Sata, the First.

Aislinne dances back a few feet from the Absol, then slowly works himself down into a proper and well-practiced whore-squat. From his stupidly high platform heels, darker rubber flows outward. The stuff quickly coalesces into a solid, circular base, and from there it slides upward. It sheathes a garishly purple, rubbery body with space-black perfection instead, climbing up legs, thighs, and higher. The monster's eyes are craned upward toward Sata, and he's wearing a big, vicious grin the entire time.

"Wanna see how you taste. Might as well...make it more fun, huh~?" By now the tighter-than-skintight goo is halfway up the rubberboi's torso, his impressive cock tucked away into a tight bulge and his thick, well-formed ass is encased just as perfectly. Up the rest of his chest, over his arms, up his neck, and soon only his head's left. He gives the Absol a cheeky little wink as his lips are parted, built upon, and left a very obvious, squishy, and fuckable donut. Long, curled lashes flutter innocently before they're simply gone, the rubber pushing over the crown of Aislinne's head and somehow taming his majestic mane. Smooth, bald-like nothingness remains, with nothing of the rubbermonster left to identify him other than by body-type.

There the freshly and quickly-made suck statue sits, perfectly still and silent but with an almost menacing aura about it. Surely nothing good could come of dropping trou and sliding in...?

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RS Sata couldn't help but just giggle deviously as the rubberdoll went and slut-toyed himself for a change, void-colored goop crawling and spiderwebbing up garishly psychedelic purple shininess. It didn't take much of the sight at all for the Absol boiwhore to pop open the button of his shorts, letting all the blood rushing to his prick take care of the zipper as he enjoyed the show. Positively enormous, jet-black dick swiftly wrenching itself free of those confines, gently bursting from too-tight clothing to stand proud and tall and practically at chin-level to the thirstly bitch. Unable to help but give his own thick, precum-drooling cock a bit of a smooch, as a last lascivious sight to the sheathed-up rubbermonster. Not that he'd doubt for a second the cutie could see through, well, himself. Watch that pole almost threateningly draw closer, both hands aiming it down to that plush blow-donut, pressing against it to the point the boi's thick cockhead was starting to squish against the gaped-open lips. Already heavy cum-vein swelling up with a thick blast of pre to overfill and overflow the suck-station's mouth, with a vicious titter. "God~."

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Aislinne was far beyond any simple flesh and blood boiwhore. Despite the utter stillness of the statuesque blowtoy, it still sucked down the already massive load of pre, each little droplet that hit the rim of the stupidly thick donut slurped inward without a trace. It was as if the Absol hadn't even let loose, the doll still exquisitely glossy and free of cum. With the thick head pushing up against his oh-so-inviting fuckhole, Aislinne wasted as little time as ever. A thin tentacle shot forth from the donut, coiling around and around Sata's already rock hard dick. It pulled him inward, forcing him to bottom out in an instant. There was no resistance, no choking, only perfect, custom-fitted tightness along with a now firmly constricting-relenting tentacle wrapped tightly around.

It relented just enough for the boi to do his thing, though. He surely wasn't going anywhere before nutting himself stupid, but at least he could dictate the pace of the throatfuck. It'd be tough, though. The sheer tightness of the rubberized rubberboi's throat and beyond conformed and squeezed every inch from base to tip, and the tentacle itself was no slouch either. There was still nothing but eerie silence and stillness from the sucktoy itself in the meantime, only the heavy, slickened ssschlrp of dick sliding inward and donut distending to accomodate.

