Fangs and fabric

by Knock Noct Not

Ethan should have known better not to shop in some sleazy store, but what’s the worst that could happen buying an old costume for this year’s Halloween party?

Ethan crossed his arms, still deep in thought as he stared at the paper bag in front of him. He had been at it for hours on end, and his legs were already numb from his weight. The mental debate about whether to go through with his plan was still at an impasse.

“Am I going to settle wearing this?” he asked himself for the umpteenth time. The young man scratched his chin. “I mean, it’s just a neighbourhood get-together party… not like every costume has to be perfect, right? Yeah, that’s right. Just wear a costume. That’s it. It’s not like I was planning to win the best costume award, anyway.” There was a pause as he entertained the idea, but shook his head. “Nah, too much hassle. I suppose it’s final, but this will be my costume for tonight.”

He got up from the floor and picked up the paper bag, grabbing its contents before setting the paper bag on the table.

“Such a boring… basic design,” he muttered. “But it’ll do.”

Ethan lifted the costume to give it a proper look. It was a werewolf costume he found at some old, derelict shop. While the building was far from impressive, it offered a wide selection that was lenient to his wallet. Several costumes piqued his interest, some better, some worse. And yet he was drawn to this tatty old werewolf costume that looked like it had seen better days.

But then again, calling it a costume was very forgiving. It looked closer to being a onesie than an actual costume.

The hands and feet of the costume were exposed. Nothing was unusual, but it opened up the avenue for what footwear or gloves to use. From the waist down, it looked like shredded pants that came straight out of a medieval peasant’s wardrobe, with a simple tie around the waist area. The upper half was… interesting, if not fluffy. A tad bit too fluffy. There was this greying tunic with ‘ripped’ sleeves, and from the sleeve, a black-grey fluff of faux fur that stretched until the wrists. It was supposed to emulate a werewolf arm. And then there was the hood. Nothing much to describe other than it looked like a wolf’s head, only grumpy and cute rather than menacing. To top it all off, a brown vest to complete the medieval peasant look.

If he were to be honest, this was a far cry from being a costume. Despite the details and features, this was no more than a glorified onesie pyjamas. The hidden zip fastener on its front did not help waive the allegations, either.

“Werewolf villager,” Ethan read the little tag attached to the outfit aloud, “Thank you for purchasing this handmade… blah blah blah… passed down by an old family… uh-huh, and… what’s this?”

He squinted his eyes and brought the tag closer to his face. There, on the bottom part, was some sort of warning. “Beware! Never wear this garb ere, during, or after the eve of Hallowe’en,” he read, “For ‘tis a fair warning I granted, and the only warning thou get.”

The brunet chuckled. He ripped out the tag and threw it away. Of all the ludicrous things to believe, this was not it. “What was that, a curse?” he let out another bark of laughter before shaking his head. “Yeah, right!”

He concluded it must be flavour text to add a little story behind the factory-made—not handmade—outfit. Why else would they add fancy words?

Ethan stripped down to his undergarments until he was left with only a plain shirt and briefs. He then donned the costume, admiring how comfy it was on the inside. “So soft, I can’t believe this isn’t a pyjama,” he mumbled, lost in wonder at the too-distracting quality.

As soon as he zipped up the costume, his face morphed into a frown. It was lumpy in all the obvious places, ruining the already low-end costume. He unzipped the costume, took off his top, and zipped it back again. Ethan was astounded at how different it looked. With just one change, it made the awkward-looking outfit look great. He tried on different poses, bending and stretching his arms and twisting his torso, to see how good it was. It did not disappoint whatsoever. The costume was a perfect fit for his physique, with nothing unusual.

“Okay, now let’s try on the hood.” He put on the wolf hood and went straight to see his reflection in the mirror by his dresser. As he expected, it was goofy and not menacing at all. Still, he congratulated himself on finding a last-minute costume. “Not bad,” he commented, “and on the plus side, it can work as a sleepwear, too.”

