Dayne’s Gainful Employment

Part 1 - Advertisement

Dayne saw the advertised opening for a new assistant as he sat down at the computer, and resumed looking over the local theater openings. It had been a few months since he last worked – being a dancer was never a sure thing for what he could find for employment. He was getting a bit nervous because he received the usual alert that he was coming to the ‘danger zone’ of losing his insurance if he didn’t get more work and soon. He’d gotten them before, and something always came up before he actually got dropped. He wasn’t much concerned right now but his job search had kicked up a bit more because of the notice.

	“Seeking additional assistant for stage magic work. Ideal applicant should have a winning, easy smile, be capable of holding difficult positioning while smiling, high flexibility of upper and low body will be required for certain illusions, stage performance experience a must and existing dancers or performers will be given additional consideration. Only male candidates needed to round out existing act.”

Dayne wasn’t sure if the ad was violating some kind of posting rules to talk about “additional consideration”, and specifically mention males only like that. He wasn’t 100% sure that the “additional consideration” meant there would possibly be some kind of sexual component to it all, but he didn’t dismiss that thought either. It wouldn’t be the first time he let some grizzled, rather nasty wolf or bear paw at him and jack him off for a job. And perhaps if the magician already had a female assistant, he was looking for visually a balanced look when he mentioned only males need apply. Well, he did have about 7 more weeks before his insurance ended, so he didn’t need to investigate this particular opening. But then, being on stage even for a magic act would only help his resume too and he wasn’t seeing too much else for the coming week.

	“Open auditions: 34721 NE Maskenet Ave, Suite 755. Mon – Wed 2:30P-5:30P”

Maskenet Ave wasn’t too far away; it was even in easy walking distance, so he could even do stretches on the way, and get a bit limbered up if he was going to have to do those flare kicks that some magicians seemed to love their on-stage assistants to do. His striped tail flicked a bit behind him as he considered. Sure, it was cheesy and silly, but sometimes audiences seemed to eat it up. Dayne was quite aware of staging and energy flow of performances. Hell, he’d seen a couple of backup dancers actually screw up one of the Wicked performances simply because they were putting too much energy into the dance, and it really detracted from the leads. Well, he’d go tomorrow, the first day for auditions, when he had the best chance to lock in a solid positive performance.

He went around his small apartment and gathered up his headshot, showing off his tiger heritage and coloration of an orange-brown mixed with white and black. He verified that the back was correct with his current resume. Searching around his room he found his good luck sweater, and found one of his warmer set of tights. Blushing a bit under his fur, he found his good luck dance belt, and set it aside with the good tights. He tossed his shoes into a duffle along with a backup pair of tights and a backup belt in case something happened and he needed to change out of the worn stuff. Dayne sighed as he looked around his room, seeing the piles of clothes and assorted other crap. 

Shaking his head, and twitching his tailtip, he set about cleaning up. Clothes into the hamper, trash into the bag with occasional breaks to take the trash bag to the chute, and starting a new trash bag, dishes into the sink. After a couple of hours, he had tidied up some, and realized that he definitely needed to do laundry too. Fortunately, it was only Sunday afternoon, so he was able to finish up his couple of loads before dinner.

After finishing his meal and cleaning up the kitchen, he just lay out on his couch, and started rehearsing. When he was a younger tiger, he had received a good tutor’s insight on how to better get audition results. In his mind, he saw himself, lithe, flexible, and oozing character with every motion. He went through several dances and routines that had been part of his experience on stage so far. He flexed his emotional capabilities, sliding from fast and happy, to slower and careful, to heavy and sad, even to regal and commanding. Again and again, he went through everything he could. After all, he had no idea what this position would require of him, but the smiling when holding specific postures requirement went through his mind, and he ended his visualizations with a few of the happier and more elegant motions. Might as well try and emphasize what he knew he would be showing tomorrow afternoon.

Dayne woke up to discover that he’d managed to relax himself into slumber on the couch again. Sighing softly, he stood up, checked the kitchen clock, and saw that it was supposedly 11:28P. Barely 4 hours of sleep? Yeah, sure, ok. He kind of stumbled his way back into his room, flopping out on his bed. He couldn’t be bothered with the covers, of course, so he just drifted off, his tail going straight up off the bed just before he went to sleep. And as he drifted off into the restless sleep he was used to, his tail drifted back down and over his right hip. In the morning, as usual, he’d just find himself all tangled up in the sheets and blankets anyway.

Dayne slept fitfully, as was his usual. His legs and arms went everywhere as he slept, his whole body flailing at times too. He seldom dreamt on such nights, or at least he could almost never remember the dreams he had. That Sunday night, though, he did have a couple of dreams he remembered the next day, and took as a positive sign. One was about his audition, which he crushed like a hideous bug! There wasn’t any standing ovation, of course, but the person he was auditioning for just couldn’t ever find anyone in the room full of hopefuls that could compete with his smile, his flexibility, and his drive. Those kinds of dreams were never unwelcome.

The other dream, though, was just weird. Weird with a capital ER as his ex used to say. He got the job, and it turned out to be a travelling show that would keep him employed, and well-off for at least 14 months. He loved the man that got him on stage, and loved to feel the magician moving him into the various cabinets for the illusions. He saw what he knew, though he had no idea how or why, was his loving and devoted mate helping the magician out with the various tasks. And a couple of times, his mate also went ‘under the saw’, to do wrong assembly tricks, which were always very popular. He was sliced into pieces, and put back together, to much applause and even a few jeers when his magician did something a bit underhanded, like tickling his poor paws as they were held in a cabinet. But since it was dream logic, and everything was entirely ‘fine’ in this dream, he didn’t even realize he should possibly be concerned that his ‘mate’ was a wolf type that he never met. Nor that that wolf was completely covered in glossy black rubber with a slight sheen of gold flakes showing in reflection. And of course, it was entirely fine that when he looked at his own hands and arms, they too were covered in rubber with the soft gold metal flake effect. Only, instead of black, he was wearing a deep pink that was nearly crimson. And there were no fingers visible on his arms, just a smooth almost flipper-like area. When he flexed this little paw or flipper or whatever, his mate took it as him waving to the wolf, who waved back subtly, and Dayne didn’t think anything of it that the wolf was also without separate digits. Due to his sleeping, Dayne was completely unaware that he was erect and dripping the entire duration of that second dream. The pre disappeared into his fur, and would just be washed away in the morning.

Rolling out of bed, or at least out of the half-cocoon that his sheets and blankets formed around him all night, Dayne saw he still had several hours before the audition. So, he was able to take his time with his morning stretches. He always stretched before anything like coffee or tea or water entered his body. He always felt better with an empty stomach bending in half and more. Using his bands and various tools he was able to give himself a very thorough stretching of both legs and torso. With that done, though, he headed into the kitchen to grab his breakfast and his tea. He found his good luck tea, the Constant Comment still good in the little box. Making a double, he set about fully waking up and eating. When finished, he saw that 3 and a half hours remained before the auditions started. Shopping time! he thought happily.

Grabbing a quick shower, and a stronger blow-dry in the bathroom, he emptied both fur traps into the trash. All that fur that kept washing out was normal, he knew. And he came from a line of strong fur-keepers into old age, so he wasn’t worried about the future. He just sometimes had a weird little part of his brain that kept claiming that that particular bunch of fluff was what he needed to be a great dancer, and letting it go was going to ruin him. He never suffered from anything like that, and he knew it, so it was just one of those stupid anxieties that are easily stuffed back into their corners and ignored.

Dayne put on his good belt, then the tights, then a pair of sweatpants over the top of them. He put on a loose T and then his good luck sweater over that. Heading out, he grabbed his bag with the headshot (in a plastic sleeve of course), and headed down to the corner market area. There were 5 or 6 food stalls where he could get some fresh produce, a butcher’s store, and a couple of restaurants of which only one was open this early. He was careful not to have anything to give him Dead Tiger Breath, but he had some nice neutral fruits at least. He just started wandering around again, nodding to the various folk he saw here and there, waving a few times to someone he kind of half-knew. He thought he spotted some kind of illicit activity/deal going down, and turned on his paw and walked back the other way. Better to just not get involved.

Puttering around and heading into a couple of shops he hadn’t been in previously was a great way to distract the tiger, and keep his mind ready for the stress of the audition. Always had to look relaxed for them. Relaxed but eager, hungry even. If you were too relaxed, it told the people watching that you didn’t really care about their passion project. If you were too eager, it could come across as desperate, and also would possibly make you fuck up the easiest of passes. Better to be about half way on both, and let the audition run its course normally. Confidence was never a problem, so long as it didn’t drift into arrogance. And having a late morning of simply walking and looking, checking out the cute lynx and lion that were clearly together, watching the city coming alive for another day... All great ways to just let time slide past, and keep himself ready for the performance.

