The golden afternoon light poured through the tall windows of the cabin, warming the wooden floor and casting lazy beams across the living room rug. On the couch, Ryan leaned back, cradling a sleepy Flareon in his arms. Her fluffy body was draped across his chest, her tail flicking occasionally as he absentmindedly stroked behind her ears. The fire crackled softly nearby, and everything felt calm. Peaceful.
But not for Astrape.
Across the room, seated stiffly on the edge of a cushion, Astrape the Jolteon watched with narrowed crimson eyes. Her fur twitched with restrained static, and her claws fidgeted in her lap. The way Flareon nestled into Ryan's chest, the way his fingers toyed gently with her thick fur, the low little giggles she made when he kissed the top of her head—every bit of it made Astrape feel like she was about to short-circuit.
Why her? Why does she get to cuddle him like that?
Astrape's own body, though leaner and more angular than Flareon's, still had plenty of curve—especially around her hips and chest. But no one ever called her "soft" or "cozy." Her spiky fur and volatile energy scared people off. Even Ryan, sweet as he was, always kept a little distance when it came to affection. A quick pat on the head. A nod of praise. Never… cuddles.
Never touches like that.
She felt heat creep across her cheeks—not from frustration, but from something far more embarrassing.
She wanted to be touched like that.
No, she thought, rising suddenly. I'm not sitting here and sulking about it. If Flareon gets to throw her fluffy body at him, then so do I. But if my fur's the problem...
She rushed down the hall and into her room, locking the door behind her. A plain cardboard box sat beside her bed—discreet, simple, and dangerous. She had ordered it a week ago, after a long night of watching Flareon fall asleep on Ryan's chest while she curled up on the floor like a dog.
She ripped the box open and pulled out the outfit inside—a latex bodysuit, bright yellow like her fur, with jet-black accents running along the hips, chest, and thighs. It shimmered under the light, glossy and tight. There was no way to hide anything in this—it would mold to her like paint.
Astrape's ears drooped a bit. "This is so dumb," she muttered, already slipping out of her hoodie. "He's gonna laugh. He's gonna freak out. He's gonna think I'm insane."
She paused halfway through pulling on the skintight outfit. Her toned legs were already squeezed in, the glossy material making her thighs look even plumper than usual. Her chest was next, and she sucked in a breath to zip it up. The suit stretched tightly across her bust, squeezing and lifting her breasts in a way she definitely wasn't prepared for.
When she looked in the mirror, she blinked—and then blushed violently.
It was… hot. She looked hot. Her spikiness was smoothed out by the latex. Her waist was narrow, her hips were full, and her chest practically bulged against the glossy black V shape over her front. Her tail swished nervously, already building a little static against the suit.
"I'm doing this," she whispered. "He's gonna look at me. He's gonna want me. Just like Flareon."
Heart pounding, she crept back into the living room.
Ryan was just stretching, having gently laid Flareon down on a pillow. He looked up—and froze.
Astrape stood in the hallway, fidgeting with her hands and trying not to squirm as the suit squeaked against her every movement. Her breasts were nearly bursting out, her thighs hugged tightly by the glossy latex, and her entire body shimmered like she had been oiled up for a magazine shoot.
"A-Astrape?" Ryan sputtered, his voice cracking. "What are you wearing?!"
She flinched. "I-I just thought… you always cuddle Flareon, and you never cuddle me, and you said my fur was too spiky, so I—"
Ryan's face went redder than a Cheri berry.
"I wanted to be soft," she blurted. "Just once. Just… hold me, okay?"
Ryan stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the very clearly outlined shape of her breasts beneath the latex. He coughed into his hand, trying not to look too hard, but his eyes kept drifting right back to her chest, her hips, her thighs—
"I mean, I-I'm not complaining," he mumbled. "You, uh… wow. You look… different."
Astrape shuffled over to him, face blazing. Her chest squished against his as she practically fell into his lap, wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling up tight.
"I feel stupid," she muttered, hiding her face in his neck. "Do you hate it?"
Ryan slowly, carefully wrapped his arms around her back.
"No," he said softly. "You feel… warm."
Astrape shivered. Her tail flicked behind her with a quiet squeak of latex.
"You always hold Flareon like this," she whispered. "I wanna know what it feels like."
Ryan's hand slid gently up her back, the sound of latex squeaking between them as she wiggled just a little to get closer. Her thighs straddled his, her chest pressed tightly into him, and her breath was hot against his ear.
"I always wanted you to touch me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want you to look at me like you look at her."
Ryan's throat tightened. "Astrape, I… I didn't know you felt like this."
"Of course you didn't," she said, lifting her head slowly, cheeks flushed. "You never look at me long enough."
Her lips were inches from his now.
His hands gripped her hips—accidentally at first, but once he felt how soft and tight she was in the suit, he didn't pull away. His thumbs brushed over the curve of her waist. She gasped faintly, her ears twitching as a jolt ran through her.
"I feel everything in this thing," she said breathlessly. "Don't grab unless you mean it."
Ryan swallowed hard.
"Do you mean it?" she asked, voice trembling. "Do you want me?"
He looked down at her—the blush on her face, the heat in her eyes, the way her chest rose and fell against his. And then he nodded, slowly.
Astrape didn't wait. She leaned in and kissed him — quick at first, then slower. Her body trembled as her latex-covered curves squished tighter into him, her arms wrapping behind his neck as her tail sparked with pleasure.
When she pulled away, panting, she smiled through her blush.
"Now that's the kind of attention I deserve. Hug me more master and call me a good girl!"