Chapter 5: Inside Dizzy
People began filing out of the Adults Only Market as the time closed in on six. I spotted a vinyl toy place specialiasing in inflatable costumes. They had a selection of modified pool toys and much pricier original creations. Spotting a picture of a massive polar bear pool toy that had been converted for suiting, I couldn’t resist and bought it on the spot. It took a fair chunk of the money I’d saved up, but something about that tiger was calling out to me. Given how enamored I was with the suit, the guy offered me half price on the portable electric pump and repair kit. Wincing, I accepted the offer and continued to burn a hole in my wallet.
Realising I’d not gotten anything for Clara or Désirée yet I had a quick browse through what was left of the stalls. Noticing a pair of bunny ears at one of the leather places I hurried over. They were hollow, and fashioned in such a way that turning them inside out revealed a rubber clip of sorts running from base to tip along the inside. The wearer would lay a line of their hair down in the spiked grip of the rubber strip and fold it over, holding the hair firmly in place. Then the furry covers were slipped back on and fastened securely to the base. I realised their purpose and immediately bought them along with a fluffy bunny tail; the tail’s kit having a way to attach it via belt, elastic strap, or via the buttplug included.
As I was about to finalise the purchase one of the stalls helpers took down a thin black leather collar from the display. They were about to put it away when I called out to them. Happily, they brought it over and gave me the spiel about how it was made and how the leather is ethically sourced and so on. I asked about getting a nameplate engraved and after a concerned look at their watch agreed to have it done in ten minutes. I bought the lot and waited.
A couple of security guards made their way through the room asking visitors to leave and giving stall owners a half hour to pack up. When they got to me the staff member vouched for me and I was allowed to stay until the job was done. Eventually I was handed the finished product. On one side was a stylised bear paw print, and the other the words ‘Property of Dizzy’. It was perfect. Stowing my presents away I said thanks to the store staff and guards, then made my way out. I took a quick glance to Dani’s stall, but she was long gone.
With a sigh I stepped back into the main area and was quickly ushered to the exit by another member of security. I had about a half hour to kill before dinner, so I went back to the hotel via the skyway. Halfway down the raised walkway was an area folks could sit and watch the traffic below, and next to one of the couches, someone from the hotel had set up a corkboard. Bored and interested in what could possibly be poised this far out of the way from the lobby, I took a look and my eyes went wide. Covering the board was a selection of flyers ranging from hastily scribbled in pen through to painstakingly designed and printed. But almost all of them had a single purpose.
Notice of Afterparty. What room, what day, what time. Most had an ‘18+’ stamped somewhere on there, though there were some lacking that label that advertised family fun, no alcohol, etc. I nodded in appreciation for the few trying to make these things accessible to those underage or unwilling to be surrounded by a bunch of horny, drunken furs.
Scanning over the board I did find some parties that took my interest. There was a ‘Shiny’ party for fans of latex, rubber and inflatables on tonight, and one at the same time labeled as a Goo Rave in one of the smaller hotel convention rooms, which given the intricate map on the bottom of the flyer seemed to be right next to the headless lounge. I took a panoramic of the board with my phone for later, attempting to make a mental note of those two parties before heading up to the room to drop off the bags.
With about twenty minutes to go before dinner, I made my way down to the headless lounge and knocked. A muffled ‘come in’ came from within, so I slipped inside, closing the door fast behind me. It was generally regarded as a bit of a Faux Pas to wander into the headless lounge if you weren’t in suit, but I wanted to see how it was set up, just in case I had to make the choice of quickly bringing Désirée here or taking her the longer distance to our room in case of an emergency.
Looking me up and down with a suspicious glare was a pair of guys in fox suits minus their heads; of which were atop a structure of pvc pipes linked to what appeared to be an air conditioner. The longer I looked at the wo figures the more I realised they were identical guys, in identical suits. Or almost identical suits; one was a lighter red and the other a slightly darker, almost burgundy colour. One cleared his throat. “Headless lounge.”
“Suitors only.” the other added.
I blinked myself back to the present and stammered through an apology. “Oh, sorry, I suit, I mean I don’t have one on, but I will. Later.”
“Sure ya do.” the darker one growled.
But the lighter red one cocked his head and gave me a look up and down. “Wait, have I seen you before?” I looked at him wide eyed and shrugged. “You were on that panel!” He exclaimed, turning to the other one. “He’s the guy I said talked about him in suit being a different person than out of it. Dizzy, right?”
I nodded “Yeah, Desmond at the moment, but yeah.”
The darker coloured one lightened up at that, seeming to forgive me of my crime of walking in without a suit. “Forgive my easily excitable brother.” He reached out a fluffy paw. “Arthur.” He shook my hand firmly before pointing to his brother. “And this is Jack.” Jack thrust a hand out to me and I took it, my arm shaken with vigour. “And before you ask, yes; we are identical twins.”
“Hadn’t noticed.” I said with a grin. “Both like foxes as well?”
“Thought it would be funny.” Jack chuckled, playfully hitting his brother's shoulder “I got into suiting years ago. Then I dragged him into it as a prank. ‘Evil Twin’ kinda thing a few years back.”
“But the furry community kinda grew on me, and yeah.” Arthur shrugged. “Never thought to really change character. The Fox… suits me.”
“HA!” Jack slapped his brothers arm again. “See what ya did there!” I rolled my eyes, smiling. “So you suiting up for the parade tomorrow?” He asked, turning to me.
“Definitely. I’ve got a friend with me who’ll be in suit too.”
“Another bear?” Jack asked, eyes sparkling.
“Nope, she’s a Displacer Beast.” The two looked to each other a little confused. “D&D creature? Think Panther with tentacles that can teleport. I mean, the whole thing teleports, not just the tentacles.” I added. “And obviously not the suit. I’m not ‘that’ good.” Grinning sheepishly I looked to my watch. “Damn, gotta get going. Nice to meet you Arthur, Jack.”
“See you at the parade!” Jack waved as I slipped back through the door. I could swear the two were eyeing me, but shook the thought from my head as I made my way down to the cafe outside the convention center.
The walk was short, but the traffic was still in peak-hour mode, so there was lots of sidestepping oblivious businessmen and moving into the right ‘lane’ of pedestrians as they bustled about the city like ants in a colony. A few minutes of that got me to the cafe doors where I could see inside my three friends just gathering their things. Clara looked to the window and saw me, her face blushing a deep red before waving hello. A little worried I quickly looked myself up and down to make sure I didn’t have an issue with my fly or had something stuck to my face.
It was when Shaede and Over both shot me very mischievous glances that I realised Clara’s recently acquired shade of crimson is probably more due to whatever they were discussing rather than something embarrassing that I’d done. I walked over to the door to greet them. “So how was it?” I asked generally.
“The movie?” Clara questioned before continuing unprompted “It was good. They’d never seen it on the big screen before, so that was an experience.” I looked to Shaede and Over instinctively, both of whom nodded in agreement. “No, Anne and Tess. They enjoyed it.” Shade smiled as Over ran fingers through his hair, looking sheepish.
“Good to hear. And I take it you guys had a good chat over coffee?” I gestured to the three of them as I spoke, still curious as to the blushing and mischievous grins.
“We covered a lot of ground, yeah.” Over said with a deep sigh. “It’s certainly cleared some things up regarding consent, so you’re in the clear for last night.” He jabbed me in the chest. I’ll admit it hurt a little, but softened to a dull throb not long after.
“Glad that got covered. Anything else… I should… know about?” I prompted, eyes flitting between the three of them, but they all remained tight lipped. “Fine! Keep ya damn secrets!” I threw my hands up in mock surrender. “So, where we off to for dinner?”
Shade spoke up before her partner could “Nice place a few blocks over. Prohibition-style bar called ‘45b’. You’d only know it was there if you knew it was there.” She grinned, waving for the three of us to follow her as she took off into the throng. Over quickly caught up to her and they had a little conversation going between themselves while the ambient noise of the crowd drowned their voces out.
As Clara got into step, she gave me a light body check; her shoulder thudding into my arm. I grinned and checked her back. “So, find anything interesting?” She looked up at me, still a little pink.
