All Dolled Up
Accompanying artwork courtesy of Ravenous Cannibal.
Eric is getting ready for a night out on the club scene. And as much as he's looking forward to what is sure to be an evening of fun, he's taking great pleasure and enjoyment from the "getting ready" part of it. He needs to look perfect and he's going to savor the time it takes.
He stands in front of the bedroom mirror, the full-height pane of reflective glass offering him an unobstructed view of his entire, naked body. The deer is thin and toned. His slim arms and shoulders frame a flat chest. His stomach is tight and lean, his waist small and petite. His hips are more a bit more pronounced, flaring out slightly from his body. His bubble butt is plump, the round ass-cheeks topping a pair of full thighs. His legs taper down into thin ankles and graceful, hooves.
All in all, it's a rather feminine physique - the deer is the quintessential example of the femboy body type. As far as Eric is concerned, he has all of the right curves in all of the right places. He takes great care to maintain his body the way it is - the effort is worth it to look this good.
Bending his lithe body low, the deer touches his ankles and slowly begins to run his fingers up the calves and thighs. Working with agonizing slowness and care, he feels his own fur-covered skin. His fingers trace along the form of his thighs. He gently caresses the thick globes of his rump, feeling them jiggle slightly under his touch. His hands continue upward, sliding smoothly along the curves of his wide hips and skinny waist. He feels the firm flatness of his belly and chest. He continues to touch himself in this way, running his delicate fingers all across himself, revelling in the sensations. The contact sends a slight shiver up his spine.
Dropping his arms back down to his sides, Eric finishes his touching. It's a vain and self-centered ritual he just completed. He knows that, of course. But it's one he enjoys undertaking still. Eric loves turning heads at the clubs. He loves being able to flaunt his curves in just the right way to make the guys swoon. Getting good at that requires practice. It requires knowing your own body intimately well. So what's the harm in feeling yourself up a little from time to time?
Finally ready, the deer begins to dress. Eric loves this part too. What could be more enjoyable than picking out the right outfit to perfectly complement his figure? His hair is already just how he likes it: spiked in the front and dyed whatever color he happens to be partial to that month. It's green for now. Reaching over to his bedside table, he grabs two earrings and fits them on - one gold, one a light greenish blue to match his eyes. Yes, very nice.
WIth fluid movements, he pulls on his black latex top and bottoms. Both pieces hug his body tightly, the material conforming alluringly to his body's curves. The top covers his belly and the bottom of his chest, tying at the neck with two straps. His back, shoulders, and arms are left fully exposed - the more skin, the better, he figures. The bottoms do just enough to keep him decent. In truth, it's barely more than a thong. The majority of his ample butt is left in full view. At the front, the tight latex hugs his crotch, leaving an evident bulge. There's no denying it, this particular outfit careens pretty heavily into "slutty" territory. But that's the point after all - Eric is looking to have fun tonight. This getup will definitely help with that.
And now, for accessories. Over his torso goes a fishnet top. The deer has always had a soft spot for fishnet clothing - it's comfortable, airy, and (most importantly) leaves plenty of exposed skin. Next come a pair of tight latex leggings. Their bright colors match his hair and eyes well. Finally, the cherry on top. With a great deal of hip and ass wiggling, Eric pulls on a green mini-skirt. The article of clothing is extremely skimpy and barely covers anything at all. But it brings the rest together nicely and he adores how the skirt accentuates his fluffy little tail.
Taking a step back, he drinks in the reflection of the completed ensemble. It looks good. It looks REALLY good.
With the skill borne from a great deal of practice, Eric sways his ass and hips erotically in front of the mirror. Perfect. The boys at the club are gonna go crazy tonight. Hell, he's even turning himself on a bit. A light red flush creeps into his cheeks and his latex-enclosed bulge twitches expectantly. He gently bites his lower lip and a soft moan escapes him.
Taking a deep breath, he calms himself down. All in good time. Stepping away from the mirror, he picks up his car keys and a small handbag from the dresser. The bedroom lights turn off and the front door slams shut as the deer - all dolled up now - heads into the warm summer evening.
This has been enjoyable so far. But the night is still young and the fun is just getting started.