Nostalgia
written by Skye McCloud
Chase and I were best friends throughout our days at the academy. We shared a room together, hung out together, and were pretty much inseparable. For the most part we were neck and neck with our classes. We always had a little tension between us, though; I had a crush on him, and I could sense that he felt the same about me. But we never acted upon it, putting our studies first. Though there were a few times when we'd catch the other glancing inappropriately, or we'd catch ourselves in a flirt... it was cute in that shy teenager kind of way. Had one of us said something to the other we probably could have been more than friends.
But fate is a cruel mistress, and had plans for us. Years of shoulda woulda couldas in exchange for our careers. Technology had made our otherwise uninhabitable world livable for the past few centuries, but the clock was ticking on our dying planet. Our scientists scurried to find new alternatives to keeping our way of life intact, and our desperation has us looking to the cosmos. Living in space, creating a satellite environment, was the latest entertained option. Plans went in motion, and by the time we were looking forward to graduation the space station Nostalgia was preparing for launch. It was set to orbit the world for at least a decade as a test to see if human life could be sustained without a planet.
Chase wanted very badly to experience that kind of experiment. I, however, had a future already set in motion here. I was offered a position as a physics professor for our academy, and I had already accepted it. Luck be damned Chase was offered a position on the station due to his expertise in systems administration.
We both graduated, I stayed here, and he joined the crew that could possibly save our future generations. Admittedly, I was a little heartbroken. I wouldn't see him again for years. It was a tearful goodbye; we spent a long time hugging, promising that we'd always be friends, and continuing to let words remain unspoken.
That was five years ago.
I'm still a professor at the academy these days, although I tend to treat it as more of my day job. By now I'd become kind of a maverick in the industry, able to fix pretty much any problem at a moment's notice. A freelance debugger, if you will. I've tackled viruses, administration compromises, hackers, and pretty much anything that would threaten our society's computer systems. In this day and age we don't take a computer threat lightly; we rely on them for everything. I enjoyed having a simple life; a nice home, good cooking, and time to spare. I intended to keep it that way. To that end I'd pretty much forgotten about Chase. At least, I thought I did.
I got a phone call about a week ago asking for my help with a matter of 'dire importance,' and how I was 'highly recommended.' Apparently the Nostalgia had a few problems, as all machinery did after a few years of existence. And that's really all it took to get me packing my bags for a trip to the nearest launch site for a direct trip to an old friend.
Nostalgia indeed.
I arrived on board the Nostalgia some time around noon, though one could hardly tell by looking outside. The endless void of space expanded beyond my field of vision, and the world looked so beautiful glowing below me. Even though I was hired as Mr. Fix It I was glad to have had the opportunity to experience that visual firsthand. A young lady was sent to greet me upon arrival, and absolutely gushed about how excited Chase was to see me. The years had done my old friend well; he was now Chief of Systems Administration of the Nostalgia, and apparently oversaw a large crew. All well and good; I just wanted to see him.
She brought me to a room, explained that I'd be staying here for the duration of my visit, and that Chase would arrive soon to meet me. I thanked her, she left me in a cozy little guest room with nothing to do but wait, and contemplate.
~<>~
"Kouya?"
My eyelids fluttered open upon hearing a familiar voice. I hadn't realized I fell asleep waiting, and yet here I was lounging about my room. I craned my neck up to face my past; namely, Chase.
"Kouya Maaza. Wow, it's been ages. How've you been?" he smiled at me. The fluorescent lighting gave his mess of blond hair a soft glow, and his blue eyes sparkled with excitement. He was the blond-haired blue-eyed cutie, whereas I was the dark, handsome type. Some things never change. He had, though. He was taller, definitely more toned, and he wore an incredibly skintight bodysuit. It was orange, had circuitry coursing through its design, and covered his whole body save for his midsection which remained naked. It did nothing short of tease me with his well-defined abs.