His phone went off, informing him that he was down to an hour before the call started. He was sure he would have to wait behind 10 or more men anyway, but he hurried back home and dropped off all his purchases. Grabbing some mints and a pack of gum, he started to chew as he walked to the address. As he thought, this was in the part of the area that was under consideration for gentrification, but for whatever reason, it just kept resisting. 

Part 2 - Audition

The rather bland grey, weather-stained building stood defiant in the middle of the block. Surrounded by buildings of the same generation and general aesthetic didn’t really help the dour, just-fucking-try-it face of the block. Well, Dayne would certainly respect that feeling – he would fight claw and fang if his landlord tried to evict him just to make more money from other people. Dayne gave the wall a soft pat before he pulled open the door, and started heading up the stairs. He knew better than to assume that elevators in this part of the city would be fixed immediately if they broke down. Besides, he was able to flex his calves and glutes as he climbed. Got the blood pumping a bit, and of course he just had to pause at a couple of the floor landings to do a little flourish and spin before continuing. Valz would tease him mercilessly about those little games he played, and occasionally he missed the older elk. But today he was focused, and he wanted to put on the best performance possible, so he wanted to get his silliness out a bit before he had to do a show.

Arriving at the 7th floor, he opened the door and immediately smelled the other males down the hall. That acrid, anxious, tinny smell some folk got when they were very nervous or excited. It always reminded Dayne of those backrooms near closing at those bars Valz liked so much. Those bars were gone now, and it was definitely for the best. His fur didn’t like being coated in old beer or .. worse substances. But he still inhaled the aroma of his competition, and thrilled just a bit as it gave him a little confidence boost. They were scared, while he was certain. They would fuck up, while he would land every jump or kick. Opening the door, he was rather sharply reminded he was still wearing his sweatpants.

Inside a too-small waiting room, a good dozen or so men waited for their calls. They each had their little deli counter ticket roll numbers, so he got one as well. As he strode easily to get it and register with the secretary, he saw both lions, three rabbits (they could be a problem n the flexibility and energy categories), two deer, three foxes, and a rather lean, well-defined horse all in their own tights and shirts or sweaters or, in the case of the horse, a fox and the more toned of the rabbits, nothing on top. Letting their tights show up on the shoulders was always viewed as more artistic in his circles, but he never liked that. All too often he was wearing something on top that hid everything anyway, so showing off your shoulders, for a dancer, might not be the wisest. Dayne was far from ashamed of his body, but showing too much too soon might give off that arrogance vibe.

He saw one of the only two available seats, and took it. He immediately zoned out, and started humming the music to one of his favorite musicals. He wasn’t the star in it, but he was a backup dancer for about 20% of the show, so he got a ton of stage time, comparatively. It was the jaunty bit, his right paw lightly tapping out the rhythm, his eyes closing and he started his deeper breathing exercises. He figured he’d have a good hour and a half, at least, before his turn came around. And that would be just enough time to slowly remove his sweat pants and make sure his shoes were fit and secured properly. As well as visualizing his own success again. And again.

When it was time to start, the first two applicants were called by number. Dayne didn’t really pay them much mind. He had time, and many others to wait through. Plus, the two that were called were immediately replaced by other hopefuls. He almost didn’t even hear one of the foxes express some shock at a request, asking if it was necessary to wear that when he was already wearing something. But he was informed that it was a requirement for the audition and if he didn’t want to wear it, he could simply leave and others would happily wear it for the audition. Dayne almost laughed out loud, almost shook his head. He guessed that fox didn’t have a lot of stage experience. The tiger was routinely put into bizarre costuming, and this would likely be even more extravagant because it was for a stage magic show rather than a more traditional performance. Well, sooner than later the fox would learn, Dayne figured, that costuming was one of the least intimate, least degrading things he would have to endure for pursuit of the arts.

The waiting room door opened, and a few more candidates entered. Dayne ignored them, concentrating as hard as he could on relaxing for the show, making sure every movement was precise, crisp. He heard chairs groan slightly as the new men waited for their turn. Had Dayne not been meditating, he might have realized that as soon as the secretary person called for the next two candidates, the original two hadn’t actually come through the waiting room to exit. But as it was, he simply kept visualizing his own successful audition, and paid attention only to his own breathing and thoughts.

Time seemed to both slow way down inside Dayne’s mental exercises, but also rush past for all the other men waiting. And sooner than he expected, Dayne was called with the last of the bunnies. The others had already tried and left, he presumed. Both dropped off their number, and handed in their headshots/resumes before being buzzed through into the back area. As they closed the door behind them, they were met by ... someone. Something? A large wolf waited in the middle of the hall, arms crossed and rubber covering gleaming in the harsh LED lights in the ceiling and both tiger and bunny saw a light almost sheen to the rubber containing a smattering of gold flake reflections. Dayne remembered his dream, but almost immediately pushed those thoughts down and away because he still needed to focus. Easy, friendly, warm business-like demeanor was the way to win over the other hired help after all.

The wolf said nothing, though he seemed to be smiling wide. And his muzzle was shaped, maybe contorted, into a large ‘O’ shaped tube. Thick muscles rippled under the rubber, though even the wolf’s head, hands and lower paws were all covered. The wolf turned, motioned for them to follow, and he led them both into the last door before what was obviously the stage entrance. The tiger and bunny exchanged brief glances as they walked, both equally confused by this reception. Glancing back at the wolf, they were both struck by the high, tight presentation of the wolf’s ass. Clearly the rubber was sculpted to highlight that part of him, though of course his legs were also rather thick. Dayne tried his best to keep his calm, and not let this throw him.

Inside the room, there was a double bed, with the bedding in a heaped mess in the middle of the bed. Dayne understood almost immediately – the number of days he woke up to that same type of mess in his own bed were beyond count. The rabbit looked a little more scared now than nervous, but he simply chewed on his lips rather than ask. The wolf seemed oblivious to the bedding. Maybe the wolf slept here, Dayne thought, and he, too, was quite used to this. Either way, the wolf walked over to a hanging stand of suits of various colors. The bunny’s eyes got a bit wider at the sight, and it took Dayne a second to shake himself out of his reverie about bedding, dancer’s flexibility, and getting the job through those means instead. All the suits were different sizes as well, and if some of the wrinkles and bulges were to be believed at face value they were also for various species. The wolf pulled out a bright emerald green suit, complete with a little tail tuft off the ass for the bunny, and it looked like it might just fit the bunny. Dayne could almost smell the blush and almost hear the stammer, but the bunny clearly steeled himself and took the suit. He started to ask the wolf where he was supposed to change, but the wolf had turned his back on the bunny, who realized it was this room as the changing room. Unzipping the smooth, glossy, reflective material, he laid it out carefully, almost untrusting of the material, on the bed, and started to change, removing his own clothing first.

Dayne was presented with a blue suit instead of green. He kind of liked the way that deep indigo one looked, or the royal purple suit. But the blue was … very different indeed. Sure, it had the glossy texture, the dusting of gold flake reflections and all but it was a very light blue. Valz would absolutely have called it a “sissy blue” rather than the light powder blue it was likely normally called. But Dayne did finally become rather acutely aware that he was trying to get hard inside his dance belt. And that definitely made him blush too. He wasn’t sure the wolf would care, would comment or would even notice. He was still just waiting patiently, arms at his sides. It would be difficult to say if he was even observing them both, or just counting down on some internal clock for when they had to be done by.

Dayne started recognizing a nervousness inside himself. He barely remembered the comment made by the first pair about this. Clearly, they too had been surprised by this as attire for anything, much less a magic act. But he saw that the bunny was already sliding his larger feet into the suit, watching carefully as he was expecting the rubber to drag the fur, grabbing it and nearly pulling it out. But it didn’t. Even the bunny was surprised when it just slid up his leg, then the other. It went on like any pair of tights – snug, sure; form fitting, naturally; glossy, all the more so. It even seemed to give the bunny’s legs added definition for the dancer physique under the fur and rubber. Dayne resigned himself, and unzipped this suit and also started to strip down. As he laid the suit out on the bed, too, his gaze drifted to the bunny again, but from this angle it was clear the rabbit was also having an arousal problem. As he pulled the suit up higher, he got to his little sheath and hard shaft. Rolling it down a bit, as if to prepare to just pull it up and over, the rabbit gasped softly and found a small internal sheath for his hardness, and a small little pouch below that for his balls. Making a face, the bunny gently slid his erection into the sheath, a very small shiver running all over him as he did. A few seconds after, he tenderly pushed his balls and sack into the pouch. A follow-up shiver ran through him.

As Dayne watched the bunny continue dressing from the waist up, he too was fur-to-the-wind and with a hard feline cock out of his own sheath. He watched his hands move down slowly, the smallest tremor felt and seen when his paw pads touched the rubber material. Picking it up, he shook it open and inserted his right foot and leg down into the rubber. Much like the bunny, the impossible seemed to happen. There was no friction. It actually felt quite slick inside the material, and his foot rather too easily popped out the bottom of the leg opening. Hopping to the other foot, he inserted the left leg the same way and found it just as easily fitting through. Reaching around behind himself and feeling in the suit, he was entirely unsurprised to find a tail sheath there, waiting for his own to be inserted. That would be difficult – his tail was quite sensitive. Dayne tried to remember whether he’d noticed a tail sheath on the suit when it was just hanging up or not. His tail went down that tube of rubber very easily as well.

