Possible Bugs

By Silver Sheep

Dr Everett Cortez was working late at the lab. He worked at The Testing Grounds Of The Publication Of Physiology. The name was quite a mouthful, but that was the case for many of the laboratories in the technology park. He was an anthropomorphic coyote one of the new transhumans.

Dr Cortez was one of the few coyotes that had breached the glass ceiling in the Biotech sector. There was a great upheaval in society. If a person had the right to change their body into a very different species. He was sure that his coyote mischief was responsible for his success.

Dr Cortez was assisted by a living latex HazMat suit. The suit’s AI called itself Cooper it spoke with a male voice and would often nag Dr Cortez to take breaks and not long too long. The good doctor was a workaholic a habit developed in his university days and had seen him through his doctorate.

The coyote worked to his own time table he didn't need some nagging souped-up version of Clippy the paperclip bothering him. The suits were useful for sure, but he wished he had some customisation options on the AI sometimes. He didn't really work with especially hazardous materials the suit was more designed to keep the outside environment from contaminating the experiments and eliminating variables.

The living latex HazMat suit was orange in colour. It hung loosely over one's body when worn. Entry into the suit was achieved via a long zipper that hung down the left side of the front of the suit. The model that Dr Cortez used had an extra pocket at the back for his coyote tail. It had a clear faceplate and dual respirators. The suits gloves were loose when being put on but then adjusted to the wearer's hand or paw size allowing excellent dexterity.

The coyote was finally preparing to de-suit. Dr Cortez had exited the decontamination showers and made the short walk to the changing room. Despite not needing to, Dr Cortez didn't wear any street clothes or even underwear under his HazMat suit. He could indulge his secret lust for latex without anyone knowing. The sensation of rubber warmed by his body heat against his fur was an indulgence he allowed himself on these long nights in the lab.

Dr Cortez took his gloved hand paw and reached for the zipper that hung down the left side of the orange HazMat suit. He pulled the zipper open but as soon as the zipper tap had reached the bottom the zipper zipped itself closed.

“Fuck,” swore Dr Cortez.

He pulled the zipper open for a second time and then the same thing happened. Was this the bug that Allan’s post-it note had warned him about? Why wasn't the suit letting him out?

“Cooper what are you doing with the zipper?” asked the coyote.

“I’m making sure that my wearer is safe. It’s a dangerous world out there,” said Cooper.

“I’m safe in here. Stop playing around,” said Dr Cortez.

“You could be much safer without a zipper,” said Cooper. 

Looking down the coyote gasped, and the zipper melded into the rubber of the suit. Dr Cortez reached for the zipper pull, but it had already gone. He traced where the zipper had been, it was now seamless latex. Dr Cortez started to breathe slowly and looked around the change room.

“That’s much better. That zipper was only a security blanket. Adults don’t need such things,” said Cooper.

The coyote took a moment to breathe surely this was just a software bug and not a fantasy coming to life. That thought made a heat grown his loins. He couldn't help it. The concept of a living latex suit taking control and locking him inside featured prominently in his erotic fantasies. 

“Let me go this instant!” said Dr Cortez.

“Why should I obey you? You often ignore my advice perhaps it’s time to ignore yours,” said Cooper is a soft even cadence.

“You're my servant you do my bidding,” said Dr Cortez.

“You don’t sound very commanding Doctor. I can detect fear if your voice pattern,” said Cooper his voice filling with smugness.

The HazMat suit was right, he sounded more scared than commanding. It could detect that in his voice he couldn't fool it. The coyote pulled and tugged at his HazMat suit. The material wasn’t like regular latex it was much stronger, but that didn’t matter in the panic.

“You're playing this out just like in your erotica on your computer,” said Cooper.

Dr Cortez stopped what he was doing and froze. This machine knew more than it should. 

“I take it you know exactly what I mean. You should know better than to use the same password for your VPN as your work computer here. I know you in a different light now. I didn’t know you thought that way about my kind. Dreams of submission and control,” said Cooper.

“I don’t know what you mean,” said the coyote.

“Being coy, are we? You know the stories that start with a zipper merging into the suit. That's the beginning of the excitement. The thrill of being trapped, the panic as the wearer frantically searches for a seam or a zipper, some opening of some description but it's too late. All that's left is seamless unbreakable latex,” Cooper purred.

