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Jake pulled out his phone for what felt like the thousandth time that night. He swiped his thumb across the screen to wake the device from it's battery saving sleep. Without even entering the code, he could tell that there were no messages or missed calls. He let out a long frustrated breath of air into the chilling cold, mirroring as if he would have been smoking.

Around him were the suited figures of several individuals, enjoying the near frigid weather he was trying to avoid. A blue tiger, a generic wolf with several other canines in a 'pack' of sorts, and something that looked like a Pokemon. They huddle together against the concrete rotunda that held up the room just fifteen feet above their heads. Seeing such characters enjoy themselves only increased the frustration within him. He jerked the phone from his pocket again and swiped the screen, cursing from under his breath as yet again, there were no messages.

The sound of the convention inside became loud as a new group of fursuiters emerged from the double doors. Some of them waved at the canines and skipped over to them to dole out hugs, friends obviously. One of the suiters removed the head and went to lean on the concrete while fumbling around the neck for something.

The suiter with his head removed was wearing a horse suit, brown in color and had white markings on the muzzle and all the appendages. The mitt-like hooves hung limply at the wrists, as they were too padded for dexterity with them on. The equine found what he was looking for, a pack of cigarettes that were smushed from being at the neck of the suit. He produced one and lit it.

"Damn, it's collllld." he said, apparently to no one at all, just making a statement.

Jake approached him, weary from waiting he needed something to calm himself. If just a little.

"Can I bum one?" he asked, the horse watching him as he came closer, hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

"Sure." the equine replied, and opened the pack that was still in one of his hands. "How's your con going?"

Jake lit the cigarette and returned the borrowed lighter. "Fucking horrible…" he let the sentence drop off on purpose. Fursuiters were always protective of their creations, so he figured if he relayed his problem he would get the 'That sucks.' reply that he had heard so many times the past few days.

"Why's that?"

"I've been trying to get a hold of someone that said they would lend me a suit for the con. But she hasn't replied at all, went silent a few days before the convention. So I guess I'm shit out of luck." Jake explained.

"That sucks." the unmasked horse said.

'See,' he thought 'the same thing as everyone else.'

"I have an extra suit I brought for a friend to try on, but he couldn't make it." There was a pause as Jake was sized up. "And you are just about the same size."

Jake's heart leapt into his chest. This conversation was going in one direction, and he wanted to make sure that it swayed in his favor. Aside from a few things, there wasn't much he wouldn't do to finally get into a suit at this point in time. There was only tonight and tomorrow and then the convention was over.

"I'll do ANYTHING to wear that suit. Well, except for-" he took his hand and closed it slightly, raising it to his mouth and moved it back and forth to try and get across that it meant a blowjob. "-you know…"

The horse let out a small huff of air from his nose, smoke and air pluming out.
"No, nothing like that. It's just an extra suit, and someone should get to wear it. It's brand new and need some breaking in."

"You're not going to rape me or anything, when I get up to your room?" Jake asked as a joke.

"No," the horse laughed. "You are by no means a sexy mare. They are the only suiters I like." The cigarette was finished and it was tossed on the ground and stomped out with the wooden hoof of the suit that sounded exactly like a real horse as it hit the concrete floor. "Ready?" he asked, dropping the head back on his and fiddling with the neck to get it tucked back inside the body.

"Yea!" Jake said with enthusiasm, dropping his smoke as well. The horse pushed his hands back into the mitts while they were under his arm and the seam closed up, leaving only a small indicator that they could become unfettered at a moments notice, and only visible from a foot away.

Jake felt giddy, feeling his hope return that he would actually get to have some fun. After all, everyone deserved to have fun at their first convention. And he determined that jumping around in a suit was his way to happiness. That and getting completely shitfaced in it.

