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Charles had not expected to be returning to the costume shop. Certainly not the day after he'd bought a costume there and not just as the mall was opening. Although he hadn't intended to buy anything the last time he was there, the costumes had intrigued him enough to purchase a feral gryphon costume despite a lack of upcoming events. It wasn't like he expected to need one mid-May.

Now he was meeting Lia here, both so that they could talk to the shopkeeper and so she could purchase her own costume. Even if they were only good for private use, it was a very enjoyable private use and the costumes were not exactly expensive.

Charles leaned against the wall next to the store, not far from the "Exotic Costumes" sign over the door. If he went inside, Lia might not see him; rather than windows, the front of the shop was painted plywood covered in posters. Only the sign and the glass door made it stand out from the "Coming Soon" spaces.

It was not a long wait; Lia was far more excited about coming here than he was. It was only because she lived further away that she arrived later than him at all. She was the one buying a costume today, though he was tempted to get a second.

Seeing her come through the entrance he waved, shouting her name. She waved back and hurried towards him.

"Already here?" she asked.

He shrugged. "It's a short trip." He lived less than a block from the mall.

"Shall we go in?"

"After you." He gestured towards the door.

The shop interior was unchanged; it consisted of nothing more than shelves of small boxes, each with a small label indicating the contents. Near the door was the counter with the small, cheap-looking cash register. Behind it stood the same older gentleman as before. He was perched on a tall stool and leaning back against the wall of the shop.

"Back so soon?" he asked as they entered. "I do hope the costume didn't disappoint."

"No, not at all," Charles said quickly. "I was really impressed, actually. It was hard to believe what I was seeing even after I put it on; Hollywood itself would not go wrong buying from you. I did have a few questions, though."

The older man nodded. "I am not surprised. I think every one of those few who have bought one have returned with questions. Or demanding a refund."

"I'll take a look around while you talk," Lia told Charles. He'd seen her eyes widen as they entered, but there was no way to prepare for the austere, low-budget look of the place. It was as if every bit of visual appeal had gone into the costumes leaving nothing for the store. He watched her for a moment; she was examining the boxes with far more care than he had. When he'd come in he had simply grabbed the first one that had looked vaguely interesting.

"So," he said, returning his attention to the shopkeeper once more, then hesitating. "So, I couldn't help but notice that my costume was a little more, shall we say, accurate than I had expected."

"Ah!" the man said, choking back a laugh. "You mean it has genitals. I have been repeatedly surprised at how surprised everyone is about it. They'd hardly be realistic otherwise. Not that it matters; the process I use to create them means that they'd inevitably be 'accurate' as you put it."

"Just how are they made? And don't you think there should be a warning or something? What if the first time someone tried the costume on was at a party?"

"Both the design and creation process are secret, I'm afraid; even the instructions are more revealing than I'd like. As for a warning, it simply didn't occur to me when I was setting up this shop."

"But surely you could add a warning now? What if a child bought one?"

The man smiled; "Would you have still bought one if I had warned you? And I don't sell them to children, not the least because they'll only work when used on adult bodies."

"No," Charles admitted, shaking his head, "Probably not."

"I have been working on something to help with the 'accuracy' now that I've realized it's an issue." He leaned forward, opening and rummaging through a drawer in the counter before lifting up a long, rectangular box. "I've made a device that will allow my customers to access the interface for the costume. Currently it's only useful for this particular issue, but I can release new features for it on the website my daughter made for my little business here."

Charles peered at the box. "What does it do?"

The shopkeeper lifted the top off the box, revealing a rod that looked like nothing so much as a single fat chopstick. "At the moment it will allow you to activate what I'm calling 'discretion mode'. It won't hide your genitals so much as prevent anyone from being aware of them. As an existing customer, I'm willing to sell you one of the early models for a reduced price as long as you agree to provide feedback about it. There are instructions inside the box."

"Sounds good," Charles said. He glanced towards Lia, but she was still poking through the boxes. As he turned back to the shopkeeper his eyes caught a poster he was pretty sure hadn't been there yesterday. It was interesting to note that the costume depicted was positioned in such a way that the picture was entirely G-rated. Clearly somebody was aware of the potential problem, even if it wasn't the shopkeeper.

