<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wdRZtNw.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br/>Natalie McKinnon</span><br/><em>Phantom Chaser</em>- 5<br/><em>Keen Senses</em>- 4<br/><em>History Nerd</em>- 4<br/>Weakness:<em>Small Town Girl</em><br/><hr/><br/>"I'm Nat, yeah.  Just Nat is fine," the fox-tailed woman cheerfully amended, wagging her tail happily, "it's nice to meet you, Amaranth!"<br/><br/>When she first took hold of it, it very nearly slipped out of her grasp!  Natalie's ears popped up in surprise as she quickly got a more firm hold on the suit, her suit, "wow!  It's really slippery!"<br/><br/>"At Summit, it was mostly just a rubber suit with some wards on it," Nat continued, elaborating on her past experience, "it was a pain to get into, and there was this awful powder you had to use to make it less, well, sticky.  But after a hard day, you'd be pretty sweaty and it was kinda sticky regardless."<br/><br/>"Back when I first started, I used to wonder if it was just a gimmick to get a girl into something form-fitting," she mused to the Artificer with a chuckle.  Temporarily laying the suit aside, she began undressing.  Although when she'd originally become a Chaser she'd struggled a little with modesty at first, that was all in the past now; the idea of disrobing and suiting up regardless of the circumstance didn't bother her in the least, "but I was their only Chaser when I first started, and it wasn't until several months down the road that we got another and I discovered guys got the same treatment."<br/><br/>"I didn't mind seeing him," she added, sounding amused as she stepped out of the puddle of jeans that had formed at her feet and fiddled with two snaps above her tail before pulling the straps of the loose, shimmery leotard she'd used as her top, down over her shoulders.  Her eyes met with Amaranth's as she did so, defensively remarking, "they're sometimes a pain when you need to go to the can, but onesies don't chafe under your tail, when you have a tail, the way panties do."<br/><br/>Unclasping her bra, it joined the rest of her street clothes in short order.  In her experience, it seemed best to wear nothing else but a Chasing Suit, and even the Dogpatch orientation material she'd gotten had borne this same idea out.  Still, she'd encountered a few other Chasers in the past, including the one hired after her at Summit, who'd continued to wear underwear underneath their Chasing Suits.  Not that she could be too harsh a critic, since in her earliest days she'd done the same.  The idea of not bothering, she supposed, was something everyone had to discover for themselves.<br/><br/>Taking up her new suit, which once more threatened to slip out of her grasp before she remembered, she tentatively stepped into it one leg at a time.  It was cool against her skin, feeling almost like she was stepping into a shallow liquid, or like being dipped in paint.  Snugging it over her hips and nestling a v-shaped split just underneath her tail, she cheerfully exclaimed, "you have no idea how nice it is to have a hole for my tail!  I pretty much always have to fix my clothes myself!"<br/><br/>Halfway in, she leaned down to feed her arms into the suit's sleeves, sorting out the finer details of making sure extremities like her fingers were smoothly covered before trying to pull the upper part of the suit over her shoulders.  Closing the suit's back just above the base of her tail, Natalie returned to a proper upright position which pulled the rest of the suit nicely into place and sealing the rest of the back!<br/><br/>"It's actually not as tight as I--," she didn't finish her sentence before she started feeling the effects of suit tightening around her, warming to her body's temperature.  It squeezed her, pulling down on her shoulders and up between her legs.  The pressure of the suit closing in on her made her acutely aware of her shape.  Although she'd reconciled her lack of well-endowment in her post-school years, Natalie's breasts were compressed to near flatness, and the way the suit's center seam rubbed against her seemed positively indecent!  Ironic, considering her thoughts on modesty earlier.  She could feel the color in her cheeks, "is...  is it supposed to feel this way?"<br/><br/>Stepping into the thicker, heavier boots, she found clasps on her legs to attach them to, to prevent them from slipping off.  The gloves were much the same.  Reaching up, she frictionlessly ran a hand down her side.  Excitedly, she proclaimed, "man, I'm so smooth in this thing!  Nothing will be able to hold onto me!"<br/><br/>Simply wearing this Chasing Suit was exhilarating!  She could feel herself breathing quicker, watching the gleaming light move and shift over her sleek, black-clad body as she looked down at herself!  Nat excitedly fanned the air with her tail.