Manticore and a Half: Dress Up

“Do you wear a uniform?”

Jenna looked from her dresser drawer to Kevin, who was still lounging on her bed. “Huh?” she asked.

“At your job. Don’t chefs have that special white coat and hat they wear?”

“Uh, yeah, a lot of chefs do wear that, but not me.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I never asked my boss. The head chef wears something pretty close, but I just have a collared shirt. It looks like anyone else’s that works there, except it’s white.”

“And with six sleeves.”

“Yes, six sleeves.”

Jenna grabbed the socks she was looking for and closed the drawer. At the same time, she finished tucking in her shirt, straightening her skirt, and working out a tangle in her hair. Six paws came in handy while getting ready in the morning.

A grin creeped up on her face. They helped out at night, too.

“You seem a little rushed,” he said.

“Some of us have to work on Saturdays. Shouldn’t you be gone by now, anyways?”

“You’re the one who invited me over and if you wanted me gone by morning you shouldn’t’ve tailpussied me until I passed out from exhaustion.”

Jenna rolled her eyes and finished getting dressed. Those tangles were still bugging her. After moving over to a mirror, she shooed Kevin off with a couple of her free paws.

“A little tailpussy doesn’t mean I’m giving you freedom to start being annoying again. Just go, I’m busy.”

“Geez, you’re really that eager to get rid of me?”

“I’m eager to get to my job on time and not leave a stranger in my house.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go,” he grumbled, snatching his clothes up off the floor.

Why’d he have to be so whiny? Though cute, he was stubborn, too. She had a schedule to keep, it wasn’t like this was personal.

“Look, I’ll call you later when I’m done with work, alright?” she said.

Finishing with his clothes, Kevin watched Jenna a moment before shaking his head. “That’s fine. Sorry for… yeah, I’m not a big morning person. I think I need a glass of water or something.” She listened as his footsteps faded away. “Later.”

“Bye.”

The door clicked shut. Jenna paused. Had she been too harsh? Eh, probably not. 

But why the hell did he ask about her uniform?

…And why was the answer still swirling around in the back of her head?

 

**

 

“Damnit,” Jenna spat under her breath. As tightly as she squeezed the clothing and as hard as she reached for the dressing room door, she couldn’t do it. Some invisible force stopped her every time. Her muscles strained under her trenchcoat, but her paw never closed around that doorknob.

Whatever, it was a silly idea anyways. She’d never worn anything fancier than a dress and high-heels. Coming here was never going to be anything more than an exercise in frustration. She spun around.

“Oh!”

Jenna’s eyes widened and she took a quick step back from the short, middle-aged asian woman she’d about plowed over. “Oh my goodness, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you!” said Jenna.

“No, it’s my fault, I accidentally snuck up on you.”

Jenna laid a paw over her heart. “Well, intentionally or not, you’re pretty good at it.”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“It’s alright.”

“I actually came over here to see if you needed any help.”

Jenna probably had looked a bit lost, standing in front of the dressing room for two minutes straight.

“Oh, well, I was just browsing. Never been to a costume store before.”

“Let me tell you, it’s a lot smarter to come now than in October. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

“Nah, I was just playing with some ideas.”

“Okay.” The woman looked at what Jenna was holding. “A chef uniform? Are you doing catering?”

“N-no, it’s not that, it’s just what I picked up.”

“If you’re sure you don’t have any attachment to it—”

“I don’t!”

“Then can I recommend something?”

“Um, sure.”

She motioned for Jenna to follow and started off through the maze of clothes. “If you’re not really sure what you want to try out, I think your best bet is to take a look at our more popular items and see if there’s anything you like there. For children’s parties, we’ve got stuff like cowgirls, teddy bears, and aliens. For formal events, there’s waitresses and maids. If you’re looking for something more adult, there’s skimpy versions of all that and more.”

Jenna nodded through the woman’s talking while looking for an open shelf to shove the chef’s uniform in her awkward grip onto. She never should’ve picked it up.

“Here.”

