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Leaving the stunned Clara in the living area of the hotel room, I made a bee-line for the bathroom. I quickly removed the suit and silicone member to inspect the metaphorical damage. The suit overall had a bit of a funk to it, but a decent spray of fabric cleaner saw to that. As for the groin area, I gave it a little wash and attacked it with the hair dryer on a low heat. When I'd gotten most of the water out, I laid it down next to the murrsuits to dry out under the heat lamp.

"Oh... Oh Shit!" Clara's voice sounded distressed, so I dashed into the livingroom, grabbing a towel to hide my indecency. She was leaning over the couch, her hands resting on the back as she tried to keep herself steady. "Shit shit shit..."

"Clara, you okay?" I asked, having tied the towel around my waist, my hands were free to rest upon her shoulders. She half shrugged them off, so I walked around the couch to face her. "Clara, what-"

"John." She sighed. "He gets in at four." I could see now her phone resting on the couch cushion with a text from her husband. "Over. He... Shit."

I realised her problem. His promise to fuck her stupid along with some of his friends. Her fantasy - and Désirée's as well - right at her fingertips, but for John. I had no problem with the guy. In fact, short of Clara herself, he was one of my closest friends. I was torn. I knew what she wanted, but I had no idea of how to make it happen, or at least find safe ground. "Clara," We could sort it out if we thought hard enough, but right now she needed a distraction. "Clara, help me shift Dizzy into the bathroom."

That helped snap Clara out of her stupor long enough to calm her down a bit. Without another word between us we grabbed a leg each and hefted the semi-deflated, slime-filled bear down the short hallway. Once in the small shower stall, I opened the chest and tipped the gloop out, stepping back to let it drain as Clara deposited herself on the closed lid of the toilet.

"Okay." I sighed, cracking my knuckles. "What's going on?" Neither she nor Over expressly told me their plan, and I wanted to see if she'd let me in on it given how pally Désirée had been with Over lately.

Clara seemed to have a small internal battle, but honesty apparently won out. I wondered briefly if it was her or Désirée fighting against that. "Over. He said he was going to give Désirée a night to remember, along with his mates."

"And John's coming this afternoon." She nodded. "I see the problem."

"Arg!" She threw her hands up in anger. "I mean, if he was... okay... with all this. If he, y'know... 'Got It', that'd be fine. But..." She stood, placing both hands on the bathroom sink to look in the mirror, before scowling at herself and sitting back down, head in hands.

"Well," I sighed, kneeling in front of her, placing one hand on her knee "I guess you've got two choices. Three if you're insane." She glanced through her fingers at me, eyebrow raised. I cleared my throat. "First, you could pass on Over. Leave it to another time. I'm sure he'd understand." She grumbled incoherently at that, so I moved on. "Alternately, I could distract him so you can have your fun. But you'll owe me. Big time. I'd be giving up my Saturday night at the con."

She rolled her eyes, distraughtly dragging fingers down her face as she ground "And option three?"

"You tell John exactly what you want, and hope it's negotiable." I said plainly. It wasn't really an option. John was a bit traditional in his views on matrimony, specifically the monogamous part. They had been a little more open when dating, but he had made his position very clear before marriage.

"Let's go back to two..." Clara moaned, head back in hands. With Inflatable Dizzy now mostly empty, I took the shower head off it's holder and turned the tap on. Might as well get this done while we brainstorm. "The Distraction. How exactly?"

"Well," I gave the interior of the suit a good once over with the shower head before continuing, giving me a bit more time to come up with something "What if I take John around to some of the games rooms. Might be able to convince him to join the Starcraft tourney at eight."

"Yeah, no." Clara grumbled, sighing. "He said he can't wait to see me, so I doubt he'd leave me for a tourney." Starcraft was John's way of unwinding, and he was damn good. "Besides, when I convinced him to come, I promised him he'd get to go to a club. With Désirée."

The seed of a scheme began to stir within my mind. "So he's met Désirée?"

"Only once. I showed him the suit and he asked to see it on. So I had to explain it to him." She sighed again, rubbing her temples.

"And?" She looked at me with a 'And what?' sort of look. "How'd it go?"

"Désirée's not interested, if that's what you're asking."

I blinked in surprise "Not exactly what I was after, but that helps." I turned the costume inside out and hung it from a soap dish mounted on the wall. Then I began hosing it down, getting the last little bits of goop and grime out was easier now it was inside out and I wish I'd thought of it sooner. "What I was wondering is what he thought of her. Did he notice the different personality, that sort of thing."

"Yeah, he noticed. She was standoffish at first, but I convinced her to play nice." She huffed, defeated. "Dammit."

"Hey you," I chided Clara, pointing an accusatory finger "Don't count those chickens before they hatch."

"What's with Farmer Des? First Milk, now Eggs?" She joked. I couldn't help but chuckle at that, she had me there.

"All I mean is we can work with this." I thought hard about it as I worked, the softened pitter patter of the shower spraying against soft vinyl drowning out the silence between us. And then everything seemed to slot into place. I shut off the shower. "Okay, I got it. I think. But we are gonna owe folks BIG for this."

"How big?" Clara squeaked before clearing her throat.

"Well..." I go back to crouching in front of her except now with a hand on each knee. "Assuming she agrees to it," I mentally crossed every finger and toe I had on that one "Shaede is gonna lose her Saturday night as well. At least until... When does John usually hit the sack?"

Clara's eyes bulged "Miiidniiight... wwwwhyyyy...?"