The bunny had finished pushing his arms and paws through the upper part of the suit now, and was moving his shoulders and upper body a bit to seat it fully on his shoulders. Dayne took mental note of that, though he had had to do something similar when he was taking a friend’s place on stage inside a very uncomfortable 2.5m tall dinosaur outfit. The shoulder harness was what allowed him to wear it and not constantly fall on his face from overbalancing, but the rig had definitely been made for someone else, and he had to just endure it. The rubber, though, seemed to very quickly fill up with the bunny’s body. As soon as he was done, the wolf came up behind him, and zipped the suit up. There was no crotch opening or zipper, so obviously these would only be wearable for a few hours at a time, Dayne thought. The wolf motioned the bunny outside, and kept himself between Dayne and the rabbit the whole time. The wolf then motioned the rabbit toward the stage side door, and nodded as it opened and then closed.

Dayne was just finishing sliding his hard cock into that sheath, and fixing his balls into the pouch when the wolf returned and resumed just placidly waiting. There was still only the sound of the creaking and popping of the rubber garment to break the silence in the room. The wolf, as with the rabbit, took absolutely no notice of Dayne’s obvious arousal, an arousal that confused the tiger a great deal. But he just kept pulling the suit up, and then pushing his arms through. As soon as he was seated inside it, the wolf took two strides around behind him and zipped up the suit. When that was done, Dayne felt a surge of heat, and almost .. stroking? along his hard cock inside the rubber. His whole body get warmer too, though not to the same degree. It’s also missing what he had thought was an undulation or grip or stroke along his cock, but that stopped a few seconds after it started so it was probably just his nerves and lack of experience with rubber.

The wolf walked around in front of him again, and just stood there. A rubber statue that if he hadn’t seen him DO things, Dayne might have considered him to be literally just a statue. He barely saw the wolf breathe, and when he was relaxed like this, it was almost eerie the degree with which his entire form minimized motion. Not even balancing sways or micro-jerks happened. Dayne was unsettled from this, but he caught his breathing again and slowed it down, and focused somewhat on that instead. He knew he was up next, and he dove into the ‘final’ preparation effort for the audition. He couldn’t hear any of what the rabbit was told or did, but that didn’t matter. Only his demonstration would matter. And his would be the only one the magician or casting agent remembered. If only Dayne had seen the top of the rabbit’s suit, or could see his own, he wouldn’t have been quite so calm. The zippers were black, and obvious, against the color of those rubber suits. But at the pull tab of the zipper itself on both of them, now, the rubber had flowed over and sealed it off.

In the silence that followed, Dayne let his mind wander as much as it could back to his visualization of his winning this audition. Being hard would make things a bit trickier, but he’d had successful shows when hard in the past. Especially when he was in Wicked, and that damned jaguar was in the full spandex monkey suit, he couldn’t stop himself. Such a wonderful curve to the legs and ass. But he was able to mostly yank his mind back to the focus it needed. Only a small part was left wondering what the rubber sheath might do to his hardness if he had to do a lot of jumps.

No sign of the bunny coming back through the wings, but Dayne definitely heard the “NEXT!” shouted from the audience seating. He looked at the wolf who remained entirely impassive and unimpressed. The wolf took a half step back and to the side, motioning for Dayne to proceed. So he did, walking as confidently as he could in this shiny rubber suit.

Emerging onto the stage proper, Dayne tried to keep any confusion or surprise from his face. There were a couple of spots on him, sure, for the general visual of the performance. Very standard. There was that damned red light a few feet from where he was clearly meant to stand for the audition and Q&A. As he approached, he noticed a simple standing cabinet, with 4 cut lines across it. He recognized that illusion, certainly. Further away from it, and behind the cabinet was a horizontal box with 3 cut lines in it. He recognized that too, though why three pieces instead of two he couldn’t fathom.

A clear, strangely resonant voice spoke out, “Your name, please?”

“Dayne Fardello.”

“And why are you here?”

“In answer to your ad seeking a new, male assistant for your magic performances.”

“This audition will be relatively standard. We’ll try you out on the two cabinets you can see, to make sure you fit well enough in them. Your stage performance and presence will be key, so make sure it seems you are eager and pleased to enter the boxes. My show is a higher energy affair that caters only to a very select clientele, and they will accept no hesitancy or distaste on your face.”

“Certainly.” Dayne tried his best, whitest-teeth grin of happiness as he accepted that criteria. The ad was pretty specific after all.

“Very well. Enter the vertical cabinet. There are handles inside the doors so you can pull them closed around you.”

Dayne moved with a practiced, easy grace toward the “Zig-Zag” box. He almost lost his cool for a second as he realized he could see his own golden flake reflection in the shine of the cabinet face. But he immediately whipped his arm around, and his leg up, as if discovering the cabinet in some hidden but delightful corner of his favorite aunt’s attic. On point, he slid into the cabinet, trying for his best, broadest smile, feeling around and finding the small wooden knob handles inside to pull the cabinet shut. He waited like that, his face showing, his upper paws sliding through the small openings for them, and his lower paws held nicely in the open. Obviously, this was a magician used to dealing with the non-humans as the lower part of the cabinet was actually standing up off the ground by higher sides and back, with the paws exposed through smaller openings below.

That same voice rolled over him. “Very good. Please exit the cabinet.” As Dayne did as he was told, someone came down the aisle at a brisk but strangely unhurried pace. Walking around the side to the stairs up to the stage, this person was wearing just running tights and a loose sweater. The sleek glossy black of his outfit caught the tiger’s eye, of course. And the “impure” thoughts rolling suddenly through his head caused his shaft to pulse a few times in the rubber sheath. Dayne was far too distracted trying to nail the audition to feel how his cock was reacting. The rubber had actually started feeling like it wasn’t even there anymore – his little flourishes to get into the cabinet were done as readily as if he was still wearing his best tights and lucky sweater.

The man rolled the box around the cabinet, and paused with it about 1 meter away from Dayne. He wasn’t a huge man, not in the package department, not in the height department, not in the bulk department. But he was fit, lightly muscled, and very sure of himself. Dayne definitely felt himself caught in staring into the man’s grey-green eyes for a moment longer than necessary. The lids were opened without too much flourish, but then, the man wasn’t exactly auditioning for his own show now was he. With the press of a small button, a very small set of rungs slid out and down, springing out as they did so he could easily climb up and get into the furniture.

The man held out his hand to Dayne, to ‘assist’ him into the box. Looking down into it, Dayne saw what he more or less expected. The box’s seams inside seemed to have .. ‘too much’ in common with the outside. Giving someone in the audience what they expected to see inside the illusion devices just meant they’d give a more reliable review of the sturdiness and non-tricked part of the box. He also saw the two thin cutouts for his lower paws, so he angled himself down toward that. He didn’t forget to smile, and seem very pleased to be there. Though, as he laid down, he did suddenly experience a weird shiver run through him as he settled onto the bottom. There was a small flash in the man’s eyes that might well just have been that stupid spotlight way up on the stage. Did they not know about the orange or lime green gels here? They would make this whole thing look more exotic. Ah well, amateur hour.

The man set about examining Dayne’s position within the box, checking for spacing between his arms and the sides, his feet and the bottom, even his neck and the slot for it, all to be sure there wouldn’t need to be any customizations made. “Just keep smiling,” Dayne heard, and obeyed. The lid was closed, and the three parts of the lid were latched closed. “How’s that feel?”

“Actually rather relaxing.” And it did. He wasn’t in danger of falling asleep or anything, but he’d made it this far, and so far it was just like any other eccentric audition. At least this would have some really fun beauty pics that could be sent to various nephews and nieces and such. His family ran from detached coolness to fevered bliss at his career choice. But it was always nice to throw red meat to the fans in the family, and these could definitely be knock-out deliveries.

The man nodded, walked down and around, checking his lower paws for something, but not actually moving them around, or checking the fit through the openings. He continued circling, though the sides only required him to open the access panels to see the tiger’s body inside the box for the discriminating viewer. Dayne fully expected there would naturally be those fake arms and legs made for those panels to “show” so the audience would be better able to believe what they wished. Dayne did not, however, fail to notice the rather obvious bulge that had appeared in the man’s pants. Laying on his back, and his eyes naturally following this man as he walked, and ending up a couple of dozen centimeters from his crotch, Dayne would be hard pressed to miss it. He took that arousal as a very good sign indeed.

