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Shattered Shards: Cursed Costume

By Von Krieger

Avery ran his fingers over the suit yet again, the cool slickness of the latex reassuring him, comforting him, proving with its contact against his fingertips that it was indeed real, that it was indeed his; that such a gorgeous, beautiful thing was in his possession. He'd been poking around the fetish clothing stores and had come across the outfit for a virtual song. Just a little more than one hundred dollars for the complete outfit. Enough latex to cover him from head to toe, all of it meant to make him look like a bipedal gryphon.

The moment he laid eyes upon it he knew he had to have it. He couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like on him, how sexy it would be to appear as one of the gorgeous bird-cats for a little while.

His roommate, Jordan, would probably consider it to be a bit weird. But the two were always doing odd things; they just made life more interesting after all.

He couldn't stand it any longer, he had to wear it. He'd wanted to wait and show it to Jordan as a surprise, but being pounced by a black latex gryphon the moment he walked through the door would be an even better surprise. Especially a female gryphon.

Avery had never really been interested in blurring the gender boundaries before. Though he enjoyed sexual encounters with just about anyone, he'd never given the slightest thought to dressing up as a member of the opposite sex. The gryphon suit was padded in places to give him the proper curves on the hips and rump, as well as a somewhat generous bust, likely made all the bigger to spread out the weight of the large latex wings that jutted from the costume's back.

He couldn't stand it any longer, and before he knew it, he had stripped himself bare and had begun to remove the many pieces of the costume from its box. The store owner had folded up everything quite nicely, and packed it away. The instructions were simple, dress inside to out. First the two pieces on the torso, then the boots, then the gloves. Over them would slip the leotard-like torso piece that housed the breasts and tail and covered the midsection, as well as giving the mask a place to strap onto. Then would come the wing harness, and then finally the sleeves and chaps that would cover Avery's arms and legs. He wasn't sure he could wait that long, he was already hard as a rock just from touching and thinking about wearing the suit. He didn't think he could contain himself for the length of time it would take to don the entire thing.

Avery couldn't imagine why the suit made him so needy, but he knew he had to put it on to relieve the aching tension within him that was growing stronger with every moment.

He dug through the box, removing the first piece, the one that went over his loins. He stepped into it, pulling it up, the molded latex extending outward several inches, forming a snug latex form to hold his manhood. He sighed happily as he pulled it upwards, arranging it so his erect shaft would slip into the opening in the thick cup-shaped crotch of the outfit. He moaned as his member was caressed by something soft and pliable. The suit piece must be meant to serve as some sort of sex toy. It gripped his cock snugly, but not uncomfortably, seeming to tighten slightly every so often. It felt kind of like the rest of the latex, soft, smooth, slick, and oh so wonderful against Avery's bare skin.

Next came the top, rather like a mini-tank top or a belly shirt, Avery supposed its purpose was to protect his skin from chaffing due to all the weight and such that would be supported by that particular area. The costumes breasts and wings would have their weight going across his chest. The smooth latex top also felt oddly warm to the touch, and it stretched almost fluidly, seeming to adjust itself to perfectly fit the contours of his body. He couldn't help but run his finger over it, moaning softly as he did so. It felt like his sense of touch extended up through the latex, which acted like a substitute skin.

Avery gripped the smooth latex over his groin and cried out as intense pleasure filled him. The suit must be something more than he had originally thought, something with enchantments woven into it to make wearing it more delightful. He couldn't wait to have the entire thing on.

He tugged on the boots and gloves as quickly as he could, like the top, they seemed to remold themselves to perfectly fit his hands and feet. They felt quite comfortable, fitting perfectly without even the slightest pinch. They gloves even managed to fit his ring and little fingers into the same glove digit with ease. Just like with the other parts Avery's sense of touch carried over, able to feel everything though the gloves as if it were his own flesh. The material bent easily as well, not stiff and constrictive as he had thought it would be.

He had thought that getting the remaining suit pieces on would be rather difficult with the gloves, but instead it was wonderfully easy. The leotard almost seemed to flow onto him and Avery let out a soft moan as he felt something press up against his rear passage, something he hadn't noticed in the suit before. It was rather strange; it was like a hollow tube being pressed up into him, allowing for anal sex while wearing the outfit. Not only that but like the latex covering his cock, it seemed to throb every so often, pleasuring him, keeping him in a heightened state of arousal.

Avery was panting, he had to get the suit on, had to get every single piece of it on. But he wanted to stop, wanted to explore, wanted to run his clawed fingers over his new...

