Unifursity Daze free porn video

Unifursity Daze (This story is set in the Spell's R Us Universe copyright Bill Hart. Unifursity Daze concept, name and the characters portrayed in this story are mine to the best of my knowledge, except of course, the SRU wizard. Any resemblance to real individuals living or not living, circumstances, or what have you is coincidental.) Tyler didn't know how much longer he could take it. The piglets were splayed out on dissection trays and arranged around the room to facilitate the smooth transition from station to station as the students scratched out answers on their exam sheets while they scrutinized each pathetic corpse perforated by numbered pins. Tyler detested the dissections that were performed in class. He looked sadly at each little animal as he filled out the answers on his own test. Such a shameful waste, to be born onto a dissection tray to be split asunder and examined by students who would probably never find a practical use for this knowledge. Even though these were food animals and destined to be slaughtered, he still regarded this as waste. Tyler justified his role in the dissections with the understanding that the knowledge he gained would some day enable him to enter veterinary school. Upon graduation he would be in a position to actually do some genuine good for the animals that he loved. Tyler was especially glad that the biology instructors did not insist that they pith their own specimens. Had they asked him to do something as heinous as that, the bespectacled youth probably would have fainted. Tyler filled out the last answer on his exam and handed his test to the instructor. Smiling broadly, she took the exam from him. "Feeling confident Ty?" she asked pleasantly. Laura Hammond was a young teaching assistant in her late twenties who was sharp and upbeat. Ty grinned and looked at her only briefly before shyly turning away. "I did alright," he offered in response. She took his paper and slipped it into her folder. He noticed a ring on her slim finger for the first time. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day, Ty." He nodded and quickly ducked out the door of the laboratory and into the hall, eager to be free of the dissection and the classroom. Once outside in the warm spring air, his spirits lifted almost immediately. He'd opted to take the lab practical early in the morning to avoid the crowd of students and to allow him the rest of the day to spend at his leisure. He strolled over to the bike rack and unlocked the chain that was more of an inconvenience than a deterrent. Ty purposely bought cheap ugly bicycles, a lesson learned last year when he had spent about a good chunk of change on a really sweet cycle. Apparently, it was recognized for what it was worth and was swiped while he was at the library. He'd only had it two weeks. He frowned and shook his head as he dwelled on this unpleasant memory, but managed to shake it off. He had aced that test and nothing was going to disrupt his good mood today. Ty hopped on his bike and peddled over to the student union. He was intent on grabbing a bite to eat and checking his mail. Once there and securing his bike, he walked into the busy building and made his way to the cafeteria. It took him ten minutes and a single pass along the cafeteria line to realize that nothing really appealed to him. For some odd reason he kept mentally superimposing the images of the splayed open piglets over the food in the stainless steel steam trays. When he got to the end of the line, he bought a pint of milk and chugged it, tossing the plastic bottle into the dirty yellow plastic can by the register. The student post office was his next destination and he smiled as he noticed Megan working the counter. He took his place in line and waited patiently. He mentally counted the customers before him and determined that with an average transaction time of roughly 45 seconds that he might luck out and Megan would be his customer service representative for the day. He pushed his glasses up onto his nose and watched her work. She had a ready smile and took good care of herself. Ty had seen her jogging around campus and had seen her in the cafeteria filling up on greens. He could tell she dyed her hair as well. It was blond now, but she had dark roots. He had been here every day for the past two weeks and they were on a first name basis now. "Hey Ty!" came the bright voice. "Ty?" He snapped out of his reverie long enough to realize he was next, and he had been right on the money with his math, Megan was waiting for him. "Oh, sorry," he said as he blushed a little coming up to the counter. "I uh, just finished a lab practical this morning and I'm a little fried." She smiled at him and nodded. "I understand completely. I've been there many times," she laughed. "Well, anyway, you'll be glad to know that the package you've been looking for came today." Ty felt his heart skip a beat. "Yeah? I didn't think it was ever going to get here." His thoughts of Megan were temporarily recessed to the back of his mind. His day had just changed dramatically. "Well, it's here now and it's big. I'll have to bring it over to the side door." She pointed to a scarred wooden door with a dirty bronze knob just to the right of the counter. "You can wait over there for a moment and I'll bring it round." "Um...Ok," he said absently. Megan turned to head back into the sorting room to get the box when he stopped her. "Uh...wait, don't do that just yet. I forgot, I rode my bike over here and I won't be able to get it back to my place." "Oh, well. I could bring it over later," she offered. Ty was surprised. "Yeah?" "Sure, I get a lunch around one and I can bring it to you. It's heavy and you shouldn't have to walk with