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Day 1 - Welcome

Three restarts. Wanted something like Goosebumps Horrorland or the hour special of Haunting hour or something. A set piece where multiple stories are told by a puppet master or something.

CW: size difference, bat pred, casual pred, attempted stealth vore, dormouse witness, ambiguous prey

[Start]

Cloe, a dormouse, didn't know what to think of the new neighbors. They're quiet. No one's heard a peep from them. They don't bother anyone.

When the movers came by and were bringing stuff in. She thought they were the neighbors. But the skunks and moles denied it. And they left too.

So then who are the new neighbors? Well, they always seem to just stay indoors during the day. At night, there is some strange noise like blankets being slapped on something.

One of the older ladies Cloe has over for cakes and tea. She insisted that it was flapping. Like wing flapping. She even made a mess by flapping her own wings.

That noise, the flapping, started ever since they moved in. During the day, hardly anyone could hear any flapping. But at night, it might as well be like setting off small ounces of gunpowder.

And here she lies in bed. Listening with her radar ears. It starts. It stops. Then it starts again. And sometimes. She swears there is some sort of chittering.

Finally she's had it and she wanders down to her front porch. Looking outside first before unlocking the door and opening it. Cold summer air somehow gives her chills through her fur. She brings a small flashlight with her as she walks over to the new neighbors house.

Slightly gothic themed. Whether because the building suffered a fire in the past. Or because the new neighbor likes black cherry wood.

Cloe pulls up her nightgown as she walks up the steps to the building's porch. Unlike her small home where the steps are easy for her to walk along. Here she has to perform a light hop between her steps. Lest she fall and injure herself.

With the light shining down on the steps. Cloe hop, hop, hops up the stairs until she reaches the door.

The massive, to Cloe, size of the porch and door make her cower and shiver while she looks around for some way to call her neighbors.

There is some muffled noise of sorts. Like a liquid slush and a yelp. Cloe looks around before remembering her flashlight. She goes horizontally from bottom to top, right to left, before stopping on a spot.

In a far upper right corner of the porch is a massive furry shape. Black fur and leather forming an ellipse or oval shaped mass.

There is a spurt of clear fluid dripping down from the mass that catches Cloe's eyes. She shines the light down from the shape before raising it back up.

This time the shape grew something. A head. The head is pointed downwards with a pair of kicking feet splattering saliva around with each twitch. A long tongue, almost a tentacle, sprouts out from invisible lips and curls around the pink feet. Pulling them in with a wet slurp, causing a swelling in the head. It's cheeks. And then there is a loud glurp as the swelling goes away.

The eyes open, amber tapetum lucidum looking at the dormouse before them.

"Oh. Pardon." A voice comes from the shape.

Cloe freezes as she is addressed to.

"Just uh. 'Welcoming myself to the neighborhood' somewhat." The voice continues before asking. "Can I help you?"

Cloe twitches as if awoken and shakily, vehemently, shakes her head side to side. "No. No."

She clears her throat and slowly takes a few steps back. "Please! I won't tell anyone!"

The shape extends itself out, revealing itself to be a black flying fox, and looks around in alarm. It reaches out towards Cloe but she shrieks and slips down the porch steps.

"Spare me!" She shrieks out.

Despite the fall she jolts back up and runs on all fours as fast as she can back home.

"Hmlmph. Welcome."

[End]

Day 2 - Admiration

CW: size difference, mawplay, FxF

[Start]

Alice moaned as her girlfriend doted upon her. Enjoying the feeling of paws through her fur. The constant massages, gropes, and other sensual touches that are given to her.

Alice was born blind. So she focuses and explores her world through her other senses.

Here, in safety with her girlfriend. She admires her strong rabbit. The smell of her fur when they are close. The feeling of languid strokes through her fur and along her ratty tail, feet, and hands. Hearing the breaths and heartbeat of another and larger being beside her.

Here, she relaxes and rests. Only waking when she feels soft and sensual suckling on her tail.

