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Fashionably Late

It was around the fifth traffic jam of the day when Ari and Ren realized that even if they kept driving, they'd still not only be late, but they'd probably miss the whole first day of the con, too. After so many hours in a car, it simply wasn’t safe to drive for much longer, especially given the terrible rainstorm and setting sun demanding far more attention than either’s tired mind could muster. And so, there was no choice but to check in at a motel on the way there.

“Goddammit, there goes a whole day of having fun,” Ren sighed, slapping the car’s dashboard in frustration. “The first day’s always the best, too.”

“Better than ending up as a statistic,” Ari replied. “Cálmate, kitten. We’ll get there. And the second day is obviously more fun anyway. That’s when the parties start. ‘sides, it’s called being fashionably late”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Ren grumbled. He couldn’t really stay angry when Ari called him kitten, and spending time with Ari in a car or motel was still better than being at work. Even if it was in a traffic jam. Even if they were late for the biggest con of the year.

“It’s not that bad, kitten. Besides, it's not like there's anything we can do about it right now. Es lo que hay.”

“Sounds better than it is what it is, I guess,” Ren replied.

Ari smirked. “Whole language is full of those phrases. Así es, son cosas que pasan, the point is, don’t give yourself an ulcer stressing over things that you can’t change.”

And so, instead of worrying about missing the first day, Ren did what he usually did and snuck his hand into Ari’s lap while he was still driving. “Might as well make the best of it, then.”

“…just like that? You’re gonna be rubbing me while I’m driving?” Ari groaned as the other man’s fingers squeezed around the outline of his bulky cock. He couldn’t help but blush; for all his laid-back attitude and occasional smart-assery, he was easily flustered the moment things got a little more heated.

They weren’t partners, only roommates, but thanks to mutual attraction, they were rather intimate with each other.

“Es lock-eh, no?” Ren teased, intentionally mangling the pronunciation. It was how it was, indeed; Ren was generally quite horny, and with nothing to do but either tease Ariel or stare at the car in front of them, the choice was easy, and Ren grinned as he felt his cock twitch and respond to his touch.

“You’re such a bastard sometimes,” Ari huffed, but he couldn’t deny that after almost eight hours of driving with little to keep him stimulated, Ren’s fingers felt amazing, especially when they tugged his zipper open and slipped inside his jeans.

Eventually, they pulled into the first motel they could find. And once inside, Ari showed Ren exactly what he thought of him sneakily rubbing his cock half for the last half hour, leaving both messy and panting.

The next morning, the roads were thankfully clear, and Ari – feeling re-energized after a satisfying night's sleep and Ren's relaxing ministrations – was in the car just as the sun began to rise. The drive after that point was uneventful, bar for Ren continuing to tease him as he always did.

“Did you sleep well, big guy?” he asked with a yawn.

Ari shrugged. “Yeah, but… ‘big guy’? Since when do you call me that?”

“Shh, I’m talking to your cock. He put on such a wonderful performance last night,” Ren grinned, giving his crotch another squeeze. He didn’t push it further this time, more concerned with getting to the con as soon as they could than his favorite pastime of flustering and frustrating Ariel, especially when the larger, slightly older man was too busy to pin him down and fuck him.

Eventually they went from highway traffic to inner city traffic, and after a lot of bilingual cursing from Ari at less skilled – or perhaps utterly unskilled – drivers, they pulled up at the venue’s parking lot, just about exactly a day late.

Had they arrived yesterday as planned, the con would’ve seemed just like a normal con, and indeed, it had started as one. Nothing felt distinctly off, yet, but just yesterday something unusual did happen. Had they known about it, they surely would’ve turned around immediately. And yet, blessed with beautiful, pacifying ignorance of what was happening inside the enormous hotel, Ari let out a sigh of relief at finally being out of traffic.

“Yep. My ass isn’t gonna be back in that seat again for the next few days,” he groaned. These days, he found himself getting sore much more quickly than he had when his age still started with a beautiful two rather than a three.

They headed inside. Checking in was no problem whatsoever, and soon they stood in the center of the building, taking in the vibe of fursuiters and everything else around them. By now, the con was already in full swing, with activity everywhere.

