Aisha

This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters costumes, which are humanoid beings with animal characteristics.

“Aisha”

SHORT STORY

“It’s pinching my neck!”

“Just…hang on…lemme—”

“Ah! You made it tighter!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“Where did you even get this from!?”

Mark haphazardly attempted to finish zipping up the silicone and latex composite suit presently squeezing his girlfriend Janet’s body, and not gliding over her without complication like the wording on the package suggested.

“I bought it online, okay!” he bleated.

Janet rolled her eyes. “I know that! I mean what site?”

“I…”

Their argument was interrupted by the praaahpp of trapped air escaping from the neck of the suit as Mark forced the zip-lock higher. “Hold on,” he said, turning away from the rubber-enclosed figure of Janet and returned to the package: a shredded cardboard box, printed with instructions in many languages on the side currently facing them. Some of them Mark had never seen before — not even translation apps could help decipher their strange scrawlings. Ignoring the unknown paragraphs, he re-read the English text.

“It says,” he read aloud, stepping up to her back, “that there should be a toggle…somewhere here!” He prodded her upper back, where the bare flesh had yet to be consumed by the rising ‘V’ of the suit. He found a small nib he could tug on. Valve? Dial? He wasn’t sure what to call it, but whatever he did it relieved the pressure on Janet.

The short-haired brunette sighed as the suit relaxed, stretching to accommodate her body shape. She was no twig, but evidently the proportions of the ‘skin-suit’ had either been designed for someone much skinnier, or shrunk due to god-knows-what during shipping. Mark (heh!) her words, she would find out where he’d got this from! But in the moment, the relief of being able to move her arms and legs without a tight pain all over left her receptive to his plans. Finally, he pulled the zip to the base of her neck, completing its journey. He stepped back to review.

Mark turned over the busted box. The title read:

Sensual Goddess Skin-Suit: AISHA THE WOLFESS

Accompanying the name was a depiction of the costume — a proud, anthropomorphic she-wolf warrior, clutching a spear in one hand and creeping toward the viewer in a stalking pose.

He looked up at Janet as she turned around to face him.

Grey-toned with white highlights. Jagged edges on the colours to evoke the idea of fur. The suit clung to her, covering her body in a shiny plastic/rubber skin, smooth to the touch and with minimal friction when rubbing it. It was designed to resemble and anthropomorphic wolf — minus the fur, it wasn’t that kind of suit. As she moved in-place, Mark watched it flow with her — as natural as real skin. Suppose that’s why it was referred to as such by the packaging.

Janet’s head was free, the only part of her not clad in the costume. A cheeky smile weaved its way across her face, her annoyance at Mark dissipating.

“H-how do I look?”

Mark gulped. It seemed silly, but she really did pull it off.

The effect started at the feet, where Janet’s had been slipped into large wolf-paws — with puffy silicone pads and big toes, each with a hard plastic claw protruding from the end. Her heel stood raised, the stiffer material of the sole forcing her to put weight on the balls of her feet in the same manner as a high-heel. The seam between ankle and leg was imperceptible, a solid continuous sheen of moderately-dark grey travelled up her shin, lower leg, and knee; only above the knee did any sign of white colouration start to appear on the insides of her thigh. And what thighs! Thick, solid curves, his girlfriend’s but accentuated by padding within the suit. The met her hips and waist, her groin blocked from view by a pair of overlaid clawed hands, each with their own small rubber pads and pointed claws. We’ll get back to that part, don’t you worry!

Behind the guarded crotch, her ass swelled in the suit. It was nice and bouncy before, and now thanks to the suit it had grown a little larger. Atop her cheeks, jutting out from her coccyx, was a tail. It had a strange quality to its appearance: solid, but somehow squishy. Like an inflatable balloon. Given how tough it felt when they were taking it out of the packaging Mark knew it wasn’t likely to burst anytime soon.

His gaze followed her arms as they reached in front of her, holding close to her body. This had the side-effect of pressing her breasts together. Janet noticed his staring, and glanced down at her costumed body.

“It’s made me a lot bustier,” she remarked with a giggle.

Mark nodded, and resisted the urge to lick his lips. Janet gave him a twirl, still using her hands to keep some degree of modesty on her lower half. Her jiggling bosom hypnotised her boyfriend, drawing his attention away from the remaining instructions he held on a scrap of cardboard.

“I feel çapa escort sexy,” she said, “really sexy. You were right babe. I like this.”

Mark smiled and rubbed his face. “Erm…maybe wait and see how the head fits first? You might have jinxed it.”

