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The Mask

“How about this one?” Ari asked, his Boston accent echoing in the glossy, plastic, Scooby mask. “You rant to rag me Raggy?”

“Oh my god, STOP!” Amoreena had to put a hand over her mouth to stop from busting a gut. She practically slapped the mask off her husband as she stifled her laughter, revealing Ari’s tawny skin and goofy grin.

“Oh come on, you could be Velma,” Ari chuckled. “I think you’d be really cute wearing a skirt.” Ari bit his lip and bounced his eyebrows at his girl

“I bet you would like that,” she rolled her eyes, sticking her hands into her jacket. “Maybe for your birthday.”

“You promise?” Ari came up behind his girl and slinked his hands into her jacket pockets, finding her hands and tenderly brushing them with his thumbs. He had to bend over a little to do so, but then his crotch was right in line with his girl’s denim clad, sculpted ass.

“I swear, Halloween brings out the horn dog in you,” Amoreena chuckled, as she scanned the wall of adult sized costumes.

“What can I say,” Ari smiled, kissing the crown of his girl’s head, the smell of her citrus and floral shampoo filling his senses. “Imagining you in all these costumes really does turn me on.”

“I mean, I’m all for letting your freak flag fly, but I can’t imagine wearing half of these,” Amoreena pulled her hands free from her pockets to pick up a costume pack for a slutty nurse. “I mean, wouldn’t your abuela skin you alive on two fronts for having me wear this. One, because I’d be showing my white devil skin, and two, because she could stitch something up faster for a quarter the cost and out of higher quality material?”

“Well, that’d be hard for her to do from beyond the grave, but I feel her glaring down at me right now just for thinking about it.” Ari huffed, pulling his hands out of his girl’s hoody and standing up, his broad shoulders squaring back. “But I see your point.”

“Yeah, I mean, this much for a costume you wear maybe twice a year?”

“Yeah,” Ari had a sly smirk, grabbing a costume from above Amoreena’s head. “But how can you put a price on looking this good.”

“Ho boy,” Amoreena took the costume. It was a fairy costume with a bubblegum pink wig, a tight fitting top with a tutu that covered nothing and a magic wand. “You really angling for easy access this year huh? How would we make this a couple’s costume?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Ari smirked, grabbing another package. It was a costume for a massive, bulky tooth. “Tooth fairy! I finally get to see you in pink, and I’ll have a cavity we get to fill.”

“Oh really?” Amoreena spun on her sneakers to wrap her arms around Ari’s neck and look up into his eyes. “So, because you’re the one with the hole to fill and I’m the one with the wand, would I be allowed to break out the strap on?”

“Oh,” Ari raised a brow before snatching her costume. “Trade ya!” he emphasized the image of him in a tutu by popping his foot up behind him and giving a sly smile.

“Oh my god! You’re such a fool!” Amoreena couldn’t help but chortle, bending over to grip her abs to try and stem her laughing.

“Only for you, babe,” Ari’s pulled his hands around her abdomen and lifted her up.

“Ari!” Amoreena gave a little squeal. Normally her husband wasn’t so handsy, but his favorite holiday did bring out the goof in him.

“What?” Ari chuckled and kissed her cheek before setting his woman down.

“Okay, for real though,” Amoreena giggled and cleared her throat. “We got to settle on a costume.” She glanced over the wall and found a duo of costumes she pulled off a rack and threw one to Ari.

“A corndog?” Ari cocked a brow.

“Yeah, and I’ll be a taco!” Amoreena put the massive hard shell up against her body.

“There’s my girl!” Ari smirked and hung up the costume and Amoreena did the same. “Half the fun of costume shopping is joking about the crap ones.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Amoreena smiled as she scanned some of the pieces. “Still, let’s get serious and find a costume we can both like.”

“Well, how about this one?” Ari pulled a costume off the shelf for Amoreena. “A female gun slinger and I can be…” Ari glanced around before snagging something off the top shelf. It was a horse mask. “And I can be your stallion.”

