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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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"Peter Curly, looking kinda girly, maybe it's time for another swirly!" Tag chanted as he and his cohort of idiots cornered the slender white feline in the halls.

"Come on Tag, aren't you a little old to be giving out swirly's still?" Peter hissed as the large charcoal furred Cane Corso and his brain donor friends lifted him bodily off the ground and carried him through the college halls to the nearest toilet. Of course, Peter tried to fight back, but he was no match for just one of these assholes, let alone three of the muscle-bound idiots. By the end of the day, he was still picking out bits of toilet paper from his now drying hair while he fantasized about getting his revenge on his bully. Tag had been a constant thorn in his side for the better part of a decade by this point and it didn't seem like that would be changing anytime soon.

Where Tag was gifted with broad shoulders, rippling muscles and height, Peter was short, slender and rather petite by comparison. With his clipped ears and docked tail, Tag cut an imposing figure, while Peter was scrawny with an unfortunately pert behind most women would kill for. The main reason he never let his hair grow long was because he often got mistaken for a girl from behind whenever he did so; considering he wasn't gay or even curious, he didn't appreciate random guys groping his ass. That wouldn't have been a problem for him normally, except, some part of Peter really enjoyed dressing up in women's clothing. At first it started just by dressing up in his twin sister's clothes when she was out the house, but it quickly became an intoxicating escape from reality and he needed more.

Things all came together one night when Peter stumbled upon the cons, where people from all walks of life dressed up as their favorite characters. Everything clicked into place that night, he could finally dress up and not stand out in a crowd. He had a naturally high-pitched voice along with rather feminine facial features, so it was easy to sound and look even more feminine if he really wanted to. He had recently gotten into anime and found he had a particular fondness for the French Maid outfits the servers wore in his now favorite anime series called "Sweet Cake Maids". In particular, the white cat girl with her long pink hair, Ayame, was his idol. She was so cute and flirty, not to mention she looked amazing in her French maid outfit.

It took weeks and months to get his costume arranged in secrecy, mostly because he didn't want his family to know what he was up to. As far as they were aware, he was just a run of the mill nerd that really liked comic books. In actuality, Peter had saved up money for a hotel room for the duration of the con coming to his city. He could come and go as he pleased, while having a safe place to stay and change without anyone being the wiser. As far as his parents knew, he was just staying over at a friend's place who lived closer to the con so they wouldn't have to waste time travelling to and from the venue every day.

The first con was amazing and he pulled off the outfit perfectly, he even got blue contact lenses to cover his natural green and brown heterochromia eyes so he matched the Ayame character perfectly. Along with a long pink wig to cover his short white hair, the look was complete, which made him look like Ayame had stepped out of the television and into the real world. With the addition of some makeup he had purchased and learned how to apply, thanks to online tutorials, he looked better than some of the real female cosplayers. Most of those however focused more on presenting their breasts and cleavage, where Ayame was a slender and somewhat flat chested character, which suited Peter perfectly. A simple bra with some minor silicon inserts and he had the perfect chest size for pulling off his Ayame cosplay, without being too uncomfortable. Peter, now Ayame, was so convincing that he even had other female cosplayers requesting to take photos with him and asking for advice. His costume had begun as a cheap slutty French Maids Halloween outfit, but again, thanks to online tutorials, Peter had taught himself to sew and adjusted it until it was a perfect replica.

The young feline had never felt so free and comfortable, even sitting in a group of strangers who all thought he was a woman. Con after con he explored the limits of his abilities, even managing to land himself on the front page of a small cosplayer magazine which was in attendance. Everything was shaping up to be perfect for AniConExpo, the biggest anime themed con that had ever come to his city. There was no way he was going to miss it; he had been saving for months to get a room as the con had driven the prices through the roof thanks to the crowd it attracted. Even Tag and his annoying friends bullying couldn't dampen Peter's spirits, the con was only a few days away and soon Peter wouldn't exist for a little while. Only Ayame would be there, he could leave the worries of his world behind, if only for a short time, but it was worth it.

Peter finally got to relax in his hotel room, after sending a quick text to his folks to let them know he had arrived safe and was settling in for the night. In reality, he was going to give his latest costume a test run downstairs as the con began to get into full swing. The latest season of Sweet Cake Maids had shown Ayame in some rather sexy looking full stockings and garter beneath her new and somewhat shorter frilly skirt. When she bent over a little, the underside of her pert buttocks was exposed in the typical fan service style, which just played into the characters habit of swaying her hips subconsciously and usually resulting in blood spurting from the nearest male characters nose. Of course, there was no way Peter could resist giving it a go. He had purchased the stockings and garter belt online, along with a similar frilly French maid skirt from an online S&M store. Due to the shorter skirt, the young and rather male feline knew he also needed something else to complete the new look, that something else came in the form of some rather confining jock strap underwear to hide his bulge more effectively.

