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Tiffany was not the type of cat to do anything halfway. Bright eyed, well-groomed, and filled with energy, she practically bounced from place to place spreading her own brand of quiet zeal for life. Nothing held her mood down for long. Her friends could always count on her to help lift their spirits.

With her boundless energy and optimism, any mate would be lucky to have her. Her lustrous orange and white fur, pleasant face, and moderate curves added to the package. How a quiet, reserved German Shepard in a flannel shirt managed to win her heart remained a mystery to this day. When questioned about it, the cat only replied that her puppy, Zeb, had his own wonderful passion that rivaled, or even eclipsed hers. A teasing smile usually accompanied this declaration.

She sat on the couch at home, the TV droned on in front of her, but she paid no attention to the screen. Her green eyes focused on the clock hanging on the wall to her right. Tiffany counted each minute until the time her mate usually arrived home from work. Her white tail tip bounced excitedly in her lap. Anticipation buzzed through her body, standing her fur on end as the clock hands ticked ever closer to six-thirty.

Today marked her puppy's twenty-fifth birthday and Tiffany had spent weeks looking for the perfect gift to stir her other half's heart. The search seemed hopeless; Zeb already owned a wide array of wonderful, interesting toys. After a month of web browsing, the cat grew to believe she'd never find the perfect present.

Bouncing to her feet, she hurried into the hallway. Traffic might be holding Zeb up, he usually arrived within five or ten minutes, but she couldn't wait any longer.

She entered their bedroom. A large, soft mattress sat in the middle of the room, light streaming in through the large window behind it. Clean white walls reflected the glow, amplifying the afternoon sunshine. A cedar chest rested at the foot of the bed.

Tiffany walked around to the walk-in closet. Suits, dresses, and winter clothing hung inside. Hanging tucked away at the far ends were black leather straps, silver rings of metal, and lacy outfits. The shoe boxes underneath contained enough toys to supply a small porn studio. She reached for the shelf above, clearing away a mess of fuzzy winter caps hiding a thin cardboard box.

Sliding it out from under the pile of hats, the cat turned around and carefully set it on the bed. She'd torn the taped flaps open with a pair of scissors. Folding them back, the glittering black fabric came into view. Running her paw over the cool, artificial material, she shuddered. A purr rumbled in her throat. This would be her first time wearing the suit.

Recommended by a friend on the kink forum she frequented, the Slave Suit as the manufacturer dubbed it came with glowing reviews from the handful of people fortunate enough to own one. Luckily, Tiffany had more money than inhibitions and had eagerly placed an order.

She pulled the suit out, the large piece of shiny material dangling in front of her. A tiny sock for her tail wagged between the legs, a zipper ran down its front, an oversized metallic tag on it. A hood with large ears topped the ensemble off.

Tiffany pulled off her shirt and slid out of her pants, working extra fast, one hand gripping the cool black outfit. It clung to her fingers as she set it aside to unclasp her bra. Her panties came off soaked in her juices. Everything landed in a pile at her feet.

Stretching out a slender leg, the cat pulled the tight material over her fur. Her second leg stepped in, the suit bunching up around her knees. With a strong pull, it slid up. The soft material clung to her fur and wormed between her toes. Her tail filled out the limp sock. She pulled it around her waist, dragging the zipper up to her belly.

She shoved her arms into the sleeves, fingers struggling to find free space in the gloves at the end. The material settled in around her hands as well when they found their spots at last. The tightness pressed against her shoulders, the outfit feeling too small and tight even before she zipped up farther.

Her latex-covered paw grabbed the cool metal tag. It slid upwards, stretching taut over her fur. It slipped up between her breasts, the restrictive suit crushing them against her ribs. The zipper reached the bottom of her neck at last. She pulled the hood up, letting her ears settle into the hollow triangles made for them.

