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Jonathan, a simple slender human male of mid-twenties, with moderate length brown hair and matching brown hair, walked past a certain store on the way home from his work day in day out. Rain or shine, fair weather, snow, you name it. He never paid it much mine. The store was aptly named, "Suits U". It sat in the corner of this mini mall next to a starbucks on one side, and a dunkin donuts on the other. It was this bastion of caffeine that he needed every day that even brought him anywhere near this store. Sure enough given enough time curiosity would start to gnaw at him.

Due to an approaching holiday, Jonathan's work was closed early, allowing him to head home but unlike before he stops in front of this store and looks in. Mannequins wear various costumes and suits that look like something one would wear for Halloween more than anything else.

"Maybe something interesting could be in here," he remarks to himself as he steps inside. His senses are hit with the smell of that of a clothing store mixed with leather and the faintest hint of rubber. Inside are rows upon rows of suits hanging on wheeled clothing racks.

"Hello can I help you?" asks an elderly Chinese man with a stereotypical white thin beard hanging from his chin.

"Oh me? No, just looking, first time I've been here. So you sell costumes?"

"We sell lots of things, we sell suits of various kinds, casual, business, pleasure, anything you need or could want we have it," he says with a creaking voice.

"I am just going to look around. Just browsing, I have no idea if there is anything here I could even want."

"Don't be so sure, there is always something someone wants even if they don't know they want it till they find it. Feel free to look around. If there is anything you like and not in your size, let me know and I can look in the back," he responds with a smile.

"I appreciate it. But I'll just around now," he responds as he walks away from the man who goes back to a nearby counter that overlooks the door. Jonathan runs his hands through the racks up in front. As he slides them open he notices the fine quality material these suits are made up of. More surprisingly that these are actual business suits. Something that he's seen his boss wear, with fine stitching, a slight pressed sheen to the fabric, silky smooth for comfort.

"I wasn't expecting anything like this," he remarks to himself, "Something so normal in an odd store like this."

"I heard that!" speaks up the old man.

"Sorry I didn't mean it as anything negative!" responds Jonathan as he looks over the racks towards the elderly man who looks back at him before sipping some tea from a white porcelain cup.

With a soft sigh Jonathan moves deeper into the store where the traditional business suits of the front give way to what he saw in the window, costumes fit for halloween. None of these suits were partials they all appeared to be full bodied suits. The scent of leather and rubber grew ever stronger as he went deeper into the store. Jonathan went over to the first suit that caught his eye, a black raven suit. The eyes seemed to draw his attention towards it. The long sleek beak, the feathers, each seemed to be individually stitched onto the suit. In the well lit store, the feathers shimmered.

"What the?" mutters Jonathan as he moves closer, his hands brush up against the feathers as he lifts up the suit. It has a bit of heft to it, thea feathers themselves though fragile looking are rather harty not becoming flustered or damaged by the movement. The whole suit was in five pieces. The leathered gloves and socks for one's hands and feet, the paints, main body and lastly the well crafted raven mask.

His hands ran across the smooth soft feathers as he held the raven's head up in front of his own. He lifted the mask and looked inside before deciding to slip it on. His eyes take a moment to adjust the change in light as his vision is partially obscure by the mask. The mask is soft against his skin as he can see the beak of the mask through the raven eyes.

"This is amazing," mutters Jonathan as he gasps at the feeling of the break moving with his mouth. "It even appears to speak when I do, this has to be so expensive...." he softly says to himself as he slowly pulls the raven's head off of his head and puts the suit back onto the rack.

"I don't think I could afford that, but... it is nice," he states as he looks through the racks, finding other types of anthropomorphic animals, raptors, snakes, lions bears, oh my there are so many different kinds here. The high quality of items steadily drew Jonathan deeper into the store.

Next thing that catches his eye is a black and green rubber sergal outfit placed on a mannequin body. The black rubber reflects brightly with the lights above. The shine moves with each step as his perception and angle of the light reflection changes as he moves closer. Details become clearer as Jonathan stands in front of it. The bust moderately sized, clearly a suit designed for a female with the slender curves, long tail with green fluff. Cuffs and collar already attached to the suit, with lettering that seems to faintly glow the words 'fuck toy'. The slight glow to the letters and of the eyes of the suit drew him closer. The scent of fresh latex wafts over his nostrils as each breath brings a tingle of delight.

"Find something you like?" asks the shopkeeper as he looks over the racks of clothing towards Jonathan.

"I found a lot of interesting things that... perk my interest as it were," he responds.

