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It was the first day of the convention and already things were in full swing; those that had managed to get there early or stayed in the hotel the night before were in line to get registered while others that had managed to get to the front of the line already started to wander about. For Dieter he was fortunately part of the former group as he found his name tag hanging around his neck, the picture of his fursona in the corner. He had been very excited for the weekend to meet friends and hopefully hang around with a few people, though at the moment he was alone and waiting for everything to process. For the moment he decided to just explore and wait until opening ceremonies or the dealer's den to open, though as he crossed by the sponsor's lounge he was surprised to see the doors were already open.

There was no one checking badges though and despite his curiosity Dieter just decided to look in the door for now to see what was going on. There was the usual cooler full of soda that would likely be the only thing that furries will drink for the weekend along with the other dispensary, which was where people that were twenty-one and over could get alcohol. It looked like both were set up and not much else but just as he was about to head out they heard someone call out from inside the room. As they glanced back they saw an older gentlemen standing there beckoning him in, which after confirming it was him that was being called caused Dieter to tentatively step forward.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could do us a huge favor," the man said as he finished setting up a hose line to one of the taps. "You look like someone that might enjoy this, we actually had a mascot planned for one of the beers that we made specifically for this con and he called in at the last second. We we're hoping that you could perhaps take his place?"

"I think you're in the right con to find someone that would take that position," Dieter said with a slight chuckle. "This is a furry convention after all."

"Right you are," the man said with an equally big smile on his face. "But you happened to be the first one I saw and so the offer is yours. All you have to do is go out there and advertise what we got on tap here, and while it's not what you got on your badge I'm sure you wouldn't mind being a beer for a while."

"A beer?" Dieter asked in slight confusion.

"Hybrid of bear and deer," the man explained. "You'd still go do everything you wanted and I assure you that this will be worth your while. Plus I can offer your friends get a taste before everyone else and you would be helping out the con itself as well."

Though Dieter was taken slightly aback by the offer they found it intriguing on what it could be they were looking for. Given the convention they were at it was likely that they would be given a fursuit or something as well as persona for the mascot, and that in itself might be a fun little twist to the con. "I suppose I could help out the con," Dieter finally said. "What do I get, free reg to next year's con?"

"Well to start you get to try out our flavor," the man said as he took a small glass and poured a dark beer into it, then set it in front of them. "Give that a shot, and once you're done you'll be ready to go out there and really bring the mascot to life."

As Dieter was about to point out that it was ten in the morning the guy disappeared out of sight, most likely to continue to set up as they took a whiff of the dark brew. It was definitely a stout, and as they looked at the cup that it had been poured into they saw a cartoon version of the mascot for the convention as well as the name for him. Steven Stout... made sense for a hybrid called a Beer that they had specifically for this con. Though Dieter wasn't much of an alcohol drinker they didn't want to be rude plus there was only a few ounces in the glass as they brought the edge up to their lips.

As soon as they felt the liquid touch their lips they could feel a tingling sensation that migrated into their mouth. The flavor caught them by surprise as well as the alcohol content, while the man hadn't told them what the ABV was they could tell that it was up there. That wasn't to say it was bad though, in fact it was rather delicious as they drank more and more of it. Sips began gulps and it didn't take long before they had drunk the entirety of the contents and set the empty glass on the table with a loud burp.

That wasn't like them, but they found themselves giggling about it anyway as they waited for the man to come back with the mascot outfit. It started to feel a little warm in the room and as they unbuttoned their shirt a bit it revealed a slightly hairier chest then before. Dieter found themselves scratching it as they looked around the sponsor lounge but as they continued to feel an inch they looked down and gasped.

Their badge was gone!

All that was around their neck was the lanyard, and when Dieter thought back they remembered coming in with it. That meant it had to be somewhere nearby as they started to look around. When it didn't seem like it was anywhere within eyesight they found themselves putting their hands against their head, fingers just missing the bumps that had stuck up from their slightly thicker hair while their ears began to grow fuzzy as well. They also didn't notice that they had grown slightly taller, save for when they bumped their heads against the counter they were looking under before they let out another small burp and felt their stomach rumble.

Perhaps drinking a beer first thing in the morning wasn't the best idea, Dieter thought to themselves as they rubbed their stomach, fur poking out from their waistband and their exposed stomach. They started to feel like maybe they should head back to their room in order to lie down... but first they had to find their badge even as their clothing began to feel almost uncomfortable on their body. Even though it was technically out of bounds the increasingly furry human went there anyway and as they did they saw a room that was partially opened. It made them wonder if that was where the man had gone and as they poked their head inside they found a pair of large gym shorts and a tank top in a dark blue.

That must be for the mascot outfit, Dieter thought to themselves, and as their clothing felt increasingly tight and itchy they reasoned this was probably the changing room and closed the door behind them. Almost immediately they needed to get the offending garments off of them and as they moved to get the buttons off they found that it was getting hard to get their fingers to cooperate. As they brought up their hand the human gasped as it looked like their digits were swollen, though they also saw a thin layer of fur that had grown over them. It started to make Dieter wonder if they were allergic to something in that beer...

Hehe, beer...

