Costume Change
This story was written for the Halloween writing contest of October 2011 on SoFurry.com.
It was inspired by something I came up with while roleplaying with Gear, which is why one of the characters bears a striking resemblance to an alternate universe version of him. It is not Gear himself in this work, merely a similarly colored wolf of the same name. Thanks for letting me use your name, buddy.
All other characters, locations, and events in this story are fictional creations of Reserved Rodent. Any similarity to actual people, living or dead, is completely unintentional (and kind of strange.) Resemblance to other fictitious characters is also coincidental. Any events or locations within, that have similarities to other events or locations should be considered to be the result of a freaky quantum accident and the writer forgiven and pitied as being a victim of literary physics.
Last, but not least, this story contains descriptions of sexual interactions between consenting, adult males. If this is something you are not old enough to legally view in your society, please obey the law and turn away. If this kind of subject matter will offend you, I know you can find something else that will not, so keep browsing. (Unless you want to be offended, then, read on, I suppose, just don't complain if you get what you're looking for.)
_ Costume Change_
by Reserved Rodent
"It feels weird."
At this comment, the four foot tall monitor lizard shopkeeper looked up her customer. The dark gray rat had a paw on the muzzle of the wolf mask he wore, wiggling it gently.
"Sstop figitting," the elderly reptile hissed, gently pulling the rodent's arms down by his elbows. "Let it ssettle."
"Sorry," Richard said, relaxing his arms and looking at how the mask appeared on him in the small costume shop's mirror. "I've always felt uncomfortable having anything pushing my whiskers against my fur. Makes me feel a little claustrophobic."
"That iss natural. Maybe you be better with different cosstume. One without covering handssome face."
"No," the six foot tall male said, flicking his ears. "Is there something we can do to make my tail have bushy fur? I have to look as much like a wolf as possible."
Rubbing her scaled chin lightly with a clawed finger, the monitor lizard started shaking her head. "No. Not good. Too long for wolf, even covered in fur. Have to wear fake tail and hide yours in pant legs. Very uncomfortable."
The rat gave a nervous look around the small store to make sure he had not missed seeing someone else inside to witness his desperation.
When he had seen the place on his way to work this morning, Richard had been surprised the coffee shop that had closed down last week had been replaced so quickly. He had assumed the new business, Season of Change Costumes, was going to be a poorly stocked gap filler that would have a poor selection but hoped to get a quick buck off of desperate furs who had not gotten their costumes the day before Halloween. None of which prevented him from dropping by on his way home this evening.
Richard had scoured every other store in town over the past two weeks, searching for a believable wolf costume. He hadn't thought of the idea soon enough for there to be a good selection, so had met nothing but cheap plastic masks that were too cartoonish for what he had in mind or empty shelves.
When he entered this small but well stocked shop, his hopes had risen. The short but polite monitor lizard, after asking what he sought, had quickly returned with what appeared to be a very lifelike wolf costume in the making. The rat was not thrilled at the thought of how uncomfortable it would be wearing it, but his thoughts were on the prize he hoped he would win this Halloween.
Richard turned away from the mirror to look at the reptilian clerk. "I don't care about how uncomfortable it is, I just have to look like I'm a wolf this Halloween."
"No good, friend rat," the clerk stated. "My cosstumess are to make night fun for all. To get what you want with massk and fake tail and earss very uncomfortable. No fun."
"Please," the rat begged, "I have got to be a wolf tomorrow night. I have to look not like a rat who is dressed up for a costume party, I need to look like a wolf. Please help me. We're so close to getting everything looking real."
Cold reptilian eyes squinted at the rodent as silence fell over the shop for over a minute. The two just stood and stared at each other, the rat looking down hopefully at the older reptile, who eventually broke the silence in his store with a softly hissed question.
"Why do you sseek to hide the handssome fur you are? Why change from clever rat to pretend wolf when you can be sso much more?"
Drawing in a deep breath, the rat let out a sigh and looked around the empty aisles of the store again. Cowboy, knight, super hero, and scores of other consumes were available. None of them were right for this year's Halloween party, though.
"There is a friend of mine, a wolf, that I want to impress." Richard said, starting to pace back and forth before the short reptile. "For the first time since we met in college, we're both ... um... not in a relationship with someone else. I mean, we've been unattached for him a few months, me, well... longer. I want to... see if we can make a connection with each other but, well... this friend is a wolf and is only sexually attracted to other wolves so I figure... it's Halloween, the perfect time to dress up as someone else. If I look like a wolf at the party we go to tomorrow night, maybe we can... you know... make that connection and..."
