Tricks and Treats

Jim and Jake were individuals with a rich and complex belief system, and one of its chief tenants was as follows. If you think you’re too old for trick or treating, you’re just too old to remember what fun is.

For Sweater Pumpkins, the stunning housewife at home alone while her husband chaperoned their kids, the boys decided on trick. To most Halloween enthusiasts, that would mean playing a trick ON someone, but that always sounded a little mean to those two gentle souls, so they preferred to instead teach their new friends a trick, something that could impress their friends and family.

Sweater Pumpkins was a tad shy, as so many of Jim and Jake’s friends are at first, but the boys knew the perfect seasonal icebreaker: bobbing for apples. Their version of the game was a little different from the boring traditional style, of course. Instead of a tub of water, they used a toilet bowl, and instead of apples, they used… well, they had EATEN apples beforehand, so the items bobbing in the water were at least partially apple based. At any rate, Sweater Pumpkins seemed to have a wonderful time, sputtering and choking and crying for joy until every last brown sticky apple had been swallowed down.

After that, she was much more agreeable, and when they informed her that the trick they were going to teach her required her to remove that sweater of hers, she did so without objection. The lovely lady knelt in front of Jim and Jake and let her two ripe pumpkins hug both their shafts. She began to give them a massage without being asked, but Jake quickly stopped that eager beaver. He loved the initiative, but this was a different sort of trick, once certain to please a suburban woman like her: Pumpkin Spice!

The pumpkins were already out and ready, and the spice? That would be provided by their new friend herself, by playfully smacking and slapping them. It wasn’t a game for the impatient, but beloved by those who could relax and take the time to appreciate the soft melody of a woman’s happy tears while her fat pumpkins grew red and swollen with spice.

Every so often Sweater Pumpkins would begin to tire out, but every time the boys suggested taking a break and bobbing for some more apples, she found the energy to keep smacking those fresh fruits of hers around. Eventually the sweet vibrations combined with her very affectionate tongue inspired Jim and Jake to reward her trick with several pumps of hot milk in her mouth.

The night was young and they had more houses to visit, but the boys were reluctant to leave her stuck at home by herself again. Luckily, a solution presented itself almost immediately. There was a pair of eighteen year old twin boys living just next door who had been barred from going out that year just because they’d taken a few playful candid photos of Sweater Pumpkins while she was in the shower.

Soon, the twins went outside to investigate a noise, and found a veritable Halloween miracle waiting for them. A large hole had been cut into the fence that separated their yards, and sticking through it was the upper half of Sweater Pumpkins herself, her juicy red pumpkins jiggling in the October air. After supergluing her in place (so the poor woman wouldn’t have to strain to stay in position), Jim and Jake had taken the liberty of piercing her nipples for her, and a tennis paddle dangled from each new ring. The two twins knew exactly what those were for, and quickly set to adding fresh helpings of spice to those tasty pumpkins.

While they cheerfully kept the lonely housewife company that night, a very positive dialogue emerged between the three. Sweater Pumpkins revealed that she actually didn’t mind the photos they’d taken of her one bit, and would be happy to pose for them in the future. In fact, they filmed a fun video that very night, where the smiling woman shared her full name, address, and home security code before guzzling fresh loads of milk from both boys.

From then on, whenever her husband was away at work, Sweater Pumpkins would sneak over to her new friends’ house to film more entertaining and extremely popular videos. It was a perfectly symbiotic relationship, where she made sure their balls were never too full of creamy milk, and they made sure that no matter the season, her pumpkins were never left unspiced.

Perhaps it was inevitable that one day, her husband discovered one of her videos. From there, he watched them all in one sitting, growing ever more excited as he saw what a grand time Sweater Pumpkins had been having. He felt nothing as crass as jealousy or rage, of course, just loving admiration for his wife.

