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A Doe-lightful Party!

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"I can't believe that everyone drew my name!" Creo flopped down on the break room sofa. "Like what's the chances of that? One in a thousand?"

"Something like that," Rey said, putting the glass bowl on the nearby table. "Still, tradition is tradition."

It was true. For the Rabbit Hole, tradition has always been a high priority. Whether it's the standard attire that's worn for the service staff, or how they act during one-on-one service for the Owner, there were small rituals for everything. One of the traditions is the Christmas party: a time of joy and merry cheer! Closed for customers, the Rabbit Hole party is a gathering with lots of drinks, games and activities that would make the most seasoned worker blush.

Part of the tradition is one of Creo's coworkers dressing up and being the service reindeer for the party. A role that was natural for the staff, but a bit more embarrassing for whoever drew the short straw. After all, serving a paying customer is a lot different than being a plaything for a coworker.

"How come you got your name excluded?" Creo asked, ideally rubbing his tail.

"Seniority. I've been in this club for three years now," the fox replied with a smirk. "You've been here for little over six months. Besides, I was the bunny for the Easter party."

The otter's cheeks heated up as he remembered the photos of seeing Rey in that bunny hood, carrying around an egg basket. Well before his time joining the club but everyone was more than happy to show how slutty everyone wanted to be.

"Okay, okay. So, no backing out." Creo let out a breath. He will be fine. Just pretend it was a customer request for a party. Customers who he's happy to serve and forget about. "So...how are we going to make me into a reindeer? Got a harness for me or something?"

"Not exactly..." Rey trailed off, opening a cabinet, and taking a plastic lined box out.

That was new, the otter tilted his head at the box and the brand - Latech. It wasn't a brand the male had heard of, and it certainly wasn't one of the Rabbit Hole's subdivisions. This was something separate. Something new.

"We got a few samples of some Goobits from a company in the US. You heard of them before?"

"Uhm, no," Creo replied.

"Well, these little critters are made of some weird living latex," Rey started, opening the box and sticking his paw in. He gingerly lifted something that looked like a ball of goo, the rubber flowing past his digits. It was such an odd sight for the otter to see. Unreal, other-worldly even.

"Basically, these goo creatures can bond with people and change attributes. Tend to last a week or so," Rey explained. He wiggled his free hand at the living latex, teasing the small tail of the goo to wiggle and reach out. It seemed harmless. Cute even.

"Why don't you take a close look? It won't bite, no mouth and all."

Creo leaned close and studied the rubber creature. Rey was right. There was no mouth, or limbs. Just a two-toned ball of brown and cream with a small leaf-shaped tail and stubby antlers reaching towards the lights.

It looked cute. Creo had to admit that. But it still left the lingering question on how this adorable goober was going to turn the otter into the party reindeer.

"Right. Alright...I'm ready." Creo felt a lump form in his throat and swallowed it. "So, this Goulbit-"

"Goobit!"

"Right, Goobit. Are you going to throw it like a water balloon?" The otter half joked. This was all new to him. For all he knew, it could be thrown at him like a baseball.

With a small chuckle, Rey shook his head. "Well, I could, but I feel you'd like this a lot more."

Before Creo could ask what the vulpine meant, Rey tilted his paw, dropping the Goobit on the otter's thighs with a loud splat! A yelp escaped from Creo's mouth, his azure fur bristling at the cold latex. As a dancer at the Rabbit Hole, the male was used to the feeling of latex - tight, form fitting latex that accentuated his curvy thighs. But this? This felt viscous.

"What's it, uhm." Eyes fixed on the Goobit, Creo watched as it stretched its small tendril-like arms. The latex slowly feeling the terrain of the man's body before finding the proper latching point. It leapt. The squidge of the living latex landing on the otter's crotch.

Creo was frozen, holding his paws up as the Goobit liquidated? Melted? He wasn't sure how to describe it. The latex blob smoothed over the tented jeans, seeping through the fabric and...hissing?

"Oh. Right. Should've got you to remove your clothes first." Rey tapped his forehead. "No matter, it will assimilate the mass into itself."

"A-assimilate? What do you-"A choked moan ended his sentence. Fuck! Creo felt the Goobit reach his cock, prodding the sheathe to tease the bright blue member of the otter out; wrapping itself around Creo's cock and tugging. No. It felt like sucking. Stars and stones! He's being blown by a latex creature!

"Aww, looks like someone is starting to enjoy himself! Hehe" Rey grinned, taking hold of Creo's t-shirt, pulling it off the squirming male. Already the Goobit had started to spread out, covering the otter's thighs in a shiny chocolate-latex, thinning, and stretching around the strong thighs of his coworker.