"Good work, isn't it?" The shopkeeper said. "The camera man and the model are my grandsons; my eldest granddaughter was the one who both designed the poster and had it produced."

"It is," Charles said even if he wasn't sure he actually agreed. "I don't recognize what that's a costume of, though."

The shopkeeper looked at the poster. "Oh, that one. It was a special design, commissioned by someone or other."

"You do commissioned work?"

"It's all I did before I discovered how to cheaply reproduce my costumes. I still do sometimes, if the price is right. These days I typically reserve the right to reproduce the design and keep a few around. Not many, though, since they never sell as well as the main designs."

Charles looked back at the poster. The costume it showed looked loosely reptilian but was still walking on two legs. It had a rounded snout and a long, tapering tail, but also a couple of very prominent horns. "You know, I actually kind of like it. Could I get one?"

"Sure." He reached under the counter and pulled out a box nearly identical to the one his gryphon costume had come in.

Lia reappeared next to him, dropping a box of her own next to his. "I'll take this one," she said. Charles pulled out his Visa card and paid for their purchases.

"I hope you enjoy your purchases," the storekeeper told them as he handed Charles the receipt. "And be sure to get back to me about the device."

"Sure thing," Charles said, stuffing the receipt in his coat pocket as Lia picked up their boxes.

"What device?" Lia asked as they left.

"It seems we're not the first people to comment on the costume's unusual accuracy. He's created a device that's supposed to take care of the problem, though I'm not sure how it's supposed to work given that he said it wouldn't remove anything."

"Well, we'll just have to try it and see. It would be nice to be able to show off the costumes or at least wear them in public."

Charles nodded; he might live in a friendly neighbourhood, but he doubted they'd be keen on seeing an anatomically correct gryphon wandering around.

It did not take long to get home; the main reason he ever went to the mall was how close it was to home. Today the trip home was especially pleasant since Lia was accompanying him. Even the day itself seemed to approve; the sun was high and the skies clear and blue. They'd decided to return to his place. Not only was it closer to the mall, but he didn't have a roommate who'd could arrive home at any time during the day.

It was not long before they were both settled onto his sofa, Lia holding the box with the costume she'd purchased as he leaned against her, putting an arm around her shoulders. He watched as she opened the box.

She pulled the top of the box open, revealing a familiar looking note. It was the warning that the costume's wings would not grant flight. Below that was the instruction sheet. It looked identical to the one his own costume had come with, but she set it aside too quickly for him to be sure.

And then there was the rubbery black mass of material that was the costume itself. Crammed into the box the way it was there was no way for him to even guess what she had gotten. Even as she pulled the pieces out and laid them on the couch next to her it was unclear. It looked as though her costume had wings, but would've guessed that anyway given the notice.

"Well," she said. "It sure doesn't look much different from yours in this state."

"No argument there." He could see the flat, lifeless wings and a long, narrow strip that might be a tail, but without a body to give it shape the costume had nothing more than vague suggestions of shapes. "Going to give it a try?"

"Of course." She stood, pulling off her clothes as she did and tossing them to the side. As much as Charles enjoyed seeing her naked body, he found himself looking forward to seeing her in costume even more. Of course, she'd look just as naked then which only made it better.

She grabbed the legs from the couch and, balancing on one leg, started to pull them onto her other leg.

"It does tingle," she said, working her foot down the costume leg.

"You'll probably want to lie down, or at least sit." His apartment didn't have a lot of space to safely fall over in and certainly when he'd first put his own costume on he'd had trouble standing. Even using the arm of the couch and standing slowly after lying down he'd had trouble balancing.

She shrugged as her foot settled into the costume's paw. "I'll manage," She said as she put her foot back on the floor. The leg of her costume was like his own in some ways, such as being digitigrade and the same basic design, but it also had more human-like proportions and was attached to a leg that looked much more human-like.

As Lia started to lift her other foot she immediately started to tip over. One arm darted out, her hand taking a white-knuckled grip on an end-table. The lamp on the table wobbled worryingly for a few seconds, but Lia was able to remain upright.

