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Stonehoof looked to Jack and Arthur, then to myself. “Having fun?" He asked. His voice was deep and gruff, I couldn't tell if it was put on for the character, but it was clearly audible through the large and detailed head.

“A lot of fun." Arthur moaned. “Hey Stone, this is-"

“Dizzy. From the panel." The massive minotaur interrupted. I nodded, sheepishly waving hello as my muzzle dripped Jack's pearlescent fluids. He nodded back, the head moving around so he could get a good view of me through whatever restricted field of view that massive snout forced him into. “These two treatin' you right?" He asked as Jack chuckled nervously.

“Very well." I said, still trying to get my breath back. Stonehoof began stripping off the more showy parts of his suit; namely the armour plates and loincloth. Which is when I noticed the sizeable bulge between his legs. I audibly gulped as I stared.

A deep rumble filled the room. I wondered if we'd just experienced a minor earthquake, but it turned out just to be Stonehoof chuckling. “No need to worry there, bear." He growled, stepping over to pat me on the head. “I'm not attracted to furs." Part of me was relieved knowing that monstrous member wasn't destined for either of my holes, but I was also somewhat disappointed. “Just men."

What little part of my sanity was still around screamed as my mouth ran on autopilot. “Then I'll go get Des." Jack's jaw dropped, and I heard the stifled gasp of shock from Arthur behind me.

Stonehoof froze. “You what?"

“If… I mean only if you, uh wanted." I noticed the bulge twitch, and visibly expand. The minotaur stared at me for a moment, then pulled a zipper down, releasing his package. It was about as long and thick as my own at full mast, except it was still flaccid. “Oh god…" I moaned.

“You think 'Des' can handle this?" The gruff voice proudly inquired. I'd found a place online selling exotic dildos a couple years back, and in my rush to experiment I purchased one of the larger equine models. Initially it defeated me. But after many weeks of play with other toys I finally managed to get it inside me, though I could barely get it halfway down. From what I could see, Stonehoof could get to a similar size as that toy naturally. I nodded weakly. He placed a paw under my muzzle and lifted it to look up at him as he towered over me. “Then go get him."

And with that, the minotaur walked off to his room. “You're fucking mad!" Arthur said, somewhat concerned as he pulled his knot free of my arse. I groaned from the sensation. His cock had softened, which allowed the knot to be squeezed a little tighter and it popped out with a rush of cum. I looked around the room, the pair pointing out the bathroom to me. I nodded thanks and made a break for it.

My hands were shaking so much that undoing all the zips and buttons became almost impossible. But practice had made perfect, and soon I was out of the suit. Next was the torn thermals, and eventually I stood completely naked, Arthur's cum dripping down the inside of my thighs. I looked in the mirror. This was it. My fantasy made flesh. Fucking other furs as Dizzy was a huge kink of mine, but it wasn't what I was truly after. I longed to be taken by a big, muscular fur as a man, not a bear.

I took several deep breaths before opening the bathroom door and stepping out into the hallway. I was met by the brothers still in suit. “Are you sure you want to do this?" Arthur asked, stepping in close to run his paws over me. I shuddered at the sensation. He may have come to warn me away from the dickening that was about to occur, but his touch just reinforced in my mind what I needed. My cock sprang back to attention.

“Are you fucking kidding me?" Jack growled, taking my member in hand, giving it a few pumps. “I don't think we could stop him if we tried."

Arthur pressed his dribbling tool against my thigh. “Then I guess all there is to do is watch." He leaned in close to whisper “He's gonna break you." The fox brothers ushered me into Stonehoof's room. He was sprawled out on the bed in a 'Paint me like one of your french girls' pose, his cock thick, proud and half erect jutting out from his pelvis with the head bouncing in the air as it throbbed. Beneath it swung a pair of balls that looked just a little bigger than golf balls. My steps faltered as I realised that if I continued, that beast would be inside me.

