In Master's Honour: The Creation of Master's Wank

Entrance

He walks up to the door and reads the labels on the door phone, letting his index finger slowly trace down the edge of it, looking for the name of his friends... The music in his headphones pleasant and quiet, he hums along with it as his finger stops next to one of the buttons. "Rael and Trajan Bunny," he reads, continuing to himself "That'd be them". Reaching up with one hand to pull down the headphones, he presses the button, causing the door-phones speaker to emit a buzzing noise. He stands waiting a little while, looking around at the building, whistling to himself, thinking about how swanky the place looks.

The speaker springs to life with a rattle, bringing him back to the real world from his pondering, and a male voice says "Yes?". He turns back to the speaker, and speaks into the door-phone: "Heya there, it's Leinir, thought I'd drop in since i was in the neighbourhood anyway, that ok?" Almost as soon as he has said his name, the answerer begins speaking again, in a somewhat more elated tone of voice than his first answer: "Oooh, Leinir! Of course that's ok, come right up!".

As the buzzing sound from the door-lock being opened is heard, Leinir opens the door and begins walking up the stairs, noticing the sound of a door being opened and the echoing footsteps of someone storming down the carpeted steps of the staircase. As he reaches the first platform, he sees a dark form storming down the section stairs above him and then, seeing it almost as if in slow motion, the form pounces him.

He is pushed up against the wall by the pouncer, whom he now realises can only be one of the two he came to visit, though which the person was too fast to see. Slowly, however, Leinir begins to realise that it can really only be Trajan - since he is now receiving a thorough face-licking, something Rael is not as prone to doing, he thinks it can really only be the more puppyish of the two that pounced him. He then realises that he has sort of stood there more or less stunned, and he wraps his arms around Trajan's tee-shirted upper body and hugs him closely, and feels the gesture returned.

After a short while of simply standing there hugging each other, Trajan pulls back and smiles to his pounce-victim, letting him finally get a look at the person who assaulted him so sweetly. Leinir stands there for a few moments, a little stunned as he looks at the person standing in front of him... Wearing what seems like normal street clothes, a simple, white tee-shirt with the text caffeine on, and a pair of just as simple but dark trousers stands in front of him what he can only describe as a dog in human shape. From the tee-shirt's neck extends something not unlike a human head, but in stead of a man's normal face, the obvious drawings of a doberman are visible, as are the ears... He lets his gaze wander for a bit, and he sees that the drawings extend out over the man's arm, and over the feet, and more than this - the entire thing shines and glistens in the light, as if the entire surface was shiny rubber... and then Leinir notices that his mouth is hanging open, and he closes it as he returns his gaze up to the now grinning face.

"Wow, you're all... Puppyish!" he begins, and after giggling shortly continues with a smile: "I don't know how to describe it any other way really... What is that made of? Does it cover your whole body? It looks that way! How does it feel? Doesn't it get warm? Do you..." at which point Trajan stops the blabbering man by raising his hand up, showing the paw drawings inside it, and then putting a finger gently on Leinir's lips. "Ssh, relax, remember to breathe sweetie! Wouldn't want you running out of breath now", he says and winks. "Yes, it covers all of my body, from head to toe, it is made from rubber, and it feels SO yummy! Come, follow me up, i'll show you the way," he continues, turning around and showing the wagging tail that escapes his trousers in a place that suggests that it can only be attached to the human inside in one way. Leinir nods as he speaks and follows him silently, watching the shiny tail's rubbery bouncing as they walk up the stairs, and listening as Trajan continues: "It's so wonderful of you to drop by, Lenny! I'm sorry Rael isn't home right now, I'm sure she'd be as excited as I am about you visiting like this! Here we are," he says as he stops at the top on a platform one floor further up, and he picks into his pocket with his dark brown and tan hand, returning with a set of keys he use to open the door. He steps in and turns around, smiling to Leinir behind him, and waving for him to enter: "Come on in, sweetie!"

The Apartment

Leinir walks through the door and Trajan closes the door behind him and then moves quickly up in front of Leinir again, saying "Let me take your bag and your coat". Leinir giggles, saying "OK, Puppy...", and continues with a single eyebrow raised, obviously wondering, "Should I call you that?" as he removes his bag and coat and hands them to Trajan, who replies. winking and with a broad smile on his rubber-covered face "You can call me what you want to, cutie." The human puppy turns around to hang up the coat in his hand, and put down the bag underneath it, and the human stands and again finds himself watching the tail coming out the back of Trajan's trousers, wagging with each move, and suddenly feels very self-conscious of what he is wearing himself.

Standing there, he finds himself wearing almost exactly what the puppy is - only that his trousers are cargo pants, with elastic in the bottom of the legs, and the white tee-shirt is covered by a dark blue hoodie shirt with a picture of a wolf on the back, and the name of some computer software he likes on the front, and unlike the puppy... he is wearing nothing underneath it, whether it be rubber like the creature in front of him or otherwise, and right now, watching the human puppy's wagging tail, that is becoming a little awkward, since it is doing its magic on the area hidden by the trousers, and as there is nothing to keep the excitement tucked back, it is painfully obvious to anyone who would look down.

However, as Trajan turns back to him, he blushes hotly and quickly averts his eyes and looks around the hallway in which they stand, in a feeble attempt to disguise his obvious attraction. Thinking himself lucky that his friend notices this before looking down between his legs, something which really happens so rarely, his gaze is followed by Trajan's. As he looks around and sees the simple but pleasant decor, the puppy narrates the scene, saying "We thought that the entrance to our home should be simple. That's why we just put up those three mirrors like that at the end of the hall, and the small desk with the candles on under them to keep our keys and things in. Anyway, I was just about to make some tea when you called, and I would be such a bad host if I didn't offer you some." and continues with a wink: "Puppy knows how much you like your tea." "Ooh, yes please! Lead the way!" Leinir replies and puts his hands together in front of himself, somewhere between a clap and an Indian greeting, and Trajan turns around, towards one of the two doors leading out of the hallway: "Just follow me, the kitchen is right this way".

As he follows Trajan into the bright and cheerful kitchen, which is white and furnished in a decidedly modern and almost minimalist Scandinavian style, he sees a couple of large, beautiful pieces of calm, abstract and oddly animalistic artwork on the wall. He stops half way through the kitchen, looking back and forth between the intriguing pictures and the puppy, who has walked straight over to the kitchen counter, where he pours water into a kettle, puts it over and immediately picks out a heavy looking teapot and a box of tea and some teabags and begins to explain: "Thank you for showing me that website, by the way, this tokoname is just the thing for making a nice batch of Keemun Maofeng." While he puts the teapot on the gas cooker he continues with a giggle: "They say you have to make this with the teapot pre-heated, so," and letting the so trail out, he turns to look at Leinir with a smile, and sees him more or less just standing there, and walks over to him and gives him a hug, bringing him out of the trance the pictures have put him into.

