The Delta Worlds Archivehttps://library.prismdragon.net/2022-11-05T00:00:00-05:00Morning Walk (R-18)2022-11-05T00:00:00-05:002022-11-05T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2022-11-05:/morning-walk.html<p>Echoes of soft growls bounced from wall to wall as I entered the stable behind my home. She hadn’t been with me long, but the dragoness that laid out on her straw mat was giving me her usual lustful gaze. Green eyes were locked onto me as I plodded …</p><p>Echoes of soft growls bounced from wall to wall as I entered the stable behind my home. She hadn’t been with me long, but the dragoness that laid out on her straw mat was giving me her usual lustful gaze. Green eyes were locked onto me as I plodded across the dirt floor, focused by the blinders of her bridle, while her wide mouth was wrapped and gagged by a rubber bit and muzzle.</p>
<p>A Night Fury, in all her black-scaled glory. It took me four months to track down a world with one I could get hold of, and another two weeks to gain her trust. Of course, I couldn’t see her clawed feet for the massive custom hoof boots she wore—boots she’d pretty much stolen from my stash shortly after arriving—but I knew she wasn’t a threat to me. She liked me too much.</p>
<p>I gave Leah a pat on the head, and the squirming within her rubber bodysuit resulted in several squeaks of happiness with every sweep of her tail. She knew what was coming. We’d been through it a few times already.</p>
<p>My hands gripped the harness on her head, and my new pet brought herself low to let me slip my legs over her shoulders. Then, her head came up, and the magical effect of my abilities flowed swiftly between us. The soft yellow glow was warm, and before we knew it, I could hear her thoughts, feel her emotions, speaking at a primal level within my mind.</p>
<p>Moans passed through our lips in unison, and my vision began to expand. Two eyes above, two eyes below. A narrow snout with a long tongue licking along its lips, and a wide muzzled face happily wrapped in rubber and metal.</p>
<p>I took a few steps forward as the light faded, hoofboots clopping against the hardened soil and straw. My tail swayed side to side with each movement, the sound of my bodysuit sending pleasurable shivers down my lengthened spine. My bound lower wings were tight against my body, while my upper wings spread out in glee.</p>
<p>A merged being. A <em>jakoĉa</em>… Centaur-like in nature, with her face between our shared forelegs, locked forward and under my control. Leah could only see and hear and smell, with no way of moving us herself. Just a passenger. Something she didn’t mind at all.</p>
<p>We went through the doors, just in time for our morning walk. After all, we both needed to keep in shape.</p>
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<p>The skater slowed herself down and came to a stop just in front of one of the alleyways, heel brakes planting against the concrete. She was right next to one of the Bridgestar stores, so she felt safe enough to take a break there.</p>
<p>After a short roll to sit on a nearby dumpster, the white reptile gave a soft sigh of relief. She’d been dripping for at least an hour, with her rather sizable shaft and melon-sized balls soaked with pre under the rubber shorts, the outside coated in a sticky film of cock goo. With little hesitation, she wrapped those paw gloves around her shaft and began to massage it with one, the other gathering up some of her juices to enjoy.</p>
<p>But as she gulped down some of her precum, she noticed another being approaching her from the darkness. A black lion drone, its green glowing lines giving her just enough vision to see what it was. Squeaky latex from head to toe, with similar paw gloves to her own, and heavy boots in place of feet. Its face, locked in a static hood that flowed into its one piece body suit, had an open sex toy mouth at the front of its short snout, along with red lenses for eyes just above. And along one arm, she saw a glowing identifier: <em><span class="caps">L10N</span>-1221</em></p>
<p>Tera said nothing as 1221 walked toward her, not really thinking much of them. At least, not until it stopped and placed its paws against her shoulders. Within seconds, its faux lips pressed against hers, the drone forcing itself onto the dragoness as swiftly as it could. Not that Tera seemed to mind, though. She relaxed under the more dominant feline’s aggression, going so far as to even slip her tongue into the toy hole before her.</p>
<p>That was her first mistake. The second was to spread her legs, allowing the drone to press and grind its bulge against her covered shaft.</p>
<p>The two continued making out, Tera holding her paws up in an almost begging pose against her chest. But as they separated, the dragoness found herself changed. Her snout had shrank down to that of her clothing’s motif, becoming just as squeaky as that of the lion, while her lips opened up into the same ribbed orifice as theirs, locking into the middle of a smooth and otherwise featureless muzzle. Her eyes seemed to close for a moment, returning as a pair of unmoving glowing blue lenses, and soon after, a pair of filter cans began to form, jutting from the sides of her face like a gas mask, just as the drone’s did.</p>
<p>More rubber flowed out from the new headpiece, engulfing the helmet and giving her feline ears in place of her horns. Her mask melded into the shirt, which itself flowed down to the gloves and shorts, then to her skates, making them all one piece from head to toe, to her new tube-like tiger tail. Even pads began appearing on her elbows and knees, completing the look that she had started. No zipper, no opening. Not even a suit. Just a faceless drone, synthetic to the core, with no escape from its fate.</p>
<p>Reaching down, the skater drone ran a paw along her groin, only to look down and discover that there was nothing there. Her shaft and balls were gone, replaced with a smooth surface. Not even a bulge like the lion, but a patch of sensitive nothingness, squirking as she fruitlessly rubbed into it. It made her shiver, and mentally moan out in bliss, but the pressure did nothing but build. The more she rubbed, the more she squeezed with those useless paws, the more she felt it course through her with nowhere else to go.</p>
<p>Before long, the lion pressed its paws against Tera’s filters, carefully unscrewing the pair of round pieces. In their place, a pair of hoses were connected, and her back jutted out into a backpack on its own. The scent and taste of her own seed from before began filling her senses, along with a strong aphrodisiac that only served to make her even more horny with every breath she took. Horny, and barely able to think for herself.</p>
<p>Glowing blue stripes appeared to finish off the new tigerdrone’s change, and with them, she got to her skates, standing almost at attention before the one who converted her. <em><span class="caps">L10N</span>-1221</em> turned, walking back down the alleyway, and just behind him, <em><span class="caps">T1G3R</span>-3855</em> followed. Obedient, and willingly so, even without having been hypnotized like most drones were. She didn’t mind playing along. Not when there was fun to be had, or more potential friends to be made, willing or not.</p>
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<p>But, as I rounded a corner toward the west, an unexpected sight caught my eye. A vinyl anthro Charmeleon was strolling through the area. One that I didn’t quite recognize. Like me, he wore absolutely nothing, leaving his massive cock swaying out in the open air. In fact, aside from an air valve on his belly, that was the only defining feature of the lizard. He did wear a small leather band with Butterfly Kingdom kink charms around his neck, and the words pop slut were stamped into it with metal lettering.</p>
<p>“Hey!” I calmly called out as I approached him, watching as the intruder turned to look at my. His eyes immediately went to my groin, before moving back up toward my eyes. “How’d you get here? My private worlds aren’t on the normal portal networks.”</p>
<p>“<span class="caps">ARCC</span> system said this was Ingir City on Graiben.” The Charmeleon replied, grinning softly as he shrugged. “Figured it wasn’t when I saw the ghost town, so I’ve been looking for a gate back for the last half hour.”</p>
<p>The story actually sounded plausible. “Ah. Well, if you’re in a hurry, there’s a gate to the south, out on Garos Lane.”</p>
<p>“Thanks.” He held out a hand. “Theris Ingo, by the way. Sorry about trespassing.”</p>
<p>“TeraDyne Hitokage-Ezeri,” I replied, shaking his clawed hand, “and don’t worry about it. That said, you’re a pop slut, huh? As in you like going boom, or making others go boom?”</p>
<p>Theris’s grin widened, his arms folding in front of his chest. “Yes.”</p>
<p>“Hyper sized holdouts, or quick cum puddles?”</p>
<p>That really made his eyes light up, and I could see that shaft of his growing firmer by the second. “You’re speaking my language. Personally, I don’t care. So long as I get turned into a puddle, or they do, I’m fine with it. I’ll even use air hoses, or inflate ‘em with a blow job, just so long as they fly apart in a mess of cum, or bare scraps, or go toony and leave parts being. And with my abilities, they usually come back in about half a minute tops.”</p>
<p>I chuckled as I sat down on a concrete barrier near the edge of the road. He swiftly joined me, straddling the piece between his legs. And from that view, I could see the red Open Invitation charm on his collar. That seemed appropriate.</p>
<p>“Sounds like you’d make a good friend to have for some of my own popping moods. I like going full-tilt, or getting popped chamber-by-chamber if I’m in a form that allows it.”</p>
<p>Theris nodded, but before he could respond, I had already turned myself and lowered my head. One hand flipped open the air valve on his belly, and my lips wrapped around the plastic stem, pushing air into the already slightly inflated gut it was connected to. The sound of rushing gas echoed through him, and with my large ears, it was turning me on something fierce.</p>
<p>“Aaaaahh… You’re eager!” He exclaimed above me, a sigh of ecstasy coloring his words. “I like that. You like getting called degrading things, like cheap vinyl and pop scraps?”</p>
<p>I gave a quick nod of my own, hands gripping around his ball-like midsection.</p>
<p>“Good. So do I.”</p>
<p>I kept going, pushing air into his belly until he had to lie back against the top of the barrier from how engorged he was, before I stopped and closed the valve again. He opened his mouth to obviously complain about not finishing him off, but I simply grinned and pressed a claw into that taut vinyl of his. A soft boom spread out from that tiny point, and in seconds, he went from red Charmeleon balloon to a heap of tattered remains, flapping around until they landed on the ground around me. Surprisingly, his limbs were still intact, as were his head and cock, his face frozen in shock from the moment he exploded.</p>
<p>I took the copy of Theris’s collar that was left behind, slipping it around my neck. While I waited for my new friend to reform, I picked up his pieces and put them into my dimensional storage, deflating each of the still-whole pieces for good measure. They’d make for a nice kinky partial to wear later, when I wasn’t an inflatable myself.</p>
<p>Soon enough, there was a glow on the ground nearby, and Theris appeared again in a new body, complete with a new collar. And upon opening his eyes to see me, that grin from before returned.</p>
<p>Before I had the chance to say anything, his puffy clawed hands reached up and grabbed hold of the handles on my hips, pulling me down to the ground with him. And after that, I felt him flip open the valve underneath my stubby tail, pressing his lips into the stem. The rush of air was deafening within my head, and I couldn’t help but moan out from the sensations coursing through my body.</p>
<p>Just as I did to him, he slowly began to inflate me, wave by wave. My arms and legs growing just as much as everything else did. And little by little, I could hear myself creak as vinyl began to stretch.</p>
<p>I lost my ability to move my legs, then any chance of bending over. My arms, stuck out ahead of me, immobilized by the growing pressure, and my cock and balls turning almost as big as Theris himself. I had to easily dwarf him, even if I couldn’t exactly see down there through my skin. Skin so taut that it was turning more translucent with every breath he put into me.</p>
<p>The creaking grew louder and louder, and the blissful pulses were overwhelming. Then, just as I felt myself begin to leak from my shaft, a brief loud bang, and darkness.</p>
<p>When I came to, my first sight was Theris standing over me, happily wearing the tatters of my arms and hands as shoulder-length gloves. Without warning, he shuddered softly as jizz poured out of his shaft, splashing down onto my face and body. However, I wasted no time in slipping my lips down that rod of his. Then, he went down, wrapping his arms around my lower body as he started to tease my leaking shaft as well.</p>
<p>And just like before, I felt myself begin to fill, this time with his seed. Likewise, he had me caught in a constant orgasm as well, my own hose pumping out spunk into his snout as well. Slowly growing bigger, with air replaced by each other’s fluids.</p>
<p>Seconds…</p>
<p>Minutes…</p>
<p>Nothing but the squeaks and slorps of our forms, and each other’s moans to drive ourselves deeper into bliss.</p>
<p>The time ticked on, with nothing stopping our churn. Limbs flopping out as they became too fat and heavy to move. His tail splatting down over my face like a water balloon, its warmth being one hell of an amazing feeling. Our maws stretching out, having to deal with the growing shafts and balls as they too filled from the inside.</p>
<p>Our shared creaking grew louder and louder, drowning out everything else around us. Then, once again, a momentary crack of thundering boom, and darkness.</p>
<p>A bit of time passed before the two of us woke up together. I was lying on top of Theris, still wearing a copy of his collar, the two of us plopped into the middle of a hefty pool of cum as we floated on top of it. My new Charmeleon friend smiled up at me, hands gripping my shoulder handles.</p>
<p>“Oh, we’re definitely gonna get along just fine.” He said, before leaning up and surprising me with a bit of a kiss. “Perfectly fine.”</p>
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<p>The more I sat there, the more it bothered me. So, I did what I’d normally do to fix the issue: I opened my toychest. The box was fairly large, filled with more adult toys than I really knew what to do with. There were plenty of transformative pieces in it as well, many of which I’d never had the chance to try out. Latex, plastic, plush… Too many to count, really.</p>
<p>Digging through, I came across pieces that actually made me pause. Brown plastic arms, with molded ball joints, and molded mitten hands that were barely articulated. The legs were just beneath them, with molded boot-like feet, no toes at all, and the same joints where expected. Seemed like they belonged to a full suit of some sort, though. I glanced over toward the closet, and sure enough, the body and head were sitting on top of a box, right out in the open.</p>
<p>After pulling them out and placing all of the pieces out on Mistress’s bed, I grabbed one of the legs and slipped it over my left limb. As soon as my foot touched the bottom, my hands pressed the top section over my thigh and hip. The second leg went on the same way, and it didn’t take long to figure out what kind of transformation they were made for. The ball joints that replaced my actual joints were clue enough.</p>
<p>I soon pulled the body over my torso, and reached each hand into their respective arms. A rush of cold passed over me, with my shoulders, elbows, and wrists turning into the same plastic ball joints as my hips. I no longer had individual fingers on my hands. Just folding thumbs, and a folding wide <em>digits</em> that were molded to look like two wide fingers combined into one. Everything but my <em>fingers</em> could spin and bend freely, in completely inorganic ways.</p>
<p>An action figure. A plastic doll. A literal toy anthro Cubone.</p>
<p>My mobility wasn’t the best, and I couldn’t really bend down with my plastic trunk. It only folded so far back and forth, but I could twist it as freely as my limbs. To the point that my upper body was backwards to my lower body.</p>
<p>The head sat on the bed next to me as my jointed tail flexed, giving me just enough articulation to sit down. I could feel a rubber-lined hole just on the underside of it, and down on my groin, I could see a plastic cock standing at attention, sitting in a sheath with molded balls. There were also a pair of very phallic rubber-and-plastic bone clubs on my hips, attached to small prongs that stuck out from my waist. The bondage pieces were probably still in the toybox…</p>
<p>Memories were already flooding back to me. I’d bought the suit when it went on sale, just cause Mistress teased about having me decorate her desk for a few weeks. She ended up using the shrink mode to <em>play</em> with me on a stream, using my own bone clubs like dildos, and getting her kinky Renamon figure and using it to hump me till I came in her hand. Stuck as a toy for three months, but I loved every second of it.</p>
<p>My hand clattered against my cock, wrapping around the shaft as best it could. There was no real give in the plastic that made up my limbs, but I managed to get a bit of a rhythm going, moving my wrist and lower arm up and down while my hand sort of grasped my member. It was enough to make me shiver and moan, with thoughts of that first day of using the suit becoming fresher in my head.</p>
<p>Memories of Mistress putting everything but the head onto me, before leaning down and wrapping her goatwah lips around my cock. Head bobbing up and down along its length, slowly and methodically. Normally, I’d be a twitchy mess, but the suit made that almost impossible. I was stable. <em>Posed</em>, for Mistress’s use as she enjoyed the taste of her toy.</p>
<p><em>Nnnngh!!</em></p>
<p>A moan poured through my lips as synthcum shot from the tip of my rod, splattering onto the still unwashed sheets beneath me, onto my arm, and even some on my chest. The orgasm was intense, but <em>damn</em> did I need it.</p>
<p><em>Nnnnngh…</em></p>
<p>I wasn’t panting… Hell, my body had pretty much instantly recovered. I was ready to go again, just like a toy should be.</p>
<p>Reaching over, I gripped a cumrag from the pile as best I could and cleaned myself off, getting whatever I had access to off of me. Then, I grabbed the head and slipped it over my own, snout diving into the dark abyss first.</p>
<p>The effect was immediate. My vision spread out a bit as the view of the permanently attached skull mask came into focus, its white broad snout covering most of the lower part of what I could see. I could only open and close my jaw on its hinge, exposing the rubber-lined opening just inside, but it wasn’t like I’d be doing any talking like this. And much like the rest of my joints, my head was on a ball joint, allowing it to freely swivel in most directions, including backwards.</p>
<p>The clattering of plastic echoed through the air as I laid back on Mistress’s bed, enjoying the rush of energy, even in a lasting afterglow. Maybe she’d play with me once she got home. Wouldn’t mind being her plaything again…</p>
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<p>Today had been a fun one. Even since going back to doing <span class="caps">JOS</span> gigs on my own, I’d been fulfilling a lot of the more <em>personal</em> requests that showed up. A night with a living cake here, a couple romps with a demon there, some time with someone …</p><p><em>Mmph…</em></p>
<p>Today had been a fun one. Even since going back to doing <span class="caps">JOS</span> gigs on my own, I’d been fulfilling a lot of the more <em>personal</em> requests that showed up. A night with a living cake here, a couple romps with a demon there, some time with someone’s favorite <em>fictional</em> character on occasions… Things I could just enjoy on my own time. But today was a fun one.</p>
<p>I walked into the shower at my home, two orifaces still dripping with cum down below. My yellow rubbery Renadrone hide had been well used for the last twenty standard hours, and the black boots and tri-finger gloves were still somewhat white from it all. I should’ve just taken off the TransSuit, but it still felt rather nice to be in that form.</p>
<p>Trapped… Somewhat helpless… Mute aside from muffled digitized moans, and the squeaking of my body. A holopack on my back, so someone could program me to their desires, even remodeling me to a limited degree. And of course, the ability to turn others into drones, which I used for the day-long party.</p>
<p>I could almost still feel the lead Wargreydrone’s cock deep in my womb, pumping it full of synthcum as he handled me like nothing more than an object. Then he had me transferred into the onahole attachment and fucked me that way, while my empty body got used for various automated footjobs, handjobs, and blowjobs.</p>
<p>Part of me didn’t want that party to be over.</p>
<p>Once I’d cleaned off and gotten out of my suit, I looked back over at the collection of drone outfits that the others used, still piled up and waiting for cleaning. One by one, they were put onto the racks and pushed into the automated cleaning system, at least until I got to the BlackWargreymon. No, that one wasn’t going in.</p>
<p>I opened up the back zipper, then pulled the legs over my own, before slipping my arms into the suit’s. I didn’t even need to reach back, as once the head was over mine, it sealed itself tight around me.</p>
<p>My breathing shifted as the twin filter cans on the helmet took over, forcing the air to be colored by a strong aphrodisiac with every inhalation. A taste of the previous wearer’s cum was just as strong in my static maw, seemingly stuck there in an almost permanent state. It all made the erect dildo between my legs stand out even more as I caressed it in gauntlets that covered my clawed hands.</p>
<p>In the mirror nearby, I could see myself. Eyes nothing more than purple lenses, and a barcode and warnings printed onto the surface of the armor that made my hide. None of it removable, but I didn’t need it to be. I was nothing more than a drone. A mass-produced synthetic being, designed to give pleasure to whomever wanted it.</p>
<p>Nameless. Faceless. Made to be used. And damn did that mentality make me all the more horny just thinking about it.</p>
<p>Instead of heading to the shower like I’d usually do, I wandered into the room full of my own personal drones and stepped up onto one of the cleaning platforms. The various red gryphons under my control were floating above their charging pads, asleep for the most part, but it felt…interesting to think they might be watching me. Observing me as the sonic waves cleaned all of the sweat and cum off my rubber body and OMNICore pack.</p>
<p>When the cycle was done, I stepped down, footsteps feeling heavier somehow. The core was fully charged, so perhaps I was just getting used to my larger, more muscular build underneath it all. A more powerful build…</p>
<p>That was all the encouragement I needed. After tapping a few buttons on my bedroom’s computer, I sat out once again, a new directive in mind.</p>
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<p>The Rose Line trains were running light, but the aft-most car that I usually preferred had one other person in it. A male white fox, sitting back on a bench seat as he played with himself, enjoying the perks that came with trains that linked the various Red Districts. Sex, exhibitionism, finding an Open Invitation charm bearer to play with… They were plentiful.</p>
<p>As I took a seat of my own, the train departed from the station, and soon enough, the fox rose to his feet, approaching me. I could see his eyes dart toward the collar I bore, and a glint of red from my Open Invitation charm shined in them rather clearly. He was getting ideas.</p>
<p>After a moment, he crouched down in front of me, snout immediately going toward my crotch. His lips pressed against the tip of my thick draconic dildo, then slid down the sensitive shaft rather expertly. Tongue lapping against the smooth surface as if eagerly trying to clean it, all the way down to the knotted base.</p>
<p>I had turned off my ability to shudder or moan as part of the dominatrix program, but the deep digitized rumble of satisfaction that echoed from my snout seemed to perk up the guy’s mood, and ears. He went to town on my cock, and I relaxed where I was, one gauntlet coming off and lying next to me as that hand kept loose against the back of his head. Then the other gauntlet came off, and I grabbed the leash attached to his collar. An eager fox, and I was happy to oblige his lust.</p>
<p>Second after second, he pleasured me, obviously knowing I wouldn’t cum with the lock icon on my balls. But as he enjoyed the taste of vinyl dildo, he was caressing his own shaft as well, tail wagging behind his back.</p>
<p>After a bit, I felt jizz spill out against my large feet as my little friend shuddered and moaned against my cock. His orgasm hit hard, but the look of pure bliss on his face was priceless. The thing was, he had another look in his eyes as well: longing.</p>
<p>While his maw was still locked around my rod, I gripped the back of his head just a bit. Rubber flowed from the pool my core held, and began to wrap around the fox like a cool stream of fluid. Blackness all around, molding itself to suit him.</p>
<p>It started around his head, features slowly beginning to appear in the form of white eye lenses, some white markings just underneath them, and white tips on his ears. Then his hands, merging into white tri-digit paws, while a puffy white fluff <em>collar</em> wrapped around his neck. Red sleeves with yin-and-yang symbols soon formed as well, and his chest became white rubber, surrounded by black.</p>
<p>His white paw feet became a bit larger, while everything about his digitgrade ankles turned black, and a pair of swirling orb markings appeared on his thighs. His tail soon joined in, black with a white tip, and some protrusions near his shoulders completed the basic form of a Renamon.</p>
<p>To finish his transformation, I watched as the molded maw of his mask opened up, an onahole appearing at the tip, while a pair of circular filter cans took their places on the sides of his vulpine snout. His cock became hardened once again, with a larger rod and thicker knot, and an anal onahole opened up beneath his tail. And for the final touch, a core like my own formed along his back, turning on its programming to make him a nice Renadrone.</p>
<p>The fox stood up slowly, almost robotically so, as the core began taking control of him. I could sense his libido skyrocket, and it wasn’t because of the aphrodisiac flowing into his air supply. He was enjoying every moment of the change, even if he didn’t have the ability to show it directly at the time.</p>
<p>I assigned him a serial number from my own servers, and <span class="caps">RENA</span>-221192 came online, waiting for orders. I had him sit while I uploaded some programs and scripts, but in the small <em>chatspace</em> within each of our HUDs, we began having a conversation a nearly light speed. Mostly about how I’d just hit a few dozen buttons of his.</p>
<p>Turned out the guy was homeless and wandering Omega after being denied citizenship in the Butterlfy Kingdom, mostly living by turning tricks to earn some Omen for food and supplies. I offered to make him a more permanent part of my cadre of drones, and surprisingly, he accepted.</p>
<p>With that decision made, I activated the semi-permanent mode for <em>its</em> transformation, then changed its groin up a bit. 192’s dildo slowly shrank back into its sheath, before that and his balls both disappeared into a smooth slick spot between its legs, signified only by a padlock icon displayed in white where they once were. A soft groping showed 192 that there was still quite a bit of pleasure to be gotten from the nothingness down there.</p>
<p>Of course, I’m much more of a casual domme, so once the programming was done, I let 192 relax again. Its new barcode and serial number was displayed along each arm, and their first order of business was to put their earbuds back in to listen to their music.</p>
<p>I couldn’t help but chuckle. They were still thinking like an organic. So, I took the media device and held up a claw to get 192’s attention. Once their lenses were pointed toward me, I reached back onto their core and pulled a standard audio cable from it, plugging the device into both it and the configurable power supply jack in one of the hardware bays. I didn’t need to see a moving face to know they were somewhat surprised, but realizing just how convenient their new body was, they relaxed next to me.</p>
<p>Slipping my gauntlets back on, I wrapped one arm around 192’s shoulders, pulling them over to lean against my body for the trip. Sex was nice, but companionship was just as enjoyable.</p>
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<p><em>F3:21:8D:31:22 - ⇋ 95e0:59a3:c255:69ef:e37e:fb00:c6c0:6f6f</em></p>
<p>I looked at the glowing symbols on my wide arm. That’s right… Some of the team had decided to lock me in a Zekrom lovedoll TransSuit, and connected me to the OmNI network.</p>
<p>I had the shield-like wide guards over my mittened hands and arms, and wings sprouting from my shoulders, each with their own handles built in. I had a smooth chest, leading down to a low groin with wide hips, and a pair of three-toed stompers that stayed partially bent. The tail was a massive conical generator with a few spikes near the tip, held on with a thinner stalk just above an open silicone-lined tailhole, itself just behind a generic vaginal onahole.</p>
<p>Getting to my feet with a soft squeak, I stared into the mirror with an eyeless gaze. Looking back was a stock Zekrom doll. Black and grey from head to toe, aside from a pulsing blue glow inside the tail, and along a ring and tip around the outside. My head held a single horn, with the tip pulsing in time with a blue glow of its own, while my angular face and broad pointed snout was tipped with a black silicone opening for a <em>mouth</em>.</p>
<p>Just a generic Alpha-tier blank doll. Not even the typical smile around the mawhole. Not even a vocalizer to talk with. No one would know who I really was just looking at me.</p>
<p><em>F3:21:8D:31:20</em></p>
<p>The timer along my right arm ticked away. Slowly counting down how long I had left before the zipper reappeared. Ten and a three-quarters hours, Shiromori standard temporal cadence. Clever, encoding it as a simple hexadecimal math problem. Probably didn’t think I’d figure out you had to sum the chunks and convert to minutes.</p>
<p>With a mental chuckle, I put on my usual collar and made my way out of the house, bouncing slightly with every step. I felt light, so I was likely inflatable, with a valve placed somewhere that I couldn’t see. Not that it mattered. Especially with the knotted inflatable dildo that I felt in a cavity in my groin, hidden behind a nice rubber-lined slit. I wasn’t <em>just</em> limited to a hole in my crotch to get off with for once.</p>
<p>It just felt <em>nice</em> to be something so simple.</p>
<p>Before long, I made my way to the <span class="caps">ARCC</span> portal down the street, and through the silvery liquid gateway that connected my home world to other planets in the network. From the sunrise over my city of Grythosi, I passed into the midday rush in Barrow Falls, off on the world of Aurumera.</p>
<p>The Red District was as busy as ever with the sun overhead. Beings of all kinds walked along the sidewalks, as the typical vehicular morphs went along the inner roads, and aeromorphs and flyers wandered the skyways overhead.</p>
<p>Unfortunately for me, I felt someone grab one of my wing handles not three steps off the portal podium, dragging me away like a common toy. Not that I really minded, given I wore my <em>Open Invitation</em> collar charm for that specific effect.</p>
<p>Once they’d stopped and looked me over, I could see who had grabbed me. Another cheap Alpha-tier love doll like myself, only a generic pink wolf with heart-shaped paw pads on their mitten hands. Blank face with minimal markings around the muzzle, and a red mouth opening. Obviously no vocalizer, so they weren’t going to be saying anything.</p>
<p>Before long, they pulled me away again, this time into one of the nearby role-play clubs that dotted the area. One of the <em>toy shop</em> clubs, to be exact. Several other dolls were in display cases, frozen in place in the front window, while others were posed along the shop floor, wrapped around mannequins, deflated and put into boxes, and some wearables even hanging from hangers and racks.</p>
<p>As I found myself dragged into the back, I came face-to-face with a well-known being of interest, sitting atop an inflatable throne. The blank-faced green dragon was obviously staring at me, and I could feel its invisible grin as the wolf put me down on one knee before the <em>king</em>.</p>
<p>Molkor Ulencha. A self-made kingpin of toy shop clubs in the area. I couldn’t say it was a bad toy, as it looked after everyone that was pulled in, but they had a stranglehold on the area as far as such spaces went.</p>
<p>The dragon adjusted the inflatable crown attached to its head, then looked down until its snout was right above my face. Not in a threatening way, but more like it was examining me. Observing me.</p>
<p>I didn’t care. Within seconds, I’d leaned forward, taking Molkor’s shiny dildo into my mawhole like a proper slut. The dragon gripped my wing handles almost instinctively as my head bobbed up and down along that shaft, shuddering as much as I did as sensitive latex flesh squeaked against vinyl lining.</p>
<p>Molkor gripped harder, thrusting into my face as my snout collapsed into itself with each press of its body, making me feel the outline of its groin. The older model toy couldn’t take the pressure for long, though. It shuddered hard, and my maw suddenly filled with synthcum as ropes upon ropes of the stuff sprayed deep within my body.</p>
<p>A few more strands got me on the face as it pulled out, but I could sense its satisfaction. They’d been rather pent up, and I was more than happy to help it deal with it.</p>
<p>One of Molkor’s guards wiped my face off, and as much as I enjoyed gazing out through a nice film of jizz, it was appreciated. But then Molkor did something unexpected. I felt my collar being removed, only for another to be put in its place. A pink one holding a heart-shaped tag that simply read <em>Molkor’s Toy,</em> which I could see in my reflection on Molkor’s shined chest. At least, until it merged with my neck, becoming the only painted detail in that area. Didn’t even need a padlock to seal it onto me.</p>
<p>Seemed I got more than just its trust.</p>
<p>Not that I’d complain, mind you. Being a slutty fucktoy owned by a major kink kingpin wasn’t new to me, and admittedly, the thought of being under Molkor’s feet was fiercely turning me on. But I also knew it didn’t keep its toys for long, usually letting them go after only a day. I just wondered how long they’d keep <em>me</em>.</p>
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<p>Today, I was standing out on the floor of a newer Bridgestar store that had just opened, while some of the newer employees were trained in how we handled stocking and displaying product on the shelves. Shirohoshi followed the idea that aesthetics were just as important as organization, so everyone had to pay attention to who everthing was put out, on top of the actual product count itself.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mistress Ezeri?”</p>
<p>My Cobalion hooves squeaked softly as I turned around, only to find one of our newer recruits walking up to me. Janet, one of the younger white hyena clerks, was pushing a cart with some boxes stacked on it. She looked slightly lost.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but Mistress Elaina just got called away.” Her voice was as crackly as most her age that I knew, though she held herself quite proudly. “I can’t find these products anywhere on the planogram. Do they go on the second floor, maybe?”</p>
<p>Kneeling down to check the product IDs, I compared them to the diagram that was hanging from the side of the basket. Sure enough, they weren’t on it. And even after pulling out my own copy of the upper floor layout, I couldn’t see where they were supposed to go.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>No, they’re not up there, either. Hold on…” I said, putting my tablet away into a hidden pocket along my back. My wide tri-digit hands gripped the perforated edge of a box and opened it. Water bottles…? “Oh! These go in the café near the south entrance. Come on, I’ll show you.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Thanks.”</p>
<p>As we took the short walk over, Janet started asking something that I wasn’t expecting.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Um… Sorry if this is out of left field, but… I’ve gotta ask. What’s it like to be a living sex doll?” I could see her blush as she spoke. “I mean…”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>It’s fine.” I told her, helping to stopping the cart in front of the shelf that we needed to be at. “That’s a question most of us are trained to answer for customers, so you’re in good company asking about it.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Ah! Okay.”</p>
<p>While she got to work with stocking the bottles, I began handing them to her. “So… First of all, having vinyl or latex skin is a hell of a trip. Especially the first time you go out for a walk in the rain. It just runs off of you like it’s nothing, and you don’t even have to worry about an umbrella or anything.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>But isn’t it a bit uncomfortable, being forced to smile like that all the time?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You get used to it.” I handed her a few more, feeling along the molded static snout I had. “It only took me a few days to tune it out, but I’ll admit that it felt like I had a gag glued in there for a while. Talking was difficult, but once you drop your muscle memory, it gets much easier. And even if you’re a model with painted eyes or a static expression, you just kinda forget about showing anything with your face or eyes. Makes you a bit harder to read for most people, though.”</p>
<p>She nodded, looking back at me long enough to grab the last couple pieces from the first box, and then opening the second for me. “Did people give you grief for it when you started taking that form?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah.” Started passing her more product. “Hell, I still run into people like that. Same with just being lawfully nude in public. Even with laws stopping it across the Alliance, you get individuals who just want to enforce their ideologies. I had to learn to ignore them.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>What about people grabbing you on the street in the Red Districts?”</p>
<p>I shrugged. “I almost always wear an Open Invitation charm when I’m out, so it doesn’t bother me. But yeah, you get people like that from time to time. You either have to point out their mistake, or slap them down if they don’t stop, and trust me, I’ve seen some rather powerful beings gasp in pain from a hard smack across the face from a rubber synth.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I bet.” Janet paused, getting to her feet after putting the last row of bottles into place. “But how many take that sort of form just for the form? Like, breaking out and doing it just because they like looking like that, and not the sex that can come with it?”</p>
<p>I couldn’t help but chuckle. “More that you’d think. Several years ago, I ran into a kid who wasn’t quite a legal adult yet, but he got himself a lovedoll TransSuit through his father. Turned out his boyfriend’s older brother had their own set of suits, and both he and his boyfriend wore some of them rather regularly. He felt more comfortable in that state than he did as an organic.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Did he get in trouble for doing it, though?” She asked, giving me a look of concern. “Like, he was underage, wasn’t he?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh yeah, by about four years. But no, he didn’t get punished for it. Not by his father, or the social department. His body was his own.” I stopped long enough to help Janet with putting the cardboard into the reclamation system for processing. “His school life turned to hell thanks to the teachers, but that was going to happen regardless. We shut that middle school down completely for what they did, and both teens went on to finish their remaining homeschooling in only a year.”</p>
<p>There was a bit of a sudden quiet from her as we walked toward the back. “So… I’m still a couple months away from adulthood. Could I legally get a love doll TransSuit for a permanent transformation if it meant I’d be happier?”</p>
<p>I waited until we were behind closed doors before I spoke up again. “Happier in what way? And I mean that as a legitimate question.”</p>
<p>The awkward pause came back, this time a bit briefer.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well… I <em>might</em> have been using one of my brother’s tiger doll suits that he left behind when he moved. I’ll admit, I’d never felt so…<em>free</em>, until I was in it. Like I was meant to be that way.”</p>
<p>That came as a shock to me, but the question had to be asked. “Like you’re finally yourself, instead of being in someone else’s skin?” She nodded, and I couldn’t help but mentally smile as brightly as the static one on my physical face. “So you knew what it’s like, but you wanted a bit of confirmation. Is that it?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>How long have you been doing this?” I asked, trying to gauge her reactions.</p>
<p>She rubbed the back of her head nervously. “For the last several months. I’m a homeschooler living on my own, so I don’t worry about taking it off unless I have to go out to do something.”</p>
<p>This presented me with a bit of a dilemma. One I could easily solve, but I’d need a bit of help.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Alright. You’re officially done for the day.” I opened the door, stopping only long enough to finish my thought. “Clock out, head home to shower, and bring the suit you’ve been wearing. Take the local <span class="caps">ARCC</span> portal to Shirohoshi <span class="caps">HQ</span>, and you’ll wanna ride the elevator to the fifty-fifth floor. There’s someone I’d like you to meet with.”</p>
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<p>It was a couple hours before Janet walked through the door to my personal office, a messenger bag strapped across her shoulder. Being the company president had its perks, and a private space for important discussions was one of them. Another perk was hopefully about to take place.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Janet?” I said, walking over to her and motioning toward my desk. “I’d like you to meet Aika, head of the Synth Training division here at Shirohoshi. Aika, this is Janet Rolino. She works at the Bridgestar out in Dire Oaks.”</p>
<p>The hyena’s eyes gazed over at the snow leopard-taur that sat up before her. A love doll as well, Aika had the same type of molded-smile static mouth, expressive eyes, mitten hands, and printed latex body as me, being a similar tier model. She was also very tall, but her eyes showed a softness to them.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>A pleasure.” Aika said, holding out a hand to shake. Something which Janet seemed to do enthusiastically. “Tera told me about your conversation. I might be able to help you out.”</p>
<p>The change in Janet’s expression was almost instantaneous, from excited to almost unbeleiving. “How…?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I want you to put the suit on, in front of me.” Aika folded her arms across her chest. “I need to see how it affects you mentally. And trust me, even your nerves won’t be able to hide your true reaction. Not from me.”</p>
<p>Janet hesitated, but I was sure she knew she’d be safe around us. Eventually, the suit went over her body, and the spine zipped up tight in her hand.</p>
<p>Where a hyena once stood, a tiger had taken her place. A pink tiger, with seamless black stripes across her body in the proper patterns, and a white belly and chest. Thicker paw-style hands flexed their digits, as did the digitgrade footpaws down below. And while she had the usual molded static smile and an onahole mouth, she also had the expressive eyes like ours, while molded ears stood permanently at attention on top of her head. Male and female genitals were down below, along with a pair of busty breasts that stuck out from her chest. The suit definitely made her <em>look</em> adult.</p>
<p>But it was the sigh of absolute relief that came from the newly-transformed doll that really caught our attention. I knew that sound… I’d heard it many times before.</p>
<p>Aika and I looked at each other, then toward Janet, with Aika stepping toward her.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh, you’re definitely one of us.” She said, putting a mittened hand on Janet’s shoulder. “There’s no mistaking that sigh.”</p>
<p>I stayed silent long enough to tap on the touch screen of my desk for a bit, filling out some info. “Alright Janet, here’s what’s going to happen. You’ll be getting a new <span class="caps">ID</span> with that tiger doll’s face. I’ve marked you as <em>in-trial</em> for a permanent change, so leave it on. I want you coming here for training with Aika’s team for the next few months, and if you’re still set on making the the transition, we’ll look into getting you a custom suit of your own design, if you want.”</p>
<p>The feline’s eyes lit up, both figuratively and literally, and her long tubular tail twitched with excitement. “Wait… Really!?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah.” I reached over and grabbed the new badge that just printed from the AutoMEC that was installed into it. “Kyle? Mind coming in here, please?”</p>
<p>From the side room to our north, I watched as a pink-red-and-white lovedoll wolf walked into the room, a folder full of papers clutched in one mitten hand. “Yes, ma’am?”</p>
<p>I took the folder and handed him the badge. “Escort Miss Rolino here down to security. She needs a new <span class="caps">ID</span> for her transition trial. Have them use this badge for all the info.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sure thing.”</p>
<p>As Janet turned to follow, she made sure to yell out one last remark. “Thanks, Mistress Ezeri!”</p>
<p>Once the pair were out the door, I turned toward Aika. “So, think she might be able to help <em>you</em>, too?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You mean with Jeri?” The leopardess chuckled, walking toward the door as well. I followed close behind. “Maybe. I’m pretty sure they could both use a friend closer to their own age. It just might spark something. Thanks for bringing her to me, by the way.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I’m just glad I know someone who can help her.”</p>
<p>The two of us entered the second elevator just as the doors began to open.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Anyway, you’re off for the next couple days, right?” Aika asked, turning around to face the doors.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Next three, actually.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>So am I, and a few of my crew as well. Wanna get together for anything?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>What’s this week’s bad movie?”</p>
<p>Aika shook her head, laughing softly. “<em>Wu Long the Killer Dong</em>. Something Somai brought in a few weeks ago. Jeri’s apparently a big fan of the director, so she’s looking forward to it.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well…” I paused for a moment, thinking about my options. “I’ve gotta check in on someone tonight, but after that, I wouldn’t mind spending a bit of time under you while I break in a new suit. Might even see if Janet wants to come along, too.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sounds good to me.”</p>
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<p>Tera eyed down the punching bag ahead of her as she repeatedly struck it with her fists. It’d been far too long since she did any real training on her own. Not since she left Omega Freelance. But for once, she just wanted a bit of …</p><p><em>Bap… Bap… Bap…</em></p>
<p>Tera eyed down the punching bag ahead of her as she repeatedly struck it with her fists. It’d been far too long since she did any real training on her own. Not since she left Omega Freelance. But for once, she just wanted a bit of time to get her head back into something, and working out in her personal gym seemed like the best option.</p>
<p><em>One… One-two… One-two…</em></p>
<p>She kept the beat going in her head as she reached out with jabs. But as she stopped to take a short break, the dragoness noticed a pair of gloves hanging over one of the weight racks. Red, with brown knuckle padding, and the index digits separate from the others. She stepped over, picking the two pieces up to look them over, then shugged and slipped them over her hands.</p>
<p>Unlike regular boxing gloves, these had plenty of dexterity in them. They weren’t quite as thick either, which made strapping them on much easier.</p>
<p>Sighing, the dragoness began jabbing at the large white sandbag again.</p>
<p><em>One-two… One-two… One-two…</em></p>
<p>Each strike seemed to draw her focus. The rhythm of her punches, and the movement of her legs, tunneling into her brain. Drowning out the world around her.</p>
<p>She didn’t even notice as her scales began to shift. Black fur, spreading rapidly across her body, from head to foot. Broken only by white on her chest and belly, her snout, and the tip of her tail.</p>
<p><em>One-two…</em></p>
<p>Her toes, becoming white a well, pierced by large black claws on each of the three digits of her paws. Her tail, shrinking as the fur lengthened, becoming curled and canine-like.</p>
<p><em>One-two… One-two…</em></p>
<p>Her snout, shrinking and broadening into that of a canine’s, with a black nose at the tip. Her neck, wrapped in a fluff of fur. Her ears, moving to the top of her head, pointed and flopped forward.</p>
<p>One-two…</p>
<p>Her eyes, shifting to a red color with white pupils, and a large red bandana wrapping itself just above them. Around her neck, a red collar formed, with a yin-and-yang emblem hanging from the ring.</p>
<p><em>One-two-one-two-one-two-one-two…</em></p>
<p>As the changes finished, her barrage of punches got stronger, until she let loose with a devastating uppercut that sent the bag off of its chains, crashing to the ground. Tera panted heavily, raising her hands into the air in celebration.</p>
<p>She took a drink of water from one of the bottles she had stored in a nearby cooler, completely oblivious to her changes. From dragon, to anthro Gaomon. Her tail wagged happily behind her.</p>
<p>Training was fun.</p>
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<p>My black thumbless paw rubbed along the vinyl shaft that stuck up between my legs, a bit of spent cum still glisening against the smooth blue and black of my body. A faceless non-anthro Lucario love doll, well-used by a number of partners while I was roaming through the Red District streets in Roldel Hills earlier. One of many among a rainbow of colors available, all as generic toys and toysuits. I didn’t even have a serial number or identifier. Just a product <span class="caps">ID</span> and warning labels printed on one hip, and a standard matrix <span class="caps">UPC</span> printed on the other.</p>
<p>Felt nice.</p>
<p>However, as I began prodding the air valve on my belly with my other paw, I happened to glance back toward my bedroom door. Walking in was one of my Cubone, looking rather flustered as he waddled into the room, closing the door behind him. Then, his eyes fell on me, and I watched as he climbed up onto the bed.</p>
<p>I knew what he wanted, and I wasn’t about to deny him. I spread and raised my legs, giving him access to the soft vinyl hole behind my sheath. And once my handpaws were up in a bit of a pose, I let myself go inanimate. Nothing more than an actual toy, lying there waiting to be taken.</p>
<p>Without hesitation, my little Cubone grabbed onto my hips, and unceremoniously shoved his thick cock deep into those folds. The tag on his collar clattering against its ring with every desperate thrust he made into me. All I could do was mentally moan out, my body squeaking as he gripped me tightly with his tri-digit hands.</p>
<p>With every moment, sheer bliss shot through my body, and I could feel my lovely little Pokémon’s pressure building. His cock throbbed madly against my inflated walls, coating them with precum that leaked from the tip of his tapered shaft. And to make matters more interesting, his mouth found its way around my own vinyl cock, teasing it with every fiber of his being.</p>
<p>I could do nothing but sit there, enjoying every bit of what my Cubone gave me.</p>
<p>His hips pumped faster and faster, and his breathing became heavier. Then, I felt him shudder against me as hot cum splattered inside of me, some even spilling back out onto the latex sheets that we were on.</p>
<p>Eventually, the torrent subsided, and my Cubone pulled himself free, basking in the afterglow as he flopped back onto the bed. My own body began to relax as well, my mind swimming in pleasure from being used. What a way to end a day.</p>
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<p>It’d been a while since I’d had a chance to enjoy one of the suits from my personal collection. Some of them were fictional or once-fictional characters, others were from those who willingly gave me their identities. In this case, I’d made them myself.</p>
<p>I leaned …</p><p><em>Mmph…</em></p>
<p>It’d been a while since I’d had a chance to enjoy one of the suits from my personal collection. Some of them were fictional or once-fictional characters, others were from those who willingly gave me their identities. In this case, I’d made them myself.</p>
<p>I leaned back on a floor mat in my hideout in Rondel Hills, tails twitching behind me. A old dilapidated factory warehouse, unused for years, repurposed as a nondescript shelter of sorts. I mostly used it when I wanted to get away from home, but as of late, I was using it to just be out in public without being noticed or recognized.</p>
<p>Of course, no one would really look twice at a generic <em>kitsumimi</em> love doll. The <em>Koji</em> model was one of my more popular designs throughout the Alliance, and it didn’t come in anything <em>but</em> a generic version, so seeing several of them out and about wasn’t anything new. They all used the Koji name, acted the same out in public, dressed the same… Meant I could blend into the crowd, just like the gryphon I changed a few weeks ago.</p>
<p>Poor guy got one hell of a shock when I suddenly took him over. I’d been watching through his eyes since his <em>shishimini</em> partner begged him for a good pounding. He wasn’t doing too well, so I showed him how it was done. Maybe I could make another <em>Koji</em> out of the lion when they visited tomorrow, or design a new <em>shishimimi</em> model based of the guy. They both seemed eager to be part of my harem.</p>
<p>One sucking my shaft while the other served as entertainment… Maybe strip-teasing for me from a pole, or floating in a pool and pleasuring himself…</p>
<p><em>Mmph…</em></p>
<p>My cock sprayed synthcum all over my rubber hoodie and shirt as I came hard, some dripping onto my hand as well. Seemed the ideas running through my head were more than enough help me along. And as much as I would have loved to slide some of my own jizz into my mawhole, the solid muzzle I was wearing gave me nothing more than a molded foxy grin on an actual kitsu snout. No mouth, just rubber.</p>
<p>About that time, another rope jettisoned through the air, splattering across my face. I was a mess, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.</p>
<p>Before I could clean up, I heard some noise coming from the front area. Someone came in through the old loading dock door, and they had squeaky steps. Sure enough, it was another Koji. One already rocking with his cock out in the open, and the same solid snout as me. And given the copious amount of spent jizz still coating his shaft, I’d say he had a bit of fun only a few minutes ago.</p>
<p>He sat down next to me, all five tails twitching behind him. I didn’t give my clone the satisfaction of a proper rest, though. In one smooth motion, I slung myself over his hips, my silicon-lined anal opening slipping over that pre-lubed cock beneath it.</p>
<p>The other Koji didn’t give me any slack, either. Before I knew it, I was back on the ground, propping myself up on all fours as he grabbed my embedded hip handles and began pounding my ass with everything he had. That thick knot banged at the entry of my hole with every pump of his groin, forcing me open just that little bit to coax more bliss out of me.</p>
<p>The rhythm matched with the music I’d been listening to, only making me love the feeling even more as he took me like the toys we were. I couldn’t make a sound, but I wanted to moan out our name so badly…</p>
<p>My ass popped loudly as he tied us together with his knot, the ribbed lining of my insides serving to tease the both of us as he pumped with what little length he had left. And only a few seconds later, I felt the warm synthcum begin to coat my inner lining, spraying deep into my body with massive ropes of the stuff. We <em>Koji</em> might not have had massive hyper dicks, but our output was up there with them.</p>
<p>His hands moved toward my groin as he leaned over me, molded muzzle against my neck. Then, he quickly jerked me off, knowing I wasn’t far from orgasm myself. I shuddered hard, feeling my spunk coat my latex clothing and skin, and then my face as I looked back underneath myself. The ground was just as slick beneath me, but I didn’t slip since my hands blocked it from getting underneath them.</p>
<p><em>Mmph…</em></p>
<p>Once we were both basking in the afterglow, I flopped into the puddle that I’d made, and my clone fell right on top of me, locked inside my tailstar for a bit.</p>
<p>Damn, it felt good to fuck myself.</p>
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<p>Gig Opening – Customer Call<br>
Time Since Posted: 20h 12m 0s<br>
Time Remaining: 9h 48m 0s<br>
Location: Rondel Hills, Shiromori (Customer Location)<br>
Contact: Ralshi Inos, Bridgestar @ Rondel Hills<br>
Requirements: On-Call Training, X122 Love Doll Training<br>
Slots Requested: 1<br>
Slots Filled: 1 </p>
<p>Description:<br>
Customer desires a twinning partner to join them at …</p></blockquote><blockquote>
<p>Gig Opening – Customer Call<br>
Time Since Posted: 20h 12m 0s<br>
Time Remaining: 9h 48m 0s<br>
Location: Rondel Hills, Shiromori (Customer Location)<br>
Contact: Ralshi Inos, Bridgestar @ Rondel Hills<br>
Requirements: On-Call Training, X122 Love Doll Training<br>
Slots Requested: 1<br>
Slots Filled: 1 </p>
<p>Description:<br>
Customer desires a twinning partner to join them at Craigshall Park, who will be welcome to keep the form indefinitely if desired. Further info is in the attached infodoc. Contact Ralshi Inos for customer information.`
It wasn’t a gig I normally took. I loved doing the love doll stuff, sure, but this particular request wasn’t one I’d even look at without good reason. But, as I mulled it over with a drink at <em>The Seligh Ride</em> in Snowfall Glade, I figured it couldn’t be <em>too</em> bad. At least alcohol didn’t actually affect me, or I might have began regretting the decision before I even made it.</p>
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<p>Didn’t take long to get to the place in the J-<span class="caps">OS</span> listing. In one of the more suburban neighborhoods in actual hill country, the park was not for children, to say the least. It was a kink park, with pups going on walks—bipedal and quadrupedal—and various types of sex being performed out in public, along with a few on-lookers. And along one of the paths, I saw the customer, leaning back as they sat on one of the benches.</p>
<p>Koji. A kitsu… No… <em>Kemonomimi?</em> That was probably the more appropriate term. Human bodyshape, pointed fox ears, and five white tales with red tips. Their hands and feet were paw-like and clawed, with red from their forearms and shins down to the extremities, but most of their body was covered by loose-fitting black cargo shorts, a black shirt, and a red hoodie. But what I did see gave away their actual nature.</p>
<p>They were a love doll. Painted red foxish anime-style eyes, an open mouth with a silicone fleshlight hole, and a red rubber knotted dildo sticking out from the zipper of their shorts. There was little doubt about there being another opening just beneath the base of their tails, and the rubber fox muzzle hanging from his neck said even more, painted with a wide kitsu grin. As did the pink collar, with a heart-shaped name tag hanging from it, and the words <em>Fox Lover</em> in metal lettering on the band.</p>
<p>I approached, a smirk on my face as I sat down. The mark on the collar I wore made it clear who I was, and when he saw me, I could see his ears perk up.</p>
<p>He didn’t waste any time making his intentions clear. Without even time to process anything, I felt a similar fox mask being placed against my face, shifting my gryphon beak into its image without any sigh of seams. And from that mask, my feline ears grew to match those of the client.</p>
<p>Feathers receded, replaced by white fur, which my feline side changed to match. Or at least, what used to be a feline side. Those same red foxish hands and feet took the places of my talons and paws, and my wings disappeared entirely. My leonine tail grew and split, turning into five thick bushy tails to match the one across from me, while my knotted cock shrank to the slightly smaller canine shaft I saw on him.</p>
<p>Then, I was slightly caught off guard. As my eyes changed into painted-on pieces of my rubberized face, the clothing he wore began to appear on my own body as well. The hoodie, the shirt, the collar, the cargoes… There were even rubber boxer shorts underneath the latter.</p>
<p>Once my transformation was complete, Koji turned to me, removing the snout to reveal a more human-like doll face underneath. My tails twitched slightly, as did my ears, more out of curiosity than anything. Then, one hand went across my back, as his other pulled me toward him, letting our static hole maws kiss as passionately as they could.</p>
<p>A moan echoed in my head as his hand went down the back of my shorts, and one digit slipped inside the rubber-lined tailhole behind me. I ran my own hand along his exposed cock, the pads of my fingers caressing the smooth rubber surface, while the other unzipped my shorts to let my matching shaft out into the open.</p>
<p>Then, things became a bit hazy…</p>
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<p>When I came to a little while later, I was still <em>Koji</em>, my snout placed back onto my face. His memories had been added to my own somehow, and the kitsu himself was nowhere to be found. I pulled my phone from one of the pants pockets, and it showed his payment went through, along with a few messages waiting from him.</p>
<p>A video was among those messages, and when I tapped it to play, my cheeks with faux pink from the sight. The two of us talking and acting exactly the same way, followed by a quick 69, before one of us took it up the ass. Then the other dropped their shorts and got it as well, before we both began making out with our foxy snouts. Then, we took them off, and used each other’s muzzle as a fleshlight, making them messy inside and out, before putting them on again for one last makeout session.</p>
<p>I’d apparently been entranced then entire time, too. Typical kitsu…</p>
<p>With the gig finished, I got to my feet and started walking, making sure to copy Koji’s form into my personal blueprint stores. Normally, I’d do that before shifting back to normal, but I zipped my cock back under my clothes, stuffed my hands into my hoodie pockets, and looked around, still in the foxish state I’d been gifted.</p>
<p>I mean… He was kind enough to not only share his identity, but also every memory since his manufacture. Why discard it so quickly?</p>
<p>The best part was, I knew where <em>I</em> had planned on going after the rendezvous, and it wasn’t all that far away.</p>
<p>A hideout in an old unused building outside city limits, with most of the land fenced off. No one owned the place, so none of the others who went there gave two shits about going in. And honestly I didn’t blame ‘em. The place was mostly a wreck from the outside, built like a warehouse or factory line. Overgrown, under-maintained.</p>
<p>I hopped the south fence, then gave the secret knock. To my surprise, a naked <em>Koji</em> opened it up, letting me in like it was just another day. He was alone, too. Just tucked away in our usual corner office, going back to beating his meat to the beats of the latest <em>Star Crossers</em> album. Off came my shorts, underwear, hoodie, and shirt, exposing my white fur-patterned chest and limbs. Then, he clipped a pair of wireless headphones to my ears, and happily used some nice white rubber cuffs to tie my arms behind my back, before he flopped back on our mat.</p>
<p>I plopped down beside him, letting the music fill my head. And as soon as I was down, he wrapped his other hand around my cock as well, letting me lean back while he worked. With every pump, our bodies squeaked, smooth rubber sliding against textured silicone.</p>
