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Soothing warmth surrounded him, soaking deep into Kevin's muscles as he slumbered. The rest had done him good. His whole body tingled with contentment. He felt the life returning to him, the vigor springing back into his being. He squirmed and stretched, relishing in the life of a new day. He could feel a small stream of sunlight warming the blankets from the outside. This energy seemed to flow into him as well as he puffed out his chest and let slip a contented moan. He furrowed his brow when he felt the impulse to open his eyes. He didn't want this dream to end. It felt so satisfying, so invigorating and passionate... It was almost like...

An involuntary lurch got Kevin's attention. The hazy atmosphere of sleep resolved itself into more concrete sensations. Kevin found them oddly familiar. Another contraction took hold deep in his abdomen, making him grunt out loud, snapping his head up off the pillow. His eyes slowly registered the image of Eva's head between his legs, her tongue slowly tracing its way up his shaft. The realization of what was happening stunned his fogged mind, but it only seemed to spur his body on further.

He shuddered and squeezed out a few drops of precum as Eva's tongue danced across the underside of his glans. His head settled back onto the pillow as he gave in to the urge to play along. He thrust into the air suddenly, stunned at how painfully hard he was. He was almost frantic with need. His load was ready to burst out of him. It felt like Eva had been teasing him for hours. She probably had been, now that he thought about it. Kevin knew what was coming when he saw that grin while he bucked his hips, but he still wasn't prepared for it.

Eva's jaws clamped down on Kevin's member, wasting no time in setting to work on it. Kevin found his shaft coated in a thick layer of latex lubricant, the familiar smell tickling his nostrils. Kevin could barely hold on as the slick cavern undulated all over his sensitive length. Eva knew how close he was and, as usual, couldn't resist pushing the envelope. She pushed down as far as she could, and flicked her tongue out at the bottom. She was right on the money, giving Kevin's squirming balls a precision lick that robbed him of what little control he had left.

His shoulders sprang up again as he cried out in surprise, his posture quickly reversed as Eva's little lick triggered his climax. He thrust wildly, Eva's head bounced up and down as she did her best to stay down on his shaft. Kevin's back arched and locked up as he pumped his seed into her waiting maw. The release of his muscles was almost audible as he collapsed back down onto the mattress. Kevin's head slumped to the side and his eyes happened to fall on his alarm clock.

"7:08" He thought as Eva carefully licked his pole clean. She kept her word at least. Even if there was a bit of room for interpretation. He never did specify exactly how she was supposed to wake him...

Having finished her cleaning, Eva groped her way up to be face to face with him. A momentary fear gripped Kevin as he dreaded what else she had planned. She had overestimated his endurance before. As she settled into his arms, Kevin crossed off "Thank God she just wants to cuddle." From his list of phrases he would never think.

She said nothing, but still seemed to be trying to get him to change his tune just by her presence. It was very difficult to ignore the way their naked bodies were pressed up against each other under the covers. Eva's newly enhanced breasts featured prominently in Kevin's view. He stayed strong though, settling for stroking her sides as he slowly gathered his strength for what would surely be the insurmountable challenge of extracting himself from his bed.

Time still nagged at the back of his mind, punctuality having been heavily hammered into him during his training, but his attention remained on his partner. It seemed he was giving her a bit too much attention after a long moment or two. Her breath began to heat up, and Kevin felt a small trickle coming from her outer lips onto his leg.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry..." Kevin whispered, his hands suddenly freezing in place. "We just don't have time for this right now."

A haughty scoff abruptly broke Eva's silence.

"Well that's new! Since when can you say no to me?"

"Since my Calc II professor told us it only takes three tardies to NC the course."

"We're going to have to have a long talk about your priorities when we get back."

Kevin noticed that it was already 7:22 and edged out from under his mate as unobtrusively as he could.

"We?" He asked, sneaking over towards his closet. "Oh I'm sorry Eva. I don't think you'll be able to come with me."

Eva was silent for a moment. An unusual thing for her. Kevin knew that this must have really upset her.

"Kevin I... I would die without you."

"And you know that I feel the same way about you, but we can't spend every waking second together. No one can."

"And I suppose I'm meant to hide in the closet with all your other rubber playthings? You've got plenty of them in there, I can smell them."

She had jumped from despair to anger rather quickly, but she seemed to be accepting his decision. Her question was surprisingly practical now that he thought about it. What was she to do in his absence? Kevin pulled down one of the latex undershirts off the shelf.

"It's just a bunch of these," he said, showing her the black tank top. "And they're not just kept in the closet. I wear one almost every day."

Eva fingered the dull surface of the old shirt thoughtfully. Her irritation at the thought of being left behind seemed forgotten.

"So you wear these to school under your clothes. Hmmm..."

"Yeah," Kevin replied as he wriggled into the shirt. "Old habit I guess."

