All Hallows' Eve was always riddled with parties and sugar-laden festivities, making it one of the best times of the year for most people. But, one of the most notorious celebrations of them all was none other than the Stonecreek Castle Ball. Such elegance was seen only once a year as anyone and everyone tried to pile within the warm interior of the castle lobby. Costumes and masks of all shapes and colors lit up the area like a psychotic mural, the chit-chat becoming nearly deafening as the crowd mingled together.

Except, there was one guest who stood apart from the rest. A lone Feox wearing a beautiful red dress that seemed to bathe her in a fire-like aura. She sauntered over to the the nearest food bar, piling up plate after plate with what luxurious treats the castle grounds had to offer.

As the night drew on, the Feox had gotten noticeably larger, her once slender frame now tarnished by a small potbelly. Though, it wasn't like anyone was going to notice her subtle change in size, for the music and reveling only increased the closer midnight crept upon them.

The massive grandfather clock in the center of the room struck 10pm before some unsettling things became clear to the guests. Many of the other partiers had seemingly vanished. And the lone red headed woman in the corner...did she seem...bigger? One could almost swear her belly was visibly shaking like something was inside.

No one had the nerve to approach her, save for a burly-looking ram wearing an ornate gladiator outfit. Every step he took towards the Feox it felt like he was walking towards his end. She HAD become much larger. But the ram shook his head when he noticed the completely demolished layout of food. Of course, he mused to himself, she's just been gorging herself since she arrived! Nothing to be afraid of!

Although he'd never admit it, he had a huge preference for larger girls. The ram had completely let go of any apprehension he once had as his eyes devoured the gorgeous sight in front of him. The fox cat's dress had risen over the top of her ballooning stomach, an audible cacophony of rather pleasant sounds coming from within. And such a beautiful, lively face. He was utterly captivated, so lost in his lust for the Feox that he didn't even notice she was trying to talk to him.

For a while, they stood there and had a pleasant conversation while the gladiator's friends peered at them with inquisitive eyes. Moments after the clock stuck 11:30pm, the Feox took the ram's hand and led him around the corner to the dismay of their onlookers.

Midnight struck at last as the fervor of the party erupted into the energy that had been building up from the start. The ground shook like an earthquake, chandeliers swaying like mad. The entire castle felt as though it was going to crumble under the passion of the partying animals within.

Even with the magnificent scene in front of them, the friends of the gladiator were quite anxious to know where the Feox took him. It had been more than half an hour, too long for their taste.

Moments passed before a lumbering figure passed back through the doorway, albeit having some trouble. Its hips nearly tore the frame off of the wall, having to crouch under and move with the grace of a beached whale.

It was the Feox, but the gladiator was no where to be seen.

The tension amongst the group of friends had reached an all time high. They were all pushing and shoving each other, begging one of them to approach the bloated creature.

"I-I'll do it..." a meek voice called from the back.
Mitilda, the frail little sheep girl.

Her friends simply looked at her like she was already dead an gone. The waved her forward with enthusiasm, but Mitilda could tell they held no hope of her coming back.

Each hesitant step resonated with the grandfather clock, the ticking growing louder and louder in her mind until it was all she could think about. Her primal instincts to flee clouded her entire mind...

"Oh! Watch it, cotton ball!"

Dumbfounded, Mitilda looked around to see that she had fallen over. The impressive bulge of the Feox's tummy sitting mere inches from her face.

"M-my apologies...miss..." the sheep girl could barely speak. She looked back at her friends, the group motioning her to continue with frenzied paw waves.

"Have something to say, my dear~?" the Feox responded with a sickly sweet tone.

"Um...about our friend...the gladiator...?"

"Ah, the ram. He had a bit of an accident and said..." she paused for a second, stifling a large belch, rubbing a paw along the top of her gut. "My apologies! He said he had to leave, so go ahead and enjoy the rest of your party. I'm sure he'll turn up sometime!"

With that, Mitilda nearly sprinted away, the safety and comfort of her friends now beckoning to her.

The Feox, on the other hand, only smiled, once again patting her tummy with a satisfied smile as she held a very ornate gladiator's helm behind her back~

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Ok, guys, shitty story is over! Y'all can go home now -w-
Unedited and written off the top of my head, so I can understand if it's boring and horribly written!

A Halloween-themed picture I commissioned from Puca-Puca

Artwork by puca-puca
Story by yours truly.