Ketsueki gets ready for a 'weekend' of bitchsuit fun

Change keeps things fresh.  Different attire can help with different experiences.  Especially desired experiences.  Even better still somewhere trusted, such as the 'vacation resort' where they 'worked'.  Where they could rely on 'Professor' Mahogany, a fully sapient AI lifeform, a perfect spotter for Safe Actions and Safewords.  Otherwise the kinky fox would need many other safety nets.  Things like timed deadman switches and duress phrases with key contacts.

Ketsueki looks over the gear one more time with a grin and shiver as they take off the battery back and control 'collar'.  "So, the idea is that I put the suit on, some robotic arms finish the job, and then with the VR there's perfect anonymity between me and any who play with me?"  Gray vulpine fur slowly exposed as their arms strain to reach behind and release the high-tech back entry suit zipper.  At a glance, the new suit seemed to have a similar zipper mechanism to the one they wore.   Ends of the suit reach across their spine to intermesh.  Left side beneath the right, a vertical, sandwich bag like, press zipper at the edge of each side that connects back to the overlapped latex.  Between the press seals, a flexible flat latex toothed zipper holds the two sides together and also protectively stiffens the spinal area.  All of that, slowly undone as they flex, arch, and arm strain.  Then a substantial effort to pull the current suit off of their arms, legs, and tail.  Just have the suit roll inside out again, release their whole body.  All the way to nude -wait- the hood too.  An uttered "Derp" and a giggle, then the hood is peeled back over and off.

Now fully exposed, a quick groom break seems necessary.  Brush down body fur and fluff the tail.  Some occasional shivers, coos with tongue lulled out, but mostly meditative brush strokes all over.  A good scritch here or there where things didn't quite feel right.  A long stretch and wiggle, undulations rippling from tail base to tip, then backwards as they tense and fluff and stand back up.  "Sorry Prof, It seemed like a good idea to reset my baseline for sensations after being inside my usual costume for so long."  There wasn't an audible response, but they knew the AI was 'listening'.

Tellingly, the setting was one of the standard large hotel rooms with some additions.  Adult anthro sized pet beds weren't that unusual, not even one with bondage points.  A 'treadmill' of sorts in the far end.  For the moment the fox enjoyed that the new costume was on the large three meter by three meter bed.  They tried to lay the suit and accessories out in an arrangement that made sense.  Ready to quickly slip inside with items they'd need first closer to it.

Getting inside the new suit was easiest as nearly the reverse of the one they'd just taken off.  Open the back zipper, push each leg, the tail, and the arms inside, through and out a little past the rear entry zipper.  Sit slightly little back from the bed's edge.  Bring the suit in just under their legs, folded 'forward' near the belly button level with the top bunched up to make it easiest to insert their lower half.  First was their tail, right arm wriggled in through the suit inside out tail sleeve.  Past the tight base up into the tail-bag.  Their legs move much of the loose latex over their right arm.  Their left arm starts the tip of their tail against the tip of the inside out tail-bag, a little press in with fingers spread wide.  A small breath.  Left hand-paw loosely feeds the inverted tail-bag as their right gently grasps and tugs back out, roughly halfway back through the suit until the tail-bag tip just barely sticks outside through the previously inwardly flipped tail sleeve's hole.  A little breath as their right hand-paw a gently carefully grabbed with their right hand-paw, their left hand-paw loosely feeding the inverted tail-bag roughly halfway back through the suit until the tip just barely sticks outside.  Both hands now move to the hole the tail-bag tip tries to escape.  Fingers curl inside the cavity formed by the inverted tail-bag and the correct side 'out' bagged tail to tug the suit's tail base wide.  A combination of their tail's thrust forward and thumbs help move the latex sleeved limb further into the bag and further the correct way out of the suit.  It felt like it took forever.  Finally though, they were able to tug their tailbase with a slight spine shiver at the assertive sensation.  It all popped out, rear-entry zipper awkwardly pressed to their ass.  Fluff bagged tail over the edge of the bed.  Legs were obviously next.  For each leg, their left arm roughly thrust into the inside-out leg to press the end up to their toes, while their right carefully brushed the fur flat, rolled it over a little, and repeated, the left arm soon tugged back to join it and speed up the process.  Like a reverse brush from their digitigrade paw pads, over the short 'foot' like lower leg segment, and the backward leg joint like a flattened ankle, then up over their leg and mostly on.  Though the finishing touches for both had to come at the same time as they wriggled into the lower crotch of the suit.

Excitement already began to grow as the latex snugged their legs and hips.  Accordion like condom segments between their rump cheeks and against their cunny quickly lined up.  As well as the always lovely sensation of their balls and then sheath pressed out into slightly snug accommodations.  The base suit included their preferred sheath style; sheath and condom combined.  Latex up over the sheath, down inside to the root of their cock, and then over the cock, so everything is always snugged.  Scifi, Ultra Tech, Spacer Tech, the vulpine greatly appreciated latex that could slowly shift around into a perfect fit and stay in place.  Any voyeur might marvel at the anticlimactic practiced speed the suit embraced their arms similarly to legs.  Custom fit gloves at the arm ends really helped.  Slimmed arms also gave a quick brush along their torso through the still open back slit.  Then an often practiced rear-entry zip upwards to align everything as the other hand presses the sandwich bag like seals closed.  All the way up to their neck.

