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Latexed Lugia 4: Poké Putty

By shadowlugia249

Author's Note: Old character. Old theme. New Twist. Enjoy!

I pulled up into the parking lot of the infamous "Plush Paradise" toy store with uncertain hopes. I wasn't quite sure what I was looking for since it had become a kind of tradition with the tenants of the apartment that I was living in to travel there, but I felt sure that I would know it when I saw it. It all had to do with the "curse" of the apartment that I happened to move into, and since I was usually the kind of person to carry on a tradition, I figured that it was only fair that I uphold the tradition of traveling to this store even though I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for.

I looked up at the rather colorful building and then down at the only visible entrance to the store. I then decided to just suck it up and head in. Once I pushed open the door, I heard a tiny bell chime overhead and my expression suddenly brightened once I set foot inside the store.

There really wasn't a whole lot not to like about this store. The walls and ceiling of the store had been painted in a similar "splattered" fashion to the pattern outside and the atmosphere inside it was very bright and enjoyable. There weren't any aisles of merchandise, but there were numerous tables, racks and display cases of toys of all kinds that would have made the day of any young child. It kind of reminded me of the atmosphere in one of those "Build-a-Bear Workshop" stores except that there was a far wider selection of characters and it didn't seem to be limited to just plushies.

The choice of characters sparked numerous memories in me from a life of dabbling in video games and other "mythical media". There were several racks of furries ranging from skunks to foxes to even dragons, which included the legendary Krystal from the "Starfox" series, Shiron from the Japan-exclusive anime "Legendz" and even the almighty and super-rare Flammie from the "World of Mana" video games series. And their selection didn't seem to be limited to plushies. There also appeared to be full-sized costumes hanging on racks around the store, inflatable toys that were either neatly folded up in plastic packaging or on display on the shelves while being "tethered" to make sure that no one made off with them. There was even a fair selection of what appeared to be "balloon animals" bobbing near the ceiling that had far more detail than just twisted long balloons. I had never seen such perfect craftsmanship and attention to detail. Whoever had created this amazing merchandise must have been especially gifted in the art of craftsmanship.

In fact, I saw that there was another person browsing the shelves that appeared to be wearing a kind of vixen costume to keep up the theme of the store. However, it looked so real and the fur on it was so fine that it didn't exactly seem like a costume to me. And when the "vixen" spotted me and waved to me with seemingly no effort, I suddenly realized that this "mascot" was actually the real deal!

"Welcome to Plush Paradise!" said the "vixen" in a soft, dreamy and distinctly feminine voice. "Did you need help finding something?"

Since mascots in costumes were rarely allowed to speak, much less attain that kind of amazing detail, the only logical explanation for it was that this vixen was an actual real-life furry! I had always thought that they were just in pictures and stories on the Internet, but seeing one in real life, much less walking around in such a "skimpy" g-string bra and panties took me completely off my game. All I could do was stare across the store at the vixen with my mouth open.

However, the vixen seemed to get this all the time because "she" merely smiled and waved her "paw" in a way that you would normally do to someone staring blankly at you. "Are you okay? You're looking kinda blank there." When I realized that I was staring, I immediately blushed and looked away, feeling incredibly embarrassed. However, she didn't seem to mind. "Don't beat yourself up. I get looks like that all the time. Is there something that I can help you with?"

Finally regaining my composure, I shook my head and shrugged. "I'm just looking."

"No one comes into this store just to look around," came another voice from directly behind me. "But you can start out that way and let us know if you find anything."

I spun around and found yet another anthropomorphic fox standing a few feet behind me as if he had appeared completely out of nowhere. Unlike the vixen, however, this one was distinctly male and "he" was wearing nothing at all. His fur was the normal reddish-brown, black and while like on a normal fox, but his tail was colored in a way that it looked like it was on fire. The combined shades of red, orange and yellow didn't seem completely possible outside of a normal bonfire, much less on a living creature, but lo and behold, it was pretty much right in front of me. The fact that he didn't appear to be wearing anything yet he didn't even have the proper "equipment" was also bizarre since you normally saw foxes wearing something online. So either these two foxes were a pair of nudists, which was highly unlikely since the vixen was clad in a bra and panties, or they just didn't have the physical makeup to have anything to be ashamed of.

The "todd" walked off in the other direction, his flame-colored tail swishing behind him, and I finally got enough sense back in my mind to return my attention to looking around the store. He had said that no one ever came into this store to just "look around", but I wasn't so sure about that as I scanned the store's wares. The two foxes seemed to at least work at this store because they went around and did various employee stuff, so I figured that I should do my best to appear normal as well.

As I scanned the wares, I noticed that there was a significant amount of Pokémon paraphernalia scattered around the store. It appeared to be their most popular theme because I found latex costumes, plushies of all sizes and breeds and even a large glass statue in the corner that appeared to be of a Blaziken. The detail on it was rather good and it appeared that an actual Blaziken had been frozen in time and completely crystallized. In fact, the likeness was so accurate and lifelike that it looked as if the statue could just walk right off the podium completely on its own. Weird.

But as I continued to search the store for something to buy, I noticed that there was an item on one of the racks that hadn't been there the last time that I had looked at it. It appeared to be a medium-sized container full of what appeared to be silvery-white putty. It looked rather old and worn as if it had been sitting in storage for numerous years before finally being brought out to be put up for sale. Unfortunately, the label had long since been torn away, leaving only torn white remains on top of it. There appeared to be something written on what was left of the sticker in a faded blue pen that read "Poké Putty - Lugia", but other than that, there really wasn't anything to go on.

Lugia... that name brought back so many memories. I had been a Lugia fanatic ever since he had first debuted in the second Pokémon movie. I had collected virtually anything that I could get my hands on that had been Lugia-related from toys to DVDs and even a video game here and there, including what I felt was Lugia's "trademark" game, "Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness" featuring a somewhat "darker" version of him. In fact, I had even been looking forward to buying one of the few rare Lugia PT Cruisers on the market when I got old enough to drive.

However, all of those Lugian wonders and glory had been left behind when I had moved out. I hadn't had enough money on me to afford much else besides the bare essentials nowadays. I had even left behind my most prized Lugia possession, which was a ten-inch electronic toy version that I would never let out of my sight. I couldn't even count how many times I was happy to see my toy Lugia looking at me next to my bed after a long, tough day at school or at home.

But sadly, I had left all of that stuff at my home in the countryside because I had felt that me leaving home was a kind of "rite of passage" from my childhood to manhood as I had left home. Now after having some time to think about it, I had realized that it had been a mistake. I was now more lost than ever without My Pokémon stuff in my possession. I had been miserable ever since I had left home and in a way, this store was providing me with a way of getting some of my self-confidence back.

I picked up the tub of silver putty and weighed it in my hand. It seemed fairly light since it was about eight ounces worth of putty, which matched an average glass of milk. I wanted to open it and touch the putty inside, but something told me that even though it wasn't sealed, that probably wasn't a very good idea in a store. However, I still didn't see how there could be a "Lugia" in there given the fact that even my toy Lugia had more material than this.

"Find something you like?" came a voice to my side. I turned and saw that the vixen had come up to investigate and was curious about my selection.

"I think so..." I said uncertainly, showing her the tub. "Do you think I can buy this?"

The vixen suddenly looked concerned about the item as she gently took it from me. "Oh... I wasn't aware that we had anything like this in stock. It's not something that I'm familiar with and I'm not sure what it's capable of." She looked the tub of putty over for a few moments before she dug her clawed fingers into the side and popped the top off in order to smell the contents.

Right away, I detected the strong smell of rubber and something that reminded me of a well-used library book. It was a rather pleasant scent that suggested that the putty was in rather good condition. The vixen then poked the putty with a claw, which somehow made it ripple as easily as water despite the fact that it was several times thicker. She then pushed a finger into the material and watched as it seemed to spring back without any trouble. This seemed to convince her of something, but I wasn't sure what it was.

"Hmm... I don't think we can legally sell anything that's not in our inventory, but it seems to be in pretty good condition, so how about this: you can just have it and I'll cover anything that comes up about it, okay?"

It seemed like a pretty good idea, but I wasn't sure if it held any water. But when the vixen sealed the tub back up again and handed it back to me, I realized that she was serious.

"Are you sure?" I said more out of concern for her well-being than mine.

The vixen nodded and tapped the lid of the container with a furry finger. "I'm pretty sure. Just take it and try it out. I'll do some research on it and if something comes up, I'll let you know, okay? Trust me."

She pushed the container towards me as if she was entrusting me with something personal and I realized that she was as serious about this as ever. I knew that there was no changing her mind, so for now, I slipped the tub into my jacket pocket and simply walked out of the store, afraid that I was actually stealing it. But when no alarms went off, I headed back to my SUV and drove back to my apartment, uncertain of just what I had gotten myself into.

I didn't take the tub out of my pocket until I had gotten back to my apartment and had shut and locked the door. I was still worried that I was going to be caught for literally walking out of that store without paying for the item. But when nothing happened for a while, I finally relaxed and took out the tub of putty out of my pocket before heading into my living room to open it. I sat down on the sofa and gently pried the aged plastic cover off of the tub and looked at the contents of the container. It seemed like ordinary therapeutic putty, which I had played with at one point in my life. And when I dug my fingers into the edge of the tub to pull the putty out, I noticed that it was rather firm and rubbery but also seemed to melt around my fingers like a science experiment that I had tried one time involving cornstarch and water. I quickly scooped it up out of the tub and held it in my hand as I began to mold it into a ball by rubbing in in-between my palms. It was unusually warm and seemed to be able to retain its shape almost perfectly. It barely seemed to melt and it acted a lot like regular Silly Putty.

Curious as to its properties, I stood up and decided to see if it would bounce. It certainly seemed rubbery enough and since Silly Putty was able to bounce, I didn't see why this silvery version shouldn't.

But as I stood over a stretch of flat linoleum in the kitchen and made to throw it, the putty suddenly seemed to have second thoughts because it flatly refused to leave my hand as I made to throw it. It stretched slightly and dangled a few inches under my palm from the kinetic forces involved, but as soon as my hand stopped moving, it seemed to immediately snap back into place and hold onto my hand like some kind of superglue. Its behavior confused me and I tried to throw it off of my hand, but it seemed to be stuck there even though my hand was completely flat and I had no visible grip on it. And when I looked up at it dangling there, I noticed that the flesh of my hand seemed to have been fused with the putty as if it had become my skin! I saw a faint transition from flesh to putty as if it had attached itself to me! That was so weird! I hadn't even felt it attach to me.

But when I flipped my hand back over and made to pull the putty out of it, it parted company from my skin without even a hint of sticking to it. It was as if it knew when it was about to be thrown and was doing whatever it could to keep from going the distance. And when I tried to replicate the results with my other hand, I saw that they were the same. The putty was clinging seamlessly to my hand and flat-out refused to be thrown like some rubber ball.

But when I held the putty upright again, I noticed that it appeared to be vibrating slightly as if I had scared it and it was shivering with fear. It was so weird and I felt my own sense of fear hit my heart as if it was an icy knife. Whatever this putty was not only appeared to have its own consciousness, but it also had the power to affect me as well.

