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You look over the invitation again. Rubbing the pink, cheaply printed paper under your thumb. You want to, but like… Should you?

“You still lookin’ over that thing?” The couch that you’re sitting on bounces as a heavy weight lands it. Looking over, you see Lupa give you a stern look. She’s leaned over the back of the couch, her heavy, squishy body being than enough to compress the cushions underneath. She crosses her arms as her face softens, offering you a wry little smile.

“What’s the matter, hun? Shouldn’t you be happy? Parties’re supposed to be really fun, right?”

“Yeah, but… Well. Yeah, they are, but- I don’t know… I hardly know the host. I’m surprised they even invited me. And…” You trail as you reach into your pocket. Your hand finds something plastic and you grasp it, retrieving a set of black cat ears, held together by the flimsiest little strap. “Do you really think I could make this work?” She snorts.

“Hahaha, is that even a question?” She asks. You feel a tinge of warmth on your cheeks as you shuffle in your seat.

“Look, hun,” your girlfriend continues, “Let’s face facts. It’s already Halloween. You don’t got time to get yourself a real costume.” She begins to trace her claw along the couch cushion, drawing circles into the felt. “Now, if only there was a good, free costume you could take… One that’s big, bad, scary… One that loooves you.~” Her paw slips up to the top of your head, ruffling your hair. She tilts her head, resting her cheek in her other paw as she finishes her pitch. Your girlfriend’s even wiggling her butt, swishing her tail against the floor.

Oh my god, she’s so sweet… But- Wait, you squint despite how good it feels to be pet. That probably doesn’t mean anything. More importantly, surely, she can’t mean…

“…You? You want me to wear you?”

“Yeah! You could, like, pass me off as your costume or whatever. You do all the walkin’ and talkin’, and I’ll just be, y’know, keepin’ up appearances in a way.”

“Besides,” she mimics a stretch, putting her elbows up and her paws behind her head. “I wanna get some fresh air. You’re always out ‘n about, while I’m cooped up in here.”

Tch. ‘You’re always out ‘n about’. As if you don’t hardly leave the house, not counting your short work commute. You’re basically a hermit. You… do get her point, though, and you feel bad for her.

“But… how would that work? Do I just, put you on? Like a suit?” You ask. Lupa rolls her eyes.

“Well, duh! Of course you put me on like a suit. Dude, what do you think this zipper’s for?” She points to the golden piece of metal resting atop her chest. It’s attached to her collar. If you look closely, you could just about see a line running down her chest and across her belly, down to her crotch. “I’ve just gotta… um…”

As her paw hovers over the zipper, her lip begins to curl. As she gingerly holds it, playing with it in her fingers, you get on your feet and approach her.

“Lupa, it’s fine. You don’t have to—"

“No! I can do it. It’s. Just uh…” She stammers, “A little… y’know.”

You nod. From the way she’s acting, you’re pretty sure that you Know. It takes her a moment, but she grabs her handle a bit more assuredly. You hear the zipper slowly come undone, and you watch intently as more and more of her interior is revealed. Lupa kneels as she opens herself fully. Her fingers dance along the edge of her cavity, drumming along the small, metal teeth that were only recently locked together.

“W-Well. Hmh, like what you see, huh?” She’s noticed the way you’re staring, and she gently widens the gap just a bit more.

You lean in, carefully placing a hand on her thigh as you gaze into the wolf. Her interior is a deep, dark blue. The thickly-padded material is very smooth, unlike the fluffy coat on her outside. This sheer contrast is already enough to enrapture you. After all, you’ve never seen her insides before. The way it folds on itself almost compels you to touch it. You lift your hand to do just that, but you stop yourself. Looking up at her for permission, you look her right in her single, wide eye. Her mouth is slightly agape, her body gently rising and falling as she breathes as lightly as she can, but she quickly masks up as she notices your gaze. A toothy little grin, and the smuggest look you’d ever seen. So hammy.

“What’re you waitin’ for? I don’t exactly open up to just anyone, y’know. So…”

Her paw ends up atop your head again, and she gently coaxes you in. You follow her wordless advice, plunging your face into her depths. You close your eyes as you slip deep inside her and turn around. Your arms find their way into her hollow limbs – and the same happen to your legs. Despite how big she is, you find her to be surprisingly tight. But not too tight? It’s… You settle for ‘snug’. It’s like she fits you almost perfectly. It’s tight enough that you’re comfy, but not so tight that it suffocates you. You push deeper, closing your eyes and squirming as you try your best to completely settle in. Your hands enter her paws, finding your fingers to be much heavier than before. You arch your back as you push your head up against a soft barrier. You lift your hands - your paws? – and press them to the sides of your head. If your senses weren’t so numb, you’d liken it to putting on a helmet. You pull and push against the barrier until it suddenly gives way.

