"...be sure to be safe out there, taking care! It can be dangerous, but it shouldn't keep you from having a good time." "Having good candy!" "That too, Mindy! This is Rochelle, signing out..." "Thanks, Rochelle. I myself am going out with my kids for some Halloween fun..." A suspended television hangs from a support beam, at the side of a bartop. The dull light of the hanging bulbs over the wooded theme adds a relaxing atmosphere to the tavern, as does the quiet noise of people enjoying each other's company. A lavender-colored shark with short white hair sits by herself in a booth, watching the news with curiosity, not having one of her own at home. She wears a simple T-shirt and tight pants, the colors not meshing too well, and is somewhat oblivious to her large breasts' nipples apparent from under her shirt. Not only that, but she also had a sizeable bulge down in her pants that shows to anyone who might steal a look. All that along with her unkempt hair indicates she's not very mindful of her outward appearance, but it doesn't appear to bother her. "Here's your cake, ma'am..." A cute catty waitress appears at the end of her table to place a plate with a single slice of what seems to be strawberry-vanilla cake. "Are you sure you don't want the dinner special? Maybe a drink? They're on sale tonight..." She smiles gleefully, trying not to look at the bulge as the shark lady leans backward. "Yes. I have dinner planned." The lady looks down at her cake. "I like the cake here." She isn't very good with words, and quietly begins on her piece of baked sweetness. The waitress walks away, feeling a little awkward. Strawberry sweet, soft cake, it's not like what she eats... but sometimes she just gets a craving for something unique, like so. It also helps keep her mind off her needs, particularly in a place like a bar in the darker part of town. It's Halloween night, and this shark is quietly eager for her annual Halloween feast. A heavy sigh escapes her as she thinks of it again, but tries to put it out of her mind for the time being. Cake first. The evening is upon the city, people buzzing about trying to get where they need to go for Halloween parties and treats. Some overprotective moms are guiding cubs to early trick-or-treating while it's still light outside, much to their chagrin. It's not as 'cool' to do it this early. After the shark pays for her meal, she exits to make the walk back to her place, trying not to distract herself. Lots of lights around, people chatting, vehicles honking... The local candy store is absolutely packed with last-minute shopping. Luckily for her, she picked up candy for her house early on. It's a quiet walk once she reaches her neighborhood. A few houses were having parties. It's a large subdivision, full of families, and even many outsiders were going to run this area for a good candy haul. There's always been talk about how some go missing in this neighborhood, though, most just chalk it up to being coincidence, an old wives' tale or urban legend. Just a spooky story. As the shark enters her property, her front yard's large obscuring trees decorated with Halloween paraphernalia tower over her. Looking around, she can't even really see the other houses nearby. It's genuinely spooky, a successful yard setup. After going inside and grabbing a lighter, she lights some jack-o-lanterns and candles for added effect. One more look from the outside to see how it all fits together... And it looks perfect. Spinning around to take a look at other houses, everyone in the neighborhood seems to have gotten into the spirit of things. It's almost time, and the night is absolutely clear with a cool breeze, the stars glittering up above. After she closes the door, the lady spends some time to ensure everything is set up for her feast... but it always is; she never misses a step in any year. Double, triple checking never changes a thing, and she always knows where her towel is, placing it into her pocket. She examines the bowl of candy she prepared. It's got all the essentials... chocolate bars, chewy sweet stuff, gumballs, sour candy, candied chocolate... Plus it's all good-sized, too. Despite her lack of social skills, she's well-known in the neighborhood for having some of the best decorations and candy. She even comes off as a little creepy, too, so whenever her bowl is out by itself saying TAKE ONE, they do it, for sure. She takes a quick look outside and makes sure all of her decorations are in order again. It's getting dark, and she could see some small shadows walking around the moderately-lit neighborhood. It's time. Stepping back inside, she moves a chair to the inside of the front door, taking the bowl of candy and having a seat. She sighs, staring down at the candy, eagerly, but calmly anticipating her first spooky customers. There's noise outside now and again, people running around, causing mischief, yelling and shouting... The shark clutches the candy bowl. Just as she's lost in thought, the doorbell rings. Ding-dong! She stands up and takes a deep breath before opening the door... "Trick or treat!" It's a group of four cubs with a mom watching over them from behind. They