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Metempsychosis X – Raven and Shadow

Since the passing of my waking life mate (hard to believe it’s already been almost 6 months at the time of typing this), the nights have been quite a bit lively. It’s like something is trying to fill the gap (more like, gaping void) left by his absence: first Firestorm and then Grianos. I have been a lot more creative in all spheres of my life. I think I have been running nonstop, possibly because I get the feeling that if I stop, grief will catch up to me, and I will hit rock bottom. That terrifies me. Everyone has been supportive and trying to help me deal with it. I certainly never expected a certain someone to show up and help, someone who knows a great deal about loss…

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I: In Memoriam

Another day slipped by, and the weight of it all settled heavily on me. I was exhausted—the kind of tired which doesn’t go away with a good night’s sleep. It wasn’t surprising, really. Spring had already arrived, and yet I hadn’t taken a single break since November. Not one moment to stop, to breathe, to process everything that had happened. And now, the idea of finally stopping—of turning that figurative page and closing a chapter that had lasted so long—felt terrifying. Almost unbearable.

People always say the same things when someone dies. “He lives on in your heart,” or other well-meaning clichés. But none of that prepares you for the reality of loss when it hits close to you. I’d already learned that, more than once. I felt it when a friend—someone who had helped so much with Nevlaan—passed away suddenly (rest easy, dear Athus). That one hurt deeply. Then there was the close friend I lost when I was nineteen, who chose to end his own life. That pain lingered in a different way, sharp and confusing. And when my father died after a long illness, it hurt too—but there was also a strange sense of relief, knowing his suffering was finally over. My mother and I had been there every step of the way, caring for him, watching him fade. That kind of experience changes you.

Add to that the things I’ve seen in my dreams, and it’s fair to say I’m no stranger to death. I’ve brushed against it in more ways than most people ever will. But none of that—none of it—comes close to what it feels like to lose your soulmate. Not just a partner, not something casual, but the person who feels like the other half of your very being. When they’re suddenly gone, without warning, it’s like being hit by a train at full speed. There’s no bracing for it, no easing into it. Since last November, life has felt like it’s been frozen in place. It keeps moving forward, technically, but everything is different. Hollow. Off-balance.

That night, when I fell asleep and found myself in a blank dreamsphere, I was already on edge. Frustrated. Irritated. I didn’t want to deal with anything new, anything unknown—especially not something that might make the grief worse. I didn’t have the energy for it. So I refused. I curled up into myself, almost instinctively, rejecting the space around me. Eventually, I slipped back into sleep and woke up in my own bed the next morning. For a brief moment, I felt relieved. At least I didn’t have to face it. I was wrong.

The next night, it came back—but it wasn’t the same. This time, the emptiness had been replaced by something vivid and real. A boreal landscape stretched out before me: a quiet river flowing nearby, dense forest in every direction. No signs of a city, no trace of civilization. It looked like Earth, or something remarkably close to it. The air was cool and refreshing, like late spring—comfortable, not humid. No mosquitoes, nothing to bother you. Peaceful.

I started walking, taking it all in. For a while, I thought I was alone. Then I heard movement in the bushes nearby. Before I could react, something—someone—stepped out.

A massive humanoid wolf, black and grey, muscular and imposing. He carried some fruits that looked like wild blackberries. It took me a second to process what I was seeing. I recognized him instantly, even if the setting made no sense.

“Raven…?”

He looked at me like I was the strange one.

“Who’s asking?”

I blinked, then quickly corrected myself. “Right—sorry. I’m Jon. We’ve met before. Just… not like this. Not in person. I’m a friend of Alswaram’s. Sort of.”

He studied me, and when he spoke again, his voice was calm, clear—perfect English, with a faint British accent that caught me off guard.

“Oh… I see.”

He didn’t sound pleased. If anything, he seemed distant. Sad.

“You don’t seem very excited,” I said carefully.

“Well… I don’t know. I think I’m dreaming,” he replied. “Last thing I remember, I was inside Lancer, then I drifted off. Now I’m here. You’re definitely Terran, but you don’t look like you belong out here.”

That caught my attention. He knew he’d fallen asleep. He was aware, in a way most people in dreams aren’t.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Humans usually stick to towns. And the ones I’d expect to see out here wouldn’t look like they just rolled out of bed.”

That sounded like him—dry, a little sarcastic.

“Fair point,” I admitted. “Same as you, I just woke up here. Any idea why?”

He shrugged lightly. “Maybe because I like swimming,” he said with a faint smirk. “Or maybe it’s just peaceful. Quiet. Or it was, until you showed up. Well, now that you’re here, do you want to share these berries with me? Don’t worry, they’re not poisonous. Not to me, anyway.”

I nodded and we shared the fruit. Even through the sadness, he was still himself—cracking jokes, keeping things light. Then his tone shifted.

“My partners and I retired here after… well. If you knew Al, then you probably know he’s MIA. But that’s not the real story. Just some pathetic cover-up.”

That was the moment it clicked. To him, Alswaram wasn’t just gone—he was missing. Unresolved.

“Oh… I’m sorry,” I said softly.

From there, the conversation deepened. I explained, as best as I could, about my dreams—about the strange ability I had, about the glimpses into other lives and realities. I told him I had seen what happened. That I understood, at least in part, what he was going through.

He didn’t lash out. He didn’t laugh at me. He just listened. And then he wanted to know. I hesitated, but in the end, I told him what he wanted to know. Everything. We sat by the river as I told him what I experienced, what I knew—about him, about my own loss, about the weight of it all. We shared memories, stories, small details about the people we loved. It was… grounding. Healing, in a quiet way. At some point, without really noticing, we drifted closer together. Or maybe we both did, slowly, without thinking.

Raven was the first to acknowledge it.

“You said your name is Jon, right?” he asked. “Mind if I move a little closer?”

“Not at all,” I admitted. “I was going to ask, but… yeah. Didn’t. I tend to be shy.”

He chuckled softly and shifted nearer. His fur was thick and warm—softer than I expected, almost unreal. I found myself leaning into him, instinctively seeking comfort. For a moment, I thought about pulling away, but then I felt his arm rest gently around me, steady and reassuring.

He sighed.

“Looks like we both lost someone,” he said quietly. “Maybe that’s why we’re here.”

I huffed a small laugh. “My partner used to say shit like that all the time.”

“Hey, you never know!” he replied. “But yeah, Al used to roll his eyes when I said it, too.”

Despite everything, I smiled.

“I’m glad to meet you at last, Raven.”

We talked a while longer, the conversation fading into something softer, more relaxed. Eventually, we drifted off, leaning against each other by the river. When I woke up the next morning, I felt… different. Lighter, maybe. Like I had reconnected with someone I’d somehow always known. And then, the following night, it happened again. I was back by the river, waiting without even realizing it. Raven emerged from the trees, just like before. He was carrying more berries.

“See?” he said with a grin. “Told you. Fate.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I stood up. We looked at each other for a moment, then embraced—naturally, without hesitation. I’d never been much for hugs, but this felt right.