He was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
"I'm doing great," I found myself saying after sizing my old friend up. I felt a little swell of nervousness rise in the pit of my stomach; I wanted it to be like the good old days, but time can be a devil. I thought I'd tempt fate, and make the first move. I advanced to hug him, but before I could get close he tossed a pile of blue fabric into my arms.
"Don't get too comfortable with me just yet, Kouya. Put that on."
"What is it?"
"It's a bodysuit much like mine," he grinned, his eyes giving away his own excitement. "It'll keep you alive, trust me."
I'd blame him for being a pervert and wanting to already see everything I had to offer, but my eyes have been doing nothing but ogling his figure since he came into my vision. "Keep me alive...?" I finally inquired, though I assumed it was some sort of protocol and that if I didn't wear this I'd get sucked out into space or some such.
"I work with dangerous things," he stated. "Just trust me. Put it on." He flashed me a devious grin. "Besides, I want to see how well five years has treated you."
He sat on the bed, and gave me the biggest grin. Once again, I'd call him a pervert, but... yeah. Why give him instant gratification when I can prolong the frustration? I took the bodysuit in hand, and headed into the bathroom to change. I could almost hear the disappointed 'awwwwwwww' coming from Chase's internal monologue, and I chuckled at the thought. I peeled off my own clothing, and slipped the thin garment on. The material stretched slightly, enveloping my skin, and defining every curve of my body. It shined slightly under the bathroom lights. Once the garment was completely on I could feel it hum to life. I'd have been concerned about this, but judging by the circuitry I assumed it was attuning itself to me or something.
Moments later I stepped back out wearing a blue bodysuit similar in design to Chase's, but with a simple twist. It was completely one-piece, so my midriff wasn't exposed, and the circuit design wasn't quite as elaborate. But it was form-fitting, and left just as little to the imagination. I tugged certain spots a bit to ensure some comfort, and received a few light claps and howls from my one man audience.
"Like what you see?" I had to smirk a bit. I definitely looked good in this ensemble; the suit clung to my body just so, and the circuitry flowed calmly about my chest.
"Absolutely," Chase smirked, admiring my body. I could definitely feel the tension in the air. "Anyway, it's time I showed you the issue."
We exited my room, and walked down a series of corridors. Chase pointed out some things about the station, and discussed everything in detail, right down to what kind of metal the screws were made out of. I glanced around, noticing that everyone was dressed in the same bodysuit identical to mine. I was curious about Chase's different suit, but I figured it had something to do with his rank.
I couldn't help but notice how intently he stared at me. Not just my face, but my whole body. His eyes drifted up and down the length of my figure, sizing me up, and taking me in. He looked hungry; I wondered why we were continuing this charade in the first place. We both knew we wanted the other badly, so why the pleasantries?
Perhaps we could rekindle our old flame once this task was complete.
He lead me into a small room, deep in the bowels of the space station. He rambled on about technical issues with the ship, and how their computer systems have become riddled with viruses every once and again. When they're found they're extracted, and kept in this particular room. It was a small room, but there were hundreds if not thousands of discs here containing each and every virus.
"A month ago our station grazed some space junk," he began as he pulled down a box of discs, his lean body taut as he stretched up to the top shelf, "and shortly thereafter our computer systems picked up this particular virus." He turned back to face me, a small disc in his hand. "tig_tf.exe."
"That's an odd name," I said as he approached me, disc in hand.
He smirked slightly, his eyes conveying a mixture of emotions. Happiness, desire, assurance ... I wasn't quite sure what to make of Chase at the moment. But his face warmed up as he stood right in front of me, and placed an arm around my midsection. "Kouya, our suits have a drive. By loading in a disc we can access all of the information inscribed upon it, and it is embedded within our souls." He leaned up, and kissed me lightly on the cheek, running his free hand up and down my back as a lover would. I sighed contently, his words odd, but his voice calming. I wrapped my own arms around him, hugging the lover I could have had, and the friend I was now wanting to reconnect with.
