Some of the positions were surprisingly hard to fill.

Sure, it wouldn’t be hard to assign maids and kidnappers and such to the many floors and rooms that littered the hotel. But some jobs were more… specialized.

Fleiya was lucky, she had managed to get a few of those trickier positions filled. Mostly admin or physical handling, internally. But…there were not too many applying for security.

Sure, it wasn’t the most glamorous job. After all, one had to constantly be patrolling for unauthorized kidnappings and non-personnel type intruders. It wasn’t one where you could just kick up your feet and watch videos for a few hours. The secrets of the business needed to remain intact. 

Their last head of security, Jawson, had recently retired. And his position had yet to be filled by his deputy and assistant security manager, Kersek. Fleiya couldn’t have guessed why that wretched ocelot hadn’t wanted a sizeable promotion, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with the fact that Kersek was a lazy son of a bitch. He did great work, but he simply knew what he WANTED to do, and did it. No more, no less.

The black unicorn groaned, rubbing her face as she finally opened up her email and looked at the acceptable candidates sent to her by her graders.

One.

A singular candidate in this batch had met the requirements.

Great.

Well. 

This should hopefully make hiring less of a chore.

Fleiya sighed, opening up the resume for contact information.

==

The charr did not expect a callback. In this economy? Wild.

“So. Miss…”

“Sigma.”

“Right.” Fleiya would shuffle her papers a bit, looking on at the strange beast before her. She wasn’t one to judge most of the time, but this was the first outside hire they had had in a minute. Most came with either recommendations from existing employees or came in via their Catch and Entrance program. Sadly, such a program would not suffice for a job like head of security. They needed someone clearheaded and alert…

“So. Do you have any prior experience in this field?” 

“You betcha.” Sigma replied with a toothy smile. “Can hit a target at 50 paces with my trusty goo gun.” she held up her weapon, lovingly polished and kept spotless. Ignoring, of course, the attachments for not only specialized canisters, but also the tube meant for a pack full of extra ammounition 

“...Goo gun?” The unicorn raised an eyebrow.

“Mm. Non-lethal, easy to get off the walls but not out of fur. Made it myself.” She couldn't help but puff himself up a bit, proud of her creation… “Took me years to get it just right, but it’s as marvelous as they come.”

“I see. Well. That is .. unconventional.” Fleiya hesitated before she spoke. Last thing she wanted was to be on the wrong end of this… contraption. “Well, aside from providing your own arsenal, do you have any… PRACTICAL experience? Have you had to deal with intruders face to face?”

“Yep. Had to do work in a plant before, caught some no-good urban explorers tresspassin’.” Sigma replied, leaning back in her chair as she adjusted her eyewear. “Thought they could lose me in the attic area. They didn't see me launching my trap goo out from the shadows. They're probably still up there!” She cackled, slapping her thigh.

“I see. So you're a very ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ type of guard.” Fleiya commented, tilting her head.

“I wouldn't say I’m shoot first. I give the poor bastards a chance to explain themselves if I catch 'em early enough. Unless they decide to run off. Then it’s just a matter of how long I can stop myself from chasing them like the scared little mice they are.” The charr grinned, showing off her fangs.”Though! Most of the places I've worked have been the kind where NO ONE is supposed t’be. So y’know.”

“So you’d be willing to perhaps take a less trigger happy approach for our guests? Some have expressed their disdain for their fur or feathers being sullied by anything.” Fleiya explained. “...not to say I’d blame you if you handled them in that way if they were in… unauthorized areas.”

“Of course! I’m not just some one trick beastie.” Sigma nodded, twirling her blaster idly. “So. Do I have the job?”

“Well, I will be frank with you.” Fleiya put down her paperwork. “You seem to be the only candidate we have who is QUALIFIED for this job. So we are going to float your position, and have you on to see how you handle a typical shift. You will be with our senior security staff member. Dear old Ferdinand, he’s retiring in a month or so.” She shook her head and sighed. “He will shadow you for a week and show you what is expected of you. I’m sure you will be fine.” she held out a hand. “Welcome to the Hostage Hotel team, Miss Sigma.”

“Happy to be here, boss lady.”

=

Ferdinand was a tired old mule. But he liked the cut of Sigma’s jib.

She was quick and reacted nice and fast, able to suss out any minute sounds that were out of the ordinary… he found her attitude to be quite enjoyable, and most importantly, she was able to learn the job faster than anyone he had ever trained.

So it came as no surprise that he would let her run her first solo patrol on the Thursday before she would be hired.

=

Severa was intrigued.

The place ran so smoothly. There were so few issues with the place and its press… one would think that this place would be all over the tabloids, with some scandal of some big shot being found to have been trapped here for months and months. Or something.

Severa had checked in herself, partially to get some rest and relax, and partially to do some snooping.

She was settled on the bed, relaxing and looking over the map of the place… she’d already treated herself to some of the spa amenities they had to offer, massages, facials, and the works. But she’d also managed to get a map of the facility from a friend who had gotten a job here. As such, she was going to go dig up some dirt on the place, maybe get them to comp a few stays here or more.