“If I took a shot of booze every time you said ‘fate,’ I’d be completely wasted,” I teased.

He smirked. “Careful. I’d probably drink you under the table.”

“Maybe I’d like that.”

He blinked. “Wait—what?”

I burst out laughing, and he shook his head, amused. It was easy talking to him. Easier than I expected. He had a way of making things feel lighter, even when the subject matter was anything but. We spent hours just talking—about everything, about nothing. Like old friends catching up. At some point, I leaned against him again, and he didn’t pull away. The steady rhythm of his breathing, the quiet of the forest, the gentle flow of the river—it all came together into something peaceful.

For the first time in a long while, I felt calm. Truly calm.

And I think, at that moment, he did too.

II: Reemergence

We kept meeting over the next few nights. At first, it was just quiet walks along the riverside—casual, unspoken. But then, things began to change. The distance between us shrank. Our conversations lingered longer. And one night, without even thinking about it, I reached for his paw. Raven didn’t hesitate. He closed his grip around my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. I squeezed back. Something settled between us after that. Easy. Natural. Like we’d skipped a dozen steps and landed somewhere deeper. Eventually, I was the one who broke that fragile calm.

“So…”

The word hung there, unfinished. I already regretted that train of thought.

Raven tilted his head, catching on immediately. “So? Come on. You don’t get to trail off now.”

I hesitated, then forced it out. “Have you ever thought about… bringing Shadow or Lancer here?”

“I have,” he said lightly. “You did mention you’ve seen them.”

“Well, in Lancer’s case, it was more than just seeing,” I admitted. “We actually talked. Though he nearly shot me at first. That was… memorable.”

Raven winced. “Sounds like him.”

“To his defense, he’d just lost Al,” I added quietly. “And I made it worse by bringing up Storm.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. But once I explained, he calmed down. He actually helped me come to terms with my activator side.”

There was a pause. Then Raven’s expression shifted, something clicking into place.

“Ahh… so you are one of them.”

“Looks like it,” I said with a small shrug. “Probably because of Al. And the others.”

“Now I get it,” Raven teased, a grin tugging at his muzzle. “That’s why you want to see Shadow. He’s cute, right?”

I froze. For a second, I seriously considered bolting. But instead, I stayed. I owed Lancer that much.

I dropped my gaze to the ground. “Y-Yeah… he’s hot. I mean—Lancer’s huge, intimidating… but Shadow…” I swallowed. “Shadow looks like someone you could actually snuggle and cuddle up with.”

Raven just chuckled—warm, amused—and reached over to give my rump a playful squeeze. “You sure it’s just cuddles you’re after, my friend?”

It was meant to be teasing, but my body didn’t treat it like a joke. A sharp chill ran through me, followed by something much stronger, something I absolutely did not want to happen right now. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at the ground, trying to will myself back under control.

“We should… probably stop here,” I muttered. “Before this turns into something neither of us—”

I didn’t get to finish. Raven stepped in front of me, cutting me off. Gently, he lifted my chin so I had no choice but to look at him. His smile wasn’t teasing anymore. It was soft. Genuine. Almost disarmingly tender. “Who said I didn’t want that?” he murmured. “Tell you what—why don’t we let Shadow decide what we should or shouldn’t do?” He paused, his expression warming further.

“In the meantime…” Before I could react, he scooped me up like I weighed nothing.

The suddenness of it knocked the breath out of me. His strength—effortless, steady—was impossible to ignore. He carried us down to a patch of soft sand near the water and lay back, curling around me, pulling me into him. Spooning me. The familiarity of it hit harder than I expected. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. And then—without warning—I broke. Tears spilled over before I could stop them.

Raven didn’t say a word. He just nuzzled me softly, holding me closer, steady and warm. We understood one another in our emotions. That was enough.

I drifted off and I woke back in my bed, tears still on my face. Yet, it wasn’t pain that lingered. It was relief. Relief that something in me—something deeper—was still alive.

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The following night, everything changed. I found myself back at the same riverside… but it wasn’t the same anymore. A structure stood there now—a small building, like a garage that hadn’t existed before. For a moment, I wondered if my mind was glitching, but then Raven stepped out. He looked just as surprised as I was. That’s when I knew—this was real. He spotted me and broke into a grin, gesturing toward the building. “Go on. Take a look.”

Curiosity pulled me forward. I stepped inside—and froze. Shadow stood there in full view, black plating gleaming like polished obsidian. Sleek. Silent. Beautiful in a way that felt almost unreal. Most people would’ve found him intimidating. I didn’t. I couldn’t look away.

Behind me, Raven chuckled. “You gonna say hi, Jon?”

“Oh—uh…” I swallowed, suddenly aware of how small my voice sounded. “H-Hi… you’re… you’re really beautiful, Shadow.”

“~ Hello. Jon, correct? ~“

“Yes,” I said quickly. “It’s… really nice to meet you.”

Raven snorted softly, then walked over and—without ceremony—shoved me closer to Shadow.

“Don’t overthink it,” he said with a mischievous grin. “I’ll go get some water for tea. You two… talk.”

And just like that, he was gone. He left me alone, with him. For a moment, I had no idea what to say. Thankfully, Shadow spoke first.

“~ Raven tells me you are fond of my kind. ~”

“Y-Yeah… I mean—yeah. I’m an activator, so… mechs, vehicles… all of it.”

“~ I see. That explains much. ~”

I shifted slightly, trying to steady myself. “You’re a recon unit, right? It shows in your build. Your stance, your loadout… you’re incredibly sleek.”

There was a brief pause. That was all I could up with, of all things.

“~ Is that your way of complimenting me? ~”

“I mean it,” I said, more quietly now. “You look… stunning.”

“~ And yet, you hesitate. ~”

I exhaled. “It’s complicated. In my world, I can’t drive. My balance is… bad. I get dizzy and disoriented. As an activator, it makes me feel…” I searched for the right word. “Like an impostor. Like I don’t belong. Especially around mechs like you. You’re incredible—but also… overwhelming.”

“~ I understand, ~” Shadow replied gently. “~ That must be difficult. ~”

“It is…”

Another pause. Then—

“~ Perhaps I can help. ~”

I blinked. “How?”

“~ I am equipped with g-diffusers to stabilize motion. I can also deploy restraints to secure you safely in place. You would not need to rely on balance alone. ~”

My heart skipped. “That… actually sounds amazing. I just—”

“~ You are afraid. ~”

“I’m not—” I stopped, the protest dying halfway out. “I…”

He already knew. Whether Raven had told him or he could feel it somehow, it didn’t matter. Before I could say anything else, Shadow moved. Smooth. Decisive. He lifted me effortlessly, and before I could react, the canopy opened with a soft hiss. He guided me inside, settling me into the seat. Everything about him felt… alive. Warm. His systems hummed softly beneath me, barely audible, like a distant purr. The energy surrounding him wasn’t harsh or mechanical—it was gentle, almost comforting. My knees nearly gave out from the sensation alone. Then his engine turned over. The sound—low, rich, intoxicating—sent a shiver straight through me. Gods, he ran rich. The scent, the vibration, the deep, steady purr of his idle—it wrapped around me, pulling me in, making it impossible to think straight.

