Shady Deal

Vivid is trembling when he gets back.

Not from the biting cold, or from the eerie darkness he’d just crawled out of. No, it’s nothing simple like that. Of course it wouldn’t be anything simple like that.

The door to his room clicks shut, and Vivid practically throws himself at his desk, pinning the parcel in his hands down on the surface with a thump. It’s shaking, wriggling, as if there’s something desperate to get out inside. Something he hadn’t signed up for in this slightest. The panda furrows his brow, throwing his chest down over the lid and praying for it to stop anytime now.

His room is nothing special— fitted with the essentials of a bed, desk and closet. The walls are a creamy white, decorated by a variety of posters of various cartoons and games. The desk is a soft oak, his laptop resting just off to the side of its usual spot.

That’s where the box is now.

It stopped moving a few seconds ago, but he’s careful when he pulls off it. Bit by bit, keeping his eyes fixed on the lid, as if he’s expecting something to burst out of it. A few more seconds pass in silence before he’s convinced, and the panda sighs as he drops his arms to his side. A wad of paper tumbles from beneath his shirt onto the desk, catching his eye.

He worries his lip, a knot forming in his stomach as his eyes roll over the crumpled receipt. The price taunts him, leering out from the sheet of paper like a thug looking for a fight: a mountainous brute to the tune of two-hundred dollars. The knot tightens as the numbers roll through his mind, and Vivid can’t bite back his groan. He had bills to pay, important stuff to buy.

Far away, in the back of his mind, he didn’t care. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Wasn’t it perfect? The exact Pokésuit he’d been looking everywhere for, the one that had been sold out at all the stores in the city. How could he have resisted buying it? How could he say no to finally being able to show up to those events in a shiny new suit? Why did it matter if he’d bought it from some shady orca in some run-down alley in the sleaziest part of town?

Pushing those thoughts from his mind, Vivid sighs and lets his eyes settle back on the box. It sits comfortably on his desk now, red and white cardboard frayed a bit at the sides, but otherwise nothing spectacular or alarming. A white strip of plastic runs around the centre of the box, adorned by a knot smack bang in the middle, though the tears in the material distract from the design: revealing tiny spots of the red latex hiding within. Had those marks always been there? Well— at least it definitely wasn’t a bomb.

…Probably.

Hastily taped onto the lid is a sheet of paper detailing the contents: “1x Lycanroc M. Suit”. Vivid hesitates, offering his hand out to the box like he might to an untamed beast, and when it doesn’t bite he gently runs his fingers over it, feeling for the gap beneath the paper.

The panda sucks in a deep breath and exhales slowly, digging his claws into the gap and tearing down the length of it. The paper rips easily, as if eager to be opened. Vivid pauses, resting his hands on the flaps. The box seems to hum as he slips his fingers beneath them, tiny vibrations running onto his skin and through his fur, fading when he draws away.

Warily, he places his hands back on the sides of the box. The humming returns immediately, growing in strength the closer he gets to the lid. Vivid stops for a second, forces himself to breathe, let the vibrations peter out, and then drags his fingers up the sides. The box purrs, almost approving, as his touch glides onto the lid, and the flaps burn beneath his fingers when he reaches them. He curls under, gripping the flaps from beneath, finds he can’t move. The box rumbles impatiently, rattling against the desk.

Like a bullet, a blur of red and white rubber rockets out of the box and slams into his chest. Vivid cries out in shock, wrenching his hands from the lid and tumbling backwards. The suit carries him to the ground and pins him in place, digging its knees into his legs. The head hovers just above him— canine in shape, with a long, brutish snout and a large tuft of fur hanging over its deep pink eyes.

“Finally,” it purrs, then giggles, pressing in on him with a high, rattly voice. “Kept me waiting for far too long.”

“What the—?” Vivid scrunches his nose and shoves at it, but the Lycanroc snatches his arms as he fumbles, smirking.

“None of that now, yeah? Heh heh! None of that.”

Shifting atop him, the suit lowers itself so that it consumes his vision, pressing its snout to Vivid’s own, grinning when it catches him gasp. Vivid squirms beneath, scraping at the floor but— can’t find the leverage to get away.

