Tale of the Tail

"Dear visitors, it is 7p.m., we inform you that the park will shut its gates within half an hour. Please join the exit. The staff thanks you for your visit and wishes you a good evening!"

Every day at the amusement park ends with the gentle voice of the announcer indicating the closing of the park. Visitors join the exit, the crew members all converge to the locker room to go home, the night team takes over to make sure the park is set and clean for the next day and usually, the security staff is on duty the whole night.

I am not part of those who work at night, for no visitors are expected to get a souvenir after the close-up. Nope, I end work at 7:30 like most of the employees here. So I am also expected to leave the park along with my colleagues.

Everyone here likes what they do; after all, who hadn't dreamed of working at an amusement park when they were younger? There is no twist, I am not going to say that I am growing tired of working in this place, on the contrary: I love working here, for many reasons, I grew passionate about my job here, seeing all those happy faces, doing a rewarding and exciting job, getting along with my colleagues well enough, often hanging out after work in town.

I've worked here for more than a year now, and didn't plan to find another job soon. Hell, I had projects in this company. I didn't want to leave before I get rewarded. "Gary, employee of the Month". I was here to stay. In fact, I want to stay. I grew in love with this work and my colleagues. Especially since I started to get intrigued about something I found out about me some time ago and the discoveries that I've made thanks to this job.

"Being curious", I've been told, "is bad, because curiosity takes you to places and situations that can get you in trouble." To some extend, that's true. I think I could have been in big trouble if it weren't for my colleagues. But what can I do about it? I tried to refrain my curiosity as much as I could, but I just had to see something for myself.

Mark, one of my colleague, also works here as a Mascot. That's his job, wearing a costume, posing with visitors and taking pictures with the help of a photographer, waving at kids and hugging whoever demands a hug. I find it's a rather good job, although it must be tedious and sometimes atrociously complicated to work under the heat during the warmer days. Still, I reckon there's something about being a mascot that, to me, makes it a job well apart others here. No one knows who you are under the costume, and you just express the character you incarnate with your body and your upbeat attitude. No words. While visitors may puzzle about who hides under the costume, I, on the other hand, am privileged to know the solution to this mystery.

Unfortunately, I don't often speak to Mark in the Men's locker room, and I've barely talked to him. Nor did I with the photographer, Pierce, who, unlike Mark, works with his face at the sight of all. They both keep a certain discretion, but the two seem really complicit, as if they were more than just two colleagues; they seem to fully embrace the fact that their jobs are complementary, two aspects of the same project of some kind: making visitors buy photos. And the two are particularly talkative and radiant in the locker room.

But while Mark seem to take his job lightheartedly, probably by force of habit, I have just stared to get more and more fascinated about something that inexplicably awoke something in me about being a Mascot. The costume. Something I can't describe about it caught my attention.

Last summer, the manager decided to implement the location of Mark's and Pierce's photo stand next to mine, instead of at the entrance as usual.

"Gary, you're going to have Mark and Pierce in front of your stand for a while." my manager said. "The director wants to try out a new photo spot, just to see if it's better for the park. New mascot, new face for the park." I could see them everyday, a few feet away from my stand where I sold the souvenirs, taking photos and greeting visitors.

As a matter of fact, for some time, I had to sell some photos of visitors with Mark instead of the usual photos of the rollercoaster because it was down for a few days. I could see Mark from really up-close, and I could glance at the photos of him from time to time. I've never seen it before, for the director of the park just hired Mark and Pierce at that time.

It was at this exact moment that Mark's costume caught my eye like an arrow. I mysteriously started to get more and more intrigued about the costume from the moment I had a very close view of it. Mark's costume was representing a black-dotted and yellow two-legged marsupial with a beige belly and a 10 feet-ish tail. Since the tail is utterly long and wide, it always has to be tied into a gigantic noose. And because I had a close view on Mark's costume, I feel like it was the first time that I realized I was really compelled by the fluffiness of it.

The tail, the fabric, everything reminded me of a soft and very comfortable stuffed animal. It was very nice to look at, as the hair of the costume were short and fuzzy from up close. It has an effect on me. To this day, I keep some neat photos with Mark and some visitors showing happy faces.