Ethan looked up at his clock. Eleven-twenty-two in the evening. A shy of thirty minutes before the get-together begins. He grabbed his phone to check on his friends to see if they had any updates, but there were no new messages other than a thumbs-up on his latest message.

“Man, those guys…” He made a tsk sound before exiting his room. “At this rate, we’ll be late. I swear one of these days…”

Ethan decided to just lounge around the living room for the time being. He knows his best friends, and he already expects them to be late. Again, and always.

The brunet lay down on the couch, ready to scroll down the social media rabbit hole, when he realized how hot it was. He could feel the dampness of his sweat soak through the fabric, so he unzipped the costume and allowed himself to be cooled down by the cold, autumn wind blowing through the open window.

“Didn’t realize how stuffy it was,” he commented. The fact he stopped sweating altogether with the top portion removed showed how thick the faux fur was. And so, he did not put it back on, though he kept on the lower half since he only had his briefs on. “I knew it was fluffy, but it didn’t cross my mind that it retains heat so well!” Ethan exclaimed before he lay on top of the furry top half of the suit and went back to check his socials.

In a matter of moments, he switched to a private account and began browsing intimate pictures of guys.

Every once in a while, he would come across an explicit photograph that was to his liking. He would lick his lips and imagine any of them shoving their cocks into his mouth. From the hunky guys with muscular pecs to hairy bears with small dicks, there was nought a guy he would not drool or fantasize about. He moved his left hand down to start rubbing his throbbing member, and a stupid grin formed on his face.

Ethan stayed like that until he felt the need for a bathroom break. He got up from the couch and tried removing the lower half of the costume, but frowned when he saw it was stuck to him.

“Ugh, did my sweat make the insides sticky?” he questioned, his face morphing into a frown as he tried peeling it off. Ethan hopped up and down as he forced the costume off, but to no avail.

Things turned for the worse when he felt something warm grab his arms. Ethan freaked out and tumbled down the floor. When he looked down, he saw the fluffy sleeves of the costume moving. Ethan remained speechless as he watched them writhe like tentacles before intertwining around his bicep and torso. The young man shook his head, trying to make sense of what he was looking at, and yet it remained as it was.

“What the actual fuck?!” Ethan grabbed the sleeves and pried it away from him. It did not fight back at all, but it was still moving and creeping about. Not to mention warm.

Ethan wasted no time standing up to get rid of the costume. What he once thought of as a charming, fun attire, was now nothing more than some invasive thing. He could feel something moving from within the suit. It felt sentient and warm and alive. The lower half remained stuck on his legs, while the upper half of the costume clung onto his back like some leech. Ethan could feel it breathe. He could feel this distant heartbeat beneath the layer of faux fur and fabric, and it was driving him up the wall in fear.

Before he could react further, the brunet found himself dropping to all fours. There was this added weight dragging him down. It was the upper half of the costume—there was no mistaking it. He knew he was not seeing things. From how he could not take the costume off, to how it began moving and acting as if alive, it cannot be some hallucination, could it?

Ethan looked down when he felt more movement, and his fears were realized. The sleeves of the costume looked more like arms now, with clawed hands which were covered not in fabric, but what appeared to be hair.

“Why did ya ruin things for me, pup?” said a deep voice.

Ethan’s thoughts were dispelled by the voice. He looked around the living room, trying to find where the source of the voice came from. It sounded quite close to his ears that—

“I’m right here, you dumbass!” the voice taunted him. The brunet turned his head around and gasped to see the wolf hoodie moving on its own. But it was different. Its head looked like the same plushie-like face, but the eyes… they were real and blinking back. And more importantly, staring at him. “Why did ya have to take the upper half of the costume off? Stupid pup!” it barked at him.

The brunet was beside with fear. The last thing he needed was to see his costume come to life! He has seen films and comics like this before, and it usually ends up bad for the wearer. With a burst of strength from the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Ethan got up and ran towards the door. The first thing that came to mind was to go outside. It was like instinct, telling him to seek outside help. Or at least, to not be alone at home with this… thing… alive and somehow fused to him.

