# The Magic Act, Part 1
by Oreos, the Choco-Vanilla Skunkette

To say it had been a rough week was an understatement. The company I was working for had been spiralling the financial drain for months, and that morning I finally got the word that they were letting me go. I never kept much at the office so I had my desk cleaned out by lunch, and spent the afternoon at home IMing some friends to try to keep my spirits up.

After a bit of chatting, a few of them decided to drag me out to the club to see a show and get my mind off things, and I wasn't really feeling in much of a mood to disagree. We made arrangements for them to pick me up in an hour or so, and I set to work getting myself presentable.

I took a quick shower to wash off some of the stress of the day, then rummaged through my closet to find something to wear. I didn't have much to choose from; being a sugar glider tended to make most types of clothing somewhat impractical to wear. When times were better I paid quite a bit to have some items custom tailored; split up either side, with a set of small hooks on the edges that clipped into a set of rings pierced in my glider flaps right next to my torso. I picked out one such outfit, a blue halter-top cocktail dress, hoping it wouldn't be too formal for the club.

I slipped it on and was just brushing out a bit of my tail fur when the doorbell rang, announcing my friends' arrival. I slipped my apartment key into a small pocket in my dress, leaving my purse behind, and barely managed to pull the door closed behind me before my friends were dragging me out to the car.

Before I knew it, we were all piled around a table in the club, maybe half way back from the stage and a little off to one side, but we still had a good view. "So what's the act tonight, anyway?" I asked, filling my empty stomach with a few hotwings, having forgotten to eat lunch during the confusion of the day.

"It's some magician, goes by 'Randini' I think. Apparently he's really popular but to be honest the description of the shows themselves seemed a bit lackluster. You know, the usual magic show fare. I guess we'll find out what makes him so special soon."

I nodded, wiping my paws on a wet nap and refilling my glass from the pitcher of mango smoothie. "Maybe he can wave his magic wand and make me forget about my life for a while." I sighed a little.

We were about half way through our second basket of wings when the lights dimmed, a bit of dramatic music playing as the curtain rose. Upon the stage stood a rather unassuming looking kitsune dressed in a plain black tuxedo, and to the right of him stood his assistant. She was a fairly pretty skunk, wearing a revealing burlesque style outfit consisting mostly of an overbust corset with a long skirt, split up the front and fringed with feathers to show off her legs and her glossy black heels, the same feathers hemming the top of her corset and the cuffs of her black satin opera gloves.

The show started off well enough, with the usual interlocking ring tricks, a few card tricks played with the audience, and so on. I almost stopped paying attention when it came time to saw the assistant in half.

My interest was piqued when I saw one of the stage hands roll out the table for the trick. Rather than the usual two part box, it was just a flat table with an arched fixture in the middle and, perhaps most unexpected of all, a set of leather cuffs on either end. The stage hand and magician both helped the assistant up onto the table, laying her out and buckling down her wrists and ankles, as well as her neck and tail between them respectively.

I couldn't help but watch her squirm and wriggle a bit on the table as the arched fixture was lowered over her waist, just at the narrowest point of her corset, and clamped down into place. She made quite the show of wriggling in the bonds, eliciting a few wolf whistles from the crowd, but she didn't really get started until the saw came out.

As the magician lowered the saw into the slot of the fixture, she started really putting on a show, squirming, writhing and whimpering in a perfect 'damsel in distress' role. It almost got me wondering what the trick was going to be, as I couldn't see how they could possibly pull off 'sawing' her with a setup like that.

But saw he did, the magician drawing the blade back and forth, eliciting helpless yelps and mewls from the assistant as the blade slowly appeared to sink through her waist until it was grinding against the table. There was no blood of course, it was just a magic trick, but all the same I was transfixed by the sight.

I didn't have much time to ponder what would happen next before the magician dramatically pulled the saw out, casting it aside and shoving the two sections of table apart, the assistant quite clearly separated into two wriggling, whimpering pieces. "And there you have it," he announced boldly "my lovely assistant, split safely in two."

He walked between the two halves, spinning her top section around a few times to demonstrate that it was in no way connected to the bottom half, before facing the audience again "But I'm sure you're questioning, how can this be? Surely her top half is real, but might the bottom half be a mere forgery? Well, I can assure you, a forgery would not be able to elicit a reaction like this." and he dove his white gloved paw quickly between her legs, causing her knees to try to pull together, and apparently fondled her crotch. The assistant responded with a deep red blush, and an embarrassed, whimpering moan, bringing out some rather boorish hoots and cheers from the crowd.

