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The cold from falling rain made no difference to Kimmy. No matter how much the vixen bundled up or huddled her knees to her chest, a chill wrapped around her body like a glacial blanket. Despite the summer heat, she swore she saw puffs of white with every haggard breath. Eventually, she stopped breathing, no longer needing to.

It started a month ago, or what the white fox assumed as her cardboard box had no calendar. She had parents then, adoptive ones who she thought loved her. Then her school's systems sent out evidence of her orientation, whether by mistake or purpose, she still wasn't sure. Maybe one of the teachers had it out for her. Whatever the case, her parents kept it quiet until she turned eighteen, then kicked her by the wayside. Her surname was expunged, and she couldn't afford school. Hell, the scanners didn't let her through the front gate, turning the poor fox into a stranger before everyone.

With nowhere to go, she risked shelters. Places where the unwanted or unrecorded stayed in the hopes of finding some way back into the systems of society. It was there she woke up with a stiff pain in her neck. If only that were all. Slowly she lost her appetite, then the chill that followed her robbed Kimmy's fur of its color. She'd read up on the vampire disease in class, something incredibly rare in the populace, so much that subjects infected were often taken for research. With no records of release, the vixen opted to run off before anyone at the shelter outed her, fearful of what would happen.

"Get out of here!" someone shouted. Kimmy reacted faster than she expected but not enough to stop a heavy boot from collapsing her makeshift shelter. With the rain blocking out the sun the white vixen had some chance to avoid being burned, helped by the heavy bundle of clothes over her she'd stolen from the shelter. It wouldn't be enough when the rain ended and some part of her knew it'd be soon. Her instincts told her the sun would come soon.

So she raced. Weak as she was, the girl never tired. What research she gleaned told her that vampires couldn't starve to death. Blood just made them stronger, and faster, a semblance of life. Even if she knew how to stalk others Kimmy wouldn't. Unlike the desperate soul who crept up on her at the shelter, she wouldn't doom another for temporary reprieve. Never.

Her paws splashed into puddles as the rain lessened. Panic grew as she looked through crowded streets, trying to find shelter in a sea of people that ignored her. They all looked forward into their HUDs, exploring a colorful world in augmented reality filled with advertisements that the vixen never thought she'd miss. So cruel was her fate that she still remembered what warmth felt like. Its memory pooled into her chest as she moved, so strong that it felt real.

Then it grew stronger. She stopped. Her hand held her chest. The heartbeat was still slow, but faster than before. Its speed dampened as she moved left, right, or back, but grew forward. Curiosity hooked her toward the source, only to be overshadowed by fear as the sun parted the clouds.

Kimmy followed the heat like a compass, pushing her deeper through crowds under the threat of sunlight. The mass of people grew thicker, their murmurs deafening as she scuttled between legs and weaved away from people passing by in all directions. The heat boiled her from inside and out. Terrified that the sun had finally broken through the clouds, the white vixen ducked into the darkest place she could find. There, behind a black tablecloth that touched the pavement, she huddled in silence.

"What the hell?" Kimmy froze at the new voice. Curling in on herself, the fox hoped to shrink away from whatever gaze could look upon her. A concerned but filtered tone echoed through her ears as the cloth was pulled, "Are you alright?"

She looked over to see the cylinder of a gasmask seep into her haven of darkness. "You lost?" the voice asked.

Kimmy nodded, "Yes..." she said,

"Oh, well if you come on out I can help."

"Not in the sun..." Kimmy cursed herself for saying it. The stranger didn't need a reason to suspect she was a vampire. Yet she couldn't help it, the words slipped out.

"My booth is shaded in all directions. Trust me." She extended her hand. Despite having no reason to, Kimmy took it, letting a wolf, at least what she assumed was one, pull her out from underneath the table. Shade covered every corner of the booth she stood in. She smelled heavy accents of rubber and latex around her, revealed to be items listed for sale. "I don't suppose you're interested in buying some latex, are you?" the wolf asked, her chipper tone robbed by the all-encompassing latex gasmask and dark lenses that hid her eyes.

Kimmy shook her head. "No, sorry. I don't really have any money," She gulped looking over the wolf. Shiny black latex covered her from ears to toe that squeaked and stretched with the subtle movements of her fingers and hips. A latex-covered tail swayed back and forth whilst waiting for her to answer. "Please, I just need to avoid the sun. Just for the day." Kimmy pleaded.

