The Orb

Chapter One

Written by Captain Saicin

Copyright © 2006 by Captain Saicin, all rights reserved. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.

The ocelot gazed intently at the clear box before her. Everything about it was alien to this place. Not long ago, she had descended to the lower sub-basement of the house to clean out the junk left behind by her home's former owners. It was hot down here, and since there was nobody else to see her, she had shed her clothes before long and left them on the stairs. After almost an hour of digging through boxes and hauling items up the narrow stairs, she had lifted an overturned wooden box and found… the last thing she would have ever expected to find. It was a glass box in the shape of a cube, only a couple inches in each dimension. Clear and pristine as crystal, it contrasted sharply with the dark and dingy surroundings, seeming to give off a light of its own. However, what was really peculiar was what it contained, or, appeared to contain; a black sphere floated within, seeming to hover without touching the walls of the box. The orb looked as if it were alive, tendrils of bluish grey haze rippled across its surface as if pushed by some invisible force.

After a long moment of staring in silence, the ocelot inched forward for a closer look. The orb was indeed suspended freely inside, and she wondered if a fluid of some kind might be filling it. Reaching out experimentally, she waved her paw through the air above the box, half expecting it to react in some way. When it did not, she suddenly felt silly; it was just a glass box, and whatever phenomenon she was observing inside it was clearly contained and probably explainable. Still, it took some effort for her to muster up the courage to touch it - when had she become superstitious? Tapping the side of the box, it clacked against her claw and moved slightly, the orb within unperturbed. Letting out her breath, she could feel her confidence returning. Picking up the box, she held it aloft near the light on the beam above her. It had a hinge along one edge of the top, and she could see a crack along the other, into which she inserted a claw and lifted the lid. She was excited now, gazing through the open top of the box at the black, mist-shrouded orb still floating within. She wondered what it was, and what it did. Extending a claw, she gently ran it through the rippling haze that encapsulated it, stirring up swirls of vapor that lingered in the air near her claw for a moment before vanishing. Fascinated, the ocelot did it again, watching the mist shroud react to her movements through the air. The orb itself just floated there, and she touched it with her partially extended claw. It was soft like jelly, and she pressed the tip of her claw into it and withdrew it again. The black substance coated her claw.

Holding up her paw to look at it, she noticed it was indeed glowing with its own bluish light. Haze was beginning to form over the coating on the tip of her claw, and the edges of the substance where it met her cuticle were glowing brighter than the rest. Then she noticed something else - it was moving. The black material was spreading along the length of her claw, and was beginning to wet the fur of her paw. The ocelot reached out with her other paw and scraped some of the material off, but it stuck to that paw as well. She could feel a warm tingling on her pads as the material spread over them, faster than before. The ocelot backed away from the box and headed for the stairs - there was a sink in the main basement that she could use to wash it off before it dirtied more of her fur.

By the time she got to the sink, the material nearly covered her forearms, the tingling sensation moving up her arms along with it. Turning on the faucet, she held her paws under the running water. The material did not wash away. The water merely flowed over it and off into the sink. She tried rubbing her paws, but the material over them had become solid and dry. It was stiff yet flexible, allowing her to bend her paw at the wrist with a little effort, but was not soft enough to rub off. Panic beginning to grip her, the ocelot tried to claw at it, but the material coated her claws, holding them and dulling them, preventing her from extending them further or using them. Her digits were stuck together now too, rendering her paws effectively useless. All the while, the tingling edges of the material were creeping further up her arms. The ocelot shrieked in terror as the tingling advanced over her shoulders and onto her torso, the soft edges of the material matting and covering her spotted fur before moving on to the white fur of her breasts. She clawed furiously at the hardened material covering her arms, her paws suddenly shooting to her breasts as the tingling reached her hard, sensitive nipples. The material continued to advance, encasing her breasts and merging in her cleavage. The material hardened quickly, and she was powerless to stop or remove it. The ocelot screamed shrilly as it crept up her neck and spread across the underside of her jaw. She sat down on the stairs and pawed futilely at the edges of the material that were spreading up the sides of her head and over her jaw, into her mouth.

The material tasted like rubber, and she tried to spit it out, but it continued to spread between her jaws. As it reached her nose, tension built that drew her muzzle shut. She tried to open her mouth to scream, but the material had encased her muzzle and held it firmly closed. She whined and sobbed as she felt the material in her mouth still spreading and growing. It was forming a solid shape that gagged her and filled the space between her jaws, exerting pressure on the inside of her mouth and extending back to her throat. The shape of it felt phallic as it forced itself into the back of her mouth, stifling her whimpers.