"Kouya, I downloaded the information within this disc to myself," he whispered. "And it's opened my eyes to an exciting existence. I called you here because I wanted you to share it with me." I looked at him in the eyes. His eyes sparkled, sapphires that they were, with desire most paramount in them.
"What do you mean?" I had to inquire, not quite sure what he meant.
"You'll find out soon enough," he said, and with that shoved the disc into my back. I can only imagine the expression on my face.
I could feel the disc inserted into a slot in my back, adjacent to my spine. The information poured into spinal cord, and rushed into my brain. I gasped for air, reeling back from the comforting touch of my friend. His eyes danced about, his smile contagious, but he didn't let me go. He kept holding onto me as my mind rushed with new information.
Memories faded away, and were replaced by new ones. Thoughts I once had about insecurities were cast to the wind. My inhibitions didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was pleasuring myself, pleasuring the one true person I cared about, and enjoying it all. My body convulsed as my own desires became more paramount. Everything I wanted in life was there for the taking now.
My bodysuit began to change as the infection spread throughout it. It was as if a flood of new fabric began bleeding out of my own body to cover the bodysuit assigned to me. The circuitry contorted a bit, and shined brighter than before. The fabric shifted about, the virus altering the material composition to better suit my new mindset. Whatever this was before it felt like it belonged on me. Like my body was gently being enveloped in a new skin, and not some uniform.
"What's happening, Chase?" I asked, my mind barely able to contain the sensations I felt. I couldn't describe them. It wasn't painful, it wasn't pleasurable, but it was still euphoric. A sense of belonging, I suppose. It was pure unadulterated contentment. I couldn't stop smiling so dreamily.
He hugged me, and helped me to sit down as the virus finished it's infection. "The same thing that happened to me the other day," he said as we held each other. "I wanted to share this wonderful gift with you."
"Chase, I..." I felt so glorious like this.
It wasn't long before I passed out with quite possibly the biggest smile imaginable etched across my face.
~<>~
Déjà vu is a funny thing, but it was exactly the notion I felt as my eyelids fluttered open. My belongings were exactly where I left them before everything occurred. I glanced around my quarters, unsure if that was all a dream. But I could tell it wasn't. I still wore the orange bodysuit identical to Chase's, and my mind felt freer than it had ever felt before. I had no real anxiety, nothing holding me back.
I laid a hand on my body, and could feel surges of pleasure coursing throughout myself from the touch. I wanted to experience that more, to touch myself, to be touched, to pleasure myself, to pleasure the one I wanted most in life.
I wanted to please Chase. To touch him, to taste him, to love him. I needed him. My chest heaved as my breathing became more and more determined. I had never felt this way, so needy, so desperate. My body was filled with such erotic sensations; I couldn't help myself. I no longer felt any inhibitions.
My hand lusted after my cock, and before I could control myself I had snaked my arm down my pants. Could I still call this a bodysuit? It was so delightfully accessible, displaying my own firm abs beautifully. They were already slick with sweat, illuminated by the soft glow of the lighting. The circuitry on my ensemble began glowing a brighter than normal, my own body heat magnifying its intensity.
I felt nothing but lust for the moment. I could envision Chase across from me, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, grazing over my crotch, beckoning me to an erection. His gorgeous tongue licking his full, pouty lips, his eyes intent with desire, his hands determined to please me just as much as I wanted to please him.
Suddenly something in my mind snapped; it felt as though I lost every thought process I had for myself. My own goals, dreams, and reason for being no longer mattered. All that mattered was that I let my lust overtake me.
A tingling sensation began in my groin. My mind was in a daze, my hand lazily pumping my own stiff member. But I released my own grip, and laid still for a moment, allowing my own body to be caught up in the heat of the moment. I cannot describe it exactly, but it felt like my bodysuit was melting away, although more so it felt as if the bodysuit was becoming a part of me. The circuits running through my suit had come to life, and were pumping some inky black liquid all over me. It looked like it was covering it, enhancing it, and reforming it. My eyes grew wide as my balls seemingly spilled out from my suit, but no, they were repositioning themselves in a new suit. Everything was changing before my eyes.