Janet stomped with her padded paws and made a frown. “Grrr!”

Seeing that she was growing into the role, Mark fetched the headpiece from nearby. It was large enough to encompass Janet’s, and sculpted to resemble a stylised grey wolf. Tooth-filled snout, inky black nose, and upright-angled ears. Not to mention the eyes — those piercing…soulful eyes. Right now they were dark, empty, yet filled with potential. Mark was lost for moment staring into them. Janet had to snap her fingers and wave a hand in front of him to snap him out of it. “Hey!”

“Huh?”

“Hurry up babe, it’s already been an hour trying to get this thing to fit me! You want me in this, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, quit yapping. Here…”

Mark raised the headpiece and guided Janet through the open end. “Comfortable?” he asked.

“A little stuffy, but I’m good.”

“Okay, so I’m supposed to attach it like this.” He twisted it gently and moved his hand to the back of her neck, grabbing hold of the stretchy rubber collar and beginning the attachment process.

“Hold it there…”

“…wait…”

“…yup, almost. Then…”

“Sealed! Done.”

Mark stepped back to admire his handiwork. Janet cradled the wolf head for a second, then let her arms fall to her sides. The costume was complete. The skin-suit was ready for action.

He heard her speak, albeit muffled by the layers of latex. “Do I look good?”

“Jan,” he purred, “you look smoking!”

Janet put her hands on her hips and struck a pose. “Cool. It feels okay. The head is just like the rest. Actually pretty comfy now that…”

She stopped speaking. Mark got worried, and crept towards her.

“J-juh-Jan?”

“I’m here,” she said, alleviating his fears. “I can feel something…in the back of my…”

“OUCH!” she exclaimed, before doubling-over. Mark rushed forward and caught her, holding her steady as she recovered from the mysterious pain.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I dunno, it was like I was hit in the head.” Janet rose from his arms. “Sorry I scared you.”

“Maybe the suits still too tight?”

“Yeah prob—OH GOD!!!”

Janet shook. Her chest and belly undulated, like she was wheezing. Mark didn’t hear anything odd with her breathing, though, but it freaked him out all the same.

“The suit!” she stammered. “It’s closing…it’s getting tigher!”

“Holy shit!” Mark looked around helplessly as she was wracked with pain.

No sooner had she cried out she paused, and slowly stood straight. “Whoa,” was all Mark heard, but this time he noticed something odd about her voice — it sounded…deeper. Harsher.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…I…” Janet paused again, losing her train of thought. She raised her arms and examined her hands, flexing her fingers, pricking her padded palm with her claws. When she spoke again, the wolf-head’s mouth moved!

“I’m okay,” she said. “But there’s…something…I can feel…”

Mark reached out and took her hand. “Something weird.”

“No shit!” the wolf-head said, its lips stretching with each syllable, the maw of pointed plastic teeth glistening as if wet with saliva, and her throat…it was just like the real thing, a smooth a rubbery gullet, with no sign of an endpoint. Nothing but a passageway to the depths of the wolfess.

Her eyes — those on the wolf-head — shone with a faint electronic warmth, burning blood-red irises embracing expanding pupils. They way they moved, the way they tracked him like prey — there was no doubt she could see through them like they were her own.

Janet smiled, her lips drawing back and showing off her fangs. “I can feel everything. It’s like this is a part of me.” She placed a hand on her breast, feeling its heft…an unfamiliar cup size. “I should be freaking the fuck out, but…” she trailed off, returning to her observations on a different tangent: “my boobs feel huge, and real.”

As the shock wore off for both of them, Mark began to test the altered perception of Janet. Prodding her in a couple of places — shoulder, arm, belly — asking her what she felt. Her responses were uncanny. It was as if she had become the suit, merged with it into a single entity. Nothing he had read had prepared him for this! His jaw agape, Mark started like an idiot at her synthetic lupine form.

“Does it also — oh god!” Janet had since removed her hands from her crotch during the commotion, no longer shielding her privates (as stupid as that sounded when you were wearing something). To her surprise, she found that the puffy, bulging labia of a canine responded to her touch, causing her to flinch as pleasant sensations spread from her new nethers when massaged. “Oh my fucking god…haahh…”

Mark saw her touch herself. His expression topkapı escort seemed…confused. “How is that poss—”

“Ready to try out the suit?” she asked before he could finish another word.

“I—”

A snarl emerged from between gritted teeth as Janet grabbed his collar. A quick scrape of her claws left a nasty cut on Mark. She pulled him towards her, her intent clear.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You do?”