The touch sent him to his knees, the sensation of latex hands on latex breasts felt so delicious, so wonderful; so frighteningly real. The suit's breasts didn't feel quite like latex, they felt real, there was some give to them, and they didn't feel like piece of molded rubber.

Avery fumbled with the wings, his latex-clad fingertips scarcely able to slip the straps into the buckles. But as soon as he did, he felt the latex of the wings and the leotard flow together, making them a single, solid, wonderfully real piece.

He tried to flap his wings, but they wouldn't move. Not yet, anyway. Avery tugged on the sleeves, finding that like the rest of the outfit, they melded together with the other aspects, becoming a second skin.

He was nearly in tears as he tugged on the pants, moaning in delight as they too became one with the rest of the suit. Avery walked over to the place where he'd removed the mask to get to the other clothing underneath, noticing his lush hips swaying as he walked, his leonine tail swishing from side to side as he walked upon the balls of his feet, the gryphon suit's boots forcing his feet into that position.

It felt so natural and graceful; Avery made the movements as if he had been walking like this all his life. He snatched up the mask in his talons, closing his eyes as he brought it to his face, slipping it over his head.

His lips part to let out a soft, desperate moan as he threaded the two straps into the buckles on the collar.

Her beak opened to let out a blissful cry of pleasure as she climaxed; her transformation complete.

Kiki panted as she dropped into a crouch, hot, white stickiness trickling down her midnight black thighs. She didn't know where the name had come from, but since she was most certainly not a male while she was being a gryphon, she decided that it was as good a name as any.

She could spread her wings, twitch her ears, and move her tongue around within her perfect black beak. She could still feel her human form beneath the costume, but its sensations felt distant and dimmed, the suit's skin was her own, for now.

All the straps and buckles had vanished, even the two on her neck. They had been replaced with two clasps that blended into her beak, removing the mask would be as easy as flipping them.

She no longer felt the terrible need to be inside the suit, and just to assure herself that she could go back to being Avery whenever she wanted, Kiki flipped the clasps, removing her mask.

Avery took the mask and held it in his hands, peering into the translucent lenses of the gryphon's eyes. Without the mask the suit felt less alive, less vibrant than it had before. With it on, Avery felt like he had truly become a gryphoness.

He smiled and donned the mask, becoming Kiki once again.

A pleasured purr rumbled from her throat as she walked happily into the bathroom to gaze upon herself in the mirror.

-o-

Kiki stared in awe at her reflection, her large, violet eyes blinking as she peered over her beak. The suit was no longer a suit when fully worn, transforming her fully into a latex gryphoness.

No lenses, no eyeholes, a complete transformation of her face, allowing for the larger, keener eyes of a predatory gryphon. No wonder the suit felt so good, so perfect. It ceased being a suit and instead transformed the wearer fully into what the latex and metal mesh was supposed to represent.

She ran her taloned hands over her slick, smooth body, a delighted moan escaping her beak as she gripped her breasts. Though she could still, faintly, feel her human self somewhere beneath the enchanted latex, the sensations of her pitch black form dominated.

She felt strange, a sensation of low erotic need seeming to suffuse her entire body. It was like someone had managed to spread the intense, localized throb of the cock Avery had and spread it out into a few key areas of Kiki's form.

Everything between her legs throbbed, her tailhole and the molded form of her artificial femsex, she could feel Avery's cock aching with need as well beneath the enchanted latex coating as well. Oddly enough her breasts and throat also had the same strange ache. Her amethyst gaze was already darting around the bathroom, looking for something to stuff into herself when her feline ears heard the opening of the door.

Delighted, Kiki rushed from the bathroom, scampering on all fours to the front door, where Jordan was locking it behind him. The gryphon was on her roommate in a second, her beak parted, her latex tongue stuffed into the human's surprised mouth. His eyes widened but he accepted it, stroking Kiki's soft, silken latex-like form.

Kiki panted loudly, grinding against the male's body, fumbling at Jordan's belt, finally using her talons to slash it off and reveal the erecting bounty within. She wrapped her legs around her lover's waist, using her tail to guide his shaft into her awaiting depths. She'd instinctively positioned him to penetrate her tailhole, being naturally male and never having a cunny before.

But it didn't matter, the sensations she felt from the penetration were just as good as anything she'd fever felt. She clung to him tightly, not letting him break the kiss, barely even allowing Jordan to get a breath. Her pace was frantic, needful, she needed to fuck and needed to fuck badly.

