The Kiss
The Kiss (Part 1 of whatever...)
-by-
Shutaro Highwind
Jonas Weepel squeezed hastily through the door to his modest apartment,
carefully locking it behind him. He a mousy looking fellow... Which made a
certian amount of sense, given that he was one. His diminutive size and slight
build only served to accentuate his natural shyness. It wasn't that he was ugly,
or even un-attractive; Indeed, to the contrary, he was quite handsome. However,
his large ears, and his equally large glasses, did well to hide that fact from
the general public and allowed him to blend in with the crowd. Crystal blue eyes
sat behind the thick lenses, and equally thick, dark, frames, and an unruly tuft
of light blonde headfur peeked out, just barely, from between his ears (which
nicely accented his pale gray coloration). Jonas wasn't someone you noticed,
rather someone you passed by on the street; Without a second thought.
He was young, only twenty-four, and spent his days as a file clerk for the
city. A job nearly as ordinary as he. Jonas jumped, slightly, as the plastic
shopping bag he clutched close to his chest rustled a bit. He heaved a soft sigh
of relief, as he carefully set the bag down on a chair and removed his jacket
and scarf. He stretched, a bit, as he began to relax... Safe at last, away from
the terrible noise and scrutiny of the outside world. Free to be himself, even
if it was only behind closed doors.
Another Friday night alone...
Another weekend alone...
But he had become used to these lonely nights and weekends long ago. He wasn't
a victim of circumstance, and didn't make himself out as such. Jonas lived the
way he did by choice, a choice he had made some time ago. It wasn't as if he had
a lack of things to do, either. Boredom and lonliness... No, solitude, did not
go hand in hand with him. He had his computer... His TV, stereo, video games...
and his more erotic diversions. Vivid fantasies that came to life inside his
head, and existed nowhere else.
Jonas washed, ate, and closed the blinds and shades as the last rays of the
setting sun faded into dusk, and that into night. He parked himself on the
couch, in front of the TV, and quickly lost himself he watched the flickering
images pass by...
It was several hours later that he stirred from the couch, and retrieved the
shopping bag he set down on the chair when he came home. He made his way back to
the bedroom, and carefully closed (and locked) the door behind himself. He
upended the bag, emptying it's contents onto the bed, and spreading them out, as
he tossed the empty bag over his shoulder... Hastily discarding it upon the
floor, in his eagerness.
His room was simple. A bed, a dresser, and a nightstand with a lamp a digital
clock radio perpetually bathing the room in the soft green glow of numbers. It
was clean, save for the discarded shopping bag on the floor, as Jonas was one
for tidiness, and smelt faintly of stale, dusty, oxidized, latex and fresh,
soft, smooth vinyl. Four blank walls and a ceiling plastered with
photographs, pictures, and posters... These were his girls, and he would lay
awake for hours staring up at them in silent admiration. These helped to
fuel his fantasies... Even though he knew he would never chance to meet, let
alone become close to, one of these beautiful ladies, he could still dream...
Couldn't he?
He switched on the light and surveyed the collection of new toys. The shiny
plastic glittered in the soft, efficient, environmentally friendly, glow of the
bedside lamp... There were several packages of balloons, of various sizes. A
regular purchase, although he had to go a fair bit out of his way to get them.
They were large, larger than the kind you could find in just any supermarket or
corner drugstore... Small things didn't interest him. He filtered through the
shiny, brightly colored, packets of latex and plastic, storing each away for a
later date; A later fantasy.
Tonight...
Tonight he had something more in mind. He soon found what he was looking for, in
a shrink-wrapped bundle of cardboard and vinyl. He eagerly, but carefully, tore
it open; saving the packaging. He unrolled the smooth, fragrant, bundle onto his
bed. Carefully unfolding arms, legs... A head... And ears. The outline of a
bunny girl began to take shape, as he deeply inhaled the rich fragrance that the
new vinyl gave off. Aroused by it, he slipped out of his clothing and settled
down beside the, at the moment, lifeless sheet of viynl... Plastic. A toy,
really. Nothing more. It would be a child's toy, but for it's nature, and but
for it's purpose. Artificial eyes stared up at the women that plastered his
ceiling.
Jonas moaned softly. He whimpered faintly, in warm anticipation of the soft
embrace he would soon share with his new lover. He pulled her over top of
him, allowing her to drape herself over him as his paws sought out her nozzle.
Locating it, and working it open, he soon raised it to his muzzle... Beginning to
blow life-giving air into her, as he reached over and switched off the light;
returning the room to the faint green glow. He slowly closed his eyes, in bliss,
as he let his glasses fall from his face... To the bed... Miraculously, they
seemed to find their way to the table at his bedside, entirely of their own
accord.
