A Fursuiting Cruise Nightmare PART 1 [COMMISSION]

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Zeke looked sleepily out of the car's window, as they were nearing their fourth straight hour of driving on the highway. It wasn't the most exciting trip of his life, but their destination was going to make all the sitting around worth it: a week long cruise on SuitR, a ship advertised as a fully immersive costumed experience, where the guests can experience the whole trip as their chosen fictional character in what is essentially a high tech fursuit.

It was originally his suggestion to go, and even though his family usually barely acknowledged his existence, everyone seemed to be on board with the idea. The cruise itself looked good enough as it was, but with the addition of these suits, it was definitely going to be a memorable experience. On the website, they advertised a built in entertainment system in the suits, proper heating and cooling, and advanced padding that made even standing up straight feel as comfortable as lying in a soft bed- and to top that, the suits actually looked very well built and realistic, as if the fictional characters had actually come to life!

As much as the mako shark tried to hide it, he had always been a big fan of fursuits and cosplay, but such an interest would definitely have been greeted with ridicule and disapproval from his family; but through this experience, he would actually be able to try what wearing a real, top of the line quality fursuit was like! He closed his eyes and leaned against his headrest, his mind wandering to the fluffy, soft feeling that would embrace his whole body as he became a cute, cuddly animal, adorably hugging everyone else on board...

Riding on that calming, comfortable train of thought, he managed to fall asleep, where he continued the journey in his mind: How he would have so much fun eating and drinking the delicious food, the dance parties at night, watching from the deck as the sun set into the waves of the sea, and possibly finding some new friends; something that he always seemed to have a lack of, no matter how hard he tried.

In fact, his whole life felt like one big misfortunate mess, as it looked like everytime luck needed to be on his side to succeed, it never seemed to be in his favor, always making him find himself in awkward, unfortunate situations. He didn't really believe in curses or bad luck though, always counting it off as random chance and taking it as a training to better himself: if luck wasn't going to help him out, he was going to do it on his own! That was the mentality that he lived his whole life with, not having any idea about the curse of misfortune that his mother bestowed upon him at birth, constantly watching her youngest son hilariously fail at everything as if the shark boy was merely her toy, a source to feed her well-masked sadism.

Luck didn't seem to be on Zeke's side before the cruise either: When he asked whether he could bring his girlfriend, Cassidy, to the trip, her parents declined his request immediately. They had been dating for a couple of months by then, and Zeke considered the doe to be the only lucky thing that had ever happened to him. It was the first and only time that a crush ever agreed to go on a date with him, and against all odds, the two managed to build a healthy, loving relationship. Perhaps love was the only thing that could escape the motherly curse, but that didn't mean that his parents were approving of the relationship as well.

Zeke's stepmother, a dolphin, and his father, who was also a mako shark, always imagined their son to marry another shark, or at least some other sea dwelling creature, given the troubled relationship that his father had with the kitsune, the last time he ever laid eyes on a land animal. "Those dirty land dwellers are only out to cause trouble for us..." He would always repeat to Zeke, driven by his deep hatred to his ex wife, from whom he had his child. Because of this, the answer to whether Zeke could bring his girlfriend along for the ride was a quick and obvious no- expected, but it didn't hurt to try- the young shark thought.

This wasn't the case with his sister, Jennique, though. She was Zeke's half sister, a dolphin girl born from a pure dolphin family. It was always painfully obvious that she was the favored one of the two step siblings, and she loved to rub that well into her half brother's face. She loved annoying him, and loudly drawing attention to any shortcoming or misfortune the mako shark had to deal with. Despite this though, she was almost never shut down by her parents, only getting mild words of disapproval when she got a bad grade at school; everyone in the family was convinced that Jennique was an academic genius, which of course, further escalated her ego, being the "clever and talented wonder child" of the family, while her sibling was the dumb and useless one.

Everyone was much more understanding of her relationship as well, since she came together with a well built, handsome and rich great white shark named Jax. Among sea dwellers, great whites were pretty much the noble species, having one in the family was a proper honor for the family. They did not only allow the dolphin girl to bring her boyfriend along, they technically begged him to come; but the only problem with that, was that there were only four fursuits reserved for the four initial guests. Even though reservations were not available by the point where Jax decided to tag along, it said on the website that additional suits could be acquired by those who came early for an extra fee.