I felt rather bad for "scaring" it, so as I held it in one hand, I ran a finger over it as if I was stroking a pocket pet. I also decided to try to make up for my actions.

"Hey there..." I said sympathetically. "I didn't mean to scare you. I've just never known putty to put up a fight before. That is... if you are putty. Do you mind if I ask you a question?" And as if it could hear and understand me, the putty rippled like it had when the vixen had touched it and I suddenly heard a distinct musical note echo in my ears as if it had come from the putty itself. It seemed to be a positive response, so I went ahead with my question. "The label says that you are a "Lugia". Is that true?"

For a moment, the putty remained motionless, but then the surface of it rippled and a small shape seemed to imprint itself in it. Ironically, the picture looked like two curved, three-feathered wings meeting in the center at the bottom with a small spike sticking out of the bottom of it. I didn't have to be as "smart" as it appeared to be to know what that symbol was.

"The Silver Wing?!" I said almost in disbelief. "So you really are a Lugia... right? Can I at least see some proof?"

The indentation of the Silver Wing melted back into the putty but was soon replaced with what appeared to be a question mark. It seemed to be asking me what I meant.

"Well... as much as I'd like to believe that you're a Lugia, I can't bring myself to believe that unless you actually take the form of a Lugia. You can do that, right?"

The question mark melted back into it and was replaced with three dots, which told me that it was thinking for a moment. Finally, an arrow appeared in the putty that appeared to be pointing towards me. However, the putty added a kind of mental instruction to it that I seemed to pick up that translated to it saying "Put me down... gently."

I wasn't sure how the putty would react to being placed on carpet, so I improvised by lowering myself into a laying position on the floor and tipped my hand to the side at a much lower altitude. This time, the putty felt safe enough to just slide out of my hand and pool on the floor in front of me. It remained motionless for a little bit before it suddenly began to ripple on its own this time. This time, I made the choice to back up as it began to do whatever it had planned as it spread itself out to a diameter of about eight inches before something began to rise out of the puddle. Something told me that there wasn't nearly that much material in the eight-ounce tub, but given what had already happened, I was willing to believe anything that happened from now on.

Sure enough, the figure that was rising out of the putty puddle looked very familiar. I knew from years of dabbling who and what that was, but I decided to give it a little more time just to see what happened. Before too long, a familiar figure had risen out of the puddle and the putty on the floor was being absorbed through the figure's feet until all of it was in the figure. The silvery-white material then seemed to glow with a bright blue aura and the next thing I saw, the figure had taken on the exact size, shape and coloring as my old toy Lugia back at home. It was roughly ten inches tall and about a foot or so from head to tail. But unlike my toy, there were no creases, oddly-constructed joints or even any details to suggest that it was a toy. Even more unusual was that the Lugia appeared to have far more flexibility than my stiff plastic toy.

The newly-risen Lugia's eyes were closed for a moment as it seemed to be "coming to its senses". It remained still for moment before that special "spark of life" seemed to kick in and it became much more animated than it had been before. But when it opened its eyes and looked around, something didn't exactly seem right about it. It looked rather dizzy and unsteady on its feet as if it had just woken up from a deep slumber. And when its oddly round, chibi-like eyes managed to focus on me, the look in its eyes said it all. It didn't appear to be familiar with its surroundings even though it had been with me all this time.

But what it did next shocked me even more. "Oh... where am I...? What's going on...?" Not only was it speaking vocally, which was impossible, even by Lugian standards, but it also spoke in a soft, sweet and oddly shimmering voice that was not only the kind that you heard in your dreams, but it radiated power, loyalty and respect for anyone who heard it. There was also a distinct "feminine" quality to it, which highly suggested that it was female.

I looked at the Lugia as "she" looked around uncertainly. She didn't seem to know where she was even though I had been communicating with her to some degree already. But seeing a Lugia in such a sorry and vulnerable state made me feel just as lost and innocent as her.

Finally, the Lugia seemed to notice me as she looked me in the eyes with her own frightened ones. "Who... who are you? Are you... no... you're a human... you can't be my father." She looked down at the floor, which seemed to be a lot closer than she had expected. "Wha... what's going on? Why am I so small?" She held her left wing out in front of her face and stared at it. As she did so, it seemed to melt ever so slightly to suggest that she was still made of the mysterious putty. The look on her face soon became one of ice-cold fear.

"What's going on?! What am I?! I'm smaller than I should be... and I'm made out of sludge! And..." she clapped a wingtip to her throat. "How come I can talk like this? Lugia shouldn't be able to do that! What's happening to MEEEE?!?!?!" she finished, letting out a loud, fearful wail that told me that she was scared for her life and possibly her sanity.

I felt just horrible for just lying in front of her and watching her deteriorate in front of me. I felt that I had to say something.

"Say... Lugia..." I said, doubting that that was her real name. "If you'll just calm down, I can try to explain what I can to you."

The Lugia looked up at me as if she wanted to do anything else but that. "But... humans are... so cruel... Father told me..."

I balked at her accusation. "Now why would he say that? I'm not going to hurt you. See?" I did my very best to move slowly as I moved my hand out in front of me in a peace offering. Sure enough, the Lugia backed up a couple of steps as I did so, but when she saw that I wasn't going to hurt her, she seemed to reconsider. She carefully stepped forward and lowered her head down to sniff my hand. And when she looked up at me again, it was with a slightly calmer look.

"Oh... okay... just don't hurt me... I'm smaller than I should be."

I nodded and watched as she carefully stepped onto my hand. Then with as little movement as possible, I moved back into a sitting position with her trying not to fall off. The Lugia looked around as I set her down on my lap as if she had never been this high off the ground before. Once she had calmed down enough, I lifted her onto the seat of a nearby chair and set her down. The Lugia looked down at the floor, which was a bit higher up than what she was used to and let out a small whimper as she backed up a few paces before looking at me.

"Please, sir... I don't understand what's wrong with me. I should be much bigger than this and made out of flesh and blood. I don't even know where I am or what happened since I was awake last. All I remember is that I should be in a dark world somewhere with Father watching over me."

I wasn't sure what kind of Lugia lived in a "dark world", but something told me that she hadn't been brought up as a "normal" Lugia. "I'm not sure where you came from, but I can tell you that you're in better hands now. I happen to be a fan of all Lugia and I'm pretty sure that I can help you figure out who and/or what you are."

The Lugia looked at me for a moment before lowering herself into a sitting position with her wings at her side and her legs underneath her like a bird as she spoke timidly to me. "Okay... please tell me what you can."

Now that I thought about it, there really wasn't a whole lot that I could tell her about herself that she didn't already know, so I did whatever I could. "Well, all that I know right now is that I found you at a magical toy store when you were nothing more than a mass of silver-white putty, which you seem to be made out of instead of flesh and blood and..." I broke off, realizing that I was probably just making it worse. "I'm not helping you, am I?"

The Lugia sadly shook her head. "I'm afraid not by much. All I really know is that I'm now made of some kind of putty instead of being a real Lugia. I know you want to help, but I don't blame you for trying your best."

I sighed and looked down at the floor for a moment, trying to think about what to tell the Lugia. She seemed very scared for her own sanity, but she seemed to sympathize with me for trying to help anyway.

"You shouldn't beat yourself up. At least you tried."

I looked up at the Lugia in confusion. That voice hadn't come from her, which was odd since we were the only ones in here... but when we both looked in the direction of the speaker, we found that we were far from alone.

There was another figure in the apartment that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. But unlike the Lugia, this one was not only far bigger than either of us, but it also looked far more powerful than both of us put together. The figure looked a lot like a dragon, although its coloring was unusual. It seemed to be a living version of the Chinese Yin-Yang symbol where half of it was white and had "angelic" parts on it while the other half was black and had more "demonic" parts on it.

Neither of us knew who the dragon was, but the dragon seemed to know the both of us rather well. However, it seemed to be interested in the Lugia as it looked at it curiously with mismatched eyes.

"So you've finally awakened," "he" said in an incredibly powerful voice that radiated both Light and Darkness at the same time. "I was wondering when someone would find you. It's been a while since we rescued you from the Twilight Realm. I was beginning to wonder if you even still existed." The dragon then turned to face me, which made me quiver slightly. "I have you to thank for finding her, Alex." I didn't even bother to ask how he knew my name. "You wouldn't mind if I borrowed her for an hour?"

The Lugia was a quicker thinker than me because she quickly spoke in both of our defenses. "What are you going to do to me?"

The dragon shrugged. "Nothing much. I'm just going to give you a little crash course on who and what you are and possibly give you a little "upgrade" before I give you back to Alex. It won't take very long and I promise that it'll be completely painless. You'll even be back before the afternoon is over, I guarantee it."

The Lugia looked like she wanted to do virtually anything else but accept the dragon's offer, but she seemed to know that she had no choice this time. "Okay... just don't hurt me."

The dragon smiled in a way that kind of troubled me, but the Lugia seemed to trust him and allowed him to hold out his right white paw and she stepped onto it like she had with me. When he stood back up, he looked down at me with an oddly pleasant look.

"Don't you worry, Mr. Schaefer. I'll have her back in an hour or else I'll find some way to compensate you for your patience."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I settled with a simple nod, which the dragon returned. Then with a sudden blast of black and white light, the dragon disappeared with a sharp crack!!!, taking the Lugia along with him. When he was gone, I took a look at the clock and decided to time him. The time was 3:15, so if he was as sincere as he said he was, he would be back at or before 4:15 on the dot.

I finally stood up and went into the living room to watch some TV for an hour. But unlike most other times, I began watching one of the few Lugia items that I had managed to spirit away from my old house. It happened to be a trio of episodes from my burned DVD collection where Lugia made a rare appearance. The episodes were "The Mystery is History!", "A Parent Trapped" and "A Promise is a Promise" and involved not only an adult Lugia but also a younger child version that had been properly named "Silver". I wanted to get as much information about actual Lugia as I could in the time allowed, even though I doubted that it would be much help with an "artificial" Lugia.

My eyes were glued to the screen for every single second that one of the Lugia was visible. In fact, I was so preoccupied that I was unaware that the Lugia had been returned just a couple minutes before the time limit was up. The third episode was almost over, but the Lugia seemed to figure out that I was busy and simply parked herself just out of my line of sight and waited patiently for me to notice her.

When I finally did, I noticed right off the bat that she had grown well past her original ten-inch frame to just over five feet from head to toe and almost ten feet from head to tail. She also looked much calmer and seemed to have finally received the answers that she had been seeking. She looked much more at peace and much more confident with being around humans than she had been an hour ago.

I looked at the Lugia with an uncertain look before she decided to break the silence for me. "Yes, it's me. It seems that Mr. Incendus is a god of his word." She no longer had that timid, fearful demeanor in her voice and she seemed much more confident with her life than she had been the last time I had seen her.

I slowly stood up, turning to face her as she followed me with a confident smile. I then stepped forward and found my hand stretching out towards her as if to pet her. But when I caught myself and backed off, she made a soft, playful chuckle and shook her head.

"It's okay. I trust you now. Go ahead and feel."

I gulped and tried again. This time, I was able to place my hand on the side of her head just behind her eye masks and gently stroke her, which she seemed to enjoy as she closed her eyes and made a soft, sultry purring noise in her throat. It seemed that she now trusted me and that she was more willing to spend time with me than she had been before.