<p>But he obviously wasn’t content with just that anymore. His own foxy grin came into view as he climbed up onto me, pinning me against the old mattress with the embedded handles in my shoulders. And before I knew it, I felt <em>me</em> sliding down on myself, the self-lubricating shaft teased by my own textured anal hole.</p>
<p>My other self, riding me as roughly as he desired, kept his face firmly pressed against mine, our snouts compressing against each other in what was effectively a kiss. All I could do was lie there and take it, mentally moaning out in bliss as I used myself for what I was designed for.</p>
<p>Sex. Pleasure. Lustful fantasy.</p>
<p>Before I knew it, we were both shuddering hard as we came in unison. Synthcum sprayed up my other’s ass, and onto my face and chest from the other side. Our heads swam in the heat of the moment, and when our loads were spent, I laid out against my chest, virtually panting in the afterglow. I didn’t want the knot to come out after all that.</p>
<p>My tails twitched as I looked down at my messy self. With one hand, I smeared a bit of the jizz over my painted eyes, giving my vulnerable self a nice film of it to see through. It was a good look for me, to be honest.</p>
<p>Mmm… Just two Koji-model kitsumimi toys, embracing our purpose. Felt good.</p>
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<p>Deciding I needed a bit more privacy, I walked into my bedroom and locked the door behind me, taking myself into the side room where my pets used to sleep. The place had become a bit of a dungeon area, so my usual bondage and sex stuff were neatly sorted along the walls and such.</p>
<p>With my lab coat off and tossed onto the coat hook, I pulled my new Shapemaster prototype out and sat it down, looking over the instructions again. This time, the sliders were replaced with a touchscreen, allowing me to make much finer settings. And I knew exactly how I wanted to spend the next thirty minutes.</p>
<p>After making my selections, I pressed the button to activate the device, watching as the box grew into its chamber-like state. The walls surrounded me once again, and the smell of plastanium filled my nostrils. The effect field worked really fast for a prototype.</p>
<p>This time, on Chris’s suggestion, I sat down on the floor of the chamber as it formed, knees against my chest and my head down in my groin. Having a slightly longer neck in my birthright’s dragon form made wrapping my lips around my hardened erection really easy. And soon, the sides began bearing down on me, the ceiling coming down faster than last time to adjust for the empty space.</p>
<p>I felt my horns squash against the top facing, while my arms, wings, tail, and legs were pressed against the sides and formed into the corners, compressing nicely in their new synthetic state. I could feel it coming in together, my entire body deforming from its bipedal anthroid shape into this tiny space. My limbs were just gone, and my head followed shortly after, though my <em>maw</em> was still filled with the taste and sensation of my cock.</p>
<p>Then, something felt like it drove all the way through me. Once…and again…and again… Four times from top to bottom. Four times from side to side. Each sending a wave of pure bliss through me as if I’d just achieved instant orgasm.</p>
<p>In short order, the walls opened up again, and I found myself spilling out on the table I’d been standing next to, with the mirror wall showing how I looked. Or rather, how <em>all of me</em> looked.</p>
<p>Instead of a single one meter cube, I’d turned on one of the other experimental settings. Staring back from multiple angles, there were sixty-four cubes, each around a centimeter and a half on all sides. I felt myself in so many different places, each individual piece able to move independently to my will. Golden boxes of plastanium, already adorned with inset pips to make me look like a set of dice.</p>
<p>And not only could I roll my selves around, I found that I could bring each piece of me up into the air for a short time, only to tumble to the ground and roll around as if I were thrown, the impact as pleasurable as if someone had just penetrated my usual organic body. Yet, I didn’t feel <em>copies</em> of myself. What was once pieces of my face were mixed with limbs and body, and my genitals were somewhere off to the side. I still sensed what was where, but the chaos wasn’t just arousing, it was <em>exciting.</em></p>
<p>I had a ball rolling my selves in a bit of mock gaming, though every toss made me moan out in my own mind. Using other pieces of myself as game tokens to move across a board I had lying around from a gaming session with one of my pets earlier.</p>
<p>However, the thirty minute timer ended, and each piece of me found itself teleported back into the Shapemaster with a sudden rush of darkness, reassembled into their proper places. The walls opened up, and I flopped out onto the floor, having still been huddled over from when the transformation started.</p>
<p>Panting, I slowly got to my feet, legs wobbling from the intense sensations I’d just been putting myself through. But there was a good reason I only wanted it for thirty minutes.</p>
<p>I got back to the device and started messing with the controls again. Changing only a few specific settings to satisfy my desires. Then, I activated the Shapemaster, and sat down on the floor while it once again surrounded me with its walls.</p>
<p>Those walls closed in, but rather than sharp edges and angles, my body began to smooth out. Compressing tighter and tighter in place. Limbs and features disappearing into sensations of an endless surface. Practically polished to perfection.</p>
<p>When the light returned, I find myself dropped onto the floor, bouncing softly against the green marble surface. The moment I connected with the chilling stone, I had an intense mental orgasm, throwing me for a bit of a loop as my body compressed and rebounded.</p>
<p>The world around me was like when I was a cube, but so seamless… A sphere. A rubber ball, as smooth as could be. Nothing but a solid black orb.</p>
<p>And much like the dice, I found I could not only roll around, but jump myself into the air, with my viewpoint always seemingly locked like a gimbal. Of course, each bounce rocked me to my very core, but it didn’t take long to kind of <em>get used to it</em>, keeping my focus to what I was trying to do.</p>
<p>I got my momentum going just enough to bounce up onto the design table I kept in the dungeon room, creating custom gear and toys for my pet projects. Stuff that either wouldn’t be sold, or <em>would</em> be mass-produced just to push someone’s buttons. Sometimes with me on the other side of said button.</p>
<p>Being that I was supposed to be malleable from both my own will <em>and</em> from outside forces, I decided to test the former a bit more. My spheroid self hopped up onto one of the resin busts I’d made for one of my pets, settling right between their leonine ears.</p>
<p>Then, I began pulling myself down around the fake head, my form twisting and stretching as it engulfed the platinum plated piece. Little by little, I managed to seep around it, making myself just a bit bigger as my mass moved outward, and one side of my body flattened against the surface beneath me.</p>
<p>Then, I slipped down around the neck, and wrapped myself around it. I opened a couple of holes along my top section making them into tubing that led into the nostril openings of the mask that I’d been pulling myself onto. And within the maw, I managed to form a dildo gag, shoving it deep into the mouth opening of the statue.</p>
<p>Looking at the mirror wall, I saw what I’d made myself into. A living ball hood, with a simple stem at the top, and nothing but a mirror shine of featureless latex around the cranium.</p>
<p>I flowed a bit of myself down to the table, and with some effort, I managed to make a pair of matching ball mitts from my orb form. Then a pair of matching boots, and a cock sheath that would turn <em>that</em> into its own squeaky orb as well. But even as an experienced natural shapeshifter, I found myself having to concentrate on what I was becoming, rather than how I usually worked.</p>
<p>And that alone made the experience worth it. A challenge, and one I was enjoying with every fiber of my being.</p>
<p>Sadly, the next thirty minute session came to an abrupt end while I was simply basking in the feeling of being that kink gear. After a brief moment of darkness, I found myself quickly coming to on the floor, the walls of the Shapemaster clearing from around me. The box reassembled itself in my lap, and for once, I was left wanting.</p>
<p>I was left wanting to be that kink gear for a while. To be worn as someone either struggled to get themself off, or to even have any sense of anything. To have us both be used in some form or fashion. Part of me even wanted to try becoming one of those ball-shaped full-body suits, having someone inside of me while we both just kinda chilled as an orb of sorts.</p>
<p>Maybe I could come up with a cube version as well. The thought made me smile as I let myself fall back onto the floor.</p>
<p>The Shapemaster was definitely living up to its goals. I hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long time.</p>
<p>But for now, I actually had some feedback to send off. Ideas for the next iteration, and ideas for how I’d be spending some of the day.</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Time Cubed (NC-17)2020-07-13T00:00:00-05:002020-07-13T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2020-07-13:/time-cubed.html<p>Guh… Things were boring around the family mansion with everyone working. The only ones still home were my children, the house staff, and the various pets that many of us had. I didn’t feel like bothering Sienna during her studies, Demidra was enjoying her time in the pool with …</p><p>Guh… Things were boring around the family mansion with everyone working. The only ones still home were my children, the house staff, and the various pets that many of us had. I didn’t feel like bothering Sienna during her studies, Demidra was enjoying her time in the pool with her boyfriend, and both Ziner and Kineos were working on their usual experiments. Admittedly, I was getting rather tempted to just grab one of my TransSuits, or a kink suit, and head out for a while.</p>
<p>However, that soon changed. As soon as I turned toward my closet, my eyes caught sight of something I’d almost completely forgotten about. A <em>surprise</em> from one of the research teams that I’d been handed on the way out of the office.</p>
<p>I opened the rather plain-looking cardboard box, finding a note just under the flaps, and what I could only describe as a <em>strange golden box</em> within the contained. The latter was a perfect one-meter cube, covered in segmented golden plates along its entire outer surface, with only a single black dot on one side. Curious, I looked at the note that came with it, carefully placing the cube on my desk at the same time.</p>
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<p><em><< <span class="caps">VCXE</span> Project 182232, Shapemaster Series. This product is designed to turn the user into a geometric shape of their choosing for a preset time. However, these geometric shapes remain mostly mobile, retain their senses, and are able to alter their form to create orifices—either of their own volition, or if willing, through molding from an outsider.</em></p>
<p><em>Our target audience are people who wish for times of true simplicity. Where they can literally remove the complexity of their physical selves and just be, while still having the capability to have a bit of fun in the process. While niche, we believe they would make good custom order products in the catalog.</em></p>
<p><em>The current prototype only allows for one hour transformations at its maximum settings, and only allows for minimal features to be retained by the user during their transformation, if they choose to keep them. We hope to receive feedback from all field testers before the end of the current testing cycle. Thank you for your assistance. - Starfall Labs >></em></p>
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<p>My cheeks began turning somewhat red as I followed along with the words. The weird and unorthodox were something of a love of mine, and this likely wouldn’t be an exception.</p>
<p>The instructions were written on the back of the sheet, so I placed it down as I picked up the cube in my other hand. The first slider set the shape, and I switched that to what I wanted. The second was size, then the third was feature level, and finally the duration slider, which I maxed out without hesitation.</p>
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<p><< <em>Before continuing, bring any objects you wish to interact with to your chosen transformation spot, as some shapes will have more difficulty with movement than others. >></em></p>
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<p>I quickly grabbed a few dildos from my bedside table and plopped them onto the latex sheets. Then, I took a deep breath and pressed the black gemstone pad on the top of the cube.</p>
<p>The plates expanded out around me, circling until they surrounded my body. Then, they extended, forming walls around me, blocking out the light of my room. I had no idea what to expect.</p>
<p>I soon felt the walls closing in on me, slowly compressing around my form. But I wasn’t being forced to kneel, as I couldn’t move. A statis field, perhaps? No… I knew that smell… Plastanium. A plastanium field had engulfed me, shifting my mass into the durable, pliable material, down to my very core.</p>
<p>And pliable was right. Could feel my head painlessly squishing down as the ceiling came down onto it. Horns and cranium flattening in the process. The sides soon joined in, but with the settings I’d made, the didn’t get far before stopping where they were. Perfectly aligned.</p>
<p>The ceiling didn’t stop, though. The lower it got, the more my body spread out. Filling in the empty space within the portable compressor. I stopped feeling any sensation of a head or arms, before my legs and hooves joined them in a virtual void of numbness. Even my groin and genitals, going away into the mass that I was becoming.</p>
<p>When it was over, the box split apart and reassembled on the bed nearby, leaving me where I sat. I could see in every direction, as if my body were like one big eye. But in the mirror across from where I laid, I could see what I had become, just as much as I could feel it.</p>
<p>A perfect one meter cube. Practically tiny compared to what I normally stood. My facings were cyan with white accent lines, and the segmented blue crystal horns I once had were nothing more than markings along each of the edges, transitioning around the rounded corners of my form. Literally, nothing more than that cube, with the ability to feel each surface and see the space around me. I couldn’t speak, but I could hear. And I could certainly taste, given the flavor of rubber coming from my bottom facing as I remained perched on the sheets.</p>
<p>I tried moving, and yes, it was difficult. It took a lot of willpower, but the strangest part wasn’t the fact that I managed to flip myself. It was the lack of orientation. I had no sense of gravity, so as I fell onto what could count as my <em>back</em>, I still felt as if I were upright, and my view of the world matched. Like I was on some sort of gimbal. Someone could’ve probably rolled me like a die, and I wouldn’t have even been fazed by it.</p>
<p>With a bit more effort, I got myself over next to the toy Charizard cock I’d put down between a couple of my pillows. Then, I rocked onto the tiny shaft, and within moments, I was somehow able to slowly alter myself. My mass began collapsing into my core, forming a shallow hole over the silicone shaft. Flowing around the rod as tightly as a latex suit would be.</p>
<p>The sensation made me shudder both physically and mentally. It was such an odd feeling, being nothing more than this generic object, yet still alive…sentient…and horny as hell. I was used to compressing and mashing others like this with my magic, but being on the receiving end… That was <em>exciting</em>.</p>
<p>As I swallowed the dildo into my body, every surface of the toy teased and rubbed against me. Its tip slowly made its way down to my center, and my sight made it look as if I were deepthroating the thing in a full 360-degree view.</p>
<p>Eventually, I hilted the half-meter cock, and I shivered hard and fast in place. Just getting to that point made me orgasm hard enough to throw me for a loop, and if I’d been organic still, I would have been a panting and moaning mess. No cum had come out of me, yet I felt like I’d just let loose several liters of jizz from <em>somewhere</em>.</p>
<p>After recovering a bit of my mental facilities, I rolled myself over to the instructions again, reading them over while my mass ejected the toy from me. Looked like I just had to wait for the plastanium layer to wear off before I would turn back, and there was nothing about using it again immediately after. It even said that things like dildos would be ejected upon reverting… That was good to know <em>after</em> I considered pulling it all the way in..</p>
<p>And yet, I was curious. I could see the gemstones I spilled from my toy bag earlier, spread out among the bed like a carpet. Diamonds, sapphires, lapis lazuli, topaz… I’d been collecting them from back on Saiden. They’d do nicely.</p>
<p>Slowly, I managed to get on top the stones. Mostly falling over onto them, and not exactly in the most graceful of manners. But for each one I landed on, I began pulling them into myself. Letting them slowly make their way inside as I did with the dildo. My body quaked with every additional piece that sank into each facing, many passing inside completely, though others I left submerged to their crowns. Becoming <em>jewel-encrusted</em>, so to speak.</p>
<p>Twenty of the larger pieces had already made their way to my center, while another twenty-one were adorning my outer edges… Six on one side, five on another. I found I could even move them, turning myself into a massive glorified six-sided die while I looked on in the mirror. Hell, even <em>that</em> was turning me on fiercely, between having to control myself from the mutliple orgasms I went through for the gemstones themselves.</p>
<p>By the end of it, I’d managed to draw seventy more inside. The various rocks made me fell full…heavy… Like a friggen living treasure chest. I hadn’t felt like that since a good friend used me as an actual living treasure chest, shoving numerous gems and coins into my womb until I could only lie in his lair and guard it.</p>
<p>Seemed a second round would definitely be in order, with that train of thought. I only wondered what else I could think to do with this new toy of mine.</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Wish Granted? (NC-17)2020-04-25T20:40:00-05:002020-04-25T20:40:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2020-04-25:/wish-granted.html<p>With a sigh, TeraDyne tossed her messenger bag onto her desk, followed by her body onto her bed. The brown bone dragon hadn’t exactly had a calming day, so being back in her dimly lit room was a welcome change. Unfortunately for her, the fact that it was dimly …</p><p>With a sigh, TeraDyne tossed her messenger bag onto her desk, followed by her body onto her bed. The brown bone dragon hadn’t exactly had a calming day, so being back in her dimly lit room was a welcome change. Unfortunately for her, the fact that it was dimly lit, and that she had black latex sheets, was to her detriment.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tera should be more careful when entering a dark room.” A monotone voice said. It sounded quite young, and almost emotionless.</p>
<p>Another sigh escaped her lips, looking over to lock eyes with the red orbs that belonged to her small anthro feline brother. “Not in the mood for a lecture right now, Nemi. The seminar was hell, and I’m not sure mom’s gonna be happy when shi gets home either, given the mess shi had to clean up.”</p>
<p>This actually caused the black ever-young kitten to take pause. It was almost unheard of for his sister to get so worked up over something so trivial. Not without having taken other actions herself.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tera needs something to help it relax?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah… I honestly <em>could</em> use something relaxing right now.”</p>
<p>She realized almost instantly that she probably shouldn’t have have said that, as the rubber feline slinked over her body, tail and legs oozing with liquid latex. It began to form into a bit of a cool coating against her scales, solidifying slowly into a sort of suit. She’d been almost naked before he’d started, so she didn’t mind too much. After all, rubber was something she thoroughly loved wearing.</p>
<p>He’d started around her midsection, leaving a trail that wrapped around her groin and rump, extending down her tail like a tapered tube, with a large flame-shaped bulb at the end. Where her flaccid cock and balls once were, a smooth surface had appeared, covering even the twin holes between her legs. A zipper did form after a few moments, though she left it where it was, trapping her private parts behind its pouch.</p>
<p>The limbs were next, flowing down Tera’s lower extremities and covering them completely. She’d even lost the feeling of having her clawed toes, instead sensing a pair of boots with thick soles, and numerous buckles from her ankles to her knees. Just a solid mass.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mmm… This feels wonderful, Nemi.” She told him, leaning back against her pillows as he worked. “Just keep going.”</p>
<p>That was exactly what he did. He crawled up her belly and chest, leaving trails in his wake. Her normally rigid belly with its exposed bone armor went away, replaced by soft and squeaky black latex, while her chest gained a pair of seamless, nippleless D-cup mounds. Her wings were also covered in the inky blackness that was engulfing her, and her arms soon ended in clawed thick two-finger-and-thumb hands, each one feeling like they were trapped in equally squeaky gloves. And even her arms had faux buckles, running from her wrists to her shoulders.</p>
<p>Finally, her head was the last bit to get its coating. It spread over her neck and underneath the thick metal collar she wore, chains forming and attaching to the rings to lead to her limbs. Then came her face, a hooded mask forming from back to front. Her maw became zippered as it narrowed, replacing her lips with the teeth, while she felt red opaque lenses form over her eyes. Then her horns and fanned ears disappeared, with shorter bony horns forming in their places on top of her head, and a couple buckles wrapping around a faux zipper along the back of her skull.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mmmph!” Tera reached up and unzipped the cover over her mouth, revealing a fully molded latex maw behind the parting lips of her snout. One that had been filled with a dildo gag, which she’d pulled free. It lined with a softly glowing neon blue silicone from tip to throat, along with a matching nub-covered toy tongue inside of it. “Charizard gimp toy wasn’t <em>quite</em> what I was expecting, but I’m definitely enjoying this.”</p>
<p>The feline crawled up onto her chest, squeaking with every movement. His own feet were in paw-shaped boots, his hands in thick paw-like gloves with their own grip treads. Most of his body was practically blank. Only smooth and featureless black from head to toe.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tera seems much calmer.” He said, nuzzling against her slightly lengthened neck. “Perhaps it is feeling better as well?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Compared to when I got home? Yeah.” She reached up to her shoulders to feel the plastic handles that had formed on them, then down to the ones on her hips. “This is the kind of pick-me-up I needed. Thanks!”</p>
<p>Nemi didn’t reply, at least vocally. Instead, he reached up and pushed the gag back into her mouth, before pulling the zippers of her hood closed once again. There was a soft click, and upon feeling around, she found that the two pieces formed a locking mechanism, which Nemi had just locked.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mmph! Mmm-mmmmph!” Tera tried to say something, but with a mouth full of toy dick that was closed shut, that wasn’t exactly going to happen.</p>
<p>Another click sounded down below while she was distracted, and when she gazed toward her groin, she could see Nemi standing between her legs, a pair of keys in hand. Her genitals were trapped within their pouch, with nothing but a smooth surface in their place, and the tiny keyhole where the zip sat. And given the muffled moans she was giving as he pressed and rubbed against it, the entire area was still quite sensitive.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tera can relax like this in Nemi’s room.” Nemi said, pulling on a leash that he’d formed during the generous coating of his sister. “Nemi might let it out when it has rested properly.”</p>
<p>A shudder went down her spine every time her brother called her <em>it</em>. That was what she enjoyed from those she trusted. Being treated as an object. A toy, or doll, or whatever, but an object. A button he knew she enjoyed having pressed repeatedly.</p>
<p>The feline dropped down to the floor, and as he did, the chain leading to Tera’s neck tightened, bringing her wrists together in the process. Nemi had run it through rings in the buckles, ensuring sure she was even more helpless as she got to her feet to follow him. Yet another button, and one that was admittedly making her trapped cock throb more and more as the situation continued to go in his favor.</p>
<p>But… He was kidding about the <em>might</em> part…right? She could only hope he’d let her out…eventually.</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Incident: Kyle Olstein (Part 2) (PG-13)2020-04-25T16:30:00-05:002020-04-25T16:30:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2020-04-25:/incident-kyle-olstein-part-2.html<p>The sun was shining overhead as Shirohoshi Headquarters dealt with its usual rush of customers wanting to check out the demonstration booths, get training, or in some cases looking for work. However, one individual stuck out among the crowd as he walked up toward the front reception desk, looking at …</p><p>The sun was shining overhead as Shirohoshi Headquarters dealt with its usual rush of customers wanting to check out the demonstration booths, get training, or in some cases looking for work. However, one individual stuck out among the crowd as he walked up toward the front reception desk, looking at the mechanical bluejay that sat behind it.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Um… Is TeraDyne Hitokage-Ezeri in?” He asked, sounding a bit young for the love doll state his body took.</p>
<p>The cyborg was silent for a moment. “Mistress Ezeri is currently away handling an incident. Would you like to leave a message?”</p>
<p>The pink-and-red wolf’s molded smile remained stationary, but his eyes showed disappointment. “Let her know Kyle Olstein needs to talk to her.”</p>
<p>That name hit the ears of a nearby snow leopard, who immediately turned to intercept the kid. Her body was much like his, made to be a sex toy from top to bottom. A tauroid, with painted spots on her white textured rubber body, with mitten hands and boot-like paw feet. And much like him, she bore a static smile surrounding an onahole, though her eyes and ears let her emote well enough.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Kyle?” She called out, causing him to stop as the feline approached. “I’m Aika. Tera was telling me about you a while back. There something I might be able to help you with?”</p>
<p>The canine’s ears went back flat. “Not unless you can deal with my school.”</p>
<p>Aika didn’t like the sound of that. Thinking, she put a hand on his shoulder and led him toward the back. But as she approached reception, her gaze went to the bird. “Servina, let Mistress Vega know I’m on my way up. Tell her it’s about the Olstein case.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Acknowledged, Mistress Aika.”</p>
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<p>The elevator ride was a silent one as they waited for the carriage to stop, and climbing fifty-seven floors was no quick feat. However, when they stopped, Aika led Kyle out into a short hallway, before opening a massive black door with a gold nameplate. A nameplate that had <em>Lenne Hitokage-Ezeri</em> pressed in black lettering on its surface.</p>
<p>Inside, the room was slightly dim. Despite the massive bank of windows on one side, they were tinted so heavily that it felt like it was almost nighttime. However, several large crystal lamps provided enough light to work in, and they could still see clearly enough.</p>
<p>And behind the desk just across from him, a rather intimidating figure sat in a throne-like chair, leaning back as if taking a break from hir work. A dragoness, somewhat muscular, with a skull over hir face and multiple horns forming almost a backswept crown on hir head. Brown with a tan chest, barely visible under the collar of her purple rubber business suit, and a large spike sticking up from each of her shoulders. However, Kyle could also see what looked like a dolphin’s head wrapped around one wrist, the other having one of a wolf like himself. He couldn’t tell what they were supposed to actually be, though.</p>
<p>The pair approached the desk, and the dragoness smiled at the young wolf doll, speaking in a naturally sultry voice. “Well, you must be Kyle Olstein! I’m Lenne Hitokage-Ezeri, <span class="caps">CEO</span> of Shirohoshi. Please, have a seat.”</p>
<p>Nervous, Kyle climbed up into one of the chairs in front of him and sat down, while Aika wandered off to the side, her lower body sitting up to get comfortable. The leopard had told him that Lenne might look scary, but not to be afraid of her. “Thank you, ma’am.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Please, just call me Lenne.” Shi leaned forward, moving a folder to one side. “How can I help you?”</p>
<p>Once again, the wolf’s ears drooped. “Well… I just got expelled from school… For hugging my boyfriend…”</p>
<p>Aika and Lenne looked at each other, the latter being the one to speak up. “Alright. Tell me what happened.”</p>
<p>Kyle went silent for a few moments, trying to get his nerves in order as he fidgited with his tail. “I… I went to Shalren Falls Secondary School. Before I changed, some kids used to go to the professors and say I growled or snapped at them. There’s this rule called <em>victim’s first</em>, so if you do something like that, they put a muzzle on you for an hour. Trying to tell them you didn’t do it adds another hour. But after I got my suit and changed, they couldn’t use that on me. I don’t have teeth or anything, so there’s no reason to muzzle me.”</p>
<p>He stopped for a moment, clearly trying to calm himself. Again, the two adults gave each other a look, not quite sure what to think.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tyrel… My boyfriend… We got caught kissing a few times, and they’d give us detention for it, even after school if it happened before we left. Now that I’ve changed, they made it worse. Saying a kiss is <em>bordering on sex</em> with me. But when we were at the sidewalk and heading to his house for a while, we hugged. That’s all, just hugged. And Professor LeCharis dragged us back inside to the headmaster’s office. Headmaster Greyscales said we were being thrown out for <em>inappropriate behavior</em>.”</p>
<p>It took everything in their power for the two ladies to keep their calm. Aika felt offended from hearing about the obvious discrimination against a fellow toy, but Lenne’s motherly side was flaring up. However, unlike hir daughter, Lenne knew how to keep focused on the task at hand, without letting hir rage get the better of hir.</p>
<p>Shi reached out to pick up hir phone, tapping out something on the screen. Then, shi put it up to her head, clearly making a call.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Chalren, I need you to do a bit of undercover work for me. I’ll be down there in a bit to give a full briefing, but you’ll want to pull up information on <em>Shalren Falls Secondary School</em> in Shalren’s Cove. … Yeah, here on Shiromori. … Thanks.”</p>
<p>The slab of glass went down again, and Lenne looked Kyle in the eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m going to get to the bottom of this. For now, I want you to stay here at Shirohoshi Headquarters for your own safety, okay?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>O-o-okay.” The wolf replied, sounding more depressed than afraid at that point. “Can I call my dad? I kinda…took a shuttle here from school. It’s what Tera said I should do if something happened.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Come on, Kyle.” Aika grabbed hold of him by his shoulder handles and lifted him up, placing the canine on her own lower back. “You can call him down in my quarters. I’ve got some fruit juices and lubes to take your mind off of things.”</p>
<p>As Aika began leaving, Kyle looked back at Lenne. “Th-thank you, Lenne.”</p>
<p>Lenne gave the kid a silent nod, smiling to keep hir anger in check, at least until he was through the door and out of sight. Once they were gone, hir glare showed itself, and shi got to hir feet. No child deserved such treatment, and shi knew what would happen if even some of what Kyle had said was true. However, that would take time. And time was of the essence if they were to gather evidence.</p>
<p>The dragoness made her way to the elevators, sighing as she pressed the call button. Work never ended for a real leader.</p>
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<p>Over the next few weeks, Kyle continued his schooling while staying at Shirohoshi Headquarters. Tyrel had also been brought in, with Aika being slightly surprised to see a bluejay gryphon love doll showing up at the company. The wolf had to explain that Tyrel changed himself with one of his brother’s suits after Jake gave permission, since Tera had apparently said it was okay during a follow-up visit.</p>
<p>And the snow leopard had to admit, they were thriving compared to what their older school records showed. Going from a 75% average to a 92% average was no small jump. And their language grades had been the largest improvement of them all, though Aika chalked that up to the one-on-one tutoring. Getting them fluent in the Omega Alliance native languages wasn’t going to be as hard as the two kids thought.</p>
<p>But as Aika began walking toward the front desk for her midday rounds, she caught the end of a conversation between Servina and someone else. A bluejay, at least from the neck up.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I’m sorry, but I really need to see my brother. Tyrel Smith?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You must be Jake.” Aika said as she approached, holding out a hand. “I’m Mistress Aika. Tyrel’s been getting tutoring from my team.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Nice to meet you.” He replied, shaking her hand with his talon. He was still partially in one of his own red gryphon lovedoll suits, with the head removed to reveal his organic cranium, so the two produced a loud squeak when they gripped each other. “How’s my little bro holding up?”</p>
<p>She motioned for him to follow, and follow he did, deciding to put himself back into his full love doll state.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>He’s thriving, honestly. Haven’t seen a kid so excited about math in a long time, though I mostly blame Mistress Faral’s teaching methods for that. Both he and his boyfriend bounced back pretty quickly.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Can I see him?” Jake’s voice had changed, sounding far more feminine to match the doll body he bore.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Not right now. We’ve got them doing lessons till eighteen-hundred, and Mistress Vega doesn’t want them disturbed during class. Especially with the investigation still going on.”</p>
<p>The gryphon’s ears lowered. “Oh… I guess news hadn’t showed it yet.”</p>
<p>Aika looked back as they rounded a corner toward the northern showroom floor. “Obviously. What happened?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span><em>Shalren Falls</em> got shut down for the year. Damn near everyone on staff got arrested, and the headmaster’s apparently been missing for the last two days.” Jake shook his head. “Town’s up in arms about it.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well then…” The snow leopard took a moment to wave to a few customers as they passed by. “What’re you going to do? You could wait around here or in Ecoil Valley for a couple hours till their lessons are done.”</p>
<p>The red gryphon took a moment to think, rubbing his open toy beak as he did. “Nngh… I think I’ll head to Ecoil for a bit. Need to see if there’s any houses for sale.”</p>
<p>Aika stopped, turning to Jake. “It’s <em>that</em> bad?” The nod from Jake said it all. “Oh, Lenne’s gonna be livid. Follow me.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Lenne? Which Lenne?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mistress Vega. <span class="caps">CEO</span> of the company.” The snow leopard began walking again, this time toward the elevator bank behind the show floor. “Hir daughter TeraDyne wasn’t around when Kyle showed up to ask for help, so shi talked with him. Shi’s the one who ordered the investigation, too.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh…”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Trust me, you’ll want to let hir know. Shi’ll watch your back.” The two entered one of the waiting carriages, along with various other employees. “Fifty-seven, please.”</p>
<p>The elephant nearest to the panel pressed the buttons for the various floors being called out, and Jake simply watched. At each stop, a few people would get out, emptying the space out little by little. By the time they passed floor twenty, him and Aika were the only two left, meaning a straight shot to their destination.</p>
<p>And when the doors opened for the last time on their trip, the two stepped out, with Aika leading him into the darkened office. Lenne was sitting back on her throne, and surprisingly, TeraDyne was there, the Cobalion sitting off to the side in another similar chair.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mistress Vega?” Aika said, stepping inside. “Sorry to barge in, but Jake Smith is here.”</p>
<p>Tera looked up at the gryphon doll as he walked inside, quickly getting to her feet and sounding relieved. “Oh good. You’re safe. I’ve had people looking for you for the last hour now.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sorry about that, Mistress Ezeri.” Jake replied, coming to a stop in front of Lenne’s desk. “Soon as I heard things were getting rough, I packed our things and put ‘em in storage. Mr. Olstein was doin’ the same thing before I left. Don’t know where he went.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Don’t worry about him, Olan.” Lenne said, getting to hir feet. “He’s being brought here on a shuttle. We’ll help you both relocate.”</p>
<p>Aika gave a rather confused look to her boss. “Ol— Wait, <em>Jake</em> is Master Olan? The one you were asking me to start training a few days ago?”</p>
<p>A smile came across the dragoness’s face as shi stretched, walking around front. Both legs ended in what looked like orca heads, hidden behind thick black rubber boots with their faces molded into them. Jake had seen them during his other visits as well, but he hadn’t expected hir daughter to match with a pair of Garchomp limbs in the same positions.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I was hoping you’d meet under better circumstances, but yes.” Shi admitted, trying to keep hirself moving a bit. “He was supposed to be manager of the Bridgestar out there, but given these circumstances?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>No kidding…”</p>
<p>Tera soon started walking toward the office door. “I’m heading down to the lobby. I wanna be there when Mr. Olstein arrives.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tera.” Lenne called out, causing hir daughter to stop. “When he gets here, take him to the medical wing and have him looked over. I’d rather not chance the stress getting to him.”</p>
<p>The bondi-colored gazelle nodded. “Will do. And thanks for making sure he’s got a place to stay, Aika.”</p>
<p>Once Tera left, Lenne looked over at Jack, who was resting against his knees as he leaned forward. “You need rest, too. Aika can take you to where your brother’s been calling home. There’s a place for you as well.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Thanks, Mistress Vega.” The gryphon got to his feet, sighing with relief, and partially glad his doll face couldn’t show just how tired he was. “Thanks for everything you’ve done.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Of course.”</p>
<p>Aika waved silently to Lenne before heading out of the office. And once the door was closed, Lenne leaned back, tapping on the console in hir desk.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sevina, cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day. Same with TeraDyne’s and Aika’s. Emergencies only, please.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yes, Mistress Vega.” The robotic avian said over the speakers. “Detective Chalren wishes to speak with you as soon as possible. He just left for the security chambers.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Was he alone?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>There was a snow dragon in cuffs and a muzzle with him. Mistress Ezeri gave them a glare as they passed, but didn’t follow.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tell him to meet me in briefing room five.” The dragoness replied, shaking hir head. “And have our usual lunches brought there from the cafeteria. This might take a while.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yes, Mistress Vega.”</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Incident: The Trillas Center (PG-13)2020-04-22T00:00:00-05:002020-04-22T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2020-04-22:/incident-the-trillas-center.html<p>Another day, another call from one of my company’s satellite branches. I wasn’t too enthusiastic about what lied before me, but as president of Shirohoshi Enterprises, it was my job to see to such issues and fix them as best I could.</p>
<p>The Trillas Center, though… One of …</p><p>Another day, another call from one of my company’s satellite branches. I wasn’t too enthusiastic about what lied before me, but as president of Shirohoshi Enterprises, it was my job to see to such issues and fix them as best I could.</p>
<p>The Trillas Center, though… One of our therapy locations. It wasn’t looking all that great.</p>
<p>I entered through the front doors, looking around at what seemed to be a mess in the front waiting lobby. Tables were upturned, a few of the chairs were on their sides or backs… Even the reception desk was in disarray. It looked like a fight had started, but I knew that wasn’t the case.</p>
<p>With a sigh, I tapped the back of my hand against the OmNI reader for the next door, causing the sliding doors to part and let me through. Like the front area, it was an absolute disaster. Plants and decorative pieces were strewn about the floor. Pictures torn apart, with plastiglass mixed in the debris around them. Even tatters of clothing were visible among everything. I felt <em>really</em> unsettled just looking at it.</p>
<p>The same could be seen down the various hallways as I continued. Nurse’s stations with paperwork and computer parts all over the place. Therapy rooms upended. Even some of the empty patient rooms looked insanely grim. Then, in the back section, I could see many of the employees and patients sitting on the floor, arms and legs zip-tied together as local <span class="caps">PD</span> grilled them. Needless to say, it took everything in my power not to pull my Freelanzer out and skewer the lot of them. They saw me, and no doubt they saw the momentary anger I showed in my face.</p>
<p>With the door physically ripped off, I made my way inside, holding up my employee badge to make sure I identified myself.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>TeraDyne Hitokage-E—”</p>
<p>Before I could even finish saying my name, one of their people tackled me to the ground from behind, trying to wrap my wrists with a zip-tie. I let him.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>As I was saying, I’m the president of Shirohoshi Enterprises.” My glare up at one of the officers couldn’t have been clearer. “You’re in violation of Global Ordinance one-eight-two, section five. And now bordering on getting <em>recycled</em>, I might add.”</p>
<p>Another of the helmeted officers took my badge, looking it over. The terror in his voice actually felt satisfying. “Oh fu— Cut the tie, Private! Cut her loose!”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sir?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Do it, Private!”</p>
<p>His scissors slipped between my arms, cutting the plastic binding as quickly as they could. I grabbed my badge back and slipped the lanyard around my neck, still not in the best of moods. The lieutenant who had me freed stepped back a bit, but it gave me enough time to see his nametag. “Sorry, ma’am. Hard to tell with all these crazies here.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Trust me, Lt. Johnson, the only crazy people here are your officers.” I brushed a bit of dust from the short fur around my legs and chest. “You realize you just raided a government-backed <em>therapy</em> center, right?”</p>
<p>I could tell the guy was getting nervous. Of course, my <em>reputation</em> preceded me. Most knew not to fuck with the crazy Cobalion lady from Shirohoshi. “No, ma’am. The mayor ordered us to shut this place down. Arrest everyone inside for pedophilia and child trafficking. Said she saw little girls being used for sex.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh! Mayor <em>Greenwall</em> caused this?” I asked, looking around at the people who had been detained. Most of the patients looked like they were scared shitless, and my employees looked just as angry as I was. Even the synthetic ones that normally couldn’t show such emotion. “Well, let me bring you and your team up to speed.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>This facility is a <em>therapy center</em> for paedophiles looking to bring their urges under control. Those <em>willing</em> to seek help.” I walked over to one of the equipment lockers nearby, pulling out one of the TransSuits used. “See this? This tan lion cub piece? It’s a TransSuit, made so an adult can put it on to look like a minor. It gives these people a safe outlet while they’re getting the help they need, so they <em>don’t</em> start having uncontrollable urges.”</p>
<p>I opened the back zipper and slid my feet inside, soon joined by my arms and upper body, then my head. The moment the zip closed up, I found myself considerably shorter, probably just over a meter. My equine muzzle and horns were replaced by a short feline snout and rounded ears, while my hooves found themselves as small digitgrade paws, and my hands into clawed paw-like hands. I also had a short tail swaying behind me, the fur tuft at the end feeling just a tad tingly in the airflow of the room.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>And as you can see, I’ve changed.” I said, my voice sounding very childish and pre-teen. “<em>I</em> am still an adult, but I’ve taken a child form. What happens like this is <strong>not</strong> paedophilia, because it’s between <em>two consenting adults</em>.”</p>
<p>I just as swiftly extracted myself from the suit, returning to my normal height as the spacial compression effect faded. “Now, I suggest you let everyone go while I deal with Mrs. Greenwall.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sorry, Ms. Ezeri.” Johnson said, sounding sincerely apologetic. “We can’t. Not without the mayor’s approval.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>First of all, I’m one of Shiromori’s <em>global</em> leaders. I outrank your mayor many times over. Second, you’re out of your jurisdiction, cause we’re about ten miles from the border of Sailen Hills. And third, by the end of today, you’ll be helping plan an emergency re-election for a new mayor. So, I suggest getting those ties off of everyone and vacating. Otherwise, you’ll be looking for a new line of work.”</p>
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<p>I didn’t stick around as Johnson got his team working on freeing everyone. I was too angry to supervise it. Thankfully, Aika had my back and came in to oversee everything, bringing some of the janitorial crew to help clean the place up as well. As for me, I was marching into town hall with a chip on my shoulder. Well, a lion cub TransSuit, but irregardless, I wasn’t about to let things slide.</p>
<p>Two of the security guards tried to keep me from going into the main hall, but I’d gotten my own cadre of global agents from headquarters to back me up, each of them armed with stun rifles. Wasn’t about to hurt anyone not involved in the incident. Surprisingly, the doors weren’t locked.</p>
<p>I flung the slabs of wood open and made my way down the center aisle, chairs full of townspeople that just stared at me like I was some sort of alien. I really didn’t pay too much attention to them, though. My eyes were locked on the jaguar sitting at the center of the table ahead of me. A lavish dress and pearls around her neck, earrings lining each ear, and just… I was beyond livid.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mayor Greenwall, you’re under arrest.” I called out, motioning for my people to move forward. “Ordering a raid on a mental health facility is not only low, it’s highly illegal.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I stopped your child sex ring, bitch!” She screeched into the microphone, making sure she could be heard.</p>
<p>With a simple point of my hand, one of the agents fired his sidearm at the sound equipment, blowing the thing apart. Meanwhile, I held up the suit from earlier. “No, what you stopped was adults using <em>TransSuits</em> to help people keep their urges under control until they could do the job on their own. You quite <em>literally</em> caused a number of <em>patients</em> to be set back by months, if not <strong><em>years</em></strong>, in their therapy. There wasn’t a <em>single</em> child in that facility.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span><strong><span class="caps">BULLSHIT</span>!</strong>”</p>
<p>I watched as she continued ranting while my officers pulled her arms into cuffs. The moment she started running for the door, I lowered my shoulder and slammed into her, sending the cunt over my back and onto the floor hard. Like hell I was going to let this pussy get away.</p>
<p>About a dozen people grabbed hold of Greenwall and began dragging her away, despite all the snarling and growling she did. Once miss dumbass was out the door, I went up to the podium where citizens could ask questions, and grabbed the mic to make a bit of an announcement of my own. Before I completely lost my cool.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I apologize for having to subject everyone to this. My name is TeraDyne Hitokage-Ezeri, president of Shirohoshi Enterprises. Your mayor ordered a raid on the Trillas Center, well beyond the borders of your city. Not only was that raid illegal according to global law, but was done knowing what happened behind those doors.”</p>
<p>I had to pause, taking a deep breath just to calm myself a bit while I dragged a stool over to the pedestal. “Trillas Center has always been transparent, even allowing tours of the facility to encourage those needing its assistance to step forward. Anyone could ask for such a tour, even in anonymity through the use of a loaned TransSuit to wear for their protection.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I know cameras are rolling, so look closely.” I quickly got back into the cub suit, before climbing up onto the stool and bringing the mic down to my level. I think my altered voice had caught a number of townsfolk off-guard, given the looks they were giving me. “So, look at one of the children Mrs. Greenwall claimed was being assaulted in there. As I told your mayor before her outburst, we have consenting therapists wear these to help patients deal with those urges, until they gain the ability to do so without constant assistance. <em>That</em> is what she saw in there.”</p>
<p>A few people were looking rather uncomfortable, with others glaring or starting to get annoyed. Good…</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>We’re moving our people and patients to a temporary facility while repairs are made to Trillas Center. Once it’s reopened, I plan on making a televised tour to show the public just how our therapists help those who need it. Nothing overtly graphic, but enough information to hope that this sort of incident doesn’t happen in the future. Again, I apologize for storming into this meeting, but given what happened, time could not be wasted. Good day.”</p>
<p>I jumped down from my perch and began walking out of the room still feeling the anger and indignation from many who watched me. I didn’t care at that point. The investigation would be handled by Global Affairs, so it was out of my hands, or rather <em>paws</em>, at that point. I just wanted to get back to headquarters, make my report for <span class="caps">GA</span>, and relax for a while.</p>
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<p>Several months passed, and I made good on the promise of the televised tour. Did the entire thing as in a custom foal-sized Cobalion suit, just to hammer the point home. Seemed some people hated me for it, but oh well. You can’t control the public’s opinion… Well, not ethically, anyway.</p>
<p>But the best part? A twenty-four juror panel heard Greenwall’s trial. None of them were even remotely on Shirohoshi payroll, with a majority working for rival companies that did business on our worlds. Fourteen days of facts and testimony, ending in a unanimous guilty verdict. And because of the callous outburst she had when it came in, the judge ordered her to undergo rehabilitation therapy. Cue five <em>more</em> violent outbursts, and she was looking at exile, or potentially going through <em>recycling</em>, if she proved to be too much of a threat.</p>
<p>Fourteen days after that, she lashed out at a therapist who brought up Trillas, and… Well, she got what <strong>I</strong> thought she deserved from the beginning. The new stone jaguar fountain looks <em>real</em> nice in the courtyard. I wanted obsidian-granite, but the center decided to go with a nice black marble. I wasn’t about to take that away from the staff, so of course, it’s black marble.</p>
<p>For now, it was nice and quiet at the therapy center. I was running it as a temporary manager while Aika found a replacement. People needed help, and I wasn’t about to let all the effort of our therapists go to waste. Not after the legal fight we’d went through.</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Lovedoll Newbie Pt.1 (R)2020-04-22T00:00:00-05:002020-04-22T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2020-04-22:/lovedoll-newbie-pt1.html<p>I mentally yawned as I sat back in the Olunai Falls Bridgestar’s store lounge, watching the people go by. It was demo and sale day, and there wasn’t much to do back home, so keeping an eye on the event sounded like a good idea. And given my …</p><p>I mentally yawned as I sat back in the Olunai Falls Bridgestar’s store lounge, watching the people go by. It was demo and sale day, and there wasn’t much to do back home, so keeping an eye on the event sounded like a good idea. And given my love of Lovedoll transsuits, I had just the right outfit for the job.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Woah!”</p>
<p>I turned to see a customer walk in from the elevator, and was slowly taking in the busy scene ahead of him. But his eyes soon locked onto me.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>That’s…not a suit I’ve seen in the catalog.” He said. The black lion was looking over the pearlescent white unicorn suit I was wearing, and I saw his eyes shoot up toward the golden crystal horn sticking out of my forehead, before locking eyes with my own gemstone spheres, cut and set to specifically look like emerald eyes. “Ma’am, that’s a whole new level from what I usually see. You look amazing.”</p>
<p>A let out a chuckle as I got to my golden hooves, my inflated pink tail and mane swaying behind me a bit in the air. My muzzle was the molded type, with a pink onahole embedded into it, so it didn’t move when I spoke.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Thanks. It’s a custom Premier-tier suit. Take it you’re here for the sale?”</p>
<p>His face turned red. According to my <span class="caps">HUD</span>, his name was Josh Engar. Two year customer of the company, but mostly smaller items in his purchase history. “Didn’t even know there <em>was</em> one. I just got back from a business conference, and wanted to get something to let off some steam.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, all the love doll suits, pieces, accessories, and even actual love dolls are on sale right now.” I told him, handing over a flier from the stack on the table next to me. “Might be a good way to get that pressure taken care of.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Actually… What’s it like to be a love doll?” He asked, taking a quick look at the paper. “Like…in general?”</p>
<p>I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Depends on the model you go for, really. But for most people, there’s a list of like…twenty different things that you gotta adapt to. Like the mouth. Takes some time to get used to the fact that it’s always open and doesn’t move, and you have to drop your expectations just to talk like that.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh?” The lion looked my face over, probably trying to imagine it. “I think I could see how you’d need time for that. Anything else like that?”</p>
<p>I had to stop and think for a moment. There were plenty of those little quirks to choose from.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, for most generic models, you stop needing to eat or sleep, stop needing to use the restroom unless you just need to clean up… Don’t need to breathe, but you can suck or blow at will. There’s just a lot of little things, so I always tell people that it just takes some practice or training, and you’ll get used to changing between organic and love doll like it’s nothing.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I take it you’re speaking from experience?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You could say that.” My hooves squeaked as I leaned down, picking up the spare hoof boots I’d made earlier and clipping them to one of my hip handles. “Personal experience, and training others. I ‘ve been a cheetah doll for about eight years now. Don’t regret throwing away my organic body, either.”</p>
<p>Josh looked even more intrigued as I returned to the couch. “Was there anything that made it hard for you? Like… Anything that really stuck out for you?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mmm… A couple things.” I replied, getting back into a more relaxed state. “The mouth, just like most people. I was so muffled when I tried to talk that it was like having a permanent gag in place. At least until I got rid of the muscle memory. Having mittens for hands before my upgrade made it hard to type or use certain things around home, and showering as pure latex was a real trip the first time. Can’t feel pain, but a fall’s still a fall.”</p>
<p>After shifting myself in place, I laid out along the couch, head on the arm like it was a pillow. “Honestly, the biggest challenge was just being out in the crowds. You don’t get odd looks around the bigger cities, but smaller cities like this one? You stick out like a sore thumb. Just riding one of the trams to work made me really self-conscious for the longest time.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I can’t even imagine how that must’ve been.” His smile was bright, even as he said that. “I can’t even picture going into a meeting at the office like that. I mean… I’ve got three pool toys as managers under me, but I honestly don’t know how I’d handle it. Still… Hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Where’s the kiosk for the suits at?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Aisle five.” I told him, pointing to the north. “Second section. First section has the cheaper generic suits. on the shelves.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Thanks.”</p>
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<p>A couple hours passed as I continued watching people go by. But then, Mr. Engar came back. He wasn’t a black lion, though. He was a Delta-tier black unicorn stallion, with shimmering smooth skin from top to bottom. An inflatable mane and tail with metallic flakes made him look like there was a night sky following close behind, while his dark purple hooves and hoofnail hands really matched the overall look.</p>
<p>Like me, he had a molded smile surrounding a silicone onahole, and even the same model equine dildo down between his legs, complete with the pair of lemon-sized balls that came with it. Hell, I think we even had identical eye parts: the <em><span class="caps">LX</span>-127s</em> with the rainbow pattern iris and star-shaped pupils. The crystal horn and pool toy-style handles too, though his came in the same purple as his hands and feet. The only thing different was that he didn’t have the <span class="caps">DD</span>-cup breasts I did. They were smaller C-cups instead. </p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You look good like that, Mr. Engar.” I said, getting to my hooves. “How’s it feel?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well… It’s different.” His voice was just a <em>bit</em> more feminine. <em>Girlish</em> might have been the word. “I’m enjoying it, but I think I’m gonna need some time to really settle in like this. Don’t have to go to work for a few days, at least.”</p>
<p>I gave him a nod. “Well, you’re already talking clearly, so that’s a good sign.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Like you said, it’s about not relying on muscle memory.” After putting down a couple of boxes, Josh reached up and massaged his snout a bit. “It feels like someone shoved a thru-hole gag in my muzzle and glued it there, but my jaw isn’t getting tired. It’s just so <em>weird</em>.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Right? That’s how it was for me, too. Give it about a week, and you’ll stop noticing it all together.” I reached down to the three metal containers and helped put them in his arms again, slipping one of my business cards into the open one. “Just come back if you need any help or training.”</p>
<p>He took a quick look at the plank of cardboard. “Will do… <em>Mistress</em> Reana?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>A lot of people get caught off guard by that.” I said with a chuckle. “Most people above a certain rank go by a title like that in Shirohoshi. Even the <span class="caps">CEO</span> and president go by <em>Mistress</em>.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Huh! Seems fitting.”</p>
<p>I walked with him to the elevator, hitting the call button for him and setting it to the lower level. “Have a good day, Mr. Engar.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You too, Mistress Reana.” He said, just as the doors closed.</p>
<p>Felt good to see someone trying a new way of life.</p>
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issues, some of this story was lost. I’m posting what is the first half
as it is, simply so it’s not completely lost.)</em></p>
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<p>It was a nice morning in Reshora Hills. Quiet city far north …</p><p><em>(Author’s Note: This was supposed to be longer, but due to hardware
issues, some of this story was lost. I’m posting what is the first half
as it is, simply so it’s not completely lost.)</em></p>
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<p>It was a nice morning in Reshora Hills. Quiet city far north of the
Butterfly Empire’s capital city, with a cool spring breeze blowing
through downtown. Being in my Omega-tier Cobalion love doll form, I had
molded details and a permanent smile, perfect for customer service. All
I had to do was put a temporary Bridgestar logo decal on my chest, and I
didn’t have to worry about using a uniform.</p>
<p>However, the quiet soon faded just a bit as someone approached me. An
anthro elephant, grey-skinned and looking rather…worried? Embarassed?</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Excuse me. You work for that Bridgestar store, right?” He asked, making
me realize he was fairly young. Probably just turned a legal adult recently.</p>
<p>I got to my hooves, prepared to get back to work. “Yes. I’m acting
manager of this branch for today. Is there something I can help you with?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Um…” The awkwardness of this guy was palpable. “I’m not really from
around here. I’m visiting friends, and every time I ask them certain
things, they just wave it off. I was wondering about those things on
your collar.”</p>
<p>I pointed to the charms stuck along the band. “These?”</p>
<p>He nodded. “Yeah! My friends have them on parts of their clothing, and I
see ‘em all over the place. They just won’t tell me what they’re for.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, Mr…”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Miss, actually.” The blush on <strong>her</strong> fact got even brighter. “Name’s
Liana. I’m…still in the middle of transitioning.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>My apologies.” I replied, holding out a hand and finding it shaken.