"Timeline." I say, knowing the best way to answer her was to just go over it from the beginning. "John gets in at four right? Here or Airport at four?" Clara pointed to the ground. "Here. So he gets here just as the Fursuit Parade is ending, Right? Right. So, he gets here, gets to see Désirée in suit, but we make sure he understands it's a faux pas talk in suit in public. You gotta have a handler, or pen and paper or whatnot. So from the con back to the room, it's Désirée's quiet time. Elevator at the earliest. We good?"

Clara looked at me sideways, still trying to see where I'm going with it. "Yeah, got it so far..."

"Good! So, we come up here, get changed and head out for dinner with John. While out, Shaede gets in the fursuit and replaces it in your room with the murrsuit. Then-"

"Wait, what?" Clara interrupts. "Why Shaede?"

"I trust her, you trust her, and she's about your height."The two women did share a similar height, but there were plenty of other things that twere vastly different between them.

"But-"

"Just hear me out first. Then questions." Clara nodded hesitantly. "Right, so Shaede's now in Désirée and hiding out in the Headless Lounge outside the Omega room. We come back from dinner, you get into Murrsuit Désirée and we get out of the room as quick as possible so John can't play 'spot the difference'. We got a bit of time this morning, so we can head out and get two copies of the same outfit, one to fit each of you. It'll be so dark in the club John hopefully won't notice Shaede's... Uh..."

Clara glared daggers at me. "So, Um..." I stammered, attempting to bypass that reference to the size difference between the two women. Clara wasn't what you'd call fat, but she was certainly bigger than Shaede. "I make an excuse for Désirée to go to the headless lounge, and I entertain John while Désirée and Shaede switch places. Shaede doesn't need to speak, so John can chat and she can just nod away. After his trip he'll probably up for a few drinks - that'll help get him fuzzy - and we drag him back to the room for bed."

"Meanwhile Désirée escapes to Over's room for a few hours..." Clara had connected the dots and was beginning to think critically about it. "What if he notices?"

"That it's not Désirée- You- either of you?" It was hard dealing with multiple personalities. "Well, could go a few ways. Could blame it on the drink, message Désirée to get out pronto and keep him from taking Shaede's head off until you two can swap back." I took a deep breath thinking "Could have her run off faking being heavily insulted and give Désirée the heads up to return really pissed off after an hour or so."

I tried thinking of other possibilities but just Clara nodded. "Okay." She said after some thought.

"Okay?" I repeated, unsure if it was the start of a longer piece of criticism or something else.

"Okay. It's got so many ways it could go wrong, but... Okay." She nodded, a hint of relief in her eyes. But I could tell she wasn't convinced. Or maybe it was because the notion of her cheating on John hadn't been at this much risk before. She ran a hand through her hair, sighing heavily. "I... I can't believe I'm doing this." We had just figured out a way to completely cuck her husband - my friend - right under his nose, so I understood her inner conflict. We stayed there, silent for several minutes as the weight of that settled in. I eventually opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it. "Don't. Please."

I nodded in understanding before groaning as I stood. "C'mon." I sighed, waving her towards the door. "Breakfast is only open for another half hour, and I need bacon."

A resigned chuckle warbled from between Clara's hands as she too pulled herself upright. "Yeah. Breakfast sounds good."

We both dressed and made it down to breakfast with enough time to load up a plate each of all the hot foods, and a bowl each of yoghurt and syrupy fruit. Clara gave me a mildly disgusted look as I slathered my bacon, pancakes, hash browns and pretty much everything on my plate in maple syrup. In response I gleefully took huge bites and moaned my content across the table. It got a few smiles from her - which was the goal - and by the end of breakfast she was back to being a bit more chipper.

After we had finished and made our way back to the room, we got ready for the day ahead. Today was the Fursuit Parade, which started at 2 and went around the whole complex before ending at the stage in the main area. There were several categories from scariest, fluffiest, most creative, and the Buster award; the latter being a reference to Buster Keaton and his commitment to 'the bit', essentially meaning a suiter who always stays in character and acts accordingly.

We'd need to be back at our rooms by 1 to get ready and head on down to the starting area just before 2 for a quick rundown by the organisers. But before then we had a club outfit to acquire. Shaede joined us at a local shop she suggested. It didn't take long for the two to find something scandalously hot that would certainly cause John no amount of discomfort; having his wife - of sorts - on display for the entire club. Clara left smiling, while Shaede left with several new sets of clubbing gear.

Clara, Shaede and I then split up as they were interested in a Feminism & Fur talk, while I wanted to hit up Fursuit Workshop 101 with Overwulf.

"A Switcheroo?" Over growled, unconvinced.

"That's the hope." I sighed as we waited for the workshop to begin.

"She even said he'd be back tonight didn't she."

I thought hard. "May have been mentioned. She's okay with it, Shaede's okay with it, I'm borderline okay..."

Over took a deep breath and shook his head. "I mean, I'm all for having fun as long as nobody gets hurt. And after Cla- 'Désirée' convinced us, that was okay. But this..." He took another deep breath. "I mean this is cutting it pretty close."

"Not trying to push you into something, I promise." I said, patting him on the back. "If you're not comfortable with it, just say so."

"Well I'm not."

"Then tell her you won't."

Over turned to me, pushing my hand away from his back. I sat upright and tried to be a little more formal. "I said I wasn't comfortable. But I haven't made up my mind yet. Need to talk to Shaede about it." The workshop instructor walked in and set his satchel sown on the table at the front of the room. "We'll talk about this later."

The workshop was informative, though I noticed Overwulf was only half paying attention throughout. I blamed myself for that one, though I told myself he'd have wanted to know as soon as possible to think as long as possible. He seemed that sort of person.

At the end of the almost two hour slot it was time to head back to our rooms to get ready for the Fursuit Parade. Clara and Shaede met up with us outside the workshop, their talk having finished slightly earlier. We said a brief 'Hi' before Over and Shaede left for their room, Clara deciding she needed a quick bite to eat before getting ready.

