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"writing": "[b][u][center]Sucked Into Another Self\nPart 1\nFor Harute11\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe crowd at [i]Playful Times[/i] were as familiar as the back of Diz’s hand, and as often as he was staring at them at work, that was saying something. The rabbit bartender, the bull bouncer, the twink ferrets that hung out on the edge of the dance floor, and even the other bats that hung from the ceiling: he had seen them every time that he’d come to the club, and most of them were doing the same things as they were always doing. The twinks were eye-fucking the rest of the dancers, the three bats up in the rafters were teasing each other in a half-baked threesome, and the bartender was barely keeping up with the orders and the spikes meant for each. \n\nIt was familiar. It was exciting enough. Yet it still bored him. \n\nDiz sat at the bar with his head on one hand and tapping the fingers of the other against the old oak. The brown bat was looking for something new to occupy him between work and going home to his partner and their toy. Sure, he could go home now and have some fun with Doll, but that would mean doing things that he’d already done. He needed something new, something novel. \n\n[i]And not someone that I’ve already broken twice,[/i] he thought, his eyes flitting from one face to another. [i]Come on. There’s gotta be someone that I haven’t had fun with already…[/i]\n\nDiz shook his head. He doubted that he’d find anyone. After all, he and Aspen used [i]Playful Times[/i] as a hunting ground too often to expect to find anyone brand-new. After a year coming here, the chances of finding anyone but regulars was down in the basement, but there was still a chance…he hoped. \n\n[i]Doll was new, once,[/i] he thought, remembering when he and Aspen had stumbled across that one here. Well, ‘stumbled’ being a little too innocent a word. Stalked them here, more accurately, and then put them to use in a better way. He smiled a bit, his face making the tiniest of squeaks as the rubber that was part of his skin was pulled the wrong way. \n\nHe rubbed the corner of his mouth, shaking his head. That was a sign that he was very, very bored, indeed. Not that being rubberized was a problem, but some people freaked out if they weren’t aware that people like him existed. They weren’t what one would call common, after all, and while he looked like a normal brown bat from a distance, up close there were a few things that gave him away. The slight squeak of some movements, the shimmer of his ‘fur’ when one paid close attention, the fact that every inch of his face had the same sort of reflective properties as his eyes: it all added up over time.\n\nAdmittedly, he kind of liked the way that it became a game between him and the normies where he was trying to seduce them before they figured out that he was someone different. If he won, they didn’t care; if he lost, then they often backed off unless they were already into that kind of thing. Made the game more interesting and the hunt more fun to have consequences like that. \n\nBut there wasn’t much of a game to play if everyone had already been played with. Even if they didn’t remember it. \n\nDiz shook his head, turning back to the bartender. The rabbit came hopping, stopping on the other side of the bar with a glass in hand and a smile on his face. \n\n“Something you need?” he asked with that usually chirrup in his voice. \n\n“Just something strong. Not seeing anyone interesting and I might need to lower my standards.”\n\n“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad,” the rabbit said, though as ever he was already reaching for the vodka. “There’s plenty of people here that’ll have a little fun with just about anyone.”\n\n“Yeah, and that means that they’ve already had fun with just about everyone else, and I’m all that’s available.”\n\n“Ice?”\n\n“No,” Diz muttered, waving it away. “But again, strong.” \n\n“Well, you might not need it. I mean, someone just walked in.”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\nTurning on the barstool, Diz flicked his eyes over the crowd between him and the front door. More familiar faces – a wolf-pack polycule, an eagle and hawk in matching sub-hoods, and a cat and wolf that kept swapping who held the leash – caught his eyes for a moment, but then he saw the door and – \n\n“Hello…”\n\nA Dalmatian had just walked in, someone that had a couple of spiked bracelets around his arms and a leather jacket, plus a pair of tight pants that showed off just how perfect those hips were. From the right angle, they could look like a dom’s dark, tight pants that screamed how much authority the dog had, but from another, they looked like nothing less than a slutty pair of tight pants. \n\nMore to the point, he was only half-new. Diz recognized him from Doll’s phone, from way back when they’d been hunting that poor thing. Never met the Dalmatian in person, but oh, that gave him all kinds of ideas. \n\nNot least the idea of going dom-hunting.\n\nDiz’s lips pulled back just enough for another squeak as he thought about it. Doll had mentioned a dom in their life, someone that had been treating them well but not being quite so rough as they liked. That’d changed once he and Aspen got involved, but that had lingered in his mind. \n\n[i]Been a while since I got the chance to shove someone across the line. This is gonna be fun.[/i]\n\n“Do you still need that drink?” the rabbit asked. \n\n“No, I think I’m good.”\n\n“Heh, have fun.”\n\n“I intend to.”\n\nPushing away from the bar, Diz lost himself in the crowd all while keeping an eye on where the Dalmatian was going. Didn’t want to come on too strong, after all. That was a good way to lose one’s quarry, particularly when – \n\nShimmer. \n\nIt was a split-second thing, but Diz still saw it. The way that the lights danced off the Dalmatian’s ears. He was rubber, too. \n\nThings had just gotten much more interesting. After all, this one might just be worth keeping.