"Then again, perhaps I should've sat down. Too late now." After taking a few moments to steady herself, she slipped the other leg into the costume and was soon afterwards balanced on her own two legs. Or at least, the legs of the costume which looked very much like a bipedal version of his own quadruped gryphon costume.

The tail of the costume hung down between her legs, now looking thick and full of life and motion. It swished gently as he looked at it. Following the curve of her tail upwards, he discovered that the groin of her costume was just as realistic as his own, though the fur texture of the costume was shockingly effective at concealing her vulva.

"Why do you get a costume that's all upright and bipedal?" he asked with a laugh.

She grinned. "Maybe because I actually read the label before buying it?" She took a few steps forward, her balance improving with each one. It didn't take long before she released her grip on the end-table.

"I know you said your costume felt realistic," she said, "but I would never have believed how true that is if I hadn't put this on. It feels like I've had a lower-body transplant." Her hands explored the transition between costume and human flesh. As long as she wasn't trying to take the legs off, he knew it would feel just like she'd become some kind of gryphon-satyr.

It took just a couple more unsteady steps before she was able to sit back down on the couch. Or fall on it, really; she landed with something of a thump. Not to mention a wince and yelp. Before Charles had a chance to speak she reached between her legs and pulled out her tail.

"Ow," she said. "That actually hurt. Actual pain from a costume tail." She held her tail for a moment before letting it drop to the couch.

"I know," Charles had nearly gotten his caught in a door the previous night and seeing Lia's reaction to sitting on hers made him ecstatic that he hadn't. "Going to try the rest on?"

"In a minute." She lifted one leg, wiggling the gryphon toes as she ran her hands along it, staring. "I have no idea how they work, but these costumes are just the most incredible things."

Charles leaned over, putting his arm over her shoulders again. "And they're even better when you've got the whole thing on."

Lia glanced to where the rest of the costume was still laying; "I can imagine." She picked up the torso, holding it with care and running her hand over the limp, lifeless material. Then, with a shrug, she leaned forward and slipped it over her head. It took a moment for her to settle it into place, but then her hands, now with claws, gripped the edge of the couch cushion.

His eyes followed her arms up; her torso was still basically human, albeit now covered with the costume's fur texture. The biggest difference where the large, feathered wings now pressed between her and the back of the couch. They ran the entire its entire width and even extended past the sides. And, like her tail, they moved in a natural way. When she shifted position one almost knocked him off of the couch entirely.

"Sorry!" Lia said, turning to hold him, her claws catching on his clothes. He tried to return the gesture, but find his arms hitting her wings as he tried to wrap them around her. After a moment he settled for wrapping them around her neck, but it didn't feel the same and not just because of the way he could feel the tops of her wings pressing against his arms.

"This is incredible," she said once they'd separated again. "I'm so glad you discovered that shop." Reaching behind her, she grabbed the head and yanked it on over her own.

He watched as she blinked, reaching up to feel her altered face and ran her hands over the beak they now found there. Considering how soft and pliant it had been before Charles could only imagine how surprised she was to find it had become rigid now.

She stood once more, taking a few steps back from the couch. Her movements were still unsure, but she looked much more steady now than when she'd first put the legs on. She slowly spun around in front of Charles. "How do I look?"

"Just like a gryphon on two legs." He told her. "Lucky you."

Although the material had been solid black before she'd put it on, he could see the costume had become more of a dark brown colour now and even featured a number of spots on her back and sides. Her wings were much lighter in colour, enough so that it was hard to imagine they'd been black just minutes earlier. It seemed the costume came alive in more ways than one when it was worn.

"I have got to see this for myself." She stumbled her way into the bathroom, her movements become more sure with every step.

Charles waited on the couch. He'd been interrupted before he could go take a look at himself in costume and still hadn't had a chance to give himself a look over. He'd have to make a point to do that himself later, though he might need to put a mirror at floor level to do it.

Being a quadruped, even on a part-time basis, had its drawbacks.

As he waited for Lia to return Charles remembered his own purchases; while he planned to leave the new costume for the moment, he definitely wanted to find out more about the device the storekeeper had sold him to help keep his costume's genitals from being an issue.