We sat and ate our extortionately priced toasted ham and cheese sandwiches in silence, neither of us wanting to talk about what we knew we'd have to eventually. Being in public certainly didn't help, which is probably why the first Clara spoke of it was in the otherwise empty elevator on the way back to our room.

"Shaede's not just okay with the plan." I looked at Clara, who seemed a little paler than usual. "She seems keen. Eager... even."

That was not what I was expecting. "Eager?" I looked from Clara to the now opening doors. "Eager?" We took a few steps towards our door before I unlocked it, pushing it open for Clara to go inside. "What do you mean 'Eager'?"

Clara stopped at the kitchenette and poured herself a drink, gulping it down as she thought. "She asked if he'd ever had sex with a fursuit before. When I said 'no', she got excited."

I considered Shade's thought process and realised something I hadn't before. "Désirée and John. They never... y'know..."

"No." Clara gulped more water down, clearly having come to the same conclusion I had. There was a distinct possibility Shade was going to take John's 'fursuit virginity'.

"How do you... y'know... feel, about that?" I asked, trying to be as careful as possible.

"I..." She refilled her glass but didn't drink from it, just swilled the water around it for a few moments, thinking. "I dunno." I made motion to come closer offering a hug but she took a step back, so I stopped. "I mean, it was Désirée's decision to sleep with Over, and it was my decision to sleep with Dizzy afterwards. Things John wasn't directly involved in. But this..." She took a big swig of water.

"It's not trivial, I grant you. But he's a consenting adult. He-"

"Is he though?" She placed the glass down on the stone countertop a little too forcefully for my liking. "I mean, this is fraudulently obtained sex. He'd have no idea it'd be Shaede. Is... Is it rape?" That word hung in the air, my silence only seeming to affirm her thoughts. But that word also helped force my brain to work overtime and come up with the basics of a plan.

My mind clicked into place. It was a stretch - I'm not sure I'd even accept it myself - but it was my best shot at giving Désirée her night of nights. "It wouldn't be Shaede." Clara looked at me puzzled, and a little frustrated, she was not in the mood for word games and half truths, but I persisted. "Look, when you put the suit on ten minutes from now, is it Clara or Désirée I'll be talking to? When you go watch a modern Bond film, are you unable to watch it because Daniel Craig's up there instead of Connery?"

"Really?" Clara looked at me unimpressed.

"Be it Shaede or Clara inside that suit, it's still Désirée on the outside. And if John brings it up that Désirée is different somehow, all Shaede has to do is say she's not Clara." I knew it was a technicality but it was all I could really think of.

Clara sighed. As her face contorted - almost snarling - I knew Désirée was about to make her stance known. "Don't tell her, TELL her!"

It took a moment for the words to sink in, but Désirée was right. Des couldn't convince her. But I knew who could. "Dammit." I motioned for her to stay there as I stormed into the bathroom, kicking off my shoes before sliding on the detailed Dizzy suit. The need to talk to Clara drove me to don the second skin far faster than I'd ever done so before. In almost a minute I'd slammed down the head and pulled up the paws. It wasn't on securely, and was probably a little crooked, but it didn't matter in the dim light of the room.

Barely a minute after dropping out of sight I stormed back into the kitchenette and grabbed Clara by the shoulders. She tried to resist but I held her there, growling "You are gorgeously curvy to the point of being voluptuous. Shade is not. She's athletic and muscular and despite being the same height as you, she is NOT the same size. She's also shaved."

Clara seeing Dizzy pop out had the hint of a smile crack across her lips. But as I spoke, her smile faded a little, her expression turning to that of almost morose understanding as she slumped a little in my arms. "I... see..."

"But all three of you are amazing fucks!" The words were out before I could stop them. Clara had a momentary shocked look to her face. "Désirée is insatiable and knows exactly what she wants and won't stop until she gets it. Shade is commanding and slick and just oozes sex." I slid my hands under Clara's arms and lifted her face to muzzle height, growling soft and low "But you are a goddess in comparison to her." My arms angled in such a way that she slid out of my hands and into my embrace without touching the floor. I altered position a little to make sure she was properly supported as I held her to my chest tightly. "She's fun, but when it comes down to it, it's you I want to fuck long into the night."

"Dizzy..." Clara moaned into my neck. I could tell at that moment I had her won over.

"All either Désirée has to do is say she's not you." I whisper, holding her tightly "After all, she's not. If John goes ahead with it, that's on him. Especially if he ignores the blatant differences." I felt Clara nod against my shoulder, but it was weak. "And Des will be there to chaperone the whole thing; make sure John isn't forced into anything he doesn't want. That way," I angled the head slightly so the teeth grazed past Clara's ear "a whole bunch of hungry furs can cum buckets inside Désirée." Clara squirmed, my hand sliding across her arse to slip two fingers between her thighs and rub against her still covered but very sensitive pussy lips.

"Dizzy..."

"And then..." I growled, rubbing my fingers back and forth "I'm gonna use their cum as lube and introduce you to the 'new me'." I pushed her down a little and into my now sizeable hardon. Her nods were more noticeable that time. Breathing heavily against her neck I slowly let her down to the ground. "We got twenty minutes before we have to go, my sexy little goddess." I growled before leaving the kitchenette for my own room to finish getting ready. Upon closing the door I cursed myself. Was I really going through with this? It was one thing before with John not being here, but this...

I tried to put it out of my mind and got out of the suit. I changed my clothes out for a pair of thermal shirts and pants, to wick away the sweat and keep me cool in the suit. Then suiting back up I paid more attention to the various buttons and zippers throughout, going step-by step to don it properly. By the time I had it all ready there was a knock at my door. "Come in."