\n\n#\n\nDanny Swift had come to [i]Playful Times[/i] with the idea of getting some action, but as soon as he walked through the door, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. At least, not the way that he had been thinking. \n\nThe loud music assaulted his ears and immediately set his skin on edge, the rubber flesh under the carefully-made-up fur twitching and wrinkling ever so slightly around the shoulders in a way that organic flesh never could. He forced his shoulders down, doing his best not to flinch as he walked through the crowd. It wasn’t easy, and he wasn’t sure that he could keep it up long enough to find someone to go home with. \n\nAnd more to the point, he wasn’t sure that he was good for someone else to go home with at the moment, either. \n\n[i]Doll…[/i]\n\nHe meandered to an open booth, sitting down and rubbing his forehead as he did so. The Dalmatian knew that the best chance to get someone to go home with him would be to hit the dance floor and move around until someone ground back against his attempts at gyrations. A physical link like that was the best way to know someone was interested. More to the point, it was less awkward and far more fun than chatting people up while walking along the bar. Heh. Less chance of getting a drink in the face, too. \n\nAs the Dalmatian got comfortable, he did his usual scan of the room. He tilted his head back, tossing one ear back and up a little to listen in on some of the conversational buzz around him. This group talking about getting some new leather in, that group talking about a cucking sort of situation, that girl thinking of spreading her legs in the bathrooms, that guy looking for someone to get his dick wet – \n\nBut it was all background at the end of the day. He lowered his ear, shaking his head. \n\n[i]Goddammit…[/i]\n\nMuch as he tried not to, he kept thinking of his old sub. Doll had been a wonderful partner, a companion as well as a tease and lover. They’d clicked so well, or he thought that they had. \n\nThen Doll disappeared. No explanation, nothing, just this emptiness that had come afterward. \n\nFor a while, he thought he’d been in love. That faded quickly enough; it hadn’t been that sort of feeling, and they hadn’t been together long enough for it to be the full thing that love was supposed to be, either. \n\nBut it had been something passionate enough to feel [i]good[/i]. It wasn’t exactly common that he felt like he really clicked with a partner, where he got to slide into his role and felt right in it. Most of the time he felt more like he was just a person filling a space until someone better came along, but with Doll…\n\n[i]Heh, didn’t even matter that I was a switch instead of a dom. Long as it worked for them, it was fun.[/i]\n\nOr at least, that’s what he thought at the time. \n\nDanny grumbled, sinking his face into his hands as what little smile he had disappeared. Ever since Doll disappeared, he’d been questioning himself. Was he just not as good at being a dom as he’d thought? Should he have been harsher? Less strict? More? What had he done that made Doll just up and leave?\n\nWhat was wrong with him?\n\nWhat was he doing wrong?\n\n[i]Maybe I should have just been like one of the other doms around here. Maybe being a switch just isn’t good enough,[/i] the Dalmatian thought as he looked around the club. [i]I mean, they’re always saying that a switch is who you settle for when all the doms are taken. Maybe that’s all it was.[/i]\n\nHe sighed; it hurt to think of it that way, but it was the least painful way of putting it. At least that way he wasn’t the one responsible for pushing Doll away. At least this way, he was still half-decent as a person. \n\nA waitress came by and asked him if he wanted a drink. He started to shake his head – \n\n“Coke on the rocks,” someone else said, sliding into the other side of the booth. “Two, actually; one for me, one for him.”\n\n“Don’t remember inviting anyone to sit down,” Danny said. \n\n“Heh, you didn’t, but you looked like you could use some company.”\n\nDanny looked up with every intention of telling the stranger to get lost – \n\nThen he saw the shine. He paused, looking down the brown-furred face to the bat’s collar, then back up again. \n\n[i]Another rubber person…[/i]\n\nNot that it meant that they would get along, but it meant that they had something in common that nobody else in the club likely would. He hesitated, then nodded at the rabbit waitress. \n\n“Yeah…two Cokes.”\n\n“On the rocks for me,” the bat said. “You?”\n\n“Straight.”\n\n“Coming up,” the waitress said before turning on her heel and walking off. \n\nDanny didn’t say anything right away. Truth to tell, he was still processing the fact that he had just met someone like him. At least, somewhat like him; there were gradients to rubber people, after all, ranging from those that were just rubber on the surface and very stretchy to those that were like him, rubber and…hollow, inasmuch has what they could fit in them and what could be done to them. He didn’t know which the bat was just yet, but judging from the shine and the way that he moved, he looked like something closer to the former. \n\nLooked confident, too. Danny looked down at the bat’s collar, back to his face, then down at the table. \n\n“I’m not looking for a dom tonight,” he muttered. \n\n“I’m not looking for a sub. I just thought you’d like some company. Particularly from someone that gets it.”\n\n“Gets what?”\n\n“How it feels to be alone. Particularly after you look like you lost something. Or someone?”\n\n“…Maybe.”\n\n“You wanna talk about it?”\n\n“…Maybe.”\n\nThe rabbit returned with their drinks. He took his, sipping it slowly. The familiar feeling of something cold rushing through his system hit him hard, making him take a moment to make sure that he didn’t show all the shivers all at once. It was the whole reason why he didn’t get ice; the drink was cold enough without it, and that level of chill would make some parts of his rubber body get a little [i]too[/i] solid inside. \n\nPushing the drink to the side, he crossed his arms and leaned on his elbows. He shook his head. \n\n“I don’t know. I thought I had a good thing going.”\n\n“And then they left?”\n\n“Mmm-hmm.”\n\n“Something happen?”\n\n“…I don’t know. I just…maybe I wasn’t good enough. I thought I was, I really did, but…maybe I was just fooling myself.”\n\n“Why don’t you tell me about it? I’ve been around the block. Maybe I can see something that you didn’t.”\n\nNormally, Danny would have told this bat to mind his own business. He wasn’t one for bringing others into his trusted circle, not without some good reason to do it, but…\n\nWell, maybe he needed someone to tell him that he wasn’t a bad person. Or maybe he was desperate. Or maybe there was just something about talking to another rubber person that brought his guard down. \n\nFor whatever reason, he laid it all out on the table. His relationships, his fears, his worries about being a switch and never quite being enough. He told this guy – this nameless bat – everything that was on his mind, everything that he felt had gone wrong, and even started to tear up as he finally talked about it. \n\nEven then, the bat kept encouraging him to let it all out, and for once, Danny went with it. He kept going until he reached the end, the whole reason that he was here. \n\n“I just need to know that I haven’ t fucked up everything,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t know what happened before, but I want to know that I can still do something. That I’m still…someone worth caring about.”