Carter, are you busy tonight? I need your help."
A young man's voice echoed in response from two rooms away: "no mom. Chuck's plans fell through. He's busy with family."
"Oh, I'm sorry baby," his mother replied, "I know you wanted to spend time with your friends this Halloween. Still -- maybe we can do something instead. Together."
"Uh, okay, I'm coming now."
Gail Edwins ran her tanned hand across the plain cardboard box resting atop her bed. Her son, Carter, approached. His footsteps audible just outside, beating with regular rhythm, spurring a sense of trepidation in the older woman. Sure, she thought, maybe he could help her out, but it was a big ask...
"Hey mom."
"Hi."
"What do you need--?" Carter began talking but stopped as he stepped into his parent's bedroom. There, his mother was busy unpacking two large boxes; lifting them with a strained heave and depositing them atop the soft bedcovers, their weight making small depressions in the sheets.
He glanced at her, then the boxes.
"What are these?"
Gail looked sheepish. "This is what I want some help with..."
The young man opened his mouth, but she shushed him with a swift hand motion. "Hold on," she pleaded, "let me explain."
Flipping over the boxes, she revealed printed images of the lead characters from the animated movie Zootopia on the dull brown exterior. On the left: Judy Hopps -- the diminutive yet confident rabbit. On the right: Nick Wilde -- the sly but dependable fox. Both head-shots were ripped straight from promotional artwork from when the film was released.
Two boxes. Two. Both bearing the trademark: 'TrueSuits'.
Gail paused while Carter looked closer. "These...these were my Halloween plans."
"What are they?"
"Your father told me about them. Fancy costumes based on old classics."
"I get that," he said, confused, "but why? "
Gail held an indignant expression for a split-second, before softening her approach. "We were going to go out trick-or-treating! Alan wouldn't stop hinting at buying these costumes. They're meant to be the highest quality -- as if you've jumped straight out of the movie and into our world. I think we're a little old for cartoons...but, well, you try asking him the rationale when he's rushing off to another board meeting. And we did so love Zootopia when we were younger."
"And the pair of you decided to go trick-or-treating?"
"Yeah. Unlike your generation we appreciate the pageantry of the season. It'll be just like the old times."
"Sounds lame."
Gail tutted. "Well now you've volunteered! So come on."
"What?"
"Alan wasn't able to make his flight home this morning, and I'm not waiting around on the off-chance he finds his way home by seven o'clock -- it'd be a complete waste of these," she gestured to the boxed costumes. "Your father paid a lot of money for them, and I intend to get some use out of these outfits!"
The young man spoke with disdain: "and I'm supposed to take his place? Help you relive the good ol' days when you were kids?"
"If that's how you see it. You're old enough to drink, so you're old enough to sub in for your dad when needed. I'm not charging rent for you living here -- gotta contribute somehow."
"Heh. And you want us to wear these stupid fursuits?"
"TrueSuits!" she exclaimed, astonished at the insolence her son was displaying. "These are 'TrueSuits' -- the latest advancement in costume design. Not some perv's fantasy."
"So a bunch of nerds made them 'advanced'," he mimed finger-quotes sarcastically, "so what? Still looks like pervy shit to me. You sure dad only wanted to trick-or-treat with you?"
"I don't care what exactly your father had planned because he's not here. Now it's an opportunity for some family bonding! And don't think I'll forget your comments mister. You'll understand when it comes time to put them on. They're incredibly easy to put on, incredibly flexible, they cycle excess heat from the wearer, and are built with a set of special sensory enhancements so you aren't encumbered when wearing it."
"Quit reading the box and read my lips, mom: this is dumb, and I'd rather do anything else than play pretend with you."
Ooh you little...
Gail's mind raced with insults as she held back a tide of admonishment. "You're going out with me tonight in this," she barked, tapping the box featuring Nick's vulpine mug, "that's final!"
"Okay okay," he raised his hands in defeat, letting his shoulders sag as he approached her, "I'll do it."
As Gail thanked her wayward boy for his sense of duty (albeit forced) she fiddled with the end of the Judy Hopps box and cracked it open, tearing the tape. "Any problems, blame your father. He ordered these, and don't keep asking why, Carter. I've got enough pains as it is."
The high-tech natures of the 'TrueSuits' was obscured by the nondescript packaging, but once glimpsed 'twas another story entirely. Sealed in plastic bags, a body of lifelike fur rested, dormant. One main piece and a separate head that summoned a sense of the uncanny valley in both onlookers. This had been an expensive purchase, but Gail's family were affluent enough to avoid feeling the sting incurred by its cost. A second or two of prodding the unopened costume left her unsure of its extent. Or her husband Alan's true intent.
Oblivious to the finer details, she momentarily closed her box. Gail picked up the other, bearing the face of Nick, and handed it to her son, who frowned.
"Do I have to go as Nick? I don't even like the movie..."
"Well," Gail mused, "Judy can't go without her partner, can she? We're a team son. Perhaps we should swap instead?"
"Very funny mom."
Carter, his night relinquished, accepted the large box and carried it out of the room. A heavy sigh followed him as he exited. She ignored it and set to work.
* * *
Gail closed the door once her son had left to try on his own costume. Slowly, she walked back to the half-opened packaging and made an amused noise. It was new to her -- TrueSuits -- and from what she'd heard online they were taking off in the big way this year. Cosplay and roleplay combined, for a variety of uses and...levels of 'indulgence'.
Oh how she wanted to do this with Alan. She had planned the whole night. Well, planned was too strong a word. She'd given some thought to the whole night, once he'd exposed her to the idea. What could be more fun than returning to the antics of your youth and going trick-or-treating again? They wouldn't have to worry about anyone watching a pair of grown adults acting like over-eager children; behind the costume they were anonymous. Just a couple of trendy teens striking out into the spooky night.
Gail slid open the box containing her outfit. A small monochrome image of the character of Judy split in two as the cardboard flaps flung open. Beneath, shrouded in plastic wrapping, was her TrueSuit.
With gusto she tore it open. Her mind fixed on revisiting her younger days, partner be damned! This was going to work.
She was going to have fun. Carter was going to have fun -- he better! Enough of that mopey ingrate skulking about her home, her son had to take part in family activities more. Albeit, this one proved a strange start to their bonding.
The first signs of grey fur emerged from the packaging. Gail lifted up the lightweight material and marvelled at its detail. An exquisitely-soft coat of fake fur bound to a stretchy, flexible underlayer. Her fingers dove into the sea of matted grey and revelled in the warmth and silken texture of the artificial hide. "Woah," she said aloud, lost in the material, "this feels nice."
Lifting the rest of the costume up and out of the box, she set it down on the bed and groped blindly for any instructions. A pamphlet tickled the back of her hand during one of her sweeps so she grabbed it and started reading. Beyond the long list of warranties and warnings, Gail found little information on how to properly use it. A smattering of bullet-points gave her the gist of the right way to put it on, but the labelling hinted at further technological marvels. A way to live as the character, become the character...
"There must be other instructions."
There were. Flipping over the box revealed a plastic pouch with folded paper stuffed inside. The banner contained a logo for the TRUESUIT IMMERSIVE ROLEPLAY SYSTEM, and a wall of tiny print text Gail would need her glasses to parse properly.
"Okay, roleplay stuff is there, let's leave that alone for now and get this thing on."
Making sure her door was locked, Gail walked over to her mirror. After removing her earrings and a small bracelet she wore on her left arm, she ran her hands across the mid-length blue dress she wore. It had to come off. Oh, she could put it back on over her Judy costume, but as the box described: it came with some police apparel for the adventurous bunny cop to really come to life. This was some serious cosplay, not a cheap Halloween get-up bought from a dollar store. It required commitment.
And she was all for it. Whether Carter would die of embarrassment escorting his mom around town as they knocked on doors and collected candy, or if he'd humour her like a good sport and let her have this fun despite Alan being away, remained to be seen.
Carter's a good kid, he'll help his mom out. I know it.
Now let's get this on before he changes his mind!
Passing the straps over her shoulders, Gail slipped off the dress, playfully dragging it down her body and letting it fall to the floor, forming a pile around her feet. The evening's light shone from a skylight and graced her body with a splendid sheen; her Argentine heritage visible in the gorgeous tan of her skin. Now in nothing but her underwear, she turned around and picked up the suit. It was a whole-body piece, designed to be zipped up from the back...
Shit! She might need Carter in here after all...