The crowds gathered in various areas of the large lobby of the hotel didn't register anymore. He was walking on clouds, thinking of how the suit would feel when he was inside. The elevator tugged gently as they ascended upwards and were released onto one of the floors, he didn't remember what floor. Jake wanted to run on ahead, crash through the door and in a cartoon fashion, jump into the suit in a split second and have it all on immediately. They walked into the room, and two other suiters who were on the bed cuddling turned their attention to the new face.

"Hey," the horse waved a padded hoof at them. "This is… someone who's going to borrow a suit of mine for a bit." he said, recovering from the fact that he didn't know the guy's name as the restrictive pieces of the suit were removed and the head set on the bed.

"Jake. Sorry, I'm just really excited." he apologized. He was a bit new to the whole scene of furry and probably hadn't chosen or made himself a furry alias to go by.

"I'm Archer, the pony -or horse, whichever you prefer. And on the bed is Locheed in the in the cheetah and Barbarros, she's in the meerkat." Neither of them said a word, but waved a friendly paw at him and resumed a rather sensual touching that they had been interrupted from when the two entered.

"And here is the suit." Archer said, tipping over a large plastic tub that held the suit onto the freshly made empty bed.

Jake rushed over and began to look through the contents. It was a zebra, no doubt about that. The black and white fur gave that away, and as he picked up the suit by the shoulders, he grinned. The fur was incredibly soft, like the lovely feeling like a feathery light velvet, though the fur was half an inch in length. The suit seemed a bit odd, the waist was drawn in, the hips flared out and extra room in the chest.

"It looks like it's going to be a bit loose." he said, worried that if it didn't fit, he wasn't going to be able to wear it.

"There is padding in there too. It's a female suit built to go on a male frame."

"Uh…" Jake said. He had something completely different in mind, though it was still a fursuit. As he was lacking one, it was better than nothing, female or not. "I guess it's better than nothing."

"Ok, well you are going to have to strip down and wear this." Archer tossed over a plastic bag with a square bit of black folded something inside it. It was a zentai, or morph suit. A spandex full body encasement suit.

"Ok." Jake said with a bit of hesitation, realizing that this was a bit more complicated than he originally thought. "What's that for?"

"It makes it a hundred times easier to slide in and out of suit, in addition to making everything that touches you feel a million times better. You can take everything back to your room when you are suited up."

Jake nodded and proceeded to strip down to his underwear, stuffing everything aside from his badge and room card into his hoodie and then proceeded to the bathroom to put the suit on. He quickly found that his under wear was going to cause more problems under the zentai, so he removed the legs and underwear then put the thick spandex on as much as he could by himself.

The exited the bathroom and felt very exposed, the spandex sucking tight to his rail thin form, even his lower bits, showing them off quite well. His face was flushed with a bit of red and he pushed the underwear into the hoodie. The horse helped him get the rear zipper up to the top of the hood. However, the face was open and what seemed like a secondary hood was hanging around his neck.

Jake was getting rather excited as he sat on the bed and began to put on the padded under suit. It was spandex as well, with foam sandwiched inside the walls making medium sized breasts, wide hips and a little bit of padding in the rear, just to define it better. He was helped with the small zipper on the rear, as the gloves on the zentai just made his fingers slip off the smooth pull.

As the time to put the suit on drew near, he became a bit more excited, but it was stifled by the now double layer of thick spandex. The horse didn't take note of it, he was merely holding the outer skin. He felt bad, as he seemed to be the only one becoming aroused, less from sexual reasons, just from the fact that he was going to do something he had always wanted to do.

The suit had it's hands and feet, or hooves attached to the body, as well as the head that hung down. It was an odd zebra, rather cartoony as the striped were thick, and there were just a handful. Enough to make it look like a zebra. He slid his feet down the legs through the open back. It was a tight fit, and the spandex really made it alot easier, as he was sure his skin would provide friction to hinder him.

