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But Kent wasn’t expecting anyone at this time, he hadn’t invited any friends over, and with the buzz he had, he opened the door. Sitting outside was an action packer. Something big enough to pack a suit or two and more.\n‘What the fuck’ he thought, and bought it inside. Convention time was something he relished, a time to get completely wasted and fuck strangers. Kent didn’t have a mate or anyone he admired, but rather was a lurker type furry, tending to ghost cons and get some action on the side when not completely intoxicated. He opened the packer and saw inside the most elaborate fursuit ever. It was a one of those plush suits that he had seen online. Completely padded body, thick plush handpaws, something to be envied when he saw it . Packed with the suit was a note that read “Enjoy it as much as I have, I’m done with the suit and won’t need it anymore.”\nThe suit inside was a golden brown collie. Beautiful fur, mastercraft construction, something that would cost several grand to make. The ears were the perfect button type, the eyes were soft and inviting, and the muzzle had dopey grin on it, more of a cartoon suit than a realistic one. He pulled the body from the box and noticed it was all one piece, and thickly padded.\nOdd.. something like this was too valuable to give away, but since he had no suit of his own, and this seemed to be a present sent from someone who had a lot to spare, he accepted it. Ignoring the massive hard on he had, Kent slipped on his under amour pants and shirt then proceeded to pull on the padded suit. After slipping into the handpaws, he realized the he would need help to get the zipper up. ‘Perhaps there was someone passing by to give him a helping paw.\nWhile passing by the mirror he stopped to admire himself. He ran the thick padded paws up the body in the mirror, such a sexy collie. Good thing the suit had ample padding to hide his massive erection, other wise there would be a large lump in the crotch. He didn’t bother to grab his conbadge and room key from the dresser, as he pawed at the door till the handle clicked open, letting him out.\nIn the hall he let the door close, in a chemical trance of testosterone he was too busy to worry about how to get back in. He spotted a cheetah suiter in the hall and waved to his back, letting him see the open zipper. The cheetah nodded and fumbled with the zipper, having clunky paws himself, managed to get the zipper up to his neck and patted him on the head, giving him the “OK” and he was sealed up.\nAfter feeling the zipper hit home, Kent wriggled the shoulders to seat the suit fully. He felt like a sexy collie, the golden fur, the floppy ears. He was in love. Whoever sent the suit he owed a big favor to. This was turning out to be the best day of his life.\nHe spent the next several hours on the convention floor, acting stupid and posing for pictures. Spending little time in the headless lounge to cool, or outside. He never said a word, but rather waved his plush paws and turned his head away when someone asked what his fur name was. He felt an urge to stay silent, something he though he’d never do in suit.\nDuring the time he was in suit, Kent got invited to a room party and consumed several highly alcoholic drinks, enough to add a cushy feeling to his already plush fursuit prison. He was grinding up against a skunk when he was held tight, and asked to join the skunk in his private room. Without a second though, he nodded and hugged the critter.\nDancing in a happy state of mind, the golden brown plush collie followed the skunk to a different part of the hotel. The two walked inside the skunk’s room and the collie laid on the bed while the skunk grabbed some things. Swimming in drunken desire, Kent eyed the skunk as he came closer with a collar.\nThoughts drifted though his head as to what the collar was for, but he just watched through the suit’s eyes as the skunk bought it around his neck, but didn’t buckle it. A few seconds later, the fursuiter brought a black plastic bag to bear, and slipped it over the collie head and tightened the belt, so it wouldn’t pull off.\n‘Kinky’ Kent thought, as he playfully pulled at the bag, indicating that he was ready for what was to come. He had heard of breath play as a sexual aphrodisiac, but never tried it himself. But whatever it was about it, made him hard. He breathed normal as he felt the crotch zipper slide open and his constrained erection pop free in the air.\nHe made a joking gesture as the skunk ‘s breathe came closer to his cock, and eventually surrounding it. Kent huffed into the plastic bag as the black and white critter got to work.\nMentally he counted the seconds as the bag grew stale, two minutes and he felt a panic. The air inside the bag was growing thin, and he needed a breath of fresh air. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his chest, someone sat on it. It wasn’t the skunk, as he was still tending to his cock. The figure didn’t register though the thick bag, but rather just sat there.\nKent thought this as a joke, but as the air thinned to near dangerous portions, he gasped and heaved, his lungs burning, trying to breathe in new air that was not going to happen. The plastic bag stopped that, and as he got more desperate, he pawed at t he bag with is paws. But the thick plush padded hands didn’t do anything but slip off. He couldn’t talk, he hadn’t felt like talking since he put the suit on, he merely gasped giant lungfulls of used up air, no new oxygen.\nHe wanted to plead, to try and get the skunk and whoever was on his chest to get off and pull his suffocation off his head. No words were exchanged, the figure sat on his chest, the skunk continued to suck his cock, and Kent kept trying to pull the plastic bag off with padded paws to no avail. Even trying to unto the belt proved useless. The suit was designed to well, to prevent any use of the hands.\nAfter a bit more time, he felt light headed, the feeling just before you passed out. And even though the bag was black, Kent saw a black tunnel form in front of his eyes, his movements became less coordinated as his lungs burned from lack of oxygen. He felt his arms drop to the side of the bed as a growing pleasure build in his cock.