“Hmm…” Amoreena was focusing on the cowgirl costume. It wasn’t super slutty, and it actually came with pants. The amount of fringe was cringe worthy, but she lived for the cringe on Halloween. “I don’t think it’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah, I think we have a winner here,” Ari’s voice was muffled as he put the horse mask on. It was black as ink and looked like it was made of latex, but Ari could put it on just fine. “Little tight, but I think it’ll work out.”

“You got a big melon,” Amoreena shrugged before blinking. “What kind of fucking horse is that?”

“I think it’s from that new movie with the spider guy or something,” Ari stood up and did a double bicep pose, the horse mask on full display. The eyes were pure white and vicious looking, like they were nothing but sclera. Dark veins encroached on those eyes as though they were pulsing. The mane was a series of tendrils, snaking into each other and slinking down the back of a muscular neck.

“Oh yeah,” Amoreena nodded, remembering the previews. “Doesn’t look half bad on ya, and this costume would look pretty bad ass with it. Why not.”

“Hells yeah!” Ari punched his fist in the air before taking it to rip the mask off. He tugged…but the mask was stuck. “Uh…I think I fucked up.”

“What do you mean?” Amoreena cocked a brow before sighing. “Did you get it stuck?”

“No…” Ari gripped on the mask and tugged again, pain prickling his skull as he got a fistful of hair. “Just…a little…um…unstuck-challenged.”

“My god,” Amoreena crossed her arms and snickered. “You need help.”

“No, I’ve…unf!” Ari tugged at the mask one more time before dropping his hands defeated. “Maybe…”

“Okay, bend over big guy,” Amoreena set her costume down and went to help her man with the mask, her fingers running along the glossy plastic before finding the hem. She almost missed it. It fit so well with his face it was like it vanished against his skin. She gripped the hem of the mask and started peeling back, the latex gripping him the entire time.

“Damn babe,” Amoreena huffed. “You grab a kid’s mask or something?”

“No…I don’t know,” Ari was feeling a little panicked. “Do we need to cut it off?”

“No…well maybe,” Amoreena kept trying to peel it back, but it would curl back down and stick to his skin. “Well, give me one more sec. I’m going to pull on three, okay?”

“Okay,” Ari got ready.

“One,” Amoreena yanked with all her strength, the mask peeling back and shlucking off her man’s face.

“Shit! That felt like you were waxing my face!” Ari groaned.

“Damn, maybe we shouldn’t get this one,” Amoreena shrugged. “Too bad, the idea of me being your rodeo ring leader sounded kind of hot.”

“Hold up,” Ari smirked, taking the mask. “We don’t need to give up just yet. I could just use some baby powder for the mask and it’ll be all good?”

“You sure about that?” Amoreena cocked a brow.

“Like you said, we’re only going to wear them once, maybe twice, and if we end up cutting it off, well, that’s on me.” Ari then leaned in. “Besides, you cracking some reigns and telling your stallion to go faster sounds hella hot.”

“You dork,” Amoreena punched her husband in the shoulder. Her strongman didn’t even flinch. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“No, I’ll just blame you for not talking me out of it.”

“What can I say,” Amoreena leaned in and gripped Ari’s shirt collar. “I like holding the reigns.”

Ari huffed through his lips like a horse would, eliciting a little scoff from his girl.

“Come on, Seabiscuit,” Amoreena chuckled. “Let’s blow this pop stand.”

“You got it,” Ari stomped his foot like a horse getting ready to take off. Amoreena just rolled her eyes and pulled him along by his hoodie’s drawstrings.

The two got in line at the register with their costumes and Ari paused. Looking outside, the windows were spackled with a sprinkling of rain. The golden leaves falling from the tree outside were smacking against the pane and sticking because of the moisture.

“Hey, you pay for the stuff and I’ll bring the car around,” Ari gently smacked his girl on the shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Gunna go pull the chariot around, Seabiscuit?” Amoreena joked.

“Anything for you babe,” Ari let the joke slide off him as he pulled his hood up to go out in the dreary weather. As Ari left, a gust of cold wind brushed by Amoreena’s ankles and kissed her exposed knees from her ripped jeans. Amoreena wasn’t ever really bothered by the cold, but something about the chill in the air had her feeling a bit uneasy. She got to the counter and frowned at the mask.

“Hey, do you have any horse masks that aren’t so creepy?” She asked.

