A Star is Transformed: Part 15 by sereneyeen

A Star is Transformed: Part 15

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Terry takes a break from his studies to go to a local furry convention being held in the human world. The young human is having a fun, relaxing time until some unexpected guests show up, flipping his first ever con experience on its head.

Happy 4/20! Here's a fun, comedic, even emotional chapter. Not without a bit of smut, of course! Hope you enjoy!

The next month had helped Terry/Hunter overcome their initial depression. After the first week of his new semester, work in the anthro world started to ramp up. In between studying for his new course load and going furniture shopping for his new apartment, he would also be invited to the anthro world for all sorts of projects. He had another porn shoot with Doe in which he got turned into a twinkish femboy mouse, and also had his first one-on-one shoot with just him and Kiera, the two playing as pirates on a lavish boat set with Hunter pulled up on deck as the captain's latest treasure. Kiera went fishing for booty and managed to turn Hunter into a cute otter woman, which led to her first time shrinking in height from a transformation.

Hunter also got to go on some fun non-porn assignments, like a TV interview with anthro talk-show host Saul Blackpaw, a sleek male panther with a huge late night audience. Somehow, live TV was more nerve-wracking to Hunter — who went in their human form — than seeing themself projected on a big screen. Luckily, Doe coached them with some public speaking tips as well as how to use their overall starpower to charm the crowds. And while Hunter managed a coherent and even fun interview with the panther, it was the surprise segment afterwards that really tested their mettle, as Saul wanted to prove to the remaining audience who was still not sold on Hunter's transformations that they were the real deal...

Needless to say, being fucked by a muscular panther and turned into a frilly poodle woman for all to see on live late night television was an unexpected but welcome surprise for the human star.

And while Hunter was invited to the show wrap party in her hot and girly poodle form, she knew she had class the next day that would be hell to sit through if she went with a hangover. Kiera and Julie drove Hunter back to their place, taking care to drive a longer yet less known route now that their fame made it so crazier fans might follow them home.

Hunter entered the girls' bedroom laughing and joking with the couple. “I really thought you'd break when he fisted you," Kiera said lightheartedly. “It looked like you were being stuffed like a jumbo shell pasta."

“Gross!" Julie cackled before turning back to Hunter. “I dunno how you're still standing after that pounding."

“Well, I thought of it like this," Hunter said out of her newly canine muzzle, “If my pussy gets sore, I won't have to worry about it staying that way the morning after, because I'll be back in my human body again."

“Ahhh, and now the reason you asked to go to bed early falls into place. 'Wake up for classes' my feline ass."

Hunter giggled at Julie, feeling especially girly while in this fluffy, poofy poodle body. Her white fur was practically bursting out of the dress Francesca prepared in case of a gender change, poofed up like a prize-winning showdog. Hunter began removing that dress and putting back on the change of human clothes she left in the room, preparing her return back home.

“By the way," Kiera started, “I get that your old apartment was pretty crappy, but could you have picked a farther spot for your new place? It was Jordana's turn to deliver your mail and she said she had to take one of your human buses with her hoodie on for fifteen minutes both ways! Apparently this one human kid actually caught her muzzle sticking out of the hood and kept calling her kitty! Thank gods the dad was too dumb to pay attention."

“Ugh, I'm so sorry, guys. There was a closer apartment I wanted but it got taken last minute, and I didn't wanna spend another extra month with my old fucking roommate."

“Ah, that asshole. Based on what you told us, you still made the right decision."

“We're gonna have to come up with a better system to contact you," Julie suggested. “Oh! I know. How about you get us a burner phone or a pager. Then, Kiera could hold it out of the rift, give you a quick message, and then pull it back before anyone can spot her."

Hunter laughed. “That might be the silliest idea you've ever come up with, so of course I love it!"

“Think you could buy us one tomorrow after your class. We'll reimburse you."

“Sorry, no can do. At least not now..." Hunter stretched her male-fitting shirt over her fuzzy tits. “I'm prepping for the con this weekend."

“Con? What con?"

“Oh, did I not tell you? I'm finally going to a local furry convention."

Kiera's ears perked up at the mention. “Holy fuck! Like, the ones where humans put on anthro costumes??"

“The very same. I won't have a fursuit, but it'll be a fun time regardless. Will meet some fun humans of the anthro persuasion, bring you guys something from the dealer's den, and I'll take pictures of as many fursuiters as I can for Kiera to gawk at."

“Hell yeah," the skunk cheered. “Look at you, Hunter. Even in the human world you're out there doing anthro shit. We really did a number on ya, huh."

Hunter giggled and wagged her little tail, finally putting on human pants too big for her now slender puppy legs. “Ugh, I should've followed Jordy's lead and brought a hoodie. I gotta pass by my old building every time I come to or leave the rift, and I worry whether Derrick's still in that apartment across the street, watching me."

“He's not watching you," Julie said comfortingly. “He's a human twenty-something who works retail. He's not petty enough nor has the time to spy on you."

“Yeah, I guess... Welp. I'm off to get some shuteye. See you gals later."

“Oh! Before you go, would you like to come with us to the doctor next week? It'll be our first pregnancy appointment and we could use your support."

Hunter beamed at the news. The more she thought about it, the more excited she was to be a godparent to those cubs. She wanted to be there every step of the way. “Say no more. I'll be right there with you."

“Thank you, Hunter," Kiera cooed, bringing out one of her digits to boop her black canine nose. “And keep me posted on when you turn into a male or herm skunk. All this talk of cubs has been hitting my breeding instincts hard."

“Mmmrr, will do~" the poodle growled before licking the skunk's cheek.

Terry was finally beginning to feel at home in his new apartment. With a couch and a new TV in his living room, as well as a better stocked kitchen with pans, cutlery, and spices, the part-time human had begun to return to his new den with a feeling of comfort and modest luxury. Late afternoon study sessions were for once met with blissful silence, and he never once had to worry that his food would be stolen from the fridge. It truly felt good to for once in his life have a space for just himself. This newfound privacy also allowed for some intimate time with some of the sex toys he brought back from the anthro world, spending his nights with a knotted dildo before going to bed.

With a morning yawn, Terry cracked some eggs on his pan and made himself breakfast, ready to greet his weekend with gusto. Today was the first day of the local anthro con, and the human was looking forward to having a fun time in a furry-friendly space in the human world for once.

After eggs and hashbrowns, Terry finally left the building and hopped the next train to the downtown center, waiting to arrive at the hotel venue where the convention awaited.

Picking up his badge at the info desk, Terry finally made it to the con floor in the hotel lobby. It was really unlike anything he'd ever seen. Half the guests were dressed in a rainbow of fursuits of various types and species, from full-body mascot costumes, to just masks and gloves while still wearing their normal clothes.

Terry nearly forgot just how colorful humans' fursonas were. Anthros in the anthro world were derived from their natural feral forms. Nothing fancy or outlandish like human hair on top of their heads, heart-shaped markings, cartoonish proportions, or painterly color palettes. The fursonas that humans came up with were filled with fantastical additions that allowed for a wider range of personal expression – not to mention the inclusion of fantasy/pre-historic creatures like dragons, dinos, unicorns, sabretooths, and other such species that were absent from the anthro world.

The non-suiting human took as many pictures as he could with his phone, sure his friends across the rift would get a huge kick out of the variety of designs. After a few snaps of some con-goers from afar, a couple suiters managed to come up to Terry and ask if they could pose for his photos personally. Terry was amazed at how friendly and positive human furries were. Throughout his pre-porn life, Terry was told that furries were weirdos and perverts, the peak of cringe. In actuality, much like his realization with the real anthros, they were just regular-ass people ranging from kind and respectful to goofy and fun, not to mention a little kinky.

It was enough to give Terry a wide smile. He was worried his time with actual anthros would spoil his experience with these cosplaying humans, but their infectious energy made for an enjoyable, wholesome vibe. Full-on strangers chatted with him about how long he was in the community, if he left his suit in a hotel room, what species his 'sona was, and all sorts of light chatter. Overwhelming as it was, considering his lack of a suit or official fursona, there was still an underlying positivity that kept him from feeling excluded.

Of course, that didn't stop some regular hotel guests from scoffing at the scene.

“I'm saying we can't sleep in that room! Either get us on another floor or we'll find another hotel."

Terry didn't notice the belligerent young adult arguing with the concierge out of earshot at first, the human making his way for one of the panel auditoriums...

“What's your name? Cindy? Well, Cindy, I'm a Platinum Card carrier. You think I pay for your most expensive membership to be treated like a second-class citizen to a bunch of sex-fiends in cosplay? I swear, we heard them fucking all morning!"

“Sir, their rooms are already paid for by the event organizers, there's nothing I can do. If it'll make you feel better, I can give them a noise complaint notice—"

“I just don't get why a reputable establishment like this is even hosting this thing."

“_ C'mon Jon, just let it go. We're late enough as is." _

If Terry still had his anthro ears, they'd flick at the familiar voice he just heard. He turned back around to face the concierge desk, where none other than his ex-girlfriend Carla was standing beside a blonde, sharply dressed rich guy with his arm around her waist. Terry nearly did a double-take. What is Carla doing here? And who's this douchebag she's with??

Carla's gaze haphazardly caught Terry's, bringing her to shade her eyes with her palm in embarrassment. Terry simply couldn't leave her alone, as red as her cheeks were getting. He had to know what was going on.

“Y'know what, we already packed our belongings anyway, we're just gonna move to the hotel down the street," the blonde gentleman stated plainly. The concierge had no choice but to nod politely to the Platinum Card carrier as she just lost his business. He turned to Carla, “Let's just get my car back from the valet, 'kay babe?" He leaned in to peck Carla on the cheek before finally noticing her flushed state. “What's wrong, Car?"

Carla turned around to avoid him, only to find Terry walking right up to her, his convention badge/lanyard wrapped prominently around his neck. The two exes stared awkwardly at each other while the rich gentleman was left to pick up the meager context clues.

“Uhhh, you two know each other?"

