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“All-Hallows Past”

It was late outside; the compound was dark as Winston slowly made his way through the corridors. Gibraltar hadn’t changed much in the past seven years, the same old blips coming from the same old consoles; it wasn’t much of a distraction as the gorilla swiped his finger along the pad in his hand. He didn’t pay much attention to where he was going anymore, each step was counted; with the occasional glance up to swipe his finger at the doors as he passed through each one and into the next. There was a chill in the air; one that shook Winston to his very core as a broken door he’d been investigating stood before him; an opening to the outside. He adjusted his glasses and exhaled, watching the sliver of mist exit his nostrils. He placed his pad on the ground and crouched to his knuckles before sitting in front of the door; the toolbox sitting there in easy grabbing range as he pulled a screwdriver out and began to tweak the corridor.

“BOO!”

Winston rolled back at the sight of a large, orange pumpkin that suddenly appeared in the doorway; behind it popped a familiar pair of eyes with a wide smile underneath. “Gotcha, Winston!” As the slender female let out a raucous laugh. “Cheers, love!”

Winston growled as he rolled over and stood back up. “Lena, it’s not nice of you to sneak up on someone like that. You could’ve given...” He paused, then glanced at the nearby panel. “Athena an excuse to chide me again on my workout regimine.”

Tracer’s smirk was drawn out as her eyes rolled. “Oh come on; you know what time of year it is...”

“Yes. It’s the end of October.” Winston proclaimed. “And I have work to do.”

“You always get to be so sour around this time of year.” She said. “I remember when you fixed my--” She fidgeted with the glowing device strapped to her chest, briefly flickering out and back into vision before the gorilla’s eyes. “--condition, it was around Halloween. We had so much fun when I came back. You took me trick or treatin’ like I was a kid again. We ate candy that night until we were sick.”

Winston grumbled a bit as he continued his work; casually ignoring Tracer’s wild movements as he did so. He only noticed she’d stopped laughing when she put her hands on his shoulders. “C’mon big guy...what’s with the down spirits on Halloween all the time now?”

“I’ve outgrown that stupid holiday.” Winston said angrily all of a sudden, making Lena take a step back as he glared at her. “All this... candy and trick-or-treating... it’s for the birds.”

“What are you talking about?” Tracer asked, trying to infuse levity into the conversation. “You always loved goin’ around and--”

“Look at me!” Winston barked, thumping his chest. “Do you think parents would let their kids around me? Do you think they’d understand? No! I’m always looked at like--” He sighed and turned his glare from her. “Like some kind of a freak.”

“It’s supposed to be the one night of a year where you’re one of thousands of freaks though...” Tracer said comfortingly. “You shouldn’t be ashamed--”

“They know.” Winston said. “People always know. And I am sick of being looked at like nothing more than a savage talking gorilla...”

“Winst--” Tracer said, ready to put a hand on the monkey’s shoulder, but he quickly shrugged it off.

“I’ve got a lot of work to do, Lena.” He said as he got up and returned the tool to the box before stepping off, not even fixing the door he was working on. “Good night.” He said.

Tracer stood there for a minute, her cheery smile turning into a down-trodden frown. “Good night, Winston.” She said, mostly to herself now before turning around and walking away with her hands now stuffed into her jacket pockets. “Happy Halloween...”

It had grown late and Winston had already gotten ready for bed; one too many nights he had been awakened in the middle of the night, only to go running through the base buck-naked had ended when the gorilla had a soundly awkward run-in with Ana, and he had gotten into the habit of wearing blue pin-striped pajama pants and a cap to bed at night. He yawned wide, stretched his massive arms out and fell into the sheets of his bed to curl up. The cold atmosphere of the lab only felt colder at night when the heating went down to fifty degrees, but it only took a few seconds for Winston to nod off; listening to the familiar computer chirps and monitor beeps in the next room.