Then, you open your eyes.

The first thing you notice is how tall you are. You weren’t exactly short before, but the ground looks miles away now. You run your paw – is it really yours? - down your middle, growing very aware of the way your soft, thick fur feels against your squishy pads. Your tongue brushes against your teeth, and you feel a hint of sharpness. It’s enough for you to pursue it, running your wide, pink tongue across your row of sharp, white chompers. You spend extra time on one of your fangs… No wonder Lupa could tear through her food with such ease.

“Yea~heah, pretty cool, huh?” Your? mouth moves on its own, before you remember that the big, grey snout in the midst of your vision isn’t yours.

“Um—Yeah…” You quietly answer. It does move when you speak though. You can feel it move. As you turn, you feel something heavy drag behind you. Turning more, you see something grey in the corner of your vision. Round and round you go, until – aha. You clutch it in your paws, and—Oh. It’s your tail.

Not your tail. Lupa’s tail.

“Hey, hun? I know how it feels to Touch Fluffy Tail ‘n all, believe me. But… ain’t there a Halloween party you wanna go to?”

“Oh! Right. Y-Yeah, let’s. Let’s go.” You dart up and dash for the door. As you reach to open it, you soon realize just how big your paws are. You turn a knob meant for much smaller hands than yours, and the door opens. You step out, and off you go.

It’s not a long walk to the party, but it’s more than enough time for you to get used to your new gait. Not only are your hands huge, but your feet are too. You’ve tripped over your own paws more times than you’d like to admit… Thankfully, faceplanting on the sidewalk doesn’t hurt that much when you’re lined with stuffing and fur.

“So, Lupa…” You trail off.

“Yeah?”

“I thought you were a plush all the way through.” You run a paw along one of your thick, fuzzy arms. “Were you always a suit?”

“It’s… Weird,” she replies. “It’d take too long to explain it, but I guess it kinda depends on how I’m feelin’?”

You offer a hum in reply as you approach the house. This should be the spot…

You approach the house, walking up the steps to the porch. Your mind wanders as you gaze at the decorations. Plastic spiders glint in the light, as they stand silently on elaborately laid out strings of cotton. Pumpkins stand guard at the front door, their faces ogling you as you walk by—klonk.

You stop in your tracks as you knock your head on the doorframe. It doesn’t hurt necessarily, but you’re left rubbing your forehead all the same.

“What’s this doorway meant for? Ants?” you grumble. Lupa snickers.

“Hey. Hun. You know that’s just as tall as our door at home, right?”

“Oh,” you blink. “Right. Kinda forgot that.”

She snickers some more, twisting your snout into a mischievous little grin that you try to bite down as you bend your legs slightly. Your ears still brush the top of the frame as you make your way inside, and you cross your arms.

You’re here! You’re finally here! Your doorway encounter had made you almost forget, but you’ve arrived at your first Halloween party in…

Gosh, how long has it been?

Apprehension creeps up your body like a vine as you make your way into the steadily growing crowd. What do you even do at parties like this? You’d been so concerned about whether you should go at all, you hadn’t the time to even think about that.

Other people are in costume, though, and they looked so good to you. There are witches, vampires, the occasional sheet ghost. There’s even a cat girl near the punch bowl! Hey, you could go for a drink.

“What’re mew supposed to be?” the girl asks, starry-eyed as you approach. Ough, you weren’t expecting to have to talk to her…

“I’m, I guess I’m a werewolf? Kinda?” You reply, looking over yourself. “Y’know, like. Rawr.” Raising your paws, showing off your claws, you put on a bit of a forced scowl. She tilts her head, putting a hand on her hip as her admiration seems to fade.

“A werewolf kinda, huh? Nyaa, can’t say I’m a big fan of dogs… Oh- But that’s still kinda cool!”

“Oh.” You clear your throat. “Well, I’m not a—I’m not really a dog—”

“—And don’t you forget it, runt.” You cut yourself off, your voice turning much gruffer as your brow furrows. “Call me a dog again and see what happens.”

“Oho? And what’ll happen, mrrp~?” She asks, leaning against the table with an amused little grin.

“Maybe I’ll bite’cha.” You simply reply. And you lean in for a demonstration, muzzle against her neck, teeth tantalizingly close to biting down. “Nomf.” The way she shudders is so satisfying.

“Mrr~ow, nyalright, nyalright.~ Mew’ve made your point, pup,” she concedes, gently pushing you away. “Nhey, what’s myour name?”