“Okay, finally here, I guess. Let’s see what we’ve missed,” Ren exclaimed excitedly. Despite being in his thirties, he’d probably never stop being excitable. But before he could really check the schedule, he saw the most amazing fursuit he had ever seen.

It wasn’t just the massive bulging sheath. This was an adult-rated convention, and so people often chose to show off a little more than usual. It was how realistic that wolf looked, the legs perfectly digitigrade to the point Ren couldn’t figure out how a pair of human legs could be manipulated to fit inside the suit. The fur looked perfectly real too, and the way the eyes moved – darting about, as he walked past Ari and Ren – was so realistic that it overshadowed most modern movies!

“Holy shit,” Ren stated plainly, turning to Ari. “Did you see that guy’s suit? We gotta keep an eye out at the dealer’s den. If they sell suits like that I’m buying one and never taking it off!”

“Yeah, I gotta say. Pretty… damn good,” the normally unimpressed Ariel replied, furrowing his brow. “Basically just, huh. I don’t know what they did to make the legs work like that.”

But then another realistic suiter walked past. This one was a female, with two sets of breasts. A tigress. Four breasts were nothing unusual with character designs, except these ones bounced so realistically that Ari – the more bisexual of the two – couldn’t take his eyes off them. The suit seemed even more realistic than the first with the legs, and more explicit too, with a glistening pussy visible between the suit’s legs. It looked so real that it made Ari’s cock twitch eagerly.

“…yeah, okay, I think we really do have to find whoever sells these suits,” Ari admitted. “I can’t believe it, just like, last year everyone was all toony.”

“Yeah, or they tried to be realistic, but… those two were crazy,” Ren replied.

The schedule of the con was completely forgotten as they immediately headed to the dealer’s den. In fact, they were so focused that neither saw that the schedule had already changed; where there had been a fursuit parade planned, the schedule now read, plainly, fursuit orgy. Had they looked, it would've been easy to assume that something was amiss, but neither did, too fascinated by the hyper-realistic suits they had just seen.

As they walked through the convention center, Ari and Ren saw even more of the realistic suits, to the point that both concluded they had to be sold here. Yet there was also a growing sense that something was a little off. What are the odds that this many people all bought new suits here, regardless of how realistic they seemed to be? And speaking of suits, where were all the cheaper looking homemade ones you'd expect to see? Everywhere he turned, it was more of those realistic new ones. It made him wonder about all the people with unusual hybrid fursonas like himself; he doubted whoever made these things had thought to make a hyena and cobra hybrid, and the thought of just buying a new suit of something else felt strange to him.

But the strangest thing was that the uneasiness didn’t feel real. What was there to be uneasy about? If people wanted to buy new suits, they bought new suits. It wasn’t as if there was some kind of mass brainwashing operation going on. People weren’t being forced into the suits. That was a ridiculous thought to even have, and Ari banished the idea from his mind almost as soon as it had popped up.

“You don't suppose they've figured out a way to transform people?” Ren asked, expressing the thought that Ari had felt too ridiculous to say.

“No, there’s like… that’s not possible, basically any other scenario is more plausible,” Ari grumbled as they walked. “Them being aliens is more likely given our whole like, tech level.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But man, I can’t get over how real they look,” Ren replied. “Dude who makes those suits is going to be a billionaire soon. Maybe not in the fandom but he’s gonna get hired by a movie studio for sure.”

“Tell me about it- hey, is that them?” Ari exclaimed, gesturing towards one of the many stalls in the dealer’s den. The most crowded one. It was run by a woman in a very similar suit to the others they had seen, only this one was a dragoness. The scales reflected light just like a real lizard’s scales might, and just as before, her face seemed fully articulated. There were a few more suits hanging on display. Though they all looked beautiful, Ari couldn’t quite wrap his head around how they looked so realistic when worn.

Ren, on the other hand, rushed in. He had spotted one particular suit, a black panther, which was exactly what his fursona was. As tempted as Ari was, the vendor didn’t seem to have anything like a hyena or cobra, which was to be expected, what with neither of them being very popular species.

In just a few moments, Ren came back, holding a well-packed suit. It looked somewhere between a traditional, bulky fursuit and a skin-tight uniform.

