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If you’d like to support me, [feel free to send some love my way on Ko-Fi](https://ko-fi.com/gallowsgryph). Every little bit helps me focus on my writing and other artistic endeavors, meaning I can create more content for you to enjoy.", "writing": "The alleyways of Railan’s Grove made for perfect shortcuts in the downtown area. They also made safe spaces for those wishing to hide from the crowds that often flooded the sidewalks. Carlos groaned as he crossed through the alley near one of the apartment buildings in town. It was more out of necessity with all of the holiday shoppers, but he didn’t want to deal with the sheer amount of people that day on his way home from work.\n\nHowever, as he traversed the dimly lit space between buildings, he noticed something hanging out of one of the dumpsters. The glossy surface was barely visible, but there. Confused, he pulled the object free from the edge and looked it over.\n\nIt was a costume of some sort, still in its box and visible from the plastic window on the front. Kitten Heart was written on one side as the only identifier, with a picture of a black feline on the front. Not one to let things go to waste, Carlos dusted off what little dirt and grime were on the plastic sleeve over the box and stuffed it into one of the spare shopping bags he’d brought with him. Three other boxes were with it, each one in a similar condition, so he cleaned them off a bit and put them away before heading down the alleyway once again.\n\n\nOnce he got back to his apartment, Carlos put away his groceries, then sat the final bag down on the bed. All of the plastic covers went into the trash bin before he placed the boxes down on his comforter, making sure not to get anything bad in his living space. One was a compressed black cat plush with adult features, matching the logo on the front of the box. The second seemed to be an accessory kit of some sort for the costume, with clothing and other items packed into a fairly small space. In the last one, he could see a number of individually packaged adult toys arranged so precisely that there might not have been any actual air inside of the cardboard, explaining its weight from the trip home.\n\nThe human took a deep breath and looked at what was before him as he finally opened the costume box. It was what he’d kinda been expecting after seeing the brand on the side. They were a brand known for their adult toys and gear, and their quality rarely disappointed.\n\nHe reached in and pulled out the vacuum compressed pieces, before opening them up on his bed to let the air rush into them once again. A pair of black-furred sheath shorts were the first to pop up, followed by a top that only covered the chest and neck. He looked them over, seeing nothing out of the ordinary outside of it being a stretchy furred fabric that felt silky on the inside.\n\nCarlos didn’t even hesitate to try on the outfit. After shedding his work uniform, he slipped the skimpy top over his bare chest, and the shorts joined in soon after. It took a bit of effort to get his balls positioned within the pouch for them, but the sheath felt nice as he pressed the silicone interior against his flaccid shaft. It was almost like some of the strokers in his collection, though with much smoother walls than their ribbed interiors.\n\nBeneath the integrated tail, there was a thru-hole plug that helped keep it in place. He had to stifle a moan as the pre-lubricated piece pushed in with a pop, locking into place within his pucker. It was thicker than the toys he was used to, though not nearly as much as the extra-large canine dildo that sat on the shelf of his captain’s bed.\n\nThree smaller parcels finished decompressing shortly after he was done dressing himself. One held knee-length black-furred footpaws, with red paw pads and stilts that forced a digitigrade stance. In the other two, pares of elbow-length handpaw gloves that were quite thick and anime-like in appearance. One pair had thumbs, the other didn’t. However, those went to the side until he figured out what else there was.\n\nCarlos’s gaze turned back to the box. Where he expected a simple earband, a full-sized hood awaited him, settled into the bottom of the container. It had blue follow-me eyes, a mane of black long fur that looked like hair, and a toyhole-style gag for the molded snout and maw that, when he looked in the inside, was also thick and knotted itself. There were also a pair of nostril tubes in place, and he knew why they’d be required. With such a design, it was clearly made for a toy pet. Someone expected to either give oral sex, or allow themself to be face-fucked, and they’d need a way to breathe.\n\nThe more he looked over everything, the more he felt like he’d scored quite well for an unintentional dumpster dive.\n\nWhile he made some decisions, Carlos decided to slip on the footpaws. They had the same silky lining as the top and shorts, and he could barely even tell the heelless boots were forcing him onto the balls of his feet. He enjoyed the clatter of the claws, and the pads didn’t get in the way of his ability to stand.\n\nThe tail seemed to help him keep balanced as he got up and walked around, but each step teased his rump, and eventually, it became enough to coax his cock out into the open. Looking down, it didn’t appear like the mushroom-tipped thing he hated looking at. It had a rubbery shine to its white surface, with faux spines around its tapered tip, nubs along the shaft, and a much larger girth and length overall. His orbs were also feeling larger and heavier as he stood there, their weight making him think he might have had a ball stretcher on himself without knowing it.\n\nIgnoring it for the moment, he grabbed the regular paw gloves and slipped them over his arms. The sensations of the pads sent tingles through his brain, and having retractable claws made him wonder where they were hiding since he didn’t feel them in his fingers. However, gripping his shaft with one hand was beyond anything he’d expected. It didn’t feel like he was doing it, yet he felt the thick rod in his grip as he massaged it, sending a shiver down his back whenever his thumb brushed along the spines.\n\nCarlos gave a soft purr, before looking over at the hood with happy eyes. Intrusive thoughts won in the end, and he picked it up, slipping it over his cranium with eager abandon. His mouth wrapped around the knotted gag plug, and he felt like his ears fit into small nooks that redirected sound from above him into them. Even more, his vision was tinted from the lenses, painting the scene around him a light arctic blue, at lest for a moment.\n\nAfter blinking a couple of times, the effect disappeared, and he realized he wasn’t looking though the lenses of the mask anymore. In fact, he could see his snout, and feeling it moving as he tried to adjust to its presence. He could feel a tongue, lined with the same nubs as his cock, and a mouth with teasing ribs along its inner walls, and even down into his throat.\n\nHe looked down at himself, noticing that his body and limbs were fully covered in fur where skin once showed. It was as if the suit itself had come together into one piece.\n\nRunning a hand along himself revealed there was no suit. At least, not anymore. It was like skin underneath the fur, though not actual organic flesh. A cloth-like blackness could be seen among the strands of synthetic material, stretching and shifting as he moved his limbs. There was no panic in his mind. Only curiosity. Squeezing himself felt warm and practically boneless, like holding a plush toy. It was as if he had some sort of soft material inside of him, straight to his core.\n\nIt wasn’t until he went to his bathroom and looked himself over in the mirror that he realized just how much he’d changed. His eyes were like follow-me eyes on a costume, with the same azure blue of the lenses having moved into the painted pupils. They didn’t turn with his gaze, though he could still look around as if they did.\n\nEven more, Carlos caught sight of a couple of tags that had appeared on him. Down at his tail, close to its base, he found a somewhat sizable cloth tag attached to himself. It had washing instructions and copyright information, labeling him as a product of Kitten Heart Creations. Hanging from his left ear, an elastic band loop attached a cardboard tag in the shape of a paw, and on the inside, it labeled him as Scryre the Familiar, a magical companion cat.\n\nHe looked at the tag for a few moments, then went back to the bed, digging through the accessory kit. The feline pulled out a collar with a matching tag to that on his ear, and buckled it around his neck with a sly grin. Scryre gave a silent laugh, unable to make a sound of his own, but quite content to take on such a role and name. There was plenty of time to look online for the character’s lore, but for now, he had another plush to snuggle once it decompressed.\n\nAfter all, he was a familiar.\n\nMeanwhile, just outside the bedroom window, a grey tabby watched the plush feline as they snuggled into bed with their new finds.\n\n“Another satisfied customer.” It thought, jumping down to the ground. “Mistress Kitten will be so pleased.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The alleyways of Railan’s Grove made for perfect shortcuts in the downtown area. They also made safe spaces for those wishing to hide from the crowds that often flooded the sidewalks. Carlos groaned as he crossed through the alley near one of the apartment buildings in town. It was more out of necessity with all of the holiday shoppers, but he didn’t want to deal with the sheer amount of people that day on his way home from work.

