ESSENCE

	By Monocrome 
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Disclaimer: This is a furry-fic, containing latex fetishism, body alterations, 
domination, and other grown-up stuff.
If you are under-age, or find reading this kind of material offensive, go read 
something else.
This fic contains characters created by Sebastian Rubbermage, used with his
permission. Go and see his site at bastianmage.com. Don't steal this without
the express written permission of the writer, ie. me.
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Two persons speak with each at the back-room of "Sebastian's magic shop".
One of them is Sebastian himself and other one is young, and rather agitated
bull-boy. In the table near them lies several empty wrappings, bearing logo of
Sebastian's shop.

Pointing the stuff in the table, boy speaks to Sebastian in fierce voice.
"Look I'm tellin' you, that you are behind All This."

Sebastian sights.
< These bulls are always same: hot-tempered, quick to jump conclusions, without
bothering to explain things. >

Sebastian looks at the boy under his brows. Because this boy had insisted, he
had agreed to hear him out. So far his ranting hasn't made much sense.

"Could you slow down, and tell me what exactly is this all about? I confess 
that these have contained my merchandise, but how it relates to you?"

"They have everything to do with this. They are the reason why my girlfriend is
missing!" bull-boy continues with fierce tone.

Crossing his hands Sebastian sights once more. 
"Calm down, How about if you could start from the beginning."

After taking deep breath (witch is Very deep, because it's bull's chest after
all), he begins to speak.

"I met nice girl while ago. Her name was, I mean IS Mei Akai. We got really 
well together, so we began to spend time with each other. She had just came to
town, and was looking for a job. Maybe you had heard him?" -Boy asks hopefully.

Sebastian shakes his head.
"No I haven't. But you could introduce yourself."

"Uh I did kinda forgot didn't I?" Bull-boy says little embarrassed.
"My name is Tim Collins."

"Nice to meet you Tim. proceed with your story."

"Like I was saying we got really well together, but problem was that I was bit
low on cash myself, so it made living bit difficult. So we exchanged numbers,
and promised each other to see later with more savings. I worked like crazy for
a while, for our future. Next thing, I get invitation to cafe. And not even any
our regular places, just some cafe."

In this point, Tim falls silent. Patiently Sebastian waits until bull-boy get
himself back together.

"When I met her, she was cold and distant: completely different than what she
used to be. She said she had gotten a job and wanted to get on in her life. For
that reason we should stop seeing each other. She didn't answer any my
questions, and coldly refused to speak from the issue."

Sense of disbelief shines from Tim's voice.

"I didn't believe she could change so much in so short of a period, so I
followed her into some fancy private hospital. Imagine my astonishment when I
went to ask what ward she worked, they flatly denied that any such person was
on their payroll. When I insisted to see someone in charge, they called the
cops. I was thrown out, but I didn't leave subject to that. I did some
searching, and found those wrappings among the paper trash."
Tim ends his story apparently pleased to himself.

Sebastian looks at the wrappings at table, and then boy.
< He seems clearly proud of his detectiving. Someone with less stubborn
character had given up, but bulls ARE bullheaded. AND, he seems to be telling
the truth. >
Out loud he says: "These indeed are products from my shop, but what does that
prove. All my customers are private people, I don't recollect to selling
anything to any hospital, private or otherwise."

Tim's previously brash behaviour suddenly vanishes. Meekly he responds.
"I was hoping you could manage to arrange things so that I could see my girl;
by your possible contacts, or... other ways."

The way Sebastian looks Tim, it's obvious he doesn't have a clue what Tim's
talking about. Then Erica whispers something about Sebastian's ear. After
this brief exchange of words, he looks again at Tim.

"I think understand what you are implying. I have think about this, so I have
to ask you to come back after we have closed for business. Erica will let you
in from the back door, when you come."

		*		*		*

When Tim later appears in the back door of Magic Shop, he acts more timid manner 
than earlier. Erica opens the door for him, asking him to follow her. Walking
behind Erica towards back-room, Tim can't avoid looking that latex-clad feline
body swaying in front of him. Erica looks him over her shoulder, fully aware
what effect her round body has to Tim. Thankfully it's short trip, ending
before any uncomfortable ideas take form in Tim's mind.

Once they get in the back-room, Erica blends in the back-round, leaving stage
to Sebastian. In between them is a table, and on that several items.

Hands folded behind his back, Sebastian addresses Tim.
"I have given some thought to these accusations of yours; and they seems
plausible. However, if I go and accuse them in public, they can always deny
everything. In such case, all I would get would be lot of bad PR."

Hearing this, Tim's face falls. Then he opens his mouth to object. Sebastian 
raises his hand to silence Tim's objections.
"That would happen if I would act publicly. I don't like if my inventions are
misused. I do have my own ethics."

"So what can we, or I for that matter, do?"

"Now we came to part that you hinted earlier today," smiles Sebastian. 
"If source of all this is in the hospital, you have to get inside."

Second thoughts harry Tim's mind. Coming to Sebasian's shop he thought he was
prepared for this. But now when he is facing the subject...

"Hh - how can I be sure that they will hire me?"

Leaning back Sebastian says casually: "Based on what you told me, they probably
have very active employment policy. Ultimately it is, of course, up to you. Or
are you trying to tell me you're chickening out?"

Annoyed at Sebastian remark, Tim snaps back: "of course not!"
 
Sebastian smiles inwardly.
< Boy has backbone, just as I thought. >
Then, at loud in businesslike voice he continues: "Very well, then. But don't 
think I'm doing this for free. I expect to payment from my services."

Erica comes and leans into Sebastians elbow.
"He Will get his payment, one way or other, believe me."
Somehow Tim believes it. Erica's statement doesn't contain any malice, she's
just stating a fact.

"I uh, understand."

Then, more than little nervously, Tim asks: "So how we continue from here."

"By magic of course, how else?" Sebastian states. "Our unknown opponent seems
familiar with my merchandise. But they are just items I created, whereas I am
fully trained rubbermage."

He walks around Tim, inspecting his body, as he speaks.
"Well, not bad start. Firstly I have to ask you undress."

"Here? Now?"

"Yes right here. This isn't time to start act prude." Sebastian says little
irritated. "Besides my magic won't work otherwise."

When Tim undresses, the fact that he has hard-on, comes plainly visible.

Somewhat embarrassed, he turns away from Erica.

"There is now need to be shamed of your body's natural responses. Besides Erica 
has seen fair quota of male appendages." Sebastian says with friendly voice, at
the same time when he lifts up Tim's both hands in vertical position.

"Now, hold them there."

Sebastian backs up, and Erica comes with skein of shining metal-grey line. This
she ties it under his arms, then she rounds it all up over him. Once she's 
fihished Erica backs-up, making way to Sebastian. Tim notes with relief that 
she leaves his erect cock at peace.