Jenna halted in her tracks to avoid stumbling over the woman, then turned to where she was pointing. A display of several costumes stared back at her, exotic and varied in form.

“This is where most people look for Halloween attire, and where I think you might find what you want.”

Jenna put the chef’s uniform behind her back. “Why here? Wouldn’t you usually want to start with something familiar?”

“Yes, but you’re not here for the familiar, are you? You want to be something you’re not already, and I think these are the most fun.”

A vampire. An angel. Witch. Spider. Jenna looked more monstrous than all of these without a costume.

“Just look at any of the racks down here, they’re all Halloween-themed. If you can’t find something you like here, I’d move onto the children’s event section down there or find me. Does that sound good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Have fun!”

Sure didn’t feel like fun, Jenna thought as she stared down at the thoroughly-wrinkled uniform in her paws. But something had led her here in the first place, so she might as well give the cheery woman the benefit of the doubt.

Jenna dismissed the more exotic costumes right away. What kind of a spider costume could compete with a real arachne? Next down the line were exaggerated versions of everyday objects. A globe, a ruler, and a gun, even. Who knew what kind of person came in here looking for stuff like that.

Next, however, were skimpy versions of trade uniforms. Jenna slowed down to get a better look. The fireman’s uniform was a little too rough for Jenna, and even the skimpy version looked like it’d make her too hot. The maid’s uniform was roomier, but felt so plain.

Then there was the nurse outfit. Tight but soft enough for her skin to breathe in, short but long enough to tease, and it even came with a cute matching cap. Jenna caught herself staring and biting her lip. When she reached out and picked it up, the fabric caressed her paw with a silky touch, slipping through her fingers with ease.

This. This was the one.

 

**

 

“I’m surprised you called me again so soon after how you were acting this morning,” said Kevin as he stepped inside.

Jenna shoved the door closed behind him. “Are you seriously still upset about that? I told you it wasn’t personal.”

“I know, I know.” He held up his hands. “Just giving you shit.”

Shaking her head, Jenna started upstairs. The longer they stuck around chatting the harder it would be to actually tell him. “Shut your mouth and follow me.”

“You still haven’t told me why you called. I mean, I can make an assumption, but I don’t know why you’d be so evasive if it’s what I think it is.”

At the top of the stairs, Jenna spun and crossed all of her arms. “Fine, since you’re so eager.”

“Maybe not eager, but pretty curious.”

They stared at each other.

“So, uh, are you going to tell me?” said Kevin.

“Yes. Yes, I am!”

“Okay.”

Her eyes bounced around the room to anywhere but Kevin’s. They landed on the wallpaper, the floor, one of the paintings she’d hung up, even his shoes. He was wearing a different pair today, Jenna noted. They looked worn.

“Still waiting…”

“Alright, fine, yes, I’ll show you.” She grabbed his wrist and dragged him up the stairs toward her room. Once he saw, there was no going back. She’d have to tell him. Closing her eyes, she pulled him into her room, let go, and waited.

“Okaaay…” said Kevin. “Am I crazy or does your bed look like it was taken straight out of a hospital?”

“Both.”

He rolled his eyes. “But really, why does it look like that?”

“I went out and bought got some new sheets to make it look more authentic. Unfortunately, there’s no cheap way to get the machines that are usually standing around an actual hospital bed.”

“So you did try to make it look like a hospital bed.” He took another look at the bed. “You know those beds don’t exactly look welcoming.”

“I know, it’s just part of the scene.”

“The scene?”

“I, um, I want to try being a nurse.”

Silence dragged the moment to a stop.

“What?” said Kevin.

“I want to try roleplaying a nurse.”

He looked around for several seconds before it clicked. “Wait, with me?”

“I don’t see anyone else here, do you?”

“Isn’t that a little odd to ask so soon after meeting someone?”

Jenna crossed her paws and gave him a look. “We’re past that, don’t you think?”

“Alright, you’re right. I just… didn’t expect it.” His eyes moved back and forth between Jenna and the bed. “I guess I don’t have anything against it, really.”

