Un-CONventional

Day one of the convention was always the most nerve wracking. I had spent nearly half a year on my costume to become Lady Gyokuyou and win the contest. I had sourced the perfect fabrics and soothed countless hot glue burns and though I had been panicking this morning, the outfit was perfection. Pink brocade fabric draped over my cinched curves and pushed up bosom while an elaborate hair piece sat precariously atop my head. A full face of caked on makeup and I looked like I might have once been two dimensional.

My friends laughed nearby, an inside joke that I missed ogling some vendor stalls and a set of RPG dice that I would need to come back for. Everyone stood dressed around me, save for Brady, who hadn't known he was coming until the last minute, in various levels of costume. Kiera wore earthen colors and contacts to represent Toph from Avatar the last Air Bender. Camille carried a giant candle in each hand while pushing out her lifted chest as a gender-bent Lumiere. Even Jackson and Penelope participated in a red suit and white dress respectively, nodding towards their favorite RWBY characters.

"So, there are panels in like two hours, the meet and greet you wanted to do, Brady, and then lunch." Camille gathered the little group around the convention map, pointing out where things were and what plan had already been discussed. I stifled a laugh every time she pointed with her candlestick hands. "So... I guess we have some time to look at the vendor aisles, then meet back? I was going to go look at the mini figures first." She pointed towards the southern most corner of the corner of the building. "Anyone coming?"

Me and Kiera joined her while Brady, Jackson, and Penelope split off to find some rare Marvel figurine of some sort. Jackson threw his over large scythe over his shoulder while Penelope grabbed her sword. The pair flanked costume-less Brady and I couldn't help but chuckle as they walked away. The remaining three of us turned in the direction of the minis and thus began our journey through the sea of costumes and sellers.

It was a strange time to be so close to a large group of people. Not a year prior, they'd had to cancel the convention completely due to an influx of Xoxenes, a type of alien species that managed to find Earth on a meteor without completely burning up. They found major success breeding among the life forms they found here and spread quickly, becoming a global pandemic. Though, generally harmless, they liked to attach themselves to humans, particularly women, though some men, and lay eggs within the human subjects.

The Xoxenes were a sticky bunch and tiny until they found their host, which made them difficult to find and stamp out. Not to mention the folks that had come to like the ministrations from the little beasties and kept them as pets, worsening the problem. They spread easily in crowded spaces, moving from one host to another, until it was spent and crawled back to the sea where they lived most of their lives.

This year, the breeding season ended early and the convention team decided it was safe enough to gather in large crowds again, much to the celebration of the cosplay community that hadn't been able to show off in two whole years.

Still, I looked around, eye out for the strange gelatinous little things. They were never harmful but they were a pain to get removed, needing a special solvent that only hospitals carried. I had no intentions of ruining our weekend finding myself stuck with one.

Luckily the morning went on without a hitch. We walked and laughed and took pictures with various fans of our costumes, then became fans ourselves over others. It was the essence of what made conventions so magical, the human connections, finding people that shared the same interests and passions.

The first hour went by in a flash and we were meeting up with the friends once more in time for one of the first meet and greets. I didn't recognize the celebrity, some voice actress from a show I hadn't seen, but Brady was ready to jump out of his pants in excitement. "Careful Brady, she's liable to draft a restraining order if you attach yourself to her like a Xoxene." Penelope chided to a crowd of giggles.

The line moved slowly and we passed the time playing a guessing game on our phones. "Alright. Am I an... animal?" I asked first to a crowd of furrowed brows and pursed lips. "Uh, no?" Kiera responded first, stroking her thumb against her chin. She looked truly blind in those contacts and I wonder how much she paid for them. The others nodded in agreement.

"Okay..." The line moved forward as another group went up for their pictures. We were nearly there. "Am I animat--" I sucked in a quick breath as something wet crawled up my leg and my eyes went wide. "What the--" I started but quickly stopped myself. I knew exactly had just found me and I was not pleased. The little creature clambered up my legs, then situated itself on one hip, like a slimy fanny pack. I winced.

"Are you okay?" Jackson asked, placing a caring hand on my shoulder. His face showed real concern where the others just looked confused.

I had a decision to make then. I could raise the alarm, get carted off to the first aid station, only to sit out the rest of the day getting slime dissolved off my person.

Or I could keep it to myself. They weren't deadly and... well, some people liked them right? I could pretend, for the sake of six months of work, that I was perfectly fine. A little tendril worked its way up around my waist until the Xoxene was secure to my body, laying flat. This was fine. It wasn't really doing anything. I could deal for a few more hours.

"No. No. I'm fine. I think I just stepped on something someone spilled. It caught me off guard is all." I flashed Jackson a reassuring smile that he reciprocated.

"If you're sure. Anyway, yes you're definitely animated."

But by then it was our turn for the meet and greet. I lagged at the back of the group and we all let Brady up at the front to do most of the talking. He beamed as the woman chatted with him, patting his shoulder amicably. I took a deep breath, growing comfortable with my new friend. Yeah. I could do this. The news always blew things out of proportion.