Finally, the man unlocked the lid, and offered his hand to Dayne once more. The tiger took it, feeling some warmth from the contact that wasn’t there the last time. He noticed the man was looking at him again, the rubber, the fur, the paws, as if taking measurements in his mind. Dayne didn’t mind though. He found he kind of liked being looked at by the man this way. His own erection hadn’t vanished yet, though he was scarcely aware of it still.

The man said finally, after Dayne was on the stage again, “Thank you, Mr. Fardello. We have 2 days more of open auditions, then we’ll have the final 6 candidates return Thursday morning at 10am, here. So far, I’m quite impressed with your performance, but I do need to watch the rest of them. We anticipate taking 2 candidates per day for the final on Thursday. More information will be given when appropriate, should you remain one of the top two for the day. Thank you for your time.”

Dayne just looked at him. 6 finalists on Thursday? And he was already one of the two from today? He definitely liked those odds. “Thank you very much, Sir. Now, about ….” his voice trailed off as he lifted his arm and leg again, indicating the rubber of the suit.

“Oh, no, they neglected to put it in the ad again, didn’t they. The suit is yours, regardless of how you do at the audition. My apologies for not informing you prior. Feel free to wear it until you hear from me regarding Thursday.”

“Thank you, Sir. It’s quite comfortable.”

“I’m very pleased to hear that.” The man started moving about, resetting everything on the stage, and then walking back to his initial place in the seats.

Dayne was just on Cloud 9. The man liked his performance, his visualizations had clearly helped! He walked off stage through the curtains as he’d entered. Only, he walked off the other side of the stage. A grizzled polar bear mostly chuffed something unintelligible and motioned off toward the bright green EXIT sign. Dayne noted a few other doors down the corridor, but paid them no attention. He pushed the door open, and emerged out the stagehand door in the alley. An alley that was at least vaguely clean and not reeking of intransigent piss.

Heading home, Dayne was just so pleased he couldn’t be bothered with the funny looks his outfit got him. He wasn’t exactly skipping, but he wasn’t exactly just walking either. It was a kind of energetic gait that you might see in a dog that was so happy to be doing its tricks that it couldn’t remember exactly how one paw went in front of the others all the time. Getting home, Dayne just went to bed. He wasn’t sleepy as such, but laying down like this put him in mind of that box again. And his hand went to his encased shaft finally, free to express that heat that had been present at the beginning and never quite went away.

As his hand caressed, pushed, traced and squeaked along the outline of his hard cock under the rubber, his mind was awash in a heady bliss from the audition. He was so distracted by the feel of that box, that cabinet that he didn’t notice his analytical part being drowned out that the Zig-Zag cabinet wasn’t big enough inside for him to turn to the side after all. There was just enough room inside for him, and even turning to the side was .. iffy for the space available. But his fingers just pressed harder along the length, the soft reflected glow of gold making his fur light up a bit. He couldn’t care about such things. He had a great audition. He felt sure he was going to get a call for Thursday. He was sure.

He was so sure, he barely heard the voice on the other end of the call that only semi-roused him from his sleep. He mumbled, “Of course, Sir. I’ll be first in line, Sir. Thank you, Sir! Yes, Sir, the suit is wonderful! Thank you once again Sir!” He was too drowsy to notice that most of the back of each upper paw was now covered in that same sparkly and glossy rubber. Just like he wouldn’t notice in the morning that the suit’s neckline had grown to cover the tiger’s entire neck and was even just starting to creep up over his mandibular joint. But these weren’t clean lines, like there was some sort of garment extending from the suit itself, but rather a kind of wavy, rounded growth of the suit over his hands and up his neck. But, as he drifted back to sleep, his fingers once again found that hard outline and continued to lazily rub and stroke it, continued what he’d been doing since getting home.

The next couple of days seemed to go much the same. Dayne wasn’t really awake that he could remember. Sure, there were some vivid memories that bubbled up, such as that old vixen that stuck her annoying nose into everyone’s business bitching at him for being so lewd on the street. There was that very odd look the oryx running the Quick Shop a few blocks away gave him when he bought some condoms, a huge energy drink, and a bottle of decent tequila. And, of course, each morning there were memories that his aching knees gave him, of some of the seedier gay bars around, of those massive muscled bulls that were only too happy to use his muzzle for all they wished. Their cum and then their piss delivered a marked improvement in how his body felt. He felt particularly energetic yet still strangely only half conscious on those following days, as if his mind wasn’t working correctly, but his body felt great. But those memories he wrote off as just dreams, very vivid dreams. After all, the knees of his rubber looked like they did the minute he put it on – glossy and flawless.

Part 3 - Preliminary “Illusion”

Thursday morning dawned much like the rest of the week had. It was a sunlit, very lightly breezy day. Dayne idly wondered if there was some requirement at the weather department for this time of year. But then he lost that thought as he rolled over and out of bed, standing, stretching, doing his typical morning stuff. Only, as he was walking, yet again his mind seemed to only be about half ‘on’. It didn’t stop him trying to make some coffee, but those rubber fingers on his hands made that tough. Adding water to the machine and the pot nearly slid out of his hands. He wondered when he’d be getting the texture to his shiny paw pads, but didn’t think about that too long either. Like a thrust of a spear, he remembered that this morning was the final audition! And he knew he had to be completely ready, and soon!

Not bothering to measure out grounds or put the filter in, the tiger just turned and walked briskly over to the bathroom to grab his shower. Turning on the water, he couldn’t be bothered to wait for the water to warm up, and simply stepped in. He grabbed the shampoo, figuring he’d start there. If the rest of his slick body needed any additional cleaning, he’d just use the soap then. Starting with his head, Dayne used shampoo all the way over his head, his slightly longer, much thicker muzzle, making sure to clean those soft lips at the end of that reshaped tube. Dayne didn’t think anything of it, the tube that his muzzle had become. More like that rubber covered wolf he met at the first audition, just a nearly solid tube that his lips could only just cover. But when he relaxed his lips, they simply pulled back, exposing his tube for others to see, that silent & needy invitation to use it. He didn’t pay any attention as he soaped up three fingers of his paw, and slid them in and out of his oral tube. He flexed his lower hole, knowing that it, too, had become just a pleasure tube that his rings and sides could clamp down on an inserted object with relative strength, but when he relaxed, his lower opening was just barely covered by that rubber pucker. A fact that he still delighted in, and couldn’t wait to feel more thorough use of than had been happening.

Down the rest of his rubbery body he went, efficiently and thoroughly lathering up each part, and watching the shower clear off the waste and dirt. He was careful to pay extra attention to his crotch, sliding his nearly smooth paws down and around the outline of his still-hard cock, still encased in the rubber there. Long squeaky noises and some indelicate pops accompanied his motions as his hips almost involuntarily rolled and twisted, trying to force more of that lovely, sensuous contact. Seems his shaft still liked being in rubber, hidden mostly away. And Dayne was pleased too of course. The magician would need him like that for the performances. The tiger doll also soaped up those same three fingers again, and slid them into his lower hole, washing it out as well. The hips’ motions and his generally thrilled motions and moans were much louder, more pronounced than when he simply washed out his oral tube. Dayne doll knew what it was for, and things inserted into the lower tube were definitely highest on that list.

Because he was without any fur to trap dirt, shampoo, lather or anything, he was done cleaning himself up in a couple of minutes. He didn’t even register the cold water, nor its shift up toward the hotter side. It was just water, it just helped him clean up and be ready for the day. And Dayne was happy with that too. Stepping out and letting the blow dryer go over his whole body was a sensual pleasure he’d not had before. It felt like the Magician was touching him all over at once, or maybe his beloved Gregor licking his rubbery body clean again and again, also all at once, and he didn’t mind at all! But he also knew he’d promised to be first in line, so he almost lept out of the bathroom when the water was gone from his glossy skin.

Looking at the clock, Dayne realized he only had about 2 hours to get to the office for his follow-up audition. He moved quickly around his apartment, straightening up the furniture, doing a quick wipe down of most surfaces, making his bed. A small, easily discarded part of his mind registered that the bed looked barely slept in, as if the rubber tiger had simply lain precisely where he was and didn’t toss and turn all night. His little bout of clean took only about 20 minutes, but he was moving with greater urgency now. He grabbed a towel, draped it over his neck like a scarf, and considered his sweats, his shirts, his pants, his boots and decided against all of them. Magician never told him to bring anything else, so he just assumed only his body and his oddly round and wide smile would be needed this time. He tried to concentrate on his dance routines as he left his apartment. He closed the door soundly, realized he left his keys inside, and then simply shrugged. No time he thought, and simply left the apartment unlocked, but at least the front door was closed. As he kept trying to run through his dance moves, his songs, all his training, he found that it was all but impossible. Other thoughts kept shoving their way in.