“They’re so cheap,” he exclaimed. “If they’re actually those ones we’ve seen this is amazing.”

Ren was practically beaming, incredibly excited to try the suit on to the point that he wanted to rush back to their hotel room to wear it immediately.

“Shouldn’t we have a look around first?” Ari asked. “I mean, you can try the suit on later, kitten.”

“Nooo, I want to try it now,” Ren whined over-dramatically. “It’ll be more fun to walk around wearing it!”

Ari frowned but then shrugged. There was no getting in Ren’s way when he was set on something he really wanted to do, and he decided to sit down in the lobby to wait while his roommate dashed to the elevators, suit in hand.

Once back in their shared room, Ren slowly unpacked the suit and looked at it. It didn’t really look all that special, but then, on a fundamental level, a lot of things didn’t look right before they were put to proper use. There was a faint whiff of something like perfume about the suit, and Ren knew that he should’ve washed it first, but he was simply too excited to bother. He could wear it for a few hours, at least.

He had a brief, strange sensation of the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. "Like a sudden chill breeze, or the feeling of being in a forest, being watched from the shadows without as much as seeing the glint of a pair of predatory eyes.

Ren shook his head and continued. Eventually he had the suit fully unpacked. It came with a bodysuit, a head, and prosthetic digitigrade legs. While he didn’t really see how it’d come together the way he had seen, he still had to try, and so, after stripping, he slowly began to slide his naked body into the suit to start with. It felt cool to the touch at first, just slippery enough that it didn’t take much effort. The sensation of coolness was followed by tingliness as he pulled up the almost unnoticeable zipper behind him, and sure enough, as he looked at himself in the mirror, it looked pretty realistic! The suit even had a thin layer of fur that he somehow hadn’t noticed before, and brushing his fingers through it felt exactly like touching his own body hair.

It was a little strange, but it was still quite exciting, and feeling fuzzy like his fursona excited Ren enough that he found his cock swelling inside the suit. It didn’t have a sheath on it like some of the other ones, which was unfortunate, but his cock still formed a swelling mound just between his legs. Quickly, he put on the prosthetic legs too – they were simply things that just locked around his lower legs – and then held the head up to look at it. The head already looked very realistic, just like a slightly more anthropomorphic panther, and if he hadn’t known that it was only a suit, he might have suspected it was looking at him.

The yellow eyes didn’t move, of course, and so he slowly eased the head over his own.

At that point, his mind went completely blank. He stared at himself in the mirror, unsure how exactly he could see through the suit’s eyes and how they moved when he focused his gaze on something. His head felt like he was about to pass out, the world shifting a little as if adjusted from slightly askew. Huh.

Then, he reached to touch the suit’s muzzle, and there was another deeply jarring moment as he realized that he could feel his hand on his snout. The fur had grown too, becoming an outright pelt rather than just a thin layer of fuzziness.

The suit was merging with him. In a flash of panic, Ren’s mind snapped back to the reality of what was happening, and he fumbled, trying to pull the head off, only to find that it felt like trying to pull his own head off. It didn’t budge in the slightest. He flailed for a moment, and then grew still as he began to feel different. Very different. In fact, staring at himself in the mirror, he could see his chest swelling.

But of course she had breasts. Heavy breasts that were constantly lactating. That was part of the character. She was a pantheress after all- no! In desperation, Ren tried to fight the thoughts off, tried to find the zipper on the suit – which had long since disappeared, melting away as the suit became him – all the while a searing kind of arousal radiated from his shrinking cock. He didn’t want to lose his cock! He was a man!

Her name was Amoreena. No, no, Ren could feel himself slipping, subsumed by the suit’s personality. Her breasts looked so beautiful in the mirror. Both pairs of them, heavy and bouncy. She was proud of them and loved showing them off, teasing both men and women to nurse on them until they were aroused enough to fuck her. And she loved getting fucked. She loved having her ears nibbled, her neck bitten, and her milky teats suckled as some stud pounded her slippery, always eager pussy hard. And if they didn’t get tempted, she could just force them with her strong arms; as a pantheress, she was almost as muscular as she was horny.

