{"sf1_id":383098,"sf2_id":"WelKGg01","title":"Embra's First Match","author":"Taki","words":4425,"posted_at":"2012-05-29T03:52:00.000Z","tags":["F/F","Fighting","Forcedshifting","Gender Shifting","Jolteon","Latex","Pokemon","Transformation","Transgender","Vulpix","deception","unwilling"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/383098-embra-s-first-match","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/WelKGg01","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1e/b4/1eb43c32-b1e7-4c39-9775-8896f6a2c9d7","description":"The hottest show on television features people in high-tech latex pokemon suits doing battle, with a sexy reward for the winner. But when there's a minor technical malfunction...","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I started putting on the latex suit thirty minutes before the match, as usual.\u0026nbsp; This time I was playing a Vulpix.\u0026nbsp; Not my first choice, just based on personal preference, but the fire types are always fun. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The techs had the inside powdered and ready for me, so I slipped out of my street clothes and started pulling the Vulpix legs over mine.\u0026nbsp; I'd long since given up any shyness around the techs.\u0026nbsp; It would be silly, anyway, considering how I'd look with the suit on.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I always laughed at that.\u0026nbsp; How would the audience react if they knew half the people inside the suits were actually short, slim guys like me?\u0026nbsp; All it took was padding in the right places and anyone looked generously female in them.\u0026nbsp; The polls showed that 70% of people watched for the shiny, nude pokémon girls, and 65% for the action.\u0026nbsp; There is of course overlap in there.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;With the latex coating up to my thighs, my feet settled into the slots in the legs of the suit.\u0026nbsp; The legs of the latex Vulpix continued below my feet as a sort of spring-loaded joint to give it that digitigrade look, and a powerful stride that made the fights more fun to watch. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I stood briefly on the rubber paws to pull the suit over my butt.\u0026nbsp; This was always the weirdest part, watching my male equipment get hidden under the puffy female lips shaped into the suit.\u0026nbsp; I spread the rubber vulva and smoothed the surrounding area to make sure the female illusion was complete.\u0026nbsp; The suit was exceptionally detailed in the crotch, and from the outside looked just like a real female: inner and outer labia, clitoris and all.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;After that, I tugged on the torso of the suit, slipping my arms down the sleeves into the attached paw-hands.\u0026nbsp; The techs sealed the fasteners running up the center of the chest for me, since I didn't have a ton of dexterity with my hands in the suit.\u0026nbsp; I jiggled the large breasts for a moment, because, well, wouldn't you?\u0026nbsp; Last, I pulled the hood over my head, settling it in position and making sure I could see out of the eyes.\u0026nbsp; \"Ok, turn it on.\" \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The techs fiddled with their computers and I felt the suit warm up and grow tighter on my body.\u0026nbsp; I stood and stretched, hearing the latex squeak softly.\u0026nbsp; I looked behind me and saw the puffy latex tails waving gently.\u0026nbsp; The suit took care of their movement for me, making it look natural.\u0026nbsp; I opened and closed my mouth and the latex muzzle copied me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;One of the techs looked me over, making sure the suit was in proper shape.\u0026nbsp; \"Ok, give me a quick power test.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I held a hand up and triggered the specials, making a small ball of fire appear in the air above my palm.\u0026nbsp; The flame grew and shrank under my control, than vanished with a flourish.\u0026nbsp; I never even felt the heat from it.\u0026nbsp; \"Feels good.\"\u0026nbsp; My voice was altered into a feminine lilt with a slight feral roughness.\u0026nbsp; Nothing I said would be audible to the audience during the match, but they used the same suits for the Q\u0026As and other PR jobs.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The tech nodded.\u0026nbsp; \"All right, everything checks out.\u0026nbsp; Good luck in your fight.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I nodded and sat on my bench to wait.\u0026nbsp; There was a mirror across from me, and I'll admit to sitting a bit lewdly to show off my shiny red bits to my own view.\u0026nbsp; These suits are pretty well-built.\u0026nbsp; Big tits, wide hips, round asses, and perfectly sculpted for realism.\u0026nbsp; Or as realistic as latex pokémon girls can be, I suppose.\u0026nbsp; I watch plenty of these events on my own time, and not just to research opponents' styles. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Don't tell anyone, but half of the show is acting.\u0026nbsp; The powers are real, of course, and sometimes the physical hits can hurt a little, but the suits protect us from any real harm.\u0026nbsp; When we take a good hit, we have to sell it like it's actually inflicting damage.\u0026nbsp; In a way it's more of a dance with the specific order of moves unspecified, but the reactions highly choreographed.\u0026nbsp; It makes for great entertainment.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The Vulpix's name on the show was Embra, and I was glad I just played the part for the fights.\u0026nbsp; The fire-types tended to fit my combat style better, but the Embra persona was a bit of a ditz at times.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;One of the techs glanced at his panel and waved to get my attention.\u0026nbsp; \"Bad news.\u0026nbsp; Power failure in the lighting system.\u0026nbsp; The match is delayed.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I sighed.\u0026nbsp; \"Damn.\u0026nbsp; Any ETA?\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;He shook his head.\u0026nbsp; \"Not yet.\u0026nbsp; We'll help you out of the suit.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I shrugged.\u0026nbsp; \"Eh, don't bother.\u0026nbsp; It's pretty comfortable.\u0026nbsp; I can wait for a bit.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The techs looked at each other nervously.\u0026nbsp; \"You really should reconsider that.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Why?\u0026nbsp; The temperature in here is cool enough to be comfortable, and I don't have to pee or anything.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"If you insist.\"\u0026nbsp; The tech looked conflicted for a moment, then turned back to his panel and tapped out a message.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I stretched out and laid back on the bench to wait.\u0026nbsp; With a couple of the padded tails under me, it was pretty comfortable.\u0026nbsp; The wait ended up being longer than I expected, and I got bored just sitting around.\u0026nbsp; Despite how comfortable the suit was, it wasn't really meant for long term wear.\u0026nbsp; My record was only a little over an hour because I'd take them off as soon as my match was over.\u0026nbsp; As the delay stretched into the third hour, I was starting to feel weird.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I stretched and twisted, cracking my back.\u0026nbsp; Those heavy breasts on the front of the suit were great for looking at, but was hell on my back supporting them after a while.\u0026nbsp; I was also feeling tingly in a few of the tighter places on the suit, like the feet and crotch.\u0026nbsp; That latter one was mildly concerning, but I'd felt worse on long bike rides, so it was easy enough to shrug off.\u0026nbsp; Still, I pulled at the latex between my legs to try and get the boys some more room.\u0026nbsp; The rubber didn't want to separate from my skin and I winced.\u0026nbsp; Not enough powder on the inside.\u0026nbsp; It was going to be a pain to remove after the match.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I heard some of the techs arguing quietly across the room and looked over to catch one glancing at me.\u0026nbsp; He looked away quickly and hissed at the others.\u0026nbsp; \"You know the rules. We tell _nobody_.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Hey, you guys have a problem?\" I barked at them.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The one who had been looking at me shook his head.\u0026nbsp; \"Nah, just trying to settle a bet on yesterday's match.\u0026nbsp; Steve here is claiming that a ring-out doesn't count as a proper defeat, and he won't pay.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I nodded slowly.\u0026nbsp; \"Sure, whatever.\"\u0026nbsp; I went back to my quiet waiting, still trying to tug the suit off me in various places to get comfortable, but it clung tightly.\u0026nbsp; Hopefully I'd work up enough of a sweat in the match to help it come off. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I was just about to call the tech over to help me out of it for a break, but then a facilities guy burst into the room, looking haggard.\u0026nbsp; \"Lights are up, and we're ready to go.\u0026nbsp; Get on the field as soon as you can.\"\u0026nbsp; And then he was off again, probably to alert everyone else who was on the schedule today.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;That was great news.\u0026nbsp; I stood and clapped my paws together.\u0026nbsp; \"Excellent, I'm ready to rock.\"\u0026nbsp; I walked from the changing room to the staging area, closing the door behind me with a tail. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The staging went as usual.\u0026nbsp; I stood spread-eagle as someone sprayed me with oil to increase the latex's shine.\u0026nbsp; Everything had to be exaggerated to show up better for the cameras.\u0026nbsp; The sprayer was thorough, and even gave an extra spray between my legs to make it look especially damp.