Of Rebirth.
Ryuki sighed, leaning against the mailbox. He should really go back to work, but what if the mailfox came while he was inside? Then his package would sit in the mailbox for goddess knows how long. The hedgehogbat sighed in relief as the FedEx truck rolled to a stop, and the mailfox got out.
Folding his wings from their 10' full flare to nearly flat against his spiny back, Ryuki held out one handpaw for the mail.
He sighed, as he sorted through the mail while walking back up the path to his house. He lived in Los Angeles, near the edge where it was mostly suburban. His house was nice, not one of those cheap-looking stucco boxes one usually sees in suburban South California. His hedges were neatly trimmed, and there were well cared for rosebushes up the sides of the walk.
"Bills...Bills....Bills.... Why do I keep getting Bill's mail? I'm obviously not Bill, and there's a hell of a difference between 'Ryukimoraetano' and 'Bill'." He spoke with an accent, Spanish.
He sighed, putting the human's mail aside, to bring to him later. His package still hadn't come yet, so he sat down at the kitchen table and powered up his laptop.
It was laughable, an old Gateway Solo, with what Ryuki jokingly called Windows Cement on it. But Ryuki liked it; it had a floppy drive, so he could port whatever he was doing to his desktop, and then from there beam it to the internet or to his publisher.
He cracked his knuckles, pulled the black quills on the back of his head into a hair tie, and set to work. Several hours, one trip to Starbucks, and about ten cups of coffee found him deep into his latest novel.
He was aroused from his keyboard by the ringing of the doorbell. He sighed, getting up and walking towards the door.
He was a neat mixture of bat and hedgehog, with the body of the latter, and ears and wings of the former. His fur and quills were black, with streaks of white. He was below average height, only about 5'5", but he was well-built. He was shirtless, and his footpaws were bare. One could see muscles below his thick fur, an eight-pack. Eight perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles.
"I'm coming..."
He opened the door, surprised to see the mailfox again. "What? I already got my mail."
"Well... a package was processed for you, and I was on my way back here anyway. Here it is." The mailfox held out a glossy FedEx package, which Ryuki took from Him. "Oh boy... it's my package!"
The mailfox blushed in embarrassment, the inside of his ears coloring, and turned to walk away. He yipped in surprise as his tail was pulled, and held his hand out. "Sorry, can you take these to Bill? The human who lives across the street? Kay Thanks."
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The mailfox walked back to the FedEx truck, as Ryuki turned around and walked back into the kitchen. He pulled the small dagger-shaped letter opener out of it's sheath, slitting open the package. He shook it out, gasping softly to himself as a lime-green mass of latex fell onto the counter. "Wow... it's finally here..." The claims made by the male that had sent it to him were preposterous, but as a storyteller, Ryuki was good at imagining 'What If?'s.
He blew gently into a hole he had found, and was rewarded by the balloon marginally unfolding. He smiled to himself as it unstuck from itself, and blew some more. A muzzle was slowly expanding to press against his. The rest of the balloon vixen's body expanded and Ryuki sat down, a little light-headed. Instead of immediately falling over like it should have, it simply hung where he had left it. He looked in the envelope to see if anything else had come with it. A typed sheet of paper fell out. Ryuki lifted it, looking at it. It took him a moment to read the English words typed on the Page.
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[Hi! This is just a list of reminders and pointers I put together to help you enjoy your balloon vixen lover to the utmost.
Remember that this balloon is a living, sometimes-breathing, thinking and feeling creature. Treat her as such!
As far as food goes, your vixen is quite picky. Anything latex or rubbery will do as far as food, though I suspect that the bulk of her nourishment will come from your own semen or vaginal lubrication if you happen to be female. They feed on this stuff, using it to thicken their skins and, 'customize' themselves. Don't be alarmed if she changes her appearance drastically over the course of your relationship, she's just making her 'template' body fit her personality.
Popping. I know this might worry you, so pay attention. Yes, your vixen *can* pop, especially when you first receive her. Her skin is thin, and any extreme pressure may cause her to explode. Don't panic if this happens! She's all right! It will take a little while to 'pull herself together,' that's all. Keep all the pieces in one place, all touching if possible. When the balloon looks to be one piece again, re-inflate her. You'll find her none the worse for wear. She may even like being popped, you'll just have to find out...
4.I won't spoil the other surprises you may receive from associating with the exotic and gorgeous vixen-balloons. Just remember, they can do things you've never even dreamed of! If you have further questions, either ask your balloon or e-mail me. Good Luck!]
