[b][u][center]The Investigator’s Release
For SaltirePhoenix
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Nova had been in the suit for…days, at least. Maybe as long as a week, maybe two. It was hard to tell in the depths of the latex garment, particularly during the day-shift when he could barely see a thing. Like now. 

The bat clipped his toe on something near the middle of the stage. He would have gone down if the skintight latex suit hadn’t corrected itself, controlling his other leg and arm to move, shifting his balance, taking control and re-balancing him. It was like it knew exactly what to do at all times. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was trapped inside of it, he might have liked the extra help.

As it was, he was dragged about the stage, showing off a body that wasn’t entirely his. The latex mask over his face kept his identity from being shown off, but the way that it clung to everything made him feel exposed, anyway. It hugged his hips like no tomorrow, and when he turned his back to the crowd – 

“Shake that ass, bat!”

His rubber-wrapped hips swayed from side to side, bouncing his cheeks and making them roll against each other. He’d never imagined that they could do that when he wasn’t wrapped up in the suit and he still wasn’t entirely sure that his ass cheeks [i]were[/i]. Sometimes it felt like it was just the suit adding more heft than there was, making his ass look…bigger…thicker…rounder…

Nova groaned inside the latex mask as the suit turned him around. His ass cheeks pressed against the stripper pole, feeling the metal running right up between them. It was thin enough that he could feel the pressure of the metal rod on his asshole, and he would have blushed if his face had been exposed. 

Instead, he bit back on the moan, arching his back and – 

“Shake those tits, sweet thing!”

The tits were the other thing that was hard to get used to. The suit had molded those to his chest shortly after they’d returned to the club. Some nights he had them, some nights he didn’t, but whenever they were there, they felt very…real. Too real, some nights, to the point where he was worried about touching them and feeling as if they were really attached to him. 

Nova shook that thought out of his head as the suit rolled his ass up and down against the pole, grinding him back against it. His crotch was nulled, hiding whatever might be there from the crowd around him, and – 

And they still stared. Stared at his breasts, at his hips, at his ass when they were sealed at the right angle around the stage, and even down at his feet. Some leaned forward, a calico tucking a bill between his big and second toe, chuckling as she did. 

“Give me some sole, bat.”

The suit didn’t give him a choice. He turned, ‘dancing’ his way to the floor in a slightly more elegant tumble, and raised one leg, sticking his foot back. The cat grabbed his ankle, running another bill up the bottom of his foot, and he shivered at the weird eroticism of that. 

“Mmmm, look at these things. I’d love it if I had a husband with feet like yours. Big, soft, and –”

“Hey, we wanted an ass-show, not a foot show,” another customer, a draft horse, said with a chuckle. “Come on, bat. Get your butt back on the pole.”

SMACK!

The latex absorbed most of the impact, but he still tottered back to the pole with a mild ache in his ass cheeks. He groaned as he grabbed hold of it and turned around, showing off his boobs again, his cheeks grinding against the metal rod. 

It was the same tonight as it had been most nights since he’d been ‘rescued’ by his employer. The bar was filled with supers and a couple of normal people, all of them either drinking or watching people like him that were putting on a show around the stage. Some of the others were only mildly-covered – they were probably the more official employees – while half of the performers were like him, wrapped up in rubber and latex and dancing to the tune of a puppeteer behind the bar. 

His eyes went to said puppeteer, locking with the black-skinned hippo woman that was serving drinks. She was darting from one end of the bar to the other, sometimes sliding through the latex architecture as if she was part of it. Which, admittedly, she was; she was the source of all the latex in the building, and the reason that the whole place even functioned in the first place. 

The suit seized him again, turning him around. Now his black-rubber breasts were pressed against the pole and his ass faced outward. The feeling of all those eyes going down to his ‘bare’ butt was enough to make his cheeks go red under the suit. And the fact that his hands were going up to the rubber breasts – 

“Mmmph…”

He was pretty sure that they couldn’t hear him over the thud-thud of the music and the beat filling the club, but it didn’t stop him from being rather embarrassed that he’d made the sound in the first place. They’d felt…real. Like he…he actually had breasts. 

