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I hope everyone enjoys her ) \n\n[b]Name:[/b] The Latex Hive Queen\n[b]Species:[/b] A unique form of gestalt creature that is reptilian, amphibian and humanoid with inlays of extra-dimensional DNA \n[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Dominant ( [b]strong willed and does not submit to any BUT will “work with” those she considers equals, such as the Latex Goddess Trio, to whom she feels she owes her life and freedom and William Kidd < the one who actually found and freed her from her Amber Prison while helping the Latex Trio > [/b] )\n[b]Height:[/b] 11 feet 10 inches (including 19 inches for her head frill)\n[b]Length:[/b] 22 feet from nose to her tail tip\n[b]Weight:[/b] 747 pounds ( very lush curves in 'certain' places)\n[b]Breast Size:[/b] 32Z (70Z) (same as XXX cup) (she truly has a massive pair of “beach balls” on her body )\n[b]Tongue Length:[/b] 14 inches; extremely prehensile and because of her natural latex-like saliva, its nearly always sticky and/or slick\n[b]Age:[/b] 304 ( standard Real World earth 'years' old )\n[b]Lifespan: (Special) Due to the nature of the alchemical and magical types of experiments that were used to create her, The Latex Hive Queen is believed to be virtually immortal [/b]\n\n\n[b]Likes / enjoys:[/b] Soft, shorter furs she can 'nuzzle' into / against, Classical Music and / or anything with a “gentle” soft rhythm for the most part, females ( they have their uses....), flowers, chocolates and / or most sweets (she ADORES almost anything minty, especially ice creme!), certain flavors of liqueurs that taste like candies or sweets, the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, books (she is a voracious reader...), piano music, warm fireplaces \n\n[b]Dislikes / Hates:[/b] Ice and /or being cold (it makes her very sluggish the colder it is), total Immobility ( owing to her own imprisonment by the dream mare centuries ago), liquid amber, The Dream Mare, cages, chains and / or being kept captive, music that makes her skeleton vibrate in a 'painful' way (usually hard acid rock or rap) \n\n[b]Kinks:[/b] Latex mummification and restraint, equines with huge cocks and balls she can “drain” (or any male or herm for that matter that is very generous), writhing victims, muffled squeals and begging from her “toys”, being waited on for her whims, making latex “playthings” and milking her sexual victims into unconsciousness, Unicorns, Dragons, Pegasus (or any type of naturally magical male or herm she can 'eat' sexually, be it male or female in this case), The London Philharmonic Orchestra ( “music to have fabulous sex and /or suck cock by...” ).\n[b] She has a very special place in her heart for male foxes and grand piano music.[/b]\n\n[b]Special Abilities:[/b]\n The queen is capable of generating seemingly limitless amounts of a natural substance that is both like silk from normal spiders, and likewise similar to latex in its elastic and adhesive properties. This she can do from both her tail and from her lower hands through special natural slits in her armored body just behind and under the tips of her fingers; these slits have an inner lining of muscular tissue that she can flex to make the openings larger or smaller and thus regulate the amount of her webbing in both thickness and width as well as using it as slender like sheet lines, or as a spray ( the spray mostly from her tail itself), and it can be used as offensive and defensive function as desired. In her normally relaxed state, the slits remain closed for the sake of keeping things (dirt, water or such) from getting into them.\n The latex she weaves can be created from either her lower hands in both wide or narrow woven strips, or as a continuous line of strands she can weave together for various purposes. She can also create latex from the phallic like end of her tail. Creation of permanent Latex Sex slave toys is something she can do, as she was made to do so while she was under the power of the Dream Mare. She can create the aforementioned toys by immersing them in a large, pre-prepared vat of her own secreted latex and a small amount of a certain mixture of magical fluids and additives that she must personally mix with her own body (thus the vat is quite large). The magical fluid takes 3 days to \"stew\" and when ready, the victims are immersed into it and it coats their bodies and molds their minds and desires toward wanting /nurturing a powerful desire of serving the queen's needs. \n Because of the nature of her centuries long imprisonment, and how she now feels that the two are similar, the Latex Queen [b]WILL NOT create any other latex slave toys, unless[/b] those beings prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, to her, that it's something they want and that they will be loyal to her and her few friends and lovers for as long as they live.\n ( The transformation process will actually double their natural life span..)\n\n She is omnivorous, being able to eat both plant life and animal meats and through a strange bio-chemical process, she manufactures almost no waste matter whatsoever. Her bio-system is incredibly efficient, being able to metabolize and convert to energy as much as [b] 86% [/b] of everything she eats. Any waste products are turned inside her body into the latex-like webbing she produces, and while the solids produce the webbing, the liquid waste is likewise transformed into the adhesive that accompanies it. Part of her weight is from two large oval shaped bladders that are concealed along the small of her back ( where the kidneys would normally be) under some slightly thicker protective plates, and these two areas feed her hands and tail as she wishes through a tube like conveyance that produces when the organs are squeezed by numerous rings of muscular tissue that surround them. The queen is likewise gifted with a special double respiratory system ( powerful gills are hidden in proper spots on her shoulders and neck and retractable webbing that she can “flex” into sight between all her major fingers, toes and such as needed) that makes her fully amphibious; she can breath easily on land as well as in water, and she can survive depths up to several miles below the surface without any special equipment. Her natural body armor is both flexible, strong, and highly resistant to crushing or pressures and it and her crystal skeleton gives her immense strength and vast heightened physical sensitivity. \n She can hear by both her natural ear vanes ( which are lengths of hidden mesh beneath small platelets that stretch for a full third of her cranium along either side), but because of her unique skeleton, she can also sense vibration through her body by touch and as sound waves through the ground that might be too weak to pick up by normal auditory methods. Her other senses are likewise heightened, including her taste, smell and eyesight. She can see into a number of different spectrum by simply concentrating and letting one of 2 different sets of membranes slide over her eyes; these specialized lenses let her see in infrared, ultraviolet, and amplify natural light so that she can see far better in total darkness then a normal creature would. The secondary inner eyelid is known as a nictiating membrane, which “grows” in the inner cornea of the eye, next to the tear duct. Her eyes naturally appear to be shiny and even slightly damp and this is because her tears moisten the eyes and contain a variant of the chemical lysozyme, which protects against salt water and also destroys bacteria, thus preventing eye infections. This also allows her to see into the deep green shades of the spectrum so that she is able to make out much greater detail and imagery then a normal creature would beneath the waves. Because of the design of her head and the placement of her eyes, she is gifted with a 200 degree field of vision and when dealing with most targets straight ahead, she has binocular eyesight that under water can let her perceive targets up to half a mile away with amazing clarity. On land her vision is so acute that she can make out details of an object at 3 miles away and she can spot and identify 6 targets the size of a small dog hiding amid the brush at two miles or less with ease. \n\n She detests heavily cold weather and she isn't sure if her body could truly cope with some of the more deadly temperature extremes in remote parts of the world, as she fears that her armor might become dry and start to crack and break, but she knows that natural heavy cold weather will slow her down and if the temperatures are severe enough, will force her into a state of hibernation. She likewise fears going too deep in very cold waters for a similar fear that even tho she could breathe, she'd fall into a hibernation like state and simply never be found again as she'd curl up instinctively and be essentially washed away with the currents and never be able to wake up.\n She honestly doesn't know if these hypothetical events and physical defects would be true, but she is in utterly NO hurry to test them to find out... at least not without some extremely heavy preparations with some of her new friends and lovers beside her to protect her should something very unpleasant actually occur during the research to find out someday.\n\n Despite her somewhat reptilian appearance, she is a warm blooded creature thus she prefers warmer temperatures; her utmost favorite temperatures are tropical to sub-tropical and she adores warm sandy beaches to be lazy on and warm tropical waters to bathe / swim in. Her unusual biology makes her extremely resistant to toxins and poisons, and she has discovered that she can eat a number of venomous creatures that are native to both the Mirror world and the Real World with little to no side effects.. to her, such creatures venom add a bit of “spice” to the meal should she be so inclined to consume them.... tho she far prefers normal foodstuffs and domesticated meats, and does have a weakness for certain kinds of fresh vegetables and fruits and the Japanese dishes of Sushi and the slightly more deadly meal of “Fugu”. This is simply because there's less effort in her needing to gain them by catching, killing and such, but she DOES enjoy hunting a lot, but even if she's unsuccessful (which is quite rare.. shes a VERY GOOD huntress), she can always “hit the grocery store or a drive thru”...\n Her teeth are dark bluish in color and like her skeleton, are formed from the special hardened crystal that makes up her inner structure. They are extremely hard and sturdy and have been favorably compared to marble for their strength. For the first few years of her life, The Dream Mare actually had a few furs that would both clean and even sharpen her teeth, as the crystalline base was discovered to keep amazing edges, and if carried to a logical end, her whole mouthful could become excessively deadly with the teeth cut and shaped to be sharper then a surgeons scalpel, but these ideas were quickly tossed aside as it give her speech a very unpleasant “raspy” accent and she kept slicing her tongue here and there and it was not quite conducive to the “sexual” seduction theme The Mare was trying to cultivate. As it stands right now, the queen has re-acquired a proper set of cleaning and shaping tools and such to ensure her teeth stay both healthy, shiny and sexually attractive without going overboard and her giving herself that “lethal” looking mouthful of pointy-ness.\n She also looks quite favorably on any fur that accepts her monstrous appearance and is willing to help clean her body at any given time, and help her get to those particularly “hard to reach places”.\n\n [b]Origin of Creation[/b]\n\n The Latex Queen is a unique creation of the now deposed ( and permanently destroyed) Dream Mare that was made from a combination of stolen secrets from the (then) destroyed temple of the Latex Goddess Trio, and her own special collection of experimental slaves and creature's. The original intent was to create a special creature that would follow her commands and seek out and convert new victims to feed the Mare's growing hunger for energy and power, by both raw sexual seduction and outright kidnapping. Several attempts yielded either little or very poor results, but the Mare kept trying until she realized she lacked the full level of research that her hated rivals had achieved when the first of the Latex goddess Azure was created. She put several hand picked spies into their ranks and allowed them to continue to grow and build up their own power, with her eyes and ears secretly feeding her constant information and giving her more and more ways to point her own private research. She was unable to fully stop the creation of a second success that lead to the birth of Opal, as she knew that with the second being having been brought into existence, the power base of the Temple was slowly multiplying. \nWhen the time was right, and the original pair of Azure and Opal was about to gain both their third member, and cement their powers permanently, the Dream Mare launched a massive assault and razed the temple, killing or scattering the majority of their followers and stripping as much of their main transformation labs as she could. The two main goddess's were imprisoned while the third was left for dead in mid transformation, sealed in a misshapen block of solidified stone. Everything that could be taken from their temple and used for her own ends was spirited away and after several months of exhaustive new research and some minor experiments with much smaller scale creations, the Mare felt it was time to drain the few captured spirit crystals taken from the temple that held the majority of accumulated energy that was originally to have been used in the transformation of the third member of the trio, Obsidian. \n\n The Mare worked for over a year on what kind of form she would put together, finally settling on an amalgamation of several beings and the infusion of something she had not had previously. Some of her allies on the other side of the Iron mountains came to her with the remains of a strange creature that they claimed it's ship crashed in the northern territory, very close to the nightmare lands, and which they'd scavenged and brought to her. Having never seen such a thing as this being, with its hardened, armor-like outer shell and a very strange crystalline skeleton, the Mare was fascinated and paid well for the remains and decided to use them in her creature mix.