I blushed a little, taking a swig of my smoothie partly to hide behind the glass, and started to wonder just how raunchy this magic show was going to get. The magician spun the two halves of the table around a few more times before joining them back together again, the stage hands assisting in uncuffing the assistant as he raised the fixture across her waist, revealing her to be quite whole once more, if a bit more flushed and embarrassed than before.

The stage hands cleared the table away, and rolled out the next apparatus, that column of boxes thing where they split the assistant into even more pieces. The assistant turned to see it, and gave the magician a stern look "Oh no you don't, you're not putting me in there. You're just gonna grope me again in front of all these people!"

The magician gave her a disappointed, pleading look "Aww, come now Oreos, these people paid good money to see this show, we can't let them down now. I promise, no more funny business, scout's honour!" He was nearly begging on his knee by the end of it, rather hamming it up a little much.

"No sir, if you want to continue the show you'll have to find a different assistant, I'm not playing your silly games anymore." and she turned away from him in a huff, arms crossed defiantly.

The magician turned to the audience,  a sorrowful look in his eyes. "Oh heavens, I'm so sorry for this folks, it seems like this show might be cut short today." The audience replied with various boos and jeers. "But..." he perked up briefly, then went morose again "no, no, it would never work. But maybe, just maybe, if someone from the audience would volunteer, then the show could go on. Isn't there someone out there who could help?"

I quickly glanced around the club to see if I could spot the second assistant in the audience. I knew the tricks, they always had someone from the crew who would pretend to be just a regular audience member, ready to be called up on stage to act their part.

I barely got a chance to scan half the room before I felt my chair lurch up beneath me, tossing me to my feet. "SHE'LL DO IT!" my friend yelled behind me, and a spotlight hit me before I could scramble back to my seat.

"This is wonderful, thank you miss, please come up on stage, right this way." the magician waved me over. I tried to back up, but my friend shoved me forward again, and in a bit of a stunned daze I made my way to the stage, the spotlight on me the whole way. I blushed a little as I climbed up onto the stage, standing next to the magician. "So what's your name, miss? Introduce yourself!"

I stammered a bit, blushing, not used to quite so much attention. "I... I'm Inaki."

"Let's have a big round of applause for Inaki! Come on, folks, everyone give her a hand!" the magician announced, and the crowd applauded with a few hoots mixed in, making me blush a bit more, lost in a bit of a daze of stage fright.

Before I knew it, the magician and assistant were leading me to the column of boxes, a stage hand swinging the door open. With a flourish he spun me into it, facing out, and buckled a leather cuff around my neck and waist, holding me against the back of the box, while the assistant cuffed my wrists and ankles to either side. Once I was safely secured, they closed the door, plunging me into darkness.

I couldn't make out the muffled voices outside, but it wasn't a few moments before I felt a horizontal panel side in from the side and press against the outside of my left thigh. It didn't press very hard, but the push felt kind of, I dunno, insistent. I jumped a little in my binds as, to my surprise, I felt the same push against the inside of my right thigh, as if the panel had just slid clear past my left leg like it wasn't even there at all. Just as soon as it had started, it stopped again, leaving me with a strange, tight feeling where the panel had been pushing against my legs, making me feel all the more claustrophobic.

The sensation repeated again, this time coming in from the right side just at my waist, pushing against my arm, then my waist, then my other arm. It was quickly followed by the final panel, sliding in from the front, just at my neck.

I started panting nervously, not sure what was happening as I felt myself being jostled around in strange ways for a moment or two before everything was still again. Suddenly I felt a cool draft around my legs, and I realized that the lower-most door had been opened. I felt a paw sliding up my leg, and blushed deeply before it was swatted away, presumably by the assistant. I heard some muffled, heated words outside, but couldn't make out what was being said from inside the box.

The next door that was opened was the one covering my upper torso, and I could swear I felt more than just a passing brush of a paw against my breasts. I tried to squirm, but I was pinned far too securely in the box; in addition to the cuffs, the plates seemed to immobilize me where they passed as well.

The door in front of my hips was the next one opened, and I definitely felt a groping paw slide along my sex. I blushed deeply, suddenly realizing how damp I was becoming down there, panting quickly inside the confined space as I heard another round of muffled arguing outside, no doubt the magician and assistant hamming it up at my expense.

Finally, the top door swung open, and a wave of fresh air filled the box, relieving a bit of my claustrophobia. The sight before me made my heart miss a few beats, though, as I saw the three other boxes not below me where they should have been, but spread out on the table in a semi-circle. I blushed beet red as I saw the box with my hips had been placed upside-down for comedic effect, and my skirt had slid almost completely up, nearly exposing me in front of the entire audience.

