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In and out in fifteen minutes, that was the plan. Edwin had been scoping the place for days, and he couldn't have imagined a more perfect mark. These old factories, relics from the 70s with their family owners and old machines, they were always guaranteed to have something valuable lying about. Some old-fashioned client that insisted on paying with cash, some family heirloom or trophy kept around for good luck.

The owner, an elderly man who had the look of impending retirement about him, had a safe in his office. It was a strong make, uncrackable under normal circumstances. But the poor, naive fool had placed it opposite a window overlooked by a tree, and a few hours of watching with binoculars had given Edwin all the information he needed. He'd not quite seen what was inside, but his gut told him it was a good job.

So, fifteen minutes. Pick the woefully old and insecure lock, move quietly through the factory floor, enter the boss' office, unlock the safe and vacate. Done. Confident that he wouldn't be disturbed, Edwin emerged from the shadows, his usually sand-coloured fur looking white under the orange glow of the streetlights. Edwin was a coyote, average height, average build, average angular coyote face. He considered himself blessed in that regard. He was entirely forgettable, a bonus in his line of work. He was currently dressed in cheap trousers and a formal shirt, with a tie looped loosely around his neck. That was the trick for these business jobs - if you look like a burglar, someone will rat you out. If you look like a regular blue-collar worker, exasperated at having to return to work at midnight on a Friday, well, you were just another schmuck. The only part of his outfit which didn't quite fit in was his bare paws, all the better for moving silently while inside. But, whatever, he was "off shift" and it wasn't that unusual for canines to move barefoot in this city anyway.

Go time.

He made his way through the small employee car park, picked the lock with practised quickness and slipped inside. The factory was dark, but fitted with safety lights that illuminated the inside with a faint green glow. The owners had never bothered to fit an alarm. The air stank of warm rubber and burning plastic, making Edwin wonder how safe it was to breathe in. The factory floor was long and unsegmented, consisting of several large vats in pairs flanked by banks of electronics. Wanting to waste no time, Edwin took the most direct route to the management office, over a small metal observation bridge through the middle of the factory floor, overlooking the vats.

The bridge creaked as Edwin moved over it, but it seemed sturdy enough. The open vats below were strangely fascinating, filled with a black liquid so dark that for a moment Edwin thought he was looking at a deep pit, deeper than his eyes could comprehend. It was an unsettling sight, strangely beautiful in its unnaturalness. Edwin caught himself slowing down to look, and shook his head to snap himself out of it. Every moment he dawdled added to the risk of him being caught, and the fumes were starting to make him lightheaded.

The management office was small, with wood panelling that looked like it hadn't been touched in 50 years. A computer with an old CRT monitor stood on the desk in front of the window. Opposite, next to a row of filing cabinets, the safe sat recessed into the wall and with gloved fingers, he entered the combination he'd seen the elderly owner enter that morning. The door swung open, and for the briefest of moments, Edwin was disappointed. The safe was filled with an assortment of trinkets, giving it the impression of a disused cupboard filled with junk. But his keen eye quickly spotted an envelope tucked behind a row of files, and sure enough it was filled with notes. Next to it sat a watch. Gold, possibly antique. Edwin picked it up and weighed it in his paw. Definitely real, and definitely valuable. He guessed it must hold some sentimental value to the owner, as it had been wound despite not being worn. Perhaps a family heirloom, something from a grandparent? Edwin slipped the watch onto his wrist and covered it with his shirt sleeve.

Edwin pocketed the envelope full of notes, gently swung the safe door closed and made for the exit. Between the money and the watch, this had already justified the time he'd spent scoping the place out. No use losing it all because he got cocky.

He made it halfway across the observation bridge before he realised something was wrong. The meshed metal of the bridge was creaking more than last time. He tried to stop, to let the bridge settle down, but it was too late. The panel he was standing on gave way beneath his feet. He instinctively threw his weight to the side to catch on to the handrail, but that gave way too, and he found himself plunging head first into bottomless darkness.

The sensation was strange, like falling into treacle. He half slammed, half splashed into the mixture in the vat, the smell of latex filling his nostrils is covered him from head to toe. Somehow he managed to right himself, and despite the thick layer of goop covering his head, he was sure he'd broken the surface. He kicked instinctively, and his paws found the base of the vat. It was only a few feet deep, and Edwin thanked whatever Gods were listening that he was able to stand with his head above the surface of the liquid.

Moving quickly, he wiped a good amount of the black goop from his eyes, nose and mouth, the liquid pulling away in thick setting strands. He filled his lungs with air, the acrid smell of the vat feeling like the sweetest thing imaginable. He looked around, and was just able to discern a safety ladder leading out of the vat, illuminated by one of the soft green safety lights. With a surprisingly tiring effort, he waded over to it and pulled himself free, rolling over the top and collapsing panting to the floor below.

The latex covering his body had already begun to set, having been exposed to air outside the warm enclosure of the vat. He lifted his arm to the light, inspecting the thin black layer of shiny material clinging tightly to his skin. He could even make out the distinctive shape of the stolen watch on his wrist. He looked down at himself, and against every one of his thief's instincts, he let out a loud yelp.