The added weight slowed down his movements, but Ethan was adamant, refusing to back down. However, right as when he was within the door’s reach, his entire lower half froze up. Panic blared as he saw himself moving backward and away from the door. Every step was like walking on molasses, trudging him backward against his will.

“What’s going on? What’s going on?! Y-you can move my legs?!” Ethan asked.

“Well, yes. They’re my legs, pup, not yours,” the wolf replied with that haughty tone. “Look down.”

Ethan did as he was told, and to his horror, the wolf was right. Those were not his legs. They were thicker, bigger, and visibly hairier. More importantly, they do not look like human feet, either. There was some uncanny resemblance, but it also had an unusual largeness and shape that was unlike any human feet—claws and all.

“What did you do to my legs, you—you crappy, glorified onesie?!”

The wolf head gasped at the accusation. “Me? It was you who did this to yourself, pup!”

Ethan and the wolf fought for control over the legs. Ethan wanted to go out and try to find someone—anyone—who could help him. Likewise, the wolf wanted to remain indoors.

And the changes continued as they fought, alerting Ethan to get things over with as soon as possible.

Throughout this skirmish, the brunet winced and groaned in pain while he struggled and watched in abject horror the transformation taking place. There were his legs, now becoming even thicker, longer, and muscular. He winced from pain as its expanding muscles ripped apart the fake pants of this supposedly normal—and not haunted—costume. But it did not stop there. Their hips (which, at this point, Ethan assumed was joint ownership) widened to accommodate the growing muscle mass of this not-so-normal wolf costume. The weight on his back doubled, and he could feel the rippling muscles on his back. Ethan twisted his neck to see this invasive parasite, and his eyes widened when he saw the wolf no longer resembling a cheap imitation of the real thing. Rather, it took on the lifelike appearance of the animal it was meant to copy.

The wolf-thing looked very much alive and was very much aware of what was happening. It lifted its arms and flexed them, its muscles evident and easily dwarfing Ethan’s own.

Ethan had concluded that it was not the costume that got stuck to him. Rather, it was he who was stuck to this… thing. He could feel this monster breathe, and how their joint torso would move with each inhalation. Their torsos attached; his back firmly glued to the monster’s chest and abs. He could even make out the crevice of the hard pecs—when he leaned his head backward, it nestled perfectly between this being’s pecs. And not to mention this warmth which coursed through its now-living body. No longer mere fabric and cotton, but actual flesh and blood. And neither were they simply two bodies close to each other, but instead, somehow, connected.

“Are you calm now?” the wolf asked, its voice deeper and more akin to a growl than it was before.

“Please don’t eat me…” Ethan replied, barely above a whisper.

The wolf chortled with laughter. “No, I would not harm my… unusual host.”

“Unusual? Wh-what do you mean by that? And host? What do you mean by host and how are you talking like—like this?” Ethan asked.

“Ah… no longer afraid, are we?”

Ethan gulped down his saliva, unsure how to respond. While it was true that he was frightened now, he still wanted answers. Answers he knew he could get from this surprisingly amicable wolf-beast thing.

“I—uh, a little. Who… are you?”

“Me? I am Dirk.”

“Dirk… yes, yes. My name is Ethan, and, uh… how..?”

“What? You thought I was a costume of sorts?”

Ethan nodded. “Yeah. I just bought you at this store, and—”

“Pup,” he cut him off, “it might seem obvious now, but I was cursed.”

“Cursed?!”

Dirk sighed, shaking his head. He took control of their legs, causing Ethan to yelp, and walked over to the sofa to sit down. “Where do I begin? Ah, yes… I was once a werewolf—”

“Werewolves are a real thing?”

“… Yes. Anyway, I was once a werewolf. Not anyone famous or anything, but a werewolf nonetheless. During my lifetime, there was this hunt for my kin and fellows. So, I asked help from a witch and—”

“Witches are real?!”