“I’m TeraDyne. As for the charms, they’re called <strong>uldaiza</strong>. They’re
basically government-issued identifiers used in the Omega Alliance for
kinksters, with some for general citizens, and some even specifically
for members of the royal family and court in the Butterfly Empire.”</p>
<p>Liana’s eyes kinda went a bit brighter. “Oh! So… I know Chase and
Karn have that red rhombus-shaped one like you. What’s that for?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>It’s called <strong>Open Invitation</strong>.” In my vision, I was sending a message
to one of the employees inside to bring me a pamphlet on the subject.
“Basically, if you see someone with one of these, depending on where you
are, you could legally yank them off the street and have sex with them,
so long as they’re obviously not in the middle of something important.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Wait… Like…r-raping them?” She asked, her voice turning rather fearful.</p>
<p>I quickly shook my head, raising up my hands. “No no no… So, the clue
is in the name. People who wear this charm open themselves to having
that done, effectively giving standing consent so long at it’s
displayed. It’s like yelling out for someone to use you as they see fit,
so long as they follow the other charms you’ve got. Um…”</p>
<p>Jiani soon appeared, and I couldn’t be happier to see that bluejay’s
face as she handed me the paper with the listing of charms.
Unfortunately, miss silence ran back inside. Probably had a customer to
deal with.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Okay, so… We’re in the Red District of this city.” I explained,
trying to keep myself calm as I watched Liani getting nervous. “Open sex
is allowed in public, so if I weren’t talking with you, someone could
walk up and literally just use me as the sex toy you’re seeing before
you, and I consent to that. However, they can’t just do <strong>anything</strong> to
me. The other charms tell them my limits.”</p>
<p>I paused, taking my collar off and pointing to the yellow topaz
kite-shaped piece just below the <span class="caps">O.I.</span> charm. “So, if they wanted to give
or receive any vanilla sex stuff—oral, anal, or vaginal—this shows
that I’m open to it.” My finger moved over to the blue circular charm
with <span class="caps">L.T.</span> etched into the gemstone, just to its right. “And in my case,
this one shows I’m especially open to being used by living toys.”</p>
<p>The pachyderm’s let out a breath of relief. Hell, she looked like me
right after a rough day. “Oh good… I… I really didn’t know what to
think.” She paused, taking a closer look, and pointing at one other with
her large finger. A blue gemstone etched to look like my snout. “What
about that one?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh! Um… Might be best if I show you that as well. See…”</p>
<p>I took a moment to reach up to my own snout, with my free hand, pulling
outward from it. A soft yellow glow began to shine from around my face,
and as my hand came free, a copy of my muzzle materialized within it. A
painted smile instead of a molded one, but it did the job.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I’m what’s called a <strong>clone-wearable</strong> model.” I continued, handing
over the smiling muzzle to my guest. “I can make transformative and
non-transformative pieces from my own body for someone to wear, within
limits. That charm shows I’m willing to let others take some pieces if
they wish. Only living toys with the feature can get them.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Woah… That’s pretty cool!” She looked the muzzle over with intense
curiosity. This lady was the kind of tourist I liked seeing. “And you
said they’re government-issued?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah.” I held out the multi-fold pamphlet, which she immediately began
reading over. “Getting some of them requires exams and lots of
paperwork, both for the safety of the one getting them, and everyone
around them. Like… You can’t call rape on someone for taking
advantage of an Open Invitation tag if you have it displayed, because it
just won’t hold up in court. If you’re not in the mood, you’ve got to
remove the charm and put it away. That’s something you’re tested on when
getting it.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh… We don’t have anything like that where I’m from.” Liana sounded
a bit uneasy, but the curiosity in her eyes was still there. “They say
sex isn’t allowed outside of sanctioned days on Argosol. Karn is trying
to get me through immigration here for the last few weeks because of it.
Says I’m from an abusive world.”</p>
<p>Before I could ask her anything further on that, she pointed at the
tooth-shaped charms on the plastic page, then to a matching pair on my
collar. “V-v-…Vo-reh?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Vore. The act of eating another sentient being.” I rubbed the back of
my head, causing a loud squeak as she once again looked frightened.
“Basically, you have to have certain abilities to even get those charms.
In my case, being the child of a literal death god lets me keep people
from dying in such acts, making it safe for both of us. And as a living
sex toy like I am right now, I could only hold them in my belly vat or
womb for a while. Well, unless they asked me to turn them into a living
lovedoll or something, then I could do that.”</p>
<p>Again, Liana looked quite relieved, this time sitting down to catch her
breath. “Oh-Okay… I thought it might be like some permanent thing
like back home.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh no…” I sat down beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “The
Omega Alliance doesn’t allow that sort of thing as part of the
<strong>uldaiza</strong> system. It’s a safeguard they put in right from the
beginning as far as the laws around them are concerned. And in places
where you might find some…objectionable things, they always have
signs up to warn people about it.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Ob…jectionable things?” She asked. Her English was clearly not as
fully-fleshed as I was expecting.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Things that might upset you, basically.” I pointed at the red tooth and
red skull charms in the brochure. “These are what we call the <strong>hard
vore charms</strong>. Anyone wearing the tooth is a predator, and the skull
marks prey, just like they others. And like the <strong>open invitation</strong> one,
as long as it’s showing, you’re consenting to it. But… Let’s just say
someone like you would probably be best not seeing something like that. Not—-“</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Eaten alive, I guess?”</p>
<p>Well… She sounded worried, but…maybe accepting? “Yeah. In some
places, it’s allowed due to abilities and systems like what I can do.
Those charms have trackers in them, so police know if it’s a legal kill
or not. No need to call anyone about it. But yeah… I’ve seen tourists
go to Raidhollow Glade, and come across a couple of blood baths, having
never read the warnings. Even after signing the usual waivers to get
into the Red District there, they end up pretty shaken.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>That doesn’t really bother me much.” This time, I had to give her a
quizzical look. “I’ve…seen things like that. My home has lots of
predators. They lose control sometimes. You get used to it. But…when
it happens in those places here, they come back?”</p>
<p>I nodded, feeling a bit of relief myself. “Yeah. Usually in a couple
minutes. Memories and all.” After a moment, I reached into one of the
hidden pockets along my waistline and pulled out my charm case, opening
it up for her to see. My thumb pointed to the red tooth and skull charms
I owned. “I would know.”</p>
<p>Liana stared down at them for a moment, snout curling around as if in
thought. “You…are prey, too?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sometimes.” I almost started to chuckle, but stopped myself, unsure how
to treat the situation. “When I’m in my organic form, I have some
unique…abilities. I can’t feel pain, and I can naturally come back if
I die. It’s fairly rare, but there’s a few million people who’re the
same. Many of us learned to enjoy both sides survival, and some like
myself learned to use it to help others.”</p>
<p>She turned her head, as if trying to process what I’d just said.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Um… Well, let’s just say that death doesn’t hurt me like it does
others. I learned early on to respect it, rather than fear it. Because
of that, I’m more than open to letting myself be killed multiple times
in a row, a literal lamb to the slaughter, with the discarded bodies
used to help feed those who need the meat.” I pointed to a small blue
shield-shaped charm, with a red spiral etched into the front. “It’s why
I have this one, showing myself as a <strong>special disaster relief worker</strong>.
It’s not on the list, though.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh… Oh wow… Things are so different here.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>My friend, you have no idea.” I stopped, thoughts running through my
head. “You said your friend is trying to get you through immigration. Is
living in the Butterfly Empire what you really want?”</p>
<p>She hesitated, rubbing her fingers together. Fidgeting, perhaps? “It
would… It would be better than home. I want to live longer than my
parents did. They became food for predators a few years ago.”</p>
<p>No wonder she was so unnerved by the vore charms. Well, looked like I
had a customer in need of assistance after all. I stood up, my hand
still on her shoulder for a moment. “Come on. I can help with that, and
we can go over some of the other charms you might see. You’ll need to
know them for the immigration test later on.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Y…Are you sure? I…I don’t have any money.” She said, getting to
her feet and looking quite embarrassed.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Immigration courses are free, as are the tests.” I replied, motioning
for her to follow me into the store. “Shirohoshi is a partner of the
Butterfly Empire, so we handle this all the time.”</p>
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<p>A sigh escaped my lips as I stepped up to the house …</p><p><em>(Author’s Note: This was supposed to be longer, but due to hardware issues, some of this story was lost. I’m posting what is the first half as it is, simply so it’s not completely lost.)</em></p>
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<p>A sigh escaped my lips as I stepped up to the house and knocked. I never
expected my job to be easy, but some days, a disaster could really get
to you.</p>
<p>An older male wolf opened the door, grey showing in his otherwise black
muzzle. He looked weary as hell, and his voice was uneasy. “Can you come
back another time, ma’am? I—”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mister Olstein, I’m TeraDyne Hitokage-Ezeri, president and co-founder
of Shirohoshi Enterprises.” I said, trying to keep myself sounding
somewhat comforting when I wasn’t in too good of a mood myself. “I’m
here to see if I can help you with what has happened.”</p>
<p>He said nothing as he moved back, allowing me inside. Jarel Olstien…
That was his name. I’d seen it in the records I read on the way there.
After being led upstairs, an open door showed me why I was there.</p>
<p>His son was laying back, staring at the ceiling from his bed. A wolf
like his father, except…not quite like his father. Not anymore,
anyway. Instead of fur, he had pink rubber skin, with a red belly
marking that ran along his groin and inner thighs. His paws looked
normal from the top, but the bottoms were like boot soles, with proper
non-slip treads baked into them. And his hands, mittens on both sides,
were behind his head, yet still visible. His snout, static with an open
onahole in the front, a painted smile surrounding it.</p>
<p>Mr. Olstein motioned for me to follow him into the master bedroom just
down the hall. He closed the door behind us, then sat down on the
king-sized bed that took up most of the space, head in his hands.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I don’t know what to do.” Jarel said, sounding even more worn out than
just a few moments ago. “Kyle’s acting like it’s just another day,
but… I just don’t know.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mind…explaining what happened, as far as you know?” I asked, sitting
down beside the man. I truly felt for him. Single parents always seemed
to have it the hardest.</p>
<p>He stopped, taking a deep breath before looking up at the dresser in
front of him. “Well… I got off work early today, and came home. Found
out Kyle hadn’t even gone to school because his professor’s sick, and
they couldn’t get a sub. That wasn’t anything, so I went in to see if he
wanted to go out and get a pizza. I walked in seeing him like…well,
<em>that</em>. Box it came in was on the floor and everything.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Any idea how he got it?” I was trying to sort everything out in my
head, just to get an idea of what I was about to walk into.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I’d let him borrow my bank card to order himself a birthday present.
Didn’t know he had a fake <span class="caps">ID</span>, so I hadn’t really thought much about it
when the order came up a few ten-thousand Omen. Figured it might’ve been
a new computer or something. But I didn’t ask. I wanted to trust him.
Suit got delivered today, and he signed for it. Course, he tall like his
mother, so they didn’t question his <span class="caps">ID</span>, I guess.”</p>
<p>That must’ve been a damn good fake, then. Our computer systems should’ve
caught it.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Just…He gonna be like this for good?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>That’s…gonna depend on a few things, honestly.” I didn’t want to
hurt Mr. Olstein any further, but I wasn’t about to lie to him, either.
“This is the important one, though. Did you see a zipper on your son’s
back when you walked in on him?”</p>
<p>The old canine shook his head. “No. I thought he’d been holding a doll
at first, ‘till he turned around. Why?”</p>
<p>Well fuck… I couldn’t help but wince slightly.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Basically, our TransSuits have an option to let them become permanent,
for those that want to make their transitions permanent. By removing
that zipper, your son triggered that feature, but…” I had to hold up
my hands, trying to stop him from freaking out. “There’s still some
options. With him like this, it means we can just use another TransSuit
to get him as close as possible to his old self. It’ll take a couple
days, but I can have it put priority one and expedite the delivery
myself. That’s the easy option.”</p>
<p>There was a bit of an awkward silence as I let the news sink in. It
wasn’t going to be permanent, and that seemed to take a few years off
the poor father’s face. “Oh… Oh, thank the gods… I thought there
was going to be a <em>but</em> in there.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>There kinda is…” I admitted, watching him get a bit more fearful
again as his ears flattened. “Let me talk to him for a while. There’s
got to be a reason <em>why</em> he went through all this <em>and</em> made it
permanent. If there’s something going on at school, or between his
friends, or something like that, he’d probably be more open to sharing
it if he didn’t think we were going to take this change away from him.”</p>
<p>His eyes started to tear up. The stress was <em>really</em> getting to him.
“You think so?”</p>
<p>I nodded, reaching into the messenger bag at my side and pulling out a
handkerchief to give to him. “After having to deal with a number of
children who acted like this, yes. If there’s an underlying issue,
they’re not going to come clean if they think they’re going to be
punished. Mind if I try?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>P-please. I just don’t want my baby boy getting into any more trouble.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I’ll do what I can. Just… If you try to listen in, I’m probably
going to be asking questions you won’t like. And you’ll probably hear
answers that you’ll like even less. Just be patient. Okay?”</p>
<p>He gave me a couple short nods, wiping away tears from his eyes. “O-o-okay…”</p>
<hr>
<p>I got to my feet and went over to what was obviously Kyle’s room. He had
a rather nice-looking gaming <span class="caps">PC</span> set up on his desk, a number of action
figures that I really didn’t recognize, some model planes… Nothing
that even hinted that who owned all of it was currently sitting back as
a minor turned into a living Lover’s Day sex doll. I knocked, watching
as the kid bolted upright.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Kyle? I’m TeraDyne Ezeri, from Shirohoshi. Mind if I come in and talk
with you for a bit?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Woah! Sure!” He replied.</p>
<p>The kid had definitely kept his natural voice in the transition, but
seeing a child in that shape was…concerning. Probably not for the
same reasons that his father was worrying about, though. Still, he was
proving that kids could adapt more easily than adults. Most couldn’t
even get basic speech down in their first <em>day</em>, much less a few hours.</p>
<p>I walked inside, closing the door behind me. No sense in making him
worried about his father’s wrath or something.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Enjoying your new self?” I asked in as casual a tone as I could,
plopping down onto the carpet nearby.</p>
<p>The enthusiasm in his voice was…expected, but still unsettling. “Heck
yeah. This feels <em>awesome</em>!”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Don’t I know it. I’ve got a few hundred in my own collection that I
tend to wear, even at work. Especially the one that’s…well, me, but
full love doll. Fell in love with the idea long, long ago.” Just stay
focused, Tera… He’s the one who needs to be distracted. “How about
you? What got you interested in being one?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>My boyfriend Tyrel.” Kyle began fidgeting with his tail like a pup, but
I could tell it was likely something he normally did while talking. “He
lives with his big brother Jake, and Jake has a few of ‘em that he uses
for his job. He lets me wear a blue gryphon when I visit, and Tyrel gets
to sit around at home in another just like it.”</p>
<p>Oh… That… That wasn’t entirely kosher. Like, it was technically
legal as long as there wasn’t any sex involved, but… This wasn’t
going as planned.</p>
<p>I gave myself a moment to think how I wanted to word my next question.
“Either of them…do anything naughty with you in them?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You mean sex? Like some’a the stuff on the extranet?”</p>
<p><em><span class="caps">WHELP</span>…</em></p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Like…His brother won’t touch me, but he ended up walking in on me
giving Tyrel some with my beak. Said he put us in the suits cause he
knew he couldn’t stop us, so he wanted it to be safe. Then he left, and
Tyrel took me from behind for my first time.”</p>
<p>I…couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Like, I technically should’ve
found out who that guy was and had him arrested, and had I been on
Earth, I would’ve been forced to by law. But… No, as illegal as it
might have been, the guy had a point. Try as you might, you couldn’t
stop a teen from doing something stupid, only make it as safe as
possible. I myself was proof enough of that.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Huh! How long you two been dating?”</p>
<p>I swore the excitement in the kid’s voice was making it harder for me to
concentrate. You couldn’t ask for a happier teen, especially compared to
the edge cases I’d had to deal with over the last several decades.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Couple years now.” He replied. “One time, our professor caught us
kissing in the bathroom. Got detention for a week, but they didn’t tell
dad since it would’ve looked bad on the school. They kinda got a lot of
parents angry when they expelled Tanya and Gabe last year for snogging
before class.”</p>
<p>My eyes went around the room, catching sight of a picture of the young
wolf with what looked like a bluejay gryphon. “Sounds like you really
love him.”</p>
<p>That excitement started to turn into calm. Almost a serene tone.
“Yeah… He just… He makes me feel happy. We fight sometimes, but so
did Mom and Dad. We always make up.”</p>
<p>I smiled, trying to keep the conversation flowing. The more I had to go
on, the better. “That’s what lovers do. It’s not always happy-happy, but
you try to be there for each other. So… Is that why you pulled the
zipper off? So you could be like that for him?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>No.”</p>
<p><em>I’m sorry, what?</em></p>
<p>His hands squeaked as he nervously twisted the thick rubber tail they
held. “I…I just really like <em>this</em>. Like… Not even for the sex
thing. I just like being <em>this</em>. It makes me feel happy. You kinda get
that don’t you?”</p>
<p>I gave a nod, keeping my eyes locked to his. There was no sign of
hesitation behind those softly glowing plastic orbs. Just sheer blunt honesty.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah, I do. It’s about feeling like yourself, instead of being in
someone else’s skin.”</p>
<p>Kyle’s seemed to calm down just a bit. “Right?! I tried to tell dad
about it, but he just freaked out. Said something about him going to
jail or something.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, I can tell you that’s not happening.” I gave a grunt as I got to
my feet. “Your dad not going anywhere. Mind staying in here while I talk
to him for a bit?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sure! Thanks, Miss Ezeri!” He held out a mitten hand, which I shook
rather squeakily.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>No problem, Kyle.”</p>
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<p>I walked back to the master bedroom, where Jarel was still sitting on
the bed, trying to stay calm. Seemed he gave us the privacy that Kyle needed.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well?” He asked, sounding rather meek.</p>
<p>Oh… There was no good way to put it. I gave a soft sigh to regain my
own composure, and just…had a go at it.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, he’s not going to be in any trouble, that’s for sure. Did you
know he had a boyfriend?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah. Tyrel Smith.” He paused, blinking as something seemed to click in
his mind. “Oh gods, they broke into—”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>No, Mr. Olstein. Nothing like that.” I said calmly, putting a hand on
his shoulder. “Jake Smith apparently lets your son wear one of his blue
gryphon suits while visiting Tyrel. That’s <em>part</em> of what got him to
pull this stunt, but there’s…a bit more to it.”</p>
<p>Sitting down, I started to dig through my messenger bag as I spoke. “How
to put this… Your son found a sort of happiness when he was wearing
those suits. It obviously gave him more self-confidence. Made him feel
more comfortable as a synthetic being than his old organic self.”</p>
<p>The pamphlet I needed turned out to be in one of the outer pockets. I
pulled it and a pen out of my satchel, writing some information onto it.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Now, option one, you to let me take your son to Shirohoshi Headquarters
for a full psychological evaluation from our psychologists. To make
absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on with him. Because, in his
current mindset, forcing him to change back could honestly have some
dire consequences.”</p>
<p>He simply looked at me, almost pleading in a way I rarely saw outside of
canines. I knew it was a lot for him to take in, but didn’t know of any
way to pull those punches.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Or option two… You let him continue as he is for now, be there for
him when he needs you, and see where this path takes him. He learns how
to live in his new body, goes to school normally, and so on. Let him
decide if he wants to change back, or stay the way he is now and deal
with the consequences of his actions. I’ll have a TransSuit with his
name on it waiting to be delivered the moment we get a call, or even
just call us to answer any questions, but he needs to be the one to
choose that route.”</p>
<p>We sat there in silence for a while as I watched Mr. Olstein think
things over. Reading the infodoc I gave him on how the living love doll
bodies worked. The gears were turning, albeit begrudgingly so. It was a
life-changing event for both of them. Nothing was easy.</p>
<p>Eventually, Jarel turned to me, his voice shaky, but trying to keep some
pride in it. “Alright. I’ll keep an eye on him. This number go to a
customer service rep or something?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>No.” I replied, getting to my feet. “That’s my personal number. If
there’s any problem, or you have any questions, just call me, day or
night. If I don’t pick up, my assistant will, and they’ll make sure we talk.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Okay… Thank you, Miss Ezeri. I don’t know how we’ll handle this, but
we will.”</p>
<p>I saw Mr. Olstein get up and walk to his son’s room, following the wolf
to Kyle to make sure he’d be okay. I didn’t have to worry too much,
though. He almost immediately hugged Kyle, telling the kid how much he
loved him. I didn’t stick around. They had a bit of a road ahead of them.</p>
<p>I just hoped it was a road they could share.</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Incident: Jeri and Gyre (R)2020-04-19T00:00:00-05:002020-04-19T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2020-04-19:/incident-jeri-and-gyre.html<p>Things had been slow at the Bridgestar in Rekani City. A slow enough night that I’d left and went to one of the parks just outside of town. A certain itch was growing from a few days ago, and I wanted to scratch it.</p>
<p>I reached into one of …</p><p>Things had been slow at the Bridgestar in Rekani City. A slow enough night that I’d left and went to one of the parks just outside of town. A certain itch was growing from a few days ago, and I wanted to scratch it.</p>
<p>I reached into one of my pockets and pulled out a pair of tiny marble-sized Poké Balls, pressing the buttons to enlarge them.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Standby okay!” Its digitized voice said. Half of me still wanted to cringe, but hey, I liked authenticity.</p>
<p>With a simple toss into the air, I said those words that triggered the change. “Let’s… <em>Henshin!”</em></p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span><em>Ko-ba-ri-o-nn! A sword held to the sky for justice.</em>”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span><em>Ze-ku-ro-mu! A thuderous roar that shakes the skies.</em>”</p>
<p>I soon found myself in the armored form again, mostly identical to my anthro Cobalion self. Black boots and gloves, cyan and white metal plates with a rubber underarmor, a helmet with my horns, and two red opaque lenses that gave me a wider view inside than outside. And of course, thanks to my alterations, my thick equine shaft was out in the air covered in black rubber from tip to base.</p>
<p>Then the additional Zekrom armor appeared, its heavy arm shields and claws wrapping around me, along with the rest of the pieces from before. I’d made sure to give it larger feet to be a tad more accurate, and because I liked that sort of thing, so the heavier paw-like boots really did shake the ground slightly as I walked further into the park. And just as suddenly, the larger hybrid cock with its ridges and knot hung down between my legs, its pointed tip hovering just inches from the grassy ground in its flaccid state.</p>
<p>I stretched a bit, but before I could do anything, my phone began to beep, signaling a call. Sighing, that thing was brought out, and begrudgingly so, only to find myself taking a video call instead of one over voice.</p>
<p>My mother, Lenne, was on the other side, showing hir lovely bone dragoness face… Well, skull mask, but with hir, same difference. I haven’t seen it removed in so long that it might be permanently attached. What <em>wasn’t</em> attached was hir eyes, given how shi immediately went silent and began looking across the screen on hir side.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span><em>That’s</em> what you’ve been working on for the last week?” Shi asked, eyes dropping down and staring in what I could assume was befuddlement.</p>
<p>I chuckled. “Part of it. You caught me just after work, and right before I sat down to let out some steam. What’s up?”</p>
<p>The look on hir face changed, and certainly not for the better. “We kinda need you here at headquarters. I’ll explain when you get here, but long story short, rebellious teens and a closed store.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Explain while I’m on my way.” I said, using my suit’s abilities to take off into the sky toward the massive building in the distance. “It’s gonna take me a few to get there.”</p>
<p>Mom sat down in a chair, holding hir phone up in one hand. “…You know that Northern Cross store in Bell Falls Valley here on Shirohoshi?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>The one that got broken into a few months back?” I thought back to the incident itself, as I’d been looking into it on the side. “Yeah. A minor sawed through the locks on the employee door. Stole a Keldeo TransSuit, some restraints, and some love doll trans-clothes. Same store get hit again?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah, except they got in through the loading dock this time. Alarm didn’t get tripped, so they might’ve done some damage to the system. Regardless, security drones managed to catch eight minors after they’d put on some TransSuits of their own, and their Keldeo buddy after he put on one of the love doll suits. Easier to get them by the handles… Still, five got away. Hey…. Wait a second…”</p>
<p>My mother paused, looking off camera at something. “Come in as you are. I might have an idea if it comes down to that.”</p>
<p>That sent a shudder down my spine, but I wasn’t entirely sure what kind it was. Either the kind where I’d enjoy seeing some karma being handed out, or the kind where I’d regret helping.</p>
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<p>After finishing my flight, I touched down in front of the massive building. It was the middle of the night, yet the place was packed. Even more than usual. The looks I got as I walked through the front doors were priceless, but the elevator ride was a little bumpier than I’d wanted it to be. Still, I managed to get to the fourteenth floor without too much incident, thanks mostly to the fact that I could turn <em>off</em> the ability to generate fluids down below. Security and holding were just down the hall to the right.</p>
<p>And upon entering through the keycard-locked door, I was met with a hell of a sight. My mom was still sitting in a chair at the security desk, while our thieves were locked away in a few of the forcefield-protected cells, a most of them still cuffed as well. Two humans with taur lower bodies, a couple of wolves, a fox, a shark, the Keldeo love doll, and two plain humans. Great…</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Good, you’re here.” Mom said as I walked inside, getting to hir feet. She didn’t have any of her <em>unuigokununoj</em> with hir. Like, no headhands or headfeet… Just hir base bone dragoness self. Shi never left without any visible partners. <em>That</em> really made me worried.</p>
<p>I crossed my shielded arms, looking at the kids in their cells. “So, what’s the plan?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, they’re very…<em>unruly</em> is such a light word, but it’ll work.” The exasperated sigh shi gave told me plenty. “Anyway, despite appearances, they’re all human. None triggered the permanency shift, thank the gods. The two out-of-suit have their parents on the way, but the rest—including our love doll friend—aren’t getting any such backup. In fact, horse-boy’s parents pretty much said he’s on his own.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Any hint that they might be abusive?” I had to ask such questions any time a line like that came up. “Or any of the others?”</p>
<p>Mom shook her head. “I don’t know yet. Can’t find <em>anything</em> on the wolves or fox, even after pattern matching their <span class="caps">DNA</span>. Got <em>their</em> info, but nothing about their family. The two taurs are siblings, and their parents are in prison vases in the Butterfly Kingdom. Jury’s still out on the doll, but I’ve got a couple of officers in Bell Falls Valley looking into—-“</p>
<p>The doors behind me opened as the two of us looked on. Doberman security drones, leading in five new additions to the group, all humans of various ethnicities. One of the drones must have seen my <span class="caps">ID</span> tag, because they handed me a stack of paperwork to look through while their partner led the others into the holding cells.</p>
<p>All five humans gazed at me in almost absolute horror, but I wasn’t entirely sure why.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Found them hiding in the store warehouse.” The female officer said, her voice digitally masked to protect her identity. “Took a bit to calm them down, but we still can’t take any new juveniles right now, so we had to bring them to you.”</p>
<p>While I flipped through the pages on our guests, Mom started asking questions. “Called their parents yet?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>On their way. We gave them vouchers for transport if they needed it.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Says here one of them is a perpetual runaway?” I asked, not liking what I saw in the writing. “Was that ever looked into?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Abusive family.” The officer said, sounding rather sad about it. “Mother’s doing time in Echo Glade Prison for armed robbery of a resource shuttle. Father got himself arrested about two years ago for capital assault. Beat the kid’s sister senseless for getting a low math grade. He’s looking at being <em>recycled</em> from what I remember.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Guardians?” Mom piped in, looking over the page with me. “Yeah… I know these two. One works at the Bridgestar there in Bell Falls Valley. I trained her in my management class.”</p>
<p>That begged the question… “How’s the sister doing?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Scared shitless.” That wasn’t the reply I was hoping for from the canine unit. “Shi can’t sleep in the dark, every little sound will startle hir… Poor kid desperately needs help, but no one’s been able to get through.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>One thing at—-“</p>
<p>I held up my hand, stopping Mom mid-sentence. Shi knew I wouldn’t do that without reason.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Put this Gyre kid in room <span class="caps">IA</span>-four-two, just down the hall. I want a heart-to-heart with him in a bit.”</p>
<p>In the corner of my vision, I watched as the officer’s partner walked back into the cells and pull a green-haired human out, escorting him back out and into the hallway. The human looked just as frighted as when he was brought in. Perhaps even more so. Maybe there was some hope for him yet.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>And the others?” Mom asked, grabbing the paperwork to look through. “Eh… Most of them don’t have much of a history. Probably worth just a warning, and maybe a bit of community service. Depends on the parents, of course.”</p>
<p>If I could’ve smiled with my mask, I would have. “Take our Keldeo friend to a solo cell on the next floor up. We’ll let him sweat it out for a few hours before we handle that issue.”</p>
<p>Mom did the smiling for me. “Sounds like you’ve got a plan.”</p>
<p>I pointed to the line with the kid’s date of birth.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Ah! I see. Nice catch!”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a rowdy human child to look into.”</p>
<p>As I walked out the door, Mom had to get the last word in. “Another project, huh? Good luck. Maybe that ability of yours ‘ll come in handy again.”</p>
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<p>Shirohoshi’s security interrogation rooms were no place for a minor. I knew that as much as anyone else. But as I sat on a backwards chair in front of the fair-skinned kid, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for him.</p>
<p>There he was, a seventeen year old, two weeks from adulthood, still wearing the black rubber skirt and shirt he was caught it, scared shitless of what probably looked like an armored monster that had done nothing but stare at him in silence for a few minutes. The only thing between us was the strong metal chair, a table with his information on it, and a forcefield that let us see and talk to each other.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>So…” I said calmly, causing Gyre to practically jump out of his high-heel dominatrix boots. “You kinda fucked up today, kid. Not the end of the world, but you did what you did.”</p>
<p>He didn’t say anything, instead turning and huddling against the wall, bringing his feet up onto the bench. I’d seen that reaction far too many times over the centuries. Scared, but still stubborn.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You don’t have to say a word to me. Your guardians are down the hall, getting a rundown of what happened from the officers. I don’t know why you chose to follow your friends in there to try and nick what you could, and I’m not even going to pretend to know what your life is like. But I do want to ask you about a few things.”</p>
<p>I stood up as my helmet digitally retracted into the rest of my armor, showing my real face. Upon walking to the energy screen to make sure he could see me, he seemed to relax a bit. Maybe all he needed was to see he wasn’t dealing with that monster…</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>First of all, I noticed you grabbed feminine clothing. Are you trans, or gender fluid perhaps? I’d rather not get that wrong if I can avoid it.”</p>
<p>Gyre mumbled something I couldn’t hear at first, but then, that meek squeaky voice managed to say something I could understand. “I just like girly things…”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Alright.” I leaned back against the table, trying my best not to crush the thing under my weight. “Second question. How’s it feel to be wearing that kind of outfit? To wear skirts and such?”</p>
<p>That seemed to get the kid’s attention. He looked at me like he barely understood a single word. Curveballs tended to get that kind of reaction around me, but in this case, I really needed to know what was going on up in that head of his.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I…” There was the pause of confusion. “I just really like it. My little sister always let me wear her stuff, since we’re the same size and everything. I even got to hang out with her friends. I wasn’t a girl, but they treated me like one. I… I’ve just always really liked how it feels.”</p>
<p>And there was the sound of my own train of thought derailing and shattering. I wasn’t expecting it to be connected to such a sensitive subject. Just glad my <em>Comfort</em> ability was letting me get through to him.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Do your guardians know?” I asked, picking my phone up off the table and tapping out a message. “About your clothing preferences and such?”</p>
<p>He shook his head. “No… Mr. Rikan really isn’t home much, and Ms. Rikan works all day. I just…I don’t really know ‘em too well. Sis and I only started living with ‘em around two years ago. She likes ‘em, but won’t talk to anyone.”</p>
<p>The kid was well spoken. Twenty-somethings I knew were more crass than him, yet here it felt like I was back in college talking to one of my classmates. Something just wasn’t adding up about all this. He felt too <em>mature</em> for such a petty crime, and yet, here we were. It just didn’t sit well with me.</p>
<p>My phone buzzed, showing a reply to the query I’d sent. “Well, I’m going to give you a bit of news. Good or bad depends on how you look at it.”</p>
<p>As I got up on my feet again, my armor clattered hard against the ground, startling the poor kid. I’d almost forgot about how big those massive Zekrom pieces were. “You’re not looking at any jail time or anything from the officers, just a warning. However… You’re also not going home today.”</p>
<p>He got to his feet, but I raised my hand to stop him from speaking, which really made him back off for a moment. “You still need to pay for those clothes you stole. You got into the Prime level merchandise, and those aren’t cheap, so you’ll be working it off here for the next two weeks. You’ll stay in a room on the fourth floor, with an ankle bracelet to make sure you don’t run away, but you won’t be treated any differently from an employee here.”</p>
<p>Again, I saw him try to argue, but all that came out of his mouth was a tiny squeak, then silence. I think his brain was finally starting to process what I’d just said.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>We’ll be talking during these two weeks, too.” I continued, pacing slightly as I spoke. Thankfully, the building didn’t quake like the ground back home did. “Not just about you, but seeing about helping you out where we can.”</p>
<p>At that point, Gyre’s jaw dropped. I smiled, reaching up to the door controls to lower the forcefield.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I don’t like seeing people in bad situations, but I really hate seeing people not get <em>enough</em> help when they need it. Trust me, you’ll learn pretty quick just how spontaneous of a person I can be. Especially when I see someone I feel could use my attention. You’re not the first, and certainly not the last.”</p>
<p>I held out a clawed hand to him. “You’ll find that even monsters like me can be your greatest friends sometimes. Come on. Let’s get you to your room so you can relax for a bit.”</p>
<p>The human stayed still for a few moments. <em>Comfort</em> must have been wavering. But, in the end, he took it, and I helped him to his feet. I think it must have been the relief that things weren’t as bad as they seemed. I couldn’t tell what was going through his head, but I could only hope it was a bit more positive than when he first got put in that cell.</p>
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<p>After getting Gyre set up in his room, and outfitting him with some appropriate attire for his needs, I realized it was after midnight. The day had just shifted, and I had a birthday present to give.</p>
<p>After changing out of that armor and into something a bit more fitting, I went up to the solitary confinement section, hooves squeaking with every step. If I was going to deal with an Omega-tier Keldeo love doll, I might as well match her on that.</p>
<p>Molded static mouth surrounding a red onahole, gemstone eyes cut and set to look natural, cyan and grey latex skin with texturing, golden horns with grip texture, actual hooves instead of the usual boots, actual hands instead of the usual mittens… Of course, my dildo-like cock was standing at attention, just like an actual sex doll’s would. But that wasn’t important. I wouldn’t exactly be using it.</p>
<p>The guards saluted me as I walked past, using their keycards to open the outer visitation section of the cell.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Jeri Inga?” I called out upon entering, watching as the Keldeo across the room looked up at me.</p>
<p>Much like my current self, she had a molded static mouth, textured skin in all the right colors, grippable horns, hands and hooves instead of the usual lower-tier features, and even the dildo between her legs. The only differences were the inflatable mane and tail that bobbed as she moved, and the pair of breasts adorning her chest.</p>
<p>The fellow Poké Doll got to her feet, speaking in what was clearly a voice-changed feminine tone. One of the defaults, as I recalled. “Yeah? Who’re you? My executioner?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Funny.” I replied, crossing my arms as I sat down on the chair in front of the forcefield that kept her inside. My chest pressed against the back of the art deco piece, allowing me to lean on it as I spoke. “I’m TeraDyne Hitokage-Ezeri, co-founder and president of Shirohoshi Enterprises.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>And?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, I came to give you a few bits of news.” <em>Comfort</em> wasn’t going to work with this one. I knew that going in. “First of all, congratulations on having your legal sex officially changed to female. The judge wanted me to deliver that to you personally.”</p>
<p>The Keldeo shook her head, before turning around and walking back toward the foldout bed and sitting down. Seemed Jeri had managed to remove the host zipper of the suit. She very much wasn’t human anymore, and while I had the ability to change her back, I doubted it would’ve done any good. In fact, it probably would’ve caused a lot more problems all around.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Second, your parents wanted to wish you a happy birthday. In your case, it’d probably be more apt to call it your date of manufacture now.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Ha ha. Funny…” She replied leaning back with her arms behind her head. “I’m not even like this for a day, and I’m already getting jokes about it.”</p>
<p>I paused, trying to gauge this person. Something…wasn’t right. The kid was acting more spiteful than anything. I needed more info if I was going to get to the bottom of it.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>So… Why’d you do it?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Hmm?” Jeri looked at me, that molded smile seemingly rather fitting with her sarcasm. “Whadya mean?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Why’d you break in and steal things?” I asked, leaning forward just a bit. “Why not save up and buy them yourself?”</p>
<p>The snirk that came from the Keldeo was… I couldn’t figure out <em>what</em> it was. “I <em>tried</em>. This suit’s the one I ordered. But just like <em>everyone</em>, they took one look at me and said <em>nope</em>. Never even refunded me.”</p>
<p>That made little sense. Seventeen year-olds could order the doll suits to be delivered within a week of legal adulthood. Unless… I looked back at the information I’d gotten before, and found a picture of Jeri as a human. Young, blond hair, green eyes. She looked mostly normal. Then I saw the height chart… </p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You’re only about a hundred and thirty centimeters. Same size as that suit.” I gazed back up to see her lie down. She <em>was</em> fairly short for a human. “Let me guess… They thought you were a child with a stolen <span class="caps">ID</span> and card?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yup.” She replied, sounding a bit more angry. “Didn’t matter that the bank card was in my name, or that my <span class="caps">ID</span> checked out. Didn’t matter that I’d gone to that same fucking store and signed for the whole thing. Soon as the delivery person looked over everything, they just turned around and left. Felt like the last ten years of therapy just became a massive slap in the face.”</p>
<p>Therapy? Oh dear… I could see where this was going. “Species dysphoria?”</p>
<p>Jeri rose to her hooves and began pacing as she spoke. “Species dysphoria, gender dysphoria… Didn’t help my parents kept waving it off. Said I’d end up a <em>big strong soldier</em> like my dad. Didn’t matter that I liked dresses and skirts, they kept putting me in fucking jeans and t-shirts, with combat boots and shit that I hated.”</p>
<p>Oh fuck… Curiosity kills, as they say. And it just killed my entire set of expectations for this lady. It seemed to be killing <em>her</em> too. From the sound of her voice, she would’ve been streaming tears if she were still organic. The pain just kept growing in her words as she melted down in front of me.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I had dreams! I was a week away from getting out on my own, being what I knew was the real me! Immigration stuff was done so I could move back to the Butterfly Kingdom. Hell, I already had my application <em>filled out</em> for Ralshi’s Diner in Jarosi’s Cove on Aurumera! They told me they’d be <em>happy</em> to have me as a waitress after my transition! And then…? <strong><em>Nope!</em></strong> Just because I’m fucking <em>four-foot-two</em> and <em>human</em>!”</p>
<p>Disaster… That was the only word I had for the situation. However, while I kept listening, I swiftly brought my phone out from its hidden pocket on my waist, and started tapping out some messages. Strongly worded messages, except the one to my mother.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I spent so <em>damn <strong>long</strong></em> trying to do things right, and what did I get out of it? Fucked over! Get good grades in school? <em>Oh! You’ll do better next time.</em> Not to mention the fucking math teacher I got this year, telling me he should’ve failed me for a <em>ninety-five</em>. The phys-ed guy always roasting me for showing up in a skirt because I’m <em>not a little girl</em>. The therapist at least knew how to treat me.”</p>
<p>Then, silence… She wasn’t shedding real tears, but the foal-sized unicorn was crying. Just…crying. Huddled in the corner, sitting on the floor, head against her knees.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I miss Echo Glade…”</p>
<p>That was it. That was the information I needed.</p>
<p>I looked through her file again. There, at the back, was her early known history. Born at Rolthir Memorial Hospital in Echo Glade. She was born a <em>Glade human</em>, and ended up one of the <em>tall</em> ones, since they rarely grew past four feet. Sunuva—-</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I’m here, Tera.”</p>
<p>Mom came walking through the door. Apparently, shi’d stopped by hir office at some point, as hir twin orcas had taken up the positions for her legs, their heads hidden behind their maskboots. That meant shi might have been relaxing. I really hated to ruin that, but business was business.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mom…” I turned to look hir in the eyes, my hand hitting the button for the soundproofing controls. I didn’t want Jeri to hear what I was saying. Not just yet. “Mom, this whole incident might partially be Shirohoshi’s fault. There’s a chance I’m going to need full permissions to…<em>deal</em> with a number of civilians.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sob story?” Shi asked. I shook my head, and handed hir the file, complete with the notes I’d been making on them after I finished my texting spree. It didn’t take long for hir face to fall. “Oh… Oh fuck… Tera, I don’t want you investigating this.”</p>
