Ghosts of the Rainfoest
Deep in the South American rain forests, a three man team tromped forward through dense underbrush. Leading the way was a gray wolf in his mid-twenties, Trey, with a machete in one hand, and a GPS strapped to the other wrist. He had an unkempt look about him, but his lightly muscled build was not unattractive. Struggling at the rear with a sizable hikers pack of gear and supplies on his back, burdened with the smallest load among the trio, a German shepherd. His father was the source of funding for this expedition, and he made it a point to remind everyone of that every few minutes. In charge of the whole endeavor was a fox, Nathan. For the last few years he had been on the cutting edge of research into medicine concerning rubber-thropes, a minority of people of various species who had latex as a major part of their anatomy in some form or another. In Nathan's case, practically the whole of his body was formed of the malleable material. While the red of his fur looked typical of any other fox, his ears, his feet, the last quarter of his tail, as well as his paws right to the elbow, were all slick, shiny black latex, the same went for the rest of his body under the fluffy layer.
Unlike the other two, who were dressed in similar loose fitting shorts, and shirt, along with a cheap, white, plastic parkas, Nathan had brought a lab coat he had modified himself. A waterproofing agent was embedded in the material, and hood had been sewn on to keep the rain out of his eyes.
Vance called out from the back, "Are we almost there yet?" Over the last several hours a whine had accompanied every word the shepherd uttered. While it annoyed the vulpine to no end, he had other, more important things on his mind.
Their destination was just up ahead, a patch of yet to be explored land which had a grove of wild, untapped rubber trees he had spotted from the air. The professor had chosen this spot for its unusually large rubber trees, and the fact that farmers were due burn the area within the next year or two.
It had taken ages to find a guide, thanks to a myth of so-called "white ghosts" which were said to haunt the area. He wrote it off as just a silly superstition, though the locals took it deadly serious. In the end he settled on a knowledgeable Canadian wolf with worldwide survival training.
"Come on, we've been walking for hours. I'm tired, and this bag is getting really heavy," Vance continued to whine when he received no reply to his initial question. The final few hundred feet felt longer than the rest of their trip put together, mostly thanks to the canines constant talking. The oppressive heat and humidity did not help. So, when Trey cut into a suitable clearing to make camp, it could not have been too soon.
The lupine looked back to Nathan, but made sure to speak loud enough that the shepherd would hear, "I'm gonna get things in order round here. Don't wander too far, holler if you need anything, or get into trouble. Oh, and to keep him," he looked Vance in the eye, and pointed at him with the machete, "out of my way." Without so much as a word spoken to the dog, Trey marched back and plucked the load off of the shepherd's shoulders, then got to work setting up a place for them to sleep later.
Once he felt that the wolf was out of earshot, he muttered under his breath for a moment, before turning his attention to Nathan, who had begun to unpack a few essentials. "You can't let him treat me that way. When my father hears about this..."
"Your father," the fox cut him off, and gestured with a paw to close his muzzle, his Australian accent added that much more to the power of his voice, "saddled me with you to get you out of his hair." He looked squarely at Vance, "so, unless you have a doctorate in medical research, or any useful scientific field, I'd suggest that you go have a seat and shut your yap before he," Nathan motioned to the wolf, "ties you to a tree and muzzles you."
For the first time in days, the shepherd was speechless. His jaw hung slightly lax. With a huff, Vance stormed off away from the others.
"Finally, some peace." Nathan gathered his camera, a pad for notes, and a few tools for gathering specimens, then went to work cataloging the area. It was a somewhat slow process, as he had to rule out various previously identified plants, as well as catalog all of the rubber trees in the area. His overall hope was that he might find a species which grew in a symbiotic relationship with the trees. He theorized that it could lead to tremendous breakthroughs in medicine in his field.
"Who does that FOX," Vance said with a sneer, "think he is?" The shepherd came to a stop and sat down upon the exposed roots of a nearly toppled tree. Some time ago it had fallen over during one of the many frequent rain storms, but was caught in a weave of several other trees before it had a chance to hit the ground. Upon its surface, as far up as he could see, grew moss, and all manners of fungus, from tiny shelves, to small mounds that looked similar to sea sponges in all variety of colors.
The humidity was getting to him.
A lot of things were getting to him.
