Casting Call
Casting Call
By: DSvid13 ([email protected])
(This story contains fursuit NC bondage, hypnosis, and other wholesome activities. Feel free to distribute etc etc etc, but don't sue me, because I try pretty hard not to violate any copyright laws here.)
Two lovers sat on a bench beneath a plastic ginko tree as the sun faded from the sky. They leaned on each other for support, their bodies sagging low, dripping from the sweltering heat and sheer exhaustion of the day. One of the boys cracked open his eye long enough to glance at his watch, throwing his head back with a groan, trying to ignore the time. Sighing, he snapped his head forward and shot upright.
"C'mon Mat...we gotta get going. The parade starts in 15 minutes!" Andrew tugged at Mat's arm, nearly tearing his shoulder from its socket. Reluctantly the boy stood up, grumbling as he jerked his arm from Andrew's grip. The two had been runninng around the amusement park all day, trying to get to every ride before closing. Realizing that they weren't kids anymore, they nearly killed themselves in the process, and looked forward to the parade as a chance to sit down and relax. The pair had admittedly been looking forward to the parade since getting to the park, anxious to see their favorite characters filing past in procession. Both mascot builders by trade, Andrew and Matt had always marvelled at the quality of the costumes, and knew that the performers inside went to great lengths to put on a good show for the audience. They raced through the crowds of families and park goers, tiptoeing over rugrats and half eaten churros as they made their way towards the parade route near the entrance of the park. Arriving at the main plaza, their spirits sank as they saw a madhouse before them. People were packed along the sidewalk, at least four deep from the curb as still more crowds fought for position behind them. Groaning, the pair trudged on, filing past the endless lines of slackjawed yokels. It seemed as if they weren't the only ones who had come for the parade - the place had pretty lame rides and attractions, but their shows were their main draw. Coming to the end of the parade route, the pair were able to find a tiny spot beside the dumpster, near the gate where the parade emptied into once the precession had finished. Mat and Andrew squeezed in and parked themselves on the curb, straining their necks around the dumpster for a better view at the empty street.
After what seemed like an eternity, the sounds of drums and tinny music echoed in the distance. Excitedly, the two young men practically stretched themselves into the street on all fours, climbing over each other to get a better view. They caught glimpse of the first float, announcing the parade in grand fashion as trumpeters in elaborately detailed uniforms marched beneath the flowered platform, where tiny mouse ballerinas in twirled in perfect choreography, their spandex suits stretching tight as their bodies contorted gracefully, seeming to float from place to place. Mat and Andrew stared agape as the float passed in front of their view, the dancing of the mice seeming to hypnotize them as their eyes devoured the image of the slender figures twisting before them, their mousey paws seeming to beckon to them from the float. As a dream, the float waned from their view and disappeared into the gateway next to the boys, filing into the back lot area. The float was almost as soon forgotten as a new spectacle began to file past, and elaborate undersea motif with neon coral, a moving art work as the float seemed to heave with life, the scenery seeming to come alive as dancers adorned with coral and sealife suits swayed with an invisible tide while clattering crab costumes scuttled around the base of the float. The parade continued in this fashion, each float more elaborate than the last depicting a new scene or idea through colorful costumes and movement. It was almost surreal how perfect it all was...the pinpoint timing and choreography, the perfectly smiling faces of the performers, the characters frolicking as if they were pulled straight from a cartoon. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, the couple just sat back and enjoyed the show together, glad for the opportunity to take their minds off of the daily grind. The parade wore on for a good half hour, and the scattering of folks in the distance meant that that show was winding to an end. At the end of the line, a large group of costumed characters clamored along the route. Depicting many of the theme park's many famous cartoons over the years, the costumes seemed to come alive as they pranced down the street. This was the part Andrew and Mat had been waiting for. The suits themselves seemed to be constructed with a thick nap of fur, well padded to hide the curves of the performer beneath, which added to the almost scary realism of the suits. Broad