The gentle wet warmth starts with a lapping along her tail. Then a tunnel of heat that works its way up her tail, around her feet, and stops around her hips. Tongue grinding between her hips and sometimes trying to worm into her.

Alice gives out a loud groan as her girlfriend's tongue grinds roughly across her clit and under her tail.

A sudden suckle causes the wet heat to envelope past her hips and with a slurp she is pulled up to her chest. The tongue slaps across her chest and reaches for her face.

Alice obliges the tongue and curls as much as she can within the muzzle to nuzzle and kiss both lower lip and tongue tip.

With a slurp she is balled up and pulled into the mouth. Tumbling over and over until everything squeezes down on her. A loud swallow causes her to kick in instinctual fear.

Alice doesn't know how long she's been in here, bundled up in a ball. She feels ridges sometimes, then soft flesh encompasses her completely before she is back to the center of a cupping tongue. The stink starts to grow and get worse as she settles. Her fur is so saturated with saliva it's holding her down like a weighted blanket. Her breaths are ragged, both from the humidity and her positioning.

Suddenly the maw opens, allowing her to catch fresh air into her lungs. While the tongue pushes her out. She tumbles limply onto a cozy towel.

Gasping for fresh air and at the chill as heat evaporates from her exposed skin. She feels a section of the towel move up and over her as wide paws rub through the towel. The soothing touch helps warm her while the towel dries her.

She hears some sniffing and feels the suction of air through nostrils close to her face before a kiss plants itself right onto her lips.

"You need a bath now." Her girlfriend says as her lips leave Alice.

Alice giggles.

[End]

Day 3 - Sin

Inspired by guy8316

CW: macro german shepherd pred, post-vore mention, macro vixen pred, casual digestion

[Start]

Germa fiddles with her gloves, designed to prevent some species from leaving scents and claw marks, while Samandra waits for her to speak.

"Father." Germa starts. "I have a confession."

Samandra removes her hand from her mouth and gives a heavy swallow. She clears her throat before speaking.

"The Father isn't here right now. I can perform the hearing in his absence."

"Oh! Thank you sister." Germa says with surprise.

"Anytime." Samandra stifles a burp with a fist. "Whenever you want."

"Of course sister." Germa says.

"It began last Thursday when I was working with Tom." Germa starts.

"Little Tom?" Samandra interrupts.

"Yes. The same." Germa says with a nod before looking to a side of the booth to refocus her thoughts. "It started Thursday. When Tom and I were serving dishes to those less fortunate than us. Tom slipped in some of the batch and I cleaned him off."

"That doesn't seem to be sinful." Samandra interrupts again whilst licking her chops.

"Well." Germa hesitates. "I used my tongue."

"Oh?" Samandra inquires with relishing interest before collecting herself. "Such a sin."

Germa winces. "After that I couldn't stop thinking of it."

"Tell me in detail. And be free of sin." Samandra taunts.

Germa blushes as she thinks back. "I don't know if it was the food paste. The beans and bacon. At first. But I wouldn't stop licking him clean of it. Then I couldn't let him go."

Samandra listens with rapt attention, practically smashing her face into the mesh between the two sides of the booth.

Germa continues. "I took him away, under the guise that he still stunk. They all let me just walk away with him. Once I was in the clear. In the staff restroom. I opened my palms and looked at him as he looked at me. I must have started drooling because his face warped into worry. Then he looked as if he was going to scream."

"And you couldn't have that." Samandra whispers as she rests a palm against her abdomen for a moment before moving down between her hips.

"I was just so scared. So I crammed him into my mouth. His taste hit me again. Suddenly I was teasing him in my mouth. Rolling him around and looking at the mirror. Watching him bulge out a cheek or to see him when I opened my mouth." Germa presses her ears flat against her head and pants.

"You couldn't just let him go. You couldn't stop. You didn't." Samandra pants out lowly and huskily. Slipping fingers underneath her waistband and between her legs. She fiddles with her clitoris while Germa continues.

