Loading...Must Love Dogs — that’s what the ad had said, and I do love dogs. But I had no idea that those three words would unlock the door to the strangest sexual adventure of my life.
At the time, the sentence that had really caught my eye was the next one: “Only women need apply.” I was no equal rights lawyer, but I was pretty sure employers couldn’t discriminate based on sex.
And I really needed a job, and dog walking was a perfect one for me.
I was looking for something to fill the months until firefighter tryouts in the fall and, confident I was going to pass, wanted a job that wasn’t long-term and also gave me lots of fresh air and exercise.
I’d worked as a dog walker the summer before, and had the time of my life doing it. Girls from the local college looking for part-time work staffed the doggy daycare I worked at, and I fucked at least half of them before the summer was over.
But when I showed up at this place, it wasn’t anything like the dog daycare I’d worked for the year before. First of all, there was the name — Doggy Style. I’m sure it was a reference to dog grooming, but all it made me think of was my favorite position for fucking. And secondly, there were no dogs.
Most doggy daycares I’d seen were always in big buildings with yards for the dogs to run free in, or warehouses that had been converted to have a play area inside. And there was always barking, lots of barking.
But this place was more like a lawyer’s office, with the only sound being the soft, piped-in music that filled the waiting room. However, it did have one thing in common with the last place: young, cute college girls idly waiting around for a dog to walk.
The woman behind the counter was only a few years older than me, probably about twenty-five. She had her head down looking at her monitor, and as I leaned over the counter I could see right down her low-cut black blouse. She glanced up and caught me staring at her tits, but didn’t blink an eye. “Hi, I’m Olivia, can I help you?” she said.
“Yeah,” I said, and went to pull out my resume. “Hey, I just got to ask, how come there’s no dogs here?”
Olivia smiled politely and said, “We’re a dog walking agency, not a dog daycare. Our clients call us when they need their dogs walked, and we immediately dispatch a Doggy Style girl to their home. Now, how can I help you?”
I flashed her a smile and dropped my resume on the counter. “I’m here to apply for the job.”
She didn’t even look at the resume; she just arched an eyebrow and looked me up and down as if she’d never seen a man before.
“You should have just e-mailed your resume.”
“I know, but I wanted to come and apply in person, and find out why you aren’t hiring men.”
“Oh, so you do know how to read…Brandon,” she said, glancing at my resume before pushing it back toward me.
“Come on, just give me a chance,” I said. “I’ve worked as a dog walker before. I’m strong enough to handle the big dogs no problem, and I can walk, like, six dogs at the same time.”
“I’m sorry,” Olivia said, “but when our clients call they expect a Doggy Style girl to come knocking at their door. Let’s just say you’re…unqualified.”
As she gave me a patronizing smile, I couldn’t help noticing her piercing green eyes and model good looks; her features were flawless, and she had lustrous, shoulder-length straight black hair. With that face and that body, I knew I’d have to get this job, if only so I could put her right at the top of my “to fuck” list.
I’d played lacrosse since I was twelve, over a decade, and was in great shape from it. I’d always had the looks that attracted the girls, and once they saw and felt my muscles they were usually hooked. I glanced to my right as a curvy, blonde dog walker flashed me a smile, and mentally added her to the list too.
Deciding it was time to pull out my physical resume, seeing as how she wouldn’t even look at the paper one, I leaned over the counter and flexed my bicep. “Touch it, see how strong I am.”
Olivia laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I was just about to change tact, and start begging for the job, when her cell phone rang.
I stepped back from the counter and waited while she spun her chair halfway around and whispered urgently into her phone. As I waited, the blonde received a text and stood up to leave.
Walking right up to me, she reached out and squeezed my bicep. “Mmm…very nice,” she said. “I hope you get the job so we can ‘work’ together.”
Before I could stammer a reply, she went to leave. As she walked away, she looked back over her shoulder; when she caught me staring at her perfect ass, she blew me a kiss.
It was nice to know one woman still appreciated me, I thought, as I adjusted my cock in my jeans. I looked back to the counter and saw Olivia, patiently waiting for me to finish staring at the blonde’s bum.
“Sorry, I — ”
“Those muscles you’ve got,” she interrupted, “you know how to use them?”
Seeing the dopey look on my face, as I had no idea what she was talking about, she said, “Do you know how to fight?”
“Uh…yeah,” I said, “I played lacrosse for ten years. Why?”
“We’re not the kind of dog walking service you’re used to. But if you want a job, I’ve got one for you.”
* * *
Ten minutes later I was standing on a front porch over in the valley. This was one of the nicer parts of town, where everyone had a perfect lawn and an expensive car. My beat up Integra was definitely out of place in the driveway.
Olivia had told me not to bother knocking so, quietly opening the front door, I went inside.
One of the dog walkers was having trouble with a client, and she’d sent me to get her to safety. I wondered why she hadn’t called the cops, but when she told me her reasons I understood why.
I walked softly into the living room, where family photos lined the mantle above the fireplace. I was checking them to see if I knew anyone, when I heard the rhythmic squeaking of a bed from upstairs.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I moved quickly down the hallway until I reached the door the noise was coming from. Placing my ear against it, I could hear the client freaking out.
“Take it you little fucking whore…take it all…and as soon as I come, I’m gonna rip your fucking head off!”
After finding the front door open, I was surprised that this door was locked. But I easily smashed it open with my shoulder, splintering the doorjamb. I wasn’t worried about the damage.
All I could think about was the damage I was going to do to this guy, who I thought was raping some teenage dog walker on the other side of the door.
I can’t even begin to describe what I thought when I saw what he was raping — a panda bear.
He was naked and on his knees on the bed with the large stuffed animal bent over in front of him, pounding his cock into a slit between the toy’s legs while choking the shit out of it, literally trying to rip its head off.
He started, and spun around as the door crashed against the wall. “Who the fuck are you?!” he yelled.
He was covered in sweat and his eyes were glazed; he looked wildly at me as he tried to hide the stuffed animal by throwing it over the far side of the bed.
On the nightstand nearby, I could see lines of cocaine laid out on a small mirror with an assortment of pills beside it. There was nobody else in the room.
“Where’s the girl?” I said, taking a step forward.
He jumped off the bed and took two steps toward me. He looked to be in his late thirties or maybe early forties, but he had a cut physique and by his tattoos and haircut he looked military.
“Get out of my fucking house!” he screamed. “Or I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Where’s the girl?” I said, adjusting my stance as I clenched my fists.
He took another step forward, and when he shifted his weight I knew he was about to take a swing.
I’m sure if he hadn’t been so coked out I never would have got the first shot in so easily, but as soon as it landed I knew I’d broken his nose. While he was stunned, the second shot got him just to the left of his chin and he was out before his head hit the side of the bed.
“Julia?” I called.
A few seconds later, I heard a soft voice call from behind a door on the far side of the room. “Who’s out there?”
“My name’s Brandon, I’m the guy Olivia sent.”
I heard the lock turn, and the door cracked open an inch as she peeked out to make sure it was safe. As she stepped out from the en suite washroom, she looked me up and down as if she wasn’t sure I was real, and then glanced over and saw her client on the floor. “Holy shit! What did you do to him?”