"You like those?" he says, putting his rubber-covered arms around the human's waist, and Leinir nods, and returns the hug happily and warmly, finding that he very much enjoys the feeling of the puppy's rubber-covered cheek against his, and the puppy finds that he enjoys the feeling of the human's smooth skin against his rubber-covered cheek. "They were done by one of Rael and my friends, and they're actually of her and me," Trajan continues, and points to each in turn "That one is me, that one is Rael, and the one in the middle is both of us... on top of a building, hanging upside down in a flying four-poster bed." Seeing Leinir's confused expression, he continues with a short laugh "Yes, I know, abstract artwork is not always immediately obvious. But I think she has brought through pretty well that Rael is a bunny and that I am a puppy."

At this, Leinir nods again "Yes, I would say that she has..." and giggles as he continues "I couldn't quite get a grasp on why they seemed sort of animalistic, but... it makes sense now. Well done on her part there, absolutely! Oops, the kettle's boiling" he says and hops over to the kettle, and then stops and blushes lightly as he looks back at Trajan, standing there with a smile "Sorry, Trajan, I'm... sort of used to be the one doing this..." Trajan laughs softly and walks over to take the tokoname from the cooker, bringing the now warm teapot over next to the kettle, and then picks up the box of tea and opens it, and takes a few spoonfuls of the dark bits inside, putting them into the pot and before the kettle actually boils turns it off and pours the water over the leaves. "You don't use a tea-strainer, Traj?" Leinir asks, and Trajan replies "Naah, the tea works so nicely like this." and continues with a wink: "Just as long as you drink it before it's drawn for too long."

Trajan leans over Leinir and takes a tray leaning up against the side of the cupboard next to the counter, and puts the tokoname on it, along with some milk, two mugs and spoons and a bowl of sugar. He picks up the tray and gives Leinir a lick on his nose, something which brings him out of balance again, and Trajan turns around and walks out of the door, towards the door, speaking back over his shoulder "Come follow me, sweetie, let's go get comfy in the living room!". Leinir shakes his head and watches the puppy's tail wagging convincingly and, Leinir thinks, cutely, and then nods as he forces his gaze back to Trajan's face, replying "That sounds like a plan to me, Puppy!" as he begins following his host through the door.

Living Room

Entering the living room through the hallway, Leinir is again assaulted by the simple and beautiful decor. He watches Trajan pad over to the large sofa, where he puts down the tray on the glass-top coffee table and begins to prepare the mugs, putting in sugar to his own as he asks "You take it white and with three sugars, right? I think i remember you saying that when we chatted at some point." At this Leinir giggles, brought out of the trance induced by the puppy's wagging tail as he stands there bent over, and with the puppy knowing full well that his guest is watching and thoroughly enjoying the view, that guest replies "What? Oh, oh yes please."

Brought out of his trance, he looks around the room, taking in the sights of its simple layout. The sofa right at the middle of one wall, and right opposite that a large TV and a big arrangement of music equipment, CD player, DVD player, record player, tape player, and something Leinir recognises as a laser-disc, and he comments on this absentmindedly: "Wow... i've never actually seen one of those before, Traj...", and he looks on, seeing the surround sound speaker setup, completing the couple's beautifully extensive A/V setup.

Trajan looks up as he finishes pouring milk and sugar into the mugs, and smiles to Leinir, following his gaze to the stack as he begins: "What? Oh, the laser-disc!" He giggles as he sees this, and continues: "Yes, i know, they're not very common. It's a big shame, they really both sound and look beautiful. But it looks like DVDs are just easier for people to manage, so... no more laser-discs. Oh well, at least i got to be there when that happened." The human puppy stands up straight as he says this, always smiling and very genuinely happy that his friend has come to visit.

Feeling and enjoying that feeling of the rubber covering his entire body sliding around over his shaved skin, he walks over to give Leinir a hug and again nuzzle into the neck he knows is so sensitive, quite happy with the reaction the human presents him with, a surprised but no small amount of pleasurable gasp escaping him. Pulling out from the hug again and smiling to his guest, he says after a short moment, thinking that though he loves to take care of people himself, he knows Leinir does also: "The tea is done, I think. Would you be mother?" As he thought he would, his guest giggles and then nods, smiling as he walks over to the coffee table, picking up the tokoname and pouring the steaming, pleasantly scented liquid into the two prepared mugs, and as Leinir does this, Trajan slips over behind him as quietly as the rubber will let him, and as the tokoname returns to the tray, the puppy gives Leinir a warm hug from behind, again making his guest release a soft, surprised gasp, before letting him go again and slinking over to the sofa. He plops down on it, smiling to Leinir and giggling softly as he pats the sofa next to him, saying "Come, sweetie, join me."

Leinir giggles and nods again, saying "Sure thing, Puppy!", and then hopping over onto the sofa next to Trajan, and then reaching out to pick up the two mugs, handing one of them to the puppy next to him, who happily accepts it, giving Leinir a lick as he does so, this time prompting a soft blush on his friend, who bashfully lowers his head, cradling his mug and smiling, sitting like that for a moment, and then raises his head slowly as he speaks: "Awww... You are so cute, you know that? Your bunny is such a lucky girly-boy!"

At this the human puppy blushes under his second skin, and it is now his time to bashfully lower his head. As he does this, a decidedly puppy-like whining escaping him, startling Leinir, who had not imagined that such a sound could be produced by the human vocal cords... and here he sits beside someone who proves that it is indeed possible. He leans over and returns the favour of the lick gently, and for the first time tastes the oddly sweet, tangy flavour of the rubber covering the puppy's skin, and feeling the obvious warms of the blushing cheek underneath. Somewhat surprised at the oddness of the taste, Leinir tilts his head as he smiles to Trajan, as he, giggling, says: "Wow, i had never imagined it would taste like that! Speaking of which, Traj... How much of you uhm... how much does it cover?"

Surprised at this oddly forward question from the otherwise somewhat reluctant guy next to him, the puppy entirely forgets his bashfulness and looks up, smiling to his guest, a glint in his eyes... He takes a long sip of his tea, and as Leinir does the same, hoping he did not overstep his boundaries, the human puppy giggles and winks to him as he replies: "Well... How about I show you how much is covered?" Slightly startled by that response, Leinir chokes a little on the tea he is sipping and coughs, spilling a little tea. He quickly sets down the tea, before he spills any more, and looks over to his host, who looks and is quite pleased with the reaction his question provoked.