Ignoring the eventual problem with closing up the costume, Gail laid out the arms, legs, and main body of the suit on the bed. Both arms and legs ended in the appropriate extremities, modelled after the character's anthropomorphic form. Broad bunny paws stuck out especially, and as she glanced at the original box the shape of the headpiece and its enormous fuzzy ears caught her eye. No, stop thinking ahead, she told herself, first things first.
Enamoured with the design and the realistic presentation, Gail took a second to fondle her soon-to-be second skin. The older woman felt for stitches or hemlines, but none presented themselves to her inquiring touch. This costume was exceptionally well-made.
Turning it over, the only seam visible was the zipper than ran from the neck down to the small fluffy puff of a rabbit tail. Undoing it along its length, with the pleasant sound of the fine metal teeth unzipping, she checked again her instruction pamphlet.
What stood out to her was the requirement to be fully nude. No clothing, not even underwear, was supposed to be worn beneath the TrueSuit. According to the limited instructions, it would affect the use of the suit. Gail wondered what exactly that meant, as there wasn't much to go on, but she decided to trust it and follow every direction as written. She put aside the paper and returned to the mirror, tossing her hair.
For a woman in her late thirties, she was quite proud of her youthful twenty-something looks. Her figure, if a little round, was quite well-shaped and attractive. Her height was on the shorter side, but that probably added to the character she was about to don. Gail unhooked her brassiere; the purple fabric falling from her cleavage and exposing her breasts. Alone, she was still, and took a moment to put away her bra, placing it in the laundry pile. A task for tomorrow's Gail Edwins to deal with. Following that, she slid off her panties and, once naked, turned around and gave an excited bounce as she walked to her bedside.
Look, she was roleplaying already! Whatever the suit had in store for her could only enhance the giddiness she felt as she picked up the costume and raised her leg.
"Oh!"
A single surprised exclamation escaped her lips as her foot slipped into the leg of the TrueSuit. It was like nothing she ever...it was...
"Aah!"
Cold. A sensation of cold ran through her as her leg disappeared down the costume's, filling it. The inner fabric -- a kind of spandex -- seemed to offer no resistance at all. No friction. No sticking or rolling up and getting caught as she plunged her leg inside. Nothing but smooth motion and a cool feel.
Not for long, however, as her body heat raised the temperature of the material. As her second leg found its mark, the once-cold inner lining became imperceptible. It applied no pressure around her limbs. As if it had disappeared and she was wearing nothing again. But, checking with her own eyes, Gail confirmed she was still dressed.
Sitting on the bed to allow herself to fit everything properly, Gail pushed her feet forward to get that last bit of void filled. Her feet cushioned themselves against the padded soles of the rabbit paws, and when she stood up she felt them depress and spring back, giving her plenty of bounce. Even though their form was different from a human's, their size and shape acted like a pair of heels with excellent arch support.
The costume now hugged her waistline. Its top half flopped over lifelessly in front of her. Gail remedied this by grabbing the arms and pushing hers in. As she moved, the cool insides kissing her exposed nether regions and rear warmed just like the legs did, and her body sensed nothing was in the way. This complicated sensation travelled up her torso as she wore more and more of the TrueSuit. The looseness she felt along her spine a casualty of the open zipper.
She took longer and longer as her task neared completion. It felt good to wear it, why shouldn't she take some pleasure in the act of dressing, enhanced by the TrueSuit?
Her breasts touched the front of the costume, and as she finally finished filling each finger she reached over and pressed the suit against her chest. Finding that her cleavage was accommodated by a bust belonging to the costume, and filling it nicely, she looked back at her mirror to gauge the results.
"Ooh," she murmured, a tingle running down her back from the exposed air, "this is a little...risque." Her words were true. Adhering to the curves of her body, forming an anthropomorphic blend of human and lapine, the TrueSuit really did begin to concern her. "Maybe Carter and I should put these away, wait for Al to come home and explain what his plan was with these -- if he comes home..."
Tentatively touching her fingertips in a moment of unease, Gail felt the soft pads on each paw depress. Amid the slight pressure exerted 'gainst herself, she noticed a very faint sensation of touch. Contact beyond the confines of the suit. It broke her out of her unease.
"That's...wow..."
As if she couldn't believe herself, she put her hands on her body. With caution, lest the unzipped suit fall forward thanks to her ministrations, she prodded her sides and stomach. More than a dull presence -- it was like her own skin. Each touch filtered through the artificial fur conjuring the feeling of running one's hands across her bare naked flesh. This was next level!
Pinching the material and pulling it away from her body interrupted the smooth sensation. The TrueSuit did indeed follow through on its pitch: seamless integration between wearer and costume. After letting the pinched section of her torso snap back to shape against her, its powerful elastic securing it once more to her flank, Gail looked up.
Auburn hair, flowing in chaotic locks, fell upon her shoulders and draped devilishly over her. The only part she saw not clad in grey fibres. Her stare pierced the silver mirror, rebounding across her posed form. Nothing was left to the imagination. The swell of her breasts had been captured by the suit, guarded ineffectually by a tuft of brighter fur that did nothing except highlight her cleavage. Checking her fit, she placed a 'paw' over the furred boob, experiencing a bout of existential discomfort. Her heart dropped when she made out the distinct nub of a nipple. Another examination confirmed it's sibling on the other. A squeeze of each transmitted the requisite signals through the suit's mesh and her skin -- haptic impulses inseparable from her own. Her chest pounded with a mix of nerves and naughty thoughts. Ideas quickly quenched in the cold waters of reason.
"Can I even wear this? Should I?" was the burning question. As she guided her hands down toward her waist, feeling the sultry shape of her body encased in gorgeous fur, they halted. She dared not go lower. Gail's eyes rose, repeated in the mirror, as she contemplated her lot.
Reviewing what she saw, an instinct told her to cover up. Repeating her concern from earlier. Too adult. Too...sexy. Far too sexy! Alan had definitely planned for more than a Halloween outing for old times' sake. She felt bashful at the thought of involving Carter with her plans.
He's a grown up, she reminded herself. He'll be fine, as long as we're covered up. It's not as if anything's gonna happen. We'll go out, have some fun, and go home. I'll save the real fun for when Alan gets back, even if it takes until next week. Yeah...
Are you for real? With tits like this on the costume?
Caught up with her reflection, she didn't notice the subtle changes forming. A small rise in her stature, thanks to the feet adapting; a nudging of her hips as microscopic shifts in the obviously-intelligent fabric enhanced her curves. The slow, growing intermingling of her body and the suit's innate systems.
Recovering, Gail turned around to fetch the instructions.
"In for a penny..." she joked. Besides, we have uniforms to wear also. God-dammit -- let's just get to it. What's the worst that could happen!?
When she turned around, she caught sight of her back in the mirror. Startled, she found the suit had zipped itself up for her -- without a noticeable seam. A momentary flutter of fright ensued before she re-read the accompanying page.
"Okay," she sighed, "it's supposed to do that. It's automatic."
Keep your cool...
What that meant for the mature woman currently wearing what appeared to be the product of insatiably horny costume designers didn't matter much once another minute had passed. Still clad up to the neck in the TrueSuit, something began to change her mood.
It tightened, but not painfully. Once the zip-seam had been closed everything got lighter. Like a weight being taken from her weary shoulders, Gail felt good. Nimbler. A little stronger. The suit accommodated and accentuated each movement with an extra pep. Enough to be obvious if scrutinised. But, as Gail strode back-and-forth in her bedroom, how much she noticed soon reduced.
"All part of the service," she said, doing a set of jumping-jacks to test out the costume's flexibility.
This exercise lifted her spirits. She retrieved the police officer's uniform -- styled after the movie's fictional department -- and organised the pieces on her bed. Her pom-pom tail wiggled and danced in the mirror as she worked.
This feels great. It's like I'm wearing a baby version of an industrial powersuit.
Gosh...it fits really tight, doesn't it?Gail watched her reflection shimmy as the suit hugged her curves. "Looks like ol' Judy's got a li'l more meat on her bones than in the movie!"
A chuckle and further self-absorbed remarks about her current appearance made her laugh. "If this doesn't work out, at least I know Judy got back -- thanks to me, hehe..."
Next to the uniform, the headpiece lay. Done with watching her furry tush bounce to unheard music, Gail picked up the uniform's bottom half and put it on. Again, that odd sensation of cloth running through fur felt as real as ever. With her pants and kneepads on -- her big bunny paws snug in special footwear and half-barefoot -- she threw on the rest of the cop ensemble. It consisted of a shirt and padded vest, with a gleaming badge befitting the first rabbit officer of the Zootopia Police Department secured to her breast. She chose (wisely) to add a sports bra underneath.