“It’s—” You hesitate as your own name crosses your mind. “…Lupa. Call me Lupa.”

“Purr~leasure to meet mew, Lupa. Call me Purriwinkle,” she says, putting a paw to her chin. “Nyaa, I hope we meet again soon. I think I like mew.~” With that, she’s off. There’s something off about her, but you can’t put your paw on why…

You blink.

“What just happened?” You ask. “Did you just—”

“Be the best wingman ever? Pretty much,” she says, putting her paws on her hips. “Dude, we’ve gotta make you less awkward.”

You blush, but you silently agree. The rest of the party goes more smoothly, thankfully. You don’t have any run-ins that’re that awkward, but you find Lupa taking over from time to time as you continue to mingle. After a while, you kinda get used to it. You’ve given out your actual name a few times, but you find that the guests prefer calling you by her name. It probably helps that it’s written on a tag on your tail. You like it, though. You like being Lupa, and you can tell she’s having fun too.

You’re back home before long, and the both of you are laughing as you open the door and shove your way in.

“See? Told you wearin’ me was a good idea!” Lupa’s the happiest she’s ever been, wrapping her arms around herself and guffawing.

“Yeah! God yeah, you were right,” you can’t help but agree. Tonight was the best. There’s a certain spring in your step as you strut along, dragging your claws along the couch. It tears more easily than you expect, but hey. You can fix that later, right?

As you enter your bedroom, you run your paws along your chest.

“Hey, Lu, did I leave the heat on or somethin’?” You ask as you approach the vanity, leaning down to get a look at your face. Gosh, you look good. Your mouth moves as your friend answers.

“No, that’s love my love and adoration for ya’. Oh, and my fur coat. Can’t forget that.”

“Lupaaaaa… Since when were you so sappy?”

“Tsch. Since now I guess.”

You roll your eyes as you reach up to your zipper, but you can’t suppress a chuckle.

“Well, I guess I oughta take you off now, huh? It’s getting really hot in here. In fact, it’d be easy for me to just say you’re hot.”

“…So I’ll say it,” you continue. “You’re really hot.”

The way Lupa twists her face makes you want to grin.

“Oh my god, dude. You’re so corny…” Her words come out as a muffled growl, especially as she puts a paw to her face, but you could feel the way her emotions are mixing and swirling. Her tail fwaps against the bedframe behind you. She’s loving this.

“Corny? Dude, I was born on the cob.” She only grips her face tighter.

“Just get me off already. Please?” She begs as you snicker.

“…I’m gonna ignore the way you phrased that,” you tease, “But you’re right, you’re right, I’ll take you off now…”

Unlike just about everything else you’ve held tonight, your—her zipper feels almost big enough for your paws to properly hold. You turn away from the mirror as you continue to undress. Down the zipper goes, releasing the foggy air inside. Grey paws clutch the sides of your head and pull, separating you from your friend for the first time in hours. You can’t help but take a deep breathe through a mouth that’s well and truly yours. You’d almost forgotten how it felt.

“Honestly, what’s gotten into you?” You hear her ask as you slip your arms out of hers.

“I dunno!” You pull your legs out of hers. “I guess you’ve been rubbing off on me. It feels nice though!”

“Hmph. Yeah, well… You’re—Whoah.” She abruptly trails off as you step out, making your way to the bed.

“Hm?” You look back to see your girlfriend. She’s never looked so stunned before… Caught in the midst of zipping herself up, her wide eye is transfixed on you. Is something on your face? You still feel warm…

“Lupa?” You ask. Is something on your face? Is something behind you? You turn around, and- You do see something—feel something drag against the floor. You keep turning to chase it, grabbing and holding its cream-colored tip in your hands. Speaking of your those…

They’re bigger, puffier, in a way that resembles Lupa’s mitts though not to the same extent. You look at the pink pads of your palms, before flipping your hands to see rusty brown fur. Your gaze trails up your arm, noticing the creamy, off-white fuzz that covers your chest. Whatever happened to you must’ve affected your figure too. Just how much of this bust is really fur?

Almost robotically, you turn to look back at the mirror. A narrower face than you’re used to greets you, and its appearance compels you to walk closer. Soft pads squish underfoot as you get a better look at yourself, absentmindedly tracing the fluff of your cheek with a clawed hand. Oh my god, you have claws now.

The fur on your back starts to bristle as you look more closely. If you squint, you could see just the faintest yellow seam running from your cute little nose up the middle of your face. Seams line your limbs too, segmenting you with little, dotted strips of yellow fabric.

“Um.”