Carla sighed and forced a polite smile. “Jon, this is Terry Slate. Terry, Jonathan Lexington."

“Ohhh! You're the ex that blew up at Peyton Thornwood's face! Carla's told me great things about you."

Terry stared at Jonathan, unable to get a good read on the man. He was about his age, clearly Carla's new boyfriend based on how handsy he was being with her, but he had the air of one of those rich douchebags Carla swore she'd never date. That said, he didn't seem bad per se. Just a little full of himself.The blonde had a winning smile and great teeth, and while his choice of dress screamed American Psycho, his demeanor seemed friendly enough. At least ignoring the May-I-Speak-To-The-Manager tone he just gave to the concierge.

“She told you about that?" Terry asked.

“Well, it's a rare thing when someone stands up to Carla's uncle. Shame you had to get fired, though. The old chap usually respects that kind of conviction."

'Old chap'? When was the last time I heard a non-British person use that term unironically? Ugh, I shouldn't be mean, he's being nice enough. For now.

“Jonathan Lexington, eh? That wouldn't be of the Lexington Family that the Thornwood Brothers Conglomerate is trying to buy out?"

“Hey, you know your stuff! And you're, uh..." Jon looked down and saw the convention badge hanging from his neck. “...doing well for yourself, it seems."

Terry didn't flinch. He had become so many species and been stretched out and fucked in a variety of positions in public and even on live TV. He had lost any capacity for embarrassment or shame at what a regular-ass human would think about his personal life. “Yup. This is my first con, so, I have no idea what to expect. Should be fun, though!"

Jon blinked. The budding businessman in him would usually laugh at one of these furry weirdos, but he had to admit, Terry had a striking confidence to him that was hard not to respect. “Yeah, yeah. Carla never told me you're a, uh..."

“A furry? Oh, I wasn't when we dated."

“Interesting... Did you bring a little costume or are you saving that for one of your hotel room get-togethers?"

Carla had to stop this before she turned beet red. “Jon! The valet? We don't wanna be late."

“Oh, yes, of course! I'll be right back. You two... catch up." He pecked her cheek again before rushing to the revolving doors. Carla and Terry just stood there, unsure what to say after such an encounter.

“.......Soooo, new boyfriend! How long's this been going on?"

Carla shrugged, “Three weeks, I think?"

“Yeah, didn't you once say, 'If you ever see me playing nice with one of dad's rich asshole friends, please slap some sense back into me?'"

“Terry, what are you doing here?" she asked, dodging the question.

The human male flashed his badge again. “I'm here for the con. What about you? Is your dad making you do corporate espionage or is he legit nice?"

Carla managed a weak smile. Terry always knew how to make her smile. “No, we're... dating... Please don't try to 'slap some sense into me' or whatever it was I said."

“Wouldn't dream of it. So, three weeks you say? I'm guessing this has something to do with your family get-together in England last winter break?"

“Nailed it in one." She exhaled. “Meanwhile, you're going from porn premieres to furry cons in the span of months. Was I really that much of a stick in the mud?"

“Hahahah, god, no! I mean, does a prim and proper business heiress usually go for that kind of thing?"

“Hey, I'm only an heiress in the most basic sense, I can throwdown on the horny-game any time, bitch."

“Of course, you'd make me sign an NDA before divulging on any of these unpopular kinks."

“Well, that goes without saying." The two chuckled together... then sighed. They could have had this, once upon a time. This ease and comfort... Now she was with someone else.

Terry awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “Y'know, I was wondering why you weren't TA-ing at the Queer Studies class anymore when I joined. Does... he have anything to do with that?"

Carla puffed hot air from her lips. That was the one question she didn't want him to ask. “It's just a bad time, is all... For what it's worth, I do like him, even if we were introduced on the grounds of a business merger. He's been keeping my Queer Studies stint a secret from my family, and he's generally chill for a rich heir type."

“Like you."

She smirked at how quickly he retorted with that line. “Yup, like... Like me... This is gonna sound so dumb, but I just had to stop being ashamed of my upbringing. Yes, all my family members are fucking 1% assholes, but that doesn't make me tainted by them. Jonathan's like that too. When I'm around him, I don't feel guilty or embarrassed anymore. He... keeps me grounded, y'know?"

“Yeah, I could see that. Even though he doesn't have a tolerance for guys in fursuits fucking each other one room over."

“Oh my god, you heard that?"

“It's no big deal. Dude's a normie. Nothin' wrong with guys like him not getting it." Terry tried his damnedest not to mention how he also heard Jonathan screed about being a Platinum Card member to the concierge like some oil tycoon. He genuinely wanted Carla to be happy, and if Jonathan made her happy, well... That was one thing Terry couldn't provide that he'd gladly concede to a better human. “Sooo, where you two headed?"

“We're going to the opera. He's pretty cultured, actually. Hell, when I told him about my secret Queer Studies job, we talked for like two hours about bell hooks."

“Damn. Not many rich, white business heirs who can cop to that."

Jonathan leaned in from the revolving door and called out to Carla. “Car's ready, Carla! You done?"

“Almost!" Carla called back. She turned back to Terry, sharing a brief, comforting smile with him. “Well... I'll see you later, Terry. Enjoy your convention."

“Y-Yeah. Enjoy your opera," Terry stammered. Carla nodded before walking over to the revolving door, kissing Jon on the cheek, and walking out to their car with their hands wrapped around each other's waists.

Terry felt an emptiness he didn't think he'd feel, cratering in his chest like the singularity of a black hole. It's not like he imagined himself and Carla getting back together, especially now that he no longer exclusively identified as a “he", let alone a human, but it was still bittersweet watching her go to a man who made her happier, one who made her feel normal rather than embarrassed of her spoiled upbringing.

The human sighed, going to a nearby bench against a wall and slumping against it with an exhausted defeat. Perhaps it was for the best that it went this way. What was he gonna do, show her all the anthro porn he's done thinking she'd be proud of him? That she'd want to stay friends with a species-shifting weirdo who's dangerously close to leaving humanity behind? He had a new path to set out on, and she had hers. What was so wrong with that...

As he exhaled and watched the fursuited con goers mingle in the lobby, Doe clopped up to the bench and sat next to Terry. “Looks like someone's having fun, huh?"

“Doe, not now," Terry said flatly...

...before jolting back up on his feet as he finally clicked with what was in front of him!

“WHAT THE! DOE?!!!"

Doe Adira giggled in all her cervine glory, dressed in a lacey, multi-colored blouse and a frilly black and pink skirt, accentuating her full figure and contrasting the rich brown of her fur. “Miss me, cute stuff?"

“WHAT— HOW— WHEN—"

“Oh, just exploring your adorable human world. You know, your city-planners need to invest in more hoof-friendly sidewalk material. I worry I may have chipped one of my little dewclaws~" Doe reveled in Terry's shocked expression, teasing him with her casual tone. This was well worth the bit.

“No! Like— What the fuck are you doing here? HOW did you get here from the rift?? And how many people saw you?!"

“Oh settle your smooth butt down and let me explain, Hunter. See, I went to visit Julie and Kiera this morning when they told me all about this little convention you were going to, and the whole thing just piqued my interest. I didn't have anything better to do today, so I just waltzed through the rift in their closet – with their permission of course – and had myself a little adventure."

“That's... That's insane! How'd you even find this place? The rift is like 15 miles from here! People probably saw you! You could've gotten hurt!"

“Aw, dear Hunter, I'm a fully grown doe. It took me a little while, but I did eventually find a library—"

“YOU WENT INTO A LIBRARY?!"

“—and learned how to use your internet to search the address of this 'convention'. Again, your keyboards are very unfriendly to those of the hoofed persuasion, but one of the nice humans was sweet enough to help out a little doe like me. I must say, the looks I got from everyone were very entertaining. From the library to the bus."

“YOU TOOK THE BUS?!"

“It was quite the eye-opening trek. As soon as I explained to the passengers where I was headed they were less concerned with my unique look than before. One of the cubs even asked her mommy to take a picture with me. Heheh, the cute little thing thought I was wearing a costume. A lot of them did. And now that I'm seeing what your costumes of us actually do look like," she gestured at the crowds of fursuiters idling along the con floor, “It really is remarkable how well you humans can adapt to new information, whether through discovery or denial."

“I... I'm speechless," Terry gasped. “You did all that, risked your entire livelihood in a strange world... just to go to a convention with me??"

“Oh, darling, you make it sound like I dove headfirst into a volcano. It was a fun lark. Believe me, I worked multiple seedy strip clubs before getting into acting. I can handle some wide-eyed, frozen humans~"

Terry's jaw remained agape, still unable to fully grasp the enormity of the risk that Doe casually laughed off. The only way he could cope was to just... ride with the insanity. “Okay!" he exclaimed while wiggling his arms in the air in total dismissal of his prior reservations. “Fuck it, I guess you're here! Welcome to the human world, Doe."

Doe smiled and bowed majestically, her showmanship not having lost its luster in this new world she found herself in. “Thank you, Hunter. Oh, my apologies, you still go by Terry here, yes?"

“Yeah, but you can keep calling me Hunter. That is what I put on my badge as my fursona name," Terry smiled, holding up the lanyard up to Doe's muzzle.

“Ooooh, a 'fursona'. That's what you call your anthro selves, yes?"

“Pretty much." As Hunter and Doe continued catching up, more and more con goers glanced and saw Doe in her actual anthro glory in the lobby. They congregated just a few feet away, staring at her with wonder and disbelief.

“Jesus fuck, look at that fursuit," a girl in a white wolf suit stated.

A man without a suit adjusted his glasses as he stared at the deer creature. “How the fuck did they make that? It looks like a lifelike movie prosthetic."

The crowd surrounding the human and his cervine friend ballooned in size, all of them wanting to catch a glimpse of what to them looked like the most advanced costume ever made, furry or otherwise.

“It's gotta be a CG render or something. Anyone see one of those Tupac hologram machines?"

“Guys, it's clearly a costume."

“Oh really, smartass? How's her feet fit in those hooves? They're clearly too small to be shoes."