So they set off early, Zeke and Jennique in the two side seats and Jax wedged tightly between them in the small car- because God forbid that Jennique would have to sit next to her half brother for a several hours long drive. There was a bit of a jam on the highway so they got there a little bit later than anticipated, but there was still a good chance that there were a couple of unreserved fursuits to rent.

Zeke was shaken awake by his father, as everyone else was already standing outside of the car, baggage in hand. Apparently he had fallen back asleep after being told that they were already near, and that everyone should start gathering their stuff to make it to the ship as early as they could, but it seemed that nobody paid attention to the shark drifting back asleep after the long, exhausting ride.

Well, their plans for a speedy start have already sunk, but Zeke still tried his best to get ready on time. He really didn't have too much to carry with him: extra clothes weren't needed thanks to the fursuits, so each of them got away with just carrying a backpack of whatever they needed for the car ride and some extra stuff they wanted to bring along for the week. After a couple more dirty looks at the sleepy sharks, the family was quickly on its way to start their dream holiday.

Zeke was amazed by the gigantic ships in the port, although he had seen them in pictures, nothing could have prepared him for how big they actually looked in real life. It took them a little while to find the one that they would be traveling with, a big white ship with THE SUITR printed on its side with big black, fuzzy looking letters. His heart started beating a little louder: the day had finally come! He could barely contain his excitement as they stood in line, looking at all the guests trying their costumes on and heading inside with cartoony, permanent smiles on their faces.

Because the suiting process was quite slow, the line progressed slowly, making them all more and more nervous by the minute, wondering whether there really was a suit to spare- though it was obvious whom they would leave at home if it had to come to that. Still, nobody wanted to pay for Zeke's ride home, and it would have given them a bad look in front of everyone if they had to send their son away just like that.

"Welcome to the SuitR, may I see your tickets please?" A friendly employee greeted the family at the entrance, already dressed in a white bunny fursuit. She looked so fluffy and cuddleable that Zeke could barely contain himself from giving her a big hug, but he chose to compose himself, thinking about how he could also be this adorable in just a couple of minutes' time.

"Here are all the tickets, and we would like to also rent out an extra suit if possible, we only reserved four." The shark dad said after handing over the tickets.

"Alrighty, let me check whether we have any available in the database!" The employee nodded, some sort of a digital screen appearing in front of her like in a sci-fi movie. After a little bit of searching, she shrugged her shoulders, turning off the screen and turning back to the family. "I'm afraid there is only one suit left in storage... But it might not be up to standards. It's sort of a prototype, a little glitchy and lacks some of the functionalities that our newest suits have."

The shark looked at his son questioningly: Will he accept the prototype suit, or does he want to go home instead? Zeke hesitated for a little bit, but after everyone was looking at him, he felt like he needed to stand up for himself just this once.

"B-but wasn't it my idea to come here in the first place? And dad, you reserved the suit for me! If anyone, Jax should have the old suit, he only chose to tag along at the last possible second!" He argued, though his voice was already painfully cracking by the end, because he knew that his pleas were going to fall on deaf ears.

"Come on Zeke, you can't say that to Jax! He is also a member of our family, I'd say even more than you!" Jennique yelled at her brother from the top of her lungs, making everyone around turn their heads and look at the scene. "Or do you want to make him feel like he doesn't belong here? Are you really so selfish that you would ruin my boyfriend's holiday just so you can have the newest suit?"

"F-fine, I will take the old one..." Zeke said quietly in defeat. His sister knew very well just how much the mako shark hated to be the center of attention, and now that everyone was looking at him, he couldn't help but surrender to the will of his bratty sister. Who knows, if she continued like that, the whole family could have been kicked off the ship, and that would have been his fault as well!

"Thanks, Zeke." His dad pet the shark boy on his head- even though Zeke hated to be pet, especially in public. "I'm sure the other suit won't be that bad either, otherwise they wouldn't allow guests to wear it!"

