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A Fox's Descent

Part 4

For Harute11

By Draconicon

Blake.

Aries.

Ptolemy.

Gemini.

Toy.

They came online again, so to speak, in reverse order, and when Blake finally opened his eyes, he was aware of the other four - even Toy - buzzing about in their head, their activity so loud and so obvious that he was surprised that he'd been able to sleep through that. The rubber fox groaned, gradually dragging himself upright and rubbing his head.

As a sense of dislocation descended, he covered his eyes, keeping them closed. The voices of the others filled their skull, bouncing around and echoing and leaving it harder than usual to understand them. He pressed his hands tighter to himself, groaning.

"One at a time, one at a time," he whispered.

That got them to quiet down. They even seemed to be respectful of the headache that they had been causing, and he managed to breathe again. Something that should have been easy was harder than expected, leaving him huffing, shaking, spasming even as his muscles felt tight, too tight for just sleeping.

"Does...anyone remember what happened?" he muttered.

Not me. But we're happy-sore under the tail, so it might have been fun, Aries said. I just wish I could remember it. Feels like it was something big.

Blake blushed ever so slightly at that, shaking his head. He was aware of so much odd discomfort through their body that he had missed that one, but now that the kinky one of the bunch had pointed it out, he couldn't help but be aware of it. Despite being made of rubber, that...that was something else. He squirmed, his rump cheeks pressing together slightly as he felt the sting fading away. It wasn't really pain so much as it was awareness of having been stretched.

A lot, actually. A lot more than he usually would get from a person unless they started using something other than...well...

Blake shook his head. There was no point in going down that road. They might have been used, or they might not. He opened one eye, confirming that they were in the bedroom, and he saw that they were. The smells had been reassuring enough, but seeing it now that he wasn't feeling as dizzy was better.

Closing his eyes again, he metaphorically turned to Ptolemy.

"Don't suppose you remember anything?"

A separate room. A machine. Other than that, very little.

"But something?"

A feeling. A sense of being trapped.

That wasn't good. Ptolemy was the calmest of the bunch, and if the least emotional of them had felt trapped, then they had probably been caught but good. That meant that either something had gone wrong prior to being in that room, or someone had managed to fool them in a way that nobody prior had.

Blake spent more time comforting the shivering presence of Gemini rather than talking to him, and Toy? Well, Toy was never one to speak, and this was no exception. However, it was the only one of them that was completely unconcerned, almost like it knew something that the rest of them didn't.

"Well?" Blake asked.

There was no answer, and he wasn't sure why he had bothered. Toy was not a talker, and he doubted that the remnants of a personality ever would be. Shaking his head, he slowly pulled himself to the foot of the bed, taking his time to move. It was harder than he expected, everything wobbling and shifting around him, nothing quite feeling as solid as it had been just a few hours before. Or was it a few hours? The clock said yes, but time felt...off. Wrong. Not quite the same as it had been.

"And nobody remembers anything before the room?" he asked, wanting to be sure.

_I wish.

Nothing but work.

Mmmph...that's creepy...

..._

"Well...we'll just have to keep going. Maybe Aspen can tell us if there was something on the security cameras."

I doubt that talking to him would prove fruitful in the slightest, Ptolemy said. It seems he is more keen on our body than anything else, based on our interactions with him.

He did ask about us, though. He's hot for us, Aries pointed out.

He asked about our personalities, that is true. But that is dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

Blake had to agree. They were not exactly best-suited for casual chat with people, at least not in the long term. Too much had to be hidden, and too much had to be accounted for when they were socializing. He was reasonably good at it, but something had happened last time, something that required Aries coming forward, and then...

Then I had to take his place as he was seduced, Ptolemy said.

And it was going to be so fun, too...

It was too risky. You need to learn caution.

And you need to learn to have -

"Nnngh..."

The others apologized, and Blake slowly pulled himself together enough to get to his feet. He felt wobbly, almost oversensitive in some ways, and it was difficult for him to think clearly. Yet, the longer that he stood up, the clearer he felt about one thing: he was going to be late for work if he didn't get dressed and head down soon.

