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Hannah sighed as she exited the shower, wrapping a towel around her frame and stepping into her room. It was a mild night for the end of October, and she kept her window open to allow the cool fall air to drift into the Victorian style bedroom. She sighed, brushing out her auburn hair as her tail swished lazily behind her. "This just isn't any fun... I wish I had someone to play with." She muttered, noticing that it was getting to her time of the month and her heat was building. Earlier the day she almost jumped one of her coworkers in the bathroom just for a taste of satisfaction, but she'd been warned before and knew that one more time and she'd be out of a job.

"I suppose now is as good a time as any." She said, unwrapping the towel and flopping lazily on the bed. Her wet fur soaked into the bedsheets as she opened up and rummaged around in her nightstand, pulling out one of the various dildos she kept inside it. "Your turn, Mr. Dragon." She sang, licking the ribbed features of the silicon shaft. She knew it was a poor substitute to the real thing, but in her situation, there wasn't anything she could do. Suddenly, she heard a knock on her door. "Hannah, are you done in the shower yet? It's almost supper time." Hannah froze before groaning. "Yes mom, I know that and I told you I ate before I got home." She replied, somewhat annoyed her mother had interrupted her fantasy, but at the same time, glad she did. "Half a salad is hardly a filling meal, you need to eat more or you'll never find a good man."

"And I told you, I wasn't feeling that hungry today!" Hannah said, walking towards her closet and pulling her Halloween costume out. She knew it drove her mom up a wall when she wore the "Naughty Witch" costume, but that made it even better than simply being able to show off more skin than her puritanical mother approved. "Well, your father and I are off to his office party, please hand out the candy, and don't eat it all like last year." Her mother said before walking down the stairs outside her door. "Alright mom..." Hannah said, even though she knew she would sample some of it before it was time for trick or treating.

"Alright, it's 6:30. Trick or treat doesn't begin for another thirty minutes, I think I have time for a little fun." She said, walking back to her bed where the dildo stood on its base. "Miss me?" She asked, pretending there was someone attached to it as she dripped lube on the silicone shaft. "Cause I certainly missed you." Hannah pulled her panties down and let the tip rest between the folds of her labia, the rigid silicone tip rested neatly in between the two lips. All she needed to do was push in and... "Augh!" She moaned as the easily dildo sank into her tight depths. The ribs spread her sex wider as the dragon's cock sank down to the knotted base. Pulling it out, Hannah let out another gasp as the muscle in her vaginal canal clung to the soft ribs, bringing her closer to climaxing than most of her other dildos. Even her ovipositor couldn't match the feeling as she pushed it back in, bringing the tip right to the entrance of her cervix. Hannah repeated this motion, moaning loudly until she climaxed, arching her back and pushing the dildo into her all the way past the knot.

She panted and giggled as she checked the time. "6:40... I think I've had enough fun for one night." Hannah pulled the dildo out of her slit with a wet pop as the knot, thoroughly drenched in her juices, sent shivers up her spine as her sensitive lips were stretched. The rest came out with relative ease as her juices clung to the ribbed crevasses and ran down along the length, dripping on her bed as she tossed it to the side. Hannah wiped her juices from her crotch before pulling up her panties. "Well, time to set up for the brats." She muttered, wishing she could continue her session with the other dildos in her collection.

By 6:55, Hannah had set up everything she needed for the trick-or-treaters in her neighborhood, though she was sure not all of them would still be in grade school. In past years, boys and girls from the local colleges would sometimes flood the neighborhood, either out of personal reasons or fraternity dares, and Hannah's was no different. By 7:30, almost half the people Hannah saw were from her college, and every so often, she'd run up and hug one of her sorority sisters. However, nothing of any note happened, until another Trick-or-Treater walked up to Hannah as she scrolled down her twitter feed. "Well, what have we here? Another witch sitting and moping on her front porch when she should be out having fun? My, my, what is this world coming too?"

Looking up, Hannah barely made out the shape of her best friend Taylor, as she knelt down and put her hands on Hannah's lap. "Tay! Oh my god!" Hannah said, putting her phone down and tackling her friend in a hug. "It's been forever!" Taylor smiled and hugged Hannah back before pushing her off and standing up, brushing the grass and dirt off her own costume. "It has, still wearing that old thing?" Taylor said, joking about Hannah's costume as Hannah huffed. "Well at least it still fits, aren't you a little too old to wear that?" Taylor giggled, pretending to stretch out her own costume only to give her friend a rather sumptuous view of her body. Hannah smiled and hugged her friend again, giving her a quick kiss as the two sat and talked.

