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Trick, You're the Treat

By Otteronymous

Jonathan shuddered as he knocked on his manager's front door. The streets were eerily quiet, save for the rustling of the dry, autumn leaves. Soon they would be full of laughing, screaming children, all making a mad dash for candy and treats to their hearts content, but for now, the emptiness was foreboding, the young intern blissfully unaware of his impending fate.

"Oh! Just in time!" said the effeminate voice beyond the door. "Give me one second, darling, and I'll be right there."

The chubby raccoon stared at the ground, cringing at his manager's queer voice. "Just one more week of internship," he said under his breath. "Just one more week, and you'll never have to put up with those bitches at the company or their faggy boss ever again."

Jonathan's gaze snapped up as the door swung open, stunned by what he saw.

Before him stood Aries, the 6-foot-tall unicorn with more beauty and hips than any man should be allowed to possess. The typically wool suit adorned manager of Marigold Civil Engineering was clad in an 80's sky-blue workout top, neon-green dolphin shorts, and bookended by a bright pink sweatband with matching leg warmers; Jane Fonda would be proud.

"It's so good to see you, darling!" said the bubbly unicorn, giving his impossibly wide hips and tree-trunk thighs a jiggling flourish. "Come in, come in!"

Jonathan scurried past the beaming unicorn, catching a whiff of his manager's lavender bouquet. He always smelled like fresh cut flowers or baked goods, much to the racoon's puzzlement.

"So, Jonathan, what do you think!" Aries said, striking his best Olivia Newton John pose.

The racoon winced as he looked upon the unicorn's nearly skintight clothing; his hourglass shape, prominent moobs, and poochy belly pressing hard through the synthetic fibers. It would be excusable to mistake him for an overweight, voluptuous woman if not for the prominent amount of muscle mass just below his soft surface.

As Aries gave another flourish of his hips, Jonathan could see his manager's rather ample package jounce beneath his booty shorts, the bloated nutsack prominent, even through two layers of clothing.

Jesus, he thought. Why did queers have to be so gross?

"You, uhhh, look pretty good, Mr. Marigold." He said with an insincere stutter.

"Oh pish!" Aries said with a flourish of his hand, batting away the coif of hair that hung just below his bleached and polished horn. "Mr. Marigold is my grandfather, and just like I said in your disciplinary hearing yesterday, darling, call me Aries."

Jonathan tensed up at the reminder of his probation, his tail swishing nervously across the floor.

"That said, you're looking awfully festive yourself, Jonathan." Aries said with a teasing giggle, commenting on the racoons rather frumpy attire.

"Yah, well, not all of us can be as 'Fabulous' as you, sir." He hissed.

Aries frowned.

"You see, Jonathan, an attitude like that is precisely why you're here tonight," the voluptuous unicorn said as he closed the space between them. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you that your graduate degree is dependent on a glowing review from your internship with my grandfather's company. Nor must I remind you that your frequent, flagrant cynicism and underhanded insults have deeply bothered my hardworking staff."

Aries placed a firm grip on Jonathan's shoulder, the pudgy racoon grimacing at the contact. He hated when anyone got close to him, let alone touched him.

Noticing, but not caring for Jonathan's discomfort, Aries continued.

"But I'm a firm believer that anyone can become a sweet, lovable person with the right instruction and guidance! Which is why, as part of internship contract, I'm having you help me prepare my very famous holiday treats this evening!"

Aries gave Jonathan a pat on the belly through his thick hoody, the startled racoon wincing in response.

"Besides, Jonathan, you don't need a costume to help me, as I'm sure we'll have you looking fit for the season by the time our guests arrive."

Jonathan's cheeks blushed beneath his bandit-masked face, his paws shaking as he felt flush, his fur crawling at his manager's touch. The disgusting unicorn wouldn't stop touching him, wouldn't stop invading his space. The bastard knew what he was doing, Jonathan thought, but he's got me by the balls.

So typical of a fag.