<p>I stood up, sighing. “Didn’t plan on it. I’ve got about twenty of my own people working that part, but if even <em>some</em> of what she said is true—-“</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>…We’re gonna have to pass some stricter laws around here, yeah… As for our friend here…” Shi paused, looking at the still shivering mess of a Keldeo in the back. “Miss squeaky won’t be on the hook for her own suit if it really was paid for. Just the other things that were stolen. For the breaking and entering, though… This is a tough one.”</p>
<p>Looking back down at my notes, Mom got lost in hir own thoughts on the matter. However, I was already working out a few of my own ideas.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Two years of work at a store on Aurumera for both damages and the stolen goods.” I said, causing Mom to stop and stare at me for a moment. “Mandatory therapy for everything she went through, and training for her new body.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>That it?” Mom asked. “I mean, I’m fine with that.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>As far as the company goes? Yeah.” My gaze went toward Jeri, who had stopped crying and just stared at us. “I’ll have Aika do the training. She’s probably the best one to handle this project.”</p>
<p>Mom looked a bit uncomfortable, her glowing red eyes also looking out at the Keldeo. Thankfully, her skull mask covered the front of her snout, so lip reading wouldn’t be easy. “Think our friend over there will agree to it?”</p>
<p>I shrugged. “I dunno. But I’d like to try and convince her.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Alright. Have everyone send their findings to me directly. We’ll talk about the investigation when there’s more info. For now…” I hadn’t seen Mom so unnerved in a while. “For now, let me handle Jeri. Make sure Aika’s ready to take another project, and get her a nice room up on the twenties. We’ve…got some work ahead of us.”</p>
<p>I turned to walk out, picking my phone up from the table and tucking it away again. “Yeah… So does Jeri.”</p>
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<p>The trip up to floor twenty wasn’t exactly a comfortable one, but when the elevator opened and I walked out into the lobby area, things felt a little brighter. My phone buzzed, and I quickly looked it over, seeing a report that Gyre had finally went to bed. That was one issue down.</p>
<p>But when I looked up, my next potential hurdle was standing in front of me, talking to one of her department heads.</p>
<p><em>The Twenties</em>… Ten floors, housing synthetics of all walks, and overlooked by one <em>Aika</em>. She was a Premier-tier living love doll, and had been since the headquarters was rebuilt almost a millennium ago. A snow leopard taur, white from top to bottom with black circular spots, with an expertly detailed and textured body, and the same type of molded static smiling mouth that many of the other toys of our type had. Fair-sized breasts on her chest stuck out from within her black custom top, while her feet and legs were wrapped in rubber hoof boots, buckles running from ankles to hips.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Hello Tera. Hope you’re doing well.” Aika said, looking me over before starting to walk off. While we’d had a running rivalry for centuries, I <em>did</em> finally try to make amends with her when I realized she was just being competitive. Hearing her say that sincerely felt…really good.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Aika…” The fact that I didn’t call her <em>Mistress</em> made her stop. “I’ve got a young lady down stairs. Just turned 18 a few hours ago. Permanently changed into an Omega-tier intersex Keldeo love doll. She’s looking at two years with the company for breaking into a store and stealing things, but… Let’s just say she’s not in a good place mentally because of bullshit in one of our outer cities.”</p>
<p>Sighing, I paused long enough to watch Aika fully turn around and look me in the eyes. “She needs someone to help her out. Think you might be able to mentor her?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Depends on what I’m working with.” She said, more with interest than worry.</p>
<p>The nutshell story would suffice. “Former Glade human. Transfemale. Parents dismissed her gender and species dysphoria. Saved up for her suit, but delivery agent apparently denied her because of how she looks. Broke into a Northern Cross store twice, finally getting her suit, but also getting caught with a number of other minors. She had a full meltdown in her cell a bit ago, but Mom’s talking with her now.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I hope you’ve got an investigation going into that delivery agent.” Aika began clopping around on the floor, as if trying to think. “I can’t take anyone else right now, but Faral’s free. If I can transfer some of my new trainees over to <em>hir</em>, then sure, I could take the kid in.”</p>
<p>I nodded and hugged Aika. “Thanks. I’ll let you handle who goes to Faral.”</p>
<p>She returned the embrace, our bodies squeaking against each other. But when we let go, she put a mitten hand on my shoulder. “One more condition.” Her other hand poked me in the chest. “Six months. You have to stay in some sort of toy form for the next six months. Represent us for a while. It’ll be a nice <em>screw you</em> toward the kid’s parents, too.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>That I can do.” I said, stretching out a bit. “Been needing a change of pace, and I’m pretty sure a few of my cluster partners would love being in the same boat.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>And now you’re starting to sound like you’re really needing something to relax.” I cocked my head to the side, which resulted in her chuckling. “Your voice waivers a bit when you get stressed. I’ve heard it too much over the years to not recognize it. So, how about spending some time up here with me and my crew? Schedule says you’re pretty much off tomorrow, so you could rest with my pets in the toybox room, check in on the new kid, and join us for a bad movie tomorrow night. We’re gonna watch <em>Strange Terrors from the Nebula</em>.”</p>
<p>As much as I wanted to groan from yet another person telling me I needed to relax, she wasn’t wrong. Seeing Jeri torn apart so easily really hit me hard. Harder than I wanted to admit.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Sounds like fun. Plus, I really don’t feel like heading back to Saiden right now.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Good.” Aika gave me another hug. “Head to my quarters for now. I’m gonna get someone to make a room ready for the new kid, then make sure they’re comfy when they get brought up.”</p>
<p>I nodded, and the kitty made her way toward the other end of the hallway, hips swaying a bit from side to side. She seemed…excited. Hadn’t seen Aika so happy since…well, since I hired Mistress Faral to mentor under her.</p>
<p>Maybe things would start looking up for the night. I could only hope so.</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Out on the Streets (NC-17)2020-04-19T00:00:00-05:002020-04-19T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2020-04-19:/out-on-the-streets.html<p>Spring… Such a nice time around Grey Winds Valley. Unlike the Glade city to the south, there was no forest canopy protecting most of the ground from the light rains. The roads and sidewalks were mostly wet, but the sun had come out from the clouds, and the people were …</p><p>Spring… Such a nice time around Grey Winds Valley. Unlike the Glade city to the south, there was no forest canopy protecting most of the ground from the light rains. The roads and sidewalks were mostly wet, but the sun had come out from the clouds, and the people were back out doing their thing. I sat off in one of the alleyways, looking at the various beings that passed by in the city’s Red District.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yo… Cobali!”</p>
<p>The deep grunting voice made me turn around, seeing my big brother of a Terrakion leaning over the Flamedramon he’d pulled off the street. Terraki’s arm-thick cock was shoved far enough into the poor latex toy’s body that its belly was bulging, and the sloshing had gotten quite loud within them.</p>
<p>Of course, the two of us were living rubber sex toys as well. Fully molded details, including the permanent smiles surrounding the silicone onaholes we called mouths, while our hip and shoulder handles were embedded into our bodies, surrounded by curved concave divots just big enough for someone to stick a hand into. Same with our horns, made to be gripped by whomever might have used us.</p>
<p>His red gemstone eyes gazed toward me, tri-digit hoof-like hands wrapped around the Digimon’s own hip handles as he continued thrusting his dildo into the dragon’s ass. “Wanna come give our friend a filling from the other side? Pretty sure he’s got the room.”</p>
<p>As I approached the two, I looked down at the mute love doll. A lower tier model, with the armor molded into them instead of being removable, aside from his mask. Still, the guy seemed friendly enough, so I looked over the charms on his collar to make sure I wasn’t stepping over a line. It was most of the typical <em>uldaiza</em>, including the red rhombus that openly invited us to use him, but I did spy one that interested me a bit more.</p>
<p>The detailed smile on my face was quite apt. “Did you see <em>all</em> of the <em>uldaiza</em> this guy has?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Huh?”</p>
<p>The big guy took a moment to stop humping the kid’s brains out, leaning down to get a closer look. Sure enough, he saw the gold-and-black bird wing charm pinned in one of the rows. “Oh! Part of of the Royal Servants. Didn’t know Queen Starwings had anyone below Omega-tier.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>They put on Beta or Bronze tier suits when they’re out in public.” I said, rubbing the bulge of my vinyl crotch piece against the guy’s face as I grabbed his horn with my mitten-style hand. That seemed to make him shudder in all the good ways. “Makes ‘em less of a target. I’m pretty sure he’s a Platina or Omega underneath it.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Nngh!” My brother began his thrusting once again, the repeated squeaking of rubber on rubber coming from down below. “Why’d they gotta be so <em>tight</em>, though? You’d think they’d be a lot looser after so many uses from the guards and family.”</p>
<p>I pressed my legs on the sides of the Flamedramon’s head for a bit, making sure he stayed in place as the lubricating drool from his mawhole began to slicken the smooth surface between them. “You kidding? Queen Starwings <em>loves</em> keeping ‘em tight. Tight enough to destroy the onaholes sometimes. Pretty sure this poor sap’s been left a broken mess at least once. Maybe even had to be re-molded, if she’s still testing ‘em like she used to.”</p>
<p>It wasn’t long before Terraki gave a loud groan, and I could hear the splattering of synthcum as it leaked out onto the ground around his cock. Four massive loads in an hour… Still didn’t beat his old record. The satisfying sound of him pulling out, punctuated with a loud pop, really helped make me even more aroused.</p>
<p>My bull brother shook his head to clear it, letting our guest go. “Uhhh… That felt good. Thanks for the relief, buddy.”</p>
<p>The Flamedramon got upright and waved in the air with his claws, waddling away with a pronounced belly while looking quite satisfied. The seed was still dripping down his rump and legs, leaving a trail behind him as he made it out into the crowd.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>So, why’d yo—- A-aahh…!”</p>
<p>While he was distracted, I slipped down below him, getting that massive shaft of his into my smiling mawhole. Within seconds, I felt his hands slip under the handles on my shoulders as he backed me against a wall. Then, the heavy pounding began.</p>
<p>The spent cum on his cock tasted wonderful as it lubed up the ribbed silicone in my muzzle. My hands went up along his legs, finding their way to <em>his</em> hip handles as I held on to them. My face began to deform with every thrust as it was squashed against the bricks behind me, but that just made it even more worth being there.</p>
<p>Over and over, I felt that medial ring slip in and out past the lips of my onahole, his firm rubber dildo squeaking loudly in my head. All I could do was sit back and enjoy the ride, letting my big brother have his way with me.</p>
<p>Before long, I could feel the big guy shudder, and that low groan hit my ears just as I felt the massive wave of jizz spill down my throat and into my body. He pressed hard into the wall, practically flattening my head between the stonework and his crotch, stopped only by the twin gemstone orbs that were my eyes. And jet upon jet, liter upon liter, filled my belly with warmth.</p>
<p>When it was done, he pulled out of me with that same satisfying squeaking and pop, the flared head of his toy rod dragging a bit of his cream out as some more leaked onto my chestplate and face. I gave a soft moan as well as I enjoyed the sensations of the liquid ecstasy that had become my lunch, along with the feeling of having his flaccid cock lying across my snout as it continued dripping. Terraki was damn good at leaving me happy like that.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Forgot ya like being sloppy seconds.” He said, having regained his composure as quickly as he usually did. He let go of my handles, rubbing a bit of his spunk into my face before backing off. “Virizi would have you buried between her legs right now if she were here.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah, and Keldi would be next in line for trying to clean you up.” I got to my feet, rather thankful that our toy bodies didn’t need rest after every orgasm like organics did. “Come on. Let’s go find some more open friends to drain.”</p>
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<p>But that wasn’t what was on my mind as I sat back in the park near my home. In my hands twirled a small piece of equipment that looked like a Poké Ball, though I knew it wasn’t. It was based on something I’d picked up during a trip off-world. A copy that I’d modified and built in my design lab.</p>
<p>And as I stood up, I pressed the button on the tiny marble-sized orb, causing it to grow to something akin to a baseball. A digitized voice sounded from deep within: “Standby Okay.”</p>
<p>I smiled, tossing the ball into the air above me and striking a pose. My right hand went high, for a moment, then crossed with the other in front of my face, before both dropped to my sides. “Let’s… <em>Henshin!</em>”</p>
<p>The ball opened on that command, unleashing a stream of light. Within seconds, my body was covered in metal armor, and a black rubber-like underarmor. Cyan and white metal, with black boots and gloves, a high collar… My natural Cobalion form, given a hero suit look.</p>
<p>And as the ball dropped into its slot on my side, I could hear its short jingle play, and the voice speaking again: “<em>Ko-ba-ri-o-nn! A sword held to the sky for justice.</em>”</p>
<p>It felt so tacky… No self-respecting superhero would want to deal with such a loud announcement, especially if they needed any level of stealth. Then again, I enjoyed watching those types of shows from the Omega Grand Library. Not sure what that said about me.</p>
<p>I looked out, my head covered in a helmet with a short muzzle, and my vision filled with the outside world. The visor looked clear from within, while anyone seeing me from the other side would find a pair of opaque red lenses gazing back at them.</p>
<p>Of course, I’d modified this one to be a bit more <em>useful</em> for my needs. I wasn’t some superhero saving the world, but damn did the suits really get me riled up. Normally, there’d be all sorts of stats displayed in my visor, but I’d removed all that since it wasn’t necessary. Likewise with the summonable weapons, since a sword and shield wasn’t going to do me any good in bed. Well, not <em>that</em> type of sword anyway.</p>
<p>The one down below was out and about, with the metal groin piece that was normally there having been removed. I looked down, seeing that shiny black equine cock of mine standing at attention, and it felt [i]good[/i] in my armored hand. However, I wondered how <em>that</em> might feel, given the modifications I’d made.</p>
<p>My free hand reached back, grabbing another Poké Ball and priming it. And with a casual flick of the wrist, let it go into the sky above me, and said one line: “<em>Cross-henshin</em>…”</p>
<p>Within moments, the ball’s light enveloped me. Wide black shield-like pieces formed along both arms, giving me claws on my gloves, while a pair of short static wings connected to my back, combined with a large pointed generator tail just at the base of my spine. More black armor settled along my legs and chest, and a wider draconic muzzle fitted itself over the slender equine one I’d had. And between the dual golden horns above my mask’s eyes, a larger third back-swept horn settled down, its glowing blue tip matching the tail behind me.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span><em>Ze-ku-ro-mu! A thuderous roar that shakes the skies.</em>”</p>
<p>The heavier latisteel suit just made me love it even more, but my gaze turned southward toward my cock, just as the second ball took its place on the other side of the belt. The long equine shaft had grown girthier, gaining a pointed tip and a few ridges along its length, along with a wide knot at the base. And the ridges and knot themselves were glowing and pulsing with the same blue as the tail, almost perfectly in time with it all.</p>
<p>Just damn… I didn’t expect the whole thing to work as well as it did for a hack-job.</p>
<p>I leaned back against the tree I’d been sitting under, tail scraping quite a bit of park off of one side. And I could feel it all, just as I’d wanted it.</p>
<p>Before long, my hand was stroking along my arm-thick shaft, not even able to fully wrap around its diameter, much less the five bumps and thick knot it bore. Slowly caressing the sensitive surface, and I was already shivering like mad. It didn’t help that the tip was right in my face, sitting right between my eyes in front of my snout.</p>
<p>Then, I opened my jaw, the Zekrom snout of my helmet opened up, hinged on each side. I could taste the rubber-coated shaft as it slipped inside, teased by the silicone-lined maw and its pleasure nubs. The lovedoll mouth worked well as I was, as did the hole in the back, which I felt bulge out as I began deepthroating myself. Such a large cock had <em>many</em> benefits.</p>
<p>My rump slid down to the ground as I continued savoring every moment of my lustful sucking, the feeling of being penetrated so deeply having been rare for the last several months. And I kept going as deep as my armor would let me, bending over as much as I could. Watching as the glowing bands pulsed harder and faster as I became more aroused, in tune with the throbbing of my shaft.</p>
<p>More… Faster… Harder… I took myself as roughly as I could. I was needy, and I was horny. Pent up from the day’s work.</p>
<p>And as I started to pant around my own cock, a shudder went up my spine. I slammed down, the tip of my muzzle touching the base of the knot as I folded myself over to my limit. Jet upon massive jet of seed sprayed deep into my gut, and I could feel myself getting hot all over, electricity crackling along the ground around me as the orgasm hit hard.</p>
<p>By the time it was done, I flopped back against the ground, accidentally spraying my own mask and chest with what remained of my load, while my belly felt like it wanted to stretch my armor out around it. The tree behind me had apparently been scorched and cracked by all of the energy I’d let out, but I could barely remember much of the last minute or so in the haze of the afterglow.</p>
<p>What a way to start the second half of my day…</p>
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<p>However, one of the regular patrons was in what coupld be described as an exceptionally strange form as she walked through the park.</p>
<p>Six hooved Cobalion feet, forming a hexagon-like lower torso, clopped with every set of steps as the turret-like creature moved. The three facings in front were covered by rubbery golden loincloths, while the three in the back had a Lugia’s tail in the center, and two Charizard tails flanking it. A Cobalion’s body sat perched atop it, with four Lugia wingarms and a set of backspines, a pair of Charizard wings just behind them, and a pair of smaller Dragonite wings just above where her two halves connected, along with four rather sizable breasts on her chest.</p>
<p>Then there was the head. A metal collar wrapped around a single neck, leading to a cranium with three Charizard snouts facing left, right and center. She had at least thirty eyes around the perimeter of her skull, giving her sight of everything around her, while a pair of Charizard horns sat between two pairs of Cobalion horns, and two pairs of Dragonite antennae flanked her single Lugia crest.</p>
<p>Quite a few people looked at the monsterous amalgimation in awe as she traveled past, wondering if she was meant to be a boss fight in one of the new roleplay features. Others ignored her, with a few believing she was just showing off.</p>
<p>But as she walked toward one of the <span class="caps">VIP</span> areas, a younger adult patron caught sight of the beast. Judging by the tent underneath his own loincloth, the lion wasn’t staring out of shock, either. The open nature of the resort meant Kali could follow at will, and that’s exactly what he’d started doing. Moving through a few twists and turns to keep her in view.</p>
<p>The creature made her way into a secluded clearing deep into the Sundering Forest section of the resort. One filled with a number of freshly-made corpses, kept in a state of non-decay by something. And in the middle, the feline could see the creature smiling at him from all of her mouths—-including the three that had been hiding behind those lower body coverings.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Seems something I’ve done caught your interest.”</p>
<p>Araxia said in an echoy demonic tone as her three narrow snouts spoke in unison, and arm slowly rising while one of her wide fingers beckoned him toward her. “Why don’t you get a closer look?”</p>
<p>That’s exactly what Kali did. His paws dug into the soft ground as he stepped forward, cheeks turning bright red under his dusty tan fur. The demoness was a few feet taller than the humanoid lion, his own face being breast-level with her. His eyes darted along her body, moving from top to bottom repeatedly, and it wasn’t long before his black cock peeked out from around its golden curtain-like covering.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, you’re rather transparent.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>And you’re quite beautiful for a demon.” The feline replied, his raspy voice wavering slightly. He gave a weak smile while rubbing the back of his head, looking somewhat nervous as his cheeks turned bright red. “Sorry. Kinda get jealous when I see monsterous-looking beings like yourself.”</p>
<p>That took the demoness by surprise. “Jealous? That’s not a word I was expecting.”</p>
<p>Kali couldn’t help but stand before the creature, just a foot from her. “I enjoy seeing such incredible forms as yours, always wanting my own. Not some cheap TransSuit like so many others, but something outlandish. Something I wouldn’t be able to change back from when I reform. <em>Cursed</em> to become what I love, so to speak.”</p>
<p>Araxia said nothing as she looked around at the piles of bodies around her, only to pluck a tan-colored horse from the top of one of them. And right before his eyes, she pulled the legs off of the corpse with her wide wing-like hands. There was no blood, and in fact, the body seemed to cap itself where the limbs once were. Two more follow suit as she stacked the corpses together, keeping track of what she was salvaging from.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Then allow me to craft you into something more to your liking.” She said, all of her muzzles grinning at once.</p>
<p>He gluped, but swiftly nodded in eagerness. It wasn’t exactly common for another creature to make such an offer. Especially to him.</p>
<p>To start, Araxia lifted the lion up and pulled on one of his legs. It came off as odd that he didn’t feel any pain, especially when the limb broke from his body, but then he felt it replaced by the hooved appendage. As if it’d always been there, and he just didn’t know it. Mobile, sensitive, and powerful. Then came the other leg’s replacement, but shivers went up his spine as she went further. Two back-facing legs pressed against his rump, then one facing to each side went against his hips. Like the others before them, they melded to his body seemlessly, and he could feel the new limb as if they were natural. Sure, his mind was going nuts trying to figure out why he suddenly had six horse legs and a hexagon-like lower torso, but he could move them, feel them, and enjoy them.</p>
<p>Before putting him down, Araxia reached up and removed his arms, leaving him with a bare upper torso while digging through the bodies for appropriate replacements. Not wanting to be left that way, he kept to himself just how much the state was already turning him on, wondering if he’d be able to do such things to himself after she was done.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, she didn’t bring over new arms. Not yet, at any rate. Her wide fingers gripped around his snout as she pulled it free from his head, only to place long black dragon’s snout where it once was. Then another to its left, and yet another to its right. Curved horns soon followed, curling around his ears, while two pairs of straight horns ran just behind them both.</p>
<p>Then came the eyes. One after another, circling over his new maws as his vision widened with every addition. Three. Five. Ten. Twenty-four in total, in a rainbow of colors that looked completely mismatched. He could see more than a hundred-eighty degrees around himself, with only a blind spot directly behind his head. It was chilling, yet somehow not disorienting. As if her magic were helping him to adapt. Or perhaps he was just a natural at changing and never knew it. He couldn’t tell.</p>
<p>Two long tapered cocks were swiftly added to the empty groin facings on his front, while a larger knotted feline shaft replaced what was once his malehood. That piece of himself was placed on the end of a black dragon’s tail, along with matching shafts going on two others, before they were placed on his three rump sections. Then came the muzzles of the horses from before, slipped over his new shafts like sheaths, before turning into cock-tongued maws like the three along the demon’s lower body. He’d noticed all of them drooling as their pink tapered Lugia cocks hung out in front of him, one rubbing against the center rod that now populated his own body.</p>
<p>He was roughly her height at that point, each addition having added a bit more to his mass in all ways. But then she brought two pairs of black lion arms, pressing all four into his upper body at once. A chill shot down his spine as his brain tried to catch up with everything, but it was this change that brought Kali eye-level with Araxia, having gotten a boost from the extra pair of shoulders that stretched him out. A small pair of dragon wings were added just above his turret hips, followed by a large pair on the back between his shoulder pairs, just as she had.</p>
<p>To finish up the demoness pressed her lips against his front-facing maw, breathing a bit of fire deep into his body. This made him cough for a moment, but his coughing was sulfuric… Demonic… Corrupted… He breathed out a heavy sigh of relief when it stopped, only to see yellow smoke billow out from his nostils and snouts. The smell of burning filling the air around him. Even those around his waist breathed out the acrid smoke, warming the shafts that were contained within them.</p>
<p>Kali looked himself over, aroused and in awe over what he’d been turned into. A quick gaze up found himself staring into a tall crystal mirror that Gallius had brought out, and that only served to make his heart—-or from the sound of it, <em>hearts</em>—-beat even harder in lust.</p>
<p>But, before he could say anything, the demoness grinned from each of her mouthes, slipping a wide metal collar around his neck, along with shackles around his wrists. The chains on them were too short to be used for anything, but their black-and-glowing-red aesthetic matched quite well with his new look.</p>
<p>She grabbed hold of the metal links on his collar to pull his face to her own, and Kali found his maws forced open by some mysical energy. He could only watch as a bright blue light left his body through them, pulled into a dark crystal orb that hung from her neck</p>
<p>“What was your name, imp?”</p>
<p>“Kali, unholy one.” The words just seemed to come without thought from his central muzzle, eyes locked to her own. No hesitation, just obedience.</p>
<p>“No more does Kali exist. You are Loxi, a demon amalgamate of lust and corruption, and property of Araxia. Your soul now belongs to me, and you shall remain this way even in your undying moments, until I see fit to change you. You belong to me, for an eternity if I wish.”</p>
<p>“Y-yes, Mistress Araxia.” His words began to turn dreamy. Not empty, but lustful and needy. “I belong to you.”</p>
<p>“Good imp.” She gave him a kiss on his central lips. “Now go and gather pleasure and bodies from the park goers. Find more potential imps and bring them and the bodies here, so I may craft more minions to my desires.”</p>
<p>“At once, unholy one.”</p>
<p>The male chimera scuttled off as soon as he was released, with Araxia watching him get to work. It seemed the <span class="caps">CEO</span> of the Freelance Teams might get what she needed for her new project after all.</p>
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of her outfits were being cleaned, while her pets and partners slept in
the connecting room, giving her some space to herself. With a sigh of
boredom, she got to her feet and looked at the …</p><p>Things had been quiet for a few nights as TeraDyne relaxed at home. Many
of her outfits were being cleaned, while her pets and partners slept in
the connecting room, giving her some space to herself. With a sigh of
boredom, she got to her feet and looked at the closet next to her bed.
One outfit stood out in particular, and so she grabbed it with a smile,
knowing what she’d be doing for the evening.</p>
<p>Her feet slid deep into the stuffed plush costume, coming to rest in
tri-clawed soles, made to resemble buckled clawboots. Those led up to a
pair of rather thick hips, each with a plastic handle sticking out the
side. Her tail tucked nicely into the one on the suit, all the way down
to its faux stitched flame at the tip, softly lit by some LEDs deep
within it.</p>
<p>She pulled the soft fabric up around her midsection, sliding her hands
into the tri-digit claws of the one-piece outfit, while the pair of
modest D-cup breasts hugged her body as she pulled up the zipper along
her spine. Her wings disappeared into the larger sleeves, while her head
slipped into the neck, coming to rest in the narrow snout and twin horns
of what she had become.</p>
<p>And as the zipper closed, her neck lengthened, the black Charizard plush
finding it hard to complain about the changes. Not that she would,
despite the fact that her mouth was nothing more than a static smile,
filled with a red silicone onahole. Her cock has become a knotted rubber
shaft with ridges in its sheath and balls, while her slit was replaced
by a realistic vaginal toy, and her anal hole matched what was stuck in
her snout. Just a nice warm plush sex toy, dripping with enough
lubricant to slicken her holes and rod.</p>
<p>She swiftly grabbed another outfit out of her closet, then dashed from
the room, feeling rather hopeful about the evening.</p>
<p>A little while later, the dragoness knocked on a door in the lower level
of the mansion. One hidden in a place only she and three others knew of.
Even among the staff, there was only one maid who regularly cleaned the
room beyond.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Enter?” A confused deep voice said from beyond the barrier.</p>
<p>Upon walking in, Tera noticed her father sitting in the usual chair
within his private trophy room. Spoils of his long tenure as head of
Pokétara Rescue, from weapons and armor used by rather evil beings, to a
few <em>special</em> items gathered with assistance from his daughter.</p>
<p>The larger anthro Charizard looked over at the plush dragoness as she
closed the door behind her, a smile over his snout. His golden scales
practically glowed in the light of the small fireplace he’d been sitting
in front of, covered only by the silver kimono-like garments he wore.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Well, I see <em>you’re</em> enjoying your evening.” Charmera said, motioning
for her to join him on the extra-wide armchair. “How’s my lovely little
lady doing tonight?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Fine.” She said as she sat down beside him, her mouth unmoving. “Just a
little bored. Sensed you down here, so I thought I’d see if you minded
me joining you for a bit.”</p>
<p>The golden Charizard wrapped an arm around his daughter’s shoulders, one
wing sliding along her back. “You know you’re welcome in here any time.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I know, but I don’t like bothering you if you’ve had a rough day.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Little one, with <em>your</em> kinks, I think you’d probably be able to help
me through my bad days easier than anyone…aside from maybe your mother.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Heh… Might have to test that theory some time, then.” The plush
dragon nuzzled against her father’s neck, her eyes suddenly falling on
the rather large bulge that had formed in the boxers he wore beneath his
robe. “Someone’s been having some good thoughts.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Don’t you know it.” He replied, pulling down the black underwear just
enough to reveal his shaft. His black knotted cock was rather plump, and
fairly coated from what appeared to be an earlier session with the blue
Cobalion-muzzle onahole sitting in its container nearby, still dripping
with his spunk as it laid on the faceless-style mask that went with it.</p>
<p>The sight of the toy made Tera chuckle. “You still using that old thing?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Of course. It’s modeled after<em> your </em>muzzle, after all. Same with the
dildo sheath and pussy hole you gave me.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>What about the—-” Before she could finish, her eyes caught a glimpse
of the very hoof-style boots she was about to bring up, buckled from
knee to ankle. The hoof mitts were sitting on the floor right next to
them, as were the bridle and reins that went with the pieces. “Of
course. Still look as amazing as ever in them.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>And you look amazing no matter what form you take.” Charmera’s hand
moved along her back and neck, before resting underneath her snout and
bringing it up to his own maw for a brief kiss. “Always my little girl.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Always.”</p>
<p>As her father leaned back to relax, the plush looked over at the muzzle
toy once again. “You know, the only thing I’ve never seen you do with
that thing is wear it.”</p>
<p>The older dragon gave a soft smirk. “Probably cause I forgot I could.
Hand it and the cock sleeve up here, would ya?”</p>
<p>Tera leaned over over grab the silicone and rubber equipment, along with
his bottle of lube. As soon as she brought it up to hand to him, he took
the mask and onahole to combine the two back together.</p>
<p>And with one fluid motion, he stretched the toy hood open and slipped it
over his head, maw cramming into the rubbery oriface before allowing him
to zip it closed. A soft moan could be heard from his face as the
effects of it took hold, shifting his cranium into a more synthetic
state, much like his daughter. A smooth featureless face, with only the
bare markings of the Cobalion it was designed after, its hard rubber
horns acting more like handles than anything.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mmm… I’d also forgotten what it was like to taste my own jizz and not
be able to lick it up or swallow it.” He said, his own mouth now static
like Tera’s. “Gonna have to get you one of <em>my</em> muzzle so I can use it
before I lock it on you.”</p>
<p>This made her daughter pause, thinking for a moment.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Hmmm… You’re off for the next couple days, right?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yeah?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tell you what. Drop by <em>Gallows’s</em> studio tomorrow for a scan, and I’ll
make one for you to put on me. On one condition…”</p>
<p>The golden dragon crossed his arms, and if he’d still had eyes, they’d
be gazing at her with concern.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You’ve gotta pick some gear up for Typhus as well. Either you pick it
out, or you get <em>him</em> to.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Y…Yer kiddin’…”</p>
<p>The plush chuckled knowing that he’d probably . “Nope. I already know
what you two do out in the wilderness during your missions. And I know
from his profile with Shirohoshi that he rents a dollsuit every weekend.
Apparently even rented an Arceus dollsuit under a false name about a
month ago, right before a trip to one of the temples on the northern frontier.”</p>
<p>Tera couldn’t see it, but Charmera was blushing quite brightly as he
held up his hands. “Alright, alright! Just get ‘em a Terrakion set like
mine. Gloves <em>and</em> hoof mitts.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>It’ll be ready in the morning. In the mean time…”</p>
<p>She reached over to what she’d brought with her and handed it to
Charmera. A bodysuit to go with his gear. With a chuckle, he stood up to
put it on, removing his boots before anything.</p>
<p>He unzipped the back, sliding his legs into the stretchy rubber as his
golden scales disappeared into aqua, grey, and black. The wide blob-like
feet fit perfectly back into the boots, allowing him to buckle them
completely. Then his arms went into those of the suit, giving him three
wide-nailed digits on each hand. He took the equine sheath from his
daughter and put it on as well, then zipped up the outfit, wings
disappearing altogether, while allowing the tall collar piece to cover
his mask’s edge around his neck.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Wow… This really does feel nice when it’s all together.” The Cobalion
told her, admiring the look of his toy self. “If it weren’t for your
mother being so busy, I’d go visit her at work in this thing.”</p>
<p>Tera couldn’t help but let out a bit of a giggle. “I’m pretty sure she’d
appreciate it.”</p>
<p>Her old man nodded, then grabbed a leash from his box of toys and hooked
it to her collar. “Come on. You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Yes, <em>daddy~</em>”</p>
<hr>
<p>A few days passed, and Charmera had gone in to get the scans done as he
said he would. The gear had finally arrived, so he went into his trophy
room. However, he wasn’t alone for long before Tera joined him. The
shapeshifter had taken her anthro Cobalion form, making sure to get a
nice passionate kiss from her old man before taking her place on the
ground next to the armchair.</p>
<p>Charmera had also taken the time to put on his bodysuit while he was
waiting for her, his golden scales hidden by the aqua, smokey grey, and
black markings of the latex outfit. The black knotted cock was already
covered by the translucent seagreen equine sheath that went with it,
along with the hoof boots on his legs and feet, and his face hidden by
the featureless mask from before. Only the muzzle was missing from his
body, lying instead on the arm of the sofa across from him while his
Charizard snout poked out from the opening.</p>
<p>With a grin, he’d pulled out most of the new outfit and began tossing
the pieces to Tera. A winged golden bodysuit with a long inflatable
dragon tail went over her torso, while a black knotted sheath and
ballsack were pulled over the much larger cock she bore, the equipment
shrinking it down to a proper size while her father locked it on with a
padlock. A pair of clawed boots were next, followed by a pair of
tri-digit gloves, each also being sealed with shiny new locks.</p>
<p>Before he got to work with the finishing touch, her father pulled the
mask out of the box with its long thin muzzle, fondling it slightly in
one hand, only to grab his own suit’s piece and sit down on his chair.</p>
<p>Without skipping a beat, he began to slide the toy dragon snout along
his equine cock, as if teasing it and himself with a few loving nuzzles.
Then, a loud squeak echoed as he began to penetrate the mouth hole. Over
and over, roughly and swiftly jerking himself off with its ribbed
interior. He wasn’t after an enjoyable orgasm. Just a messy one.</p>
<p>And a mess was what he got. A soft growl escaped his lips as cum shot
out into the headgear, getting both the latex and the silicone toy with
a splattered layer of dragon spunk. Enough that he could reach in and
smear it around gingerly, making sure it covered as much as possible.</p>
<p>With his grin widening, he leaned down to his daughter and slipped the
jizz-stained hood over her head, pressing the hot seed against her fur,
before closing the clasp of a collar around her neck and letting the
transformative part of the suit take hold.</p>
<p>All the freshly minted Charizard could smell and taste was her father’s
seed. It felt like she’d been bathed in a permanent coating of it, which
only served to make her even more aroused.</p>
<p>But what really took it up a notch was that he’d been saving a bit for
the aftermath. He aimed the cock cannon down at her head, and one stroke
was enough to give the living sex toy a few more ropes of cum across her
face. Marking her for what she was as he rubbed it into her muzzle and forehead.</p>
<p>A bit of that spunk was collected to massage into his own muzzle before
he screwed it onto the mask, allowing him to take in the taste and scent
of himself as he did. “Mmm… Enjoying yourself, little one?”</p>
<p>The dragon slowly nodded as her now equine father reached down and
pulled her onto the armchair with him. Laying her across his lap as he
began to squeakily pet along her head, and eliciting a soft growling
purr from his daughter.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I’ll take that as a strong yes.”</p>
<p>The two simply sat there in the hidden room for a while as Charmera
decompressed from his long day at work, enjoying the company of his
daughter. Becoming a living sex toy in body hadn’t done anything to his
mind or personality. He wasn’t craving more hardcore fucking, or wanting
to beg someone to fill him up. In fact, despite the ‘permanently’ erect
shaft sticking up from his groin, the wide open onaholes for his mouth
and ass, and the over all <em>generic toy</em> look, it was rather calming for him.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>You know,” the Cobalion said, looking down at Tera, “after you get used
to it, it kinda feels like you could just live yer life like this.”</p>
<p>Tera looked up at him, tilting her head. “Hmm?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>This sex doll form, I mean. Like… I feel like I could seriously take
you up on that offer of getting me a collection of suits like these, and
I wouldn’t be miffed to go out into public like it was nothing but
another day. Wouldn’t matter if I were plush or rubber or somthin’ else.”</p>
<p>The dragoness gave a short chuckle. “I’m pretty sure Typhus feels the
same way, as do the servants and others who’ve changed their bodies.
Once you get over the anxiety rush, you realize it’s not really all that
different from what you are without it.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Speakin’ of Typhus, thanks fer telling me about the Arceus suit he
rented. Found out what he’d been doin’ on <em>his</em> weekends thanks to that.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh? What would that be?”</p>
<p>Charmera shifted a bit, leaning against the arm of the chair, and
allowing Tera to lie out across him, each of their cocks crossing under
the other’s groin. “He’d been going out to the Ascerin Frontier towns
undercover, givin’ sex ed courses to the students who were old enough.
The Arceus one was for a town in the mountains that used their temple as
a school.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Huh…” The dragoness rested her head on his chest. “That’s…not
even close to what I was expecting, but I like that idea more. Hmm…”</p>
<p>Her father looked down at her. “Somethin’ on yer mind, little one?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Do me a favor when you go into work tomorrow. Slip him one of the
Freelance Teams cards, and have him visit Gallows. If he’s gonna do
something like that, I wouldn’t mind supplying him with free suit rentals.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Can do, kiddo.”</p>
<p>A soft sigh escaped from the equine as his head leaned back. “Even as
late as it is, and how early I gotta get up for the council session
tomorrow, I don’t feel even a bit tired.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>That’s because many doll synths don’t sleep.”</p>
<p>He quickly waved a hand. “No no, I mean… I usually dread going in to
deal with another of their stupid lawmaking rounds that I don’t even
agree with. It wears me out. But not tonight. Maybe it’s the forced
retirement Typhus and I are lookin’ at soon.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Could be.” She replied, nuzzling her messy snout against his neck.
“Also could be that you’ve had other things to focus on, and someone to
keep you company.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Tha’s true.” The equine pressed his silicone snout against hers in a
kiss. “I’m glad you started coming down here to be with me after work.
Yer pretty much the only one who’d take that time for me.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>And you’re the only one who kept trying to spend more time with <em>me</em>
outside of mom. And I appreciated that. More than I could really bring
myself to admit.” Tera paused, this time rubbing her snout against his
cheek. “Thank you, daddy.”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Thank <em>you</em>, my little hatchlin’.”</p>
<hr>
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Shirohoshi Headquarters, but Tera was feeling nice and relaxed after
everything she’d been through. Sixty hours locked as the urinal filter
drone for the executive suite bathrooms, having to process gallons upon
gallons of …</p><p>It’d been only a day or so since returning from her little <em>trip</em> to
Shirohoshi Headquarters, but Tera was feeling nice and relaxed after
everything she’d been through. Sixty hours locked as the urinal filter
drone for the executive suite bathrooms, having to process gallons upon
gallons of waste liquid from urinals on multiple floors. When she found
herself among two entire crews of completely identical drones—-even
down to her personal <span class="caps">ID</span> number—-while her mother, the owner of the
company, degraded and treated her like just a generic object… It was
a slice of heaven for her kinky side.</p>
<p>The bone dragon sat back in one of the service rooms underneath her
mother’s mansion home, most of her body covered in a new version of the
outfit she’d been wearing only the other day. The smooth rubber had a
large aquatic fin tail for its lower half, almost completely black in
color save for the deep green biohazard symbols, along with a dorsal fin
on the back. No legs or feet whatsoever, but a pair of thick arms with
webbed four-digit hands were there, each one having small fins on the
forearms, and her usual green lettering of “<span class="caps">UD</span>-855” and “Special
Property” on the upper arms. And down where her groin would be, a large
nozzle took the place of her shaft, with silicone ridges along its length</p>
<p>Only her head was out in the open, the orca mask of the suit resting
against her chest, propped up by the two hoses leading from the sides of
its muzzle down to the lower body. A third port took the place of the
mouth, while a fourth was on the back of the head, where its blowhole
would be, those two empty. And the eyes were rounded lenses, tinted just
as black as the suit itself, making it seem almost faceless.</p>
<p>She’d been taking photos of the new suit with her phone, sending them to
friends. As soon as she slipped the mask over her face and finished
zipping up, the drone finished its photo op, tossing the device behind
her as the slab of glass seemed to disappear into thin air.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Unit <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 online and awaiting assignment.” It said in its monotone
voice. Not that it had a choice. The programming made it do that
whenever the zipper fully closed.</p>
<p>It didn’t need orders, though. Today was a product launch, and Tera
wasn’t allowed to attend. There were going to be a lot of press and
otherwise at the event, and it was too tempting of a chance to pass up
after all it had been through.</p>
<p>The mer-orca drone finished pulling down the single hose that had been
dangling above its head, screwing the object into the mouth port of its
mask. A metal clamp was added as well, locked into place with a pair of
pad locks, while another tube got similar treatment as the drone
attached it to the back of its own head, acting as an overflow relief.</p>
<p>With the turn of a handle, all of the toilets in the event building
above drained their water, and entered the state needed for drone
handling. Even before the fish plugged the sound-and-vision system into
the proper socket, a stream was flowing down into the drone’s open
gullet, coating its mouth with the taste of warm acrid piss. It made the
drone’s cock practically throb down at the other end of its body.</p>
<p>When the cable finally connected, its sight went completely black, with
only a countdown to the end of the event visible in its vision. However,
the sound of several toilets being used reverberated within its head.
