Two very offbeat couples who use costumes to improve their relationships.
Extreme Togetherness
By Paul Calhoun
Freebie this time. For some money, I'll post what happens after!
An idea I've been rolling around for awhile. A two person costume that's not quite the usual version. Two couples use a costume party themed 'co-operation' to get some real quality together time. Of course, to the average viewer, what they might see is one couple with matching costumes.
Charles turned the invitation around in his hand, reading it for the fifteenth time. 'Costume party. This year's theme: Co-operation." Melissa had been overjoyed. She and Jess had been going on about 'togetherness' and 'getting closer' with him and Kevin for awhile now. The male halves of the relationships couldn't quite work out what the problem was. They seemed pretty close in bed at night and how much more together could they get? They'd also been very gung-ho on animals, so Charles expected a pantomime horse or cow. They'd be together all night, co-operating and his imaginary 'wandering eye' would most definitely be curbed by being - he figured - in back. All he'd be looking at was Melissa. In truth, she was the only one he looked at anyway so it wasn't much of a loss.
He was surprised and confused when Melissa came in carrying a brown bundle that unfolded to be no larger than she was. "Hi, honey," she said, bending to kiss Charles before laying the costume on the bed. It was a horse, thought more of a pony. A barrel chested one with thick limbs.
"I thought we were doing two-person costumes." He said, looking up at Melissa.
"That's what this is." She said, smiling broadly. "You'll see. Just get yourself in and I'll show you." Charles picked up the costume, but Melissa put her hand on his. "Nuh-uh. You have to take your clothes off. Everything." Charles couldn't help but get aroused as Melissa helped him remove all his clothing. She took his shaft gently in her hand and kissed him. "Exactly what I need. Hop in.
The legs were ridiculously loose and as Charles put his arms in the sleeves, he found the whole costume way too big on him. The head, partially stuffed, bounced on his back every time he moved. When his hands entered the hooves, his fingers curled around the little knob in each one. "What are these for?"
"Ditto previous explanation," Melissa said. She bent and swiftly rolled her tights down, then pulled her dress off over her head. She wasn't wearing anything underneath and she grinned as Charles sprang back to attention. "Great. Let's get that where it needs to be before we lose it again." She put her arms around Charles and he closed his eyes, expecting a tender kiss. This was administered, but only after he felt warm flesh pressing against his legs. He opened his eyes and looked down to see that Melissa had stepped into the costume, which was now pretty tight around their two pairs of legs. She reached down and guided him into her, pressing their pelvises together. "Have you guessed it yet?" She said playfully.
"I think so," Charles gulped. "Though I'm not sure I can keep myself like this all night."
Melissa giggled. "I'm sure I'll be satisfied. I always am." She reached back and put her arms into the costume's with Charles. They got the zipper partway up, but then Melissa grimaced and let out a short yelp. "I'm limber, but not quite that much anymore." She wiggled, driving Charles into the first of what promised to be a multi-climax night. She let him pull the zipper all the way and slipped her arm back in before commenting. "Glad to see I've still got it. Now, I'll show you what these do," she wiggled her fingers on the knob, tickling Charles' hand. "You turn it this way and they unlock." She turned one and the hoof swung free on a hinge, allowing their hands to reach out of the sleeve. She caught it again and locked the hoof back to the costume. "The other way does this." She turned and the hoof dropped as the one foreleg extended. She wove their arm a little and there was a 'click.' The foreleg was now stiff and hung most of the way to the floor. She did the same with the other foreleg. "I really hope I can still do this. Bend over."
Charles bent slowly, letting Melissa guide their progress as she had all night so far. When she was almost horizontal, the hooves reached the floor and they put part of their weight on them. The forelegs held and they took a few experimental steps on them. Each time they moved their back legs, the motion of their still joined sex organs sent a thrill through Charles and Melissa's body. They were indulging in a passionate kiss as they walked slowly around the room when the head overbalanced and fell down, plunging them into shadow. Melissa craned her neck back. "I guess we'd better check on how we look."
The pony's nose and neck had a liberal amount of mesh replacing sections of fur, as well as holes in the nose, a slightly open mouth and holes in the ears for air flow. Charles could see down and forward past Melissa and Melissa saw up and forward past Charles. Between the two of them, either could stop the horse if they saw something and with a bit of practice guide their steps around obstacles that the other might not see. The horse walked around the bed to Melissa's full body mirror and the couple both moved it in various ways to see how well they had done. It was a pretty thick set beast, but it was not very obvious that there were two people inside. They shifted their weight slightly to make the pony look more balanced on its front hooves but otherwise they agreed that they looked good in it. The pony tossed its head and pawed the ground, Melissa laughing as Charles got into it.
"I hope Jess and Kevin are doing as well with theirs." Melissa said. "It's a harder one than this."
"What are they going as?" Charles asked.
Melissa bent her head to give him a lingering kiss. "You'll see." She giggled. "Let's just say this horse needs a rider." They clambered up on to the bed where the horse lay spread-eagled. "Let's enjoy the wait." The horse bucked and rolled, its limbs moving in a way an outsider would consider odd or even alarming if they didn’t know about its dual occupancy and Melissa laughed again as Charles produced a pretty good neigh.
"Don't you think we ought to get ready for the party?" Kevin panted. "Charles and Melissa are waiting."
Jess looked up from where she was kneeling and slowly let Kevin's penis slide out of her mouth. "I'm sure they won't mind," she said huskily. "I know that they'll be enjoying their costume as much as we'll enjoy ours." She got up. "But it will take us longer to get ours on than it will them, so I guess you're right." She bounced out, humming happily and returned with a big cardboard box. "I've already put everything in the order we'll have to put them on." She pulled out a stick of antiperspirant and threw it to Kevin, taking out one for herself. "I don't know about those two, but I don't want to get drenched by your sweat or mine." She began to apply it to her leg. "All over, mind you," she said, shooting a glance at Kevin.
When he was coated to her satisfaction, she lifted something out by its narrow straps.
Kevin stared. "This is what I get for not going shopping with you. Are we doing Rocky Horror?" He asked, indicating the plain black corset.
Jess snorted. "Nothing so mundane, my dear. We're going to be a lot closer than wearing similar clothes." She swayed over to him, smiling slyly. Rubbing up against his chest, she threw the corset over their heads. "We're wearing the same clothes." She turned so that her breasts were in the cups and Kevin's erection was just brushing the underside of her vulva. She pulled and they waddled over to a hook on the wall. She threw a loop on the end of each lace over the hook. "I'll need your manly strength. Pull!" She walked forward, taking Kevin with her. It wasn't long before they were straining against the countering force of the laces and Kevin was puffing. "Isn't it tight enough?" He gasped, still leaning forward with Jess but also gently rubbing their sides.
"Of course not!" She said, much more easily. "We have to at least reach my waist measurements. I was hoping to do a bit better than that!"
They continued to strain and finally when the corset had started to pinch Jess, she had Kevin grab the laces. "Now hold them good and steady or we'll have to do this again," she admonished. They slowly backed up to the wall and she tied the corset off. "There," she said cheerfully, "now was that so bad?"
"Ask my kidneys tomorrow morning," Kevin moaned.
"My great-grandmother had it a lot worse in the eighteen hundreds," Jess laughed. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the next part at least." They shuffled to the box, her feet resting mostly on top of his. They knelt more than bent so Jess could lift out a pair of black panties with a very tight elastic top and plenty of spandex in the crotch. They almost fell sideways putting it on, and when it was up to their thighs, Jess reached back and with a few gentle tickles she brought Kevin's sex back to life. "A shame it didn't stay up while we were getting bundled in, but that was too much to hope for." She slid it into her and pulled the panty the rest of the way up, pushing Kevin's balls up into his body and forcing his penis to stay inside her. "We have to present a smooth appearance," she explained.
"For what?"
"Our costume." She said.
"Which is?"
"Female. Duh." She didn't let him reply, just took out a pair of rubbery spandex tights. "Back up a little."
They maneuvered back onto the bed and Jess rolled the tights up so they could get their feet into them. They were at knee level before she stood and put them the rest of the way on. This took almost ten minutes as she fought the extremely stretchy but still very constricting leg pieces. Their combined legs now seemed slimmer, though there was still an obvious indentation where they met.
"You'd better start getting used to how I move because I'm in charge here," she said as his gait clashed with hers. He did his best to follow her feminine sway. They fought their way into a long-sleeved top just as tight as everything else had been, though it had holes in front to allow Jess's breasts to hang completely free. These were of medium size and she augmented them with a silicone padded bra, producing a weight that even Kevin could feel. "For balance," she explained.
"I certainly feel a lot closer to you than I ever have," Kevin quipped.
"Smartass."
Kevin moved their hands to massage Jess's expanded chest. "Can I convince you to put this on when I'm not in it with you?"
Jess grinned over her shoulder and moved their hands to pat Kevin's shaft imprisoned in latex and her flesh. "I'm game if you're willing for some role play with this and a few other things. I always wanted to see how my clothes fit on me from the outside." She grinned wider as she felt his increased arousal. "Kevin! I think we might have found something new." She allowed him the right hand to rub her belly as she took the left to cup his butt. "And the night is so young, too." She purred.
They enjoyed themselves for a few minutes, also getting used to the feeling of being one person with only their head, fingers and toes still able to move with any independence, before Jess insisted they continue. She took out a large orange and black thing from the box. "I hope this fits." She put their hands on their waist. "I'm not sure we're quite nipped enough." They sat and put their legs into the tiger costume, then stood and pulled it up over their hips. "So far, so good." She swung their hips a couple times and the fluffy tiger tail swung with it. She also felt Kevin climaxing into her, but she didn’t say anything because she was pretty close to doing the same.
They got their arms in and pulled the zipper up. The costume was slightly stretchy and clung to their combined curves. The stripes weren't precisely straight and curved around to accentuate curves and play down the tiger girl's girth. The fur turned the creases in between them invisible, rendering them one in appearance as well as movement. When they sat down to put on the foot paws, Kevin put their arms around themselves and nuzzled Jess's neck. "You're the strangest, most wonderful girl ever."
Jess combined her fingers with his in petting them. "I'll need my hands back at some point. Just remember, it gets even better."
Kevin let himself be guided by her again with a last squeeze. She unzipped the back of the paws and slipped her feet on top of his into them. The paws were white with black paw pads and a two inch transparent heel. "I was tempted to go for a totally digitigrade height, but I didn't want to take forever teaching you how to walk in higher heels. Especially not when every spill you take brings me with you." They got up and tested their balance. With Jess's help, they were walking around in no time and were putting on the thick paw gloves. "Now before we put on the head, we need to agree on some rules," Jess said seriously. "Once the tiger mask is on, we're one girl, understand? I need you to trust me, and you're going to do that by not talking when someone else can hear you. Maybe we'll practice and if you sound convincing, you can talk if there's a next time. This time, I'm the voice. OK?"
"OK." Kevin said meekly.
"Good." She wiggled their hips and smiled as Kevin's breath caught. "It's so cute that I can hear you do that. All right, so understand that since we are one girl and a sexy one at that — mrow - guys might flirt with us. As far as I'm concerned, we're a single, attractive female in a tight — mmmm, so tight - tiger costume. Just remember, my darling boyfriend, that I'm not flirting with them. We are flirting with them. Very much plural. They might get a dance or two or even a bit of a feel if they behave," she smiled and one paw rubbed the tiger girl's butt, "though they're as likely to get a feel of you as me. Remember that they might have that, but you're the one who is really dancing with me as I'm dancing with you. Every single one. And if you're still a little jealous," her smiled widened and a single claw traced the flat area where their bodies were still joined in hidden union, "we'll be having hot kinky sex the whole time. You’ll be feeling as much as I am and if you can’t talk, I’m certainly not going to monopolize our movements as long as you remain feminine." She reached back and stroked his cheek with their fuzzy paw. "OK?" She said.
"I'm game if you are." He replied. "Just one thing."
"What?"
"We flirt with your friends as well as mine."
"Pervert."
"Your idea."
"Are you calling me a hypocrite?"
"Scared?"
Jess reached down and picked up the head. "Not at all!" She turned it around and flipped the long blonde wig up over the ears. The tiger girl's features were meant to give the appearance of a cute teenage girl. It had wide blue cartoon eyes and an engaging smile. The blonde wig allowed the little rounded orange and black ears to peek out and fell to the base of her tail when the mask was on. It was actually more a mask than a full head since it had no back. The face was static and the fur was layered on foam and acrylic with some extending out from the sides. There was an elastic strap attached to either side of the face which stretched around both their heads and hooked in back. Jess arranged the wig around her and Kevin's head and picked up a brush to style it better. By the time she was through, the thick blonde wig actually hid Kevin's head. He could just see past Jess's head through the eyes as she checked out the finished product.
A curvaceous if slightly thick set tiger girl looked back at them. She raised her arms over her head, stretched, rubbed her sides and flicked her tail into lazy action. The image and tigress approached each other with an exaggerated sexy walk and she bent to display her cleavage to the mirror and wiggled her butt. "Are you getting all this?" She asked herself. Her head nodded a tiny bit. She giggled and hugged herself, then straightened up and stroked her crotch as she rubbed her butt. "Good man! Best to keep in practice. So, I guess this tigress is ready to party!" She bounced up and down. "Are you satisfied with my choice of cup size?" She asked, immediately understanding the motive for what looked like innocent excitement. There was another tiny nod. "I'm glad you're as happy with her as I am." She patted her crotch again. "I suppose I didn't need to ask those questions, did I?" She hopped forward slightly with a yelp and laughed. "Oh, I definitely didn't need to ask." She sauntered out and went to the room her friend and her friend’s boyfriend had been getting ready in.
