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There were dozens of small towns that scattered the north east coast. They spilled over the small states gathered there and formed tight knit communities that boasted only a few small shops and sidewalks. They kept to themselves and enjoyed their lives as some formed towns that were devoted to fishing off the coast and others were small groups that held families that worked in larger cities but preferred the peace of a smaller town to live in. Where one knew their neighbors and when someone moved in, there was a large stir. The closed off towns didn't shun the outside world, nor did the outside world forget about them. Not when fall came and the trees started to boast riots of color at the turn of the seasons and their landscape was turned into a picturesque tourist spot. Everyone who could would show up to take pictures, enjoy the mild weather, eat lobster and stay in quaint inns.

Flir was no exception. The rabbit had scored enough days off he could take a trip, but not so many he could excuse one half way across the world. Instead he found Bridgeport, a small down that had only a few thousand residents and attracted a handful of tourists for the changing of the leaves. He had been enamored with the pictures of it and hadn't hesitated in securing a spot at a bed in breakfast the weekend of Halloween. He had vague plans that he could slip down to Salem on Halloween itself and partake of the massive party that would be going on in a town famous for witches and dark magic. Up until then he could see the sights, walk through the town and shop at a few of the family owned businesses that offered a wide array of items.

He'd even picked out a costume before he'd left for Halloween and was actually proud of the way it had come together. He'd spent several weeks online getting bits and pieces of a warlock outfit that he thought would fit just fine at Salem's festival. It only took him two days to realize that he would be one of nearly a hundred dressed in the same damn costume. Every shop had brochures and fliers advertising Salem's Halloween event and black cats, witches and warlocks abounded. It was nearly enough to make him want to scream considering how much time he'd put into trying to come up with a costume that would be both comfortable and have a chance at winning any sort of prizes.

"You can always get another." A rather lazy cat had drawled out as he complained out loud. "This time of year there are always a few shops offering costumes."

"Cheaply made costumes for twice the actual price and probably half made out of plastic or bad jokes." The rabbit pinned his ears back at the idea of showing up dressed as a giant bit of food or some other nonsense.

"Well, bigger towns, yeah. But we gotta shop here that opens up just for the Halloween season." The tabby pushed himself up and tilted his head. "You can go right down Market Street and look for the little shop marked Jinx's. It only opens up for a few weeks, but she's good at what she does. Buys some of the more obscure costumes and outfits and offers them up for sale. Never heard of anyone going there that didn't walk away happy."

"And likely for an arm and a leg." Flir muttered and flicked his spade shaped tail. "Thanks for the advice."

That was one thing he'd learned about the little town. It was expensive. He had a sense that the locals didn't pay nearly as much as he was asked for, but he had no way to prove it. They tolerated the tourists and that was that, but at least a shop that opened only a few weeks a year would be more eager to make a sale. They'd be more willing to bargain instead of giving him a price and wanting to stick to it. At the worst it would be another dime shop that bought up cheaply made costume sets that he had seen at every Halloween Shop he'd ever been in.

As it turned out, he passed the shop three times before being able to find it. He'd been expecting one of the neat little store fronts that lined the sidewalks with bright signs painted on windows or hanging over doors. Jinx's Costume Shop was pushed back away from the other shops on the edge of a corner with only a small eight by eight sign in the corner of one window advertising that it was even a business. It looked more like a little cottage then somewhere he would go to make a purchase. There was nothing in the windows to show off costumes for sale or the gaudy black and orange colors that most Halloween shops favored. In other words, it was likely going to be a massive flop for him. He had to draw in a breath and brace himself before pushing open the solid wood door and pray this wasn't going to be a waste of his time.

The moment his foot paw touched the smooth wooden floor he felt taken aback and nearly speechless. The sharp scents of rubber and leather assaulted his nose as he entered the front room to the soft chime of bells and had to squish to one side to avoid the racks of clothing that had been situated to pack the space available. The entire area that should have been the living room had been cleared away and the walls were lined with hooks that multicolored shirts and outfits hung from. Belts were placed against one wall while shoes were on another. In every style imaginable and every shade that the eye could see. The metal racks gleamed silver in the midst of the color and he had to turn sidewise to edge through them.

"Don't worry about knocking things over. Happens all the time." A bright voice chirped out from somewhere in the mess. "Just come towards the front and I'll help you out!"

