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Angelo sighed softly to himself as he looked out the window again, the third time in twenty minutes. "How does he manage to be on time whenever it counts, but late whenever it doesn't?" the raccoon muttered to himself with a shake of his head.

Leaning back on the couch - the sole piece of furniture in the room - he stared up at the ceiling. His mind was full of all sorts of naughty thoughts, which was the main reason that he wanted Draconicon home. The two of them had planned on having a naughty night, and he'd been working himself up into a state of need through a great deal of teasing while he waited. The dragon had promised that he'd be back by 5:00 at the latest, but it was already 5:30.

It annoyed him, and forced him to use more than a little willpower to keep from reaching down and teasing himself more. He knew that was a bad idea; if he came before they actually got together, he'd lose the mood and not have as much fun as they usually would together. Still some, but not nearly as much as they'd otherwise have. Couldn't fake it, either, and not just because that would be rude and deceitful. The dragon would be able to tell. The mage always could.

But damn it was tempting.

He looked down at himself, his eyes narrowing in a glare at the bulge in his underwear. It stuck up proud and hard, throbbing with need, and the only reason that there wasn't a spot of pre in his briefs was because he had stopped teasing himself a while ago. Yet, his anticipation had kept him completely hard, and his body wouldn't let him forget his arousal. It needed relief in some form or another, and it wasn't going to stop bothering him until it got it.

Grunting, he pulled himself to his feet. Walking around the couch, he made his way down the hallway towards the bedroom. If the dragon wasn't going to come home on time, then he would just need to find something else to kill time until his mate got back.

The door to the bedroom was open, as it always was, and he paused at the door, looking at the mirror that hung on it. A small blush spread across his cheeks as he looked at himself.

He still wasn't sure how he had gotten as lucky as he had with his mate; the dragon was very handsome, and very sexy, not to mention having many other qualities that made him fun to be around, and a hell of a catch. But him? Angelo wasn't so sure, no matter how many times that Draconicon had told him that he was great looking.

He was chubby, for one thing, and not just in the way that models thought that they were chubby when they reached a pound or two overweight. There was enough to give him curves at his hips, and to make his butt stick out. Admittedly, the latter was something that both he and the dragon loved, but that was besides the point; he had a hard time seeing himself the way that his mate saw him. Sexy? Only if you liked big guys, the darker side of his mind was quick to say. Cute? Maybe.

Angelo grumbled at the voices in his head, and brought his hand down on his ass, spanking himself. The impact through his briefs was enough to make him jump, quieting the voices down, shutting them up. It also had the effect of making his ass jiggle through his underwear, making him blush a bit more and making his cock jump.

"Don't listen to those voices, Angelo," he muttered to himself, looking at himself in the mirror. "You're a good guy. You're a GOOD looking guy, with a nice, big cock, and a juicy ass that'd make any guy want a piece of it. Draconicon told you that, and so did Olag...and Vassk...and Salla..." He broke off, blushing again as he realized he was starting to count off all the guys that he had been with since the two of them had moved to this island. It wasn't cheating; the dragon knew about all of it, and the two of them often had threesomes with the others, but it sometimes made him feel like a slut, sleeping with the other guys like that.

Still, the talk was enough to make him smile at the mirror, and more than enough to make his cock come back up to full erection, throbbing in his briefs.

"Alright, enough of that," he said to himself, walking into the bedroom. "Let's see what I can find to work off a little tension," he said, opening the closet.

It was pretty easy to tell which toys were the dragon's and which were his. A good deal of Draconicon's toys were ones that mimicked holes, and a good bit of them were modeled off of the people on the island. Oh, there were a few cock ones for the big guy as well, but most of the time he just used the ones that let him feel more dominant.

His toys, however...

Angelo's eyes roamed over the various dildos and leather collars and costumes on his side of the closet. Once, all of this would have made him blush. On some days, it still did, but today, he just saw it as a way to keep himself occupied and happy while he waited for that tardy tease of a mate of his.