"I'm sure you'll find me just as clingy when you get back," she cooed forlornly. "I really don't want you to go,"

"When I get back?" He asked. "You mean you're just going to let me go just like that?"

"I know better than to try to stop you once you've got your mind set on something, plus I've always heard that school is important. I shouldn't stop you."

Kevin was impressed with her sudden change of tune. He didn't have time to think about it much as he urgently reminded himself of his class at eight.

"Just remember," she called after him as he headed for the bathroom. "I'll be here all by myself all day with no one to... take care of me. It'll mean that much more will have to be done when you get back."

That little "threat" almost turned Kevin right around, but she was right, he had to be strong in his resolve. For now...

Kevin paused just after putting on pants and brushing his teeth. He had been going about his morning routine somewhat automatically up until that point, and it didn't occur to him that he was leaving Eva for the first time since they had met. She somehow didn't appear that she was terribly worried anymore, though it seemed like she was planning something. Kevin didn't know what, but she seemed to have a bit of a one-track mind. Hopefully it was just an elaborate "surprise" for when he got home and she wasn't going to try anything crazy. If only there was something for her to do while he was away.

Kevin didn't have a lot of hobbies. He acknowledged that he spent entirely too much time browsing furry porn and other fetish sites. He did a variation of a eureka spit-take into the sink as he thought of teaching Eva to use the computer. It was the perfect solution! Or was it? She had always been rather... intense in her lovemaking. The last thing he wanted to do was give her ideas. Kevin mentally kicked himself for the thought. Was he a man or a mouse? Let's see her get creative! Ooh-Rah!

Kevin finished dressing, relishing in the familiar smooth glide of latex across his skin as he did so. He returned to his room to find Eva rummaging through his other undershirts.

"Help yourself if you like. I was planning on a quick breakfast too."

"No, I'm not really hungry. Just looking."

"You know how to use a computer Eva?" Kevin asked, hoping the answer was yes. He was short on time to explain.

"I know well enough," she stated. "Terry taught me how to use e-mail so that I could stay in touch with him."

"Fantastic," he said, flipping open his laptop and setting it up on the bed. "I feel terrible about leaving you here alone like this and I wouldn't want you to be bored all day. I'll log you in."

Kevin had some trouble entering his password in his haste. He had used one of his high-security domain passwords from work out of habit. The Department of Defense minimum complexity requirements made remembering it a feat, and since he already had done all the work of memorizing a password that was at least 10 characters containing both upper and lower case letters with at least two numerical digits and two non-alphanumerical characters not including hyphens, underscores, or spaces he may as well use it.

"You going to be all right?" Kevin asked as the machine droned through its notoriously slow boot up sequence.

"I guess so. Just hurry back."

Eva looked to see that he was already gone.

"This simply won't do..." she mused.

Kevin walked by one of his roommates on his way to the kitchen. The other had yet to return. Eric was in his natural environment; passed out on the couch. Kevin wondered why that pair even bothered having beds. They were always either not home to use them or rendered unconscious nowhere near them. He had been worried about them finding Eva, but it now appeared as though their snooping around capacity would be severely limited for some time.

His designs on having a quick bowl of cereal were defeated by a lack of milk. Of all the things his roommates did while they were out, shopping never seemed to feature prominently. He grabbed a few granola bars out of the cupboard and a frozen sandwich out of the fridge to toss in his pack for lunch. He couldn't count how many times the foresight of freezing lunches in advance had saved him from the tortures of starving all day, or the arguably worse tortures of cafeteria food.

Kevin hopped into his car and tried not to pass out from the heat.

"Twenty minutes left..." he thought. "I can do this. I've crossed a minefield in less time. I can do a quick drive through campus."

Of course he had walked the minefield, not attempted to drive through it. He remembered the minefields being much less crowded as well. Regardless, he was soon hustling up the sidewalk towards the main building. He felt the soft scrub of his undershirt against his skin as his arms swung to keep pace. It felt different than normal, particularly smooth. He had always liked wearing it but there had been an admitted impracticality to the whole operation. Uncomfortable wrinkles, hairs getting yanked out, and profuse sweating were all par for the course.

Yet this time, Kevin could sense none of those as he concentrated on the feel of the material. All he could feel was the smooth embrace of the single piece of latex wrapped tightly around him, caressing him, massaging him, undulating with his movements... Ahhh, there was the sweat, though Kevin surmised it had nothing to do with heat. He was relieved to see that he had arrived at the classroom without realizing it; he wasn't sure what would've happened if he had kept that up.

He strode through the door with just over ninety seconds to spare. Not that unusual for him really. He had always disliked the undue focus that the military had put on being early. All those years of being impractically early to everything had worn him thin on the concept. It was a great relief for him to come to college where no one really cared that much. No one except for Professor Goddard...

