FireFlies - Part 3
Written By Gearlock
Edited By Vanessa Wynnsworth
Richard Gelmore is (c) Gearlock	
Vikki is (c) Vanessa Wynnsworth
Wulfae Rouge is (c) Jonathan Rich

This story is adult in nature and intended for ages 18 and up only!
Contains: Latex, mummification, breath control, fluids, intercourse, 
lots of hot yiffing, and worst of all...romantic moments... 
You have been warned!

	Richard awoke in his cell.  He peered upward, blinking as his vision focused on the ceiling.  There was no remarkable sound, save for his breathing.  He was apparently on his cot, though he did not remember returning to his quarters or going to sleep.  When he moved however, memories of the day before flooded forth.  His back was a series of painful knots created by the tension of the night before.  He wondered if a disc had slipped somewhere, and he placed a paw on his lower back as  he sat up.  The panther stood and arched himself, hoping for a corrective "pop".  He twisted a few times at the torso.  It seemed to relieve the panther somewhat.  Richard  moved to the crude shower and doused himself.  The hot water spilling from god-knows-where soothed him a bit as it ran over him.  
 	He was out of the bathing corner and toweling his fur when he noticed a piece of paper folded neatly on the small table near his cot.  The panther walked over and unfolded it, reading the letter that had been written upon it.

Richard,
	In keeping with the agreement set forth by the Lady Wulfae Rouge, A room has been prepared for you.  Once inside the room, the twenty-four hour period shall begin.  Vikki shall be waiting there for you.  She is yours to command for a day and a night.  The vixen shall grant any pleasure you should desire.  To get to this room, simply leave your quarters and begin walking the corridors.  Continue your journey, keeping in your mind a clear thought of your destination.  Be careful not to let the winding ways of this realm confuse you.  Stay focused on your destination, and the path shall become clear.
 
	Enjoy yourself,

Bentonaeus 
chambercraft mage, third degree

	 The panther massaged his own chin in thought.  'This place continues to amaze me,' he said, with a curious grin.  He quickly grabbed his leather shorts and stepped into them.  Looking forward to yet another interesting experience.
  	Richard opened the door to his cell and stepped into the hallway.  He closed it slowly, trying to stifle the expected noised of such a door.  He looked both ways and took a breath... 'now to figure out which way,' he thought.  He stood for a moment, rather still and quiet as he began to think.  In his mind, he pictured Vikki, laying on a great bed covered in many pillows.  He thought of her delicious form, its dark, smooth and shiny skin against a flowing field of crimson satin.  Richard could see her looking at him, her blue eyes piercing from a frame of silver and white hair and fur.  Her soft lips were drawn in an expectant smile.  Richard felt a gentle breeze pass through the corridor.  A soft, enticing scent rode upon it... her scent.
  	He took a brisk step into the moving air and started his walk.  He came to an intersecting hall, and turned.  His stride became more confident as he continued.  A left, then a right, and then another left... turns and twists were taking him to new halls he had never seen.  He passed countless doors... some closed, some open, revealing a myriad of erotic and intense moments being enjoyed by others.  His heart pounded as his anticipation grew.
  	His search took him to a chamber that all at once became intimidating.  The corridor opened into a great room, with much more light than the dungeons he had seen so far.  Here was an immense circular chamber.  In the center was a great fountain.  At first glance he could see statuary in the center.  It was not long before he discerned that the objects of art, several creatures in graceful poses, were living and breathing.  Bronze had somehow been crafted to fit their forms snugly, with just enough openings for the noses, mouths and gentailia.  As he approached the fountain, he realized the pool under all the statuary was rather deep.  In the water were male and female furs, all with rubber from the hips down, tapering into fishlike tails.  There were other furs in the large atrium area around the fountain.  They all seemed to carry themselves in a dominant air.  A wolf was lounging on a bench, reading a book.  A male tiger was over by the fountain being  serviced by one of the "merfolk", a male fox slurping contently on the cat's member.
  	Richard continued to look and wonder, and he noticed that there were arches all around the great chamber, obviously leading to other corridors, perhaps other huge rooms like this.  There were stairs leading up at various points, and he looked up to see that the ring of arches leading away from here repeated for  six floors.  The ceiling was a haphazard web of glass and iron, letting in a bright yet gentle light in warm rays, like the sun coming through breaks in the canopy of a dense forest.  The panther was a bit muddled, his senses losing the trail he was following.  He closed his eyes in concentration, thinking again of the vixen.
  	Richard wandered around the chamber, sorting through the many aromas with his nose until he again found Vikki's  trail, the sweet mix of sex and latex he had come to identify as hers.  It was difficult, considering that other scents of the same combination lingered through the place.  Hers was special, though... a certain sweetness mingled in it that made it stand out.  The trail beckoned him upstairs.  He climbed two flights of stairs and paused, now sure that she was close.  The vixen was even more vivid in his mind as her looked toward an arch.  He dashed to the opening and jogged into the corridor, the warm light of the atrium fading as he followed the path.
  	This corridor continued for a short while, until Richard could see it end at another archway.  This one was peculiar, as it was framed in an interesting scrollwork.  There were inscriptions accenting the doorway, written in a language familiar to the panther as runic in nature.  He paused, wondering if he was permitted to pass through what looked like a portal to another location.  He continued for a couple steps, then stopped again as a door close to the portal opened.  A fox demon exited and started into the hallway, followed by two male wolves in loin cloths.  They all had rather pleased grins across their faces.  The fox demon looked more and more familiar it walked toward Richard.  The two tails swishing behind it marked the demon in the panther's memory as the creature who fashioned his initiation here.  The demon did not seem to notice him, as it was chatting with one of the wolves.  Richard looked forward past the trio and began to walk, hoping to pass without incident.  
  He was just about past them when he felt himself shoved against one of the doors.  His shoulders were pinned by large paws.  He looked up to see the fox-demon's face awash in a glare that was between anger and madness, which then twisted into a hungry grin.
  	"You!," It snarled, tightening its grip on Richard's shoulders.  Richard looked away defiantly, his brow knitted in stifled anger.  He held back a fear and excitement that was welling within him.  The demon spoke again," Ahhh... look at the angry little pussy!  Still upset about your first day here?"