“I got a few bits and pieces, for myself- as well as your others.” I added with a smile.
“Anything for me?” Clara asked, fluttering her eyelids.
“Oh, you’re gonna love what I got you.”
“Anything for me?” she said again, deeper and more huskily than before.
I took a deep breath. “Not yet, you’re a hard feline to shop for. Though something I got for me might get your attention.”
“Oh really?” Clara asked coyly, her usual self again.
“And you as well I suppose. Gotta wait till tomorrow though. ‘Custom Order’.” I emphasised those two words with waggled eyebrows and a posh tone.
“Colour me intrigued.”
“I’d have to use whitener to get the red out first.” I quipped, sending her face back into the deep crimson. “So what did you three talk about that would elicit that reaction, Hmm?”
“None-a-ya biz-ness.” Clara replied curtly, increasing her pace a little to leave me ever so slightly behind her.
“As long as you’re not plotting my downfall.” I half-shouted.
Shaede whipped around “I said don’t mention the cyanide until ‘after’ we put it in his food!” She growled jokingly, unable to hide the curl of a smile on her otherwise deadpan face.
“Wouldn’t be the first time she tried to kill me.” I joked before realising it actually hadn’t. A couple of particularly stressed out aspects had come at me with knives and scissors before. One almost connected. I gulped, realising my mistake as Clara’s red had turned an almost whitish green. “Shaede and Over laughed a moment before realising my look of sudden shock and Clara’s silent prayer for the universe to swallow her up to avoid the awkwardness. “Sorry.” I muttered, just loud enough for her to hear me before the four of us fell silent for the rest of the walk.
Shade and Over stopped outside an alley, the small pathway leading to a courtyard of sorts, surrounded by a small utilitarian road that serviced the back of the shops in that block. In the center of the courtyard were a few trees and benches, lit only by the exterior floodlights of the buildings surrounding them, while halfway along one side of the building a large wooden door bearing a stylised ‘45b’ was dimly lit.
Waving us in, the two more experienced patrons led Clara and I to the door, opening it to reveal a small landing with a narrow and steep staircase leading down. Closing the door behind me I noticed a concealed lift marked with ‘Disabled Access’. I nodded my approval before following the other three downstairs. As we reached the bottom, a couple of thick mats were pushed out of the way and the swinging music of the 1920’s roared into existence. The staff were all dressed appropriately, with several handlebar moustaches and bryll-creamed do’s on display. Some of the patrons were also dressed for the occasion, and I did feel a little out of place in my jeans and shirt.
But the others seemed to pay it no mind, or at least not outwardly show it, so I followed them to a reserved table up the far end, away from the band. We all sat, though not in the way I had assumed we would. I was seated next to Shaede and opposite Over, while Clara sat in the other corner. A waitress was immediately upon us, distributing menus and showing us how to find the ‘specials’. On every table there was a loose board revealing a hollow interior of the middle of the table. In there were several alcohol menus and some instructions on what to do if there was a raid. I looked through the leaflet and couldn’t help but laugh. They had gone to a lot of effort for this place to feel authentic.
After perusing the menus and ordering drinks we decided on a surf and turf platter for us to share. And once the waitress had taken our order and gone to prepare the drinks, Shade turned to me, a question on her mind. “Clara says you like working with latex?”
I half nodded. “Silicone. The liquid stuff, not the blocks.” I gestured in Clara’s direction, not having to raise my voice too much to be heard over the music. “Désirée’s mouth. I made the model on the computer to the dimensions I planned for her muzzle, 3D printed a mold, then painted the latex onto it. Used the fine detail stuff for the first coat, then used the tougher stuff underneath.” Shade listened intently. “Did the same with my murrsuit, but I’m keeping the velvet mouth on the other one, it’s sentimental, y’know?”
“Have you ever thought of making clothing?” I began to see where Shaede was going with this.
“I have actually.” She looked surprised. “But the silicone takes too long to set. Days in some cases. Latex can be poured on and set in minutes if you get the right stuff. And I’ve messed about with that a fair bit.”
“Have you now?” I managed to get her full attention with that bomb.
“Had a housemate get bored and asked if I could make her a lace glove using latex for a house party. So I got one of those bags that bakers use for icing - you know the ones right? - and I filled it with latex that I’d coloured black and began doing celtic knots up her arm. I let the top of her arm dry before doing the underside, then I connected any bits that I didn’t connect properly on the sides. Looked pretty cool. She wore it for about a day after before it started coming off. I mean, bits came off that night, but she wore it through uni the next day and began picking at it by the end. I think I still have the remains in a box somewhere.”
“How long do you reckon a silicone one of those would last?” She asked, a sparkle in her eye.
“Uhhh…” I thought hard about it. And in doing so realised I’d never really done anything quite that intricate. “Assuming the stress on it wouldn’t be too much, I’d expect at least a dozen or so outings. Depends what you do, depends how it’s molded and what thickness and grade it is. The more flexible stuff will bend better but also wear a bit faster. But too thick and it’ll crack when it moves too far.”
She seemed to think on this for a bit. Before leaning in close “Over’s birthday is a little less than two months away and I wanted to get him something really special.”
“This sounds like I’m about to be involved in something that’s gonna prove to be waaaay over my head…” I warned, eyebrow cocked suspiciously.
“Full body, silicone, dragon scale catsuit.” She whispered in my ear. The way she said it had my member strain against the fabric prison it suddenly found itself in.
I thought about it, taking my phone out to write it down before adding other words on new lines of the note app. Words like ‘breathability’ and ‘thickness’, ‘overlapping’ and ‘mesh’. I even sketched a couple ideas using the horribly rudimentary drawing mode. “Okay.” Shade squeezed my thigh in excitement. “But,” her fingernails dug into me a little as she twitched, unsure of my conditions “I won’t be able to do this on a dummy, and I can’t do it on you. So I’ll need to do a full body cast. Or at the very least arms, legs, hands, feet and torso with enough coverage to create a you that I can work off. It won’t be too costly but it’ll take time. We don’t have to do the head, I can just take measurements for that.”
“You wrote breathability. I should be fine, I’ve worn full latex suits before.” She half-growled, winking at me as she released her grip.
“Yeah, but this’ll be thicker, and heavier. Gotta build in some redundancies just in case. If I can manage it, I’ll make it so each scale’s tip can lift up, providing a small air hole. Too big and it’ll work against the um…” I snapped my fingers, looking for the right words “Structural integrity. But maybe,” I pulled a coin from my pocket and wrapped one of the cloth napkins around it, leaving the triangular corner raised on one side to create a teardrop shape about the size of my thumb. I flicked the bit of cloth not held against the coin “Say, that much?”
Shade thought a little before nodding. “If you think it’ll work.”
“HA! I don’t think; I just do.” I exclaimed, realising I’d just gotten Over and Clara’s attention, as well as a subtle punch to my thigh from Shaede. “Aaaand then I realise how deep the hole I dug was and proceed to continue digging because I might as well while I’m down here.”
The drinks arrived as I kept digging my hole and the waitress assured us our food was being prepared. But before we could properly get back to banter, one of the waiters shouted from the stairwell. “IT’S A RAID!” Over and Shaede grinned, shaking their heads while my mind shot back to that leaflet. I grabbed our drinks and plonked them below the hidden panel before pouring us each a glass of water from the pitcher the waitress had delivered earlier. Several members of the band disappeared, replacing their instruments with others to form a string quartet.
Sure enough, several seconds later two men in bobby-hats pushed through the curtains mumbling an assortment of period-appropriate cop phrases as one of the high hats fell onto a drum somewhere behind the band’s stage. The ‘officers’ had a glance our way but spent most of their time in the well lit area jokingly harassing the clientele about their choice of dress and whether anyone had had any ‘Al-co-hol’ that evening. Amazingly it seemed as though the rest of the restaurant had also complied with the stowing of drinks, and after a few jokingly aggressive looks toward the barstaff - who had pulled a fake shelf of books in front of the bottles - and loud thumping footsteps up the stairway, the disturbance had ended.