Flir licked his lips slightly and peered at the closely packed racks and sighed. Well at least it looked promising, the clothing certainly wasn't bought from some Asian country. He had gotten part way there when a bright eyed vulpine muzzle emerged from behind a heavy leather shirt that looked as if it was designed for a superhero costume. Her eyes were bright green and a leather witches hat was perched precariously on her head.

"Ahh.. Jinx then?" Flir suddenly felt nervous under her bright eyed watch. "I was told you sell costumes here through the holiday."

"Of course I do! I'm rather good at it, actually." The fox pushed some shirts out of his way so that he was able to struggle to a cleared section in front of a counter and a set of doors. "I take great pleasure in finding the perfect costume for people that visit me. No one has ever left unhappy."

"Oh.. ah.. well that's good. I was hoping that I could find something at this short of notice." He glanced around and frowned a bit. Nothing seemed to be made of cloth. Gleaming latex, flat powdered rubber and tanned leather looked back at him at every turn.

"Mmm well it is short notice, but I've been holding back a few outfits as you can see." The fox's slender muzzle parted in a sly smile and she flicked her fingers towards the racks behind the counter. "Nothing here will break or be torn. It's near impossible to destroy no matter how hard you play. They're flame resistant and easily cleaned after hard use. Though, I suppose, the material is unique."

"I can see that." Flir stared for a long moment at what looked like a set of tight latex pants. "Uh.. well I was hoping for a costume that-"

"Not here, m'dear." The vixen's tail flicked behind her, the brushy appendage danced upon the floor. "I don't believe in letting people fumble through my merchandise. The best bet is for you to put yourself in my capable paws. I pick out the costumes I know will show you off to your best ability. They're extraordinary outfits and I've worked with them long enough to know what will suit a person and what will not."

"I'm pretty sure I can-" Flir started to say when the fox moved a paw behind his back and gave him a shove.

"-trust me. Yes you can. I promise you, you can trust me completely." Her words were cheerful as she interrupted him and he found himself propelled towards the counter.

The rabbit was confused and slightly overwhelmed with the cheerful vixen. The clothing she wore was simple enough, a leather vest that had been zipped up to push her pale cleavage up and a loose leather skirt that barely came to her mid thighs. She was shorter than he was. She wasn't that intimidating, but she took control of the situation. He couldn't seem to find a polite way to interject his own desires into the mix. Every time he opened his mouth she silenced him with a cheerful chirping voice as he was turned about and measured. Not even his attempts to tell her what he was looking for garnered any results. In fact, it seemed to just make him feel foolish as she dismissed them with perfectly sound reasons.

"Try this one, it's been begging for someone to wear it. I think it should fit you admirably with a few adjustments." The vixen ended the conversation by spilling a length of latex into his paws.

"Wh-what?" Flir picked the outfit up and his ears flushed hotly as the material spilled between his paws to reveal a skirt. A long heavy one that would likely hit him at the knees and pleated.

"It's a kilt." Jinx wrinkled her nose up slightly and her eyes glittered as if she were restraining laughter. "Surely you know what one is."

"Ah- y-yes I do, but I don't think this would be what I would look best in.." The rabbit glanced at her nervously.

"Try it, you'd be surprised. I think it'll arrange itself to fit you quite neatly." The fox gestured. "No need to take off your clothes, I think it can just be slipped over them.."

"Ah, no no thank you. I'd better just try it on." Flir's ears burned at the idea of standing in the middle of the shop wearing what was effectively a skirt.

"Well, suit yourself. You'll go in there." The vixen gestured with one paw towards one of the doors behind the counter. "Let me know when you're set."

"Thank you." Flir gave a little bob of his head as he made as dignified a retreat to the room as he could.

He felt, uneasy. He felt off center. Something about the chattering and forceful personality made him unable to argue with her. He tried, hell, in any other shop he would have dismissed a pressured sales person and got what he wanted. Now, he was shoved into a small cubical and putting on a skirt. Or kilt. It didn't really matter, he wasn't going to spend good money on it, that was for sure! He'd try it on, make up a reason why it wouldn't work and leave. He'd just have to suffer through his other costume and be one of the crowd.

With that decision made he felt more relaxed as he stripped off his clothes, everything save his underwear and untangled the kilt. It was long, very long. In fact, he had no idea what the hell he was doing as he tried to wrap it around his waist. The gleaming black latex caught against his fur oddly while he wrapped it around three times and tried to shove the edge of it under the band. He stuffed and struggled with it, but no matter how he tried it kept slipping free. The fabric wanted nothing to do with being locked into place and there were no hooks or buttons that he could use to secure it. Who the hell designed this thing? It was the most impractical, the most idiotic...