  	Richard continued to look away, the consistency of his manner stone-like.
  	"Gooooood,"  it continued, " I want you to feel that way for a while.  You see, I knew you weren't scheduled for such a welcome!  I saw how weak you looked when you arrived.  Rouge shouldn't waste her time with whelps like you... why she favors you I will never understand!".   The wolves were now pawing at him, chuckling at the situation.  "  You watch yourself, pussycat," the demon warned," There will be a day when you disappoint Wulfae, or bore her, and I will be there to claim you!".  Richard only stared angrily away.  The creature leaned in, licking and nipping at the panther's neck.  He closed his eyes and winced, enduring the demon's attentions.  It pushed off of him, forcing his shoulders into the door again.  The demon stormed off, followed by the two wolves. He rubbed one of his shoulders and moved again toward the arch.
  	Whatever reservations Richard had about the portal dissipated after dealing with the demon.  The panther took a fervent step into the archway.  He found himself in what looked like a small covered walkway of iron and glass, in similar architecture as the atrium.  Beyond the glass was no light, however, as the illumination seemed to come from hidden means in the ceiling of the bridge.  Out past the windows was a darkness so thick it disturbed the panther.  He decided it was unwise to linger here and walked the rest of the bridge.
  	On the other side was a similar arch, and Richard looked back as he passed through.  The portal was rather similar to the one on the other side.  He sighed in relief as he looked down the new hallway.  The panther's mind was now focusing again, the trail now stronger than ever with Vikki's scent.  A few more turns and twists, and he found himself in a corridor, that was now devoid of any doors save for one at the end.  He looked curiously at this one as it was rather different.  It was wood with fine silver scrollwork on the edges and in the center, framing what looked like a porthole.  Set in the porthole  was an hourglass of intricate silver and platinum with black sand in its bottom glass.
  	Vikki's image faded in his mind as Richard pushed upon the door.  It swung open slowly, giving way to a luxurious scene... inside was a chamber that looked royal in nature.  It was spacious, stretching to the left in smoothly carved stone, where a large oak table held a feast of fruits and meats, even bottles of wine; to the right where the floor eventually sank into a shallow pool which bubbled and steamed with a suggested heat;  and in the center was an immense bed covered in satin and pillows, just like the panther imagined... and there was Vikki... laying back with her eyes closed in a look of almost ecstatic relaxation.  Her every curve was contoured by the highlights from the soft light which bathed the room from an unknown source, every arousing detail being accentuated.  The silver fur of her head and tail shimmered in the light.  She roused slightly, raising her head and opening her eyes.  A streak of stronger light cut across her face, somehow bringing out the sparkle of her sapphire irises, one of which peeked through a broad lock of white hair that flowed from the rest of her head in its own distinct cascade over half of her visage.  The moment lingered between them, and it seemed more like a night of seduction was in store for Richard, than service.  The panther grinned, as he wouldn't have it any other way.
  	"Come in and close the door, kitten," Vikki murred, sounding breathy and sensuous, though not intending.  "Our time together begins once the entrance is sealed."  The panther slid a paw behind him, and pushed the door.  It made a strange click as it came to rest in the jamb.  Clockworks could be heard within the door and its frame.  The hourglass turned smoothly over in the porthole.  The black grains began to spill into the other half as the device inverted.  The alien sand moved with an impossible slowness into the lower glass, swirling and drifting down more than falling.  The hourglass made a defining click as it was now completely turned, and several internal noises followed, sealing the door quite securely, the panther surmised.
 	Vikki moved with a sensual slowness as she twisted onto her hands and knees on the bed.  She tilted her head slightly peeking past her white locks at the panther. " Well now. I'm all yours... What would you like to do first?," she asked in an inviting tone.
  	"Uh well...," Richard stammered.  He wasn't quite sure what to do with his very own love slave.  He was so used to being someone's pet.
  	"You must be sore from the challenge Wulfae put you through," she said with a giggle.  " Why don't we start with a nice hot bath?"
  	"Mmmm. That would be nice," he considered.  He continued to look at her as he walked toward the bath.  The vixen hopped off of the bed, a bit anxious to begin.  She regained her poise as she neared the panther, who was disrobing by the steps of the bath.  He was about to step into the water, but he stopped, looking at the latex that coated the vixen.  " So... you bathe in the latex, too?"
  	"Sure do," she replied.  " The suit is rather permanent."
  	"And you still feel everything through that... I figured it would dull the sense of touch."
  	"It increases it, actually.  The rubber transfers the sensations and even intensifies them...  sometimes it creates sensations itself."  
  	The panther looked at her curiously.  "...by itself?"
  	"The latex is alive... sort of..  It moves in ways that mimic someone or something touching me."
  	"Creepy..." the panther remarked.
  	"You get used to it."
  	Richard descended into the bath.  The hot water was alarming, yet soothing as he stepped in.  He eased his bare fur into the heated water, gently reclining onto a chair hewn into the submerged stone with a protracted sigh.  Vikki smiled as she watched the panther relax, his face expressing the tension in his muscles melting in the heat.  His eyes were just about closed,  and a rather audible purring emanated from within him.  He raised an eyebrow to look at the vixen, who motioned her into the pool with an upward nod.  She moved cautiously into the pool, apprehensive of the temperature.  She acclimated rather quickly, her reaction to the bath a moaning smile.  She waded through the steamy water.  Her rubber skin seemed to react, rippling in various places.  It settled as Vikki reclined alongside the panther.  He leaned in and nuzzled with her.  
  	Richard lay in the bath, listening to the churning and bubbling of the water.  Vikki was leaning on him, and she moved her hands across his body in slow, random patterns.  He couldn't help but let out another large sigh.  The sigh was cut short by a quick gasp as Vikki pinched one of his nipples lightly as one of her hands passed over his chest.  She arched an eyebrow at the discovery, " Ah, do you like that?".
  	"Yes," the panther mumbled over his purring.  She lowered her muzzle to his chest and licked a nipple, lightly at first.  His body twitched.  She grinned, making a mental note of the sensitivity.  She pushed her maw into his chest, nipping at it with her front teeth.  He continued to jump and squirm.  The vixen trailed a hand down his abdomen, into the water, searching nonchalantly for his crotch.  Her fingers bumped the member, already swelling from her presence.  They glided around the shaft, encircling it in her tight yet gentle grasp.  He moaned with content as her hand began to move on his length in an achingly slow pace.