“Cut the chit-chat!” she growled, a ravenous quality to her voice. “You heard me…I need to fuck. This suit…this suit’s driving me insane! I can’t stop feeling horny!”

Breaking free of her grasp, Mark expressed his doubts on where things were headed. “Janet, babe, I think we need to check that something hasn’t gone horribly—”

“Rrraawwrrr!” The sound of a roar, blended with a bark, broke the tenuous truce the pair had on the situation. They were beyond the mundane, whatever this suit was it had done something bizarre to her, and he wanted to stop it before things got out of hand. Mark feared he was already past that point.

Fate smiled on him one last time, as Janet suddenly looked remorseful. Those soulful eyes that had captured Mark’s gaze imprisoned him, now more alive than ever. A sob breached Janet’s defences as the wolf-suited woman lowered her head.

“Fuck. You’re right. I can’t…this is crazy! Help me take this off.”

“Sure.” Mark moved around behind her and laid his hands on her upper back. A look of despair appeared, hidden front Janet until her new ears picked up on the pained sounds her made.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I…I can’t find the seam!”

“WHAT!?”

“It’s not there any more!” For emphasis, Mark slid his hands over her shoulders and down her spine. True to his word, the zipper that had previously given them trouble appeared to have melded into the skin-suit. His digits scrabbled and scraped, but a join to pry open was not to be.

Panic set in. Janet cursed under her breath and berated her boyfriend:

“How the fuck am I supposed to get out of this!?”

Mark scoured the available instructions for any hint. “It…it doesn’t say.”

“You…you DICK! This was your idea! Your weird-ass costume! This is YOUR FAULT!”

“…”

“Urgh! I want out…I need to…”

Her lips held themselves in a snarl, her wolfish body tensing as she sensed her body change. Janet moaned. Her bones cracked as the suit morphed her physique. She felt no distinction between rubber and skin, plastic and bone. As if her and the suit were one — the differences entirely erased.

Sizing up Mark like a piece of meat, she spoke in a harsh, deep voice: “no more games. The suit stays on.”

“Janet?”

She frowned. He wasn’t getting the message.

“What part of ‘I’m crazy horny’ don’t you understand, Mark?”

She squared off against him, eyes beaming with eerie red light. Then, she ripped and slashed Mark’s clothes. Tearing off his shirt and pants, Janet pushed him to the floor and pinned him — her new body, perfectly smooth, rubbing against Mark’s bare legs. She crawled along him, reaching his waist and straddling her boyfriend.

Now Mark noticed her pussy…well, the suit’s pussy…no…it was hers too…

Between the wolf-Janet’s thighs a dark black set of nether-lips protruded. Puffy, swollen. She drove a finger inside and let herself go — revelling in the pleasure. Yes, it went deep inside — functioning as the real thing. Mark watched her play with herself, inches from his boxers, noticing the dripping of natural lubricant — warm droplets, splashing and staining his underwear. He didn’t know how, but it was as real a pussy as any. And it belonged to a very hungry girlfriend.

Janet raised her hips, giving herself room to remove Mark’s boxers. One quick snarl was all it took to get him to slide them the rest of the way down, as she readied him by stroking his hard cock. Feeling his heat, his tension, his yearning — like her own — she pressed his tip against her synthetic pussy.

Mark lost all breath in his lungs as the tight entrance kissed his tip. The smooth, rubbery exterior was damp with her juices, the fluid coating the black lips and creating a reflective sheen. He groaned as she descended, forcing him inside. The tightness continued the whole way. Her vagina slowly opened up along its length, walls expanding, to accommodate him. His entry was accompanied by an embarrassing squeak as the friction between her latex and silicone body came up against his flesh. Even her wetness didn’t get rid of it completely.

“Ah!” Janet cried, at least two-thirds of the way down. Her body exploded with pleasure. New sensations emerged just as soon as old ones vanished. The raw feeling of his cock against her inner walls, stretching her…it was unbelievable. It was just like doing it bareback! With her human…NO! It’s real — every second of it. She’s the same Janet…same woman…just with some extra enhancements…thanks to Mark’s suit…

The fındıkzade escort suit!

Where on earth did he get it? And why does it feel so good to wear? Those were the questions swimming ‘midst the stormy sea of pleasure in Janet’s mind.