“She could be, like, a ballerina or something, standing on her tippy toes inside the costume."

“Yeah fucking right, dude."

Doe and Terry turned to see the parade of humans checking the deer woman out. Doe smiled mischievously at the extra attention. “Well, now I know how you felt when you outed your human self in our world."

“Heh, yeah. We're truly on the other side of the looking glass."

Doe stood up from the bench on her hooves, wowing the crowd with her natural, lifelike movements. “Hello, darlings! Which of you delightful humans would like a picture with Doe Adira?"

The con goers all stood slackjawed at the sight of her muzzle moving so effortlessly and believably, something that most fursuits could never muster. After an awkward beat of silence, a guy in a simple hoodie shakily raised his hand. Doe nodded to him, prompting him to answer. “H-How are you getting that costume to work? And where can I get one?" The crowd nodded with him, now curious how they could get a fursuit that advanced. Doe smirked deviously at her human subjects.

“A magician never reveals her secrets, little ones." She held a hoof-tipped finger over her mouth, winking slyly at her audience. Terry smiled, always delighted to see Doe in her element, effortlessly entertaining a crowd. “But I will say, me and my friend are new to this convention thing, and we could use some seasoned veterans like yourselves to show us the ropes— wha— WHOA!"

Her hooves slipped on the smoothly polished marble tile flooring, nearly bringing her to fall flat on her muzzle! Terry quickly lunged in to catch her, pulling her up by the arm and helpfully balancing her back up on her keratin trotters. Doe chuckled nervously and made a little flourish to ensure to the crowd that she was alright. The humans all clapped, admiring her commitment to the lifelike suit.

“See? Told you it's just a fancy costume," one of the fursuiters told his friend.

“Goddamn," said a woman who wore a fox mask, sleeved gloves, and furry socks under her normal clothes. She stepped up to the doe woman, her plastic-domed kemono eyes twinkling with promise. “You should submit yourself to the fursuit contest! I'd totally not mind losing to you, yours is a work of art!"

Doe smiled at the eager little human in anthro dress-up. “Why, thank you. Maybe I'll do just that, Miss...?"

“Emma!" The young woman took her kemono fox mask off to reveal her face, pretty and tan with curly brunette hair. “Emma Burnswicke. I've been going to this con for years and I've never seen a suit like yours!"

“You roleplaying a character?" asked an Asian man in a simple t-shirt and jeans named Robin. “Because if so, you sound really committed."

“Ooohh, tell us all about your OC," Emma said as she grabbed Doe's hand and pulled her closer to the crowd with an excited hop to her step. “Like, what's her story? Who does she like? How does—" She stopped to admire the hand she was holding. “Oh my god, the fur on your suit feels so authentic. It isn't... real fur, is it?"

“Of course it's real. It's mine," Doe responded simply, getting nods and gasps from the crowd.

“Damn, you're committed," Robin chuckled. Doe and Terry shared a knowing glance, smiling at the unaware, gullible humans. “After we sign you onto the contest, why don't we take you to the artist alley? You can tell us all about your character along the way."

“No way, we gotta take her to the dealers den first!" Emma exclaimed. “Give her a souvenir to remember this day by."

“Why, that sounds lovely, Emma," Doe cooed, causing the human to shiver at her sensual voice. Terry chuckled and shook his head. So much for having a normal convention experience...

Terry and Doe made their way across the hotel grounds, getting stares of wonder and confusion from both con goers and regular hotel guests alike. It seemed wherever they went, Doe attracted the eyes of whoever passed by, creating an entourage of sorts following her and Terry around the con. After signing up for the fursuit contest, Doe took photos with an eager crowd of humans. It reminded her of the fan events and red carpets back in the anthro world, surrounded by the flashes of cameras and eager appreciators wanting her autograph. It was all very amusing to her. Even in an entirely new dimension, she was doing the same thing. Doe just couldn't help but attract an audience no matter where she was.

After a smattering of photo requests from normally-dressed humans to elaborate fursuiters, Doe and Terry were finally free to explore the con grounds, starting with the dealer's den downstairs. Led by the growing furry entourage, Doe and Terry were brought into the wondrous world of the dealers den: a smattering of colorful stands hawking a variety of furry-adjacent goods.

Doe stopped to admire all the art prints, wowed by their fantastical designs and vibrant colors.

What initially got her attention were the many, many, many dakimakuras, painted with either original furry designs or proprietary fictional characters from this or that famous anime, movie, or web series. Doe stopped to admire a daki of a hunky deer man, licking her lips at its handsome design. “Now who's this fine slab of meat?" she asked no one in particular. Emma perked up to answer first, having not left the doe's side since meeting her.

“Oh, that's Louis from Beastars. Yeah, I can't blame you. As far as deer characters go, he's undeniably sexy."

Doe licked her lips, amazed that humans knew the exact qualities that made for a hot adonis of a deer man. “I've never heard of this Beastars. Tell me, what's it about?"

Emma lit up at the question, happy to answer. “You haven't heard of it? Oh my god, it was all the rage a couple years ago. It's this anime that takes place in an alternate world of anthros." Terry and Doe gave each other knowing smiles, trying not to laugh at the stunning coincidence. Emma continued, “It's about this wolf guy Legoshi who's in love with a rabbit girl, Haru. However, he also has a ton of chemistry with Louis, the deer guy on the pillow. He's so fucking cool. Just a psychotic theater kid with the gayest undertones. Ain't that right, Robin?"

Robin groaned. “Ugh, just 'cause I'm a theater kid doesn't automatically make me a Louis stan. Besides, you know it's Juno who my heart belongs to."

“JUNO BEST GIRL!" shouted a random fursuiter walking past the entourage.

Doe tilted her head as she examined the design further. “Where are his hooves, though? How strange that he was designed with your human feet."

“Well, I can't speak for the author of the original manga," Emma began to explain, “but I think it's to appease the foot fetishists. In both the manga and the anime, we get nice, long close-ups of his feet and..." The human girl shivered, putting her fox mask back on to hide her blushing face. “I mean, I like paws and hooves as much as the next furry, but fuck. It's just so cool to see. Makes the design feel that much more unique."

Doe smirked, admiring the human's passion for this character. “I can see what you mean now. I suppose that's the beauty of not being beholden to reality. You really get to go wild with your designs, biological accuracy be damned."

“Heh, uhhh, what are you talking about?"

Doe shook her head, realizing she said too much. “Never mind, sweetheart. How about I buy that cute pillow after I look at everything this den has to offer."

Emma nodded as she led Doe further into the dealers den. Terry, meanwhile, slinked over to the proprietor of the dakis and whispered in his ear while pulling out his wallet, “How much for the Legoshi??"

Doe marveled at the wide variety of offerings. Fake tails to strap on the back of your pants, collars, leashes, harnesses, bath bombs, soaps, plushies, stickers, books, comics, clothing, masks, the list went on. Everything under the sun was being sold, all fueled by the shared passion everyone inside felt for the furry community. Terry and Doe looked on and even saw excited kids and teens perusing the grounds, all excited and unashamed to be with their people. Terry couldn't help but feel a glow in his heart, for the first time since returning to the human world after mating season feeling right at home.

Doe perused the comics, admiring all the lovingly drawn panels of art, both innocent and smutty. Terry leaned in to see what she was reading, the Legoshi daki held under his armpit. “Oh! I think I read this one online before. Didn't know there was a physical copy, though. That's wild."

“It really is..." Doe lifted her head from the book, taking in the raw energy of her surroundings. “Gods, I've never been witness to such fervent passion. You humans are something else."

“I'm honestly still shocked to see you 180 like this. It wasn't that long ago that whenever I mentioned something about human culture, you'd complain about us being prudish and cruel and unfun and—"

“Oohh, I couldn't be more wrong, Hunter. How you humans manage stuff like this in such a priggish society is a testament to your audacious spirits."

Terry held his hand over his heart. “Aww, well, on behalf of the human race, I'm touched."

Doe playfully rolled her eyes and play-punched Terry's shoulder. “I'll be touching you tonight if you keep running your flat muzzle like that."

“Heh. Looking forward to it," Terry smiled back. “Speaking of which, I see that there's an... 18+ section over there."

“Oooh, I like where your head's at, Hunter."

The two waited in line beside a long curtain divider ensuring younger con goers weren't exposed to the naughtier side of the dealers den.

A man in a chair waited by the open flap. “ID, please?" Terry showed his driver's license, then flinched, realizing Doe had no such documentation. “You too, miss?"

Doe had been in many situations like this. All she had to do was crank up the charm. “Oh, c'mon darling. Do I look like an underage opportunist?" She leaned down to his eye level, flaunting her bouncing, furred cleavage right at the hapless human's face.

“Y-You're wearing a costume ma'am. You could be two teens in a trenchcoat for all I know."

“Oh..." Doe cooed. “Could a costume do... this?" Doe wrapped her thick, rubbery lips around the human's mouth, giving him the best damn kiss he'd ever gotten. The man's face completely flushed, melting into the impossible situation he found himself in. A costume couldn't work a tongue like that, right? But, ahh... fuck, it felt so gooooood.

When she finally unlatched her lips, the human was left in a rosy daze. Doe giggled cutely. “Well? Am I free to go?"

Unable to come up with coherent words, the man simply nodded and gestured her to step in. Doe smiled sweetly back at him before stepping through the curtain, rocking her hips and wiggling her tail to give him a lasting impression.

Terry lightly punched her shoulder. “You're a monster, Adira."

“Takes one to know one, Prey." The two giggled together as they finally took stock of the 18+ dealers' stands.

Doe's eyes widened at the selection on display. The dakis were much lewder to be sure, but there were also a variety of collars and leashes, harnesses, art prints of busty wolfesses raising their tails and beefy bull men stroking their girthy cocks.

And of course, there were the sex toys. From dragon dildos to knotted buttplugs to fuzzy fleshlights, there was an overwhelming treasure trove of kinky equipment for the doe to eyeball. “Oh gods," she murmured. “Some of this is even more extreme than the stuff back home."