He was naked.

Well, not strictly naked. The latex covered his entire body except where he'd managed to wipe it from his face, no more than a couple of millimeters thick at any point, but clinging to his body in an almost impossible way. His chest and modest abs were clearly visible in the contours of the latex as they reflected the dim lighting, and between his legs his sheath sat exposed, the pert flesh and large balls glistening with latex as though his crotch had simply been doused in black paint.

Without thinking, he grabbed a latex-covered paw at his chest and tried to pull the goop free, but it was too late. It had set, and despite its flawlessly smooth, skin-tight exterior, it had matted into his fur and wasn't going to come loose without a fight. Edwin took a deep breath to regain his composure. He closed his eyes. The gears began to turn, and from the depths of his memory he recalled something he'd overheard while staking the place out.

It was a new kind of liquid latex the company had been developing. The owner had been boasting about it to anyone who'd listen. When applied to a surface and allowed to cool, it ate through most low-density, non-organic matter to ensure a near-perfect seal without any preparation. Edwin breathed a sigh of relief. The damn stuff had eaten through his clothes, true, but it was designed to stop when it got down to his fur. He was safe. Naked and embarrassed, but not in any immediate danger. Even if he had to cut the matted fur off, he was a thief. He could easily hide out until it grew back.

At this point, his number one priority had to be escape. He climbed to his feet, the latex squeaking around him. The tightness around his crotch was especially disconcerting, the latex palpated his sheath and tugged at his nuts with each movement of his legs. It was like being nosed in the crotch by an over-enthusiastic lover.

Doing his best to ignore the feeling in his groin, he slowly headed towards the exit, picking up someone's discarded lab coat from a coat hook along the way to cover his nakedness. It didn't work, however, and by the time he reached the door the latex had already reduced the coat to a few tattered scraps of cloth. He knew he didn't have a choice. He was going to have to streak home while it was still dark, taking the gamble that the black latex would allow him to move unseen until he was safe.

He slipped out by the same door he'd entered by, and dashed back into the alley where he'd awaited his moment to strike less mere minutes before. From this point on, he was confident that he could move most of the way in shadow and out of view of CCTV. Despite the cold night air the skin-tight latex was doing a good job of keeping him warm, but he still felt exposed. He was very aware of his sheath standing between his legs, and he wasn't able to move without some small tug or rub reminding him that he was on display.

Two blocks over, he slipped into another alleyway. This one was a detour, not on the main path he needed to get to safety, but he need a break. As much as he'd tried to ignore it, the constant rubbing of the warm, sweaty latex over his sheath had begun to turn him on, the growing erection swelling his sheath, in turn causing the latex to squeeze back harder. It was a vicious circle, and dear god it was distracting him at a time when he desperately needed his wits about him. So, using the small part of his reasonable thief brain that was able to speak through the cloud of lust, he'd decided to stay still. Hold on and wait for the damn thing to go down.

But it didn't. The latex was so tight against his skin that everything was pushing his buttons now. His breathing now rubbed the suit gently over his nipples, the sweat helping it move just enough without tugging his fur. And the motion of his chest caused the rubber to tighten subtly around his crotch, where his large coyote dick had begun to push free of his sheath and into the black latex, smearing the inside with pre and beginning to stretch it out.

There was only one thing for it. He pushed two of his latex-clad fingers into his muzzle, getting them wet with his spit, before moving his paw down to the growing bulge and gently squeezing the emerging flesh through the rubber, causing a subdued squeak to echo through the alley. This small bit of direct pleasure was enough to send a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold air, and his cock slid another inch from his sheath, stretching the latex out further.

It didn't take him long to get himself to full mast, and he had to admit the sight was an enjoyable one. His canine cock stood to attention, jutting free of the sea of black latex. As with everywhere else on his body it clung to every contour, his flat, spaded tip clearly visible, as was the pronounced vein running down the side of his cock to his rapidly inflating knot. Unlike the rest of his body, however, the latex over his cock showed signs of being stretched. It had begin to go transparent at its thinnest points, the red flesh of his needy cock showing through the black in a stringy, marbled pattern.

The cockring-like effect of the latex squeezing accentuated his veins, and the way the shining, dark red flesh contrasted against his pitch-black body made him feel huge. He began to imagine what it would be like to show someone his current state, to make them admire his latex-covered cock before they sucked it, their tongue pressing against the latex at its thinnest points.

He began to stroke over his length rapidly, taking care to avoid motions which produced too much squeaking latex. His knot flared, pressing against the stretched rubber, which pushed back tighter than anyone Edwin had ever been with. It felt just like he'd knotted someone, the rubber squeezing over his veined cock and bunching behind the sensitive flesh. It didn't take much after that.

