
It was good to finally get a break from being a white mage for once! Erakir was at a convention with all kinds of people, a convention to meet, greet, get art, stories, and so much more! Of course, a lot of people from all over the world here for more than just that, often intimate relationships were the goal, but not for him. He walked with a bag in hand and yellow scarf around his neck, intent on meeting a new friend that Khloe told him about. He didn’t get many details, but he heard this new person was very sexual in nature. Not that he minded, heck he was all the more curious to see who they were! The moogle put his hand on the door handle, opened it up, and stepped inside into the dark room. His friends said to meet that new person in here and that they were going to throw them a surprise birthday party after all, so it was to be expected that it was dark.

“SURPRISE!” The lights brightly lit up and the many furry creatures Erakir was expecting, all of his friends, jumped up to greet him. Furry creatures of all sorts, including that very foxy maid Khloe, and an equine he swore he didn’t recognize, but she seemed so familiar. There was also various pokemorphs he knew before, and several that he didn’t. He was quick to cover his eyes, and then chuckled at the many happy faces that were greeting him. He looked up and saw the banner. ‘Happy first convention!’ and he knew how wrong they all were, especially for someone like Erakir! “That’s cute guys!” He said with a laugh. “But let’s turn off the lights and wait for the ‘real’ newcomer.”

“Don’t be silly!” A familiar fox maid walked up to Erakir and gave him a playful slap on the back. “You ARE the newcomer, Vee!” He turned to the rest of the furries with a grin on his face. “I told you he liked to play dumb!”

“Dumb AND cute. He’ll make a nice plaything.” A dark colored horse said with a chuckle.

Erakir casually chuckled and waved at the horse. He vaguely remembered a horse, but he was pretty sure they were brown in color, not black… oh well, Erakir knew a lot of people! It was only natural to forget some now and then. However, did Khloe call him Vee? Was that the name of the eevee they were expecting? “Really funny Khloe, come on. We have to get ready.”

“Nonsense. Now that you’re here, we can show you what these conventions are all about!” Khloe led Erakir to the back of the room. “Oh yes, you can’t forget your con badge!”

His con badge? How could he ever forget that! Erakir was sure he had it on him, right underneath that yellow scarf. However, as he dug under his clothing he found…nothing. Well, forgetting it now and then was to be expected. “Okay, thanks. Now, I’m telling you I’m not…” He glanced down at the badge. A custom made badge of an eevee wearing pink clothing sporting a huge grin, complete with showing off a small bulge in their yellow colored underwear, all with a big sporty name underneath. “Vee?” He raised his head as he walked along with Khloe. “Come on, I already caught onto the gag, you can drop the act.”

“Alright alright Vee. I know I’m not your type.” Khloe turned Erakir towards a glaceon anthro. “But I know someone who is!”

The glaceon grinned down at Erakir. While he was still only of average height, Erakir as a moogle was so small. The glaceon took Erakir’s hand and put his head to his crotch. “He’s a little short for the cocksucking size, but he’ll grow into it, I’m sure.” The glaceon said with a laugh.

Erakir didn’t know what hit him! He went from being greeted by everyone to suddenly ‘nearly’ face first in a crotch. His saving grace was his height. He was just a bit too small, though his big ears felt that cock and that throbbing excited sensation from the glaceon anthro. Deep down he was confused. He knew there were these sorts of things that went on at conventions. He himself participated in them on occasion, but not for the whole thing! He thought back to his last convention…and drew a blank at what happened. He recalled Khloe and various other pokemon anthros, but…that didn’t seem right, and it wasn’t even at a convention but at a club of all places! 

