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"Why won't this lousy costume fit?!"
Yelled the anthro black jaguar as he tumbles backwards onto his bed, growling lightly as he tries to pull on a pair of black pants with red and very fake Japanese characters written on the sides. It was part of his Halloween costume, but thus far it wasn't fitting according to his brilliant plan. Growling a few more times as his struggles with the pants worsen, Jag finally gives up, panting lightly as he lays on his back. Staring up at the ceiling he starts to trace out patterns in the few small dots on the roof tiles, before a knock on the door gets his attention. Leaning his head to the side some he stares at the door for a few moments as the knocking continues.
"Who is it?"
"A vampire wanting to suck your blood!"
There is a bit of silence after this until laughing can be heard from the other side of the door, Jag starting up again with trying to get the pants on. Stopping once more he turns his head back to the door, giving another pant or two.
"So who is it really?"
"You know who it is! I've been sitting in your living room for fifteen minutes waiting on you. It shouldn't take you this long to put on a costume with less then four pieces."
The door opens and a large anthro horse pokes his head into the room. Jag gives a little wave to him from the bed and the horse shakes his head, moving over to him. The horse was wearing a black cape, his actually wings tucked back behind the cape as best as they can, still sticking halfway out. A pair of fake vampire fangs is in his hand, covered in saliva as he's taken them out so he can actually talk right. Sitting down on the bed next to Jag he looks him over a few times, shaking his head.
"Could you not be lazy for like half an hour?"
"I'm a cat, Wings. Lazy is what I do best."
The two of them chuckle a bit before Wings stands up, lifting Jag up to his feet and looking at him.
"So what seems to be the problem?"
"These stupid pants that came with the costume don't fit. I've literally been trying to pull them on for ten minutes."
Wings sighs and turns Jag around, looking down his back at the pants and lifting them up a bit and starting to giggle to himself, causing Jag to twist his head around and look at Wings and then down at his pants.
"What's so funny?"
"When were you planning to put a hole in the pants for your tail?"
"What?!"
Jag twists his waist a bit, grabbing the pants and looking them over, finding that there was no place that his tail could go through. He growls some at the pants and slowly lowers his paw down to the pants, unsheathing one of his claws and running it across the fabric, making a slice in the pants. Jag then starts to lift the pants up once more, threading is tail through and hole and pulling them all the way on. He then sticks his hands in the air and smiles as Wings.
"Success!"
"Hooray! Now hurry up and get the rest of the costume on. That party isn't going to wait for the two of us just because one feline was having trouble getting some pants on."
"Well after the drama of the pants maybe I don't want to go anymore. Maybe I just want to have a nice evening here in my home and watch horror movies all night...."
"...Or maybe you can end up in my belly and I'll just take you to the party in that position. I'm sure everyone will enjoy that..."
Wings quickly sets the fangs down on the nearby dresser and runs forward, leaping into the air and bowling into Jag, knocking the two of them onto the bed. Wings leans his muzzle down to Jag's face and sniffs him a few times, letting his tongue hang out for a few moments before licking his cheek a few times.
"Kitties are always a delicious treat on Halloween, especially black cats."
"Okay, I'm going to the party. Just get off me so I can change!"
With that Wings licks Jag's nose and rolls off him, getting back to his feet and heading to the door, grabbing his fangs off the dresser and disappearing from view. He only reappears a few seconds later, sticking his head through the door and holding up three of his fingers.
"Three minutes to get all done Jag or your going to be a belly bulge for the rest of your Halloween."
Jag leaps off the bed and slams himself into the door, shutting it as Wings yanks his head away, chuckling to himself as he locks the door. Moving back over to the rest of his costume laying in a pile on the floor, he starts to assemble himself quickly, sticking on a shirt with a few more fake Japanese letters and symbols before tying a couple of red pieces of cloth on his arms and one on his leg. He then uses one long piece as a headband, sticking the trash in his closet before moving back to the door, unlocking it and slowly creeping down the hall towards the living room. Seeing Wings on the couch he quickly takes his opportunity to rush at him, pouncing on him and giving him a lick across his own cheek, the two of them laughing together.
"Kitty Ninja ready for action!"
