Breakfast in Bed by Shutaro

Breakfast in Bed

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Morphy's Genesis (Shutaro's Latex Menagerie, Part 3 (at last!))

(Morphy © his player, and used with permission; everyone else is mine ^^)

Vance Nightfur watched the monitor on his lab work station with eager anticipation. The large silver box, which was attached to the monitor, and sat on the other side of the room, whirred as it tested each of the samples. The data was quickly presented on the screen, in neatly ordered rows and columns. It was, to say the least, not encouraging; failure, across the board. He went over to the box, and opened it, removing the samples and disposing of them in a specially lined canister marked "BIO HAZARD".

Nanotechnology had come a long way in the past decade, but current technology was, in some ways, severely limited. Science was able to create tiny machines, capable of synthesizing and manipulating molecules, but the the machines were short lived, incapable of reproducing, and inorganic. This was sufficient for industry, as the short life span meant they tiny robots could never "run amok" or escape. However, the current technology was useless for most medical, and cybernetic, applications, as the 'bots had trouble creating some of the most critical, and most complex, organic compounds.

Vance was hoping to change that, however, by creating a new breed of 'bots that could not only self-reproduce, but could also easily create, and manipulate, even the most complex organic compounds. He called it project Biomorph, after the biological nature of this new generation of 'bots. Using his own cellular structure as a blueprint, he had been testing them on several different bio polymers. So far he met only with failure in trial after trial. Polyisoprene, aka latex, was the subject of tonight's failed experiment. The panther sighed as he washed off the last of the instruments, sealed the canister, and labeled it:

"BIOMORPH -- TRIAL Y

FOR IMMEDIATE INCINERATION!!!"

He sighed, running his thumb over the label.

"I'm running out of letters," he rumbled as he dropped the canister into the hazardous waste bin. He would have to start making up a new batch of robots for tomorrow's round of tests, so they would be ready when he arrived in the morning. He quietly set to work, neglecting the canister and it's... Slightly smudged label.

***

"How in the hell am I supposed to know what it says," the first janitor said, as they both inspected the canister's smudged label, "What am I, a Doctor?"

"It looks like it says 'Disposal' something," the second said, squinting at it.

"So go take it to the dumpster, with the rest," the first shrugged negligently, moving on.

"But it says bio hazard..."

"And I'm paid enough to care? C'mon, let's go..."

***

"--the FUCK?!?!", was all the first janitor could say before he was thrown clear of the dumpster by the explosion. Just as he had deposited the night's trash, including the canister, with a rough toss into one of the large dumpsters out behind the massive building.

His first thought, as he came to, and dusted himself off, was that the canister with the smudged label contained some kind of explosive. He looked left, then right... Checking for any witnesses, knowing if he was caught he could very well lose his job. Fortunately, he knew that this particular alley had no security cameras trained on it, and he didn't see anybody; not even the odd homeless person. Only a few stray cats. He was in the clear!

He quietly crept up to the dumpster, continuing to look around cautiously, to check out the damage. He was unharmed, aside from a few bruises, from the fall, and the smell of scorched fur and garbage. The explosion must not have been very big. Once he reached the dumpster, he was puzzled by what he found. Faint curls of smoke rose from a two inch hole in the dumpster's lid... He ran his paw over the still warm hole. It was too big to be a bullet hole, at least no bullet he'd ever seen. It looked, from where he stood, like whatever had hit the dumpster wasn't able to penetrate all the way through. The object must've hit something inside. It might still be in there!

Carefully, he climbed inside, amidst the smoldering trash, to investigate. Stomping out a few stray embers, he soon came to the object that had caused the hole. It was a rock, roughly the size of the hole in the dumpster lid. It had hit the canister, the one with the smudged label, that he had just thrown in, with all the other trash. Apparently the canister was strong enough to stop the object from going all the way through the dumpster. It took him a few more minutes to reason things out. It must be... Some sort of space-rock, or something. Hey! It could be valuable! He reached out carefully, trying to retrieve the rock from the purple goop that was leaking from the damaged canister. He withdrew it suddenly, with a sharp, hissing, intake of breath... The damn thing was still red hot!!! He grumbled as he saw the space-rock sink further into the goop. He made a face, the rather unpleasant smell of singed goo filled the air, and his nostrils, as the hot surface made contact with the cold ooze.

He tentatively reached into the slime, eager to recover what was, in his mind, probably a priceless moon rock, or something like that, only to recoil again.

Did it just...

Move?

