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[b][u][center](Latex) Wolves of the Forest[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Zohaku[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Leroy shook his head as he stepped out of his car, the engine idling for a moment before he pulled the keys out of the ignition. He carried them a few feet away from the vehicle, dug a little hole out by the side of a stump, and buried them there. It should keep for a while, and it was safer than leaving the keys in the car or tucked up under the wheel or something like that. He doubted that there was anything around here that would dig up his keys for something to eat, at least, not intentionally. Thus secured, he walked to the back of his car, pulling open the back door and dragging a box out.

[i]This is going to be a fun weekend,[/i] he thought to himself, chuckling as he placed the container on the hood of his car. It opened easily with a flick on the front of the lid, revealing a silver latex suit.

It was far from just a suit, though. He didn’t know how it worked, nor did he have any real intention of finding out as long as it kept doing what it did. Magic, technology, he honestly didn’t care; when he wore it, he wasn’t human anymore, and that was all that mattered. He pulled it out, shook it free of wrinkles, and set it down again as he started undressing.

He didn’t fear anyone passing by and seeing him. Leroy had been through the woods many times, and he knew where the public paths were, and where the trails annoying teens used to get away from their parents were. This place, while accessible by car, was hardly something on the main road or near any of the other paths. This was a place of quiet, solitude, and – for those that were looking for something different – just what they needed.

As soon as he’d taken off his clothes and powdered himself up, he slipped into the latex suit. It was smooth and easy to pull on, now that he was properly ready for it, and he sighed to himself as he felt it cupping and squeezing at his legs. There was a tightness to it that was just the wrong side of natural, something that made it feel like the latex [i]was[/i] his skin rather than merely resting on it. It was a comforting sensation, in its own way. He let himself enjoy it, seeing the way that his toes stuck out through the latex socks of the leggings, before pulling it up the rest of the way.

The smooth silver rested on his chest and his belly even before he pulled up the zipper in the back, a hood hanging over the chest and waiting for him to pull it over his head. He knew how it would feel once he’d done that. He’d be blind, essentially. Except for a vague sensation of light and dark, he wouldn’t be able to see a thing, or even be able to hear very well until it was all over and done.

[i]And then, I’ll find her.[/i]

Just thinking of ‘her’ was enough to make him smile, his lips turning up at the corners as he imagined what they would do this weekend. The last time he’d been up, he hadn’t bothered bringing the suit, not expecting to find someone that would need it. This time…oh, this time, he was ready.

Leroy reached up to his hood, feeling it surprisingly well through the latex fingers of his suit, and dragged it backwards. It pulled over his head, and then down to the back of his neck before settling into place. He gave it a few tugs, making sure that it was properly settled, and then dragged the zipper up the rest of the way.

[i]And just about…there.[/i]

As it slipped into place, he felt the zipper disappear. He didn’t panic; that was what it was supposed to do. Or at least, that’s what it did every time. Whether it was supposed to do that naturally, he never knew, he just expected it.

The hood sealed itself in place, pulling tighter until he could feel the latex clinging to his lips and nose with a death grip. He grunted slightly, forcing himself to keep breathing even though his body told him that he was going to suffocate. Air passed through the suit, running down his nose and into his body with ease. Well, relative ease. He still had to breathe calmly, or it wouldn’t work at all.

He took several slow breaths, making sure that he was okay, before he slowly reached out his hands. Feeling his way along the car, he dragged himself towards the front, oriented himself in the proper direction, and took off. It wouldn’t be long before the suit was active, and he wanted to be somewhere further off for that.

It was always exciting, and a little dangerous, to be finding his way through the forest while completely blind. He didn’t know where he was going, what lay ahead, what might be waiting to trip him up, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the destination, and he knew that it wasn’t too far to go for that. Leroy panted slightly, his excitement making it a bit harder to breathe for a few seconds before he calmed himself once more.

[i]You need to focus. Need to focus.[/i]

He shivered, his breath calming down and coming a bit slower again after that. He stumbled and shuffled through the forest, finding his way along. Soon enough, he felt the bark of the trees against his hands, telling him that he was on the right track. He kept walking, even as the leaves and the roots along the ground started to bump and nudge against his feet in almost painful ways. He didn’t pay attention, just kept walking.

It was not far, now. He could feel the familiar rustle of the leaves, hear the soft growls of the predators in the distance. They were out there. She was out there. He would find her soon.

As he took a few more steps, he felt the first slippery slid of the chance. The suit was already working. Leroy groaned as his leg struggled to obey him on the next step, stretching somewhere between the thigh and the knee and giving him a longer limb for a moment before snapping back together. The same happened with his other leg, slowing his pace immensely.