But I couldn’t answer; all I could do was stare back at her. And it wasn’t just because she had one of the most beautiful faces I’d ever seen. It was because of what she was wearing. She was in a panda suit that made her look like the stuffed toy’s mother, and was carrying the costume’s head under her arm.
Seeing the stunned look on my face, she waddled over to the far side of the room where her clothes — including her bra and panties — were lying on the floor near the defiled teddy bear.
As she picked them up, she looked at her client, slumped against the end of the bed. “Is he going to be okay?”
“Yeah…I think so. I just punched him.”
“Why did you have to punch him?”
“Uh, because he was about to punch me?”
She shook her head at me. “Just punch first and think later — that’s always the answer, isn’t it?”
Before I could argue, she started to remove her costume. She had just slid it past her bare shoulders when she saw me staring.
“Can you wait outside while I change?” she said.
I knew it was going to be a while before stuffed-toy boy woke up. “Sure, yell if there’s any trouble.”
But once outside the door, I couldn’t resist sneaking a peek through the doorway.
Her body was so sweet. She was athletic but on the small side, which was how I liked them, and barely over five feet tall and no more than a buck twenty.
As she wiggled out of the costume her perky tits bounced — they were small but perfect. And when she stepped out of the costume and bent over to pull her panties back on, she flashed an ass that no man could say no to.
She pulled her panties up her toned legs and as she snugged them into place against her neatly trimmed pussy, she glanced up and caught me looking. I smiled apologetically, but she just shook her head again as she pulled her bra on and hooked it closed.
Walking around the room, she picked up her costume and the stuffed panda bear and put them in a duffel bag. She handed it to me to carry, and then went to the nightstand and opened the drawer; pulling out a wallet, she took a handful of hundreds from it.
Dropping it on the floor beside the client, she headed past me and I followed her ass as it bounced down the stairs toward the front door.
As we drove off in my rusted Integra, I apologized for not having a nicer car.
“A car’s a car,” Julia said, pulling her long, tawny brown hair back into a ponytail. “I’m not about appearances.”
And as I looked at her, I could tell she wasn’t. She was in a tee shirt and jeans and didn’t have any makeup on. She was the kind of girl who was so naturally beautiful she didn’t need it.
I knew I’d also have to add her to my list before the summer was up.
Trying to flex my arm as I held the steering wheel, I gave her what I thought was my most endearing smile.
“I could tell you were scared back there…you okay now?”
She turned to look at me and, as I gave her a reassuring wink, rolled her eyes.
“I wasn’t scared,” she said. “I was just worried when I saw all the drugs he was doing. I wanted Olivia to get me out of there, not send someone over to punch his lights out.”
I knew the client was lucky that it had been me who’d shown up and not Olivia. She’d been so angry after getting the call from Julia that I’m sure she would have ripped off his head if she’d had the chance.
“We were both just really worried for you, and if you want to stop and get a drink or something to help calm down…my apartment’s right near here.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“I’m just offering because I figured, you know, after everything that just happened you might want a place to chill…”
“And maybe I can thank you for rescuing me once we get there? You know, get naked and let you fuck me while I’m bent over your couch and telling you how you’re my hero?”
I tried to keep an eye on the road as I glanced over at her, not sure if she was joking or not.
“Because if you want to it’s no problem,” Julia said. “But you might want to hit a bank machine first to get the four hundred bucks it’ll cost.”
I did a double take. “You expect me to pay you?”
“Olivia did tell you what we do here before she sent you, right?”
“Uh, yeah…she said you guys were using the dog walking business as a cover for some kind of escort service?”
“It’s not a cover, it really is a dog walking business. We just give girls who are interested a chance to make some extra money from clients who are looking for…special services.”
“So some guy calls you looking for someone to walk his dog, and you ask him if he wants a blowjob too?”
“Believe me, when you’re a young, cute girl — you don’t have to ask. When Olivia and I started this business, all we wanted to do was make extra money for school by walking dogs. But thanks to porn, most guys assume any time some cute college girl shows up at their door they’re about to get a handjob. So one time, Olivia decided to see if they’d put their money where their mouth was.”
“And did they?”
“You saw our office didn’t you?”
I nodded — it was a nice office. And looking at Julia, I could easily see why guys would pay four hundred a poke.
“But your customers…are they normal guys? Or like the freak I just rescued you from?”
“He’s not a freak, he’s just got different tastes. No matter what the fetish, it all comes down to sex.”
“But fucking a teddy bear…and wanting to hide your beautiful body beneath that suit? That’s definitely crazy.”
“Umm…thanks,” she said, brushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear. “He’s what they call a plushie, or plushophile. He’s normally harmless, but today he had all that blow and those pills. I’ve never seen him like that before. I don’t know if he’s got a problem with his wife or — ”
“Yeah,” I interrupted. “I think he’s got a problem. He likes to stick his dick in his kid’s stuffed toys.”
“They’re not his kid’s stuffies, they’re his.”
“So his wife knows he likes to…”
“No, I hold onto them and bring them over for ‘dates’.”
Now I’d heard it all, I just shook my head and drove.
* * *
Thanks to my fortunate timing, I ended up working for Olivia and Julia full-time that summer. My main duty was dog walking, usually the big boys like Great Danes and Pyrenees.
But I also did double duty as a driver, not only taking them to and from jobs, but also making sure that none of the girls had any problems with their clients. They felt a lot safer knowing I was a text away, and I kept hoping one of them might thank me with their lips around my cock. But none of them would take the bait.
And the girl whose mouth I really wanted around my cock wasn’t interested in the least. Julia told me that guys like me only knew how to do two things — fuck and fight — and she didn’t want either.
I tried to convince her I didn’t like fighting, but in lacrosse you learn to defend yourself. I never started fights but — like the panda-pumper found out — I usually finished them.
And I wasn’t a dumb guy. I would have been at college on a scholarship if I hadn’t torn my knee in my final year of lacrosse. With my playing days over, I decided to become a firefighter, and I knew you didn’t make the cut there unless you had both brains and brawn. I’d been taking courses for the past year to get ready for the firefighter exam, and I had no intention of failing.
As far as the fucking goes, nobody’s perfect. When I played the game we always had female fans that we called stick bunnies hanging around the arena, and I realized early on that I could take my pick of the litter. And now that I was driving all these cute college girls around, the temptation was too strong to resist.
Unfortunately, their willpower seemed to be a lot stronger than mine. Every one that I tried to get back to my apartment politely declined. And any time I hinted at a friendly handjob or blowjob in the back seat of the car, they laughed and told me they weren’t allowed to give away freebies.
I figured if I had to pay for it, I might as well save my money for Julia. I was sitting home on a day off trying to figure out how long it would take me to save four hundred bucks when a text appeared on my phone from her, telling me to come to the office.
When I walked into Doggy Style and nodded at Olivia, sitting behind the counter, I was amazed that anyone could think a place that nice was a dog walking service. I’d asked them before how they expected to fool anyone when the IRS came calling and they’d both just laughed.
Apparently I didn’t realize how lucrative dog walking could be. Low overhead, minimum wage and no benefits apparently equaled big profits. And they were booked solid. In fact, many of the girls were genuine dog walkers, not escorts, and had no idea of the second business Olivia and Julia were running behind the scenes.
I found that out the hard way when I had to quickly backtrack after asking one confused girl if her parents had any idea of what she did for a living.