"Ta-daa!" she piped, springing to a triumphant stance. Her almost-complete bunny cop get-up reflected back at her from the mirror. It was easy to spot her glowing expression as she pranced over to the box to pick up the headpiece.
Judy's head held a soft smile, frozen in time. Gail observed the slight wiggle of dormant animatronics behind the furred exterior -- a complex interface between wearer and costume. The long, perky rabbit ears flicked upright, as if standing to attention on parade. She turned the headpiece around and gently opened it from behind, taking one last breath of free air before the great plunge into theatrics.
The furry helmet went on smoothly, and after clipping the back it sealed itself tight against her skull. Gail opened her mouth and guided the inside of the animatronic lips to hers -- a false front to her real maw. Judy's short snout meant all she had to work with was a centimetre of synthetic flesh and muscle fibre that wrapped around her lips, stuck to them as if glued. Once she felt comfortable with opening and closing her mouth, and puckering and stretching her new 'lips', with Judy's face responding in kind with an exaggerated attenuation, Gail connected the headpiece to the rest of the costume, sealing it around the upper neck.
Darkness consumed her momentary transition. Without any light reaching inside the headpiece, all she could do was wait for the TrueSuit to activate, following the instructions as written. Her nose slotted into an inverted V-shaped enclosure on the mask, of similar construction to the mouth-part, her eyes were pressed against a smooth pad that felt like some kind of gelatin face-wrap. Two large earmuffs lay over her ears, dampening all sound. The pressure on her lips, the cramped tightness of the head cavity, and the weird liquid sensation over her eyes began to irk her. Inhaling stale air through her nose, she waited, hoping the wondrous technology present would solve her discomfort as promised.
At first there was a blinding flash of light. Gail stumbled backwards but caught herself against her bedside table. From purest white, gleaming across her vision, the familiar scene of her bedroom gradually returned as the light faded. Blinking, confused, she took one step forward.
Her soft paw-pads meshed with the carpeted floor, sinking into the fibres. She felt every subtle tingle they made as they enclosed around her foot. A second step brought the other life, and sensory readings from the suit flowed effortlessly through her -- now more real, more raw, than ever!
She gasped. This expelling of air forced her to recover her breath; a great sniff resounded as she inhaled through her nose -- now feeling the rushing atmosphere through the suit's snout as well as her own nose. An erratic giggle, caught between a sigh and a nervous cry, escaped her. She ran to the mirror, her hands (now forepaws) gripping the sides of the table beneath it.
Staring back at her, in a more anthropomorphic form than the source material, was Judy Hopps. The rabbit's jaw hung open at the sight, curling in the corner to create a gleeful smile.
Gail felt everything. The warmth of her uniform as it matted down her fur. The hard wood of the table she gripped, firm in her alien hands. The twitch and flop of her ears, now situated atop her head, and the sounds they conveyed to her.
She could feel. She could hear. She could taste, touch...see!
Oh what a sight she saw; the figure from fiction, matching her motions perfectly. A tilt of the head. A furrowing of the brow. An adjustment of her stance as she leaned into the mirror. As power flowed through the suit, its enhancements ran at peak efficiency -- creating no lag between it and her own mind. The neural link firmly established.
"This is...this is..."
I have no words.
"Okay," she said, trying to get used to her new body. "Let's make sure I have everything set up."
Checking the instructions for the last time, Gail performed some simple tests they described to ensure each system was functioning correctly. She didn't need to, for the moment everything sprung to life in that blinding flash she could tell it was all there. All whirring away alongside her. Giddy jolts of energy made her bound around the room, an endless spout of excitement.
Calming down, preparing herself to leave, Gail did the final check: it said to check in the corner of her vision -- enhanced with a digital heads-up display when needed -- and see if there were a small spinning icon. There was. This was part of the interface loading, and would be used for role-playing her character. She thought that was a nice touch -- pulling up another part of her vision which displayed a warranty, legal agreement, and character bio with nothing more than a thought.
Dismissing all dialog boxes, and turning off the augmented reality display, Gail moved to the door. She closed her eyes and breathed, anxiously awaiting her son's accompaniment.
The little spinning roundel in the corner slowly faded from view.
* * *
Carter stared at the box. No doubt his mom was miles ahead of him. Probably accessorising right now. But why did she have to rope him into this?
This is my fault for telling her Chuck cancelled. I could've just left and done something on my own. Would save me having to put this stupid thing on!
The smarmy grin of a familiar CGI fox met the young man as his fingers pried at the tape on the box.
Mom loves this fucking movie.
He sighed.
I suppose if it's not too much work...would make her happy...
And I can't rely on dad bailing me out of another scheme of hers to 'reconnect' with me, since he's not here.
"Fine. Do your worst you weird...fox...man...thing."
Carter huffed and opened the box. A neatly-packed costume of Nick Wilde sat within its cardboard walls. He grabbed the paper that looked like a guide and glanced over its contents. Reading a few weird stipulations here and there (no clothes -- what the fuck?), he set the page aside and took out the red-furred bodysuit.
In it's empty and flaccid form, it didn't look like much. Maybe that's why Carter missed the bulge resting in the groin, and the strangely sensual sculpt of Nick's musculature, and got to undressing without paying any further attention to the details of the suit.
If this shuts her up then fine.
His mind started to wander.
Maybe it's like a safety thing...no clothes...to stop overheating...
I wonder how this whole thing will work...do we just pretend to be young-ish teenagers knocking on doors. I suppose people might believe that if we're disguised like this.
The red-furred hide rose from its resting place and found itself a host. Carter set to work putting it on -- the nude form of his dangling over the rising suit. Feet first. As they entered her was greeted with a strange rubbery feeling -- sort of...soft yet stretchy. Pulling the suit up his legs he felt a fierce compression along his costumed limbs -- he might be a size small! Cursing his luck, he kept on trucking, pulling up the lower half and spreading the unfilled top half out in front of him while he found the arm-holes.
"Eeeh--aahh!" he moaned as the combination of constriction and cold spandex enveloped him. His groin slotted up against the suit, with his manhood finding a space to occupy without injury while he threw on the rest of the costume. Carter raised his arms and gradually snaked his way to the end, populating each of the five fingers at both ends with victorious elation. Bringing his gaze down, and without a handy mirror like his mom, he took a moment to review how he looked.
There was a hint of subtle muscle evident in the torso, and the shape of the arms and legs, but it hid itself well among the russet sea of smooth, silky fur. He felt a growing connection to the TrueSuit, as he started to sense what it sensed -- first as dull notes, but he knew according to what he'd read this would improve the more he put on.
Nick's paws were both cute and cartoony, yet also strangely real and masculine. Broad, four-toed feet with pointed claws absorbed his own into their cosy shape. For hands, flexible digits with small pads and claws on his fingertips, with a bigger palm-pad, covered his. He used them to caress his chest, feeling faint sensations of touch amongst the rolling fur. His interest didn't last, however, as his gaze drew southward. Down towards his crotch.
"Jesus," he exclaimed.
He'd wondered why his cock and balls felt so comfortable despite the suit obviously squeezing him tightly. Nestled between his legs was a big fat sheath, like a dog's, below which a furry sac dangled. His penis had inserted itself comfortably into the sheath, and no doubt ready to burst forth when erect cloaked in an appropriately animal-like red rocket! He could see the tip of his disguised cock peeking out at him from the safety of its sheath, and groaned as wave of shame wracked the young man.
It was very detailed. Even snug.
Why...I mean just...why? Why include this!?
A heavy pause punctuated his thoughts.
These are used for sex, aren't they?
Ugh...now I know what mom and dad were planning to do -- crap! I did not need that image in my head...no way I'm wearing this...
Moving to take the suit off, he hesitated.
Yeah, it's weird, but I would be wearing clothes on top of this. So, maybe that's all fine and dandy.
...
As long as we burn the suit so dad can't wear it after me.
"Nggh-ugh!" He shivered just thinking about it.
Agreed, he told himself, let's just get through the night humouring her. Then we forget this ever happened.
Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from his new vulpine pride, Carter went to check the zipper at the back of the suit. Oddly, when he did, it had sealed the suit by itself. Feeling around he noticed no discernible seam running up his back. A brief episode of panic ensued until he could console himself with the knowledge that this was supposed to happen, and -- as the instructions assured the worried man -- could easily be undone once the suit was fully worn.