I didn't have time to curse myself for not wearing any panties before the magician shoved a microphone in my face. "So, miss Inaki, how do you feel?"

I fumbled for something to say, managing to blurt out "I... I feel as though I've fallen to pieces!". It was enough to get a laugh out of the crowd as the magician and assistant started re-stacking the boxes, closing the doors and removing the plates. Once all three had been removed, he opened the door with a flourish, a few stage hands unbuckling the cuffs that held me as the magician and assistant took my hands, leading me out to take a bow.

I was still blushing beet red, stunned in a daze of stage fright, as they prepared the next trick. The stage hands rolled out a very large glass box with a wooden lid, at the bottom of which sat what looked like a seething mass of squirming, featureless eels or something just below a wire mesh panel. "And for the next demonstration, my new assistant Inaki will perform a dramatic escape from the mysterious Japanese box of Doom! She'll have no help from her eyesight as she's blindfolded and gagged, her arms bound behind her, suspended by her ankles from the lid of the box. She'll have only 5 minutes to make her escape before the cage below opens, unleashing the lusting mass of probing tentacles onto her helpless, squirming body!"

My jaw dropped, completely stunned. I tried to think of a way out, but before I could protest the assistant piped up. "Now hang on, you can't expect her to do that. Being sliced into pieces is one thing, but you don't even know if she can pick a simple lock, never mind escape from that! This is utterly ridiculous."

The magician huffed "Did you not read the programme? This is the grand finale, we can't very well call this a magic show without a grand finale. It says right here", as he held up the leaflet, reading "the magician's assistant will attempt a daring escape from the Japanese box of Doom, with only 5 short minutes to free herself before the dreaded tentacles are unleashed upon her!" He threw the leaflet aside "Now, since Miss Inaki here has volunteered to be my new assistant, that means she'll have to be the one to make the escape attempt."

The assistant rolled her eyes. "Oh enough with this, fine, I'll be your assistant again if only to save this poor girl from any more of your lecherous parlour tricks." The audience applauded as my heart started beating again, the lump in my throat slowly subsiding.

One of the stage hands nudged me over a bit as he rolled in a tray full of bondage gear. The magician turned to me "Miss Inaki, you've been so kind thus far, could I trouble you help me prepare my assistant for this last demonstration?"

I giggled to myself softly, feeling a bit silly for having been so worried, and nodded "I'd be happy to." The assistant climbed a ladder and sat herself on the edge of the box, and the magician climbed up behind her, standing on the ladder. He motioned for me to pass up the first piece of equipment, and I handed him a rather long metal spreader bar, a thick leather cuff on either end, and watched intently as the assistant buckled one ankle herself, the magician tending to the other, a pair of padlocks closing through the hasps. A third padlock threaded through a sturdy ring in the middle of the spreader and joined to an eye-bolt on the underside of the lid, which was tipped up at the moment.

The next piece I handed up was a leather armbinder, and the magician made quick work of slipping the assistant's satin-gloved arms into it behind her back. He buckled and locked a few straps across her chest, then tightened down a cuff around her wrists, trapping her paws down in the end of it. He cuffed the end to the base of her tail, locking both. He then started pulling the laces tight, causing her to squirm a little with each tug, her arms pulling back until her forearms were pressed tight together, the strain forcing her to thrust her chest out rather provocatively.

The magician took the opportunity to grope lewdly at her bosom, yielding a series of hoots from the crowd, and a snap from the assistant's jaws chasing his paw away. I handed up the last piece of gear, and the magician chuckled, "Not a moment too soon for this", securing the harness around the assistant's head. The leather harness was locked tightly in place, securely holding a blindfold over her eyes, and a ring gag in the back of her muzzle.

In what must have been a very well practised move, the magician hoisted the assistant up, and gingerly dropped her down into the box to dangle from her legs without so much as brushing the sides of the box. He caught the lid and lowered it closed, quickly snapping the final few padlocks through a set of hasps around the rim of the lid. He gave three raps on the glass, the assistant inside already squirming around, and the tentacles below trying to surge upwards towards her but stopped just inches short by the mesh panel keeping them at bay.

I bit my lip a little as I watched, picturing myself in her place as the magician set the timer to start counting down from 5 minutes. She squirmed wildly in her bonds, bucking and straining against the creaking leather, writhing almost sensually inside the glass box to the delight of the crowd. I saw the minutes tick by on the counter, the skunk squirming more frantically and panicked with each passing moment, and I started to notice she wasn't actually making any headway in releasing herself. She was still just as tightly bound as when she started.

