My First Anime Convention

My first Comicon.

Or anime con, really. Same concept.

I've always enjoyed the whole culture of anime. I'm obsessed; an otaku. But who wouldn't love it? There's something about slipping into another skin that brings out the prowl in me. My confidence peaks knowing that I can hide behind another identity. Real Me is cute. Otaku Me is sexy. Real Me doesn't say how she feels. Otaku Me can talk shit like the Jersey Girl I am.

Otaku Me is...hot.

I've dressed up for many events but the years crept up on me, I hit 29 and somehow I managed not to go to any cons. This year would be different. So I bought some fur, made a wig and dressed up in a classic Felicia costume.

I know. Amateur. At cons there are literally thousands of women dressed up in tiny little getups but I love catwomen and the summer sun brought the Baltimore temperature up to a humid 97 degrees and I really wasn't in the mood for the whole full-body Mystogan cape and ninja getup.

I took one last look in the three-way mirror before heading out. Large locks of loose cerulean blue curls swept down my shoulders, just touching the small of my back. My mane-like hair was partly contained by a white headband with large white furry cat ears. While most of my hair rolled down my back, a long truss was left as a bang to cover my right eye, Jessica Rabbit style.

Except Jessica Rabbit had nothing on me.

This wasn't some cheap furry gogo costume. This was movie quality.

What little of my body that was covered, was covered in white fur. An almost collar-like fur choker fit snug around my neck. Bare shoulders exposed, my arms were covered in white fur. Like a pair of long gloves and boots, my feet and hands wore oversized paws with large sharp pink claws (I hoped security wouldn't mind). While most of my body was exposed, a strip of white fur clung to my back and wrapped around just covering my nipples never quite meeting at the middle. The bottoms -or underwear- ran from the top of my curvy hips and met to form a "V" at my vulva and a thong in the back. Just below my navel, began another "V". The fur crept up my toned stomach to the beginning of my ribs changing direction and curving toward each other almost achieving a diamond shape just beneath my breasts, but once again, never quite meeting each other in the middle. My long tail took a bit of ingenuity but I managed to create it so it moved with my subtle movements.

Damn I looked good.

After a brief battle as to where to keep my wallet, I was finally ready to hit the streets.

As I stepped into character and out of the elevator, the elevator door across from mine opened. Off of it came a man dressed as one of my favorite characters from a particular show. He had short dark spikey hair with long bangs that swooped over his eyes and rested just above his nose. A large black (faux) tattoo covered his exposed right pectoral. A long silver chain hung off of his neck muscles and swept the top of his lean, but very distinct, eight-pack.

I'm pretty sure I'd never even seen an eight-pack until then.

Dirty looking gauze bandages were wrapped around each of his biceps, emphasizing his round muscular shoulders. On top of his shoulders he held a fairly large -faux ice- cannon as big as him. His faded black jeans were barely held up by a brown leather belt which sat just below his defined pelvic muscles pointing to exactly where I wanted to be.

Damn he looked good.

I was dumbfounded. As all of my senses went into overdrive (Lord, even his ribs were ripped, what is he fucking Asian Spiderman?!), I managed to pull myself together before my jaw went slack. After a brief glance I gathered my composure. I nodded acknowledgement as I spoke, "Gray". He slowly looked me up and down nodded back with a grin, "Felicia". I quickly turned nearly smacking him with my long hair and sashayed away from him, tail swinging with my hips. "Dammit", I whispered. I was just a tad bit wet.

I walked into the hot summer air and it helped me forget that horrifying moment. I almost reverted back to Real Me. I couldn't let that happen. I worked so hard to be Otaku Me. I grew more and more confident about my costume decision while the hot sun beamed down on me.

I reached the convention center without a hitch, but while I walked down the street I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me. I mean, yeah. Everyone was watching me. I was half naked walking down the streets of Baltimore. But still.

After a bit of trouble with security and the "authentic nature of my claws" I finally managed to make it to the registration booth. As I signed in, the feeling of being watched came over me, again. From the side of my neck to the peak of my breasts to the curve of my hips, someone was undressing me.

It felt strangely familiar.