Your ears instinctively swivel towards the voice. You turn and you expect you look way up to see your girlfriend’s face like before, but it seems you’ve gained about a foot in height too. You’re still not as tall as her, but you’re almost there. Immediately, she’s hugging you, squeezing you oh-so-tightly. If you weren’t sure already, the way your body squishes and twists under her grip confirms it. You’re a plush, inside and out.

And it feels good. The way her body feels against yours, fur against fur, it fills a void that you didn’t know you had. You want more of this. Needed it. Your paws flail a bit before they find Lupa’s sides. You cling to her, and you don’t let go.

“---, --- --- ----?”

“Hh—Huh? What?” Deep in yearning, it takes you a moment to register her voice. She lets you go, gently putting her paws on your shoulders.

“I said, are you okay?”

“Yeah—I… I think so,” you reply, keeping your voice as level as possible as you look down at your red-brown thighs.

“A-Are you sure?” she asks. Worry mars her face as you look back up at her. “It’s. It’s okay if you’re mad. Really.”

You blink. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because—You trusted me, and—this happened. I-I don’t know how it happened, but—I feel like I… I breached your trust or somethin’. This wasn’t meant to happen…”

“Lupa, no no, no, it’s okay!” You put your paws up. You lean close, resting them on top of hers. “I kinda, always wanted this in a way.” She blinks.

“Really?”

“Besides, you put a lot of trust in me too. I could tell it wasn’t easy to let me in like that.” You tilt your head, “You must really like me a lot.”

“Um, yeah? How is—What? Of course I like you?” She squints at you. “…Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Uhh, I miiight be a little overwhelmed actually,” You admit with an airy chuckle. You look down at your paws again, flexing your stubby digits, “Not in a bad way though, I think. I’m feeling a lot of things right now, and… Hey, I got you to stop worrying about me, didn’t I?”

You give her a smug little grin, and she hums noncommittally. Does she have something else to say?

“Mm… Hey, what was that you said about always wanting this?”

“Oh, uh…” You feel a knot in your chest. A part of you wondered if she was thinking of saying something else, but you’re too stunned by her question to bring it up. Is this something you wanna answer? You could feel your tail curl up on nervous instinct, laying atop your thighs. Oh god, maybe you’ve said too much. “…Yeah, it’s true.”

The enraptured way she looks at you compels you to continue. “Don’t make me spell it out for you…” You say between grit teeth, “You’re hot, babe. You’re big and soft, you’re caring, and… I kinda wanted that. To be that.” You lean in a little closer, wrapping your paws around one of her arms. It’s so big, and- you venture a few squeezes, telling you what you already knew. It’s so soft…

“…Yeah, guess I am kinda cool, huh?” She cocks her head. You puff your cheeks out and pout. Guess it’s her turn to be a little smug…

“Oh, don’t be like that. C’mon…” She raises her paw, and down it comes, right atop your fluffy head, between those pointy ears. You try to put up a retort but ohhh my god why do you feel so relaxed right now…

“Hhheeyyy~wrrrffhhh…” Your thoughts unravel as soon as they form, and a canine little wuff escapes your lips as her claws dig through your hair. You close your eyes, leaning into her paws as they cup your cheeks.

“Oh, wow. What’s wrong, pup? Don’t tell me this is your first time.~” She teases, puffy blue pawpads caressing the sides of your face. You shudder as doggy instincts wash over you. Your tail straightens out and starts to wag, earning you a heartfelt “Awww~!” from your lover. Plastic claws scritch behind your ears, causing all kinds of gooey feelings to swirl in your head. Is this how Lupa feels all the time…?

You flop against her with a heavy huff, wrapping her arms around her. In turn, her arms slip under yours. Up you go. Your feet leave the ground, and she lifts you into the air until your face is level with hers.

“It’s been a long day, huh?” She asks. You give a tired hum in reply, your flattened ears twitching as they try to stand.

“I can go all night…” You murmur. Lupa gives you a little sigh, before giving you a little peck on the lips.

“I wish. But as much as I wanna show you the ropes of being a wolf, you need your sleep.”

As much as you want to protest, she’s decided for you. Off to bed you go, carried by your underarms. She lets you go once you’re there, freeing you to crawl a little ways before letting yourself drop. Your body feels so light and airy overall, but that only emphasizes the weighted portions you have all the more. You arch your back, letting out a squeaky yawn, splaying your fingers… Laying on your side, your tail lazily curling and uncurling… You’ve really gotten used to this thing.

Lupa isn’t far behind you, sidling up next to you with a soft grunt. Before long, you’re both clinging to each other. Her tail finds yours, and begins to coil. You follow her lead until you’ve formed a loose coil with her. Brown on grey, wolf on wolf, drifting off to sleep.