Devy's turn to join the party!

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Part 14:
The party guests are very impressed with the display they just witnessed. Kane smiles and guides the vixen down the stage to join the crowd again. Alice knows only too well what Vikki must be going through right now. She almost feels a little guilty for not being on the list herself. That could have been her dressed up in lush ruby red. Then Vikki wouldn't have had to. But, she did agree to wearing it after all.
The wolf centres on stage again.
-"Wonderful! Remember now, watch but don't touch unless given permission. Or, well, I suppose the AI might have plans that Vikki doesn't. That's part of the fun, eh? Anyway, who's ready for winner number two?"
Many guests mull with excitement at the prospect of joining Vikki in rubbery bondage. Others appear nervous that they might have been added to the list without their knowledge. A few couples begin to talk amongst themselves, reassuring each other.
Kane hits the button.
-"Our winner is.... Devy! Outstanding! Up you come!"

A lynx suddenly starts as surrounding guests turn their attention to him. He is dressed in a Christmasy lolita dress, and he looks absolutely gobsmacked. Kane laughs heartily with sympathy and pads down the steps of the stage to collect the nervous cat. They walk up stage together and stand in front of everyone.
-"Here we go! That's a lovely dress you're wearing, by the way. Someone's really in the holiday spirit, eh?"
Devy can't make words happen at the moment. He stares out at the crowd, then at Kane. The wolf continues:
-"Uhm. Yes. So, it seems you were also added at the behest of an acquaintance, hm?"
There is no response. Kane starts to worry about the mental state of the winner.
-"Uh..... Phelan??" , mewls Devy at long last. One paw is plucking nervously at a decorative, frilly wrist cuff that matches the dress. He looks utterly lost.

The squirrely and blushing lynx seeks out a familiar face in the crowd. He spots Phelan, who grins wickedly. He shouts up to the stage:
-"Hi, hon! Thought you would look good in the suit!"
-"Buh.... But, Master, Ih...", Devy protests in a soft voice.
-"No buts. You'll be a good boi and wear the suit! Or else I'll see Kane about buying one for you to wear permanently!"

Devy mews pathetically. Some gasp at the dominating tone of Phelan. Several people chuckle. Others coo at how cute the cat looks up there, dolled up and wide-eyed, with blushing red cheeks. The wolf fetches another black and shiny orb. He puts it on the floor and steps back.
-"You have to decide now, Mr. Confrey. I'm afraid Phelan means business. Literally."

The lynx blinks a few times as he gazes at the ball on the floor. He gives one last pleading look at Phelan. But, his master merely points to his pet and then at the ball in an obvious gesture for Devy to get on with it. The spotted kitty gulps and rubs his paws together as he pads up to the ball. He sits down, crossing his legs, both paws on the floor together, near the ball. He takes a bracing breath and grabs the ball. Its tacky surface attaches to his paw, and the colour of the ball goes from black to baby pink. Devy gasps with alarm and surprise, and shakes his paw to get the ball off.

It is, of course, useless. The sphere melts and spreads across his forearm, under the neat and dainty cuff on his slender wrist. The goopy material slips under his clothes as it licks along his body. He topples onto his side and paws at his body as he senses the cool and sticky coating spreading under his garments. His burning cheek is against the cool floor of the stage as he pants with his eyes closed. The suit strokes in tight swaths all over him, wrapping his slim body in glossy, thick pink. Devy gets slightly panicked as the coating laps up his neck and washes across his muzzle and face, finally devouring his head inside. His nose is left alone so he can breathe, and his mouth is allowed to remain open. The pinkified lynx worms on the floor from this new and somewhat frightening sensation of having his entire body covered in tight rubber. He gets distracted as a soft, male voice speaks to his mind:

-"Good evening, cutie-pie. I understand your name is Devy. That's a lovely name."

The lynx responds by talking, which confuses some in the audience. But, Devy doesn't even remember that he's in a room.

-"W-who are you? Ghhh.... This suit.... So snug.... All over me...."
-"Yes, doesn't it feel wonderful? My name is Dylan. I'll be your suit this evening. You are adorable, did I mention that? Mmm, and such a cute and perky butt! Oop, and going through your recent memories I see you're all dolled up in a fabulous dress! That Phelan is a lucky guy!"
-"Ngh..." groans the pink cat.
-"Oh dear, hehe. The tightness feels that good, hm? I think we should get out of this dress now. You are wearing me after all."

Without Devy able to muster another cogent thought, Dylan takes over motor control and stands up. He strips his wearer of all clothes, which makes the crowd gasp, cheer and hoot. Phelan rushes up the steps to the stage and takes his pet's paw. They walk off stage together. Dylan speaks:

-"Here he is. I'm going to leave you to it, then. I'll leave your nerves extra sensitive to touch. That way your Master can enjoy your sweet little purrs. You're going to be extra vulnerable to the paw of your master. I'm also hiding your manhood. Only Phelan's touch can unveil it from under my coating. Your pleasure will be completely at his beck and call, just like it should be. Have fun, boys."

The suit melts off his head and retracts down to the neck. Devy's blushing face is in full view of everyone. But, luckily his private parts now get to remain private. A pair of white rubber elbow length gloves form on his forearms, complete with red latex ribbons. Phelan looks over his quarry and smirks. He puts an arm around the slender waist of his kitty and kisses him. Devy sighs with pleasure at the mere sensation of having his waist possessively held as they kiss. He wiggles, making reflections dance off his lithe figure. Phelan's grin grows and he snaps his fingers to have Devy fetch a drink. The pink pet answers "Yes, Master" and scurries off, already eager for more affection. He catches a view of himself over by the drinks table and he suddenly feels extremely apprehensive. Some guests gawk at the sexy cat. Another one winks at him. His cheeks bloom in crimson red and he hugs around himself shyly. He never thought he would be so relieved over the fact that his Phelan is so possessive and protective.