grins adorned the faces of a few wolves and scraggly coyotes padding by while raccoons and chipmunks chattered past, followed by a group of slinky foxes and vixens who blew kisses to the crowd, waggling their rumps tantalizingly. Ducks and gators waddled by, snapping playfully at the audience before the last group of jungle critters swaggered into view. The mismatched pack halted their progress, pulling into close formation in the center of the street. Just then, blaring music began piping in from nowhere, signaling the characters to start. Some twenty strong, the animals broke formation, bobbing and twisting in time with the music as they formed a giant circle along the perimeter of the street. Dancing in place momentarily, they turned themselves to face the crowd, swaying and pacing to and fro in unison. Andrew and Mat fell into a stupor watching the characters move, both entranced by the beauty of the fursuits and dazzled by their movement. A raccoon wandered in front of the boys' view and began wiggling its hips, seemingly meant for the pair themselves. Mat fixed his gaze on the raccoons smiling face, seeming to get lost in his eyes. The raccoon seemed to return his stare in kind, locking his vision on Mat as his pudgy black paws gyrated in rhythm to the music, almost seeming to call to the young man as if trying to tell him something. Like a snake charmed, Mat stood up, mouth agape as he lost himself in the raccoon's eyes, extending his hands to grasp the raccoon's paws. Feeling his hands sink into the soft padding of the paws, Mat melted slightly, smitten hopelessly by the cute 'coon. Grasping the boy's hand lightly, the raccoon wiggled its way backwards, tugging for Mat to follow his lead. Almost unknowingly he obeyed, padding awkwardly along with the coon down the street, lured past the open gate into the back lot. Not noticing his mate's absence, Andrew remained in a stupor as his eyes tried to follow every character at once. As his boyfriend slinked into the shadows of the park's back lots unseen, the rest of the characters waved emphatically to the crowd and filed into the back lot. Andrew sat in reverie, watching the characters disappear into the back. As the gate swung closed, Andrew caught a glimpse of what looked to be Mat dancing foolishly while holding paws with a raccoon back stage. Dismissing the thought, Andrew looked around to the realization that Mat *was* missing. He swung his head back just as the gate slammed shut, sealing his mate inside. Andrew sighed complacently, too tired to protest. No biggie, he thought, he would just meet up with him at the car once Mat had his fun with the coon and was thrown out of the park for assaulting the characters. Serves him right, he thought. Andrew smirked, giggling as he left the park to wait in the car, wondering what his lover had gotten himself into.
As heavy gate shut with a screech and a thud and the music subsided, Mat woke from his blissful reverie to find himself in a totally unfamiliar place. The raccoon he was holding onto gently pulled its paws away and turned from him, skipping away methodically as if nothing was out of the ordinary, his thick striped tail swaying heavily from side to side in perfect rhythm. Mat stopped his gyrations and blinked, his head firmly in the clouds as he watched the pudgy raccoon scamper away to join the rest of his company. He found himself in the corner of a large, meticulously tidy courtyard, with perfect hedges lining the perimeter below a towering red brick wall. As the parade dispersed, the players and characters began filing into several low roofed buildings along the outer wall. Scratching his head, Mat began to notice the people acting strangely. As they neared the buildings, the group seemed to separate into two groups, the first consisting all of dancers and other spandex clad performers, who all seemed to glide in perfect unison as they floated neatly into the building. As the dancers broke off from the ranks, only the full body costume characters remained. Strangely, despite the long grueling parade they just completed, the characters all moved with a distinct bounce in their step, strutting along energetically as if the parade hadn't ended at all. Mat stood cockeyed as the last duck waddled happily into the darkness of the building. "This is too weird..." Mat whispered under his breath, deciding it was time to go. He turned back towards the gate he came in through, but found it to be shut tight. Shaking the gate in frustration, he turned away cursing and ran face first into a wall of black polyester, falling to the ground. Looking up, he saw two stoic security guards standing above him, staring down coldly at the boy beneath under dark shades, arms akimbo. Without a word, they reached down and grabbed Mat by the armpits, jerking him to his feet. Clenching down hard on his biceps, the pair dragged him backwards roughly.