"What's your name?" the wolf asked.

Kimmy gulped. "Kimberly. My friends call me Kimmy." Not that she had friends any more.

The wolf shook her hand, "The name's Agatha. This is my booth for the festival. I don't mind you staying underneath the table but I'd need you to be quiet. Can't make sales if you're causing too much of a racket."

She could kiss Agatha. Part of her wanted to and not because of her generosity. The wolf had a certain charm to her. Kimmy didn't know quite how to put it, she just felt safer around the wolf, like she belonged. As the fox huddled back under the table she remembered the heat from before. Her body burned like she'd fallen into a steam room, threatening to suffocate her. She tossed away the layers of old jackets, scarves, and sweaters she had to stay warm, but the heat remained.

It pooled from Agatha. Kimberly gulped and moved closer without realizing it, shivering in the presence of the wolf's latex legs. So close now she noticed the wolf had worn a tight latex skirt around her waist. Warmth pulled the fox under it, revealing Agatha's bare pussy.

She wanted it. Kimberly had only just met the wolf but she desired her as if without water in a desert. Willpower strained her neck to keep it steady, fearful that giving in would force the wolf to kick her out. She'd already lost one home embracing her desires.

Yet Agatha didn't push her away. Even with Kimmy's hands on the wolf's legs. Every breath brought the taste of her cunt to the roof of her mouth, tempting her more and more until a hand softly grasped her scalp. Her heart froze. Was this the moment Agatha would toss her into the sun to burn? No, no the wolf pulled her closer. Kimmy's eyes grew wide at the realization, this was wanted. This was desired of her.

The vixen dug in. Euphoria filled her with every lick of the older woman's cunt. Agatha's claws dug deep when she was too loud, silently directing the young vampire on how to pleasure her savior. Her heat swelled between her legs, begging to be quenched but Kimmy's hands wouldn't move from Agatha's legs.

Time faded. Her hearing dulled as if to give more attention to taste and smell so she may better serve the wolf. Not needing air, the vixen ate her out without pause. It felt right to do so. For the first time since leaving the shelter, Kimmy felt at peace.

"Enjoying yourself?" Agatha asked, pulling Kimmy from her cunt. Shame crawled through her skin but no blush formed in her cheeks. Agatha pinched them, "It looks like you did. Why don't you come on out?" Kimmy followed her request without question, forgetting how she'd stripped herself naked. It felt so natural to stand bare before the latex-covered wolf. A quick look revealed that night had fallen and all of Agatha's wares had been sold. The crowd had dispersed, leaving Kimmy alone before the strange wolf.

"Do you have a place to go?" Agatha asked. Something about her tone told Kimmy the wolf knew otherwise, but she reasoned it was an easy guess. After all, Kimmy arrived in layers of ragged clothes, some too big for her. She shook her head, earning a smile from the wolf that Kimmy knew she'd kill to keep seeing. "Well, I have a place. Why don't you come with me and we'll figure out what to do from there?"

Agatha had her carry empty bags used for the wolf's wares. Along the way through narrow streets and back alleys, she asked Kimmy her life story. Kimmy found herself compelled to speak, keeping no secrets. Her life before, her outing, why she'd left the shelter and her vampirism. She tilted her head playfully at the latest news, letting the blank tinted lenses stare down at the short fox. "Yes, I figured that was the case. You hiding from the sun was a dead giveaway."

"Please don't tell anyone." Kimmy begged, "They'll take me away to-"

Agatha pressed her finger to Kimmy's lips, "Shhh...your secret's safe with me." It took all her willpower not to suckle the digit. "In fact, I think I have a way to help solve your sunlight problem."

"Really?" Kimmy asked. The glove's material felt intoxicating to breathe so close.

Agatha nodded, pinching her own latex, "Fashionable and practical." She stood on stone steps to a small building squeezed between two others. Its windows were black as if one-way mirrors. The front door opened with a creak, "Come, let's get you properly dressed."