He picked up the box and opened it; the first thing inside was a slip of paper with instructions. He picked them up and skimmed through them. The device, it seemed, had very little functionality but was intended to be updated over the internet as new features were created. For the moment it appeared its only function was "discretion mode".

Lia returned just as he finished reading the instructions, her walk now almost a strut and her tail swishing easily behind her. She kept her eyes on him as she walked back to the couch and settled down next to him, this time careful to make sure she wasn't sitting on her tail.

"So, what is it?"

Charles took the device and held it up for inspection. "This is the device I was talking to the storekeeper about for dealing with how overly accurate the costumes are." He looked her over as he spoke; although the fur texture did a wonderful job of hiding her vulva, it wasn't good enough for going outside. Not to mention her breasts were still entirely visible and quite prominent.

They both turned their attention to the device. It looked like nothing so much as a rather complex TV remote, though the instructions said it had to be pressed against the costume rather than used remotely.

"Shall we give it a try?" Lia asked.

"Might as well; we do need to see if it works before using it for real. And I'm supposed to get back to the shopkeeper with feedback on it as well."

He pressed the end of the device against Lia's costumed body and pressed the button sequence the instructions listed for "discretion mode".

At first it seemed nothing happened. Certainly Lia didn't look any different; her breasts were just as visible and she hadn't sprouted clothing or anything. But as he continued looking at her he realized that, while they were still there, they seemed less and less exposed. It was like he'd seen in some cartoons; female characters had breast-shaped anatomy without actually having breasts. Clothing, he thought, might actually make them seem more exposed, as if acknowledging that there was something there.

"Well? Does it work?"

His eyes drifted downwards; again, there was no actual change, but his eyes just seemed unwilling to see anything improper. She could have been wearing a formal suit and not seemed any less exposed.

"It's disconcerting," he said. Even looking like a gryphon, staring at her was causing a distinct hardness to form between his legs. "I think it's some kind of mental effect; you don't look any different, but somehow still not indecent. I think you'll need to experience it to understand."

She raised an eyebrow as he struggled to describe the effect. "Strange," she said. "But you think it will do the job?"

He nodded. "Yes; I don't think someone just walking in now would even register that you're naked."

"Good, I don't think we'd have much luck trying to find clothing that fit. And now that that's done," she added, leaning forward, her breasts pushing against him, "what do you say we try it out more intimately?"

"Ah, well, but..." He stumbled over his words. They couldn't have sex! Not now at least; she wasn't, they weren't, well, something. He flailed about, struggling to find words.

"Well?" She asked, straightening back up. "You aren't normally at a loss for words." She stared at him as he continued to ramble pointlessly. "Wait, it's that device, isn't it?"

Yes! He'd forgotten about the device in the moment. He delayed in raising it to her once more only long enough to find the code to disable discretion mode once more. Suddenly, though she looked no different and was equally as attractive as before, he found himself desperately wanting to take up her offer. His pants drew tight at the thought, his shaft rock-hard within.

She leaned into him, her clawed hands pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. He could feel her run them down his chest, stopping as they reached his belt buckle.

"You want to put yours on?" She asked as she undid his pants.

He wrapped his arms around her neck again, his fingers burying themselves in what increasingly felt like real fur. "If only mine were more human-like. I feel so bestial in mine. Amazing, but more bestial than sexual. Like I should have a collar, not be making out with you."

A gleam appeared in her eye and she leaned back, reaching up to the neck of her costume. "Why don't you try this one on then?" She began pulling the costume's head off.

"Would that be safe? Would it work?"

She shrugged, dropping her costume's head on his lap. "Why not? There's nothing about it in the instructions and considering the prominent no flying warning I can't imagine they'd have skipped that one. Really, even in the worst case, I doubt it'll do anything more than not function." She paused to pull the torso of her costume off and it seemed to deflate as she pulled it away from her skin. "Why don't you try it on while I go get yours?"

Before he had a chance to reply she'd dropped the costume's legs in his lap and was off into his bedroom, no doubt to get his costume out from where they'd stashed it.

For a moment Charles simply held the costume, letting it hang from his hands to pile on his lap. He stared at it as he considered. Well, why not? Lia would certainly tease him mercilessly if he didn't at least try her suggestion.