"Ah, I see you've found time in your busy schedule for some calculus Mr. Kahler." His professional, but still condescending voice resounded through the classroom. "Oh don't bother sitting down, since you're already up at the board you can walk us through the first problem on last night's homework. You did your homework, correct?"

Kevin reflexively grimaced at being called Mister. That was an officer's title. Any enlisted man that you called "sir" or "mister" would elicit that old retort: "Don't call me sir. I work for a living." Kevin was irritated, but a smile leaked through. Of course he had done his homework. He had polished it off Friday night like the dull workaholic nerd he was. It was fortunate that he did. There were a number of unexpected schedule changes later on in the weekend. Kevin stepped up to the board as the Professor read from his key:

"Find the limit of the function of x as x approaches infinity..."

Kevin managed to plod through an explanation and scrawl a decent sketch of a coordinate plane on the board as he spoke. He was a bit out of breath and his grip on the chalk was somewhat shaky. For all its benefits, it appeared that Eva might not have chosen the best way for Kevin to start his day.

"And so you see this asymptote here, means that f(x) approaches eight as x approaches infinity." Kevin took the chalk away from the board and glanced at Professor Goddard, who was still looking at him expectantly. "Uhh, yeah," he stammered. "And the absolute value symbols in the function mean that it's also asymptotic to eight as x approaches negative infinity because the graph is symmetrical across the Y-axis."

Kevin set the chalk back down and turned to his teacher.

"Very good Mr. Kahler, you hit the change-up." He said. "You may erase the board and take your seat."

As Kevin reached up with the eraser, his undershirt brushed up against a particularly sensitive spot just above his hip, reminding him of the feelings he was just getting over a second ago. He gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate on the smell of the chalk dust as he quickly erased the board. He was hoping to somehow outrun the sharp tingling sensations that kept shooting up his arm and get back to his seat as fast as possible.

Kevin tried to calm himself down as he sat back in his seat. He should be fine now. He had passed through the Goddard Gauntlet unscathed. His instructor would soon find someone else to pick on. He tried to pay attention to Professor Goddard so as not to appear suspicious. He failed to take into account that doing so made him appear all the more out of place the way the rest of the class was acting. Still, Kevin had to get his mind off this somehow. He bet one of these lectures would mellow him right out.

There was a running joke that the pre-med guys had going. Every once in awhile one would snatch a page off a prescription pad and write up one of these Calc II lectures as a sleep aid. Kevin could see where they were coming from. He hadn't even gotten to the lecture yet and Kevin already wished that there was wet paint on the wall behind him so that there would be something more interesting to watch.

"As you may have noticed, tonight's homework was something of a regression in terms of subject matter. I've noticed a disturbing trend in the number of simple errors I'm seeing on pop quizzes and examinations. There are enough mistakes in multiplication and simple long division to warrant mention, but there's very little I can do to correct those. Other than refer you to your grade-school flashcards I suppose. No, today I'm going to try to take us back to our roots..."

Kevin's head slipped off his arm. Goddard's patented sleep enhancer seemed to have done the trick. He blinked and dragged himself back up into a sitting position, Professor Goddard was asking around for people to define an integral. Having been only momentarily banished, the same tangled mess of worried thoughts from earlier in the morning cropped up into Kevin's mind. Was Eva going to be all right? Should he have warned her about his roommates? What in God's name would they do with her if they figured out what she was capable of? And more importantly what the heck was going on with his shirt? Did Eva do something to it?

It was an indescribable feeling, it had been strange, distracting, but Kevin had to admit that it felt... good. Too good. He had to concentrate on remaining still. He didn't want to see what this thing could do to him if he let it. And he was sitting right in the front row too. There wasn't much he could do without attracting attention. Hopefully it wouldn't be very long before everyone was too zoned out to notice if their hair was on fire, let alone if Kevin got a little fidgety. How was Professor Goddard coming on that front?

"You all probably learned to graph derivatives by using a visual approximation of the line's slope. The difference with an integral is that there's no such method for graphing one. There are estimations that you can make based on specified x-value divisions of the graph of the function, but those average out over the area between the values in question. The only way to get a truly accurate integration is to apply the integral equation to a given point. The equation will yield a definite numerical value for the instantaneous integral of the function at that point as though the area beneath the graph of the function had been reduced to an infinitesimally thin single line..."

Yeah... this would probably do it. This 'back to basics' lecture was particularly boring. Anyone that cared already knew this and anyone that didn't care well, didn't care. What was the old word for integrals anyway? Oh yeah, antiderivatives. Why couldn't they still call them that? It was much easier to say that an integral was just the opposite of a derivative.

He leaned back in his chair as he pondered idly. His undershirt rode up on his chest, eliciting a gasp that he had to bite back to keep quiet. Kevin decided that he had to at least try to figure out what was going on. He slumped down a bit to make himself a bit less visible and tugged at the bottom of his undershirt. He stretched it out a bit and rubbed it between his fingers. It felt normal enough, if a little slippery...