This place HAD to have some manner of secret. Something juicy and blackmail worthy.

The Charr had been made privy to the comings and goings of the other staff. And her informant on the inside had told her that the head night guard would be taking the night off. So now was as good a time as any to just… have a poke around. Find something fun to photograph.

==

Later that night, when the resort was deep in the throes of slumber or more explicit activities, Severa would get some gear on and slip out of her room.

Her associate had managed to slip her a key card, and it let her access one of the maintenance hallways in the back. It wouldn’t take long for her to slowly navigate her way around. The lack of security was… odd. Not even a camera or a patrolling guard in the back areas. There should have at least been decoy cameras set up to ward off nosy busybodies like herself. But not even that.

The halls were quiet. Unsettlingly so. 

Her paws made barely any sound as she stepped carefully… she had been on the lookout for sensors as well, invisible trip wires and the like… but also nothing.

Nothing that she noticed anyway.

Severa had been noticed a while ago.

And now someone was coming to handle her.

==

She finally made her way into a storage room. One specifically made for long term clients. The Charr would turn on her phone light, looking over the many alcoves and glass topped containers… each once containing a wriggling captive. A few high end movie stars were in here, recognizable in their info cards. A politician here, a surgeon there…

This was astonishing stuff.

To think. They could just be accessed so easily…

Or so she thought.

The single click and sudden ‘splort’ from the darkness happened too quickly for her to react.

Severa would find herself shoved down by a heavy mass of…something. Something sticky and gluey and hard to move in. 

Something familiar 

“What the-?! SIGMA?!”

“Hey, Severa.” The new night security guard said, padding from the darkness and twirling her blaster. “Y’know, you really should know better than to be poking your nose where it doesn't belong.”

“Unhand me this in-WHOA!” She had been teetering on her tiptoes for a bit, and now she was on the floor, facedown and more tangled in the gluey mess. “Let me OUT of this! Or I swear-”

“You aren't exactly in any position to be making demands.” Sigma purred, looming over Severa. “I’m tempted to just leave you like this, let the day security guards handle you. But I got a boss to impress. And what better way than to present him with a nosy little Charr for them to lock up as an example?” Sigma grinned widely, holding her blaster up over the other’s head.

‘S…Sigma don’t don’t you dare…!” Severa stammered, before a smaller glob of the glue-like substance was dribbled from the gun, slowly dripping over her muzzle… any attempts to shake it off only made it spread more, all over her mouth…

Not a single sound to escape the intruder’s mouth.

“There we go.” Sigma said, taking out a cell phone and taking a photo with her irate catch. “Now just gonna send this over to the boss and maybe they’ll go easy on ya.” She laughed, settling in a folding chair nearby.

“N…nph…!” Severa couldn’t move, couldn’t speak! It was hard to even breathe around this gunk, shaking her head to try and get airflow…

“Oh! Boss says he’ll bring the rest of his boys in. Get you put away for a nice, long time. I’d better make sure he and the guys have gloves. Keep you wrapped up in my special mix of trap glue…” Sigma stretched, yawning and turning away from her helplessly pleading captive.

It had already been a good first solo patrol.

Hopefully, more silly bastards would come snooping around. 

If she could keep luring such curious people in, like journalists… she’d be able to keep testing her formula.

Perfecting it.

The art exhibit had been a grand success.

Many of the less grandiose art pieces had either been sold or released from their duties … Chantarelle had stood to make a lot of money from the single exhibition alone. She’d obviously given a big cut to the hotel and paid off for use of her room. But the single piece she had not sold or released yet was Sarab.

The wyvern had spoken to her, metaphorically speaking. The way he stood so still, the way his wings had been shifted into that vast, grand pose. It spoke to her in ways that very few had done in a long time. It inspired her. Made her want to do more pieces like him.

And she did.

She would get quite a few other wyverns and dragons and other such wyrm-like beings trapped in latex, posed in just the right ways. It hadn’t been easy, luring them into her studio to affix them to their new homes. But… even so, it never was quite the way she wanted. They’d gotten close, sure. But they never just… reached the same sort of beauty that her first piece got to. It didn't compel her as much, and as such she sent them off to museums or galleries.

She had kept the captive wyvern in her home, as she had just been so loath to part with him. The jaguar had even gone so far as to check with the hotel on the guest agreement that Sarab had signed and agreed to… black and white, clear as crystal, he had signed off on a contract that allowed him to be held indefinitely.  Most had to sign agreements that gave staff permission to release them after certain periods or in case of emergency. Sarab had signed no such contract, merely the catch all one that most ‘long term’ guests signed. And since Chantarelle had worked so hard on him, she was allowed to keep him as an art piece… the hotel’s creator and board of directors had talked to her about it over tea, after the exhibit, in the shadow of her creation…

She had been granted ownership of this now hypnotized wyvern, trapped in latex and heavily gagged underneath…

And yet what to do with him?