Sebastian concentrates and begins to move his hands in round movements over his 
chest. Slowly but surely, pair of breast begins to take shape out of the line
covering his chest. Lastly Sebastian pinches both of them, twisting his hands
at the same time, making pair of nipples appear.

The whole act causes vague erotic feelings to rise in Tim's mind. When breast
grow big enough to fill Sebastian's hands, that feeling intensifies. He can
feel them as vivid as any other sensitive part of his body.

"You can lower your arms now," Sebastian says as he retreats little farther
from Tim.

When he lowers his arms, it causes breasts to rise little higher. There's new
tightness in around his armpits. Tim flexes his hands, and then gropes his 
newly acquired parts of body; softly at first, but them at heavier hand.

"Can I try too," Erica says quietly into his ear.
Startled, he turns his head, and sees smiling Erica. Her comment makes Tim
blush; he didn't intent to use so much time in groping his breasts.

All this time Sebastian has patiently waited him to finish; he had clearly
anticipated Tim's reaction to his new bodily measures. Then Sebastian turns and
takes box from table. From the box he takes small pink ball. He gives rest of
the box to Erica, who puts it back into the table. Holding it between thumb
and index-finger, Sebastian shows it to Tim.

"This is toy-ball pellet. Soft-air guns, used in toy-ball games, use them.
Unlike full-size Toy-balls, these are able to change only a small part of a
body."

Sebastian places the small ball at the root of her penis, which has serious
hard-on. Then he 'shoots' it with his finger. Instantly ball begins to spread
quickly covering his penis. This too is very sexually stimulating; it feels
like someone gently massaging his manhood. Slowly it spreads to cover his hips.
The goo spreads, and along with it cool tingling feeling. As it spreads to her
backside, he gets momentary shivers, as goo invades his asshole. It begins to
flow into it, but then suddenly goo reverts it flow leaving his ass open.

Tim hardly notices this, because he sees his manhood beginning to shrink like
deflating balloon in itself. Instead of vague erotic feeling he experienced
earlier, this one is near-orgasmigal experience. Twinge of pain mixes into it,
as his penis continues to deflate. It sinks further into his pelvis, leaving
hole between his legs. But the feeling doesn't end, it continues, until
churning between his legs produces shiny new clit to his crotch. Tim doesn't
even need to look, he just knows it's there.

As Erica swipes sweat from his upper torso, Sebastian states with proud tone of
voice: "Now you have basic trappings of a woman. To your own good, I blocked
more intense feelings caused by transformation."

< More intense... if that wasn't intense, I don't know what is. >

"Also your_other_hole is left free, so you can eat and don't have to starve to
death."

Tim quickly banishes images that his words conjure in his head. He has lot to
cope even without those kinds of thoughts.

Sebastian looks him once more to head to toes.
"Your short brown hair will do nicely for a woman, and you also have nice
well-build legs. Bit make-up, and boys will fight you."

"And few girls too," Erica adds eating his body with her eyes.

"Now I have done my part. Rest is girls-stuff, which I leave in the capable
hands of my assistant Erica." And so saying Sebastian leaves the room.

Erica picks up shaver from the table. She walks next to Tim and turns it on.

"Now we have to some fine-tuning," Erica explains to Tim, as she began to shave
his legs. "Girls have shorter and softer hair than men, so we start there."

Slowly she shaves his whole body, taking her time in quiet way. Once that is 
done, Erika runs her hand along his body. Tim finds the newly shaved, short 
hard stubble itching.

Erica notices that too. "Itches, ne? Don't worry, it won't for long; because
next we are going to soften up your fur."

She puts shaver away, and begins to spread milky-white thick ointment to mitten
in her other hand. She then wiggles other mitten on single-handedly, because
she has ointment in the other. Rubbing mittens together, she spreads ointment
into both of them. Erica begins to rub ointment to Tim's fur, again beginning
with legs.

"This will soften your fur," Erica says along the way, while applying the
ointment. "It also slows considerably growth-rate of the fur; and as a side
effect, it hides your furs original coloring."

The treatment makes practically his whole fur tingle, but Erica's seemingly
capable hands make it bearable, almost comfortable experience.

Hands to her hips, Erica looks her handiwork: "Excellent. Now, all that is left
is make-up."

Erica sets Tim beside table, and puts up mirror in front of his. From the
mirror pale-furred, brunette cowgirl stares back. All maleness has utterly
vanished as a result of Erica's treatment. Even her eyelashes seem longer.

"Now pay attention because you have to do this by yourself from now on, as long
you stay as a woman."

Erica applies make-up, commanding Tim from time to time: Close your eye, squint
your eye, now the other eye, purse your lips, etc...
When she's finished, whole lot different girl looks from mirror; as a man Tim
would not need to ask twice to go out with girl in the mirror!

Erica looks over Tim's shoulder, hugging him.
"Boy, you look good enough to eat."

"Now for the clothes."
Erica dresses Tim into relative low-heeled shoes, ("So you keep in your feet.")
long leather skirt forcing Tim to take small steps, his old shirt, and a short
brown leather-jacket. His breasts stretch shirt to its limits, showing clearly
which sex he's body represents.

One thing wonders Tim: "Where you get the clothes?"

"Oh, they are items left to the store," Erica answers vaguely, while she
arranges his new set of clothes. Because she apparently isn't going to give him
any better answer, Tim drops the subject.

Then Erica stands up. She looks Tim critically, walking around him.

"Wha - what's the matter?"

"I don't know, something amiss, somethings."

Suddenly enlightenment fill Erica's face
"Of course! Why didn't I noticed it sooner!" She says, snapping her fingers.

Erica takes small bottle from the table. "Open your mouth."

Tim does so, and Erica sprays something into his mouth. Tim's palate and
throat goes momentarily numb.

Erica waits for a moment, before saying: "Now try to speak."

At first Tim can't get a word at his mouth, his voice wavers like boy who's
having breaking of a voice. When he finally gets something understandably out
of his mouth, pitch of his voice has dropped several degrees. Surprised,
Tim blocks his mouth with both hands.

"Isn't it neat invention. This spray flexes vocal-cords, so your voice drops
accordingly." Erica grins at Tim in good-humored way. "You can't have girl
with low voice like yours."

Tim tries to speak again carefully. It doesn't hurt or anything, but it
sounds strange to his own ears.
"I think that I have change my name too, to go with my new looks."
Tim rolls several names at her tongue, trying to find one that sounds good to 
his ear: "Tabby, Tish, Trish, Trishia, Tammy... Tammy... Hmm... Yes, that's
sounds good: I will call myself Tammy."

"Well, Tammy, best of luck to you." Erica wishes, when she escorts Tim out of
back door. "And one more thing, Don't get too exited of you new body."

"Whys that?"

