The Chair.

	It had been a long day for White Monolith.  He had spend the day at his work, nursing to the well-being of other people.  Being a registered nurse, his job was stressful, long and tedious.  Many times, he simply went home and slept away the night till his alarm called him to awakening, and he returned to the hospital to perform his tasks anew.  While the job wasn't boring, he still cherished the time off he got.  And tonight was one of those nights.  Instead of returning straight to his home, he instead proceeded to down a couple of soda's and hit the town, seeing what the cities nightlife held.  A life he saw only through the spotless windows of the hospital in which he worked.

	Wandering through the streets, his eyes were amazed by the glitz and glitter of the neon lights.  Humans wandered the streets, darting to and fro about their business.  Some appeared brisk.  Others were sluggish, their faced slightly flushed from the achohol they had hastily consumed.  Demi-humans worked their stands, and also enjoy the nightlife.  Here in this city, there was little descrimination.  They had banded together, knowing the abilities which both human and demi may give to the community.  And here in this nightlife, he himself walked freely.  He was a unique demi-human, his skin soft as that of a rays, streaked with colors of blue and white.  He had a small tail, extending down his backside, that swished with idle curiosity at the sights his eyes seemed to gorge themselves on.  On his back lay a pair of wings.  They were soft, and light, just small enough to fit under his jacket, just large enough for the tips to peek out the bottom.  Yet they were flesh-like.  No feathers on them, graceful gliding wings, like the manta rays.  White kept a brisk pace, with a spring in his step, merrily walking on the sidewalk.  He had a weeks vacation, starting tommorow, and intended to enjoy it.  However, he stopped, and peered upward at a shop which seemed to almost whisper seductively to his ear.

	"Exotic Arrangement?"  White shrugged, then walked into the shop.  The bell above the door gave a light jingle, and he gasped at what he saw.  All around him, there was furniture of every type. Beds with mattresses covered in tiger-toned sheets.  Chairs of rubber, iron, and even wood.  Chandeliers twinkled above, and there was a light sound of music played through unseen speakers.  Each piece of furniture seemed to have, indeed, an exotic flavor to it.  Though some seemed to have other means, means he understood through looking on the internet.  He recognized restraints, vibrators, massagers, every manner of "adult toy" for a married couple.  Or for an individual seeking pleasure for themselves, and not wishing to give themselves to a total stranger.  He was such an individual, having not met the perfect woman yet.  It was mostly due to his work, but also due to his fear.  He was unsure about his body, about the concept of love, and the idea of making love.  Though he knew the devices, he didn't know how they would be used, or how best to use themselves.  Sighing quietly, he moved to the back of the store, then blinked, finding a chair there.  It was light red in color, totally made of rubber, yet seemed rather tacky in this neighborhood.  Reaching a hand cautiously out, he ran it along the folds.  It was gentle, slightly spongy to the touch, and cool.  However, a voice from behind made him yelp in surprise, turning around.

	"Can I help you?" White turned, finding the owner of the shop behind him.  He was a small creature, feline in appearance, with milky-white fur, save for a pair of black stripes going vertically on his face.  The shop-keeper smiled, his hands clasped behind his back, walking around to the chair and turning to face White.  His smiled broadened, noticing the blush across the demi-humans face.

	"No need for embarrasement.  So, am I correct in guessing you like this chair?"  White nodded, keeping his gaze down.

	"Y-yes..."

	"Would you like to buy it?"

	White looked up.  Despite working as a nurse, much of his money went torwards his savings account.  While he wasn't a big spender, he hadn't cashed his check, and mentally swore at himself for missing it.

	"Yea...but I haven't much money now."

	The shop-keeper studied him for a moment, keeping the ruby-colored eyes on his form.  Tapping a finger against his chin to ponder for a moment, he then nodded, smiling mysteriously.

	"How much do you have."

	"About....about ten dollars." White answered meekly, checking his wallet and pulling out the single bill."

	"Sold." The shop-keeper said, taking the money and slipping it into an unseen pocket in his suit.  It was the first time White had a chance to really see it, and he took in the sights. It wasn't a business suit, but a body-suit, with unseen pockets.  The shop-keeper work a jacket over it, and a belt made of chain.  It looked oddly like it was either silk or latex, but White could not be sure.  However, the fact that he had just bought this piece of furniture shocked him even more.

	"R-really..?!  I can have this?!"

	The shopkeeper nodded, smiling.  "Yes.  But please, be sure to enjoy it."

	"Oh, indeed I shall!" White said, easily hefting the chair in his arms and walking out the door with it.  The shop-keepers smile broadened, as he watched him go.