\n\n“Heh, well, if nothing else, you’re definitely a catch,” the bat said, leaning against the table. “Looking at you, I bet you anything that you’d be able to go home with anyone in the club if you really wanted to.”\n\n“Flattery.”\n\n“Truth,” the bat said, shaking his head. “Part of the reason I walked over. I mean, the shine didn’t hurt –”\n\n“That obvious?”\n\n“I just know what we look like.”\n\n“Hmm.”\n\n“Anyway.” The bat put his drink off to the side and offered his hand. “Real quick. I’m Diz.”\n\n“Danny,” he said, shaking the bat’s hand. \n\n“Danny. Well, Danny. I’m something of a dom myself, as you gathered. Not completely, but, you know, mostly,” he said with a hand wobble. “And I happen to know a thing or two about putting others in their place. I can tell you right now that, no matter what you were doing, it would have been good for some and bad for others. And from what you’re telling me, you were doing everything right.”\n\n“Then what went wrong?” Danny muttered, looking down at the table. “I mean, I don’t mind the break-up –”\n\n“You do a bit.”\n\n“Okay, a bit, but…the big thing is just…disappearing without a word. I could handle being broken up with, but the ghosting?”\n\n“Mmm.”\n\nDiz nodded as Danny rubbed his arm. He just wanted to get past that; he’d thought that maybe there’d be someone in the club that’d make him feel good again. Maybe he’d find another sub that clicked with him better, or maybe there’d be a dom that wanted to let him play with his sub side a bit. He didn’t know, nor did he care; what mattered was getting someone that made him feel [i]wanted[/i] again. \n\nNot the healthiest thing, in retrospect. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. \n\n“This was a mistake.”\n\n“Was it?” \n\n“I came here for the wrong reasons. I should just –”\n\n“Come home with me, why don’t you?” \n\n“…What?” Danny blinked. “I – what?”\n\n“Heh, maybe a bit sudden,” Diz said, shaking his head before leaning across the table and taking his hand. “Look, I’ll level with you. I thought maybe we could have some fun. The talk’s great, but come on. We all come here looking for some fun. \n\n“So, I was thinking. Why don’t you come back to my place? I’ll show you my way of being a dom, let you see how someone else works, and then we can talk about how you feel about how [i]you[/i] do it. What do you think?”\n\nDanny blinked. Admittedly, that fit with his previous plans for the night, but he hadn’t thought that it would come together quite like this. And he hadn’t thought that he’d get in bed with someone that looked…\n\nDiz wasn’t out of his league, per se, but he was definitely doing better than most of the other guys that Danny had been with. Someone handsome rather than cute was a real step upward, and the fact that Diz was as interested as he was without being flirted into doing more was…rare, to say the least. \n\nHe looked down at his half-finished drink, trying to remember all the risks that came with going home that quickly. Kidnapping was almost impossible, and the rubber meant that he wasn’t so vulnerable to assault, but there was always the chance of something going off-script and leading to a bad night. \n\nBut at the same time – \n\n“Fuck it, why not?”\n\n“Hell yes.”\n\nDiz stood up and offered his hand. After a few seconds, he took it and pulled himself to his feet. \n\nIf he was going to fuck around, he might as well fuck around with someone that looked like they’d be worth it. \n\n#\n\nIt didn’t take long to get back to Diz’s apartment. The bat said that there was someone else that lived there – another friend with benefits, according to him – but they weren’t going to be in tonight. It’d be just the two of them, and they could talk, fuck, whatever, for as long as Danny was comfortable sticking around. \n\nHe was fine with that, but it was still strange to be in someone else’s space. As soon as the Dalmatian stepped through the front door, it was like stepping into someone else’s privacy. The air smelled different – rubber, leather, and kink mixed together under a faint musty-dusty smell – and the whole place felt like it was something out of a magazine with how overly clean everything was. Danny didn’t know who had the sort of time to make that happen without hiring a maid service, and it was well beyond his means. \n\n“Come on, the bedroom’s this way,” Diz said, already taking off his shirt. \n\nDespite the weird discomfort, he smiled as he followed the rubberized bat down the hall. Even if he didn’t end up fucking, at least he’d found someone else to talk to. Not enough people really [i]got[/i] how it felt to be rubber and how different that made life. He wondered if Diz went through any of the issues that he did. \n\nThe bedroom, however, snagged his attention as soon as he walked inside. The bed was lifted over what he recognized as a sensory deprivation pod. He hadn’t used one in a long time, but he knew what they were: subs could be kept in them for some time without harm, sensitizing them for an eventual session. Familiar-looking chains poked out through the gaps between mattress and pod, as did a few leather harnesses that had clearly been thrown under there to clean up quickly. He flicked his eyes toward the nightstand, not surprised to see a few dildos and lube bottles under it. They looked like the same sort of brand that he tended to use with his partners, which gave him a bit of a smile; either he had good taste, or they were both using the same sort of lube that didn’t tarnish their rubber bodies. \n\nHe sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back. Diz chuckled, sitting by him and rubbing his thigh. \n\n“So, how are we feeling?” the bat asked. \n\n“Better.”\n\n“Heh, ready for some fun?”\n\n“I’m…thinking about it.”\n\n“Come on. You know that it’s going to be good. When was the last time that you had someone that [i]really[/i] got you?”\n\n“…”\n\n“Heh. You relax, okay. Just in case you [i]do[/i] get in the mood, I’m going to warm something up.”\n\n“What kind of something?”\n\n“Let’s keep it a surprise, heh.”\n\nSmirking, the bat stood up and left the bedroom. Danny shook his head, leaning forward again and resting his hands on his knees. He squeezed, taking a few deep breaths. Not that he needed to, but the ritual did help steady him a bit as he imagined going further. \n\n[i]Do I really want to try subbing?[/i]\n\nThat was complicated, unfortunately. \n\n[i]It has been a while.