“Come on then, show Stonehoof what you have to offer." I wasn't the most muscular of men, but I wasn't scrawny either. I'd for the most part tried to keep in shape, despite a bit of softness around the belly. I knelt at the edge of the bed and opened my mouth, showing off my glistening maw. And then I almost ruined it when I felt a burp coming. To my surprise, that expulsion of air brought with it a small mouthful of cum, so I opened my mouth to reveal the creamy surprise to Stonehoof. He must have seen the strands dripping from the roof of my mouth as his cock twitched eagerly. “You really took those two from each end didn't you."

“His first time." Arthur chuckled, leaning down to slap my arse.

“Oh, your first spitroast?" Stonehoof laughed.

“No," Arthur corrected “First anal." Stonehoof just stared, I imagined whomever was inside had eyes the size of saucers at that little factoid. The minotaur looked at his own phallus, then at me. “I know, we warned him, but he insisted."

“Well, didn't think I'd be breaking anyone today, but I suppose if that's what he wants…" He slid forward on the bed, planting a heavy hoof either side of my knees while his mostly erect cock bounced in the air before my face. It was musky, but not altogether unpleasant. Given the sounds of water running I heard while getting out of Dizzy, I guess he must have given it a quick wash which I was thankful for. Wandering around in suit for the afternoon would get anyone a bit pungent. I realised I'd been staring at the twitching staff when Stonehoof cleared his throat. “This ain't gonna lube itself."

I gulped, then tentatively reached out with my tongue. As I tapped the underside of the meaty prick, it jumped, coming back down to land on my tongue at my lips. I licked up the tiny slit as I kissed the massive, slick mushroom cap. Then I parted my lips a little more, and kissed again. And again. And wider still until I'd sucked the entire head into my mouth. My jaw hurt from ensuring his tool wasn't scraped by my teeth. I pulled back, rubbing my cheeks. I turned to Arthur but Stonehoof grabbed the top of my head with one large, furry hand and turned me back to face him. “Not many can take me orally, I'm sure as hell not letting you go before you've tried."

“You thought I was leaving?" I laughed nervously, then as if to prove a point, I dove down on his cock, sucking not only the head, but a good five inches of it into my mouth before it crashed against the back of my throat. I knew from messing around with my friend's toy that it wasn't gonna bend around my throat like that, I had to angle myself.

“Damn boy…" Stonehoof growled, sounding amazed at my determination. Or maybe it was just the feel of my mouth around him, tongue struggling to writhe against the member when my mouth was so full. I relaxed my jaw a little, teeth lightly grazing the shaft as I manoeuvred onto all fours; a much better position. I took a few calming breaths through my nose before inhaling deeply, and pressed forward, eyes clamped shut..

It hurt. Every inch of that monster pushing it's way down my throat was like a liquid fire, stretching my esophagus around it's swollen girth. I felt short fur against my lips, not forceful, but there. Opening my eyes I spied Stonehoof's grey hand loosely wrapped around his member. I didn't know what he was doing, I only felt the shape of his cock slowly bulging my throat as I pressed forward. My gag reflex was on a hair trigger, and when I felt I was pushing too far, I pulled back. I heard one of the foxes dash from the room as I gasped for breath.

The minotaur had tightened the grip on his cock as I withdrew, and it was then I understood his reason. When my vision cleared after a few deep breaths - and another couple of cummy burps flooding my mouth with Jack's spunk - Stonehoof showed me my progress. His cock - fully engorged - must have been about ten inches; and here I thought the Fox twins were gifted. But where he held his hand was just about two thirds of the way down from the head. He placed as many fingers as would wrap around his shaft between his hand and the base and snorted approvingly. “Des, that was impressive. Three fingers left."

I looked to the other two but they just shrugged. “Three fingers?"

Stonehoof gave himself a few tugs, showing me exactly what I'd just accomplished. “Mostly I fuck little sissies, fandom's full of em. Always willing to please and they absolutely worship my cock." The mix of pride and satisfaction was clear in his voice. “But very few go any further than licking or kissing it, only a couple have ever been able to stop from choking after the first few inches. “You did a good job."

