Halloween Costume Mishap
If Michael had to be honest, he was a little bit nervous as he stared at himself in the mirror, taking in his features, before giving a costume that had been lying on his bed a look, wondering how he would ever be able to pull it off. The costume shop in question that had sold it to him had promised that it would look realistic, and that no matter what there was no way that he wouldn't look good in it, but he still couldn't help being worried about it.
What didn't help was that he had received a warning about this costume specifically, but, while focusing on the fact that it was a dragon, he hadn't really paid the cashier any mind, telling her that he didn't mind any warnings that there might have been, that he wanted the costume. He even ignored the fact that the dragon costume had a slender yet curvaceous form, not paying any mind to the fact that it seemed more effeminate than he could have hoped.
Michael had also been goaded into purchasing the costume when he had heard that several people, who were planning on going to the Halloween party that he had been planning on going to, had also come in and bought several costumes from this place as well. But now, as he looked down at the costume, he wondered if he even had the balls to wear this and go to the party, and as he turned to face the mirror again, he knew that whether or not he would look good, he wanted to shake loose and have fun. He shook his head, realizing that he was being stupid, and he smiled, turning to the costume, taking the material into his hands and looked down at it, rubbing it between his fingers and admiring how it felt.
It was scaly and smooth, and despite being a costume, it felt strangely warm, which he found a little bit weird, but he ignored it as he began to strip, tossing his clothes aside, and he began to work into the costume. It was a little tight, and it was a full on fur-suit, covering every square inch of his body, including the mask that was set aside as the male struggled into the costume, eventually fully zipping up, grunting in victory. Then he looked down at the mask, lifting it up, studying it briefly before pulling it on, the entirety covering his entire head, and he turned to the mirror, studying himself a bit, and he realized what the warning must have been.
Sure, the costume didn't have breasts, but Michael would have been blind to not notice that he was dressed up as a female dragon, and he was amazed at how realistic that it all looked as well, surprised that everything seemed to move like it was a part of him. He was impressed, and he moved his hands down his sides, shivering slightly, caught off guard by how much he seemed to be able to feel the touch, and he cleared his throat, feeling himself blush underneath his mask.
His doorbell rang, causing him to jump, and he moved to pick up a jacket, wrapping it around his shoulders, and he left his bedroom, moving down the stairs and to the front door, pulling it open to see who was there. He froze, his mind struggling to process the fact that the two people who stood before him was someone in a realistic anthropomorphic horse costume, and the person behind him was someone in an anthropomorphic rat costume.
"Um... hi," Michael asked, tilting his head a bit, and he could tell by the way that the two were looking at him that they hadn't been expecting him either, and after a few minutes of awkwardness, the horse cleared his throat.
"Michael, it's us, Jordan and Puck," he said, and it was then that he recognized the eyes under the two masks that the others were wearing, and he shook his head in annoyance that he hadn't realized that yet. "Geez, I almost didn't recognize you two," he said, looking up at the other, and when he had to think on it, he couldn't help but notice that Jordan was a lot taller than normal, and he looked down at his feet, tilting his head.
"Are there stilts in that thing, and if so, how long did it take you to get used to them," he asked as Puck pushed into the house, his rats tail long, fleshy, and extremely realistic, and was it moving, or was he just seeing things. "I see you went with a dragon costume, and a female one at that," the horse said, and the other noticed that the others tail was swishing a little bit, making his brow furrow a little bit. "Hey Jordan, he hasn't realized what he's gotten himself into," the horse said, and that was when Michael noticed that his mouth was moving, and that was when he began to notice the entirety of the situation.
Jordan, who was normally shorter than him, truly was taller, more muscular and built, and had actual ears, a tail, and there was a sheath and a hefty pair of balls between the horses legs, causing him to stumble backwards. He turned, facing Puck, who's rat tail had been curling around his leg, his toes curling, and now that he had removed his own jacket, a pair of breasts were obvious, despite the sheath and balls between his own furry legs.
"Wait, what the hell is going on," Michael asked, backing away from the rat, watching them stand and move towards him, and he backed right up into the horse, clearing his throat, blushing as he felt his the horses muscles. And he felt a pair of big, strong hands grab his upper arms in place, and he began to struggle a little bit, whimpering a bit in fear as the rat approached and pressed up against him, their hands pressing against his chest. "You didn't realize that we picked these costumes at the same shop that did, or the fact that these fur-suits make you the real deal," Jordan said, his strong hands moving down his sides slowly.
"Yeah, and it turns out that it isn't just going to turn you into anthropomorphic animal, but it will make you an anatomically correct animal, capable of reproduction and sex," Puck said, leaning in and running their tongue over his neck. "No wait, I don't want this," he said, but it was almost like the suit was increasing his sensitivity to touch, causing him to shiver again, unable to repress the light whimper that had actually managed to escape his throat.
Michael couldn't fight back due to being restrained, and he tried to pull back as one of the horses hands moved up to his mask, those thick, strong fingers teasing the lips of the mask, leaving the male underneath wondering what he was going for. The rat was running their tongue over his neck, causing a slight pleasure that was only continuing to grow, their hands exploring his body and not at all being shy.
And that was when he felt the first change, the touches from the horse becoming stronger, all to real, and when the rat bit his shoulder, he squealed, his mouth opening and the fingers plunging in, cutting off his sound. He was shocked, his face a complete muzzle now, the fingers in his mouth, and he couldn't help himself, the pleasure caused him to wrap his lips around them, sucking gently, shocked that he was allowing himself to do this.