--
It only took about fifteen minutes to walk down to where the party was taking place. The one throwing the party was an anthro wolf named Troy, a very nice fellow who always loved throwing surprise parties, especially those with twists. He started to plan this Halloween party about a year in advance, telling everyone that he was renting out an old abandoned house and using that as the basis to create something everyone could enjoy. He made sure to send out a load of invitations, inviting everyone who would come and everyone willing to travel just to come to just a grand party. With a year's worth of work put into it, everyone coming was expecting something fantastic, possibly even better. Arriving at the address where the party was to be held, both Jag and Wings stalled on the sidewalk, mouth wide open and blinking at the piece of work in front of them.
The house was mostly covered with a huge black tarp, making sure that everything that was part of the actual house was covered up, concealing it in the black tarp as well as the dark night. A few lights were set up along the pathway and then that is where the real fun began. Troy had spent a year turning this house into what looks to be a huge wolf maw. A huge red tongue was laying out of the maw, right where the pathway ended, inviting the guests to come inside, a huge sign painted up right next to it with an arrow pointing inside. Lining the maw were almost white teeth a few splotches of yellow on them to give the maw a natural wolf feel, almost looking real and glistening with the light around the area. Troy must have turned the heat on to full blast and added a few extra blowing air ducts since it actually appears that the maw was breathing in and out and the smell was something special too. It almost smelled like a real maw, mixed with the natural scent of wolf with what also smells like caramel apples.
The inside walls were incredibly lifelike as well. The texture was just like a real maw, pink and looking very spongy, pulsating a few times with what must have been a couple of air ducts behind some fabric blowing every so often. What was really exceptionally done was the fact that Troy had mixed together some sort of combination using water and slime, getting an almost drool like substance that dripped everywhere in the house, off the walls, off the ridges in the ceiling, which also looked real with the few dark splotches of color to make it look like the roof of a creature's mouth. The drool was even dripping onto some of the guests, who all seem to enjoy it, just for the fact that everything was so real that it could be that enjoyable.
"Man...Troy went all out for this party..."
Jag could do nothing more then nod at Wing's statement as the two of them looked at each other and headed down the pathway, so anxious to get in the maw and actually have some fun in it, hoping that Troy would be around someplace so that they could actually thank him in person for making such a wonderful creation and to congratulate him on an awesome party. Stepping up onto the tongue, it had even been given a dousing with the drool like substance, actually feeling wet and slipper on their feet, which made both of them enjoy the fact that they didn't wear a costume that required the use of any kind of shoe. The inside of the maw was lit only a bit, a few paper lights hung on string around the teeth, giving just enough light to make it look even wetter then it actually was. Another neat thing that caught everyone's attention was the fact that the three tables in the "maw" for the party were made of large sugar cubes, chips, candy and some soda bottles ready to be used by the guests. A medium sized boom box sat on the back table, playing a CD filled with songs already on it and loud enough to let everyone already in the "maw" hear it loud and clear, even letting it echo a little bit. Heading over to one of the tables, Jag looks it over, picking a piece off the corner and sticking it in his mouth, nodding to confirm that it was sugar.
"Wow, everything is so well done. It must have cost Troy a fortune to get all of this together."
"Yeah, now I'm going to feel a little bad that he didn't even want anything like a donation to come to the party."
"Well that's his fault really Jag. Although I'll gladly give up some money if he asks for it."
Nodding in agreement Jag and Wings start to have a look around the party room, talking with a few people who also agree with them that this was one of the most well done gags that they have seen. They also wanted to know if either of them had seen Troy yet. Shaking their heads they head on to the next group of people around the area, stopping to chat with them for a little bit as a few furres dance in the middle of the maw to the music, others talking in groups and a few raiding the candy on the tables and snacking on that for awhile.
About a half hour after the two of them had gotten there, it appears that everyone who was showing up did, since there hadn't been a guest coming into the "maw" or staring at it from the outside for some time. Jag kept looking over at the entrance of the "maw" and it sort of looks as it was shivering some, like it was having trouble being kept open. Chuckling some, he points it out to Wings who gets a laugh out of it as well. Every so often as well there was a slight audible gulp that echoes out in the room and every time it ended everyone would clap a bit, the back of the house nothing more then a huge slope that looked as through there was no stairs leading downwards and ripples every so often. The gulp came from that direction every five or so minutes and several furres gather to the back of the maw just to stare at the rippling throat when it "swallows." That throat area was also the place to head downstairs and go to the bathroom, a sign propped up near one of the teeth pointing downwards and saying "Bathroom" with a small smiley face next to it and another word underneath saying "Also Enjoy."