She found her horse with its legs slid back to anthropomorphic length busily hugging itself and rolling around on the bed. She slapped its rump. "Up, trusty steed!" The pony rolled over onto its front and its snout swung back and forth as both people inside tried to get a look. "Jess?" Charles asked.
"Yes, talking horse?"
"Where's Kevin?" A female giggle emanated from the pony at Charles' question.
The tigress turned slowly, displaying every curve. "Where do you think he is?"
The pony got down off the bed. "Is he really in that with you?"
"Uh-huh. Only since we're a tigress, I'm doing the talking for us." She pet the pony's neck as it bent over and extended its forelegs to stand on all fours. "Are you a two-voiced talking pony?"
"I don't know," Melissa said. "Do you think we ought to be silent the whole time?"
"I'd say at first you should," the tigress said judiciously. "See where the night takes you." She patted her rear. "That's not advice I want you to take." Her other paw made a little 'O' with its index finger and thumb. She patted the pony's back. "So, do you think you're up for me riding?"
"Let's try it." Melissa replied.
Swinging her leg over the pony caused both halves of the tigress to climax and she shivered as she lowered herself gently onto its back. "I love you," came the almost imperceptible whisper in Jess's ear. The tigress silently hugged herself.
The pony took a few steps and then broke into a slow canter. The tigress bounced gently on the pony's back, titillating all four people. When they were satisfied that the pair of paired costumes worked well together, the tigress got off and led the pony to their car. The tigress felt a reluctance as the pony lay on the back seat and she sat in the driver's. "Don't worry, it's only a short trip and I can see fine. I already tried this with the mask on and it's not much different in the whole costume." Her back relaxed, but her left paw made a few odd gestures. "What? Oh, yeah I probably should have gotten something to wear over it, but then again why should I deprive the world of my perfect body." She laughed. "All the better to lure poor saps who think I'm not only sexy but available." As they drove to the party, all four of them thought about how lucky they were to have each other and how they were definitely going to win the 'most in theme' award that night.
Together Time
By Paul Calhoun
Paid for by demuto demuto with a some plot directions from him as well.
The pair of couples in the two costumes go to the party and learn about each other and why you practice in these sorts of things before going out to a big gathering.
Cameo if you can find it!
A black-striped orange leg extended from the car, followed by another. The plus-size tigress that emerged may not have been slim, but she made up for it with generous curves and a luxurious mane of blonde hair that she’d almost sat on as she drove to the party. Her leg turned as she got out and her motionless face emitted a whispered gasp as she almost fell down. When she recovered, her right paw patted her rear gently. “I know. The parking lot isn’t quite as smooth as our house. Don’t worry, you’ll learn.” Her fur was thick and beneath that were two adults producing more than the usual amount of heat as Kevin’s sex was permanently locked into Jess’s. The tigress paused and her muzzle tipped slightly upward as she tasted the crisp air.
Going around to the back seat door, the tigress opened it and stepped back — again almost losing her balance as Jess made the motion and Kevin had to adjust himself to follow her properly. A pony emerged, its strong thick legs shaking as it adjusted to quadrupedal motion on a hard surface. The tigress put her paws under it to help steady him has he got his balance and when the pony seemed stable, she moved to stand on his left side, her right paw resting on his neck to help guide him to the door and up the stairs into the party. Jess’s unconsciously feminine motions helped mold Kevin’s part of the tigress and she walked in a way that set her tail into motion and displayed her rounded buttocks to best advantage.
“Invitations,” the doorman said. He looked at the four squares the tigress handed him, shrugged and let them in.
The tigress had thought that her appearance might get them attention at first, but it was her pony that turned heads. As soon as she mounted him and rode into the dance hall, he let out a loud whinny and snorted. The tigress suppressed a snort of her own and inside Jess heard Kevin trying to keep his own mirth down. She patted her hair and he quieted down immediately, his fingers squeezing hers in reassurance. Jess guessed that Melissa had done as much dominating as she could stomach and was letting Charles lead again. To each their own. She was definitely enjoying being the one in charge and the party had barely begun.
She let the pony carry her a few more steps before dismounting with a swing of her legs that sent a pleasant shock through both halves. The poor beast was already showing signs of fatigue and she didn’t want her faithful mount to collapse and get the ASPCA called on her. She slapped him on the rump and sent him on his way. He immediately made a beeline for the drinks. ‘Good luck to him.’ She thought.
Melissa didn’t see wire and Charles couldn’t push their foreleg out of the way in time, so the pony sprawled halfway to the drinks. They both saw the pair of fishnet-clad legs and Melissa was glad she was on the bottom because it meant she was the one left looking up the witch’s skirt as she stood over them. “Poor horse,” the redhead cooed. She knelt and pet the pony’s nose. She then put both her hands under the pony’s bulk and lifted him up until the couple got his legs back under him and stood on his own. The witch moved back to standing in front of the pony and she rubbed the sides of his face as she put her forehead on his. The pony nuzzled her back, a motion that Melissa almost tried to stop. “You’re a cute little thing. Do you want a drink?”
The pony nodded his head and wickered.
“That wasn’t a neigh,” she laughed. “I’ll go get us both one.”
The pony was left alone for a minute before the witch returned. While the witch was away, Melissa whispered. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“What did you intend to do?” Charles replied.
“I don’t know.”
“Then we may as well be what we look like. A guy in a horse costume.” Their conversation was interrupted by the witch coming back with drinks. One had a straw and this was inserted into the pony’s mouth. Charles let Melissa drink first and as the pony seemed to drain the plastic cup in record time, the witch petted him and rubbed his flank. “You are a thirsty horse, aren’t you? Want to dance?”
Melissa’s back was starting to hurt, so she was glad to stand up, even if it meant her boyfriend was going to be dancing with a strange woman. Though of course, she’d be there to receive any … appreciation Charles might have. The pony retracted its forelegs and Melissa pulled her hands back into the sleeves so it appeared the pony was a single person inside as Charles picked up the drink, set it on a table and turned back to their new friend.
The witch clapped. “How clever! But I’d prefer your hooves. Those hands don’t really match, do they?” Charles obediently locked the hooves back into place and began to dance with the witch, who seemed as appreciative of her horse partner as the male inside the pony was of the miniskirt and tight dress of his partner. Melissa had to let Charles do most of the moving since she didn’t know how to lead. “I really love horses,” the witch whispered into the pony’s ear. “Love them.” Melissa felt Charles come to full attention inside her and wondered if it might not have been better to do a Siamese twin or panto costume after all.
Meanwhile, the tigress didn’t have long to wait either. She lost track of her pony, but was soon treated to a new companion for the evening; a well built young man dressed as a soldier. “Is the pony your date?” He asked.
“No, just a friend,” the tigress answered honestly. Kevin learned a new movement as Jess forced their hip to one side and put her paw on it.
“Drink and a dance?”
“I’ll take the dance,” the tigress purred. “But I think I’d better skip the drink.” She indicated her static muzzle.
The man bowed and took her paw. “As you wish, my exotic lady.”
Jess had to almost drag Kevin around at first, his movements lagged hers by so much because he simply didn’t understand how to walk, gesture or even stand like a proper lady. The dance left her with sore muscles as she taught Kevin the hard way, moving his body with hers until he understood. When the dance was over, the tigress caressed the soldier’s face and purred. “I’ll have to take a rest.”
“Catch you later?”
“If you can catch me.”
The tigress caught a glimpse of her pony as she went to find a place to sit for a moment. He was on all fours and a witch seemed to be trying to ride him, though it looked like she was rubbing herself against him more than was necessary. She almost sat on her tail when she found a seat and she swatted herself on the flank. “Keep up! I’m already knackered from trying to make you understand.” She bowed her head and put her paws on her eyes. “All right, I forgive you,” she laughed, “just let me see again.” Her paws moved to her breasts. “Mmm, that’s better. But maybe not in a crowded room, huh?”
Her actions had not gone unnoticed and a handsome older man dressed as a professor approached. “Surely a flower as lovely and unusual as yourself need not play with herself. There are playmates aplenty who would love to join you. Like me. Care to dance?”
The tigress held out a paw and two voices whispered giggles as the professor let out a sharp breath, not realizing he was lifting two people instead of one. Jess was a little worried when Kevin gripped too hard and the professor winced. He rallied and soon the tigress was back out on the floor, now with not just the professor but several other men around her, admiring her curves as she danced more fluidly — Kevin was gaining experience.
Meanwhile of that, the pony was indeed back on all fours and giving a ride to a witch who sounded like just this was enough to put her over the top. “Whoo!” She cried. “I love you horse,” she leaned over and wrapped her arms around the pony’s neck. Evidently she’d been drinking something much stronger than she’d given her pony. When she slid off, Melissa jerked them around and the pony started to make a beeline for a quieter area. She’d been the one who’d gotten most of the witch’s attention, luckily as far as she was concerned since she felt better about the witch dry humping her bottom than her boyfriend’s. That was why neither of them saw what was coming up behind them. There were others who found the pony sexy and weren’t content as the witch was with just riding it to orgasm. They wanted their mount to be domesticated first. The pony almost lost his footing when the weight fell on him and the couple felt a constriction and saw in a far away mirror that a valkyrie with a riding crop had cinched a saddle onto them.
“Glad I bring this with me everywhere,” the big woman boomed. “Useful for catching strays, what!”
The blinders might have been worse if the pony’s vision was just out of his eyes. As it was, it didn’t really do much to stop the couple seeing, though their air supply was affected more by the bridle and bit the pony found well stuffed in his mouth. The pony collapsed as the woman hooked her boot into the stirrup and swung up onto his back. She leaned forward and shouted, “What a shame! Not quite strong enough for me, eh? That’s all right, let me introduce you to a friend of mine.” The pony had little choice but to follow as the woman yanked on his reins and led him over to a slim young blonde in a long white dress. He might have had two people inside, but Melissa was stiff and Charles didn’t have a very good grip with the hooves. They briefly tried to dig in, but only slid on the smooth floor. “Here you go, darling,” the valkyrie called. “What a piece of luck, eh? Didn’t expect to see such a good specimen! Mostly those big fat things. Can’t abide them,” she was gesturing at a sad looking pantomime horse. “This fellow’s good and lively. Look at these hocks! Good piece of flesh here. I’ll leave you to him.”
The girl reached for the bit, but the woman stopped her. “No, you’d better leave all that on. This is a wild one, no doubt, and we don’t want to have to go and catch him again.” She tied the reins to a support column. “Tell you what! I’ll go get my brushes out of the car. You can do his hair while I give him a good rub down.” She left.
“Sorry about my mom,” the blonde said, going around to the pony’s rear. She produced some flowers and began to plait them into the pony’s tail. “Mom’s a bit weird, but we’re horse people and your costume’s amazing. Don’t worry, she’ll let you go before long. Off to find another one or something. In the mean time, just try to enjoy it.”
Melissa was scared, but had to admit when the woman returned that she had a nice touch. Her sore back didn’t feel nearly so bad when the woman rubbed it expertly with her horse brushes. The pony let out a contented snort and the woman smacked it on the rump. “Good boy, there! Glad to see you’re getting used to it. Maybe we won’t have to geld you after all!” Melissa was amused when that line caused Charles to shrivel up inside her, maiden or no.
And furthermore. Jess was having fun, but getting really tired of doing the moving for them. Kevin was a dear and tried hard, but in the end only one person at a time could do the decision making and have it look good, so he often relaxed into her and she had to lift his limbs and hers without much help. She’d loved it when a few of their mutual male friends danced with the tigress and didn’t guess at who was inside. She was wondering if she ought to even let the judges out them. It was so much fun being a tigress on the prowl and being propositioned by men she knew would faint dead away if they knew who they were talking to.
She was also becoming keenly aware that it had been a long time since the last drink or trip to the bathroom. The tigress finished up her last dance and begged off, giving her suitors a last look at her tail-adored backside as she took a drink into the ladies room. She locked herself in a stall and sat down, pushing the mask up over her head. Kevin didn’t protest as she took the first pull and then relinquished control to him so he could have some. When they were feeling better, she touched his cheek with a paw and turned her head to rub hers against his. “I’m beat. You want to take over? I mean, I’ll still talk, but I think you’ve got the hang of it. You can do the walking and dancing and I’ll just provide the conversation.”
“All right.”
“Let’s use this toilet, though. I really need it.”
“Uhh,” Kevin looked down. “How?”
“Stand up.” Jess and Kevin got up and Jess guided their paw to where the zipper was. Kevin looked down appreciatively at Jess’s chest as they shrugged their shoulders to get their arms out of the tigress costume. When the tigress suit hung off their hips — exposing the shiny rubber top and black corset - she pushed the gaff down, extricated Kevin from herself and sat them down again. “I’m sorry, you might get a little wet,” she apologized. She felt Kevin stir. “Now’s not the time to be kinky. You’ll have to go soon!” She laughed. Since Kevin’s penis was in between her and the bowl, she had to clean him off as well as herself. This proved as mistake and they waited for what she thought was a long time before he could separate himself from the experience of being inside a costume with her and was able to go as well. She had to pull her hands back so that she didn’t accidentally brush him and set things off again. Of course, it wasn’t difficult to get him ready again and soon the tigress was zipping the costume back up and pulling the mask over Jess’s face. She checked herself in the sink mirror and Jess was happy to see Kevin pull back her shoulders, and sashay out of the room as if she hadn’t ceded control at all. Jess enjoyed dominating Kevin, but she also basked in the feeling of being able to close her eyes and let him move her body as if she had no will of her own. She felt her hips sway, her legs move and her hands touch things without knowing what they were doing. When she opened her eyes, she was face to face with a pretty young blonde girl.