It was weird. 

The thudding of the music continued, and the dance carried on, and he tried not to think about all the people staring at his body from top to bottom, or the way that his ass jiggled and swayed, or how soft and sensitive the soles of his feet were…

#

Four hours of dancing later, the music finally shut down. The bar and club had emptied out about twenty minutes ago, but he’d been made to keep dancing for those that were trying to sneak a few last drinks or a few last dances. If it wasn’t for the fact that the suit had been doing all the hard work, Nova probably would have collapsed right then and there. As it stood, he was still leaning against the pole, panting and squeezing it tight. 

The familiar dribbling sensation of the latex oozing away from his face, hands, and feet tickled at his awareness. He ignored it, knowing that it happened every night to allow him some freedom. A breath of air that wasn’t filtered through the thin parts of the latex mask filled his lungs and he wheezed as it finally gave him enough to work with. The sweaty feeling under his feet as they were finally let loose of the rubber ovens that they’d been contained in was even better, and he groaned as he gripped the pole tighter with his actual hands. 

“Ha…ha…that…that was…”

As the latex loosened around his cock, allowing it to finally pop out, he didn’t even have the energy to reach down and hide it. He wasn’t even sure that he could; it started rising up almost immediately, the constant rubbing against the inside of the suit having teased it to the nth degree. 

“Mmmph…”

The bat shook his head, taking a fumbling step toward the back of the stage. One after another eventually carried him to the curtains and the backstage where the other dancers were splitting. The ‘real’ dancers – the ones that were employed rather than captured – were heading to their dressing rooms, chatting to each other, clearly having a good time after all the hard work that they’d put in. 

The others, dressed in the same black latex as he was, were making their way single-file toward the storage room at the back of the building. They were still covered head to toe with the black latex that marked them as ‘guests’ of the establishment (likely either thugs that had made a mistake or other supers that thought they could get a one-up on the hippo that ran the place), and he doubted that they’d be released the way that he was during storage. 

Storage. Nova shivered. Every night, he had to brace himself for the bizarre sensation of being treated like an object like that. The storage room was a writhing mess of the black ooze that the rest of the building was made of and it was that ‘living’ nature of it that made it ideal for holding him and the others in a semi-stasis overnight. He and the other dancers would be slowly absorbed by it, held in bondage against the walls inside the ooze, and then…well, then they would be teased. 

[i]Stroked. 

Caressed. 

Embraced. 

Filled. 

Fucked.[/i]

Tentacles and mouths and hands and more made of pure latex had a way of making someone forget about the passage of time. They eased him and the others into a deep sleep that focused them entirely on pleasure, on thoughts of their own bodies and their own needs, and just…kept them there all night. Helpless. Horny. Needy. 

It was hot. 

And it was impossible. 

[i]I don’t know if I can take that again. I don’t know if I can. Maybe – maybe I should try and –[/i]

“Nova.”

He stopped at the edge of the storage room. Latexia was standing on the other side, holding out one hand to stop him from walking through. With her other hand, she was manipulating the ooze around the rest of the dancers, slowly pushing them into the black stuff and getting them locked in place. 

“With you in a second; you’re not going into storage tonight.”

“I’m…not?” he asked, realizing that his mouth felt weird; after a moment, he realized that it was because it had been so long since he’d spoken out loud. “What –”

“Hold on for a moment and I’ll tell you. Patience.”

He remained where he was, still rather out of it and only just remembering that his dick was hanging out of his suit when the rest of the dancers were put away. Nova reached down and covered himself, his hands folded over his groin by the time that Latexia turned to him. She looked down, then back up with a raised eyebrow. 

“You think I haven’t seen that a few hundred times by now?” she asked. 

“…How long have I been here?”

“Heh, long enough that you’ve been shaking that for more than a few audiences,” the latex hippo said, shaking her head. “Come on. We’ll talk by the main stage.”

