The scene was surreal. A female form swathed in an impossible blackness, floating in the middle of a room lined with machinery, latex scraps and circuitry. The girl appeared still and calm but her ovoid face betrayed not only her focus, but also the thoughts that were running rampant behind.

August twisted about, trying to listen to her partner's emotions. She'd hoped that she could glean some clue that could confirm the occupant of the suit for her. She found her mind off a little too far to the left, worrying that her playful twinge of the word "Plum" was a little too understated, but at the same time mindful that if it was Plum in the suit, she wouldn't have given anything away for Jax unintentionally.



Mmm...

she squirmed inside the latex as her partner warmed it up from the other side. The sensuous rubber felt almost liquid as it molded itself to her skin. Her breath quickened in sync with the other girl as she felt the suit predictably pat across her back and neck in a poor impression of calmness. August had expected the sensation to elicit a cheeky giggle like always, but she instead found her heart hammering against her chest.

As the suit's pressure between her legs grew warm and moist, August shut her eyes and flexed her hips. A faint pressure cradled her hands, as if clenched in a bundle of soft fabric. She parted her lips ever-so-slightly and allowed a hot breath to escape her body. The air tickled her cheeks and dried her mouth as it struggled to squeeze through the suit's porous rubber face.

The girl's chest rose and fell in a state of uncertain excitement and her muscles twitched in anticipation. August opened her eyes at the realization of how warm her body had gotten - a thin layer of sweat had begun mingling with the viscous liquid that melded the suit to her skin. She willed herself to ignore the curious tickling sensation sliding across the inside of her calf and forced herself to focus. The touch of the latex felt... different somehow... novel- no.


Magical... 



...something she'd not felt since her first encounter with a catsu-

A pleasurable rush of vertigo swept across her body as the realization hit her with an audible gasp.








It IS you- OH!


August's jaw closed on her lower lip and her eyes slipped away into the safety of their lids as a sharp pinch found purchase on her nipple. Rocking her hips against the rubber embrace ever so slightly, August bit back a yelp but let out a low, involuntary whimper as the initial shot of pain spread and dissolved across her body, mellowing out into a pleasurable wave that rippled across the inner surface of the latex. She bucked her hips and felt the latex pull tightly between her legs, molding her soft body to its desires.

"Not...


mmm...


not a dream," she managed between breaths, unsure if she was teasing her friend or convincing herself.




<Er... hello?!>

August jumped, her surprise bolstered by a small sense of pride that Yipps had figured it out so quickly. She fought the urge to call back, instead deciding to wait and see if the charade was worth holding up. <I'm not Plum!>

A stupid grin crossed her face, invisible under the suit's featureless head. Aww. Let's turn up the signal, shall we?

She waved her hand in a graceful upward arc.



Eyes gently closed, her fingers slid across the suit in an exploratory dance, caressing herself... caressing her. She felt her mind slip into the fantasy, half convincing herself that they were lying there together in the same-

August stopped, hand on her mouth. You didn't... hear that, did you?









August waved her hand. Her experience meant that she'd expected it, and hence felt it right away - a slow, steady tightening of the latex skin that surrounded them. She rocked her hips against the slow undulations of her skin. Ready to get some payback, she brought a finger to her chest with a smirk and... lingered... She traced her finger in slow, deliberate circles just shy of her nipple.

Hhaaa... her thighs slid together slowly.

Biting her lip, she gently laid her free hand on her thigh. Her breathing shortened as she slid her fingers across her leg and slowly up toward the bump of her hip. Taking care to enjoy the moment herself, August splayed out her fingers as one hand caressed her breast. The other slid across the side of her tummy, deliberately lingering over the equatorial line where top became bottom - a subtle reminder of the nature of the garment that encased them. Her pulse throbbed between her legs, parting them of their own will.

*You know, I thought    you'd    recognize my voice,*

Her confidence was short-lived. Too much? Her cheeks flushed red and her heart leapt in her chest. C'mon. What's the worst that could happen?