After a moment of trying to resist, she couldn't even remember what she had been panicking about, instead relaxing as she enjoyed watching her body take its proper proportions. Amoreena reached to caress her heavy breasts, squeezing them as she loved doing, and then took a little moment to admire the slick, pink slit between her legs, just puffy enough to stand out and be noticeable, and more important, desirable.

Oh, she was here to hunt, wasn’t she? She’d just have to coax Ari into a suit so she could have a proper fuck, the kind that her needy cunt deserved.

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Ari waited and waited. It seemed like Ren had gotten stuck in the hotel room, and eventually he shrugged and continued exploring the con. Ren had his phone number if he needed anything, after all.

It was really at that point that he noticed there were more of the realistic suiters around than non-suiters. And what's more, the con was getting incredibly rowdy, especially since it was barely past noon. Ariel saw people – most of them in those suits – getting pretty shamelessly handsy in plain sight. A couple of wolves were stroking each other’s cocks in a hallway, which felt like it was a little over the line to Ari. Not that the sight wasn’t attractive, but he was kind of a private person in the end, strongly preferring to do things in private rather than in public.

But he supposed that those knotted cocks weren’t real anyway. They were just another realistic touch the suits had.

It seemed to be getting worse by the moment, though. He watched as a woman willingly stripped naked to put on one those new suits. Moments after that, he came across someone getting his fake cock sucked. Again, in plain sight. The con was adults-only but he had been here several times before, and it had never been quite this rowdy and outright horny.

Of course, it was starting to have an effect on him, too. Ari found his girthy cock growing hard in his pants as he walked by couple after couple getting carnal with each other. In a corner, a female wolf was pinned against a wall with one dog rutting into her and three others waiting for their turn, each stroking themselves to remain hard as they awaited access to her cunt. That sight actually made Ari stop for a moment and just watch, and as he did, he could see those fake cocks throbbing. The wolf’s furred breasts bounced with each thrust just like natural ones. The male’s massive muscles tensed so realistically despite clearly not being real unless he was a bodybuilder or something.

…was there actually something more nefarious going on? Ari couldn’t tell for sure, but he felt unnerved enough that he, despite his arousal, decided that he had to find Ren and at least talk about this strange show of hedonism. And then that resolve was immediately galvanized as he heard an announcement over the convention center’s speakers.

“Due to overwhelming demand, the orgy will begin this afternoon, rather than tonight as originally scheduled. Be sure to have your suit ready and help your friends get suited up before then,” a chirpy feminine voice announced.

An orgy? Ariel turned on his heels and briskly walked towards his and Ren’s room. Something was definitely wrong here, even if he couldn’t figure out what.

Yet, when Ari arrived at his hotel room, Ren wasn’t there. The packaging the suit had been in was on the floor, with no trace of his roommate.

Not good, he thought. He was tempted to leave right then and there, simply because he had that instinctive reaction that something was wrong. He would’ve done so if not for the fact that Ren was missing, and he reasoned that he couldn’t leave his roommate behind.

Okay, whatever’s going on doesn’t make any sense. What’s an unrealistic scenario that’d explain this?

He thought for a moment.

The suits are somehow changing people. It was the only far-fetched scenario he could think of that made any sense. If he assumed that it was possible, then everything made sense. The insane amount of realism, the sudden outbreaks of sex, the apparent scheduled orgy. It wasn’t plausible, but Ari decided to assume that it was real, and as he drew that conclusion, a chill went down his spine.

Ren had put on one of the suits. And that meant, if his theory was correct, he was probably out there either getting fucked or trying to get more people into the damned suits.

Okay. Act as if that’s true. What do I do?

He had to find Ren, get him out of the suit, and then get the hell out, that’s what he had to do. And so, he grabbed his backpack and left the hotel room once again, only to immediately run into a group of changed people. They were mixed species; a wolf, a pantheress, a tiger, and they were carrying several more suits with them.

Just act natural, Ari told himself as he fixed his gaze at the end of the corridor and tried to nonchalantly walk past the crowd, but the wolf grabbed his shoulder.

“They’re giving these suits away for free now,” the wolf smiled. Fuck. Up this close there was no denying it; they weren’t just suits. They were real.

“You really should try one on, they’re amazing,” the pantheress purred.