He…walked, or at least, he did once he realized that his legs were under his own control again. Had it really been that long in the suit that he had forgotten how to move on his own? Had he lost other things?

It was something he didn’t let himself think too hard about. Whatever had happened, he would handle it. He always did. 

[i]And the fact that she’d not putting me away tonight…that means something,[/i] he thought. [i]That means…that means maybe she’s letting me go home?[/i]

He’d started to wonder if she actually would. After all, he [i]had[/i] been here a while. She’d retained his services for two weeks, and…

Things were fuzzy. Foggy. He’d been here a while, he knew that much. Long enough that he’d forgotten a few of the things that he’d done before she wrapped him in a suit and kept him around. Or why she had decided to keep him wrapped up besides the excuse that she had paid for his time and she was going to get it. 

[i]What happened?[/i]

Once he reached the main stage, he took a seat around the same pole that he’d been dancing around. Some of them were still faintly warm, too. He scooted closer to the stage, hiding his exposed dick under the lip of the stage as he got as comfortable as he could. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw no sign of the hippo yet. She was probably still putting everyone away. 

[i]Wonder what she wants,[/i] Nova thought, folding his arms and leaning on them. [i]Can’t be another case already. She’s not that deep with the criminals. Not anymore, at least. So what would she want with me?[/i]

The bat didn’t know. What he did know was that it was probably going to involve something strange. It usually did with clients in this town, considering that they all had super-powers. Perhaps he should make a clean exit; while Latexia’s contract had been quite lucrative, he doubted that it would keep paying out at the same rate. And he couldn’t forget that he had been rather lucky to get away from the last homicidal problem that he had. He should get while the getting was good. 

Particularly with who was relying on him. This was all done for the sake of – 

“There you are.”

He turned. The latex hippo walked up from behind, taking a seat beside him beside the main stage. Nova still wasn’t used to the fact that she was so close to naked. Technically, he supposed, she actually was. Her breasts, her ass, her sex, everything was completely on display, and unlike some of the suits out there, he could actually see each in complete detail. Nothing was hidden, save by the shadows that fell over her body and kept him from seeing some of the pieces in full detail. 

He looked away, his cheeks red again. Latexia chuckled. 

“You know it doesn’t bother me when people look. I lost any modesty on that long ago.”

“I – I apologize.”

“Don’t. You’re fine. And besides, it’s not like clothes like me. My body keeps eating them when I try and wear anything.”

That explained a little bit. He supposed that would make someone quite a bit more comfortable with nudity if they didn’t have much of a choice. The bat cleared his throat, looking down at his hands. 

“So…what is going to happen now?” he asked. 

“Well, it’s been long enough for you to leave. If you want.”

“Why was I still here? Remind me?”

“You were doing an assignment for me. You managed to piss off the people I told you to follow and investigate. I had to save you.”

“I vaguely remember that. What happened after you…wrapped me up and kept me here?”

“They kept looking for you. Not surprising, really; they were pretty pissed off about their little operation getting exposed, particularly by an out-of-towner,” she said, running her finger over the stage until a cup rose out of it; she passed it to him and made a second one for herself. “After that, they popped their heads in here a few times. Probably thought I was keeping you for myself.”

“I thought you were.”

“But they didn’t need to know that.” She shook her head. “They came in here every night for the first three nights. Then again on the fifth. After that…”

“After that, what?” 

“After that, they stopped. I imagine that they…ran into an accident.”

The way that she said it, he could only imagine what had befallen the thugs. They had been rough, certainly, even had guns, but Latexia was the mistress of latex. She could do things with it that boggled his imagination. Certainly, she had a power over it that made him shiver at the possibilities that might have befallen them. 

“Don’t worry. Nothing happened that they didn’t deserve.”

“…So…now that they’re gone…”

“You’re free. And my contract on you ran out, so there’s no legal way for me to keep you here anymore,” she said, taking a drink.

“…That’s it, then?”

“Yep. Well. Mostly.”

“What do you mean, mostly?”