Hours passed by at the event. People talked, laughed, and Erakir sat on a chair with a stool to help support him, still as confused as ever as to why everyone was calling him Vee. If this was a prank, it was certainly a well thought out one! He overheard the talk of so many sexual encounters and how he was inevitably going to do such things. He was free from the glaceon’s grasp, but he didn’t escape a male espeon and a female umbreon side by side next to him. The male espeon’s tail slid through a hole in the back of the chair, curled around, and teased Erakir’s crotch. He was sure others knew about it, yet nobody was doing anything to stop it! At least the food was good, though that was the only positive thing he made throughout this ordeal.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, Erakir watched one by one. Many of them gave him a hug and even a kiss on the cheek, several of the males talking about how he’d see them soon. He then turned his attention to the doorway once everyone had left. The room he was in was one of the many convention rooms the hotel had. They reserved this room all for him, all to ‘introduce’ him to what these conventions were really like. He had to get his head straight though. He had already checked in to his hotel! He had a name badge, his gear, everything! He just had to get to his room and everything would be just fine. He marched out of the convention room and arrived at the elevator. He pressed the button back up, and then paused. “Huh…” He swore he had to jump up to reach this button before, yet now he merely had to reach up to it.
With a ding, his mind returned to him, and it was back to his hotel room!

Back at his room, he was relieved to see the same bed, the same window, it was as if his friends really did play a very elaborate trick on him. “I must have just forgot I was able to reach the elevator without my wings before.” He said with a chuckle before going to his suitcase, and then froze.

His suitcase, that white case he brought was now yellow. Moreover, as he opened it up, it was filled with entirely different things! Sex toys! Dildos, magazines, lube, and very revealing clothing. “Okay, very funny!” He called out, sure there was a camera here. He dug around his room and found nothing, not even his old former name badge. He was sure this was his room, he was let in after all and nobody took his card key! “Dammit…” The only thing he found was a note from the glaceon from before, something he wasn’t sure how he got, but then again he didn’t know how he had the rest of this stuff either! “I bet he has my stuff. I don’t know HOW they swapped my suitcase, but they must have done that!” With a huff, two fists, and a scowl on his face, he marched right back out of his room and followed the directions of that note. Luckily, it wasn’t far from his room, even on the same floor!

Erakir gave a hard knock, though with his stature it sounded normal. He then turned his attention to the doorknob. Something was definitely off. He was able to reach it much better than before even without those wings! He shifted his clothing with a frustrated grunt. He would have changed, yet all of the clothing he had was…suggestive.

The door opened up and there was that glaceon, a big male glaceon wearing a regular shirt and pants with that bulge between his legs, something Erakir was now at a ‘perfect’ height to see. “Ah, hey there Vee. So you got my note? I noticed how nervous you were when we were all gathered to greet you, so I figure maybe you prefer a little one on one first. Come on in!”

Erakir marched inside with a scowl. The interior of this hotel room looked the exact same as his own, just with a different suitcase set up and a few other things, including sexual toys on the counter he was sure belonged to the glaceon. “Yeah yeah. Look, I know it’s all some elaborate scheme to make me pretend to be someone I’m not. I know for a fact who I am. I’m Erakir, not Vee. I’m a moogle, not an eevee, and as for the sexual stuff…” he paused. “Okay, I’m into a lot of sexual things, but that’s not all who I am! I’m a white mage!”

“You’re very cute pretending to be some weird…what did you call it, moogle thing?” The glaceon closed the door behind Erakir and a simple ‘click’ locked it. “And a white mage? Man, you really think magic exists? Sheesh.” The glaceon flicked their tail and a chill suddenly filled the air. “Come on Vee. If you wanna pretend to be a moogle, that’s fine, but you know who you really are.”

Erakir rubbed his head in confusion. He held up his hand and tried to perform white mage magic, a simple spell to resist the coldness in the room, yet nothing happened. “Huh?” He was sure he knew such magic, yet… he tried another spell, and then another. He had lost track of what kind of magic he wanted to cast, mainly that he was trying to do something. “I’m a moogle. Look, I’ve got a pompom and everything!” He pointed at that blue pompom that bopped up and down as he nodded.

The glaceon casually stepped in front of Erakir, reached down, and… pop he popped off that pompom and set them down, showing off a brown headband it was attached to. “That’s cute you like to disguise yourself as that moogle, but come on, you’re not showing off your true colors at all! It’s your first convention, and there’s a LOT of sex at these conventions, how much of that have you had so far? I bet you didn’t take it in the ass once since you got here!”