look to be around preteen ages. A ghost, a goblin, a knight, and an astronaut. Spooky. "...Please take one." The nice shark lady lowers the bowl of big candies to the kids, who gawk at the size of them. Wow, so cool! They take their time, as they want to pick their favorites when it comes to the good stuff. After all's said and done, she returns back into her home without a word, the excited group off to their next ransacking. She sits down again with a sigh. It may be a long night, again. "Take one." Teenage vampires. They were a little drunk. "Whoa, score!" "Here, take one." A mom who's a mad scientist, and her creepy failed experiment of a daughter. "...Take... Take one." One little girl with her mom is dressed up as a tandem costume, an undead shark. It's a little odd to see. More and more groups come to see her, especially when word got out that she had the good stuff, and really cool decorations. As the lady refills the bowl some more in the kitchen, she sighs as she looks down at it, feeling somewhat impatient. They'll come eventually, they always do. --- "Hey, look, it's that shark lady's house! Spoooooky!" A small orange squirrel girl as a tights-superhero points out at the house obscured by lots of foliage and decorations. "I heard from a friend she's got really good candy tonight!" Next to her, a littler white fox, a pretty magical princess in a pretty white dress, looks over in curiosity. "It's scary... I dun wanna go, sissy..." Her older sister rolls her eyes and grabs her sibling's arm, tugging her along for the ride. "Nooo!" She resists a little. "It'll be fine! C'mon, she's not even scary, she's just weird. Don't you want the BIG candies?" The young vixen mulls it over in her immature little head. Candy, candy, candy. It's impossible to say no. "Y-yeeesss... I want candy." As they reach the trees in the yard, they take a good look at everything around. Skeletons, drapes, spiderwebs, obviously fake corpses and blood, bats, ghosts, jack-o-lanterns... the shark lady had the works. And it's really covered, too, you couldn't even see the porch without getting closer. "Hey, quit dragging your feet, we gotta finish up and then get back home so we can have pumpkin pie! Only reason mommy let us go out on our own was so she could finish!" The kit had a realization. "Pie! Candy!" Her smile is wide, and she doesn't seem scared anymore. Big sister rings the doorbell. Ding-dong! "Candy, candy, candy..." The little one bounces a little. The lavender shark lady answers the door in plainclothes. "Take one..." Their eyes went wide. She really DID have the big candies! Her eyes briefly look on the cubs for a moment, until looking around behind them while they were distracted by the goodies. There's noone with them. They were alone. It's time... The lady pulls her trusty towel from her pocket and places it in the bowl, to the cubs' confusion. It smells weird... Suddenly, the two find their faces being pressed into the towel by a strong arm and hand, and they drop their buckets of candy. They struggle a little, but by breathing in the odd smell from the damp towel, it's making them woozy... Their flailing stops after only a few seconds, and they are carefully placed on the ground for a moment as they sleep. The adult steps back inside, taking her chair to the front of the porch. She places it in view of her yard's walkway, and then puts the bowl on top of it, with a card pulled from her pocket that says 'TAKE ONE'. After putting the towel back in her other pocket, she takes the buckets of dropped candy in one hand, and the cubs together in one arm, then goes back inside. Noone is any the wiser... Not yet. With the buckets of candy left in the kitchen, she carries both unconscious cubs to the door to the basement, stepping inside and closing it behind her. She goes down the stairs carefully in the tiny bit of light, not dropping them as she reaches the bottom. Bumping into the chain to turn on the light, she tugs on it with her mouth with a click, the bright white bulb revealing the contents of the basement... It's certainly a horror show. Blood in various forms stains the walls and the carpet of the open space like a modern art project, and nothing but a small table and bloody chair sits near, along with some metal shackles chained to the wall. To her side is an open door to a small room, and what looks like a metal shower is inside. The shark lady takes a deep breath, closing her eyes... The smell is terrible, but not to her. She lays the cubs down on the ground near the shackle-wall, giving them a once-over, examining them closely, feeling up their sides and getting a look at their facial features. "Almost eight..." She notes the age of the squirrel to herself. After all of her experience, she's been very good at determining the age of her... victims. "Almost five... Mm..." Saying that one makes her huff in excitement. It's around the age of her favorite choice. Unable to wait any longer, she binds their hands tight in one shackle each, and walks back to the base of the stairs. She undresses herself calmly, careful to fold up her shirt and pants and sets them on the table, nice and clean amongst the dark