it. I can squeeze it into my car." Ty smiled and nodded. "That...that would be great. I'd really owe you one." "No problem," she said. He just stood there for a moment and she finally said. "Are you going to tell me where to take it?" "Oh...yeah, I was thinking that since you worked in a post office you might know," he offered. "So then you live in P.O. Box 220, you'd be better off moving into the box you just got in the mail," she grinned. "Oh God. How stupid of me." Ty had embarrassed himself again and he told her where he lived. She wrote it down on a post it and tucked it away. "I'll bring it by later," she said as she handed him the rest of his mail. "Thanks Tia." "Who's Tia?" Megan raised an eyebrow. "Megan!" he blurted. "I'm sorry; I don't know where that came from." She just nodded and went back to work. "See you later." "Yeah, thanks Megan." Ty took his mail and went back outside to his bike. He had made an ass of himself in front of Megan. He was sure she thought he was a fool. He frowned as he rode back to his dorm, deep in thought. As he secured his bike once more and made his way into the brownstone building that was his dormitory, he had wondered if he had made a mistake by allowing Megan to deliver that box for him. Perhaps he should have just walked it back to his building and then gone back for his bike. He couldn't place his finger on why he felt this way; he guessed it was just the thought of someone figuring out what might actually be in the box. He was taking a great risk already, this he knew, even though he had a private room, it didn't always guarantee privacy. So far he had been free to pursue his work, academic and otherwise, uninterrupted. He had a few hours to kill before Megan arrived, so he thought it might give him an opportunity to work on his latest project. Ty's room was an enigma. It looked as if two distinct people lived there. On the one side of his room he had an organized workstation and file cabinet, a bookshelf with all of his college texts neatly arranged by subject, a bed made to military precision, and a floor clear of debris. The other side of the room was just the opposite. There was a large drawing table with papers scattered about. A wide variety of pencils and inks both black and colored, and yet another computer with cords protruding from all directions. Ty had decorated the walls on that side of the room with posters from animated movies, and framed cells from actual cartoons. What nobody on campus knew, was that Ty was the creator of an online and locally distributed comic strip called Unifursity Daze. The comic followed the collegiate misadventures of a young co-ed by the name of Tia Tyler. This was a furry comic in that all of the characters were anthropomorphic animals. Tia, the main character, was a Siamese cat. There were other characters as well, each one unique in their personality. The strip that Ty was going to work on today focused on Tia and her friend Travis, a goat who happened to be quite skilled as a hacker. Ty just smiled a bit as he reviewed his rough outline of the panel. It seemed that every comic character seemed to have a hacker friend. Anyway, he liked the joke he had come up that capitalized on the frustrating message that was the kiss of death to any program. 'This computer has performed an illegal operation and will shut down'. It begins with Tia discussing cyber crime with her friend Travis as he is tapping away at his keyboard. After a few strokes the insidious message pops up and Tia says something along the lines as, "That doesn't look good." Travis has a downcast look on his face and responds, "You have no idea." Outside a window, you can see a SWAT team about to burst into the room. The knock at the door came as a surprise and startled Ty as he was roughing out the strip. He jumped from his table and turned to the door then caught himself. He turned back to his art table and gathered up his sketches and shoved them into a folder. Once he had hidden away his work, he turned once more to the door and opened it. Megan was there smiling at him. "Hey Ty, I got that box for you." "You could have gotten me first and I could have come outside and gotten it myself," said Ty in genuine embarrassment. He hadn't intended for her to have to carry the box up two flights of stairs. She just shook her head, her blond hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders with the gesture. "Oh you're fine," she said. "I have to lift these great big tubs of mail sometimes and they way a lot more than this, I can tell you." She shoved the box in through the door and stepped across the threshold of Ty's dorm. She noticed the chaos over in Ty's creative corner. "Wow, you sure do have a messy dorm mate, or is that your side?" "Um...actually," said Ty haltingly, "I don't have a roommate." "Really?" she asked. "How'd you manage to swing that?" "Well, I had a roommate, but he dropped out and they just never bothered to assign the space to another guy ya' know," lied Ty. His parents had actually arranged for him to have the room to himself. He always told the roommate story to hide his embarrassment. His parents, though he loved them, were over protective. Never letting him play sports, spend extended times at friend's houses, among other things. Now they had arranged for him to have a private dorm room to protect him from any potential bad influences from another, more willful student. "Lucky you," said Megan. "I wish I had a private room." She looked around non-chalantly. "Oh wow...so these are your pictures?" She walked over to the side of the room decorated with the various cartoon cells and posters. "You collect cartoon art? Some of these are pretty obscure, but I remember watching them growing up." Ty just