The latex slid from between his fingers, causing a sudden, audible snap as the undershirt slapped back against his skin. The sting made his eyes water. All the conscious heads in the room turned in his general direction, but if there was one thing that he had learned how to do well, it was keep a straight face. Anyone that had bothered to look up soon lost interest. Well, this wasn't going to work. He resolved on investigating this later and settled on eating a granola bar to help get through another half hour of mathematical drudgery.

He managed to drag himself through the rest of Calc II, and then English 105 without too much trouble. In fact by lunch time, he had almost forgotten about his little mystery. Almost. He was reminded as he sat down in the cafeteria's awkward bench seat with his cold sandwich. He winced again at the odd sensation as he settled himself into the seat. He peeled back the saran wrap and took a few bites of his sandwich, but before long his curiosity got the better of him.

He dug his opposite hand up underneath his shirt to try to feel what was going on with his skin. The shirt stretched easily, it seemed a bit thinner, lighter too. Maybe it was just getting old. He felt at the skin on his belly, it seemed normal enough. Nothing that struck him as odd met his touch. As a matter of fact he hardly felt anything. Isn't there something odd about that? He should be able to feel something. Could Eva have done something to him?

He reached back out of his shirt and pulled open his collar, trying to smell the shirt. It smelled like normal latex. The distinction was very slight, but he could tell that it wasn't Eva's scent. He looked down and got another sharp snap when he let go out of surprise. Most of his chest hair was completely gone. It wasn't really scary, just weird, very weird. From what he could see, it was mostly normal up near his arms, but as he went down and towards the middle of his chest, it faded to almost nothing.

This didn't make any sense... Why would he be losing his hair? And for that matter where was it going? He hadn't noticed any suspicious piles of body hair anywhere. He remembered having a rather noteworthy amount of it before. It couldn't all have just vanished. He happened to look down at his left arm. It too had a conspicuous gap in its hair, right in the middle of his forearm. It was shaped like...

Kevin suddenly put it all together. The image of Eva's jaws clamping down on his arm flashed into his mind. The bald spot looked like a bite mark; right on the spot where Eva's muzzle had landed. She had dribbled and smeared her sexual fluids all over him during their intimate moments too. That particular thought he had to swat away before he put himself in an even more awkward position, but the fact remained. That ooze that Eva produced was dissolving his hair. He had drank that stuff, he had it all over him more times than once. Every time it completely covered his-

Kevin had to forcibly stop his hand from jumping to his crotch. He could barely restrain himself. His wedding tackle had just spent the better part of a weekend in a caustic sludge that had completely unknown chemical and, he hated to admit it, magical properties. He managed to stay his hand. He was pretty sure that his most treasured possession was all right, and dropping his drawers in public was hardly going to fix it.

Kevin had been absent-mindedly chomping on his sandwich the whole time he had been meditating on this new crisis. He had gotten most of the way through it without really paying much attention. It was surprisingly good for an unknown freezer sandwich of indeterminate age. His gaze froze in disbelief when he looked at it. The bottom half of the sandwich was still tightly wrapped in plastic. He had been indiscriminately gnawing through it; Plastic wrap and all, without even noticing.

Well, he had noticed a change in the taste, a change for the better he thought. Could he actually be craving the plastic? He pulled the rest of the wrapping off the sandwich and sucked on the edge experimentally. He didn't really notice anything, though he admittedly didn't know what he was looking for. He found out when the plastic suddenly lost purchase in his mouth. He looked at the edge of the wrapping. The part that he had in his mouth had dissolved away like cotton candy. He could detect an odd filmy feeling in his mouth as the liquid plastic trickled back to his throat.

Kevin's simply stared unflinchingly into space. He couldn't even be shocked or scared anymore. He set down the remains of the plastic wrap and finished his sandwich before moving on to his next class. Perhaps it was because he had just come off an English class, but another quite from Twain kept sticking in his head.

"Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours."

He found the old sage's words to ring remarkably true. His swirl of doubt, fear and confusion calmed over the course of the day. He was very disturbed by the implications of what might be happening to him, but he had to admit, there was no guarantee that this was a bad thing. As a matter of fact he still felt that Eva's appearance was the best thing that had ever happened to him. There was no doubt whatsoever about that. He resolved to ask her about it, but he would never let it come between them.

The strange sensations of his undershirt remained a distraction, but one he came to appreciate as time went on. It was as if he had a playful friend ticking him as he moved about. He considered taking it off to be free of it, but he somehow knew that he would miss it. The rest of the day passed in a fog, but Kevin could certainly think of worse ways to get through a day.

