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Night of the Monster: Part 3

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Night of the Monster

PART THREE:
IT BEGINS

It was evening. The sun had dived below the horizon several hours ago and darkness had fallen over the suburb. Moon shone in the sky, bathing the roofs of the homes below with pale light. Rows of streetlights tried to keep the darkness at bay, spotting the streets with small sanctuaries of light for those afraid of the dark. They didn't scare the small creatures that roamed the streets that evening, though. Goblins, vampires, witches, mummies, werewolves, even some skeletons walked the streets. Be they lonesome or in groups, these creatures wandered from house to house crossing yards that were only lit by pumpkin lanterns with wickedly carved faces. What betrayed the appearance of the scary-looking beings were their voices, and at each strangely decorated house the monsters called out "Trick or treat!" with voices of children. The wicked-looking decorations seemed to have little effect on the creatures, leaving the inhabitants no other choice but to offer sweets to appease these little things. Once satisfied, the monsters repeated the process at another house. A lone car stopped at the end of such a street, an old white Fiat coming to a slow stop as if intimidated by the sight of the scary-looking neighborhood. As the headlights died out, four people stepped out of the vehicle. They could've fit into the crowd of little monsters well, excluding the fact that they were noticeably taller than the most. One of them, a witch dressed in a short black skirt with a matching bodice and black knee-long boots, adjusted her wide-brimmed hat while a catlike tail black as the night swished gently behind her back.
          "Alright, here we are." said the witch and glanced at her companions. A thick pale woman stood behind her, covered in a long dark red dress with black trims. Yellow catlike ears stood out from the long black hair and her crimson eyes followed the street all the way to the opposite end before turning to the witch. On the opposite side of the car the other two stood quietly. One of them was wrapped in rugged everyday clothes; a set of dirty dark jeans with a similarly unkempt shirt, a torn jacket and black gloves and shoes. A white mask covered the face, with only the hint of pink peeking from the small eyeholes. A milky white catlike ear twitched on the head as the witch spoke, and the masked one nodded while pulling out a bloody machete. The fourth one, also a woman, glanced back at her companions. She was a beautiful sight, as this succubus-like woman wore practically nothing. A skintight set of clothing consisting of black leotard, purple stockings and black high-heeled shoes covered her womanly figure, leaving little to the viewer's imagination. Bat-like wings sprouted from her back with a smaller pair sticking out of her emerald hair. Her skin was dark with a coppery hue to it and her exotic eyes were ice blue. "Are you ready for some trick-or-treating?" the witch continued once everyone's attention was on her.
          "Well, that's what we're here for, after all." Anyssa responded behind her mask while she looked at Evie and showed an orange bag in her free hand, and the others nodded in approval. The succubus shivered all of sudden.
          "Brrr! Perhaps I should have had rented a warmer outfit. I am freezing in this weather!" Lilah complained and rubbed her bare arms. The temperature was indeed near zero and the breaths of the women were visible in the air. With no clouds in the dark sky, it was certain that the night would get even colder. Evie chuckled at her exotic friend.