“Heh, so much for puritanical human culture, eh?" Terry teased.

“I don't know what 'puritanical' means but I think I can hazard a guess." She approached the sex toy stand to examine the giant dragon dildo up close. It was the color of swirling emerald and sapphire, with a variety of rubber spikes and bumps and ridges made for maximum pleasure and hole tearing. Doe's muzzle watered at the sight. “How much for this, fair human?"

The non-binary human manning the stand caught the doe's eager interest. “This baby clocks in at $250 dollars. Expensive, sure, but made of durable, high quality material. You'll get your bang for your buck, and then some."

“Nice deer pun, sweetheart. I'll take it." Doe dug into her purse, pulling out freshly converted human money to spend. “And a little extra for being such a cutie."

The human saluted her as he pocketed the cash and handed Doe her claim in a paper bag. Doe flaunted the bag in her hand and struck a pose for Terry, who applauded her on her first big con purchase. “She's hit the town, folks," he quipped.

Emma emerged from the curtain flap and cut in to join the conversation, “There you are! How're you two enjoying your first con?"

“It's delightful, Emma," Doe proclaimed, Terry nodding in agreement behind her. “Such an infectious energy."

“Yeah, I remember my first con experience being magical too... I'm curious, though, what got you into the community? You seem to know next to nothing about it yet you're wearing the single most elaborate fursuit I've ever laid eyes on."

“Oh, darling, what makes you think this is a fursuit?"

Emma just stood there, unable to fully take in her strange words. Terry quickly stood between them to clear the air. “Sorry, she's still in character. We actually work for a movie studio."

“Wooow, I see," Emma nodded, easily accepting the explanation. Doe merely smirked, playing along with Terry's story.

“Yeah, we're testing out some proprietary prosthetic technology, and Doe here is one of our most dedicated actors," Terry continued. “We figured this would offer a unique venue to work out how one would walk and act about comfortably with the prosthetics on for long hours."

“That is unreal." The human turned back to Doe and caught a peek of the dildo in her newly acquired blue paper bag. “Does buying an expensive dildo count as research in this instance?"

The doe smirked and flicked her ear. “Who says I can't enjoy myself along the way?"

Emma barely took in her words, focusing primarily on the top of her head.“Whoa, you can flick your ears??" Doe flicked them again at will, causing the girl to light up like a Christmas tree. “C-Can you flick it again?"

Doe smiled and did so effortlessly, causing Emma to hop up and gasp. “So adorable! Do you mind if I record video of this?" she asked while pulling her phone out. Doe modestly bowed her antlers.

“Not at all, dear." Emma hit record and aimed her lens at the doe woman flicking her ears realistically. Robin and the rest of the entourage returned just in time to watch with wonder at what was usually an innocuous involuntary movement for the doe. Terry smiled to himself. What was meant to be a vacation for him had ballooned into another Maximum Doe Event. Not that he was complaining. Doe always knew how to take the edge off an overwhelming situation, not to mention made everything interesting just by her mere presence.

Jordana would've never gotten over her mating fears without Doe, and Terry would've never felt calm enough to start his first porn shoot without her words of wisdom and magnetic demeanor. Seeing her bring the magic of the anthro world to all of these passionate, curious humans only lifted his spirits more. Last year, Terry never would've thought he'd be here, in this convention, with one of his best friends the anthropomorphic doe. Yet here he was, happier than ever to be spending this convention with her.

Doe chomped on the burger, eyes lighting up at the taste.

“You sure you're allowed to eat that?" Terry asked from across the table.

Doe licked her lips and smiled at her human friend. “Hun, we have ferals in our world. Jeremiah eats shit beefier than this every day. How else you think he got that figure?"

“Wait, for real?"

“Yeah, didn't you know? What were you eating all mating season? Beside pussy and knot, of course."

Terry flushed a little. “I dunno, pasta. Eggs. Grilled cheese. Milk... lots of milk. Oh! And I definitely had a seared salmon and some sushi."

“Oh yeah. You had that feline appetite to whet. All dairy and fish. Well, didn't you see all the fast food places we passed by on the drive to Pine Slope?"

“I dunno what your fast food chains are or what they sell!"

“They served chicken wings at the strip club where Kiera proposed to Julie!"

“Okay, in my defense, I was pretty drunk." The two shared a laugh together before Doe dipped one of her fries in ketchup. “So like, do anthro cows slaughter feral cows?"

“Oh yeah, man. Horse girls ride feral horses, sheep men work as shepherds, hell, even though it's extremely rare, there are a few pigs out there that enjoy a slice of bacon."

“But... Rudd had never seen a feral dog before coming here." Doe frowned and nodded. Terry tilted his head, “Soooo, not all species are equal in this distinction?"

Doe sighed, “It's a complicated predicament. Scientists theorize that evolution made it so the carnivore species could still have something to eat without devolving into cannibalism. So some, not all, prey species still coexist with their feral counterparts. It's a... contentious topic in our world. Prey species like me get some shit sometimes from assholes claiming we're not as smart or evolved due to our ferals still being around."

“Damn. Furry prejudice."

“And some prey anthros lean into it, tasting their own meat as a status symbol of sorts, like eating fugu sushi. Others take vows of veganism. It's a religion as much as it is a diet over there. A whole philosophical lens of viewing the world and our place in it."

“Whoa... And what about you? Betraying your feral origins by going all omnivoric?"

Doe smiled and dug into her purse to pull out a little pill bottle. She shook it in front of Terry's face, making a pleasurable rattling sound. “Helps me not gag from the taste of meat."

“You're a real sicko, you know that, Doe?"

“Oh, doll, stop. You're making me blush."

As the two creatures giggled it up, Emma and Robin finally returned to the table with their own trays of food. “What're you two talking about?" They sat beside the two, Emma sitting closer to Doe. The hotel bistro was packed with other con goers taking their breaks from the festivities. Naturally, Doe garnered quite a few stares as she managed to effortlessly eat the burger without taking off her “mask".

“Just home, darling."

“Oh yeah," Robin started up. “Where are you even from, exactly? And before you say anything, will you be answering in character or...?"

Doe smirked and shared a knowing glance with Terry. “Well, I was born in good ol' URA—"

“URA?" Emma asked.

“Uh-huh. Unitum Regnum Animalia."

“Holy shit, they got latin," Terry muttered to himself. Doe continued...

“I was an only-fawn, raised in small-town Derrington, Oponoga by my mom and dad... Gods, we were inseparable. Dad used to lift me with his antlers to see the fireworks on Unity Day. And mom. She could bake just about every kind of pie and it would be the best of that kind you'd ever eat..."

The doe saddened a little, remembering harsher times. “When they died, I was fresh out of high school and all my friends had left for brighter things. It took a while for me to admit to myself there was nothing tying me home. So, I eventually decided to make it on my own in Groveside, the big city. Turned out I was a natural at stripping, and I lived off tips for four, maybe five years?"

“Whoa," Emma uttered. “And do you still strip now?" she asked, unsure whether she was playing along with the OC's backstory or whether it partook from Doe's actual life. Obviously none of these cities existed here on earth, and there was no way Doe was lifted by her dad's “antlers" on a made-up holiday... but it could just be the human inside the costume using snippets of her human life and changing the names around... Right??

“Nope, not stripping anymore," Doe curtly replied, smiling. “Now I'm a porno actress."

Robin snorted, soda spilling out of his nostrils as he coughed at the sudden revelation. Emma, on the other hand, was enraptured. She still couldn't tell how much of Doe's backstory was true or not, and at this point, she didn't care to find out. For a moment, she felt immersed in Doe's alternate world, a world where furries were real and had interior lives. “How did you go from stripping to, uh... you know? Porn?"

Doe chuckled at the flustered humans before her, reminded of how innocent and uncorrupted Terry was before he opened himself to the anthro world. “Well, I remember watching some hot smut film starring Rudd Wyler."

“Who?" Robin asked incredulously.

“Rudd Wyler. The hottest rottweiler with the biggest knot in the biz. Anyway, watching him go at it made me wanna audition in the adult film industry and, well, the rest is history. Now I'm something of a star where I'm from, and Rudd's transitioned to directing my many films."

“That's awesome..." Emma said in a starstruck daze.

“I'm sorry, really?" Robin asked, annoyed. “Look, I'm all for kink shit, and I'm all for roleplaying, but this is a little much, isn't it?"

“Robin, will you calm down? She's spinning a mean narrative, that's all it is," Emma explained, half-believing her own words while secretly wishing it could be more than that.

“It's not the narrative I'm bothered by. The realistic fursuit, the method acting, all of that's cool at first, but after a long while without even breaking character? I dunno, it's all just very... tryhard."

Doe giggled at the frustrated human. It only made him more upset how unbothered she was by all this. “Your kind never ceases to fascinate me. You stand before an authentic expression of selfhood and can only assume it's all an act."

“Hey, having a fursona and vibing out with your furry friends is authentic expression! You, on the other hand, are hiding behind all these layers of fiction and bullshit while veiled in the most abnormally expensive suit I've ever seen. Like, what's your angle? Are you a hedgefund manager? Is this a hidden camera reality show?? 'Cause it feels like I'm being pranked!"

“Robin, stop!" Emma yelled in defense of the doe. “We're just having fun. Besides, didn't you say the con's supposed to be a safe space for the whole community?"

“As far as I know, she isn't even part of our community! She acts like she's never seen this shit before, straight up doesn't know any of the shows or terms or even what a fucking daki is— oh! Or is that all just part of her 'character' she's so insufferably dedicated to??"

Terry banged the table loudly, silencing the human and diverting his entire attention to him. “If you have a problem with her, you can leave. That, or take it up with me."

Robin stared into Terry's eyes, sensing a strange, feral quality to them, like he was just as inhuman as the doe sitting before him. Doe herself smiled at Terry. He truly wasn't the little human she first gave advice to in that dressing room.

Robin eventually stood up. “Fine. Have fun with your new friend, Emma. But don't come crying to me if she turns out to be some billionaire taking the piss out of our scene." With a huff, he stormed out of the bistro, leaving Emma with sighing with embarrassment for her friend's behavior.

