Dear reader: Things go in the predictable manner and we have our heroes making good on their previous decision. Not much else to say except that I've recently been told I ought to use paragraphs, and I can reveal that in two more sections, I'll post the PDF, which has all these problems that my poor understanding of HTML (would you believe I moonlight as a pro web designer?) cannot fix, like indentation and the abysmal leading you get on these things.

Big Mad Wortag, known as Muscles to his friends and Jane Hayworth to her closest confidants, laughed as Jamina Keria'tur, known as the Posterior to Jane's friends and Mike Falkner to most everyone else, struggled to find a comfortable way to clip a safety belt across her breasts. This was the first time Jamina had ever tried, and she was having a lot of trouble. It was Jamina's turn to giggle, however, as Wortag tried to get his own belt over a pair that were almost totally hidden under the gray fur of his wolf pelt. They had both had additional trouble getting their wolf and fox tails into a decently comfortable position. Wortag was glad that he habitually wore only a short leather vest. The long gown with full fluffy skirt had given Jamina almost as much trouble as her tail when she tried to get into the car.
Victor Falkner, Mike's father, looked at the teens in his backseat. "Are we ready?"
"Ready, Victor," Jane said.
"Yes, dad." Mike added.
They'd decided to spend most of the trip from Mike's house where they'd met to the school with their suit heads off. Jane was taking the opportunity to examine the inside of Jamina's head, looking longingly at the voice changer Victor had built into the neck flap. Mike was using the time to enjoy the last couple of minutes before he put that head on and spent several hours inside of it. He loved being Jamina, just as Jane loved being Wortag and they loved each other, but it was still quite hot, and he could only hope that the mild weather they'd had this late October would convince the school not to turn on the heat that evening.
They were two blocks from Fredrich Von Brussels High School when Jane traded Jamina's head for Wortag's, which had been resting in Mike's lap. "Ready to give those normals a slice of real Halloween, dear boy?" She asked, pulling Wortag's head on and assuming his deeper voice.
"Ready!" Jamina chirped, Mike's voice becoming her soprano as the modulator kicked in.
They took a moment to check each other's neck flaps and make sure everything was tucked in, smooth and tangle free, then exited the car. Victor leaned out of the car window and waved. "Have a good time, now!"
Wortag sighed loudly. "My mother did that Freakazoid bit as well. Parents that grew up in the nineties. You can't do anything with them."
"Have a good time, now!"
"I wish I'd had more time to brush out my fur," Jamina said.
Wortag's smile could be heard in his voice. "So do I. It's always nicer to have someone else brush you out, isn't it?" Jamina grunted contentedly and Wortag continued. "But you look absolutely perfect, vixen dear. Even that mass of fluff you call a tail is free of tangles."
Jamina reached back to hug her big fox tail. "I think it's just right."
"It certainly complements your-"
"Quiet!" Jamina laughed. "We're almost there."
The dance was being held in the school cafeteria, on the opposite side from the entrance. It felt odd walking the halls with so few people in them, and even more so in their fursuits. More than one person on their own way to the dance stared as they passed, and one nearly tripped in surprise. As Wortag and Jamina were nearing the double-doors onto the makeshift dance floor, they saw a black-clad figure who stepped forward to meet them.
"Susan!" Wortag exclaimed as they neared. "I almost didn't recognize you."

"Whereas you and the dear boy are all too easy to spot." Susan replied, pushing an orange beak off of her face with a feather and lycra covered hand.
"I thought you didn't like these sorts of events," Jamina said. "And I think I recall you being against the idea of wearing something like that." She gestured with a paw at Susan's costume.
Susan replied, "I don't and I still am. But then again, the possibility of being able to observe your interaction with the other test subjects - I mean students- wasn't to be passed up. As for the threads," she brushed her black-feathered body and flicked the hard beak, "I figured I should blend in a little. This has the benefit of being difficult to see in a dark dance floor, displays my inner carrion bird and shows solidarity with you two weirdos. You can use all the support you can get."
Wortag replied, "It suits you. Pun intended." Before Susan could say anything, he put a paw around her and Jamina. "And now that I have two such lovelies on my arm, I'm willing to brave the sound and the fury."
Susan ducked out of his grasp and put her beak back on. "The sound's in there, and you'll feel the fury if you do that again. I am but a humble observer of tonight's activities."
Jamina returned Wortag's embrace. "More for me, then."
Both Wortag and Jamina were glad for once that their suit heads muffled sound. In the tradition of local DJs everywhere, the questionable talent Brussels High had hired believed that music got better as it got louder, conversation had no place on the party floor and even though most of the people were in unfamiliar and possibly restrictive clothing that having only strobe lights was a really neat idea. Luckily for the two furries in the crowd, their familiarity with their own attire was enough to mitigate both the poor lighting and the sight issues inherent in their suits. In fact, they found themselves doing quite well despite themselves, and though neither liked dancing much, they were willing to give it their best, both for each other and the reputation of the characters they were that night.