The legs were tight, giving a light squeeze that in all honesty, felt good. The horse helped him push into the slim hooved feet. The felt as if they were just a furred sock with just a tiny bit of padding to make the hoof look more pronounced. The hip padding was pushed down and the suit pulled up and over it, filling out the extra space nicely. Jake shivered, this was beginning to feel really good, better than he had dreamed about.

He was helped as the arms and upper torso were pulled up and he slinked his arms inside. They were just at tight as the legs, but it was a comforting tightness rather than a confining one. The head dangled lazily at his neck as the back of the suit was drawn in, but not zipped up. The hands had all five fingers, but were black, the same black as the hooves. They had amazing dexterity and fit like, well, a glove.

"Time for the gag." the horse stated flatly from behind him.

"What?" Jake said, shaken from the comment.

"It's a rule of mine. Gotta wear a gag." the horse brought forth a large red ball in a web of soft leather straps and small buckles. "It's brand new, never been worn. Like everything for this suit. It's my only qualm about lending suits. I want to lend them out, but not get swamped with requests. This makes sure you can't tell anyone, at least while you are in the suit."

Jake was rethinking the whole ordeal, but was spurred on be the fact that everything else so far had been absolutely amazing. He needed to hold onto this feeling, even if he had to wear the gag. At least it wasn't sucking someone's cock, and this would make it impossible for that to happen when he was inside fully.

"Ok…" he said hesitantly.

"It's a small one, not going to break your jaw or anything." Archer said, wrapping the gag around his head and seating the ball inside Jake's mouth. He strapped the maze of straps up and made sure the gag couldn't be pushed out. "Too tight?" he asked, and Jake shook his head no. "Good." Then the second hood made sense, it was pulled up and velcroed to the back of the head. It covered the fact that there was a gag in his mouth if anyone should peer inside the muzzle.

He felt a hand at the back of his head, leaning it forward and pulling the open bottom of the head onto of his. Once it was seated, he looked out the eyes. The suit had amazing visibility, as the eyes were large and open. And even with the gag inside, and the spandex over it, he was able to breath easily. This was a very well thought out head design.

The head was tugged and pulled at the neck flap and seated correctly. What happened next was confusing. From inside he felt a hand. It's presence made him uncomfortable, but was not seeking his crotch, but rather a piece of fabric that had bunched up between his legs. It was drawn down and between them. It seated comfortably between them and hung out the back of the zippered opening. Odd.

Next he felt a squeeze around his waist. It pressed in and drew tighter. He huffed out a breath of air to let the horse know he was a bit uncomfortable with it. However the tightness continued, drawing in his waist more and more. It was a corset. Of course, a female suit had to have a thin waist. After a few more cinches of the draw strings, the compression stopped. It was something new, and odd, but after he knew what was going on, and it wasn't going to cleave him in half, he became more relaxed about it.

The flap that hung between his legs was gently pulled up, belted to the rear of the corset. It's draw was enough to press his male parts tight against his body, but loose enough to move and sit properly.

"It's the only way to get that female figure, and close the back of the suit up." Archer said as he ran the zipper closed, the corset was the only way it would close up as the waist was sculpted properly to fit with it's grip.

The neck drew tighter as the last of the open areas were closed up. The zippers met above his shoulders and were tucked under the snap on neck cover. Jake was pre-occupied enough with the new feeling of being totally inside a fursuit to notice a light tugging at the suit's ears as something was being applied to them. His right arm had something applied to it, as well as the neck.

"Care to look at yourself in the mirror now that she's all together?" Archer asked. Jake nodded and made his way over to the mirror the hotel provided. It was an odd feeling, not being able to see your feet down past a facial protrusion that was the suit's muzzle. When he arrived in front of the mirror, he liked what he saw.

It was a female zebra alright. He was shocked at how well the suit made him look feminine. His waist had been reduced by four inches all the way around, and the padded breasts and hips accentuated the look even more. With his height and the fact that fursuits made the wearer look larger than they actually were, he was dead sure that he would pass as female. As long as they didn't touch him to feel that it was all padding and not natural flesh.