“I'm so sorry, Doe," Emma confided sweetly. “Robin's not usually like this, but he can be kinda... protective of these spaces. He's been bullied for the lifestyle before and it makes him put his guard up. Give him some time, he'll get over it quicker than you think."

“No worries, darling," Doe calmly said, resting her hand on the shoulder of the human girl's white and pink fursuit. “People react strongly to what they don't understand. That holds true whether you're a human..." She then gently lifted Emma's chin with her hoofed digits, “...or a vixen."

Emma tried not to blush in front of the doe. It didn't work. She retracted her head from Doe's fingers, stifling a cute giggle. “You really need to be careful what you say around here. It could cause an incident.“

Doe murred sultrily, “Mmm, yes, we wouldn't want that now, would we."

“Down girl," Terry said, deflating the tension and bringing the two girls to chuckle together.

“So you were saying," Emma said to resume the conversation. “About... being a porn actress?"

“Ah, I see someone's mind remains in the gutter," Doe teased before reminding herself where she left off. “Well there's not much else to tell besides my many escapades in the industry. I've rutted with equines, felines, bovines, canines... vulpines." She said that last word with an extra layer of filth knowing it would fluster the wannabe vixen. Emma brushed her hair back, unable to not feel warm in the doe's presence. If her tail could move, it would be wagging like crazy.

Terry sighed to himself in the corner. Leashing her only makes her more powerful.

“It sounds like you lived a full life," Emma said, earnestly believing that even if some details were altered, the doe was being genuinely candid about her life story. “I can't say I've done much with mine. Honestly, going to this con every year, meeting other members of my community... It's like the only thing that makes me feel truly alive, these days."

Doe tilted her head, sensing a faint sadness in the human girl. Emma continued, “My mother was very... over-protective. Even when I finally moved out and became an adult, a lot of her paranoia still rubbed off on me. Coming here is one of the few acts of rebellion I have for myself. If you actually asked me to do something as crazy as be in a porno, I'd probably just chicken out." She made a weak chuckle, trying to find the humor in her predicament.

“Oh, Emma," Doe responded sweetly. “That just makes my heartache."

“Aw, that's sweet, but no need to pity me. I'm far from the only person reared by strict parenting, and compared to others, I came out pretty normal."

“There's no pity, darling. It's just... you humans are so tragic. You have all this livelihood and imagination butting antlers with a culture of stifling moralism and fear. It doesn't just break my heart, it... infuriates me! Parents are meant to open the world to their cubs, not close it up. That kind of suffocating cub-rearing is frowned upon where I'm from! Humans like you deserve so much better than what you're given, and it just pains me how much strength you expend just to wave off that kind of suppression as 'normal' when you could be spending that strength on yourself."

Emma and Terry sat in stunned silence from Doe's pouring of her guts.

All Emma could do after a certain point was shrug her shoulders. “Yeah, well... I don't have the energy to be mad about it. Can't change the past, after all." Emma knew she was “waving it off" like Doe said, but what else could she do? Her life was the only one she knew. She couldn't spend it wallowing in self-loathing and envy at the social butterflies in her life. “My mom wasn't perfect, but she did what she did because she loved me. And honestly, that's more than most people get sometimes."

Terry hung his head down. He knew this all too well. Doe sighed, realizing that for all her good intentions, she was from an entirely different culture with different standards. She couldn't quite fathom the human world's way of life in just a day... but she did value what she learned.

“You're a good girl, Emma," Doe said with a kind smile. “You carry a boundless strength you don't know you have. Don't forget that."

Emma couldn't help but blush again. What was it about the doe costume's lifelike smile that got her to melt like this?? “Th-Thanks, Doe... You're a good girl, too."

“Oh no. I'm bad," Doe purred back. “I'm a very bad girl."

Emma laughed, relieving some of the nervous tension in the air. She took a breath to calm herself before something came to mind. “Ah! What're you doing tonight?"

“Just heading back home. What do you have in mind?"

“You have to go to a room party. I hear Crosso Foxxo is holding a crazy one on the seventh floor. There'll be booze, music, fursuits..."

“Well that sounds lovely, Emma. I can certainly stay up late for that. What about you, Terry?"

The doe turned to Terry, who shrugged his shoulders. “I'm down. No classes until Monday."

“Then it's settled!" Doe clasped Emma's fur-gloved hand and looked her dead in the eyes. “Show me how you humans party. Indulge my curiosity."

Emma blushed again, thoughts racing with arousing feelings that allowed her to ignore just how this supposed costume had authentically hoof-tipped fingers. “W-With pleasure, Doe..."

Doe tipped her muzzle all the way back to down the shot glass, bringing everyone in the hotel room to cheer raucously. “C'mon, this is breastmilk compared to the booze back home!" she shouted, her immense constitution refusing to falter.

“One more!" shouted a hyena-suited man in the corner. Doe smiled and pointed to him like Babe Ruth at the stands before hitting a homer. Crosso Foxxo, an elegant woman in a cross fox fursuit, carefully poured more spiced rum into the glass. Doe grasped the shot glass once more, making a silent toast to all the humans in the room, then downed it in an easy gulp before slamming the glass back on counter.

The room cheered loudly for the doe. A girl wearing a fox ear headband turned up the music being cast from her phone as Doe began to cut a rug on the carpet, spinning on her hooves and dragging a hapless zebra fursuiter into a dance.

Terry and Emma watched the scene from the bed, both casually sipping from cheap beer bottles. “So like, how do you know Doe?" Emma asked her fellow human. “You said earlier you're a newbie to the fandom, yeah? How did you get involved with such a dedicated roleplayer?"

“Heh, well..." He scratched the back of his head. “We, uh... work together."

“What, like... in porn?" Terry nodded back, causing Emma to sit up and widen her eyes. “Fuck, I knew it! I knew she's also a porn star out-of-character."

“Heh, you can say that..."

“Hang on, so you do porn with her??"

Terry smiled casually, “Is that so hard to believe?"

“Oh, I didn't mean to offend you or anything! Just... you're so unassuming. Not what I'd expect from a porn actor."

“Yeah, I get that. I guess you can say I... become another person when I get up on set."

“Wow... Cheers to that!" They clinked their glasses and took another sip of beer. Emma sighed and kept staring at the doe, starstruck. “It makes sense, the more I think about it. She's got this magnetism that's hard to shake. Definitely someone with experience in front of a camera."

“You talk like you're an expert."

“I'm a woman with needs, Ter. A woman with needs."

Terry chuckled at that before turning to see how the rest of the party-animals were taking Doe's presence. “Wiggle your tail!" requested one of the fursuiters. Doe smiled, ever so slightly jutted out her doe butt, and waved her little flag to the crowd. Everyone cheered and toasted to that, prompting even more questions from curious humans about her “costume".

Emma sighed as she watched Doe go. Terry couldn't help but notice all the signals, the flutter in her eyes at Doe's form, the way she sighed whenever she did something cute, the blush whenever she brushed against her fur. “Emma... do you... have a thing for Doe?"

The human shook her head. “Wh-What?"

“Hey, you wouldn't be the first! She's a very attractive lady."

“Oh, c'moooon. I don't even know what she looks like under that costume, let alone who she really is behind her character roleplay. I just... like to get lost in the fantasy, is all."

“Well, what better time to indulge on these fantasies than during a con?"

“What do you mean?"

“I mean, you don't have to know her... whole deal," Terry said, trying to dance around the fact that Doe was far from a character. “You can just ask her out as is. Nothing too crazy. Just a fun night together or something. I'm sure she'll be down to hang."

“Really??"

“Positive."

“Could you... ask her for me?" Emma blushed so hard she put her fox mask back on to hide it, embarrassed to be caught in such a flustered state. Terry smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

“Sure thing, Emma. Be right back." Terry got up to approach Doe by the small hotel kitchen counter where she was chatting with a group of humans, with and without fursuits.

Doe was caught in the middle of laughing at a charming, hispanic human's joke. “Hunter, did you know that some humans have chest fur?? Look at this, watch." The man in front of them unbuttoned his shirt to show a magnificent mane of chest hair while letting out a mighty AWOOOOOOOO out to the ceiling, prompting other party-goers to awoo with him. Terry smiled and shook his head.

“Yes, literally every human knows that. Can we talk? In private?"

“Okay, okay. See you later, Jorge!" Terry led Doe away from the crowds to talk outside the restroom door. “Oh Hunter, this has been illuminating. I almost feel a little bad for us. If they ever found the anthro world they'd be disappointed. No rainbow manes or colorful fur palettes? No dragons or “Renamons" or “Lucarios". Their idea of us is so spectacular we'd seem boring by comparison."

“Doe, you guys rut out in public, that alone would be the wildest thing these people lay eyes on. Anyway, I need to tell you something..."

Doe gasped. “You wanna fuck in the lobby?"

“Har har... It's Emma. You notice anything about her?"

“That she's into me? Well, yeah, every human here seems to want a shot at me. Not surprising, considering what constitutes good tail around here."

“Yes, but it's more than that. She asked me if you wouldn't mind... going out with her tonight."

“Oh... Ohhhh," Doe replied with maximum sensuality. “She's come a long way, hasn't she. From a meek, shy human with overprotective parents to shooting her shot at some hot deer ass."

“C'mooon, it's just a friendly date. Here in the human world, not all dates lead to sex."

“Ah, but you still have your human nose, darling. I've been inhaling everyone's scents all day, and lemme tell you, that girl is down bad."

“She is??" Terry tilted his head. Doe nodded back.

“Oh yeah. And so are a lot of these cute little humans. They may not have heat, but I can smell their desire, and that Emma girl totally wants to know what kind of bod I got under this 'costume'. Heheh, she'll be in for quite the surprise when she gets into my skirt."

“Whoa whoa whoa, you're gonna fuck her looking like that?"

“But of course. Why, I'd be an irresponsible anthro emissary if I didn't show her a good time."

