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A Gooey Gloryhole

For TimidTanuki

By Draconicon

Every time that Tod heard footsteps outside his booth, he stiffened up in two ways. The field mouse both tensed up at the thought of someone opening the booth to see him, and felt his dick get that much harder at the thought of the first dick popping through the hole on either side of him. When neither happened, he'd sag back down against his seat, sweat rolling down his forehead as he bit his lips to keep the little whimpers and worries from coming out.

It's fine, it's fine. Nobody comes into the booth. They just...stick their dicks in...and...and...And nobody ever knows its you. That's the point. That's the whole point.

Tod kept telling himself that, and it was the only thing keeping the young mouse from bolting from the building. Despite having read a hundred and one different porn stories of free, debauched lives in the community, the mouse had never done more than jerk off to them. The idea of actually indulging in something so free and so...so risky had always terrified him, and the gay community had always seemed so...so rough, despite the flair that they had on TV and in other media.

What if they think I'm not...

The gray-furred mouse shook his head. He didn't have to think about that. Gloryholes were all about the mouth on the other side, and he had practiced some with the dildo that he had at home. Practiced enough to get rid of his gag reflex for the most part, and that should serve him in good stead tonight.

He hoped.

He prayed.

As he bounced his legs, the heels of his sneakers tapping the floor time after time, he imagined what he'd do when the first dick did pop through. Would he go to his knees and start sucking? Would he take it in hand and say something to the guy on the other side? Or would he turn chicken and just stare at it, unable to bring himself to do the real thing?

Please don't let me freeze up, please don't let me freeze up...

New footsteps caught his attention, his ears flicking up as he heard them come down the hall. They stopped in front of his door, and his heart leaped into his throat, then they continued moving on.

One booth down.

His heart went from still to beating a mile a minute as the little gloryhole hatch popped open, a thick shaft pushing through. It was darker than he expected, and it dripped, too, dripped a great deal.

"Come on, little guy...come over and give it a taste..."

The voice was surprisingly soft, almost like a high whine layered over a gentle baritone, and it...felt oddly compelling, in its own way. Before he realized it, he was off the chair at the back of the booth and down on his knees, his fingers wrapped around the thing. It was thick, thick enough that his fingers had a hard time meeting around the thing, and it was just long enough to make him think that his dildo might not have been good enough training to get to work on these things...

"What'd I say, little guy? Give it a taste."

There was something almost immediately needful about that suggestion, his mouth watering as he took in the sheer size of that dark shaft. He leaned in, no longer entirely thinking about it. In the grip of fantasies that he had nurtured for far too long in the dark of his own apartment, the twenty-five year-old mouth stuck out his tongue and dragged it along the underside of that shaft.

It wasn't so bad. As a matter of fact, it was actually...pretty nice. Slippery, wet, but with that soft smoothness that was not that different from that dildo. A little warmer, yeah, and with more of its own taste, but...

But it was...

Nice...

His cock twitched in his pants as he licked it again, dragging his tongue from the base to the tip, finishing with a little lap along the urethra to collect some of the drippings. He was kind of shocked with himself that he had been so daring - he had meant to start with a condom, just to...well, be safe - but there was something about this cock, something about that voice from the other side that just captured his fascination. He wanted this, and he wanted it more than he realized.

"Mmph...mmmph...mm..."

He'd imagined this for so long, and despite the weird sensation that something was off - why was that cock so wet? Why did he just...go for it? - he couldn't stop himself. He licked from the base to the tip again and again, always ending with a swirl around the head to get the drippings before they could fall to the ground or anywhere else.

It didn't take long before he was feeling it building up for him, too, his cock getting so hard in his jeans that it hurt. He groped himself through the denim, huffing against the shaft as he reached the head again, a little whimper escaping him.

"Heh...what's the matter, boy? Getting too into it?"

"Mmmph..."

"Take it out...go on...who's going to know?"

Who, indeed? He fumbled with his zipper for a moment, struggling to get his dick out, but eventually it popped free. With a deep huff, he stroked himself and that thick cock in front of him to the same cadence, his tongue moving from the long bulge along the bottom of the shaft to the cock head. He licked, he teased, he dragged his tongue all around the tip, sucking up the little drippings that were constantly coming free...

But there was something, well, 'off' about it. He didn't know if it was because he was too used to his own scent and taste, but there was something different about this, something more...well, artificial. Even as he panted, even as he kept stroking, he knew that there was something wrong with the whole thing.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

"Come on, give it a good suck."

And that voice. It was so...so persuasive, more than it should have been. He groaned under his breath, trying to pull his head back -

And it was much, much harder than it should have been, he belatedly realized. His head didn't want to move. It just wanted to stay there, stay right up by that thick cock, to keep licking around it.

Flash. A little hint of light came from the other side. Someone else must have opened their gloryhole hatch, and when they did, the light fell right on the big dick in front of him. Tod's eyes went wide as he saw, not a cock of flesh, but some sort of goo, black with blue bands along the base, and it was dripping not just from the tip, but all the way down to the bottom. The whole thing was half-liquid, and it clung to his fingers as he let go of it, strings of slime running from the black shaft to his hand.

"What..."

"Ah, ah, ah. No talking, little guy."

His voice cut off before it could rise, and Tod's breath caught in his throat as he realized that whoever was on the other side had been controlling him from the first word. He wanted to lean back, to stop, but...but...but...