  	He purred more loudly as the vixen continued.  His hands began to wander as well, sliding along her slippery, wet body.  He found her rear and squeezed its roundness firmly with one of his paws.  She raised her rump above the surface of the water as he trailed adventurous fingers along her cleft and touching lightly on her sex.  She let out happy sounds of her own and nuzzled under his chin.  His fingers found the vixen's own wetness amongst her labia and circled there, his fingertips becoming slick with her dew.  He touched on her clitoris during his exploration, and she responded by exhaling with a shudder, gripping his shaft even tighter as she continued to stroke.
  	The couple lay in the hot bath, touching each other in those right spots.  They were almost coordinated now, their hands moving in a slow, stable rhythm.  Their bodies moved slightly as well, and they met in a deep kiss with tongues dancing together in a hot, desperate ballet.  The embrace was heaven to the furs as the passion built within them.  Vikki twitched as his fingers played, sometimes upon her clit, sometimes sliding inside her and pressing on her inner walls.  The panther's hips rocked to meet the strokes of her graceful hand.  Richard wanted more now.  " I want to feel your mouth on me again," he mumbled between kisses.
  	Vikki grinned and began to lower.  The panther rose a bit , bringing his member out of the water. He leaned against the wall.  The vixen eyed his rod with a hunger and opened her maw.  She devoured his length for a moment, moving her tongue along its underside as she pulled back.  The panther grunted at the aggressive move.  His eyes rolled back in his head as his breathing became shallow.  She teased the head with her tongue lashing at its nerve endings with precision.  She took in his length again, her movements becoming syncopated upon him.  Richard gazed down though half-closed eyes at her watching him rhythmically disappearing into her snug, warm muzzle.  Vikki looked up and noticed him looking, and their blue eyes locked in an intense embrace of vision; he aroused by watching her, and her aroused by being watched.  The look in her eyes was enough to send him over, and he broke the gaze and yelled as an orgasm rushed forward.  His fluid erupted into her mouth.  It seemed to be as hot as the water, if not more so.  She continued to suckle his organ, feeling it throb as it pumped.  His body jerked as the intense stimulations continued.   The panther  wavered, as if he were about to fall.  Vikki pulled away from him, giggling and licking her lips as she swallowed with delight.  Richard leaned against the wall, panting as he watched the vixen rise.  She arched into a contented stretch in the middle of the bath, the water beading on her latex coat.  Just watching her recharged him, and his member continued to stand erect.
  	Richard's face took a feral tone as he waded through the water toward her.  She looked up to see him standing over her with a grin full of sinful intentions.  She grinned as well, slowly backing up to the steps leading out of the bath.  He followed her, looming over the vixen with a purr that sounded more like a growl.  She was about two steps up when his arms thrust forward.  In a quick, sweeping motion, she was off of her feet.  Her petite form was cradled in his capable arms.  Her eyes were wide at the romantic gesture.  His eyes did not look away from hers, as he carried Vikki out of the steaming pool.  The bed was only a few steps away, but they did not make it.  He lowered her as he knelt, gently crashing into a prone position.  The panther moved over her, and she spread her legs, welcoming his advance. He leaned in and pressed his member against her wetness... not entering, but rubbing it against her.  It ran across her throbbing clitoris and she shuddered, moaning as he continued to grind against her in a firm yet leisurely pace.  They met in another deep and slow kiss.   His purring created a subtle vibration in his body, which she could feel as she ran her hands over his chest.
  	Richard angled his hips, putting the tip of his member at he edge of her sex, poised to thrust into her. He moved slightly, probing just a bit to tease her.  She threw her legs around him as best she could and locked onto him, trying to pull him further in.  He could feel an amazing amount of wetness on his groin from grinding and teasing her.  It tingled, seeming to move on and through his fur.  He dismissed it and continued to push in only slightly.  She murred in a needing tone, tightening the hold her legs had on him.  He chuckled through their kissing, amused to hear her beg.  After what seemed like hours of probing and grinding to her, he slid into her with a fierce yet temperate authority.  She broke the kiss and yelled as his rod filled her canal.  He pulled out gradually, and thrust in with the same power.  She was unbelievably slick, he observed, his organ sliding smoothly inside her, despite the snug fit.  He continued into a steady cadence of strong thrusts, grinding into her as his entire length disappeared into her sex.
  	He noticed the wetness again, which was flowing from her steadily.  His loins were soaked with her passion now.  It felt somewhat unsettling as though it might be moving and growing across his fur.  It tingled more as it engulfed his balls, coating his sac with a moisture that felt like it was moving.  Richard began to wonder.  'Perhaps this is a magical property of Vikki's wetness,' he thought to himself.  He looked down at her.  She was not aware of it, as her eyes were closed, enjoying his movements.  He then became aware of new sensations.  The panther could feel her gripping him now, her muscles clamping down on his member, with greater strength than any hand.  Her insides had an impressive hold on him, and he was sure he couldn't pull out if he tried.  He decided an attempt anyway, anticipating an interesting reaction.  The grip was even tighter now, hurting him slightly.  He let out a yelp, and continued to make love to her.  They both felt him swell inside her, his arousal intensified by the feeling of being trapped.  She giggled through an evil grin and murred," you're not going anywhere, love!"
  	He continued to thrust, his entire organ buried in her sex completely.  The disturbing wetness continued to spread across him, covering his rear and approaching his tailhole.   The liquid moved into him, which again tingled.  He should have jumped at such a sensation, but he was so lost in his passionate dance with her that it only supplemented the feelings.  Both furs could now feel a climax mounting, and were moving their bodies in a harmony of motion.  Moans and murrs escaped them as they continued to kiss.  His pace quickened.  She could feel her latex moving now, helping her grip his member while massaging her inner walls and her clit.  She looked up to see him with a look of such intense pleasure, he seemed intoxicated from all the stimulation.  She smiled, happy to see that she was giving the pleasure he expected, if not more.  She was doubly happy as she was enjoying it equally.  It no longer felt like doing a duty, like fulfilling an agreement.  She felt a warmth that brought her closer to climax.