"I guess so..." He replied under his nose, pulling his head away from the pets. This holiday was already not going in a way that he would have liked, but at least he got to stay; an old suit is better than no suit, he thought. After his dad had paid for the extra suit- from which he proudly managed to negotiate a little bit- he was led downstairs to a dimly lit, stinky basement by two suited employees, while the others were taken to a cozy lounge to have their fursuits put on. He tried to take one last very good look at the suits that they were gonna be put into, as there was no way that he could find them afterwards without knowing what their costumes looked like.

As he was heading down the sets of metal steps further into the belly of the ship, the smell of fish hit the shark's sensitive nose. Even though the lighting wasn't very good, the filthiness of the place was obvious; even though the deck, and all the places the visitors could see were cleaned spotlessly every day, it seemed that the budget was cut on trying to keep the storage area properly cleaned. To be fair though, no one really visited this area often: why would anyone need the old, salvaged suits sitting in there? They were technically waiting for an opportunity to throw them out, but apparently, one of the suits was going to have its last run with the young guest.

An employee opened an old metal box and started taking out the old, dusty fursuits from within: some of them had already been half eaten by critters, some looked fine but the electronics appeared to be fine, and some were only partials, probably being kept for spare parts. After starting to lose hope that they would find a suit that would be a fit for him, they finally pulled out a black and white fursuit from the very bottom of the box. Zeke stepped closer excitedly to see what animal he was going to transform to, and the big, fluffy tail along with the white stripes confirmed to him that this was indeed a skunk suit.

The shark was excited; a skunk was a pretty unique choice for a fursuit, and the design itself looked pretty good upon first glance at the folded up costume. All his enthusiasm quickly vanished when the suit was spread out on the ground however, revealing its hourglass body shape, obviously designed to wear by women. What made matters even worse was the face: instead of the lovable, innocent faces of the suits he saw upstairs, this design had a flirty, almost enticing look on her face, with over the top makeup and love hearts in place of the pupils. The whole thing just looked like it was designed to be used in some sort of a perverted strip club, which was further proved by the furry bags on the suit's chest that could probably be inflated to a ridiculous size.

"G-guys, are you sure that this is the suit that I'm supposed to be wearing...?" Zeke asked with a bit of a smirk, completely convinced that he was being pranked on. There was no way that they would make someone wear that for a week AND have them pay for it! But his smile was not mirrored on any of the employees' faces, who were completely serious about the shark having to put the suit on, if he wanted to take part in the cruise.

"Sorry buddy, the cruise requires you to be in a suit at all times, so as to not 'break the magic' for the other guests. This is the only one we have, but it should be functional for the most part." One of them explained as he opened up the zipper at the back.

The mako shark shook his head in disbelief, ready to say no, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he thought of how long he had to wait to get on this cruise, and that this would probably be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Settling with the fact that he would still be able to cuddle and interact with all the other guests in their cute fursuits, he decided to swallow his pride and become a skunk girl for a week. "Alright then, suit me up!" He said while trying to force just a bit of excitement into his tone of voice, letting the employees put him into the hellish looking costume.

Naturally, he had to take off his clothes to begin. The suits only worked properly if the wearer was naked, so he reluctantly stripped off all his clothes and handed it over to an employee in hopes that he would put them away safely, who in turn, just put them down on the dirty floor. Not wanting to cause any trouble though, the shark decided not to make a big deal out of it- clothes can be washed after all... When he was completely naked, the two men picked up the suit from the ground and opened it up for him to be able to get in easily.

At first, it felt fine; the suit was just as soft as expected, although a bit musky and old-smelling due to having been stored away for so long. Zeke wiggled his body into the old fabric, but suddenly stopped as he felt something hard and plastic push against his butt.

"W-what is that?" He asked nervously as one of the men reached into his suit from behind, grabbing onto the thing.

"It's an anal insert, and it's required for your suit to work properly." He explained shortly as he slowly pushed it into the shark's butt.

At first Zeke jumped and squeezed his butt cheeks together, not expecting the sudden invasion of his rectum. He let out a quiet whine, but believing that everyone else had to do this procedure as well, he didn't want to be the shy one. It took a little while, but he managed to ease himself up enough to let the small dildo slide comfortably into his behind. It was making moving around slightly uncomfortable and awkward, but he would get used to it over time, he thought.

