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"You look pleased. How's it feel to be the costume contest champ?" Marty chimed as they drove back home in the late evening. In the arms of his passenger was a signed and autographed limited edition of "Cyborganic-Ninja Fuck-Dinosaurs: the complete series". "Pretty awesome, think I won something a lot better though~" Devon chimed, the human male sighing with satisfaction and slight infatuation after the days events while he watched the scenery whiz by.

"Corny" Marty giggled as he watched the road, "I take it you found a girl, huh~?" he asked with an effeminate wiggle. Looking over his friend, Devon saw the gay Red Squirrel was sitting on his bushy tail as he drove, something he was likely doing to not stain his seats after receiving a generous load of fox batter from the quiet canine in the back. "Might've, I take it our new friend is spending the night?" he asked and looked back to the flustered expression of the young male as he covered his crotch with his paws while doing his best to awkwardly smile and wave.

"Of course!" Marty hummed with a flirtatious giggle, "You know how much we Squirrels love nuts, and puppy has big productive ones~" Marty purred to the young male in back forcing a shiver and harder blush before the driver lamented with a sigh "Should've brought a Plug" as if to goad the horny young male further. Even Devon blushed at the imagery as he cleared his throat and lounged in his seat uncaring if he was sporting a chub. It was honestly pretty normal for him to be rocking a semi around his longtime friend at this point. On the bright side he was out of that oppressive suit, though the three of them smelled of heavy sweat. The other two might've added a bit of cum and sex into that mix as well but a cracked window solved the problem.

"Soo, never got your name" Devon stated looking out the front window. "Duh, it's Mar-", the playful Squirrel began before Devon interrupted with a quick chuckle of "No" flashing his friend a smirk. "Party pooper" the driver giggled and stuck out his tongue, "Good point though, I know your cock better than the rest of you" he added as the Fox drooped his ears in embarrassment. It seemed introductions were short before the shorts were dropped so to say. "I-It's uh...Steven.." came the young foxes rather charming and boyish voice as he flicked his own bushy tail to cover his decency.

The fox looked up only to jump when a hand was thrust to him, "Great to meet you, I'm Devon and princess here is Martin" Devon hummed, always one to welcome Marty's hookups as the Squirrel huffed "Marty!" and pressed on the brakes to jostle the distracted human turning the offered hand into an awkward grope of chest fluff in retaliation. Pulling back Devon chuckled and relaxed with a quick apology to Steve and a raspberry from Marty as they shared some interests and events from the day during the trip before reaching their allotted parking stall in the apartment complex.

Devon stepped out easily, the brisk cool air bracing on his rather damp chest and back as he held his disassembled costume folded under one arm with specialized slots for easy storage or transport while the other held his prize. As the whirr of the engine stopped, Marty sighed and blushed, pulling back his tail he gasped and shivered when the foxes work made itself rather clear. Thick strings of cum steamed in the cool night air, the fur around his ass caked in the still slowly-oozing foxy sperm as the heavy strings stretched out to connect to the matted underside of his tail. There was no real way to hide the mess, even now the slightest flex or shift forced a grunt from the feminine rodent resulting in a globule of semen oozing from his puffy pink doughnut and down his thigh while Steven watched with arousal, pride and embarrassment.

"Woah, you weren't kidding. I might need to grab paper-towel before letting you into the apartment" Devon laughed as he walked towards the doors after Marty took the time to pridefully flash his cummy pucker at the other two giving them an intimate view of his squirly nethers. Steven could only cover his shame with his tail, more aroused and flustered reliving more intimate events of the day thanks to a rather sultry and perverted effeminate red squirrel marching towards the doors letting the canines work show itself with every step. He was a virgin just this morning and believed to be straight. Then the rather exotic Squirrel sauntered into his life turning it upside down.

Devon cared more for getting to his room at this point than the antics of his friend and guest as they entered far behind him. Marty was as flirty and shameless as usual, his kinky and unashamed banter ringing through the halls. But after today's events Devon wanted rest more than anything as exhaustion finally and quite suddenly began catching up to him. True to his word he grabbed a roll of paper-towel and handed it to Marty as he entered through the door, droplets and strings of seed were already clumping on or soaking the carpets in the hallway leading right to their door. It'd be hard enough to explain to the manager without his entryway having a dried puddle of the stuff. The slutty squirrel happily accepted, using it as a temporary fix before sauntering to his room and fetching a Plug while Steve sat in the entryway awkwardly.