As he cursed with trying to fit it together, his paws pulled the edge hard enough that it shoved right against his side and suddenly the outfit tightened. The latex squeezed around his waist and seemed to ripple with muscles that it should not have had. His paw gripped the loose edge, but it pulled itself free. He stared down with a scream as the black gleaming latex melted into the material that was wrapped around him. The sharp corner disappeared and flowed outwards. He reached down and tried to use his nails to pry up the edge as the kilt tightened and began to feel warmer. It flowed, but not like simple fabric, it seemed to grow warmer and melt along the fur of his hips. The layers that had been wrapped around him pulled in on each other as he tried to pry them off. Terror rose up in him as he couldn't yank it down past his hips, it was too tight! It wouldn't stretch!

"Oh dear, you do seem to need help, don't you?" Jinx's voice was an amused murmur and the door opened while he was leaned back against one wall and yanking frantically at the shifting stuff.

"It's stuck! Get it the hell off me!!" Flir's voice rose up in a near shriek as he watched as a thick strand started to form along the band of the kilt and started to push upwards.

"I'm afraid I can't." The vixen's tail gave a slow wag back and forth. "It likes you, but it isn't what it should be. It isn't what you should be. So it's going to change that. It's such a strange material."

"It shouldn't be thinking at all! GET IT THE HELL OFF ME!" The rabbit's eyes bulged as another tendril formed and the dark latex pulled upwards and spread along his stomach lower chest.

The vixen padded in with her hips swaying slightly to a music only she heard. Jinx didn't look surprised or even upset that the material was spreading over his chest and the edges of the kilt was flaring out. It moved and tightened in places that nothing should touch. Nothing that was inanimate should have a mind of its own, but the latex did. The fox reached him and wrapped a hand around his arm before yanking him forward. He stumbled slightly just as the tendrils thickened and blossomed over his chest. The tendrils rolled up the line of his spine so he could feel the inquisitive touch pushing and caressing along the line of his spine. He wanted to reach back to smack it away, but Jinx gripped his other arm and turned him towards the full length mirror.

"Please, stop it!" He managed to get out and stared at his own stiffened body. The outfit was no longer containing itself to his waist. Strands and tendrils reached out hungrily to twist and wrap around his limbs.

They were like vines that crept up along gates, except the tendrils were latex and only started out thin. The slender tips trailed down along his lower calf and moved towards his knee before the base of them thickened and rolled over his fur in a hot clinging wave. He could feel them wrapping along his back as it felt as if he were being eaten alive by them. The grip of the material squeezed and contracted as he tried to yank his arms free of the vixen's hold. Her bright green eyes were avidly watching him as he struggled to get free of her. She was strong, too strong! No matter how he yanked forward he was dragged backwards into position to watch his own transformation.

"Poor thing.." Her voice was a soft purr in his ear and her lips nearly brushed against the edges. "Don't struggle. Why are you struggling? You came here for a costume like no other and that is what we shall offer you."

"Please.. I didn't ask for this. I didn't.." Flir swallowed roughly and the black twisted over his arms and flowed along his shoulders. The darkness inky black as soon he realized that it had devoured his legs entirely. The latex moved and spread along his foot paw and spilled between his digits so they disappeared into the liquid like warmth.

"Watch yourself, watch it move, watch it change." Jinx's voice was soft, but intense. "Watch how it wants to make you into something else entirely. Is that not the way Halloween should be? You should be something you are not, something that wouldn't be recognized, something to hide yourself and experience a new life, a new world, a new self..."

Flir whimpered and wanted to open his lips to answer, but dozens of inky black tendrils reached up and started to wrap around his muzzle and spread upwards. He could see them writhing as they touched his fur and then spread outwards to swallow the pale tan fur. They were everywhere, a seeking hesitant touch that brushed against him and probed. Others twisted along his neck and started to wind their way down all the way towards his paws. It was seemingly never ending as it began to thicken along his chest. He wanted to be terrified, he wanted to run, but Jinx's voice was teasing and soft in his ear. The playful words refused to leave him be. They refused to offer him a chance to fall into the panic that was rising.