"Before I knew it. I was opening my mouth one more time. Just so I could it happen. Seeing him disappear as I swallowed. And so I did." Germa says before going silent. Nose twitching as she thinks she smells her own arousal.

"So you did." Samandra says as she teases her vulva apart with her index and ring finger, dipping her middle into herself. The vixen begins to pant.

"I didn't stop with him either." Germa further confesses.

"Continue." Samandra says, stopping only to hear what Germa also has done.

"Yesterday." Germa starts anew.

"Yesterday?" Samandra asks, an ear pointing in Germa's direction. Her brain processes Germa's words in the background while plunging three fingers into herself.

"One of the new members. I think his name was Tim." Germa says, fiddling her fingers as if they were in a fingertrap.

"Tim. Tim." Samandra says to herself, slowly her masturbation to think. She recalls a shy young 'boy'. A tiny male who just turned 21 and joined almost a week ago. Tim Tam. Her little biscuit.

"He said he needed help. And after, Tom." Germa says with hesitancy. "I helped him into the food larder."

Samandra listened closely, almost forgetting she had a hand in her cooch.

"He slipped and I moved to catch him. But I just saw an opportunity. And I took it." Germa says, almost in tears.

"So you let him fall down your throat." Samandra groans out aloud for the german shepherd as her genitals squeeze like a vice around her fingers.

Germa stops talking and tries to look through the mesh. But her nose tells her what she cannot clearly see.

"Sister!" She exclaims.

"No greater sin than yours." Samandra finishes as she withdraws her hand. She uses her own love juices to circle her stomach before bringing her finger to her mouth and kicks them clean.

"No one but me and you in here Sister. Isn't that right. Father." She says with a look and a pat to her abdomen.

[End]

Day 4 - Hole

Was thinking of a jail escape based off of one of Strega's works. Decided on a slightly more unconventional sort of hole.

Had a thought that is less vore related during writing. Using a portal gloryhole to service a normally too small or too large individual. Guess it could be vore related. With a large enough portal. Hope the work below suffices.

CW: genital vore (unbirth, implied portal, female crow pred, male mouse prey

[Start]

Jonas woke up in a fright on the cold cement of the sidewalk. He shivers and crawls weakly, looking around for anything. His hands brush a metal ring.

Drunk and curious, he fiddles around with the ring. It's no larger than his body on all fours.

Despite the addlement of alcohol prior, his nimble pink fingers find a switch and the metal gate opens. It unfolds like a paper fan and then a bright light floods the gate.

Jonas winces and looks away but his hand doesn't meet anything when he tries to bat away the light. Instead he sinks through, hand first, into the portal. He gives a yelp as his weight pulls him through.

On the other side is warmth. Almost too hot. And it smelled. But Jonas just cared for the warmth with his lower waist out in the cold.

He pulls his legs and tail into the warmth. His clothes feel restricting so he peels them off and tosses them into some unknown corner on the other side of this hole.

It never occurs to him that the only light is coming from the hole he has entered through. Nor the amount of wet humidity that is sticking now to his fur. Even after the hole closes shut, all he cares about is the warmth around him. Safety from the cold.

Soon the light fades as the hole seals shut.

<Z>

It is morning when a female black bird groggily climbs out of her bed. Her movement causes a fluttering to happen in her abdomen, above her hips but below her sternum.

She gives a slight gasp as she rubs the area. Feeling out a slight bulge, a presence she can make out with bleary eyes. She giggles as she feels out the shape: hands, feet, head, a tail.

Jane laughs at the tickling sensation and begins to trace out the shape of her womb around the small bulge. The crow gently pats the bulge and relishes in the bout of squirms her prey gives her.

"Mmm." She groans out before walking to her restroom.

"A toy for my day. I wonder how long this one will last." She muses aloud, not questioning how or why so many have managed to get into her home. Or into her.