"Because you can't get orgasm in your present state. Only Sebastian can grant 
it to you, by changing you back to you original state."
So saying Erica waves to Tim behind the back door, before closing it.

First time after committing himself into this task, Tim gets feeling that
all might not be so easy, as he had imagined at first.

		*		*		*

In the very next morning, Tim goes to seek new apartment which he could rent in
the name of his new personality. He finds nice already furnished two-room
apartment from reasonable distance from hospital's neighborhood.
Rest of the day Tim spends becoming accustomed to his new outlook. There's lot 
to be taken consideration; it takes a while that Tim won't blush just by taking 
deep breath. But evening Tim feels that he has gotten accustomed his new body.

At the next day when Tim walks toward the hospital that presumably has his
girlfriend. He still has difficulties to adjust to outsiders reactions to his
new body. Hospital locates in fancy part of town, so residents here look sharp
and good-looking. Despite this Tim's body turns few heads, as he walks towards
hospital.

"I guess this is good sign," Tim thinks. "But I'm not used to this kind of
attention."

Then finally he arrives at the Hospital's gates. The building is well-kept,
older structure, built in usual steel-n-glass-style office building. It stands 
in the back-end of equally well-kept park. Taking a deep breath Tim steps under
sign that says: "Silvermane's Private Hospital." Park is very quiet; only 
visible persons are couple gardeners mending the walkway.

"Excuse me, would you show me where employment-office is."

Female raccoon gardener, who's been sweeping the walkway, raises her head and
looks Tim for a while. When she does that, Tim sees she's wearing tan vinyl
face-mask. Then, without saying anything, she points the left-end of
hospital.

Thanking her, Tim walks in the direction of which she had shown. There, in the
far corner of the house, is door with sign: "Employment".

"Well, here goes nothing." Tim says to himself stepping inside.

'Inside' holds small room: in front of him is room-wide desk, right from him
stands stylish sofa and to his left is door that is slightly ajar. Apart lone
Bunny-girl in nurse's outfit sitting behind desk, room is empty.

Hoping that he doesn't sound too nervous Tim asks: "I heard that this hospital
has open vacancies."

Bunny-girl raises her head, from something hidden unseen behind the desk.
"Do you have appointment?" she asks chewing gum.

"No I don't."

"Then take this form, and go to that room to fill it."
She points towards door that is ajar, and hands Tim form and pencil. After that
she seems to forget his existence, turning to back what she was doing before 
he came in.

Tim takes form from nurse-bunny, and goes into side room. Room's only
furniture's are table and two design chairs. In the wall hangs couple
paintings about hospital.

Tim sits down, and looks at the form. "Now I've had it! I don't have any
kind of medical knowledge."

So Tim chews the pencil, trying to invent way to get out this mess, when he
suddenly comes aware of presence of another person. He looks up, and sees male 
dog with droopy ears standing there, hands in doctors coat.

"Good day to you young lady. Do you find form difficult to fill?" Doctor says
flashing shining smile to Tim at the same time.

Tim sits there momentary stunned, but then remembers reason why he's here.
Batting his eyelashes Tim says in coy voice: "Well, a little."

Looking him to a face Tim feels himself blushing involuntary.
< Even the guy does look quite handsome, Get a grip of yourself! > Tim mentally
himself chimes.

Little too friendly, the man takes Tim's both hands into his, raising himself
up from chair.
"Let me introduce myself: I am doctor Civil, and I'm charge of employment. 
Let's leave paperworks for later, we can start with physical examination."

Tim nods his agreement, and Doctor leads Tim out of room. Walking past the desk
where bunny-nurse sits, they go trough the well camouflaged door into the room 
that looks like regular consulting room.

Doctor opens door to him, and they step into corridor that is bustling with
activity. What little Tim can see about staff, seems to consist good-looking
females; He might has a chance to actually get in!

Before long they came to a door, with doctor Civil's name stenciled into a
brass-plate.

"Please step in," doctor says keeping the door open for Tim.

Nodding for thanks, Tim enters the room. Inside is furnished as you would
expect for doctor's appointment room: Examination table, filing cabinets, big 
writing's desk, etc. Doctor closes door behind them, and takes closer look at 
Tim's body.

"Now, would you please undress to bra and panties, so we can start the
physical?"

Tim does so, and good doctor starts to groping his female body. Tim tries to
moan in right places, and tries not to get too excited because Sebastian had
warned him. He finds out that new parts of his body are very acute to touch,
and situation is running out of Tim's control.

Luckily good doctor stops before things go that far. Were this been normal
examination, he would surely had noticed some odd details in his body, but
doctor Civil has clearly more that just academic interest in female body.

"You seem to be in fit form, and very sensitive." Doctor Civil says to Tim 
after the medical exam. "When can you start?"

<"What? just like that?">

"Um, tomorrow."

"Fine, we will deal with paperwork later. Dress up, and I'll give you tour
around hospital."

When Tim is still dressing up, someone enters the room. He's in dead angle
behind the door, so newcomer don't see Tim right away.

"I came to see if you could go to lunch with me, doctor dear," Friendly female
voice says behind the door.

She shuts the door behind her, leaning her back into it. Then she sees Tim.
Standing up, she continues in more regal tone of voice: "Oh I see. You have
job interview going here."

"Ms. Tammy, may I present miss Silvermane; head nurse and member of an board of 
governors of this hospital."

"How do you do," Tim says in a way he hopes sounds respectful.

Ms. Silvermane just nods, and looks Tim over her glasses. Under those deep gray 
eyes Tim barely notices Ms. Silvermane's silvery fur, or cobalt-blue ponytail 
swinging behind her. 

When she has inspected Tim enough, she turns toward doctor Civil, who leans
casually to his desk.

Voice of Ms. Silvermane rises into neutral tone. 
"You seem to be busy, so I postpone our lunch to other time," she says, 
indicating towards Tim.

"Since I'm here now, I might as well show new girl around. That is if you
Finished here." Tim images he can hear slight tone of irony in her voice.

"No, we are quite finished here, you can do what you want with her," Doctor
Civil says stroking his hand trough his hair.

"Then, shall we miss?" Say's Ms. Silvermane pointing toward door.

Choice of their words in that exchange of words added to the fact that she had 
had plans to share her time with doctor, not him, are enough to make him little
nervous. So when Tim steps out of the door, which Ms. Silvermane keeps open to 
her, he keeps an eye towards her. But she acts civil towards him during the 
tour. What he has to do as a work, isn't anything very difficult; watching over 
patients of some special ward. Ms. Silvermane explains to him that patients 
there need extra privacy. Tour ends in the dressing room. Tim gets locker for 
himself, and two uniforms.

"You have quite large frame, but our hospital has large collection of sizes,"
she explains as wardrobe-nurse finds right size for him.

"Here, I think this one will fit you," wardrobe-nurse says.