stains of death otherwise all over the place. With no undergarments to speak of, it's no wonder she stuck out so much under her clothes. Her large breasts bob with her breath, as does the massive shemale genitals hanging low. A lavender cockhead tips the lighter skin of her shaft, nearly as long and thick as one of her own fit arms, which its foreskin peels back with a beginning erection as she turns toward the cubs. Her balls as a whole were but only the size of one of her breasts, and their weight swings to and fro as she walks to the younguns, whom were starting to wake up from their daze. "Wh-whaa... Huh...?" The squirrel looks up at a nude shark lady with a big... thing... staring down at her. "H-huh!?" She jolts and notices she's shackled. "Wh-what's going on!? Sh-Shelly! Wake up!" As she tries to get a response from her very groggy sister, the shark lady wordlessly kneels down and starts to remove the squirrel from her shackle. "H-help!! What are you doing...!?" The lady grabs at the cub's cute superhero outfit and tears it all off of her... it being a tight, one-piece stretchy-fabric suit made it easier, and a bit concerning that a company would mass-produce such a fairly cubophilic design. All that was left was the squirrel's panties, and despite her attempts to resist, those are torn off too with a snap. "D-don't... Let... Let me go...!" Her molestor ignores her pleas as she holds the girl down by her upper arms. She lowers her face to the cub's soft belly fur, growling gently and taking deep breaths with her nose pressed into that light orange fur. To the shark, she smelled quite good. Decent, not great, but pretty good. She opens her mouth and runs a drooling tongue up the girl's body to her neck. When her captor shows off her penetrating gaze and pointy shark teeth, the squirrel freezes up and starts crying. That instinctual feeling of being prey, eyed by a predator was kicking in, but she was unable to act... only shudder. The lady rises up again onto her knees, her cock standing up at full length, pulsing heavily and dripping with sticky precum onto the girl's belly. She immediately lowers and maneuvers her hips to press her thick cocktip against the squirrel's underage pussy. Both of them grunt, and the little one doesn't know at all what's happening... Just a strong shark lady is pressing her thing against-- "AAAHHH!!" A scream echoes throughout the basement as that rod squishes itself into her immature, never-used tunnel. A long pointy tongue drools from the shark's mouth as her shaft buries itself into the young cub. "Wh-wha...?" The younger sister starts waking from her stupor, having been smaller and more heavily affected by the drug. "Wha...!?" Her sister is crying, sobbing from the pain of the thick shemale dick spreading her apart. The little fox starts tearing up in sympathetic response, unsure what's going on... She tries to move around a bit but finds that her arms are shackled together and chained to the wall. By all appearances, she was a frightened damsel in distress, crying as she watches her older sister being raped. "Ugh... uhh..." The lady doesn't give time to rest, as she already starts fucking the little squirrel senseless. Her thick cock tugs heavily at the tight underage insides as they grind against her flesh, sending heavy pleasure throughout her nethers, and bulging out the cub's soft belly and chest fur. All the while, the young one screams and shouts, struggling uselessly with a massive cock paralyzing her body with a previously unknown mixture of pain and pleasure. It all wasn't quite enough for the lady, however. She needed to be rougher. Her arms press down hard as she leans forward to rape the cub more forcefully, her heavy balls slapping against the tiny rear end as she hilts her again and again, stunning the cub with sensory overload, her eyes rolling back into her head and barely catching her breath. The predator feels it... smells it. Spurts of blood start leaking from their sexes, and it hits the shark like a hot wave. She bares her teeth, her eyes widen, and her muscles tense heavily as a bloodlust flares up from within her. Drool practically flows from her mouth and teeth as she shudders, looking down at the little one's arms... and then, in a swift motion, bites down on one of her upper arms. "AAAAAHHHH!!!" A blood-curdling scream rings in everyone's ears, as her other limbs flail uselessly, the adrenaline pumping through her even with a dick penetrating her to her chest. Her rapist clamps down her jaws, and pulls outward, hard, while holding the girl down. The arm comes right off. Blood pours out of her ripped-open stump, and she shakes as she looks down at what was left, a frozen look of horror on her face. It didn't even really hurt, as it was such a shock to her system, along with her poor little mind. The woman angles her head up to bite and swallow the arm mostly whole, a bit of blood sprinkling about and dripping from her mouth down her neck. A big swallow follows. "Uuaahh..." She breathes out a heavy, lustful moan, eyes rolling back in her head as the taste of young blood and flesh gives her a pleasure far, far above that which she can