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Smoothing Things Out

Part 8

For Libra-11 and Harute11

By Draconicon

They could all feel Rorshark through their minds, pushing gently at them, trying to nudge for information. For Blake, in front, there was even more of that, attempting some movement in curiosity at having a physical body, and there was only so much that the human could do to slow him down. It was odd, almost ghostly, like someone was wearing him as a suit as fingers pushed into his hands and out through his own digits, as an arm attached to that filled out his limbs like a sleeve.

It was both disturbing and rather sexy at the same time, something that he hadn't really experienced and something that was not quite creepy enough to really get to him. He wondered if that was due to Rorshark, too, or if this was more down to the fact that he was something of an odd man himself.

He giggled a bit, unable to help himself in his half-high state, and Libra looked over his shoulder.

"Something the matter?" the rabbit-wolf asked.

"Just feeling Rorshark moving around...it's weird."

"Oh. Should I -"

"Yeah."

It was odd to ask for bondage, but it was kind of sexy, too. There was far less shyness in his mind this time, far less of that shame that usually came for asking about kinky things, and he wondered if he was somewhat 'healed' with the way that Rorshark had bonded to him, as if the worst and most problematic traits had been sort of leveled out, averaged out by the attachment of the spirit to his body.

He had only a few seconds to ponder that before the restraints popped out of the table, wrapping around his waist and pinning him in place.

Rorshark jumped, and in the process, slammed their hips up against the - thankfully padded - metal bar. The shark spirit inside him jerked back, their butt hitting the table, their nude state causing certain things to flip-flop against their thighs. Everything that they felt, Rorshark felt, and Blake could feel the complete confusion in the spirit chunk that was bound up with him. The others were clearly feeling something similar, and the reactions ranged from amusement to slight taunting in the case of Cancer to comforting in the case of Aries. The various headmates were all getting in on this.

For him, Blake was just giggling at the confusion and the odd feeling of helplessness that was pulsing through the spirit. It was feeding off him with that, he knew, considering his reaction to bondage. He reached up, patting his other hand, and felt Rorshark grip him back. It was odd, holding his own hand like that, but he gave as comforting a squeeze as he could in that moment.

"It's okay. It's okay."

"Yes, it is," Libra said. "And I think we're just about ready."

Blake looked up, feeling one of his eyes trying to spin off to the side before discomfort stopped it in its tracks. Rorshark was contented to look through his eyes together with him, and the spirit made that one eye go wide when it saw the new thing.

It was a rubber dispenser that had been rolled over with a cart, one that was positioned with the dispenser right over their chest. The tip was blackened already, the latex and rubber inside waiting to be poured.

"Ready?" Libra asked.

"Heh...I think so..."

"Well, that says yes."

The rabbit hybrid's hand found his cock, and Blake groaned as he received a few light pumps. Very light, very gentle, but more than enough to keep him up and rigid with everything else going on.

"Mmmph..."

"That's a good boy. You want it, don't you?"

"Mmmph...you know...you know I do," Blake panted.

"Want to be a good little latex boi for me?" Libra teased. "Covered up and controlled, smooth and shimmering?"

"Mmmph...yes..."

"Just be good for me...and you'll get it."

He could feel the confusion coming from the spirit, particularly from the occasional head-pats and the crotch-rubs. There was something very different about that, he imagined, if you weren't used to more physical sensations. He knew that he was still shivering and floating on cloud-nine from the weird feeling of being infested with the spirit, but this...this was something that he was more familiar with.

As Libra pulled his hand back, giving him a chance to relax and get ready, Blake took a few deep breaths. At the same time, he clenched muscles that he had long-since trained for personal pleasure, making himself feel his hole pulling tight, his cock jumping up and slapping against his stomach. He felt Rorshark blink and stiffen inside him, and then -

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The shark spirit took control of their cock, swinging it up and stiffening the muscles at the base, tensing itself up so that it kept moving, swinging, swaying. There was something odd - and more than slightly arousing - about having his cock in someone else's control like that, and he was more than willing to let it continue.