  	They were both moving intently now, bucking against each other, as they could feel mutual satisfaction approaching.  The thunder of an impending storm of sensation rolled within them both as their lovemaking became hard and fast.  They were much more vocal now, grunting and yelling as they grew closer to the pinnacle of intimacy.   Sparks of sensation bounced around inside Vikki... she was already starting to cum.  Her entire body, her insides, her arms, her legs held him tightly as the orgasm welled up quickly within her.  He could feel her quivering under him and thrust even faster,  an almost mechanical and precise rhythm which went on without wavering.  This more intense sex seemed to linger.  Richard had climaxed before so this next one was taking a little more work.  She convulsed and yelped, her eyes closed tightly as she held onto her climax with her willpower, hoping to save it for the right moment.  As she held back it was becoming more intense by the second.  She growled as she concentrated.
  	The panther pounded on her, moving the entire shaft in and out of her with the fury of a runaway locomotive, yelling, snarling, as he thought only of cumming.  It was right there, just shy of occurring.  Vikki remembered his nipples, and took hold of both of them, tugging lightly.  He yelled even louder, his latent feral nature pushing almost to a roar.  The vixen could no longer hold back after watching his reaction and she squealed as her climax rushed forward.  She arched her back, thrashing her head about as the feelings became too much.  She tugged on his nipples as she writhed, and that sent him over the edge.   His claws dug into the floor as an intense orgasm overcame him.  The panther made a great thrust that lifted her and he froze as he came.  She could feel him inside her, his seed flowing powerfully into her.  Her own climax seemed to linger, sending aftershocks through her body. For a few seconds they were locked together, both shuddering and breathless.  Their eyes met again as they panted heavily.  The panther withdrew, groaning as his muscles were aching from the vigorous session.  He collapsed alongside her and tried to catch his breath.  She caressed him and looked at him.  They exchanged rather contented smiles.  Light and sound started to fade for them both as they slipped out of consciousness.
  	Richard awoke with a start, realizing he had dozed off when he had a time constraint to deal with.  He looked over to see the vixen dozing as well, a soft smile across her muzzle.  He twisted to see the hourglass in the door.  A small pile of sand could be seen at the bottom, and the top still looked rather full.  He sighed with relief as he realized there was still a great deal of time left for them.  Vikki roused and sat up, letting out a sigh of her own.  The panther brought a hand to his eyes and rubbed them as he tried to shake the sleepy feeling that had set in.  He stopped when he realized a rubbery feeling on his eyelids, and looked at his fingers.  His middle and forefinger were coated in latex, much like the material that Vikki was in.  He rubbed them with his thumb, remembering that he touched the vixen's wetness with that hand.  He looked to Vikki and noticed that she was staring at his crotch, a smile of excitement mingling with surprise.  He looked down to see his groin and thighs were also coated in the slick black material, up to and including his genitals.  His member was well coated, standing free from his loins, shining in the soft light.  His eyes were wide with mild shock, and he quickly began to rub the latex, trying to pull and pick at the edges where it stopped.  He whimpered as he pulled and his flesh and fur did not separate from it.
  	"It's not going to come off that way, love,"  Vikki told him.  He looked to her, seeing a sort of sympathy in her eyes.
  	"What's going on?," he said in a worried tone, continuing to pull at the edges.  " Why.."
  	"I should have warned you," Vikki stammered, " The suit will make... copies of itself, if there's enough fluid..."
  	"What!"
  	"The latex... it turns my bodily fluids into more latex.  Sometimes it adds to itself.  If there's enough excess, it will attach itself to a new host and, well, procreate."  She was sounding apologetic now,"  I'm sorry...should have-"
  	"Ye gods!  How do you take it off?!"
  	Vikki paused, "You... you don't.  I'm so sorry, Richard.  It was so dormant the first time we played.  I thought perhaps it wouldn't clone itself onto you."
  	Richard stood, looking around.  His breath had become shallow.  He was starting to panic.  "What am I going..."
  	Vikki stood and tried to calm him,"  It's okay, love.  You'll get used to it.  Please try and relax."  She was starting to fear his reaction.  He was so large compared to her.  She trembled as she tried to think of the right thing to say.
  	" Relax?"  he snapped, almost yelling.  She stepped away from him.  He crossed the room towards the table and paused, trying to think.  Vikki remained near the bath, anxious about what he might do.  He started to pace.  His tail twitching feverishly behind him.  The panther wondered if this was planned all along now - if Vikki, or possibly even Wulfae wanted him to be rubberclad.  He might not have minded if he were asked, but to have this imposed upon him was infuriating.  He turned to Vikki, ready to let loose something accusing and hurtful.  He saw the vixen, her ears turned down, trembling in anticipation, but also with a look of compassion.  It suddenly occurred to him how intimidating he must seem to such a petite fur.  He hated his own temper.  It had become a science and art over the years to contain his anger and find a calmer solution.  He closed his eyes and took a breath.  He visualized his anger being forced out with the exhalation.  He pulled a chair from the table, a small throne  carved from the huge burl of some immense tree.  He sat with another heavy exhalation and folded his arms, a hand on his chin as he considered the situation with a clearer mind.
  	There was a period of tense silence.  Vikki crossed the room cautiously, resting a nervous paw on the panther's shoulder.  He placed one of his paws on hers.  "I must apologize, Vikki," he said, shattering the tension, "I regret that you had to see that side of me."
  	"It's alright, Richard.  You had no idea this would happen.  I really wasn't expecting it to, myself."  She squeezed his shoulder.  "If  you want to leave the chamber, I will understand.  The door will open for you... just not for me."
  	"What will Wulfae do when she hears of this?"
  	"I..." She stammered, "I don't know."
  	Vikki started to walk away, but Richard tightened his grip on her paw and she stopped.  "I'm not going anywhere, dear."  A mischievous smile formed on his maw, obviously trying to salvage the experience.  "I got a day and a night with you, and I am taking it... and all its consequences."
  Vikki started, "Look Richard, your sweet, but really, if you are upset, you don't have-"
  Richard jumped to his feet and spun, looking down on her with his grin. "Don't make excuses for me, love slave! And stop wasting my time!"  He looked up in brief thought, then down to her again, "... our time!" She tilted her head slightly, trying to figure him out.  She smiled, happy that he was so determined to make the best of this experience.