I made to reach my hand down, to take part in all of the amazing feelings going through my mind, but I couldn't. I was frozen. Actually, no, I wasn't, because I began to walk over to the center of the room, but I wasn't actually walking myself there. It was different than being frozen in place; I had no control over myself. I panicked slightly, but I kept feeling those sensual sensations throughout my body. Nothing else was felt; just pure desire. Pure desire for myself, for my own lust, for everything I wanted most in this world.
It felt too good to even want to stop.
I was forced to play spectator as my body moved on its own accord. One hand traced down the length of my chest, my stomach, and gently teased my crotch. My groin spilled into this new black area of my suit, and took on a new shape. Thankfully my body glanced down so I could actually see what was going on; I could feel my lips curling into a smile. I didn't quite know what I was looking at, but I could see a perfect outline of my balls and what seemed to be my cock. I wasn't sure; it looked... hidden. But moments later it peeked out from its chamber to greet me. I was forced to trace a fingertip against what I thought to be my head, though I'm sure it didn't look like that last I checked. It looked ... feline.
The inky blackness spread over my legs and torso, coating them with a rich, supple layer of some material. Light reflected off of the surface it created, dazzling my eyes with its luster. My hands continued to tease me, forcing me to lightly stroke my own cock, eliciting gentle mewls from my mouth. I was surprised that I was able to speak, but then I realized I was being forced to moan. I couldn't even control my own reactions. I was going to enjoy this whether I liked it or not.
As my hands played with my cock I could feel the black material coating the rest of my legs. They felt heavier than normal, and looked thicker; they didn't look like my own. Paws covered my feet, and matching pawpads pushed themselves out of my soles.
The blackness spread up my body, covering my chest and back with the rubbery material. It felt so erotic, I couldn't help but find my own mind enjoying the feelings. Rubber creeping around my body, my cock throbbing in between my hands, and I didn't even have to do a thing for this automated pleasure. There weren't any inhibitions when I wasn't in control to begin with; it was euphoric and liberating. I glanced at my arms, which had also become coated by the inky material, and watched as my own hands transformed into paws. My cock throbbed slightly as I gripped against it, pads pushing themselves out from my hands onto my stiff member. I let out another moan, though I wasn't sure if that one was forced, or if it was my own doing.
The rubber crept up my face, transforming it next. I couldn't see what was happening, but I could feel it. The rubber covered my face completely, hiding away every speck of my own identity. It felt like a mask, but one that fused to my face, rather than simply covering me. I wondered if it was permanent, but I didn't want to worry about that right now. The sensations were too good to be true. I could almost feel the rubber molding over my face, shaping itself into a muzzle, ears, and everything.
Something was missing, though. But whatever higher power was in control of my actions was a step ahead of me. I was forced to stand up, reach behind myself, and in one swift motion I yanked out a jet black tail that would make any cat jealous. It curled around my left leg once, as if to thank me for freeing it from its confines.
My body rippled slightly as colours washed over my own features. I could feel a design being etched into the rubber, made from what seemed to be ... well ... I can't describe it. It just looked like light. It was similar to the design on my bodysuit, but more elaborate, more fierce, more commanding. The design of someone who knew what he wanted, and knew he was going to get it. I found my face curling up into a cocky grin, obviously pleased with the result.
"Finally, I can play," I found myself saying. The tone was determined, empowered, and hardly my own. I was a little afraid, but there was still something comforting about the presence that had taken over. Like all he really wanted was to have fun.