[End]

Day 5 - Support

Thought of a darker tale of a transgender creature witnessing a parent eat their own transgender child out of anger for being transgender. And the transgender child tells their parents. Epilogue meant to be concluded with a parent eating another parent as a show of support. Did this instead.

CW: post-vore, survivor's guilt, bear pred, wolf pred

Inspired by BizzareBlue's work.

[Start]

Clairice is leaning on a wall, panting heavily as she weakly looks back. Seeing the elevator numbers rise. Her heart stops when she sees her floor number light up and pause.

She doesn't even wait for the elevator doors to open to start running again. Her legs burning, muscles rebelling, lungs heaving. She feels sick to her stomach.

"Whoa! Hey! Clairice!" The voice calls out.

It's her name that causes her to pause, to chance a look. And she breathes out a heavy sigh of relief at the sight of her ocelot friend jogging over to her.

Anna, the ocelot, looks at her friend with concern visible on her face. The mole looks like she might fall over and maybe not because of how tired she looked. Anna looks around and doesn't see anyone else minding them.

"Clairice, are you okay?" Anna asks cautiously.

The mole shakes her head and starts to break down crying, surprising Anna. She wastes no time catching the mole and picking her up. Carrying her in one arm and using the other to unblock the door. She walks into their apartment, sparing another quick look around to make sure no one was watching them before closing the door and locking it.

<Z>

"Clairice? Can you tell me what happened?" Anna asks.

Since bringing in the mole, taking a shower, putting on a show, and cooking some food. Anna finally has time to attend to the mole in a capacity other than offering safety and comfort.

"Your shirt didn't work." Clairice says with a sniffle.

"What?" Anna asks as she looks at the nude mole's top.

"Me and my sister were having a night out. I thought wearing your shirt would keep me safe. Us all safe." Clairice begins. "But this bear and wolf. They just laughed and scooped us up into their popcorn bucket. I don't know if anyone saw anything. But no one tried to help."

Anna looks over Clairice and gives the mole's shoulder a rub, letting her continue at her own time.

"We were all huddled in there. One by one they would pull a random one of us out. In the bucket we could hear the cries for help. The suckling and slurping. Sometimes they held one of my sisters up like a mistletoe and kissed under her. Before kissing with her within their mouths. Tongue wrestling until with a gulp my sister was gone. I was the last one." Clairice breaks down again.

Anna pats her back, unsure of what else to do. Getting up to leave and make some soothing tea. When she comes back with a bowl of some food, a mix of legumes and protein, Clairice continues.

"The wolf reached in, I was afraid that all I could do was tremble. He. She. The bear taunted me. Saying that if I wanted protection I should have had the scent of a much larger predator on me. They tore off my shirt and the wolf was going to feed me to them but a rabbit came over and distracted them. I bit onto the wolf's finger and they ended up flinging me away." Clairice says as she takes the bowl and eats a spoonful. Bliss covers her face before she continues yet again.

"Not very far. When I looked up I saw the bear cramming the rabbit into their mouth while the wolf began stalking towards me." Claircie takes a sip of tea. "I ran and ran. I kept running until I got here."

"And then I found you. Outside." Anna finishes.

Clairice nods and starts slaking her thirst and hunger. She mumbles and groans in approval at the tastes as if she were starved. Anna watches her before eating her own food.

"As long as you know you're safe here." Anna comments and gives Clairice a hug.

[End]

Day 6 - Competition

CW: bear pred, wolf pred, multiple prey

[Start]

"I bet you can't eat a whole rabbit." Archie taunted Beary.

"Shut it bear." Beary growled back.

Archie, a black bear, and Beary, a great grey wolf, are sitting in a mall food court. While both try to act as if they aren't out of place. It is hard for anyone around to miss the two obvious carnivores, predators really, out in the open space.

Most have gone home already with hunting hours being so near. A few stragglers are hanging around in large groups. Others appear to be already making calls for a quick getaway. Only a rare few, like porcupines, leisurely stroll about.

