“So do you want to dress up for the dance,” Virginia grinning as she drew a finger up Harold’s naked chest. Despite having a quick breakfast earlier and Harold going upstairs to put on some clothes; Virginia felt pulled to follow her were-tiger mate upstairs. Watching him change while she murred and chuckled; still in a robe and in her human form. Watching him put on socks first before slipping on a pair of boxer shorts; Virginia licked her lips as she swore, Harold was giving her a bit of a show. It was after he put on a pair of blue jeans he picked up at the big box store that she walked up to him and asked her question in a seductive manner.
“In or out of our fursona’s,” Harold getting use to the term; he can feel the flush of arousal welling up in him as Virginia pressed closed to him. Running her hands all along his musculature frame; making Harold growl with desire, as Virginia slowly makes her way to the button on his jeans. His body already changed to suit his new youthful look after becoming a were-tiger; his bald spot on his head gone and the sagging belly gone, with a very visible six pack in its place.
“In our fursonas,” Virginia smiling; “that way we won’t have to spend much time changing for the after party fun.”
“After party fun,” Harold stopping Virginia from loosening the pants her just put on; “what do you mean by that?”
“It’s pretty much what we did last night,” Virginia giggling before blowing in Harold’s ear.
“Oh,” Harold chuckling in return; “in that case lets dress up as a couple of Roman citizens.”
“And what does one wear as a citizen of Rome,” Virginia letting Harold go so he can finish getting dressed.
“Togas,” Harold already imaging Virginia wearing a simple white cloth wrapped loosely over her orange and black fur. Eager to rend the garment off of her body after the high school dance and enjoy a spirited chase with her before settling down to a pleasant rut, where ever they stop.
“Now that seems fun to do,” Virginia chuckling; “but aren’t sandals a part of the Roman couture?”
“I may be only a were-tiger for a few short days,” Harold responding; “but sandals on our paws, doesn’t exactly feel comfortable. And as for finding the material we need for our costumes,” Harold giving off a wry look before turning to the bed and deftly pulling off the bed sheets; “we have them here.”
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Meanwhile, Alice Decrux opened up her shop after getting bailed out of jail. While it was a Saturday and Halloween, Alice couldn’t really care less if it would be a busy day sale wise for her. Sure she told her lawyer Mr. Bennett that she was done with Harold and Virginia; yet deep in Alice’s soul, that was far from the truth.
“You two may be stronger then me in a fight,” Alice heading to the back room and grabbing a few items; “but that doesn’t mean your smarter than me.”
Taking the items she grabbed; Alice started mixing the items together.
“My love potion lacing some candy,” Alice musing to herself; “it should make tonight rather interesting.”
While Alice did run a for profit business; she did have a deal with the local school to provide sweets and various handmade confections for the yearly Halloween dance. Already having those made; Alice heads to the fridge that contains the candy she made for the dance and starts lacing it with the love potion she just whipped up. While the hard candy is cold; Alice was confident that no one would smell the potent potion as it has not detectable odor when chilled. This gave Alice a few hours to have the candy transferred from her fridge to the fridges at the high school prior to the dance.
“Oh officer,” Alice giggling as she works on her excuse; “I had no idea these treats for the children got mixed up with the ones I make for some of the adult parties. I always make sure to keep them in separate fridges and clearly marked. I doubt that will work,” Alice pausing; “this might take a while.”
Yet before she could continue to work on her story, the little bell on stores entrance chimes; knowing a person has entered her establishment, Alice heads back to the front to great her first customer. Seeing it’s only a mousey looking woman looking to get some chalk candy for tonight’s tick-or-treaters; helping her with what she was looking for and thanking her for the purchase; Alice gets another idea forming for revenge as the lady leaves.
“Always have a plan B,” Alice grins as she head to the back to whip up some taffy infused with the love potion.
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Back at the Jenkin’s house, Harold and Virginia were completely unaware of what their troublesome neighbor Alice Decrux was up to. The two busy experiment with different bed sheets as they try to figure out how to wrap them around to make convincing togas.
“This is more difficult than I thought,” Harold looking at Virginia as she couldn’t help but laugh.
“We can always cut some holes in the sheets and head to the school as gh-gh-ghooooosts,” Virginia laughing.
“And ruin perfectly good sheets,” Harold sighing; “even though I got the clothing stipend from the college dean after becoming a were-tiger, I used it all for my new wardrobe. I can’t afford new bed sheets at this time. Besides,” Harold perking up; “we got a few hours to figure this out, I can’t I’m not having fun doing this.”
“If not a ghost,” Virginia watching as Harold tries to wrap her up with the bed sheet again; “what about a mummy?”
“Let’s wait until after we are married,”’ Harold eliciting a wry smile; “before you become one.”
“Mummy,” Virginia chuckling; “not mommy.”
“Oh,” Harold’s face turning red with embarrassment; “I don’t think that will work with bed sheets. And besides,” Harold stepping back and smiling; “I think I figured it out. Look in the mirror.”
Virginia turns around to look at the mirror in the bedroom; seeing her wrapped with a bed sheet and held together with a couple of safety pins. With on shoulder cover and the other bare; Virginia couldn’t help but turn around to look at herself in profile as the makeshift garment pools at her feet.
“When we are in our fursona,” Harold looking at Virngia; “the toga shouldn’t pool on the ground and you shouldn’t trip over it as you walk.”
“What about the tail,” Virginia picturing herself in her fursona with a toga.
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Harold making an adjustment with a few pins; “there is a space for it to poke through the sheet and swing freely. How’s that,” Harold finishing the adjustments.
“With an olive wreath over our heads,” Virginia liking the way the bed sheet flows over her without restricting her; “we might win the costume contest.”
“There is a contest at this party,” Harold looking at Virginia.
“Of course,” Virginia sitting down in a nearby chair; “while its mostly for the students, on occasions us chaperones who dress up get dragged in the contest. Prizes mostly consist of gift certificates and extra candy,” Virginia adding; “nothing major.”
“Well then,” Harold grabbing another bed sheet; “care to dress me then?”
"I was waiting for you to say that," Virginia getting up from the chair and grinning; "take your clothes off Harold."