While Dieter wasn't sure why that was so funny they did remember that the mascot was supposed to be a beer, or they were supposed to be one since they had been chosen. As they thought about that it started to become easier to picture such a thing and found themselves giggling once more. How silly would it be to be such a thing, Dieter thought to themselves as they removed the last of the buttons and pulled it off of them to reveal the thick brown fur underneath, particularly on his chest and shoulders. Why would they want to be such a thing when they were already the best thing in the world, no one would want to be a human if they could...

...no wait, not a human...

...why did they think it was human?

A sudden tearing sound made Dieter realize that their pants were starting to give up the ghost, and once more they were wondering why they would wear such a thing in the first place. It was too late for them to try and get them off and they were just going to have to burst the jeans at the seams. Fortunately they had the strength of a bear as he bent his legs to try and tear away the tough material so that they could escape it. Their thighs and calves weren't the only things bulging out the fabric though as he found that the beer seemed to have another effect on them, one of his clawed hands rubbing against the bulge forming in front of his, in front of their pants as they found themselves panting slightly in arousal.

At the very least Dieter managed to get their shoes off in time as they stumbled slightly when their toes shifted and the skin of their soles thickened. When they looked down they found that their feet were very furry and ursine in nature, which of course they would be as they found themselves grinning once more. Since their pants were a lost cause anyway they took the claws on their hands and popped the button before breaking the zipper. Underneath their underwear was straining to contain his throbbing maleness, though as the transforming creature was about to tear those too they noticed that a wallet had fallen out.

Though the desire to pleasure themselves was growing they leaned down to grab it, hearing the jeans tear right at the butt as the movement caused them to tear in several places. When they picked it up and opened it they saw that there was a human face staring back at them with the name Dieter on it. Dieter... Dieter... that name sounded familiar to them, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it. As they went to set the lost wallet on the desk they caught of glimpse of their own reflection, causing them to gasp as other than the blackened lips and nose the face looked quite human.

That was impossible though, he wasn't human! Almost as if in response they could start to feel their face pushing out into a somewhat cervine muzzle as his ears began to migrate to the top of his head. As the transformation continued that lingering sense that he wasn't who he thought he was evaporated, like the fog of drunkenness after drinking a really good beer. Hehe, beer, that's what he was, and that's why he was the mascot of the convention.

Finally his growing frame outpaced the structural integrity of his pants and the hybrid creature let out groan as his pants were freed. For a second when he looked down he thought he might see the legs and feet of a lion, but he immediately realized that he wasn't one, he was a hybrid of dear and bear. Mostly bear though, considering how thick his fur was along with his ears, tail, and fluffy feet. He did have a pair of antlers though, something that had caused him a point of pride as he looked back at himself in the mirror.

Once more he found himself chuckling, this time a little louder than before as he could feel himself finally starting to get loose. Those pants must have been very confining on him, the creature thought to himself as he looked down at the last offending garment on his body, and these weren't exactly flattering either. As he tore them away he finally got to set his hands on his throbbing shaft, shivering slightly at feeling how delightful stroking the sensitive flesh. Oddly it felt like the first time that he was touching himself, and though he knew that he probably shouldn't be pawing off like this when in the back rooms he couldn't help having a little sense of adventure!

As the last of the fur covered the otherwise human flesh and his frame finished shifting from a normal human to a rather tall, rather large bear man he found as one hand continued to slowly pleasure himself and the other rubbed his furry muscle gut that he noticed something near his clothes. It was a badge, and as he looked at it he found that it was his. The name Steven Stout was printed on it along with his own face, which made sense for him to have since that was him after all. For some reason he kept imagining a lion in place of it instead but once more he found it ridiculous and was probably just thinking with the wrong head.

"A head like the one on a nice, thick stout," Steven said as he found himself licking his lips at the thought. "I'm definitely going to have to make sure that all of Dieter's..." The hybrid found himself pausing for a second at the mention of the same name that was on the name before laughing and shaking his head. "What a weird mistake, I meant my friends are able to share in such a delicious drink."

A few minutes later Steven walked out of the room with his shorts and shirt on, the print on it advertising the con as he looked around for the man that he had encountered. Looks like they probably went off to get more beer ready for the onslaught of people that he was about to bring in, he thought to himself as he walked past the tap that had his visage on it. For a few seconds he thought about sneaking another drink but the last one he had knocked him for a loop already. He actually thought for a while that he was some human, thought that did remind him that later on he would need to return that wallet to the lost and found so the one who lost it could get it again.

But while he wasn't one to have another sip of his own supply he knew a few that would, namely two of his friends that he knew for sure where currently at the convention. As he looked around he found a few flasks that were being sold alongside the taps and opened one of them up. He was sure that the guy wouldn't mind him taking a few free samples, especially since they were for his friends as he filled up the container until it was close to full. Already he could smell the luxurious scent of the stout and while it tempted him Steven knew that the celebration would be in full swing later on... though he wouldn't say no to sharing a bit with his friends.

