Assimilation -- Part Three: Slimy, Yet Satisfying
#3 of Assimilation
**Assimilation
Part Three: Slimy, Yet Satisfying**
Written by Foxy McCloud
The early afternoon sun nearly blinded me as I stepped outside of my apartment building. By now I had spent nearly twenty-four hours with the living costume, and already I felt so attached to it. It was more than a costume; I felt in my heart that it was a normal living entity. It had a personality, feelings and emotions, and a sense of humor. He required nourishment, and company. Above all else, he needed me.
My last boyfriend, Todd King, dumped me not too long ago claiming that I was too clingy, and submissive. He couldn't handle the idea of taking care of me, and told me to grow up. He said how I was too immature, and that no one could ever take me seriously. What hurt the most is when he said I would die alone, and uncared for, because I was so desperate for both things. Unfortunately I still had to bear the heartache of seeing him nearly everyday; he was an art major like myself. For two months now I've been forcing myself to keep my eyes trained elsewhere during our shared classes, stubbornly refusing to let him see my heart breaking.
Since then I've spent my nights alone at my computer, spending time with online friends, and otherwise browsing around furry websites. What stung the most about the break-up was that he and I shared that common interest; he took me to my first furry convention last year. I knew I'd never find another guy who understood me so well, so I gave up on it. I spent my evenings drawing out my fantasies, and would upload them to websites in an attempt to reach out to people, and hopefully find ‘the one' again. I got a lot of guys telling me how good my artwork was, and a few friends, and a loyal fan base in two months' time, but no one struck me as ‘the one.' I had all but given up.
But then yesterday I came across Koga purely by accident. He was a costume, probably designed for some high-tech military purposes, but he had real emotions, and a real personality despite the fact that he was just a costume made out of rubber and some metal. He lives, and breathes, and he feeds off of me. He took care of me, refusing to leave me to sleep naked in that empty building. He brought me home, and let me sleep inside of him so I wouldn't freeze. The warning document said that he was my master, and I was his pet, but I truly believed that was a formality. Whatever control he had over me was purely consensual as far as I was concerned.
I heaved a sigh as I boarded the subway; part of me was glad to be alone for a little while, but a part of me missed Koga already. I was still upset at myself over the morning's incident, but I was also upset knowing that I had to consider my own actions more carefully. I've never had anyone depend on me before. Maybe this is something my ex wanted me to learn, although I doubt he never thought I'd learn it this way. The feeling of being needed so badly was a little overwhelming, to be honest.
The subway chugged along its route as normal, but my thoughts were broken as my eyes fell upon my rubbery tail. It had rested against my thigh suggestively; I didn't really mind it being obvious, because I was proud of being a furry. But I couldn't recall placing it there; I still had yet to understand how to control it. I tried to imagine how a cat normally would control its tail, and yet my human mind could not grasp the concept. I knew I would have to get a detailed explanation from Koga; I giggled to myself as I imagined him training me how to properly use a tail. But I stopped giggling as it slid up my thigh, and found the waistband of my jeans. Within moments it had slid back down my pants, and wrapped against my crotch. I blushed in obvious embarrassment, but dared not draw attention to myself amongst the small crowd.
It began to tease my cock lightly, tickling my head with determination to stimulate my mind. Eventually it got its wish as it coaxed me into an erection. I crossed my legs as the awkwardness of the situation burned my cheeks scarlet. I decided to try and focus my mind on my day, and ignore the molestation happening to my rubber torso.
Upon arriving at my stop I strolled right over to the nearest restroom, silently condemning myself for foregoing underwear that day. Not that it would have prevented my situation, but it would have at least offered an obstacle course to delay its actions. I stepped into a stall, and proceeded to pull down my pants. My tail firmly cupped my groin, and I simply glared at it before pulling it away from me. I didn't quite know how to scold a tail, nor did I really want people hearing me attempt such a feat, so I just dropped it behind myself before pulling my pants back up.