“What the hell was that?” Clara said, shock giving way to a curious smile.
“That would be Trev and Joe.” Shaede chuckled. “And because everyone seems to have read the guides, we all get 10% off.” It was my turn to look shocked. “Yeah, helluva way to provide an incentive for a place that is known for not being known.”
“I mean,” I shrugged, eyebrow cocked in bewilderment “If you’re gonna have a Prohibition-themed speakeasy restaurant thing, might as well go the distance.”
Our food wasn’t too far behind; the chefs no doubt relishing the extra few minutes that ‘raid’ stunt buys them. The four of us get into the platter with Shaede sensually feeding Clara on occasion as Over and I looked on, envious. The look in her eye was one I’d not seen before, almost a mix of desire and contentment. Obviously their chat this afternoon had gone particularly well, Clara was more open around these two than I’d seen her even with some of her friends that pre-dated our meeting so many years before.
As expected - given the fantastic display of professionality so far - the food was divine. Steak cooked to perfection, melt-in-your-mouth lobster and I think the freshest king prawns I’d ever eaten. But miraculously, by the end of it I was exactly as full as I needed to be without going overboard.
“So, plans for the evening?” Over asked, picking his teeth clean.
Clara looked blankly to me. “Well,” I started, trying to remember the contents of the corkboard on the skybridge “There were a couple parties I was interested in, but I know how you are with ‘slimy’ stuff.” Clara wrinkled her nose in disgust. I’d managed to get Shaede’s attention though. “There’s also a fursuit-only party held in… I want to say Fennec Bob’s room? Fennec Bill?”
“Bob.” Shaede said, nodding. “Those are usually pretty fun. He’s got a good taste in music, but a bad taste in party food.”
“Good thing we just ate.” Over joked. “Well I know you wanted to check out the Shiny Party,” he said to Shaede “And that’s not exactly my scene.”
“Yeah, saw that one too.” I interjected. “Think I managed to pick up an outfit this afternoon that would be perfect for that.” Everyone looked at me wide eyed. “It’s not what you think.” They all changed their expression to one of ‘sure it isn’t’ at the same time. I just sighed, rolling my eyes.
“Well then,” Clara said, pulling the attention to her. “That works out. I- well, Désirée will keep Over company tonight, and you can chill with Shaede.”
I looked at her with a serious expression. This was a bit further out than we had talked about. I knew Désirée would get up to stuff with Over, and I did give her permission to. But would she stick to the agreement of nobody else? “Only if you trust my judgement.” Overwulf’s words almost flew straight past me as my mind whirred in thought, but everything came to a halt with that wording.
That. That is what Clara had spoken to them about. Our agreement. I’d mentioned it in passing to them, sure, and they probably raised it with her just to make sure. But did she now have another deal with them? I thought hard about how to word my response. Eventually, with a stern gaze I turned to look my many minded friend dead in the eye. “As long as it is Clara - the main Clara - and not anyone else that is asking for my blessing.”
I stared her down, but she took it. Holding my gaze she stared right back and with the subtlest of nods said “It is.”
Taking another deep breath I turned to Over and beckoned him to lean down close. “Whatever happens tonight is your call, as long as two things happen.” I waited for him to nod before continuing. “First, her safety above all else. Not just talking about bugs and stuff. The moment Désirée ‘leaves’ it has to end. You’ve got about three orgasms.” He pulled away a little giving me a suspicious eye. “Yeah, I know, but that seems to be her limit. Just ask her her name if you’re unsure.”
“If it’s not Désirée, I take her back to the room.” He repeated, and I gave him a nod of acknowledgement.
“And secondly,” I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, bringing him in close, the desired affect written all over Clara and Shaede’s face; after all, Over was the epitome Dom, not me. He was less enthused by my action but couldn’t help but go wide-eyed and audibly gulp when I told him what I had to. “You fill her pussy to the brim with cum, you got it? I don’t care how many cocks it takes. If she offers her mouth or arse, you fill those too. To. The. Fucking. Brim!”
“Yes, Sir.” He said, only somewhat mockingly as Shaede’s mouth fell open, staring at me, then him. Clara gulped as well. She had only known these two for a few hours but what she knew of them - and of me - seemed to be utterly broken by what she’d just witnessed. She gave me another look, alost asking if I was sure what I’d just done when Overwulf stood. “Come on then, the parties are starting and we are rather underdressed. I’ll get the bill.”
As he turned to leave Shaede grabbed me by the arm and spun me around, amazement in her eyes. “What the hell did you say to him?! I’ve never seen him act like that!”
I grinned, straightening my shoulders and standing up straight in an effort not to look sheepish “I’ll tell you later.” The words as I said them weren’t comical or mischievous. Something about how my voice decided to stamp each syllable made them nought but fact. And while in almost any other situation where I’d said those words I was endlessly pestered for hours as to what secret was behind them, this time both Clara and Shaede accepted it. Was this what it was like for Over all the time? The Alpha? The Dom?
I had little time to ruminate on the meaning of it all before I was being ushered towards the exit by a particularly hungry looking Clara. I fished out my phone and found the picture I’d taken of the noticeboard. I read out the room numbers and times as the four of us walked, before we came to the agreement that Clara and I would get in costume then meet the other two in their room.
The rest of the walk back was mostly quiet, with us taking in the evening’s sights. Friday night was one of late-night shopping hours, special deals in bars and an assortment of buskers and entertainers wandering the streets. But for me they all just blurred out into white noise. I was playing a very dangerous game with my friends life, and part of me wondered if I’d just gone against her wishes - broken my promise to protect her - just for a flashy moment of looking and feeling in control.
Clara was a big girl, she could handle herself. But whatever those three had discussed had her acting differently. I wondered if possibly another aspect had taken over during the afternoon and was perhaps leading her down a self-destructive path. I resolved to find out when we were back in our room. And as the doors closed I grabbed Clara’s arm. “Clara, I need to know it’s you.” She was a little taken aback, but answered in the affirmative with a curt hum. “Seriously, I need you to tell me. Because this is… bending our agreement to breaking point. At least!”
She shuddered a little, Désirée’s growl escaping Clara’s lips “It’s her, I promise.” Shaking her head, Clara gulped hard and squinted her eyes. “It’s me. What’s wrong?” before I could answer a glass of water had been poured and downed, the quick vocal chop-and-change soothed before it could turn into a headache.
I just breathed for a few seconds, still unsure of how to broach the subject. “What did you three talk about?”
“Not telling you.” She waved me off, heading for her room, but I grabbed her arm again. Looking more annoyed than angry, her glare caused me to loosen my grip.
“Look, I made you a promise.” I started, before getting a glass of water for me as well. Taking a swig I thought about how to frame my issue. “I, I mean you… I’m supposed to be clearing the furs for you. To make sure nothing bad happened. That was the agreement. And I know you don’t want to be chaperoned for this entire con, but I don’t want to let my guard down and see you hurt.”
“Des, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“No, two of you are little girls. I believe at last count a little over half of you are ‘underage’. You can bet that weighed heavy on my mind after Désirée’s first time out.” Clara looked like she was about to shout at me before the words sunk in and caused her to see this from a different point of view. “You are the grownup. So is Désirée. But she’s mad for furry cock, and you’re mad for more.” I sighed, placing our glasses back on the counter before wrapping her hands in mine. “You are my best friend, I don’t want anything to happen to you. And as much of a horn-dog as he is, I trust Overwulf. And... he knows how much I care about you.” I squeezed Clara’s hands, letting out a pensive breath. “So tonight, you’re in his hands. Not mine.”
The enormity and importance of the situation finally came down onto Clara. A quick, frightened glance around the room turned into one of hunger. Like a mouse scanning the room for both a cat and the cheese. I pulled her close into a very loose hug. “Over is gonna make sure that both Désirée gets pumped full and you get home safe.”
“And what about my needs?” She moaned.
“Dizzy has some surprises for you.” I growled, indicating a couple of black bags on the couch. “No peeking.”