Erakir let out a yelp. That signature pompom! One of the few things that made moogles, moogles! He didn’t even question why the band was brown, he wanted that back! He was…he was sure that it was real, even if this pokemon plucked it from him as if it were nothing more than an accessory a fursuiter might have. Then, he heard the glaceon mention the other thing. “I…I know there’s sex at conventions, but they’re not all like that!”

“How would you know? You haven’t been to one yet.” The glaceon chuckled and pulled down his pants, showing that shaft pulsing and throbbing not far from Erakir’s face. “Don’t you remember though? Khloe invited you, you were super shy, we insisted you try it out, and now we’re going to show you what these conventions are all about.”

Erakir was more confused than ever, and just like that, this glaceon exposed himself right in front of him! The sight of that shaft made his eyes bulge and his own shaft pulse to life. He tried to remember why he went to this convention, yet the glaceon’s words felt so true. He heard about conventions, he swore he had been to one yet he didn’t recall what happened at them. “But I’m…” He oddly recalled being so shy. He was a big fan of sex, but coming out was so hard. These conventions though… they made it…so easy, right? What other purpose did he have to attend? The more he looked at the glaceon, the more he recognized him as well, though he was sure someone was doing something. He swiftly glanced around for any sign of the espeon or umbreon, only to see nobody. “I don’t really understand…” He said quietly. Still, there was a huge cock directly in front of him, and his head was telling him exactly what he wanted to do with it.

“You will.” The glaceon grabbed the back of Erakir’s head. “Come on Vee, do what feels natural. Do what feels right. I can see it in those eyes.”

Vee shuddered at the paw behind his back…no, he meant Erakir. Erakir shuddered! He moved closer to that shaft and gave it a slow lick, sensing the pulsing throbbing feeling. Glaceon was an ice type, but his shaft was so warm and inviting. Unable to help himself, he wrapped his mouth around the tip of that cock. He knew something was still so off about all of this, but… he’d figure it out once he was done with this glaceon. Maybe Khloe knew something, or any other of those eevee evolutions might know something. Part of him figured that espeon must have done something to his head. He’d have to get answers, and he’d get them! Just as soon as he was done with this glaceon.

The glaceon grinned and shuddered. His hand applied just a bit of force, pushing Erakir down farther on his cock. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re a femboy eevee. That’s what you are.” He said with a chuckle. “A horny little one at that…mmm really get in there. The wetter you make it, the better it’ll go into that ass. I ain’t exactly a vaporeon.”

Erakir wanted to argue, he wasn’t an eevee! He was…he was still confident he was a moogle. The pompom being fake proved nothing. He just wasn’t ‘entirely’ a moogle, that was it. He closed his eyes and moved his lips down to the hilt of that cock. His ears flickered as the glaceon spoke, ears that he swore were once at the top of his head… he sensed changes happening to his very body, but he couldn’t escape the glaceon’s cock. It wasn’t because the pokemon was holding him down, no. It was because he…wanted it, he wanted to suck off this glaceon. He held onto the glaceon’s balls and flexed his fingers, only to realize that his hands too were changing, altering into short stubby paws. “Mmmph…” Someone, or something was changing him! He had to fight it, he had…he had…he had to get this cock in his rear, THEN he’d fight this! He popped off the glaceon’s cock and smiled at the pokemon anthro. “Okay but…let’s just…let’s pretend I’m Erakir, okay?” He spoke with a sly smirk. This was a convention to pretend you were supposed to be something else after all! “So…don’t um…don’t call me Vee.”

The glaceon raised a brow at Erakir, but then laughed heavily. “Of course, of course! Erakir the moogle, right? That thing with the pompom and those weird wings, and a yellow scarf and all that crap.” The glaceon helped Erakir pull off that scarf, as well as the rest of his clothing for that matter, undressing the… well, ‘mostly’ moogle creature. “Can I get to fucking Erakir’s ass then? He’s made me nice and ready, and I need that kind of hole.”