The old monitor lizard reached out and grasped the rat's gray furred left forearm, bringing the rodent's pacing to a stop.
"I will not ssell you the cosstume partss it would take to dress as a wolf," the shopkeeper stated, holding up a finger to stop the beginnings of a protest from her customer. "I do have ssomething else that will work much better for your dessire. Ssomething sspecial."
***
When Shane showed up early at Richard's apartment the next night, the rat had just stepped out of the shower and was only wearing a towel.
"Whoa, Dicky, I'm not sure that's an appropriate costume for this party," the arctic wolf laughed, stepping in.
Richard grinned and looked his friend up and down, "Even if this were my costume, it's got to be better than yours."
Shane looked very sexy in his black tuxedo, but that was really all it was. It covered his well toned chest and stomach muscles a little more than the rat would prefer, and certainly didn't seem to fit in with the idea of a costume, though the black cloth contrasted very nicely with the wolf's pure white fur and ice blue eyes.
"Hey, this is a great costume," the wolf replied defensively.
"And you're supposed to be what?" Richard pressed, "A high school jock on prom night? Don't you need a corsage for that?"
Letting out a soft growl, Shane shook his head. "No, for your information, I am Agent Gear, super spy. I just decided that I didn't want to risk any misunderstanding with the cops by carrying a fake gun or there's be the telltale bulge of a shoulder holstered firearm it would take to complete this great outfit."
"Really?" Richard asked incredulously, "You really couldn't come up with something more creative than a spy without a licence to carry, little lone kill?"
"Hey, don't be jealous. I look fantastic in a tuxedo."
The rat had to nod at his friend's comment. "True, but still, this holiday is supposed to be all about dressing up as something incredibly different than what you really are. Other than having a handkerchief with some color in it both times versus the black one tonight, you look like you did for your brother's wedding."
"Well, Dicky, all I see you wearing is a towel. While certainly more risque, not exactly unique."
Shaking his head and turning to head back to his room, Richard grumbled, "You're here early, let me get some pants on and show you my perfect costume. Prepare to be amazed."
The white wolf followed his dark grey furred friend down the hallway. "How exactly are pants going to amaze me? Are they made of gold or do they have a song and dance routine?"
"The pants aren't what will amaze you," the rat said tossing his towel at Shane as the wolf followed him into his bedroom.
Shane batted the thrown cloth out of the air before it reached his head and gave a whistle, "It's a shame you're a dirty vermin, buddy. If you were a wolf, I'd say we skip the party and have some fun here tonight."
Turning to face his friend, the dark furred rat smiled. He had no embarrassment over being naked in front of his longtime buddy. While they had never done anything, they had seen each other naked while rooming together during college. One or both of them were always in a relationship someone else. Their friendship had been too strong and close to risk harming to even ask the other to cheat on the one they were with.
Their mutual respect for each other didn't keep the, from time to time, from making the occasional jokes like what the white furred wolf had just said.
Tonight, though, Richard paused and turned to smile at the wolf. "Do you mean it?" the rodent asked, reaching over and picking up the spiked, black leather collar resting on his bed.
Looking his friend's sleek, well toned body up and down, Shane nodded. "Yeah, buddy. I've always thought we looked good together, and seeing you tonight... Maybe it's just missing having someone, but damn I wish you were a wolf. You know I don't mean to be a prick about that, but... Well, you know..."
"Yeah, Shane, I know." the rat looked from his friend's icy blue eyes to the collar in his hands, turning it so the lights glinted off the silver spikes and buckle. "I was the one who helped you put your life back together after that jackass tiger left you - that night you figured out you just couldn't perform with someone who wasn't a canine."
Chuckling, Shane's ears twitched as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I remember. You probably stopped me from doing something that would have landed me in jail or worse back then. You've always been a good friend."
"You've had my back when I needed help as well, buddy. But please answer the question," Rick pressed, not moving to grab either his underwear or the worn pants sitting on his dresser. "If I were a wolf, would you really want to stay here and spend the night celebrating the change of seasons in a more carnal way than bobbing for apples at the company party?"
Turning his back to Richard, the arctic wolf shook his head, "Why are you asking that? I don't want to hurt your feelings, but yes. I love you. You're a damn good friend and if I didn't have my hang up or if you were a canine, I'd love to stay in and have a damn fine time fucking your brains out. But you're still a rodent and I'm still a damn freak, so why does it matter?"
"Because I think my costume tonight will change everything, love." Richard raised the spiked collar to his neck, fastening it as his white furred friend turned around.