We hugged for a couple of minutes before I said “Bags the shower.” Clara gave me a punch to the arm, but didn’t object. I was quick to get the sweat of the day off me, occasionally glancing at my phone incase interrupted again. When done, I swung by the livingroom in a towel looking for my new suit. I pulled out the massive Polar Bear pool toy and flicked the pump on as Clara’s shower started, hoping to keep the reveal a surprise. What the maker had done was pretty simple. They had taken two of the same pool toy and essentially put one inside the other, plastic-welding certain parts together to create a surprisingly roomy interior.
The bears mouth was wide open, and a small channel had been made of the same vinyl in a dark pink running about a foot down the fake throat before stopping. A similar tube ran up from right under the small bulge of a tail. Amusingly the bear’s cock seemed to be inverted, the flaccid pink member dangling on the inside of the suit. However feeling around down there I discovered a seam that - like one of those resealable plastic sandwich bags - could be opened to reveal the hidden phallus.
As it inflated to full size I noticed an area on the chest where the translucent white material was replaced with a small rectangle of fine white mesh. At the bottom of what was clearly the ‘eye hole’ the mesh was a little loose, allowing a bottleneck or straw just enough passage. I thought twice about it and decided using the camel pack would probably be a better idea, especially as the arms did not look particularly mobile, nor the fingers… existing at all.
Having dried off as best I could I slipped inside the large, white inflatable body. It was surprisingly roomy; the makers choosing not to create a human shaped space inside for the wearer to occupy, so much as just making sure the outside looked properly inflated. The makers had decided on using the same type of seal that was keeping the cock hidden to close the suit along the crotch-to-chin seam. As I did up the plastic strip I realised if I ran into anything or someone were to mistake me for a real pool toy and jump on me, that seam wouldn’t burst; it was just there to hold the whole inflatable shell closed. Already, it seemed to be well worth what I paid for.
I heard movement behind me and turned. Having the bear’s hips close to my knees would take a bit of getting used to. And what I saw through my little vision slit was a very amused - and very naked - Clara. “Wow, Dizzy…” She moaned, biting her lip. “This is what you meant by having something for the shiny party? Damn…” She circled me, eyeing me up and down. “Missing something though.” She slid a wet hand up the crotch of the costume, the rubber squeaking in protest as she giggled. Then as soon as Clara had come she was gone, sashaying sexually from the room. I took a deep breath and sighed. If that’s what she was like right now, Over had no idea what he was in for later.
Clara opted for the ‘club’ suit once more, stepping out this time with a schoolgirl outfit of sorts. Black and turquoise pleated skirt that barely came midway down her thighs, paired with a white shirt tied in a knot just below her bust. “You are gonna break so many hearts.” I said, shaking my head inside my vinyl cocoon. “And so many cocks.” I added under my breath.
“You better believe it, rubber-bear.” She growled, running clawed fingers over the suit. I wasn’t too worried about those blunted silicone talons doing any damage, but the way they reacted to each other was almost visceral. “Got everything?” She mused, stepping to the door. It was then I realised I’d gotten myself in this thing, zipped everything up and I was still naked inside. “Well?” She was growing impatient.
Getting back out of this, getting some underarmour on then getting back in was gonna take more time than I wanted. I’d spent the entire time of her getting dressed - though she was stupid fast doing so and guessed she wanted to be partying as much as I did - testing the movement angles of limbs and trying to get the custom vinyl hawaiian shirt on as well. As I think back on it, that was what probably took the most time for me. Snapping out of it I slid an arm out of its proper place and undid the front. Spotting my room key - still in it’s armband - I slid it on and did the seal back up. Then somewhat clumsily I made my way to the doorway. “All good.”
“Shaede is gonna laugh her arse off, you know that, right?” Désirée quipped, closing the door tight behind us before joining me at the elevator. Watching me struggle with the button given the massive mitten-like paws of the suit, she took pity and pressed ‘up’.
“Probably. But we all need a laugh every now and then.” The doors opened and Désirée stepped in, holding them for me as I waddled through.
“Well, while you’re giving a dragon a few laughs, that wolf will be giving me a few orgasms.” She turned to the elderly couple in the lift beside us. “Rawr.”
I had to step out of the tight space to allow those two their panicked exit on the next floor. “Please don’t get us kicked out…” I sighed.
“Those two?” her playful chuckle was like a purr. “I like to think I just gave them some ideas to spice up their sex lives.”
“Once the EMT are done resuscitating the old dude, I’m sure they’ll thank you.” The door pinged and slid open. I was followed out by Désirée who swiped the columns of numbers on her way. “Lemme guess?”
“Always wanted to do that.” She said under her breath, the smile audible in her tone.
I knocked politely on the right door. Or tried to. The dull swishing thud didn’t have the same attention-getting power. So Désirée stepped in and after a few muffled footsteps Over came to the door, suited up but headless. His eyes bulged when he saw the scantily clad displacer beast eyeing him seductively, but immediately burst into laughter as he noticed the massive pool toy next to her; head so tall it was hidden behind the doorframe. “No!” He roared “No, no, no…” Stumbling backwards and doubled over he fell onto the couch. “You gotta be kidding me!”
“What? What?!” Shouted Shaede from the other room. “What’s happened?”
“OH, you’re gonna love it.” Désirée replied, pushing me aside to get into the room. I ducked down, waddling in behind her. I was starting to get used to moving in this thing, but there was no way one could call getting from one point to another anything other than a waddle. I practically had to throw the costume’s hips back and forth to get a decent pace, the look of which had Over going red in the face with laughter.
“Oh hey.” I said as sarcastically as possible. “I don’t think he’s breathing. Somebody call a doctor.” I closed the door behind me.
“Dammit! I’m almost done! Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it! I wanna see!”
Over’s breathing returned enough for him to wheeze out “Don’t worry” deep breath “The funny doesn’t go away-y-y-yyy…”
It took several comedic attempts, but I eventually managed to cross my arms, the thick inflated limbs barely able to hold that position as Shaede burst from her room. She took one look at me and with what I can only describe as the eyes a child may have spotting a puppy sitting beneath a christmas tree, she took a running leap. I panicked, holding my arms out to catch her but unable to brace myself. “BALLOON DIZZY!”
“Puffy Dizzy?” Over suggested, finally having gotten control of himself.
“Puff Dizzy!” Désirée corrected. “P-Dizzle!” Her hands were extended in an array of inaccurate gang signs as I looked up through the mesh rectangle at an elated Shaede, currently riding astride my chest.
The fall was actually not bad at all. The cushioning behind my head was fantastic, and even her weight on my chest seemed more spread out through the structure of the bear and down the sides rather than straight into me. “Probably not what you were expecting.”
“No!” She bounced a little, the vinyl squeezing me in a myriad of pleasurable ways. “It’s so much better!”
“That’s better?” Overwulf chuckled, double checking the head of his suit; it had fallen to the floor at some point during my grand entrance.
“What?” I growled, voice muffled by the vinyl around me. “You’d rather see me in a skin-tight Flouro-pink, latex mankini?”
“They have those?” Désirée asked, her tone more contemplatory than mocking.
“Yep!”
“And you didn’t get them for me?” She sounded honestly shocked and a little saddened.
“Well maybe-”
“If you behave tonight,” Over interrupted, his wolf head in place as he strode over to the purple feline “I’ll fit them on you myself.” Désirée went weak at the knees, dramatically swooning into the wolf’s embrace.
“Dizzy, seriously, you look amazing!” Shaede said sweetly, patting the inflatable costume on the muzzle. “Ignore those two, we’re gonna have so much fun!” She helped me up, which given the position of some of the internal inflation, was definitely necessary. I reasoned I probably could roll over and push myself to standing using a wall or similar, but it would be akin to watching a tortoise un-flip itself.
“Hopefully you don’t come across any Porcupine fursuits.” Désirée offered sarcastically from somewhere in the background. “Or narrow doorways.” Shaede and I both rolled our eyes.