So now, clad up to his neck in a handsome fox-man, Carter looked around for the head. Bending over, he noticed a slight tingle just above his rear -- glancing over his shoulder he saw the TrueSuit's tail starting to twitch. And he felt it. His emotions were frayed, but he mustered enough focus to cause the tail to sway once...twice...enough to both amaze and frighten him.
What even is this suit!?
With the slow integration of human and costume set upon its course, he picked up the headpiece and -- unknowingly echoing his mother -- dived head-first (pun intended) into the final stages of dress.
Nick's head was more elongated, with a muzzle, and that left Carter struggling to bite down on a rubber frame within the head, to lock himself in-place. Pressing his face against the inside of the headpiece, he felt the form of the mask bend and flex to adjust to him. His nose and mouth were guided into a rested position within the base of the muzzle, and the aforementioned frame braced against his jaw and transferred its motion into the costume's mouth with the help of springs and artificial muscles. A second pass brought a strange, metallic slot into the middle of his mouth, where his tongue was supposed to go. It wrapped around the tongue and contained a battery of electrodes, to extend his tongue with an artificial length, much like the muzzle extended his jaw. Then, as the headpiece came to rest, his eyes pressed against a cool, wet patch that ran across the upper half of the helmet-mask.
Just as with Gail, once he'd been sealed into the suit from head-to-toe, it activated.
Flinching at the bright light, Carter shook his head and groaned loudly as his body began to interface with the suit. Sensation and control merged between man and machine, with thousands of tiny nano-arrays connected at key points across his body. A wet dollop of saliva leaked from his open mouth as everything adjusted to his new muzzle -- it dripped from bared fangs, and struck the floor by his pawed feet as his toes curled under the influence of a myriad different nerve impulses.
His groaning turned to grunting as the distinction between his body and the TrueSuit evaporated completely. Able to open his eyes and see, he hurriedly scanned the room -- assuring himself he was still here, still alive, and all his dogs were barking (as they say).
A deep inhale from his tapered black nose on the end of his snout, a yawn that stretched wide his new jaws and rolling tongue, a flick of his triangular ear...and he was ready.
Ready to face whatever happened next.
But first, his sense of smell was a lot stronger than before. His room was a mess -- unkempt, untidy, unwashed -- and for the first time in his life Carter felt the full force of what it stank like. "Fuu-cck," he coughed. The sooner I'm outta here the better.
Twirling around, the nude fox made for the door, stopping a mere step away as the realisation struck him.
Clothes!
He'd almost forgotten about them. Neatly tucked into the corner of the TrueSuit box were Nick Wilde's clothes. More than mere civilian clothes -- a Zootopia police uniform. This cosplay was obviously set to take place long after the resolution of the film, with the two partners now firm friends and...perhaps lovers?
Carter didn't know, didn't care. He just wanted to make sure he wasn't spending a minute more than necessary in this suit!
For a kid's film, the notion of rough, heated sex between our protagonists was not something the makers wanted to endorse, he guessed. So where this company got the rights to such an intellectual property he truly had no idea.
Kinky is kinky. Copyright? What's that?
While he dressed himself, the heads-up display activated in his vision for the first time. Startled, but still dressing diligently, Carter watched as loading icons and scrolling text splayed across his field of view. Curious about what he saw, without consciously applying his thoughts to action, he triggered the log display:
Welcome to the TrueSuit™ integrated neural operating system. Finishing setup...
Great, he thought, fucking IT techno-babble.
Several message flew past in quick succession, giving him no time to read. Eventually, the scrolling text settled on a single pair of messages:
Installing Character Mode. This may take some time, so sit back and let the install procedure run in the background.
In the meantime, why not explore the features of your new TrueSuit™? Try moving around or exercising. Experience the sensory integration with some music, food, or drink. Test the vocal interface...
Carter minimised the log, with lingering questions on his mind.
"What do they mean, vocal interface?"
As soon as he spoke he knew. His voice was not his own. Now that he was paying attention, the grunts and groans of his dressing and activation were not like his normal voice either.
It was strange, talking and hearing Nick's voice. Feeling Nick's mouth move as if it were his.
The link was seamless.
This could end up being either very good...
Or very bad!
* * *
Both uniformed anthros met up in the front living room. The TrueSuits had done what was promised; now, 'Judy' and 'Nick' were face-to-face.
"Hey mom."
"Hi Carter. How--" Gail clapped her hand across her mouth in surprise. "Oh," she stammered, enhanced by Judy's accent, "I didn't think we'd sound so like them."
"Yeah," her son replied, with an exasperated coyness added to his words, "it's weird."
"Well, you're dressed and ready to go. How do you feel? Is there anything I can--"
"It's okay mom," he said, "you don't have to baby me." His stubborn response seemed to be enhanced by his appearance. "I can handle myself pretty good."
"I'm sorry that the costumes were a bit...y'know..."
"It's fine. You and dad were gonna use them. Let's not make this any more awkward than it needs to be, Carrots..."
Carter grimaced and placed a hand over his temple. "Ugh," he moaned, a short stab of pain flaring up in the side of his head. Gail stepped forward, concerned. She was seconds from speaking when her own burst of pain speared her and left her reeling.
Another message flashed past:
Installing TRUESUIT IMMERSIVE ROLEPLAY SYSTEM (powered by NeuraStorm DeepImmerse® Technology).
[83%] Step 4 of 5 complete...
A sharp whimper from Gail burned deep into Carter's heart. His mom was hurting. But there was something else, something more.
After ten seconds of shock, the pair recovered their senses. Gail was the first to speak: "are you okay Carter?"
"Sure, sure," he said, hissing as he rubbed the side of his head, "I think something sharp in the mask jabbed me."
"Same."
"Maybe we put them on wrong?"
"I don't think so," said Gail, searching her memory, "I think it's a side-effect of the integration -- it can take some getting used to feeling through the suit."
"Ack! Well, as long as it's supposed to happen. Did you see anything when it happened?"
Gail saw the concern in Carter's face. The soulful sympathy of Nick shone through as well, as the part of her that wanted to play pretend melted under his delicate gaze.
"No," she answered, unsure of her own words, "no...I don't think so..."
Carter also had trouble recollecting. Did he see any messages fly past? Concentrating for a moment, he re-activated the built-in display and looked around. When he checked the log, it was a mess. Thousands of hard-to-decipher lines to scroll through -- learning this he gave up. Put his tempered trust in the suit and it's operation.
The two of them instead prepared themselves for Halloween night. Bags and suitably spooky apparel were brought to the front porch. As Carter was wont to mention, this was a strange ask for his mom to make -- but wanting nothing more than to get this over with, any hint of resistance was quashed quickly and quietly.
Stepping outside, Carter felt the cold, wet stone of the doorstep through his exposed paws. He glanced down at the orange/red blurs where his feet should be. As the darkness crept across the sky, they stood out against the grey steps. The half of his foot-paws that were clad in a compression wrap that covered his arch and ankle remained dry. The sensation of damp ground as he left the steps and reached the path to the sidewalk gave him further pause. He felt barefoot. He'd catch his death of a cold in this weather going out with nothing on! But, as he told himself, he wasn't. He was completely ensconced in the TrueSuit -- his experiences filtered through electronic nerves.I'm waiting..." he said to the other figure busy locking the door.
Gail bounced down the doorstep with visible springiness. Whatever her legs were made of they definitely could launch her a decent distance! Her lapine appearance and grey fur dulled in the low light, making it hard to see the detail of her costume. Carter stood out like a big red sore thumb.
She reached her son's side, and looked out across the street. Small gangs of children and adults, occasionally mixed, wandered the suburban landscape. Plenty of doorbells were being rung -- and their faint chorus excited her. This was what it's all about!
"Ready Nick?" she cooed, unexpectedly taking Carter's hand and holding it, enjoying the soft interplay of their furred fingers.
Playing along, her son chuckled and nodded.
"Of course, Judy."
* * *
As their adventure proceeded, the pair did find themselves more and more comfortable wearing the suits. Any lingering doubts about their effectiveness had long vanished, and with confidence they strode through the night -- treat-bags to hand for any successful calls.
Carter had forgotten how much they were acting like a couple of giddy teens. At first, the hand-holding annoyed him (so uncool to do that with his mom); then, it slowly developed into knowing glances, followed by bashful giggles. It was when Gail leaned against his shoulder as they walked a quiet corner that something stirred in him.