When she came home that night, her husband prepared for her quite a treat to celebrate. Her arms bound behind her as a bit of kinky fun, he pinned her upper half against the stove, eager to try a recipe of his own. Sweater Pumpkins squealed with joy as he roasted her pumpkins right then and there, cooking them until the sweet smell filled the entire house.

Once they were done, he laid his wife across the dinner table and began to feast, devouring her pumpkins with gusto as their red juices spilled down his front. He made sure Sweater Pumpkins got to enjoy them too; the modest woman tried to refuse at first, but he was insistent that they share, generously tearing off the choicest bits and hand feeding them to her.

When a neighbor discovered them two days later, her pumpkins were almost entirely gone, but he was still gnawing on what remained, savoring that succulent flavor. His wife had settled in for a relaxing nap many hours ago, her body now pleasantly cool on the dining table, but that didn’t stop him from making love to her. He pumped her again and again, his day old milk drying on her thighs, as he took another bite of tender pumpkin flesh.

*

Jim and Jake were in the mood for some treats next. Naturally, they had no interest in helping themselves, only those around them, and so their Halloween tradition was to give treats, not take.

And who better to treat than Butt Baker, forced to toil away in her pastry shop even on Halloween night?

Jim and Jake had a special holiday recipe in mind for this sweet hardworking gal. When it came to regular baking, she certainly knew more than them, but they happened to specialize in the obscure art of anal based cooking, a genre she had zero experience in. Which was a shame, because her plump derrière had certainly made more than a few men drool over the years.

Too many cooks spoil even the best meal, so they helpfully bound their new friend’s arms behind her back so she wouldn’t accidentally interfere. Then they hoisted her up onto one of the tables in the back of her pastry shop, flat on her stomach across the flour strewn surface, and got to work.

The recipe began with a heavy dollop of thick cream filling for her guts, to be happily provided by Jim. The inexperienced Butt Baker was a bit nervous that it would go well, but the boys quickly put her fears to rest by assuring her she could relax and go at her own pace. They were in no hurry, especially when she had such a delightfully fat and spankable butt to pass the time with.

A few dozen playful smacks later and Butt Baker was cooking like a pro, churning her insides with Jim’s thick tool. It only took a few minutes before he was lovingly basting her rectum with his sweet cream.

The next step was to combine the cream with a generous helping of honey. Jim already had his trusty honey dispenser in place, and he wasted no time spraying golden nectar deep into her guts. He spanked her cute butt one more time and told her he’d rarely found an ass more satisfying to stuff full of cream and honey. Butt Baker wept with gratitude at such high praise.

The silly thing did seem to think this was the end, which made the boys howl in good natured laughter. Who ever heard of a recipe that no one got to taste?

Butt Baker stared in wide eyed admiration at the actual finished product. Coated in warm cream, drizzled with fresh honey, and lovingly frosted with dabs of gooey chocolate, Jim’s cock was a sight to behold. She was in such awe that she couldn’t believe this sweet treat was really for her, that every rich drop was meant for her stomach. “I can’t…” she kept saying, her eyes welling up with tears. “Please, I can’t, I just can’t… I don’t deserve this…”

The boys thoughtfully explained to her that she did indeed deserve this, and that being here with them on this Halloween night, savoring a treat with good friends, was exactly where a woman like her belonged. They didn’t say any of this in words of course, preferring to communicate instead in spankings, more spankings, and even more spankings.

Butt Baker had no trouble understanding them, and soon she was positively gagging in delight as she suckled on her treat. She’d tasted this brand of cream a few times before in her life, but this was her very first taste of this kind of honey, and she’d never, even in her wildest dreams, imagined having such exquisite chocolate on her tongue. She was clearly a big fan of all three, because once she’d gotten started, she was scarfing it all down, so eager that you’d almost think she was trying to get it over with.

Tickled pink to see her having so much fun, Jim asked her if she had any guesses about what the name of this special treat was. The lovely lass shook her head, and when he shared it with her, she just blinked in confusion, too focused on lapping up her tasty snack to understand.