"Well if you have any questions feel free to ask," replies the shopkeeper as Jonathan turns around to look at the female sergal suit once again.

"Well...."

"Ah that one is a Toys-4-U suit," states the Shopkeeper with a much louder voice and when Jonathan turns around to see the man hunched over standing right behind him to the left.

"Jesus! How did you get up here so fast?!" exclaims Jonathan.

"Didn't mean to startle you, young people are just so jumpy these days," cackles the elderly man.

"Toys-4-U? I think I've heard of that company, they make fetish gear don't they?"

"They make and supply a lot of gear, toys, random knick knacks that cater for adults only. Really fine quality stuff, you should check out their website. I got permission from their company to sell a few of their wares, this is the only one I currently have left. I'll have to order more now that I think about it..." he says as he rubs his chin.

"It does look very well made, anything else you can tell me about it?" asks Jonathan as he moves his hand over to the suit, "May I touch it?" he asks.

"Yes you may," he responds as Jonathan runs his fingertips along the rubber material. It feels smooth and slick to the touch, his heart beat increases by a step or two as the shopkeeper chimes in.

"You may try on any of our suits, this one in particular can mold somewhat to the wearer's body."

Jonathan turns his head over to the shopkeeper he looks up at him, "What do you mean molds to the wearer's body?"

"Think of it like how memory foam contours to your body? It's like that. This suit will contour to your body while keeping the female look. Its designed to fit the male or female wearer."

"That does sound rather delightful," he mumbles to himself as his fingers feel the few millimeter thick rubber as he rubs the inside and the outside of the suit between them. The back of the suit is open, allowing Jonathan not only to do this but to glimpse inside the ultra shiny black reflective surface. The rubber on the inside does appear to allow his fingers to sink in and contour to his finger tips. "This rubber does feel rather wonderful too, I think I might try it on."

"Excellent, let me just get it off of here for you," responds the shopkeeper as he starts to reach around and slowly peel the suit off of a mannequin.

_"Not sure why I am so open about this... but it just--"_thinks Jonathan as he looks around suddenly says, "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"That suit over there? Some reason I didn't notice it till just now," remarks Jonathan as he points to a tall elegant black and red rubber dragon suit on a stand behind a glass case.

"That's our top quality Rubber Dragon Cynder Suit."

"I thought you said that was your only Toys-4-U suit left."

"This here is our last suit from the Toys-4-U company, that there is one of ours."

Jonathan found himself drawn to the suit as he walks over to it, his fingers touch the glass with a soft tap, "Please don't smudge the glass."

Jonathan takes a step back, "Sorry, sorry."

"That there isn't a Toys-4-U suit but one of ours. Its quality surpasses that of Toys-4-U if I do say so myself."

"Imagine that, the shopkeeper suggesting his wares over another person," he chuckles.

"Don't take it so lightly, while it's true the Toys-4-U suit contours itself to you, that suit makes you feel like you are wearing nothing at all, as if your very being is contoured to the suit itself," he responds.

"Really now? I find that hard to believe," remarks Jonathan as he looks up at the suit, which towers a two feet over him thanks to the pedestal it's on. The elegant curves, the moderate bust, the three purple diamonds on the hip, all of it reflecting the lights above into a spectacular shine, increased his delight, his eagerness, his curiosity to try it on.

"Here, if you don't believe me," replies the shopkeeper as he places the sergal suit off to the side and slowly makes his way to the back of the glass case then sighs to himself, "One moment, got to get the step stool," he grumbles muttering some incoherent words that Jonathan can't understand.

"I don't want to trouble you," he replies as he looks at the old man's plight as he goes halfway across the store to grab a small metal step stool and drag it back.

"No trouble at all, I don't often get patrons with a discerning eye for quality... or those with the gall to want to call me out on it, hehe," he chuckles as he places the stool behind the case with a clank of metal. He takes the three steps up to the top of the stool as his hand dives into his pocket and pulls out a clattering key ring. Sifting through the keys only seems to drag on the eagerness building within Jonathan to try on this suit. The long spread wings, the red wing webbing with silver horns and claws, with matching silver triangle tail tip.

"Nope not this... not this one... I just cleaned this suit yesterday it should be right... aha here it is," mutters the shopkeeper as he clicks the lock open and peals the suit off of the stand, letting the elegant creation fall limp into his arms as he brings it down and hands it over him, "Fitting room is in the back, pick any room you want."