  	"What do you wish to do then... master?" she asked, getting back into the mood.
  	"Well, the latex looks a bit awkward as is... perhaps we should finish what was started." He remarked, raising an eyebrow.
  	Her mind now filled with the vision of Richard in latex excited her, and her smile widened.  "If that is your wish, it can be arranged," she murred.  "Should we eat first, perhaps drink?  It will ease the process if we replenish our fluids."
  	Richard took her hand and led her to another chair, pulling it out and seating her like the consummate gentleman.  She giggled slightly, giddy with delight at the chivalrous gesture.  He returned to his seat and began eyeing the feast, which looked just as fresh as it did when he first entered the room.    At this point, both were a little less cordial, as they both realized it had been quite a while since either of them last ate.  They voraciously devoured various foods, each item bearing an amazing amount of flavor.  Richard grabbed one of the carafes of wine and poured them both healthy glasses of the red libation.  They both drank heartily, then moved on to more food.  It did not take long before they were both full.  They sat happily, sipping water as they looked at each other.  The panther looked over to the bed, then looked to the vixen jerking his head towards it in a directive gesture.  She dabbed a cloth napkin across her lips and stood, as did he.  They moved to the bed, their hands meeting as they walked over.  They both proceeded to recline on the bed, their bodies sliding upon the deep red satin.  Richard tossed some of the pillows to the side to make more room, and they both laid there, sighing simultaneously.  They spent some time kissing and caressing, mostly relaxing as they both digested.  After a while they both drifted off again.
  	The panther was in a deep sleep this time when he felt pleasure pulling him away from the dreamscape.  His eyes rolled open, and he recognized the feeling instantly as Vikki's wonderful mouth on him again.  He looked down to see her head of shimmering silver hair waving over him, obscuring her face as she sucked on him.  He let out a moan as he stiffened inside he warm, wet jaws.  The waves of pleasure were increased now, probably by the magical latex that coated his member.  He remained relaxed, letting the feelings wash over him.  He felt his nipples being lightly pinched, and he looked at them.  Vikki's hands were still at his groin, massaging his package and gripping the base of his shaft.  There were latex blotches across his chest, and it seemed to undulate on his nipples as it spread outward.  It was still unsettling to watch the material growing and moving, but the consequent sensations were too great to resist.  He continued to lay and enjoy himself.  She took him in to the hilt a few times, listening to him moan as her mouth and the latex worked together to bring him to ecstasy yet again.  Another climax erupted, and this time she withdrew.  She watched his fluid escape into the air.  It was not the usual pearlescent white, but a shiny black geyser.  She giggled as it fell back onto his abdomen.  He bucked a couple of times pumping more of the liquid rubber from within.  It spilled over onto him.  The latex splatters moved quickly, spreading until it connected with other patches.  The latex now covered most of his abdomen and chest.  His entire crotch and buttocks were sealed in the substance, as well as his thighs.  The edges were spreading onto his knees.
  	Vikki crawled over him and threw a leg over, lowering her already wet mound onto his rod, being kept erect by the insidious movements of the latex.  The vixen mounted him, sitting upright.  "This should be the most efficient way, of course."  She was practically dripping as she slid onto his member with ease.  She began to rock her hips while lightly bouncing on his pelvis, her muscles grabbing him again with an overwhelming tightness.  His eyes rolled back into his head, her movements a refined mechanism much like his pounding thrusts.   She moaned loudly as she moved, a low churr in her throat as she felt another climax building.  The latex flowed from her again.  He felt the suit moving all over him as it continued to grow.  The fact that he was on his back didn't seem to slow it down as he felt it move across his shoulder blades.  He held up an arm and watched the ebony tide spiral up, covering his beige fur.  It reached his wrist and seemed to assimilate the leather of his cuff, yet leaving the metal ring above the shiny blackness.
  	Vikki wailed as the orgasm hit her and she stopped her gyrations and quivered.  She panted with a faint grunt in her breath as she grinned at him through her cascading locks.  His legs were now completely covered, the rings of his ankle cuffs poking through the rubber.  Both of his arms were mostly coated.  He quickly began to enjoy the sensation of the snug, warm second skin.  He grabbed her sides and rolled in a smooth, surprising move.  He was now over her, with the vixen now on her back.  He looked down with an adventurous smile as he took hold of his own member.  It was slick with the fresh latex.  He positioned the head at the ridge of her tailhole.  She did not move, keeping her legs up in a receptive pose.  He slowly entered her, and she concentrated on keeping her muscles relaxed as his girth stretched her tight rim.  He stopped as the corona sank into her.  Her breath caught in her throat as he moved in and out in very slight strokes.  She moaned in a constant, sonorous note as he continued, pushing in deeper every few thrusts  she reached out for him and clawed lightly at his chest, her moaning intensified.  He was now almost in, up to the base. "MMMMmmmmore...," she begged.  "Give it all to me!"
  	He thrust in fully now, his pelvis grinding into her rear as he pushed all the way in.  She gasped and arched, biting her lip as she screamed.  Her suit had filled her vagina, simulating a second intruder, and it moved inside her.  A smaller climax rolled over her, and her muscles tightened on his member as his rhythm increased in speed and power.  He snarled again, the suit spurring his wild nature, and he began pounding into her tight tailhole.  They both screamed loudly as his motion reached that mechanical, quick pace once again.  She screamed roughly as the penetrations drove her insane.  They were a firestorm of lust as they fucked with wild abandon, and the latex continued to escape her and make its way over him.  
  	The panther gave a final, extended thrust, and her insides were filled with his latex ejaculation as he roared in primal ecstasy.  He pulled away from her, his member still gushing wads of his augmented spunk.  The black fluid had coated his entire body, save for his head, though it wasn't far off as the substance crept up his neck.  He was apprehensive at having it approach his face.  He climbed off the bed and looked around the room, wondering if there was a mirror.
The panther saw a standing mirror on one of the walls by the table.  He walked over and stood before it.  He quietly stared at the reflection, his eyes darting around what he could see of his form in the glass.  From his neck down was solid, abysmal black, shining in highlights on the details of his body.  He held up an arm and inspected the rubber... seamless and smooth, except for a ridge around his wrist.  His restraints were part of the suit, and  the D-rings shined in a stark contrast to its darkness.  He grinned slightly, admiring the accentuation of his muscles caused by the smooth substance.  He clenched his paw into a fist and flexed his arm.  He felt an interesting tension in the joints.  He opened his paw into a gnarled position, and extended his claws.  The latex let through the small white blades that nature had given him.  He sensed and interesting potential that this new suit might possess and glanced at his overall appearance again.  He liked what he saw.