“Well we’re ready, so we’ll leave you to it.” Overwulf said. He turned to me to say something serious but couldn’t bring himself to talk to the inflatable polar bear. “Jeez Diz.” He put a paw on the shoulder, not even remotely coming close to my own. “You know what I’d say to you, if you didn’t look so ridiculous.”
“And what I’d say to you if you could keep a straight face.” I replied without hesitation, smacking Désirée on the arse as she walked past. It was less a smack and more a bounce, but she reacted all the same. “Have fun you two.” And with that, the door closed and it was just Shaede and me. She had moved to the couch to double check her straps and afterwards attach her gloves. “Maybe this was a mistake.” I gestured to the suit.
“Are you kidding? It’s perfect!” Shaede said from across the room. “Nice and shiny for one party, and practically goo-proof for the other. Perfect.”
“Yeah, but, well…” I thought of the many ways on how to say it, but blurted out the most direct one without much consideration “You’re sexy as fuck in that, and I’m just a glorified pool toy.”
“Diz,” Shaede had completed her look and stood. My heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t looking at the head, but at my eyes, her well-articulated draconic maw accentuating her words as she slowly strode over to me. “Sexy is good, but you’ve got more than that. How many guys want to run their hands all over me, but don’t because they’re too scared. And the ones that do, well,” She stopped right in front of me. “The ones that do tend to be the ones I don’t like. Presumptive, entitled, wannabe Alphas. But you.” She ran a clawed hand down my chest, tracing the seam. “You’re guaranteed to have everyone wanting to hug you, touch you, play with you, dance with you…” She looked me up and down with a smirk.
“Hey, I… ‘might’ be able to dance in this thing. Maybe. Probably not Swan Lake, but I could rock a waltz.” my chuckle was infectious, causing Shaede to break out into her own little reserved giggle.
“You thought it was freeing being in a fursuit. Just wait. You’ll see.” And with that she flicked the lights off, grabbed her keycard and pulled me into the hallway.
The ‘Shiny Party’ was being held in what would have been one of the hotel’s yoga rooms on the roof near the pool. Due to the party no doubt having alcohol or at the very least alcohol-fueled attendees, the pool was off limits to any of the party-goers. But that was just one side of the roof. The other had a large space with padded floors for yoga and other exercises, while the outside area boasted some chairs and tables. In the enclosed space a DJ was set up in one corner between a pair of smoke machines, lit by the occasional blast of a spinning laser art device lowered from the ceiling in roughly the center of the room.
Shaede and I wandered in. With the party still quite a way from being in full swing she was able to introduce me to some of the folks she knew, and even have a semblance of understandable conversation here and there. Everyone it seemed was dressed in some sort of latex or lycra outfit, from miniskirts to catsuits. Though very few were quite as completely covered as Shaede. As the time ticked by the atmosphere grew heavier and louder, the DJ finally able to cut loose as a proper mosh pit formed on the padded floor. Of course, I was drawn into the fray.
I couldn’t tell if it was Shae that had dragged me or someone else, but before I knew it I was being bounced against like a circular bumper in the middle of a pinball machine. Similar to when I fell before, the random bodily assaults caused me no harm, and after a while I could feel the rhythm of when those folks were about to slam into me, allowing me to brace a little and send them even further back in the direction they came. Shaede was right. Folks just saw a massive balloon-bear and wanted to have fun.
The DJ - bless them - must have seen me trying to escape after a while and brought on some more headbager stuff than the full on mosh material we’d just had. That brief window of opportunity got me out the doors and into the outside. With no under armour and no internal fans, I was beginning to cook. I looked around for any bottles, but there was only red plastic cups to pour water into. I grumbled a little but sidling over to the table lined with cups and several jugs of ice-water I undid the seam and reached out from inside - hand appearing like an alien bursting from my chest - in an effort to get hydrated.
Opening that costume flooded it with cool night air and I was temporarily lost in a haze of calm from the welcome breeze. After a minute or so I pulled myself together, downed several cups of water and managed to get the seam done up as Shaede approached me.
“Looks like you were having a lot of fun.” She said, voice syrupy with sensuality.
“Hooo!” Still a little out of breath, I leaned back on the table casually. “You weren’t wrong. It was like I was the life of the party in there. Either that or a boxing bag…” We both had a little laugh as Shaede grabbed herself a cup of water. Her muzzle wasn’t built for the cups, but she managed by bending the rim in such a way as to funnel it down. And with a smack of her lips she was done.
“So I was thinking of heading to the Goo-room now. Wanna come? Or having too much fun here?” She ran her claws along my chest again, and I could barely make out the sultry stare of her eyes in the dimly lit space.
“I’ve enjoyed my time as an oversized ‘punch me’ clown, but I’m looking forward to a change of scene.” Without another word, Shaede pulled me over to the elevator. Once it dinged, we allowed the occupants time to exit before taking their place. A draconic claw pressed the button I couldn’t and soon we were rocketing downwards to the second floor.
“You sure you’re okay?” Shaede asked, able to hear my rapid breathing now that we were away from the shouting and driving beats.
“Haven’t danced like that in a while.” I said, not wanting to admit the lack of underarmour. It was a common thing with fursuiters, to keep cool we’d wear temperature regulating clothes under the suit. A special type of material that would wick sweat away from the skin, but allow it to stay on the surface of the material so when you moved, air blowing over it would cool things down. With a long set of clothes (to the wrist and ankle) I had been known to rave from midday to mid-morning without leaving my suit.
But without that, the inside of this converted pool toy quickly became a sweaty mess, almost every move I made resulted in some part of it squeaking against my slick body. I tried taking several calming breaths to get my heart rate down, and it helped. But our floor arrived faster than I’d have liked and soon we were out and headed towards the Goo-room. I just prayed there’d be less moshing and more relaxing.
The entrance was guarded, though that didn’t prove much of an obstacle for Shaede. She knew the security here and vouched for me being above the age of consent. There were also two sets of blackout curtains to get through - much like the ones at ‘45b’. But instead of opening the second one to reveal a speakeasy full of immaculately dressed waiters, instead we were greeted by the sight of several dozen people - including a couple in fursuits - covered in slime. Some appeared only lightly glazed, sitting on stools chatting with each other, drinks in hand. While others were wallowing in kiddie-pools filled with the stuff, turning over and over as they wrapped themselves in goo.
As we walked past some of the smaller pools I noticed each one contained a different kind of ‘slime’. One of them looked more like jelly, undulating with each slap the surface received from the couple sliding around within it while another couple spread a much more stringy concoction over themselves, able to almost create bubbles with the white liquid. As we came to a stop near the bar I spotted a larger pool behind a curtain, with another guard standing nearby. The pool itself was a couple feet deep and while much larger than the others, was still inflatable.
Shaede ordered us each a drink and sat down on the barstool at the end, guiding me to stand next to her. “So, whaddaya think?” She asked, straightening her suit.
“Can’t wait to get messy!” I replied, voice a little louder to compensate for being next to one of the speakers blasting rave music. Two shotglasses were slid down the bar and she procured a straw for me.
“This might be difficult, but let’s see how it goes.” Shaede said. I realised what she meant a couple seconds later as the particularly viscous fluid struggled through the narrow straw. After a secondary breath I got back to sucking and finally managed to get a taste of the cocktail. It was fruity - perhaps melon and pineapple - but thicker, like honey but without the stickiness. Whatever it was, it was delicious. I sucked down more of it as she held the glass for me, and when empty she shotgunned her own drink before slapping me on the back. “Onward!”
Being yanked away from the bar - and thankfully the speaker too - Shaede led me to one of the unoccupied pools. She pointed to a sign on the floor. I tried to look, but it was beyond where I could see in this suit. Mercifully, Shaede read it for me. “Taffy Bath.” She reached a hand in and scooped up some of the slime. I could tell why this one was empty compared to the others, it looked like she was struggling to get her hand back. “Wow, that’s thick stuff!”
“Looks it.” I offered. Shaede shook her head, and grabbing a nearby free-to-use towel she cleaned her hand off as best she could. I imagined few things here would react to latex, and of all people Shaede would know what to and what not to touch. Which also went for my vinyl suit.
