Foxby shivered a little bit.  He was laying on Lara’s tongue, Lara with her mouth open, as he faced outward, towards the TV screen.  He had been almost forced there—Lara had given him two options: watch the movie with her (The Birds) or get swallowed with a bunch of trick-or-treaters, making for a cramped stomach with a bunch of whiny kids.
Foxby was pushing himself outward a bit, trying to reach for Lara’s hair to pull it in front of his eyes.  Unfortunately, Lara thought he was trying to escape, and pulled him back in with her tongue.  Foxby just sighed, unable to plug his ears without letting go of Lara’s bottom lip.
“Hey, Lara, have you seen—oh,” James said as he walked in.  Lara turned her head to face him, hence the ‘oh’.
As Lara’s head turned, Foxby was able to grab onto her hair and pull it over his eyes, holding it tightly.  Lara’s eyes narrowed.  “Now, now, Foxie, you agreed to watch this…” she said, tickling Foxby as she spoke, Foxby barely holding in the laugh.
“I never agreed!  I didn’t really have a choice!”
“Oh, yes you did… and you seem to think watching a movie is better than being inside of me…”
“I’d still hear it, though… and ugh… I’d rather only have one evil, not two…” he said.  Lara rolled her eyes, tugging the hair away from him.  “Then actually SEE the one evil…” she said.
Foxby gave a bit of a scream as a pigeon killed a human.  “Why do people even WANT to watch this stuff?”
Lara smirked.  “I thought this was the reason Artist even got into vore?”
“Well, yeah, but that’s HIS problem…” Foxby sighed.

Meanwhile, Artist (aka Bobby) was in the computer room of the Mansion, trying to devise ways to get Foxby eaten by Crisis, Jasophina, Sparky, Jag, and Fuzzy.

Lara licked at Foxby’s chin, smirking.  “You could always just go to my stomach…” she said.
“No way!” Foxby replied.  “Besides, I’m going over to someone’s house for a bit of a Halloween party… somebody mentioned there were going to be a lot of girls there…”
Lara looked offended.  “Girls?  What, am I not good enough?”
James smirked.  “You’re plenty good enough, he’s just looking for quantity tonight, not quality… that’s our motto for holidays, righ’?” he asked, grabbing Foxby (who let out a small scream of surprise) and throwing him up into the air, catching him on his head.
Foxby laughed.  “Because twenty boobs are better than two!” he said.
“And three foxes are better than none…” Lara said, grinning.
Foxby shouted something that only James could hear, since his voice didn’t travel far.  “SUDDEN RANDOM FIGHT!”  James picked him up and threw the small fox, which was now disguised as a ninja.  Foxby twisted, launching a flurry of normal-sized shurikens at James, who had to do a Matrix-esque move to dodge them.  They were both already moving at extreme speeds—both of them were fast and had managed to learn what they called the ‘Focus Technique’.  James stood back on his hands and jumped off of them, hitting the wall and bounding off of it, drawing his sword as he slashed at Foxby, who twisted in midair to dodge it by just a relative inch.  Foxby continued the spin to launch another shuriken, this one attached to his wrist.  James dodged it and flatpalmed Foxby, who was sent flying backwards.  As his shuriken whipped around, he pulled it closer to him and jumped off of it, disconnecting it and readying another connected shuriken, throwing it in a wide arc, curving at James’s head.  James ducked, and was ready to counter when—
DINGDONG!  DINGADING-DING-DINGA-DINGDONG!
Foxby nodded as the shuriken continued to fly in a circle, Foxby landing on it and riding the spinning shuriken all the way down to the door.  The shuriken was stuck in the wall just to the side of the doorknob as Foxby dove just above it, swinging around the knob and landing back on the shuriken, leaning back to twist the doorknob as it sorta fell open.
Foxby grinned, saying “Heya!” as an anthromorphic Arcanine appeared in the door.
Arcy nodded.  “Hey.  I’d assume you’re Foxby?  Sparky told me to come pick you up… nice place…”
Foxby gave a little laugh.  “Yeah, it’s me.  And it’s not entirely my place, it’s kinda shared….”
“What are you, a playboy?”
“No, but someone that lives here belongs in one of their magazines,” Foxby said with a grin.
“Hm… anyway, we’d better get going, we’re already a bit late as it is…”
“Awright,” Foxby said as he hopped on the doorknob, securing his shuriken and then jumping onto Arcy’s shoulder.
“So what’re you supposed to be, anyway?  You look almost like something Artist draws…”
“Artist?  Hm.  I’ll have to meet him sometime.  But anyway, I’m the Guitar Hero!”
“………….That’s…. kinda reaching, isn’t it?  I mean, I’m three inches tall but I still have a costume… you just grabbed the controller for the game and went outside!”
“Hey, I could just splat you against the pavement…”
“And suddenly I’m idolizing the Guitar Hero!” Foxby said.
“Yeah, I thought so…” Arcy said with a grin.
They walked in silence for a while before coming upon Sparky’s house.
“Is this the place?” Foxby asked.
“Yep… you ready?