  	Vikki had been watching him.  She found his posturing amusing, but could not deny how handsome he looked in the magilatex.  She sighed, glad that he was adapting to this change so quickly, though she wondered if he fully understood what life in the suit will be like.  She eyed him curiously as he flexed, brandishing his claws.  Somehow the suit looked different on him.  Obviously, the tight, encasing suit looked sensuous on his body, but as he flexed, the latex seemed to change.  It seemed less sexual... and more powerful.  Though it was still smooth and pliable, it was somehow more rigid.  After he relaxed, it looked no different than hers.
  	Richard looked at the vixen for her reaction.  She looked at him and smiled, her eyebrows jumped lightly with an eager approval.  She had seen very few males in the magilatex, and on him it was rather impressive.  "Woof!"  She said, simply.
  	Richard laughed.  "So I take it you like the suit."
  	"Oh yeah!," she replied, getting excited again.  
  	The panther sauntered over to her with a new confidence.  "So... what should we do now?"
  	The vixen turned and looked at the hourglass in the door. Only a quarter of the sand was left now.  He looked as well, and they both wondered where the time went..  The furs looked at each other, both at a loss for what to do next.  There was the obvious, but Vikki could tell that the panther was quite pleased.  She thought perhaps he might just like to relax more.  "We could take another bath... maybe catch a nap," she suggested.  He continued to stare at her, a soft smile on his face.  She was familiar with this gaze, and she became a bit concerned.  She turned and took a few casual steps toward the pool and said, " Richard, you understand what goes on in the dungeons... what I've done, and what I will continue to do once we exit this chamber..."
  	"Yes, Vikki."  He stepped toward her in the same manner.  " I am okay with it.  I will be engaging in similar behaviors, with other furs as well."
  	"So you're okay, right?," she said, staring at nothing.  " You're not getting... too-"
  	"Attached?  I'm doing my best to keep that in mind.  I'm just becoming a bit fond of you, Vikki."
  	"Yeah... I noticed.
  	The panther's eyes tightened to an analyzing glare, " And... you?, ".  The vixen stood for several quiet moments, her hands together, wringing anxiously.  Richard continued to watch her.  He tried to save the day again, speaking in a teasing tone," Hey, wait a minute.  Your wasting my time in this chamber again!".  She chuckled nervously, and looked at him.  Her blue eyes were captivating, being framed by her silver-and-white hair.  "The suit,"  he started, jumping to a more comfortable conversation, "You said it's alive?,"
  	The vixen paused, caught off-guard by the new train-of-thought,"  Y-yeah, more or less.  It tends to respond to your physical needs, ".  She approached him and touched his chest.  " It's almost sentient, aware of what kinds of stimulation you respond to.  It will concentrate on erogenous zones.  It can act on its own sometimes, though.  It may decide to tease you once in a while.  It feeds from the fluids you body produces, especially during sex.  So the latex has been known to, just, have its way with you if it really needs the nourishment."
  	"Wow," the panther remarked, looking down at himself.  "Is it always a full suit?  Can I change it?," he queried.
  	"It's possible.  It won't work for me because I've been cursed for it to always cover me.  Still, the curse was placed on me and not the suit so it shouldn't apply to you.  Just think about what you want, and it should work.  Personally,  I'm comfy with it as is," she said, smiling again.  Richard paused, a look of deep thought on his face.  The latex on his body took on an almost liquid consistency and it began to shift.  The substance melted away from his upper body, and began to thicken as it receded to his legs.  It solidified into its normal state again, now as a pair of pants similar to the leather ones he wore earlier, except these tapered seamlessly into a pair of stocky, round-toed boots.  The cuff still bulged at the ankles slightly, the D-ring still exposed.  An impressed grin grew on the panther's visage, and he strolled in a small circle.  The latex and hardened where it mimicked boots, so his steps made authoritative thumps as he strode.  He looked at Vikki and simply uttered, "Uh huh... this could work!"  Vikki chuckled, his mannerisms were so cute, so charming... the typical teddy bear wanting to be a tough guy.
  	Richard stopped his strutting in front of Vikki, and she could see a question on his face as his brow knitted.  He looked at his paw and flexed his muscles.  "I noticed something else...with the latex I feel... stronger somehow.  I feel, I don't know... more capable.  Does that make sense?"
  "I'm not really sure about that, perhaps it does that with males.  You also tend to get a bit primal in the heat of the moment..."  Richard smiled meekly, suddenly bashful from the comment.  "Maybe it taps into that side of you," she theorized.
  	He stood still again, concentrating.  The substance shifted across him again, once again becoming a full catsuit.  He twisted to notice that the coating left his tail free of its coverage.  The panther looked to the hourglass to observe once again the dwindling black sand.  " Probably not much time left, love."  He held out a rubberclad paw.  "One more time around the park?," he asked with a smile.
She took his hand and moved closer.  There was still a look of concern on her face.  " One more time... and then what?, she asked him.
  	"And then we remember what a great time we had, and hope our paths cross again.  I hope each time we do, it's as special as this was."
  	Vikki melted inside. 'this guy is good,' she thought.  They both climbed unto the large bed, kissing passionately.  Vikki lay on her back gazing into his blue eyes with her own bright sapphires.  He kissed her again, and then moved down on her neck, nipping lightly at her rubberized body.  She jumped slightly, her breath stopping in tiny gasps with each gentle bite. He moved lower and kissed on her breasts, massaging her with a paw as well.  She exhaled, a long happy moan coming from her lips.  He inched his way down, adjusting his position over her.  He kissed and nibbled on  her abdomen, then her stomach.  She put her hands on his head, grabbing at his hair.  The band holding it in a tight tail came loose, and his hair fell around him.  She grabbed handfuls of the dark brown locks, moving her fingers through it as he continued to descend along her form.
