
"Hey what's that?" asked the young female zebra.
"Some fun for later tonight." her husband answered and leaned over to kiss her.
"You bought one for me?" she whispered in his ear and nuzzled his neck.
The two zebra mates had several years ago on an internet site for rubber fetishes. A the time both were new to the world of rubber and hesitan to really converse with anyone on the board, but were content to watch and listen to some of the stories the other rubber furs had to share. Over time they began to become more open toward the site, the two met at a rubber convention and fell in love at first sight. Zebra male, zebra female and both had a passion for latex clothes would fit together perfectly.
One thing led to another and they get married on other grounds than their rubber fetish.
On this paticular night after months of waiting Duke had recieved his package, a custom made suit for Gaille. It wasn't a suprize for her, she knew that it was comming, but didn't know what it would look like. Both of them had though it fun to suprize eachother with new suits at various times, rubber or zentai. And a healthy collection had been built up between them.
But this suit was special, or so the site had said. A new company had been advertizing for a special suits at reasonably low rates. He had inquired why the suits were "special" but there was no reasonable answer that he got, but because of the very low price, Duke didn't see anything that could be harmful.
She grabbed him at the waist and pulled his body close to her.
"Don't make me wait too long..."
Duke still had the package behind his back so he could inspect it before she donned it, just to be safe. He moved a hand up to her mane and then to her muzzle, lifting her head to look into her eyes.
"God, I love your eyes. I can stare into them for hours. Get lost in the ocean of blue haze..."
Gaille blushed, her white fur had a hue of red beneath it.
"You have told me that alot, but every time you say it again, I still feel the same way I first did." Gaille spun arund and pressed her back into her lover's chest. His zebra muzzle came down onto her neck and started to nuzzle.
"You make me feel safe, from the first time we met. Still under all that rubber we wore. Your presence was... intoxicating. Despite all the other furs there, you were the one for me."
Duke said nothing as he still had his muzzle along her neck. Both of them stood there, rocking side to side. Their nostrils close enough to be re-breathing a good ammount of exhaled air.
"I have to shower before I slip into that suit. You know how the natural grease on fur degrades rubber."
He let her go, watching her tail sway side to side as she stole a glimpse of him before disappearing behind a doorway. The sound of her un-shoed hooves cloping down the hall.
Duke moved into the bed room and stripped down to nothing. The box was tossed on the bed and he moved over to the closet to select a suit of his own. A variety of suits were strewn throuhgout the closet, organized by date of when he had recieved them. All equine style full rubber suit, one way in and three holes, eyes and nostrils. His favorites were the animal suits. Different animal designs imposed onto latex. Doberman, dalmation, fox, zebra, cheetah, leopard, wolf, and rubber pony. Everyone could have a black rubber suit, everyone could have a mummy bag, but few furs had stylized suits made to be unique. And he was different. Passing over some suits that he'd worn earlier that month, the zebra selected a triple thick deer themed suit. Brown and white with the muzzle marking of most deer, he pulled it out of the closet and remove the hanger. There was still the suit he'd ordered...
Carefully he opened the box contaning the 'special' suit. Lifting up the shape formed in the fasion of an anthro equine. Nothing looked suspicious from the outside. A basic rubber suit with full coverage of the body, from the tips of the ears down to the hooves, that were made several time thicker to stand up to the wear placed upon them. A zipper across the rear shoulder blades, he moved it up and down several times, to make sure it worked.
After he was satisfied with the outside, he stuck his hand inside, all the way down into the glove, feeling for an abnormality, or something suspicious. Nothing. Even down in the hoof latex there was nothing, just latex rubber. He set the suit down on the bed. Now satisfied that there was no threat physically to the wearer he began to put his suit on.
The hooves were always the hardest to put on, they had to aligned right or they would feel wrong. But the anthro had plenty of experience in suiting up. He quickly placed the suit on his hooves and pulled it most of the way up his unguligrade legs. Like every time he suited up, the suit was baggy and stretched and slowly began to go flat again, but his body mass stopped the rubber from becoming flat as it once was, instead it gripped his legs and pulled tight. He continued to pull the suit up, adjusting it up and up to his chest. The suit had been worn alot in the past, and his arms needed no guidance, sliding down into thier right spot and pulled tight. The gloves needed to adjusting, they were custom made to fit right, as the rest of the suit. He placed the hood on his muzzle and began to tuck his long main into the side of the suit. The feeling when he pulled the hood up was something that he always welcomed, sliding right onto his equid face and pulling tight. He reached arround and pulled the zipper across his back and stood still, savoring the moment.
The suit was stil cold from the closet in the air conditioned room. One of the best feelings was to soak up the cold from the suit, and as the rubber warmed up and soaked up the wearer's warmth untill it began to get hot, was a feeling that drew Duke into the fetish to begin with. Just as things started to get intersting, Gaille trotted in.