His cock jumped in his hand, and his slime-coated digits were already moving back to the shaft. He whimpered, trying to keep his head back, but things weren't under his control anymore. The mouse panted as he moved closer, closer, leaning his lips down to the head proper. It was bubbling with more and more of the black goo, and as he stuck out his tongue, he saw that there was already a black layer over it, the slime coating his tongue and -

Fuck...fuck...

And it was already spreading across his lips and over his muzzle, the black layer moving further and further with each passing second. And when he leaned in, touching that shaft to his lips, sucking it into his mouth -

"Mmm!"

He moaned around it, feeling a shock of satisfaction to have it inside of him. His cock jumped in his hand as he started bobbing, some strange pleasure forcing him down, his instincts fighting against the fear and prudishness that had kept him away for so long. Fantasy, arousal, and need leaped to the forefront, all fanned by the voice on the other side of the wall.

"That's it. That's what you need, little guy. Stop thinking about it. Stop worrying about it. Just suck...suck all those fears away..."

As if he could stop now. Tod's eyes were rolled back in their sockets, the only thing on his mind the feeling of that fat dick sliding past his lips and pinning his tongue in place as it went to the back of his throat and the feeling of the black slime running along his flesh. It was almost entirely on his face, but he could feel some of it spreading from the slime on his hand, running up his arm bit by bit, coating him like some smooth layer of new flesh. It was so slick, so wet, almost slimy to the touch, and yet, it didn't feel nasty. It felt...

It felt good.

It felt right.

Suck, suck, suck; there was no need to do anything else. As Tod bobbed up and down, as he took that thick thing right to the base time and time again, he felt his gag reflex dying bit by bit. Every time that he managed to take it all the way down, he felt that little tremor at the back of his throat ease just a bit more, losing that little bit of fear, that little bit of concern, until there was almost nothing left.

"Good boy. Good slutty boy."

Yes. He was...he was good...and slutty...

Every little gulp of that constant flow was changing him, making him feel more sure of himself. More resilient, more needy, more...sluttier. Yes, that was the best word for it, sluttier, as if the shimmering black spreading around him was slowly turning him into less of a shy mouse and into something more...more like some sort of eager toy, someone that would put himself out there, someone that would chase down dick and make it cum again and again and again.

And the more that he thought about it, the more that he liked the idea. He had always had the fantasy of following through. Why not? Why the fuck not?

"Pull back...jerk me off...cum with me..."

The voice was so good, and so helpful, he couldn't help but indulge. Some faint hint of fear of walking out into the bar and club with cum on his face faded away as the new, rising voice told him what it really was: advertisement. If he left the gloryholes all messy, then everyone else would know what he was willing to do, what kind of things he would allow. And then, he'd get even more dick.

Yes.

Yes!

YES!

He pulled back from the thick shaft, holding it right over his head as if it were some baptismal vessel. With every stroke, it oozed a little more of the black slime from the tip over his face, adding to the already-stark difference between his gray fur and the black ooze that replaced it. Tod tilted his head back, letting it run down the hollow of his throat, down his chest, over his shoulders. It went under his clothes and over them, warping what he wore to be something more skintight, something that clung to him and showed off his body, his muscles, his slender nature, right down to his hips that would get so much attention on the dance floor.

And through it all, he stroked himself, even as his dick started getting the same sort of slippery, smooth nature of the shaft over him. He panted for breath as it oozed, as his cock shimmered between his legs, as everything to turned to -

"Cum, goo-boy. Cum with me."

"MMMPH!"

Tod did as he was told, his seed spraying white, then gray, then black against the wall as he was drenched in the goo-cock's load. He took it right to the face, leaning back to make sure that it sprayed over his muzzle, down his chest, over his body. He wanted it all over him, everywhere, from head to toe if he possibly could, but at the very least smearing him as completely as possible. More, more, more, cumming harder with every stroke over the course of nearly thirty seconds, raining and spraying him with the dark, shimmering goo that had freed him from his prudishness.

And then, it was done.

The mouse panted as he finally let go, the little voice whispering to him again. Soft, gentle, but all the more confident for it.

"Heh, there you are...that's much better, isn't it? No more fears, no more worries. No more mousey hiding yourself. You're a hot, slutty goo-mouse, aren't you?"

"Mmmmph, yes," he moaned, running his hands down his body, feeling just how sensual he had become. So easy to touch, so easy to grope. Oh, fuck, his ass felt great in his jeans; the denim had tightened as much as his top, becoming more like booty-shorts than anything else. "Fuck yes."

"Get out there. Find some fun. Show off what you really are, boy. And when you're done? Come back here...and I'll show you what else you're missing."

"Mmm, yeah...there's some good dick out there...I'll go get some."

"You do that, boy. You do that."

He caught a glimpse of the guy attached to the dick as it finally pulled out of the hole - a tanuki, though one of goo, of black and blue - but that was all. From there, he had a different goal. He pulled himself to his feet as the hole behind him and in front of him shut, and he arranged himself properly. He pulled his shirt tight, dragged his shorts back up, and made sure that his dick was tucked down.

After all, no real top wanted to see that their new fuck-meat might be slightly better hung than they were. He wanted to find some real dick for him...and he was just hot enough to get it.

The scared little mouse was gone. The gooey, dick-hungry, power-bottom Tod was free to get what he desired.

The End

Summary: Tod goes to the club to find a chance to be a bit more himself. A stranger on the other side of a gloryhole helps him take it further.

Tags: M/M, Mouse, Tanuki, Gloryhole, Oral, Transformation, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Corruption, Latex, Goo, Masturbation, Cum, Orgasm,