\u0026nbsp; A crude trick, but the ratings went up when they started doing it.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;A green light came on in front of me and I stalked out of the staging hallway, tails lashing behind me.\u0026nbsp; Spotlights lit my opponent and I, standing at opposite sides of the field.\u0026nbsp; It was a forest theme for this fight, which meant mostly grass and low plants with a few trees scattered around.\u0026nbsp; Can't have a real forest blocking the camera views, after all.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I was facing a Jolteon for this match, which made me laugh.\u0026nbsp; With a fire type and an electric type going at it, they wouldn't have even needed to fix the lights; we'd light the place on our own.\u0026nbsp; Maybe I'd pitch the idea of a darkened match to the producers some time.\u0026nbsp; The Jolteon character was named Arcy, but I didn't know who was actually in the suit.\u0026nbsp; They don't tell us the matchups to avoid having us collude and make the match look too scripted.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I stared down my opponent, knowing the audience was hearing an announcer describe both of us.\u0026nbsp; We both knew to watch the big scoreboard in our peripheral vision for our cue to begin.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The screen flashed through a colorfully animated countdown then showed \"START!\"\u0026nbsp; I dashed toward Arcy, springy legs powering me forward faster than any human could run, and she came toward me the same way.\u0026nbsp; I summoned a ball of flame above my left paw and held it out in front of me. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The Jolteon matched me, electricity visibly crackling around the yellow rubber of her forearm.\u0026nbsp; Don't ask me how they made that work.\u0026nbsp; The electric types were tricky.\u0026nbsp; The special attacks moved fast, so you had to start dodging before they actually fired it off. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;We closed to within fifteen feet and I dove to the side, dodging the bolt of electricity that hit where I stood.\u0026nbsp; I tucked into a shoulder roll, keeping the building flame going in my paw.\u0026nbsp; It hurt a little when I hit the ground, which I wasn't used to.\u0026nbsp; Usually they fully protected against light falls like that.\u0026nbsp; If they were going to reduce the padding in the suits, they could have at least warned me.\u0026nbsp; Probably some writer thought it would add realism.\u0026nbsp; No matter, it still wasn't as bad as it would have felt without the suit.\u0026nbsp; I finished the roll and sprung to my feet, launching a bright line of flame at Arcy.\u0026nbsp; Her path took her behind a tree where she waited while my flamethrower wasted its power on the wood. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Flames climbed the tree and set fire to the leaves, forcing Arcy to sprint out from behind her cover.\u0026nbsp; I was already on the move toward her, though, and aimed a spinning kick at her as soon as I got in range.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;She ducked backward to avoid it and moved in to counterattack, but caught a face full of latex tails as I continued to spin, bringing my rear up to make sure I got a solid hit (and also to give the cameras a nice shot of my ass).\u0026nbsp; The scoreboard flashed \"TAIL WHIP!\" while Arcy fell to the ground.\u0026nbsp; She appeared to be stunned, but I knew it was just an act.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I pointed my arm at her and summoned another ball of flame, delaying just long enough to give her a chance to roll out of the way of my flamethrower.\u0026nbsp; It was too early for the show to be over.\u0026nbsp; I singed the grass beside her and bounced lightly on my feet because I suspected what was coming next.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Arcy jumped to her feet, then lashed out with two fast kicks, both connecting with my side. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I grunted and hopped to the side to make it look good, but it wasn't completely necessary.\u0026nbsp; The kicks hurt too much, just like the roll had, and I wasn't happy.\u0026nbsp; Again, it wasn't like taking an unprotected hit, but it wasn't right.\u0026nbsp; If the suit wasn't protecting me properly, then things could get really unpleasant if I took a hit from a special.\u0026nbsp; Unfortunately, there was no good way to call an end to the match.\u0026nbsp; The suits were supposed to be totally safe, after all.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;While I was distracted by the kicks, Arcy was charging another special.\u0026nbsp; I noticed just in time to toss myself sideways and to the ground.\u0026nbsp; The thunder wave caught part of my right arm, and even with the latex suit protecting me I felt it go limp.\u0026nbsp; Those attacks must have serious power to go through rubber.