An hour into the party Jag couldn't help but keep an eye on the front of the maw as it lowered every so often, before quickly snapping back open. While it might have given him something to bug out about, it didn't really phase him in the fact that Troy must have set that up to do that as well, simulating a real tired maw if its open for too long. Both Wings and Jag head over to one of the snack tables that appear to have gotten a bit lower with whatever was eating away at it, most likely whatever was in the "drool" like substance. A group of furres set up a bobbing for apples bucket, each taking turns and trying to snag one of the large apples floating in the water. The two of them watch as one person heads to the bathroom, looking down over the edge of the maw before taking a step and disappearing out of view, a small audible gulp filling the room and making the cheeks of the "maw" ripple a bit, a wave of applauding following.
"Been over an hour and I've not really seen Troy at all."
"I know Wings, although he could be dressed up as any one of the guests."
"Speaking of which, no ones really left the party at all."
"Very true, most are waiting for Troy to show himself."
"Well then why does it seem like there is a lot less people around here then before?"
Looking around the area Jag blinks several times, tilting his head a bit and nodding to Wings.
"You are right. I don't really see a few people that I know haven't let. Although a few of them did say that they were going to the bathroom and I guess they didn't really come back..."
Both Wings and Jag look at each other, staring into one another's eyes before slowly creeping towards the front entrance of the "maw." They get about halfway to it before there is a rumble underneath then, a lurching feeling as if something is moving them upwards. Looking out in front of them the ground slowly disappears out of view and everyone inside the maw can look out over the rooftops of the nearby houses in the area. Soon enough the maw closes around everyone, the teeth clicking shut with each other and the lights that were hung up being cut down, rolling along the tongue of the maw. There is a very loud murr suddenly that everyone can hear, the tongue moving up and down some and causing everyone to slip and fall forward, the maw sucking on all the tasty little furres still inside of it, getting their flavors as well as the flavors of those having already been given their swallow.
The tables built of sugar, slide to the back of the maw, disappearing down the throat with a very loud glub sound as it echoes through the closed maw. Soon enough everyone is sopping wet with saliva, their costumes and fur soaked as they slip and slide along the tongue, being pressed into the roof of the mouth every so often. Yet there isn't really a panic going on inside the maw. Everyone is either smiling and laughing or silent and truly enjoying their ride. After about twenty minutes into the party it was quite obvious that the maw was actually real and that Troy was actually providing the place to have a party in. The maw was just a quick place to meet and greet before the real party fully began.
There is a sudden pitch as the maw slowly moves upwards and back a bit. Lights, the last of the tables and the rest of the furres inside of the maw slowly moving towards the blackness of the throat, a few very loud "weeees" echo out in the lightly lit maw as everyone piles into the throat where there is one loud and very wet gulp, sending everyone down a very slimy tube. This ride lasts what seems like forever, but as soon as it starts its more then over as the rest of the party guests pass through the stomach entrance, falling a short distance into the soft belly and getting up and moving to the side as everyone else plops inside the belly. Everyone already inside greets the newcomers, the radio still playing music as it slops inside of the belly. Both Wings and Jag slide into the belly, splashing into a shin high puddle of drool in the bottom of the belly as they get up and smile to one another, having had very much fun since the party started and with the belly party now on its way into full swing, everyone was going to have a good time.
Outside of the belly, Troy raises one of his large gray paws to the tarp covering his head, grabbing it and pulling it off. Getting to his knees and then sitting himself down on his rump he smiles as he watches his belly through his fur, the view of a slight bulge every now and then putting a smile on his face. Giving his belly a few pats with a paw he muffles a belch with his other paw, spraying a few droplets of drool on the ground as he swallowed what was left in his maw, licking his lips a few times and murring loudly. Reaching a claw to his teeth he pulls off a piece of string and one last light that was caught there. Setting it on the ground he burps loudly once more, this time letting it go into the air and rumbling his stomach, hearing a few laughs from within. Giving his belly another few pats as the party continues within him, a smile corsses his face.
"Well I hope you all have a nice party since I know I am. Enjoy the rest of your Halloween everyone, cause you're not getting out till its over."
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"Why won't this lousy costume fit?!"