I sank back into the seat instinctively. It responded immediately, adjusting, tightening just enough to hold me securely. Like a warm, pressurized embrace; a hug I didn’t realize I needed. A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it. Shadow chuckled—low, knowing. And as I let myself sink deeper into the sensation, letting him surround me, something inside me began to unravel—until suddenly, something unexpected happened.

I thought I was just getting a little lightheaded from the fumes hanging thicker around me but no, it was more than that. I began to feel a familiar sense of pressure; I felt heat building and rushing all over around… and then within me. I remember rushing out and Shadow catching me and holding me, wondering what was happening and Raven rushing over and then I lost track of my surroundings for a time. I was changing. Transforming into something I hadn’t seen for a while. Something I had perhaps shoved away in a corner of my mind since my mate passed away. Something was making it resurface and it wanted out. There was no holding it back. It was breaking out in full force. It felt like it was going to make my body explode.

First, it was my hands and my arms. Skin swelled and black rubber arms and digits emerged from them. Then, the change creeped over my torso and neck, skin creaked and squelched, ripping as a layer of muscular black rubber emerged. It felt painful at first but that soon subsided into an intense surge of liberating pleasure and relief. My neck and head were next, elongating and turning into a cobra’s head, a broad, striking hood puffing and stretching from my neck, the sounds of stretching rubber filling the air. I felt forced to open my mouth, which turned into a reptilian maw as fangs formed. The pressure was intense; it felt like I had to bury my fangs into something, anything. Some kind of gooey venom beaded from the fangs while the rest of me kept changing. My legs stretched and fused into coils, growing quite large; my new coils as thick as my human body was! My genitals pulled into a newly formed slit while a plug formed on the backside of my hood and two more along my coils. I opened my newly changed eyed. Things seemed different, like looking through a dirty window. The sensations, though! Everything felt so sensitive, so… raw. I moaned and from there I remember Shadow putting me down and stepping back in shock.

Raven rushed back toward me, skidding to a near stop a few feet away. His whole body tensed, like he was bracing for something unreal. His eyes searched my face, hesitant, disbelieving—until something in him seemed to settle.

“Jon… is that really you?”

I hesitated, the answer catching somewhere between truth and confusion. “I—yeah. I think so. Sort of. I mean, it’s not exactly Jon anymore. This is Nashim. But you can call me Rubber.”

Silence followed. Raven didn’t respond right away. His expression stayed frozen, caught between shock and something harder to name. Shadow, on the other hand, leaned in slightly, curiosity practically radiating off of him. A knot twisted in my chest.

“You don’t have to stay, Rav,” I said quietly. “I’m okay. If this makes you uncomfortable, you can go.”

That snapped him out of it. His ears flattened, a low growl rumbling up from his chest as he frowned. “Fuck no! Are you even listening to yourself right now?” He stepped forward, his voice tightening with emotion. “After everything we’ve shared? Yeah, this caught me off guard—but I’m not leaving. Not now. Not ever.”

Before I could respond, he closed the distance. Raven wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close, nuzzling against me like he needed to confirm I was real. His fur brushed against my rubbery skin, sending sharp, electric sensations through my body—strange, overwhelming, almost intoxicating. And then instinct took over. Before I could think, my fangs sank into his shoulder. I bit down, harder than I meant to, my body acting on something primal and unfamiliar. I expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. Instead, he pressed closer. His grip tightened around me, steady, grounding. He let out a soft, breathy groan—not of pain, but something deeper—and continued to nuzzle me, slow and reassuring.

“It’s okay…” he murmured softly, his voice warm against me. “Don’t fight it. You’re alright. I’ve got you… I’m right here.”

The words cut through the haze. Gradually, the intensity faded. My grip loosened, my senses settling back into place. When I finally pulled away, I felt a wave of guilt crash over me. But Raven was smiling. I opened my maw to apologize, but he gently hushed me, brushing a finger against my lips.

And then—without hesitation—we kissed. It was slow. Deep. Not rushed, not desperate. Not lustful. It felt… natural. Grounded, like something that had been building quietly all along and had finally found its moment. Something had shifted between us. Raven’s paws slid over my hood and chest, his touch soft, exploratory. He made quiet, contented sounds, his breathing uneven but calm. I realized, dimly, that I had changed too—not just physically, but somewhere deeper. Neither of us moved to push things further. We didn’t need to. What we shared in that moment felt like something else entirely—something softer, more intimate. Not carnal, but emotional… metaphysical.

Nearby, Shadow shifted closer, clearly unsure what to make of what he’d just witnessed. He settled beside us, his presence warm and steady, a quiet comfort. Raven didn’t seem bothered by him. If anything, he relaxed further, his body recognizing something familiar in Shadow’s scent. We stayed like that for a while, tangled together in a quiet, tender calm. Eventually, Raven pulled back just enough to look at me again, his expression thoughtful.

“So… you knew about this?” he asked. “About… Rubber? How long?”

I exhaled slowly. “A while. The first time he showed himself, I thought he was an enemy. We… didn’t get along.” I paused, searching for the right words. “But then something changed. I awakened something in myself. There’s… a darkness in me. Power I didn’t know I had.”

Raven tilted his head slightly, studying me. “For someone with ‘dark powers,’ you seem pretty gentle.”

I gave a faint, uncertain smile. “Dark doesn’t mean evil. It just means… different.”

His expression softened. “Different’s not a bad thing,” he said quietly.

I could only make a faint nod. “I’d like to think so.”

A faint flush spread across his cheeks and muzzle. He pulled me closer again, nuzzling deeper this time, his breathing growing heavier. I blinked, a little concerned. “Hey… is Shadow’s exhaust getting to you? We can move if—”

“No!” Raven shook his head quickly, almost too quickly. “No, I’m fine. He’s… he’s not the problem.”

He hesitated, then looked at me again—really looked this time, something vulnerable flickering in his eyes. “Would you…” he started, then swallowed. “Would you bite me again?”

I froze. “…What??”

“Like before,” he said softly, his voice quieter now, but steady. “On my shoulder.”

I heard a soft playful chuckle from Shadow when I moved in and when I went to bite gently, instinct caught and I went in with a hard strike. I chewed deeply, filling the air with soft rubbery squeaking. Raven moaned out and went limp against me for a moment. It was then that it caught me: Raven’s deep woody musk. I did not see it, but I certainly could smell it. It did not take long before I felt it, too. His spear kept my cocks from coming out as he pushed it in and filled my slit with his hot shaft. It was… incredible. I instinctively bit harder and chewed much deeper, getting an intense howl from him. Then I felt this deep pressure, my cocks being squished by his. He had knotted me! I felt him flare inside before this warmth flushed all over me. He was now beet red, panting as I released him.

“Rav, did you just…?”

We were locked together and he was unable to back out of the situation anymore. Even then, neither of us would allow it! He whined apologetically.