My tail frizzed out as the buzzer on the timer suddenly sounded and the mesh panel quickly folded aside. I watched, feeling as if time had nearly come to a standstill, as the tentacles immediately shot upwards to envelop her. I could see her neck bulge a little as one of the tentacles plowed straight down her throat through the ring gag binding her muzzle open, followed not a split second later by dozens of other inky black appendages worming their way under every piece of her clothing, probing into god only knows where.

The magician let out a mocking 'aww' as the crowd hooted and whistled. He pulled a small rope on the side of the box, causing a curtain to drop over the sides of the box. "Well, I guess she didn't make it. We'd better give them a little privacy for now and hope for better luck next time!" He turned to me with a grin that gave me a strange feeling of unease "Well, I guess we can take one more shot at a grand finale, can't we, Miss Inaki? Audience, what do you think?"

I tried to decline, but the audience cheered me on. I didn't know what was in store for me, but I clearly couldn't back out of it now. The magician took my hand and faced the audience "Since all good things must, eventually, come to an end, I feel it appropriate that we bid a fond farewell to our dear Miss Inaki in the most spectacular way possible. In short, I will perform the ultimate feat of a magician, and make her disappear into thin air!"

I wished I could disappear into thin air, as I glanced over to see a stage hand rolling out a large X-frame, complete with heavy leather buckles at each of the four corners. I felt another lump growing in my throat, but before I could swallow it the magician and stage hand had already cuffed my paws tightly, holding them spread out above me.

I tugged at the cuffs, finding no hope of squirming free from them, and blushed beet red as the magician lifted my left foot, cuffing my ankle just as securely to one of the lower cuffs, the stage hand repeating the procedure on the right, leaving me dangling helplessly from my wrists.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm my nervous panting, and trying to get control of my ever growing arousal. I was no stranger to bondage, even being bound in slightly embarrassing positions, but something was different this time. I'd never got this hot just from being tied up before.

Unfortunately, my efforts to calm myself weren't being helped by the magician, who had positioned himself strategically in front of me such that one of his two tails could slip up under my skirt, the fluffy fur brushing teasingly across my embarrassingly damp sex while he delivered his grand monologue building up to the finale. The distraction made it impossible to keep track of what the magician was saying, and almost made me forget all the eyes staring at my helpless, squirming form.

Suddenly there was a bright flash and a plume of smoke swirling up to envelop me, bringing me back to reality. I expected to feel some sort of lurching motion as a stage hand would quickly wheel me away or a trap door would open below me or something, but nothing came. The smoke slowly dissipated and the bright flash faded into the glare of the spotlight. I was still on stage, still bound to the frame, still exactly where I had been 10 seconds earlier.

I looked over to see the magician, standing just off to the side now, gesture up to me and announce his success. "There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, the greatest feat of all. Where once my dear assistant Inaki stood, there is now naught but thin air in her place." He took a deep bow, and the laughter from the audience didn't surprise me one bit. What did come as quite a surprise was the standing ovation he received as the curtain slowly fell.

It was just then, as the curtain passed in front of the spotlight, that I noticed something different. Just a glint of light reflecting off my muzzle, shining in a rather unfamiliar way. I glanced over at my arm, and found it shining similarly. The curtain hit the floor, and the magician turned to me, running a paw along the edge of one of my glider flaps, his paw making a strange squeaking noise, almost like he was rubbing across a balloon.

I shivered deeply as the sound reverberated through me unexpectedly, ringing through every corner of my body. I looked at him in utter puzzlement, lost for words, and he grinned back at me "nothing but pure, thin air, wrapped in a perfect, glossy, seamless PVC skin. Just like a life-size, living pool toy."

I shuddered, wondering just what he'd done to me. I tried to object to whatever it was, but it felt like a lump was caught in my throat, letting only squeeze-toy like squeaks sneak past. Any feeling of indignation I managed to express through my squeaks fell on deaf ears, though, as the magician slowly ambled over to the curtained box, the muffled sound of wet, sloppy squelches and slaps still emanating from within.

He brushed aside a corner of the curtain, stuffing his nose against one of the mesh-covered air holes and took a deep, long huff, as if he was snorting up a line of whatever the hell it is people get off on these days. He pulled away and spun back around in a bit of a euphoric high. "God yes, that's the money right there. I suppose you think that people come here for the magic show, and I'm sure that's what they tell themselves, but the truth is that little skunky powderkeg of pheromones in the box is what keeps them coming back. I light her fuse, keeping her just on the edge of orgasm, and I guarantee you that everyone in the audience, never mind everyone within a three mile radius, is pitching the most uncomfortable tent in their pants right now. If I could bottle that shit I could be rid of all this pretence of worthless parlour tricks and retire a very, very rich man."