While Leinir splutters his confused, wordless, but quite positive response, Trajan stands up and quickly removes his tee and his trousers, revealing that this was all that he wore over his rubber. As air rushes over the rubber, the human puppy closes his eyes and breathes deeply, enjoying the feeling of again being unencumbered by clothes. After regaining his breath, Leinir watches as his host undresses, stripping down and standing in front of him in all his rubber puppy glory. He lets his gaze wander over the rubber-covered body, letting the rush of scent emanating from the puppy's body rush over him as he takes in the beautiful sight:

In front of him now stands a sight in shiny black and dark brown rubber - perfect drawings of a doberman stretching over his entire body, the areas before covered by clothes now revealing that they were indeed also covered; the two only things showing that there is actually a person inside being the puppy's mouth and the eyes shining brightly, and both showing the puppy's thorough happiness and feeling of pleasant relaxation in his friend's company. As his eyes wander down over the puppy's body, he notices a few distinct features, most obvious being the matching collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, but more interesting something that intrigues the human, and giggling he points to the puppy's crotch as he stands there, letting his guest take in the sight of his body fully.

"That's a really cute little pendant there, Puppy, a little heart!" Upon hearing this, Trajan looks down to his own crotch, where indeed a small heart hangs on the zipper that goes down through his crotch, holding together the two sides of a, compared to the rest of his shiny skin, loose area covering him up, and now it is his time to giggle, as he raises his head up again, smiling to his guest as he explains: "Oh, my lock? Yeah, Rael put that there before she left for work this morning, to keep her puppy all safe and his mind on his work - can't go around being all frisky when you got things to do around the house, now can I?" As he says this, he winks, returning to his seat next to Leinir, and as he takes another sip of his tea, his guest leans over to stroke gently down over the now revealed front, the puppy relishing in the feeling of the stroking hand, and the human taking in the odd but utterly pleasurable sensation of the perfectly smooth rubber under his hand.

Trajan sets down his mug and leans over to nuzzle the cheek of the stroking human, and Leinir smiles and with his eyes closed rubs his smoothly shaved cheek against the puppy's rubber-covered one, and without either realising it in a decidedly feline manner. Leaning in closer, both wrap their arms around each other and shuffle closer, cuddling closely for a moment, before Trajan pulls back gently and smiles contentedly to his guest, who does exactly the same back, and shortly after says "Mmm... That is so very, very huggable sweetie, and it's so strokeable... And it looks so good on you! Where in the world did you find something like that? It must have cost an absolute fortune! Love the tail too, and the head, those cute, perky ears are adorable, and..."

Giggling as he replies, Trajan again gives his guest a lick, this time on his nose, at which Leinir closes his eyes and covers his nose with both hands, giving a small eep - another unmistakably, but unnoticed, feline act. "Actually... I found something a while back... that is the source of both Rael and my squeaky things... Well, the newer things at any rate, this one was expensive yeah, we got it from really good friend... You're the first outside of her and I who know this - if this was known, we'd never hear the end of it..." the puppy says, and gets a distant look on his face as he trails off towards the end, as he thinks of the odd arrangement of what he is about to show his friend. He stands up and holds out his hand-paw to Leinir, smiling to him as he continues: "You'll see what I mean, come with me - it's through the bedroom."

Putting his hand slowly in the puppy's, who gently leads him towards the bedroom door, he at first a little confusedly says: "Oooh... k?" and then giggles as he shrugs, deciding without much thought that his host, his dear friend, would never do anything illegal, and as such it would be little problem, no bank robberies or anything nasty like that, and he stands up, following the rubber-covered human puppy through the living room towards the bedroom door, again somewhat mesmerised by the puppy's now more freely wagging tail, and it is now more visible that it is indeed attached as he suspected before that it is: "Lead the way, Puppy!"

Bedroom

In the bedroom, into which Leinir was lead by his host, could be seen some very simple furnishings. The walls were an almost cream white and a reclining chair was situated next to the bed, on the opposite side to where the dressing cabinet was found. Beside the dressing cabinet, on the same wall, was a wide, almost panoramic window, to which Leinir went. He stood there for a moment, looking out over something he had not quite expected to see in the middle of town.

Seeing his guest stand there with his mouth hanging open, the rubber-covered human puppy walked over to Leinir's side and stood there, his paw-like hands resting on the windowsill as he looked with the human out over the scenery outside the window. A wide expanse of forest, with a small lake in the centre. Turning to face his guest, Trajan spoke softly: "We were so lucky to find this place. It's not often you bind an apartment block which rears against a forest. Apart from waking up next to Rael, it's the perfect thing to see when you open your eyes in the morning..."

Sensing Trajan trailing off towards the end, Leinir turned to face his shiny host, a broad smile on his face as he reached out to gently stroke the smooth side of the human pup's face, saying "Aww... You really love her, don't you sweetie?" Blushing hotly against the hand on his cheek, Trajan nods slowly, the love shining from his eyes from the sheer memory of his princess, no words necessary to answer Leinir's question. Letting his hand slide down his host's cheek, and down his neck, finding a resting spot on his rubber-covered shoulder, made matte by the teeshirt that covered it until recently, Leinir looks around the room again, his eyes falling on some artwork hanging on the wall opposite the one against which the black four-poster bed is pushed.

A collage of artwork of what his mind only manages to decide is suggestive artwork can be seen on that wall: Cartoon characters, rabbits and dogs and a more or less random selection of other random creatures with mostly human features can be seen in a very wide range of situation of a very naughty nature; Bondage, sadism, masochism, size-emphasising, and even things that looked like one of the participants being the other person's dinner, or even the other person being... not quite a person but more of some sort of an alien plant like creature, with tentacles probing its seemingly very willing victim's body in any way possible... and even it would seem in some impossible ways too.

Following his gaze, Trajan smiles and steps up to embrace his guest from behind. As he wraps his smooth arms around Leinir's waist, he gently nuzzles into the side of his guest's neck, who proptly shivers and giggles slightly, saying "Eeh, puppy-squeaks, that tickles all nicely." Giggling now himself, Trajan replies as he moves around to Leinir's front: "That was the idea, sweetie", and then gives his guest a wink before continuing."Right. You wanted to know where we got our toys from? Well... follow me right this way, sweetie. And don't worry, there's no witches in there that I know of"

Confused at this last statement, he does not at first follow his host, who walks right over to the large two-door painted a shiny black standing beside the window and opens the doors, and leans into it, before turning around to face his guest, and with a giggle and a hand waving welcomingly tells him: "Come on, sweetie, it's all safe I promise!" and then proceeds to walk straight into the closet. Shrugging and smiling to himself, Leinir decides that well, if the cute, rubber-covered human puppy wants his guest in a closet with him, well then he is all for it. And so, though he still does not quite get it, he walks over to the closet and walks into it, expecting to find himself in a small, confined space with his sexy, rubber-covered host.

