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"Is this..really necessary?" asked Devon as he looked over himself in the full-body mirror. He was a fair-skinned male Human 20-years of age. He wore the inner structure of a much larger suit, inadvertantly emphasizing the size of his impressive maleness and rather well-toned form from the various velcro straps hugged to his body. He had short black inch-long hair trimmed slightly shorter to a half-inch at the sides and more prominent along the crest of his head. With the rather large suit he'd soon be wearing only his seafoam-green eyes would be visible of his 6ft body structure.

"Hey, be glad you humans look so bland. WAY easier to fashion a costume without a fat tail, claws or some awkward muzzle in the way" laughed Marty, his best friend and resident gay Red Squirrel. The much more effeminate male was 24 years old, his shorter 5'4" body far more slender besides his pronounced and pillowy ass and bushy groomed tail dyed at the tip with pink to mimic a paintbrush. He currently sported a leather vest and slacks, the beginnings of his own costume and personal leather fetish as he fawned over his best friends studly Human body and assisted him with the rather cumbersome costume he'd soon be donning.

"Bland enough for you to hit on me every chance you get" Devon laughed while the Squirrel wiggled his tail and smirked, "Hey, what you DO have is more than enough to turn heads. Besides, you said you wanted to find a new girl AND you need to socialize" he scoffed back and poked his friends prominent groin. "I'm not that social, alright? I don't do well with people" Devon muttered as he was dressed. "You won't DO people at-all unless you do more than long-walks and casual workouts between us hanging out and playing games~" chimed Marty as he pulled the last strap. "Besides, you love Cyborganic-Ninja Fuck-Dinosaurs from Mars. This con is all about Anime lovers!" and pulled back looking over his work. "Now go finish up and meet me at the car" he ordered and sauntered off with that enticing and feminine sashay he was so good at.

With a grumble Devon obliged and stepped into his friends Living-Room to finish piecing everything together. He thought of Marty as he dressed, the Squirrel was definitely a catch and an amazing friend, but enticing as that "Mouse-Trap" was they'd never been anything other than that. Dudes just weren't Devons thing regardless of how many times he's hit on or happens to see his friend naked. He hurredly assembled his ensemble, Wrist-Rockets snapping into place, a large cumbersome Tail, an oversized Triceratops suit with high-Tech gear attatched as he became his favorite character from a rather risque adult-rated anime. Once complete he assessed himself in the mirror, turning to his side and running a clawed hand along his body as he now stood proudly in the guise of Cera-Sider, the underused yet favorite villain of the show, chainsaw horns and all.

"Hey, Babe. Ready for my Rocket~?" he hummed flirtatiously to himself, quoting the villains favorite line before molesting one of his victims and revealing a big red cock-rocket that Devons Suit was missing. There still remained the possibility of painted his Dong, but honestly this wasn't some perverted Expo and public displays of "Weaponry" would likely get him kicked out. With one final pose he began his journey towards the stairs, the bulk of the Suit suddenly front-and-center in the males mind as he was forced to adjust to the new weight or risk tumbling down several flights or disassembling and re-assembling his suit which would only shorten the time they had for the convention.

Through struggles and a few curses he managed the task with hardly time to spare before hearing the honk of Marty's horn in the parking lot. Making his way to the blue Beetle and to the passenger-side, he slipped in beside the eager Squirrel who had added notably more to his Costume. He was now properly decked-out instead of just dressing like a slut, the Leather Jacket given a few lines of belts and buckles as he sported a rather impressive pink mohawk and chains draped and wrapped over his legs. Noticing Devons stairs the Squirrel purred "Like what you see~?" and began to back up the Vehicle as his friend lay back against the seat with a sigh.

"You look familiar" was the Humans only reply as Marty feigned insult and placed a hand on his chest. "I didn't think my suit was THAT good! It's me, Marty!" he giggled before receiving a roll of the eyes in response while Devon rolled down his window. "Okay okay, it's from My Hero Apocalyptica" Marty giggled and flashed his suit as best he could before pulling out into the freeway and heading South towards their exit leading to the City's Center.

The Suit was restricting and hot, Devon would adjust but for the time being he was living in a sweat-box with minor air-circulation. He couldn't imagine how people did this regularly, he would pass out form the heat without some ventilation or be walking in sweat pooling in his shoes at this rate. Regardless, the pair shared banter and plans, Marty unsurprisingly looking for a hookup and Devon hoping to look over Merch and the Ladies while Cars and Signs flew by. Traffic was thick as they pulled into the lot, slightly late for the opening and forced to a stall at the far end of the massive parking lot in the staggering heat of July.

Devon practically sizzled in his outfit as he trudged through the unforgiving heat. "So..fucking..hot.." he muttered behind Marty, the queer Biker giggling and hiking his tail as he wiggled his rump. "Thanks~! Offer still stands you know" he purred back before receiving a playful hair ruffle from his longtime friend. A few chuckles and pants later they arrived at the gates, the cool breeze out of the air conditioned building with each person entering or leaving giving Devon a brief reprieve before he paid his dues and looked at the menagerie of characters entering alongside him.