\u0026nbsp; I caught my fall with my left hand and scrambled back to my feet.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I had to end this fast before I really got hurt.\u0026nbsp; With only one good arm it would be difficult, though.\u0026nbsp; I raised my left palm and started building up a good flame.\u0026nbsp; For the first time I felt heat through the suit.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't intense, but I did know I was holding an intense ball of fire in front of me.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Fire Spin is tough to pull off, even with both handpaws to control it.\u0026nbsp; Arcy knew it, and was smart enough not to come in close while I prepared it.\u0026nbsp; She stood directly in front of me, bouncing from side to side, ready to dodge as soon as I let loose. \u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The fire grew and left my palm, swirling in a small vortex in front of me.\u0026nbsp; I tracked Arcy back and forth, then shoved the small tornado forward with a sidearm pitch, powering it up with a yell as it went.\u0026nbsp; It flashed toward Arcy, twisting and growing...and shanked off to the right, missing her completely.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The momentum of my throw carried me around in a circle, and when I looked up Arcy was waiting for me, pointing at me with one hand while the other made the \"tsk tsk\" motion.\u0026nbsp; I didn't see the bolt of electricity she fired at me, but I sure felt it.\u0026nbsp; Once again the latex coating offered less protection against the electricity than I would have expected.\u0026nbsp; My muscles went stiff, my tails pointing out straight behind me.\u0026nbsp; If I had a normal pelt and not shiny rubber, my fur would have been standing on end.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't feel directly, but surely my hair inside the suit was doing it.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The thunderbolt released me, and I fell limply to the prickly-grassed ground, heart fluttering.\u0026nbsp; I struggled to try and get back to my feet, but my muscles weren't working right.\u0026nbsp; All I could do was lay back and look upward as Arcy stood over me.\u0026nbsp; She cocked her head to the side, probably wondering why I wasn't continuing the fight.\u0026nbsp; I should have been able to take a hit like that and keep coming, but I was done.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Arcy pressed one footpaw against my chest, and the scoreboard flashed a declaration of her victory.\u0026nbsp; She was free to take her victory reward, and I hoped she'd be quick about it so I could find the techs who didn't set up my suit right and punch them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The victory reward was acting, too.\u0026nbsp; Even more than the fights, actually, but most people accepted that rewards weren't entirely sincere.\u0026nbsp; I hoped I could put on enough of\u0026nbsp; a show to not get fired after this was over, but I really wasn't feeling it, for obvious reasons.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Arcy knelt, straddling my chest, and leaned over next to my head. \"Weak fight, Embra.\u0026nbsp; Feeling ok?\"\u0026nbsp; It didn't really matter how loud she spoke.\u0026nbsp; Our words would be dubbed over by voice actors for the audience.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I grunted.\u0026nbsp; \"Been better.\u0026nbsp; Make it quick if you don't mind.\"\u0026nbsp; I was starting to regain control of my movement, but there was still a Jolteon sitting on my chest.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;She nodded and squeezed the suit's nipples teasingly.\u0026nbsp; It was a typical move to start out, and the standard response was a gasp and a shiver, all acted.\u0026nbsp; I've never been as good at acting out the victory scenes as I was with the fights, but this time went differently.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I felt the pinches.\u0026nbsp; Not vaguely as a tug on the suit like it should have been.\u0026nbsp; Hell, it was on the most padded part of the suit; I shouldn't have felt a thing. But there it was, the feeling of an actual pinch on my nipple.\u0026nbsp; There was no acting in my ensuing gasp and twitch.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Arcy smiled and played with my breasts more, squeezing them playfully and flicking at the nipples, making a very disturbing heat build in my crotch.\u0026nbsp; Apparently I had gotten a breast fan as my opponent, and she was enjoying teasing me while I was helpless.\u0026nbsp; \"As fun as these are to play with, I _did_ win this round, so you have some work to do.\u0026nbsp; She spun around, our shiny latex skins squeaking against each other, and sat on my face, positioning her molded rubber sex over my muzzle.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I was worried and confused, but also aroused.\u0026nbsp; Whatever was happening to me in the suit, it had softened the blows of battle but the sexual caresses came through unfiltered, maybe even enhanced.