I was slammed to the bed by a pouncing Désirée. "You fucking genius!" She purred, rubbing my chest as she straddled my hips, grinding herself onto my still somewhat solid erection. "I'll owe you big, eh?"

I growled, grabbing her by the wrists. "Both of you will." I placed her wrists at her sides and roughly pulled down, holding her against my hardening member.

"Fuck, Dizzy..."

"And Des. But for now," I slapped her arse hard, had she not had two layers of fur between my palm and her cheek, I may have left a bruise "We have a walk to get to." She ground against me one last time before sliding off. "Good girl." I said mockingly before shifting off the bed as well. Double checking my room key was firmly attached to my wrist under the suit on one side and my bank card on the other, I led Désirée out of the room and towards the staging area. She had hands on me for a reasonable amount of time before we got there, barely able to keep her mind out of the gutter.

The organisers gave a quick talk about walk etiquette. We could pose for photos alone while walking, but were discouraged from having others join in for selfies and the like. The handlers walking along with the group were asked to reiterate this to the crowd during the walk - for their friends as well as others in line if need be - and say that after the awards, you'd be able to approach suitors and ask for more interesting photos then.

The general path was laid out with the help of landmarks rather than a map. We'd leave the staging area and walk around the east side of the con space before going through to the plaza outside. From there it was over to the kids playground at one end of the plaza before making our way over to the front entrance. Then through there down the west side of the main area towards the stage. If we felt up to it we could walk across the stage, pull some poses and head off the other side to wait for the prizes.

With a few final notices about staying hydrated and making sure our numbers were visible, event staff began wandering around with sheets of paper covered in numbers. As they went around they would record who got what number and offer to stick the A6-sized number to the back or shoulders of peoples suits. I managed to get number 68, while - of course - Désirée got 69. Several furs around us had a good laugh at that, and she was all too happy to play into it, going so far as to give a particularly handsy lion a decent grope.

Once the majority of us were numbered, the doors opened and we marched out into the public eye. The first small hallway was lined mainly with cameras and press, who would use a lot of the following footage in the 'lighter side' of the News later this evening. Nothing quite like 'Look at these freaks' to boost ratings, though admittedly they'd been getting less accusatory over the years, and a little more accepting; citing the charity events and such along with the footage of hundreds of people in animal costumes. It was a step in the right direction. A small step, but a step nonetheless.

It was busy before, and I knew there were hundreds - bordering on a thousand - who attended over the course of Friday, but today they were all crammed into the event space. Lining the wall was a row of chairs meant for people to sit on. Instead there were folks standing on the chairs to see over those standing in front of the chairs, with even more kneeling or sitting at those peoples feet. The vast majority had fake ears and tails, while many others were in an assortment of pokemon or animal onesies.

Once we had gotten past the main area and into the plaza, I finally realised the sheer amount of people attending this year; or at very least, the number of folks interested in seeing us all walk past. The plaza was full. Practically standing room only with a path around the outside cleared for us in suit to walk through. Those ahead of me were breaking rank and running to people on the sidelines for high fives or quick hugs. Désirée grabbed my arm, not having had to deal with quite this many people before. I pat her hand in comfort, leaning down to shout near her ear in the hopes of getting heard over the din. "It's okay. Give 'em a wave!"

She heeded my words and gave the crowd a wave. Immediately a dozen people waved back, and her hand left my arm. She bounced a little, overjoyed at the positive attention. Letting go of my arm, Désirée pulled a few poses for the crowd, following some of the other furs lead by running over to little kids to high five them, or blowing kisses to some of the guys. It took a few minutes for us to make our way around the whole plaza, but in that time Désirée really opened up.

Then I saw John. He was waiting next to the entrance, luggage at his feet and phone up recording. When Désirée came back my way I pulled her in close and all but shouted in her ear. "John's here, give him a hug!" And pointed towards the man. I heard her huff, but knew things would go a bit better tonight if she didn't act so cold to him now. She turned to see him, then bounded over before practically launching herself at him.

I knew her well enough by now to know she was messing with him, trying to make him fall or whatever, but he managed to keep his footing to hug her back; he didn't even drop his phone. After a brief moment of other guys in the line asking her to hug them - much to John's contemptuous glaring - we entered the con space again and made our way down to the stage. Désirée ruffled the hair of a few kids on the way down all the while knocking their fathers flat with her seductively swaying hips.

Eventually we got to the stage, and Désirée absolutely owned her few seconds upon it; seductively walking from one side to the other, while occasionally 'Rawr'-ing for the crowd. She certainly had her fans, more than I honestly expected though it felt good knowing my work on the suit was appreciated, even if the wearer was going over the top with suggestive motions.

I seemed to get a few cheers from the crowd as well when I stepped up, which gave my ego the fuel it needed to puff my chest out and give a proper roar center stage. The jaw opened wide as I hunched over, and I quite happily destroyed my vocal chords in the process. It probably looked a bit silly and nowhere near as intimidating as I was aiming for, but it was fun. "Showoff!" Désirée chuckled, punching me in the shoulder.

A minute or two later Overwulf walked across, his suit strobing away as he strode towards center stage. Once there he pulled a few Michael Jackson-esque dance moves that made the suit flicker and burst with colour before moonwalking off the other side. As he came down the steps I slapped him on the back. Over slapped me back in response. Désirée tugged on my arm, pointing towards the stage.