When Tim accepts them from nurse, Ms. Silvermane asks if she would try it on,
so they can see that it really fits.

< "Well, it can't hurt." >

So Tim takes suit out of the box; its pale-blue in color, like others he has
seen. What he hasn't been able to see, is that it's made of PVC.

"That is because PVC is durable and easy to kept clean," Wardrobe-nurse 
answers, when Tim asks about it. These aren't probably only reasons, but Tim
won't press the issue under Ms. Silvermane's eyes.

Tim poses in uniform for a while. After he had changed back to civil-clothes,
Ms. Silvermane takes her to the Reception. There he gets temporary ID-card
for hospital.

"You get proper ID-card shortly. All personal is required to wear one at all
times, and losing one s card will lead disciplinary actions, so don't lose
yours," She warns him.

"I promise to keep good care of mine." 

"See your tomorrow morning then." And with that she turns and walks away.

		*		*		*

When Tim walks out of the Hospital's main door, he's thrilled.
"I made it trough, and got out in one piece."

When I go trough walkway, park around the hospital is silent as when I fist
came to here earlier this morning. Just outside of the hospital-grounds I see
feline girl standing there, dressed in red vinyl raincoat and large
wide-brimmed vinyl hat. As she raises her head I recognize her.

"Erica, what brings you here?"

"Hi there. Mind if I walk with you."

"Please do."

Erika grasps me by the arm, and we began to walk down the street. The fact that 
we are (or at least look) both girls, makes me bit uneasy. Apparently Erika 
senses me tensing up, because she looks up to me.

"Relax; there's nothing wrong two gals walking together," She assures me
smiling mischievously.

Trying to sound casual I ask: "So why the welcoming party? Are you going to
collect your payment from my skin?"

Erika lets out small giggle. "No silly, Sebastian send me to find out how you
job-hunting went."

"Well I got outta in one piece, and  I think I even managed to impress someone
important. It might be useful to have contacts inside."

Erica nods her head.
"Also I'm here to tell you that you don't need to tackle this all by yourself.
If you run into problems let us hear from you."

"Gotcha."

"And watch your language," She says frowning her nose. "Nice gals don't speak
like bulls straight from the stable."

We walk onwards making some idle chatter. Then we come into crossing of two
streets, Erika lets go Tim's arm.

"Now that I have delivered the words of wisdom, I must depart. Don't fret
about the bill, Sebastian will arrange something."

She throws flying kiss towards me, raises collar of her raincoat, and vanishes
into street-crowd.

 		*		*		*

In her first day of work, Tim comes to work late. Reason for this was make-up. 
It had seemed considerably easier when Erica had done it, but in the end he had 
made it trough. Fortunately Hospital had sliding work hours.

Tim found easily enough his ward, and spend first day learning his duties.
These are simple enough; keep ward in order, and see that any unauthorized
people doesn't wonder in. Far harder was to be used to being address as a 
woman. When he got over from initial nervousness of his little adventure, he 
was able to relax and get to know his colleagues.

His job was easy enough and, what he heard from others, so had others in his
level of work. Another thing that connected them was that most of them had
outstanding looks, and only few had any medical knowledge. Job-wise this was
easy place; He had lot of free-time on her hands, and PC with net-connection
to waste it. For lazy People this would had been an ideal job. But one in such
position as Tim, it only made him feel uneasy. His mother hadn't raised him to 
be slacker.

 		*		*		*

When first salary arrives, It feels surprisingly large, considering what he did 
for it. Even so not much was left of it when Tim had paid the rent of his flat, 
and the flat that he had rented as a Tammy Johnsson. He spend his time offs in 
front of TV, drinking beer. Salary reminded that he had spend better part of 
month, and in that time found out very little concerning his lost girlfriend.

So in the next day, he sets to work. Hospital staff had access to patient
database in order to keep track of patient in their care. Using the password
of other nurse, trick he had learned from his previous job as a desk-clerk,
he looked trough the files for anything unusual. Nothing much out of the
ordinary; Relatives of rich families had reserved bedsides, and paid the bills. 
Only thing was that all of them were quite young, and not age-old members of 
families, as one would expect them to be. That much he was he was able to put 
together in between the lines.

He then got into staff-files, in the pretext that he wanted to check out his
resumee, but the was dead end too. All there was to say, was mention of her
rejected job application. From his colleagues rumouring, he found out that 
just recently Ms. Silvermane had been in Very Close relations to certain nurse 
Marlene, even in off-duty. Marlene has been somewhat shy and rather plain
spaniel-girl, and some said that the signs of affection of Ms. Silvermane had
overawed her. Furthermore, rumours said that this relation had ended abruptly,
in to the disappearance of her.

As intriguing these rumors where, they didn't get him any closer to whereabouts 
of his girlfriend. And this frustrated Tim.

Perhaps more direct course of action would get better reactions. If there was
something fishy going on, it needed accomplices. All he had to do is find one
find one, and put him in the wall. That way he might found something out. Only 
problem was to find such a person. So he decided to spend couple days to search 
for suitable victim Only that it founds him first.

		*		*		*

When I got into my shift, there was note waiting for me. According to it, in
routine inspection, there was new kind of hospital virus found. As a
precaution every member of staff will receive extra vaccination. Then there
was info about where and when.

"I guess I have to go, if I'm going to keep my cover."

So I went to given time into room stated in the note. There was two people
present: nurse called Sandy, and Ms. Silvermane. Her presence was bit of a
surprise to me, but Sandy worried him more. She was tigress, and like other
her kind, owns quick temper and quite lot muscle-power.

"Good morning Ms. Johnsson, and I apology we have to meet in such unpleasant
circumstances," Ms. Silvermane speaks to me. "If I could ask you to this bed."

When I tried to sit into bed, and begin to raise my sleeve, Sandy said in far
more rudely: "No, not like that. Take off your skirt, and lay there on your
back ass up."
To emphasize her words sandy slaps bed with her hand.

I do as told, and settle in the bed into quite humiliating position. Sandy 
slaps me couple time in the ass, and stuck needle unceremoniously into it.

"Stay there for a while, and let it spread," Sandy says, slapping my ass once
more, keeping me still with her other hand.

I yell something in protest, but it went to dead ears. In position like this,
she has the upper-arm, so I stayed still. Time passed, and I begin to feel
relaxed. So relaxed in fact, that I barely had strength to move my eyes.

She noticed this, and turns her head to speak to Ms. Silvermane, who'd been
in the back all this time. "Doctor, it's begin to take its effect."

Doctor! In all time I've had been here, I had been unable to call her with that 
title. But now, that woman stands up and walks with slow steps where I am lying.

"Good. Fetch the bed pan and then you can go."