I walked into Julia’s office and quietly shut the door behind me as she sat at her desk with her glasses on, reading her monitor.
When she saw me she quickly took her glasses off and fixed her hair, before closing her laptop.
“You should leave them on,” I said. “Even though I didn’t think it was possible, they make you look even sexier.”
“Good to know. If you ever come up with that four hundred bucks to fuck me I’ll make sure to charge you extra to wear the glasses.”
“Don’t I get some sort of employee discount?”
“Oh, that reminds me. I don’t sleep with people I work with.”
I smiled, trying to come up with a witty comeback, but couldn’t; I was speechless, realizing I’d been saving my money for nothing.
Seeing the dumb look on my face, she smiled and continued. “So I know how you fight…how well do you fuck?”
If it was possible to be more speechless, I was.
“Not me,” she said, trying to pull me back down to earth. “We have a client looking for a special service, and as soon as they called I thought of you.”
“Umm…a female client, right?”
“Naturally, she — oh, I’m sorry, did you prefer men?”
“No, I just — ”
“I was just wondering, because you’re surrounded every day by all these cute college girls, and you haven’t screwed any of them yet, have you?”
Not for lack of trying, I thought, but said, “I’m like you, I don’t sleep with people I work with.”
“Mmhmm…of course you don’t,” Julia said.
I knew that she’d probably expected me to get flustered when she asked if I was gay — the usual male response. But honestly, the topic had never bothered me. Even though I was straight, my best friend from the lacrosse team wasn’t, and I’d always got along great with him and his friends.
“I was just asking if the client was female because I didn’t realize we had any that were interested in that kind of…service.”
“We only have one,” she said, “and she normally requests one of our girls. But she has a fantasy she’d like fulfilled, and I figured you could use an extra two hundred.”
“Two hundred? Why do I only get two hundred when everyone else gets four hundred? This is discrimination!”
“Do you want the job or not?”
I hesitated before answering. “I guess so, but do I get to see what she looks like first?”
“And that’s why you only get two hundred,” Julia said.
* * *
As I arrived at the house and pulled the duffel bag out of my trunk, I knew I should have demanded more money. Julia said I was being paid to fuck the woman, but she’d never mentioned this.
When she told me the woman had a fantasy, I’d assumed it involved a bubble bath and a bottle of wine, not the gear inside the bag I lugged toward the back porch.
Julia said not to bother knocking, so I went in and changed in the kitchen. The client was supposed to be waiting at the bedroom at the end of the hallway, so I headed down there with some difficulty; knocking two pictures off the wall and praying I wasn’t in the wrong house.
No one came out to investigate the noise, so I assumed we were alone. I turned the knob and saw her lying on the bed, dressed in a very sexy, very revealing outfit.
She opened her eyes and sat up, and said theatrically, “Oh no, who are you?”
I knew this had to be the right house. Any other woman who’d been sleeping and woken up to a guy dressed up like a mascot in a giant fur suit would have screamed to high heaven.
But she only backed up on the bed and asked, “What are you going to do to me, you…you beast?”
I’d been told not to talk under any circumstances, so I sort of growled. I felt like an idiot as I lifted my arms and tried to act like I thought a wolf would act. In hindsight, I probably looked more like Frankenstein, waving my arms in front of me menacingly.
I wasn’t sure what the outfit she was wearing was supposed to be, maybe Little Red Riding Hood? But it was damned sexy and so was she.
The satin top barely contained her full, firm tits. And I could just see her panties peeking out beneath her short skirt. Seeing where my head was looking, she parted her long, lean legs. Her face was beautiful, framed by thick auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. And her eyes went wide as she looked at the front of my suit.
Seeing her almost naked in that outfit, waiting for me — actually paying me — to fuck her, had me rock hard. And, as I was naked underneath the costume, my thick cock had sprung out the slit in the front of the fur suit.
“Oh,” she gasped, “what a big…naughty beast.”
I couldn’t understand why a woman as hot as this one had to pay to get fucked, but I assumed it had something to do with the costume. And I really had no idea what the fuck I was supposed to do to fulfill her fantasy, but I figured if she was Little Red Riding Hood and I was the big bad wolf…
I pounced on the bed and landed on top of her, pinning her to the mattress beneath my furry costume.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she rubbed her hands all over the suit, and felt my hard cock pressed between her legs.
There wasn’t much I could do other than push her bra aside and grope her perfect tits while rubbing my erection against her satin panties.
She moaned as my furry paws caressed the soft skin of her breasts, brushing against her nipples, and she arched her back to press her pussy against my cock.
I figured I was the big bad wolf, so I switched into character. I shoved her back down on the bed and growled as I hooked a paw through her panties and tore them off.
Her eyes went wide with what I assumed was feigned fright. “What are you doing, you — ”
If I wasn’t allowed to talk, I didn’t need her asking me questions. I covered her mouth with one paw, while I grabbed her shoulder with the other and thrust my cock inside her.
Her pussy was ready for me and I slid in easily. She moaned as my thick prick plunged deep inside her, and I could feel her mouth gently biting my paw, clenching it between her teeth as I stroked my cock between her legs.
As I pumped away, her tight pussy felt fantastic wrapped around my cock. The only thing close to sex I’d had since I’d started at Doggy Style was when the cute blonde had squeezed my bicep on my first day. And I took out all my pent up energy on my client.
She wanted the big bad wolf, so I gave her the big bad wolf. I fucked her hard and fast, banging the bed against the wall. I’m not sure what was louder, the thumping of the headboard or her screaming and moaning as I pounded her.
But I knew no one else was home, they would have come out when I knocked half the pictures off the wall trying to make my way down the hall in the wolf costume. And I could just imagine what someone would think if they walked in the room now, and saw her lying half-naked on the bed with a guy in a furry mascot outfit between her legs, pumping his dick in and out of her twat.
She gasped when I flipped her over and pushed her head down into the pillow while keeping her ass in the air. Her pussy was covered with white cream, and I knew that she’d been coming all over my cock.
Julia had asked if I knew how to fuck and I did. My lacrosse teammates and I’d got plenty of practice with all of the teenaged stick bunnies that hung around the arena after every game.
And I used all of my skills on my client as I banged her hard from behind. She collapsed on the bed like a rag doll as I fucked her senseless, and I had to adjust myself to fuck her from the prone position, the suit slapping against her round ass as I drove my thick eight incher deeper than ever.
I was sweating like a horse under the heavy suit, but Julia had told me that under no circumstances was I to take it off until the job was finished.
But I knew I was almost done. I could feel my balls tightening, and the way that she laid limply on the bed as I slammed my pole in and out of her pussy told me that she’d got her money’s worth.
I pulled my cock out and fired two thick shots of cum; one landed high on her back and the second splattered across the right cheek of her ass.
She didn’t move, she was exhausted and so was I. I would have thanked her for the great fuck if I’d been allowed to talk, but I knew I had to get out of the unbearably hot suit.
I headed back down to the kitchen, leaving her to clean up the mess, and stripped out of the costume. I had a towel in the duffel bag that I used to wipe off my sweat, and then I quickly dressed and took the bag with me out the back door.
I wasn’t worried about payment, Julia had already told me the client had paid by credit card. And as I crossed the yard I glanced back at the house and saw her at the window, naked, watching me leave with a look of lust in her eyes like an animal.
