Unwarranted Kinship
A small story not part of any cycle I just whipped out in a day or two to get my head free after a particularly stressful week at work. Raoul the tiger invites Jackie the snow leopard over for dinner, however he doesn't know that Raoul is not what he seems like, and that he has other plans for Jackie than just sitting down for lunch...
Unwarranted kinship
"Finally, the last of those nasty little buggers." Jackie picked up the crushed soda can with a visible display of disgust and tossed it into the large bin bag he was dragging along. "Yeah," said Raoul in agreement, "those concerts always are the worst to clean up." The tiger threw his own equally full bag over his shoulder, his bright yellow overall thoroughly soiled with dirt and grime. "But at least it's the last one for the season."
The snow leopard nodded, throwing his bag into the back of the vehicle. "Yeah, at last... I don't mind the early mornings, but I don't really need them on a Sunday too." Raoul nodded, licking his lips as he saw his coworker's tail swish behind that taunt butt, clad in high-vis garments. "Yeah. I'm so looking forward to my three-day weekend now," he said as he threw his bag in and scrambled into the driver's seat. "But first, let's hit the showers."
The two men made their way back to the base, emptied out their vehicle, then disposed of their overalls in the changing room and walked into the communal shower. It took a good while for them to scrub the dirt out of their fur, each one standing on opposite sides of the room. Raoul kept looking at the snow leopard, licking his lips now and then as he watched Jackie scrub his sides, then his smooth butt.... the tiger had a hard time not growing erect, and kept fiddling with the controls to keep the water cool.
"So, Sarah's still out of town?" he asked Jackie.
"Yep, she's gone till next Wednesday," replied the snow leopard.
"Ah, family business, eh?" The tiger chuckled. "Enjoying your bachelor life?"
"Could be better," Jackie replied. "Starting to miss her cooking really, she's been gone for over a week now." He grinned as he turned off his shower and reached for a towel. "Y'know, she's like the best cook in the world, but I can barely cook a can of beans."
Raoul snorted as the two stood in front of the gigantic hot air dryers, fluffing their coats back into shape. "Ah, okay, I see... hey, wanna come over to my place then? I've got some junk that I need to get rid of, probably make a nice stew or something."
The snow leopard chuckled, "Sounds like a good option - just hope you didn't nick the greens from work, mate." He slipped into his jeans and shirt, giving the tiger a nod. "Anything's better than reheated canned food for the fifth day in a row."
Raoul smirked, "Nah, all fresh and organic like, got them at the market on Friday." The tiger swirled his car keys around, giving his coworker a pat on the shoulder. "Let's go."
The drive was a brief one - Raoul lived on the outskirts of town, just a few minutes away from the waste treatment plant where the two men were based. Word had gone around that the tiger was living in somewhat strange quarters, but when the car pulled into the driveway of a large block of flats, topped with two floors painted in bright mauve, decorated with large flashing neon hearts, Jackie couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, so you really do live here, right?"
Raoul nodded, "Yeah, it gets noisy at night, but the rent is cheap. Besides, they're only on the top two floors and they have a seperate entrance." He pointed to a little door on the side of the residential building, painted in the same mauve as the two floors on top of the building. "That's the brothel entrance," he turned around, pointing at a door on the far side of the building, "and that's mine." He put his key in the lock, turning several times to unlock the door. "Landlord recently removed the doorbells though, they're replacing them with a keypad. Got just too many pranksters around here," he said as he walked towards the lift, Jackie in tow. The snow leopard nodded, "Yeah, must be weird living here."
Raoul stepped into the lift with Jackie, pressing the button for the fifteenth floor. As the doors closed behind them, the snow leopard watched the buttons light up as the lift moved upwards, and couldn't help but notice that the button the tiger had just pressed was also mauve coloured.
"Hey, isn't that the broth--" he said, then heard the sharp hiss of an explosive bolt being propelled forward and felt something sting in his neck. He turned around quickly to see the tiger stand behind him, holding some sort of airgun, grinning widely.
"What the fuck are y...." he spoke, then the world turned blurry before his eyes, the cat stumbling around inside the lift for a moment, hitting the walls as he scrambled to hold balance. The last he heard before passing out was the "ding" sound of the lift arriving at its destination, echoing in his head for a few more seconds before Jackie passed out.
He did not know how much time had passed. All he knew he'd been severely knocked out by whatever drug he had been given. Jackie grunted and groaned, trying to pull himself up, but found himself to be restrained, with thick leather tiedowns around his wrists, arms and feet. Woozily trying to regain orientation, the snow leopard blinked a few times, his eyes trying to adjust to the dimly lit room with its mauve ceiling and mauve walls.