“You look tasty.” The Lycanroc notes. Its grin widens, rubbery teeth visible beneath. “Mmm… and I’m so hungry.” Vivid tries to scramble away, tries to break free of him, but the suit’s grip tightens around his wrists. The walls seem to shake as it laughs, as his body gets numb and… and harder to move.

Were… Were its eyes…glowing?

Or– Or pulsing… Vivid lets out a tiny groan, his head pounding, breath quickening. The Lycanroc nestles in closer and he can’t— can’t stop… staring.

“W-What…” he starts, voice slipping into a lazy drawl. The panda wrinkles his nose, “what… are you…?”

The suit chuckles again, plainly ignoring him. It shifts atop him, grinding its body onto his own. Cool rubber runs over his fur, curls around his thighs and sinks deep into his skin. The suit drags its tongue up his face, shushing him when he gasps and shudders.

“That’s right…” The weight atop him seems to lessen as the suit melts onto him, oozing around his body like glue. Vivid groans as it seals over his crotch, twisting around his cock, pumping it slowly. His head starts to spin. Thoughts flicker and disintegrate. Tries to… to look away but… but…

Fingers brush the hair from his eyes. “Just— Just relax, yeah? Heh heh.”

Hands grasp his cheeks, large and clumsy, cold on his skin, grazing over his lips and snout, demanding his gaze. The Lycanroc’s voice hums through his ears, his ringed eyes pulse and burn that addicting pink. Vivid’s breath catches as the rubber crawls up his neck and glides beneath his armpits, seeping onto his shoulders and scaling his arms, quickly coating his tail. His tongue lolls from his open mouth, breath drifting out in unsteady puffs.

W-Why… Why couldn’t he move?

The words die on his lips as two fingers press against his tongue, then drift away to grab his wrists, oozing onto his body, cold and slick to his skin as it presses his fur down. Lycanroc grins and laughs. The pulsing lights drift away, and Vivid forces out a shuddering breath as the mask slips around his head and pushes in, sealing around the back of his skull. The face of the mask rips away and stretches up and over his snout, hovering inches before him, the smell and heat of the latex burning his nose.

Somehow he manages to move. It’s feeble, slow, shaky. His coated fingers grasp at the edges of the mask and push. The rubber gives just a little, but the mask merely guffaws in response. The insides bubble and twist, and tendrils of sticky rubber shoot out and latch onto his cheeks, tugging his head closer and forcing his mouth open. His arms wobble and ache. Rubber dribbles onto his snout, dripping from the tip of a cock-shaped gag protruding from the mouth-piece of the mask. Vivid tries to sneer, to wrench himself away from it— barely has the energy, his eyes still mirroring that pulsing light, glazed and vacant.

F-Fight it…. Fight…it…

He can’t. Something cold and slick pushes into his rear, spreading him out with one sudden push, and the fight is immediately over. He groans. His arms give way, strength drained by the shock, and the mask seizes the opportunity and snaps down over his face.

“H-Hel–mmph!” His cries are silenced as the rubbery cock rams through his lips, resting just shy of his throat. The mask pulls tight on his skin, crushing his fur beneath it, and with a sickeningly wet sound it seals around his head. Thrust into darkness and body suddenly burning with adrenaline, the panda finds himself clawing at the mask, hands shaking, trying to find a seam or— or a weakness, and when he can’t he tries yanking it from his face. The rubber stretches mere inches before smacking back into shape.

“Mmph! Mm Mm mMmggo!” Heart pounding, he tries again, and again, each time the rubber seems to let itself stretch further, as if taunting him. Vivid writhes desperately on the floor, tugging at the mask, screaming into the gag.

But it all stops when the mask’s eyes, resting just inches from his own, begin glowing.

That same glow from before: the pulsing, swirling rings of colour. All at once, the tension drains from his body, seeping out of his limbs and melting into the ground beneath him. His eyelids flutter, jaw falling slack around the cock in his mouth, and his hands drop limp to his sides. Silence rolls over the room, broken only by his own soft whimpers, muffled by the gag.

His sight returns slowly, dazzled by the lights and patterns, and when his arms move he’s not controlling them. He watches them vaguely, eyes glazing over behind the strobes of colour and light, as they rise upwards, fingers stretching and flexing curiously, and Vivid can’t help but groan when they press down on his chest. Beneath the rubber his skin burns, nerves twitching and writhing excitedly. His toes curl involuntarily to the touch, mimicked by the paws of the suit.

