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--Getting Dressed--

The door to the hotel room swung open and two males spilled in, stumbling backward onto their shared bed, the excitement of attending their first fur con overwhelming them. These two boys have saved up for quite a while to get their tickets for the whole event, making sure they had the right room on the right floor, even buying themselves a pair of custom fur suits, it was obvious these two went all out and it was a shared hope that it wouldn't turn out to be a bust, though that all faded as they groped and kissed on the bed.

After some time of writhing and moaning, the larger male got up, the smaller one whimpered and tried to pull his lover back onto him, but the other protested. 'Mmn.... Let's show each other our fursuits before the masquerade...' he whispered down to his mate before going back to the door and retrieving their bags. he tossed them by the bed before carrying his large green duffel bag to the restroom. 'I'll change in the shower, you can change in here, okay?' he called back over his shoulder, before locking the door.

The boy nodded to his mate, pushing his long brunette hair away from his eyes, then went about unpacking his suit, laying all the fuzzy parts of it on the bed. he blushed brightly, admiring the pink fur of his character. He was known as a 'butter' in most circles, a bunny-otter hybrid. A small, timid, shy c-boy, specifically. The young man grimaced lightly as he thought of this last fact.

He looked down at himself, he was nowhere near the right shape for such a delicate character. His form was just much too masculine to pull it off. He'd even considered making up a new character just for the suit, but his mate would hear none of it, insisting that he dress as the character he had created to represent his inner self.

The boy quickly stripped down to his boxers before pulling the main bulk of the suit off the bed, sliding his bare foot into one of the legs. As he watches the flat shape of the leg fill out with his, he couldn't help but let out a light giggle at the feel of the plush material lining the inside. The suit maker he'd commissioned had given his personal guarantee that he'd love the suit, even claiming that he'd never want to take it off, and this young man was starting to believe it!

As he tugged the foot of the costume on, the boy grinned at the snug feel, enjoying the sensation of the suit's separated toes, wiggling his own digits in the little sleeves. He held the foot out, admiring the fact that the paws where even webbed like he had asked. He sat there a short while, just relishing the feel of the fabric, before realized there was more of the suit to put on. He chided himself a bit, the slid his foot into the other leg, almost moaning as he slides his toes snugly into each sleeve.

He stood up, pulling the costume up his back, carefully slipping his bare arms into each sleeve. his fingers slid into the webbed gloves sewn at the end, amazed at how well it was all fitting. The plush insides of the suit tingled delightfully against his bare skin, so wonderfully snug. He wanted this thing to be skin tight so he could wear his clothes over it, and he wasn't disappointed!

Soon he had both arms in the costume. He quickly sealed over his chest by stretching a pair of flaps over his front and connecting the velcro strips at each side just under his arms. he brushed his fingers through he fur to hide the closure as much as possible. Enjoying the feel of the suit, humming gently to himself, he stood up, tugging the costume's head with him. He decided to walk over to the mirror he saw in the hallway before pulling it on, taking a moment to admire the costume fully in his reflection. It was only a matter of detaching the front from the back and slipping it over his head, then tightening and adjusting a few hidden straps for the perfect fit.

After some moments of adjusting and finally closing the velcro flaps, fluffing his cheek fluff to hide them, he was ready! The young man admired his costumed self in the mirror, posing and gesturing. His hands were unable to keep from stroking and petting at his form, and he was so busy admiring himself that he didn't even notice the velcro straps quietly sealing up. He was so excited and pleased with himself, he perked up his butt at the mirror, tail lifting and curling over his back as he let out a girlish giggle and shot a wink at his reflection... wait, what?

--The Takeover--

"keehee, don't worry, you're gonna be very happy being my host!" a rather girly voice echoed in the young male's head, he instantly knew it was the voice he had imagined for his character. "kuh-cake? Wh-what's goi-mmnmph!" the male groaned as he felt a tight squeeze all over his body, even his head, clamping his jaw shut and barely letting him breathe. He weakly struggles and paws at the suit, gasping and struggling harder as he can't seem to find the velcro.

"Oh, relax, you should be grateful! Your true self is gonna be born into the world!" the voice tittered in the back of his head as the suit tightened even more, the pressure seeming to focus around his groin, forcing a groan from his throat as his eyes crossed and his hands shot to his crotch. Stars shot through his vision as he felt his cock pressed so tight against him, he could swear his bits were being pushed up into his body, and in fact they where! His cock was slowly being flattened and tugged inwards, followed by his ball sack, a pair of tight pops making him almost black out as his testicles vanished into him.