Somewhere in the back of her mind Kimmy knew she should have questioned where she was going. That nagging feeling clung to her ear as she followed the wolf into her house and then down to the basement. Yet the fox felt compelled to follow, slowly questioning why she felt concerned the longer she stood in Agatha's presence. "Vampires used to hide in the shadows knowing that any amount of sunlight would hurt them. There had been attempts to find ways around this, but nothing really came of it until someone sank their fangs into the fetish scene and discovered latex." Agatha pulled her into a dark room that smelled of rubber. Kimmy turned to see the wolf pull out a catsuit like their own, surprised to see herself naked. Had she been naked the entire trip to Agatha's house? Had she cared? The questions fell away as Agatha stretched the neck hole of the suit.

"See, so long as you keep sunlight off your skin, you won't burn. There are other complications to latex, such as cutting, but my suits are thicker than most. They're not so easy to cut." Agatha rubbed lube over Kimberly's body before asking her to step into the suit. The vixen did so without question, letting the material cling and pull against her. Heavy hands clasped where crinkles formed to smooth it out, letting the lube slither across her body. Kimmy bit her lip, shivering with anxiety and delight as the material enveloped her. "Of course, we couldn't just wear latex in daylight with polite society. No, things had to change bit by bit. It's a shame that some things stayed the same, but that's life."

"We?" Kimmy asked, breathless as the wolf smiled back. Her heart sank. "No..." she tried shaking her head but found it still, like the rest of her body.

"I'm surprised it took you so long, dear," Agatha removed her mask, revealing white fur and the red eyes of a vampire, "Though I suppose being a thrall makes these experiences difficult to parse."

Her mind screamed to run but her legs stayed still. "Thrall?" she asked, struggling to clench her fist, "W-What does that mean? I thought I was a vampire?"

"In a manner of speaking, you are. At least to anyone not blessed," Agatha paid little heed to the vixen's struggles as she searched through the room, returning with a latex hood she began to pull over Kimmy's face. "But you see, there are several stages to vampirism. One doesn't just become a full-fledged vampire upon bite alone. No, you start as a thrall, a slave to whoever turned you. You only become a regular vampire if your master willingly gives you their blood. Maybe after a hundred years of impeccable service, I'll consider it."

The vixen's tears swelled and slipped quickly down her latex cheeks, brushed away by the wolf's gloved hand. "Why me?" she asked, her mouth struggling to form words in her mistress's presence.

"Because you looked adorable," Agatha's smile revealed her pointed vampire fangs, "I've always been picky on my thralls. Why I haven't had one since the third world war. But when I saw you in the shelter I just had to have you. Really, I did you a favor. As a thrall you don't need to eat, sleep, or breathe. You'll crave blood, we all do, but you don't actually need it to do your duties."

"Duties?" Kimmy asked, "What duties?"

Agatha braced her palm against the latex fox's face, angling her to see eye to eye, "Whatever I ask of you, my thrall. Clean my abode, guard my coffin, fetch me victims, or pleasure me. These and more are the duties you will take to heart, but first I need to let you adjust to your new skin." Terror stretched across the fox's face. "Yes, that's right," Agatha said, pinching the latex to pull. "You don't need to take this off unless it needs to be replaced. You don't need a name either, but I find Kimmy cute. Perhaps in fifty years, I'll use it again for you. For now, you are simply my thrall."

The wolf's lips pressed against her own, followed by her tongue's intrusion. Kimmy felt her body brighten as her mistress wrestled her tongue to submission while exploring her maw. She knew she'd do anything to continue the sensation, even as she cried for her fate. "It seems you still have a little resistance in you," Agatha said. The wolf snapped her fingers, compelling Kimmy to kneel by a drawer in the wall and pull. There she found a padded cot akin to a morgue, with restraints latched over it.

Silently Kimmy screamed as her body climbed over it. Agatha latched the cuffs in place, locking her thrall to the table. A padded muzzlegag covered the shiny vixen's maw. Her eyes pleaded for mercy at the blindfold between the wolf's hands. "Oh don't be a baby, my thrall. This is just so your night vision doesn't get in the way. As for this, well don't worry about going insane. I need to build you back up anyway."

Down into darkness, the fox slid and in the darkness she died, growing cold in the unknowing passage of time. She tried to remember her name, tried to pretend she was alive. Her breathing stopped, and her thoughts slowed as if frozen and waiting. When the heat returned, the thrall was ready.

Just as her mistress wanted.