Day by day, Mark and Pierce did what they did in the very front of my merch stand, and I longed more and more to just have a touch on that suit. I wanted to feel it against my bare hand. I felt like I had to, just to experience the touch of that appealing texture. All the visitors, going to hug him, touching this plushy fabric, I envied them. And week after week, I not only wanted to try my hand on it but touching it against me, hugging the costume. I uncontrollably couldn't resist watching Mark's costume, imagining the possibilities with it. With its 10 feet long fluffy tail.

I almost resigned. I tried to convince myself to stop for it was an irrational, unconventional and ultimately a weird attraction that I had with it and it had to stop. But curiosity and my recent awakening were much too strong and much too overwhelming to stop me from it. I couldn't stop thinking about it at night, having fantasies about it. Just me, my skin, and the costume. I felt it was an urge to just find out.

"Dear visitors, it is 7:30, we inform you that the park will shut its gates to visitors. Thank you for your visit and good evening!"

I had to take precautions. All my colleagues were long gone and only I remained in the park past the closing time. I found an excuse: "I just have to do some paperwork with the administration, just go forth, I'll join you in town when I'm done!". My colleagues didn't seem to have any suspicions and I planned to join them afterwards in town, where they said they were gonna go. I walked all the way to the main building, the one that is out of sight of every visitors.

Whenever I encountered patrolling security staff, I just told them the same thing. I was still in uniform, so they just knew I wasn't an intruding visitor. They let me go and wander about the park then. It just so happens that the locker room is located inside the same building. I just needed to avoid suspicions, act cool and be out of sight. I knew the pattern, and theoretically, I had my privacy with the costume, once I reached the locker room, certain that no one was about.

From the men's locker room, I knew I had to turn left to go to the costume racks. The costume was stored separately from the men's lockers, in a separate, cold and obscure room. It was certainly on the rack, along with the other costumes: parrot, tiger, coyote, all sorts of animal costumes, all crafted in a similar quality fleece, with short yet hairy and clean plush, the kind that glitter under the light as a sign that they were often taken care of and cleaned. They all had different pattern and looked like they felt different. I was scrutinizing all of them, parting them to find the one I was looking for. They all felt soft under my finger and I immediately started to feel my blood rushing to my face.

"Here it is!"

The marsupial costume was here. I couldn't hold any longer and was immediately compelled to come very close to it. I was appreciating the sight of the texture, some parts of the costumes that were line with longer hair on the torso. I began to slip my fingers under the plushy sleeve of the costume, and softly, I enjoyed the feel of it under my thumb.

"Geez, that's... very comfortable." Was all I could let out. "It's so soft. How do they craft such things? I could wear this all day."

It was a silly thought. I wasn't to wear the costume anyway, I'm just the merch seller. Although, even the sun wouldn't prevent me from wearing this if I was given the opportunity. "It's even stuffed on the inside as well? It's... so soft."

My heart was starting to beat faster with the dopamine. My breath grew heavier from the sweet touch of that thing that made my body shaking. The imitation looks like it was actual fur, except it's all synthetic. And yet it was the sweetest thing I've ever sensed.

"What if someone sees me?" At this moment, I tried to convince myself. But in the end, it didn't matter, I was subjugated by the moment, by the situation. I hesitated for a while, looking desperately at that sleeve with envious eyes. I started to tuck the sleeve under my shirt. To feel it against my bare skin.

I felt it against my abdomen. I slid it all across my torso. I was speechless, for my breath was speaking for me. It was an extraordinary moment. The hair of the costume caresses my body as I decided to take the other arm and rub it against my face. I was hypnotized and horny.

"I never want to leave this place. I never want to leave that."

The sleeve that was beneath my shirt soon enough ended against my belly button. I was in awe of the fantastic snuggle of it against me. It made me remove my shirt completely. I felt I had to just embrace as much of the costume as I could and rub it against my whole upper body, digging my face in the torso and wrapping the sleeves around me, slowly dragging them down my abdomen until it reaches my hardened crotch, with my trousers standing in the way.