Kevin got back to his house to find it once again devoid of roommates. They took a lot of lightweight, mid-afternoon classes. It fit with their lifestyle it seemed. Kevin headed up the stairs. The smooth rubbing of the shirt reminded him of the embrace that awaited him, egging him on. He got to his door and raised his hand to knock before he realized the pointlessness of the gesture. His thought was that Eva might be naked or something, and would want her privacy. In reality she was almost certainly naked and would likely ask him to join her as soon as possible. A moan and a strained gasp met his ears as he opened the door.

Eva was lying across Kevin's bed on her belly, frantically fumbling with the touchpad with one hand and desperately fingering her sex with the other. Her awkward position didn't seem to bother her in the slightest, nor did the clumsy skittering of her claws across the touchpad. Her eyes stayed intensely glued to the screen. Her legs were free to kick and twitch in the throes of passion. She moaned hard again as she went from fingers to knuckles. It didn't look like she would stop until she had her whole handpaw in there, which was probably well within her talents.

Kevin was surprised at how hot the breath was that came out of his mouth. Apparently he hadn't completely shrugged off the effects of his undershirt. He was spoiling for an excuse to get hot just as much as Eva was. Boy had he ever found it. Eva gave no indication that she was aware of him until he was half a step away from the bed, and even then she couldn't bring herself to stop madly rubbing at her labia.

'Oh, OH! Kevin! I'm so s-sorry. I didn't know what to d-doo OOH! Without you!" She managed to frantically squeak.

"You seem to have worked yourself into quite a huff." Kevin said. Trying to ignore how painfully hard he was at seeing her like this. He glanced at the screen to see what had gotten her so hot and bothered. "Looks like you know how this works better than you let on."

Kevin recognized the banner of one of his favorite art sites. And of course in the center of the page was a voluptuous inflatable gryphon having his way with a busty dragon femme. Kevin was impressed, that had been one of his favorites. If he liked it, he couldn't imagine how tantalizing it would look to someone who didn't have to fantasize about being inflatable.

"Kevin..." She choked. "I... nnngh... I need-"

That was all he needed to hear. He set his concerns to the side. He had gotten his mate into this condition and he would set things right no matter what it did to him. He grabbed Eva's wrist and separated it, with a bit of difficulty, from her dripping sex. Eva looked at him in a distressed and expectant manner.

He wasn't sure why, but it occurred to him to lick her fingers clean. He delicately flicked his tongue across her sodden fingers. The previously awkward sensation of the fluid in his mouth seemed to fit better in this context, driving him onward, making him strive to make her handpaw 'squeaky clean' as it were.

"Well..." He drawled in his best seductive voice. "I'll need a minute to slip onto something more comfortable. Why don't you clean up the computer?"

Eva's free hand snapped the screen shut and shoved the laptop to the edge of the bed. Kevin snatched it as it tumbled to the floor.

"Now, now there's no need to get careless," Kevin scolded. The laptop slid out of his hand and fell the remaining distance to the floor when Eva suddenly thrust her arm doing his pants, taking a firm grip on Kevin's junk.

"It would be in your best interest to speed things up a little," she stated.

"Hell hath no fury indeed..." He stammered as she popped open his fly.

Eva used her grip to yank down Kevin's pants as he slid out of his shirt. The smoothness of his undershirt made the motion remarkably fluid. He started to pry it off as well, before Eva seized a fistful.

"I think it's fine just the way it is."

Kevin had never seen her like this. She had always been pretty driven, but she was just belligerent now. How was he going to do this every day? He figured he'd best concentrate on the short term for the moment. Which meant getting down to business quick if he knew what was good for him. He found himself dragged onto the bed as he entertained a brief thought of resisting. He saw no reason to bother with foreplay. Both of them were about as hot as they could get without one of them melting, and at this point any further delays would've been downright dangerous. He watched the near-rabid drool that edged out of her muzzle. He kind of liked her feral side, but he didn't know if he could survive it.

Horniness and self-preservation quickly combined into Kevin forcing his member down Eva's passage. He met some resistance, but he was determined this time. He had to make it up to his love. He needn't have been worried about using too much force. As soon as he let up in the slightest, one of Eva's feet curled up to meet his ass, slamming him into her as far as he could go. Eva reeled with the sudden thrust, filling her need while igniting others. Kevin grasped her, wanting to feel her embrace again. He found that she knew just where that thin little layer of rubber had "bothered" him the most.

The way she rubbed him through it sent sparks of sensation cascading across his body. It felt like the barrier between them was hardly there. All the pent up tension that the day had left him with burst out. The ecstasy came to a head and his whole body lurched forward. His vision went white for a moment as his lust spiraled out of control. He wasn't even sure if he came. The moment his body slacked when it was over Eva flipped him over and started hammering away on top of him.

Kevin's shaft slid smoothly up her entrance now. She swung her hips with such force that he could no longer maintain his hold on her. He had to simply sit back and enjoy the ride. Eva's maw continued to drip in her feral lust. She slurped slightly as she finally spoke.

"I love the shirt," she growled. "It makes you look just... delicious..."