However, as he traversed the dimly lit space between buildings, he noticed something hanging out of one of the dumpsters. The glossy surface was barely visible, but there. Confused, he pulled the object free from the edge and looked it over.

It was a costume of some sort, still in its box and visible from the plastic window on the front. Kitten Heart was written on one side as the only identifier, with a picture of a black feline on the front. Not one to let things go to waste, Carlos dusted off what little dirt and grime were on the plastic sleeve over the box and stuffed it into one of the spare shopping bags he’d brought with him. Three other boxes were with it, each one in a similar condition, so he cleaned them off a bit and put them away before heading down the alleyway once again.


Once he got back to his apartment, Carlos put away his groceries, then sat the final bag down on the bed. All of the plastic covers went into the trash bin before he placed the boxes down on his comforter, making sure not to get anything bad in his living space. One was a compressed black cat plush with adult features, matching the logo on the front of the box. The second seemed to be an accessory kit of some sort for the costume, with clothing and other items packed into a fairly small space. In the last one, he could see a number of individually packaged adult toys arranged so precisely that there might not have been any actual air inside of the cardboard, explaining its weight from the trip home.

The human took a deep breath and looked at what was before him as he finally opened the costume box. It was what he’d kinda been expecting after seeing the brand on the side. They were a brand known for their adult toys and gear, and their quality rarely disappointed.

He reached in and pulled out the vacuum compressed pieces, before opening them up on his bed to let the air rush into them once again. A pair of black-furred sheath shorts were the first to pop up, followed by a top that only covered the chest and neck. He looked them over, seeing nothing out of the ordinary outside of it being a stretchy furred fabric that felt silky on the inside.

