Suender Ohne Zuegel

Suender ohne Zuegel

Freddy walked the hallways of the spaceship up and down, bored of the long journey to his new destination. After a strange incident involving a cat, a bottle of beer and a doorhandle, he was sold to someone out in the colonies to serve as a pet and babysitter for his new owner’s children. He came to a door to a small apartment which stood slightly ajar. He decided to explore it, and pushed the door gently open with his nose.

Freddy stepped inside the room. The owner was one of them beings that looked like they were made from liquid, free formable rubber. At least they could change their form at will, getting sometimes breathtaking results. They were found on some planet a good deal far away from Earth, and their society seemed fairly artificial. And, some suspected, they were as well.

Freddy was a mutant animal, one of those that popped up around earth after the release of a new brand of genetically altered wheat some hundred and twenty years ago. Human women started giving birth to strange hybrids of animal and man, as were a couple of animal races, too. Over the course of a couple generations those mutant animals spread all over the world, and even across the various colonies mankind held across the galaxy. As for Freddy, he was a maned wolf who walked on all fours, with a human-like intellect. He could even speak, although it rather sounded like a fox barking.

A small collection of toys littered the table and the shelf on the wall. The kitchen smelled empty; no one knew exactly what the rubbers, as they were dubbed, ate; they only seemed to breathe. The bed was also empty ecxept the bedsheet and a pile of cushions. Freddy suddenly realized someone standing behind him, and he turned his head. He saw the room owner, a tall feline being standing on long, neverending legs that ended in high-heeled, plateau-soled boots which appeared to be seamlessly attached to the rest of her sleek, metallic-golden body. She was clearly female, with breasts the size of Arkansas, or at least of fairly considerable. Her fingers ended in long pointy tips that looked sharp but, of course, were as soft as the rest of the body. Her face was clearly feline, even leonine, and featureless except for the nostrils, the mouth, the thin earshells and two horns on her forehead the size of a thumb and a glow that seemed to emanate where the eyes would be, if they were visible (how they perceived their surroundings was still unclear). Her tail was long and sleek, and ended in a triangle shape the size of a palm. Her overall look and stance gave her a devilish appearance.

“Now what do we have here?” she purred. Her voice sent shivers through Freddy’s body, and his mane stood on end.

“A humble animal, ma’am”, he answered, hoping his growling voice wouldn’t sound angry or stuff.

“Want to play?”

Freddy turned around and smiled, tongue hanging out. The rubber lady kneeled before him and started to stroke his fur with soft, but strong hands. He felt their warm touch and sniffed her hands and arms. She smelled the pleasant spicy odour of latex rubber. After a while he realized that her touch did more than just comfort; something soft was sticking to his fur, and he felt a strange liquid soaking it. A cool touch on his skin under the red fur sent another shiver up his spine. He looked after the hands and saw bright red liquid rubber that covered his flanks, and every stroke of the rubber lady covered more and more of his body. The hands went up and down his body, between his legs, under his belly, and finally he stood there, covered in red and white rubber from neck to the toes of his paws. The rubber tugged at his shoulders and legs and before he could think of trying to work against it his muscles and sinews loosened and he sank into the arms of the rubber lady, forelegs spread eagle, and hind legs straightened as if he were a two-legger. As if by accident his muzzle had also gotten stuck between her gorgeous breasts and he took the opportunity to lick the rubber flesh between them. She giggled; he had started to like the sound, and as he worked his tongue up and over her throat she purred and he felt the vibrations underneath his tongue. When he finally reached her lips they kissed. Her mouth was filled with leonine teeth, he could feel them on lips and tongue; but while pointy they seemed also soft as the rest of her lush body. After what seemed like an eternity she picked him up and laid him on the bed, belly up, with his legs dangling over the edge of the matress. The bed smelled as if it had seen a couple adventures and he wondered who else might have laid in there before him. And what had happened to him.

This thought got interrupted by the sensation of a tongue lapping up and down his sheath, which was also covered in white rubber now. Her hot breath blew over his crown jewels. An occasional lick would go towards his tailhole, and he squirmed from the sensations. He tried to hold back but his member came out of its hiding easily, and when it stood in full her golden tongue stroked up and down its length. He had been tongue-lapped by felines before, but her tongue was of a silken smoothness; wet, hot and caressing. He looked down his belly, and while discovering that he somehow had grown rubbery breasts of gorgeous size, he saw the forehead and tailtip of the rubber lioness moving between his legs.

Suddenly she straightened up a bit, and licked the drips of precum off his member’s tip before she buried his thing deep in her even hotter mouth. He yipped at the sensation and indulged in it; savouring the feel of the tongue running up and down the length of his member, the scratching of the rubbery teeth on the foot of his staff, her breath along his pelvis. She sucked gently on him and he slowly reached a climax. He tried to hold back, but in the end he had to release his load, shooting the salty liquid into the rubber lioness’ mouth. She sucked it in, her tongue licking him clean. She stood up and climbed onto the bed, her legs beside his hips. Her vagina hovered a moment above his still erect member, before she lowered herself onto him.