With the new tight underwear on, Peter peered at himself in the full-length mirror as he lifted the front of his short skirt up and even he had to admit that it gave a very convincing appearance that he was in fact female. As uncomfortable as the restricting underwear was, at least they did admittedly look rather sexy and suited his outfit well. He had to admit, the silk stockings did feel quite luxurious against his legs and they really did highlight his shapely thighs and buttocks when combined with the high heels. Those had taken a lot of practice to walk comfortably in, after dozens of sprained ankles, Peter had new found respect for women that wore high heels and made them seem effortless to move around in. For the entire first week he tried it, his ankles, hips and lower back were murder. But now that he had learned how to be graceful and even agile in them, it wasn't quite so bad.

As expected, his usual crowd of con friends were collecting down in the main hall, his presence being greeted with a chorus of the typical uWu's and "Ayame-chan!". The flurry of attention never failed to cheer Peter up, especially when the others of his group fawned over the latest changes to Ayame's outfit he had made. What really made Peter feel good though, was that fact he had become part of what was considered to be the popular crowd; all the other cosplayers looked up to his group and aspired to be just like them someday. As the four of them strutted around the main hall, they were met with looks of both admiration and even jealousy.

There were even a few less than savory glances cast their way, like they were a delicious meal and there were hungry people about. At first it had felt strange to be desired by so many men, but now Peter thrived on the attention and even played into it a little. There was a strange sort of powerful feeling it gave him; he just couldn't help but flirt and tease the horny young guys and even some old enough to be his father. It was for this reason that Peter took a chance he really ought not to have, when he spotted a familiar large charcoal black coated Cane Corso in a sleeveless tank top and cammo patterned pants wandering the main hall and slobbering over all the various eye candy around.

Tag was there and he was soon staring at Ayame with obvious interest. Peter grinned, this was the perfect opportunity to get his own back on the arrogant prick, he would flirt and get the mutts hopes up, only to knock him down and reject him. Very subtly, Peter steered his group of cosplaying friends over to where Tag was standing and soon the large canine was surrounded by five of the most gorgeous women he had ever met. Of course, the cosplayers knew the drill, they had had to deal with horny guys often enough that they caught on to what Ayame was doing and played along. All the laughing and gentle touches really got Tag to think he was going to get lucky with at least one of the beauties, but as soon as he started to touch them back, they all flipped the script and acted disgusted with him. The look of disbelief and disappointment on Tag's face was priceless, he had been so close to scoring, only to be left blue balled at the last second.

Ayame wished her friends a goodnight, thanking them for assisting in her plan and deciding to call it a night. Peter doubted anything would trump that moment and he wanted to end the evening on a high note. By the time he entered the elevator and pressed the button for his floor near the top of the tall building, he was still laughing and having to dab tears from his eyes, being careful not to ruin his makeup. The slender white feline leaned against the back wall of the elevator and stared up at the mirrored ceiling, sighing in contentment as the doors began to slide closed on a great evening.

Just before the doors closed however, a large hand appeared between them and forced them back open again. Tag stepped inside the elevator and stared angrily at Ayame. The slender feline went wide eyed and panic flared in his chest; Peter pushed off the wall behind him and tried to dart past Tag and back out into public where he would be safe, but it was of no use. The large mutt simply grabbed the frilly bow at the center of his chest and forced him back inside the elevator while the doors slid shut ominously behind him. Peter growled when the large canine forced him up against the back wall of the elevator again before his large hands slipped under the short frilly French maid's skirt to grope at his backside. Tag wouldn't take no for an answer either as he forced his tongue into Peter's maw, it tasted of alcohol and weed. Great, the dumb mutt had been drinking, it wasn't like he had any brain cells he could afford lose to alcohol. No doubt the drink would only lower Tag's already very low inhibitions and level of self-restraint to subterranean levels as well, perfectly matching his IQ.

"Come on, get on your knees and suck it, you little teasing bitch" Tag eventually panted when he withdrew his tongue from Ayame's mouth. Peter balked and stared dumbfounded up at his bully, surely he couldn't...shit, he did. Tag unzipped his cammo patterned pants and exposed the thickest sheath the white feline had ever seen, with a healthy bit of shiny red flesh already exposed too. He wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out, instead his mouth just opened and closed a few times. Unfortunately, the drunk dumb dog took it as permission to shove his growing cock into the felines open muzzle, after pushing him down to his knees.