"Now, now! Let's not dither, Jonathan! We only have a few hours before those lovely children come knocking on our door, demanding their treats! To the kitchen with you, chop-chop!"

Sulking behind the sashaying unicorn as they entered the kitchen, Jonathan was struck not only by how large it was, but also how barren it seemed to be. The large, marble top counters where in abundance, along with 2 serving islands in the center, and no shortage of cabinets; yet the room was bereft of any cooking instruments; there wasn't even an oven!

"Now, my dear boy, inside the cabinets are my industrial-sized glass casserole dishes. Be a darling and neatly arrange them on the floor for me."

Perplexed, but glad to finally have a task, Jonathan snapped to work, quickly pulling the dishes from the cabinets and placing them, the large, 2-gallon casserole dishes proving to be heavier than he suspected.

"Wonderful, Jonathan! Wonderful!" Aries said, clapping his hands delightedly as he bounced on his hooves. "Such a hard-working young man!"

Jonathan spoke cautiously as he arranged the dozen or so dishes across the kitchen, confused by the nature of his work. "So, uhh, Mr....err, I mean Aries. How exactly do you, uh, make your desserts?"

Aries smiled warmly. "With the help of my assistants, of course!"

Aries looked off into the distance as he mused, ignorant of the puzzled look on Jonathan's muzzle.

"I usually have an assistant or two on Halloween, typically a wayward youth in need of work; that, or I go out and employ one of the poor fellows from the homeless shelter. One year, a rather argumentative boyfriend of mine helped me make my treats. That feline was annoying as all get out, but boy howdy did he make some shockingly delicious deserts that year. Why, his work is still with me to this day."

Aries gave a wiggle of his hips as he spoke, his bulbous ass swaying as Jonathan winced in quiet disgust.

"Why, I'd dare say we are ready to begin, Jonathan!" Aries said, looking out over the prepared kitchen. "Come, join me," the unicorn said, gesturing for the racoon to stand before him.

Jonathan dutifully stood before the unicorn, his back turned to him as he stared, still confused, at the strangely barren kitchen. The chubby racoon cringed as he felt the unicorn's hefty frame close the few inches that were between them, the heat of his manager's lilac scented body wafting over him.

"To be honest, Jonathan, I'm never quite sure where to begin." Aries said, clasping his paws on Jonathan's shoulders, the racoon's heart racing in response. "I guess like any great chef, I'll start by tasting my ingredients."

Jonathan's blood ran cold as the unicorn's deceptively large hands snaked under his shirt and grabbed at his belly and breasts. Before he could pull away, the racoon was pulled tight to his manager's body, quickly sinking into the unicorns soft, white tummy as his shirt and hoody were pulled off.

"Shhh, don't fight it, Jonathan," Aries cooed into his ear. "You're not going anywhere."

The racoon trembled as he felt Aries' tongue roll across his neck, the unicorn moaning as he savored the terrified boy's sweaty, matted fur. "Mmmm, such a musky lad, with just a hint of that sharp testosterone flavor I find so alluring in my meals. I can already tell you're going to be delicious."

Jonathan screamed as he felt his belt being undone, the unicorn's deft, experienced paws quickly unbuttoning his slacks.

"Oh...Oh God.... Please, please don't rape me!"

"Ohhh, don't be silly," Aries said, flinging the boys trousers to the floor. "Tempting as that round little rump of yours is, I would hate to spoil such perfect ingredients with foreign seed. Now be a good boy and hush while I load up the oven."

The sound of bones and joints popping forced Jonathan to look up, the racoon greeted to the sight of a massive, unhinged maw barreling down on him. The terrified boy screamed at the top of his lungs as the voracious unicorn plunged his subordinate's muzzle deep into his own; the thick, undulating flesh of his throat cutting off the boy's scream mid-breath.

Aries groaned with pleasure as Jonathan's head slid into the back of his throat, the unicorn spilling thick, lubricating globs of drool over his prey's body as his chops watered for their incoming meal.