The wolf and bear have been stalking and talking. Not being too obvious, the wolf has been keeping an eye on the clock. Eager to start with the hunt.

"Small group by table six." Archie says while looking down at a phone in hand.

A souvenir from a past hunt.

Beary feigns stretching and leans back with eyes squinting shut. Catching a sighting of said group.

Friends and family, moles and ground squirrels. A small group full of plump rodents.

The wolf has a hard time looking away.

"You're drooling." Archie points out while the phone beeps.

"2 hours till 8pm." Flashes across its screen.

Beary has a hard time sitting still. Paws tapping on floor and table before getting up and going to a nearby food vendor.

The goose behind the counter cowers as the great grey wolf walks up to their stand.

"A large popcorn please." The wolf growls.

The goose honks. "W-wolf? Or larger?"

Beary growls and takes out their wallet. Slapping the largest bill they have down on the counter. "Bear."

The goose nods eagerly and rushes to grab a bucket large enough to hide in.

Beary turns around and leans on the counter. Lazily watching the group of rodents at table six continue on, seemingly oblivious to everything around them.

The goose hoists the popcorn container onto the countertop and takes the bill. Counts the money and places the change near the wolf.

Beary looks at the remainder of their money and pushes it back to the goose. Swiping the bucket and holding it like a basketball between their mitts while walking back to Archie.

Archie looks up at the smell of popcorn. Raises an eyebrow but doesn't ask anything.

"Eat some. Fast." Beary says.

"Excuse me?" Archie whispers out.

"I want rodent and this bucket is too full." Beary replies, speaking nonchalantly.

Archie looks around but doesn't see anyone appearing to be listening or slightly concerned of the wolf's implications.

"Alriff." Archie says while stuffing a pawful of the popped corn kernels into their maw.

In a matter of seconds, half of the bucket is empty. At which Beary grabs the bucket away and begins to saunter over to table six.

In the amount of time it took for Beary to make up his mind, get popcorn, and have Archie finish half of the bucket. A few of the food stands have shut down for the night. The few with lights still on are empty of any workers. Leaving Archie and Beary the perfect change to snap up the small group.

"Hello ladies." Beary says with a wide and toothy grin. "Lovely evening. Isn't it."

The group of moles and ground squirrels stop their chatter and look at the wolf. Their mood instantly changes from cheery and bright to frightful and dark.

"What do you want? Wolf." A feisty member of the group demands.

"Well." Beary says while feigning to check their claws. "I was hoping to ask if any of you wanted to accompany me to the movies. But now I think I'll take you all."

The feisty member stands up and looks like she might try to start something when Archie stomps up behind her. Blocking off the other side of the group's table. The group looks between the wolf and bear. Before any can shriek Archie grabs a handful and shoves them into their mouth.

Beary takes the stragglers that try to run and stuffs them into the popcorn bucket. Careful to place the flimsy cardboard lid shut after.

Archie and Beary chortle with one another as they walk to the movie theaters. Beary shaking the popcorn bucket to thoroughly season its contents. The shaking also serves as a nonverbal threat for the leftovers within to keep quiet.

Within one of the auditoriums, where a loud action film plays. Beary and Archie settle in their seats.

"Bet you can't eat them all during the movie." Archie challenges Beary.

Beary gives a pointed look at Archie but opens the bucket and reaches in. Pulling out a chocolate brown mole saturated in butter.

The mole barely gets a chance to look around before Beary shoves the rodent into their mouth and swallows. Opening their maw at Archie to show that the mole is gone.

"I said eat them all. Not swallow one whole." Archie says with a lazy wave.

"Why? The five you grabbed earlier fill you up?" Beary taunts and reaches over to give a slap to Archie's gut.

Archie winces and pulls back but shakes his head.

"You're the one who was complaining earlier." Archie fights back.

