Your nights with the rubber creatures begins the same way every time. First, the lilac jackal comes forward and sends taunts and jeers at you until your eyes come into focus. Next, the jackal reaches down and adjusts your body, rotating your dildo from your underside to your topside and turning your head around so you're forced to watch. That's when the so-called fun begins.
The rabbit stalks up to you, her eyes staring at your dildo as she licks her lips. As per usual, she begins by sitting in front of you and using her mouth. She starts by slowly licking your shaft in an almost painfully sexy way, then wraps her lips around your shaft and starts rocking her hips, which forces your body to move in the same way. You start to feel that haze of lust beginning to creep its way back into that area of pity, and for once, you accept it. In the face of that weird experience you had just moments prior, getting lost in that familiar cloud of lust is a welcome comfort.
The rabbit begins to deep throat you at this point, forcing your whole length into her mouth with the assistance of your rocking, then bobbing up and repeating the motion. Staring into the rabbit's eyes, you realize that you aren't the only one that's getting off on this. The rabbit's have gone just a bit steamy, even though they remain locked onto yours. The lust in your head begins to boil, rising to an unbelievable high, and you begin to lose your more coherent thoughts once again.
It was at this point that the rabbit stops. She turns towards you and says something to you. Since she says it with a smile, you assume it has something to do with it being her turn to have fun, but you can't hear her through your lust. You see her position herself over your dildo, a hungry glow in her eyes. You already know what she intends to do, but that doesn't mean you're any more ready for it. The rabbit licks her lips one last time, then allows herself to fall, shoving your entire length into her in one fell swoop.
Just like she does every time, the rabbit gives out a wild, lust filled howl. Usually, it does nicely to express the amount of lust you feel, but this time something different happens. The spike of lust that came from your sudden and involuntary thrust spurs you into action instead of stunning you, and you begin to wildly rock back and forth.
The rabbit's howl is abruptly cut off as you rock, your back and forth motion forcing your dildo in and out of her with the force of your whole body. The force and vigor of your motion was enough to silence the rabbit, her head lolling backwards as you take over. It seems that the sheer amount of arousal has stunned her, as she almost allows herself to slip off your dildo, forcing you to reach out your wings and hold her in place. The rabbit gives out little giggly burbles as you thrust in and out out her, each thrust ramping up in force and pure vigor. You're forced to shift your stance as you thrust, just enough to keep your balance while you plowed the rabbit. Eventually, you reach your point, that peak of lust that you couldn't grasps the depths of, the rolling clouds in your head that changed into a sea of arousal in circumstances such as this one. All of your thoughts merge onto that familiar track pointing to a singular action. Come. Come! COME!
And you do. You come into the rabbit, of course, mainly due to the fact that you're already thrusting so deep inside of her. It doesn't come out sticky and off-white, like it did when you were a human. It's shiny and prismatic, more like an oil than a glue. In response, the rabbit's body quivers and shakes, her neck tightening and her eyes losing focus. In the last instant before your release concludes, the rabbit looks into your eyes, her own eyes foggy and out of focus, and sings, "So much fun~!" You finish and take a step back, allowing the rabbit's limp body to flop to the ground.
As a portion of the lust fades from your mind and you bask in the afterglow of the first release you've had in an indeterminable amount of time, you notice something odd. Well, five things to be exact. First, you had been holding the rabbit, a task that should have been impossible with the stubby wings that the wolf left you with. Second, you had to take a step back to keep your balance, which shouldn't have had to happen because you were planted to the floor. Third, you'd been thrusting into the rabbit under your own power, which should not have been possible because your body was certainly did not have hips. Finally, you came, something that the wolf specifically prevented you from doing.
You glance down at your wings and gasp. You could actually see your wings without having to turn around, and they weren't stubby anymore. You paused again. Did you just gasp?! You reach up to feel you beak, opening your jaw as you did so. To your delight, you felt your beak flap open. You had a mouth and could talk again! Glancing down, you find that your legs had been returned to their original condition, though your feet were still floppy and awkward flippers. How did this happen?
You turn to face the jackal with a question on the tip of your tongue. The jackal was staring directly at you, a mixture of fear and surprise plastered on her face. Immediately, you feel the pity in your mind begin to shine again, though it was nowhere near as strong as it was before.