As I stroked her, I noticed that as I applied more friction, some of the Lugia's silvery flesh seemed to "shift" slightly and turn from skin to the same kind of mysterious putty that she had been "born" from. But as I moved my hand away, the "puttied" area seemed to shift back to its original shape and material. It was hard to believe that she was made out of some kind of rubbery putty than actual latex like I had read about on the Internet.

"Say, Lugia..." I said uncertainly, which prompted her to open her eyes and look at me. "Can I ask you something... personal?"

The Lugia looked at me with a calm expression and nodded. "You may."

I sucked it up and asked her point-blank, "What are you?" When she looked curiously blank, I added, "I mean... what kind of Lugia are you? You're too physically dense to be a Balloonie and you don't seem stable enough to be a Rubber. I can't really classify you based on anything that I've ever seen or read about."

The Lugia smiled at me despite the choice of words that I had used. "I see you've been keeping track of different types of Synthetics. Not a lot of humans use the term "Rubber" even when they see one." She then lifted up a wing and turned her head to look at it. "As for what I am, I really don't know. Not even Strato Incendus seemed to know what I was since I'm kind of a unique specimen." She lowered her wing and looked at me again. "I guess since you actually discovered me, you get to name me and my type. I could use a name since there's only one Lugia in existence that actually has no name. So how about it?"

I thought about it for a moment, trying to come up with a proper name for the Lugia, which was rather difficult since I had never expected to meet a Lugia in real life before. However, I seemed to come up with something that seemed fair enough for her type and personality.

"I think I'll call you "Syrus" the "Puttie". That's S-Y-R-U-S the P-U-T-T-I-E. What do you think?"

The Lugia looked blank for a moment as she thought the names over. She hung her head and muttered the names under her breath a few times before her expression seemed to brighten and she looked up at me again. "Syrus the Puttie.... I like it! It's bold, inspiring and unique. From now on, my name is "Syrus" and I am a "Puttie". I also..."

But all of a sudden, she seemed to lose her focus on me and started wobbling dangerously on the spot. She didn't exactly look very stable and it looked like she was going to faint. I was concerned for the newly-christened "Syrus" and stepped forward to try and help her.

"Syrus? Are you okay? You don't look so hot."

Syrus tried to step forward, but she tripped and fell forward towards me. Her body collapsed, but her head managed to land in my hands while her neck seemed to stretch out like a rubber band. I looked into her eyes as her neck slowly began to slide back into place, which brought me down to my knees with her.

"Alex..." she said, her pupils appearing to shrink to pin pricks. "He... he found me..."

I wasn't sure what she meant and pressed her for answers. "Who found you? What's happening to you?"

As her eyelids began to droop, she slowly struggled to tell me what was wrong with her before she blacked out completely. "My father... Black Shiron... please... don't... leave me..."

And before I could do anything to help her, her eyes closed and she collapsed to the floor, seemingly unconscious. I wasn't sure if "Putties" had any vital signs, but something told me that she wasn't dead. She just seemed to have collapsed from exhaustion, but if what she was saying was true, there was likely a dark power at work that had finally tracked Syrus down and had put her under its spell. And although I couldn't sense any dark energy in the immediate area, I didn't doubt that it could see me and Syrus as plain as day. I wasn't sure what this "Black Shiron" was going to do, but if it was as dark as its name suggested, Syrus was probably not going to come out of this without some kind of battle scars. So all I could do was sit down at the Lugia's side for as long as I could and hope that she turned out okay.

"I'll never leave you, Syrus," I told her and whatever was watching her. "That much I promise you."

In fact, Syrus had been right on the mark when she had said that her father, Black Shiron, had found her while scrying the outside world with the help of his Twilight Orb, which functioned as a window to the outside world from his home in the Twilight Realm. It just so happened that the Dark Windragon had created Syrus as a sick, mutated, experimental creature, but it had happened so long ago that he had all but forgotten that she had even been in his possession. She had vanished from his lab long before the mysterious "Twilit Traitor" had appeared and Black Shiron hadn't had the slightest idea where she had gone. And since he couldn't track her in her dormant state, she had eluded his capture for several years.

Syrus had actually been labeled as a failed experiment that Black Shiron had been testing out in an attempt to create his first Rubber Lugia. But somehow, she hadn't been able to retain a solid form and had her body had simply fallen apart into little more than a glass of milk's worth of material. Since her body had failed to remain stable, most of her memory and powers had deteriorated with it, leaving her as little more than a mindless shell of what she was supposed to be. On a crazy whim, Black Shiron had removed a small part of her overall material just in case she was able to recover her abilities. But after numerous tests and experiments, it had seemed that she was too far gone to be of much further use and was supposed to be destroyed. However, she had disappeared just before he had planned to carry out her destruction and he hadn't seen her since. And unlike the more recent thefts from his lab, there had been no calling card from the "traitor" and there hadn't been a reason for him to suspect that she had been stolen.

But now several years later, he had been working on an unrelated experiment in his lab when he had noticed the vial containing the piece of Syrus' silver-white putty had suddenly started glowing, which had nearly been forgotten since she had disappeared. Curious, he had removed the sample from the vial and had inserted it into a tracer that he had built since then before hooking it up to his Twilight Orb. And what he saw seemed to defy all logic. Syrus was still alive and not only had she been found and awakened, but his arch-nemesis, Strato Incendus, had restored her memory and powers and had more than tripled the amount of material that she had originally contained. Not only that, but she was in the possession of a completely unsuspecting human, which had been his original plan for her in the first place. However, since he had been unable to complete his experiments on her before she had disappeared, she was still classified as a "Tame Synthetic". And since Black Shiron couldn't leave the Twilight Realm without risking being discovered by Incendus and his son, he knew that he would have to do some "remote testing" to get the results that he wanted before Syrus had bonded too closely with her human. Otherwise, his experiment, which had been rocky to begin with, would be rendered a failure and he would have no choice but to let her go completely, which would be a major blow to him since he had literally created a whole new type of Synthetic.

So as he slid the sample of Syrus out of the tracer, he began working quickly to put together the spells and abilities that he needed to finish the job. The mass may have been little more than a the size of a gumball, but if he had been right about Syrus' body being a kind of symbiote, he could work on this tiny little piece and the rest of her would be affected in an identical way.

The first thing he needed to do was make sure that Syrus couldn't fight him, which he accomplished by putting her into a kind of drugged sleep. He kept an eye on her through his Twilight Orb to make sure that neither she nor her human tried anything funny on him. He then decided to lay the foundation of what he wanted Syrus to be by removing one of his thick black gauntlets to reveal three very large, long and lethal-looking metal claws that he had magically enhanced himself to do all sorts of dark dealings with just a simple touch. That was why he always wore his gauntlets, which were made of a magical leathery material that nullified the magic contained within them and allowed him to get his work done. He then held one of the claws up to his muzzle and blew ever so slightly on the tip of it, which seemed to cause it to glow slightly and become active with a certain kind of magic. He finally reached down with that claw and lightly poked the wad of putty, which was all it needed. As soon as he touched it, a small dot of what appeared to be black ink was left behind. And as he replaced his gauntlet, the black dot began to spread out with thin inky tendrils like some kind of black parasite, slowly consuming the silver-white putty and turning it a dark black that was rivaled only by his black heart. It wouldn't change the chemical makeup of Syrus' body, but it would give her puttied body a permanent black stain except for her eyes, which would turn a sharp, piercing-red color. The ink not only contained a dye, but it also contained a bit of Twilight that would make its mark on her mind and change her priorities dramatically. The message that he sent to her was clear: "I am a creature of Twilight and all that I command will be dominated by me."

Black Shiron then fetched a well-used spellbook from a shelf and began to recite a spell that would not only give Syrus a power that was considered taboo in the World of Light, but it would also "equip" her with something that he included in most of his other subjects. The poor human's spiritual and physical well-being would not last much longer when she awakened again.

Feeling creative, Black Shiron fetched another spellbook and picked out a unique type of spell that would give Syrus a slight "upgrade" that she could use to enhance her "pleasure level" and give her a few abilities that only a few types of Synthetics knew. He couldn't decide which form to use, but since she was made out of that kind of material, he decided to use them both with her current form being the default. Finally, he was about to administer the coup de grace that would not only burn itself into Syrus' purpose in life, but it would also condemn the poor human that she was living with to little more than a certain type of servant while in her presence.

But just before he could recite that final spell, the tiny piece of putty seemed to become overloaded and suddenly burst into unnatural black flames! The Windragon could hardly believe his eyes! His chances at glory were literally burning away in front of him! Something like this always happened just when he was on the verge of victory! And as the fire went out, leaving nothing more than a black burn mark on the table, he lightly touched the spot with a gauntleted paw in disbelief like someone who had watched a prized possession virtually go up in flames.

"...no... not again... why... why does this... always... HAPPEN?!?!?!"

Once again, the Twilight Realm quaked violently with the power of Black Shiron's rage, fury and (on this occasion) failure. However, there was a mischievous-looking figure hovering just outside the window of his lab, smirking widely and looking at its hand as if it had just polished its unseen nails. This seemingly devious creature was none other than the traitor that Black Shiron was looking for known only as "M". As she blocked out the Windragon's roars of fury and loss, she chuckled to herself and whispered in an otherworldly voice that he wouldn't be able to hear.

"Gotcha again. Just a few more missions and then I'll get what I've wanted all along. Then you'll wish you'd never tangled with me."

And with a quick backflip, M vanished into a burst of Twilight Squares, which was her way of Teleporting out of the realm without using the Mirror of Twilight; a technique that only her and a select few others knew about. So far, everything was going according to plan both for M and for her temporary "employers" back in the World of Light.

Syrus remained motionless in my living room for most of the rest of the day, but I still felt that she was still alive somewhere in there and barely left her to do anything. I watched TV for rest of the afternoon and most of the evening and still she remained as silent and as motionless as ever. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that her body heat remained the same for the rest of the day, I could have sworn that she had died, which kept up my confidence that she was still alive somehow.

But what bothered me the most about her was what happened shortly after she had blacked out in the late afternoon. At first, I thought I was seeing things, but when I looked again, I saw that something was happening to her. A large black dot had appeared on the exact center of her forehead as if she had been branded. It remained there for a few moments before it looked like it had begun to spread over her body. Thick, inky-black tendrils had started to spread from the dot and were soon splitting into even more lines, which spread over her body at an alarming rate. The black consumed every square-inch of her body, including her silver-white skin, her navy-blue mask, plates and spikes and even her sky-blue belly crest. In fact, the black soon became so dark and complete that it looked like a chunk of night had been torn out of reality and pasted into the current moment in the form of Syrus' body. And if it wasn't for a faint crease along her belly that indicated where her crest was, I could have sworn that I was looking at a creature that was anything but a Lugia. For some reason, it didn't seem likely that Syrus had become a Shadow Lugia, who was violet and lavender instead of solid black, but I couldn't help feeling that whatever had done this to her had affected her mind as well.

Shortly after her color transformation, Syrus inexplicably jerked violently in her sleep and rolled onto her back with her wings laid out on either side of her and her feet in the air as if she had been roughly and powerfully shoved. This seemed to confirm that she was still alive, but when I took another look at her, I saw that her coloring hadn't been the only thing that had been affected earlier.