Kevin didn't like that grin, but he liked the sensation of her tongue tracing up his chest well enough to forget about that. Eva swallowed the black ooze that had built up on her tongue.

"Just as I thought. Exquisite."

Kevin was about to respond before she lunged at him. Fear flashed in him before she took only a mouthful of latex in her jaws and tore it off him. What was that about her teeth not being able to shred things? He was suddenly less convinced of that assertion. His concerns were once again melted away as she began to lick his chest again. As her tongue deftly teased one of his nipples he realized that it wasn't just about getting the latex, she was trying to ensure that he had a good time too. And she was succeeding.

Kevin had no idea that playing with his nipples could yield such pleasure. Eva rhythmically licked and flicked her tongue in time with the bouncing of her hips. Her slavering maw covered Kevin's chest in her fluids quite quickly. The abused undershirt soon dissolved into more thick, black ooze that clung to him all over.

She licked one of Kevin's nipples clean and took hold of it in her jaws suddenly, sucking and pulling for all she was worth. Kevin couldn't take it. Heat, tingling, pressure, and sensations that didn't even make sense to him exploded in his mind. He grabbed Eva's hips and forced her onto himself. He clenched his muscles and rammed his hips up to meet hers, cumming forcefully as he did so. Eva too, released her jaws and cried out as her orgasm took her. She leaned forward and moaned, rubbing herself needfully against his slicked chest as the aftershocks ripped through her. Kevin let his head fall to the pillow and stroked her back as he tried to come down off his insane peak. Kevin's fading erection withdrew from Eva's body at last.

Eva suddenly rose from his chest. The remains of Kevin's shirt clung tightly to her skin. Her body was streaked with black sludge.

"I don't think so." She stated. "I'll tell you when we're done."

Before Kevin could manage so much as a confused expression, Eva bit down onto one of the ragged edges of the remaining black latex on his back, the front of the shirt having been completely dissolved. The black streaks on the surface of her skin had soaked in, forming a splayed pattern of wicked-looking stripes. It looked like something out of a horror movie. Eva's hungry eyes darted about as she chomped greedily at the leftover flap of latex. She rolled and twisted what remained, licking and slurping up excess as necessary to form it into a thick band a bit smaller than her wrist.

"Perfect..." She growled, sliding the ring tightly around Kevin's cock and balls.

Kevin realized that he was indeed not done. He wasn't about to stop until she said so. He wasn't so sure about the idea of being dominated like this, but it didn't look like he had many options. His member started to straighten and rise as the blood was trapped in it. Apparently it wasn't going fast enough, as Eva went right back to sensually licking his chest to get him back in the mood. Only one side of his chest had been completely licked off, and Eva set to work on the other with no small amount of dedication.

Kevin felt his member fill and pulse eagerly as his apprehension ebbed. Each beat of his heart brought another surge to his already rock hard erection. He strained as his inner muscles pumped of their own accord. The hardness alone was driving him up the wall. A twinge of pain flushed through him as his cock was pushed well beyond its normal limits. His tip brushed up against her entrance even though she hadn't moved. She was straddling him pretty high to reach all over his chest better. Had his cock really lengthened that much?

In any case, Eva took it as her signal to slam down her hips onto him, making Kevin scream with the sudden embrace on his highly sensitive member. It felt like his pole was on fire, but Eva kept at it. The torrid black web on her body swelled and roiled, seeming to revel in the power that Eva had seized. Kevin was desperate for release and now more that a little frightened. He felt a familiar twinge on his nipple that told him all he needed to know. Eva sucked hard, pulling back and impaling herself on his cock.

The fantastic explosion of pleasure came again out of nowhere. Lights danced around Kevin's field of vision as he became lost in a sea of pleasure. His innards heaved, once, then again. The pleasure washed out his consciousness more each time. A sharp pain suddenly snapped Kevin back to awareness. His muscles couldn't overcome the constricting ring. He howled in pleasure and pain as his hips bucked again. He strained desperately trying to expel his seed, but to no avail.

"AHHH! Eva please! It hurts so much!"

Eva's eyes narrowed and a vicious snarl rose from her throat. Her mate's piteous mewling had torn her away from the bliss of the climax that she had worked so hard for. She leaned back and spread her jaws wide.

Eva suddenly forgot why she was doing that. A tear slowly traced its way down Kevin's cheek. Eva's eyes widened with horror as she regained her senses. Thinking quickly, she wet her fingers and pinched the latex band between them. Her claws could've been razor blades for how the ring parted and snapped off his aching balls. It flew across the room as Kevin felt the flood of blazing hot seed erupt up into his lover while a cooling relief spread through his loins. A gentle pricking rose up through his abdomen as his blood flow attempted to right itself.

Darkness crept in around the edges of the image of Eva's concerned face. Kevin's head lolled from side to side, she appeared to be shaking him. Her mouth was moving, but a distant murmur was all Kevin heard. He wondered why she was so worried as his eyes drifted shut. Everything would be okay now...