“I-I I couldn’t help it! I’m sorry…”

I went to rub my broad hood against his snout. “What are you even sorry about, you silly wolf? That was… beyond amazing.”

“It… was?”

He seemed surprised, somehow! I had to confront him and make sure he understood how wonderful this embrace and intimacy was. “I’ve never been docked before, much less knotted… and holy crap that feels SO good. I can still feel you… don’t let yourself slip out. Not now!

Raven chuckled softly and gave a few swift thrusts that made me shiver and moan in pleasure. I couldn’t even climax from his cock pushing against mine but the pleasure of him being inside like that beat any climax ever. There was no dominance, no power play. No lust. It was just this intense, romantic and loving embrace. This also marked the first time I ever felt “right” being Rubber without a mech or anything inflating me. Not that I didn’t want it.

Shadow could tell, he was chuckling playfully again.

“~ You guys are cute, heh. ~”

Both Raven and flushed at that. I was getting bothered by his rumbling engine and somehow, my thoughts stormed out before I could hold them and blurted out my words. “You’re being a big meanie! Would you plug me up instead of having fun at our expense?

“~ Oh? ~”

It did not take long before Shadow granted my request. He hooked up my already slightly swollen hood to his main exhaust port through a hose and I soon felt hot, moist warmth flowing inside it. It streeetched slowly and became warmer. Raven seemed to enjoy the show; he was pretty much drooling and licking all over my hood as he stretched out very slowly. I asked him if he was pleased with how I felt and all I got was a mumbled response with some thrusts inside my slit. I do believe that was a yes. That made me feel desired. Wanted.

I felt myself drift and when I woke up in my bed, I still felt myself as Rubber. It was a very strange feeling. Very vivid and clear. I felt remnants of residual heat and pressure… and I sported a raging boner.

III: I am Rubber

The following night, I woke to find Raven sitting beside me. He didn’t say anything at first—just sat there, quiet, steady. Watching. I pushed myself up and leaned into him, and without hesitation, he leaned back, letting me rest against his side. For a while, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward… just heavy with things unspoken. Then the thought hit me.

“Shouldn’t you be Rubber?”

I blinked, turning slightly toward him. “What?”

“You said you can be whoever you want to be here,” Raven replied, his tone calm but probing. “So… why did you wake up here as human? Shouldn’t you be Rubber right now?” He paused, studying me. “Or is something holding you back? Like part of you still hasn’t accepted what you are?”

I hesitated, the question settling deeper than I expected. “I… don’t know. Maybe. I mean…”

Raven tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his muzzle. “You mean what, Rubber?”

I froze. The name hit differently this time—sharper, more deliberate. I was still in my human form… and yet he said it so naturally. “That’s who you are, isn’t it?” he continued softly. “Rubber isn’t just a form. It’s you. Your inner self.”

I didn’t answer right away.

“I won’t pretend to understand all this ‘dark power’ stuff,” Raven went on, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful. “But I did look into it. And from what I found… if you ignore that side of yourself—if you don’t nurture it—it doesn’t just go away.” His eyes flicked back to mine. “It takes over.”

I exhaled slowly. “Yeah… aether. Dark energy. It’s… unstable. It’s easy to lose control of.”

Raven nodded once. “Okay. So let me ask you this—does Rubber help? Keep it in check?”

I considered that. “Actually, yeah,” I admitted. “Now that you say it, I think he does. I feel calmer. More balanced.” I hesitated, searching for the right word. “But also more… intense.”

Raven’s smile widened, a quiet chuckle slipping out. “Oh, I noticed.”

I winced slightly. “Sorry.”

He immediately frowned, nudging me with his shoulder. “Would you stop apologizing?” I glanced at him, caught off guard. “In case you forgot,” he continued, his tone softening, “I’m completely fine with Rubber. More than fine.” He gestured loosely toward Shadow nearby. “And for the record, Shadow doesn’t warm up to anyone. He’s usually shy as hell. The fact he opened up to you instantly?” Raven shook his head slightly. “That says a lot.” Something in my chest tightened at that. Raven shifted suddenly, turning toward me with a wide, almost mischievous grin. “So,” he said, voice lighter now, “bring him out already.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Or what?”

His grin sharpened. “Or I will.”

Before I could react, he lunged. Raven pushed me back, pinning me gently but firmly against the wall. The impact wasn’t harsh—just enough to knock the breath out of me. He pressed in close, nuzzling into me with a low, playful growl rumbling in his chest. My heart jumped. His hands moved over my sides—slow, deliberate—sending a wave of sensation through me that made it hard to think straight. And then he kissed me. Not quick. Not teasing. Deep. Lingering. The kind of kiss that steals your focus completely—the kind you’d expect in some over-the-top romantic scene, except this felt real. Warm. Intentional. Overwhelming.

For a second, I completely froze—my mind blank, my body going slack under the intensity of it. I barely even remembered kissing him back. When he finally pulled away, he was grinning.

“Cat got your tongue?”

I blinked, still dazed, then let out a breath. “Pffft, that’s rich, coming from you!”

Raven huffed a soft laugh, leaning back in just slightly, his voice dropping.

“Less talking,” he murmured, “more kissing.”

We agreed on that. We locked into another kiss and both of us were growing further heated and bothered. Our cocks pressed and frotted. Shivers ran up my spine and I glanced down. As Rubber, he did not seem so big but as a human, Raven was already much taller than me and he was proportionally bigger. His musk was thick in the air. I reached down, squeezing and pumping our cocks deeply. Raven moaned out and smirked at me. “Someone’s needy.”

“Maybe. So get to work, already.”

Oh boy. That playful, dirty smirk. It spoke for itself. I slid down his body, kissing my way all over him. So soft, so muscular, so silky… so, well, male. He was large. Larger than I expected. And he was eager, one could easily tell by his cock throbbing and standing at full girth, knot already slightly flaring. I wasn’t used to canines, but that musk was… deadly. I think it clouded my judgment because I took it and nursed on it quite deeply, which got a sudden moan from Raven. I looked up to him. “Hey, Rav,” I started and flashed a grin at him. “Think you can fit that in?”

“Heh, probably. Going to be a tight fit, though. We’ll be locked for a while.”

I groped his rump. “Who says I don’t want that?”

Raven scoffed and grinned, I made him groan as he teased him into a kiss, brushing and stroking his throbbing cock.

“Oh, I see how it is…”

Raven suddenly moved and flipped me over against the wall. I felt his cock brush my rump and for a few seconds, I thought I may have overstepped my bounds. I was going to say something, but he growled softly into my ear and I melted instantly. It was this mix of deep desire, love and want. Not lust. Just two souls understanding one another, sharing the same grief, the same pain but also the same frustration. He pushed in slowly, deeply. Carefully. I moaned and tried to relax. His cock was surprisingly warm, and it slid rather easily in. I bucked and he kept grinding deeper and deeper. My knees were getting weak. He noticed and he compensated for it, holding me tighter and deepening his rhythm. It didn’t take long before I shot my load and when I nearly screamed out, he followed. He swiftly thrusted inside me and took advantage of the moment I went limp to push in… fully. Holy fuck it was tight. I definitely felt that knot and it was larger than I had anticipated. Once knotted, Raven couldn’t hold back anymore. He nearly bit me and he howled as I felt wave after wave of hot seed flooding and washing my insides. Instant surge of heat. I moaned his name and he growled softly into his panting.

