Desperation & Devotion
written by Skye McCloud
Ryder and I had been best friends all throughout our childhood. We grew up on the same street; his family moved in right across from us when I was a toddler. He was a white tiger, fit and lean, and I was a cheetah... but I hardly had a handle on the whole speed affinity idea. There was always something special, and interesting about he looked. He was always the sexy one of the two of us, keeping himself toned, handsome, and strong. I was always the little child of the pair, forever awkward, clumsy, and fumbling with natural energy that I just didn't know what to do with. But I had that sense of adventure and imagination that kept him thoroughly entertained. He would tease me, call me 'Connie,' and I would tackle him, and make poor attempts at beating him into submission. It always ended up with him on top of me, tickling me until I had to tear myself away in a mad dash for the bathroom.
As life went on we both developed our own niches in life; I found an outlet for my pent-up energy in writing, and he has a love for sports. I grew up to be a cute guy as well, overcoming my awkward childhood. My body grew from the pudgy child I once was to a lean, trim young man. I still looked like a tall kid, but I suddenly found him cuddling up to me more often. We always respected each other's differences, and always came together as confidants, and more. But we both knew there was more to it than mere coincidence when he'd brush against my crotch, or I'd hug him a bit too long, and my paw would trail down towards his ass. Hormones were kicking in big time. We wanted each other very badly, but we were both too afraid to admit it to the other one.
This one night when we were about thirteen years old I slept over at his place. I don't remember how, but he coerced me into playing strip poker with him. It wasn't hard for him to get me to agree to anything, really, because I'd jump through hoops for him, but I wasn't ready to do something so provocative with him. Not yet, anyway. I was shy about it, still being uncertain about my body, and embarrassed to lose such a game to him, but I reluctantly agreed. We're friends, so it was alright, he said. So we made sure we were wearing the same number of clothes, and went ahead with it. One long hour later we were both sitting in our underwear, and the next hand would have forced one of us to display our manhood for the other. I was blushing like crazy, and afraid of the outcome, because by then I was trying desperately to hide my own hard-on. I nearly cried as I looked at my final hand; it was awful and I would have lost. I think I could have handled him having to strip for me, but I just couldn't take having to strip for him. Not yet. I think he understood what was going on, and took mercy on me. Neither one of us were ready to go to that next step yet, and keeping the friendship intact was priority. We decided to leave it as a tie. He then pounced upon me, snuggled his nearly-naked body onto mine, and apologized for putting me through that. I melted into him, clutched to his fur, and together we just laid there like that for hours. So many words were left unspoken that night, but it was the first time I really felt and understood that we were both attracted to one another.
It was the summer before high school when we both decided to come out to each other. I'd always had it planned as something I would do in a meaningful way, but of course nothing goes as planned. I'll never forget that day; it had to have been about five or six months after the poker incident. By then we were very comfortable with each other, having spent nights together in the same bed, hugging each other, and basically giving the other blue balls, because we acted like a couple but the facts were never stated. We sat on the beach, wearing nothing but our swimming trunks, completely vulnerable to each other. He took my paw in his, and he sort of blurt it out to me. He rambled on about how much he loves being with me, and how much he enjoys feeling my body, and how he was sorry about putting me through that poker night, and how confused he was about liking guys, and how he wasn't even sure if he liked any other guys except for me. I was special, and important to him, and he wanted to spend his life with me. He told me he loved me. I laughed at how he came out to me when I had planned to come out to him first; I immediately crashed into his lips, and begged him to share eternity. The sun was setting over the beach, and he laid me down. We both slid each other's swimming shorts down a bit, and we pawed each other off. It was a quick little thing; we both orgasmed in a matter of minutes, but it was special. It was a symbolic way of confirming that we were together.
Ryder and I were boyfriends ever since, and remained as such throughout high school. We even got voted as 'cutest couple' when we graduated. All in all it was pretty fairy-tale as far as a gay relationship could have went. Well, we had our fair share of disagreements, as every couple does, but overall we fit each other's mold perfectly.
College had certainly proven to be a strain on our relationship, but we've been persevering. It doesn't hurt that our parents chipped in together to buy a place off-campus for him and I to share while we were there. He earned himself a soccer scholarship, and I was working on a journalism degree. Despite our schedules we still found time to at least keep in touch throughout the week, and get together as often as we could for study dates and carefree weekends. But recently Ryder's been having some financial problems, so he took up a job with the science laboratory as a test subject to give him a little boost. It was good money, and we still had enough time together. We always had time at night.