It was hard to see because of the level of black on the rest of her body, but I could just make out what appeared to be a large bulge in her belly right at the bottom of where her crest should be as well as a kind of "tear" in-between her legs just below that. Curious, I had walked over to her side and reached up to feel the suspicious areas. Sure enough, my worst fears were confirmed when I felt a kind of lumpy phallus buried within that bulge and a tender, moist bit of putty a little lower, both of which confirmed that Syrus had been... there was no getting around it... "sexed". Some sick, twisted and demented creature had somehow installed a fully-functional male penis and female vagina into Syrus' anatomy, ultimately turning her into... I really hated to admit it... a living, "breathing" sex toy!!!

I could not understand what kind of perverted creature would do this to such an innocent creature or even why they would go to such lengths when she wasn't even in their possession anymore. Even more disturbing, how could they even do it at all when she was safely in my possession and only a couple of people knew of her existence at all. I highly doubted that that black-and-white dragon "Strato Incendus" had anything to do with this since he just didn't seem to have that kind of state of mind despite his appearance. However, my mind kept drifting back to the creature that Syrus had mentioned before she had blacked out - one "Black Shiron". It sounded a lot like the Windragon from the Japanese-exclusive anime "Legendz", but if such a creature even existed in the real world, it didn't explain why Syrus had added the handle "Black" to his name unless there was actually a darker Windragon out there somewhere. This automatically made me think of Shiron's darker "relative" by the name of "Ranshiin", but if that was true, why didn't she just say "Ranshiin"? It didn't make any sense to me, but then again, a lot of what Syrus was about didn't make sense. The fact that she was made out of rubbery putty instead of flesh and blood or actual latex was a mystery in itself.

But after I had gotten over the initial shock of what Syrus had become, I was still determined to take care of her no matter what happened. I had been able to confirm that she was still alive, which only made me more determined to make sure that she was taken care of when she needed it the most.

Syrus still hadn't woken up by the time it was time for me to go to bed, so I made the fateful decision to sleep on the biggest sofa out in the living room just to make sure that she didn't think that I had left her if and when she decided to wake up. I set up my things before walking over to the Lugia, who was still on her back and had a painfully frightened look on her face. I then leaned over and gave her a soft, affectionate kiss on the forehead, which seemed to have an immediate effect on her since her expression quickly changed to a look of uncertainty before a soft, dreamy smile stretched across her beak. It seemed that I had gotten through to her and it confirmed that she was still alive somewhere in there. I smiled myself and ran my hand "down" her upside-down head before whispering into where I believed her ear was.

"Good night, Syrus. I hope you feel better by morning."

I then went to sleep on the sofa, feeling more confident about myself than I had been since leaving behind all of my other Lugia stuff.

But I didn't even make it to morning. I woke up at around 3:15 AM to find a pair of glowing red lights looking down at me from just a few feet above my head. At first, I thought it was Syrus, but there was something... different about those eyes. I was pretty sure that Syrus' eyes were blue, not red, even in the dark. Also, her eyes, even when glowing, didn't make me feel uneasy and afraid of who they belonged to, which was how I was feeling right then. I was suddenly afraid that an intruder had broken into my home that had the same mysterious powers as Syrus.

However, since the eyes already seemed to have locked on to me, I felt that it was only fair to try to establish contact with their owner. "Who... who are you?" I whispered as lightly as I could.

The eyes blinked in the darkness and then lowered themselves down to the side of my head and I heard a strange voice whisper lightly in my ear, "I'm still here, Alex. You do not need to be afraid."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "S...Syrus? Is that... you?"

To answer this, I felt a soft, moist feeling on the edge of my right ear that felt like a firm, rubbery tongue followed by the soft voice again. "It is, my love. I have been reborn and I have never left your side since you went to bed. I have been waiting for you to awaken enough that you can satisfy this unquenchable lust that has been building within me all night."

I misinterpreted what she was saying, which was a crucial mistake for what Syrus was talking about. "You need a drink? I suppose that I can get you some water. I'm just curious as to how a Puttie like you can... well... drink."

Syrus blinked again and I noticed her eyes move in a way that suggested that she was shaking her head. "You misunderstand me, love. Mortal food and liquids cannot satisfy me like they would with you. I need something much more... substantial to purge my hunger."

I was barely hanging on to what she was saying. "I don't... understand. What are you saying?"

Syrus sighed and I felt a sudden firm weight plant itself on my chest and begin to stroke me gently that I assumed was her wing. Her body was so black that it was nearly impossible to tell in the darkness, even in the limited light of the street lights coming through the covered window.

"I greatly regret saying this, but Father has... "enhanced" my physical and spiritual anatomy to the point that I can barely control these incredible new urges that plague my entire being. I am very sorry that you must hear this from my mouth, but in order to satisfy me, I must have one thing from you that only you can give me -- sex."

My heart seemed to detach from its place in my chest and fell to the floor before shattering into a million stone-cold pieces. I could hardly believe what Syrus had just said! She wanted me to have S.E.X. with her! This was an impossibility in itself since she hadn't "physically capable" when I had first met her and her personality had been much more innocent than it was now. And the fact that she wanted a human to have sex with her - a creature that could destroy someone like me both mentally and physically with no trouble at all - scared me to my core. I could hardly believe that the once sweet, loving, innocent creature that I had been caring for all this time had suddenly had a complete personality change literally overnight.

"Sy... why? I don't understand. You and I were going to be such good friends. How could you possibly think that I wasn't going to try my best to satisfy your needs no matter what it took? I thought you were far above such vulgar needs!"

At this, Syrus' eyes closed for a little bit and a few seconds later, I felt what turned out to be a tear fall from her eyes and land on my neck area, shortly followed by what sounded like Syrus crying. She seemed genuinely ashamed of what she was asking me to do for her and it tore her up inside to even think about something like that.

"Please forgive me, Alex. I did not mean for this to happen. I just wanted to have a friend to spend time with and devote my life to caring and protecting. I never wished in my wildest dreams that I would become a sex demoness. I just wanted to live as normal of a life as a Synthetic Lugia could live. I wanted to devote my life to understanding what I was and to loving and protecting the one person who took me in when all others wouldn't. You must understand that my wishes couldn't have been more basic, as most Synthetics' wishes are.

"But the one creature that created me.... Black Shiron... he has such a black heart and such a sick and twisted mind. He could not be satisfied that I had found a human that I believed would care for me when all others had turned their backs on me. He could care less that I believed that I had finally found my place in this world after remaining dormant for so many years. No, he did whatever he could to not only make me a slave to my body and my emotions, but he also condemned the only other person that ever cared about my life. He turned me into a sex demoness, and if I did not reduce you to little more than my "slave", the powers that dwell within me would drive me insane. To him, I'm nothing more than a laboratory specimen and a mindless beast. He gets some kind of sick pleasure by creating and releasing creatures like me out into the World of Light and gets his kicks by watching their human "victims" suffer and eventually succumb to their powers. I never meant for any of this to happen, but I must ask you a critical question...

"Alexander (*bleep*) Schaefer... will you swear your allegiance to me and become my mate? If you do, I will never lose my mind or who I am in this world, but you must always be willing to satisfy my... "urges" at will, otherwise, I might be forced to break my word and harm you in ways that I do not intend to. If you don't, though, I cannot guarantee your safety or the safety of anyone else in the area. You must be my source of release and comfort at any given moment. Will you accept my plea or deny it. I must know now."

Syrus' story certainly cleared up a number of questions that I had had about her. It seemed that all she had wanted to do with her life was be my friend and caretaker at my will, but because of her "father", she had been reduced to little more than a sex-hungry demoness that greatly despised what she had become. I believed her that she never intended for any of this to happen, but she had had no choice in the matter. Now she was giving me a life-changing choice to make. Either I would "submit" myself and my virginity to her and help her quench her sexual urges, which would at least keep me safe from the dark powers that now dwelled within her, or I would have to refuse her and risk unleashing her upon the world to find and possibly dominate one or more innocent bystanders. I was not very experienced in the sexual arts, but I knew that if I accepted her offer, she would not only teach me what she knew about it, but she would also be able to restrain herself to some degree and at least keep the both of us safe and sane. There was only one option to take.

"Yes, Syrus. I will pledge my allegiance to you forever. As long as I can keep you from being unleashed on the rest of the world, I will do whatever you want me to. I will be your servant forevermore."

Syrus looked at me and I felt more tears drip from her eyes onto my shirt and neck. She then leaned over me and kissed me lightly on the forehead, tears still dripping from her glowing eyes. She then leaned close to my ear and whispered only two words to me: "Thank you."

As she said this, I suddenly felt the area around my neck and throat area sting and burn a little as if she had branded me with something, shortly followed by a faint dizzy spell as if I had surrendered part of my mind to Syrus' cause. I moaned a little and raised a hand up to rub at my neck, which felt a little raw from the unknown stinging sensation. Syrus then placed her wing on my arm and whispered lightly to me.

"It's okay, just take it easy. The pain will stop soon and the Linking will be complete. I can promise you that I am now no longer a threat to society as long as you are willing to serve me. But don't think of this as a life of servitude. Think of it as a life-long devotion to helping the one you love more than anything else face the world before her. I promise that you will never regret what you did for me. Thank you, my friend."

Syrus looked at me for a little while longer before she pulled away and appeared to lie down in the middle of the floor and curl her head around her body as if to go to sleep. I was suddenly concerned about what she had said.

"What about your "urges"? Aren't you going to do something to me now? Or did you make all that up so that I would devote my life to you?"

Syrus lifted her head back up and looked at me with a tired glare. "You should know more than anyone else that we Lugia are incapable of deception on any level. Shame on you for thinking that I would lie to you for my own gains. I care too much about you to trick you into doing anything against your will." I flinched under the anger she was projecting to my mind, which seemed a lot stronger since I had made my vow. But it didn't last long and it was soon replaced my a remorseful sympathy. "I'm sorry. I'm just so tired is all. Don't you worry about my urges for tonight. They have been satisfied by your words and I will not experience them again until morning. When you awake, I will have a surprise for you and then..." She sighed and laid her head back down before closing her eyes and whispering lightly. "...we will begin." She then went to sleep as if she hadn't slept in days. She was finally able to relax, which I seemed to feel as well as I rolled over on the couch and went to sleep as well. I wasn't sure what I had just gotten myself into, but I felt sure that Syrus was a Lugia of her word and that I was in safer hands than I had been when I had woken up.

Syrus did not bother me again for the rest of the night. I was able to get a good night's sleep and when I woke up the following morning, I saw that the Lugia was waiting patiently for me to get up from a safe distance in the kitchen. She was sitting calmly with her wings at her sides and her eyes locked on me as if awaiting some great wonder to happen right before her. And when I finally got up, I felt an odd wave of calming warmth wash over my body from my neck down. When I groaned and sat up on the couch, Syrus smiled and welcomed me to the new day.

"Good morning, love. Did you sleep well after your little "incident" last night?"

"You know..." I said as I arched my back and arms to stretch them out. "I can't recall when I've ever slept better. I had such pleasant dreams. Did you have anything to do with that?" I added as I swung my legs and feet over the side of the couch.