"I shouldn't...It's... so bad... but I want to be against me...it's so soft, I can't hold it anymore". I bottled it up for weeks and it was all bursting out now. I was hard, just to stand next to it, and here I was, against it, closer that I ever imagined. It was like I was in a trance.

And then, from the other end of the room, I could hear the sudden clicking sound of a camera behind me.

Adrenaline kicked in. I was embarrassed and frightened, and I immediately turned back to see who it was. A thought invaded my mind. "Oh bother, what have I done?"

The voice suddenly spoke from afar. "Picture perfect." The voice said in the distance. I immediately recognized the voice of the talkative photographer.

"Pierce." I said, very low. I had to put on my shirt quickly, though that wouldn't save me from the embarrassment. "Look, I can explain, you"re probably..."

"You've shown enough." he spoke after he interrupted me. "I've got you on camera, dude. You and your companion". He pointed at my boner.

"Pierce it's not what you think..." I gasped.

"There's no need to act out with me. Mark and I have long noticed that you've had weird glances at him recently, since we settled next to your stand." He showed me the photograph. "I get it now. That's why you've been staring at him with that weird look on your face while we were working. You're a freak."

He was right. There is no point in lying. I couldn't turn back given the flagrant circumstances.

"Get out of here and leave the park for today."

"What is going to happened to me?"

"Just go to the locker room already!" He was clearly, furiously mad.

I headed to the locker room again, feeling all kind of feelings. Ecstatic, aroused... but mostly ashamed. One I reached my locker, I opened it, removed my employee shirt, throwing it inside, and unzipped my pats to find out, to my surprise, that my underwear was soaked, perhaps with pre-cum, as I suspected. Some thoughts ran through my mind. Did I have to just satisfy my curiosity? I truly feared that I was going to be punished my my superiors. I'll probably lose my job in the way. Although, looking back, I believe I was hypnotized and couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly attracted by something in that suit that excited me.

I was about to reach for my civil clothes when I suddenly felt I was being grabbed by my neck from behind. Two arms surrounded my neck and covered my mouth. And it wasn't any arms: it took me mere seconds to figure out it was the marsupial costume holding me and dragging me out of the locker room. I was in shock and began panicking.

"What is going on?" "Who are you?" "Please, let me go!" all those desperate pledges that I wanted to let out were turned into inaudible sounds. After a while of being dragged by the two furry arms, I crossed a door and entered another room. I recognized the place: it was the nursery. The marsupial slammed me on the bed and parted my arms, hiding them hardly against the bed above my head. I could speak again as the two hands were busy holding me against the bed by my arms. I was scared by what's going to happened to me.

"Let me go, please I..." I stopped in the middle of my instinctive pleas. There were two of them. In addition to the marsupial, another man was here as well, in the tiger suit. He spoke and I recognized Pierce's voice.

"Boy, panicking will just worsen your situation."

"Pierce?? What?? Pierce what is..."

"Silence! Do as I say, remember, I got you on camera.".

I don't know why but that phrase made me immediately calm down. They were trying to intimidate me, or black mail me, I believed. After a quick moment of realization, I assumed the man beneath the marsupial suit was Mark. The eyes of the costume pierced into my eyes; it kept looking a t me with that immobile grin and those floppy ears dangling. I was astonished and couldn't remove my eyes from the sight of its eyes..

"We've long guessed you had something to do with with us" Pierced resumed. I was visibly confused. "You're probably not the only one in the world, but we didn't expect you to have that kind of attraction that we have." My heart was beating faster and faster as he was closing down on me. "Is it the texture of the fleece, is it the tremendous length of the tail, is it the color pattern of the suit...is it a bit of all three that arouse you so much? We know now that this was the effects produced on you."

As he spoke he caressed my upper chest with the furry paw of his costume. I began shivering every time he made round movements up and down, sliding softly down my abdomen to my belly button. I started to feel a bit high, my blood pressure was on the rise. I was

"We know you've been attracted to the suit like a moth searches the lantern. But we had to make sure of something." he explained. "We just gave you a little help. What you felt moments ago, was due to hormones we sprayed on the suit. We just help you feeling more confident and more dishinibited."

