Rubber suit degradation and organic conversion malfunction.

If I was human, that’s what I would have called it. But I wasn’t...yuk!

Humans were such dirty creatures. Instead, I was a gloopy, gooey, rubbery coyote. I was pure and so squeaky! Humans might have worried about the spread of whatever technology ensured
my rubbery form remained congealed and saturated with such pleasingly gloopy latex.

But I didn’t care. Why would I? Rubber was so much better! If the other members of the
pack were being splattered with my sticky latex and then converted, all the better!

Unlike the other coyote's weak organic bodies, I was better...and soon they would be too!
Hehe! No longer the runt of the pack, my ability to endure even the worst weather and stifling
hunger was machine-like. Water flowed off my gooey shell and heat had no effect…except
to make my body even more delightfully sticky!

Heh! I was all gooey too! Soft and supple. Sticky and squeaky. I could forage and hunt with
ease, able to work constantly without fatigue to provide for the dozen coyote’s that made up
the pack. And, I was no burden either. Without any need for silly things like food or water, I
could exist and provide with the ultimate efficiency.

I was committed to constantly protect and serve the pack.

And such devotion was gaining attention. In some ways I felt a little unsure about outplaying
the male members of the pack, displaying the superiority of my rubber body...until the effects
too began spreading into them. Latex keen on self-perpetuating splashed across their
bodies, converting their furry forms into delightfully gooey rubber. Yes! See how wonderful it
was not to require such pathetic things like food and sleep. Their jealousy numbed into a
glowing joy, a subservience as I showed how wonderful it was to be so rubbery! Why hunt,
when we no longer needed food? Hehe, wasn’t it so much better like this?
It was no wonder that the black-eared coyote fell for me.

Snuggled into my side, she was one of the first to share in my gift. Hehe, and now look at
her! She was all gooey too! No more fur to preen, stomach to hunger, and the most
delightfully squeaky body to love! See how better it was to be like this!

The changes were slow at first. It was little things, like how squishy her paws became when
her claws softened into cute nubs. And then her tail began to squeak, creaking with the
glossy latex that began to spread across her flanks. I nuzzled her cheek, letting my coyote
know that soon, she’d be complete. Her hugs became gooey, nestling into me with all her
undesirable fur now replaced by glossy skin. My beta smiled...and didn’t stop. Her mouth
sealed shut into a slender, squishy muzzle; her grin permanently painted across her lips.

I nuzzled into her neck, feeling the cold friction of latex against latex as she nestled against
my chest. I didn’t have a voice to tell her how I’d always be there to protect her...but it wasn’t
necessary. My big squishy goo tail around her was all she needed. How good it felt to be her
alpha.

As the new leader of the pack, my influence not only spread amongst the increasingly gooey
and sticky coyotes...but our territory too.

I shook, enjoying how the wiggle relieved the gooey tension from my glossy shoulders...and
displaced another shower of brown flecks across the surrounding forest. Although I wasn’t
aware of it, the remnant technology of my suit was still lingering in my form. The splattered of
liquid latex was spreading like a virus, or a disease...but those were such bad words. And
there was nothing bad about being such a gooey creature! It was an upgrade..a genuine
enhancement to be this glossy!

Of course, it wasn’t long until humans began to become a problem.

Their weak organic bodies set up a perimeter around our territory, dressed in strange clothes
which prevented the gooeyness of our pack from spreading. They avoided the rubbery trees
and the sticky grass, all gleaming with a beautiful glossiness! Their scent lingered in the air.
Dirty, sweaty smells that broke the otherwise pure aroma of shiny rubber.

As the pack alpha, I was responsible for protecting our family.

My brothers and sisters were growing worried, squeaking with yips and yelps that our
paradise was being threatened. It was a worrying thought, especially when the human’s
brought in machines attempting to thwart the spread of our gloriously gooey latex across the
forest. But I had a plan.

Unlike the organic two-legs, my family's bodies didn’t need rest. We could hunt within the
darkness without fear of tiring, paws squishing into the bouncy rubbery ground until that latex
started to give way to the disgusting feeling of "real" soil.

Rolling my haunches in disgust, I lead a small group of coyotes to the edge of our territory, studying the new pack of invading humans with disdain. Their camp spread amongst the trees, canvas shelters dark and noisy with the snore of sleeping humans. I nodded out key locations to my siblings.

The plan was simple. We couldn’t fight the humans. There were too many of them and we all
knew that only more would come. No, we had to convert them...integrate them into the pack
and show how wonderful it was to be this gooey and sticky. They’d learn how satisfying it
was to be made of pure, glossy latex!

Body creaking and squeaking, I crept towards the nearest tent.

Getting inside was easy. I perked my ears up, gazing around the tent with the same derpy
smile that was forever painted across my snout. My rubber smell filled the canvas...but it
wasn’t enough to wake the woman inside. I sniffed at her clothes, tilting my head at the
name tag left on top. Jessica? Oh, that was a silly name. Hehe! Well, it didn't matter! She’d
soon be my next gloopy pack member, learning how much better it was being a rubbery
coyote!

My paws squished into my chest as I bounced on top of her, smushing my feet and shaking
joyfully. Dots of latex from my gooey form speckled her clothes, searing through the fibres to
etch into the skin underneath. She awoke with a start, but it was already too late! Hehe!

Beige rubber hugged her belly, splashing across her arms and feet as I nuzzled her head.
Look! You’re getting all sticky and oh...oh it’s ok! Don’t struggle. You don’t need to breathe anymore ... you're better than that!

I watched her tail grow with glee. It congealed from the brown rubber spreading across her
back, turning brown across the shoulder. Her eyes opened wide. First in shock...and then
locked in place by latex as she pawed at her mouth. Rubber dripped from her new muzzle
as she batted at her squishy ears. Awww, aren’t they adorable?

I wiggle, watching as my paws pull away from her body with tendrils of slimy goo. Hehe! Look! You’re all sticky and squeaky now!

Of course, with our "persuasion", it didn’t take long for the humans to change their minds. Heh, not that they were human anymore!

They were rubbery coyotes. They were Perfect.

Big, squishy, glossy creatures that liked to hunt and play! No more petty worries nor fears...not now they were such blissful gooey animals! It didn’t take them long to learn of their place in my pack.

With a happy sigh, I shook and settled down on my favourite rock. From up here I could see
all of the territory under my influence. A pristine world of rubber and gooey creatures. Soon it
would spread as far as the eye could see...but I didn’t really care about such things. Not
when I had my beautiful beta by my side.

The black-eared coyote trotted over and nestled against my side, pawing at my chest in a
clear invitation to return to our cave and spend the evening together curled around each
other’s gooey form.

Soon, we’d show the world how much better it was like this. But for now, I had other things
on my mind…

The final part of a story/art collab with the awesomezen! I drew the art, he crafted the story!