Rubbery Brush Strokes
An Art class takes a kinky turn, as Artemis finds himself in the clutches of a teacher that has her eyes set on him to be her newest canvass.
Another story from days gone by, this time with artwork done by S-Nina on FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/s-nina Still very early style for me on this one as well. Looking back over this story, I would probably do a lot of this differently. It had a lot of potentials to be better than I wrote it. Who knows, may go back and do it again in the future. Also, if you like this story, hope over on FA and give it a like a comment! https://www.furaffinity.net/view/12626595/
It shouldn't be this hard, the fox mused to himself as he fiddled around with the various brushes and bottle of paint. After all, if that guy with the afro on PBS could do it, then it shouldn't be any problem for a fox that was as clever as he was. At least, that is what Artemis told himself, as he bounded all but tossed his easel, brushes, and paint into the elevator.
This was all just to impress someone. To seem cultured enough for when they came over just that night. After all, what could be more cultured than a piece of art done all by yourself? Well, granted, there were many things that could have cost less and been far less taxing for the young fox to do, but art just so happened to be something his date had a soft spot. So, one private art class and one hundred dollars later, Artemis was wrestling the supplies out of the elevator, and towards the wooden door that leads into the art room, 354.
Well-oiled hinges announced his arrival, as they glided the door wide open, giving birth to the florescent lighting that illuminated the rather large art room. Walking along recently polished and clean wooden floor, the silver furred fox brushed a few strands of hair from his vision, as he spotted his teacher, back turned to him and her tail swishing about below her as she hummed a little tune, more than likely in time with the music she had playing through ear-buds. As she hummed and painted on the canvas before her, Artemis glanced at the watch strapped to his arm. Five minutes late. It would be better to get set up and pretend he was just waiting for her to turn around, as opposed to walking in late.
As silent as he could, the fox began untangling the tools and such from the mass of stuff he carried in with him, muttering under his breath as he did so. While his date was worth the trouble of taking an art class, he really did want this to go by fast. He needed to finish cooking and get the table set. Everything would be perfect come eight tonight. So lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice as a small can of paint got away from him, rolling along with the shiny wooden flooring, only to come to rest against the purple heel of the art teacher.
Looking down, light blue gloved hands grasped the can, a thin smirk coming across that purple muzzle. It seemed that her...art project had just arrived. She was beginning to worry that he wasn't going to show. He looked so delicious on his Muzzlebook page. Slender, wide hips, slight curves. It would take little to form a perfect masterpiece from a canvass that nature had already prepared for her. Turning around in her seat, the smirk became a predatory grin, the rather shiny purple female standing to her feet and waltzing over towards Artemis. With his back turned, he failed to notice the sultry beast that towered over him, her hips shaking from side to side with every step, before coming to rest right behind him. He was more delectable in person. Taking a small sniff, she could all but taste him, the small patch of purple material that covered her crotch bulging ever so slightly. She couldn't waste any time with this one, she wanted him. Now.
The fox's grumbles continued as he fought with the wooden stand to get it set up. The stupid instructions only showed him how to do it in confusing step-by-step pictures. Why could just be words that said "insert slot A into slot B" Freaking Ikea. Shoving a wooden pole into one of the many gaps, Artemis tried to hold the blasted thing steady and instead sent it falling backward. Well, almost falling backward, as a light blue gloved hand caught it just seconds before it clattered to the ground.
"Looks like you could use an extra hand getting this set up" came a soft, yet sultry voice from right behind him. One that dripped with carnal intonations. IT sent shivers along his spine, causing his fur to bristle. A warm yet slick sensation gripped him, as the art teacher's hand came to rest on his shoulder, filling the fox with a small sense of dread. He had no idea, but something in the back of his mind was telling him this was not the right place to be. "Not that it matters, as you won't need any of these, art supplies"
"I-I won't" he questioned out in a small stutter, daring to turn around and look at the woman in full. once his sapphire eyes locked in on her overall visage he knew he wouldn't be leaving this art room anytime soon. Predatory would be the best way to describe the grin that was mounted on the clearly rubber or latex face that belonged to the art teacher. Her tongue seemed to hang out lightly, a thin line of black drool escaping as she eyed the fox, her purple "skin" shining brightly in the well-lit room. It was a marvel he didn't notice it the moment he stepped into the room. Blue eyes scanned his form, as Artemis did the same, his vision traveling along with the rather large set of breasts that hung perfectly in the air, the various belts that adored her waist, arms, and legs. And, oddly enough, a pair of handles that seemed to be built right into her legs. She was a walking mass of latex kink. And, if the straining bit between her legs was anything to go by, this she was a little bit more than just your average female, all things considered.
