“Happy Halloween!” I called as the door swung shut behind my last customer.

Breathing a well deserved sigh, I slumped over the counter. These holiday sales could be real killers, I thought to myself with a snicker. It was funny, because I had switched out most of my inventory for the month of October. The Wind-Up Rocket was slathered in anything horror related. Vintage slasher movies? Oh yeah, I had those. Collectible figurines of monsters, murderers and other assorted ghoulies? Why, I had an army. Not to mention, a sale on anything related to the occult or supernatural. Business had been surprisingly steady tonight. To while away the time as the people picked through my goods, I watched out the windows as the kids ran by in their costumes.

Those were the days, I thought, watching as a youngster dashed by. A grinning pumpkin basket was clutched in his tiny fist. 

“I remember being that young once.” Feeling a stirring in my belly, I reached down and lightly patted my distended middle. “I’ll bet you’d just love it too.”

For my part, I had dressed for the occasion as well. I know more than a few males like to crossdress on Halloween, and darn it, I finally summoned the courage to try it. I was going with the classic, the Dark Mistress. I dyed my hair black and teased it up until it frizzed out. Next, I painted my claws black and even put on black eye shadow and lipstick. The costume, well, that was more of a feat. My, let’s just say, ample frame was not so accommodating to the tight, black dress. The thin fabric hugged the curves of my hips. The plunging neckline opened to my waist, allowing my breasts to spill out and leave my stomach completely exposed. Fortunately, there was a tape for that. I don’t think anyone wanted to see me slip a nip, right? Now the belly, there was no getting around that. So, I found a stick-on skull jewel and pressed it to my navel. I think it looked quite fetching.

Leaning over the counter, I let my boobs flop heavily on the hard top. I could not wear any support under this costume, so the fellas were hanging pretty heavy. Ugh, heavier than usual, in fact. Did they grow again? My gravid middle sagged behind the counter, my belly practically even with my knees. 

Flicking a lock of hair from my face, I looked up at the clock. “Oh? It’s almost closing time. I’d better start putting things away.” As I waddled my fat butt around to the front, I was struck by how quiet the town had become. “Reminds me of one of those cheesy slasher movies. Boy, the town’s empty all of a sudden.” I peered out the window. “Not a soul. Was it always so dark this time of night?” I gave a nervous chuckle. “I’m just imagining things.”

Still, a cold sweat began to prickle on the back of my neck. I quickly shook my head, dismissing any silly ideas of killers stalking the night. That was just ridiculous, I reasoned. There was no one out there. I stooped down to lift a box. What am I? A little kid, afraid of the dark after watching too many movies? But, little did I know, a silent predator was coming for me right at that moment. As I bent over, the monster slipped silently through the door. Not even a whisper was heard as two taloned hands reached out. I had no time to react as the fiend sank its claws deep into my rump.

Over the sound of my squawk, a voice cried, “Hiya nerd.”

I probably jumped ten feet then and there. Whirling about, my heart pounding, I saw the monster. It was the Killer, I knew him from those movies. He wore a scuffed up hockey mask, his purple eyes flashing evilly. His slender, feminine form was encased in a plaid shirt, tied in a knot below two perky breasts. His belly was tan and furry, tapering down to a pair of denim cutoff shorts. His toned legs were equally tan and furred, leading down to a pair of well-worn work boots. A slender tail whipped about menacingly behind the fiend.

“Happy Halloween, hun,” the Killer laughed. 

My mouth fell into a frown. “Oh, hello Fereya. You know, you could have warned me. I think my water almost broke.”

Pulling the mask off, Fereya flashed a toothy grin. “Oh don’t be so dramatic. Here,” she held up a plastic jack o’ lantern pail brimming with colorful wrappers. “I was going to share the spoils with you.”

My fear having dissipated, I instead thrust my hands to my plump hips and gave her an incredulous look. “Wait, candy? Don’t tell me you actually went trick or treating.”

“And why not?” Fereya replied. Clutching her spoils to her chest, she gave a half turn, as if trying to shield her prize from me. “Hey, you’re never too old, right? That, and I know all the right houses.” She smiled and giggled. “A lot of dads giving away candy tonight.” She turned around and leaned forward, allowing her cleavage to show. “Just have to smile and ask real nice like.”

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. Naturally, this only egged the troll on.

“You know, Ammah,” she said, looking me up and down. “With that outfit, you should have gone too. I bet you’d make a good haul.” Her mouth curled into a wry smirk. “But then, looking at that belly, I’d guess you already had your treat.”

“More like a trick,” I laughed, placing a hand on my stomach. “So about that candy?”

Striding up to the counter, Fereya turned to me and leaned backwards. “I have to say, you fill out a dress pretty well.”