Ignoring the protest from Ptolemy and letting Toy's unspoken approval more or less steamroll whatever protests the most logical of them had, he walked to the shower. Cool water woke him up the rest of the way, cleaning off the sheen of something like oil over his rubber flesh. He got dressed quickly, getting back into the catsuit, and he groaned as the plugs slipped in. He kept forgetting that they were there, and they always had a similar effect on him, filling him up and giving him a harsh buzz right on his most sensitive bits. His shaft throbbed ever so slightly, a feeling that was almost foreign to him compared to what Aries did.

Mmmm, can I come forward for a bit? Just until we get down to the main floor, Aries asked.

"No. Not today."

Tempting, though. A lot more tempting than it had been when they'd first arrived, and Aries groaned in grumbling defeat. There was something else to the little guy's annoyance, though, almost like he knew something that Blake didn't. Perhaps there had been a customer that he wanted to meet, or maybe he'd hoped that he'd be snagged for some fun before they reached the gambling floor of the Silver Serpent.

Whatever it was, there was no time for it. He was going to be late for work, and considering that he'd given up quite a bit to come here for this job, he wanted to make it work, even if it was taking a turn for the strange.

As he adjusted the catsuit, and then the stirrup leggings that came with it, he found himself more conscious of his body than usual. Not in a bad way, but more in the way of being aware of how...good, how sensitive he felt. Just pulling the clothes on had turned into a semi-erotic experience as the rubber stretched around him, but adjusting himself now, pulling on the plugs a bit rather than just resting on them? That was something else, something that made him tremble slightly.

Ptolemy was muttering dark warnings, but even now, they felt paranoid rather than actual things to be concerned about. Shaking his head, he finished pulling on the rest of the uniform and walked out the door of his room, heading to the elevator.

Late afternoon light poured through the limited windows in the hallway leading to the main gambling hall, and he sighed as the natural sunlight helped him feel a bit better. There was something in that warmth that made him feel more himself, less lost, and that was more than enough to bring his smile back to his face. He picked up a tray on the way through the slot machines, gathering drinks that had been abandoned, and then slowly making his way towards the bar.

Just as usual, Aspen was right there. The wolfdog looked down at him with a slight smirk.

"Well, well, early to shift today?"

"I thought I'd try and be a good employee."

"Being a good boy, more like."

The fox's ears pulled back, half in embarrassment, half in mild discomfort. And...and for another reason as well, he realized.

Good boy? Aries whispered.

That hasn't done that before, Ptolemy muttered.

What...why do we feel...good? Gemini asked.

Because they did. And that good feeling made them uncomfortable, because that was demeaning, something that would have been addressed to a pet, rather than a person. Blake shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling at the same time.

"I'm just trying to be worth the time and money it took to get here," he said.

"Apparently, you're doing well. Management likes what they see, so far."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They're looking at you with great interest."

The wolfdog chuckled, and once more, those eyes wandered up and down the rubber fox's body. He tried not to be too self-conscious about it - after all, he'd been eye-ogled plenty of times at his last job - but it was hard not to feel a little strange about it.

"Yes, indeed. I think that they're thinking of a promotion for you."

"They?"

"Well, management."

"I thought you were going to be -"

"Heh, don't worry. Right now, you're still working under me. But keep playing your cards right, and I'll send a recommendation for both a raise and a new suite, if I think you're worth it."

That would be a huge bolster to his resumé, he had to admit. Having a promotion that early in the new job would stand out if he ever had to leave, and it would be the start of something great as he moved up the ladder. He smiled, ignoring some of the vague rumblings from both Ptolemy and Gemini this time.

As he collected drinks, though, Aspen leaned in, and whispered something. He didn't quite catch the word, but it did something to him. He felt his legs go wobbly, his head go funny, and he started...sliding...down...

_Aries stepped forward, taking advantage of Ptolemy's distraction with easing Gemini, and he grinned as he held the tray tightly. He could feel the buzzing between their legs again, and the soft vibrations pulsing down there - a new neutral that he adored - was just enough to keep a firm bulge rising in the front of the catsuit.

"Mmm, that's what I wanted..."

"Heh, another new one?"

"Aries, at your service," the rubber fox said, bowing at the waist and smiling broadly. Oh, let Ptolemy get all angry and annoyed at not taking the opportunity. They were going to have fun today._

"Heh, I imagine that you're the flirt."

"Oh, you could say that, though I love to deliver on it, too," he said, winking, leaning forward and stroking a finger down the wolfdog's chest. "I don't suppose that you'd like to find out what I can deliver on..."

"Heh, that's about what I expected from something like you."

