2019 kINKtober - 3 : Pokeslut suit OR Digimon
(AKA what Ketsueki would love to call Sexymon)

Thank you, Nina; for such a vivid and spectacular ink of my character! ^.^

Ketsueki had spent the last week focused on a healthy balance of work and preparation: the correct meals, enough sleep, light exercise.  Their room had also been cleaned, even under the bed, and the elastic mesh supported memory foam mattress moved closer to the door.  The optional handle for helping to safely lift the bed had proved unusually stable and seemed like it might offer some unique options as a quick way of giving the bed an additional tie point, so it got to stay.

Suiting up had gone quickly enough, though the intentional lack of self attention over the week had them getting aroused more quickly than usual.  By the time they’d snugged the latex to the hips the more obvious outward arousal was already peeking from its sheath.  The utility belt had gone on next as it was loose.  Zipping was the start of what was truly anticipated though.

The left side’s inner flap and right side’s outer flap connected by a thin, flexible, little zipper that would barely be noticed.  Their left hand carefully tugged the zipper from the base of their tail towards the neck and the changes started.  Instead of an interestingly snug well fit suit the material reacted as if warming; allowing the tension to spread to a more uniform snugness as it started to more precisely contour to the fox’s body.  The effect perceptibly matched the progress of the zipper in a similar wave from toes to neck. Switching off from left arm beneath to right arm over shoulders the task soon finished.  Snugging enough to cup and display, but not in fine detail, their backdoor, cunny, male bits, breasts, and slightly squeezing at their torso to help present a more appealing shape.  The end of the zipper stopped just short of where the two sides met.

There was still so much to do, and the vulpine’s anticipation quickly grew.  Reversing the sequence, the more dexterous right hand pressed the two plastic bag top like seals on either side of the spine zipper to further seal the sides together, running up the sides of the zipper and with a difficult stretch thrusting their bust out switching to the left to run the rest of the way up.  Already panting slightly the hood had to go on quickly.  Tail thrust high and slightly back for balance while grabbing it from the bed and quickly slipping their maw inside, smoothing it over and deftly tucking their fox ears within the slight optical illusion of the longer, and more conical suit ears.  The hood’s bottom squeezed delightfully and overlapped by about the collar’s width the neck of the body suit.

The latest addition wasted no time starting the adaptation process, beginning to meld as soon as it rolled over the upper lip of the body-suit.  Shaky paws grabbed the ball which would become the collar.  Grasping at the button and pressing the body to their neck, it spread apart, expanding rotating, reconfiguring as the machine it was transformed outward and then in, grasping around to form a torrid (donut like) collar that gently snugged the suit and brought everything fully online.

The ‘slut’s rump lifted high as they bent forward, a grasp at the movement handle of the bed arresting the fall with a thrum.  All of that latex, pressed against every bit of fur, squeezed just right, gently cradled every bit of flesh be it paw pads, puckered rump, moist slit, sheath rim, shaft, nipples, tongue, nose, even ears.  Melding in a symphony of sensation and touch that drew a soft moan of lust and need.    The suit felt even better than a breeze over the fur, it touched everywhere at once; even without the e-stim tingles the desire for more grew.

The sexymon suited slut writhed while willingly restraining their position.  A bottle of lube fell from the belt, hit the padded floor mat they’d moved to the foot of the bed to bounce off and pop open when it landed on the end where the lube had collected.  A squirt of lube spurting out to make a little mess on the hard surface of the floor, their mat, ankle, and the story-time companion canine toy still stuck in the middle of the mat, because they’d been too lazy to pop it off and it might still be useful.  The heavy precum that oozed from their modest maleness only further enhanced the inherent depravity of the living toy as someone who heard the noise opened the door.  Though they were not sure if it was to ‘check’ on the fox, or start the Tricks and Treats of the party.

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Sexymon: Erotic parody / fan works focused Sexy Monsters.  Only the Sexy (in the eye of the beholder) mon though.

Written 2019-10-04 by Ketsueki’s Player, distribution authorized when accompanying the free of charge distributed artwork drawn by S-Nina (AKA NinaStudios and some other names).

Please find Ketsueki on various platforms that either use open protocols or are dedicated small communities. (I (Ketsueki) do not and (in 2019) have no plans to use: Discord, Facebook, Telegram, or any similar platforms.)

F-chat: https://www.f-list.net/ https://www.f-list.net/c/ketsueki
agnph IRC ( /msg Ketsueki kINKtober? ): https://agn.ph/
Furnet IRC ( /msg Ketsueki kINKtober? ): https://www.furnet.org/wiki/index.php/General
Tapestries (MUCK) (mostly by scheduled time): https://www.fur.com/tapestries/

Ketsueki’s site account links: https://www.weasyl.com/~ketsueki https://inkbunny.net/ketsueki http://www.furaffinity.net/user/swizzlestick/