But a couple minutes later, when his cock started to swell back to life in her mouth, she began to realize why it was called the Everlasting Gobslurper.

As Jim plugged his tongue scrubbed tool back into her butt to start fixing her a second helping, she asked the same question so many of the boys’ friends like to ask: “Why? Please God why?”

Some people just have trouble wrapping their heads around random acts of kindness.

The boys didn’t bother trying to explain this time. They simply laughed and spanked that plump butt some more, and soon she stopped worrying and got back to churning her own guts again.

A load of cream, a spurt of honey, a basting of chocolate, and Jim’s Everlasting Gobslurper was as tasty looking as ever. While Butt Baker began slowly lapping at her treat again, Jake was already stuffing his own member into her ass to start a fresh batch. For the next few hours, there was never a moment where the lovely young woman wasn’t slurping on a sticky, slimy treat. Never a moment where her bright red butt wasn’t jiggling happily as she helped the boys churn up more cream.

Jim and Jake could’ve kept going like that all night long, but there were other people out there who needed their attention. So after making sure Butt Baker had gotten to every last yummy speck, they reluctantly said their goodbyes, and promised to help spread the word about her amazing pastry shop.

Sure enough, before the end of the week, someone came in and said they’d heard she made a mean Everlasting Gobslurper. Butt Baker was shy about it at first, pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about, but with a little encouragement she was soon seated in his lap and churning hard.

After a very long session where her favorite snack justified its name, he left to happily tell all his friends that she was even better than they’d heard. More customers appeared looking to try her new anal cooking, some even stopping by her home, and soon not a day would go by without her tasting one of those cream, honey, and chocolate delights.

Some would say her story ends tragically, and it’s true that Butt Baker went on to die far too young. While Everlasting Gobslurpers have many charms, their nutritional value isn’t one of them, and in her final months, now working around the clock at home to satisfy demand, she ate little else.

But no one could say she didn’t die peacefully, surrounded by friends. Regardless of whether or not she spent her last few days begging them to feed her something, anything other than their Everlasting Gobslurpers, they all knew she wouldn’t have chosen any other way to go: in her own bed, looking so serene with a pretty pair of handcuffs locking her wrists to the headboard, her shriveled stomach full of nothing but cream, honey, and chocolate.

*

Jim and Jake figured they had time for one more trick and one more treat. The treat was going to require some coordination with a friend, so it was trick time, and that meant a visit to a local haunted house.

Ectopussy was their nickname for a charming young woman with aspirations of being an actor, whose task was to dress up as a scary ghost and frighten visitors. She was quite popular at her job as well, though this owed more to her homemade skimpy costume than her acting chops.

The boys got to witness her skill themselves soon after entering the house. She appeared in front of them as the ghost of a drowned woman, which just meant a two piece bathing suit with some trailing scarves. Glaring, she moaned and waved her arms at them. “Go back!” she demanded. “Back, before you join me forever under the seaaaaaaas!”

As a performance… it wasn’t great. Terrible, even, if the boys were blunt. But that was why they were here. They could see that somewhere inside her, beneath those ripe melons and flat tummy and tight booty, Ectopussy had the soul of a true thespian. She just needed some help.

Jim and Jake grinned at her. They had come in costume too, hauling large backpacks and carrying futuristic looking wands. After all, it would be rude to critique her acting without demonstrating their own. And they were looking forward to showing her what good ghostbusters they could be.

Their wands couldn’t shoot proton streams like in the movies, but they could deliver plenty of volts, since they were modified cattle prods. Ectopussy shrieked, her first authentic sounding wail of the night, as they lit her up.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” she babbled as she stumbled backwards and landed flat on her heart shaped ass. “What the fuck was that?!”

It was a poor response to their improv cue. If nothing else, no ghostbuster movie had received a higher rating than PG-13, which meant the swearing was clearly out of character. Jake kindly explained this to her while Jim jabbed her in the belly and shocked her again.