"No, far from it my dear little fox" the latex Renamon coo'd, the sing-song voice sounding highly threatening as she lifted Artemis to his feet, pulling him lightly towards the center of the room. Despite what she was made of, her grip was rather strong, combined with the fact that Artemis wasn't the strongest arctic fox, he had little choice when it came to being led around. "No, you see in my art class, the only canvass needed is yourself. Now, before we get started, we are going to need to take care of a few things" she stated plainly, looking over his body, walking around him like a shark.
"What do you mean by a few things? I-I-I'm just here to paint, that's all. I'm starting to think II have the wrong class" with that, and his arm free from her grip, Artemis made a move to leave, only to be stopped by the far faster Renamon.
"Why can't they ever do it the easy way" she stated, before kissing him full on the lips. Eye went wide as the latex Digimon sealed her mouth across his, her tongue thrashing about, coiling around the pink muscle that rested within his mouth. Artemis tried to pull free, yank his face away, but those slick hands held tightly onto his face, refusing to give an inch. Then, the flood started. Artemis could taste the slick black drool that was flooding his mouth. Ounce after ounce poured down his throat, filling his stomach with its sticky content. The grin on the Renamon spread wide, as she finally let go, a thick line of black latex still connecting her to him. "See, now this should make things go a little bit easier" her finger ran along his lips, catching the remaining latex which she sucked free from her finger. Already she could see her corrupting influence spread across his body. His eyes glazed over, and his body went slack, barely able to stand on its own power. With a mirthful chuckle at her new catch, she hummed another tune, yanking off his clothes with a few swipes, before circling him once more.
Artemis, on the other hand, wasn't feeling anywhere near as cheerful. Every attempt he made to move any part of his body was met with resistance. It was as if every muscle had gone into shut down, leaving him at the hands of the Renamon. He could still feel her tongue in his mouth. her saliva pumping like a faucet into his mouth. Try as he might, he could shake the feeling that something else was wrong. Using what little power over his body he had, his eyes cast down, only to widen even further into shock. The sensation was one thing, the sight was another. He had felt an odd tingling along his chest, one that came with a swell of heat and pleasure. What he didn't expect was the sight of a swelling chest. Looking up at the monster causing this, she merely leaned over and twisted one of the slowly growing nipples, getting a squeak of pleasure in return. His knees felt weak just from that simple touch, and what was worse, he could have sworn he felt another pair growing right under those.
"What can I say, I love breast on my herms. In this case, the more the better. Though I may make these puppies pump a little milk, just for some added fun. Speaking of which, I think it is time we got to the painting portion of this class" with those words, she turned and left the slowly changing Artemis to his own devices. All he could do was stand there, little gasp and moans escaping his lips. The transformation was starting to slow down, the breast growth coming to a close. The top pair had just crested over an E-Cup while the ones below that stopped just short of D-cup. Each pair seemed to be lifted in the air, held aloft by his skin and fur. With a little struggle, Artemis fought past the weak muscles enough to lift up one hand to grasp one of the lower pair. Color blasted across his vision from the sudden rush of pleasure. As his knees buckled and his body fell, the fox began to twitch as the rush of sexual pleasure ran across his body and seemed to channel right in between his legs.
"Good, I didn't want to miss this. In fact, let me help you along your were to herm hood" she reached between the thighs of the mewling fox, grasping his long since hard cock, pumping it with a latex slicked hand. With a grin, she began tor each under his sack, playing around with space there, before pressing deep into him. It was like a light going off in his head, as his entire body shook, a rush of latex cum coating Renamon's hand as Artemis had his first female orgasm. Pulling it free, she laughs, watching as the river continued to flow down his legs and spill onto the floor. He was long gone, now nothing more than a slave to the pleasure she could bring if the eyes rolled into his head was of any indication. "Well, let's get you all done up"
As Artemis came down the high of orgasm, his body unable to stand even the lightest breeze that curled around his new breast or his,, now her, still wet pussy, the fox could feel the sensation of his arm tightly bound. Looking around, panting heavily as she did so, her eyes landed on the sight of the lusty eyed Renamon. "Wh-what did you do to me" she go out in between moans. Her body was far to tuned on sex, heat rushing rampant around her form.
"Didn't I tell you. You are going to be my canvas. You see I just love making my own little latex toys, and when you called here, looking for some classes, i just knew I had to have you. Now, stay still, it's time to paint"
Confusion filled her mind, as the latex Renamon didn't even seem to have any brushes or paint about her. However, as her eyes looked about the room, Artemis could see just how this painting was going to happen. A handful of paint brushes hovered around her body, dripping with silver latex. Thick strands fell of of the their tips, as they slowly moved in closer to the fox. no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get free, as those first few strokes began to claim her body.