Everything felt normal. Tiffany waited as the restrictive suit clung to her skin. She glanced around awkwardly, wondering if it was defective and what to do for Zeb's birthday now. She'd teased him that morning at breakfast with promises of a very special surprise.

The cat reached for the tag to unzip the dud suit. Her fingers struggled to grip the zipper, feeling like they were wrapped in oven mitts. She glanced down and saw balls of latex swelling over her hands. The zipper vanished into black material, leaving only the tag dangling from her neck. The cold metal bounced between her breasts as she fidgeted in surprise. A chill filled her boobs, sensations magnifying as the suit smushed against them. Wetness filled the space between her skin and the tough rubber, her fur melting away as the latex blended with her skin. The hood stuck to her head, her hair vanishing as the black tide dripped down her forehead. Her breast bulged outwards, the big rubber pumping her mammaries full of dark magic, black nipples sprouted from the suits ends, tingling in anticipation.

It buzzed against her groin, folds of the gooey fabric pouring inside her vagina. She gasped, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling upwards as latex lined up her walls, churning against them. Her lips puffed out, shiny rubber tightening into an inviting ring. It slipped between her ass cheeks, too, stuffing her butt with a slippery plug, while her rubbery butt extended outwards. Her legs shook as her insides continued to pulse. The writhing mass spread open forming an inviting space for a cock to slip into. For now, it pulsed teasingly along her walls, slick juices dripping from her altered body.

The suit poured over her face, leaving only her blue eyes uncovered as it flowed into her open mouth. Tiffany gagged as it filled her, the tide smoothing out and plastering along her mouth like it had the receptive inside of her pussy. Soft rubber capped her sharp teeth before enveloping her thin, raspy tongue in its strong, bitter taste. She tried closing her mouth, but the suit prevented that, hardening around her muzzle to keep her lips open. The coating stopped just short of her throat.

Moaning, she rolled onto the bed, mitten-covered hands pawing at her vibrating groin. The steady thrum spread to her clitoris, drilling pleasure into the rest of her body, but not satisfying her. She pressed harder, the soft material bending against itself as the tight ring of her pussy frustrated her attempts at self-pleasure. Her clumsy, encapsulated hands produced no friction against the slippery coating.

Tiffany thrashed against the sheets, heat filling her face beneath the black cocoon. Her fists pounded against the mattress, her legs squeezing tight together in another vain attempt to quench her burning sex. In desperation, she pressed both hands around the zipper tag. They failed to find purchase, the silver metal slipping out of her grip and frustrating her further.

Grabbing a pillow, she stuffed it between her thighs and furiously humped against the soft cushion. The slippery suit made it hard to keep it in place and it folded under the pressure, useless for satisfying her urge.

The wooden clunk of the front door opening heralded the arrival of her savior. The heavy footfalls of her mate sounded through the house as he padded towards the bedroom.

Tiffany quickly rolled over and got into position, resting on her elbows, rear raised towards the ceiling, tail pushed up high to reveal her latex-shrouded lips. She leaned her head over her shoulder, watching for him to step into view. Her body yearned for release, she wanted to run out and tackle him to the ground, but she remembered her plan to appear seductive.

Zeb stepped through the door, pulling his cap off and holding it in his big paws. Prematurely silver fur covered the tip of his muzzle, the rest of the canine's coat a blending of dark brown and black. He wore his red flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt, revealing his chest, well-muscled from years of hard labor.

"Babe, you won't believe the kind of day I just had..." his tired rambling trailed off as he noticed the latex-covered cat presenting her moist sex. He stammered in surprise, wondering how this strange thing found its way into his bed. He recognized the soft blue gaze staring hungrily out from beneath the tight suit. "Tiffany?"

"Yes?" the cat purred, her voice muffled by the latex coating inside her mouth. Zeb knew her come-hither look all too well and even half-garbled that teasing tone still managed to entice. His fur stood up, itching against his flannel jacket.

