Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass door and filled the shop. It was starting to get really late, glancing at his watch again Tungro grimaced. Already five the shop was closing in half an hour and he had to be at the party in two. Smiling at the black cat with grey stripes sitting opposite him the blue otter offered him a smile.


“Any idea which of us he was going to see first, did he say?


Shaking his head the cat glanced at the counter where a beautifully body painted raccoon was serving customers. Selling them everything from clothes to accessories for every genre from goth to punk to rave to genteel off to visit grandma discreet. 


“He said Quinten would be able to fit is in and to take a seat,” Whitestripe shrugged, unconsciously fingerings the white markings on his forehead, “We really should have made an appointment.”


“Yes you should have,” a melodious deep voice said right next to them causing cat and otter to jump in surprise. Turning to look Tungro gaped at the source if the voice, it sounded like Quin and he was smiling, ready to say hello to the hare. The words died on his lips as the otter gaped at the figure who'd just emerged from the studio.


Their tall muscular body was clad in knee-length camo shorts like Quin usually wore as well as a tight fitting neoprene vest. Except they were not a hare, his fur was ebony, the darkest pitch black blend of a starless night. Except for bands of shimmering metallic gold around his wrists and ankles. His claws however were metallic silver and they looked sharp and deadly. His muzzle was canine with sharp dog teeth and his ears where tall, pointed and dark with soft golden tinged skin inside. Golden patterns in the traditional Egyptian style underlined and surrounded both eyes, he looked deadly but also so damn hot. Broad shoulders, muscular frame poured into that tight outfit, Tungro really wanted to play with them.


Then they turned their head to look at Whitestripe and Tungro got a good look at their hair. A cascade of wild dreadlocks hung around their shoulders and down his back. They looked metallic, bright gold and dark electrum hair.. spun into dense, beautifully woven dreadlocks, crystal and metal beads and caps sprinkled throughout them. He looked amazing, and then Tungro’s brain caught up with him and he started out of his chair.


“Quinten, no fucking way… how!”


The hare… well jackal smiled at Tungro and spread his arms, “Latex prosthetics, skill and years of practice,” even his tail looked real, long and thin and black and wagging slowly from side to side. “Now Rose tells me neither of you have an appointment but you want costumes and designs for the Egyptian Night at Teio’s club?”


“Uhm, yes, please,” Whitestripe mumbled softly, “We forgot to book but Rose said you might be able to fit us in?”


Quinten regarded the cat, his piercing green eyes roving up and down his body, making him squirm, “I may be able to do something but at this short notice, after closing time… I have conditions.”


“We understand if we have to pay a premium,” Whitestripe said smiling, “Tungro and I figured it'd be expensive.”


“Actually, it's free, my condition however is you let me paint you both as I wish, no objections. It's a chance for me to experiment with some new techniques.”


Tungro looked at Whitestripe and shrugged, “Sure I'm up for that… what you got in mind?”


Quin smiled, it was unnerving how realistic his canine muzzle looked, he opened the door and beckoned the cat and otter to follow him into his studio. It was a large room covered in clean white tiles across all surfaces. A large work bench ran along the length of one wall and there was another door on the far side. A large chair sat near the workbench, it was mostly padded resting spots and a frame that rotated and lay down as desired. 


A shower cubicle stood in one corner and a long glass cylinder in the opposite corner attached to a variety of tubes and odd machines. There was also a huge cabinet against another wall, open and full of a variety of large jars full of coloured powders and brushes of all shapes and sizes. Smiling warmly Quinten turned around and walked backwards as Tungro shut the door.


“Now strip, and both of you have a shower please. Use the shampoo in the white bottle on your fur, feel free to help each other out.”


“You mean shower together?” Whitestripe gaped blushing, “Don’t you usually do people one at a time?”


“We don’t have time for that and you'll need help to not miss a spot,” smiling the hare gestured, “Now hurry along and shower, we've got two hours to make you both amazing.”


Blushing slightly the twenty five year old cat stripped out of his clothes, folding them up onto a stool. He smiled sheepishly at the naked otter he slipped into the shower and turned the water on, shivering as hot water hammered over his fur. It felt good and the shampoo was smooth and bubbled up quite a lot as he rubbed it into his fur. Tungro helped do his back and legs and Whitestripe returned the favour, rubbing the bubbling liquid into the otters thick fur. As he expected it bleached his fur white. Rinsing away the soap revealed clean, wet white fur where previously he had been black and grey. Tungro looked pretty odd white too but he was smiling excitedly and not at all ashamed by his thick otter dick standing hard and proud before him. 


Whitestripes own dick was firming up, barbed kitty cock sliding free of its home. He was about to be forward and kiss Tungro when Quinten rapped on the glass. “Ok Whitestripe out, Tungro black powder in the jar, turn the water off and use the applicator to get it into your fur. I'll help get any spots you miss.”


“Later,” Tungro said with a wink, “If we're lucky with Quin, go do as he says.”


Climbing out of the shower Quin wrapped him in a thick fluffy towel and helped him towel his fur dry. It always took forever to get dry but with Quin’s skilled paws helping it took no time at all. Once he was dry the hare… well jackal dragged him over to a circular indent in the floor and wielded a pair of hair trimmers. Whitestripe gulped and opened his maw to object but Quinten caught his eyes with his own. For a moment he stood there looking into those bright green eyes, admiring his strange pupils. Then he nodded his head and spread his arms and let the jackal disguise bunny get to work. The clippers buzzed and hummed and fur fell onto the curved metal plate he was standing on. The hare was merciless, black paw guiding the clippers everywhere reducing Whitestripes fur to a bare millimeter of fuzz!