* * *
Andrew sat staring at the clock in the car, half asleep, half stewing with anger, wondering where his idiot boyfriend had gone. Grimacing, he imagined Mat backstage, hitting on all the performers as they undressed, trying on the suits, enjoying himself for sure. Sighing and dismissing this thought, he looked back at the clock. He'd give him just ten more minutes, then he was coming in to get him. And boy, was he in for it.
* * *
"Hey! Wait! I can explain!" Mat stammered frantically as he was whisked away from the gate quickly. Struggling to keep up, Mat pulled at the guard's grasp, but with no luck. They lunged into a dark building at the far end of the lot, the same the characters had gone into. Before his eyes could adjust to the light, Mat was escorted through a maze of endless darkened hallways, finally coming to an open well lit room containing rows and rows of large open lockers. Straining his eyes, Mat could see that each of the lockers held a costume, the same ones he had seen during the parade. The guards led him into the first row. As they walked down the aisle, Mat's eyes widened as he passed a giant wolf and bear helping someone into a chipmunk costume. Instantly hardening, he strained his neck to watch as the pair pulled the bulky suit onto the young girl, seeming to engulf her inside the character. Mat's neck snapped to as the guards planted the boy briskly on the bench in front of a locker. One of the guards looked down on him, clamping hard on his shoulder.
"Remain here. You will be dealt with shortly." The guards turned to leave.
"Wait! What did I do? Where am I? I demand to see my lawyer!" Mat yelled after the guards, who ignored him wholly and disappeared down the next aisle. Thoroughly confused, Mat looked back to the young girl dressing to find that the characters were fully dressed and getting up to leave. Overwhelmed with fear and lust, Mat surveyed his surroundings, looking at each suit in its locker, imagining how nice it would be just to try on one of these suits. Why had they brought him here anyways? As his eyes fell upon each of the suits, he reached his hand to his cock and stroked his jeans, starting to care less and less about what was happening. As he scanned the row, the saw that the locker he was placed in front of held a huge raccoon costume, the same one he had danced with earlier. Gasping with joy, he leaped up and stared at the suit. Short nap charcoal grey fur lined the bulk of the one piece body suit, the huge padded haunches topped huge jet black furry feet that protruded from under each thigh. The body thinned out above the haunches to the shoulders, where a thick padded grey furry sleeve reached down to the elbow, where a sleek black forearm jutted out from inside and led down to the raccoon's pudgy black paws. Mat ran his fingers through the long white fur of the chest ruff, admiring the airy softness of an otherwise bulky suit. Looking up, he saw the head resting on a stand above him, its wide grey cheeks surrounding a warmly smiling muzzled, lined with deep crimson velour. His hands brushed through the raccoon's fur, pressing down on the body to find it highly padded all around. Pulling the collar back, he peered into the suit to see a shiny navy blue inner lining, seeing only a crack of open space where the performer would fit. No way Mat would fit in that suit, or would he? Still aware of his situation, Mat looked around before pulling the suit up by the hanger, trying to gently dislodge it. A sudden noise made him jump, dropping the suit back on its rack and falling back to the bench with a thud. He heard dull thuds as a group of people entered into the locker room, out of Mat's sight. Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Mat turned to see two giant chipmunks turn the corner in his aisle, followed by a sleek yellow meerkat. Mat sat still as the characters approached him, looking complacent by secretly eyeing the suits, his cock rehardening as the he watched the critters walk towards him. Keeping his eyes forward, the first chipmunk passed by Mat, but came to a stop two steps later. The other chipmunk and meerkat followed in kind, the second rodent and meerkat now standing behind Mat, silent except for the swish of the costumes as they moved. Without a word Mat felt two soft paws fall upon his belly from behind. Raising his elbows, he saw a thick brown paw and a padded mitten groping at his chest.
"Whoa, hey now! Watch i..Oooh!" Mat said, giggling as the paws lifted the bottom of his shirt, brushing across his bare skin. Too mesmerized to move, Mat melted as the fur slid along his body, up his sides. He felt a tugging and opened his eyes, seeing that his shirt was pulled in front of his face. Wriggling out of mild panic, the characters pulled hard and tore the shirt from his body. Mat covered his bare chest as a breeze wafted through.