Syrus smiled pleasantly and nodded from afar. "I'm afraid I did. I thought you could use a little extra rest, so I channeled my power into your mind through your new Link Collar in a way that you would not wake for the rest of the night. Did you enjoy them?"

I yawned widely for a moment and then nodded. "I did very much. Thank you, Sy. I owe you one for that."

Syrus blinked and then nodded. "Then you can repay your debt right now. I am feeling the first effects of my "father's" conversion and they must be satisfied before we do anything else."

I gulped when she said this. "Already? But... I just woke up. Can't you at least wait until I get over my morning wood?" I added, indicating my still-stiff cock pushing uncomfortably against my boxers.

Syrus, however, shook her head. "I'm sorry, love, but you gave your word. If you break it, I doubt that your mental status will remain stable."

I gulped at the obvious threat. "Syrus..."

She noticed that she had scared me and came up with a fair explanation. "This is true of all Human-Lugia relationships. Both must uphold their word to the letter or one or both of them will suffer damage to their sanity. I did not mean to scare you, but this is the truth, so do not be afraid that you are a special case."

That was somewhat better to know, but it didn't help my defense. I knew that I had to let Syrus have her way with me or I wasn't going to come out of this with my sanity intact. With a heavy sigh, I stood and walked to the middle of the living room to face Syrus across the room.

"Alright... let me have it."

Syrus nodded and stood up, her black body oddly shimmering in the sunlight as she stepped forward. Her phallus remained concealed, but her female slit already appeared to be wet as she approached me. I could see a few drops of moisture dripping from in-between her legs as she walked right up to me so that we were practically eye to eye. She stared long and hard into my mind as if she was looking for the loyalty that I had promised to give her. Finally, she looked down at my bulging pants and said just one firm word that spoke volumes.

"Remove."

I nodded and did so, my cock soon breaking free of its restraints and pointed diagonally upwards towards Syrus. However, she didn't seem to be quite interested in it yet. She managed to look up from it and closed her eyes as if concentrating on something.

Something weird began to happen to her as well. Her ten flat rectangular back plates seemed to suddenly thicken and round themselves out so that they looked like long, thick, black tubes sticking out of her back. She then took a deep breath through whatever nose she had and I was suddenly aware of the sound of gas being fired from these "tubes" into the air. The gas was colorless, but it filled the room with a thick, musky and rubbery smell that was starting to have a kind of hypnotic effect on me. My mind started to lose its focus and I wobbled slightly on the spot while trying to maintain my balance. I also felt a sudden surge of energy travel from all over my body to my groin region, which seemed to send my cock into an artificial overdrive. I shuddered visibly from the mysterious stimulation and I felt like they were going to fall right off my body.

I tried to speak through the mysterious gas, but my words were coming out slurred and distorted. "What... happen... feel... weird... strange... Syrus..."

The gas didn't seem to be affecting the Lugia as she began to move herself into a kind of lying position so that her tail was in-between her legs, her feet in the air and her wings on the floor at her sides.

"It is part of my new anatomy, Alex," she said in what sounded like a far-off voice. "I am liquid, solid and gas. I am all of these at once yet I am none of these as well. I am my own essence to command at will and manipulate to suit my needs. This "gas" as you seem to think is very close what you assume. I have commanded it to hypnotize and stimulate you so that your first sexual encounter will be far more... "fruitful" than you probably would be on other occasions. It is designed to coax you into sexual orgasm with very little stimulation so that I can get my fill of you without forcing your body to overexert itself. I can assure you that it is not toxic unless I say otherwise, so you do not need to worry about being poisoned from it. Now..." she said in a much more powerful and seductive voice. "Satisfy me..."

I was barely in control of my actions from the power of he gas, but I was still aware of them to the letter. Still, I could hardly fight it as I slowly walked forward and climbed up on top of the Lugia, who had begun to purr, her body's vibration causing the tingling feeling in my balls to send me into automatic overdrive. I managed to clamber on top of her and direct my cock over her gaping slit before firmly driving it into her, which caused her to squeal shrilly and start breathing heavily.

Oddly enough, her insides didn't feel like they were made of flesh. On the contrary, there was a firm rubbery feel to it with a distinct liquid-like trait that seemed to form the exact kind of putty that Syrus was made out of. Even stranger, the putty seemed to have a mind of its own because I could feel it rippling around my cock before clinging to my length and fusing with it as if it had become the actual consistency and material as my flesh. I yelped slightly as I felt something slide into my urethra and weld itself to my internal organs, fusing me to the Lugia at the hips so that it was as if we had become conjoined twins.

Yet still, the putty didn't seem to be finished with me as it slowly extended itself out of her slit and had begun to encase my balls in it before pulling them back in as if they had never existed. Soon, the only "extremity" left between the two of us was Syrus' somehow-still-sheathed cock directly above our connection.

Just then, I felt the stimulation within me finally wrench open the floodgates in my balls so that I (somehow) began to fire off thick streams of ancient seed into the Lugia, who felt it and let out a twittering moan. Amazingly, I could feel it just as well as I began to hyperventilate from the powerful orgasm. I was now putting out more semen than all of my previous "wet dreams" to date, which didn't seem possible for a first-timer like me. Syrus merely took it all in and did who-knows-what with it as it spread all over her body.

But even when it seemed that I was about to completely spend myself, Syrus' hunger didn't seem to be satisfied. I soon felt a new liquid being pumped from my melted cock into Syrus' body that I knew for certain wasn't seed. It was warm and thick and carried a bit of my strength with it, which made me realize that it was my actual blood! Syrus was actually siphoning blood out of my system as if she was a bottomless pit. I could feel myself becoming weaker as she consumed ounce upon ounce of the life-sustaining liquid. It almost seemed that Syrus wanted to completely absorb me!

But just when it seemed that I was about to pass out from a lack of blood, I suddenly felt the process reverse itself and Syrus seemed to be replacing what she had taken from me cell for cell. However, the liquid seemed somewhat thicker than even my blood had been yet it still seemed to be restoring the life that had been taken out with my blood. Yet as it replaced the blood that had been taken earlier, my body didn't seem to be able to tell the difference and it seemed to function as if it had never left.

As the flow of liquid seemed to slow down and eventually stop, I noticed that my mind was becoming clearer and the smell of the mysterious gas was starting to fade. The sexual overdrive that I had gone into was slowing down before eventually stopping altogether. And all of a sudden, I heard a loud pop and the next thing I knew I was on my back on the floor as if I had finally been released from Syrus' grip on me. And as my mind finally came back into focus, I was suddenly aware that Syrus was standing over me with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Are you still breathing, love?" she said as she slid one of her wings under my back and gently lifted me into a sitting position. "I didn't overdo it, did I?"

I tried to speak, but all that came out was an incoherent mess, which seemed to humor the Lugia. "Take it easy. Think before you say each word. Here, let me give you a boost."

As she said this, I felt her access my mind as if she was practically oiling my brain before giving it a firm shove back into its original position. As she did this, all of my senses seemed to fall back into their original functions and purposes. I was finally able to think properly again and I tried my hand at speaking again.

"Thanks, Sy. I needed that." I said, speaking clearly once again. "But... what did you do to me? Everything that happened is all a blurry haze."

Syrus smiled and sat down in front of me so that we were on the same level again. She then wrapped a wing around my back as if she was a grandparent telling their grandchild a story. "Well, let's just say that I got a little... well... carried away after I milked you dry." My face flushed pale, which she seemed to have expected. "Take it easy and let me explain. It's true that I took a little of your blood during our connection, but I was able to realize this before I made you pass out and I did my best to replace what I had taken." When I looked confused for a moment, she looked curiously at me. "Something wrong?"

There was nothing wrong, but something just didn't make sense. "Syrus... you don't have any blood or organic materials in you." Syrus nodded. "Yes..." I elaborated on it. "So what did you put back in me?" Syrus suddenly looked like she had gotten her hand caught in a cookie jar and blushed as she looked away. "What? You can tell me."

Syrus looked shamefully guilty as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "I put a kind of liquid latex back into your system." I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing because my body didn't seem to be able to tell the difference. Sensing this, she turned to look at me properly. "Are you really sure about that? You don't feel ill? You're not having trouble breathing? Anything?"

I looked over myself as if something was wrong, but I couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary. I even took my pulse for a few seconds to make sure. "Not that I'm aware of. My pulse is a bit slower, but only by one or two points. Other than that, I'm fine. You shouldn't beat yourself up over it."

Syrus still looked troubled. "Well... I don't want anything to happen to you, physically or mentally, so if something happened to you that I was responsible for, I don't think I could ever forgive myself. Are you absolutely sure that you're feeling okay?"

I nodded. "I'm pretty sure."

Syrus still looked uncertain. "Well... okay... Just let me know if you feel... any... different..."

All of a sudden, Syrus looked a little dizzy as if she was feeling the effects of our "mating" herself. She put a wing to her head and staggered backwards a few paces with enough force in her steps that it made the walls rattle a little.

"Sy? Are you okay? Well... this is a little ironic," I said more to myself than anyone else.

She then tripped over herself and fell to the floor with a heavy thud!!! that was loud enough to make me worry about my downstairs neighbor.

"Hey! Take it easy! There are probably still people sleeping in here!"

Syrus, however, was starting to look a little bloated... wait a minute... she was bloating! Her belly had started to swell out as if she was being pumped full of air like a balloon! "I don't..." She suddenly let out a large belch from her maw, the effects of which seemed to have a slight deflating effect on her. "...feel so well. Excuse me."

But as she started to swell up again. I suddenly had an idea. "Wait, Syrus! Keep your mouth open! I think it helps!"

The Lugia was looking a little pale, but she was still able to listen to me as she opened her mouth. This time, though, there was a sound of escaping air instead of a belch. It seemed to be helping since her bloating had slowed down substantially, but it didn't seem to be enough because she was still swelling up with air for some reason.

Reading my mind, Syrus closed her mouth long enough to say, "I don't think it's working, love. I'm still bloating!"

There didn't appear to be any way to completely stop Syrus from swelling up like a balloon... or was there. A rather crazy idea hit me that would probably work but I probably wasn't going to like. Since she was still swelling, I knew that my options were limited at this time.

"Hold still. I'm going to help you."

And with that, I got to my hands and knees and crawled forward before disappearing under Syrus' incredibly bloated gut, which was now starting to resemble an over inflated parade float. I then reached forward with my arms and found what I was looking for. My hands managed to slip into Syrus' rubbery slit and I quickly pried her lips apart as wide as I could. Syrus let out a twittering giggle that told me she was both surprised at my actions but was also enjoying it somewhat. As I did so, I felt a massive blast of air hit me in the face that smelled strongly of rubber with a hint of the ocean. This seemed so wrong, but given what was happening to her and what had already happened, I really didn't care anymore.

The feeling of Syrus' pussy "farting" in my face wasn't nearly as bad as it sounded. And when combined with the air escaping out of her mouth as a kind of "second vent", the air within her seemed to be kept in check until it decided to stop. Neither of us seemed to know what was happening to her and I doubted that the creature that had done this to her was in any position to elaborate on the subject.

But after a while, the air escaping from her stopped so abruptly that Syrus actually seemed to choke for a moment as if she had had a gag stuffed sharply down her throat. The air escaping from her slit had stopped, too, and the both of us looked up/down at each other to make sure that nothing was wrong with her. The smell of rubber mixed with the ocean was very thick in the air, which was making my mind wander again.