One little tentacle trailed across my stomach until it found the hem of my underwear and slid beneath. Another traveled up my belly beneath the empire waste of my dress and into my bra. I turned bright red beneath the caked on makeup as it found the peak of my nipple and latched on. It sucked and I crossed my arms over my chest.

Jackson stood next to me, eying me suspiciously. "Are you sure you're okay?" He whispered as the other chatted with the voice actress. I looked at him, wide eyed and dry mouthed. "Uh, yeah. Just feeling a little, er, light headed is all. The crowds, you know?"

Jackson's face softened. "Are you sure? Let's get you some water after this, yeah? Have you eaten?"

I tried desperately to focus on his kind words but the little creature beneath my dress had started moving. The tentacle at the hem of my underwear decided to brave the depths and slithered down through the soft downy hairs at the apex of my thighs and in between my legs. I nearly yelped out loud when it found what it was looking for and secreted a slippery substance, rubbing in between my pussy lips.

I coughed. "Yeah. Water would be good. I guess I haven't been good about staying hydrated today." The alien produced a third tentacle that inched up to my other breast, circling the entire mound of flesh and squeezing beneath my bra. The neck of my dress shifted and I coughed. Thank goodness for garment tape. "Sorry. Don't worry about me." I gave him a smile that I hoped would convince him I was truly fine but the look he gave back said that he wasn't.

I tried to block out the feeling of slimy appendages attached to my most sensitive places and laughed with my friends, following from booth to booth and event to event. I stayed to the back of the group as much as possible, though Jackson made that difficult as well, deciding that it was now his job to babysit me in case I fainted. I found a strong hand around my arm for the next hour, leading me behind the others, ensuring I was standing.

For a while, I thought I had it handled. The little creature didn't do much more after those initial moves. It suckled on my nipples and rubbed between my legs constantly but it was gentle enough that I could mostly ignore it if I tried hard enough. Jackson bought me a water bottle and it seemed like everything was fine. The creature seemed happy, I was happy to see all of my favorite cosplayers. There was no reason to leave, I decided, at least not until we did the competition. I wouldn't let half a year's work go to waste.

The day went on, we had lunch, and I nearly forgot about the little friend I'd picked up. My nipples almost became numb to the touch and it was easy to just not think about it. We shopped some more, looking down at each cloth covered table displaying any number of trinkets and baubles. 3D printed dragons a plenty next to signed copies of first edition comic books next to near naked anime girls. We gawked at beautiful tiaras and tried on stupid hats over our head pieces and wigs and giggled like school girls and took selfies. We were almost to the judging stand when my little friend changed tactic.

Clearly, it was unhappy that I had not responded to it in any meaningful way. I was wet, where it had secreted its substance between my legs, but otherwise I was unaffected. My dress, thankfully, was loose enough not to show anything at all.

I leaned over a table of collectable magic cards, eying one I missed in my collection when it bit me. I straightened with a surprised yelp and slapped at my side where the sting happened. The vendor looked at me and asked after my health. My brows inched down and I shook my head. "Yeah, yeah, I think I just got a little spider bite." The vendor smiled. "Let's hope that comes with some fun powers? Ey?" I laughed, a little uncomfortable.

I continued my shopping, stopping booth to booth when a warm sensation started where I'd been bit and radiated out to my extremities. The warmth bloomed low in my stomach until the throbbing of my clit and tightening of my nipples clouded each thought. Every touch now felt like fireworks against my skin and I leaned over onto the table of crocheted plushies, panting. My face had gone pink, visible even under the creamy makeup, and my pupils dilated. The cool slime of the creature mixed with my own warm arousal, pooling between my legs. My knees buckled and I caught myself on the corner of a nearby booth.

The reaction seemed to please the creature and it moved from the spot on my hip, crawling the jiggly mass of its body into my underwear entirely, stretching the two arms it had attached to my nipples. The sensation was strange, a little like what I imagined would happen if I shoved a bowl full of warm jello into my panties. It was squishy and wet, but not entirely unpleasant. I caught my breath. No one had noticed the little scene and despite how difficult it now was to think of anything besides the sensations of my body, I desperately wanted to finish the day.

Jackson, thankfully, had stepped away to buy a few goodies and returned a few minutes later, noticing the new color on my cheeks and the sweat formed at my brow. "Hey, its about time for the competition. Are you ready?" He offered me an arm, which I took gratefully. "I know I've been a broken record, but are you sure you're okay?" He asked me, concern plastered to his painted features. Even the harsh anime paint couldn't conceal his worry for me.

"Really, I'm fine. I'll finish the competition and then maybe sit down for a while, 'kay?"