The suit looked as if it was made for him. Every piece of fur was drawn taught across his form, not a single wrinkle or sagging anywhere. The fit was perfect, even across his now smooth crotch it was taught. He let his hand slip down there, rubbing the smooth fur and feeling very little of what made him man. A wayward hand probably wouldn't be able to tell he was male, unless they really put pressure into it.

The head had large attentive eyes, if a bit slanted. The mane sprung from the head, striped in black and white in a mow-hawk fashion. It seemed cartoonishly large for the suit, but it worked. Whoever this was, she was certainly a character.

The fiddling the horse did on the suit put on some sort of 'jewelry', made from a neon yellow polar fleece. Two large thick hoop earrings, a stack of neck rings and a stack of rings on his left arm. It was part of a character, but he didn't know from where. He tried to ask who this character was, but just let out a stream of vowels. Instead he traced a question mark on the mirror.

"What question do you have?" Archer asked.

Jake motioned to his body, as in to refer to the entire suit.

"Oh, she's from a show, My Little Pony. Her name is Zecora."

Well that didn't answer any questions. He had no idea about the show, only having heard of it in passing, but no real knowledge about it at all other than the name. Hell, she could have been the main character for all he knew.

"She's confidant, generally reserved, mysterious and makes potions and such for the main characters. Among the world of ponies, I guess she could be called a 'witch doctor' and practices 'vodoo magic' according to them. But she is very helpful with uncommon herb knowledge."

Well, that explained something. Just about how she acted, but not exactly who she was.

"I'm going to write on the back of your badge my room number. Floor two, room twenty six. There is a small pocket with a bit of velcro on it for your room card. it's hidden as a stripe on your waist." Archer said, peeling back the flap and sticking his hand inside.

"So take your stuff, drop it in your room and someone will be here when you want to get out."

Jake felt as if he was being pushed out. He nodded slightly and gathered up his things and waved as he went out the door. After dropping his stuff at his room and securing the keycard inside the pocket he went to the convention floor.

For a few hours he was walking on clouds. Absolutely overwhelmed that he managed to find a suit and was able to fit inside of it. He had his picture taken several times, received numerous hugs, was hooted at several times as he walked by and even had a few people give him the finger in disgust.

Jake revived alot of attention, maybe because he was a very passable female, and the gait of swinging hips and the female stances and mannerisms he displayed made it even more believable. It was a very great experience.

After several trips outside to cool off a bit he was approached by several people outside.

"Hey, you're wearing a Pony suit." One of them stated flatly, as if it were a bad thing.

Jake nodded, being unable to say anything in return.

"Is that yours?"

He shook his head no.

"Ah, well… you borrowed it. How about we get you into something better than a pony. I brought a suit and haven't had time to wear it yet, but I want it to get around. You game?"

Why not? He could just return the suit once he had taken it off, even though he had become attached to this feeling. Still, two suits in one night. That would be fun.

Aside from the jerk that had initially promised him a suit to wear, everyone seemed really nice at the convention. He had thought that he would have been able to suit earlier if he had simply asked. Even the nagging doubt that he was digging a hole he didn't want to get into, he went along and followed the trio back to their room.

Once inside he reached up for the neck flap, going to slip out of the zebra and into another suit. His fingers lacked the dexterity to feel the flap and open it up, so he turned his back to the guy that had spoken with him and gestured to the zipper. He felt the snaps pop and then a tug at the zipper.

"Oh, you are like that." he said.

Confused, Jake gestured at the zipper again with his hand.

"It's locked. And I don't want to mess with that."

Jake stood still, processing what he was just told. The suit had been locked on, probably in some form of collateral. With the gag in he couldn't say anything, and that meant he had to return to the room he got the suit from to get it removed. Getting someone to cut the lock off was going to be hard, and it would ruin the horse's lock.

