*Special Occasion.*

*Special Occasion.*

*Special Occasion.*

The monotonous 'Adventure Time'-themed alert sounded off for at least ten whole minutes before August rose from her slumber. As consciousness returned, she jerked up quickly, pulling a long tendril of drool from her keyboard across her desk. A uniform pressure around her body and a pleasant, tingly afterglow between the legs quickly brought her up to speed on the events of the past few hours. A good twenty to thirty DeviantArt tabs remained open, just in case she couldn't yet connect the dots on her own.

She wiggled her unplugged mouse uselessly for a bit again before tapping her track pad a few times, silencing the alarm. Glancing through the open tabs, she marveled at how quickly word had spread - barely a week and Rubbermatt had already begun rendering his impression of Plum's story (Thanks!). Focusing on the task at hand, however, she looked down at herself and tugged at her rubbery skin, trying to remember what genre of her fetish she'd explored this time.

"...well... if it's not alive..."

She pulled at the collar uselessly while grumbling something indistinct about clichés and stereotypes, but really, she'd already made up her mind. She strode nonchalantly to the center of her room in the basement. Pushing a few buttons on a nearby panel without so much as a glance, she rubbed her neck and relished a pleasant blast of warm air from below.

Letting out a yawn loud and proud, August stretched in place as mechanical limbs armed with lasers gently recycled the suit that lined her skin in a familiar, surrealist dance.

"...kinda like swans," she added dreamily, resisting the urge to pat a passing arm as it struggled to keep up with her movements. As it did so, it cleaned her body of dead cells, dirt and unwanted hair - it was a tough market for impossible, plot-enabling machines, and it wasn't about to let itself be replaced without a fight.

August pulled her sweater over head, her legs shivering against the cold air that had settled in the room. Turning around, she jabbed at another panel in quick, successive 'boops', flooding the room with more hot air.

"Special Occasion," she mocked, mimicking the machine's computer-generated voice.

August scrolled through a poorly (self-)designed UI and pulled up the "special occasion", noting with a twinge of disappointment that the zipper had just been closed.

"...hm," she pouted. "Didn't expect you to be so eager so soon..."

She stared at the lines on the screen and inferred a mental image of Plum in YppleJax's room checking herself out in a flat surface she could only assume to be a mirror. Either that or it's a wall, and Plum's got some weird habits. She shrugged - either way Jaxy must not be home... pity.

"But we make do with what we have, don't we?" she announced to no one in particular.

August strode back to the center of her room, tossing her sweater carelessly off to the side. She booped a few more beeps and the ring above her came to life, descending from above slowly and steadily. She grabbed a thin metal collar off of the floor and clicked it into place around her neck just as the film approached her head and reformed around her collar.

Then she closed her eyes - there was always something magical about the process... some amazing feeling that never faded or got old no matter how many times she'd participated in this strange ritual. Her heartbeat quickened as the rubber squeaked tight around her shoulders and lifted her breasts. Her hips twisted and bucked instinctively against its tight, latex constraints. She flexed her fingers, relishing the feeling of the magical material as it settled over her skin.

Now fully alert, properly dressed, and ready to play, August pushed a small button on her collar, linking her suit to Plum's - anything August made herself feel, Plum (or whoever was wearing the suit) would feel too. Of course, it worked both ways, but in most cases the other party was rarely capable of really using that, much to August's chagrin.

The machine finished up its work and August jumped as the connection brought with it a sudden swath of something against her skin.

"Woah. Wait up, tiger, I'm getting there!"

August strode over to the computer ready to key in a familiar code, but ended up staring at it perplexed... something didn't add up. She hit a few keys pseudo-randomly, hoping to make sense of the inconsistency.

"Huh. I already locked the suit?"

She shrugged. Continuity wasn't exactly her forté. She was more concerned with coming up with an experience that could rival the mansion's. She wasn't about to be outdone by some enigmatic dungeon mistress (Psh, with an imagination like that... bet she isn't even a fictional)... It was probably better this way than if it was Plum who'd found the suit, anyway. Who knew how a real person would react to being encased in the literary and literally impossible.

She stepped into the middle of the room and into the pillar of hot air, which had now become quite strong. She closed her eyes and let the air carry her, lifting her body weightlessly. Latex sprouted out of the suit's collar and engulfed August's head, plunging her world into silence.

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"Heh, baby powder? ...cute."

August waved her hands in a language only she understood and instructed the other suit to start secreting some real lubrication. Her free hand wrapped around her neck to feel her partner's quickening heartbeat.

"*giggle* getting excited, are we?"

August slid her thighs together slowly and unconsciously as her own suit began to grow slippery and shiny around her. Her heart fluttered at the other girl's reaction, almost as if...

...she took a moment to consider the odds.

...maybe... August let her hands roam, gently caressing her featureless head in a calculated attempt to draw attention to the back of her neck. She cleared her mind and focused her thoughts with a psychic kiss on the cheek.