Behind the Closet Door

Failing to find both his hist, and indeed the back wall of the closet, he steps through the closet and out onto something with a rather odd feeling - hard and soft all at the same time. But it being dark, the human fails to guess what it is he is standing on, though he does notice a very strong tang, not unlike what a car shop smells like, where all the tyres are kept in the shop. That, however, he guesses what is. Though it is pitch black around him, he does realise that he must now be in a room containing some amount of rubber, but the utter lack of reverb in the room somehow makes it very difficult to judge the size of the space.

Deciding that his guest has suffered for long enough, Trajan reaches out an arm to where he can see Leinir's sillhouette against the light coming in through the closet from outside, and speaks softly as he closes his rubber-covered hand gently around the human's hand: "i'm going to turn on the lights now, sweetie, don't be startled."

As Leinir replies "Startled? What of?", Trajan flicks the light-switch, and bank after bank of tube lights, emitting a soft tone of light, turn on, illuminating an enormous, circular and domed hall. More than two hundred meters across, the hall has a wide walkway about three meters above the floor, going all the way around, and doors can be seen on the wall, with around a person's height of space between them. From each door, a staircase decends to the hall's actual floor level, the staircases following the came circle as the walkway, so that the entire hall seems to have a spiral-like wall on the opposite end. Looking down, Leinir can now see that the walkway, and indeed the wall also, are made from what seems to be rubber, with a nubby surface. The human recognises this from shower room matts, designed to avoid you slipping in the bath when you are wet, and he guesses that this must be something similar, though as to what wetness this would be a means to handle he does not guess at.

Looking into the enormous hall, Leinir sees a brightly lit circular space in the center of a many-spoked wheel, made up of row after row after row of tall shelves and racks. From what he can see from his vantage point raised above the floor they are filled with a staggering amount of clothes and implements of a more or less kinky nature, seemingly sorted by material. Right in front of where he stands he sees what can only be rubber, further round he can see both PVC and spandex and many, many other types of fabric. Some rows of shelves even seem to contain drums, of what he obviously cannot see since they are so far away, but he guesses from the other contents of the shelves that it must be either lubricant or maybe liquid latex, though of course he is not certain.

Seeing his guest's astonished look, his mouth hanging open unconsciously as he looks around, Trajan giggles to himself, and as Leinir's gaze falls upon the drums, he comments softly so as to not startle the human: "Those are just about anything liquid or gooey you could imagine. There's lube, silicone oil, liquid latex in all colours of the rainbow, and some new ones too I'm sure, glue, jelly... You name it, it's there." Shaking his head, bringing himself out of the almost trance, Leinir looks over to Trajan and speaks: "Wow, this place has everything! It really," and then stops in mid sentence as he looks behind him again, out into the sun-lit bedroom they just left, then turns back to his host with a confused frown on his face.

Motioning back to the door with a thumb over his shoulder, he asks the human puppy: "But... Didn't the bedroom open out onto an open grassland? There wasn't any big, round silo or anything... How's..." Letting his friend stand for a moment, the questioned puppy moves in to hug his guest closely and giggles as he speaks: "Aww, don't worry about that. I don't understand it myself, I just accept that that's how it is. You know, some of these doors open out onto really odd places that definitely aren't around where Rael and I live, or you I for that matter. One opens out directly onto some odd place where all sorts of funny critters run around, living pool toys, critters that seem to be made from solid rubber and well... All sorts of weird and wonderful creatures, that definitely don't belong on this Earth. I'm just grateful that one of the doors open into our bedroom closet. You see, this place is seemingly eternally well stocked - I haven't got a clue how it happens, but it does."

After having felt Leinir's arms wrap themselves around his body for a short while, Trajan pulls out of the embrace and smiles to his guest: "So... You wanted to know where we get our toys and clothes? Well..." he says, and turns around to face the big hall and spreads his arms for emphasis before continuing: "Here you are, sweetie!" Feeling Leinir step over beside him, he gently puts a rubber-covered arm around the human's cloth-covered shoulder as he puts his hands on the metal railing that runs around the walkway as he stands looking out over the large, circular and, even to a human's insensitive nose, deeply fragrant hall. Smiling on to his guest, Trajan asks: "Shall we go down and find you something to wear, sweetie?"

Picking himself up, Leinir turns around with his eyes wide open and an excited look on his face: "Can we find something that... would make me fit into the place you spoke of before? Something that would make me look like an animal?" Trajan stands before him, glimmering under the soft light, and he nods to his guest, and giggles as he replies: "Why, sure thing! We found a whole rack of some... interesting animal costumes down there when we were looking around after we first found the place, I have a feeling that you would be able to find something you'd like, sweetie. Come, I'll show you!" With that, Trajan turns around and heads down the stairs, and needing no more encouragement, Leinir follows right behind him.

In The Hall of the Master

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Trajan walks straight past a few of the rows, and Leinir follows his host, he notices some of the things hanging on them. Walking past the rows he sees racks of what he through a few years of interest in the kinkier side of playing has come to know as simple catsuits, then past racks of dresses of a very wide variety - both the simple mini-dresses, but also more elaborate dresses, with arms, without arms, high and low collars, wide and narrow skirts... The next row has both racks and shelves, containing what you might, bar the material, have found in any high-street shop: Tops and bottoms, cargo pants and sweatshirts and tee-shirts and hooded sweatshirts and other such clothes, what Leinir decides would be street wear.

Trajan takes a turn behind this row and walks in, and Leinir follows him. Doing so, he is assaulted by an odd mix of materials. He looks to Trajan, who has stopped a short way down the aisle, and asks him: "Fur? Rubber and fur?" Giggling softly at his guest's repeated confusion, he smiles and nods as he replies: "Yes, fur and rubber. If there's little enough fur, they mix pretty well. Anyway, this is what I was talking about, sweetie, there's loads of animal costumes here, all sorts of them! I mean, this didn't come from in here,", he said, motioning to his own body, "but i'm sure I saw something earlier that looked almost the same. So, flick through them and find something you like!"