\nAt the threshold, he orgasmed. The last bit of black creeping in as he felt his cock pumping out pleasure of un imaginable portions. He shivered had huffed hard as he felt the world fade out.\n\nFor some reason the skunk had packed two extra action packers. And as the collie had left a giant orgasm dripping from him mouth inside the fursuit, he emptied the one and began to pull his fursuit off. In truth, the moment he pulled the Plush collie to himself at the party he tuned out. It was more like a trance from then on. His friend as well, in the raccoon fursuit. They both seemed to be able to communicate with each other without talking. They both just did as the felt was right.\nThe collie laid on the bed for another half an hour before he pulled the bag off. The occupant of the suit was long dead, and he began to un suit the body to put it in the action packer. The Raccoon unsuited and picked up a piece of paper and began to write.\nThe two worked for twenty minutes, the raccoon suiter wrote a note, and the raccoon packed the plush collie suit into his extra action packer, having already put the body of the previous owner into his other one.\nBoth were in a trance as they stacked the two action packers on a cart and wheeled them into the hallway. The moved to the elevator and selected a floor. When they arrived they moved into the hall and placed the action packer with the plush suit at a door down the hall, and knocked, then moved quickly away. They both headed to the raccoon’s car, in a mindless trance.\n\n****************\n\n‘Good god’ It was 10 am, and Richard hadn’t gotten as much sleep as he wanted. Having been drunk as hell a few hours ago he opened the door to see an action packer. He didn’t bring a suit, but just dragged the package inside.\nHe opened it and was inside an amazing golden collie suit staring up at him, and saw a note. 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Sooo\nThe suit has no owner, it's a magical suit that draws off of the wearer's life force, reaching the max level of power when it absorbs a life being snuffed out.\nIt can control other's minds to get them to do the killing, because a life taken by force is alot more powerful than one given freely. After the deed is done, the suit uses its powers to use the able bodies to get rid of the corpse, and then pack it up to give to another where the cycle starts all over again.\nScanner raped the picture... ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Odd.
There was a knock at the door at 12pm. But Kent wasn’t expecting anyone at this time, he hadn’t invited any friends over, and with the buzz he had, he opened the door. Sitting outside was an action packer. Something big enough to pack a suit or two and more.
‘What the fuck’ he thought, and bought it inside. Convention time was something he relished, a time to get completely wasted and fuck strangers. Kent didn’t have a mate or anyone he admired, but rather was a lurker type furry, tending to ghost cons and get some action on the side when not completely intoxicated. He opened the packer and saw inside the most elaborate fursuit ever. It was a one of those plush suits that he had seen online. Completely padded body, thick plush handpaws, something to be envied when he saw it . Packed with the suit was a note that read “Enjoy it as much as I have, I’m done with the suit and won’t need it anymore.”
The suit inside was a golden brown collie. Beautiful fur, mastercraft construction, something that would cost several grand to make. The ears were the perfect button type, the eyes were soft and inviting, and the muzzle had dopey grin on it, more of a cartoon suit than a realistic one. He pulled the body from the box and noticed it was all one piece, and thickly padded.
Odd.. something like this was too valuable to give away, but since he had no suit of his own, and this seemed to be a present sent from someone who had a lot to spare, he accepted it. Ignoring the massive hard on he had, Kent slipped on his under amour pants and shirt then proceeded to pull on the padded suit. After slipping into the handpaws, he realized the he would need help to get the zipper up. ‘Perhaps there was someone passing by to give him a helping paw.
While passing by the mirror he stopped to admire himself. He ran the thick padded paws up the body in the mirror, such a sexy collie. Good thing the suit had ample padding to hide his massive erection, other wise there would be a large lump in the crotch. He didn’t bother to grab his conbadge and room key from the dresser, as he pawed at the door till the handle clicked open, letting him out.
In the hall he let the door close, in a chemical trance of testosterone he was too busy to worry about how to get back in. He spotted a cheetah suiter in the hall and waved to his back, letting him see the open zipper. The cheetah nodded and fumbled with the zipper, having clunky paws himself, managed to get the zipper up to his neck and patted him on the head, giving him the “OK” and he was sealed up.
After feeling the zipper hit home, Kent wriggled the shoulders to seat the suit fully. He felt like a sexy collie, the golden fur, the floppy ears. He was in love. Whoever sent the suit he owed a big favor to. This was turning out to be the best day of his life.
He spent the next several hours on the convention floor, acting stupid and posing for pictures. Spending little time in the headless lounge to cool, or outside. He never said a word, but rather waved his plush paws and turned his head away when someone asked what his fur name was. He felt an urge to stay silent, something he though he’d never do in suit.
During the time he was in suit, Kent got invited to a room party and consumed several highly alcoholic drinks, enough to add a cushy feeling to his already plush fursuit prison. He was grinding up against a skunk when he was held tight, and asked to join the skunk in his private room. Without a second though, he nodded and hugged the critter.