She suckled hungrily upon Jordan's tongue, felt his caresses upon her breasts and sex, it wasn't long at all until her erupted into her, Kiki's body seeming to coax every last drop of seed from him before allowing her to release. Kiki herself didn't give off any sort of climactic fluids this time, but the orgasm she had felt had been wonderful, but it had only served to whet her appetite for more.

Before Jordan could recover, Kiki had broken the kiss, her purple tongue trailing down his chest, wrapping around his member and pulling it into her greedy beak.

-o-

The suit seemed to give Avery, as Kiki, enough staying power to last for hours, and it also seemed that it passed that gift on to Jordan, as the sun was rising before the two of them managed to untangle themselves from one another. Kiki remained in bed long after her roommate, enjoying the warm streams of sunlight that shown down upon her sleek, black body.

She felt incredible, her body filled with a pleasurable radiance. She felt oddly proud of what she'd done, what a good lover she'd been, and how wonderful all the sex had been. She wished it would have never ended, that Avery and herself could have kept going, and that her roommate didn't have to go to work.

She sighed softly, closing her eyes. She felt a soft caress upon her thigh, perhaps Jordan had decided to stay home after all? Kiki moaned with delight as she felt her lover enter her. The gryphoness reached out to embrace him, but her arms found only air.

Kiki opened her amethyst eyes, and found that there was no one there, and yet she was still feeling the sensation of a cock within her. She reached down to her netherlips, poking a taloned finger inside herself, but rather than encounter an animate sex toy, or a disembodied cock, she found nothing; her touch only enhanced her lust and pleasure.

To her surprise a second invisible, but still tangible, member entered her, pushing into her rump. She felt phantom hands upon her hips, and then upon her breasts, pressing them together against a third, and then a fourth slipping into her beak.

Kiki moaned, her body bucking from all the delicious pleasure that it was being given by the phantom rapists, it made her want to simply lie back in the bed and enjoy the sweet ravishing that she was being given.

But as good as it felt, it was strange and somewhat frightening to her human self. She was being mated by some strange, magical force, and the only magic she knew of was the suit that had transformed her. She didn't want to take off the suit, to go back to being her normal human self, but she needed to get to the bottom of things. She needed to head back to the store and see what exactly it was that she had purchased.

With a sigh Kiki reached up and flipped the small clasps that would transform her back, to make the gryphoness' latex body just pieces of clothing. The moment she flipped the clasps, the moment she removed the beaked mask from her face, the disembodied sex acts ceased entirely.

Kiki worked her jaw, which felt a little bit cramped from the working the additional weight of her beak. The rest of the suit was removed in quick order, and she was dressed in her old clothes in no time. She grabbed her car keys and strode out of the house, a small ember of anger within her belly at being sold some strange costume.

She'd give that store owner a piece of her mind.

-o-

Kiki returned some hours later, wearing a different outfit than the one she'd left in, carrying several bags worth of clothing. She felt rather happy and content that she'd gotten quite the deal and had quite a good time at that. Her pants fit quite nicely and hugged her hips and rump, rather than being baggy like the ones she'd owned before were.

It was strange; did she have no sense of fashion before yesterday? Everything in her closest was just so casual and without any regard for color and pattern mixing and matching. Just a bunch of t-shirts and jeans. She didn't even have any proper underwear.

She clicked her tongue, scolding herself for her obvious oversights. She set her bags down in her room and headed to the bathroom to take a shower before bed. It was only as she saw the mirror there did she remember that she wasn't supposed to be a she, and that he name wasn't Kiki.

That explained her clothes. She wasn't supposed to be a girl named Kiki, she was a guy named Avery. Though she sure didn't look it; Kiki stared at her reflection in the mirror, her build was slim, her features somewhat androgynous, but the slight swelling upon her chest showed that she was most definitely a woman, as did her long, bright purple hair and long black nails. Her nail polish matched her ebon lips, and her lavender hair matched the eye shadow that she had...

No, she hadn't placed it upon her face. Avery didn't own any makeup. It was there naturally, as were the colorations upon her lips and nails. The suit had altered her, warped her mind and body just a little bit. Kiki didn't particularly mind, but she still felt kind of angry that she hadn't been warned about the effects of the suit she'd bought.

She winced, that was the store-related thing that she'd set out to do. Not go shopping for properly feminine clothing. It was strange, the moment she left the house her thoughts had drifted towards making herself look good and to...

Her amethyst eyes widened as she recall how she had paid for her outfits. She'd had them custom tailored down in Grimmtown, the part of the city where the magical and mythological beings tended to gather. She licked her lips, the faint taste of reptilian pleasure juices upon them.