Creo was like latex, melting in bliss as the bonding process started. He knew he should be anxious, panicking about this, but every thought was distracted with another suck of ecstasy. The rubber was heavy on his chest, soothing trimmed fur, but there was another weight on him. In his mind, that was pressing down. Melding. Teasing fantasies on how good it was to serve. To obey. To be played with.

It felt...natural. Right.

With no resistance, the latex continued to spread. Wrapping around Creo's chest, replacing the blue honed fur with a spotted brown and cream belly on his chest. Not only that, it was so sensitive! Even the heady breath of the fox was enough to make the otter moan in delight.

It was hot! Rey's leggings tented at the whimpering sight before him. How good it would feel having a customer ask to be covered head-to-toe in latex, how grabbing the null crotch would be enough to send them over the edge. Would it?

Rey hummed. The mischievous gleam crossed his smile, and he pawed Creo's crotch. And squeezed.

"F-ffuucuc!" Creo moaned out.

"Yeah, not like you'll be doing that anytime soon."

Huh? Creo looked down and saw Rey pawing his crotch. His smooth bulge. He's only had a nulge before. Right? Yeah, it felt more natural having that than a cock between his legs. Oh goodness his feet! The otter watched as the latex started to mould, shaping his webbed paws into hooves. This was...

Was...always the case?

Didn't he have paws? Wasn't he always an otter? Some sweet whisper said that of course he wasn't. He was a deer. Prey. A reindeer who liked being told what to do. It smoothed and calmed the nerves. Yeah. He was a reindeer. With his brown muzzle and antlers. The latex rippled, correcting reality, creeping around Creo's snout and slowly pushed out. A small bleat escaped the deer's new mouth, enjoying the feeling of increasing pleasure as his antlers pushed out from the top of his head.

"Gosh, you look amazing! A cute fem-stag!" Rey narrowed his eyes. "Or a boyish-doe. Cute either way!"

Creo stretched his paws. They felt...odd. Part of him felt he should have more fingers, but couldn't remember having anything other than three digits. He felt around his head, breath quickening as he ran his hands past his pointed ears and short, round antlers. He gave a little squeeze and felt the rubber deform before springing back into shape.

"Come on then, little doe. We've got a party to head to!" Rey let go of the reindeer's crotch, leaving Creo whimpering as he ruffled the blue bangs of the doe's hair.

It took a few minutes for the deer to find his footing on his hooves, but eventually, he strutted out of the room, hips swaying that small leaf-blade tail on his lower back. Creo could swear there was something not quite right. Like there should be something longer between his legs. Hmm. He got to the door frame before his knees buckled. Creo gasped, moaning as his rubber knees absorbed the shock as he felt something smooth worm its way up his ass. Fuck! Was this the Goobit? It was p-probing him! Clenching his ass, Creo felt the phallic tentacle brush against his prostate, rubbing against it and distracting him from the recent transformation, assimilating the Goobit's purpose into his psyche.

"Come on Deery!" Rey shouted from the other room, causing the reindeer to pick themself up and waddling into the Rabbit Hole's VIP floor.

It was a place seldom used, with most clientele of the sex club preferring the main club floor, with close views of the dancers and easy access to the bar. Not counting the more 'hands on' activities, the VIP lounge was used for meetings, interviews or private functions. This at least made it the easiest place for the Rabbit Hole's service staff to unwind during a busy shift, or let their tails down for some much needed R&R.

The vinyl floor squeaked under the rubber hooves of the deer as they waddled in. The sensation of the tentacle in his ass was unreal, causing him to shake his booty every step. Not only that, he could feel every set of eyes land on him. Hungry.

"Now here's the doe of the hour!" Rey clapped, causing several of the fellow animals to whoop and cheer.

Creo felt his cheeks flush, awkwardly covering his throbbing bulge with his hands.

"H-hi guys..."

"Aww, no need to get nervous, little doe." Rey ruffled Creo's blue bangs, like some sort of pet that was whining for food. Well, the deer was whining, for a different reason. "Besides, it's tradition that Santa's little helper serves drinks to his coworkers."

"Aren't the bar-drones meant to do that?"

"Uhm, no." A bear wearing a latex catsuit piped up in the back. It was weird seeing one of the drones without the gas masks on, their brown fur slick with sweat. "I've been tending the bar for the past year, ain't gonna do it 'til the weekend."