“N-no, I mean, yes, I’m actually on my way to get one of my own,” Ari lied, trying his hardest to get out of the situation. “Just so I’m all ready for the orgy.”

The panther stepped closer. “Naw, you don’t need to buy one, we have one for you right here. It’s kind of like a hybrid. Dragon and sabretooth.”

“I’d just like to… pick one that matches my fursona,” Ari replied.

What if one of them was Ren? If so, there was nothing he could do.

“It’s a really good suit,” the panther grinned, opening the bulky packaging and pulling out a head. Ari only barely had time to dodge out of the way as she tried to push it over his head. He kicked the wolf’s legs from under him and he fell with a growl, blocking the others for just the split second he needed to set off running.

He was athletic enough to make it to the elevators, but the creatures were fast and all impossibly muscular. It was only by pure chance that the elevator was at his floor, and Ari dashed in, slamming the close doors button as he watched them rapidly get closer, the doors closing only a split second before they could be jammed, just in time for the pantheress to slam into them from the outside.

The elevator began to move downwards rapidly. Ari let out a sigh of relief. If the lobby hadn’t devolved into utter chaos yet, he might still have a chance to make it out and get to the car, he thought. His heart was beating rapidly, adrenaline surging through his body and making his muscles feel almost electrified.

Get out. Right now. It was the only thought on his mind. The elevator hit the ground floor, and he forced his way out through the opening doors, running as fast as he could towards the lobby and thus, exit.

The door didn’t budge when he pushed it. Not even slightly. In a blind panic, Ari grabbed a chair and threw it at the windows, which didn’t even crack. Of course they were reinforced.

The emergency exits. The hotel had to have them and they couldn’t be locked, at least not from the inside.­ Sure, an alarm would sound, but by then he’d already be outside.

But as he turned around, the creatures had already caught up to him. They surrounded him from all sides. It seemed that everyone at the con had been turned by those suits except for him, bar for maybe some that had hidden instead of running.

Ari’s shoulders slumped. He recognized when he was outmatched, and this was very much one of those situations. There was no point in fighting; strong as he was, he couldn’t possibly tackle his way through that many creatures, all of them bigger than himself.

The pantheress approached him again, still holding the strange suit. Ari couldn’t tell what it even was. A sabretooth, maybe, with heavy draconic traits.

“That was a good chase, Ari,” she smirked.

Almost nobody called him Ari except… Ren. Suddenly Ariel’s eyes went wide. This pantheress had to be-

“-kitten?” he asked.

“Amoreena,” the panther smiled. Maybe whatever memories she had were merely vestigial, like a reflex no longer reflecting who she was. “Now let’s get you all suited up, it’s almost time for the orgy.”

They surrounded him in a tight circle, sharp claws making quick work of his clothes, and Amoreena held the head out. “You’re going to be so much sexier and happier,” she commented, voice deep enough that it was almost a purr. And then, she pushed the suit’s head down over Ari’s own.

Immediately his perspective shifted just as Ren’s hand, and his knees buckled as he fell to the ground. Ari, having a much stronger will than Ren, fought it at first. He groaned, trying to fight off the sudden flood of intrusive thoughts. But they felt good. Images of endless sex flooded his mind, leaving him panting with his rapidly changing mouth as they others slowly dressed him up, sliding the rest of the suit on him.

It was seductive. There was no pain, but there was a rush of power. The instant the suit was fully sealed around him, it quickly merged with his body, and as his eyes snapped open – his strange new eyes – it was to witness his muscles bulging. It looked beautiful, his cock rock hard as he watched his pecs swell into firm, deeply masculine bulges and his arms thicken beyond those of a professional strongman. Ari had always wanted to be strong, and the character he was becoming fully agreed with that. He had to be strong to properly dominate his partners, to pin them down as he drove his massive cock deep into their bodies and made them sing with pleasure.

Ari let out a growl. His body was changing all over, scales and fur replacing the skin that covered his growing muscles. His legs looked broken as they twisted into a digitigrade shape, but almost all of his attention was drawn to the cock that he was so proud of, jutting out just over a pair of swelling, heavy balls, and barely looking human at all. It was growing too, and the pleasure of it radiated through him, making it hard to think of what he was supposed to even be resisting.

