Assimilation -- Part Two: Submit
#2 of Assimilation
**Assimilation
Part Two: Submit**
Written by FoxyMcCloud
_"Don't let me go, no, I'm yours," I mewled as the tiger pawed over my body, toying and experimenting with my skin. Slowly my skin began to change as he left behind rubber residue; he was turning my skin into rubber as he glided his paws over me. He licked and nibbled at me, and thrust me hard with his member. I yelped in excitement, squirting a bit of cum around. But, no, he was not done with me yet. He was far from done with me. I was his toy, his plaything.
And I was loving every minute of it._
I shifted around pensively; I could tell this was my bed. I couldn't stop dreaming about what happened to me the afternoon prior. About finding that tiger suit, and having it come to life, and it enveloping me, and forcing me to orgasm into it. Then the part about learning that I was now its pet. Such a crazy turn of events, and it all seemed too weird to be real. Part of me wondered if it was real, but the other part of me was excited at it being true. That aside I felt exhausted, as if I had spent the whole night having sex.
I scooped myself up into a sitting position, and glanced around my bedroom. Early morning sunlight trickled in through the blinds, giving the room a odd sense of calm eeriness. I felt sweaty, I couldn't stop breathing hard, and my head swam, but I focused and trained my eyes around my room. I was rather specific in what I was searching for; the tiger suit. I couldn't find him anywhere.
I'd forgotten that I had fallen asleep back in the military base, and I hadn't an idea of how I got home. I assumed the tiger suit had put itself on me, and guided me home, though I'm not sure how it found its way to my apartment. Fortunately it found the right home, at least. But he wasn't here with me, so I found the whole situation a bit anticlimactic. Would I spend the rest of my life longing for him?
"I guess it was all just a dream," I dishearteningly mumbled as I crept out of bed and stretched. I had really hoped it was all real. But then as my arms came into my field of vision I quickly learned that it wasn't a dream. They shone brightly in the morning sun as they were completely covered in the familiar tiger print pattern I had been forced to wear the previous afternoon. "Holy shit, I'm wearing it?! When, how?! What the hell?" I looked over my body, and sure enough I was completely encased in a rubbery second skin. My eyes trained over to a nearby mirror. I couldn't really control the emotions swelling inside of me; I was a beautiful orange rubber tiger in the mirror, but I knew it was just a bodysuit. A costume. A living costume. I wanted it to be my real body.
My heart raced with a mixture of emotions; happiness for being in the costume, excitement for what it might do to me, fear of completely taking over me, and bewilderment. It was such an unreal situation, but it was very real. I laid back down, and tried to maintain composure. I wondered if he had fed off of me again. I didn't doubt the possibility, and I didn't really find myself minding it, either. My breathing became more and more ragged as I laid in the bed, and all too soon I realized that he was actually feeding off of me right then; I didn't notice them as I was too busy admiring myself in the costume.
I gripped the edge of my bed as some unknown force throttled my asshole, and gently massaged my balls. It was hardly a ceremony; it was abusing my prostate, and before I knew it a bit of cum gushed into the suit. Just the same as yesterday it seemed to evaporate away, and I felt my body changing slightly.
Once it finished expending me the suit opened up, I hesitated. I didn't really want to leave the comfortable confines of the suit, but at the same time I knew I had to. I had to remember that he was a living being, too, as odd as it might be a description.
Before I could get very far he reached his arms out for me, and pulled me in close. The tiger purred into my ear, and gently licked the back of my neck. He then slid a rubbery paw down my body, and gave a simple tug to something growing from my back. He smiled at me, and urged me to see for myself. I turned around, and to my surprise a beautiful orange rubber tail had been implanted below the small of my back. I couldn't really express how I felt; I didn't know if I was happy or upset by the new extremity. I didn't have much time to consider my feelings about it, as his paws were now resting suggestively against my already stiff member. He wrapped one paw around my cock, and proceeded to lead me back to my bed using it as a leash.
My mind raced as confused thoughts spun wildly through it. Didn't he just feed off of me? I was surprised he wanted me again, and so early in the morning. Truth is I wanted this just as much as he did. Whether or not he was using me for food or not, I could feel real emotion behind his urgings. By now he was attached to me. I looked down at myself, and could see my rubbery dick swelling as it continued to harden. He gently brought a paw to my face, and cupped my chin so I could look into his eyes. I saw his face clearly for the first time, and it solidified everything I felt about him. He had a kind face, and a crooked grin that gave him a distinct personality despite the silent treatment he was somewhat forced to give me. His eyes burned with lusty desire, though, and I could sense carnal hunger about him. My body shook in anticipation of feeling him upon my flesh once again.