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

The smooth-faced mask kept him from speaking, but he could imagine what it looked like. The latex was going from shiny solid to slippery liquid, stretching every time he moved and trying to hold its shape for as long as possible. He could feel the heat inside, feel like the suit was pulling itself tighter around his body every time that he moved, like the stretching was pulling him in and consuming him in some way.

It was glorious.

He panted and grinned as he kept stretching, his arms starting to droop towards the ground. It felt like they were getting pulled down by his fists, his body moving and slipping further and further towards the ground. All the weight in his shoulders and upper body was falling into his arms and his feet, everything getting heavier, swinging out further with each movement that he made.

Soon, Leroy could feel his arms brushing the ground, everything sagging down with the new weight. His shoulders felt like they were almost nonexistent, like he had become a triangle with his head at the top and his arms forming the sides. Every step he took only increased the sensation, making him feel like his arms and his legs were melding together.

That, of course, was because that was exactly what they were doing. Pushing together, becoming one shape, his lower body was mixing with his upper body. His head stuck out of the mass, but only barely, everything feeling fuzzy as his arms, legs, chest, hips, all melted together to form a single solid mass. His head turned this way, that, and then back again as he realized he was no longer walking, unable to move with his new body.

Then, his head started sinking, the rest of his body spreading out over the ground. Bit by bit, he was falling into himself, like a slow-motion fall from a great height. Everything was decompressing, slipping away, becoming something else. He was something else, something other. No longer solid, but liquid, something different and wrong and right all at once.

He fell further, further, slipping into the different state, his body feeling so slippery and wet and drippy. His head was hollow, now, the shape of his head caving in on itself. Droplets of latex ran down the sides of his face, getting warm before falling away completely. He was water. He was latex. He was liquid.

The rest of his body finally collapsed in on itself, the triangle becoming a circle, and then becoming a puddle on the ground. He laid there, content to be nothing but a puddle for a time, enjoying the feeling of just soaking up the last bits of sunlight through the trees, enjoying the feeling of not having to move, of not being able to move.

And then, slowly, purpose caught up with him. She was waiting. She was wanting him to come to her. He needed to come to her before she had to come looking for him, or she would be upset. He didn’t want her to be upset.

So he pulled himself upwards, dragging himself from the body of latex that he had become. The liquid formed itself into legs, forepaws that reached forward and gripped the earth with all the power of a proper predator. They yanked at him, dragging him slowly out of the puddle as it diminished with each successive inch of his new body. His legs got longer, and as they reached the shoulder of his new body, they pushed into something far more bestial than a mere human.

He growled as his new muzzle pierced the world again, coming free of the puddle and dragging a head with it. His nose flared, nostrils picking up different scents than any human ever could, sucking them into a brain that could understand them in a way that a human could never translate. He took in one breath after another, forcing himself to breathe in the stink and the scents of the forest, taking in the smell of prey, predator, and – like himself – other. There were others…not many, but some.

The latex wolf kept emerging from the puddle, his body developing more and more as the puddle diminished. Soon, he had the full body of a wolf, one that was shaggy-furred, the details in the silver that covered his body from head to toe, though not flexible like true fur would be. He stood on four legs, the latter two slowly coming free, and he could feel the muscles that were given to him. Trim, toned, but powerful, ready for running for hours and with the strength to bring down whatever game crossed his path.

Leroy growled under his breath, opening his mouth and running his tongue over his new teeth. They were fangs, true rippers and tearers rather than the simple biting tools of a human. He grinned to himself. Even with the softness that came from their new material, they were sharp, useful tools, something that he could use at need.

He pulled himself free, standing in the latex pool as it ran through his hind paws and into his back. He felt his tail pushing free as it formed from the last of the material, looking over his shoulder to see its emergence. It was gloriously long, beautiful and thick, and he knew that there would be few people that would resist his beauty. He was a beast that belonged in the woods, and would rule them for the time that he remained.

[i]I am the wolf. And the wolf is me.[/i]

He turned around, testing his new body, feeling the differences from walking on two legs when he had to walk on four. The way that his center of balance had changed, the way that his tail was as much a counterweight as it was a rudder with his movements, was all made clear by whatever magic had made this possible. He remained still for a few seconds, allowing it to come to him, and slowly, he started moving as if he had been a wolf all his life. He smirked in the wolfish way, his mouth parting just enough for his fangs to be visible, and he chuckled to himself as he started walking down the forest path.

Everything had taken on a silver-tinted tone. He blamed it on the suit, rather than the species; it was not the gray scale of something bestial, like he had seen in the movies, but rather a silver-coated layer that covered everything. The trees, the ground, everything seemed like it had been covered in a dull chrome, not shimmering but metallic, something that made it look all artificial rather than real and vibrant.