There was always an errie silence when they saw eachother. The zebra femme moved over and dropped her towel at his rubber encased hooves. He began to rub his hands along her back. She grasped at the deersuit and pulled, burying her muzzle deep into his chest, taking in the smell of the rubber suit, inhaling air that was freshly stripped off the rubber clad zebra.
Pausing only for a second, she glanced over on the bed and spied her suit.
"Is that mine 'deer'?" she cooed. Moving out frum under the spell of the enticing rubber. "I love it!" she shrieked, picking up the suit and turning it over in her hands. "Would you do the honors?"
Duke grinned under the rubber mask. He moved over and began to suit Gaille up, letting her start the process and place the hoof portion right to her level of comfort. It was something they both shared, taking turns suiting each other up, then laying into eachother's body.
When the suit was completely on Gaille's body he ran the zipper down her back and looked at her. The suit looked regular, a regular rubber zebra. The black stripes on the suit were almost identical to Gaille's, even the special tatoo that looked like a stripe that only the two knew of them about. She backed out from his hold and looked at him, her eyes read betrayal.
"What? What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked alarmed, her voice muffled by the wall of latex arround her mouth.
"The stripes, " Duke replied. ".. they are exactly the same as your fur."
"What?" the femme looked down, noticing the same thing. "What's so alarming about that?"
"I looked over the suit before you put it on, and it wasn't like that. They said it was special, but.."
"Special ?" she cut in, "What do you mean special?"
"The site I ordered it from said they were special, I asked, but they didn't give me any answer that I could make sense of."
"Whatever kind of joke this is, I don't like it." the suited female announced.
"No joke, you know me. I don't like to joke." Duke stated, he began to feel like something was wrong. He pulled his hood off from his face and let it hang on his chest. "Let's get you out of that and I can call the company and see what's going on."
"All right, I just thought something was wrong." Gaille moved close to Duke again. "Let's just get this off and we can call tomorrow. Untill then I can just put another suit on." She reached up and grabbed the zipper and began to pull up.
But there was no zipper. She moved her hand around to grab it again, after all this was a new suit and she wasn't used to the zipper yet. There still was no zipper. "What? What's going on?" a deep feeling welled up inside her, a desperate sinking. "Where'd the zipper go?!" A more futile attempt to grab an end of a zipper happened, her nervous hand traversed the entire back section, still no zipper. She began to hyperventilate, there was no exit.
Duke notice her confusion and moved behind to help her. "It's gone!" Gaille screamed, but it was muffled by the rubber muzzle. He saw her reason for panic. The zipper was gone. He moved arround, tryign to see if he just misplaced it's location. No good, it was gone. He heard her start to hyperventilate. He moved toward the front of his wife and held her, looking into her eyes.
"Calm down, calm down. Control your breathing. You are going to pass out." Her eyes starting darting from side to side aobut the room. "I'll get you out." That seemed to calm her down. Duke began to think, maybe a paper came in the box. He sat Gaille down on the bed and grabbed the box. Nothing. He had to call, and damn the late hour it was.
"I'm going to call them right now, stay here and stay calm." Duke rather commanded less that suggested. He left the room and headed for the phone in the kitchen down the hall.
Before he ever reached the phone there was a heavy thump from the bed room. His mind started racing thinking of all the things that could have happened. She could have passed out, fallen off the bed, started choking.
He entered the room to find her sprawled on the floor. There was only one thing that he could think of to remedy the situation. Rip it. Rubber was a flexible material, but it had it's boundries. Duke was going to grab the suit by the eyehole and pull her from it. As his fingers slowly wandered up toward the face he saw a problem. The suit had 'closed up' the nostril holes and the eye holes were gone. He began to panic.
His wife lay on the floor, a suit that hed bought was comsuming her and there was no way of getting it off without hurting her. She started shaking, the body inside needed air and there was no way to breathe. The chest was heaving up and down, no tair getting out or in.
Duke grabbed her muzzle and was about ready to start tearing from there when the rubber seperated, and the mouth was thrust open, air began to rush inside, filling the lungs with air. She gasped, and her eyes fluttered open, Duke couldn't see any suit anymore. Somehow it had melder with her, becomming her skin and a covering over her body. It had been absorbed, the usual suit characteristics had faded.
Gaille bolted up from the floor and sat upright in Duke's face.
"What happened? What can I do?" he said, worriedly.
"The suit is now a part of me, it's my skin." she hissed in his muzzle. Somehow she had been endowed with the knowledge of what happened. "There's only one thing you can do..." she trailed off...
"What?" Duke moved closer, looking her over, she was a real rubber-fur now.
"You..." she whispered, he leaned in, detecting a change in her voice "...can get one for your self."