They actually got as many compliments as stares as they bounced and spun to the faster music, and were relaxing in each other's embrace as a slow section started when Wortag looked over Jamina's shoulder and whispered as best he could into her ear. "Fashion club at six o'clock. Twenty yards and closing."
Jamina giggled. "I thought those were banned by the Geneva Convention."
Wortag chuffed a laugh. "Their existence wasn't. Their recruitment drives were. Yup, they're definitely on the warpath and coming our way."
"Susan's spotted them too," Jamina observed, looking over Wortag's shoulder. "She's got her pen out and everything."
The lead girl in the pack that had been approaching reached them and said in a loud voice to another member, "Isn't it sad how some people have to overcompensate to make themselves feel better? We should really set up some counseling or something to help these unfortunate people."
"Yeah. These people need help." The other girl agreed.
"Let me handle this," Wortag said in Jamina's ear. "I've had classes with that vacuum-headed narcissist. I know her limit." He called over to the leader of the Fashion Club, "I know. I mean, look at those costumes you're wearing. Charlie's Angels? You don't look anything like them!"
The girl clenched her fists, but said calmly to one of the others, "Did you hear something?"
"Yeah, Mandy. That wolf said-"
"I know what he said!" Mandy snapped. "Though having a male overgrown pup giving us fashion advice is so absurd that I wanted to make sure I wasn't imagining it."
Jamina held up a paw. "I can confirm what he said, and personally I agree. You look more like the Totally Spies, though perhaps you couldn't pull off spandex."
Mandy was unable to reply with anything more than an incoherent shout, and stalked away followed by the rest of the Fashion Club. Wortag and Jamina returned to the slow dance, both of them giggling.
"That was fun," Jamina said. "If they ever knew who they were talking to-"
Wortag replied, "They haven't got the collective intelligence. And much as I'd love to see their reactions, it'd be more trouble than it's worth. You being a freshman and me being a confirmed recluse will help that. Though Susan's presence may make them suspicious of me, they'd never believe I'd dress up in a frilly skirt and it'd never cross their minds to consider the loudmouthed lupine. And the fact I'd never get a date with someone nearly as buff as I am helps too. Nope," he said with a contented sigh, "they'll be suspecting all the big jocks, but never us."
Jamina allowed herself to be twirled before replying. "I just hope dad's having as much fun as we are. He always liked Halloween, but he has to force mom to do anything." She smiled inside the suit head, "Though I think mom may be more amenable tonight than usual."

At that moment, Victor was handing out candy to appreciative neighbor children. Ten years of consistently high-quality sweets had left the local kids anticipating the "candy cat's" handouts every Halloween. At first, plenty had been intimidated when Saliaven answered the door, but greed had overcome fear, and now the older kids were convincing the younger ones that the six-foot black and white kitty cat was good people.
Modern safety consciousness led to the flow of children slowing down by seven and completely stopping by eight. There were none on the streets when Saliaven stuck his head out for the last time to check, and the dance wasn't over until nine, so he had an hour before his son and Jane were due to return. They'd told him they'd rather walk home and enjoy the cool air, so he wouldn't even have to go pick them up.
Saliaven closed and locked the door, prompting Nora to call, "So you're done for the night?"
Victor pulled off his suit head and shouted back. "Yeah. There shouldn't be anyone else."
"Then can you come in here?" Nora replied from their room.
"Sure." Victor crossed the living room and went down the hall to his and Nora's room. As he entered, he saw a grey-furred figure on the bed with its long-thick claws on its black and white striped head, adjusting it. When the badger saw him, it got up and put its arms around him. "Happy Halloween, Victor." Nora said from inside the badger.
"Nora! I thought you didn't-"
Nora took off her badger head, putting it on the bed, and kissed him. "I definitely prefer the feel of fur on my skin from the other direction, but I think you deserve some fun yourself."
"You didn't have to." Victor replied, though he was obviously enjoying seeing his wife as a badger.
"Of course not, but I wanted to." She ran her paws over her sides. "It's not that bad, actually. I could get to like this." She picked up her badger head and looked into its big brown eyes. "I love these cute little ears."
Victor embraced her from behind. "And the cute little tail."
Nora smiled slowly and turned around. "Of course, badgers tend to play rough," she said, putting the head on.
Victor reached for his Saliaven head and did likewise. "Meow."