He found himself thinking of how he’d look under the spotlights, how sparkly and rubbery he would look. He thought of where and how to stand by the furniture, whichever was needed for that particular performance. He understood that Magician would change up whichever tricks were done at any one performance and any one stop, and he’d just have to roll with it. Even if it was something new, something only his lover Gregor had tested out. Questioning or even disobeying Magician was not something Dayne considered any longer. He knew Gregor wouldn’t do the trick wrong, of course, neither of them could. And it was always nice to imagine that thick, large wolf laying where he was now, feeling those blades slicing him into neat tidy pieces for the delight of the audience. Besides, it was rather unlikely he and Gregor wouldn’t be on the same tour together. 

Magician would need one of them to handle the assistant duty of moving and prepping the devices, while the other was on stage submitting to the tricks and helping the OOoooooo’s and Aaaaaaahhhhh’s turn into applause. Applause meant support, and support meant he and Gregor would be in each other’s arms later that night, most likely. Or at least one would be holding some parts of the other. As always, it was up to Magician.

Dayne seemed to have a much easier time getting to the office today. It wasn’t so much that there were fewer people, and fewer traffic jams. Those were just a common occurrence. But somehow, he just seemed to glide through them, as if his rubberskin were making things easier for him. There were, as always, some very disapproving looks, scowls, and even one raised fist with threatening words. But Dayne just couldn’t be bothered. He only had just over an hour and a half to walk those 8 remaining blocks, so he didn't dare slow down for anything. At the corner lights, while he waited for the crosswalks’ turn, he would be bouncing on his paws, the complete smoothness there with no separate digits, no claws, just little booties of glossy rubber giving an odd sight, but it was clear that he was in a hurry. So clear that most seemed to just slow down a bit, so he could walk as quickly as he felt he needed. Anything to cover those few blocks remaining. He was absolutely NOT going to be late. Not to this. Not when his dream of being a permanent assistant was now within his paws’ grip!

As Dayne rounded the last block, and saw the door on the ground floor of that building, his heart skipped two beats, and … a rather unsavory feeling of betrayal and urgency filled him. That fucking bunny was here too! And in a very light yellow rubber coating! How fucking dare…!!!! Dayne started running now, as fast as he could, sprinting to cover more ground. Of course that was foolish. The bunny was practically inside when Dayne saw him at all, but that didn’t stop the adrenaline super-charging every artificial fiber of Dayne’s rubbery form. The bunny turned his own glossy head toward the tiger those long ears perking up sharply at the sounds, and Dayne saw him give a very evil smile on the tube it also had like Dayne and Gregor, a rather unkind finger gesture, and suddenly all Dayne saw was that tiny little tuft-sleeve over the bunny’s ass disappearing behind the closing door.

As Dayne swore, he poured whatever energy he could into his running. And, then, of course. Of course. Of course he heard Valz laughing at him in his head. That memory of being outrun by another of those damned long-ears, and Valz couldn’t stop giggling at his plight. He wasn’t necessarily mean about it, sure, but Dayne did assure the older elk that nothing could beat the tiger for outright speed when it was time. Bah! No time for such thoughts, though! 

The door was completely closed for about 2 seconds before Dayne arrived and tried in vain to rip it off its hinges to bound up the stairs. He heard his rubber paws squelch-squeaking as he took them 2 at a time, but then, then he heard in diminishing volume the sound of two smaller, “cuter” paws doing the same thing up the stairs. Fuck!! He was going to lose to a long-ear, AGAIN! As Dayne kept bounding up the stairs, his breath coming in long, deep draws, he wasn’t aware of the complete lack of burning in his thighs, or glutes, or even in his lungs. He kept moving at the same pace, step after step, until he reached the right floor. Once again, as he pulled up at the door, he could smell .. someone? something? in the little waiting room. But it wasn’t like before. Now, it was a cool, slick kind of smell. A relaxed anticipation smell.

As he opened the door, he saw 4 other rubber creatures before him already waiting their turn. He didn’t recognize any of them, though, from Monday. Obviously his counterpart from Monday’s auditions came after his turn. Well, it didn’t matter. He saw a couple of open seats, and took one as far from that damned rabbit as he could find. He was pretty sure he couldn’t trust himself around that long-ear right now. That yellow and sparkly rubber covering all of it, those long lower paws… Dayne kept seeing himself angrily licking every inch of each of those paws, over and over, moving the bunny around here and there, firmly, to make sure the rabbit doll got the best tongue worship he could deliver. Then moving roughly up behind the bunny, his tongue darting out from his  tube of a muzzle darting out and licking in long, languid strokes across the rabbit’s rubbery entry under his tail, feeling what he knew would be the same kind of tubular entry that the tiger now had under his tail. Fucking bunny would deserve it too! I mean, Dayne even knew what he was doing, sitting there, one leg over his lap, his large paw very slowly, silently swaying in an imaginary breeze, the rabbit’s left hand very lightly fanning it as if it got overheated by running so much faster than the tiger…. Dayne caught his oral tube watering a little as he saw himself taking his revenge on that long-ear, those licks to the rabbit’s body longer, firmer, more slutty. Exactly what that other little fuckdoll would deserve!

Dayne’s tail acted on its own. It had more or less remained high and to the right along his back since he woke up, exposing his own entry to all, but now the tip kind of dipped and flipped just a bit. A sign of purest ease and relaxation. Though he was still gloating, the bunny did see the tailtip, and suddenly Dayne realized that the bunny was having similar thoughts of punishing the tiger with his tongue and paws and such. They both stared daggers at each other, their long tube-like muzzles generating all sorts of fresh super slick “saliva”. They could smell the aroma off each other, making it abundantly clear what they were thinking. The feedback loop started to infect a couple of the others in the room, their own gaze either on the paw or the tailtip, their own tubes making more and more slick saliva.

That sensuality build up continued for a few minutes. Then the little receptionist window opened up, and the human inside said, “Dayne, Brruette, please go through to the stage. You’re up.” The window slid shut, and it was a small effort that brought both the tiger and the bunny to their senses again. They broke eye contact and kept away from each other as best they could while they walked through to the stage. The big wolf was there, again, but this time instead of just kind of standing and imposing, it walked up to Dayne and all but ignored the rabbit. The rabbit, for its part, just kept hop-walking toward the stage, oblivious of what the other two were up to. 

Dayne blinked a couple of times, sighing deeply, dreamily, whispering, “Gregor my love! You came to my audition!” The two met and embraced like old lovers. Long, deep kisses, their rubbery arms creaking and popping and snapping along each other’s backs and sides. Gregor’s hands drifted down to Dayne’s ass, gripping and kneading and rubbing them lewdly. Neither seemed to notice the rest of the universe for their reunion like this. But, of course, there was a commanding coughing from the stage area, and Dayne sighed as he looked over that way. Gregor nodded, and Dayne whispered, “Wish me luck, my love.” Gregor didn’t say a word. But, the meaty *THWAP* of his hand across Dayne’s ass sent the requisite message. Dayne would surely have blushed if such were still possible as he hurried onto stage, his tail swaying just that little bit more from the refreshing feeling of his lover’s hands all over his rubbery body.

Dayne homed in at once on Magician, there, silently guiding the bunny to step into the Zig-Zag cabinet. He walked over as the long ears found the two small crescent openings in the top to poke through. Retrieving a steel rod, he slid the metal down through the locks, truly locking the rabbit into the cabinet. He said nothing, at all, but picked up the first blade, and slid it through the rabbit’s legs. Dayne somehow expected that warm little moaning-grunt of the bunny as it was sliced clean through. With his hands above and below the next slot, the rabbit clearly was taking a moment (with the hand below the blade line) to pay some attention to his own erection, obviously teasing his hardness inside his suit of rubber. With the blade readied, though, Magician cleared his throat again, a bit impatiently, while the bunny put his forepaw back where it belonged. Then with a soft push, that blade slid through the rabbit’s arms and mid-chest, making him into thirds. The rabbit’s head and upper paw retained ‘life’, but the lower paw and the bunny’s foot-paws were … stationary. As if it were a rubber statue, or glued and fixed into place. The rabbit definitely didn’t seem to notice, or if it did, to care. Just another of those passionate grunt-moans.

Dayne watched the rubbery bunny try and lean forward slightly to maybe get a kiss from Magician. But he couldn’t lean forward very far at all because the blade had sliced through and had restricted his movement, and he didn’t get the kiss. Magician did reach in and stroke the rabbit’s rubbery muzzle, even tantalizingly running a fingertip around the smaller tube that his mouth and throat had been remade into. But when he stepped away, Dayne watched something quite odd happen to the bunny. Two ‘other’ assistants, both of whom also wore only rubber, came from behind a different pair of curtains on the stage. They approached the bunny’s box, and opened each of the access doors carefully, lifting out the various pieces of the bunny. Even more needy, wanton groans came from the rabbit as his parts were lifted and treated like the toys and furniture they’d become. Both of the men, for they were definitely humans rather than animalians like he and Gregor, carried their parts of the bunny over to a thick, sturdy trunk like one might send or pack photography equipment in for maximum safety. The tiger was not surprised by this. He wasn’t even aware he should be surprised by this. He knew they were part of Magician’s production staff, of course, since they too were covered in rubber, and had oral tubes like his own, and like his beloved Gregor were also completely smooth and featureless between their thighs. But there was a key difference there too in that they were just glossy but non-sparkly rubber. Obviously they were backstage staff, not for the spotlight.