Peter wanted to scream, let Tag know he wasn't actually a girl, but that was kind of hard to do with what felt like a damned soft drink can thickness of mutt dick starting to stretch his jaw. It tasted uncomfortably salty, like licking the palm of his hand after working outside in the yard all morning on a hot summer's day. Again, he wished he was stronger, to at least push the dumb mutt back so he wouldn't go too deep. Not that it was making him gag, worryingly that wasn't seeming to be an issue, but more so he could stop Tag from going so deep and making it impossible to breath.

"Oh yeah, you're a good little cocksucker. Not many can take me that deep on the first go" Tag huffed and growled as he shifted his grip to Ayame's ears painfully. Soon he was starting to buck and thrust his hips into the unwilling felines muzzle, enjoying not having to hold back because a dumb bitch couldn't swallow his dick worth a damn for a change. This slutty little kitten was just made to be used and use her he fully intended to do. Tag at least had enough common sense to watch as the elevator climbed to the floor she had pressed, though he did leave it a bit late and nearly got caught tucking his still stiff prick back into his pants when the doors opened. The old couple getting on did give the kneeling Peter an odd look as he remained down on the floor and seemed rather obviously ashamed of something they had just been doing.

Should he ask them for help? No, they looked too familiar, he swore he knew them from somewhere. They could be friends of his parents, what if they told his folks what he was doing? They wouldn't understand, his father especially would be furious. Being an army man, he would never tolerate his son dressing up like a girl, let alone doing what he had just been doing, even if it wasn't of his own freewill. Tag eagerly and roughly ushered Ayame off the elevator, forcing her to guide him to her room and soon they were alone again, worryingly alone. Being the neat freak he was, all his stuff was packed away and the room was spotless, there were no signs to alert Tag who or what Ayame really was. Perhaps this was a good thing, he could just...finish what they'd started and then the large ebony furred mutt would leave, right?

"On your knees, slut" Tag growled out as he once again fished out his stiff prick. The spot where the cane Corso had gripped his arm so tightly while he was forced to lead the way still hurt, that wasn't even intentional, so there was no telling what Tag would do to him if he ever found out Peter was Ayame. Reluctantly, the white feline got down on her knees and parted her lips to let the canines thick prick fill her muzzle again.

Peter wrinkled his nose as he was forced to swallow Tag's prick once more, again he expected himself to gag on the thick cock, but he didn't. Tag noticed this too and was only too happy to use Ayame's unusual skill and lack of a gag reflex to his full advantage. Peter found his head being pressed back against the foot of his bed while Tag leaned down over him and hammered his hips into the feline's maw, forcing his cock down the little sluts throat. God he was glad he wore the special underwear to give him that Ken doll look down south. He didn't know why, but he could feel his cock wanting to grow and swell as Tag used his throat and muzzle like he owned it.

"Get ready, slut. You're about to get your cream!" Tag snarled as he began to buck roughly into Ayame's muzzle. Sure enough, Peter felt the first hot splashes against the back of his throat as the mutt hilted in his muzzle. At least he wouldn't have to taste his bullies cum when he was forced to kiss Tag's knot because he was so deeply hilted. By the time Tag eventually pulled back and out, Peter had to gasp for breath as his lungs were screaming for oxygen.

Good, he'd gotten Tag off, so hopefully now he would fuck off and leave him alone. Tag had taken up too much of his time already, he was missing so much of the con because of this asshole. Peter knew it was a strange thing to be angry about, not that he'd just been forced to suck another guy's dick, but that it had taken away precious moments from his con experience. Even if he had just been heading up to his room, Peter thought he could have gotten an early night to get an early start on the next day, instead he was here wasting time being abused by his bully in even more degrading ways than ever before.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, bitch. Get up on the bed and spread your legs like the good little slut you are" Tag growled down at Ayame. Peter's eyes went wide, surely he couldn't be serious? If Tag did that, the jig was up and he would be found out. Peter had to think fast or else he would be in a world of hurt.

"Wait, please don't. I'm saving myself for marriage" he pleaded in his most believable Ayame voice, even throwing in the pleading anime eyes for good measure.

"Alright..." Tag replied after a moment's thought, making Peter breathe a sigh of relief. His relief would be short lived however, when the large canine picked him up off the floor and tossed him over the edge of the bed on his belly. Before he knew what was happening, Peter felt the back of his frilly skirt being lifted before two thick fingers found their way under his tail and probed forcefully at his virgin behind. "I'll just use this hole, that way you can stay a virgin" the dumb mutt replied.