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Ryuki raised an eyebrow, thinking about what the page said. He looked over at the balloon, which was still standing where he had left it. He sighed, sipping at his coffee.
"Is loco.... This kinda stuff wouldn't even happen in my craziest stories..."
He took off his glasses, setting them on the table. He could have sworn he had seen her move a bit, but dismissed it as a draft. He got up to grab a 3 1/2" floppy disk, but the balloon bopped him on his battish snout with one pudgy paw. "The hell? I could've sworn it was a little... further away." He paused, stopping to look at her body closely, . On a non-balloon, it would have been the body of a supermodel. Equally fitted to be the body of a pornstar, Ryuki thought to himself as his eyes roved over her breasts. He noticed his pants tightening slightly around the pelvis as he spotted her unprotected vulva.
"Hey, Papi, like what you see?"
Ryuki's eyes snapped up, and he stared up at her face. Incredulous, he noticed one of her eyelids flutter shut in a wink. "Impossible. You're a balloon, you can't talk." He sat down in the kitchen chair, watching wide-eyed as she walked towards him, her legs squeaking where they touched and balloon tail flicking slowly behind her. It was cunningly crafted to appear fuzzy.
"Oh, I can do much more than talk." She smiled, pulling her nearly-transparent lime-green body up onto his lap. She was feather-light, but the mere presence of this voluptuous....balloon.... was exciting him. He hummed with pleasure as she savagely bit his shoulder. Good thing those teeth were made of balloon-rubber, or Ryuki'd be in some serious pain.
"Aie.... watch my spines...." He pushed her back, looking her in the Face. "I don't even know your name, pretty one."
"Well... I don't have one, exactly. You're supposed to give me one."
Ryuki frowned, thinking. "Then, I will name you.... Carlita."
She embraced him. "What's your name?" She asked softly.
"Ryukimoraetano Takianak."
She kissed him Gently. She had a weird taste, like latex, but she was warm. Her tongue was rubbery, yet possessed resiliency like it's owner was more than a balloon.
She moaned softly, her fat semi-transparent fingers going to his pants to undo his fly. She managed to unbutton and unzip his pants, and pull out his glistening manhood while still kissing him. She whimpered, pressing the thick tip of his phallus to the opening of her womanhood. "I need it..."
Ryuki smiled, and lifted her. "Not in the kitchen senorita." He walked with her to the bedroom, lying on his back. He didn't think she would be able to support him without popping. She jumped when put down, floating slowly down to sit on his upper thighs.
She moved forward a bit, whimpering as she took the head of his prick into her. "Ready?"
Ryuki gasped, nodding. He reached around, and grabbed two pawfuls of smooth latex buttock, and thrust. His twelve inches of tube steak sunk into her with a soft squeak, stretching her to a three-inch diameter. She closed her eyes, and whimpered a bit in pain, lying across his chest. His black quills had escaped their hair tie, and fanned out across the bed. Her inflatable breasts squished flat against him, and she shivered.
"Oh godssss.... it hurts sooo bad..... but I don't want it to stop....." Powerful internal ...muscles? were slowly milking his cock as she moved to slide the phallus in and out of her, female moisture running in little rivulets from her loins.
Ryuki gasped as she suddenly began bouncing up and down, feeding his twelve inches in and out of her quickly . "Ohh... it feels sooo good now.....now that my lovely little pussy has been stretched out by that monster you call a cock...."
She whimpered in pleasure, and Ryuki chittered, his voice almost beyond human hearing in pitch. She stopped moving, as she felt him begin to come, his hedgehogbat spunk splattering into her, and being almost immediately absorbed. They stayed like that for almost thirty seconds, Ryuki pumping seed into Carlita the entire time.
She collapsed forward, and kissed his throat, leftover and unabsorbed come pooling in her thighs. "I need to eat something, lover. Plastic, latex, or rubber...."
Ryuki opened his eyes, gasping. "I need my glasses first...." He got up, and stumbled into the kitchen, looking for his glasses. He found them, and pushed them onto his muzzle, balancing them. They were pince-nez, armless glasses that balanced on the nose. He grinned, getting a sudden idea. He fed her a box of condoms to hold her over till he could fulfill his idea, the latex pooling in a white goop before spreading over the inside of her body. "Hey Carlita... ever entertain the thought of cannibalism?"
She seemed just a mite less translucent. "No, but I watched one of my batchmates unbirth her mate, and that turned me on..."