“Quiet down, pup!” Dirk swatted Ethan’s nose lightly, earning him a growl of contempt from the young man. “Yes, they’re real. Now then… I asked help from a local witch, wanting to survive this hunt. I was… foolish enough not to listen to their warnings and the next thing I knew, I was transformed into that fake pelt you called a costume.”

“Uh-huh. And you mean to tell me I broke the curse?”

Dirk snorted. “Broke my ass, have you seen our current state?!” he gestured at their body. “Far from it, you’ve added insult to injury. You, pup, are attached to me! Your torso growing out of my body like some… some parasite!”

“Hey, I resent that!”

“A tumour!”

“Oh, come on! How is this my fault!”

Dirk sighed. “It’s because you were supposed to fully wear the costume, not leave out half of it! For the spell to be undone, a host must wear the full costume before, during, or after the night of All Hallows’ Eve. I thought I had my chance when you… purchased… me from that awful store, but then you had the gall to remove half of me!”

Ethan frowned, not liking the accusation. He replied, “It got hot in there, you know?! Your stupid fur made the costume sweltering hot, so of course I took it out in the meantime! What, did you expect me to let myself be drowned in my sweat?”

“Whatever, pup. The thing is, the spell was half-lifted. I’m back being alive, but now I got you…” Dirk placed his clawed hands around Ethan’s shoulder and pushed the young man away, but the latter did not move. His entire back was glued to his front, whether he liked it or not. It was a strange sight to see a smaller figure be a permanent fixture in front of him, physically unable to be removed.

“Is there any way we can undo this?”

Dirk shrugged. “I think there is no way. But then again, I suppose this is… nice.”

Ethan’s eyes widened. “Nice?” he repeated. “What part of this is nice, you bag of fleas?!”

Dirk’s ear twitched as a smile graced his face, showing off an impressive set of fangs. “Bag of fleas?” he chuckled. “Is that the best you can do? Very well, it seems that my form displeases you…”

Before Ethan could ask, he gasped and shouted in pain as he felt something inside him bending and moving around.

“Calm down, I’m transforming back to human…”

Ethan kept his eyes closed shut as the overwhelming pain seemed to drive him crazy. He could physically feel this transformation change the insides of their joint body, as well as the out. The weight on his back slackened down to a manageable heaviness, and the fur seemed to have gone away, though he could feel tufts of hair still there. And the legs, it felt as if he had shrunken down back to his original height.

As soon as it was over, he opened his eyes. His breathing was still ragged and laboured, but the pain was gone, like it was never there at all.

“Are you all right?” Dirk asked, his voice smoother now. Still grizzly and rough, but unlike before.

Ethan nodded. “Yeah, I’m… fine now.”

The brunet looked down at their legs, and to his disappointment, it was not ‘his’ legs, so to speak. It was still thicker and bigger than his, with an olive skin tone and thick hair. He craned his neck to get a better glimpse of Dirk, and he was not disappointed.

Dirk was, frankly, handsome. There was a hint of that crow’s feet wrinkles around his unnatural purple eyes and greying unkempt hair and heavy stubble. His nose has a high bridge with a downward curve. Finally, there was that goddamn awful smirk that make him want to punch his face.

“You got a big body,” Ethan pointed out.

The older man nodded. “I could have shown you more, but… stuck, see?” Dirk grabbed Ethan’s shoulders and pushed him away, but their torsos remained fused, unmoving from each other. “I can weep the loss of my abdominal muscles and parts of my chest, but yours could work just as well.”

“And a lot hairier than I expected.”

“Perks of being a werewolf, I never have to worry about hair loss,” he replied, stretching his arms, which were equally hairy as his legs. “I would’ve pointed you my chest and back, but again—”

“Stuck, conjoined, whatever! You said it once, you’ve said it a thousand times!” Ethan jabbed.