  	The panther kissed teasingly on her pelvis now, torturing her with an unspoken promise to go further.  She let out a breathy laugh, as his long hair tickled her when it traced along her stomach and her mound, despite the latex.  He hovered for a moment over her sex, his mouth ready to delve into her at any given moment.  Richard remained there, unsettlingly still, then exhaling onto her rubberized flesh.  His warm breath moved over her waiting mound, dancing lightly upon her clitoris.  She gasped and arched slightly, clutching a nearby pillow as the air touched her.  He hovered still, causing her to writhe as she yearned for him to touch her.  She grabbed his hair again and pulled a little, trying to move him closer. He did move in more, but still made no contact.  He grinned incredulously as he teased her.  Then he  ran his tongue firmly up along her rose.  She tightened the grip on his hair and bucked,  the contact arousing her intensely.  She held onto his head and moved her mound, forcing his maw into her rubberlined slit.  She had had enough teasing.  He complied with her apparent demand and licked with fervor, almost devouring her sex like a rare sought-after fruit.  Her black lubricant flowed again.  He felt it sticking to the fur of his face as he continued to lick her voraciously.  In the back of his mind he wondered how far the latex would go if it covered his head, but his libido drove him on, running his broad rough tongue over her most sensitive regions.  Vikki locked her legs around his neck, insuring that he couldn't pull away.  She grunted as he continued to lap upon her.  She rocked her hips rhythmically into each lash of his tongue.  Another climax brewed, a rather intense one.  She could feel this one building in every part of her.  The latex did its part, working its magic on her nipples, even playing in her tailhole.  The rough growl returned in her throat as she panted through gritted teeth.  His movements were relentless, dancing and pushing in those perfect spots.  Every inch of her quaked as she neared orgasm.  She squealed as her suit supplemented the stimulation with a rippling movement within her, massaging her g-spot.  The lightning of pleasure struck, and moved quickly though her body.  She bucked wildly into Richard's maw as she came.  His mouth filled with her enchanted fluid, though it did not seem to phase him.  She yelled loudly, the passion of the moment reverberating though the chamber.  She collapsed, panting deeply.
  	Her head was a blur, she opened her eyes to see spectral light dancing upon her retinas.  She exhaled a loud moan of relief and continued to pant.  Her daze was broken as she felt more shockwaves of pleasure from below.  She quickly realized that he was still licking upon her.  She was super-sensitive now, and each touch caused her to convulse.  It was too much.  She  pushed at him, but he resisted.  He continued to lick upon her clit, firing jolts of overstimulation through.  She pleaded, "Stop, please...too...too much."  He continued, and she squealed, thrashing her head about as the teasing commenced.  She was almost angry, and she looked up through her wild hair and shouted through clenched jaws, "Stop it!"
  	Without warning, the liquid that was in Richard's mouth swirled, pulling his tongue back into his maw.  The rubber swelled, filling his jaws.  He sat up instantly, confused at what just happened.  The latex that collected on his face moved over his maw wrapping tightly around his entire mouth.  The substance had effectively gagged and muzzled him.  It moved over his nose and began forming over the rest of his head.  Some of the material connected seamlessly with the neckline.  Richard clawed at his face, panicked by the assault.  Vikki watched, puzzled.  She had never seen someone else's suit react to her commands before.  She then realized that Richard was making a great deal of noise through his new gag, but wasn't breathing.  She sat up and grabbed his shoulders.  She yelled,  " Richard!  It's okay! You can breathe! Try to inhale!"
  	He shook for a moment, paralyzed as he tried to overcome the fear of being smothered.  His noises stopped, and after a moment of hesitation, The panther inhaled.  Air rushed into his hurting lungs.  He remained still for a couple of deep breaths, amazed that air could pass through perfectly sealed latex.  He calmed down, but continued to paw at his coated face.  He could feel it continue to move and he looked at Vikki.  She noticed the continued growth and advised, "Uh, you might want to close your eyes."  As he did, the latex enveloped his face completely, setting into a slick, shiny hood that covered his head.  It had even filled his ears, muffling out a great deal of sound. His hair was fashioned into a ponytail somehow, sticking out of the back of the hood.
  	The panther stood, wobbling as he reached out blindly with his hands.  He was calm now, yet still trembling, unsure of what would happen next.  The vixen rose and approached him, marveling at the creation that stemmed from her own word.  She grinned at the potential this could have, and began to wonder what else she could command his suit to do.  She developed an evil thought and placed her paws gently on his sides.  She could hear him somewhat through his gag, though it was little more than futile whimpers at this point.  She guided him carefully to turn around.  His back was to the bed now.  She let out an amused chuckle, then shoved him. He stumbled back into a sitting position on the bed.  She pushed him again encouraging him to lay back on the mattress.  He did so , and she pushed the rest of the pillows and cushions off of the bed.  She stepped back and looked at him, thinking further.  She giggled at his smooth black form, his coated member still pointing skyward.
  	Richard lay on the bed, his breathing the only sound he could hear.  He was nervous, as he had never been wrapped so completely in rubber before.  Every inch of his body was alive with a new sensitivity.  He remained still, awaiting Vikki's guidance.  He wondered what she was up to.  He felt her hands on his left arm, positioning his arm in a straight line along his side.  The panther could feel the latex on that side move.  He tried to move the arm, but found it was completely sealed into the rest of the suit.  It seemed to be enveloping him completely.  Vikki lunged over him, giggling at the results.  She still wasn't sure if the suit was following her whims or its own, but it was fun watching Richard become mummified by his new second skin.  The vixen grabbed his other arm and brought it close to his side.  The substance repeated its behavior.  Richard's legs were already together, and the latex moved over them.
After a few unsettling moments of feeling the latex creep across him,  Richard was cocooned completely into a seamless, shiny black shape.  His rod stood out from the slick rubber cocoon, also coated in the erotic material.  It throbbed slightly, being lightly teased by the suit's subtle movements.  Inside, the panther felt another panic attack starting, and tried to relax.  The vixen could  hear his breathing change.  It was erratic, with intervals of deeper breaths.  She watched him for a moment, in case there might be a problem.  Richard cleared his mind with the longer breaths.  He thought about his predicament, considering its merits.  The panther was in what could arguably be the ultimate in tight bondage, and he was at the mercy of a playful and attentive vixen.  There was no way to see the smile on his tightly secured face, but she could hear him enjoying the moment as a faint moan escaped the cocooned form.  He began to struggle and twist, but in a slow sensuous way, obviously exploring the restraint.  The panther flexed against its snug hold on him, relishing in the integrity of the substance,  and growing even more aroused as the sense of futility set in.  