Almost making it feel as the drone itself were those fixtures above. The
killer whale pulled its arms against its shoulders, causing them to meld
into its body, leaving nothing but the fins on its sides.</p>
<p>Three or four at a time, people came and left, relieving themselves into
the waterless basins. Some in small batches, others unleashing a gallon
or more, completely unaware of where it was going. Only the spray and
the sloshing of its own expanding form occupied the orca’s mind, with
nary a care or other thought to worry about. An absolutely blissful heaven.</p>
<p>More and more, the waste fluid pumped into the living vat, its internal
pumps constantly cycling the liquid through the purification system to
keep from filling up too much. Clean water continuously cycled through
its cock, flowing out into drain below it, but the silenced moans of the
shivering creature showed just how much it was enjoying the constant
orgasm that it experienced. Every gallon feeling like the equivalent in
seed, causing the beached fish to softly writhe. Sloshing with little
every movement.</p>
<p>However, in its quivering haze, the room monitors from its ears suddenly
kicked in. Someone had walked into the service area. And judging from
the low sensual voice, there was little doubt of who it was.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>I was wondering why you weren’t answering your phone.” Lenne said,
kneeling down as hir arms crossed in front of hir. “At least you’ve been
doing something productive during the keynote.”</p>
<p>The bone dragoness could hear hir daughter’s whimpering through the rush
of liquid, causing hir to smile.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Oh, don’t worry. You’re not gonna be punished. The show’s over, you
didn’t get involved, and everyone’s moving into headquarters to try
things out on the demo floors.”</p>
<p>Hir grin widening, the company <span class="caps">CEO</span> reached down and plucked the
audio-video cable from the drone’s head, causing it to see hir from its
floor perch. And once the piss stream stopped, shi reached up to change
the toilets back to normal running order, before disconnecting the orca
from the equipment. Even as it continued to spray purified water from
its spire, shi waited, watching as the gusher became a trickle, and
finally ceased entirely, allowing the drone’s arms to come out into the
open again.</p>
<p>Lenne pet along hir daughter’s masked head as it flopped over tiredly
from the ordeal. “You know, dear… I could be mean to you. I could
keep you in that state, and make you slide your autonomous self all the
way to the lobby. Use you as a demo unit for the new Urinal Drone suits,
given what you just did. I mean, you just proved how useful urinal
drones can be at even spaces. And ecological too. That was a lot of
clean water you pumped back out.”</p>
<p>The thought of having to crawl and drag it aquatic mer tail across the
floor and up the steps to the demo floor drew a loud robotic whimper
from the drone.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>But I’m not. I’ve got a better use for you at the moment.”</p>
<p>Hir smile widening, the dragoness walked around behind the orca and sat
down. One boot came off, then the other, revealing her clawed feet.
Something that was unusual for Lenne, and which shi’d be correcting momentarily.</p>
<p>Without any sort of warning, the mer drone felt its aft port being
penetrated by its mother’s lower limb. The soles and toes pushing their
way deeper into its body. Its arms shrank into its sides once again, the
fins sticking out a bit further back than before, but it wasn’t becoming
the feral-bodied state from earlier.</p>
<p>The thick body began to shrink into itself, and as Lenne pulled her legs
apart, the drone could feel itself splitting into two. A sensation it
knew quite well.</p>
<p>When the changes stopped, <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 found itself staring through two sets
of eyes, each head possessing one of the two hoses still plugged into
something, and the mouth hole wide open. Its lower jaw and throat had
hardened into boot soles, and its body was swung upward behind each
cranium. Completely out of its control.</p>
<p>Lenne had a new pair of legs, hir daughter merged into hir body for the
time being. Each head was a foot with its own built-in boot, and the
hoses were plugged into hir thighs, much like how the urinal drones
normally were. Shi’d even taken hir daughters tail for hirself, with the
thick rubber fin undulating behind her, while the nozzle of a drone cock
sat between hir legs, disappearing behind a smooth pouch as it was
rotated up and out of sight.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>That’s <em>much</em> better. I was getting lonely without my cluster
partners.” Shi said aloud, tossing the previous footwear to the side.
“Now I can keep you out of trouble for a bit while I finish dealing with
the press. Enjoy yourself, little one. We’re gonna have a bit of a talk
after this is all over.”</p>
<p><span class="caps">UD</span>-855 couldn’t help but mentally whimper, its consciousness left
floating as it felt its new state walking its mother out toward the main
building. It could only hope said talk would be good.</p>
<hr>
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the family mansion. Her cluster partners were off on their own after she
got them tickets to a convention, wanting to give them a break in their
full bodies. That left the bone dragon to …</p><p>It was one of the slower days of summer for TeraDyne as she relaxed in
the family mansion. Her cluster partners were off on their own after she
got them tickets to a convention, wanting to give them a break in their
full bodies. That left the bone dragon to her own devices.</p>
<p>Pacing around her room a bit, she noticed something on her desk.
Something that looked rather fun, given the original reason she’d had it
delivered to her room. With nothing else to do, she began to slip it on,
a smile across her face as her claws opened up the zipper along the back.</p>
<p>Her feet went in first, slipping down the long legs and into the boots
at the bottom, each automatically buckling around her calfs and feet.
Not that they would slip, given the suit was one piece and form-fitting
for the most part, but it felt rather nice to have the rubber tighten
against her skin.</p>
<p>She pulled it up onto her body, slipping her thick tail into the long
tube-like sheath at the base of the suit’s spine. Her arms sank deep
into the sleeves and gloves, fingers becoming nothing more than mittens
with thumbs at the end of each one. Her chest gained breasts, and rather
large ones at that, while her wings disappeared completely into the
black latex void of the outfit as the zipper was pulled up.</p>
<p>Once she slipped the mask over her face and closed the seal taut, her
fanned ears and horns vanished as well, replaced by molded triangular
ears atop her head. Her breathing seemed to stop entirely as her mouth
became a hole with screw threads, baked into the mask itself.</p>
<p>She moved toward the mirror near her bed, wanting to get a good look at
herself. What stared back was a black tigress with dark green stripes,
and lighter green biohazard symbols on her thighs, along with matching
symbols on her chest and back. Her eyes were nothing more than glowing
green lenses, and the cock sticking up between her legs was more like a
nozzle, with metal ridges along the length of the silicone shaft. And on
her arms, large glowing green lettering spelling out “<span class="caps">UD</span>-855”, and
“Special Property” written in smaller print beneath them.</p>
<p>She finished off the general look with a neon green rubber 5-ring
collar, slipping a padlock into the hole of the locking buckle behind
her neck. Anyone from the outside wouldn’t be able to tell her from the
other staff, though her entire family knew why the number <em>855</em> wasn’t
used by any of them. That was her <em>personal</em> <span class="caps">ID</span> number.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Mmm… Unit <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 online and awaiting assignment.” Tera said as she
screwed a three-to-one wye adapter with hoses into her mask maw, the
feline’s feminine voice having become mostly monotone thanks to the
vocal changer built into the suit. The two hoses on the sides led to her
hips, where they locked into place with a gasket and clamp, while the
remaining hole was left free, its hose compressed and held in a holder
on her back. And to ensure they didn’t come loose, two padlocks were
added to the adapter in her maw, with one more on each end of the hoses.</p>
<p>With that small addition, she was truly indistinguishable from any of
the others, <span class="caps">ID</span> number aside. And that thought was making her quite
horny. Nothing more than a mass-produced model, designed for a purpose,
rather than individuality. Something made to be used. An object to be
owned, without a name or identity of its own.</p>
<p>Just something for someone to install in a home.</p>
<p>A bit later, the drone wandered through the service corridors that ran
underneath the ground floor. It was one that the actual servant drones
used, but she was one of few non-staff who didn’t mind the dark and
foreboding hallways.</p>
<p>It didn’t take long to find the room it had been hunting for. A plate
marked with the names <em>Ziner</em> and <em>Kineos</em> was just ahead, and the tiger
opened the heavy metal barrier quite easily, making sure to <em>sign in</em> on
the panel near the entryway with the <span class="caps">RFID</span> tag in the back of its right
hand before closing the door.</p>
<p>Inside, the area was fairly dark and damp, but nothing out of the
ordinary. A small wall separated another space on the other side, while
two hoses hung from the ceiling near some pipework, along with some
metal clamps in the ground just below them. Given that <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 signed in
for both slots, it was the middle set that was in its sights.</p>
<p>With its mitten hands, the drone reached up and pulled down the two
hoses, screwing them into another wye adapter before linking that to the
center port on her own mask. A cable was attached to her mask after
that, linking her vision and hearing to the floor above. Then, it turned
a small handle on each of the pipes to redirect their flow toward the
hoses, before dropping to its knees right above a drain.</p>
<p>Some of the clamps closed around the drone’s ankles and calfs, making
sure it couldn’t move, while another set wrapped around its wrists and
forearms the moment it took to all fours. The timer locks engaged, and
in its vision, a countdown for its work shift began to tick away. Nine
hours and counting…</p>
<p>Of course, it didn’t take long before someone wandered into one of the
bathrooms. The tiger couldn’t make out who they were given the camera
was at groin level, but the sound of their heavy footsteps reverberated
in its head. As did the sound of them unzipping the crotch of what
seemed to be a catsuit. Their cock came out into the open, and <span class="caps">UD</span>-855
braced itself just a bit.</p>
<p><span class="caps">UD</span>-855 heard liquid spraying against the porcelain urinal, then tasted
the acrid fluid pouring down its molded mouth. Flooding the urinal
drone’s throat as the tigress was forced to simulate gulping down every
last drop. Every bit of the glowing yellow waste that came down the pipe.</p>
<p>The other bathroom opened up while the first was still flowing, and the
drone could see jeans being opened out of her right eye before they too
began to let loose. Much like the first, the warm liquid rushed down her
gullet, joining the other stream to make it even more intense. The
bitter taste would make most gag, but that wasn’t even physically
possible with the living vat. All it could do was sit there and let
itself be filled.</p>
<p>The two brothers came in several times over the course of the day. Each
one seeming pissing out liters of their potent piss with every trip,
sometimes at the same time as each other. And with every bladder
emptied, <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 felt its hollow body filling up. Sloshing with every
tiny movement of its legs, until those completely filled. The tiger’s
belly started soon after, and around the seventh load let into its body,
that began to swell.</p>
<p>Little by little.</p>
<p>Bit by bit.</p>
<p>Then others began finding their way inside those two restrooms. Likely
friends of the two. And they began unleashing their waste into the
living biohazard bag, causing a muted moan to escape into the drone’s
head as it felt its midsection expand. Pressing against its cock, which
had begun to leak into the drain below to keep the toilet vat from overflowing.</p>
<p>The monitors on its lenses went black as covers were lowered on the
cameras, and sound of the liquid spraying against the white fixture was
all it could hear after a while. Just the sound of a tool being used.</p>
<p>More and more, she shuddered and mentally moaned out with every filling.
Horny beyond anything, but unable to do anything about it.</p>
<p>By the time the nine hours were over, and the restraints opened up to
let the drone free, <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 had amassed a rather large belly. However,
the compression systems activated, moving the stored fluid into its
arms, chest, and even head, before blocking off the intake port with a
shutter. Every movement produced the sound of sloshing, which only
served to arouse the feline even more.</p>
<p>The drone got to its feet, automatically reaching up to close off the
valves, before disconnecting itself from the system. Its vision returned
to that of the room around itself, while the ever-present taste of urine
filled its maw. That was from the pumps in its thighs cycling the piss
through the drone as it purified the waste back into water. Something it
would have to endure for the next hour.</p>
<p>With the shift complete, <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 let the programming of the drone state
while it took a bit of a back seat to enjoy everything. Its body moved
of its own almost robotic accord, turing and signing out on the panel.
It moved slightly to the side as the door opened, allowing a pair of
snow leopard urinal drones to enter before it left, the two about to
start their own nine hours of work. And in truth, <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 actually felt
slightly envious that it wasn’t getting a second shift in.</p>
<p>Perhaps in another hour, once the drone could be drained of its
contents… And as it considered that second shift, the servant
bathrooms were looking like a nice choice.</p>
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<p>Muffled moans and whimpers echoed in the mostly empty service room as
<span class="caps">UD</span>-855 found itself being lead under some pipework. The black rubber
tiger drone still had its dark green stripes, and lighter green
biohazard symbols on its thighs, chest, and back. It still had …</p><p>(Theta belongs to <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/rubberglovedragon">rubberglovedragon</a>)</p>
<p>Muffled moans and whimpers echoed in the mostly empty service room as
<span class="caps">UD</span>-855 found itself being lead under some pipework. The black rubber
tiger drone still had its dark green stripes, and lighter green
biohazard symbols on its thighs, chest, and back. It still had the green
lenses with its molded head, and the single mouth port that had a
three-way wye adapter screwed and locked into it. It still had the
mitten hands and boot feet, and two hoses were connected into the pump
ports on its hips.</p>
<p>But it wasn’t <em><span class="caps">UD</span>-855</em>. The yellow lettering on its arms read <em><span class="caps">UD</span>-855θ</em>,
with the <em>theta</em> symbol attached at the end, and it wore bright yellow
latex gloves over its mittens, sealed on with a bit of glue. The former
kobold had been found through a help wanted ad, planted in certain
papers for those seeking extra income on the side. He hadn’t expected
any of this, though.</p>
<p>The real <span class="caps">UD</span>-855 itself was already tied down at the other end of the
room, sitting on its knees under a metal plate that read <em>Executive
Washroom</em>. Forced upright with its arms bound against its back, torso
wrapped to make it appear as if it had no arms, the feline quivered in a
blissful state, belly already inflated and sloshing. Just above the
drone’s head, three hoses were joined into another adapter, leading them
into the one stream that fed into the drone’s maw. It looked identical
to the Theta unit, aside from the lettering and accessories.</p>
<p>However, as Theta was brought into its own stall by a pair of identical
dragon drones, it caught sight of the two rows of other binding posts,
passing down the middle of them. Alpha, Beta, Gamma… Twenty four
tigers, all with the number <span class="caps">UD</span>-855, and twenty-three getting a greek
symbol tacked on. Theta simply completed the set.</p>
<p>When they got to the eighth pair of stalls from the entryway, Theta was
pulled into the one on its right. A sign above its head said <em>Party
Room</em>, and three more of the foreboding hoses hung down from the
ceiling, each connected to the same sort of adapter that it possessed on
its face.</p>
<p>The two security drones didn’t give Theta a good chance to get
acquainted with its surroundings, bringing it around to face away from
the wall, its back to the barrier. After being brought to its knees by
some sort of automated programming, its arms lowered to its sides, where
a pair of metal cuffs locked around its wrists to keep it in place. A
similar set grabbed its ankles, while one more wrapped around its neck,
securing it to the wall like all of the other fixtures around it.</p>
<p>One of the dragons reached up and grabbed the drain tubes, pulling them
down to the proper level to connect it. The lone free hose was extended,
then screwed into place on the urinal drone’s mask, before a metal clamp
was locked down by a pair of padlocks.</p>
<p>Then, the other lizard gripped a handle on the wall, pulling it down.
This switched the toilets in question into another mode, removing the
typical flushing mechanism and water. It also caused a timer to appear
on the screen in Theta’s lenses.</p>
<p><em>08:59:59</em></p>
<p>Before they left, one of the two pulled another cable from the ceiling
and inserted it into the back of the urinal drone’s head. For Theta, all
sound and sight of the room around it disappeared, replaced by a
crotch-level view of the restroom toilets it was attached to, and the
sound of muffled music coming from nearby. The picture only showed
briefly, before leaving it in darkness.</p>
<p>The guards turned and left in a practically robotic manner, while
another being approached the former kobold. It couldn’t see them, but it
could feel their clawed hand caressing its jaw, with the sensation of
some sort of armor or scales on the back of it.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>So, you’re the one who answered the ad my daughter put out.” They said,
their deep, feminine, and rather sensual voice echoing slightly. “Theta
unit… Very well. After your first shift is over, come to the
manager’s office and speak to me. My daughter will be a
little…<em>preoccupied</em> for the next sixty hours, so I’d like a bit of company.”</p>
<p>The hand moved away, and within moments, the drone felt warm liquid
splashing against its rubber face and body. A spray, coating it from
head to tail, as the other person obviously emptied what they had in
their bladder onto it. They made sure to mostly aim for the face and
head, standing over them to do so.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Enjoy yourself, Theta unit. Do well enough tonight, and I might just
start you out on executive bathroom urinal <em>and</em> cleaning duty. But just
remember, you’re my property for the next six months, and I expect your best.”</p>
<p>Whoever it was walked off toward the entry, leaving only the music of
the paired room in the feline’s head. And from the sound of a zipper
being moved, Theta felt that its day was about to <em>really</em> start.</p>
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week of vacation, dear. I’ll be there soon enough.”</em></p>
<p>Teradyne whimpered as she read the text message on her phone again. Her
master had already <em>surprised</em> her with an intense day the last …</p><p><em><span class="dquo">“</span>I want you to go back to the Melee Zone when you get there. Enjoy your
week of vacation, dear. I’ll be there soon enough.”</em></p>
<p>Teradyne whimpered as she read the text message on her phone again. Her
master had already <em>surprised</em> her with an intense day the last time
she’d visited the massive kink-oriented complex. Many called it a <em>kink
park</em>, but it had proven to be far more than that in her past trip.</p>
<p>The white dragon passed through the darkened front of the former mall,
and down a few halls on her way to where she’d been directed. The many
people there were enjoying themselves and the company they kept, some in
fetishwear, some in full-on transformative outfits.</p>
<p>Soon enough, she passed through the black-and-white striped automatic
doors, slipping into a bit of a semi-lawless part of the place. The
rules posted outside warned of what one would find in there, but Tera
didn’t need to see them. She knew them first-hand.</p>
<p>There was an eeriness to the silence that fell over her. No one was
around in the front area, which was very unusual. There were usually a
few people standing there to keep strays from wandering in carelessly.
But no… No one was around. Not even a little ways into the mazework
that made up the melee zone. It sent shivers up her spine, and through
her prismatic wings.</p>
<p>However, as she turned one of the corners, she felt something suddenly
pressed against her. Something rubbery and smooth, forcing its way into
her snout and around her face. The sound of a zipper echoed off the back
of her head, while her body once again felt a familiar sensation engulf it.</p>
<p>Hardened hooves replaced her hands, causing her original limbs to fade
from her mind. The boot-like hooves on her feet, clopping as she tried
to steady herself. Her tail and wings, disappearing completely, while
her face was forced into a more equine shape. A broad equine muzzle,
with a filter canister on each side of her face. Her vision changed to a
slightly frosted icy blue as her sight came through a massive curved
visor, making it much more difficult to see. And around her groin, she
could feel crinkling padding embracing her, wrapped tightly to keep
everything in place.</p>
<p>Tera was in another Cobalion diaper drone suit, this one different from
her last visit. Her master must have sent orders ahead of time.</p>
<p>She felt a leash clipped to the collar around her neck, followed by
someone tugging it softly. The <em>drone</em> followed obediently, holding back
a few moans as a vibrator kicked in down below, teasing what was
obviously a long equine-style shaft after the suit had changed it,
trapped against the padding so it couldn’t fully harden.</p>
<p>After a bit of walking, the newly-minted Pokédrone felt herself being
helped up onto some sort of platform. Her vision was so poor that she
couldn’t even tell where she was anymore, much less what was going on
around her. However, a few seconds later, the feeling of something
pressing against her back answered why she’d been lead to where she was.</p>
<p>Lines and text replaced the world around Tera as she found her body
moving of its own accord. Her arms dropped to her sides as she was
forced to stand at attention, legs coming together and frozen in place.
She wasn’t even hearing her own heart beating anymore, but that was
explained by the large lines of words filling her sight.</p>
<p>She’d had a drone core placed on her back, turning the goat-like horse
biosynthetic in the process. It was why she wasn’t able to do anything
herself anymore. Whoever was messing with the panel on her back had that distinction.</p>
<p>They poked and prodded her controls, moving her around, setting paths
for her to walk along, sometimes even having her crawl on all fours like
a child. They reshaped her into a quadruped, and even somehow shrank her
to the size of a foal, just toying with their plaything. All while
diagnostics information scrolled up her screen. It was all she could see.</p>
<p>When she got back to the podium from crawling yet another path set into
her, she felt some controls being manipulated. And suddenly, she felt
like she had a bladder again. One that was getting increasingly full at
a rapid rate. She whimpered silently into the digital void, though
surprisingly, it came out as a squeak on the outside. Something she
could actually hear.</p>
<p>Then… Just as quickly as it’d started, she felt herself unable to
hold it in. As if every bit of her continence left her. Her trapped cock
flooded the diaper with some sort of synthetic urine. Practically liters
of it, soaking the plastic-lined padding around her lower body as her
whimpers of embarrassment were vocalized for all to hear around her.</p>
<p>She was forced to stand on her hind legs once again, the weighty soggy
napkin creating some rather loud squishing sounds as she did. And with
her legs spread out, and her arms held above her head, someone began
changing her.</p>
<p>A wet wipe brushed across her smooth latex skin and shaft, cleaning up
the mess she’d made, before powder was applied around her bottom side.
Then, another diaper was slipped against her groin, folded up to her
waist and sealed off with tape once again. A hand gave her crotch a
gentle rub, which she felt as if it were her shaft, followed by her arms
being allowed to fall limp.</p>
<p>The sensation of a full bladder returned quite swiftly as she was forced
to stand there. But this time, something else came from it. A small lock
symbol appeared in the haze of code that passed along what she realized
was her screen. The screen likely visible from the other side of her
visor, and on her back.</p>
<p>Then, she felt her balls filling in the same way, aching for release.
Practically a pair of melons dangling from between her legs. Another
lock appeared following that. And another. And <em>another</em>.</p>
<p>Once again, she began to whine and moan as her actual cock began to
vibrate, along with the walls of the vaginal hole behind her balls, and
the walls of her rump hole behind that. Teasing her in every way
possible, knowing how <em>pent up</em> she was in every way possible. And
everyone around her would be able to hear it, if there even <em>were</em> other
beings around her.</p>
<p>She was once again sent on her way along a walking path, this time
through to another part of the maze. Something she only knew through her
memories, but she knew the area well. It was the rest area for the more
dominant members of the Melee Zone, where they could relax and chat,
usually while being given <em>service</em> by those they’d changed or captured
for the day. During her last visit, she’d only been let out of the
diaper to become embedded in the glory hole table, quite literally
having her consciousness ripped from her body and placed into the
inanimate piece of furniture.</p>
<p>This time, things were quite different.</p>
<p>Her body very suddenly stopped and dropped to all fours, rubber flowing
over her limbs. Pouched formed, locking her like a bitchsuit until all
she had were pairs of stubs to crawl around on. And as she <em>stood</em> in
place, the muzzle of her mask also began to change, with a mouth hole
appearing in a proper place, toy-like and open for use, drooling with lubricant.</p>
<p>The gimped pokédrone crawled her way a short distance, only to be
stopped by a large squeaky paw on her face. One that promptly pushed her
over onto her back, with its matching paw being placed over her trapped
cock to massage and tease it for a few moments.</p>
<p>After being flipped back over onto her front, she could feel pressure
being placed on her from both the front and back halves of her
quadrupedal self, right along her spine. Paws, pressing into her head
and rump. The control panel must have been rubber as well, as there was
no sound of metal or glass crunching. Just the sensation of slowly being
pressed into the ground.</p>
<p>Flattening. Her very form growing smaller and smaller as she was turned
into what could constitute as a pancake of her former build.</p>
<p>Then, one paw pressed firmly against the back of her head, while the
second went against her tail end once again. Something within her drone
self’s programming activated, which began reshaping her. Coating her
manipulator’s feet. Forming into shaped paw boots, with all of her
senses duplicated for each side of the pair. Stretched to knee-length,
her spine had buckles from top to ankle, while he her diapered bottom
had became the hardened soles, sensitive enough that every step sent a
wave of pleasure through her twin bodies.</p>
<p>It had been clear that multiple users had been changing her around for
fun, but whomever it was that wore her bent over and closed the clasps
of the buckles to keep her snuggly on their feet. She wasn’t going
anywhere any time soon.</p>
<hr>
<p>Hours passed as the drone-boots mentally whined and moaned from her
predicament. Helplessly trapped in her situation, constantly feeling as
if she’s being stepped on and rubbed like the pawslut she was. Nothing
more than a fashion accessory. And while she was enjoying herself, she’d
been stretched into thigh-high boots just a bit earlier, with more
buckles that made her feel even more bound and restricted. Like a
straight jacket locked snug around her form, pushing her lust even further.</p>
<p>Before long, she felt herself being walked through some sort of liquid.
Liquid latex, in fact, which her body absorbed without question, adding
to her total mass.</p>
<p>It was swiftly used to expand her sensations. Gloves over her wearer’s
hands and arms, opera length with more buckles along the outer arms.
Then a short shirt, barely covering their chest while leaving their
abdomen exposed. A pair of sheath shorts followed that, giving her
wearer a copy of her equine cock and toy rump hole, which she herself
could feel if if they were her own.</p>
<p>Then came the half-mask. A copy of her own muzzle, complete with a
toy-like mouth hole and twin filter cans, wrapped around her wearer’s
face and neck, with more buckles on the back of the wide bands to keep
it in place.</p>
<p>Surprisingly, once the mask was fitted, her sight somewhat came back to
her. But she wasn’t seeing through her own eyes.</p>
<p>In the glossy shine of a rubber catsuit of someone in front of her, she
could see a blue Midnight Lycanroc reflecting back at them, their
glowing red eyes staring right back. She was seeing it through her
<em>wearer</em>. Hearing the sounds they heard. Feeling everything they did to
her rubbery suit body.</p>
<p>And standing behind them, holding a leash, was her own master. His
tan-and-orange goat face had a soft smile, while his fluffy
raccoon-striped tail had its own maw open with a toothy grin, tongue
hanging out slightly. His legs and feet, one hoof and one paw, had
purple-black striped stockings over them, but it was the thick equine
shaft hanging flaccidly between his legs that had her attention at that moment.</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>Good boy, Lee.” Achiga told the canine Pokémon, petting his head as the
Lycanroc drone that had been in front of them moved away. Lee turned to
face their owner, giving them both quite the view of Achi’s cock as it
ended up pressing against their snout.</p>
<p>The chimera sat down on a nearby lounge chair, pulling his feet up to
relax, and tugging Lee to join him. Something the canine was more than
eager to do as he slipped between Achiga’s legs.</p>
<p>Their master guided Lee’s face down onto his shaft, giving the ribbed
toy hole a nice stretching as it passed into the mask’s dildo gag,
turning it into more of a sheath. The lycan slowly bobbed his head up
and down its length, breathing in through his nose with every chance he
got. Tera could feel herself being forced into the blowjob, mentally
shuddering with bliss given her inability to do so physically. Bliss
that only intensified for them both as Achiga’s paw rubbed along the
shaft of the sheath shorts, teasing the pair as they worked their magic.</p>
<p>On one side, Tera felt like she was sucking off the goat, but at the
other, she could feel Lee sucking <em>her</em> off as well, despite her cock
still feeling as if it were trapped in its padding under <em>his</em> foot,
<em>and</em> being massaged by Achiga’s foot, all at one time. She was no
stranger to inhabiting more than one body at a time, but so many
sensations in a single broken-up form was quite different, and even more
erotic than she would have expected.</p>
<p>After a while of slow and meticulous build-up for Achiga, he gripped the
back of his Lycanroc’s head and began to thrust into the hole that
wrapped his cock. Pump after pump, before a long sigh of ecstasy. Ropes
of fresh jizz began to stream through the hole at the tip of the gag,
forcing it deep into the Pokémon’s gullet and down into their belly.</p>
<p>A belly that began to expand from the gushers of seed he was swallowing.
Sloshing… Stretching… An almost vinyl creaking coming from their
ballooning midsection.</p>
<p>Of course, neither the Lycanroc or his outfit got the release they
wanted. As soon as Achiga was done dumping his load into the wolf, he
slipped a cage over the sheathed shaft and balls of the Pokémon, making
sure he’d stay nice and pent-up for the day. That meant the Cobalion
drone had the sensation of being trapped inside the metal restraint as
well, on top of everything else.</p>
<p>With a smile, Achiga cleaned himself with one of the disposable wipes
from the table next to him, then got to his feet and began leading his
Pokémon away. But as they passed by a mirror, Tera caught a glimpse of
writing on one of the boots.</p>
<p><em>Time Remaining: 30:20:15:35</em></p>
<p>Thirty-one days. Either she was trapped as the outfit for a month, or
the Lycanroc was trapped wearing her for a month. Either way made her
silently whimper in her mind. She knew she was ordered to take a
vacation, but she hadn’t expected it to be like this.</p>
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<p>Not that she could do much with the muzzle over her maw. The golden beak, made into a solid rubber fox snout, with a stretchy silicone onahole for a mouth. A toy to be used. Just like his.</p>
<p>The dragon slipped the rest of the hood over her head, covering what remained of her red feathers in golden latex. No eyes were painted on the mask, but she could still see. And as he pulled the neck down under her bodysuit, he softly threaded a black collar through the loops that connected them together, trapping her inside. The clicking of metal sounded behind her head, and she knew she was locked in place.</p>
<p>Puffy mittens for hands. Almost shapeless boots for feet. A pair of large inflated tails behind her. Plastic handles on her hips and shoulders. Just like the twenty others that filled the room.</p>
<p>Mass-produced.</p>
<p>Nameless.</p>
<p>Generic.</p>
<p>Nothing more than blank dolls to be used by horny patrons at the Genisol Hotel, with three holes to fill every day and night, only emptying between guests.</p>
<p>Before she’d even started changing, the dragon’s soothing voice had told her to forget who she once was. To forget she was a gryphon. She was a fox. A Model 21-Fx3 modular love doll, designed to bring pleasure to those she serviced. Nothing more or less.</p>
<p>Of course, he couldn’t make her forget, but she humored him anyway. She was enjoying herself too much as he massaged the now inflatable cock between her legs, making her shudder and writhe on the bed he’d been using to dress her for her part. He didn’t have a name either. No one did at the Genisol. Not even the owner.</p>
<p>That was the fun part of it.</p>
<p>The rubber sealed together after a few moments, and the dragon pulled his new acquisition to her feet, stroking along her head and between her ears. The squeaking of their bodies rubbing together filled her ears.</p>
<p>Then, he did something unexpected. He clipped a chain onto her collar ring, then pressed a metal plug into her mouth hole, turning it clockwise until it clicked. Another pair of chains went around the handles on her hips, followed by larger plugs being stuffed deep inside, again locked with a simple twist. A leash soon followed, as well as a metal tag. One with several words etched into it:</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>For staff use only. Replace plugs when not in use.”</p>
<p>Seemed her employment would be quite eventful, though she had to wonder about her chances of promotion, and what that meant.</p>
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Or rather, as deeply as she could, given the two neon green hoses draping off
the sides of her muzzle, mounted into vents on her hips. She’d taken a
Renamon toy form before hitting the sand, gold …</p><p>Gallows breathed deeply as she relaxed near the beach at Fallhaven Resort.
Or rather, as deeply as she could, given the two neon green hoses draping off
the sides of her muzzle, mounted into vents on her hips. She’d taken a
Renamon toy form before hitting the sand, gold with black biohazard markings
on her rubber skin, and white gloves over each of her arms and hands in place
of the usual sleeves. Behind her, a trio of inflatable fox tails acted as her
backrest as she reclined against them, squeaking softly with each slight
movement she made.</p>
<p>However, as she enjoyed the warm sun and sea breeze, the feeling of
someone grabbing one of her shoulder handles caught her attention. A grey
wolf walked around in front of her, wearing a cruel smile and a rather thick red
rocket between his legs. Without saying a word, he wrapped his hand around
the small handles just behind each side of her jaw, and unceremoniously
plunged his cock knot-deep into the slick drooling hole she called a mouth.</p>
<p>The fox tried to reach up and stop him, but he simply ignored her, panting
and growling dominantly above her as he took the sensitive hole as roughly as
he pleased. One of his hands did move, but only to clip the leash that was
around his wrist onto her collar, making sure she knew who was in charge.</p>
<p>The digimon’s design had no eyes, and only a static mute mouth. No one
would’ve known she was in trouble. At least, if she actually had been in trouble.</p>
<p>As the wolf continued humping into her maw, he couldn’t help but feel
more and more pent up. His arousal building almost endlessly as the squeaking
became louder and louder. He shuddered and gripped her head hard, trying to
get himself off, but it seemed to get even more difficult the longer he went.</p>
<p>He looked down, trying to see what was going on, when he noticed exactly
what had happened. His cock was slick and shiny. A hard latex coating had
formed over it, matching his own colors as it spread from his groin down to his legs.</p>
<p>Feet slowly turned to boots as he fell backward, his cock seemingly pulling
free from her maw. However, it took little to realize that his cock had been
gone for quite a bit, as his crotch was nothing more than a smooth bulge. A
bulge with a glowing lock painted right on its surface, pulsing in time with his
trapped arousal.</p>
<p>The canine tried to fight it, but his cry came out as nothing more than a
squeak of rubber moving against rubber. He reached up with his hands and felt
of his snout, only to find it much like that of the very toy he’d decided to take
his lust out on. Smooth as his groin, with a drooling hole at the tip that formed
what little of a mouth he had left, and a pair of glowing green hoses running
through each side of his muzzle. And while he couldn’t see it, his eyes had
disappeared as well, leaving him nothing more than another faceless toy.</p>
<p>Another faceless Renamon toy.</p>
<p>His grey skin soon found itself slowly turning golden in color, with the same
black biohazard markings as his counterpart, and white gloves forming on his
arms. A copy of the very being he’d tried to dominate just moments ago.
Gallows rose to her feet as she watched her new plaything try to figure out
what was happening. Feeling himself over as the changes seeped into his very being.</p>
<p>The original fox’s hand went behind the other toy’s head, and with the
simple click of a button near the base of his skull, his body went limp and
lifeless, and his world went dark. She’d turned the toy off, just like that.</p>
<hr>
<p>The former wolf awakened some time later. At least four hours, according to
the clock in corner of his vision. His mind was a haze, barely registering what
had happened to him, but the squeaking of his body reminded him fairly
quickly. His clawed hand rubbed along his new thin muzzle, trying to shake the
cobwebs from his brain. But as his arm moved across in front of him, it seemed
to get caught on something.</p>
<p>A leash.</p>
<p>A golden rubber leash.</p>
<p>His hands flowed across his new form, finding harnesses on his head and
body, along with cuffs on each of his limbs, and a hole where his cock once was.
A pair of rather sizable breasts had also appeared on his chest, each with their
own door-knocker style nipple rings threaded through them, and attached to
the back of a vaginal plug.</p>
<p>He tried to speak out again, but only a squeak sounded from his mouth. One
that grabbed the attention of Gallows, who’d taken off her own outfit,
revealing her red gryphon head and face in the process.</p>
<p>“Well well… Look who’s up.” She said, a cruel smile across her beak as she
crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Just couldn’t keep your dick out of
someone else’s mouth, could you?”</p>
<p>She heard an audible whimper come from the toy, but the felavian simply
shook her head.</p>
<p>“Oh no… You’re not getting out of this. You’re the one who decided to try
and get a blowjob from someone wearing experimental equipment. You’re
gonna face the consequences. Not like I really even know how to reverse this
little change anyway. You’re not wearing a suit, so I can’t exactly just take you
out of it.”</p>
<p>She paused long enough to sit back on a lounge chair, kicking her feet up in
the process. “Besides, it’s gonna be satisfying to hand your sorry tail over to
Shirohoshi, once Lenne and her team come to pick you up. You’re gonna spend
some time getting nice and used to what you’ve become.”</p>
<p>He whimpered louder. So much for his release.</p>
<hr>
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<p>The red gryphon looked over her guest as the snowy leopard squirmed in his
bindings. A knotted dildo gag filled Greg’s maw as he knelt on the ground,
wrists tied behind his back to a spreader bar that sat between his ankles …</p><p>“Well, aren’t you a cute one?”</p>
<p>The red gryphon looked over her guest as the snowy leopard squirmed in his
bindings. A knotted dildo gag filled Greg’s maw as he knelt on the ground,
wrists tied behind his back to a spreader bar that sat between his ankles. His
whimpers were barely audible, and a black blindfold made it impossible to see
what was going on around him.</p>
<p>“It’s not often someone like you tries to sneak into my land, much less to
steal something.” A smile crept over the avian’s beak as she ran a talon along
his quaking chin. “Of course, after what all you did to my home… I don’t think
I’ll be letting you go any time soon. In fact, I can think of a few uses for you.”</p>
<p>Her finger ran along his groin, where his twin shafts were standing at stiff
attention. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was immensely turned on by the
situation. Bound, gagged, blindfolded… His clothes nothing but shreds while
he himself was outside in the forest she called a back yard. Anyone could have
walked up and seen him as he was.</p>
<p>With a grin, the gryphon grabbed hold of his black spires and gave a soft tug
at them. Greg shuddered and moaned out, his groin suddenly growing cold and
numb as his head drooped a bit. What came next made his whining sound even
more needy, as her hand rubbed between his legs.</p>
<p>There were no penises or sheath there. There were no balls there. Nothing
but a smooth furred section, as sensitive as could be.</p>
<p>“You won’t be needing those, my lovely little kitten. I’ll certainly be putting
them to good use, though.”</p>
<p>In her other talon, she took his rods and orbs and sat them onto a nearby
stone bench. There was no visible flesh outside of the cocks themselves,
making them look almost toon-like as they throbbed on their own. One even
began to leak with precum, drooling much like its former owner was.
“Likewise, you won’t be needing this…”</p>
<p>With both hands free, the felavian pressed her palms against the sides of the
snow leopard’s face and began to pull them away from his head, as if carefully
prying it off of his head. Slowly, the poor feline’s whimpering began to grow
quieter. Almost distant. Nothing more than echoes.</p>
<p>The head restraints soon fell away, and in her hands, a hooded mask of
Greg’s face. Or at least, anyone looking at it would have thought it to be a mask.
Mouth opened as if still wrapped around its dildo gag, and eyes little more than
empty holes.</p>
<p>Greg himself found the world a bit more empty. He felt no mouth or eyes. He
could not see or speak, and the only sound in his head was the gryphon’s
words. His face was blank, save for his natural spotted pattern. Nothing more
than a vague outline of a head. Even his thoughts fell into silence. His entire
world seemed to disappear in that instant.</p>
<p>The gryphon moved to pull on his hands and feet as well. Fingers merged
into thumbless mittens, and toes into solid boot-like appendages, as gloves
and stockings formed from what once occupied those locations. But when she
ran her finger down his spine, the nullified figured shuddered hard. Its wrists
and ankles came free from their bindings, but in the process, he felt far colder
than he’d ever felt before.</p>
<p>His pelt and tail dropped to the ground like it had been nothing more than a
costume. The colors faded from his body, leaving only a smooth white surface
behind as he hit the ground, barely able to move himself in the dark abyss that
he perceived.</p>
<p>Of course, Greg himself wasn’t in that doll. He could still sense it for the
moment, but as soon as he was far enough away, he could feel the gryphon’s
talons inside of his head and face. His entire existence, slipping over a slick
plastic mannequin head, before the sound of a closing wardrobe door echoed
through his very being.</p>
<hr>
<p>A few hours later, the gryphon had another trembling intruder buckled
down. The soft-furred yellow fox was hunkered over on her bed, all three tails
cuffed and attached to a collar around his neck, leaving his anal hole open wide
behind him. Blindfolded, with a silicone toy muzzle gag strapped over his
snout, and a vibrating plug stuffed up his rump, Calico could do little more
than writhe and squirm in place on the rubber sheets.</p>
<p>His host had already liberated him of his cock and balls, as well as both of
his arms. Unlike his friend Greg before him, there were no blank limbs left
behind. Only smooth shoulders where they would have been, fur flowing over
them in the soft breeze wafting through the room.</p>
<p>“Your little friend thought he could do what he wanted as well.” The avian
told her prisoner, rubbing a paw-like hand across one of his rump cheeks. It
was one of the ones she’d taken from him, worn over her talons like a squeaky
latex glove. “Now he’s nothing more than kinkwear for my collection. And
you’re about to be the same.”</p>
<p>A cruel smile crossed over her beak as she reached down and grabbed
Calico’s legs near the hips. Slowly, she squeezed and pulled down on them, fur
receding in place as skin became rubber. Buckles and zippers began running
down along their length, and toes merged into a single digit, with thick soles
covering the bottoms of his feet. Both went cold and numb as they detached,
leaving a pair of thigh-high yellow boots in their place.</p>
<p>Barely able to move at all, the torso of a fox whimpered loudly against his
gag, ears lowering rather quickly.</p>
<p>“Oh, don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this, kit. Even your buddy Jason
seems to be getting off to it. I’ve been texting him pictures all night.”</p>
<p>Before he could even begin processing the fact that she’d gotten into his
phone, he felt his rump tugged slightly into the air. All three tails seemed to
disappear from his mind in an instant, and the gryphon stood over him with
the inflatable tail plug they’d become. A trio of thick balloons, with a bulb at
the end to lock them inside of some poor sap’s ass.</p>
<p>She moved to his neck, and with a simple slow pulling of his shoulders away
from his head, a nice catsuit began forming with his old markings. Rubber and
hollow, with a zipper along the back, a red knotted cock and ball sheath in the
groin, and a nice tight thru-plug in the rear, both with a zipper pouch
surrounding them. And as the magic coursed through her victim, he gave out a
final whine of resistance, before his head deflated into a mask, much like his
former friend.</p>
<p>He couldn’t see. His couldn’t really think or hear anything. There was
nothing but a black void, and the occasional word from the gryphon that he
could make out. Nothing more than a mask, which she placed on a false head in
the wardrobe, next to the snow leopard.</p>
<hr>
<p>A little while passed, but before long, another of the group decided to make
their way into the gryphon’s home, and was once again captured. However, the
grey wolf smiled as he found himself placed on the avian’s bed, arms bound
behind his back and legs trapped in a humbler bar, his large balls already
feeling quite full and sore in their ring.</p>
<p>“Jason, I assume?” She said, running a hand over his rather thick black shaft.</p>
<p>He nodded softly, whimpering beneath the silicone muzzle she’d gotten
over his face. His tail was wagging at high speed, and despite being
blindfolded, she could tell he was trying to look hopeful towards her direction.
“Mmm… You’re an eager one. I like that.”</p>
<p>She wasted no time in grabbing hold of his face and pulling, much as she did
with Greg earlier in the night. Slowly, gently, his head began to tug clean, and
her magic went to work. Then, it pulled free. A mask, much like his friends.</p>
<p>However, unlike his friends, the world wasn’t completely dark for long. He
hadn’t even gotten a chance to feel the emptiness of his new existence before
his host slipped the hood over her head. Her beak shifting underneath the
lupine muzzle that surrounded it.</p>
<p>He could see. He could hear. He couldn’t move or speak, but those two
senses worked once again.</p>
<p>But the strangest thing of all?</p>
<p>He could feel her body as if it were his own. The wings on her back, and the
paws and talons on her limbs. Her leonine tail, thick cock, and even her rather
moist feminine folds down below. Just the sheer touch of her claw against the
latter made his spirit quake in its shapeless void.</p>
<p>As she looked down, he saw his former body lying limp on the bed.
Headless, soulless, empty, but somehow still alive, at least for the moment.</p>
<p>His captor’s smile widened quite a bit, though. She ran a talon down that
shell’s back, and when she reached the base of his former tail, the corpse went
limp. Flopping into a heap like a one-piece costume, though not latex, and
certainly not fur.</p>
<p>Plastic.</p>
<p>Plates of hard molded plastic formed where his skin and fur used to be,
taking the shape of his muscular body. Markings made it look like his actual
fur, while faux screws and a black underbody made it look almost toy-like. Like
some sort of action figure. Even his thick cock poked out in the same way,
shiny and smooth, with just a bit of translucency to see through it.</p>
<p>The gryphon unclipped a few parts of the pile of toy in front of her,
removing the groin section from the suit. Her legs slipped easily through the
holes of the undershorts, allowing her to pull them into position with ease. Her
own throbbing rod fit nicely into the hollow red rocket her new plaything once
bore, the magic allowing every little touch to pass through for both of them to feel.</p>
<p>She grabbed the chest piece next, pulling it over her head with little effort.
The surface shifted as she pulled it into place, with a pair of rather firm silicone
mounds taking up residence over her original breasts, complete with a pair of
nipple hoops hanging down from their peaks. The belly also changed, forming
into the same sort of silicone base, though having a frosted translucent look
that let them see inside, down to the back plate that she clipped into place.
Getting the legs and arms on was swift, though it took a few moments for her
to secure them to the body with their new thick feral paws lacking proper thumbs.</p>
<p>That was when Jason felt himself hardening as well, his new mask form
turning into a matching piece for the set. Their shared tail wagged back and
forth as his muzzle filled with soft rubbery teeth, and a matching pink tongue
that could move somewhat naturally within it. Eyeholes frosted over as plastic
covers formed to hide the gryphon’s rainbow-colored eyes, and when it was
over, they both sighed in unison.</p>
<p>The wolf got to its four feet and walked over to the mirror near her
wardrobe, smiling underneath the mask she bore. A toy feral canine, down to
the core. No sign of the gryphon that wore it, as she had taken on that form
entirely for the time.</p>
<p>“And to think, your friends met the same fate.” She said with her hinged
jaw flapping, knowing he could hear her. She could sense his thoughts as well.
“If you’re a good and eager boy, I may let you into a new body to serve as my
pet, or perhaps even a toy. I may even let you wear your friends when we have
our fun, given how you reacted to pictures of the fox.”</p>
<p>The thought alone was making Jason horny. Wearing Calico or Greg, getting
off with their cocks… He could feel the shared shaft growing needy.</p>
<p>“My… Quite eager indeed. Let us find something to sink our shaft into for
the night, my pet.”</p>
<hr>
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<p>Gallows looked around with concern as she entered her
friend’s bedroom. It wasn’t often that she needed to walk in there,
but Ginseng hadn’t been seen all morning, and hadn’t answered her
phone once. Something which was quite unusual for the gryphon …</p><p>“Gin!? You in here?”</p>
<p>Gallows looked around with concern as she entered her
friend’s bedroom. It wasn’t often that she needed to walk in there,
but Ginseng hadn’t been seen all morning, and hadn’t answered her
phone once. Something which was quite unusual for the gryphon.</p>
<p>Once she closed the door and wandered into the back section
behind her friend’s o!ce, things became just a <em>bit</em> more clear as
to what was going on. Sitting out in the open was a rather unusual
chair. One with big wooden legs ending in paws on the back, and
two talons perched on a pair of orbs at the front. Its brown
upholstered seat was practically pristine, while its curved oak back
wrapped around into a pair of cushioned arms. And at the top of the
center, a rather pleasured and quivering gryphon’s head was
attached to it all. One that would likely be drooling from its beak if
she’d had the ability to.</p>
<p>Gallows chuckled at the sight, reaching around with a talon of
her own and rubbing along the transformed gryphon’s seat, where
a pair of cables were leading out from an internal vibration pad.