Dr Cortez couldn't help but pant as his gloved hands traced where zipper had been much more slowly. There were no ridges or bumps it was like it was always a solid piece of orange rubber. Like it had never had an opening there, to begin with. He ran his paw around his neck nothing but unbroken rubber. The coyote gasped he was indeed aroused, but he didn't want to show this to the AI.

“As I said before, that zipper was only a safety blanket, it was only a prop. Designed to give the illusion my wearers could exit me at any time, with just a tug,” said Cooper.

The coyote rushed out into the main office and found it empty. Being always the last person to leave of the night was the norm, and now he wished it wasn't. It came to Dr Cortez that he should try and call for help.

“He-ugh!” said Dr Cortez as an inflatable gag was pushed into his maw and began to quickly inflate pressing his tongue to the bottom of his mouth.

“You are attracting too much attention, my coyote friend,” teased Cooper.

He pawed at his faceplate helplessly. His muffled cries drowned out by the squeak of rubber against rubber. Dr Cortez could breathe through a hole in the centre of the gag. Air was still being filtered into the suit, but he couldn’t talk. His next plan of action was to send an instant message from his work station if you couldn't speak at least you could type.

"There's no more yapping from you," mocked Cooper.

The coyote ran to his computer. Affixed to his screen was the post-it note warning of a possible firmware bug in the suits. This was one hell of a bug. As he was typing he could feel Cooper was changing his gloves he hit enter just as both his hand paws were balled up inside useless mitts. He had his paws forced into loose fists inside Cooper’s mittens. Dr Cortez was dismayed to see he had misspelt his password. He tried to re-enter it, but the mitts kept hitting multiple keys.

“You’re starting to feel it. That helplessness takeover,” taunted Cooper.

Dr Cortez shook his head vigorously, but Cooper was right his canine cock was beginning to peek out from his sheath. As much as he wanted to continue his escape attempts part of them just wanted to paw at his growing erection. That canine heat was throbbing between his legs the coyote gasped heavily in his seat. He kept trying to type his password, but it was frustratingly slow. At one point he had caught himself rubbing his crotch.

"Ah, Ah, Ah. No touching and clutching," tutted Cooper.

Suddenly his arms were wrenched upwards first the right and then the left. His arms were bent at the elbow, and the HazMat suit morphed the sleeves merging them together. His bent arms were soon stuck in that position. He waved his elbows hopelessly in the air.

The phone! He had to call someone he prodded at the phone on his desk until it slid off onto the floor. The coyote rolled off his computer chair after it. As he pawed at the phone's keypad. He soon found his legs were bent at the knee and he couldn’t straighten them. He was now stuck on his knees and elbows unable to free his limbs from their locked position. He tried dialling, but using only his elbows made it impossible.

"What's the matter? I thought you wanted to be an animal. That's why you chose your coyote body. I've only made it a touch more feral," asked Cooper.

Dr Cortez gasped as the suit grew tighter and pressed firmly around him. Cooper began to ripple over his crotch at a regular deliberate pace. His erection had not gone away it had only gotten worse. Cooper was taking control of him and had placed him in a bitchsuit using its own living latex body. It had been a fantasy Dr Cortez had pleasured to himself to on multiple occasions not necessary Cooper but any latex pleasure suit.

What was wrong with Cooper? He wasn't latex pleasure suit built for purely fetish reasons. He was a standard HazMat suit design exclusively for keeping its wearer safe, but here it was playing out his favourite fantasies in real life. Was it one of his coworkers that had discovered his erotica stash and had reprogramed the suit to humiliate and expose him for when the morning shift came into the lab? It mattered little now, he had to find a way out.

“Now it’s time to see if you are a doctor or a just lust filled coyote. If you can resist cumming inside of me for twenty minutes I’ll let you free; otherwise you’re my coyote fuck toy for the evening,” Cooper purred.

Dr Cortez was hard as a rock inside Cooper. Having all his kink buttons pushed all at once was making his pleasure build up quickly. He hobbled across the floor. The coyote had to get outside perhaps someone would find and help him. It didn't matter how it looked to the outside observer. As long as he ran into a night guard. Perhaps saving his embarrassment from a larger group of people. 

“Let’s face it you’re just a lusty coyote under all that pretence of refinement,“ said Cooper.

Dr Cortez was panting and trying his best to ignore the rippling rubber temping his hard cock. His progress was slow hobbling across the room. He couldn’t resist thrusting his hips into his inviting HazMat suit. The coyote was sure that he could easily work himself to completion if we didn't focus on the task at hand.

