"Living Fursuit"
By Michael "Rex" Wolf
Copyright 2010
rexbeowulf[at]yahoo[dot]com
Keywords: Adult, M/M, mind control, M-solo,
animal costume, fursuit, entheogen
My name is rather unimportant, for there
are others out there like me. But, as you
humans need some kind of moniker for me to
go by, and to protect my loving friend whose
identity I take over, you may call me SC.
I have always existed. I am older than this
world you humans know. There are a number
of free spirits like myself, some of whom
you have seen, as I know you have seen me.
We come out only at certain times to be among
you humans. There are only a few of you humans
that we make ourselves known to, at least
in who we really are. We have to, because
for us to enter the lives of humans, to bring
them joy and happiness, to fulfill their
fantasies, and more importantly to bring
happiness to scores of other humans, we have
to make ourselves known to what you would
characterize as our "makers."
A human whose spirit I have long been intertwined
with created a visage for me many years ago.
He envisioned my appearance, and even gave
me characteristics, similar to my own, to
allow himself to fantasize about my existence.
This was a gifted and deserving human who
longed for me enough to allow me to take
physical form among humans.
This is the story of my "birth"
in physical form, told by me through my "maker"
upon whom I bestowed the wisdom to give me
form, and the knowledge of my existence to
tell my story to you.
Unfortunately, it takes a lot to give my
kind form. Hundreds of years ago (in your
human measurement of course,) we could take
form through simple fashioning of masks and
garments bestowed by the wearer in ceremonies
and single spiritual venture using various
herbs that opened your human minds enough
to invite us into your world, to allow us
to take your physical form. But today, the
spiritual practices have been pushed aside
by your, heh, 'civilization.' Now you have
to have "money" to pay someone
to make garments, you call them costumes,
or, my favorite, "fursuits" to
bring us into your world. But the spiritual
aspect once shared by a great many of your
ancestors is largely gone.
The human through whom I appeared was one
of the rare exceptions among you. A "furry,"
he often "prayed" as it were, secretly
wishing, even fantasizing, that I would take
physical form around his body. It was a fantasy
he shared with my maker (in the physical
sense, you'd call him a what...fursuit builder
or something) one day. Neither of them knew
I really existed, but the seed was planted
to answer my human's dreams.
And so, this human called upon my maker to
create a costume...oh, sorry, fursuit, to
bring me forth, to give me form, to allow
me to take this human's body and use it to
give myself physical form. He is one of the
rare among you who wanted me to control his
body fully, to live among you and entertain,
make you smile, make you laugh. I longed
for a human to again wish me into existence
this way. I'm really not that big into being
controlled myself, it makes the experience,
well, less fun for everyone, even the body
I surround.
The maker was skilled. I had previously entered
the human world through more primitive costumes:
masks of wood, fur of foxes who had died,
though never at human hands - this was a
practice I deplored, and is why in a way
I'm glad humans started making costumes out
of this synthetic fur. I entered the maker's
dreams at night, and stayed in the back of
his mind while he was making me, to be sure
I had some level of control over my physical
form. Unfortunately it is rather difficult
to achieve the correct balance of control
and inspiration. Too much control, and the
maker's results would be questioned and the
maker could be at risk for some mental or
emotional issues because they wouldn't really
know how they did what I had them do. But
too little control and too much reliance
on inspiration and my form would be far from
what I wanted it to be. And for this human
whose body I would use, my presence was to
incorporate sexual elements, a rare treat
for me. I'm one of the rare spirits who loves
sexuality, and thoroughly enjoy expressing
it with the human physical form, something
not often enjoyed with the fox form.
And so it was that my maker set about to
give me physical form. In human experience,
6 months is a long time; but for me, it was
a mere moment in time. And at the end of
that 6 months, I did indeed have a beautiful
physical form. I instructed my maker to don
me himself, so that I could be sure I liked
my physical form, and that it would be adequate
to allow my, let's call him my host, sufficiently
connect with his vision for my physical form.
The results were great. The sleek grey fur
of most of my body was wonderfully contrasted
with the black paws and white belly. My face
was better than I had in physical form in
hundreds of years. I have to say it again,
I do love these modern costumes, makes the
wait for a suitable human by which to take
form worth it. My maker gave me an articulated
jaw, another feature I just loved waiting
for which some of my brethren had shown me.
To open my mouth, to see myself speak was
incredible. And my sheath... The wolf spirit
I knew who had inspired my maker to create
these sheaths did a damn fine job of instilling
a vision in my maker of how to give us sheaths
that made the sexual experience something
to really look forward to. In my previous
manifestations, the only way I could feel
my organs was through human touch upon him
or herself, or through intercourse. But to
feel my organs inside a proper sheath again
was simply wonderful. I got distracted admiring
myself and didn't notice my maker donning
a pair of shorts over me, and when I used
my loose connection with his mind to determine
why he was putting on the shorts, I remembered
that being out among humans required a level
of modesty I hadn't yet gotten used to. I
knew my host was a horny little devil, and
hoped I'd get to experience physical sexuality
again soon.