Dancing in a happy state of mind, the golden brown plush collie followed the skunk to a different part of the hotel. The two walked inside the skunk’s room and the collie laid on the bed while the skunk grabbed some things. Swimming in drunken desire, Kent eyed the skunk as he came closer with a collar.
Thoughts drifted though his head as to what the collar was for, but he just watched through the suit’s eyes as the skunk bought it around his neck, but didn’t buckle it. A few seconds later, the fursuiter brought a black plastic bag to bear, and slipped it over the collie head and tightened the belt, so it wouldn’t pull off.
‘Kinky’ Kent thought, as he playfully pulled at the bag, indicating that he was ready for what was to come. He had heard of breath play as a sexual aphrodisiac, but never tried it himself. But whatever it was about it, made him hard. He breathed normal as he felt the crotch zipper slide open and his constrained erection pop free in the air.
He made a joking gesture as the skunk ‘s breathe came closer to his cock, and eventually surrounding it. Kent huffed into the plastic bag as the black and white critter got to work.
Mentally he counted the seconds as the bag grew stale, two minutes and he felt a panic. The air inside the bag was growing thin, and he needed a breath of fresh air. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his chest, someone sat on it. It wasn’t the skunk, as he was still tending to his cock. The figure didn’t register though the thick bag, but rather just sat there.
Kent thought this as a joke, but as the air thinned to near dangerous portions, he gasped and heaved, his lungs burning, trying to breathe in new air that was not going to happen. The plastic bag stopped that, and as he got more desperate, he pawed at t he bag with is paws. But the thick plush padded hands didn’t do anything but slip off. He couldn’t talk, he hadn’t felt like talking since he put the suit on, he merely gasped giant lungfulls of used up air, no new oxygen.
He wanted to plead, to try and get the skunk and whoever was on his chest to get off and pull his suffocation off his head. No words were exchanged, the figure sat on his chest, the skunk continued to suck his cock, and Kent kept trying to pull the plastic bag off with padded paws to no avail. Even trying to unto the belt proved useless. The suit was designed to well, to prevent any use of the hands.
After a bit more time, he felt light headed, the feeling just before you passed out. And even though the bag was black, Kent saw a black tunnel form in front of his eyes, his movements became less coordinated as his lungs burned from lack of oxygen. He felt his arms drop to the side of the bed as a growing pleasure build in his cock.
At the threshold, he orgasmed. The last bit of black creeping in as he felt his cock pumping out pleasure of un imaginable portions. He shivered had huffed hard as he felt the world fade out.

For some reason the skunk had packed two extra action packers. And as the collie had left a giant orgasm dripping from him mouth inside the fursuit, he emptied the one and began to pull his fursuit off. In truth, the moment he pulled the Plush collie to himself at the party he tuned out. It was more like a trance from then on. His friend as well, in the raccoon fursuit. They both seemed to be able to communicate with each other without talking. They both just did as the felt was right.
The collie laid on the bed for another half an hour before he pulled the bag off. The occupant of the suit was long dead, and he began to un suit the body to put it in the action packer. The Raccoon unsuited and picked up a piece of paper and began to write.
The two worked for twenty minutes, the raccoon suiter wrote a note, and the raccoon packed the plush collie suit into his extra action packer, having already put the body of the previous owner into his other one.
Both were in a trance as they stacked the two action packers on a cart and wheeled them into the hallway. The moved to the elevator and selected a floor. When they arrived they moved into the hall and placed the action packer with the plush suit at a door down the hall, and knocked, then moved quickly away. They both headed to the raccoon’s car, in a mindless trance.

****************

‘Good god’ It was 10 am, and Richard hadn’t gotten as much sleep as he wanted. Having been drunk as hell a few hours ago he opened the door to see an action packer. He didn’t bring a suit, but just dragged the package inside.
He opened it and was inside an amazing golden collie suit staring up at him, and saw a note. He picked it up and read it. “Enjoy it as much as I have, I’m done with the suit and won’t need it anymore.” Odd. But it was early, and he needed sleep. Whoever gave it to him would have to wait. He’d wear it later on that day.
After seeing it he suddenly got a bit of energy back, and began to slip the suit on, using a coat hanger to zip it up, admiring the quality, and the uselessness of his hand paws as he rubbed them up and down his body in the mirror. Just the thing to sleep in. Richard knocked the hanger off the zipper slide and laid on the bed, beginning to drift off to sleep.
He would have a lot of fun tomorrow in this suit.


ADDENDUM Since I have a train of thought and know what happened, i realized that everyone else doesn't see inside my head. Sooo
The suit has no owner, it's a magical suit that draws off of the wearer's life force, reaching the max level of power when it absorbs a life being snuffed out.
It can control other's minds to get them to do the killing, because a life taken by force is alot more powerful than one given freely. After the deed is done, the suit uses its powers to use the able bodies to get rid of the corpse, and then pack it up to give to another where the cycle starts all over again.
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