience = discipline," if he could avoid it. Due to his obedience, and the brothers' wishes, the latex had even gone so far as to ease up its stimulation significantly overnight. He felt no vibration, no constant pulse against his prostate, none of the torturous pleasure he had to endure near constantly over the days of what felt like an eternity by then.

As he was moved, he was reminded of the odd, weighted device that still hung from his swollen shaft. With every subtle shift it bounced about and tugged at his knot. Lucky for him, his owner had plans that did not involve metal dangling things, so it was all removed in short order, and he was left just hard and pent up. His heavy shaft hung out in front of him, and if other days were any indication, he would not be soft for quite a long time.

The orgasm that was spanked out of him last night did nothing to sate his sexual ache, if anything that just made it worse. The back-pressure had flooded into his balls, so they were more heavy and swollen than ever.

He was given no time to dwell on this fact, however. Tegara gave a firm tug at his leash, and issued a short command in draconic, then proceeded out of the room to the backyard. He gave no regard to how quick Klonoa was to comply, he just walked. The fox found that he was able to move under his own power for the first time in a fair while, and it was surprisingly liberating, despite the position he was in, raised tail and all.

A strange feeling in his rear distracted him as they made their way through the house. It felt as though most of the latex that had formed such a large plug inside him was slowly liquefying, and flowing out through his long-since loosened tail bud. By the time they exited into the sunlight, he was completely empty. He was so used to the presence of a large canid toy inside him that its absence left him feeling wanting.

The roar of a tiger caught their attention, and made the dragon chuckle. He glanced over his shoulder at the tod with a knowing grin on his face and led him onward in the opposite direction.

It was a short walk through well tended hills of grass and beds of wild flowers to a sizable private pond. The waters were mostly still, with just a small ripple to disrupt its mirror-like surface. A bed of river pebbles were spread around its edge, and as they stepped onto the rocks, they clicked and spread out underfoot. The scene was serene, even calming, so when the dragon beside him let out a deep bellow out toward the mere, Klo nearly jumped out of his skin.

Large ripples spread near the center, then again a few meters closer. It was hard to spot at first, but when the back of some blue, snake-like creature broke the surface of the water Klonoa took a step back, his eyes locked on what he saw. Every meter or so the blue form arched out again and again, but its head stayed submerged right up until it was just next to the shore. Then with a great splash it shot up out of the pond and sent a small shower down over the nudists on the stones.

Startled, Klonoa held a paw over his face defensively and shied from the spray, but when he drew it away he was stunned. The creature in question dwarfed him, it was at least a dozen feet long, with slender, round body wide enough that he would have trouble wrapping his arms around it if he were so inclined. It's face was soft and rounded, even friendly, with a single short white horn on its forehead. A pair of white winglike tufts of feathers grew from either side of its head, and tucked under its chin was a large blue sphere. From its head to the tip of its tail it was covered in small, glistening scales that the water sheeted from. There was a solid split in their coloration, the belly white as snow, its back a beautiful emerald. As Klo followed the length of its form he spotted another pair of blue orbs right near the tip of its thin, tapered tail, one behind the other. He had only ever seen this creature in a zoo he had visited as a child, and never as close as this.

A dragonair.

"Stay." Tegara tapped Klonoa's nose, then stepped over to the huge creature's side and spoke as he pet over its cheek and neck. The fox listened to that heavy toned, rumbling language, but gathered nothing for his efforts.

When the pair turned and looked at him at the same time he squirmed nervously and tried to step away, but found his feet would not move, the suit had locked him in place from the waist down.

Stones barely moved under the weight of the serpentine form as it slid over to Klonoa's side. Its movements were quick and graceful, and it was upon him in moments. Its long body looped around the fox scarcely a few inches away, and with it so close an odd sense of calm washed into him, and grew stronger the closer the dragon was. Klonoa knew it was not a feeling of his own, it was a sensation he had never experienced, but even so he could not shake its effects. The mon's large head slipped in close and let out a soft, near inaudible trill that sent tingles down the fox's spine, and with it subtle ache and tensions in his body melted away.

The dragonair looked back at Tegara, and got a wink in return. With another little shift, its coiled body swept Klonoa's legs out from under him, only to catch the fox upon its back before he hit the ground. In surprise he latched onto the blue scale, and enjoyed a short ride onto the soft grass not far away. There the dragon looped around him once again, now in direct contact with the rubber that bonded with his skin. He felt the subtle shifts of those light, but deceptively powerful muscles, and could not help but let out a gentle sigh and smile behind his mask. This was the most relaxed he had been in days.

