/lit/ - Literature

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Richard lurked in the dark, under a tree in the amphitheater behind the church. The plants did a capable job of blocking the nearby streetlights; he had a choice between several redundant murky regions. He chose the one that gave him the best view of the inside of the building.
The youth pastor assured Richard this was the day of the week Darian left the premises in full costume. The expected time for the cursed event fast approached. He hoped something would happen soon; it was the usual sweltering Tucson summer evening, and he was sweating profusely. The inside of the gay furry club would undoubtedly be air-conditioned, and he was ashamed to realize he was looking forward to any aspect of what was about to happen.
Something stirred on the stairs. Richard crouched as well as he could to try to get a better look; the dark shape was too indistinct to be identified. Richard watched as the figure left the stairs and walked to the side, an errant street light catching him for a moment. The equine head jumped out at him like a jellyfish's sting. Whether or not it was Darian, it was definitely someone in a full-headed horse outfit, and thus his target. The figure unexpectedly turned and walked toward the front door; apparently his first stop wouldn't be the parking lot.
Richard emerged from his hiding spot as quickly as he could, and waddled at full speed toward the front of the building. The corpulent latex hippo costume didn't allow much freedom of movement, and the Fleshlight shoved between his legs, terminating at the costume's bunghole, made movement even more awkward. But the youth pastor insisted it was necessary; the alternative was much worse. Richard hoped this was the evening's low point, but knew that was too much to expect; it was bound to go straight downhill from here.