shrugged. "Well...yeah. I always liked cartoons. You know. Animals that walk and talk. I always thought it would be pretty cool if animals could do that." "Me too," said Megan. "I often wondered what my cat might have to say other than..." Megan cocked her head to the side and closed her eyes making a loud snoring sound. Ty laughed. "Yeah, cat's have it easy don't they?" "They sure do," said Megan as she snapped out of feigned sleep. "People say that humans are smarter than animals, but we're the ones busting our butts at work and school, feeding them and taking care of them. Heck, I'm beginning to think that we were created to serve them." "That's why I'm going into veterinary school," said Ty. "I really have a fondness for them." "That's pretty cool Ty," said Megan. "Hey what's this?" Ty watched as she bent down and picked up a piece of his failed attempt at a Unifursity Strip from the garbage of all places. She began to unfurl it. "Did you draw this?" Ty froze. "Is this a Unifursity Daze panel?" she asked. "I love that comic!" Ty just stammered out, "Um...yeah. I...uh...I copied it, you know, just to practice my art some. I really like Tia Tyler's work." "You do a good job Ty, these look like original sketches." "Thanks," he said. "But it's just practice, I throw em' out because of the copyright." "Well, I don't think you should pitch them. The copyrights only if you're trying to sell them." "Better safe than sorry," said Ty sheepishly. "Can I see more of your stuff?" she asked. "Uh...do you have the time?" She looked at her watch, "Oh...good point, I'd better get back to work, lunch is about over." "Oh no...you didn't get to eat because of me," said Ty. "Oh don't worry. I'll grab something on the way back if I'm in the mood. I skip more often than not," she said. "By the way, I'm curious. What's in the box, if you don't mind my asking?" "Art supplies," said Ty. "I uh...ordered some stuff off the net." "Ok. Cool. Well, I'll be seeing you around. I suppose you won't be stopping by the post office anymore now your box has finally gotten here," she said with just a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Um...no, I'll still drop by. I actually enjoyed this visit Megan." Blushingly, he smiled at her once more. She returned the smile, nodded and raised a hand in farewell. "See ya' Ty." She was gone and Ty was alone with the box. His heart was thumping in his chest and he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. He remembered he had told Megan that the box contained art supplies, suppose she'd read the return address and knew he had lied. He quickly scanned the label and was relieved to see that no return address was listed. He caught himself looking around as if he was about to do something criminal. His head was pounding now, a rhythmic hammer fall within his right temple. 'Why am I so anxious?' he thought to himself. 'I'm acting like...like...' he didn't finish the thought, it was distasteful too him. He knew exactly how he was acting; he was acting as if he were in a position where a stranger might catch him masturbating. Ok, I've got to wait until dark, I don't want to risk being seen. I need to take my mind of things for awhile. Ty sat down with his sketchbook and began to draw. He doodled some to get started, then he began to work on another panel of Unifursity Daze. He was distracted though and was unable to finish. Finally, he just picked out a fresh sheet of paper and began to draw his main character once more, Tia Tyler. The name had been selected by design. First of all, Ty was drawing and publishing the comic under a female pseudonym. He selected Tyler as her last name to match his first name. Second, the syllable in the name Ty could also be applied to Thai, identifying her with Thailand. Of course, Tia was all American, but her species was a Siamese cat. Since Thailand was once know as Siam that contributed to her species selection. He began to draw Tia in a slightly different vein. After a few cartoon drawings as she was normally drawn, he crumpled up those sketches and tried something different. He started to think of the sleek lines and grace of a young Siamese cat. He visualized in his head, this cat with human like features of build. Upright posture, hands in lieu of paws, the feline face and eyes, a slim female shape and two breasts... Two breasts? Ty noticed for the first time that this picture of Tia was not only drawn as a realistic anthropomorphic cat, but he had drawn her nude in an erotic pose. Oh God, he thought. Look at what I am doing. He crumpled up the sketch and tossed it in the wastebasket. He was glad he had decided to draw this after Megan had left. That would have been quite awkward if she had pulled that out of his garbage, and what had she been doing anyway routing through his wastebasket? That's not fair, he thought, it's my own fault for not hiding it better. She probably just saw some drawing, distorted by the folds of the crumpled paper, and was just curious. He felt a little irritated nonetheless. He liked Megan, but he didn't like his artwork being seen by others until it was ready. Ty sat there for a moment, just thinking deeply to himself, as he was wont to do. Anticipation was giving him a headache now and he couldn't wait for nightfall, the thrill of opening the box would have to wait until then. Of course, the contents were not nearly as something mundane as art supplies. It was something quite different and Ty found himself on a mental journey back three weeks to the first time he had ever set foot in that strange little shop called "Spells R Us". * * * * * The first thing that struck Ty about the place was the bizarre display of Arabic looking symbols seemingly painted above the front of the shop front. Only