“That's a risky move, Doe! You don't know how humans react to stuff like this. Even with her furry bonafides, she might fully freak out when she realizes this isn't a costume."

“Oh, doll, I'm sure I can handle myself. If it makes you feel any better, you can follow us around, wait outside her hotel room, whatever makes you comfortable."

Terry scoffed, “Gods, this is turning into a sitcom episode plot already."

“Why is it that you get so much more worried while you're in your human form. Were you ever this scared or nervous when you were rutting your director in a massive movie theater as a snow leopardess?"

All Terry could do was shrug. She did have a point. Perhaps it was just in Doe's horny anthro nature to throw herself at even the most fraught situations if it meant a good rut, or even just his own human nature to be a bit of a worrywart. He knew what humans were capable of when they were faced with things they didn't know, but Doe was the strongest woman he knew. There really was no way she couldn't handle herself.

The doe continued, “Look, if she freaks out and tells people, no one's going to believe her. If she doesn't, she gets a good time with a legit cervine beauty like she wanted, and gets to live in a more magical world knowing people like me exist. It's low risk/high reward, sweetheart."

With a sigh and a smile, Terry finally conceded to the deer woman. “Alright. But if anything goes wrong, anything at all, you call out for me. Bleat as loud as you can, and I'll be running to save you."

“Hehe, you got it, costar~"

After sharing a firm handshake, Terry finally led Doe back to the hotel bed, where Emma was sitting with an empty beer bottle. She looked up at the cervine beauty clopping up to her, cheeks already reddening at her presence.

“You know, Terry's a great human host," Doe told Emma, “But he lacks a feminine touch. Would you like to show this little doe around, girl to girl?"

Even while her face looked as ripe as a tomato, she couldn't help but beam at Doe's proposition. She shot up from the bed and stood straight in front of the lovely deer woman. “Sure thing, Doe. Er, I mean, Miss Adira."

In the three hours before midnight, Emma and Doe managed to make the most out of a last minute date in the hotel grounds, eating dinner at the hotel restaurant and going up to the roof to look out at the shining city lights, all the while talking through the night. It was during this time that Emma opened up more about her responsibilities, working at a tech QA contractor and having to use most of her paycheck to pay for her little sister's education and her ailing mother's medical bills.

It all painted a vivid portrait of human worries and economic troubles for the doe, something she knew Terry struggled with himself, but now saw was a common thread for most of the humans of this younger generation. Doe, for her part, did her best to cheer the young girl up with some anecdotes from her childhood, including how her mother would lick the top of her head to calm her while she was growing her antlers during puberty. Emma merely accepted them as charming storytelling and not for the true tales of Doe's fawnhood that they were.

All the while, Terry made sure to follow them discretely from a safe distance, ensuring he didn't get caught by borrowing a nice con guest's tiger fursuit. Terry had to admit, though he'd never worn a fursuit before, he found it was surprisingly comfortable to wear in the cold, even reminding him of the coat of fur he donned as a snow leopard during mating season.

Though he certainly wasn't used to the stares he got from regular hotel guests, the safety of the mask covering his face allowed him to not take it too personally and focus on his own enjoyment of the con, as well as keeping an eye on Doe.

Eventually, the human and cervine women made it to Emma's hotel room, which she thankfully had all to herself. As she invited Doe inside, Terry waited in the hallway, taking his mask off for a breather.

Emma and Doe spent the midnight hours watching TV in a shared bed, Emma finally coming out of her fursuit, but keeping an artificial fox tail clipped to the back of her pants. She and the doe were watching episodes of Beastars together, the human wanting to introduce her “roleplaying" friend to another interpretation of an anthro world. Doe was immediately enraptured by the show, hardly having time to say her usual witticisms as she just stared wide-eyed at the screen. Emma had already seen the show numerous times, and instead stared at Doe's reactions rather than the content itself.

After the credits for the third episode rolled, Doe was left reeling in shock at the strange plot developments and world-building of the anime. “Gods. It's a very... dystopian interpretation."

Emma giggled, surprised by how shaken the doe was. “It really makes you think, doesn't it. Like, no matter what society is made up of, people find ways to be prejudicial and shit."

“Humans are just so... reflective. Even your media about us anthros always reinforces the flaws of humankind."

“What do you mean?"

“I mean, you never really envision a better world or better future, only worse ones that reinforce what's wrong with your present. Sure, my world has its flaws and rotten apples, but I find that anthros are more proactive and community-driven. I mean, where I'm from, wolves and rabbits form relationships all the time, species origins be damned. Granted, we evolved out of our more predatory instincts much faster compared to the ones of this program, but my point still stands."

Emma couldn't help but chuckle at how thoroughly Doe thought through this fantasy she had constructed. “You're much more passionate than you let on, Doe."

Doe smirked. “How do you figure?"

“You like to flaunt your promiscuity and confidence, but deep down you care very deeply. You're sensitive and creative... even a little vulnerable."

“Well, I can't help but be vulnerable when I bare my whole body to the world, can I?"

Emma giggled again... then 'accidentally' rubbed her knee against Doe's furred knee. “So according to Beastars, a vixen and a deer would also make a scandalous couple. Would that hold true in... 'your world?'"

“Mmm, you really wish you were a vixen, you little pervert."

“Heheh, what self-respecting furry doesn't wish they could be their fursona deep down?"

“Fair enough... Well, as far as your dilemma goes, I've already bedded with many vixens in my time. They make for quite sensual lovers."

“Mmmrrr, do they?" Emma asked. Doe herself was surprised the human managed to mimic a feral “mmrrrr" in the first place, taken aback by her adoption of animal expression.

“If you have to ask, then maybe you're not a real vixen," the deer teased.

“Oh, well, how would you know, Miss Bossy-Deer?"

Doe crossed her legs tempestuously and gave the human sitting beside her a hungry glare. “Yip for me. Yip for me like a good foxy."

Emma could only stare at her for a moment. Is this really happening? she thought. Am I gonna hook up with this hotty all because she has a really good fursuit? And am I gonna devolve into her twisted roleplay with her?... All signs point to yes..

“Yip!" she began, putting her full throat and back into her high-pitched yip. Doe's lips curled into a twisted smile.

“What have we here? That's not the noise a human makes, is it..."

“Yip! Yip!" Emma stuck her tongue out and panted heavily. The human was surprised with how well she was taking to this. She'd never been into pup play like some of her online friends, but it seemed she could've gotten into it if it were shifted into 'fox play'.

“Hmmm, could it be? Was I wrong in thinking this cutie before me wasn't a proper vixen?" Doe teased. It brought Emma to wiggle her butt, further immersing herself in this delicious play.

“YIP! YIP! YIP!" she shouted, letting her fake tail behind her wag from all the butt wiggling she was doing. Doe leaned in and caressed her arm with her furred hand, brushing it with her soft, luscious pelt. It brought Emma to shiver madly, almost melting at the touch. She whined like an animal, losing her grip on her own humanity.

“Mmm, very good," the deer woman cooed as she wrapped one of her furry legs around Emma's. “Now, I hear little foxies like you can dig a mean hole. What do you say? Would you like to dig up my hole?" Emma didn't even hesitate before nodding. Doe smiled. “Good girl." Fuck, she may not have been a dog-dog, but Emma vibrated at the words all the same. God, she wished she had a real tail to wag. “Pull down my skirt, sweetheart. I've got quite the gift waiting for you."

Emma ravenously grasped the waistband of Doe's skirt and pulled it down, finding...

A cock. A fleshy, cervine phallus. Not a rubber strap-on attached to the prosthetic fursuit, but a real, veiny, twitching, pre-leaking thing that simply couldn't be fake.

Emma cocked her head at the sight. This... can't be part of the suit. Can it...? Confusion at the discrepancy of what she thought Doe's body was versus what it plainly turned out to be caused her brain to melt. There's no way... This isn't... How did she... She looked up at Doe, who only wore a satisfied grin.

“Well? What are you waiting for?" the anthro said confidently, caring not for the mental whiplash happening to the human.

Emma just sat there for a long beat, unable to parse what she was looking at. Doe never once said she was wearing a costume, after all. That was all Terry. Was it all just a cover? Could Doe be... the real thing?

It was then that the smell hit her, that radiating musk that could not be replicated. Her eyes fluttered as the scent filled her nostrils, arousing chemicals swimming in the soup of her brain chemistry. A smile formed in her lips, losing herself to the pleasurable massage being given to her senses. Finally, she knew for sure what she had been denying all day: Doe Adira was real. A real deer woman with a real set of hermaphrodite genitalia. And she was beautiful.

“Can... Can I touch it?" Emma asked, lost in the heavenly daze of Doe's pheromones. Doe simply nodded and smiled gently at the cute little human woman. Immediately, Emma brought her hand out to grasp the sturdy tool in her hands, feeling it pulse between her fingers and palms. A laugh of astonishment came out of her.

“So, what do you think, Emma? Does it live up to your fantasies?"

“I... I..." Emma could hardly speak. Instead of answering, she rubbed her face into Doe's belly, inhaling and nuzzling her fur with a ravenous hunger. Every one of her fantasies was coming true, and she could hardly handle it. Doe petted the human's hair, causing her to moan like a cute little whore. The deer smiled. Though it seemed she couldn't transform Emma while in this world, she could at least give her a proper rut.

“Go on, then. Drink it up, little human," Doe commanded. And all Emma could do was obey.

She brought her head down to take the entire length of the tool in her mouth, savoring the taste of Doe's cervine fluids while holding her hands up to grasp at Doe's bouncy, furred tits. The taste of Doe's cock in the human's mouth was downright holy; an earthy, salty, fresh flavor that conjured visions of the forest. Emma couldn't help but inhale it all, working her own tongue and saliva over the cock and mingling with its fluids.

Doe moaned, surprised by how well the human was doing massaging her cock with that small human tongue, not to mention how eagerly she fondled her breasts. She could hardly believe she once thought humans were all so chaste. If anything, all the repression in their society only made them that much more perverted and filthy, and it was simply thrilling to the deer. Rutting in the human world felt dangerous, transgressive, subversive, actually naughty. It was like she was getting away with something she should never have been able to do, and it only made mating that much hotter.