He quickly stripped out of his clothes, tossing them aside not far from where Lia's clothes were. Shifting forward so he was sitting on the very edge of the couch's cushion, he took the legs of Lia's costume in his hands, staring at it for a moment longer. They hung so limply from his hands it was almost depressing.

Closing his eyes, he plunged his legs into the costume. Aside from a familiar tingling, he felt nothing, certainly nothing unpleasant. A few breaths later this hadn't changed. Despite that, there was a nagging feeling that something unexpected had changed if only he could place what it was.

He forced himself to open his eyes and look down. His costumed legs look pretty much the same as Lia's had. That said, they now seemed to be closer in colour to what he'd seen of his own costume then when Lia had been wearing them. His thoughts did not remain on this change for long, however, as looking down brought the explanation for the nagging feeling he'd had was now in evidence. Unlike his own costume, or indeed, his real body, the costume legs he wore now lacked any kind of sheath, or balls, or cock. The only thing between his legs was a discreet feminine slit.

He yanked the costume pants back down, breathing a sigh of relief as his own genitalia was revealed again. Assured now that the change was indeed temporary, he pulled the legs up once more. Still, before he put more of the costume on he reached down, running his fingers over the unfamiliar anatomy. A shiver ran through him as they brushed against what he belatedly realized was his new-found clitoris and he froze. If the sensations were this realistic, this strong now, what would it be like when he had the entire costume on?

Not waiting a moment longer, he grabbed the torso and pulled it on. The feeling of his wings coming to life sent a thrill through him and their weight was partially balanced by the unexpected weight of the breasts that formed on his chest. Despite holding and fondling breasts before, it had never occurred to him that they could carry so much weight. He cupped them with his hands, lifting them, feeling the fur covering them. Like every other part of his costume, the breasts felt entirely like they were a part of him.

Running a finger over one nipple made him gasp. The feeling wasn't as strong as when he'd brushed his clit, but it was still strong and sensual. Without thinking about it, he began to play with both nipples, his eyes drifting shut as he allowed himself to lose himself in the feelings. He barely felt his back arching or his wings pressing against the back of his couch. It was only the sound of the costume's head landing on the floor that brought him back to his senses.

Why was everything turning him on so much? He'd never harboured a desire to be a woman, but with the costume on it seemed so natural.

He pulled his hands away, reaching down to grab the head. He glanced over it, finding it looked much the same as the head for his own. Putting it on revealed that it felt much the same as well.

Now fully costumed, he stood and took a few steps, reaching out for the couch's back to steady himself on his now digitigrade legs. The weight of his wings was amazing, noticeable, but not hampering him at all or making it feel like he was about to fall over. He stretched them, feeling them brush against the furniture and hit the hard form of a lamp as it was knocked off a table. His ears twitched and he could feel them turn towards where the lamp hit the floor with a thud.

His tail swished gently, brushing against the backs of his legs as he continued moving about the room. As he moved he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a window; it was faint and translucent, but enough that he could see striking differences between how he and Lia looked in the costume. It was only differences in fur patterns and colours, but still more than he ever would have expected from a costume.

He turned and ran to the bathroom, his movements sure and steady now that he wasn't thinking about them. Looking in an actual mirror only made the differences more obvious. Although the costume turned both him and Lia into humanoid gryphons, he didn't look much like her otherwise. If anything, he looked more like what he'd seen of his own costume, only humanoid. And female. Once more he reached up to cup one breast, a finger tweaking his nipple. His other hand ran down his newly fuzzy torso and slipping between his legs to brush over his altered, feminine groin.

"Hey, Charles!" Lia's voice came in from the living room. "Come out and see this, it's incredible!"

He pulled his hands away once more and give his head a shake. What was getting into him? He just could not keep his hands off of himself. But at the same time, he hoped that Lia would be as turned on by everything as he was; he craved knowing how it would feel to have his costume's bestial cock inside of him.

His gaze lingered briefly on the mirror before he turned and returned to the living room once more.

The first thing Charles saw was Lia on her back, her wings spread over the floor of his living room. Although she was wearing his costume, he was surprised to see how different it looked on her. The costume had maintained the darker colours her more human-like costume had had. She was also looking rather more masculine and bestial than she had before. He could feel dampness start to form between his legs as his gaze settled on the plump sheath and balls nestled between her hind legs.