His two penises couldn't just hang around in the suit either, as the other guy grabbed them without warning, and jammed them both into a slit in the suit that was obviously meant for one cocked individuals. The shark yelped in response to that as well, as the sheath was terribly crushing his members together, and it was going to be a terrible week if he had to feel that a whole long week. The buttplug was something that he could possibly get used to, but this was just a little bit too much; but no matter how hard he tried to pull them out, they were stuck in place.

"Are you sure you don't have any designs for people with... more than one penises?" He asked quietly, but no response came, the staff were way too occupied with setting up the electronic systems of the suit and merely gave a grumpy murmur as a response along the lines of "do you want to go home or what?"

Zeke wasn't particularly amazed at the level of professionalism and hospitality that these staff members showed to him, at least not in the positive sense. Still, he kept up the hope in himself thinking that these were merely storage workers, and hadn't been trained to properly deal with guests, and that everything was going to change once he was up on the deck with the other guests.

His arms were then pulled into the sleeves into the suit that ended in big paws. Even though the hands of the other suits seemed to be fully functional at grabbing everything aside from really the smallest things, these "prototype paws" seemed to be completely dysfunctional at grabbing absolutely anything! There were no finger slots built into its design, and the whole thing served as just one singular paw, only able to aimlessly bap at things like a dumb kitten. Needless to say, this wasn't reassuring to the shark either, but a sharp pain quickly distracted his attention that was coming from his back.

The employees had pulled up the zipper on the suit, causing the corset to activate: even though the hourglass shape of the suit was already quite apparent, it became even more obvious, causing the poor shark to have difficulties breathing as well. There simply wasn't enough room for him to fill his lungs, and the space was further confined by the fact that there was no place designated for his dorsal fin to go, causing it to just get crushed in its place instead, which is what caused the pain to begin with.

He really wanted to speak up about the pain, but ultimately decided not to ruin his chances of still getting on the cruise without a reserved suit; little did he know, those would have been his final words for a very, very long period. This is because the next and final piece of the suit was the head, which also happened to have something long and flexible dangling down from inside.

Zeke wondered what the strange accessory was, but he would soon find out as one of the men asked him to open his mouth; he complied reluctantly, only to then have the rubbery snake shoved into his mouth and pushed down his throat immediately. It happened so quickly that he didn't even have the time to properly react until the mask was completely on, which is when he started frantically grasping at his throat, gagging loudly and painfully from the suffocating feeling. Even as he was reassured that the feeling would soon go away, he was completely enraged that they would do such a thing to him without his consent, trying to calm his gag reflexes for the time being.

Suddenly, he felt the suit start to vibrate all over him, and a quick second later, a pink message appeared in front of him on the transparent led screens placed on his fursuit eyes. But instead of a warm welcoming message, the shark could only read one word flashing in front of him in blinding neon letters: ERROR. To say that this freaked him out was an understatement, but the situation was even worse than he would have ever imagined.

The gag that was driven down his throat was supposed to blend with his vocal chords to allow him to speak, but this didn't happen- the silicone rod kept gagging and suffocating him, cutting off any chance that he could warn the others about the terrible malfunction. The suit got even tighter, as it was failing to adjust to a body bigger than it was designed to hold, it simply couldn't find a proper fit, endlessly twisting and pushing Zeke from all directions.

Desperately pointing to his mask and flailing his arms around to try to get the staff members' attention, he tried screaming out for help, but the employees merely took the guest's frantic body language as excitement, starting to guide him back up to the deck. Zeke tried to walk, believing that someone would at least recognise his peril upstairs, but moving around posed a challenge of its own as the dildos and gag inflated even more due to the awkward proportions the suit had to take on to accommodate for its wearer. He was also weighed down by something on his back, feeling like something or someone was pulling him down, but when he looked back, he only saw a massive, cushiony skunk tail, tipping him out of balance slightly and permanently forcing him to be stand with a bit of a hunched back as to keep himself standing up straight. This made going up the steep stairs a little bit dangerous and challenging, but he quickly got the hang of moving around with the tail, even though he was always going to struggle to fit into tight spaces.

As they got up to the deck, Zeke noticed something else that would also pose quite a big problem: the heat. It was a hot, humid and sunny day outside, and even though the cool temperature of the storage made wearing the suit somewhat bearable, upon going outside, he instantly felt his body overheating under the layers of fur. Apparently the cooling system was broken as well, so while all the others could walk around in a pleasantly cooled suit, he was gonna have to suffer the full heat trapping effects of his suit.