The other headmates were feeling it by proxy, and they were grinning, for the most part. Not so much Ptolemy and Cancer, but the others? Oh, they were into it. Ryder was grinning in the back, and Toy was all a-tingle with anticipation. Aries was on the verge of shoving his way forward and taking a turn, too, wanting to be in front to feel everything most keenly, but Blake asked for him to wait. Just a bit longer, he wanted. Just a bit longer, so that he could be partially covered first.

He felt the question rising from the shark spirit, nodding to himself.

Covered in the goo, he thought. It feels kind of like you.

Like him? Rorshark seemed confused.

Don't worry...you'll see...

They were bonded closely enough that he could feel Rorshark's anticipation almost as if it was an extension of his own, and yet, at the same time, it was sufficiently different to know that it was someone else's feelings. It was not the same as feeling the other headmates, not even close, but there was something to it that made it feel familiar enough that he didn't want it to just go away, either. He leaned his head back, breathing deep, and then -

Splat.

Splat.

Splat.

The latex ooze started dripping down on his stomach, smooth and just warm enough to not be called cool, but not quite hot enough to be called warm. It spread in little rivers down his skin, dipping into his belly button before filling it up and going further along his body. Rorshark jumped inside, once more bumping them against the restraint bar before grumbling about it.

"Heh...heheh..."

It was a nervous, almost heady rush to have someone else in him experiencing this for the first time, almost like he was the one that had to guide them along. Weird, strange, but in some ways rather fun. Not the sort of thing that he was used to in the slightest, but one that he was willing to go through for the sake of someone else.

Rorshark was not exactly scared inside of him, but he was rather...inquisitive, and just a hint nervous. The shark spirit was clearly not used to the experience of physical sensations, since every new touch left him reeling for a half-second as he tried to process what was happening to him. Blake reached out, doing what he could to keep holding his other hand and guiding Rorshark through the whole thing.

Gonna be fun, he thought. Gonna be fun.

As the latex ooze slowly spread across his stomach, then up to his arms, it was clear that the latex was starting to restrain them, too. Rubbery, stretchy, yes, but with a tightness to it that pulled his arms against his torso and kept them there. Even as Rorshark tried to pull them up and away, there was no moving them.

The confusion coming from the other mind was quite palpable, but he managed to keep the feeling and worries down. Better not to push it, better not to stress it. Just enjoy it. Ride it out. Let it happen.

The ooze continued to spread, this time running down between his legs. As the black ooze found his cock and balls, he groaned under his breath, his humanoid shaft rising up and sliding into the slime. It was pushed forward just enough to create a sort of cock-sock rather than a sheath that tied his cock to his belly, and that meant that -

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Rorshark seemed utterly fascinated with the flexing that they could do down there and the pleasant feelings that came with it. As for Blake, it was rather fun to hand over his body for a while, allowing the spirit to take its pleasure. It meant that the sensation was 'forced' on him, in a way, something that was...oddly fun, and very...unique.

"Mmmph...ah..."

He panted under his breath, keeping his head back, even as Rorshark moved their body. Or, at least, tried. The shark pushed their legs down, tried to wiggle out of the binding, but it was never done in a way that was meant to actually escape. It was always with this feeling of testing how it felt, how it worked. There was this constant curiosity, this need to find out, that was so strange and new.

Soon, the rubber had spread down between his legs, covering his balls and working back towards his hole. The rest of it was running down his thighs, and some of it was spreading, intelligently this time, up to his chest. He huffed, puffed, and panted, and then, Libra was there, standing over him, rubbing one hand down his forehead.

"You okay there?" the rabbit hybrid asked.

"Uh-huh...just...just getting used to it."

"Come on, you've been in the suits a few times."

"Yeah, but this...this is new...and new passenger, too..."

"Right. How's he doing in there?"

"...Alright. Definitely curious."

"Think I should break out the vibrators yet?"

That got the shark to take notice. Rorshark took control for a moment, whipping his head up and back so fast that Blake was almost sure that he would have a crick in his neck afterward. He groaned under his breath, huffing softly as he shook his head afterward, but Libra only chuckled.

"Oh. He heard that, huh?"

"Mmmph...I'd say yeah..."