  	Vikki murred as she watched him writhe.  She envied him in his skin-tight prison, wanting to feel its engulfing presence on every inch of her being.  She straddled the cocooned panther, carefully lowering her sex onto his member.  He slid easily into her snug canal.  She moaned, happy to be filled with him again.  She began her expert rhythms, squeezing his shaft as she rocked.  He made weak yet joyful sounds through the latex with her familiar rocking and he lessened his struggles to enjoy her attentions.  As she grinded into him, she could feel the latex growing again, this time on her hips and her rump.   The new growth had anchored itself to Richard, and was now integrating with her suit.  It also seemed to be helping... pushing and pulling on her to enhance the rhythm.  It also filled her tailhole again, mimicking Richard's member in size, moving in the same hard, steady thrusts he had before.  It was like having two of him making love to her, both with the same passion and power.  She was wailing now,  with screams of utter lust and sensation.  Richard could hear her despite the filling in his ears.  It was complete ecstasy being immobilized and ridden so vigorously.
  	The vixen neared yet another orgasm, and she growled with determination as she focused on it.  She placed her hands on his chest, reaching for his erect nipples which shown through the latex.  As she made contact, the material leapt at her hands, assimilating them to its smooth form.  Her paws were now seamlessly attached to Richard.  She was mildly alarmed, but continued to buck her hips as the climax approached.  She paused to shift her legs for leverage and made a startling discovery:  her thighs had also become attached to Richard's sides.   She wiggled her feet, only to feel them being pulled tightly to his legs.. they too were added to the form.  Vikki tried to look around, and felt a shove on her rear.  The latex was now forcing the motions of her hips to continue.  She tried to resist, to no avail.  The vixen continued her motions nervously,  wondering if she has lost control of the magilatex.  She hoped that if she complied, it might stop after they orgasmed.
  	The couple were now locked in a rhythmic storm of forced sex, and loving every minute.  Vikki's throes of passion were at her loudest and wildest as her hips were mechanically gyrating on Richard.  His member pulsated within her with each repeated thrust inward.  The latex twin still pounded her tailhole.  Her vision seemed to lighten into a white haze  as the intense stimulation overwhelmed her.  The climax shook her being, and she let out another loud scream, thrashing about as best she could, given her restraints.  A second scream escaped her, this time being more guttural as the rocking of her hips continued.  It was once again too much for her, and she wiggled and squealed in protest.   Richard was now at the edge of sanity as his passion sent him into a fury of bucking, pushing into her further as he exploded within her.  She felt him cum,  the hot fluid washing against her inner walls.  He breathed heavily through the rubber, a few unintelligible sounds getting lost in the gag.
  	The movement of the latex abated.  However, as the post-coital stupor faded, Vikki looked around to notice that the material still had them conjoined into a seamless form.  She tugged and twisted.  The substance gave no slack.  Now the vixen was starting to panic.  This had never happened before.  She tried again to pull away from Richard.  The panther could feel her struggling and sensed that something had gone wrong.  He began efforts of his own.  The vixen gritted her teeth in frustration as a look of fear dawned upon her muzzle.  "Let Go!" she yelled, hoping it might have the same effect as before.  The exclamation produced no results.  She wrestled with the form, trying to think of a solution.  Then she heard the clicking.  It was familiar to her.  She remembered, and looked to the door.
  	The hourglass had dropped its final grains of sand, and was turning in the opposite direction from before.  The door was unlocking, signifying the end of their time together.  With a louder metallic sound, the door swung slowly open, and Vikki sat frozen as she waited to see if someone was entering.  She knew it would be Rouge.  Vikki's mind raced, trying to think of a way to explain this to the Lady Wulfae.  She wondered how the Mistress might react.  Just then, a cloven hoof entered the room, touching down with an unnerving thump.  A sizable clawed hand clasped the edge of the door, and the head of a fox emerged.  She recognized the creature as it came into view. It was one of the fox-demons that the Lady had taken on in one of the further realms...  the realm where Vikki had met Richard.  It had a rather nasty grin on its face, a twisted smile with the taint of insanity at its edges.  It had a glint of sadistic intent in its eyes.  Two fox-tails waved behind it, further enhancing its unstable presence.  Vikki noticed a pendant of some sort hanging from its neck... a red gem that glowed like a burning ember.
  	The vixen attempted to speak, hoping to reason with the demon, when she suddenly found her mouth full.  She looked down to find  the latex alive again, moving quickly over her muzzle.  She felt the substance oozing up her neck.  She realized it was sealing her in the same way as it had sealed Richard.  She gave one last look back at the fox-demon.  She noticed the pendant again, this time the faint light flaring into brighter colors.  The latex flowed over her eyes as she closed them.  She whimpered as the hood took shape on her, smoothing and settling into its taut, unforgiving form.  Her hearing faded as the substance flooded her ears.  The last thing she heard was laughing, most likely from the demon.  She made one last internal plea to her suit, hoping it would let go.  Nothing happened for a moment.  Then she could feel Richard moving underneath her, in spurts of erratic convulsions.  He was obviously panicking.
  	Richard couldn't breathe anymore.  The rubber had suddenly thickened in his nostrils.  He began to struggle again, and not for fun this time.  He had many kinky tastes, but breath control wasn't exactly one of his favorites.  He angrily wondered what Vikki was up to, unaware of the exterior predicament at hand.  The vixen  wanted to cry.  She had no idea what was next.  Suddenly, the latex that filled her nostrils began to swell and solidify.  Immediately she knew why the panther was panicking, and began to struggle herself.  They could hear each other, just barely, as they both screamed in a mixture of fear and anger.  After several desperate moments of adrenaline pushing against hopelessness, their movements slowed.
  	Both furs had burning, starved lungs.  Their efforts dwindled, into weak, slow spasms.  Darkness slipped into their minds as consciousness dissipated.  The fox-demon chuckled as their unified form settled.  It played with the pendant between its fingers, grinning as though his fun had just begun.

End of Chapter 3