At his host's beckoning, Leinir turns to face the rack of costumes, and steps forward to it. Starting from one end, he begins to slowly flick through them, pulling out one and then the other elaborate rubber animal costume. The first he pulls out a leopard, seemingly a simple cat-suit with an attached tail and ears, and in the colours of a tiger. The next he pulls out, after flicking through a number of different feline costumes of different species, is a more elaborate costume, a dragon, complete with a solid looking head, folded up wings, talons on both hand and feet, a thick, reptilian tail and ridges running down the back and out over the tail. Considering this for a moment, he decides that a dragon, cuddly and gentle as this one seems, is not exactly him, and so hangs it back up on the rack.

He then flicks through a number of further reptilian costumes, some dragons, some lizards, even a few frogs. The next rack contain birds, again more or less elaborate, some with a full plume of feathers, thick and rubbery, and some much more minimalist, being simply catsuits with wing-flaps, with appliques to show where feathers would be. Intrigued by them as he finds himself, he decides that also these are not for him, so he moves on again, and reaches the next rack, which contains a very wide variety of canine costumes. The first he pulls out he shows to Trajan with a smile. The human puppy walks over and runs a hand down the costume, giggling softly before speaking: "That's the suit I was talking about before! It's not exactly like mine, but it's really close. Go on, sweetie, I'm all bouncy to see what you're gonna pick out!"

Giggling as he returns the black and tan doberman suit to the rack, he moves on down the length of it, picking out a couple of costumes as he goes along: What seems like a blue and white mixed husky and wolf, complete with a thick mane, and another that looks to be an alsatian, but which has no eyes, and an enclosed muzzle. It has laces down the back, and both arms and legs seem designed to be strapped together, and to the suit's sides, with thick loops of rubber hanging everywhere. Thinking "Wow, that's a very naughty puppy suit right there" he returns it to the rack and flicks through a couple more of a similar nature, more or less elaborate than the first, and then reaches the end of the rack.

The very final costume on the rack, before the next rack, which seems to contain a wide assortment of brightly coloured water animals, fish and water mammals alike, catches the human's eye. Jet black, but somehow, though without the sheen of Trajan's slick and polished suit, glittering in the light, as if little points of glitter were embedded in the rubber, and with a thin layer of dark grey nylon fluff on the chest, up over the shoulders and, he sees as he turns it around, in two stripes down the back, in a V shape, meeting beside the tail, which points downwards and curls out slightly before reaching the floor. Two grey stripes run down either side of the tail, thinning out towards the tip of the tail, and disappearing just before reaching the tail-tip. Almost reptilian in shape, the tail itself is around the thickness of a can of drink where it reaches the suit, and around the thickness of two fingers at the rounded end.

Taking the suit's head in one hand and raising it up to see it properly, Leinir sees that it has two solid rubber ears, and a short muzzle, which seems canine, but is much too short to be so, almost feline. Between the ears he sees something that sparks his interest more - a tiny hole, seemingly designed for pulling a ponytail through, but very small and as such not designed for a full head of hair. Letting go of the hood, he puts his hand up on the top of his own head, feeling his top knot with two fingers. A thought runs through his mind, and Trajan, who has been watching his guest closely puts words to his thoughts: "Wow, it looks like that thing was made for you!"

Turning around, still holding the suit in his hands, Leinir looks at Trajan and nods, holding it up between them: "Yes, yes it really does doesn't it?" Trajan nods and raises a hand up to run a rubber-covered hand over the dark grey chest fluff, and then says, with a wink: "Do you want help putting it on, sweetie?" Giggling in response to this, and blushing softly, Leinir nods: "Yes, Traj, I would, it is after all the first time I'll be trying on anything made of rubber for real. I know we've talked about it online and stuff, but... This is the first time I've actually been able to... really try it out!" The human puppy takes a step forward as his guest speaks, and hugs him and the suit as he speaks, then nods: "Of course, sweetie, I know that. Right, did you notice the round place in the middle of the hall?", he asks, and as Leinir nods in response, Trajan continues: "There's things there to help you get into the costume, if you want to try it now." Leinir nods more insistently now, and says: "Oh puppy, I can't wait to try this out!" Upon hearing this, Trajan giggles again and steps back from the hug, and holds out a hand to hid friend, and says with a broad smile on his rubber-covered face: "Then let's go, sweetie! Your squeak-dom awaits!" One hand in Trajan's, and his costume in the other, Leinir follows the human puppy down past rack after rack of animal costumes and clothes of all sorts and in all colours and shapes and sizes, towards the cone of brighter light at the center of the hall.

Circle Hits the Squeak

Walking out from the relative darkness between the narrowing rows of racks and shelves, and into the brightly lit circular space in the middle of the hall, Trajan leads Leinir to the opposite side of the space, where stands a half-circular worktop, with a very wide range of implements for working in all sorts of materials, from rubber to leather to spandex to neoprene and even metal, and motions to an empty rack at the end of the table-top: "Hang your suit there for a moment, sweetie, we got to get you ready first."

Doing as his host asks, Leinir walks to the end of the table and hangs up his suit on the rack, and then giggles as he turns and walks back: "Get me ready? What do you mean, Traj?" Rummaging around the implements and buckets stacked high on the smooth, white surface of the table, he finds what he was looking for, and stands to face his guest: "Well, I know that you're all smooth and stuff, but still, rubber is so much easier to get into if you're a little slippery as well" He holds up a flask with something clear and viscous looking inside, and Leinir giggles again, and with a wink says: "Ooh... You know, I sort of like that whole slippery squishy thing", at which his host nods and giggles himself: "Yes, sweetie, I do know that; that's why I found this big flask. It's the same size we used to buy, before we found this place. A gallon ought to do nicely, don't you think?" Seeing his guest nodding and looking like a dog watching a barbecue, Trajan cannot help but laugh before he continues: "Right, let's get you out of those clothes and get you all ready to get into that costume, hmm?"

Realising now that he will have to stand in the nude with his friend, Leinir blushes softly. Naturalist as he is by nature, he has become almost used to wearing clothes around others. He begins to strip down, removing his trousers first, then his tee-shirt, and then his briefs, putting each of them on the table-top, he thus stands completely naked in front of the human puppy. Smiling at his friend's closely shaved nakedness, Trajan approaches Leinir with the large flask, which he opens. He then giggles and leans close to lick the naked human's mouth and nose, and then winks to him: "How do you want to do this? Spread it bit by bit, or pour it over you?"

Blushing a little at this, Leinir thinks about his liking for slippery and gooey things - something the contents of the flask seem to fit perfectly. He smiles to Trajan and nods: "Pour it over me, puppy" and immediately Trajan hears "pour", because of expecting it, he holds the flask over Leinir's shoulder and begins to pour the contents down over his friend's naked, smoothly shaved body. Pouring it out over his arms, and walking around him, pouring it over the back as well. As Leinir begins to spread the slippery stuff over his body, bending over to spread it over his legs, Trajan makes sure, with a rubber-covered paw, that it gets between his friend's buttocks as well, giggling as Leinir gives out a yelp of surprise upon feeling the digits probing his sensitive crack.