“I’m sure that you got something to get back to. You were antsy enough about staying that I made sure that something to sent back. Message that you’d been delayed and that you’d be back in a week or so. Just in case you were worried.”

He had been. There was someone back home that was waiting for him to come back. Not just for the money, either. The bat nodded his thanks, and Latexia continued. 

“Anyway. I’m sure that’s waiting for you back…wherever you came from,” she said. “But there’s something I wanted to float you. A little offer of mine.”

“I’m not staying here. Not as an employee, or anything else. If you want more of my investigative services –”

“Relax. It’s not about that.”

“…”

“I’m serious. It’s not.” She shook her head, looking down at her glass. “I’m not the sort that’ll kidnap good people. Bad people, sure. I’ll drag them to the storage rooms and keep them there until they learn their lesson and aren’t going to cause problems anymore. But good people? They’re free to go as soon as they’re not in trouble anymore.”

Nova looked down at his glass. After a moment’s hesitation, he picked it up. The liquid inside was clear, unscented. Probably either water or vodka. 

He sipped it. Water. Probably better for him right now. 

“…What’s the offer?” 

“Heh. Simple enough. One more dance. Except this time, you work with a partner.”

“…Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m the partner.”

He almost spat out his water. Latexia chuckled as he coughed and sputtered, the older woman leaning against the stage as he turned away from her. 

“Don’t think that I didn’t notice how you got a hard-on every time you looked my way. You might have thought you were being smooth, but I can feel every bit of latex in the building. Both what’s part of the building and what people wear. I know what you were feeling every time you looked at me. You have a thing for older women, it seems.”

“Ack…ugh…I – I apologize. I did not mean any disrespect.”

“That’s not what I was feeling. I was feeling a great deal of bat-boner rubbing against the latex I had wrapped around you. And that bat-boner was getting harder every time that you looked at my ass…and even harder when you got a view of my feet.”

Nova felt like his cheeks were going to start steaming from how hard he was blushing. He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at the hippo. This – this was hardly the sort of meeting that he’d imagined happening between them. If this was what was on offer – oh, god. 

“I – I should probably go.”

“You’re free to leave, if you want.”

He nodded. 

He didn’t get up. 

Instead, he kept staring down at the floor, feeling his cock throbbing between his legs at the idea of doing a dance with her. Despite the age difference between them, she was…very appealing. The soft latex of her body, the generous proportions of her curves, the way that she just held court with this club with her no-nonsense attitude and kept everyone in line: it all added up to a very desirable woman, one that he – yes, he still had a boner for right then and there. He scooted a little closer to the stage to make it less obvious – 

“Yep. Feel that.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, his face turning redder still. 

“Not sure why you’re so embarrassed about it. Look. I’ll start.”

Before he could say anything, Latexia slid through the stage. Every time he saw her mold and melt through the latex around them, it surprised him. She just…slid through, becoming part of it, or it became part of her, one or the other. The latex rippled around her body, almost like she was swimming through it, and then – 

Then she was rising through it. Like someone riding a rising platform, she drifted upward through the latex stage. It rippled around her chest, her hips, and then around her ankles before her large, broad feet were revealed. He stared down at her shiny black toes, not daring to look up and see the rest. 

“Stand up, Nova.”

“Mmmph…”

“I already know how hard you are; I can feel you thudding against the bottom of the stage. Stand up.”

Against his better judgment, the bat did as he was told. Pushing down on the stage, he stood up, his cock flicking down, then up as it passed along the edge of the latex stage – 

“Ah!”

Only for the hippo to take a step forward and pin his cock between her smooth, rubber-soled foot and the stage itself. Both of them were surprisingly soft and smooth, textures that he still didn’t know how to adjust to. He shivered, biting his lip as he felt his cock getting ground down, teased, rubbed, stroked by her toes. 

“Mmmph…ah…”

“Heh. You’ve been staring at me and wanting me for a while. Sometimes, that’s just creepy. Other times, an old lady likes to know that someone wants her. You’re lucky that it’s the second one for you.”