"Some fun for later tonight." her husband answered and leaned over to kiss her.
"You bought one for me?" she whispered in his ear and nuzzled his neck.
The two zebra mates had several years ago on an internet site for rubber fetishes. A the time both were new to the world of rubber and hesitan to really converse with anyone on the board, but were content to watch and listen to some of the stories the other rubber furs had to share. Over time they began to become more open toward the site, the two met at a rubber convention and fell in love at first sight. Zebra male, zebra female and both had a passion for latex clothes would fit together perfectly.
One thing led to another and they get married on other grounds than their rubber fetish.
On this paticular night after months of waiting Duke had recieved his package, a custom made suit for Gaille. It wasn't a suprize for her, she knew that it was comming, but didn't know what it would look like. Both of them had though it fun to suprize eachother with new suits at various times, rubber or zentai. And a healthy collection had been built up between them.
But this suit was special, or so the site had said. A new company had been advertizing for a special suits at reasonably low rates. He had inquired why the suits were "special" but there was no reasonable answer that he got, but because of the very low price, Duke didn't see anything that could be harmful.
She grabbed him at the waist and pulled his body close to her.
"Don't make me wait too long..."
Duke still had the package behind his back so he could inspect it before she donned it, just to be safe. He moved a hand up to her mane and then to her muzzle, lifting her head to look into her eyes.
"God, I love your eyes. I can stare into them for hours. Get lost in the ocean of blue haze..."
Gaille blushed, her white fur had a hue of red beneath it.
"You have told me that alot, but every time you say it again, I still feel the same way I first did." Gaille spun arund and pressed her back into her lover's chest. His zebra muzzle came down onto her neck and started to nuzzle.
"You make me feel safe, from the first time we met. Still under all that rubber we wore. Your presence was... intoxicating. Despite all the other furs there, you were the one for me."
Duke said nothing as he still had his muzzle along her neck. Both of them stood there, rocking side to side. Their nostrils close enough to be re-breathing a good ammount of exhaled air.
"I have to shower before I slip into that suit. You know how the natural grease on fur degrades rubber."
He let her go, watching her tail sway side to side as she stole a glimpse of him before disappearing behind a doorway. The sound of her un-shoed hooves cloping down the hall.
Duke moved into the bed room and stripped down to nothing. The box was tossed on the bed and he moved over to the closet to select a suit of his own. A variety of suits were strewn throuhgout the closet, organized by date of when he had recieved them. All equine style full rubber suit, one way in and three holes, eyes and nostrils. His favorites were the animal suits. Different animal designs imposed onto latex. Doberman, dalmation, fox, zebra, cheetah, leopard, wolf, and rubber pony. Everyone could have a black rubber suit, everyone could have a mummy bag, but few furs had stylized suits made to be unique. And he was different. Passing over some suits that he'd worn earlier that month, the zebra selected a triple thick deer themed suit. Brown and white with the muzzle marking of most deer, he pulled it out of the closet and remove the hanger. There was still the suit he'd ordered...
Carefully he opened the box contaning the 'special' suit. Lifting up the shape formed in the fasion of an anthro equine. Nothing looked suspicious from the outside. A basic rubber suit with full coverage of the body, from the tips of the ears down to the hooves, that were made several time thicker to stand up to the wear placed upon them. A zipper across the rear shoulder blades, he moved it up and down several times, to make sure it worked.
After he was satisfied with the outside, he stuck his hand inside, all the way down into the glove, feeling for an abnormality, or something suspicious. Nothing. Even down in the hoof latex there was nothing, just latex rubber. He set the suit down on the bed. Now satisfied that there was no threat physically to the wearer he began to put his suit on.
The hooves were always the hardest to put on, they had to aligned right or they would feel wrong. But the anthro had plenty of experience in suiting up. He quickly placed the suit on his hooves and pulled it most of the way up his unguligrade legs. Like every time he suited up, the suit was baggy and stretched and slowly began to go flat again, but his body mass stopped the rubber from becoming flat as it once was, instead it gripped his legs and pulled tight. He continued to pull the suit up, adjusting it up and up to his chest. The suit had been worn alot in the past, and his arms needed no guidance, sliding down into thier right spot and pulled tight. The gloves needed to adjusting, they were custom made to fit right, as the rest of the suit. He placed the hood on his muzzle and began to tuck his long main into the side of the suit. The feeling when he pulled the hood up was something that he always welcomed, sliding right onto his equid face and pulling tight. He reached arround and pulled the zipper across his back and stood still, savoring the moment.
The suit was stil cold from the closet in the air conditioned room. One of the best feelings was to soak up the cold from the suit, and as the rubber warmed up and soaked up the wearer's warmth untill it began to get hot, was a feeling that drew Duke into the fetish to begin with. Just as things started to get intersting, Gaille trotted in.