Weaving through the room of small pools we found another unoccupied one and she dipped a hand in. I could hear her humming contentedly, swishing it around. She pulled up a large glob, stringy sheets of the mostly transparent goo fluttering with the light breeze caused by the air conditioning. She grabbed one of my arms and without warning swung me into the oversized kiddie pool. I landed with a visceral splat, some strands of goo rocketing skyward to patter back down upon my chest as Shaede stepped in, kneeling between my legs.
“Flax Slime.” She moaned. “One of my favourites!” Scooping up a double-handful she poured it over her draconic head. I watched as thick strands of the slime pooled in the various crevices of her mask before dripping down to glide around her curvy frame. Shaede was not nearly as busty as Clara, but she made up for it with a killer figure and very tight latex accentuating every curve of her body. The slightly yellowish slime was heaped upon her bosom, the coolness of it transferring through the latex as she gasped.
Figuring I should do something other than sit there and ogle the latex dragoness, I dipped one of the large white paws into the pool and despite not being able to cup my hands like she had, scooped up a decent sized blob of it to land on her upper back. Shaede shivered at the sensation, breathlessly moaning her pleasure as I did the same with the other paw only aiming for her lower back. Suitably drenched in the slimy substance I began rubbing the slime around Shaede’s body, coating as close to every inch of her as my stumpy limbs could manage. I don’t think she cared so much about my intended outcome as the actual sensation of a living pool toy massaging slime across her ass and thighs.
“Fuck Dizzy, yes…” She whorishly moaned, flinging herself atop me. My suit slipped further into the pool as her weight caused it to re-balance. But once settled I returned to my unspoken task, slapping several more pawfuls of slime across the woman's back as she writhed atop me. The subtle squeaks and creaks of her body atop the inflatable suit combined with the way her wet body almost made the white vinyl transparent where it touched drove me from semi-hard to raging erection in almost no time.
Shaede’s hands made circles of goo across my vinyl chest as mine slicked her sides with more slime. I slid one hand down further, groping her arse as best I could given the large inflated paw surrounding it and the thick draconic tail protruding from her lower back. More moans reverberated into my suit as I managed to wedge the vinyl appendage between her thighs, pushing hard enough up against her that her body began sliding across mine.
“Oh Shit!” Shaede’s panicked voice had me quickly attempt to right myself, holding onto her as she almost fell off. But it wasn’t the sliding around that had her cursing. She slipped into the pool of slime on one side of me, and I could see her peering over her belly. “Over said she wasn’t coming!”
“What? Who?” I asked, keeping my voice low so as not to be heard.
“His ex. You gotta hide me.” This was the first time I’d seen Shaede properly scared. “Dizzy, you gotta, gotta…”
I think she realised the same thing I had. Without crawling between the pools that were barely a foot high in the reasonably lit room, there was little one could do to not be seen. But one thought did occur to me, absurd as it was. I pushed against the release tab and quickly unsealed the front of the Dizzy suit. “Quick!” I motioned for her to slip inside and without hesitation she did so. Her full weight splattered goopily upon me as she slid a leg down it’s opposite leg hole and braced her arms against my chest for balance. I reached around her to the tail and scooped it up inside before pinching the seal closed.
We lay there for a few moments, our hearts racing - though for different reasons - as we waited to see if the Ex was making her way over. “Diz…” Shaede whispered, voice hot in my ear.
“Yes Shaede?” I gulped, heart beating even faster.
“Are you…?”
“Naked?” Shade shifted slightly on top of me, eliciting a needy sigh from my lips “Yes.”
“And that’s…?” My cock throbbed between her thighs; squeezed in the tight, slippery and very warm confines.
“Yes. Sorry.”
The latex muzzle huffed in my ear “Don’t you dare be sorry!” She growled, sliding a slick hand down between us. The sound of a zipper being undone bounced around inside the suit before utter bliss. My turgid member - slathered in globs of slippery cum-like slime - slid effortlessly into Shaede’s hungry pussy. She slid her arms around me in a tight embrace, grinding her pelvis into mine and forcing me to hilt her with every inch. “D-D-D…”
I realised I had little control over the situation, but there was one thing at this moment that I knew I had to do. I ran my hands up her body, stroking her through the latex until they mirrored her hug. Then leaning up to whisper in her ear, I told her “Out there I’m Dizzy. But you’re in here with me. In Dizzy’s Belly. Here, I’m just Des.”
Shaede’s body shuddered. “Did Over tell you I like Vore?” she whispered back, breath heavy.
“I had no idea.” I honestly replied. “But since we’re trapped inside Dizzy’s… insides…” I internally facepalmed for that sentence “why don’t we make the most of it?”
“We’re in Dizzy’s belly…” she repeated to herself, hugging me a little tighter.
“Can you feel the walls of his stomach growing tight around you?” I toyed with her, sliding my arms back into the pool toy arms to press down upon its chest. There was plenty of space inside before, but with Shaede in here as well things had gotten a little tight. So the sensation of me squeezing the chest from the outside seemed to simulate muscles contracting well enough.
“Oh fuck, Des!” She growled, grinding against my cock furiously. I kept one arm around where her back was, pressing down while the other I stroked down the vinyl belly to the crotch. Another shudder from my captive dragoness as the swallowing motion surrounded her.
“Cute suit.” came a voice from outside. I heard Shaede’s teeth grind mere inches from my ear. “Mind if I join you?”
Before I could object on Shaede’s behalf, the woman had slid into the pool between our legs. It was her. The Ex. I was baffled, unsure what to do. I could barely see her as Shaede’s draconic head was blocking the sight from one eye, but from what I could tell, she looked like the opposite of the woman currently impaled on my cock. She had an hourglass figure packed in a pink bikini and what must have been waist-length blonde hair done up in a massive bun. She was well tanned, bordering on orange and the only mark of her having anything to do with the furry community was a golden paw-pad necklace.
“So, first con?” she asked, barely giving me a moment to answer before continuing “It’s not my first. I’ve been here every year so far, isn’t it great?” She scooped up a dollop of the slime and rubbed it down her chest. “Oh this Flax slime is the best!” Shaede’s claws on my back began curling inward, scraping against my skin as her fists balled. “It’s just boiled flax seeds. Soooo good for the skin.”
A grin crept over my face, barely visible in the dim light within the suit. “Don’t you dare!” Shaede whispered at me.
“What, haven’t you ever wanted to fuck with her?” Without waiting for a reply I scooped up a dollop of the slime and leaned forward, causing Shaede to reflexively pull her knees up to my waist. Then aiming square at her head I missed and slathered the blonde’s shoulder in the stuff.
“OH!” She yelped, startled at the unexpected move from the inflatable pool toy. “Oh god that feels good!” She splashed some of the goop on the vinyl costume, attempting to start a slime fight of sorts, which I was only happy to comply with. Handful after handful of the slimy fluid ran harmlessly off my inflatable exterior while she was slowly drenched in the stuff. “Ohmmm….” The blonde moaned, squeezing her breasts seductively “It’s a shame that suit doesn’t have the right equipment, or we could have even more fun.”
“Does it?” Shaede growled, the hint of a smile in her voice.
The blonde had stood, wiping off clumps of goo that was dripping down her figure as she faced away from the bear. “Yeah,” I whispered back. She was seemingly still unaware two people were occupying the one costume. “In about the place you’d expect. It’s just closed. Want me to-”
“Yes!” Shaede snapped, pulling herself free of my pole. I gasped, but quickly reached around her to try and get the sheath opened. While I was fiddling the dragoness turned around inside the suit until my cock slapped against her inner thigh again. Then I felt Shaede disconnect her tail and heard her unzip something. As I managed to free the inflatable member with a hollow ‘thunk’, I felt a thick rubber slab press against my hands. “Just… gotta…” I could feel her fingers working overtime at the base of her pelvis and by the time I figured out what she was doing, the massive rubber cock had been firmly fastened to a hidden harness and threaded into the previously hollow vinyl member. “Grab her!”
