It was two weeks before Halloween.

"It's on a Thursday this year, I have to work the next day, I can't be out all night partying like you ladies." I protested to Meagan.

"Please go out with us? The girls and I want to go as a group costume this year, and we need you if we want to win!" Meagan pouted with those sexy lips she knew I couldn't resist, but I put my foot down.

Two weeks later Meagan was zipping me up into a ridiculous grey mouse costume with an open hood, round ears with pink circles inside, and a long pink tail. The costume's paws were attached to the sleeves for some reason, but at least they were padded and warm. The feet were attached as well, my size 14's straining against the cheap plush costume's hind paws. By curling my toes it was almost bearable. "You owe me." I grumbled.

"I know! I'll pay you back if we win!" Meagan gave me a flirty wink.

"How are we going to win with just a Cat and Mouse couple's costume? Doesn't see to be terribly creative." I observed, checking out her sexy black cat tail as she turned back to the vanity and bent over to apply her kitten nose and whiskers.

"Not just a cat and mouse. Cats and mouse." Meagan explained patiently again, adjusting her kitten ear headband in her elegantly curled hair. My doubts remained. "What time will they be here?" I wondered, checking the Mickey Mouse watch Meagan had insisted I wear over my costume's mitten. "The judges will be looking at attention to detail." she had explained.

"We're meeting the girls there. I'm going to save them a table." Meagan called from the bathroom.

"Don't you mean 'we' will save them a table?" I growled back.

"Of course!" Meagan replied with a nervous giggle. That didn't bode well.

We pulled into the parking lot surprised to find it nearly empty. It was still early, but surely one of the biggest party nights at the bar would be packed before dinner. Oh yeah, the bar. I hadn't been back since Meagan's cruel trick had me serving as her messy pet all weekend culminating in my having to attend Ladies' Night wearing a fetish puppy costume. I'd only been back once since that night, the sexy bartender had recognized me and passed me a paper Pup Cup filled with whipped cream, to the howls of laughter of Meagan and Jill, her best friend. I'd always managed to find excuses not to set foot inside since then. Until now.

We pulled in and parked out front of the vacant retail space next door to the bar. It had stood empty for a few months now, but the bar had decided to commandeer the space for the weekend for a 21 and Up Haunted House, much to the landlord's relief I suppose.

We exited the car. "Uh, honey, can I give you my wallet and phone? This costume doesn't have any pockets." I mumbled. Meagan smiled sweetly, opening her purse wide. "Sure, toss them in." I tossed them with a jingle.

A very imposing clown and a sexy superheroine stood beside the entrance to the makeshift haunted house. "The bar is closed until 6:00 PM, they're still putting up decorations for the party." The bouncer was unmistakable, what clown wears wrap around sunglasses? I recognized her as the hostess from the bar's fateful, very messy Trivia Night. I shuddered. "You're welcome to explore the haunted house until then." she grinned sweetly. Meagan hopped up and down excitedly and pulled my wallet from her purse.

"We'll need ID." Growled the imposing clown, arms crossed. Meagan passed him her ID and mine. "Ahh yes, you're not really a mouse, are you? Last time you were a dog." his frown cracked into a barely perceptible smirk, the closest thing to cracking a joke he'd done in his life. He moved the stanchion aside and ushered us into the dark room.

My eyes adjusted to the cheap Halloween store animatronics and black lights hung in front of black plastic sheeting. An uncomplicated maze for sure. Meagan wrapped me in a tight embrace, awaiting the next terror. At one corner there was a low tunnel of plastic sheeting forcing us to a crawl. "You go first!" Meagan pleaded, voice timid and shaking. I sighed and dropped on my hands and knees, crawling forward through the low passageway. A board blocked the path. I carefully crawled over it, the wooden plank digging into my costume's knees. I continued forward, feeling something slimy and gooey seeping into my costume's knees and paws. A black plastic sheet blocked the path forward. "We'll have to back up." I called behind me. I heard a sound of rustling plastic. No answer from Meagan. I tried to turn around, but the walls of the passageway were too tight. I tried to back up. My paws and knees stretched out of the thick goo, then snapped back into place. Puzzled I tried to crawl backwards, only for my butt to bounce off a black wall I swear hadn't been there before. Then it hit me. "MEAGAN!" I growled only to hear a series of tittering giggles and whispers.