	"Perhaps you can be the one to awaken and free her." He said with a slightly mischevious look.
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	Once home in his apartment, White stowed the chair in his living room.  It looked good in the sparsly decorated domocile.  He had only moved in a week before, and was slowly furbishing it.

	"It's going to be good to have a place to sit." He said, turning and flopping down into his newly acquired resting place.  It easily supported his waist, and he noticed that it was slightly larger than him.  His feet barely touched the floor, and the chair appeared almost bigger than his five-eight frame.  However, he didn't notice how tired he was, yawning loudly, and turned on the t.v.

	"Mmmm...I think I'll just sleep here." He muttered, dozing off.  He sank into the furniture slightly, sliding his shoes off, falling into a deep slumber. 

	When White Monolith awoke, he blinked rapidly at the state he was in.  His clothing, from his shirt to his pants had been removed, including his undergarments, leaving himself naked.

	"What the...I don't remember sleeping in the buff." White shivered a bit upon noticing the feel of the rubber against his skin.  The chair seemed to mold itself to his body, allowing him a comfortable seated position.  Looking at the clock, he noticed it was only one a.m.  The light glow of the t.v. greeted him, now filled with static.  Yet, when he tried to move to turn it off, he gasped, unable to get up.  Glancing down, he made out that the chairs arm and bottom had absorbed his hands and feet into the rubber.  He saw his fingers and toes poking through the material, and a large loop of rubber had molded itself around his waist, holding him securely in place.

	"H-hey!  This isn't funny!"  He protested, beginning to struggle, then stopped, hearing a light giggle.  "Huh? Who said that!?"

	"I did!" The voice was light, almost teasing.  White gasped loudly, feeling something draw under his chin.  He looked over and saw it was a womans hand.  Only it was fully coated in rubber, and came from behind him.

	"Who are you!  How'd you get in here!!" 

	"Silly!  You brought me in here yourself!"

	"I...did?  How?!  I don't remember anyone!"  He felt the chair shake, then seemingly walk its way into his bedroom.  To the side was a simple air-mattress, so the room was relatively empty.  Inside it though, was a large mirror, which the chair plunked down on.  White blinked rapidly, unable to believe that his chair now held a womans uppermost body and arms, along with a face.  It was a vixens, and she giggled, lightly massaging his shoulders.

	"See?  I'm the chair you just bought!"  White struggled, unsure of what would happen, primarily out of fear, but the woman wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug.  She moved easily, being part of the rubber, and it seemed to obey her every command.

	"Wh-what are you going to do to me.....?"

	"I'm going to make you happy!"

	"H-how...?"

	The chair mistress giggled, then allowed more bands of rubber to extend, looping his shoulders and neck, keeping a gentle hold.  She then began to glide her hands around his chest and stomach, massaging gently, working her fingers expertly into his flesh.  He whimpered, struggling a bit, then gave up, instead succumbing to the relaxing motions of her hands.  He looked down, noticing that more hands had formed, rubbing and squeezing his legs and arms.  Unseen appendages worked down his back and buttocks, relieving the tension he kept inside so long. Sighing, he leaned back.

	"Does this feel good...?"

	"Uh...uh huh..."

	"Good."  The chair mistress smiled, lightly kissing him on the lips.  Despite being made of rubber, she was warm to his touch, and he kissed back.  Though inexperienced, she didn't seem to mind, still massaging his body.  He was thankful for the attention, however bizzare it was.  The massage lasted for a good few moments, perhaps even an hour.  White didn't care, he had lost track of time, lost in the blissful caress of his rubberized care-taker.  However, he gasp, feeling a slight, moist sensation being drawn across his body.  Opening his eyes, he turned his gaze down to see that the hands had shifted into appendages that seemed like mouths.  And said mouths were slowly drawing themselves across his sleek flesh, almost as if they were savoring his body.  He whimpered, shivering, feeling them draw across his kneels, up his thighs, and lap at his hips.

	"Mmmm, that's really sensitive, isn't it?"  White answered with a whimper, and the chair mistress giggled, withdrawing the extensions to lap as his stomach and chest, while two paid attention to that particular area of his body.  He gasped, writhing in the grasp of the chair, as the woman giggled in delight.

	"Aww, you're so cute...and you taste so good too."  She said, cooing into his ear.  He murmured, panting lightly from the sensations, and whimpered when they withdrew.

	"So you liked that...?"  

	"Y-y-yes..."