He tilted his head sidewards, his neck aching like someone had driven a truck over it, probably from the fall, he thought.
Jackie's eyes went wide at the sight - the whole room was dressed in the same colour, he found himself securely tied to a mauve bed, the carpet the same shade as the rest of the room, and on a mauve chair sat the tiger, naked, reading a book. Jackie snarled and tugged on the restraints, yelling, "Raoul! This is not funny! What the bloody fuck do you think you are doing here, you stupid asshole?"
Raoul slowly put aside his book and got out of his chair.
"Ah, you're awake again," he said, walking toward the bed with the squirming and snarling snow leopard. "I was afraid the dose could've been a bit strong..."
The tiger leaned over the bed, tightening the leather restraints. "Now to get you prepared," he said calmly, pulling out a ballgag from underneath the bed.
"Prepared? What the fuck do you mean, prepared! Stop this gay shit right now, you son of a bitch!" Jackie was infuriated, squirming, baring his teeth. He let out a massive grunt as the tiger wrapped his head with both paws, pushing the snow leopard's jaws aside to install the large red ball gag, securing it around his head.
"Now now," spoke Raoul, "there is no reason to be alarmed. You'll be in your new life soon enough."
The tiger stood back from the bed, the gagged Jackie watching in disbelief as he started to pull the fur off his skull, the puffy white cheeks and striped orange hide coming undone easily, revealing a shiny counterpart that mirrored his exact appearance, only furless, as if the stripes were painted onto a smooth body.
As Jackie stared in shock, grunting haplessly with the ballgag in his mouth, Raoul started peeling off the rest of his skin, pulling his fur coat off his arms and chest in large patches, a black, glistening cock breaking through his fuzzy sheath before he ripped the fur off it as well, revealing an exact copy of his privates, only furless and glistening in the twilight of the room. As the last bits of fur fell to the ground, the rubber tiger spoke to Jackie, "I've had my eye on you ever since I saw you in the shower on my first day. You'll make a nice addition to my hive." His eyes, despite still having the same orange glow, remained motionless in their sockets now, the tiger tilting his head to look at the struggling snow leopard. "You'll be made into one of us."
The snow leopard struggled, tugging helplessly on his restraints. He tried to protest, but all he could achieve was a muffled groan - he did not know what exactly the creature was meaning, but he sure as hell wasn't going to cooperate. Trying to wriggle loose, he threw himself left and right, the bed creaking underneath the squirming cat. Then, he suddenly felt a pinch to his left arm, turning his head as good as he could, watching in terror as the rubber cat emptied a syringe with a bright glowing substance into his veins. "There there," Raoul said, petting Jackie's arm reassuringly, "that will calm you down."
Jackie pulled on the tight restraints in fury and anger, biting down on the ballgag. His heart raced as adrenaline shot through his body, the cat's tailtip frizzling as it hung between his legs, held firmly in place. Soon, his body started to itch all over, a burning, horrible sensation, the cat mewling in discomfort as he felt the effects of the sedative, slowly going numb all over, unable to move. His eyes grew wide as he saw the tiger rub some oil onto his rubbery shaft, then position himself inbetween his legs, about to enter the snow leopard's virgin tailhole. He wanted to yell, to scream, to scratch his tormentor's eyes out, but all he managed was a muffled "Mmph!" into the ballgag as Raoul started raping his ass with the slick rubber cock.
The tiger showed an amazing stamina. Pounding in and out of Jackie's ass, Raoul kept loosening and fucking his former workmate's rectum, the large rubber shaft sliding in and out like an oversized dildo. Now and then, he spurted thick, goopy globs of liquid latex, then, after a brief pause, he went right back to fucking the snow leopard. Jackie whimpered and cried while undergoing the treatment, unable to move as the sedative kept him pinned, tears running down from his cheeks. He tried to keep himself afloat by trying to think of his girlfriend, reassuring himself, "They'll find me. Sarah will notice I'm gone when she comes back, and they'll trace my whereabouts.." He shuddered as he felt the latex creature spurt another load into his ass. "But what does he mean by 'prepare'... and what kind of creature is he?"
Doubt crept into his mind after a few hours. His body was aching, his maleness involuntarily erect. He had to admit his prostrate was betraying him - despite the burning in his rear, and the discomfort of the tight restraints, his nervous endings were teased in the right way to make his shaft itch and tingle, wanting to release his load so badly.
But there was no way to do so, with his arms out of reach, and the tiger only catering to his own sick satisfaction.
After what seemed like an eternity for him, Jackie was relieved to finally feel Raoul pull out of his ass. He watched the rubber tiger move about in the room, amazed and slightly jealous that he still was erect and going after all this. His own shaft pulsed and throbbed with his fast heartbeat, yet remained completely dry, aching and begging for release.