When Steven went out to the con almost immediately he found himself getting swarmed by people who wanted to take pictures of him or just give him a hug. The beer was definitely feeling the love and it made him feel even more bubbly by the second; he found himself talking the ear off anyone that engaged with him and laughing and joking with those that stopped to say hi. Though it was the most natural feeling in the world there was something odd about it... but he couldn't quite put his finger on why that was. After a few hours of making the rounds and being a good mascot for the con however he noticed something that caused him to pause in his tracks and put a big grin on his muzzle.

Chocolate roulette... that was a panel that he had wanted to go to, remembering that one of his friends that he wanted to hit up was on the panel. As he peeked his head inside he could tell that the host wasn't there, which wasn't hard to do since they were typically dressed up in a black and purple fursuit which made them easy to spot. For some reason everyone thought that he was in a fursuit as well and would just laugh or smile at him when he said it wasn't. Such is life I guess, Steven thought to himself as he walked inside and noticed that the chocolates were there. Mmmm... if he remembered correctly some of them were filled with good stuff and some were filled with bad, and that actually gave him an idea as he looked around to make sure he wasn't being watched before pulling the flask out of his shorts...

About ten minutes later Steven stood in the back of the room, making sure that he didn't get his antlers stuck in the wall or ceiling as they continued on with the panel. As numbers were picked the audience reacted as they were everything from chocolate cereal to tuna fish. The one that he was specifically targeting for had just gotten the latter one and as they were spitting it out the next number picked was the one that had his own little surprise in it. The beer found himself frowning slightly that it was going to someone else, but that was why he was there in the first place as he pulled five dollars out of his pocket.

"And it looks like Nizzbit gets the chocolate now!" the host announced, the fursuiter looking around the room as the one on the end had the chocolate passed to him. "Any other takers?" Steven found himself holding his breath as he hoped that no one would counter it, especially since that five was the only cash money inside the wallet he had run back to get. "Alright, looks like our mascot has chosen the tiger's fate, eat that chocolate!"

As Steven looked at the one that was about to bite down it was very clear that like most everyone at the convention Nizzbit was not, in fact, an actual tiger. There was one on his badge though that indicated his fursona just like his own head was the one for his picture. The beer found himself grinning from ear to ear as he watched him bite down, then cup his hand underneath it as the liquid contents came out. The audience waited as the fursuiter asked him if he recognized the flavor of that particular chocolate.

"That was weird," Nizzbit said as he tossed the rest of the chocolate in the trash. "Was it like, some sort of mead or something?"

"Um, kinda?" the host replied before turning back to the crowd. "It was actually honey, honey was what we were looking for, can't really put alcohol in these chocolates."

But I can, Steven thought to himself with a devious grin as he once more leaned up against the back of the wall and waited for the panel to finish. Fortunately they had been nearing the end before that number had gotten picked so he didn't have to wait long before he sprung the surprise as he heard the host announce that he was Serathin and that he hoped everyone would have a good time. After that everyone started to file out and while the fursuiter remained behind to clean up he saw that Nizzbit was leaving near the tail end. He also saw that he looked a little off-balance and seemed to be sweating a bit, though that was to be expected at this juncture as he followed him down towards the lobby elevators.

"That looked like a lot of fun," Steven said as he came up behind Nizzbit, causing the smaller man to jump slightly before turning towards him.

"Yeah, a blast," Nizzbit replied sarcastically before holding his head. "How are you doing, enjoying being Steven?"

"All the time," Steven replied as his grin widened before leaning in with a look of concern on his face. "Say, you alright there?"

At first Nizzbit shook his head but as they waited for the elevator to get down it was clear that even the small amount of alcohol they had ingested was starting to have an effect on him. "I think I just spent too long on my feet," Nizzbit finally stated. "Just going to pop into my room for a minute while I'm on break and then plot some revenge for a certain sabrewolf."

"Perhaps I should help you along," Steven said, trying to keep his excitement from showing too much as he noticed that there was something orange that was along his neck. "Just in case, you know."

While it seemed like he would be rebuked again Nizzbit just nodded and asked if he needed any help either, which Steven shook his head on. He wasn't quite sure what he even meant by that, he felt finer than ever! Once they got him to his room the beer was certain that he could help his friend feel the same way, though it looked like the effects of the alcohol were already upon him. While he could have just let him be in his room this was his friend after all, and Steven wanted to make sure that his friends were very well taken care of as the elevator finally got to their floor...

Several floors up Steven was smirking to himself as the elevator doors opened once more, holding the stumbling man around the shoulders to keep him upright. He had offered Nizzbit another sip from his flask and he had taken it, which only served to accelerate the process as well as make him even more drunk than before. He really had to ask what the ABV of this stuff was, the hybrid thought to himself, though it was having the other desired effect as more than once as he grabbed the other man his shirt lifted up to show a line of hair thickening down his back. While he would have to make sure to remember how potent the stuff was he was at least thankful that Nizzbit was still able to be on his feet and coherent enough for what came next as they got to his hotel room door.

"Here we are," Nizzbit said as he fished the key out of his pants, fumbling with it as Steven could see that certain parts of his palms were starting to darken and grow thick. "Whoops..."