"Something? I'll have you know I'm some-ONE."

"Yes, yes, sure you are."

The slight condescension brought his ears down just a bit, but it didn't completely put a damper on his pleasure. He still smiled, dusting himself off as he stepped back and took the tray again. It was already filled with drink orders, and the vibratory pulses between his legs told him just where to take them.

"I suppose I better get to work."

"Yes, yes, why don't you do that?"

"Anything large expected today?"

"Oh, just a few elephants."

Elephants. That meant big. That meant big dicks, too. He was already starting to swim in his own fantasies when Ptolemy threw up mental walls of cold water, dousing the worst of his ardor. Groaning in frustration, he took the tray and set to work.

It didn't take long to bring the drinks around, but before he could start flirting, he was made to come back to the bar for more orders. Then again, and again, each time getting him right up to the point where he was about to get an invitation before he was blue-balled and sent back to the bar. It was downright frustrating, and he was starting to feel angry from it.

By the sixth time that it happened, when he was at the point of throwing such a tent in his outfit that it felt like he was going to cum if he walked the wrong way, Aries almost whipped around and threw the tray like a frisbee back at the bar. Only the fact that he was still on the clock and knew that he had to be a good boy -

That phrase again, it sung in his soul, making him feel soooooo good.

But he had to be good, had to be well-behaved if they were going to keep what they had, and if he was going to be helpful to the group. Ptolemy helped steady him, and Gemini sympathized, making him feel more like he was justified without needing to act on it. He managed to walk - stiffly, but still movement - to the bar, laying the tray down more formally than ever. Aspen noticed, too.

"What's up?"

"You're keeping me busy, and not in the fun way."

"Come on, you know you have to work."

"Yes, but this isn't work. This is drudgery. I want FUN."

"Well, you could have that, but that would mean losing a little of that imagination."

"I'd be willing to pay that price if this stopped being boring."

"Would you now?" Aspen asked, chuckling.

"Hey, I said it, didn't I?"

The wolfdog nodded, then leaned in. Another whisper of something, something different, and -

**Ptolemy stopped them from falling, the fox standing with a greater stiffness and austerity to him. He rested one hand on the empty tray, shaking his head.

"Stop this."

"Stop what?" Aspen asked.

"I'm aware of what this is. At some point, you used hypnosis to install trigger words. We are familiar with this. You will stop it. Now."

"Hmm...well, that's annoying."

Ptolemy was certain that it was. He had yet to recall what had happened after the conversation that he'd had with Aspen the day before, but he had remembered that they had, indeed, had a conversation. He'd been offered the possibility of having more 'control' when it came to the biological functions, and over the others. He remembered that much, and he remembered not being entirely happy about it, but knowing that it was better to come to him than someone like Aries, or Toy.**

Unfortunately, whatever had been done had wiped most of his memories of it being done in the first place, and that meant that he had to deal with the further annoyance of someone that was messing with the whole of them. He crossed his arms slowly.

"I am certain that you have already covered yourself when it comes to whatever passes for HR here. However, I am willing to take the blame for leaving if it means keeping the others safe."

"You would walk out those doors right now?"

"I am not interested in being a toy. Nor am I interested in being someone's controlled or kept fox."

"Hmmph. The others are more agreeable."

"They are currently busy. And unaware of this. Thanks to you."

"Yes...and if I were to say 'Drone Zone'?"

The rubber fox shook his head. Something else was buzzing away in his skull, but it clearly affected the others more. Hypnosis had never been the same for him. There was a chance of doing something to him, but it was hardly the overwhelming influence that it could become for Blake, Aries, and Gemini.

"What the hell?" Aspen asked.

"I am different to them."

"Clearly."

"Now, either you will remove what has been done, never use it again, or we are walking."

"...That seems rather unfair to me. This place paid for you to come out and work."

"Correct. And we will pay that back. But not under these conditions."

"Hmmm...I see that we might have gone a little too far, too quickly."

"More than that. You have ten seconds to give me a decision."

"You speak for all of them?"

"When I have to."

It was a partial lie, unfortunately. He spoke for the others in absentia, when their front and their flirting socialite were out of commission or compromised. He hated being front like this, but there was little choice in the matter. Someone had to be, and someone had to make the decisions that the others were not willing to make.

"Ten."

"Hang on."

"Nine."

"Just -"

"Eight."

