FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The fursuit by VVuffy

Heavy breath and quick steps were echoing through the corridor. I finally found the correct seat. Who would have thought that the economy class seat would feel this good after almost missing the last flight to the US.

Arrived as the very last passenger before the door closed airtight, everything was ready for the plane to start rolling. Finally, only mere hours from my very first furry convention! The excitement was real. The brand new fursuit was well packed in two hard-shell suitcases and placed somewhere in the cargo hold below. The beautiful fursuit head with smooth fur and shiny eyes was just begging to be put on! This convention will be amazing!

The time on board seemed to pass so slow, it was unreal! Trying to pass the boring, seven hours long flight by sleep was a good, but wain idea. The unexpected turbulence felt too strong for comfort and the strange clouds surrounding the airplane were making things even worse. It was like the plane would fly through a tunnel in the clouds! The pilot tried to calm the passengers down, but there was no doubt about that something was happening with the plane. It was...strange...

When the turbulence finally stopped and the plane flew out of the clouds, a clear blue sky with a land beneath could be seen from the small windows. According to some passengers, this was the US...but that was impossible! The clock was clearly showing only three hours of flight time. One clock could be wrong, but all of them? It was not making any sense! Even the flight attendants were confused.

Soon, the airplane landed safely at the airport and all were allowed to leave as usual. Passing through the routine check-up and picking the baggage, almost everything went smoothly. Only the suitcases with the valuable fursuit needed to be checked twice. The first time the scanner got a hickup or something... Everything seemed fine, it was just another routine flight, at least nothing bad happened.

I finally arrived at the hotel. A quick shower to ease the mind and a good night's rest to make it all go away. Next morning was the day the convention started... the day when everything started...

Excitement, heat, the heart pounding... For some reason, even the fursuit felt warm on touch. The beautiful fursuit was placed on the bed and was ready to be worn. My roommate was in awe from the suit, desperately wanting to try it on. The hungry stomach was forcing me to the hotel restaurant, so my only condition to him was to find the fursuit back in the room intact after the breakfast.

Later, returning from the restaurant and witnessing, how across the corridor, my roommate was clumsily walking the fursuit back to the room. Guess, it was hard to see through the eyes. When entering, I saw the suit was indeed back in the hotel room. Strangely, all the fursuit parts were placed on the carpet, perfectly aligned to each other, yet, the fursuit was empty and there were no signs of anyone else. Checking the room for the roommate, he was nowhere to be seen, despite clearly entering the room mere moments ago. The fursuit could not have walked inside on its own, or...

Strange thoughts began to form inside the mind. Looking at the fursuit, an unsettling feeling came upon me seemingly for no reason. The palms, despite being cold as ice, began to sweat, the legs, refusing movement, would not dare to approach the pile of faux fur. The fursuit head placed on the carpet suddenly moved! Our eyes met as it turned towards me! Never was a hotel room left this quickly. Lonely, longing, hungry look! Before, the follow-me eyes seemed like a great idea, but now...

Minutes later, realizing the fursuit head simply rolled over to its side, the sudden rush of fear felt really stupid. Returning to the hotel room, another shock awaited. Running away and leaving the room unlocked proved a terrible idea, because the fursuit was gone! My imagination was mocking me! Did the fursuit run away, or someone simply stole it? Maybe the roommate came from wherever he was, did not find anyone there so borrowing it a little longer. The hotel personnel let the roommate call to the reception hall, but he was not seen since the morning. But...who then walked the fursuit in...and out again?

With the police on its way, the convention started to turn sour. Suddenly, another attendee appeared at the reception, telling how her boyfriend, after borrowing a fursuit, my fursuit, was now gone. Missing guests were not fun, so the personnel was quick to politely search the hotel. Less than an hour later, the fursuit was found in my room's bathroom. Again perfectly aligned, again empty.

To the police it seemed clear, the attendee's boyfriend returned the stolen suit, but where was he now? Where was my roommate? Two people wearing the fursuit, two people gone! The officer laughed, mocked me. Should they arrest the fursuit? Ridiculous as it was, the pile of faux fur was still the only lead to the missing hotel guests. The police agreed to take a quick statement. The whole hotel was under siege by attendees and fursuiters, getting pretty loud in there, so it took a while. One officer was at the reception to take the statement, while the other officer stayed in the bathroom to inspect the fursuit.

With the statement almost done, some guests rushed down saying to hear a terrible scream from one of the hotel rooms. It proved to be my room. The fursuit was gone again and so was the other officer and someone was seen walking in the fursuit through the hotel. Immediately the remaining officer went to the bathroom to see what actually happened. When he came back, he was not laughing anymore. Not a single word... The other officer was really gone!

The crazy idea about the fursuit suddenly did not sound so crazy after all. Wearing the fursuit only day before packing up for the con, all was fine. After the strange flight, not so much. The time anomaly, the strange clouds and the tunnel in them, something must have happened to the fursuit in the cargo hold. Did it come alive? But why it always returned to the hotel room, my room? Was it looking for its master, for the one it was made for? Saying it like that, it did sound a little too far fetched. Seems, the stress was taking its toll.