"I can get that for you," Steven said with a grin as he reached down and grabbed the card, his tongue sticking out slightly as he noticed that he could already see their shoes starting to stretch slightly. He quickly got back up and used the key on the door to open it and allow the other guy inside. "There we go, I hope you don't mind my coming in as well but I thought that I could help."

"I... my shoes feel tight," Nizzbit said, his words slurring slightly before he found himself giggling again. "That's weird, they weren't tight before, did I tie them like that?"

Steven once more stuck out his tongue and said that it was common to feel that way while gesturing for him to have a seat. "Man, I don't know what Serathin put in those chocolates, but I am buzzing," Nizzbit continued to talk as Steven got his shoes off, rubbing his feet on the soft furry toes that were growing out from the otherwise human feet. "Ohhh... that feels real good..."

"Actually it's not what he put in there," Steven stated as he could see the human swaying slightly, though his focus was on the tent that was starting to form in the hybrid's shorts. "I'm sure you're aware that there's a new selection of alcohol in the sponsor's lounge, which is why I'm helping out and promoting it. Since you're my friend I wanted to make sure that you got to try it out, so why don't you just relax and let the sweet sensations of my stout allow you to... really let loose."

By this point Steven had gotten onto the bed as well and behind the other man, slowly lifting off his shirt as he felt Nizzbit press against his shirt before he took it off to reveal his furry chest. The human said something about how soft it was but before he could expound on it the Beer put his finger against his lips before pulling off his shirt in one swift motion. If there had been a mirror the one in front of him might have started to freak out at seeing that his chest and stomach not only had a layer of white fur but that it was thickening by the second, instead the only thing that came out of his mouth was a moan as his inhibitions continued to drop. This was way he wanted to make sure that he was there, Steven smiling broadly as he reached around and undid the pants of the other man before pulling them down.

Once thing this beer had on all the others was it definitely didn't dampen the libido, Steven thought to himself as he used his ursine feet to pull them down the rest of the way and reveal the half-hard member that had more white fur around it. As the hybrid pulled the badge off from around his neck he saw the tiger picture on it and knew that soon that art would soon imitate reality once he was done with it. The pleasant buzz of the booze, the warmth that came from fur sprouting all over, this in itself was worth... what did he do again? Something with the guy that was distributing the booze and the fact he was the con mascot, though that really didn't concern him now as he decided it was time to really have some fun.

After making sure his antlers didn't catch on the walls Steven took Nizzbit and leaned him back against the bed, first taking off his own shorts and then leaning in for a kiss. The alcohol didn't just have an effect on the one beneath him as the Beer once more felt himself buzzing just like his friend was as they engaged in a rather sloppy kiss while their bodies grinded together. Part of it was because they were both either slipping or giggling from the effects of the drink and the other was that the face of the human was starting to push out, his features becoming distorted as his nose flattened and became more feline in nature while his ears started to slide up his head and move through his hair that was turning from black to orange. It wasn't just fur and facial features as Steven could feel the frame of the smaller man growing, and while he probably wouldn't be bigger than him given what he saw of his fursona it was clear Nizzbit was growing taller.

"There's my tiger," Steven said as Nizzbit opened his eyes to reveal they had shifted to a yellow hue. "How are you feeling?"

"Gooooood..." Nizzbit replied before laughing, the tone changing as well. While he was still quite drunk just like the Beer on top of him the shift into his fursona was not just physical but mental in nature, though the haze of the alcohol on his mind was obfuscating the change. "Man, I am horny..."

"Same here," Steven said as he sat up and nearly flopped to his side before spreading the striped thighs of the increasingly feline man in front of him. "You fine this way or you want to flip?"

"Whatever you want," Nizzbit replied before he let out a small hiccup, once more causing both to laugh before Steven leaned forward and practically jammed his tongue into the mouth of the feline beneath him. The tiger's human features were becoming less by the second as the hybrid found himself with a flat, rough tongue in his own muzzle as they practically licked each other. Soon both were groaning as Steven was rubbing Nizzbit's flat stomach and firm chest that caused him to start growling in delight.

Though he wanted nothing more than to ride the tiger Steven decided to wait until there was little left of the human, wanting that form to be nothing more than an afterthought. He could still see large patches of skin and Nizzbit's face had only partially transformed, leaving him looking like he was wearing some sort of tiger prosthetic and tinted contacts. Nothing that a little bit of drunken fun couldn't solve though and as he slid his body down he watched the half-transformed tiger arch his back when his muzzle finally got to his groin. By this point he was completely erect and that was exactly what the hybrid wanted to see as he gave the shaft a long, slow lick that caused the fur on the other man's body to spread like wildfire.

As the ursine muzzle continued to slurp up and down that shaft he could see more of the human disappearing, feeling claws press against his head as Nizzbit was able to reach down to him more easily. Though the tiger was still growing bigger his muscle development was not quite as extensive as his was and adopted more of a lithe build. That made sense to the hybrid though considering the picture that he had seen on that badge as he continued to pleasure the other man. Between the moans and the giggling that were coming out of the increasingly feline creature he could hear his voice deepen a little more while watching his fur growing in until it almost completely covered his chest.