He lapped his tongue against my cheek, and then gave me a gentle nuzzle on the lips; it felt like he was trying to give me a kiss of some sort. I put my arms around him, and kissed him lightly on the cheek in return as a way to let him know that I was happy with him. I felt like I was rushing myself, but I couldn't contain my excitement about him. I felt a strong bond with him, even now. He was turning me into something special, and I wanted to accept him wholeheartedly.
The tiger leaned down and licked my groin gently, his surprisingly smooth tongue gliding along my crotch. The sensations from his ministrations ignited intense pleasure in my brain. It made me realize a very erotic truth; my crotch, my ass, and my entire lower midsection were literally made out of rubber now. It had to be the only reasonable explanation for why I could feel this so vividly. I stared at the tiger, and he seemed to approve of my new cock as he happily licked it over. He fondled and teased my cock gently, a low purr rumbling from his stomach. I shifted myself, and spread my legs apart better to give him better access to my most private of areas. I gently petted his head to let him know that I also approved of everything.
I didn't know how to respond to the feelings going on in my body, or the thoughts dancing around my head. I could sense he was exerting some kind of control over me; maybe I really was his pet now, or was I his toy? I couldn't tell, but my body was certainly acting like his toy; he continued to greedily devour my crotch, savoring the new flavor of my rubber torso. My body spasmed slightly as it bent to his will; I found my legs spreading further apart to accommodate his desires, and his rubbery paw felt around so he could begin fingering my new rubber asshole. My new tail flicked about; I was still uncertain if I could control it, or if he was controlling it. Either way, it was wound lazily around my right leg, as if it didn't want to get in the way of anything going on right now.
My mind drifted in and out of self-control; I didn't want him to stop. Master, lover, tiger, rubber, I didn't care... this was the best thing to have ever happen to me. "I'm your pet, yes, I'm your rubber pet, just please don't stop," I called out as the tiger feasted upon my latex cock. His tongue lapped around my crotch, and every now and again he would gently suckle on my balls. My eyes glazed over as I felt another surge of pleasure rushing towards my crotch; I was about to orgasm again.
All at once I shot another load out, but this time the tiger was right there to greedily lap up every last drop from my new rubber dick. He licked and sucked on my body until every last remnant of cum was swallowed, and then curled up against my spent body. My cock slowly retracted itself, and shrunk down until I could barely see it. He had a satisfied expression upon his face, and I could feel myself growing very tired. I curled up into the tiger as well, and he held me close to his own body. His own body gave off enough heat to keep me warm; I fell asleep against him, his tail curled around my legs, and my naked body seeking out the rubbery flesh of his body. His purring slowly drifted me back to sleep, and once again I slumbered peacefully in my master's arms.
I awoke a little while later to find him still wrapped around me. He peered at me expectantly, as if he wanted to ask me something important. Then it occurred to me that he couldn't speak. I had thought about it before, but I didn't think much of it because our relationship had really only revolved around him feeding off of me so far, and his watching over me as I slept. I hugged him, and he smiled a bit, but he just sighed and rested his face against my body. He was probably frustrated by this; he could obviously do a lot, but he just couldn't speak. I wondered if he could learn?
"Let me guess, you want to talk to me, but you can't speak, right?" My voice felt a little alien in the otherwise empty room. The tiger nodded; he could at least gesture appropriately, and he could at least understand human words. "Alright, I guess I can try to teach you. Let's hear what sounds you can make."
The tiger began to moan, wail, and... well, he made a lot of sounds someone would make while having sex. I laughed at this, having already submitted to his lust three times since meeting him. "Okay, that's enough. Let's, uh... well, do you have a name?" He shook his head 'no.' "Alright, let's give you a name, and you can try to say it." I thought for a few moments... something simple, easy to pronounce... my mind drifted back to my childhood pet. I grinned at the irony of naming him after my old pet; I'm sure he'd get the joke if I ever explained it. "Alright, your name will be Koga." He looked at me with a quizzical look upon his face, his mind obviously wrapping around the name. But slowly he began to smile as he accepted the name.
"Alright, repeat after me. You can do the 'o' and 'ah' sound. The 'kh' sound and the 'gu' sound might be a bit harder. So, just try it. 'kh' 'o' 'gu' 'ah'." I awaited for him to try it.
"Kh...o...gu...ah...?" he slowly sounded out. "Koga?"
I beamed happily; I taught someone to say a word! And his voice... it was alluring. It sounded almost as if he managed to purr his own name out. "Yes, Koga," I stated. My eyes wandered over to a nearby clock; I remembered that I had classes in three hours, and I needed to get ready for the day. An idea came to me. "Alright, try this. Come with me, and I'll put on the news. Just try repeating as much of the news as you can while I take a shower. I have to get going to classes in a little while."