It seemed to have gotten the message, at least for a little while. It hung lazily from my back as I made my way through the streets, and I arrived at my campus with some time to spare; I only got lost and late whenever I was in a hurry, as irony so often seemed to come into play for me. I made my way around the buildings, and ignored the jeers I was used to receiving. People knew I was a furry, having been very open about myself while with my ex, and it was a source of my constant harassment. I hated going through campus alone.
Someone pulled on my tail as I passed by, stopping me in my tracks, and immediately gawked at me as he realized what it was made out of. "Nekko, you're such a freak. Now you're wearing a rubber tail?" he sneered as I tried my best to ignore the offender. I turned away and continued on towards class; I didn't even want to be bothered hearing whatever other insults he had for me. I hid my own tears; it was hard being alone in an unforgiving world. But it felt so much more forgiving last night. Any world is forgiving so long as there is someone who accepts you.
I entered my classroom, and sat down at my usual desk. Soon enough everyone else slowly trickled in, and class began. As time ticked by my tail got more and more impatient. It dug its way into my pants again, causing me to shift around so no one could see what was going on. It slowly slid its rubbery tip against the slit of my penis, and my precum dotted along the inside of my jeans. My face flushed as it selfishly wrapped itself around my testicles, and squeezed them gently. I looked at the clock in anguish, and began to count down the minutes in my head. Ten minutes left of class, and then I was free to head back home to take care of my problem.
My tail gave up on my dick for the short meantime as it slunk in between my legs, and forced me to shift myself around. Soon enough it was poking and prodding around my asshole, and I gripped the sides of my desk in anticipation of the worst. I bit my lips as it carefully slid deep inside my anus; sweat glistening upon my forehead. I had no idea what to do; my tail was fucking me in class!
"Mister Felis, if you need to excuse yourself it is quite alright," my professor called out, snapping my attention upon his irritated expression. I must have made enough noise to interrupt class. Immediately my ears burned; all eyes were upon me. Did they know what was going on? "You obviously need to use the restroom," came an urging from my teacher, so I nodded desperately.
I didn't care if they knew what was going on, just so long as I could find relief from my groping anatomy. I gathered my belongings, and quickly left the classroom; I had placed my pack in front of me as I exited so no one could see the bulges dancing around my midsection. I slipped into the nearest bathroom, and breathed a sigh of relief as I found it to be empty.
"Alright, just do it already," I begged as I dropped my jeans to the floor. "Please, jerk me off already! Do something! This is driving me insane!" I knelt down on the cold tiles of the floor, and whined at my tail. I was desperate for release; Koga would understand after I explained the predicament I was in. My tail complied, and it began to trace itself along the outer rim of my asshole, and I gasped in pleasure. "Yes, please give it to me. I promise I'll be a good boy from now on," I purred, crouching low to grant my tail total access to my rubbery bits. I teased and caressed one latex ass cheek with my hand, and shuddered at the erotic sensations that coursed through my nether regions. The feel of rubber against my skin was sublime.
My tail then entered my asshole, and began to thrust itself in and out of my hole. It didn't have to force its way inside of me; my rubber ass had been reformed from my first transformation to grant easy access. The rest of it wrapped around my stiff member, and fondled it slowly. I couldn't help myself as my voice gave into my emotions, and I began to moan loudly. I noticed they came out more delicately, though, almost as if I was meowing instead of moaning. I didn't let myself think on that for too long, as my focus was directed more so on my tail's deviant ideas.
After a few minutes of toying around with my lower regions my tail suddenly let go of me completely. It pulled itself out of my ass, and my rubbery groin flopped down as it gave in to gravity‘s whims. I sat down against the floor, and whined a little. Before I could really complain it had flipped up between my legs, and wrapped around my neck. It began pulling me down, and forced my back to stretch to accommodate its wishes. I fell onto the floor; it had somehow managed to force my head to face my own crotch. My back ached, but as I got used to the positioning I relaxed into it. I didn't even want to imagine how it managed to do that to my human body, but I was intrigued in its plan. With as much of its free length it pulled my erection towards my mouth, and managed to slip it inside of my awaiting mouth. I gladly suckled on my own rubbery dick, enjoying the taste of my own body. I remembered doing this very same thing the afternoon prior, only it was forced by Koga's own desires as it controlled my body. This time my tail was the instigator of my self-satisfaction.