“R-Raven… you feel… incredible.”

His ears flicked at that, and I caught the faintest hint of heat rising in his expression. A slow smirk followed.

“Oh yeah?” he murmured. “Better than a mech?”

I huffed softly, still catching my breath. “Maybe. You might have to prove it again.”

“Gladly.”

We settled into each other after that, the intensity fading into something softer. I pressed close to his chest, grounding myself in his warmth, and he held me there without a word. When we kissed again, it wasn’t rushed—it lingered, steady and deep, like neither of us wanted to break the moment.

It felt… real. More than anything I’d experienced before.

I woke up later in my own bed, body heavy, mind quiet, a faint warmth still lingering under my skin.

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The following night was different. I didn’t wake up to Raven. I woke up wrapped in something warm… and solid.

Metal.

I blinked, slowly becoming aware of where I was—curled against a broad, mechanical frame. My breath caught slightly as I looked up. Shadow. I was in his arms.

“H-hello, Shadow…” I muttered, suddenly very aware of myself.

“~ Well, hi. ~”

His voice echoed softly in my mind, calm but unmistakably present.

“Where’s… Rav?”

“~ Sleeping. I brought you out here. ~”

I frowned slightly. “Out here? Why?”

There was a pause.

“~ You already know why. ~”

A knot formed in my chest. “Shadow… I don’t know if I can. It doesn’t feel—right.”

“~ I decide what is right for me, ~” he replied, steady and unyielding.

I swallowed. “S-So… what are you saying?”

“~ I will help you change. ~”

My pulse quickened. “Change… you mean—Rubber?”

“~ Correct. ~”

I hesitated, my thoughts scrambling. “You really think that’s a good idea?”

“~ Yes. ~” A brief pause. “~ Raven does too. ~”

That caught me off guard. I shifted slightly in his hold, suddenly nervous, my composure slipping. “You’re… a lot more direct than I expected.”

There was something almost amused in the silence that followed.

“~ If you keep holding back, ~” Shadow said at last, “~ I may have to push you further than you’re comfortable with. ~”

My breath hitched. “Push me…? What does that mean?”

Carefully, he set me down. I steadied myself, watching as he turned away slightly, his posture shifting—deliberate, controlled, but unmistakably intentional. My chest tightened. There was something different about him now. Not aggressive… but certain. Focused. He turned around and I got a good look at his rump and then at the obvious twin exhaust ports under his tail. That made me squirm, especially after he lowered his stance and I was close enough that when I inhaled, I picked up remnants of spent fuel from them.

“Shadow…” I started, my voice quieter now.

“~ You feel it, don’t you? The hunger. ~”

I didn’t dare answer. Because he was right.

“Umm—"

No time to react. Before I could say anything, I barely had time to register the sound of Shadow’s powerful servos whining and his frame powering up with a deep, guttural growl before I found myself engulfed in a thick haze of blueish-white exhaust. The pressure slammed into me harder than I expected, that rich, sweet scent flooding my lungs and hitting me like the strongest drug. My body reacted violently. The transformation was going to be brutal and visceral. I felt searing pleasure and pressure crashing over me like a tidal wave.

It hit like a freight train forged from molten latex and raw hydraulic force. My spine arched with a sickening series of wet cracks and pops, every vertebra stretching and thickening as powerful new muscle fibers wove themselves into existence beneath the surface. A deep, rhythmic hiss filled the air—my own body already beginning to inflate from the inside out, rubberizing under the relentless assault of Shadow’s exhaust.

My skin prickled, then burned, and then liquefied. It melted away into matte black rubber that spread in heavy, shining waves from my chest outward. The surface instantly tightened into a drum-tight, smooth matte surface with a slight sheen, every new inch reflecting the hangar lights in distorted, oily highlights. The rubber didn’t just coat me; it rebuilt me, forcing thick, dense layers of reinforced rubber muscle to bulge and swell beneath the taut black hide. My shoulders broadened dramatically, traps and delts inflating into massive, corded slabs that creaked with every involuntary flex. My chest barreled outward, pectorals ballooning into two heavy, sculpted plates of pure black rubber that heaved with each pressurized breath.

My legs slammed together with a loud, wet schlurp, bones dissolving into flexible yet incredibly strong rubber as the flesh fused down the midline. The merging line glowed white-hot for a moment before cooling into a single, monstrously thick black rubber tail. It surged outward in heavy, pulsating throbs, each heartbeat forcing another several feet of length while dense coils of powerful, inflated muscle packed themselves beneath the glossy surface. The tail wasn’t slender or delicate; it was brutally muscular—thick as my old torso at the base, ridged with heavy ventral scales that stood out in raised, squeaking relief. My feet melted and pointed, toes fusing into a blunt, powerful tail tip that began to inflate like an overfilled tire, growing fatter, rounder, and impossibly shiny.

Inside, my organs were brutally hollowed out and repurposed. Guts compressed with wet pops, turning into reinforced air bladders and heavy rubber chambers that filled with pressurized air. My butt ballooned outward into two massive, firm rubber cheeks that squeaked loudly against the concrete as they swelled. My cock inflated grotesquely, becoming a thick, veinless rubber tube ridged with subtle segmented rings, the head flattening into a broad, blunt flare with a small air valve at the tip that leaked thin curls of blue-white vapor with every throb. It then split into two similar tubes and became twin cocks, each with its own valve.

My torso stretched and thickened dramatically, ribs fusing and expanding into a long, powerfully muscled serpentine frame. Broad, heavy slabs of rubber muscle packed onto my back and sides, making every coil look carved from obsidian. My arms shrank and compressed with humiliating squeals, fingers fusing into thick, powerful mitts before retracting into heavy pectoral fins that ran along the upper curve of my new body—strong enough to crush or pin with ease. The black rubber climbed higher, forcing my neck to thicken into a massive, corded pillar of muscle.

Then came the hood.

It erupted behind my head with explosive force, a broad, dramatic flare of thick, heavily reinforced black rubber that spread outward like the hood of a king cobra on steroids. Wider than my shoulders had ever been, the hood swelled massively, its edges thick and muscular, creaking and stretching taut as air pressure forced it even broader. The surface gleamed with an intense, almost liquid shine, every subtle movement sending deep ripples across the broad, intimidating fan of rubber. It framed my transforming head like a living crown of pure demonic dominance.

My face pushed forward last, jaw unhinging with a deep pop as it stretched into a sleek, predatory reptilian muzzle. My nose melted flat while my cheeks and skull inflated outward, rounding into a heavy, powerful head that matched the muscular bulk of the rest of my body. Eyes bulged then sank into smooth, glossy black sockets ringed with glowing red orbs that burned with feral hunger. A long, thick rubber tongue slithered out between sharp fangs, tasting the exhaust-laden air. Every breath made my entire massive, muscular form visibly expand and contract, the latex skin stretching drum-tight with a constant symphony of loud, obscene squeaks, creaks, and hisses.