Inching closer, he inspected the material in the canister. Was it moving? Naah... Shit like that only happened in movies. As he reached out for the third time to recover his prize, but the muck moved again; flowing out of the canister... Flowing up. Up?!?! The janitor could only stare, agape, as the goop rose up a few feet, and formed a near flawless replica of his hand.

So long as that janitor lived, he never returned to that dumpster.

***

It's a big, big universe. For all it's advances, all the new breakthroughs and discoveries made daily, there are still some things that science just can't explain. This was one of those things. Weather it was some sort of cosmic radiation, new chemical compound, alien technology, or just plain magic, that caused Trial Y to become aware, alive, nobody will ever know. But from the moment that meteorite pierced canister, it was aware. Primitive, as it's being was comprised only of a few grams of latex and feline organic matter suspended in an inert saline solution, but still aware, and hungry.

So hungry.

The first order of the day was to eat, and it did. Seeking out synthetics, plastics, rubber.... Anything organic, anything that contained enough of the simple building block materials that it needed to add to it's mass. In the dumpster such materials were, fortunately, plentiful, and it soon managed to double it's mass several times over before it was discovered. The more it ate, leaking from it's canister, oozing and slithering, digesting garbage bags, disposable plastic cups, forks, knives, and broken rubber bands, the more it became aware of itself and it's surroundings. It's first contact with life, however, was discouraging at best.

Curious about the creature that had disturbed it, and desiring a more substantial form, the purple blob naturally tried to mimic it. However, this only caused the creature to run, screaming, from the dumpster. Puzzled, but not discouraged by this development, it continued to pick it's way through the trash. This task went quickly, as it was aided by the addition of a new appendage, a replica of the one that had first prodded at it, only moments earlier. The blob continued to grow and grow. But as it grew and spread, it soon became more and more apparent that, in order to survive, some organization was necessary.

This organization was almost instinctive. Slowly, it pulled itself together, concentrating it's mass and beginning to work out a rudimentary shape, based partially upon the creature it had just seen, and partially on some sort of built in intuition. The humanoid form was easy, but it took several hours to work out the other fine details. The first attempt appeared to be flawless, but it was too heavy, too dense, to move and still lacked definite structure; rigidity. It incorporated some of the surrounding atmosphere, the air, into itself, in an attempt to shed some of the excess mass and add more stability. But this simple technique was flawed as well, and much of the the rest of it's time was spent adjusting and perfecting it. Too thin, and the air inside would escape, too thick and moving about was difficult.

In a matter of hours, he had a form, and was able to better explore his surroundings. Now that he had eaten, and had a form, what came next? It wasn't long before he began to wonder. Who was he? Where was he? What was he? Why was he here? The basic questions asked by most sentient beings. He inspected his canister first, but it yielded little answers. The label, already smudged, had also been badly singed and torn by the meteorite. "M-O-R-P-H-Y" were the only legible letters remaining. He picked up the canister, it being the only home he ever knew, and the only clue as to his identity, and carried it with him as he crawled out of the dumpster and into the world.

Glancing into a puddle of gathered rain water, he almost startled himself; getting a good look at himself for the first time. He was astonished by the details in his body, many of which which he didn't remember adding. The definition of his shape, and the pattern on his skin... He wondered what he was.

He was like this when Shutaro found him...

***

Being the first definitely had it's privlages. This is not to say that Shutaro treated those he brought to the Menagerie badly. But Morphy found that, over time, he was allotted a great deal more freedom than many of the others. Maybe it was because of his unique nature, Shutaro had not found another like him in his, almost nightly, excursions into the surface world; in search of furs to bring back to the Menagerie, where he could make them happy and show them a better life. Or maybe it was because, unlike the others, Morphy was largely immune to the kitsune's... Powers of persuasion. New arrivals were always bound to their rooms by a powerful suggestion, a charm spell, that prevented them from leaving. Not to say that they couldn't leave, physically, but they simply found that they had no desire to do so. This spell was removed when they became accustomed to their surroundings, and to their new abilities.

Morphy had never been charmed. He stayed of his own free will, and had been around long enough that he had access to places many of the others didn't. He was one of the few, only a dozen or so, who had access to Shutaro's viewing room, from which he could watch what was happening in almost any room of the massive underground complex. He liked to watch, especially when Shutaro was busy "playing" with the newcomers. He was one of only a half dozen there that knew how to operate the system of teleporters, which linked some of the more remote rooms and inaccessible rooms and caverns to the rest of the complex. He was the only one, aside from Shutaro, who was able to, and enjoyed, leaving the caverns to freely roam about the world above.