Jamina and Wortag spent the last half hour of the dance on the side drinking soda from a pair of long straws they'd brought with them. They were sitting backwards on the chairs they'd found and as she took another long pull from her cup, Jamina made a gesture of wiping her forehead. "This thing will need plenty of cleaning tomorrow."
"Yeah," Wortag agreed, "it's been a really sweaty experience."
Jamina put a paw on one of Wortag's. "But fun."
Wortag turned his paw over to grasp Jamina's. "Plenty."
The dance co-ordinator - also the AP of the English department - began to gently shoo the students off. As Jamina and Wortag passed him on their way out, he said, "You two really livened the place up. I don't suppose I could tempt you into doing the same for our sports games?"
Jamina put a paw behind her head and Wortag was hesitant. "We're not sure," he finally said.
Dr. Latz shrugged. "If you change your minds, come on by."
"We will," Jamina replied.
They said nothing to each other on their way out of the school, but Wortag broke his silence once they reached the sidewalk. "Can you imagine the gall? Actually thinking we'd do anything to help school spirit!" He said in mock indignation.
Jamina giggled behind a russet and white paw. "I don't know, Wortag. I bet we could extract money from them. It never hurts to augment our income."
Wortag scratched his muzzle with a claw. "Well... It is the sort of sycophantic gung-ho nonsense that colleges seem to enjoy reading on applications. And it'll give us a chance to put one over on Fashion Club. Their request to redesign the cheerleaders' uniforms was denied last semester."
"Now I really want to do it!" Jamina laughed.
Susan jogged up behind them. "Shame on you two. You almost lost me. And imagine our beloved Rear Admiral actually suggesting that my friend - an unimpeachable apath - that she should become a partisan of our reviled Brussels. This vixen hasn't been in our midst more than a week and she's already tempted us both from the true path of cynicism and nonparticipation."
Wortag put his arm around Jamina's waist. "And I've never felt so alive."
Susan smiled lopsidedly. "My notes have grown by leaps and bounds, I admit. I guess this piece of tail hasn't been totally bad for us. I shudder to think, however, of what will happen if you decide to go down the path of institutional prostitution. I might actually have to watch basketball!" She shuddered theatrically. "Shocking!"
Wortag reached over to punch Susan on the arm. "Like I'd want you to show up, anyway. If people saw you going to our sports games, my cover would be blown. After all, why else would such a renowned curmudgeon such as our dear Mouth go to a football match?"
Susan returned a quirky smile. "Why indeed?"
Jamina said, "I just thought of something. My parents may appreciate it if I come home a little later than expected."
"Oh?" Wortag asked.
Jamina bowed her head and clasped her hands in a shy gesture. "Well, it's just that I've been helping mom get a suit of her own for tonight. A Halloween gift for my dad."
Susan grinned. "And you think that you ought to give them some extra time to enjoy it."
Jamina nodded and put a paw to the side of her head. "I wish dad had built in a bluetooth earpiece."
Wortag said, "You can hang out at my place. Susan was going to stick around anyway and you can use my phone."
"Thanks," Jamina replied, embracing Wortag.
"Hey, what are boyfriends for?"

"How was the dance, Jane?"
"Really great, mom. I might have a job. I'll tell you tomorrow." Wortag replied.
Jane's mother stifled a laugh. "I'll never get used to that wolf voice of yours. And Susan. You match tonight."
"I thought I'd do as the Romans do tonight, Ms. Hayworth."
Jane's mother smiled softly as her gaze turned to Jamina. "And is that our Mike? Well, this answers a question or three of mine." She winked. "I hope things go well. Too bad your father isn't here, Jane. He'd want to see this."
"Where is dad?"
Mrs. Hayworth said, "He got a call from work. The server went down during the night shift. If it weren't payday for the monthlies, he'd have let it go over the weekend, but since a lot of them need their checks, he decided he had to go in and make sure things went smoothly."
As they went up the stairs to Jane's room, Susan said, "At least she didn't tell us to have a good time again."
As soon as they were in her room, Jane pulled her head off and lay down on the bed, resting the wolf head on her chest and looking into Wortag's eyes. Mike did the same, sitting down with Jamina's head in his lap, her black hair spilling down past his pawed feet. Susan waved her hand across her face and went to the window, opening it. "You two were right. You stink."
Jane pulled her handpaws off, kicked off her footpaws and pulled the zipper on the front of her suit down below her neck. "Thanks for the news flash, Mouth. Put the fan in the window, will you?"
Mike pulled off his own paws, but since his zipper was on the back of his suit, he left it at that. "Please do."
Susan bent down. "I'll put the fan in the window, but I reserve the right not to turn it on."
Jane grabbed her tail and used it to fan her face with Susan downwind. "You were saying?"
"Blackmail!" Susan cried, settling the small rounded fan on the windowsill and turning it on to blow in.
