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Shaking hands with a few final people, the wolf headed to his room for the night. He would check out in the morning to avoid having to pay a late check out fee. This had been the best Furrycon yet. He had made some new friends and caught up with old ones. The panels had been amazing. He even got a signature from his favorite furry youtuber. All in all it was the best time he had ever had at Furrycon. He was going to miss it, but life goes on. Collecting up his stuff, he headed back to his room to get some sleep. His roommates would probably be partying all night long so he would have the room to himself until at least 3 AM. Sadly, they did not have jobs to get back to in the morning. The wolf kind of wondered how they could afford to go to a convention when they had no real source of income. He decided it was not his problem. They were nice enough but why worry about them beyond how they effected his life.

As he waited for the elevator, another fursuiter came up and waited next to him for the elevator.The wolf did not recognize this particular furry, but he figured the guy (it was clearly a male fursuit) had just not been at any of the same panels as he had. Common courtesy dictated that he acknowledge the other furry with a simple nod. Looking the other guy over, the wolf casually nodded at him. The other furry returned the nod and turned back to the elevator doors. The wolf noticed the other furry was supposed to be some sort of dragon or lizard. "Curious", he thought. "I don't remember seeing any dragons that were so elaborate this weekend." He continued to try to remember seeing such an amazing fursuit when the elevator arrived. Allowing the other furry to get on the elevator first, the wolf entered and pushed the button for his floor. The dragon nodded politely and resumed his silent pose on the far side of the elevator. The wolf turned to the creature and began to open his mouth.

"I am a dragolith from Dungeon Hunter 4."

"How...how did you know what I was going to ask?!"

"That is not all I know about you, young Wolf. However, it is all I can tell you at this time. The rest will be revealed in time. For now, you must rest. You have a great journey ahead of you."

"Well, I do have to drive a couple hundred miles to get home. How did you know that?"

"I was referring to a more important journey, young one."

The wolf looked at this strange creature and couldn't figure out if this guy was for real or not. The guy clearly took his fursuiting VERY seriously. But was it wise to listen to someone who had totally missed the point of this convention? Probably best to humor the "dragolith" if he wanted to live long enough to get to the safety of his room. The elevator soon arrived at his floor and the wolf departed as quickly as he could. The dragolith watched him go before he disappeared as the elevator doors closed. The wolf walked down the hall toward his room. Pulling the keycard out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and walked inside. Sitting down on the bed, the wolf pulled off his suit's head and lay back on the bed. Sighing heavily, he fell asleep. The next morning, he woke up slowly. The sense that something was different was at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite place why it felt like that.

Rising from the bed, he stood and walked to the door. He paused only a moment to scratch his furry ear. As he reached for the door, he realized he hadn't grabbed his suit case. He turned back and collected his things from the various places around the room. Passing the mirror near the bathroom, he admired his face briefly before walking out the door. Walking down the hall toward the elevator, he noticed very few people. The ones he did see all wore their fursuits. The wolf thought that strange as it was the day after the convention. The strangeness didn't phase him though as he really didn't think about it much. Walking out of the elevator on the first floor, he didn't see many people. Of course, it was still relatively early in the morning on a Monday. Walking up to the front desk, he rang the bell. A moment later, a hotel employee dressed in a fursuit appeared.

The wolf was a bit confused as to why this person would be wearing a fursuit at work. Sure the employees had been wearing ears and, on a few VERY rare occasions, tails, but this was just weird. For one thing, the desk clerk seemed to be wearing a fully anatomically correct fursuit. Secondly, the fursuit was literally the only thing the employee was wearing as evidenced by the rather prominent sheath on full display at the man's crotch. The wolf blushed deeply when the man caught him staring. Truth be told, the wolf was not gay, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't fascinated by the VERY noticeable vulpine cock that was even now beginning to... Shaking himself from his reverie, the wolf returned his attention to the other man's words.

"Did you enjoy your stay, sir?"

"Um...y-yeah. It was fun."

"We are glad to hear it. We hope you will consider us again for your next extended stay in our beautiful city."

At this point, the wolf knew there was something bogus going on here. This seemingly normal employee was dressed like some slutty cosplayer and either didn't notice or didn't care that his junk was on full display...sort of. The wolf looked at the other man for a moment before he formed the obvious question in his mind.

"Um...could I ask you a question?"

"Of course sir."

"Where you required to wear that fursuit by the hotel?"

"What 'fursuit' are you referring to, sir?"

"Never mind."

The desk clerk handed him his receipt and thanked him again for his business. He grabbed his stuff and headed out to where his car was parked. Scratching an itch, he stuffed his stuff into his car. He pulled his keys out and got in his car. Pulling out of the parking space, he pulled out of the lot and headed toward the main road. Since it was mid-morning, he didn't really see anyone walking around and very few people driving. The odd thing was the people he saw driving were all wearing fursuits, just liek the hotel clerk had been. That he could accept, sort of. What he really had trouble with was that they all seemed to be wearing ONLY fursuits. Considering that what he could see of the suits he saw were fairly "anatomically correct" like the clerk's suit, it was not a far leap to assume they were probably the same below the window line. He couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea that people were suddenly wearing anatomically correct fursuits instead of clothing.

By this time, he was getting on the highway so he focused on his driving and put the weirdness out of his mind for now. Singing along with the song on the radio, the wolf tuned out his troubles as he allowed his body to recover from the convention. He had a few hundred miles to drive and he would need everyone of them to decompress fully before he got back to work on Tuesday. Stopping after a few hours of driving, he pulled off the highway at a gas station to fill his tank...and his car. Parking in front of the convenience store, he got out of his car and walked inside the store. His stomach was giving him trouble and he knew his other food was long gone so he decided to stock up on junk food and energy drinks. As he walked into the store, he again scratched the itch.