"So? I like to savor their flavor." Beary nearly shouts back.

Archie and Beary stare at each other. An usher walks in and flashes a light at the two but thinks twice before moving off and searching for any other trouble makers.

Archie and Beary break eye contact and settle into their seats.

"Bet you we can't finish the entire bucket before the usher gets back." Beary challenges.

"BJ if we can't?" Archie asks.

Beary gives a shrug while Archie grins and reaches into the bucket. Pulling up a couple of ground squirrels that refuse to let go of each other. Archie raises the two over his head, dropping popcorn onto the ground and opens his maw. One of the ground squirrels whimpers inaudibly but visibly shrinks and tries to kick away from the approaching abyss. Archie purses their lips around the lowest ground squirrel and uses their tongue to slurp in the other while swallowing.

The ground squirrel left out of the maw chances a look downwards and sees the other be pulled up and over the tongue. Falling down the throat until only their hand sticks out, grasped firmly with their own hand. They give a pull but cannot fight the strength of the bear's throat. Soon another swallow comes and that sucks them in as well. Greasy folds collapse and suckle on them. Their feet can feel the outside air disappear as the bear's tongue stretches around their exposed behind and pulls them completely in.

Beary watches as Archie essentially deepthroats the pair and then swallows them down. A bulge forming underneath Archie's jaw and traveling downwards. Not a breath escapes between Archie's lips. No hitching or sudden intake. Just gentle and calm regulated breathing.

Beary blushes and looks away before reaching into the bucket and pulls out a plump mole. This one is darker than the one before and nearly has a chance to escape as a sudden explosion from the film snaps Beary back into the action. They casually toss the mole into their mouth and swallow as their heart beats rapidly.

The consumption of the rodents continues like this. Beary the wolf swallows one. Archie the bear swallows two. Beary takes another one. Archie takes one and swishes it around to such off all the butter before swallowing. Beary takes out one and plays with it in their mouth before sending it down. Archie takes one out of the bucket using only their tongue and swallows it. Beary puts their entire face into the bucket and fishes out a mole, holding onto the back half and letting it flop around before swallowing it down.

Archie laughs and pulls Beary close to them, nearly knocking over the bucket. Beary tries to push themselves away but Archie's ursine strength renders their attempts useless. After giving up, Beary reaches into the bucket and plucks out another couple refusing to separate.

Beary takes the lowest one and inserts them feet first into their mouth. Beary raises the highest one to Archie, who looks down at the twitching nose and beady eyes of mole. Archie opens wide and lets the mole get a good glimpse of the interior before striking like a snake, engulfing half of the mole. Beary and Archie snake their tongue out to curl around their prospective prey, tongues briefly touching and swapping saliva before tugging each prey in.

Archie cranes down while Beary looks up and the two share a kiss. Only deepening and widening their kiss until the combination of wet heat weakened the grip of each prey's hand. There isn't any sound other than their combined glurps as each pred swallows their prey.

Beary pulls back and gasps for air while Archie chuckles.

"What's so funny?" Beary snaps.

"I won." Archie says.

Beary freezes but a sound from the bucket causes both to look at it. Beary removes the lid and looks in. Seeing a lone singular mole at the bottom, covered in popcorn.

"One more." Beary says with a grin and reaches in.

A bright light flashes on the two, causing Beary to freeze just as he is pulling out the mole.

[End]

Day 7 - Costume

CW: mock absorption, permanent entrapment, hare prey, fox costume pred

[Start]

Parker hated his job. He didn't understand his grandfather's obsession with foxes and kitsunes. For as long as he can remember, he's been brought into this store his grandfather owned. If he wasn't restocking he was cleaning. If he wasn't cleaning he was outside in a costume and a sign.

"Come to Yiu's. Where YOU can find a great discount." The sign would read.

Parker looked around the little tchotchke shop. He could see various statues, coin purses, clocks, pots, and items. All in the shape of a kitsune or with the iconography of a kitsune on it.