I knelt on all fours alone in the dark for what seemed like forever, but thanks to the glow in the dark hands of my mouse watch, I knew to be exactly 15 minutes. During that time, I pried at my paws and feet, stretching my knees and straining against the rapidly thickening and warming glop until I could hear the costume's seams stretch and my muscles burned. I heard an alarm beep, more giggles and rustling of plastic and the scraping of boards, then I was blinded by the garish lights of the club to my left, the retail space's display window to my right, with it's view of the sidewalk and the setting sun. As my focus returned, I also saw four incredibly gorgeous sexy cat girls grinning wickedly, surrounding their catch and taking video of me with their phones.

"I should have known better than to restore my faith in humanity after last time." I grumbled. "How was a mouse costume ever going to win a costume contest?" I asked rhetorically.

Meagan giggled, "That's because we're not done putting your costume on you yet, silly!" she explained brightly. Tabitha was beside her holding an enormous fluffy diaper which she unfolded carefully, and then stretched over my back, yanking my tail out of the pool of glue and guiding it out of a hole in the seat of the diaper. She gingerly pressed the rest of the diaper between my legs, cautious not to brush anything vital and so invoke Meagan's wrath. Her hand's proximity between my costumed thighs still caused my heart to race. She deftly tugged the diaper tight around my waist and fastened the tapes.

"What, no whiskers?" I observed dryly.

"Of course we have whiskers for you silly!" Meagan cooed in a condescending tone, retrieving a latex rodent nose muzzle with an elastic band. This one had been cleverly modified with a silicone bulb hidden by the muzzle. She guided the bulb past my lips and between my teeth before tugging the elastic band over my mouse ear hood. Too late I discovered the muzzle was also coated with glue. I bit down on the gag's bulb in frustration, only to be rewarded with a comical "SQUEAK" The women howled with laughter.

"See? We paid attention to every detail, including the mouse squeak!" Meagan laughed victoriously. She stood back and took a photo, then carefully showed me the result. I looked like a cartoon baby mouse. Behind me was a very tall two dimensional cutout of an evil looking cartoon cat holding a pitcher of something. I looked for all the world like a scene from a vintage Cat and Mouse cartoon.

Costumed bar patrons soon began filing in, laughing maniacally at the new window display as Meagan and her sexy friends posed for photos with their 'catch.' Meagan thoughtfully brought me a drink with a long straw, threading it carefully past the bulb of my squeaky gag. It was the best tasting beverage I'd ever experienced.

A loudspeaker announced the beginning of the costume contest, and everyone vanished into that side of the bar, leaving me to face the puzzled giggles and pictures from the smirking pedestrians passing by the window display. I was only mildly frustrated that I couldn't see any of the contestants in what would prove to be one of the most trivial of problems with my evening so far. Finally I heard the announcement for best group costume, followed by the rush of a crowd as Meagan, Jill, Tabitha and Rachel dragged the judges to the window display and struck their sexy kitten poses around me. "This is pretty impressive." one judge admitted. "Wait until you see it running!" gushed Rachel, pressing a button on a small remote. A spotlight focused on the cartoon pitcher as a thick cascade of warm nacho cheese flowed out of the spout and collided with the head and back of my costume, transforming me from gray to sticky yellow, the smell of slightly spicy melted artificial cheese was oppressively gooey, and I squeaked my gag in protest, much to the audience's delight. A loud cheer went up from the bar patrons as Meagan and her team's victory was proclaimed. Against my judgement I felt a tinge of pride in the result, if not the method. The sexy bartender wandered by with another drink on the house in celebration. "Good boy!" she purred as she refilled the glass and positioned the straw. Soon the crowds thinned and the house lights came up as they always do. The flow of nacho cheese sauce had long ago ceased. Meagan and her friends gathered around me one more time. "Good boy!" Meagan giggled. I squeaked my gag. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a familiar figure in a very sexy Queen of Hearts costume. "Thanks for letting him take tomorrow off, Julia." Meagan smiled thoughtfully.

"No problem at all. Tomorrow's going to be a short day anyway. I'm bringing all the ladies down here for lunch." my boss grinned wickedly. I groaned into my gag. Meagan kissed me on the cheek. You did great today. I told you I'd give you a treat if you win." she giggled, revealing a massive banana cream pie from behind her back. She unceremoniously smushed it into my cheese-coated face with a twist, allowing the tin to slip down onto the dried glue sealing my fate. "Stay!" she cooed.