The two men fitted the parts of the rubbery rabbit into the foam cutouts for the parts, and then stacked up the layers of foam into the case. Buckling it shut, Magician walked over and slid 4 heavy weight locks through the buckles, and locked it shut. “Very good. See this doll gets to Manitoba by the day after tomorrow. Fresz will want his new rubberslave as soon as possible.” The two men nodded silently, and wheeled the case out on the dolly to get it into the shipping system. Magician turned and regarded Dayne as Gregor came up behind them both from that little changing room, and retrieved the blades and reset the cabinet. Dayne watched his lover from the corner of his eye, just wishing he could once again hold that lovely, wonderful wolf in his arms for a few hours.

“And that brings us to you. Dayne, wasn’t it?”

Dayne simply nodded, and looked over Magician from the shoulders to his boots. His eyes lingered only slightly over the man’s obvious arousal in the stage pants he wore, but Dayne knew he’d receive that only when Magician decided he’d earned it. The rubber tiger simply kept his eyes downcast, never rising above Magician’s waist.

“Gregor told me, Monday, that it felt you would be the best candidate for our show.” Dayne simply gave a quarter nod. Of course Gregor would have said so, they’d been together for years now. Magician continued, “It felt the same after each of the audition days. So, I’ve selected you for the role.” He walked over, and Dayne caught the small flick of his hand indicating where the rubber tiger should walk, and should get into the horizontal cabinet. This one, unlike the previous, had 6 slots for blades in the top and had small ‘windows’ on the top of each segment that would form when all blades were placed properly through the doll. Dayne would have given a VERY hard ovation to it if his cock weren’t still hard already. It walked over, and as Magician opened the lid, and had the little stairs pop out from underneath, it was already climbing in before the doll had time to reach out and touch each of the slits. 

Dayne doll thrilled to have Magician touching its rubber body, holding a rubber paw as the tiger lay down, expectantly. Dayne felt his arms moved for him into small clamps on the sides of the box, a box that again was too narrow for him to roll over, or away or any of the usual illusion tricks. Then he felt his legs also getting clamped down firmly. His lower paws and his head clearly had their own slit, but were also ‘exposed’ by being boxed only on the three sides. The blades came quickly enough, and Dayne couldn’t believe the sensation of pleasure, and carnal heat that flowed through his legs as they were severed like the bunny’s were. Just clean, easy pressure, and {shink} they were parted. The tiger doll could still feel the parts as they were separated cleanly and Magician took an extra second to caress them both, but the doll could not control them. And the fundamental fact of that in itself set its dildo almost vibrating under the rubber, the former cock being so pleased that Dayne doll had ‘made it’.

The insertions kept moving up the box, toward his head and neck, and with each insertion he also gave a moaning grunt of bliss like the bunny had. “You see, tigerdoll,” Magician said, “I do have a very selective clientele. They demand much more than mere illusion.” Magician was about to slide a blade through his waist as he said, “And having two such wonderful toys to slice up will double my pleasure, and my clients’ delights.” Another groan as he was sliced growing deeper yet as Magician caressed the dildo under his rubber, and then another as his chest was parted into two. “None of you that answered the ad, though, will be returning to a home life other than this. Each of you received one of the suits, and all of you have been accepting them toward becoming one of these toys.” He held the last blade as he looked deep into Dayne’s eyes, the one that would sever his head and neck. “And this time next week, none of you will ever have existed.”

As Magician slid the final blade home, Dayne suddenly felt like he’d been snapped out of a dream. His mind was no longer cloudy. He could think, collate, and process. And he could remember. He could remember all those times the last few nights he’d gone out to those shitty bars. The times he had begged, on hands and knees a couple of times, for those bulls to use him that way! And the other rubber covered dancers/artists/performers coming down to the bathroom with him, to also get that treatment. He was able to start collating all the sensual pleasure forced on him by the suit, how his cock-turned-living-dildo was sooo hard and so eager. How when his rear tube formed, he could only fill it again and again with the toys he had around his home. Dayne was both terrified and angered at this. How the fuck had that all happened, and he couldn’t remember it?! He looked at the magician, and the realization hit him, hard. “You fucking kidnapped me! You kidnapped me and you’ve been brainwashing me!!” Dayne was so angry, so scared, so helpless that he could barely make the words clear. He didn’t stop to realize that it was likely the tube his muzzle had become that kept snapping back to an ovular tube but open when he wasn’t actively speaking. “I’ll make sure you’re locked up for life you fucking criminal!!”

The magician just chuckled softly. “Hurry up Dayne. We don’t have all day here. This is the only time you’ll be remembering your life as it was, so hurry up and get it out. As soon as this blade is removed, all that will be a forgotten dream. A wisp of thought that will be in the past and forgotten before the day’s out. You’ll be my devoted, eagerly satisfied slave, sharing your time and your space, and even parts of your body with Gregor. Your lover. Well, the fellow slavedoll slave that you love. Neither of you will be doing much of the traditional lovemaking with each other ever again either. Though I have zero doubt your parts will be the cause of much teasing, toying, and penetrations over the coming years. You made such a beautiful doll.” The magician simply stared into Dayne’s eyes, his hands resting on that 6th blade.

Dayne couldn’t believe it, couldn’t, no wouldn’t, take it in. It was too much. He remembered watching the rubber creeping up and over the organic parts of him Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday, it was down to simply resculpting his features to be what they are now. He couldn’t take in that his family would never find out what happened to him. That there might be a small cry for a few days, but in the end, he’d just be another statistic. And, he realized that there were so many more male parts for dancers and performers because if all the ones trying to audition had also become like he and that bunny and that wolf, there would be that gap to be filled. He was spinning there, in that small little open face box for his head. His eyes must have betrayed something, because the magician smiled and nodded, with a, “Yes, that’s right. We’ve been doing this for a very long time now. Don’t worry. I promise you’ll never want anything more than being what you are now, you and Gregor, for the rest of your very, very long lives.”

Magician pulled the blade free, reattaching the tiger’s neck and head. Dayne looked at Magician, and all the worry and fear and anger and despair felt like they just flushed down the toilet, and were gone. When Magician again slid the blade through, this time it was only the perfect Dayne slave doll that was left. The perfect Dayne that also watched and felt as Magician took his various parts in their boxes, and stacked them off to one side. Off set from each other, of course, to highlight the boxes’ separated state. His lower paws and his head ended up on the same level, the rest of him in the boxes making a small V under the head and paws boxes.

Dayne was then forced to watch, from his little vantage, as all the return audition folk were walked out onto stage, and put into the same Zig-Zag box that the bunny was put into. And, of course, as the blades slid into them, they too gave those same moan-groans. And they, too, were then whisked away into the shipping containers, with their own specific sized cutouts. Dayne was only a tiny bit jealous of them all. They were going to a new life, a new discovery. But then, Dayne was so very happy in his current life, the one he’s had for all this time now. And he knew his place. He knew Gregor and itself were meant for each other, they were made for each other. And that together, they made Magician very happy and proud and satisfied.

The only diversion that Dayne received during this entire affair was when Magician and Gregor were down to the last rubberslave auditioner. That glossy grey colored elk was put in the Zig-Zag cabinet as expected, though this time, he could only fit a point or two in the slots above his head, but that was enough to keep him stationary as he was sliced up. While the two rubberslaves came on to move the newly finished doll to its shipping crate, Gregor doll and Magician walked over to the tigerdoll’s boxes. Gregor reached in and slid Dayne doll’s right paw, with the small stump just a couple of inches above the ankle, and taking two steps back while doing so, lifted the smoothed rubber part where Dayne doll could watch, and started to lick it passionately. Starting with the underside, Gregor doll passionately caressed his lover’s paw with this slick, thick tongue making long motions up and down where possible. Demonstrating just how pliable the muzzle tubes were now, he even slid most of what used to be the toes into his tube, suckling warmly while tickle-licking along the underside of them. Dayne doll, for its part, was moaning and panting with the rubber-rubber contact. It loved for its lower paws to get attention like this. And it could easily recall several times where the two rubber slaves were laying out, on their backs, each with their lower paws resting on the other’s muzzle tube as they were licked and caressed. Magician was usually watching these antics with amused pleasure, watching his rubbery property caressing each other’s paws so sluttily. And that usually led to both rubberslaves getting nice meals and drinks straight from Magician’s hard shaft, which left everyone feeling warm and tingly.

