Within Rubberloon, where the land, trees, houses, and even a few denizens who dwelled within them were made of rubber, vinyl, or latex, one well known inhabitant who happened to be made of none of these things, a rugged blue wolf by the name of Angus, was lounging within his backyard upon a fold out chair, sunning himself. Without a care he laid comfortably upon the air-filled chair, savoring the pleasant warmth and sunshine of the day, as well the squeaky surface beneath him, that creaked beneath his burly body with even the slightest of movements.

“This be th’ life.” Angus rumbled in his heavy Scottish accent, as folded a beefy arm behind his sinewy neck. As he relaxed within the suns welcomed rays, he reflected on how there’d been very few ‘incidents’ involving him as of late.

Incidents, as they were, could stem from anything as simple as a minor paper cut, to something as bothersome as being suddenly assaulted and humped by one of his pool toys. Such a thing hadn’t occurred in quite some time, and Angus could help but revel in that fact. Despite for all intents and purposes being a prisoner in the inflatable world, there were times he truly did enjoy it, and found it not to be quite so bad.

“Allo.” A sudden bass voice that resounded in Angus’ pointy ears interrupted the wolf from his tranquil thoughts.

Angus sat up quickly, almost in alarm, his head spinning in the direction to whence the voice came. His deep blue eyes instantly spotted an overly large inflatable dragon, peering curiously over the yellow fence that separated the wolfs yard from the neighboring land. Anyone else might’ve found the sight of an animate pooltoy somewhat unsettling, had they not spent the last 7 years living around such breathing inflatable’s, like Angus.

“Oh, I sorry, comrade, I not mean startle.” The dragon, who’s accent was unmistakably Russian, was quick to apologize upon seeing the wolfs alarm, however slight. “I move into place next to where you are living.” He explained.

Angus quickly blinked in surprise at the apology, before greeting the large dragon with a warm, reassuring smile “Ye nae startled me lad, dinnae mean tae be jumpy oan ye.”

The large dragon seemed to brighten at Angus’s reply, casting away the fog of uncertainty that’d clouded the pool toys rubbery features momentarily. “I surprise, I understand.” He answered, soon thrusting a beefy hand towards the wolfs direction “I am Gavriil, is pleasure to meet you.”

Angus lumbered closer to where the vinyl dragon stood behind the fence, easily dwarfed by the size of the brawny inflatable. Reaching his own meaty paw outwards, he took the dragons, and gave it a firm shake. “Aye, ah’m Angus, pleased tae meet ye too, ”

Once their paws had separated, it gave Angus the opportunity to examine the big dragon, and upon doing so, a rater noticeable flush appeared on the scot wolfs furry face. The draconian was breathtakingly handsome, with bulging puffy muscles that looked firm yet strangely soft and squishy at the same time.

Angus couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming urge to pounce the over sized pool toy, and hug him possessively. Just the thought of such an act sent blood rushing to his loins, and a noticeable bulge appeared at the crotch of his traditional kilt. Why he’d chosen to wear the garment to tan himself was beyond him, but he was beginning to wish he hadn’t, for it did little to nothing to hide his arousal.

“Angus is good, name, Da?” The dragon Gavriil nodded and continued to smile pleasantly, not appearing to take notice the Angus inner (and outer) struggles.
The burly blue wolf seemed to come to himself when Gavriils' rumbling voice reached his wolfish ears, and he nodded in return “Oh…aye, ah’ve always bin fond o’ it.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Comrade Angus appears hot, maybe you come to pool?” Gavriil offered, taking note of the beads of sweat forming upon the wolfs brow, which had nothing to do with the unseasonable heat. He would wave a brawny arm in the direction of a large standing pool not but a few feet behind him.

Angus blinked, and slapped a paw to his forehead, realizing just then that he was indeed sweating. A grunt of surprise passed his lips, and as Gavriil gestured to his pool, the wolfs eyes widened in wonder. Not for the sight of the pool, however splendorous and inviting it appeared, but for the vast array of things surrounding its base, as well as its deck.

Pool toys, a vast assortment of pool toys in every shape size and color filled every nook and cranny of the dragons yard and pool space. Seals, Dragons, Whales, dolphins, tigers, wolves, lions, horses, unicorns, and a wide range of spectacular things Angus had never even seen before, all located solely in the living inflatable’s back yard.

Angus was perplexed as to how these objects escaped his notice before; they were EVERYWHERE, the wolf barely able to make out even one blade of rubber grass beneath the massive collection displayed there.

“Friend Angus is okay?” Gavriil rumbled with concern, noticing the awestruck look in the wolfs eyes. When he followed Angus gaze however, realization dawned upon him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself. “Ah, you see my collection, you like?”