"I'm surprised that he hasn't tried talking yet."

"I don't think...doesn't feel like he wants to. Or can."

"Even though he's got your voicebox, now?"

"I don't think that matters," Blake said. "I think he's more interested in the stuff he's feeling than the stuff he could say."

"Well, that's a pity..."

Before Blake could ask why, Libra reached under the table, pulling out some of the vibrators that they had been talking about. The rubber had spread still further, finally up to Blake's neck and down to his ankles, and it was bubbling up and down respectively, swallowing up more and more of his flesh. But it wasn't just a suit this time, and that was what made it all the more interesting.

He shivered as he felt some of the rubber bubbling up under him, starting to bunch up and push together into a more solid shape just under his ass. The feeling of the latex and rubber forming something more solid and less like the slime that had covered him already was very different, but all the more pleasant for that. He shivered, panted, huffed through his clenched teeth as he felt the tip of that solid thing rubbing against his pucker, slowly edging in, pulling back, and edging in again.

That, more than anything else, finally dragged Rorshark's attention off of Libra. The shark spirit twisted and turned on the table, trying to get a better idea of what was happening down there, but everything that it tried only got it more tangled up in the bondage straps that held them down. Their cock throbbed, bounced, twitched -

"Mmmph!"

And they both groaned when it slid in, the multi-tone of two voices through one throat more than a little uncomfortable. Kind of like a throat cramp, in a way, and he realized why he and the rest of the headmates didn't speak together out loud. The risk of the cords pressing together like that was too much, and would be far too uncomfortable. He swallowed, groaning more as the feeling of the rubber plug sliding in got more intense the further it went, getting thicker, too, before -

Pop.

The thick bottom finally managed to pop in, and he shivered, his cock - their cock - bouncing without anyone flexing it. The tip of the rubber sleeve holding it in place was somewhat inflated, too. Maybe Rorshark was going more than just inhabiting him.

"Mmmph...ah..."

"Not too big?" Libra asked.

"Not...not for me..."

I want it bigger! Aries called from his little room, and Blake couldn't help but chuckle. For that matter, neither could the others.

Rorshark, of course, was more confused than anything, and that only made it funnier. Blake had to turn his head as the rubber rolled up the back of his head, feeling it moving over his ears and running backwards into fox-ears rather than standard, real ones. He managed to stop giggling after a few seconds, shaking his head.

"It's fine. It's fine. Just...Rorshark being completely confused."

"Wow. He's really not used to this, is he?"

"I don't think so..."

"Well, I guess this is the best way to educate him on physical sensations..."

"So, um...this is not just making me into a rubber suit, is it?" Blake asked.

"Nope. Rubber fox. You're good with that, right?"

"Y-yeah, I'm good with that..."

"Good. Now, hold your breath. It's going over your face...now."

The rubber did just as the rabbit said it was, and it flooded forward. He went blind, and for a split-second, he had to fight the panic rising down in his guts. Rorshark, for once, was more helpful than not, since he was confused as to why this would be scary, and that helped him be less afraid since he had to try and explain something that didn't actually make sense. By the time that he could puzzle it out, the rubber had already run all the way down to his nose and lips, spreading around them, creating lines that were running around his lips and forcing his mouth open.

Shortly after, holes opened in the ooze, allowing him to breathe again, and lenses started forming around his eyes. Not perfect, but a hell of a lot better than what they could have been. He was seeing the world once more, but was far more helpless in the process.

He was having to take deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down as he felt the gradual formation of a muzzle around his face. It was more or less solid rubber running from one end of his face to the other, expanding outwards for a few inches and splitting...somewhere. It felt like it was connected to him, though, which was the new and weird part, almost as if the rubber was real and living rather than just a mask.

Libra's tech is so cooooool, Aries thought.

It certainly is...fascinating.

I...can't fault its effectiveness, Cancer admitted.

And it was definitely good at what it did, because when Libra tapped their lips teasingly, running a finger past their mouth, they moaned out loud. The pressure on their tongue was surprisingly good, making the simple push and pressure feel like it was hitting them down between their legs, instead.