"D-did you do this?" You whisper, your voice alien to you. It didn't come out as that raspy knock off of Donald Duck's voice, to your slight surprise. It came out in a rich and full baritone, the kind that rumbles in your chest as you enunciate. The jackal's vision snapped into focus, and she rapidly shook her head, scrambling a few steps back from where you stood. You frown as another pang of pity pulses in your head, taking a step towards her and gently saying, "I'm not gonna hurt you."
The jackal's face curls into a defensive snarl. "Then explain what happened to her!" she demands, pointing to a place somewhere behind you.
You turn in the direction that the jackal pointed and freeze. There limp on the ground in front of you lies the rabbit, though she looks a little different. To begin with, all of her limbs seem to have disappeared, leaving her with nothing but her head, torso, and hips. She seems a little plumper than you remember, particularly in the areas of her butt and breasts, and her pussy seems to be larger in proportion to the rest of her. The rabbit's skin has taken on a transparent sheen to it, as you can see what seems to be a singular thick tube running form her lower lips to her plump upper lips. Her eyes are no longer clear, as they seem to have rolled up into her head, and her entire body is a uniform color: the hot pink that her skin showed.
You look at the rabbit and walk towards her, crouching down and lowering a hand to her stomach. You press down lightly on her skin, noting that it had a rubbery texture, and watched as dribbles of your cum oozed out.
"What happened to her?" you ask quietly, not even bothering to turn to the jackal. She takes a moment, but slowly stammers, "Y-you happened t-to her." Silence falls in the room.
"I did this to her?" you question, turning to face the jackal this time. The jackal slowly looks into your eyes, her own eyes defiant but fearful, and says, "Y-yes. It happened while she was... having her way with you." As you watch, the jackal slowly raises her hands to her breasts and hugs them, visibly trying her best not to shake. "Partway through, " the jackal continues, "You began to grow. Your body swelled out of its shape and changed. Before I knew it, you were having your way with her." The jackal points to the transformed rabbit that lay on the ground behind you, her body completely inert. The jackal fails to hide the fact that she is shaking now, her eyes widening as she continues. "When you finished with her, you dropped her to the ground, and she looked like that." The jackal began to pant heavily, her eyes glazing over slightly.
You realize now that the jackal wasn't shaking from fear alone. For a moment, you look between the rabbit's form and the jackal. You take a few steps towards the jackal and stop, a little more than an arm's length away from her. "Do you want me to do that to you?" you ask delicately, your voice subdued and patient. The jackal looks up at your face, then down at your shaft, which still stood up like a flagpole despite what you just released. She closes her eyes, takes a breath, breathes out a shuddering one, then, in a husky tone, purrs, "Are you ready for round two?"
With that invitation, you waste no time and no movement, crouching down, pushing the jackal onto her back and spreading her legs before she could even react. Her eyes are locked onto your rod, and, as if on instinct, her arm reaches for it. You gently push it aside and pin it to the ground, looking into her eyes as you do. The message in your eyes is clear: she was not in control of the situation. The jackal gives you a smirk and huskily purrs, "You can't blame me for trying."
Instead of responding, you slowly insert your dildo into her. Almost instantly, the jackal's eyes lose focus. The jackal begins to make mewling noises as you move in and out of her in broad and gentle, yet powerful strokes. "Harder," the jackal whispers, her voice nearly a begging whine. You oblige, steadily increasing your speed and power in just the way the jackal wanted. After all, you had spent scores of night with her. It would be impossible for you not to know her preferences at this point.
"Harder," the jackal purrs, her hands idly grasping for handholds and finding purchase on your wings. You oblige again, now thrusting into her with gusto. The jackal's toes begin to curl and uncurl with each thrust, her mouth was lolled wide open as she panted heavily. "Harder!" she growls, her claws digging into your wings like her life depended on it. You oblige once more, now ramming your hips into hers. The lust in your mind begin begins to boil again. The jackal has this wide grin on her face, and her eyes nearly roll up into her head. With desperate hiss, the jackal howls, "HARDER!"
This time, you don't oblige, pulling out of the jackal's lower lips and staring directly at her eyes. The jackal's cloudy eyes look up at you, wide in a desperate plea for release. In response, you give her a smile and ask, "Are you ready for round two?" The jackal's eyes widen as you say, this, the fear returning to them in an instant.
