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"Tickets to Comic-Con tomorrow!" The black fox squealed in delight at the contents of the present in her lap and sprang out of her seat into the arms of the big maned wolf on the other end of the couch. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Breathe, Ella."

The fox gulped down a big breath of air before rattling off twenty more thank-yous while nuzzling in against her boyfriend's chest. Then, all of a sudden, she jerked straight upright, eyeing the maned wolf suspiciously. "What's the catch?"

Raymond had a grin that went from one ear straight to the other. He reached out to the thick leather collar encircling the fox's neck and slipped his finger into the d-ring at the front, giving a tug. "First, Ella, I want you there as my pet. I won't push any hard limits, but I expect the normal rules of obedience and deference to me to hold."

Ella's ears fell flat against her skull. "You're not going to make me wear the collar in public, are you?"

"No. I remember what you said. That's a hard limit."

Ella immediately looked relieved.

"But there is the second part of the catch: you're going in cosplay."

Ella's ears shot straight up and her eyes widened. "But, but, I don't have any! There's no time to prepare anything before tomorrow."

Raymond chuckled and waved his hand in the air. "No worries, my dear. I already got you something. I know all your measurements after all."

It took Ella's mind all of two seconds to weigh the possibilities of going to Comic-Con with the requirements her boyfriend and frequent Master placed on her. Then she leapt into his arms again and squealed out her thanks over and over until he reminded her to breathe again.

* * *

"How did I let you talk me into this?" Ella wondered the following morning as she stared at the bed, which was covered in the items Raymond had bought for the cosplay. Sure, it looked mostly fine, but there were more than a few kinky items included.

"Comic-coooooon," Raymond whispered teasingly in the fox's big ears.

"Raymond Christopher, you said you wouldn't break my hard limits!"

"And I won't!"

Ella pointed accusingly at the pile of clothes and toys. "There's a cockgag in there."

The maned wolf slid around behind her, one arm squeezing her beneath her chest as his breath tickled at the back of her neck. "And no one will know you're wearing it but me. Everything will be hidden by the cosplay."

Ella bit her lip. She'd be at Comic-con, but in that. But Comic-con... But in that... "Everything?"

Raymond moved around and made a solemn crossing motion over his heart.

"Okay, do it before I change my mind, but you are going to be paying extra close attention for my safe signal."

Raymond was quick about undressing her because she needed to be completely naked for everything to be put on. The gag was the first thing he put on and she mmphed with a soft moan as she suckled on the tip of the faux cock in her muzzle. It was generically canine, but Ella liked to pretend it was based on Raymond's own shaft. Thoughts of kneeling and sucking him off distracted her until she felt the sharp pinch of clamps being applied to her nipples. She had to restrain herself from the instinctual urge to pull back as Raymond adjusted the two clamps and played with the thin chain connecting them.

Ella's white-tipped tail was swaying behind her, the only part of her still moving significantly, as Raymond knelt down and reached between her thighs to warm her up. His fingers teased lightly over her labia until she was starting to feel a little slick, and then he slid a vibe deep inside her. She knew, from previous experience, that it was remote controlled and that Raymond loved turning it on at random moments. While she had never worn it out in public before, the two of them had visited multiple BDSM events with the vibrator teasing her throughout.

The next item surprised her, even as she saw it on the bed: an anal hook. The hook end was a rounded plug, which Raymond lubed generously before easing against her tailhole. It was rather thick and hard to get in, but once it popped into place, Ella gave a deep and low groan around the gag. The other end of the hook was bifurcated to allow it to fit comfortably against her tailbase. Raymond used a bit of cord to hold it in place for a moment before he set up a better attachment: he braided her long dark hair into a ponytail, threading a bit more cord through it and down to the hook. "That good?" he asked. "Not too tight?"

Ella explored her range of motion. She had to bend forward or tilt her head low before the hook really pulled inside her. Otherwise, simple movements would give gentle tugs. God, was she really going to walk around the convention floor like this? And how the hell was Raymond going to hide the fact that she was wearing a hook attached to her hair? Her hand readied to make the safe signal.

"Okay, now I want the rest to be a surprise." He reached up and slid a blindfold over her eyes.