[/i]\n\nYes, and there was a reason for that. Most people weren’t very good, and the minute that they knew that he was rubber, they were only interested in pushing that as far as they could. Most of them didn’t remember that he was still a person and not just a walking sex-toy at that point, and – while that could be sexy – there was still some courtesy and compassion that he would have asked for. \n\nHowever…\n\n[i]It has been a very, very long time since I was anything but a dom…and it might be nice to see what it’s like from the other side again…[/i]\n\nAnd it’d give him a reminder of how other doms worked, and give him that little bit of perspective he needed. Maybe Diz was better at it than he was, maybe he was a better dom than Diz. Only one way to find out. \n\nHe stood up, pacing around the bedroom. As he tried to make a decision, he occupied himself with cleaning the accessories. He leaned down, lifted the mattress to stuff them in – \n\nAnd paused. \n\nThere, among the chains and harnesses and other things that littered the cage under the bed was a phone. It shouldn’t have been that strange, but there was something about the case on it that looked…familiar. And more than just the brand, too. \n\n“The hell…”\n\nDanny dropped to his knees, leaning into the pod and reaching inside. He pulled the phone out and tapped the screen. The background wasn’t familiar – Diz and someone else – but when he turned it over – \n\nHis heart came as close as a living rubber being could to stopping. The word ‘Doll’ was printed in an all-too-familiar font, pink letters on a black case. He’d given it to them before they disappeared, part of a gift to celebrate having been together for a month. \n\nHow the [i]fuck[/i] did it get here?\n\n“Looks like you found out early.”\n\nDanny whipped his head around, but it was too late. Diz was already there, looming over him and holding some sort of suit in his hands. Even as the dog tried to shove himself to his feet, the bat threw the suit at him. \n\nIt landed with a thud on his back. He squirmed against it, trying to throw it off, but instead of just sliding off his rubber body it somehow melded with it. Danny’s eyes went wide as the suit’s sleeves started unwrapping, splitting to wrap around his arms. \n\n“What the fuck – what is this?!”\n\n“A timersuit, heh. I was thinking of keeping you for the night, anyway, but looks like this one likes you.”\n\nA timersuit? Oh, that was bad news. Bondage suits that were problematic enough for ‘normal’ people that they were actually banned, they were far worse for someone like him. Even as the suit’s sleeves started to seal again around his wrists, he could feel the mechanical bits in it pulling his arms forward, wrapping them around his chest as the rest of the latex suit started to fit itself to him. \n\nBefore he could stop it, it had already wrapped around the back of his head and pressed under his jaw, forcing his mouth shut. The Dalmatian couldn’t get more than a grunt out as it continued unwrapping itself, pushing up and around his head like a hood. It was like someone had taken a flat piece of cloth and was pulling it around his face, dragging it over his cheeks, his temples, everywhere, slowly pulling it toward his nose. \n\nAnd as it covered him, it pressed flush to him. There was no gap between his rubber flesh and the interior of the suit. Perhaps one could have slid a micron between the two, but no more than that. He grunted, squirming, trying to drag himself away from the cage, but the suit was too fast. \n\nAs he threw his head back, the suit had already covered his entire upper body, the black latex pressed tight to his stomach, abs, shoulders, arms, everything. Every movement pulled on the suit and made it feel tighter everywhere it touched. His clothes, meager as they were, were the only barrier between it and him. \n\n“You’re going to be here overnight, Danny. Just gotta talk through a few things with my partner and make sure that he understands the situation, and then we’ll get to work on training you properly. But the suit should make a good start on the basics, make sure that you’re ready for the kinda kinks that we’re both into.”\n\nThe suit was already muffling everything in the room. Danny groaned, shaking his head as he tried to fight against it. The suit’s lower half was already pressing against his legs, his hips, everywhere, and as it wrapped around him, he could feel what little freedom he had being taken away. \n\n“Mmmph…mmmph…”\n\nThe front of the suit sealed around his face, cutting off any sound he made. Even he couldn’t hear himself anymore. He thrashed about, throwing his head back, only for the upper half of the suit to tighten up. It pushed down on his head, neck, and shoulders, going from barely flexible to completely immovable. \n\n“Mmmph…mmmph…”\n\nAnd further down, the dark material was wrapping around his thighs, and now his groin. It squeezed, teasing around his crotch, somehow managing to flatten out his pants further and further until – \n\n“Mmm, what have we here? A few little extra bits…Seems like this little puppy has both sets.”\n\n“Mmmmph!”\n\n“Don’t worry. By the time we’re done, you’ll barely remember what they are until we tell you…”\n\nFurther, further, the suit went, until it reached his feet. As it wrapped around them, forming into rubber boots, the whole world finally went dark. The suit stiffened further, leaving him with scarcely room to breathe, and then – \n\nThen he fell with a thump. His ears filled with a strange hum, his mouth was tied shut, and his eyes were blinded. For all that he could feel, see, hear, sense, the world might as well have not existed outside the suit. \n\n#\n\n“Well, that’s a start,” Diz muttered, nudging the bound Dalmatian under the bed and into the pod. “He’ll need some time in the suit, but he’ll grow into a good toy. Hopefully. Rubber’s always fun.”\n\nHe hadn’t thought that he’d need to take out the timersuit quite so fast as he had, but he’d had a feeling and he was glad he’d listened to it. That phone. He should have cleaned the place out before he brought Danny back here, but then again, he hadn’t thought that he’d run into the Dalmatian tonight. \n\n[i]Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained,[/i] he thought, shutting the box. [i]Timersuit will keep him all bound up without any problems for the rest of the night, and in the morning, we can get the training going.[/i]\n\nJust had to call Aspen and let him know that they had a new live-in toy. They’d been considering this for a while, but admittedly he’d jumped the gun. Shouldn’t be a problem, though. Aspen was good with surprises. \n\nUsually. \n\nOnce he was sure that the cage was properly sealed and there were no gaps in the timersuit, he pulled the phone up. Two quick button-pushes and it was dialing out to Aspen. It only rang twice before the big guy picked up. \n\n“[i]Hello?