Raoul disappeared through the mauve door for a moment, but soon returned, wielding an almost comically large syringe, holding at least a hundred millilitres of a bright, fluorescent yellow fluid. "Now for the final part..." he said with a squeaky undertone, licking his smooth lips. Not caring about his fucktoy's discomfort, he jabbed the needle right into Jackie's upper arm, the pain strong enough that despite the sedatives, the snow leopard buckled in his restraints, biting down hard on his ballgag and whimpering.
As the tiger emptied the massive amount of fluid into Jackie's veins, he felt a burning sensation spread from his arm through his body, his heart put into overdrive as it started to thump and race, making him feel as if he was going to explode any moment, his head feeling as if it had swollen to thrice its original size. The snow leopard groaned as he watched Raoul get into position once more, the tiger's fat prick leaking the black goo he had been pumping into his rear for the past hours. Jackie could feel Raoul push inside, and as the tiger's dildo-like cock brushed against his prostrate once more, he couldn't hold back anymore, his aching, burning cock starting to twitch as he felt the rush of an orgasm build up in his abused body.
The orgasm was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and unlike anything he should ever experience again. He felt his shaft throb, his ballsac twitch as his white seed was unleashed, spraying in a high arc out of his cumslit and into his face, the tiger roaring at the same time, squirting thick latex inside him. While the two felines were orgasming, Jackie's bodily pain increased tenfold, the snow leopard's arm feeling like it was on fire. Flesh seemed to burn away, melting, being replaced by stiff rubber. He could feel his hands go numb, pawpads turning into thick latex, his lush spotted fur damped down into black and white patches of rubber. The sensation spread through his entire body, the fluff on his chest disappearing, replaced by two well-defined pectorals and a buff sixpack, his nipples perking up as the white seed continued to splash onto his reformed chest.
About the worst part of the transformation was his face, though, he could feel his muzzle literally boil away as the heat spread through his head, his face stiffening around the ballgag, his eyes fixated in their sockets, staring at the ceiling. Unable to move, he only could hear his heart thump rapidly, until the heartbeat suddenly disappeared, replaced only by the grinding, squeaky noise of the tiger's cock inside his ass, and the last bits of white pre dripping from his burning cock, just before it became fixed in place, the smooth red skin replaced by glistening black latex.
Jackie could do little but lie helplessly and wait.
Raoul eventually pulled out, loosening the restraints, grinning smugly. "Well hello there, 'brother'," he said, pulling the reformed snow leopard off the bed. "You still in there, eh? Good." He unfastened the ballgag and removed it, stroking the sides of the cat's gaping wide muzzle. "You'll be popular, sweetie", he said, giving the rubbery nipples a teasing pinch. "Now, let's meet your new family."
Jackie struggled, trying to move his arms and legs, but failed. As Raoul removed the ballgag, he tried to scream in terror, but all he did manage was a meagre squeal, finding himself unable to close his muzzle. Helplessly, he witnessed Raoul throwing him over his shoulder, half carrying, half dragging the rubber cat along, through the corridors of the odd brothel. His mind raced as the tiger carried him through a door into another, plush-clad room, the walls lined with creatures similar to his new self. He saw panthers, lions, even tigers just like Raoul, all frozen in place similar to himself, their mouths gaping open, the lifeless sex dolls leaning against the wall. Jackie wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't scream, and his legs were not his own any more, so there was no way to run for him.
As Raoul carefully balanced the newest addition to his collection against the carpeted wall, the intercom in one corner of the room made a noise, a voice echoing through the room. "Sir, we've got a customer waiting out here," a female voice blared. "Alright, send them in," he said, giving the snow leopard a last pat on the head.
The double doors swung open and a large horse entered, naked, sniffing the air. "Ah, Raoul, pleasure to see you again," the equine spoke. "Got anything new for me?"
Raoul nodded, gesturing toward the line of rubber dolls set on the wall. "Brand spanking new, Benny, just got them from the manufacturer." He leaned over to whisper into the horse's ear, "Would recommend the snow leopard over there personally, just got 'em delivered today, and he's still all virgin. I know you like your dolls tight, eh."
The horse grinned and gave an approving nod. "Yeah, you know me all too well. I'll take that one, the usual 24-hour rent."
Raoul smiled and nodded, getting a little pushcart from a corner and heaving the Jackie doll onto it. "Cash as usual and no telling your wife, I assume?" he said with a wink.
The horse nodded as his hooves gripped the pushcart, wheeling it toward the exit. "Yeah, the usual."
Jackie emitted a tiny, helpless squeak. It was the best he could do anymore.