Jane lay back with her eyes closed. "That's better." She kicked a small table next to her bed. "Phone's in the drawer."
Mike got up, putting his head on the chair behind him and bending over to open the drawer. Jane grabbed his tail as it rose behind him. "C'mere, woman!"
Mike slapped her hand gently. "I need to call my folks first. Then we can play."
"Hello!" Susan called. "Best friend still in room."
"That too," Mike laughed. He dialed his house. "Hi, dad. It's Mike. I'm over at Jane's house and I wanted to know how much more time you want."
"So you were in on this." Victor replied on his end. "I don't know. It's a weekend tomorrow, but it's still late." Mike could hear a voice on the other end. "OK. Your mother says one more hour. And thanks from both of us."
"You're welcome!" Mike replied cheerfully. "Bye." He put the phone down and went back to his seat, provoking another snatch at his tail from Jane. "He said I can stay here for an hour."
Susan sat on the floor by the window. "So now what? I know a club nearby we could go to that you could have a ball with. That is, they'll throw a rubber ball and you can watch Jane fetch it."
Jane threw a pillow at Susan. "Shut up! Besides, I'm not getting up until I'm cooled off, and that could take awhile."
Susan threw the pillow back. "You'd be cool a lot faster if you took off all that grey fur."
"Not on your life," Jane replied. She reached under her bed and pulled out a short brush. She pulled some hair off of it and said, "I could brush you out, Mike."
Susan said, "Grooming. Sounds like a 'couples' thing to me."
Mike replied, "I could preen your feathers-"
"No," Susan said, holding up a wing-hand. "I think I'll just give you time like you gave your parents. I could always use the sleep."
Jane got up as Susan did and hugged her. "You're a good friend."
Susan smiled at her. "Too good for you, muscles. Actually, if you want to redeem yourself, you could turn on your webcam and record this grooming session that's about to begin. I'd love the material."
Jane went over to her computer and started her webcam. "Happy?"
Susan winked at the camera. "Very."
When Susan had closed the door, Jane pointed to the bed. "OK, lay down."
Mike got up and put his handpaws on. "Yes, ma'am."
He lay down on his front and Jane sat next to him. She began brushing his shoulders and he closed his eyes. She moved down his back, his tail, his legs and his arms, finally doing a few small strokes on his paws. "You've been pretty quiet," she said as she finished. "I hope you haven't fallen asleep."
Mike rolled over onto his back, sweeping his hand underneath himself to get his tail out of his way. "Nope. Just enjoying myself. I haven't had anyone to do this for me before today."
Jane started brushing his front. "Neither have I, and I'm definitely looking forward to my turn."
Mike closed his eyes again as she brushed out his front fur. "I hope I won't disappoint."
"I'm certain you won't," she replied, moving on to his legs. "OK, now put your head on."
Mike smiled demurely. "Yes, ma'am." Once he'd put his head on again, Jane did a few quick brushes of his face fur and then moved on to the long black hair down his back. When she'd finished, Jamina twisted around and took the brush. "Would you prefer I keep the head on while I brush you?"
Jane swallowed. "No, I don't think so."
Jamina giggled. "Still being tempted?" She pulled the head off. "Well, at least one of us can behave," Mike continued.
Jane lay down on her front. "Less talk, more brush. And don't be afraid to go where I did with you just because I'm a girl."
Mike smiled as he began on her broad shoulders. "I don't think that's a problem."

It was a little after ten when Mike got home. He'd left Jane after finishing brushing her, though she'd insisted on seeing him as far as the door, also putting on her footpaws and leaving her head on, saying that if he was going to go home as Jamina, she could see him off as Wortag. He arrived to find his parents on the couch watching TV with their arms around each other. Apart from the heads, they were both in their suits, and he felt the fur on his mother's for the first time as she rose to hug him after he'd taken his own head and handpaws off. "Thanks for helping me with this. And letting us have some extra time together."
Mike yawned. "You're welcome, mom."
Nora put a paw on his back and pushed him in the direction of the hall. "Get changed, take a bath and go to bed. We can catch up tomorrow."
As Mike walked down the hall, still unconsciously walking like Jamina, Nora returned to the couch and laid her head on Victor's chest. He put his arm around her and she said, "So now we both wear fursuits, and so does our son and his girlfriend."
Victor laughed softly as he kissed the top of his wife's head. "Yeah, but for totally different reasons. I find them fun, you find them sexy, and the kids use them as part of their core identity."
Nora tipped her head to kiss her husband on the mouth. "Oh, I don't find the suits sexy."
"No?"
Nora put a paw on Victor's chest and pushed him down. "Nope. They just make the people I think are sexy even sexier."
"Meow."