[/i]”\n\n“Yeah, we got him.”\n\n“[i]We what?[/i]”\n\n“I found him at the club and brought him back. He’s in a timersuit now.”\n\n“[i]…Well, that changes things. We’re going to have to alter our plans, but it should still work. Why didn’t you call me?[/i]”\n\n“Had to make a snap decision, hon. You know how it is,” Diz said, chuckling. “Besides, consider it a welcome home present for after you’re back from work.”\n\n“[i]You know, I would, if you’d called me. Now, my welcome home present is going to be your mouth, as you make good on this surprise.[/i]”\n\n“…Ah.”\n\n“[i]Mmm-hmm. See you soon.[/i]”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: The start of a small four parter where a rubber Dalmatian gets seduced and grabbed by a rubber bat. \n\nTags: M/solo, Talking, Emotional, Seduction, Club, No Sex Yet, Fetish Toys, Latex, Rubber People, Bat, Dalmatian, Cage, Series, \n",
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Sucked Into Another Self Part 1 For Harute11 By Draconicon
The crowd at Playful Times were as familiar as the back of Diz’s hand, and as often as he was staring at them at work, that was saying something. The rabbit bartender, the bull bouncer, the twink ferrets that hung out on the edge of the dance floor, and even the other bats that hung from the ceiling: he had seen them every time that he’d come to the club, and most of them were doing the same things as they were always doing. The twinks were eye-fucking the rest of the dancers, the three bats up in the rafters were teasing each other in a half-baked threesome, and the bartender was barely keeping up with the orders and the spikes meant for each.
It was familiar. It was exciting enough. Yet it still bored him.
Diz sat at the bar with his head on one hand and tapping the fingers of the other against the old oak. The brown bat was looking for something new to occupy him between work and going home to his partner and their toy. Sure, he could go home now and have some fun with Doll, but that would mean doing things that he’d already done. He needed something new, something novel.
And not someone that I’ve already broken twice, he thought, his eyes flitting from one face to another. Come on. There’s gotta be someone that I haven’t had fun with already…
Diz shook his head. He doubted that he’d find anyone. After all, he and Aspen used Playful Times as a hunting ground too often to expect to find anyone brand-new. After a year coming here, the chances of finding anyone but regulars was down in the basement, but there was still a chance…he hoped.
Doll was new, once, he thought, remembering when he and Aspen had stumbled across that one here. Well, ‘stumbled’ being a little too innocent a word. Stalked them here, more accurately, and then put them to use in a better way. He smiled a bit, his face making the tiniest of squeaks as the rubber that was part of his skin was pulled the wrong way.
He rubbed the corner of his mouth, shaking his head. That was a sign that he was very, very bored, indeed. Not that being rubberized was a problem, but some people freaked out if they weren’t aware that people like him existed. They weren’t what one would call common, after all, and while he looked like a normal brown bat from a distance, up close there were a few things that gave him away. The slight squeak of some movements, the shimmer of his ‘fur’ when one paid close attention, the fact that every inch of his face had the same sort of reflective properties as his eyes: it all added up over time.
Admittedly, he kind of liked the way that it became a game between him and the normies where he was trying to seduce them before they figured out that he was someone different. If he won, they didn’t care; if he lost, then they often backed off unless they were already into that kind of thing. Made the game more interesting and the hunt more fun to have consequences like that.
But there wasn’t much of a game to play if everyone had already been played with. Even if they didn’t remember it.
Diz shook his head, turning back to the bartender. The rabbit came hopping, stopping on the other side of the bar with a glass in hand and a smile on his face.
“Something you need?” he asked with that usually chirrup in his voice.
“Just something strong. Not seeing anyone interesting and I might need to lower my standards.”
“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad,” the rabbit said, though as ever he was already reaching for the vodka. “There’s plenty of people here that’ll have a little fun with just about anyone.”
“Yeah, and that means that they’ve already had fun with just about everyone else, and I’m all that’s available.”
“Ice?”
“No,” Diz muttered, waving it away. “But again, strong.”
“Well, you might not need it. I mean, someone just walked in.”
“Hmm?”
Turning on the barstool, Diz flicked his eyes over the crowd between him and the front door. More familiar faces – a wolf-pack polycule, an eagle and hawk in matching sub-hoods, and a cat and wolf that kept swapping who held the leash – caught his eyes for a moment, but then he saw the door and –
“Hello…”
A Dalmatian had just walked in, someone that had a couple of spiked bracelets around his arms and a leather jacket, plus a pair of tight pants that showed off just how perfect those hips were. From the right angle, they could look like a dom’s dark, tight pants that screamed how much authority the dog had, but from another, they looked like nothing less than a slutty pair of tight pants.
More to the point, he was only half-new. Diz recognized him from Doll’s phone, from way back when they’d been hunting that poor thing. Never met the Dalmatian in person, but oh, that gave him all kinds of ideas.
Not least the idea of going dom-hunting.
Diz’s lips pulled back just enough for another squeak as he thought about it. Doll had mentioned a dom in their life, someone that had been treating them well but not being quite so rough as they liked. That’d changed once he and Aspen got involved, but that had lingered in his mind.
Been a while since I got the chance to shove someone across the line. This is gonna be fun.
“Do you still need that drink?” the rabbit asked.
“No, I think I’m good.”
“Heh, have fun.”
“I intend to.”
Pushing away from the bar, Diz lost himself in the crowd all while keeping an eye on where the Dalmatian was going. Didn’t want to come on too strong, after all. That was a good way to lose one’s quarry, particularly when –
Shimmer.
It was a split-second thing, but Diz still saw it. The way that the lights danced off the Dalmatian’s ears. He was rubber, too.