Therein lay the rub. 

===

He was happy. 

Sarab was pleased with himself. He couldn’t help but think back to them all. The smiling faces, the way they all gazed up at him from his spot in the middle of the room. The interactivity of the exhibit, the way they’d polished his new shell…

It was blissful.

Enough to make him rock hard and needy constantly. His cock twitched under the latex, the only movement that was present in the statue. Sarab had met quite a fate, as he had been encased as part of an art show for the Hostage Hotel’s Gallery Weekend. But this was a new life for him. A permanent one.

How he longed for new eyes to see his, to meet his… he had been trapped in this studio for a while now, and while he was still so relaxed, so content… he couldn’t help but feel the desire for more.

His eyes were hidden behind those pink tinted lenses, staring down at the frowning jaguar…

Begging to be put back out there… beghing to be admired once more…

===

She was in her studio, just observing him. Looking him over, in silence… her eyes narrowed as she ran her hand down his flank, sighing. How could one improve upon perfection? Part of her wanted to change up his pose. To see if she could capture the proverbial lightning in a bottle twice. But… to ruin such majesty for the sake of novelty… impossible. She couldn’t allow it. Not to the extent her brain was going for, anyway.

But… perhaps… minor changes. Improvements. Little things.

The jaguar sighed, pulling her hair back with a headband as she pulled on some gloves. Perhaps some detailing…?

She groaned as she was shaken from her thoughts by her cell phone chiming. Tossing her gloves aside, she picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hey, am I speaking to Chantarelle?”

“Yes, sir.” She recognized the voice of the other… it was the buck she had asked to help her capture Sarab.

“Great! I'm glad I caught you. I was told by my supervisor that we needed to talk to you about your ah, statue.” He sounded a bit sheepish, as it had been a lot of legal jargon, and something that the CEO and board had been in arguments about… “so… I guess you should know, we technically can’t fully release that Sarab fellow into your care.”

“You kind of already did.” She scoffed, paws gently running down his legs and against his restrained crotch. “He’s sitting so nicely in my studio right now. Its hard not to jjst stare at him all night.”

“Yes but I’m afraid that he’s still technically a guest of ours. And we’ve been pouring over the documents, and we can’t hand him off to you completely.”

“Well, you can’t just take him away! As a statue I own his likeness.” The jaguar said with a huff as she started to mold the latex on his legs. Just making paw details, adding some latex here and there on his front to give the illusion of hooves. 

“Understandable. But we have reached a compromise in a sense. We just needed to run it by you.” The buck replied hastily. “We can house him in the hotel as part of the staff. A greeter, guest services, that sort of thing. So while he wouldn’t belong to you as a statue, we could have him be your roommate for the purposes of paperwork.”

“Hm.” Chantarelle paused in her work. “Go on.”

==

Sarab was in a blissful haze.

The wyvern was so relaxed, unable to move… unable to stop himself from feeling his cock pulse against the tight latex. He could feel the way the artist moved the latex around, added to it. A small voice deep inside knew this was wrong, that there had to be a way out. But it was squashed, again and again as he felt himself twitch and leak inside the suit.

He was perfectly still, unable to move even if he wanted to. His legs were carefully tended to, the gloved hands molding the latex to emphasize his musculature… his digits on his rear legs, his claws… while his front legs were hidden under hooves. He could feel the weight of them, engulfing his claws as he struggled to flex and move them… to no avail.

The faint, distant speech from beyond the latex was muffled but he could tell she was there. He stared at her from behind those pink tinted lenses, unblinking as he let his mind drift with delight… vaguely, he felt the way her talented hands pushed more of the latex against his straining cock, leaving nothing but a nulge there… and groan softly as he felt the area go numb. No sensation, nothing could get through… all he could feel was his own arousal and a buried vibe that was a few layers under the latex… it was strong enough to be felt but not nearly enough for him to cum…

Was that what it was?

It was hard to say.

Any time he tried to focus, it just buzzed hard enough to shake him out of it… a good feeling but he could only quietly beg for more…

That sensation was enough to stir him a bit from his daze, wanting to rut against his latex skin… but there was no moving himself. The latex had hardened and cooled ages ago. There was simply no way for him to move unless the outer shell was cut or removed. And the layer underneath was still pliable, but tough…

But why would he want to?

It felt so good… so freeing, not having to think. Just being set up, admired, adored by all who lay their eyes upon him!

He could feel himself being moved, carried out on a large wheeled cart… he barely paid attention to anything except the slow touches he felt against his flank and tail. 

He could feel latex being added. Lots of it. Mostly to the bottoms of his paws and part of his tail. He couldn’t have known he was being affixed to his new position, where he would work and be beheld by all who walked through the front door…

Through his lenses, he could see the artist he had watched before, the lady who had helped put him in this wonderful new shell… it felt so good, so relaxing… she was speaking with someone outside, a buck… one of the workers there? Well… they seemed to be admiring him. As they should. He couldn't help but smile despite his muzzle, proud of himself. For what, he couldn’t quite say. But he was happy.