Devon was prepared to offer him a drink before his roommate walked back out naked and took the foxes hand happily leading him with a feminine sashay to the bathroom for a shower. With a shrug the human headed to his room and stripped out of his sweaty attire, he'd have to do laundry in the morning but for now it didn't matter and he'd be lucky if they had any hot water left after those two were done anyways. Just as sleep began to overtake him a giggle and moan from the bathroom shook Dev from his approaching rest as the spark of realization teased his sleepy mind. Hopping up he poked his head out of his room only once to shout "You'd better not fuck in the showers again, Marty. Spunk and fur in the drains is a nightmare to clean out!" before receiving a huff and insincere sigh of "Fiiine" before he returned to his sheets and flopped down drifting off without further concern.

His dreams were surreal, vivid. He saw that cute girl again, a beautiful tall albino, unique and seductive in her own way. She embraced him, explored his naked body as they stood on stage once more to an audience of no-one. He could feel every contour of her feminine form, her supple skin and generous cleavage. Her eyes were an unusually vibrant blue yet hair and skin a soft snowy white like a cold temptress seeking to lead him astray in a snowstorm. It was only the two of them here, her moans sounded so real, her warmth, her gasps and flexes as he squeezed her ass or rolled her sensitive nipples against his palm as he molested her breasts. He was rock-hard, but her reactions, her moans and sweet body language was too intoxicating to go further, not yet. He had to make her beg for it, to tremble and paw at his throbbing erection before he'd sink into her velvet lips. But as they embraced in a kiss, her hands stroking his length and begging for more..

Devon awoke with a light snort, his mind foggy as he grumbled and looked to his clock. "7:30" it read as he sighed and lay back hearing a squeak and moan from the next room before the rocking of straining bed-springs intensified. He was rock-hard but the dream was already slipping into a vague haze from the interruption, he gripped his length and sighed from the almost painful morning wood. The only sounds were the heavy gay sex in the room over, the boyish grunts as the fox bred his bitch until he howled in pleasure. He heard Martins loud girlish screams of orgasm, the gasp and grunt before he swore he could even hear the surging fluid of that foxes excessive ejaculation swelling his roommate like a furry condom.

Hot as it might be to some it wasn't enough to get Devon off, instead rolling out of bed and kicking off his sheets as he rolled out his clothing for the day and made his way to the washroom. Stepping to the Tub he spotted the telltale fluff and cum of two young horny male furs near the drain clumping into a spunky hairball. "Martiin!" the human shouted gruffly, letting his roomie know mid-coitus he was in trouble in an almost sitcom-like fashion with only the laughtrack absent. It was far from the worst thing he'd fished out of the tub at least, the paper-towel from last night still on the counter as Devon cleaned up as best he could before cleaning himself up with a hot quick rinse.

Even as he washed off yesterdays sweaty mess his thoughts lingered on the mysterious girl and the card she had handed him. She was way too good for it to be her first, would she even be interested in him without the suit? Was she some kind of cosplay perv who couldn't get off without a mask to cover her shame? Continually he asked questions without answers until he was satisfied with his state of cleanliness. Turning off the steaming shower and drying-off, Devon sauntered out in just a towel to the unusual sound of hissing and crackling form the kitchen. Marty was humming happily as he wiggled his plump fuzzy rump and cooked up pancakes and bacon filling the apartment with a rich salubrious aroma. Steve had to be one hell of a lay for Marty to be humming like a housewife and cooking up a big breakfast for his "Man" while the Fox in question sat relaxing at the table still blushing but clearly pleased with himself. Judging from the prominent gut Marty was sporting on his normally flat frame, he had something to be proud of.

"I heard foxes were crazy in bed, but the rumors must be underselling it if Stevey has someone as insatiable as you singing, Marty" Devon chuckled before taking a seat at the table as his friend happily cooked up a sizeable morning meal for them in his afterglow. "You have no idea" he purred setting a stack of cakes in front of his roomy before returning to the stove. The cakes were as savory and sweet as Devon had come to expect from his friend, the Squirrel was an amazing cook when he wasn't chasing guys or trying to get a rise and possible lay from Devon. As he enjoyed the meal he simply hoped the foxy firehose would have mercy on the apartments plumbing.