"What do you mean? How can a -" Shane's voice froze as he watched Richard fur start to lengthen as soon as the collar was in place. The rat's flesh seemed to roll under his grey hide. The room seemed to get smaller while the collared male grew wider in the shoulders and another six inches taller than his normal six foot height.
Thick, fluffy fur sprouted out, covering the rodent's naked tail which seemed to be shrinking. A cracking sound heralded Richard's jaw and muzzle reshaping, the flat long incisors being replaced with sharp canines. His ears reshaped, gaining pointed tips and a very lupine appearance.
In under a minute, Shane's best friend had changed from rat to wolf. His fur was still the dark grey shade it had always been, though thicker now - a true lupine pelt. The arctic wolf looked into hazel eyes that held the love he had always seen in Richard's gaze and wondered how his friend had changed.
"Dicky? Richard? Is that -"
The dark furred wolf stepped up and placed a finger over the white furred muzzle of the stunned male.
"I am that person, yes. But tonight, I am a wolf. I am your lover. We can do everything Richard and Shane could not. Call me Shadowhyde, Agent Gear."
"How?" the white wolf asked as dark furred paws unfastened the buttons of his shirt and jacket.
"Does that really matter?" the larger wolf asked, sliding both jacket and shirt off white furred shoulders so he could gently nibble along where the left one met his friend's neck.
Letting out a moan, as paws rubbed through the fur of his back, Shane twisted his muzzle to the side, giving his best friend easier access to his neck. "Auuurrrmmmm... nnoooo... it... oh damn it soooo doesn't matter."
The metal belt buckle clinked as it was unfastened. A soft, zipping buzz then proceeded the hissing thump of slacks hitting the floor. The lighter furred wolf struggled to kick his shoes and pants off his feet while rubbing the back of his lover's head.
The wolves ground their groins together, their slick, pointed members emerging from their sheathes to add a splash of deep red to the grey and white fur. With gently nips and pressure, the darker lupine slowly backed the lighter furred one up against the wall next to his bed.
"Oh fuck, Rick," Shane panted, running a hand down his friend's back to rub his ass. "You even smell like a wolf. I want you so badly now."
A low growl came from the larger male as he grabbed the white furred paws of his friend and slowly pushed him down on the bed on his back. "You lost your chance to make love to Rick, Agent Gear. Tonight Shadowhyde will take you."
Pinning both hands above the smaller male's head with just one of his own, the dark grey wolf sat on the lighter male's chest. His large, dark furred balls sat at the top of the other male's sternum, giving the trapped wolf a good view of the thickening nine inch shaft as it slipped fully from it's sheath, unformed knot included.
"Um... hey, buddy," Shane said, licking his suddenly dry lips. "I was thinking I'd top you?" Chuckling the grey wolf shook his head, "Oh no, Agent Gear. The rat would have given anything to be with you, including handing over the role of dominant male. But you had no interest in him because he wasn't a wolf."
"But -" the pinned wolf interrupted, cut off when the larger male set his thick red cock on the tip of his nose.
"Now that your friend has given himself over to me, I think it is only fair that you," the larger wolf tapped his dick on the other male's nose, "do," a second tap of the slick tool against the white wolf's nose, "as well." One last tap ended with rubbing a little pre on the very tip of the nose.
Shane whined and wiggled, held firmly in place.
The grey wolf's bushy tail wagged happily, brushing over his friend's hard member where it lay fully extended on the white furred stomach.
A wet, red tongue slid out to lick the pulsing red shaft on the pinned male's nose.
"Okay," Shane moaned, "You've certainly earned the right to be alpha tonight."
"Then suck my fat, wolven cock, Agent Gear," the grey furred male commanded with a grin.
With a quick nod, the white wolf curled his tongue around the offered shaft and pulled it into his maw, careful not to scrape the warm flesh with his teeth. Both males moaned as lips and tongue grasped the sensitive member.
The dark furred wolf raised his nose to the ceiling, feeling the warmth and suction of his closest friend's muzzle work his thick nine inch shaft. His tail wagged rapidly as he groaned his pleasure, the thick fur soaking up the other wolf's leaking pre and spreading it across the well toned abs of the suckling wolf.
Quickly standing up on the bed, the larger wolf pulled his spit covered shaft from his partner's reach, growling. He turned around and knelt back down, his dick sliding back into the reaching muzzle of his partner, but the new position allowing him to lick the eight inches his tail had been rubbing to full erection.