It had rained the entire boat ride up the Amazon, he mostly stayed in the cabin, and it was close quarters the whole way. Overhead, the weather threatened rain any second. This one he wouldn't be able to dodge, especially with the increasing wind. His mind seething with frustration, he pulled out his pocket knife. It was brand-new, fairly expensive multitool, and he had made it a habit to flick it open and closed, and now was no exception. Restless, he hoped back to his feet and paced around its base until he had a good view of the underside. The ship red shepherd looked at the blade and back again at the wood.
Just like that he decided to carve his name into the tree.
Once again flicked his blade open, and then got to work butchering the bark, just above eye level. His initial diagonal cut slipped a bit long, so he made the thick letter just that much bigger to match, and got to work on the rest. By the time he had done his deed, his work stood out in sharp contrast against the background of green mosses. In whole, it was as long as his arm. When the shepherd stepped back to admire his work, he saw that his first gash had a trail of white goo dripping down its length, and falling to the forest floor. Each droplet sent out a tiny thread of the stuff, and the wind blew it onto his exposed shirt and legs.
"So, I guess this is what he's been going on about." It was natural rubber. If not in recognised by it's looks, but by the scent. It was a very raw rubber aroma, and made him squirm on the spot. It was the real reason he was out here at all. As much as Nathan hated to admit it, Vance was the fox's best research assistant, at least he thought so. He gathered some between his finger and thumb, and pressed his pads together tight. The sensation sent warm shivers down his spine. Giddy, and eager to feel more, his frustration and anger melted away as he spread it thin over the rest of his pawpads. When he splayed his digits, dozens of white streamers stretched between each, his short fur completely saturated and spiked. In only seconds he had become completely engrossed. With a swift flick, he flipped his knife closed once again, and pocketed it.
Liquid rubber flowed freely from the tree's wounds. The shepherd cupped his paws and gathered a small white pool within, then drew it to his muzzle and gave it a long, slow smelling. He had always secretly loved the aroma, and this stuff was particularly intoxicating. After a moment he relaxed his hands, and let the liquid drain through his fingers, then went back for more. His giddiness grew and was soon joined by a feeling of lightheadedness. Colors of the forest around him became suddenly more vibrant, and the pure white began to glow before his eyes.
More eager than ever, the dog surrounded the end of his muzzle with both paws and inhaled deeply, then moaned. With a look of joy upon his face he looked at the rubber that coated his digits, and watched it drip down and soak entirely into fur. Compelled for more, he threw his paws into a constant stream of liquid, and followed it to the ground as he sank to his knees. From this height the thick sap fell solidly upon his pads, and dripped down his wrists. A brief gust of wind splattered his face with a thick line that trailed from his ear tip and down across his muzzle.
As though taking an offering, he stretched up to catch the stream, and watched in bewildered joy as his black and brown fur disappeared under an immaculate, smooth white layer. While some of it dripped off his elbows and splattered upon his clothing, more of it dribbled down over his biceps. Any chance that he might have felt concerned about any of this was gone as ever more of the trees potent lifeblood soaked directly into his skin.
Thin slices opened up all over his shirt as it began to fall into pieces. Every bit of cloth the rubber touched melted, and his shorts were disappearing rapidly under the constant trickle. A louder moan than ever escaped his muzzle as the cold liquid made contact with his long since hard canine shaft, its spaded tip erupted through the weakened material with a dull rip. Vance's expression told as his entire body drooped into a long moan.
` Inspiration struck once again, as he dropped his arms into his lap and wrapped both paws around his member, one squished around the tip and shaft coating it entirely with thick, cool rubber; the other clasped most of the way around his heavy knot. He held his arms in place, and thrust through his fingers rapidly.
The pleasure stopped a moan dead in his throat.
Vance hunched forward and spread his legs. His humping grew ever more frantic, and his grip tightened. He was going to cum. There was no uncertainty to it. The dull spatter of rubber against the back of his head did not even register as intense waves of orgasm rushed through the whole of his body. Jets of seed burst from his tip, and shot heavily directly into his pawpads over and over more times that he could count, oozing out through his slicked digits, indistinguishable from the rest of the white mess around him.
Slowly the shepherd finally sank to the ground and rolled onto his back, while more rubber splattered audibly onto his chest. He laid there panting and moaning softly, "holy hell..." The shepherd's shaft was harder than ever, and coated tip to sheath in white. It rested, still twitching, upon his stomach, in a large gathered pool which had spread across the entirety of his torso. After a few moments a new strange sensation made itself known.