"Mnph" Dev muttered as he lay back gloriously masticating his masterful meal, "So..want to head somewhere today? Or at least lend me the car?" he asked between bites as that mysterious girl remained at the forefront of his thought. "Where to?" the humming Squirrel chimed before Devon responded with a shrug, "Good question" he mulled pulling out the card from before. To his shock it was a business card for the very same store where he had purchased his costume. "Candice's Captivating Costume Emporium" he said aloud with "Alice" scrawled over it but no number.

"Remember the emporium?" Dev asked before offering the card to Marty as the squirrel swivelled in his apron and looked it over. "Alice? Sounds sexy~" he giggled tossing it back, "she must work there or something. Maybe it's the cutie who was taking your measurements, hmm? Saw something she liked? I can relate" he chimed looking to Devons bulge in his towel as the human payed him little mind but a nod. "Must've" he chuckled musing over their brief encounter as he grew a bit stiffer to the delight of the effeminate Squirrel.

"So, can we head there or..?" he asked as Marty shrugged, "I suppose so. There's a few stores nearby I wouldn't mind going to" he mused. "That alright with you, Sweety?" he asked directing his attention to Steven as the fox responded with a timid nod between mouthfulls of scrumptious cake. With the plans set the group settled for idle chat as they ate, compliments and perhaps gratuitous flirts to the skilled chef before cleanup and the three were on their way towards the main shopping district.

Traffic was calm this time of morning, after 7 yet before 10 the city was rather dead as they pulled into an extensive parking lot bordering a superstore, the emporium and a series of smaller shops. There was little wonder where Marty was headed first, the eager Squirrel practically dragging Steven towards his favorite porn shop. Admittingly Devon doubted the intention was totally sexual, Marty's best gal-pal managed the store and ran the counter. She was a rather busty bovine with a fetish for piercings and body art. Devon had met her a few times, she was interesting but not his type, no doubt Marty was eager to introduce his newest find to her.

With the morning sun bearing down on him, Devon headed for the doors of the emporium. It wasn't until he reached the doors after his long lot trek that he found the store closed for at least another hour. He heaved a sigh and looked to his watch about to resign himself to waiting when the electronic locks disengaged with a whirring snap forcing the unaware male to jump at the sudden and shockingly loud mechanical sounds. It was clear once he caught his breath he was either expected or the listed hours were wrong. The large neon sign still indicated they were closed yet a ginger tug on the doors proved they were indeed unlocked. With a shrug Devon pulled, it was now or never before feeling a refreshing blast of cool air as he entered.

"Hello?" he shouted out into the deep and darkened echoing emporium stepping in. No response. "Business hours are 11am-7pm" chimed a voice to his left clearly waiting for him, the young male nearly hopping out of his skin as that same beautiful pale girl giggled and sauntered up giving his chest a pat. "You'd know that if you read the card I gave you~" she giggled as Devon looked her over and caught his heart nearly beating in his throat. "Ah-uh..A-alice..?" he asked somewhat timidly as she gave him a nod and playful giggle. "Might as well come in now. I never got YOUR name, by the way" she stated casually and walked deeper into the store while the stunned male regained his composure and followed.

"I uh. D-Devon. It's Devon" he answered following her down an aisle and towards the bowels of the dark and expansive store. Looking her over even now he realized she was in costume yet her looks were identical to the faint imagery still lingering so intimately in his mind of that exotic pale beauty. She wore white drooping puppy ears and a rather prominent tailed skirt that draped down her legs, a prominent fluffy-white curled canine tail wagged back and forth with each step seeming to intentionally draw the males attention to her rather alluring curvature and rear. A soft red collar was around her neck as her top and fluffy cuffs matched the white bottom and furry leggings giving her the look of a puppy-girl.

"So, do you often follow strange women into dark isolated places?" she giggled, drawing Devons attention as he found himself in a rather dark room with her having followed without much focus on his surroundings. With the flick of a switch blinding lights shone upon a room meant for constructing even the most complicated of costumes, dozens of desks, foreign devices, mechanical assembly's right out of a horror flick and countless sharp and piercing objects meant to puncture materials far hardier than human flesh. The back wall was covered in a macabre display of countless unfinished costumes, parts missing and hollow expressions hanging overhead yet looking downward over the pair.

"This is either the weirdest first-date or I'm about to be stuffed into a suit and mounted" Devon chuckled looking over the arrays and suspended half-finished creations with mild shock and fascination. "First-Date, huh~?" Alice giggled pleased, taking his hand to draw him from his awe and mild horror, "I'd tease you for moving things so quickly, but the first time we met I sucked you off so.." she blushed and shrugged showing her first signs of embarrassment since they met. .

