Merry Spookmas to all.
This is the third and final commission/story pair based around Halloween costumes that don't leave much to the imagination. Last, but definitely not least, we have Perci showing her bewitching says in a festive little poem. I even wrote it in iambic pentameter. If Shakespeare was a furry, he'd be so proud of me!
This was a YCH I purchased from
\n\t\t\t\t\tLovepuma69They said they loved working with my character, and after seeing the finished result, I can see why.
Anyway, on to the show...
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'Twas on a late and dark October night,
With only but the stars as guiding light,
I walked across the quiet streets alone,
In hopes that I could make my way back home,
But half way there, I felt a sudden dread,
Sat down upon the curb to rest my head,
I looked around and there was none to see,
But still, I knew that eyes were watching me,
Then suddenly, the winds began to change,
With chilling air and movements oh so strange,
Then came the flapping wings and scary shriek,
Of feral bats that made my knees go weak,
'Twas at this moment that I peered up high,
To see this cloud of critters in the sky,
But on that night of dark All Hallow's Eve,
I saw a sight that I could not believe,
For up there, silhouetted by the moon,
A figure floating just like a balloon,
With pointed hat and perched upon her broom,
“A witch,” I thought, “To curse me, I presume”
At first, my thoughts were those of fear and fright,
But as I saw her in the lunar light,
Her way of dress, it made me gape and stare,
She only wore a hat, her body bare,
The witch's naked form was quite a sight,
Her fur was blacker than the darkest night,
A risen tail, her rump was on display,
Her breasts as well were plump, if I must say,
And yet despite my gawking at her frame,
For being so exposed, she showed no shame,
In fact, if I was not so still and shook,
I would have thought she wanted me to look,
With violet eyes, she stared into my soul,
And from my chest, my beating heart she stole,
For even in my fear, confess I must,
My apprehension slowly turned to lust,
Then from her perch, she floated down to land,
To me, extended out her open hand,
And asked me with a voice of eager joy,
"You want to make some magic with me, boy?"