Erakir watched as the glaceon undressed him and tossed that clothing aside. His jacket, his striped shirt, his yellow scarf, the very same one that seemed so…he was sure it was important to him, wasn’t it? But no, not now. He didn’t bother looking at himself in the mirror. He was still short, a bit tanner and browner, but that wasn’t going to stop him. His needs, this glaceon’s needs, they both needed one thing. Erakir got onto the bed and grabbed his legs. He raised those legs up to his head and smiled at the glaceon. “Y-you certainly can!” He turned his eyes to the left, and to the right. His feet, his moogle feet were that of paws. White paws with hints of brown, but paws, big paws that would serve cocks well. “B-but remember, I’m Erakir at this convention!”

“Even though your tag says Vee?” The glaceon got on top of Erakir. That slick shaft of his pressed firmly against the exposed ass of the moogle’s. “Of course. You can be whoever you want to be.” The glaceon slid his shaft in, bit by bit with his hands on both sides of Erakir. He leaned down and kissed him deeply, slowly moving in and out of that rear.

Erakir opened his mouth in a sharp gasp. “Vee!” He shouted, and then paused. Vee? Moogles didn’t say Vee! Moogles said…said…well…it wasn’t important what they said. He was just…roleplaying as one, wasn’t he? Yeah, he was really an eevee, a femboy eevee at his first convention! But… but…that’s right, he was getting his butt fucked, rammed by a glaceon anthro, and happily so. He released those paws and placed them on the glaceon’s shoulders, letting out a soft moan. Those big brown paws rested atop that glaceon as he tried to think about his situation. His own shaft pulsed and throbbed so heavily, so wanting to cum. He knew this wasn’t right, but at the same time…why would it have been wrong if it felt sooo good?

“Heh, watching those gears in your head spin is so cute.” The glaceon chuckled. “It’s your first convention. Let loose and have fun.” He said before giving Erakir another deep kiss, not hesitating to slip that tongue in, all while he continued humping and pumping that behind, pushing his cock back and forth, that slick leaking hints of pre-cum into that ass.

Erakir gripped the sheets with those paws. Those big brown paws he swore were hands not too long ago, but yet…were they? No…being with pokemon felt so right. He let out a gasp and moaned as glaceon filled his ass with seed. His own shaft pulsing and cumming along with it, pumping seed right onto the bedsheets. Yet it was normal to dirty a bed so much…it had to be. His rear clenched that shaft, taking in every last drop of cum the glaceon had to give him. All of this, and he didn’t even know the glaceon’s name! But… it hardly mattered. The sex was great and, as he collapsed onto the bed with his crotch on top of the sheets he soaked with cum, the glaceon gave him another kiss on the cheek.

“There you go. You’re getting into what these conventions are all about!” The glaceon slid that shaft out of Erakir’s ass. “We can try again with a big giant party and a huge orgy later whenever you’re up to it. Of course, if you prefer more one on ones, well…I wouldn’t mind more of that. I bet you’re already thinking of the next round, you perverted slut you.”

Erakir stumbled as he pulled himself off that bed. He slipped on his clothing, shuddering as he felt the cum in his ass press against his cheeks as he slipped on his underwear. His clothing was definitely tighter than before, barely hiding that rear with a shirt that showed off a brown furry midriff. He couldn’t blame the glaceon for what felt so confusing with his head. He was sure he was another species, not a pokemon! He was also certain there was more to conventions than sex, but what else was there? Khloe could have easily set up the prank to make him think this was his first convention, and damn he was good at it, but Erakir knew otherwise! “It must be that espeon.” He mumbled. Yes, the only one out of the crowd who could have truly messed with his head was a psychic type, a type he had to visit to set things right! Despite his ill-fitting clothing, he pulled up his pants as high as he could, letting the top of his ass spill out along with a big fluffy tail and marched out ot the glaceon’s room without so much as saying goodbye. He grabbed his yellow signature scarf in hand and a look of determination on his face. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
Preferably without becoming a bottom.

