To your silent dismay, the fox girl continues to ride you, though for exactly how long you can't tell. From your position in the room, it's hard to tell exactly what time it is, as the window you looked through during your first time viewing the pool seems to be nowhere in sight. It's safe to say that the constant back-and-forth rocking motion doesn't help much either. For what it's worth, the fox girl seems to enjoy her time with you, her pleasant giggles and happy cries handily distracting you from the insatiable lust that you felt: a lust that only grew stronger the longer you tried your best to ignore it. At some point, the fox girl stops riding and gets off. "That was fun, Ducky!" she says, stroking your head once again in thanks. "Let's do it again tomorrow!" All you offer in response is a feeble squeak and a slight wobble. And with that, she leaves, the echoes of her cheerful humming fading down the hall with her.
A moment of peace passes over the empty room, the only sound remaining being the quiet burbling of the pool a few feet away from you. You glance around the room for a second, checking to see if anyone else was around. The manor seems eerily silent now, as if you were the only person inside. With a thoroughly muffled sigh, you glance down at your body once again. The term "person" doesn't really describe what you are now, does it?
Last time you checked, people didn't have tiny, useless wings in the place of arms, or stubby tails sticking out of their hineys. And if those first two are false, you're sure that not a single human being in the world had their legs, or rather, leg stuck to the ground and their bodies turned into a toy for the convenience of a rubber fox girl! You pause, delicately breathing your now muffled and distinctly squeaky breaths. Sure, you're caught, trapped even, but getting worked up over something like, well, your current situation certainly won't help you get out of it. If you want to get out of here, you have to think calmly and rationally.
As you are right now, however, calm and rational are less than possible. You're so aroused that you can hardly think straight. Without the little fox girl distracting you, the burning lust inside you clambered to the forefront of your mind, pushing any and all thoughts out of its way. It's mindnumbingly strong and you need to get rid of it. Now. But you're stuck in place, and your options are extremely limited. There's no way to just rub one out; the wolf made sure of that.
But there's still one last option. You bite back your pride and slowly begin to rock your body, wobbling back and forth in a slow, yet powerful motion. Using your body's momentum, you slowly force yourself closer and closer to the ground, your enormous dildo wobbling in time with your own form. You watch as the ground moves tantalizingly closer, your dildo just inches off of the ground, before your body yanks you back, sending you careening back with a squeak of frustration.
You try over and over again, rocking your body as hard as you can, trying your best to rub your dildo on the ground. Nothing else mattered to you; even the simplest of brush against the floor would be enough. But no matter how hard you try, your remained that few inches above the ground, always coming close, but never touching. It almost brings tears of frustration to your eyes, but it seems your body won't allow that either. That damned wolf, he did this to you!
"Aw..." you hear a voice coo from somewhere behind you, "Just look at the poor little thing struggle. Don't you think it's adorable?" A chill runs down your spine, or whatever your body has in its place. The tone of the voice was hauntingly predatorial, almost growl-like with its bass, yet distinctly feminine. "I-I don't know about this..." you hear another, meeker voice whisper. This voice was quieter and a lot more apprehensive than the other and also sounded feminine. You slowly stiffen your body, forcing the rocking to come to a slow stop, before taking a good look at your visitors.
Standing right beside you are two more of the rubber creatures. "It seems that it's finally noticed us," the one on the right says, leaning closer towards you. This rubber creature was a jackal. Her skin was a lighter hue of purple, a nice lilac color, which served well to put her features into a more flattering light. Unlike the little fox girl from before, this rubber woman was clearly mature, from her well endowed bust to her rather curvy hips. She was built solidly and looked tough, and she seemed to be smiling at you. You shudder again. You don't like how eager her smile looks.
"A-are you sure we can be in here?" the other rubber creature murmurs nervously. You slowly swivel your head to glance at her. This creature was a rabbit. She was a bit shorter than the jackal creature she came with, and a bit slimmer. Her skin was bright hot pink, a color that obviously didn't lend itself to sneaking around.
The jackal rolled her eyes at the rabbit. "It's fine," she said. "I'm sure Father won't mind if we play with one of his toys."
You almost squeak in surprise. Father?! Was this creature the daughter of that wolf, too?!
"Besides," the jackal continued, her bassy voice nearly a purr, "I don't think our friend here will mind much, either."
You give out a terrified squeak and glance between the two creatures. What did they plan to do with you?