I looked at the remaining flesh and gulped, the words forming on my tongue before I had any sense to stop them. “But I could do better." I blurted before inhaling a lungful of air along with a slickened cock. With Jack's cum coating the walls of my throat, I was able to use the natural lube to slide almost effortlessly down Stonehoof's pole, forcing him to move his hand as his shaft disappeared inside me. The first half of his cock went in relatively easy but as it pushed deeper, my body fought the fiery sensation of his girth stretching the depths of my throat. Managing to barely hold the belly full of cum down I pushed past the last few inches until my nose pressed against his belly.

And that's when the gag reflex gave in.

My throat rippled against Stonehoof's thick staff, desperately trying to eject it. But while he placed a paw on each shoulder ready to push me off for my own good, I instead wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tight, using my body's oral rejection of his manhood to pleasure him. “FUCK!" He cried. But his exclamation wasn't what shocked me. Wrapping a hand around my throat, Stonehoof gripped it tight and began pumping himself through me. I felt his cock throb and pulse at my indecorous act, the sheer insanity of it brought him crashing into his first orgasm.

As my chest convulsed and my head grew dizzy from lack of oxygen I felt him release his first shot of cum deep inside my throat, which was immediately pushed back against his member as my body attempted to clear the airway. The second burst of hot seed was where I could take no more, withdrawing to cough out globs of cum onto the floor between desperate gasps. The third blast of cum struck me square in the face, which is when Stonehoof's hand quickly wrapped around the base of his cock, holding back the flood. I coughed, trying not to wretch as the sensation of all that cum coating my throat pushed me to borderline illness.

Several seconds later Jack came rushing in brandishing his phone, pointed at me like a camera. “Dammit!" he muttered, “Did I miss it?"

“Des… what…" Stonehoof moaned, barely able to keep calm after the mind altering state the man had just put him through. “How the hell…" He panted hard, trying to reassert dominance over his body as his cock remained at full mast.

“Told you," I coughed, wiping his spunk from the corners of my mouth “I could… do better." I stood upright, arching my back to stretch it out. I had to really concentrate on breathing, having just pushed myself so hard. But I wasn't about to stop there. My inner deviant had awoken properly, and it was hungry. Feeling a vertebrae pop into place I took a couple steps over to Stonehoof as he got his own breath back, cock in hand. I placed one knee up on the bed, my erect member running alongside his. There was no competition, the minotaur dwarfed me easily.

“Des?" He inquired as I placed my other knee up on the bed and shifted forwards. Having my legs so far apart caused a little globule of Arthurs seed to drip down onto Stonehoof's shaft.

“I've wanted this for years..." I said, ignoring his plea. I moved a bit further forward until I could reach behind and pull his cock into position against my winking hole. “For a big, hung fur to come along and fuck me senseless." I descended ever so slightly, pressing down on that fat head hard enough for it to pop inside me. We both moaned while I placed a hand on each of the minotaur's shoulders. “If you don't want to, just-"

Stonehoof placed a large hand on top of my head, shutting me up as he pushed down. My body followed as I felt my arse stretch to accomodate the girthy member. “Just remember, you wanted this." Stonehoof grunted, sliding his other hand around my waist to steady me as my legs began to wobble.

“Shit! He's doing it!" Jack exclaimed, camera pointed at the giant cock disappearing act.

“Fuck that's hot." Arthur moaned, paw wrapped around his synthetically knotted member as he began jacking off to the sight.

I managed about a half of the huge tool before I had to stop, panting heavily. I was fortunately still reasonably stretched from taking the fox's knot, but it was the length now that was causing issues. I forced my legs to take the weight and began lifting up, only to feel the bulbous head of Stonehoof's anal destroyer catch on my rim. We moaned in tandem again, a cue for me to lower myself once more in the hopes of further impaling myself on his shaft. “Take it slow…" I muttered to myself, breathing heavily as I felt my back door loosed with each descent.

“Yeah, don't want to break you before the fun begins." Stonehoof chuckled with a rumbling growl. I raised and lowered myself several times, each one gaining me another inch over the previous. And after a couple minutes of gently lowering myself I felt my cheeks rest on his thighs, the base of the monster cock firmly pressed against my rim as I moaned lustfully into Stonehoof's ear. “Des… Fuck…"

In the back of my head, the 'That's the plan' line floated around, but the sensation of having my rear filled so completely left me entirely incapable of speech. I sat on the minotaurs lap for a moment, panting hard and feeling like I needed to take the mother of all shits. But I knew what I wanted more. I wanted what I half-denied my throat. I wanted Stonehoof's cum, and I wanted it deep.