As though it had a will of its own, the rubber began to descend into his shaft. It pushed back the last remaining thin bursts of cum, and surged through his prostate. By reflex the tiny muscle contracted hard, trying to expel the invasive stuff, but this only led to another crashing wave of ecstasy.
More rubber crept up the back of his head, and spread from his chest to his neck, consuming fur everywhere it touched. A cool sensation accompanied its presence, and brought with it a much-needed relief from the heat and humidity of the rain forest.
Though stars filled his vision, Vance managed to regain some of his composure, and gathered the presence of mind to look at his paws. The white flow defied gravity, and inched up past his wrists, the rest of his arms already encased. A giggle jumped from his throat as it crept up over his pawpads, and around his digits, right to the tips of his claws. Yet more flowed over his ears, and encroached upon his face. The whitewash did not enter his vision until it covered along his jaw line, and over the bridge of his muzzle. Finally, his black nose vanished underneath.
Exhausted, he let his head fall onto to the soft soil, panting hard. He felt a tightness and churning within his testes, as though he had been pent-up for weeks. A cursory grope to them conveyed that they had become not only more sensitive, but were somewhat larger as well, enough to fill his palm.
The rubber did not stop at his lips, rather while it coated the roof of his mouth and tongue, it crept over his teeth and inched to the back of his throat, and beyond. His soft moaning was muted as even his vocal cords were engulfed.
Nearly an hour had passed by the time the process was complete, Vance covered through and through, ears to tail, entirely in white latex.
'That was amazing,' he tried to say, though no words escaped his mouth. No concern or worry entered his mindand the fact that farmers from such a trivial matter. Gone was his earlier irritation, with it went all his concerns and worries, replaced with a feeling of elation and a sense of well-being.
The shepherd sat up and looked over himself, awestruck and delighted over the turn of events. He felt notably heavier as he climbed to his feet. Nearly all of the latex on the ground came up with him, and more than doubled his mass, though did little to restrict his movements. All his features had been obscured with a thick layer, even his eyes hidden behind a porcelain-white mask.
The world around him slowly came back into focus. From nearby, the sound of a tree limb snapping caught his attention. It was Trey, the wolf that guided them to this wonderful place. With excitement building in his chest, the shepherd threw himself forward. After the first steps he switched to a quadrupedal stance, catching the ground with his forepaws, each encased in thick mitt. All the while his tail was wagging furiously. As the shirtless lupine came into view, Vance slowed his pace for only a moment, then threw on a burst of speed into a quick dash.
Trey had made good use of his time. For all his hard work, he had MacGyvered a semipermanent structure for three which was made from numerous branches, with a sleeping platform raised off the ground, as well as a waterproofed tarp for the top and bottom.
With all the grace of a jungle cat, the shepherd proceeded, unnoticed until the very last moment. A flash of white in his peripheral vision caught Trey's attention. He had only enough time to let out a startled gasp, and throw up an arm in self-defense, before the weight slammed into him. On their way to the ground, one arm sank partially into the latex. When they hit, Trey was flat on his back, with Vance on top of him. The mass of white kept its inertia, and flowed down. In all but an instant, he was covered and pinned from the neck down.
He attempted to yell, but the coated canine put a stop to it immediately by opening his jaws, their size exaggerated by all of the added rubber, and engulfing wolfs muzzle, nose to chin. In only seconds it flowed down over his face, and filled his mouth. More flowed straight into his nose, and down his throat. Trey convulsed for a moment, caught between a sneeze and a gag, then went suddenly limp as a powerful euphoria swept through his body. All at once the fear and concern left his mind, replaced with an overwhelming feeling of joy and peace. The strange rubber made quick work of his clothing and fur, and brought with it a wave of refreshing cold.
Their muzzles met inside the mass in an intense, passionate kiss, as the latex flowed in under Trey, soon both their bodies glued to one another. Their limbs entwined even more than their tongue's in a tight hug, paws fondling, hips writhing. Caught in the middle of it all, their sheaths, long since full, stretched tight around their throbbing, hard, thickly-coated knots. The overwhelming sensations set the wolf off in moments. Blissful waves of orgasm crashed through the lupine's body, and seed leapt from his shaft, with another jet pushed free every few moments. Then, as soon as the pressure let up, the slick rubber surged down his urethra,into his testes until his already ample sac was stretched slightly. The chill from the rubber was magnified tenfold, and sent him over the edge once again. His hypersensitive prostate clamped down in vain around the latex repeatedly for the better part of a minute as he clutched the shepherd tightly.