"Well, if you say so!" the rabbit chirps, her nervous demeanor vanishing. A wild, excited look emerges in her eyes. "What are we waiting for, then?" she giggles. "Let's do it!"
The jackal reaches down towards you and mutters, "Just a few more things." You feel the sensation of a hand gripping your body, and that strange, increasingly familiar feeling resurfaces once again. Suddenly your vision blurs. Of course, you give a startled squeak of surprise, much to the pleasure of the Jackal beside you.
"I hope you don't mind," the jackal begins, that toothy grin still prominent on her face, "But I made a few changes, just to spice things up a bit." Changes? What changes? You squeak again and instinctively try to back away, only to find yourself falling backwards. Just like before, you wobble back into place, but something about it feels off. Then you noticed that you could see the ceiling. How did you end up facing the ceiling? You try to stiffen your leg to stop your wobbling, but immediately notice something wrong. Your leg was supposed to be on your underside, right? So why were you feeling it on your back?
"Are you done yet?" the rabbit whined. Though she was speaking to the jackal, you could feel the rabbit's hungry eyes staring at you. "Almost," the jackal responded. "Just one last touch." With that, the jackal reaches down and grabs your dildo. Your lust comes back with a vengeance, and you lean into the jackal's heavenly soft paw, hoping that she goes a little bit further than just grabbing. You feel that strange sensation accompanied by a tugging sensation, then the jackal releases you, stepping back and nodding to her rabbit companion. Without even a moment of hesitation, the rabbit climbs onto you and sits down, staring straight into your eyes, her grin eager. "Let's have fun together!"
With that, the rabbit leans over and, right before your eyes, lowers her head to your dildo. She starts slowly, simply running her tongue up and down the length of your rod. Out of habit, you squeak in surprise for the vigor of her sudden, though not unwanted, attack. The rabbit runs up the length of your dildo with her tongue one last time, then stops and smiles at you, licking her lips. The lust in her wild eyes is terrifyingly obvious. Once again, the rabbit lowers her head, this time maintaining eye contact with you the entire time, and wraps her lips around your dildo's head. Her moist and warm, yet rubbery lips. You give a pleasured squeak, almost a sigh, and your eyes glazed over again. Then the rabbit plunges her head downwards, taking your entire length into her in a single motion. Your eyes jolt wide, and you let out a squeak of surprise. The rabbit, however, doesn't stop, never even breaking eye contact with you as she rises up and repeats the motion. The rabbit grabs a hold on the two handles that you could swear were supposed to be on you back begins to rock her hips back and forth, forcing your body to follow suit. Her bobbing motion on your dildo gets faster and faster, matching time with your rocking, until she's practically slamming your rod down her throat. The whole time, the rabbit's eyes stay locked onto yours, which moved in out of focus with every thrust.
By the time the rabbit finished, you couldn't tell up from down, right from left, or where you where, much less even put together a single thought. The arousal fogs your mind so heavily that you don't even notice the rabbit change position on your body. She now stood in a crouch, delicately balanced on your lightly rocking body. "We aren't done yet," she growled, her once squeaky voice taking on a huskier tone. You stare at the rabbit uncomprehendingly for a few moments, then force your eyes to focus. Immediately, you let out a surprised squeak. The rabbit had positioned her crotch directly above your dildo, its tip nearly pressing against her lower lips. "That's right, Ducky," the rabbit giggled. "You've had your turn; now it's mine!" And with that, the rabbit plops herself straight down onto you dildo.
Almost immediately, the rabbit gives out a howling moan, which almost summed up the amount of pleasure that you were feeling in that moment. Almost. The rabbit had taken your full length in on both ends, and was now veritably impaled on your dildo. It by no means stopped her, however. In jolting, twitchy motions accompanied by sharp breaths and growling moans, the rabbit once again began to rock her hips, forcing you to rock with her. The rocking began to force your dildo to move in and out of her in involuntary thrusts. Slowly but surely, the rabbit's breaths became heavier and heavier, her eyes beginning to become unfocused and drifting towards the ceiling.
As for you, the rabbit's acts were driving you insane, the motion of the ocean ripping the notion of though straight out of your head. All you can think of is how aroused you were, how much you loved this, how much you wanted more of it, and how much you needed release. Soon, your thoughts merged onto a singular track, all pointing to one idea: you needed to come. Now!