That was new. That was very new.

And even as they were throbbing with the pleasure, Rorshark was doing the same. The spirit shivered inside them, its presence rippling through their limbs, clearly at a loss of how to deal with all the new stuff that it was going through and trying to figure out how to understand it. Every time that they felt something new, the headmates were able to enjoy it and move forward, considering that they were here for that, but Rorshark...

He didn't have any understanding of physical pleasures or how they were supposed to make the body feel, Blake realized. This was completely new to the spirit.

He smiled, doing what he could to reach out and help, guiding him through the pleasure as Aries slid forward...

_The happy-go-lucky headmate grinned as he took the driver's seat, happy as ever to be in the front and doing what he did best. He reached out -

Oh, wait. He didn't have hands free, that's right. He was tied up and - oh, that was nice. A good plug, but he'd been right before. Not nearly as thick as he would have liked. He wanted it bigger, but that was something that he couldn't ask for. Not with the gag in his mouth, and particularly not with that finger pushing down enough to imitate being on his tongue.

Or, was it on his tongue? There was a rubber tongue in his new muzzle, but that wasn't real, was it? Or...was it? It was hard to tell, and there wasn't any way for him to test it, and -

Buzzzzzz.

"Mmmmm..."

He moaned around the gag in his mouth at the tell-tale sign of the vibrator wand powering up. That, he knew, was going to be downright amazing. He grinned as wide as he could around the gag, half-sure that the rubber muzzle was rising with it, and felt his new headmate tensing up in their ball-pit of a room._

Don't worry, he thought. This is going to be fun. Sooooo fun.

Rorshark didn't seem to know what to think, what to say. For that matter, he seemed almost a little overwhelmed. Aries understood. He was a rambunctious sort of person, a personality that would overwhelm those that weren't used to him from how high-energy he was. He would have reached out a steadying hand, but all he wanted to do was play and enjoy and -

"MMMMMMMMMPH!"

The vibrator pressed right underneath the head of their rubber-coated cock, and it was enough to send him to cloud-nine. For the spirit?

Well, it was downright explosive.

Aries had never felt someone that was utterly virgin go off like that before, but it had to be something like this. The shark spirit arched its back - their back - slamming their hips against the metal restraint band that pinned them to the table. Thrust, thrust, thrust, trying to get more of what had only been teased, and then -

BUZZZZZZ!

Getting exactly what it wanted and then trying to get away. Rorshark yanked their hips back down, trying to squirm back, the sensation overwhelming, almost painful. The shark spirit had never felt something that good, tried to get away, but the vibrator chased it right back down. Aries giggled, holding tight to his new friend, helping him as best he could.

Go with it. Enjoy it.

Rorshark struggled, wordlessly trying to explain, but Aries just kept him pinned.

Go with it, it gets better. Wait it out.

And the pleasure did keep getting better, stronger, more intense. The shark and the fox moaned out loud, bucking their hips again and again, enjoying themselves immensely. They could feel their pleasure rising, rising, rising, and it was soon reaching the point of utter oblivion. Aries grinned, feeling the rubber around their cock getting tighter, flowing over their feet and pushing them to tiptoe like paws. The vibrator wand rolled down their cock, reaching that spot just above their balls, and then it went back up again. The pulsing, throbbing pleasure got stronger and stronger and stronger until -

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!

Right in that spot again, right in that special place right under the head. Aries screamed, Rorshark roared in his soundless, wordless way, and they went right over the edge...

And they didn't stop there.

Ptolemy was having an easier time than Blake or Aries dealing with the stimulation, but it was still getting to him by association. The physical stimulation poured through the barriers between him and the other headmates, and he could feel it still twitching through their cock.

The fact that Rorshark was still - at least temporarily - in there with him didn't make it better. If anything, that made it all the more intense since he couldn't entirely shut the shark spirit out, and that man was going through this for the first time.

So, the rabbit rode out the stimulation, holding back as he was rocked back and forth against the restraints. Rorshark had an iron grip on the body and wasn't letting go anytime soon. Not to mention that he clearly didn't know how to, for that matter. Up, down, up, down, thrusting away and trying as hard as possible both to thrust against the vibrator and to get away from it.