His tongue slid over the hot, red meat from the pointed, leaking tip down to the bulging knot just outside the sheathe. He licked around the ring where the shaft emerged, then gently pulled one of Shane's balls into his maw to lick and suck at the hot, seed filled orb.
The lighter furred wolf moaned deep in his chest at the sensations his transformed friend was giving him. The added attention to his balls pushed him to take the shaft in his muzzle deeper. He grabbed the dark furred hips above him and pulled them down, swallowing hard to both defeat his gag reflex and help the pointed shaft slide into his throat. The sensation almost felt uncomfortable, but hearing the moan of the other wolf brought a new level of pride and pleasure to Shane, who quickly found a short, rolling rhythm of bobbing his head up and down to steal quick breaths while pulling Rick's thick shaft deeper into him than before.
With the tight throat sliding around, on and off and on his shaft, again and again, the top wolf was having trouble doing anything more than curling his tongue around the furry testicle in his maw. The sensation was incredible, even more so because someone he had assumed was out of reach for so long, his best friend since college was the drooling, hot maw deep throating his throbbing shaft.
With the taste of his partner's musk on his tongue and the scent of both their sweat and pre filling his brain with the air of sex, Rick again stood up on the bed.
Shane wined and reached out to stroke the wet cock that had just left his mouth. "I want... I want you... I want you in me," He panted, licking his lips and nose.
The larger wolf huffed and hopped off the bed, his bright red member slipping from the white wolf's paw and bouncing as he moved to the foot of the bed and crawled back on, lifting and spreading his partner's legs. "Yes... soon," he growled, leaning down and nosing under the smaller wolfs scrotum.
A yip escaped Shane when the tongue touched his tail hole, making the white furred wolf's ears grow warm and red with a blush. He then moaned at the sensations.
The wet tongue rubbed up and down the crack as dark furred paws spread his cheeks. The warm, slick touch circled his hole , caressing it occasionally, sliding past it at other times. And then, a strong push against his rosebud, like a rolling wave as the tongue flexed and curled, working it's way past his defenses. When he opened up and let it in, he gasped out of surprise, causing the sensation to disappear.
Looking up over the expanse of white fur from Shane's scrotum to muzzle, the darker wolf asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah... yeah... just surprised. It feels good... I want... I need you to fuck me now, Rick... Shadowhyde...whoever the hell you want to be. Just fuck me now, love. Please."
"Toss me a pillow then, Agent Gear," the larger wolf grinned.
Catching the thrown pillow, he helped position it under his lover's white furred rump. The grey wolf then slowly crept up over smaller male's body, relishing the feeling of the white furred legs wrapping around his waist.
After getting his member's pointed tip against the puckered hole he had dreamed about off and on over the six years since he had met Shane, Richard looked into the icy blue eyes of his lover and asked, "You okay? Not having issues?"
The white furred wolf reached up and grabbed the spiked leather collar his grey furred lover still wore. He tightened his leg's grip, causing the first inch of red wolf cock to enter his ass while he pulled his best friend down into a passionate kiss.
They both moaned as the top wolf slowly pushed into his partners hot, tight rear. Inch after inch slid in, gripped by hot, slick inner muscles. While his shaft sank into his best friend's rear, Rick felt like Shane tried to crawl into his mouth tongue first, kissing hard and wrestling his tongue.
When his knot bumped against the smaller wolf's ass, it surprised the gray wolf. He hadn't thought he had gotten so much in already and even having a knot was a new experience. But instinctfully, he knew he wanted it all inside.
Still, he remained motionless and enjoyed the passionate kiss for uncounted minutes until Shane pulled back and growled, "I said I needed you to fuck me hard and fast. Tie me before I explode."
Thinking he might last longer and be able to tease his lover, the larger wolf slowly pulled out all but the last inch before pushing back into his mate's warm tunnel. But when his knot ground against the tight, flexing pucker that second time, his lupine instincts took control.
He started thrusting faster and harder, kissing his bitch's neck as the white wolf's claws gripped his shoulders to hold on.
"Oh Fuck Yes " Shane cried out, feeling the friction of gray and white stomach fur rub his hard eight inches while a steaming hot shaft punched his prostate repeatedly.
His knot growing as his thrusts grew quicker and harder, the larger wolf felt like he was losing ground against being able to fit himself inside while simultaneously falling headlong into his goal. The fleshy vice he was trying to get past seemed to grow tighter even as he felt more of his growing bulge get past that resistance.
Howling, Shane came first, spraying his hot, sticky seed between the rutting wolves' chests and stomachs while clamping down on the top wolf's shaft.