The deer nodded. Fair enough, besides this wasn't some hazing ritual for new starts...he thinks. Shaking it off, Creo went over to the bar and started pulling pints from the taps, the beers and ales foaming at the top of the glass. He was careful to not drop the glasses, no matter how much they wanted to slip out of his rubber grip and handed them out to his friends and coworkers. It felt weird serving them. Being a bartender, fingers snapping for a refill of booze. Having them flirt, wink, touch his imprisoned cock. It felt good!

Natural.

It scratched that carnal itch, Creo couldn't place where he developed. It was just a fact. The doe watched over the club: several of the drones clumped together and drinking; Mac, the white wolf, was on stage doing some lazy dance on the pole with a blue tie around his head.

Everytime the deer bent over, handing his colleagues a refillment of drinks, or clearing a few of the bar tables, he felt there was a certain way he had to do it. The Goobit surrounding him - that was him - wanted a ritual. Sticking his bubbly buttocks out, wagging the small tail to draw attention to him. He loved the power it gave. Showing all those men how needy their prey was, how good it would feel to grope and use his ass. And it was certainly being used. The tentacle that filled him squirmed with pleasure, causing Creo to bleat! Fuck! He needed more!

Creo felt the Goobit wanted to bask in this pleasure, giving into the squeaks and whispers of the shine. Everytime he brushed past a colleague, his sealed cock rubbing against fur, another rush. The reindeer learned certain ways he carried himself elicited more of that orgasmic buzzing. Hold his shoulders up? Bzzz! Keeping his paws crossed above his bulge? Bzzz! Every pair of hungry eyes that landed on him caused a new wave of pleasure, crashing into him, wiping any fear the prey had. The calls of him being called a good toy, and good pet had an electrifying pulse on his crotch, and he couldn't help but let a heady bleat.

The hungry grins told Creo they loved that. The Goobit writhed in pleasure. He bleats again. And again, this time more natural and sultry.

His glossy-orange eyes spotted Rey talking with a brown wolf. Ruweg. Two of the closest coworkers the deer has, both emptied handed of their social lubricant: pale ale. Perfect.

Fetching two tins from the fridge, the deer made his way to the fox and wolf in the corner, all while sashaying his hips. Creo loved how the eyes of everyone were drawn to him. Not only that, he settled on a word that summed up his feeling: prey. He was prey in a room full of predators that wanted their fill.

"Ah, speaking of the doe!" Rey took the cold can from Creo's paw, cheekily squeezing the large bulge between the deer's legs. "Such an obedient thing, right?"

Creo's whine turned into a loud bleat! His legs shook at the sensitive touch, causing him to buck forwards."

"Aww, you're right that Creo would be perfect for testing the Goobit out," Ruweg said, scratching the doe's ear. "Although, I think using him for just serving drinks is a bit of a waste. Right, plaything?"

"Y-yes. I l-love to..."

"Love to?" the vulpine asked, cocking his head and smirking. He already knew the answer.

"I'd love to obey," Creo whined, automatically falling to his knees. "Please use me like the prey I am!"

The music in the room faded for the doe. He...he really said that? Of course, he did, it came from his mouth, a mouth he needed filled. To serve with...

The reindeer watched as the fox and wolf smiled at each other, before simultaneously unbuttoning their jeans, letting their erect cocks loose.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take your fill, prey~" Rey savoured the last word, watching how the doe dived and wrapped their maw around Ruweg's cock. A little surprising, but not a loss for the fox, he at least has the nice round ass to play with.

Creo nuzzled, licking the wolf's rod, savouring the salty taste. He was so focused on serving the cock, the deer didn't notice the feeling of the fox's penis pressing against his plugged ass. The Goobit that formed the doe took care of that; stretching a hole to allow an easy entrance for Rey to fill.

The reindeer's eyes rolled up, feeling the pleasure that was radiating throughout his body. His hips bucked, acting like a piston. A thing to be used. To serve. Even the Goobit wanted their fill, grinding the internal tentacle against the doe's prostate, speeding up the building climax.

Creo gagged, gasped as he shuddered, cumming between the two males.

"Holy crap!" Ruweg wrapped his paws around Creo's rubber antlers. "He didn't even last two minutes!"

"Such a horny doe!" Rey shouted, pounding the reindeer's ass like his life depended on it.

The shuddering from Creo eventually caused the two men to pull out, their cocks throbbing as they came over the heap of the floor.

It wasn't enough for the doe. Panting, he sat up, tail wagging as he licked his lips off the wolf's thick load. He needed...needed...

"More!" Creo moaned out. "Please...I want to serve!"

"Well..." Rey panted out, taking a step from the assembling crowd of dancers. "You heard him. Let the festive party really start!"

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