Just get to the convention already

The months until the convention pass in a blur and you soon find yourself packing for the con. You also inexplicably got three more hearts on your pass in the intervening time, but the cost to change anything about the con further is just far too high. You have to impatiently bide your time until the convention can finally begin, and you can get your hands (or cock) on some sweet cosplayers.

With your car as empty as you can make it for all the prospective loot you have lined up, you head out on the road to the convention. The drive is long and boring, with only the thought of all the beautiful cosplay girls that are going to be there to distract you as the radio stations fade in and out and the miles stretch out long. You almost can't stand it as your cock strains against your pants, however relief is nowhere in sight and you have nothing to do but drive.

Finally! The tedium is over: in the distance emerging from the urban landscape like a breaching whale is the convention center. You navigate the frantic downtown traffic and finally get a parking spot and join the crowd slowly streaming toward the massive gleaming building. Finally your dreams are coming true as you look around at all the people, especially the cosplayers. There are women in revealing tribal outfits (practically a tribes worth), flowing diaphanous gowns, and a surprisingly large number in risque body paint of various characters and creatures, some of whom you are pretty sure aren't wearing anything other than paint. You hurry to the line so that you can sink your cock into them sooner.

After waiting in line for six agonizing minutes, you realize something. You already have a pass. You would have realized this sooner if you hadn't been so distracted. Jumping out of the line you run to the side doors for vendors and VIPs, with the rest of the queue giving you dirty looks, and present your pass to the guard on the other side, who lets you through. You pause for a moment to take in all of the stalls and people and the atmosphere of the place. This must be what the old time bazaars must have been like: people bustling around, loud chatter filling the air as people hawk their wares... well, except for the TVs and interactive booths, those are definitely a big improvement!

Off in the distance, one woman catches your eye: she is sitting with her hands clenched in her lap looking decidedly uncomfortable. Her outfit appears to be some kind of futuristic schoolgirl outfit with blue trim but with the way she is clutching the skirt you think it probably tore.

You cross the floor and sit down next to her, causing her to start and tighten her grip. As you admire her shapely form with modest breasts, the girl sitting next to you seems more uncomfortable. Leaning back, you strike up conversation, "So, you have a wardrobe malfunction?"

She seems hesitant to respond. "Um, yes, my friends should be back any second with the sewing kit." She has started blushing heavily while you stare at her, averting her eyes and clenching her legs tighter.

Leaning back on the bench, you glance around but see no one heading your way. Turning back to her, you say, "So, while we wait for your friends would you mind if I put a baby in you real quick?"

She turns to you with a shocked expression—in fact, she let go of her skirt and you can now see that she isn't wearing any underwear. You get a good view of her slit before she quickly covers herself back up, even more embarrassed. "Y-y-you want to what?"

You gesture at her midriff and respond, "I wanna stick my dick in you and then put a baby in you."

She is now beet red. "B-b-but my costume is torn, I can't just⁠—"

You cut her off, "Your costume would just get in the way, anyways."

She won't meet your eyes and is shaking a little bit. "Uh, um, okay, I guess," she says in a quiet voice. People seem to react exactly as though you are asking them for photographs, including being embarrassed if their costume is broken.

You stand up and she haltingly joins you before you spin her around and lean her against the wall, her skirt falling to the ground with nothing to hold it up. After discarding your clothes, you line yourself up with her and thrust into her in one motion, your pent-up urges released in one thrust. Luckily for you and this girl, she seems to have been a bit of an exhibitionist because she is already soaked from sitting there with the torn skirt. You shift your hips to line up better with hers and start to rock into her depths.

Right as you start to get into your groove and feel yourself building towards climax, her friends approach. All three of them are drop-dead gorgeous. The lead woman is wearing the matching set to the futuristic school outfit with red piping instead of blue. The second girl is a petite thing wearing only pasties and an iridescent blue body paint that looks like fish scales. She seems to be mildly uncomfortable with her state of dress and her arms are shifting from being crossed to clasped in front of her crotch. The final woman is massive in every proportion: from her six-foot-something frame, to her massive breasts, to her wide hips. She is dressed fittingly enough as a Minotaur with fake horns on her head, a hide skirt and pasties on her breasts with fur painted onto her body.

"Yo, ****, we are gone for ten minutes and you are already getting railed?" the lead girl asked.

The woman you are currently fucking, who you now know to be Rachel or some variant, turns her body a little bit to face her friends. "He just, uh, wanted to, erm, knock me up real quick. I thought it would be rude to refuse."

"Man, Craig is gonna be pissed that your first isn't gonna be his," remarked the woman dressed as a Minotaur.

You can't last any longer and with one last vigorous thrust you shakily empty your balls deep inside her. After a moment you pull out and wipe your dick of on her leg before pulling your pants back up. Rachel suddenly collapses onto her knees, her hips quivering and your cum leaking out onto her leg.

Turning to her friends you eye them up. "So, what are you guys here for?"

"Oh, we heard there was going to be a cosplay contest with a ridiculous cash prize this year so we came to enter it. **** here decided she didn't want her underwear destroyed if she didn't place first so she decided to go commando and her skirt ripped. Speaking of which," she says to the still prone Rachel, "you need to get to a bathroom once he is done with you so we can repair the dress."

You smile at them all and give a little wave, "Good luck to you all then, see you around."

(I have Searcher0595's permission to duplicate his chapters here.)