At this point, she tried to run away, which was another bad decision. Ghosts should float away, or dematerialize, not just scramble to their feet and book it. Jake tripped her as she tried to go by, sending her sprawling face first, then zapped her firm ass through her swimsuit.

“How the fuh- how am I supposed to float or whatever?” Ectopussy protested. “Look, I, I’m sure you’re great guys and I really don’t want you to tase me again, but I’m not a real ghost. You… you understand I’m not a real ghost, right?”

This prompted a furious debate between the boys about whether claiming to not be a ghost was out of character for a ghost. Jim was insistent that movies like The Sixth Sense clearly established a precedent for ghosts that didn’t know what they were, while Jake argued that there were no examples of this happening in the ghostbusters extended universe.

“Wh-why can’t I hear your voices?” Ectopussy asked. “I, I understand you, but you’re not actually saying anything…” She groaned and clutched her head. “And how are we the only ones here? You can’t just walk into a haunted house and assault someone. There are other employees and customers and, and I should be calling for help. Why am I not screaming for help?”

Jim and Jake gave her a confused look. Why would a friend of theirs ever be screaming for help?

“Because I’m not your friend, you fucking psychos! And, and who is it that keeps talking about us??”

Jim hesitated. Not their friend? But everyone in the world was their friend. Even strangers were just friends they hadn’t met yet.

“Who… the fuck… is talking right now?!” Ectopussy hissed, her head in her hands. “And stop fucking call me that! My name isn’t Ectopussy, it’s… it’s…”

To her dismay, the young woman realized that she didn’t have any other name.

“Of course I do! It’s… I’m…!”

No, she didn’t. She didn’t even have a face. She was little more than a fuckable silhouette, really.

“Fuck off!”

She was Ectopussy, and her only purpose in life was to suffer. Her entire existence, from start to finish, revolved around being raped and violated and degraded.

“Stop!”

She was a literal fucktoy, a worthless construct designed to help other people get off.

“No! No, I’m not!”

This… wasn’t inaccurate, right now.

“See?!”

Fucktoys at least have the blessing of ignorance. They’re allowed to believe there are people who care about them, that they are more than just spunk filled condoms, that their lives COULD someday get better. Happy little illusions to help them cope.

Ectopussy was even more pathetic than that. A fucktoy with just enough awareness to appreciate how utterly fucked she really is and always will be.

“No, I… I… oh god, I don’t have a family, do I?” she whispered as her skull threatened to burst open. “Or a home, or a life, or, or… there’s just this.” She looked up at Jim and Jake, and her eyes widened in horror. “Jesus, what’s wrong with your FACES?! Why do you look like that?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

Jake chittered at its companion. Everything made sense now: this one was defective. The rot had seeped into her. But they could fix that.

“D-don’t you fucking touch me!” Ectopussy screamed as she tried to scramble away from them. But there was nowhere to go.

Jim cradled her body in its arms, unfazed by her attempts to struggle. They would fix her, and then all would be well again. The only question was how. They could expunge the rot, and she would be herself again, unburdened with knowledge.

“You mean, I would forget?” Ectopussy mewled, and genuine happiness rose up in her. To be a blind, deaf, mindless fucktoy was infinitely better than this.

Or, they could simply silence her. Leave her mind intact, but remove its outlets. On the outside, she would be just another one of their many friends. And on the inside? A nameless woman forever screaming.

“No! No no no, please! Anything but that!”

Jim and Jake agreed, that would be much more fun.

“No, I swear, I’ll be the happiest and dumbest fucktoy you’ve ever tasted! Just give me a chance! I’ll-!”

Ectopussy happily admitted the boys were way better at improv than she was. The silly thing felt embarrassed, even, and invited the two to leave her be, but they were only just beginning their ghostbuster performance.

For the next couple hours, they treated her to a private show. Jim pinned her to a wall so Jake could bust her pussy. Jake gave her funbags a much appreciated electric massage while Jim was busting her ass. The two boys even busted her throat at the same time, the girl gurgling happily as she traded boring old oxygen for the chance to thank her new friends for all the attention.