Kevin could barely see what with the mask’s vision restriction and Jess’s head between his eyes and the costume’s. The tigress found it necessary to adopt a slow sway that maximized her sex appeal but did little to get her from A to B. She abandoned some of her caution when her muzzle pointed towards a slim blonde. The young woman looked barely out of high school, was impossibly slim and dressed in a cat costume that was more lingerie than fur. Her miniskirt cleared barely an inch of thigh, her black furry boots had heels at least double the tigress’s, her top was more of a furred sports bra and her paws were evening gloves. She smiled as the tigress approached and Jess rolled her invisible eyes at Kevin’s choice. Well, it was time to prove she wasn’t scared. “Hi,” she purred.
“Hi!” The girl chirped. She really was thin. Jess thought it might have been an eating disorder except she didn’t see any bones! The girl must have just had a very petite frame for her height. “Wanna dance?”
“Sure.”
The tigress’s moves weren’t quite as good as they’d been, but this catgirl wasn’t much better. She seemed to have trouble balancing and when the dance ended, she almost fell into another man’s arms and disappeared.
Then came a naughty devil, and Jess was forced to provide a flirtatious bisexual chat as the tigress rubbed up against her on the dance floor. Jess might have been annoyed if she’d actually picked any girls herself. The level of stimulation this was getting her helped too. The secret thrill of dancing with guys had worn thin for Kevin, but it seemed that having his girlfriend provide him with a perfect female disguise with which to seduce bi and lesbian companions gave him a permanent titillation.
One interesting thing, Jess noted, was the sudden lack of men on the floor. It also showed up just how few couples had come and how few of those had followed the theme. Jess wondered at this until she saw the cat girl sauntering smugly out of a private side room. Aha. Being able to observe while only providing token conversation had its advantages. She could see all sorts of interesting things. Like how their pony now had flowers in his tail and what she guessed was supposed to be a pure maiden in the pony’s new saddle.
Jess returned her attention to what ‘she’ was doing and found that the tigress was in a mute embrace with a girl in a revealing Pikachu costume. Jess hadn’t noticed because they’d started dancing and most of the girl’s attention was on the muzzle she couldn’t feel and the back which wasn’t hers. She decided there was no way out of this without giving the game away, so she moaned and purred, letting her boyfriend and the Pokemon have their fun. This spurred them both on, though only Jess felt how much it was turning her boyfriend on. When she felt that things were coming to a close, she said, “Thanks, I hope I see you later.”
One of the men who hadn’t gone to see the catgirl was the solider from before. “Hi!” The tigress said, greeting him like an old friend. Kevin took that to mean a little more than it did, and threw her arms around him and nuzzled his face.
“I’m glad to see you remember me.” He laughed. “One more dance?”
“I’d love to.”
Kevin didn’t seem to mind going back to men and the tigress danced close to the soldier, their noses meeting. When the dance was over, he sat her down on his lap and stroked her back. She rumbled contentedly and he put his arms around her. “Have you been having a nice night?” He asked.
“Oh, very much.” She said.
“Good.” He rested his chin on her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. “I’m one of the judges,” he murmured. “You two are definitely winning. You and your pony. Really good job.” He smiled as her front stiffened. “One of you seems more worried than the other. Don’t be, it was magical.” He kissed her nose and left.
The tigress hugged herself. “I guess we’re going to be outed soon.” She nodded. “Then we’d better collect our trusty steed before something bad happens to them.” She got up and approached the two ladies who had so monopolized their pony’s time. “Excuse me, we need our pony back.”
“Oh, sure.” The maiden slid down. “Let me get this stuff off of him.”
“Wait!” The valkyrie said. “How do we know he’s yours?”
Charles took the opportunity to nuzzle the tigress, who put a paw on the pony’s nose. “Good enough?” The tigress asked.
“Mom, don’t make a scene,” the girl said. “I saw her ride in on him.”
“I’m not sure I like your tone,” the valkyrie said.
“I’m not sure I like what you’ve done to my pony,” the tigress replied, unlatching the saddle and taking the bit out. “Disgraceful what people do to animals.”
The valkyrie ran unsteadily at the tigress, whose strength was greater than she expected and she found herself flat on her back. “Darned animals,” she muttered.
“Sorry about mom,” the maiden said. “She gets worked up.”
“Thanks,” Melissa said as the tigress led her pony away. “That was getting really weird.” The pony reared up and retracted his forelegs.
They might have left right then if Jess hadn’t seen the pile of fabric outside the door of one of the private rooms. Apparently one couple had decided to shed their costume for the night and left it outside. She turned her head to give Kevin a clue and the tigress picked up the somewhat padded bulk. “We ought to at least wait until we can collect our prize,” she said judiciously.
The pony examined what she’d picked up. “Oh lawsy,” he said. In a feminine voice, he said, “Going for inception, Jess?”
“Why not?”
“Getting caught by that lunatic with the saddle?”
“We’ll separate if it happens.” Kevin seemed to agree because the tigress was already wiggling herself into the front half of the horse costume.
The pony sighed with two voices, but stepped into the back half and bent over. The tigress zipped them together and put the head over her top half.
The horse found that there was no way of stopping itself from seeming a complete spaz. Jess had better rhythm than Kevin, but if she tried to take control, he lagged her too much and if he had control, they never got a smooth gait. The back half’s occupants were both hopeless and fought endlessly over who did what and when. The horse staggered back to the dance hall, walked around with a lot of tripping, stretching, compressing and going off course. Finally, the tigress shed the head and struggled out. “Fine,” she said. “You win. This was weird.”
The pony emerged soon after and the tigress led him to the chairs at the side of the room. There they waited — refusing any further companionship - until the judges predictably called their names. They found it most effective to pretend that the tigress had settled on a male for the night and so she and the pony were obliged to rub noses, cuddle and pretend to make out. This went beyond pretence despite Melissa’s reluctance and three of the four people lost track of time as the tigress lay back and wrapped her arms and legs around the pony, who reciprocated as best he could given that some motions would have dislocated Melissa’s shoulders. They didn’t care who saw the tigress bucking under the pony; no one knew who they were. Melissa might have minded more if Charles hadn’t had his lips locked with hers as they did it, making out with her as the pony did with the tigress.
If it weren’t for Melissa’s lack of enthusiasm, they might never have heard the judges call their four names. She forcibly extricated the pony in time for the second call. By that point they’d recovered somewhat and the tigress bounced up and down with excitement, hugging the now quadrupedal pony’s neck and jumping on his back to ride triumphantly to the judge’s table, where they received their awards. They saw some of the looks they were getting and made tracks as soon as the awards were in hand.
When they got home, they went to their respective bedrooms with only a pair of muffled ‘good night’s from the two creatures. The pony had returned to being bipedal and pushed the door shut with his rump before it tossed its head, letting out a gush of steam as it bounced off and onto the pony’s back. Melissa moved her hand to open one of the hooves.
“Getting out already?” Charles asked.
“I’m beat. Sorry, dear, but we got plenty in tonight as it is.”
Charles didn’t argue, but did make a concerned noise when Melissa let out a surprised cry. “What?”
“Look at our hooves!” Charles looked down and saw that both of their forehooves still had braided flowers all over them, holding them shut.
Charles looked up and they shuffled towards the door. “We’ll have to get Jess and Kevin to help.” They pawed ineffectually at the rounded doorknob. “Or not.”
“Great.” Charles looked back and planted a kiss on his girlfriend’s lips and pushed her and the himself in the costume onto the bed. He jerked and the head fell back down, hiding them from view. “I guess we’ll just have to spend the night together. You always said we needed some quality close alone time.” Melissa snorted and Charles laughed. “Hey, that’s my bit!”
“I’ll have you in a bit if you don’t let up. This is serious!” She was laughing too.
“Why? We’re just one pony pining for his fillies. I guess this pony’s going to have to handle things himself.” Melissa was amazed by how her boyfriend was still able to get himself going after all this. She lay back and let him kiss as much of her as he could reach given that he could only bend his neck. It was hot, but she guessed she could relax well enough until Jess and Kevin got up the next day and let them out.
The tigress preened in front of the mirror. “We’re so sexy.” Kevin said. She went to Jess’s closet and pulled out a long cami with thin straps. Jess giggled as the tigress tried to get it over her muzzle, failed and stepped into it. She laughed the more at how much the tigress overflowed the cups meant of her, stretched the fabric and how it didn’t even clear the generous roundness of her buttocks. “Silly. Those were meant for me.”
“Me who? All I see is a sexy tigress.”
“Maybe we ought to go to the mall.”
“Maybe we should.”
Jess threw the tigress back on the bed and forgot momentarily how close she was to her boyfriend as she tried to squirm around to lie on his chest. Instead the tigress rocked back and forth. She wrapped her arms around herself and lay there for awhile, enjoying the warm glow of being two people almost in one. “I never want to get out of this,” Jess murmured.
“We have to eventually.”
The tigress got up and found a pair of Jess’s tights. Kevin didn’t understand until the tigress had them almost up to her tail and rummaged in a drawer. She produced Jess’s vibrator, turned it on and dropped them into the tights, letting the elastic snap over the tigress’s furry crotch which hid two sets of sexes which were very appreciative. The tigress curled up on the bed, her arms around herself in a silent embrace of two partners in happy union. She fell asleep, lulled by the warmth of their partnership and the gentle buzz of the final cap on the evening.
Jess stirred sleepily and would have stretched if she’d had full control of her limbs. She was happy, contented and apparently humming in an oddly deep voice. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she found that she was making breakfast. Cooking sausages, flipping pancakes. All without her apparent volition. She glanced down and saw that — apart from the orange and black fur — she was now attired in the night gown she’d kept from when she was trying to lose weight. When she tried to stretch her arms, Kevin said. “Good morning. I wondered how long it would take for you to wake up with me bustling you around.” She smiled and rested a paw on her hip. “You could have woken me up.” The tigress turned a sausage. “And ruin a perfectly good breakfast with you helping to cook it?” The tigress slapped her bottom. “I suppose I should consider you a good boyfriend for that, despite what you said.” The tigress pushed the food onto a plate and sat down. At this point it was necessary to raise the mask and the couple took turns giving each other a bite.
“Where’re Melissa and Charles?” Jess asked.
“I haven’t seen them.” Kevin said. “I heard them in the bedroom. Apparently having some morning fun.”
“Oh, then we’d better not bother them. If they’re enjoying themselves half as much as we are, we shouldn’t get in their way.”
Kevin nuzzled her neck. “Are we enjoying ourselves?”
“I know you are!” Jess leaned back into him. “Now, we have a choice. Either we get out of this costume and you model clothes for me or we stay in and model clothes on the tigress. I can think of some fun to be had either way and in both cases we go to the mall.”
Mall Tigress
By Paul Calhoun
Sponsored by Demuto.
The pony is apart now, but the tigress wants to go shopping!
Jess yawned and the tigress stretched, displaying a belly that shouldn't have been taut but was because of the corset underneath the fur. "I'm surprised you opted to stay in with me," she said. "It's a little tight on me so you can't be that comfortable."
"I got used to it," Kevin replied and the tigress rested a paw on her side.
"I'm really impressed you've taken to the heels as well as you have. It's sort of a pain that we don't have anything other than this that fits us," Jess continued and the tigress's other paw gestured up and down to indicate the nightgown she was wearing.
"All the more reason to stay in when we go to the mall. I don't deny I'd have fun being your model, but you've already got clothes that fit but we don't. Besides," the tigress sat down and leaned back as she put her arms around herself. "I'm really enjoying being this close to you. I'd have never thought this kind of long term constant intimacy would be so nice."
One paw brushed the side of her face while the other caressed the back of her head. "I wasn't sure when I bought this stuff, but I hoped." Jess wiggled her butt as best as she could with the garments holding them together and the tigress purred as she felt Kevin react to her. "No offence, but I also never thought you'd be able to keep going for as long as you have. You're really spoiling me." The tigress toyed with the almost invisible zipper on her front. "I might want to just break this off and stay with you like this forever."
Kevin laughed. "Imagine getting a job, though!"
Jess joined him. "It'd make one crazy resume."
Kevin barely had to think as Jess lifted them up slightly and the tigress cleared the bottom of her short nightgown from under her butt so she could pull it off over her head. It stuck on her muzzle and Jess asked, "How'd you get us into this in the first place?" She didn't actually have to work hard to slip it past their expanded face and the tigress sat naked again at Jess's vanity. She grabbed a brush and went to work on her long blonde hair. "A night dancing and sleeping in this hasn't done too much for our fur."