The buck raised a camera, taking a photo. The flash dazzled Sarab a bit, making him see spots… but all he knew was that he was being admired. And that’s all that mattered to him.

It wasn’t exactly the most glamorous job in the hotel. But it was an important one, to be sure.

Maids needed to come in all shapes and sizes. Able to withstand the nature of the job, cleaning and sorting and moving around all that was needed…

It was something that suited Obsidian well.

And for as luxurious and exclusive as the hotel was, there wasn't exactly an extensive set of hoops to jump through.

She had been told to just show up and be ready to get fitted for uniforms.

==

“Excuse me!”

The desk clerk popped his bubblegum as he looked up from his phone. “Oh? Yes, may I help you?” He asked, setting his phone aside.

“Yes, I’m Obsidian, I’m here for a uniform fitting?”

Blueleaf would scrabble up and at attention once he realized that someone was here to actually join their workforce… “oh! Crap uh, sorry! You caught me just as I was about to go on break, uh…” the buck smiled sheepishly. “Well, if anything I can at least ask one of the does to help you. We have so many here who are so nice. Just wait a minute!”

He darted off to the back, where the muffled sound of some chatter could be heard…

Eventually, he would return with a more calm and collected associate, a doe done up in a sharp suit jacket and pencil skirt… 

“You must be…” The doe looked at her clipboard. “...Obsidian?”

“That’s me.” The mare smiled, holding out a hand to shake… the doe would connect, shaking her hand firmly.

“Wonderful. You’re the only newcomer today, so we can take our time with this one. Follow me, if you would. You may call me Maple. I am the assistant manager in charge of the cleaning staff here at this fine establishment…”

As Maple spoke, she led the other back behind the counter. Blueleaf would settle back in, trying to remain attentive until he was sure they were gone… before returning to his phone.

==

The back offices were quiet today, with less staff around due to it being a slower part of the season. Maple led Obsidian past a few desks and out into a hall.

“You will be outfitted with a proper uniform, custom made for you. You will get as many as needed, but any outfits past your fifth will come with a charge.” The doe said, as she took her into a dressing room, where a raised platform stood at the very center. The walls were lined with clothing racks and mirrors, as well as vanity tables for getting groomed and cleaned up.“Now. If I may please have you stand on this platform here?”

“Uh… okay.” Obsidian hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise with how Maple had been chattering on… the mare stepped up onto the platform, looking around. “Like this?”

“Excellent. Now if you’d just hold still while our system scans you. Please hold your arms out like so.”

Maple would demonstrate, arms lifted slightly from her sides, to allow room to pass another arm under it.

Obsidian would do as she was asked… as the silk bots scuttled up from under the stage.

It was… unsettling, these bots. They were a bit more spindly than the ones she had seen on the advertisements. And their bright green optics would scan her, taking into account her overall body structure… two of them measured the length and width of her arms, while others worked on her chest and waist…

It was hard to stay still with these copper coated creatures crawling around her.

But eventually, they would start to wrap up… until the mare felt a slight tickle in her nose.

Without much warning, she sneezed.

And the bots didn’t seem to enjoy that.

She had jerked unexpectedly, causing the bots’ sensors to not only be discombobulated… but to also construe her movement as some manner of threat. Rearing up on their backmost legs, the bots jumped and began to spit out sticky threads… mostly to subdue her. 

“What the-HEY! Knock it off! Maple! Help! They’ve gone crazy!” Obsidian yelped, as the silk bots started to try and restrain her. No matter how she fought, she couldn't get away… and soon they had her secured in the pose that Maple had demonstrated before.

The doe had not lifted a finger to help.

“Mmm yes. Sorry. They tend to do that with sudden movements.” She sighed, writing something down on her clipboard. “We will get it handled. For now, just relax and let them do their work. Thank you.”

“Wh-MAPLE! PLEASE!” The mare yelled, struggling… all it did was make the silk bots tighten her bindings, until she was unable to move anything from the neck down… “let me GO! I’ll-! MMPGH!”

One of the silk bots had wrapped a temporary muzzle around her mouth, tightening it so she couldn’t speak up… before they returned to their work. The silk bots would have to redo their calculations, as the sudden activity had made them abort their previous task all together…

Obsidian could only stand there helplessly as they scanned and redid their calculations… she let out such nice, muffled cries for help as she was held there… finally, the silk bots would finish their scans and calculations, scuttling off into some holes in the walls.

Maple made no move to try and help her down.

“Mmph?! Mmmghlgh! Hllph!!” Obsidian screamed, trying to find any sort of purchase… any sort of break in the bindings…

“Oh, they aren't done. They’re making your outfit now.” The doe said, looking down at her clipboard. “Just relax. You’ll get to wear it soon.”

The black and white mare whined, eyes wide. What did she mean by that? Why were they so intent on keeping her still?

=

It felt like half a day had gone by… Obsidian only stirred when she heard the scuttling of the silk bots, opening her eyes as she saw one come back into the room… it approached, slowly undoing the bindings on her legs… and pulling off her clothes.