The orgasm rushed up faster than he'd expected, making him grit his teeth as he went over the edge to avoid making noise, shooting his thick seed directly into the stretched rubber covering his tip, and felt the warmth seep down his shaft as the cum forced its way back. It was a messy feeling, but not an entirely unpleasant one. His knot prevented the cum from going further, and Edwin squeezed the rubber just to feel the hot seed swirling around his spent cock. There'd been a lot of it, perhaps it was for the best that he'd not left DNA evidence in the alley after a burglary.

He tried walking a few steps. To his relief, despite the extra pressure against his now-flared knot, the fact that he'd allowed himself to cum meant that the latex simply felt good rubbing against his sensitive flesh, without triggering the all-consuming rush of lust he'd experienced earlier. With the rush taken care of, he felt a little embarrassed about what he'd done and suddenly more aware than ever of his nakedness. He knew he was more recognisably indecent now. His cock would be attempting to keep the latex knotted for a while yet, poking out in front of him and stopping the rubber from stretching back so that the flesh of his cock was faintly visible - but time was rapidly running out and he had to get to safety.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, and when Edwin arrived back at his apartment block, he made his way around back and climbed up the fire escape in the alley. The inside hallways were covered in security cameras and if even one of them caught him naked like this it would all be over. In the darkness the goop had added to his stealth, inside the corridors of his upmarket apartment complex he'd stick out like a sore thumb.

He'd always known he might need to enter his apartment this way, and he'd jury rigged the latch to pop open if a strong magnet hidden outside was held in just the right way. He slid inside, closed the window behind him and finally allowed himself a sigh of relief.

He lay on the wooden floor, too concerned about what the corrosive rubber might do to his sofa if it still hadn't fully set. He looked down at himself. His knot had finally retracted into his sheath, however the latex had apparently not lost its elasticity, and clung to his sheath as tightly as it did before, leaving the only reminder of his antics outside a vague sense of damp stickiness where the cum had matted into his fur.

He knew that he'd probably be able to cut himself free of the latex, he had a wide selection of esoteric cutting tools for infiltration and he was certain that one of them would be suited to the task. However, now that he'd allowed himself to relax and the adrenaline was wearing off he was facing a new, more pressing problem. He needed to piss.

Edwin weighed his options. He could attempt to cut the latex free of his sheath first, or at least make some kind of hole to allow himself to go, but as dextrous as he was he really didn't like the idea of taking something sharp that close to his sheath. Better to start somewhere else and peel it off, but that could take hours to get going and he knew the pressure from his bladder would just be making him jittery. The third option... What the hell.

Edwin sat up and walked to the bathroom, grasped the latex-covered bulge of his sheath at the hilt, holding it as tightly as he could without it being uncomfortable, and began to piss. He was expecting a feeling of rushing liquid around his cock, but instead he just felt a warmth surrounding his sheath as the latex bulged with liquid.

The black rubber swelled at his tip, eventually starting to droop under the weight of his urine and sink downwards, the tugging motion stretching the liquid rubber thin as it sagged, but at least ensuring that Edwin was safe from having the piss flow backwards past his sheath and seep into the makeshift rubber suit itself.

Where the rubber had been stretched, it became slightly translucent again, as it had done earlier when his knot had strained against it. Edwin could see now that the stream of urine as it flowed from his jutting tip was swirling around the thinner part of the rubber, before collecting in the melon-sized balloon of piss swinging awkwardly between his legs. He wondered for a moment if it might break and snap back towards him, but he was too far into his stream to comfortably stop.

The latex held, however, and when Edwin had finished he gingerly cupped the balloon in his palm. It was warmer than he'd expected, and he was struck for the first time by just how much liquid a bladder actually held. It was one thing to be stood in front of a urinal, sheath pointed down and watching it all drain away, but quite another to see it collected here, right in front of him.

Edwin sighed, he knew what had to happen next. He pinched the stretched latex in front of his sheath with one paw for protection and reached behind him for a pair of nail clippers. He punctured the balloon with one swift motion. The paw over his crotch proved not to be necessary as the rubber split neatly and a torrent of clear piss sloshed free and soaked Edwin's latex-covered legs before splashing to the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Relieved, Edwin began to pick at the latex where it had torn, pulling it back from his crotch and revealing his light-brown fur to the air for the first time since he'd fallen into that vat. He knew it couldn't have been more than an hour or two at most, but as he slowly peeled back the rubber it felt as though he'd been covered for days. It tugged a little at his fur as he went, but now that it had set and he'd begun to sweat underneath, it slipped off without any real discomfort.

When it was all off Edwin collapsed to the floor with a sigh of relief, not even caring as he landed in a puddle of his own piss. He already stank of sweat and latex anyway, he'd need a shower regardless. The money he'd stolen had been dissolved by the latex along with his clothes, though the old man's watch seemed no worse for wear. It shined as though brand new where he'd left it on the counter.

Edwin looked over himself. His coat seemed shinier now, but the sandy fur of his sheath was a matted mess of piss and cum. He knew he should be exasperated by this, possibly even a little disgusted. But as his eyes trailed from the mess he'd made to the pile of shredded latex in the corner that was all that remained of the impromptu outfit, he felt a small throb and the red tip of his cock poked free of his sheath, demanding attention.