Slowly, Vance sat up and slipped to one side, leaning over the wolf. Even through the layer of rubber, their eyes met. The latex split between them evenly; there was still more than enough to smootstill h over all of their identifiable features, save for the clear fact that they were both canines. The shepherd stood, and offered a helpful paw to his white near-twin. Both on their feet, the two exchanged glances, and in that moment a familiar voice caught their attention.
Nathan was nearby.
He was talking out loud to himself as he catalogued the various species around the site, completely engrossed in his work. As he had explained to the others on the long trip here, entire species could live out their life cycle in only a few square meters, and there were reports practically every week of some new wonder-drug derived from plants found in remote environments such as this.
So engrossed in his work, the fox did not notice the others' approach. He was on his knees, and scribbling information on the screen of a small waterproof tablet. He had already brushed several raindrops from it, but still more clung to his labcoat, solid latex paws and tail, with wetter weather on its way.
"If this keeps up I'm gonna run out of light soon," he spoke to no one in particular. A few heavy droplets pattered against his cupped ears, which he knocked off with a quick flit.
Several paces behind him, Trey had shifted into a throwing stance. With the quick wip of his arm, he lobbed a hefty white ball at the fox. It came down at an angle, and splattered against his shoulder, sticking instantly to his labcoat, liquefying where it touched in moments. The impact pitched him forward, and pulled a yelp from his muzzle, but just startled him more than anything. He did a quick double take as he sat up straight, first at it, then to the sky, and back again, momentarily baffled. Then the intense aroma of raw latex filled his nostrils, and sent his head spinning.
Once over the initial shock, his scientific curiosity asserted itself. A sense of wonder overtook him as he watched the goopy stuff slowly drip down the arm of his labcoat. He set his tablet on the ground, poked a single digit into the mass gently, then pulled away again. A long streamer stretched back to the melted ball, and he marveled at just how tacky it was. The fox brought it closer to his face and rolled his thumb over the white smeared finger. All the while, a warm tingle slowly crept up on him.
As the blob met itself under his armpit, his labcoat lost cohesion, and the entire sleeve began to fall off. Dozens of thin threads stretched through the void, and settled into his fur.
"That... Can't be good," he frowned. Concern crept in as he noticed that it had long sinse consumed all of the fur on his shoulder, and continued to spread. He cupped a paw onto his collarbone and tried to scrape it away, but he found that the thick stuff flowed unnaturally through his fingers, and only smeared. With a sharp flick of his wrist he managed to throw half the blob to the ground, though a thick, stretched cord remained connected. The vulpine's eyes went wide as more of the cold rubber began to spread up his arm, despite his best efforts. In a bid for freedom, he climbed to his feet and threw off his labcoat, much of the garment already ruined.
The warm, creeping tingle had been stoked to a blaze deep in the pit of his stomach, and he found it increasingly difficult to ignore the pleasurable tingling and creeping euphoria. It made him lightheaded. For standing too quickly he stumbled a moment, tripped backwards, and fell into the arms of Trey with a dull, wet plop. The wolf's embrace was cool and soothing, and he absentmindedly sank into it for a few moments, upper back coated and sunk in, to try to catch his wits.
"Oh, thank you." Nathan drew a long breath, and let it out as a delicate, suppressed moan. The intense scent had saturated the air further, and he became aware of just how good this all felt.
His concern wavered.
Then, as the light latex consumed his fur and spread flush across the whole of his back, Trey's paws settled on his hips. He relaxed further. 'This isn't so bad," the thought crossed his mind, 'Perhaps I can document the stuff firsthand.' A little giddy smile spread across his muzzle, his thoughts muddled. Slowly, he shifted his weight forward onto the balls of his feet and looked over his shoulder at the whitewashed wolf, and to the shepherd, not recognizing either of them.
Vance walked around the lupine's side and traced a paw down Trey's arm, and as he circled to face the fox, he let a single digit traced along the hem of his shorts, then up over Nathan's furred stomach and chest.
"What arrre you..." He slurred slightly, , but was cut off gently as the shepherd's finger lifted his chin, and gestured to close his muzzle with the other paw, the very same motion the Professor had silenced him with earlier.
A frowned crossed his expression as he did his best to think.