Jenna almost jumped. “So you’ll do it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes! Alright, here,” she said, shoving some clothes into his chest. “Put this on.”

“Woah, wait a second, now?” He inspected the clothing she’d handed him. “A hospital gown? You’re already ready to do this, aren’t you?”

Jenna nodded. “Yes, now. That’s why I called you over.” She pointed to the bed. “Once you have that on, lie down and act like a patient. I’ll go in the bathroom and change. When I get back, I’ll be your nurse.”

“God, this is so… I don’t know.”

“Are you going to do it or not?” Jenna huffed.

“Yes, I’ll do it, I just, I’m a terrible actor!”

“All you have to do is play along. I’m not expecting you to be a hollywood star or something.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll put on the gown.” Holding it up in front of him, he curled his lip at it. Jenna gave him a pat on the back before walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

“And tell me when you’re ready!” she shouted through the door.

“Okay!”

Jenna rubbed all of her paws together and grinned up at the uniform hanging in front of her. It was time! It’s not like Kevin would’ve refused, even if he had chosen to be stubborn about it at first, but being here, just moments away filled her chest with fire. Her face was hurting from how hard she was smiling. With a perkiness to her movements, she pulled off her clothes and plucked the uniform from its hangar.

“I’m ready!” yelled Kevin.

That was fast. “Okay!”

Carefully, she pushed her meaty paws through all six sleeves and pulled the shirt closed. It strained, of course, pushing her tits tight against her chest, but she’d expected this. Holding it closed with two paws, the other four carefully buttoned it up and laid the flap over to cover the buttons. When she let go, the buttons tugged a bit, but held.

“Hmm…”

Undoing a button over her breasts failed to show off much of anything. The second one revealed a lot more. Jenna plucked at it. Too much, maybe? She could almost fit her paw in the opening. Nah, that was good.

She fluffed her mane out of the high collar on the shirt, then pulled the bottom down as far as it would go. It failed to cover even half of her thighs. To finish it off, she laid the small cap atop her head, right between her ears. Perfect.

She grabbed the doorknob but caught herself grinning too hard. A real nurse would be more professional about it, right? After several long, slow breaths, she was able to put on a straight face. Mostly.

The moment she stepped into the bedroom, her eyes locked onto Kevin. He’d pulled the covers up to his neck and was smiling awkwardly at Jenna. So cute. So helpless. The smile fought to come back.

“I, uh, hello Jenn—er, nurse.” He fumbled the words like soap in his hands.

“Good evening, sir.” Yes, that was a good voice. Proper and formal, but just a touch sultry. “How are you feeling tonight?”

“Fine, I guess.”

Jenna coughed. “That’s not what you’re—I mean, are you sure? Nothing you need help with?”

His eyes flickered a few times. “Oh, oh wait, I think I do sorta have a headache.”

Concern creasing her face, Jenna strode over to the bedside. “Let’s take a look.” She laid a paw over his forehead and with two others grabbed his wrist and took his pulse. He was hot, but that probably wasn’t from a headache.

“I don’t think you need to take my pulse.”

“Sir, please, I need you to relax, or I won’t be able to get a good pulse reading.”

He swallowed and adjusted himself. His eyes couldn’t seem to sit still, darting from Jenna’s face, to her paws, to her chest, then anywhere else in the room but her.

With her free paws, Jenna pat down the covers over Kevin, not-so-subtly lingering near his crotch. Jenna couldn’t help but lick her lips. He was already hard.

“How bad is the headache?” she asked.

“It’s kinda bad. It hurts.”

“Have you been staying hydrated?”

“Yeah. Maybe. I guess.”

“It sounds like you’re not very sure. Wait here a moment.”

Jenna left, poured a glass of water, and came back to Kevin’s side. He eyed the water with confusion.

“Hey, Jenna, you know I don’t actually—”

A mouthful of paw cut him off. “Now, now, it’s rude to address your nurse by her name, especially when she hasn’t even introduced herself. Would you like to tell me your name?” A cold, clinical grin grew on her face as she withdrew her paw.

