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So... about the halloween party I went to?
15 years ago
General
It was fun, but not $40 fun for me at least, or my other friends after discussing it with them afterwards.
It started off really slow, and kinda boring as they were funnelling us all into the main side-wing of Union Station which had all the exits out of there guarded/blocked off, so it looked... unimpressive at first glance. REALLY unimpressive, as even then the audio was ugly and over-loud due to the horrible acoustics in the room. You couldn't tell what song they were playing, it might as well have been a drum-machine they were fiddling with a loop-track on.
I'm glad I was wearing my fursuit head. It offered me around 3-9db of directional muffling (little forward, LOTS rearwards), which I was very thankful for. It gave me a wonderful escape-bubble from the crush of people by being one of maybe 3-4 people in the whole place that could stand inside of a meter of the speaker-stacks.
Once there was a good thousand people in there though it was improved, but you could never hear what songs they were playing anywhere in the room except in a parallelogram space that became the dance floor. So everyone was crushing (quite literally) into that one smallish zone in front of (and on) the main stage. It was like an acoustic force-field, and watching that occur was quite entertaining.
As for the music, they were playing good songs honestly! I was enjoying the songs when I could.
The one odd gotcha: Everything inside was free, except the hamburgers and hot-dogs. And whatever they were using to cook them with (some kind of camp-stove candle setup) was letting off fumes that gave me real shortness of breath, low blood pressure, elevated temperature, etc. I'm used to having the bass at a dance knock the wind out of me and having to take a break, but when laying on my back on a concrete-slab floor with my head and hands off, partially unzipped for 10 minutes doesn't let me get my breath back? Ugh... I know what asthma feels like now.
Please don't think I didn't enjoy myself, I did. The people there loved me, though I got some rather crude propositions and requests for photo ops I did turn down most folks on the actual dance-floor area were absolute sweethearts. Guys would do all manner of fist-tapping combinations with me and shoot video, and I've never had so many gals drag me around by my arm to get photos taken. Apparently little-red-riding-hood was a popular costume, but a lot of them couldn't find anyone willing or able to play their big-bad-wolf. *laughs*
First odd-point of the night:
Guy: "Hey, what are you? You're not just a werewolf, are you? C'mere, I wanna get a good look..."
Me: "Were-hyena. Brown hyena." (I had to be brief most of the night and kinda shout... my multi-db muffling worked both ways.)
Guy: "Wait... the arm stripes! I just did a research paper on hyena's... aren't these from the southern part of Africa? Only ones not endangered?"
Me: "YAY! SOMEONE RECOGNIZED ME!" *TACKLEGLOMPED*
Guy's Friend: *cackles as he watches on*
Second (and largest) odd-point of the night:
I wandered by the main stage, waved to someone... and suddenly had that arm grabbed and was yanked up onstage by them. *YOINK* Hyena on stage... =O.o= Surrounded by people, and I glance around and realize I'm at least six inches above everyone else on stage, even the main DJ, so I'm not the main sight on stage especially once you count my ears sticking up higher and my UV-reactive shirt I'm wearing. (I'm surprised so few people wore UV-reactive stuff with all the UV lights they had going.)
And the DJ starts playing I Got A Feeling.
So I start dancing. One arm goes around someone I'd been talking with off-and-on at the party for balance, other arm goes up in the air to set a pace... and suddenly I see most of the floor seem to spot me and start dancing in time to my arm. It was... kinda creepy. But yes, kinda like that too.
That lasted for about 10 minutes with various folks dancing with me on-stage, until I suddenly had a black lady (and I mean DARK skinned... and it wasn't paint or anything, I saw her out in the main hallway away from the fancy lighting later) in a rich gold tube-top style dress. Came up so the chin of my fursuit was above her head, and she started dancing with me. It was noteworthy because while every other gal was happy to let me keep my paws on one shoulder and an opposite hip and set a leisurely pace... this gal was out for blood, so to speak. >.>
I've never before then felt someone dance so aggressively and openly flaunting their sexuality before, and I've been to BDSM parties and events in the past. She grabbed my paws, one goes on her boob, under it in a way there's no way to hide she wanted the touch, the other right across her stomach/waist, per hands on top of mine, and she pressed back against me hard enough I had to spend all my thought keeping from falling over.
And then we started dancing.
I can't even describe how we danced, it was like I was a puppet to her motions and she knew how to guide masterfully. It was... a memory I'll never forget, but even not being in a distinct relationship right now I somehow felt like I was cheating. That went on for a'while until it turns out between the two of us making such a spectacle on stage and setting such a tempo we were apparently bouncing the fog-machines around enough they were glitching. It took a good minute-plus to extricate myself from the gal and clamber off stage, I'd just totally lost track of what was going on beyond keeping upright and keeping up with the gal that had wrapped me around her.
Third and final odd-point of the night, to show some of the crude offers I had to deal with:
As I'm leaving the dance-area to get some air:
Guy #1: "Hey, c'mere, we want a photo!"
Gals (2): "Yeah, kneel down here in front of us! Come get some, doggy!"
Yes... they wanted photos with my muzzle stuffed up under their dresses/skirts, and them sitting on the edge of a table. I'm proud to say I avoided that entirely, and was polite about it by simply begging off that I needed fresh air and would be back. I did actually come back, since I gave my word I would come back once I had caught my breath, but they'd gotten bored of waiting and moved on by then.
So... a lot of memories gained, and some new insights in things I'd just never had a chance to experience before... but I don't think I'd go back without a proper date/partner to go with me next year. Definitely wouldn't risk going solo in a fullsuit, and I'm very glad I had someone with me that night as a tag-along spotter.
