Marcel nibbled on some popcorn as he watched the show from the front row, his eyes glued on the colorful stage. It was a cold winter day so his hands were freezing over, but he didn’t mind it too much; he was watching Disney on ice, and more specifically the Lion King: his favorite. He’d watched it so many times before that he knew all the lyrics by heart, but that day’s performance was special: it was the debut of the long awaited new costumes!


As the actors of the Lion King glided onto the stage, something immediately became apparent: instead of the old, fuzzy animal costumes that they used to wear, everyone was in slick, shiny outfits, seemingly made of… Rubber? That was an unexpected change, but a welcome one on Marcel’s part, as the outfits clung tightly on the skaters’ bodies, beautifully highlighting their every curve… Even down at the crotch of the male actors, forming an elegant bulge on each of them. The new outfits provided much more freedom for the skaters to move around too, compared to the old, baggy fursuits; this led to some nice scenes of some of the actors bending over and flaunting their butts, their suits pulling so tight that they looked like they were about to tear. But the rubber remained durable even in the cold conditions, and the act was finished beautifully, with all the rubber-clad actors bowing in front of the clapping audience before skating away.


Marcel was enchanted by what he saw even after the show was over, his head still racing with thoughts of the sexy latex outfits of the cast. He especially liked the hyenas, the way they rubbed against each other at some parts, and their oversized shiny heads stuck forever in a wide, goofy grin. They were his favorites even before the costume change, but now he was obsessed… He couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to wear one of those suits after a sexy actor had taken it off after a long, tiring performance, filled with sweat and stinking of delicious musk, just like a real hyena.


He was so enchanted by the thought in fact, that he didn’t realize that he’d left his phone on the seat until he was already at the exit gates. He quickly turned around and fought his way back through the crowd of people all wanting to finally get out, to the audience area which had completely emptied out by then. He tried to remember what row he sat in as he’d already thrown out his ticket, walking between the rows of seats and looking under each one for a phone that could have slipped out of his pocket and landed on the ground.


All of a sudden, everything around him got a lot brighter; turning around, he saw that a massive spotlight was pointed straight at him. “Did you lose something?” A deep, male voice sounded from the direction of the stage, but Marcel couldn’t see its source due to being blinded by the strong lamp.


“Y-yeah, I did!” He replied, trying to cover the spotlight from his eye as he looked down to see who was talking to him. Although his eyes were still trying to adjust to the dark, he could have sworn that he saw the silhouette of a hyena dancer down next to the stage. “My phone!”


“A phone?” Even the stranger’s voice sounded like the hyenas in the show. “Why don’t you come down? I might be able to help ya~”


“O-okay…” The guy said, carefully climbing down the flight of stairs and approaching the stage, while the spotlight followed him closely to illuminate his way. It felt like he was selected from the audience to be part of an act!


As he finally got close to the man calling him, the blinding light was finally turned off, and for the first time, he could clearly see who was standing in front of him: It was one of the hyena dancers! He gasped, flustered by the sight of the tall, shiny suited man, his mask grinning down at him with flashing teeth. Marcel suddenly didn’t know what to say, looking at the ground in his embarrassment.


“I-I’m really sorry for the inconvenience…” He stuttered, but fell quiet as the hyena extended his arm and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly, yet playfully. The man was pulling him in, so Marcel came a little closer with shy, small steps.


“Oh, it’s nothing, really~” The actor giggled, putting his slick, rubbery arm around the fan’s waist, pulling him closer and closer until their bodies touched. His voice sounded gentle and cooing, almost a little seductive. “I think someone might have seen it and turned it in already! Do you wanna see backstage~?”


Marcel definitely found the idea a little strange, after all, he only left his seat around five minutes ago. But the idea of being able to take a peek backstage- something not many Disney fans have the opportunity to do- sounded quite exciting, so he nodded with a smile, letting himself be dragged along by the hyena who took slow, careful steps walking around the solid ground in his ice skates.


Looking down, Marcel noticed that the skates seemed to be part of the overall suit: it couldn’t be seen where the skate ended and the rest of the suit began, so presumably the two were molded into each other, making it impossible to take it off without removing the entire bodysuit. “It must be so hot in there…” He thought as he put his hand on the hyena’s waist just like the actor did for him, feeling up the warm, brownish rubber with his palm. It even felt a little slimy to the touch, but that might have been simply due to just how smooth and polished the outfit was; he could even see his blurry reflection on it if he looked hard enough.


