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I held the suitcase tightly in one hand as I reached for the door. It might have only been a pile of fur and foam, but it was damn heavy regardless. Taking a deep breath I knocked. The cheap wooden door reverberated the hollow thud through the house's frame. That was the problem with the houses build in the 70's in this town; everything was done on a tight budget with cheap but quickly produced materials. I waited as the shuffle of socks on carpet grew closer. My heart was in my chest as I heard a click. "C'mon in!" came the chirpy voice of Carly from inside. I breathed a sigh of relief; if Carly was the dominant aspect right now, then she's had a good day.

As she opened the door, Carly stepped back, shielding her eyes from the brightness of the outside world. I could've sworn she made a comical hiss while backing up, but once inside I flicked the door closed behind me and again we were bathed in darkness. Well, darker than outside-ness. It only took a few seconds for my eyes to begin to adjust. The livingroom was a little messy, but not dirty. The character sheets from our friend groups weekly games nights were still scattered across the coffee table, interspersed with dice and various resealed snack bags. The curtains drawn and computer in the corner playing some sort of metal at low volume. The thought of quiet metal being heretical flashed through my mind, before movement out of my peripheral vision brought me back to the houses tenant.

Carly was bouncing with excitement. "Is that it?" She pointed to the suitcase and I nodded. "Eeeee..." She was grinning madly. With my eyes adjusting, I could see her better. Mousey brown hair shimmering from a recent shower, her glasses reflecting the computer monitor behind me - the flaming album art of whatever was playing - and an elated smile beamed at me. Carly had a fantastic figure, not that most would know under her N7 hoodie and love of sweat pants. But it was a hot day, so she had stripped down to a pair of short shorts and a v-neck singlet, putting her voluptuous figure on display.

Now, I try not to view my friends - especially the married ones - with such a shallow lens. But with her choice of clothing, I couldn't help but let my eyes make a pass over her figure. As I reached out to hand her the suitcase, she bent forward, eagerly snatching it away. Her ample bosom swayed with the quick movements, revealing her choice to go bra-less that afternoon. Her tummy had just enough fat that her abs weren't visible, but you could tell she was in shape by the way she held herself. Her hips were wide and her assets well curved from the duality of sitting long hours playing games paired with the intense exercise that helped keep some of her more aggressive aspects in check.

"Oh!" I said, getting my mind back out of the gutter. "I had some fur left over, so I made Ellie this." I held out a small plush tiger-like creature. It had sky-blue fur covered in dark purple stripes, with the same colour of purple on its heart-shaped chest as well as its paws and tail tip. What made it not quite a tiger was the four squid-like tentacles sprouting from it's back, the plush having had thin metal wires grafted inside layers of padding to allow the tentacles to be poseable.

Carly looked it over before placing the suitcase on the ground, taking the plush gently from me. She looked it over, her lips quivering as she was overridden with emotion. "Dez, I... I don't know what to say..." She hugged the plush to her chest, closing her eyes and rocking side to side. She seemed to snap out of it like I had only moments before, leaping forward to hug me. "Thank you!"

I had to focus with all my willpower not to notice the subtle hardness of her nipples press into my chest with the emotional embrace. On one side of my head was a mess of hair, and the other the tightly held plush's rear. I chuckled "No probs, groovy lady." I hugged back, trying to match the tightness of her grip, but I backed off before I seemed desperate. Not that she seemed to notice.

Pulling back a bit, Carly looked at me and smiled. "No, really. You didn't need to do this."

"Well, You complain about having to drive to the doctor alone all the time, so figured having someone for company might-"

"No." She interrupted, before correcting herself. "Well, I mean yes, thank you for that. But the suit as well?"

"I wanted to make your first con a big event. And trust me, being able to wander around in one of those completely anonymous is so unbelievably freeing." I was speaking from first hand experience, and she knew it. With all the stories I had relayed to her of my time in the furry culture, she knew how much I praised being able to wander around in public in a fursuit; no identity other than the one I created. "And I really did just have some extra fur lying around. No big deal."

"Thank you." She gave me another, smaller hug. "Now, should I get this on so you can have your case back?"

"Your case." I said, grinning. Carly looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Look, you're gonna have to move it around somehow, might as well be decently protected. She lifted the suitcase again and tested the weight. Anticipating Carly's question, I noted "Decent suitcase, reinforced with a bit of hard foam on the inside, with separate compartments shaped for the head, paws and feet, with the rest of the suit folded down the bottom."

