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Close Comfort

By feder

For lusopakak

When Cosmin arrived at the cabin, there had been a few things left behind from the last person who rented it, but that wasn't terribly surprising considering the cost and everything else. The rent for the weekend was listed as a 'bargain' on the website, the catch being that the previous tenant left town without sorting the vacancy out with the staff... or actually picking up half of their luggage if the boxes strewn around was any indication.Cosmin himself was guilty of having forgotten a couple things in hotel rooms, but not like this. No, the weird thing was how much the former tenant left behind, and the way it was left told the corgi that whoever they were, they had left in a hurry.

Cosmin's ears folded back apprehensively as he set his own luggage, two modestly packed suitcases, down. It wasn't a major detail, and he was pretty certain he'd forget about it in time; but it still bothered the canine. What on earth made the last one here just leave? Cosmin stopped his mind from wandering farther.He was on vacation, and he wouldn't let himself be bothered by something the landlords would sort out perfectly fine themselves.He took one suitcase and lugged it into the bedroom, which was a cozy little setup with a plush double bed with a quilted blanket and a fleece comforter that practically invited the corgi to take a quick nap beneath them.

He dropped the suitcase on the bed, the mattress creaking softly beneath it, and began sorting out his clothing, which as usual consisted mainly of shades of green. After placing the outfits in the closet, Cosmin's mind turned back to the stacks of boxes left around the cabin. A gnawing curiosity asserted itself in the back of his mind, surely it wouldn't hurt to take a look. He felt just a bit naughty as he took the nearest box and popped it open, though he reasoned to himself that if the boxes' owner had cared anything about keeping their contents private, they wouldn't have left them.

He dug through each box, curious what their contents might be. In the first box he discovered that it contained mostly ordinary junk: old paperback novels,newspapers that had a neon orange highlighter taken to select lines, and sheets of now-expired coupons for fast food. There were a few things that got the corgi's attention: a yellowed notebook full of notes and sketches regarding the local wildlife, a book on aliens and cryptids with an expired gift card as a bookmark, and a few rather eye-catching polaroids taken at a costume party. Cosmin looked them over, the risque and form-fitting nature of the costumes got his little tail wagging. He'd been wanting something nice and stretchy and tight to wear himself for a while now.

The canine moved onto the next box and found roughly the same thing--miscellaneous books, clothes with odd smells about them, and other odds and ends not particularly worth scrutinizing further. Going through the next few boxes closest to him revealed mostly kitschy tat from other places, though he did find a few odd notes regarding... something or other, though the language was a brand of academic jargon a bit beyond Cosmin's understanding. The author's dismal handwriting didn't help much either.

He looked at the apartment, its woodsy decor marred by the unmarked boxes littering the floor. What was he doing still going through them? He still had a dozen or so left unchecked and the odds of the corgi finding something more interesting honestly wasn't that great. The fleeting self-conscious shame that came with looking through someone else's stuff had caught up to him also.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to give the rest a quick peek... right? This open-and-peek approach revealed even more unintelligible notes, clothing that wouldn't fit him, and a military surplus can opener. He took the boxes he search and carried them off to a side closet, and by the time he was done, the oak double-doors to the small storage space could only shut all the way if he gave them a firm shove.

Cosmin was left with a vague feeling of disappointment. He didn't know what he was expecting, it wasn't like he was hoping the boxes to be full of secret spy documents or money from a bank heist... at most he was hoping something less banal and cryptic... Or at least something that would hint the slightest at why their owner had left in such a hurry. The corgi shuffled into the den and plopped himself down on an over-stuffed velour armchair and breathed a sigh of relief. At least now he had only his stay in this cabin to think about.

Then he noticed there was one box he had overlooked, a fair bit smaller than the others and shoved almost contemptuously in a dimly lit corner of the room. The corgi got up and took the parcel in his paws, opening it. For a brief moment he felt like a kid at a birthday party, opening so many things... ending with a surprise 'present'.

His cheeks burned when he saw what was in the box, as his eyes fell upon the sleek and glossy fabric inside.He knew what it was, all right. Both from experience and from looking up certain websites in his own time. Spandex, specifically the lycra blend that was used for bodysuits. And indeed, it did appear to be a candy apple green spandex suit with its sleeves folded up just beneath the hood, the zipper glinting in the modest light. Without thinking, he reached for the shining stuff and immediately pulled his hand back. What he had felt was not so smooth or slick, but fuzzy and warm. He tilted his head.

