This choice: They wait until before the party. • Go Back...Chapter #5The evening mare. by: Ëtalfni   Soon after wrapping up the costume for them, Babbingtree waved good bye to the couple as they returned home. As they disappeared out of sight, he stroked his white bread in thought.
"I wonder," He mumbled to himself. "I wonder what part of the horse each of them will choose...That costume acts in such mysterious ways..."
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A week had passed in the newly bought house of Jon and Sarah. Halloween was tomorrow and while the children would be busy gathering as much candy as humanly possible, the parents would be doing their best to work off their hangovers from the adult costume parties they attended. Jon was sitting on the couch watching TV while Sarah was busy doing her hair in the bathroom.
"Honey," He yelled to her. "We're going to be late! The party starts in an hour and we haven't even tried on the costume yet to make sure it fits!"
Sarah rolled her eyes. "That's because you've been too busy golfing all week," She thought to herself.
"Where is the thing anyway?" Asked Jon as he stretched on the couch.
"Right where you left it last week, buried under the stack of newspapers on the kitchen table!"
"What's her problem...," He muttered and he made his way to the horse costume.
He pulled it from it's tomb of last week's news and held it up to see. Despite having not seen the light of day for a week, it still seemed very clean and soft. He stared into the black horse eyes of the mask, it almost was like he was holding a real horse's head. Sarah came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head.
"Dibs on the head part." Jon said with a smile.
"Yes dear, whatever you want."
"I don't know why you did your hair if it's just going to get messed up inside of here...You want to go in first? I think the person in the back is supposed to enter the suit before the one in the front does."
The costume had come in one of those clear bags, this one was larger than usual so it would hold all the pieces of the horse. The first thing to put on was the pair of hooves meant for the back legs. They looked almost like a pair of fuzzy brown stockings. Jon handed them to Sarah as she removed her pink bath slippers. She sat down and slowly put the first one on. It seemed to fit snugly on her, considering she put it on in no time flat. She motioned for the other one and put that one on very quickly too. She stood up and had to balance herself on the couch's arm. With the horse legs disappearing up her bathrobe she looked almost like a Satyr from Greek legends.
"Looking good...," Jon said while blushing slightly. "What's it like? Are they comfortable?"
"It's...a little like walking in high heels." She responded as she took several baby steps forward. "These are so fuzzy and comfy though...I might even wear them to bed."
Jon laughed and took up his own pair of horse legs to wear. He kicked his shoes off into the wall, much to his disapproving wife's dismay, and slowly began to put them on. Unlike Sarah, who's legs were small and delicate, Jon had large clown feet and muscular legs. This of course meant he had a much more difficult time putting on the horse stockings, so much so that Sarah had to come over to give him a hand before he hurt himself. Eventually he too was sporting two satyr like legs and was wobbling around the living room.
"These are pretty cool!" He tried wiggling his toes but found them to be wedged between the leg and hoof of the costume. "What part do we put on next?"
"According to the bag...It's the body then the head."
The body was like a large brown bag with three holes in it. One for the head of the horse, and two for the bodies of the wearers. This of course meant Sarah would have to bend over slightly while Jon got to stand upright. Jon entered his hole first, it was very hot and muggy inside the suit but it was also soft and furry like a real horse. He rested the body of the costume on his shoulders while he put his hands to the side to make the costume look convincing. Sarah entered next, she squirmed her way inside the small opening as the hole went up to her horse legs. When Jon looked back she had completely disappeared into the suit. He tapped where she would be only to feel a small slap on his butt.
"Ow...Honey, are you okay in there?"
"Mmmf Mmmf! (Yeah fine!)" She mumbled in reply.
"Can you breathe alright in there? I mean we're going to be like this all night."
"Mmf mmff! Mff Mf Mmmf Mmmme! (Don't worry! I'll be fine honey!)"
He shrugged and reached for the horse mask. It almost looked like someone had decapitated a poor stallion for the costume's head. Jon brought the opening to his nose and smelled inside.
"Hmm...," He expected it to smell like musky sweat. "Odd...smells just like oats and hay. Well here goes nothing."
He pulled the horse head over his own. His vision blacked out slightly until he found the eye holes. He saw a brown and white snout in front of his face and laughed. He turned to face the mirror to see what they looked like. The reflection was that of a very convincing horse.
"Dear you should see this...I mean, wow. We look great! Just like a-"
Jon felt weird all of a sudden. Like someone had turned up the heat in the room. Sarah seemed to feel it as well and wobbling in the back of the suit. Jon tried to reach up and pull the mask off to get some air, but he found that his arms wouldn't respond. He felt really sticky, like he was melting within the costume. Sweat trickled all over his body as he shuffled in place in an attempt to circulate air. Nothing seemed to cool him down, it felt like his arms were caught in the suit. Suddenly, something very hot poked him in the back.
"Ow! Dear is that you?!"
There was no reply from his wife as whatever it was covered his whole back like hot wax. His whole body was seething in heat but he couldn't lift a finger to take the suit off. It felt like his whole body was melting! Oddly enough though, while he couldn't move his arms at all he could move his legs much better. Balancing became easier as well. Jon decided that whatever was happening, he needed to find help quickly! He took a step forward, thinking he would have to drag his wife to the door, but was surprised when the back legs of the costume moved with the front legs.
"What the-?!" He yelled.
He would have turned around to see what was happening back there, but a sharp pain in the front of his face caused him to double over. It felt like his nose was on fire and melting away. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was the feeling that his nose was stretching out to fill the snout of the mask.
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30 minutes after Jon and Sarah donned the suit, there was a full grown brown and white mare lying in the middle of their living room unconscious. A knock on the door awoken it from its slumber. The person who was physically in control of the horse's movements was...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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