Looking over the different dildos, the raccoon traced his fingers over the tips of each. They were all familiar, if not from personal experience with the models then with long experience using them. Each one had given him a lot of pleasure over the years, though some of them were big enough that he'd had to learn a few exercises to keep himself tight for his mate. THAT thought did make him blush; considering that the dragon's cock was a full foot long and quite wide, the fact that he needed to exercise to keep himself tight for that made him wonder if he really was a slut.

Just as he was about to reach for a horse cock dildo, he noticed that there was something new in the closet. It was a little black box, with a little white tag on it. It was only about the size of his hand, oddly enough, making it one of the smallest things in the toy closet.

"Huh...I don't remember you," he muttered, reaching down and picking it up. The tag flipped around, so he had to turn it around to read it. "From Tatyana. For when you need something to REALLY get you hot and pink."

Hot and pink? That was a strange way to put it, he thought, but then again, that tigress did have some trouble with English. It was probably something that had gotten lost in the translation, when she meant to put hot and bothered or something like that.

Still, a new toy...he hadn't had something new in a while, and that tigress was pretty brilliant when it came to making the fun stuff. "Just hope she didn't personally test this one first," he muttered. Being a technophile, Tatyana was all too likely to test all of her sex toys and machines personally before sending them out to other people to use. He'd learned that a while back, and had made sure to clean anything that wasn't vacuum sealed when it arrived.

But this looked safe enough. "Eh, what could it hurt?" He shrugged, taking it out of the closet and shutting the heavy wooden doors behind him, laying the box on the bed. It wasn't tied down or anything, so he was able to flick it open without trouble.

Inside was something he didn't expect.

Rather than a new dildo, or a harness, or even a collar, the box contained what looked like a block of liquid latex. He cocked his head to the side, and poked at it, expecting to see his finger rub along the surface of the gooey material.

Instead, his finger made it jiggle like jell-o, and then slid inside.

"Yikes!" he yelped as he rapidly pulled his finger back. Looking down at his finger for any sign of the stuff sticking to him, he was relieved to see that he hadn't been grabbed or absorbed or attached to; that had happened more than once on the island, after all, and it was always possible that it could happen again. "Why can't that mad scientist send an instruction manual with her stuff?"

Turning his head back to the package, his eyes went wide as he watched the latex rising out of its container. The liquid look started fading, replaced by the normal shine of high quality latex. His eyes went wider and wider as the material flowed out of the box, and started forming itself into another shape, and not just any shape, but one that was two legged, his size, and very, very male.

It started with a pair of three toed feet, the toes wiggling even before the feet were completed. It spread down from there, the large, almost reptilian feet forming rapidly with the latex material. Several red lines, almost like power lines in some computer programs, ran along the soles and up the forming, muscular legs.

Angelo was struck dumb by the process, unable to look away as the legs formed and moved up to the crotch. A tail flowed out from behind, fairly thick but strong, and a large pair of balls that rivaled the size of his own popped out in front. A shaft grew out of the crotch, almost as fat as four of his fingers pressed together, and growing longer and longer with each passing second. His jaw dropped, and he couldn't stop himself from drooling a little bit at the sight of the thing.

It finally stopped at eleven inches long, and he was able to take his eyes off of the thing, allowing himself to look up the rest of the forming body. The reptilian, semi-scaly look - hard to pull off with the smooth latex, but somehow, it did - continued, with a broad but flat stomach, and muscular abs. A chest with pecs to die for formed out of the latex, and bulging arms flowed out of the broad shoulders as the upper body was completed.

Mouth still slack, Angelo watched the head form, a defined chin, thick snout, and red eyes defining the dark, smooth face. No ears, but ear-holes formed at the side of the head. He blushed a little bit at the smirk that appeared when the mouth was formed, and the way that those eyes were lit up with lust along with that red light.

Fully formed, the latex dinosaur anthro smiled at him, reaching down and stroking that massive cock. "Get on the bed, slut; I'm going to breed your ass," it said.