"Vance?" He looked the dog squarely, slightly unnerved by the fact that even his eyes were hidden.
Vance nodded.
"And...?" He looked up over his shoulder to the wolf behind him and received another nod.
"But, how...?" The question hung in the air for a moment before Vance's finger settled on his lips, cold latex smeared over tender flesh. Nathan's jaw relaxed, and he drew a long, shuddering breath through his nose. The shepherd added a gentle pressure to his touch, until it slipped just barely into the foxes maw, the tip settled on his bottom incisors.
Half by reflex, the vulpine's tongue moved to greet its guest and, as soon as the two made contact, the taste it him like an electric shock with its intensity. The dexterous muscle pulled away for a moment, but then could not help but lick forward again, more of its textured surface pressed flat to the liquid latex. His palate was nearly overwhelmed in moments by the potent, rubbery, almost primordial flavor. It was unlike anything he had encountered before, the only thing that came close were some extracts in his lab, though none were as pure and raw as this.
Trey began to massage either side of the fox's hips, half fondling his ass. A strong grip, coupled with the subtle eddies and flows in the light rubber pulled at his skin like formless suction cups, and soon had Nathan weak in the knees, his defences down completely. With an expressionc on his face that looked as though he had just sampled a rich, delicious chocolate truffle, the fox allowed his body to sag, and settled deeper into the ministrations of the white pair.
Delicately, Vance probed a finger forward, putting gentle pressure on Nathan's tongue, who responded in kind with an adventurous lick. As his mouth closed around the digit, the surface of his maw was painted white to match the ever expanding pristine mess. The fox could not suppress another gentle moan as he mouthed over the smooth, rounded tip.
Glorious pleasure washed through his body. He felt Trey's paws slip slowly from his hips, up over his sensitive sides. This made him sink to his knees.
Vance hooked a finger behind the vulpine's teeth, and pulled Nathan toward himself. In a teasing, deliberate manner he finally pulled it free of the fox's suckling, much to his momentary disappointment.
In a haze, Nathan's eyes fluttered open to peer at the world around him. The two white figures stood over him, their smooth, glossed over features imposing and statuesque, yet beautiful.
A distinct musky odor caught the fox's nose, and he only had to pitch his head forward in order to see its source. Scarcely a finger's breadth from his nose, the shepherd's package practically filled his view. It was as glazed over as the rest of his body. The tip, poked free of his sheath, was slightly exaggerated in size, and the thick coat of latex served to somehow enhance the musk that emanated from it.
With a wag of his tail, Vance hooked a thumb behind his sheath and angled it down, until the tip of his shaft settled against the bridge of the fox's nose. Slowly and deliberately Trey painted a circle that swept back and forth over his nostrils, until every black surface had been covered by a thin, aromatic layer. In moments it was the only thing Nathan could smell, all the other strong aromas of the rain forest masked entirely. With each pass the vulpine found himself increasingly entranced, he simply could not tear his eyes away from the object before him. He dared not move, dared not speak. In a shuddering gasp, he drew up a lung full of their through his nose, every last whiff saturated through and through. It made his head spin, and his jaw droop wide.
A light trickle of heavily scented, fluidic latex sprang from the tip, and turned into a steady white torrent after only a moment. Trey angled the flow to spatter up along Nathan's muzzle, and hit him square between the eyes. In moments Nathan felt his fur melted away. It was replaced by a soothing chill everywhere it touched, and sent a small shiver down his spine. Some crept up over his forehead, though most of it poured over either side of his lithe muzzle. It dripped off his chin, and ran down his neck in a little rivulets. An ever-growing, ever spreading mask of fluidic, musky scented latex.
The suddenness of the shepherd's marking prompted the fox to raise his white-coated paws in a fleeting gesture of protest but, when the aroma hit him full force, he could only bring his pads to sink against Vance's thighs. An effort to keep himself from falling over. Warm tingling spread from his nose, and echoed throughout his body in blissful little jolts.
Nathan knew there was -something- not quite right about this situation, though he could not bring himself to care.
It all felt too incredible.
Flow stronger than ever, the dog angled his sheath down. For a moment it caught on Nathan's nose, but soon slicked its way past and came to rest between his teeth. The roof of the fox's mouth was given a thick, fresh coat, and the rest of his maw soon followed. Its flavor matched its scent, a potent musk with powerful overtones of raw rubber. Practically by reflex, he swallowed a mouthful. The slightly cool fluid felt distinct running down his throat, almost akin to a minty chill, and gathered into a cold ball in his belly. Soon his whole core was atingle as the sensation spread inside him. Slowly but steadily, it coated every last interior surface it could reach, and bound with them, the white rubber leaching into his solid form.