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RS Sata's eyes rolled back as he was dragged in right to the hilt, nearly two full feet of fat cock SCHLURPing right into that squeaky, well-lubed fuck-hole, bulging out the cutie's throat, forcing him to grab onto that blank bubblehead with both hands simply so he could anchor himself. Gripping a fair bit harder than he should, with all the assurance that this was quite literally not even a person, and there was no actual need or even expectation to be gentle; unknowable rubbermonsters didn't even actually seem capable of being injured to begin with, so trying to break whatever nose lay beneath that thick layer of latex was perfectly fine, right~? Pulling back hips as far as he could allow himself against that intense, girth-crushing onahole of a mouth and throat, bringing as full of his weight as possible groin-first right onto the self-styled statue and those delicious, thick, inviting, jealousy-inducing lips, and the sealed-over face right behind them. Fingertips twitching and quaking, digging a little further in as best they could as the Absol pushed himself back up to repeat the process. Head tilting back as he heard that intense slurping, the squelch of lubrication against custom-tight friction... forcing his thighs to flex and tense, so he could hold himself back just a bit more. ♥

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Aislinne fought hard for every inch, the suction and tightness combined maybe a hair below painful but unnatural all the same. He was a helpful little rubberstatue though, a pair of handles sprouting from his smooth, blanked-out head to give the Absol a better grip with his jackhammering. Now on top of aforementioned uber-tightness and stupid suction, the fuckslot began to vibrate. It was a constant, shifting wave, following every inch of the already shaky boi's thrusting cock. The squeezing tentacles was just behind the wave as well, ensuring the constant and all-over sensory assault on Sata's over-large dick.

As hard as he thrusted, as fast as he fucked, the statue never moved, twitched, or even jerked in the off direction. It seemed bolted to the ground, held in place by forces far beyond a simple well-hung fuckboi could manage to dislodge. It was there to throat cock, store semen, and generally drain massive dick day in and day out. That was its only purpose, and it did it very goddamn well.

...Or maybe there was more to it. From the Absol's fingertips, it began to spread. The same ebon-black gloss that had sheathed the rubberboi slid over quaking, tightly clenched digits...

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RS Sata's tongue damn near unspooled from his mouth, head thrown back and drool dripping down onto the cute suck-statue below, heavy spit-gargled groans escaping freely from him as way, way too much was going on to outright milk that huge shaft he had buried into the doll. He wasn't going to hold back for anything but an added burst of pleasure, absolutely no shame in providing what was clearly just gallons of semen to pump and blast from his nearly-abused dick directly into the rubbermonster's-- being. Certainly enough per harsh, prick-bulging shot to try and drown out anyone less prepared, though this wasn't some virgin to conquer; this was just some infinite hunger ready to take its own turn, capitalizing on the moment to get those limbs slowly encased in the throes of climax. He didn't even notice for quite some time, far too busy enjoying himself in unloading a too-heavy jizzload into some delicious boi to properly enjoy something just as utterly wonderful. Fingers barely allowed to twitch anymore, pretty well glued to that smoothed-over head holding far too huge a set of lips, a wonderful lockdown to keep the look lewd as hell for anyone watching while still working to show... just who was actually in control, at this point~.

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Aislinne ensured the rubber creep-creep-creeping across the Absol's body had at least a little give. Just enough to move if he really wanted to, but it'd be a struggle. Much like the hard facefuck going on, a fight for every inch sawing inward and outward. Unnatural in every way, even Sata's massive orgasm didn't spill outward in the slightest. Every single drop of cum seemed to simply disappear down the rubberized rubbermonster's throat, the extra-obscene bulge of it the only sign the Absol had even came. And it was still milking him, even moreso it seemed now that Aislinne had gotten a proper taste. The tentacle dug into his dick, vibrations doubling down and tightness actually stopping the Absol's thrusts dead occasionally with their intensity.

As a pair of painted-on skintight opera gloves adorned him with no sign of stopping, the creeping goop now began to spread from his crotch. Sata's dick was already coated in full, the stuff even sliding down his dickhole as an added "You're Not Going Anywhere" measure. What clothes the wave came across stood no chance as they were dissolved, eaten away, and simply obliterated in favor of slick, shiny perfection. Halfway down his thighs, close to his ass, and encroaching upon his stomach, there was only one way this was ending as subtlety in any form was thrown out the window.