“Mmm, such a good girl!" Doe grunted, thrusting her pelvis into Emma's jaw. Emma worked through her gag reflex, wanting every drop of the deer's wondrous seed. She had never felt more connected to her fursona before. She imagined herself with white and pink fur, rubbing her padded fingers over that juicy doe butt. The human almost thought this was only a dream. But if it was, why bother waking herself up? Why not enjoy it while it lasted?

As their juices mingled, a funny thing happened. Emma's human DNA made contact with Doe's cervine DNA, creating an unexpected reaction. Doe's fur tingled, a tickling sensation rolling through her body like a wave of goosebumps. “Oooh, Emma! Don't stop!" she yelled at the ceiling, too lost in the pleasure to notice an interesting set of changes...

Terry heard all sorts of yips in the hallway, not even just from Emma's room but other hotel rooms on the floor. It seemed the con attracted a lot of pup play enthusiasts and other kinksters. It almost reminded him of his time in the anthro world during mating season, hearing the sounds of feral grunting and heated sex even in the most public of spaces. The fact that he was experiencing this in the human world made it all the more surreal.

Still in the fursuit but holding the mask under his arm, Terry took one of his gloves off to check his phone. Now that he had some time to himself, he decided to google some info on Carla's new boyfriend.

A quick search of Jonathan Lexington told him what he already knew. He was the son of Lexington Enterprises CEO Richard Lexington, who everyone on the internet called Richie Rich derogatorily. Lexington Enterprises started out as a car manufacturer before getting in on the oil game, even fighting antitrust lawsuits in order to have the market cornered on both vehicles and the fuel required to operate them. What a media company like Thornwood wanted with them, no one really knew for sure. Aside from the fact that oil was an exploitative cash cow, of course.

Regardless of the company's scrupulous morals, Jonathan had remained out of the limelight for the most part. He had previously dated models and actresses before being with Carla. It was still hard to tell whether their relationship was just another part of the merger negotiations or not. But Carla wasn't stupid. She had a sharp nose for bullshit, and used that to keep her rich asshole family from controlling every facet of her life. If she trusted in Jonathan, then Terry had no reason not to trust him either. And besides haranguing a concierge, he seemed polite enough.

Terry sighed, thinking of all the times he failed Carla. Him getting fired by her uncle may have been last straw, but it was just part of a long pattern. He slept in and missed dates, made promises he knew he couldn't keep, and generally pushed her to the wayside in favor of pursuing his studies. Jonathan seemed like someone who had the time and money to dedicate his entire being to her, and Terry simply had to respect that.

“Oooh, Emma! Don't stop!"

Terry tilted his head at the sound of Doe's voice. Huh. He hadn't heard Doe get that worked up in a while. Good for Emma, if she's not totally freaked out by this whole thing, he thought to himself. Hopefully this meant he no longer had to wait outside for Doe, now that things seemed to be going well.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised. After all, he was the furthest thing from a furry when he was first introduced to Doe and the others, and he accepted their world eventually. Emma was probably dreaming about the day she'd find out anthros are real for years, and Terry didn't give her enough credit for that. Oh well, what's done is done.

“Aaaahh! Nnnaaaaaaaaaahhh!"

After hearing them go at it through the walls for another ten minutes, Terry finally shrugged his shoulders and felt that things were going great for the two of them, stepping away from the door and making his way for the elevator. Clicking the down button, the human waited for that satisfying ding to announce the opening of the elevator doo—

“_ WHAT THE FUCK!" _

Terry flinched at the scream as it reverberated through the halls. It sounded like Doe's voice, and it was followed by further, freaked out screams by Emma.

“Holy shit, holy shit, what is going on!"

“_ I DON'T KNOW! GODS, FUCK!" _

With no hesitation, Terry sprinted back down the hall. Once at Emma's room number, he knocked at the door repeatedly. “Emma! Doe! What's happening?!"

“Wh-Who's there?!"

“_ HUNTER, IS THAT YOU?? SHIT, LET HIM IN PLEASE! I CAN'T EVEN WALK!" _

Terry's mind reeled at what that could possibly mean as he heard footsteps come toward the door. Quickly, Emma opened it up and was about to let Terry in before giving his fursuit a quick once over. “Hang on, were you following us?!"

The human froze up at that. “Uhhhh—“

“_ JUST LET THEM IN, MY FUCKING SKULL IS ON FIRE!" _

Setting her reservations aside, Emma pulled Terry into the hotel room. As soon as he stepped in to see Doe lying on the bed, his eyes nearly bugged out and his jaw fell to the floor.

Doe was... human. Her fur was gone, replaced with dark skin, and her hooves had morphed into proper feet. Thick, wavy brown hair flowed from her scalp, barely covering the smaller ears that were now on the sides of her head. Further more, her face had flattened, muzzle now transformed into a button nose and luscious lips.

Terry would've been amazed by her human look were it not for what happened to her antlers, which had molted out of her skull and left two bloody stumps of bone protruding from her forehead.

“Fuck!" was all Terry could say as his instincts told him to rush to the bathroom, grab a bunch of towels, and bring them to Doe so he could press them to her newly formed forehead and stop the bleeding. “Oh my god, you look... look..."

“A-Am I still hot?" Doe asked, only half-joking. Terry couldn't help but weakly chuckle through the discomfort.

“Yeah, you're a looker. What the fuck happened?"

“Well, ngh! It seems that transformation goes both ways when you're being fucked by a human on their home turf. Even if it is just mouthfucking."

Emma could only watch from the sidelines, unfamiliar with everything they were talking about. “Sh-Should I call 911? Will she be okay?"

“Gah! No doctors!" Doe gritted through her now human teeth. “Just fucking— agh! Take me back home. I need my normal body back!" She tried to get up from the bed, standing on her new feet, only to stumble on the unfamiliar things and trip on the carpet. “Gods, how the fuck do you guys walk with these things! How do you keep balance without a tail! Why are you like this?!"

Terry quickly shot back up and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “I'll call us an Uber. We'll get you back home right away."

Emma leaned down to comfort the now human Doe. “I'm so, so sorry, I don't even— I can't—"

“It's not your fault, Emma" Doe uttered sincerely, taking a deep breath to power through the pain and discomfort. “For what it's worth, I found the changes not unpleasant before my antlers shed."

The poor, innocent human girl was left out of breath and in the dark. “I just can't believe... Where are you from?"

“Tch. Long way from here, Emma. I'm really sorry this night turned traumatizing."

“Oh my god, shut up!" Emma cried through a tearful smile. “I'm gonna be fine, and so will you."

Doe took deep breaths, trying her damnedest to accept her newfound predicament. Steadying herself, she finally looked down and took stock of her body. “At least my tits are still immaculate." She and Emma let out shared laughter, trying to find amusement out of this unimaginable situation.

“Here. Let me show you something." Emma reached her hand out and rubbed it gently over the length of Doe's now smooth-skinned arm. The ex-deer shivered, feeling goosebumps spread through her flesh. If she still had her doe ears they would've stood up at the sight of the bumps of skin all raising like a wave of sensation visualized.

“Wow... So this is what humans feel like... I guess I can see the appeal." Doe leaned her now flat face in to sniff at her own shoulder. “Hmph. Still weirdly odorless though. How do you guys manage without scent or musk??"

Emma chuckled awkwardly, still unable to fully believe she was talking about such a thing for real. “I gotta say, when you opened your skirt and let out your scent... it was incredible."

“Why, thank you, Emma. It's always a special, ngh, thing when a human experiences true bestial pleasure for the first time."

“And what about you? Did you, uh, get to experience what human pleasure is like?"

Doe winced as she kept the towel pressed against her stubs. “For a brief moment, I suppose. Even with all my other cervine senses dulled, it still felt pretty good. If my antlers hadn't shed, we'd probably be cuddling by now." Emma blushed madly for the now human Doe as Terry finally cut in with his phone in hand.

“The driver should be here in twenty minutes. That'll give us enough time to carry Doe down to the lobby and out of the hotel."

Emma nodded. “Okay, but how are we gonna hide her bloody... stump things?"

Terry smacked his forehead, realizing he hadn't even thought of that important detail. They didn't wanna create noise in the lobby and get Doe hauled off to a human hospital where she would be examined and experimented on as soon as the doctors saw her broken, inhuman antlers. The human thought long and hard at how to bypass such a fate, a way to get her out of the hotel without any fuss—

He snapped his fingers! “Hey Doe. Wanna have the full human experience?"

Doe frowned. She did not like the sound of that.

The elevator doors opened. Terry and Emma walked out of the lift while supporting the shaky arms and limping legs of a fursuited individual.

“This is wrong on so many levels," Doe complained through the tiger mask. “I had a real coat of fur and even I didn't sweat like this." Her feet were dragged by the two humans, the former cervine still struggling to balance without her trusty flag tail or her stable hooves. “Gods, I can feel the perspiration sliding down my shoulder. Ugghhh, I feel so gross."

“You're gonna be okay, Doe," Terry reassured her. “And hey, you were just complaining about not having musk as a human? Well, keep sweating it off and you'll be back in working order in no time."

Doe chuckled pithily. “You're enjoying this way too much, aren't you."

“Believe me, I'd be laughing non-stop right now if you weren't bleeding from your face."

“Har har."

Emma tried to stifle her own chuckles. She could tell Terry and Doe were close friends. It made her mind race with possibilities as to how such a partnership could have occurred for two people that seemed so...different, and not just because of their species. Is Terry even really a human? If he is, how did he find this beautiful beast of a woman? This compounded with her theories on where Doe could have come from. Is it a place with all manner of anthros, or just anthro deer? Could... Could she see it too? And what did Doe say about transformation? Oh god, did that mean she could turn into a vixen like Doe was teasing earlier?