“Looks like someone’s getting some time in with those new
transforming leg warmers. Enjoying yourself, at least?”</p>
<p>Ginseng nodded, unable to speak. Barely able to move more
than her noggin, which was itself partially secured in place by a
dark cherry wood crown wrapping around above her eyes. Despite
the effect of the transformation making her lose her voice, her beak
was also filled with a red rubber ball gag, wide enough to stretch
her maw to its limit.</p>
<p>With a grin, the red gryphon sat down on her friend cushioned
accommodations, head resting between Ginseng’s bosoms. Her
hands ran along the woodwork around her, sending a virtual shiver
up what would normally be the raven-lion’s spine.</p>
<p>“You <em>are</em> quite comfy. I may have to keep you like this a while.
Might even have to go into mass manufacturing if you end up being
just right for the study in my new private house.”</p>
<p>Ginseng’s face turned bright red with the teasing of her boss
and lover. She wasn’t being serious, was she?</p>
<p>As the gryphon stood up, she began walking toward a pair of
what looked like curved skis sitting on the floor, with pairs of
blackish boots attached to each one. She didn’t think much of it,
more curious than anything, but her curiosity quickly got the better
of her as she decided to slip the back pair over her paws. They felt
quite comfortable, if not a bit stiff.</p>
<p><em>Two-person skis?</em> Gallows thought, not seeing the almost
gleeful gaze behind her. <em>Huh…</em></p>
<p>Within a few moments of getting into them, she felt a hand
gently push her forward. The way the curved planks moved made
her put her arms out to catch herself, slipping them into the other
pair of shoes in front of her. Shoes that automatically locked around
her limbs before she even thought about what was going on.
The footwear stiffened, hardening around her hands and
paws, before their presence disappeared into a strange numbness.
Replaced by a familiar sensation. Red and grey markings spread out
from there, enveloping her limbs as they became quadrupedal legs,
stuck to the rails beneath them.</p>
<p>Gallows let out a whimper, mentally cursing her nature as
those legs hardened as well. Wooden. Stiff. Glued in place.</p>
<p>Her body followed over a few minutes of struggling. First was
her cock, making her quake in her bindings as it grew in length. A
long, black flared equine shaft, with sizable balls to match, sticking
out in the air for anyone to see. Forced into a state of arousal that
only seemed to build up in the back of her mind as it too became a
nice ebony wood, polished to a shine. And just behind it, her
rumphole and pussy joined in the changes, with their inner walls
swiftly turning into soft silicone, spread wide within their painted
oak holders.</p>
<p>Her tail disappeared into her hind end, replaced by a spiky felt
grey tail, raised behind the transforming felavian. Her trunk turned
a soft red, covered in a light plush fur, while her core hardened into
more processed tree carcass.</p>
<p>On her back, she could feel leather forming along her
midsection, and it was easy to guess what it was. A saddle, complete
with stirrups and an underblanket, buckled around her underside.</p>
<p>Her neck lengthened, and two golden horns jutted from her
head, gracefully curving back from just above her eyes. More gold
formed along her shoulders like pauldrons, while a collar-like piece
formed around her neck, leaving only her throat uncovered.
The former gryphon barely let out a chirp of surprise as her
beak changed into a red muzzle, filled with a black ball gag attached
to reins and a head harness. Her ears melted away, and in their
place, a shiny black skull running from the back of her head to the
tip of the bridge of her snout. Only her eyes remained mobile,
though plastic instead of organic.</p>
<p>Gallows looked around in silence as her new Cobalion body
rocked softly in place. A small, rather young-looking black cat did
meet her gaze, sitting just between her front legs as he watched the
equine toy fall still. It was Nemi, her adoptive brother.</p>
<p>“Gallows should know to look carefully before handling
something they know nothing about.” He said as his long tail
swished in the air behind him. The feline’s monotone voice and
third-person speech pushed the point as bluntly as usual. Nem
<em>never</em> pulled punches for anything in the hundred years she’d been
a part of the family.</p>
<p>With one of his large paws, Nemi reached up and tapped
something on Gallows’s chest, causing a beep to sound from
somewhere behind one of her horns. And in the reflection of her
brother’s smooth black body, the Cobalion could read the display
quite clearly:</p>
<p><em>Time Remaining</em><br>
<em>184:59:50</em></p>
<p>Within her mind, the equine gulped. That was almost five days
time on Omega. She gazed down at her captor, unable to show any
sort of emotion, but clearly torn between fear and arousal regardless.</p>
<p>Without any warning, the feline attached a collar to a ring on
her throat, and after slipping her rocking rails onto a pair of wheel
banks, began pulling her out of the room.</p>
<p>“Nemi will deliver Gallows to the Toybox Club. They have
asked for more help, and it will keep Gallows out of trouble for a bit.
Maybe Nemi will even let Gallows go after it is done.”</p>
<p>It… Hearing herself effectively called an object in that context
just made it even more of a turn-on. He knew how to press her
buttons, and just what buttons to press.</p>
<p>She just wondered what he meant by “let it go”, though. That
timer was when she’d be changed back…</p>
<p><em>Right?</em></p>
<p>Meanwhile, Ginseng could only watch as Gallows was carted
off. She knew it was only a matter of time before Nemi came back
for her. What worried her was where she’d end up. Becoming
Gallows’s desk chair <em>suddenly</em> sounded quite nice indeed.</p>
<hr>
<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Unexpected Shift (NC-17)2019-04-18T00:00:00-05:002019-04-18T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2019-04-18:/unexpected-shift.html<p>A gryphon leaned back against her bed as she sighed in resignation. It’d been two years since she’d had any work, despite how hard she’d been looking. As much as she didn’t mind having to rely on what she got from the government, boredom always seemed …</p><p>A gryphon leaned back against her bed as she sighed in resignation. It’d been two years since she’d had any work, despite how hard she’d been looking. As much as she didn’t mind having to rely on what she got from the government, boredom always seemed to set in.</p>
<p>Gazing over to the other side of her bed, she noticed her toysuit that she’d bought several years back, and decided to put it on just for fun. And as she pulled the head over her own and zipped it up, she stood to look herself over in the mirror near her desk.</p>
<p>A rubber Renamon toy stared back, eyeless and expressionless. Thin red paws and tri-digit hands. A black body with red markings for the tailtip and thighs. Silver arm covers that shimmered in the light. A red silicone mouth with a molded tongue along the bottom, locked in a lustful state. A silver silicone dildo and matching vaginal hole, both open for anyone to use. And her arms and legs decorated with two silver cuffs each, along with a matching metal collar around her neck.</p>
<p>After teasing herself just a bit with a few poses, she grabbed a locking kink belt and wrapped it around her waist, along with her usual silver collar, before leaving home for a while.</p>
<hr>
<p>It only took a few minutes for her to get there, but Club Jairo was fairly packed for a normally quiet weekend. She could see plenty of people of all sorts on the club floor below the foyer, but she wasn’t really interested in mingling with most of them. Instead, she moved through the crowded halls toward the back rooms, passing people kissing and making out with both friends, and hired toys from the club’s staff.</p>
<p>And as she went by one of the patrons, he grabbed hold of her and pulled her to the wall, catching her slightly off guard. A dragon with iridescent black scales was grinning at her as he looked down, his long neck looming over his head slightly. Both of his clawed hands had her pinned to the wall by her shoulders, mouth quite close to her own. Then, she felt him press his lips against the hole on her snout, slipping his tongue in to lap at the lube-soaked walls of her mawhole.</p>
<p>This sent shivers of bliss through the renadoll. She hadn’t expected to be taken so forcefully by someone, but she was getting into the mood for it.</p>
<p>The dragon soon hooked one of his fingers through her collar loop and pulled her along toward one of the open sex rooms, closing the door behind them. After silently ordering her to the bed with a finger and watching the Renamon climb up onto it, he opened the club-use closet and pulled out a suit of his own.</p>
<p>A dark purple latex suit with black armor-like pieces on the arms, legs, chest, and face, with a grey-colored belly and neck, and similar wings on its back. A humanoid Pegasmon, as she learned while watching the dragon get into it. His feet slid into the armored hooves, his hands into tri-digit armored gloves with thick hoof-like nails. His tail, tucked away, became wispy strands of rubber, and his wings feathered as they slipped into their sleeves. He had to duck under the body armor to pull his head and chest in, but a quick zip of the remaining spine space made sure it was nice and secure as it transformed him.</p>
<p>He gave the Renamon toy a ‘look’ of sorts as his wing-like ears twitched slightly. The mask had no eyes, only dark blue markings under where they’d be, but it did have a ribbed mouth hole like her own, complete with a molded tongue along the bottom. Of course, the fox’s view was a bit further south, with the black equine cock standing at attention between his legs.</p>
<p>The pegasus soon walked over with heavy squeaking steps before putting down a small bag. He clipped a leash onto her collar with one hand, while the other reached down and squeezed around the sides of her groin, detaching her cock and balls and allowing him to put it off to the side. That hand reached down into the bag, pulling out golden armor similar to his own.</p>
<p>The Renamon could only watch as he tied the leash to the headboard of the bed, and began slipping the new suit pieces onto her body. Hands soon found themselves locked into forehooves and gauntlet-like pieces, transforming her arms into equine legs. Her feet soon followed in their tracks, becoming hind legs with matching hooves. Then came the chestpiece, and finally the head, with new wings tucked against her back.</p>
<p>A gryphon, turned into a kitsu, turned into a pegasus. The layering was only serving to push even more buttons.</p>
<p>After flipping his new toy over, the black Pegasmon wasted no time cramming his thick shaft deep within her opening. Thrust after thrust, relentlessly taking the quivering mare like a beast. The gold-armored pegasus desperately wanted to whinny out in bliss, but nothing more than the squeaks of rubber on rubber could be heard throughout the room.</p>
<p>Her stallion gripped the insides of her wing shoulders, using them to pull himself as hard as he could into her folds. Then, as the sensations overtook them both, the black equine arched his back. Cum shot out of his cock like a geyser, coating the interior of the toy like a new paint job, while the mare herself came crashing down against the bed, her ass and foxy tail the only things still in the air.</p>
<p>He quickly pulled his shaft out of her body, letting his seed coat her backside like a claim of ownership. Then, outside of her view, he picked up her cock and slipped it into a small box, before placing it off to the side.</p>
<p>A few minuted passed as the stallion slipped a bridle and reins over the equifox’s face, but once he heard the box ding, he opened the container. The mare’s shaft and balls were no more, melted down and trapped within gold to form a key, which he inserted into the back of her bodyplate and turned.</p>
<p>Clicks could be heard throughout the armor as it gripped her form tightly, locking into place and making sure she couldn’t just slip any of it off. Then, the stallion gripped the white tag on her collar and wrote his name onto it, making sure she could see who owned her now. </p>
<p>After cleaning himself up a bit, the dragon got the head of his suit off and grinned at his new property, petting along her squeaky neck as he rubbed his messy member against her face. It wasn’t what the gryphon had been expecting, but at least it meant no more boredom. Not with how randy her new owner seemed to be.</p>
<hr>
<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Rolling Along (NC-17)2019-04-12T00:00:00-05:002019-04-12T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2019-04-12:/rolling-along.html<p>It had been a rather successful week for most of the Freelance
Team One members, and with their weekend starting the next day,
they headed home to get some rest. But not Gallows, their manager
and leader. She had other plans.</p>
<p>Walking through her home-away-from-home in the city of
Echo …</p><p>It had been a rather successful week for most of the Freelance
Team One members, and with their weekend starting the next day,
they headed home to get some rest. But not Gallows, their manager
and leader. She had other plans.</p>
<p>Walking through her home-away-from-home in the city of
Echo Glade, she stopped long enough to toss her usual cloak into
the closet before sighing with a bit of relief. Then, she pulled her
phone out of a hip satchel and scrolled through the display. Her
beak showed a rather elated grin at what was on the screen, and
grew brighter when her talon tapped the button just below.</p>
<p>Right in front of her, one of her gemstone outfit cases
appeared, which she grabbed onto and pulled over to her sofa in the
living room. Wasting no time, the gryphon opened the container
and fished out its contents, quickly putting them on.</p>
<p>Her paws and talons into the aquamarine latex suit’s feet and
hands, her tail dwarfed by the much longer one it was slipping
inside of. Her wings felt compacted into those she was putting on,
but it was her beak and head that really felt the squeeze at first.
Once she was finished, she zipped up the spinal seal and folded it
over, letting the transformative effects take hold of her. The mirror
wall across the room gave her quite the sight of herself.</p>
<p>Aqua blue smooth skin covered the dragoness, with lighter
smooth faux scutes going from neck to tail-tip. Her three-toed
paw-like feet were molded into shape, complete with small claws,
while her four-digit hands flexed and wiggled as she got used to
them. The draconic purple membranes of her wings were folded</p>
<p>against her back at first, though she wrapped them around her
front like a cape, chuckling.</p>
<p>Feeling along her thin snout, curled downward-facing white
horns, and the small dark blue spines on her head, she had to admit
that she was feeling quite aroused at the sight. Not that she could
show it with her practically unmoving red gemstone eyes, and a
circular silicone hole in the front that was her mouth. She’d become
a living sex doll, and she loved it.</p>
<p>“Mmm… You always look so good, Ember.” The dragoness
told herself as she flopped back on the couch, rubbing along the
zipped slit on her groin.</p>
<p>The peace and quiet didn’t last as long as she would have
liked, though. A knock came from her front door, causing the
dragoness to give off a frustrated huff.</p>
<p>“Enter, but I’m not decent!”</p>
<p>“Fine with me!” A familiar voice called out from the other
side, opening the door in the process.</p>
<p>Once the front entry was closed, Gallows watched as a eagle-lion
gryphon rounded the corner into her living room, messenger
bag strapped over their shoulder. She herself was wrapped in latex
gear from head to tail, walking on all fours as Gallows often did,
colored solid gold from end to end.</p>
<p>“Oh! Did I come at a bad time?” She asked, walking up to the
sofa with a worried look.</p>
<p>“You’re fine, Ginseng.” The dragoness told her, flipping on
the voice changer. “I literally just got into suit when you showed up.”</p>
<p>“Ah! Well…” Gensing paused and reached into her bag, pulling
out a slip of paper and handing it to her boss. “Special event gig
from Queen Star Seer that I was gonna take late tomorrow. Just
need your approval to get one of the suits from your personal
collection, and a signature on the contract.”</p>
<p>Gallows looked over the page to see what the event was about,
then grabbed a pen off the nearby coffee table and signed away on
it, before handing the slip back. “Looks like you’re gonna be in your
element there. Did Hope say why she specifically wanted a Bahamut
X statue?”</p>
<p>“Summoner’s convention.”</p>
<p>“Ah. That makes sense. Bahamut are one of the more famous
summoned creatures of some worlds.”</p>
<p>Taking her phone into hand again, the suited gryph scrolled
around in the Closet Ring app until she found the suit she was
looking for, and tapped a button. Right in front of her, another
gemstone case appeared, which she handed over to Gensing. “Just
don’t forget to have a bit of fun this weekend. You almost ran
yourself into the ground with getting those dumbasses from
Celestia’s royal guard into shape.”</p>
<p>“I know.” The gryphon replied, smirking as she put the suit
case away in her bag. “Besides, I can have a bit of fun before and
after the event. Like this.”</p>
<p>Gensing pressed her beak against the static hole her boss
called a mouth and gave it a kiss, slipping her tongue into the
opening to lap at the ribbed silicone walls within. The dragoness
couldn’t help but moan out from the shiver-inducing sensations,
relaxing once again against the pillows behind her.</p>
<p>“So, got any plans tonight?”</p>
<p>“Nope. You?”</p>
<p>“Aside from getting your approval and the suit, not really.”
Gensing paused, looking over Gallows again, before pulling out her
own phone and tapping at the holographic buttons. “Actually, I
think I do have one plan tonight. It’s been a few weeks since I got a
chance to scratch my own itches.”</p>
<p>Gallows sat up, taking a bit more interest. “Oh yeah? What
were you thinking of?”</p>
<p>The gryphon put her phone onto the coffee table as she sat up
and put a claw on the small air valve at her boss’s hip. Then, she
flipped the top out, taking the stem between two other digits and
squeezing it open. The hiss of air escaping was almost instant.
“H-heyff Wha— Mmph!”</p>
<p>The blushing love doll’s face went red as her gold gryphon
friend shoved a finger into her maw, causing her body to shudder.
Down below, the dragon’s feet were beginning to flatten out as she
lost air through her leg, the vinyl skin loosening underneath her
partner’s weight.</p>
<p>“I seem to remember a few specific kinks of yours are rarely
touched on.” Ginseng said with a smile, watching as Gallows softly
suckled on her talon. “I think I can change that just a bit.”</p>
<p>A soft muffled whimper escaped through the hole as the
wannabe Ember’s body began to go limp. Her legs were immobile as
the air was emptied out, then her arms and wings. Just to be sure,
Ginseng used her free hand to roll up each limb and squeeze out
what remained, before opening a second valve right behind the
dragoness’s head and closing the first.</p>
<p>Gallows soon found herself being turned into practically a
sheet of rubber as her torso was rolled into itself, with just a bit of
space in the center. Only her head had anything left, and once that
was gone, the dragon could do nothing but helplessly watch as her
partner finished getting her around herself, and closed the open
stem once more.</p>
<p>A smile on her face, the gryphon took Gallows’s spot on the
sofa and spread her legs, revealing a red knotted dildo between
them. A feature she’d been toying around with for a few weeks, and
rather enjoying it.</p>
<p>Without a second thought, she took the rolled-up scroll of a
toy that was Gallows and slipped her cock into the hole through the
center and began jerking off. No need for lube with her smooth toy
shaft as it squeaked against the vinyl. Ginseng wasn’t much of a
moaner, but her growls of bliss did echo through the room, as did
the panting as she leaned her head over the arm.</p>
<p>It didn’t take much to make the gryphon fire off a load. A mess
of white seed splattering into the rubber wrapping around her
shaft, rubbed into it as she kept up the pace. Gallows could feel
every bit of it along her contorted back, unable to even utter a
squeak of her own without a filling.</p>
<p>Once her balls were throughly juiced, Ginseng took the
dragon’s flattened face and cleaned herself off with it, wiping the
cum and fluids over as much of her partner’s head as she could.
Nothing more than a cum rag, and it was making the poor toy’s
libido wreck her mind with erotic ecstasy.</p>
<p>Ginseng’s smile widened as she took the dragon toy and
unraveled her, only to fold them up once again, face looking out. A
few zip ties added for good measure, and Gallows was placed into
the suit’s case.</p>
<p>“You might end up being my costume for the private parties
once I wash you at the hotel. Hope you don’t mind.”</p>
<p>That was the last thing the dragon heard before the lid closed,
and all went silent and dark. All she could do was mentally whimper.</p>
<p>She wanted a relaxing vacation, and what she was getting was
an erotic trip as someone’s luggage. The worst part was, she didn’t
even know which was making her more horny: the fact that
Ginseng said she might end up being nothing more than a costume
for her friend’s sex parties, or the fact that Ginseng said nothing
about letting her go. She usually said she’d let her go…</p>
<hr>
<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>The Princess Collection (NC-17)2019-04-11T00:00:00-05:002019-04-11T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2019-04-11:/the-princess-collection.html<p>A clear and beautiful night in Canterlot, and Princess Luna was
out and about for the evening. A happy sigh escaped her lips as she
strolled down the lane, looking around at the few ponies who were
enjoying the fresh air with her. Many bowed as she passed, a few …</p><p>A clear and beautiful night in Canterlot, and Princess Luna was
out and about for the evening. A happy sigh escaped her lips as she
strolled down the lane, looking around at the few ponies who were
enjoying the fresh air with her. Many bowed as she passed, a few
hadn’t noticed her, but that was no matter. What mattered was that
it was peaceful.</p>
<p>However, as she passed by one of the many alleyways within
the city, she noticed something peculiar. A gryphon, sitting up just
behind one of the refuse dumpsters. However, they didn’t look
normal in any sense of the word.</p>
<p>The princess drew closer, her metal-shoed hooves tapping
against the cobblestone with every step. Just before her, the shiny
smooth gryphon turned to look at the approaching alicorn, tilting
its head. It has lenses over its glowing eyes, and circular black
filters sticking from its black beak. Its face, chest, groin, and limbs
were all black, separated by red bands that made it seem almost like
it was wearing some form of clothing. The glowing metal box
attached to its back was the strangest part, though. Shaped like a
shield, with symbols floating just over the surface of a red lit dome
in the center, it seemed to pulse on and off.</p>
<p>Curious, Luna looked it in the eyes as it turned its body toward
her. That was the first mistake. The second was putting her snout
so close.</p>
<p>With blinding speed, she found her face splattered by
something from the gryphon’s beak as they touched. It felt cool to
the touch as it wrapped around her snout, flowing out like liquid.</p>
<p>Rubber, the same color as her body, and moving quite swiftly.
No sooner had she blinked, the material had already coated
her face in its thick embrace. She tried to say something, but only a
muted moan came from her maw. While her bottom jaw opened, no
sound escaped her lips. Only bursts of air from the plastic crescent-shaped
black filters that jutted out where her nostrils once were.</p>
<p>As soon as the princess tried to move, she found herself
stumbling over her own long legs, down into the small recess that
the gryphon had been in, and well out of sight of any creature who
might’ve been passing along the road.</p>
<p>The strange bird creature stood over her as the rubber
continued to spread at a rapid pace, rubbing one of its clawed hands
across her back to help it along. Her eyes became covered by a pair
of black mirrored lenses that darkened her vision, while her mane
was converted in place into shiny version of itself. Her wings thick
and mobile, barely wanted to move from their weight, while her
legs and hooves couldn’t find any traction on their sides. Even her
regalia and crown had been changed by the corrupting liquid,
attached to her body as if it were always part of it.</p>
<p>As she breathed in, her mind began to calm. To empty. The
rubber slipped by across her tail and hind legs to change them,
leaving her practically nothing more than whatever the gryphon
was, made in her own image. Even her cutie mark, the crescent
moon upon the midnight blue background, was there, though
appeared painted on.</p>
<p>A few moments later, she could feel her limp body being rolled
over, and metal piece identical to the shield-like device on her
captor’s back was placed onto her own, sinking into place and
securing itself among the latex. Within a few moments, she could
see something appear off to her left.</p>
<p>Writing, in a small black box that seemed to hover in front of
her, no matter where she looked.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code>$~> sudo -i
Password: ***************>
#~> _
</code></pre></div>
<p>Such strange words. They made no sense.</p>
<p><code>#~> ./usermod -x “” ld18221-021</code></p>
<p>She heard someone in the air calling out for a Princess Luna,
but never responded. The pony couldn’t recall hearing any such
name before, yet she felt she should know who that was.</p>
<p><code>#~> idmod --KeyID “LD18221-021” --ShortID “021” ld18221021</code></p>
<p>021? Yes, that was her designation, though she couldn’t tell
who was calling out to her. Someone distant. Far beyond her reach.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code>#~> idbku -r //Kentaris/idbku/2243cb1d-a3b0-40a1
Beginning backup.......
10%
...
</code></pre></div>
<p>Memories seemed to flow through her mind like movies,
splitting off into copies and disappearing into the ether. She felt as
if she should have known who she was seeing through the eyes of,
but everything felt faded. Hazy.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code><span class="mf">100</span><span class="err">%</span><span class="w"></span>
<span class="n">Backup</span><span class="w"> </span><span class="n">complete</span><span class="mf">.</span><span class="w"></span>
<span class="err">#~</span><span class="o">></span><span class="w"> </span><span class="n">rm</span><span class="w"> </span><span class="o">-</span><span class="n">rPf</span><span class="w"> </span><span class="o">/</span><span class="n">home</span><span class="o">/</span><span class="n">ld18221021</span><span class="o">/</span><span class="mf">.</span><span class="n">id</span><span class="o">/</span><span class="w"></span>
</code></pre></div>
<p>Suddenly, all of those memories began to vanish.
Disappearing bit by bit as if disintegrating within her mind. She no
longer knew where she was, or how she got there, or what she was,
or even what was gazing deep into her eyes.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code>#~> echo “ LD18221-021 \n Luna 021 \n Alicorn \n PSD Model 801 \n Feminine \n Distribution Nozzle \n Secondary Access Port \n“ >> tee /home/ld18221021/.id/modelinfo
#~> echo “ Gallows-Prime, Gallows-855 “ >> tee /home/g1218122/.id/ownerinfo
</code></pre></div>
<p><span class="caps">LD18221</span>-021… Identifier “Luna 021”. An alicorn-based
Personal Service Drone model 801, with a feminine chassis,
equipped with both a distribution nozzle and secondary access port
on her rear. Owned by one Gallows-Prime. A gryphon much like
Gallows-812, who stood in front of her.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code>#~> rpcp --silent //Kentaris/defaults/glsdrn /home/ld18221021/.lob
#~> ./ready.sh
</code></pre></div>
<p>Everything seemed to go blank for a moment, but then her
mind fully awakened, and she stood up slowly. Robotically.
Mindlessly looking down at the smaller felavian drone standing
before her.</p>
<p>Just beyond the creature, two other alicorns waited in the
shadows. One was pink with hints of steel pink and purple in their
mane and tail, purple highlights on their wings, and a blue crystal
heart on their flanks. The other was white with rainbow mane and
tail, and an image of a sun plastered onto their hips. <span class="caps">CD18221</span>-019,
and <span class="caps">CD18221</span>-020, according to the words that appeared over each
of their heads. They both bore twin air filters on their snouts, 019
with heart-shaped boxes, and 020 with sun-shaped boxes.</p>
<p>Orders arrived in her vision as the remote shell terminal was
closed, having her fall in line behind 020. Once they were together,
the gryphon led them away down the alley, Canterlot at their backs
for good.</p>
<hr>
<p>A little while later Gallows herself wandered into her Echo
Glade home and down into the master bedroom in the basement.
It’d been quite the day, and she was ready to relax.</p>
<p>As she passed by one of her gryphondrones, the felavian had
to pause. Slowly turning her head, she caught sight of the three
alicorns as they stood at attention in the next room. All three were
fitted with nozzles made similar to horse dildos, which hung
beneath their bodies and bounced slightly with the natural sway of
their bodies. However, seeing who they had to have been prior to
their changes was what caused the gryphon to spit her tea out in shock.</p>
<p>It was too late to reverse the changes, obviously. Even if she’d
put their minds back into place, they weren’t gonna be anything but
rubber anymore. With a shrug, she put down her tablet and drink to
check the IDs from her computer. Mercifully, they weren’t from the
Equus Delta her own friends were from.</p>
<p>After sending a couple of her drones back to that world for
some more errands, the gryphon’s mind turned toward her new
acquisitions. With a couple more commands, she laid out a path for
the Luna drone to follow. In the next room, she heard the squeaking
of hooves as 021 came out through the hidden door, and right up to
the side of her bed.</p>
<p>She had the drone spread its legs while her computer ran some
code through its core. One brief restart later, her Luna toy began to
move a little more loosely. A smile broke out over the gryphon’s
beak, only to open as she ducked underneath the equine’s chassis to
give their new nozzle a lick. As soon as her tongue touched the
somewhat flexible metal part, she heard a digitized moan come out
of its maw.</p>
<p>Seemed everything was working properly. But direct sex
wasn’t what the Gallows had in mind for her new mindless pony. It
was something else that she’d been wanting more.
With a short leap, she got up on the equine’s back and tapped
the control panel.</p>
<p><code>Body State > Standby > Flow Mode</code></p>
<p>In seconds, the core’s holographic display went dim, and the
latex creature beneath it began to shrink. Rubber flowed into
several ports along the underside of the shield, pulled into small
vats within the device. From head to tail, the drone disappeared,
until nothing but the shield was left, now colored to match its
contents. A beautiful shade of midnight purple, with a dark purple rim.</p>
<p>After checking on the drone’s status from her desk, she tried
remotely doing the same for her new Cadence drone. The pink
alicorn of love liquefied soon after the command was received,
Gallows watching from her seat. Melting down and entering into
the core, until that had turned pink with a lighter shade as its rim,
and a golden light for its display.</p>
<p>This time, Gallows went over to pick up the stored toy as its
core shrank slightly. Without a word, she slipped it over her own
back and tapped along the the edge. The core sprang to life in an instant.</p>
<p>Pink rubber oozed out from each of the vents, covering the
gryphon as it flowed down her body. Golden talons, enveloped in
pink gloves with golden wristbands. Paws turned hoofboots, with
golden shoes covering them. An equine-like tail, long and braided
to look more lion-like. A pink body with a smaller version of the
equine cock perched between her legs. And to finish off, an equine
mask sealed to the suit, complete with the proper mane and crown
atop it, heart-shaped canisters, and rose-colored lenses over her
eyes. This mask didn’t have a mouth opening like the drones did,
but she didn’t mind. Having a toy equine cock stuffed into her maw
just made it all the more enjoyable.</p>
<p>Returning to her desk, she tapped a few buttons to cause the
Celestia Drone to do the same, then had one of her other
gryphondrones bring it to her as she sat back in her chair. One hand
on the keyboard as the other idly pulled out her OmNILink phone.
Under the mask, she was grinning quite happily as the camera app
snapped a photo of her, which she promptly sent off with a message.</p>
<p>With the OmNILink Core on her back, she logged in to her
personal network through the neural interface, putting her phone
down as she did. A few mental commands saw the closest of her
gryphon become a bit looser as it walked toward the pink alicorn.
While Gallows-Prime scooched herself under her desk to continue
some work, the drone knelt down and crawled underneath the
furniture, opening its beak into a toy-like silicone hole.</p>
<p>The rubber bird pushed its maw over the equine’s cock,
coaxing a burst of air from her filters as a sigh escaped her own
beak. Then came the soft sound squeaks and liquid shulks of the
ribbed walls moving back and forth along that long member. One of
the drone’s talons massaged the grapefruits that hung off the edge
of the chair, each orb churning as Gallows shivered in powerful
erotic glee. Its other hand gripped the lower part of her rod, slowly
moving up and down in sync with its head, servicing her as much as
it could.</p>
<p>Over and over, the suited princess of love felt herself tense and
breathe deep as she worked. Both hands were on the keyboard, and
she was focused enough that she could type, but it was hard not to
react to her toy serving its owner like royalty.</p>
<p>One of her hands gripped the back of the gryphon’s head and
started moving it further down her length. Bit by bit, the rod
disappeared into its throat, drawing soft groans of bliss from deep
within the obedient creature. Down… Down… Its beak soon drawing
close to her groin, until they were resting their head on the seat
itself.
Without a second thought, the alicorn started to thrust herself
into its hole, using its slippery tube of an oriface to massage every
bit of the surface of her cock.</p>
<p>Harder…</p>
<p>Faster…</p>
<p>A loud burst of air escaped from her face as Gallows-Prime
arched her back, dumping her load as deep as she could into the
internal vat of Gallows-001. The glorping of her seed was audible,
even out in the workspace, while her toy’s belly began to grow to
show its status. Liter upon liter, flowing into the smaller gryphon
chassis until it could barely stay leaning over.</p>
<p>When she was done, its beak pulled back to free her shaft, and
it came out from under the desk, staring blankly at its owner while
its mouth closed. The pink pony pressed her snout against
Gallows-001’s cheek for a kiss, then had it go into the back to drain
its contents into one of the holding tanks. No sense wasting good
cum, after all.</p>
<p>That was when her phone buzzed. She quickly picked up the
device and read the reply to her message. Seemed there was a bit of
interest from a certain royal after all. With the tap of a couple of
buttons, a few of her pegasus drones back at Breakwater Omega
were sent out to find some suitable candidates for what was asked.
After all, she wasn’t giving up the three she’d gotten as her first
unintentional catches in the drone program.</p>
<p>After thinking on it a few moments, one hand moved across
the keyboard, tapping out a command. The other swiftly reached
behind her back, catching one of the solid state drive cartridges as it
was ejected from its unit. Reaching down to put the storage unit
away, she grabbed one of her blank drives to put in its place,
clicking it into the locking gasket.</p>
<p>Her mind danced around a virtual keyboard for the core, while
the latex closed in around her, leaving only the terminal screen
visible as she went limp in her seat. When her vision returned, her
eyes lit up with a pink glow, and she once again had an opening mouth.</p>
<p>A mouth that grinned under its locking clips as Cadence-855
idly stroked her shaft. Being the drone princess of love was going to
be quite nice.</p>
<hr>
<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Turnabout Remodeling (R)2019-04-10T00:00:00-05:002019-04-10T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2019-04-10:/turnabout-remodeling.html<p>A dreary day in Echo Glade made for little fun. Even as most of
the rain bounced off the forest canopy far above, the ground below
still got quite soaked from the water running off the leaves. For
Gallows, it was good enough to go out for a bit.</p>
<p>The …</p><p>A dreary day in Echo Glade made for little fun. Even as most of
the rain bounced off the forest canopy far above, the ground below
still got quite soaked from the water running off the leaves. For
Gallows, it was good enough to go out for a bit.</p>
<p>The gryphon was walking out of Allorik’s Emporium. Her
rubber body was mostly black, with red bands on all four of her
legs, a red chest and groin that looked almost like shorts and a
chest wrap, and a red gas mask that was her head and face,
complete with filters embedded in her beak. The mouth could still
open, but it still felt nice to have those lenses on her eyes.
She’d had her order sent to her house while she continued to
look around at other shops, but trouble wasn’t all that far.</p>
<p>As Gallows turned a corner toward another road, someone
yanked her by the collar from behind and drove something into her
back. Being that she couldn’t feel any form of physical pain, her
attacker became rather confused when she didn’t react. However,
that particular detail wasn’t actually in play.</p>
<p>The knife came out clean as she slowly turned toward him. The
gryphon hadn’t even realized she was still wearing the suit from
before. At least, not until the weapon caused an audible squeak
against her skin.</p>
<p>Her attacker stared in shock. He hadn’t expected a synthetic
being, much less one he couldn’t hurt so easily.</p>
<p>With a prideful smirk, Gallows reached out at the hyena,
squishing an orb of rubber into his chest. Red and black rubber. It
spread across his upper body, causing him to stumble backward in
horror. A valve appeared just above where his ribs met, while his
trunk had been covered by the same type of suit that his would-be
victim had been wearing.</p>
<p>Before he could scream, before he could call out for help, the
mass moved up his body, latching onto his face. The black mask
began to form over his jaw, a beak slowly emerging from the tangle
of rubber. A beak with filters, in fact. Then the azure lenses, which
covered his eyes completely, filling his vision with a frosted blue haze.</p>
<p>As the changes continued, he raised a hand, only to find a
talon in place of his paw. Then the other, replaced by the same type
of limb. His feet, trapped within thick boots, flailed against the
ground as he tried to get a grip. But it wasn’t going to help him.
The moment he flipped over, he felt something press against
his back. Heavy… Metallic… In an instant, his limbs just stopped
working. His vision blackened, and everything went silent.</p>
<p>He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t unconscious. He could still feel everything.</p>
<p>The sensations of something picking him up. Hoisting him to
his feet… All four of them. They held up, forcing him to stand in
place as the object on his back was manipulated further.</p>
<p>One step.</p>
<p>Another.</p>
<p>Neither of his own volition. He couldn’t stop himself from
moving, and yet, he found himself wanting to blindly walk. To
follow directions from something in his mind. Soon he was trotting
along. Unable to see anything. To hear anything. Yet, he knew
which direction he was going, and which way he needed to move.
Despite the walking, it felt like only seconds had passed when
his sight returned. Much clearer than ever before, except…
something seemed quite off.</p>
<p>Dots…</p>
<p>Pixels…</p>
<p>Lights all around.</p>
<p>Like he was looking through a computer screen.</p>
<p>Gallows pointed to him, then to one of the strange dome-like
pads on the ground. He couldn’t see where he was, just the
gryphon, and the strange device she’d directed him to. Everything
else was pitch black.</p>
<p>His body began moving again as a path of light traced out in
front of him. Following the line without fail.</p>
<p>Then, he stood on the small platform, and found himself
rising into the air, floating above the dome as it lit up. His forelimbs
crossed in front of his chest, while both legs dangled below him.
And in his vision, he could see text being drawn in a small window
off to his right.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code>$~> sudo -i
Password: ***************>
#~> _
</code></pre></div>
<p>That looked like something he’d seen on some of the
computers back in the lab. The cursor blinked softly for a few
moments before the typing resumed.</p>
<p><code>#~> usermod -c “” g1218-112</code></p>
<p>His mind felt heavy… For some reason, he was having
diffculty remembering things. His name seemed distant. Muted.
Even when it was shouted in his memories.</p>
<p><code>#~> idmod --KeyID “G1218-112” --ShortID “112” g1218112</code></p>
<p>112… That sounded more familiar. Strangely so.</p>
<p><code>#~> supmod --SuperID “Ω562231-623855” --ShortSuperID “855” g1218112</code></p>
<p>Supervisor 855… He suddenly remembered that. It was the
gryphon he’d seen walking out of the store.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code>#~> idbku -r //Kentaris/idbku/e8f25a53-391b-4ff6
Beginning backup.......
10%
...
</code></pre></div>
<p>112 simply watched as the backup worked through the
processor on his back, sending something to a remote server
somewhere. He wasn’t really sure what was being backed up, but it
didn’t take long.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code><span class="mf">100</span><span class="err">%</span><span class="w"></span>
<span class="n">Backup</span><span class="w"> </span><span class="n">complete</span><span class="mf">.</span><span class="w"></span>
<span class="err">#~</span><span class="o">></span><span class="w"> </span><span class="n">rm</span><span class="w"> </span><span class="o">-</span><span class="n">rPf</span><span class="w"> </span><span class="o">/</span><span class="n">home</span><span class="o">/</span><span class="n">g1218112</span><span class="o">/</span><span class="mf">.</span><span class="n">id</span><span class="o">/</span><span class="w"></span>
</code></pre></div>
<p>Within moments, the poor drone started to feel a sense of
emptiness. Thoughts simply started vanishing from his mind.