Things had just gotten much more interesting. After all, this one might just be worth keeping.
#
Danny Swift had come to Playful Times with the idea of getting some action, but as soon as he walked through the door, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. At least, not the way that he had been thinking.
The loud music assaulted his ears and immediately set his skin on edge, the rubber flesh under the carefully-made-up fur twitching and wrinkling ever so slightly around the shoulders in a way that organic flesh never could. He forced his shoulders down, doing his best not to flinch as he walked through the crowd. It wasn’t easy, and he wasn’t sure that he could keep it up long enough to find someone to go home with.
And more to the point, he wasn’t sure that he was good for someone else to go home with at the moment, either.
Doll…
He meandered to an open booth, sitting down and rubbing his forehead as he did so. The Dalmatian knew that the best chance to get someone to go home with him would be to hit the dance floor and move around until someone ground back against his attempts at gyrations. A physical link like that was the best way to know someone was interested. More to the point, it was less awkward and far more fun than chatting people up while walking along the bar. Heh. Less chance of getting a drink in the face, too.
As the Dalmatian got comfortable, he did his usual scan of the room. He tilted his head back, tossing one ear back and up a little to listen in on some of the conversational buzz around him. This group talking about getting some new leather in, that group talking about a cucking sort of situation, that girl thinking of spreading her legs in the bathrooms, that guy looking for someone to get his dick wet –
But it was all background at the end of the day. He lowered his ear, shaking his head.
Goddammit…
Much as he tried not to, he kept thinking of his old sub. Doll had been a wonderful partner, a companion as well as a tease and lover. They’d clicked so well, or he thought that they had.
Then Doll disappeared. No explanation, nothing, just this emptiness that had come afterward.
For a while, he thought he’d been in love. That faded quickly enough; it hadn’t been that sort of feeling, and they hadn’t been together long enough for it to be the full thing that love was supposed to be, either.
But it had been something passionate enough to feel good. It wasn’t exactly common that he felt like he really clicked with a partner, where he got to slide into his role and felt right in it. Most of the time he felt more like he was just a person filling a space until someone better came along, but with Doll…
Heh, didn’t even matter that I was a switch instead of a dom. Long as it worked for them, it was fun.
Or at least, that’s what he thought at the time.
Danny grumbled, sinking his face into his hands as what little smile he had disappeared. Ever since Doll disappeared, he’d been questioning himself. Was he just not as good at being a dom as he’d thought? Should he have been harsher? Less strict? More? What had he done that made Doll just up and leave?
What was wrong with him?
What was he doing wrong?
Maybe I should have just been like one of the other doms around here. Maybe being a switch just isn’t good enough, the Dalmatian thought as he looked around the club. I mean, they’re always saying that a switch is who you settle for when all the doms are taken. Maybe that’s all it was.
He sighed; it hurt to think of it that way, but it was the least painful way of putting it. At least that way he wasn’t the one responsible for pushing Doll away. At least this way, he was still half-decent as a person.
A waitress came by and asked him if he wanted a drink. He started to shake his head –
“Coke on the rocks,” someone else said, sliding into the other side of the booth. “Two, actually; one for me, one for him.”
“Don’t remember inviting anyone to sit down,” Danny said.
“Heh, you didn’t, but you looked like you could use some company.”
Danny looked up with every intention of telling the stranger to get lost –
Then he saw the shine. He paused, looking down the brown-furred face to the bat’s collar, then back up again.
Another rubber person…
Not that it meant that they would get along, but it meant that they had something in common that nobody else in the club likely would. He hesitated, then nodded at the rabbit waitress.
“Yeah…two Cokes.”
“On the rocks for me,” the bat said. “You?”
“Straight.”
“Coming up,” the waitress said before turning on her heel and walking off.
Danny didn’t say anything right away. Truth to tell, he was still processing the fact that he had just met someone like him. At least, somewhat like him; there were gradients to rubber people, after all, ranging from those that were just rubber on the surface and very stretchy to those that were like him, rubber and…hollow, inasmuch has what they could fit in them and what could be done to them. He didn’t know which the bat was just yet, but judging from the shine and the way that he moved, he looked like something closer to the former.
Looked confident, too. Danny looked down at the bat’s collar, back to his face, then down at the table.
“I’m not looking for a dom tonight,” he muttered.
“I’m not looking for a sub. I just thought you’d like some company. Particularly from someone that gets it.”
“Gets what?”
“How it feels to be alone. Particularly after you look like you lost something. Or someone?”
“…Maybe.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
“…Maybe.”
The rabbit returned with their drinks. He took his, sipping it slowly. The familiar feeling of something cold rushing through his system hit him hard, making him take a moment to make sure that he didn’t show all the shivers all at once. It was the whole reason why he didn’t get ice; the drink was cold enough without it, and that level of chill would make some parts of his rubber body get a little too solid inside.
Pushing the drink to the side, he crossed his arms and leaned on his elbows. He shook his head.
“I don’t know. I thought I had a good thing going.”
“And then they left?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Something happen?”
“…I don’t know. I just…maybe I wasn’t good enough. I thought I was, I really did, but…maybe I was just fooling myself.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it? I’ve been around the block. Maybe I can see something that you didn’t.”
Normally, Danny would have told this bat to mind his own business. He wasn’t one for bringing others into his trusted circle, not without some good reason to do it, but…
Well, maybe he needed someone to tell him that he wasn’t a bad person. Or maybe he was desperate. Or maybe there was just something about talking to another rubber person that brought his guard down.
For whatever reason, he laid it all out on the table. His relationships, his fears, his worries about being a switch and never quite being enough. He told this guy – this nameless bat – everything that was on his mind, everything that he felt had gone wrong, and even started to tear up as he finally talked about it.
Even then, the bat kept encouraging him to let it all out, and for once, Danny went with it. He kept going until he reached the end, the whole reason that he was here.