"Whoa whoa! You can't do that!? What is this?" Ignoring his cried, the characters kept grabbing at his body. One chipmunk wrapped his stubby arms under Mat's shoulder, pulling the boy up as he sank back into the chipmunk's soft body. He legs exposed, the meerkat gabbed at his pants, pawing at his pants as the other chipmunk tugged at the legs of his jeans. Despite his rounded digit, the meerkat deftly unlatched the boy's pants, sliding the zipper down at the chipmunk whipping the pants clean off of Mat, revealing a rock hard erection poking out beneath silk boxers. Mat watched helplessly, pinned by a chipmunk as his partner grabbed the raccoon suit from the hanger in front of him. With a blend of pure shock and joy, Mat kicked his legs as the meerkat wrapped his fuzzy arms around them, holding them in place as the chipmunk opened the suit from behind and guided his feet into the inner lining of the suit. A cool sensation engulfed his toes as his feet slid into the suit, sliding smoothly into place as the slick, gel like padding pressed tight against him, but still managed to allow easy access. His feet now placed in each sheath, the chipmunk tugged hard at the suit, forcing his feet down deeper, his calves compressed by the thighs as they slid past. In one motion Mat was jerked to his feet as the costume was pulled up high, his feet falling and squeezing into the feet of the suit. Standing down on his paws, Mat could feel the cool gel substance holding his feet firmly in place, not constricting him, but holding the weight of the suit very close to his body. Although still a little frightened and confused, Mat savored the feel of the suit as it closed around him, writhing softly against the pressure of the gel encasing him. Taking advantage of the boy's stupor, the meerkat clenched his wrists and pulled hard at his arms. Pressing roughly against the resistance of the suit, the meerkat stuffed each hand in turn into the armholes. The chipmunk jerked the suit upward, stretching the suit tight to his chest. The padded white ruff of fur tickled his nose as his chest poofed out dramatically. His hands slid snugly into the paws as the chipmunk tugged at the sleeve, each finger sliding tight into place. Flexing his hands, Mat found the thick padded paws severely restricted his movement, each finger pressing against another creating a almost mitten like paw. As he stretched and admired his new hands, he felt a tightness rising on his back. Turning his neck, Mat caught glimpse of the two chipmunks pressing hard at the open seam on his back, pulling the suit together. As the fur touched, it seemed to seal itself magically, the fibers weaving themselves together tightly leaving no seam behind. As if being given a massage, the two plush chipmunks kneaded his back with their soft paws, pressing the suit against Mat's back, their paws inching upward deliberately making sure the suit sealed up tight. Suddenly hit with the realization of what was happening to him, Mat thrashed his body against the confines of the suit, trying to escape his captors as he wailed pitifully, begging to be let out. It was too late for the boy, the thick padding of the suit held him fast within a cocoon of thick gel. Giving up his futile struggle, Mat looked down at his body, seeing that he had been blown up to cartoon like proportions, his body lost amidst a sea of fur and padding. Experimenting with his new form, he kicked his foot out, feeling the weight of his thighs as the fur shifted, a plump hind paw lifting awkwardly into the air. With a defeated look on his face, the boy turned to face his captors. The meerkat grinned at the boy almost teasingly, rubbing his paw together as the chipmunks finished their job, pulling the flaps of fur around his neck together, fusing and locking Mat fully inside the suit. Easing their grasp, the characters took a step back and surrounded the boy. Breathless and panicked, he fumbled about in his new body. It moved easily enough, the suit was perfectly formed to his body and responded to his every movement. But the suit weighed easily over 40 pounds, and the bulbous padding spread throughout the costume restricted any quick movement the boy might make, meaning he wasn't going anywhere in any hurry. Frozen by fear, Mat looked around at the characters, who stared at him happily, bouncing around is if this was a game to them. Like he was nothing but a toy to them. Mat needed to do something.