Wolf-Janet smirked, eyeing her lover. Watching him shut his eyes and gasp at the glorious constriction. She waited for a second or two before pushing down once more, sliding his whole length inside her with ease. Her body had begun to loosen, and give him space to enter comfortably. Her spongy paws curled as delight wracked her, toes nearly pricking foot-pads with their claws. Her jaws hung agape — a long, inhuman tongue lolling in her mouth. Glistening with saliva, and surrounded by a facsimile of pink-and-red flesh, it rolled around; flexible, functional. Her tongue stuck out, dripping spit as hot breath blasted Mark’s chest. She placed her hand-paws on his pecs and squeezed, threatening to draw blood if he so much as wiggled the wrong way.

“That’s it,” she whispered, “get as deep as you can.”

“Babe!” Mark exclaimed between hurried breaths. “You feel amazing!”

“That’s right,” the wolf-Janet cooed, “give me your all…” Her hips started to rise and fall. The squeak and scrunch of her and the suit combined turned into wanton encouragement — sweet music to echo their lovemaking. Her butt smacked down on her first bounce, drawing a guttural moan from Mark. Again, she lifted herself up, her buoyant tail wobbling and flexing as it clung to her lower back. Her breasts shook, like balloons yet with some real weight to them, inches from his face. The rubbery texture of her dark-coloured nipples was tasted by Mark as he leaned in to suckle.

“Yes that’s it. Fuck me. Keep the heat at bay.”

Their initial motions were gradual. Tentative. As both sought to discover how the suit worked when having sex. Neither thought to ask about the pressing issue of how to separate Janet and the wolf. They were hooked on each other.

Mark thrust up to meet Janet’s downward motion. Together, with bated breath and harrowed moan, they pleasured their partner. Janet accelerated. Her body slammed into Mark’s, mewling with the rich delights she wrought from his stiff length. Her large nipple popped free of his mouth from the wild jerking of her core.

Slap…slap…slap.

The sounds of their fucking filled the room. The feral moans of Janet, trapped in her skin-suit. The stifled cries of Mark, being ridden with a vengeance. Among the noises they made with their garbled speech centres, the onomatopoeic rhythm of latex meeting flesh.

Slap, slap, slap.

“Grragh!” Mark gasped for air as Janet bounced on his cock faster and faster.

Slap-slap-slap!

“Juh-Janet!”

“Harder! More!”

“J-ju-jah—”

Slap! SMACK!

One great heave of her body, then she collided with Mark at force. The wet, shivering sound of their contact echoed from room to room. Janet’s addled mind drove her onwards. Mark’s ignorant pleasure-seeking spurred him to react to whatever the synthetic she-wolf was doing with his full compliance. As she stopped bouncing, and he stopped thrusting, they enjoyed the pause — however brief. Until Mark felt renewed strength in her thighs as they compressed his hips, bracing for something on the horizon.

She was close. He didn’t need to anything to send her over the edge…

The thundering ecstasy consumed them both. Janet threw her head back and howled — piercing the vicious, sweaty commotion of their fucking with a raging, dominant cry. Janet quivered as her orgasm took hold — every fibre of her being surged with electric feeling. She felt Mark’s cock spurt inside her — painting her insides with his gooey seed.

Mark grunted and shot his load. Rope upon rope of cum fired from his dick and swamped his lover’s insides in sexual effluence. He held her hips and rode out his climax frantically thrusting, ramming home his agonising desire for her souped-up body. Human, rubber wolf — it didn’t fucking matter to him. The kink added to it, frankly.

The gyrating wolfess came to a stop as she devoured the orgasmic bliss running through her. Little by little, every scrap of pleasure was absorbed, and enjoyed. She glanced down at Mark. The life-essence of her conquest filled her, his ejaculation immortalised in the pained expression on his face — the conflicted grimace of one who had just emptied themselves into a goddess, never certain they’d visit such heights again.

Their breathing settled. Long, exasperated pants were long gone by the time they gathered the strength to move. Mark ran his hands across his girlfriend’s form, a pinch and squeeze prepared for every nook and cranny. Janet’s eyes glowed, their crimson light soaking him with the colour of lust.

“Oh God…Janet, babe…” he wheezed, “that was amazing!”

The seductive wolfess sitting on his cock flicked an ear and cocked her head. She growled lightly.

“Janet? Who is Janet?”

Mark spluttered and coughed. Not sure she heard him correctly.

“Huh!? I don’t understand…Janet. Yuh-you’re Janet, babe.”

She didn’t respond.

He watched the look of consternation on her muzzle develop, and worsen. A toothy snarl was her only answer to his bewilderment. “Babe?” he asked gently, stroking her side.

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