When the haze finally cleared, I was no longer human.

I was a huge, black rubber adder naga—easily ten feet of brutally muscular, inflatable coils that gleamed like polished obsidian under the lights. My body was packed with dense, inflated rubber muscle: thick arms fins, a barrel-like serpentine torso, and coils so powerfully built that they looked capable of crushing steel. The broad, dramatic hood behind my head flared wide and imposing, its edges thick and heavy, creaking with every slight turn. My underbelly was a slightly softer matte black that squeaked loudly whenever my heavy loops shifted against each other. The air valve at the tip of my tail leaked lazy curls of blue-white vapor, and every subtle movement sent visible waves of trapped pressure shifting beneath my taut, shiny hide.

A deep, echoing hiss rolled from my broad muzzle as I tested my new coils, the sound vibrating through my entire pressurized, muscular body.

“Shadow… what the fuck did you do to me…?”

The only reply was the low, satisfied growl of the wolf mech’s engine, his glowing eyes fixed on my new, gloriously inflated form and the wet, rubbery squeak of my own powerful tail tightening with helpless, ecstatic pleasure.

My coils shifted heavily on the concrete floor with a loud, wet squeeeak, the sound echoing through the garage as I tried to process what I had become.

Every inch of me felt right in the most intoxicating way possible. The black rubber skin was stretched drum-tight over dense, inflated muscle, shining like wet obsidian. I could feel the pressurized air trapped inside me—constant, throbbing pressure that made every subtle movement cause my body to visibly swell and relax with soft hisses. I wasn’t flesh and bone anymore. I was a living, muscular balloon of reinforced black rubber, engineered for power and obscene demonic pleasure.

Nashim and I had finally fused. We were one. Shadow brought over a large mirror so I could analyze what I saw. It was time to explore this new self.

The broad, dramatic hood behind my head was the most alien sensation. It flared out massively, easily twice as wide as my old human shoulders, thick and heavily muscled along the edges. When I flexed it experimentally, the rubber creaked loudly, the surface stretching even tauter until it almost gleamed. Red occult sigils would show when fully flexed, reflecting my new demonic nature and identifying me to other demonic entities. The hood felt hypersensitive—every shift of air against it sent shivers of pleasure racing down my spine-equivalent. It wasn’t just decorative; it acted like a massive sensory fin, picking up vibrations and temperature changes. When Shadow’s engine revved, the hood flared wider on instinct, making me look even more imposing and predatory.

My muzzle was sleek and powerful, lined with smooth, glossy fangs that weren’t for biting flesh but for gripping and holding prey (or rather, mates). My thick tongue, though not forked, constantly and instinctively tasted the air, picking up the rich scent of exhaust and rubber. My eyes—narrow, almost gleaming red orbs set in glossy black sockets—had incredibly low-light vision and could focus on the tiniest movements, typical of the cobra genus. No eyelids anymore, just smooth, unblinking rubber that made me feel perpetually predatory.

My serpentine torso was thick and barrel-shaped, packed with heavy slabs of inflated rubber muscle. The pectorals were two massive, rounded plates that rose and fell with every pressurized breath. Along my sides ran powerful lateral muscles that rippled visibly under the shiny black surface whenever I moved. My arms had become thick, strong limbs—dense, muscular flaps that could pin or squeeze with crushing force. They were surprisingly dexterous, able to fold tight against my body or flare out for balance and intimidation.

The real bulk of me was the tail and coils—twenty-plus feet of brutally muscular, inflatable rubber. It started thick at the base (wider than my old human waist) and maintained impressive girth for most of its length, tapering only slightly toward the blunt tip. Heavy ventral ridges ran along the underside, slightly softer, perfect for gripping surfaces or prey. The muscle layers beneath the latex were dense and powerful; I could feel them contract and bulge, allowing me to lift entire sections of my coils off the ground with ease or constrict with bone-crushing strength.

Inside, everything was hollowed out into reinforced air chambers and thick rubber bladders. There were no fragile organs anymore—just pressurized air, thick latex walls, and strategic internal valves that let me control pressure in different sections. When I flexed hard, certain areas would inflate even more, making the rubber stretch thinner and shinier, highlighting every cut of muscle. They were clearly made to hold as much air or gas as I wanted.

My cocks had split in two and become thick, segmented rubber tubes, surprisingly muscled-looking at the base and ridged along their length. They rested in a smooth sheath most of the time, but when aroused they would slide out with a wet schlurp, inflating further until impressively thick and erect. The flared heads had a small air valve that would leak exhaust-scented air when I was excited. Pleasure was completely different now—every squeeze or rub sent pressure waves through my entire body, making my hood flare, my coils tighten, and random sections of my tail visibly inflate with hiss after hiss. Orgasms weren’t localized; they were full-body pressure releases that left me hissing and squeaking uncontrollably as air rushed through internal channels.

The ventral side (underside) of my coils were a slightly softer matte black rubber, covered in subtle raised scale patterns that squeaked loudly whenever they rubbed together or against the floor. It was more sensitive than the dorsal side—perfect for feeling the warmth of whatever I wrapped around myself. The contrast between the glossier top and fully matte bottom made every loop look even more massive and powerful.

Every motion came with its own obscene soundtrack: constant soft squeaks and creaks as rubber rubbed against rubber, louder hisses when pressure shifted, and deep, echoing thuds when my heavy coils dropped or tightened. I was surprisingly fast despite the bulk—both coils and maw could lash out like whips or slither forward with smooth, rolling waves of muscle. The broad hood helped with balance and intimidation, flaring wide whenever I reared up.

Overall, I felt full. Constantly, deliciously overfilled. The pressure inside me was addictive, every breath making me swell just a little more. I was stronger, more flexible, and far more sensitive than any human body had any right to be. And beneath it all was the constant, low-level arousal of being a living inflatable toy—every touch, every squeeze, every hiss of escaping air reminding me exactly how thoroughly I’d been remade. I finally felt like myself. After all this time, I was Rubber.

Shadow’s wolf-shaped mech loomed nearby, its glowing optics fixed on me with clear satisfaction as I explored my new form, heavy coils shifting and squeaking, broad hood flaring slowly while a lazy curl of blue-white vapor leaked from the valve at the tip of my tail.

I turned my sleek muzzle toward the mech and let out a deep, vibrating hiss that made my entire muscular rubber body tremble with barely contained need.

“…I think I’m going to need a lot more exhaust.”

My heavy coils shifted with a deep, resonant squeeeak across the ground as I focused inward, trying to map the strange new mechanisms scattered across and inside my inflatable rubber body. The valve system wasn’t some simple balloon nozzle—it was a complex, living network of reinforced valves, pressure chambers, and internal tubing woven throughout my entire muscular frame like a high-performance hydraulic system. Every part of me was engineered to hold, direct, and release pressurized air and gas with brutal efficiency… and obscene sensitivity. I could feel every single one at any given time and all of them burned with need, wanting to be filled with even more hot exhaust.