Magician opened up and lifted the doll’s head out of its display box, to make sure it was clean and clear. Again, Dayne doll got a deep rush of full rubber body pleasure. It knew it was only being held by its head and its left lower paw, but the whole doll body it had now seemed to come alive with a long ripple of delighted warmth across every part of it. Magician brought its tube up, and gave it a long, deep kiss. Dayne doll tried its best to match the passion and power of the action, but of course, it was rather limited in that. Magician, though, wasn’t, and gripped Dayne doll’s head firmly in his hands, and took as long as he liked in that kiss. Eventually though that ended, and magician shifted Dayne doll’s head a bit, as Magician unzipped his pants. Hauling out the semi-hard cock that Dayne doll had already sucked dozens, perhaps hundreds of times, the doll still felt the overly slick saliva forming up inside its tube. Without getting hard completely, Magician simply slid Dayne doll’s upper tube over his cock, until the doll’s lips, such as they were, rested against his groin. Knowing what was coming, Dayne doll pushed its thick, slick rubber tongue down as far as it could, making a large-ish pool at the back of its throat, eager for Magician’s piss. When it started up, the doll started gulping, feeling it swishing down into its stomach, regardless of its current state of disassembly. But it didn’t focus on that, but rather on the warmth and filling of it all. And, feeling its lover wolf doll taking the second leg and paw out of the box and licking both soles of the paws simultaneously.

After he was done with the Dayne doll and put the doll’s head back in its display, Magician told Gregor to stow Dayne doll’s lower paws in his shipping trunk. As Gregor doll complied, Magician walked over to a different vertical cabinet, with a similar number of slits to Dayne doll’s own current situation. As soon as his lover was done with the doors and prep for those two humans, the rubber wolf walked over squeakily and backed into the cabinet that was obviously sized just for him. His eyes glittered as they caught Dayne’s, and he too was eagerly awaiting the feeling of those silver blades to part him out. As soon as Magician finished with the final blade, though, he picked up Gregor’s head box, and carried it over to a table on wheels. Magician then came over and took Dayne’s head in its box, and set it on the same table with Gregor, their wooden carrier’s touching on the side. Wheeling them back and around the stage, Magician stopped in front of a widescreen display. The two assistants were close enough that it filled most of their field of view, and when the programming video and audio started to play, they gladly let their minds empty and accepted whatever new things Magician wanted them to understand.

Lavion stood back, and to the side from his two rubberized slaves, and let the daily reinforcement training video play. He was always so pleased to set assistants to watching this because they were always even more devoted and enslaved afterward. He knew it was likely just an expectation playing out on his part – slaves could only be ‘so’ devoted after all. But at least this would distract them for a suitable time while he cleaned up and made sure all the furniture was shipped back where it belonged. He would definitely have to thank Lewr for the use of his two human slaves. Being simply obedient and not readied for the stage work made them more directly competent. He didn’t have to worry about his own assistants being extra careful with the merchandise that didn’t need that much care, but only because they were so jealous of the rubberslave that was in pieces in their hands. Lavion considered trying the partitioned training routines with the new tiger fuckdoll that offered itself. Usually, the slaves’ minds just weren’t resilient/spaced enough to permit having two fully distinct sets of training that could be controlled independently and programmed. He didn’t hold out a lot of hope for the tiger – it just seemed that having a single main personality, and expanding and shaping that one was the solution for Owning and Programming slavedolls. Within 20 minutes, all was ready and done. Now to just transport these two to the van in pieces, and get them home.

Part 4 - The Best New Life

Lavion completed the stacking and storing of both Gregor doll’s and Dayne doll’s parts. He carried Dayne’s head to the front seat, and set it down on the passenger seat, propped up a bit so Dayne could at least see some of the journey through the windshield. Gregor, though, was placed where he belonged immediately. Lavion made sure there was nothing else to do, and then sat down in the driver’s seat, placing Gregor’s head on the center console. The wolf’s eyes narrowed slightly as he prepared for the pure bliss to come. Magician slid his pants down just enough to free up his hard cock, then secured the seat belt around him, and away from his shaft. When he was sure, he picked up Gregor’s head and slid the wolf’s oral tube down over his shaft, securing the living fleshlight with his thighs holding the lower part of the neck that would normally affix to a thick pair of shoulders. The gentle undulation along the delicious shaft signaled to Magician that he was going to be properly serviced all the way home. He shifted the large van into D, and drove home while enjoying Gregor’s best.

Dayne could see the sky well enough from his seat and arrangement, but he was far more interested in the soft sounds of sexual service and obedience. He couldn’t roll his eyes far enough to see his lover’s efforts at his Owner, but he could definitely hear the work. He hoped that when they got home that Magician would be using his own rubbery body. He also couldn’t wait to see what other types of training would be required of him. He trusted Magician with his training, and Gregor with his heart, so he was quite relaxed now. He lidded his eyes as the radio played some of the electronic music he has always loved.

Lavion pulled into his driveway, and parked inside the oversized garage. He lifted the wolf’s rubber tube off his shaft, and set the head on the console again as he zipped up carefully, unbuckled the seatbelt, and opened the door. Reaching over, he slid his fingers over and around Dayne doll’s smooth rubber head, and picked the doll up, doing the same with Gregor and lifting him up. Carrying them inside, he just walked them to the small stand, with a curious box frame on it. A television screen was again just a few feet in front of this frame, a frame Dayne could swear he’d seen in the Ikea catalog as some kind of shelving. It didn’t matter though. He was soon sitting next to Gregor, their cheeks touching as the video came on. And as Magician walked away, their programming once more began, and they were simply left there, floating away on clouds of rubber and submission and obedience.

Lavion spent the next few hours retrieving his own gear from the van, and making it easy for the two slaves to get the furniture in when they were reassembled. He had time, after all. The programming would take another 7 or 8 hours, and his next show wasn’t for another 3 weeks. He used the large all-in-one computer in the kitchen to review email reservations for the show, and those customers that might already have received their new rubber dolls. Monday’s session had, after all, yielded a good 16 other former-males in their rubber that had been captured, darted, and sent along without any other preparation or programming. Sometimes the customers wanted a clean slate to start from, other times they wanted to break the slave manually, cruelly. He really couldn’t care less, of course. As long as their payment was present, they could do whatever they wanted. And several of those customers had already fulfilled the ‘final’ clause of that contract, and sent him some images of those new toys. The Magician did wonder, though, about 2 of those clients. He knew them passably well, and knew they were routinely late with their payments, complaining for months or more about their purchases being ‘not quite right’. He thought that perhaps he and one of his closer business associates might not have a new slavedoll in their near futures as well. Always helps generate new business in the right manner when other clients see what happens when you fuck around with payments and specifications of the new slaves.

Posting them to the ‘satisfied customer reports’ area of his very private server, Lavion enjoyed a fine meal of steak, garden vegetables and wine, occasionally looking over at the two slaves there. When he was finished with dinner, he simply stood up and went outside to the car, and picked up Gregor’s parts first, transporting them to a similar cabinet in his playroom to the one that he’d parted out the wolf earlier. He then closed the cabinet, and set all the blades to their correct position, waiting for the wolf’s head to conclude the programming so it could then be set on the final blade, reassemble the slave’s entire body, and it could then take care of the various chores that needed to be done. As the light faded out, Dayne’s body was also set up in a cabinet similar to its own, and again, the blades were all set to put it right as well.

He watched some television of his own, his favorite little cop procedural dramedy with the llama and the mink, and their blundering antics toward solving the crime. He checked on his phone to make sure that the payment to the local and state cops had been made so the new ‘kidnap victims’ would be treated just like all the rest. Statistics that somehow never made it to the general counts, and the files ‘misplaced’ into boxes without actually getting entered into the computer. As he relaxed in his own den, he could hear the soft moans and groans of his slavedolls in the other room. Perfect. They should be done just as soon as this episode was.

Dayne doll came back to itself as Magician was carrying its head to the rest of the rubber body. Dayne knew now that it was the best assistant possible to Magician, best slave-lover to Gregor doll. It had no illusions any longer, no coyness. It was a rubberslave and Magician Owned it and Gregor doll both. The Dayne doll remembered all its training under Magician, learning to embrace being a fuckdoll, a rubbery object, and a world-class assistant on stage. The only point of confusion, as it saw itself, was that bulge under the crotch of the hard shaft on its hips still. It saw that Magician had readied the ‘special’ guillotine, so it knew it wouldn’t be burdened with that shaft for much longer once reassembled. And that made it especially happy. Neither it nor the Gregor doll kept their former shafts long. Usually it was a form of punishment or play that Magician would require one of them to actively fuck the other for a good while. But since the shafts had become permanent dildos, they were also permanently chaste. So, it was definitely more a punishment for the one with it than the other. Being fucked is what they were made for, at least at home, after all. Other times, Magician might use it as a gag, or on a fucking machine when one of the doll’s hips and tail were separated, to maximize the attention to their lower tubes. It understood just how amazingly degrading it was to be literally fucked with its own dildo that way, and it cherished the times Magician chose to inflict that training upon it again, and again.