I actually had to laugh the one time he came home sporting lime green hair from an accident.
~<>~
It's been a few days since I last heard from Ryder. He left the other night for work at the lab like normal, but he didn't come home that night. Nor did he come home the following afternoon. I tried calling him a few times, but got nothing.
I hope he's alright.
~<>~
By now worried doesn't even begin to describe the emotions I'm going through. It's been five days. I've tried calling his cell, leaving messages, and I just have not had any luck getting in touch with him. I'm afraid to tell his parents, so I haven't even called them. I've checked my voice mail and texts at least a dozen times an hour. We don't have any classes together, so I can understand not bumping into him randomly on campus, but we always ate meals together, and slept together, and woke up together. We made time for each other despite ourselves. I just have no idea where he's been.
Did I do something wrong?
~<>~
I find myself calling his cell phone, knowing full well he won't pick up. I just liked hearing the sound of his prerecorded voice.
'Hey, it's Ryder's answering machine ... thing. You know the drill. Love you, Connie.'
He still loved me, because he didn't change his message.
~<>~
It's been a very long week for me. I haven't slept in days, nor have I eaten anything; a friend of mine had to force me to drink some juice today before I collapsed. I need Ryder. We're not just friends, boyfriends, or lovers. He was my reason for being, my lifeforce, and having him gone from my life was too much of a burden to bear.
I wasn't going to hurt myself, though. I knew there was a reason for his disappearance, and I knew he would come back to me.
My claws have become nothing but nubs by now, and I think they're going to get infected if I keep chewing them.
~<>~
Classes were finally over for the weekend. This spring had been nice and cool, but still warm enough for most clothing to be purely optional. I'd spent the evening glumly putzing around, being forced to 'cheer up' by concerned friends, but by now all I wanted was to lay down and go to sleep so I could forget he wasn't around for a little while. I tossed my keys upon the table as I entered our place. It's been very lonely and discomforting here for the past week without his warmth.
Trudging along to complete my day I kicked off my sneakers, peeled off my jeans, and pulled off my shirt before lazily depositing everything in a rumpled heap on the floor. The night air felt so chilly, and lonely against my body. I stood there in the center of our bedroom for a moment wearing nothing but a small pair of purple briefs, the desire for a comforting touch overwhelming me. He and I hadn't spent longer than a few days apart before, and it had been over a week since feeling his firm, assuring grip around my waist.
I leaned over, and flicked off the light before climbing into bed. That's when I saw him. A figure climbed into the bedroom, and sat upon my windowsill. I wasn't afraid, though, because the moonlight gave the intruder away. It proudly displayed the angel-white tiger I had been missing for so long. The light gave me such a beautiful glimpse at his body, wearing only wore a pair of thin shorts. His smile was longing, and desiring. I could tell it was him right away. Still, I had to be completely sure it was him. My night would have been rather hellacious if it was some fiend come to molest me. Unless it was Ryder, of course.
"Ry?" I whispered out of curiosity, hoping to be right.
"Yeah, Conner," came the familiar voice. "It's me." It was my Ryder. I leaped from the bed to hug him. The night hid everything, but I could tell it was him. His familiar smirk, his enchanting eyes, his shaggy hairstyle, his beautiful face... he was really here. All of my worries, and sadness, and every negative emotion I've had for the past week just melted away. I hugged him, and he returned my embrace. "I'm so sorry... I've missed you so much." He whispered before lightly nipping at my neck, his throat emitting the familiar light purr I had gotten so used to hearing whenever he was around me.
"What happened to you? Where have you been?" The words poured from my muzzle, though I only really cared how he was. He was here in my arms. I already felt strong, and back to normal.
"There was a lab accident, so I had to stay until it was all resolved," he said lowly. "I'm sorry I couldn't call you or see you sooner, but I'm back now."
"Well, you're back, and that's all that matters." I fisted against his chest, not wanting to press him any further. I just missed him so much. "Can you just... hold me tonight, please? I've been so lost without you," I begged, and he laid down on my bed before opening his arms to welcome me into his embrace. I happily obliged, plunging my body into his arms. He nibbled my ear, and traced along my bare chest like he always did. I didn't care what had happened; he was here, and now, and I was going to enjoy my boyfriend's company. His body was oddly firm against mine, but I didn't linger on the thought for too long. I didn't really have the chance to.
"Are you mad at me?"