"Oh this is nice," Cosmin muttered, self-conscious of his budding excitement, reaching a paw into the box. He picked it up and found it was a full zentai, light and close enough to his size. It wasn't just solid green, but rather it had a pair of pale-colored spots over the eyes, perhaps to make it easy to see through the otherwise featureless hood.

The suit felt shiny and smooth and yet it also had a curious warmth to it. The corgi found himself wondering what sort of material it was made of, lycra didn't retain heat that well. He took the garment, unfolded the rest of it and laid it out on the sofa. Cosmin just about couldn't stop himself, it'd been a while before he had scratched this particular itch and the suit looked like it'd be a decent fit, if a little loose in places. He began stripping his clothing off his compact frame. When he was down to his briefs, he briefly considered leaving them on. Though, he quickly gave in to the temptation to slip naked inside that stretchy and slinky little number. Off came Cosmin's underwear and he gripped the suit in both paws, holding it open while stepping one foot into one of the outfit's legs. The fabric immediately felt pleasingly tight on his body, not sitting wrong against his body like that one suit he bought on the cheap.

He put his leg the rest of the way into the suit, and the suit conformed to his body shape deceptively well, fitting just like if it was his size. His tail wagging, Cosmin put his other leg in. He sat back on the couch and put his legs up in the air, pulling the zentai up to his hips, wiggling his toes as they reached the ends of the legs of the suit. The compressing, slinky feeling of the suit on his legs came to him as a pleasant surprise, it hadn't looked like it fit him that well but now that he was squeezing into it... It was absolutely just the right fit, giving him that much-loved second skin feeling. Though, a little bit of him couldn't help but ponder if it shrank to fit him or he was just imagining things.

He tucked his short little tail into the sleeve for it as he pulled the suit up to his waist. He was already semi-hard, panting... He should have been thinking about why the suit was a perfect fit even down to his tail, but in the heat of the moment that was the farthest thing from his mind.

Cosmin tugged it up a little more, grinning. There was a soft, sudden giggle, soft and somewhat nasally in tone. His big corgi ears perked up, listening around him as he turned his head to see where the noise had come from... and found nothing. With a dismissing shrug, he continued to wiggle into the bodysuit, enjoying every caress of the stretchy, tight fabric. He had it up to his chest and was reaching back for the zipper to get it started when he realized that the suit had no visible seams anywhere. Given the other details, this should have been disconcerting, but again it all felt so wonderfully tight and slinky that the canine just chalked it up to being an exceptionally well-tailored garment.

And if Cosmin wasn't aroused, he surely was now. The crotch of the suit tented, the canine unable to keep from fondling at the bulge with one paw while tugging the suit further up his body with the other. He had it up to his chest now, every added inch of the tight, smooth, flexile feeling added to his arousal.

He looked around the cabin, did he lock the door? Even if it was unlikely, Cosmin felt vulnerable to prying eyes. Blushing like a schoolgirl under his bicolor fur, he rushed over to the windows and shut the curtains, then check to see if the door was locked tight. And it was, his privacy was secure enough for him to continue,better safe than sorry and all that.

He eased the suit further up his chest, practically panting already. It felt so warm all over him, and beneath the warmth was the cool slickness of lycra the corgi was so familiar with. He slipped his arms into the sleeves, first one then the other. His fingers wiggled playfully as they reached the gloves of the zentai, there was something comforting, even sensual about the suit. Like it had Cosmin in a full-body hug.

Then, came the hood. Cosmin took a deep breath in through his black doggie nose as he gripped the hood in his paws, then lifted it up to his face. As he closed it over the last exposed few inches of his body, the hood felt a bit loose at first then it tightened as he reached back and zipped the whole thing shut.

Totally enclosed,the canine took a few careful breathes in... then out.The suit breathed very well, much to Cosmin's pleasant surprise. Usually it took a little finessing to get it just right; it even had just enough room so his ears wouldn't be flattened against his head the entire time he was wearing it.

He ran his lycra-coated paws up and down his body, drinking in the pleasantly warm tightness all over him. The white eyespots were quite clear to see through, being no more opaque than the average pair of sunglasses. Mindful of it regardless, Cosmin stepped over to the mirror to check himself out. The suit had a slimming effect on his body, giving him a graceful and almost mannequin-like appearance.

"Looking good," a soft voice whispered.

Cosmin jumped, spinning around on his heels. There was nothing there, and a quick look over his shoulder showed nothing there either. His ears folded back against his head, his paws reaching back down to his bulge and finding a tantalizingly tight warmth pulsing around it.