Suddenly, Winston opened his eyes and bolted upright only to see a ghostly visage; Winston’s spine tingled at the sight, it was Reinhardt; but without his helmet, his head floated almost ghostly over the frame of his armor; his massive muscular frame hidden under its shiny blackness. “Winston...” He spoke in an eerie voice, his tone echoing through the room as Winston pulled his blankets up to his face, hindering all but his eyes and the top of his head.

“R-Reinhardt? What are you doing here?”

“I come to warn you. Tonight you will be visited by three ghosts: The Ghosts of Halloween; at three, the ghost of Halloween Future; at two, the Ghost of Halloween Present; and at one, the Ghost of Halloween Past.”

Winston raised an eyebrow and stared at the visage. “Something tells me I should be writing to Charles Dickens about this one...” Just as Winston spoke, he heard the eerie sound of a clock chiming off a series of chords. He didn’t own a grandfather clock; but there it sounded, clear as a bell. It chimed one. He tightened up and he looked around. “Waaaait a minute.” He said. “Where’s the ghost of Halloween Past? Don’t tell me you ghosts can’t keep the time.”

Reinhardt pondered for a moment, then a spark seemed to ignite. “Oh wait! That’s me!”

In an instant, there was a flash of light and all of a sudden, the massive, burly beast of a man was naked in front of Winston: From his neck down; his flesh looked almost normal, tanned panel of a man, his body littered with thick patches of white hair, indicating Reinhardt’s elder age; but he was far from an old man. Winston couldn’t help but stare as his eyes poured over Reinhardt’s body as he flexed his arms downward to show off every inch; it took Winston a moment to shake his head out of the daze.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Winston said; looking again into the ghostly eyes that peered down at him. “This doesn’t represent my past...”

“Doesn’t it? You feel that the virility of your youth is gone; that you can’t enjoy life as you did simply because a few years have passed you by.” He lifted a leg and straddled over Winston’s bed his cock already growing rigid against Winston’s covers; the ape could feel it pulsing through the fabric and he swallowed nervously as Reinhardt pulled the covers down and leaned in to kiss him.

Winston couldn’t catch his breath; he leaned back as Reinhardt leaned down and stripped away at his covers. His thick fingers dragging through the gorilla fur on its way down south, tugging fiercely against Winston’s pants. Winston was hard as a rock, and as his pants were pulled back, he felt his member slap him sternly against his stomach. The touch of Reinhardt’s cock against his own caused it to start dripping precum in copious amounts into his fur, but for several moments, Reinhardt didn’t pull his lips away. When he finally did, a strand of drool fell between their mouths and the man grinned at him as his fingers gingerly strolled along Winston’s abdomen before firmly grasping the ape’s cock. Winston let out an audible gasp as he felt Reinhardt’s hand clench around his balls, tugging his shaft straight upward. The man licked his lips; which were still a ghastly blue color and he sat up again. Bringing his mouth down over Winston’s loins, the gorilla could feel the warm wet tongue of the german as it slid down the shaft and back up again; his lips gently kissing the top of the flesh as they pushed against Winston’s uncut, drooling mess. Reinhardt then opened his mouth and wrapped it around the head, slowly pulling himself down the thick girth of Winston’s cock until it reached the hilt. Winston was shaking at this sensation; he hadn’t gotten off in several weeks, and it felt good to feel his balls churning and Reinhardt sucking on his cock. Winston puffed his chest out, trying to keep a slow, calm breath and expand this time he had with the man, but the constant baiting of his orgasm kept him biting his lip each time the human’s mouth drove down on him. Winston felt helpless to do anything for a while and slowly laid back on his pillow, watching the sea of muscle wiggle and writhe in front of him. He exhaled and shuddered; his hands pressing down with more urgency on Reinhardt’s back.

“AHH! Gggck!” Winston managed a few syllables before he felt his cock explode into Rein’s mouth.