I felt guilty for betraying Koga once again, but the tail wouldn't let go of me. I sucked and licked my cock with vigor; how I wanted to taste what Koga tasted. I had never tasted my own cum before, and I wondered what made it so delicious to him. So my own curiosity forced myself to continue on with my tail's plan, and I wrapped my arms around my legs in an effort to help my body maintain the position. Before long I could feel an eruption swelling in my groin.
I braced myself as the thick, creamy liquid suddenly filled my mouth. My tail slacked, and my body fell backwards onto the floor. My back throbbed in pain from the sudden repositioning, and I nearly choked on my cum in the process. I found the taste of it to be... odd. A little bitter, a little salty, but at the same time sweet and creamy. It was nothing like what I expected a rubber penis to excrete; my mind assumed I cummed something that would taste like latex or rubber. I wanted to spit it out, but then remembered Koga's feelings when he watched it wash down the drain this morning. To him I wasted food. I decided to at least respect that, so I swallowed my own cum. It trickled down my throat, and my body convulsed slightly. But it quickly got used to it; I hadn't eaten in nearly twenty-four hours, so it was technically the first bit of nourishment I'd had in nearly a day. I honestly found myself enjoying the taste, and fingered around my crotch to acquire more of it for my impromptu lunch.
I laid upon the cool floor for a few minutes longer as my body tried to calm down from my own activities. I was still hot, and still a little slick with sweat. I had managed to pull my pants back up, and my tail simply wrapped itself around my right leg. I hoped it would behave appropriately now, but I would make certain to learn more about it from Koga once I got home. My attention was suddenly drawn to the door as its low squeak alerted me of a sudden presence. I quickly stood up, grabbed my pack, and fully intended to leave the scene before anyone could notice me.
"Nekko?" came a familiar voice. I wasn't quick enough, and it was someone who obviously recognized me. Upon seeing the source, my eyes fell upon my ex-boyfriend. He was taller than me, and had long blond hair. Part of it fell over his face, while the rest of it either tucked behind his back, or spilled over his shoulders. I looked up into his eyes, and saw general concern directed at me. I quickly averted my gaze.
"Hi, Todd," I found myself saying in the awkwardness of the moment. Today he was wearing a sleeveless shirt in respect to the fair weather, and he wore a pair of flashy tear-away pants. He and I used to take advantage of the school's expansive gymnasium after class together, so I was used to seeing him in athletic attire, but since we broke up I noticed he's been going there alone. A brief part of me wondered if he wore those pants to grant someone quick access after a hard day of working out, or if he was still flying solo.
"How're you doing?"
"Fine, I guess." I didn't know what to say to him after a brief love affair with my own body, current personal events notwithstanding.
"You look good."
"Thanks."
He brought my face up to stare into his own. "Are you mad at me?"
"I don't know what I am," I stated, and realized the irony of my own statement. I didn't know what I was right then; was I human? Was I turning into a cat? What was I? I tried not to let on the gravity of that sentence as I stood face to face with my old lover.
"Nekko, I'm sorry," he began as he gently pushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I could tell today you were upset, more so than usual. You couldn't even look at me. I never wanted to see you like this."
"Todd, not now," I said as I began to push myself past him, but he gripped my arm before I could leave his presence. "I have to go home."
"Nekko, please, can we at least talk about things? I want to at least try being friends."
"I don't know," I stated bluntly. "I don't... I don't want to talk about this right now."
Dejectedly he let go of my arm, and watched me leave. I swore I heard him whisper something about a tail, but I didn't stop myself. I was certain that the next time we talked he would inquire about my new appendage, but for now I was relieved to escape his passive interrogation.
