I let go of the zipper and stared blankly into the suit. It made sense now; nobody broke into my house, but rather I had brought somebody, something, in. I heard it repeat itself.

“You good? I don’t know what you expected.” it said, now pushing itself up.

I look at it and stay silent. The “intruder” wasn’t an intruder at all.

It stays silent for a moment before it rubs the back of its neck and looks down, as if it did something wrong.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave then.” it says, facing the hallway. When it walked out, I heard its footsteps retreat until they were by my front door. I think it waited a moment before I heard it open the door, and walk out.

Completely numb to what had just happened, I stood up and slowly walked to the front door, where it left. I recollected the sight I had just seen. How the empty suit, was walking and talking with it’s own voice and without someone in it. How it nonchalantly asked if I could help it clean itself. How it intended for me not to be afraid. How it wanted to be my friend. How it healed me of my hangover with a tight, yet gentle hug.

How it was adorable.

Regret set in. Me kicking it out was unneeded, and I probably really hurt its feelings. On top of that, I haven’t really had a lot of people to talk to besides at work, where most of my conversations there were me rejecting persistent creeps. And the one chance I had to have a unique friend, a caring friend, I threw away. I had a moment of reconsideration, debating on whether or not I should apologize to it.

I looked down at the coffee table where all of the cleaning materials were sitting. I then looked at my front door and ultimately made my decision.

Swinging open the door and darting out, I looked in both directions and saw nothing. I ran down to the left end of the complex’s hallway and rapidly looked around and I didn’t see it, which prompted me to sprint the other way. I knew that if someone else would find out about the fursuit, it most likely would be captured for being abnormal. I didn’t think it deserved that. And if it did get captured, it would be my fault.

I turned a corner and saw a brief glimpse of it, turning another corner at the bottom of the complex, far away from where I was.

“Hey!” I yell. “Come back!”

I thought it had heard me, but I didn’t get a response or a see it turn around.

I sighed before I bolted down the stairs, running to the same corner I had seen it at. It was walking with its head down towards the exit.

“Hey!” I yell. I see it stop, but not raising its head.

I run up to it and rest, gasping for air.

“Hey,” I say, taking a breath. “I almost didn’t catch you there. I’m sorry for treating you harshly. I can let you stay, but we need to talk.”

I stop talking, continuing my heavy breathing from not using my gym membership for months.

I received no response, but just a slight head turn, still looking down.

“I-I’m sorry. Please come back, I want to be your friend.” I plead.

I see the sulking wolf turn around and face me.

“You threw me out like trash. Why should I believe you?” it said, looking up at me, finally.

“I...” I stop and think about why I actually came back. The answer hurt me to say, but I knew that it would appreciate my honesty. Keeping that in mind, I close my eyes, look down, and talk quietly.

“...I’m pretty lonely.” I say, disappointingly. “I don’t usually talk to a lot of people. And when you came along, I thought you were someone who broke into my house.”

I look back to the suit and see no reaction from it, just it keeping the same mopey posture.

“I-I know you didn’t mean to scare me, and I’m sorry for thinking you were an intruder. But you’re much better than that. I-I don’t know how you’re uh...” I trail off.

It looks up, seemingly more attentive than before.

“...alive, but I just want you to know that I don’t care about how you’re living. I only care that you wanted to be my friend. I don’t really have anyone to lean on when I’m hurting.”

The suit didn’t say a word. I now began to very slightly tear up, hating myself for the previous hostility towards it.

“I-I understand if you want to leave, you’d have every right to. And I couldn’t stop you. But if someone were to find out that you’re a living fursuit, you would be captured and I wouldn’t ever forgive myself.”

Silence. I didn’t receive any sort of response, just the same blank stare. I look down, regretting my choices earlier. A tear slowly fell from my face as I looked at its body language and the dirt on its fur.

I sniffle, holding back more tears as I try my last card in my sleeve.

“If you come back,” I weep. “I’ll help you clean your fur...”

The suit continued to stare at me for a moment, before taking a small step towards me and slowly extending its arms around me. I see it close its eyes and put its head on my shoulder, as I reach out and hug it as well. The feeling of healing, warmth, and comfort returned to me as I held on. We hugged for a few seconds before mutually releasing each other.

“C’mon,” she said. “I forgive you. Let’s go.”

We walked back to my apartment, both of us exchanging casual conversation and apologizing to each other. When we reached the door, I grabbed the doorknob but was interrupted by her.