"You, stay right there." Carly said, staring at the case. "I will be right back." And with that she hobbled into her room and closed the door. I took a seat on the couch and waited. The way her livingroom was organised, while seated her bedroom door was behind me and the cluttered coffee table in front. I pulled out my phone and began tapping away at it. I brought my suit as well, but decided to leave it in the car given how hot the day was. I had figured if Carly was too nervous to be seen with the suit on, she may feel more comfortable with me in one as well.

For several minutes I could hear a varying assortment of 'oohs' and 'aahs', with the occasional 'umm' thrown in for good measure. But eventually it all stopped. I figured the sounds of excitement might be muffled by the large foam and fur muzzle. But as ten minutes ticked to twenty, I became concerned. "Carly, you 'right?"

There was a flurry of movement, and I was about to get up to see if she was okay when a particularly throaty "Yes. Quite." growled from within. I thought perhaps she was adopting her recently devised fursona, and breathed a sigh of relief, letting her come out at her own pace. Carly had become enamoured with the Displacer beasts in our campaign and my joking about her becoming a furry turned into her using that creature as the beginning of her fursona. Throw in a few identifying marks and voila. The only thing is that she had not figured out a name yet, otherwise I'd have engraved it on the metal plaque stitched into the suitcases lid.

Returning to tapping away on my phone, I didn't hear the door behind me creak open. Before I knew it my vision was being impeded by fluffy purple paws. "Guess who?" came the purred query from behind me.

Her voice was a little off, and there were a few alarm bells ringing, but I was putting that down to being startled; not that I would have admitted it. Swallowing my initial shock, I answered with my own question. "So what do you think, Carly?" The paws were removed as she strode around the couch.

My heart dropped into my stomach. Before me was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. The sky-blue and purple anthro displacer beast stood arms akimbo only a foot away, my eyes level with her belly as the skin-tight fur hugged her form, accentuating it even with the way it stayed close in the dips and fluffed out at the curves. Even her bust was made larger, the form measured from Carly in a bra holding her bosom in such a way that it moved so naturally as she swayed from side to side.

Flitting back and forth behind her with the motion of her hips were the bluish tail tipped with a fluffy pompom of thick purple fur, and four velvety purple tentacles. All of them falling just short of her ankles. But the subtle blue glow of the glow-in-the-dark painted eyes brought my attention to the mask. That took me maybe the longest of all the parts; molding the foam and sewing the intricate patterns by hand, while allowing eye-holes covered in black nylon at the inner corner of the large eyes. Two fluffy purple ears protruded from either side as the pleather nose glinted from the glow of the computer monitor.

"Desmond. Tsk tsk." She waggled a finger at me in that rumbling voice. Again it felt off, but I was far too distracted by the suit to notice. I had worked particularly hard engineering that jaw to move with hers, and was super proud of the result, as the muzzle I only barely shaped with foam, so opening the mouth brings the cheeks in slightly, while puffing them out a little as air escapes while closing. And in the darkness, it looked positively majestic. "Carly's gone inside."

The alarm was in full force now. I had realised what was going on. Whenever Carly spoke about being the one in control - as opposed to the other personalities, or 'aspects' - she would say the others had 'gone inside' or were 'hiding'. What I was looking at was not Carly in a suit, but someone else. She must have noticed my realisation because she chuckled. "No, you've not met me before. But I've been peeking out at you over the last month. And You have me... intrigued..."

The way she growled that last word sent shivers down my spine. Carly had over a dozen aspects that can take control and while some of them started off well enough, there were a couple where their arrival happened between Carly's husband John leaving for work and me arriving early to gaming. Those tended to not know where they were, or what was going on. One of them even tried to stab me out of panic. The shift in Carly's tone and overall demeanour was the easiest way to tell the difference, and all those little warning lights were flashing brightly.

"Désirée." She hummed, running her hands up and down her sides, playfully. Sexually. I just stared at her, the name running through my head over and over as I lost myself in her movements. Then I raised a suspect eyebrow, something she seemed ready for. "Yes, the choice is rather interesting isn't it. It only came to me once the zipper was done up and I could take control." She stepped forward, crouching down in front of me to place her own hands on my thighs, squeezing gently. All hope of keeping my arousal under control was out the window.