With each slurp of the throbbing shaft that filled his maw Steven could see the muzzle of the other man continue to push out ever so slightly, starting to become more of a proper tiger form while his legs quivered underneath him. When the hybrid reached back he could feel the swollen toes pushing out a set of claws as they became a pair of thick tiger paws while he rubbed against the forming pads. This only seemed to cause Nizzbit to drag his hands against the sheets and writhe against the bed, which caused his spine to pop and crack while he went from his somewhat short stature until he about a head under the one pleasuring him. That was a tiger underneath him now, Steven thought to himself as he gave one last slurp before pulling off of the other man's cock completely and started to move upwards until they were almost eye to eye.

At this point Steven couldn't tease any longer, especially since there were others that he wished to visit before the booze was available to all. This was not something he wanted to rush though and as he took his maleness and began to press it against those furred globes beneath him Nizzbit let out another groan and arched his back up. The Beer wasn't sure what that implied until he could hear a few pops and saw a tail start to snake out from the backside of the lithe tiger man that Nizzbit had become, licking his lips as it felt more like an invitation than anything else. He could already see the tail that was growing in quite nicely as he reached down and gave it a pet before guiding the tip of his own into the tailhole beneath him.

With the first inch or so inside of the tiger the last of the changes to Nizzbit's body were taking place, which was also causing the buzz of the alcohol to start to wear off. There was no need to lower his inhibitions anymore, Steven knew as he continued to slowly push his hips forward and feeling that furry form wiggle underneath him, they had become the party animal that they knew was there deep down inside. Though they were sure to have some more drinks later for the moment he wanted the new tiger morph to sober up as he leaned forward and kissed the tiger on the lips of his new muzzle.

The bed began to rock and creak as the Beer got into his rhythm, watching the head of the tiger arch back with his eyes closed as his ears finally finished migrating to the top of it. The feet of the feline were up in the air and even though he was sobering up there was little that he could do with such powerful pleasure coursing through him then just go along for the ride. With the transformation complete Steven got to the fun of rutting this new tiger and knew that soon the human would have always thought he was this way. He was the embodiment of his fursona now and the grin continued to spread over his face as he found it funny that he wouldn't even remember the human he once was.

Though Steven attempted to keep it going for as long as possible the rush of transforming his friend and rubbing his body against all the thick fur while those inner walls clamped around his maleness quickly became too much. Someone wasn't going to be winning the clean room contest, the hybrid thought to himself as orgasmed with the new tiger being very close behind. The two animal men tried to keep it quiet due to being in a hotel room, mostly at the prompting of Nizzbit, but even he let out a few snarls and a small roar while he was filled. The climax seemed to last for ages and Steven found himself grabbing onto the lean, striped calves of the other man to not fall on top of the other guy while he finished up.

"Well, that was certainly unexpected," Nizzbit said once he had stopped panting hard. "Was that your plan all along when you lured me up to my room for a break?"

"In a manner of speaking," Steven replied with his usual smirk while he patted the tiger on the inner thigh. "What did you think of the drink? Pretty good, right?"

"Yeah... almost knocked me on my ass though," Nizzbit replied. "I may be on break but I still have to work later on, just like you I'm sure." Well some things never change, Steven thought to himself as the feline slid away from him and went to his clothes in order to put them on only to have them not even get past his furry knees. "What the hell..."

"Need some help?" Steven said as he laid on the bed and enjoyed watching the tiger squirm.

"Yeah... despite the rating of the con I can just go out like this," Nizzbit said with a sigh as he kicked off the pants.

"I think I have an idea," Steven replied as he hopped up from the bed. "You wait right here, I'll get you something to wear that's... more your style, and then if you want you could help me out with my tasks. I have a few more people I know of that could use a drink."

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"Do I want to know where the heck you found these," Nizzbit asked as he adjusted the glitter shorts that he had on.

"Dealer's Den," Steven replied, watching the tiger fidget a bit as they started getting looks as soon as they got off the elevator. "You'd be surprise what they're selling there considering the copyright infringement potential."

"Not my department, not my problem," Nizzbit stated as he shook his head. "Alright, who's next?"

"Well I figured since Serathin was the one that helped get you into my clutches that we could repay the favor," Steven explained, giving the tiger an evil grin while wiggling his fingers maniacally before sticking out his tongue. "Of course if you have a different target in mind I'm all antlers."

Nizzbit just shook his head and figured that this would be just fine before the two went off. Fortunately with the position that the tiger was in he knew where they would be, and since he was still running panels it was likely that he was still in suit as well. With those two factors in mind it didn't take them long until he saw that he was up front and talking about, ironically enough, transformation. It was his last panel of the day and that was probably a perfect time to nab him before he went up to his room and potentially disappeared for the night.

As the panel wrapped up everyone eventually filed out of the room with Serathin being the last to leave, though as he went for the door both Steven and Nizzbit quickly got into place to block him. "Hey, that was a great panel," Steven said with a grin. "Love everything about transformation."

"Same here," Serathin replied as he looked the two over. "Same with your suits, stripper tiger and con mascot go real well together. Now if you don't mind I would like to desuit and get some dinner."