It didn’t help when Ren – Amoreena – wrapped her fingers around the thickening length and stroked it. Ari saw stars as he watched himself grow to a truly obscene size, precum oozing from the increasingly tapered tip.

“Just relax,” the panther hissed. “Let it take you.”

His cock grew in her hands, two bulbs forming at the base to act as twin canine knots. Barbs grew along the underside to drive his partners wild, and naturally, Amoreena immediately flicked them with her fingers, drawing another throaty growl from the changing Ari. At the same time, he was growing horns. The suit hadn’t initially had them – perhaps to be more easily packed down – but now that it had irreversibly bonded with him, his scalp first tingled and then ached as two great horns befitting someone with draconic blood jutted out, growing in notches.

Suddenly he felt one of Amoreena's swollen breasts on his face as she grabbed his horns and pulled his head close. Fuel for the transformation, he realized, as he felt a sweet warm wetness smear over his lips. He fought the urge only briefly before latching on, letting his long and prehensile tongue coil around both teat and breast to nurse on her. The moment he swallowed, the transformation kicked into overdrive.

Spikes erupted from his elbows. He very nearly curled up at the intensity of his spine lengthening, new vertebrae growing in and others stretching to leave him almost eight feet tall, but beyond that, a tail – also not part of the original suit – forced its way out from the spine. It was clearly draconic in nature, clad in spikes and tipped with a lethal-looking stinger that almost instinctively traced along Amoreena’s back as Ari nursed.

His mind was so foggy now, his human personality struggled against the overwhelming mental pressure of the suit threatening to merge with him, to all but replace his mind with something much rawer and more carnal. Ari snarled, forcing his lips away from Amoreena’s milky bosom, only for her to immediately return to his cock, and then, his heavy balls. They were all but gurgling as bestial cum replaced whatever dregs of human seed he might have had left.

The speakers crackled to life before the transformation was fully finished.

“The orgy is about to start. Everyone, please make your way to the event hall,” someone spoke, barely sounding human whatsoever.

“Ooh, looks like you’ll get to do the rest yourself,” Amoreena purred. “Come on, we wouldn’t want to miss the best event of the weekend!”

She stood up, as did all the others, leaving Ari panting on the ground. He fought the urge to get up at first, but found his muscles tensing and flexing as the suit overrode his will.

“I don’t- don’t want to, kitten,” he snarled, struggling with all his might. But there was no denying that he felt wonderful. His body felt so strong and thick, each new muscle feeling good to use, and his bobbing erection took up so much of his mind that it was hard to think of anything else. The resistance was only vestigial, but seeing it, Amoreena grabbed his shaft by the knot.

“Now, now, we need to tease out the big, dominant Ari in there,” she grinned. “You’ll feel so much better once you accept who you are.”

If he had been given even one moment to relax and recover, Ari knew that he could’ve fought against the influence, no matter how good it felt. But the others weren’t about to give him that chance. As much as he tried to stand still, the slightest pull on his knots was enough to make him move regardless.

The transformed Ari stumbled towards the event hall with the others, guided along by Amoreena’s warm fingers locked behind his knot. Each step felt electrifying, even just walking. He had a stronger will than most, but even then, he couldn’t stop obediently moving along or stop his strange, double-knotted cock from swelling in a proud display of arousal in anticipation of the orgy. It was as if his legs moved on their own, and he couldn’t deny that he felt good.

His identity was already fraying. He remembered his name, Ariel, but he couldn’t remember how he had gotten here, only that there was an orgy to attend. But nothing really mattered except for the scorching arousal radiating from his eager cock, as if fucking was the whole purpose of his life.

Amoreena – the pantheress who had once been Ren – leaned in, standing on the tips of her toes to nibble on the lower half his ear, and it sent another melting tingle of pleasure through him.

“You really shouldn’t be fighting it so much,” she purred. “Become your new character.”

It was getting increasingly hard to cling onto what remained. In the back of his head, Ari had the vain idea that if he just went along with it for now and embraced being this sexy, powerful hybrid until the orgy was over, he could figure out a way to change back later. If a suit could change him like this, surely another suit could change him and Ren back to human, right?