"That isn't going to work," Ptolemy said.

Silent moans. He hadn't realized that was a concept until he heard them from Rorshark, the shark spirit trying to get a sound out and getting nothing. All he could do was spasm, shiver and thrust with a cock that was there and not there at the same time. The humping little thing was translated into the real world by battering their body forward and shrinking away again as the first powerful orgasm hit. Ptolemy waited for a second, knowing what was coming next -

And there it was. A scream of pleasured-pain escaped their muzzle, bursting free and running wild as Rorshark did use their vocal cords to some extent, trying to say, express something as he was forced to experience post-orgasmic sensitivity for the first time in his existence. Ptolemy casually held two hands over his ears, waiting for the first scream to subside before 'stepping' forward to help the other male. If he was going to be front again, he might as well be responsible about it.

"Wait. Just let it happen for now. It is already going down again, see?"

Their sensitivity always went down after a few minutes of hyper-stimulation, and this was no exception. Already, that need was slowly slackening off, that utter sensitivity drifting down. Their cock was not, of course - that was going to stay up, due to the way that it was trapped in the rubber - but that didn't mean that it was torture any longer.

It didn't take long for the shark to understand the trap, though, just as Ptolemy had understood it from the start. The various headmates could shift in and out, not necessarily having to 'suffer' from the exhaustion of being front. Split between the six of them the way that he was, Rorshark was going to take everything with them, enjoying it and going through it just as much as they did.

If there was ever anything that would make a temporary hedonist out of Cancer, Ptolemy imagined, this would be it.

As the vibrator rolled down, he could feel the slow growth of the plug deep down beneath them, slowly swelling in their ass. The sensation wasn't unwelcome, though it was rather strange, particularly considering the fact that they had been rather untouched back there before coming to Libra's mansion, and even that had been more with toys rather than someone else. Not something this large, either, as it was definitely passing the point of being a mere plug and being more like a suitable shaft for a mate. Ptolemy had to breathe slowly to maintain his own self-control, but he managed it. Barely.

"It seems that the plan is to test our body," he said. "I imagine that you will be finding it rather...intense. But it is something that, by all means, you should be able to withstand. And if not, better for you to know now."

Rorshark moaned, helplessly twitching their body's hips, trying to push forward, push back, fucking himself forward and backward.

"Yes, yes, it is intense. But this is what is expected from those that put their bodies on their line for someone else. It was made quite clear that there was some intimacy to be expected from us when Libra brought us here, though not in a transactional sense. If you want to be part of the physical world, you will have to get used to this."

From the non-expression on the confused, overwhelmed spirit's face, it wasn't entirely clear that the shark spirit entirely wanted to remain in the physical realm after going through all this. Considering everything that he was being put through, he wasn't entirely sure that he blamed him.

However, they were still in Blake's body, for now, and that meant that they were going to operate by those rules. Ptolemy pulled a book down from the mental bookshelf, doing what he always did to tune out the physical sensations going on, and thumbed it open.

"Tell me if you need more advice. Until then, I will indulge in some Austin."

Rorshark moaned, but didn't push for more. Ptolemy, meanwhile, started to feel something rather...different. Something that felt like a stretching sensation that was pulling through him, his little mental room, and everything else around him. The rabbit paused in his reading, cocking his head to the side.

"Hmm...is it already happening, then?"

There was no answer from Rorshark, but he imagined that it was. A little early, he felt, but certainly not a bad time for it...

A few seconds passed by, and then a few more as the stimulation ramped up. Cancer and Ryder both slid forward, each of them eager to push Rorshark and see just where the shark spirit's limits were. It was different from simply sharing the stimulation around between the different headmates. Instead of just sharing the pleasure, they were sharing the sensitivity, as well, and while they had to deal with the fact that Rorshark was sensitive as all hell, he was still soaking up most of the intensity of it.

So, it didn't take long before their body was spasming in constant pleasure, their orgasms coming faster and faster with each passing spasm of pleasure. They were going over the edge almost too quickly, and the headmates were passing the body between them like a game of hot-potato, with Rorshark the one being constantly in touch with it, and the shark finding a way to rumble with moans of utter bliss.