\nShe took a detailed autopsy of its body and when she had learned all she could about it, she used parts of its tissue and skeleton in her project and after two very successful, small scale prototypes, she was confident enough to wait for the triple moons to begin coming into pre alignment, as she began her own full scale creation of a new, unique minion.\n She got far more then she bargained for....\n\n The creature she created was huge, towering well over 10 feet tall, had 4 arms, a tail that was nearly as long as it was tall, and weighted over a quarter of a ton; it possessed a much larger full scale crystalline skeleton just like the original, an enlarged cranium almost three feet long from chin to the rounded end, and an armored exoskeleton made up of segmented plates that covered the entirety of its body. It was surprisingly amphibious, being at home on either land or in the water, absolutely female, possessing the proper over-generous genitalia of such a being, and as far as the sexual aspects went, the Mare was immensely pleased that the being was remarkably extra sensitive in her initial tests.\nAt first she was slightly worried that its appearance might be more terrifying then seductive, but the creature displayed an unusually quick instinct for seeking out the opposite sex and seducing them, and its ability to weave latex webbing and traps of such proved to be quite useful in (at first) gaining her a number of new playthings. The Mare started sending her creation through the biggest piece of her mirror shard collection she possessed, sending it out into the night in the Real World to bring back choice victims to further feed her ever growing hungers.. \nBUT what she did not count on was that the remains of the pilot of the crashed starship that she had used in the infusion was from a race that was naturally gifted with extraordinary intellect.. something that the Mare inadvertently passed onto her creation, and the “monster” knew well enough to keep its exponentially growing intellect secret from its creator solely for the reason that it determined that if she knew how smart it both was, and was becoming, she might destroy it before it/she truly had a chance to live.\n\n For seventeen years the beast served the Mare in good stead, but in secret, it was quietly stealing into both her library and laboratories and nurturing its own fast growing intellect, having been born with an immense curiosity and a voracious appetite for the written word. \n It / she secretly taught herself several languages and even got chances to practice them when she sought out victims during the nights.. hiding in dense undergrowth in and around the local townships and when in the real world, stealing both victims and volumes of books and such.. anything that caught her eyes that would further her knowledge, and likewise would help the building of her own secret hive that was for her and her alone. \n It was during one of these trips that the Latex Queen ran into something she did not expect. It was late in the year and the city was getting cold... a little bit colder then she liked, but she knew she had a quota of victims to meet for the Mare's demands, and as such, she stole into a large four story apartment building and was intent on taking with her a particularly sweet smelling male fur that she had been secretly following for a number of blocks. She climbed up the side of the wall with the intent to slip onto his patio and then let herself inside and secure him and vanish into the night. What she was unprepared for the fact that he was actually blind, and while he didn't know he was being followed, the male fox simply continued his evenings routine and had returned to his home and secured it and decided to rest himself in the way he'd done for years prior after a good night's work... \n He played his baby grand piano. \n\n The queen had slid into his home without him knowing, as he merely thought he had left the patio doors unlocked and they'd just been blown open by a sudden strong gust of wind. He padded over and shut them while she hid behind the over sized sofa near the fireplace.. the warmth of the fireplace was comforting to her and she kept still and waited for when she believed his guard would be down completely. As she waited, the fox prepared himself some food and then took to his piano, having just picked up some new braille sheet music from several classical composers that he'd enjoyed; Mozart, Beethoven, and Bach...\nAs she crept round the couch with intent to seize him, he started playing and the music began to strike a resonance in her body's crystal skeleton.. a very powerful and beautifully sweet resonance... She had barely gotten a third of the way to where he sat, unaware of her presence, and it was by pure chance that a large fur rug was on that side of the couch right in front of the fireplace as well. The queen was utterly unable to move; caught by the music he played and the combination of the warmth of the fireplace on her body, and the very lovely feel of the soft fur rug she was now mostly laying atop. For over two hours she stayed all but immobile, listening to the heavenly music as it vibrated her body inside and out, her tail softly swaying behind her, and at times nearly swooning into such a state that if she wasn't actually fearful that he'd stop playing, she'd have taken him right there and then.. pushing him onto the furry rug, stripping his clothes off, and making him cum till he couldn't move.\n She was absolutely captivated. \n\n What she also didn't realize was that he was aware of her presence within the first hour of her lying there.. as he'd noticed that there was something blocking the flow of warmth from the hearth, and that she'd let slip a few soft little moans as she lay on the rug and pawed gently at it while rubbing herself with one of her lower arms and letting her mind wander as she let the fabulous music take her away and drift. He didn't know who it was, as he couldn't identify the very unusual smell of her body, but after an hour plus of playing, the fox figured that she didn't mean him any harm and simply continued to play. Because he was blind, his other senses were much more acute and he knew pretty much where the queen was at any given moment, and he was somewhat surprised that she'd stayed so long on the rug by the fireplace, obviously listening to, and very much enjoying his playing. When sleep finally called out to him, the queen had decided that she just couldn't touch him... he was too beautiful to bring to the Mare... besides.. She wanted him to play more. \n When he finally went to his bedroom to sleep, the queen remained on the rug and continued to enjoy the heat of the slowly dying fire and the rug and softly rubbing herself and remembering the spectacular new means in which he'd touched her in a way she'd never experienced before. When his home was silent, she quietly slipped away, closing the door of the patio behind her, not knowing that he'd been up and sitting in the shadows and listening to her move and then leave. He was rather confused as to who his strange silent visitor was, but after she left, he made his way to the patio and tried to figure out how she'd gotten up on the fourth floor so easily. With no answers as of yet, he simply went back to bed.\n For five more times, when she was sent into the real world to gain new victims, the queen made sure to do her errands first and secure the fresh captives in hidden spots inside the Mare's citadel, and then steal back into the city and find the fox's home and sneak into his living room and listen to the enchanting melodies he played on his piano while she quietly lay on the rug and enjoyed the fireplace and the peace of just being allowed to be in his presence. On the sixth night she visited, she found the patio door had been cracked a little bit, but the inside of his home was dark and quiet. The queen knew he should have been home either then or was about to be, and slipped inside to await him behind the couch on that familiar soft fur rug. When she slid up and laid down by the lit fireplace, she noticed something on the rug already.. It was a two page flier advertising a performance of the London Philharmonic Orchestra at a major theater just a few blocks away... it, a box seat ticket... and a single red rose with the words written on the flier ( which a friend had done for him ) of “please come...” \n\n It took her only a short time to steel herself from the cold and to follow his scent from the flier and the rose to the theater... it was troublesome for her to find a way inside without causing a panic by her monstrous appearance, but she eventually did find a way inside and by creeping through the upper rafters and the darkened hallways of the upper floors, she finally located her fox... sitting in one of the furthest side balcony seats with an empty chair beside him. She was both terrified and being eaten away by her own curiosity of what this place was and why he had invited her here. She waited till the lights had dimmed enough that shadows helped conceal her, and using a tiny bit of her own magical knowledge, she cloaked herself in a shroud of shadow to better hide herself and silently slid into the box with him, drawing the curtains closed and staying as close against the floor as she possibly could. The floor was carpeted so that was some comfort, as she was quite cold from stealing inside, but the moment she crept into his box and pulled the curtains, the fox reached out and moved the chair and simply greeted her, saying that he was worried she wouldn't get his note and show up.\n The queen was both terrified and amazed that this fox (who she now knew was blind.. she'd figured it out on her third visit) was seemingly accepting her so openly... She crept closer and moved the chair just a bit and tried not to flinch when he reached out his hand and managed to run his fingers across part of her latex-like skin. He drew his hand back and commented that she was like ice.. \n “ you must be frozen... you poor girl.. Here..”\n With that, he stood and drew his winter cloak off of his chair and tried to put it where he believed the woman was sitting.. he managed to merely drape it over most of her head.. She didn't mind. It was warm and it had his beautiful scent in it too, and was the first gesture of pure, heartfelt kindness she'd ever received. He tried to feel for her gently, but couldn't quite figure out why she seemed to be on the floor.. As he crouched and offered a hand, the queen retreated, now very worried what might happen if he found out he was sharing his box with a monster. \n The performance started and even tho he tried to coax her closer, she kept trying to find a way to retreat without alerting him or anyone else to her presence in the box. He gave up after a tiny bit and merely settled back into his chair and during the performance he talked to her at length. She was entranced by the music (as it was a performance with several very major piano pieces in it, all of which had a familiar effect on her body) and her worry and fear was quickly worn down during the two and a half hours. At the first intermission, she nearly panicked as the lights started to go up and she quickly weaved another spell of soft darkness, but in her doing that, she neglected to keep her eyes on what the fox was doing, as he slipped over into the chair beside her and put his hand on her head and began to stroke it softly.\n “... its all right.. please don't be so afraid... If anything, I should be the one to be afraid, shouldn't I ? I mean, you're not quite normal are you.. right? “\nThe queen was absolutely dumbstruck. HOW did he know? How COULD he have known he was sitting beside something that other fur's might well call a nightmare made flesh. It took the whole of the intermission and a good third of the remaining performance for the fox to finally coax her into getting close enough that he could feel her near him and could even occasionally touch her. Once the show was over, she stole out of the theater as fast as she could under the cover of her cloaking magic and waited for him in his home. He returned shortly and she was already next to the fireplace on the rug and cuddled close to the mostly out fireplace as she could get to try and warm herself up. The fox quietly built it back up and sat on the couch next to her and just talked to her for another few hours. \n The queen learned that sometime during her fourth visit, he had played so well that she had simply fallen asleep and didn't realize it, and it was during this time with the warmth of the fireplace and the rug, that he felt his way to where she lay and explored her body for over half an hour, trying to figure out who this mysterious visitor was. He did confess that his first thoughts were a bit fearful, when he found out just how huge she truly was.. and that her body was nothing like what he'd expected to find lying lazy by his warm hearth, but because she had caused him no harm on her past visits, the fifth one had proved she only wanted to share his fire and the music he played, that he then decided to take a chance and give her a real performance; hence the flier, the ticket, and the rose he left behind. \nThe fox guessed that she would be clever enough to find a way inside without anyone seeing her, and he was right. \n\n The queen didn't say anything else after he finished.. She didn't want to. She simply rose up and off the rug where she half lay and moved swiftly about his home, securing doors, making sure windows were closed and curtains drawn and then returned to him and gently pulled him onto the rug with her and showed him just how nimble her four hands were. He was to his bare fur in short order and even tho the queen was 'created' open and ready, that night she let the fox take her 'alien virginity'... if he wanted it. He was more then willing to give her the comfort and care of a willing lover that he sensed she'd never been given before. \nDuring the act of lovemaking, the queen cried tears of liquid black.. having never been touched so deeply before