She trembled as he dressed her, unable to suppress the sensuous thoughts running through her mind. She was blindfolded, gagged, clamped, and hooked with her Master's hands touching her in the most intimate ways. She wanted to say hell to the con and beg him to bend her over the bed and fuck her. The chain connecting the clamps went taut and she moaned lewdly into the gag. More bits of clothing were fitted over her chest, her muzzle, her hips, her feet, and with each one she felt her pulse racing a little more.

"Almost done," Raymond said and slid the blindfold off.

Ella's eyes immediately went to the full-size mirror standing not far in front of her. Veskara, she thought. It was a perfect cosplay of Veskara. She had been a playable character in a somewhat obscure first gen 3d fighting game called "Fight, Champ, Fight," made by Ella's hero, Albert Goldin. Veskara was a black fox, like Ella, wearing skin-tight green clothes that consisted of little more than a sports bra and loincloth and wraps around her wrists and ankles. Well, that and a green mask that completely covered the gag she was wearing. In updated versions of the game, Veskara's belly was criss-crossed with thin chains, which Ella's nipple rings were now connected to. The big remaining feature of her character was an artifact of the poor graphics at the time: her ponytail was represented by a single large pyramid that reached from the back of her head down to its tip at the base of her tail. It had become such an integral part of her representation that artists found excuses to keep it even as the graphics improved in later games. As Raymond held up the thin cardboard pyramid, Ella finally understood how he was going to hide the anal hook.

How did I let myself be talked into this, she thought silently.

As if knowing her thoughts, Raymond teasingly said, "Comic-cooooooooon."

* * *

"Oh, wow, great Veskara! Can we take a pic?"

For the third time in nearly as many minutes, Raymond glanced down at Ella, who returned only a tiny nod. The black fox sauntered away from him and struck a victory pose next to the three bears. Ella did her best not to squirm against them as Raymond held their camera, gestured for them to say cheese, and snapped the photo.

"I'm glad you liked my work," Raymond said as he handed the camera back. "It's my first serious attempt at designing cosplay."

"No way! That's your first?"

Ella tuned out the small chit-chat between Raymond and the fans. Her sex was thrumming softly from the vibe, which Raymond had just activated. The sway in her hips and the provocative poses she was adopting in the pics weren't just a matter of being in character, but a result of the constant arousal she was feeling blending in with the embarrassment of wearing bondage gear around the con and the fantasies that made her have. Her thoughts had a submissive haze over them, the kind she normally felt when she was at a play party and was willing to do just about anything to just about anyone. As she was posing with the most recent group, her tongue was swirling over the tip of the cockgag in her muzzle, eyeing the big bear in the group and wondering if she could just get down on her knees and suck him off right there. She found herself absently pressing her chest into Raymond's side to feel the chains go taut and her nipples get tugged. When she realized how close she was to just grinding herself against him, she quickly tugged at the base of his tail twice.

"Hey, nice chatting with you but we have to run." Raymond wrapped an arm around her and guided her out of the main floor and to a quieter side corridor. "You doing okay?"

Ella placed a hand to her chest, her standard sign to him that she was trying to relax.

"All right. Been a long day already. Hard to believe it's only 2 PM. You having fun?"

Ella glanced to Raymond's shoulder. He was hefting a big bag stuffed full of goodies from the con. While she felt the tickets to Comic-con alone were worth the kinky cosplay, she wasn't about to let him believe that. She had guilted him into buying a number of very nice items for her. She'd gotten what she'd wanted out of this con for sure. She nodded.

"Ready to head home soon?"

She gave a soft sigh and nodded again. She couldn't just undress Raymond and get herself a good fucking out in public here, but she desperately wanted it. She was looking forward to taking him to bed as soon as they got in their own front door again.

"Well I have one last surprise, and it's going to start in just a few minutes." He held up another pair of tickets and, if it hadn't been for the gag, Ella's jaw would have fallen to the floor. They were for a private signing and meeting with "Fight, Champ, Fight" designer Albert Goldin himself. While she wasn't a huge fan of "Fight, Champ, Fight" itself, Goldin's legacy had included more than half of Ella's top ten games list. And she was going to meet him. Dressed as Veskara, one of his most iconic characters. All thoughts of going home were immediately erased at the thought of meeting him.