I chuckled lightly. "Honey, I can't be. You'll tell me what happened when you're ready."
He rubbed against my midsection suggestively, beckoning me to come join him in shared arousal. He grazed against my crotch slightly, tracing the outline of my cock against my underwear. It had been a long time, and I wanted him desperately; it wasn't difficult to turn me on when I was already there.
"Baby, do you want to?" he finally purred into my ear, turning my cheeks a distinct shade of scarlet despite my fur.
"I haven't felt you in a week, what do you think?" I remarked coyly, anticipating his familiar body against mine. He slid a paw down to my hip, and carefully slid away my underwear down around my knees. The sensation of him undressing me always got me hard, and he knew it. Within a moment his paw gripped my cock firmly, and gently stroked up along its length to coax me further into arousal. He then brought me into a kneeling position, and rested against my back. One arm was around my chest, and the other paw was firmly gripping my own cock. I kept feeling like something was a little amiss, like he was wearing some kind of clothing that I didn't notice. But even despite that it felt so natural to feel him touching, and stroking my body like he was.
I could feel his own cock poking about my anus, but once again there was something different about it this time. It was firmer than normal, and distinctly smooth. He also didn't reach over for any lubricant or anything. I ignored my own intuition, though, because I just wanted to feel his girth inside of me. Even if everything felt a little out of place he still felt so natural against me. It was mesmerizing feeling a part of him deep within me; as cheesy and poetic as it sounds it really assured me that we were one. My breath hitched as his shaft penetrated me, and slid up my asshole. He was always a perfect fit; the tip of his cock always poked against my prostate perfectly, and gave me just the right amount of satisfaction. He was built for me, I swear it.
He nuzzled the back of my neck as I gasped to gain composure; he was always considerate. He'd plunge himself into me, and wait a little bit for me to adapt. He knew me all too well. He would take the time to tease my cock, and comfort me while I got used to the sensation. But after a few moments I was fine, and he could thrust to his heart's content. It was a symphony of euphoria. He arched and flexed his torso around my buttocks, slipping his shaft in and out of my asshole. He stroked my cock gently; he would always strive for us to orgasm at the same time, and most of the time we did. I silently prayed that tonight would be another of those simul-orgasms to reaffirm that he was back.
"So, um..." My ears twitched at his voice. It was a little unsure of itself, despite everything he was doing to my body. "Conner, you like rubber, yeah?"
"Of course I do, you ... ahh! ... know that," I whimpered as his cock plowed against my sweet spot for the umpteenth time.
"The feel of it, the restriction?"
"Yeah, baby, yeah," I groaned out. I could feel myself climaxing; a part of me just wanted to tell him to shut up and fuck me, but I didn't want to be inconsiderate. My cock ached it urged me to release my load, the euphoria of the moment stifling my inhibitions.
"I have a confession," he moaned out before squirting a little into my ass. A melody of 'plip plip plip' sang out as his cock squished in and out of my ass, nearly drowning out whatever he had to say. "The lab accident kinda turned me..."
"Eh?" Drops of pre-cum drooled from my shaft as he furiously pumped along its length.
"It turned me into rubber, Conner," he cried out as we shot our loads together. I was shocked to hear that sentence, but my jizz still flew out across the bed sheet. I could feel his sticky, creamy liquid coursing through my ass, leaving a warm sensation throughout my body. We both sort of collapsed onto the bed together, his dick still imprisoned within my hole.
We laid there for a little bit while I tried to grasp what he had just said. I could hear him sobbing slightly, only furthering my confusion. "What do you mean?" I eventually panted out.
He pulled himself outside of me, and turned me around to face him. He then turned on the light to show me what he meant. I looked at his face, and my thoughts just jumbled together. He looked like himself; he had his same smile, his same eyes, his same beautiful face. But he had a shine to his features. His fur was smooth, and sleek. The light reflected off of his creamy white skin. I looked over his taut stomach and chest, and they also shone brilliantly. His entire body was firm, shiny, and supple. I cried slightly from the moment; I loved how he looked, and my body only agreed to my thoughts, but he had been changed from what I was so used to. He wasn't soft, or fuzzy, or anything like that. He was just tight, and sexy now.
"What happened to you, Ryder?" I whispered, pushing my arms around him, begging him to collapse into me. "I... um... I don't know what to say about this, but you're... rubber? Completely, or just outside, or... what happened?"