	"Don't worry, we can do this next time.  But now...I think it's time for the next and final steps." She said.  She raise her hands, the chair seeming to shift into a reclined state, exposing himself more to her.  She giggled, drawing a rubber strap across his mouth, silencing him.  "Can't have you screaming out to wake the neighbors, can we?" With that, she slide her hands seductively down her chest, beginning to rub and push on his nipples.  He gasp into the gag, and it was enough for it to form another tongue of rubber, exploring his mouth.  It mingled there, moving around, massaging his own tongue, enticing him to dance with her.  He reluctantly agreed, and she replied by gently squeezing his nipples, rolling them around.  Groaning, he felt his body tense, beginning to lightly shine with a coat of sweat.  The chair mistress gently smiled, continuing to tease his body, commanding the rubber to slowly part his buttocks.  They gave a strong massage, sending ripples of pleasure through him, a small extension gently prodding and massaging against his anus.  He sighed and moaned in delight, then groaned loudly, feeling it gently push inside, beginning to pump in and out.  It varied it's speed and even size, going faster and longer, then slower and larger.  It didn't hurt, instead, increasing the fire in his body, slowly creeping up from his legs.  He felt rubber gently envelop his hips, leaving his genitals exposed, but rubbing and stroking agains his perenium.  Small tendrils gently fondled his scrotum, lightly opening and sucking, before gently caressing.  Then, he jumped lightly when rubber encircled around his penis, pulling down, exposing the sensitive glands head.  

	"Just relax...I'm not going to hurt you." She cooed, giving his chest a reassuring hug, then resumed teasing and stroking White's nipples.  Watching the rubber around his manhood, he writhed against the sensations, feeling the apparatus begin to stroke up and down, causing his body to become enveloped in a lightly bluish hue of blush.  It kept slow, even strokes, small extensions gently stroking and sucking on the phallus' head.  He moaned loudly into his gag, his breath coming in loud, long pants, as the stroking and thrusting continued.  They seemed almost inhuman in their grip, yet exceedingly gentle, continuing to give unknown sensations to his body.  He writhed, feeling the stroking become more intense, faster and faster, the waves giving large shocks to his body, seeming to increase the sensations through his mouth and buttocks.  Crying out loudly, he strained against his bonds, climaxing.  Years of needed released rushed through his body, a second orgasm rocking his frame, causing him to pass out.  His chair mistress smiled, gently releasing him from his bonds and enveloped his body up to his neck, massaging away his exhaustion, cleansing his body.  Leaving the rubber there as a blanket, she smiled, kissing his forehead.

	"Sleep well, my dear plaything." Then, she gasped and reabsorbed into the chair, the chair beginning to glow with a soft light.

	THe next morning, White awoke, finding himself still in front of his bedroom mirror, enwrapped in the rubber.  Moaning, he sat up, the blanket of material easily falling away, dissolving on it's way to the floor.  It seemed to be all a dream.

	"But...what a dream it was." He said, sighing.  Standing, he turned...and promtly tripped.  Arms flailing, he fell to the floor, grunting.

	"Oof!  How in the?" Turning, he blinked rapidly and gasped, seeing what he tripped over.  Sleeping curled up just outside of the chair, lay a vixen.  Her fur was a deep orange, and she had a cute frame, her tail extremely bushy.  He gazed at her, blushing deeply yet unable to take his eyes off, and gasps when she gave a yawn, opening an eye and watching him with an all too cute smile.

	"Morning dear..." She greeted.  White could do nothing but stammer, looking to the chair, then back to the vixen, then chair before forcing out a bewildered "How?!"  She giggled, sitting up, running a hand through her fur.

	"I was sealed in the chair for being too frisky.  I...couldn't be released until I found someone who would love me for myself, and not for my body.  That's why I was in a rubber chair.....it's a fashion not many people could see the inner beauty of."

	"B-but why...why do that to me?"  The vixen looked alarmed and upset, seeming about ready to cry.  

	"I'm..."i'm s-sorry...!!"

	White blinked, then quickly sat up and reached his arms out, hugging her against him tight.  His tail coiled with hers, the contrast of fur against his sleeker skin seeming a beautiful work of art.

	"No...don't be.  I'm...grateful for what you showed me.  ...Thanks." He said, smiling at her.  The vixen looked up, sniffling, though smiling back at him.

	"Y-you're....you're welcome....White..."

	"What's your name?"

	"...Snow..." came the shy response.

	"Snow....White and Snow.  Has a nice ring to it."

	Snow blinked, tilting her head. "Huh?  What do you mean..?"

	White smiled at her, giving her a light kiss. "Snow...please marry me...I feel you are the perfect woman for me."

	Snow gasped, her eyes becoming soft, then she hugged him tightly, crying joyfully.

	"Yes!  Yes....I shall."

	White smiled, hugging her, rubbing her back.  He sighed blissfully, closing his eyes, holding her against him, she returning the same.  They had come together thanks to a shop-keeper and a chair.  A chair that would be getting a lot more use, thanks to it's unique properties, from now on.