The most obvious one sat right at the blunt, rounded end of my coils: a thick, glossy black rubber valve stem, slightly recessed but easy to spot once my coils were fully unfurled. It looked like a heavy-duty tire valve on steroids—wide, flared, with a small internal flap that could open or close on command. My coils could deflate or reinflate with ease. When I flexed the powerful muscles, the valve hissed louder, releasing a visible jet of pressurized air that made the entire length of my coils visibly deflate by a fraction of an inch before the internal bladders automatically compensated. The sensation was electric—like someone stroking a raw nerve ending that ran the full length of my spine. Pleasure and relief mixed in a single, shuddering wave that made my broad hood flare wide with a loud creeeak.

Running the entire length of my coils and torso were dozens of smaller, ring-shaped internal valves—thick, muscular rubber sphincters embedded between the heavy air bladders. I could feel them as subtle, ridged bands beneath the glossy surface, each one capable of sealing off sections independently.

There were primary zones, such as the coils (the thickest, most muscular section) which featured high-capacity bladders that held the bulk of my “core pressure.” When I tightened one, the valve ring squeezed shut with a wet thump, making the rubber stretch drum tight. The coils are segmented into three independent loops, each with its own valve access. I could inflate one loop of the bladder while keeping the others firm, creating deliberate bulges that looked like overfilled tires—perfect for pinning or crushing.

The torso chamber is a massive, shared bladder that fed directly into my barrel chest and the broad, muscular hood. When this valve opened, air rushed upward in a sudden HISSSSS, swelling my arms and making my hood explode outward even wider, the thick edges creaking as the rubber stretched to its limit.

The head chamber is a smaller, high-pressure reservoir behind my muzzle and eyes. Opening it made my head feel heavier, more solid, fangs getting larger and looking more fearsome as the pressure pushed my tongue out involuntarily.

My thick, segmented twin cocks had their own dedicated valves right at the flared tips—smaller than the coil valves but far more sensitive. When I was even slightly aroused, it would leak a thin, steady stream of exhaust-scented air, the pressure making the entire shaft visibly throb and inflate another inch. I would also later find out that there was also a hidden “pleasure valve” deep inside my sheath: a one-way rubber flap that could be triggered by full-body constriction or external squeezing. When it opened, it routed pressurized air straight into my cocks and hood simultaneously, turning every orgasm into a cascading pressure release that made my entire body hiss and swell in waves.

Also, I didn’t have lungs anymore—my “breathing” was pure valve management. A deep inhale through my nostrils would automatically pull in ambient air (or any kind of exhaust) through hidden intake slits along my underbelly, routing it into a central compressor chamber buried in my thick chest. From there, muscular contractions around the valves pumped the air wherever I wanted. I could clench specific muscle groups to open or close valves with pinpoint accuracy. The sensation was like flexing a phantom limb that ran through every coil. If something squeezed my body hard enough (or if I squeezed myself), safety valves would pop open automatically, releasing excess pressure in loud, rhythmic hisses that felt incredibly good. That said, thankfully, there were emergency relief valves hidden under the edges of my hood and along the ventral ridges. If pressure got too high, they would vent in a sudden, uncontrollable burst, making my whole body shudder and squeak while the excess air and/or gases escaped. The system could also recycle escaped air or pull in fresh air or gases, if for example Shadow revved his engine nearby. The richer the fumes, the faster and thicker I could inflate and the more pleasure it would fill me with.

Every valve movement came with its own soundtrack: wet schlurps as rubber seals opened, sharp pops when they snapped shut, and long, vibrating hiiiiiiisses during release. The pressure changes were visible—sections of my muscular coils would swell thicker, the black rubber stretching so tight it reflected the light, while other sections relaxed with soft, matte squeaks.

I tested it experimentally, clenching the mid-coil valve hard. My coils bulged dramatically in two thick, overfilled loops with a loud HSSSSSSSS, the rubber groaning under the strain. The sudden pressure spike shot straight up into my hood, making it flare massively, edges thick and trembling. A deep, needy hiss rolled out of my muzzle as my cocks slid free of their home, valves already leaking wisps of Shadow’s exhaust.

Shadow stepped closer, heavy metal paws thudding on the ground, glowing optics fixed on my visibly inflating, valve-controlled body. The low growl of his engines sent fresh waves of sweet, rich exhaust rolling over me, and I felt every intake slit along my underbelly greedily drink it in, valves humming as they prepared to pump the fresh pressure straight into my heaviest chambers. I looked up to him with hungry eyes, begging for more.

A sudden impressed whistle drew my attention. I had been oblivious to it, but Raven had woken up. He was leaning against the hangar doors, watching the whole scene unfold before his eyes, pleased with what he witnessed, in more ways than one, if one judged by his sheath fully filled already and his hungry eyes. “I could get used to waking up to this. Damn. You look fucking hot.”

All I could do was chuckle at his obvious aroused state. I felt like he was about to pounce me and rut me into oblivion. “I’d say I don’t believe you but that wolfhood of your betrays you. Why don’t you get your ass over here mister, so I can tend to that fat rod of yours?”

Raven gave me the most suggestive smirk. “Is that a promise, my sweet love?”

Holy shit. I lost the little composure I had left when he called me that. My new inflatable self was ready to play, and he was about to see just how much I needed him. My broad, muscular hood flared wide with a loud, creaking stretch, the thick rubber edges trembling as fresh pressure surged upward. A deep, vibrating hiss rolled from my sleek muzzle, my glowing red eyes locking onto Raven with raw, possessive hunger. “Oh, it’s a promise, my wolf,” I rumbled, my voice now a low, echoing timbre that vibrated through every inch of my rubbery black coils. “Come here. Now.”

Raven’s ears perked, his tail wagging hard as he pushed off the hangar doors and stalked closer, his thick red wolfhood already free from its sheath, heavy and throbbing. The sight made one of my internal valves twitch involuntarily, a soft hiss escaping the main coil valve as a curl of blue-white vapor leaked out.

The moment he was within reach, I struck. My powerful arms shot forward, wrapping around his waist with a wet schlurp of rubber on fur. I yanked him against my barrel-thick torso, my heavy coils surging up to loop around his legs and lower body in one smooth, dominant motion. The matte-black ventral scales pressed firmly against his fur, squeaking loudly as I squeezed just enough to pin him in place. My thick, segmented cocks slid free from their sheath with a lewd, pressurized pop, already inflating thicker and glossier, the flared head leaking its own sweet vapor.

“Mine,” I growled lovingly, lowering my broad-hooded head until my muzzle brushed his ear. “All of this… is yours to play with, but right now I’m going to take care of you.”

Raven let out a shaky, aroused whine, his paws roaming over the taut, smooth rubber of my chest. “Fuck… you’re so big now. So tight…” His fingers pressed into one of my heavy pectoral muscles, and the sensation made a whole section of my torso swell visibly with a deep hiiiiiss. I moaned — a long, rubbery sound that made my coils tremble around him. Then he found the coil valves.