by so beautiful a soul as the fox. Twice he left her on the rug and went to his piano and played for her, and twice she hated to pull him back to her and give herself to him again and again because she loved his music, but she wanted to show him how much she enjoyed his acceptance of her monstrous self, and more so the unexpected kindness that he held in his heart. \n It was the first and last time she would hold him after she disappeared into the darkness the next night, having to return through the mirror before she was missed, because The Dream Mare had been watching her beast for hours beforehand and saw just what the creature was hiding from her. She knew her beast was quietly turning rebellious, but keeping this fox a secret was the last straw... The beast would learn her place, and it would cost her everything she held dear. Especially this blind little fox. \n\nWhen the queen returned to the Mare, she was told that for her past services she was to be rewarded... and then the floor under her disappeared. The queen dropped into a huge vat of liquid amber that, when her body broke the surface, the preservation spell that kept it heated and liquid was likewise broken, and before she could fight her way to the top, a secondary spell triggered and the fluid hardened into a solid block, trapping her inside. The Mare smiled as she approached the now huge block of amber, using a little magic to make its foggy yellow surface clear and clean, and looked at her now captive creation;\n [b][i]“ You were quite stupid in thinking that I wouldn't notice that you had been slowly holding out on me all these years my dear.. but to keep that sweet little fox from me.... and thinking that you were actually an equal in any way, shape or form... well that was your biggest mistake.. Now you, and he, shall pay for it. Enjoy your prison my one time creation, and I hope you enjoyed your time with him because you're never going to touch him... or anyone else... ever again.” [/i][/b]\n\n Before long the amber block was brought to the ruins of the Latex temple, and was all but sealed inside one of the partially collapsed rooms in what was once one of several underground levels; The Mare delighted in seeing the eyes of her beast move in abject helplessness, as the queen realized her punishment was to be buried alive. The hateful Mare revealed a small, but thick ring of brass that she'd etched several powerful, but temporary enchantments upon, and pulled and stretched it like taffy till it was well over 4 feet across, and then casually hung it into the air. Once there, the inside of the circlet began to mist over, and as the Mare chuckled and backed out of the area, her servants filling in the last few thick blocks of stone and mortar they were given to wall the queen in place. The inside of the fog in the circle cleared and the queen saw her beloved fox quietly standing by his patio door and looking out into the night for his latex visitor to come to him again. For what was obviously days and nights, time passed before her immobile body and eyes, as she watched the fox waited and played his piano for her again and again... Padding over to the rug in front of the fireplace and carefully feeling around for her in hopes she was there through the years, slowly growing older and older, till the viewing spell on the ring expired and the object shrank back to its original size and quietly clattered to the floor, leaving the trapped queen in darkness, with only the memory of her sweet fox having grown grey with age as he waited for her to return to his side and stared out into the nights that went by. She could only close her eyes and silently weep for what had been done to her, and by the circumstances, to him. The Dream Mare never so much as laid a finger on him.. she didn't have to. This was so much more terrible a punishment to the latex queen... knowing that if she were ever freed again, by the time she was, her fox would have long faded into memory during her imprisonment.\n\n [b] It would be two hundred and fifty years before her prison was found and the queen freed by the efforts of the Latex Trio... [/b]\n\n They and a few companions that were simply along to help explore the ruins under the temple during its continued restoration and expansion into the one time lower levels. The queen owes them a great deal for her freedom, and more so because she was unaware of the difference of the passage of time between the mirror world and the real world. In her eyes, over two centuries had passed, but in the real world, time flowed at a natural “fifth” of that speed. When she was finally freed, she was able to return to the world and seek out her fox, hoping for nothing less then to just find his resting place and pay her last respects.. She never even dreamed of what she would find instead.\n As she stole back into his apartment and found the familiar furry rug ( tho it was a different one, she cared little.. it was as warm and as largely inviting as the original, and the fireplace was indeed lit that chilly evening), she moved around the darkened home, taking care to light a few candles so she could see a teeny bit better and sealed the door to the outside patio to keep the warmth in. She even stoked the fire with a few more logs to make sure it wouldn't go out anytime soon and simply moved about, careful not to harm anything, and see what had changed during her long exile. New furniture, new pictures... new pretty artwork.. Even a new larger piano.. and while it wasn't quite the same scent she remembered, it had been a terrible long count of years, thus she didn't care. She was back. She simply got comfortable on the rug and pawed gently at it, again soaking up the warmth of the fire and the smells of the house that she had longed to see and step into again, her cherished memories flowing into her mind again of the time's she had clung to in silent desperation, to prevent herself from going mad during her torturous exile. But now she was truly free.. and could come and go as she wished... \n Once she had learned there was a chance he might still be alive, the queen dared to hope she might spend time with him in these last few years of his life.. and now all she could do was wait. She didn't mind. It was far far more pleasant of a wait then being trapped as she once was. Hours passed and the queen had fallen asleep, with her renewed dreams of what the two of them had shared.... so much so that she never quite heard the door opening and another fur entering the home.. and who, once he flipped on a soft light near the doorway, stopped in his tracks and stared at the incredible sight that was curled up in his living room. He was only just able to barely conquer his instincts to turn and run to alert the authorities as the huge form of the queen stirred and shifted, her body comfy and warm on one side, and she merely wished to warm the other, those massive shiny latex breasts shifting beautifully invitingly as she half rolled and got comfy again.\n The young fox had to strain somewhat to make as little noise as he dared, as he silently shut the door and secured it and then slipped off his shoes and padded into the back bedroom. A bit of digging into a hope chest gave him what he sought... as he then returned to the living area and silently seated himself at the piano... and began to play while reading the last few pages of a well kept journal that belonged to his father years before.\n It described in amazingly complex detail the huge beast that was lying on his rug, how her body was to his mind's eye as he first laid his hands on her while she slept, and then later, how she was to his actual touch when the two of them became extremely intimate after the performance. The young fox simply read and played, and watched as the huge creature's form began to move and her tail swayed in time to the music that again filled her ears and rang its lovers rhythm in her soul. He played for close to half an hour before she truly stirred and when she set her eyes upon him, her heart silently gave out with a cry of pure joy.\n \n It was her fox... HER FOX... as young.. as beautiful and as utterly precious and untouched by time as she had held the memory of his face so close to her heart during her imprisonment that she almost cried aloud when her vision cleared. Without any further words, she crawled slowly toward him and the piano, while the fox himself stayed steady, having read and re-read all that his father had said about her, and even that when she did return, that she “might” think he was himself, and thus to be ready for a rather “energetic” reception. The father also told him in his journal that the one thing she loved most of all was his playing... it rang in her body and showed in those crystal black eyes of hers just how much it truly touched her soul whenever he played... True he couldn't see it for himself, but he could feel it whenever she touched him as he played before. \n Now his son... a fur that was gifted far more then his father was, played for the creature that had again returned to touch his life and the memory of his deceased father once more. \n When the queen did crawl close enough to touch him, he again valiantly fought the urge to scream and run... she was colossal to his eyes.. far bigger then the journal's description had let on.. even tho it was staggeringly accurate on all accounts. She was simply “more so” in life then in words. She came up to his side and without any words just moved her head and half laid it on his lap, her upper arms gently curling around his legs and the bench as her lower two arms both supported her and one touched the piano and let its steady, soft melodies vibrate through her and it and the music washed away the centuries of pain, longing and loneliness that had almost eaten her heart to nothing. He paused when he felt something on his leg.... it was dampness... as he glanced down and she opened an eye to look at him.\n \n [b][i]“... please... don't stop. I have longed for centuries to hear your music again.. and its more beautiful then I remember... please.. please play more... “[/i][/b]\n\n The fox was surprised... she was even more gentle then the journal said she was, and she was with her head on his lap.. crying tears of liquid night as she softly touched and held his legs and tail. The fox merely smiled and played again and again for her, sending her into waves of joy, tears of relief and eventually was (with no small amount of effort) able coax her back to the rug where he could talk to her at length and tell her as he rested his hands, just who he really was.\n She again cried in his lap when she found that he was not her beloved blind fox... but was, instead his son.. as the father had passed away a mere 2 years before she gained her freedom. The remainder of the night was spent happily in her company, as the young fox was finally able to see with his own eyes.... and he COULD SEE... just who and what this mysterious being was that his father had described in his journal. The queen asked and he did confess that he had to likewise learn braille to translate his journal, it was effort that was well rewarded in what he found out, as his father had written in it for years before and after he met his mother and they had him as their child. His mother died in a car accident when he was 14, and his father did all he could to educate and teach him right from wrong, and it was only natural that he played for his child, and thus as the child grew into the man that she laid next to, the father became the teacher... and before long, the student surpassed the teacher and became truly gifted in his talents. The young fox confessed that he never suspected that the creature next to him was real... The bedtime stories he was told about the huge “monster” with the heart of an angel, and the discovery of what his father had written in his life's journal when it was translated were far more surprising then he imagined, let alone the actual female herself being in his living room and with her head on his lap as the night went on.\n Sleep eventually called out to the young fox, and even tho the queen prepared to leave, with the promise of returning again the next day, the fox was quick enough to slip past her and lock the patio doors and simply tell her that she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon.\n At first she was slightly annoyed at this, but the young fox simply went to the couch and with a little help from her, turned it to face the fireplace and rolled out the concealed bed inside and then fetched blankets for her... it was quite obvious he had his own mountain of questions and it was snowing outside and was so very late. She needed someplace warm and safe to rest, and his father would have been upset beyond words if he didn't extend to her the hospitality that he had figured she had been denied during her long absence. \n\n Breakfast the next morning and then the rather pleasing enjoyment of being “forced” to cuddle up against her large body ( and more so between her massive breasts with her lower hands gently holding / fondling his rump and crotch) gave the young fox plenty of time to ask her just what and who she was, and the queen confessed that she had indeed longed for someone to talk to during her time away. After a few skillets of eggs, potatoes and other assorted foodstuffs and drink, the queen was more then happy to reveal all she knew about herself....\n\n It was the start of a new life for the queen..... and her youthful, handsome fox...\n\n\n\n\n This sensationally fabulous piece of \"alien\" erotica made for me by the exquisite talents of this sweet wonderful artist\n http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tyrranaxh/ :icontyrranaxh:\n\n The Latex Alien Queen (my version) is mine and I love her.. Sashi138\n but you know the rules.. if you ask nicely.. or sneak by the guards into her quarters she *MIGHT* decide you're worthy of playing with too..\n\n... just make sure you have the time.. she gets so terribly upset when her toys try to leave before she's done with them... \n\n\n Inspired by the \"True\" Aliens/Xenomorphs © H.R Giger and FOX", "description_bbcode_parsed": "( This one is one of the older, but no less beloved, images in my FA gallery.  I hope everyone enjoys her )