“Hey,” she said. “I never got your name.”

I looked at her and gave a slight smile.

“Kayla. Kayla Tulin. And you?”

“Alex.” she replied, in a cheerful tone.

I opened the door of my apartment and motioned for her to get in, and followed her inside. I shut the door behind us and see Alex flop on the couch, looking a little tired. We both glance at the cleaning supplies before she speaks out.

“Hey,” she said, yawning, “I’m pretty tired, so we can do my fur tom-“

“I’ll do it, just relax.” I say. “You just get comfy, and I’ll take care of the dirt, okay?”

Alex adjusted herself on the couch, now laying on her back while I collected the scrub brushes and spray bottles. There was only a few spots that needed to be scrubbed clean, and then she’d be golden.

I knelt down next to the couch and wet the dirty spots with the cleaner, ready to begin. When I began to scrub her leg, however, she squirmed.

“Hehe!” Alex cried out. “That tickles!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were ticklish.” I say, withholding the brush.

“Oh no, silly, that’s the reason I asked you to clean my fur.”

After about an hour of scrubbing, squealing, and laughing, I threw the scrub brush in the bucket and wiped sweat from my forehead. She looked beautiful. Her fur now looked bright and new, and felt like silk. Alex was now extremely tired though, closing her eyes and resting her head on the armrest.

“Hey.” I say, sitting at the end of her couch, next to her paws.

I see her eyes slightly open and stare at me.

“Hey, Kayla.”

“You’re all clean. You look beautiful, Alex. Let me know if you, uh, need anything else.” I say, rubbing my eyes. Looking over her again made me feel a bit turned on, which didn’t make much sense to me. She looked cute and adorable, which made me start breathing a little more heavily thinking about doing “it” with her.

I hear a over-dramatized gasp and see her sit straight up, and extend her arms and legs, inspecting the now clean fur.

“I look... amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Alex says, now hugging me around my neck.

I closed my eyes, as my head squeezed against hers. I smile and pat her arms, glad that she admired my work. After she hugged me, however, she seemed a little surprised about something, like she realized something. She looked at me for a few seconds before she got off of the couch and knelt down next to my legs, slowly tracing her paws up my thighs. I blush, holding back showing any arousal.

Alex then climbs over me, pushing her paws on the couch on each side of me. She places her knees in a similar fashion, pressing me deep into the cushions. I looked down on my legs being pressed against before my chin was grabbed and adjusted to meet eyes with her.

“You’ve done a really good job Kayla, how can I return the favor?” she says, in an alluring, low voice.

I now openly smile and immediately cover my mouth, surprised by her quick advances. I had a small moment of realization, finding out that I was getting turned on more than I had ever been in my life, with previous men. It made me question my sexual orientation, but more importantly, my sexual desires.

Looking at the beautiful wolf putting me in a submissive position here, I quickly determined that it was definitely worth it. Her curves, her voice, her personality, her everything. My hand covering my mouth was grabbed by hers, and was planted on her breast.

“Don’t keep me waiting... that’s rude.” Alex said, now subtly grinding on me.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.” I moan. “We can take it from there.”

“Or...” she said. “Why don’t you put me on? That’s the reason you took me here, right? To wear me and look beautiful?”

Her hands moved down to my breasts.

“And I can definitely pleasure you more than anything you’ve ever felt before.”

I thought about the possible consequences of entering a living fursuit. I still didn’t understand the magic, the physics, the idea of it, but yet I was here, being pressed on by her. If she meant any harm, I would’ve been dead long ago. Plus, if putting her on meant sexual pleasure, why wouldn’t I? Horniness overtook doubt, and I made my choice.

“Turn around.” I whisper, grabbing at her sides.

She turned around and sat on my lap, to which her back faced me. I saw the magic zipper be pulled down seductively and slowly, making me bite my lip in anticipation. It reached the end of the zipper and it pulled open, with the hollow inside ominously awaiting my entrance.

“Well,” Alex said, turning her head back. “what are you waiting for?”

I looked back inside the suit and inserted my arms in first, then sliding my head under the suit’s. Looking down, I raised my legs to insert them in the leg portion before realizing that the suit had already merged with them and enveloped them inside. My lips were invaded by a mouth rig, to which I gagged on at first but became familiar with later. Taking one last look down, I realized it.

I was now inside of Alex.