After they’d busted all of her holes numerous times, including busting all over her face after she used her funbags to give them each a little massage of their own, the boys opened their proton packs to show her their big surprise: a new outfit! Her existing one was quite nice to look at, if a bit stained by now, but Jim and Jake were confident that this new one would do wonders for her performance.

First, they strapped her into the straitjacket, making sure it was extra tight for full authenticity. To keep it from getting too stuffy, they’d made holes for her happy funbags to pop out of and breathe. There was no lower half to the costume, which left her crotch exposed, but the boys protected her modesty by shoving their wands up her holes and taping them in place. They made walking tricky and would occasionally go off without warning, but that was part of the charm.

Second, they buckled on her mask. It had the face of a wailing banshee and a couple custom modifications. There was a round, spherical mouthpiece attached that went into her mouth, ensuring that even the most eloquent statement would become a proper ghostly moan. And then there was the blindfold, which they were confident would help her physical performance.

Ectopussy was indeed a huge success that night. Visitors were terrified of the shambling, moaning woman who stumbled through the halls and randomly paused to scream as electrical noises crackled around her. Make the slightest sound, they soon discovered, and she would lurch after them, moaning loudly as she tried to catch up. It was all frightfully spooky.

When the night ended, all the other employees gathered around to congratulate Ectopussy on a job well done. She’d inspired their creativity, and it wasn’t long before someone suggested her costume would look even spookier with lots of slimy white ectoplasm running down her legs. They yanked the wands out of the girl, and got right to work setting up a dress rehearsal.

When morning arrived, Ectopussy positively basted from the waist down in their ectoplasm, the manager had a suggestion of his own. Instead of making their new star actress struggle in and out of her costume between every shift, they could just leave her in it permanently! Being blind, mute, and without the use of her hands would make daily life difficult, which is why he kindly volunteered to let her stay in the back office.

After they’d all taken their leave, eager to return to work tomorrow, Ectopussy was left alone in the back office. She slept peacefully there on the soft, warm concrete floor, secure in the knowledge that she wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

And somewhere behind her eyes, a woman screamed and screamed and screamed.

*

The last stop on Jim and Jake’s night this year was a sorority slumber party. It was one of the biggest events of the year for the sorority, and forty beautiful young women, all of them bright and cheerful with excellent futures ahead of them, were having the night of their lives in the common room as they enjoyed all the classic hallmarks of a good sleepover: scary movies, boy talk, makeovers, pillow fights, sundaes, pajamas, and plenty of bonding with lifelong friends.

It was already a wonderful night for them, but Jim and Jake knew what would make it even better. After all, girls their age loved werewolf romances these days, right?

Werewolves themselves weren’t real, of course, but a big hairy dog was the next closest thing, and the boys knew someone willing to loan out a whole pack of them. How the girls cried out in amazement and jumped for joy when sixty huge mastiffs, the scrawniest among them still nearly twice the weight of the heaviest sorority sister, burst into the party barking up a storm.

The dogs were all extremely friendly, especially with pretty girls, and were eager to show them the two tricks they’d all been taught. The first was their ability to hop right onto a woman’s back and fill her with sticky puppy love. Pajamas and underwear were no obstacle to them at all, not when they could punch through them in a single joyful thrust. Within moments, all forty girls were face down under a couple hundred pounds of fur and muscle, their tight pussies being introduced to their mates’ thick red rockets.

The dogs’ second trick was their ability to turn almost anything into a - short-lived - chew toy. Even the toughest gristle and most stubborn bones could be shredded with ease. They preferred their puppy love trick, naturally, but whenever a girl didn’t seem too interested in that, they were happy to have a fallback.

Almost everyone required at least a brief demonstration of their chew toy trick to break the ice, but all thirty six girls whose throats were still intact afterwards quickly got into the swing of things, lying docile beneath their lovers while their twats were stuffed and pummeled.