That which he did not swallow poured from either side of his maw as the white layer covered the whole of his chest and stomach. Yet more was painted on when Trey placed his paws on Nathan's shoulders and began to massage them. The wolf worked in small circles down his back and around his sides. Soon his entire torso was covered.
Vance caressed over the vulpine's ears, and settled his paws upon Nathan's head. A gentle, but insistent pressure eased the fox forward until his lips encircled the white before them, and the tip settled atop his tongue. He didn't try to resist, he honestly didn't want to. Every few moments he drank another gulp, too many to count, until the flow eased to a stop. With every swallow the fox's tongue swept across its source, and Vance's shaft swelled rapidly to almost completely fill his mouth, right to the back of his throat. The partly hard knot came to rest nearly flush with Nathan's nose.
In a subconscious response to the moment, Nathan's tail began a slow journey upward, curling back and forth as it flagged gradually in his excitement. This trend did not escape Trey's attention. His firm touch dropped past the small of Nathan's back, and settled upon his butt, fondling it.
Silently, the wolf dipped low behind the fox, and slipped his head under the red brush. Trey's first lick at his tailhole made Nathan jolt, temporarily startled, but as the lupine continued lapping, he relaxed, and even enjoyed it eagerly. Every pass of the white muscle brought with it another dose of latex, and another jolt of pleasure. The longer he went, the deeper he penetrated. All the while, more rubber poured into him. His stark, black latex was inundated with countless miniscule threads, like a tiny root system.
His claws sunk harmlessly into the shepherd's thighs from the pleasure as he rumbled as best he could; the shaft buried in his maw muffled the sound. Vance placed his paws on either side of Nathan's head, his thumb tucked just inside the cups of the fox's ears, and held him still. Ever so subtly, he drew his hips back until all but the tip was exposed. Then, gruelingly slowly, thrust inside once again. The shepherd repeated the move, his pace steady. Between his pads, Vance massaged the tender ear flesh, and every caress brought with it more latex. It soon engulfed them completely with a soothing layer which stood in sharp contrast to his intense, lust fueled heat.
Nathan's toes curled, and the licking behind him intensified. The wolf planted his paws on either cheek, and pulled them either side as he continued his slick assault, delving as far as his tongue could reach, then deeper as the liquid latex flowed forth, filling the cavity completely. The attention stopped much sooner than the fox would have liked. For a few moments the vulpine squirmed in place, but froze when he felt the grasp on either side of his rear tighten and a new pressure mounted against his ring.
It was the front face of Trey's shaft.
Tenderly, the wolf rocked forward. The liquid surface of his frictionless shaft stretched Nathan open with ease. He took his time, and penetrated deeper. The throbbing member, along with quite a bit of latex, soon filled his passage completely. Trey's knot, still somewhat soft, met his hole, and pressed against it firmly. It stretched him wider, only to pull away before it could pop inside, over and over again, the pleasure made Nathan's toes curl.
So too did the shepherd as his knot squeezed harmlessly past the fox's teeth, jaws stretched wide to accommodate, until the tip of his shaft settled deeper into Nathan's throat. Unlike the wolf, Vance's rhythm picked up in speed rapidly. His grip upon the vulpine's entirely coated head tightened, and he began humping in earnest, momentary lost to bliss.
Trey's knot, almost completely swollen, eased forward one last time. Then, with a solid thrust, it was inside. His tempo remained nearly steady. Every motion was slow, but powerful, and rocked the vulpine's bodily. His hips ground in a circle, and swept over Nathan's sensitive spots again and again, each time more firmly than the last. All the while, his shaft filled out completely, and tied him most assuredly to the fox.
With a mind of its own, one of Nathan's paws wandered between his legs. Though surprised at first, he indulged in the sensation of his slick fingers' rise up his inner thigh, to his sheath and beyond. Yet to be coated, the cool sensation around his firming knot jolted him for a moment, but only served to rouse him all the more. His hips quivered as he squeezed his paw forward and covered the rest of his length, right to the tip. With his hand held steady, Trey's strong pounding was enough to drive his hips forward repeatedly. Latex bunched up near the tip momentarily, then began to flow inside, through into his ballsac, making him feel pent-up immediately. Nathan's paw began to flutter about his member; he was eager, almost desperate, for release.