To Winston’s surprise, his ejaculate began to shoot freely through Reinhardt’s translucent blue head, raining streams of cum all over the man’s fleshy back; but Reinhardt’s throat tightened up anyway, swallowing what he couldn’t swallow before finally pulling his head back with a smile. “Just remember; you’re as young as you feel.” He said. “I mean look at me, I’m still as handsome and dashing as ever, no?” He gave a laugh, then winked before vanishing.

The entire room was dark again and Winston was alone once more. It was as if nothing had happened; though the ache in Winston’s loins told him something had. He returned his pants to where they had been and laid back down in his bed. Slowly falling asleep this time; unsure if he’d actually experienced what he had experienced.

The clock from before chimed again, sending Winston bolting upright in his bed. He had fallen asleep pretty hard, and for a moment had forgotten about his earlier visit. He yawned widely and scuttled out of his bed, draping his blanket around himself as he headed out of his room. Yawning wide, he moaned out: “Athena, set the temperature to sixty-five degrees please...” He said.

Athena’s vocals were off at this time of night; but a chime indicated that she heard the request, and immediately the vents started to pump out warmth as Winston made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen below. Yawning he opened the fridge; after a few moments of searching, he found his jar of peanut butter and picked it up. He looked at it and sighed. “Last one...” He said to himself. “Guess I’m going to have to call for a supply ru--UAAAAHHHH!” His conversation to himself turned into a screech that could have woken the dead; as he closed the refrigerator door, he saw the massive form of Roadhog standing behind it staring at him. His eyes hidden beneath the visage of Frankenstein’s monster; his mouth barely visible under the heavy makeup. Winston gasped in surprise and grabbed his chest. “HOLY HELL!” He screamed. “Mako! What in the blazes?!” He paused and looked at the beastly man. “Are you the... the Ghost of Halloween Present?”

With a grunt and a nod; Roadhog brought his hand forward, then snapped his fingers. The scenery changed in an instant, and suddenly the two were standing in an apartment. For a moment, Winston was confused, but then he saw Lena exiting a nearby bathroom dressed in a night shirt and not much else.

“So... what happened, Lena?” A voice from behind Winston said as he noticed her girlfriend Emily was lying in the bed as Tracer slowly walked toward her with the toothbrush in her mouth. “He wasn’t happy to see you?”

“I don’t know about all that...” She said before taking the toothbrush out, spitting it into a nearby bin and checking her teeth in a small mirror. “But he’s always so lonely on Halloween... guess I can see why he’d want to isolate himself.”

“But we’re his friends.” Emily admitted. “If Halloween is important to you, shouldn’t it be important to him too?”

Lena shrugged before climbing into the bed with Emily, cuddling against her under the blankets. “I guess so... but sometimes...at least lately, he’s really been scaring me.”

As the lights went out, the area around Winston and Roadhog began to appear vague. “You’ve isolated yourself from your closest friends; chosen to spend what would otherwise be a fun-filled holiday and made it about yourself and your loneliness.” Roadhog said. “Do you really want that to be how you’re remembered?”

“I--ah...” Winston frowned for a moment, puzzled. “No, I guess not.”

“Buahahaha...” Roadhog chuckled; his entire body jiggling before he brought his fingers up, and with a snap; the two found themselves elsewhere:

It was a bright, sunny beach. Winston looked down to find himself dressed in a dark blue speedo and a pair of shining sunglasses on his face. Looking ahead of him, Winston couldn’t help but lower the glasses from his eyes to spy Roadhog lying half-asleep on a spread out beach towel. No longer looking like Junkenstein’s Monster; he simply had his mask on and a pair of skimpy red speedos that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Instantly he sprang an erection that made him stare down at it.

“Hey. Think you could add a little lotion to m’back?” Roadhog grunted, placing a bottle of sunblock to his side. “Can’t reach those hard-to-reach places...”