I was forced to lean down, my tongue licking my lips hungrily as I examined my rubbery crotch. The light from my body swirled in an intoxicating pattern. I licked my cock once, delighted at its taste. I suckled a bit on it a little, enjoying the feeling of it in my mouth. Then, to my surprise, I let go of it. I was disappointed, but I kept bending over more, my face moving beyond my crotch, and leaving wondering what was going on. I wouldn't have minded sucking myself off.
But no, I wasn't going to suck my own cock today. This presence had something else in mind. I bent over more than ever before; no doubt I'd have snapped myself in half had I not been in this rubbery suit. In between my legs my face kept going beyond until I stared at my own ass. I could see the beauty of my rubbery tail, how it swayed over my head, still thanking me for releasing it.
The presence wanted to play with my new ass. I could see it clearly; more muscular than before, but just a little rounder, a little fuller. It was like staring at two ripe cantaloupes. I licked my ass cheek once, enjoying the rubbery taste. The feel and texture of it was smooth, a little creamy feeling, and definitely nice. I licked again, savouring the moment. I was definitely satisfied with the result.
Then the presence became bold.
I licked inside my asshole gently, testing it out. I expected it to taste weird, but no, it tasted beautiful. Rubbery flesh inside and out, despite it feeling like nothing more than a bodysuit. I licked my asshole a bit further, relishing the moment. My tongue stretched out, begging to grasp something. I didn't know what this body had in mind, but I was enjoying it. My kitty cock was rock hard, drooling precum as I ate my own ass. My tongue inched further into my hole, and further and further. I had no idea how I could do it, but I could feel myself licking something inside of me. My cock dripped more pre about my stomach, creating a sticky mess on my chest. My tongue continued to work on my asshole, and my paws found their way to my cock to pump it a bit.
"Starting without me, I see," came a soft purr from behind me.
My body burned with my impending climax, but despite my wants and desires I craned my neck around to see Chase leaning against the wall. It didn't look exactly like him, but I could tell it was him; his eyes were the same, and his smile was as similar as it could be for a human-cum-rubber feline. He was pawing away at his meat; I had no idea how long he'd been standing behind me, nor how I missed hearing him enter. He was as tall as me now, with a rich, muscular frame encased in thick, black latex. I stared at him, imagining that my face must have mirrored the beautiful feline's face his had become. He was everything my heart desired at that moment. Strikingly beautiful, prepared for anything, and ready to please and be pleased.
He wasted no time kneeling down in front of me, his perfect tongue settling down upon my latex groin. He tongue lapped up my cock hungrily, savoring every bit of musk I could excrete.
"I've waited five years for this," he purred out in between licks.
"Yeah, you're taking it now, though," I growled out, surprised by the words coming out of my mouth. But I didn't care. I didn't care why I was forced to say such things, and he could just speak his mind. I'd figure it out later. Right now all that mattered was taking him like I wanted to five years ago.
He turned himself around, and laid beneath my legs. I kneeled down until my ass was poised just over his face. I wiggled slightly, beckoning his tongue's company, and within moments he dove into my rubber asshole, seemingly desperate to explore every cavity it could. In the meantime his paws made for my thick cock, and began pumping lightly. Always aiming to please, I leaned my own body down and began suckling on his own cock, coaxing him further into ecstasy as well.
I grabbed his hindlegs, and pulled them around my waist. I wanted to eat his fine ass myself. I dove in, licked around, and claimed him with my tongue. He showed his appreciation by upping his own vigorousness, causing my own ass to positively throb with desire. I inhaled his scent, savoring the delicate mixture of rubber and Chase. Had I known he tasted this good I'd have made him mine years ago.
Unfortunately, five years ago we never would have had the nerve to do this sort of thing, but thanks to the virus we have no reason not to. Why hide our wants and desires from the other? Who cares about circumstances when being with the one you love feels so good? I never wanted to stop feeling good with him.