"Is it over?" said Syrus as her slit slowly shrunk back to its original size in front of me. "Have I stopped swelling?"

I nodded and removed my hands from her shrinking slit before crawling back a few paces from her. "I think so. I don't know what happened, though. I didn't know Putties were supposed to swell up with anything. Are you sick or something?"

At this, Syrus' gut made a kind of liquid gurgling noise as if she was either ill or hungry, which seemed to make her blush as best as she could despite her black face. "Excuse me again. I don't think so. I feel rather fine, but..."

"But...?" I said in suspicion.

At this, a bubble of gas seemed to get lodged in her throat and then made its way up to the closest "vent", which resulted in her making a smaller but still noticeable burp. She then thumped her chest with a wing curled lightly into a fist. "Ooh... pardon me. All of a sudden, I'm feeling rather gassy. I think something's happening inside of me, but my skin is way too dark to tell. Alex..." she said, looking down at me with a blank expression. "Could you do something for me?"

Wondering what could be up this time, I politely nodded. "Anything. Just name it."

Syrus gave her belly a firm poke with a wing, which made a slight indentation in her skin before bouncing back again - a feat that took a lot less time than it had when I had first met her. "Could you find something to stick me with and then let me have it? If I'm right about this, it should work. If it doesn't, then I guess I'm fine."

I had a sneaking suspicion that I knew what she was getting at. "But what if it does?"

Syrus shrugged and moved herself back into a standing position. "Either way, it won't kill me. I'm a Synthetic through and through, which means that it takes a lot more than a simple poke to bring me to my knees."

I didn't want to, but I had taken a vow to do whatever she said unless I wanted to put my sanity at risk. So I reluctantly stood up and went into the kitchen and found the first sharp object that I could find, which turned out to be a pair of scissors in the first drawer that I looked in. I then returned to the living room and found Syrus standing in a way that she seemed to bracing for something bad. She took one look at the scissors in my hand and then looked up at me with a silent nod. I took a deep breath and then walked up to her before pulling the blades apart for a much sharper edge. I looked into her eyes for what felt like the last time before I sighed and then drove the scissors into Syrus' chest.

Sure enough, the scissors had made a small indentation in her pliable skin before it pierced what turned out to be a much thinner material as if it was little more than balloon skin. And lo and behold, the rest of her skin soon parted way, resulting in a colossal BANG!!! that blasted me off of my feet from the massive release of air and sending scraps of black material flying everywhere, which eventually fluttered down to the floor in a surprisingly small pile in close proximity to each other.

As I did my best to get over a new and rather unpleasant ringing in my ears, I realized that Syrus had practically become a balloon both inside and out. Her body was as thin and as flexible as actual balloon skin and the abilities that she now possessed were balloon-like in nature. She now had nothing but air for her insides and her skin was little more than a fraction of a millimeter of latex.

But when I leaned forward and picked up a scrap of Syrus' skin that had strayed from the main pile, I was amazed to see that it didn't exactly feel as much like latex as it did as a thin amount of the same mysterious putty that she had been made of in the first place. The material seemed to melt at my very touch while somehow keeping its thick, rubbery feel to it. This seemed to suggest that Syrus was still part Puttie while still being a distinct Balloonie.

I ran my fingers over the strange black substance and then made the decision to add it to the rest of the pile and see what happened. When I did, I saw the entire mass liquefy again without me touching it and it began to spread out again just like it had when I had first met Syrus. Once it had gotten to a circumference that seemed much smaller than it should have been. But then I was aware of the sound of air being pumped into a balloon and the mass slowly began to "reinflate" itself back into a familiar form. It started out small and I soon found myself looking at a six-inch black balloon Lugia, but then it began to gulp more breath and grow at a much more alarming rate. Before I knew it, I was looking at a five-foot-plus black Lugia identical to the one that Syrus had been, complete with the extra "plumbing" added on.

As she finished inflating herself, she looked oddly punch-drunk for a moment as she staggered on the spot with a seemingly drunken smile on her face. And when she looked at me, she told me something that I hadn't counted on.

"Do you have any idea how good that felt?!" she said in a rather loud and excited tone. "It felt like a sudden atomic orgasm from the sudden release of energy! It's like having a thorn yanked from your body after months of intense pain! Hoo... baby! I wanna do that again!"

I was amazed at how much of a kick she had gotten out of being popped, but her enthusiasm to do it again was scaring me, so in an attempt to get her head back in the game, I forced myself to bring my hand across her face, which made her head bend a bit farther than normal from the inertia and then snap back into place with a distinctly different expression on her face.

"Wow..." she said as if I had just splashed her with a bucket of cold water. She then looked at me with a somewhat more pleasant look. "Thanks, love. I needed that."

I nodded and finally stepped forward to wrap my arm around her rubbery neck. "So I guess you're a Balloonie now. That explains where all that air came from. I guess your insides must have dissolved or something."

Syrus shrugged and then shook her head. "You're not exactly up to scratch with your logic, Alex. Only one out of three, I'm afraid. I'm still technically a Puttie, yes, my insides converted to air, but they didn't exactly "dissolve"."

I looked blank. "What do you mean?"

Syrus smiled lightly and rubbed her head up against my chest while purring intently. "Well, I'm guessing that you already figured out that I'm not really made of balloon skin. I may be latex-based, but I'm not completely a Balloonie. I just have a bunch of their abilities and I'm sure that I can reconfigure my insides back to putty whenever I feel like it. But I don't think I'm ready to go back just yet. I'm feeling kind of adventurous with my new body and I think I'm gonna try some of these abilities out on you." I did not like the mischievous grin that she gave me added with a lick on my cheek with a putty-like tongue.

I was uneasy about her decision, but given the fact that we had already had sex with the other in a different form, I figure that it would have happened sooner or later. "What are you going to do to me?" I said nervously.

Syrus purred and brought her left wing up to wrap it around my shoulders in a comforting embrace. "I'm not sure yet. I think I'll do a little research first. You wouldn't happen to have the Internet here, would you?"

Amazingly, I did, which seemed to make her chuckle pleasantly when I told her about it. "That's good. I'm sure there are plenty of naughty ideas on the 'Net for me to mess with."

I couldn't help but whimper slightly at this comment. "Take it easy, Sy. I'm only human, you know."

Syrus, however, merely lifted her wing up and lightly ruffled my hair with her feather tips. "Momentai, Alex. I'll be good. Just give me an hour and I'll be right back with plenty of things for us to do."

Momentai, huh? It seemed that Syrus knew all about Terriermon's favorite saying from the third season of the Digimon TV show. Sure enough, it meant "take it easy", which made sense given the fact that I had just said that.

I knew that Syrus would never do anything to intentionally hurt me, so I reluctantly allowed her to go into the spare room with my computer in it and do some "research" on what she could do with her new Balloonie body. Amazingly, she didn't need to use her massive, flat, finger-like feathers to work the mouse and keyboard like I had expected. Instead, her eyes glowed a bright red again and she manipulated the tools as if they were moving on their own. I watched her for a few moments as she typed in a topic in the search engine and then went to work from there. While the page was loading, she turned to look at me with her eyes dimmed out and made a shooing motion with her right wing.

"Go on. I'll be out in an hour or sooner with plenty of ideas. I don't want you to spoil the surprise, so just go out and enjoy yourself for now."

And to make her point, her eyes lit up again and I felt my legs moving on their own as she gave me a little "nudge" backwards out the door before closing and locking it behind her. I found her behavior rather bizarre, but then again, she was still a Lugia, a species whose behavior still amazed me to no end. And to make sure that she got her privacy, Syrus closed and locked me out of her mind through the connection through my Link Collar. Jeez, persistent, weren't we? I knew that there was no arguing with the Lugia, so I had no choice but to give in and go into the living room while she browsed away on the Internet for strange and naughty things to do with her new Balloonie body.

I watched TV for about 45 minutes before I felt a tingling sensation pass through my body that told me that Syrus was finished with her research and had reopened the mental link between us. However, there was something distinctly... different about the reconnection that really bothered me. It didn't seem that Syrus was in the same kind of state as she had been when I had left her a while ago. But whether that state was physical, sexual or emotional was hard to tell at that moment. It seemed that she was preparing me for something unexpected that she obviously wasn't informing me of.

After a few moments, I heard the door to the spare room unlock and open as Syrus stepped back out into the hallway. However, she seemed to know just where to stand so that I couldn't see her as she spoke to me without me knowing where she was.

"Say, Alex... I have a question for you."

I tried to lean over enough so that I could see her, but since she was psychic, she expected this and moved out of my line of sight. "What is it?"

"You still love me even after Black Shiron did... well... this to me, right?"

I found this question rather odd. "Of course I do. Granted, your standards have changed somewhat, but you're still the same loving Lugia that I fell in love with from the start. Why?"

Syrus hesitated for a few moments before speaking again. "Well... you'd still love me even if I did something to me, right?"

I wasn't quite sure what she was getting at, but I answered her truthfully anyway. "Yeah... I don't see why I wouldn't. Why? What did you do to yourself?"

Syrus sighed and said, "Well, I got a rather ingenious idea from the Net that I could use to change my body to a certain degree. I'm not trying to pull anything on you, but I don't want you to have a sensory overload when you see me. I want to prepare you for this, but if you don't like it, I can always change back."

She was barely making any sense. "What are you getting at, Sy?"

At this, I saw something flutter into the room surrounded by a thin red aura that flipped and rolled over to me as if it had been caught in the breeze. When I snatched it out of the air, I saw that it was a small wallet-sized picture from my extensive collection of Internet furries, characters and the like. The picture in question happened to be of an anthropomorphized female Lugia that had a rather sleek and slim figure, a soft and sweet expression and a rather impressive bust sculpted into her chest. Her wings had been slimmed down significantly to more closely resemble arms and she certainly seemed much leaner and more trim than Syrus had been as a "True" Lugia. I happened to have that particular picture in a collection on my computer, which was significant since I could no longer locate the original version online.

Just then, another wallet-sized picture came floating out surrounded by a red aura and soon found its place in my possession next to the other one. The character and concept was the same, but this one was more "unique" than the other one had been. It was also of an Anthro Lugia, but unlike the female version, this one appeared more "normal" than the other one. The Lugia's figure was lean and muscular with a lean, fighting-trim torso, long and lean legs and an "addition" of a pair of long, slim and slender arms with similarly-built hands and fingers, the latter of which were devoid of fingernails and any discerning features. What was most curious was that the Lugia's wings had been moved from its primary forelimbs to taking up residence on its shoulders like a dragon. Even more amazing was that they still retained their basic shapes and functions instead of being webbed like a dragon's. In fact, they kind of reminded me of human hands held at a downward angle with the thumbs folded over the palms. This picture had also been in my collection, but unlike the first one, I knew exactly where I had found it and who had drawn it.

As I looked at the two Anthro Lugia, I suddenly had an inkling as I called out to Syrus. "Let me guess. You turned yourself into one or both of these anthro versions just so that I'd like you more?"

Syrus seemed to hesitate. "Well... I..."