"Class...es?" How cute he was in picking it up right away.
"Yes. I go to college, so I have to attend classes. I missed them yesterday, because I found you," I explained.
"Found me," he grinned happily. "You... found me."
I nodded, and then quickly lead him to the living room of my apartment. It was a small apartment; just a living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom, but it was perfect for me. He curled up upon the couch, and I flicked the television on for him before wandering off to get ready for my day.
I stepped into my bathroom, and looked myself over in the mirror. I poked and prodded my lower regions; the new material gave off a soft, inviting shine. I couldn't stop staring at my own reflection. I marvelled at how beautiful my groin looked in its new skin. My cock was tucked away into my crotch, and I shook my head at the embarrassing realization; it used to just hang loosely, but now it looked more like a cat's penis. I turned around, and placed a hand upon my ass, noting how perfect it felt, and how perfectly round it was. It felt different than it used to feel; obviously it was different, but in shape it felt fuller, and less awkward now. The entire area looked exactly as if someone had taken a cat's torso, and replaced my own with it. And yet it felt so natural, and so real. I got a little turned on as I thought of myself becoming a rubber tiger, just like Koga.
I pulled my newest extremity around to examine it a bit more closely. I didn't even have time to get used to having the entire extent of my nether regions turned into rubber; now I had a tail as well. I brought it up to my face as best as I could, and realized how smooth and shiny it was. It looked exactly like a tiger's tail with dark blue stripes making up the greater design. It fit perfectly with the rest of my new rubber features.
I sat on my toilet in contemplation. When I first spent time in the tiger suit I gained a rubber lower torso. This time I gained a rubber tail. I began to wonder if I'd continue to gain more rubber features the more times I'd spend inside of the tiger suit. I got a little giddy at the prospect, but at the same time it worried me. If that happened how would I go to college, how would I have a career, how would I have a life? The situation tore me in half, but at the same time I was only jumping to conclusions.
"Besides," I began to reason with myself, "I'm human right now, so I have to go to classes like I would normally."
I stepped into the shower, and turned it on. I immediately felt cleaner; I had nearly forgotten I spent part of last night asleep in some combination of bodily fluids. I pushed the thought from my head, and began to lather my body up as I began my normal shower routine. As I rinsed my body I could feel something toying with the crack of my ass. I blushed slightly; apparently my tail had a mind of its own. I couldn't tell if I was letting it do that, or if Koga was somehow letting it do that to me. I made a mental note to ask him how he controls his tail once he could speak more clearly.
I took some soap in my hands, lathered them up, and lowered my hands towards my crotch. I actually paused for a moment; do I wash rubber with soap? I had never presented myself with this kind of situation before. I decided to just wash like normal, and find out later on if I had to take some kind of special care of myself now. Koga might be able to let me know; after all, he was made of the stuff. So, that being said I brought my hands to my new region and began to wash it.
As I rubbed and caressed my private areas in an effort to clean them I found myself mewling in pleasure. I didn't quite expect that washing it would be so erotic, so I tried to ignore it as I continued to shower. But it nagged me. I could feel carnal lust burning in the pit my stomach. Koga dominated me twice, so why shouldn't I get to experience this new portion of my body for myself? Why can I enjoy it just as much as he has been?
I eagerly gripped my already stiff rubber cock in my hand, and began to slowly stroke. It was strange; I felt naughty for doing this without Koga, as if I felt somehow obligated to him. Water cascaded down over my skin from the showerhead; small droplets getting caught up in my ministrations to act as a bit of a weak lubricant.
I kneeled down in the shower, and continued to pleasure myself. I moaned in happiness, and found it actually came out sounding more like a strangled meow. I thought nothing of it; I wanted myself so badly right now. My tail seemed to understand what to do, so it carefully inserted itself into my asshole. It began to act as my own personal dildo as it churned itself inside of me, tenderly grazing my prostate over and over. My whole body burned as I urged myself further and further into ecstacy. My mind went completely blank; this was the best hand job I had ever given myself.
Koga must have heard my moans and lusty mewls as the shower curtain flew open just as I orgasmed into the tub. I opened my eyes and stared into his face in sheer shock. My sperm floated helplessly down the drain, and Koga just looked at me with a hurt look in his eyes. I felt as if I had betrayed a faithful lover; I wanted to die.
"Without Koga?" he simply stated, obviously distraught that I did this alone.
"I..." I quickly turned off the shower, and sat upon the toilet. I wrapped my arms around myself, as if I was trying to hide myself from the feeling of guilt. My ass squeaked against the toilet seat as rubber slid along vinyl, and it only further caused my cheeks to flare in embarrassment. "I thought I would try this out for myself," I tried to reason.
"Koga need that," he said, referring to the sperm that washed down the bath drain. "To live. Pet not care?"