after squinting for a bit was he able to see that they were not Arabic characters at all, but the negative image of the store's name. The walls of the mall interior were a sort of light grey to match the flagstone and tile of the floor. The wording of the sign was blue on light grey, the blue making up the interior of the letters that blended into the borders of the wall pattern. Once Ty could identify the pattern of the words, he didn't understand how he could not have seen them before. The store was called "Spells R Us". Odd name. He thought to himself. An occult store perhaps? Ty noticed a few other strange things about the location. First it was located in a busy mall, yet he noticed that the traffic on this end was particularly light. Many of the shops nearby were vacant, so that might explain the light traffic. Every other shop had an open storefront to the main hallway to encourage browsing. Not "Spells R Us". There was a heavy looking wooden door with a dingy four panel window that was impossible to see through more than a foot or two. It appeared to be dark beyond, yet there was a sign neatly scripted in calligraphy placed within the window that beckoned PLEASE COME IN. Ty was intrigued but the place did not seem particularly inviting, even with the neatly inked sign affixed to the window. It doesn't read correctly, He thought, it should say please come in with a purpose. Ty's curiosity had gotten the better of him and he found himself standing right in front of the store with his hand on the door latch. It won't be open; he thought as he turned the handle, it's a mistake. He was surprised when the door swung inward and he stood there amazed at what he saw within. Never before had Ty witnessed such a cacophony of disordered variety. The shop was dark and overcrowded, the only illumination coming from dim, parchment shaded overhead lamps. On the far wall was a bookshelf lined with all manner of musty looking books and antiquated scrolls. Scattered throughout the shop there were vials of multi colored liquids, quill pens and writing stylus, articles of clothing, masks, pictures, antiques, some of which looked occult related and some not. The place reminded Ty of a flee market. "I can tell by the astonishment on your face young man that my place of purveyance baffles your expectations?" said a strong and deep voice from Ty's left. Ty whirled around and saw a tall, lean man with long white hair standing behind the counter, a musty looking book spread out on the table before him with a few modern books nearby. "I'm sorry?" said Ty having not really heard what the elderly man had said. "My store surprises you," said the man more succinctly. "Yes..." said Ty. "I...I was just curious and came inside to see what sort of place this was. I can see you're probably busy so I'll just head back out." "Nonsense!" said the man. "I'm not busy at all", he grinned. "Go ahead and look around, I'm sure you'll find something you like and I am sure we can hammer out a deal to satisfy your desires." "Well, I'm not sure if you have anything that would suit my interests," said Ty feebly. "Ah, but that is where you are wrong!" said the man as he came out from behind the counter. "You see, I am a purveyor of dreams!" The man swept his arm over the room, the fabric of his midnight blue robe whispering as he gestured. "Everything you see here has a story. Some have been written, some have not. That is the joy of exploration. So feel free to browse at your leisure. I'm sure something will strike your fancy." Ty turned away as the man began to busy himself arranging some vials on a shelf. What harm could it do? He asked as he began to look around. Certainly there were many interesting things here, but still, nothing that he really wanted. After a quarter hour of paging through badly foxed books written in languages he didn't understand, marveling at strange and bizarre antique devices whose purposes have been lost in history, and nearly knocking over a shelf of what could only be described as potions, Ty had seen everything he though he could see. He began to leave, but felt compelled to seek out the old gentleman once more. He wanted to make sure that the old man saw him leave, he didn't want him to think he was stealing anything by sneaking out, although the place was so cluttered, he might not even notice if anything did come up missing. "Um sir?" he said as he found the man flipping through some manuscripts at a reading stand. "I guess there really isn't anything for me here after all." The old man looked up and ran his hand through his hair. "Really? That is a first, yes indeed, quite the first." "Sorry," offered Ty, although he wasn't sure why. "No need to be sorry lad. If nothing suits, that is not your fault." As he spoke, he leaned back over his reading stand and surreptitiously palmed a tiny vial of yellow liquid. With his thumb, he popped the cork and drizzled the liquid onto a blank piece of parchment. Ty suddenly felt his bladder fill like a balloon. "Um...do you have a public restroom?" asked Ty. "It isn't public, but you may use it. It's back around by the costumes." "Costumes?" said Ty. His interest was renewed. He hadn't seen any costumes and he thought he'd been all over the store. "Don't tell me you missed a whole section of my shop?" "I...I guess I must have," offered Ty. "Umm..." "As you turn around it will be too your left, past the vintage clothing, around the rack of fur coats and straight down the hall into the other room with the costumes, through that to another hall and it will be the only door on your left." Ty was amazed. He had no idea that the store was this large. From the outside it looked considerably smaller. He followed the old wizard's, for that is what Ty was coming