"What!?" Ayame squeaked out as the thick fingers began to pump in and out of his aching asshole, only being aided by Tag's spit as he snorted and hocked a slimy glob down onto his fingers to help prepare the struggling felines backside. Of course, Tag would be dumb enough to think that's how it worked; he should have guessed. But he couldn't do anything about it now, the dumb mutt was already adding a third finger and beginning to work him open. God his cock was so damned hard, why was it hard!? He shouldn't be enjoying this, being pinned down and fingered like some slutty hentai whore. Maybe he had gone a little too far into playing the part that he was actually starting to behave like Ayame?

"Ready bitch?" Was all the warning Ayame got before Tag aligned his tapered tip with her tiny little delicate flower. Goddamn! It felt like he had jammed himself down on a telephone pole when the stupid prick began to push forward and stretch his ass wide too. Ayame grit her teeth and whimpered as she took the large mutts thick phallus deep in her guts, her claws dug into the hotel bedspread and she even bit down on a nearby pillow. Or at least she tried to, Tag tutted and simply yanked it away from her. "Nuh uh, I want to hear you moan like the bitch in heat you are" he mocked and started to withdraw from under her tail slowly.

It wasn't any easier on the second thrust, it still felt like the large dog was trying to force a fire hydrant under his tail with every stroke. But he was still rock hard in his special underwear, why!? Ayame mewled and groaned uncontrollably as she was butt fucked by the large dark furred canine, she just couldn't help it. Tag lapped it up too, he loved every little sound she made as he used the entire length of his cock to breed her backside. God, he loved these slutty con chicks, they did shit the girls back in college wouldn't. Just like now, first day meeting this cute little snow furred slut and he was already balls deep up her ass! That would have taken at least four months and spending a lot of cash to win over a normal chick enough to let him do that with her.

Ayame couldn't stop whimpering and mewling as Tag hammered his thick cock in and out beneath her twitching tail, his nails dug deep into her hips as he gripped and held her in place firmly. Peter could feel the dumb mutts slobber dripping down over his back and soaking his outfit while the large canine deflowered him unknowingly, his cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment too as he felt how hard his own cock was. The front of his special restraining underwear was practically soaked with all the precum he was dribbling while Tag unwittingly ground his thickness along Peter's prostate continually. God he needed to cum so bad, but he couldn't risk touching himself yet. His only hope was for Tag to finish and leave soon, or by some miracle for something to happen that would let him finish without needing to touch himself. Until either instance happened, Peter was stuck in the pleasurable tortured limbo he found himself in.

Neither would be an option as Peter soon found out, when the dumb prick began hammering at his asshole harder and harder. Soon it became apparent why, when he felt his little pucker being forced to stretch wider still as Tag began trying to work his knot into Peter. Thankfully, Peter's tail hole was too tight and too small, no matter how hard the Cane Corso tried, he just could not force his knot into the felines behind. Not that he needed to in order to finish at least, that wonderfully snug and hot little backdoor was more than enough to get him off a second time. With a final snarl and a rough grinding of his knot against Peter's aching asshole, Tag flooded Ayame's guts with hot white seed.

"Not bad, slut. Might have to come find you again tomorrow" Tag snorted as he ground the last of his cum into Peter's buttocks, having withdrawn from his pucker to instead wipe the remaining mess off between his rump cheeks.

Peter couldn't respond, he simply lay staring off into the distance as he listened to Tag get dressed again and finally leave his room. The feline lay motionless for a few moments, kneeling over the edge of his bed with his tail lifted and his bully's cum dripping from his abused and slightly gaped asshole. Peter couldn't believe what had just happened, with a slow groan he barely managed to crawl up onto his bed properly before rolling onto his back.

With growing curiosity, he pushed his restraining underwear down to reveal his cock was still rock hard and spitting strands of precum, now unrestrained, all across his lower abdomen. Peter closed his eyes and began to stroke his achingly stiff prick, trying to think of anything other than what had just happened, but he couldn't make himself climax. At least, not until he reached down with his other hand and gently explored his no longer virgin behind, as soon as he slipped two fingers inside himself, his cock erupted with a pearlescent shower of his cum. Soon his black clothing would be spattered like the night sky with small white dots as the young feline came harder than he ever had before in his life.

Peter lay panting in the middle of his bed, cum leaving from between his buttocks and his own seed spattered over the front of his skirt. He still liked girls; he knew that for a fact. But Ayame...maybe Ayame was really a slut that enjoyed sucking cock and taking it in the ass. The con had only just begun however, perhaps there was time to explore the new world which had just opened up to Ayame and really escape his reality for a little while.