"One second!" Steven said, once more getting the fursuiter's attention as he pulled out the flask that he had in his pocket. "Your throat must be really dry after all that talking, perhaps you want a sip of this? Goes down real smooth, they'll be serving it in Sponsor's Lounge later."

The fursuiter eyed the two of them up, then looked down at the flask that was branded with his likeness on it. "I'm not sure that, while refreshing, is going to solve my hydration problem," Steven just waited for a few seconds with his usual grin on his face and the flash held out, then a few seconds later the fursuiter looked between the two before he grabbed it and opened the muzzle on his fursuit. "Ah, what the hell, who really needs water anyway."

The two watched as the metal container disappeared into the muzzle of the fursuit head and they could hear the sounds of their friend take several swallows before handing it back. "Whoo... that's a stout, isn't it?" Serathin asked, Steven nodding his head in slight surprise as he got the flash back and shook it to find that the contents were much less then they had been before. "That's good stuff, make sure you keep up the good work there Steven."

As Steven and Nizzbit looked at one another they told Serathin to wait for a few moments and went a few feet away to discuss what they were going to do next. The bear-deer had expected the fursuiter to only take a few sips like Nizzbit had, which was something that the tiger wondered about as well. Though he wasn't quite sure of the properties of the beer that he was carrying around he could only guess that the effects grew more potent with more that was drunk, which meant that if they were going to lure him back up to the hotel room they would have to be quick about it. As the two discussed though they failed to notice that the fursuiter had grown rather impatient of waiting and had started to walk out into the hall, stumbling slightly as he made his way towards the stairs in order to go down to the first floor.

It was Steven that first saw that their latest target was gone, his eyes widening as the guy that they had just gave quite the potent brew had just left without them. Considering what was about to happen the hybrid found himself getting a bit worried, especially considering with how it affected Nizzbit at first that they were going to have a drunk fursuiter walking around the con. As they dashed out of the panel room they found that he wasn't there, which given the fact he was nearly six foot six with the horns with glowing green eyes that he wouldn't be easy to lose in the crowd. Just as Steven was about to tell Nizzbit to go one direction and he would go the other they heard a muffled yelp and a loud thud that came from the nearby stairs.

He wouldn't have... Steven found himself dashing over towards the stairs to see that Serathin was sprawled out on his back near the bottom of them. There was someone down there that had also heard the sound and was going to help but after getting Nizzbit's attention the bear-deer told him to go down and run interference. The two rushed down the stairs as quickly as they could and as Nizzbit showed the badge that he still had hanging from his furry neck denoting that he was staff Steven got the fursuiter to his feet. He could hear Serathin mumble something about having never fallen before in his old suit and after helping him to his feet Steven could see that he was starting to sway much more than before while on his feet.

Steven could also feel that something was going on underneath the bodysuit that Serathin wore and could hear him complaining about it getting hotter. There was no way that they were going to get this one up to the hotel room in time and as he had the fursuiter lean up against the wall the mascot went over and asked Nizzbit if there was a place they could go for some relative privacy. The tiger told him that there was a room that they had for storage that was basically empty and that no one should be going into with the con in full swing. That was good enough for him, especially as Steven went back to the stumbling creature and saw the reason he was doing so was because he was standing strangely on his feet.

As Serathin continued to complain about the heat and then feeling increasingly uncomfortable Steven reassured him that he would take him somewhere in order to get the suit off and take a second. Once more the Beer could feel the sensations of changing happening underneath the fursuit but was thankful that the other man never took off the suit while in the presence of others if he could help it. That would not only help him lead the increasingly drunken creature to where they were supposed to go but also hide the fact that he was probably changing already. Having the staff member pretend he had gotten a realistic fursuit was one thing, seeing someone sprouting horns and saber teeth was another.

The latter was already starting to happen from what he could hear as Serathin said that he felt something pressing against his suit head and needed to take it off. Steven told him to just wait one more second and he would help him as they got into the back of the hotel and into the area that Nizzbit had told them. It wasn't exactly the most romantic place but given the groans that was coming from the other man it was this or stripping him right in the middle of the convention. Once they were inside Steven locked the door behind them for good measure and when he turned back he could see that Serathin was already trying to pull the head off while his jaw appeared to be locked in the open position.

Hearing him panting prompted Steven to go in and help as fast as possible, being directed to the back of the fursuit head where there was a zipper. It undid easily enough but as he attempted to help get it off of the struggling man he found that the strap inside had caught on something, and considering the cost of the suit he did want to be gentle with it. It took a few moments before he saw what was going on and managed to get his hand inside to get the head strap away from the horn that was starting to grow out from the increasingly purple hair that was underneath. When they finally managed to get it off Serathin was practically panting and Steven could see that they had gotten it off in the nick of time.

Already Serathin's eyes had turned the same brilliant green as the fursuit head and his nose had turned black, though the most notable part of his transformation were the pair of teeth pushing past his lips to become a pair of saber teeth. Though the initial discomfort had passed it didn't take long before he was starting to talk about his suit feeling tight on him without even realizing that his ears had started to stretch and the horns on his head were continuing to stretch out. It was unlikely that in his current state that he even realized he was changing and was more focused on making sure that his suit was fine. Steven was more than happy to get his friend naked, that had been the plan all along anyway as he helped pull the gloves off him to reveal the sharpening fingernails and blue scales that were starting to form on his digits.