He was lying in an open field, the evening sun warming his side. He didn't know how he got there, or what exactly was going on, but it was all so many details now. He wanted nothing more than to continue to lie there. A gentle breeze tossed the grass around him. It whistled softly in his ears, then louder. It seemed to fit with the scene before him at first, but the wind became more and more insistent with each gust. The noise clashed with the serene setting. He thought to bring his hands to his ears, but he met resistance, something weighed him down. It was all right though. He could bear it.

Another gust tore across the ground, snapping off the tall strands of grass and buffeting his face. The air seemed to whisper out a single word: "Okay..." Kevin concentrated on the sound of the howling wind.

"Please be okay..."

He shook his head, he was just hearing things. The wind came again, more insistently.

"You have to be okay..."

The voice was worried. Someone thought that he was in trouble. Kevin took stock of himself. He couldn't move much, but he didn't really want to anyway. Everything was fine. Hoping whoever it was could hear him, he rasped out a response.

"I am okay."

"What? Can you hear me?"

He felt a few drops of liquid fall on his face. The wind backed off, he recognized the voice as Eva's. Where was she? Why wasn't she with him?

"Come on, wake up Kevin! Wake up!"

Hearing his name finally got him to wake. He was in his bed, still with the sun beating down on him. He dragged his eyes open if only to appease Eva's continued frantic whispers.

"Kevin!" She cried, hugging him with all her strength.

He was relieved that Eva was back at his side, but the movement of his head caused a sudden spike of pain.

"Augh! Put me back down!" Was all he managed to croak out.

He slid back onto the pillow as her grip slackened. He sighed as the pain in his head lost its edge. Now he was distressed only by the hurt and fear that lined Eva's face. Her fearsome stripes had faded into the shining green that she always sported, but her normal exuberance had been stripped from her. Now she looked only frantic and exhausted, even going so far as to have frazzled tufts of fur out of place on her cheeks. It wasn't a very convincing imitation of fur. Just ragged edges of latex, but it completed a picture of anguish and regret.

Her ears drooped heavily on her head as Kevin met her pleading gaze. He had tried to return her embrace before but his arms were still very heavy. He grunted as he forced one of his arms up onto the back of her neck. She whimpered slightly at his touch.

"Hey," he rasped. "I thought that my leaving was supposed to kill you."

He might've picked a slightly less sensitive subject matter, but the joke at least let Eva know that he wasn't mad.

"I'm so sorry Kevin. I just-"

"Missed me so much," he finished, pulling her head down onto his shoulder. "I know, you warned me about that. I'm sorry too."

Eva whined weakly into the pillows as Kevin tried to comfort her. As they talked, he felt his body starting to respond to his will once again. He rolled onto his side and pulled her close to him. He smiled at that. The movement felt so right that it took paralysis to stop him from doing it.

"Can you-"

"I already forgive you Eva," Kevin said, impressed at his own perceptiveness. It appeared that she wasn't the only one getting to know their mate. "We're just going to have to figure out a better means of dealing with this. We need some way that you don't work yourself into a frenzy when I'm gone, which will hopefully also save me from being torn apart by a demon of feral lust when I get home."

"Demon of feral lust?" Eva asked. "Was it really that bad? Was I... really that bad?"

"Yes and no," he replied. "Not necessarily in that order. You were certainly over the top. It wouldn't have surprised me a bit if your eyes had started glowing. I can't say you forgot how to show me a good time though."

She smiled at that. He could tell that she took pride in her ability to satisfy him. He would too if he had her skill.

"I'm going to have to teach you about moderation," he stated. "In the space of a few minutes I see you depressed, enraged, horny, terrified, elated... horny... The first step is for you to learn to mellow out a little."

"Well, if you feel up to it, I was thinking up a solution of my own."

Kevin still felt sluggish, but he was intrigued. He let go of Eva and flopped out of bed. He braced for a sudden rush of pain, but he felt only a little dizziness. Eva walked to the closet and retrieved one of Kevin's undershirts.

"I didn't spend the whole day on your computer looking at... art." She explained. "I also got in touch with a good friend. I think that he can help."

"What?"

"I talked to Terry online. He had an idea for how to fix this."

Kevin grabbed his laptop and pushed in the disc drive, it had been jarred loose from hitting the floor. He checked for other damage, finding none he flipped it open. Minimizing the handful of windows containing "art" revealed an IM conversation between "thaSlikVixn" and "Terriman21" Kevin scanned its contents.

Terriman21: Boy it has been awhile, you were the green one right?

thaSlikVixn: Yep, but you can call me Eva now.

Terriman21: Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eva. I was getting worried there. You were the only one of my friends that I hadn't heard from yet.

thaSlikVixn: Awww, I can take care of myself.

