This story is inspired by true events.
Names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.
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Brandon had never been particularly popular. His interests had always been very unique and not something shared by many of his peers. Sure he liked video games as much as any other junior in college, but it was his other interests that he was truly passionate about. He also kept them a secret. This was the main reason he was deciding to load up his car on a Thursday night, rather than sometime during the day.
He popped open the trunk of his hand-me-down Corolla and set his handmade fursuit carefully inside. The furry costume was bit like a onesie, modeled like a dog covered in splotches of white and black fur. The headpiece had been carefully crafted to fit entirely over his own head. It may not have been as fancy as some of the suits that could be purchased, but those were upwards of $5,000 for something quality, money that no college student had to throw around. Besides, what mattered was that when he put on his fursuit, he transformed into his fursona, Dugger, a black and white lab that he identified more with sometimes than his own human self. It was the ultimate escape; when he was Dugger, he felt like he could finally be himself. The anonymity provided by the fursuit was freeing.
Brandon finished loading his costume and dufflebag into the trunk of the car before shutting it. He dusted off his hands and headed back to his dorm. He was all packed and ready for this weekend's FurCon in Atlanta, GA. He had only ever attended one furry convention in the past, two years ago during his freshman year of college. However, at that time he hadn't made a suit yet and he felt he wasn't able to get the full enjoyment of the experience.
The next day Brandon made the four hour drive over to Atlanta and checked into his hotel room at the Marriott. The convention was to be held on the main floor of the hotel, using a combination of open areas and conference rooms to house the attendees as well as the many booths and stalls. As he walked down the hall to his room after checking in, he could already see a couple other convention-goers, wearing the distinctive plastic name badge on lanyards around their necks as they walked around the hotel. Some were even already in fursuits of their own. He waved to a group who waved back welcomingly.
That was another one of the things he loved about the furry community: everybody was so friendly and open.
Once in his room, Brandon donned his own suit, putting Dugger's large puppy head over his own last. He pulled the official convention badge out of his backpack - no easy feat when wearing furry paw gloves - and put it around his neck. Once transformed, he was ready to head out for the starting ceremonies of the convention.
He wandered around the convention floor, checking out the various booths and stalls. Artists from all over had come to display and sell their works. Other convention goers milled about, some in suits, some not, enjoying themselves - expressing themselves. As he wandered around, another fursuiter wearing a full German Shepard costume came up to him and discreetly handed him a leaflet. Brandon accepted it, not quite sure what it was, but before he had a chance to ask, the person had already moved on.
Brandon peered through the mesh opening of his costume's head that allowed him to see out without others seeing in. He held up the leaflet and read it.
"Room Party - 205. 11:00pm. 18+ only."
Below the some what cryptic text were a series of hand-drawn symbols: a male "Mars" symbol going through the opening of a female "Venus" symbol, a male symbol going through another male symbol, two female symbols linked together, and a little rainbow flag in the corner.
"Holy shit," Brandon said quietly to himself, "I've heard about these 'room parties'!"
On Internet forums, he had read about "Adult Themed Room Parties" at some of these furry conventions. They were typically thrown after-hours in someone's hotel room and provided an opportunity for random furries to hook up with each other and yiff (a furry word for "fuck"). The symbols on the invitation made it pretty clear that they accepted all types. However, not everyone went to them to fuck, some just liked to watch.
"I mean, I guess it would hurt to check it out..." Brandon thought to himself, feeling rather excited that he had been invited.
For the rest of the day it was all he could think about. He kept imagining what it might be like. Normally there wouldn't be a chance in hell that he'd have enough courage to attend such a thing. But as Dugger, he felt like he could do anything. Besides, it's not like anybody would know it was him or anything.
That evening, he sat in his hotel room, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the TV. He couldn't help but eye the clock every few minutes as the time ticked closer and closer to eleven.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the digital display on the clock flickered to display 11:00. Brandon stood up and put his costume back on and headed for the door. He made his way to the elevators and down to the second floor of the hotel. There wasn't a single soul in sight this late in the hallways. Most of the convention attendees were probably already fast asleep in their rooms.
Brandon could feel his heart beating faster as he walked down the hallway, counting off the room numbers to himself.
"202...203...204...205."
He stood in front of the door for a moment, wondering if he should really go in or not. Then he remembered that it wasn't "Brandon" going into the room, it was Dugger, and Dugger wasn't afraid.
He lifted his hand and knocked softly on the door. After a few moments it was opened up by the same German Shepard fursuiter that had handed him the leaflet.
"Hey! C'mon on in!" he welcomed, his voice muffled by his own costume headpiece.
Brandon entered the room. The air was stuffy, even more so than it was inside of his costume. He could hear the pleasured moans of a guy and some quiet techno music playing from a stereo. As he moved further into the room he could see a pair of furries in full suits fucking doggystyle on the far bed. He wasn't quite sure what their genders were, other than it seemed obvious the one mounting the other was a male.
Brandon took a place standing against the wall and watched. Next to him was a girl in a partial fursuit; instead of wearing a head-to-toe suit covering all her skin, she just had on a headpiece, furry paw mitts, and furry paw slippers. The mouth of her fox head was open, but impossibly dark to see inside of. Besides her partial suit, she was wearing a frilly maid costume of blue and white, with a flirtatiously short dress. Her ample bosom was barely contained by the costume which bared an attractive amount of cleavage.
The girl's fursona was evidently a cute pink and white fox with a bushy pink tail and matching paws. At the moment, she had one of her furry pink paws shoved between her legs, frantically rubbing herself as she watched the pair yiffing.
"Holy shit," Brandon thought to himself, "There's a girl masturbating right next to me. This is so hot!"
He could feel himself getting hard inside of his fursuit. As a virgin, this was as close as Brandon had come to doing anything sexual with a girl and it was exciting. And he was just standing next to her!
He found himself watching her more than the couple fucking. He tried not to make it obvious, stealing a glance here and there.
However, it didn't take long before she had picked up on his glances.
The fox girl stopped pawing herself for a moment.