"Welcome aboard, my beautiful skunk lady!" Someone spoke to Zeke from the side, who turned his head to see a muscular wolf suited man, presumably responsible for greeting the guests. He put a blue band on the skunk's wrist, with his name written on it, so that he could be easily identified even while in the suit. "Would you like to choose an outfit to go with your suit?"

The shark was a bit bothered by the fact that everyone thought that he was a girl now, but reluctantly agreed to choose an outfit. After all, most people were wearing cute costumes on top of their fursuits as well! Unfortunately though, he had to realize that all the outfits available to him were female- to fit the gender of his suit. But he had to choose now so as to not embarrass himself, picking a light sailor outfit that he thought would contribute the least to his overheating. It was quickly put on him and shown in a mirror: It looked a little bit sluttier on him than expected, but at least he got away lightly with that one, he thought.

After that, he was finally released to the deck among the other guests. His family was certainly in their cabin now, he just had to find them. Of course, asking around was not an option, so all he could do was hope that one of them stayed behind in the lobby to help him find his way back. So he headed to the lobby, getting a lot of looks from the others; the masks concealed their facial expressions, but he could only guess what most of them were, given that he was wearing what was technically a slut suit among all the cute cartoony fursuiters.

Needless to say, none of his family members stayed behind for him, all way too excited to try out everything the ship had to offer. The number one priority for now though, was to tell someone about his suit malfunction, so he approached a worker cleaning the deck and tapped on her shoulder.

"Hello there, how can I help you?" The white tiger suited employee asked in a friendly voice, waiting for the skunk's reply. In response, Zeke tried to somehow sign that his suit was broken, pointing to his head, dragging his paw across his neck to show that he was dying from the discomfort, and putting his paws together, pleading for some help.

"A-are you hungry...? Sorry, I'm new here and I'm not that used to the language of nonverbal suiters..." She said a bit awkwardly. The shark wondered what nonverbal suitors were... But then he realized: some fursuiters don't even speak when they are in their suits! It's part of the fun for them, and even if he didn't speak a word, no one would catch that something was wrong, assuming he was one of them.

This realization made him more and more nervous, which wasn't helped by the fact that he made the employee uncomfortable as well. It felt like the world was closing in on him, his heart rate jumped and he started sweating even more profusely as before. This always happened when he was anxious, but little did he know, it was going to be even more severe than usual.

Most suits had functions in them that were unique to the animals that they represented. Wolves could howl loudly, cheetahs could run a little bit faster than the others and cats could make a purring sound for instance. The skunk suit's function was that whenever its wearer was nervous or had their heart rate above a certain point, it would release a slightly smelly and overwhelmingly sweet pink gas that had calming properties to whoever inhaled it. It was a pretty fun feature when it worked well, but those gas dispensers were a pain in the ass to work with, always coming detached from their places.

When Zeke's suit was scrapped, it had its gas dispensers all messed up as well, and the employees- thinking it wouldn't matter anyway- just quickly screwed them back however they could, not realizing that they put them back facing the wrong way: right inside the suit, where the wearer was going to be.

The hearts in Zeke's suit's eyes were beating super fast, matching the rhythm of its wearer. His pulse must have been over 200 by now, which was enough to engage the calming gas, and the shark heard a sudden, deafeningly loud noise as his vision was filled with a thick, pink smoke. He tried not to inhale, trying to rip the mask off his head so that he could reach clean air, but eventually he had to breathe in.

His lungs were filled with the gas that initially felt incredibly stinky, comparable to burning tires, but eventually faded out and was replaced by such sweetness that it felt like it was going to make him throw up. His head started spinning and he was disoriented, falling against a wall as he pawed and pawed on his suit, trying to find any way to rip it off. The calming effects soon set in however, and he could physically feel his heart slowing down bit by bit.

He couldn't tell why, but an overwhelming calmness took over his entire body, like he was floating. Was this a heat stroke? Suffocation? Was he actually going to die? He thought as his pulse slowly sunk below 50, but these thoughts didn't install any panic in him. His head had completely stopped working, no more comprehensible thoughts surfaced anymore as he slowly slumped down on the ground, waiting for whatever was to come.