Standing back up as Trajan puts the half empty flask on the table, Leinir looks down on the floor and giggles: "It didn't all stay on me, puppy, that's quite a puddle!" Turning back and looking down at Leinir's feet, Trajan giggles with his guest: "Yes, yes it is! Now, just stay there, I'll just grab the suit for you." With that, Trajan walks over and unzips the suit's back zipper, taking it off the hanger. Draping it over one arm, he walks back to his friend, who stands naked and slippery in the puddle of slippery stuff, his eyes never leaving his host.

Trajan stands in front of his friend and opens up the suit for him to step into, the torso spread out and hanging down over the legs: "Right, step right into it, you're lubed up well enough that you should just slip right in." Nodding, Leinir puts a slick hand on his friends shoulder for leverage, and lifts one leg up, and steps into the suit's leg, which Trajan promptly pulls upwards. Letting go with one hand, still holding the suit with the other, the human puppy pulls at the suit, to make the foot go into the suit's foot, which is a simple sock, nothing more. He then smooths the leg up over his friend's leg, and then holds out the other leg to him, which he does with as the other. When Leinir's feet are both in the suit, he stands out of the puddle of lubricant, having taken a step forward - Trajan finds himself thinking that this step is almost metaphorical for his friend's first excursion into the pleasure of the wonderful material that already covers the human puppy from head to toe.

Standing up, Trajan pulls the suit up with him, the thick material slipping easily over the amply lubricated skin of his friend, and he pulls it up to his waist, pulling it up tightly. Leinir gives out a yelp of surprise, and then giggles, as the suit's shaped buttocks find their way over his own cheeks, the zippered crack nestling into his own. Giggling with his friend, Trajan picks up the front and holds out one of the suit's arms, bulging it up so the glove is easier to slip into: "Just stick your hand in, sweetie, I'll do like with the legs." Leinir nods and does so, pushing his slippery hand through the wrist-hole, which stretches around him, and stretches his fingers into the fingers of the suit's glove.

Wriggling his fingers as Trajan pulls at the arm, Leinir notices the tips of the suit's fingers: "I didn't notice that before..." Trajan looks up to his friend's face and tilts his head a little, and lets out a questioning "Hmm?" The wetly glimmering human holds up his gloved and, and points to it with the other: "Claws! The gloves have claws!" Trajan looks at the claws and giggles, moving one hand from the arm, to poke with his own gloved hand at the claw: "Aww, that's so cute! They're all rounded and blunt, don't worry, you won't be hurting anyone with those, sweetie." Giggling with his friend, Leinir does a mock feline stance, and says "Rar!", clawing at the air in front of him. Trajan laughs, and takes a hold of the suit's other arm, bulging that up as well, and as he holds it out for Leinir to put his still free hand into, he says: "You're such a scary kitty... It is a kitty, isn't it?"

Suddenly confused, Leinir looks at the hood, hanging floppily in front of him, zipper open and ready to accept his head when they get to that part. Thinking for a moment, as he pushes his hand through the wrist and his fingers into the glove's, he does not quite answer: "I... I don't know, puppy, I'm not sure what it actually is! It looks sort of... like some weird mix of a feline and a canine, at least the head does... But the tail? What's that? I mean, the stripes... That's like a skunk or a ??? or something, but... The shape? Reptile? Or, hey, wait a minute... A cat's tail is sort of long and the same size all the way, but most canine's tails are sort of this shape but... Much smaller... Wow, it's like, I don't know..."

Looking up at his friend's confused, but ecstatic face, Trajan giggles, a glint of deviousness in his eye: "CatDog?" After looking at the human puppy's face for a moment, Leinir laughs: "Yes, like CatDog, but sort of without the silliness, you know?" Pulling the suit's arms further up his friend's, adjusting the suit as he goes along, Trajan nods in agreement: "Yeah, and much more naughty too!" Watching his friend blushing at that comment, the human puppy giggles, as he puts his hands on Leinir's shoulders, pushing him gently to turn him around: "Turn around, sweetie, got to zip you up."

Nodding, Leinir turns around, facing away from the human puppy. He looks out towards the edge, and notices that his eyes have grown so accustomed to the light that he can see nothing past the edge of the light in the circle. The room around them could be empty space, it could be filled with people, and it could end right there. He is brought out of his pondering abruptly as Trajan pulls the edges of the suit together around his back, and starts to zip the short, but heavy zipper up his back: "This has got to be the first time I've seen a suit where the zipper starts so far up the back, it's almost half the way up!" Leinir, feeling the puller approaching his neck, moves up a hand to hold his loose hair away, and Trajan pulls the zipper the rest of the way, and the thick puller reaches the end of its track.

Trajan again moves for Leinir to turn around, and the now almost entirely rubber-covered human does so. His head now the only thing not covered in rubber, Leinir smiles to his host, who smiles back. He looks down over himself and runs his rubber-covered hands over his chest fluff, letting the blunt claws trace fine lines through the nylon fur. He looks up again and Trajan holds up his hands, taking the hood in his hands, and smiling back to his friend, spreads out the hole in the back of the head: "Lean your head back, sweetie, it's easier to get it on that way."

Leaning his head backwards, Trajan pulls the hood up and over his friend's head. Leinir takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, relishing in the surprisingly pleasant feeling of the rubber being pulled up and over his head. Unable to see anyway, because the eye holes aren't lined up properly yet, Leinir keeps his eyes closed, but he lets his breath out, and then suddenly feels two small lengths of tubing pushing up into his nostrils, causing him to buck forward and sneeze, again causing him to pull hard against his host's helping hands, pulling the hood right and firmly into place over his head.

Looking up again, he finally breathes the first breath through the suit's nose, and a heavy, rubbery scent invades his entire respiratory system, headier yet than the one already present in the room itself. Shivering wildly with surprised pleasure, Leinir opens his eyes and looks at Trajan, who stands in front of him, smiling, his hands still held towards his guest, but with a more worried attitude than helpful, in case his friend were to panic. Seeing that he in stead enjoys it, the human puppy giggles and moves in to hug his friend, who wraps his own rubber-covered arms around his host, and returns the hug with glee.