After a short walk together, they arrived behind the stage, where all the props for the scene were stored, and the different characters talked to each other, still dressed up in their costumes. The rubber hyena led Marcel to a group of other hyenas, all looking exactly the same, their only differences being in height. All with the same, bulky, smiling masks, rubber ears and the spotted brown skin tight suits. There were three of them having a conversation next to a large container crate, when they spotted their partner bringing the visitor along. Intrigued by the sight, they stopped talking and all turned towards the pair, one of them waving silently to Marcel, who hesitantly waved back with a shy smile.


“Well, well… Our new friend here seemed to have lost something!” The actor leading Marcel said, to which the others gasped cartoonishly, putting their rubbery hands to their mouths and shaking their heads in disbelief.


“Is that the case?” One of the hyenas, the tallest one replied, turning around and opening up the crate from the other side, so that the visitor couldn’t see inside. “Well, we do have something here that we think might belong to you, buddy~”


“Thank you! That’s r-really nice…” Marcel said enthusiastically, although still a little flustered from the special treatment and getting to see these hot dancers up close.


“Could it be… This?” The actor asked, pulling out an empty hyena costume from the crate and wiggling it around to get it to completely unfold. It looked just like the others, though judging by the smell, it had been worn before; the sweet smell of the latex was mixed with a musky, sweaty stench, and it even seemed to be dripping with some liquid on the inside.


“Hehehe, I don’t think so…” The flustered guy laughed, but the actor stepped closer. He pulled down the zipper completely and turned it upside down, letting some clear liquid- presumably sweat- drip out.


“Well why don’t you try?” He said a little more assertively, while the actor who led Marcel backstage suddenly grabbed him firmly by the hands, pushing him closer. “Just try it on! You might just find that this was the thing that you’ve always been looking for!”


“I-I’m really not sure if I can… Hey!” The visitor started falling into a bit of a panic, which grew into a full blown struggle as the two other hyenas approached him and started taking off his clothes one piece at a time: no matter how hard he kicked, he was suspended into the air by a pair of strong hands, and soon ridded of all his clothes, even his underwear.


“You don’t even need lubrication to get in!” One of the men teased as he held the suit open for the others to push Marcel’s arm into the slippery sleeve. “It’s already nice and sweaty from the guy who last used it~”


“I- I don’t want it! Please let me go! It’s so… It’s so weird and stinky!” The boy protested, trying to tug and break himself free as the cold, slimy and wet rubbed clung to him, the latex smelling intoxicatingly sweet, yet nose-twistingly musky at the same time. The others had no mercy on him however, as soon his other arm was pulled in as well, his fists pulled open and his fingers carefully pushed into the fingers of the black gloves at the end of the brown arms.


Next up were his legs, which were carefully slipped into their respective chambers, his bare feet pushed into the ice skates at the bottom. They felt a little too tight and definitely very uncomfortable without any socks for support, and his butt felt strange and constricted once both his legs were in. He dared not to think about all the sweaty butts that had already been there since this thing was last given a wash.


Once all his limbs were inside, all the men had to do was to zip it up, locking Marcel in a sweaty, warm prison that he couldn’t escape from without external help. He cringed a little bit as his semi-erect penis was pushed into the tight rubber in front of him, thinking about all the penises that had been there, but admittedly feeling a little pleasurable as his sensitive head rubbed against the thin membrane with each little move.


“There’s only one thing left to complete your beautiful hyena look!” Marcel heard from behind. He turned back to see one of the dancers holding a hyena mask in his hands- it looked even bigger when it wasn’t on someone’s head! Fear struck into him as he kept shaking his head, but the others restrained him well, and there was nothing he could do to resist the mask.


The large, squeaky head was put on top of his head and slowly lowered down, leaving Marcel gasping for the last breaths of fresh air he managed to get. Once it was finally completely on, the boy couldn’t help but start sweating immediately- this thing was hot… He took a breath through his nose, but regretted it immediately because of the pungent, sweaty smell, and there wasn’t much air for him to breathe inside anyway. There was a mouthpiece in front of him- probably wet from the saliva of his predecessor- he put it in his mouth and took a breath. It wasn’t easy to breathe, but at least it was fresh air from the outside.


Marcel the hyena looked around through the tiny holes at his eyes, barely able to see out from inside the dark mask. His head movements were clunky and heavy, but the others secured it on well, so it wasn’t falling off. As the hands finally let him go, he started taking his first steps in the skates, a little clumsy at first, but slowly starting to get the hang of it as time went on.


“Well, the next audience is coming in soon… Showtime in an hour!” The man who originally led him in said, and the hyenas started heading back towards the stage. Marcel followed- for some unknown reason, he didn’t want to take the suit off anymore. He squeaked and sweated happily as he followed his mates, wondering if he was just as hot and sexy in his tight rubber skin as the others. He wanted to be one of them… He was one of them.