“I just need to know that I haven’ t fucked up everything,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t know what happened before, but I want to know that I can still do something. That I’m still…someone worth caring about.”
“Heh, well, if nothing else, you’re definitely a catch,” the bat said, leaning against the table. “Looking at you, I bet you anything that you’d be able to go home with anyone in the club if you really wanted to.”
“Flattery.”
“Truth,” the bat said, shaking his head. “Part of the reason I walked over. I mean, the shine didn’t hurt –”
“That obvious?”
“I just know what we look like.”
“Hmm.”
“Anyway.” The bat put his drink off to the side and offered his hand. “Real quick. I’m Diz.”
“Danny,” he said, shaking the bat’s hand.
“Danny. Well, Danny. I’m something of a dom myself, as you gathered. Not completely, but, you know, mostly,” he said with a hand wobble. “And I happen to know a thing or two about putting others in their place. I can tell you right now that, no matter what you were doing, it would have been good for some and bad for others. And from what you’re telling me, you were doing everything right.”
“Then what went wrong?” Danny muttered, looking down at the table. “I mean, I don’t mind the break-up –”
“You do a bit.”
“Okay, a bit, but…the big thing is just…disappearing without a word. I could handle being broken up with, but the ghosting?”
“Mmm.”
Diz nodded as Danny rubbed his arm. He just wanted to get past that; he’d thought that maybe there’d be someone in the club that’d make him feel good again. Maybe he’d find another sub that clicked with him better, or maybe there’d be a dom that wanted to let him play with his sub side a bit. He didn’t know, nor did he care; what mattered was getting someone that made him feel wanted again.
Not the healthiest thing, in retrospect. He sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“This was a mistake.”
“Was it?”
“I came here for the wrong reasons. I should just –”
“Come home with me, why don’t you?”
“…What?” Danny blinked. “I – what?”
“Heh, maybe a bit sudden,” Diz said, shaking his head before leaning across the table and taking his hand. “Look, I’ll level with you. I thought maybe we could have some fun. The talk’s great, but come on. We all come here looking for some fun.
“So, I was thinking. Why don’t you come back to my place? I’ll show you my way of being a dom, let you see how someone else works, and then we can talk about how you feel about how you do it. What do you think?”
Danny blinked. Admittedly, that fit with his previous plans for the night, but he hadn’t thought that it would come together quite like this. And he hadn’t thought that he’d get in bed with someone that looked…
Diz wasn’t out of his league, per se, but he was definitely doing better than most of the other guys that Danny had been with. Someone handsome rather than cute was a real step upward, and the fact that Diz was as interested as he was without being flirted into doing more was…rare, to say the least.
He looked down at his half-finished drink, trying to remember all the risks that came with going home that quickly. Kidnapping was almost impossible, and the rubber meant that he wasn’t so vulnerable to assault, but there was always the chance of something going off-script and leading to a bad night.
But at the same time –
“Fuck it, why not?”
“Hell yes.”
Diz stood up and offered his hand. After a few seconds, he took it and pulled himself to his feet.
If he was going to fuck around, he might as well fuck around with someone that looked like they’d be worth it.
#
It didn’t take long to get back to Diz’s apartment. The bat said that there was someone else that lived there – another friend with benefits, according to him – but they weren’t going to be in tonight. It’d be just the two of them, and they could talk, fuck, whatever, for as long as Danny was comfortable sticking around.
He was fine with that, but it was still strange to be in someone else’s space. As soon as the Dalmatian stepped through the front door, it was like stepping into someone else’s privacy. The air smelled different – rubber, leather, and kink mixed together under a faint musty-dusty smell – and the whole place felt like it was something out of a magazine with how overly clean everything was. Danny didn’t know who had the sort of time to make that happen without hiring a maid service, and it was well beyond his means.
“Come on, the bedroom’s this way,” Diz said, already taking off his shirt.
Despite the weird discomfort, he smiled as he followed the rubberized bat down the hall. Even if he didn’t end up fucking, at least he’d found someone else to talk to. Not enough people really got how it felt to be rubber and how different that made life. He wondered if Diz went through any of the issues that he did.
The bedroom, however, snagged his attention as soon as he walked inside. The bed was lifted over what he recognized as a sensory deprivation pod. He hadn’t used one in a long time, but he knew what they were: subs could be kept in them for some time without harm, sensitizing them for an eventual session. Familiar-looking chains poked out through the gaps between mattress and pod, as did a few leather harnesses that had clearly been thrown under there to clean up quickly. He flicked his eyes toward the nightstand, not surprised to see a few dildos and lube bottles under it. They looked like the same sort of brand that he tended to use with his partners, which gave him a bit of a smile; either he had good taste, or they were both using the same sort of lube that didn’t tarnish their rubber bodies.
He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back. Diz chuckled, sitting by him and rubbing his thigh.
“So, how are we feeling?” the bat asked.
“Better.”
“Heh, ready for some fun?”
“I’m…thinking about it.”
“Come on. You know that it’s going to be good. When was the last time that you had someone that really got you?”
“…”
“Heh. You relax, okay. Just in case you do get in the mood, I’m going to warm something up.”
“What kind of something?”
“Let’s keep it a surprise, heh.”
Smirking, the bat stood up and left the bedroom. Danny shook his head, leaning forward again and resting his hands on his knees. He squeezed, taking a few deep breaths. Not that he needed to, but the ritual did help steady him a bit as he imagined going further.
Do I really want to try subbing?
That was complicated, unfortunately.
It has been a while.
Yes, and there was a reason for that. Most people weren’t very good, and the minute that they knew that he was rubber, they were only interested in pushing that as far as they could. Most of them didn’t remember that he was still a person and not just a walking sex-toy at that point, and – while that could be sexy – there was still some courtesy and compassion that he would have asked for.