Sandy puts bed pan between my legs, and then leaves the room. Purpose of it
soon comes clear to me, as my rectal muscles loose up releasing their load in 
the bowl. Ms. Silvermane goes somewhere to dispose it, and comes back. First,
she wipes my ass and her hands. After that she settles me to my back in the 
bed. My whole body has gone numb, and I can't raise single muscle against her. 
All I can do is look straight up to the ceiling, when she handless my body like 
piece of meat. Lastly, she draws sheet of latex over me.

"Gowd, you're so obvious. I set you up, and you walked my trap eyes wide open." 
Haughty tone in her voice is evident. "What you got is powerful and fast 
effecting muscle relaxant. It paralyzes your voluntary muscles, but doesn't  
effect un-voluntary ones. Its effect wears off pretty fast, but it won't matter 
in this case."

Ms. Silvermane walks behind my back outside my line of sight, and begins to
push my wheeled bed onwards.

So I look as slightly blurred ceiling goes by. She pushes me into more dimly
lighted corridor, where we stop. I can guess by the sounds, that we are
waiting the elevator. And indeed it is one, but not one of these huge ones
where you can fit three beds; side by side. Instead this is smaller one, just
large enough for one bed.

		*		*		*

There is no way I can say sure, but if this elevator isn't slower than others
in this hospital, I'd say we are top floors now. Ms. Silvermane pulls my bed
out of the elevator, and we proceed onward in the hallway that has more ornate
ceiling, and more intimate lighting compared to bright hospital halls. Voice
of her heels is muffled too, so there's mats probably covering the floor.

Then, from behind me, her face comes into my line of sight.

"We are nearing the end of your investigations."

She opens door, and wheels my body in. Ceiling of this room is bare, and I can
again hear her heels clacking in the floor. When she begins to move my body, I 
catch a brief glance of some apparatus that lies next to my new bed, and 
another bed behind it.

She handles my body with obvious ease; obviously she does this often. Finally
she folds off sheet that has been covering me, and pushed the wheeled bed off
the room, leaving me to stare ceiling again.

"This is one bad place you have got yourself into," I chime myself. "She got
you like young calf by the nose-ring."

		*		*		*
Ceiling is medium gray in color, and in the long run, very boring to look at.
So when I find that I can close my eyelids, and turn my head, I feel greatly
relieved. When that feeling fades, I realize that paralyzing effect is wearing
off. For a brief time dare to dream that she had done some miscalculation, and
I could escape. But then familiar steps, that I hear, crush my faint hope.

I open my eyes and see her walking towards me, with syringe in her hand, small
pale-blue ball in the other. I also see her self-satisfied look, and realize
she did this in purpose!

As she goes around behind my back, I hold myself against coming shot, that
won't come; instead of that my toes began to tingle.

< "This feels familiar, but from where?" >

As that feeling spread to my feet, I remember; it felt like this when Sebastian 
molded my body to female form. With an effort I turn my head, and try to crane 
my neck to see what's happening my legs. To my surprise she helps me out, by 
supporting my head with her hand. What I see, is something unbelievable. My 
legs have swollen, and turning into pale-blue inflated latex.


"They say that the change is quite pleasurable," she says. "Too bad you gonna
miss it."

Then she presses smelly cloth into my face. After short struggle I lose my
consciousness.

		*		*		*

I regain my consciousness as a latex doll, leaning to the wall spread-eagled, 
hands stretched to the sides. It seems that I'm still in the same room, or
then there's more than one room with those weird twin-tables.

I have plenty of time to get accustomed to my new body. I can't move apart
slight wobbling, and can't utter a sound. As for my remaining senses, I find
out that transformation has heightened them considerably: I can hear clock in
top of filing cabinet across the room, and see name-tags on it. I decide to
stand still, because any movement sends erotic vibes down to my spine.

I must got bored and dosed off, because I wake into squeezing of latex and
hissing of air pump. As I focus my vision, I see brown-furred blond she-fox
messing with inflatable-doll similar to me.

"... you said that somebody will come after you. Well let me show to you your
shining knight."

< "That voice, and the way she acts, She's certainly Ms. Silvermane." >

She walks where I stand, and holds the doll in front of me.

< "Yes, those eyes are unmistakable, It's her." >

"Look at her. She's certainly shining, but not much a prince," She snickers.

I shift my attention to doll in front of me. Our looks meet, and somehow I can
detect sign of intelligence behind those large unblinking eyes.

"Now that you two have finally met, it would be rude to separate you two," She
says as she put other doll beside wall, taking me with her. "So I'm gonna unite 
you two, or more precise your body and her essence."

So I got one more opportunity to inspect the ceiling above two-seater bed. Soon 
I began to feel that something is pulling "me" out of this body. It's as if I'm 
being sucked into something or somewhere. Whatever it is it robs all my sensory 
input from me; I can't hear, see, touch, or smell anything at all. After some 
amount of time, I began again feel pull into somewhere. I can't sense any 
transition-phase, but suddenly I have body and senses again.

Touch especially comes back extremely acutely; just hands that are holding me
are enough to give me willies! As I get past that feeling, I find that my body
proportions have changed. It seems shorter, and my legs are bend and my hands
are in front of me, so I look like some begging doggie.

Then face of Ms. Silvermane appears in front of me.

"How's you like your new body," she asks smirking. "You better become used to
it 'cause your going to spend time in it 'till I'll get bored."

She has lost that cultured tone of voice she normally uses, sounding now more
like vixens in the red light-district.

She put him under his arm, carrying him trough the door into the next room. 
That room looks like comfortable furnished office room. Unlike previous room
this one, has large windows, where early evening light falls into the room.
Tim notices furry spaniel-girl furry-doll, sitting in the large windowsill at
far side of room, leaning into cat girl-doll right next to it. Ms. Silvermane
puts him down into the floor, right next to them.

"Sit tight, your lady friend will accompany your shortly," she says. 
Leaving me there, she walks back to the room where we had come from. Not long
after that, wave of ecstasy shoots trough me from crotch up to spine. Only 
thing I can do is to so I try to endure it, hoping it will pass soon.

I'm still swimming in after-wave of this weird tele-orgasm, when Ms. Silvermane 
comes back carrying herself, doll that looks like my earlier body. She puts it
leaning against the wall next to me, and kneels down to my level.

"You felt something like orgasm, didn't you?"

She tickles latex dolly between the legs, and I immediately feel something in 
my crotch too. Still looking my crotch, she says: "Nice thing about this 
technology is that when you transfer ones essence to another body, and then 
give stimulus to that body, that body's original owner feels it too. I tell 
this to you, so you know what to expect."

Then apparently pleased, she gets up.
"Now I've have to go an' play nurse. But doncha' worry, I will see you later."

		*		*		*

I try not to worry overtly about her last words, because she clearly meant to
provoke us. Then I try to settle into what obviously will be my fate, at least
in near future; waiting her to come back.