Stonehoof took a short breath as one would when they're about to speak, but I cut him off by using my rather wobbly leg muscles to lift myself almost clear of his girthy length before sheathing that meaty sword to the hilt. I moaned. He growled. Jack gasped and Arthur grunted as I felt a hot liquid splash against my back and start to dribble down. I could not have cared less if Arthur just came on me, my body was there but my mind was somewhere else entirely.

I repeated the rise and fall again, and again. Each time building up a quicker pace, much to everyone's delight. Soon Stonehoof had started applying his own movements, with his massive hands holding my waist tight, he was giving each downward motion a significant increase in force, while thrusting up with his hips at the crucial point. I could feel his monster member bending around inside me, smashing against my insides with each powerful thrust aided by gravity. “F-f-f-f…" I moaned, eyes exploding with fireworks as my body smashed headlong into a mind-bending climax.

My legs finally gave out as I erupted across Stonehoof's midsection, coating his chest and abs in pearlescent cum. But while I was done, he was not. The minotaurs' hands gripped my waist tighter, holding me in place as he lifted me off the bed. I could hear the metal in his legs strain as he carried me - still impaled - over to the wall, slamming me against it. “You're not done yet." Stonehoof growled, withdrawing to the tip before thrusting back inside me.

Words escaped me, all I could do was wrap my legs around the minotaurs waist as he railed me against the hotel room wall. Through fuzzy vision I spotted the fox twins still staring in awe. Arthur had taken over recording duties while Jack was pounding his meat furiously at the sight of my arse being reamed. I smiled at the fox's unrestrained lewdity before Stonehoof brought my mind back to the task at hand with a firm thrust. I'd slipped out of the orgasmic state and back to reality - for the most part - and got about giving that minotaur the ride of his life.

Each time he hilted me I clenched every muscle down there that I could command, squeezing his cock tightly as he withdrew. My first attempt was ill timed as I squeezed too early and felt my insides protest as the unstoppable force of a cock ploughed into me. But after that I could hear Stonehoof's groans of pleasure with each withdrawal. Fortunately, being pinned against a wall and having my legs wrapped around the mighty fur fucking me meant I could devote every last bit of energy I had to being the best little fuck toy possible.

I milked that bulls cock with each thrust, my muscles clamping down on the meaty intrusion only to relax enough for a quick and easy slam back to my deepest depths, aided by the still present fox cum lining my walls. Occasionally Stonehoof would withdraw far enough that his head would bump my prostate on the way back in, eliciting excited whimpers from me as I tried to hold on. But I wouldn't have to try for much longer. “Are you ready, boy?" the minotaur grunted as he sheathed himself and stayed there a few moments. I nodded, still unable to properly form words. “Good."

Stonehoof pulled out to the tip before ramming his full length into me in one quick thrust. A fire of liquid hot bliss erupted across every part of me as I felt the second stroke deliver a payload of his seed at it's apex. He withdrew again, the minotaurs heat coating my insides before he thrust back into me, using me as a sleeve for his titanic cock. Each stroke rubbed me in ways I could have only dreamed, my overstimulated body only capable of moaning in appreciation as each blast of pearlescent seed splashed against my insides.

The lewd display felt like it lasted an eternity, with Stonehoof alternating between cumming deep inside me to him pulling out and coat the inside of my arse with more cum before slamming back home. I wondered if it would ever end, his prior release down my throat felt like a cupful - though I knew it must have been less - and what he was releasing inside me was so much more. As if on cue he pushed as deep as possible and held himself there, grunting into my ear “Such a good little toy…"

The pulses turned to throbs as I felt Stonehoof's destroyer slowly shrink inside me. It felt magical, the closest to the aftercare from an intense massage one could get internally. My passage naturally constricted around him as he softened, though not quite as fast, letting his cum pool up around his member. He was taking a moment to catch his breath, my weight mostly supported by the wall and his digitigrade legs until he was ready to lift me again. And lift he did, hoisting me up and onto the bed. I fell onto the sheets as his cock popped free, cum plopping out of me. I gasped at the sensation of cool air wafting into me until my hole squinted closed.