Winston could barely contain himself, but he tried. He cleared his throat and approached Roadhog; crouching down, he plucked the bottle up and spread a long strand of white lotion across the man’s back. While not as hairy as Reinhardt, Roadhog still had the size to impress the gorilla; as his hands slathered across the flesh, Winston leaned in to roll the palms of his hands across Roadhog’s shoulders, trying to ignore the fact that the man’s ass was turning his shaft into a hot dog. It twitched slightly and Roadhog intentionally began to squeeze his butt around the speedo-laden member. Winston’s hands drew back slowly and climbed down the big-bellied behemoth before rounding his hips and climbing upward again. Again, Roadhog’s ass tightened around the speedo and Winston could feel himself throbbing; aching to be released. His second trip back, Winston playfully slid his fingers under the string-sized sides of the garment and tugged it back, revealing Roadhog’s backside;

As Winston thought, there were no tanlines along Roadhog’s butt. He was a man of nature and probably went nude any chance he could. The sight that beheld Winston was glorious though; firm, round butt with only a bit of flab down near the base of each cheek that rippled slightly as the speedo snapped around his thighs. As Winston’s hands caressed the cheeks, he spread them apart, revealing the ring of flesh between them. Winston leaned in and dragged his tongue along the ring, feeling Roadhog’s body shake slightly as it felt the tongue tease his taint and circle the flesh. It didn’t take much to rile Winston up when he saw something he liked and firmly, the beast slapped his palms onto the warm, baking flesh. He watched Roadhog’s thick cock as it swelled in size, pumping out a few strands of white that began to streak the towel under him. Roadhog growled a bit and moaned, looking back at him. “That’s it... good and deep...” He huffed as he stretched his back out, shaking his butt in Winston’s face. The gorilla enjoyed this and began to impatiently tear away at his speedo, the pool that had been welling in them draining out as he finally pulled his cock loose and began to play with himself as he pressed his tongue deep into Roadhog’s ass. Roadhog moaned complacently, reaching back to help spread his ass and indulge Winston’s fancy. As Winston finally released the bindings of his speedo he sat up and began to squeeze his cock between Roadhog’s cheeks groaning in a feral delight as the man squirmed under him. With a beastial lust, Winston grabbed Roadhog by the arms and flipped him over onto his back so that he could face the man. He considered removing the mask, but thought otherwise as he watched his own looming reflection in the goggles that Roadhog wore; opting to leave his true face to the mystery.

Using the bottle provided, Winston poured the contents down between them and pressed his cock inward, driving himself into the man’s ass without much caution. Roadhog howled out in pain, his neck rolling back as his hands tightened against Winston’s ass. The man’s legs spread, allowing Winston more freedom to move and Winston instantly grabbed Roadhog’s thighs, lifting them higher as he plunged inward.

Winston moaned loudly, growling between every two or three breaths as he loomed and dragged his tongue across the man’s chest. He could taste Roadhog’s cum pouring up his stomach and over his chest, he was on the verge of popping already, and Winston was right behind him. With a slow, deliberate pull out, Winston drove himself in with all his strength bellowing out a roar that flooded the beach in his noise as he began to flood the man full of his cum. Roadhog was immediately behind him, howling out as he came; shooting all over his face, his goggles, his hair; everything. With a sated breath, Roadhog shuddered and raised his hand. Winston knew what was going to happen only a second before it did and he couldn’t stop him. Roadhog once again snapped his fingers...

Suddenly, Winston was alone again; his surroundings had darkened considerably, but he could feel a cold, grassy ground under his feet. His speedos had gone, he was no longer in his pajamas and quickly covered his cock with his hands as a cold wind rolled in; sending a fierce chill up his spine as the dense fogginess began to clear, revealing that he was standing in front of a gravestone. Curiously, Winston approached it. To his horror, he read his own name on the slab. “I... I died?” He said to himself, recoiling backward a few steps. “What does this have to do with Halloween?”

Instantly as he said this, the ground under Winston’s feet cracked open and vines shot from beneath him, coiling around his wrist and pulling him downward. He grunted and pulled back, resisting the binding until another vine appeared and wrapped around his other wrist. “GAHH!” He grunted as he was pulled to the ground, where yet another vine twisted around his neck.

“You are a fool.” An eerie, yet familiar voice could be heard just outside of Winston’s peripheral vision. He could hear the sound of the chimes again, this time it was coming from some nearby church tower; a large bell sounding off three clangs. “Your end has always been inevitable, monkey.” Reaper said as he formed before Winston in a swirl of smoke; wearing nothing but a skeletal codpiece and a long, black cape, the man known as Reyes’ muscular body was recognizable even under the hideous pumpkin he wore on his head. Or perhaps it was his head; as he spoke, wisps of orange light emanated from Reaper’s face. “But yours was a sad, sorry existence. You never could live with yourself; and in the end, you’re dead. You died alone and forgotten...”

Winston grunted and struggled defiantly against his bindings. “Hey... I thought the Ghost of Halloween future was supposed to be silent? Why is it you never shut up?”

Reaper chuckled in amusement as he moved toward Winston, his feet almost hovering off the ground as his hand reached out and slid along the ape’s back. Winston grasped at the ground; trying to see if he could find any way of breaking free. He heard the rattle of a chain as he glanced back and watched Gabe remove the garment, a sharp gust of wind brushing back the cape to reveal his naked ass. Two more vines shot from the ground and bound themselves around Winston’s leg, slowly succeeding in dragging them apart as Reaper moved into position, grinding his erection against the gorilla’s ass. Winston grunted and shot Reaper a hard look, his eyes igniting in their rage red color. “Don’t you dare...”

“Oh, trust me monkey. You wanted this.” Reaper said teasing Winston’s ass by tapping his member upon it. An orange-colored precum began to drizzle from the tip, which glowed as it pooled at the small of Winston’s back began to form and drip down his fur, and without so much as a warning, Reaper injected his shaft into Winston.

“AAAAHHH!” Winston cried out in pain as his toes and fingers curled at the penetration. He hissed, but as soon as he did, the pain subsided and he was overwhelmed with pleasure that shot through his body in waves. Each time Reaper thrust in, deeper and deeper, the waves of pleasure grew more intense.

Gabe grabbed Winston’s hips and pulled him toward him until his hilt was forcing itself all the way in; Reaper’s loins slammed hard against Winston’s ass and mid-cry he noticed that he was getting aroused by this. VERY aroused; his cock beginning to drip copiously into the ground under him, the monkey barely noticed that his seed was etching away at the landscape under him somehow. He moaned and looked up, his head pulling back as he felt the man deep in him; it felt like Reaper’s cock was so long that it was even prodding at his gut from the inside. He gasped and moaned with every movement now; Reaper pulling himself out to the tip, then slamming in so hard that it was a full-force impact. He could hear Reaper’s deep, raspy breathing growing more in intensity.

“GUAAHHHHHHHHH!”

Reaper came, hard and deep into Winston’s ass. Winston felt it pool within his gut like a hose that coated everything inside of him. He was hard as a rock, incredibly aroused by this, but even he had to laugh. “Y-you done already?” He asked.

“W-what?” Reaper asked, shuddering as his climax came to its end. He gasped as Winston forced his brute strength and ripped the vines off his wrists; it was enough to free his neck and his knees and with a swift movement, the ape’s massive fist was at the man’s neck. “NO!”

“You want me to seize the day, and start living for every day including Halloween? You’ve definitely inspired me.” Winston growled as he thrust Reaper against an old, twisted oak tree behind him. “Allow me to thank you properly for showing me the light.” He said as he grew in size, his cock pressing up against Reaper’s smaller, unprepared ass.

“N-no! No no no!” Reaper exclaimed, grasping at Winston’s arm. “Let go of me, you stupid monkey!”

“I told you before: I’m a scientist.”