I noticed that he apparently wasn't immune to its effects, his pants sporting a rather obvious bulge. He tipped my chin up with the tip of his finger "And believe me, Shokushu over there is very, very good at keeping her on the edge. I might introduce you to him sometime; he really likes meeting new people, though I admit he's not much for conversation."

I squirmed in my bonds nervously, shivering as my wrists and ankles squeaked against the tight leather. He gave my nose a soft kiss "But, let's find somewhere a little more private to discuss this, shall we?" and before I could respond I suddenly felt a strange jolt, my head spinning as the world seemed to turn upside-down and inside-out all at once.

When my head cleared, I found myself laying on a rather large bed. I wasn't sure if I had been knocked out or teleported, but I saw out the window that it was still evening and I didn't feel like any time had passed. I was at least free from the leather cuffs, so I could finally take stock of what had happened to me.

I felt an unease growing within me as I slowly let my eyes roam over myself. I started with my paws, holding them up in front of me, puzzling at how the dim light played off their shiny surface. I touched them against each other, finding them to squeak rather noisily depending on how I rubbed. They felt much softer than usual, though they still held almost the exact same shape as they had previously.

This pattern continued over the rest of my body. I was still me, except shiny and filled with air. My tail looked a bit silly, like a big long orange balloon sprouting from the back of my hips. I rolled myself up onto my knees, finding that moving around felt pretty much the same as normal, no easier or more difficult due to the change.

I knew there was one last thing I needed to check, and I timidly slipped my paw down under the front of my dress, squeaking its way across my hips and down between my legs, not knowing what would greet me. To my relief I found my usual female plumbing safely intact, though obviously much more rubbery than before.

I let out a squeaking gasp as I suddenly felt another paw slip down between my legs and quickly tried to squirm away as the kitsune magician made himself known behind me. He kept a firm grip on me, though, and I soon discovered that my strength was only proportional to my new weight, which left me completely helpless to struggle against even the lightest grasp.

He calmly shushed me as I tried to scream and protest, the lump in my throat only letting silly squeak-toy noises past. It took a few minutes of useless struggling before I finally gave in, not able and finally not willing to deny the shivers of pleasure his gently teasing paw was sending through me.

He gently cooed in my ear "so, I suppose you're wondering..." I let out a pleading squeak, not wondering at all. Either the magic, or the pheromones, or something had taken hold and I just wanted him to take me, to fuck me, to ride me hard to a wet, sticky orgasm. "The reason I brought you here, and transformed you into this most delightful form, is that I'm currently engaged in a wager with my dear assistant..." I groan-squeaked, really not in the mood for a cliche monologue. I was completely helpless to stop him, though, writhing in his lap as he gently teased my rubbery sex.

"You see, the skunk and I share a relationship that goes a little way beyond just mere professional courtesy. In fact, we're... Well, how do I put this gracefully... We're fuck-buddies." He gave my clit a little sharp twist, and I yelp-squeaked sharply "Now normally this wouldn't be a problem for two people of our professional calibre, we'd have no trouble balancing business with pleasure as it were. Unfortunately her pheromones, those delicious, cookie-scented pheromones, tended to throw a wrench into the works."

I squirmed desperately in his lap, trying to hurry the story along, but to no avail. "At its worst, we'd barely manage to go a few hours between romps. We were getting nothing done, the paperwork on our show bookings started falling behind, it was terrible. Now I'm sure you'd like to make me out to be the bad guy here, the man with the uncontrollable urges, driven mad with lust from the overwhelming influence of the pheromones." He slipped a finger inside me, not helping his case much if he was intending to convince me otherwise. "But, I should point out that those very same pheromones meant that she would rarely ever find herself in a situation where she might have to restrain her urges for any meaningful length of time, so as a result she wasn't too fond of the idea of having to hold back and tone things down a little."

"Unfortunately, when it finally came time for us to sit down and discuss the situation, things got a little heated and out of hand. I blamed her, she blamed me, it was a terrible argument. Finally we decided to settle the matter with a bet: a competition of abstinence. Playing with toys would be fair game, but achieving orgasm with an actual partner would lose the bet. The point was to prove who could be more self-reliant." He slipped a second finger inside me, wriggling them against each other deep inside my aching folds. I tried to help things along myself, but his large paw cupping my sex blocked me from reaching it myself. "And that's where you come in, dear Inaki. You're going to be my sex toy."