Gail felt the same. It just seemed normal to her to hold on to her handsome partner. Whether she viewed them as Nick or Carter was a question that soon passed from her mind. Her vulpine escort walked beside her, hand-in-hand, bringing joy to her inner child...and her outer adult got a nice view of the handsome fox whenever she wanted.
The night continued. Their trick-or-treating proved productive. Candies overflowed from their bags, threatening to spill should they walk too briskly. A fact that tortured poor Gail. An anxious energy filled her -- a yearning to hop, bound, leap! Trapped by the confines of social expectations she held it together, but deep down, her desire to go a little wild found itself enhanced by the suit.
Nick -- Carter -- rapped his furred knuckles on a new door. It was answered by a young woman in a store-bought witch outfit. "Hi!" she beamed, excited to greet the callers. "Oh, are you wearing those new TrueSuits? My friend rented one, she said it was an amazing experience!"
"Well, she's not wrong," he said, feeling a little saner now that some other young person of a trendy age was aware of whatever-the-fuck he was doing. He laughed and continued to engage in cheery small talk as Judy -- Gail -- emerged from the shadows into the light of the doorway.
"So who's the lucky pair?" the woman asked as she waved at Gail.
"Judy!"
"Nick!"
Both flinched after speaking. They'd tried to answer with their real names...at least, that's what they intended to do...but their characters came through instead.
Huh, strange, they both thought.
"Oh wow," the woman at the door chirped, "you're really into it, aren't you!? That's so cool...I wish I could afford one with my boyfriend -- they supposed to feel so real! Here, have a little treat from me."
Once their call was over, Gail and Carter walked back into the night, intent on reaching the neighbouring door. Gone, from both of them, was any concern about what had happened. They didn't even remember it.
Passing a small number of teenage trick-or-treaters going the opposite way, Carter noticed a familiar anthropomorphic figure. Though it wasn't from Zootopia, they had a very detailed and form-fitting costume complete with fully-articulated mouth, ears, and eyes...it didn't take a genius to know what kind of suit this was.
Well hey, he mused, we're not the only ones with the same idea. Turns out TrueSuits are not just the domain of me and Judy...I mean Judy...I mean...mom...
Carter shook his head and said nothing as they went.
* * *
Over time, as the pair travelled, more of the neural link between themselves and their costumes settled, putting them in the mindset of their characters. The underlying roleplay system that had introduced itself in the background began to take over. By the time they were on their way home, circling back around in the direction of their street four blocks over, Gail and Carter were well and truly overcome.
Carter's cosplay sauntered, arm-in-arm with Gail's. He looked at her. Her expression was hard to describe.
"What's up Carrots?" He used his nickname for her, with a note of tenderness clear in his usual cheeky tone.
"Oh nothing," the grey-furred bunny replied, walking beside him, "keep thinking we forgot something..."
She trailed off. He shrugged.
"Gotta say," Nick purred, "you had the best idea pulling double duty with our uniforms. Saved us money on costumes."
"I don't remember suggesting that." Judy smiled and nuzzled her beau.
"Really? Damn, maybe that was me."
"In any case, it's gotten us a lot of treats." She rustled her bag.
Nick grinned. "What can I say? People love a uniform."
"People love our uniforms."
"Don't wanna feel left out of my praise? Aww!"
"Save your sweet-talkin' for later."
He winked. "Only the best for my girl." A lone finger-gun aimed her way brought a tinge of red blush to her ears. "Are you sure you want to go without my sweet, sweet words?"
"Oh Nick -- you tease!" She made a goofy snort which prompted a raised eyebrow from Nick.
"Beautiful. Exactly why I fell for you!"
They stopped. With no-one nearby, the couple were free to flirt without reservation. He wheeled around and caught her waist, coiling his arm around her midsection. Next: a twirl that spun her 'round, followed by a quick peck on the cheek.
They stared into each other's eyes. The black of night had nothing on the radiance she exuded. And for Judy, his face lit up her world.
"Say," Nick ventured, his gaze piercing her fluttering heart, "why don't I take you for a night on the town? How 'bout that -- a nice meal, someplace quiet. Then drinks, and later..."
A brief nuzzle interrupted his speech. Judy flinched as his muzzle nipped at her shoulder, targeting an exposed patch of fur.
Giggling, she batted him away. "It's a busy night, Nick. And you haven't booked anywhere."
"Shoot!" he said in hushed frustration, which soon turned to scheming. "Well, how's about we drop the meal and drinks, and skip straight ahead to some quality time together. That sound better?"
"We are heading that way, it looks like..." she murmured, conscious of his arm resting around her, performing a delicate dance above her rear, threatening to descend and squeeze.
"Let's go."
* * *
The door to the house creaked open, with the sounds of a merry couple spreading through the dormant structure. Returned, driven by some knowledge deep in their altered psyches of where they came from, Nick and Judy entered. The lights flickered on, and two police vests slammed into the floor, their wearers locked in embrace.
Nick leaned in as the door shut, it's sharp slam pinpointing the instant he dove in for a kiss. Judy breathed heavily as their lips mashed. Her eyes closed, sealing the moment in time. Through the suits, and their extensions to the human form, their wearers held each other desperately -- as if trying to extract every morsel of touch and taste from their costumed bodies.
It was just Judy and Nick now. A fantasy fuelled by TrueSuits.
Their kiss broke, and a trailing thread of saliva stretched between mouths as Nick broke the silence: "what's next, hun?"
They moved, Judy leading him by hand up the stairs with a sultry look in her eyes. When they got to the top they found the first bedroom and hurled themselves inside. Another kiss. Another embrace. Their hands found all the right nooks to free knots of tension, and subtle pleasure, from their partner.
Judy moaned, her face pressed against Nick's shirt. Her own shirt was being unbuttoned by the horny fox as she buried herself in his scent. The perfect end to a perfect evening awaited her. And even though she held no memory of donning a costume, Gail within simmered with the same anticipation, ignorant of her newfound lover's identity.
Her shirt fell open, Nick's deft hands withdrawing at speed to snake across her shoulders and behind her. The first fidget of her sports bra beneath the uniform being undone tickled. Through the pale blue shirt Nick's fingers nudged the clips free, and another constraint on her body was loosened. With a low moan her pert breasts shook, the bra falling to the floor. A sudden hardness emerged in both her nipples as he stroked her spine. They poked proudly through the ring of fur circling them; her mounds itching to be touched. She pulled her face from Nick's chest, and leapt into his arms, holding him tight while she forged another longing kiss with him.
They rocked slowly towards the bed.
Nick grabbed a hold of her tail, squeezing the soft cotton-ball and eliciting a yelp from his girl. Her sweet cry music to his ears -- swelling his heart with her beautiful voice. A sudden shake from her led him to put her down, ending up dragged down onto the bed with the lovely rabbit. Her perky breasts rubbed against his chest, and he quickly disposed of his own shirt, baring his gorgeous chest of red fur to her. Her greedy paws found plenty of purchase in the cut of his torso, wandering all over his taut chest, conjuring sensations across his TrueSuit indistinguishable from real contact.
Their undressing continued as both rushed to get their pants and paw-pads off. With the bulk of their clothes discarded haphazardly, like a sordid gingerbread trail to a rutting pair of woodland creatures. Now 'wearing' only her panties, Judy rose from the bed and gave Nick another kiss. The fox, clad in boxer briefs, responded with a wolf-whistle.
"My girl's putting on a show tonight," he cooed as she knelt on the bed, her shoulders swaying to an imaginary beat.
"Shut up Nick!" she barked, playing coy. "It's just hot in here."
"Oh yeah...I feel it too." Nick grimaced as he felt a tightness between his legs.
"So," he continued, "wanna get down and dirty?"
"Wait," she said, slipping off the bed and strolling across the room, a wide wiggling gait moving her hips in fabulous arcs. Her ass bounced with each step, thick cheeks unbecoming of a slender bunny like her filling him with lust. "Let's have that drink first."
She left the room for a moment, then returned with two wine glasses and a bottle. The first clink and splash of red came seconds later, the pair sharing a seat on the bed, each leaning into the other.
Nick took a rich sip of the dark red wine, and let it sit on his synthetic taste-buds. "Cheers," he purred as Judy drank hers in the soft bedroom light.