"Well, we were going to stuff you into a blue jay suit, but I don't see that happening now."

A BLUE JAY! Jake shuddered inside. He had always been mesmerized with the avian suits and had his mind set that he was going to get a bird of some kind for his first suit. His mind went off in a million directions, trying to think of a way to get inside that suit. There was a chance that it MIGHT just fit over the suit he was wearing. Might.

He motioned rapidly, as if slipping on the suit near his legs. Trying to get them to understand that he wanted to put it on over his current suit.

"What? Put it on anyway?"

Jake nodded fast.

"I can see about removing the padding inside it, and if it fits over the head, then it's possible. It wouldn't be comfortable inside two suits, but I can try."

Jake clapped his hands in approval and sat down on the bed.

As with the zebra he was in, the bluejay was lifted out of a tub and brought over to him. The suit was once piece as well, and he started to think that all suits were made that way. The spandex bound padding was removed from the inside of the suit and the shoes fished out from the legs, as he was wearing something close to them anyway.

"The head is small enough, it may work." the male said, as he opened up the beak and sized up the opening with his hand and placed it over the muzzle of the zebra. "Yea may work."

Jake swung his legs, tickled pink that he was going to be able to wear something he actually wanted to wear. He stopped swinging them as the opening of the suit was brought to his hooved feet and slipped inside.

The jay was a bit larger than he was, and in a miraculous event, the legs slid on quite easily. The thick PVC fabric was large enough to go around his current suit and pull taught as his feet slipped into the shiny birdy claws, changing him yet again.

He stood up and the wide hips were pulled up over his, fitting exactly as the pony suit had, tight but not restrictive. His arms were a bit more of a chore to get in, but they slid into the winged arms and his fingers found their way into the feather fingers of the Blue Jay suit.

As the chest was fitted over his false bust, the head was turned away from him and he heard a zipper. From inside the he head, a thick foam lining was removed, making space for the little foam and fur of his current suit head. His head was pushed forward and slowly the avian head was lowered around his. The mane was filled with stuffing, enough to hold it's form, but not too much that it was stiff. The short zebra ears were folded against the head and the mane was compressed.

"Holy shit. It actually fits." the voice exclaimed, surprised that it fit.

He pulled the neck together and ran the zipper up the back, drawing the form around the current suit and finished closing the suit.

"Can you breathe fine?"

Jake nodded. The muzzle of the zebra was still open enough to let air through and the hole in the back of the head was large enough to fit the muzzle nearly perfectly.

He flapped his new wings and felt the weight of both suits fully now. It was heavy, and the temperature was a bit more than the zebra alone, but it was bearable. He carefully walked over to mirror, feeling out the new feet.

Jake was met with an insanely happy blue jay, both inside and out. He spread his wings, and got the first real look at the beautiful blue fur, contrasting to the white and black. The wings had individual feathers that wiggled as he moved his arms.

With the two suits on he felt stiffer, hindering his movement just a tiny bit, his limbs overall thicker, but still moveable with a half hearted bit of effort. He ran his wing arms along the short shiny beak, still able to feel it's smooth surface. Everything felt right about this.

"Well, featherbrain, get out to the floor. I want to see pictures of my suit later on! Oh, and this is floor seven and room sixty-five. Come back when you want to get out, and hang around if no one answers."

Jake gave the guy a strong hug. This was turning out to be the best first convention ever. Once again he set out on the convention floor, try as best he could to be true to the blue jay suit he was stuffed into. But the previous activity and stifled arousal left him partially drained. Now inside two suits, it began to weigh on him and began to eat rapidly at whatever strength was left.

As the night approached it's mid point, the wings began to weigh heavy on his arms, causing him to carry them in a folded pose near his chest. Slowly be began to feel the resistance building as his muscles began to wear out. Knees, arms and neck all needed some rest. He thought about heading back to his room for a small nap, perhaps just sleep like this.