"Where'd you get that? What is it?" he asked.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Tiffany howled in frustration, tight rubber pulsing furiously against her clit. The German Shepherd jumped in surprise, ears tilting back at the high-pitched yowl. Her hands struggled to grip the sheets through their mittens, searching for any sort of support to ease the tension. She rocked her ass back and forth, a leathery scent wafting to Zeb's nose, Tiffany's spicy musk barely perceptible underneath it. "Please, Zebby! I need you!"

His hands worked furiously at the buttons. He tossed the shirt and his cap away with no concern for where they landed. He slipped out of his muddy boots, stretching his toes out on the fluffy carpet. Tiffany moaned the whole time, just in case her need wasn't clear.

Heavy paws padded to the bed's edge, Zeb tilted his head to view her swollen lips, engorged and coated with black rubber. He raised a thumb and wiped it along a curve. The feline howled at the slight touch, shoving her rear backwards. His hand pulled away, leaving her shuddering with need.

"You naughty girl," he growled, smacking her shiny ass. A loud, wet crack filled the room. Tiffany gasped one cheek stinging with pain. The suit vibrated against her sore flesh, the ache echoing through her lower body. A strong hand gripped the base of her tail, pulling her upwards, her legs stretched to raise herself up. "Doing something like this to yourself without your master's permission."

"I'm sorry," she whined pitifully. Her body shuddered, a red handprint shining through her leather-encased booty. Powerful fingers gripped her sore cheek, squeezing. Tiffany moaned in response. "Please... punish me!"

"I should just leave you in that suit and let it torture you," Zeb growled, his eyes cold and dark. His thumb moved inwards, pressing against her ebon oval. The pressure surged through the thick material, resonating deep within her flesh, juices slickened her walls as a blush colored her cheeks.

Tiffany moaned, rubbing herself against the single digit, her rubbery flesh folding around Zeb's hand. The vibrations surging through her walls increased, anticipation buzzing in every nerve. She couldn't bare it anymore, but her master didn't reward begging and would leave her alone just as threatened. The thought of being trapped inside the suit's teasing embrace for even an hour seemed unbearable.

"Whatever you want... Master!" she gasped pussy trembling in pleasure.

Zeb's wet thumb slid over her lips, the rubber squeaked softly against his wet finger. A grin spread over his face, eyes still dark. "You're even more like my little sextoy now, aren't you? Not that you weren't already."

Tiffany gasped at being called his toy. The words amplified her joy a thousand times more than the suit ever could. She nodded, pawing at the covers with her mittens. No longer capable of speech, she could only grunt in assent and wiggle her ass.

Still using only a single digit, Zeb slid lower and applied pressure to her nub. The latex squeezed her pink flesh like a vice, tiny tremors massaging her clit. She screamed, legs buckling, her rear held aloft by the canine's strong paw. Her tail stretched, muscles feeling like they were tearing apart. The knuckle of his index finger moved up, pinching her between it and his thumb. The flow of pleasure increased. Tiffany screamed through the suit, eager cries muffled by soft latex.

The vibrations stopped as Zeb's hands released her. Her butt slumped against the bed, her tail no longer held up. She purred, drooling on the sheets, while precum leaked from her needy mound.

As she lay there moaning from just the stimulation two fingers offered, she imagined what the canine's full, hard cock would feel like stuffed inside her.

Her mate stepped around the bed, his heavy footsteps stomping towards the closet. Overwhelmed, Tiffany couldn't even raise her head to see what he was fetching. The sound of metallic links jangled in her ears. Two black leather bands landed between her arms, a shiny, thin chain connecting the cuffs together. Kneeling on the bed, Zeb pulled her arms together and looped the chain between the bars of the headboard; he wrapped the thick bands flush around her delicate wrists. Her arms stretched out in front of her, Tiffany yanked on the cuffs, the chain weakly clanking against the wood.