Trapped in collective delusion, spurred by desire, this moment of peace would not hold for long. It began to untangle almost immediately with wandering paws, of both partners, finding ways to disrupt the pleasant quiet. Judy's palm lay flat on Nick's thigh, running up his leg to his crotch, probing and outlining a growing bulge hiding behind his boxers. Constant interference from Nick's paws, gently caressing and cupping her breasts, tried to break her resolve. Despite this, they both finished a glass each and, with red stains on her otherwise pristine fur, set aside the glasses and the bottle to resume their encounter.
"Let me..." Nick said softly as he licked a small wine spill atop Judy's bosom. This loving lap turned into a kiss, moving along her chest until it graced her rising breasts. Her tits fell into Nick's broad hands, held by her lover's pads. His lips graced her nipple, swirling tongue darting from his mouth and around her sensitive nub. Air raced from her lungs as contact was made. The first of many assaults upon her mammaries.
Judy's fingers closed in around the hidden shape of Nick's sheath. Warmth radiated from his swelling member. Tickling his furred flesh with her claws, she removed her hand and assisted him in sliding the underwear off, unleashing his fast-hardening shaft as it pushed out of its sheath. A sigh of relief reached her eyes as his cock rose proudly between his legs, his furry balls nestled beneath, between the bed and rising blood-red pillar.
His painful length yearned for release, for the warmth and constricting comfort of her body, ploughing her...staking his claim over her as his mate. Nick hissed as she caressed his shaft, stroking his crimson spear to its full height. The soft tingle of her fur on his cock drove him insane. It felt so good -- so faint yet fierce.
Nick sprang into action, getting off the bed and facing Judy -- her legs instinctively parting to prepare for his entry. He told her to lay down. She whimpered with need and complied, her innards screaming for relief. Dampness forming between her legs. The slick trickle of womanly essence soaking the surrounding fur.
Bodies drawing closer, limbs entangling. Nick crawled over her, securing his stance by digging his feet into the floor, claws scratching their way in jagged lines as he positioned himself. His prey surrendered to his advances, jerking her body forward, hoping to catch on his turgid foxhood. His rabbit mate screamed into his chest as she made a few desperate humps of his thigh, narrowly missing his penis. It was burning her from the inside out; a desperate need to have him.
Nick pressed forth, and plunged inside. Tight. He grunted as his cock buried in her, masking his outburst of ecstasy by swallowing her breath with a passionate kiss. Her screams became his. Her cries echoed in his own voice. The pair locked together, at long last. After a gruelling day of keeping their hands (and other parts) off one another, they could finally let go.
His first thrust was quick, and completed without comment. His second, pushing deeper into the tender tunnel of his lover, forced from him an adoring compliment: "Judy...so..."
"Yes?" she whined expectantly.
"So...so tight...so warm..."
Judy let out a cry of joy as he opened her. Her hands gripped his back and held her close. His cock split her senses, billowing bolts of pleasure rocketing through her frame. Her bones and muscles ached. Nerves fired relentlessly. His third and fourth thrusts grew steadier, more confident. He'd overcome the initial waves of bliss she gave him with her silken folds. Now, he built into a steady pace, back-and-forth. Fighting her tightness. She felt each grunt and gasp he made as he pumped. Every shiver and quiver and quake that shot through him as he tried to find space in her for his organ. The tapered head of his cock prying at her insides, searching for a path unobstructed by her moist flesh.
Their coupling quickly transformed from steady lovemaking to hard, passionate sex. With each bucking of his hips, Nick slammed his body against her. Limbs smacked. Butts quaked. Tails twitched incessantly -- his most of all. The bushy, flowing swathe of red and black swiped the heavy, sweat-tinged air of the room. His cock was drenched in her juices. Pushing again and again into her soft body. Her honeyed pussy. The mewls of his bunny dominated his thoughts -- those sweet, incoherent exclamations of pleasure. It drove him. Fed him. Fueled his lust, his desire...his energies, into bringing her to climax. A task his predatory body was well-equipped to handle.
"Judy!"
"Nick! Ah!"
He slammed down against her, gritting his vulpine jaws at the vice-like grip of her pussy. His body rocked, the bed moving with it, as his feet tried to keep him standing. He threw his head back, roaring as he rammed into her. Her legs flung around his waist, paws floating up-and-down behind him.
Judy grabbed her breasts and clutched them. It felt like she was about to burst. Something inside her was swelling -- an intoxicating mass of pleasure bound in her form, trapped within her as suit met suit and the costumed couple rutted. Her mind went hazy, her vision blurred; she was losing herself in the moment. "Nuh-Nick..." she managed to say.
"...harder!"
Obeying his partner, Nick angled himself to better penetrate her. He growled, saliva dripping from his bared fangs as he rode. The sounds grew louder, until the bedroom was full of snarls.
"Don't go feral on me now Nick," Judy pleaded, part of her fearing his predatory nature.
With a heavy thwack of his balls against her ass, Nick howled.
"Judy...I...I..."
"Don't," she huffed, exhausted beneath his endless thrusting, "don't say..."
"Grrr!"
"...a..."
He heaved his whole body forward, pushing his engorged cock into her, dangerously close to getting stuck in her tight pussy.
"...word!"
Nick's body convulsed, causing Judy to pull him into a love-starved hug. His end was nigh. He sensed his ejaculation seconds ahead of time; as his limbs weakened and his muscles expired, the fox collapsed into a smouldering heap atop her. From his tip, he blossomed. Warm, sticky ropes of cum sprayed from his cock, painting her insides a milky white. He yowled and clamped his jaws down on her shoulder, bite-marking her. Amid the drunken pleasure he heard her moan, and mumble as she came too.
Judy's orgasm fizzled from a slight spark to a raging inferno. Erupting in time with her lover's emission, she lost the use of words to describe it. Nothing could come close -- nothing in her life, which blended with the fiction of the TrueSuit in strange and confusing ways, came close. Her legs seized up. Her shoulder burned in pain as dozens of pin-pricks buried into her. Nick's bite accentuated the pleasure. She could sense his struggle to keep his composure as he emptied himself into her willing vessel. A flood of seed, a product of unknown incest. It filled her. Soothed her.
"I love you," he stuttered, "I love...love...I...love..."
Tear formed in her eyes when she heard him speak. Disjointed, drained, but honest. His truth bared to her, as naked as they were. "I love you!" he cried as he finished.
The tingles and tension of her orgasm began to fade. Judy held him. His breath on her felt welcome. Like it belonged. Like they belonged. The intensity of the moment had passed, and a fond embrace ensued. Nick moved to pull out, exhausted and barely able to remain standing. But she stopped him, keeping him locked between her legs, begging him to: "stay...please...a little longer..."
"...I want to feel you for as long as possible."
He sighed a happy sigh. Here, with his woman, his mate, his partner...here Nick was at peace.
Judy smiled, eyes shut an enjoying the afterglow. The wet and warm sensation of Nick's essence leaking down her inner thigh and butt tickled, but not enough to disturb her embrace.
Together, they fell into a deep sleep.
* * *
The morning sun rose through the half-shuttered window, illuminating Gail's bedroom -- pasting its yellow-orange light all over the wallpaper, and sending a shaft of light to split the bed in two. Its two occupants were sleeping. Partially dressed -- over the course of the night they had found themselves removing the TrueSuits unconsciously.
Carter's eyes crept open. His head throbbed with a powerful headache. Placing a hand over his temple he cursed under his breath, and shifted beneath the covers. His body felt heavy -- as if he'd been exercising all night. His cock stood upright, a sign of morning wood. He groaned and put his hands on his chest. The rich furry texture of the TrueSuit greeted him, and he glanced down through sleepy eyes at his vulpine chest and paws.
He felt like shit.
To his right he saw the hollow headpiece of Nick Wilde, staring back at him with green eyes. Startled, he shifted again, revealing the open zip on his back. His shoulders almost slipped from the suit as he moved around. He lifted the bedclothes and spied his cock, still clad in the costume's animalistic equivalent, erect. Around his groin was matted with dried moisture -- evidence of a wet dream perhaps? His guess was answered when he looked over to the far side.
Facing away from him, was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. A gorgeous, shapely, mature body with a rich tan and auburn hair -- positively shimmering in the early sunlight. She too was half-dressed in the Judy costume, the zip-line split like a plunging 'V' on a dress, exposing her back and the cute swell of her ass cheeks cupped by the lower part of the TrueSuit. His vision blurry, it took a minute for him to recognise the figure, and a slow-building sense of dread formed within him.