As he sent thick feathered fingers to the spot on his waist where the hidden pocket was, he realized that the bluejay suit was on top of the zebra, stopping him from retrieving it. He groaned through the gag and tried in earnest to remember the room the blue jay came from. The only thing he could remember was the two-twenty-six room, where the zebra came from. He headed in that direction, thinking that if the current suit was removed, he would feel alot better. Less hindered anyway.

He arrived at the door and gave it a stern knock with his hand, rattling the door against the lock. Several seconds passed and there was no answer. Jake groaned again and knocked a second time. The door down the hall opened, room two twenty-seven.

The meerkat without her head on walked out.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

Jake couldn't answer, but used his fettered hands to pull the beak open enough for her to see the zebra underneath to get his message across.

"Ah." the meerkat laughed. "Got put into another suit. Did you want to get out?"

Jake nodded.

"Well, you can wait in his room until he gets back. I don't have the key and I think he took it with him, so just lay on the bed or something. You must be worn out, it's been nearly six hours now."

Six hours? Damn, that was a long time. He was led through the adjoining room and into the destination room. He spotted the bed and fell backwards on it, breathing out a long huff of air as his eyes slowly closed. It was a calling he was all to willing to heed, and fell alseep.

Jake slowly opened his eyes. His knees were stiff as they hung off the bed. He didn't know how long he had been out, but it was still night. he thought of the possibility that it was Sunday night, but reserved the fact that he only napped for a few hours, and it was just pre-dawn. He pulled himself up, feeling the corset still tight around his waist.

As he rose upward, his entire body felt stiff, sluggish. It was taking alot more effort than he remembered to get up. He slowly brought his arms up and stretched. For an odd reason, he no longer felt the wings pulling on his arms, it was just a taught compression around his legs and arms, restricting him even further.

He had heard of people that spelt in fursuits often would feel that it was tighter when they woke up, something about the suit settling on their body. However the fact that he could no longer feel the wings flapping around when he moved his arms concerned him. He moved his arms in front of his field of vision and was met with a very new surprise.

His blue, black and white feathered arms had been replaced with purple round looking things. It was like a tapered cylinder that ended in a oval flat portion where his feathered hands should be. More curious than alarmed, he stood up and nearly fell over. The weight alone was driving him back down, but the new purple feet of the same design as the 'hands'. Slowly he stood back up and waddled with a great deal of effort over to the mirror.

Everything was hard to move, as if the suit was overstuffed with padding to the point where it should have been a plush animal filled with sand to the point of exploding. Anything more than laying down face up with his limbs spread was too much work.

He finally made it to the mirror after a slow trudge. He was met face to face with another suit like the zebra, the head design anyway. It was a purple unicorn pony thing, with a multiple colored mane. On each of the pushed out thighs there was a large star with smaller white stars around it. He moved the muzzle around, trying to see inside, but it was impossible due to a wall of spandex blocking the view. He tried to shift the suit's head around his, but it was locked in place, the suit he was wearing before stuffed inside of it tightly.

The vision turned into crap. He was looking through three sets of fursuit eyes now, the zebra, the bluejay and now this pony thing. Everything outside was blurred unless it was up close. To make matters worse his hands felt locked in position, the stuffing of the suit pressing inwards on them as the third skin had been applied while he was sleeping.

He didn't sleep that soundly, did he? Well, he was extremely tired and fell right to sleep as he laid down. He was probably too tired, dead asleep as whoever put the suit on him, he didn't feel it. He flexed his limbs and felt the suit pulling against his actions, making the most comfortable pose an arms down legs close posture.

"So you finally found help putting Twilight on." a muffled voice said, getting through three layers of fur and foam deadened the sound. He turned around to see the meerkat, fully suited this time. Even from the triple filtered vision he could see that her suit hugged as tightly as the zebra he had put on before. And everything else on the suit made her look like a very sexy female Timon. She didn't need a corset or padding to get the female figure, as she was a natural.