Trey gave one final, solid thrust, and clung to the fox tightly, his entire body shuddering. Fluids welled up then, in one powerful, constant stream, were released as a deluge directly into Nathan's core. The wolf's knot served its intended purpose flawlessly, and made sure that every last drop was pushed deeper and deeper. Only a moment later Vance followed suit. Thick, musky latex pumped straight down Nathan's throat. The volume from either end made him feel almost bloated. His gut distended visibly, jiggling slightly as it bounced against his hand.
Unable to hold back any longer, the fox soon joined them in blissful climax. With his paw nearly in a death grip around the base of his shaft, he came. Waves of dizzying ecstasy blasted through his form, and made him see stars.
It took some time before Nathan was completely aware of the world around him; it was after nightfall. He lied in somewhat of a heap with the other two. The fox surmised that the three of them had worked themselves to exhaustion, though he did not feel sore or tired, in fact he felt energized, though he felt an odd tingling sensation throughout his body. Vance and Trey looked to be fast asleep, their breath shallow and steady. With care, he climbed to his feet and stretched as he stepped away to his backpack. From it he retrieved a lantern, and flicked it on; it's LEDs cast bright light around the area.
His mind filled with curiosity. He began to examine himself. Rather than the same stark white as Trey and Vance, the surface of his skin had become marbled. Mostly it was white, though even then he could make out swirls of black. It seemed that the invasive stuff had depurified and mixed irrevocably with his flesh through and through. The top layer, though malleable and slipped to touch, had set somewhat His tablet worked as a fair mirror, and he examined his face. All his features had been smoothed over. While he definitely looked vulpish, the stark white seemed surreal, made all the more so by eddies of black. With a bit of focus and effort, the fox reformed all the fur that had been consumed, and was pleased to see that it stayed right where was, though it too had been affected. Streamers of lighter colored hair matched, more or less, with the most corrupted patches.
Even so, he felt great. It appeared that all his senses were mostly unaffected. Once again he could smell the jungle around him, and heard the crickets and nightlife around him. The cacophony was in all directions, save one.
With his lantern raised above his head, he peered into the foliage, and spotted a stark white figure. For an instant he thought it might be his companions though, as the person stepped into view, that idea was dashed. From the shape of their muzzle and tail, and the fact that this newcomer was a full head shorter than himself, he guessed them to likely be a possum, nude, and clearly male. The marsupial approached with his arms outstretched, pads up, as a sign of peaceful intentions. Nathan was slightly wary, though he was more inquisitive than anything, and remained slightly giddy. Perhaps they could shed light on what had just happened.
The fox set his lantern on the ground, and returned the gesture; it just felt like the right thing to do. When they drew close, he was about to ask a question, but as soon as he opened his muzzle to speak, they embraced in a firm, pleasant hug.
After a moment, childhood experiences crept into his thoughts, in all but a few seconds. Oddly enough, they were not his own. As they separated, he soon figured out that he was getting an impression of this person's past, the memories somehow transferred through their contact.
He'd been here since he was a child. Some years ago he had gotten lost in the forest. At one point his leg was cut, but a quick application of the latex sap took care of it, and so much more. Then, as though attempting to recall a dream, it rapidly became difficult for him to dredge up the thoughts.
"Remarkable."
As Nathan spoke, the possum was suddenly very surprised, both his paws clamped around his muzzle. After a moment the newcomer motioned to his throat and then open mouth. He moved as though he were speaking, then gestured that he could not utter a sound.
"Curious. You can't talk?" The native did not seem to understand the words he spoke though, nonetheless, the reaction it drew looked absolutely thrilled. They moved to embrace him once again in a hug, and as before memories seemed to surface on their own, almost as though an epiphany. It was difficult to process. Rather than the personal timeline of an individual, this seemed more vague, somehow more widespread, like an out of body dream. It was the story of his community, the protectors of this land. For generations they had remained elusive, and kept it wide swaths safe, but modern developments were making their task harder and harder. They could no longer intimidate the stalwart loggers and farmers. Controlled burns of the forest were making things exceedingly dangerous. The two of them met eye to eye, and Nathan knew what he must do though it would take some planning to accomplish. He would become their ambassador, and one way or another, the professor knew that he would save the rainforest.