* * *
For my first time servicing a client, I thought I’d done pretty well. That’s why I didn’t understand when Julia came running out of the office waving her hands in the air.
“I just got off the phone with the client, what the hell were you thinking?” she said.
“What do you mean? I did what you told me to…with the suit. Oh my god — please tell me that was the right house.”
“It was the right house,” she said, “just the wrong fantasy.”
“What do you mean? She was Little Red Riding Hood and I was the big bad wolf.”
Julia did a double take. “Well, that explains a lot. She wasn’t Little Red Riding Hood, she was Beauty and you were supposed to be the Beast!”
Seeing the uncomprehending look on my face, she continued. “She wanted you to be romantic and seduce her; you fucked her like an animal!”
“Well, how was I supposed to know that, you didn’t tell me anything other than to make sure to wear the stupid costume!”
“Didn’t you recognize her outfit? Haven’t you seen Beauty and the Beast?”
“Is that the one with the blue Genie?”
“No, that’s Aladdin! Beauty and the Beast is the one with the singing teapot!”
“Oh, fuck…I did see that one. Is she mad?’
“I guess mad isn’t the right word — she actually gave you a hundred dollar tip. She was just…surprised.”
My eyes lit up. “A hundred dollar tip! Pretty good for a first timer.”
The curvy blonde was getting a chocolate lab ready for his walk; she smiled at me and gave me a congratulatory wink.
Julia wasn’t nearly as impressed. She opened the duffel bag and quickly backed away when she got a whiff.
“Phew! You better use that hundred bucks to get this thing dry cleaned.”
“Me? Why should I have to pay for it?”
“If you don’t, I’ll find someone else to play the Beast next time.”
Even once she was back inside her office, Julia could still hear me bitching from the parking lot outside as I dragged the bag to my car to take the costume to the dry cleaners.
* * *
I didn’t hear from Beauty, whose name was actually Madeline, until a week later. She called and asked how much it would cost to have me for an overnight visit. Olivia took the call and told her it was six hundred dollars plus expenses.
I told her I wanted a lot more than that if I was expected to be in the suit the whole night.
I was surprised when she told me to head over to Madeline’s house as I was. She didn’t want me wearing the suit — yet.
I was even more surprised when I got to her house and Madeline, fully dressed but just as sexy as when she was naked, opened the door, wrapped her arms around me and slipped her tongue into my mouth.
I know I’d already fucked her hard and bathed her in cum, but it still felt strange to be kissed so intimately by someone I’d never even really met.
After a good ten seconds, she finally broke the kiss. “It’s so good to see you again, Brandon.” She slid her hand down my chest and across my stomach, feeling my muscles through my shirt, until her hand reached my stiff cock, which she squeezed through my jeans. “Looks like you’re happy to see me again, too.”
I was really happy, and really horny. I would have fucked her for free right there on the carpet if she hadn’t already paid. I pushed her in the house ready to get the show started, when I saw Julia sitting on the couch.
“What are you doing here?” I stepped away from Madeline and tried to hide my erection.
She raised an eyebrow as she looked up from it to my eyes. “The same thing as you — Madeline hired me for an overnighter.”
I couldn’t believe I was going to get paid to fuck two of the hottest women I knew. “Great! So are the three of us going to start here or in the bedroom? And who wants to go first?”
Madeline tried not to smile, but Julia laughed out loud. “You’re dreaming if you think you get to fuck me. Like I said, you can’t afford me.”
“But…I thought she hired both of us to — ”
“She hired me for a friend of hers, I’m just driving there with the two of you.”
“Driving?” I said. “We’re going somewhere?”
Madeline stepped in to explain. “You’re both coming with me to a hotel downtown where there’s a convention I’m attending. Julia is a surprise from me to a friend; you’ll be staying with me.”
She nodded at the hallway. “Mind carrying the bags?”
I looked down the hall and realized when she said bags — she meant bags. There were three huge duffel bags, and I had an uneasy feeling they all contained furry costumes.
“Umm, those won’t fit in my car,” I said.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be taking my G550.” She handed me the keys. “You do know how to drive stick, don’t you?”
* * *
After we’d reached the hotel, we left the Mercedes with the valet and checked in. When we finally reached our room and were inside, Julia said goodbye.
She hefted one of the duffel bags over her shoulder, and when I offered to carry it for her she just tightened her grip.
“I’m fine,” she said, “I’m stronger than you think. Maybe I’ll see you down on the convention floor, I just hope I’ll recognize you.”
Before I could ask what she meant, she disappeared down the hallway as Madeline shut the door.
“Before we go down to the convention, we should both shower. You go first,” she said.
“Don’t you want to have one together?” I asked hopefully.
“Maybe later,” she said, with a naughty smile. “For now, just go get your big cock nice and clean. You’re going to be using it as soon as you get out.”
I hopped in and took what was probably the quickest shower of my life. I think the only thing I washed was my cock and balls.
When I got out and toweled off I saw a white bathrobe was waiting for me, so I put it on and headed back out into the suite.
I can’t say I was surprised when I saw a cat — or at least someone dressed up in a costume to look like a cat — crawling on all fours around the room.
I watched her as she rubbed up against my leg and purred and knew it had to be Madeline.
The white-furred kitty cat paced across the carpet and patted a chair, indicating for me to sit down.
As I sat on the chair she walked on all fours around it, rubbing herself against me. When I instinctively petted her, she meowed in appreciation.
I couldn’t see her face, but I thought I recognized Madeline’s ass as she wiggled while crawling around me. Finally, she stopped in front of me and laid her head on my lap, rubbing it against my crotch as I scratched her ears.
She moved her head back and forth until my bathrobe fell open, exposing my half-hard cock. I was surprised when I felt her warm tongue lick up my length.
I leaned over and realized the head of her outfit only partially covered her face, and that the lower third was open, letting her use her mouth.
And use it she did, lapping at my cock and balls like a cat hungry for milk as I stroked her head.
I started when the door to the bedroom opened and Madeline came out dressed in an identical white bathrobe. I quickly pushed the kitty away, who let out a frustrated meow, and quickly closed my bathrobe.
“Fuck, I thought it was you in there!” I said.
“I don’t wear fursuits,” she said, “but don’t you want to play with my friend?”
“Uh…yeah, I guess so,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassingly swollen cock. “But I thought since you paid for me, that you — ”
“I’m paying you to play with both me and my friends…you don’t mind do you?”
“No,” I said, as the costumed cat snuggled up against my cock again.
“Then give the kitty some milk,” she said.
I opened my bathrobe and as soon as I did she went for it. But this time she didn’t lick my cock; she wrapped her mouth around it and I felt her warm lips sliding halfway down my length as her tongue lapped at my shaft.
I leaned back in the chair as the girl in the kitty cat costume bobbed up and down on my stiff shaft, making soft mewing noises as she did.
I looked over at Madeline and mouthed the question: “Julia?”
To my disappointment, she shook her head no. But I could tell by the look on her face that, whoever it was, she was enjoying the show.
Madeline put her feet up on her chair and let her bathrobe fall open as she teased her neatly trimmed pussy with two fingers, watching me and the kitty put on a performance for her.