The room was filled with the soft sound of his gentle determination... As he
slowly filled his lungs with air, inflating them almost to their bursting point,
before emptying them... Relieving them of their light, warm, burdon, by blowing
the sweet air into his expanding lover... Slowly, her form began to take shape.
Filling out, becoming more ridged against his body. No longer draping over him,
but firmly, and warmly, resting against him. He trembled, as he continued his
work... Slowly huffing and puffing, his well-conditioned lungs doing what he had
conditioned them to do; to give life to inanimate viynl... To make his lover
come alive, as only he could.
He squeezed his eyes closed even tighter as his breaths became more strained,
and his resolve still more firm; while her skin grew ever tighter, her body grew
ever more full. He groaned, a muffled sound of pleasure, as the tip of
his shaft, already moist, rubbed up against her surface... Pressed closer. His
body trembled, as he gasped for one more breath... One final puff of air.
Something inside him... No, his entire being, wanted to continue; begged him to
continue. But there was a voice, that little voice, deep inside him, that told
him to stop... Or he'd pop his new lover before he even got a chance to enjoy
her.
With a great reluctance, he took hold of the nozzle and closed it; Turning her
around to face him so he could look upon her in the glow... Arms ourstretched to
him, beckoning him closer with a blissful, ignorant, smile... Her lips parted,
just slightly, and eyes half-lidded in an artist's best approximation of a lusty
gaze. He pulled her close to him, pressing his muzzle to hers, gently kissing.
The air-filled plastic yielded to him. Her arms seemed to encircle him, as she
returned his kiss...
Was it real? Or was it simply wishfull thinking? Was it his imagination that
caused him to detect this subtle, yet impossible, sensation? The sensation of
smooth, air-filled lips, parting before his inquisitive tongue as he pressed
his muzzle forward. The faint touch of a tentative, smooth, tongue curiously
tickling and exploring his own warm, fleshy, one. His mind discarded thoughts of
possibility, and impossibility, as he silently succumbed to the persuasive will
of his imagination. Her lips parted further, muzzle opening up wide for him as
he insistently, instinctively, pressed forward... As their kiss deepened.
He thought nothing of it, utterly lost to the illusion of his fantasy... To the
impossible world he meticulously constructed inside his mind. So he didn't cry
out, or struggle, as he felt her mouth, her muzzle, close around his. He only
opened his eyes, to gaze up at the glittering green eyes. They gazed back; no
longer artificial, but alive with a sort of... Child-like amusement. His eyes
slipped closed again, fluttering slightly as she opened up her mouth still
wider... The material of her body stretching to accommodate more of his head.
The momentary gap created allowed him to, almost hurriedly, suck in one final,
deep, breath.
She adhered tightly to him, every inch of her sweet-smelling skin clung
perfectly to the contours of his muzzle, head, and neck, as she continued to
stretch herself even further... Well beyond, what he had always assumed, were
the limits of her material. With another surge ahead, on her part, and another
instinctive struggle forward, on his, she was able to get his shoulders into her
ridiculously distorted muzzle. He continued to struggle forward, slowly, as her
smoothness continued to progress down the length of his body. It wasn't as if
she were swallowing him...
No.
Rather he was almost crawling inside her. He needed this... Desperately. He
wanted nothing more to be inside her, and did everything he could to aid her.
Despite this nagging feeling... This burning tightness, he felt from somewhere
inside him.
He couldn't quite put his paw on it...
He gasped. Or rather he tried to gasp, as he felt her lips close about his waist
and felt the soft vinyl creep forward and begin to adhere snugly to his
painfully erect, and sensitive, maleness. Something inside him, however, that
nagging little voice in the back of his mind, was screaming at him. But he
couldn't hear it... His mind clouded, from lack of oxygen, and his body torn by
the tremendous pressure within, the soft caress without, and the building
climax, surrounding it all... Binding it all together, somehow, making the
experience complete.
She moved forward more quickly now, as he continued to press forward into the
inky, smooth, black depths of his lover. Thighs... Knees... Calves. He felt less
and less of it, his hands, feet, and the very tip of his tail seemingly
enveloped in prickly, tingly, warmth. With not so much of a sound, not the
faintest of whimpers or whispers, his toes disappeared into her hungry,
inflatable, maw, and his tail followed with a soft slurping sound.
Then there was nothing. Nothing left of him. She surrounded him completely,
utterly... Holding him there in gray limbo as his body desperately,
instinctively, struggled for something... Freedom... Release... Air... The
darkness exploded, suddenly, as shards of light danced across his vision, as his
body gave in, succumbed... Submitted, at last, to the will of his synthetic
lover. One last squirm, one final struggle... One titanic, world-shattering,
climax...
Then the shards, the lights, grew dim... Fading away slowly, as the blackness
closed in on him once again...
"Oh lover," he heard a husky female voice say, somewhere out in the blackness,
"What *fun* we're going to have together..."
-To be continued...