to think of him as, directions through the back portion of the store. Ty went past the vintage clothing and the old fur coats into a room that looked like the back stage of an old theatre. The urgency in his bladder was momentarily forgotten as he looked at the display stands and the racks of various clothing articles. Ty was more interested in furry costumes, but some of these were quite astounding as far as the authenticity in their design. On one rack were dresses that looked like civil war era outfits, another contained military uniforms of various nationalities and periods. As he proceeded further into the room he noticed that the costumes became more complete and complex. Against the far wall, there was a grizzly bear that appeared to be mounted on a stand; the beast was a full nine feet tall and upon close examination, Ty could see a well hidden zipper down the front of the bear. Ty was curious as to why someone would take the time to install a zipper on a taxidermy bear that no one could possible wear. He looked around some more at the other figures and saw a strikingly beautiful woman dressed in an elaborate period costume from the eighteenth century. He examined the dress the woman wore and smiled to himself. 'Ah, not so authentic after all,' he thought as he noticed the zipper up the back of her dress protruding slightly from under a false button placket. His rather slightly smug sense of self satisfaction evaporated though as he noticed something strange. The zipper on her dress didn't stop at the neckline, but continued up onto the woman's neck and disappeared into her hair. This isn't a costume on a dummy. The whole THING is a costume! Ty's head filled with questions even as his bladder continued to fill with Urine. Unable to hold it any longer, he dashed back to the hallway where the bathroom was located and he ducked inside. Moments later there was a flush and Ty washed his hands. He opened the door to the bathroom and confronted a sight he had not noticed on his way in. Hanging up on a rack along the wall were some character costumes. Very nice reproductions indeed, however there was a slight problem, these were Ty's characters. There was Travis, the goat hacker, Roderick, a raccoon nerd who had a crush on Tia, Calvin, a grey tomcat and Tia's boyfriend in the story, and several others. Ty's heart skipped a beat though when he saw his prime creation if not for which the others would never have been contrived. Tia. None of the costumes were oversized, and they looked realistic enough except for a few features that identified them as cartoon characters. Tia's eyes were fixed and were that wonderful pale blue. Her head was slender with a narrow muzzle and her hair was styled just like in his cartoon. The markings were rather static, but conveyed the depth of detail that he gave his cartoons and accurately reflected the color pattern of a stylized Siamese cat. Ty was honored that someone had taken the time to create these costumes of characters he had created, but found himself annoyed by the fact that he had not been consulted and was not likely to receive any type of royalty. He had placed a lot of hard work into his comic, and even though he wrote it under a pseudonym, it didn't give anyone the right to copy his ideas. "Excuse me Sir?" called out Ty. "I need to speak with you about something." He turned to head back the way he came and nearly knocked the old man down who had appeared just behind him. As Ty recovered from the shock, the old man reached out and gripped his shoulder. "I see you discovered my secret," he said. "I've been a great fan of your comic and couldn't help but to try and bring some more reality to them." "How did you know I was the cartoonist?" asked Ty. "I could see in your reaction upon seeing them. Besides, I told you that you would find something that would suit your fancy." "Um...speaking of suit," said Ty. "Was I ever going to be told about these?" The wizard chuckled. "Well, it appears you have me dead to rights young man. I'll tell you what, you can have any one costume for yourself, and whatever ones I sell, I'll give you seventy-five percent. That way I can cover my costs." Ty looked at him. "Why not one hundred percent? After all, it isn't my fault that you stole my ideas." The wizard narrowed his eyes at Ty. "I'll give you eighty percent; I've put a lot more work into these than the simple drawing of a panel." Ty bristled a bit at that. Drawing panels and keeping them entertaining was hard work. Before he could respond, the wizard quieted him with a raised finger. "Why don't you try one on and see if you like them before you say anything else." Ty looked at him and then back towards the costumes. "Go on Ty," said the wizard. Ty headed over to the rack and looked them over. He lingered over Tia a bit too long and blushed. He continued on and finally began pulling down Calvin from the rack. "Don't deny yourself the pleasure of what you really want Ty," said the wizard. "It's only a costume and no one else is here." He grinned at Ty, flashing almost perfectly white teeth. Ty hung Calvin back up and went for his true desire. He pulled the adorable Tia down from the rack and stepped into the changing room without giving the wizard a second glance for fear he might lose his nerve. Once the door to the changing room was closed, he began to become more confident. The walls were wood paneled, and there was a full length mirror before him. Ty stripped down to his underwear and picked up the bodysuit of the costume, examining the soft furry pelt and admiring the airbrush work that had been done on the costume. He was worried it wouldn't fit him correctly as he was a guy, but he noticed that the inside of the costume was padded in the chest