"You see," She half whispered, half moaned, forcing me to lean a little closer to hear. "I realised I wouldn't be here, without you. You brought me into this world. Almost like a father." She squeezed her paws again, I didn't have to see her face to know her purring hum was passing through smiling lips. "Almost." I coughed a little, unsure of where this was going. Carly was never this flirtatious, and I was wondering how far Désirée would take it. "As for the rest of the meaning, It is rather fitting..." She leaned in as well, her muzzle grazing my cheek. "I've wanted this body as much as you, no?"

I'd have had a spit take if I were drinking at the time but instead I merely stumbled through my words. "I... You know that's not... I was only, I mean when you..." It must have been plastered all over my face. Ever since we met I knew I was attracted to her. Her body was only half of it. We clicked on a mental level too. I stayed well away though, her husband was a great guy and was doing amazingly well helping her through the tough times I'd only just barely scratched the surface of. And while I had no idea what she thought about me, I knew Carly loved her husband as well. And I wasn't about to do anything to mess that up just because she was a good friend with a great body and amazing mind.

But Carly - or rather, Désirée - seemed intent on shaking things up a bit. "When I suggested a curvaceous feline form, you jumped at the idea." I shrugged a little, accepting my encouragement as being there to help her feel accepted; that no idea was a bad one even though Displacer fursonas were few and far between. Possibly due to the risk of IP infringement, but I didn't want to point that out at the time. "And it was you who suggested the big heart." She traced the outline of the busty shape inches from my waist, using her paws palms to squeeze her bust together seductively.

"O-Okay." I conceded. "Sure. But you did ask, about belly fur and what you could have that's a little different." I could feel the redness in my cheeks. I knew at the time I suggested the heart because I thought it would look sexy. And I figured Carly would just punch my arm and ask for something else, but she had said yes, so what was I supposed to do, suggest something else? "Carly okayed the design. You could have chosen something different-"

"No, this is exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I wished for. She just didn't realise how much I was influencing her." My heart beat faster. While most aspects referred to themselves as being separate entities, there were only a few that mentioned influencing others. And those were the dangerous ones, generally taking months to calm down and be reasonable.

I gulped. This would be a long strange ride. "So, you like it then?" I couldn't think of anything better to say, and I knew going down the path of blame would only lead to madness.

Désirée moaned as she fell back onto her heels before standing. "Are you kidding? You're a fucking artist!" She ran fingers up along her legs and arms, feeling the sensation of fur on skin, with only minimal padding around the legs to give the digitigrade look and a little more on the shoulders to emphasise the feline look. She then took a tentacle in each hand and swung them around like a cabaret dancer with a cane. "It's everything I could hope for." I had begun to relax a bit, knowing she liked it. "Well, almost."

Good feelings gone. "A-Almost?" I stammered, leaning a little forward in the chair. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, it's just that I haven't given it a proper test yet." I should have known Désirée would have some sort of hidden checklist. Carly was always thorough when it came to giving things a go.

"So what did you have in mind? Walk around the block? Go up and down some steps?" I knew from experience what I needed to test with my previous suits, and range of movement was a big thing, alongside it being comfortable in all the right places to go a long time in the suit if I wanted.

The anthro feline sauntered over to me and before I could stop her, had knelt down on the couch with one knee on either side of my hips. "Not exactly what I had in mind." She said, placing her paws on my chest and pressing back hard, forcing me into the soft confines of the couch.

"Carly- Désirée! We shouldn't-"

"Shouldn't we?"

"One hundred percent not. You're married." A hundred and one reasons for me not to proceed were trying to keep control over my increasingly wild libido. It had been years since my last sexual encounter, and this was already borderline too much for me to handle. The only thing holding me back was the thought of John catching us and losing his shit.

"Carly is the one that got married." She moaned disapprovingly as she discovered my hardon with her pelvis. Moaning approval she placed a paw on either shoulder and began to grind against it. "Désirée is a free feline."