Steven quickly undid the bodysuit and could see the black material underneath stretching from the musculature underneath it, though as he pressed a hand against it he could feel there was something else that was causing it to swell out. His fur was already starting to grow in underneath it but the bear-deer knew that it was something he would have to get to later, though as he helped pull it down to his feet he could see the bulge starting to grow in his pants. It was starting to stretch out quite impressively and with his suit no longer being in danger he could see that the transforming creature was getting more relaxed by the second. Once more Steven found a bit of trouble with the feet of the fursuit but managed to get them off before the thick talons that were simulated on them could push through the fur.

"There we go," Steven said with a smile as he got the last of the suit off, looking back at Serathin to see that he was still huffing and that his hair had turned almost completely the same purple as the fursuit head. "How are we feeling?" The only thing that the changing human responded with was a growl, and given the amount that he had drunk of the special brew he wasn't surprised. While they had to wait until the other man was completely transformed as Steven put the fursuit over in a corner was that at least for Serathin it wouldn't be a surprise to see him wondering about the con like that all the time.

As Steven carefully set the last pieces aside he suddenly felt the presence of someone behind them and before he could turn around a set of hand slid under his top and through the thick brown fur underneath. "You're mine," Serathin whispered into Steven's ear, once more hearing a growl punctuating the words even before the lips of the man started to push out to frame the saber teeth that grew on the otherwise human's face. "Let's have some fun."

Well this was slightly unexpected, Steven thought to himself as he felt a clawed hand slide up underneath his chin and pull his head back to be kissed by the other man. While he had admittedly never seen Serathin truly drunk before his guess was the mix of alcohol and transformation has had a profound effect on him... though in retrospect the Beer potentially should have expected a potentially horny outcome. As he felt Serathin pull back slightly and get his shirt pulled off he found that since the man was taller then Nizzbit that they were almost eye to eye, though with scales starting to form on his feet that were becoming increasingly large and draconic it was possible this one would surpass him. For the moment though the only thing Steven could focus on was the fact that his shorts were being pulled off by those clawed appendages and that he could hear the tearing of the undersuit from the growing body behind him.

For a while Serathin seemed content with groping his naked body and once more resumed their kiss, though this time it was much easier as his face had grown out a couple of inches. Slowly they began to move forward and though more than once he could feel the furry form of the one behind him hold on for support anytime Steven attempted to shift he heard a growl and got a squeeze in response. Drunken Serathin was quite the domineering type, the Beer thought to himself, and even without words being exchanged between the two he had a good idea of where this was going. After a sloppy makeout session with the increasingly draconic sabrewolf practically licking his snout Steven found himself up against a wall and could see in the reflection of a nearby metal panel that the horns on the one behind him had grown out even more and made him look fairly demonic in nature.

"Hey, you gonna go gentle, right?" Steven said with a chuckle as he felt the hands running possessively up and down his chest went down to his groin and slid along the sensitive flesh of his member. "I do have to hand out more samples you know."

"I'll do what I wish," Serathin replied, Steven hearing another snarl before a long tongue licked against his ear while he was pushed up against the wall. "But you'll enjoy it." Though it was hard to hear it in his voice, especially with it becoming increasingly distorted from his transformation, Steven knew that he was still slurring a bit and was quite enjoying his lack of inhibitions. At this point the dear-beer was more than satisfied with his position and decided to let the creature have his fun.

As expected Serathin's changes had come much quicker than Nizzbit's with how much he had drank and could feel his muscular form grind against him, especially his cock that had grown bigger and had ridges form on it. Once more Steven looked down and saw striped fur pressing against his own except instead of orange and black it was black and silver, and with how thick it was he suspected that the draconic sabrewolf was already getting close to finished. But the power and strength that Steven had given him had only served to make the one behind him even more ravenous as the head of the thick cock pressed up against his tailhole.

Just as it began to push inside both creatures heard the door jiggling, the longer ears of Serathin twitching even while they were stretching to their full canine form as they heard the sound of a key being put into a lock. "Hey, I managed to smooth things over with the... staff..." Nizzbit said as he walked in and saw the two hybrids locked together, the larger draconic sabrewolf still growling and pushing his furred hips forward to sink the cock into the tailhole of the smaller one that was pressed against the wall. "Oh, so that's how it is, huh?"

"Might have... underestimated things," Steven said with a grunt at his cheeks were being spread open, feeling the hips that the shaft being pushed into him were connected to wagging back and forth as Serathin grew out his long tail. "Maybe... a little help?"

"I think I can help here," Serathin said in response, letting out a loud, drunken laugh as Steven found himself getting lifted up with his ursine feet kicking briefly in the air before he was put down on all fours. The bear-deer didn't have to see the smirk on the draconic sabrewolf's face or the twitch in the glitter shorts of the tiger to know what they were inferring, and with the move just sinking more of Serathin's cock inside of him he found the pleasure to be too much to move. "He looks really thirsty."

