\n\t\t\t\t\tsnowypenguinSuper hard week at work, 3 all nighters, whew exhausted, finally had some time to write the story, hope you all like it.
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In the Pink – by Ravensflock
Alex leaped around the alleyway corner, his fingers wrapped around the light pole to swing him sharply into the darkness.
The human took a moment, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath from the terrified sprint he had been running for at least ten minutes.
A tiny scrape from the mouth of the alley caused his head to shoot up sharply, his eyes scanning the rectangle of illumination that marked the road.
Suddenly a huge horned form lurched into view, stopping at the entrance to the narrow side street, the bulls massive shoulders brushed against the bricks of both sides of the alleyway, completely blocking off any escape from that direction.
A much smaller, slightly hunched figure slipped around the pillars of the bull's legs, slinking sinuously down the cobbled street.
The grey rat sniffed the air, his long whiskers twitching, as he scanned the blackness ahead of him with
one dull silver eye and one vibrantly yellow, almost glowing orb.
The rodent raised a paw, wagging it at the dumpster where the terrorized human cowered, “'Ere now, Mr. Snow, ya know quite well there innit any running from us, noone can get away from The Collectors, our boss The Raven wants to 'ave words with ya.”
As Alex crouched in the darkness the last few months flashed through his mind.
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He had been accepted into one of the high ranking schools in the city, and of course had to pick up and move, finding a small one bedroom apartment in the rather nice education section of the town.
Day in and day out as he commuted to his new place of learning his attention was captured by the imposing skyline wrecking edifice of the Factory.
He had heard about the clothing, toys, and even slaves that were produced there, even noticing a few intricately coated rubber figures hurrying along in various states of bondage, helping their owners shop, or other day to day activities.
Advertisements would flit across the glowing screens of the commuter train, tiny, shiny figures writhing about on the screen, even separating themselves from the flat surface and gliding across his shoulders to caress his cheek with miniscule holographic fingers.
Time and time again he was tempted to see the inside of the Factory's showrooms, several ads displaying free samples to newcomers sorely testing his resolve, but classwork and tests managed to keep him out of trouble, until Spring break.
His family was going through a rough patch and didn't have enough to pay for his trip home, he was stuck in his apartment, twiddling his thumbs.
After days of nothing but tv, (which included teasing advertisements for the Factory) he finally had broken, and even before he really registered it he was on the tramline, headed up the large hill that the overwhelming complex of the Factory rested on.
He was bustled off the train with numerous other site see-ers, the whole group following a cheery female fox who surprisingly wasn't in any rubber.
She bouncily led them through clear glass doors that slide soundlessly apart to reveal a huge showroom.
Alex had been taken aback by the sheer number and variety of things that were on display. Toys of every shape and function imaginable dominated the front sections of the space. Vibrators, plugs, swings, manacles, restraints, anything that the human had ever seen or even imagined using were displayed, all neatly arranged, tastefully situated, to better draw the eye, and to put the hesitant at ease.
After a few minutes of expounding apon the vast array of items before them, the guide began to move on again, the group trailing along behind her merrily swinging tail.
Soon they passed under an archway, the sign adorning it glowing with the word “Clothing”.
Again Alex was astounded at the sheer volume of choices that was available for the group to peruse.
Catsuits, surfsuits, t-shirts, pants, any kind of article of clothing, all made out of gleaming, silky rubber. Bondage suits hung beside rubber business suits, every color of the rainbow displayed.
One aisle that had stretched off past the limit of Alex's sight was filled with nothing but hoods, and gas masks, again of every type any kinky mind could think off.
The human had spent at least an hour just walking through the stunning selection, running his hands over the oily looking surfaces before him....he found himself breathing faster and faster.
Soon the pretty vixen gathered the group up, leading them further into the warehouse, soon the scenery changed, empty rubber clothing leading to....rubber outfits that were already on someone.
