Little Red

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He was already perspiring beneath the fur outfit, and it was far too late to return it and acquire something more practical. Beam had insisted on this one, with the open face, and Forth had spent an embarrassing amount of time attempting to perfect the makeup.

Before reaching back to catch his fluffy tail, the alpha pulled the helmet onto his shoulders and looked down at his hairy paws. He preferred his own black cloak to the light gray one since it kept driving him insane along the edge of his vision. But he couldn't say no to his friend, no matter how many buckets of sweat would be accumulating in his paws.

Forth groaned and waited for Beam to finish, thanking his lucky stars that he was only wearing his underwear underneath his outfit. He sighed again, practically whimpering in irritation, because he fucking hated Costume parties.

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Linn dabbed his lips with a handkerchief while Beam waited eagerly in his computer chair, pressing his smooth legs together in excitement as she did the last few touches of his make-up. He knew Forth was downstairs since he'd heard the front door swing open and close, and he was eager to show Mr. Head Hazer that dressing up for the Costume Party might be enjoyable.

"Forth isn't going to know what hit him, go check yourself out," Linn said as she backed up and observed her work before assisting Beam up to his feet.

Beam moved out of his room and into the bathroom, turning on the light and gasping as he saw himself: long, soft brown hair streaming down over his shoulders, red, luscious lips, and smokey eyes. Of course, these were all small matters, and Forth probably wouldn't have given a damn about any of them. The absence of hair on his body and the pair of lacy red underwear he wore below his skirt were likely to attract his wolf's interest.

Beam smirked and tucked the cloak into place, turning off the bathroom light before allowing Linn to assist him down the stairs so he wouldn't break his neck.

Linn clapped Beam on the back as they approached the bottom of the stairs and, gratefully, left them alone. He was seeking to evoke from Forth an expression that he wished to experience for himself and himself alone. Before entering the living room, he straightened his back and took a deep breath, and he had to hide his mouth when he saw his mate's enormous, fluffy tail emerging from his rump and the soft appearing ears jutting out from atop Forth's head, "My my, what big ears you have."

"Beam," As he pivoted and halted, Forth began to dispute. His eyes were wide as he peered at the younger man, attempting to take in the entirety of his companion at once and having to repeat the process several times before fully comprehending what he was seeing. If he couldn't smell his mate, taste the sweet, spiced flavor on his tongue, and his mouth moistened, he'd almost be certain he wasn't even looking at Beam.

The delicate white frilled shirt beneath a red plaid corset, false breasts of some sort to fill the top - none of this bothered Forth; his gaze was fixed on the frilly red skirt and white stockings beneath, as well as the black bows, heels, red hood, long hair, and wicker basket. The alpha's gaze returned to Beam's, taking in the round, tawny, dark honey color of his eyes, and he took a numbing step forward. He grasped Beam's arm and twisted it over, then looked at his legs, perplexed, before returning his gaze to his eyes.

"Beam," He said with bated breath, mouth as gasping as a dry desert.

"Yeah," Beam grinned and nodded innocently, because that's exactly the reaction he'd wanted, "That's my name, big guy, don't wear it out."

Clutching the wicker basket to his side, he stepped closer to the alpha and smoothed his palm over the soft, furry costume, "You look cute, sweaty and constipated, but cute. Oh! And if you promise to keep your complaining to a minimum, I have a surprise for you."

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