The rabbit finishes with an almost whining sigh, her eyes fully rolled up onto her head and her mouth open in a brilliant grin. She all but flops off of your dildo, falling onto the ground and lying still, her breaths coming to her with moans and shudders. You, however, don't finish. You train of thought hits a wall, but stubbornly keeps chugging. Come! Come! Why couldn't you come!
At this point, the jackal saunters up to you with a smile on her face. "Did you like that?" she purrs, reaching down caressing your rubber member. Her deep purr cuts through your haze, allowing you give a single nod. All of a sudden, a realization comes to you. The jackal is the daughter of the wolf, and had already demonstrated her ability to shape you like her father had. She could let you come! Your eyes snap to sudden clarity as the jackal's grin widens. She stood leaned against your body, her paws idly playing with your member.
"Are you ready for round two?" the jackal purred, her predatory tone giving you pause. You slowly look into her eyes and nod your head. If it was with her, she could give you release! The jackal smiles. "Exactly what I like to hear," she rumbled, her already deep tones becoming huskier. And with that, she began.
The jackal doesn't move like the rabbit when she mounts you. Where the rabbit eager clambered onto you, the jackal moved with calm and collected control, her hips swaying to and fro in an enchanting dance as she climbed on. With a swish of her rubbery tail, she sit on your body, directly in front of your dildo, and slightly spreads her legs. Next, the jackal reaches towards your dildo and pulls. That strange sensation appears once again, sending shivers up where your spine would be, and right before your eyes, your dildo moves accordingly. The jackal manipulates your rubber member masterfully, quickly maneuvering it into a position with easier access to her own privates. Then she pauses, staring into your eyes and licking her lips. You can't help but notice something. Even now, when the jackal seemed to be in her most vulnerable position, she still eyed you like you were her prey.
And then the jackal began. Unlike the rabbit, the jackal doesn't shove your whole length into her. She eases the head of your dildo into her, keeping a firm hold on your dildo while she was at. The jackal gives a faint gasp, then resumes, slowly pulling you deeper and deeper into her. Eventually, she begins to rock a little as well, forcing your body to follow the motion. The gentle rocking gets progressively faster and faster, the momentum of your own body shoving you deeper and deeper into the jackal's folds in deep and broad strokes. As you flicker in and out of her, your mind begins to get even cloudier. The arousal from before hadn't gone anywhere, beginning to creep into your mind like a low lying fog. That combined with the jackal's gentle rocking became an almost hypnotic dance of lust, the jackal's slowly writhing body becoming the only thing that persisted in your mind.
The jackal's eyes began to cloud over as well, every thrust bringing a little mewl from her throat. Faster. The mewls began to change into purrs, and your eyes began to glaze over once again. Faster. The purrs mature, and the jackal's grip on your dildo tightens. Even faster. Your body's rocking motion was no longer smooth, beginning to practically jam your length into the jackal. She began to rock against the motion, alternatively thrusting her hips forward and back, her purrs transforming into a throaty growl. Faster. This was no longer a gentle activity, to say the least. The jackal moves eagerly and earnestly, ramming your rod into her as she thrust onto you in the same instant and consequently taking your whole length into her. As far as your mind was concerned, you may as well have been floating in that pool again. You no longer had any control in this situation. The jackal continues on, paying no mind to your condition, until her throaty growl changes into a sound like rumbling thunder.
At once, she pauses and stares directly into your eyes, ripping away from your cloud of lust. Calmly and quietly, the jackal asks, "Do you want to come?"
Your mind brings itself to a screeching halt. This was it. This was your moment, THE moment, that you had been waiting for. Without a moment's pause, you give the jackal a single eager nod.
In response, the jackal smiles. "Too bad," she sings, reaching towards your face. The jackal grabs your head, and you feel that strange sensation.
Your head spins around before you can even protest, and you feel the jackal dismount from your back. You feel another strange sensation on your back, and suddenly, your dildo appears right where it was originally. The jackal walks around to your front and crouches down, a predatory smile on her face once more. "We'll see you tomorrow," she purrs, patting you on your head and turning away. With that, the jackal and the rabbit leave, leaving alone in the room once again.
There you sat, so stunned and pent up that you couldn't even speak. The two rubber creatures just used you, then left you there, like some sort of sex toy! The jackal didn't even let you have the release you so desperately needed!
Then you paused for a moment. You could barely handle what happened tonight, and they intended to come the next day? How long would this continue? You feel your body shudder, though you can't tell if it's from the arousal or the fear that just planted itself in you mind.