Jonathan kicked franticly as he was lifted off the ground, his body violently jerking upwards as the unicorn's gullet enveloped him with heaving, sloppy gulps. With a paw firmly cupping Jonathan's plump posterior, Aries jammed the boy chest deep into his hot, slippery gullet, his tongue dancing at the flavor of the racoon's doughy backside.

'Mmmm, such ample ingredients," Aries though as he groped and kneaded the boy's flabby belly, his panicked cries vibrating through the unicorn's thick chest in protest.

Aries did so love the fat ones. From the way their thick bodies stretched and filled his eager throat on their way to his gut, to the embarrassed squirms they made as he poked and squeezed their flabby, calorie rich bodies on the way down.

Aries could feel his belly expanding as he worked his long equine muzzle over Jonathan's generous love handles, the racoon boy's head finally crowning into the ample chamber that would serve as his final resting place. With an effortless push, Aries lifted Jonathan above his head, the racoon's underwear being snatched away as he was borne aloft for the final descent.

Even though it was nothing more than a biological response to panic-induced adrenaline, Aries always loved seeing his assistants descend into his gullet with an erection, the rock-hard genitals a visual cue to their abundant joy of being broken down into goopy sludge, elated to have their meager bodies leached of nutrients so they may adorn the hips of a superior creature.

"As simple as 1,2,3" Aries mused as he fell to his knees and cradled his gut, the equine's throat relaxing to ease in its wriggling prey.

"One..."

Aries' gullet flared and undulating like a pelican as Jonathan's legs wriggled into the hot, humid guts, the unicorn's belly bloating pregnant as it was crammed with pound after glorious pound of rich, quivering coon meat.

"Two..."

Aries broad, dexterous tongue wrapped around Jonathan's footpaws, the unicorn playfully licking the twitching digits as they were pulled into the wet abyss, his meal bucking pathetically on the way down.

"Three!"

With a hard swallow, the rest of the pudgy racoon descended to his fate, his bushy, twitching tail comically flailing out of the unicorn's now smiling muzzle. Aries giggled as slurped up the tail like a noodle before giving a hard swallow, his muscular throat squeezing the rest of the racoon's doughy body into his overstretched sack, which he lovingly cradled in his arms.

"Mmmmm, such delicious young man you are, Jonathan!" Aries giggled, his throat bulging with gas before letting loose a thick belch.

*BUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP*

"And so very filling," Aries said, stroking his writhing, distended belly, its newest inhabitant's paws and howling muzzle visible through the taut flesh.

"Nice and safe in my hot, burbling belly," Aries cooed, playfully tracing his finger across the racoon's distressed muzzle as it pressed desperately against the skin. "I bet you just can't wait to get gurgled down into a nice, thick paste; writhing and churning as my belly breaks you down into a delicious, malleable soup."

The kicking grew more intense as Jonathan gasped for oxygen, his energy fading fast as the unicorn's oppressive guts threshed away his fur. "Shhh, relax now, Jonathan, it's OK. Aries knows it hurts having your pathetic, unkempt body balled up all nice and tight in my hot little oven; it's oppressive heat and enzymes breaking your body down into a delicious, mushy chyme for my guts to suck dry."

Jonathan's muffled screams could be heard through fleshy walls as Aries playfully thumped his fingers across his gut, the racoon desperately crying out for salvation as the unicorn's stomach squeezed tighter, his guts like a furnace as they smelted down their prey with caustic enzymes, snuffing out the crying intern's final sobs.

Aries giggled as his belly went dormant, the loud, rebarbative squelches of his gut bubbling away as it broke down the 170 lbs. of racoon meat lodged within.

Aries squeezed his gut with a strong paw, the once hard ball of racoon having gone soft, the contents of his belly squishing and rolling between his fingers as they worked over the dense, clay-like mass of nutrients before letting out a hearty belch.

*BRUUURRRRRPPPPP*

"Mmmmm, ingredients well earned, if I do say so myself!" Aries said, giving his belly a firm pat. "You've done such a lovely job, Jonathan, we'll have these excited youngsters clamoring over our home-made treats in no time!"

Plopping onto his immense ass, Aries sighed in relief as he fell to napping, the squelching and gurgling of his gut like a lullaby as it worked it's magic, preparing the lump of meat once known as Jonathan into something the world would love in a way he never was before.

A heavy cramp jolted Aries awake, the dozing unicorn cradling his gut as he hobbled to his hooves.

"Yes, yes, Jonathan, I know," Aries cooed, massaging his aching belly, the unicorn's bowels packed painfully tight with digested racoon. "No need to rush, there's enough of you to go around!"

Aries hobbled over to the neatly arranged dishes, giggling at the thoroughness in which the racoon laid out his own graves. "Well then," Aries said, kneading his belly, his guts burbling as pressure built at his tailhole. "Let's see what's up first."

With a hiked leg and wincing eye, Aries let out a thick fart, a cloud of yellow, lemon meringue scented gas blanketing the kitchen.

*FRRRRRRRTTTT*

"Ahhhhh," he sighed, feeling the gas stretch his hole and flap his meaty cheeks. "Lemon bars!"

Hiking down his all-too-tight shorts, Aries squatted over one of the large casserole dishes, his tailhole twitching as he grunted and squeezed his belly. "Come on, Jonathan," he grunted. "Don't start getting shy on me now."

Aries groaned as a large log of bright yellow pastry crowned his twitching sphincter, the pear-shaped unicorn's tongue lolling out as his asshole stretched to accommodate the colossal load. "Ahhh, you smell sooooo good," he said, feeling the painfully thick log of lemon pastry plop into the dish. "I can't wait to taste you all over again."

For 30 solid seconds, Aries evacuated his dessert-laden bowels into the dish, a thick, lemon paste uncoiling into the large pan just as if it had poured from a mixing bowl. As the lemony remains filled the glass, they started to rise, instantly baking into the dish with a crisp, golden crust.

Pinching off the last of the pastry with his bulging anus, Aries turned and took a deep whiff of the delicious, enticing snack; the scent of fresh baked lemon bars dancing across his olfactory senses. Aries giggled as he playfully dipped a finger into the bars and gave them a taste, enthusiastically murring as the flavor coated his tongue.

"Mmmmm, you taste even better the second time around, Jonathan!"

Another heavy cramp rocked the unicorn's gut, forcing him to double over as his ass let loose another thick, cloudy fart; this time smelling of pumpkin and spice.

*FFRRRRTTTTTTTTT*

"Ooohh, I knew you had some festive spirit in you, Jonathan!"

Hurrying to another dish, Aries squatted over it before relaxing his bowels and filling the dish with a thick, reddish-brown mixture. "Ohhh, I can smell the cinnamon from here!" he gleefully proclaimed as his ass chugged out the pumpkin-flavored mixture from his puffy anus like a soft-serve machine.

"Such a rich, creamy little helper you are, Jonathan! The kids are going to love you."

As the last of the pumpkin bars traveled from unicorn ass to dish, they too began to bake and rise, enveloping the kitchen with another delicious scent.

Dump after delicious, grunting dump, Aries continued to deposit the freshly churned remains of Jonathan into his respective dishes, the kitchen awash with the scent of delicious baked good as each vessel filled to the brim with digested coon slurry.

Feeling his guts emptying out, Aries straddled the floor doggy style for extra support; the unicorn groaning as he clamped down hard to force out the runny remains of what would soon become a vanilla bunt cake. Mid-evacuation, the doorbell rang, startling the unicorn and squeezing out a pocket of gas.

*FRRRRPPPPBBBT*

The runny flour mixture sprayed all over the wall, spackling it with the dripping, sugary remains of liquefied racoon.

"Oh, dear! Look at what a mess you've made, Jonathan!" Aries said as he rose to his hooves. "Such a naughty little boy!"

Aries hiked up his training shorts as he ran a paw through his deep crack, eagerly cupping up the remains that were caked between his massive asscheeks and wolfing them down, his muzzle smacking delightedly as he licked his paw clean.

"Mmmm, so many delicious flavors! A shame I don't have someone get down there and lick the bowl clean!"

With casserole dish and spatula in hand, Aries flung the door open, the fabulous unicorn giving a mock gasp of fear as he was confronted by a group of cubs dressed as all manner of ghosts and goblins.

"My goodness! How terrifying!"

"Trick or Treat!" the young cubs proclaimed, holding their plastic pumpkins aloft for their seasonally guaranteed rewards.

Behind the eager cubs stood their smiling guardians, the adults already well-disposed to the quirky, but immensely kind and charitable unicorn at the end of the block, none of them wise to his 'baking' proclivities.

"Oh no, children," one leopard mother quipped. "Mr. Marigold gives out fresh treats, not wrapped candy."

"My darling Mrs. Dempner, for the last time, It's just Aries." The unicorn said with a limp handwave.

Even through their masks, Aries could see the children's eyes light up at the sight of his dish. Marigold Sweets and Treats, located on East Broadmoor street, was well known by the cities' sweet tooth aficionados, the tiny corner store renowned for its exuberant price tags which guaranteed a quality product that few cubs, let alone adults, were ever allowed access too, save for the few times a year that Aries Marigold gave them out not only fresh, but free.

Grabby paws reached out in squealing delight as Aries used his bright-pink spatula to cut individual squares for all the cubs, their masks quickly raised to imbibe in this rare treat. "Now, now, there's enough for everyone!" Aries said with a smile, handing out a large piece of lemon bar to each child.

A Cheshire smile crept across the unicorn's muzzle as he watched the children cram and stuff their tiny faces with his treats, the children purring and mewling as the delicious, melted down remains of Jonathan slathered their taste buds with exquisite flavor.

"Here, there's enough to go around!" Aries said, handing treats to the adult as well, the guardians practically drooling as they waited their turn for Aries' legendary deserts. Fistful after fistful, adult and cub alike filled their maws with the delicious, excreted remains of a once dower, sad little racoon; the boy bringing more joy to people as the extruded remains of a magical unicorn's rectum than he ever did as a flesh and blood living being.

"How DO you do it, Aries?" the leopard asked through smacking teeth.

"I owe it all to my assistant, my dear. He's the real star of the show."

"Oh! Where is he? I'd love to thank him for all his hard work."

"Don't worry, my dear. I believe you're already well acquainted with him," he said with a smile. "And trust me, I think he's already aware of your praise."

Confused, but happy nonetheless, the parents and cubs waved goodbye, the lot of them still licking and sucking at their paws, unknowingly captivated by the taste of a fat unicorn's ass.

Guest after guest rolled in through the night, each as elated as the last to greedily wolf down the treats Aries doled out to them, the twisted unicorn giggling to himself every time they squealed with delight, joyously ignorant as they stuffed themselves with his waste.

As the night drew to a close, Aries turned off his porch light, the tiring unicorn ready for some respite as he leaned against the closed door. Aries poked his thicker, saggier belly, pleased to see the racoon hanging off his gut. "You look utterly fantastic on me, Jonathan," he said, kneading his pot belly with joy.

Before the aroused unicorn could make his way upstairs, the door knocked lightly. It would seem he had one last guest.

Opening the door with a genuine all-star smile, Aries was greeted to a jet-black, rotund dragon child, his rather muscular father, and well behind them at the street, a large, pear-shaped teenage dragon, his hands shoved into his oversized hoodie as he kicked at rocks.

The round little boy was appropriately dressed as a pumpkin --no doubt the only comfortable thing his chubby little body could find--while his father wore an apologetic smile.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Marigold. I know it's very late," the father said, holding his rotund son by the shoulders. "My troublesome older son made it impossible for me to get out of the house sooner with Tucker here."

"You know how it is with teenagers," the father snarled, thumbing to his son back on the street, the man clearly at his wit's end dealing with his eldest offspring. "Always so damn lazy."

"Oh! It's no problem at all!" Aries said, quickly reaching for and presenting the casserole dish, yet crestfallen as he realized it was empty. "Oh my! It would appear I'm all out."

As if on cue, Aries' belly grumbled, his guts churning and bubbling to life. "Oh! I believe my assistant has one last dish for you! If you'll please excuse me, honey, I'll be right back."

With the front door cracked open, the two guests watched the voluptuous unicorn hustle to the kitchen, his hands clasped over his monstrous posterior. Father and son cocked an eyebrow as they heard the clattering of dishes and heavy grunting, the fey unicorn's voice barely audible as it came out of the kitchen.

"Come on, be a good boy, Jonathan, and get in there."

What sounded like heavy splats and sputtering left the dragons even more perplexed.

"Ahhhh, that's it, nice and smooth, fill it up dense and thick for our last guest, don't be shy about it."

A moment of silence passed before the the unicorn came back into view, one hand clasping the casserole dish while the other adjusted his ill-fitting shorts.

"Here you go, sweety. The last dish of the night, fresh from the oven."

The rotund little dragon boy snatched the dish away with the quickness, his eyes going wide as he stared at the huge glass container of brownies.

"It's all yours, you sweet little thing, no need to share."

Tucker greedily dug into the brownies, shoveling an entire fistful into his maw.

"Mmmmm, delicious!" he mumbled, spilling crumbs all over his pumpkin costume. "They're still warm!"

Aries patted the little scamp on the head and tussled his scales, the tiny dragon too engrossed in shoveling another mouthful to even notice. "I'm delighted you like them, sweetheart."

"Quite a hard-working assistant you've got back there, Mr. Marigold." The Father chimed in. "Wish my good-for-nothing son had that sort of gumption. I don't imagine you're hiring" he said with a dismissive chuckle.

"Please, just call me Aries, sweety. And wouldn't you know it, I could use a new assistant. My latest one has worked himself right out tonight and is rather pooped."

Aries pulled a business card from the coat rack near the door and handed it to the pleasantly surprised father, the deft unicorn eyeing up the boy on the street, silently assessing his build and capacities.

"I'm the co-owner of Marigold Sweets and Treats on Broadmoor Street," he said, quickly restoring eye contact with the father. "Make sure your son shows up next Saturday and I'm sure the store manager and I can find a way to turn his work ethic around with a job he'll love."

Beaming, the father shook Aries paw. "Thank you so much! My boy, Joel, is a real laze about, but I guarantee he'll be there, hell or high water!"

Aries smiled warmly as the man joyously shook his paw again before ushering his son away from the door, the fat dragon child still shoveling fistfuls of Jonathan's regurgitated remains into his face.

Aries waved goodbye as the two made their way to the street, a warm feeling filling his belly as he watched Joel, the girly, pear-shaped dragon waddle down the street at his father's barking orders.

"See, Jonathan. Everyone loved you," he said to his flabby belly as he closed the door. "My workers always thought you were a little shit, but come Monday, they'll certainly come to know what a tasty little shit you can be."

Before dragging his wide body up the stairs for some well-earned alone time, Aries grabbed his phone and dialed up his shop, expecting to get the answering machine this late at night.

"Hello there, Hun, it's Aries. I just want to let you know I think I've finally found a suitable candidate," he said excitedly. "His name's Joel, and he should be arriving next Saturday. Trust me on this one, sweety, he's perfect. Marigold Sweets and Treats will finally be expanding our product line, so make sure the equipment is ready so we can put him right to work. Good evening, honey. I hope you're Halloween night is as lovely as mine."

Aries sighed as he locked the door and turned off the porch light, excited to relieve the tension in his loins that had been building all night, but nowhere near as excited for the coming Saturday, the unicorn endlessly eager to put the dragon's eldest son to work, whether he wanted to or not.

-End.