She turned her head, staring at her master's belly. Putting her tired elbows to work, she raised her upper body, rear still pointing up into the air atop her spread legs. Zeb scratched behind her ears, her body turning to putty as warm pleasure tingled through her skull. Her tongue lolled out, mimicking her mate's expression whenever she rubbed his belly.

Another contraption of leather bands dangled in front of her face. A thick red ball hung in the middle of a circular bridle. Zeb yanked the gag around her head, the ball popping into her open mouth. Her exclamation of surprise came out muffled as he secured the straps around her head, completely silencing her.

Again, Tiffany tugged at her handcuffs, but Zeb knew his craft well and they held fast. The ball gag stuffed her mouth, rubber-coated teeth tight around the insertion.

Ignoring her desperate whimpers, the canine shuffled around to her rear. Her legs sank backwards as his weight bent the mattress down. A sharp zip echoed in her ears, her heartbeat quickened at the familiar sound. Clothing dropped off the edge of the bed as Zeb finished undressing. Strong hands grasped her thighs, raising her weak legs upwards.

Tiffany moaned, her pussy dripping liquid pleasure down her thighs. Her muscles shook against his hands.

"You already so worn out by this suit?" Zeb growled disapprovingly. "You're not even worth fucking at this point."

"Mmmnooo!" the gag muffled her reply. She shook her head from side to side, shoving her butt towards him, the latex stretching tight over her wet sex. Her cheeks pressed against his furry abs. A soft point bumped against the bottom of her vagina. Her moans deepened. Pressing her mittens against the mattress, she humped insistently, the head of Zeb's penis brushing her clitoral hood. She tilted her head back, eyes begging to be fucked.

"Hmph," he glared down at her tail. Tiffany knew he couldn't resist her steamy gaze for long, no matter how much he enjoyed tormenting her for hours at a time. Sooner rather than later, his knot would be caught in her tight pussy, locking them together in bliss.

His groin leaned away, the soft tickle of his fur leaving her sensitive latex casing. The triangular head abandoned her leaky sex. An arm lowered and his dull claws poked at her lips. Tiffany gasped, tensing up just as four fingers shoved into her tight vent. She screeched around the ball gag, her pussy shook, splaying around the forceful digits. He pumped against her, his knuckles sinking past her greedy ring. Again the latex tightened, pressing against her sensitive skin and gulping at Zeb's fingers. A clear sheen poured out of her, the canine's cock slid upwards, rubbing between her legs, cool lubricating goo dripping over it. He slid himself up her waist, his hand working back and forth through her vagina. His other set of fingers pressed against the latex covering her anus, pushing the plug buried beneath it farther inside. Tiffany gasped, body shaking in ecstasy. Her legs pressed together, rubbery thighs hugging Zeb's cock, while her insides squeezed his fingers.

The massive amount of fluid sloughing out of her made it easy for Zeb to slip his hand and cock free, leaving Tiffany feeling empty and pent-up again. She humped against the air, breathing heavily. The tight layer covering her pussy stopped vibrating, halting the horny cat's growing pleasure.

Zeb watched her struggle. She pulled at her cuffs, trying to reach his dick with her booty. The silver chain held fast, the soft leather chafing against her latex skin.

A paw rubbed his cock, working the smooth precum over its entire surface. The unending shower of fluid from Tiffany's lips soaked a damp spot into the sheets. As his fingers glided easier and easier across his length, he pressed the wet tip to her clitoris. She froze, warm flesh trembling beneath the latex.

Zeb smiled, finding it cute how she tried to pretend she wasn't yearning for his hard knot. He slid his solid trunk farther up her lips, enjoying the soft rubbery texture against his skin. Tiffany suppressed a whimper, pussy hot with desire.

Leaning over top her, the canine felt the cool material against his stomach fur. His penis slipped between her cheeks as a hand reached around and grabbed her chest. The massive latex boob smushed against his paw pad. The sticky cocoon squeezed her real breast, waves of pleasure stirring through her mammary tissue. He grabbed her other dangling melon and squished it as well, doubling the pulsing sensation. The wet rod brushed against her leaky vaginal lips.