JOKE
As they stepped in, a scene of utter destruction filled their eyes.  The TV was cracked, shreds of clothing and flesh littered the floor, and a crazed-looking black-furred jaguar was looking at them with a demonic look in his eye.
/JOKE

Okay.  Now for the REAL stuff from Artist!  Anyway, as the door was answered by Jag, Foxby caught a glimpse of something on the TV—Dawn of the Dead.  He quickly covered his eyes.
Arcy walked in.  “Nice little place here.  Nowhere near as big as Foxby’s, though.”
Jag smirked, thinking it was sarcasm.  “Yeah.  Anyway, what are you supposed to be?”
“I’m the Guitar Hero!”
“That’s a bit of a pull, isn’t it?”
“I didn’t have anything to wear when you invited me over, plus I had to pick up your little friend here,” Arcy said.  Foxby blinked.  Hadn’t it been Sparky that had invited him?
Arcy pointed at him.  “Didn’t even see you, Foxby.  Just like you to be small and out of the way, hehe….”
Foxby didn’t take his hands away from his eyes.  “Don’t make me throw shurikens at you, Jag!  I’ll go ninja all over ya!”
Jag moved out of the way and sat on the couch, letting Arcy take a chair, Foxby bouncing a bit as he sat.  Foxby then slid down his arm, jumping off onto his lap, then hopping onto the floor.  Running to Jag, he quickly hugged his foot, putting his head between his toes to simultaneously block out the sound and the sight of Dawn of the Dead.  Jag smiled widely with a giggle, reaching down to pick him up and give him a few nuzzles.  Foxby struggled a bit as he was forced into catching a particularly gruesome bit of the movie.
Arcy, meanwhile, had noticed some discarded pieces of clothing on the floor, which Foxby had somehow (miraculously) missed.
The reason WHY he’d somehow missed it was probably because Jag had suddenly thrown him into his mouth, Foxby rolling and laying facedown on his tongue, pulling himself forward and screaming “JAG!”
“Aren’t those Sparky’s pants, Jag..?” Arcy asked.
Jag was muffling out Foxby’s random screams for help and threats of eternal pain.  Arcy raised an eyebrow as Jag’s jaws opened.  Foxby was just barely managing to lift up his teeth.  Arcy grinned, moving forward and poking Foxby in the stomach.  “MEEP!” he shouted before he fell backwards back into Jag’s mouth, rolling once more to get onto his front once more, more ‘comfortable’ for him.  Jag’s jaws snapped shut as he started to suck on Foxby, drenching him in saliva.  Foxby tasted unlike anything Jag had ever tasted before.  But of course, that WAS Foxby’s weird ability.  Jag didn’t even bother trying to figure out why Foxby, who had once been anti-vore, would make himself super-tasty, but hey, to each his own.
Arcy started to nuzzle Jag’s neck, causing him to purr deeply.  Foxby’s ears hurt a bit.  Arcy’s paw made it into Jag’s pocket and took out several small blue pills, grinning as he popped one into his mouth, swallowing.  He was about to eat another, but Jag stopped him.  Arcy was about to fight for the second pill, but suddenly stopped, belching loudly in Jag’s face.  Some of it got into his mouth as Foxby gagged, still being sucked and he heard a certain feline murr.  Arcy began to shrink, soon becoming just over three inches and falling out of his shorts and guitar.
Jag grinned, spitting Foxby out into one of his paws, Foxby struggling madly.  “WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO THAT FOR YOU—“ he started before one of Jag’s paw-fingers made its way over Foxby’s mouth.
“Well, I WAS going to swallow you, ‘cause the other guests are having a party in my belly… then I decided not to since Arcy is just going to go down, too, so might as well save a few swallows, hehe.”
This made Foxby squirm harder as Jag reached for Arcy, who was tangled in his own pants, getting them both in his one paw.  They both squirmed, Arcy giggling a bit, and Foxby still prevented from cursing Jag or reaching for his shuriken, and Jag looking at the pair and licking his lips.
“Wonder how you two taste together, hehe…” Jag said.  Without further ado, he took off Foxby’s shuriken and dropped it to the ground, then stuffed them both into his extremely-salivating maw, shutting it behind them.
Inside, the two were thrown for a wild ride.  Jag’s mouth shoved them face-first into each other, giving Foxby a bit of a headache, and pressing them together quite often, Foxby trying to avoid doing any gay poses.  Jag’s tongue ran over them, taking in both of their taste.  Oddly, Foxby’s taste interacted differently with living beings than it did with food items—instead of the rest of it just accessorizing his own taste, it actually carried a strange taste to Arcy, making him taste just as good, but having a different flavor entirely, unique to him.
Soon, they were pulled back into the throat, squelching sounds heard inside of Jag’s mouth as the throat muscles pushed them both down, Foxby scrabbling wildly at Jag’s tongue, Arcy more or less accepting it.  A few gulps and with some help from Jag’s tongue, they were forced the rest of the way, being squished together, Foxby VERY uncomfortable.  Soon, they dropped into the stomach, landing directly on top of a three-way gridlock between Sparky, Jizzal, and Sefra.  Foxby rolled backwards, his head hitting the wall of the stomach as he sat there, watching the others fight.  Soon Sparky tired himself out, as they all had done several times—well, besides Deioth.  Sparky looked at Foxby.  “Why don’t you join us?”
Foxby just shook his head.  “I’m the non-violent type, I’d kick all of your asses, I don’t want to hurt you… take your pick of excuse.”  Sparky just rolled his eyes as he got his energy back up and joined the fray.
Later, Accipitrina fell in, also, joining the fray.
AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
AND THEY WERE ALL DIGESTED EXCEPT FOXBY, THE INDIGESTIBLE!
AND JAG WAS EATEN BY LARA!
AND FOXBY HAD A HEART ATTACK AS JAG TURNED UP DAWN OF THE DEAD SO THEY COULD HEAR IT!
Take your pick, they’re all good endings.