"Feeling good too, I bet," the voice said again, and a very familiar giggle followed it.

Cosmin felt a flash of ice go up his back, whimpering under his breath as he tried to place exactly where the voice had come from. It wasn't anywhere in front or behind him but could it be...?

He looked up, nothing on the ceiling. This was not good, someone was in the cabin with him, and if the voice was any indication, they were way too close for comfort.

"Look closer," the voice giggled again.

Cosmin looked around him, snarling a bit. Why'd this have to happen when he was just starting to have fun?

"Closer." The voice giggled again. "You're almost but not quite there, want a hint?"

"Who are you?" Cosmin said, his fists held tense at his side.

"You're wearing me."

Cosmin paused... then it clicked.

The voice laughed in a sort of benign impish way and Cosmin felt the suit very suddenly tighten around his crotch. He yelped, cupping his bulge in his paws as a flash of pleasure ran through him.

"Don't panic, now." the voice said, its tone light and playful.

Cosmin shook his head and whined wordlessly as he felt the suit fabric begin to press against on him from every direction, teasing the corgi. He was panting, needy.

"That's it," the voice said, egging the canine on. "I'm having fun, you're having fun. No reason to freak out." It giggled again. "I'm more than just a simple piece of clothing, so don't stuff me back in the box, okay?"

"What?" Cosmin moaned, still pawing at his bulge.

"I can do lots of fun things," the voice replied. "Nothing really fancy: Comfort, kinky fun, and shapeshifting." The voice paused. "Oh! And that's not all!"

Cosmin looked down at his paws. There was now a distinct lack of wrinkles where the suit met his joints, being completely flush with his body like it really was a second skin. He then realized the pressure he was feeling was the suit tightening around him to the point where it was difficult to see where the lycra ended and he began.

"Go on," the voice cooed. "You know you want to try me out. Have fun with me..."

Cosmin moaned through gritted teeth as the suit applied more pressure to his bulge. He grabbed his shaft through the fabric and began stroking himself, at first slowly and then with building speed and intensity. He needed this. Whether it was his own body or the suit's influence, he couldn't resist.

"Oh yes," the voice purred. "We're going to have so much fun together," it chuckled and Cosmin felt more than a little worried about its indulgent tone. "I can do this all day, can you?"

"Stop it!" Cosmin moaned, not really convincing himself.

"Stop?" the voice scoffed. "You don't want me to stop, I know you like it!"

"But..." Cosmin muttered. "You could have asked first."

"Okay," the voice said. "Do you want to get to know me better or not?"

Cosmin nodded, muttering something that sounded like 'okay' but he was mostly concerned with how pent up he was getting. He looked down and saw that the shimmering fabric was tightening around his rod. The canine watched transfixed as the bulge in the suit became more of a sheath, clinging tight to his needy member.

"Oh G-gosh!" The corgi stuttered as he felt fabric tighten around his balls. He braced himself against the wall with one paw, still stroking and fondling himself with the other. Cosmin felt almost dizzy from the cocktail of sensations the suit was giving him. He found that the fabric pulsed and moved with his body, like the material itself was alive.

The fabric tightened further against his chest again and Cosmin moaned. He tilted his neck down and saw that his fabric-covered chest had nothing left to the imagination;, he could see defined, though slim pecs and his smooth stomach.

"W-woah," he said as the suit coaxed him into stroking himself harder. He couldn't even begin to resist the suit's charms now. "This is so weird!"

"Weird?" the voice said. "I thought you liked this sort of thing. you don't want me to stop, do you?"

"No..." The corgi groaned as the zentai's material wrapped around his furry balls. "D-don't stop."

"That's a good sport!" The suit said, and Cosmin could practically imagine the voice's grin. "I knew we'd get along, Mister...?"

"Cosmin." The canine shuddered as he squeezed his balls, his back to the wall and sliding down into a sitting position. "And y-you?"

"Oooh," the voice giggled. "That's a unique name! Usually it's something dull or trying too hard... Call me Marcy"

Cosmin's breath quickened as he felt the fabric squeeze delicately against his butt before spreading the pressure down his hips and thighs. The fabric shifted and flowed in a way that felt exactly as if it was stroking its host's rump and inner legs.

"That's a pretty... ordinary name," Cosmin said, "For something like you."

The voice laughed. "I picked it up somewhere, I thought it was cute."

Cosmin flinched as he felt something press into his eyes. He blinked, and saw that his vision was now clear as if he wasn't even wearing the hood anymore, maybe a bit clearer.

"Th-that's nice," He huffed, pawing at himself while the suit kept his climax tantalizingly out of reach.