He leaned into my affectionate gesture, eliciting a gasp of surprise from me at how sexy he felt against my body. "It was some chemical they tested on me, and it turned me into rubber... inside and out. I mean, everything. My skin, my fur, my insides... it's all some sort of living rubber. They tested, and treated me for it, but they can't revert me back. So they just kept me there to keep it all quiet, because they were afraid I'd..." he sobbed, and leaned into my neck. "Conner, I'm so sorry, I don't know what's going to happen to you."
"You're here, everything's fine," I tried to reassure him, but he quickly interrupted me.
"No, no... they... they kept me locked up so I couldn't infect anyone... I..." he sobbed into my shoulder, and stroked my cheek gently with his rubbery paw. The feel of rubber felt so intoxicating against my fur and skin. "They said I was contagious, and if I did anything... like... you know, sex... with someone I'd pass it on to someone else, but... my... it's been over a week, and I missed you so much... and I love you so much, and it was killing me to be trapped there while you just wondered what happened to me..." My eyes widened as I witnessed his panic attack; I wanted to comfort him, and assure him everything was fine. My stomach felt a little weird, though, so I shifted slightly in an attempt to ignore it. "So, I broke out of there, and... and came here, and... I just couldn't say no to you, I can't not be with you. I ..."
"Just say it," I said. My arms and legs were feeling a little heavy for some reason, and I had a weird feeling about everything.
"My cum injected you with the same chemical that turned me into rubber, Conner... you're... going to turn into rubber like me," he stated before just laying into me, crying like a baby. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt your beautiful body like this... I just missed you so much..."
I knew it. Already I could feel the seed of rubber coursing through my veins; I knew everything felt weird, and interesting. But I didn't mind it. It felt really good. "Ryder," I said as I convulsed slightly. "You're only going to be with me, right? Do you promise?" I shook slightly, feeling my legs turning from flesh to latex.
"Yes, of course," he sobbed. "I never want to be with anyone else. I love you more than the world, I..."
"Then it's okay," I interrupted. I gasped as the chemical crept up my legs and arms, turning my beautiful fur into a sleek, shiny gloss. "You don't have to worry about infecting anyone else, because we can be together like this," I smiled. I could feel the rubber remolding my chest, and collapsing my stomach slightly.
"How can you be so calm?" He looked up at me, his eyes saddening as the latex seeped through the pores of my face to turn my scruffy fur into a sleek, shiny masterpiece.
"Because I'd do anything for you, and I don't want you upset," I gargled. My tongue and muzzle were changing into rubber, so speaking was a little awkward for a few moments. "I just... if this is what was meant to happen, I'd rather this have happened than be apart from you. I sound so cheesy and romantic, but..." I bucked my hips against his own; I could feel my tail and ass turning into rubber. "But it's okay."
"Conner, I love you so much, and I didn't want this to happen," he said, composing himself. He kneeled over me, nestled in between my legs, and watched as the last bits of my fleshy body become rubber. He then gripped my ankles, and wrapped my legs around his waist. "But since it is, I'm going to welcome you into this body," he grinned with newfound determination.
I wiggled my rubbery ass slightly, urging for him to pound me senseless once again. "Show me what this body can do," I grinned as he plunged his rubbery cock into my ass. He pounded me harder than he ever had before. The rubbery infection neared completion, and caused every inch of my body to glisten and smoothen into a sleek, tight rubber finish. It left my spotted pattern completely intact, and just added a gleaming shine to it all. My cock and balls were molded with the rubber, and were perfected by it. My chest and stomach had molded slightly to give me a bit more definition.
"You are so fucking sexy like this, baby," he said lowly, admiring the job his infection did to me. "I love it. I love fucking this tight rubber ass." He then pulled his cock out, and grinned at me. "We've never done this before, and I want to see if you like this," he murmured before plunging his paw into my asshole. I gasped audibly as he pushed his arm farther and farther into my body; the latex turned everything inside of me into something so flexible that I believed he could have shoved his entire body into my own. He laughed, and pulled his arm back out before filling me up with his rubbery cock once more. "I tried that on myself the other night. I got a lot of weird looks at the lab."