He looked up at her, brows raised. "The whole, unbirthing.. business? Don't get any ideas, it probably won't work with me for a while. My spines'd probably cut you to little ribbons of balloon rubber... Anyway. back to the matter at paw. I'm going to go out, and I'm going to come back with a treat, something more substantial than latex. You can digest vinyl, right?"
"Probably."
He went out to the garage, getting into his car. His success as an author, coupled by the fact that he lived pretty simply, meant that he had quite a bit of money. As such, and because nobody drove them anymore, he had bought himself a DeLorean.
He started the car, backing out of the garage and driveway. He hit the freeway, driving into urban Los Angeles. He stopped outside an adult bookstore, the clerk jibing him for buying an inflatable sex toy.
"What's the point of you buying this, guy? You'll end up popping it."
Ryuki took a deep breath, entertaining the thought of screeching and causing a bleed in the prick's brain with the frequency of his voice. He shook his head, and went back outside to the car. Slamming the butterfly door, he started the old vehicle, and popped a cassette tape into the car stereo. Music began to blast from the speakers, Axel F by Crazy Frog. He liked it, he liked most music one could move one's body to.
He walked back in through the garage, where Carlita was waiting for him. "I hope you don't mind, I explored your home while you were out. What was your grand idea?"
"This." Ryuki slit open the box, shaking out the sex doll. He blew it up, and presented it to her. The vinyl 'skin' of it was thick, and it was modeled in the form of a human male. "Taa Daahhh!"
She squeaked with delight when she saw it. She lifted it, her mouth already stretching to accept the vinyl blow-up doll. She pulled it into her, little by little, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full. she stretched a little, as the doll was a bit bigger than her, but she didn't Mind. Ryuki raised an eyebrow as he watched it dissolve, through her skin, into a soupy mess that spread on the inside of her balloon skin. she doubled in size, as the air of the doll rushed into her already air-filled body.
"Uhhnn.....Tasty.. I think I'd like some more come right now though..." She let some of her air out, her body becoming steadily opaque, until she reached an amount of air that was comfortable. She got onto her knees with a quiet squeak, and fumbled with his pants. She managed to unzip them, and drew the head of his prick into her rubber muzzle.
Ryuki groaned, it was unlike anything he'd ever felt. He couldn't even describe to himself how it felt. It was incredible, and he had to sit down, flopping onto the couch. She had engulfed his entire cock, and began drawing her muzzle off it, then swallowing it back down. He moaned as he felt her teeth scraping across his cock, grateful that her teeth were made of rubber. Otherwise, he wouldn't be very happy.
Ryuki grabbed her ears harshly, and moaned. "Get ready, I'm going to come soon." He closed his eyes and moaned softly as he gushed come into her muzzle, the rubber vixen swallowing his spend hungrily. When he had spurted the last of his seed, Carlita looked up at him and wiped her lips with one handpaw.
"Mm..Tasty." She hadn't absorbed most of what he had fed her, he could see it pooling in her breasts, then sliding down the inside of her belly when she sat up.
"Storing it up are we?"
"Nah, I'm just trying to collect and absorb all I can so I can get nice and thick for you."
Ryuki wondered about something. He looked at her naked form, and plucked off one of his spines.
"Do you think you would like being popped?"
"I dunno, lets find out a bit later though, after I've absorbed all this. Waste not want not and all."
"Mmm... well I must say I'm intrigued by the whole 'being eaten' thing. Hopefully it's as serene inside you as it was inside the womb."
He picked her up, holding her close to him, and he turned on the TV. and laid down with her featherweight on him. Some stupid show was on, it wasn't yet time for his favorite show, Scrubs.
He felt his eyes slowly closing, and his mind fogging as he fell asleep.
Carlita giggled, stroking his chest while he slept. Maybe it was just the 'breath-bond', but she felt she loved him. She laid back on his chest, sighing as she concentrated on her body. She turned lighter, then much darker, darker, darker, till her rubber skin was midnight black like his fur. She wondered what else she could do to please him, as her body broke down the come she had been fed. Most of it went to thickening her skin, the vinyl blow-up doll already assimilated into her. She used very little of it to produce her own lubricants, only enough so that Ryuki's cock wouldn't be uncomfortable, painful even.
She leaned back into him, shaking herself a bit to see if she had assimilated all of the come into a part of her body. She had, and poked Ryuki awake.
"What do you need beautiful one?"
"I'm ready to try being popped now."
Ryuki nodded, pulling another spine, and readying himself for the noise that would come. "Ready?"
She nodded, and Ryuki stabbed the spine into her.
He was relieved when she didn't pop, even though they had been trying to pop her.