Yelled the anthro black jaguar as he tumbles backwards onto his bed, growling lightly as he tries to pull on a pair of black pants with red and very fake Japanese characters written on the sides. It was part of his Halloween costume, but thus far it wasn't fitting according to his brilliant plan. Growling a few more times as his struggles with the pants worsen, Jag finally gives up, panting lightly as he lays on his back. Staring up at the ceiling he starts to trace out patterns in the few small dots on the roof tiles, before a knock on the door gets his attention. Leaning his head to the side some he stares at the door for a few moments as the knocking continues.
"Who is it?"
"A vampire wanting to suck your blood!"
There is a bit of silence after this until laughing can be heard from the other side of the door, Jag starting up again with trying to get the pants on. Stopping once more he turns his head back to the door, giving another pant or two.
"So who is it really?"
"You know who it is! I've been sitting in your living room for fifteen minutes waiting on you. It shouldn't take you this long to put on a costume with less then four pieces."
The door opens and a large anthro horse pokes his head into the room. Jag gives a little wave to him from the bed and the horse shakes his head, moving over to him. The horse was wearing a black cape, his actually wings tucked back behind the cape as best as they can, still sticking halfway out. A pair of fake vampire fangs is in his hand, covered in saliva as he's taken them out so he can actually talk right. Sitting down on the bed next to Jag he looks him over a few times, shaking his head.
"Could you not be lazy for like half an hour?"
"I'm a cat, Wings. Lazy is what I do best."
The two of them chuckle a bit before Wings stands up, lifting Jag up to his feet and looking at him.
"So what seems to be the problem?"
"These stupid pants that came with the costume don't fit. I've literally been trying to pull them on for ten minutes."
Wings sighs and turns Jag around, looking down his back at the pants and lifting them up a bit and starting to giggle to himself, causing Jag to twist his head around and look at Wings and then down at his pants.
"What's so funny?"
"When were you planning to put a hole in the pants for your tail?"
"What?!"
Jag twists his waist a bit, grabbing the pants and looking them over, finding that there was no place that his tail could go through. He growls some at the pants and slowly lowers his paw down to the pants, unsheathing one of his claws and running it across the fabric, making a slice in the pants. Jag then starts to lift the pants up once more, threading is tail through and hole and pulling them all the way on. He then sticks his hands in the air and smiles as Wings.
"Success!"
"Hooray! Now hurry up and get the rest of the costume on. That party isn't going to wait for the two of us just because one feline was having trouble getting some pants on."
"Well after the drama of the pants maybe I don't want to go anymore. Maybe I just want to have a nice evening here in my home and watch horror movies all night...."
"...Or maybe you can end up in my belly and I'll just take you to the party in that position. I'm sure everyone will enjoy that..."
Wings quickly sets the fangs down on the nearby dresser and runs forward, leaping into the air and bowling into Jag, knocking the two of them onto the bed. Wings leans his muzzle down to Jag's face and sniffs him a few times, letting his tongue hang out for a few moments before licking his cheek a few times.
"Kitties are always a delicious treat on Halloween, especially black cats."
"Okay, I'm going to the party. Just get off me so I can change!"
With that Wings licks Jag's nose and rolls off him, getting back to his feet and heading to the door, grabbing his fangs off the dresser and disappearing from view. He only reappears a few seconds later, sticking his head through the door and holding up three of his fingers.
"Three minutes to get all done Jag or your going to be a belly bulge for the rest of your Halloween."
Jag leaps off the bed and slams himself into the door, shutting it as Wings yanks his head away, chuckling to himself as he locks the door. Moving back over to the rest of his costume laying in a pile on the floor, he starts to assemble himself quickly, sticking on a shirt with a few more fake Japanese letters and symbols before tying a couple of red pieces of cloth on his arms and one on his leg. He then uses one long piece as a headband, sticking the trash in his closet before moving back to the door, unlocking it and slowly creeping down the hall towards the living room. Seeing Wings on the couch he quickly takes his opportunity to rush at him, pouncing on him and giving him a lick across his own cheek, the two of them laughing together.
"Kitty Ninja ready for action!"