"Uh thank you," replies Jonathan as he feels the heft... or the lack there of of the suit. It does feel as if there is almost nothing there. The thin layer of rubber feels not much different than the sergal suit he felt not just moments before.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go ahead and try it on, if you need me I'll be up in the front,"

"Got it, thank you," he replies as he darts off towards the back with the suit in hand, through the beaded curtain of the fitting rooms where a brightly lit hallway shows four door rooms with an empty clothing rack with hangers in the back. Jonathan made his way into the first room. He opens the door to reveal a modestly sized fitting room with a long bodied mirror off to the side with a single wooden stool to sit upon. He first places the suit a hangar that was left in the room as he begins to undress. The human himself was by no means scrawny but he wasn't all that muscular either, he was in shape and that was about it. Jonathan feels his face beat red as he looks down at his aroused excitement. His masculinity throbs between his legs as he looks over to the suit and feels it up once more. "I am sure he won't mind... it's made for this anyway isn't it?" he mutters to himself as he takes the suit off of the hanger and sits down on the stool, turning to face the mirror as he peels the back open revealing the glimmering rubber inside.

The inside of the suit shimmers as Jonathan swears he could feel a slight warmth to the inside of the suit as he spreads the back open more, the wings flipping to either side of the suit as he pulls his leg back and starts to slip in.

He grunts as he feels his legs slink into the mass of rubber. The suit bulging wherever his legs went as Jonathan reaches down to tug and pull the rubber up his body. His feet wiggle and snake their way through the suit, towards the leggings, as he starts to fill them out nicely. The rubber stretches around his body, squeezing his feet and legs as he manages to 'pop'

"It feels a little tight," he remarks as he wiggles his toes and sees the dragon feet wiggle in kind, "But so far it does look nice," he adds before standing up on his feet, the suit squeaks softly as the material shifts. Jonathan grabs the rubber suit and pulls up on his body as he feels the rubber smooth and stretch over his bare skin, his throbbing cock runs across the rubber, which causes a burst of pleasure to rush up his body and make him let out another soft moan.

"Damn it feels this good already? Despite how tight it is, I might just get it... if the sergal suit doesn't impress me more after this that is," he remarks to himself as he reaches down and rubs along his legs. His fingertips feel the warmth of his body through the rubber as it sends soft tingles through the rubber and to his skin underneath. His member twitches in delight as he pulls the rubber up along his body his rump and crotch now covered by the black delight.

Jonathan reaches into the suit and slips his arms inwards towards the long sleeves. The latex clings and rubs along his skin as it squeaks and grinds against his body. The front of the suit moves forward and seems to wrap and hug around his human form. The light rubber breasts press up against his chest as the head dangles over it. Jonathan looks over toward the mirror as his arms fill out the front of the suit.

Any wrinkles in the rubber disappear as they press up against Jonathan's body. The wings unfurl and move along his back as they seem to spread behind his body, making his form look even bigger than before. The rubber squeezes and presses against his body, spreading the warmth as the light reflects against his form, a warmth spreading across his body, the more the rubber touches his form, the better it feels. His crotch though feminine in design obviously bulges from his eager male package.

Jonathan reaches for the empty rubber mask as the neck is attached to the front of the suit. The black mask runs through his black rubber silver claw tipped rubber hands. With a deep breath he grabs the mask and stretches the opening. The warm shimmering faint glow of the suit is washed over and missed by the eagerness to complete the outfit. The rubber rubs and squeezes his head, the sounds of squeaks echo into his ears, as his hair is brushed back and rubbed by the headpiece.

Minutes pass as Jonathan adjusts and moves the mask into place, as the rubber squeezes his head. His eyes view through the eyes of the suit, his vision narrowed by the rubber mask as his mouth is filled with the taste of rubber, his nostrils the scent of rubber. His entire body warm by the grip of rubber that wraps around his body. He moves his shoulders back as the wings unfurl more, spreading outwards as the weight of the wings is rather miniscule much like the suit as a whole.

"Time to close the back," remarks Jonathan as his rubber mask starts to move and appear to be 'speaking', "A nice touch," Jonathan thinks as he tries to feel for any opening to close, but as the back of his claw tips run across the back, the area along his spine, between his wings he finds no opening, no spot for him to close, was there an opening to begin with? Jonathan merely shrugged the thought off as he looked at himself in the mirror.

For the first time Jonathan could lay his draconic blue eyes on the full bodied suit he now adorns. The glistening black and red rubber, the silver jewelry and horns, and those sparkling blue eyes. Those two glowing blue gems in a sea of blackness, it just drew Jonathan closer to the mirror. His rubber hands claws squeak against the mirror. Those deep ocean blue eyes just draw his attention even deeper. The suit is so light but so tight, his hands run over the breasts, the perk nipples squeak against the touch before traveling down the belly and to the bulging crotch. A soft moan escapes from his lips as his rubber claw tips run across the tight female slit that is slightly parted by the bulge.