After quick shower, she jumps almost immediately over me. Naked, just towel
wrapped into her head. Ms. Silvermane puts me into bed, and arranges me so
that my legs pointing over the edge. 

Kneeling down, to the level of my crotch, Ms. Silvermane says to me: "Now, 
lets see how's you taste."

Without further words, my inflated penis gets hungry treatment. Judging by
the level of enthusiasm, I think she practices recreational activity often.

"For woman in her position, she has kinda vulgar taste," I think to myself as
she works with my organ.

		*		*		*
As this goes on, I began to feel certain itch between my loins. Sebastian's
warnings came to my mind. But there isn't anything I can do at this moment, so
I grit my proverbial teeth.

"Damn she's good! Such a skillful workmanship. Somebody has schooled her, and
probably not by  medical school."

Finally she seems to get enough. As she sets my member free, she states: "Mmmm,
nice slick and yummy. Just what I like."

She puts my back to the floor, and goes under the sheets herself. Judging from
motion under the covers, she masturbates herself to sleep. I myself try not to
any more aroused, that I'm now.

		*		*		*
When I rise from slumber next morning, she's gone. Yesterday night's sharp
feelings have also gone. Somewhat duller back-round noise had replaced it.
Glancing doll besides me, I can only imagine what she went trough last night.

Ms. Silvermane doesn't come back until late afternoon. She has look of utter
frustration and anger in her face. Kicking her shoes of throws her skirt-suit
into floor and goes to shower. When she returns from there, she goes to the
closet, and dresses into similar PVC-dress that nurses use here.

"Board meetings are such bored occasions, but I have to attend them, because
of appearances sakes. But now, let's have some fun."

But before she can put her plans into action, ringing phone interrupts us. 
Ms Silvermane curses, but goes to answer the phone anyway.
She listens intently for a while; then she says sharply: "I see. In that case,
I take care of 'em." 

She put away the phone, and takes weird looking gun from desk drawer.
"We are gonna get some company," She says with low conspiratorily voice. "But
don't they say, that more the merrier."

After checking the gun, she sits into corner of the desk to wait.
I hear before her, a noise from adjacent room. But when she hears it, she goes
to the door. Grasping the doorknob with other hand, she presses one ear to the
door. Then, with one swift motion, she opens the door.
 
With my sensitive hearing I can hear easily what happens in the next room.

She: "All right, what are you doing here?"
Dramatic pause
Man's voice: "You have something that belongs to me."
She: "Is that so. Whatever it it it's mine now. Inside, pair of you."

Dialog makes me wince.
"Ugh, Ms. Silvermane acts like thug in bad movie."

When "the pair of you" enters they are, to my surprise, Sebastian and Erica!
Former is wearing doctors jacked, and has latter dressed as a nurse. 
As Ms. Silvermane herds them into the room, they both seem calm to me.

She closes the door behind her, and continues her gangster act: "I don't know
how's you get past my guards, but this is end of the line."
As a proof of her words, she brandishes her weapon.

Look of disdain rises to Sebastian's face.

"Oh gun, how original. I expected little more from somebody behind this plot."

"Shut up you," Ms Silvermane snaps to him. "I show you 'something original'." 

Erica has been following their conversation, with apparent unconcern. Even when 
Ms. Silvermane takes and shoots Sebastian, who in turn begins to transform to 
latex-statue, she doesn't as much as startle. Because she seems to be fond of 
her boss, I have feeling that she knows something, that Ms. Silvermane doesn't.
And indeed...

		*		*		*

Latex-statue that was just a moment a go Sebastian, begins to emit strange
greenish glow. As it slowly begins to melt, Sebastian appears unscathed
underneath. Along with the latex pooling to his feet, withers Ms. Silvermane's
smirk from her face.

"That's, that's impossible how's you did that?" Ms. Silvermane asks awestruck.
All haughty demeanor has fled from her speech.

Sebastian brushes some unseen dust from his shoulders.

"You doesn't seem to understand what you have stumbled. Otherwise you wouldn't
had used that kind of weapon against rubbermage."

"Rubbermage," her lips repeats wordlesly.

"Yes; that me," Says Sebastian. "Now you had your fun; now is my time to have
mine." And he begins to chant something.

Trying to get herself together Ms. Silvermane says to him: "Can't we work out
some kind of agreement? I mean, this stuff is used to dominate people."

Sebastian doesn't seem to hear her, but Erica buts into their conversation.

"Well you see; there's enslaving, and then there's enslaving. And you have just
crossed the line," She says in light tone of voice. "As you will be taught to
see were soon."

And waving to her as for good-buys, she retreats little further towards the
wall, where I sit on the floor watching all this.

She turns to me and whispers to me hand behind her back: "Just little bit
more, be patient."

		*		*		*
Having been himself target of Sebastian's abilities, Tim is curious to see
what will happen to Ms. Silvermane.

Ms. Silvermane too waits almost equal anticipation, results of Sebastian's
chanting. < "Firstly I call you bluff, and then deal with all of you." >

Then Sebastian finishes his spell. Just to be sure Ms. Silvermane waits little
more, but nothing seems to happen.
< "Just as I thought, guy's bluffing; How their game's up." >

"Hah. It seems that you mambo-jumbo didn't work! Now you're history."

Much to Ms Silvermane's irritation, Sebastian still doesn't bother to answer.

"I will sweep that smug look from your face," she says taking step towards
Sebastian and Erica. As a result, she almost falls. Somehow her feet's feel
like two logs of wood.

"What's wrong with my feet?"
When Ms. Silvermane turns to look, she sees that her shoes have have reformed 
themselves as a pair of plastic boots. Moreover, plastic seems slowly climbing 
upwards her legs. It is already in the height of her knees.

"That's, that's impossible," Ms. Silvermane says half-aloud.

"Make this stop!" She yells.
But when Ms. Silvermane tries to raise her weapon arm, she realizes that her
arm doesn't move! AND her jacked feels suddenly awfully tight. Look at her
bosom confirms that her jacked is shrinking, and transmuting into skintight
plastic casing. Weapon drops from her hand, as she looks how sleeves grow and
encase her long fingers, while her jacked turns into seamless case of plastic.
Reaching her pelvis, both pats melt together.

Then Sebastian does more gestures with his hands. He forms circle with left 
hand thumb and index-finger. With right hands palm he 'pushes' something trough 
right hands circle.

As a result Ms. Silvermane feels something pushing into her pussy, filling it 
to the limit. Unlike her clothes, this stuff doesn't harden; instead it forms 
itself into soft rubber. This rubber-dildo moves in response of her spasming 
vaginal muscles. She begins to feel how arousal starts to build up inside her.

"Ow god. My involuntary muscles will stimulate themselves, and that will cause
more spasms... and if guess right, there's not enough stimuli to get me cum, 
but enough to keep me continuous state of arousal."
		*		*		*

Tim has seen transformation of Ms. Silvermane's clothes. His eyes would be at
least as large as latex-doll that forms his current body, if they could move.
"Even I'm witnessing this with my eyes; I can hardly believe it."

