Wanted to keep up the tradition of having my characters dress up for Halloween and decided to make it a bit spicier than last year’s pic!
Round of applause for
\n\t\t\t\t\tIbero for helping me keep the tradition alive! Go check out his art gallery. He’s currently open for comms, so if you like his gallery, feel free and commission him, too.Hopefully, you don’t mind the story being much shorter than usual. I’ve been focusing mostly on prep for NaNoWriMo, so I didn’t really have time to put much effort into it. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy.
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“Hey Pat, glad you could make it,” Andrew greeted with a fistbump as the parrot entered the backyard.
“Glad you invited me,” he responded, looking around. “Where’s Perci?”
“Still putting the finishing touches on her costume. Spent two days putting it together.”
“Two days? Must be a helluva costume!”
“Oh, it is.. Way more effort put into it than mine,” he answered, gesturing to the single sheet covering him.
“Well, I’m sure it has its benefits. Must be nice and breezy under there.”
“A little too breezy if I’m being candid,” he muttered, “One big gust of wind and I’ll end up flashing everyone.”
The parrot’s eyes popped open, “You too?”
With a roll of his eyes, he hesitated before… “Perci and I made a deal last night. I wear the costume and nothing else and in return, she’ll… take me in the back door.”
“Huh, wow.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” the avian answered, patting his kilt and sporran, “you’re not the only one.”
“PAT! YOU’RE HERE!” a voiced cried out, before Pat was unceremoniously glomped by a piñata-appareled poodle.
“Good to see you too, Perci.”
“Looks like you got that kilt after all, huh? Are you wearing it like a ‘True Scotsman?’”
His shoulders slumped, “Am I really that predictable?”
“Honestly, I was half-expecting you to show up naked.”
“Nah, I don’t think the other partygoers would appreciate that as much as you would.”
Pat saw the gears turn in Perci’s head before a smirk crept across her face. Oh, no.
“Hey, everyone!” she called out to the party. “Would anyone mind if my boyfriend whipped his dick out!?”
Aside from the music from the speakers, she was initially met with total silence… until one brave voice replied, “Which one?”
“Either one.”
“Wait, what?” Andrew interjected, but it was too late.
“Fuck it, why not?” someone piped up.
“I mean, it’s just a penis.” said another.
“Go for it!” “Go ahead!” “Do it, cowards!” “Rock out with your cock out!”
One by one, each partygoers voiced their unanimous vote for the boys to expose themselves until it became one giant chant of “Do it! Dot it! Do it!”
“Sounds like they don’t mind at all,” she quipped as she took out her phone and crouched down. “Come on, you two. Let me get a selfie with the boys.”
Patrigue and Andrew looked to other as the crowd continued their cry.
“It’s like she’s trying to turn me into a public flasher,” Andrew huffed.
“Honestly, we should have expected this with costumes like this.”
“True… shall we?”
“On three?”
“On three.”
“One.”
“Two.”
“THREE!”