And so, with my body being complete, came
time for me to manifest upon my host. My
host really wanted to submit to my presence,
to physically take over his body, not just
manifest around him and let him control me.
In these modern times, there were few humans
who could do this without the aid of herbs
to open their minds to our world. So I put
the idea in the head of my maker to try a
particularly strong herb that I had already
inspired my host to practice with. Before
he started making me, I contacted my host,
and inspired him to discover this particular
herb, and to make contact with me through
it, so that he could become comfortable both
with the herb and its effects, as well as
with the idea of being my host. I introduced
him to the herb before he commissioned my
maker, just to be sure he could actually
handle the herb, and allowing me to fulfill
his fantasy of letting me control his body.
Sexuality is much more fulfilling in my world
than in your human world, but I have to admit
I longed to experience physical sexuality
again.
Because of the nature of my host's fantasy
to let me take full control of his body,
and because his desire was so strong, I wanted
to be sure he would have the best experience
possible. I made sure both he and my maker
know how this would best happen, for me,
in costume form, to remain unseen by my host
until after I manifest upon him the first
time. My host was to put on the costume in
total darkness. He would know he was putting
on a costume, but would not see me. My maker
had prepared the room where I would take
over my host, removing any clutter, and cleaning
the full-length mirror. I hadn't taken physical
form in a long time, and I wanted to be sure
I didn't hurt my host by tripping on something.
I even had my maker cover the floor in anticipation
of any mess I would make using my host's
body for our mutual sexual pleasures.
So, in complete darkness, my maker put me
on my host. I acted as my maker's eyes so
he could see what he was doing, making sure
my left paws went on my host's left hand
and foot and not the right. He zipped my
host into me and then placed my head on him.
It was time.
The herb was introduced. It went to work
quickly on my host and I was able to take
control in no time at all. Of course, it
helped immensely that my host was willing.
Alas, I had physical form.
Seeing my "body" made was one thing,
but seeing myself in this form was a very
intense experience. My host was enjoying
it as much as I was, and it seemed he wasn't
experiencing any shock or rejection. I noticed
our erection came almost immediately and
quite intensely. The maker had conveniently
provided a lubricated sheath, which I, being
a fox in physical forms at various times
during my existence, appreciated immensely.
My host seemed quite excited by it. While
I had full control over his body, I could
sense and almost feel him wanting to reach
for our cock inside my sheath. I had the
same urge, and since I controlled the body,
I controlled any stimulation. And oh how
good it felt to reach my paw to my sheath
and feel my throbbing erection, even if it
wasn't what I was used to, anatomically speaking.
I had been staring at myself in the mirror
the maker had provided, and realized my maw
was agape in expression of the pleasure of
the moment. Indeed the articulated jaw was
a special touch to the fursuit.
I made a conscious decision, and scanned
my form from ears to toes. The maker had
done an excellent job of capturing my form.
The quality of fur he chose not only looked
good, but felt good too. The maker gave the
fursuit pawpads, but it was I who gave feeling
to those pads, and running them across my
fur was a sensation I hadn't felt in many
years. The eyelids on my face were just real
enough to give my toony visage that balance
of realism that was enough to convince even
me that when my host blinked his eyes, my
form's eyes blinked as well. No servos and
actuators were needed here to convince me
my eyes could blink. My nose was molded rubber,
which again contrasted well with my overall
cartoonish look. I could almost see my nostrils
flare and gather moisture as I breathed through
them. My chest fur swelled with every breath
I took.
The whole experience was wonderful, and I
could feel it as overwhelming, but in a pleasurable
sense, to my host. The effects of the herb
would only last a short while, but it was
intense enough, and I could help drag out
the experience long enough to make it worth
a lifetime for us both. My host was having
a bit of difficulty with the experience from
a mental perspective, but I was able to put
his mind at ease, with the gracious help
of my maker who remained present and willing
to help in any way possible. Without having
to communicate directly to him, likely because
of the previous conversations we had in his
mind on the subject, he had already perceived
the need for him to intervene.
"How do you like being inside SC?"
'It's wonderful,' my host replied mentally,
but he could not speak it. So I spoke for
him, saying "He says he is enjoying
himself."
"Let me know if you guys want some help
there" he replied.
Our level of excitement soared at the very
notion of such action on his behalf. I wasn't
a bottom, and my maker knew it from our conversations,
and I knew he was dominant in that sense.
