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Within any given fanbase, there is bound to be a hierarchy of popularity.

After all, a fandom is nothing more than a microcosm of the entirety of a society, and thus, it reflects many of the things that people detest about normal society, even if everyone thinks that such things aren't present.

In as much, the rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and often times, people who turn to a fandom because of their issues in what some would call 'real life' find themselves dealing with all of the same problems that they were dealing with before.

Someone else by the name of Aaron was dealing with an entirely different problem, that being that he'd only just minutes earlier been transformed into a real, live werewolf, and at a furry convention, of all places.

Though the root cause of the transformation was a tainted cocktail, Aaron never would have even bothered to try and get one if he'd been able to board the early flight out of the convention, as he wanted to. He was never the most popular person at conventions, and he was one of the people within the furry fandom who was aware of the fact that he, as a writer, wasn't among the upper echelon of creative types, either.

He'd never truly admired fursuits, at least, for the sake of viewing them. He had the [b]utmost[/b] respect for the creators and crafters who brought those suits to life, but they simply weren't his cup of tea, or more fittingly, his glass of bourbon.

Every single one of them would have been jealous to see the level of detail that his current 'costume' held.

"I swear, I can't find [b]any[/b] of the seams! This suit is really warm though, dude. You should probably get out of it soon."

Aaron knew about staying in character and playing along when one was in a fursuit, but this wasn't any kind of a costume. It was his own flesh and real, overgrown fur, jutting out from his skin in every conceivable location. Being a brand new transformation in a place where no one would have believed him, even if he admitted that he was a beast, dozens of convention goers were flocking to Aaron for pictures, most of them being taken without his being aware of the fact.

Unlike the actual fursuiters and other creative types who were out posing for pictures, however, Aaron never struck a single pose. He continued to sit in a stool at the bar and watch as the bartender who was guilty of transforming him continued to tremble and quiver with fear, knowing that Aaron could easily trace the source right back to him.

"The quality of your drinks keeps on slipping," Aaron murmured, taking another sip from his third free cocktail in a row. He'd asked for a Manhattan, and unfortunately, he was disappointed with the flavor of it; then again, the bartender was barely able to pour the correct ingredients, much less the proper quantities thereof. "If you don't figure your shit out, and [b]fast,[/b] I'm going to have to have a talk with management about your 'secret ingredient.'"

Losing his job was the last thing the bartender was actually worried about. Having access to such a chemical could land him in jail, and it wasn't likely that he'd be staying there; there were plenty of organizations across the world that would pay a [b]very[/b] high penny for such a strange and effective toxin.

All of the worries that were growing on his shoulders made it difficult to keep things in proportion, and the bartender wasn't sure if he'd be able to escape the hotel unscathed, that evening. There were still a few other customers to serve, but the night was winding down, and as much as he hoped a few more people would arrive to cause a commotion and leave him with a distraction to hide behind, the odds were already well out of his favor.

If not for his financial needs, he would have been gone hours before then, regardless.

"If you're really not that satisfied with his drinks, perhaps you can come back to our room for a few?"

Aaron was turning down offers for conversation left and right, ever since the transformation took hold of his physical body. There were plenty of people who showed themselves to be fans of his realistic 'suit,' and some of them went a lot farther than Aaron was actually comfortable with.

This voice belonged to a female, however, and upon the soft, velvety flesh of his new, taller ears, it felt like a pair of ethereal fingertips, stroking and teasing at his ear canal to draw him away from the bar.

"I'm not really big on room parties," Aaron replied, keeping his composure surprisingly well, despite the sudden interruption. "I don't think I'd really be much of a hit at [b]yours,[/b] either."

"That's fine. What if it was just the two of us?"

That time, Aaron wasn't prepared, and nearly spit his drink out through the end of his long, solid muzzle.

"Y-you...you're serious?"

The wolf was having trouble believing his ears, and his eyes only made things worse, as he slowly turned upon his bar stool and glanced upon the sight of a young, short female, wearing a pair of braids in the long, dark tresses of her brunette hair. Her smile was cute and innocent enough, but hinted at an intelligence, and perhaps, a desire that a male with sharper eyes could recognize.