Fifteen minutes later, Ella and Raymond were standing at the back of a slow-moving line in a big, but mostly empty room on the far side of the convention. As Ella and Raymond were the last of the ticket-holders to arrive, security closed the doors behind them. Slowly the line inched forward, with Goldin taking the time to chat with each guest like they were an old friend. Goldin was a burly cougar with a deep belly-laugh that reverberated off the walls of the room. His fur had started to take a silvery luster of old age. Ella kept standing on tiptoe, ignoring the sharp tug on her nipples, for a better chance to see him.

Despite the wait, Raymond seemed content to have one arm wrapped around her and occasionally playing with the control of the vibe in her sex. As the minutes leaned into an hour, Ella found her hips squeezing together and her mind wandering to what lay under Raymond's trousers. It wasn't until the line thinned to only three other people in the room that Ella returned her attention to Goldin, who was laughing and signing a full-size poster of one of his recent games. The big cougar chatted with the guests until he waved them off, saying that he needed to meet the last in line; however, their goodbyes lasted a full four minutes of excited thank-yous and handshakes and last second smiles.

Then it was time. It was just Ella, Raymond, and Goldin himself. Raymond made apologies that the cosplay prevented her from talking, but was sure to tell the big cougar everything she would have if she could speak: how much her games had meant to her, all of her favorites, why she loved his art direction and humor so much. He had someone snuck out every copy of his games that she owned into the bottom of the bag and brought them out for him to sign, one at a time.

When he was done signing, Goldin let out one of his deep guffaws and gestured for Ella to step forward. "Please, please, I want to have a picture with you. That is truly amazing work. I want you to take one picture for yourself and one for me!"

Ella was blushing wildly as she stood next to one of her idols, dressed as his character, mimicking that famous victory pose. Raymond had out his camera and was snapping multiple photos, but at one point, as he was shifting position, his hand brushed past the pocket where the vibrator control was kept and accidentally activated it.

The fox, who hadn't expected such feelings to stir inside her at that moment, was unprepared for the sensual assault, and found herself arching into Goldin's touch, a powerful moan escaping through her lips.

Everything froze.

Goldin was staring down at her. Ella was looking more flustered than she had all con long. And Raymond, he looked downright mortified.

Ella didn't know what to say or do. She had been so close to Goldin, doubtless he had heard not only the moan, but the vibrator that had triggered it.

The cougar's brow was furrowed as he tried to process and understand, and then slowly it relaxed, and he let out another one of those deep belly laughs that he was so famous for. As his laughter ended, he leaned over and whispered into Ella's ears. "Can I tell you a little secret?"

Petrified, Ella could barely nod.

"When I was very, very young, I had fallen in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. Her name was Venice. She was brilliant, attractive, lovely, the sort of woman who had a crowd of men following her, and yet she felt towards me, the most insignificant man in her life, the same way I felt towards her." Goldin patted Ella's shoulder and let her go, taking a seat next to her. "But it could not be. I was a cat. She was a fox. In those days, well... a relationship between us would not have ended well for either of us. It was taboo even for me to say that she was sexy.

"So the first time I had an opportunity to, I created a character in her likeness, Veskara, and I wanted to make Veskara as beautiful and attractive and, yes, sexy as the original Venice had been. Because damn those stupid old rules to the rubbish bin where they belong." He sat back and looked between Raymond and Ella. "And I do not have the words to express how happy I am that you two have found in my character the same feelings I had meant her to embody."

Raymond sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he returned Goldin's camera to him. "Thank you, sir."

Goldin flicked through the pictures he had taken. "No, this won't do," he muttered. "I must have a picture of you two alone. That means more to me." As Raymond and Ella posed for the picture, he added, "Son..."

Raymond swallowed and said, "Yes?"

"You do realize you owe her for this."

* * *

"How did I let you talk me into this?" Raymond asked one year later. They were back at Comic-con, cosplaying together this time. They were both in tight jumpsuits modeled from an old sci-fi show, but underneath them, Raymond was fitted into a tight cockcage and plug. Ella had told the wolf that she wanted him aching all day long and ready to fuck her silly when they got home. To further entice him, she had made sure he knew that she wasn't wearing anything at all under her own costume. The thought of that (and the subtle impressions her taut nipples made against the fabric) got Raymond straining at the cage before they had even left home.

Ella leaned over, teasing her Master with a whispered, "Comic-coooooooon."