The young woman didn't have time to marinate on these provocative thoughts too long as she and Terry worked their backs into dragging their humanized friend through the hotel lobby, trying to ignore all the weird stares they got. One of the con guests, an African-American man also in a fursuit but with his mask off, came up to see what was wrong. “Whooaa, what's going on? Are they okay?"

Terry scrambled to come up with an excuse. “Uh, yeah. She's just feeling lightheaded. Aren't you, Doe?"

Doe gave a weak thumbs-up. The kind stranger continued, “If it's heat stroke, you should get her to a hospital. Believe me, I've been there and it's not fun."

“Thanks for your concern," Emma said with a kind smile. “We'll just get her some fresh air outside."

“Well then you should take that mask off, it's not gonna help," the human reached for her mask, nearly revealing her horned visage. Terry immediately pulled Doe back and away from his hand.

“No!... Uhh, hehe, sorry. She's very shy."

Doe nodded. “I'm really quite shy, darling. Sorry."

The man just stared at them for a moment, getting a weird feeling but not wanting to infringe on their signals for privacy. “Okay. Just look after yourselves, alright? Fursuiting's more exhausting than most people think."

“Thanks, man," Terry said with a friendly tone before continuing to drag Doe further down the lobby. Emma looked back and saluted her fellow fursuiter as she left. The man gladly saluted back.

The Uber driver was parked at the hotel valet stop, twiddling his fingers as he waited for his passengers. Terry and Emma sighed with relief at the sight of their destination, dragging Doe faster toward the vehicle. Finally reaching the car, Terry opened the back door while Emma gently helped her into the seat. Terry sat in the passenger seat next to the driver.

Doe finally took her mask off to take a deep breath. The driver merely stared at the broken horns and blood protruding from her forehead, not even reacting visibly to the sight, as if he'd seen plenty of weird shit in his time driving already. Terry reached into his wallet for a wad of cash. “Let's keep this to ourselves, okay, sir?"

The driver nodded silently before pressing Terry's hand back down to his leg, refusing to accept the money. “You keep. I drive. Sound good?" Terry shook off his dumbfounded demeanor to simply nod and put his money away as the kind, older gentleman drove them away from the hotel.

As they drove back toward Terry's old neighborhood, Doe rested her head against Emma's shoulder, watching the lights of humanity pass by.

“So... You're not gonna tell me where you come from?" Emma asked with a sigh of disappointment. Doe nodded.

“Not now, doll. It's a... complicated situation."

Emma groaned. “Shame what happened tonight. It was shaping up to be the best con day I've ever spent."

Doe chuckled, “Oh, sweetheart, I wouldn't change a thing."

“You wouldn't?"

“No, this is a story to keep in our hearts. And you handled yourself with aplomb, my dear human." Doe made her best attempt to nuzzle Emma's shoulder with her now flat non-muzzle. Emma smiled warmly.

“Will I ever see you again? I need to fly back to New York in two days and I won't know how to contact you. You know, with wherever you come from and all."

Doe hissed in pain again from her molted antlers, but still managed a smile through it. “I think we'll cross paths again someday. You are coming to the con again next year, aren't you?" Emma nodded eagerly to the dark-skinned human. Doe wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Let's meet up again a year from now, and depending on how things go... I can maybe show you around my neck of the woods. Sound good?"

Emma lit up at the thought, hardly able to contain her excitement. “Y-Yes ma'am! Sounds great!... But, how am I gonna wait that long?"

Terry smirked softly to himself from the passenger seat, having overheard their conversation. He turned around to face his fellow human. “You still have people you care about back home. Hold 'em close while they're still here. Take care of them. Humanity may be flawed, but it's what we got. Cherish that." The human reached out and handed the wad of cash originally meant for the driver to Emma. She stared back at him, unable to believe it was for her. “Give this to your mom and sis. Thanks for giving us a great con experience."

Emma finally smiled back and nodded as she took the money in hand. “A-Are you human, Terry?"

Terry thought about it. It was a tough question, now that he was tied between two worlds. But he did know the answer deep down. “I'm a lot of things all at once. Just like anyone else, really."

Doe grinned and sat back up, still holding the bloodied towel to her face. “Give the nice human your email address, Hunter. Perhaps we can keep a correspondence that way."

Hunter pulled out his phone and opened the email app. “Way ahead of ya, Doe."

Emma couldn't help but feel a warmth inside. There was still so much she didn't know about these two strange people, but one thing she did know was that she'd never forget them. Not in the least.

The Uber finally stopped on Terry's old street, a block away from the abandoned factory so as not to make the rift's location too obvious to Emma. Doe stepped out of the car, finally getting a hand of at least balancing on her strange new feet all by herself. She looked down at Emma, who wore a bittersweet frown.

“I'll... see you next year, I guess," Emma said softly.

Doe's legs quivered as she attempted to lean down to her eye level. “Don't forget what I told you. You're a strong, resourceful girl... You'll make a fine vixen some day." With that, she leaned in to kiss the human on the cheek. Emma blushed like mad just as the car finally started back up and drove away. Emma was left by herself in the Uber, watching Terry and Doe wave goodbye from afar. The girl was too stunned to wave back, holding her cheek and feeling the warmth the former cervine left behind.

Terry and Doe sighed, standing in the middle of the empty street in the darkness of a 2am night. Doe stood still, watching the car go, realizing she just shared a strangely profound experience in this human world with that human girl. She hardly knew what to make of it.

A flash interrupted her. She looked to her right and saw Terry pointing his phone camera at her. “Did you just...?"

“What?" Terry said with a mischievous smile. “I couldn't just not take a pic. Julie and Kiera will wanna see how you look as a human."

Doe chortled. “If my limbs didn't feel like jelly I'd deck you in your flat muzzle right now." Terry laughed with her and slung her in his arms, helping her limp back to the rift.

“So? Aside from the body-horror nightmare, how was your first real visit to the human world?"

“Enlightening, darling... Very enlightening..."

Doe covered her eyes with her hoofed hands as she lied on the couch, back in her normal cervine form and hiding her face while Kiera and Julie cackled like hyenas as Hunter showed them the pics saved on his phone.

“C'moooon! Don't be embarrassed! You make a cute human, Doe!" Julie said with a cheshire grin. “Very beautiful skin tone, too. I can see your face in make-up ads. Right, Kiera?"

Kiera tried her damedest to stifle her laughter, striped tail lashing like mad. “I'm sorry! I'm so— AHAHAHAH! You're just usually so put-together, Doe. And here you are looking like a— HAHAHAHAHAH!!!"

Doe rubbed her hands over her muzzle, stretching her eyelids in embarrassment. At the very least, whatever magic allowed Hunter to turn back into a human when he returned to his world also worked in giving Doe her enormous antlers and beautiful hooves back. She finally sat back up on the couch and crossed her arms. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I'd like to see how you'd look with smooth skin though, Kiera. I bet you couldn't handle it."

“Ooooh no, you're not making this into a competition."

“I will say, it really was an eye-opening experience. Gives me a greater appreciation for what you do every shoot, Hunter. Is it really that painful for you every time?"

Hunter, still in human form, merely shrugged their shoulders. “Not all the time. I will say, when I transformed into a snow leopard, I felt my fingernails get pushed out by my new sharp claws. That was agony. Everything else was pretty pleasurable, though."

“If I had to guess," Julie cut in, “I believe the reason the two transformations differ so wildly is a matter of what gets changed. Being turned into an anthro is a matter of addition, while going from anthro to human is a matter of subtraction. You lose your fur, your muzzle shrinks, your hooves crack open as the little toes grow." Julie wiggled her little hindpaw digits for emphasis, claws sticking out and clacking against the living room coffee table.

“Ugh, don't even get me started on human feet," Doe groaned before turning to Julie. “How did you stand being human for so long, kitten?"

The siamese cat laughed at the question. “It's not like I had much of a choice. Besides, I was more concerned with the fact I was a guy than my humanity."

“Well, I salute you regardless. You're made of sterner stuff than me."

Hunter smiled at them and took another sip of coffee as his phone made an ominous DING! Everyone's ears stood up at the notification.

Hunter quickly dug out their phone and saw an unbelievable sight: an e-mail from Emma.

“Hoooly shit, I just got an e-mail from the human world."

“Whoa, what? How? Is that even possible?" the skunk asked incredulously.

“It must be because we're still close to the rift," Julie ascertained. “You're still getting faint traces of a signal from here.

“Dude," Kiera gasped. “Does that mean we get other human signals floating in here? Have I been breathing human air all this time??"

Hardly able to accept the premise, Hunter just opened the message and showed the screen to Doe. The cervine read through it:

“Dear Miss Adira... Thank you for an unforgettable con experience. I just made up with Robin and he apologizes for his behavior at lunch the other day. Don't worry, I didn't tell him anything, and I'll be sure to keep what I learned last night to my grave. Furthermore, you totally won the fursuit competition, though your absence meant they had to give the prize to the second place runner-up instead. I'm sure you won't mind. You're already a star where you're from right? I bet you get more prestigious awards every day.

“The thing is, I've been thinking about you non-stop and..." Doe couldn't help but tear up a little. She powered through the surge of emotion to keep reading.

“...and I will be counting the days until next year's con. Until we can see each other once more, without artifice, as our true selves. Keep shining until then, and please tell me all about your porn exploits now that we're on the same page. Your little vixen, Emma." Doe stood still and absorbed the words, a bittersweet feeling filling her heart.

“Ooooo, who's this vixen, Doe?" Kiera teased.

Doe managed a light smile. Silly humans. Always barging into her life and changing it in unexpected ways. From Julie, to Hunter, to Emma, they had made their mark on her, just as she made a mark on their lives too. She finally looked up to answer the skunk,

“Just a friend. For now..." Doe sat down, finding herself awaiting Emma's next visit too.

“P.S.," Terry continued with a mischievous grin on his face, “You left your dragon dildo in my hotel room. I'll mail it to Terry's for you."

Doe's eyes shot open, cheeks blushing madly beneath her fur as Julie and Kiera let out more hysterical laughter. All Doe could do was sigh with defeat. She won't be hearing the end of this incident for months.

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