Tonight Morphy watched with rapt attention as Shutaro played with a new vixen he had brought in a few weeks ago. It was an initiation, of sorts. Once she burst, she would be free of the suggestion that bound her to her room and would be free to wander about the complex and interact with all the others. Her education would be complete, and the transformation would be permanent. He was, he had to admit to himself, somewhat eager to be the first to greet her. It wasn't very long before he was snapped from his daydream-like reverie by a distant, pleasure filled, cry and a loud BANG. The sound echoed throughout entire complex.

She was ready!

"Time to welcome her to the club," he said to himself as he activated the teleporter...

***

Morphy rematerialized almost right on top of Shutaro; who had, since the new vixen had burst, managed to shut off the hose which was still attached to him. But he hadn't deflated himself quite yet, so a fair amount of the room was still occupied by his grossly exaggerated... Anatomy. His shaft was several dozen feet long, and several feet wide as well. Hundreds of grey shards of latex were scattered about the room as well. They were too dispersed for the new graduate to begin to reform herself.

"How'd it go?" Morphy asked casually, stumbling a bit, using his wings to balance himself, to keep from tripping over the massively inflated foxycock. Shutaro grunted as he shifted his latex form a bit, squeaking gently, before a soft hissing sound began to fill the room.

"Should know," Shutaro replied, "Were watching. How you think it go?" There was that omnipresent hint of humor in his voice. Shutaro wasn't upset that he had been watching. He was rather amused, it seemed. Morphy cleared his throat as he bent and began to collect the shards of latex and gather them up in one spot.

"I thought it went well," he said, struggling to maintain his casual air as he made his way around the somewhat barren room.

"Need hand?", Shutaro asked, as his body slowly returned to it's normal proportions. With a brief shimmer, the kitsune was once again flesh and fur. Morphy looked around, giving the room a quick, visual, once over as he deposited the final handful of latex bits onto the bed.

"This looks like it," Morphy replied, as Shutaro straightened himself and summoned a fresh pair of clothes, "Shouldn't be too long before she's all one piece again," he continued, even as her pieces began to slowly melt together and re-form; instinctively returning to their original form. He watched as details began to immerge. Granted, they were faint; she was but a flat, two dimensional, airless shell of her former self. But it was the first time he'd ever had a chance to get a good look at her up close.

"Be gentle with her," Shutaro said, continuing to watch him with an amused expression, "Has had long night. Might get little upset if no let her sleep." Morphy jumped, startled out of another daydream-like trance by the sound of Shutaro's voice.

"Wha? ... Oh. I was just, you know... Making sure she got all back together... Ok," he stammered a little, a faint deep-purplish blush creeping into his cheeks. Shutaro just shrugged.

"Whatever... Just let rest for now," he said, as he activated the teleporter, "Next time want be first, no be afraid to ask." Shutaro said, finally, as his form blurred and then faded from sight; leaving Morphy alone with the deflated vixen.

"Wait!", he called after Shutaro, "You didn't... even... tell me her name..." he trailed off, and, after a moment of staring at the spot where Shutaro had stood only moments before, he returned his attention to the flattened vixen before him.

No nozzles; that was the first thought that went through his mind as he inspected her closely. Either Shutaro hadn't bothered to give her one, or she hadn't yet learned how to create one for herself. Or maybe she had, and simply neglected to do so. Whatever the case, he couldn't leave her like this. He leaned forward, careful not to wake her, even though she appeared to be quite soundly asleep, and blew several puffs of air into her limp muzzle. Just enough to make return her to make her three dimensional again before he tucked her in...

He yawned.

It was late, after all... The bed wasn't that big, but there was, probably, room enough for the both of them. Besides, it would be several hours before she would wake up, recovered from her ordeal. He carefully crawled into the bed, beneath the simple sheet, and curled up next to her; wrapping his wings about her cozily and drifting off to sleep...

***

It was an unfamiliar voice that woke him from his slumber, what had to be several hours later.

"Mmmm... That was... Wonderful," a contented female voice almost purred in ear his ear. It took Morphy's groggy mind a moment or two to put together what was what. By that point, it was too late, as he was roughly jolted into the waking world by a loud shriek. This caused him to promptly fall out of bed and land on the hard floor with a slight bounce.

"GYAA- *oof!* *groan*," was all he could manage.

"WHAT have you done with Shutaro, and WHAT are you doing in my BED!?!?!," she shrieked again, not giving him so much as a chance to explain himself.