Her walls clenched around the clingy suit, squeezing more juice into her tunnel. Pain welled from her chest as Zeb pinched her nipples. Her belly tightened and then her whole body tensed in anticipation. Her silence broke as tears welled up in her eyes, moaning in desperation. She slid backwards, sandwiching the dog's member between her cheeks and his abs. A long, drawn out meow died behind her tight gag.

He ceased pinching her left nipple. His fingers returned to her thick thigh, pulling her leg upwards. She lifted the appendage, spreading her swollen sex open. Zeb slid over her back, cock rubbing downwards until his tip lay between her lips, primed to sink inside. His other arm lingered against her belly, groping her swollen rack.

"Are you ready, Little Bitch?" Zeb didn't wait for a reply and shoved into her tight, latex hole. The suit resisted the thick layer narrowing in response to being penetrated. Tiffany growled, the shrinking pulling her uncomfortably snug around him.

With a loud howl, the canine penis rocked against her sex, slashing through her resisting passage. His palm tightened around her boob, his elbow pushing against her thigh, coaxing her back onto his thrusting wood. Feeling like her sex might burst open at any moment; the cat threw herself against him. Inches of canine penis slipped through her opening, the pace unbearably slow. The vibrating latex resisted, making Tiffany desperate to get it inside and raking over her needy hole. To make things worse, the buttplug swelled up and pushed into her ass as if to taunt her.

Zeb yanked her leg out farther, the latex squeaking against his paw. She remained stubbornly closed, the wet layer inside unyielding. If Tiffany hadn't been gasping in desire, he'd believe she was making the suit resist on purpose. Though the tautness stimulated his hard on, stiffening it to an unbearable level, he needed her soft, yielding walls to put it to its full use.

His thick knot reached her puffy lips, his tapered member unable to advance past the swollen ring. Her insides ground around him, writhing and sucking like Tiffany's eager mouth. Fluid dripped over his fat base and down his balls. Straightening up, he thrust against her, holding her waist in place. The suit sucked at his hardness, tension brimming within his rod. His balls bounced against cool rubber.

A thumb pressed against Tiffany's ass, determined to keep her a slave to the suit's torment while resisting it himself. He wouldn't allow the magical device to control his enjoyment. Zeb would only satisfy himself once fully inside Tiffany's needy hole.

She yowled, hard latex digging into her crack. The circular point hit a wall, warm joy spreading through her cheeks and up her tail. The sharper canine dick pumped against her snug walls, the thick black goo slowing its movement as it dragged against the pink skin. Tiffany felt every tug and pull as an unbearable burning itch. His knot bounced repeatedly against her vaginal lips, bouncing with eagerness to get inside her.

They must have triggered something as Tiffany's groin loosened just as Zeb prepared a strong thrust. He fell against her, popping his tapered base through the restrictive latex ring. A soft triangular tip speared Tiffany's deepest wall, bundles of pleasure zipped up her spine. She clenched around him, shuddering with need.

Zeb leaned over her back again, wrapping his arms around her belly. His cock jostled through her latex depths, finding the most sensitive part of her by listening to her soft gasps. Once lined up with her g-spot, he hugged her tight and pulled back, knot pushing against her tight lips. The suit shrank her opening ensuring they remained stuck together. It needn't bother; Zeb's cock would leave only after his sperm swam through her. The canine rocked forward, massaging her whole passage and crushing her pleasure center. The strength of the ecstasy stunned her, only his powerful arms keeping her upright. Her torso slumped against the covers, while her butt bounced in rhythm to his forceful humping. Her swollen breasts pressed against the mattress, the softness of the sheets tangible through the suit's skin.

She bit her gag, pleasure dripping from her lips as the canine's thrusts built upon each other, building her climax by leaps and bounds. Tensed and moaning, her hands curled up inside the mittens.