Name: The Latex Hive Queen
Species: A unique form of gestalt creature that is reptilian, amphibian and humanoid with inlays of extra-dimensional DNA
Sexual Orientation: Dominant  (  strong willed and does not submit to any BUT will “work with” those she considers equals, such as the Latex Goddess Trio, to whom she feels she owes her life and freedom and William Kidd < the one who actually found and freed her from her Amber Prison  while helping the Latex Trio > )
Height: 11 feet 10 inches  (including 19 inches for her head frill)
Length: 22 feet from nose to her tail tip
Weight: 747 pounds ( very lush curves in 'certain' places)
Breast Size:  32Z (70Z) (same as XXX cup) (she truly has a massive pair of “beach balls” on her body )
Tongue Length: 14 inches; extremely prehensile and because of her natural latex-like saliva, its nearly always sticky and/or slick
Age: 304   ( standard Real World earth 'years' old )
Lifespan: (Special)  Due to the nature of the alchemical and magical types of experiments that were used to create her, The Latex Hive Queen is believed to be virtually immortal


Likes / enjoys: Soft, shorter furs she can 'nuzzle' into / against,  Classical Music and / or anything with a “gentle” soft rhythm for the most part, females ( they have their uses....), flowers, chocolates and / or most sweets (she ADORES almost anything minty, especially ice creme!), certain flavors of liqueurs that taste like candies or sweets, the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, books (she is a voracious reader...), piano music, warm fireplaces