Falling back, Mat tried to hop the bench but was quickly grabbed by the two chipmunks, held fast at the elbows as the meerkat lunged and grabbed him as well. Turning to the locker, one of the chipmunks reached up and delicately grabbed the oversized raccoon head, pulling it down and displaying it in front of Mat's eyes. Staring into the blissfully vacant eyes of the raccoon, Mat felt like the costume was looking directly at him, seeming to reach out for the boy. As the chipmunk raised the head high over the boy, Mat felt the presence of the raccoon looming over him, conveying a yearning, almost ravenous desire to be full, to have Mat inside its body. Taking a last gasp of fresh air, the head plunged down onto Mat's head. His world suddenly became dark, the head blocking out all light as his head set snugly into place, cool gel set firmly against his skull. He felt a single sharp point pressing into his forehead, though not painfully. Mat breathed deep and smelled the stale air of the head, hearing his own heartbeat echo dully inside the head space. Struggling blindly, he waved his paws about, feeling that the characters were nowhere within reach. His breathing quickened as he panicked in the dark, only aware of the feeling of the suit pressing against his body, surrounding him in a thick cocoon from head to toe. Mat tried to gather his thoughts, but his head began to feel heavy. The hard object pressing against his forehead began to ache dully, sending waves of dull pain throughout his body. Intensified by the feeling of the suit around him, the waves paralyzed the boy, rendering him too weak to fight against his prison. The aching began to intensify, seeming to scream in his brain, silencing any coherent thought. Through the noise, a motherly voice called to him telling the boy to relax, reassuring him that everything was alright. Muddled, Mat strained to hear the voice, letting the soothing drawl of the words wash over him, calming him down. She knew what to do, Mat thought, she just wanted to help him, to help it all make sense again. Falling into a trance, Mat was only vaguely aware of his body, like a lost puppy looking for its master. 'Good boy', the voice reassured, 'just relax.' As the voice calmed him, intense images flashed in his head. Shuddering as the images burned into his visions, he saw the raccoon standing there, waving to Mat. The images increased in frequency and the raccoon started to move, bobbing softly in front of Mat's eyes. Mental video of the raccoon playing, frolicking, interacting with the other characters, then with people, who all seemed happy to see him. This was Mat, he thought, the raccoon he saw was him. Mat felt himself drawn to the raccoon, floating closer to his image, feeling how happy he was. That was what he wanted, he wanted to be this raccoon, and nothing else mattered. This mantra repeated in Mat's head, drowning out the woman's voice as he drifted even closer to the plush coon. He reached out longingly. As his hands touched the coon, he felt his essence draining into the costume, spiraling inward until with a final burst of light, Mat snapped awake and found himself sitting in the darkness of the locker room. Turning his head slowly, he smiled, happy to be surrounded by his friends. Picking up his thick black foot. Mat placed it down in front of him with a soft thud, shifting his body mass to take a step. His fur swishing as he moved, Mat's striped tail swayed heavily as he swaggered happily beside his new friends.
* * *
Andrew was fuming. Punching the dashboard one last time, he opened the door of the car and slammed it behind him. He was going to find that boy, and when he did, he would kick his ass seven ways from Sunday. Marching in a huff, Andrew made his way through the parking lot back to the front of the park. He approached a night watchman who was idly guarding the gate.
"Hey sir! Excuse me? Sir? Yes, uh...I was wondering where the lost and found would be for people who may, uh...still be in the park?" The guard blinked at him.
"People, there ain't no more people in there." He pointed into the park. "They shut the park up drum tight at night. Don't even let us night folks in at all once it's closed. Tell you what, I don't trust them people in there. We hear sounds at night when no one should be there. Somes of us thinks they got a zombie cult in there, but nobody knows."
Andrew rolled his eyes. "Sure mister, zombie cult in an amusement park. I think you have this groovy mystery all wrapped up." The guard looked scratched his head. "Well, anyways, can you tell me where the people who work during the day come out?"