Shaede stepped out into the lights to a cacophony of whistles and hollers. She put the displacer beasts strut to shame, her skin-tight latex catsuit and harnessed muzzle gave off distinct BDSM vibes, which drove the crowd wild. Every step of her digitigrade legs perfectly timed to give her arse a bit of a wiggle, and breasts a subtle jiggle. She didn't even stop center stage, just walked the edge from one side to the other. But before stepping down she turned her head around and shook her tail seductively.

She leapt off the bottom step into Over's arms, who deposited her gently between Désirée and myself. Shaede groped the front of both of our suits before leaning in to Désirée. "You. Owe. Me." It took a minute for the furry femme to absorb the statement, but once she did she wrapped the dragoness up in a tight embrace, mumbling her thanks over and over. I breathed a sigh of relief, at least Shaede was on board with the plan. Over placed a paw on my shoulder, squeezing a little to show me he had come to the same decision. A whole lot of weight was lifted from me.

The four of us enjoyed the awards from the sidelines. Fluffiest award went to a black & white Kemono-style fursuit, well deserved from what I could tell as they came over to accept it. Scariest went to a rather well executed dragon, where the head was a long puppet type construction operated with one hand in a similar way to Big Bird. The 'North, South, Further West' award - the name of which took me a moment to decipher - went amusingly to Shaede. Of course she absolutely milked it going back onstage to receive the award.

Most Creative ended up being a tiger who had crocheted their entire suit. Désirée and I agreed it was well deserved. The Buster award went to a mouse fursuiter that I had occasionally seen around with a massive foam block of cheese. Every time a feline suiter - and even those out of suit having cat ears and tails - came up to them they would squeak loudly and bolt for the nearest canine or dive under a table. While they were receiving their award the Crocheted Tiger waved from the back of stage and the mouse appropriately freaked, ran around a bit before hiding behind Shaede. Over was in stitches.

They then had a 'Best of' segment, where they read out in order the Audience Choice for; Canine, Feline, Scaley, Avian, Mythologic and Exotic. We applauded Over as he was brought back onstage for the Canine award, the showy bugger moonwalking to the presenter before taking his place next to Shaede and the mouse. Best feline was someone in a similar style suit to Shaede only more plain, while the Scaley award went to Firemane and his amazingly sequined suit. The Avian award went to an incredibly detailed Peregrine Falcon costume. I had seen the suit up close in the staging area, having admired their silk and resin feather construction.

When they called out for Stonehoof The Destroyer, I had to double check the category. An absolute unit of a Minotaur fursuit stomped past me towards the stage. I was borderline tall at a bit over six foot. With the added height from Dizzy I was at least six and a half. Stonehoof towered above me, easily passing seven foot, maybe even close to eight. Leaping up several steps I noticed part of that height was taken up by some impressive digitigrade legs. They were so long they'd have to be mechanical, but so sturdy to hold his frame that they must be a burden to walk with; the hooves easily as big as my head. It's when he flexed onstage I noticed that the muscular padding visible through the very short brown and grey fur of his suit wasn't padding. Stonehoof was buff as fuck.

It took a moment for me to notice Désirée had grabbed my arm and was pulling it. What I didn't realise was Désirée had been called up as the Audience choice for Exotics. She seemed nervous going up onstage, but I gestured for her to just go and soak up the glory. As she got the array of catcalls and cheers on the way to the presenter, my heart beamed with pride knowing that while she was the suiter, I was partly responsible for that award for having made the thing in the first place. Désirée held the award up triumphantly before trotting over to Shaede and Over, bouncing all the way. It was then I caught a glimpse of John who had almost made his way to where we were standing, and waved him over. I gave the okay to security and patted him on the back.

"What did she win?" I almost shouted back an answer but remembered the rules I'd laid out to Clara. I pulled the con guide out of his hand and flipped pages to the awards, then jabbed at the 'Best Exotic / Mythologic Fursuit.' entry with a claw before slapping him on the back again. "That's great!" He said, a little confused but smiling. "Sorry I'm so late, it's been a rough week." I gave him a nod and thumbs up. "So what's after this?" I held the fingers of my right hand together and brought them to my muzzle, like I was trying to eat a naked sock puppet. "Dinner?" I nodded. "Des, just talk dude."

I gave him a glare beneath the fursuit head, then flipped to one of the back pages of the pamphlet. At the bottom was a list of 'manners' for being around fursuiters. The first was explaining how many suitors have a restricted field of vision, so to make sure they can see you before approaching; waving and waiting for them to wave back being a good method. The second requested non-suiters not touch a suit without permission, especially if they had just eaten or handled something sticky and hadn't washed their hands.

John looked at me, not understanding. But I tapped at the third entry, which he read aloud. "Three. It is commonplace for Fursuiters to not speak while in suit, or remove their heads in public. They consider this 'breaking the illusion', so please be courteous, patient and understanding when conversing with a fursuiter. Sign language is often used and a list of common words and phrases can be found on the next page..." He flipped the page and saw the sign language for things such as food - which I'd just used - as well as toilet, water and 'headless lounge'. "Ah. Right."

I elbowed him, pointing at the stage. The applause had died down and the furs onstage were slowly making their way off. Shaede, Over and Désirée were headed our way, the dragoness coming to the edge of the stage and signalling for me to come to her. Obediently I walked over and wrapped an arm around her mechanically enhanced legs, gently lowering her from the stage to the ground. She walked over to John and turned to Désirée. The displacer beast nodded and she gave John a gentle hug, before signing 'talk later' to the dragoness. Shaede then turned, beckoning Overwulf to her. As he passed by John, he shook the man's hand and gave him a thumbs up.