Dislikes / Hates:  Ice and /or being cold (it makes her very sluggish the colder it is), total Immobility ( owing to her own imprisonment by the dream mare centuries ago), liquid amber, The Dream Mare, cages, chains and / or being kept captive, music that makes her skeleton vibrate in a 'painful' way (usually hard acid rock or rap)  

Kinks:  Latex mummification and restraint, equines with huge cocks and balls she can “drain” (or any male or herm for that matter that is very generous), writhing victims, muffled squeals and begging from her “toys”, being waited on for her whims, making latex “playthings” and milking her sexual victims into unconsciousness, Unicorns, Dragons, Pegasus (or any type of naturally magical male or herm she can 'eat' sexually, be it male or female in this case), The London Philharmonic Orchestra  ( “music to have fabulous sex and /or suck cock by...” ).
She has a very special place in her heart for male foxes and grand piano music.

Special Abilities:
  The queen is capable of generating seemingly limitless amounts of a natural substance that is both like silk from normal spiders, and likewise similar to latex in its elastic and adhesive properties.  This she can do from both her tail and from her lower hands through special natural slits in her armored body just behind and under the tips of her fingers; these slits have an inner lining of muscular tissue that she can flex to make the openings larger or smaller and thus regulate the amount of her webbing in both thickness and width as well as using it as slender like sheet lines, or as a spray ( the spray mostly from her tail itself), and it can be used as offensive and defensive function as desired.  In her normally relaxed state, the slits remain closed for the sake of keeping things (dirt, water or such) from getting into them.
  The latex she weaves can be created from either her lower hands in both wide or narrow woven strips, or as a continuous line of strands she can weave together for various purposes. She can also create latex from the phallic like end of her tail. Creation of permanent Latex Sex slave toys is something she can do, as she was made to do so while she was under the power of the Dream Mare.  She can create the aforementioned toys by immersing them in a large, pre-prepared vat of her own secreted latex and a small amount of a certain mixture of magical fluids and additives that she must personally mix with her own body (thus the vat is quite large).  The magical fluid takes 3 days to "stew" and when ready, the victims are immersed into it and it coats their bodies and molds their minds and desires toward wanting /nurturing a powerful desire of serving the queen's needs.
  Because of the nature of her centuries long imprisonment, and how she now feels that the two are similar, the Latex Queen WILL NOT create any other latex slave toys, unless those beings prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, to her, that it's something they want and that they will be loyal to her and her few friends and lovers for as long as they live.
  ( The transformation process will actually double their natural life span..)

   She is omnivorous, being able to eat both plant life and animal meats and through a strange bio-chemical process, she manufactures almost no waste matter whatsoever.   Her bio-system is incredibly efficient, being able to metabolize and convert to energy as much as 86% of everything she eats.   Any waste products are turned inside her body into the latex-like webbing she produces, and while the solids produce the webbing, the liquid waste is likewise transformed into the adhesive that accompanies it.   Part of her weight is from two large oval shaped bladders that are concealed along the small of her back ( where the kidneys would normally be) under some slightly thicker protective plates, and these two areas feed her hands and tail as she wishes through a tube like conveyance that produces when the organs are squeezed by numerous rings of muscular tissue that surround them.  The queen is likewise gifted with a special double respiratory system ( powerful gills are hidden in proper spots on her shoulders and neck and retractable webbing that she can “flex” into sight between all her major fingers, toes and such as needed) that makes her fully amphibious; she can breath easily on land as well as in water, and she can survive depths up to several miles below the surface without any special equipment.  Her natural body armor is both flexible, strong, and highly resistant to crushing or pressures and it and her crystal skeleton gives her immense strength and vast heightened physical sensitivity.  
   She can hear by both her natural ear vanes ( which are lengths of hidden mesh beneath small platelets that stretch for a full third of her cranium along either side), but because of her unique skeleton, she can also sense vibration through her body by touch and as sound waves through the ground that might be too weak to pick up by normal auditory methods.   Her other senses are likewise heightened, including her taste, smell and eyesight.  She can see into a number of different spectrum by simply concentrating and letting one of 2 different sets of membranes slide over her eyes; these specialized lenses let her see in infrared, ultraviolet, and amplify natural light so that she can see far better in total darkness then a normal creature would. The secondary inner eyelid is known as a nictiating membrane, which “grows” in the inner cornea of the eye, next to the tear duct.  Her eyes naturally appear to be shiny and even slightly damp and this is because her tears moisten the eyes and contain a variant of the chemical lysozyme, which protects against salt water and also destroys bacteria, thus preventing eye infections.    This also allows her to see into the deep green shades of the spectrum so that she is able to make out much greater detail and imagery then a normal creature would beneath the waves.  Because of the design of her head and the placement of her eyes, she is gifted with a 200 degree field of vision and when dealing with most targets straight ahead, she has binocular eyesight that under water can let her perceive targets up to half a mile away with amazing clarity.  On land her vision is so acute that she can make out details of an object at 3 miles away and she can spot and identify 6 targets the size of a small dog hiding amid the brush at two miles or less with ease.  

   She detests heavily cold weather and she isn't sure if her body could truly cope with some of the more deadly temperature extremes in remote parts of the world, as she fears that her armor might become dry and start to crack and break, but she knows that natural heavy cold weather will slow her down and if the temperatures are severe enough, will force her into a state of hibernation.   She likewise fears going too deep in very cold waters for a similar fear that even tho she could breathe, she'd fall into a hibernation like state and simply never be found again as she'd curl up instinctively and be essentially washed away with the currents and never be able to wake up.
  She honestly doesn't know if these hypothetical events and physical defects would be true, but she is in utterly NO hurry to test them to find out...  at least not without some extremely heavy preparations with some of her new friends and lovers beside her to protect her should something very unpleasant actually occur during the research to find out someday.