It wasn't long before he was noticed, even in line he was among the best-dressed as people shouted "Cera-Sider!" excitedly and all but forced him to pose or do lines as others laughed or cheered. The interaction was exactly what he needed for his confidence, even before entering he had been in photo's and done poses with a few other characters from the same series before finally stepping past those large red swinging doors into an expansive complex and conference hall filled with costumed hero's and stalls all bustling with activity.

The air smelled of Plastic, Ozone and perhaps a bit of B.O. But these were his people, fanatics and hobbyists of every stripe come together to discuss their passions and perhaps live out a bit of fantasy. "Ladies and Gents! Time to sign up for the Costume Contest is coming to a close in 30 minutes. Please approach the event counter if you are interested in participating" chimed a voice over a loudspeaker as people gasped and greeted him in the entryway or asked for pictures or poses. The flush of confidence or the suits anonimity had boosted his confidence enough to at-least erase the majority of his awkwardness as he looked to the nearby counter and shrugged.

"Why not?" he hummed in thought, walking over to a young male Fox dressed as Solar Princess from Sailor Sun. "Hey I-" he began before Marty all but dove in front of him to flirt with the employee by leaning over purring "Hello handsome~" and wiggling his dipstick tail. With a quick tug of it from Devon as he huffed "Down, Boy" and a few chuckles from the crowd both were signed up and ready as Marty worked his magic on the flustered and seemingly not totally disinterested employee.

Though he wandered thereafter and mingled in the crowds or among the stalls, his mind was fixated on the contest. A chill came down his spine as he realized just what kind of crowds and the size he'd be in front of as he showed off his complex disguise. A certain individual followed him but remained out of his notice or focus, a tall human female dressed as a cat-girl and in a rather flowing pink-and-white frilled dress and wielding a golden paw scepter.

"Attention, contestants" chimed the intercom as it pulled Devon from his wandering mind. "The current event is about to start. All participants must gather in Hall Ae in the North Plaza". With a gasp he hurried towards the north plaza, soon finding the large theater he'd soon be parading on as he saw the other contestants gathered. Some were awful and perhaps just there for a laugh, but others had put in as-much if not more effort into the detail of their costumes as he measured each individual and his chances. Finally he took notice of the pink Kitty-girl looking him over as she glanced his way with a flirtatious giggle.

He felt the heat of his suit rising as a flush came over his obscured face and gave a timid wave before an attendant sauntered out with a clipboard. "Thank you, Everyone! I'll just do a quick head-count and we'll jump right in to setting you up for the show. Any questions?" he shouted out as a collective and negative mumble from the crowd allowed him to continue. "Jace, Cera-Sider, Princess Flair-Kitty" he began, asking for their nicknames to assure their identities as each called out. Oddly, Devon noticed, Marty was nowhere in sight though he had signed up alongside his friend. A light smirk came over his face through the blush figuring he had been convincing enough to a certain Fox that the show didn't matter.

Once names were called the group was lead in back to a prep-area, a series of changing stalls for touch-ups alongside a large open public Bathroom stood lit by small discreet lights upon the walls as the attendant walked towards the large curtain draped across a large wooden stage and boardwalk shouting only "15-minutes, folks!" as he left. Each person did their own thing, the stalls soon occupied as Devon began to panic and sweat the closer he came to this public show. He needed a breather, and his only hope was the rapidly-filling private Stalls. Charging in and closing the door he huffed and searched for each disguised buckle and strap he'd need to undo to escape his sweltering prison before it was too late.

The Suit was too complex for his fevered mind as he huffed in a small panic, the makers from a deluxe and professional Shop in the heart of the City. The creak of the Door made him pause, the Kitty-girl peeking in and gasping as he lay back stammering "O-occupied" to the unfazed intruder. "Sorry, Cutie, but this is the only Stall left. I'll help you if you help me~?" she offered and slipped in all but without permission. "How could you possibly.." Devon panted before her hands had already reached his shoulders and chest, four hidden clips undone as he felt the slight chill of the backstage air and gasped in relief from the sudden ventilation.

"How did..?" he huffed before she smiled through her half-mask and tapped his fake-snout. "Later" was her only response, soon sinking down to his waist as she rested on her knees and carefully slid her hands along his beltline. "W-what are-?" he asked again feeling the zip and and snap of buckles around his crotch. "Helping you relieve some tension~" she purred without hesitation, a stranger now freeing his sizeable cock from the sauna of a suit he was in as it glistened with a layer of dripping sweat and gradually stiffened feeling her grasp a fat nut.

He couldn't believe what was happening, too stunned to do anything but watch as this rather tall and alluring woman molested his sweaty package and looked into his eyes purring "Going to show me your Red-Rocket~?" as he felt the blood flow to his maleness. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment, his crotch soaked in persperation as an attractive and masked girl no doubt smelled the mix of cum and heavy sweat now pouring from his crotch and open vents in his costume. At least one part of him was completely certain of what it wanted as he watched her glide her tongue along the drooling salty tip and take a breath humming "Hot in there, huh~? Such a big lubricated weapon you have, looks prepped to blow too" practically teasing the precum out of him with each word ringing with a perverted lust.

