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Tonight was the night. I've been looking forward to this party all year long but now I had extra motivation. Dolan's parties were already legendary and there was no bigger bash than his annual Halloween costume party. I'd been thinking, debating, and planning for my costume ever since last year's party when my Star Trek uniform, copied by several others, fell flat and was virtually ignored. Tonight would be different; I was going to make sure I would stand out.

I had finally settled on an outfit to wear and then it was just a matter of getting it just right. Cheap pieces of crap were available in just about any department store and the ones in the costume shops weren't that much better. Decent copies could be found online but sizing and quality was questionable at best. To really get it right I was going to have to go for a fully tailored custom fit. It took some time to call in some favors and work a few contacts but I finally located a professional who worked in the wardrobe department at the university theater and was willing to take jobs on the side. I did end up going over budget, but I didn't want to skimp on materials or craftsmanship. In the end it was totally worth every cent.

Holding up the body suit and stretching the thin material in my hands I felt my heart rate quicken. The entire outfit fit like a second skin and would certainly push my sense of exhibitionism and decency to the limit. But what the hell, it was a party after all. The light and supple spandex stretched easily over my feet as I worked the costume up my legs. The slight compression held my fur tight against my body as I pulled the material up over my thighs. Fitting my long and rather bushy tail through the seat of the costume took some time and patience but the end result was to help show off the curves of my ass. The front of the costume was a different story and was perhaps showing a little more of the excitement I felt than was prudent but again I was ready to throw caution to the wind. The rest of the slick lycra stretched easily over my chest and hugged my arms and shoulders tightly as I set my fingers in the gloves.

I stood back and admired myself in the mirror. The sheen on the red and blue spandex was perfect, highlighting all the right places. The costumer did an amazing job and the entire thing looked seamless, clinging to my body like a layer of paint. Intricate webs traced through the red areas on my feet, down my forearms and over my hands also surrounding the large black spider on my chest. I held the mask in my hand and I was sure I would use it some but for the most part I didn't want to be hidden, I wanted people to know it was me beneath the lycra. The wardrobe master even supplied me with a length of realistic looking web-like rope. In all this had to be the best Spider-man costume ever.

It was almost a shame pulling on a pair of khakis and a button down shirt over the uniform but even my spandex gloved hands sticking out of the sleeves was enough of a peak to keep me turned on. I wanted the costume to be a surprise and I had to stop at the store for some beer on my way to the party anyway and I didn't think the grocery store would appreciate my adventurous spirt strolling down the aisles in nothing but a skin tight Spider-man outfit. Once at the party I was careful to keep my hands in my pockets so as not to give anything away. I had a chance to checkout some of the other costumes being worn. There were the usual nurse costumes, zombies, a Dr. Who, two Indiana Jones', the expected cadre of Starfleet officers, vampires, and one rather poor attempt at Darth Vader. As I knew they would be, superhero costumes were also a popular choice and ran the entire comic book gamut. I could spot at least two other Spider-men but a cocky smile spread across my muzzle as none of them could even hold a candle to my costume.

I took a detour through on of Dolan's spare bedrooms and stripped off my disguise. The mask slipped easily over my head, my ears feeling only slightly confined beneath the thin material. I opened the bedroom door and made sure the coast was clear before making my way to the back of the house where the rest of the party was in full swing. Using every bit of my athletic ability I bounded out of the back door, finishing with a few backflips, and landing prone in a classic Spider-man pose in the midst of a large group of furs. The cheers and applause were my first indication that I was a hit.

Throughout the evening I garnered a large number of compliments on the costume and a few subtle and not-so-subtle remarks about how much of me it revealed. I had removed the mask for convenience sake and to let me eat and drink. Moving through the crowd I received more than a few slaps on my ass (which I didn't mind) and felt a few paws graze across my crotch (which I fully enjoyed). I did discover one of the drawbacks to such a skimpy costume, there was no place to keep the phone numbers I was constantly being slipped. It was towards the end of the evening that things finally got interesting

I had gone inside to sit down and relax for a minute and as I sat on the sofa a rather large shadow passed in front of me. Only it wasn't a shadow. I slowly looked up to find myself looking at the dark black outline of a rather large lion. His massive body was clad entirely in black shimmery spandex, an oversized white spider spread across his massive chest, his costume was a perfect copy of Venom's. Like me he wasn't wearing a mask, not that I could imagine how he would have fit one over his mane to begin with. The focus of my attention only lingered briefly on what he was missing before I settled on what he wasn't missing, namely an impressively bulging crotch.

"There you are. I was wondering where you went off to." He rumbled in a deep baritone.

"Excuse me?" I said, finding my voice.

"I've had my eye on you all night and I must say you look even better up close."

I felt my ears warm as I blushed, "Thanks, you're costume looks pretty good, too." I offered as I stood up to look him eye to eye.

He flashed a brilliantly white smile, "Thanks, but the spandex is just an attractive container. I was talking about the whole... package," he almost purred as his paw dropped to his groin where he gave his ample bulge a firm grope.

I felt myself becoming even more aroused as my own lycra costume stretched tighter across my junk. "You know, I was just thinking the exact same thing."

"Is that so? You know Spider-man always had a hard time dealing with Venom."

"Is that a challenge?"

"You bet it is."

God I love this costume.