“HHHMPH!” She tried to kick at it, but all it did was hold on tighter… it shimmied her pants off, while more of the bots brought in some of the parts of her uniform… it appeared to be a leathery kind of outfit, with silky ruffles… tacky, to be sure. But not like she could complain.

Obsidian struggled and bucked, as more silk bots worked to remove her shirt… It was harder since she was still able to fight, to squirm and struggle… but they managed to get her out of her clothes while still keeping her restrained.

It was even harder to get her into the uniform without her ripping something. She was a lot stronger than the calculations had made her out to be. But the silk bots simply called in a few extra units, working together to carefully slide the uniform on… they were able to zip it up along the back, ensuring it fit snugly, perfectly…

Even Obsidian had to admit.

This was arguably the most comfortable thing she had ever worn.

Already, the silk bots were undoing the bindings on her arms, letting her arms down as a couple wheeled over a mirror… she couldn’t help but admire the perfectly fitted outfit, barely even noticing her gag being removed.

“Wow… I…it’s perfect.” She marveled at the way it hugged her body, moved so seamlessly. Like a second skin, almost. “I’ve never… had anything fit so… well.”

“It’s tailored for you, my dear.” Maple said, having spent most of her time on her phone, answering texts and calls. “Do you like it? We will have at least four more ready by the time you do your first shift.”

“That’s… that’s amazing. Even if the process was excessive.” Obsidian admitted, not noticing that the silk bots had started mobilizing again.

“Indeed. But it’s not done yet.”

“What-?”

Obsidian never stood a chance.

She yelped as the silk bots jumped on her, working on securing some strange, silky addition onto her dress. It wrapped around her arms, her wrists and arms bound in silk ribbons behind her back until she couldn’t pull them forward… her legs would be wrapped in delicate but deceptively tough hobbles. The lacy patterns hid the strength of the silk, making it impossible to walk normally.

While this all happened, Maple strode over to assist.

She forced a ball gag into her mouth, locking it on with a small padlock… as well as using a special hair tie to keep her mane out of the way.

Obsidian’s eyes were wide as she struggled, crying out for help, to let her go, anything… but it wouldn’t take long to realize no one was coming to help her. In fact, Maple was calling in a couple of bucks from maintenance… 

“She’s almost done. Just need to snap her ID photo and we can call it.” Maple said, ordering them to set up a backdrop… they'd set up both that and a tripod, allowing Maple to settle her phone on the stand… and snap a few different photos. 

“Yes, this will do nicely.” She said, admiring the pleading look in her eye, the time lapse bounce of her breasts as she struggled between shots. “I'll have it put on her ID collar. For now, please take her off to her quarters, won’t you?”

The bucks lifted her up, loading the struggling and screaming mare onto a cart to take her back into the depths of the hotel… 

The onboarding process had been smooth.

Nir had been welcomed in quite readily. As a guest and frequent customer, he had his name on the hotel’s files for a long time. And as such, they knew he was qualified for the role he applied for:

Technician and Product Quality Assurance Tester.

===

It wasn’t like that there was much for the position to do. The hotel was still just that; a hotel. At most, the Q&A testers would be asked to test out new means of entertainment, such as new venues and new equipment.

The biggest issue for Q&A were the new versions of the Silk Bots.

Upgrading to a new software system always came with inevitable bumps and stumbles, but Nir was tasked with helping smooth these sorts of issues out.

The prototype Silk Bot was currently sat on Nir’s shoulder, clinging like a silvery epaulet. It was bigger than its predecessor, but it hosted quite an expanded silk canister inside… 

Despite being just a little machine, he had grown inordinately attached to it. It had provided quite the service for him, and he’d ensured it could be identified by a little smiley face sticker on its abdomen. 

Nir smiled as he took it along to his own private office. It wasn't exactly huge, but it was clean and worked for his purposes. Using the keycard granted to him, hebwould head down a back hallway to unlock his office… Office 340.

The interior wasnt terrible at all. It had a desk, a few filing cabinets, and most importantly, space to let the Silk Bot move and work out its many kinks.

“Alright. Let’s get started.” The sergal said, settling in and getting started on paperwork. “Silk bot. If you could please get me a drink?”

The bot would jitter slightly, climbing down from his shoulder to settle on his desk. It opened a compartment to reveal a small keypad, allowing him to type in a number to place his order…

“Hmm.” He referred to the hotel’s room service menu, tapping his chin. “Lets start with something easy.” He selected a brand of cola that the hotel stocked, and would send the bot on its way.

No more than 15 minutes and the bot would return, a chilled canned beverage within its midsection compartment…

“Alright, that looks good.” He scribbled down the results on his notes, nodding. “Thank you.” Nir couldn’t help but smile as the little robot swayed back and forth on its many legs, moving side to side in reply to his gratitude.