Désirée and John shared a short embrace before I waved them over to one of the quieter hallways. I pointed in the direction of the hotel, pretended to take off my head, made a circle with my finger indicating all three of us then the food sign. Désirée nodded, turning to John for an answer. "Actually," he cleared his throat "I was hoping to have dinner just with you." Désirée pointed to her heart, then pointed down her muzzle "Fine, with Clara." I spotted Désirée's hand ball into a fist behind her back before unclenching, no doubt in an attempt to de-stress from his clarification.

Hoping to defuse the situation I gave a thumbs up, following it by pointing to the other two before making a food sign. Then I tapped my chest and gave the 'drink' and 'headless lounge' signs. I gave Désirée a tight hug and said just loud enough for her to hear "You can do this." She growled in response, before letting go and leading John towards the hotel.

John was a mostly decent guy, but Clara had had her difficulties. It wasn't as though he thought she was lying about the other aspects, but he assumed they were more like moods than other personalities entirely. To some of Clara's aspects, that was beyond infuriating. And so for Désirée, having to placate John on their walk back to the hotel when she knows he's not talking to 'Désirée' but to 'Clara' was borderline insufferable. I watched them leave, giving one final wave to Désirée as she's dragged through the doors by John.

Sighing, I made my way over to the headless lounge. This one was a bit bigger than the one near the Omega Room and the club, mainly due to there being dozens - if not hundreds - of fursuits wandering through the convention during the day. I expected it to be quite busy after the walk, but wandering in I found only a few pockets of people. There were some very cartoony-looking suits with heads in various states of attachment preparing to go back out onto the floor and zipping each other up. A dragon attempting to repair their wing with some duct tape, and another bear laying down on the ground occasionally sipping from a straw shoved in a water bottle.

Then I spied two familiar faces across the room. "Jack! Arthur!" I waved, the two somewhat puzzled until I removed the head. A flash of recognition washed over them upon seeing my sweaty - but human - face. "How'd the walk go?"

"Not too bad." Jack chirped, giving me a tight hug. "But some kid tried running off with Arthur's tail."

I looked to Arthur in surprise. "Little bugger was quick." He picked his tail up, showing the torn fabric along the base. "When I was kneeling down someone walked behind me and I stood up not knowing they were standing on the tail. Cheeky fuck didn't waste a second." He chuckled but I could tell there was a hint of anger and sadness at the destruction of his suit.

"Well," I said, unclipping my gloves and setting them down beside Dizzy's head. "Let's fix that up." I sidestepped the near-comatose bear - "You right?" He nodded, eyes still closed - and made my way to the repair station. I retrieved a spool of chestnut coloured thread and a needle and made my way back.

"You don't have to. Really." Arthur said.

"Oh, shut up and show me your arse." I teased, taking a seat near the headless - and tailless - fox. Arthur gave an eyebrow waggle then did as he was told, handing me the tail. The tear was pretty brutal, and after a bit of inspection I realised I couldn't fix it here, unless Arthur was willing to strip off while I did. But seeing through the hole, I could tell the man underneath was clad in a pair of jocks, at most. "Ah. Damn. That's a nasty tear." I sighed. "I'd need the suit off to fix it proper. We could do it here, or head back to your room..."

I had honestly just suggested returning to theirs for the purpose of fixing the suit. But the way they glanced at each other, I felt perhaps our wires had gotten crossed. "No problems." Jack said, picking his head up and sliding it on.

Arthur was not too far behind, taking his tail back once his head was attached. As they double checked their suits I put the thread and needle back, then put my own suit back together. Once Dizzy was back in action I was yanked towards the door by an enthusiastic Jack, Arthur not far behind clutching his tail. We made our way around the edge of the con space to the main doors where we made a bee-line for the hotel. Once inside we made for the elevator, where we were joined by a half dozen other fursuiters, pushing us to the back of it.

Jack pressed against me to make room for a dragon and their wings. In doing so I could feel a hardness press against my leg. I gasped, realising what it was and feeling the Fox's paws sliding up and down my sides. Then from behind I felt another point of pressure against my arse, and another set of hands caressing me. Before long my own hardness was prodding at Jack's belly; I couldn't deny the attention I was getting was turning me on a lot.

With their hands all over me I felt like mine were doing nothing. So reaching behind me with one, and in front with the other, I slid my hands around their bodies, pulling them closer to me. They both ground against me as the elevator dinged it's arrival at their floor. Pushing past several fursuits to extricate ourselves, they again pull me along towards their destination.

Once the elevator door was well behind us, Arther asked "Don't mean to be rude, but you clean?" The question was quite forward and rather unexpected, causing me to stutter incoherently. "What I means is-"

"I, I know what you mean, I just..." My interruption occurred as we approached their door, Jake fumbling about his person trying to find the keycard. "I'm clean. I've had some fun with a couple furs over the last couple days, but I trust them."

"Who? If you don't mind me asking." Jack chuckled, brandishing the keycard victoriously as Arthur approached me from behind; holding my hips as he ground his pelvis into me.

"Well if you MUST know," I jested, adopting a stereotypical british toff accent "Shaede, Overwulf and Désirée." I thought about including Dani, but given she had a business presence here as well, I figured I'd leave her out of it. I strongly doubted she'd be one to have a bug and not say.

The trio of names seemed to hit their desired mark. Arthur turned me to face him as Jack opened the door. "Really? Shade AND Over?" I nodded. "Damn." He pushed me into the room and up against the kitchenette counter. "I mean if they trust you, we'd be remiss not to offer the same service." I could hear the sensuality in his words, the tailless fox running his fingers through my chest fur. Jack bounded over to a suitcase next to the couch and pulled out a black plastic bag. He signalled to be followed before disappearing into one of the bedrooms. I moved to follow but Arthur pushed me onto the couch. "Why don't you stay here, Diz. This'll only take a second."