He shrugged, but walked me the rest of the way into the auditorium. We lined up for the contest, waiting for our turn on stage. My mind was battling my own body for dominance. The creature had made itself at home between my legs, exploring the bud at the apex of my labia, circling the little bundle of nerves until I clamped my legs together. My nipples were electric and each time the little tendril of slime wound around my breast, or clamped down on the peaked nipple, I had to swallow a shudder.

Jackson stood, arm in arm with me, watching me. "You're warm." He said and I shrugged. "It's hot in here."

"You're always cold." He countered.

I shrugged again. He gave me a look that said he was very, very close to simply picking me up and taking me to the first aid tent.

"Up next, Ruby from RWBY and Lady Gyokuyou from Apothecary Diaries!"

The lights overhead were blinding and the crowd cheered as we stepped onto the stage. Jackson went first, unsure whether to leave me behind. I followed a fair distance behind, letting him have his moment.

My first step on stage was when the Xoxene struck.

My eyes went wide as the creature sprouted another appendage, this time girth-ier than the others and impaled itself inside of me. It pushed in and out of me, testing the depth, filling the open space of my vaginal canal. Another smaller tendril formed then, testing the limits of my ass as well. I wasn't really sure of anything anymore. The sensation was so good, too good. I was panting through my nose, trying to hold it together. The judges walked by each costume, taking notes on a clipboard as they discussed the merit of each. They stopped at Jackson's for a long while, discussing back and forth with him and the other judges.

Jackson smiled, though his eyes kept finding me, worry creasing his forehead. I swallowed hard as the judges stepped in front of me. Sweat had matted down the baby hairs at the back of my neck and disrupted some of the makeup along my temples. The pink hair piece I wore felt too heavy and my dress too warm. Everything was so, so sensitive. A judge picked up a piece of my skirt to admire the stitching and just the slight shift of fabric against my legs had my whole body shuddering. I let out a breathy "Oh."

The judges stopped and stared, not at my costume, but at me. The Xoxene pulled out and slammed itself back into me, in and out, in and out, working in counter-rhythm from my pussy to my ass. I was moaning then, hunched over as sensation took over my body, mind, and spirit. Jackson came over to me and asked some string of words that I couldn't understand. He took my hand and shook it before pulling my chin so I was looking at a him but I couldn't see him. Not really.

My little creature wriggled inside of me, attaching a little glob of goo just around my clit and sucking there too. I bucked my hips and moaned just it grew more tentacles. Two feeder tentacles burst from the top of my dress to the sound of gasps in the crowd and shock out of Jackson. There was a moment of shocked silence from the auditorium as people took in my lewd display. The arms wrapped around my breasts and squeezed until little trickles of blue milky fluid squirted out and dribbled down my stomach. I cried out just as the first phone came out to record.

Jackson stood in front of me, hiding my naked form from prying eyes. "Look at me." He pleaded as I held on to him, eyes squeezed shut in such otherworldly pleasure. "I'm going to get you help, sit down and stay here, yeah?."

He ripped himself from my arm and I didn't mind, too distracted by the pleasure wracking my body to care about anything like propriety or health.

People in the crowd laughed, some whistled. I saw the reflections of too many cameras. The creature wiggled inside of me, in, out, in, out, spinning, expanding, undulating. I had never felt such bliss before. It hit all of the right spots inside of me all while playing with the bundle of nerves just above. It writhed and I writhed right along with it. More tentacles writhed around, pulling up my skirts and ripping my panties apart until the crowd could see the my pussy through the little blue gelatinous glob fucking me senseless.

I could hear my friends clambering on stage, people shouting, the crowd parting... but not before I shattered, knees buckling as I fell to the stage. I squirted as my entire body trembled, wetting the stage. The Xoxene expanded then, more than I thought possible, depositing some sort of clear blue liquid deep inside my womb, filling me more than I'd ever been filled. I screamed as it pumped me full of liquid, followed by eggs, heavy and clear, that stretched my opening one by one until my belly noticeably rounded beneath the ripped silk of my dress. Fluid leaked out between our joining, puddling beneath my now bare ass. The Xoxene stayed until another orgasm ripped through me on a scream and my whole body convulsed in the mess.

When it finally pulled out and crawled away, I lay limp on the stage of the convention center, costume ruined. My legs splayed open, Xoxene now nowhere to be seen. My pussy gaped when one translucent egg slipped out of me and onto the floor along with a flowing squirt of blue creamy liquid while my stomach slowly deflated back into its normal shape. I heard sounds of disgust, some of awe from some of the crowd that had stayed gathered to look. My breasts were raw, nipples red and still leaking, and pocked with suction marks and bruises.

My friends were there. I heard their voices, then there was Jackson, on his knees next to me. "You're okay." He whispered, wiping my real hair back off of my forehead. I don't know where the pink wig went, must have fallen off. "You're okay. Paramedics are coming." I didn't have any words. My body was limp and sore and sated. I closed my eyes and nodded, gripping onto his fingers weakly with one hand.

"Did we win?"

His laugh was weak and he squeezed my hand.