“Um…I think I have one in the back. Can you wait?” The herding dog behind the counter proposed.

Amoreena paused. Something about the mask made her feel like something was off, but then she shook her head, pulling her beanie out of her sweater pocket and putting it on.

“Nah, forget it, just pack up the mask with the overpriced polyester,” she proceeded to pull her card out of her purse as the clerk rang her up. They both complained about how expensive the costumes had gotten, Amoreena cracking a joke about how the less fabric the more expensive they got.

Though, beneath the counter, in the bright orange plastic that held their price gouging slips of fabric, something moved, gently rustling in the bag. The clerk may have noticed if he were paid enough to care, but he just wrote it off as the rustling of the wind, handing the bag and receipt to the hot tomboy behind the desk and bidding her a splendid spooky season.

Amoreena quickly tossed the clothes in the trunk as she ducked into the car to avoid the icy drizzle, that bag rustling and writhing in the dark.

***

“Hey babe!” Ari called down from the bedroom. “Where’s the horse mask?”

“It’s in the bag,” Amoreena shouted back.

“Huh,” Ari looked in the bright orange bag, moving the cowgirl costume around and only find the receipt. He looked over the slip of paper and confirmed that the mask was purchased. “It’s not in the bag!”

“Seriously?” Amoreena came up the stairs, her flannel shirt swaying around her hips. “It should be right there.” She searched it before dumping it out on the bed and only the cowgirl costume plopped out. “Ugh, do you think the clerk forgot to put it in the bag?”

“Well, before we go on another customer service crusade, let’s check the car first.” Ari smiled at his girl and she rolled her eyes.

“Come on, I can go full blown Karen if I need to. Just because I was wrong that one time doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”

“No, but you made me apologize for you,” Ari kissed his wife on the forehead. “Now, put your Karen energy into looking before you put it into your anger. Okay?”

“Fine!” Amoreena joked. “I’ll do the responsible thing and check for the mask before biting someone’s head off.”

“Thank you,” Ari smiled. “And you know I love the strong, independent woman you can be when they get my order wrong.”

“I know my big strong man likes his burgers without pickles,” she shrugged. “It was in our wedding vows for me to help you out in those situations. I ain’t going to stop now.”

Amoreena left the room and went down stairs, first going to the closet to see if it fell out of the bag when she was hanging her jacket up. She puckered her lips into a sour frown when she couldn’t find it and slipped her feet into her flip flops to check the garage. She normally wouldn’t care so much and just go bare foot, but Ari had just paid to get her a pedicure and she knew how much of a freak her big strong man was for her toes.

She slipped out through the mudroom, and slapped the garage lights on. The exposed walls of the garage showed the wiring and the shelves had their yard equipment all stacked up. Sleds in the little loft at the front of the garage and some of Ari’s father’s hunting decoys he let him keep here. Several dead eyes looked back as she scanned around. A shallow puddle lined the skirt of the garage door, the rain having picked up into a howling storm that whistled through the space between the garage door and the framework.

Amoreena’s flip flops slapped against the floor, the storm outside eerily subdued in the garage. She slipped by the car and went for the trunk to see if the mask fell out on their way home. It was black so it could blend with the upholstery. She opened the trunk, the brake lights glowing red. All she found were some jumpers, a tire iron, and some emergency sweaters. She tossed the clothes around to be sure the mask wasn’t lost amongst them before she gave up, slammed the trunk closed, and turned to make her way back into the home to continue her search.

Then she stepped on something. Her flip flop twisting a bit on the uneven surface. Amoreena blinked and looked down, the mask was slightly under the car as though it had fallen when they took the bag out, only it was on the opposite side from where they came from. She frowned and bent down and picked it up.

“How the hell…” she scowled at the mask. She didn’t remember its muzzle having such a vicious smile, but then again she wasn’t paying that much attention to it before. Something about it made her want to look away, like she was staring down a predator.

“God, you are one ugly SOB,” she remarked as she twisted the mask in her hand to look at a few more of its angles, but then something occurred to her. A devious grin split her lips as she lifted the mask and pulled it over her face. She slinked behind the car and crouched down, knowing Ari would eventually come check on her and she could get the drop on him.