Now the tingling was advancing down her torso, the white fur of her belly receding below the black material as it approached her waist. Oh no - not there! She thought, as it crept down over her mound and to her clit. The tingling advanced rapidly over her sensitive sex, making her squirm and squeal into the gag as it covered her pussy and quickly solidified over it. At the same time, the tingling material advancing down her back had spread around the base of her tail, and was creeping over her ass, covering her butt cheeks and filling her crack. It solidified over her tailhole and merged with the material covering her nether regions. In a matter of seconds, the black material had encased her entire pelvic region, and now it was making its way down her thighs and swiftly along the length of her tail toward the tip. It reached there just as the material moving down her legs was ticking the backs of her knees. Moments later, it slid over her ankles and along her footpaws, the tingling advancing across her pads and terminating at the ends of her paws, wetting and coating the tips of her claws, sealing them beneath the strange material.

The material now covered the ocelot's entire body from her nose down. She could breathe through her nose, but her mouth was filled and sealed beneath the firm material that covered it. She could move with only a little extra effort, but what could she do? Her paws were sealed and her claws held fast. She could not speak, and only a pitiful whine escaped when she tried to scream. The ocelot felt herself over frantically with her paws. The material that covered her dulled her sense of touch. Beneath it, she felt confined and cut off from the world, unable to feel the air on her fur or the rubbing of her paw across her belly. She suddenly felt the urge to touch herself, but was unable to do so through the material. Her paw strayed to her clit and rubbed against the flexible black shell that encased it. She could feel only a dull pressure under the material and groaned. She could not stimulate herself, and just the thought of that made her incredibly horny. She wanted to masturbate to orgasm right then and there, but she could not. She sobbed and prodded at her nethers in frustration.

Suddenly a light tingling began again at the small of the ocelot's back that sent shivers up her spine. The tingling continued until it resolved into a persistent itch. Reaching back with her left paw, she tried to itch it. As she touched the spot, she felt her paw stick in the material coating her back, clinging and dragging as she tried to rub it. She tried to pull away from it, but her paw was stuck. The ocelot reached back with her other paw to try to lever her first paw free, only realizing how bad an idea that was when her right paw stuck there as well. The ocelot squirmed, whining, and pulled as hard as she could with her arms, but her paws were stuck firmly behind her back, and she couldn't budge them. If she was helpless before, she was more so now. What had she done?

A fresh tingling in her nether regions interrupted her thoughts. She inhaled sharply as she felt the material that was covering her slit move. It was pressing into her! She could feel it reforming as it pushed its way slowly into her love tunnel and grew inside her. She ground her hips in an effort to suppress the invading material, and offered resistance, clenching her muscles and trying to push it out, but to no avail. It continued to press deeper into her vagina and grow within her. Arching her back, she squirmed and writhed in her bonds, unable to escape the intruder in her sex. She could feel the pressure in her tunnel growing, and just when she was not sure if she could take much more inside her, it stopped. Whining pitifully into the gag amidst her heavy breathing, she squirmed uncomfortably, acutely aware of the large phallic object stuck within her. Another tingling began, this time at her anus. No, please, not that too! Her mind protested, knowing what was coming. She could do nothing to stop the material as it pressed at the pucker of her tailhole and began to push into her rectum. She had never experienced anal penetration before, and it felt strange and uncomfortable as the phallus-shaped object grew and filled her. She squirmed and struggled under the new assault as it continued to grow and plug her up. When it stopped growing, she felt very full and more than a bit uncomfortable. It added to her discomfort every time she tried to move, and felt the objects shift inside her. She could feel the pressure on her G-spot when she moved, and the plugs aroused and excited her, making her hornier than ever in spite of her discomfort. Still, the stimulation would leave her far short of an orgasm, and now with her paws bound to her back she had no hope of playing with herself to get there.

The tingling started again, this time at the sides of her head and the top of her muzzle. Where the material had stopped earlier after gagging her, it was advancing again. Horrified, she whined muffled protest into the gag as the material crept up her face toward her eyes and ears. She closed her eyes tightly as it reached the corners of her eyes, and it continued on, the tingling of the advancing material washing over her eyelids and up her forehead, plunging her into utter darkness. Next, it reached her ears, and she could feel it filling and coating them, the ambient sounds of the basement fading from her senses as she fell into silence. A few seconds later, the tingling converged at the top of her head and stopped. She tried to open her eyes, but they were held shut by the solidifying material that covered her face, blinding her. She could hear nothing but the sounds inside her own head, and she could speak nothing, and make no sound but a muffled moan into the gag that covered her muzzle and filled her mouth. She could feel nothing but the ground beneath her and the uncomfortably large plugs inside her. She could stand and walk, but she could not see or open doors, nor do anything to help herself escape. The strong, flexible rubber-like material covered every inch of her body, encapsulating her tightly and sealing her inside. Escape was impossible and rescue unlikely. She waited for starvation to bring death, but it never happened - the material that filled and plugged her orifices was somehow sustaining her, feeding her and keeping her alive. The only thing she could do was wait, trapped in the rubber-like suit in her basement, and hope that somebody would somehow find her here one day and free her. There was no one to hear her sobs of regret and sorrow. She was a prisoner in her own rubber-encased body - a prisoner of the orb.