With all his wavering consciousness focused on the bizarre sensation, the boy didn't notice his body had shrunk quite a bit. His arms and legs were losing their definition, growing more like the stringy flat limbs of his character. His fingers fused, becoming larger digits, giving him a set of three cartoonish fingers and a thumb on each webbed hand. His toes and feet fattened into big webbed paws as he gasped for breath and slowly began to look at himself in the mirror. His, or rather the suit's eyes blinking as his mouth hung open, not believing what he saw.

There on the floor of the hotel room, on its hands and knees sat an honest to god butter! Every detail of his body exactly as he's drawn it over the years, from the long flopped ears that hung like hair, to the round ass and elongated and rudder like tail, which twisted and writhed over it. The last of his changes manifested between his legs a pert and pouty cunt spread openlike a flower, making him gasp and shudder from the sensation of the new sensitive opening coming into existence

"Keehee, I'm glad you like the new you" said the voice as the young man just looked on, his mouth moving and forming every word as he soon realized the voice was no longer confined to his head, but was coming from his, or rather, this new creature's throat.

The butter crawled closer to the mirror and looked deep into his reflection's violet eyes, giving the boy a shiver and driving home the fact that he was no longer in control. "wh-what a-are you gonna do with me?" whimpered the boy, now a voice in the back of the creature's head.

"Keehee, silly boy, there's nothing left for me to do! I already have everything I need from you, including that yummy mate of yours!" the butter said with a sinister smile as he licked his lips. "though I guess I could give you one last thrill before you're completely gone..."

The cartoonish c-boi giggles to himself as he sat back against the wall opposite the mirror and spread his legs, giving him a perfect view of his glistening sex. The trapped male could only watch as the pink furred c-boy slowly began stroking himself, fingers rubbing gently into his cunt as his other paw stroked his body he gave an internal, feeble whimper as all he could do was watch, not even able to feel a thing, save a hollowing sensation as his very being faded to nothing more than a distant memory, washed away in the butter's powerful climax. He cried out, his hips bucking against his webbed fingers as he spurted juices onto the carpet. He panted for a while, before then shakily standing up, looking himself deep in the eyes. He smirked darkly as he heard the bathroom door open.

--Waifu--

The boy's mate stumbled out of the bathroom, having a bit of a time seeing and grumbling to himself as his suit seemed to have been made a few sizes too large. He could at least see through the eyes, if barely, and he was going to be damned if he let this ruin his romantic first con with the love of his life. His mind was quickly taken off his misgivings by a flying butter eagerly side-tackling him.

"Heh, hey there, hun! See? I told ya you'd like getting your fursuit!" the now much larger male said, as he petted the butter with a large floppy paw. He tried to adjust the head with his other hand to get a better look at his mate, but all he could make out through the shoddy eyes was a vague pink blur. "I can't see to well through this... how do you look?" he said, the butter looking up at his mate with a curious noise.

He sat heavily down on the end of the bed with a sigh. His suit maker had been an amateur and he knew it, but she was also a friend in need of the money, so he decided to give her a chance. She had promised to fix any mistakes in sizing, but it was far too late for that now. The male started to apologize to his mate, going to pull off his yellow foxalope head.

"Nyaaaaah!" The butter squeaked out, firmly pushing the foxalope head back into position before he could get it fully off. "Keep it on, I think I can fix it!" As the larger male tried to straighten his mask, he heard the smaller one rummage through his bag.

The butter soon had what he wanted and set it down beside the bag, then proceeded to coax the other male to lay on his belly, 'okay, just lay like this, and quit fussing with that head! 'he giggled as he gripped him by the horns teasingly. The butter then knelt up. He held the toy he had pulled out, a deep purple colored feeldoe, and pushed the plug softly into his folds. He bit his lip to stifle a moan as it slipped into his body with a wet pop.

A tearing sound hit the costumed male's ear as a hole was ripped in his trousers, just under his tail, the smaller one's other paw stroking his changing toy as it melded to his flesh, soon looking like a perfect, albeit bigger, reproduction of the genitalia he used to have, complete with a pair of dangling balls and a urethral slit drooling glistening precum.