"Say," the voice teased, at once affectionate and mischievous. "You feel like you're on the edge, I figured you'd last longer."

Cosmin's rod leaked precum, staining the crotch of the suit for a brief second before the suit resumed its unblemished appearance, as if the zentai simply absorbed it. The shimmering material almost seemed invigorated by it.

"Mmph!" Cosmin's entire body shuddered. He was right at the very precipice of orgasm, and the suit kept him on the edge just a bit longer, holding him in a maddening grip.

"Oh yeah," Marcy the suit said. "This is the fun part. Let's see if you can go a minute like that. When you can't hold on any longer, just ask me to let you cum."

The corgi was by that point more than lightheaded and having a difficult time keeping his thoughts straight, the suit rippled over him and he felt it squeeze, then take pressure off of his member in a pulsing rhythm. Marcy announced that he had lasted one minute, though it felt like an hour to the canine.

Cosmin wobbled over to the bed, his legs shaking. He would have thought it all torturous beyond reason were he not enjoying every bit of it. He felt the cool air brush against his lycra-wrapped body and collapsed onto his mattress, rolling over on his back and grabbing and working his shaft with both hands in an unthinking attempt to hold himself in. Then he wondered why he was trying to win Marcy's little endurance challenge.

"That's two minutes!" The suit said as Cosmin began to cry out in ecstasy and strain. The suit's hood muffling his voice, though just barely. "Wanna just get off and be done?"

Then something clicked. The suit--Marcy's voice was inside his mind. He felt as if he should have known that already, but with everything going on it had escaped his notice.

"Fffff," Cosmin hissed through his teeth. "I-I can hang on."

His pointed ears wiggled and his tail wagged, he realized he had been bucking his hips, thrusting his crotch up in rhythmic harmony with the suit's pulsing fondling of his body. The corgi couldn't even see anything around him clearly, just color and shape swirling around him.

"Three..."

"J-just t-two left" Cosmin said, now barely even aware of where he was.

Tough little puppy, eh?" Marcy said.

The corgi squirmed as he felt the fabric flow over his rod. Cosmin's legs splayed apart and he felt his cock explode. In a single instant, every nerve in his body flashed as if thunderstruck.The canine howled in utter rapturous delight as his cock spasmed and shot a thick load into the suit's fabric. Another surge, and more of his seed spurted out, then a third time.

Cosmin went limp on the bed, panting and exhausted and feeling just the most fantastic afterglow.

"Hey..." he panted. "You cheated"

"Did not." Marcy protested. "You couldn't last another second, I know"

Cosmin smirked and wiggled his nose. "Okay, but..."

"So I didn't cheat, so there" Marcy said in a mock-pouting tone.

The canine looked down at his prone body sprawled out on the covers. The spunk stain was already quickly being erased by the suit, and in turn the material took on a much smoother, shinier appearance.

He waited for Marcy to say something, but there was nothing. A few seconds of silence and Cosmin sat up,tail wagging.

"Thanks for the recharge, by the way" Marcy finally said.

"Recharge?" Cosmin looked back down at himself, the stain was completely gone now, like it was never even there.

He sat up and swiveled around, placing his feet on the floor. He pondered the ethics of taking Marcy with him, sure the suit belonged to someone else... but it had been abandoned with the other junk... and Marcy had proved to be such good company.

"You pleasure, your...fluids," Marcy said. "It recharges me."

The presence in Cosmin's mind gently coaxed him towards keeping the suit, meeting no resistance. Cosmin stood and strolled over to his calendar, crossing out his travel plans for the day. He could always check out that nature trail tomorrow, his was spending the rest of the day inside with his new friend. And he could sense that Marcy was in full agreement with this.

"Marcy..." Cosmin said, "What else can you do?"

The suit relaxed its grip on the canine's body, the sheath turning back into a nondescript bulge in the groin. Cosmin felt soothing relief at the change, sighing happily through his nose. "Well... when you're ready to go again I can show you a few more things, but if you really want to see something cool, you should bring a friend over. I love meeting new people."

Cosmin chuckled and thought back to the meetups column on LycraDogs.net. "I think I can bring a guy over, sounds fun."

The suit constricted gently around his waist in what the canine interpreted as a hug. "You're probably my favorite host so far." Marcy said.

"Good to hear." Cosmin said, heading over to his laptop left in its bag on the table. He hoped the cabin's internet was as good as the landlord said it was, because he had a few messages to send out. He and Marcy were going to have so much fun in the next few days.