The journey back home thankfully went without incident. I entered my apartment, and found Koga still glued to the television. His ears seemed to twitch slightly when I shut the door, but beyond that he remained as he was. I plopped my pack on the ground, and clamored over to him, standing directly in front of his face so he couldn‘t avert himself from me. "I've missed you," I stated plainly, wanting to fall into his arms. I was still nervous about that morning, but I knew how much we needed each other. He needed me for food, and I needed him for comfort. It was a strange relationship, but I hoped it would lead to more. Even if he was a costume he was still a living, breathing, entity with feelings and emotions. He was person enough for me. Koga looked up at me, smiled crookedly, and hugged me by my legs.
"Koga miss Nekko, too," he stated as he buried his head into my legs. Despite his broken speech his voice sounded so sweet, and melodic. It was exactly the kind of smooth voice I needed to hear after dealing with that encounter with Todd; it soothed me. "Koga want to go with Nekko next time."
"I'm not sure if you can come to class with me, but we can go places together, sure," I offered as I fell into his lap, certain that we were both over this morning‘s events. He shifted around to give me room between his legs, his groin brushing up against the small of my back. I leaned into him, and he began to gently rub my stomach. It was all a sweet moment, and it only confirmed to me that he really enjoyed being with me beyond needing me for nourishment. "Maybe in a little while I can show you around town a bit. I‘ll have to find you some clothes, though. I doubt people would take to a naked anthropomorphic tiger, though they might just not care if you‘re clothed."
He continued to gently massage my stomach, and nuzzled me appreciatively. He ran his other paw through my hair, and I could hear him purring in my ear. "Anything for Nekko," he finally said. "Koga sorry for anger this morning. Nekko is good to Koga. Koga thinks Koga is getting better at talk now, because Nekko show Koga a way."
"You're using complete sentences, Koga. I'd say you're better than most human adults," I laughed, reminding myself to teach my companion about pronouns later on. For now, though, it was rather cute.
He then brought me down to lay upon the couch, and laid on top of me. I could see a mischievous smile forming upon his muzzle as he pulled my shirt up and over my head, depositing it on the ground beside the couch. "Koga knows what you did earlier with tail," he purred.
I looked at him with curiosity. "You do?"
"You prove to Koga you care about Koga," he continued as he nuzzled against my bare chest before he began to unzip my jeans. I obliged the direction the moment was going in by kicking off my sneakers. "You eat your food. No waste it. Koga proud of Nekko for caring so much." As he finished his statement he slipped my jeans off of me, revealing my body to him. My rubbery features twitched slightly at the sudden exposure, and he gently laid his body upon my own.
"How did you know I did that?"
"Koga is master of Nekko," he began to explain as he traced a circle on my stomach with a finger. "Koga can control Nekko. Koga made Nekko tail sex Nekko, and Nekko prove he care about Koga by no wasting food. Nekko eat food. Nekko like food, too," he giggled before narrowing his eyes at me playfully. "Koga make Nekko eat food more times if Nekko wants," he smirked, knowing all too well that I enjoyed the taste.
I gawked at Koga; it was Koga's control all along that forced his tail to stroke him off. I didn't know whether to be upset, or glad, or even what to think. But I understood what he meant; he was testing my loyalty to his own feelings. By eating my own cum I proved that I cared about his concerns. I nodded slowly, and just forgave him for abusing his powers. I deserved it, to be honest.
"Koga love Nekko," he purred. "Koga love Nekko so much. Koga never leave Nekko, because Nekko cares for Koga. Koga never be cold in locker again, so long as Nekko want Koga with Nekko."
My heart leapt into my throat. "You... you love me?"
He looked up at me, and nodded. "Koga love Nekko. Learned word ‘love' today, and it is right. Care for Nekko. Laugh with Nekko. Trust Nekko. Sex with Nekko. Many ways to love Nekko, and I do."