“Damn that was hot!" Jack exclaimed, startling us all. Stonehoof collapsed on the bed next to me, out of breath. “I can't believe you took the entire thing!"

I gulped, trying to force moisture down my dry throat from all the heavy breathing I'd just done. When it felt sufficiently lubricated I chuckled “Lots of practice with toys."

“You don't say…" Grunted Stonehoof beside me. “Not sure I believe the 'first time' thing." His labored breaths were indicative of the kind one usually gets when doing something strenuous in a fursuit; the buildup of heat and having to shift around added weight of fabric, not to mention the different way you have to move to make sure foam portions of legs and tail don't constantly trip you up. And on top of all that, the minotaur had what looked to be some seriously heavy duty mechanical legs. It was no wonder the guy was so exhausted. “But I don't care." I looked over to the vapour billowing from his nostrils. “Best fuck this con."

Pride billowed inside me, grinning sheepishly at the ceiling as I closed my eyes, ready to take a nap.

That notion was quickly shattered with Jack commenting “Don't suppose you're conscious enough for dinner?" I glanced over at the clock on the side table and groaned. 6:34 PM.

“Damn, wish I could do a quick bite, but I have a caper I need to start organising soon." I thought about the timing of my plan that evening, and figured I'd need to get the quality Désirée suit out to Shaede before seven, so I could do that on the way to dinner. Then I would need to be back at the room after John and Clara got back from their dinner but before they headed out. I rubbed my fingers over my eyes as I thought about making everything line up.

“A Caper?" Arthur said slyly.

“Sounds fun." Stonehoof chuckled before letting out a contented sigh.

“I want in!" Jack stated, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Heh," I smiled, sitting up, feeling the mix of minotaur and fox cum slosh about inside me. The sensation made me blush. “Wish you could, but this one's a bit on the sensitive side. Gotta get everything perfectly in place or…" I realised the 'or' could be the end of a marriage, and felt the colour drain from my cheeks. Jack was too excited to notice - that and the huge fox head preventing a decent view - but it seemed as though Arthur saw the change in me and nodded slightly.

“C'mon." Arthur offered a hand to help me up.

After standing - and testing my legs to make sure I wouldn't immediately fall over - I pat Arthur on the back and mumbled a “Thanks." He and Jack just wrapped me up in a fox hug sandwich. “Mmmm." I moaned, as their paws gently rubbed my naked and cum-stained skin. “As nice as this feels, I need to get back to my room and change."

“Okay," Arthur pulled away, then proceeded to pry Jack off me. “We all need to have a bit of a wash, let the man go." Jack relented, though I could tell he was still smiling in his suit.

After a few minutes I'd slipped back in Dizzy and promised to catch up before the end of the con. I thanked Stonehoof for the experience, which he just gave me a thumbs up from the bed before I took my leave and made my way back to my room. The trek there was a bit on the difficult side, as the cum inside me coupled with the recent reaming was setting off the biological urge to find a toilet as soon as possible. I got inside - fortunately John and Clara were still at dinner - and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Once relieved, I ordered some potato wedges with sweet chilli and sour cream from room service and sent Shaede a message saying she can come pick up the Désirée suit any time soon. The food would easily take a half hour, so I had a quick shower while I waited for Shaede to arrive. I was just finishing up when I heard a knock on the hotel room door.

“Just a sec!" I called back, shutting the water off and quickly wrapping a towel around me. It was either Shaede or Room service, and as I approached the door in just a towel, I was really hoping for the former. Luck was on my side as I opened the door to a smiling Shaede and a somewhat shocked Overwulf. “Hiya…" I said, a little red in the face. “Was just… in the shower…" Then snapping out of it I reached behind the door and grabbed the case with the high quality suit in it, handing it over.

