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It was a fairly normal day in Ilyianth, warm front had began to melt the snow that had laid down in the city. Inside of a decently sized apartment was an elf sitting at a computer desk. Short soft dark brown hair hung down in his face. Soft caring brown eyes glued to his computer screen.
Headset on his head as clicking ensued. “Git gud casul” He grumbled through his headset. Clicking away furiously on his keyboard in front of him.
Fuck. Wait. NO! Dammit!” The elf grumbled quietly. Clicking off the game. “Dammit. If only… God damn dragon always roasts my ass at that one point. Even after grinding and all that boring shit.” He cursed. Shutting the computer screen off.
“Well what the hell should I do with myself now? I mean… Ain’t much I really can do.” He grumbled angrily.
“Guess I’ll watch some television for the time being.” The male rubbed the back of his head. Standing up from his rolling leather chair and walked over to the living room. Dropping heavily down onto the couch. Snatching the clicker from the arm of the seat and flicked through the channels a little bit.
“What’s today… Saturday? Oh shit! My Lootcrate should be in any time now!” He grinned. “It’s mists of Pandaria if I’m not mistaken!” Jay smirked happily. “Heheheh.” He snickered to himself.
“Who needs real friends when you have friends online.” He smiled looking down at his phone, clicking onto the screen. “It’s right about 2:00. The mailman should be arriving any time now!” He kicked up his feet in the air excitedly. Knocking over a partially drank cup of red juice onto the wood floors.
“C-crap!” Staining the white sock on his left foot. Scrambling from the couch and into the kitchen, hastily tugging off the sock as he bolted for the paper towels. Hopping over to the countertop. Rushing back over with a fistful of paper towels.
Wiping up the juice on the floor and on the table Jay sighed quietly. “Well that sucked…” Holding a wad of red paper towels. Walking them over to the garbage can and tossing it inside with a heavy “SCHLOP!”
Standing in the kitchen a familiar sound echoed through the apartment. “TOK TOK TOK.” Followed by a heavy “THUD!” Against the door. Footsteps dissipating soon afterwards.
Jay scratched his head and walked over to the white door. Unlocking the the sliding lock. Slowly the male opened the door to the apartment. Down the hall was an empty eggshell white hall of doors and a stairway.
Looking down there was an unusually large box done up like a crate in front of him.
“Oh snap, they really went all out this month huh!” He laughed and picked up the box. It was relatively light, but it was awkward to say the least. Bringing it into the house he set it on the counter. Breaking out a kitchen knife and cut the tapings that kept it shut.
Sifting through the packaging he found a couple of interesting trinkets inside. A figurine of an orc fighter. A pin of a faction inside, a t-shirt with the phrase. “Rogues do it from behind” Written in red.
But the one queer thing inside of the package was the fact there seemed to be a costume inside. A pandaren costume of a female Pandaren. Jay looked at it curiously holding it up. It was a full body outfit, no zipper in the back though which made it quite peculiar.
“How am I supposed to wear it and close it up if there isn’t a zipper…” He mumbled softly.
“Why don’t you just leave that part to me sug.” A voice seemed to echo in his head.
Jay shrieked in fright hearing the voice and dropped the rubber like suit on the ground. “Uaah!”
“Ow! Okay, totally rude. Alright? First off, secondly is that how you talk to a lady? I mean goodness gracious.” The voice exuded an air of annoyance to it.
“I-I’m sorry. It’s just. Normally costumes don’t talk. Let alone have personalities and feelings…” He stepped cautiously to the outfit. “D-do you have a name?” He asked awkwardly to the outfit.
“Ryce.” She responded. “Now can you please pick me up off the filthy floor?”
“Ooh! S-sorry…” He mumbled and picked up the suit. “M-my name is Jay by the way.” He smiled and laid the suit down on the counter.
“You seem like a nice guy Jay. I bet you have all kinds of friends comin by to hang out and junk. Bet they’d love to see you dressed as a real pandaren?” She chuckled.
“I dunno about that. I mean. I don’t really have a lot of friends to begin with.” He admitted embarrassed.
“What? Really? No friends?” The suit said in dismay. “Shoot. Slip me on. See how it goes. I’m sure you’ll feel like a whole new person.” The voice crooned.
“A whole new person you say?” Jay stroked his chin.”This isn’t gonna be some crazy trick is it?” He smiled. Picking up the suit, sliding it onto his legs and over his arms. The latex rubber of the suit slid on him easily. Fitting like a well tailored glove.
Putting the mask part over his face, he could feel the suit contorting to his entire body. “Just relax, let me take on over.” Ryce spoke to him as the back began to close up behind his back. Sealing up entirely.
There was a feeling of pin pricks all against his back, painful sharp stabs into him. As if someone clasped him inside of an iron maiden, the prongs pushed into his flesh causing the male to cry out in pain and fear. “T-this isn’t supposed to hurt!” Jay complained, the fear swelled within him as his heart pounded hard.
As the pain finally began to wash away a warmth of a rush kicked in. Perhaps his endorphines, maybe it was the suit. But… Whatever it was it was a pleasure unlike any he had ever felt in his life. His length distending against the latex, a voice echoed inside his head.
“You know… Going through your surface thoughts you seem like a rather lonesome chap… Where I was from I honestly lived a very solitary life myself. No comrades, no family to have my back.”
“Really? I-I wouldn’t know.” He tried to hide it.
“You really don’t think I have access to your memories?” His hand raised up giving himself a smack.
“Hey!” He complained. “Alright fine… You do have a point. But… If I’m gonna be like this what say we form a truce? Maybe we’ll find some comfort in each other…” The panda smiled.
“I’d like that. I would like that very much.” Ryce’s voice echoed in his head.
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