I still couldn't believe I'd actually agreed to this. But Ainsley had just been so, so excited by the idea. And when your gorgeous, sexy, half-your-age girlfriend asks you to do something for her, and promises to make it worth your while... Well, it would take a stronger man than I was to turn her down. So here I was, at the God-damned furry convention, wearing the big, dumb wolf costume she'd gotten for me, trying like hell to keep my annoyance out of my voice.

To be fair, it wasn't like we'd never played dress-up together. I loved all the little outfits she liked wearing for me, and the games we played. Nurse, secretary, student, girl scout—that one, especially, was one of my favourites! And even I had to admit... Ainsley looked sexy as hell, in her little white-furred bunny-girl outfit! She was just wearing the head, and paws on her hands and feet. But other than that, she was a hundred percent human-looking, wearing the hell out of her tiny black bikini top and matching micro-skirt, a big, fluffy white bunny tail attached to her belt, her huge, gravity-defying D-cup tits and long, slender legs attracting admiring stares from everyone we passed. Or so I assumed—stupid fur suits. Heads were turning, anyways, so I assumed people were staring at her from inside. And that part of it didn't even bother me. Ainsley liked being looked at, and no matter how many people stared, I liked knowing I was the only one she would ever let touch. It was just the damned wolf-head that was getting on my nerves, feeling so hot and stuffy, and restricting my vision. At least she'd let me wear human clothes; one of my well-tailored suits, rather than full-body fur. The furred gloves were annoying too, making me feel clumsy and awkward, but they weren't nearly as bad as the head.

Admittedly, it wasn't all bad. Artist's row, especially, was actually rather impressive. I could barely draw stick-figures, myself, but Ainsley and my daughter, Amy, both had real talent in that area. That was actually how Ainsley and I had met; Amy, as a precocious and talented middle schooler, had begged me for art lessons to help take her gift to the next level. I'd found Ainsley online, offering art tutoring as a way of making some extra spending cash for herself while she'd still been in high school. The attraction between us had been instantaneous, and definitely mutual; it had been the hardest fourteen months of my life, waiting until she'd finally turned eighteen! My ex had just about had kittens, when she'd found out! For me, that had just been the icing on the cake. And now, four years later... Ainsley and I couldn't have been happier. Amy too, for that matter. The two of them were just like sisters. I felt a little guilty, actually, that I hadn't invited Amy to join us; she'd definitely have enjoyed seeing all that art. Though there were so many fur-covered tits and threateningly-huge animal dicks out on display in the art booths, on balance I was grateful we'd left her safely back at home.

The rest of the convention wasn't nearly so interesting to me. I was happy to let Ainsley lead, and we stuck our heads into a few of the panel discussions and workshops, but never for more than a few minutes each before she decided to move us on. The thing that surprised me most were the author booths. Anthropomorphic science fiction, fantasy, and romance... who knew? But from the lines of people waiting to get books signed, they were obviously quite popular. I was almost tempted to pick one up, just to see what they were like. If this was really something that turned Ainsley on the way it seemed to, then I owed it to her to try to understand. But there was no way I was going to spend the rest of the day carrying around a book; that was what Amazon was for! I memorized a couple of titles from the booth with the longest line, to try out later, and left it at that.