He closed his eyes and drifted into a content bubble as that long form wrapped around his back and under his legs, his arms trapped against his sides all the while. It slid over his lap and drew a little squeak of pleasure as it ground itself over his hard, exposed shaft. With incredible dexterity it wound around him again and again, and each time found a new spot to press against. With the next pass its head tucked between the vulpine's knees and eased them apart, then looped its body just under his arm and paused there a moment with its attention focused between the fox's legs.

It pulled away, then looped behind the vulpine's back and tucked its head under the coil that held his legs apart, its muzzle just at his tailbase. It shifted the beaded end of its tail over and nudged Klo back into a reclining position atop its form and pinned him there gently. He felt its warm breath wash over his exposed rump through the latex and let out a quivering sigh. Then the creature's round, tapered tongue darted forth and plunged straight into his hole. He let out a surprised gasp, then moaned as that thick muscle pushed deep inside of him, until the dragon's lips were flush with his body. With his inner walls still coated with a layer of latex, there was nearly no friction at all, just the feeling of fulfillment from being stuffed once again.

Keratan, as the fox would later know the dragonair by, curled his broad head one way then the other as he lapped eagerly into the little body caught in his coils. His tongue was as long as the fox's forearm, and he put it to good use. With each stroke he painted his inner walls with more of his slick spittle, and every time it darted inside, it ground over a new area in search of all those oh-so-special spot.

As he worked, his serpentine body shifted about slowly, his blue-scaled back on the ground, white belly pressed against Klonoa from all sides, the small vulpine nearly hidden from view in the mass. Soon, Kera's tail dragged down the fox's chest and snuck past his aching, latex-coated member on its way between his legs. He hooked his powerful tongue upward, then with a quick, smooth motion his head pulled away, and on the way ground sharply against his prostate. His small form shuddered violently and his tails pulled hard at their bonds in an attempt to quiver about. The dragon waited just long enough for his new little friend to calm, before he lowered the thin, tapered tip of his tail down to that slick hole and teased around the tender flesh in a slow, lazy circle.

Klo was reminded for an instant that he had an audience when they spoke a single word in their native language. His mind was too distracted to even think of what it meant, too blinded by lust to make the connection between that, and his sudden ability to breath through his muzzle again. The back of the plug had opened to his throat, and he let out a loud, long-suppressed moan as he threw his head back and panted heavily. His sounds of pleasure were soon joined by a rhythmic vibration and a deep, inaudible rumble from all about him. The dragonair had begun to purr.

Soon, the little vulp could not help himself but nuzzle against the soft scale by him and writhe in the firm embrace. With his eyes closed from the pleasure he did not notice just where his affection was focused. Every sweep of the fox's muzzle ground up and down over the mound of Keratan's draconic slit. Its scent grew stronger with every passing second, and soon Klo's every breath was inundated with that powerful, musky, incredibly male aroma. It sent shivers down his spine as he dug his nose right in against the source, and probed just inside. Thick, sticky fluids were the reward he received, along with a shudder in the body of the beast about him.

A flutter traveled down to the mon's tailtip, and eased it forward in a little rush, until the first orb pressed flush with Klonoa's hole. Then a cycle began between the pair; the fox dragged his muzzle over the sensitive flesh before it. He was rewarded in kind as that large sphere was moved in a slow circle with enough strength behind it to lift his body every few seconds and in the same movement it was eased deeper into his stretched passage. The dragonite had incredible control, and slipped it forward just enough that it held right at the cusp, a bump in either direction would pop it in, or out. So flooded with lust, the vulpine was unable resist the temptation, he squirmed and pushed back against it with everything he could muster, then with a sharp cry the ball plunged inside, and his hole clamped tight behind it.

Keratan watched from mere inches away, and shivered in sympathetic pleasure as he felt that little form squeeze around his tail sphere. The heat within his slit grew as pressure built. The purple folds of flesh that kept his shaft hidden away let down their defenses slowly, and began to part. Thick fluids welled up and leaked out onto his scales, which his little mate nuzzled into with fervor. As his arousal grew, so did his sense of urgency. He pushed his tail deeper into the fox, and closed the tiny gap to his second, larger tail-sphere.

His body shifted around Klo and turned to align his dripping slit with the fox's muzzle. The tip of his shaft, as wide as a pair of fingers, emerged from his body and as pressed against the side of the tod's face. He constricted around the smaller form slightly as the pleasure washed into his body, and instinct began to overtake all thought. His coiled body twitched and thrust forward as more and more of his purple shaft snaked free. It would grow as long as the fox's forearm, and tapered smoothly all the way to a base. It was true what they say about dragonairs with large balls; the point where his cock met with his body was as big around as the second orb, which at that moment he was in the process of squeezing forward to meet the first within the hot body in his grasp.