I squeaked pleadingly, and, my prayers answered, he was finally done his yapping. He slipped his paw from my sex and pushed me forward onto all fours, wasting no time in flipping the back of my dress up and mounting me. Clearly foreplay and subtlety weren't things often practised on sex toys, and today I thanked my lucky stars for it. I let out a quivering squeak as he plowed his thick, stout kitsune cock deep into my waiting folds, not giving me even a moment to regain my composure before working up a fast, hard rhythm of thrusting.

My vocal squeaks mixed with the rubbery squeaks emanating from my hips as the very air inside me seemed to fill with pleasured lust. It didn't take long before I felt his knot swelling inside me, followed only seconds later by a hot rush of kitsune seed filling my needy depths.

I'm not entirely sure what happened after that. I must have blacked out or something, because the next thing I knew I was waking up late the next morning, curled up against the wall next to a large blanket chest. The lid was open, and peering inside I saw a rather impressive collection of dildos, gags, cuffs... sex toys, just like me. I squeaked a little as a shiver went down my back, the reality of my situation slowly starting to sink in.

I tossed the toys around in the trunk a bit, not quite sure what else to do with myself, just letting my curiosity wander. I felt a little twinge ripple through me each time I came across a different muzzle; each had a dildo gag mounted on the inside, and just looking at them made me blush, remembering how humiliating they felt to wear: to be forced to suck off a plastic dong, the tip poking into the back of your throat making you gag with each slight motion. I wondered if he used them on his assistant Oreos, but as I rummaged through the toys further I got the impression that he mainly used them on himself. There were a number of male chastity devices, but no female ones; most of the dildos had a flared base, and there weren't any jackrabbit style ones... Clearly this was his personal stash.

"You won't find anything good in there, trust me." I froze, a shiver of embarrassment rushing over me. I wasn't sure if I could blush, being made out of PVC and all, but it sure felt like it. "I already swiped all the good stuff for my own collection. I'd offer to share them with you, but I've got other plans for you first."

I turned to see Oreos standing in the doorway, dressed in a housecoat, and with a mischievous grin on her muzzle. She motioned for me to sit on the bed, and sat down next to me. "So, I bet you'd love to know why you're here." I let out the most frustrated squeak possible and just stared out the window for the 5 minutes or so it took for her to go through a monologue virtually identical to the one I had just heard the night before.

I watched a couple squirrels chase themselves between the trees as she prattled on. I managed to completely lose track of the conversation, and apparently completely missed the explanation of the plan she had in store for me. "Well let's get started, shall we?" I snapped back to reality just as she was starting to stick what felt like a long, stiff piece of adhesive tape to my back. She ran the strip from the back of my head at the top end to half way down my tail on the bottom.

Once the strip was adhered, I felt her run her paw from one end to the other with a strange buzzing sensation. I reached around behind my neck to try figure out what it was, and discovered that it was some sort of adhesive backed zipper. Before I could make any sense of it, though, I felt a sharp jab in my tail, and with a quick snip I suddenly felt my body going limp, collapsing forward into a crumpled pile of orange PVC.

I panicked helplessly for a moment, my mind racing as the air drained away from inside me. I wondered if I was going to die, but after a moment or two I realized that I wasn't blacking out or anything. In fact, it wasn't even all that unpleasant an experience. It was intensely weird feeling deflated like this, and feeling the scissors slicing their way up my back as they were, but there wasn't any pain to it.

I felt her slice me open, between the two edges of the open zipper, all the way up to the back of my head before she set the scissors aside and slipped out of her housecoat. She carefully pulled open the zippered gash in my back, and delicately slipped her foot inside, her wiggling toes causing the most bizarre sensation inside me as her leg found its way down inside mine. She took some time to carefully smooth out any wrinkles as she settled her foot in place, pulling the leg up to the thigh before repeating the procedure on the other leg.

It took quite a bit more stuffing and fussing to work her giant puff of skunk tail inside my much more slender glider tail, but stuff she did. She pulled my hips up in place over hers, zipping up the zipper to the small of her back, before pausing a moment. She stood, and with my deflated upper body hanging limply in front of her, walked over to the toy chest, grabbing a nondescript dildo from the top of the pile. After lubing it up, she carefully slid it up between her legs and against my sex, finding the entrance hidden in my rubbery folds. She took a deep, calm breath and gave a firm shove upwards, hilting the dildo inside her in one quick motion, and at the same time stuffing my vagina up inside hers.

After taking a moment to catch her breath, she repeated the procedure on my backside. Tossing the dildo aside, she moved to the mirror to admire her handiwork so far. She struck a few poses, admiring how the light shined off my, or her, legs as she pulled my torso up, feeding her arms into mine and smoothing out the PVC as she went. I was a bit surprised when she pulled the zipper up to her neck to find that her ample bust had been completely hidden inside me, only my regular, much smaller breasts visible on the outside. I glanced over the rest of her, or my, body and noticed that it wasn't just the breasts, but every part of her was taking on my shape rather than the other way around.