Erakir went into the elevator, pressed a button, and traversed to another floor. He didn’t even think about where he was going, he simply went to another floor. During this time, he turned and spotted the convention floor from the glass elevator, blushing as he knew he had just exposed the top part of that rear. Yet…it felt right, like he should be doing this, like this was who he was meant to be. No! He was Erakir, not Vee! And his species was… something white and furry that had wings and a pompom and…he didn’t even think about grabbing his pompom! The glaceon still had it like it was some sort of accessory. And his wings…he hadn’t felt them in a long time. He reached back with his brown furry paw only to realize they were no longer there at all, having vanished without him even thinking about it. ‘Me without wings! That’s… that’s…that’s right? I’m so…confused.’
*Ding*

The elevator opened up and Erakir walked up to another room in the hotel. It was so convenient that everyone was staying in this same giant hotel! Even if it did all look the same. As he knocked on the next door, he paused and wondered how he knew where he was going. The glaceon slipped him a paper, but this door…he was confident nobody told him about this door. For all he knew, he was knocking on the door that belonged to nobody, or a random stranger! …he wondered how big their cock would be if they had one.

The door opened up and there it was, a purple colored espeon anthro, though with a bit more pokemon than anthro. He stood a few feet taller than Erakir with a glowing gem and two slightly longer whiskers. He had a feminine looking face, though the rest of his body was flat with only ‘slightly’ more boyish proportions than Erakir. “Oh good, you found me.” The espeon said with a laugh. “I thought you would never pick up my signals!”

“Signals?” Well, that explains how Erakir found him so easily. Regardless, he stepped into the room with a scowl on his face. “Look, I know something’s going on with my head, and I know you’re the one doing it. I didn’t know where you were, and there’s all this…all this other stuff in my head! Everyone keeps calling me who I’m not, and, and…it’s not my first convention!” He yelled at this espeon as if he knew the pokemon. He was confident he didn’t! Well… maybe he did somehow? He was losing track. Not moments ago he had a glaceon ram his ass and that had a… strange sense of familiarity to it.

“You are WAY too tense, Vee. You wanted to cosplay as some weird moogle creature, we told you that being a creature like that isn’t what these conventions are about, and then you got upset. Now, I want you to have a seat on the bed, right in front of the mirror I set up, and relax.” The espeon closed the door with a slight smile. “It’s true I may have helped you find my room, but I’m not doing any other screwing around. That is, unless you want it. You know Bree would jump at that.”

Bree? Yes, the female umbreon, a very dominant one at that. Erakir imagined himself with a collar on his neck held down by that Bree with a paw over his face. That thought alone made him so excited the shaft between his legs pulsed to life again. He took a seat on the bed as instructed and looked at himself. No longer was there any sign that there ever was a moogle. A brown furry eevee anthro looked back at him, one that looked as if he had been in college for maybe a year or two and was just getting into experimenting, complete with a tuft of hair and holding onto a yellow scarf, all while the clothing he wore was much too tight. He was an eevee anthro, brown colored with a big brown fluffy tail, small paw hands, and large paws for his feet. He scooted off the bed and got onto the ground, not desiring to see himself in a form that looked so… right? He heard moogle and it sounded unfamiliar, something he couldn’t even picture in his head anymore. “Fine then. If I don’t know anything about conventions, tell me about them.” He threw his head back onto the carpeted floor. He was so certain what he was walking into! Yet now, he was unsure what was even going on.

“You’re also too angry.” The espeon’s tail flickered. He took a seat on the bed and raised his paws, showing them off in rainbow colored stockings. After a small wiggle, he put one ontop of Erakir’s chest, and another on his crotch. He pushed Erakir to the floor playfully with one paw while the other stroked the growing erection between his legs. “It’s a convention where you let loose and be yourself, you be who you really are. Some people like to play pretend, but we know that you’re happy being that little femboy eevee, aren’t you?”

Erakir landed against the ground. His legs immediately spread when that paw went onto his cock and he shuddered. That soft supple large purple paw with only their clothing in the way. This seemed so familiar. He recalled the umbreon loving to do this the most…yet Esper, the espeon doing it was just as good. “Y-yeah conventions are like that…and I wanted to be…” He paused, and then he recalled the time with the glaceon. “I wanted to be a moogle! I’m a moogle deep down, I swear it!”