and hips as well as the buttocks. The inner lining was cinched in the middle and the fabric there was tight and stretchy. This fursuit was made for a man to wear. Eagerly, Ty unzipped the back of the bodysuit and stepped into the warm, inviting interior. As he slid his legs inside, he could feel the soft fabric brush against his skin sending a pleasurable sensation up his spine. He pulled Tia's hips up to his own and closed the zipper in front just a tad. He hunched over and slid his arms into the suits, sliding his hands into her paws and shrugging her up onto his shoulder. He grabbed the zip in her cute paw like hands and zipped the body up to his neck, having to deal with a little resistance around his mid-riff. Once the bodysuit was zipped, Ty appeared to have the shapely figure of a young furry woman with an hourglass figure, slender legs and arms. He grinned and blushed at the image before him. He quickly grabbed the mask in order to complete the illusion and slipped it on over his head. It fit him perfectly and he was able to see through the fixed blue eyes. He didn't even have to take his glasses off. He made a few poses in the suit and examined his image in the mirror. His living breathing cartoon creation mimicked his every move in the mirror. Ty was hooked. Moments later he emerged as himself from the changing room. "Alright. I want the Tia costume and eighty percent of the other Unifursity character costumes you sell." The wizard smiled. "Done and done. I'll send it to you if you just give me some information....." That had been weeks ago, and finally the promised item had arrived. Ty waited eagerly for the anonyminity that darkness would bring. * * * * * * As night fell, Ty's headache had increased. His heart was pounding out a rhythmic base beat in his chest and he had begun to sweat. It was late, dark, and he was alone with the box that had come in the mail, the one he claimed was art supplies. He pulled his shades and even shoved a dark towel under the crack in his door. He didn't want anyone to know he was still awake. He knew he was behaving on the verge of paranoia, but he couldn't help himself. This was only his second foray into this genre. When he had first tried on that costume back at "Spells R Us", it had been different. Now he was alone to do whatever he wanted while suited up as the love interest of his own creation. Using his dorm key, he slit the tape from the box and quietly peeled it open. The sound seemingly magnified by his attempt at stealth. Inside there were several layers of packing material that he carefully removed. He gathered the refuse up and stuffed it into the trash can. Now he was ready to see the fruits of his effort. The first thing he noticed was the fact that the fur material was different than that of the costume at the shop. As he ran his hand over the creamy colored fur, it was soft and very lifelike. He noticed a small post-it inside the wall of the box. Dear Ty, I know it isn't the same costume that you tried on in the shop, but I believe you will find this more suited to your purposes. The first suit was just a prototype, this one is actually finished. Ty wasn't sure what he had meant by "not finished", the costume he'd tried on was complete enough for a cartoon character. His curiosity piqued, he removed the suit from the box and spread it out on the bed. He gazed at it in awe. Unlike the suit in the shop, this one was all one piece and was proportional to the form of a fit and attractive female. Her fur was just as he had imagined. Cream colored with hints of dark shading fading into black on her paw hands and feet. Her tail was long and graceful, limp now, but reaching out to touch it, he could feel some sort of mechanism in there that gave it shape and allowed it to move. The most striking feature though was the face. Unlike the cartoon version at the shop, this one looked like a real Siamese cat. Her ears were upright and her muzzle was narrowed to the tell tale point of the Siamese breed. Her ears were pink inside with thin black fur along the back. The eye holes were empty, but there was a set of contact lenses in a plastic bag taped to the bottom of the box. He noticed that there were even eyelids built into the costume and they felt slightly sticky on the inside. The only thing that set her face aside from that of a normal four legged cat, was her black page-boy style haircut that her head fur had been styled in, just like the creation of his dreams. Ty was staring at the hollow form of Tia Tyler and he was about to give her life. He stripped down completely and reluctantly removed his glasses. His eyesight was bad, but to achieve the effect he needed, he had to wear the contact lenses. He opened up the packet with its little bottle of saline and went to his mirror mounted over his dresser to apply the lenses. Leaning in close to the mirror, he managed to get them both in. He stared back at himself with beautiful blue feline eyes. He turned his attention back to the suit on the bed and he looked it over for the fastener. It took him a moment or two, but he managed to find the zipper on the costume. It was thin and tiny with a tab that was barely big enough to grip with his fingers. It had been hidden under a flap of fur that had been designed to meld perfectly with the natural flow of her fur. He slowly unzipped the front of the cat, marveling at her perfectly proportioned breasts and her slender waist. The zip stopped just above her navel and he realized she was an insie. He had never thought of her in that much detail, this guy at Spells R Us was a genius. It was then that Ty noticed that she was anatomically correct as well. Ty nervously picked up the suit and carefully spread it open. He was slender, but he was worried that he might not fit inside this beauty. He held it in front of him and down, preparing to step into the costume. Tia's empty face had slipped back and was looking up at him, the angle of the view caused her mouth to drop open slightly showing visible teeth and even her tounge. She seemed to be smiling at him. Inside the suit, he noticed that it was lined with a black rubbery material, ribbed along the sides and seemingly cinched as well. There was padding around her hips and buttocks as well as the realistic breasts. He slipped his right leg into the suit and was amazed at how cool and smooth it felt. 