--
It only took about fifteen minutes to walk down to where the party was taking place. The one throwing the party was an anthro wolf named Troy, a very nice fellow who always loved throwing surprise parties, especially those with twists. He started to plan this Halloween party about a year in advance, telling everyone that he was renting out an old abandoned house and using that as the basis to create something everyone could enjoy. He made sure to send out a load of invitations, inviting everyone who would come and everyone willing to travel just to come to just a grand party. With a year's worth of work put into it, everyone coming was expecting something fantastic, possibly even better. Arriving at the address where the party was to be held, both Jag and Wings stalled on the sidewalk, mouth wide open and blinking at the piece of work in front of them.
The house was mostly covered with a huge black tarp, making sure that everything that was part of the actual house was covered up, concealing it in the black tarp as well as the dark night. A few lights were set up along the pathway and then that is where the real fun began. Troy had spent a year turning this house into what looks to be a huge wolf maw. A huge red tongue was laying out of the maw, right where the pathway ended, inviting the guests to come inside, a huge sign painted up right next to it with an arrow pointing inside. Lining the maw were almost white teeth a few splotches of yellow on them to give the maw a natural wolf feel, almost looking real and glistening with the light around the area. Troy must have turned the heat on to full blast and added a few extra blowing air ducts since it actually appears that the maw was breathing in and out and the smell was something special too. It almost smelled like a real maw, mixed with the natural scent of wolf with what also smells like caramel apples.
The inside walls were incredibly lifelike as well. The texture was just like a real maw, pink and looking very spongy, pulsating a few times with what must have been a couple of air ducts behind some fabric blowing every so often. What was really exceptionally done was the fact that Troy had mixed together some sort of combination using water and slime, getting an almost drool like substance that dripped everywhere in the house, off the walls, off the ridges in the ceiling, which also looked real with the few dark splotches of color to make it look like the roof of a creature's mouth. The drool was even dripping onto some of the guests, who all seem to enjoy it, just for the fact that everything was so real that it could be that enjoyable.
"Man...Troy went all out for this party..."
Jag could do nothing more then nod at Wing's statement as the two of them looked at each other and headed down the pathway, so anxious to get in the maw and actually have some fun in it, hoping that Troy would be around someplace so that they could actually thank him in person for making such a wonderful creation and to congratulate him on an awesome party. Stepping up onto the tongue, it had even been given a dousing with the drool like substance, actually feeling wet and slipper on their feet, which made both of them enjoy the fact that they didn't wear a costume that required the use of any kind of shoe. The inside of the maw was lit only a bit, a few paper lights hung on string around the teeth, giving just enough light to make it look even wetter then it actually was. Another neat thing that caught everyone's attention was the fact that the three tables in the "maw" for the party were made of large sugar cubes, chips, candy and some soda bottles ready to be used by the guests. A medium sized boom box sat on the back table, playing a CD filled with songs already on it and loud enough to let everyone already in the "maw" hear it loud and clear, even letting it echo a little bit. Heading over to one of the tables, Jag looks it over, picking a piece off the corner and sticking it in his mouth, nodding to confirm that it was sugar.
"Wow, everything is so well done. It must have cost Troy a fortune to get all of this together."
"Yeah, now I'm going to feel a little bad that he didn't even want anything like a donation to come to the party."
"Well that's his fault really Jag. Although I'll gladly give up some money if he asks for it."
Nodding in agreement Jag and Wings start to have a look around the party room, talking with a few people who also agree with them that this was one of the most well done gags that they have seen. They also wanted to know if either of them had seen Troy yet. Shaking their heads they head on to the next group of people around the area, stopping to chat with them for a little bit as a few furres dance in the middle of the maw to the music, others talking in groups and a few raiding the candy on the tables and snacking on that for awhile.
About a half hour after the two of them had gotten there, it appears that everyone who was showing up did, since there hadn't been a guest coming into the "maw" or staring at it from the outside for some time. Jag kept looking over at the entrance of the "maw" and it sort of looks as it was shivering some, like it was having trouble being kept open. Chuckling some, he points it out to Wings who gets a laugh out of it as well. Every so often as well there was a slight audible gulp that echoes out in the room and every time it ended everyone would clap a bit, the back of the house nothing more then a huge slope that looked as through there was no stairs leading downwards and ripples every so often. The gulp came from that direction every five or so minutes and several furres gather to the back of the maw just to stare at the rippling throat when it "swallows." That throat area was also the place to head downstairs and go to the bathroom, a sign propped up near one of the teeth pointing downwards and saying "Bathroom" with a small smiley face next to it and another word underneath saying "Also Enjoy."
