Luke felt it spreading up his neck, the blackness engulfing his ears and then... nothing. The feeling just stopped. "What's is this woof!" He clapped a forepaw over his mouth as the bark escaped. He could control his body again! Then he froze.
Luke carefully pulled back the paw and licks his lips checking for latex. His lips felt smooth but not squeeky. He sighed inwardly as he tried to figure out what to do. A sharp knock on the door interrupted him.
"Luke are you okay in there?" His father's voice called from the other side. "I'm just fine dad. Nothing's gooooo...." Luke barely held back the howl, his latex covered throat spasming. "I'm heading to bed dad, beat from all the gifts." Luke quickly dashed into his bed and pulled awkardly at the covers.
Luke huddled under the cover hoping his father would leave but another feeling surfaced. A soft whine escaped his lips as the fabric brushed his latex sheath sending a pulse of pleasure through him. A low growl escapes his lips as his paw touches an alien tip, a thin goo making the latex squeak wetly as he wiggles his digits. Luke finds himself licking it off his forepaw, the taste like a thin rubber...or! He opens his half lidded eyes. He sees the dripping liquid latex on his paw and swallows, a whine gurgling from his throat.