I didn't have much time to contemplate the matter as she wasn't in the mood for dawdling. She slipped the tube of my throat into her mouth and pulled my head over hers like a mask. I could feel her fighting back the gag reflex as she carefully swallowed my throat, then took a sharp, gasping breath to suck the squeaker into her larynx: she was now just as squeaky-mute as I was. She tucked her hair in and pulled the zipper up the last of the way.

She did a little spin in the mirror and giggled squeakily to herself, the closed zipper fading from view. She was now completely indistinguishable from me, or at least the PVC me. As she slid the mirrored closet door aside, I could feel that her weight and strength had changed to match mine as well, as it turned out to be quite an effort to get it moving.

My day had already been filled with bizarre, new experiences, but seeing and feeling your own body moving completely outside of your control was really something else... especially considering what it was doing. The closet appeared to contain all the oversized toys and pieces of bondage furniture that wouldn't normally fit in a toy chest, and there were quite a few pieces to behold. Some I recognised immediately, while others would take quite a bit of figuring to deduce their correct function.

I didn't have the time to do a lot of puzzling as I, or should I say Oreos inside me, made a bee line straight for a particularly disturbing looking piece. I could tell that she'd been planning on trying out this one in particular, and once I got a good look at it, it was plain to see why she wouldn't have been able to use it without me.

The device itself was the picture of simplicity. The main portion consisted of a 4 foot long stainless steel shaft with a rounded tip that tapered quickly to what looked like about a 2.5 inch girth. The length of the shaft was covered in countless ribs, swirls and nubs, and the base was affixed to the center of a roughly 2 foot square U-shaped platform with a set of straps on either side.

She didn't waste any time in slathering the tip with a paw full of lube, letting it drip down the length of the shaft as she wiped her, or my, paw clean on a towel. She tipped the device forward, the front of the U gripping the carpet adequately as she lifted her tail and pressed the cold steel up between my, or her, shiny butt cheeks.

I tried to squeal in protest, I tried to squirm away, but I couldn't even make myself make the slightest twitch. Oreos was in full control of my every move and she wasn't slowing down for anything. She wriggled my hips back and forth as the blunt tip of the shaft slowly pried my backside open, the lube easing its insistent entrance. She let out a soft squeak as the first ribbed lump popped inside my pucker, pausing only a second before pushing back again to take in another, then another.

I was already feeling uncomfortably full, and we were only about 6 inches down the shaft. She was starting to pant squeakily as she stuffed our tush, slowly but surely taking inch after inch after inch of its widening girth until the tip started to poke out against the inside of our belly. She toyed with it a bit there, poking at it, wriggling around on the shaft to make the lump bob back and forth, before leaning right forward and pushing back again, starting to take the shaft at a quicker rate now, a couple inches at a time.

I felt the shaft probing upward through my torso, prodding around inside my hollow insides as Oreos squirmed. Once she was about a third of the way down, she carefully tipped herself up until the shaft was upright inside us, with the U base sitting flat on the carpet. She wobbled around a bit as it settled into its upright position; the device, outweighing us by a fair margin, was more than capable of tossing us about with its weight and inertia.

After steadying herself a bit, she took advantage of her light weight by clenching her ass tight around the pole and carefully lifting her feet off the ground. She was just barely able to grip the slippery shaft tightly enough to keep from sliding down, but with even the slightest relaxation the pole would impale us another few inches. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back, slipping slowly down the ribbed pole like this for a good 10 minutes or so.

About a foot from the end I could feel the tip of the pole start to swell up in the back of my throat. I felt the gag reflex hit me hard, and I could feel Oreos gagging around it as well as it slowly inched its way relentlessly toward the back of our mouth. She writhed on the pole and closed her muzzle tightly as the shaft filled our mouth, forcing our head to face straight upward. She hung there for a moment, eyes closed, drinking in the sensations, relaxing her tush to just hang by the mouth.

Without warning, she quickly opened our muzzle, the shaft erupting a good 8 inches from it as we suddenly sank to the ground kneeling on the U shaped platform. I, or we, were now completely impaled on the thick steel shaft, and she wasted no time in revelling in the sensations, riding the shaft up and down a few inches, each rib and swirl teasing our otherwise hollow insides.