It must have been a ruse. A test to see if I would buckle under pressure. Having the suit just got rid of more of her inhibitions, so she's just more forward. I decided to call her bluff. Some of Carlys aspects communicated in harmless flirting. So I decided perhaps Désirée required the same attention. I placed a hand on either thigh, my touch met with a quick gasp of air as her rubbing paws froze on my shoulders. "So I take it that's why-"

"S-stroke me..." Désirée interrupted. I could hear her breath inside the suit's muzzle despite her looking to the ceiling. "Please..." I couldn't resist. As my cock throbbed against the pressure of her body against mine, I slid my hands up and down her thighs, petting her in the direction the fur sat. Each time I let go she whimpered, only to moan once I placed them back down again. Now I knew how intense the sensation of touch through the fur could be, but I usually wore the 'under armour' that wicked away sweat. So usually the fur-on-skin contact was just in the paws and neck. But was Carly in there naked? I had to know.

Lifting my hands off her blue and purple striped thighs, I placed them down just under her ribcage and with a firmer touch, began to stroke down towards her knee. My heart skipped a beat when I had gotten halfway down the thigh without feeling the telltale waistband of the thermal controlling pants. "Are... are you?"

Désirée must have known what I was investigating, and had an answer ready. "Yes, but if you stop doing that I'll maul you!" The growl was so intense my hands flew on autopilot back to her waist, tracing their previous path as her paws slid down my chest. She reached the bottom of my shirt and slid the large furry digits underneath, making me short of breath as I felt her stroke my bare skin with them. "Take it off." She whispered in my ear.

"I don't-" I immediately regretted protesting, as lightning quick Désirées hand shot down and grabbed my straining cock in a vice-like grip.

"Shirt. Off. Now." John was going to kill me. I quickly removed the offensive article of clothing and was immediately beset by a pair of purple paws, their fur pressed and brushed against my skin with alternating levels of pressure. My eyes betrayed the lust building within me, as they rolled back in intense pleasure. "Mmmmm... Yes... Looks like you're enjoying this as much as me." She pressed hard against my erection before pulling back. A cool breeze of air sent a jolt of realisation through my body; Désirée was so wet she had soaked through the fursuit and into my shorts.

"Désirée," I said, heart in my throat as I chose my words carefully. "How far do you intend on taking this?"

She leaned in, and I listened closely, expecting to hear a whisper like before. Instead I heard something different. Something that cause that caused my blood to freeze; the slow cautious buzz of a zipper being undone. As Désirée sat back onto my knees my eyes slowly traced down her buxom purple heart to the paw below it, the paw with the easy-access zipper cord wrapped around it's index finger. The world had gone silent for me to hear that zip, and once it stopped where I had designed it to - just above her mound - I became acutely aware of my racing heartbeat.

Then she slid forward. Carly's naked pussy was pressed against the already soaked material of my shorts, and I could feel the heat radiate into me."J-John..." My brain had stopped using words good. But again, Désirée was ready with an answer.

She wrapped her paws around my back, the soft fluffiness of her breasts pressed against my chest as she rested the fursuits muzzle on my shoulder and whispered "John is out of state until tomorrow afternoon."

"Carly..." I pleaded.

"Désirée." was the response growled into my ear as she used her grip on my torso to grind hard against my member.

"Désirée." I moaned, barely able to contain my lust. "We can't do this. Not shouldn't. Can't." My body was in obvious competition with my words, as my breath shortened and I began humming needily. But I was not ready for what Désirée had in mind.

And with the speed she moved, I'm not sure I could have stopped her. With lightning speed she slid one hand down to the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down. My sizeable erection sprang free to slap against her bare pussy. Before I could push her back she had lined me up and impaled herself, hugging me tightly as my member wedged itself deep inside her.

"Gah!" We both cried, the intensity of our flirty foreplay raising the sensitivity of our nerves to new heights. I was about ready to burst, and I could feel Désirée shake and shudder as my hands found a new home atop her hips. I wasn't sure if I wanted to pull her in tighter or push her away. I knew what I should be doing, but I couldn't make my hands do it. Instead they just made small indecisive circles up and down her waist and thighs.

It was several minutes of us frozen in place, but it felt like an eternity. But as my explorative fingers slid around to the small of Désirées back, she tensed up. Her pussy walls clamped down around me as she let loose a guttural growl. I could feel the heat of her breath on my shoulder and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. As her climax subsided I managed to find the strength to push Désirée away.

As my cock popped free, both of us breathed deep, the shock of cool air on our genitals causing a snap back to reality. "I... We.." I stammered, trying to figure out the best way to use what sliver of willpower I had left to get out of the situation.