Obeying the growled command I leaned forwards and wrapped my vinyl arms around the blonde’s waist, pulling her back to land astride my belly. “Hey!” She protested, but sliding down she came to rest against the thick and rather solid rubber cock. “Oh Jesus!” She wrapped a hand around it, then the other. “Holy fuck how big are you?” My paws - still lightly wrapped around her sides - pulled her down, pressing her pussy against the base of it’s slick shaft. “Oh fuck bear, I don’t think it’ll fit…”
“I’ll make it fit, bitch…” Shaede almost imperceptibly growled. “Set her up.”
“Are you-” I began, but was cutoff by a very passionate dragoness.
Shaede slid up my body a little, allowing my cock head to push up between her thighs. I felt it glance the folds of her pussy before coming to rest at her puckered ring. “Set. Her. Up.” I gulped, but complied with her wishes. Using the large paws I pulled the blonde back up my chest until I felt Shaede tap my thigh. “Are you with me?”
“B-bear…” the Blonde wasn’t panicked enough to try and climb off of the suit, but she did seem a little concerned. “A-are you gonna…” I heard her hands squeeze the outside of the suit in anticipation and knew in that moment, the Blonde wanted this as much as Shaede and I did. With the woman at the right angle, and both her thighs and the cock covered in a fresh coat of slime, I slid her down it’s length. “BEAR!” The whole suit shuddered as she bottomed out on the vinyl-wrapped member.
My cock strained, pressing hard against Shaede’s rim. She leaned back to whisper to me “Nobody fucks me in the arse.” She wriggled her hips, my cock head grinding against the iris. “But you help me fuck this bitch until she’s a mewling mess, and you can be the first. Deal?”
“B-Bear…” her moans were becoming more throaty, wavering as her body attempted to deal with the immense member buried inside her. “Fuck… it… it…”
I withdrew one arm from it’s limb and slid it around the slimy body of the Dragoness tempting me. Tracing fingers up to her breast I cupped it in my hand before firmly squeezing “Let’s break a bimbo” I moaned into her ear. However, I soon discovered I was vastly unprepared for the intensity of sensation that assaulted my cock when Shaede slammed her arse against my hips. It was so much hotter in the back door as opposed to the front entrance. And tighter, so very much tighter. Something stupid popped into my head and my brain didn’t have time to stop it before my mouth acted. “Bet you didn’t think this morning you’d be inside Dizzy’s belly being fucked up the arse while he rams his cock into the woman you replaced?”
Shaede came. I could feel it ripple through her. “Bear?” The blonde inquired, feeling the pool toy beneath her shake. I didn’t want our secret found out so I did what I could. With one hand wrapped around Shaede holding her slick, goo coated body to me, the other pushed down on the Blonde’s waist as I bucked upwards. My cock was already hilted inside Shaede as Dizzys was in the Ex., but through the motion between us I managed to draw out a gasp from both women. “Oh fuck, Bear…” She moaned again.
I slowly settled into a rhythm, thrusting upward into Shaede’s arse as she slammed her cock through Dizzy into the woman on top. I growled loudly to cover the dragoness’ moaning while pinching her nipple. “It’s so nice and warm in here.” I whispered into Shaede’s ear “Inside Dizzy’s gut. His juices sliding around us… inside us…” I pulled out far enough to gloop a handful of slime onto my cock, pausing my upward thrusts briefly while I redirected my internal hand from breast to crotch to breast. Then once I knew Shaede felt the slime against her arse I thrust back in. She shivered violently again, whether from orgasm or not I couldn’t tell as her arse felt as tight as ever.
“Fuck me bear!” The blonde all but screamed from on top. “Fuck me!” I picked up the pace. The bounciness of the suit's construction was finally becoming noticeable as the blonde bimbo was rocked halfway up the chest before being slammed back down on the massive dong. While inside the suit I was holding the dragoness close enough and tight enough that I wasn’t destroying her arse in the process. We were moving as one with just a slight difference to keep us both on edge.
It wasn’t long before the Ex was reaching her peak. Frantic attempts to grab ahold of any part of the suit combined with a stammered ‘I’m- I’m- I’m…” was all I needed to clue me in. And just as I felt her body tense up I used the externally dextrous paw to push her hard onto the faux cock, ramming upward with all my might. Her body went from tense to limp after several seconds, the woman sliding forward to topple face first into the side of the pool, covering her again in the slick slime.
I quickly brought both arms in to hold Shaede tight to me. “Dizzy fucked her good, didn’t he?” Shaede was breathing hard, nodding along with my words. “Do you think he’s done with her?” the draconic head shook without hesitation. “I wonder what’ll happen next.”
I still don’t entirely know how I managed what I did next. With Shaede almost limp against me, I stood in the suit, my cock still wedged firmly in her arse as I held her body tight against mine. Then lining up with the raised bimbo arse before me, I dropped to my knees - our knees - with Dizzy now at the perfect angle to claim his next prize. I pushed both arms through into their limbs, dragging Shaede’s hands with me. With our fingers interwoven, we placed Dizzy’s paws on the woman's sides.
“Bear?” She asked, mouth barely able to get the word out as she blinked slime-covered eyes at the white blob descending from behind. “What... what are-”
Shaede felt the rubber cock find it’s target and thrust forward without me, ramming halfway into the woman’s arse. Little did I know she wasn’t protesting because she was caught in a silent scream. Little did I know she disliked Anal. Little did I know that was because it was her achilles heel. But Shaede knew. Shaede knew because Overwulf had told her. Drunkenly one night he confided in her, revealed a secret he’d been sworn to protect; that this woman would cum ‘hard and fast when taken up the arse’.
The elasticity of the suit caught up with me and slid my cock back inside Shaede, who shuddered at the sudden entry. “Keep up.” She growled quietly. And after she set the pace, I did my best to. Inch by inch, thrust by thrust, the massive rubber cock disappeared more and more into the Ex’s over-sensitive arse.
“B-b-b-b…” She couldn’t manage a single word, Shaede’s malicious intentions being realised full force as the woman shuddered forward into the goo. The Dragoness’ arms resisted a little, but eventually I forced our paw placement further up the woman’s body to hold her head up out of the goo. And that’s when I saw something that might bring Shaede a bit of joy.
“Go with me on this.” I whispered in her ear. Thrusting forward I buried myself within Shaede’s arse, causing all three of us to moan loudly as the two cocks roughly hilted their respective rears. I dropped one paw down into the goo, slathering it in the stuff. Then with a couple of deft flicks I managed to knock out the two sticks holding the bimbo’s hair in a bun.
“Nooooooo…” She groaned, her hair flicking out, unwinding from it’s prison. But I wasn’t about to let it go to waste draped across her body. Hoping I could gather as much of it as possible, I shot the stubby inflatable paw into the mass of hair and spun it around, wrapping the golden strands around the vinyl. While the slime seemed to make the suit naturally slippery, combined with the hair it seemed to stick to the suit like paper mache to a balloon. Managing to get a decent handful wrapped around several times I held the woman’s hair like a submissive brat. “Ahhn!” She protested while pushing back against the thick rubber cock in her arse.
Shaede’s fingers had been threaded through mine, and as such she had just as much control over Dizzy’s movements as I did, so I left it to her. “Is Dizzy gonna treat her like the slut she is?” The nod was immediate. I slid both hands back into the body of the suit, running them up and down Shaede’s body as we squishily ground against each other. “Good, then you and I can digest here while those two fuck themselves senseless.”
Shaede’s pace would have made a jackhammer blush. Maybe it was because I was thrusting in synch with her that our combined power made it easier, or perhaps the pure unadulterated hatred she had within was driving her onward. But our constant reaming of this poor woman’s arse eventually took its toll on the both of us. I had come close to orgasm several times, but then I’d feel a pang of pain from a calf muscle threatening to be pulled or something in my lower back would pop and the discomfort would push me away from the climax.