A pang of pity resounded in your mind once again, but your lust deafens it. There's no time for pity. You have a mountain of lust that you have yet to get rid of, after all. Before the jackal can protest, you flip her body over and aim your rod at her ass, pinning her arms down with your hands once again. You begin immediately, ramming your dildo into the jackal's plush behind with gusto, the pure vigor and raw lust behind your thrust forcing a gasp out of her every single time. Before long, you can hear the jackal begin panting again, her eyes rolling in her head as you shove in and out of her body, her tongue lolling as her whole body bounces with each thrust. You can feel each other in that moment, can feel how close you both are to climax. You can feel how desperately the jackal wants release. And, at the moment right before she reaches climax, you pull out once again.
You flip over the jackal once more and stare into her eyes once again. The jackal's eyes were once sharp and predatory, but now they were dull and desperate, her unfocused eyes hardly even registering your presence over the wild lust you knew she was currently feeling. "Now that we're nice and warmed up," you say, allowing a predatory grin of your own to rise onto your face, "Are you ready for round three?" The jackal's cloudy eyes focus for a moment, looking onto yours in dazed confusion, before realizing where you were standing. You were standing over her head, your own lower head almost touching her lips.
The jackal seems to move to protest, but as soon as the head of your shaft enters her mouth, her whole demeanor changes. You begin to shove your rod into her throat, jackhammering in and out of her with a lustful fury. To your delight, the jackal eagerly accepts your whole length, bobbing along with your hips as you move in and out of her. As you watch her and thrust into her, the jackal's become foggier and foggier, cloudier and cloudier. The lust-fueled light in her eyes begins to grow even brighter than before, and her eyes roll up into her head. It seems that she's going to reach climax through this way as well, so you jam your length down her throat once last time, then pull out. This time the jackal tries to resist, her lips clamping around your lower head as it exits her mouth. It only results in a popping sound as you escape.
You give the jackal one last long look, then crouch down and peer into her eyes, your bill almost touching her snout. In clear, concise words, you whisper one last message to her: "Do you want to come?"
The jackal's cloudy eyes dimly focus on yours, and, after a moment of silence, the jackal gives a slow yet desperate nod. You give the jackal one last smile, then whisper, "Then I shall grant your wish." With that, wrap your arms around the jackal waist and thrust into her, releasing into her with a satisfied sigh. All of the lust that built up in your mind leaves with that release, and for once, you feel peaceful.
Then you feel a pang of pity. You glance at the jackal, who laid in front of you, just as inert as her rabbit companion. Her legs are spread wide, revealing her dripping plastic pussy to anyone who dared to look, and her arms lay flat on the ground, her paws grasping at the air as if something was holding her down. The jackal's assets seem to have exaggerated slightly, her breast seeming a little more perky than before and her ass seeming a tad bit more plush. The jackal's eyes are so dull that they seem as if they're painted on, her pupils slightly crossed and completely out of focus. Finally, the jackal's mouth seems to be nothing more than another orifice, her now plump lips posed as if wrapped around a phallic object, her jaw now a solid mass of rubber rather than a hinged joint.
You look down at your hands and stare for a moment. What you did to them is exactly like what the wolf did to you. It doesn't make you feel bad or anything, though. It makes you feel pity for the rubber creatures to live under this power. And besides, in your eyes, you had only done the two inert rubber creatures on the ground a favor by fully sating their lust for once.
You stare at the two inert rubber creatures, then frown again. You probably shouldn't leave them sitting where they are, however. It'd be bad if another rubber creature shows up and finds them like that. You gather the two rubber creatures up, finding them surprisingly easy to lift in your new form, then, after a short period of searching, shove them under a floorboard near your resting spot.
You pause and look at the spot on the floor that you had spent the last... who knows how long standing on. Resting spot, huh? It's a name that fits that position better than any other, you guess. You step into your resting spot and close your eyes, imagining your form shifting back to the form of the toy you had held for so long. To your surprise, the change back is very easy, probably because you're so familiar with it. As you settle down for the night to rest your mind, you stare towards the door of the pool room. Tomorrow will be the first time you step through that door of your own volition. You smile inwardly, then go inert, allowing your mind to drift in the thankfully empty realm of your head.