"Why does this feels so good, so wonderful," he moans softly as his wings twitch and flap slightly, the voice a note higher than before, the wings feeling so heavy yet light at the same time. Could his wings always move like that? Did they feel that way? No matter, this suit... those eyes look so wonderful. As his hands run across the crotch for brief moment later, something started nag at him as he pressed himself harder against the mirror. The breasts squeeze against it, as Jonathan just stares into those lovelies. Something about them made him either unable or unwilling to look away.

"This suit is so wonderful, still so tight but... how could it feel this good? This wonderful?" Jonathan mutters to himself, he tenses his butt as he presses even closer, the tip of his snout touches the cool smooth glass of the mirror, as the weight of his tail flicks behind him with excitement.

"I never knew such a thing was possible, it just...is wonderful," he says taking a deep breath and slowly releases it, fogging the mirror as his eyes blink. The double eyelids working in tandem to clean his baby blue eyes. He takes a step back, feeling his toes slightly spread with each step as they support his body weight. The tail slithering behind him adjusting, moving to his movements helping him keep balance as the center of gravity is shifted thanks the wings that slowly fold back up against him.

"Did the wings always move like that? Maybe it's part of the design of the suit," he thinks as he looks back at the mirror, the butterfly fog creation almost completely faded as he once again looks over his form. The tight squeeze between his legs fading as he turns to the side and shows off his figure. His claws slowly trace along the rubbery flanks of the form, hiking the rump for self show as the tail hikes up, a shiver runs through his spine as something in the back of his mind tugs at him.

"There is something off about this, but, I am not sure what it is," he thinks to himself as he continues to trace over the delightful form that is his body. The tight squeeze of the rubber along the thighs, the supple form, the heavenly female sex that tingles between her legs.

It just felt wonderful as she moved her hands up along her front as she turned to face the mirror once again. She licked her lips, her tongue runs across her teeth as she feels their sharpness, careful not to cut herself as she gives a dominant grin.

"I do say I do look rather fantastic," she chuckles her voice even higher than before, then again it was always like this wasn't it? That lovely draconic female voice, delicate, yet powerful, able to fully express the kind of dragon woman that she is, but something was just off about this, something important. It was nagging in the back of her mind, but what could it be?

This sensation was maddening, what was the thing she was forgetting? It had to be something! She ran her claws along her form they squeaked softly as the tips ran across the front scales, her hands reaching up for her breasts as she cups them feeling their weight, their mass, their soft tender flesh as she gave them a squeeze. The pressure of her fingers and claw tips against her own body felt wonderful. Her eyes close for a moment as she lets out a soft drawn out moan as her mind comes to life with images of worshipers coming to her, touching her body upon her command, upon her desire. The delight of the power and strength her lineage brings to her on a daily basis was wonderful. She was lucky to be who she was.

Yes she was lucky to be herself, to be the dragon she saw in the mirror, a dragon must enjoy oneself from time to time don't they? It's just natural. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder past her wings which spread out once again to reveal their full width as the tips hit the opposing walls of the room. Her soft heart shape rump, covered partially by the tail as she leans forward, hiking her tail to reveal what was hidden below. Her tight sex shown there, the bulge completely gone, but was there a bulge there to begin with? Why would there have been a bulge?

She quirked an eyebrow as she thought for a moment as she moved her hands along her rump, and down over to her sex as she gave a long rub, the sweet sound of her flesh rubbing against itself echoed within the room, ringing into her ears, this sound was natural, this sound was right.

Turning back around she cupped her hand on her crotch, it was smooth, slender, tight, but she had this feeling something was off, missing. She held the area tighter, her fingers pianoing across the area, dancing around as a thought hit her head, she realized, there was male genitalia that was no longer there. Her hands recall the sensation of gripping her masculinity, enjoying herself, releasing some stress after work. These images bursted within her mind, bringing back the thought of a boring human male, she shook her head and thought for a moment.

"Was that right? Was that what I am missing?" she thought as she shook her head again. Impossible she is a female dragon, why would she be missing something as silly as a human cock? That couldn't be it, that is not why she was here.

"What could I be forgetting?" she mutters as she looks at her lovely blue eyes once again as she smiled, "I know it's in there, in my sexy little head... why am I here? I can't just be in front of this mirror admiring myself for no reason... though that is a good reason," she chuckled as she turned around again and there folded off to the side was a green and black pile of rubber.

