Latex Story: Help from Latexia

Story by draconicon on SoFurry

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Commissioned by FA: DrakeHavok this story ends the little trilogy that was started with #36 Issues with Libido and continued in #40 My Sister's Slut.

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'Help' from Latexia for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

Though they'd gotten away from Drakina almost four hours ago, Draconicon couldn't help but look over his shoulder constantly. There was still enough cum dripping out of his foxie ass that he had little doubt that his sister could find the pair of them again if she really wanted to, and he didn't want to be caught unawares.

At the same time, he also didn't want to lose track of Havok, as they were walking down the street towards some sort of safe house that the white dragon had recommended. Admittedly, he'd have just as hard a time missing the white dragon as Drakina would have missing him, considering that Havok was leaking as much as he was if not more, but it was still something that he worried about.

And both worries would have been so much easier to deal with if he wasn't still dealing with that damn curse.

"Did you have to pick this one? Seriously? It's making my life so much harder than it needs to be right now."

"Hey, you were the one that made me a sex slave when I was turned into a horse."

"Like you really cared about that. And besides, I was still working to cure you of it the whole time. I didn't go selling you off to my sister, did I?"

"...No. And neither did I."

Draconicon shook his head. Semantics.

"So where the hell are we going? I have no idea where we are."

"It's a...a place that I know. I was there before, and the lady in charge might be strong enough to keep Drakina out."

"Fat chance of that."

"And she might be able to help you find all the guys you'd need to service in order to get past the curse."

The former dragon grumbled at that, but if there was a chance that he could get some help without going to a brothel, he would massively prefer that. It would at least keep him from feeling quite so dirty about his behavior.

They continued to walk through the back-alleys of the large city, having escaped from Drakina's mountain not too far from it. It was modern enough, though there were magical bursts of energy escaping from pieces of machinery, as if everything was a mix of magic and machine. The buildings housed gargoyles - real ones, not the statues that most people were used to - and Draconicon tried to avoid looking at them. He knew that most of those guys were pent up as all hell, and he didn't want the delay that'd come with their 'attentions'.

Despite the dirty looks that he was getting from above, the kitsune managed to follow his white dragon friend without incident. Soon, they were out of the side alleys, and on the steps leading up to a club. As soon as Draconicon looked up at the signs on it, he groaned, realizing both where they were going and where they were.

"We're in Aldscale, aren't we?"

"Yeah."

"And that's Latexia's Club."

"...Yeah."

"Well...you were right about one thing. She'll have the clientele."

They walked up the steps in a quick march, not daring to move any slower, but too cautious to move any faster. Draconicon looked over his shoulders almost constantly, scanning the skies for anything that might look like his sister. Thankfully, the night sky was bright with stars, so she wouldn't be able to just sneak up on them, but he couldn't shake his nervous feelings.

As they got closer to the doors, other individuals were walking down the stairs towards the city. Some of them were rougher, shoving them around, while others gave them rather lusty glances. Draconicon ducked his head, fighting the urges in his body. Drakina had left him nearly satisfied for the first time in all too long, but that wouldn't last much longer. Soon, just a steamy look would be enough to get him to bend over. He needed to make a deal while he was still clear-headed.

Draconicon took a deep breath as they reached the doors, and groaned. The smells of alcohol, sweat, and the synthetic, rubbery smell of latex mixed together to form a not altogether pleasant smell for the kitsune. Rubbing his nose, he looked over at Havok.

"This better work."

"Hey, it's gotta be better than being stuck with...her."

"Almost anything would be. Emphasis, almost."

They stepped through the doors, and into chaos.

Draconicon knew that Latexia's club was based off of her powers of latex generation and control, but it was an entirely new thing to see it. The walls seemed to pulse with the substance, and the lights that people danced to were more of a shimmer that reflected off of the smooth darkness. It lent the large open rooms a rippling sense of movement that anything else would have denied, and he almost felt dizzy as he walked into the room, his visual equilibrium shot all to hell.