I waited with bated breath, not sure what those two were up to, but curious to find out. When they reappeared I knew immediately why they needed a minute alone. Each one had an identical knotted phallus protruding from their pelvis to point right at me. However, unlike Overwulf's full-member sheath these ones were a little more revealing; the knot was a band of what appeared to be a red silicone slid down to the base of their rather sizeable cocks, and secured by a thin band around their scrotum. Including the three or so inches of knot, I had to guess both of them were nearly nine inches long. The twins had been blessed.

"Holy shit!" I slurred, still staring at the members. Jack covered his up, perhaps thinking he'd misread the situation.

"Still game?" Arthur asked, pawing himself to stay at full mast. I answered by slipping off the couch onto my knees. The darker furred Arthur wasted no time wandering over to me and aiming his erection right at my muzzle. So far I had taken a synthetic cock filled with the real thing just fine, but my breath caught as I knew this would be another experience entirely. Gulping, I leaned in and took the meaty shaft in one paw, giving it a few strokes before leading it to my muzzle.

Arthur moaned as his sensitive flesh slid past through silk and velvet construction; material chosen for it's appearance yet somehow the perfect choice texture wise. I felt the heat of its head radiate across my lips when it got close, and parted them welcomingly as I further impaled the muzzle. Several inches of cock had pushed its way into my mouth by the time I felt the knot press against the suit's front teeth.

Tightening the grip of my lips around Arthur's member I withdrew, tongue gently flicking at it's underside until the head was once again just barely against my lips. "Fuck, Dizzy..."

I smiled, not having had enough fun with that phrase "That's the plan" I moaned onto Arthurs member before pushing forward again, taking another inch while opening the jaw enough for the knot to push inside. This time I kept Arthur's tool inside my mouth for a while, savouring it's taste. It was a little tangy, but mostly savoury. The few beads of Precum that were forming at it's tip were much smoother in flavour; slightly salty but also a hint of sweetness and very slick to the point of almost being oily.

When I realised I'd had my eyes closed most of that time, I opened them to see Jack's member bobbing beside me, just in view. I once more created a nice bit of suction as I withdrew Arthur's cock, the seal causing my lips to smack as it broke. Then I dove down on Jack's member, skipping the caution I'd had with his brother and taking him so deep that the knot pushed against my real teeth. I moaned around the shaft, the flavour almost identical to his brother but less strong. "Oh S-Shit..." Jack stammered, grabbing the back of my head as I ran my tongue across the underside of his throbbing shaft.

Taking control, Jack began thrusting into my mouth. It was a new experience - even after my fun with Overwulf on the first night of the convention - given the length and nakedness of Jacks member. It wasn't a silicone phallus just barely pushing into my mouth, it was fleshy, and warm, and smashing against the back of my throat. My gag reflex held out as Jack pistoned into me, lips tightly sealed around his shaft in the way I like; figuring given my inexperience I'd just do to them what I like done to me.

Jack was definitely not complaining, his grip on my head tightening as his thrusts got faster and deeper, the knot pushing an inch or two into my mouth until my jaw became sore from having to open that wide to accommodate it. With That fox obscuring my vision, I felt another pair of hands stroking along my shoulders to my back. Arthur wanted to keep playing, but I wasn't in the right position for him.

I wrapped my arms around Jack's waist and held him in place as I assaulted his shaft with my tongue, the throbbing head pushing my gag reflex to the limit as it pulsed against the back of my throat. Then with no small amount of force, I pushed the fox away from me. He gasped as cool air flowed around his cock, and I took that time to shift onto all fours. Reaching between my legs to the base of my tail I found the well disguised zipper and pulled; stopping once past my still restrained member.

The black material of the thermal suit covered my lower half quite well. That was until - with a visceral rip - Arthur tore them down the seam to reveal my puckered hole and allowing my engorged member to spring free. "Oh this bear is hard as fuck!" Arthur noted, kneeling down behind me and taking my throbbing erection in one large furry paw. He stroked me a couple times. "Looks like he's enjoying the attention of two foxes."

"One-and-three-quarter foxes..." I said in jest. Jack was unable to stop himself releasing a small chuckle, while Arthur simply tightened his grip on my cock while angling himself behind me. As soon as I felt the throbbing heat of his cock at my backdoor I moaned. "Oh fuck... Arthur, be gentle."

"Oh, Bear wants us to be gentle now, does he?" Arthur said, pushing the tip of his cock against my hole hard enough to pop the head in. I grunted, a sharp but brief flash of pain ricocheting through my torso.

"Fuck..." I groaned as the pain subsided, the throbbing head slowly stretching my hole. "S-seriously... I've not... done this before..."

Arthur froze. "Wait, Did I just... pop your anal cherry?" I nodded frantically. "Oh this is gonna be good." He chuckled, giving my cock a few hard pumps. "Jack, get the lube." I silently thanked the gods as Jack retrieved a tube and handed it to his brother. Gasping at the cool sensation slowly spreading across my rim, Arthur began slowly gyrating himself in and out, inch by torturous inch. The pain had mostly subsided, the fox's shaft bulging only slightly in thickness as it slid deeper. Then I felt it.

The knot.

It pressed against my taut ring, giving me a taste of it's solidity before Arthur withdrew. He pulled as far back as his tip before sliding his all the way back down to the hard silicone sheath. The sensation was unbelievable. I'd played with toys before - fortunately ones about as large as the fox railing me - and I was glad I had; otherwise I think he'd have torn me apart. But it was the sensation of skin on skin that got me. Silicone was so unyielding. But this cock was entirely different. The skin around it pulled against me as it withdrew, and bunched up at my entrance as he pushed forward. The texture of it was not perfectly smooth but it was still slick when slathered in lube.