Aaron was still having trouble adjusting to his new vision, of course, but there seemed to be something off about her, all the same. She was a bit [b]too[/b] confident, and even too eager to make his acquaintance.

[i]Is she...is she coming onto me?[/i] he wondered, as a curious hand brushed along the side of his arm. It seemed a subtle touch, at first, and Aaron was sure that the girl was just trying to find the seams in his supposed suit, but her fingertips didn't trace along where a seam might be...instead, they followed the subtle curve of his triceps as his posture pushed them outward, and as her lips began to grin, the soft jade in her eyes began to sparkle.

"Is it so bad that I've got a thing for realistic suits?" she asked, playing up a role that her size didn't lend itself to. She wasn't overly cutesy; she didn't twirl her hair around a finger, or nervously scuffle her feet upon the floor. She stood as tall as her figure would allow and narrowed her eyes upon Aaron, knowing that he could feel their gaze upon his flesh.

She wanted him to know just how interested she was in him, and in a way that she couldn't quite appreciate, she was giving him more than a hint.

"Most girls aren't so...[b]forward[/b] about that," Aaron explained, making sure that he used the proper word. He didn't want to overstep his bounds, just in case he was reading all of the signs wrong, but there was a truer signal than his eyes could see.

It was the rush of pheromones that continued to lightly waft into his nostrils and entice him in a way that he'd never been able to know before. Though evolution and human biology allowed pheromones to be mostly replaced by perfume and deodorant, Aaron had a sense of smell that no human could fully appreciate, and just upon the end of it, something carnal and sweet was drifting toward him, like a beckoning claw that could only be sensed, not seen or felt.

She might have only been a human, but her body was still very capable of giving away a strong note of desire.

"It's awfully late at night, y'know. Doesn't really leave a whole lot of time to be subtle," she admitted, as if to confirm his suspicions about her intentions. "And that's the way I'd prefer it, really. There's a lot less pressure when a crowd of people are judging me."

Though they were only words, Aaron still felt a relation to the girl, in the way that she spoke. He'd been judged for a number of things beyond his control over the years, and wouldn't want to judge someone else unfairly. Though it was hard to do in his new form, he offered as kindly of a smile as he could, and the girl giggled, as she reached up an open palm to stroke his cheek.

"You know...you can take off the head, if you want to. I don't think anyone who's left will really care."

Aaron wanted to shake his head, but he didn't want to disturb the delicate touch upon his flesh. Even with the fur acting as a barrier, he could feel just how sincere the emotions of the young woman were, even if her intentions might be considered unsavory. "I...I can't," he replied, his voice little more than a grumbling whisper. "It's not that simple."

With his back turned to the bar, the bartender took his opportunity and crept away from behind the bar, and even though the sensitive ears of the transformed wolf could hear the actions of the sneaky employee, they simply didn't care. Aaron ignored the weaselly sound as his attentions, and each of his heightened senses, were focused on the beautiful specimen before him.

"You can tell me all about in the room, stranger."

"Aaron," he replied casually, not wanting to seem too eager for the evening to progress.

"Lydia," she offered her name in exchange, as she lifted her arm out to the side, to help Aaron down from the bar stool. "Would you be a gentleman and escort me back to my room?"

Excitement was building within Aaron, as well, and in ways that he wouldn't be able to hide much longer as he hopped down and hooked his arm in with Lydia's. "It'd be my pleasure."

**

Aaron knew what was coming, at least, vaguely.

He was sure that there was a night of passion ahead for him, but he didn't think Lydia had a clue what she was getting herself into. As eagerly as she'd tugged on his arm, she had to have noticed the fact that he wasn't wearing sleeves, and nothing shifted, despite her aggressive actions.

Eventually, Aaron was going to have to reveal the truth about his 'suit,' and he wasn't sure how Lydia would take it.

The door closed behind him with a quiet [b][i]click,[/b][/i] but it was immediately followed by a heavy [b][i]WHUMPF[/b][/i] as Lydia turned around and pressed Aaron's larger body into the door. Though he could easily overpower her, she pressed her palms upon his shoulders, grinned up at him and leaned in, pressing a novelty kiss upon the end of his muzzle, as if she still believed it was part of an elaborate costume.