  Despite her somewhat reptilian appearance, she is a warm blooded creature thus she prefers warmer temperatures;  her utmost favorite temperatures are tropical to sub-tropical and she adores warm sandy beaches to be lazy on and warm tropical waters to bathe / swim in.    Her unusual biology makes her extremely resistant to toxins and poisons, and she has discovered that she can eat a number of venomous creatures that are native to both the Mirror world and the Real World with little to no side effects.. to her, such creatures venom add a bit of “spice” to the meal should she be so inclined to consume them.... tho she far prefers normal foodstuffs and domesticated meats, and does have a weakness for certain kinds of fresh vegetables and fruits and the Japanese dishes of Sushi and the slightly more deadly meal of “Fugu”.  This is simply because there's less effort in her needing to gain them by catching, killing and such, but she DOES enjoy hunting a lot, but even if she's unsuccessful (which is quite rare.. shes a VERY GOOD huntress), she can always “hit the grocery store or a drive thru”...
   Her teeth are dark bluish in color and like her skeleton, are formed from the special hardened crystal that makes up her inner structure.  They are extremely hard and sturdy and have been favorably compared to marble for their strength.  For the first few years of her life, The Dream Mare actually had a few furs that would both clean and even sharpen her teeth, as the crystalline base was discovered to keep amazing edges, and if carried to a logical end, her whole mouthful could become excessively deadly with the teeth cut and shaped to be sharper then a surgeons scalpel, but these ideas were quickly tossed aside as it give her speech a very unpleasant “raspy” accent and she kept slicing her tongue here and there and it was not quite conducive to the “sexual” seduction theme The Mare was trying to cultivate.  As it stands right now,  the queen has re-acquired a proper set of cleaning and shaping tools and such to ensure her teeth stay both healthy, shiny and sexually attractive without going overboard and her giving herself that “lethal” looking mouthful of pointy-ness.
    She also looks quite favorably on any fur that accepts her monstrous appearance and is willing to help clean her body at any given time, and help her get to those particularly “hard to reach places”.

  Origin of Creation

   The Latex Queen is a unique creation of the now deposed ( and permanently destroyed) Dream Mare that was made from a combination of stolen secrets from the (then) destroyed temple of the Latex Goddess Trio, and her own special collection of experimental slaves and creature's. The original intent was to create a special creature that would follow her commands and seek out and convert new victims to feed the Mare's growing hunger for energy and power, by both raw sexual seduction and outright kidnapping. Several attempts yielded either little or very poor results, but the Mare kept trying until she realized she lacked the full level of research that her hated rivals had achieved when the first of the Latex goddess Azure was created. She put several hand picked spies into their ranks and allowed them to continue to grow and build up their own power, with her eyes and ears secretly feeding her constant information and giving her more and more ways to point her own private research.   She was unable to fully stop the creation of a second success that lead to the birth of Opal, as she knew that with the second being having been brought into existence, the power base of the Temple was slowly multiplying.
When the time was right, and the original pair of Azure and Opal was about to gain both their third member, and cement their powers permanently, the Dream Mare launched a massive assault and razed the temple, killing or scattering the majority of their followers and stripping as much of their main transformation labs as she could. The two main goddess's were imprisoned while the third was left for dead in mid transformation, sealed in a misshapen block of solidified stone.   Everything that could be taken from their temple and used for her own ends was spirited away and after several months of exhaustive new research and some minor experiments with much smaller scale creations, the Mare felt it was time to drain the few captured spirit crystals taken from the temple that held the majority of accumulated energy that was originally to have been used in the transformation of the third member of the trio, Obsidian.

  The Mare worked for over a year on what kind of form she would put together, finally settling on an amalgamation of several beings and the infusion of something she had not had previously.  Some of her allies on the other side of the Iron mountains came to her with the remains of a strange creature that they claimed it's ship crashed in the northern territory, very close to the nightmare lands, and which they'd scavenged and brought to her.  Having never seen such a thing as this being, with its hardened, armor-like outer shell and a very strange crystalline skeleton, the Mare was fascinated and paid well for the remains and decided to use them in her creature mix.
She took a detailed autopsy of its body and when she had learned all she could about it, she used parts of its tissue and skeleton in her project and after two very successful, small scale prototypes, she was confident enough to wait for the triple moons to begin coming into pre alignment, as she began her own full scale creation of a new, unique minion.
      She got far more then she bargained for....

 The creature she created was huge, towering well over 10 feet tall, had 4 arms, a tail that was nearly as long as it was tall, and weighted over a quarter of a ton; it possessed a much larger full scale crystalline skeleton just like the original, an enlarged cranium almost three feet long from chin to the rounded end, and an armored exoskeleton made up of segmented plates that covered the entirety of its body.  It was surprisingly amphibious, being at home on either land or in the water, absolutely female, possessing the proper over-generous genitalia of such a being, and as far as the sexual aspects went, the Mare was immensely pleased that the being was remarkably extra sensitive in her initial tests.
At first she was slightly worried that its appearance might be more terrifying then seductive, but the creature displayed an unusually quick instinct for seeking out the opposite sex and seducing them, and its ability to weave latex webbing and traps of such proved to be quite useful in (at first) gaining her a number of new playthings.   The Mare started sending her creation through the biggest piece of her mirror shard collection she possessed, sending it out into the night in the Real World to bring back choice victims to further feed her ever growing hungers..
BUT what she did not count on was that the remains of the pilot of the crashed starship that she had used in the infusion was from a race that was naturally gifted with extraordinary intellect.. something that the Mare inadvertently passed onto her creation, and the “monster” knew well enough to keep its exponentially growing intellect secret from its creator solely for the reason that it determined that if she knew how smart it both was, and was becoming, she might destroy it before it/she truly had a chance to live.

 For seventeen years the beast served the Mare in good stead, but in secret, it was quietly stealing into both her library and laboratories and nurturing its own fast growing intellect, having been born with an immense curiosity and a voracious appetite for the written word.  
 It / she secretly taught herself several languages and even got chances to practice them when she sought out victims during the nights.. hiding in dense undergrowth in and around the local townships and when in the real world, stealing both victims and volumes of books and such.. anything that caught her eyes that would further her knowledge, and likewise would help the building of her own secret hive that was for her and her alone.
   It was during one of these trips that the Latex Queen ran into something she did not expect.  It was late in the year and the city was getting cold... a little bit colder then she liked, but she knew she had a quota of victims to meet for the Mare's demands, and as such,  she stole into a large four story apartment building and was intent on taking with her a particularly sweet smelling male fur that she had been secretly following for a number of blocks.   She climbed up the side of the wall with the intent to slip onto his patio and then let herself inside and secure him and vanish into the night.   What she was unprepared for the fact that he was actually blind, and while he didn't know he was being followed, the male fox simply continued his evenings routine and had returned to his home and secured it and decided to rest himself in the way he'd done for years prior after a good night's work...
  He played his baby grand piano.  

  The queen had slid into his home without him knowing, as he merely thought he had left the patio doors unlocked and they'd just been blown open by a sudden strong gust of wind.  He padded over and shut them while she hid behind the over sized sofa near the fireplace.. the warmth of the fireplace was comforting to her and she kept still and waited for when she believed his guard would be down completely.   As she waited, the fox prepared himself some food and then took to his piano, having just picked up some new braille sheet music from several classical composers that he'd enjoyed; Mozart, Beethoven, and Bach...
As she crept round the couch with intent to seize him, he started playing and the music began to strike a resonance in her body's crystal skeleton.. a very powerful and beautifully sweet resonance...   She had barely gotten a third of the way to where he sat, unaware of her presence, and it was by pure chance that a large fur rug was on that side of the couch right in front of the fireplace as well.  The queen was utterly unable to move; caught by the music he played and the combination of the warmth of the fireplace on her body, and the very lovely feel of the soft fur rug she was now mostly laying atop.   For over two hours she stayed all but immobile, listening to the heavenly music as it vibrated her body inside and out, her tail softly swaying behind her, and at times nearly swooning into such a state that if she wasn't actually fearful that he'd stop playing, she'd have taken him right there and then.. pushing him onto the furry rug, stripping his clothes off, and making him cum till he couldn't move.
     She was absolutely captivated.  