          "And disappoint all the guys out there? Come on! Besides, my costume isn't any better than yours." the catgirl stuck her tongue out at the elf with a grin while tugging the brim of her short skirt "The only ones who can manage well enough in this temperature are Anyssa with her layers of clothing and Nyka with her…well, layers of fat."
The lady vampire behind Evie frowned and blushed slightly embarrassed. Anyssa looked at Nyka, her smirk only noticeable from the tone of her voice.
          "Oh yeah. It was a good idea to drink that milk before we left. With that bust we're sure to get even more candy." the dark catgirl chuckled. Nyka's blush deepened at the notion.
          "Hey! I did it only to fit better into my costume!" the pale lass corrected, shifting in her place awkwardly "It's a couple of sizes bigger than I wanted, AND it was the only one left in the store." She crossed her arms below her bust that was bigger than it should be. The catgirl had had a glass of milk before they had left, activating her body's usual reaction to dairy products. The resulting size her rear and top had grown into and the pale skin fit the vampire dress, indeed, and there was even a little extra padding to spill out of the cleavage.
          "Of course, of course. I'm just pulling your leg there, Nyka." Anyssa laughed and raised her hands submissively. Evie uttered a laugh and turned to look at the homes ahead of them, focusing on the task at hand.
          "Ok, then. We better get out there and start gathering candy before the kids hog it up all for themselves." the witch declared "Let's split up as we planned. Lilah and Nyka, you go together while me and Any team up. And remember, don't come back before your bags are full of sweets or the clock strikes midnight, whichever comes first. Use what your momma – and milk – gave ya to get as much as you can." she finished and looked at each woman in turns. Nyka, Anyssa and Lilah all nodded in response, and so they were off. Once they were out of the copper elf and her plump companion's hearing range Anyssa leaned closer to Evie as they were nearing the closest house.
          "So, am I totally wrong when guessing that you wanted me to go with you because I'm dressed less sexy than Nyka?" the dark catgirl asked, surprising the unsuspecting witch big time. Evie looked at Anyssa her blue eyes wide as her tail stiffened up in surprise. It was all Anyssa needed to confirm her hunch, and Evie could see the grin in the masked catgirl's eyes. She tried to say something, but her tongue ended up stumbling in her mouth and the witch could only stutter something incoherent. Evie had always liked Nyka, and the more time she had spent around the blonde catgirl the deeper her fascination had grown, all the way up to her getting a crush on the young woman. For some time the thought of telling Nyka about her feelings had brewed in her mind, but she had never managed to actually confess her feelings to her friend. Then Latte had appeared in the scene and before Evie had noticed it, Nyka was together with the other girl. It had been a revelation that hadn't please Evie at all. Blushing embarrassed the catgirl just looked away from Anyssa as she chuckled knowingly behind her mask.
          "…Shut up…" the flustered catgirl huffed and grabbed Anyssa's mask once they reached the front of a nicely decorated house, pulling it a couple of inches away from the woman's face before letting it snap back. The dark catgirl's head jerked back as the hard plastic hit her face, and the chuckle turned to a muffled groan. Before she could spit out her complaint, though, Evie pressed the doorbell and Anyssa had to swallow her grumbles as the door opened. Evie had already taken her brightest and well-practiced smile on her lips as she faced the people living in that house.
          "Trick of treat!" the catgirl called out as she opened her bag before her, and rolling her eyes Anyssa followed her friend's example.

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"Hey, Joe! More kids here!" a young man called out from the front door. The music was playing so loud at the Halloween party that the head of the house didn't hear his friend in the first try, especially because he was busy flirting with a pretty brunette at the time. The man at the door looked between the dressed-up small children and Joe, not sure what to do. "Ok, wait here. I'll be back in a sec." he said and disappeared into the crowded house, weaving through the people to his friend at the couch. They were sitting pretty close to the stereo, the source of the rhythmic beating and high-pitched keyboard sounds, so they didn't hear him even when he was a few steps away from them.
          "Joe. Joe! There are some kids at the door." he said while nudging Joe's shoulder. The bothered man gave him an annoyed glance, obviously not happy about someone interrupting his attempts at buttering up his company.
          "Yeah? Well, get rid of them, Hank." Joe snapped at him and waved his hand dismissively, returning to his catch.
          "But we can't just leave them empty-handed--" Hank started, but his friend's glare silenced him.
          "I said; Get. Rid. Of. Them. Can't you see I'm busy here?" Joe hissed between his teeth and nodded lightly towards the brunette who was busy slurping from her punch. Hank sighed and headed back to the door where the children were waiting.
          "Sorry kids, but we're out of candy right now." he said with an apologetic shrug, and he regretted his words immediately when seeing the disappointed faces. He liked children after all, so it stung him to see the little monsters' expecting smiles melt into disappointment. So, biting his lip Hank sunk his hands into his pockets and started to look for something to give to the little rascal so they wouldn't have to leave completely empty-handed. With a thorough check-up he found some change and a couple pieces of bubblegum.
          "Alright, here you go. It's not much, but at least you don't have to leave empty-handed. Happy Halloween!" Hank said with a little smile as he gave his pocket treasure to the children. It seemed to help a bit and the children wished Happy Halloween in return before leaving. Feeling that he had contributed to the season Hank then closed the door and decided to raid the fridge for some beer before returning to the party.
          As he was coming from the kitchen with a cold one in hand, the doorbell rung. Hank went to answer it, being the only one in the hallway at the time. Expecting to see more kiddies in costumes, the man was surprised to not find any. Instead, there was someone standing several feet from the porch. A large someone, too, Hank thought, as the figure was almost wider than it was tall. This person was clad in some sort of cloak, too, with a hood that shaded the face out of sight. Another grown up gone trick-or-treating, Hank guessed.
          "Trick or treat…" the anonymous one said, with a feminine voice that seemed to come both close and from afar at the same time. Hank frowned and picked his ear, thinking that the loud music had messed up his hearing.
          "Um, I'm sorry, miss, but we're out of candy. Maybe I could get you something else? Beer? Cider? We only have drinks here, though." Hank offered. The woman remained silent for a second before the weird voice spoke underneath the hood again
          "No treat? Trick for you it is, then…" she spoke and slowly lifted her look. This time Hank had to rub his eyes as he wasn't sure what he saw was right. Underneath the hood evil-looking eyes glowed menacingly orange. Hank glanced at his beer with a blink of his eyes, only to look back at the large woman. He never got to compliment what was thought to be a mask as the woman reached an arm out and black claws shot out at him. He could only stare stupidly as the extremities grabbed him into a tight embrace, squeezing the air out of his lungs before he could do anything. Hank stared at the black tentacle-like things around him in shock, following them all the way to their source away from the porch. As he looked at the woman he almost dropped his eyes from their sockets as he realized she wasn't fat in the way he had assumed. With ridiculously long claw-like fingers in her other hand the woman had opened her cloak, revealing the biggest pair of breasts Hank had ever seen stuffed into a very tight corset. They were like two big fleshy melons spilling out of the garment, way too big for the tiny frame that carried them. Before he could realize it, Hank felt air rushing against his face as the claws jerked him close with surprising ease. The wicked grin on the shaded face came close dangerously fast, not to mention the huge pair of tits. Before he could make another sound, Hank slammed hard against the woman. It was like running into a brick wall equipped with big and soft airbags. Hank's face was gracelessly buried into the sea of cleavage, and his face flushed hot red the instant he realized it. The man tried to call for help with attempts to squirm free, but the woman seemed to have no trouble in keeping him still, and he could hear that weird voice cackle at his futile attempts. He was like a little doll snuggled firmly against a girl's chest, easily overpowered by the unnaturally shaped woman.
          As he struggled Hank started to feel strangely warm in the forced embrace, comfortable even. It was weird, naturally, as he didn't like being forced into things. But the chest felt so comfortable, so big...and…Hank's mind fogged up and his struggling seized in a moment as he was overcome by the weird feel of comfort, and eventually he flopped limp against the disproportioned woman. With a dark chuckle the monstrous being lifted Hank off her massive bust and examined him like a prized trophy.
          "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she spoke, laughter in her voice "You be a good little boy now and go fetch me some virgins, okay?"
          "Yes, mistress…" Hank replied with a dull voice. His eyes were glazed, covered in orange and completely devoid of emotion. The woman let him go and immediately the man turned and headed back to the house with a stiff gait.
          The curvaceous monstrosity watched her puppet enter the house, and within moments sounds of struggling and screaming started to pour out of the open door, much to her dark amusement.
          "It begins…" she cackled as she walked into the house.
Buuuuuh! Third part done!
Sheesh, how can something get dragged on like this?! Seriously, it'll be over christmas and still no complete Halloween story if this keeps advancing at this rate. >_<;;
Well, that's what you get when real life gets in the way. School and laziness are good writing mood killers, if I dare say so. :P

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this installment for the story. More will be coming sooner or later. (hopefully sooner)
I'm off to bed now...

Prologue [link]
Part 1 [link]
Part 2 [link]
Part 4 [link]
Part 5 [link]
Part 6 [link]
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hey, hey don't rush it. you're doing just fine and the story is great quality over quantity eh?