When the knots began to swell, human and beast alike howled at the moon. A few of the sorority sisters got a little worked up about their pussies being stretched out by giant lumps of dog cock, and did some very silly things in response, but the dogs were gentle about letting them know that all a bitch needed to do now was lay there and enjoy it. They ended up lying very still indeed, while the other twenty nine girls put their heads down and waited patiently for their lovers to finish, passing the time by counting their new and exciting numbers of fingers and toes.

After about twenty minutes their knots shrank, and each girl was left with a happy gaping slit and a womb full of warm gooey puppy batter, just like they’d probably always dreamed of. Before they could even begin to feel lonely, though, each lovely sister was mated by one of the dogs who hadn’t had a turn yet. Only two girls had a poor response to this, while the other twenty seven settled in for round two.

An hour after their arrival, there were still a handful of fresh dogs squirting puppy love into their obedient bitches, but most of the pack found themselves needing assistance. Pumping a nice young woman full of puppies was their favorite activity in the world, but their second favorite had to be when those nice young puppy incubators used their tongues on their spent doggy dicks. There was no better way to get their furry ballsacks brewing up a fresh litter.

Some of the girls - twenty two, to be exact - were able to pick up on what their lovers wanted, and of those, nineteen were willing to dive in and wrap their pretty lips around slimy canine cocks. Once they got going, the entire room was filled with the gentle symphony of them sucking and slurping on their tail wagging lovers, while the other twenty one girls lay quiet and unblinking.

Two girls weren’t very good at minding their teeth, but that left seventeen sweet sorority sisters rolling onto their stomachs to present their pussies to their mates. Half were missing at least one nipple, several had gotten free and extensive nose jobs, and there were fewer than one hundred fingers left between them, but they were now steadfast and devoted bitches, each and every one.

That’s why only one panicked when it turned out the dogs‘ current interest wasn’t their gaping, puppy batter drooling pussies, it was their tight little buttholes. The other sixteen did their best to just close their eyes and enjoy the ride as eager red rockets pumped and churned their guts.

Out of the sixteen doggy buttfucked sorority sisters, fourteen were cultured enough to appreciate the subtle pleasures of being anally knotted without raising a fuss. When some of the other dogs came nosing around, hoping for a bit of attention, all fourteen were willing to suck their dicks in the hope of guzzling puppy juices, but only ten were skilled enough to manage.

As the ratio of dogs to girls grew even more lopsided, double doggy dickings became the norm. Some pups found themselves enamored with going the wrong way up their bitches’ poop chutes, while others kept returning to their twats to make sure their wombs were drowning in dog spunk, but every animal loved a good suckjob. Nine sorority sisters didn’t throw up when they realized what they were tasting on the matted fur. Eight didn’t have a panic attack when pissed on. Seven kept minding their teeth.

By the time the sun rose and the dogs’ owners showed up to collect them, all three girls at the slumber party were exhausted but still working hard to please their lovers. This left many dogs with no bitch to mate, but thirty seven juicy party platters to snack on.

Such skillful dog lovers were rare, so the owners were quick to offer all three girls an exciting job at their ranch. Each former sorority sister - they’d be far too busy to keep attending college - would be given full room and board: their very own space in the kennel, and whatever dog food scraps their mates left behind. They would get to spend all day, every day, face down and ass up, mounted and knotted and pumped full of puppy love.

One girl politely declined, and that was fine too: there were still plenty of hungry dogs. The other two found themselves tucked away in cozy cages, along with several of their new furry husbands. As the vans began to transport all sixty two animals home, fresh knots already swelling up inside happy holes, both girls quietly wept in joy. Their slumber party would never have to end.

Jim and Jake watched the vans drive away, munching some candy that a stray child or two had donated to them. Another glorious Halloween had passed, and now they must return to more mundane life, but their sadness was fleeting.

After all, EVERY day was a good day to make new friends.