They had inspected the silk bots that had been fitted for maintenance and locating faults and breaks in the building’s infrastructure earlier that day. So all that was left to test was the bondage function. The program hadn’t been released to the general public yet, it was still in testing. As such, Nir had the beta copy put into the little Silkbot he had been assigned.

“Alright. Let’s activate Bondage Mode. We can start with something light. You ready?” 

Another affirmative waggle of legs and its abdomen. 

The Silk Bot hopped up, spraying its silk and working on yanking the sergal’s arms behind him.

Nir made a few mental notes as he struggled, working on trying to resist the Silk Bot. He had been told to go wild without trying to fight it off, save for actually breaking it…but it was able to loop the silken rope around his wrists, pulling it taut.

The Silk Bot leapt down, running a trail of thread down his body and working on binding his ankles and knees. The cuff like ties were new, done quickly and before Nir had a chance to react.

Eventually, the Silk bot pulled him to the bed, letting him sit. “Okay! Okay! That’s enough! Cease!” He yelled, squirming. The Silk Bot would freeze, settling down as he started struggling… the silk was high quality stuff, slightly sticky without pulling on fur or chaffing sensitive skin…

“Alright. Not bad. The ties are all standard, mhm…” he tugged and assessed the quality of the ties, the knots and bindings… “Tight enough to hold people, not tight enough to be too uncomfortable. Good. Alright. Code number 902.” 

He spoke the code, overriding the Silk Bot’s programming and causing it to undo what it had just done. It would carefully undo the bindings, recycling the webbing as it cleaned up after itself… 

“That’s taken care of…” Nir stood up, stretching and checking his wrists and ankles. No deep marks, just slightly tugged on fur. He sat down, working on taking down the notes… when his phone rang.

“Ughhhhh…” he picked up, slamming his pen down. “Yes ma’am? What’s up?” He paused, letting his boss speak. “Oh? Needed in the main lobby? Fine, fine, Ill be there.”

Nir stood up again, talking on the phone as he moved to the door. The Silk Bot made a leap for his shoulder and missed. The Sergal didn't seem to notice as he strode off, shutting the door behind him…

The Silk Bot had jostled a component in its processor, and was jittering as it tried to make sense of the error messages littering its internal screen…

==

The meeting had been two hours.

Nir was just more tired than he cared to admit. As much as he liked this job, there were plenty of times where he wished he didn’t have to sit through the yap-fest that was team meetings… 

He opened his door, turning on the lights… and running directly into a huge spider web.

“What the-?! HEY!” He gasped, squirming and struggling in the thick layers of silk… now that he was able to properly look, the entire office had been webbed up, top to bottom… and from above, the Silk Bot would jitter and crawl down over him. It latched onto the back of his head, slowly spinning up a swatch of webbing up…

“No, no, no! Code 9-MRGGH THHH! NNH MMGH THHH!” Nir struggled to speak the code that would shut the bot down… but it was too late. It had wrapped a thick sheet of webbing over his muzzle, sealing it shut tightly… and now, Nir could only watch helplessly as it scuttled down to work on the rest of him.

The more he struggled, the tighter the bot pulled on his bindings. Nir shook his head as he ended up tangling his limbs more and more, only aided by his new captor… he could feel the way that the bot pulled and tugged, drawing his limbs in closer to his body, how each small movement tightened his confinement little by little.

It took some time, but soon he was completely encased in a tight, sticky cocoon. He could only helplessly struggle, feeling the way it tugged on his fur and made it hard to find purchase with his webbed up hands…

He struggled and cried out as he watched the silk bot move slowly across the room, pushing his door closed. Slowly ensuring he was hidden from view completely… and shutting off all his office lights.

It was going to be a long night of testing and trying to get out…

The display dummy is taken down at the end of the day shift.

Devlin is sprayed down with a strange spray, can shaped not unlike keyboard cleaner...they work to cover every inch of the goo with this spray, ensuring that the addictive properties are nullified for any outsiders handling it.

Two mules wheel the moaning and addled skunk off to Fleiya's office, as requested... she has a new job for him, one that she is sure he will enjoy 

==

The stern unicorn is writing up a report on this change in assignment, changing Devlin from display accessory to active use... it's a tedious process, but it's necessary. Annoyingly so. If no one else does this paperwork, then it'll simply never get done.

She looks up from her work as the mules knock on the door, wheeling the captive skunk inside.

"Thank you, gentlemen. Please, release his head, I'd like to have a word with him."  She stands from her high backed chair, as the mules carefully unpack him from his nullsuit prison. Feliya watches passively as the skunk's maw is freed, his eyes wide as he looks around. 

"Wh...where...?" He panted, disoriented from the sudden rush of clear air... "what happened...?"

"You've been in that nullsuit for quite a while, Devlin." Fleiya speaks up, stepping forward. "A few months at minimum.” A small simplification. He’d been in there to where the busy season was over, and his contract had since expired. “We would like to inquire if you'd be interested in a..." he taps her chin. "Let's say, a lateral movement in the janitorial field."

Devlin looks blankly at her, until one of the mules nudges him. 