'Oh my god...' he thought to himself. He pointed his toes downward and slid his leg inside, marveling at the way that her leg filled out as he did so. As he got to her ankle, there was a little resistance and he gave it a gently tug. Something shifted and his foot popped into the cool rubbery interior of her foot like it would into a rubber boot. He wiggled his toes and they matched up with those of Tia. Encouraged, he slid in his other leg just as easily. He hitched her up to his waist and noticed a bit of an obstacle. Oh crap. I could pack a cannon load with my dick right now. Ty was rock hard and had to work feverishly to adjust himself so that he could slide Tia up a little more. He managed to get his package into the special pouch built into Tia's artificial sex, and he realized that this costume might be built for intercourse. As he pulled the costume up over his waist and hips, he also felt a little draft by his anus. He wouldn't be needing to take the costume off for bathroom breaks either. I take it back. He's not a genius, he's a super genius! Now it was time for the arms. So far everything had fit so well. He leaned down and worked Tia up to the point that he could slide his arms into hers. Those same sensations came over him as his right arm slide into that of Tia. Her arm filled out nicely and appeared to be even more slender than his own. Probably a trick of how the fur was laid. He wiggled his fingers into those of her right hand was satisfied by the perfect fit. He then felt some special pads at the end of his fingers. When he applied some pressure, Tia's claws, painted a glossy black, popped out. Ty was thrilled as he expanded and retracted them a couple of times. He slid in his left arm and proceeded to test that as well as he shrugged her shoulders up onto his own. "So far so good," he murmured out loud. He reached down and tried to grasp the tiny zipper tab. It was very difficult as it was recessed into the fur of the costume. He then noticed that using Tia's claw, he could hook it easily. He slowly began to pull it up the length of her torso, stopping at his midriff. He sucked in his gut a little and could feel the pressure of that ribbing on her side. He continued to pull the zipper up with a little resistance, and with a quick "zrrrp!" he managed to get it up to the base of her cleavage. The strong ribbed material inside the suit served as a type of corset. Ty had no trouble achieving the hourglass figure of his beloved Tia. He ran his pawed hands down her sides and could feel the ribbing through the suit, just like it was her ribcage. He also noticed that she was well toned as well. The only step that was left was to put the mask in place and complete the illusion. He reached back behind his head and grabbed her face and wig. He flipped it over like a hood and managed to line up her eyes. The eyelids stuck to his own and the costume could blink. He shifted the mask some more and his mouth slid into place, his tongue going neatly into the slim feline tongue. It felt like having gum stretched over it. His teeth slid into special groves built into her teeth and gum line and soon he was pulling the zip all the way up and hiding it under that flap of fur. He examined himself in the mirror and the first thing he noticed was that he could actually see himself in the mirror. Somehow, as if by magic, his vision had cleared. Standing before him, Hell, it was him was Tia Tyler. She looked at herself, wide eyed in amazement. She ran her hands up the length of her body and cupped her breasts, rubbing them delighting in the sensation. "Oh yes!" she gasped at the sound of her own feminine voice. "There must be some sort of device in the mouthpiece," she said out loud. This was followed by a girlish giggle as she wiggled her whiskers and her tail slinked around in a most feline manner. I can't believe this! She looked down at herself and couldn't help but probe her nether regions. Reaching inside herself deeply, she could feel Ty. She surprised herself once more as she began to purr. He gasped in surprise, her mouth slightly agape and managed to catch some odors he'd never smelled before. She even has that organ that cat's have under their nose and mouth roof...what is it called...oh yes, Jacobson's organ. Tia took one of Ty's brushes and began to brush her hair and smooth her fur. She stretched and yawned, her claws flexing as she did so. She turned this way and that in front of the mirror examining the grace and beauty of her new form. "Now now Ty!" he admonished himself out loud in her voice. "I was never conceited about my good looks...." Ty stayed in costume for several hours. He studied as Tia, used the bathroom as Tia and even tried to eat some cereal as Tia, although he didn't much care for the cereal for some reason. About halfway through the bowl, he had spooned out the shredded wheat into the sink and just drank the milk. He could see her face reflected back to him at the bottom of the bowl with a milk moustache. She giggled and wiped a paw across her face. She washed out the bowl and noticed a few fur swirls in the sink. "Oh dear...this may take some getting used to," she said out loud to herself. She giggled. "I could end up with a hairball...." She walked gracefully to the mirror and admired herself once more. "Well, I guess it's time to let you out Ty," she said as she fumbled at her neck with her delicate paw-hands. That's odd. Thought Ty. I can't seem to find the zipper. Amusement turned to bafflement and then to panic. Ty was stuck inside this costume and had no clue how to get out. Cutting it off was out of the question, he would just have to think of another way. As he pondered what to do, Tia's sharp eyes happened to notice the slip of paper on the floor where the wizard had scrawled his note. On the back was a phone number and a message. 