Angus was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open, eyes as wide as hubcaps, it took several moments before he could come to terms with what he beheld with obvious disbelief, and respond. “Aye…ye…these are all yers, lad?” Angus still couldn’t believe it, how in the world had he missed the appearance of all these!

Gavriil nodded “Da, I collect long time, build many numbers.” His already puffed out pectorals swelled proudly, the vinyl squealing with glee as it stretched. “You come over, I show you better.”

Angus had few weaknesses, but one of them, aside from balloons and inflating himself, was a nice ride-on pool toy, and here he was, invited by a living pool-toy into a yard of possibly hundreds of the things! He nodded stiffly to the invitation, managing to make his way around the separating fence, moving with some discomfort thanks to his raging hardon in his kilt.

Once Angus had entered his land, Gavriil set a large, yet light taloned hand upon the wolfs mountainous back. “You come swim, cool off, then show you toys better.” He promised, showing genuine concern for Angus strange behavior, believing him suffering from some kind of heat stroke.

“Ach, thank ye, but…oh, ah dinnae huv me swim briefs!” The wolf suddenly realized, flushing with some embarrassment. This was one of those rare occasions he’d actually not worn anything beneath his kilt, rather liking the feel of the air on his privates yet still wishing to remain decent.

Gavriil simply smiled even more broadly “Friend Angus share one of mine, have extra.” He announced, producing a bright, neon pink bikini, with little differently colored squares printed upon the spandex fabric.

Angus blinked, and then grunted, wondering just from where the hulking dragon had produced them from, as he seemingly made them materialize out of nowhere. Intrigued by the alluring swim bikini, he graciously took it from the dragons possession, and looped both big paw feet through it, before gliding it passed his sturdy legs, beneath his kilt, and over his wolfish privates. A little lusty growl rolled passed his lips as the cool material encased his wolfhood, holding it snugly.

“Is good?” Gavriil inquired as he watched Angus closely, continuing to grin as he watched the wolf unbuckle his belt, and let his kilt drop down around his ankles.

The scotswolf nodded “Aye, real guid.” He grunted affirmatively, unable to resist giving his speedo wrapped shaft a little squeeze, rumbling with arousal.

“Friend Angus, need cool down.” The inflatable dragon purred softly, soothingly through his scaly lips. Lumbering closer to the aroused lupine, and pushing his big body against him.

Angus, unable to withhold a soft moan of pleasure from his bearded lips, nodded lightly. Despite the oppressive humidity of the air around them both, Gavriils body was strangely cool, almost slick, as if not from sweat, but if he’d just taken a short dip in his pool and returned. But that wasn’t possible, the dragon had been right there the entire time!

“Comrade Angus…he like pool toys, Da?” Gavriils voice resounded like the moving of boulders grating against one another, deep within his over inflated chest. Big, vinyl arms coiled themselves around the wolfs awaiting form, holding him gently, almost adoringly.

Again Angus’ head bobbed up and down, as if jerked by some invisible strings, rather than his own free will motion. He felt himself sinking into the big, air-filled muscular form, his once hot, sweaty body being soothed instantly, as if breathed upon by a crisp autumn breeze in an Indian summer. He shuddered, and though not uncomfortably chilled, shivered, before speaking huskily “Aye lad…ah…ah love pool toys.”

“Love me then.” It was not a question, nor was it a request Gavriil gave, but a simple statement, nothing more. He hugged Angus even tighter, more possessively now, squeezing the burly wolf against his creaking body, his massive wings flapping gentle as he created a soft breeze for the wolf.

Angus took a deep, shuddering breath, unable to believe this was all happening so quickly, that a living pool toy wanted him so. He’d fancied many other pool toys, Rubbert, an inflatable bull especially, but they’d all been somewhat elusive due to the wolfs over eagerness to ‘ride’ them. He couldn’t help it; Inflatable simply drove him wild that way, in response to the dragons sultry offer, Angus’s bulge was positively throbbing with desire, leaking a steady amount of slippery pre into the gifted speedo.

Gavril suddenly, unexpectedly drew back from the tight embrace, not doing so in an unkindly fashion, as he softly ushered Angus backwards, his soft gaze seeking out the wolfs brilliant blue eyes. “Friend Angus need look in my eyes, I see truth there.”

A sharp pain of possible rejection stung at the wolfs insides as Gavriil pressed him backwards, but upon seeing the dragons snout, his eyes and their kindness, he relaxed again. As requested, he locked his own blue orbs with the latex dragons deep purple ones, finding himself instantly dazzled.

“Angus need relax, no feel worry…deep relax, concerns slide, just in my eyes they leave…yes, Wolf is good boy, he listen.” Gavriil spoke in a soft, mesmerizing voice, keeping his handsome gaze tightly secured upon the wolfs.