His paw slid down along my massive coils, claws teasing until he gripped the thick rubber valve stem. “Can I…?” he asked, voice husky with lust and affection.

I flared my hood even wider, the muscular edges creaking loudly as I nodded, nuzzling against his neck. “Inflate me. Pump me full. Make your rubber adder bigger for you.”

Raven’s eyes lit up with pure adoration. He twisted the valve open with a wet click, and the moment he did, I felt the rush.

HISSSSSSSSS—

Fresh air — mixed with the lingering rich exhaust from Shadow — flooded into my coil base chamber. The pressure slammed through me like liquid ecstasy. My muscular coils visibly thickened, the black rubber stretching drum tight as heavy loops swelled outward, growing thicker and more powerful with every heartbeat. The ventral ridges squeaked louder against Raven’s thighs as my coils ballooned beneath him, lifting his weight effortlessly. My cocks throbbed violently, inflating another thick inch, the valves at their tip leaking a steady stream of exhaust-laden vapor in time with the hissing rush filling me.

“Ohhh fuck… yes…” I hissed, my voice turning breathy and sensual as the overwhelming pleasure melted my dominance into pure, loving need. I nuzzled deeply into the crook of his neck, my broad hood curling gently around the sides of his head like a protective, shiny black curtain. “Raven… my beautiful wolf… you feel so good against me. Keep going. Fill me up. I want to be huge for you.”

Raven groaned, grinding his throbbing wolfhood against the smooth, overheated latex of my underbelly while his paw stayed firmly on the valve, letting more and more air surge in. “I love you like this,” he panted, voice thick with emotion and lust. “So strong… so fucking full. You’re my perfect rubber naga… my love.”

Every new surge of pressure made my body respond with worshipful sensuality. My coils tightened around him in slow, rhythmic squeezes — not crushing, but lovingly possessive, the squeaking rubber sliding over his fur like the world’s most obscene massage. I undulated gently, letting the inflated bulk of my torso rub firmly against his cock, the surface growing slick with a thin sheen of condensed vapor. My claws hands stroked down his back and sides with surprising tenderness, claws retracted, tracing every line of muscle and fur while my long tongue lavished slow, wet licks along his throat and jaw.

The more he inflated me, the more I melted.

My glowing eyes half-lidded with overwhelming affection as another heavy hiss filled my mid-tail loops now, making two thick sections balloon outward until they looked like overfilled, muscular tires. “Raven… I love you,” I whispered hoarsely between hisses, my voice trembling with raw emotion. “You make this feel so good… so right. I’m yours. This whole big, rubber body is yours to pump and squeeze and love.”

He whimpered happily, speeding up the valve play, twisting them further open until the hiss became a constant, vibrating roar. My hood swelled massively, edges thick and trembling, framing my face as I leaned in to capture his muzzle in a deep, hungry kiss. My rubber tongue slid into his mouth, thick and flexible, tasting of sweet exhaust and pure devotion while my coils continued their slow, sensual massage around his body.

Raven’s hips bucked desperately against my swelling underbelly, his cock sliding along the warm, squeaking latex as pre leaked freely. “Love you too… so much,” he gasped between kisses, paw never leaving the valves. “Gonna make you the biggest, shiniest naga ever… my perfect love.”

I answered with a full-body shudder of pleasure, every valve humming as pressure redistributed. My cocks pressed hot and heavy between us, the flared heads rubbing slickly against his knot while my tail-tip valve continued to leak happy little puffs of vapor in time with my racing heart.

We stayed locked together like that — my massive, overinflated rubber coils wrapped lovingly and dominantly around my wolf, his paw steadily pumping me fuller, our bodies moving in slow, steamy rhythm as affection and raw lust blended into something overwhelming and perfect.

“M-More, Raven…” I moaned softly against his lips, hood flaring wide with another creak. “Don’t stop… make me yours completely.”

And from the way his tail wagged furiously, and his eyes shone with love, I knew he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Raven groaned, grinding his leaking wolfhood desperately against my warm, squeaking underbelly. His paw twisted the valves wider, feeding me more air in steady surges. Each hiss made my body visibly expand, my ventral ridges rubbing slickly over his shaft as my coils tightened in slow, affectionate squeezes.

He was losing control fast. His hips bucked harder, breath coming in ragged pants against my glossy chest. “Nngh… you’re getting so huge… so perfect…” His knot began to swell at the base of his cock, bulging obscenely as he rutted faster against the taut, overheated latex.

I moaned sensually, voice trembling with love as another heavy surge filled my mid-coils. “That’s it, wolf… let it build. I want to feel you lose it all over me.” My pectoral fins stroked tenderly down his back while my coils undulated, milking every frantic thrust.

Raven’s eyes squeezed shut, ears flat, a desperate whine building in his throat. His knot flared fully — thick, throbbing, and locked in place even without penetration — and his whole body tensed. With a broken howl of pure ecstasy, he erupted.

Thick ropes of hot wolf cum splattered across my shiny black underbelly and swelling coils in heavy, messy pulses. Each spurt painted glossy white streaks over the taut rubber, the warmth making my rubber skin squeak louder as it mixed with the thin sheen of condensed vapor. I held him tight through every shuddering wave, my hood flaring wide with a deep creak, a loving hiss rolling from my muzzle as I felt every pulse of his release.

“Raven… yes… good boy,” I whispered adoringly, nuzzling his cheek while my coils gave him one final, gentle squeeze. “Look at what you did to your naga… covered me so well.”

Raven slumped against my inflated chest, panting hard, his knot still twitching as the last weak spurts leaked out. His paws stroked weakly over the cum-streaked rubber, eyes full of love and bliss.

I kept him wrapped close, my body still visibly swollen and hissing softly, content to hold my spent, affectionate wolf against my warm, overfilled form. As for Shadow, he acted as our ever-watchful guardian, rumbling away and keeping us warm the whole time and feeding his rubber adder his precious exhaust, keeping his body huge and hot.

I woke up the next morning with the most intense feeling of things being “right”. I felt like things were getting back in place, at last. I was starting to be happy again. Except for my late waking life mate, I had never felt this kind of romantic connection. Just an intense emotion that transcends the boundaries of reality. Perhaps Raven came to me to mend the gaping wound Nick left. Either way, what we shared is sacred.

As for myself, I’ve awakened as Rubber and it feels… absolutely amazing. Perhaps I have Nick to thank for that. Without him stirring this side of me, without him ever creating his inflatable alter ego, I would have never created Cerulea and perhaps Nashim would have turned out different. In the end, I think things turned out well. Even though I still feel angry at the universe for stealing Nick away from me, I have gained so much along the way that I feel it is only fair that I pay tribute to him by being open as Rubber.

Whatever happens, Rubber is here to stay. If I ever am with another waking life mate, they will have to accept this facet of me. That is not negotiable. I come with Rubber.

Inside of this human shell, I am Rubber.

The end?