"W- wait!", he stammered, trying to get to his feet, and promptly getting hit in the head with a pillow, "I can- *oof!*" He fell over again. This was not going well. Not at all. Not the way he had planned it, anyway. She seemed so much more... Docile when Shutaro was with her. He stayed down this time, hoping she didn't have any sharp objects around.

"Wait!" he called out to her again, "I can explain!!! Just give me a chance, here!" There was silence for a moment, then he heard the voice again.

"Ok... Explain yourself," she said... She almost sounded more hurt than angry. Without a doubt, though, she was much less compliant now that Shutaro's charm spell had been removed. He slowly peered over the edge of the mattress and saw the grey latex vixen kneeling there, naked, holding her pillow over her shoulder with both hands; like a baseball player at home plate, waiting for a pitch. Her face was stern, and here eyes narrow. She gave him 'that look', that patented expression that every woman was born instinctively knowing; the one that could bore holes through solid steel.

"Shutaro had to go... I'm a friend of his," he said, getting to his knees, on the floor, and raising his hands above his head; as if the pillow were some sort of deadly weapon, "He wanted me to make sure you were ok." Well, it wasn't entirely a lie. He did make the offer to let him stay there, after all.

"He did, did he?"

Morphy nodded furiously, "Yes, yes... Now, if you'll just put that down, maybe we can... Talk things out."

She eyed him, somewhat suspiciously, "You're like me," she said finally, setting the pillow down. He nodded again, getting back to his feet.

"You're not the only one. Dozens of us live in these caverns."

She blinked, "Dozens?" she said, sounding a little surprised, "So they all..." she faltered for the right word, "Spend time with Shutaro?", she asked.

"Some of them," Morphy answered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, "He just brings them here, and helps them get used to their... New form. Once that happens, they're free to wonder the caves. Free to... 'spend time' with whoever they want. Obviously, Shutaro is only one kitsune. He tries to give everyone equal attention, but the new arrivals take up most of his time."

"Oh..." she said, sounding a little disappointed, "I'm just a new arrival, then?" she asked.

"Were a new arrival," he said, trying to be helpful, "I suppose you could say that you graduated last night. You're free to go almost anywhere you want."

"I guess I wont be seeing him much anymore, then," she said sadly, letting go of the pillow and sinking back onto the bed. Morphy knew that these were residual feelings, last vestiges of the spell that had bound her here, and bound her to Shutaro, for the last three weeks.

"It's not so bad," Morphy said, inching a little closer on the bed, trying to "comfort" her with a single mindedness that would have made Shutaro proud, were he there to see it, "I'm sure he'll be back to explain things better than I can... But it's not so bad down here. Not as lonely as it is up there. You're lucky Shutaro found you where he did."

"How long have I been here?"

"A few weeks," he gave her a reassuring smile, "You're a quick study." That made her blush, faintly.

"I don't remember doing anything... It just came naturally, I guess," she said with a shy, nervous little giggle. She was already reverting back to her normal self, he could tell. The progression was always rather quick.

Awkward silence.

"Shutaro never told me your name," Morphy said, breaking the silence first.

"Amanda," she said, seeming to be intently focused on the pillow that rested in her lap, "I'm Amanda... What's yours?"

"Morphy," he replied simply.

"Morphy? That's an odd name..."

"Yeah," he said, "I'm not really... From around here."

She giggled, "You were brought here by Shutaro, right? Of course you're not from around here."

He shrugged, "Not like that, exactly. I'm a little different from the others."

Another long, awkward pause.

"So... We can spend time with anyone we want to?" she asked, finally.

"Yeah, pretty much. We all have a lot of freedom in that respect."

"Would you..." she paused, awkwardly, as a fresh blush spread throughout her rubbery cheeks, "Mind keeping me company?"

Morphy just grinned...

***

Amanda slowly raised her paw, inexplicably cupping Morphy's cheek gently and leaning forward. She pressed her muzzle against his firmly, something which was quite out of character for her... Under normal circumstances. She still wasn't quite sure who, or what, she was. The past weeks were still a blur; she still couldn't remember much of anything. But... There was something comforting about this, about the feel of his rubbery tongue against her own. Something comforting about the fact that the latex panther had watched over the entire night, without even knowing her name.

She trusted him, against her better judgement (such as it was). After all, who else was there to trust? Just her, Shutaro, and now this person... God, why was she so horny? Gradually, her questions, and her disbelief, soon fled as she felt his paws squeaking against her body; cupping her breasts gently before moving down to her stomach with another long squeak. She couldn't help herself as she spread her legs for him, and something inside her caused a giggle to bubble up as their lips parted.