But Shaede - noticing the various scratch marks down my back and waist - had to inquire “Looks like you had a bit of fun." She took the suitcase from me, grinning wickedly as she took a deep breath. Yeah, she was looking forward to the evening.

“Won't be getting much tonight, figured I'd make up for it beforehand." I smirked, running fingers through my wet hair nervously.

“Well, we who are about to fuck, salute you." Over chuckled, saluting casually before guiding Shaede back to the elevator. “Good luck."

“See you in a bit." Shaede said as she was pulled beyond the sliding metal doors.

I shook my head with a smile, closing the door behind me as I went back to the bathroom to dry myself off. A few minutes later I was dressed and pecking at a bowl of potato wedges while standing in the little kitchenette. I gulped down a can of cola and let out a satisfied burp, the subtle flavour of cum burbling up from below to remind me of the afternoon's events. I had tried sitting after the bellboy had delivered my food and left, but I was just a bit too tender there still. I groaned, knowing relaxing at the club later would prove difficult.

I'd just managed the last wedge when I heard the door beep. Clara ushered John in through the hotel room door and into the living area. “Hey, how'd dinner go?" I asked, stretching.

“Found a nice place overlooking the water." John smiled contentedly. “Great lobster."

Clara rolled her eyes sarcastically. “It was nice. What'd you get up to?"

I blushed immediately. John was already making his way to their bedroom, but his wife noticed. She walked up close and raised her eyebrows. “Stonehoof…" I said, just above a whisper.

Her eyes widened “The… minotaur?" I nodded. “I… i mean, how?"

“Well, Dizzy and the two foxes were-"

“Two foxes?" The surprised tone grew in intensity, Clara catching herself from becoming too loud by leaning in. “Two foxes. Spill."

“Brothers." I whispered, hearing John unzip his suitcase in the other room, no doubt getting into more casual clothes before we head to the club. “Went back to theirs after the walk, and Stonehoof is their roomie."

“So Dizzy got it on with two foxes and a minotaur?"

“Not exactly." Grinning madly and still blushing I scratched the back of my neck “Stonehoof doesn't do 'furries'..." She looked at me a little confused, before realisation washed over her face. “I think there's a video if you-"

She waved me off. “No, no, stop right there." Clara said, putting her hands up defensively, and backing off with a blush to match mine. “I don't need to see anything, I-" She leaned her head to one side and took a deep breath “You better believe we're watching that." The unmistakable tone of Désirée growled seductively before Clara shook the aspect from her mind. I looked at her with raised eyebrows and a smile. “Dammit." She grumbled before disappearing into her room with John. I moved to my own room and got in my clubbing gear.

John was in the living room in only a few minutes, with Clara having moved to the bathroom to get the Désirée murrsuit on. I joined John soon after and showed him what was on the books for Sunday. There unfortunately didn't seem to be anything that caught John's attention, most of the panels and talks being about niche parts of the fandom. It was decided that the three of them would wander around the market hall in the morning before checking out the artists alley. What better way to get the man into the whole Furry convention than to dump him into an exhibition space full of costumes, art and merchandise.

Désirée eventually stepped out of the bathroom, giving us a nod as she sashayed over. One paw held her tail, twirling it with each step as the tentacles on her back bounced around. Fortunately I'd used the same armatures on both suits, so they looked close enough in the apartment lighting. It would take John looking very closely at the detail work to really notice the difference. Désirée stopped in front of me, pausing momentarily as I can assume she had to remind herself to behave in front of John. “So, shall we?" She held her hand out to her husband-in-name-only and he took it somewhat gently.

I let the duo out of the room, making sure to conveniently 'forget' to remind either of them about their hotel key while I double checked I had my own. All the way there Désirée fiddled with something at the back of her neck, a clever girl that one. The more she played it up, the more reasonable it would be for her to leave the two of us for the headless lounge. As we got closer to the club, I once more reiterated how it was against the 'rules' to talk while in suit, so once we were inside, Désirée would be communicating through sign language and other gestures.

And then, we were in.