But my host was submissive. An interesting
dilema - a dominant spirit surrounding a
submissive body in the presence of a dominant
assistant. Thoughts of scenarios and fantasies
flashed through my mind and I could sense
the same of my host. But this was where my
maker demonstrated initiative. He sat on
the bed behind me, and put his arms on my
shoulders and nudged backwards. I instantly
knew what he was trying to do, and my host's
level of excitement soared once again at
the thought of the maker being the one to
stimulate us as I took a step backwards and
leaned against my maker.
"You guys just relax and enjoy"
he said as he moved his hands sensuously,
slowly, down my fur and to my sheath. He
reached further and grasped my host's cock
within my sheath. Here is where I was granted
greater benefit in this than my host, for
I shared the bodily sensations of my host,
but had the benefit of having the sensations
of the fursuit as well. And the feelings
were incredibly intense. I wanted to close
my eyes instictively, but because I knew
my host wanted to see, and because I too
wanted to see; I kept them open, and stared
as my maker stroked my sheath and our cock.
I kept my form busy, moving my paws over
my body and face, allowing both my host and
I as intense a visual experience as the sexual
one we were afforded by my maker, which of
course increased the overall pleasure of
the experience. The maker continued stroking
us while I continued to enjoy my body physically,
and my host could enjoy it visually as well
as physically, though not near as much on
the physical plane as I could, for such intensity
would be too much for him.
The experience, already more intense than
my host had ever before had, and that I had
experienced in a great long time, was starting
to peak. I could feel our balls churning,
not only because my maker was fondling them
with one hand while stroking us with the
other, but because they were building for
release. A great pressure had built in our
prostate as well, a signal to me that this
was going to be an intense one. My maker
could sense our approaching climax, and he
graciously pulled my sheath down exposing
the tip of my host's cock. Hell, even I was
enjoying a similar experience to my host
now, seeing his cock where I felt my own.
Rather than seeing this serving to trigger
release, it merely initiated the orgasm.
This was intense, and I was shaking, visibly.
The orgasm continued to build. My vision
was becoming dark as the feelings of the
orgasm overwhelmed both mine and my host's.
The orgasm began to force us deep into the
experience and we forgot about the visual
experience of seeing my host trapped inside
of me. And then the world exploded. Out of
a corner of our present reality, I could
hear my maker whisper "holy shit"
as we came. From this same corner of the
reality we were on the edge of, I could see
a streak of white, my host's cum, shooting
up and striking the mirror at the level of
my muzzle, two feet from where I stood. I
guess that was the cause of my maker's quiet
exclamation.
The orgasm lasted for minutes, but seemed
to last for hours. It became our only existence.
In those mere moments, my host and I connected
as never before. We shared memories. We shared
fantasies. We shared the experience as two
humans never could, on a spiritual plane
that overwhelmed the physical one. From the
feeling of his cum surging through his cock
and out into the air, to the pleasure which
surged through our body combining us further
until we both had fur, muzzle, paws, tail,
and sheath.
The orgasm now beginning to dwindle, I felt
us coming back, ever so slowly, to the wonderful
reality we were experiencing. I was very
glad my host could hanlde this particular
herb, because for those who could, it made
this part of the experience quite unforgettable.
Of course, I gained benefit from my host
using this herb too, as I could not meld
with a host with more intensity than this
and maybe a few other herbs or tools could.
The most intense part of the experience over,
I realized it was time to say goodbye to
both my host and maker. I turned around and
gave my maker a big hug, even as I was beginning
to let my host have more control over my
form, as he entered more into the picture,
consciously that is. And my host continued
to hug my maker.
"Thank you," I whispered into my
maker's ear as we embraced him.
"Yes, thank you, thank you both"
my host responded, in the same voice, in
the same ear; but now his solely his voice
rather than under my control.
My maker responded. "Turn around, enjoy
the time you guys have left." I'll be
in the other room if you need me, okay?"
He stood up from the bed, embraced us one
more time, and left the room.
My host, now in more control of our form,
turned towards the mirror and sat down on
the edge of the bed. His cum was still streaming
down the mirror. "Damn," he said,
"I can't believe I...I mean we came
that hard." Holy shit. It's definite
evidence of how intense this experience was."
'For both of us' I quietly told him in his
mind.
Thank you so much. I have really enjoyed
our mutual experience, and meeting you, and
everything...it was...well, intensely wonderful."
Will I get to see you again?"
'Whenever you put me on, some part of me
will still be here. How much of me is up
to you.
"Oh, that's good" he replied.
I remembered that he would be wearing me
to conventions, and hopefully in public places
where I could entertain people again. 'I
love being around people, making them happy.
I hope we can do a lot of that' I told him.
"Definitely. I have always loved fursuiting,
and I can only imagine how much more fun
it will be with you there with me. I also
want to do what we just did again once in
a while. Do you think we can?"
'Most assuredly' I told him.
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