Towards the end of the night, Taylor saw her friends pull up and start signaling for her to leave. "I guess it's time, but before I forget, there was this weird old man handing out gum to a lot of the girls around town, he gave me two pieces despite saying one was enough." Taylor tossed the piece of gum at Hannah before she started down the walk way. "Oh, and he said not to eat it until exactly midnight." Before Hannah could respond, Taylor closed the door and the car exited her cul-de-sac. "Well that was weird." Hannah mumbled, picking up the empty candy bowl and heading inside her house.

She knew her parents wouldn't be back until well after midnight, and she figured that locking the house wouldn't be too bad since they had the remote for the garage. "Don't eat it until Midnight... okay Taylor, I'll take your word, but it better not taste like ass." Hannah said as she walked up to her room and stripped out of her costume, leaving only her lace underwear on as she watched the clock. Hannah entertained herself as she waited for the promised time to come, and when it did, she promptly popped the gumball in her mouth and chewed it. Unsurprisingly to her, nothing happened as she chewed the gum, blowing a bubble every now and again until she got tired and tried to spit it out.

Then, she felt it begin to grow inside her mouth. "What the-" She managed to say before it completely filled her mouth. Hannah tried spitting the growing wad out only to succeed in blowing a bubble of ever increasing size and frailty. When it popped, Hannah felt it cover her face as it began creeping over her body. She clawed and grasped at the pink substance only to have it stick to her hands work its way up her arms. Hannah feared the gum would suffocate her as she slipped and fell to the ground, trying to pull her hands free of the growing pick blob that engulfed her head and shoulders. Soon, she found it reaching her chest as a slight tingling began to ripple through her body.

"Am I seriously getting off to this?!" She thought, panicking even harder as the blob engulfed her breasts, causing a low moan to escape through the glob of sweet candy still in her mouth. As it expanded, she noticed that in some portions it became thinner as she could barely make out the light shining from her lamp and her nostrils managed to secure a direct line of oxygen after two small pops emanated from her muzzle. However, this did not mean that the gum was losing its strength as it eventually engulfed her body, trapping Hannah in a tight, pink cocoon. She felt the gum tighten as is formed to her body, and through the pink prison she inhabited, Hannah thought she heard someone laughing as she felt something begin coiling around her body.

Hannah felt a sharp pinch as her muzzle was enveloped and her nostrils were invaded by two long tendrils that fed down into her throat, filling her lungs with an obnoxiously sweet odor that rendered her unconscious within a matter of seconds. Next thing she knew, she was hanging from a tree outside her house, though nothing seemed right. She thought it was the gas messing with her vision as everything seemed warped and out of proportion, but even as she shook her head to try to clear it, it still remained the same distorted parody of her home. "What the hell?" She muttered, looking around and seeing well over a dozen similar cocoons, some were empty with large holes in the bottom, others were still holding their occupants captive in various states of unconsciousness.

From the outside, Hannah saw the other cocoons were seemingly hard as a rock, but inside, she figured, like hers, were soft and sticky with some sort of fluid acting as a barrier between her body and the walls of her prison. Suddenly, she felt the cocoon give out from under her as she fell to the ground in a waterfall of purple goop. The ground didn't hurt too much when she landed, but never the less, she grimaced as she felt dull pain radiate through her body. "Jesus Christ... that really smarts." She said, trying to wipe the sticky goop from her body, and moaning as she felt her skin tingle with pleasure. "Okay... so purple stuff makes me horny. This wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't stuck in this freaky ass nightmare." She muttered, spitting some from her mouth despite its sweet taste.

Standing up, Hannah looked around, trying to find some semblance of sanity within the mindless parody she currently resided in. "HANNAH! RUN!!!" She heard, turning around to see Taylor running towards her with two other women, each of whom were in similar situations to hers. Hannah looked at her friend with a mixture of relief and suspicion as she watch the group close the distance, until she saw what was behind her.

A creature about the size of her house barreled towards the group, tentacles lashing out every so often as it attempted to capture the feeling women. She felt herself freeze in terror as her hair stood on end, trying to comprehend the lovecraftian monstrosity that was moving towards her. It was when Taylor grabbed and slapped her out of her fear, that Hannah found the motivation to run as it grabbed one of the girls from Taylor's group. Looking back, Hannah screamed as she saw the giraffe pulled against the creature's skin as dozens of smaller tentacles erupted and slowly began to engulf her body, leaving only her head visible as another tentacle pushed its way into her mouth. Then, Hannah saw about a dozen other women trapped in the same position, each one screaming in fear, lust, or both as the creature let out a triumphant roar before it took up its chase again.

Hannah, Taylor, and the other woman, a shark who looked like she just graduated high school managed to escape the creature by busting down the door of one of the houses, though Hannah doubted that it offered much safety. The creature roared in frustration after it lost its prey and its probes into the house proved fruitless. Once it left, Hannah, still panting in exhaustion, stormed up to her friend and slapped her on the cheek. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" She shouted, grabbing Taylor and turning her towards herself. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" In response Taylor took her turn to slap Hannah before responding in a similar manner to what she expected. "I don't know! I don't know what's going on, nor do I know what that pumpkin headed freak that was chasing us was!" Hannah looked at her friend with fear, anger, and confusion as she tried to yell some more, but realized that it wasn't going to help anything. "So what do we do? Just wait here for it to come back, and then what?"

The group of women looked around at each other as the question hung in the air. What were they going to do? Each one felt they had something to say as they waited for someone to break the awful silence that had fallen over the world. Eventually, the shark spoke in a timid, yet commanding voice. "Maybe we should wait here." She said as Taylor and Hannah looked at her, dumbfounded. "I mean, it's probably safer we stay in here where we can easily barricade any entrances than out there with that... thing roaming around." Both girls looked at the shark girl, trying to think of something better before Taylor responded. "Yeah, you're right Beth, in that case, let's go upstairs where, hopefully, nothing else will try to eat us." Taylor said, leading the trio up the crooked and contorted staircase.

The three explored the upstairs of the house, finding things just as contorted as they were outside. Rooms seemed like they were pulled from either a Picasso or an M.C. Escher painting and each floor board seemed to creek like it was from the set of a cheap horror movie. Eventually, Beth found a room where it seemed like the three women would be safe, after all, where better to hide than a room overlooking the street. With their hideout more or less decided, Hannah and Taylor set about making it as comfortable as possible, raiding the other room for bedding materials and the adjacent houses for food or other items that could help. During their exploration, Hannah found a baseball bat, but she doubted it would do much should that creature that took the giraffe come back.

When Taylor and Hannah went back to the room, they couldn't find Beth, and the room was in ruins, like something broke in and attacked Beth. "Oh shit... don't tell me there are other monsters here too." Hannah thought, creeping into the room as she noticed a trail of purple slime, similar to what was in her cocoon. Looking at where it led, both girls a hidden room within their hideout with several pieces of furniture. Each one seemed to be leaking purple slime and muffled moans could be heard coming from within. Muffled moans seemed to come from each one as they entered and every so often, one would shudder as screams forced their way out. Towards the end of the room, the two girls saw a trunk that seemed to shudder and shake as if something was fighting to get out. Suddenly, the lid flew open as Beth looked at the two girls with fear in her eyes. The inside of the trunk seemed to be filled with purple tentacles as they fought to keep her inside, Beth's muffled cries for help prompting immediate action from both Hannah and Taylor.

Hannah began hitting the trunk with a myriad of blows from her bat as Taylor tried pulling Beth from the monster's clutches. The trunk found it almost impossible to defend itself and keep its prey secured at the same time as it tried to block Hannah's assault and keep Beth from escaping as Taylor pried and clawed at the tentacles. Hannah continued whacking it with that bat before deciding to focus on the insides, noting that the tentacles themselves provided enough of a buffer to prevent any harm from coming to Beth. One by one, Hannah beat the tentacles off the shark, managing to free her mouth and arms as Beth screamed in lust laced fear. Her skin dripped with the purple goop as the trunk began spilling it onto the floor, trying to force Hannah away as a last means of defense before Hannah drove the bat into the creature's flesh.

It let out a deafening scream as it shuddered and seemingly died, purple goop gurgling as Taylor managed pull Beth from its tendrils. Beth writhed on the floor, screaming as fear and lust vied for control over her psyche, eventually falling silent as she panted in sporadic breaths. "Jesus Christ!" Taylor said, dropping to her knees as she tried to calm the girl down. Hannah noticed two tentacles still attached to her crotch and tail hole, as well as a sizable bulge her stomach as the tentacles pulsed and jerked. Grabbing one, Hannah pulled it out as a large deluge of the purple goop rushed forth from her gaping slit. "Taylor, pull the other one out of her!" She said, grabbing the one attached to her tail hole as Taylor realized what was going on. Together, both girls managed to pry the nearly three feet of tentacle from Beth as the rest of the purple goop dribbled out of her holes.

"We need to leave. Now." Taylor said, looking at Hannah with a mixture of fear and revulsion in her eyes. Hannah was at a loss for words, trying to think of anything that they could do aside from leaving. "Hannah, this isn't the-" Her sentence was cut short as the trunk, still very much alive, attacked Taylor, wrapping its tentacles around her body as it pulled her into its dripping maw. Hannah looked on, too afraid to move as it began groping her friend, its tentacles slithering around her body as it began drenching her in the goop. Then, it pushed a tentacle into her friends slit, making a rather sizable bulge as Taylor gasped in artificial lust. She looked at Hannah with fear as another one forced her to swallow its length, causing a small bulge to form in her stomach as her final hole was filled by one last tentacle.

The creature seemed to mock Hannah as it ravaged her friend in front of her, thrusting violently as muffled moans of fear slowly turned to lust. Soon, Taylor sounded like she enjoyed it, screaming loudly as her body trembled in orgasmic bliss even as the tentacles kept pounding her. Then, as if to taunt her further, the tentacles began curling around her friends heavy mounds, squeezing them and playing with her tits as both were engulfed by two. All the while, Hannah was powerless to interfere, paralyzed by the scene as out of the corner of her eyes, she saw two heavy tentacles begin slithering towards her and Beth. Unable to move, Hannah could only tremble as the tips dripped with fluid, dropping some of it on her crotch as she saw her friend suddenly tense up as purple slime slowly streamed out of her holes. Then, the tentacle in front of her emptied its load, covering her head and chest in the purple goop while the other liberally sprayed Beth in the slime.

The trunk closed its lid, sealing her friend in her new prison of lust as Hannah found herself rubbing her stiffened clit. Looking over, she could only shudder as Beth simply laid there, wide eyed as every twitch caused her to tumble in and out of orgasms. Summoning up whatever willpower Hannah had left, she crawled from the room when she heard a low groan. Turning around, she saw Beth try to stand as she swayed from side to side on unstable legs. "Are you alright?!" Hannah said, trying to stand with her before collapsing to the ground. Beth only groaned as she looked at Hannah with shame and embarrassment before collapsing herself. Hannah crawled over to Beth, pulling her out of the room before the wall shut and sealed itself.

She shuddered, trying to make sense of everything she had seen and trying to rationalize herself into mental stability. But she couldn't, nothing in this world made sense to her, everything seemed like it was designed to be some sick pervert's fever dream gone mad, and worse yet, she had no idea what brought her to this realm in the first place. Looking over at Beth, Hannah saw her curled up into fetal position as she mumbled to herself. Both girls seemed to be in the same place mentally as Hannah held her shuddering compatriot. "Hey, we'll get out of this." She said, trying to find any reason that it would. She had a feeling there was some way to get out of the world, though she doubted it would be anything easy, nor less mentally scarring than what they had already witnessed.

Hannah continued to hold Beth, hoping that there was some measure of consolation the two could offer each other, but neither could say anything that did not make their situation more hopeless. Instead, with unsteady legs, the two girls made their way out of the house and towards the forest that lay just past a twisted, gnarled pumpkin patch that passed itself off as garden. Hannah glanced at the plants as she supported Beth's body with hers and promised she wouldn't let her go, however, she couldn't help but come to the conclusion that it was between her self-preservation and Beth's, she'd choose to save her own skin. Hannah couldn't stand this place and wanted to get out as soon as possible, and if that meant sacrificing the last person in her party to do so, but only as a last resort she told herself. She didn't have to wait long, however as looking around, Hannah saw the plants seemed to move in congruence with the two girls. Vines and individual pumpkins themselves followed the two as Hannah noticed faces seemed to form on them until twisted and hollow eyes similar to that of Jack-O-Lanterns grinned with malicious intent.