Moving a bit too close to her side of the bed, Carter roused a sleeping Gail. His mother inhaled deeply and exhaled with a satisfied sigh. Realising the situation, and what must have happened last night, Carter froze.
Gail adjusted her resting pose, but did not fully wake. Instead, she mumbled an indignant command to the man she thought was her husband:
"Mmm-hmmm. Go back to sleep Alan."
Carter gulped, and very quietly, very gently, began to remove himself from the bed. One word summarised his predicament, and it echoed loudly in his head, never giving him a moment's peace in the long, arduous evacuation from his mother's room:
Fuuuuck!!!
Sunlight was the last thing Carter wanted to see. It revealed his unforeseen transgression. Though it glowed with the warmth of a new day it was nothing but cold to him. A chilling feeling emerged from deep within and coursed to every part of him. His heart, and head, were muddled as he tried to make sense of the scene in front of him...
"Mmm-hmmm. Go back to sleep Alan."
Fuuuuck!!!
His mother, Gail, lay opposite him in her bed. Her bare back exposed, the dark complexion of her skin peeking out from between the open folds of the furry TrueSuit. And Carter, his own body still clad in orange-red fur...
Her words fell upon deaf ears. Not wanting to further rouse her, Carter carefully extricated himself from the bedclothes -- letting them slip and slide away as he slowly moved to the edge. His throat was dry. A pounding headache threatened to distract him from his stealthy getaway. The dreadful prospect of being discovered, half-naked and wearing a bizarre costume, hung over him. He felt its presence every agonising second he took to escape.
Then, once he had turned and shifted around -- his pawed feet settling on the bedroom floor, clawed toes flexing with uncanny realism, his body stiff lest his artificial tail sweep across his mother -- he made it!
Yes! Fuck yes!
His cries of victory were kept hidden, echoing only in his mind. He grabbed the headpiece, avoiding loud noises, and stepped from the bed. The smug face of Nick Wilde, the anthropomorphic fox from Zootopia, stared back at him. Dumb. Empty. A lifeless mask. Compared to the pained scowl on Carter's face it looked cheap and tacky. Something was missing, some spark of life.
Yeah, duh, mine...
I don't know how this thing works, but everything felt so...real.
...
I can't...
Sparing his sanity from the awful half-dreamt scenes that polluted his mind, Carter sneaked out of the bedroom. His mom had drifted back to restful sleep. He paused and quickly returned to gently lay the sheets over her, making it look like she'd been the only one there all night. A weak attempt, but maybe it would be enough.
Now that he'd disguised his participation, Carter slowly drew shut the bedroom door. The grey-furred rabbit worn by Gail was now mostly hidden beneath the bedclothes. Her long, bouncy foot-paws poked out from the end of the bed, idly rubbing against each other by some subconscious habit. A small round bump in the sheets marked the location of her tail. And just like Carter -- the vacant animatronic helmet sat on a nearby table, having been removed sometime in the night.
The door closed. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew exactly what had happened. What they'd done. The suits...the suits had done something to them. Made them think they weren't...
"Agh!"
Carter's exclamation failed to wake his mother, and the young man chided himself for his carelessness. After all that work getting out of the room, he thought, to ruin it by making a stupid fucking sound!
Knowing his luck wouldn't last, he walked to his own room, and set the Nick Wilde head down on a shelf. Then he shut the door, twirling the latch around on the lock, securing his space.
The TrueSuit hung loose over his shoulders, the back having become undone once he'd removed his headpiece -- whenever that'd been. However, it clung well enough around his waist and legs, and the sensation of being one with the second, furrier skin did not abate even as he started to peel it off. Like little jolts of electricity he flinched as it pulled away. His chest and arms freed, he hurriedly finished disrobing -- his waist, gonads, legs, and feet sensing a minute jolt as he 'disconnected' himself from the suit's latent interface.
Utterly naked, Carter rustled through his wardrobe for something to wear that wasn't a freaky sex costume. Once he had some 'ordinary' clothes on, he could begin to calm down and start collecting his thoughts:
So...dad clearly wanted to bang mom wearing these. Ew!
And now I've gone and taken his place -- fuck fuck fuck! I...I had sex with her...
Mom.
"You need to calm down," he told himself, steadying his breathing. "You did something wrong, but there were extenuating circumstances. It wasn't completely your fault."
Yeah, and who's gonna believe that?
"No-one," he said aloud. No-one, because no-one has to know it was me.
Mom doesn't. She thought I was dad.
Maybe she won't even remember...maybe she'll think it's a dream.
"She better," he sighed while pacing around the room.
Then again -- was what he did so bad? Part of him liked it. Liked thinking about it even now. And both of them didn't know this could happen. Whatever brainwashing the TrueSuit had done to him it seemed like it stuck around. Massaging his ego. Keeping him from recoiling too much. A lingering...attraction sprang to the fore of his thoughts.
Carter's panic replaced itself with a twisted pride. Yeah, I banged my hot mom! The guilt gave way to boasting. Perhaps a coping mechanism. Perhaps he really felt that way. Or, just as he'd sensed a second ago, the suit had left some kind of imprint.
Either way, his head was mixed-up. Muddled.
Dressed for outdoor exercise, as if his subconscious was telling him to leave the house, Carter decided to go for a lengthy jog. It would be good to clear his head. Work through all these feelings.
He'd woken up with scattered memories -- what if Gail did?
Another good reason to go outside and lay low!
* * *
Fortunately, Carter was the only one to remember what really happened last night. He'd learn that fact in time, but whilst he exercised with that possibility gnawing at his pained mental state, Gail slumbered peacefully. She'd worn the Judy Hopps suit intact for much longer; no matter when she had removed the headpiece, enough had been done by the mind/machine role-play system to subtly alter the memories of her copulation with her 'husband'. She'd had the most wonderful dream -- Alan had come home early and taken her by surprise, using the very costumes he'd bought especially for such an occasion.
Those dreams and memories, just like the very real feelings she'd experienced unknowingly fucking her son, blended into the background; a fuzzy mess of echoed pleasures. The TrueSuit had left its mark on her as well.
If it had been up to the suits alone, both her and Carter would remain in blissful ignorance of their incestuous night -- but you could never truly account for the human element. A flash of recollection burned through her stupor, and she woke suddenly, catapulting upright.
"Alan?"
She looked to the other side of the bed.
Empty.
She exhaled and smiled as the warmth of the sun drenched her fatigued features. In her tired state, she failed to notice any marks or stains -- any evidence of passionate emissions from last night. No, Gail didn't pick up on any signs, and it seemed Carter's hasty attempt to make his side of the bed had worked.
What a pleasant dream, she thought. Blurred images of red fur, grunting, thrusting...teasing her about what was to come when Alan got home...
"Mmmm," she groaned, standing up. The TrueSuit flopped forward, the open back giving way to her naked form, tickled by the spotty rays of light and heat. She felt good. Satisfied. Like she hadn't been in a long time. Muscles and joints without stiffness.
Walking towards the mirror, Gail saw reflected back at her a healthy smile. No paleness or bags under the eyes. She didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it, but the TrueSuit's technology must have really helped her get some shut-eye. It still clung to half of her body, and she still felt everything it felt like it was her own flesh. Running a hand through the fur on her big bunny thigh, she let the realistic sensations spread. An ache formed on her hip, which corrected itself once she stopped twisting around to feel her furry self up. Especially her ass -- those soft cheeks and that little tail!
"It's a good thing Carter and I went to bed after our trick-or-treating," she said to herself, as if she truly believed her version of events, "or we'd have woken up too late to see this wonderful morning!" She looked over at the windows, and the vista beyond.
Turning around, she spotted a wine stain on the rumpled sheets. "Oh no," Gail cooed as she lifted the bed cover and studied the stain. A giddy notion formed in her mind: seems Judy got a little tipsy last night.
When next she moved, a sharp pain struck her -- a powerful sensation, her skull pounding.
"Ooh! Judy drank more than I thought!"
This sudden spike of anguish vanished as soon as she'd spoken, leaving a dull throb in its wake, making it hard to concentrate. Gail groaned and massaged her temples. She had a vague memory of going outside then nothing. The suit had take over and guided her through the rest of the evening before settling her in to a good night's sleep.
Must've had a nightcap, she thought. Or rather, Judy must've.
She chuckled at the notion, picturing herself as not herself -- in a sort of strange third-person perspective -- sipping from a glass of wine while dressed in the TrueSuit.
