Chapter 247: Cat Girl Josinia

"Kalon, everyone’s costumes look so cool. Can I get one! Wait, it costs money doesn’t it? Do you have enough."

"Do I have enough money?"

The question made Kalon laugh to himself.

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The costume shop sat two streets over from the convention hall and stayed open late for event traffic.

Kalon took Josinia inside while the afternoon crowd was still busy with a bunch of cosplayees.

On the front display there were racks of fictional armour pieces, wigs, and varied dresses.

Inside, a young working lady pointed them toward the try-on rooms in the back when Kalon asked about full outfits.

He picked a sealed cat-girl set from a side display: black bodysuit, soft ears on a headband, gloves, and a long dark tail still clipped to the packaging.

The back room was narrow and plain. It had one mirror, one bench, a thin curtain for a door.

Josinia stepped in after him, still in the oriental dress from earlier, pink eyes bright with the leftover excitement of walking through the convention unnoticed, and now getting to try on a nerdy costume.

"You want me to wear this?" she asked, turning the cat-girl package over in her hands.

"It’s cute. You don’t have to wear it in public or anything, but they’re quite common."

"You’re right, it is cute... Very cute actually."

Josinia nodded and started undressing without shame. The dress came off, and then her undergarments, until her glossy purple skin was naked under the back-room lights.

Soft smaller breasts. Smooth stomach. White hair loose over her shoulders.

She opened the package, stepped into the black bodysuit, and worked it up her legs and hips.

It clung tight once it was on, shiny and thin, squeezing around her thighs and pressing close over her small chest, flattening her breasts further. The ears went on next. Then the gloves.

Only the tail was left.

Josinia frowned at it, turned it in her fingers, and froze.

"Kalon..."

"What?"

She held it up. The fur end looked normal enough. The other end did not. It was shaped smooth and round. There was no belt clip to put it on.

"I-i’m not sure how I’m supposed to wear this. I think..."

Kalon took it from her and checked the tail.

She was right. Someone had stocked an erotic version in the wrong section, or the shop did not care as long as the display looked right from the front.

It was a butt plug tail!

Josinia watched his face.

"Was that on purpose?"

"No. They gave us the wrong one."

She looked at the plug again, then at him. Her cheeks darkened.

"Do you still want me to put it on?"

Kalon was taken aback.

The more that he thought about it though...

"If you feel comfortable."

She swallowed once, nodded, and turned toward the mirror.

It took him a while to realise what she was doing.

She wants me to put it in for her?

Kalon coated the tapered end with the small bottle of lubricant that had come sealed in the same package, then stepped in behind her. Josinia braced her hands on the mirror shelf, arched her back, revealing her cute butthole.

She breathed out slowly while he pressed the tip against her pink ring.

"Relax."

"I am trying."

The plug pushed in by degrees. Josinia’s mouth opened. A soft sound left her throat as the widest point stretched her and then slipped past it.

The flared base settled flush between her cheeks, black fur tail hanging down the back of her bodysuit. She stayed bent for a second, adjusting to the fullness, thighs tight.

"It’s in," she whispered.

"Try walking."

She took two careful steps in the tiny room. The tail swayed behind her. The bodysuit hugged her ass around the base of the plug. In the mirror she looked like an ordinary cosplayer until the eye caught the way the tail was truly anchored.

Kalon put his hands on her hips from behind.

Josinia met his eyes in the glass. "Here?"

"Of course... You think I could ignore you whilst you’re dressed like that, with your asshole plugged up?"

He pulled the crotch of the bodysuit to the side, enough to free her pussy, and found her already wet.

Josinia braced harder on the shelf when he freed his cock and rubbed the head through that wetness.

He pushed in with one steady thrust until his hips met the curve of her ass and the base of the plug.

Josinia cried out and slapped a hand over her own mouth.

Kalon fucked her against the mirror shelf in short deep strokes.

Every thrust shifted the plug inside her ass at the same time. He took the tail in one hand and pulled it lightly in rhythm with his hips.

Josinia’s knees bent. Her free hand squeaked against the mirror. The wet sound of his cock in her pussy filled the small room, undercut by the soft rattle of hangers beyond the curtain whenever someone passed in the corridor.

"Kalon— the plug— it moves when you—"

He pulled the tail again and drove in harder.

Josinia’s forehead dropped toward the mirror. Her purple breasts strained against the tight bodysuit with each impact.

Meltwater heat did not apply to her the way it did to Sifa, but her juices still slicked down her thighs and made each stroke louder.

Kalon kept one hand on the tail and the other on her hip, using both to keep her locked in place while he fucked her through the costume.

Josinia started shaking first.

Her pussy clenched around him in hard pulses.

A broken moan leaked past her palm. Then she squirted, a sudden clear rush that hit the floor between her boots and spattered the base of the mirror cabinet.

Kalon did not stop. He kept thrusting through it, tail tugged tight, cock buried deep, while Josinia jerked and spilled again in weaker spurts that left the changing-room floor wet and shining.

Only when her arms nearly gave out did he plant himself to the hilt, pull the tail one last time, and finish inside her with his forehead against her shoulder.

Josinia trembled under him, bodysuit still on, ears crooked, plug seated, cum and her own mess running down her inner thighs onto the already ruined floor.

For a few seconds neither of them moved.

Outside the curtain, convention traffic kept passing like nothing in the back room had happened at all.