“Feisty pup, aren’t you?” Dirk brought up his hands and began caressing over Ethan’s chest. His rough palms were like fine-grit sandpaper gliding across a smooth stone that was Ethan’s skin. “Hmm… I was right, your body is quite a catch, pup. At first, you seemed annoying, but I can tolerate such a thing.”

Dirk’s smile faded not long after, and his expression morphed into a frown as he looked downward. He grunted before realizing that the legs were not responding to him when he wanted to bring Ethan to the couch.

As if reading his mind, the brunet answered with a wry chuckle.

“What’s the matter, you mangy dog? Looks like I still have control over my legs!” Ethan exclaimed. He made them move forward towards the entrance of the house. “Finally, I can get away and—hey!” the brunet shouted when he froze mid-step.

Dirk frowned as he fought back for control. “Not if I can help it!” he growled. He used every ounce of energy to wrestle control of their joint legs. “You may have some semblance of control, but they’re my legs! You are in my body! If anything, you should listen to me, you impertinent pup!”

The two men then began their war for control. Dirk believed himself to have the upper hand. Not only was he bigger and muscular, but the majority of their now-fused body looked to belong to him. On the other hand, Ethan was younger, with more energy to use and expend.

It was quite a spectacle seeing the men move about. Their torsos, one bigger than the other, were glued together as one—Dirk’s chest and stomach to Ethan’s back. Their lower half, on the other hand, was entirely Dirk’s. It was not Ethan’s nor an amalgamation of theirs. From their hips down to their feet, it was the older man’s lower half. And yet, controlled by both. They moved about to go in two different directions, one going forward, and the other, trying to take a step back.

This internal battle went on, with neither man giving up. Even as their body was coated with sweat, they refused to give in to the other’s demands.

“Damn, pup, and here I thought you were nothing more than a handsome face,” Dirk commented between heaves of breath.

“Sh-shut up, you wannabe wolf knock-off!” Ethan spat. “The moment I turn you back to a costume, I’ll lock you in a box!”

This got Dirk’s attention. “Whaddya mean by that, pup?”

“The stupid spell that you got yourself into!” Ethan explained. Both of them stopped trying to pull apart to continue the conversation. “You said you were cursed to become this god-awful costume, right?”

“Yes? And it’s broken now… though, not exactly ‘fixed’, but the spell was lifted.” Dirk wrapped his hands at their waist. “As in, you cannot reverse this. You and I are going to be here for the long ride together, pup.”

The brunet blanched, his mouth agape and eyes wide open. “Cannot reverse this?” he repeated, enunciating each word carefully. “Like, permanent?”

Dirk nodded. “Why’d ya think I was tryin’ to play nice earlier? We’re stuck like this! If you had worn the, erm, costume-me properly, I could’ve—”

“Taken over my body or some shit? That’s why you kept calling me a host or something, right?”

Dirk pursed his lips but nodded anyway. “… details, details, but yes. I would’ve taken over your body or some shit, yes.”

Ethan could not believe his ears. He pinched his cheek as if to jolt him awake from this nightmare, but nothing happened. He looked down to see himself still attached to an older man who happened to be a supernatural monster that should not have existed. The adrenaline kicked in once more, and so Ethan made use of this extra energy to throw Dirk off his back. He moved his torso, twisting and turning, but it only made them feel pain as the latter put unnecessary stress on their conjoined body.

“Stop it, pup, stop it!” Dirk commanded, though his authoritative voice was shelved away and left unheard. The older man wrapped his arms around the hysterical brunet, stopping him from moving altogether. He could feel his hitched breathing and shivering. It was clear the latter was upset. Scared, even. Dirk took it up to himself to control their legs and lead Ethan back to his bed. He tried to remember where Ethan’s room was, and upon arrival, brought the young man to bed. He sat down at the edge of the bed, still cradling Ethan as much as he could while in their current form.

“Calm down, pup… deep breaths…” Dirk coaxed him, and the latter obeyed without question. “Good pup,” he said, stroking his hair while pressing his face next to his.