But Désirée would have none of it. "You... You didn't cum..." She moaned between breaths. "That won't do." She half slid, half fell off my legs onto the floor. My last-second concerned grab doing nothing but grope her breasts as she fell. She landed with a thud and an intense moan. "Fuck!" Désirée exclaimed, paws on head, making sure the large foam construction was on straight. But being eye level with my throbbing member gave her an idea.

Again, I was too slow to stop her as the tiger-like head shot forward, the muzzle open wide to reveal the latex and rubber teeth and tongue within. I took a few artistic liberties with it, but wanted the head to have all those bits looking semi-realistic whilst also leaving space to drink things through the mouth; hence the articulating jaw. But as the sculpted mouth hit my cock I realised what I had really designed it for.

With my member well lubricated from its recent Désirée impalement, the latex slid around it luxuriously. As the shiny pleather nose struck my waist I could feel a pair of lips wrap around my glans. I knew Carly wasn't in control. And I hope she knew that I had protested this, because as I felt Désirées tongue slide down my shaft I knew there was no turning back. I reached up behind her neck to where I knew there was no foam padding and massaged her further onto my cock.

Feeling my hands on her head Désirée moaned. Those vibrations sent me over the edge. My hands shook as I grunted. Taking my cock head plus a couple inches into her mouth and sucking hard, Désirée summoned forth the first shot of cum. I felt her jaw rotate and squeeze with the sensation of her swallowing, taking another jet of cum. But before I could fire a third, I felt increasing pressure against my perineum. Looking down all I could see was the incredibly sexy sight of my member buried within Désirées muzzle, the lidded eyes of her head seductively looking up at me.

But as much as I wasn't ready for my friend jumping me like that, I was even less prepared for what she said next. I could hear her smack her lips as her head pulled away from my crotch, revealing a well placed finger below my balls. "Mmmm, you taste delicious, Daddy." She laughed as my cock jumped, throbbing hard and unable to cum while her finger still pressed against my plumbing. "You like that? Me calling you... Daddy?" She leant forward again, and suckled at the overly sensitive glans, causing me to squirm. "You helped give birth to this suit, that makes you my daddy."

"Goddamn it..." I grumbled, my member responding to Désirées comment without my input. Why did she have to do that? We were past the point of no return, and as good as it had felt, the regret soon washed over me. That was wrong. That was bad. And I needed to go. I tried to stand, but Désirée put her paws on my thighs and kept me in the seat. "No, no we shouldn't and we did. We can't-"

"You said we can't, but we did. I proved you wrong. Now you have to stay." Some of Carly's aspects had an interesting and abstract view of logic. And normally I would be up for debating that, but right then I was in no mood. Désirée looked up at me from between my knees. I think she was trying puppy dog eyes without realising I couldn't see through the nylon-covered eye holes.

"No." I tried putting my foot down again. "You're married and-"

"CARLY is married!" the blue feline growled "Me? I just came! For the first time." Her paws slid up my thighs, grabbing the waistband I was trying to pull up. "And it was glorious!"

"If we go any further there's no going back. You know that right?" The words were out of my mouth before I realised I had said them. We both let them hang in the air. It felt like the rest of existence faded out. There was just Désirée, Me, and this couch. And I realised now, I wasn't trying to convince Désirée, I was trying to convince myself. "I don't want to regret spending time with you."

"You won't. As for the others, well... they don't know what's going on." Shit, the others. My biggest reason for ending it here and now. The others. All of Carly's aspects locked away in her head unable to see or hear everything going on now. Would Carly be pissed, or understanding? I know some of the others probably wouldn't talk to me ever again, and that's just from what's happened so far. I had gotten myself in deep. "Maybe if you.... Nevermind."

I grunted. Really? She was going to pull that ol' chestnut on me? But I had no other option. I had to respond. "What. What is it you want me to do." I mentally slapped myself. "No, I know what you want me to do, but what would I get out of it apart from the obvious?"

"I can try to convince Carly this was all part of the plan." The plan. Few aspects knew of 'The Plan' and fewer still understood it's extent. Recombining all the errant aspects, putting the jigsaw puzzle back together to form one, whole Carly. There were many things in the plan. Some of them incredibly violent, some seemingly mundane. But if Désirée could sway Carly the right way, at the very least her husband wouldn't find out and try to remove my head.

She was staring at me from beneath those large mesh eyes, I could feel it. "On one condition." My words caused her to squeeze my thighs extra tight in anticipation. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm gonna say this..." I grumbled, thinking of the best way to frame it. "Only Carly - the original Carly - gets to see what happened today. She chooses who else knows, and only her. You only mention this to HER, got it?"