Moaning in pleasure, she began to rock up and down, forward and back on him. Her insides were a soft, tight cave for his staff. He savoured the sensations, as she obviously savoured his juices, because a driplet of it ran down her lips. Her hands stroked her ample breasts and ran down her belly and hips, and after some time, when the pace of her rocking had picked up, she bowed forward and started to massage Freddy’s belly. When her hands reached his rubber bosom, he squirmed from the sudden sensation her actions created. Never would he have thought that those things could be so sensuous. He pressed his forepaws against their sides as the rubber lioness ran her fingertips across his nipples he had been unaware of up until she touched them. She lowered her lustrous body onto his, pressing hands and breasts against him. Her purr vibrated through her body, further stimulating his own lust. Suddenly she sat up and threw her head back. While she growled her juices spurted out from the gap between her vaginal lips and his member. For a time she sat, breathing heavily, diving deep into the afterglow. Freddy dipped a paw into the small puddle she created onto his belly. A tiny lake was where two-leggers would have their belly-button. He tasted the liquid, and found the spicy aroma similar to her body smell. He licked his paw clean, and dipped it into the puddle again and again.

A sudden pressure at his tailhole made him stop. Something demanded entrance to his innards. Reluctant at first, he loosened the muscles when he saw the wicked smile on the rubber lioness’ face. He was curious as what this might be about and he saw both her hands resting on her legs. He felt an odd shape sliding into his tailhole, followed by some more, and wondered what it might be.

The being towering over him resumed her rocking, this time a little more vigorously. She seemed intent on making hin cum again inside her. He wondered this time, if he would sire a child with her; nobody had ever heard of such thing, which meant nothing at all, because it was never discussed...

He found himself unable to hold back, while he reached another climax, ready to fill her insides with hot maned-wolf juices, he felt something crawling its way up his innards and through his throat. While he came into her, spurting every drop he could spare into her hot womb, something soft yet unyielding forced its way up his throat, cutting off his breath during his climax, which seemed to only heighten it. Just when he thought he’d suffocate whatever, it was inside him let him breathe, and he greedily sucked in the cool spicy-smelling air. He felt a strange, triangle-shaped piece of rubber pressing his tongue dowm and filling his mouth. He suspected her tailtip, which has not be seen for a while... ‘Amazing what those beings could do with their bodies’, he thought.

She bent over again, and started to lick her way from his bellybutton towards his neck, leaving a trail of golden shimmering liquid. She lifted her head to kiss him, and he discovered she still had held back some of his juices, and he got to taste himself. He hadn’t done that since he had been an adolescent licking himself for pleasure. Her rubber teeth pressed against his, biting his tongue and the tail-tip, and tugged gently at both. Then she broke the kiss, swallowed, and bent over to bite him in the neck. The prickling sensation of her rubber teeth along with her purring sent waves of heat up his spine, and it didn’t take him long to reach another climax; his arms (forelegs?) pressed her against his rubber-covered body as he filled her womb with another shot of maned wolf. She swayed to the side and again her muscles and purring massaged his member, and a third shot went into her.

She collapsed onto him, and he panted exhausted around the tail that blocked his mouth. He could only puff through his nose. For a minute or so, she lay just onto him, her body radiating heat. Not uncomfortably, though. His rubber skin seemed as sensitive as anything, and he enjoyed the feel of her soft flawless rubber skin against his, which seemed equally flawless.

When se sat up, he was almost startled. She reached down and grabbed his forepaws. She pulled him up into a seated position, her hands grabbed his head and pressed his muzzle against her throat, right where her larynx would be. But Freddy could only feel the soft rubber flesh of hers.

“Bite me!” she growled, pressing harder. “Bite me, I say! You can’t kill me, bite me as hard as you can!”

Irritated, Freddy opened his jaws, and as the triangular teiltip retreated a bit, he sunk his teeth into her flesh and bit as hard as he could, taking an evil pleasure in this. Just when he thought he’d bite a chunk out of her throat, she released her pressure. Freddy opened his jaws. The rubber lioness held his shoulders, so he wouldn’t fall back onto the bed. He realized she had cum again while he had chewed on her throat; a small puddle of her juices soaked the bedsheets. With a pang of fear he saw the deep bitemarks his teeth had left on her heal up. After a minute, there were nothing but smooth flawless skin, as if the bite scene had never happened.

The rubber lioness purred, her hands caressing his neck and shoulders. Her pointy fingertips ran across his back. Her eyeless gaze laying upon him. It was more than just admiration. It seemed like... love? At least he hoped to. Carefully he stroked her flesh with his clumsy paws. For the first time in his life, he regretted being born a Feral, a four-legged intelligent animal. He longed to caress her in all her details.