“Mmph…”

The bat gripped the edge of the stage as Latexia stroked his cock between her foot and the stage. The latter deformed under his cock, becoming almost like a sex-toy tunnel beneath his shaft, while her foot squished and squelched against the upper half. He bit back a whimper as she stroked, stroked, stroked, grinding the ball of her foot against the base of his cock before dragging the rest of her foot along his shaft, pushing down and tugging all the way to the head before rubbing back down to the base. 

Up. 

Down. 

Up. 

Down. 

His breath caught in his throat as she kept working him up, driving him crazy as his cock twitched like mad. Every time she lifted her foot, his cock rose up as if to chase her sole. When she pushed back down, it felt like the stage turned to liquid under his shaft, molding directly to the shape of his cock. It was the perfect channel to hold him and he couldn’t stop moaning from how [i]nice[/i] it felt. 

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His hips started bucking all on their own, grinding against the latex table and her foot. She smiled down at him, resting her other foot on his shoulder, keeping him in place. 

“That’s it. You love that, don’t you?”

“Nnngh…Y-yes, ma’am.”

“You’re a good boy. You know where you belong, and you love it when an older woman like me puts you there.”

“I-I do. Mmmph…ah…s-sorry…getting close…”

“Then let’s not push you over just yet.”

She took her foot away. He almost collapsed on the stage, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he barely held back from falling down. The hippo chuckled. 

“Heh, not used to that kind of attention? Shame; a good bat like you seems like the sort of person that should be getting stuff like that.”

“Not…not a thing where I come from, ma’am.”

“Clearly. Now, up.”

She tapped her foot, the stage rippling outward from the point of impact. After taking a moment to catch his breath, Nova gave in and pulled himself upward. 

As soon as he stood on the stage with her, Latexia reached down and grabbed his cock. Again, it was not quite the same as being held by living flesh; her hand was impossibly smooth, the wrong kind of smooth texture for a person, and lacking any of the wrinkles that should have been there with that sort of grip. Instead, it was completely smooth and somehow giving in a way that latex in and of itself shouldn’t have been. 

“Heh, worried about popping too soon?”

“A – a little. I haven’t – you haven’t let me –”

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan on having you last too long. I think that you’ll be just fine.”

He expected her to take the lead in some sort of exotic dance. As the bat wracked his brains to try and think of something that would fit the stage, Latexia, everything that was going on, he didn’t see her other hand coming up and – 

“Oof!”

She pushed him. The floor rose to meet him as he fell backward, stopping him before he was more than halfway to the ground. As he grunted, catching his breath, the hippo walked over and straddled his waist. His cock slid right between her ass cheeks, and his cheeks burned that little bit hotter as she rolled her hips back to keep it there. 

“Here’s our little dance, Nova. You’re going to be a good little bat and keep that nice and hard for me while I get a little…satisfaction. And in return, you get to say that you get to fuck Latexia right up the ass.”

“…I’m honored.”

“You should be.”

She smiled, patting his cheek before reaching back. He could feel her thick cheeks spreading, giving his cock room to tap against her pucker. It was…warm back there, very warm, and he shivered as she leaned back. He felt the texture of latex flesh turn into something more familiar, more like a hole. And it was definitely a hole rather than a slit. He huffed as she pushed back, nudging the head of his cock with her pucker – 

“Ah!”

Only to feel a little push on his own hole as a result. He tried to shift – 

“No, no. Stay.” 

“What – what was –”

“You didn’t think that you were the only one that was going to have fun, did you?” She smirked. “Every inch that goes into me goes into you, too.”

“…Oh.”

“Still worth it?”

“Yes, ma’am. Very much.”

“Good.”

She pushed back just enough for the head to pop in, and just as she’d promised, he felt it, too. A hard latex tip pushed past his hole, sliding into him and lodging just inside his hole. He huffed, closing his eyes and biting his lip for a moment. 

“Mmmph…I’m…I’m a little bigger than I thought I was…”

“Quite the compliment, isn’t it?” Latexia smirked. “Now you know how other people are going to feel if this happens.”