Désirée leapt from the floor, dragging me shirtless from the couch. My shorts were still half down by the time we reached her bedroom, and fully off by the time she'd arranged for me to fall backwards onto the bed. "Let's Christen this suit properly!" She all but shouted as she jumped up, straddling my still hard cock. Her prevention of my cum escaping earlier seemed to have relayed to my brain to keep trying. Something I had worked on before when curious about tantric sex, but never managed to have someone else pull off without me trying.

"Well if you want to Chr-" One of her paws shot over my mouth, clamping it down as she used the other to line my member up with her still wet entrance. Aside from being significantly more sexually active than her counterparts, Désirée was also far more assertive. I knew she was in control, and damn did that make everything that much more hot.

"Don't ruin..." She wiggled her hips trying to get the right angle, and found it. "...the moment." Sliding down my staff our hips met with a shudder. The fur against my skin was sublime. It was fluffy and warm, and slightly ticklish against my already sensitive thighs. She placed her paws on my chest and began rubbing all the way over my shoulders and down to my waist. "Is this what you wanted?" Désirée asked, her voice growling with need.

"More than I could have ever asked for." I said, unable to come up with anything better. She began grinding back and forth at those words, massaging my cock deeper into her waiting pussy with each movement. "Is this everything you imagined?"

Désirée paused, leaning down to whisper in my ear "There's only one thing missing." She clenched her internal muscles as some sort of perverted hint. I knew what she wanted and the way she was acting, it wouldn't take long for her to get. A throaty moan escaped Désirées muzzle as I slid my hands over her hips and dug my fingers into the fur. "Fuck yeah!"

"You like it when I do this, don't you?" It was my turn to tease. I raked my fingers through the hairs and down towards her knees. Désirée shivered and writhed atop me, my touch having an obviously intense effect on her body. "Mmmmm, kitty likes this." I began grooming her like I would my cat at home after she had wandered through the long-grass, fingers swirling through her fur to search for errant seeds to pluck out.

Désirée didn't care what I was doing, as long as I kept doing it. So my hands - explorative as they were - made the ultimate in risky treks. With a determined breath I slid them upwards, against the flow of fur towards her sides, then inwards. Before too long I was cupping her bountiful bosom and the displacer beast was putty in my hands. Placing my thumbs where I imagined her nipples would be, I pressed in and made tiny circles.

This was too much for the woman, as I felt her clench up, doubling over towards me as her legs began to spasm. If it had been any higher in pitch I'd have called it a scream, but as it was Désirée uttered a low, guttural moan of "Dehhhzzz...." The part of me that was still horrified by the breach of trust was now entirely drowned out by the part of me that was proud to have brought Désirée such a powerful orgasm. I continued to play with her breasts, each pass of my thumbs over her sensitive nipples seemingly timed with the squeezing of my cock.

I could tell Désirée was close to being out of commission, she had admitted drunkenly to me one night that she was the sort to have multiple orgasms and on very few occasions 'black out' during sex if it overwhelmed her. Given other blackouts tended to nowadays bring about other aspects, I decided to give the woman a break, rolling her over onto the bed next to me to rest a while.

But she had other plans. With slurred speech and a strong hand, she pulled me atop her. "Yoo beddah f'nish wah yoo stard...d..." But that seemed to be where her strength ran out, her paws sliding down my arms to my waist as my cock sat atop her fuzzy belly.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't dreamt of this moment. Positioned over a woman in a fursuit, ready to go to town on that wondrous set of moist lips amidst a sea of soft, pillowy fuzz. Raking my hands down her shoulders and breasts, I used the pressure against her body to better align myself with her pussy, my cock head throbbing at its entrance as my hands finished their journey at Désirées waist. "Ready for Daddy's cock?"

Désirée shuddered again, my words clearly finding their mark as she whimpered back "Make your little girl moan!" I needed no further encouragement. Grabbing her furry hips I pressed forward, my reddened turgid rod disappearing into the sea of blue fur until our hips met again. But unlike before I didn't remain still. I withdrew to the tip before thrusting back in again; faster and more needy with each stroke. "Fuck!" Désirée managed between breaths as my pace increased.