Thoughts of school…Had he gone to school? He didn’t remember
doing anything like that. Organics went to school, not drones.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code>#~> echo “ G1218-112 \n Gallows-112 \n Gryphon \n PSD Model 1812 \n Feminine \n Distribution Nozzle \n“ >> tee /home/g1218122/.id/modelinfo
#~> echo “ Gallows-Prime, Gallows-855 “ >> tee /home/g1218122/.id/ownerinfo
</code></pre></div>
<p>He was G1218-112, identifier “Gallows-112”. Personal Service
Drone model 1812, Gryphon, with a feminine chassis and equipped
with a distribution nozzle in the groin. He was owned by GallowsPrime, or Gallows-855, his supervisor. That’s what he was
remembering, anyway.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code>#~> rpcp --silent //Kentaris/defaults/glsdrn /home/g1218112/.lob
#~> ./ready.sh
</code></pre></div>
<p>His mind blanked once again as something ran through it. It
was only for a second, but when the drone could think again, his
thoughts were simple: <code>Waiting for input... Battery at 90%... Waiting for
input...</code></p>
<p>Gallows continued to grin as she hovered in the air next to him
on an identical charging station, in a room just o! the master
bedroom of her Echo Glade home. Not only did she get a new
plaything, but it was better than what the royal guard would’ve
done to him.</p>
<p>She sent one final command to the newly minted Hazards
Containment and Transport gryphon, and within moments, both of
them hung limply in the antigravity hold, eyes going dim behind
the lenses of their masks. The sizable OmNILink packs on their back
soon followed, with their barely lit holodisplays showing nothing
more than a power icon.</p>
<p>Drones, ready for their orders. But one question still
remained… Was that Gallows the real one? Or was it just as much a
drone as its new copy?</p>
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<p>Gallows mumbled under her breath as she was taken within the back section of Echo Glade Castle’s hallways. All she remembered about the day was waking up to a call from Queen Star Seer, only for everything to go black again. When she awakened …</p><p>Inspired by <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30941297/">“Flexibility”</a> by <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/icaron/">Icaron</a></p>
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<p>Gallows mumbled under her breath as she was taken within the back section of Echo Glade Castle’s hallways. All she remembered about the day was waking up to a call from Queen Star Seer, only for everything to go black again. When she awakened next, she was bound with a ring gag trapped in and around her beak, all four legs tied to a pole.</p>
<p>The guards in their almost nightmare-inspired black-purple armor stopped as they entered the Royal Furnishings room, before dropping the poor gryphon to the ground and walking away.</p>
<p>Another armored figure—a fellow gryphon—soon came over and untied her forelegs, only to use them to drag her over to a stone slab. Two pairs of iron shackles were embedded in the rock, made to hold down whomever was locked in them without any give.</p>
<p>The furnisher picked Gallows up and placed her chest-first onto the platform. Her talons were then pulled back and locked into the rear pair of cuffs, while her beak was pulled down and held in place by some hooks that attached to the gag. She wasn’t going anywhere as she was. Then came her rear legs, but she was expecting to have them tucked underneath her.</p>
<p>She was wrong.</p>
<p>The avian felt the other gryphon grab her hind legs, only to use her feline flexibility against her. Up and over, her body folded backward against itself, with her own paws trapped against the sides of her face. Her balls came next, stretched by a ring stretcher and linked to the top of her gag with a chain. It hid her rear openings from view, and left the completely inaccessible to the outside world.</p>
<p>Gallows couldn’t feel pain, but she could definitely feel the new aching pressure as she was contorted, with her cock rising up out of its sheath. Helplessness was one of her turn-ons, and she was certainly that, if not worse off.</p>
<p>A cold shiver went through her body as she felt a small ring wrapped around her shaft. It forced her knot to swell, and her member to pulse with growing need. It was a technology she’d helped create, and it wasn’t about to let her go soft for even a second. Not that she would have, given her circumstances.</p>
<p>As soon as the gryphon was locked down tight, the armored furnisher pulled a pair of anti-grav lifters onto the sides of the slab and levitated it, before pushing the entire piece forward into the castle again.</p>
<p>Minutes passed as Gallows watched the guards and staff go by. Then, she found herself outside in the castle gardens. Lush berry bushes and fruit trees filled her vision, as well as a few choice statues and fountains. Those were beings she herself petrified and repurposed, back when she was chief designer for the new castle of the capital. Likewise with the magical path lamps and other features that had once been animate. They were still alive, and many had probably been <em>hired</em> to replace those nearing the end of their contracts, but it still made for a striking view under the darkness of the forest canopy.</p>
<p>Several other contorted beings also came into view, with their names engraved on golden placards attached to the slabs, each accompanied by another that simply said “Public”. They were stamped by the <em>Royal Set Dressing Team</em>. The same team that the furnisher was part of. It made her wonder if this new face had once been part of the actual furnishings, just as all of the others had.</p>
<p>However, they passed all of the public sections, and went into the more private part of the massive botanical bay. An area restricted to diplomats, royal family, and of course the queen herself. A pair of massive statues of the previous Butterfly Crown bearers towered over a flowing stream, perched in a ring of sunlight at the back. There were a couple more living benches dotted around the path, with their heads trapped in metal shells to disguise their identities.</p>
<p>It seemed Gallows had a different fate, though. She was dropped off just underneath the meter-round Star Apple tree in the center of the circular path, opposite of the statues, and simply left there to exist. In a spot she knew quite well, given she had to give the queen a report on where traffic would be heaviest in the entire garden. It was what she referred to as the <em>study spot</em>, being the one place most likely used for someone to study or meditate at.</p>
<p>A high traffic area.</p>
<p>With her limited view, she noticed a pair of guard statues were flanking her. Their smooth reinforced obsidian bodies made a nice contrast to her vibrant red-and-gold colors.</p>
<p>Of course, two questions did remain. Who signed her contract, and for how long?</p>
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<p>A smile across her face, she moved her red unicorn plush over to one side as her body began to glow softly, her mass changing shape in the silhouette she gave off. Within moments, she’d went from her red gryphon self, to relatively small dark purple unicorn, her iridescent mane and tail shimmering in the lights from the ceiling.</p>
<p>With an azure glow radiating from her horn, she picked up the pieces of gear with her magic and moved them out onto the white spread before her, dropping each one carefully into place. Once done, she lifted the container up and put it on the floor near the bed, making sure to close it before it went under her bed.The equine happily leaned over took one of the first bits into her maw, sliding the long thick equine dildo deep into her mouth and throat before reaching the base within the muzzle. Her magic grabbed hold of the buckled flaps on each side and pulled them closed behind her head, snapping into place while the strap was pulled taut, and locked with a small timed padlock. It was thick enough to stretch her throat a bit, but the nostril holes gave her plenty of air to breathe with, even while deepthoating the massive shaft.</p>
<p>Next came the main part of the suit, forcing her to stand up and step into the heavy metal hooves that came with it. Each one was locked into place with a set of short spikes that painlessly drove into her hoof walls, while the scaled plates made sure she’d have a hell of a time moving. Just the feeling made her moan out in bliss a bit, the long shaft between her hind legs sti!ening in the process.</p>
<p>She used her magic to pull the one-piece suit up and over her legs and groin, making sure to slip her cock and balls into the sheath. A tube ran from the tip of the rubber covering and into her shaft, blocking it completely, and inflating to give that a nice stretching as well.</p>
<p>Once she got everything lined up, the next part made her shiver, almost forcing her to kneel down as her forelegs tried to give way. Two equally massive horse dildos were pushed deep into both holes on her rear end, big enough to stretch them and tease the walls with their ribbed surfaces, making every movement an even bigger struggle to keep control of her arousal. A pair of keys were turned inside of them, causing each one to inflate just inside the openings, making sure they wouldn’t come out until she was ready for them to.</p>
<p>Her magic pulled the spinal zipper closed as her tail and mane were trapped inside of pouches that hid them away, making her look almost like solid rubber from the outside, aside from the metal boots.Then, she pulled the hood up from around her muzzle, and brought it over her face. Nothing more than a solid smooth surface from the outside, with her ears tucked inside of another pair of padded pockets, and her eyes padded for her protection. Once she pulled it into the locking straps on the back, and gave the lock its final closure, a metal spiral appeared over her horn, cutting o! her magic and using its energy to power vibrators within those twin toys in her hind quarters.</p>
<p>Barely able to move, Gallows could do little more than quiver and writhe in bliss. She’d already been primed from earlier, and the pulsing shafts behind her managed to push the poor pony into fruitless thrusting into the air, a deep need to bring herself to an orgasm she knew she wouldn’t get. Then the motors surrounding her cock sprang to life, slowly massaging the sensitive flesh beneath them, and making the unicorn collapse into a heap of horny happiness.</p>
<p>The lock was set for ten hours, and she knew she was going to enjoy every moment of it.</p>
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<p>“Hey! Get some pants on, slut!”</p>
<p>Spinning on one heel, the quadruped did a full 180 to look around for who shouted, and she quickly found the source. A bipedal wolf was glaring at her, his eyes narrow and a snarl across his face.</p>
<p>“Yeah! I’m talkin’ to you!” He continued, his gruff voice carrying only slightly in the wind. “What’d’ya think this is? A fuckin’ nudist camp!?”</p>
<p><span class="dquo">“</span>It’s a clothing optional, gated park for adults.”” She replied, returning to her walk. “Read the rules and get stuffed.” </p>
<p>A few moments later, she felt a half-full plastic water bottle smack into the back of her head. It didn’t do much, but the fact someone threw something at her set the gryphon’s anger off quite a bit.</p>
<p>“Fuck you, clucky!”</p>
<p>The wolf began to walk away, but something struck the back of <em>his</em> head this time. Something that went splat, and felt quite gooey. Reaching up to feel it, he noticed black rubber dripping from his paw-like hand. Slightly glowing black rubber.</p>
<p>“The fuck di—!”</p>
<p>Gallows flicked one of her claws in the air, and the liquid latex reacted almost instantly, wrapping around his face like a muzzle. It flowed up over his eyes and head, then down along his body as he struggled to tear it away. But the gryphon only smirked as his struggles caused the fluid to spread even faster.</p>
<p>His arms were pulled against his back by the dark goop, while his legs were bound tightly together, forcing him to drop to his knees, then to the ground itself. It invaded his most private parts, stuffng his rump full and spreading his ass wide, only to puff up into a nice toy hole. His mouth, forced open and into the same type of opening, dripping with lubricating drool. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, and he couldn’t speak. And as every bit of him was covered, he could feel his body fading into more of the strange material.</p>
<p>He still tried fruitlessly to flail a bit, but the transformation had drained him of his stamina. The small writhing was barely a fight at all, much less one he could keep up. It was mere seconds before he’d become nothing more than living latex, down to his very core.</p>
<p>“You know… I could’ve let it go, but then you had to throw something at me. You don’t throw shit at me on my day off and get away with it.”</p>
<p>The gryphon walked up to the barely moving doll of a wolf and pulled out her phone, tapping a few buttons in the process. Within moments, a device appeared on the ground before her, and she began pushing the rubbery wolf into it. Slowly, it enveloped him from foot to head within its translucent blue walls, until the poor canine found himself squishing against the walls. One side had a plastic rod in his mouth, the other side had one in his ass.</p>
<p>Then, she began to push the two sides together with a ratcheting rod built onto the side. Squeaks filled the air, and the wolf found himself compressing, slowly but surely, into the mold.</p>
<p>His cock and balls, pulled through a hole in the bottom, began to pulse wildly in the air, leaking more of the lubricant that he’d been drooling just earlier.</p>
<p>He felt himself flattening out against the walls. His face squished against his chest, while his legs folded into it as well. His ass stayed on one side, and his mouth moved beside it, with his back being opened up to flow out through them both. Then, as the pressure stopped, Gallows opened the device and tapped her phone again, sending it back to where it came.</p>
<p>All that remained was the wolf, turned into a pair of sheath shorts. The smooth skin-tight rubber shined in the light of the sun, and with a smile, the gryphon slipped them over her lower body, one leg going through what used to be his snout, the other through his former tail hole, and her own cock filling out the empty shaft and balls of her assaulter. After threading her tail through the wolf-like tail that remained, she sat back and gave them a nice rubbing with her talons.</p>
<p>“Mmmm… Got your wish, dick. You’re gonna be far more useful like this. Might not even change you back.”</p>
<p>Mentally, the wolf found himself wrecked. Barely able to think in his current state, all he could do is mentally whimper as little more than waves of bliss flooded his very being. Constantly building, with no sign of relief in sight.Reaching down between her legs, Gallows grabbed a hidden zipper and pulled it up, sealing her more private bits behind a pouch. Couldn’t be seen in such a lewd state, after all.</p>
<p>“Yeah… You’ll go quite nice in my collection. Hope you don’t mind a good long eternity like this, dicko. You just earned it.”</p>
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<p>Gallows turned off her television and tossed the remote aside as she relaxed on her sofa. It’d been a few hours since she returned from a rather sobering job of helping a young person with transitioning to deal with their species and gender dysphoria …</p><p><em>Time and time again, we…</em></p>
<p>Gallows turned off her television and tossed the remote aside as she relaxed on her sofa. It’d been a few hours since she returned from a rather sobering job of helping a young person with transitioning to deal with their species and gender dysphoria—a job she would’ve given to one of her other team members had they been available—and her need to relax had become a bit of a necessity.</p>
<p><strong><span class="caps">KNOCK</span> <span class="caps">KNOCK</span> <span class="caps">KNOCK</span>!</strong></p>
<p>“<em>Kaikka…</em> Enter!”</p>
<p>The front door of her Echo Glade home swung open just across the room from her, and a fairly young female anthro bluejay entered. Her yellow sundress flowed in the breeze from outside until the door closed once again, but she looked rather embarrassed just being there.</p>
<p>“Mrs. Furi!” Gallows said, rather shocked at her client from earlier showing up. “Is something wrong?”</p>
<p>“Oh! No, Miss Gallows. Thank you so much for helping Ken find himself.” She replied, her wing-like hand running along the back of her head. “No, I came to ask for a bit of advice. My sister Servina said you’d be able to help.”</p>
<p>The gryphon looked completely dumbfounded. She knew the android-like receptionist at Shirohoshi Enterprises used to be organic, but she never knew Servina had family.</p>
<p>“See…I’m also looking to transition, to being a synth like my little sis. Just… Well…”</p>
<p>Jenny handed Gallows a folder, and the gryphon began reading through it. Medical records, some dated a few years ago, all detailing some rather worrying diagnoses. Several exotic symptoms caught the phoenix’s attention, but it was the most recent set of notes that really made her heart drop.</p>
<p><em>Estimated remaining lifespan: 4 months at best.</em></p>
<p>“Does Kendra know?”</p>
<p>“No. I haven’t had the heart to tell her. Not while she was dealing with her own issues.”</p>
<p>“What were you thinking of transitioning to? Latex being? Mechanoid?”</p>
<p>“Mechanoid, like my sister.”</p>
<p>Gallows grabbed her phone from the co!ee table and began tapping at the holographic icons, before pressing the translucent earpiece hanging from her ear to turn it on.</p>
<p>“Hey Fira… Listen… I need you to meet me at Breakwater Echo. Bring a set of <em>H-R-X-one-two-two</em> systems with you. … Tell Mom I’m making it a priority, and I’ll deal with that issue personally after we’re done. Yeah. Thanks.”</p>
<p>The gryphon looked up a Jenny as she got to her feet, standing biped for the first time in a while. “Come on. Let’s get you set up with something.”</p>
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<p>About an hour passed before Gallows and Jenny arrived at the massive base north of the city. Most of it was underground, and the cavern-like walls and ceiling of the room they sat in was a reminder of that. Brown rock walls with embedded crystal lights, many high above in the forty meter ceiling, gave the entire space a bit of an eerie ambience. The gryphon was back on all fours as she sat down on the ground, while her client rested on top of a metal crate. Thankfully, they didn’t need to wait long.</p>
<p>A white-armored canine mecha strolled through the door on all fours, pulling a trailer full of gemstone cases behind them. Some were as big as a shipping crate, others as small as a briefcase. But they all held the same SS6Lmarkings on their faces.Fira stopped and disconnected the trailer from their body, their thick body giving a thud as they sat in front of the two. They didn’t have eyes behind their wide black sensor visor, and their snout had nothing more than a flapping jaw filled with fangs, but the digitized voice showed quite a bit of emotion in its place.</p>
<p>“What’s with the sudden need for <span class="caps">HRX</span>-122s, Tera?” They asked, sounding quite annoyed. “You’ve got your own set.”</p>
<p>“They’re not for me, Fira.” Gallows replied with a rather somber tone. “Mrs. Furi here is wanting to transition to being a mechanoid, but her current situation puts any of my trans-suits off the table.”</p>
<p>“I…Understood.” Fira began unpacking some of the crates onto the floor, feeling a bit foolish for losing their temper. They knew she wouldn’t have made such a comment without reason.</p>
<p>Jenny looked toward Gallows with a bit of confusion, but when the crates started getting opened, the avian knew she had one hell of a choice in front of her. The mechas began to assemble into standing models, standing by for inspection and trial use. A few dragons, a couple of canines, some avians, a gryphon, a couple of equines, and even a saurian, all lined up and ready to go.</p>
<p>The bluejay began looking over each one in turn, with Fira at the end of them, silently watching her. But of all of the choices, one of the dragons had caught her eye.</p>
<p>A rather large anthroid dragon covered in silver-colored armor, standing about three meters tall, it was very similar to what her daughter had transitioned into. Thick arms with three massive fingers and a thumb each, and each foot had three toes that it stood on. Unlike Fira, it had glowing glass eyes with covers that allowed them to be expressive, but its mouth was still rather static. However, none of its underchassis was visible, covered by either the armor, or a thick rubber underskin, obviously to keep dust and particles out of sensitive mechanical systems.</p>
<p>Admiring the golden curved horns on its head, she looked over at Fira with a smile. “I think I found the one.”</p>
<p>“Then put your hand on the black panel on its chest,” they told her, walking up to her side, “and take a deep breath. You can give it a shot before you take the plunge completely.”</p>
<p>“Trials take time, and I have precious little of that left.”</p>
<p>The robotic canine sighed verbally. “Understood. Press your hand into the plate, and steel yourself. That’s all you’ll have to do on your end.”</p>
<p>Nodding, the bluejay pressed her wing against the dark steel on its chest, and within moments, all went dark.</p>
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<p>Some time passed before Jenny regained consciousness, and the view awaiting her was surreal. She looked at what she could only describe as herself, laying on one of the crates as Gallows and Fira looked on at the new her.</p>
<p>Numbers and various symbols filled her vision as well, and when she reached up to rub her head, she saw the metal claws of the dragon she’d chosen. Then she noticed the snout filling the lower part of her vision, and as she stood, heard the clattering of steel against concrete as her feet planted on the ground.</p>
<p>She wasn’t blinking.</p>
<p>She wasn’t breathing.</p>
<p>She just…was.</p>
<p>“Welcome back, Mrs. Furi.” Fira said, getting to her feet once again. “How are you feeling?”</p>
<p>It took a few moments for her to process everything that was going on, but she did respond eventually.</p>
<p>“I’m…okay?” She replied, hearing herself with a slightly deeper voice than she was used to, a digitized undertone just barely detectable with it. “I don’t have a clue what’s going on, but…I’m okay?”</p>
<p>“That’s good enough for me to call it a win.”</p>
<p>Gallows stepped forward, taking a cable from Fira’s back and connecting it to a small port on Jenny’s leg. “Let’s get a full diagnostic going real quick before I release you into Fira’s capable paws. You’re gonna have a few days of training and therapy ahead of you, but it’s better than the alternative.”</p>
<p>“W…What happened to me?”</p>
<p>The gryphon made a bit of a wince as she spoke. “You…Well, let’s just say that four month prognosis wasn’t…accurate. As your consciousness was getting digitized, your organic body’s heart stopped. If I had to guess, your stress meant it wasn’t going to last more than a couple days at best. But, Fira kept your wing planted against the transfer plate to make sure you made it through.”</p>
<p>“And you did make a full transfer.” The cable snapped free from the port as Fira reeled it back to herself. “Diagnostics show you’re perfectly fine, and all systems are at full power.”</p>
<p>There was a bit of an awkward silence as the newly-minted dragoness looked at her own hands. Thoughts crossed through her mind at lightning speed. Questions kept rising up with them.</p>
<p>“Is…this how Servina transitioned?”</p>
<p>Again, Gallows made a pained look as she sat down on all fours. “Not…quite.”</p>
<p>Jenny looked at the gryphon with confusion.</p>
<p>“I was there for that procedure…delivering her new chassis. She’d been ill for a few days, but no one knew why. Before we could get her to touch the transfer pad, she collapsed. I had to plant her wing on it and keep it there.”Pausing for a moment, Gallows shifted uncomfortably in place, trying to keep her own emotions in check.</p>
<p>“It…wasn’t an entirely clean transfer. Lost some of her memories, among other complications. She made a mostly full recovery from the rest of the problems, but there was no getting those memories back. Her heart stopped when she fell, and brain death happened soon after. There just wasn’t anything left to pull from.”</p>
<p>The silence this time was practically deafening. It hurt Jenny to hear what her sister went through, having never known about the ordeal, and it hurt Gallows to recant the tale, even with what little she said.</p>
<p>“Hey… Fira?”</p>
<p>“Yeah, Tera?”</p>
<p>“Get Mrs. Furi to Seastride Six Labs and help her out.” The gryphon got to her feet and began walking out.</p>
<p>“And what are you gonna do?”</p>
<p>She stopped, smirking softly. “I’m gonna do what I do best. Help out my clients as best I can. Someone’s gonna need to give her daughter and husband a good excuse as to why she’s away, and I figure I could get them into Kioshi Falls Resort for a week to keep them busy. Plenty to do in that city.”</p>
<p>Jenny suddenly looked down at her hands again. “Thank you. For everything.”</p>
<p>Continuing on toward the door, Gallows waved a talon in the air. “Consider it part of the care package, Mrs. Furi.”</p>
<p>The phoenix didn’t want to admit it, but she had her own reasons for going the extra mile. Reasons she didn’t want to explain. But Fira watched her as she closed the door behind her, knowing exactly what her adoptive sister was going through.</p>
<p>The canine wasted no time in hooking up the trailer onto her back harness again. “Hop on, ma’am. I’ll help get you back on your feet proper as quickly as possible.”</p>
<p>Jenny nodded, climbing onto the flatbed and lying back with a clatter. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but at least she could be closer to her daughter, both in species, and as a fellow synthetic. It just meant things were going to be a bit more complicated.</p>
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<p>You wait in the lobby for a bit, until what looks like someone in a rubber Charmander costume comes to escort you into a massive closet full of outfits. They say nothing, but point to a sign with the club’s rules on it. One of them is that all occupants must wear either their own transformative suit, or one from the club’s closet, while inside of the club area.</p>
<p>Sighing, you look around at the various costumes. Everything from Digimon to Pokémon, to Zoids, and beyond, lined up in sections upon sections of hangers and boxes within the massive complex of shelves. Not wanting to waste too much time, you start looking in the Pokémon section, and find one that catches your eye.</p>
<p>It doesn’t look like a normal suit, but the male humanoid Bulbasaur outfit seems to be the right size, at least. After taking it into one of the dressing rooms and stripping down, you slide your legs into the one-piece costume, noticing that the translucent skin doesn’t seem to show your own limbs through it. Thinking it’s something to do with the technology that it’s made from, you shrug it off and keep putting it on.</p>
<p>Your feet make their way down to the blob-like feet of the saurian, feeling much thicker once in place. They’re called transformative suits for a reason, apparently. Your arms and hands do the same as you manage to get them inside, having only thumbless mittens on each hand to work with. Even the feeling of having fingers inside of it are gone.</p>
<p>Once you manage to get it zipped up, and the head over your own cranium, you find yourself quite light. Everything in your sight has a glossy shine, along with the painted rubber body you now inhabit. You can see your hand through the skin of the short snout, distorted by the small creases in the translucent latex. But having not paid much attention before, you notice the “mouth” looks like a rolled-up condom, as does the rump opening if the view through the mirror is right.</p>
<p>Your mitten of a hand goes down to the twelve inch tapered and knotted shaft at your groin, and a simple squeeze finds it not only sensitive, but full of air, with another condom bulb on the tip of it. The same air-filled sensations come from the massive flower bulb on your back as well, which seems to have another rolled-condom-like opening within the center.</p>
<p>Deciding it’s what you want, you wander out of the closet space and into the club, watching some of the occupants as you pass by. Some have the condom-like look that your suit has, some look more like sex dolls, some look more natural for whatever form they’ve taken. But all of them are silent, or at least it seems that way. Some of them look like they’re talking, but you can’t hear any of it.</p>
<p>Once you’re past the bigger crowds, you come across another Pokémon-suited being. A Charmeleon, made to look like a living sex doll. Their red skin shines from the rainbow lights above, with a virtually featureless face aside from the horn sticking out the back of their head, and the dark red silicone mouth hole at the front of their short snout. Their body is smooth, with the cream-colored belly practically painted onto them, and their hands and feet look like mittens and boots with claws tacked onto them. What really throws you off is the pair of inflatable breasts they bear, combined with a stiff tapered rubber shaft sticking up out of a slit on their groin.</p>
<p>They stop you, caressing your jaw, but you don’t fight their advances. Especially when they press their mouth hole against yours in a rather peaceful kiss.</p>
<p>The rubber lizard seems to chuckle silently as they pull a collar from one of the plastic handles on their hips. You’d always been a bit on the kinky side, so you raise you head a bit to let them wrap it around your neck. But once they get that green collar buckled into place, you find yourself feeling somewhat strange.</p>
<p>Your arms and legs segment themselves at the shoulders and hips, becoming more like vinyl than the thin condom rubber of your head and body. Your neck also gains the same dividing wall from the rest of you, changing into the thicker rubber that your limbs turned into, with a silicone toy hole taking place of your mouth. You also notice handles near your joints, and your limbs each seem to have an inflation valve out in the open.</p>
<p>The Charmeleon clips a leash to your new collar and pulls you along behind them. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself in it. Faceless, just like your dominant, with nothing more than painted-on markings. Your body also seems to have hardened into more vinyl, with a valve at your belly button, and a thick tapered dildo for a cock sticking out between your legs. Only your bulb seems to still be condom-like.</p>
<p>You soon find yourself being brought into a more private room in the back, where a bed is set up for a bit of fun, complete with built-in restraints and toys. Your lizard dom pulls you up onto the bed with them, where they begin cuddling you rather lovingly. Just the sensation of being with another person feels nice, but the sound of your bodies squeaking against each other is also making you quite horny.</p>
<p>After a bit, the Charmeleon crawls on top of you, caressing your head with one hand, as you feel the other rub along your side. That hand slowly travels down to your leg, then your groin, where they begin to massage your shaft. Then, they press down on the base of your cock and balls, causing a click to sound in your head before those bits pull away from you. Physically disconnecting, only to leave a black feminine toy hole in its place, pointed back like that of a feral Pokémon.</p>
<p>Once they toss the now extracted masculine toy to one side, you find the lizard pulling your hands up against your shoulders. A zipper appears near your elbows, which they draw upward, forming a pouch around your arms. They do the same to your legs, folding them up and zipping them into place. You don’t feel like you have limbs anymore, but thick stumps where they once were, padded on the bottoms where you would walk.</p>
<p>Then, the dragon pulls you down onto your belly, before grabbing a pair of handles on your hips and thrusting their shaft deep into your new folds. Your brain sends waves of confused lust coursing through your body, barely able to process these new feelings as they take you rough and hard, like some breeding stock in heat.</p>
<p>You can’t make a single sound other than the squeaking of your bodies against each other, but mentally, you moan out in pleasure. Their smooth cock rubbing against your ribbed walls feels incredible, and being hilted with every thrust only makes you want more.</p>
<p>Over and over, they pump their hips against yours, and all you can do is sit there and shudder, wanting nothing more than to let them take you for everything you’ve got.</p>
<p>Their eagerness soon results in victory as they arch their back, jet upon jet of warm seed spraying into your body. You can’t see it, but you feel that hot cum being drawn up into you, collecting into the reservoir of a bulb on your back. Filling up as the Charmeleon keeps pushing to drain even more of their spunk into you.</p>
<p>By the time they finish, you both flop against the bed, somewhat exhausted in your afterglow. Your quivering mass can barely muster the energy to move one of your trapped legs, but the Charmeleon gives you a woozy kiss against your mouth hole.</p>
<p>You both recover after a bit, and they reach into your semi-hollow toy body, disconnecting the condom bulb and tying it off, before dropping it into a nearby waste basket. Your body somehow generates a new bulb pack in its place, once again completing your look, and making you ready to be used again.</p>
<p>The Charmeleon caresses your head and gives you another kiss, but you hear a click just behind your head. The weight of a lock drops against your neck. Seems they’ve practically claimed you as theirs, and you don’t have a single problem with that. After putting your toy cock and balls back into place, they reach over to each of your limbs and open the air valves.</p>
<p>Little by little you feel them crumple, the gas escaping into the room around you, until nothing remains but some limp vinyl flaps. Your body ends up being next, with your bulb retracting into your back, and your cock and balls flattening with the rest of your torso, empty and unmovable.</p>
<p>With another simulated chuckle, the lizard opens up the final valve on your head, allowing it to clear out completely. Unable to move, you watch as they fold your limbs in toward your chest, then roll you up head first into a small package, your cock wrapped around your flattened form and used to tie you up tight.</p>
<p>You find yourself being tossed into some sort of bag, with darkness enveloping you as they zip it shut. Seems someone really wanted a new toy, and for you… You could get used to this.</p>
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<p>Sitting with him is what looks like an inflatable Cubone, with a greenish-blue painted skull mask and painted-on eyes. You notice its own cock looks like a condom sticking out from it, but then you see the mouth and tail hole being quite similar, with rolled-up edges like a rubber fresh out of the package. </p>
<p>With a grin, the Blaziken beckons you to join them. You quickly shed yourself of your clothes and climb onto the king-sized mattress, sitting in front of him. You know what he wants, and what you want.</p>
<p>You press your head against the tip of his cock, causing him to moan out with pleasure as your face slips inside those loving walls. Darkness fills your vision, and his heartbeat muffles all but its own sounds as the rest of your cranium joins in the fun. The slick walls keep you from moving around too much, but you feel yourself getting a bit of help from the outside as rubbery hands help to push you deeper. </p>
<p>Your shoulders and arms slip in almost effortlessly, allowing you to draw your hands up and forward just enough to pull them above your head, to massage the inside of his body as you go down. Shivers of bliss come over the Blaziken, shaking you to your very core as you sink down into him. Your cock at attention, the strange Cubone seems to help you a bit further in by slipping it between your belly and the flesh consuming you, before ultimately lifting you up and letting gravity pull you the rest of the way to your destination.</p>
<p>After a few seconds, you find your hands slipping into a warm liquid, with the rest of your body joining only moments later. The salty seed tastes sweet, but it becomes a slight struggle to keep your head above the surface until you flip yourself around a bit. The movements only seem to turn your predator on even further, though, as that seed warms up even further.</p>
<p>You curl up inside the pool, finding yourself growing just ever so slightly numb on points of your body. But as the seconds tick by, that numbness slowly grows. Eventually, you bring up you hand, or at least what’s left of it, trying to touch your face. All that’s left is a gooey stump, melting into more of the hot cum surrounding you.</p>
<p>Your limbs, drawn into the space around you, become more of the mirk, leaving you nothing but a torso. Your groin and rump, the next to join in the dripping pool.</p>
<p>More time goes by, and you find yourself unable to breathe properly, sinking into the dark vat of his balls. Your chest drizzling away into white spunk. Your face, growing numb, follows it into the growing lake. Then, true darkness and void take over as your body ceases to exist, leaving your consciousness floating free in the sea of what seems to be nothingness.</p>
<p>Somehow, you can feel yourself sloshing around, being thrown back and forth as Daddi Blaze thrusts himself into someone or something. Your entire existence heating itself up as you seem to grow. Once and again, you find yourself splashing up against the walls. And then, a rush of sensations flood your mind, stretched and pulled up and out.</p>
<p>Distorted light fills your vision as you find yourself outside of his balls again. Puddling within something. You realize what’s happened. You not only melted into his seed, but became his seed. His next orgasm, filling the condom-like Cubone slowly with your mass as the bird moans and pants above you. Blissfully unaware of you seeing everything he does.</p>
<p>You fill out the rubber dragon, combining with what he’s produced in his other orb and growing in size. You yourself begin to feel aroused, though with no way of finding relief for it. No physical form to take, much less a way to move.</p>
<p>Once full, the rubber Cubone seems to generate a new body, appearing on the bed next to its owner, while leaving you in its bloated corpse. Daddi takes a bit of tape to the forehead of the used condom and sticks on a picture he took of you at the club earlier, then picks up the inflated rubber container and carries you away. Several rooms of his small mansion pass by before he makes his way into one of them, and places you on a shelf.</p>
<p>Behind him, you see more condoms, each with their own contents and pictures pasted on them, all of the containers modeled after various Pokémon species. His other meals, put on display as trophies. Some still containing the preserved clothing or restraints they wore when he turned them into cream. You’re just the newest one.</p>
<p>Near the back of the room, he grabs the tail of the Cubone condom and puts the whole thing up on a shelf, folding it in half so its bloated cock piece is pushed right into its mouth, and making sure your picture is visible from the front. A lewd display for a lewd trophy.</p>
<p>The question is, will you remain his trophy, a puddle of cum in a used condom to admire? Or will you be able to return to normal?
Only time will tell…</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>A Swinging Gryph (NC-17)2019-01-07T00:00:00-06:002019-01-07T00:00:00-06:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2019-01-07:/a-swinging-gryph.html<p>The phoenix gryphon moaned desperately against his gag as his cock was teased. He didn’t know how his captor had gotten it on him, but the dwindling air within the thick latex hood he wore was slowly fading into nothingness, escaping into a one-way vacuum from underneath the rope …</p><p>The phoenix gryphon moaned desperately against his gag as his cock was teased. He didn’t know how his captor had gotten it on him, but the dwindling air within the thick latex hood he wore was slowly fading into nothingness, escaping into a one-way vacuum from underneath the rope around his neck. His wings and arms were bound to his body, and his feet locked together with a small metal encasement of some sort.</p>
<p>He heard nothing through the blackness that surrounded him, nor could he see. His aching shaft throbbed in the middle of the air. Then…</p>
<p>Clank!</p>
<p>The floor fell from underneath his feet as he swung in the air, the rope tightening around his throat. The weight caused him to move back and forth freely, and his body began to twitch as much as his cock, the latter spraying out seed like crazy as orgasm took hold.</p>
<p>Second after second, stream after stream of spunk, he wafted in the wind. His mind taken by both the void and blissful pleasure of his situation. His lungs ached, burning from lack of oxygen.</p>
<p>Then, after several minutes of being nothing more than a free-floating cum fountain, his body twitched a few more times, and the dark nothingness of death took over. He moved no more, his shaft going limp as what little remained of his bliss leaked onto the ground below. Left as a symbol of what happened, to remind him when he returned. </p>
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<p>As your senses return, something tells you things aren’t right, and the moment you look down, that’s more than confirmed. Your hands are two thick digits with a similar-sized thumb, and your feet turned to paws, both red as a sunset. The rest of your body that you can see is black, and all of it is shiny and smooth.</p>
<p>You get to your feet, and find a mirror is propped up nearby in the doorless box you’re trapped in. The image staring back isn’t you, but one of a humanoid fox. The small black void at the bottom of your vision turns out to be a vulpine snout, but you seem to have no eyes. Just a smooth black face with small red markings below where your eyes should be. Your arms are covered with red rubbery sleeves, each with a yin-yang on them, and the same symbol is on each of your thighs, as well as around the edge of your thick tail, near where the black once again turns to red.</p>
<p>Your mouth, nothing more than what looks like a silicone hole with a molded tongue along the bottom of it. Your chest, adorned with a pair of firm C-cups. And between your legs, a thick red knotted vulpine dildo, along with a pair of black baseball-sized orbs just below them. You neck adorned with a collar, your arms and legs each having cuffs on their upper and lower portions, along with your wrists and ankles, and one around the base of your scrotum. All of them the same red as your markings.</p>
<p>You’ve become some sort of Renamon. You look like one of those sex dolls they sell at novelty stores, but a Renamon regardless.</p>
<p>You try to speak, but nothing comes out. Nothing but a whimpering, lustful moan. Digitized, as if coming out of a speaker somewhere on you.</p>
<p>Panicking, you look for a zipper, or something to get you out of whatever you’re in. But there’s no zipper. No openings, outside of that silicone mouth, and as you soon discover, a silicone vagina and anus down below, both the same red color as your gaping fuckhole of a mouth.</p>
<p>Realizing there’s likely no escape in your current state, you sit back down.</p>
<p>Time passes, though you don’t know how long. It could be minutes. It could be hours. But eventually, a sliding door opens across the room, and what looks like a black humanoid gryphon begins walking toward you. They’re dressed in nothing but a golden skirt, with a pair of breasts about the size of your own laid bare on their chest, rings through the nipples. You can also see something poking against that skirt of theirs.</p>
<p>Without a word, they wrap a collar around your neck, and clip a leash to it, holding a button on the lead’s loop. Your body reacts almost instantly, standing at full attention as if something had taken control. No matter what you do, you can’t move yourself.</p>
<p>Another button pressed, and you begin walking along behind her, out into what looks like a bedroom. A large bed, laid out with shiny latex sheets and pillows. And as she brings you close, you can see something on the night stand next to one side of the bed.</p>
<p>A piece of paper. A receipt. “Renamon Toy. ¥185,200.”</p>
<p>You’ve been sold to the strange creature.</p>
<p>She has you climb up onto the bed with her, laying at her side. Her clawed talon begins to pet along your head, telling you you’re going to be a good toy as she pulls you close.</p>
<p>Just those words begin making your mind melt…</p>
<p>Good toy…</p>
<p>As she rubs along your body, her talons squeeze your breasts, sending a blissful shiver coursing through your very existence, especially as she plays with the prominent nipples on them. Her hands moving lower as they caress your belly, and down toward your shaft. A soft but snug grip against the silicone rod almost makes you want to cum then and there, just from the sensitivity.</p>
<p>But she isn’t finished. She gives that slit between your legs a firm testing, placing one talon after another inside. Stretching it painlessly, pleasurably. One talon. Two. Three. Four. Her whole hand comfortably enters the rubbery hole, up to her wrist. Then her forearm. Then her elbow. Your inner womb just as tender to the touch as the rest of your body.</p>
<p>The gryphoness pulls herself free, then slips her legs over your waist, straddling your groin as she leans over you. Calling you her toy. Her good toy. Mistress’s good toy.</p>
<p>Her beak meets your snout as she gives you a kiss, slipping her tongue into your fuckhole mouth. Lapping at the ribbed walls and molded tongue along the bottom. Just as sensitive as your other silicone parts. Your mind swimming in a sea of bliss from just what little she’s used you so far.</p>
<p>You still can’t move under your own power, even after she lets go of your leash. Your body limp, like a rag doll, but your new shaft pulsing. </p>
<p>She stops, leaning over to pick up a few items from a bag on the floor nearby. The entirety of her lower head slips into what looks like a wrap-around rubber muzzle, only for her to raise her head to proudly show off a black beak with a golden silicone mouth, much like your own. Her body rising up to allow a pair of black shorts to be pulled up to her waist, her skirt falling away to reveal a matching set of golden genitals that mimic those you bear. Stockings pulled up her legs and gloves pulled up her arms. A shirt that gives her breasts somewhat bigger than your own, but with the same rubber teats.</p>
<p>She finishes by pulling along the ridge of the muzzle, revealing a hood that goes over her head, sealing her ears into molded pieces and all seemingly melding together into a full body suit. Her eyes, nowhere to be seen. Just a smooth face with golden markings beneath where they should be.</p>
<p>A toy, just like you.</p>
<p>Even with nothing more than a static hole for a mouth, she still speaks to you. Rubbing along your head with mesmerizing squeaks of rubber on rubber. Telling you to be a good toy. To submit to your toy mistress. Her voice echoes in your head, almost hypnotically.</p>
<p>She pulls herself lower onto you as her words continue bouncing throughout your mind. Her mouth hole slips over your cock, making you give a digitized moan in response. Lubricating fluid drips from her beak, and she begins to bob her head up and down along your length, from tip to knot. Over and over, your senses making you shiver, even though your body remains unmoving.</p>
<p>Little by little, the pressure builds.</p>
<p>Up and down. The sound of slickened silicone being the only other thing in the room as she somehow lightly sucks on your cock with every pass.</p>
<p>Then, as you reach the edge before climax, she stops, pulling herself away from you. Your mind barely registers anything but the dull ache between your legs. Your mouth and vaginal holes drip with black lube, ready to be used by your new owner.</p>
<p>You hear her chuckle as she presses her beak against your snout. You simply groan, wishing you could beg Mistress for release. You’ve been a good toy, after all.</p>
<p>However, Mistress seems to have other plans. She soon strokes herself a few times, having already been pent up quite a bit from putting on her suit. Warm white cum sprays from the pointed tip, coating your chest and belly. Marking you as her plaything.</p>
<p>The gryphoness cleans herself off, then rises to her feet, before pushing her shaft down into its sheath to hide it, and putting her skirt on. She tells you to stay there, as if you had a choice, then puts on a golden chest wrap before leaving with one more kiss, telling you she’s heading off to work for the day. Still in her own suit</p>
<p>Leaving you there on her bed, coated in her seed and your own need unsated. Your mind in an ocean of bliss, and her words from before echoing in the void.</p>
<p>You’ll wait. You’ll be a good toy.</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>A Sweet Line Job (NC-17)2018-12-28T00:00:00-06:002018-12-28T00:00:00-06:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2018-12-28:/a-sweet-line-job.html<p>You came in after seeing the ads online. </p>
<p><em>Help Wanted: Buffet Dessert Line Opening</em></p>
<p>You didn’t even bother to look over the details, or read the application when you signed up. The twenty-two-an-hour starting price got your attention immediately. Who cared what it meant. Cooking could’t be too …</p><p>You came in after seeing the ads online. </p>
<p><em>Help Wanted: Buffet Dessert Line Opening</em></p>
<p>You didn’t even bother to look over the details, or read the application when you signed up. The twenty-two-an-hour starting price got your attention immediately. Who cared what it meant. Cooking could’t be too hard, right?</p>
<p>A receptionist at the front counter leads, you to a back room. A white room, with nothing more than a mirrored plastic surface, a plastic chair, and a small plastic table. And on that table is what looks like a rubbery costume. She tells you to put it on, and someone will come in to take you to the next part of your job.</p>
<p>Slightly confused, you walk over and pick up the outfit from the table. recognizing the look of the character almost immediately. A Lucario, pure and simple. The blue-black-and-white humanoid canine with a fighter’s physique, shorts-like fur around its hips, and a pointed snout like a jackal’s face. It doesn’t look too complicated, though the instructions on the table say you should get undressed before putting it on. Probably because it’d get too hot.</p>
<p>Striping down to your naked body, you pick up the latex outfit and open up the back. As you slide your feet into it, the seem to shift just a bit, allowing you to stand on your toes like an actual Lucario. Of course, you think nothing of it. It probably has some of those copper supports built in to keep you from getting tired or something.</p>
<p>Then your arms slide into the massive paws. Curiously, they don’t seem to feel awkward in any way. In fact, they feel quite comfortable, even without thumbs. It’s not until you pull the hood over your face and close up the zipper that things really get strange.</p>
<p>The moment the zip reaches the top, the tab seems to disappear out from between the thick digits you used to close it, and the room lights up a bit more. Almost like a power surge went through the lamps above you. But then you see yourself in the mirror.</p>
<p>There’s no rubber. You look like you have frosting for your fur, and candy discs for eyes. Your claws, and the spikes on your chest and paw-backs, shine like candy-coated pieces of something. And the smell of fresh blueberry muffins fills your nose. Even opening your mouth, you look like you have a marshmallow tongue, and your teeth are the same candy-coated somethings as your claws.</p>
<p>A pair of people in chef’s attire walk inside, and ask you to lie on the table. Attempting to ask a question only results in silence, which spooks you out. But, you do as they ask, and get up on the metal serving cart, laying against a cardboard slab that sits on top of it.</p>
<p>One of the chefs keeps your attention drawn skyward and away from the other guy. At least, until you feel some pressure inside of each of your legs. You can’t see what he’s doing, but you can’t move anything below your waist. Then your arms feel the same way. Immobilized completely.</p>
<p>When you feel something press against your stomach, you manage to get just a short glance down to see a spike made of hardened fondant pushed into your belly, piercing all the way through. There’s no pain, just the pressure of something gripping you hard from the inside.</p>
<p>You watch as he lifts the spike from your chest and puts another of the sugary fondant pieces right in its place, before putting the former back in its place. But its when he slides one into your mouth that your body begins wondering just what the <em>hell</em> happened to it. Of course, you can’t ask them anything, but this goes double as they close your maw tight, spreading a chocolate coating over top of it that swiftly hardens into a shell, almost acting like a muzzle.</p>
<p>Completely immobilized and unable to even cry out from confusion, the chefs wheel you out into the restaurant and pick up the slab of paper you’re pinned to, putting you onto what’s clearly a chilled buffet line.</p>
<p>That’s when a customer comes up to you, a cake server in one hand, and cake knife in the other. As they disappear just past your snout, you suddenly feel something pushing through your ankle, only for the feeling of your paw of a foot to disappear. When the old lady rises back up, you see your foot in her plate, the <em>flesh</em> beneath the frosting made of white cake with blueberries.</p>
<p>You’re the dessert.</p>
<p>One after another, hungry patrons stop by your helpless state, painlessly carving bits off of you at a time to enjoy. Whether they’re aware of what you are, you don’t know. But even you have to admit, you smell delicious. You’d do the same in their position.</p>
<p>Time passes, though you don’t know just how long. Your legs disappear completely, along with an arm and part of a paw. Sections are carved from your belly and chest, and one kid gets his mother to take your entire chocolate-coated snout away for him to enjoy, causing you to lose your sense of smell. The mother takes away your ears, deafening you. Yet, somehow, your panic disappears, and you actually begin to enjoy the strange situation you’re in.</p>
<p>By closing time, only parts of your head and a bit of your upper chest remain. A few of the employees get pieces of you, though you swear you see someone with bits of a Mewtwo as well. With only your eyes and a bit more left, the head chef puts your remains under a serving platter and moves you away into a refrigerator, obviously making room for a fresh cake for the next day as your vision goes into a void.</p>
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<p>Hours seem to pass in the darkness until you feel yourself awakening a little while later. You rub your eyes, only to find yourself in the white room again. You gaze into the mirror, finding yourself still a Lucario dessert. On the table, your pay for yesterday in the form of just over two hundred in cash, along with four more suits laid out—a Pikachu, a Mewtwo, a Blaziken, and a Reshiram—along with a stack of others in a golden case nearby. You also notice a sign-in sheet with <em>Dessert Line Employees</em> written at the top.</p>
<p>Looking down at yourself, then at the sheet, you almost wonder if you should get ready to work for the day. Try some on another suit.</p>
<p>Then you see the plate next to the paper. The candy discs and remaining pieces of what you once were the other day. Obviously, working there has some other perks as well. You just wonder what more there may be.</p>
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<p>After a few minutes of silence, the restraints push you upward into the air, holding you upright on heavy steel arms. The darkened room becomes even darker around you as a single light beams down from above, taking away any hint of there being something beyond the void. Nothing but the arms holding you, and the outline of several more coming from the ceiling and floor.</p>
<p>Two of the arms from below grip what look like a red-and-cream rubber outfit, though you can’t tell what it is just from the pile of shine that you can see.</p>
<p>Another pair of jointed limbs join them, opening up the suit as it’s dragged over your legs, the rubbery mass melting around your shackles as its pulled taught up to your waist. Toeless blobs of feet shine in place of your own, looking almost translucent in the light, though you see no sign of the limbs inside. Nor do you feel your toes. Just a solid mass where they once were.</p>
<p>The suit is worked up your body, slipping tight over your groin as it becomes smooth and slick, your backside soon following suit. A long lizard-like tail comes into your mind, moving and twitching with all of the feeling of such a limb. You look back to see it, and at the end, you notice an inflated bulb at the end, shaped and colored like a flame.</p>
<p>As the outfit is pulled higher and higher, you can feel your chest and shoulders become lighter. Your arms drop inside, and once pulled taut, your fingers seem to disappear as well, leaving behind nothing but a flipper-like thumbless mitten in its place, painted to look like three clawed digits exist where they don’t.</p>
<p>Soon, the hood of the suit is pulled over your head, and you gasp as the cool latex sends a shudder through your entire body. In your vision, everything gains a very faint semi-transparent shine, including your new short broad snout, which you can also see through. But you don’t feel a jaw of any sort. Just a hole at the tip where your mouth would be, along with one forming under your tail shortly after.</p>
<p>You can’t hear your heart beating in your head anymore. You can’t bring yourself to breathe. And yet, you don’t feel like you’re in any danger.</p>
<p>The arms open up and drop you to the ground with a very light squeak as you practically bounce off the hard stone surface like a balloon. The lights come on, and you can finally see the glass room you’ve been trapped inside of. A mirror gives you sight of what you’ve become: a humanoid Charmander of sorts. Painted eyes stare back, along with a few more features to make you look the part. No sign of your original body is seen through the translucent rubbery hide you possess, but one feature does catch your attention.</p>
<p>You mouth, and the hole beneath your tail, have thick rippled rims around the “lips” of the openings, leading into small depressions with tiny bulbs at the tips. You swear you’ve seen something similar elsewhere.</p>
<p>You don’t get long to explore what’s happened to you before someone enters the room through a sliding panel nearby. Another humanoid Pokémon, this one a cherry red Mightyena. The scruffy black-and-grey canine grins with his underbitten fangs showing, pushing you chest-first against the wall with his thick paw-like hands.</p>
<p>He tells you it’ll be okay, so long as you’re a good little condom for him. As he licks along your neck, you look down through your body, seeing the blurry silhouette of his thick red cock, standing at attention in the air just behind you.</p>
<p>Without so much as a chance to brace yourself, he plunges his rod deep into your tail hole, an extended and heavy squeak sounding as the opening stretches around his long member, tightening against it like a second skin. The bulb at the tip disappears, and he begins to slowly thrust into your rump, your tail tucked under one of his arms.</p>
<p>He growls happily, whispering into your ear to just relax, enjoy the feeling, and let him have his way. To just be a good condom for him, because the injection he gave himself has him quite pent up. Something that’s quite clear as literal deciliters of precum begin dripping from his shaft, visible through your body as it drops with heavy splatters into your feet and along your legs. You can feel that, too, the warm ooze teasing you from the inside.</p>
<p>He quickly begins to pick up speed, one arm wrapped around your chest while the other rubs along the smooth crotch between your legs. The sensation of just being touched there sends pleasuring chills throughout your body. You can’t make a single sound, but your entire form squeaks with every pump of his hips.</p>
<p>More and more, the pool of fluid begins to rise, one leg filled to its knee, the other to its ankle. He grunts and nibbles softly at your neck, his hand moving from your chest to your mouth as he pokes and prods at the sensitive opening. Much like your rump, it tightens against his finger, getting pulled out and pushed in over and over again. And as he pushes that finger deep into your maw, the ring unrolls into a tube of rubbery flesh that you can see.</p>
<p>A heavier growl and a harder push from the Mightyena signals his arousal is getting him close. He moves to pin you to the wall by your shoulders as his hips thrust even harder and faster, the flow of fluid growing with the speed. Both of your legs are almost filled, with one spilling over into the other.</p>
<p>His panting intensifies in your ear as he repeats over and over to be a good condom for him. And then, a piercing howl escapes his lips as his knot penetrates past the opening of your ass. Thick hot seed flows into your body from the shivering canine, quickly raising up past your groin and into your tail, forcing it to drop toward the ground as it fills from tip to base with his spunk.</p>
<p>More and more pours out into you, practically by the liter, and the warmth and pleasure from it sends your mind into a spiral.</p>
<p>Into your belly.</p>
<p>Into your chest.</p>
<p>He nuzzles against your neck and cheek, calling you a good condom over and over in his afterglow-addled slurring of words. One hand begins playing with your mouth opening again as the cum starts to enter your arms, filling them as well.</p>
<p>By the time the seed stops, you can barely see some of it in your vision, having raised up just past your snout. You body feels heavy, practically immobile.</p>
<p>He gives your mouth hole a kiss, slipping his tongue inside, before pulling his cock free from your rump, tying off the rubber tube as it comes out with the rod. Then, he picks you up and carries you off to a nearby chute, dropping your used body into a large rubbish bin.</p>
<p>After a while, your mind begins to drift, becoming tired and warmer with every passing moment. Darkness soon takes you, and you feel yourself drifting off into the void of sleep.</p>
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<p>You awaken, rising up and looking around the room. You’re in bed, and start to sigh with relief, thinking it was only a dream. Then you realize you can’t sigh. You can’t breathe. Looking down, you see yourself still as the Charmander condom creature, your useless hand mittens feeling along your snout and body to confirm what your eyes tell you.</p>
<p>On the nightstand to one side, you see a receipt for one “Self-replacing Charmander Condom”. On your other side, you see the Mightyena from before, his grin just as wide. He pulls you close, calling you a good condom as he nibbles at your neck, his morning wood rubbing against your belly. </p>
<p>Seems it wasn’t a dream after all.</p>
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<p>After putting her brand new cock-shaped gold statues down in her bathroom, she turned around to find a black case sitting at the foot of her bed, and the product number that was printed on it made her instantly squee: <em><span class="caps">CDSC</span>-<span class="caps">ALX</span> 008-104-C</em>. A small pile of other crates also laid next to it, but it was that one that she was exited about most.</p>
<p>Without so much as skipping a beat, she unlatched the attache case and opened it up, pulling out the translucent anthro Cubone suit with a grin as a book marked <em>“<span class="caps">CDSC</span>-<span class="caps">ALX</span> Condom Suit Instruction Manual”</em> fell to the floor beside it. The suit itself was made of a thin stretchy rubber, with a brown primary color and white underbelly, and a bondi blue <em>skull mask</em> face with painted blue eyes to complete the look. It had mitten hands and stocking-like toe-less feet, as well as openings under the tail and on the tip of the snout. It also had what looked like a cocksheath on its groin, though the tip was bulbous, almost inflated.</p>
<p>The phoenix gryph found the opening along the spine and opened it up, stepping into the suit’s feet with her paws and enjoying the squeaking of the rubber against her body. She got her still-stiff shaft into the sheath, before slipping her talons into the mitten hands, and her head into the attached hood.</p>
<p>Running her mitten along the seal, Gallows’ new raptor-like tail swayed behind her happily. She was practically as light as air, with no sign of her organic body inside of the translucent pseudo-inflated body she now bore. And she knew exactly where to go to give it a proper shakedown.</p>
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<p>It only took a few minutes of walking through her base of a home and going through it’s Frequency Gate system before she arrived at the Greenhouse Club on the world of Pokétara. It was crawling with kinksters of all sorts, mostly latex-bound ones. But she had her sights set on somewhere in particular.</p>
<p>The Cubone started making her way toward the back, only to bump into a rather bulky-looking Blaziken. Signaling it was her bad, she started around him, only for the muscular avian to grin and block her path. Christmas electronica music was blaring throughout the club so he pointed toward one of the bathroom stalls, giving her an inviting grin. Eagerly, she nodded, and she knew she was about to get exactly what she wanted.</p>
<p>As soon as they ducked inside and the door was closed, the avian pinned her chest-first against the wall over the toilet as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them, revealing orbs almost as big as bowling balls hiding behind the denim. He licked his beak, and wasted no time plowing his can-thick cock inside her rump. He was pent up, and horny beyond words.</p>
<p>One thrust after another, he gripped the Cubone’s hips in his talons as her rubbery body tightened around his shaft, giving him more than enough friction to feel it with every pump of his crotch. Pre began leaking out, splattering into the living condom’s feet as it poured into her, replacing the air within her body.</p>
<p><em>Squeak</em><br>
<em>Squeak</em></p>
<p>He took out a marker from his pocket with his free talon, and in the mirror, she could see him writing phrases like cum dump and cocksleeve and Fill me! on her ass, before pulling her head up and kissing her mouth hole, slipping his tongue into the tight confines of the opening, letting her suck on the long appendage needfully.</p>
<p><em>Squeak</em><br>
<em>Squeak</em></p>
<p>The Blaziken cooed and moaned as his sensitive member was massaged and rubbed, in and out of the rubbery dragon ass. More and more of his balls drained into the Cubone, enough to bring the filling up to her ankles.</p>
<p>He gripped her stiffened inflatable shaft and began tugging at it, stretching and flattening the latex surface to tease her. But she wasn’t about to get any sort of relief, as he quickly tied off the appendage and painlessly cut it off using one of his claws. With a sly smirk, he slipped the rubber condom sleeve over his tongue and began kissing her with it, as if taunting her with what she’d just lost.</p>
<p>That only served to make her more horny, wishing she could beg him to just keep going all night.</p>
<p><em>Squeak…</em><br>
<em>Squeak…</em><br>
<em>Glug…</em></p>
<p>His leaking cock had managed to make a pool inside of her, filling her up to her thighs. He shuddered as he gripped her head in one hand to keep her maw attached to his, the other wrapped around her chest and squeezing on one of the mounds that made up her breasts.</p>
<p><em>Glug…</em><br>
<em>Splort…</em></p>
<p>He soon entered a state of pseudo-orgasm, feeling the buzz as he let out all of his cum slowly into her body. The clear fluid became more opaque and white, and her midsection was beginning to balloon, tail included.</p>
<p>She mentally moaned out at the feeling of warmth building within her, pushing back against his beak as he practically fucked her maw with his tongue.</p>
<p>Before his seed raised too high, he tied off her arms, and much like the shaft, sliced each one off, putting one of them on like a glove as he relentlessly continued pounding the helpless Cubone. Rubbing along her neck and sides, letting the squeaking of latex on latex to fill the air around her.</p>
<p><em>Splurt…</em><br>
<em>Glug…</em></p>
<p>Her chest began to pop out, and her breasts grew bigger as they filled with Blaziken spunk. The bird made sure to squeeze them teasingly as he massaged her form.</p>
<p>Eventually the cum poured into her head, and the feeling of his kiss became much more intense. He’d stopped cumming, but he wasn’t done with her at all. He continued his groping and tongue-fucking, both hands gloved as one squeezed her useless balls, the other feeling around her chest and rump.</p>
<p>Once he was satisfied, the Blaziken pulled himself free, but not before tossing the ruined living condom into the nearby trash can like a proper used rubber. Once she was secure, she watched as he taped a few pictures of people to her.</p>
<p>No wonder he was so pent up. Disposing of three bodies digested into cum would leave anyone with blue balls. She couldn’t help but mentally grin. Getting used to capacity and tossed away like trash ended up being rather cathartic to her, but being used to store what became of someone’s cock meal just made it even more incredible. Her vision began to fade, and darkness soon took her.</p>
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<p>A while later, the Cubone awakened in the same bathroom, still in suit. She raised to see her previous body still in the trash bin, lifeless and bloated with the photos stuck to its surface, the words “cum dump” written on her face, and a few pieces of jewelry and a collar visible within the vat of seed. It was erotic on its own, knowing everything that had occurred. Enough to make her air-filled cock stand even more at attention.</p>
<p>However, before she could take a step, the Blaziken from before shoved her against the wall with one gloved hand, a grin across his beak. He offers her some money, but she shakes her head, surprising him. </p>
<p>The Cubone noticed he still seemed quite pent up though. She droped to her knees and took the tender spire into her mouth opening, letting the tight walls of her snout opening milk and coax more cum out of his balls. One of her mitten hands massaged the pair of half-meter round orbs that dangled between his legs, while the other gripped his rump, keeping her stable.</p>
<p>Giving a soft moan, the bird put one of his hands on the back of her head and began giving soft thrusts into the rubbery opening she was sucking him off with. He’d already started forming a puddle within the dragoness, panting and groaning as she gave him some further relief from his gluttonous night.</p>
<p>He didn’t have too much left. Just enough to get up to her thighs with the thickest of his seed. But when he was finally finished, he kept her pressed against his messy crotch and pulled out the marker again, writing the same sort of derogatory messages across her translucent head and body: “Cum dump” and an arrow pointing to her snout hole on the side of her face; “Spunk bank” on her chest; “cock slut” across her head.</p>
<p>When he let her up, he continued his tattooing. “Grope whore”, “Fill me”, “Dispose properly when finished”, “Spread Me”, tally marks for the number of liters she’d taken so far, “Daddy Blaze’s Donation Bucket”. By the time the Blaziken was done, the Cubone was feeling incredibly aroused, and had she not been a living condom, she’d probably need one to deal with the ache she’d feel.</p>
<p>Looking back, he noticed the disposed body and saw the collar of one of his meals from earlier. A simple poke with a talon causes the cum balloon to burst, allowing him to fetch the spunk-soaked ring of leather from the mess. He doesn’t even bother cleaning it off, wrapping it around her neck and attaching a leash to it, before tugging on it a bit to lead her out.</p>
<p>She didn’t fight it. In fact, she’d used the suit to save the graffiti as a default state. She was about to be his reusable rubber cum dump, at least for the night. Depending on how he was otherwise, she was debating letting him keep her in the spare body. After all, who better to fill a condom than someone with junk as big as his?</p>
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<p>If you liked this story, please feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:codebalion@outlook.com">email</a> with your comments. And if you really like my work, you can leave me a tip on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/teradyne">Ko-fi</a>.</p>Fan Service (NC-17)2018-09-27T00:00:00-05:002018-09-27T00:00:00-05:00TeraDyne Ezeritag:library.prismdragon.net,2018-09-27:/fan-service.html<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code><span class="nv">Gig</span> <span class="nv">Opening</span> – <span class="nv">One</span><span class="o">-</span><span class="nv">off</span> <span class="nv">Gig</span>
<span class="nv">Time</span> <span class="nv">Since</span> <span class="nv">Posted</span>: <span class="mi">0</span><span class="nv">m</span> <span class="mi">0</span><span class="nv">d</span> <span class="mi">10</span><span class="nv">h</span> <span class="mi">12</span><span class="nv">m</span>
<span class="nv">Time</span> <span class="nv">Remaining</span>: ?<span class="nv">m</span> ?<span class="nv">d</span> ?<span class="nv">h</span> ?<span class="nv">m</span>
<span class="nv">Location</span>: <span class="nv">Bridgestar</span> <span class="nv">Store</span> <span class="mi">1312</span>, <span class="nv">Corelight</span> <span class="nv">Glade</span>, <span class="nv">Zanshi</span>
<span class="nv">Contact</span>: <span class="nv">Zire</span> <span class="nv">Grethor</span>, <span class="nv">Sales</span> <span class="nv">Manager</span>
<span class="nv">Requirements</span>: <span class="nv">BXS</span><span class="o">-</span><span class="mi">0122</span> <span class="nv">Training</span>
<span class="nv">Attachments</span>: <span class="nv">Suit</span><span class="o">-</span><span class="mi">1211372</span>.<span class="nv">xar</span>
<span class="nv">Description</span>: <span class="nv">Looking</span> <span class="k">for</span> <span class="nv">someone</span> <span class="nv">with</span> <span class="nv">a</span> <span class="nv">BXS</span><span class="o">-</span><span class="mi">0122 …</span></code></pre></div><div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code><span class="nv">Gig</span> <span class="nv">Opening</span> – <span class="nv">One</span><span class="o">-</span><span class="nv">off</span> <span class="nv">Gig</span>
<span class="nv">Time</span> <span class="nv">Since</span> <span class="nv">Posted</span>: <span class="mi">0</span><span class="nv">m</span> <span class="mi">0</span><span class="nv">d</span> <span class="mi">10</span><span class="nv">h</span> <span class="mi">12</span><span class="nv">m</span>
<span class="nv">Time</span> <span class="nv">Remaining</span>: ?<span class="nv">m</span> ?<span class="nv">d</span> ?<span class="nv">h</span> ?<span class="nv">m</span>
<span class="nv">Location</span>: <span class="nv">Bridgestar</span> <span class="nv">Store</span> <span class="mi">1312</span>, <span class="nv">Corelight</span> <span class="nv">Glade</span>, <span class="nv">Zanshi</span>
<span class="nv">Contact</span>: <span class="nv">Zire</span> <span class="nv">Grethor</span>, <span class="nv">Sales</span> <span class="nv">Manager</span>
<span class="nv">Requirements</span>: <span class="nv">BXS</span><span class="o">-</span><span class="mi">0122</span> <span class="nv">Training</span>
<span class="nv">Attachments</span>: <span class="nv">Suit</span><span class="o">-</span><span class="mi">1211372</span>.<span class="nv">xar</span>
<span class="nv">Description</span>: <span class="nv">Looking</span> <span class="k">for</span> <span class="nv">someone</span> <span class="nv">with</span> <span class="nv">a</span> <span class="nv">BXS</span><span class="o">-</span><span class="mi">0122</span> <span class="nv">modeled</span> <span class="nv">after</span> <span class="nv">the</span>
<span class="nv">character</span> <span class="nv">in</span> <span class="nv">the</span> <span class="nv">attached</span> <span class="nv">picture</span>. <span class="nv">Contact</span> <span class="nv">Zire</span> <span class="nv">Grethor</span>
<span class="nv">personally</span> <span class="k">for</span> <span class="nv">more</span> <span class="nv">details</span>.