"Sure thing." He pointed his finger to a door around the corner, near the back lot where Mat had disappeared. Andrew thanked the man quickly and jogged on. The door stood as the only lit space in an otherwise dark alley, the only entrance into the fortress of the park. Finding the door to be locked, Andrew banged loud on the metal, but after minutes of waiting, no one answered. Frustrated, he looked around and found a light pole which ascended up to the top of the wall of the park. Nimbly the boy hopped onto the pole and shimmied his way up, easily clearing the wall, landing on the roof with a soft thud. Collecting himself, Andrew noticed he was on top of a building in the corner of the same lot he last saw Mat in. The lot was dark except for a few scarce lights dotting the perimeter, and a single flood lamp illuminating the entrance of the building. Andrew slipped off the roof via the nearest drainpipe and headed towards the building, sure to find some answers inside. He entered and made his way down the poorly-lit hallway, stepping quietly and listening for any sounds. Straining his hearing, he picked up a herd of soft footsteps down one of the hallways, somewhere close by. Keeping flat to the wall, he tried to pinpoint the sound, but the maze of hallways made it difficult to determine its source. Knowing he was trespassing, Andrew remained silent as the footsteps seems to close in. Seeing he had nowhere to go, Andrew held his breath, trying to act natural as the footsteps neared the corner directly in front of him. Holding his breath, his eyes widened as around the corner came filing a pair of chipmunks.
"Uh, errr, I'm, uhhh...I'm just looking for..." Mat stammered, but the characters just ignored the boy, walking by as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Andrew watched as the chipmunks passed silently, followed by a meerkat and a raccoon.
"Hey! Mister Raccoon!" Andrew called, chasing after the coon. "Uh, I know this may sound weird, but you were dancing with my boyfriend Mat earlier, and now he's lost. Would you perhaps know..." With these words the raccoon stopped and turned to face Andrew. Cocking his head slightly, he grinned blankly at the boy. Inside his head a light went on. He knew this person. Struggling to remember where this memory came from, he tried to imagine where he had seen this man before. Fuzzy images of two people holding each other popped up. He loved this man, he thought. But how could he? He didn't even know him? Shuffling his feet, the raccoon stared at Andrew, who stood fixed on the raccoon.
"A...An...Andrew?" a weak voice came from inside the raccoon's head.
"Mat?! Is that you?" Andrew's jaw dropped. How in God's name had his boyfriend finagled a way to not only meet some of the performers, but to ask them to try on their cutest suit? Not really caring, Andrew lunged at his lover, wrapping his arms around him, feeling his skin brushing against the angel soft fur of the raccoon suit. Nuzzling his face into Mat's chest ruff, Andrew pulled back and looked into the raccoon's face. He shook his head.
"You know, I don't even want to know how you got into this." He chuckled. "Well, let's get going before we get into any more trouble, eh love?"
Looking down, Mat saw his lover's smiling face as he talked, his body pressed against the raccoon. As his mind wandered to thoughts of his boyfriend, he felt a sudden dizziness. Images again flashed in his mind, switching from Andrew to Mat to the raccoon and back. As the pictures flashed, the images began to meld together. He knew he loved this man. The raccoon loved him. The raccoon wanted to make him happy. And there was only one way to make him happy.
"Mat? Mat? Did you hear me?" Andrew's voice was marked with worry. "Let's get going hmmmmm?" Love? Are you in there?" Looking at him through plastic eyes, the raccoon slowly snaked his arms around the boy, squeezing him tight to the raccoon's chest. Sinking into the long white fur, Andrew muffled a scream as the raccoon began walking again, holding his lover close. Joined by the other costumed characters, Mat made his way back to the locker room as if by instinct, carrying his lover down an aisle, sitting him in front of a locker. Andrew landed hard on the wood bench, looking up questioningly at Mat.