That’s what he told himself as he was guided into the repurposed orgy hall. Amoreena’s hands were already all over him, soft yet strong, and she pushed him over onto his back the moment they were in position.

“Or, you know, try to resist,” she growled, and before Ari could react one way or the other, she straddled his face in a reverse position. Ari started dumbly at her puffy, soaking wet sex, and then in the blink of an eye, those lips were firmly smushed against his muzzle.

She smelled wonderful, and try as he might to resist as Ari, the person, the other Ari – or whatever personality his suit was forcing onto him – was happy to lick, and so he did, thrusting his tongue deep into the panther’s dripping pussy and drinking of her juices.

“Good boy,” the panther rumbled, but she wasn’t going to just sit there. She knew exactly what Ari’s weaknesses were, both the former person and the new creature he was becoming. And so, while grinding her needy cunt against his face, she leaned forward to scoop up his muscular legs.

Around them, the orgy quickly got underway. It was like being afloat on a sea of writhing bodies as the newly transformed took out their fresh, carnal urges on each other without shame or restraint. Intoxicating, really, and quite impossible to resist. Ari’s face was soaked by the time that Amoreena first began to rub his paws, and he groaned into her wet folds as pleasure shot through him once again, nearly sending him into paroxysms.

His feet had always been sensitive, but now, his newly transformed and talon-adorned paws felt like they were directly connected to his cock. While the vibe of the orgy and the taste of Amoreena’s juicy sex on his tongue was already enough to leave his remaining human mind reeling, it was feeling her tongue lap over his sole that really made Ari melt. In another spasm of pleasure, his fingers dug into her haunches and he pressed his head against her, his long tongue swirling over her stiff clit and making her moan in turn before thrusting back into her, tongue-fucking her until she was dripping like a faucet.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Ari had the vague feeling that fully giving in would also fully transform him, but then, Amoreena seemed to be lost in absolute bliss while licking and caressing his feet, sucking on his toes, and having her needy cunt absolutely devoured. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he thought faintly, as he suddenly flexed those overgrown muscles, pushing the panther off him and onto all fours.

“My turn,” he snarled, and was on top of her in an instant, powerful arms pinning the panther’s upper body down flat against the improvised mattress.

He drove his cock into her dripping slit in one forceful thrust, and she yowled like a cat in heat as she finally got what she had been asking for. At least that never changed, Ari thought, as he felt himself begin to fully fade away. The twin knots of his engorged, almost monstrous shaft slammed at her entrance, and the barbs on the underside raked her immediately to the edge of ecstasy. At the same time, he grabbed her hips tightly, claws digging in, and she let out another very feline moan, clearly savoring the roughness she had provoked.

Ari began to fuck her in hard, sharp strokes, dragging his claws over her squirming, oh-so-muscular and beautiful body, leaving red streaks in her black fur. Yet she begged for more through breathy moans. And so, Ari flipped her over, his cock never leaving the sweet warm embrace of her sex. He kept thrusting into her, chasing that promised, mind-melting orgasm, and in the heat of the moment his mouth found her breasts. One by one, he gently bit them, then soothed the sting of pain by nursing out a mouthful of milk from each in turn.

Soon, others joined them. Someone else’s hands quickly found Ari’s paws, having seen his earlier reaction, and began to knead on them. He missed a thrust at the sensation, instead quickly latching his milk-smeared mouth onto Amoreena’s neck, biting her scruff just to channel the sheer surge of pleasure from a stranger caressing his paws into something rather than just flailing. She immediately craned her neck to give his teeth better access.

Ari could feel his orgasm building each time those twin knots bumped against Amoreena’s sodden entrance. His balls were already pulled tight against his body. And yet he knew that once he filled the panther, that’d be it. The point of no return. He’d fully become the suit that had been forced on him, and the old, human Ari would be entirely forgotten. Ah, it wasn’t as if he really had a choice anyway; he barely had any control over what his body was doing. Every powerful muscle moved according to the suit’s will already, thrusting him towards that shattering climax to take over fully.

Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal. This is what I’m meant for. Ari’s claws dug into the floor, toes curling as the stranger leaned in to lick across them, kissing each in turn with warm, wet lips. He clamped his teeth down hard on Amoreena’s shoulder as he felt the cum boil over in his balls, a mighty roar escaping his lungs as he raced toward the finish line with a few more violent thrusts.