He moaned before he could stop himself. Tatyana had even programmed the toy with his favorite voice, a cartoon crush from long ago. Before he could stop himself, he laid himself down on the bed, throwing the underwear off into the corner and spreading his legs eagerly. Anal would be a good distraction right now, and even if he came from it, it was different than cumming from teasing his cock; it just made him sluttier, more eager.

"Looks like you're already pretty darn ready, boi," the latex creature said as it turned to face him, still stroking that hard, massive cock. "You lube and loosen your ass every day?" it asked with a chuckle in its voice.

"N-no," he said with a blush. "Just...just when I'm -"

"Heh, just what? When you want to get fucked? When's that, slut? Every day? Or every hour?" the latex thing asked.

Strong, smooth hands grabbed hold of his thighs before he could answer, shoving them further apart, and Angelo moaned as that cock rubbed against his ass. It was leaking something; not pre, but just as warm. It was thicker, and felt even better than the usual stuff that he felt from an excited cock. He shivered softly, his cock pulsing, bouncing up and down in excitement. "Ooh...oh please..."

"Please, what, slut?" it asked, leaning over him. A glowing red tongue stuck past its lips, and licked over his cheek. One hand grabbed his by the wrists, dragging them above his head. "What?"

"Please....fuck me..."

"Heh...good boi." It grinned at him, showing so many sharp teeth, a smile of a dom. He shivered, even as it thrust its hips forward.

His ass stretched around the cock immediately, the lube from earlier teasing and the stretching just barely enough to allow that thick, hard cock inside of him. Angelo's eyes went wide, and he gasped in pleasure, arching his back against the bed and thrusting his hips back against that huge thing. "Oh god, oh god," he moaned, his ass twitching around the latex cock. "More...more..."

"Oh, you'll get more, boi," it said, that voice making him shiver. "Sooooo much more."

The creature held his arms above his head as it fucked him, driving its cock into him again and again. Each slam forward brought those heavy balls against his ass, making him jiggle, telling him that the creature had a very big load to give him. The thought of having his dragon take him, fill him up with his ass already full of whatever cum this creature had, made him moan even louder.

"That's it, boi, take my cock," the creature whispered. "Such a little slut...nothing more than a fuck toy, aren't you? Just there to be fucked and used by real males, huh?"

"Yes..." Angelo panted, moaning as he did his best to grind back against the creature.

"So experienced, too...I swear, this is the loosest ass I've ever felt...taking cocks right and left, aren't you? Can't be bothered to actually use your cock...no, you're a slut...have to use your ass and your mouth..." the creature whispered, each word ringing in the raccoon's ears, each one making him hotter, hornier.

Even as he nodded, even as he moaned, Angelo felt something else through the fucking. Panting, blushing, he looked down, past his cock, looking down where the two of them were connected.

What he saw made his eyes go wide and his cock stiffen. The same black latex that made up the creature was spreading over his body, going further and further with each thrust the latex dinosaur made into his ass. It already covered his thighs and balls, and he could only guess that his ass had been absorbed already as well.

He tried to squirm, but the creature held him down firmly. "No...you love this too much for it to stop, boi..." it whispered, ramming into him hard and drawing a moan from his lips before he could protest. "A slut like you needs a different body...a different shape..."

"N-no," he whispered, groaning as the latex continued to spread, flowing over the base of his cock, making him moan at the almost stroking feeling of the slick, smooth material. "Not...not a..."

"You are a slut...a little toy for big guys like your master and mate...like all the other males on this island..." it growled in his ear. "And now...you're gonna get the body to go with that slut mind..."

He whimpered even as he moaned, his body rapidly getting covered with the latex. He could feel it shifting, feel the latex changing how his body was shaped, but he couldn't look down anymore. His face was shoved down against the bed, his eyes closed as the latex flowed over him. It had already spread halfway up his chest, and was all the way down to his ankles, those parts already covered feeling like they were getting constantly stroked, constantly rubbed by the smooth material.

But all of that was overshadowed by the feeling of that huge cock in his ass, pounding into his hole, grinding over his prostate. Each thrust in made him gasp in pleasure, and his cock throbbed hard with need. His entire body shook with arousal, the smooth length of cock holding his ass open wide as it pounded into him hard. It didn't feel like it was being stretched anymore, as though he had accommodated to the width. His ass felt almost permanently stretched by the big thing, and his insides felt like they were getting the same treatment.