Why should he be afraid? Wasn't this Halloween, a time of change and deception? Why wasn't he watching the latex as it moved over him? The latex twisted and caught the light as the tendrils formed and merged with the whole. An ever changing shape that covered his body and spread along his muzzle. The panic that he felt started to slide away as he watched the movement of the latex wrapping itself along his head. The darkness seemed to chase away the tan fur slowly and steadily. It drove it away and replaced it with glistening black that caught each shift of the light. He felt enamored with it, enamored with the voice that spoke softly about the desire for change he should feel. The desire for his body to be made a vessel for a costume that would be unlike any other. Didn't he want to have a costume that would stand out from the rest?

"Don't you wish to be made into something that will be admired and envied?" Jinx's hands released his arms and they fell down to his side. "This will make you into something new and bright."

"I want to be envied..." Flir slurred out and as his lips parted the tendrils flicked inwards.

The latex invaded his maw and spread itself along the roof of his mouth before coating over his tongue. The invasion was startling, but he wanted it, didn't he? He was sure he wanted it. Jinx had told him how much he wanted it. It sounded so reasonable. He let the latex spread itself into his muzzle and a wave of it spilled upwards and over his eyes. The darkness engulfed him completely as the constricting heat claimed his head. Flir's breath came out in short gasps as he tried to calm the panic that rose up at feeling smothered, constricted, imprisoned. The latex only kept him in that moment of terror for the span of a few heartbeats until it thinned and he blinked his eyes rapidly as he looked at the world with a strange rainbow haze.

It nearly broke the hold on his mind, but the vixen's hands called him back to it. They brushed right over his chest and trailed downwards to run towards the curve of his belly. He sucked in a breath and trembled as the sensation was more than simply pleasurable, it was intoxicating. They trailed over the latex which seemed connected with his nerves. It wasn't a touch that was blocked by fabric, but one that touched deeper and roused him to pressing into them. The finger tips swirled in circles over his chest while his breathing came out in short hard pants. They felt hot, too hot, but it didn't stop the pleasure that made his loins tighten in anticipation. He didn't know what he was anticipating, but he wanted it. He wanted it in a way that was almost painful.

Flir let out a soft groan as the fingers curled into the latex and pulled against it. He pushed back against Jinx's body as she whispered softly into his ear, the soft words teased through him. He didn't hear them and comprehend them, he just took them in as they murmured to him. They dragged him deeper into the strange haze of pleasure and desire that the touch roused in him. He wasn't panicked, how could he panic? As long as she kept touching him, that's all that matter. That's all he cared about. The hands mounded latex and gathered it up along the palms as the finger tips squeezed downwards. The rabbit didn't pay attention to what was actually being done, all that he knew was that he was grinding and shifting his hips back against the fox's without shame.

The only thing that shocked him past the pleasured haze that had grown was the feel of the tendrils twisting beneath the edge of the kilt. They moved upwards while the kilt itself pulled upwards and seemed to blossom out. It gathered up on itself forming a skirt that barely brushed against his upper thighs while the tendrils beneath it tore and peeled his underwear off. They fell down leaving the only patch of bare fur left to him exposed. Flir jerked forward slightly and pressed into the hands on his chest in shock.

"Shhh oh lovely one, don't you want to become what you should be? Don't you want to become something else for Halloween or are you so afraid that you'll deny the pleasure offered?" Jinx whispered into one of his ears and squeezed his chest intimately.

The rabbit shuddered and went still as the kneading touch pulled and pressed the mounds that the latex had formed on his upper chest. The soft breasts had been created by the latex filling out the flesh of his chest. Jinx seemed to know how to coax it into knew shapes. Her fingers trailed and the outline of lace formed just at the midsection of the breasts. The latex tightened and the rabbit let out a hoarse groan as the material formed cleavage that was pushed up tight and high as if they were offerings on a plate. Flir trembled and arched his back a bit more while the tendrils twisted and spread between his legs.

It was an intimate touch as the heated latex flowed and slipped along the outside of his sheath. The warmth of it slipped to either side and one tendril coiled down beneath his balls. They wrapped around them and squeezed so that he felt the pressure growing, but it was painful, it was just that side of pleasurable. His body started to shake as he felt the glistening black material slipping not only against his sheath by pushing into it. The tendrils invaded the pouch and reached down to wrap around his hardening shaft. They clung and squeezed around his cock while his breath caught in his throat. He'd felt fingers, tongues and lips there, but nothing so intimate or agile as the slender tendrils.