I slid first one hand, then the other to her bouncing breasts, manhandling them with a firmer grip this time around as her own hands - barely able to move from the bed beside her - made their way to my hips. Feeling the soft rubbery pads mixed with the plush fur gently knead my waist was a feeling unlike any other, and within moments I was slamming into Désirée with the fullest force my pelvis could muster.

"My Désirée..." My tongue was on autopilot. She wasn't mine, and I knew it. But then again, right there, in that moment, she was. And she knew it.

"Daddy..." Désirée moaned. I could have sworn in that moment - and I know the emotion of it all must have clouded my mind and distorted my vision - it felt like Désirée was no suit, but the anthropomorphic being Carly and I had sketched over the course of one drunken night. Every movement, every reaction to my touch, and the way her muzzle moved when she called out to me, it felt all to real. So I kissed her.

The let down of pressing my lips against the rubber teeth of her mask was relieved when I heard her softly moan "Closer." Pushing my face further into the maw I found the lips I sought, our mouths pressing into each others with a passion I'd not felt in many years. I slammed my hips against hers, pressing my cock as deep as I could given the angle and put all of my lust into my lips and tongue.

It felt like I was melting into the most comfortable pillow in the world. Her fur felt heavenly against my naked flesh, and although it existed as a barrier between our bodies, I could still feel Désirées breathing and even her heartbeat through it. The sensations were beginning to get the best of me and I could feel my body growing tense. She could feel it too. Pushing me away with one last playful bite of my lower lip, Désirée moaned "Cum for me daddy." while squeezing my arse cheeks.

I knew Carly was on the pill, but the last shred of morality within me decided it best to pull out. However I got most of the way out before Désirée figured out what I was planning. "Not on me." She wrapped her legs around my waist, the padded fur around her heels pressing hard into my lower back. "IN me..." And she squeezed hard, pulling me back into her with what strength she had left. I resisted with another attempt at a withdrawal but I was too close. As she pulled me back in I lost it.

"Dés-i-rée..." I moaned, my breathing pattern shot to hell as I felt the familiar sensation of cum pulsing through me. My hands darted from the blue and purple felines breasts to her shoulders as I pulled her down the bed to meet my erupting erection. "FUCK!" I fired the first load deep inside my friends needy pussy, coating the walls with my seed as her body slipped into another orgasm.

Our bodies spasmed in rapturous pleasure, joined at the waist we sailed through our climax together. We moaned each others names, praised gods, and swore our flushed red faces off. With each jet of molten cum within Désirée, she shuddered contentedly. "More..." SHe would moan after each one, and my body would comply, loosing ever more pent up seed within her. It seemed with each spurt my body wished to cease, but her begging pulled more of the life-giving fluid from me.

But as all good things do, our climaxes drew to an end. My body spent I slumped against Désirée, rolling off to lie beside her as we took time to catch our breaths. Her paw found its way to my hand and she grabbed it. Her grip was firm but gentle in the way a friend would assure you that everything would be okay. "Thank you." She muttered, and again I could tell it was spoken through smiling lips.

"That's what I'm here for." My usual catchphrase used when helping people out seemed suddenly out of place in this situation, but I was too exhausted to remedy it.

Désirée squeezed my hand tightly "Dez, I- I have one last favour to ask."

"Anything."

"I am about to fall asleep. Get me out of this so the others don't... don't wake up *yaaaawn* wake up in it." And with that, a quiet snore hummed out from the blue and purple tigers head.

I chuckled quietly. "Sure thing."

It was several minutes before I could sit up straight, let alone walk. And it was another ten before I had packed the suit away. I gave the pubic area a bit of a wipe down, and gave it a bit of a spray of fur-friendly disinfectant before hanging it up to dry. A half hour later I had the whole thing back in the suitcase, folded neatly in each section. Looking back into Carlys bedroom I saw my friend snoring contently beneath her sheets. I breathed an apprehensive sigh; I'd have to wait to see how Carly handled the whole thing, maybe give her a call before gaming that weekend to see if anything needed to be gotten off chests.

But what began to take up the thoughts in my mind upon locking and shutting her front door was how things would go at the Furry convention later that month. We had adjoining rooms booked - me boarding alongside another furry friend and her with her husband - and I couldn't help but begin to imagine the mischief we could get up to over those four days. "I've created a monster..." I muttered to myself with a grin before getting into my car. On the back seat my polar bear suit stared back at me. "You'd like her." I laughed as I threw the car in gear and pulled away.