Carlos didn’t even hesitate to try on the outfit. After shedding his work uniform, he slipped the skimpy top over his bare chest, and the shorts joined in soon after. It took a bit of effort to get his balls positioned within the pouch for them, but the sheath felt nice as he pressed the silicone interior against his flaccid shaft. It was almost like some of the strokers in his collection, though with much smoother walls than their ribbed interiors.

Beneath the integrated tail, there was a thru-hole plug that helped keep it in place. He had to stifle a moan as the pre-lubricated piece pushed in with a pop, locking into place within his pucker. It was thicker than the toys he was used to, though not nearly as much as the extra-large canine dildo that sat on the shelf of his captain’s bed.

Three smaller parcels finished decompressing shortly after he was done dressing himself. One held knee-length black-furred footpaws, with red paw pads and stilts that forced a digitigrade stance. In the other two, pares of elbow-length handpaw gloves that were quite thick and anime-like in appearance. One pair had thumbs, the other didn’t. However, those went to the side until he figured out what else there was.

Carlos’s gaze turned back to the box. Where he expected a simple earband, a full-sized hood awaited him, settled into the bottom of the container. It had blue follow-me eyes, a mane of black long fur that looked like hair, and a toyhole-style gag for the molded snout and maw that, when he looked in the inside, was also thick and knotted itself. There were also a pair of nostril tubes in place, and he knew why they’d be required. With such a design, it was clearly made for a toy pet. Someone expected to either give oral sex, or allow themself to be face-fucked, and they’d need a way to breathe.

The more he looked over everything, the more he felt like he’d scored quite well for an unintentional dumpster dive.

While he made some decisions, Carlos decided to slip on the footpaws. They had the same silky lining as the top and shorts, and he could barely even tell the heelless boots were forcing him onto the balls of his feet. He enjoyed the clatter of the claws, and the pads didn’t get in the way of his ability to stand.

The tail seemed to help him keep balanced as he got up and walked around, but each step teased his rump, and eventually, it became enough to coax his cock out into the open. Looking down, it didn’t appear like the mushroom-tipped thing he hated looking at. It had a rubbery shine to its white surface, with faux spines around its tapered tip, nubs along the shaft, and a much larger girth and length overall. His orbs were also feeling larger and heavier as he stood there, their weight making him think he might have had a ball stretcher on himself without knowing it.

Ignoring it for the moment, he grabbed the regular paw gloves and slipped them over his arms. The sensations of the pads sent tingles through his brain, and having retractable claws made him wonder where they were hiding since he didn’t feel them in his fingers. However, gripping his shaft with one hand was beyond anything he’d expected. It didn’t feel like he was doing it, yet he felt the thick rod in his grip as he massaged it, sending a shiver down his back whenever his thumb brushed along the spines.

Carlos gave a soft purr, before looking over at the hood with happy eyes. Intrusive thoughts won in the end, and he picked it up, slipping it over his cranium with eager abandon. His mouth wrapped around the knotted gag plug, and he felt like his ears fit into small nooks that redirected sound from above him into them. Even more, his vision was tinted from the lenses, painting the scene around him a light arctic blue, at lest for a moment.

After blinking a couple of times, the effect disappeared, and he realized he wasn’t looking though the lenses of the mask anymore. In fact, he could see his snout, and feeling it moving as he tried to adjust to its presence. He could feel a tongue, lined with the same nubs as his cock, and a mouth with teasing ribs along its inner walls, and even down into his throat.

He looked down at himself, noticing that his body and limbs were fully covered in fur where skin once showed. It was as if the suit itself had come together into one piece.

Running a hand along himself revealed there was no suit. At least, not anymore. It was like skin underneath the fur, though not actual organic flesh. A cloth-like blackness could be seen among the strands of synthetic material, stretching and shifting as he moved his limbs. There was no panic in his mind. Only curiosity. Squeezing himself felt warm and practically boneless, like holding a plush toy. It was as if he had some sort of soft material inside of him, straight to his core.

It wasn’t until he went to his bathroom and looked himself over in the mirror that he realized just how much he’d changed. His eyes were like follow-me eyes on a costume, with the same azure blue of the lenses having moved into the painted pupils. They didn’t turn with his gaze, though he could still look around as if they did.

Even more, Carlos caught sight of a couple of tags that had appeared on him. Down at his tail, close to its base, he found a somewhat sizable cloth tag attached to himself. It had washing instructions and copyright information, labeling him as a product of Kitten Heart Creations. Hanging from his left ear, an elastic band loop attached a cardboard tag in the shape of a paw, and on the inside, it labeled him as Scryre the Familiar, a magical companion cat.

He looked at the tag for a few moments, then went back to the bed, digging through the accessory kit. The feline pulled out a collar with a matching tag to that on his ear, and buckled it around his neck with a sly grin. Scryre gave a silent laugh, unable to make a sound of his own, but quite content to take on such a role and name. There was plenty of time to look online for the character’s lore, but for now, he had another plush to snuggle once it decompressed.

After all, he was a familiar.

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