When she was done with her anthro hair, she moved on to the rest of her body. If perhaps she spent a little too long on her chest, she was attentive of her entire body. Jess thought she even heard Kevin purr slightly himself as the tigress ran the brush along her back and rear. Neither was sure which one gently guided her hand so that she skipped her crotch but both agreed it was a good idea. If she started massaging that area, she'd be indoors all day. They both thought this, but neither stopped the other when the tigress finished up with everything else and went to work between her legs. At first it was a gentle motion to smooth the fur, then she was lying on her back on the bed without realizing how she'd gotten there. Before she could start to tear her fur out, she'd thrown the brush away and was working on herself with her claws. A gret deal of heavy breathing issued from her motionless muzzle along with gasps, feminine sounds of appreciation and masculine ones alongside. The tigress rolled over and scrabbled in her discarded tights for the vibrator and both halves relaxed as it gave her the release she'd been unable to attain by playing with herself.
The tigress sat up. "We are a very naughty beast and it's time we were on our way."
The tigress was passing the door to the other bedroom when she turned and put her paw on the knob. "You know, we didn't see them at breakfast." Kevin said. "Maybe we'd better check to make sure they're all right."
Jess nodded the tigress's head and she turned the knob. She shied away when the door opened because there on the bed was her pony, bucking and rolling. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Jess said.
The tigress was about to close the door when the pony scrambled up onto all fours and heaved itself into the doorway. "Wait!" Both voices inside called.
"We're stuck." Melissa said.
"Even the hooves won't retract now." Charles added.
"And I really, severely have to pee." Melissa finished.
The pony stood up, trailing his useless forelegs while the tigress hooked the zipper on his front. Steam escaped from the opening a tiny bit faster than Melissa did, bolting out of the costume and closing the door to their attached bathroom with a bang. The tigress looked back at the soaking Charles, her posture showing her concern. "Are you OK?" Jess asked.
"Oh, sure," Charles replied. "I'll want to go as soon as she's done and I'm really hungry."
The tigress left the couple who'd been her companion for the previous evening to recover. Instead of turning for the door outside, however, she made for Jess and Kevin's room again. "They reminded me. We should both go too if we're going out for a long time."
They were in their own home, so they shed the entire costume, carefully laying it out on the bed so the fur wouldn't get mussed. The mask was hung on a hook on the back of the door. They were still almost completely stuck together by the restrictive garments beneath, their legs held together by reinforced spandex tights, their middles by the plain black corset and their arms and Kevin's chest to Jess's back by the shiny rubbery top. Jess's silicone stuffed bra was still in good order as was the gaff which was swiftly lowered along with Kevin's rear onto the toilet seat.
This time Jess let Kevin go first so that when she dried them off, she got him satisfyingly stiff before putting him back inside herself. The gaff went back on, smoothing out his bulge and keeping their sexes securely held together. Sometimes the stimulation of having him inside of her at all times and him grinding against her with every step faded into the background, but it was a source of constant enjoyment and both knew that it contributed very much to their ability to relax into one another to act as one tigress when the costume was put on.
At first, Jess thought they ought to clean the costume at least a little bit before putting it back on. Neither of them were any cleaner, however, and Jess thought it felt a little weird to be strapped to her boyfriend like this without the tigress covering them to make them into one person. She felt more vulnerable outside the costume, like without the fur and the mask they were just two people in a kinky outfit, but inside they were a sexy tigress. Even as the silken backed fur slid over them, she felt better, more relaxed.
Kevin felt much the same and was relieved when the fur slid over their shoulders and his girlfriend relaxed into him and him into her. When the mask went over her face and the hair over his head, the tigress checked herself in the mirror and bent over, resting her paws on her knees. "Looking good!" She said. She slung Jess's purse over her shoulder and got ready to leave.
The tigress passed the pony's room again and saw that the bedroom door was open and the bathroom closed. Neither of the pony's occupants were in the bedroom and the shower was going.
She left the house with far more confidence than she had the last time, even sliding into the car without crushing her tail to her body. Since it was broad daylight and she didn't want a ticket, Jess pushed the mask up and removed the paw gloves. Kevin's face remained hidden and he pulled his hands up into the sleeves until they were at their destination and it was time to replace the gloves. He was wise enough not to distract Jess while she was driving, though neither could really ignore their closeness or the occasional twitch of their organs as one or the other thought of something they could do.
It was close to Halloween, so no one bothered the tigress as she made her way into the mall. The guard at the door looked with appreciation at what appeared to be a well endowed girl in a tight costume and Jess knew that not only was the tigress being checked out as she continued inside but that the view from the rear could only be fantastic because of the corset beneath and the heels on her furry paw boots.
"Let's not get too excited," Kevin warned, whispering as quietly as he could. "We're still on a budget."
"True," Jess murmured, a little disappointed that her boyfriend has managed to keep his head so well. "We don't know how often we'll be wearing this."
The tigress drew further looks - most admiring her figure or the daring of a girl to be dressed like that in so public a place - on her way to Jess's favorite store. When they entered, she was disappointed yet again. "There's so little for us plus sizers," she muttered, pawing through a rack of tops.
"Can I help you, miss?" A shorter young woman with a brunette bob and a nametag asked the tigress.
"I'm having a little trouble finding something in my size," the tigress explained. "See, this costume's got some padding on it and nothing I own fits."
The saleswoman nodded. "I see. Let's have a look," she and the tigress checked through some more racks, chatting girl talk. A few times her muzzle seemed to want to point in a certain direction and when the saleswoman's back was turned she covertly smacked her bottom. "Are you really checking other girls out when we're like this?" She asked quietly, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous it was.
"Well," Kevin said in a smooth whisper. "The tigress is bi."
They didn't find anything Jess liked and the tigress waved a cheerful goodbye to the salesgirl who called after her, "Nice costume, by the way."
That put a spring in both wearers' steps and the tigress immediately sought out an assistant at the next place, a shop that sold clothes for larger women. "Sure, we have plenty of things that will fit your new figure," the woman said. "Though we don't have many dresses that would easily accommodate your tail, ma'am." This person was obviously less comfortable talking to a tall buxom tigress but her desire to get a commission outweighed any feelings of confusion at the appearance of her customer.
With her help, the tigress picked out an armful of items and went into the dressing room. Jess was again amused at her boyfriend's adolescent reaction to having his girlfriend sneaking him into a ladies only facility. Of course, that was a minor stimulation next to what happened when the tigress had to bounce and tug to get the first pair of jeans on. Kevin was overwhelmed with feelings he wanted to pay attention to, from the bounce of their shared boobs to the rubbing of his engorged penis against the inside of his girlfriend's vagina. Jess was no less affected and when the tigress tossed her hair back, she had to take a brief breather to collect herself. The low cut black top went on with less sexual effect but more difficulty but it wasn't long before the tigress was taking in her appearance. "I have never looked more like a teenager in my entire adult life," Jess said.
"Is that good or bad?" Kevin replied.
"You tell me," Jess answered, twisting and having Kevin follow so the tigress turned to see herself from all angles.
"It's a bit youthful." Kevin replied. "Plus it really doesn't show off our most important feature."
"Which is?"
"That we're a tigress." She turned and displayed her rear to the mirror. "See? It even restricts our tail."
Jess agreed and the tigress tried a short green pleated skirt and a sheer top that barely covered her white furry boobs. She didn't have to ask to know Kevin thought this one was a winner, but she wasn't crazy about the top. She replaced it with a tight, short-sleeved black sweater that bared her midriff. All these combinations were loose enough to let her tail swing free.
"It's a little warm," Kevin said.
"Hmm." The tigress tapped the side of her muzzle and one furred arm crossed below her chest. "True." She finally settled on something similar in cut to the sweater and that clung as tightly but of a lighter material and also in green, keeping the original skirt. There was an awkward moment as Kevin didn't know where Jess kept anything in her purse and the thickness of the paws meant that she had even more trouble fishing anything out. The tigress paid and signed the slip, wondering whether the sales lady would ask her to produce photo ID and remove her mask. She didn't.
Kevin was amazed at how long all this had taken. He'd been enjoying the show and the feel so much that for once shopping for clothes hadn't seemed boring. The tigress was on her way to the food court - wearing her new outfit - when she heard someone calling out behind her. "Hey Jess!"
The tigress turned around. "Lily! I thought you were out of town this week."
"I got back this morning," Jess's friend and occasional catsitter replied. "You know, I would never have recognized you if I hadn't heard you talking back there. Really nice costume."
"Thanks!" Jess said. She was about to continue when Kevin raised the tigress's arms and turned around. "Umm. You like the look?" It wasn't a great reply, but Kevin's sudden takeover of their shared body took her completely by surprise.
"Oh, definitely." Lily gushed. "Are the extra curves a surprise for Kevin?"
"Yes, I thought he'd appreciate them," the tigress said. Jess wasn't even phased when she thrust out a hip and put her paw on it.
"I wouldn't have pegged Kevin for liking 'em that big," Lily said.
"Oh, he definitely loves it," Jess said, biting back laughter as she regained control of one paw to squeeze her butt to remind Kevin to do the same. Even as she did this, her other paw was hefting a boob. "He loves mine already. I'll hardly be able to keep his paws off of them at this size. You don't think they're too big, do you?"
"No! They go with the rest of the outfit," Lily responded. "You know, maybe I should do something like that for Hildebrand. He's always looking at those scantily clad things out on Halloween night. It'd be nice to have him look at me like that for once."
"Listen, if you ever need help with that kind of thing, call me." The tigress said. "I'm getting a lot of experience with it."
They said their goodbyes and Jess threw an extra large sway into the tigress's gait for a few steps. "You terrible man!" She laughed as Lily turned a corner. "I'd spank you, but wearing this you'd probably just cum inside me even harder."
"The tigress is supposed to be one girl who's different from both of us," Kevin whispered innocently. "I was just helping you feel more liberated."
"You realize we can only have a drink in this?"
"Yeah, that's a shame." The tigress shifted uncomfortably as they waited in line for one of the fast food carts. "A way to eat and a zipper down below would both be nice."
"Now how would we do either?" Jess asked. "Your mouth is behind my head and as for peeing," the tigress scratched her groin with one claw, "there's a little something between the inside of the costume and us."
"I think I might have liberated you a bit too much," Kevin said. "You realize what you just did in public."
"Nuts to that," Jess said. The tigress ordered the largest cup they had and filled it with water from the drink machine.
Jess was very pleased when the tigress paused to sweep her skirt under her and she leaned back into her partner contentedly as they enjoyed their drink. She'd found that she could force the straw through the mouth and with some rearranging even Kevin got some. She and Kevin both giggled whenever the tigress received a shouted compliment or a wolf whistle. The tigress was relaxing and taking a breather when a petite black-haired girl no older than twenty approached them. "Excuse me," she stammered. "Could you tell me please where you got that?"
"What?" The tigress asked innocently, looking up at the girl. Kevin bit back a laugh.
"Your costume, of course!" The girl replied.
"Oh." Jess told the young lady and got up to take a picture with her. This turned out to be a mistake and the tigress spent almost half an hour with people who'd seen her do that but were too shy to ask first.
When she was free of her flash mob of admirers, the tigress sauntered along the top floor of the mall, taking it slow. "Where to now?" She asked herself. "We have one nice outfit but I'd love a dress for evening wear." She paused in front of a high-end shop that offered tailoring services. "Please." She pleaded with herself and almost sang with delight when she found herself going in.
The tigress again found herself chatting with a shop assistant, this time as she turned and displayed various portions of herself to be measured. "It's just so hard to get something that fits over a tail!" She said.
"I can quite understand, ma'am." The assistant said in a serious tone. "It is an oversight. Turn left, please."
"As you can see, I already have something in green, though it's not formal. What would you suggest?"
"Green is a good color for your - ehem - complexion, ma'am." The assistant said gravely. "Although a middle shade of blue could work as well."
"I can see that. I think I'll keep with green, though."
"Very good, ma'am. As to the cut, perhaps a loose surplice with an above the knee skirt?" The assistant measured the width of the tigress's tail and made a note under 'other' for a discreet opening.
"That sounds lovely!" The tigress replied. Paying was a little easier now that Kevin knew where Jess's wallet was. Neither mentioned that now that the tigress had a tailored dress, she'd definitely have to wear it and that meant them wearing the tigress at least two more times.
Jess did not fight at all as the tigress entered Victoria's Secret and she was rewarded by the immediate reaction down below. A bathroom was one thing, but being able to go into a lingerie store with his girlfriend providing the front for a disguise that made him appear female and hid his looking around from view drove Kevin wild from the first moment. Being able to look at skimpy underwear and seeming like an eccentric young woman rather than a pervert pushed him completely over the edge. Jess knew she'd have to take charge. Kevin didn't say a word as she picked out a bra and panty set - there was no way they were in there for regular clothes and a negligee would only hide her feline assets. She also wanted to get done in there as quickly as possible because unlike her experiences so far, the employees here didn't look very happy with a tigress in the store. She paid the clerk, who was trying not to look directly at her and left.
The biggest reason Jess had decided on these items was shown when she gently guided her boyfriend into the ladies room. Closing the stall door, the tigress clumsily removed the tags and pulled the panties on, having to pull her top off to put on the bra. The tigress's paws shook and she had to rub ber back gently to calm herself down before she could get the bra on. Naturally neither served any purpose except to drive her wearer's to even greater sexual heights. Jess thought she might have gone too far, as the tigress was never going to be able to walk anywhere with her rear bucking into her front and her own voice moaning beneath the mask. The whole day had gone as far as Kevin could stand and he needed to do more than be inside Jess. He needed to be able to embrace her without hugging himself and to kiss her without getting a mouthful of hair. It was time to go home.