One let free of the confines of its home, his shaft filled out rapidly, engorged and flush with a deeper shade. He tucked it in against Klo's neck and curled the prehensile shaft under his chin. Again and again undulations rolled through his long form, and ground his pride over the fox's smooth skin. His slick pre came in constant spurts, and oozed its way between himself and the rubber, which added to the wonderful, slick sensation they both experienced with every motion of sleek scale on latex.

His tail vibrated as it eased deeper into the Klonoa. The vulp was so overcome with pleasure he could barely stand it. His face ground back against the large, twitching shaft, and tucked down against his slit, right into the crux of it and the folds that would keep it so well hidden. He let out a long, almost howling moan when a sharp shudder swept through Kera and made him lose control for a moment. The sphere he was easing so carefully into the fox plunged forward, and popped inside in one swift motion. His body clamped tight around it and he shivered violently as the mix of pain and pleasure pushed him over the brink, but just as before it was stopped at the wall of rubber that was so well set into place.

Lust and the drive to mate was hard to stave off for the serpentine dragon, but he regained control for just a little longer. With a slow motion he held his little mate still, and pulled his tail orbs free, one after the other in a slow, smooth motion, then before Klo was finished moaning he plunged them right back in. He repeated this act over and over, until the tight ring of flesh offered no resistance anymore. Then, and only then he deemed the fox ready.

With a final pop-pop he drew his tail completely out of Klonoa, then shifted and snaked around his form. The small fox let out a loud, desperate whine as he found himself so empty once again. He struggled in the powerful, slick grip, and pushed his rear end back against anything he could manage, desperate for more, even despite his overload of pleasure; Keratan was not one to deny, or disappoint. His long body dragged around the tod's form and ground his shaft up along his chin, then down his back in a slow, smooth motion. His broad head tucked against Klo's slicked chest with a wet squelch, then his body pressed up between his mates legs, who was more than happy to help guide him on target. That long, hard shaft slipped up along the fox's thigh, the tip squished up through the crack of his ass, then in one, smooth motion the dragonair hilted into the tight little hole it sought.

The both of them let out high pitched harmony of moans as they ground against one another. They threw themselves into a lust-crazed rut immediately. Klonoa pushed himself back against the cock buried inside him and clenched around it as best he could, while the dragon pulled back just a fraction, and plowed inside once again. His shaft flexed one way then another, and yet another as the prehensile length hilted deep inside that hot little body; soon he found the point he sought. His heavy thrusts grew more savage as he curled his pride up, and ground it back and forth constantly over the fox's prostate. Stars filled his vision as his body froze in place. The constant battering against his prostate was too much, and he was thrown over the edge violently, but even as the gland flexed over and over, it could not expel a drop, and the pressure just prolonged his orgasm.

The dragonair coiled tighter than ever as he grew closer and closer. His thrusts quickened to a rapid shudder, his cock buried as deep as he could manage, then with a deafening trill he thrust forward hard and held himself tight against the fox's ass. His shaft twitched and spasmed, then voluminous jets of cum erupted into his mate's body. He ground forward slowly as spurt after heavy spurt spilled into the vulp's abused rear. In seconds he was filled to capacity, and it spilled out around his length. The dragon could not help himself, his body flexed and jumped as the waves of pleasure rushed through his body, and made him shove himself into that small form over and over as his seed coated his scale and pooled in the grass below. After several minutes of the treatment Klonoa's stomach had a visible bulge from the sheer volume that was pumped into him, then finally it was over.

Keratan let out a final trill of pleasure, then slumped and relaxed. His head fell to the side, his back made into his own pillow. His shaft stayed firm, and will held in place inside his fox, however. With the angle he had shifted to, Klonoa was seated near vertical upon the massive tool. Even as exhausted as he was, he could not help but grind himself back and forth, against the dragon's body. So lost in climax, he never realized that his arms had been pulled up to his chest, and bound in place, once crossed over the other, and unable to move thanks to the suit's doing. He could not pull off, could not support his weight with anything, even if he wanted to. His legs, and in fact most of his body was wet and slimy with the dragonite's cum, so he could not gain purchase on anything.

What he did not expect was for his squirming motions to rouse the huge form under him, and soon enough he felt that shaft twitch and flex, then probe around this way and that. Keratan was ready for round two, then later three, four, five...

For his species the act of mating was a full day event, and this was just the opening scene.

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This story went on way longer than I expected, but I'm very happy with the result. Hope you liked it!

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