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When the Costume Controls You

For Sinister

By Draconicon

Ardanis didn't exactly hate Halloween, but the cat wasn't as fond of it as some of his roommates. They were interested in dressing up - or rather, dressing him up - and he had made it very clear that he didn't want to do that this year. He just wanted to stay in, enjoy a trashy movie or two, and then go to bed with his teeth hurting from all the candy that he'd binged on. He thought that was pretty reasonable, all things considered.

Apparently, not so much to his roommates. They had pouted at him, and then pushed him, even gone so far as to say that he was ruining the holiday if he didn't do something with them. He stood firm, which was a rare thing for him, but he was still surprised when they left. He had expected them to pull something that made him feel worse about it in an attempt to guilt him into going along with their plan, and was rather happy when they just left the apartment to go somewhere else for a while.

Still, he didn't know what they were going to do when they came back. Ardanis considered going out for a late movie, but before he could make up his mind on that - and he spent more than an hour thinking, which was really not his smartest idea - the girls came back.

"We're hooooome," Hazel called, and he winced, sinking into the couch. "And we brought something for you."

...This isn't going to end well, he thought, looking over his shoulder ever so slowly.

The two mice stepping out of the doorway were of complete opposite expressions. The taller, Hazel, looked down at him with a smile on her face and a jiggle of her glasses. The shorter - by two inches, as she was always willing to lash out at anyone to correct them - was slightly more sour, but with the hint of a naughty smirk on her face. Ginger and Hazel, Hazel and Ginger. They were both dressed up as witches tonight - very naughty witches, considering that they were about to let their breasts bounce out of their ragged tops - but it was something further down that probably held the attention of anyone that looked at them from the front.

I'm amazed they go anywhere without finding someone that wants to beat them up, Ardanis thought, shaking his head as he saw their bulges, fat enough to see through the robes of their costumes. He blushed, looking away. Not that I want them to be, but...good god, they don't care about what other people think, do they?

"Ardaniiiiiiis."

"I know, I know. Look. You didn't have to -"

"Open it," Ginger said, and before he was aware of what was going on, a white-packaged box was plopped in his lap. "It's a costume for you."

"I - look, I said I wasn't dressing up," Ardanis said.

"Yeah, you said that. You're still gonna."

"Says who?"

"Says -"

"Please, Ardanis?" Hazel asked, leaning in with her hands folded together pleadingly. "Just for part of the night, at least? Just for us?"

"Ugh...do you have to say please?" Ginger groaned. When Hazel fixed her with a shimmering stare from behind her glasses, the shorter mouse sighed. "Alright. Please."

The fact that they had both actually asked him politely finally made him actually consider it. After all, they were usually far more abrupt and abrasive than that, and it was rather difficult to think of another time that they'd been nice enough to ask rather than just force him to do something. The fact that they couldn't just randomly strip him and force him into clothes was something that gave him a bit of power, and...

And this time, he felt like he could go along with it. Maybe they'd learn that actually asking had a little power behind it, something that made him want to go along with them. Maybe it would teach them to be nice in the future.

"Alright. Let me see what you got me."

It was probably going to be something embarrassing, he imagined as he started pulling at the tape holding it shut. Probably something that would leave him scantily clad, probably something that would embarrass the hell out of him, but that was fine. They were sticking around the apartment for the night. He could just -

POOF!

Everything went white. For a split-second, he wondered if they'd given him a bomb rather than clothes, some sort of revenge for spiting them. Then he felt something smooth, tight, almost like rubber along his hips. Something that replaced his clothes...and then...

Thinking got...hard.

The light faded, and he stared straight ahead for a few more seconds. Hazel and Ginger stood in front of him now, their eyes fixed on him. Ardanis slowly looked down, not sure what he expected to see, but knowing somehow that it would be different from before.

Instead of his previous clothes of a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, he was dressed in a naughty nurse costume, one that barely covered his top and...and there were...breasts...

Breasts...Did I have...

He must have, right? Otherwise, why would he have them now? Growing outwards, pushing up in the latex top, filling it out and spilling forward until they were large, luscious, wobbling ever so slightly as he struggled to keep his balance. He groaned, trying to think, but the warmth that came through the latex, the tightness that was further down...Right, there was more to the costume. A skirt, one that barely went down to his balls, and shifted up the moment that he spread his legs slightly, just as tight, just as slippery and smooth as his top.