She took breaths of his hot package, inhaling his collected and overpowering maleness before lapping at the hardening breeding tool before her. Devon was no small number, 'Rocket' a rather apt word for his throbbing 10-inch Member now rubbing against the strangers face as she sucked on the salty flesh of his testicles and cleaned his Package with her dextrous tongue. He felt every bump and crease of that tasting muscle, feeling the pangs of pleasure as he weakly muttered "D-don't stop~" and clumsily humped against her careful teasing. "Ooh, going to make me?" she purred back, squeezing his testicles to make him wince as she added "Mighty Cera-Sider~? You don't seem so mighty to me" in a flirtatious tone.

Her words wriggled deep, Devons heart pumping as he growled with a flowing confidence and lust. "Maybe I will!" he grinned while imitating his characters gravely tone. His hands soon grasping her ears and the back of her head while pressing her hard into his junk and smothering her with the heat and scent of his heavy lust trapped in that suit for so long. She squeaked and mewled, letting out a gasp and shiver as he huffed "I need a good Polishing, that tongue of yours will do just fine. Please me and I might not destroy your Pussy before destroying your World!" getting into his character as she muffed an affirmative whine and pulled back with a blush. "Sorry oh mighty Dino, please grant my people mercy before your immense weapon" she begged before kissing along his tip glazing her lips with his salty arousal.

Despite the corny dialogue he was into it, groaning slightly as she lapped at his pulsing member and slid her tongue along each vein and inch. "Ohh-fuck yes. K-Keep it up and you might just be *ngh~!* s-spared!" he tensed as the blood continued to flow until he was harder than he had ever been. His length steamed in the cool air, this mystery-girls kisses and licks seemingly finding and abusing every sweet-spot near instantly to enhance his pleasure and milk out an increasing flow of his salty lust drenching her tongue and spurting messily against her bare cheek while she giggled and hummed servicing the rather impressive and productive tool before her. .

There was no doubt they were heard outside the Stalls, the grunts and giggles, the gasps and slurps through girlish purrs slipping from the door slightly ajar as the tip of a pink Tail wiggled happily peeking out. Time was short, the show would be soon as the pair worked over Devons mighty length, his hands forced her to bob on his fat Prick as he humped and hammered his waist against her face, cum and sweat was smeared against her mask and lips, soaking her in the mark of his heavy fluids and lust as she trembled and slurped. He had soon taken full control, bordering on choking her as he pumped and grunted watching her throat bulge with each shove and slap of his swaying testicles against her chin.

"S-so close" he huffed and grunted, the buzzer ringing for the contestants to be ready as he strained to push himself past his limit. There was no time but her throat was simply too amazing, he struggled to orgasm before they were disqualified while focusing on the heat and wetness of that amazing throat. The girl had clearly practiced, her throat bulging with cock as she only slightly gagged and tensed. He knew he wouldn't make it, thoughts of panic and pleasure running through his mind as she held his hips tightly to ensure the inevitable load would be in her Belly. A sudden pressure pushed him over the edge, some gland or muscle within him squeezed and kneaded as his dam broke. He didn't know how or where, but with a mighty imitative roar he threw his head back and pulled his "victim" to the hilt and revved his horns spraying sparks across the walls.

He lost sensation in his legs, all strength leaving him as he held tightly to her head and watched through trembling spasms and grunts as he experienced the most ferocious orgasm of his life. The girls eyes were wide, watering at the edges as she struggled to swallow each bulging load of heavy sperm swelling her cheeks and oozing down her throat in globs to splash heavily into her waiting gut. Her eyes rolled back as she trembled, barely able to breath or swallow as the pressure alone practically worked his virile seed down her stretched esophagus while he used her for his excess of pleasure.

Devon nearly blacked out, his teeth gritting as he intimately felt every hot bubbling load of his sperm pack her throat and cheeks, a slight ooze of his essence escaped from her nose as Kitty was held helpless against him. Minutes felt like hours as Devon lightly humped or squeezed, shuddering feeling a fresh wad swell kitty's gut and paint her insides before she managed to slip from his weakened grip. He felt the cool air and tender tongue against his maleness, the unknown slut cleaning his still dribbling fuck pole before she stood with a wobble and blush. "That was..one hell of an explosion~ Your Rocket's for more than show, huh?" she panted in a dizzy giggle, her panties darkened by her own orgasm as the Males only thought was to her name. A Card was pressed to his Chest as she hummed "Alice" with a wink and slipped out seconds before a knock rose him from his stupor.

"Sider? You go on in 2 minutes, please be ready!" shouted the attendant. He was clearly aware of what had happened, anyone could smell the reek of sweat and sex from the slightly-open Stall if the sounds hadn't been enough. The flustered male hurredly stuffed his half-flaccid dribbling prick back into his suit, cursing at the small pool of his cum he had left on the floor before stumbling out praying he wouldn't be in trouble for the surprise sex as he slipped the card into his Suit and ran for the stage.

As Devon stepped onto stage he felt the surge of confidence before the crowds, posing with pride while lights shined down on him. He had emptied all that tension and nervousness thanks to his mystery gal, hoping this wouldn't be the last he saw of her knowing at the very least the convention was a major success.