Pulling back from the hug, Trajan smiles and puts a hand on Leinir's shoulder again, and moves for him to turn around. Without words, Leinir does so, and he feels his friend playing around with his hair and the hood, which moves around against his face a little. He then feels a sharp pull, as Trajan pulls his friend's top knot through the tiny hole at the top of the hood, by way of a piece of string wrapped around the hair. Giving out a yelp, part in surprise, and part in pain from his hair being pulled like that, he puts both hands up on the top of his head, and flinches some also.

"That's good," Trajan says, giggling: "Just hold that out of the way while I do up the zipper, sweetie" Nodding, Leinir does so, and Trajan pulls the two edges of the hood together, tightening the rubber around his friend's head, and then pulls on the hood's zipper puller, closing it up, and finally meeting with the other zipper, forming a tight bond, worthy of any dry-suit. Reaching up to give his friend's clawed hand a gentle squeeze, Trajan walks back over to the front, and steps away a little, to look at the sparkling black smoothness that his friend now is.

Leinir holds up his hands in front of him and giggles, looking first at them, and then at Trajan: "Hmm... With claws, they're not really hands... But they're not really paws either! What should we call that? Hands... with claws..." Giggling as his friend does it, Trajan looks at the hands held out towards him, and replies: "Well, if they're not really either, but something of both, how about handpaws?"

His friend nods in agreement, and takes a step forwards, and then notices a large mirror at the other end of the half circular table. He walks over to it, curious as to how he actually looks now. As he stands there, Trajan walks over beside him, and gently places a hand on the stripe of fluffiness going over his friend's shoulder, and smiles at the confused but excited expression he sees on the rubber-covered Leinir's animalistic face.

"But... Is that me?" Leinir asks, pointing towards himself in the mirror: "That is... that is... Wow, Puppy-squeaks, I love it!" With that, Leinir turns and wraps his arms tightly around his friend, holds the surprised human puppy close. Trajan gathers his senses again, and wraps his own arms around his friend, and holds him just as closely. As they squeeze each other, Leinir feels the effect of the ample lubrication Trajan helped him with, as the rubber slips and slides around against his skin. His eyes closed, he moans with pleasure: "Ooh Puppy, that feels good. What was that stuff anyway?"

A confused look on his face, Trajan pulls back from the hug a little and looks at his friend's new, sparkling black face: "What stuff, sweetie?" Smiling at his friend's confusion, Leinir removes one arm from around his friend's waist and holds it up between them: "The stuff you poured over me, Puppy! That stuff is so yummy!" Laughing now, realising what his guest meant, Trajan removes his hands from around Leinir's waist and walks over to pick up the big flask. Returning, he holds it up for his friend to see the label. "Silicone Oil," Leinir reads, and asks confused: "What's that?"

Putting down the flask on the floor, Trajan giggles: "It's the same stuff that makes up most of those silicone based lubes you find in sex shops and stuff. Just lots cheaper, and way nicer too, I think. It's what makes me so shiny too! My suit isn't all sparkly like yours is, so it needs shining up to be all glimmering." Leinir nods and giggles: "Oooh... So it's not just slippery and gooey, it's shiny too! Doesn't it come off, though?"

At this, Trajan closes his eyes and nods solemnly: "Yes, it does rub off on clothes and furniture and stuff," he says, and continues with a wink: "It's horrible with vinyl floors, watch out with that." Leinir giggles again and nods as his friend speaks: "Aah, I did wonder why your body and legs were that much less shiny than your arms and your face." "You got it, sweetie," Trajan says, and then, as he sees the blissful glimmer in his friend's eyes, as he strokes the rubber now covering his body, asks: "You like that a lot, don't you?"

Looking up, almost brought out of a trance, Leinir nods profusely: "Oh yes, Puppy, I love it! Wish I could just stay in this for ever!" Giggling, Trajan replies to this unanswered question with a question of his own: "Well... Why not make sure you can do that, then?" A touch surprised at this, but not quite startled, Leinir smiles broadly. "You serious, Traj?" he asks, and continues bashfully with a nod, as he sees his friend smile and nod in acknowledgment: "Yes... Yes, Puppy, I think I really would like that."

"Well," Trajan begins, and moves in to again hug his friend, "You know that if you do that, you really will be stuck in it. You will, so to speak, be giving your life over to the rubber. You will become a slave to it, it will become your Master." Putting emphasis on the word, Trajan made certain that Master had a capital M. "Your life will exist in service of it, and by the way your body looks well... I'm going to say in the service of others also. You would be a slave to pleasure, really. You know," he then says, giggling softly: "From the sound of this, I'm starting to envy you that position!"

Wrapping his arms around his friend in return, holding him softly in his arms, and almost by reflex letting the blunt tips of his claws rake gently over the human puppy's back, Leinir nods as he hears his friend speak. A little scared by the prospect of the permanence of it, but very happy with the concept itself. As Trajan finishes, Leinir giggles with him: "You put it so well, puppy-squeaks, the way you describe it it's shangri-la! I totally agree with you, I'm going to say yes, let's do it."

In the Garden of Pleasure

Pulling back fro m the hug, Trajan nods and walks over to the table, where he picks up a tin and a small rubber spatula, then returns to Leinir, who follows his friends with his eyes all the way. Trajan holds up the tin, showing Leinir the label, which reads: "Rubber Cement - Use with care!" and smiles at the seemingly instinctive expression on Leinir's face, the head tilted slightly to one side, making him look decidedly like a confused canine.

The human puppy takes the tin in both hands, and begins to open it: "Rubber cement is what you use to glue rubber together with. If you've ever fixed a tyre, that's what that little tube actually is." The tin pops open with a soft sucking noise. "There we go! Now, turn around for me, face the mirror." Leinir does so, and Trajan steps over so he stands directly behind hid friend, and dips the spatula in the thick goo in the tin, and says: "Are you completely sure about this, sweetie? Once the cement is dry, the only way out of your suit is to cut it off."

Leinir nods, "Yes, Puppy, I am sure. I want to stay in this, I want to be all squeaky and slinky." His friend nods, and reaches up to his friend's neck, where he takes first one, and then the other zipper puller, and snap them off. Leinir realises that this suit must have been designed for making the wearer stuck inside it from the beginning, and the way it was seemingly there waiting for him to find it only makes the situation more strange. It is, he thinks, as if he was meant to be made into a rubber covered creature from the start!

In realising this, the soon to be no longer human finds the situation suddenly turning much more intimate and solemn. He decides that, as his friend leads him into this new life to be, he should pay some sort of tribute to this... this Master, this concept of pleasure that he is giving his life to. And so, he begins to speak what comes to his mind, an oath of sorts.