Havok didn't seem to be much better as they walked past the small tables in the lobby towards the bar. Draconicon tried to ignore the way that the tables looked like posed people, and made his way to the bartender, a rounded individual with their back to him. The kitsune tapped the bar a few times to get their attention, but stopped as the bartender turned around.

She wasn't particularly imposing, but the fact that her skin seemed to be made of latex was all the clue that Draconicon needed to know who she was. He pulled his hands back from the bar immediately, barely avoiding getting his hands trapped inside of a pair of latex loops around the wrists. Havok, it turned out, wasn't quite so lucky, and couldn't pull back. The kitsune cleared his throat, keeping his tails down to keep unwelcome 'guests' from reaching towards his rump as the latex hippo turned towards him.

"Latexia, I assume?"

"Mmm, you assume correct, darling. What's brought you and your friend here to my little bar?"

"We're looking for a favor."

"Hmmm, now that's gonna cost a little more than a bottle would. What sort of favor are we talking?"

"Protection and...company."

"Company, hmmm?" The hippo's eyebrows - such as she could be said to have - went up as she chuckled. "Now that's an interesting request. What sort of company are you looking for, boys?"

"Just -"

"For both of us."

Havok's interruption startled him, and he looked down at the white dragon with an eyebrow raised. His friend shrugged.

"Hey, I got us stuck with that. I can at least go through this with you."

"...Are you sure that you're not the one hit with the slutty curse?"

"Just...take it for what it is, huh, Drac?"

The hippo chuckled, and Draconicon groaned as he realized that he'd said something that he probably shouldn't have. He opened his mouth to argue, but part of the bar shot through the air and slacked against his lips, forming a gag almost immediately. He tugged at it futilely as Latexia walked out around the bar.

"I don't think either of you need to worry too much about protection. Nobody dares break into my bar, not without bringing down hell from everyone else in the area. As for company...well, if you're having that much cum leak out of you, I doubt you'll lack for anything while you're here."

Draconicon was grateful enough for that. He would have been more grateful without that look in the hippo's eye as she got closer and closer to him.

"However, I do require payment from both of you. I think we can combine the two quite handily."

"How?"

The hippo turned around, arching an eyebrow at the white dragon.

"Hmm, I forgot I didn't gag you."

Latexia waved her hand, and a piece of her finger broke off. It shot through the air and splattered on the white dragon's snout. Draconicon shook his head as it rapidly spread out in a muzzle gag, holding his mouth open while keeping it encapsulated in latex framework running up and down the jawlines. That done, the hippo turned back to him.

"I have had a lack of good gloryhole bois lately. I think the two of you will fill in just fine. Particularly as they've been complaining about too much oral; having two good bois with their asses sticking out of the wall should keep my clients happy."

This is not what I meant when I was talking about -

He didn't get to finish his thought before the latex floor lurched under him, a pair of tendrils shoving his tails aside and getting under his basic clothes. Both slammed into his ass at once, and he immediately moaned through the gag, his eyes rolling back in his head as that inner slut was awoken again. His cock throbbed hard in his pants, and the hippo chuckled to herself, shaking her head.

"Definitely a slutty curse. You'll be a crowd favorite, I'm sure of that."

Chuckling to herself, the hippo pulled him - and a squirming Havok - towards one of the walls on the far side of the room. It was dimmer over there, and Draconicon could make out a couple of other people that were against the walls. No, not against, sticking out of. Their bellies and their sexes were covered in latex, keeping them hidden, but their asses were well exposed, and shiny with lube.

He hated how his cock throbbed at that idea, particularly as he was pushed against the wall as well. His clothes melted off, as his hands pushed through the latex like it was some sort of syrup. Soon, his head was buried in it, as well as much of his upper body. The only thing that let him breathe were a pair of tubes that went up to the ceiling, bringing air down through the wall to him.

As latex crept up his legs, he felt someone slathering lube over his ass, and a finger sliding in. He could barely even moan at that, though he could hear a faint voice from the other side as he was immobilized.

"Well, someone certainly did a number on you two. I'll have to find clients who can do just as well."

Draconicon really wished that idea didn't sound so good.

The End