And honestly, whoever was in the suit was putting on a hell of a show. I groaned as her mouth worked me over, and then she popped me out of her mouth and rubbed her two surprisingly soft furry paws up and down my shaft as she lapped at my big balls.
I heard Madeline moan and looked over to see her fingers were a blur on her clit, her eyes locked on the kitty cat as her furry paws jerked me off.
The costumed kitten let go of my cock and turned away from me with a seductive meow. She reached underneath her suit and I heard the tear of Velcro as an opening appeared in the suit between her legs.
I got on my knees and spread the opening and could see her pretty, shaved pussy beckoning me. I moved behind her and rubbed the head of my cock against her slit as she meowed and tried to back onto my cock.
But I teased her and Madeline both, the two of them aching to see and feel my cock buried inside. Finally I gave them their wish, and slid my cock inside the opening and into the kitty’s tight pussy.
I heard a groan from the chair and knew that Madeline had come.
But I wasn’t ready to go yet. Even though my cock was throbbing and ready to explode from being sucked so well, I wanted to enjoy this.
I slid my thick prick in and out of her with long slow strokes as I rubbed my hands over every inch of her costume. She bounced in appreciation on my pole, trying to meow but unable to as she sighed and moaned while I filled her pussy with cock.
I could feel her trembling through the costume and knew by the pitch of her gasps that she was coming as I fucked her. I knew it was time to join her, and started pounding her faster.
Madeline had been slumped in her chair, still gently fingering her pussy after already coming once watching the two of us fuck. “Spooge on her.”
Seeing the confused look on my face, she said, “Shoot your cum on her fur.”
It seemed like a terrible thing to do to such a nice costume, but I was too far gone to argue and Madeline was paying for this…
I slid my cock out of her kitty pussy and half stood with my hand on her shoulder as I jerked my cock toward her back. Seconds later cum sprayed out all over her fur and both she and Madeline moaned in appreciation.
I fell back on the chair exhausted, and had one final surprise as the kitty cat crawled over and licked my cock clean — every drop of cum.
When she was finished, she stood and started removing her costume. As she stepped out of it, her skin glistening with beads of sweat, I finally saw what she looked like.
She was Japanese and had a tiny body similar in size to Julia’s. And while she wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful as her or Madeline, her flawless body gave them both a run for the money.
She saw the look of awe on my face as I admired her body and smiled shyly at me. It felt kind of funny having her standing naked in front of me, even though we’d just fucked each other’s brains out. It was the same feeling I had after I’d fucked Madeline and then been kissed by her. It was almost like there were two different people — the one in the fur suit and the one outside of it.
“You’d better go shower, Akiko. As soon as Brandon’s recovered from playtime, I’m getting him dressed and taking him down to the con.”
She nodded at Madeline and then placed her hand on my shoulder. “Thank you,” she purred, and carried her costume into the washroom to clean off the cum.
I heard the shower start, and wearily got to my feet so I could get dressed. As I grabbed my jeans, Madeline said, “You’re not wearing those.”
I was confused until she led me to the bedroom and I saw it on the bed — a giant fox costume.
“You’re kidding me,” I said. “You want me to wear that here…in the hotel?”
“Of course. What else would you wear?”
“I don’t know…a blazer? If I wear that downstairs they’ll call the police.”
“Brandon, this is a furry convention.”
“A what?”
“A furry convention…for furries. Nearly every person down there is going to be in a fursuit like this.”
I looked at the costume, looked at her, and looked at the costume again. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
* * *
As she led me through the lobby, I could see that Madeline hadn’t been kidding. The lobby was filled with people here for the Furfest convention. The ordinary hotel guests looked stunned as they watched the con attendees walk past.
I spent every day surrounded by dogs, and now I was surrounded by them again — except these ones walked on two legs, and were more like cartoon characters than canines. And there weren’t just dogs, there were foxes, wolves and others that looked like dogs, but probably weren’t…hundreds of them.
Like me, many of them were being led around by what they called ‘handlers’. Madeline was my handler, and she explained to me as I got into my costume, or ‘fursuit’ as she kept telling me to call it, that she never wore a fursuit. She was what they called a ‘furvert’ and just loved being fucked by guys — and girls — in furry outfits. She also, as I saw upstairs, loved watching while others in fursuits had sex.
And as I looked around the lobby, I realized she must be in heaven. “Holy shit,” I said in a muffled voice, “all of these people are going to be getting it on together after the show?”
“Shh! I told you, you’re not allowed to talk,” she whispered. “And no, only a small percentage of them, like Akiko and me, are drawn to the sexual side of furry. The rest of them just dress up because they love the feeling of wearing the fursuits, or love animals and cartoons; most of them aren’t naked underneath like you.”
“Great,” I thought, hoping my cock wouldn’t pop out again like it had at Madeline’s house. But this fursuit was far superior to the one I’d worn then. It had Velcro like Akiko’s, and had a small battery-operated fan inside that kept me cool.
I was actually enjoying the anonymity as I walked around the floor with Madeline. Honestly, if I hadn’t been in the fursuit and anyone I knew had seen me there, I probably would have died of embarrassment.
But I was learning to appreciate the time and love that some of the people at the con put into their fursuits and costumes, pointing out ones to Madeline that I liked.
And there weren’t just people in full body fursuits. Some people were dressed up in makeup like extras from Cats, while others simply wore a tail on a belt or fur paws. Others carried around hand puppets or plushies, and I prayed they didn’t do to them what I saw Julia’s client doing to that panda bear.
Some of the suits cost hundreds of dollars and some must have cost thousands. And while most of the suits were unisex, some had been designed and padded to show that the fursuit was definitely female in nature.
As I checked them out, I saw one I really liked. I stopped so suddenly that Madeline hadn’t even noticed and had to come back to get me.
When she saw who’d captured my attention, she laughed. “That’s Liru, I’m sorry to say that I don’t think you’re her type.”
I didn’t know what her type was, but I prayed that it was muscular ex-lacrosse players in fox fursuits.
The woman dressed as Liru, who I later learned was a character from an anime, was strutting around the con floor with every eye on her.
She was a petite, beautiful blonde with her hair in a ponytail and wearing two wolf ears on top of her head. The only thing containing her ample tits was a thin brown ribbon with a brass ring in the center wrapped tightly around her chest. Around her hips were the tiniest short shorts I’d ever seen a girl wear; they were green with a yellow foxtail trailing down from her ass. And to complete her outfit she had thigh-high white boots, and gloves that made her look as if she had wolf paws.
“She’s supposed to be a werewolf,” Madeline said.
“I’d shoot a silver bullet into that,” I said, as I watched her perfect butt sway across the con floor, her tail bouncing with each step.
“Shh! You’re not supposed to talk.”
Madeline took my paw — I mean my hand — and led me across the con floor to meet her friends.
They were all in fursuits but she knew each of them by name. I only remember some of them…Foxbunny…Chris the Wolf…Furbo…there were too many to remember.
But Madeline knew them all and, even though they never talked, she understood each and every one just by their gestures. She introduced me to all of them as Big Bad Wolf — even though I was in a fox suit — and let them all take turns petting and scratching me.
After leaving them, we made our way back through the crowd, the majority of whom weren’t in fursuits, and admired all of the amazing artwork — most of it furry related — that was for sale at the con along with other merchandise.