Ethan looked at his trembling hands, then down to their conjoined torso. Dirk’s left arm was wrapped around that part of their body in a makeshift one-armed embrace.

“Are you okay now?” Dirk asked again.

“I… guess so.”

“Why don’t I take your mind off your problems, pup,” he said, rubbing his face against Ethan’s. “I have a trick for that!”

Ethan only grunted, which Dirk took as an open invitation to do whatever. And so, the older man made them stand up and removed the ripped pants, which were the only article of clothing left behind after his de-transformation.

“Ah, there it is!” Dirk chuckled as he showed Ethan their bushy groin. “Aside from this pup now forever obscuring my view, getting to see my naked body felt freeing.”

Ethan eyed at ‘their’ groin with mild interest. Much like the rest of Dirk’s body, the thigh and groin had a darker shade of skin tone compared to his. There was a thick bush of greying hair at the groin, but what caught Ethan’s attention was the thick, fat cock dangling between the legs. Except, it was two cocks wrapped together by a stretch of skin. The left one was his, being familiar with the cock head. Which left the right one—the bigger and thicker one—to Dirk. The only thing Ethan could boast was that his cock was longer. Small victories and all. Only after seeing them, however, did it register in his brain that his penis was rubbing against another man’s cock.

“Uhh… Dirk? What is—”

“Seems like we’re sharing the same shaft skin!” Dirk exclaimed. He grabbed the pair of cocks and began moving his hand up and down in a rhythmic motion.

“Oh, god!” Ethan threw his head back, feeling twice the sensation and arousal. “This feels so good!”

Dirk continued the joint masturbation while using his free hand to pinch at Ethan’s nipple, making the latter moan and shiver. In response, the brunet moved one hand down and massaged their balls. Like their penises, their balls coagulated into a joint sack. Ethan gave it a good squeeze, eliciting a yelp of pain from Dirk. Though the smile suggested it was closer to surprise than the actual pain itself.

“You’re a cheeky little bastard,” Dirk leaned his head forward and gave Ethan a sloppy kiss. It was the best they could, given the positioning of their heads. They did not mind putting a bit of strain on their necks just for a kiss, and Dirk certainly did not mind putting his tongue inside Ethan’s mouth.

The brunet returned the favour and even raised his left arm to bring Dirk’s head closer. It was a sensual display of men lost in a heated fervour and ecstasy. Dirk sped up stroking their cocks, causing them to twitch. But while Dirk arched backward, Ethan leaned forward. Their torsos, though distinct, were still joined at a certain point. This caused their body to jerk back and forth, and this seemed to only further arouse the men.

Both men moaned as twin streams of cum shot out of their cocks, which then landed on the floor. Adrenaline dissipated from their body as they collapsed backward to the bed, panting and tired.

Dirk put his left hand on Ethan’s stomach and caressed it with slow, circular motions. “Did it feel good?” he asked.

“Yeah, it did…” Ethan replied with a grin, still in a daze.

However, the loud ringing of his phone made him return to his senses. “Crap!” he yelled, jolting upward and pulling Dirk with him. “The costume party!”

Dirk furrowed his brow as he allowed Ethan to take control of their legs as the brunet pulled the former back down the stairs. He ran straight toward this phone.

“It’s Anthony,” Ethan said, voice raised to a panic. “Come on, Dirk, is there a way you can hide?”

“No can do, pup,” he replied. “My body isn’t going to go anywhere away… much like yours from mine.” Dirk put his hands on Ethan’s shoulder and tried to push the latter away. Both of the men winced and groaned at the twinge of pain originating from the point where their torsos melded together.

Ethan let out a deep sigh, accepting the situation for now as he, reluctantly, answered the phone call. His friends would all have to deal with Dirk if this was permanent. The brunet massaged his temples, feeling the growing headache coming. This was not how he expected this year’s Halloween, but it would be memorable, at least.

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