</code></pre></div>
<div class="highlight"><pre><span></span><code><span class="o"><<<</span> <span class="nv">Uh</span>… <span class="nv">Zire</span>? <span class="nv">Mind</span> <span class="nv">sending</span> <span class="nv">me</span> <span class="nv">info</span> <span class="nv">on</span> <span class="nv">the</span> <span class="nv">listing</span> <span class="nv">you</span> <span class="nv">posted</span>? <span class="nv">I</span> <span class="nv">have</span> <span class="nv">the</span> <span class="nv">suit</span> <span class="nv">requested</span>, <span class="nv">but</span> <span class="nv">what</span>’<span class="nv">s</span> <span class="nv">the</span> <span class="nv">gig</span> <span class="nv">about</span>?
<span class="o">>>></span> <span class="nv">Oh</span><span class="o">!</span> <span class="nv">Uh</span>… <span class="k">Call</span> <span class="nl">me</span>? <span class="nv">It</span>’<span class="nv">s</span> <span class="nv">best</span> <span class="k">if</span> <span class="nv">I</span> <span class="nv">just</span> <span class="nv">explain</span> <span class="nv">over</span> <span class="nv">a</span> <span class="nv">voice</span> <span class="nv">call</span>.
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<p>Several hours later, a squeaky knock tapped away at the door of a house in downtown Corelight Glade, leaving its lone vulpine occupant rather confused. He jumped off his couch and onto his feet, quickly pausing the video he’d been watching and turning off the <span class="caps">TV</span> before walking to his front door.</p>
<p>Once the white fox reached it, he peered through the eyehole, and what he found on the other side made his cheeks go bright red. His paw-like hand quickly turned down the handle and opened the door, coming face to face with what he could only describe as a dream.</p>
<p>A pastel blue toon-like equine, made of vinyl and plastic, stood in front of him, smiling from ear to ear. Although clearly having rounded hoof-like forelegs in place of hands, she was very much humanoid, standing on her hind legs with ease. On her hips was a marking: a cloud with a lightning bolt-shaped rainbow jutting from the bottom. It was one the fox knew all too well.</p>
<p>“Kenny Grethor?” Rainbow Dash asked, her slightly shrill voice sounding identical to that of the original. The fox quickly nodded. “I hear you’re a bit of a fan of mine.”</p>
<p>“Uh… Yeah!” Ken replied moving out of the way. “P-p-please! Come in!”</p>
<p>The toy equine walked inside the modest apartment, noticing there was a lot of merchandise of her and her friends. But it was mostly of herself, in and out of her Wonderbolts uniform. Quite a bit seemed to be custom made as well, including plush toys and posters, and even several statues. And as she followed him into the living room, she noticed a fuzzy Rainbow Dash costume hanging up in a closet, just barely visible through the door.</p>
<p>“Oh wow! There’s a Rainbow Dash Fan Club here, too? Scootaloo’s branching out.”</p>
<p>Ken looked around before realizing what the equine was saying. “Oh… Oh! No, this is…all…mine…” His voice trailed off as the red of his cheeks became much brighter. Even a toy Rainbow Dash praising him while in character made him feel like he was soaring high.</p>
<p>“All yours huh?” She replied with a smirk. “Well, you can’t get more awesome than me to put up on the walls!”</p>
<p>“Y-y-yeah!”</p>
<p>The flustered fox was eyeing the smooth curves of the pooltoy horse, with her seams and hip handles and painted-on eyes. In his mind, she might as well have been the real deal, given how much he idolized her.</p>
<p>“Of course… I also heard other things about you. Things you’ve got of me.”</p>
<p>Ken’s eyes went wide as she bore down on him, practically pinning the poor vulpine against the wall of his own home. Her wide smile turned into a devious grin, almost seductively so. Then, she pressed her lips against his for a deep and sultry kiss.</p>
<p>Immediately, the fox’s libido shot through the roof, as did the heat emanating from his face. He closed his eyes, and his hands moved of their own accord, gripping <span class="caps">RD</span>’s sides lovingly. It was like he was in his bed, with the custom doll he’d ordered soon after he’d discovered the show. Only this time, the doll was taking a bit of the command.</p>
<p>But what he wasn’t noticing was that his face was slowly changing. The slender vulpine muzzle was turning broad and puffy, reds and blacks becoming the same azure blue of the equine they were pressing against. Flesh and fur became squeaky vinyl, shining under the lights of his home.</p>
<p>As the changes spread, more and more of his face and head began to match that of Rainbow Dash. Pointed ears became equine, and his yellow eyes soon changed into the deep ruby red irises of his idol, painted on while still mobile somehow.</p>
<p>His paws filled out into clumsy hooves, with his legs becoming rounder and more doll-like. His hair, black as night, turned into long rainbow strands along with his tail. His body, plumping up from its lanky nature to match that of the candy-colored horse in front of him. A valve appeared on his belly, and handles on his shoulders next to his new puffy wings, as well as an extra pair on his hips. This tore away the underwear he’d had on, revealing a long equine shaft and balls, equally as inflated as his new self. </p>
<p>And when it was all done, the cutie mark appeared on his hips near the plastic handles: a white cloud with a rainbow lightning bolt. The mark of Rainbow Dash herself.</p>
<p><span class="caps">RD</span> pulled herself back, a smirk across her face as she looked over the dazed former fox to admire her handiwork. “Mmm… How’d you like that kiss?”</p>
<p>It took a bit for poor Kenny to regain his senses, and when he did, he couldn’t help but stare at his own shiny body in awe. He felt almost weightless with the air filling him. The chambered walls of his limbs and head were like a slightly tense muscle, but not painful. Just stiff. And the stiff inflatable shaft between his legs wasn’t helping him hide is real feelings about the situation.</p>
<p>“Ground control to Color Streak!” She said, waving a hoof across his face. Calling him by his character’s name definitely got his attention, in more ways than one. “I said, how’d you like that kiss?”</p>
<p>The blushing toy stallion let out a meek squeak as he pulled her back toward himself to get to kissing again. They were both light enough that he could drag the mare to his bedroom with as little effort as possible. He had plans, if she was willing. And willing, she was.</p>
<hr>
<p>Fourteen hours, three erotic <span class="caps">CGI</span> animations, and six tanks of helium later, Rainbow Dash left the stallion’s apartment with her legs bowed just a bit. And as she walked, the zipper along her back came down, allowing Gallows out of the suit with a sigh of relief. As much as she loved those types of jobs, they were always the most exhausting in the end.</p>
<p>The red phoenix gryphon grabbed her phone from her exposed arm, the lower portion of the suit still worn and active as she passed by several more apartment complexes along the street. She dialed Zire’s number, a smile across her beak as it rang.</p>
<p>“Hey Zire? It’s Gallows. Yeah… Color Streak’s fine. Yeah, I set it to indefinite like you asked. No, I didn’t tell him, but I did make sure he had a happy birthday. … No, Zire. I’m probably not gonna walk normal for a few days as it is. … Hmm? Sixty thousand bits? Well, when you put it that way… I’ll drop off the suit in about two hours, once I get back to base. Buh-bye.”</p>
<p>In the back of her mind, she was rather happy to hand over the reins to the newly-minted inflatable pegasus’s brother, even if he was going to be playing Rainbow Dash for quite a while. However, part of her had a few other ideas. Ideas that played out in rather spectacular fashion in her head.</p>
<p>Looking at her phone, she quickly dialed it again.</p>
<p>“Hey Zire? Got— …Gallus!? That… Oh, alright! I’ll be there in a little while. But I’m charging a cleaning fee if that’s gonna be the case.”</p>
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<p>Gallows quickly ran into the second room of her small design lab, opening what looked like a microwave. Her talons grasped a pair of spray-paint-sized plastic bottles, pulling them out of the compartment and looking them over.</p>
<p>One had the shape of a lion imprinted in the translucent container …</p><p><em>Ding!</em></p>
<p>Gallows quickly ran into the second room of her small design lab, opening what looked like a microwave. Her talons grasped a pair of spray-paint-sized plastic bottles, pulling them out of the compartment and looking them over.</p>
<p>One had the shape of a lion imprinted in the translucent container, and a golden brown filling of some sort. The other had bird imprint, and a red filling. They weren’t like the shaped bottles she was hoping for, but they would do for testing purposes. It was the liquid inside them that mattered.</p>
<p>With a grin, she took the bottles to the injection molder she’d made on the other side of the lab, put both bottles top-side down into the material ports, and tapped a few buttons on a nearby computer to start the process. The phoenix gryphon’s anticipation turned the air heavy as she watched her machine work its magic. </p>
<p>The red liquid of the phoenix-themed container flowed into the top half, while the brown liquid of the lion-themed container was pulled into the lower half, but she couldn’t see how well that was going thanks to the heavy lead container that surrounded the actual mold. As the mold was heated, she felt like it might be a success, but only time would tell.</p>
<p>A few moments later, the sound of water sizzling from the case caught her attention as the quenching systems activated. And then the lead container opened, followed by the heavy mold. And inside, shiny pieces of what looked to be a costume of sorts. Almost plastic from the look of them.</p>
<p>Gallows’s attempt to lift them out was laborious, and when they hit the trolley she’d placed next to the device, a rubberized metal squeak issued from them.</p>
<p>“Yes!” She shouted triumphantly, practically dancing in place. “Finally! Latisteel’s effects without the damned nocturnium! Oh, you’re gonna be fun, little Kaibanium project!”</p>
<p>She slowly got each piece out of the machine, putting them onto the hand truck before moving the whole set to her assembly area. Once there, she pulled out a black latex undersuit and put it on, slightly blushing from the squeaks it made against her fur and feathers.</p>
<p>Then came the parts of the main suit. A pair of locking folds for her hind legs pushed her down against the floor briefly, as a tire was placed between them. From beneath her lion tail, she strapped on what looked like a form of tailpipe and hip armor, with a seat placed against her back, and a screw-on cargo container slipping over the tail itself. And over where her paws would normally be, a tire guard was screwed in to keep everything together.</p>
<p>Across her chest and back, she squeezed into a set of pieces that made up an engine, connecting them to the back wheel simply by scrunching herself up a bit and twisting the connectors into place. Once she did, she was balancing on that back wheel to keep herself upright, which was helped by the width of the tire she was perched on.</p>
<p>Her wings fit into a pair of compartments attached on her sides, while her shoulders and upper arms were wrapped in jointed metal pipes with spring shocks.</p>
<p>Then came the head piece. As she slipped her cranium inside, the crystal of the visor seemed to give her a clearer view of the space around her. She opened her beak, and a mouthpiece slipped inside, allowing her to close the piece with the click of a clasp along the back of her skull. Her ears had pushed into the side view mirrors, which also housed holes for her to hear through, at least at first glance. Once she slipped her talons into the front wheel, and turned the connectors for the upper arm bars and shocks, the suit’s magic began to take effect. </p>
<p>Gone were the sensations of having limbs, replaced by those for the bike’s front and rear tires and suspension, with gold and brown metals respectively.</p>
<p>Gone were the sensations of her wings, replaced by the large batteries for the red electric motor, her wings painted onto the Kaibanium casing.</p>
<p>Gone were the sensations of her lungs and heart, replaced by the humming motor on her chest, the cooling system running through her from front to back, the foot starter on her side, the chain that ran through where her groin once was, and her new red chassis.</p>
<p>Gone was the feeling of a head and all that came with, replaced by the vision from her massive crystal headlight visor, digital mirrors, a digital instrument cluster that was mirrored in her sight, and golden handle bars that stretched from the top of her skull. All within the red panels of what would normally be her head. Only the ear-shaped mirrors and beak-shaped opening at the front hinted at the creature beneath.</p>
<p>As she steadied herself, she realized that she’d become a living motorbike. The exact result she was hoping for.</p>
<p>“Fucking yeah! Been waiting so damn long for this.” She said, her voice sounding rather digitized through the open hole where her beak would normally be. “Alright, Fira. Time for me to show off a bit.”</p>
<p>Once the gryphonbike had her bearings, she tried moving forward. Just thinking of accelerating caused her to begin moving forward, the tires slowly turning on the textured metal floor of her lab. But as she began gaining speed, she had to stop.</p>
<p>“N…Nghhh… Seriously?” The felavian exclaimed as she stifled a moan. “The drive chain guide? That’s what my cock became? It’s like sounding beads…”</p>
<p>Inching forward, she couldn’t help but grunt from the metal loop’s path, but as long as she didn’t think about it, it was at least tolerable.</p>
<hr>
<p>Eventually, Gallows managed to make it into the deeper part of the base she called home, where she could stay alone when needed. It took some practice to keep her balance, but she figured out how easy it was once she used her wider tires to keep from tipping over. Having to constantly knock herself back upright with her kickstands was embarrassing, even with no one watching.</p>
<p>“Mmm… Well, that was satisfying.” The bike said to herself as the front tire began to split in half. One side turned backward a bit, allowing it to unlock and split into a pair of three-digit talon-like hands. Her neck unlatched as well, and she brought herself upright, balancing on her real wheel as she moved into her secondary bedroom. She was able to look forward like a biped again, even with all of the changes the suit had provided.</p>
<p>Down below, the chain retracted into its guide at her groin, where it disappeared completely from view. Her cock was back to its usual state, although quite metallic and black. As she folded the handlebars down against the back of her head, the sight of it gave her a few ideas.</p>
<p>With a tread-palmed hand, she grabbed one of the dildos from her nightstand and pressed it into the tailpipe behind her. The sheer shock of what met her senses almost made her flip onto the bed. The pipe was sensitive, and felt like she was taking the toy anally.</p>
<p>“H-h-holy…! This is even better than the specs I came up with!”</p>
<p>Her mouth still wasn’t mobile, so she decided to give that a small test as well. The knotted rubber dildo quickly slipped into the molded beak’s air scoop, and while it wasn’t sensitive, she realized she could still give the object a blowjob with the air circulation system. But that raised even more questions. Questions she couldn’t wait to try and answer.</p>
<p>Deciding not to risk falling over, the gryphonbike sat down on the edge of her king-sized platform bed. Then, she began rubbing her metal cock with one hand, rather enjoying the soft squeaking of rubber on Kaibanium, given the latter’s latex-like qualities.</p>
<p>“N…Ngh… Gods… Who’d’ve thought I’d be…getting myself off…as a motorcycle?”</p>
<p>Slowly, she began to stroke herself faster, pushing her gryphon dildo into her tailpipe with the other hand in rhythm. Her rear wheel even started to turn, forward and backward, as the two hands worked her private parts.</p>
<p>Before long, a slick substance leaked from the tip of the mechanoid’s shaft. Slightly sticky, but it wasn’t mechanical lube. It was synthetic prelube. The same that she often used for her other synthetic forms.</p>
<p>And shortly after, she arched her back with several crackles of moving parts, and let out a digitized moan of pure bliss. White cumlube sprayed out onto the metal floor beneath her, some of it soaking her tire and shocks in the process, while her engine hummed at high speed from the rush of ecstasy. Thick, white fluid, just as she often had used for other forms.</p>
<p>Curious, the beast-bike used a talon to bring some of it up to her maw-scoop, and put it inside the opening. She could taste it. The slick salty mixture of chemicals that made up the low-viscosity fluid, dripping down through the cooling vent and…into something. Something that flashed up on her heads-up display.</p>
<p>“Biofuel generator?! Seriously? I really wasn’t expecting that… Makes me wonder how I can cram someone down in there.” The thought of turning a couple of fellow gryphons she knew into fuel for recharging her batteries was a nice turn-on. “Hmm… Wonder if that counts while I’m in full bike form… Wouldn’t mind giving someone a blowjob while I’m chocked down on a showroom floor or something.”</p>
<p>After getting herself re-oriented, the gryphonbike brought her hands together, prompting them to become their wheel forms again. The two halves locked themselves back into place, while the chain returned to its own spot to drive that front wheel from the engine. And as soon as she began moving, the feeling of that chain began to pick at the back of her mind, like an quivering itch that kept nagging her.</p>
<hr>
<p>By the time she returned to her lab, she was breathlessly panting from the constant movement through her groin. The pleasurable feeling had been driving her mad with lust since she left the lower level, but she didn’t exactly have an outlet with that length of metal links keeping her cock occupied.</p>
<p>“N…n…nnnngh! Gods dammit!” She cried out as she pulled inside the door and closed it with a handlebar. “I can barely focus, but I can’t complain because it’s hot as hell… Fucking buttons…”</p>
<p>After a few moments, the gryphon turned her front end just a bit to disconnect the lower half around her arms and hands, disabling the suit’s transformative power and allowing her to get out of the heavy metal shell around her. It took a few minutes to peel off each piece, but once it was done, she put everything into one of the large attache cases, and flopped back in her chair to recompose herself.</p>
<p><em>Ding!</em></p>
<p>With a deep sigh, she got back up and opened the microwave-like device on the wall, pulling two more bottles from it. One held a deep red batch of Kaibanium with a striped canine molded into the plastic container, while the other had a brighter silver material with what looked like a broad-winged draconic avian in the casing.</p>
<p>A smile grew on the felavian’s freed face. “These look like fun…”</p>
<p>The injection mold and lead case for it had been reset by the computer while she was off testing her suit, so she shook each of the two bottles and placed them upside down into their proper ports.</p>
<hr>
<p>Several hours later, Gallows finished pulling her sixth suit out of the mold and taking it to one of the spare warehouse rooms in the base. She’d made a biofuel variant of her main suit for the second run, as well as a few other species, and they were all going into the new garage bay once it was ready. She was wearing the biofuel model as she worked, finding the use of her mechanoid body to be better suited for moving the heavy crates. </p>
<p>However, when the gryphonbike returned to the lab, she found her mate Sildrae pulling new suit pieces from the mold system. The injectors had the Raidramon and Scyther bottles in them, and the effect was anything but expected for the felavian as she watched him put on the parts.</p>
<p>The metal dragon slipped his legs into the rear clasps, folding them over the axel and latching the casing to lock them together. It was then that Gallows noticed the tires were actually two split tires paired up on the axel, rather than the solid tire she used. It made for a more pronounced effect with the green of the Scyther portion. Even more so when the abdomen and lower body were connected, his tail being stuffed into the bulbous piece, and his hips fitted into wide containers on his sides, all modeled after the insect.</p>
<p>As he balanced on his back wheel, Sildrae pulled the middle section, where black and green steel met around the chest engine, wing-like fuel tanks slung over his sides. And much like Gallows, he put the black upper arm casings and shocks up to his shoulders, but stopped before going any further there.</p>
<p>Instead, he pulled up the heavy headpiece, complete with mask-like markings of a Raidramon, and the lightning bolt horn as an ornament of the face. While it had the wide visor for the headlight eyes, and ears that doubled as mirrors, the handlebars swept back in a more horn-like shape, and the molded air scoop mouth was replaced with with a hinged moving jaw. There was another helmet in the mold that was more like Gallows’s head, but it wasn’t being used.</p>
<p>The moment Sildrae slipped his hands into the axel struts and gripped the double tires on the front, he twisted his body to connect all of the connectors, causing the transformative changes to take hold. His front tire hit the ground as his normal body disappeared, replaced by that of the hybrid biofuel roadster.</p>
<p>Gallows couldn’t help but watch with interest. He’d be the first besides herself to try out the suit system, and his seemed a little more custom than her own.</p>
<p>Sure enough, the two front tires turned against each other, allowing them to split like her own single tire did. And when the chain retracted as he brought himself upright, the gryphonbike could see quite the difference around the chain guard. Rather than the cock-shaped piece she had, his was more nozzle-like, with ridges along the widening length that made it look stepped.</p>
<p>“Liking what you see?” He asked, his semi-deep voice coming through just as digital as her own. And as he spoke, his opened and closed, and she could see what looked like a tongue locked against the bottom jaw.</p>
<p>Gallows crossed her arms, chuckling. “Did I leave my laptop out again?”</p>
<p>“Mayyyybe. More that I walked in when you left, and started poking around. You just didn’t notice me.”</p>
<p>After a few moments, the Raithermon’s rear wheel split as well, forming into a pair of feet. In fact, they had the perfect shape for Scyther feet, complete with rubber claws for toes, and the treads making up the soles of each foot. This caused Gallows to become rather flustered. Had she still been organic, she have been blushing rather brightly, but instead, her engine revved just a bit in response.</p>
<p>“Nice touch.” She told him, looking closely at the detailing he’d put through the system. “I’ll stick to my tire for now, but I wouldn’t mind getting an upgrade for my suits.”</p>
<p>“Hah! Well, why don’t I show you part of what I’ve been working on?”</p>
<p>“Alright.”</p>
<hr>
<p>The two traveled down a couple of levels in the base, and Sildrae opened up the new section he’d been digging through for the last several days. A machine shop awaited on the other side of the double doors, complete with a couple of vehicle bays, and a couple of larger areas for massive machines to be worked on. Brand new tools lined the walls and workbenches, and shelves of parts were in a warehouse area on the other side, waiting to be used.</p>
<p>“Wow… You have been busy. Planning on building a starship or something?”</p>
<p>“Mayyyybe.”</p>
<p>Gallows couldn’t help but chuckle as she wheeled around to look at him. “Maybe? Well, what you do is your business.”</p>
<p>“Even if that means I’m working on you?”</p>
<p>The question caused the gryphonbike to freeze in her tracks, despite her engine revving a bit again. It was quite clear he was pushing a few buttons. “Um…I…I guess?”</p>
<p>“Hah!” Sildrae poked her chest, moving her back a bit by accident. “You’ll just be blushing up a storm and turn into a leaky crotch rocket if I do anything.”</p>
<p>“Oy!”</p>
<p>“Actually… Come over here a sec. I wanna try something.”</p>
<p>The hybrid lead his gryphon mate over to one of the maintenance areas, having her roll into the middle area. With a chuckle, he pulled down a pair of hoisting rods, then got one of his motorcycle chocks. He quickly grabbed her sides, lifting the humanoid bike off the ground and placing her into the locking catch, with one of his feet kicking the latch closed between the spokes of her wheel.</p>
<p>It wasn’t until Sildrae walked over to his bench and grabbed an impact wrench that she really began to feel somewhat horny. With nowhere to go, she could only watch as the Raithermon grabbed one of her arms and removed the bolt holding the front fork to her chassis. Then the other, the loud torquing chunk of tool pulling the connecter from its threaded recess.</p>
<p>When both pieces were pulled away, Gallows noticed she no longer felt as if she had arms. There was nothing beyond the shoulders, and while it wasn’t abnormal for the modular creature, it did make her feel quite helpless. A feeling that, as her mate knew, was turning her kinky side on quite a bit.</p>
<p>Using the bolts, he attached her to the hoisting rods, lining up holes with the additional slots on her body and getting all six into the lifting mechanism. A foot pedal nearby allowed Sildrae to pull her off the ground, and without a word, the second bike began to remove the poor gryphon’s lower portion. The shocks were first, followed by the swingarms that held the tire and axle, which were made from her legs. The fender came off soon after, along with the tail storage that was attached to it.</p>
<p>Gallows began to whimper, though mostly from trying to control herself. her cock was dripping with synthetic fluids, a small puddle already forming on the ground beneath her. She had no limbs, no way to really move outside of her head. And it just made her more lustful as a result.</p>
<p>Sildrae knew he was pushing all the right buttons.</p>
<p>“Oh dear… We can’t have this.” He said, looking down at the metallic cock of a chain guard.</p>
<p>With a chuckle, he reached down and unscrewed the piece, the treads of his palms gently massaging the surface as he twisted it along its track. Once it popped off, she gasped, her entire body shaking from the intense feeling of losing even that part of herself.</p>
<p>The monsterbike plopped it down onto his workbench, then reached into one of his hip storage units, where he pulled out one more akin to his own shaft. Tapered, but with ridges that stepped it wider and wider along the length of the metal, and colored a dark black. A few twists was all he needed to put the part on her, and as soon as he rubbed the sensitive steel, the bike shuddered and tried to buck forward, only to find no give from the hoist. All that resulted was her cock letting out a massive glob of organic-friendly lubricant, splattering it against the floor in a wet splurt.</p>
<p>Sildrae’s foot hit the down pedal, lowering Gallows quite a bit. Down to his groin, in fact. “Gonna need a full lube job, it seems. Hope you’re ready.”</p>
<p>Before Gallows could reply, the dragon-insect bike gripped her handle bars and pulled her molded beak’s air scoop over his own cock. Her airflow systems kicked in almost immediately, providing a bit of suction against his nozzle. And with every pump of his hips, he revved her engine just a bit, making sure she felt a pleasuring rush.</p>
<p>“N…Ngh… Such a…tight fit…”</p>
<p>The digitized mumbles of the gryphonbike were barely audible from her speakers, drowned out by her mate’s stronger and nosier engine core. All she could do was take what he gave her, enjoying the taste of the strange compound he’d made for lubricating his own chains. It felt like her heart was racing every time he hit the accelerator, pushing her just that slight bit forward, while her own shaft poured with liquid down below.</p>
<p>“A…Ahhhhh~”</p>
<p>When Sildrae finally came, his cock shot heavy loads of thick lubricant into her body’s biofuel tanks, the tip deep into what would be her throat. Her own shaft did the same, soaking the monsterbike’s legs and feet along with the concrete ground beneath him. It was a massive rush of bliss, coursing through her at breakneck speed. And the lube itself tasted of a broad array of berries, all combined into a sort of punch-like flavor that hit her sweets tooth quite heavily.</p>
<p>Once the wave of ecstasy was over, he hummed a bit as he brought his lover back up to eye-level with him, gazing into the headlights that had replaced her eyes. “That was fun. I almost don’t want to put you back together in the morning.”</p>
<p>“M…M…Morrrning?” She asked, barely lucid in the afterglow. “B-but you don…don’t even sleep.”</p>
<p>“Your point?”</p>
<p>The Raithermon went over to his workbench and grabbed a pair of rubber hoses off of the pegboard, along with a y-shaped piece. Then, he reached down and removed his own nozzle cock, before doing the same to Gallows, replacing them both with the hose. The y-piece was added to the end of each one, while an adapter was screwed into the other side, followed by his own shaft.</p>
<p>Without even a bit of warning, he pushed that nozzle deep into her maw, practically deepthroating it on her with a short groan from how it felt. “Hold on to that. I need someone to keep me from leaking while I work, and I remember you saying you don’t mind acting as a vat sometimes.”</p>
<p>If she could have moved her eyes, they would have been quite wide. Not only was she not going anywhere for another ten hours—at the minimum—but she was about to play host to all of the warm berry-flavored lube she could handle.</p>
<p>And she was quite okay with that, whether or not she really had the choice.</p>
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<p>Gallows sighed softly as she wandered into the Vega Complex. Situated a ways south of Shirohoshi Headquarters in Kaiberos City, it was the home of Shirohoshi’s <span class="caps">CEO</span>, and not somewhere that many people enjoyed going while on business. Pleasure was something the complex …</p><p>_(Inspired by <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/view/18646888/">“Griffonthrone”</a> by <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/icaron/">Icaron</a>)</p>
<p>Gallows sighed softly as she wandered into the Vega Complex. Situated a ways south of Shirohoshi Headquarters in Kaiberos City, it was the home of Shirohoshi’s <span class="caps">CEO</span>, and not somewhere that many people enjoyed going while on business. Pleasure was something the complex was known for, especially with its owner capable of feeding on the energies created by pleasure of all kinds. But if you were called in for business reasons, it was to be praised personally in your off time, or sacked in the worst possible way.</p>
<p>The red quadrupedal gryphon looked around as she passed each of the dungeon-like rooms, ears twitching at the moans that filled the halls. Almost as much as the hardened shaft and heavy orbs that bounced with every step below her. It didn’t help her arousal that she was imagining what was happening behind those closed doors, though given the reports she’d been reading over, it wasn’t difficult to picture some of the lustful exhibitions.</p>
<p>A little ways into the second floor, she knocked on a large set of double doors before letting herself in. The room beyond was quite well lit by <span class="caps">LED</span> lamps. Massive collections of sex toys, restraints, and other items lined each of the walls, along with some cages and bondage tables that were stowed away, leaving the floor mostly clear. It was Nemi’s bedroom, and not somewhere she’d actually wanted to be at that very moment. Or any moment, really.</p>
<p>The black latex feline wasn’t exactly known for his business proposals. Just for breaking people, for helping willing sapient pets find good owners, and for handling <em>problematic</em> clients who hurt people under Shirohoshi’s protection. And none of those options pertained to her.</p>
<p>Strangely, Nemi himself was nowhere to be found. Instead, she found a note laying on the pet bed on the floor. It told her to put on the warmers lying next to the note while she waited, and that he’d return soon.</p>
<p>The <em>one-off on-call</em> gig wasn’t something she’d normally take on her time off, but it was worth enough to buy exactly what she needed, and then some more on top of that. Ten-thousand bit contracts weren’t something she could easily pass up.</p>
<p>Gallows looked over the woodgrain warmers and shook her head. Not her usual style, though she did know someone who rather enjoyed the aesthetic. She couldn’t place what they were made of, but it clearly wasn’t wool or heavy cloth. They felt more like a smooth lycra, despite their hefty weight</p>
<p>As she slipped the tubes over her limbs, Gallows couldn’t help but wonder what kind of job he was proposing that involved such a fashion item. An electronica music video? Maybe he’d developed a new fetish?</p>
<p>Unfortunately, she seemed to have stopped a little too long for her own good.</p>
<p>The avian put down a talon, only to hear a wooden <em>thunk</em> against the metal floor. A second knock soon followed, causing her to look at what was making the sound. Her feet were stuck in place, her claws turned backward while her hind quarters pulled forward just a bit. </p>
<p>Moments after her front legs stiffened, her hind legs started to seize up as well, petrifying into strong oak. And soon after, all four lengthened just enough to raise her off the ground an appreciable distance, flipping her onto her back in the process. </p>
<p>Her wings soon followed suit, wrapping around and forming into chair arms that connected to her hips, while her back was forced upright at an unnatural angle. Red feathers and fur turned into red velvet cushions, leaving nothing but her quickly hardening cock and balls up in the seat, and her lion tail twitching wildly while still attached to the front of her sitting area.</p>
<p>And just as suddenly as it started, the transformation stopped before taking any more of her into its effects. She was still able to breathe somehow, but any sound she attempted to make was completely lost, leaving her mute in her current state. All she had were her head and tail, and the genitals that were exposed down below. She couldn’t even try to tip herself over, as the thick legs were too balanced and heavy for her head movements to do anything. </p>
<p>Mentally, she was panicking, but Nemi wasn’t know for doing anything truly dangerous unless you hurt the wrong people. And she hadn’t done anything in the recent past to draw his ire. </p>
<p>Fortunately for the gryphon, she didn’t have to wait long before her employer came back.</p>
<p>The sleek black cat walked toward her on all fours, his mask-covered face staring blankly at the newly transformed furniture. Then, a palpable smugness came over the feline that made Gallows shudder internally. If she’d still had a spine, it would’ve been chilled to the core.</p>
<p>Without a word, Nemi climbed up onto her seat and, after removing the lower portion of his hood, began suckling at the exposed shaft sitting in it. Gallows let out silent moans one after another, turned on thoroughly by her situation. Her still organic balls had been churning since the changes started, and her helplessness only boosted her arousal several fold. Nothing more than a living seating arrangement to be sat on, and that’s what Nemi did.</p>
<p>Little by little, the small feline coaxed the gryphon to the point of leaking pre from the tip of her shaft. Her beak bent into a grimace of lustful frustration, with his paws massaging her sensitive orbs, and the cushioning around them.</p>
<p>Before she could be pushed beyond the edge, the small cat stopped, letting her calm down a bit. Then, he opened his legs and sat down on the sensitive rod, slipping it fully into the doll-like hole between his legs. She wanted to thrust back against him, but she wasn’t even capable of that. Her cock practically nothing but a living dildo with where it was.</p>
<p>He pressed his hips down once and again, those ribbed walls teasing the gryphon’s flesh in a methodical manner to keep her from reaching the peak of bliss. Bringing her just to the brink, then stopping for a few moments to let it die down enough to deny her the release she desired.</p>
<p>With a sly grin, Nemi turned around to the breathlessly panting gryphon and held up the full contract of her one-off gig. She was to stay like that for ten hours for a living furniture exhibition at a local kink show, along with a table and three other chairs that had undergone the same changes as herself.</p>
<p>Blushing, the felavian nodded, before using her beak to sign the contract. It was going to be a rough ten hours, but if she could get a set of those warmers on top of it all, that sort of job would be worth it to her.</p>
<p>Unfortunately for the temporary furnishing, Nemi slipped a chastity cage over her softening shaft, and soon carried her away like the object she had become, ready to be placed down in a mock setting for the amusement of thousands. It was indeed going to be a rough ten hours.</p>
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<p>The next day, Gallows found herself waking up in Nemi’s room once again. She’d spent most of the previous day at the showing, which went into an unexpected overtime when a famous designer had dropped by to see what was being brought out.</p>
<p>The entire time, Nemi had kept a massive ball gag locked in her beak, and a vibrating pouch attached around her balls. Even as she woke up, the drool-covered red ball kept her jaw open, serving to remind her of her situation. The upholstery of her seat was soaked with precum as it flowed from the pent-up orbs that hung just beyond the rim of her chair body, the constant needy ache barely registering in her lust-addled mind anymore.</p>
<p>Nemi walked up to her, key in paw as he unlocked the metal cage around her cock. But he wasn’t done with her yet.</p>
<p>The feline took her shaft into his maw once again, cleaning up much of the lingering spunk that had been left behind with his tongue. The squeaky surface managed to elicit a weak gurgling moan from the chair, her eyes partially glazed over from her lack of real sleep. But what he held up in front of Gallows made her brain get into gear, at the least.</p>
<p>She gave a light nod, and Nemi replaced the cage for the time being. The smug grin on his face was hidden by the mask he wore, but she could feel it radiating off of him like an aura.</p>
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<p>It took her the better part of the day, but the gryphon managed to assemble a new kinky dining set for Nemi. Ten living chairs, and two pieces for the living table. Felines, a few canines, a dragon… All of them turned into immobile, gagged furnishings for the kinky <span class="caps">CEO</span> of Shirohoshi.</p>
<p>Unfortunately for Gallows, Nemi managed to slip the transformative garments back onto her legs, and her employment as his personal seating arrangement resumed. She had to watch as his paws danced across the screen of her phone, sending a message to her mates to let them know she was okay, along with a few pictures of her situation.</p>
<p>And given their responses, the massive jawbreaker of a gag the feline placed in her beak, and the wood-textured molded hood, she had a feeling it’d be a couple of days before she was moving of her own accord again.</p>
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<p>Once the lid popped open on its hinges, the glee on the red gryphon’s face grew even brighter, and her talons jolted into the container to remove some of the contents. A few new costumes were folded up in the space, along with some accessories and clothing to go with them. But Gallows wasn’t interested in putting them up like she usually was. She carefully tore open the perforated plastic bag that held one of the items, and unrolled the suit in her talons, a tag marked <em>Gerikol</em> falling to her feet.</p>
<p>The gryphon’s smile grew brighter. She wasted no time in getting the suit on, pulling the zipper tab down and slipping her lion paws into the golden talon feet of the suit. The golden brown of the character’s body shined under the ceiling lights, and with every bit of herself that got into the outfit, she could feel the smooth vinyl skin cooling her. Her talons slid into the arms of the biped, changing into more paw-like pieces. But once she got her head into the suit, she quickly closed the chain, making sure it was sealed nice and tight.</p>
<p>Gerikol’s silver beak was in her view, and as she looked down, she found herself quite happy and aroused. She had become a translucent pool toy version of one of her story characters, complete with an inflatable cock and balls between her legs, and several plastic valves for the various chambers of her new air-filled body.</p>
<p>Gallows reached up with a tan paw and began to rub along the beak and between her ears, finding the squeaking of vinyl on vinyl to be quite nice. But her test for the new suit was just beginning.</p>
<p>She fetched her tablet’s stylus from her desk and jumped onto the fluffy mattress in front of her, bouncing slightly as she hit the black latex sheets. Then, after getting comfortable, she began rubbing along the stiffened length of her black gryphon cock with her free hand. The sensitive flesh sent a shiver up her spine, her beak opening to creak out a happy skree of bliss. And then, with her other hand, she jabbed the sharpened nib tip of the stylus into her leg.</p>
<p>There was no pain. No sense of ache. Just a loud bang of sudden decompression, a rain of rubber scraps, and the loss of all sensation of having a right hind limb. And with that bang, the gryphon arched her back as she instantly orgasmed, her cock spewing jets of organic cum onto her chest and face. She didn’t even make a meek chirp, as her voice left her the moment her bliss took over. It was like all the pressure of the world suddenly left her.</p>
<p>After a few moments of breathless panting and afterglow, the toy did the same thing to her left leg. Another pop, another stream of cum, and another pile of torn pieces littering the room.</p>
<p>This time, she had to let herself come out of her lustful high before she could even move. Her semen-coated face dripped onto the bed behind her, and as she rose up, it was almost enough to set her off again. The sight of her lower body, with some useless dangling pieces of torn vinyl dangling off of them. The actual talons seemed to still be in one piece, but the legs connecting them were all over the place.</p>
<p>Whimpering eagerly, she jabbed the sharp point into her free arm. Her paw blew off as shreds of brown exploded from the decompression, and this time, she managed to catch the jet of her seed inside of her open beak, swallowing every salty drop she could get into her.</p>
<p>Gallows knew what she had to do next.</p>
<p>She put the stylus in her silver maw and turned her head, poking the tip into her other shoulder. And just like before, a wave of lustful warmth showered over her. The soaked paw itself laid flat and deflated over her shaft, but her shoulders were practically bare all the way to the connecting seals—or at least what was left of them.</p>
<p>Using her beak, she slipped the stylus between her pillows. She wasn’t about to end her fun with just those silly limbs gone. With a bit of effort, she managed to pull herself up and press the nib against her jaw.</p>
<p><em>Creak…</em></p>
<p><em><span class="caps">CREEEE</span>—</em></p>
<p>The world became warm and blissful, and dark nothingness washed over the felavian as her head chamber exploded into pieces. What was left of her body writhed and wiggled in orgasm, and she still felt every bit of it even in death. And when the body, tail, and cock came to a standstill, there was nothing… Nothing at all…</p>
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<p>Later, the gryphon woke up on the floor of her bedroom with a yawn, still in her suit. Sitting up, she looked over at what remained of her old body, and the mess it had left. The pool of sticky spunk alone was going to take a while to clean up, but she didn’t care. She rather needed that release, and it was something she’d been looking forward to for far too long.</p>
<p>And as Gallows removed herself from the outfit to deal with chores, she promised herself a bit more popping fun later on. After all, once she pops, she doesn’t want to stop.</p>
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