A hard huff escaped their maw while Ketsueki tried to ignore what they were about to do.  Quickly, before it was too late, the flexible belt and toys.  Already assembled with a reasonably sized canine dildo for their rump and a short mini-pony for their cunny, and a strengthened hole for their sheath and balls to slip through that helped clearly identify which way the toys and straps went.  High tech suits were also mostly self-lubricating, but that happened more after the first time anything went inside, so they lined up both invaders at the same time and wiggled the canine head at the divot for the rear, and the edge of the flare against the lower edge of their femsex.  Even reduced to a reasonable scale it was still fairly thick, and the flare was a bit of a big ask given why they were in a rush.  Relax as much as possible exhale, and with both hands pull gently.  Wiggle hips a little.  A soft yip followed by a low moan as the latex creaked, their holes spread and the toys sank, not quite all the way in but close to it.  The suit's less often seen built condom like linings separate as the back and forth curves cleanly split open, a very slight layer of lubrication internally and externally.  Enough to help the toys and the linings both slide inside and stretch the flesh smoothly around.  A second deep exhale and an unceremonious grunt as they tugged hard to wiggle that knot into their sphincter and seat the stiffer base of each toy that met the belt against their body.  Nearly there, both hands brushed up, to slide their sheath through the male-bits hole, and then carefully one testicle after the other through the tightness.  Fore straps up over the hips to buckle with the similar rear straps slightly back behind their hips.  As an accessory item they were allowed to stick out, and very easy for anyone with hands to use.  Just like on higher end backpacks, lower-torso packs, and even things sleep-deprived parents were expected to interact with frequently.  A third breath, trying to stay relaxed, trying to not think about things.  A lengthened micro portal 'pipe' piece, powered over the portal too, carefully slid just inside a hole at the end of the canine tip of the 'almost a condom that has a hole right at the tip' as the head of their member grew to the end of their sheath.  Just in time.  A quick 'fap' of their sheath and careful press to wiggle the excess latex down inside to help the inner side find it's fit faster, and then the final leg of the race.  It looked almost unassuming, a simple ring that with a stiff Y of thicker latex two rounded bulges, and one very clearly sheath shaped bulge.  Once again their sheath and tip of cock went first, followed by each testicle now with its own little prison in a second layer of latex.  A slight twist and press against the chastity belt.  With a soft and then more audible click as it 'locks' into place.  So easy to take off, if only someone has fingers.  They still had fingers; and a cock that was already straining at its new chastity sheath.  The pressure fed the portal pipe a little further inside and left the tip slightly more sensitive for the stiff addition just within their urethra.  Already, the linings on all three of their more interesting crotch bits were going to work, as they reached for the hood, and felt the brush of a similar but wider portal built in against the chastity strap.  They were really thankful, even with the earlier yip, for the slightly larger micro-portal included with the anal sleeve.

Heated huffed breaths already slid from their maw and nose as Ketsueki made sure the rest of the gear they were expected to get on was within reach.  A little whine as they realized they _could_ get the lower bits the rest of the way on themselves.  However, the hood just had to come first.  Already ready to receive their canine maw and quick to press the nose all the way to the holes, then fingers around the edge to press the mouth guard like dulled teeth over their own.  This model didn't even coat their throat or tongue, and didn't let their maw open 'all' the way, only enough to accept what would fit through their throat with a bit of wiggle room at their canine teeth.  Technically a muzzle, but so loose that it might not count.  A little loose at the cheeks and with their eyes exposed by two round rings that could remain open, receive lenses of all sorts, or outright just blank covers.  A quick pause to brush up the backside of each ear and groom the fur back down and then the rest of the hood snugly rolled down the back and their neck to roll over the suit's top few centimeters at the base of their neck.  The collar, could go on loosely, but seemed symbolic.  The fox wordlessly moved it to the further edges of the pile and sorted the two larger leg additions closer.

Bitchsuit legs are surprisingly simple, in fact these flaunted every aspect's simplicity.  Slightly flexible but heavy and protective, even with tire like rubber caps at the end that blend into the stiffer material.  As easy as folded legs slipped inside, gently cinched the buckles and feed the exaggerated bands ends into the sleeve.  Each also had a slightly elastic but still carbon mesh strengthened latex torso strap.  Along the upper outside each rump cheek, over the top of their tail base, and around the other side of their hips.  With the left leg's strap fed from the right flank and the other the left, each bitchsuit leg's binding strap fed around the opposite side of their torso to buckle a little under their belly button.  Just a simple buckle.