A voice came over the loudspeaker that there was about to be a panel and all of the attendees scurried in that direction. But Madeline took my hand and led me to the elevator.
“We’re going to visit my friend,” she said. We were the only ones on the elevator, and she undid the Velcro on the front of my suit and slipped her hand inside, leaning against my fur and playing with my cock as we went to the ninth floor.
She’d barely had a chance to tease me by the time the elevator opened, but I was already rock hard. After giving one last playful squeeze, she zipped the Velcro shut and took me down the hall. She knocked on a door and a guy I’d met downstairs — Chris the Wolf — opened it.
As we came into his hotel room, Madeline helped me to sit down on the edge of the bed while Chris removed his own costume.
He was a good-looking guy and I instantly knew he was gay. Like I said, my best friend is gay and I was pretty good at spotting them, and it wasn’t like he was trying to hide it.
He told me how much he loved my costume and when, with Madeline’s permission, I took my own head off, he told her how cute I was.
“Hands off,” she said. “I found him first.”
After taking off his fursuit, Chris was only wearing tighty whities. But after changing in a lacrosse locker room for over a decade, male nudity didn’t faze me in the least.
But what he did next sure did. Putting on his paws, he came up behind me and started to scratch my ears and neck…very affectionately.
And it wasn’t because he was a guy that I felt uncomfortable; I would have felt the same if it was a girl. It felt very strange to have someone wearing furry paws grooming me like a mother chimpanzee.
“Do you like that?” Madeline asked.
“Yeah,” I lied, “the scratching…it’s nice.”
“It’s called skritching,” she said. “And it’s Chris’ furry way of showing you he likes you.”
“I do,” he whispered in my ear, and finally made me blush.
Both of them laughed when they saw how red I got, and Chris tossed his paws on the bed and went to make us drinks.
“Did you like my present?” Madeline asked.
“Oh my god,” he said. “Thank you. Julia is amazing — she’s so much fun!”
“Julia?” I said. “You paid for Julia to spend the night with him?”
Madeline smiled. “I told you Brandon, not everyone wants to have sex with furries.”
I glanced at Chris, and went even redder when he winked back at me.
Madeline said, “I hired Julia to be a playmate for Chris, someone he can dance with and be furry with. The furs are like a big, extended family but, believe it or not, some people in the furry community can be kind of…weird.”
“You’re kidding me,” I said with a deadpan delivery.
“We’re not all weirdos,” Chris said, knowing I wasn’t a true furry. “At least no weirder than someone who dresses up in a costume to go to a football game. I wouldn’t be caught dead at a football game, costumed or not.”
“And look at cosplay and comic cons, people dress up to go to those and get their photos in the paper and on the Internet. Dress up in a furry outfit and people only want to take your photo so their friends can laugh at you,” Madeline added.
“Part of the problem is people like myself, who love the sexy side of furries. But honestly, I bet the number of people like me in furry fandom are probably one in a hundred.”
“Weirdo,” Chris teased, and we all laughed.
“Speaking of weirdos,” I said, “where’s Julia?”
“Didn’t you see her down on the con floor?” Chris asked me. “She was the one in the suit scratching your ears.”
I searched my head trying to remember which one that was…there were so many people in fursuits down there…was she the raccoon?
“So what about Liru, the sexy werewolf?” I said. “Does she like the ‘sexy side’ of furry?”
“Does she?” Chris said sarcastically. “She’s practically the queen of the sexy side!”
“So she…”
“Like a bunny,” Chris said.
Madeline saw my ears perk up. “Don’t start getting excited. Like Chris said, she’s the queen of the furry community and she’s very loyal to her subjects. Someone like you, who isn’t a true furry, wouldn’t interest her at all.”
“But I’m in a fursuit,” I pleaded. “How could she know I’m not a furry?”
“It takes more than a fursuit to be part of the furry family. You kept talking downstairs, and couldn’t even stay in character!” she said.
“Okay, okay, I get it — no more talking,” I said, and pretended to zip my mouth shut.
Madeline looked at me skeptically, and said, “You’re still not fucking Liru.”
* * *
After we’d had our drinks and cooled down a bit, we decided to head back down to the con. It was getting late and we knew they’d be closing it down soon, but Madeline wanted to take one last tour of the floor.
As the two of us were going down in the elevator, Madeline asked me if it bothered me that Chris was gay. When I told her about my buddy, who I’d been friends with since childhood, and how I figured he was gay before he did, she nodded in understanding.
“A lot of guys in the furry community are gay, or think they’re gay,” she said. “That’s why I brought Julia, so Chris can play without worrying about getting hit on. There aren’t a lot of women at furry cons, and I figured I’d be too busy yiffing your brains out.”
“Yiffing?”
“That’s what we call what you were doing to me in your big bad wolf suit the other day.
“And besides, a lot of the guys only think they’re gay, and then they meet a furry girl. I’m sure our friend, Liru, has turned more than a few who thought they were gay straight.”
We were walking down artist alley, which had already closed for the night, when we heard a commotion from the far end of the hall.
When we got near I could see what was causing the commotion. And I was honestly surprised it hadn’t happened earlier.
A wedding had been taking place in a nearby room, and as the guests spilled out into the hallway with their drinks, they’d met the furries.
Some of the guests were in Marine dress uniform, so it must have been a military wedding. But they weren’t the only ones yelling at the furries, their women were too.
“You’re a bunch of fucking freaks,” one drunken woman slurred.
“Go back home you faggots,” a drunken Marine called.
“What’s with the fur suits?” another asked. “You guys are into bestiality? You want to fuck animals?”
Madeline tried to hold me back, but I pushed toward the front. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight very well in my fursuit, if it came to that, but if push came to shove I wanted to be ready.
I wasn’t worried about the ‘faggots’ as the drunk had called them. My friend was one of the toughest guys on our lacrosse team, and Chris looked like he could handle himself, too. But for all I knew some of the fursuits might have girls in them — maybe Julia or Akiko — and I didn’t want some drunk taking a swing at them assuming it was a guy inside. If they wanted to punch someone, they could punch me.
Some more Marines came out of the wedding and were trying to defuse the situation. They knew their friends were way too drunk and they were trying to calm them down and pull them back into the wedding, as more and more stragglers from the Furfest wandered over to see what the argument was about.
I got to the front of the crowd and could see that a few of the fursuiters had removed their heads and were arguing with the wedding guests, trying to defend their friends.
And then Liru stepped to the front of the crowd and the tone of the drunkest wedding guests changed; insulting comments changed to ones degrading her for being with them.
I could tell that most of the rowdies were too drunk to be harmful, but more and more guests were starting to pile out of the wedding to see what the yelling was about and I knew this was about to escalate.
I wasn’t worried too much if there was a fight. Numbers were on the furries side and even though I’m sure the majority of them weren’t fighters, I knew with guys like Chris and a few of his friends in the crowd we’d be able to handle ourselves.
What really worried me was the aftermath. I knew if there was a brawl the furries would be blamed and they’d never be able to hold a con in this hotel, or this town, again.
I knew I had to find a way to defuse the situation. At the front of the wedding crowd were the two mouthiest people, a middle-aged drunk and his wife. I knew any time there was a brawl in lacrosse you always grabbed the mouthiest guy first, so I headed right for them.
