A voice within your head speaks to you. “Stand up and admire yourself.” You stand up and turn to the mirror. You grin to yourself, seeing yourself in this costume is sparking something inside of you. “You are a raccoon.” You feel inclined to repeat. “I am a raccoon.” You grin to yourself as your hand mindlessly begins to rub your penis. You groan softly, mouth agape as pleasure flows through you. Your body pulses as your muscles expand to fit into the costumes muscles. You groan a little as your hands move up and down your muscular chest. “You are a raccoon. You love being a raccoon. Being a raccoon gives you so much pleasure.” Your hands move up and down the fur of the costume, no your fur. That’s right. That’s because you’re a raccoon.
“W-what… no? This... isn’t right.” You place your hand on your hand. Your head hurts, causing you to place your hands on your head. “You have always been a raccoon. You have always been covered in gray, black, and white fur. You have always had a striped tail.“ You look behind you as you see your tail now waving however you choose to move it. No this shouldn’t be right, this is wrong. But… was this voice wrong? You look in the mirror and see yourself, your fur waving and a chill runs down your spine as the breeze from the room blows through your body. A last ditch effort to resist causes you to grab the mascot head and try to give it a push to remove it off your head. But it doesn’t budge, all you feel is yourself pushing against your own head. “You are a raccoon! A stealthy, mischievous, horny gay raccoon.” “Stealthy. mischievous.” You murmur as you begin to drool, “Horny… no. No… I’m not… horny.” However the voice only becomes louder as you say that. “You are a gay raccoon. You have always been a very horny, gay raccoon.” Your penis becomes painfully erect as you think more and more about men. Very sexy, attractive, and hot men. You grasped your raccoon head with your two paws as your brain is getting dominated by this costume. The costume! You need to remove it. However immediately as you try pleasure shoots through you, causing your back to arch and a moan to escape.
“You are gay horny raccoon. You love to trick men and dominate them. You love tricking men and making love with them as the mischievous raccoon you’ve always been.” You groan in pleasure. You struggle as you can only think of men as play things. Watching them as you make a complete fool out of them. Their cute, handsome, adorable faces. “No… I’m not… so hot… so…horny.” Pleasure courses through you as your paw rubs your cock, unable to slow down at all. Pre leaks from your penis, staining your fur. “You are a raccoon. You ARE a raccoon. YOU ARE A RACCOON!.” The last traces of your old personality vanishing as you get closer and closer to climax. You grunt and moan as the pleasure gets stronger and stronger. “I am a raccoon. I am a stealthy, mischievous, gay, horny raccoon. I am… a raccoon. I AM A RACCOON! I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A RACCOON.”
You finally reach your climax, cumming all over the room and yourself. “That felt so good, never have I ever cum so hard.” You say to yourself as you brush your paw all over your semen covered fur. You lick your paws clean with your new raccoon mouth, falling so deeply in love with the salty cum taste. As you see yourself in the mirror you have thoughts of the zoo staff. Specially those sexy hard-working men. The things you can do to them, those thoughts cause you to get rock hard and a very noticeable boner can be seen. “I can’t wait to find some strong men to worship me…”
Your ears twitch as your head something, no someone coming. It’s the clerk. Shit! Your jerking off must have been too loud for the clerk. You can easily hide, after all you are a stealthy raccoon, but what of your mess? Your cum is sprayed all over the room. The footsteps approach quickly, time is running out. You give a sly grin, it’s time to use your raccoon talent.
The clerk opens the door, shining the flashlight around to investigate the room. Immediately she covers her nose. “What is that disgusting smell?” The moment she covers her nose, you quickly move behind her, pickpocket the keys from her back pocket, and return to hiding. You were completely unnoticed. She starts to move further into the room. “Come out! I know you’re here. This area is off limits!” She yells. You move your hands to mimic a mouth as she yells to mock her. She finally makes it to the end of the room, not noticing the mannequin now devoid of a raccoon costume, and stumbles across the mirror covered with your cum. “What is that? Is that… ew that’s disgusting!” She yells out in both fear and disgust. You arrive at the entrance, and enter through the door. You turn around to give her a grin. “No, that there is delicious.” You tell her in your new and rather smooth voice before quickly slamming the door and locking it from the outside. She bangs on the door demanding you to release her and calling for help. You turn around, throwing the keys and catching and flashing a big grin to celebrate a job well done. You turn around from the door and notice the rest of the costume shop. Thinking about it now, the clerk is locked in the back room so no one is here to stop you from taking what you want. You now have the whole costume shop to yourself, and with the zoo closing soon, you would also have the whole zoo to yourself