"She means, same shit, different pay. Keep up."

"Oh!" He seems to realize what they're talking about. "....GOOD pay still, I hope?" He smiles sheepishly.

"Of course. Your role will be more active and your pay will reflect accordingly. Although..." she smiles. "I don't think you'll have any objections to the uniform that is required for this position. Your increased salary will be reflected as soon as you agree and take on our new suit."

"I...well I guess I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" He asked, wriggling a little as the mules helped him pull off the now more solid gluey suit.

"On the contrary. You have the choice to turn us down, but it would be in your best interests to accept. After all, in the time it's taken you to be a shop window display, we've improved our formulas and latex tech quite a bit."

It had really only been a few months, but this set of products had been cooking up for years... Fleiya smiled. She was sure this silly little beast would enjoy his new position, as there were very few who would fill it...

"I...Hm! Okay. I'll bite. What will I have to do?"

==

The sauna and gym shared a locker room, and with it came the vague smell of sweat and other fluids. Janitorial staff was always on site to help handle any sort of messes or incidents, but the off season could be rough for that. 

Fleiya had been put in charge of finding ways to keep the facilities handled and running smoothly during these more lean months, and her research and development team had developed some interesting results...

Devlin had found himself in a back room of the spa area, stood on a cart and under a perilously quivering bubble of latex. The gluey smell made him perk up, and he realized he would be moved into a new area... the R&D team would be suited up in hazmat suit style protection, complete with gas masks and gloves, as they began working on the process.

A mechanism dropped the bubble of latex onto Devlin, engulfing his head in a familiar sensation and smell. The heady, glue-like smell filled his nostrils, body shuddering as it splattered down his frame. It spread a lot faster than last time, sliding down his chest and evenly coating his frame with minimal assistance from the staff. It gathered onto his crotch, a pleasingly sticky sensation as it continued to encase him. In record time he was once again a faceless lump of latex, and once again, he would open his maw to inhale and swallow more of that sappy, gluey substance. A familiar warm feeling, not the same, but just as enticing.

As the last of the latex engulfed his tail, he would hear another burble from above, and another sense of pressure as another layer of latex based material fell upon the unsuspecting skunk. He let out a startled noise, mixing the two and practically forcing its way down his throat. The smell was almost overwhelming as it slid down his throat. The mixture was so thick, almost creamy in his addled mind, which made him cum almost instantly. Another splatter of the mixed latex from his cock hit the shield that protected the R&D team, which would be brushed back towards Devlin... 

Slowly, he was encased in the new and improved null suit material, with the team ushering every last drop back onto the cart so as to contain it.  The skunk moaned and panted, barely able to move himself... his arms would be molded over his chest, crossed and pressed tight to squeeze more air from him... the more he struggled or tried to shift, the tighter the latex's grip became, until it hardened enough to keep him still.

As if that weren't enough, he would be sprayed down with a new solution, an absorbent that would take in external scents and odors, and convert them into a cleaner, fresher smell.

Or so they told him.

He would be left to sit and stew in his new prison, the bulge squirming with each orgasm he had... it would not allow him to breach the external layer, trapping him in a self perpetuating cycle of cumming, swallowing the latex slop, and getting all the more horny.

==

He was wheeled out to the locker room, where a support column looking structure waited for him. A vent had been installed, with some fans positioned around the room to funnel all air into this one specific spot, absorbing odors and dispensing a fresh, clean smell for the gym users. 

Already, the janitorial staff was talking about how this was gonna help keep the place so much more fresh, how Devlin was damn lucky to be chosen for this position...

He would be placed in the hollowed column, and shut inside. The room would be flooded with the smell of the gym's patrons upon sealing, all of it absorbed into the latex...

Devlin could only moan and whine, trapped in a heaven of his own making, so to speak. The latex layer closest to him would remain churning slightly with every orgasm, constantly teasing his body with its gentle movements wafting the strong glue smell mixed with stink into his nostrils.

==

The R&D team would monitor his progress, keeping an eye on the patrons' satisfaction levels, his absorption levels... all during winter.

They would run the numbers, and realized...

They were doing well. But summer would be a lot worse, and changes might need to be made...

"Boss, I told ya. I don't need anyone else coming in and messing with the Engineering department's dynamic! Look, I know we're short staffed, but I promise, there's a reason for that! I work better when it's just me, okay? I can handle the workload!"

Griz was loudly talking into her phone, working on a malfunctioning silk bot… clearly not having the best time. The initial rush of the hotel's opening season was winding down, and now the higher ups were looking at the collected data. And now, Griz's little acts of rebellion were coming to bite her in the ass.

"What? The hell you mean you've sent someone over? No no no, don't you change the topic. WAIT, DAMMIT DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME- FUCK!"

The lizard threw her phone in frustration… she was gonna be audited, it seemed. Someone had come to check on her work, and she wasn't here for it.

She needed to look out. And get ready to lock that stupid inspector away.
===
This was quite the predicament.