'Incidentally Tyler, if you run into any problems, feel free to call me.' This definitely qualified itself as a problem and Ty used Tia's fingers to dial the number. Moments later a sleepy voice answered. "Hello?" "Um...Sir, it's me," said Ty in Tia's feminine voice. "I'm stuck in the costume and I can't get it off." "Tyler?" "Yes...please you have to help me!" she said. "Calm down, calm down," said the voice on the other end. "I'll come over to your place and get you. Can you get outside without being seen?" Tia padded over to the window and looked down into the courtyard. Luckily, there was no one around. "I think so," she said. "Alright. I'll be there soon, what's the address again?" Tia grabbed some of Ty's clothes and threw them on. He might be a female cat, but he wasn't going to run out there naked just the same. He waited for twenty minutes before opening the window and sliding out onto the sloped awning. "I can't believe what I've gotten myself into!" said Ty out loud in Tia's voice. He found he was growing comfortable inside her and he seemed to poses even more agility than normal. Tia found it very easy to slide down the front awning and leap the final distance to the ground. She dashed off into the alley and waited for the wizard to show up in the van he said he would be driving. About fifteen minutes after she hid in the alley, Tia saw the van approach. She waited a moment to be sure and could see the silhouette of the driver illuminated by the backlight of the parking lot lamps. It was the wizard. She dashed from the alley and into the passenger seat. Immediately, she wheeled on the wizard. "What did you do to me?" "Relax," said the wizard. "This is what you wanted after all isn't it?" "I...well...but this is different," said Tia. "I know, I know," he said as he drove back to the shop. "We're going to fix all that." Some time later, they were back in the wizards shop. They had entered through the back door as the mall was closed. Besides, it was the most obscured way to get Tia inside unseen. The wizard took Tia towards the back and told her strip down. "I'm naked," she said nervously. "Nonsense," said the Wizard. "You're in a cat costume Ty." Tia looked confused for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, yes of course." He took off his clothes and the wizard began to check her over. "Yes...yes...mmm...hmmm...I see...yes, alright Ty I think I've found the problem. We'll have everything fixed in no time at all. I just need you to wait for me in the workshop." The wizard pointed to a very bizarre looking door that was designed to look like the cover of a book. "Your workshop is in there?" said the feline nervously. "Like the door? I custom built that myself. Looks like a big book doesn't it?" Tia just nodded and turned towards the door. It opened on it's own and it was dark beyond. Tia disappeared into the darkness and the door slammed shut. The wizard sighed and picked up Ty's clothes. He tossed them with the other vintage outfits towards the back after he removed Ty's wallet. He pocketed the cash and took out the student ID and his driver's license. He opened a bottom drawer behind his counter labeled lost and found and tossed the ID's amongst piles of others. He smiled to himself and looked at his watch. Moments later, there was another knock at the back door. "Ah, right on schedule," said the Wizard. Opening the back door he was greeted by the sight of a desperate looking grey tom cat clutching a woman's raincoat around himself. "Megan!" beamed the wizard. "The Calvin costume suits you!" He nodded and stepped inside. "Is she hear yet?" "Why of course Cal," said the wizard. "Right through the door." The grey cat handed over a purse and the coat he had wrapped himself in for modesty and proceeded to the door which opened on its own accord and closed as she stepped through. The wizard took the money from Megan's purse and tossed her ID and truck keys into the lost and found. He hummed to himself as he retrieved a book from his shelf. It looked ancient, but the cover said, "Unifursity Days: Reality Check Vol. 1" "Yes...yes," he said out loud to himself. "I am quite the fan of your comic Tyler, but I was afraid your work would become so stymied and hackneyed by the amount of effort you put into it day by day. You needed a little break and some fresh material...yes sir. I can't wait to read the first panel tomorrow." * * * * * The alarm clock rang and Tia stretched langoriously in bed. She yawned and sighed, sitting up and scratching her ear. She felt a little disoriented and not quite sure of her surroundings, but she was becoming more aware as she emerged from slumber. "Coffee," she muttered as she slipped on a robe and began to fix herself a cup of vanilla cr?me to microwave. Just as the microwave toned to signal coffee time, the telephone rang. Tia picked it up and mumbled "Hello?" as she ran her paw through her hair. "Tia...I'm so glad to hear your voice." "Calvin. Is something the matter?" she asked. "No...Ty...ehrhem...Tia. Everything is perfect."