"You enjoy it's touch don't you? It's so easy to fall into the enjoyment and pleasure. Everything about it knows what you want and is so eager to prove that it knows how to make you react..." Jinx's fingers trailed downwards over the sweep of Flir's stomach.

"Y-yes.." He slurred out and blinked his hazed eyes a few times as he stared at the mirror.

The skirt had risen outwards and formed a tight dress that clung to him. No, her? Flir blinked slowly at the firm breasts on her chest, but at the same time she could feel the tendrils suckling and clinging around her hardening shaft. The edges massaged and pulled around it until inch by slow inch it engorged and firmed up. The forming dress hid the hardness, but she could feel it and feel the way the heated shifting latex oozed down to trail just between her ass cheeks. It changed things, it shifted them and drew her nerves into a position that she was feeling them react in places she shouldn't have had sensations at. That she shouldn't have been able to feel.

The vixen's hand moved down and slipped below the fullness of the skirt that had once been a kilt. Her fingers trailed along the latex covered leg and Flir whimpered out and leaned her head back. Her body felt on fire with lust. Her stomach was tensed and ached with it. She wanted nothing more then to grind up into the touch as it trailed higher up towards her cock. At least, that's what she thought it was going to. She expected to feel the hand wrap around the hardened spire, but it didn't reach that far. Instead the fingers curled upwards and slipped between her thighs. They pressed upwards and the rabbit let out a high pitched cry of shock and pleasure as they pushed inwards.

Not just to press against the latex, but she felt the fingers pushing into her body. The sensation was overwhelming and unexpected. Her ears flattened down against her head with a squeak of latex against latex and her hips shuddered. Walls she had never possessed clenched down around the fingers as the vixen slipped them in and out slowly. The movements weren't fast enough to overwhelm her, they moved purposely to make sure that Flir knew what was happening as she was penetrated and caressed. And her body was all too eager for the sensations. Her hips rocked and pushed forward sinking the fingers in deeper while her legs started to feel weak. Only the vixen's hands around her waist kept her firmly upright so that she didn't end up dropping.

"You are such a lovely little maid, so eager and responsive. So ready..." The vixen's tongue flicked out to run along her latex neck making Flir cry out softly.

She was read, she wanted this. She was a lovely maid. She stared at her own costumed form in the mirror. A gleaming black rabbit with the outline of a maid's outfit clinging to her body and one of Jinx's paws slipped beneath the skirt. The other arm pressed just beneath her full soft breasts. She wanted to feel more, feel it deeper. Her legs shifted apart and one finger soon became two as another wedged and spread her open. Her walls clenched down and suckled around them as they plunged in deep before sliding outwards. It stimulated her overly sensitive nerves to the point that she was breathing in harsh shallow pants. Her eyes slightly glazed as she no longer cared to watch herself. All she cared about was making sure the fingers didn't stop exploring her.

Jinx's thumb slipped to one side and brushed up against a point that she had assumed was her still hard shaft. Instead it fluttered over a swollen nub that sent her back arching. Her breath caught in her through as the thumb flickered back and forth and swirled in a circle. The rabbit squeezed her eyes shut and the fingers plunged in deep, almost too deep while her walls tried to contract around them. The movement of the thumb proved too much and pushed her over the edge. Her entire body went still as her heart beat pounded in her ears and throbbed through her entire body at the rush of pleasure.

A low cry was torn from her throat as she milked and pulled at the fingers, her body pulsing with the peak of her passion. Her legs pulled closed to hold the finger there, afraid that it would draw away and stop the glorious feel that made her suck in short shallow breaths and whimper them out helplessly. She didn't care that she wasn't supposed to be a female or that she was trapped in clinging hot latex, all that mattered was the pleasure that it was bringing her. All that mattered was that the pleasure didn't end. She never wanted it to end.

"Oh, my dear, I doubt it will ever end for such a reactive little thing such as yourself." Jinx murmured into one of her ears. "I think I might just keep you."

The fingers curled deep inside of her and gave a light caress that forced another cry from her lips before she stilled. Her body pressed back intimately against the fox and one of the furred hands reached up to cup one of her breasts. She wanted to protest and argue. Or, rather, she knew she should argue and protest. She couldn't. Even with the last edges of pleasure still riding her body, she wanted to know how she could get more. She wanted to know how she could feel the fingers slipping back into her quivering passage.

Jinx had certainly delivered.. It was a costume like no other.