A part of me was surprised he had picked up on speaking so quickly, but another part of me wanted to crawl out of there with my tail between my legs. In my self-indulgence I had forgotten he needed to feed off of me in order to live. Seeing my cum dribble down the drain was like throwing away food to him.
"Don't do it. Without Koga. Again. Please." Koga reprimanded me in broken speech, obviously straining himself to say the right words to me. "Koga like pet. Koga need pet. Koga don't want to force feed. Koga want to do it..." He paused, trying to find the right word in his limited vocabulary. "Natural. With pet. Koga pet."
I nodded my head, overcome with shame; the way he said 'my pet' just stung. "I'm sorry, I promise I won't do that again," I said.
"Without pet. There is nothing." I diverted my eyes from his gaze; I didn't feel right looking at him just yet. "Without pet. Cold. In locker. Koga don't want that. Koga like. Alive. With pet."
I sniffled, and gently hugged his leg in apology. I didn't want him to feel that way anymore. "I'll never do that again, I promise. I'm your pet."
"It's okay," he said as he turned to leave me to finish my shower in peace.
Shortly thereafter I found myself in my bedroom debating what to wear for the day. I was glad that I wasn't wearing anything cherished the prior afternoon, as it was nothing more than a pile of shredded fabric in the center of that fateful room. I grabbed a pair of tight black jeans, and slipped them on. I tried to pull them over my rubber tail, but it was very uncomfortable. I wondered how Koga did it, but then realized that he didn't even wear any clothing. I decided that I should probably teach him about that as well; even though he was a suit, I drew the conclusion that he was probably a solid being when not containing someone.
After a few moments of struggling with my tail I decided to make an important decision. It probably didn't seem like such a big deal, but for me it was pretty life-altering. I grabbed a pair of scissors, and snipped away at the seam of my pants to create a hole near the small of my back. I then pulled them up, slipped the tail through the hole I had created, and sighed in relief. I could wear pants without discomfort. Sure, I'd get strange looks because of a random tail poking out of the back of my pants, but I really didn't care. I was kind of proud of my new body parts, so why not show off what I could?
I pulled on a simple white tank top, slipped on a pair of sneakers, wrapped a colorful belt around my waist, and grabbed my school bag. I fixed my raven hair as best as I could; it was somewhat long, and usually flipped about in an unruly fashion, but it looked pretty cool for looking like bed-head.
I stepped out to the living room, and watched Koga for a few moments. The television droned on as some news anchor talked about something I could really care less about. But Koga was glued to it; to him this was a way for him to hear words, and learn to say them. As I watched over him I kept seeing that hurtful glare in his eyes, and it made me feel awful. It was the same look my ex-boyfriend gave me before dumping me for being too submissive.
"Pet leaving?" He suddenly asked me, sounding out each word carefully. The sudden question startled me, but I tried to regain composure.
"I have to go for a few hours, but we can do something when I get back. Maybe I can show you around or something," I offered nervously.
"Koga sorry Koga yelled," he said. He certainly knew to cut to the chase. "Thanks for finding Koga."
"I'm glad I did," I said as I sat down next to him, and threw my arms around him. "I really am. I know I'm being all weird about it, but it's because everything is so new to me. I just want to understand it all better. I mean, it was an accident in finding you, but I'm getting to know someone who is giving me so many amazing experiences. It's all rushed, but, I just want to try to let you know how grateful I am for this."
"Maybe slow is better," he offered.
"Well, I don't think you can be slow, because you have to feed," I said. "But I promise that you can feed off of me as much as you like. Just... let me know when you want to put me inside of you so I can be prepared for more surprises. I mean, I love my new tail and everything, but I didn't even have time to get used to what happened to me after you first put me inside of you. I didn't know I'd gain more animal features after this time."
"Nekko lose more human next time," he said, trying to get a point across, but I knew what he meant. More of me would turn into a rubber tiger. "Koga want pet to. But Koga want pet to want to, too. Sorry Koga didn't tell pet. Thought pet would like. Cat. Body."
I understood; he wanted me to become rubber for him, but he didn't want to force me into it before I was ready. "I know. And I do. Thanks for understanding me," I assured him. "I gotta go, though. I have classes." I stood up to leave, but he tugged at my shirt a bit. I glanced down to my new master; he had a devilish grin upon his feline face. "What's wrong, Koga?"
"Too long shirt," he grinned. He stood up, and quickly shredded away the lower part of my shirt to reveal some of my midsection. My rubber features peeked up over the waistband of my pants ever-so-slightly. "Much cuter Nekko now."
I smiled, and promised myself to never forget the joy of that moment. That was the first time he ever uttered my name, and it sounded beautiful coming from him.