Comparatively, the chest harness was difficult to get on.  A triangle of harness rings around their shoulders near the clavicle, the final ring started out with only one strap fed through.  It was like a giant key-ring, or like a precision made spring.  Rounded ends and a super smoothed bend, this ring was by necessity twice as thick as the back side rings.  They had to hold the other neck strap as well as the top part of the between the breasts sizing strap and feed them on like 'keys' and keep twisting the bloody thing.  It was enough to even get their teased dick to go soft in it's terribly arousing little cage of unforgiving and highly flexible latex.  Worse, there was a second similar key-ring like harness ring that all three torso straps had to get tugged around to and fed into as well.  The back of this chest harness did seem to have connections for the bitchsuit arm pieces, but they couldn't put those on solo.

Was it technically a bridle?  A set of head straps included a ring gag which accepted side interlock toys and currently had a feeding / breathing tube hole in the middle.  Straps on the sides went to their face and then two flat rings.  A lower strap branched off each side and wrapped around the rear of their skull to connect to a padded on the inside flat buckle point behind their head.  The top side branched up slightly and connected to a combination blindfold and VR goggle rig.  Straps ran in a band around their head as well as over it, though they only really thickened at that padded backplate.  Though a small section of the side straps also pressed to the base of their ears.  Five clicks later they were gagged, blindfolded, and sat on the bed with two vibrator controls that dangled out of their crotch area.  Happy, lazy tail swish as it dangled over the edge of the bed they lay atop.  Bitchsuit Arms and Collar still on the bed.

Time started to elongate as they wait.  Surely there was a plan, right?  Laying on the bed, arms folded up as if wearing the gear they couldn't finish putting on.  While they MIGHT be able to get one of the limbs on there's no way the other would finish.  There didn't seem to be any point in trying for half.  Then the sound of water?  Ears flicked and strained, it sounded like water in the bathroom and then a stride across the carpet towards them.  As if opening their eyes a dim then increasingly bright vision returned.  The room was clearly different.  Different colors.  A glance over at the bed, different color sheets and no gear.  A slight roll to the side, their boob pressed to some of it.  Unseen hands came in suddenly, one briskly warmed their tummy with a swirl and the other pet their back along the harness and across the small.  "Good, you stayed in place.  Oh let's get the rest on."  The voice said, but didn't say?  Somehow they heard it but also couldn't pick out anything specific other than it was the one they loved.  The 'invisible' bondage gear shifted out from under their breast and quite obviously onto one arm, then a moment later the other.  Fingers carefully curled and fed their hand-paws into the mittens.  Then buckled the fingertip sections to the two shoulder harness rings, as well as the longer cross back straps from the other side of the bitchsuit arms to the lower back ring.  Snug buckles from the elbows side to side, up the arms and then the wrist buckles for the mittens.  Finally, their collar, loosely snugged about the neck as a reminder.  "Be good for me girl, have to take care of a couple things.  I'll be back soon."  They couldn't remember any conditioning, but seemed to get more excited when 'good' was mentioned, just a little, then disappointed; like a treat had been tugged away as other words followed, even a tiny bit down like it had been put away as girl followed so close.

Wait, the sound of the outer door open and shut.  They blinked, naturally outside the VR, but still seeing the fake room.  Things were a little different from the memory.  The outside of the hotel no longer through the window, instead a typical yard.  A large glass window now with level, clearly fake grass on the other side.  The treadmill was gone, but seemed to be roughly where the doors to the yard were.  Curiously the real exit for the hotel room was now a wall, while the wall on the other side of that treadmill was clearly the doorway out.  The suit was already integrating and streamlining.  Zipper in back meshing into a seamless existence.  The linings in their sheath, cunny, and ass practically a second skin.  The hood, maw not quite so much, but the rest snugging down a little.

Eager to explore they rolled over, and groaned softly.  While nearly still, with the oddness of the assisted finish, they'd even briefly forgotten.  The anal toy felt like a thick wolf cock tied in their rump, slanted tip just the right length to grind at their prostate.  A feature moved in their unique anatomy, it was located a little deeper and between the intestines and cervical passage.  The long equine toy, if anything, shielded their g-spot since it went too deep to tease properly.  The two together?  Each leg wiggle rolled and teased at the part that encouraged their somewhat exposed male bits.    Helped them fill with blood, grow more sensitive, and grind at the limits of that chastity sheath.  It took only a few shaky steps once they got off the bed and started to get used to their new perspective, new way of moving, and the tease of those toys gentle touch within to draw each step into a little thrust.  A hump that tried to shake their cock loose from the sheath.  More heat, more pressure, more need.  They knew it was futile, but had to move to rub or hump, something.  If their owner didn't come back soon they might even try to escape from the backyard.

~ Story by Ketsueki's player 2024

Art by S-Nina / S-Zira / Colamon / Colabun 2024
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Everyone gets/makes art for their own reasons.  Sometimes to show off sexy concepts.  Sometimes because they love a character or moment in time.  Sometimes it is an attempt to attract attention.
Ketsueki (many but not all furry places) gets art, and writes stories for it, for all three of the above; but most strongly as a self-ad.  The last and weakest hope to attract an RP partner that also enjoys Details and kinky consensual situations like their fantasies.

It'd be really fun to continue an RP from the story so far, maybe a little earlier, or maybe just something this Detailed and Lewd.

Please find Ketsueki and say Hi Petsueki!
Lonely bottom submissive fox seeks literate RP partner. 
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