The thick scent of masculine seed and the spasming, hard grip on his long cock drove Richard out of his mind with lust. He bit down on the furry white shoulder in front of his nose and pushed harder than he imagined possible, popping his knot inside his mate. The tight grip below his rapidly expanding bulge shook through his entire body, bringing him the hardest, longest orgasm he had ever experienced.
He growled into the meaty shoulder as shot after ropey shot filled his mate. He was too senseless to count how many blasts of seed he spent inside his lover's tight ass. He lost all track of time and self.
Eventually, he was aware of licking blood from white fur while a gentle paw rubbed the back of his head from ears to neck.
"Oh fuck, Shane," Richard whined, "I'm so sorry I hurt you."
His lover chuckled, "Don't be, Rick, that was the best sex I've ever had. And it was with you. I've always loved you so much, but I never thought we could do this."
Realizing he was still locked inside his friend, he smiled and rubbed noses with his lover. "Thanks for trusting me."
Still petting the gray wolf, the smaller lupine asked, "How did you do this? This change?" He ran his fingers along the spiked collar that was the only item either of them were wearing. "Is it this thing?"
"Yeah. I... well, I don't know how it works, but when I told the lizard who runs Season of Change Costumes how much I wanted to be a wolf for... well... for you since we were both not seeing anyone for the first time since we met..."
Shane interrupted Richard's explanation with a soft, but loving kiss.
"I don't know if I can ever repay you for being so understanding of my... issue... about only being attracted to my own species," the smaller wolf said once the kiss finished. "But, I know I love you. And I don't mean you as a wolf, though this is the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. But I mean you, Richard. All of you, even the buck-toothed, furless-tailed, rodent you."
Richard's ears reddened a little at his lover's kind words.
"So," Shane continued, "While I definitely want you to keep this costume. I would like you to take it off right now."
The larger wolf squirmed slightly, testing to find that he was still tied to his lover. "Um... but... we're still tied together and I thought you -"
"Shh " Shane said, gently placing a finger on his friend's nose. "I think you, Dickie, might have broken through my issue. I think I may love you so much I won't care what you look like, so we could be together as wolf and rat. I want to give it a try. Besides, you're probably a good fifteen or more minutes from shrinking down enough to pull out as a wolf."
Richard blinked at his best friend for several seconds, then gave a quick nod. "You can probably unfasten the collar easier than I can. This costume or transformation or whatever is supposed to be keyed to the collar being put on, so take it off and I'll be my normal self."
The white wolf grinned and gave the larger wolf a quick lick on his nose, then started opening the silver buckle.
After a short time, Shane slid the strap off his friend, then gasped as the leather and metal deteriorated away into powder before their eyes. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Rick. What did I do wrong?"
"Um..." the grey furred wolf whined, twitching his hips and not feeling any change coming occurring.
"Shouldn't you be changing back?" Shane asked, white paws reaching up and rubbing his lover's muzzle.
"Um...?"
"It should have started by now, I mean, it started as soon as you put it on, Richard."
"Um... not helping... I - I can't stay a wolf. How the hell do I explain to everyone who knows me that I'm a wolf? " Rick started shaking from worry.
Shane pulled his friend into a tight hug, holding him as close and still as he could, "Hey, it's going to be okay. After you shrink down, we will get dressed and go to this ship you bought the collar at and things will be okay. Where was it?"
"Um... it was Season of Change Costumes there on Sixty-eighth and Adams where the coffee shop used to be."
"Look, stop joking," Shane said, petting his lover's ears. "I went by there on the way here tonight and that place still got the coffee shop signs and for rent signs up. Where was the shop?"
"Um... no, it was there. It had to be there. You stop fucking around. I can't be a wolf for the rest of my life. Everyone knows me as a rat If I start going around telling people I'm Richard, I'll be locked up in some government lab or put in an insane asylum This isn't funny, Shane "
"I'm not joking, Rick. But don't panic. We'll figure this out. Even if we don't find the store, which we will, you being a wolf is not the end of your life. We will figure out a way to make it work. It won't be a problem."
"Um..." the grey furred wolf said, taking a few deep breaths and regaining control; of his emotions. "I am very happy to hear how easy you think my life will be having changed species. That attitude will be of a big help."
"You know I'm here for you, Dickie."
Richard gave a sharp grin, "I appreciate that, but it should also help you." The grey wolf reached beside them to pull Shane's white, hairless tail into view. "You changed into a rat when you took my collar off."
Most of the street could hear the shrill squeaky scream that followed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO "