Part 2: The Theater
	Outside the sprawling multiplex, with its flashy holographic signs indirectly altering the colour of the streets and nearby towering buildings (a chaotic blend with many sources influencing it), Pillow leaned against the wall. This time she wore ALL black. A pleated skirt and a tight sweater that exposed her cleavage and midriff, plus long stockings and even black wood sandals. There was a little bit of absolute territory if you got the right angle, but you'd be seeing her panties at that rate. The band of her skirt hid the crotch tattoo (not that it would allow itself to be seen by most, regardless). The sweater had an array of small tassels hanging down over her middle. Only her fur/hair, eyes, and hot pink fingernails showed brighter colours. It was getting towards evening, and direct sunlight wouldn't be hitting her here. The smells of soda and buttered popcorn wafted out through the door to her right as a menagerie of moviegoers of many species paraded through them. They had their own smells, fortunately the strongest of which were mainly perfumes and shampoos. Pillow herself smelt of incense and tea leaves, at the moment.
	Jiggling at a jog came Stargazer, who, if anything, smelled like grape jelly. Her clothing was roughly as monochromatic as Pillow's, but in a dark spring green sort of colour. Tight but coverage-providing panties, thigh-highs, and nothing else. She stopped in front of Pillow but didn't look at her after initially coming into view across the street. She was just there, facing perpendicularly and tilting her head at the people going by. Some of them were tilting reciprocally.
	“I've got my ticket. Got yours?” Stargazer's head moved for the doors, and the rest of her came along. Pillow pushed off the wall with her tail and followed. The former had chosen a door which was large enough to accommodate her easily enough, but it was not intended for someone with Pillow's extreme proportions. That didn't slow the half-youkai down any. With a 'ffumf' noise, her breasts squeezed through, bouncing with near-violence upon being freed from the frame and almost taking out a nearby goatman. While still moving forward, Stargazer had already pitched her head 180 degrees, and observed this. Pillow's tail was next, obscuring the entire view through the door, but being almost entirely pillowy fluff, its movement was barely affected.
	The eye and its accompanying noodles stopped, then reversed, going around the perplexed Pillow and back out the door. “Wait a minute, where are you going?” Stargazer stopped just outside the door, and her tits inflated until they too were too big. Pillow's eyes widened, though not to the same degree as the tits. Stargazer sauntered back inward, wobbling and sticking a little bit more than Pillow, but with a squeak of flesh on rubber, she had soon re-entered and was in danger of knocking over the same goatman, who had foolishly remained near the doors to watch all this transpire. Satisfied with completing whatever her objective was, she nudged him with her left tit and resumed her path to the concession stand. He bleated and stumbled out the doors. *Then* she let them shrink back down to their previous size: each somewhat larger than her head.

	“He'll never see it. Not if he doesn't want to,” said Mr. Slek, played by the famous Jerson Gimby. “If they keep their indiscretions small, they'll keep those jobs as long as they live.” He wiggled his whiskers. Stargazer slurped up a gummi worm into a triangular mouth that had formed below her eye.
	“That's a lot of baloney. You know those *indiscretions* are only going to keep inflating. What's next? TWO bombs?” The ever gootiful miss Melinda Slorpington was playing Evralda. She narrowed her bestalked eyes and waggled a slimy finger aggressively. “It's going to turn into a huge incident! Scuffman will be blamed for sure! And then where will we all be!” Pillow nodded and quietly “mm-hmmed” to herself.
	
	Shuffling out, Pillow raised her arms and stretched. “Nnnn~ That was a good one. More violent than I expected for that kind of film, but it was in service of the plot... I liked the bit with the carnivorous packing peanuts.” Her tail brushed over several complaining bystanders who had not adequately judged the distance they'd need. Her date, close behind, took it without complaint.
	Outside the multiplex, the sounds of the crowd echoed off the cold streets, with the night occluding the spots where the rainbow of artificial lights didn't reach. Holding hands, they had a walk through the warm glow of the shopping district, passing by exciting stores that they just didn't feel like shopping at, and cozy and inviting restaurants that they just didn't feel like eating at. They chatted (or at least, Pillow did), and flirted playfully (both, definitely), but the time came for them to split up again. “Ah, it feels like it's so soon... But it can't be helped.”
	They both got up from the small table with a picture of a smiling public works mascot on it that they'd come to rest at (Scumby The Snail), and had a wiggle. “May I give you a kiss? Around here, it's traditional at the end of the first date~” Stargazer leaned forward and gestured for her companion to do the same. Pillow complied, and Stargazer gave her a reasonably-long kiss on the cheek, and tilted her own head up to offer a spot to do the same. Pillow giggled foxily and supplied a similar smooch. “Good night to you too~”