There was always an errie silence when they saw eachother. The zebra femme moved over and dropped her towel at his rubber encased hooves. He began to rub his hands along her back. She grasped at the deersuit and pulled, burying her muzzle deep into his chest, taking in the smell of the rubber suit, inhaling air that was freshly stripped off the rubber clad zebra.
Pausing only for a second, she glanced over on the bed and spied her suit.
"Is that mine 'deer'?" she cooed. Moving out frum under the spell of the enticing rubber. "I love it!" she shrieked, picking up the suit and turning it over in her hands. "Would you do the honors?"
Duke grinned under the rubber mask. He moved over and began to suit Gaille up, letting her start the process and place the hoof portion right to her level of comfort. It was something they both shared, taking turns suiting each other up, then laying into eachother's body.
When the suit was completely on Gaille's body he ran the zipper down her back and looked at her. The suit looked regular, a regular rubber zebra. The black stripes on the suit were almost identical to Gaille's, even the special tatoo that looked like a stripe that only the two knew of them about. She backed out from his hold and looked at him, her eyes read betrayal.
"What? What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked alarmed, her voice muffled by the wall of latex arround her mouth.
"The stripes, " Duke replied. ".. they are exactly the same as your fur."
"What?" the femme looked down, noticing the same thing. "What's so alarming about that?"
"I looked over the suit before you put it on, and it wasn't like that. They said it was special, but.."
"Special ?" she cut in, "What do you mean special?"
"The site I ordered it from said they were special, I asked, but they didn't give me any answer that I could make sense of."
"Whatever kind of joke this is, I don't like it." the suited female announced.
"No joke, you know me. I don't like to joke." Duke stated, he began to feel like something was wrong. He pulled his hood off from his face and let it hang on his chest. "Let's get you out of that and I can call the company and see what's going on."
"All right, I just thought something was wrong." Gaille moved close to Duke again. "Let's just get this off and we can call tomorrow. Untill then I can just put another suit on." She reached up and grabbed the zipper and began to pull up.
But there was no zipper. She moved her hand around to grab it again, after all this was a new suit and she wasn't used to the zipper yet. There still was no zipper. "What? What's going on?" a deep feeling welled up inside her, a desperate sinking. "Where'd the zipper go?!" A more futile attempt to grab an end of a zipper happened, her nervous hand traversed the entire back section, still no zipper. She began to hyperventilate, there was no exit.
Duke notice her confusion and moved behind to help her. "It's gone!" Gaille screamed, but it was muffled by the rubber muzzle. He saw her reason for panic. The zipper was gone. He moved arround, tryign to see if he just misplaced it's location. No good, it was gone. He heard her start to hyperventilate. He moved toward the front of his wife and held her, looking into her eyes.
"Calm down, calm down. Control your breathing. You are going to pass out." Her eyes starting darting from side to side aobut the room. "I'll get you out." That seemed to calm her down. Duke began to think, maybe a paper came in the box. He sat Gaille down on the bed and grabbed the box. Nothing. He had to call, and damn the late hour it was.
"I'm going to call them right now, stay here and stay calm." Duke rather commanded less that suggested. He left the room and headed for the phone in the kitchen down the hall.
Before he ever reached the phone there was a heavy thump from the bed room. His mind started racing thinking of all the things that could have happened. She could have passed out, fallen off the bed, started choking.
He entered the room to find her sprawled on the floor. There was only one thing that he could think of to remedy the situation. Rip it. Rubber was a flexible material, but it had it's boundries. Duke was going to grab the suit by the eyehole and pull her from it. As his fingers slowly wandered up toward the face he saw a problem. The suit had 'closed up' the nostril holes and the eye holes were gone. He began to panic.
His wife lay on the floor, a suit that hed bought was comsuming her and there was no way of getting it off without hurting her. She started shaking, the body inside needed air and there was no way to breathe. The chest was heaving up and down, no tair getting out or in.
Duke grabbed her muzzle and was about ready to start tearing from there when the rubber seperated, and the mouth was thrust open, air began to rush inside, filling the lungs with air. She gasped, and her eyes fluttered open, Duke couldn't see any suit anymore. Somehow it had melder with her, becomming her skin and a covering over her body. It had been absorbed, the usual suit characteristics had faded.
Gaille bolted up from the floor and sat upright in Duke's face.
"What happened? What can I do?" he said, worriedly.
"The suit is now a part of me, it's my skin." she hissed in his muzzle. Somehow she had been endowed with the knowledge of what happened. "There's only one thing you can do..." she trailed off...
"What?" Duke moved closer, looking her over, she was a real rubber-fur now.
"You..." she whispered, he leaned in, detecting a change in her voice "...can get one for your self."
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