Amoreena had to stifle a giggle as she hid behind the car, biting her cheek to keep her giddy self under control. She looked through the car windows to see the door to the mudroom, waiting for her man to come check on her. She knew she’d have to wait for a bit before Ari would show, but she knew how to commit to a bit.

So she sat there, crouched down, listening to the slow whistles of the wind and the pelting of rain on their siding, the occasional slapping of leaves against the short and stout garage windows. Every moment she did, she could feel her breath getting hotter, the mouth hole of the mask not really ventilating well enough. She could feel her sweat building up along the mask, the way it trickled over her brow and neck. How the hell would Ari be able to stand being in this thing. She was sure he would wimp out and take it off after ten minutes. Hell, she might after just a few minutes of waiting for this bit.

She pursed her lips, sighing, the discomfort of the mask making it all that more unnerving. She thought about giving it up and just going back inside, but her parent’s didn’t raise a quitter.

Instead she suffered, letting her sweat build up, the mask clinging more and more to her face. She felt a bead roll down her neck and she went to go itch it. She felt the bead of sweat, but something was off. She felt up and down her neck and a sudden panic rolled through her heart.

There was no edge to the mask.

Her eyes went wide as she looked into the reflection of the car’s tinted windows. The mask’s grin grew wider, the eyes staring back at her. She was going to scream when the muzzle of that mask collapsed and cut her off. She couldn’t scream, she couldn’t breathe! She clawed at the mask, the living latex thrashing about and sinking deep into her. She felt it slither down her throat, fill her ears, squeeze into the corners of her eyes. She could feel it in her veins like a cold sweat dripping through her, wriggling and writhing in her bones.

Amoreena thrashed and collapsed, trying to make any kind of sound, only for that latex to lash out from her face and grip her arms to her chest. Her head was pounding, her throat felt heavy and thick, her lungs burned for air, but as that latex slipped into her lungs, the cooling drip coated her ribcage and extinguished the flames in her chest. Suddenly, she didn’t need air, she didn’t need to breathe.

“Shhhh…” a voice slithered in her ear like a tongue licking her eardrum. “We want to help you.”

Amoreena wanted to scream, but her mouth wouldn’t obey her, not to mention it was clogged with black ichor. Her veins popped all over her body, going from their reds and blues to inky blacks. Her pale skin was crisscrossed in a web work of black spider webs.

“You’re much too fragile for what we need,” that voice rumbled in both her ears, those tongues making her spine tingle in the worst way. “We need you stronger…”

Amoreena felt pain rip through her spine as it elongated, the pain immediately bleeding away as her other bones cracked and bled with that cool liquid inside of her. Her body shuddered, her hands creeping out of her sleeves, her wrists being exposed, her toes extending, the strap on her flip-flops digging into her foot as it grew wider. Her thighs flexed, the powerful muscles that were already accented by her ripped jeans writhed then flexed out bigger, her calves doing the same. Her shoulder’s broadened as her body continued to expand.

She felt as though her heart shouldn’t be beating, but it was, it was pumping that liquid through her, changing her on a fundamental level. Already, the adrenaline in her blood was subdued by a sudden calm, a strange understanding that this wasn’t a bad thing. Amoreena gave a little gasp, her mouth finally released, her tongue lulling out as a long slithering appendage as her teeth cracked and sharpened. Her nose cracked forward and extended out into the mask. The world became clearer, the mask’s eyes folding over hers like a pair of lenses that made everything so sharp and crisp, even in the dark.

Amorena gave a little hissing moan, her back arching as her chest expanded, her powerful arms flexing hard and tearing open her sleeves, black tendrils of that ichor were beading up over her skin like sweat before encasing her flexing corded muscles. Her hands flexed, her nails growing dark and extending out into vicious claws. Her feet cracked, the strap of her flip flops snapping one at a time as her toes expanded, her feet swelling and her perfect pedicure going black as ink. Her torn jeans ripped further exposing her expanding thighs and powerful calves. She gave a lustful hiss as the black latex wrapped around her form, bleeding over it like some ink that spilled onto her porcelain skin, only to dry and become glossy as it writhed and cracked with her metamorphosis.

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