Trajan, standing behind his friend, applying the sticky cement to the zipper, working the goo into the zipper's teeth, and building it up to form a proper seal, making the already almost invisible zipper line disappear completely between the two flaps of rubber covering it, suddenly hears his his friend speak low and solemnly, with a deep respect, veneration even, shining through his words:

"I, Dan Leinir Turthra Jensen, present my life, as it is, to you, Master; You, who are Pleasure itself. All that I do from this day shall be in Your honour, and in respect of You. All that I am, my body and mind, given into service of You, and those whom You present me with. Your wishes are my wishes, Your word my command. Pleasure, You, shall be my guide henceforth, and it shall be my task in life to present others with You. A member of your pack, at the lowest level, a slave, an omega, to be used and commanded, in the service of Pleasure, with no wish but to present others with Your gift."

Reaching up to brush Leinir's hair away from the zipper going down the back of his head, Trajan works the cement into this last stretch of the zipper, and on the exact moment his friend speaks the last with, the human puppy puts the last touch to the seal, the bottom of which is already curdling. Putting down spatula and tin on the end of the table next to them, Trajan stands beside Leinir, a hand on his shoulder, beside the fluff going over it.

Leinir, whose eyes he had closed and whose head bowed while he spoke his spontaneous oath, looks up and into the mirror, where he sees not two humans in rubber suits, but somehow two creatures, not quite animal and not quite human, but somewhere in between. A dark brown and tan doberman puppy, one hand resting on his friend's shoulder, a critter that is part feline and part canine, and part... something else. Leinir turns to look at Trajan: "What species is this anyway, Traj? It's not a cat, and it's not a dog or a wolf or something, and with that stripe thing and stuff..."

"A... mix creature? Wolf, cat and skunk would be... biologically insane but this isn't biology so..." Hesitating a moment, pondering, the doberman puppy continues, smirking with a glint in his eye: "How about wank?" Leinir cannot help but laugh: "That's so silly, Puppy! I love it! Wank it is." Laughing with his friend, and giving him a hug, making sure not to touch the line of rubber cement running down the back, Trajan relishes in the wonderful scent and feeling of his friend's new second skin.

After a short while, they separate again and they stand, front to front, Trajan gently holding Leinir's handpaws in his own hands: "What you said before, when I was sealing you up... Were you serious? You sounded it a lot..." Nodding, and a sparkle in his eye, not unlike what Trajan had himself earlier, when Leinir spoke with him about his bunny, Leinir replies: "Yes, Puppy... Yes, I think I really was serious... I just want to help others, it's all I ever wanted to do, and now... Now I can do it in Master's name... My rear entry, my... tail hole shall we say...", he says, blushing under his new, second skin: "My mouth, or, I guess, muzzle now. My handpaws, and any other part of my body. And, of course, my mind, should anyone want that. Sexual pleasure, mental pleasure, or any other kind of pleasure. It's all I ever wanted, Traj!"

Trajan looks over his friend's body, and notices between his legs that there is a pouch, very much like his own, and giggles, looking up to his face again: "Well, how about making sure you're ready for it, then, sweetie? Just stand there for a moment..." With that, he kneels down and unceremoniously unzips the pouch, and sees that, indeed, inside is a hole, with his friend's not totally flacid penis sticking through already. He pushes two fingers through the hole and wriggles the ballsac through the hole as well.

As he does this, Leinir at first gives out a yelp of surprise, and then moans with no small amount of pleasure as his friend adjusts the wank's private parts. Private parts that thanks to his oath, he realises, are no longer particularly private. Feeling his bits released, and both feeling and hearing the zipper being pulled to close the pouch again, and then a funny, squishy feeling, Leinir looks down to see Trajan pouring a measure of silicone oil into the pouch.

Finishing up, and standing up again, Trajan giggles and smiles to his friend, who stands quite flustered and, he notices as he puts his hand on his friend's warm cheek, quite blushed: "Got to keep you well lubed, right? If you are to service people properly, you'll need to take care of that yourself, of course, so remember to carry some around with you. We've got some bottles you can take up in the cupboard in the living room."

As he says this, the human puppy remembers something and opens his eyes startled: "The living room! The tea, sweetie, it's getting cold!" Perking his new, solid rubber ears the only way he can, by raising his head, and with his prosthetic rubber muzzle wide open, Leinir has a startled look on his face: "By Master, you are right! I'll be right there, you run ahead, I'm going to grab something to wear that I spotted before."

Nodding and running off, Leinir following right behind him, Trajan runs down towards the still open door. Leinir stops at some shelves and picks up a long piece of thick rubber cord and what seems simply like a Y-shaped piece of marbled black and dark rubber, with the marble swirls going along the material. Trajan stops and looks at his friend curiously, not quite sure what the thing in his friend's handpaws is. Then, as Leinir puts the thing on, the puppy realises that it's a loincloth.

The belt above the tail, and the edge of the Y nestling up against the tail, and the two flaps going down the back, and the single piece hanging down the front, it somehow completes the costume. Leinir turns to his friend, who stands with a still confused look on his face. "It just sort of... Looked like it would work," Leinir says, and continues with a giggle: "It caught my eye when we were walking past here before."

Nodding now, the confused look having departed his face, Trajan giggles also: "That does indeed suit your new body very well, sweetie, puppy likes!" Leinir moves forward and gives his friend a big hug, and then takes him by the hand and begins to run towards the stairs again, running up them and through the closet, emerging into the bedroom, and moves towards the living room.

---

In the living room stands three mugs on the table, the tray the two friends brought in from the kitchen, and a steaming tokoname. Walking through the door from the hallway to the kitchen comes a young, shemale rabbit, covered from neck down with rubber, and beautifully made up, wearing a business dress set over her second skin, top, jacket and skirt, also made from rubber.

Realising from the abandoned mugs of tea on the table, and the open closet door in the bedroom, that her love, her puppy, must have guests, and a very close friend at that, because of the privacy of the contents of that closet, she decided that for once it would be her turn to make the tea.

She did not, however, expect to see what she saw coming through the bedroom door: Her puppy, as she left him that morning, without the clothes she had found discarded in the living room, holding hands with someone whom she was quite certain she had not seen before, but realised, startled, that the coat and bag in the hallway was Leinir's.

As the two rubber-covered critters stopped in their tracks, she quickly slinked across the floor, her arms open wide, and embraced the two: Her life partner puppy, and their dear friend, whom she now instinctively knew would be in part hers; As Master's princess, she knew it would be this new rubber creature's most sacred task to keep those about him pleased, and it would be hers to let him.

After feeling her puppy and her newest subject wrap their arms tightly around her and hold her close, she whispers to them, her head resting in the crack between their shoulders, held tightly together as she holds them: "Your tea is ready, my dearest toys."