"That... gah! ... that felt good, but... ahh... just... oh, god, shut up and fuck me, Ry, fuck me hard!" I cried out, begging him for no mercy. He pounded me even harder; I swore he had grown some in the past few minutes. His cock slid in and out of my asshole in harmony once again, the sensations driving me crazy. My cock bounced around in one of his paws, stiff as a rock, but aching for release. He bent down, and traced along my midsection with his tongue. Rubber against rubber squeaked slightly, and the sensation put my mind into overdrive. He then suckled gently on my cock, but soon began grazing his teeth against my shaft every now and again before finally devouring my crotch in his maw. He licked, and nipped against my balls, and took a bit of time to tease my sheath a bit. This was something new for me, but I went with it. He slowly licked around my cock, and the tip of his tongue trailed against the sheath's opening. I couldn't believe how good it felt, even as rubber. I didn't understand why it felt so good, but it was as if the rubber itself was causing every sensation to be magnified. It was absolutely orgasmic.
Finally we just finished it. He sucked and pumped me off until he was gifted with my own seed spraying deep into his own throat. At the same time he filled me up with another shot of his own cum, giving me even more of that sticky, warm sensation in my midsection. Satisfied for the time being we collapsed into each other once again, lowly purring away at each other.
After a few moments he picked his head up, and licked his lips. "It tastes like rubber," he chuckled. "But in a good way."
"It turned my cum into rubber?" I wondered aloud, still panting from our recent quickie.
"You are so sexy, Conner," he said to me, still kneeling in between my legs. His cock still dangled in my asshole, stiff as anything.
"I feel sexy," I giggled nervously. "Like... I want to have more sex. Can we, please?"
"Yeah... um... so, funny thing to mention..." he nervously said before he began thrusting himself in my ass again. "A side effect of this whole rubber thing is... umm... we're pretty much always going to be horny. That's why they locked me up, so I wouldn't jump on anyone there."
"So we're always going to want sex?" I asked.
"Pretty much," he grinned.
"And this is different... how?"
"Hope you're up for a fucking marathon," he smiled as he ran his rubbery paws over my sleek legs. I shuddered in excitement; the night was still young, and we were two horny guys with nothing else on our minds anyway.
~<>~
We spent that whole weekend doing nothing but having sex. Sex in the shower, sex on the table, sex on the sofa, sex in the bathroom... one of us had a dick in the other one in some way, shape, or form pretty much all of the time. We were getting exhausted, but we just couldn't stop, and our place was becoming a sticky, rubbery mess from all of the latex cum everywhere. Honestly, by the end of the weekend we were crying in exhaustion from being unable to control our libidos.
Fortunately some of the lab's officials found us by the end of the weekend. They learned I was infected as well, so they brought both of us back to the lab so they could at least make it so we weren't contagious, or horny all of the time. They basically hooked us up to some machines, and forced sleep upon us so they could actually fix us. A few days later we were well-rested, apparently not contagious, and while we still had our sex drives intact we weren't jumping each other's bones every minute of the day.
To this day we joke about that weekend, especially when we'd go a day or so without any sex.. We still have amazing sex all of the time, but we have our downtime back again. It feels good to just cuddle Ryder without worrying about keeling over from sexual exhaustion.
~<>~
It's been about six years since Ryder and I were turned into rubber. We've long since graduated college. Ryder decided to switch his focus to genetic science, and I continued my journalism degree. Ryder now works for our college as a professor, and I'm content to just write my novels, short stories, and everything else I find the time to pen. My latest novel comes out in a month, and I'm a little nervous about how it will do. All in all we have a very content life.
About three years ago they developed a 'cure' for our rubberiness, and Ryder and I talked a lot about it. Going back to a normal life, having our fur back again, and just being normal again. Run of the mill, average people.
We decided against it.
Being made out of rubber has really made our lives more interesting, and more unique. Not just because the sex has been magnified, and absolutely amazing beyond our wildest dreams (okay, so that's a big part of it). But we look exactly as we did from that very day we were turned into rubber; it has stopped us from aging altogether, and children that we are we kind of like that idea. Being able to look at each other when we're sixth, or seventy, and seeing the exact person we first fell in love with has a distinct appeal to us.
We also spent a long time getting used to being rubber. The lab managed to make it so we're at least not naturally glossy, though we certainly have the option to make ourselves shiny with the right lube. We've gotten strange looks, as if something isn't quite right, but no one's approached us about it. We still look natural enough to blend in with all of the 'normal' people, so we've become very proud of our efforts. We adjusted to this, so we just decided that we didn't want to un-adjust from it. Ryder and I were assured that if we ever change our mind the formula would be there. Maybe someday, but not now.
So, we're still made out of rubber, and loving every minute of it. Especially when we're connected at the dick.