Going to a furry convention hadn't exactly been Mary's plan for the weekend but, when Jack's friend got sick and couldn't go, she hadn't been able to say no. He'd just looked so sad, and she'd never been able to turn him down besides. It probably didn't help that she'd had the world's worst crush on him since they'd met. So it had been worth it to see the way he'd perked up, that bright grin that always made heat build in her gut crossing his face. And it had been... well, it had been pretty fun! Watched Jack dance and prance around in his suit - 'partial, Mary, it's called a partial!' just a head, paws, and tail - was actually pretty adorable, and she could feel her crush on him growing by the minute. The shops ('Dealer's Den!' she could hear him correct her) had all sorts of things, and she'd spent more than she'd be willing to admit on trinkets and stuffed toys, and even a tail and pair of ears she'd run up to her room to wear the next day, not wanting to fight with a belt when she'd been wearing a skirt. Even the panels had been fun, and who knew fursuits were so hard to make? Jack had even dragged her into some games, and she'd won a little LED collar! So she was looking forward to the dance that night. Popping lights, dancing furries, what wasn't to like? She never could have imagined that all the furries - those in suits, or with ears and tails on, at least - would be turned into their fursonas. Or that they'd be made desperate for a cock or a hole to put theirs into. So yeah, the furry convention? Best time of her life.
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