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RS Sata's shoulders rolled, that feeling of getting stuck on the girly boi-statue far too amazing to put into words - not that it seemed to matter, given the sounds he was capable of seemed limited solely to spit-soaked grunts, gargles and growls anyway - and that tightness creeping across him only ramped up his prolonged, probably second or third-forced orgasm at this point. He wasn't completely sure if it was simply one heavily drug-out milking session of multiple orgasms back-to-back, but he wasn't... quite capable of thinking in long-term as it was. Hips bucking wildly, instinctively, resetting themselves to furiously bashing against that blank face every time that pullback was denied, Sata still seemed a bit preoccupied in properly noticing the latex working its way across him from a new direction this time, even when that latex was coating across the insides of his continually-swollen cumvein, mere tingling and further pleasure to keep him powerfully pumping out pint after gallon of boislut cream into that hungry, hungry gullet showing no signs of even slowing down in its quest to drain the Absol dry.

Not that it seemed he was at all going to give up in that regard anyway, even if only on some base-urge level...!

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Aislinne hit the fever-pitch at this point, just shy of pretty much crushing the madly fucking boi's dick with tightness and tentacle-squeezes while the endless wave of vibrations tickled, teased, and buzzed out liter upon gallon of fresh jizz. A little trickle almost seemed to escape, and then it too was slurped inward, the constant fuck session leaving the suck-statue seemingly no worse for wear than when it started other than the addition of handles stuck to its glass-smooth skull.

Changes were surely coming over the Absol's form, though. Space-shined darkness finally slid over his thick, girly ass, sliding inward and multiplying upon itself to plug it up tight and good for likely ever. Harsh pressure was now on his prostate as well as his cock, an extra measure to squeeze out every last drop while ensuring the fullness in his ass would never leave him. Now definitely more than half of Sata was sheathed up well and good, the majority of his torso smoothed over without a single detail left to the imagination. It was just cresting past his knees down below, tickling at his collarbone above, and tighter than tight all over.

Aislinne's own coating began to recede now. First, shock of hair, majestic and glorious. Eyes, nose, but not quite lips. The donut was still there, perfect for Absol dick, still doing its damndest to suck him stupid. Brightly glowing eyes practically shot viciousness upward, unblinking and looking for Sata's own eyes. Narrowed, dangerous, but still silent, the still mostly-encased suck statue just kept, well, sucking while a new one was quickly being made.

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RS Sata's eyes were... unfocused, crossed, staring pretty much through the ceiling at this point while his balls kept clenching and tightening, while he could hear the rush of spunk pouring through his own shaft, desperately pumping into to whatever the cute rubberboi below him called that seemingly-infinite expanse. It just got squeezed and clenched and glurped out even harder as that tremendous plug thickened itself up, spreading the boi-toy's asshole wider and wider, filling out to squeeze and crush against his own prostate and get the Absol outright squealing every now and again with heavy, rubber-squeaked breaths while he was still able to take them at all.

Legs spread just a bit further, more like he was leaning up against that freshly-exposed, hyperpurple face hips-first than actually stand. Feeling more like he was just stuck on the other boi, feet slowly pivoting inwards while his legs seized and tensed again... and he half-gulped, half-choked a mouthful of spit, forcing him to shudder and thrust once more just from the sudden change of sensation. ♥

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Aislinne chugged and chugged and chugged, his own exposed eyes rolling upward with delight juuust a little. It seemed like he was hell-bent on quite literally draining the rapidly-rubberized Absol dry before sheathing him up in the same void-goo that he was still wrapped in, not letting go even as the goop finished with everything save for said boi's head. Now a second platform was growing while a perfect set of nearly a foot of solid 'rubber' fused themselves to Sata's feet as platform heels. The nearly complete boi-statue now had its own base that it would soon squat upon, and that time was coming soon.

The stupidly overwrought pressure and tightness on the Absol's cock relented, the tentacle still coiled around his dick actually beginning to gently force him outward. Farther above, the rubber was just beginning to creep upon his head, tickling at his jawline and starting to mat his wild hairdo downward. Aislinne's own 'prison' began to slide downward in response, the donut finally melting back and becoming just a simple pair of still-plush, eager lips instead.