"Wow," she said as he came into the living room. "This really does feel different and not just between my legs. Walking on all fours makes me feel all unfettered. I looked in that mirror on your closest door; I don't look anything like you did in this costume. I wonder why?"

He shook his head as he walked over to her, taking care not to step over her wings, and sat cross-legged near her head, curling his tail around on his lap, shivering slightly as a tuft of fur on the end brushed against his vulva.

"I really have no idea." Looking at her, the last thing on his mind was finding an explanation for why she looked different. Just looking at her was turning him on, despite her current bestial appearance. Admittedly, it was Lia and looking at him always turned him on.

"I could get used to this," she said, turning her head to look up at him. "I feel so much more alive; I wish I could feel like this all the time. Not that I think my boss would go alone with it." She chuckled, her beak hanging slightly parted as though in a stiff-lipped smile. Her tail twitched, brushing against the floor.

"Really? Perhaps you should keep it. I found it an interesting experience, but I don't know that it's really one I'd want to have very often. I just felt limited by it; would you even be able to turn a doorknob right now?"

"Probably not," she admitted. "Still, there's something very visceral and primal about it."

"Understandable." Primal certain; it was hard to get more primal than not even being able to stand upright. Not that her experience with his costume was what was really on his mind. He could still feel the dampness between his legs. Indeed, it was growing as his gaze kept being drawn towards the plump sheath between her legs.

On impulse, he reached out and brushed his fingers against her sheath. He had, of course, touched it when he'd worn the costume himself, but it was an entirely different experience when the sheath was attached to someone else.

It was covered in a light fuzz of fur that was soft against his fingers, but the sheath itself was full with the feel of the shaft hidden within. Lia squirmed as he ran his fingers over her sheath and moments later the tip of her penis began to appear. At least the portion he could see was a vibrant purple colour.

"Got your interest, hmm?" Lia asked. "Don't stop! Just keep doing that." Hearing a strange sound he was surprised to realize that she was purring.

He continued stroking her sheath, watching her writhe under his attentions and admiring the length of the penis the costume had granted her as it made itself known.

Why was it holding so much interest for him? He was struggling not to lean over and run his tongue over it. The only cock he'd ever been interested in before had been his own, but now he couldn't stop himself from thinking about the one attached to his girlfriend, fantasizing about taking it into his mouth or even into his own altered sex.

He shook his head, trying to clear it so he could think straight, but found as he did that he was leaning over her oh-so-appealing cock. As it turned out, both the shaft and the sheath tasted, at least as far as he could tell, like actual flesh and fur.

Leaning further, he slipped his beak over the shaft, a shiver running through him as it filled his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, but found himself distracted by forcing himself to keep his mouth open. And quite to his surprise, he found himself feeling disappointed he couldn't focus on it. Every time she twitched he found himself pulling back for fear of catching her with his hard beak.

"Enjoying yourself?" Lia's words were breathy, interspaced with rapid breaths. "Perhaps something else? It may be part of the costume, but that penis is real enough to make your beak unnerving."

Charles raised his head, as much surprised by how heavily she was breathing as in response to her words. He hadn't spent that much time with her cock, had he? Either way, her suggestion sounded good even if her partially exposed cock was looking threateningly large.

He turned around, getting down on all fours and looking back over his shoulder. He arched his back downwards and raising his tail, exposing his sex to her scrutiny.

Lia rolled back onto her feet and gave herself a shake, her cock bobbing between her legs with the motion. She took a few steps towards him and he waved his tail in the air. He felt vulnerable and exposed, yet eager. The cock hanging between her legs was looking bigger every moment, even as it was partially blocked by her body. But he needed to feel it, to be filled by it.

Not that Lia provided him that relief yet. She stopped behind him, running her tongue over his vulva. A shiver ran through him and he moaned as he pressed himself backwards against her hard back, rubbing himself against it.