The tigress did make it to the car and Kevin let up long enough for Jess to drive them home. She greeted her roommates without breaking stride and threw her purse down on the floor. The tigress, however, couldn't contain herself once she was in her room and the door closed. She leapt onto the bed and started to roll around. She only regained control briefly to hang the mask on a chair and was back at it, both parties desperate to grind against each other. All four paws came off at different times and with different degress of control excercised by Jess and Kevin. When her furry body was lying on the carpet, her tight boob top followed soon after, freeing up two pairs of hands to work on the other restraints.
The last thing to go was the gaff and for the first time they smelled the result of almost twenty-four hours stuffed into a furry costume together. It was only because Jess had a handhold on Kevin's penis that she was leading him and their celebration of newfound closeness continued with redoubled passion and hunger and a great deal more cleanliness in the shower. Jess had been afraid Kevin might go off intimacy for awhile after only an evening in the tigress suit, but apparently an entire day together had only made him more comfortable with being in constant contact with her body. In fact, they didn't stop touching each other and were pressed into each others' flesh when they weren't rubbing the other down with soap or shampoo. When they were dried off, they snuggled together in bed and Jess fell asleep wondering how Kevin would react to her and Melissa's next surprise. It would show for absolutely certain how comfortable they were with each others' bodies.
Obedience Trainer
By Paul Calhoun
They're back! My group that takes the sliding scale of romantic vs. nymphomaniac, rips the slider off and tries to insert it in various places.
Jess has yet another brilliant idea to help their completely secure relationships! This time there's pushback and she has to modify, but her final plan is even better than the original. She decides that Kevin needs to learn to be more assertive and so places herself under his control for the night. Sort of. It's hard to let go.
I decided to make Charles and Melissa slightly more snarky because I thought Jess needed a balancing force besides her steadier husband. I like the idea, though, of them all being only less amorous as compared to her. The other three have big sexual appetites, but she makes them look normal.
“She’s got that look again,” Melissa said. “That one that means that since it’s Halloween, it’s time to do something super weird.”
Charles said, “Do you have any idea what?”
Kevin shook his head. “No. She’s been keeping it a complete secret. You know how she loves springing surprises. It must be a big one if she’s getting it together this early, though.” He shrugged. “It’s not like Jess doesn’t have great ideas though. We all had fun last year.”
“My back still hurts.” Charles said.
“And you’ve been crossdressing ever since.” Melissa added. “Though I can understand that. I wouldn’t want to be stuck wearing guy clothes all the time either.”
“Like I said, we have fun.” Kevin replied. “I know Jess sometimes sweeps us up in her enthusiasm, but don’t tell me you haven’t had a few pony rides since last year.”
“Shh. Here she comes.” Charles said.
“You don’t have to clam up.” Jess said brightly. “I know you’re all itching to find out what you’re going to be this Halloween.”
“Maybe we want to pick our own costumes this year.” Melissa grumbled.
“What? And be some boring old couple from a Pixar movie?” Jess asked. “Feh. I mean, with my costumes you could be. In fact, you won’t be picking your own costumes so much as each others’. I mean, unless Charles has learned women’s sizing or Melissa knows how to fit a pair of pants around a pair of balls. In fact, I got these as early as I did so that you could do just that. Maybe we could even learn something about ourselves in the process.”
“Honey?” Kevin said.
“What, love?”
“You’ve built up too far and told us what it is.”
“Bet you oral sex that I haven’t!”
“Each other?”
“Oh yeah, smarty! Tell me how.”
“I don’t know.” Kevin thought. “Corset, wig, that sort of thing.”
“Nuh-uh.” Jess ran to their room and hauled a box through the door. “Lookie!” She threw the lid open and hung four empty skins on the back of the sofa. “It’s us!” She looked up at the others with an eager expression. “See, last year I thought it would be neat to do shared costumes to get closer and learn how to work together. This year I wanted to go with the same idea, but take it even further. Not just get close, but become.” She saw the looks that ranged from blank lack of understanding to open doubt. “No, really, think about it. We could even swap around. I wear a skin and become Kevin and he wears the suit of me and we try to act like each other so we better understand what we like, dislike and notice. Or I wear Melissa and show her how outsiders see her interaction with Charles and so on and on. Get it?” She beamed at the assembly.
“Sweetie.” Kevin said slowly. “I know I don’t usually rain on your ideas, but -”
“You’re usually really submissive. That’s something I thought you could work on by being me and me being you. I know I can be pushy, but maybe if you toughen up –“
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Kevin said, his tone hardening, “but thanks for the observation. That’s the sort of thing that would only get much worse if we did this.”
“I really, seriously, and please don’t take this as critical but it is Jess, do not want to sleep with you.” Melissa said. “I wouldn’t get any sleep.”
“That goes double for me.” Charles added. “But more because Melissa is the only person I want to sleep with.”
“Oh yeah, that too.” Melissa said. Charles slapped her playfully on the arm and she started chewing on his shoulder. “Besides,” she said when she’d put sufficient bite marks on him. “It sounds really creepy having you pretend to be me and having sex with my husband.” Melissa said.
“I’d run away at top speed.” Charles agreed. “Actually, I don’t trust you.” He took his own skin and Melissa’s. “We’ll just put these where you won’t be tempted. If you and Kevin want to do stuff like that, go ahead.”
“I had an even worse thought. What if she’d dressed as me and then made a pass at me?” Melissa made a gagging noise. “I really don’t want to see how she thinks I’d try to seduce myself. I’d have to take a shower, but then I’d see myself in the mirror and feel like she was still there. Argh!”
“Hey! I’m still in the room.” Jess stamped her foot. “You’re just thinking of the negatives.”
“Honey, do you want a rational argument?” Kevin asked.
“Aw, you’re against me too?”
“I worked this one out in my head. There are ninety-six possible combinations. Do you really think we’d get through all of those?”
“I don’t think we’d have to.”
“Without strangling each other on the first or second?” Kevin asked gently. “No, hon, I’m putting my foot down. If you think this argument is bad now, try to see how it would go with us all pretending to be each other. It wouldn’t be pretty. I love you more than anything and I never want to hurt your feelings the way I would if we swapped places like that. I also don’t think I could stand having someone else with your face pretending to be you in a relationship with me.”
Jess looked down. “Maybe you’re all right.” She looked up with an enormous grin and kissed Kevin hard. “I’ve never seen your so assertive, dear! It’s already done what I needed and given me a much better idea. You’ll see! It’ll be amazing and you’ll love it and it and it won’t make us hurt each other’s feelings at all.” She ran off.
“She’s always so cheerful when she’s got an idea.” Melissa said. “It’s endearing, but I like her better when she’s settled down to a plan.”
“I admit, she’s a little hard to live with when she’s chasing a concept. Again, we do enjoy ourselves.” Kevin said.
“Yeah.” Charles said. “I mean, these things aren’t terrible.” He picked up the skin of his wife. “I mean…”
“My husband is thinking about its uses as a sex toy.” Melissa said. “See, that I could live with. Not trying to act like each other except for fun.”
“Do you want me to call her back in?”
“Heck no! I want to see what she’s cooked up next.” Melissa said.
“Let her have fun with planning.”
Kevin smiled at the closed bedroom door. “She’s so cute when she’s hyper.”
“Excuse us,” Melissa said, sidling towards her own bedroom with her husband. “I just started getting the same mental images as Charles.”
“Have fun.” Kevin said.
Jess was insufferable the next day when she spotted straight off that Charles wasn’t who he claimed to be at breakfast. “I knew it! You liked the idea!”
“We liked the costume,” the woman who appeared to be a slightly taller and fuller bodied Melissa said. “The idea needed work.”
“Going as each other sounds fun,” ‘Charles’ said. “We just don’t want to do a lot of swapping and trying to improve each other. That was the thing; we were sort of with you at first but then you suggested all that other stuff.”
“You’re also going at it like leporids.” Jess supplied.
“We are indeed.” ‘Melissa’ said. “We don’t want to improve ourselves, Jess, we just want to have fun with it.”
“In other words, nothing new.” ‘Her’ husband added.
“Meanwhile mine,” she cast Kevin a sidelong glance. “Seems decidedly unwilling.”
“I wanted to see what your new idea was. I didn’t want you to be distracted by the previous one.”
“That and you’ve already pretended to be me so much that the novelty wore off.” Jess said sadly.
“Not really? Most people didn’t know it was you specifically, just a random busty girl in a tiger costume looking for fun. If I was pretending to be you I wouldn’t have flirted so much.”
“But these outfits are so much more advanced. Don’t you want to know how it feels?”
“After Halloween.” Charles said firmly.
“You’re being assertive again, honey. I’m going to drag you back to bed if you don’t start letting me have my own way.”
Kevin slowly pulled the maple syrup bottle away from Jess’s place. “No more.”
“That’s not assertive, that’s evil.”
“All right, hon, let’s see you dispute this idea.” Jess said, proudly holding out an enormous package.
Kevin took it and removed the contents, a furry bundle that seemed to go on forever. When he placed the four-legged body on the bed, its long-muzzled head lolled backwards and looked up at him as if begging him to pay attention to it. “It’s a dog suit.” He said, straightening out the limbs and pulling it so that it lay at full length.
“It’s way more than that.” Jess said. “Look at the front legs.”
“I have. I’m not sure how we’re supposed to both fit into it with all that padding. Plus if it’s one piece with the zipper on the back, how are we supposed to get into or out of it? We found out how bad an idea this sort of thing was last year.”
Jess had most of her clothes off and hugged the costume to her chest. “It’s not for both of us.” She looked coquettishly over the head of the costume, her chin framed by the upraised ears. “It’s for me.” She saw Kevin’s expression and smiled. “See, I thought maybe I was being too controlling. Last year I ceded some to you when we were stuffed in that tigress, but even then I was making you act in a way I wanted you to. You were dominant, but constrained by my choice of costume.”
“I loved it, though.”
“No doubt.” Jess hooked her toe into her panties and flicked them up into her hand, throwing them onto the bed beside the costume. She rummaged around, emerging from her closet holding a lycra bodysuit. “I still feel like I tell you what to do too much. So this year you pick your costume and the only constraint is that you have to bring your faithful – an obedient – giant canine companion with you.” Her feet were resting in the stirrups of the bodysuit and she started pulling it up. “I even got a harness and leash!”
“I don’t feel very comfortable dragging you around like that.”
“You’ll do it and you’ll like it!” She said in a mock severe tone.
“Honey!”
“Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve made my decision. You’re going to pick your costume and I’m going to go along with it like a good pooch. Let’s practice!”
“What if I order you to take the costume off and go back to being my boss?” Kevin asked, standing behind Jess and putting his arms around her to help get the massive wolf/dog costume up to her waist.
“That’s not the sort of command a dog would understand.” Jess replied turning her head to brush her cheek against his. “You know, I could get a ball gag just to make sure I don’t cheat and say something.”
“I trust you.” Kevin said. “That’s going too far anyway. What if you really needed to talk?”
“And I trust you to know when I need something. Oh well, this muzzle feels like it’s got a lot of resistance. I doubt I could talk easily.” She ducked her head into the costume head and arched her back so she could put her arms into the forelegs. She daintily fell to all fours and shifted her weight from foot to foot to foot to foot, almost kneading the floor and fidgeting impatiently while Kevin zipped her up. The back of the head had a loop under a thick fringe of fur which the zipper passed through and latched to a hook on her back. A downy mane of thicker fur covered and hid the top of the zipper track as well as the loop and the shaggy body fur rendered the rest of the track invisible when Kevin stroked her. It was so thick that his hand almost vanished into it. “This is really thick. And soft.” He knelt and hugged Jess around her wolf shoulders, burying his face in her fur. She seemed to tense up and then the wolf’s mouth opened and a very unconvincing pant followed.
“That’s the most fake dog sound I’ve ever heard.”
“Woof!” The wolf said.
“Wow. That’s terrible.”
“Grrr.”
Kevin laughed and patted his wolf-wife’s head. “Good dog. Bad actress. Isn’t that really warm?”
Jess cocked her head and then came another human sounding bark.
“You look good, but you seriously need to work on the woof.” Kevin told her. She followed him – tripping more literally than figuratively on her paws – to the window, which he put his hand to. “We’ll have to find a way of cooling you off or you’ll never last the party. For now, though,” he picked up the harness. “What wants walkies?”
Jess reared up and put her forepaws on Kevin’s chest, treating him to another poorly mimicked pant. “Down girl!” He laughed. She fell back onto all fours. “Hmm.” He said, grinning. “Maybe you ought to earn your treat. Sit!”
Jess fell into a splay legged crouch that was the closest she could approximate a quadrupedal sit with no practice.”
“Roll over!”
Jess got as far as laying on her side when she got stuck. The whine that came from the wolf’s muzzle was more of a feminine grunt of annoyance than the high pitched sound a dog made.
“Come on! You can do it!” Kevin said brightly. “Go on! Roll over!”
The wolf looked up with him with liquid eyes and whined again.
“You can’t do it?”
The wolf shook her head.
“You want me to help you back up?”
The wolf panted yes and barked.
“Beg!”
Jess extended a paw in entreaty, waving it at Kevin.
“All right.” He put his hands under Jess and helped her to her paws, feeling the give in the thick padding as he pushed. She panted and tried to frisk around him, running into the nightstand and almost knocking a glass over.