get with her cock. Just a moment later she looks down again and reaches for the other arm, tearing it off and consuming it even more quickly. Her hips move involuntarily, wanting to milk as much further pleasure as she could from the speechless, bloody cub. The lady takes a few moments to fuck the girl as she grunts and moans with a primal lust, using the torn stumps as handles. Her hands are caked in cub juice while spearing the defenseless young cub, and the feel of that sex and that blood was exhilarating. Stopping and leaving her dick inside again, the shemale raises up one of the squirrel's legs and bites down from the lower thigh. It's a bit tougher to tear the legs due to thickness, but her powerful shark jaws won't be defeated. The lower leg was detached with a spray of blood and she slowly bites and swallows down the fresh rodent meat. All the while, the fox shudders and cries, having turned towards the wall, curling up in her tail and shutting her eyes, unable to watch her sister being eaten by a monster... Happy place, happy place. She breathes shakily, crying a little less now that her sibling wasn't screaming or crying anymore, just staring up at the ceiling wordlessly, too much in shock for her little brain to handle doing anything but await her demise as her other leg is chomped on. Leaning back, the shemale lifts up the armless squirrel with only her thighs left, and starts using her like a sex toy, grasping her by the waist with both hands. Up and down, up and down, with great speed, grinding that dick as best she could. The cub has no energy left, and is starting to lose consciousness as her head flops about with what little blood she has remaining. Just then, the shark stops at a hilt, growling and eyeing the little girl's shocked, tired face. She leans down and opens up her mouth, enveloping the cub's head in her maw and her teeth. A sickening wet rip of flesh from the girl's neck detaches her head from her body. The shark tilts her head upward again and swallows it whole, the bulge it makes in her throat quite visible as it feeds into her stomach. She moans out and breathes suddenly, tensing up heavily and scrunching up her muscles. A spray of white erupts from the neckhole of the squirrel torso, splattering on the bloodstained carpet. Spurt, spurt, spurt, she pants hard as her orgasm fires through the limbless, headless corpse. Shark cum floods onto the area in front into a puddle, its fresh musk overpowering the old smell of death in the basement, as the sound of shemale grunts also fills the air. When her orgasm and bloodlust finally subsides for the moment, she gasps and breathes heavily, staring down at the soft cub torso and thighs, and reaches down to rub her fingers through the big fluffy squirrel tail as her cock takes a break, also rubbing its fuzziness on her face. It was a wonderful meal for her, but this was only the appetizer... Strain rocks her body as she tugs the lifeless body off of her dick, and it's thrown aside, a gentle jiggle of its rump as it lands belly-down. All that's left of the orange squirrel's unfortunately short life is a heap of discarded meat and a big fuzzy tail. She stands up to walk towards the shower room, which also contains a metal sink. Hands and arms washed thoroughly, she steps back out, not wanting all that blood to get in the way for a fresh cub. The pure white fox princess is startled from her scrunched-up position as the shark unshackles her, and she almost immediately leaps up to try and run for it. It didn't work, though. She shrieks as she's grabbed, kicking and yelling. As she's thrown to the floor and held down, her dress and gloves and tights being torn off by the lustful predator, she spots the dull, motionless corpse of her sister, and starts tearing up. "Aa-aaahh!!! N-nooo!! Don't, don't eat meee!!" Struggling and flailing heavily, she was making it difficult for the shark to undress her, so she earns a strong hand to her throat to try and calm her down. It works. Distracted by the choke, she paws and scratches uselessly at the tough shark hand as her struggling is mostly limited to light kicks. The free hand of the lady resumes the work, and finishes off yanking out the cute frilly panties, and finally the princess's silver crown, though full of glittering jewels, is simply made of cheap plastic and breaks when it hits the wall. The shemale lets go of the cub's neck, holding her down by her upper arms as with her sister, the kit coughing a little while wiggling in vain, but soon giving up. She tries her best not to look the monster in the eyes, turning her head and seeing her sister's torso... then turns the other way to look at the wall and cry. She shivers, thinking to herself that she's going to be eaten... She was absolutely gorgeous. Pure white fur on this kit practically glows, the young fuzzy fur looking softer than carpet, her big tail like a pillow, long hair shining silvery-white. The lady is entranced, leaning down to nuzzle that cubby belly fuzz. It was so, so silky smooth... She rubs her bloodstained muzzle into that wonderful fur, feeling like she could fall asleep on it. The kit is scared for her life, shaking