My nipples peaked and once again my panties grew wet at the thought. I quickly looked around but everyone was in their own little world. "Crap this heat must be getting to me", I thought. Seeking to find relief from this feeling, I headed for the water fountain. After refilling my water bottle, I bent over to take a drink when I suddenly heard a familiar sexy voice. "Felicia." I looked up to my right, while bent over to see an 8-pack incredibly close to my face.

I inhaled at my surprise and caught the scent of salt and a bit of something unidentifiable...peppermint? I slowly rose up, taking in all of his naturally tanned body, until our eyes met. "Gray," I purred as my right hand rested on my hip, claws extended, tail swishing a little too happily. He stalked closer to me, forcing my back to lean against the wall. He had a cocky smile about him and I couldn't resist it. He grabbed my water bottle from me, took a sip and dropped it. Before it hit the ground, he swooped in and kissed the side of my neck. His cool, moist lips softly caressed my skin. He leaned on me allowing my stomach to feel his mound growing inside of his jeans. I involuntarily gave a small moan. I caught my breath and looked down. Those damn pelvic muscles just kept on pointing. Real Me (if this sort of situation would have even happened to Real Me, that is) would have bailed ASAP purely out of panic. But this wasn't Real Me. This was Otaku Me. This was Felicia.

As the "second skin effect" took over, I reached my hand around the back of his head and brought his face to mine. The fire ignited in him and his mound became a whole other monster waiting to be released. But not yet. Our tongues danced as he grew harder and harder against my stomach. Feeling around, I found a door and we fell into it. I was pretty sure it was a janitor's closet but it was difficult to notice with "Gray" kissing me.

I dragged my pink claws lightly across his back and moaned while he grinded on me. So no one could hear, he gently covered my mouth with his hand and kissed the hand over my mouth. He looked me dead in the eye and then looked down, his prey in sight. He took his hand off and used it to tweak the bit of fur covering my nipples. Being glued down it pulled at my nipples and felt a little too damn good. He continued to play with my breasts while messing my fur until I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him inside of me and I wanted him now. I attempted to open his pants but my claws were a bit too much for the task.

Dammit.

I stared at him with a pouting face. My ears and eager tail helped translate. He got the hint. He unbuttoned his pants and with the release of his manhood, in one swoop he picked me up and seated me on top of some soft object and entered the incredibly wet me with no objection from my body. I let out a bit of a squeal to which he stared at me with aroused curiosity. He thrusted back in me. My legs wrapped around his strong back and my claws dug in as he leaned me halfway back on my seated position. He held me with one hand and teased my breasts with the other. His thrusts were slow but determined. As he played with my nipples my body back arched backward and I felt the spill of orgasm wash over me like a cool flood. My senses exploded and my womanhood gripped on to his sex for one last thrust before he released himself inside of me with a restrained growl.

We stayed in the position panting and intertwined for a few minutes before we could regain our composure. We broke our embrace but Otaku Me wanted more. I gave him my best Felicia look and somehow in that dark tiny closet, he caught it. I couldn't do too much with my hands and claws but it didn't matter. At attention and apparently not caring for the sound it would make he picked me up and while using the wall to hold me up wrapped me around him and began pounding away.

He ripped off what was covering my breasts leaving them more sensitive. He sucked at them almost too hard, but in this moment it felt so good. My womanhood dripped for wanting him and all the restraints I had failed me. Tools fell off the wall. Brooms fell over. He grunted. I cursed. And yet again, he released his warmth in me. Despite that he didn't stop. He pounded and his wet cum rubbing against me drove me nuts. I grabbed his face to my breasts, put the poor man in a death grip between my thighs and let out a high pitch moan that somebody HAD to hear.

I let him leave first. I slipped into the bathroom next door to fix myself up and regained my head. I didn't know him or his name.

The next day I met with my friends and we decided to go to one of the con's concerts. My friend raved about this one group and how hot the bassist was. Before she could finish her thoughts, the house lights shut off, the spotlights flew on and there on stage in front of hundreds of screaming fans was "Gray". He grabbed the mic and spoke some Japanese. For the life of me I didn't know what he was saying but I swore I heard...nahhh.

My Japanese friend translated: "This is a new one. It's called Felicia"