I ordered drinks for the three of us - hazelnut liqueur for me, cocktail with a long straw for Désirée and a Jager bomb for John - and found a booth near the dance floor. I sat, but before I could so much as take a sip Désirée had dragged John onto the dance floor. I grinned, wondering if she knew how interested Shaede was in taking John's fursuit virginity so trying to make her seem more interested than she was. Or maybe she just wanted to dance.

As the two spun and stepped across the floor, Désirée constantly fiddled with the back of her head, until eventually she dragged John back. She must have been super thirsty for Over and his buddies if she was headed off only ten minutes into the night. But leave she did; after faking the head almost coming off, she motioned John back to the booth. She signed to us 'problem, headless lounge, 5 minutes' and I relayed the info to John. He offered to come help but I explained how the headless lounge was for suiters only, and that Désirée would be fine as it was just outside the clubs VIP area.

We sat and engaged in a bit of small talk over the musical din. Apparently his work had been a fresh slice of hell lately, with several overseas departments screwing something up that he couldn't tell me about. Suffice to say while he wasn't in the shit, a related department was and he was being dragged into the fray with the basic demand to fix it. The Jaeger bomb was gone in only a couple minutes, the glass slammed to the table by an exhausted John. His action didn't go unnoticed as the barman looked over to us with a raised eyebrow. I signalled for another of the same for the two of us and he sighed, nodding.

By happenstance Désirée walked back in just as I got up to go pick up the drinks from the bar. As I passed by I noticed she was swinging her tail with the other hand and I grinned mischievously. I nodded to the Shaede inside the suit and she nodded back. The easy part was over. Now we just had to keep the ruse going for the rest of the night.

I paid for the drinks and returned to the booth, our faux Désirée giving John an assortment of hand signals describing how one of the tabs wasn't buckled properly. He looked to me for a translation and I gave him the lowdown, as well as trying to teach him a few others that Shaede might need to use through the night; like the difference between asking for an alcoholic drink and asking for water. I didn't need to keep the conversation going for long though, as Shaede dragged John up to the dance floor after downing the cocktail in one long sip. I took a deep breath, mumbling to myself “This is gonna be a strange night."

It was three hours of drinking and dancing before John's alcohol tolerance was properly broken through. Shaede seemed to have gotten him to the perfect level of tipsy but capable, and signalled me it was time to head back to the room. I nodded in agreement and finished my drink. John had not seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary through the night - which was a relief - but the night wasn't over quite yet. Once we were back in the room, Shaede would have to go into overdrive to pretend to be Désirée. I just hoped she could convince him.

John realised at that moment they only had one key between the three of us, and my plan of forcing myself to return to the room with them was successful. It was a bit wobbly down the hallway as the other two hugged and played with each other, John mentioning several times how she felt like a different woman in that suit. I'll admit, I almost shat myself when he said it, but I talked it off as me using high grade latex foam rather than the regular stuff to pad out the suit, so things would feel a bit different in certain areas. Then - with a surprisingly decent impersonation of Clara's voice - Shaede mumbled “But not different in the places that count." while goosing John outside our hotel room door.

I rolled my eyes and played it up as though nothing were wrong before unlocking it to let them inside. Shaede pranced in, turning the lights off as she made her way to my bedroom. John however turned to me, closing the door halfway to prevent me from entering. “You wouldn't mind giving us a few, would you?" I saw the purple displacer beast backstep out of my room to head for the other bedroom, causing me to grin.

“No probs mate. I'll head back to the bar for a bit." We fistbumped as he closed the door. I was tempted to head back to the bar - or maybe see what Dani was up to - but I knew it would be best if I hung around for a little bit, just in case. And I'm glad I did.

About ten minutes later, I looked up from my phone to see a familiar purple head poke out from the hotel room and scan the hallway. I'd taken a seat on one of the armchairs near the elevator and when she spotted me, Shaede waved me over. Unsure of what was going on I hurried up to her, about to ask in hushed tones what was going on, but instead I was bodily yanked through the doorway and slammed against a cupboard door.

“Do you hear that?" She growled menacingly. At first all I could hear was the woman's growling breath, but focusing past her a faint snoring wafted through from Clara's room. “He fell asleep!" My eyes widened as I realised what must have happened.

Well... shit.