My ears twitched. “Oh well, I guess I was more convincing than I thought. You’d be amazed how many guys kept calling me a girl. Ha! And the way they kept staring. I mean, really, do I look like a woman?”

Fereya’s eyes roved the curvature of my legs, over my round, wide hips and along the slope of my pregnant belly. They paused a moment at my wobbling breasts before finally cresting the bridge of my nose.

“No,” she said, arching her brow. “I can’t see it, either.” Something about her tone of voice suggested elsewise. Sitting her pail down on the countertop, she said, “Well, I was about share this candy with you, but after you so rudely mocked my Halloween spirit, I don’t think I want to.”

My tail shot up, waggling frantically. “What!” I squeaked. “But, I want candy.” I rushed towards her, hopping up and down with my hands clasped in front of my jiggling tits. “Come on, I want candy,” I whined. “Candy! Candy! Candy!”

Fereya crossed her arms and turned her nose up in a huff. “Fine, but you’ll have to beg.”

“Please,” I moaned.

“On your knees,” the troll replied.

With much straining and groaning, I managed to drop my titanic weight to the floor. 

Fereya smiled. “That’s better. Now, close your eyes and open your mouth. I have a nice big candy bar for you.”

Candy bar! My tail smacked the floor with excitement. I closed my eyes shut and opened wide, letting my tongue loll. My ears swiveled forward as I detected Fereya rustling about. Not long after, something firm and warm slid into my gaping maw. Well, it was certainly the strangest candy bar I had tasted. Instead of chocolate, this one was sort of salty and tangy. As my jaw began to close, Fereya let out a squeal and cuffed me on the head.

“Eek! Ammah, no teeth,” she cried.

My eyes flew open. My vision was filled with tawny pubic fur. Some candy bar, I thought. Chuckling through my nose, I began to slide my tongue along the underside of the troll’s stiffened member. 

“Mmm, that’s more like it,” Fereya moaned.

Slowly, I rocked back forth, my lips tightening and then releasing in rhythmic pulls. Curling my tongue back, I flicked at her swollen glans. Fereya shivered and leaned back, bracing herself on the counter with her palms. Continuing to work her shaft, my hand came up and tugged her shorts down, exposing the purple flesh of her scrotum. Fingers plying themselves to her delightfully firm orbs, I set to work anew on her cock. 

“O-Oh, Ammah. You’re a wizard, you know that?”

Fereya’s knees were starting to buckle as she sucked her lower lip in. Oh, but I was not finished yet. She wanted to pull a trick on me, so I did one better. My fingers quickly moved her balls out of the way, exposing her treasure. Fereya, like most of her kind, possessed both traits. I found the delicate petals of her womanhood wet and glistening. My fingertips grazed the tender flesh, tickling the soft lips and flicking at the hardened nub of flesh. Fereya doubled over from the ecstacy, begging me to stop. Not that she really wanted me to, that is. 

Pulling my lips away, I ran my tongue up and down her member, nibbling gently on the plump shaft. My questing tongue slithered around her sack and lapped at the sweet nectar running down the inside of her thigh. 

Fereya’s face was scarlet as she finally screamed, “Ammah, enough! I can’t take it anymore.”

“Serves you right,” I laughed. “Now how about my candy?”

I struggled to my feet to see Fereya popping a chocolate bar, a real one this time, into her mouth. With a little grin and a wiggle of her brows, she held the morsel between her teeth. I dove in, chomping down on the sweet delight. Our lips met in a kiss. Fereya’s arms wrapped around my swollen middle as I pressed myself into her. Our tongues swirled about in a half-melted sea of nougat and chocolate, mingling with one another. As my tongue raked the roof of her mouth, Fereya’s hands swirled about the sides of my belly, sinking their fingers into my flesh. 

Finally, I swallowed the soupy, chocolatey mess. “That was certainly different,” I said with a laugh.

“Would that be a trick or a treat?” Fereya replied. She placed her head on my shoulder and sighed.

My tail swished behind me. “With you, it’s always a treat.” I smiled and nuzzled her hair, my arms pulling her close. 

Before I could realize it, Fereya had slipped under my grasp and gotten behind me. Her surprisingly powerful hands shoved me against the counter. The little monster inside me responded by fluttering against my insides. The troll’s hot breath steamed in my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

“A treat, eh?” she whispered. “Then how’s this for a trick?”

Yanking my panties down, her claws proceeded to sink into my bare ass. Wait! When did she… Oh, I know. When Fereya’s hands were around my belly, she was tugging my dress up. I looked down to see the black fabric was hiked up to my breasts and continuing to rise. Two massive brown globes flopped free as Fereya pulled my costume up to my armpits. 