In the past, some classmates called his grandfather's store a 'shitty tourist attraction' as most of his grandpa's clients were foreigners or tourists. His grandfather even used his wife's last name for the shop. His grandfather's last name is Haverson.

The ringing of the door's bell wakes Parker from his thoughts.

"Excuse me. Are you Yiu's grandson?" A stoutly but curvy female fox approaches him and asks.

The female fox is wearing a somewhat tight fitting and modern cheongsam of silver and black coloring. A black sash goes across her waist, matching the silvery black makeup mask across her eyes and forehead. Her fur has a slight shine to it and she has white sock-like markings flowing down her arms and legs instead of the traditional red fox black. Her form is portly in a way, wide from chest to hips. Her fur belies her strength, something her toned abdomen gives a hint of.

Parker blushes and nods but doesn't say anything.

The vixen leans down, being three heads taller than Parker, and peers closely at him. Her eyes squint but Parker can make out their unusual purple coloring.

"Why bless me. You're a mute." The woman says as she leans back.

Parker looks away in shame but the fox brushes a finger down his muzzle and gently brings his gaze up to hers.

"Nothing to be shy about darling. We can't help how we are born." She says before lifting up a bag onto the counter. "Your grandfather ordered this from me. Can you make sure he gets it?"

Parler nods stiffly, a smell oozes from the bag that is both alluring and off putting. He catches a whiff and shrinks back from the bag.

"Thank you dear." The fox says as she saunters out of the shop.

Parker waits and watches her leave before looking in the bag. He finds a sealed letter addressed to his grandfather and a mask on top of a bundle. He puts the letter back into the bag and walks to the entranceway. Flipping the sign over to display that the store is closed for a lunch break and locks the door. He walks back to the bag and hoists it up, surprised at how heavy it feels, and carries it upstairs.

He sets it down on his grandfather's bed and goes to the nearby restroom to relieve himself.

Unknown to him, the bag tips over and spills its contents out. The letter slides on the wood flooring and under the closet door in his grandfather's room. The bundle unfurls, revealing itself to be a multi-tailed orange fox costume, as it falls onto the floor and the mask is buried underneath it.

The costume animates and starts moving across the floor. Almost slithering like a snake as it flows fluidly on the wood floor towards the restroom. Parker left the restroom door wide open. Allowing the empty fox skin to slide up behind him. It starts to lift itself until it's standing on two feet while he is washing his hands.

Parker looks in the mirror just in time to see a hollow costume, completely with a mask, stare back at him. He freezes and the costume seizes its chance, wrapping itself around the terrified hare. It completely covers him. Bloating out like a balloon as it slides itself over his face, arms, ears, legs, and tail.

Parker opens his mouth in a silent scream. His eyes wide with terror until the costume seals itself around him.

As the eye sockets line up with his own, he can only watch as the costume fits itself to his muzzle. His arms fill out and become its arms, the same happens to the rest of his body. When the suit's arms and head roam around its body, feeling and pinching any loose components to fit, his body follows.

When it, 'he' looks back up at the mirror and turns this way and that to check itself out. He notices that its pattern markings are similar to that of the lady, only the main color is orange. A more masculine version, as a jolt of pleasure erupts up his spine from a hand feeling over his sheath and inspecting his junk.

"That's better" a distorted voice comes out of the costume's mouth, its jaw motion controlling his.

Parker opens his mouth in shock. He, 'it' spoke. He tries to open his mouth but nothing comes out. It didn't fix him. The realization depresses him.

"Aw, don't be sad." It says again. "I have my own vocal cords. But your usefulness is coming to an end."

Parker panics at what it could mean. He tries to look left to right but his eyes have stopped moving under his direction.

"Don't worry. You won't go away. You'll always be here." The costume says while tapping itself. "Inside."

It seals its mouth and gives the restroom mirror a winning smile.

"No one will know. We are one. That makes us a hybrid now. A chimera."

[End]