“Ah’m…ah’m a guid boy.” Angus repeated, enthralled by the dragons words, yet even more so by his deep, commanding stare.

“Angus love pool toys, he a good boy, good, strong wolf, but weak for pool toys…weak, relaxed, calm…he good boy, relax for me, go limp for me…Angus good boy.” Gavril repeated softly, sensually, keeping his arms at Angus’s sides, his eyes never wavering from the wolfs.

Angus said nothing, but, as he gazed upon Gavriils eyes, and listened intently to his entrancing words, so smoothly and steadily spoken, he felt his body going slightly limp. Unable to resist the coaxing suggestiveness of the dragons words, Angus fell forwards, but he hadn’t far to fall, for Gavriil was right there to capture him in his big arms, which creaked with their motions, as they cradled the slack body of the brawny blue wolf.

“Angus rest, no need worry anymore, relax, relax…go down deep, deep…such a good, good boy.” Gavriil rumbled hypnotically, as he lumbered over to where an over sized beach ball, only partially inflated, laid waiting in the midst of all the inflatable animals. He set Angus gently down upon this, letting his body descend into the cushioning vinyl, areas of it bunching and ballooning around him, holding him securely.

Angus, unable to do anything but succumb to the power of the sultry suggestive voice, watched blankly as his massive body sunk into the half inflated beach ball. He couldn’t move, could barely even twitch as he lay their haplessly, and despite his predicament, he continued to favor an large, albeit oblivious grin “Guid boy…ah’m a guid boy.” He mumbled.

Gavriils smile broadened, as if in triumph, but not quite so obvious. Once he’d set Angus down, he ran his vinyl claw along the defining lines of the big wolfs pectorals, tracing them down, down, onto the straining bulge in his from fitting speedo. “Long time I want pet, good pet, pet do whatever I say him too.”

Angus let loose a soft little moan, his head tilting off to the side, as if pushed by the beach ball, for he was powerless to turn it himself.

Gavriil began caressing that straining meat in Angus speedo, smiling softly, still kindly to the wolf as if he was coherent enough to even register the pool toys expression. “Angus make good pet…good pool toy, he good boy, he obey, he listen, he submit to Gavriil, Da?” the dragon asked coaxingly, continuing to pet and massage the wolfs bulge.

Unable to nod, the wolfs body seemed to regress even deeper into the shinny beach ball, before he uttered thickly “Aye…ah’m…ah’m witever ye want me tae be…ah’m a guid boy.” He smiled, gaze off to the sky.

Gavriils strong, yet gentle talon continued its attentive caresses of the wolfs bulge, before leaning over the beach ball, moving his lips closer to Angus’ cheek. The dragons slippery lips parted, tongue lolling out in between several inflated teeth, and he began slowly, adoringly licking the wolfs bearded cheekfur. His saliva, much as his body, had a shiny, glossy sheen, except that it was partially translucent, like thin liquid latex.

Once the strange, partially clear liquid touched Angus’ face, the slippery, shiny saliva spread over it quickly. Turning the once flesh and fur into a softer, more pliable and glossy vinyl, moving down to his neck, and onto the wolfs barrel chest.

“Good boy…” Gavriil reached one paw upwards to pet Angus now stretchy and air filled mane with his paw, watching contently as the saliva continued its work of engulfing the wolfs body. The sleek coating sped on past the wolvs belly button, a large, rubber valve popping up into its place. “You be good toy, make your tsar very proud.”

Angus groaned, so removed by what was occurring to him in it seemed, he didn’t appear to register any of it. Even as the slippery material transformed his arm, and then a brawny leg, all his thoughts were focused upon Gavriils earlier words, repeating again and again within his skull.

”Good boy…Wolf is such a good boy”

“You are mine now, I not let you go, Nyet, not ever.”The living pool toy kissed Angus’s forehead, his lips creating a soft ‘squeak’ as the two vinyl surfaces rubbed together.

“Ah’m…a good toy.” Angus rumbled, his now inflated chest rising and falling slowly, the rubbery material stretched taut and rippling to form his beefy pecs.

As the last of the slithering substance covered the last remaining flesh and blood of the wolfs toe, Angus succumbed completely, all memories of ever having been anything other than a squeaky pool toy, cleansed from his mind.

Pleased with his catch, Gavriil growled lustfully, laying his thickly inflated body on top of Angus, burying him deeper into the beach ball. “Good pet…you please your Tsar, many days and nights.” Snarling with lust, the dragon began rolling his own twitching speedo bulge into the wolfs.

“Yes…ah’m yours…” Angus replied blankly through a heated, heavy kiss from the dragon.

“ah’m a guid pet”

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God I want to be Angus right now.

That is all.