“K-kevin.”

“Kevin, I’m nurse Jenna. I’m prescribing you some water for that headache. Please take a drink.”

He reached for the glass but his hands had hardly lifted off the bed before Jenna grabbed them by their wrists and pinned them to the bed. His face twisted further in confusion.

“I’m your nurse. Just lie down and let me do everything.” She brought the glass to his lips. “All you have to do is swallow.”

The glass tipped slowly against his lips. At first, he looked back and forth between Jenna and the water, asking silently if she was serious, but when the water began to spill, he opened his mouth and began to drink.

“There you go. Keep drinking. Get it all down.”

Kevin swallowed obediently until the water was gone, then gasped for air. “Okay, that was weird.”

She pinched his shoulder until he yelped, then said, “I don’t think it was weird at all. Next time, be sure to stay hydrated so you can avoid getting a headache, alright?”

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

After placing the empty glass down, Jenna stood up straight and clasped her paws together. “Now, is there anything else you need?”

Blankness covered Kevin’s face. His mouth wandered open a few times, but the words never quite made it out right. “Uhh…”

“Anything at all? I’m here to serve your every need while you’re sick.” She fidgeted in place. “Every need.”

“Oh!” His face lit up. “Oh, um, there is one thing.”

Jenna cocked her head. “Yes?”

“I feel a little funny down near my waist. I-I think I need a little relief.”

“You poor thing.” She ran a paw through his hair. “Of course, let’s take a look.”

Her teeth dug into her lips as she leaned over, making sure to give Kevin an excellent view of the loose buttons. Carefully, she withdrew the sheets past his knees and forced herself to bite down hard to keep from squealing in excitement from what she revealed.

Kevin was definitely ready for some ‘care’.

“It looks serious,” she said. “Does it hurt?”

“P-pretty bad.” What a cute blush. It took considerable will to keep her paws from pouncing on him right then. Instead, she let them roam across his chest and arms, tasting his skin and nervous sweat.

“I’ll see what I can do about it. Sit up, please.”

Her paws guided his back up off the bed until he was sitting straight up. She slipped onto the bed behind his back and sat down crossed-legged. Without a word, her paws urged him back down onto her lap.

“Are you comfortable?” she asked.

After a loud swallow, he nodded.

“Good. I want you to be as relaxed as possible.” She lifted her tail behind her and quietly plucked a spine off. One paw passed it to another and she brought it into Kevin’s view, holding it like a shot. With one eye on Kevin’s face, she flicked the spine’s tip, dripping venom down onto her paw.

Kevin’s eyes grew wide.

A comforting pat on his head did little to soften his expression as two of her paws grabbed his arm and exposed the vein in the crook of his elbow while she brought the spine close.

“Just a little injection, nothing to worry about.” The spine tip touched skin. “Relax.”

Taking her time, Jenna eased the tip into the vein, her soft smile growing as blood dripped out and her venom soaked in. Kevin’s body reacted instantly, but Jenna held the spine in place a little longer just to see him try to wriggle his arm away.

She let go, giving Kevin his arm back. He pushed down on the bleeding prink and flexed his hand open and closed. A paw helped him lay back down. At the same time, two others snaked down to his waist and lightly gripped the bottom of his hospital gown, another snuck up behind his head to support it and two others undid a third button on her uniform, fully exposing both of her tits.

His eyes lit up at the sight. Jenna took a deep breath and reminded herself to slow down. A professional wouldn’t lose her composure even at the sight of such a vulnerable and willing man.

“Go ahead. You can do more than look.”

He took a handful of breast, his touch warm against her exposed skin. His hand squeezed and roamed as if hungry. A shiver ran down her spine when he pinched her nipple.

A rumbling growl arose within her loins. There was no going back for Kevin now.

It didn’t take much from her paw to urge his mouth forward as well. She sighed in relief as his lips closed around her nipple. All six of her paws clamped down hard. Kevin grunted in their grip, but didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, Jenna would never let him.