To his left, what he assumed was a pretty large stallion stood motionless in harness and tackle. The horse was completely covered in rubber, from the tips of his ears to his hooves, even his mane was rendered in perfect shiny detail. He just stood there, perfectly motionless, Alex almost assuming he was a statue before the barest quiver shuddered up the well muscled ebony body, writhing for just a moment in ecstasy.
Alex followed the fox on autopilot, his head swiveling wildly, his eyes like dinner plates as he took in the showcased rubber slaves. Everything from maids to mining workers were shown, some in poses to better illustrate their uses, others in what looked like some of the strictest and most restraining bondage the student had ever seen.
This display went on and on, larger by a magnitude then the other sections combined.
Eventually Alex noticed that his shoes were now walking on plush carpet, burgundy and blue, each step sinking slightly into the floor.
Here their guide stopped and smiled, motioning behind her to a set of black doors that stood at least twenty feet tall, they stood ajar, the carpeting leading into the interior invitingly.
The vixen's grin turned mischievous as she looked over the group, “And here, my wonderful friends, we have more then just display items, here is where we keep our sample models, every slave you see through those doors is available for use, in almost any way, and...” here she winked directly at Alex, making him blush, “the first hour with any of them is free!”
That had been the beginning of the end for the college student, as soon as he had entered the world behind those doors, so full of exotic delights he had been lost, and to find that the Factory extended credit to its visitors....well suffice it to say, the young human had wracked up a bill that rivaled his already large student loans, before he even knew it.
And now here he was, cowering behind a dumpster as his nightmares slowly closed in on him.
His groping hand closed about a brick just as the crouching rat rounded the edge of the dumpster, and almost by instinct the college student flung it at his pursuer.
The yellow eye of the rat didn't even blink as he smoothly avoided the missile, moving just enough to where the tip of the brick brushed against his long whiskers.
The rodent's muzzle split in a crooked grin, “Now, why did ya 'ave ta go and do that, ya do know, resisting us only adds to the bill. Come along like a good boy, maybe i'll forget little tantrum...
The rat lunged forward, faster then the human could react, his clawed hand closing about the boy's neck, gripping tightly. “There we go, got ya now...” From his belt the grey furred Collector removed a black hood, the shiny rubber cascading over his long fingers like an ebony pool of ink.
With a grin, his yellow eye glittering, the rat shoved the hood roughly into the human's head, the already lubed rubber sliding easily over his hair, settling quickly into place, darkness enveloping the student as there were no eyeholes. Alex's gasp of surprise was cut short as he realized that the rubber covering his head had no mouth hole, and he panicked wildly in the rodent's grip before he realized that he could still breath through his nose.
He was spun around and efficiently bound, a tight collar snapping about his neck further restricting his breathing as he felt a tug, causing him to stumble blindly forward.
Alex lurched and tripped his way along, the constant tugging on the leash attached to his collar goading him, his bound arms giving him no possibility of escape. He could hear the heavily clopping footfalls of the monstrous bull to his side, the muffled voice of the rat talking, occasionally being answered with a rumbling word or two from the bovine.
Suddenly, he felt fingers the size of his leg wrapping around his waist, lifting him off of the ground like a toy before pressing him into what felt like a molded indentation that held him perfectly from all sides, the sound of a vacuum filled the space around him and he cried out in alarm as a thin rubber sheet suctioned to his body, holding him in an incredibly tight and secure embrace. He thrashed wildly, unable to move more then an inch, he cried out, yelling for anyone to help.
Alex jerked as he felt a sharp pain in his leg, followed by a cold numb sensation that started there and then languorously spread its way up his body, everything beginning to feel heavy, the rubber surrounding him pressing in further and further, tighter and tighter, until blackness claimed him.
Alex slowly came to his senses, he rubbed his head blearily, his eyes taking their time to focus.
He realized that he was sitting upright in a overstuffed armchair, upholstered in gleaming black rubber, his arms were unbound and the hood was nowhere to be seen.