And the groaning only gets louder as his hand glides down to his crotch. The suit hesitates for a moment, fingers dancing against the hot, rubbery flesh, teasing the fiery-red rubber knot, then clenches around it once it gets a reaction from him.

“Awwwh,” comes the voice of the Lycanroc, almost drowning out his own moans. The rubbery snout wrinkles, nostrils flaring, and Vivid can feel it open wide— feel the tongue lashing over teeth. “So… So good…” It stops for a second, cupping his rubbery testicles with his free hand, pinching it until it gets him to moan gently.

The suit grins, clenches down on his cock again, and begins stroking it. “You really were tasty… So good to have a body again, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Mmmf!” All the nerves in his body explode: like a fire ripping through his flesh. Vivid’s screams melt beneath the groans of the suit as it toys with his body, as it works his cock fast and hard. His breath quickens, tiny and sharp through his nose, and his head swims at the overpowering smell of rubber.

Then the pressure fades: the quick, jerking movements reduced to gentle teasing, tracing rubber over rubber. Vivid shudders, whines, pleads.

The suit’s unhinged laughter thunders over all of that. “Heh! Heh, heh! Feels good, right?” It hovers around the head, working tiny circles into the flesh while running a thumb up and down the side, snorting when Vivid buckles against it. “Just keep still. Let me—Ngh—take over for now, yeah? ‘Atta boy…”

And slow… So slow. Teasing him, squeezing and kneading his cock, alternating speeds. The suit throws its head back and snarls, gripping his cock and jerking it rapidly when he tenses and trembles inside it. Muffled by the gag, the panda can only squirm and whine as he climbs closer and closer to orgasm. The pulsing rings of colour burn through his mind, crushing his lungs. His chest goes impossibly tight. Everything starts to blur—

He comes suddenly, squeezing around the plug in his rear as his cock spasms and jerks in the suit’s grip.

“Mm— mmf?” But the suit doesn’t let him bask in the afterglow. Despite the overwhelming sensitivity his cock is already hard again, and the Lycanroc’s snout curls in delight as he squirms inside it.

“Not done yet,” it purrs, and Vivid’s cock leaps as it pushes a finger into his rear and twists it around the hollow plug. “Not done yet, not done yet, not done yet!

The Lycanroc curls the finger up and jams the tip of the plug into his prostate. Vivid groans. Blood rushes to his ears and back to his cock, and it quickly inflates in the suit’s grip. Then there’s nothing but breathy, manic purring. Moans of delight and need as the suit’s eyes burn brighter than ever, as its voice bounces around the room in a manic dance.

“Not done yet, not done yet, not done yet….!”

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Light cracks through the window when he comes to, resting naked atop his bed. Vivid groans as he sits, rubbing the sleep from his bleary eyes. When… When did he pass out?

The gleam of rubber in the light kicks his mind into action. Vivid turns his head slowly. The Lycanroc suit sits draped over the back of his computer chair, definitely not where he would have left it.

Where… But… He hadn’t even taken it out of the box.

He stands and walks over to it, the gears in his mind creaking as they turn. Even just looking at it he could feel the way the rubber would sit against his skin, and how it would smother his fur. The way it felt to touch himself through it. He could remember it. Remember how it felt to have it slip around him, consume him, seal him inside.

He should— He should throw it away.

Then his eyes fall to the receipt sitting on his desk, and right back to that horrible, gnawing sensation in his gut. It’s heavy in his fingers as he picks it up, eyes glazing over the price.

Just get rid of it.

His skin burns and tingles. Something slick dripping off of it and sticking to his fur. Vivid’s breath quickens, chest tight and heart thumping. Everything goes numb. The world vanishes around him.

He whips his head down, expecting to find the suit oozing onto him again, eyes flickering hopefully for some sign of it, but there’s nothing but the ghost of a touch.

His breath comes out shaky. The panda holds his forehead, eyes darting between the suit and the receipt, flicking the paper in his fingers idly, loins tingling. Mind turning, spinning, when he turns it in his hands and tears it right down the middle, and when he catches the snout of the mask stretching into a grin from the corner of his eye.