\u0026nbsp; I felt a stroke across my vulva and the pleasure shocked my body rigid almost as much as the electricity had.\u0026nbsp; _My vulva_, like it was actually a part of me.\u0026nbsp; Worse, with as aroused as I was, I should have felt hard, uncomfortably tight in the suit, but I didn't.\u0026nbsp; The feeling was more...wet.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Arcy wiggled atop me and pressed her pussy right against my nose.\u0026nbsp; \"Come on foxy, lick and you get a reward.\"\u0026nbsp; It was a reminder to me to play my part, and it would probably be dubbed with the exact same phrase on the telecast.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I was distracted by the fact that Arcy's sex smelled of latex.\u0026nbsp; Of course, smelling latex while inside a suit made of the stuff isn't at all remarkable, except that noticing it now meant I had _stopped_ smelling it at some point, and I hadn't realized.\u0026nbsp; Since leaving the dressing room, all I'd smelled was forest, fire, and ozone.\u0026nbsp; Only now, with another suit pressed right up against my face did I smell rubber.\u0026nbsp; That worried me more, but I had to test how bad the situation was.\u0026nbsp; I stuck out my tongue and licked, and I tasted latex and the shining oil.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't a very enjoyable flavor, to be honest.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I suppressed the panic that started to threaten me.\u0026nbsp; It was _my_ nose she was sitting on and _my_ tongue I was tasting with. The fastest way out was to finish the scene, since there was no way I could explain this to Arcy and have her believe me.\u0026nbsp; I licked like my life depended on it, even though my partner couldn't directly feel it.\u0026nbsp; Hopefully she'd see my eagerness and get the message.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Arcy noticed, and whether she got the reasoning or not she played her part well.\u0026nbsp; A thick paw-finger slipped between the slippery lips of my puffy female sex and briefly made me forget what I was doing.\u0026nbsp; \"Damn, girl, they sprayed you down good.\u0026nbsp; And wow you're warm in there. How long have you been wearing this thing to heat it up so much?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I couldn't speak.\u0026nbsp; The shock and pleasure of having something inside me, spreading my feminine lips, stroking the latex inner walls, was too much.\u0026nbsp; I tried to answer, but my voice came out in choked yips as my back arched upwards, my tails flailing across the ground below me.\u0026nbsp; It took a moment, but I caught my breath, and went back to pretending to pleasure the latex Jolteon on top of me.\u0026nbsp; No longer was I doing it to get away; I was doing it to entice her into letting me cum.\u0026nbsp; The last bit of my acting was replaced by reality.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;My right arm was all pins and needles as it recovered from the thunder wave, but it worked well enough to wrap around Arcy's thighs and tug her into me.\u0026nbsp; My other arm was busy at my breast, squeezing and rubbing the mound of flesh, tugging at the stiff, stretchy nipple.\u0026nbsp; It was the best show I've ever put on.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I wished that Arcy's tongue worked as well as mine now did.\u0026nbsp; I desperately wanted to feel something similar to what I was doing to her.\u0026nbsp; She was no slouch with what she had, though.\u0026nbsp; Her fingers worked eagerly, sliding and squeaking between my thighs.\u0026nbsp; The touch made my whole body tingle, but her paw-fingers were too short.\u0026nbsp; I felt a deeper ache in a place that shouldn't be there, and that she couldn't reach, no matter how much I thrust my hips against her to try and get her deeper.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Soon, I could take no more.\u0026nbsp; The newness of the sensation of female sex and the surprising sensitivity of those parts was just too much.\u0026nbsp; I pulled away from Arcy's pussy and shouted in climax, feeling my vagina try to crush Arcy's fingers.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Arcy mimicked me, arching her back and pretending to howl through her own orgasm.\u0026nbsp; She rested on top of me, breathing heavily for a moment, then rolled off me and stood up.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;It took me slightly longer to catch my breath, since my orgasm had been real and I was still recovering from a decent electric shock.\u0026nbsp; Arcy offered a hand to help me up and I gladly took it.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Arcy patted me on the shoulder. \"Way better job on the victory show.\u0026nbsp; You a new hire from the porn division?\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I shook my head.\u0026nbsp; I still didn't know if Arcy was being played by someone I knew.