Hannah tried to coax Beth to go faster, however, Beth hadn't regained full control over her body yet, and when Hannah felt something tug Beth towards the tangle of vines, Hannah felt panic and loosened her grip. Next thing she knew, Beth was pulled into the pumpkin patch, unable to offer up any meaningful resistance as her body reacted sluggishly to the swift and unnerving efficiency of the patch's assault. Hannah wanted to run away, but found herself rooted in place by morass of black slime that glued her left foot to the ground. "HANNAH! HEL-" Beth yelled, though her words came out slurred and drunken before her mouth was tied shut by several of the fibrous vines. Before long, Beth was completely immobilized, her arms and legs bound together in some cruel, yet sublime manner. Hannah couldn't bear to watch the pumpkins wind their way up to Beth's body as she shook and continued to struggle in the patch's trap. Suddenly, Hannah heard a blood curdling scream as she turned over to look at her trapped compatriot.

Her heart sank lower than it had when they lost Taylor as Hannah watched the pumpkins vomit up black, rubbery sludge onto Beth as the vines seemed to smooth it out around her body. Beth struggled even more as her legs were bonded together, the vines teasing her body as if they took sick pleasure in humiliating their victims. The vines seemed to be able to slip in and out of the black goo with ease as Hannah saw them slither around Beth's legs before an eruption of spasms shook Beth's body. Beth shook violently in the vines as her cries grew more frantic, but there was nothing she could do. Her lower body was already encased in the black goo, which seemed to act like hardened rubber. At the same time, one of the pumpkins moved over Beth's head, learing down at her as the vines let go of her mouth. Next thing that came out of her mouth was a shriek before it was muffled as the pumpkin unnaturally unhinged its jaw and swallowed Beth's head down the neck.

Hannah saw bulges move up the vine that held the pumpkin currently engulfing Beth's head as more of the black goo seemed to gush out of its mouth. When it let go, Hannah gasped as Beth's head was completely encased in the hardening goop, save for small openings in her nose and mouth. But what alarmed Hannah was the wiggling tail that seemed to push its way into Beth's body, causing a bulge to emerge in her throat before settling in her newly gravid stomach. "God... no... please, no." She muttered, feeling the tentacles begin coiling around her body. There was no resistance as the pumpkins methodically covered her body in the goop, and even when the pumpkin leered at Hannah, she didn't fight back. Only when it screamed at her, did she slip out of her fear induced trance and scream back before she felt the black, pulpy flesh of the pumpkin against her face. She screamed harder, feeling the goo stick to her head as it continued swallowing her down to her neck. Next thing she knew, her mouth was pried open as something large pushed its way down her throat, overriding her gag reflex as her slit and ass were violently violated.

She felt the tube undulate within her throat as her body shook and spasmed in its rubbery cage, her body tried to fight back as she continued to gag until a large bulge in the tube forced its way past her jaw. Tears streamed down her eyes as the bulge pushed its way into her throat before coming to rest with a heavy thud in her stomach. Soon, similar bulges rested at the precipices of her ass and slit before she felt them part violently as the bulges rocketed through her body, leaving her with pangs of pain mixed with pleasure as more continued to push through her throbbing holes. Hannah felt her stomach and womb distend as one after another, the bulges turned into orbs that seemed to shake and jumble around inside her, forcing her to cum as the pleasure overrode pain and her mind began begging for more.

Unbeknownst to her, Beth was undergoing the same treatment as the two girls moaned and orgasmed almost in synchronist, their bodies becoming bloated as more and more orange sized orbs stretched their form until a large, hot jet of fluid rounded out their belly. Both girls came hard as the tubes pulled out of their bodies, the goop molding around and sealing their holes to prevent anything from escaping. Hannah couldn't see or feel anything outside the rubber shell, but her mind didn't need to, every twitch her body made jostled the orbs, sending her spiraling into an orgasm as her body was planted in the center of the patch, next to Beth. A familiar chuckling made it through the rubber that covered Hannah's ears as the words "Sleep tight, next year we'll have some more fun" began echoing in her slowly fading consciousness.