It wasn't until she felt authentic, cool moisture on his canine snout that her grin, once as eager as it ever could have been, began to fade a little bit, as reality tried to slip in to her otherwise lust riddled fantasy.

"A...Aaron," she paused, as her palms became weak against his flesh, "Your nose is...cold. And wet."

The lengthy, pink tongue that sat almost [b]too[/b] perfectly in Aaron's muzzle bothered Lydia in some way at the bar, and as she took a slow, uneasy step back from the door, she could see saliva building on the underside of it, and glistening over the top of it.

[i]Those...those aren't props, are they?[/i] she wondered, as her lower lip began to tremble with such a perfect blend of fear and arousal that even [b]she[/b] wasn't sure which one would win out in the end.

Another 'prop' quickly appeared to influence her decision, however, and suddenly, Lydia was in a position she never would have anticipated.

She'd been in bed with plenty of men at furry cons, and even the occasional woman. Through the wonders of role-play, she'd engaged in plenty of sexual acts that she would never actually perform, and her fantasies, no matter how dark and forbidden, were always able to be fulfilled.

As the bright, pinkish tip of a truly canine member began to emerge from the sheath between Aaron's legs, she felt the greatest juxtaposition of her life.

[i]I...I could fuck a werewolf,[/i] she thought, as her mind bypassed the shock that came along with realizing that Aaron [b]was,[/b] in fact, a werewolf, aided on by her sexual fervor. [i]And I could totally get away with it. No one else knows this guy isn't in a costume. No one would [b]ever[/b] know.[/i]

Aaron still had to adjust to his new body, and under the guise of his fur, his face was ablaze with bashful warmth as he tried to control the growth of his cock, but he found it an impossible task...especially when Lydia made up her mind, and began to sink down to her knees.

"But this..." she finally spoke again, trying to pretend there hadn't been a long, terribly awkward pause for the two of them, "This is [i]warm[/i] and wet...makes it a much better toy for a kitten like me," she explained, revealing what her inner species was. The ears that were clipped into her hair weren't clear enough about their species, and under her skirt, a tail was clipped into place, long, thin and coated with a layer of brown faux fur that wouldn't have told Aaron she was a feline.

He could have criticized her for what she was about to do, but Aaron knew that he couldn't stop her advances, and the moment her warm, delicate lips came to kiss upon the tip of his manhood, he wouldn't dare stop a single thing she tried to do that evening.

"So, Mr. Werewolf," she whispered, making sure her lips stayed against the tip of his cock, until she gripped the growing base and held it in her skillful palms, "If I let you fuck me...you'll stop terrorizing my village, right?"

Her role-playing was all over the place, but her intentions were on a single track and moving fast, well beyond Aaron's control. She got right back to work, opening her mouth and starting her way down the length of his canine flesh, allowing her tongue to tickle and tease the underside of something that she might never get to experience again.

If not for the warmth that was quickly building between her thighs, she'd likely have spent the entire night appreciating him orally. His cock was so much warmer than that of a human male, and the tiny veins that covered it gave it such a chaotic, colorful look that she nearly wished she could see it without feeling it pressing against the walls of her mouth and the back of her throat.

That sensation was greater than any vision, however, and her eager hands gripped the insides of his thighs as she braced herself, trying to take his length as deep into her throat as she could.

"Y-yeah, [b]sure![/b]" Aaron grunted as he reached out to the walls of the narrow entryway and gripped them with his claws, tearing the cheap wallpaper of the hotel room. He never had a chance to prepare for just how skillful Lydia was with her mouth, and her gulping, swallowing throat was working him with such an eager gait that he had to do the very last thing that he wanted, in that moment.

He had to grip her hair with a paw and back her away from his cock with a sudden push, forcing strands of saliva to drip down over her tank top. "B...but you said fuck, l-little kitten," Aaron reminded her, still panting quietly as he did his best to ignore an impending orgasm. "If you wanna save your village, you'd better get on that bed and spread those legs [i]nice and wide.[/i]"

It was clear which of the two was the more experienced role-player, but excitement had the pair on a level playing field as Lydia nearly hopped up from the floor. Her breasts, albeit modest, gave a lot bounce as she reached the top of her jump and settled, and they came into view rather quickly as she began to strip, not wanting to waste of a moment's time with trivial things like foreplay. She tossed her tank top away, revealing the soft, delicate bumps to Aaron and enticing him that much further, before she shimmied right out of her skirt, leaving only a pair of light, powder blue panties underneath.