Then he looked down, and saw the mice and their bulges...and he knew exactly what he had to do.

Instantly, Ardanis fell down to his knees, rubber gloves clasped together as he looked up at the females. They shared a surprised expression of happiness between them, only to look back down at him as he begged.

"Please, mistresses, allow me to make my apologies. I opposed you. I made an unforgivable mistake, but please, I beg you, let me try and do something to make up for it. I can attend to you tonight. I promise."

"Heh...we'll see." Ginger smiled, groping herself. "You'll be spending all of tonight earning our forgiveness."

"Thank you, Mistress," the cat whispered, bobbing his head up and down in gratitude. "Thank you for the chance to earn your forgiveness."

While Hazel was still in the process of undressing, Ginger pulled her witch's gown up, exposing her barely-contained cock behind a pair of panties. It was on the verge of busting out, and her balls were all but exposed already anyway. He leaned in, his nose brushing against her sac, taking in the musky scent that clung to her fur and flesh. He moaned under his breath, his cock dancing -

"Don't just kneel there. Start sucking."

That was a command that he could follow. He was a nurse - was he? Yes, yes, he was, and nurses tended to those that were in need, and these girls...they were very much in need. He leaned forward, grinding his face against Ginger's balls once more, feeling the sweat and oils down there staining his cheeks before he started dragging his lips up to her bulge. He kissed along it, moving along to the top, and then just over it, pulling her panties out of the way with his teeth.

The cat could hardly believe the thickness of the musk down there, the intense scent both pushing at him and making his head spin at the same time. He moaned under his breath, slowly opening his mouth and -

"Mmmph..."

She pushed right into his mouth, grinding her cock over his tongue, and he took it happily. As he bobbed his head forward, back, forward, he felt like there was something that he was forgetting, something that should be rather important right then. But...well, thinking was hard, and helping someone else was easy.

But he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else that he should be doing, enjoying, thinking about right then. Even as he bobbed his head up and down, even as he swallowed around her cock and took it as close to the base as he could, even as his breasts bounced and tugged at his chest and shoulders, he kept sucking away...

Until Hazel leaned in, tapping her cock against his cheek.

"What about me?" she asked, pouting.

"Oh...yes, mistress..."

He pulled back from Ginger's cock, bobbing his head on the new shaft, feeling it sliding between his lips and finding himself...oddly entranced with the feeling of it sliding into his mouth, then out, then back in. The taste of her, the salty, musky flavor, the feeling of that thick rod holding his mouth open -

"Hey, what about me?"

And then shifting back to Ginger, sucking on the other mouse's cock, feeling it forcing its way into his throat, holding his mouth open. Hazel's cock sliding against his rubber glove, humping it, making it squeak lewdly. Forward, back, forward, back, then shifting back to her cock, and then to Ginger's, and then back again, always pulled around by the two mice females. They were so eager for his mouth, and he was so tired, so hard-pressed to think for himself, that it was easier just to surrender to them and let them control him the way that they wanted.

Back and forth. One cock, then the other. Back and forth, back and forth, sucking, swallowing, gagging, then swallowing again. Bit by bit, the sweat and musk and everything else slowly dragged the nurse-cat down into a happy little haze. His cock throbbed between his legs, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and all was right with the world. He sighed and shivered, moaned and thrust, sucked and swallowed -

"MMMPH!"

"AH!"

And then, they came. Each spurt of seed sent a shiver down his spine, but he didn't feel like he was done. If anything, he felt like he still owed them more...more service...more work to earn their forgiveness.

So, when they stopped squirting over his face, he got up, pulled down his top, and exposed his breasts.

"Use me, please...let me earn my forgiveness..."

The End

Summary: Ardanis makes the mistake of pissing off his roommates, and they come back to make him enjoy Halloween.

Tags: M/S, M/S/S, Intersex, Male/Shemale, Latex, Mind Control, Corruption, Oral, Service, Blowjob, Cum, Facial, Orgasm, Musk,