Terriman21: >_>

There were some other pleasantries, and some rather graphic accounts that were exchanged later on. Kevin looked to make sure that the 'private chat' box was checked. He scanned through the conversation until he came to a particularly long message that looked like it might be what he was looking for.

Terriman21: That certainly is a tough one. There's no way I could leave Talia without a fight, that's for sure. I know it hurts for your love to go away, but you can't blame him for putting his future first. Here's what I suggest. When you get popped, you can reform and then get blown up again, so apparently you're a bit more malleable with no air. If you deflated yourself you could turn into a shirt just like the ones your mate already wears. Then you'd be as close as you could possibly be to him all day long.

thaSlikVixn: I don't know if I can do that. I don't like being deflated. I had... a bad experience...

Terriman21: It is absolutely not a question of ability, let me assure you. In my experience you girls can do anything that you put your mind to, especially if it's for your mate. I know that you love him. That goes without saying. If you're too scared to do it so that you can be with him, do it so that he can be with you. He may not show it, but I'm sure that leaving you hurts him just as much. Right after you find the courage to try, you'll find a way to do it. I know you can.

Kevin smiled. Terry sure did know these girls well. Apparently Eva had worked up the courage to try this out. What was her plan though?

Kevin looked back to his mate.

"You think it will work?"

"I spent a good chunk of the day looking this thing over. I can change my shape if I really concentrate. I can't quite form a shirt like this, but I think I have a better idea. I noticed that this lubricant I have gets pretty tacky when mixed with regular latex, look."

She pointed to what looked like a splattering of alien vomit on the wall. The black sludge turned out to be what remained of the elastic band she had wrapped around his family jewels. It was indeed firmly stuck.

"I think that I might be able to cling to this shirt and stay there for as long as I need to if I could just deflate myself, and then have you put two and two together."

"I'm not sure if I'm quite up to blowing you back up again right now," Kevin said. He felt better than before, but getting that much air into her was a tall order even when he was in peak form.

"We could just do this in the morning. Then you wouldn't have to blow me up until we got back."

"Hmmm... I'd rather not be beta testing when we're in a time crunch."

Eva looked to the floor. Kevin couldn't bear to dash her hopes. He had to think of something, even if it was only temporary.

"I think better when I eat," he said. "You've had your fill but I've still got to get some fuel. Don't worry. I'll come up with a way to make this work."

It wasn't long before Kevin was in the kitchen wearing only his wrinkled jeans, packing a lunch for tomorrow while waiting for the microwave. He included a few extra layers of saran wrap just in case Eva got hungry by lunchtime too. Kevin remembered with a twinge all the worry that the simple shrink wrap had caused him. He decided against bringing it up as he walked to the table with another steaming tray of pre-fab food. She had worried about him enough for one night.

He just wanted to curl up in bed and hold her as close as he could... He stopped in mid-bite. He had his answer. He finished the meal with a smile as the two exchanged other details of how their day went, Kevin carefully avoiding the parts where his was in fear for his life. Upon their return to the bedroom, Kevin laid out his plan after he stripped naked again and retrieved another black latex undershirt.

"Eva," he said, gripping her shoulders. "I want you to deflate yourself right now."

"What? Why?"

"Like I said, no time in the morning. And I've got a day to make up to you. I counter a day of isolation with a night of being as close to me as you can possibly be."

Eva's joy was palpable. A deep kiss let him share in her elation. Kevin was glad he had come up with this idea. He would clearly never teach the young fox moderation though. As deep as her sorrow was, so too was her unbridled glee at being told she could be with him. He held out the shirt when they broke the kiss, waiting for the go ahead. She breathed deeply, jitters about being deflated finally making their way to the surface.

"Kevin," she said, steeling her resolve. "I love you."

"I know."

A long, deep sigh signaled the escape of the air that filled his lover. She felt limp in his arms, but this was very different than when he first held her. Not only was she substantially heavier, he could feel her strength. Her body stiffened and relaxed in just the right places to get her where she was going. She needed a little help, but she soon clung tightly to his shirt. Though he always had a certain reverence for his mate, he couldn't really call the result pretty. It looked like Eva had been doing a Tazmanian Devil impression, and had been frozen in mid-tornado. And looking at the black of the shirt through her skin lent her some very sinister undertones. He straightened his odd garment after wriggling his way into it, delighting in the tiny twitches and squeaks coming from all around him.

The feeling couldn't be described. The poetic side of him said that it was how you would feel if love were something tangible, something that you could wrap yourself up in like a blanket. Those words fell somewhat flat considering that that was pretty much exactly what he had done. Now that all was well he came to realize that worrying about one thing or another was all that had kept him going thus far. The exhaustion of the day's events suddenly weighed heavily on him. He shut out the light of the setting sun as he made his way back to bed. Happy, but desperately tired, Kevin tumbled into bed. The sweet caress of his lover still with him.