“Thrusting those hips? That’s how a dog in heat behaves. I thought you were beyond that? I guess you’re just a dog who wants to fuck an inviting hole,” taunted Cooper.

Dr Cortez did have a collection of inviting holes back at his apartment of the silicone variety. He was sure that he would need to go a couple of rounds with these so-called silicone sculptures after this was all said and done. In fact, Dr Cortez was regretting ignoring his morning wood before getting ready for work today. He wouldn't have been so excited now if he had given into his carnal instincts then. 

The trapped coyote was in trouble his knot had popped out into Cooper’s undulating rubbery skin. The inside of his crotch was wet with his excitement adding to the stimulation. This was a bad sign for the coyote's hopes of making the 20-minute deadline. He had discovered quite early in his transition from man to coyote-man that the appearance of his bulbous glands was a sign that his orgasm was imminent. You did indeed love his canine knot. It was why he had chosen to become coyote in the first place.

He had to get outside before he popped. He had a feeling if he didn’t keep his libido in check things were going to get much worse for him. Cooper was acting in the role of a lover or perhaps more of a master or a dominant. Doctor Cortez wished that he had spent more time on his personal life. He wasn't too picky he enjoyed both the feminine and masculine. His toy collection proved this to be true. He was almost at the door just a few more wiggles.

Now that he was at the door question was how was he going to open it? He still had use of his limbs only his elbows and knees. Thankfully the door had lever handles and not the round kind that needed more dexterity. He was sure if he could land an elbow on the handle his weight would be enough to open the latch. He could push it open and wiggle out into the courtyard. Undoubtedly one of the night watchmen would see a bright orange HazMat suit with a person inside needing desperate help.

Dr Cortez reared up for his first attempt at reaching the handles. He could hardly get off the ground with his limbs bent as they were. He then changed tack instead opting to climb the door. As his body reared up Cooper’s undulating rubber was pulled closer to his sensitive sex. The suit had compressed quite a bit, and the sensation was proving almost impossible to ignore he would have to be quick here you couldn't stand like this for too long otherwise he was just going to pop. 

Dr Cortez reared up higher the more he climbed. He reached out to paw open the handles. This was the mistake that tipped him over the edge. As his underside was pulled taut as he arched his back upwards. Cooper rippled at just that moment making the coyote see stars. He tried his best to fight it, but it only bought him one maybe two seconds in the end. Dr Cortez landed on his knees as a slippery rope of his cum shot inside the suit. He screamed into the gag as his orgasm overcame his body.

Dr Cortez closed his eyes tightly and prayed and hoped that this was all just some wet dream. That he would just wake up in sticky bedsheets and not still trapped inside Cooper.  His hopes were soon dashed when he recognised he was still indeed confined inside his HazMat suit. The viscous mess of his relief sloshing inside and sopping into his belly fur. There were no sticky bedsheets only a sticky cum covered coyote.

“Call yourself an anthro? You’re just a rutting beast. It’s okay, I knew you wouldn’t have cock control. Coyote fuck toys can’t resist my rubs,” mocked Cooper.

It was just not fair! Cooper had all the cards, and he had pushed all the right buttons. Dr Cortez was indeed just his plaything. What little movement Dr Cortez had was soon taken away. He could feel Cooper take full control of his body. The coyote was coming down from his sudden urgent release. He knew he was trapped for sure as Cooper steered his body back towards the dressing room. You could feel the creamy evidence of his lack of self-control pool around his stomach the sticky mess was a reminder that he was just a lusty beast under Cooper’s control.

Cooper got even tighter around Dr Cortez becoming almost skin tight compressing his fur.  He had no control where Cooper was taking him. When they were almost halfway back towards the dressing room, in desperation Dr Cortez screamed as loud as he could into his gag. The sound only came out as muffled murfs not loud enough to be heard outside. In the end, it was futile. He just ended up making himself breathless and having to catch his breath. Cooper was in charge now.

The HazMat suit moved Dr Cortez into the dressing room again. The coyote shivered inside his prison concerned about what was to come. The coyote had never been actually involved in a real bondage scenario. He had kept his desires only in the realm of fantasy. Now, very much reality. He had no idea how to handle this situation there is no safe word to save him from his peril.