But even as they were pushed over the edge to climax again and again, something else was happening. Throughout the connections that they had with each other, they could feel a slow split happening, something that was stretching them out further and further.

At first, it almost felt as if their head was growing, as if their body had changed and given them more capacity. Then, it felt as if they were in something else, their minds dragged down some long tunnel, pulled into different places, occupying different spaces.

And then....

Then...

Then it was dark. Blake felt the lights going off one by one, the connection that he had with Aries, with Ptolemy, with all the others slowly winking out. There was still a sense of presence, something preserved, something unique still there, but it was all through Rorshark now, shared through the spirit that filled him. He didn't know what to do about that, didn't know how he was supposed to take that, and he was too high on his body's pleasure to be able to think through it. Instead, he just slunk further and further down in the bliss, hoping that he'd be able to sort through it when all was said and done, when there was nothing else to focus on.

And as Libra leaned over him, giving him an encouraging smile, he realized one last thing. He wasn't on the same table that he used to be.

Then, darkness came, and he slowly slipped into the empty space that sleep offered him.

He opened his eyes. The buzzing had stopped, and the pleasure was gone, but there was none of the reassuring presences that he had grown used to over the years. The bubbliness that Aries offered, the protective eye that Cancer always had on things, the logical puzzling machine that Ptolemy presented himself as, the relaxed confidence that Ryder put out for everyone, the constant curiosity that Toy had: they were all gone, replaced by an odd - though not weak - imitation that was plastered over his internal space.

It wasn't just a room anymore in there, either. He leaned against the door of his mental headspace, knowing that it would normally lead to the communal area that he and the other headmates had used over the years, but there was none of the usual sound that he would have heard out there. None of the music that leaked out from Cancer's chamber. None of the rustling sound of pages turning from Ptolemy's library. Nothing.

It felt...lonely.

There was something - someone - else in his head, though, and he could feel them moving to open their eyes. Blake reached out to stop them, then stopped himself.

Why not, he thought? Why not see just what was waiting out there?

Blake's eyes opened, and he realized immediately that he wasn't where he'd started. Something poked out of his face, a muzzle - a real muzzle, this time, though one that was still made of rubber. When he twitched his face, scrunching it up, it moved and did what he was imagining, which meant...which meant that it was more than just 'real.' It was him.

Yes, Rorshark was still there, part of him, part of the whole experience, but there was something different about it. He was more himself, and Rorshark was moving their eyes around, but the spirit was also providing the extra bits that he didn't have from the other headmates anymore. They were somewhere else - somewhere safe, he hoped - while his brain had been 'repaired' to some extent, allowed for a bit more neural pathways to recover from the sudden departure of the others.

As he looked around, staring at the white ceiling and wondering what else had happened to him and those that he cared about, he could feel something else in the back of his head. Another door, one that he had missed in his mental room. It was marked as an 'Outside' door, and he could hear something through that one where he couldn't through the others.

I have a house, now, not just a room...and if I wanted to see the others...

That meant going Outside, now, out of his own head, rather than deeper inside it. He wondered if they had 'Outside' doors, too.

But before he could sink too deep into the what-ifs, Libra leaned over him. The hybrid's face was a picture of concern melting into something else, and he sighed as he shook his head.

"Thank heavens."

"What...happened?" Blake asked, groaning as his throat felt like it was a bit closed up. "What's going on?"

"Remember the various bodies that we talked about?"

"...Yeah..."

"Well, I figured that it was a good time to start pulling you into them while you were having too good a time to notice. But you were the last one to wake up, and you were the one that moved with some...difficulty, considering that you were the last one left in the original body."

"...Original...body? I'm not..."

"Not quite. There's quite a bit different now, Blake...Are you ready to see what your new world is like?"

"...Sure."

The End

Summary: Blake and the others put Rorshark through a supportive, pleasurable wringer.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Possession, Body Sharing, Series, Vibrator, Plug, Various Species, Rubber, Bondage, Kink, Orgasm, Cum, Sensitivity,