When the bimbo’s hair finally slipped free of Dizzy’s grip and she fell face first into the slime - practically unconscious - Shaede and I knew it had to end. We righted her so she was leaning against the pool wall but otherwise left her there. Standing was difficult but we eventually made our way over to an empty wall and collapsed. One of the security guards wandered up to us and asked if we were okay. Shaede tried to give a thumbs up but failing that, just thrust a paw skyward. So she grunted “We’re fine.” I prodded her side. “Ugh, might want to check on her though…” and she jabbed the paw in the blonde’s direction.
If the dictionary had a picture for the word ‘dishevelled’, the way this woman looked right now would have to have been a top contender. Her hair was matted with the slimy goop, except for a section at one end that almost looked fused into a wide curl from where it had wrapped around the paw. Her face was covered in a collection of semi-dry and freshly splashed slime and her bikini was half undone and barely staying on her body. The guard checked to make sure she was breathing, and in doing so managed to wake her up.
I couldn’t hear her mumbled conversation, but the guard asking if she needed help was met with a shook head. She unsteadily made her way out of the kiddie pool and stumbled over to the bar. “We should probably get out of here before she notices us…” Shade whispered. But leaning forward she pushed against the still raging erection inside her arse and winced. “Fuck! Did you even cum?”
“Got a bit strange there…” I offered as an excuse. “And I’d love to finish, but I think you’re right. We should skedaddle while the skedaddling’s good.” I felt Shaede pull her arms in from the vinyl limbs and grope about the front of the suit. Sighing about our fun ending for now, I reached around and found what she was searching for, pulling the internal tab that opened the costume’s seam. She rose off my cock and shuddered, pulling herself free of the suit before zipping her own costume up. Then reaching back inside for her disconnected tail, she unbuckled the girthy rubber cock and slipped it back inside it’s hiding place. “You owe me a ride on that.” I said without thinking.
“Oh do I now?” Shade smirked, reattaching her tail. “You or Dizzy?”
I resealed the seam and slipped my arms back into place, holding out a hand for her to help me up. “Your choice.” I wouldn’t have minded either way. But after our adventure inside Dizzy, what I desperately wanted was a slicked up Dragoness taking me from behind, not my furry counterpart. Shaede helped haul me to my feet before leading me through the minefield of slime-filled kiddie pools back to the main hallway.
Before we could leave, the guard at the door held out a couple of towels and pointed to my crotch. I looked down to see the inflatable ursine cock still standing proud. “Ah, shit, sorry. Shaede?” She nodded, pressing the member back into its sheath before fumbling with it’s own seal. After a few tries she got it right and once toweled off the guard was happy to let us leave, if not amused.
As we walked down the corridor a faint sloshing noise could be heard, as I noticed it harder to walk than before. Looking down I saw the slime inside the suit had pooled to shin height, and looking back at me to figure out while I’d slowed, Shaede came to the same conclusion. “Your room. Now.” We got to the elevator as quick as my loaded suit could and rode it up to the right floor. With a beep and a swish we were inside the room. Clara’s door was wide open and her bed empty, which meant a good chance she wasn’t back yet. But before I could think too much about that I was being dragged into the living area. The coffee table was pushed aside and Shaede threw me to the floor. Then she turned out the light.
In the darkness I listened carefully as the slime sloshed around behind me. Then I heard an almost melodic “Is Dizzy still hungry?”
“Dizzy is always hungry for dragon…” I growled, unable to help myself. I opened the suit up and Shaede slid in. Holding her tight and making sure her tail was in I closed the seam and hugged her tight. She hugged back, but that wasn’t my reason for the embrace. Hefting our bodies to the side I rolled us around the room, coating us in what we were both happy to pretend were Dizzy’s digestive juices. “His stomach is so warm, and tight…” I moaned into Shaede’s neck, giving her shivers.
The dragoness’ response was almost silent, the barest hint of a zip being undone forecast the events to come. Seconds later I felt the welcoming heat of Shaede’s pussy swallow my cock whole. Bottoming out - pelvis on pelvis - we sighed into each other's ear. It had been a long and intense night, and unwinding like this was the perfect way to end it. She ground against me softly, knees rising to my waist as she nestled atop me. One of her hands found it’s way to my chest where it clawed at me playfully while the other wrapped around behind my neck, pulling our heads tight against each other.
“Stay with me…” She half whimpered, half moaned. It was then I realised this whole ‘Vore’ thing was a substantial kink for Shaede. I guessed given Overwulf’s reaction to slime, he probably wasn’t a fan of this either; at least the digestion part. Somehow I’d managed to open a can of very very kinky worms, and the Dragoness laying on me was wanting to fall into that fiction as much as possible. Which probably explained why she turned off the lights. I wrapped one arm around her and slid the other through the suit’s arm and began stroking down the costume from throat to legs. I got the desired effect; a lusty moan and a shiver of fear.
“It’ll be okay…” I said in my own soothing voice, desperately wanting to play a sadistic Dizzy but deciding the mood was not right. I scooped up a handful of the slime and slathered it across her latex-covered back “At first it’ll tingle…” sliding the hand further down her body I cupped her arse, gently brushing my digit against her slightly swollen - and still sensitive - rectum. She shuddered against me with a gasp, arse cheeks clenching along with her pelvic floor. I moaned at the pressure exerted upon my member before continuing “But once the acid dissolves your nerves…” I slid my finger a little further down, prodding at the puckered rim gently “You’ll feel no pain at all.”
Before I could test Shaede’s willingness to let my fingers where she had just told me no man but myself had gone, the dragoness had pulled my hand away, placing it upon one of her breasts. Not wanting to ruin the moment I squeezed hard while kissing her shiny neck. The rubbery taste mixed with flax wasn’t unappetising, but as sexy as it was having this latex dragoness fucking me I desperately wanted for my lips to meet her skin. But to Shaede, it was all the same, her gasped moan reverberating inside the suit, causing me to press down harder with my external hand.
“Des…” Shaede sighed. “Des, I want… I need to cum one last time before-”
“Don’t talk like that.” I said softly, hamming it up. “This isn’t the end.”
“Of course it is…” She whimpered.
“Shhhh- shush shush shush… It’s okay.” My attempt to soothe the dragoness caused her to hug me tight. “Let’s cum together, one last time.” I heard a sensual growl warble from the muzzle sloppily squished against my ear. Kneading her breast with one hand and using the other to stroke down her back, we slowly built up a rhythm. Every time she pressed down onto me I pushed up with my hips and down onto her waist with my hand. And soon we were going at a pace.
But as I felt Shaede’s body begin to stiffen, and her breathing become erratic I decided to amp up her experience. “He’s-” I stammered “He’s rolling over!” Hilting myself within her and sliding the hand on her breast around to hold her tight to me, I used the other arm to leverage Dizzy off his back and onto his stomach. The way Shaede was now against the seam had her almost half-submerged in the body-temperature flax slime, and it pushed her over the edge. “DES!” She cried, her legs clamping onto me as I did my best to piston into her from this new position. Fortunately my feet pressing against Dizzy’s soles and Shaede’s shoulders being held in place by one arm gave me enough leverage.
“Cuh- Cuhm…” Shaede stammered, willing me to climax with her. After the night we’d had, I needed no further invitation. Pushing myself as deep as I could I unloaded the nights worth of pent up seed, my already blackened sight sparkling from the rush of chemicals and hormones flooding my bloodstream. We lay almost perfectly still as spurt after spurt I painted Shaede’s convulsing passage white, our breaths hot in each other's ear. Whimpered whispers of praise and comfort fled our lips, practically inaudible over the beating of our hearts. I slid both hands around to cradle Shaede’s head.
Which is when I felt the carpet through the eye-hole-mesh. Somewhat panicky I rolled us back over, allowing Shaede to rest on top of me once she realised what I was doing. “Fuck me Des…” She said breathlessly, the hint of a smile in her tone.
“I thought I just did.” I joked, breathing heavily as the Dragoness made herself comfortable on top. “We’re doing this again before the con ends, right?”
“Don’t make me hunt you down…” She growled threateningly, claws scraping down my sides. She slowed her breathing with some exercises, while I continued to pant; allowing my inflating and deflating chest to be more prominent for the woman posed atop it. “Fuck…”
That’s when we heard we heard the hallway door click.