“Bad dog!” He said. She whined and put a paw over her eyes.
“Aww. It’s all right. Shake?” She extended the paw, which he shook. “Good girl” He clipped the harness on her and attached the leash. “Let’s go for a walk, then.”
Jess led him to the front door, her held head high. She semi-sat as he opened it and almost dragged him out, straining as he locked the door. “Bad dog.” He said playfully. “Don’t make me go back in.”
She panted at him in an imitation of a dog who was already out and knew she wasn’t going back in until she’d had her run. As she pranced around the yard, as much getting used to four legs as for the role play, Kevin said, “I ought to take you to the park and see how many looks I get.”
Jess half barked, half giggled.
“Or maybe I ought to stake you out here for the night.”
She growled.
“Well, dogs don’t belong in the bed and I don’t have a dog bed right now.”
Jess turned and leapt at him, knocking him down into the grass and standing over him. “Get off, ‘tout bitch!” Kevin commanded.
Jess settled onto her chest, curled up and rested her muzzle on his face. “Who’re you calling bitch?” She said, forcing the quiet words past the restrictive muzzle.
“There’s only one female canine here.” Kevin said, stroking her side and scratching her muzzle. He hugged her close. “All right. I’ll try this out. But my condition is that you don’t see my choice until that night. Deal?”
Jess barked, panted and then snuggled closer. Kevin closed his eyes and started to doze. “It’s really nice having a warm wolf to cuddle.” Jess panted harder than usual. Kevin opened his eyes, full of concern. “You’re getting overheated, let’s go inside and get you out of that fur.” Jess whined weakly and tried to press her face harder against him. “No arguments, my sleek beauty.” He said, wiggling out from under her and then picking her up. He held the fluffy wolf close as he went in, both sets of legs spilling out from his arms. When he put her down, unclasped the harness and opened the zipper, Jess wriggled out of the hot, sweat-soaked wolf costume and looked up at her husband with tired, liquid eyes. “I’m glad you took this suggestion. So you really liked it?”
Kevin kissed her nose and picked her up again, now sans wolf costume. “I’ve already decided what I’m going to do. Now let’s get you cleaned up and maybe woken up too. That costume must really be hard work.”
“It is.” She said quietly. “But it’s worth it.” She perked up as he carried her into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “Bath time?”
“Let’s shower first.”
“OK.”
After the previous year, both couples had decided they liked bathing together so much that they’d both installed larger tubs in their respective bathrooms. There was nothing more relaxing and intimate, had said, than sitting together in a hot bath. And Kevin had found that playing the water jets over his wife never failed to get her in the mood – or at least ready for a playful splash fight that usually ended in him getting the mop while she luxuriated and teased him about being her favorite pool boy - although she could say the same for him. The shower helped rouse her a little, but when they switched to the whirlpool, it wasn’t long before she was laying stretched out on him with her head resting on his shoulder. He gently rubbed her back with the hand brush, listening to her breathing. She surprised him a few minutes later by stretching and pulling back. “Thanks, hon,” she murmured. “Now let me.” She took his hand and gently pulled him onto her lap, taking the brush off his hand and starting in on massaging his back. “Not that you’re likely to have nearly as stiff a back as me, though it couldn’t have been easy to carry me like you did. No, not a word about it being easy,” she said when Kevin looked about to protest. “I know how much I weigh! Besides,” she playfully rubbed Kevin’s biceps. “You have scrawny arms.” She yawned. “I’m feeling better now, but it’s not good that I didn’t last long. We’re going to have to practice all the time we can – or more accurately I am. I need to get into shape so I don’t end up flopping down at the party and needing to be taken home early.” She stretched again and shifted her rear, pushing on Kevin’s shoulder so he’d slide off of her. “In fact, I think I need to push myself. I’m putting it back on.”
Kevin shifted his own weight so that he wouldn’t move. “No you’re not.”
Jess pushed harder. “I am!” She got out from under him and made a run for the door.
Water sloshed as Kevin went after her. “You’ll get it all wet! Nobody likes a wet dog.”
Jess started vigorously rubbing herself with a towel. “There, fixed.”
“I don’t want you falling asleep in it. Cute as that would be, I’d be too afraid you’d overheat or not get enough air.”
“I won’t fall asleep.” Jess protested, already one leg into the lycra undersuit. “See how energetic I am?”
“All right,” Kevin sighed, picking up the heavy wolf pelt. “Let me help you into it.” Soon Jess was again enveloped in soft fur. “So how is it so far?”
Jess barked more weakly than she had the first time around.
Kevin knelt and massaged Jess’s back legs, feeling the angular bulge of the digitigrade padding. “This must be hell on your legs too. You’re going to be so sore tomorrow.” When Jess turned to bark in agreement, he felt the heat coming from her muzzle. “Let’s go outside.” Kevin opened the door as Jess tried to pick up the harness in her partially mobile mouth. Kevin sighed again. “No role play this time. I think I can trust you not to run off.”
Jess whined, but followed Kevin out the back door and into the yard. Though less energetic, her movements were also less clumsy and she voluntarily went back inside and lay down to have the costume unzipped after fifteen minutes. “You win,” she said, tired but not sweating. “Though we’ll have to do more practice indoors in future. The party’s probably going to have the heat turned on.” She lay down next to him on the bed, their bodies nestling into each other. “It’s getting easier.”
“I could tell. That will help with the strain.
“Yeah.” She was falling asleep, but opened her eyes one more time. “Honey, is my dog impression that bad?”
“Yes, dear.”
Jess closed her eyes. “At least I can do something about that without putting the whole thing on.”
It was late afternoon when Jess sat up and looked out the window. “Honey?” She nudged Kevin. “Come on, we’d better get up.” She got out of bed and when Kevin joined her, she kissed him. “That’s for being supportive.” She almost bore him back down onto the bed with her next kiss. “And that is for going to sleep with me even though it will probably wreck both our sleeping schedules.”
“We could always stay up late tonight,” he said suggestively.
“Or wear ourselves out right now!” Jess cried, this time actually knocking Kevin onto the bed and jumping on top of him.
Melissa and Charles looked up from their desserts as Jess and Kevin came in. “We were wondering where you’d gotten to.” Melissa said.
“We’re totally off kilter right now.” Jess said. “My fault. The costume I’m testing for Halloween is exhausting!”
“Oh?” Charles asked.
“No, not like that!” Jess said as Kevin took their dinner out of the fridge. “Though we may do that costume again afterwards.” She said speculatively. “It was such a blast last year.”
“You’re telling us.” Melissa said. “We were the ones who got stuck like that overnight.”
“Oh, you loved every minute.” Jess said dismissively.
“Not that part.” Charles said.
“Well, not all of it.” Melissa added.
“There were occasions…” Charles agreed.
“Like when you woke me up with that morning wood that wouldn’t go away.”
“Don’t go running off on us.” Kevin said, finally finishing with the microwave.
“We’re still trying to decide what we want to be.” Charles said.
“Apart from each other, of course.” Melissa added. “So we decided to throw on those skinsuits and go down to the mall to see if we can find inspiration.”
“What a transparent excuse to attempt to run into someone one or both of you know and laugh it up when they don’t realize the switch. Or just go into places you normally wouldn’t be able to without getting looks.” Kevin said.
“How would you know?”
“Because it’s exactly what I did.”
“He was so excited to be able to shop as a woman.” Jess said.
“You haven’t crossdressed in awhile. What happened?” Charles asked.
“Meh, I was never really satisfied with how I looked. Jess did her best, but I could never help seeing myself no matter how much I learned from her. I was fine in the tigress costume, but that really only works around Halloween and even then I got stared at.”
“I thought you looked pretty.” Melissa said. “A little wide in the shoulder and sharp in the face, but not obviously manly.”
“Speaking of which, have you two tried out your own skinsuits?” Charles asked.
“Nah, we’re a bit busy with her costume.” Kevin said, serving his wife.
“We’ll try it out afterwards.” She said, squeezing his hand in thanks. “Hey, that might make the tigress costume even more interesting!”
Kevin bit his lip. “Eat first, then get me in the mood, dear.”
“Silly. You’re always in the mood.”
“And you aren’t?”
Jess wrapped her lips around the fork suggestively. “Fair point.”
“You two are such nymphos.” Charles said.
“Hypocrite.” His wife said.
“That’s so ironic coming from you.”
“Guess what. Our meals are done.” Melissa got up and took her husband’s hand. “Bath time.”
During the next week, Kevin often got up to find his wife already in her lycra bodysuit and waiting for him to take her on her morning walk. Every day saw her staying longer and sometimes even scratching on the back yard door and begging until he opened it and followed the wolf, her head proudly up and her mouth open in a happy pant, around the block. When she almost made them late for work, he threatened to call her in sick and leave her either staked out or in the house. They both ended up late when he unzipped her and she burst out of the costume and showed how much she enjoyed his assertiveness. In the afternoon, he’d again help her into the costume and she’d follow him around as he did his household tasks. It became impossible to hide herself from their housemates and when they called her a ‘proud bitch’ she made it a point to lift Melissa’s skirt with her tail as often as possible and stick her nose into Charles’s crotch whenever he sat down. The hour before dinner was usually spent curled up on Kevin’s feet as they watched TV.
“You need to work on your training.” Kevin said halfway through a re-run. “Sit!”
Jess looked up at him with obvious fatigue, but obediently rose to her feet and then clumsily fell into her best doggy-sit.
“Now stay.” While Jess sat, her legs quivering from the effort of holding the pose, Kevin went into the next room. She was still sitting when he got back and he said. “Good girl! Here’s a treat.” He held up a miniature fan, which whirred loudly when he turned it on. It’s power was not lost on Jess, whose muzzle opened as she luxuriated in the breeze. A very non-doggy sound of contentment issued from the open muzzle. “Now, let’s see how much better you’ve gotten. Roll over, girl!”
This time Jess made it all the way onto her back and barked happily with the achievement. She was rewarded with another long blast from the fan, then Kevin sat down on the floor next to her. “Who wants her belly rubbed?” Without waiting for a response, Kevin started vigorously rubbing Jess’s soft belly. At first he thought that her rolling back and forth and the kicking of her legs was part of her act, then he heard the muffled yelps of laughter from inside. “Ticklish, girl?” He asked, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Well, how about here?” He moved his hand up to between her forelegs and her motions became even more frenetic. What had at first started like a growl now became a higher pitched exhalation. She tried to wrap her legs around Kevin and hump him, but he jumped back. “Bad girl! I’m not a boy dog.” Jess scrambled back to her feet and then reared up, knocking him down and lying on top of him, resuming her attempts to fuck him through the costume. “No, girl!” He laughed. “Don’t make me get the newspaper.”
Jess ignored him until he reached behind her head and pulled the zipper down. With a few hard swings of her shoulder, she’d freed her upper body and stripped the rest of the costume off of herself in a few seconds. “Bedroom, now.” She panted.
“So much for me taking charge.” Kevin joked.
“You’re damn right, so much for you being in charge,” she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him with her. “I’m going to screw your brains out.”
“But Melissa and Charles were going to tell us what all that plastic they’d bought is for.” Kevin said.
“They can wait. I can’t.”
“I guess I’d better not do that at the party, huh?”
Jess turned and looked at him with a broad, slightly manic grin. “The belly rub, yes. But move your hand too far up and you’ll regret it. If I have to stay in that dog suit and pretend to be your faithful pet for very long after that, I think I’d explode.”
“You have more self control than that.” He said confidently.
“Maybe, but I don’t think you have the stamina for what would happen if I had to be patient.” Her smile became both inviting and challenging. “But if you want to find out, I can’t really stop you, can I? That’s the rule when I’m in costume, but when I’m out,” she pushed him backwards onto the bed and knocked the wind out of him when she jumped on top. “I won’t take ‘stay’ for an answer.”
“Remember that we haven’t got everything quite worked out,” Charles said in Melissa’s voice through their bedroom door. “There are some changes we’d like to make and –“
“Get on with it!” Jess called.
“Ta da!” Charles said, stepping through. He was wearing a purple spandex bodysuit over which was placed green and white powered armor with a black rubber flexible midriff. His Melissa face was painted blue and her long brown hair was hidden under an even longer red wig with bright highlights. She had large, red lips and had made herself up to make her blue eyes seem huge. The effect of being an ethereal Tangean Royal was somewhat spoiled by the fact that between Melissa’s human female shape and the need to adapt it to Charles’s larger frame, Mira Nova looked like she’d gone from Disney Princess to a ripe figured Rule 34 fanart piece. “You said something from Pixar, and that gave us the idea to go with the animated adaptation.”
“So you could guess what I picked.” Melissa said, stepping out in a Buzz Lightyear costume. “To infinity and et cetera.” She said with moderate enthusiasm. “My husband got the good outfit.”
“You could have gone as XR.” Kevin said.
“Too short.” Melissa replied. “And Scooter’s too big. No, I was pretty much stuck with either Buzz or Zurg. It seemed silly to go as Zurg, so here I am. I am not,” she said, removing the hood, “wearing a bald cap over all this. Buzz will just have much better hair.”
“Thanks, babe!” Charles said.
“That sounds so weird in my voice.” Their armor clunked together as they hugged.
“That’s fantastic.” Kevin said.
“Really nice.” Jess agreed. “So are you going to tell everyone?”