“Why did you make me dye in white if you were going to shave me?”


“To get you clean and it's easier to work on, now,” Quin ran the clippers along the last long patch of cat fuzz on his leg and stood up, “Into the tube with you Whitestripe.”


Eyeing the glass tune apprehensively Whitestripe was hesitant to step into it. Approaching it slowly as Quinten manipulated the controls and made the front swing open he looked at the jackal and flicked his tail nervously. Quin however wouldn't take no for an answer and pushed Whitestripe inside. The hare then pulled a mass of pale cream coloured latex out of a cupboard.  Pulling it open at the back he helped to fit it over Whitestripes head. It fitted snugly against his shorn fur, wrapped tightly about his throat and over his shoulders and extended his muzzle by a good half a foot.


“What is this?” White demanded, running his paws along the mask, it felt knobbly and studded and he yelped as Quin attached a tube to the front.


“Gas mask, will let you breathe whilst the machine applies the latex.”


Stepping back out the hare winked, “You’re going to look amazing,” then the glass swung shut and White squeaked. He could see his reflection just about, the mask was some sort of reptile… then jets turned on over head and slick liquid poured down from above. It ran through his fur and started to pool around his feet as the flow of liquid increased. Moaning softly Whitestripe started to stroke his cock. This was so hot… he'd heard about Quin’s skill with latex costumes he had no idea it was this intense. Moaning softly the cat pawed off harder, panting heavily into his gas mask as the liquid oozed up around his waist. It looked like the tube was going to fill up entirely to make sure he was coated properly and damn he wanted to cum before then.


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Tungro stood still, arms spread to either side as Quinten moved around him with an airbrush pausing occasionally to spritz him with. It felt cool against his dark fur, paint sinking into his fur. He wasn't entirely sure what the hare in his dark jackal get up was doing. It seemed to require a lot of swirling patterns, silver lines of paint in intricate whorls painted onto his black fur.


Standing as he was Tungro had a good view of the tube Whitestripe was standing in. He could just make out the gas mask he was wearing. However the tube was full of thick dark green liquid that was slowly draining back out. It clung to White however, leaving him coated in a slick layer of thickly oozing latex. It looked quite hot and White had clearly been enjoying himself in there. The otter's view was cut off however as Quin appeared in front of him and lifted up a set of faux latex prosthetics. Holding still Tungro let the bunny fit them over his face, using his airbrush to layer them into position with paint. He also attached stiff attachments to his ears and hummed happily to himself as he painted them black.


“So…” Tungro risked saying as Quinten stepped back to admire his work, “What am I? I can't see from here…”


The jackal smiled and raised one paw, his strange green eyes glowing, “You are a work of art, you are paint.”


As soon as he spoke Tungro felt strange, the paint coating his body seemed to contract. Quinten’s eyes grew larger and glowed and the otter managed to let out a muffled moan. Staggering sideways Tungro fell, catching himself with his hands. He stared at them for a moment, watching them ripple and pulse and grow… his thumbs were shrinking, his fingers thickening. Shaking his head in confusion Tungro tried to raise his head but his shoulders felt strange… he was bulking up. Shaking his head from side to side the otter groaned, his legs were changing, his limbs adjusting themselves. He felt comfortable on all fours, safe like this… smooth and sleek, he didn't have fur just soft, supple powdery skin… taut and strong across his muscles. It was patterned like fur and yet was so smooth and soft and tight… defining his new muscular bulk. Opening his muzzle and arching his back Tungro roared in delight and came. His cum splashed across the floor, splattering in long, pleasurable jets as his dick pulsed and his balls churned. Mouth open wide he lifted his head, canine muzzle hanging open, tongue panting as he rode the thrill of orgasm.


Looking over at the jackal Quinten he moved his paws and bowed his head to them. A hand stroked his ears then lifted his head. For a moment he was confused… he was Tungro, this was… this was so right. The master was whispering to him, his eyes filled his vision. It felt good to belong, to be his creature of strength and paint. His huge four legged muscular bulk served the jackal, served Quinten, this was his place. A banging noise drew his attention from the master… it was a creature in a glass tube.


Sitting down on his haunches Aleaim caught sight of himself in the mirror and raised his head. He was a perfect image of jackal hood in service to Quinten. His sleek lines of living paint, his long whip thin tail, his smooth bulging muscles. He was perfect, his silver paint highlighting his eyes and body in Egyptian symbology. A movement by the tube made him turn his attention back to the prisoner. The master had released the front of the tube and the prisoner spilt out onto the ground.


Landing on all fours Aleaim watched with interest as their body started to grow and change. Their arms and paws bulked up, rapidly changing as the layer of slick shiny green material consumed them. The dark green latex grew hard as it expanded, pebbled into a scaled texture that rapidly engulfed the smaller body inside. Soon it was lost to sight, all that remained was the mighty alligator they were becoming. Long muzzle split open revealing white vinyl teeth. Small beady eyes looked out at the world and a happy snort erupted from their snout. Tilting his head back the new alligator roared, a coughing, barking sound that heralded their own orgasm.


Aleaim could smell their seed as well as see it, glittering pearls of liquid splashing over the ground. They were clearly revelling in their new form. So big, so strong and mighty and muscular… Aleaim wanted to run beside them, serve with them for the glory of Quinten. For now though he stayed still, sitting proud and regal whilst the master spoke with Isorian. Yes that was his name…. They were a pair, Aleaim and Isorian, servants to the great jackal painted master of disguise Quinten. They were to accompany him to his party. Escort him, stand beside him, be seen with him… if they were good they would be permitted to play. It was going to be a very fun night.