   What she also didn't realize was that he was aware of her presence within the first hour of her lying there.. as he'd noticed that there was something blocking the flow of warmth from the hearth, and that she'd let slip a few soft little moans as she lay on the rug and pawed gently at it while rubbing herself with one of her lower arms and letting her mind wander as she let the fabulous music take her away and drift.  He didn't know who it was, as he couldn't identify the very unusual smell of her body, but after an hour plus of playing, the fox figured that she didn't mean him any harm and simply continued to play.   Because he was blind, his other senses were much more acute and he knew pretty much where the queen was at any given moment, and he was somewhat surprised that she'd stayed so long on the rug by the fireplace, obviously listening to, and very much enjoying his playing.   When sleep finally called out to him, the queen had decided that she just couldn't touch him... he was too beautiful to bring to the Mare... besides..  She wanted him to play more.  
  When he finally went to his bedroom to sleep, the queen remained on the rug and continued to enjoy the heat of the slowly dying fire and the rug and softly rubbing herself and remembering the spectacular new means in which he'd touched her in a way she'd never experienced before.  When his home was silent, she quietly slipped away, closing the door of the patio behind her, not knowing that he'd been up and sitting in the shadows and listening to her move and then leave.     He was rather confused as to who his strange silent visitor was, but after she left, he made his way to the patio and tried to figure out how she'd gotten up on the fourth floor so easily.   With no answers as of yet, he simply went back to bed.
  For five more times, when she was sent into the real world to gain new victims, the queen made sure to do her errands first and secure the fresh captives in hidden spots inside the Mare's citadel, and then steal back into the city and find the fox's home and sneak into his living room and listen to the enchanting melodies he played on his piano while she quietly lay on the rug and enjoyed the fireplace and the peace of just being allowed to be in his presence.   On the sixth night she visited, she found the patio door had been cracked a little bit, but the inside of his home was dark and quiet.  The queen knew he should have been home either then or was about to be, and slipped inside to await him behind the couch on that familiar soft fur rug.  When she slid up and laid down by the lit fireplace, she noticed something on the rug already..    It was a two page flier advertising a performance of the London Philharmonic Orchestra at a major theater just a few blocks away... it, a box seat ticket... and a single red rose with the words written on the flier ( which a friend had done for him ) of  “please come...”  

   It took her only a short time to steel herself from the cold and to follow his scent from the flier and the rose to the theater... it was troublesome for her to find a way inside without causing a panic by her monstrous appearance, but she eventually did find a way inside and by creeping through the upper rafters and the darkened hallways of the upper floors, she finally located her fox... sitting in one of the furthest side balcony seats with an empty chair beside him.   She was both terrified and being eaten away by her own curiosity of what this place was and why he had invited her here.   She waited till the lights had dimmed enough that shadows helped conceal her, and using a tiny bit of her own magical knowledge, she cloaked herself in a shroud of shadow to better hide herself and silently slid into the box with him, drawing the curtains closed and staying as close against the floor as she possibly could.  The floor was carpeted so that was some comfort, as she was quite cold from stealing inside, but the moment she crept into his box and pulled the curtains, the fox reached out and moved the chair and simply greeted her, saying that he was worried she wouldn't get his note and show up.
 The queen was both terrified and amazed that this fox (who she now knew was blind.. she'd figured it out on her third visit) was seemingly accepting her so openly...  She crept closer and moved the chair just a bit and tried not to flinch when he reached out his hand and managed to run his fingers across part of her latex-like skin.  He drew his hand back and commented that she was like ice..  
 “ you must be frozen... you poor girl..  Here..”
 With that, he stood and drew his winter cloak off of his chair and tried to put it where he believed the woman was sitting.. he managed to merely drape it over most of her head..  She didn't mind. It was warm and it had his beautiful scent in it too, and was the first gesture of pure, heartfelt kindness she'd ever received.   He tried to feel for her gently, but couldn't quite figure out why she seemed to be on the floor..  As he crouched and offered a hand, the queen retreated, now very worried what might happen if he found out he was sharing his box with a monster.    
 The performance started and even tho he tried to coax her closer, she kept trying to find a way to retreat without alerting him or anyone else to her presence in the box.  He gave up after a tiny bit and merely settled back into his chair and during the performance he talked to her at length.   She was entranced by the music (as it was a performance with several very major piano pieces in it, all of which had a familiar effect on her body)  and her worry and fear was quickly worn down during the two and a half hours.  At the first intermission, she nearly panicked as the lights started to go up and she quickly weaved another spell of soft darkness, but in her doing that, she neglected to keep her eyes on what the fox was doing, as he slipped over into the chair beside her and put his hand on her head and began to stroke it softly.
 “... its all right..  please don't be so afraid...  If anything, I should be the one to be afraid, shouldn't I ?   I mean, you're not quite normal are you.. right? “
The queen was absolutely dumbstruck.  HOW did he know? How COULD he have known he was sitting beside something that other fur's might well call a nightmare made flesh.   It took the whole of the intermission and a good third of the remaining performance for the fox to finally coax her into getting close enough that he could feel her near him and could even occasionally touch her.   Once the show was over, she stole out of the theater as fast as she could under the cover of her cloaking magic and waited for him in his home.   He returned shortly and she was already next to the fireplace on the rug and cuddled close to the mostly out fireplace as she could get to try and warm herself up.  The fox quietly built it back up and sat on the couch next to her and just talked to her for another few hours.  
   The queen learned that sometime during her fourth visit, he had played so well that she had simply fallen asleep and didn't realize it, and it was during this time with the warmth of the fireplace and the rug, that he felt his way to where she lay and explored her body for over half an hour, trying to figure out who this mysterious visitor was.   He did confess that his first thoughts were a bit fearful, when he found out just how huge she truly was.. and that her body was nothing like what he'd expected to find lying lazy by his warm hearth, but because she had caused him no harm on her past visits, the fifth one had proved she only wanted to share his fire and the music he played, that he then decided to take a chance and give her a real performance; hence the flier, the ticket, and the rose he left behind.  
The fox guessed that she would be clever enough to find a way inside without anyone seeing her, and he was right.

 The queen didn't say anything else after he finished..  She didn't want to.  She simply rose up and off the rug where she half lay and moved swiftly about his home, securing doors, making sure windows were closed and curtains drawn and then returned to him and gently pulled him onto the rug with her and showed him just how nimble her four hands were.  He was to his bare fur in short order and even tho the queen was 'created' open and ready, that night she let the fox take her 'alien virginity'...  if he wanted it.  He was more then willing to give her the comfort and care of a willing lover that he sensed she'd never been given before.
During the act of lovemaking, the queen cried tears of liquid black.. having never been touched so deeply before by so beautiful a soul as the fox.  Twice he left her on the rug and went to his piano and played for her, and twice she hated to pull him back to her and give herself to him again and again because she loved his music, but she wanted to show him how much she enjoyed his acceptance of her monstrous self, and more so the unexpected kindness that he held in his heart.
  It was the first and last time she would hold him after she disappeared into the darkness the next night, having to return through the mirror before she was missed, because The Dream Mare had been watching her beast for hours beforehand and saw just what the creature was hiding from her.   She knew her beast was quietly turning rebellious, but keeping this fox a secret was the last straw...  The beast would learn her place, and it would cost her everything she held dear.   Especially this blind little fox.

When the queen returned to the Mare, she was told that for her past services she was to be rewarded... and then the floor under her disappeared.  The queen dropped into a huge vat of liquid amber that, when her body broke the surface, the preservation spell that kept it heated and liquid was likewise broken, and before she could fight her way to the top, a secondary spell triggered and the fluid hardened into a solid block, trapping her inside.  The Mare smiled as she approached the now huge block of amber, using a little magic to make its foggy yellow surface clear and clean, and looked at her now captive creation;
 “ You were quite stupid in thinking that I wouldn't notice that you had been slowly holding out on me all these years my dear.. but to keep that sweet little fox from me.... and thinking that you were actually an equal in any way, shape or form... well that was your biggest mistake..  Now you, and he, shall pay for it.   Enjoy your prison my one time creation, and I hope you enjoyed your time with him because you're never going to touch him... or anyone else... ever again.”

 Before long the amber block was brought to the ruins of the Latex temple, and was all but sealed inside one of the partially collapsed rooms in what was once one of several underground levels; The Mare delighted in seeing the eyes of her beast move in abject helplessness, as the queen realized her punishment was to be buried alive.  The hateful Mare revealed a small, but thick ring of brass that she'd etched several powerful, but temporary enchantments upon, and pulled and stretched it like taffy till it was well over 4 feet across, and then casually hung it into the air.   Once there, the inside of the circlet began to mist over, and as the Mare chuckled and backed out of the area, her servants filling in the last few thick blocks of stone and mortar they were given to wall the queen in place.  The inside of the fog in the circle cleared and the queen saw her beloved fox quietly standing by his patio door and looking out into the night for his latex visitor to come to him again.   For what was obviously days and nights, time passed before her immobile body and eyes, as she watched the fox waited and played his piano for her again and again... Padding over to the rug in front of the fireplace and carefully feeling around for her in hopes she was there through the years, slowly growing older and older, till the viewing spell on the ring expired and the object shrank back to its original size and quietly clattered to the floor, leaving the trapped queen in darkness, with only the memory of her sweet fox having grown grey with age as he waited for her to return to his side and stared out into the nights that went by.    She could only close her eyes and silently weep for what had been done to her, and by the circumstances, to him.  The Dream Mare never so much as laid a finger on him..  she didn't have to.  This was so much more terrible a punishment to the latex queen... knowing that if she were ever freed again, by the time she was, her fox would have long faded into memory during her imprisonment.