“There you go. Just like that.”

She closed her eyes and focused on the wet tongue playing with her teat. Though she tried to keep silent, a gasp escaped when he pinched with his lips, sending a shock like frozen lightning through her body.

Now it was her turn.

She pulled his hospital gown up past his stomach, exposing the already-obvious bulge he’d been keeping for her. Smiling at the sight, she closed one paw around his member, simply holding it to feel blood pumping through the thick veins on the surface. With her thumb, she began playing with his cockhead, rubbing circles around his tip and under his frenulum. His cock throbbed in her paw.

“Is this where it hurts?”

He only grunted in response.

“If you can’t give me a real answer, I can’t know for sure.”

He forced himself away from her tit. “Yes, that’s where it hurts. Please help.”

“Of course.”

His latching back onto her sensitive nipple made her gasp again. So cute how he changed when her tits came out and her paws starting working their magic. Her paw began to move gently up and down, letting her malleable pawpads and silky fur glide up against his most sensitive spots. She gave attention to his tip as well, bringing in a second paw to lightly pinch his cockhead between two pads, rubbing them into his skin.

He rattled out a moan into her breast.

Jenna adjusted herself, bringing two paws underneath Kevin to grab his opposite shoulder and side in order to pull him tight against her. Another paw ran through his hair, resting on the back of his head and pushing him into her breast. Her last paw grabbed his thigh, massaging his muscles with slow and steady rubs.

“So good…” said Kevin.

Her paw pushed his face back into her chest. “Shhh, no need to talk, just let me ease your pain.”

Her pumping grew faster and her grip more sure. The thousand tiny touches of her fur glided up and down Kevin’s cock, drowning him in extravagant pleasure. Two paws continued to work him, shaft and cockhead, slow but relentless, careful yet driven. As the seconds passed, Kevin grew more and more restless. His fingers dug into her breast and his tongue’s motions became lethargic and sloppy.

Jenna’s arousal billowed into flame. Her breaths uneven, her pussy dripping freely, and her heart resonating, she gripped Kevin tighter. Closer. Her paw danced along his length, but it wasn’t enough.

With Kevin’s thighs now massaged to goo, her paw joined the other two on his member. She clasped it together with her pumping paw to swallow his cock in a cocoon of bliss while the other paw drifted down to fondle his balls.

Her face grew a dark smile when Kevin’s hips began to thrust. He was completely under her control. And now, she would reward him for being a good patient.

Her paws clamped together on his cock as tight as she dared, earning a moan from Kevin. They then began to twist and pump, slow at first, then gaining speed at an excruciatingly gradual pace. Kevin threw himself into her paw cocoon, but the hard he thrust, the more she held back. Only when he learned to control himself did she let her paws run wild.

“Now, I’m going to need you to cum for me, alright? Can you do that?”

He mumbled into her tit.

“Thank you. You may cum now.”

With that, her paws beat him off in a frenzy, their once subtle motions now only concerned with extracting his cum. Kevin’s moans grew louder. The paws pumped faster. Determination on Jenna’s face, she gave his balls one last squeeze to drive him over the edge. Arching his back, Kevin threw his hips into the air and yelled. Jenna felt the shots of semen in her paws, but refused to stop. Each spurt encouraged her paws to draw out more. Even when his cum poured out of the gaps in her paws, she jerked him harder.

When his body gave out and his muscles relaxed, Jenna almost gave him another shot of venom, but stopped herself. A real nurse wouldn’t be so harsh to her patient. Instead, she eased her paws off his member and smiled down at him, letting his head rest in her lap.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked.

“Wonderful.”

“Good.” She glanced at her cum-soaked paws, then leaned down to whisper in Kevin’s ear, “I’m doing a maid costume next.”

He just smiled.

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One thought on “Manticore and a Half: Dress Up”

  1. I thought this wouldn’t continue, please make more! Your writing is getting better and better over the years!

    I wish you’d make another series apart from that 25k word novel, GMJ and INtFTKY were among the best reads I ever had. 🙂

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