Coco was meant to meet some people here, a group of friends that he would be spending a weekend with. He had had fun just relaxing around the hotel for the past hour after checking in, settling in cozy corners of the hotel lounge and poolside coves. But he hadn't heard anything from his friends. The last text had been an hour ago. And while he knew that said friend's phone network was NOT exactly reliable, he couldn't help but be worried.

Looking around, he would dial his friend, punching in their number and calling… but of course, the signal by the pool wasn't great. That, stacked with some rambunctious parrots who had shown up and started playing pool chicken, made it hard for him to focus.

Tutting in annoyance, he would make his way inside, looking for a quieter spot to try and get a hold of his friend.

The eagle phoenix hybrid carefully moved past a crowd of ocelots and meerkats going into the pool space, and into the hall where the pool's entrance was located. Surely there was an area where they had booths for phone calls? At least places for people to go to have a private conversation…?

He would poke his head into different doors, or at least any that weren't marked as Employees only. Finally, he found what looked like a side room, completely deserted save for some robotics parts and half done machines…

Well. This was as good as it was going to get.

"C'monnnn, pick up, dammit." Coco grumbled, looking over the weird little machines. They sure were spindly, and just… a little too insect-like for his taste. The bird paced the room, grumbling…

Why weren't they picking up?

Of course, the stupid bastard's phone sent him to voicemail.

"Ughhhhh." He groaned as the stupid stallion's obnoxious voice mail message played. "Look, Champ, I dunno where you guys are, but call me back as soon as you get this, I've been trying to get a hold of you all day!" He complained as he picked up one of the little spindly machines. "I swear, I've been waiting for an hour."

He hung up, only to nearly drop his phone when he heard a voice.

"The hell are you doing in here?"

The phoeagle juggled his phone, whirling around to see a very tense looking lizard woman staring him down. "Oh. You startled me! I was taking a pretty important phone call. Didn't need to expose the rest of the hotel to it, y'know?"

"Yeah?" The lizard tilted her head. "Who were you calling?"

"Just some…associates." Coco frowned, drawing himself up to seem more impressive. "Never you mind!"

"Uh-huh." The lizard would fish something from a pack on her hip… and pull out a remote control.

One click, and two of the less damaged bots would suddenly spring to life. They stood and immediately jumped on the hybrid to take them down.

Coco yelped, eyes wide as he was tackled, forced to drop his phone as the little machines worked with surprising speed. Under normal circumstances, they'd be cocooning the helpless bird in silk. But today, the struggling and protesting bird would be bound up tight in a layer of webbing, before the silk bots dragged him back deeper into the depths of the hotel…

===

"Let me GO! Unhand me! I won't stand for this!" Coco screeched.

"Aww, you think just because you're some plant sent by my bosses, you can bully me?" Griz sneered, as the silk bots pulled the struggling phoeagle into one of Griz's lab set ups. "Nah. You're gonna be staying here until my bosses decide to let me do as I need to. So why don't you get comfortable?"

"I-I'm not working for your boss! What the hell are you talking about!?" Coco protested. The silk bots would leave the bound avian on the floor, while Griz grabbed some equipment.

"You can cut the act. I know you're gonna report me the second I let you loose. So you can just forget it." Griz huffed, going and grabbing some leather straps. She would force the bound bird's legs up, using the leather straps to bind her in a sitting position with her knees to her chest. More straps would be used to bind her wings to her sides, securing them firmly.

"How dare you! I'll have you fired for this- Ghk!" Coco gagged and squirmed as Griz put on a nice stiff posture collar around his neck, ensuring he couldn't try and yank his head away. "HNNGHK! LEGHK ME GH!"

"God, you're persistent." Griz rolled her eyes as she dragged the struggling bird to one of the lab stations. A glass tube was stationed there, empty thus far... but it was clear that it would not be for long.

The glass slid upward into the ceiling, allowing Griz to set their prisoner down. The lizard firmly slid a rubber breathing mask onto Coco's beak, ensuring that oxygen was being pumped into it.

"Mmmmmph…!" The seal was so tight it even muffled their protests, it seemed.

"Now. We can figure out what to do with you once my shift is over. For now…" Griz slid the blinders down on the captive's mask, blacking out their world for the foreseeable future. The lizard backed off, and slid the tank shut again… She settled in, watching the captive struggle before pushing the button to fill with water.

The captive would thrash as the tank filled with water, letting out very muffled noises of panic and protest. Little by little, they would be floated to the top of the tank, their struggles increasing the more water poured in. Eventually, of course, they would be left suspended in water, perfectly capable of breathing but also perfectly trapped.

The lizard looked down and saw that a silk bot had brought the bird's phone… it appeared to be ringing as well…

"Hm. Well, we can give this back to them later." She said, setting it on a workbench and letting it ring. Griz made sure the outer shell of the tube was put up, a metal barrier to ensure that any cracks or leaks would be caught before they spilled, and shut off the lights.

The tube's shielding was disguised as a mere metal transport pipe, which blended in with the rest of the lab's decor …