{{Okay folks. All of our Earth 1 Moon Lake threads: Andersons, Jenkins, and Tad have made it to Halloween, 2015; but only Tad has actually reached that night. While both are in that morning, Andersons is currently dealing with the aftermath of the Harper-Jenkins wedding at this point, while this story deals with a different group of Jenkins.—tmw.}}
Harold Jenkins and his fiance Virginia McCoy have been in the bedroom of his house, debating Halloween costumes for tonight. They finally decided upon togas to go with their weretiger fursonas.
While Harold had a great time fitting Virginia with hers, somehow managing to keep from ravishing the beautiful woman right then and there, Virginia will have no problems expressing how she feels about him...
“There is a contest at this party,” Harold said, looking at Virginia.
“Of course,” Virginia replied, while sitting down in a nearby chair. "While its mostly for the students, on occasions us chaperones who dress up get dragged into 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."
The old Harold Jenkins would have blushed at such a request. But since joining were society, the new Harold didn't think twice about undoing his jeans and letting them fall to the floor with his boxers.
"MMM.... nice," said Virginia in the tigress version of a seductive purr, as she reached out to caress his rapidly rising penis.
"Wait a minute!" said Harold.
"Huh?" replied Virginia, even as she was starting to move her head closer to the tip of the object she was about to orally enjoy.
"You said candy?" he asked.
"What? Oh. Yeah. The school can't really afford to give out great prizes like trophies, because we want to avoid anything that might indicate that weres exist."
"I get that. But where does the candy come from?"
"It... DECRUX!" said Virginia, realizing what Harold was getting at. "But she wouldn't, would she?"
"I've been warned that she might still go after Mel, let alone might still attempt to get back at me, and what better way for someone to hurt me than to hurt either her or you?" pointed out Harold.
"But I certainly can take care of myself and... my future step-daughter is still a normal right now," said Virginia. "Yet still, trying something that way, Decrux couldn't be sure that Mel was the only one who fell into that trap."
"Would it matter to her?" asked Harold in return. "Just imagine a whole gym full of horny party goers, and if you didn't know what happens in the woods after the dance, you wouldn't of warned Mel not to go out there," he pointed out.
"So, what do we do?"
"Call the police and suggest that they make sure none of Decrux's candy is at the dance tonight," said Harold, pulling away from Virginia, who has still been holding his penis the whole time.
He picked up the phone and started making the phone call, but Virginia couldn't help noticing that as he did this, Harold sat on the edge of his bed and started taking his socks off.
"Afterward, we'll pick up where we left off just now," he added with a smile, while assuming his weretiger fursona.
Virginia simply smiled back, licking her lips in anticipation even as she shucked off her toga and started going furry herself.
MEANWHILE...
Alice Decrux was doing a brisk business in the hours before dark that Halloween. It wasn't quite as busy as she hoped, but her store would still turn a profit today.
But there was one thought nagging the back of her mind.
Wait a minute. Even if my candy trick works, maybe I should make sure I get rid of the rest of the evidence against me. I can always make more Love Potion #9, even improve the formula, but if there's nothing to tie me to any future accusations...
During a brief respite between customers, Decrux went to her kitchen and looked inside a certain fridge. I still have half a gallon of the stuff. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.
She thought about just pouring it down the sink anyway, but then got a better idea.
I know! I'll spike the punch at the dance tonight! So even if McCoy and the Jenkins avoid my laced candies, I'll still get my revenge on them and that brat of his will become a were tonight whether she wants to or not!
AT THE TYSON FARM...
"Whenever you're finished, we can go upstairs to the attic and start looking over the Tyson family collection of Halloween costumes Mel," suggested Trevor, her fledgling boyfriend, as he finished his milk.
"Sure," agreed Melissa, as she ate the last bite of the chocolate chip cookies Trevor's mother served for desert.