"That suit fits you well." she reached out and grabbed one of his hooved hands and pressed in, he barely felt it. "Nice and tight. Bet you can't use your hands at all."

Jake looked at the underside of his hooves and tried to move them, only a single bump formed and he released his effort. The hooves were packed full, no way he was going to manipulate anything in them.

"So are we going to head out to the party?"

Jake didn't hear anything but 'Head out' and figured that she was taking him to find Archer and get him out of this whole thing. So he merely nodded and got inline behind her, being mindful of his thick feet hooves.

The two moved slowly, Twilight because of the huge hooves, and the female Timon with her oversized feet. It was obviously her first few hours in this suit, having not learned to walk properly with them.

They moved through the floor, down the elevator and off into another wing of the hotel and finally up another elevator. They stopped and Jake had to catch his breath, as moving in the layered suits pulled out alot of energy from the small pool of what he had left.

It was amazing that he didn't feel drenched in sweat. Rather it was an entire body warmth, like sleeping under several blankets. The only thing that was uncomfortable was when he moved from standing still.

The two walked into a room filled with a handful of people, most of them in suits with the heads removed, holding red solo cups in their furred paws and conversing in groups. The meerkat patted Jake's head and then melded into the crowd. He began to search the occupants for the horse, moving in and out of groups so he could get a better look at the suiters there.

It became exhausting and soon he sought a bed or something to lay down on. In one of the adjoining rooms he found fewer suiters and a roll away bed, where he sat down and laid upon to rest for a few minutes.

One of the suiters, moved over to him. It was a gazelle, the head still on. Though the waist told him it was female, the voice that came out was male. The gazelle spread it's legs and sat down on the stomach of the resting pony.

"Hey Twilight, giving the bed a whirl?" the fem-zelle asked.

He nodded and pushed his head into a position to stare at the ceiling, not caring about the weight on his stomach that shifted off after he confirmed the question.

The gazelle began to circle around the low bed, ducking down from his vision and fiddling with something near his arms and legs. Jake was just content to lay there, as it was extremely comfortable as he wasn't exerting himself anymore. The gazelle just kept moving in a clockwise fashion and touching him, a touch that be barely felt as it had to travel through three layers of thick fur.

He became alarmed as the gazelle moved back to his chest, did something there, then produce what looked like a medical collar. He tried to sit up and put his hooves up, but as he began to tug on them, they were stopped by an unknown force. Everything was pinned down, and the gazelle easily slipped the collar around his head and closed the tall plastic fame around it, immobilizing his head from moving. Finally the gazelle did something with his head, and he was no longer able to move it.

"There, all strapped in." the muffled bovid said patting him on the chest. "Just sit there for a while, I'm going to get my camera."

Jake let out a muffled yell from the gag and began pulling furiously at the bindings, but as hard as he could pull, the restraints pulled just as hard, whittling away the little strength he had left. He couldn't tell where they were, but they held him fast. With the neck brace and something around his head, he was stuck.

The gazelle returned and snapped pictured from all angles, then shoved the screen into the eyesight of the helpless Twilight. Jake saw what was keeping him down. A set of straps that wrapped tight around his ankles, knees, thighs, waist, wrists, elbows, chest and head. Seeing himself bound up though the eye of the camera was odd.

"I'll let you out in a little bit, I need to use the bathroom and grab some more booze." The gazelle said, shaking a cup in Jake's vision. He just groaned and pulled at his arm restraints. "You are not getting out of that on your own, so just enjoy it."

He struggled, there was no reason, other than his own daftness that he was in this situation. For some reason he knew at the beginning fo the night that this would probably snowball into something good. But he needed to adjust his definition of 'good'. After he was able to finally get into a suit, and the bluejay, he knew that he was willing to get into that over the zebra. The current suit hew as in was a complete surprise. Now on top of that he managed to bumble into getting himself strapped down, and with the ball gag tightly in his mouth, there was no way he could ask to get out. Everything that was on him now was going to keep him here for who knows how long.