An hour into the party Jag couldn't help but keep an eye on the front of the maw as it lowered every so often, before quickly snapping back open. While it might have given him something to bug out about, it didn't really phase him in the fact that Troy must have set that up to do that as well, simulating a real tired maw if its open for too long. Both Wings and Jag head over to one of the snack tables that appear to have gotten a bit lower with whatever was eating away at it, most likely whatever was in the "drool" like substance. A group of furres set up a bobbing for apples bucket, each taking turns and trying to snag one of the large apples floating in the water. The two of them watch as one person heads to the bathroom, looking down over the edge of the maw before taking a step and disappearing out of view, a small audible gulp filling the room and making the cheeks of the "maw" ripple a bit, a wave of applauding following.
"Been over an hour and I've not really seen Troy at all."
"I know Wings, although he could be dressed up as any one of the guests."
"Speaking of which, no ones really left the party at all."
"Very true, most are waiting for Troy to show himself."
"Well then why does it seem like there is a lot less people around here then before?"
Looking around the area Jag blinks several times, tilting his head a bit and nodding to Wings.
"You are right. I don't really see a few people that I know haven't let. Although a few of them did say that they were going to the bathroom and I guess they didn't really come back..."
Both Wings and Jag look at each other, staring into one another's eyes before slowly creeping towards the front entrance of the "maw." They get about halfway to it before there is a rumble underneath then, a lurching feeling as if something is moving them upwards. Looking out in front of them the ground slowly disappears out of view and everyone inside the maw can look out over the rooftops of the nearby houses in the area. Soon enough the maw closes around everyone, the teeth clicking shut with each other and the lights that were hung up being cut down, rolling along the tongue of the maw. There is a very loud murr suddenly that everyone can hear, the tongue moving up and down some and causing everyone to slip and fall forward, the maw sucking on all the tasty little furres still inside of it, getting their flavors as well as the flavors of those having already been given their swallow.
The tables built of sugar, slide to the back of the maw, disappearing down the throat with a very loud glub sound as it echoes through the closed maw. Soon enough everyone is sopping wet with saliva, their costumes and fur soaked as they slip and slide along the tongue, being pressed into the roof of the mouth every so often. Yet there isn't really a panic going on inside the maw. Everyone is either smiling and laughing or silent and truly enjoying their ride. After about twenty minutes into the party it was quite obvious that the maw was actually real and that Troy was actually providing the place to have a party in. The maw was just a quick place to meet and greet before the real party fully began.
There is a sudden pitch as the maw slowly moves upwards and back a bit. Lights, the last of the tables and the rest of the furres inside of the maw slowly moving towards the blackness of the throat, a few very loud "weeees" echo out in the lightly lit maw as everyone piles into the throat where there is one loud and very wet gulp, sending everyone down a very slimy tube. This ride lasts what seems like forever, but as soon as it starts its more then over as the rest of the party guests pass through the stomach entrance, falling a short distance into the soft belly and getting up and moving to the side as everyone else plops inside the belly. Everyone already inside greets the newcomers, the radio still playing music as it slops inside of the belly. Both Wings and Jag slide into the belly, splashing into a shin high puddle of drool in the bottom of the belly as they get up and smile to one another, having had very much fun since the party started and with the belly party now on its way into full swing, everyone was going to have a good time.
Outside of the belly, Troy raises one of his large gray paws to the tarp covering his head, grabbing it and pulling it off. Getting to his knees and then sitting himself down on his rump he smiles as he watches his belly through his fur, the view of a slight bulge every now and then putting a smile on his face. Giving his belly a few pats with a paw he muffles a belch with his other paw, spraying a few droplets of drool on the ground as he swallowed what was left in his maw, licking his lips a few times and murring loudly. Reaching a claw to his teeth he pulls off a piece of string and one last light that was caught there. Setting it on the ground he burps loudly once more, this time letting it go into the air and rumbling his stomach, hearing a few laughs from within. Giving his belly another few pats as the party continues within him, a smile corsses his face.
"Well I hope you all have a nice party since I know I am. Enjoy the rest of your Halloween everyone, cause you're not getting out till its over."
A very old story! Classic jaguar story from like 10+ years ago! Posting this because I've got a brand new sequel that I did for someone earlier in the year and you gotta know about this story to have that one make more sense, duh!
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