Air rushed out of the hole around the spine, and she looked up at him, licking her finger and rubbing her latexy saliva over the hole after removing the spine. The hole sealed, and she stopped leaking air.
"I guess... that means you could take me inside of you, without me doing too much damage with my spines. Love the new color, by the way."
She smiled, looking down at him with mirth burbling in her eyes, which were now white with pinkish irises. She kissed him, and again he was overcome by a feeling that she possessed some kind of quality... essential for life. That she was truly a living creature, albeit one with balloon-rubber for skin.
He smiled, and pushed himself up so he was sitting up, with her still sitting in his lap.
"Come, let us do this in my Bed.." He smiled, picking her up and carrying her through the doorway like a brand-new bride. He laid her on her back, and pressed his snout against her vulva. He took a deep breath, taking in her weird latexy kind of scent, before pushing his tongue inside and scraping it up along her inner walls.
She shivered with pleasure, releasing some of her odd-tasting lubricants, her pudgy fingers working through his quills and headfur.
He grinned widely, pressing his snout up and into her. She moaned as she was stretched, and moaned louder as he pressed more of his face into her. Soon, most of his head was in, and he pushed his hands in to allow his shoulders to pass easier.
That done, it was time for her to be worried about those worrisome spines of his, and time for him to be worried about her breaking the fragile bones in his wings. She whimpered, in a mixture of pain and pleasure as a few spines poked through her toughened skin, but her hungry cunnie swallowed him up to his hips without much trouble, and without damage to his wings. They both breathed a collective sigh of relief as his spines flattened out, and his folded wings pressed tight against the inside of her belly.
As she worked on pressing more of him in by pushing his footpaws against the footboard of the bed and pushing herself forwards, Ryuki set to investigate his new surroundings. Inside her womb, he was pretty much insensate to everything going on outside her. He noticed that it was much warmer inside her than it was in the house. His acute sense of smell was rendered useless by the weird latexy musk inside her womb, his already poor vision made useless by her thick black skin and by the fact that it was dim in the house anyway.
He could hear nothing but her moans of pleasure, and once he got his legs drawn up to his chest, enclosed on all sides by her, he began to hear a new sound. A metronomic lub-dub noise. She had formed herself a heart, to comfort him and so he could experience life as he had in the womb.
He felt something wet, warm, and sticky on his fur, and when he went to wipe it off, a little chunk of his fur came off.
He felt himself... unraveling like a thread wound the opposite direction it had been spun in. It was a feeling not altogether unpleasant, and he wasn't surprised when the dissolving areas of his body simply felt as if they didn't exist. He became aware of a strange substance that had the consistency of glue, and smelled very strongly like the tubs of latex in a rubber refinery Ryuki had visited once.
Strangely, for being digested, he wasn't at all afraid. He simply got himself comfortable, and fell asleep listening to the lub-dub of the heart she had formed, which of course was producing and pumping the strange digestive substance.
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She felt him begin to fade, and pinched off his consciousness in a part of her own mind. She put two fingers to her lips, and blew a small bubble of digested lover. It was black, and softly luminous. She pulled the malleable surface of it out into a little nipple, and blew more air into it, feeding more of gooey Ryuki into it when it stretched thin. She formed it to crudely match the flesh body he'd had, and pushed his slumbering consciousness into the black rubber form. The features tightened, becoming exact, even his spines standing out individually and painstakingly crafted to be shot with white in exactly the same places. He sat up, aware he squeaked softly at the jointure of his legs.
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He smiled, and kissed her. "What now?"
"This." She pushed about half of the gluey substance, maybe more, into him. He shuddered a bit with revulsion at swallowing what had been him minutes before, but he managed to gulp it down. It tasted of jalapenos, shashlik, and fried, thickly sliced ham all at once. Made sense, as the goop had once been him; Spanish, Russian, and French-Canadian.
 He looked up at her, brows meeting over his eyes. "What do I do with it?"
"Concentrate on what you need it for, making your skin thicker and less transparent."
He focused on what he needed the slop for, and felt it being absorbed into his skin from the inside. "It tickles...."
He looked down at his manhood, looked back up at her, and grinned.
"I've always wanted to be able to do this.."
He reached down, and twisted his penis into a phallic balloon animal.
"Hey look Carlita! A giraffe!"
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The End.
[An Invader Dusk Production.]
[Blame Animakitty for the base idea, the rest of the fault lies with me. Please, write to me with your praise, criticism, death threats, or proposals of arranged marriage.]
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