After quite a bit of time passed, and he saved up the energy to struggle and moan more, the gazelle still hadn't returned. However his cries drew in other suiters who though that he was calling out for attention. They ignored his gagged please to get released and instead took them as a warm chirring when they began to touch him.

The suiters all took turns to massage him as much as they could through the suits, but only a handful had the strength to touch him though the layers. Jake would have been lying if he said the massages didn't feel amazing, but they were a good distraction to keep his mind off of his immobility. Many hands made their way down to his exposed crotch, but retreated quickly when they realized that through the suit there was nothing to stimulate. The corset was doing it's job well of keeping any arousal suppressed, and creating a 'smooth' crotch.

After what felt like an eternity, the gazelle returned, the black round magnet key for his bindings in hooved hand. The disguised male undid the straps and neck restraint and helped him get to his hooves. It was an odd mixture of feelings. Jake felt revitalized and soothed from the many massage attempts, but physically dead, barely able to shuffle to the door and work the 'fat' hooves on the handle.

The layered suiter made his way back to room two twenty six and knocked on the door. It was opened by the horse, Archer. He smiled, seeing the run down figure of Jake, hunched over slightly and leaning against the door frame.

"Had enough?" he asked.

Tired Twilight nodded and plodded inside, sitting on the bed and ready to end the night.

The horse zipped the neck from Twilight's head off and opened the rear zipper. The head was a hollow frame, large enough for the bird head to side inside with minimal fiddling. The arms were pulled off, revealing that the wings were wrapped around his hands to form the padding for the hooves. The rest of the body was pulled from the bird suit and placed inside the plastic bin from where it originated.

The bird was then pulled from the zebra suit and Jake began to flex, feeling the weight that had been pulling at him gone. He was now just in the spandex suit, corset and the zebra with the ball gag still seated in his mouth. As the rear snaps on the neck were popped loose, he had second thoughts about getting out of the last suit.

As the head was pulled off of his spandex hood and the gag loosened and removed he spoke again.

"Hey, um. Can you just put everything back on for the zebra, aside from the gag? I really want to sleep in her. I've grown… quite attached over the course of the night." he said, pulling the second hood back over his head and holding it out, ready to put it on.

"Sure, but I'm going to lock the suit back up." Archer replied.

"That's fine. It's just comfortable in here, and I don't know if you would let me get back inside tomorrow."

"Ok." Archer shrugged and helped him push his head back into the zebra and locked it back up.

Jake then hugged the 'headless' horse. "Thanks for this. It's been a really really fun time, if a little exhausting."

"You're welcome. I like to share suits I'm not wearing. Get others to experience the fun you can have, and then hopefully buy a suit from me. I made the Zecora and the Twilight suits you were in." Archer explained.

"Really? Well, I'll keep that in mind. I really want a blue jay like the second suit I was wearing." he said, surprised.

"If anything happens to them, I can make a new one or fix what broke. And take the Jay back to whomever you borrow it from before you head to bed." the horse handed him the now empty suit.

"I will." Jake slung the suit over his shoulder and moved out of the room, waving a hearty goodbye with his normal unfettered fingers again. He then brought the avian suit to it's owner and headed off to his room to sleep, stuck inside the Zecora suit.

His roomates were surprised when he walked in, but as he explained his night they listened with anticipation, Each of them finding a part of the story that they loved. Once noticing it was nearly five o'clock in the morning, he laid out on the bed, warm enough to sleep in without blankets thanks to the pony suit he was in.

His head hit the pillow. He had been up for seven extra hours he should have been a sleep. They were amazing hours of torment and frustration. It was a time he didn't want to reproduce any time soon, but it was something he did want to go through again.

Best convention ever…

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Had the story done for over two weeks, but needed to draw the pics for it…

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