Taking me and the attendee to the basement, where we will not be disturbed by the con noise, the officer wanted to hear everything again. To him it was not making any sense. How could an animal costume had anything to do with the disappearences. He could not understand this was not a prank. Repeating what will happen if his colleague will not show up soon, he was getting upset. Before calling support for a "dangerous fursuit", he decided to search for his colleague himself. We were not supposed to leave the hotel.

Walking through the hotel, I noticed the fursuit was still around. Following, wisiting every place I have been to. Where is the police when needed? Did not know what to do, luring the fursuit to the basement seemed as the safest bet. Only in the last empty corridor before the basement, the fursuit caught up. It was halfway empty, barely holding upright, moving clumsily closer. Acting like that, anyone not knowing, would find it silly cute and would ask for a hug, providing another meal. A cute, cuddly, playful character. Like ones, you huged so many times before. Not unlike all the dozens of other fursuiters in here. Soft smooth fur on the outside, but on the inside...

Standing face to face, the fursuit suddenly launched itself at me. In last moment I got out of the way and shoved the pile of fur through the door, into the basement, trying to lock up the door. The hands were shaking with adrenaline...there, locked! Now to get the officer.

It took a while, but the officer was back again, now standing at the basement door. Taking a peek, the fursuit was not moving anymore. Again laying on the floor and again empty! Now it was really scary. There was no one inside when the fursuit moved in and there definitely was no one now! I braved myself in with the officer.

He still was not believing this was not a prank. Heading straight to the fursuit, he lifted it from the floor and put on the table. The last to set on the table was the furred head. Facing me. Not comfortable with that, I asked the officer to turn it away, not willing to touch it myself. The officer had enough of this!

He began to inspect the fursuit, to prove that there was nothing to be afraid of. Out of nowhere and against my prior warning, the officer put on the sleeve and paw. Just one, to see how fast it was to get it on and off to confirm or deny the statement. It was taking a few moments just to put on one paw, so my roommate and the attendee's boyfriend just could not get out of it fast enough to also have time to perfectly align it and disappear. This gave some credit to my statement, but it still was nothing but a pile of faux fur with nothing inside.

Wanting to take the paw off, the officer suddenly could not. The paw was like glued on and pulling it seemed painful as if pulling off own skin! Helping the officer and trying to force the paw off, blood begun to leak from under the paw. For no reason and without any warning, the officer put on the second paw, or rather the fur-covered hand moved to forcibly put the paw on the remaining hand. The officer then started to dress into the fursuit. Freaking out and jumping away from the table towards the door was the last hope. I did not dare to touch the fursuit anymore. From the looks of it, it seemed, as if the hands were not his anymore. Legs kicking, body shaking, nothing was helping. The paws had a will of their own! The paws put on one furred feet, then the other. The digitigrade legs soon stopped kicking and the officer stood up. And when the paws pulled up the zipper of the bodysuit, he was trapped!

From what he said, it felt as if the fursuit became a part of his body, or rather, his body painfully became a part of the fursuit. The body was not his anymore to move. Now, it was the body of the fursuit. All this time he tried to stay calm, ignore the pain to fight the suit, but he was already fully covered in fur. Only the fursuit head was remaining... There was again that longing, hungry look in the follow-me eyes. As the paws lifted the head and were very slowly putting it on, the officer cried out. Turning his head, cursing, yelling...crying...was all he could do. I could not watch it and turned my head away. Yet when the fursuit head finally sat in place, only the mute of the suit remained...

Looking back and seeing a small string of blood running out of the fursuit mouth that the suit slurped back in was the last drop. Hitting the door and yelling like crazy was all there was to do, because the idiot officer locked the door as we came in.

The fursuit was slowly getting closer and sure not for a hug! To make things even worse, it spoke! Only a single word, but enough to make ice cold sweat run down my spine.

"Maaasterrr..."

Being addressed by the fursuit's hoarse whispering voice has felt like something gripped my heart with ice cold claws! With the back against the locked door, I was frozen with fear! Then it booped its cold nose into mine, took me into a hug and wishpered into my ear.

"I...want...you...insiiide meee..."

That was the most creepy thing anything ever said to me! At that time I already surrendered. Just waited to be devoured by the fursuit...

The door behind my back suddenly opened a I fell with the fursuit on the floor. Hearing the screams of the attendee who opened the door snapped me back to reality. With all the strength the fear granted me, I shoved the fursuit off of me and back into the basement quickly shutting the door, locking and barricading it. Safe at least!

It was the attendee who lost her boyfriend to the fursuit, that opened the door. She heard the screams and bashing at the door, but needed to get the master key to open up again. It took a while.

When another set of officers arrived and searched the hotel, the fursuit was gone. There was an emergency exit in the basement through which it escaped. My roommate, the attendee's boyfriend and the two officers were declared missing. They were not found or heard of to this day. It seems we were the only ones that knew what actually happened.

And what happened to the fursuit? I do not know...

I can only assume that someone found it and brought home. And most probably put it on as well... This happened a few years back, so by now the fursuit could have went through several owners. Each possibly making changes to color, shape and maybe species as well. It's doubtful I would recognize the fursuit again, but I bet it sure would recognize me!

And who knows, maybe there is more than only one fursuit like that, considering how many furries fly to the cons with their fursuit. So, if you find an empty fursuit or get one second hand, think twice before you put it on.