The latex flowed over his feet, and he moaned as they felt like they became more sensitive. He felt the toes pushed together, almost like they were being melted into each other, making less toes, even as the rest of his foot changed shape as well, stretching and re-arranging.

His fingers were touched by the spreading goo as well, and were wrapped up as though in a glove. Fingers were pinned together, and his thumbs were pulled into a new position, unable to help his fingers grab things. He managed to open his eyes to look at them, and moaned even as he stared. His hands were enveloped in paw like gloves, shining black for the most part, but with pink around the wrists.

Before he could see further, the latex spread over his face. He watched it move like a flood over his muzzle, over his cheeks and eyes. Everything turned either black or pink...then everything went pink as his eyes were covered with lenses, pink, latex lenses, turning everything a shade of pink.

As the last of the latex wrapped around his head, the creature rammed its cock into him one last time. It came, and Angelo gasped as he was filled with a massive load, feeling it spreading through his ass. It coated his insides as thoroughly as his outsides, and he felt his prostate grow, both in size and sensitivity. Just the pulsing of the huge cock inside of him nearly set him off, and would have if he was still normal.

He thought he should have cum, but strangely, he hadn't. Whimpering, Angelo humped up at the creature, trying to get some relief for his cock, trying to get himself off.

But the creature pulled off before he could, chuckling. "There...now you're the pink slut that you were always meant to be," it said. It smirked, then rapidly dissolved back into the liquid latex, flowing back into the box as if guided by some unseen hand.

Angelo shivered a bit, hurriedly pulling himself off of the bed and hurrying to the door. However, even as he got off of the bed, he fell on his face, just managing to throw his arms out and catch himself before he could have injured himself.

"Woof?"

He blinked. What had just happened? "Woof?" That's not what he meant to say! "Woof!"

Unable to pull himself to his feet, he made his way over to the door on all fours, nudging it open more by pushing it with his head.

What he saw made him moan. His entire body was covered with the same black latex that the creature was made of, but rather than red lines going over his body, he was covered in pink ones. On top of his head, around his ankles and wrists, and at the end of his now much slimmer tail, he had pink puffballs, pom poms of pink color. His body no longer looked like a raccoon, but rather like a poodle. A very, very familiar poodle.

He blushed, but it didn't show through the latex. He reached up, trying to pull at the latex, but the gloves around his hands...his paws...refused to let him get a grip on anything. It completely stopped him from grabbing anything, not the latex, not his underwear on the ground, not anything.

Yet, despite all of this, his cock was still throbbing hard. He felt it pulsing against his belly in need, and he whimpered, humping air before he could stop himself.

"Well, well, well. It looks like I have a pet for real, now."

Angelo turned his head rapidly, looking up to see his mate standing in the door. Draconicon, a seven foot tall black dragon, looked down at him with a smile. Angelo looked back up at him, whimpering softly. "Woof, woof!" he barked, trying to say something but unable to get anything but dog sounds out.

"I see that you touched Tatyana's new toy. She really did get you hot and pink, I guess," the dragon said, making the raccoon groan under the latex.

Before he could say anything else, he heard a click. He looked down, seeing a leash attached to his neck. The latex must have made a collar as well, he thought.

The dragon tugged on the leash, and instinctively, he followed along. "Let's take you for a walk; I'm sure that you'll enjoy it, slut," Draconicon said. He fondled himself, and Angelo blushed as he saw the growing bulge in the dragon's clothes. "I know I will, particularly after we get somewhere....private."

His hole twitched at the thought, already eager for another cock, and he blushed, following along. He hoped that his mate had some way to reverse this....but for now, it wouldn't be so bad. Walkies were good, after all.

...where did that thought come from, he thought to himself, then shrugged. He was a poodle for now, so he might as well think like one. It wouldn't hurt, really, and might even make it better.

After all, wasn't he supposed to be a pink slut, a good toy for master?