I’m sure none of the furries knew who I was when I burst through the crowd, and I’m sure that, after heaping verbal abuse on them and no one doing anything about it, the wedding guests weren’t expecting trouble from them.
I flipped off my fox hat and, as it fell to the floor, I grabbed the mouthy guy with both hands and pulled him toward me. A roar went up from the crowd, and as the Marines and his wife tried to separate me from him, the other furries surged forward and held them back.
He didn’t recognize me at first but I recognized him, and I even remembered his wife from the photos I’d seen. His broken nose had healed nicely.
“Remember me?” I said.
His hands were locked on my wrists, trying to break my grip, and he blinked drunkenly at me in confusion as he tried to place me.
“I’m the guy that broke your nose,” I said, leaning close so he could hear me over the tumult around us. “You were probably too coked out to remember, but it was when you were fucking that stuffed panda bear.”
His wife was five feet away, fighting to get through the crowd, and kept yelling, “What did he say? What did he say?”
Her husband’s eyes went wide as he recognized me, and I could see the color draining from his face. I hoped he wasn’t going to puke.
“Julia’s here too. I’m sure she’d love to meet your wife,” I said.
He looked nervously over his shoulder at his wife, who was getting nearer, and let go of my wrists.
I yanked him even closer, so that my mouth was right by his ear, and said, “Take your drunk buddies, and your loud-mouthed wife, and go back to your wedding and leave my friends alone…or I’ll tell every one of them what you were doing when you got your nose broken.”
I shoved him away, and he turned and held his wife back as she tried to get at me.
As he pushed her away, he glanced back over his shoulder at me, and I knew I’d won. “You know what,” he said, “they aren’t worth it, they’re a bunch of fucking freaks. They ain’t worth our time.”
Straightening the front of his suit jacket, he led his wife back inside and the Marines who’d already been working to defuse the situation pushed the other drunk guests back inside after them.
As the door shut to the wedding hall, a roar of victory went up from the furries.
“What did you say to him?” Madeline asked as she grabbed me.
I tried to answer her, but she couldn’t hear me as furries mobbed me, skritching me. And at the front of the crowd was Liru, who hugged me tightly as she planted a kiss on my lips.
Another roar went up from the crowd, and I saw Chris the Wolf and his friends cheering for me, and wondered if Julia was with them.
After what seemed like a million pats on the back and a thousand scratches behind the ears, the mob of furries finally dispersed, drunk with victory.
We went to the hotel bar where more furries and even a few ordinary hotel guests bought me drinks. Eventually, feeling no pain, Madeline dragged me back to the room.
“You were great,” she said, finally putting my head back on. “My big bad wolf.”
When we got to the room the lights were on, and I was surprised to see that it was occupied.
“A couple of friends wanted to come up and thank you personally,” she said.
Sitting on a chair was Liru, and Akiko was back in her kitty cat costume as she prowled around her legs.
“Thank me?” I said, as Liru scratched the kitty behind the ears and she meowed.
“But I get to thank you first,” Madeline said, and started to strip.
As she removed her clothes, I went to take off my fursuit but she stopped me. “Oh no, the suit stays on.”
She dragged me in the bedroom and flopped me down on the bed. Without wasting any time, she undid the Velcro and had my half hard cock out.
She knelt on the bed and started to suck me hard, and as she bent over I saw Liru standing in the doorway, eyeing my cock approvingly. Akiko also came in and padded to the side of the bed, pretending to clean her paws as she watched Madeline blow me.
When I was hard enough she straddled me, and moaned as she impaled herself on my swollen shaft. Placing her hands on my chest, she started to bounce her ass off my furry thighs, humping up and down on my cock.
Her big, beautiful tits were bouncing up and down as she rode me. And as I grabbed her ass she leaned forward, rubbing her nipples against the fursuit as I thrust my cock up into her. She was moaning with pleasure, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the feel of me buried in her pussy or the feel of the fur against her skin.
I felt fingers on my swollen balls, and looked up to see Liru standing behind Madeline, caressing them as she smiled at me. “Don’t come yet,” she said, “I haven’t given you your reward yet.”
Just having her say that nearly made me come, and I leaned to the side to get a better look at her body while still slamming Madeline back and forth on my thick cock.
She was coming over and over from the combination of fur and being fucked so well. Exhausted, she rolled off of me and said, “Your turn, Liru.”
“Well, I was thinking we should have a fur pile, but I want the suit off,” Liru said. “I want to see who I’m thanking.”
She helped me to remove it, and once I was naked I watched as she removed her costume in a slow striptease. The only thing she left on was the wolf ears and the thigh-high boots. Her pussy was clean-shaven, and her body was perfection personified.
As she lay on the bed beside Madeline, I kneeled between her legs and she guided me inside her tight pussy. My thick cock stretched her wide, and as I lay on top of her, fucking her, she ran her fingers through my dark, shaggy hair.
I picked up the pace and she hooked her ankles behind my knees to hang on. She moaned and clawed at my back as I hammered my big pole in and out of her hot little hole. Pulling me close, she wrapped her arms around my neck as she kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth as I pounded her. My head was swimming as her tongue danced with mine, but I broke the kiss and asked her if she wanted to change positions. She said, “No, I want you to come inside me.”
So, as requested, I fucked her even harder and, with the bed rocking back and forth and Madeline’s hand squeezing my muscular ass, emptied my load inside Liru.
She arched her back as she came with me and didn’t let me go, squeezing me tightly against her as my cock drained inside her pussy.
When she finally released me we collapsed together on the bed, completely spent. Her erect nipples looked beautiful and I reached out and teased one. She trembled when I touched it, her body still so sensitive from coming.
I looked down and saw Madeline move between her legs, lapping up my cum like a kitten as it oozed out of Liru’s sweet pussy.
She sighed as she wrapped her fingers through Madeline’s thick, beautiful hair and held her mouth against her pussy, making her tongue her clit until she came a second time.
I sat up and saw Akiko was still kneeling beside the bed, watching; I’d forgotten completely about her.
“Sorry, I guess you wanted to thank me too, didn’t you?”
She hesitated for a second, and then slowly nodded.
I got on my knees beside Liru, and turned her head so I could slide my half hard cock between her lips. She eagerly sucked me, moaning around my stiffening cock as Madeline’s tongue teased her towards a third orgasm.
When Liru’s mouth had me nice and hard and ready for round two, I left both of them locked together on the bed and went to the living room.
Akiko peeked on all fours around the corner, as if wondering where I was going. But I had gone back to the chair where she’d sucked me off earlier and patted my leg for her to come.
She padded across the floor in her kitten fursuit toward me as I sat naked on the chair, but this time she didn’t bend over on all fours in front of me. She suddenly stood on two feet and walked toward me, straddling me on the chair.
I heard the Velcro tear as she grabbed my cock and, without wasting any time, guided me into her opening. She felt even tighter than before, and I held her furry hips as she slowly rode up and down on my thick pole.
She groaned as I stretched her tiny pussy, and put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she increased the pace. As she bounced up and down on my cock, I felt my balls tightening and was surprised that I was about to come again so quickly. I also wondered if she expected me to spooge on her outfit again.
But then she suddenly stopped. “Fuck this is hot,” she said, and pulled her head off.
I was stunned as I stared at her — Julia was in Akiko’s outfit.