uncontrollably as the predator touches and rubs on her. She watches the monster get back up and poke at her no-no place with that big thing, not wanting that in her, too, like her sister... Whining and sobbing, the kit wiggles as her puffy, plush kit pussy's pushed against by that big dick. She struggles and struggles... and it squishes in. --- "Hey... did you hear that?" A batty bat cub twitches her ears, looking around. "It kinda sounded like a scream?" Her friend, a zombie bunny, looks around, too, trying to find the source of it. "It's Halloween, of course there's screams. There must be a haunted house on this street! Come on!" A black cat cub in a fur-tight superhero costume dashes down the street, her friends following. Such a form-fitting costume for only a six-year-old must be produced by that same previously-mentioned cubophilic company. --- Sobbing and breathing heavily, the young foxkit gets her tiny cunny speared by the large shark shemale. Blood trickles from her overstretched, immature puss, and as before, the shark is sent into a bloodlust, though more controlled this time as she's already exercised it for the day and her minor obsession with how wonderful that fur was. She tries her hardest to keep that in the forefront of her mind, as best as she can. Drool flows from her maw as she hilts the girl, bulging her from the inside all the way up to her upper chest. The kit can barely breathe as the throbbing cock is stronger than her heartbeat, filling her far more than is comfortable. The lady lets go of the girl and then lifts her up slightly from under her arms, cock throbbing all the while, her heart pounding. Hovering off the floor, the kit looks her predator in the eyes for the first time. Her beautiful blue eyes entrance the shark once more... and it makes her make a hard decision. Not a decision relating to whether the cub gets eaten or not, however. After a few heavy, lustful breaths, the lady opens up her maw and lowers to the cub's head, drooling all the while. She bites down gently. The little fox struggles hard despite the cock filling her whole body, kicking her legs and clawing desperately at the shark's muzzle and trying to pull herself out. Muffled sobs, cries and grunts sound from within the lady's mouth, whom groans and breathes in anticipation, feeling that soft fur once more as her jaw holds on. CRUNCH. Blood floods from the predator's mouth, and the movement of the cub freezes and then goes mostly limp, shaking. Her body twitches and tenses gently, but sporadically. Deep red cubby fluid flows down that pristine fur, but there's always ways to clean it. The lady pulls upward, tugging a bit to pull the head clean off, silver hair turning crimson, the neck stump spurting what blood pressure remained in the body as it shudders. She tilts back again, her breasts staining with her meal's juices as it drips down her front, and swallows the young princess's head. It fills her with such ecstasy... The taste of a young cub's blood and its meat when it's at the height of fear, panic, emotion, something about it... She can feel it give her such astounding, immeasurable pleasure. It's always been so hard to figure out for her, but whatever it is, it gave her happiness. She smiles happily, grunting as her cock throbs, and cum again erupts from the corpse's neck. Grasping that soft fur, her eyes close as she basks in the feeling of fulfilling her desire yet again, spraying ropes of thick sharky semen into the carpet. Her moans echo in the empty basement... --- The water is stained red, the shark lady watching it fall off her, quickly scrubbing herself free of cub juice. At her feet were the corpses of her meals, squirrel and fox, also having been given a good scrub. She lowers herself to lift the squirrel's torso, and... fucks it. It's still tight inside, and she presses it flush against her to feel the soft cubby tush under the running water. She showers for a while longer, ensuring no blood is left, and gets one more orgasm out with her newest toy before resuming her night... --- She sets down the knife, and peels the flesh from the meat. It's a full pelt plus tail of the sweet little white princess. Still so soft... It needs to be treated, so she prepares to preserve it for later. The meat left behind on the fox's corpse is being snacked on as she works, while the squirrel's body is left inside her room to use as a toy for a while. Perhaps the pelt could be made into a pillow, recalling how it felt to rub her face on it... That'd be wonderful. After working for a while, she looks at the time. It's still a bit longer until trick-or-treaters stop coming. A good amount of time has passed, so perhaps she could have seconds. She steps outdoors again, taking a look at the candy bowl she left behind. A bit less than half is left. Thankfully, trick-or-treaters did follow the instructed sign this year. She takes the bowl and chair inside, and refills the bowl with more big size candy... and of course, re-soaks her wonderful towel with more knockout drug. Taking her place in front of the door again, she lets her mind wander and feels she's going to sleep soundly for a while... END!