I felt myself masturbate onto his stomach slightly; I pushed his paws away to prevent orgasming too soon. I had better things on my mind. No, I would not cream onto his stomach; I wanted everything to mean more than that. This wasn't a fling, this wasn't a quick little bit of sex. No, this was cementing the very essence of our relationship. He emerged from my asshole, having driven me insane with pleasure enough to last a lifetime. But he knew what I wanted. "Take me," he whispered. It was a low request, and one I could not help but oblige.
We adjusted our positions, and he soon presented me with his fine ass. Pert, plump, and absolutely drenched in latex. He was right there for the taking. So many years, and our first time would be nothing short of pure, unadulterated bliss. Usually when two lovers have anal sex for the first time it will hurt like all heck for a while, but our rubber bodies knew better than to believe that. This was going to feel beautiful.
"I've waited a long time for this, Chase," I groaned as I prepared my entry.
He gasped slightly as I pressed my cock against his hole, my head slipping into him. "Do it, please. Fill me up. I want you inside of me."
If this is a dream, never awaken me. I plunged my thick kitty cock into his fine ass, and began pumping hard. Strangled moans roared out from his maw as I did everything I could to fill him full of my seed. Sweat beaded up and trickled down from my forehead, slicking up the rubber even further. My paws gripped the sides of his waist, pulling him into me as I rocked my cock into him with every smooth motion. Five years of wanting him, five years of waiting for his ass, five years of dying a little every time I looked at the sky.
"Five years, and now you're my mine," I growled, the virus' hold on my mind being pushed aside to make way for my own wants and desires. It might have control over me in more ways than I could imagine, but it couldn't speak from my heart. "I'm never letting you go again," I said, absolution paramount in my voice.
"I'll never leave you again," he cried out as he pumped his own paws around his stiffened member. Cream spilled out of his cock as I banged into every crevice of his hole.
It didn't take long after that for a steady stream of jizz to explode from my kitty cock, dripping down into his hole, and spilling down onto the floor. Despite that I kept plowing into his ass, enjoying what I'd become, and loving everything this moment had to offer. He was finally mine, and nothing could stop me from claiming my lover. I didn't want to stop. Cum splashed around the sides of his ass, plip plipping onto the carpet. I didn't care, though. I never wanted this to end.
However, all things must unfortunately come to an end. My body, thoroughly exhausted, finally forced me to stop after my cock had drained itself completely. I slumped down against Chase, our bodies intertwining as we flopped against the plush carpet, smack in the middle of the puddle of cum we had created. We mewled together satisfactorily, obviously pleased with what had happened.
We dozed off in each other's arms, feeling nothing short of absolutely elated.
~<>~
"Kouya, wake up." His voice. It was shaky, a bit nervous, but in my mind it was everything I wanted to hear.
I opened my eyes to see his beautiful face staring at me. "Chase," I smiled dreamily at him, glad to see him, and that it all wasn't just a wild dream.
He leaned down before me, his bulge mere inches away from my face. "I think I need to explain something."
"Anything, love," I beamed as I rubbed my hands along the sides of his body.
"You know, there was no emergency on the Nostalgia," he began as he stroked my hair with one hand. "I was infected with this virus, but there is no cure. I'm not contagious, just really really horny all of the time. All I've done was think about you, and beat off to you, and want you so badly. So I thought I could get you up here, infect you, and share this bliss with you." He reached down, and gently patted my crotch. "I'd apologize, but I'm not really sorry." He then brought his lips down against my own, and before he kissed me he whispered, "now we can be together forever."
Sweat trickled down my forehead as his face re-emerged into my view, a cocky grin curling upon his lips; I could already feel the transformation beginning, as well as see his own. My cock had already grown rock hard against his sensational touch, and my body was responding in all the right ways. It needed his touch so badly, just as I needed him so badly.
"It's okay," I said as I felt my own lust begin overtaking me again. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he said as he nuzzled against me. His eyes gleamed with lust as well.
Our orange bodysuits made way for our new black latex skin. Our tails intertwined. I knew I'd never be without him again.
Nostalgia be damned.