One knot popped into Amoreena’s clutching body, and then the other. Pleasure surged through him like a tidal wave, every single muscle in his body tensing as he finally reached his peak, forced upon him by the panther’s rhythmic clenching. His jaws tightened and he could taste copper as he unloaded inside her, in matching rhythmic throbs that filled her to the brim until she was gasping. At the same time, by finally surrendering to becoming who the suit insisted he was, everything was enhanced to unfathomable heights of pleasure.

Finally, his seed spent – every drop safely deposited inside the panther’s womb – he could think clearly. And yet, after the flames of pleasure had burned through his mind, there was nothing left to think about. He was Ari, the sabretooth-dragon hybrid, as monstrous as he was sexy, and this was his entire purpose. Carnal, savage pleasure unending, and helping introduce new people to it.

And he wasn’t done. His balls were empty only momentarily, and then he could feel that familiar gurgling inside those heavy orbs as new cum was rapidly filled in. He’d never be satisfied, as usual. They swelled up quickly, the hybrid just about feeling every new drop of cum being produced, almost immediately ready to breed someone else. Though not this time; the panther had teased him for so long that rather than switch partners, he grinned and began to thrust again.

Amoreena’s eyes shot wide open at those short, syncopated thrusts into her cum-filled and knot-stuffed pussy. Yet before she could express anything at all, Ari’s lips latched onto one of her breasts again, sucking on it firmly, and the relief of being milked made any protests about overstimulation instead leave her lungs as a dissolute gasp of pleasure.

And then he really fucked her, in every position he wanted, using the almost equally strong pantheress as little more than a toy, flipping her around to bite and claw at every inch of her body and fucking her with both knots, each stroke having both of them pop in and out of her. It wasn’t long before she was reduced to a mewling puddle of pleasure, a ragdoll for him to fuck utterly senseless, and without the human inhibitions that he’d once had, he was going to devour her.

Each milky breast was suckled on and bitten to tease more of her delicious milk out. Her neck was raw with the force of his bites, and so were her shoulders. Her entire body was sore, her pussy felt more like a fleshlight than a delicate female sex, and she loved it, full to the point of being bloated with Ari’s plentiful seed. Only then did he stop to let the insensate pantheress catch her breath, smirking at her with a certain lusty smugness.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, reflecting that earlier degradation now that he had firmly established himself as the dominant one. And then he flexed his cock inside her to remind her of just how sensitive her raked cunt was.

Of course, that was how Amoreena wanted it. She was only dominant until she got what she wanted from teasing her partners for long enough, and then she wanted them to ravage her body, just as he had done.

Ari pulled out of the pantheress with a wide grin on his lips. There was a wet slurp as his knots popped out, one after the other, and a gush of his cum followed from her gaping – but quickly tightening – hole. For a moment, Ari admired his handiwork; it was what he was made for, after all, to just fuck every offered hole.

He stood up and stretched, proudly showing off his half-hard and still dripping cock. There were a lot of critters to sample at this orgy, and he intended to enjoy as many as he could. For now, he was happy to just plant his foot on Amoreena’s face to let her knead and caress it for a little longer, the little pleasure-surges quickly getting him up to full mast again despite having just pumped some half a dozen loads into the panther. His balls churned once more, filling up with cum again, and he savored that feeling, knowing that no matter how much he drained himself, he’d always be ready for more.

Amoreena took a little longer to get onto her legs, but she was equally shameless about letting everyone stare at her drooling sex, clearly delighted feeling the cum dribble down her thighs.

“What do you want to do once we’re done here?” she asked, her breathing still labored.

“Hit up a different con,” Ari smirked. “And bring a bunch of suits to really get people into character.”

It was an obvious plan. After all, he was meant to help the suits spread. That and fucking them was his character, and he loved this new purpose that felt like it had always been his purpose.

With a smirk, Ari stretched. Oh yes, bringing more of his friends to life through the suits would be wonderful. But first, he had some more of the newly changed to enjoy, and so he and Amoreena split up for the moment to enjoy whoever looked sexy enough.