Gail left her bedroom and wanderer about the house. Passing the half-open door of Carter's room, she spotted the Nick Wilde costume draped over the headrest of her son's bed. There was no sign of him anywhere in the house so she assumed he had other plans.
She entered her son's bedroom and examined the empty TrueSuit, feeling the softness of its fur and comparing it to hers. Warm thoughts swam in her back of her mind; remnants of the role-play programming, as fuzzy as the synth-flesh she fondled idly.
How courteous of Nick to escort Judy home without taking advantage of the poor bunny in her vulnerable state, she mused -- momentarily forgetting who played each part. Her words lacked impact -- lacked connection to reality, as if she were remembering a story and admiring the character of the male lead. Then, as if ignoring the incongruity, she remarked to herself:
"I've raised quite the gentleman."
Now thinking she had a handle of the evening's events, and that Nick (a.k.a. Carter) had been a perfect gentleman for Judy, she dressed herself and packed up the TrueSuit. She had enjoyed her time pretending to be the character, but now her motherly instincts kicked in, and she resolved to put away the risqué items and wear something respectable -- lest her son return and witness her shame.
As she folded it, she noticed how clean the fur was -- even after a day of use, including outdoors!
Marvelling over the construction of the exotic costume, she caressed the fine surface. Fur tickled and swaddled her fingers. "Self-cleaning," she remarked, "I wish all my clothes could do that!"
Gail went about her day, none the wiser.
* * *
Carter jogged through the neighbourhood, clearing trying to put as much of what had transpired behind him. Out-of-sight, out-of-mind. That's the trick!
Even if that freaky fursuit made me do it...
His trainers bounced on the side-walk as he picked up the pace.
Made me do it, he guffawed, like some crappy horror movie! I wasn't brainwashed by a fucking costume.
...
Was I?
He stopped. Partly to catch his breath, partly to process what he'd just thought.
There has to be some kind of rational explanation.
He looked around. The chilly October weather beat down on his raincoat as his breath turned to steam in front of him. The morning had taken a turn for the arctic, and its dour mood matched Carter's inner turmoil.
Yeah...if it wasn't the suit the explanation is I wanted to bang my mom. And I banged my mom.
His eyes followed the passage of cars on the main road, and the shiver of trees in the breeze. Halloween decorations, now overstaying their welcome after the fateful night had just passed, hung from many of the houses. Many he and Gail had trick-or-treated at the night before.
Let's go with the 'suit made me do it' for now.
He wandered and wondered. Other people have these TrueSuits right? This was made by a company, and shipped by a distributor, and created by a designer, etc...; all parts of a product's lifecycle interacted at some point with the fact these costumes basically had a mind of their own -- they didn't fall out of the fucking sky onto his and his mom's laps...right?
Hell, he could swear he remembered seeing someone else out last night in a similar costume. This can't be that niche.
No matter what, he told himself, I am not telling her what happened. Just play stupid. Play it cool.
With any luck she won't remember as much as I do...
* * *
It took time for the lingering subconscious awkwardness to dissipate. For both mother and son. Still ignorant of the truth of last night, Gail summoned her son and sat him down for a heart-to-heart conversation...
"Thanks for helping out last night," she said after a long, drawn-out sigh. Her warm expression caught Carter off-guard and put in his head all sorts of worrying thoughts.
"What?" he managed say whilst choking on the word.
Gail simply smiled and gave an honest answer to the best of her recollection: "thanks for bringing me out for Halloween! It's been years since I trick-or-treated with friends."
"Well I'm glad I was like a friend to you."
"Of course silly! Just because we're mother and son doesn't mean we can't be friends right?"
"I guess." Carter remained wary of any sudden flashes of last night's events in his mother's face. Fortunately she seemed to think all that happened was wholesome and above-board fun. That scare he had in her bed this morning when she mumbled his dad's name must've been written off as nothing more than part of a sexy dream.
"I gotta say," she continued, "I was really impressed with the quality of the costume. I hope your father didn't break the bank ordering these. I'll know next time I get our credit card statement!"
"Yeah, hope not," Carter chuckled, "I wouldn't want to hide something like that from you!"
Oblivious to the irony, Gail walked into the kitchen, leading her son by the hand and sitting him down. "Lunch?" she offered.
"Sure."
As she busied herself with foodstuffs, a question arose in her mind. A question that she uttered without a second thought, although she wondered why she did so soon after...
"Do you want to try them on again?"
Carter grew cold. A nervous chill ran through him. Oh shit -- did she remember!?
"Um, what do you mean by that?"
"We had fun right? And nothing went awry so I thought...look...I know it's weird and the suits themselves are a bit...inappropriate--"
"You can say that again! I don't even wanna think what you and dad were planning--"
"Carter! Mind out of the gutter please. I didn't raise a pervert."
No, just a motherfucker.
"Sorry mom."
"That's better. Now as I was saying: I liked hanging out with you as Judy."
More than hanging out, he thought; his mind fighting desperately to not verbalise his inner monologue.
"Oh, okay. I guess I liked hanging out with you as Nick, I had a good time," he replied without a lie.
"That's settled then," she beamed, "maybe we could wear them around the house. Just to get used to them..."
Carter raised his hand and cleared his throat. He watched his mother set down her things and focus on him, not their lunch.
"Before we go and do that," he mumbled, unsure of how to proceed, "I...uh...I should probably learn more about how they work. Y'know, so that we get the best use out of them."
"Hmm. You're probably right. I tried to understand what was going on in the suit when I first put it on. And you are better at computers than me."
"This is more than a computer," he chuffed.
"Yeah, but you know what I mean! Kids your age get modern technology. I'm just an old fossil when it comes to that."
"Hey don't put yourself down mom. I'm sure we'll both understand the suits. Eventually."
Gail shrugged, giving him a 'not-so-sure' look as she served him up a sandwich.
* * *
Acting on his suggestion, Carter went and found the TrueSuit boxes and rummaged around for any pamphlets or leaflets or booklets or and other kind of '-lets' to see if he could learn more. Failing that, he thought, he could always consult the Internet.
Yeah right -- and catch a virus from all the seedy places people use to discuss how they fuck while wearing these things. No thanks!
Bland corporate bullshit is what I'd prefer to start with.
Lo and behold, his prayers were answered! Pulling up a layer of padding material in one of the boxes yielded a small, dense booklet with multiple languages printed on it. Carter picked it up and started flicking through it.
It was hard to read the small text, and many sentences were heavy with jargon that he didn't fully understand, but as he flipped through he slowly began to understand. Not fully, and not entirely consciously, but since interfacing with the suit parts of the text started to leap off the page at him. He felt strange. The words didn't make sense, neither did their arrangement (even though he made sure to stick with the English paragraphs, he wasn't dumb enough to read the French instructions and complain). Nothing was clear yet at the same time it seemed like it was. A curious feeling, and one that washed over him as he read.
Pieces, fragments of information settled in his mind and occupied his thoughts. This was the doing of the TrueSuit no doubt. As if it had reached into his mind and translated the spirit of the text rather than the literal words on the page. He 'got it' at some fundamental level, but doubted he could explain it to anyone else -- least of all his mom (and he didn't want to lest she remember what they'd done).
Equipped now with an intuitive but inscrutable understanding, he set the instruction booklet down and reviewed the rest of the packaging. He gleaned little from the marketing blurbs and bullet-lists of features, except for one:
TRUESUIT IMMERSIVE ROLEPLAY SYSTEM
That's the one, he said to himself, that's what's fucking with our brains.
"I'm sure there's a way to turn it off."
Looking around and seeing no-one, Carter fetched the Nick Wilde headpiece and slid it on. Interacting with the head on its own felt different. Incomplete. Obviously it didn't take a genius to recognise that you needed to whole suit on to get the full effect of the brainwashing!
But still, Carter had enough wherewithal to navigate the augmented reality displays that opened when he thought hard enough. And soon he was able to explore the suit's features. Probing its operating system's depths for hidden knowledge. Information he desperately wanted to find, to complete the remaining gaps he had about how the suit functioned.
It was tantalising close. However some things were just too out-of-reach.
Cursing his luck, he removed the headpiece and turned to practical matters.
If this thing has a memory...if the characters retain what happened...
He paused, thinking through the likelihood that the role-play system's character could bleed into his mind -- implanting false memories alongside true ones; worse still: false emotions, false wants and needs...