Using her thumbs to spread my cheeks, she said, “Now it’s my turn for something sweet.”

My mouth flew open in a silent scream as a warm, wet tongue found my knot. I slammed myself into the counter, gripping for dear life as Fereya’s lips kissed my ring, her naughty tongue piercing me, exploring my most secretive places. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes as her fingers pressed into my perineum, sliding under me to massage my balls with thumb and forefinger. My legs quivered, spreading wider, giving the troll more access. My groin was throbbing, swelling painfully erect. 

“Oh fffuuuckk…” I let out a moan and reached for my hardened cock, only to cry out as Fereya slapped my hand away.

“No, no,” she said, kissing my lower back. “Naughty boys mustn’t touch that. That’s for me to do.”

Her fingers encircled my penis and began to slide up and down. Behind me, I could feel her rising, but not to her feet. Instead, what rose was her own pillar of love. Her fleshy spear penetrated my defenses, pushing deep. Her pubic bone grinding into my ass, Fereya leaned close.

“I know you like it slow and gentle.” She breathed into my ear, before nibbling on my sensitive lobe.

“O-Oh,” I whimpered.

Her cock pulled back slowly, agonizingly, before sliding forward to nudge my prostate. Electrical sparks of sheer pleasure burst in my eyes with each thrust. My legs were growing numb, until finally, I collapsed. My hot face pushed against the cool front of the counter, I lay on my hands and knees as Fereya fell on my back. Her free hand found my breast and began to play with the puffy, dark nipple. Her fingers teased the firm nub, inducing a trickle of white to dribble onto the carpet. Breathing in ragged sighs, I cupped my belly, gingerly feeling for the life within and at that moment, praying for more life to come.

“Almost,” Fereya purred. 

Her hands gripped my hips as she pressed herself into me, burying her cock deeper. Oh, how she filled me. It was as if my body was molded just for her. I sucked in a breath only to let out a great exhale as my love cried out behind me. My heaving belly became suffused with a spreading warmth, growing heavier and tighter with Fereya’s seed.

“O-Oh… my…” I whimpered as she pulled out of me. 

Her fresh semen still oozing down my inner thigh, she gently helped me to roll onto my back. 

“I hope you’re not too spent just yet,” she panted. “It’s my turn.”

Her face crimson, she straddled my wide body and lowered herself down. My hands went to her supple waist. Her fur was damp with sweat and smelled enticingly of musk. Rolling my creaking hips in time with her, I thrust my own spear into her wanting blossom. 

“That’s my little preggyboy,” she chuckled. She leaned down to rub her hands over my swollen belly. “Mmm, this is my candy. You’re my little chocolate bonbon, all stuffed with cream filling.”

“Your cream,” I replied with a laugh.

Suddenly, Fereya’s lips curled into a strange grin. “That makes two of us.”

My ears pricked up at her cryptic remark, but before I could ask her what she meant, the troll continued.

Sinking her belly on top of my own, she said, “This will be more fun in a few months.” Circling her finger around my taut flesh, she smiled. “Remember when I mentioned that we both could be pregnant together?”

“F-Fereya,” I muttered. My heart had leapt into my throat. “Are you?”

“You still have that ring on your finger.” Quickly changing the subject, she clutched my hand in hers, so soft and warm. “Does that mean yes?”

“I, uh.” My ears drooped.

Fereya only returned a small smile. “You still have time to decide. Just don’t keep me waiting too long.”

My poor brain was still trying to process everything, when her lips clasped to my own. I tilted my head forward as tears trickled down my cheeks in the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I did not even feel it when we both came together, my hot seed planting itself into her womb. Her womb, in which even now, my own offspring grew. Given my current condition, it should not have been so awesome, but still, it was a new life. One created by the both of us. 

Fereya’s head nestled under my chin, we both lay together on the floor of the shop, neither of us moving. Suddenly, I heard the distinct sound of the door opening. Oh crap! I never locked the shop. Fereya’s fuschia eyes popped wide as she sat up. Together, we turned to face our intruder. 

“Uh, I saw you were still open,” a young male wolf stammered. His eyes first fell on Fereya and then me. “Um, is this a bad time?”

“N-No,” I exclaimed. “We, uh, are just very devoted to servicing our customers.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. Quickly, the young wolf backed away. 

As the familiar scrape of the front door echoed in the still air, Fereya cried out, “Happy Halloween.” Turning back to me, she then added, “Well, I guess that counts as our trick for tonight.”

“It was certainly eventful,” I replied.

Fereya grinned. “Was it everything you could have hoped for?”

Placing my hand on her belly, I nodded. “That and so much more.”