  It would be two hundred and fifty years before her prison was found and the queen freed by the efforts of the Latex Trio...

    They and a few companions that were simply along to help explore the ruins under the temple during its continued restoration and expansion into the one time lower levels.   The queen owes them a great deal for her freedom, and more so because she was unaware of the difference of the passage of time between the mirror world and the real world.   In her eyes, over two centuries had passed, but in the real world, time flowed at a natural “fifth” of that speed.  When she was finally freed, she was able to return to the world and seek out her fox, hoping for nothing less then to just find his resting place and pay her last respects.. She never even dreamed of what she would find instead.
   As she stole back into his apartment and found the familiar furry rug ( tho it was a different one, she cared little.. it was as warm and as largely inviting as the original, and the fireplace was indeed lit that chilly evening), she moved around the darkened home, taking care to light a few candles so she could see a teeny bit better and sealed the door to the outside patio to keep the warmth in.  She even stoked the fire with a few more logs to make sure it wouldn't go out anytime soon and simply moved about, careful not to harm anything, and see what had changed during her long exile.   New furniture, new pictures... new pretty artwork..  Even a new larger piano.. and while it wasn't quite the same scent she remembered, it had been a terrible long count of years, thus she didn't care.  She was back.   She simply got comfortable on the rug and pawed gently at it, again soaking up the warmth of the fire and the smells of the house that she had longed to see and step into again, her cherished memories flowing into her mind again of the time's she had clung to in silent desperation, to prevent herself from going mad during her torturous exile.  But now she was truly free.. and could come and go as she wished...
  Once she had learned there was a chance he might still be alive, the queen dared to hope she might spend time with him in these last few years of his life.. and now all she could do was wait.  She didn't mind. It was far far more pleasant of a wait then being trapped as she once was.   Hours passed and the queen had fallen asleep, with her renewed dreams of what the two of them had shared.... so much so that she never quite heard the door opening and another fur entering the home..  and who, once he flipped on a soft light near the doorway, stopped in his tracks and stared at the incredible sight that was curled up in his living room.    He was only just able to barely conquer his instincts to turn and run to alert the authorities as the huge form of the queen stirred and shifted, her body comfy and warm on one side, and she merely wished to warm the other, those massive shiny latex breasts shifting beautifully invitingly as she half rolled and got comfy again.
  The young fox had to strain somewhat to make as little noise as he dared, as he silently shut the door and secured it and then slipped off his shoes and padded into the back bedroom.   A bit of digging into a hope chest gave him what he sought... as he then returned to the living area and silently seated himself at the piano... and began to play while reading the last few pages of a well kept journal that belonged to his father years before.
    It described in amazingly complex detail the huge beast that was lying on his rug, how her body was to his mind's eye as he first laid his hands on her while she slept, and then later, how she was to his actual touch when the two of them became extremely intimate after the performance.   The young fox simply read and played, and watched as the huge creature's form began to move and her tail swayed in time to the music that again filled her ears and rang its lovers rhythm in her soul.    He played for close to half an hour before she truly stirred and when she set her eyes upon him, her heart silently gave out with a cry of pure joy.
 
     It was her fox... HER FOX... as young.. as beautiful and as utterly precious and untouched by time as she had held the memory of his face so close to her heart during her imprisonment that she almost cried aloud when her vision cleared.    Without any further words, she crawled slowly toward him and the piano, while the fox himself stayed steady, having read and re-read all that his father had said about her, and even that when she did return, that she “might” think he was himself, and thus to be ready for a rather “energetic” reception.   The father also told him in his journal that the one thing she loved most of all was his playing... it rang in her body and showed in those crystal black eyes of hers just how much it truly touched her soul whenever he played...  True he couldn't see it for himself, but he could feel it whenever she touched him as he played before.  
     Now his son... a fur that was gifted far more then his father was, played for the creature that had again returned to touch his life and the memory of his deceased father once more.    
   When the queen did crawl close enough to touch him, he again valiantly fought the urge to scream and run... she was colossal to his eyes.. far bigger then the journal's description had let on.. even tho it was staggeringly accurate on all accounts.  She was simply “more so” in life then in words.   She came up to his side and without any words just moved her head and half laid it on his lap, her upper arms gently curling around his legs and the bench as her lower two arms both supported her and one touched the piano and let its steady, soft melodies vibrate through her and it and the music washed away the centuries of pain, longing and loneliness that had almost eaten her heart to nothing.   He paused when he felt something on his leg.... it was dampness... as he glanced down and she opened an eye to look at him.
  
 “... please... don't stop.   I have longed for centuries to hear your music again.. and its more beautiful then I remember...  please.. please play more... “

  The fox was surprised... she was even more gentle then the journal said she was, and she was with her head on his lap.. crying tears of liquid night as she softly touched and held his legs and tail.   The fox merely smiled and played again and again for her, sending her into waves of joy, tears of relief and eventually was (with no small amount of effort) able coax her back to the rug where he could talk to her at length and tell her as he rested his hands, just who he really was.
    She again cried in his lap when she found that he was not her beloved blind fox... but was, instead his son.. as the father had passed away a mere 2 years before she gained her freedom.   The remainder of the night was spent happily in her company, as the young fox was finally able to see with his own eyes.... and he COULD SEE... just who and what this mysterious being was that his father had described in his journal.  The queen asked and he did confess that he had to likewise learn braille to translate his journal, it was effort that was well rewarded in what he found out, as his father had written in it for years before and after he met his mother and they had him as their child.  His mother died in a car accident when he was 14, and his father did all he could to educate and teach him right from wrong, and it was only natural that he played for his child, and thus as the child grew into the man that she laid next to, the father became the teacher... and before long, the student surpassed the teacher and became truly gifted in his talents.  The young fox confessed that he never suspected that the creature next to him was real... The bedtime stories he was told about the huge “monster” with the heart of an angel, and the discovery of what his father had written in his life's journal when it was translated were far more surprising then he imagined, let alone the actual female herself being in his living room and with her head on his lap as the night went on.
   Sleep eventually called out to the young fox, and even tho the queen prepared to leave, with the promise of returning again the next day, the fox was quick enough to slip past her and lock the patio doors and simply tell her that she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon.
   At first she was slightly annoyed at this, but the young fox simply went to the couch and with a little help from her, turned it to face the fireplace and rolled out the concealed bed inside and then fetched blankets for her...   it was quite obvious he had his own mountain of questions and it was snowing outside and was so very late.  She needed someplace warm and safe to rest, and his father would have been upset beyond words if he didn't extend to her the hospitality that he had figured she had been denied during her long absence.

 Breakfast the next morning and then the rather pleasing enjoyment of being “forced” to cuddle up against her large body ( and more so between her massive breasts with her lower hands gently holding / fondling his rump and crotch) gave the young fox plenty of time to ask her just what and who she was, and the queen confessed that she had indeed longed for someone to talk to during her time away.   After a few skillets of eggs, potatoes and other assorted foodstuffs and drink, the queen was more then happy to reveal all she knew about herself....

              It was the start of a new life for the queen..... and her youthful, handsome fox...




  This sensationally fabulous piece of "alien" erotica made for me by the exquisite talents of this sweet wonderful artist
  http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tyrranaxh/  :icontyrranaxh:

  The Latex Alien Queen (my version) is mine and I love her..  Sashi138
  but you know the rules.. if you ask nicely.. or sneak by the guards into her quarters she *MIGHT* decide you're worthy of playing with too..

... just make sure you have the time.. she gets so terribly upset when her toys try to leave before she's done with them...


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