However…
It has been a very, very long time since I was anything but a dom…and it might be nice to see what it’s like from the other side again…
And it’d give him a reminder of how other doms worked, and give him that little bit of perspective he needed. Maybe Diz was better at it than he was, maybe he was a better dom than Diz. Only one way to find out.
He stood up, pacing around the bedroom. As he tried to make a decision, he occupied himself with cleaning the accessories. He leaned down, lifted the mattress to stuff them in –
And paused.
There, among the chains and harnesses and other things that littered the cage under the bed was a phone. It shouldn’t have been that strange, but there was something about the case on it that looked…familiar. And more than just the brand, too.
“The hell…”
Danny dropped to his knees, leaning into the pod and reaching inside. He pulled the phone out and tapped the screen. The background wasn’t familiar – Diz and someone else – but when he turned it over –
His heart came as close as a living rubber being could to stopping. The word ‘Doll’ was printed in an all-too-familiar font, pink letters on a black case. He’d given it to them before they disappeared, part of a gift to celebrate having been together for a month.
How the fuck did it get here?
“Looks like you found out early.”
Danny whipped his head around, but it was too late. Diz was already there, looming over him and holding some sort of suit in his hands. Even as the dog tried to shove himself to his feet, the bat threw the suit at him.
It landed with a thud on his back. He squirmed against it, trying to throw it off, but instead of just sliding off his rubber body it somehow melded with it. Danny’s eyes went wide as the suit’s sleeves started unwrapping, splitting to wrap around his arms.
“What the fuck – what is this?!”
“A timersuit, heh. I was thinking of keeping you for the night, anyway, but looks like this one likes you.”
A timersuit? Oh, that was bad news. Bondage suits that were problematic enough for ‘normal’ people that they were actually banned, they were far worse for someone like him. Even as the suit’s sleeves started to seal again around his wrists, he could feel the mechanical bits in it pulling his arms forward, wrapping them around his chest as the rest of the latex suit started to fit itself to him.
Before he could stop it, it had already wrapped around the back of his head and pressed under his jaw, forcing his mouth shut. The Dalmatian couldn’t get more than a grunt out as it continued unwrapping itself, pushing up and around his head like a hood. It was like someone had taken a flat piece of cloth and was pulling it around his face, dragging it over his cheeks, his temples, everywhere, slowly pulling it toward his nose.
And as it covered him, it pressed flush to him. There was no gap between his rubber flesh and the interior of the suit. Perhaps one could have slid a micron between the two, but no more than that. He grunted, squirming, trying to drag himself away from the cage, but the suit was too fast.
As he threw his head back, the suit had already covered his entire upper body, the black latex pressed tight to his stomach, abs, shoulders, arms, everything. Every movement pulled on the suit and made it feel tighter everywhere it touched. His clothes, meager as they were, were the only barrier between it and him.
“You’re going to be here overnight, Danny. Just gotta talk through a few things with my partner and make sure that he understands the situation, and then we’ll get to work on training you properly. But the suit should make a good start on the basics, make sure that you’re ready for the kinda kinks that we’re both into.”
The suit was already muffling everything in the room. Danny groaned, shaking his head as he tried to fight against it. The suit’s lower half was already pressing against his legs, his hips, everywhere, and as it wrapped around him, he could feel what little freedom he had being taken away.
“Mmmph…mmmph…”
The front of the suit sealed around his face, cutting off any sound he made. Even he couldn’t hear himself anymore. He thrashed about, throwing his head back, only for the upper half of the suit to tighten up. It pushed down on his head, neck, and shoulders, going from barely flexible to completely immovable.
“Mmmph…mmmph…”
And further down, the dark material was wrapping around his thighs, and now his groin. It squeezed, teasing around his crotch, somehow managing to flatten out his pants further and further until –
“Mmm, what have we here? A few little extra bits…Seems like this little puppy has both sets.”
“Mmmmph!”
“Don’t worry. By the time we’re done, you’ll barely remember what they are until we tell you…”
Further, further, the suit went, until it reached his feet. As it wrapped around them, forming into rubber boots, the whole world finally went dark. The suit stiffened further, leaving him with scarcely room to breathe, and then –
Then he fell with a thump. His ears filled with a strange hum, his mouth was tied shut, and his eyes were blinded. For all that he could feel, see, hear, sense, the world might as well have not existed outside the suit.
#
“Well, that’s a start,” Diz muttered, nudging the bound Dalmatian under the bed and into the pod. “He’ll need some time in the suit, but he’ll grow into a good toy. Hopefully. Rubber’s always fun.”
He hadn’t thought that he’d need to take out the timersuit quite so fast as he had, but he’d had a feeling and he was glad he’d listened to it. That phone. He should have cleaned the place out before he brought Danny back here, but then again, he hadn’t thought that he’d run into the Dalmatian tonight.
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, he thought, shutting the box. Timersuit will keep him all bound up without any problems for the rest of the night, and in the morning, we can get the training going.
Just had to call Aspen and let him know that they had a new live-in toy. They’d been considering this for a while, but admittedly he’d jumped the gun. Shouldn’t be a problem, though. Aspen was good with surprises.
Usually.
Once he was sure that the cage was properly sealed and there were no gaps in the timersuit, he pulled the phone up. Two quick button-pushes and it was dialing out to Aspen. It only rang twice before the big guy picked up.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, we got him.”
“We what?”
“I found him at the club and brought him back. He’s in a timersuit now.”
“…Well, that changes things. We’re going to have to alter our plans, but it should still work. Why didn’t you call me?”
“Had to make a snap decision, hon. You know how it is,” Diz said, chuckling. “Besides, consider it a welcome home present for after you’re back from work.”
“You know, I would, if you’d called me. Now, my welcome home present is going to be your mouth, as you make good on this surprise.”
“…Ah.”
“Mmm-hmm. See you soon.”
The End
Summary: The start of a small four parter where a rubber Dalmatian gets seduced and grabbed by a rubber bat.