"Weren't my clothes there before? The ones I took off before I put on the suit... oh! That is it! I was here to try on that sergal suit! How silly of me!" she laughed heartily as she reached down to pick up the sergal suit.

"The silly shopkeeper said this would even fit to my body, and this I had to see," she says with a smirk as the memories return to her. She didn't wear clothes, she was a dragon, dragon's didn't need clothes if they didn't want them. She sat down on the stool which creaked under her weight as took the sergal suit. She peeled back opening and slipped her feet inside. The thick rubber pressed against her rubber scales. Her claws traced along the inside as she felt it squeeze her form. The sergeline legs filling out as she slipped the suit on. Her claws reach down and grab the leggings as she pulls up. She feels the squeeze of the rubber against her scales as the suits thick lining contours to her draconic feet, hiding as much of it as possible to give the look of sergal feet. She wiggles her toes as the sergal toes wiggle.

"Not bad, not bad, but the real test is these babies," she says to herself as she gives her wings a solid flap. Pulling up she slips her arms into the upper torso of the two piece suit, her breasts filling out the sergal breasts nicely as she feels the encompassing and supporting grip of the suit around her bust. The rubber creaks and squeaks as it slides and jumps every so often as it hits a patch of increased resistance, as she puts on the outfit. The back wraps around her own, all the way up to her wings which remain free and clear of the suit itself.

"Now he says simply rub the opening sides like so..." she remarks to herself as she reaches behind her and runs her claw tips along the back albeit with a sense of awkwardness as the suit closes up around her wings, leaving them free. The suit moves freely around her body, as her wings remain unobstructed by the suit itself.

"Got to give it to Toys-4-U to make such high quality advanced suits to somewhat work for us winged users," she remarks as she picks up the sergal hood with its emerald green eyes. She spreads the opening and slips it around her head. The tight squeeze of the sergal mask around her horns which are only partially covered by the thick rubber of the mask. Some of it of the horns disappear into the sergal's ears, as as much of her lovely draconic form is hidden away by the sergal outfit.

She turns and flicks her rubber covered tail, the sergal tail squeaks as the fluffed end hides her sharp pointed tail spade. She smiles in the mirror and gives a soft gurr as she reaches for the nearby light switch and turns it off. The glowing lettering on the cuffs and collar reveal themselves even more in the darkness. The bioluminescent eyes draw her attention to to them. Those lovely glowing green eyes. Her dark figure only illuminated by the cuffs and green stripes and claws have a soft glow to them. Infact anything that was green glowed, hair, tail fluff. It was rather hypnotic.

"It may be stereotypical but I do like shiny things," she chuckles as she flicks the lights on. "Well that's that I'm sold!" she exclaims as she starts to run her fingers along the connection points of the sergal suit. The grip the suit has upon itself after a brief moment loosens and breaks, allowing her to remove the outfit. She takes it and folds it within her claws before stepping out of the fitting room and heads back into the store proper.

Something about the store felt different, but she wasn't sure what. The business suits for anthros and winged dragons... was that new? Naw they were always there as a front part of the store letting more of the fetish suits sit in the back.

"Welcome back Cynder, did you like? You liked it didn't you?" asks the old purple Chinese dragon, his long whiskers hang from his snout as he gives a big white toothy grin as his scaled hands clasp together.

"Yes, yes you were right... this time. If anyone proves me wrong, glad it's another dragon," she says as she places the suit on the counter.

"So does that mean you'll be buying this suit then?" he asks.

"Yes... yes it does. So when will you get more stock like this?" Cynder asks.

"It will be a few more days, I just put in the requisition orders for more Toys-4-U suits."

"Lucky the local ordinances disallow sex shops, because if there was a local Toys-4-U outlet that be bad for you!" chuckles Cynder.

"Good thing I know a few people," he chuckles with a sly smirk, "So will that be cash or credit?" he asks as he boxes up the suit.

"Credit," she responds as the chinese dragon types up a few things as she goes over to the credit pin pad and places her silver bracelet against it. The lights flash and it bings as the payment is processed.

"Okay just sign and we'll be good," he replies as Cynder quickly squibbles a signature that could be barely read as "Cynder Dracken"

"Thank you," says the chinese dragon as he hands her the box.

"The pleasure is all mine," she says as she takes the box and heads out. The dragon smiles and says softly, "Oh no the pleasure's all mine," he chuckles as Cynder leaves, a few minutes later a random human enters the shop. He looks around and sees an old Chinese man at the counter as he says, "Hello can I help you?"