Winston held Reaper in place and thrust upward, feeling the tip of his cock immediately give in and pop through the man’s anal ring. Reaper threw his body back, his entire pumpkin head beginning to glow brightly as Winston assaulted him. Reaper’s hands wrapped back around the tree as Winston propped the man’s legs onto his shoulders, dragging his body down as he thrust upward again, this time pressing in deeper with a lust-filled grunt. He watched as Reaper’s cock flopped wildly around, continually slapping against the muscular flesh of his stomach as Winston continued to accordian him between himself and the tree. Again and again, Winston penetrated Reaper; much the same as Reaper did with him, he pulled out until the very tip and thrust in again. Each time, Reaper’s head flopped back and with a howl of pleasure, his pumpkin head seemed to glow brighter and brighter every time.

Winston grasped at the man’s hip, staying him, but keeping him pinned to the tree. He could feel his balls swaying in the breeze under him, and the dripping of his precum like a waterfall was keeping his orbs chilled with the thin layer of fuzz against that breeze. Winston dragged his tongue along his teeth and leaned back, revelling in the pleasure as he managed to hilt himself hard into the man. The sparks that flew from his eyes when he was in his primal rage began to subside a bit as he approached a severe climax. “Nnnhhh! Ahhhh!” He grunted wildly before finally throwing Reaper to the ground and penetrating him even harder; like pile-driving his ass at an almost vertical angle, Reaper could only grab at the ground now. It was impossible to fight back as the beast came hard into him.

Winston; still mid-cry could hear the ground underneath him crackling. He looked down to see that his cum was now shooting through the air under him; Reaper had vanished, and the ground was breaking up under him. Looking to see that he was standing in front of his own gravestone, he realized that it was his own plot that was opening for him. He went to move, but it was too late and he let out a cry as the ground finally gave out completely and he fell into the pit of his grave. His voice echoed out. “No! I won’t die like this! I want to live! I want to be with my friends! This can’t be my future!” His voice echoed out and everything fell into darkness...

“A-WHOOMP!” Winston grunted as he hit the ground of his room, having fallen out of the covers and out of his bed. The smooth floor under him a welcome sight. “I...I’m back!” He exclaimed. “I’m alive!” He cheered as he kissed the ground, then immediately sputtered in disgust before looking at the clock. It was still only eleven; the time he had gone to bed. “I’ve still got time! I’ve got to catch Tracer!” He grunted as he got back to his feet and ran from his room.

Tracer looked back at the base in disappointment as she stood on the flight pad; she knew she needed to get back to Emily, but had delayed her departure just in case Winston decided to change his mind. Frowning, she climbed the ladder and as one leg straddled the wall of her cockpit, a large arm came and wrapped around her. “Lena! I’m so glad you’re still here!” Winston exclaimed.

“Ahh-of...course?” Tracer said in confusion as she received a bear hug from the beast man. “What’s gotten into you?”

Winston paused for a moment, as if deciding how to answer the question. “That doesn’t matter! Tracer, I am sorry I acted like a foolish baboon earlier. I know that my holidays aren’t necessarily the most pleasant times of the year, but... but I want to make it up to you. I want to celebrate the holidays again; Halloween included. What do you say?”

“What do I say?” Tracer asked, then paused for a moment before she broke out in laughter. “Of COURSE we can celebrate! In fact, I think Torbjorn is holding an all-night Halloween party at his place. They’ll probably be there until the sun comes up even! We’ve got plenty of time! Hop on in!” She jumped over the edge and settled into her seat as Winston squeezed into the seat behind her. “Buckle up, love! I’ll call Emily and let her know I’ll be back home in the morning, tonight Overwatch’s Halloween party is gonna have everyone!”

Winston smiled and nodded silently as he put the ear muffs over his head; glancing at a flicker of blue light out the window, he spotted three ghostly figures standing on the roof of the base, just barely in view. One with a towering flat-headed figure; another glowing orange and a third which glowed a fiery blue. As the window of the plane’s cockpit slid shut, the figures vanished from view, and Winston smiled.

“Eyes forward, Winston!” Tracer announced. “You don’t wanna crick ya neck when we take off!”

“Eyes... are forward, Lena.” Winston confirmed. “Now let’s go have some fun!”

THE END