“Meh,” Melissa said, her armor riding up with the shrug.
Charles did a classic Mira Nova shrug to compliment hers. “Why should we? Anyone who can tell can tell. We won’t try hard, but we’ll answer to each other’s names most of the night.”
“So much potential for abuse and you don’t take it.” Jess said. “You guys are no fun.”
“Oh look who’s talking miss ‘I don’t even know what my husband’s picked out because I’m a good little dog.’”
“I think she’s going to have plenty of fun with my choice.” Kevin said with smug assuredness.
“He’s not even giving me a hint.” Jess said petulantly.
“You’ll see.”
Jess sat on her haunches, looking almost natural in the pose after another week and a half of work. The wolf looked up at her husband expectantly. “Yes, it’s time to find out what our costume will be.” He said indulgently. He scratched the top of her head and she panted half decently. She’d had her own surprise that she had sprung on him that night and though he had his suspicions after catching a glimpse of a slender zipper in the lower regions of her lycra undersuit, he had not asked her how the wolf’s tail was now sweeping the floor in a happy wag. “Now you wait there for a few minutes and I’ll be out to show you.” He retreated into the bathroom and she sank down and put her muzzle between her front paws.
She came back to attention and barked excitedly when she saw what her husband was wearing. His black books and brown socks left an expanse of smooth leg before reaching the well above the knee straight skirt of the black dress. A red belt with several pokeballs hung at an angle over his hips and the red high-necked jacket was cut off high at the midriff and was closer to a cropped vest than a real jacket. Unlike pokemon rangers, the black dress was also low cut, showing off his wife’s high breasts as the skirt displayed firm buttocks. She adjusted the red fedora that rested on short black hair. “I thought about wearing a wig,” he explained in Jess’s voice. “But I’ve always liked your hair.”
Jess got up and wagged her tail. Then she tilted her head questioningly.
“I have your part here.” He said. Now give me your paw. He took the proffered limb and fitted blood red sheaths over each claw, doing the same with her other front paw and then lifting her feet to affix them with the sheaths. Jess looked up at him curiously when he took several red fluffy objects out of the box. “I thought a long time about what pokemon you should be,” he said. He heard her gasp as he grasped her tail and with great care slid a tail wig that was same color as the sheaths at each end and matched her dark gray fur in the middle over it. “There were only three good choices with your coloration.” Her breath caught again as he tied a black band with a blue gem around the middle of the dark section. “Does that feel OK?” He asked, kneeling in front of her.
Jess looked back and experimentally wagged her tail a few times in slow sweeps. She looked at him and barked an affirmative. He patted her head. “Great. So,” he continued, smoothing a narrow strip of long red fur with black spikes of hair down her spine, “Houndoom seemed a good idea, but you’ve got such long fur and in the end I thought the bones were ugly.” He finished with the spinal ruff and moved up to her head with a mohawk of red and black fur. “I really liked Mightyena, but that was just too much extra fur for you. I thought you were fluffy enough as it was and that would weigh you down and be too hot.” He tied a ruff of black fur around her shoulders and clasped it between her front legs. “Zoroark, though, was perfect. Not too much extra fur, your undercoat matches beautifully and it hints at the fact that you’re more than you appear to be.” He said, stepping back to admire his pokemon. “Plus,” he said playfully, “Zoroarks can talk if they need to.”
Jess growled something that sounded a little like, “Cheater.”
Kevin bopped her on the muzzle. “Bad dog. I thought you said you weren’t going to take orders I shouldn’t be able to give. Now no more talking unless it’s a real emergency.”
Jess replied with a low, annoyed woof, then trotted over to the mirror.
“See? It’s a really good costume for a dog.” Kevin told her. “Too bad I wanted this to be a surprise, or I would have been able to give you the voice changer from the other skin.” He looked at his own costume. “You really make a sexy ranger.” He told Jess. He squeezed his boobs and closed his eyes. “I don’t know where you found these, but if what I’m feeling is close to what you do, I can see why you were so hot before.” Jess stuck her nose under his skirt and his knees went weak for a moment before he was able to step back. “No more. If we go any further, we won’t be leaving the house.” He adjusted his hat and took a deep breath. “Come on, girl. Let’s see if the others are ready.”
Jess paused at the door and looked back. “Oh,” Kevin said. “I suppose we’ll need this.” He clipped the harness to her. “Good girl. It wouldn’t look right if you weren’t on your lead. I might get a ticket.” He hefted his breasts again and patted his rear. “Though I bet I could get out of it.” When Jess let out a grumbling growl, he laughed and clipped her leash on. “Afraid I’ll sully your reputation.” He asked. He kissed her on the nose. “Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll too busy showing off how strong my pokemon is to flirt.”
Charles and Melissa were waiting for them. Charles absently tried to adjust his chestplate and Melissa slapped his hand away. “Stop that!”
Charles wrinkled his nose. “I always thought it was kind of sexy when a woman did something like this. Besides,” he said, swinging his shoulders back and forth in an attempt to move the plate without touching it, “it’s pressing on my boobs.”
“So is mine,” Melissa said, “but you don’t see me fidgeting.”
“You did a good job on his makeup,” Kevin said in an attempt to steer the conversation towards getting out the door. “His cheeks look a lot slimmer than before.”
“I’m a miracle worker,” Melissa said airily. “Wow, I sound like a douche when I say that in your voice.”
“Now you see why I have to be so humble.” Charles replied. “Hey, I sound like a strong, confident woman when I say stuff like that in your voice.”
“No you don’t. You just sound smug. By the way, that’s a very revealing costume, Kevin. I wonder what Jess would say if she could talk right now. I bet you sprung it on her when she was already dressed.”
“Guilty.” Kevin said happily. “That was a fast guess, though.”
“No guess. You’re taller than she is and even with all your corset training you’re still bigger around. Plus Jess is much more graceful in that wolf suit than you would be. She’s had time to practice.”
Jess wagged her tail and reared up on Melissa.
“Not making the boob situation much better.” Melissa said, pushing her down. “I like what you did with her.”
“Thanks.” Kevin said. “So are we ready to go?”
“Who’s driving?” Charles asked.
“I seem to have the fewest encumbrances.” Kevin said.
“I’m not making the obvious rack joke.” Charles replied.
Jess whined.
“Don’t worry, I won’t drive recklessly and get you points.” Kevin said scratching her head. “Though if I do, you’re pretty much stuck, aren’t you?”
Jess growled and pretended to nip at his hand.
Melissa said, “He’s right, though. Two of us are in clunky plastic and Jess hasn’t got hands. Or probably very good sight in that. Kevin’s dressed normally. Well, normally for Jess when she wants to flaunt it.”
Kevin put a hand on his hip and pulled back his shoulders. “Now I have it, so you’re darn right I’m going to flaunt it.”
Jess barked, panted and wagged her tail, then she trotted towards the front door, pulling Kevin along by the leash. “No, girl!” Kevin laughed. “I’m supposed to be the one in charge.”
“She’s just being a proper dog.” Melissa said. “They always lead when it’s time for a walk.”
The three humanoids helped lift Jess into the back of the car. She turned a few times and curled up. The space rangers sat in the back seat and Kevin got into the driver’s seat. Seeing Jess’s face in the rear view mirror gave him an erection that strained at the false vagina. Taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to rub his smooth legs together, Kevin started the car and backed out. Despite the distraction of the seat belt on his sensitive chest, the occasional glimpse of himself and thoughts of what would happen at the party, Kevin got them there uneventfully. He remembered to swing his legs going out of the car and avoided one of the prime pitfalls of sitting in a tight above the knee skirt.
Jess jumped down when they opened the back door, looking proud and energetic. They didn’t go for the entrance this time, though Jess drew stares the moment she walked in. Melissa and Charles stayed with them to make sure Jess was safe. Some people talked to the space rangers and the few who knew them well complimented them effusively on the swap. Most of the men were too distracted by the sexy Tangean to notice her occasional masculine behaviors. The women were not so distracted by Buzz since Buzz’s costume didn’t follow his body so closely and those with dates looked on with amused patience as they flirted with Charles and he clumsily flirted back. The young and somewhat inexperienced tomboyish nature of Mira’s character worked in Charles’s favor as it came off to his male admirers that he was playing the innocent rather than being genuinely so. The friends who recognized them got into the act and bolstered the illusion. Melissa found herself in the unusual position of being paid less attention to, though she had a few passes from women who were playing along. She wasn’t exactly happy with this, but she had to admit to herself that it was a refreshing change to have so little sexual undertone to her conversations. She also took great satisfaction when one reveler went too far in ‘examining Mira’s control panel’ and got a chance to pull him away. There wasn’t much the guy dressed as a private eye could do, since he was up against a ‘dude’ who wasn’t bigger than him but was decked in heavy plastic plate. They both also had to occasionally come to Kevin and Jess’s rescue when the first was overwhelmed by romantic attention and the second was swamped by too many admirers leaving her too little room. Kevin did his best to deal with those, but everyone wanted their turn petting the dog.
From Kevin’s perspective, it was a very successful costume. Even the people who spotted Charles and Melissa didn’t always catch that ‘Jess’ was in fact her husband and the dog dressed as a Zoroark was Jess. This was partly to do with Kevin’s choice of a more revealing costume and with Jess being completely covered by the wolf suit. Jess was enjoying herself immensely and her tail wagged constantly as she was pet and scratched. She barked at someone who seemed to be looking for a zipper and snapped at him when he ignored her.
“Don’t bug the precious thing,” a young lady in a white and gold dress said, hugging Jess around the shoulders. Jess panted at her. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you.” She cooed. “Oh, you’re so soft.” She rubbed her cheek against Jess’s side. “You look thirsty,” she put a glass in front of Jess’s muzzle. “Here.”
Jess whined and the girl said, “Aw. You can’t drink. Let me see.”
“I found a straw.” One of Jess’s male admirers said.
“Great!” The white and gold lady - Kevin thought she looked to still be a teenager - put it in the glass and slid it into Jess’s muzzle. “Is this good?” She grinned when Jess got her lips around it and liquid flowed into the muzzle. She looked up at Kevin after Jess had drained the glass. “Are you his trainer?”
“Yup. I bred him from a wild one I found in Lostlorn. It was an uphill fight, I can tell you. His mother was living in a trailer as a human woman and at first I thought she’d seduced a man to live with her. It turned out he was one too! The weird thing is that when this one evolved, he tried to please me by turning into a perfect replica of me and offered to do … romantic things.” Jess looked up at him and he could hear her laughter in the panting and wagging. “Want to see how well I trained him?” Kevin pointed. “Sit!”
Jess sat on her haunches and the crowd of onlookers became an interested ring. Those who were already close and had been fawning over her clapped.
“Speak!”
Jess barked.
“Shake.”
Jess offered her paw to anyone who wanted to take it, which took a long time as there were a lot of takers.
“Now roll over.”
Jess rolled onto her back. “You can give him belly rubs if you want.” Kevin said. “He really likes them.”
Kevin watched, hiding laughter at Jess being tickled by a crowd of kneeling partiers. With the high demand, some had to end up on her chest and her rolling, wagging and kicking only spurred them on. “You’re a very talented trainer.” An urbane baritone said. A man in impeccable blue and silver samurai plate was at Kevin’s elbow.
“Thank you!” Kevin said brightly. “I’ve had him since he was a tiny Zorua. I hatched him myself.”
The samurai linked arms with Kevin, “Why don’t we discuss breeding in a more secluded spot?”
Kevin smiled politely. “I’m afraid I couldn’t leave him. He’s my responsibility.”
Jess had finally managed to get back onto her feet with Charles and Melissa’s help and padded up to Kevin trailing the young woman and an older woman in a Victorian dress. The others had apparently decided they’d had enough fun with the fluffy dog. She barked half in warning and half in laughing appreciation of Kevin having made good on both his threat and her insistence that he treat her as his loyal and obedient pet. She reared up and put her forelegs over Kevin’s shoulders, her paws brushing his nipples under the black minidress. He caught his breath at the sudden stimulation, then put his arms around the forelegs. “See? I’m afraid that I’m a bit committed. Although,” he said, looking sidelong her his shoulder. “There are things a man like you could give me that a dog couldn’t.”
“I’m sure I can think of several.” The samurai said.
Jess growled low but Kevin ignored her. “Maybe I ought to stake Zoroark out and see what you have to offer.”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
Kevin bit his lip, stifling giggles as he heard the sound of mixed longing, worry and annoyance in his wife’s growl. He pretended to consider for a few seconds and then said, “Sorry. I don’t think I could leave my pokemon alone like that.”
“He could join us.” The samurai said.
“What do you think, boy?” Kevin asked.
Jess fell down onto all fours, pacing around the samurai and sniffing him at intervals. She sat and barked twice, her tail unmoving. “Sorry,” Kevin said, “he isn’t interested.”
“That’s a shame.” The samurai said. He didn’t look like he was about to move.
“I’d better go find my friends.” Kevin said at length.
The samurai said nothing as Kevin awkwardly excused himself and Jess led him away. He knew exactly what he would see if he turned around because it’s what he’d be looking at. Jess’s fabulous rear shown to great effect by a short, stretchy skirt. Imagining that left him unaware for a few seconds that Jess had veered off course. When he stopped mentally checking himself/his wife out, he yanked on her leash, “No, boy, this way.” Jess continued to strain and Kevin saw that her nose was pointed arrow-like at the restrooms. “Boy, how are you going to manage that?”