I felt a strange dampness forming inside the underside of my tail, and Oreos seemed to feel it too, pushing ahead with a renewed sense of urgency. She knelt right down against the platform, sitting our butt right down between our heels and then blindly fitting the broad straps on either side over our thighs, snugging down the buckles securely. I could tell she was tempted to masturbate, but she quickly slipped her quivering paws into the smaller cuffs atop the thigh cuffs. She gave a quick thrust upwards with her legs, and the motion snugged down the ratchet straps securing the cuffs.

She paused for a moment, completely motionless, just staring up at the ceiling (not that there was anything else we could stare at with our head forced back). I felt a little twitch, and then suddenly she erupted in desperate squirms, tugging hard at the cuffs, pulling, clawing, and straining to reach her sex to masturbate. The dampness in my tail was starting to spread out a bit, and I started to realize that it was her pheromones being released, but sealed inside thanks to my airtight PVC skin.

I didn't have to wonder what such an intense dose of pheromone might do to someone, as it was being demonstrated within me right then. Oreos bucked and squirmed in lustful desperation, riding up and down on the shaft the few inches that the thigh straps allowed, her tail swishing madly and uselessly behind her. I could feel the same pheromones affecting myself as well, but thankfully unlike Oreos I was relieved of the ability to express it in any meaningful way. Despite all the bucking and writhing, though, the delicious release of orgasm always seemed to be just slightly out of reach.

I don't remember how long I was stuck there, or how, or even if, Oreos had planned to get us out of this predicament, but it turned out not to matter as my eyes opened to see the kitsune standing over us looking a bit puzzled but mostly amused. "Well, I can't say I expected to find my toys playing with my toys. I hope you don't mind if I join in on the fun, I wouldn't want to let an opportunity like this go to waste." Without waiting for a response, he gingerly tipped the device forward, toppling both me and it to lay face down, nearly horizontal, held just above the carpet by the long, thick skewer inside me.

He gingerly, ever so delicately, brushed the fuzz on the back of his paw across my dripping sex. "Mmm, I bet you've been aching to do this, haven't you? Poor little toy, all bound up, aroused and unable to please herself." He slowly brushed again, a little more firmly, but so teasingly light. Then a third, and fourth time. He pulled his paw away and licked it clean, then dove in and took a long, slow wet lick across my aching, desperate folds. I could feel Oreos shivering inside me in lust, desperately trying to buck our hips back against the teasing tongue.

He pulled away again though, leaving us to buck helplessly against the empty air. He didn't leave us waiting long, though, as the head of his quickly firming shaft brushed against my slick sex. Once he was just barely firm enough he shoved his cock deep into our vagina, hilting in one hard thrust, then just holding there as we spasmed and twitched around him, coaxing him up to his full girth and hardness.

Pulling his hips back half way, he carefully adjusted his position atop us before slamming forward again, rocking us a few inches forward on the steel shaft before pulling back again, letting the thigh straps pull us back against the base of the device. He quickly built up a rhythm of thrusting like this, slamming us back and forth with his cock, thrusting deep, hard, and ever so delightfully in our aching pussy.

He pressed forward and ground his hips against our sex as his knot started to swell, tying us to his eager cock. With our hips bound together, his resumed thrusts primarily served to drag my torso back and forth along the ribbed bar, the combination of sensations driving me mad with lust. It didn't take much of this before his cock was erupting with a fresh, hot load of kitsune seed, spilling deep inside me. He swung his leg over to go butt-to-butt and tugged against the knot as he filled us, just to emphasise how securely tied we were.

It wasn't until a few minutes later, when he pulled out, that I realized that I hadn't come to orgasm myself, and judging by how desperately Oreos was squirming inside me, she hadn't either. He crawled around and grinned down at me, nipping playfully at an eartip "I suppose I should have mentioned this earlier, though I figured you'd find out sooner or later: sex toys don't orgasm. I mean, that would be silly, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, and by the way, Oreos..." I suddenly felt myself stop squirming, a cold chill running through her inside me "I don't know why you thought you could fool me with such a simple ruse as this, but it didn't work. You lose the bet, and now I get to pick the punishment." I felt her desperate squirming resume, but this time it felt as though she was trying to squirm away instead of trying to please herself. Sadly for her, it was just as ineffective.

He reached back behind my head and, finding the corner of the invisible zipper, carefully started peeling it up, leaving nothing but seamless, unscathed PVC beneath it. "But, I think you've already picked your punishment. Since you're so desperate to fill the role as my sex toy, I think spending a full year like this would be appropriate. And Inaki, for your part in this deception, you get to come along for the ride, as Oreos here spends every waking hour desperately seeking to orgasm. Fucking everything in sight, endlessly masturbating, with more and more pheromones collecting inside you with each passing day. Should be quite a ride."