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It’s the most wonderful time of the year, which is fall season and Halloween with it, and what better way to celebrate it than with a small ych contest, a Halloween night date with Jean!

Jean is taking you out for a Halloween night. No costume? No worries! Jean being the resourceful creative and campy genius he is, has improvised one for you and him, and it promises to be a spooky wonderful night, and at the top of the festivities he has taken you to his van to rock your ween!

Want to participate? Just write in the comment section a description of the costume that Jean has made for you, it should be fun, silly or cute, and describe how you have spent Halloween night together.

Remember: Jean speaks with a thick French accent, he can be best described as fun, blunt, creative, lovable bully, the kind of guy who teases, licks, bites, pushes, pinches and squashes you with a lot of love.

RULES:

- Contestants must be active patrons.

- I don’t want to stifle your creativity, but lets keep it no too long nor too short, 3-4 paragraphs should be enough.

- Characters must be similar in size to the model, if you don’t have one, the character will be adapted to that size.

- Keep it polite and healthy, let’s have fun with this!

ENTRIES WILL BE JUDGED BY TWO FRIENDS AND ME, WINNER WILL BE CHOSEN IN OCTOBER 31!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE! THANK YOU FOR THE CONSTANT SUPPORT AND LOVE!

//////////////////////////TOMORROW IS THE LAST DAY TO PARTICIPATE!! GOOD LUCK! /////////////////////

                                           AND THE WINNER IS!!!

                                                       RAYGUN!!!!!

                      Thank you all for the support and participation!!!

                                         HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!!!

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Juliet Belcouleur

So, is he like a monster under the bed, or just a totoro-sized ghost ?

Raygun Draygun

“Mon petit loup! Where ees your cahstume?!” The holes cut in a sheet doubling as a ghost were enough to show some genuine consternation on the large hyena’s face. “Dude, I’m like, 25, I’m not wearing one to the party. And I’m not ‘loup’, I’m ‘shiba inu’.” Hearing neither protest, he just clicked his tongue and shook his head at me in disapproval. I felt myself whisked away as he took me by the paw and rushed me to the delivery van he’d converted into his home. He opened the doors and began to dig around in a box. Bent over, I could now see that his “costume” didn’t include any other clothing. I had barely enough time to break my gaze and cover up my growing tent as he turned around and triumphantly held up a red sheet, “Mon petit loup sera le Petit Chaperon Rouge!” He positioned the sheet over my head, produced some scissors to cut earholes, and pinned it under my chin. “I’m… Little Red Riding Hood?” He grinned proudly, “It ees good ahrony for a wolf, no?” My objection was cut off as his gaze was drawn to the noticeable boner in my pants. His grin turned devilish as he whisked me away by the paw again, this time a little roughly onto his bed. Soon, my costume didn’t include any other clothing either, as they were torn up on the floor. As I lay on my back, exposed save for my hooded cloak, Jean rested his hefty weight on me and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips, forcing his huge tongue to wrestle against mine. As I felt his massive growing erection between my legs, I knew we’d be late for the Halloween party. But, this is the kind of “treat” I preferred anyways.

Yoked Coder

A smaller bull stares forward to the large looming shadow of their companion Jean as they dig around the back of their van. Grabbing a random article of clothing, sometimes stopping to think or even sniff before tossing it aside haphazardly with a slight shake of their head. "Okay, I know you told me not to worry about the details but ya made me disrobe earlier saying you had the perfect costume for me but I'm starting to think you just wanted me tease me" The slight shift and wag of their friends rear end and tail, on full presentation as their own costume was made up of only a scant small sheet that did very well to reveal more than less, tells them they might have been on to something "non non, je jure that I have it riiiiight aroouund here~" With a happy jostle they pull back bumping right into the bull behind them. Settling themselves from the sudden light PDA they look up to Jean with an incredibly pleased toothy smile holding up a pair of chaps, a brown leather vest and a cowboy hat. "A cowboy costume... it might be missing a few pieces dontcha think?" The bull says noting the lack of pants for their very much exposed rear or junk. With a small chuckle they pull their smaller bull friend closer as they mutter into their ear, warm breath ticking their cool face "Ahh but I think such a costume est magnifique on mon ami. You just might, comment disent-ils, need 'help' get into the role~" A warm blush not finishes entering their friend before they grab their sides and pull them into the van with them as they not only "help" them get into their costume but learn well their role. It was a long night of that bull riding cowboy with Jean but by the end of it they would happily agree that it too was by far the perfect costume.

Forge Fenyx

In a scramble, Nyx managed to put on the gladiator costume just as Jean's footsteps were heard approaching the door. His heart pounded in his chest, partly from the rush to get ready and partly from the nervous excitement of their Halloween date. The door swung open, revealing Jean in all his Halloween glory, dressed as a flamboyant vampire complete with a cape and fake fangs. “Mon petit cochon, you look absolutely...” Jean paused, his eyes scanning Nyx from head to toe before bursting into laughter, “...adorable!” Nyx’s cheeks flushed red, but he couldn’t help but join in the laughter. Jean had that effect on him, making even embarrassing moments feel fun. Jean playfully ruffled Nyx’s fur, “You know, you’re not actually dressed as a gladiator, right?” Nyx’s eyes widened, “I’m not?” Jean shook his head, his laughter subsiding, “No, you’re my little ‘scottish pig’ for the night!” Nyx blinked, “Scottish pig?” Jean nodded, “Yes, it’s a bit of a joke, you know, because ‘petit cochon’ means little pig in French. But you pull it off so well!” Nyx couldn’t help but smile, feeling a mix of relief and amusement. Maybe he didn’t get the costume quite right, but if Jean liked it, that was all that mattered. They headed out into the night, Jean’s arm wrapped around Nyx, guiding him with a confident ease. The city was alive with the spirit of Halloween, and as they walked, Jean pointed out various costumes and decorations, his commentary filled with his usual blend of wit and playful teasing. Nyx found himself completely entranced, hanging on every word and feeling more alive than he had in a long time. As they navigated through the festivities, Jean’s demeanor shifted subtly, his glances becoming more intimate, his touches lingering. Nyx felt a thrill of anticipation; he could sense that the night was about to take an exciting turn. Finally, they arrived at a secluded spot where Jean had parked his van, decorated with subtle, eerie Halloween embellishments. He turned to Nyx, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ready for some real fun, mon petit cochon?” he asked, his thick French accent sending shivers down Nyx’s spine. Nyx felt his heart race, but he nodded, a mix of nervousness and excitement flooding his senses. He trusted Jean, and he was ready to see where this Halloween adventure would lead them. Jean flashed him a devilish smile, opened the van door, and led Nyx inside, closing the door behind them, enveloping them in a world of their own, ready for whatever fun and mischief the night had in store.

Kemo Cafe

Him dressed as Biff and me as Marty Mcfly "I thought I told you cum, Mcfly!"

PupTree

Congrats!