Fuck-Bitch

i mean, at least the high tech fursuit was a gift!

“Whoa, what?!” Jack turned the fursuit around in his hands. It was custom made, looking just like his black-and-pink dragon fursona, “You seriously commissioned one of these for me??”

“Mhm! I very much hope you enjoy it while we’re out and about at the con today,” Syka tried her hardest not to grin. She knew exactly what the catch of her ‘gift’ was going to be, she just had to not reveal it for another few minutes, “Put the thing on, then.”

Jack unfolded the suit and held it up by its shoulders, looking at the thing in all its glory. Its fur was thin, but still quite soft, and there were two separate zippers: One for the back, and one to attach the head to the body. He could barely contain his excitement as he slipped one of his feet into the suit, following it with the next. The fit was excellent, it hugged his body tightly, but it wasn’t constrictive. He could still move his legs easily in the suit, and looking down at them simply filled him with joy. He wasted no time in putting on the rest, slipping both his arms into the suit and once again admiring how well they fit.

“Gosh, this feels amazing…”

“I’m glad you like it,” Syka said, “Because you might have to live with it for a while. Slavesuit: Seal unit.”

“W-wait, wh—nngh!” The back zipper quickly forced itself shut, the torso of the suit now holding his own torso very snugly. He brought his hands to his back and tried to find the zipper again, only… There wasn’t one. The zipper was gone, “What is this?? What did you do?!”

Syka could now grin freely, her victim now having no chance of escaping the suit she so meticulously planned for him, “Isn’t it obvious? It’s a slavesuit, and you’re now my slave. Now, stop wiggling. Slavesuit: Freeze.”

Jack’s arms were forced down to his sides, leaving him completely unable to move and now frozen in the suit's default standing position. He could barely move his neck as his head was the only part left outside the suit, “Nnngh! Let me out of this thing!”

“Hmm… Maybe I will, but only if you prove to be obedient enough to deserve it…”

“Obedient?? What do you want me to do??”

“Slavesuit: Enlarge breasts, create slit, and activate biological interlink.”

Jack suddenly moaned. He would’ve dropped to his knees if the suit wasn’t still holding him still. A large plug inserted itself into his anus, stuffing it almost to the point of pain, but god it felt so good. At the same time, his chest started to inflate. He was growing breasts, and somehow even though they were just a part of the suit, he could feel them. The weight of their growing forms on his chest felt so alien, but again, so good. He could feel his cock hardening in the suit, but before it could get far the suit responded to it. It sealed his cock up against his belly, and on the outside of the suit a faux slit was formed. “Oh god…”

“G-gah! What are you doing??”

“Well, obviously I’m turning you into my fuckable bitch, who’s soon going to go around the con and get fucked with anyone who might want to use you.”

“W-what?? No way!! I-I can’t do that! I won’t!” Jack was huffing and squirming, the suit transporting his pre into his new fake slit, forcing it to give the appearance of wetness. Not only that, but the suit was once again transferring the rubbery cunt’s sensations to him, and amplifying them. Even a slight breeze turned him on even more, and soon he was left horny as hell and practically drooling.

Syka walked around her new pet teasingly, running her finger across his body and trailing it to his tits. She gave them a grope, and smirked at his moans of pleasure, “Mmm~ This suit was definitely worth the investment…”

“P-please… Let me out…” Jack was gasping and out of breath from the unrelenting pleasure of the suit, his ‘cunt’ dripping liquids down between his thighs.

“Now, why would I want to do that? We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet!” Syka lifted the draconic hood of the suit, and ever so slowly slid it over Jack’s head, the seam sealing shut instantly.

Jack was plunged into darkness, unable to see a single thing out of the suit’s face. He distantly heard Syka say something else, and the suit immediately got to work. His mouth was forced open, and something large and phallic was stuffed inside, going so far down as to block his breathing for a few moments before he was again able to take a desperate few breaths. The cock-shaped tube went all the way down into his throat, and attached at the front of the suit’s muzzle. His inner mouth was completely obscured by the attachment, and the teeth in the mouth of the suit were useless and springy: Simply for decoration. He tried to talk, but nothing came out of the fuckhole his mouth had become. His hearing returned, the suit linking his real ears with the ears of his new head in a way that let him hear far more than he previously could. But still, he was completely unable to see.

“Mmm~ Can you hear me again? You should be able to… Slavesuit: Limited mobility.”

He gasped as his lungs were once again able to fill to their max capacity, the suit now letting him move some of his body, but not all of it. His legs were still firmly rooted to the spot, and so he had no chance of running. He didn’t even know where he could run, now that he was blindfolded. He groaned through the mouth of the suit, “Aaahnn-hnnn!!”

“Oh right, lets fix that. Slavesuit: Sultry voice.”

“Nn-gah! W-wait… Aaah!” His voice had somehow completely changed. The suit was toying with his vocal chords and even his manner of speaking as he talked, and forcing him to sound like a slut inviting someone into her bed, “W-what have you done to me?~”

“My, what a lovely voice. You should be almost ready for your first round of visitors, but before then we’ll need to get you properly trained. Can't have an untrained fuck-bitch running around, can we? Slavesuit: Activate bitch-in-heat hypnosis training.”

He had no chance to respond before his eyes were suddenly filled with intense spirals, all sorts of visual trickery filling his entire field of vision and leaving him utterly disoriented. Before long, his eyes were entrapped by the various spirals and the next layer of hypnosis activated. White noise filled his ears, with another layer of depth to it he could no longer consciously process. The noise was simply filling his mind, and soon all resistance faded…

“Good girl… You should be done in around an hour, I’ll go out and have a look around for people who might want to use you before I return.”

A little over an hour later, Syka returned to her hotel room, and was greeted with a lovely sight: A cute pink-and-black dragon sitting on all fours and panting like a puppy, a heavy pair of breasts dangling between its front legs, “Oh my, is my little fuck-bitch all ready for use?”

The dragon arfed happily, its mouth drooling and its tail wagging.

“Such a good little slut. Don’t worry, I found plenty of people interested in using you, but for now I think I’ll have the first go,” Syka pulled down her pants and underwear, letting her already-hardening girl-cock flop out, grinning as her bitch stared at it with need and arfed once more, “So eager~”

Now fully naked, she walked up to the dragon-bitch and patted its head as it instantly began sucking her cock, the ridged latex insides of its mouth proving themselves quite pleasurable. Her fuck-bitch wagged its tail the whole time it sucked, making muffled whines of pleasure. It didn’t take long for its eagerness to bring her to the point of orgasm, and soon she began to cum in the dragon-bitch’s maw, filling it with her seed. It was very happy with this result, and was now swallowing it all down with pride.

“Good fuck-bitch. I think my friends will have plenty of fun with you for the next few weeks~”

“Arf!”