Zeb relaxed his pace, rod sliding slowly through her sex when it had just been a relentless hammering. Tiffany gasped her body hot, right on the edge of release. The dog chuckled in satisfaction, hearing her needy moans filled his balls with desire.

Ungagged, she'd be begging for him to finish up. With her mouth full, she moaned and vocalized her need, rocking weakly against him. His arms restrained her, keeping her motion in check, only slow, teasing brushes traveled through her.

"Who's my good Little Bitch?" he whispered in her ear, before biting the large, black fold. The overwhelming flavor of latex flooded his tongue, but he ignored it, chewing on it.

The cat gasped, too lost in pleasure to notice his teeth nibbling her ears. He bit the back of her neck, fangs digging into the suit. It thinned out, letting the sharp points break through to her skin. Tiffany's blue eyes widened and filled with tears, a strong sensation of helplessness penetrated her along with his dangerous teeth. Her pussy buzzed, groin tight.

Zeb's hand slid back, fingers teasing her clit as his pace quickened again. His mouth kept him rooted in place atop her back, her scruff stretching as he undulated his body against her. The cat shoved back against him, her legs shaking, covered in latex, and drenched with precum. The canine rod shot into her, skillful fingers spreading her hood and squishing her nub up against his engulfed knot. Hilted against her g-spot, his member used short, powerful bounces to stimulate it. She clenched her legs, squeezing his hard knot.

Body burning with desperate need, she pushed onto her mate's shaft, feeling his soft cap dig against her depths, the stiffness anchored between her shaking pussy walls. Feline pupils rolled upwards, Tiffany's mouth stretching open, tongue plastered against her gag. She came, orgasm rolling through her stomach and out her vagina, more latex-enhanced cum squirting around Zeb's cock. She kept her ass raised, letting him pound her through her throes of passion. Cool relief filled her as her mind emptied, awash in the sensations Zeb's stiff length shot through her body.

Grunting, he felt the tension swell in his loins. Surging back and forth, he threw himself over the edge just as the pulsing latex relaxed. Tiffany gargled something incomprehensible, but satisfied as Zeb unloaded into her exhausted pussy. The hot spurt dribbled against the restrictive latex, his own sperm washing back out around his cock head.

His mouth relaxed, releasing the feline's neck from his bite. He lay atop her, panting as his member settled down, a satisfied exhaustion creeping into his body.

Purring, Tiffany rubbed her back against his chest, clad in the smooth suit, Zeb missed the feeling of her warm fur. One disadvantage to the suit, but not a deal breaker in light of its other features. His muzzle leaned towards her ear. "Good girl."

She blushed through the latex, cuddling even harder. His knot trapped him inside her, but he didn't mind enjoying the warm, wet afterglow in the wake of their frantic session. He rubbed along her thigh and belly, before reaching up and undoing her gag.

"Happy birthday!" she smiled through the mask, craning to look back. "Did you enjoy your present?"

His eyebrows rose in surprise. The busy day had erased all thoughts of his birthday and her promised surprise from his memory until now. His features softened, just like his sex. He grinned down at her. "I always enjoy you."

"You sap," she grinned cattily.

He shoved forward, half-hard member sliding against her tired walls. She squeaked quietly, surprised. The gag in his hand rose towards her face. "I think that's enough out of you."

"No wait-!" Zeb resecured the toy in her mouth, strapping it in place. He stroked her head patronizingly.

"Sit tight," he said, pulling his deflated cock out of her lips. She groaned as warm goo oozed passionately from her hole. Her legs slid outwards, her belly lying atop the cold, damp spot their passionate intercourse had left. "I'm gonna get a snack and then I'll be back to unwrap you."

Tiffany moaned, heavy footsteps thumping down the hallway. She sighed, closing her eyes ready to relax before the next round. A slight buzz tickled her vagina. Her ears twitched, the teasing sensation growing stronger against her pummeled flesh. She moaned, hoping Zeb would hurry back.