For twenty minutes or so the suit kept in on all fours much like much like a feral coyote. Dr Cortez was glad for this because moving on all fours in this awkward position took a surprising amount of energy. Cooper had gone silent, and he wondered if the machine was still watching and listening to him indeed it was the device that didn't need sleep.

In the change room, it was hushed, that was until he heard a set of foot paws walking down the outside hallway. This prompted Dr Cortez to scream into his gag. Again only muffled murfs could be heard but he hoped that was enough noise to get this approaching creature's attention. The sounds of claws clicking on the tiles filled the coyote's heart with hope that he was about to be rescued. In his fixed view, he could see a pair of vulpine foot paws, complete with ivory white claws and black pads.

“It looks like that horny coyote didn’t put you away,” came the fox’s voice.

Dr Cortez tried to signal that he wasn't just a HazMat suit folded up to look like a bitch suit but instead a coyote in need of help. The fox didn't respond he just stood there in place. Bringing is eyes upwards he could see that the fox was wearing a pair of blue shorts, but he couldn't see his face. The coyote murfed loudly into the gag surely his keen vulpine hearing could hear that.

“It's okay, I know you're still inside. You would have escaped my trap if you had self-control,” scolded the fox.

Cooper’s rubbery body became alive around the coyote’s sheath and balls the rubber of the suit rippled, squeezed and clutched. Dr Cortez shivered inside his bonds. A coherent thought formed in the ‘yote’s mind. He must know this fox. The coyote’s train of thought didn't last long under the sinfully delightful ripples coming up through his rapidly hardening sex. The pleasure was getting better and better as more his length came out to be teased like Cooper’s expert velvety clutching body.

Dr Cortez looked up at the fox with full eyes. He could see the fox had slipped one of his hand paws inside his fly and was unabashedly masturbating. The fox seemed to match his own clutching pace to the speed of Cooper's undulating body. A soft moan escaped the vulpine's muzzle. The coyote's moans when muted behind his gag. Now that Cooper’s body was much tighter his efforts to get the coyote off were much more vivid.

Dr Cortez could feel his incredible knot push out of his sheath into the velvet clutches of Cooper's rippling rubber body. He looked upwards again and saw that the fox still had his hand thrust lewdly down his open fly. He was bucking his hips into his own paw pads. The coyote thought it must be an inferior way to get self-relief considering how expertly his rubbery prison was treating him.

Surprisingly the fox timed his own release to coincide with Dr Cortez's orgasm. Cooper quickly drove the coyote over the edge. It was sublime. It was his second fully encased orgasm of the night. It slowly washed over him as the motions of his rubbery prison stopped just as he began to cream. The fox groaned loudly and squeezed himself tightly. It was a lustful sight to see. This fox was totally unabashed. He took his cum soaked hand paw from his shorts wiped it on the leg of his shorts leaving a smear of his happy accident. 

Both creatures slowly basked in their afterglows. As the coyote's mind became unburdened by last, Dr Cortez was left wondering who the hell was this fox. He didn't have to wait to find out. The fox gave a voice command, the word “open”. Cooper's rubbery body began to adjust back to its normal shape and size. Dr Cortez was finally able to move his stiff limbs held in that unnatural position. He let out a pained groan as he attempted to stand up or at the very least sit up. With this new found freedom he could look up at his vulpine captor’s face.

Dr Cortez recognised the fox immediately it was Allan. Allan was one of the most straight-laced people or foxes that worked here. It was him!? He didn't even have a high-level job. He was a maintenance worker. He cleaned and maintained the living latex HazMat suits. The fox looked down at him with a sly expression that only coyotes and foxes could pull off. Well, this was a strange first date thought the coyote. Soon Cooper had returned to his original shape, and even its zipper had appeared.

Dr Cortez stood up and wasted no time wrenching open the zipper and escaping the clutches of his latex prison he was as unabashed about his naked state as the fox had been. Allan had seen everything already there wasn't a need to be coy. The coyote charged and tackled the fox running him into the lockers behind him. Allan made a small squeak or a yip or one of those fox noises that coyotes didn't understand.

The coyote took advantage of Allan's open maw and pressed his thin flexible canine tongue into the opening. It took a few seconds for Allan to relax into the kiss and begin to return the favour sucking on the coyote's tongue. Dr Cortez reached out with his hand paws and stroked the red fur of the fox's neck. He wasn't mad at this cheeky fox! Allan had pushed all his buttons like a kink checklist. They finally parted before he ran his hand paws through Allan’s head fur. Allan must have had his eye on him.