"Koga, I love you, too," I said. His pure white body glowed as the sunlight illuminated him from behind. He looked like an angel, and he truly meant every word he said. He wasn't stupid; he just couldn't talk before today. He understood love. Then I realized he might be hungry; he hadn't fed off of me since early that morning. "Are you hungry, Koga?"
"Very much so, but no want to make Nekko feed me so soon after getting home. Just cuddle until Nekko say okay. Koga can ignore hunger." He shifted himself around, and a slight wave of chilliness enveloped me as his warm rubber body uncovered my own.
He cared about me so much he was going hungry until I would let him feed off of me. "Please, Koga," I stated with a nod. I brought my hand down to stroke my rubbery groin a few times in enticement. "Please, help yourself. If we're here, at home, and you're hungry, then please help yourself. I'll stop anything I'm doing so you can."
"Nekko want inside Koga, or want Koga to drink?" He eyed me with concern. He had warned me earlier that the more often I wore him as a costume, the more I'll slowly lose my human body, and become a rubber tiger. I'd already worn him twice, and through it my entire lower torso had morphed into rubber, and a tail had grown.
I thought about this for a moment. Part of me didn't care which way, but the sensible part wasn't wanting to give up another bit of my humanity just yet. I knew that I would eventually trade in my body to become Koga's true rubber pet, but at the same time I wasn't in a rush for it. I wasn't sure if I was prepared to get used to another new body part just yet. I was still afraid of turning completely into rubber, but I had faith in Koga at the same time. Regardless, I made my decision for this feeding.
"Just drink this time, Koga. I'm not certain if I can take another transformed body part just yet," I answered. "I'm still nervous about you turning me into rubber."
"Okay, just drink. Koga knows Nekko is nervous. Koga tell Nekko that Koga think Nekko will like being rubber," he stated before gently licking my rubbery dick. "Rubber is fun. Soft, gentle, stretchy. It feel good." He purred the words out slowly; combined with his gentle licks my cock quickly became rigid against his inviting tongue. "Koga knows Nekko will like being rubber pet. Koga also knows Nekko likes being human. Koga knows Nekko needs to make decision."
"How many times... oh... until I become rubber?" I asked, my body enchanted with pleasure.
Koga shrugged. "Koga not know. Koga never had human before. Koga want to know, too," he chuckled before continuing rather seriously, "Koga love human Nekko. Koga will miss human Nekko, but Koga will love rubber Nekko, too." He enveloped my dick with his muzzle, and gently suckled briefly before leaving go long enough to say a final sentiment. "Rubber Nekko is human Nekko. That will no change. Same body, same life, same heart. Do not be afraid of rubber Nekko, because rubber Nekko is only different skin."
I relaxed at this, and gently petted his scalp as he continued to suckle at my groin. He lapped around my balls, and gently caressed my sides. He wasn't just giving me a blow-job; he was pleasing his lover. I let out soft mewls of adoration, and bucked my hips slightly to help him along. He took my balls in his paw, and began to gently fondle and squeeze them, causing a soft squeaking to sound out every now and again. My arousal burned with passion for the tiger, and I could already feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm forthcoming.
"Koga, don't stop... it... I'm going to..." I heaved out gargled words, desperate to let him know that I was going to cum. He understood this, and just focused on sucking my own cock more, all why gripping my balls with steadfast determination. A few moments later I could feel a stream of my own juices flowing into his mouth, and I could feel the sensations of him swallowing while still wrapping his muzzle around my cock. It felt so good to experience someone drinking my own cum while still engorged upon my crotch.
He then gave a final lick as he released my groin from his maw, and rested his body next to mine. We looked into each other eyes, and gave each other the kind of joyful grin lovers do. I was beside myself with happiness knowing how much he meant to me. I decided that he wasn't a costume. He might have been one by definition, but he was more than one to me. He was my partner.
I promised myself that next time he fed I would allow him to fully encase me again. I wouldn't fear my own transformation so long as I'd be with Koga forever.