"Mat? What's gotten into you? What are you doing? You know I like it kinky, but this isn't exactly what I had in mind." Andrew's cries fell on deaf ears as the raccoon stepped towards him, his fat paws caressing Andrew's sides, rubbing at his shirt. Pinching with two mittens, Mat held Andrew's shirt and tugged it off his lover, exposing the chest. Oddly wanting to make the boy happy, the raccoon rubbed his soft paws all over the boy's chest. As the soft fur bristled coolly on his bare skin, Andrew stiffened, feeling the deft hands of his lover give him a massage like only Mat could. Holding onto his forearms, Andrew lost himself in the plush coon's chest, groping his back. Feeling a tugging at his legs, he opened an eye to see that three other characters had surrounded him on all sides, and were now pulling his jeans off. Struggling to keep groping the raccoon while half fighting off the others, Andrew put up a losing battle and was stripped bare. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the meerkat grab something in the locker. As he turned, Andrew saw a fur costume red and white in the form of a fox. The suit was a one piece, well padded black paws and toes lined the suit as a shiny red fur made up the main coat. Holding form even on its own, the fox body looked well toned, not as pudgy as the raccoon, but rather more shapely and sleek. Still holding onto the coon, Andrew's feet were quickly submerged into the legs on the suit, the characters working together to force the boy's body into the fox before he could fight back. They had done this before, Andrew suddenly thought. They did this to Mat, and now look at what he's become. Panicking, Andrew flailed. But the characters were stronger than they looked, and each wrapped his body in their vice like grip and the suit was jerked hard onto his body, his skin sliding against the inner lining as the padding clung to his body. In a flurry he found himself fully inside the suit, his hands now wrapped inside well defined fox paws. He felt the padding press hard to his chest as three of the suits, Mat included, pulled the suit tight to Andrew, letting the fur fuse to itself. Standing back, they looked down as a small head stuck awkwardly out of graceful body of a voluptuous fox. Cowering beneath them, Andrew looked up one last time at his boyfriend before he was plunged into darkness in a flash of red. Feeling betrayed as he lay cocooned on the floor, the padding weighed heavily on Andrew as he screamed inside, his anger being sucked into a single point in his forehead. As his energy was being sapped from his body, Andrew gave into the power of the suit, feeling his body weightless, floating towards the fox, who waited with open maw. As the muzzle snapped down around him, Andrew fell into darkness, comatose. With a snap he awoke. Bringing a paw to his face, he inspected and flexed his new appendage curiously. Looking over his paw, he saw the face of a smiling raccoon. For sure this was a friend, but somewhere inside he knew that this raccoon was much more than that. Still fuzzy mentally, the fox took a breath and smiled, bending his new body, feeling his fur bend with him. Turning to his compadres, the fox grinned and mimicked their energetic bouncing, knowing that he now belonged. Giddily the fox wrapped a fuzzy arm around the raccoon and the five costumed characters padded off silently into the darkened hallways, the sound of swishing fur and padding echoing throughout the building..
* * *
Two people sat smoking a cigarette in the dark, watching a small black and white monitor as the two new recruits finished their training and left the locker room. Turning to each other, the man spoke.
"I really can't thank you enough Miss Byrnes. You've saved our company" The man patted his forehead dry with a handkerchief. "We're saving thousands with these new costumes. No labor, no benefits, no disgruntled employees. Just blissfully happy forest critters." He cackled. "It's better than sweatshop labor!"
As the fat man puffed his cigar, the shapely plump woman stared at his coolly, her fire red hair shining even in the dark. Smirking, she went on smoothly. "My pleasure, good man. I knew you would take a shying to my new invention. Now, as for my payment." The man gulped. They had been using the new suits for almost a month, and had over fifty of the 'specially trained' characters on staff already. "You owe me...nothing." He blinked. "All I ask is that you continue to use my costumes at your theme parks. As long as you keep your part of the deal, I will continue to supply you will all the costumes you need."
Laughing heartily, the man roared. "I like your style, Miss Byrnes. You got yourself a deal!" Shaking her hand, the man chuckled and turned his chair back to the monitor, watching the straggling characters return to their quarters, the fox and raccoon understandably writhing as the suit drained the last ounces of their willpower from their bodies.
Smirking wryly as the man watched the costumes sadistically, the women turned to leave. Her heels clacked loudly on the floor as she gracefully strutted down the hall. Stopping, she flung her head back. As he hair came to rest, her human form disappeared, replaced with flowing red fur, the same shade as her hair. As her true fox form returned, her tail twitched happily as she placed her paws along her thick hips. Satisfied with her work for the night, the vixen balled her fist, feeling the energy of the two boys freshly trapped inside one of her creations, their life force making her even stronger. No rest for the wicked though, she thought, and snapped her fingers, disappearing in a puff of smoke. Things were going perfectly.