As his eyes finally began to focus, a large mahogany desk loomed into view, leading upward until he met the burning gaze of a large purplish-black bird that rested on a stand on the desk.
He leaned forward a little, shocked, burning was right, those menacing orbs literally glowed with a hungry purple light.
Those piercing eyes studied the human intensely, intelligence and cunning emanating from them just as brightly as the strange violet light.
Finally the Raven cocked his head to the side, looking at the human with one eye as a stack of papers that had been resting in front of him lifted into the air of their own accord, swirling a bit before shuffling themselves efficiently and settling to float calmly in front of the large bird.
The Raven's voice was deeper then could be expected, smooth and commanding attention, “Welcome back, Alex Snow, I believe that you and I have some business together...”
Alex started as the Raven's words washed over him, he looked around the room, which turned out to be a beautiful study, lined with bookshelves, he saw a door to the side, within a few feet of where he sat, and he grinned as he noted that it was open.
The dark avian clacked his beak together sharply, the sound bringing the human's attention back, “I do believe that you owe me quite a sum of money in back payments by young friend, you ignored several warnings about the misuse of the credit that was extended to you, and now...I am afraid I have to take more extreme measures to collect.”
At that, young man leaped to his feet, flinging himself wildly at the open doorway, his feet flying across the carpeted surface of the study, a surge of hope filling him as his hand closed about the doorknob, until he realized that his feet were actually flying, hovering about three inches above the floor.
He began to float backwards, settling back into the chair, the strange force that had been lifting him pressing him down into the seat with undeniable, irresistible pressure, he was unable to even twitch a finger as his head was turned against his will to meet the eyes of the Raven.
“Alex, Alex, Alex.....” The purplish bird shook his head with dismay, “Normally I would let you run out that door, and meet whatever fate the Factory would have in store for you, but there are two reasons I am going to go ahead and stop you..”
The human couldn't even blink as those burning eyes continued to bore into his head, “First, your a registered college student here in the city, I can understand the burdens of such an existence, so many....pressures you are under.”
At the word pressures, the human felt something squeeze his cock tightly, holding it in an even tighter embrace.
“So I will save you from yourself....this time.”
The squeezing on his member ceased, his body still held immobile against the large armchair.
“Second...” Papers shuffled themselves in the air before the bird, “It appears that you have a very, very unique body chemistry, the makeup of your cellular structure causes interference in the bonding of my special rubber mixture. The normal process that would give you nutrients and energy from your bonding would in fact fail with you. Oh you would be encased easily enough, but you would starve and die rather quickly I am afraid...and we cannot have that”
The human felt alternate surges of hope, then terror as the Raven spoke, he tried to say something, but could not open his jaw.
The dark avian continued, “This is not the first case I have had dealing with stubborn DNA, and while you may have thought that your condition will allow you freedom, let me assure you...it will not. I have already developed a method to bypass the problem entirely...I will be transferring your consciousness into an empty rubber doll, where you will remain until your debt has been cleared, do well, and maybe we can talk about help for your further schooling..”
Alex screamed in his mind, unable to move even an eyelid as his sentence was passed. Transfer his mind? He couldn't even begin to grip the fear that arched through him, this just couldn't be happening.
The edges of the Raven's beak curled into a smile, “I think I will let the rest be a surprise, don't worry though, your body will be well taken care of.”
The large bird lifted a wing, waving it once at the despairing human who felt himself being buffeted by waves of mental force so strong that they literally swept him away into unconsciousness.
Wakefulness came slowly to Alex, first he felt the warmness of the room around him, he moaned quietly as the air brushed against his skin, sending little electrical sparks through his groggy senses.
He moved slightly, the motion causing him to slide ever across what felt like rubber sheets. The surge of pleasure that wracked him at this stunned him into immobility.
He lay there for several minutes, before he realized that he wasn't breathing, had no desire or need to.
Alex sat bolt upright, trying to ignore the strongly arousing squeaks that he made against the rubber underneath him.