Sebastian waits for some time, and then turns towards Erica saying:
"Nurse, give me the mask."

Erica takes something from the bag she's carrying. Copying Sebastian's overtly
dramatic tone of voice he says; "Here you are, doctor."

When Sebastian finds firm hold of the object, Tim sees what exactly it is.
Object looks like plastic model of fox's face. It has pearl-white face, wide
comical eyes, and two red dot's in its cheeks.

Sebastian takes good hold from Ms. Silvermane's neck, and with other hand puts
mask in her face. She tries weakly resist at first, but then stops suddenly.
Sebastian keeps mask with his hand in place for a while. When he takes his
hands off, mask stays in Ms. Silvermane's face. Now she looks like plastic
mannequin with realistic hair.

		*		*		*
 
When that cursed alley-cat comes near to her, putting mask on her face, 
Ms. Silvermane tries to fight back. Then new feeling stills her struggling;
something from masks' mouth-area flows into her mouth. Desperately she tries
to shut her mouth, but stuff pries her jaws open, filling her mouth. Then it
flows into her throat.

"Is he trying to suffocate me? Was all that previous stuff just meant to
humiliate and torture me?"

She hardly notices, when Sebastian releases her face. When she tries to squeeze 
weird gag in her throat, it releases some fluid into her throat. Gagging at 
first she finds that she can, from some weird reason, breath and swallow. But
throat muscles are about only she can move voluntary. Besides that, she can only 
watch out when that cursed tomcat goes to mess with her collectibles.

		*		*		*

Having done his magics over Ms. Silvermane, Sebastian then turns his attention
towards to us. He kneels down, and puts a paw other doll chest, concentrating
for a while. Then he does same to me. When he does that, I get the feeling like
someone touching me; not the dolls' latex skin, but 'real me'.

"So there you are," Sebastian says without opening his eyes. "And that other
soul is probably your girlfriend then."

When he opens his eyes, Sebastian turns towards Erica; who's been standing there
bend over him. "Give me one container, Erica."

Erica trusts her hand into bag of hers and takes out grayish small tube, giving
it to Sebastian. "Here you are doctor, one container."

He checks it out, and then puts other end to my latex skin. Almost immediately
something begins to pull 'me' towards itself. Soon I'm again in sensory-deprived
limbo. After what feels short period of time (It's hard to tell exactly) I feel
that I have body again. Because I can see my old body crouching on the floor
next to me, I'm now inhibits my own body (or at least similar looking body).

Giving tube back to Erica, Sebastian rises up.
"You two keep each other company for a while. I have business elsewhere in this
institute."

Erica waves for good-byes, when two of them leave the room.

"I guess I've have to trust his word."

		*		*		*
Left alone I get the feeling that I'm not alone. It's as if I can feel presence
of _another_ soul, inside this body. I try to concentrate to that feeling, but
still it comes to bit of a shock, when I feel someone's touch. Now that I have
something little more tangible to focus on, I can visualize her. Because she's
woman, or more precise, my girlfriend!

She seems to recognise me as well, and we fall into each arm. (Or that's it
feels like; It's hard to tell, because I can only rely in touch.) Brief snuggle 
affirms what other senses can't, she's my girlfriend. I know how my girl's body 
feels.

Also something more primal surfaces up, and suddenly I am aware something else:
That I have raging hard-on. I can also feel, and somewhat share, rising sexual 
tension inside her. Ghostly fingers began to caress my erect cock.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting increasingly aroused," whisper-like
female voice says, hoarse from ardor.

The fact that we have to rely only in touch, seems to heighten our feelings.
"Oh hell with it." I decide: "Who needs other senses, in situation like this."

Some small part of me wonders if this is such a good idea, when we throw each
other into intense rutting, but our combined sexual desires trample over these
last doubts. I just can't deal it any more...
 
		*		*		* 
 
Vaguely I sense that someone comes near me, as suddenly some force grasps my 
girl from my ethereal arms. I barely notice when my body gets hit by spasmodic 
change; it feels as it (me?) will melt and flow away. As my body writhes and 
spasms, I experience Very intense, and physical, orgasm. It's over quickly, but 
then another one flows over me. In the midst of my orgasm, I suddenly realise 
that I can hear myself panting. Also I began to hear loud mooing beside me. It 
takes considerable amount of willpower, but I manage to turn my head and look 
girl beside me. 

Whatever she is experiencing, it must be way higher in scale then me. Juices 
flow from her like fountain, from her high arched body. Her smell alone prolongs 
my now downgrading orgasm. 

"I wonder if these are those 'intense feelings' that Sebastian mentioned to me 
when we fist met," I wonder as I finish myself. 

As intense as our state is, eventually it's over. Tired from multiple orgasm, we 
just lay there, savoring in the afterglow.

"Let me apologies. I'm not usually this noisy, but the thing that fox put me 
trough were unbelievable..."

I would caress her if I had the strength to move a muscle "Believe me, I can 
relate how you must feel."

We lay there looking each other.

"You look strangely familiar," She says. 

"How so?"

"Funny, but I don't know. I don't know any drag queens."

Then I realise that I still have 'tammy-look' on me. Even all latex (even those 
Sebastian did to me) must been melt away; I still have my make-up, high-voice 
and whitened fur. 

"Had you fun you two?" Female voice interrupts us. I turn to look, and see 
Erica's smiling face. Without waiting our answer she continues: "Because 
Sebastian finished his business in the ward, and we're leaving."

As we rise from the bed, Erica looks and sniffs us nostrils glaring.

"...But first It would be good idea if you hit the shower."

We look each other, and blush. Cum and sweat glistens in my fur, as does Mei. So 
we ran into a shower, leaving Erica to smell after us. There's only one shower, 
but this proves not to be problem, quite the opposite...
We can't resist little snuggling, but manage to keep it short.  

		*		*		*

I hadn't believe that I'll be thanking Ms. Silvermane about something. But she 
has installed powerful dryer next to showers, one thing we both are thankful. 
When we emerge from showers fresh and clean, Mai finally recognizes me.

"My god! Now I know you; Your my Tim." She falls into my neck "I did day to that 
bitch that you'd come after me, but I have to confess that I didn't expect that 
you really come."  

"Everything will be explained, I promise it to you. But trust me, this isn't 
right time or the place."

She draws me into deep kiss; unluckily Sebastian's interrupts us by coughing.
"It took shorter time than I anticipated." 

Words are Sebastians. Something in his looks makes me squirm. If he notices it, 
it does not show in his face. Instead he points at the closet.  
"Now if you dress up, we can finally blow this joint."

Is it me, or do I see look of disdain in his face, when he turns to fiddles over 
Ms. Silvermanes body, now sitting in the wheelchair.