“I’m sure you are.” Esper’s paws pulled down Erakir’s pants and underwear again, showing off that bare shaft once more fully erect, a cock average in size, but one that was used to so much sex that it gave Erakir only a short amount of time before he could cum again. Esper pressed the tips of his paws onto Erakir’s balls while the heel shifted slowly along the shaft. “But you’re also a sluttly little femboy, aren’t you? A little Vee femboy who loves it when their eon friends have fun with him.”

“Vee!” Erakir’s legs straightened. Feeling that huge thick paw, now with only the stocking in the way, was a heavenly feeling. That paw was so much larger than him! He had grown as an eevee but, for all intents, was still on the shorter side. “Ah…I…” He tried to think, but arousal made that so hard. He imagined himself with Khloe, with all of these eevee evolutions, and with all of his friends that greeted him at this convention. A huge orgy with all of him in this form would be so humiliating, yet… he was craving it. A cock in his ass, his shaft getting a tit job, and his maw on another cock, just going all night with that. It would be difficult to get everyone together for that. Sure, Erakir traveled around from time to time and was able to meet up with everyone, but it was rare they were all able to get together! It made orgies that much more possible! “Uhnn…V-vee…” He slowly nodded. The pressure already building up between his legs. He reached down and grabbed that other paw, just as it went down to his crotch to join the first. Both of Esper’s paws now stroked his shaft slowly, with his toes right between the tip of his exposed shaft.

“You can always go dressed up as a moogle, if that’s what you really want. A silly little moogle with a silly little name” Esper’s paws curled around Erakir’s tip. One paw briefly got off his cock to grab that yellow scarf, the same one Vee held onto. He placed the scarf over the tip of Vee’s cock before going back to stroking with those big fat paw digits. “We won’t judge you for it. But at the end of the day, you shouldn’t forget who you are. You also can’t forget how…unimportant that moogle is. Era…whatever his name is, might value this scarf, but to you? Why…it’s nothing but a cumrag, isn’t it?”

“V-vee!” Erakir…no, Vee, agreed with Esper. He was sure Esper was doing something to him, but it didn’t matter. He was a horny little femboy eevee. He wanted to go as a silly moogle creature, a creature with wings and a pompom with white fur and…he wasn’t sure why he wanted to go as that. Maybe because it was short like him? Either way, his paws curled and he let out a moan as he orgasmed once more, cumming not onto the paws that teased his shaft, but the yellow scarf Esper had set down. It was true, that scarf really was nothing to him now, nothing but a thing that now had to be cleaned thanks to Esper. He wasn’t sure what exactly he wore but… he’d worry about that once he got back to his room. The one thing he knew was that the clothing he had on now was much too small for his form. For ‘Erakir’ that weird moogle creature it worked, but not Vee the femboy eevee with a big busty rear ready to take a cock at any time! He smiled up at Esper and slowly scooted back. “Uhn…y-yeah you’re right. Sorry I overreacted. I feel much better now!”

Esper gave Vee a hug and a big beaming smile of his own. “That’s good! Glad I could help. I’d tell you to go back to your room, but this is a convention! You’re free to do whatever you want with whoever you want and however you want!” He paused. “But I would advise putting some new clothes on at the very least.”

Vee looked down at himself just as the scarf fell from his body. “Eh heh, point taken. Okay, I’ll do just that.” He pulled his shorts back up, his shaft still dripping seed and his crotch wet but he didn’t care. He walked out of that room and went back to his own, intent on putting on some of those nice looking clothes he saw! Anything was better than these tight clothes that the moogle he wanted to dress as wore! He could dress up as a moogle another way.

Esper chuckled as Vee left. He picked up the yellow scarf, dripping with seed, and tossed it in the trash. “I don’t think our little Vee will be needing this anymore. I look forward to showing him even more about what these conventions are all about.”