He reached his arm out in front of himself and stopped, staring in stunned silence at the bright pink wing where his arm should have been, the appendage waved back and forth at his command, just like his arm, which he soon realized, it was.
Alex slowly, ever so slowly, slid himself to the edge of the rubber sheeted bed, each movement sending shivers of pleasure into his body, by the time he had pulled himself shakily to his feet his body burned with sexual need, it left him panting loudly as he looked at the blue, rubbery claws that now made up the feet that he stood on.
The newly made rubber doll took a step forward, each touch of his claws to the carpet feeling exactly like the sensation of stroking his old body's cock, except that it flowed all the way through him, each step making him pant more and more in lust.
He made his way over to a mirror that had been placed into the wall of the bedroom and gasped at what stood in the reflection.
A bright pink...flamingo, black tipped wings, and glowing blue tracery all over his body. He noticed a piercing or ring tinkling lightly on the tip of his curved beak. Two large breasts jutted proudly from his chest, piercings through the black nipples there causing little burning spats of pleasure with each movement.
His eyes traveled down to a huge dildo like member that rested above a ring where his balls should have been, his wingtip brushed ever so lightly over the stiff appendage and his knees almost buckled at the flood of sensation.
Alex burst out laughing despite himself, a pink flamingo herm rubber doll? Of all the things....
The rustling sounds of curtains being drawn back caught his attention and he swiveled his beaked head on his now long and flexible neck.
A bright red rubber clad figure was slipping through the opening into the bedchamber, eyeing Alex up and down as he padded forward.
The crimson of the rubber suit extended from the tips of its footpaws, to a black collar on its neck, from then on up a slick, and glittering gas mask wrapped around the creature's head, hugging it tightly.
Alex was alarmed at the entrance of the silent figure, his instinctual burst of panic quickly being overridden by the NEED that seemed to be infusing his new body. He shook his head, trying to tear his eyes off of the muscles defined in the perfectly molded latex of its chest. The rubber flamingo felt himself drooling, his beak quickly filling, causing him to reach a wing up to it, regarding the sheen of lube that coated the thick “feather” curiously.
The rubber clad figure stepped forward, blood red hands reaching up to the edges of the gas mask, the lining flowing away like water, forming into handles that the encased fingers wrapped around, pulling the mask off with a hiss of escaping air.
Revealed was the handsome face of a wolf, every detail of that face picked out in seamless, shiny rubber, the only hint of eyes being blank red lenses.
The rubber figure's muzzle split in a grin, revealing coated teeth, tongue, and the inside of his mouth. “Well hello there, they definitely said I would be training something unique today...are you ready to begin my little slut-bird?”
The avian doll wanted to recoil at the description, to growl back a retort, but he just couldn't seem to take his eyes from the gleaming package of the wolf as it was held snugly in a bulging zippered pocket in the front of the crimson catsuit.
The rubber wolf stepped closer, reaching up and gathering some of the lube that Alex was now continually drooling from the edges of his beak, “My, my, aren't we ready to go...”
Alex shivered as the wolf's finger brushed against his beak, a low moan filtering out from his long throat.
The latex lupine suddenly grabbed the ring that had replaced the former human's balls and yanked, immediately a huge orgasm exploded its way through the rubber bird, he cried out in complete surprise at the intensity of the sensation, flailing his wings as he was swung through the air by the ring and tossed unceremoniously onto the bed.
“You are far to loud at the moment I think..” The wolf said as he slunk over the slippery rubber sheets of the bed toward the still stunned flamingo, “luckily, I believe that they built you with a solution for that...”
The red gloved fingers reached out grasping the ring that had been pierced through Alex's beak, and with a twist and pull, popped out a large circular section of the flamingo's beak, at the same time, causing the lower part to snap closed, sealing the two halves together.
The rubber bird's eyes widened, crossing to look down his beak's length to the hole that was now there, he tried to squawk something but found himself unable to, no sound even rising from his throat.