"Like that she's more easily to move," Erica says as an explanation. She herself 
has collected the two rag-dolls from windowsill. They are now in her arms.

When I look toward closet, I see that Mai is already examining its content, 
frowning. The reason is that closet contains mostly kinky bedroom-stuff. Aside 
various garments made of latex, PVC, and leather; there is also whole lot other 
S/M-paraphelia. Not much to wear in public. Luckily there's one nurses outfit, 
and Ms. Silvermane's official dress-suit.

"You take the dress-suit, it fits better over your body," Mai states.
She herself takes the nurse's outfit; even it is bit small for her size.

There's no place to dress, and since we're already naked, we dress under 
Sebastian and Erica's eyes. (Latter one paying much more attention to us than 
former.) When we finish, Sebastian heads out the door, pushing the wheelchair in 
front of him. When we go trough next room I notice the two-seater bed lies in a 
dismantled pile in the floor.

"That one was quite ingenious device," Sebastian says as an answer to our 
inquiries. "Of course can't leave working one behind me, but I'm going to check 
it out later in my laboratory," He says pointing to the pile of junk.

"If I might be so rude, why we having such a rush?" I ask from Sebastian, as he 
hurries us onwards.

"I put delayed deflation spell into every member about that special ward of 
yours, and I want to be out of here before they wake up." 
He grins. 
"There's going to be quite show there when they woke up."

"What route you're planning to use then, if not trough hospital?" Mai asks.

"This one," says Sebastian stopping in front of elevator. "Erica, you have the 
keys."

"Here," she says jingling the key chain.
Erica finds correct key after bit of trying, and orders the elevator up.

When we wait the elevator, Erica pats unmoving Ms. Silvermane.
"This is her private elevator, that goes right down to the parking hall. Isn't 
it nice from her."

Once it gets up there, Elevator proves to be bit small for all of us, but we 
manage to fit in. In the elevator Mei glances down to my feet. I'm wearing high 
heels, as does she.

"I see you're learned something new," She says smiling.

"Well, I had couple months time to practice, and good motivation to learn," 
I say clicking my heels.

She smiles to her hand, and I suddenly find something interesting from roof of 
the elevator.

		*		*		*

When we reach the garage, we see couple latex doll leaning to wall next to the 
elevator. 
"I guess I have to revive these two too."

After that; Sebastian leads us to large Mercedes. Sign in the wall in front of 
it says: "Reserved to Chairman". There Sebastian stops, and turns towards me.

"Mr. Collings, can you drive?"

I nod for affirmative, so he says to Erica: "Good. You drive then. Erica give 
Tim the keys."

So Mai and I go to the front seats, while Sebastian And Erica goes to the 
backseat with Ms. Silvermane's body.

Feeling intense relief I drive out of the hospital grounds, towards Sebastian's 
shop.

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PROLOGUE:
Weeks later Mai and I are again in the Back rooms of Sebastian's shop. Sebsatian 
himself has been invited us here, which I must admit worries me little, because 
bill from his services is still open. 

"I read at the papers that Hospital is under investigation, but both Chairman 
and head of staff are missing." 

Sebastian just nods as an answer.
"You'd probably heard also that former chairman, who was presumably missing, has 
come out to the public."

Now is my turn to nod.
"But she's surprisingly silent about her whereabouts in that period."

"That's because she was hanging in the window," Erica blurbs out.

Sebastian throws angry glance in her direction, that makes Erica shut her mouth.

"You wanted to show us something," Mai asks.

Sebastian nods again.
"Yes I have. But first, let me asks you something. How's been going with you two 
lately?"

I shrug.
"We manage; I lost my job, when I went after Mai. Neither of us haven't found 
full-time job yet, but my savings last for little while."

Sebastian makes sympathetic noise.
"I found out that Ms. Silvermane had other love-nest beside that hospital-
penthouse. Now that she isn't going to use it any longer, I give the keys to you 
two to make your life little easier."

Stunned I look the keys he puts in my hand.
"You givin' these to us?"

"Why not? Me and Erica have already have place to live."

"How about giving 'em to Erica?" Mai's suggests.

Erica snuggles herself into Sebastian's side.
"Erica lives where Sebastian lives."

So that settled then, and I'm owner of probably quite large apartment, with god 
knows what optional extras.

"And now, if you follow me I show you something."

Sebastian leads us to the shop proper. There in the display case has an 
interesting sight consisting two figures. 

"Don't worry, they can't see you," Sebastian says knocking the glass. 
"Windowpanes of this Display case are made of one-sided glass."   

Front one is very dog-like male-furry. It's concentrating wholly about eating 
messily food from dog-cup. Doggie is chained to the pole from the neck, but 
seems content. Same can't be said about female figure behind him: two pipes lead 
between doggie-boys legs, into mask in her face. Suit made of some thick matte 
fabric covers her entire body, beside her head. Breasts are ridiculously large, 
and over both equally ridiculous size nipples reads "milk". Her arms are bind 
behind her back, and her legs are bolted to the floor from ankles. She stares 
angrily to nothingness somewhere in front of her, as vibrator makes her squirm.

Even with different hair color and mask covering half-a-face, those eyes are 
dead giveaway. Mai recognizes them almost same time with me.

"Those eyes..."

"Is she, are they..."

"Yep, Ms. Silvermane and her lackey," Sebastian states, with obvious pleasure.

"What has happened to that man?" Mai asks pointing to him.

"They are eating doctored diet that changes them slowly to the state of animal. 
Ms. Silvermane more slowly than him."

As we look this couple I ask from Sebastian: "When they had both undergone this
change you mentioned, what do you are going to do with them?" 

Sebastian shrugs.
"I will sell them to my customers to cut my expenses; I had already gotten 
inquires whether they are in sale." 

"And speaking about expenses..."

"Uh, you know that I'm not exactly swimming in money..." I say, sounding more 
desperate than I would like.

Sebastian puts hand in my shoulder, and says smiling thinly.
"All right I understand. Alternatively you can come to my shop, and spend twice 
that amount here, over the period that will be undoubtedly shortest possible.

Hastily we both agree with his payment plan.

"Well then we'll be waiting for you two, sometimes soon."

Before Erica leads us out, we assure that they will see us very soon.
As Erica waves her good-byes to us, we leave with several experiences richer.

THE END
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Authors' comments:
Even it took ridiculously long time; I've finished third Sebastian related fic. 
First I want to give big thanks to Felnaari, for his comments about this fic. 
Without him, outcome would had been entirely different.
I had few points that I wanted to include this fic:
-Rubber magic; after all Sebastian is well trained in this art.
-Male hero of unusual race
-The fact what happens when someone misuses Sebastians products.
How Erica and Sebastian react to any given situation, are my interpretations. 
Hope you liked it.
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