In his haste to get help, the masquerade’s freshly minted orc failed to recall that his pants were sagging loosely around his ankles. He burst out of the bathroom and immediately tripped on his slacks.
Klarg fell forward and barely managed to catch himself with his dark green hands. His shirt had chosen that moment to haphazardly flutter to the floor. His loin cloth dangled awkwardly beneath his prone torso. He was naked in front of the entire bathroom line!
“Klarg can explain!” he shot back up to his legs. His green hands immediately shot between his legs.
“Woah, easy there!” Some furry threw up a pair of paws reassuringly.
“Yeah, you’re alright,” another voice said.
“First time?” asked someone curious.
Klarg could hear a whole line full of people, but the only person standing around seemed to be this cosplayer. He was dressed from head to toe in some sort of scruffy costume. The fur was an artificial crimson red and didn’t seem to betray any obvious species at first. It seemed like some sort of canine?
Looking up, he saw three large dog heads staring back at him. Each of them had a pair of striking red eyes. The breed wasn’t clear… some sort of wolf-husky? But what was apparent were the horns. Each of the infernal dog’s heads were framed by an intimidating set of black points.
“Something tells me you’ve never bet a cerberus before,” the left head said. His muzzle moved in time perfectly with his speech.
The center head’s tongue was drooling out and panting.
“This is clearly his first time,” the right head replied, “Lookin’ good there mean-green.”
“By the maker…!” Klarg’s eye went wide.
“Hey!” The center head barked, “Don’t mention that prick in front of hellspawn.”
“Sorry…!” Klarg stood there awkwardly as he continued to cover himself, “Klarg has no idea what’s going on!”
“Is your name Klarg?” “It’s clearly a orc-speech thing.” “Beats constantly talking over yourself.” The cerberus’ speech patterns were really hard to follow.
“Uh… Klarg should go…” he started to scoot back.
The cerberus put a paw on his shoulder. The center head focused on him, “Look, this masquerade’s special. You dressed up as an orc, right? We dressed up as a hellhound.”
He gestured down the hallway. A kitsune, tanuki, and coyote were all chatting lively. The right head continued the conversation, “See, you’re not the only one who’s changed.”
The center kept going, “You’ll be back to your old self at the end of the party. Just try and enjoy yourself.”
Klarg rubbed his eye, “Klarg still can’t believe this.”
“We figured you knew,” the cerberus chatted, “Seriously, props on the whole savage orc brute getup.” The last head added, “Very high fantasy.”
“Me an accountant!” Klarg quickly redoubled his efforts to hide his crotch, “Klarg really should be getting his pants back on…!”
“Really? You don’t look like an accountant,” the cerberus barked, “More like a nudist.”
The center head looked down at his furred form and gestured with a paw, “This place is pretty lax about the dress code. You could honestly probably pull off that look.” True to the canine’s word, the only thing he was wearing was an intertwined spiked leather collar around his three necks. Of course, there was a difference between having a furry sheath between your legs and just having a barely-obscured cock dangling out in the open.
Oh by the flames, his whole ass was on display, wasn’t it?
“But-“ Klarg squirmed.
“Arf, fake it till you make it greenie. If you act like some big gruff fantasy beast man, I bet you could become one,” the center head panted excitedly about the prospect. The left head added, “We had to pretend to have three different conversations with ourself. Now look at us.”
“Klarg not sure if he want to be a beast man or a nudist?” He laughed, “But uh- Thank you center head?”
The ears shot up on all three heads. In unison they barked, “Arf! How rude of us!” Then a chatter of, “Let us introduce ourself!”
The cerberus stood up straight. His left head eagerly barked, “I’m Kris!”
“I’m Top!” The center head chimed in.
The last head bowed his head and added, “I’m Fur!”
Klarg blinked. “Kris… Top… Fur?”
The cerberus waited for it.
“Christopher?” Klarg guessed.
“Bingo!” “Ding ding ding!” “We have a winner!” The cerberus wagged playfully. He passed by Klarg and Top patted him on the shoulder, “Look, just think about it, okay?”
“It’d be pretty hot,” Fur added.
Kris pointed behind Klarg, “Now if you’ll excuse us, we need to hit the little hellspawn’s room.”
Klarg watched the cerberus walk by in disbelief. His night had just gotten a lot more interesting.
He looked down at himself. Could he really pull off just walking around in a loin cloth? He hadn’t really gotten a chance to get a good look at himself yet. He was a little surprised to see some well defined green abs on his stomach. Orcs apparently had a bit more body hair. The black scruff stood out in stark contrast to the rest of his green skin.
All he’d have to do was kick off his shoes and he really would look like he had walked out of a fantasy novel. Well, until you looked up close and realized his loin cloth had a nylon band and probably came from Wal-Mart.
Klarg was… conflicted. He was still in shock over the whole situation, but some part of him liked the idea of at least being a bit more in control of his situation.
The other part of him just wanted his pants back.
He turned around and heard the bathroom door lock. Glancing down at the floor, Klarg saw his shirt and nothing else. He’d accentually left his pants in the bathroom.
Whoops.