Dayne is made to watch the Gregor doll get reassembled first, its head resting on the blade just above its shoulders. It is, in the darker corner of its heart, a bit jealous. Usually being reassembled happens because Magician wants ‘all’ of a slave for something specific. This time, the Gregor doll is instructed to hold Dayne as its dildo is sliced away. It’s sure it doesn’t need help from its lover for that, but being able to hold each other, and kisses with their remade oral tubes, and thick, slick tongues would be nice. After all, it’s not like Dayne hasn’t already had it removed a few times before. It’s strange that the Dayne doll can’t remember exactly when it was reattached after the last time, but that’s just a fleeting thought, and it feels itself ‘reconnect’ when the blade is slid out after the others have worked their way up at reconnecting the doll.

Gregor doll helps it out, leads it over to the small guillotine, and helps it prepare. Magician walks over, of course, and does the stage ‘pull’ pantomime motions on the doll’s crotch, bringing it out of the rubber ‘cover’ it was under for the moment, and making it stand out like a tiger’s might if it were simply wearing a thin skin of rubber that made the doll quite aroused to be in that state. Both dolls walked forward just that extra step, and Gregor doll leaned over and they started kissing and stroking their partner’s neck, squeaking and creaking the rubber. The small *shink* of the blade sliding down, and Magician taking possession of that somewhat tiger-shaped dildo was not a surprise to either. The rubber flowed slightly around to leave the tiger just as smooth, just as sexless, as if it had never been made with anything there at all. Dayne doll remembered all the times that Magician had fucked it while assembled and not and the man’s hand had simply slid around and cupped that smooth, featureless mound to control the doll’s motions and increase the usability of the toy. It shuddered slightly as it remembered just how close to orgasm it always got with that grip, but of course, orgasms were for living entities, not dolls.

As Magician took the dildo and locked it away in the Insertables drawer, Gregor took Dayne’s arm, and led it out back into the house. Both dolls knew they had to get on with the various chores of the household. Much to clean and tidy and dust and wash. There was no hurry, of course, as there hadn’t been any significant ‘gap’ for the past few days – Gregor doll had done its job properly while Dayne doll was indisposed. They did smile and kiss when they could, very occasionally stroking each other’s smooth, empty crotch or very full, perky ass. Magician shook his head in amusement when the dolls neared the end of their chore time, and started trying to ‘sneak’ up on their lover to give wet, sloppy licks to their empty mounds. It never worked of course, but then, neither doll tried to prevent their lover from doing it when they were discovered anyway. Much like when they were worshipping each others’ paws with their slick tongues, it was just one of many shared pleasures for all three of them.

Magician walked up behind Dayne doll as it was folding laundry that evening. The man took his hard shaft in hand, guiding it up between Dayne’s smooth, slick cheeks, and then into Dayne doll’s body. Dayne groaned softly at this use, but only because it enjoyed it so much. Being fucked and used like this while it was doing its chores was one of the best times. It could serve Magician twice over, both as servant and as fucktoy. This time, Magician did reach around its smooth hip, and cup its empty mound, using it as a kind of control handle, to make sure Dayne doll didn’t roll around too much from the fucking. When he came inside the doll, Magician gave himself a minute to collect himself again, staying in the doll’s warm and needy hole as he softened slowly. Sliding out, he squeezed his shaft upward, milking out those last few drops into the doll’s opening before walking away.

Dayne doll was soon entirely lost in the easy, reassuring rhythm of the slavedoll. It would be used as a bondage and pain toy some days, Magician helped by its lover Gregor doll to inflict hard lessons on its gleaming form. It was, as always, up to Magician what kind of implement to use where: paddles, crops, floggers, whips, pain wheels, clamps, rope, straps, straitjackets – all were perfectly viable for the dolls’ continued training. Other days it would be the helper as Gregor doll received its training and use. And, of course, there were the special ‘bar nights’ that the dolls were allowed to run as they wished. Those nights Dayne and Gregor dolls would find themselves in those same seedy, raunchy bars, on their knees, gleefully drinking from everything pushed into them. As before, those outings left the dolls feeling nourished and full and happy in ways that carried over for a few days, maybe even a week if they were especially lucky, into brighter and happier service. 

Often throughout the days, it would be sliced into pieces, and the pieces stacked into wall displays. Magician would sometimes go for artsy displays, its feet and hands used in unusual ways to hold its head, its torso, its paws at times. Other times, it would simply be sliced into more pieces, and left ‘spread’ to one side or the other, its Owner using its head and its hips for all the sexual use and exploration they could receive. And since its Magician drank so much water through the days and evenings, both dolls were used as living urinals quite frequently as well. Both dolls understood that all this training was necessary, as was the pisspot training and cum catcher functionality to their continued life with Magician. So they never once balked at any suggestion that they were needed for urinal duty, a duty that warmed and satisfied them even more than the slutty bar nights they partook in.

Dayne learned that the fisting it knew was one of its services could be done even easier when its hips were unable to fight any longer, when sliced away from the rest of its body by the blades. And it loved watching and feeling its own ass split wide around Magician’s hand and forearm that way, only to watch and feel that stretched opening slowly resuming its ‘normal’ level of tautness, able to clamp down on Magician’s pinky quite nicely when it was emptied out. And of course, it would nearly lose its detachable mind when Magician would punch fuck its opening, the resilient ring battered into slack acceptance, forced to submit to the man that Owned the dolls so completely. But the dolls also knew that there wasn’t much Magician could actually do to them that would cause lasting harm. So they were able to embrace all this use, all this heavy bondage, all the separation with delight and ease.

Dayne doll was quite used to the parties as well. Parties where it, its lover, and other dolls from other Magicians were the main points of entertainment. Various cabinets and baskets and other forms of parting were employed to all the dolls present. Often there were games of matching up the wrong legs to the wrong hips to the wrong torso, everyone laughing and enjoying the textures of the ‘wrong’ assembly, having bumps and valleys in all the wrong places for a ‘normal’ slave. But they weren’t normal any longer, and their Owners were always delighted to share and pass around a head, or some hips for use all night long. Dayne doll always got a good deal of urine and semen injected into its parts from VERY eager Owners, and always felt amazingly strong and robust for days after as its body digested it so happily.

Other nights, Magician would have either of the dolls, or even both, in bed with him. Their limbs would be elsewhere, of course, and their heads would be on the night tables, watching whatever he did with their torsos. Often it would be fisting and fucking, but other times, it would be paddling, or even just holding through the nights. Magician was always free to use them any way he wished, of course, but it was always a fresh delight and wonder that both dolls experienced with each night they weren’t just parted out and stored. And of course, if Magician had no use for their paws that evening, he would frequently fit them into the special stands he made for their heads and their paws, such that the latter was always right in front of the former, so they could worship to their heart’s delight. And of course, on the more special days, it would be their lovers’ paws that they were worshipping, not their own.

Occasionally, Dayne doll would be called on to assist with capturing other dancers/performers into this life of enforced rubber submission and Ownership. Both that doll and Gregor doll were wearing second skins of rubber over their own rubber, and sitting in front of a very special screen that seemed to project colored lights onto their chests and abdomens as they were programmed by the regular video. They’d both float off happily into realms of weird visions, service, Ownership, permanent submission. These, though, weren’t like their own typical programming routines. Instead of seeing themselves, or each other, they were just aware of ‘someone’ that needed the suit they wore. They’d have to sit through 6 or 8 of these sessions, each time with a different ‘new’ rubber skin on their rubber. Dayne doll realized once that there was some very dim, very distant realization that this is how the new suits were readied for their wearers whenever Magician had a new order to fill. But naturally the tiger doll didn’t actually care. It was happy to help Magician, and to provide the best life possible to whomever ended up wearing that suit, whether gold flake sparkly or not, when he was allowed to shed it and put the suit onto its hanger. Dayne doll eventually even was permitted to help with the gathering of the slaves, being either the on-stage assistant for Magician, or the one doing what its lover Gregor doll had done when it was created and helping the candidates into their new suits. It was, however, never allowed to do receptionist duty.

Many many times, Dayne would be allowed to help Gregor doll and Magician with road shows, too. It was far more common for both dolls to be shipped in pieces, in their own custom cutout storage crates. Not because they couldn’t be trusted to get on planes or trains. Hell, much of the service staff was some sort of slave nowadays – much cheaper to run the business and keep services available that way. But no, it was a nice break because the dolls would receive their daily dose of reinforcement and guiding controls through the screens above your eyes, and the small speakers in the foam with them. Programmed once again in transit, reinforcing their proper status, their delight with each other, their loving devotion to Magician. They knew it was good to have the reinforcement done every day, and they had long since grown to need it too. The shows were never anything as fun as the private parties. They were sliced up, sure, and they were even misassembled at times. But they were never party prizes or toys, they were just living illusion props. Which they knew in their hearts they were always meant to be. And they never felt any concern about how often Magician would work them over, fill them, empty them, tease and torment them. They loved it, and they loved Him. And they understood they would always be the perfect devices for whatever use he wanted.