She felt herself growing aroused at the memory, the brother and sister that ran the place quite eager to exchange their services for pleasure with a human, and how easily the words passed from her lips to offer them when she discovered what the cost would be. Once they'd gotten her undressed they seemed all the more eager, a lustful glimmer in their eyes with a hint of knowledge of what was to come. Once the deed had been done, they had been quite kind to her, offering her even more clothing that Kiki had wanted.

Confused, she removed her clothes wondering what it was that they saw to make them more open and giving. Kiki gasped as she looked down at her cock, its presence and appearance confused her greatly. In her mind she was a woman, in her memory she was a man, but in neither had her loins been precisely this color. Her groin was perfectly smooth, devoid of hair, the skin colored a deep black and faintly shiny. The color of the latex suit she had worn. The head of her erect shaft, however, was a deep purple in nature, as were her nipples. Such vivid coloration stuck out as terribly unnatural upon her otherwise normally colored body.

Kiki looked down at her manhood, not quite sure what to do. It was rather difficult for her to think clearheadedly on what to do, especially as aroused as she was. She ran a hand down between her legs, finding that her scrotum was tighter and smoother than it ought to be, as if it were permanently pulling upwards to reside within her body. The skin behind it was perfectly smooth, unblemished by the feminine lips that Kiki felt ought to be there, but it felt good to rub and caress the area, which still felt like smooth latex. Tracing the smoothness back further, she encountered the pucker of her tailhole. The faint touch made her shiver and gasp, suddenly weak in the knees.

Her body was strange to her, she was a female gryphoness who happened to be stuck within the body of a mostly male human that seemed to be well on its way to becoming more familiar to her, both female and latex. She remembered being Avery before she'd put the suit on, having all his memories, but somehow they just weren't important.

She moaned as she began to stroke the latex portion of herself, and once more she felt phantom caresses upon her hips and rump. She cried out as an invisible lover entered her, the sensations delicious, overwhelming, something that her unmagicked human form had not been made to handle.

Kiki dropped to her knees, panting as her senses were dominated by the pleasure. She couldn't think, she couldn't act, all she could do was wonder how to make these delicious sensations last for as long as possible, and how to make them better.

Her cock virtually drooled precum, steady dribs and drabs dropping to form a puddle beneath her. She knew this wasn't normal, that she should go and seek help, but it felt so good. She tried to stop herself, to prevent her fingers from wrapping around her dripping, throbbing shaft, to keep herself from rapidly fingering her black latex tailhole, making the mind-numbing pleasure all the greater.

She wanted it to stop, she knew that she ought to find a way to be Avery again, but it was so much fun to be Kiki, silly, slutty, sexy Kiki. She wanted to be pretty, to be beautiful, to be fucked, to pleasure others and be rewarded for it. She'd whored herself out and loved it, adored it, and had come home so pleased with herself for getting so many sexy clothes for a little anal sex and cunnilingus.

The word made her shiver with delight. Whore. It felt so right to think, to be the way she acted, to be her job. Whore, slut, harlot, these words and more made Kiki blush, filling her with shame but also with a strange sense of pride, of rightness to what she was.

"Whore," she whispered in between slattern moans, "I'm a whore."

She felt a tensing of the phantom cock within her, an all too real warmth surging into her, the act of her invisible lover's climax acting like a flame to the fuse of her climax. She exploded into sweat, mindless bliss as her orgasm rocked her. She wasn't sure how long she stayed at the peak, seconds, minutes, hours, but she did indeed come down, feeling the powerful surges that spewed semen from her unfamiliar cock become slow gushes, and then small leaks.

Kiki panted, an impossible amount of gooey whiteness splattered upon the bathroom cabinets and floor before her with even more leaking from her rump. She blushed and gathered several towels, mopping up her mess.

She slunk back into the bedroom, reluctantly donning the latex suit that allowed her to take on her more comfortable and more natural form. She could handle the pleasure when she was fully latex, even if the suit transformed her further. She needed to find a way to get back to being Avery, but if she was going to be sexually assaulted by disembodied dicks even without the suit on, she ought to be wearing it if only to allow her to keep her thoughts clear.

She was still horny, still aching with need as the gryphoness sucked a breath through her bill. Rather than the throbbing of her erection, her netherlips poured forth lubrication, eager to have something within them.

Kiki heard the front door open and her eyes darted to a clock. Jordan was home! Maybe he could help Kiki get back to herself. Well... after they had sex of course. The gryphoness couldn't concentrate on serious matters with aching loins, now could she?

-o-