Before he could stop her, she took more. Most of his cock went in all at once, and the bat’s eyes went wide as he felt a copy of his own shaft rubbing up against his prostate and sliding in deeper. Much deeper. His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to adjust to the twin feelings of his cock buried deep in generous, luscious hippo rump and having his own cock fucking himself. 

Latexia didn’t give him that time to adjust. She leaned forward, one hand on his shoulder and the other on her own ass as she started riding him. Up, down, up, down, the soft clapping of her cheeks around his cock the only sound that he could hear. She took him in and huffed softly, but that was minor compared to the little huffs and grunts and quiet whimpers that escaped his lips as he fucked and was fucked in turn. 

Up. 

Out. 

Down. 

In. 

Repeat. 

His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he clenched his hands at his sides. Latexia chuckled. 

“Too much for you?”

“It’s…ah…it’s overwhelming…”

“I would hope so. You [i]are[/i] getting to have sex with me. Me and my big…bouncy…rubber…ass.”

SMACK!

She dropped her hips down on his cock, taking the whole thing. He wasn’t [i]huge[/i], but he felt huge in that moment as the latex copy went up his hole and lodged as deep as he was inside of her. 

Yet, even with that filling feeling, he could still make out how it felt to be inside of her. She was…smooth inside, and that was a very different feeling. The few people he’d had sex with weren’t like this. There was texture, even if it was very slight; this had nothing but the slick, smooth walls inside that clenched and squeezed and kept teasing him even when he was holding still. 

“Well?” Latexia whispered. 

“Mmmph…I…I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry. I don’t need you to last long. Just long enough for both of us to come away…satisfied.”

Another clench, this time almost enough to pull him right over the edge. Nova huffed, clenching his teeth as the hippo slowly lifted her ass back up. He felt every last inch of his cock sliding out of her, the smooth insides somehow making it feel better than the more ‘normal’ holes he’d been in, before – 

SMACK!

Up. Down. Up. Down. Each time she raised her hips and pulled the latex cock out of his ass, the twin sensations made him beg for it back even with the relief from behind. Then – SMACK! In he went again, and his ass was stretched again. 

Up. Down. Up. Down. She moved faster, and faster, and bit by bit he got used to the shocking double-stimulation. His eyes rolled back in their sockets again, the bat’s balls slowly pulled up, and his toes curled against the stage – 

“You’re dripping.”

“Nnngh – s-sorry – can’t –”

“Don’t be sorry. Just…finish. Cum. Cum for me, bat. Cum.”

Nova couldn’t ignore that order. With a soft grunt, he lifted his hips as much as the hippo would let him and slammed in. It felt just like fucking his own ass, and it was just enough to get him over, particularly with her clenching down and – 

“MMMPH!”

He moaned, cumming hard as his balls pulled up and tight to his crotch. It felt [i]amazing,[/i] and even better as she pulled tight around him. She – was she moaning? He was pretty sure she was, but – squirt, squirt, squirt, he was so focused on his own pleasure rushing out of him, his own seed rushing into her that he barely noticed anything else that was happening. Everything just felt…good…good and…warm and…

Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. 

“Mmm, that’s it. You earned it. You earned [i]all[/i] of that…”

As Latexia slid off his cock, her thick cheeks squishing around his shaft the whole way up, Nova just let himself lie there. It was one thing to dance all day with the aid of a suit. It was another thing completely to be the sex toy of a powerful hippo like her. Praise for that was worth its weight in gold. He laid there, smiling, shaking his head at his own fortune. 

“You need me to call you a taxi?” she asked. 

“In a minute.”

“Heh. Take five.”







[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Another story of Nova and Latexia, this time with the bat finally allowed to wake up and get out of her place…if he doesn’t want to stick around for one more bit of fun. 

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Latex, Bondage, Foot Fetish, Anal, Latex Dildo, Latex Hippo, Hippo, Bat, Exposure, Dance, Performance, Orgasm, Cum, Latexia, Latex Control,