"What if I offered -"

"Seven."

"Will you shut up and let me make a counteroffer?"

"Six."

"What if I made you front?"

"Five."

"What if I made let you shut down the others when they were being stupid?"

"..."

"Ah, there's something you want then, hmm? There's something you actually want?"

"I'll allow the counter-offer, but I have conditions of my own."

"Figured you would. Now, tell me. What kind of things do you need?"

"No more sex."

"...That feels unfair to the others."

"Fine. No more sex that is not asked for by a consensus of all of us."

"...I think I can work with that. Come with me."

Blake stepped to the front again as the daylight began to fade. The moon had risen and was glowing through the rare window when he managed to get out on the floor again, and as he walked, he was all too aware of...well, everything. His rubber flesh felt more sensitive than ever, and he felt almost hollow-headed, like the air con was slowly blowing through his ears and through the middle of his skull before going out again. It was so...strange.

More distracting, Aries was bubbly, almost like he was drunk and giddy from it, happily chattering about anything and everything, including every lewd fantasy that passed through his consciousness. There was something to be said for being vocal and honest about what you wanted, but that was something new. Usually, he respected the preferences of the rest of their group a bit better, but he kept expecting Ptolemy to snap at him.

Instead, Ptolemy was almost...smug. Like there was something that he was just waiting to use, but was waiting for the exact right moment to use it. And he didn't feel the usual slight distaste for the kink stuff that the logical one normally had for that sort of kinky diatribe. Something was off, or missing, or something like that.

But it was hard to focus on that when he needed to work. As it stood, he had Gemini clinging to him in a rather comforting way, the shyest of them feeling a little more comfortable looking out through their shared eyes, enjoying the beauty of the casino. That one had always had some pleasure from the pretty things, and Blake was happy to share that while the others were doing their own things.

As for Toy...well, it was weird. Toy was almost completely present, something that was strange to begin with, but there was almost that feeling of body-sharing, like Toy was standing literally right behind him, just under the skin, filling him up and reminding him of all the fun things that they could do in this position. It was like Toy wanted to be made into a toy again, and drag them all along for the ride.

The whole that they had been before arriving felt...distant. Not broken, not shattered, but unfocused.

Eventually, Aries finally started talking about wanting to be double-penetrated by elephants, and his graphic description of what he wanted the elephants to do to their hole was so vivid that it was putting a blush on Blake's face just to hear it. He was about to tell the flirt to shut it when Ptolemy took it out of his hands.

Muzzle time.

And just like that, the horny, drunken stream of consciousness stopped. Blake stumbled at the sudden silence, almost spilling a martini on one of the elephants that Aries had been fantasizing about, but he managed to cover it with an apology and a quick placement of the cup. He would have liked to run away after that, but there was no chance in hell that he'd be allowed. The elephant's stare nailed him to the ground, and inside, he was running mad, turning his attention to Ptolemy.

_What...the hell...was that?

A trick that I have uncovered.

Since when did you put trigger words in?_

I did not. I discovered one.

I didn't - we didn't come up with permission for that.

No, but we needed a way to stop him before we ended up making bad decisions.

We're better than that.

Were you controlled?

He honestly couldn't say that he was. Aries had been pushing his buttons hard, and he could feel that his body was running hot under the rubber. But that didn't make this okay. They had gone a long time without that, and someone just using it, even for a good reason, wasn't alright with him.

Even if it was a little...

Hot? Ptolemy asked.

That was almost as much of a stumbling moment as the logical one calling Aries to a halt, and Blake could feel the half-drunk flirt turning with the rest of them to stare at Ptolemy again. If it wasn't for the fact that they were in public, Blake was pretty sure that his jaw would have dropped to his chest, if not further.

Hot? he thought.

Yes? And? Ptolemy asked.

_Since when do you feel anything sexual?

I don't.

Then how...you...

...I don't feel anything sexual.

But you felt that,_

Blake insisted. That was a tease.

...It shouldn't have been...

The confusion was spreading from Ptolemy to the rest of them, and none of them felt entirely right. The fact that the coldest of them had managed to feel arousal - and he had, despite the lack of realization, the rest of them had been able to feel it from him - then something had obviously changed. They'd been shifting positions more and more, and none of them were entirely clear on what was going to happen next, and -

"You can take the glass back now."