I moaned whorishly every time the head of his cock bumped against my prostate, but was silenced quickly as Jack had - unbeknownst to me - knelt before me and pushed his cock back into my muzzle. Given his muttered cursing and breathless gasps I take it he almost came on the spot as I hungrily swallowed his cock. In the position I was in I didn't have much chance of wrapping an arm around the fox's waist or pumping the lower end of his shaft with a fuzzy white paw. Instead, I had to rely on him setting the pace.

I needn't have worried. Arthur picked up speed and settled into a gentle rhythm, which Jack then mimicked so the pair of them were filling me then withdrawing in time with each other. Never in my life had I been in this position, but at that moment, I couldn't have asked for anything more. Which is why I came immediately when Arthur returned his attention to my twitching member. Pumping me twice I grunted into Jacks member, and clenched my rear around Arthurs; the two foxes moaning as I painted the floor with my cum.

"What the..." Arthur groaned, pulling his paw up to inspect it. "Bit pent up are we, Bear?"

I moaned an affirmation into Jack's member. "Fuck me!" He gasped, the reverberations sensually bouncing through his body "I think that's a yes..." Regaining a bit of my sanity as I came down from my climax, I sucked hard on the lighter fox's cock, lashing it's underside with my tongue. "Fuck! I think he wants more!"

"More?" Arthur chuckled. I wasn't sure what he was doing but I could tell he was fidgeting behind me. Then I felt a coolness against my ring again. I gulped as realisation hit: he was lubing up the knot. I pulled away from Jacks' cock, just enough that I could breathe through my nose, and began taking deep breaths. Jack allowed me this moment to prepare, and I rewarded him with the best blowjob I could muster under the circumstances. I could tell by the throbbing and indecisive hands attempting to both grab my head and scratch my back that the fox was getting close.

And then everything went white and sparkly. Without warning Arthur had decided he'd lubed the knot well enough and pushed forward. The pain I felt as my hole stretched to accommodate the unnatural girth was something quite unique. Like slamming your fingers in a door and being unable to scream in pain, except his cock was grinding against my prostate thus firing up my libido in the process. I had one toy at home with a knot I could take, and it was much smaller than this. The vibration from my whimpers helped keep Jack's cock erect as I'd all but frozen from the anal assault on my senses.

It felt like an eternity, my hole slowly giving in to the mass pushing against it. And then everything came rushing back into me; my vision unblurred, I could hear my own thundering heartbeat, and the knot slipped inside. I moaned loudly around Jack before thrusting my face forward, smashing his knot against my teeth, and gulping around the shaft. His hands finally found their position and gripped my head tightly.

I thought I was being fucked by two foxes before. I was wrong. That was the warmup. Arthur's hips became a blur as he rapidly thrust into me, the couple inches of movement afforded by the knot's placement meaning it was perpetually slamming against my sensitive prostate while the rest of his length invaded deep inside me. Meanwhile Jack was withdrawing all the way to my lips before slamming back in; fortunately the foam of my muzzle cushioning the blow of the knot reaching my mouth, otherwise I'd probably have lost my front teeth in the process.

The twins absolutely railed me. In seconds I was cumming again, the knot destroying any vestige of sanity left inside me. I had become a big bear shaped fuck toy for these two fox brothers. And they were making good use of me. Arthur grunted, his hips unable to keep a steady rhythm as his body began to seize in orgasmic bliss. Jack wasn't too far away either, I having been edging him for several minutes. I needed their cum in me. And I wanted that dam to break from both ends at the same time.

What remained of the logical part of my brain raised a whole lot of red flags but it was too late. The slut inside me took over. I slammed my arse back against Arthur so hard that he lost his footing, falling back towards the couch. With the knot still in me I was pulled along with him, so I wrapped my arms around Jack's waist; pulling him with us.

First Arthur's arse hit the couch, then my arse absolutely impaled itself upon his cock, pushing him deeper than he'd managed before. And with my arms wrapped around the still mostly steady Jack, I hugged his hips tightly, the knot popping past my teeth to fill my mouth like a gag as his cock slid another few inches down my throat. And then they came.

The flood of warmth was intense. Spurts of Foxy cum splattered and streaked against my insides as the two grappled me. Arthur wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even harder against him, gaining him another inch or so of ground within my arse while Jack's grip on my head helped him gyrate into me. I moaned loudly as the sensation of being filled from both ends overrode my orgasmic state, effectively blue-screening me.

I was in heaven. Words were spoken, but they were a blur on the edge of hearing. Nothing could compare with the ecstasy I was experiencing. Both thick meaty rods were spasming inside me, filling me with hot ambrosia. Each throb against my prostate eliciting a muffled moan from my own lips, which only served to call forth more creamy filling into my gullet. The fuzziness grew stronger, and became coupled with a light burning sensation in my lungs. Thankfully that tiny logical voice managed to finally get through and inform me that my light headedness was not to do with my climax, but was a lack of oxygen.

I tapped Jack's rear several times, my motions getting more and more frantic until he realized my need to breathe. I tried opening my mouth as wide as possible, but even then it took a bit of effort for that silicone knot to pop free of my teeth. Once that was out though, the rest of Jack's meat slid free without issue. With a deep inhale, light and sound returned to the world. I coughed when exhaling, strands of cum splattering the floor as Jack apologised profusely. "Shit! Diz! I'm so sorry!"

I waved his concerns away between coughs, giving a thumbs up. But before I could speak the buzz of the door lock sounded, the room open to the hallway as a brown and grey mass moved inside. I was lost for words. Stonehoof the Destroyer had arrived.