"Mmmmm... You're a naughty one, aren't you?" she almost purred.

He grinned back at her again, "From what I've..." he paused for a moment, as if searching for the right word, "...heard, from Shutaro, so are you."

She smiled, feeling another blush creep into her cheeks. Much about her personality had changed, but it seemed that a fair amount of her modesty had been left intact. She let out a soft little moan as she felt his paws teasing at her sex, sinking back onto the bed further as she closed her eyes.

"How bout we start this over?" he asked, "How'd you sleep?"

"Mmmm... Like a baby," she purred again, feeling something odd inside her... Something like hunger. "I could use some breakfast, though," she said, offhandedly. She felt his nose against hers.

"Me, too," he replied. Something about that reply set off an alarm in her mind... But she couldn't quite put her paw on it.

"What's on the menu?" she asked, not sure what balloons ate, to begin with.

Morphy only chuckled, and replied, simply, "You."

She blinked, "Me?" Something about that didn't sound right, but before she was able to question, or protest, further she was cut off... The unasked question hanging on her lips for a moment, before dissipating with a pleasure filled sigh as she felt his fingers slide into her gently. She moaned softly, arching her back in response. Her eyes were still closed, and she didn't bother to open them. She wasn't sure she wanted to, right now, anyway. The feeling was enough to satisfy her.

She felt his tongue next, on her cheek first and then traveling down her torso, as if he were tasting her. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from her as he licked at the inside of her thigh.

"Wha-...? mmmm...", was all she could say, another unasked question melting on her lips as she felt the pleasure begin to build with in her. She relaxed further as she felt the smooth, stretchy latex tongue lapping at her slit... Neatly carrying away the latexy juices that slowly oozed forth, working it's way further up inside her. It was almost as if he knew that such pleasure would render her almost... Defenseless, dissipating any resistance that she could possibly offer. She moaned as he worked, lingering inside her before starting to move the rest of the way down her legs; to her feet. She squirmed slightly as his tongue tickled at her toes.

"Ready?" he asked, but she could only whimper softly in response.

"Ready for wha-? ... mmmm..." she said, as she felt warm, moist latex encircle her toes...

It felt... Odd. But not unpleasant, and the sensation was somewhat enhanced by her current state of arousal. Still, however, she kept her eyes closed. She could feel the front of latex traveling upward from there, fully encircling her feet, her ankles, and the lower portion of her rubbery legs. The sensation was not unlike the one she felt the first night she felt with Shutaro, only from the bottom up instead of the inside out. She offered no resistance as the latex slid up past her knees, and open her eyes, gasping in pleasure, as she felt the front of latex creep up past her waist. Her legs felt almost as if they were encased in a warm, moist, latex sleeping bag.

She gasped again when she saw what was happening to her... He was swallowing her! Swallowing her whole! She let out a little squeal as that alarm in her head went off in her hear again. She began to squirm against him... But he held firm, as his rubber skin stretched around her easily, tightening slightly, to prevent her from escaping. Her frantic squirming slowed him down, for a moment... But it didn't stop, and after a moments adjustment, he continued on relentlessly.

She cried out again, in panic, as she looked down at her body again. She was up to her armpits in latex panther. She flailed her arms, looking around for something, anything, to grab onto. Anything to stop this. She didn't want to be breakfast!!! However, her continuing struggles and efforts seemed to be in vain. Her outstretched arms didn't slow him down, rather they made it easier for him! Her smooth latex body lined up perfectly with Morphy's open mouth, slick throat, and hungry stomach. She flailed her arms while she cointinued to kick and squirm inside him, almost as if trying to swim against a current... But it was to no avail, as he continued to easily suck her inside. It seemed as if her kicks only served to pull her backwards, further inside, untill, paws unable to find purchase, she slid down into his belly with one, final, slurp.

It was tight, wet... Cramped, inside him. She couldn't breathe! Wait... She remembered she didn't really need to breathe to begin with. She could hear him purring around her as she struggled. She came to the realization, finally, that there was nothing she could so. She lacked the mass to wriggle free, and she was beginning to feel... Rather sleepy. She gave up the struggle to stay awake, as she could feel her body growing... Warmer... Softer. Her new struggle was simply to stay awake, but that too was a futile task.

"Not again!" was the last thought that went through her mind, before all returned to blackness.

***

Morphy purred softly as he patted his distended belly gently. She had stopped squirming, which made her easier to digest. Only one question was left in his contented mind... What was he going to tell Shutaro?

This was the third one he had eaten this week.

THE END?

(Yeah, right. ;) )

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