He gave her hand a squeeze, feeling his maleness stir as he looked her over. The things he'd do to that body~ Thoughts of the day before were running through him again as warmth flowed towards his maleness. Alice too blushed and squeezed, she seemed to squirm as Devon re-lived the more vivid portions of their first meeting. He could almost feel her lips gliding along his sensitive flesh again as his breath became ragged nearing release. He swore he heard Alice moan and cross her legs before she tugged him from his intimate daydream to share a flushed and oddly aroused expression with hers. "W-well why not get a quick tour of the place? My mom isn't going to be here for at least a couple of hours" she stammered glancing to his maleness almost knowingly.

"Your Mother?" Dev asked as he followed her lead, pulled towards a large auto-stitcher where designs could be fed in or the apparatus could scan for seams on materials to suture together. She gave a nod and showed off the rather impressive device, even pulling up the details of Devons personal Cera-Sider costume for example. "Of course" she hummed as she tacked away at the keys, "This is a family business" and threw him a wink, "I took your measurements, remember?". He nodded and watched impressed, observing the system as it mimicked without thread how it constructed the head of his suit before she pulled up the rather detailed model of his crotch measurements teasingly. "W-what about your Dad?" he inquired quickly as blood continued to flow to his privates from the exotic girls flirtatious actions. She frowned and suddenly pulled away from the machine closing the programs with a heaving sigh implying he had struck something of a sore spot.

"Oh..he's a busy doctor. Too busy to be a family man" she sighed and folded her arms seemingly hesitant to further the subject before leading him towards where they constructed the skeletal portions and frames of their suits. "It's not as if he's avoiding us or anything, but saving lives and so-on" she mused as she toured Devon around the facility, "He's just gone so early and home so late I maybe see the guy once a week for a few minutes at best" she lamented "I still love him, it's just a bit distant I guess".

He nodded with a quick apology, rubbing this still relative strangers shoulder as she cast him a smile and lead him about the facility. The more they spoke of their lives the more she slowly opened up, almost overjoyed to have someone who could perhaps understand her viewpoints or at the very least humor her. The shockingly shy girl opened up to him, revealing how her Father provided the family with ample money but little contact. How her Mother opened this emporium and from a young age brought Alice here to play with costumes and meet customers. Costumes and art had in a way become an integral part of her life, wearing a different guise each day, helping others in dress or exploring imaginative design was gradually her norm.

It had become her own personal escapism she explained, they travelled and began to work together moving merch with less and less communication to coordinate, functioning as a machine while they spoke of their lives and vulnerabilities. Her escapism ran so deep she felt naked and vulnerable in common street clothing, too shy to interact without the "mask" to make her bold. Devon hung on every word, speaking with her for hours as she opened up to him looking understanding and finding it within him. It was a bit shocking to learn that this confident and brash girl was so truly vulnerable and alone. The same girl who had cornered him in a dressing stall and sucked him off was now admitting her insecurities, how her unusual appearance made socializing difficult and the costumes had become a coping mechanism and possibly overtime a fetish.

It wasn't until the pair bumped into a tall and busty blonde human female in a red plaid shirt and blue jeans that the conversation swayed from the rather somber and intimate tone. "Alice" the mature woman muttered and folded her arms as she responded "Mom" in kind. Her gaze fell upon Devon, evaluating him before giving a somewhat faux smile. "Can I help you, Sir?" she hummed artificially with an oddly masked yet hostile tone as the younger woman cleared her throat. "I'm already helping him, Mom" Alice sighed, seizing Devon's hand and pulling him past her towards the front of the shop as a few customers mulled about looking over the variety of merchandise and perhaps more than a few generous looks over the puppy-girl in white.

"So.." Devon muttered, prepared to asked what that was about before Alice answered for him "Don't mind her, she's just a bit protective. I'm an only child" giving him an assuring smile as they stood in the entrances warm daylight. She scribbled some information on a fresh card, pressing it to his chest and ushering him out the door with a playful giggle of "I'm free this saturday!" and gracing his lips with a quick peck before he found himself standing outside the doors blushing and mildly confused. Looking down at the note he smiled reading out the information.

"It's a date~" he hummed out loud before heading back to the car with a skip in his step.