“Surprise,” she said, and started to ride up and down on my cock again.
I grabbed her hips and went as deep as I could, and we both moved to kiss each other at exactly the same moment.
Our tongues were locked together as she rode me, and then she suddenly broke the kiss with a loud moan; biting her lip and feeling her legs buckle as she came all over my cock.
I held her in place as she slumped limply against me, and I bounced her up and down on my still swollen shaft, feeling her perfect ass through the soft kitten costume.
She leaned close and whispered in my ear, “I want you to come inside me, too.”
And I did, I filled her with cum. And as it leaked out, I knew poor Akiko, who was down the hall partying with Chris, was definitely going to have to get her suit cleaned again.
The bed wasn’t big enough for the four of us, so Liru gave us the key to her room while she spent the night with Madeline.
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was roll over to make sure it hadn’t all been a dream. I smiled when I saw Julia sleeping soundly beside me.
The second thing I did was go to the bathroom to see if there was any Tylenol. Apparently, I’d been given one too many free drinks.
When I came back, Julia was sitting up in bed. She was naked from the waist up and her small breasts looked beautiful in the morning light.
I gave her a naughty smile. “Want me to put on the fox costume again?”
“Not a chance,” she said, “that thing gets you into too much trouble.”
“You’re the one who’s going to get into trouble, didn’t you know you’re not supposed to sleep with employees?”
“You’re right…you’re fired.”
She squealed as I hit her with the pillow, and before she could retaliate I pinned her to the bed.
As she looked up, searching my eyes, she said, “I used to come watch you.”
“What?”
“When you played lacrosse, I used to come watch you.”
“No way.”
She nodded. “My dad loved the games and he’d always take me, and I had the biggest crush on the star player.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you,” she said, smiling. “But then we went to one game, and you got into a fight with this guy from the other team. Everyone was on their feet, they were screaming so loud.”
“Did I win?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t watch. Seeing you throwing punches, and not knowing if you’d get hurt…or hurt him, I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand the violence. I stopped going to the games with my dad after that.
“And when you came to the house to save me that day, I recognized you as soon as I came out of the bathroom. But then, when I saw how you’d beat him up…”
“I didn’t start it, he — ”
“I know, I know,” she said. “I just hate violence, for any reason. And last night, when it looked like everything was going to get out of control, and you grabbed him; I was so scared. But when everyone thought you were going to punch him, and you talked to him instead and broke up the fight without anyone getting hurt…I’ve never felt so relieved, and so happy, in my life.”
“And that’s when you decided to ask Akiko if you could borrow her fursuit?”
“I didn’t have to ask, she brought it to me to be cleaned after you got cum all over it.”
I knew I should have quickly changed the subject, but said, “Why would she bring it to you?”
“I made that suit for her. I didn’t think I’d ever tell anyone this, Brandon, especially you — but I’m a furry.”
As I sat up and looked at her to see if she was joking, she pulled the sheet up to cover her bare breasts. “So, when you say you’re a furry…you mean you dress up sexy like Akiko and Liru…or you’re a furvert, like Madeline?”
Julia laughed. “First of all, I think you’ve got a mistaken representation of the furry community if you think the majority of them are anything like the three women you just named. Liru and Madeline are, like, goddesses of the sexy side of furry, and there aren’t many like Akiko hiding beneath the fur.
“The majority of furries are just ordinary people who love the power and pleasure of fur. And even though many first put on the fursuit because they’re seeking anonymity, I think what they eventually find, ironically, is a feeling of acceptance as part of the furry community. And that’s what I love about it.”
“Why would you want to be anonymous?” I said, as I slid beneath the sheet and curled my body behind hers. “You’re beautiful.”
“That’s exactly why,” Julia said. “I’ve got this friend, we’ve been best friends since we were little kids, and whenever we’d go out guys would be all over me, but no one would even talk to her. Eventually, she just quit going out, and I felt so bad for her.
“So I told her we should try doing something different, and then she told me a secret. She’d already found something different — she wanted to be a furry. I’m not going to lie, when she first told me about it I thought she’d lost her mind. But she was my best friend and I wanted her to be happy, so I told her I’d try it too.
“We had so much fun making our first fursuits, and when we went to the convention together we had a blast. It was so great being together with her and not being judged by our looks. Beneath the fur we were both the same, and everyone there treated us as equals. I never realized that people could be so open and friendly, so accepting of others, until I became a furry.”
“So, that panda suit you were wearing the first day I met you, that’s your fursuit?”
Julia nodded. “I’m not a real escort like Olivia and the other girls. He was my only client. And all I ever did was sit beside him in my fursuit while he fucked plushies.”
“You’ve never had sex with him?”
“No, I’ve never had sex with anyone while wearing a fursuit — until you.”
“So, you’re not an escort? But…I always see you at the office?”
“Yeah, doing the accounting.”
“But Madeline paid you to come to the convention with us.”
“No, I’m sorry, but I asked her to lie to you. She never paid me; I was already coming to the con. I just asked her and Chris to pretend I was his escort because I didn’t want you to know I was a furry.”
“If you didn’t want me to know, why did you put on Akiko’s suit and come to my room?”
“I’m still not sure why I did it. I know when I saw you break up the fight I wanted to grab you and kiss you, but Liru got there first. And I was so jealous, of her and all the other girls.”
“What? There hasn’t been that many.” Realizing I was probably making my situation worse, I quickly added, “I never slept with anyone from Doggy Style!”
“I know you haven’t,” Julia said, “and I’ve got a confession to make. After we hired you, I told all the other girls that they’d be fired if they were caught having sex with any of our male employees.”
“And I’m the only male employee.”
Julia smiled sheepishly and nodded.
“So you weren’t planning on sleeping with me, but didn’t want me to sleep with anyone else either?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I wanted. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, but I just wasn’t sure if we’d be right together. That’s why I decided to send you to Madeline’s, to try and convince myself that I didn’t have any feelings for you. But tonight, after Akiko brought me her costume and told me what the two of you had done, and after I watched you with both Madeline and Liru, I felt like I was being torn apart. And then when you were lying together on the bed, and she kissed you…and I wanted to claw her eyes out…that’s when I knew.”
“Knew what?”
And that’s when Julia hit me hard with the pillow.
* * *
When Madeline dropped us off, Julia gave her the bad news that she wouldn’t be able to share me anymore. She completely understood, but wanted to know if she could still take me to furry cons as the big bad wolf. Julia reluctantly agreed — as long as she could chaperone.
The furry community was a small family and they always remembered me from the Furfest, even though I never saw our plushie-loving friend again. And though she wasn’t allowed to do anything other than skritch me, Madeline always had Liru and Akiko to play with.
Julia sold Olivia her half of Doggy Style and I quit too. We rented a house together, and ended up opening our own small doggy daycare, with her running the business and me walking the dogs.
But in the fall, Julia had to run it herself when I passed my exam and was accepted as a firefighter. I was nervous my first day at the fire hall, but it was a pleasant surprise to discover that one of the firefighters was a friend — Chris the Wolf.
Initially, I was only part-time at the hall and still had time to help with the doggy daycare. But I knew I’d eventually be full-time and that Julia would need help.
So we put out an ad. But this time we didn’t specify whether you had to be male or female, we just had one prerequisite: Must Love Dogs.