But I was one step ahead of her. "You didn't have to do that just to impress me. I still love you no matter what form you take. Now why don't you come out here and let me see you properly? I won't mind."

"Well... okay... Here I come..." And with that, I heard the faint but distinct sound of two balloons rubbing together as Syrus stepped out into the living room.

You know, she didn't look half-bad. She had clearly been going for a kind of "hybrid" version of the two Anthro Lugia with the obvious exception that she was pretty much solid black instead of silver-white and blue. She had adapted the concept of moving her wings to her shoulders and the addition of two long, slim and slender arms from the "male" Lugia as well as a thin and "feminine" waist and "vertical" navel and the impressive bust of the "female" version. Her tail was also longer and more flexible than the male version and her neck was just a hair longer than that version as well. For someone who seemed to literally think in pictures, she had done a pretty good job of mixing two of them together into one "super hybrid" version. And the fact that she hadn't left her "equipment" out of the equation didn't really hurt her appearance, either.

As I set the two pictures to one side, I felt that I had to applaud her efforts as I lightly clapped my hands in her honor, which seemed to make her blush as well as she could again.

"Aw..." she said in obvious embarrassment. "You're too nice to me. I just got creative is all."

I, however, wasn't complaining. "You still did a pretty good job. I know that I couldn't come up with anything like that, much less put it to practical use." I paused, noticing something about her form that I had missed. "I see that you've still got a "shining" personality. I take it you're still a Balloonie?"

Syrus nodded. "Puttie... Balloonie... same difference. Either way, I'm still made of some kind of rubber." For some reason, she hung her head and closed her eyes as if trying to remember something. After a few moments, she opened them again and looked at me with a confident smile. "I think I've been flattered enough. I've got several new ideas of what to do with my Balloonie body that I want to try out, so what do you say we do a little experimenting?"

I knew that she was feeling frisky again and that there was no longer any way to get out of it. I sighed and leaned back on the couch as I gave in. "All right. Let me have it."

Syrus nodded, but for some reason, she went around the corner into the kitchen and began rifling through the drawers for something. I looked up and watched her select something and then come back into my line of sight carrying what appeared to be a large fillet knife. Since she couldn't use it herself, I suddenly became scared of what she was probably going to do to me.

"What are you going to do with that?"

Syrus stood a few feet in front of me with the knife in front of her, running her free hand over the flat edge of the hard steel. "I thought I'd get creative. Normally, Balloonies couldn't handle something like this, but I'm not your average Balloonie, so I think I'll try a different tack."

She then spun the knife in her hand so that the blade was facing her chest, which made me afraid of what she was going to do. "Watch that knife, Sy. You'll pop again if you get any closer to it."

Syrus, however, merely grinned at me. "Not this time, love. Watch this."

She then made a sudden yanking motion, which made me flinch from what was going to happen...

...

...

...but nothing happened. She didn't pop or even lose any air. In fact, the knife seemed to be driven into her torso and get lodged there as if she had stuck herself. Oddly enough, she then began to pull the knife down her front like a medical examiner doing an autopsy but with a much larger blade. There was a sound like liquid squishing, but as I watched, she soon made a long, thick cut all the way down her front from just under her breasts to just above her maleness. And when she set the knife aside and began to pull the gash open at the sides, I was amazed to see that there was little else inside her but air, yet she still had a massive incision made into her torso as if she was full of... putty.

Now it made sense. My guess was that even though she was still full of air, she had manipulated the material around the "cut" to make little more than an indentation in her torso like when you dug your fingers into an inflated balloon. It didn't exactly "cut" it; instead, it made an indentation in the skin and shaped it slightly while still keeping it intact on the surface. That was so weird!

Syrus sensed my amazed expression and looked down at me with a sly grin. "That's right, love. I'm still technically a Puttie, which means that I can do things that normal Balloonies could never accomplish. Now... come hither." She said this with a rather odd seductive shimmer in her voice that temporarily fooled me into thinking that I was dreaming again. My mind seemed to phase out for a moment as Syrus held out her hand and gently helped me get to my feet. For a moment, we stared into each other's eyes. Syrus' height had also improved with her transformation since she was now almost seven feet tall at the top of her head spike. I blinked slowly as I stared into her eyes, my mind seeming like it was in her possession at that time.

"What do you want me to do?" I said almost breathlessly.

Syrus smiled and looked down at me, running a hand over my shirt. "First thing's first. We need to make you more... suitable. These clothes just won't do." I nodded dumbly and was about to begin undressing when she gently grabbed my wrist and shook her head. "Not this time, love. I have a more... convenient way of doing this."

At this, Syrus' eyes began glowing red again and I felt her "grab" me in a Psychic aura. But just then, she narrowed her focus down to my shirt, shorts, boxers and socks and there was a sudden surge of energy as every last bit of material was reduced to tiny shreds of cloth all at once, which all fluttered down to the floor, leaving me instantly naked in her presence once again.

Syrus chuckled to herself. "That's better. Now I think I'll take over from here. Turn around, please." I did so without a fuss and I soon had my back to her. Her male length was still tucked away in its sheath, so anal sex seemed out of the question. However, she then wrapped her arms around my front and lightly pulled me closer towards her massive split chest. It seemed that she wanted me to slide my body into her, but I didn't have enough sense in me at the moment to do it properly.

But like the intelligent Legendary that she was, Syrus always had a backup plan. She closed her eyes and the both of us slowly began to lean backwards as we were gently lowered back onto the floor with Syrus under me. She then moved her arms in a way that she wrapped her hands around each of my wrists while my back seemed to dip slightly into her open torso. And as she opened her eyes again, she focused her powers around herself and she began a rather unorthodox method of bringing the both of us even closer together.

At her command, Syrus' black putty-like body seemed to liquefy again and thick tendrils of the stuff began to crawl all over my body from wherever my skin touched her. It was like she was once again in her original form despite the fact that she was full of air. The rubbery tendrils were rather warm and comfortable as they wrapped around each of my body parts before meeting on the other side and then sealing me inside her. I was slowly being lowered into her body until the only thing between me and the floor was a fraction of a millimeter's worth of balloon skin. Syrus' body attached itself to every part of my anatomy while still retaining her Anthro Lugian form. However, the blackness of her body was so complete that it was virtually impossible to tell that there was a human inside her from the outside.

Once Syrus had settled all around me, I felt something extend itself from her body and attach to the back of my neck in the exact middle of the Link Collar where my spine would be. This way, Syrus now had direct access to my nervous system as well as anything and everything in my brain. But why she chose to attach herself to the Link Collar and not the bock of my head or in one of my ears remained unclear to me.

Finally, Syrus lifted the sedative-like state that she had placed on me and I eventually came back to my senses. I soon found myself inside Syrus on the floor with everything around me being completely black except for two red lights in front of me. Just then, the gravity of the situation started to dawn on me.

"Sy... where am I? What did you do to me?"

This time when the Lugia spoke, I heard her as if she was speaking directly to my brain even though her words were still verbal. "I've attached myself to you, love. We are now all but inseparable. You are now wearing me like a suit in nothing but your birthday one."

I should have panicked, but oddly enough, this situation seemed oddly familiar. I had read about a situation like this from a story online, but I couldn't recall the title of it. The situation had been very similar except that the "wearer" of the Balloonie "suit" had been female.

Hearing this loud and clear, Syrus filled me in. "You're pretty close, love. This is a situation directly out of the story "Burgeoning Desires 2". I thought it would be pretty cool to try out, plus this way, I can finally go out into the city without anyone knowing that it's me."

She was getting way ahead of herself and she knew it. "Whoa, slow down there, Jethro! I never said anything about going out into public wearing nothing but a balloon for clothes. What makes you think you can just make my decisions for me?"

For some reason, Syrus chuckled and she whispered mischievously to me. "Because I know that you want to, too. You can't deny it anymore since I know exactly what's in your head at any moment right now. You know yourself that you've always wanted to try this out yourself. Come on... you know you want to."

She really had a good point. Ever since I head read that exact story, I had always wondered what it would feel like to wear a balloon over my body like a suit. I didn't have to think hard to know that she meant every word.

"Well... I guess so... but there's just one problem."

Syrus cooed lightly. "And what would that be?"

I was amazed that she didn't know it first. "I don't think people are going to like seeing a person as "black" as you walking around in public."

Syrus blinked. "Oh... good point. Hmm..." She thought about this for a moment before she came up with an idea. "Well... let's just try it out first and see where it gets us. I'm going to vacuum-seal you inside me and we'll go from there. Are you ready?"

I sighed. "It's not like I have a choice."

Syrus chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes. But first..." She then used her Psychic powers to move the both of us back into a vertical standing position as if we were being tipped up at a sharp 90-degree angle. And when I felt my plantigrade feet slide into her digitigrade ones, I finally got my footing despite the fact that I was now standing on the balls of my feet instead of on the whole things. I then felt an odd "ripple" pass over my body that seemed to be Syrus' way of "petting" me from the inside as she said quite clearly to me. "Here goes."

And with that, I kind of "felt" her open her mouth and spread her "vent" so that the optimum amount of air was being let out of her body at one time. As she did so, I could her the sound of rubber crinkling and it seemed like the walls were closing in around me as Syrus began to wrap herself around me. Her rubbery putty-like skin soon wrapped itself around my skin before sticking to it like some kind of superglue but without the sticky or painful stretching feelings. I could feel her crotch molding itself around mine as something slipped into my urethra, which seemed somewhat unnecessary. Fortunately, she didn't go very deep and I was able to focus on other parts of me. Her three-toed feet melted around each of my five-toed ones, filling the spaces between each of them and even sliding into the spaces where the toenails had once been on my big toes (don't ask!).

Her face seemed to stretch over mine better than any rubber mask as more of her Lugian form was lost and gave way to my human one. She even covered my hair, but unlike my crotch, she did not attach herself to each individual hair. She even slid neatly into my ears and her fingers slipped over mine better than any latex glove could ever fit. Soon, all that was left was her tail, which she didn't seem to want to get rid of just yet. And when it was all over and we had truly "become one", that was the only limb that she had kept intact throughout the whole ordeal, which made it feel like my butt was covered in a rather unpleasant air bubble. Syrus had even slid herself into my mouth and as far back as my tonsils before opening up the back of her mouth like a kind of vent that allowed me to keep breathing. The same could be said with my nose, letting her cling to the insides of my nostrils like some kind of supernatural mask. Even better, the thin barrier between her eyes and mine allowed me to look out on the world as if my vision had been sharpened significantly.

I felt that I had to ask her about the obvious. "Good job, Syrus, but why is your tail still there?" Amazingly, I could feel my skin stretching and flexing painlessly at almost every conceivable joint.

And when Syrus spoke, it was in the same way that she had been using so far. "I thought you would have figured that out, love. Tell me, what did Fiona do to Rachel with her tail in "Burgeoning Desires 2"?"

I thought about this for a moment before it came to me and... oh, boy...

"You wouldn't dare!" I said in utter disbelief.

But judging from the mischievous chuckle that Syrus gave, I knew that I was in trouble. "Oh, yes, I would. And just to make sure that you don't fight me..." All of a sudden, I felt my body lock up at every possible nerve as if Syrus had frozen me while still keeping me on my feet. And just like the story, Syrus began putting her long, thick, flexible tail to "dangerous" use.