"Eager, aren't we?" Lia paused only long enough to speak before resuming her attentions. Her tongue pushed its way into him, spreading him open as it sampled what awaited her cock. Another moan escaped him and he realized he was pressing backwards again. This felt even better than when he'd used his finger. He couldn't even imagine what it would feel like when she finally mounted him.

"Take me," he said, though he found he was having difficulty speaking with any volume as he forced the words out between breaths. "Mount me," he tried again.

Her tongue vanished and he sighed, his body losing tension he hadn't even noticed it develop. A feeling of emptiness overcame him, but it didn't last long as a sudden weight landed on his back. The fur of Lia's chest brushed against the fur of his back as she settled between his wings. Her clawed forelegs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him back.

Her cock brushed against him as she thrust into him. It ran across the inside of his thigh, leaving a trail of precum along his fur. Again and again she thrust, missing with every try. Either her cock brushed against him, leaving trails of precum, or it jabbed into him, showing itself to be very hard indeed.

"This," she said into his ear, "is harder than I expected." Her voice was soft and her hips didn't even slow down as she spoke.

He lowered his head, looking at where her shaft continually jabbed towards him, continuously missing. It wasn't that hard to get it in, was it?

Then she found her mark and her oh-so-hard shaft rammed into him. His head snapped up and he gasped as his sex was spread wide, filled with something far larger than either the tongue or finger he'd known before.

She drew back, his body trembling as her shaft pulled at him with the motion. She didn't stop until the very tip remained inside of him. Then she thrust again, harder and deeper than before. He found himself pressing back against her, eager to be filled even more; no matter how much she filled him he could not imagine it being enough.

Again and again she pulled back and thrust into him again, the motions unrestrained and primal. He barely even noticed that she seemed to have gotten lost in the act, panting and moaning with every thrust himself. Even as he felt a vaguely familiar bulge forming he continued pressing back against her. Her thrusts slowed, not for lack of effort, but as her growing knot became harder to get in or out of him. With each thrust it stuck in him longer, was harder to pull out.

His beak hung open, his breath in ragged pants and his heart pounded in his chest. Every time that knot slipped in or out of him he gasped at the thrill it sent through him.

Then, seemingly, it had had enough. She was no longer able to pull back and he felt his entire body rocking with her thrusts. What thrusting she still managed was almost painfully short, but far more rapid as though trying to make up for it.

Despite this, every time she thrust forward he was still pushing back against her, feeling her heavy balls brushing against his thighs and her thighs rubbing against his own.

Then her forelegs jerked him backwards as her hips slammed forward, somehow managing to force her shaft even deeper into him. He could feel her fuzzy sheath brush against his vulva and her shaft throbbing inside of him, no doubt filling him with her seed.

Even as he pressed back against her the small part of his mind not occupied with the way her shaft was filling him was surprised at just how satisfying it was to feel her filling him.

She remained on top of him, her furry chest resting on his back and her cock inside of him, still tied to him and throbbing.

The sexual high slowly faded, but his mind remained filled with a sense of satisfaction. With the fading high he was becoming more aware of Lia's weight on his back and the trails of moisture running down his thigh from where her cock was lodged inside of him.

"Well," she said after a few moments. "Is it always like this? Having a cock, I mean."

He shook his head and looked towards her. "No more than my experience is normal for you, I suspect."

"Do you think the costumes are responsible?"

He nodded. "Probably." He shifted to free one arm and reached back to run his fingers over where their bodies were joined. He brought it forward again and looked at it as he rubbed their mixed sexual fluids between his fingers.

"Certainly they seem to go beyond merely being realistic. I have no idea where your cock actually is; I certainly don't have a vagina, despite being able to feel the cock you also don't have inside of it."

He could feel her shift on his back as she nodded. "You think we should go get some answers from that shopkeeper?" Her hips tugged backwards, but her knot was swollen and firmly lodged inside of him.

"I don't think we're doing much for a bit yet," he said. "But afterwards..." As much as answers sounded good, however, there was something else that called to him even more. "But perhaps we should experiment some more first, just to be sure it wasn't a fluke. And maybe we should recruit a friend, get a second opinion."

"Yes," Lia said, "I think we should get a second opinion first."

Charles barely noticed. He was already trying to think who among their friends would be the best choice to introduce to the wonder of the costumes.