\u0026nbsp; Best to just be vague until I knew what was happening.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The Jolteon held up her damp, glistening hand.\u0026nbsp; \"And seriously, what did you do to get all juicy?\u0026nbsp; It's a great effect.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Obviously I couldn't tell her what it actually was, so I just shrugged.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"A shy one?\u0026nbsp; No problem, as long as you can put on a show.\u0026nbsp; Nice working with you!\"\u0026nbsp; She walked off toward her changing room, and I headed toward mine.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I was still moving slowly, but I managed to stomp angrily into my changing room, glaring angrily at the waiting techs.\u0026nbsp; \"Off.\u0026nbsp; Now.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;They stared at me, especially the dampness between my legs.\u0026nbsp; One of them looked nervously at the others and was pushed forward.\u0026nbsp; He approached me and felt around on my chest where the suit sealed, then shook his head.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Don't give me that.\u0026nbsp; Something fucked up is happening.\u0026nbsp; I got hurt out there, and then I had a real orgasm.\u0026nbsp; _Get it off._\"\u0026nbsp; I narrowed my eyes and growled, and caught a flicker of flame in the air above my clenched fist.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The head tech that had shushed them all before came over to me.\u0026nbsp; \"It's not coming off.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"What do you mean?\u0026nbsp; It's just a rubber suit.\"\u0026nbsp; I knew that wasn't true even as I sad it.\u0026nbsp; I felt around for the seam myself, even though it would be difficult to work it with the handpaws.\u0026nbsp; There was nothing but smooth rubber.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;He looked uncomfortable.\u0026nbsp; \"No, it's not just a rubber suit.\u0026nbsp; We weren't allowed to tell anyone, but it's clearly too late now.\u0026nbsp; It's...part organic or something.\u0026nbsp; Not even we know all the details.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The longer I stood there, the more awkward I felt being naked in what I was being told was now my actual body.\u0026nbsp; \"You could have just told me it wasn't good for the suit to leave it on or something.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The tech cringed. \"We were told that if anyone looked like they were about to wear one too long, we shouldn't try too hard to stop them.\u0026nbsp; The producers thought a fully bonded player might make for better fights, but if you were really getting hurt then it's not going to work out.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I growled again, and both my hands became engulfed in flame, making the tech step backward.\u0026nbsp; \"Really? _That's_ the only problem you see?\u0026nbsp; That I might get hurt?\u0026nbsp; I'm fucking stuck in this thing!\u0026nbsp; You said it was bonded or whatever, does that mean you have to cut it off me or something?\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;He shook his head nervously.\u0026nbsp; \"You don't understand.\u0026nbsp; There isn't a suit anymore; there's just you.\u0026nbsp; The rubber, the feet, the voice, the--\" He coughed and nodded downward to my female bits.\u0026nbsp; \"It's all yours.\u0026nbsp; What you were is gone.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;My heart sank.\u0026nbsp; I was stuck like this.\u0026nbsp; My identity was gone, replaced by this latex Vulpix.\u0026nbsp; The flame powers definitely weren't enough to make up for the gender change, or the stubby handpaws, or the weird latex appearance.\u0026nbsp; \"You need to step out of flamethrower range, right now.\"  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;The tech hesitated only a moment, then quickly backpedaled several steps and hustled out of the room, taking the other guys with him.\u0026nbsp; When they were gone I let the fire on my hands go out.  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I sat on the bench and lifted one of my large breasts with a sigh.\u0026nbsp; I'd have to deal with those things for the rest of my life.\u0026nbsp; What would that be like?\u0026nbsp; And what would I do for money?\u0026nbsp; The fights would be dangerous if I could get hurt, but I could probably find some job with the Company.\u0026nbsp; I was clearly talented at the sex scenes now, but the idea of doing them when it was real was far more distasteful than the suited acting had been.\u0026nbsp; I could do the character pieces at Embra, but ugh.\u0026nbsp; She was far from my favorite character.\u0026nbsp; I'd rather be almost anyone else.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;All I could do was wait for one of the producers to show, so I could yell at them and then see if I still had a job.\u0026nbsp; I guessed I would.\u0026nbsp; After all, they'd claim I was still wearing their property.  \n  \n\n"}