After what seemed like an eternity, his knot had gone down finally. The rubber lioness sat up and climbed off the bed. Freddy noticed that her tail was still stuck inside him; meanwhile it had started to feel comfortable. He even came to like the occasional twitch of the tailtip. He wondered how long that tail of hers could stretch if needed.

“Stand up”, she ordered, and he struggled to do as bid. When he finally stood on uneasy legs, she said, “We are going to do something about that. I think you would like to walk upright. I will even give you hands, what say you?”

Of course, Freddy didn’t hear himself say “no”, especially since he could only nod with his mouth still blocked with rubber tail. And that he did. The rubber lioness smiled, showing golden rubber teeth, and stepped behind him. He dared not to look down to behold her actions, of fear of toppling over. But he could feel her massaging his legs, and slowly he felt his lower legs and feet changing. If he was right, then his feet and paws were shrinking down to resemble human’s feet and legs. Then his curiousity took over and he risked a glance down his legs. From the middle of his upper legs down, his legs were covered in shiny black rubber, and she was busy with his feet. Suddenly he felt lifted a good hand’s width, as a pair of high-heeled shoes materialized underneath his feet, complete with three fingers of plateau. They seemed fused seamlessly to the black rubber that covered his legs, and that blackness semed already part of his body. He always imagined such shoes and other contraptions two-leggers saw fit to wear nothing but hindrances, like wakling with wooden blocks undernath your feet. But those... he could feel the thin carpet that covered the floor, and felt no additional weight from them. As if they were nothing but extensions of his body. They probably are, he thought.

The rubber lioness stood up and stepped before him again. Taking his forepaws, she massaged them and the arms up to just above the elbow one after another. Freddy watched in awe as black rubber appeared on his skin and the fur of his paws, transforming them into hands with short, slightly knobby fingers. His dewclaws seemed to disappear only to come out again as thumbs on the newly acquired hands, forming hands with four fingers and a functional thumb. He wriggled them playfully and found then sensitive and surprisingly movable. Finally she stood before him, his new hands in her open palms. He reached up and ran his fingers carefully over her smooth, featureless face, feeling the thin membranes of her earshells, the smoothness over her invisible eyes, the nosebridge, nosetip, and her smooth lips. She opened her mouth a bit and let him touch her teeth and tongue, giggling as he tried to catch her tongue. She licked on his fingers. He moved forward, aiming to kiss her, and she obliged. After a long and passionate kiss they parted. She stepped aside and pressed a button on the wall. One panel of the wall turned from a pleasant landscape of some paradise world to a wall-high mirror. For the first time Freddy was able to see his new body as a whole: aside from gloves and boots he was covered in bright red and white rubber from the neck down,. And his tail was spared, too. The rest was all shininess, without flaws, or even wrinkles. He moved a little bit, and the rubber skin followed every movement without wrinkling. The rubber lioness stood beside him, smiling widely, an arm around his shoulder, admiring both reflections in the mirror.

Then she turned to him again. “I think you need to learn to move, especially with your new legs. Come on, I’ll lead you.” Again she stepped before him, and taking his hands, she led him forward, one pace a time; slowly, but steady, he felt more comfortable moving in this way. She picked up pace a bit, and he followed without much stimbling. “That’s it, relax, and don’t crampen your muscles. I am here to catch your fall. Don’t fear.” Her purring voice soothed his nervousness, and oddly enough, her tail up his tailhole added to it in a reassuring way. A few paces around the room, she stepped behind him, following his unaided walk around the room. Her tail had started to twitch in anticipation, he could feel it in his ass, and his mouth, where the tailtip had come out and twitched before his face. Somehow he felt silly that way, but still it felt comfortable, even actually good. And it tasted not of something awful, but the spicy aroma of rubber.

Finally she stopped his pacing, seemingly satisfied. She laid her chin on his shoulder and purred in his ear: “Hey, wanna get dressed up a little? French maid, for example? I think it would look great on you.” Freddy nodded. He heard a rustle aside him. He tried to turn his head to look, but the tail in his throat suddenly stiffed, and he could only try and catch something out of a corner of the eye. Something black-and-white was thrown around, and the rubber lioness ordered him to lift his arms. When he obliged, something black was thrown over his head and pulled in place. She stroked and pulled to bring a short french maid costume into place, made from black rubber, with a white rubber apron, and white lining on the puffed, short sleeves, the canyon-deep decolletée, and around the skirt. It contrasted nicely with the red and white of his rubber skin, and the gloves and boots showed much of his red between the sleeves and skirt.

“This is beautiful”, Freddy gasped. “I don’t want to ever take it off again!” He stopped, startled, because he didn’t notice that her tail had pulled back out of him. She leaned forward to purr in his ear again: “You will find that you can not take it off again anyway.”

“Oh? Okay, then. All the better. What now?”

The rubber lioness quickly left the room. He stared after her, indulging her smooth dancer-like movement. After a few seconds she returned, and stood behind him. She pressed a feather duster into his hand. “What about start cleaning up?”