She refused to remove them, as they kept her kitten tail in place, and Aaron was happy to abide it, as she climbed into the bed and tugged the lightly stained crotch of her panties aside.

"Just don't break me, Mr. Werewolf," she teased, making sure her eyes were narrowed upon his cock as she spoke. Even if Aaron didn't need it, she was going to smother him with her lustful affections, knowing that this was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She was already working her clit and rubbing at the top of her labia as Aaron approached the bed, and the way his shadow blocked out the light above her left Lydia to squirm in excitement as a literal dream was coming true for her.

She had plenty of toys that simulated the feeling of a canine length, and the shape of it, as well.

After that night, and that first, solid thrust into her womanhood, nothing would ever compare to the real thing [b]ever[/b] again.

"[b]A-Aaron![/b]" Lydia cried out, as her body took the form of a vice. Her arms slapped down harshly on his back, and her legs clamped around the back of his bare thighs, as she worried she might literally drown in her own pleasure if she didn't. Like a proper werewolf, Aaron wasn't gentle at all, and whether it was intentional, or a lack of experience, Lydia didn't care. He could do no wrong in her eyes, or to her body, as she felt the thick length filling her in a way that no other man could mimic.

Inch after inch of canine flesh spread her cunt apart, and immediately, she began to bounce herself against it as she held onto the underside of the wolf. Her modest bust was bouncing right in front of Aaron, and her face was twisted up in pleasure as he tried to embrace the fantasy, as well, and pretend that he was pounding the tight, eager pussy of a feline, rather than a mere human female.

"I'll o-only spare your village," Aaron tried to speak, as tiny droplets of drool spilled from the end of his muzzle, staining the bed and overwhelming Lydia's visual senses, "If you let me f-fill you up with [b]all[/b] of my cum..."

Truth be told, Aaron didn't know for sure that his semen was safe or not. He knew that his outside appearance was definitely that of a wolf, but he couldn't know for sure that his inner workings had changed at all.

Lydia, given the squeeze that her inner walls wrapped around his cock, clearly didn't care, and wasn't going to pass up on that opportunity, either, as she bounced against the flesh of his manhood, and like a dream come true, she could feel the bulge of his knot pressing against her outer lips.

There was no guarantee that Aaron was going to have a knot, and her pleasure with the sight alone was mind-boggling, but the sensation was otherworldly. Her mind was going blank, and her jaw going a little slack as she tried to stuff the thick, massive bulge inside of her human passage...

...But as she felt the first, heated spurts of canine cum spraying across her inner muscles and prying at her womb, she felt excess seed trickling down and out of her sex, spilling onto the sheets and soaking her panties and the base of her faux tail along the way.

Despite his inexperience, Aaron grunted with delight and grinned down at his prey, staying in his role, and perhaps taking it to the next level as he glared down at Lydia through molten, gold eyes. "F-fuck...you...y-you made me cum after all, kitten," he praised her, "But...you couldn't keep it all [b]inside.[/b]"

Lydia was too busy wiggling about on his cock and loving the feeling of an inhuman amount of ejaculate pouring into her body to worry, at first, but as she remembered her role, and tried to break away from the series of tiny orgasms that left her a sticky, trembling mess, she panted nervously and widened her eyes in a fear that felt a little [b]too[/b] real for her comfort.

"T-then...then my village-

"Don't worry," Aaron cut her off, as he pulled his cock free and watched as long, thin ropes of his cum sprayed across the bare tummy of his new, favorite kitten. "I'm sure you'll find another way to keep me from destroying it...back here, perhaps?"

Lydia felt a pawtip pressing against the already filled pucker of her anus, and wondered if she could possibly take the whole of Aaron's length [b]and[/b] her plug at the same time.

For the sake of a fake village, and her own twisted desires, she was certainly going to try.