It was probably the reason why I was so horny next to it, when it was dangling on the rack. I had put the suit very close to my nose. That substance was the reason why I feel like I am slowly losing control. I felt my strength vanish progressively at the moment, for the marsupial was inches away from me. But I still wanted to resist.

"You're going to have a hard time."

"Why?" I responded, feeling the effect of the substance taking over me. "You're going to tell somebody?"

"No" Mark responded with his usual low voice. "You've found us. You're gonna get what you came for."

I felt my crotch being hard again. I saw Pierce turning his back from me and I slowly turned my had to look at Mark again, who was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, I entered a sort of second state. I got my head closer from the face of the marsupial and caressed its cheek. Suddenly, there were no more Pierce. There were no more Mark. My head was spinning and I saw a tiger and a marsupial, with their fur caressing my abdomen with their hands and removing my underwear with softness. Blood coursed to my head and my face turned red.

"You wanted to feel what it's like?" the tiger said. "We'll give you a taste."

The table of the nursery was going down. Soon the marsupial entirely climbed the bed, on his knees. I was beneath him. All of a sudden, he lets himself lie on the bed all over me. My entire body was covered in the sweet plush of his body. As an uncontrollable and intuitive reaction reaction, I surround him with my arms and pulled him close to me as much as I could. He did not resist, nor did I resist. I pressed my crotch against his and ran my hands all over his back, up and down.. The ecstasy came back again. I was confidently fusing with the gigantic mass of cuddly plush I dreamed about.

"Oh yes.... I don't want to leave this place. I don't want to leave you....mhhhf" I whispered.

"On all four." The tiger spoke.

I didn't show any sign of resistance and got on my all four. The marsupial was mounting me. I quickly felt his cock between my cheeks. I could feel his legs surrounding mine, and he surrounded my chest with his arm. To my surprise, he was already lubricated when he started to enter.

"Oh my g..." I said surprised. I felt his cock entering me softly. He slowly dug his phallus deeper and deeper. At some point, I felt his crotch against my ass. "Oh yes I... it feels so good..."

I felt the whole cock inside of me, and pressing deep in my prostate. He started going back and forth, still holding me firmly. I was against him, enjoying the moment much further than I ever expected. He slid his arms against my skin as he was going faster and faster, going deeper and deeper each time.

"I should probably inform you that he has a secret talent." Said the tiger, as he was crouching and rubbing his hands against my face and pressed it against his torso, entirely covered in long-haired fur. He directed my head along his chest as he was getting back up, still caressing me from my head to my shoulders until I felt my mouth against his hard cock. He was inviting me to close my lips on it by putting the tip of it on my closed lips.

"Gah..." I became entirely inaudible.

"That long tail is not going to remain immobile." He said, as my awe was the open way for him to put his penis in my mouth. I was vigorously sucking it slowly. The tiger stroke its cock inside of my mouth and pulled my head against it.

I was entirely powerless. My face turned entirely red, my whole body was definitely unnder the spell. All of a sudden, the marsupial drew back a little, still humping me with a stable pace. But I was surprised when his tail started to coil around my left leg on its own. I couldn't help but leaving a gasp of surprise and excitement. The tail was slowly sliding up my leg and coiled around it. Then, it reached my penis, and soon, it circled it several times before continuing to ramp on my belly. By holding my penis so tight, the tail was masturbating it, moving up and down my cock.

"You're gonna be trapped in it as it likes it."

The cuddly tail had entirely entangled my leg and my penis. It continued to crawl on my belly and over my back, forming several coils as it surrounded me from above and beyond. It was coiling around my abdomen and then all the way to my chest, covered my whole back as it circled up my body, and reached my neck. It was so soft, so wide, so long...so cuddly. I was subjugated by the outstanding length of the coil circling me. The hair caressed my skin all over it. It was the softest caress one could give me on the whole planet. I moaned in excitement as it touched me.

"There's not going to be an inch left of you now. You're doomed." The tiger said as he was moaning from pleasure. "Oh yes you are." His moans communicated his excitement and the pleasure he was having.