Jess whined loudly, more human in tone than any time before.
“Did those girls give you drinks while I wasn’t looking?” Kevin said sternly. He’d seen Jess being given drinks by the girls, but hadn’t said anything since he thought she was probably getting dehydrated anyway and he knew there was no alcohol being served since the hosts had some friends with older kids who liked to come as well, hence the girl who had given her the first drink.
Jess whined and tried to put her paws over her eyes, failing miserably since the forearm stilts were too rigid.
Kevin sighed. “If we find a handicapped stall, I’ll help you. Otherwise we’re going home.”
Jess yawned expansively. She apparently didn’t mind either choice. She led Kevin towards the restrooms, stopping only briefly a couple of times to accept pets and compliments. “Narcissist.” Kevin said fondly.
They were stopped at the door by a woman dressed as Black Canary. “Uh, I don’t think you should be bringing him in there.” She said hesitantly.
“Why not? He’s only a dog.”
“Yeah,” she looked uncomfortable. “But seriously, he isn’t. It might make people nervous.”
“What is he going to do?” Kevin laughed. “Pant at them? Look at where his head is relative to our bodies. If he wanted to see things, he could have any time he wanted.” Kevin sighed. “Listen, do you use the men’s room when the ladies’ gets crowded? Do you bother women with young boys? No.” He pet Jess’s head. “He’s my baby and I’m taking him in with me. I’d take him into the men’s room, but I can see from the water leaking out from under the door that there’s been some trouble. My shoes would be fine, but I don’t want to get him wet.”
“Yeah.” Black Canary still looked hesitant. “It’s different, though. He’s still a guy.”
At that point one of Jess’s admirers, a coltish young woman in a Batgirl costume walked up. “Is there a line?”
“No,” Kevin said.
“Would you be comfortable with them using the bathroom?” Black Canary demanded.
“Sure.” She bent and scratched Jess behind her ear. “You’ve been so good all evening. Is this nasty lady keeping you out of the toilet?” She looked at Canary. “You should be lucky he’s so well trained or he’d have peed on the floor.”
“He’s not a real dog!” Canary whined. “Doesn’t anyone realize that?”
“No, he’s much better behaved.” Batgirl replied. “A real dog – and a lot of guys I know in his situation – would have been sniffing at me by now and might have tried to get under my skirt. This Zoroark has been very proper.” She held the door open. “Go on in.” Jess wagged her tail and panted appreciatively at Batgirl for a moment before trotting in.
“Thanks, Gregor.” Kevin said.
“No problem, Kevin.” She replied. “I know I won’t get any trouble from you. Not with Jess watching anyway. That’s a sensational likeness of her, by the way. I’m really jealous.” She winked and started checking her makeup. There was a handicapped stall, which both trainer and pokemon entered. After locking the door, Kevin turned to find Zoroark already standing.
“Let’s see.” He said, gently probing her back. He pulled the strip of red fur partway off and pulled the zipper down. Jess let him help pull the costume off of her upper half and keep hold of it as she carefully stepped out so he could keep it off the floor while she was on the toilet. She rubbed her bottom before she sat down. “Every time someone pets my tail…” She said.
“At least you can pee without taking the undersuit off.” He offered. “And it was your choice, anyway.”
“I didn’t know you’d be putting something on it.” She complained after finishing and standing up.
“Does that matter?”
“Yes!” She said. “It matters because it meant you had to move it all around rather than just one direction like most people have. You also pushed it in further. I’m so glad I didn’t go for the one that vibrates when it’s touched. I think that cover you put on it might have turned it on permanently.”
“I was surprised.” Kevin said. “You usually don’t show any interest in those sorts of things.”
“I’m glad I haven’t! I don’t know what people see in them. I only got that one because I wanted to have a mobile tail and because I thought it might be fun to put in later and play with.” She rubbed her behind again. “No thanks.” She looked at Kevin speculatively. “You’d look pretty good with a fluffy tail, though.”
“I’m not happy with the idea of having something up my butt either. Speaking of which, couldn’t you have put it in –“
“No, I couldn’t.” She said. “Apart from the anatomical placement, I know precisely what you would have done. You’re far less tempted this way.” She stepped into the suit, wiggling her rear a little to get the tail back in, and fell to all fours to let him zip it back up and put her spinal ruff back on. She looked up at him, her head tilted in a question.
“No, I don’t need to.” He said.
She barked and scratched at the door. He unlocked it and they back out into the party. The actual dance part had started and the space rangers were gingerly attempting to do a slow dance without making too much noise banging their armor together. Jess pulled Kevin out, stood and put her forelegs over his shoulders. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed, burying his face in her shoulder.
“It’ll look even weirder if they start a waltz.” She whispered.
“Or a salsa.” He said, biting his lip. “Hey, how about next year we do something where we can actually dance with each other? Last year it just attracted people who thought we were a tigress in need of a dance partner and this year –“ He tried to put his hands where they would be on Jess if she was out of costume. “I look like a little girl dancing with a stuffed animal.”
“I was thinking more of a Scooby and Shaggy vibe, but yours is a lot more complimentary to us both.” She whispered. “OK. I think you’re right. She rested her muzzle on his shoulder. “You liked it though?”
“Loved it. Especially being the one holding the leash and picking the final outfits. This way I get to look at you even though you’re currently our adorable costumed pet. I hope you don’t mind, but if given the choice, I totally want to see your body than mine.” He stroked her back. “I think there are going to be a lot of boyfriends being forced to play puppy after tonight.”
Jess barked and panted laughter.
“Yeah, that’s better.” Kevin said, mockingly stern. “You’ve been talking far too much.”
Jess gently hit him in the face with her muzzle.
The space rangers danced closer to them. “Getting tired?” Melissa asked.
Jess yawned at them and barked once, though she also wagged her tail.
“I think we can last another couple of dances,” Kevin translated.
Jess fell back to all fours and pointed at the door.
“No?”
Jess panted hard.
“Oh. We’ll be outside when you’re ready to go. I think that’s ‘more hot than tired.’” Jess barked an affirmative and trotted towards the outer door, threading her way amongst the legs of the party goers.
“You’re intentionally snarling your leash.” Kevin accused.
Jess panted and wagged her tail again, the picture of a pet who is eager to go places and totally unable to comprehend why her owner needs to stop every few steps to untangle a leash. They were followed by what Kevin was thinking of as ‘The Pokemon Fan Club’ led by the young woman in white and gold. “Are you leaving? “ She asked when they reached the door.
“In a little while,” Kevin said. “Zoroark is getting hot and tired, so we’re going out to cool off for a few minutes before our friends finish.”
The fan club knelt around Jess, sending her off with loving scratches and ‘good boys.’ Outside, Kevin opened the back door of the car and helped Jess climb in. She curled up and Kevin left the door open, perching on the lip where the door would close. “There are going to be a million pictures of us tomorrow. Well, you with me in the frame sometimes.”
Jess whuffed a tired laugh.
Kevin absently rubbed her head. “I think you were a bigger hit than Charles and Melissa were as the pony last year. Lucky you to have such a dedicated trainer keeping people from taking advantage like they did before.
Jess put her head in Kevin’s lap. He continued to pet her. “I bet you’re going to be glad to take that off for longer than a couple of minutes, though. I hope you’re not too tired.” Jess weakly pushed at Kevin’s crotch. “Good girl.” He said. He lay down next to her and snuggled into her fur. The space rangers found them curled up together in the back and Melissa volunteered to shed her armor in the parking lot and drive them home. Jess woke up as they were pulling in to their driveway and nudged Kevin with her muzzle until he stirred. “Oh.” He said. He stuck his head up and over the back seat. “Thanks.”
“You looked like you needed it.” Charles said. “Speaking of needing something, I’m going inside right now. Melissa wouldn’t let me take my chest armor off before we got home and I am that tired of having my boobs mashed. See ya!” He ran inside.
“Need any help?” Melissa asked.
“No, we’re good.” Kevin said as Jess jumped down and he threw modesty to the wind as he followed her out.
Kevin kicked off the boots when they got into their bedroom and Jess flopped down onto the bed. He pulled off the red ruff and unzipped the back, but Jess made no move to get out of the suit. “Come on,” Kevin said, working his arm into the head and pulling it off of her. “You have to get out and get a shower.”
Jess wiggled out of the costume. “All right.” She sat up, her lower half still covered in thick gray fur. She pulled Kevin towards her and kissed him. “I’ve been wondering what that would be like all night.”
“How was it?”
“Not really that different. Though I can’t press up against you because of boobs.”
Kevin took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She stepped out of the wolf suit. “You’re sweaty. Go take a shower.”
“Hey, I’m not a dog anymore.”
He put his hand on her bum and gave her a push. “I’m still a trainer, though.”
“Can’t we shower together?”
“When you’re done, I’ll join you. I left the skinsuit of me in the bathroom. Or do you need more belly rubs to get back in the mood?”
Jess shook her head, the fire re-entering her eyes. “I don’t think so. I should have known you wouldn’t be giving up your authority so easily. Of course, the moment you stop being me, I’m going to get you back so much for leaving me like that.”
“I’m looking forward to that. While you’re showering and getting changed I’ll be getting ready in my own way.” He grinned and opened Jess’s drawer of vibrators. She didn’t often need them, but her appetite was voracious and if they were apart for more than a couple of days, it helped to tide her over until he could get back. It didn’t bother Kevin in the least. He knew she preferred a night with him than one with electronics and it wasn’t like he didn’t keep a picture of her in his luggage wherever he went. That was all he needed.
“Oh, no.” Jess said hungrily. “Allow me.” She shoved Kevin onto the bed and pushed up his skirt. “Hey, those are mine!” She said, seeing the lacy lingerie he had underneath.
Kevin shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t help myself. You know how much I love seeing you in them.”
“And you were able to take your eyes off long enough to put on that dress?” She asked. “Pfft. Proof if I ever needed it that I’m the better me.” She tugged the panties down his legs and stood up. With a gratuitous amount of wiggling, she put them on and leapt back onto the bed. “I can see in your eyes that you like it better on the real me.”
“Even on top of that sweaty body stocking.” He agreed.
Jess knelt on the end of the bed. “Now, since I’m still the submissive one, I’m going to get you ready without needing all that stuff. Plus I won oral from you a couple of weeks ago and I guess since I’m going to be you, that means you get it.” Kevin almost whimpered as she put her head between his legs and started licking.
“So much for waiting on revenge.” He gasped.
“I prefer my vengeance to be like my men. Hot!” She said with an extra long lap. She moved up and took one of his feminine nipple in her mouth. “That was for the belly rubs and this is for when they moved up to my chest.” She said. The sensations from the skinsuit overwhelmed Kevin, his body shaking under Jess’s expert foreplay. She finally inched up so her mouth was on his. “Now, it’s time for you to experience something else that I do.” She whispered.
Kevin mewed with pent up desire.
Jess got to her feet. “Time for that shower. I’ll finish when I’ve got something to put in you.”
“What?” Kevin cried.
“Even as a skinsuit, I know my body so well. I bet you’re just the tiniest touch away from a spectacular climax.”
“That doesn’t even make sense. I may look like you and have some stupendous tactile interface going on, but I don’t react the way you do.
“Maybe it’s doing more than you thought.” Jess said, making no move to rejoin him despite the pleading expression that belied his calm discussion. If there was one thing they’d both learned from being together, it was how to carry on a conversation no matter what they were doing together.
“So you’re just going to walk away and leave me like this?”
“Hey, now you know how I feel.”
“No fair, you never wait.”
Jess looked at where she knew his penis was straining and twitching inside the artificial female swell ready to burst out with his need. She smiled slowly. “Oh, but I do. I’m just too supportive to let you know.”
“Liar.”
Jess giggled. “OK, maybe I don’t wait very often. But I think I’ve got you about where I am on a daily basis when we’re preparing to go at it.” She put her hand out in equivocation. “Eh, I’m not usually that amorous. Not at first.” Her hands strayed to chest and crotch. “It’s exactly how I felt most of tonight, though. Being your pet, letting you have control for a change, and then the belly rubs. I never thought you’d actually leave me like that. So yeah, you get to have a taste of how I felt in that tiny moment I wasn’t sure I’d be able to recover long enough to get away. You’re just lucky that under all that sexy girl skin is a sexy man. You can’t multiple orgasms and still want more or I’d have taken you even further.”
Kevin lay back and closed his eyes. “I’m the one in charge. I could finish on my own.”
“Yeah, but you know that I’d do it better.” Jess closed the door.
Later that night, Melissa looked up for the fifth time from his position beneath Melissa. “My god are they loud.”
Melissa breathlessly replied, “Yeah, hon, but you know how they are. Now switch it around and remember that they haven’t used to it like we’ve gotten. I mean, not really used to it so much as it isn’t completely new to us. I’m still getting used to having effectively a double dildo in me for long periods of time and having to focus on it rather than play with my boobs.”
“We weren’t that bad.”
“True, but this is Jess we’re talking about. You know she has no volume control.”
“Uh, babe, I’m pretty sure that’s Charles.”
“Apparently neither does he when he’s got a vagina.” She replied flatly. “By the way, I love me as a redhead. I’m borrowing that wig.”
“I think we ought to do something.”
“All right, all right.” Melissa inflated her lungs and shouted at the top of her voice. “To infinity and beyond!”