To start with, her tail spikes began to cave in on themselves until her tail was completely smooth and round. She then repeated the process with it except that she was inverting it back along itself like what happened when you stuck your finger into a balloon, inflated or not. This wasn't going to end well, but there was nothing that I could do to stop it.

All I could do was brace for the inevitable as the inside-out tail reached my anus and began to poke through and make its way inside me!!! It felt like a thick, rubbery cock was being shoved into my ass but was much longer and more menacing. Not only that, but as more and more of it slipped into me, the "inside" of it was suddenly "filled out" as if Syrus was stuffing it full of more of her body's putty-like material. It was like the Dildo from Hell as I was penetrated even farther and deeper that should have been allowed. Even worse, Syrus seemed to be getting curious as I felt her tail move around inside me as it went in even deeper. I could feel it touching parts of me that I never even knew that I had had.

And just when it felt like her tail was going to shove itself right out of my mouth, I felt it attach itself to the rubbery seam that it had made behind my tonsils, completing the link and completely lining my insides with rubber and turning me into a kind of human balloon from the inside out. I could still feel my human organs and flesh, but there was now a distinct "rubbery center" piping itself all the way through me.

But despite everything that had already happened, Syrus didn't seem to be finished with me. She took another extreme step right out of the online story and began to leech millions of rubbery "filaments" from the solid "core" that was her tail into parts all over my body, which she soon seized control of and removed from my system as if my body was now hers. I could feel every tiny rubber filament as they clung to my vital organs and secondary body functions such as my nerves and my tear ducts, which had begun to well up from the feeling of the alien intrusion. Sure enough, Syrus cancelled their use and forced my eyes to remain dry as she seized control of every last bodily function that I had either under my voluntary or involuntary control.

But even though she now possessed complete control over me, she still couldn't stop me from feeling extreme emotions such as sorrow and fear, both of which I was feeling right now. And when she finally removed the lock from my body and allowed me to collapse to all fours on the floor, I was able to let her know how I felt.

"Syrus... why?" I sobbed without tears. "Why are you doing this to me? I can't feel much of myself anymore. I thought we were friends. Why are you controlling me like a slave?"

Syrus didn't answer this for a few moments, but after a while, she suddenly seemed to come to as if she had been in some kind of self-induced trance all this time.

"What's wrong, Alex? Why are you feeling so wretched? I thought I was giving you a treat by letting you wear me like a suit."

I was astonished that her mind had inexplicably rewound back to the last time she had been in control of herself. "You mean you don't remember? I can't feel any part of my body that you haven't attached yourself to anymore."

Syrus seemed genuinely perplexed. "What? Why would I do that to you? I should know better than to remove control from your own body. Are you sure about that?"

I blinked with what little control that I could. "Syrus, stop and think for a moment! You're body is so ingrained into mine that there's no longer any way to tell us apart!"

Syrus hesitated and then seemed to put me on the shelf for a moment as she surveyed her current situation. "Wha... what happened to you? How could I have done this to you? I should know better than that and yet I seem to have overstepped my boundaries. Oh, Alex... I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me! How can you ever forgive me for this?!"

Unlike most sex demons, Syrus seemed genuinely ashamed of what she had done. It seemed that she had let her wild personality get ahead of her again and because of that, I was the one suffering from the effects of her "lack of control". She didn't appear to have wanted to go this far, but right now, neither of us were sure that it was reversible. Granted, I had always kind of wanted to be in this situation, but now that I was actually in it, I was beginning to have second thoughts.

Amazingly, I didn't blame her for overdoing it. "It's not your fault, Sy. None of this was ever supposed to happen, but it did and now we must deal with the consequences. But look at the bright side..."

Syrus seemed shocked at my choice of words. "The bright side?! What could possibly be bright about this?! I've fused myself so well to you that there's probably no way to separate us again! We'll always be together, but in the wrong sense of the word! Not only will you never be able to separate from me again, but I can't turn back to my Lugia form without possibly killing you! So how could anything about this be bright?!"

I had an idea, but it came at a price. "Look at it this way. Now you can do whatever you want to me and I'll no longer be able to fight you. We're one entire being, but I'll let you do virtually anything to me and I'll deal with the effects of your decision. Go ahead; there's nothing more I can do to stop you."

And with that, I closed my eyes and willingly submitted to Syrus' power. As I did so, I felt oddly lightheaded but much more relaxed and free-spirited while Syrus struggled to figure out what was happening. I could literally feeling the rubbery filaments within me become so deeply ingrained within me that my senses began to fail and I was slowly passing into a state of pure bliss.

Finally, Syrus caught on to what I was doing. "Alex, no! You can't give up! I promise that I'll find a way to separate us! You can't leave me here all alone! I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I can't if you just give in! Please don't go! I don't know what I'd do without you!"

As my vision began to fade, I was able to think of a few final words to tell Syrus to put her at ease with my "passing". It's okay, Syrus. I won't go anywhere if you don't want me to. But this is the only way that we'll see each other again. I trust you will all my heart and soul. I know that you'll find a way for us to see each other again. Good-bye... my love... see you... on the... other... side...

That was the last thing Syrus heard in her head before she felt Alex give up and die within her. She could literally feeling him starting to dissolve inside her body and his "liquid essence" was acting as a kind of supplement and was restoring her original putty-like body. Syrus did not want to let go of him, but she knew that he was gone and that there was little else that she could do. However, she felt an odd sensation within her that felt like there was a small bubble of air lodged in her now-solid-putty body that seemed to contain the essence of the human that she had just "killed". Oddly enough, the human's spirit refused to cross over and remained firmly attached to her even though his body was already long gone. His determination puzzled the black Lugia as she felt her body slowly returning to its original True Lugia form. She was unaware that humans could be so stubborn when it came to passing on. She could understand much more powerful creatures such as Synthetics like herself, but the strength of a human's spirit amazed her. And his dying words had made it sound like he knew that she could bring him back to life.

The human's actions raised even more questions with the Lugia, so on a hunch, she decided to return to the computer room and do a little more research on the subject of Balloonies and their owners and what each one could do to and/or with the other. There weren't a lot of "facts" on the abilities of Balloonies when the humans inside them were pretty much "dead" and there was practically no information on Putties, which didn't surprise her since she was the only known Puttie in existence at that time.

But what she did find was rather interesting. She read over a few stories that she had collected and found one idea in common when it came to a Balloonie and their "former" owners. It involved turning the ten or so gallons of "latex soup" within the Balloonie that had resulted from their owners dissolving in their guts into a kind of "reincarnated Balloonie" of whatever shape, size, species and density that the "creator" desired. She was amazed that she hadn't noticed that before since one of those instances had been from the one of the exact stories that she had gotten her ideas from in the first place.

It seemed like a good idea, but there was just one problem: Syrus was a Puttie, which meant that whatever "liquids" that Alex might have left behind were already fused with her putty-like body except for the tiny orb of human essence that refused to be absorbed. So her options were somewhat limited. However, Syrus decided that since she was a new type of Synthetic that she would find a new way to "resurrect" her human owner. And it just so happened that she had an idea forming in her mind already.

Leaving the computer room, Syrus went back into the living room and sat down in the middle of the floor and looked down at her sleek, smooth and rubbery belly. She then closed her eyes and began focusing her energy into manipulating her body in a way that would "splice" off a piece of her and create a kind of "inverted pregnancy" like she had read in another story.

At first, all that happened was a short, thick, black tentacle that stretched from her belly and hovered in the air a few feet away from her. She then manipulated the orb of essence within her and forced it to travel along the tentacle to the end, where it created a kind of "taper" on the end like some sort of mutant cock. But then, Syrus began to channel more of her energy and body essence into traveling along the tentacle and building around the orb like a kind of inside-out pregnancy. Slowly but surely, a new figure began to build from Syrus' essence while she somehow stayed the same size and density as when she had started. Syrus' excitement continued to build as she saw her lover and owner reforming before her very eyes. She could finally stop worrying about his last wishes and put all her effort into giving his live brand-new meaning.

For a while, Syrus had been repeating the method of rebuilding her lover from the story to the letter, but when she stopped to think about the form that she was giving him, she realized that that was such a boring option. She had already enjoyed Alex as a human, and even then, he had barely been able to keep up with her. Deciding to push the envelope, she stopped forming him and pulled some of the material back into her body before reconfiguring it a bit and then pumping it back into him. This time, instead of a milky-white, human-shaped form, the figure turned a dark black identical to hers and began to better resemble a True Lugia, which would make things much more interesting when it came to their "merrymaking". She also knew that while he might start out as a True Lugia, she would train him to be able to manipulate his putty-based body into virtually any form just like she could. And in a sudden burst of mischief, Syrus even included the proper equipment that she possessed to make things even more "interesting".

Eventually, she had completely rebuilt the human into an identical five-foot True Puttie Lugia that was distinctly male. The two remained connected at their bellies and Syrus gave her reincarnated lover a quick scan from top to bottom before she nodded, leaned over and bit the makeshift "umbilical cord" at Alex's navel. The ends of the cords retreated back into the bodies of the Lugia that currently possessed them and disappeared without a trace. Finally, the male Lugia opened its eyes and took a deep breath even though it was now more out of habit than an actual necessity. Alex was finally reborn and it came to no surprise that he was a little unsteady on his feet. Syrus stepped forward and held her wing on his shoulder to steady him as the gears in his mind slowly started turning again.

The new Lugia looked at his "creator" with a blank expression while he thought over what had just happened to him. He seemed uncertain about the new lease on life that Syrus had given him, but then again, Syrus had gotten a little "creative" when she had been reforming him. She had intentionally removed most of his conscious thoughts and all but removed his ability to speak, turning him into a kind of "slave" to her own needs. She hadn't been able to control herself on the topic, which was kind of what Black Shiron had intended her to do to him in the first place. But unlike what she had been created for, Syrus had given him a little more free will than what she was "supposed" to and had given Alex a slight status boost from "slave" to "pet". He would now be unable to live on his own without Syrus' leadership and support to help him along, but somehow... that was just fine. He didn't seem to mind and to show it, he walked up to his "owner" and rubbed his head up against her chest. Syrus smiled and used her wing to pet her new pet while whispering in his ear.

"It's okay, Alex. I'll take care of you. No one will ever hurt you or take you away from me again. I thank you for all you've done for me and I'm sure that I will be able to repay that debt."

Alex merely purred as his "master" stroked him. It was truly an odd sight to see a black Lugia petting an identical one like a pet, but that was how things were from now on. And like the pet that he was, Alex quickly became curious and wanted to "play". He lowered his head down to Syrus' crotch and nibbled lightly on her sheath. Syrus chuckled at the Lugia's enthusiasm and slowly lowered herself into a sitting position.

"Okay, boy. I guess we can play for a bit. But then we need to think about moving out. People are bound to hear us before too long and I don't want anything to happen to you."

Alex trilled and turned around, his tail raised to reveal a new rubbery anus that soon met Syrus' unsheathed cock. The two of them began to "play" with more enthusiasm than either of them had been able to do before. The air soon began thick with the smell of latex and the sounds of both Lugia in motion. All the while, Syrus kept thinking about her life thus far. It might not have been easy, but in a way, it was much more... fulfilling.

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