I knocked on the door. Runt locked our arms together.
My new friend opened the door. He was dressed as a Roman Centurian. The breast-plate and helmet were plastic, but he wore a leather kilt and
long, cape. I had to say he was looking pretty sexy. But those days it seemed I found every man attractive.
He took a long look at me, starting at my feet and working up to face. It took him a moment to recognise me. "Oh!" he said, "You made it!
Awesome costume, man. And this is...?"
"This is R... Richard," I said.
He looked at Runt, then me, then out our interlocked arms. Runt smiled.
"Great!" he said, come on in.
His apartment was smaller than mine and Runt's penthouse, but it was very nice. It was filled with costumed people, all of whom clearly had a
lot of money to waste on silly clothes they'd only wear once. Nobody's was as good as mine, though. Everybody came up to compliment me
about it. They were astonished how the seams were invisible and how my tail really could wag. I would smile and thank them. A lot of the guys
would then turn to Runt, look very confused about their new feelings and quickly excuse themselves. I couldn't help laughing whenever this
happened.
"Either of us could have anyone in here, if we wanted," I joked.
"Yeah," Runt agreed, "What about him, though?"
Runt nodded at my friend, in the Centurian costume.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"He's hot, right?" he replied, "I mean the costume's entirely inaccurate, but he's clearly got a good build. And he was totally checking you out."
"No, he wasn't," I dismissed, "And if he was it was only 'cause you were gaying him up."
"He barely looked at me. He must have a thing for wolf-men."
I glanced at him again. I caught him looking at me. He quickly looked away.
"How about we stick around after everyone else has left?" Runt suggested, "We could double-team him. Let him see how good your costume
really is."
I looked at Runt. Barely a few hours ago the prospect of having pure sex with Runt had excited me. Now he was suggesting a threesome. What
could I say?