Terror at the Train Station
It started off really slow, and kinda boring as they were funnelling us all into the main side-wing of Union Station which had all the exits out of there guarded/blocked off, so it looked... unimpressive at first glance. REALLY unimpressive, as even then the audio was ugly and over-loud due to the horrible acoustics in the room. You couldn't tell what song they were playing, it might as well have been a drum-machine they were fiddling with a loop-track on.
I'm glad I was wearing my fursuit head. It offered me around 3-9db of directional muffling (little forward, LOTS rearwards), which I was very thankful for. It gave me a wonderful escape-bubble from the crush of people by being one of maybe 3-4 people in the whole place that could stand inside of a meter of the speaker-stacks.
Once there was a good thousand people in there though it was improved, but you could never hear what songs they were playing anywhere in the room except in a parallelogram space that became the dance floor. So everyone was crushing (quite literally) into that one smallish zone in front of (and on) the main stage. It was like an acoustic force-field, and watching that occur was quite entertaining.
As for the music, they were playing good songs honestly! I was enjoying the songs when I could.
The one odd gotcha: Everything inside was free, except the hamburgers and hot-dogs. And whatever they were using to cook them with (some kind of camp-stove candle setup) was letting off fumes that gave me real shortness of breath, low blood pressure, elevated temperature, etc. I'm used to having the bass at a dance knock the wind out of me and having to take a break, but when laying on my back on a concrete-slab floor with my head and hands off, partially unzipped for 10 minutes doesn't let me get my breath back? Ugh... I know what asthma feels like now.
Please don't think I didn't enjoy myself, I did. The people there loved me, though I got some rather crude propositions and requests for photo ops I did turn down most folks on the actual dance-floor area were absolute sweethearts. Guys would do all manner of fist-tapping combinations with me and shoot video, and I've never had so many gals drag me around by my arm to get photos taken. Apparently little-red-riding-hood was a popular costume, but a lot of them couldn't find anyone willing or able to play their big-bad-wolf. *laughs*
First odd-point of the night:
Guy: "Hey, what are you? You're not just a werewolf, are you? C'mere, I wanna get a good look..."
Me: "Were-hyena. Brown hyena." (I had to be brief most of the night and kinda shout... my multi-db muffling worked both ways.)
Guy: "Wait... the arm stripes! I just did a research paper on hyena's... aren't these from the southern part of Africa? Only ones not endangered?"
Me: "YAY! SOMEONE RECOGNIZED ME!" *TACKLEGLOMPED*
Guy's Friend: *cackles as he watches on*
Second (and largest) odd-point of the night:
I wandered by the main stage, waved to someone... and suddenly had that arm grabbed and was yanked up onstage by them. *YOINK* Hyena on stage... =O.o= Surrounded by people, and I glance around and realize I'm at least six inches above everyone else on stage, even the main DJ, so I'm not the main sight on stage especially once you count my ears sticking up higher and my UV-reactive shirt I'm wearing. (I'm surprised so few people wore UV-reactive stuff with all the UV lights they had going.)
And the DJ starts playing I Got A Feeling.
So I start dancing. One arm goes around someone I'd been talking with off-and-on at the party for balance, other arm goes up in the air to set a pace... and suddenly I see most of the floor seem to spot me and start dancing in time to my arm. It was... kinda creepy. But yes, kinda like that too.
That lasted for about 10 minutes with various folks dancing with me on-stage, until I suddenly had a black lady (and I mean DARK skinned... and it wasn't paint or anything, I saw her out in the main hallway away from the fancy lighting later) in a rich gold tube-top style dress. Came up so the chin of my fursuit was above her head, and she started dancing with me. It was noteworthy because while every other gal was happy to let me keep my paws on one shoulder and an opposite hip and set a leisurely pace... this gal was out for blood, so to speak. >.>
I've never before then felt someone dance so aggressively and openly flaunting their sexuality before, and I've been to BDSM parties and events in the past. She grabbed my paws, one goes on her boob, under it in a way there's no way to hide she wanted the touch, the other right across her stomach/waist, per hands on top of mine, and she pressed back against me hard enough I had to spend all my thought keeping from falling over.
And then we started dancing.
I can't even describe how we danced, it was like I was a puppet to her motions and she knew how to guide masterfully. It was... a memory I'll never forget, but even not being in a distinct relationship right now I somehow felt like I was cheating. That went on for a'while until it turns out between the two of us making such a spectacle on stage and setting such a tempo we were apparently bouncing the fog-machines around enough they were glitching. It took a good minute-plus to extricate myself from the gal and clamber off stage, I'd just totally lost track of what was going on beyond keeping upright and keeping up with the gal that had wrapped me around her.
Third and final odd-point of the night, to show some of the crude offers I had to deal with:
As I'm leaving the dance-area to get some air:
Guy #1: "Hey, c'mere, we want a photo!"
Gals (2): "Yeah, kneel down here in front of us! Come get some, doggy!"
Yes... they wanted photos with my muzzle stuffed up under their dresses/skirts, and them sitting on the edge of a table. I'm proud to say I avoided that entirely, and was polite about it by simply begging off that I needed fresh air and would be back. I did actually come back, since I gave my word I would come back once I had caught my breath, but they'd gotten bored of waiting and moved on by then.
So... a lot of memories gained, and some new insights in things I'd just never had a chance to experience before... but I don't think I'd go back without a proper date/partner to go with me next year. Definitely wouldn't risk going solo in a fullsuit, and I'm very glad I had someone with me that night as a tag-along spotter.
Terror at the Train Station
WolfWings
~wolfwings
OP
That's a bit of a gift I have... I just appear, then vanish again. And I seem nearly immune to photographs. XD