The tiger's eyes practically lit up and as Steven let out a sheepish chuckle he suddenly found himself staring up at the striped thighs and groin of the tiger. "I suppose I would properly thank you for the drink," Nizzbit said as he pulled down his shorts, then held onto the antlers of the bear-deer hybrid with one hand while stroking his rapidly hardening maleness with the other. "I think it's... I mean it's... Serathin, could you stop thrusting for two seconds?!"

Steven had been rocking back and forth with the thrusting creature behind him, and though there was another growl that came from the drunken hybrid it was punctuated by giggling as the domineering visage of Serathin broke. "Sorry," Serathin said as his hands raked through the sides of the other hybrid to cause him to squirm in pleasure. "Oh, I feel so good... this is amazing..."

The sound of the moaning draconic sabrewolf breaking character caused Steven to smile, though as he opened his mouth to say something he found it filled with the member of the tiger that had been waiting for him to do so. Though Nizzbit was no longer the same drunken creature that he had bedded half an hour ago there was still the gleam of a buzz in his eyes, which combined with lust made for him to slide it in his maw once more. Once the first few inches of the tiger's cock slid into his maw his tongue took over to pleasure his first customer once more only in a different position. With the mascot pinned between his two creations he found that while he wasn't quite expecting to be on his hands and knees being spit-roasted by them... he had kind of hoped.

With the situation out of his hands Steven just basked in the lustful pleasure as he was shifted back and forth between the two. More than once he found the lion's cock deep in his throat and his nose pressed up against the thick white fur of the tiger as Serathin gave him a particularly deep thrust until the furry purple groin pressed against his rear. Though the growling, starling creature had been somewhat of an act the carnal need and wild abandon was not and more than once Nizzbit held onto the antlers just to keep himself from falling backwards. With his throat and tailhole being stretched it didn't take long for Steven to cum, Serathin and Nizzbit letting out a roar before the tiger got a hold of himself and hissed as the man on the other side of the mascot to quiet down.

For a while the three stood still with the bear-deer still having two cocks pushed inside of him, though eventually the ones they belonged to pulled away to allow the man to move and talk. "Now that was something..." Steven said as he got to his feet as Nizzbit put his shorts back on while Serathin began to inspect himself as though for the first time. "Here I had this whole plan in my head and you went and pinned me against the wall."

"Oh, you know you liked it," Serathin replied, his cognitive ability starting to regain its usual clarity as a big smile framed those saber teeth. "Why else would you have brought me here to begin with?" As Steven chuckled and asked Nizzbit if he could find something to clean himself up he noticed that Serathin had shifted his gaze over towards the fursuit in the corner. "Oh yeah... I was on my way to donate that, do you think I still have time to get it to the auction before it closes?"

"I think that they're closed for the night," Nizzbit replied, Steven watching the former wearer of the rather expensive suit look at it like it was nothing... which was somewhat true given he had the real thing now. "You can always do it tomorrow though, or I can put it in there yourself. I'm not sure whose going to want a fursuit that's you."

"Let's not worry about that right now," Steven said, getting their attention as the tiger and draconic sabrewolf looked up at him. "The night is still young and I could use some help getting the rest of our friends on-board so that we can really make this reveal of the stout a success. Serathin, do you need me to get you something to wear?"

"Nah, I'm able to be decent," Serathin replied as he gestured towards his groin where his maleness was receding back into his slit that was hidden by a thick tuft of purple fur. "Plus I'm not sure I can pull off stripper tiger as well as our mutual friend here." Nizzbit just stuck his tongue out in response and adjusted his shorts while Steven got back his own and his top on. Though he had a little trepidation of letting Serathin wander around completely naked there was little he could do about it, even if they ignored the wings that were on his back his tail was much thicker than the tiger's and probably would need special pants to keep up.

Once the three had gotten squared away they made their way out of the room they attempted to avoid the looks of those that were coming in to check on the noise and got back out onto the convention proper...

A few hours later the three had found themselves in the sponsor's lounge, a cup of the stout between each of them as they saw people lining up to get ready for the alcohol section to open. Since he was the mascot Steven and his friends managed to get a glass early so they could watch the show. Even though the drink didn't have the same transformative effect on them it was still good, which as they looked at he others that they had given an early sample to leaning back in their chairs with their own drink in front of them. Though the idea that they were all somehow had gotten much more realistic fursuits than before was staring to wear thin Steven knew that soon it wasn't going to matter.

"So what do you think you want to do after this?" Nizzbit asked as he took a sip from his glass, the three watching as the line started to move swiftly with many holding glasses of the same colored liquid.

"I'm down for whatever," Steven replied as he could see those that were at the front of the line and had already gotten their beverages were starting to groan and shift about, seeing fur and scales starting to sprout on their skin. "I think this party is going to be quite the rager though..."

The three of them just smiled as they clinked their glasses together at a job well done of promotion, Nizzbit taking another drink while Serathin had a few gulps before he set it down. It was clear that both enjoyed the state they were in and from the looks of it they were ready to make a lot of new friends as others started to transform more and more. Even those that were in the line seeing the changes happened continued to stand there, some growing even more eager than before as some saw Steven and waved at the mascot that had convinced them to come in the first place.