"Hey, what're y-ohhhh!" his query was interrupted suddenly by the cock head pressing against his his anal ring, slowly spreading him out. The pleasure made it hard to stay mad at his lusty mate for breaking his costume, and soon he was moaning out. "Ohhhh! S-since when where you th-this big, auugh!" he screamed out and grabbed a pillow, stuffing his face into it and biting down on the feathers as the butter rammed his cock deeper and deeper into the other male, claiming him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the butter hilted his new cock in his mates tight pucker, giving a high pitched howl as he grinds in the hot ass of his costumed lover. The other male squirmed and gasped as he was stuffed, feeling amazingly full. The inside of the suit began to grow hot and muggy from his heavy panting. The small shaking body at his back quickly began to rock in and out of his tight hole, occasionally crying out and spasming, ramming his cock back in through the fake fur, and making the man inside cry out in pleasured ecstasy.

Soon both where grinding against each other, hips rolling against one another with a muffled sound as the room filled with the potent scent of their mating. The muffled moans of the costumed male grew louder as he writhed, far too lost in pleasure to notice that his suit was slowly shrinking to fit the contours of his body as the butter picks up the pace.

"Fuck, i'm getting close to.... Ohhh!" the little one cried out, gripping into his mate's ass as he thrusted with abandon, the inside of the suit feeling oddly plush against his bare skin as it tightened, only increasing his mate's fevered pleasure and making him moan loudly.

If he hadn't been getting fucked silly, he might have noticed that it was more than his mate's cock making his head spin, as the suit grew tighter and tighter around him. The male kept on gasping, arching up as he felt the small butter hilt one final time. The little one yowled out, orgasming heavily, spasming as he spurts his hot load deep into that ass. He pulled out, slowly and grinding his cock into the space between his bare skin and the suit, pumping more of his potent cum into the tight space., the feeling of thick hot seed sliding against his skin made the male on bottom squirm as the butter pulled out, watching satisfied as the hole he tore sealed up, the fake fur beginning to take on a more organic look.

The butter rubbed his changing mate's body, stroking through his fur and smiling as he felt him writhing underpaw. "Mmmmn... this feel so great, oooh, yeah! Eep, I didn't order this suit with a moving jaw, omigosh!" the newly forming foxalope gasps. It takes his sex addled mind quite a while to catch on to the fact that he isn't wearing a costume anymore, his costume's head having already shrunk down to fit his perfectly, becoming a physical part of him. his paws explored his muzzle as he blinks and looks at what he can at himself, then rolls under the butter and gasps as he marvels up at the c-boy, watching in amazement as the cock reverts back to being a toy. "kuh-cake?"

"Keehee, yup! it's me in the flesh! Or, fur..." the c-boy giggles as he strokes through his mate's chest fur, making him churrr and arch, pressing his chest into the petting. His mate closes his eyes, accepting the pleasureable changes rather easily, the rough fucking and his mate's seed having already done their job on his mind and body.

Cake giggles and cooed as he felt his mate's new cock slide from his sheath. He was about to make a comment, but was caught off guard by a pair of paws grabbing him quickly, flipping him onto the bed. The foxalope, showing a sudden surge of aggressive dominance. He pins the smaller fur to the bed, tugging the toy out of his cunt roughly, making him yelp and squirm. The butter was soon crying out, moan loudly as his tunnel was stuffed with his mate's thick black cock. "Oh fuck! Mate me kyle, mmnmph!"

As the larger male pumped his cock in and out of the drenching wet tight cunt, the butter's toes curled and gripped against his ass, egging him on as he was mated. Their screams and cries of pleasure filled the room once more, but this time it was cake making the most noise as he was thoroughly ravished.

Cake cried out, arching his back into the rough sex. Kyle took his webbed feet and pulled them to his mouth, teasingly licking and suckling on his webbed toes, driving the boi even closer to the edge. The butter's body soon began to convulse and buck hard as his climax hit him, eyes rolling up as his squeezing cunt sprayed all over the strong male.

The butter's climax knocked the foxalope into overdrive, his balls slapping harder against the fuzzy pink ass, pistoning into the squeezing tunnel, then suddenly slamming home as he howls. Kyle rutted against Cake, his plump knot swelling out and making them both scream in ecstasy, the shaft buried deep in the butter pulsed and pumped him full of thick white seed. He then sat up, still locked against the smaller on, head swimming in afterglow. "I win..." he manages to mumble with a light smirk as he looks down at the worn out butter, his body spasming and writhing lightly in the afterglow and small shocks of pleasure he's receiving from the tied cock in his core.

After some time, the foxalope heaves himself onto the bed, grabbing the butter and rolling him onto his chest, nuzzling and kissing him gratefully. The butter giggles and soon began to doze off, mumbling something about having enough time for a nap before the masquerade... dreaming of having more lovies.