“Ah hah, there we go, now we can really get started.” The wolf slid his fingers across the breasts of the rubber flamingo, their paths leaving little trails of lustful fire. They glided up and around, lightly tugging on the rings of the nipple piercings.
Lightning bolts of energy flickered though Alex's body, if he could have panted he would have, with each passing moment, each touch and tug the need only grew in him.
The rubbery lupine took his coated hands away from pink latex, reaching down and pulling on the zipper at his crotch, slowly the teeth clicked open, each snap sending tingles through Alex's body.
The flamingo's eyes were locked on the opening pouch, dilating as the glistening red coated member slide into view. His head seemed to be drawn downward, under no conscious control, his flexible neck bending easily to lower him further.
The instructor sat quietly as he watched the new rubber doll falling to its new instincts as it brought its beak in line with his stiff rod, the opening in the beak sliding smoothly over his tip, swiftly engulfing the length, his own living suit rewarding him with waves of pleasure.
For Alex, the experience was beyond strange, but at the same time, the blissful feelings it brought him would not let him stop. He felt the rubbery member of the wolf, even tasting the sweet taste of the latex on his tongue.
Again an orgasm ripped through his artificial body, shaking him as he pumped his beak up and down the lupine's tool. He couldn't stop...he felt another orgasm building within him..almost...
A rubber gloved hand grabbed his head, pulling him off of the wolf's cock, now gleaming with lube.
The instructor pushed the flamingo back, using handles set into his shoulders and hips, lining the bird up on the large rubber bed.
He reached down, grabbing Alex's girth, squeezing, causing the pink figure to thrash about on the bed, before twisting, and to the bird's complete shock, pulling his member right out of the flamingo, leaving a rubber ribbed lined hole.
The latex covered wolf waved the pink rod in front of the flamingo's eyes, grinning as he gripped one of it's hip handles and rolling it over. Glowing blue lines traced their way down the tailfeathers of the bird to another textured hole between its ample ass cheeks. The lupine languorously licked the dildo in his hand, causing the bird to shudder, clearly they were still linked.
With a mischievous grin, the wolf slid Alex's penis dildo up and into his ass. The flamingo's eyes rolled up into its head as its hole was filled, stretching the passage quite wide, the rubber expanding but tightly clinging to the large toy.
Again the instructor rolled the bird around, smiling at the clear ecstasy plastered across the expression of the bird, “Almost done little slut-bird, then we can really get you to work.”
Alex had no thought of protest at the title, orgasm after orgasm rushed through him, he could feel himself squeezing against his own cock, the sheer sensation of it driving out any thought of the strangeness of his situation.
His wings squeaked against the smooth arms of the wolf, he knew what was coming, wanted it more and more, he found one of the wolf's fingers sinking back into his beak hole, filling it nicely.
His eyes rolled downward watching the lupine's crimson tip slide into his front fuck-hole, every centimeter sending searing pleasure though his rubbery body.
The flamingo bucked, trying desperately to bury the wolf's cock into it's hole, but the instructor held off for a few moments, letting the doll's need grow, relishing in the growing understanding and hunger in its eyes.
Finally the wolf thrust forward, stuffing the rubber flamingo completely.
Alex's electronic nerves were going wild, he orgasmed simultaneously from his beak, rear, front, and detached dildo, he was mentally wailing in the storm that raged within his pink body.
Weeks seemed to pass in the short time before the wolf pulled himself out of the wildly bucking and thrusting bird.
Chuckling, the lupine lifted up Alex's legs, which the flamingo had wrapped tightly around his waist, setting them to the side before reaching down to pull the anal intruder out of the toy, efficiently twisting and clicking it back into place.
The crimson figure slide from the bed, standing up and stretching, he walked to the entrance of the bedchamber, looking back to the still prone avian on the bed. “Looks like we got your lesson over with just in the nick of time.”
Voices and murmurs could be heard from the other side of the curtain.
The rubber wolf grinned back at the toy, “Work day is about to start, sounds like its going to be a busy one.”