The rubber fox blinked, looking down at the martini glass. Yes. They had served a drink, the elephant had finished, time to take it back.

"Of course, sir," Blake said.

"Good boy," the elephant muttered.

The rubber fox had been halfway through turning when those words hit him, and the feeling that jolted through them all was akin to the feeling of an orgasm from their holes. They clenched their teeth and had to force themselves to keep walking, to keep pushing through the feeling, even as the statement was so powerful that they almost came right then and there on the gambling floor.

They reached the bar, and Aspen was waiting. The wolfdog chuckled.

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Aspen..." Blake hesitated. "Have I, um...been doing weird things?"

"No weirder than expected."

"Yeah, um, that doesn't answer the question."

"Yeah, I don't get paid to answer your questions. But relax. Nothing's bad happened yet, has it?"

"...No, but -"

"So, stop worrying about it. You're fine, everything's fine. Just go with the flow."

There it was again, that odd, floating feeling. Not enough to carry him away, but enough to feel weird. He had to sit down, shaking his head a few times.

"I don't know. It just...I feel..."

And then Aspen said something else, something so quiet that it messed with their head. It pushed them down, down, down, and then, they were out cold, slumping forward against the bar without a care in the world.

Aspen shook his head as he looked down at the rubber fox. The wolfdog had expected this one to be some easy prey, but the more that he fiddled with the little slut's brain, the more wrinkles and obstacles he found.

Who'd have thought that this little bitch had a way to resist the machines? he thought.

Learning about Ptolemy's ability to do that had almost completely derailed that particular plot, but thankfully, he'd been able to think on his feet and offer something else. Nothing huge, something that would actually give the fox the ability to actually really resist going through with this plan, but enough to make him feel like there was some new control.

And thankfully, it had offered him the chance to work on that personality, too. Might've had some resistance to hypnosis, but reprogramming? Too machine-like to be able to resist something like that.

The wolfdog could have taken it further then, but there were issues. They were in public, they were exposed to the rest of the casino, and he knew for a fact that there would be others watching that weren't going to just bow to employee authority. Even one that was fairly high up in the management chain.

"It's your lucky day, fox," he muttered under his breath, reaching down and picking the rubber boy up by the scruff of the neck. "Guess you get the day off."

And that way, he hopefully wouldn't remember some of the things that had been coming to mind.

They woke up one by one, this time with Aries first. As a result, they were in the middle of toying with themselves with the plugs when the rest of them woke up, and as Blake was the last to come forward, they were also locked in a vote about whether they were allowed to keep going or not. Ptolemy and Gemini were against, Toy and Aries were entirely for continuing the masturbatory fun.

Blake groaned as he found his hand on the toys, feeling them pressing against his sex and against his ass. The feeling of them inside of him was still just as good as it had been on the floor, almost better in some ways. He shivered as he realized just how slick they had become, and how open his holes liked to be, and how empty they felt now that he was off of them. The sensation was, to put it mildly, difficult to handle.

"Mmmph..."

Pleeeeeeeeeeease? Aries asked.

Bad idea, Ptolemy grunted.

And it was in that moment, when he heard the other one grunt, that he realized that there was a want there, too. A want that shouldn't be there, but was, spreading to the normally asexual, chill personality.

"...We shouldn't."

But it's sooooo good. And he wants it, even if he's saying no.

Shut up.

But you dooooo.

Please, just...can't we stop for a bit? Think about things? Gemini asked.

But I'm so cloooooose.

They were, too, too close to stop without causing discomfort. He sighed, and he put his vote towards continuing.

No sooner had he done so than Aries took 'front' back, holding tight to the feeling of ecstasy and pleasure. The rising bliss of climax was something that was strange to Blake, too, but it wasn't unwelcome. It was just...weird. Weird, but good, and getting better with each popping insertion from the plugs under them.

"Mmmph...ah..."

Nnngh...

O-oh...

Mmmph...nnngh...

They all moaned together, with Toy being the loudest of them in his raw sound-feeling in their head. Soon, they came...and with that orgasm, with that blissful feeling trembling through them, it felt like something had changed. What, they didn't know, but something, something big.

The End

Summary: Blake and company continue their employment at the Silver Snakes casino, and things are getting weirder.

Tags: H/solo, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Programming, Arousal, Orgasm, Cum, Plugs, Rubber, Fox, Wolfdog, Elephant, Trigger Words, Series,