...And despite having an enormous dick wedged between them, he seemed to be doing his best to grin a cruel, cruel grin as more of his garishly purple body was exposed once more. Roughly as gently as the tentacle still forcing Sata's cock out inch by inch, his nearly complete suit began to force him into the proper pose. It was a tad awkward while still buried halfway in rubbermonster throat, but it wanted him to squat. To take the same position as the glossy boi himself...

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RS Sata at the very least had the sheer size to keep that fat, glossy shaft within the other boi's mouth as he was forcibly repositioned: heels sliding together upon that thick statue-base, legs bending at the knees while still staying as wide-spread as he'd been before to really, truly show off that impressive asset of his. Control completely taken from him by now, left to do nothing but blast out that last bit of climax he'd have as an actual person while latex climbed up his head and face, making him... actually quite enjoyably groan at the sensation, a half-drunken coo of delight while thick lips parted, drool-dripping tongue keeping itself in full view. Unintelligible but all-too-eager noises punctuating delicious little squeaks of his body as he was fine-tuned into further slut-squat perfection upon dangerously high heels...!!

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Aislinne finally popped free with a heavy, long-awaited ssschlrk, his thick lips smacking together as if he'd just had a delicious meal. The rest of his coating slithered downward at record speed, the statue base melting away and back into the monster himself as he slowly stood himself back up to full height. The Absol went down at the same time, with the last bits of identity cruelly and likely permanently taken away. It was as thorough as it was invasive, his dick crunched down into a perfect, rounded semi-sphere before a bright blue, glowing lock flickered into view atop it. Unseen, his dick was as heavily plugged as his ass, and vicious vibrations started anew in both places while his throat and lips were reworked for good.

The rubber crested over, under, above, all over at once. At first, it simply smoothed everything over, the goo rushing down Sata's throat in the meantime. Soon, though, it built up. It spread. It forced his jaw wider and wider, nearly breaking it with the sheer size of the enormous, squishy fuck-donut that was replacing his mouth. His nose barely became as suggestion as the finishing touches were put on, the last of his hair smoothed over as well in the meantime. The only teeny tiny spark of individuality was his singular horn, still standing tall and proud upon a smooth, blank dome of a head. It wasn't quite the same, but a second 'handle' burst into being on the opposite side, though this one was just a simple handhold.

Donut complete, identity all but destroyed, only a little island around his eyes remained while the rubber crushed him into the perfect position. Aislinne squatted down again, but now he took Sata's cheeks in his hands. Staring him square in the eyes, his grin seemed to crack even wider, unnaturally so even.

"You don't get me yet, cunt. First I'll have the drones break you in, then when you're all warmed up I'll come back. Sound gooood~? 'Course it does. It's all you'll be doing from now on, fag-doll...~"

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RS Sata's eyes rolled back to pure whites as he felt that immense prick get worked into a much more-- manageable form, forced at least semi-soft to ease much further into a more... nullified-bulge look, between his legs, a still-huge sort of rubberdoll sphere to show off that he really only had just the one use: for anything around to make use of those blimped-up lips all but utterly overtaking the boi-toy's face. If he was capable of moving they'd be jiggling, wobbling with his own heartbeat, though the rubber just completely locked down every little bit of conscious movement at this point: he had the one look, the one pose, the one purpose until the shock-purple femboy in front of him decided otherwise. Eyelids fluttered, shaking loose a tear or two of nothing but raw, perfect bliss, the insane force of perhaps the hardest orgasm of his life followed immediately by a literally-crushing reminder of what he was gonna be on a pretty-much permanent basis far too overwhelming, the sort of incredible sensation he was going to be revisiting over and over again - at least, when he wasn't busy choking on and chugging utterly enormous dicks with those lips covering up half his vision, while rubbermonster covered up the rest. At first simply being the all-consuming presence in front of him, then much more literally, with that harsh, heavy seal of latex sliding across his eyes and the final little bit of uncovered face, leaving it to thicken and layer upon itself until all that was left was a vague bubble to support that gargantuan donut erupting from the front of it.

Silent, drooling anyway. Self-glossing that onahole entrance, even though it was just impossibly shiny, perfect in every way, unmarred by a single fingerprint and continuing like that forever. ♥