He didn’t mind. He had something else that would give him life once more, and she was not that far away, from what his nose was telling him. Leroy smiled, loping along to the left, following the soft scent of metal and latex in the air.

It didn’t take long to find her. She was half-hidden behind a bush, but her body was the only thing that reflected light in this gray world. He smiled to himself as he trotted along to her, lowering his head as he came up to the other gray wolf.

No, the other silver wolf. She leaned in, nosing against his muzzle, and he turned his head to give her access to his neck. It was the proper thing, his body told him, and he would do what was proper.

She sniffed him, nuzzled him, and then turned around. He followed as she led him away from the paths, deeper into the forest, further from any possible interruptions. Real wolves, living wolves, passed by in the distance, but despite the fact that they were passing through another pack’s ground, they were not stopped. He didn’t know why, but he went along with it. He didn’t want to have to hurt anything today, and he felt that this shape would be more than capable of giving pain and not feeling it, if it came to a fight.

He followed her into a den, and she took him into the depths of the earth, or so it felt. Perhaps it was less than a hundred feet, less than fifty, but to his new body, it felt like it was miles away from the surface of the earth, too far to be entirely comfortable, and were he here for anything else, he would not have followed.

Yet, there she was, her body presented in the posture for mating. He smiled, his tongue hanging out slightly as he lowered his head between her hind legs, taking several deep sniffs of her sex before he lifted his head once more. A soft growl, asking permission, was answered with a single bark. She wanted him, and she didn’t want to wait.

That was fine. He didn’t want to hold back.

With a bark, he leaped up onto her back, his cock already dropping from its sheath. He could feel it, feel the throbbing and the need of his own back there, and he knew that it was just as latex as the rest of him, just as strange and artificial as the rest of the world. Yet, it throbbed with a hunger and a desperation that the rest of him did not have. He thrust forward, bouncing the tip of his cock off of her thighs several times before he found his way to her entrance. She was wet, dripping with something – latex, or something else, he didn’t know – and it was enough for him. One firm thrust forward, and he was inside.

They both went still for a moment, but instinct, as ever, kept him moving. She didn’t move as he fucked her, as he filled her, as he mated her. His cock was surrounded by clenching walls, each clench pulling him deeper, driving him to mate her that much harder. She was warm, and willing, and more than ready. He loved it.

In, out, in, out, his legs scrabbling to hold her properly. His front legs were curled around her hind end, pulling her against him, drawing her in so that he could feel her heat against his crotch. It was heat, as strange and silvery and metallic as everything else, but true to life. He wanted it, needed it.

[i]Mine, mine, mine.[/i]

He growled under his breath, pulling himself further over her. If they’d been real wolves, his claws would have hurt her, dragged rough lines through her fur and flesh, but here, they were only pressure. He laid his chest against her back, his hindquarters pumping hard and fast as he tried again and again to sheath himself fully inside of her, but it was never enough. He needed more, needed to be all the way inside.

His knot was forming with every thrust, each time taking him closer. She was his. She was his mystery wolf, his mystery love. She had come to him, and she had offered herself to him without question or reservation. There was no doubt that she would never tell him who she was, but that didn’t matter. All that did was her willingness, her need, and how much she wished to be his. Entirely his. One hundred percent his own.

She pushed back slightly, pushing her position for his knot, and he ground it against her harder than ever. In and out, in and out in the random, rapid, feral humping that was all he could accomplish. He was so close to filling her now, so close to giving himself to her, that he could hardly hold back. He needed it. Needed her.

In, out, in, out. Slapping against her, his balls swinging forward and bouncing off of her hind end. She shifted, her body relaxing under him, her breath coming in soft pants as much as his did. She was about to go over the edge, but he was already there.

With a howl that echoed around the den, he came, slamming his knot inside of her and holding himself there. She clenched and squeezed around him, milking him for everything and giving it to her. It was their mating, their sealing of whatever deal that they had made. He didn’t know what it was, didn’t know what he had given himself to, but he was no longer just his own. He was hers, and she was his. That was all there was to it.

He groaned as he slowly turned around from her, the pair of them standing with their hindquarters pressed together. She laid down, and he followed, the pair of them slowly lying down to sleep. It felt strange, doing it with himself still sheathed inside of her, but at the same time, he was thankful that she had accepted him, no matter the circumstances that worked around it.

Leroy folded his front paws and laid his head upon them, sighing to himself as he got comfortable. It was good to have a mate, and better still to have claimed her. He wondered, now, what they would do for the rest of the weekend. Or, at least, wondered as much as a wolf might. Time was one of the things that wolves had barely a concept of, except in the largest sense, and a weekend was far smaller than that.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]