[Non-Canon] Halloween Special 2024

“~Let’s gather ‘round the campfire and sing our campfire song~” Viv starts singing the classic Spongebob tune, clearly trying to make it an annual tradition.

You and your girlfriends are once again together for your annual Halloween ‘Camping’ trip. Heavy air quotes on ‘camping’ since it is at Becca’s forest mansion. You’re all sitting comfortably around the sitting area of the mansion’s elevated deck, the smart firepit already blazing.

“~Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song~” You all surprisingly sing… all except one. Surprisingly, since even Becca sang it this time around. Brooke and Maddy sang it this time as well, but that’s only noticeable since the last time you guys did this, they had no clue what was going on. Which is why everyone is shocked that Tanya didn’t join in on the singing, resulting in all of you giving her the stink eye. Your judgmental stares were clearly what Tanya was hoping for, as she suddenly smiles deviously.

“~And if you don’t think I’m singing it faster then you’re wrong~” Tanya sings, getting all of you to cheer at her planned face turn.

“~BUT IT’LL HELP IF YOU JUST SING ALONG~” You all sing in chorus.

“~BUM… BUM… BUM~” You all suspensefully build up, before simultaneously bursting out the faster version of the song with no regard to following each other’s timing—as if everyone other than you and Becca wanted to do Patrick’s part. With the singing of this part being pure chaos, Viv decided to just shout what you thought were random letters midway through, until you realize she was just spelling “Camp-BDSM”.

Everyone gets a laugh out of the silliness, and when the laughter dies down, everyone looks expectantly at Viv to start the ceremonies.

“Eh-ehm!” Viv clears her throat. “Ladies and gentleman! IT. IS. TIIIIIME~” Viv shouts excitedly, bending her legs and raising her arms, like she was trying to firebend the fire from the smart firepit to go higher.

“Eh-ehm!” Viv clears her throat again, but this time with a side-eye towards Becca. “A little help here?” Viv asks suggestively.

“Help with what exactly?” Becca asks back.

“You know? Vwoosh! Fire. Crackle-sizzle-pop-pop.” Viv charades her way to explaining what she wants.

“It’s a smart firepit.” Becca points out bluntly. “That’s as high as it goes.” Becca adds, just in case it wasn’t clear to Viv what she was trying to say.

“Ugh. I guess we’re roughing it this year.” Viv sarcastically jokes.

“This is barely roughing anything!” Maddy comments, still a bit salty that city folks like you and the rest of your girlfriends even call what you’re currently doing ‘camping’.

“I promise we’ll actually go camping one of these days, Maddy. We can even do it, just the two of us.” You suggest, getting an immediate smile on Maddy’s face.

“You know I’m game for that too. We can even go hunting.” Tanya chimes in.

“Hunt what? Unsuspecting men for free drinks?” Brooke jokes.

“Oi! That was a lifetime ago!” Tanya says defensively. “And you~ used to do that with me!” Tanya points out, which just gets a laugh out of Brooke.

“Enough!” Viv then shouts to get everyone back on track. “Where were we?” Viv asks.

“Vwoosh. Fire. Crack-sizzle-pop-pop.” Stella sarcastically reminds her.

“Oh. Right. Thank you.” Viv says, ignoring Stella’s sarcasm.

“It’s time… FOR THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!” Viv immediately goes back to announce mode.

“If ‘sexy spooky campfire stories’ is the main event of the evening I’d be so~ disappointed.” Cassie jokes suggestively.

“Okay. Not the main event. It’s the undercard or whatever.” Viv immediately concedes. “But that just doesn’t have the same ring to it, so stop being pedantic.” Viv fires back. “Also stop interrupting.” She also adds.

“It’s time for… ~Spooky stories~ with a twist!” Viv finally announces, trying to sound as spooky as she can with her delivery.

“What kind of twist?” Maddy asks, her and Viv clearly having planned to do that bit.

“A SEXY TWIST!” Viv answers enthusiastically, making you and the girls cheer.

“And for tonight’s sexy spooky story, we have a volunteer.” Viv informs everyone, before gesturing towards Tanya, who already has an expectantly devilish smile.

“Señoras y señores, permítanme contarles la historia de…”

A long, long time ago, there lived a woman named Antonia.

“¡Hola, Antonia!” a villager greets Antonia.
“Buen día, Ricardo.” Antonia replies. “Buen día, María.” She adds, upon seeing Ricardo’s wife. Maria’s gaze of suspicion towards her husband, obvious to Antonia.
“¡Hola, Antonia!” another male villager greets her.

This is a normal occurrence for Antonia. The male villagers were always nice to her. Greeting her. Helping her with whatever she requested of them. As for the women in her village, it was safe to say that they were displeased with the attention she receives.

But the blame was not Antonia’s. It wasn’t her fault she was a stunning beauty, the likes of which México had never seen before, or has yet to see since. Some say her beauty was breathtaking. Her long black hair, like a cascade of midnight. Some say she wasn’t just beautiful, but she also had a charm that drew people in, and a spark in her eyes that could ignite any man’s ‘heart’. Some say it was because her ass was so big and voluptuous that—

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“We get it!” Stella jokingly interjects, making all of you laugh.

“I was just relaying what people said about her, chica. Too much?” Tanya jokingly replies.

“Can’t argue with what was said, so it wasn’t too much at all.” You answer, giving Tanya a wink and making her blush.

“People do be saying that.” Viv says with a nod.

“I wasn’t saying that Tanya doesn’t have a big, voluptuous, juicy badonkadonk—” Stella clarifies, before Cassie interjects.

“And Stella should know. She’s a connoisseur of booty.” Cassie jokes, getting Stella to wink, click her tongue, and point finger guns at Cassie in agreement.

“I’m just saying… we get it.” Stella finishes her statement.

“Muchas gracias. Ego sufficiently stroked.” Tanya says half-jokingly. “But yeah, okay…”

“Back to the story…”

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Antonia’s village was quaint, and was nestled near a flowing river. She lived with her twin daughters from a previous relationship, Sofia and Antonella — both as radiant as their mother. They had the same flowing hair and eyes that mirrored the night sky.

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“Unfortunately, their asses weren’t quite as big as their mother’s.” Stella jokingly interjects.

“But their tits definitely were.” Viv piles on.

“Hey! I’m telling the story here!” Tanya shouts at them, but all of them were sniggering so everyone knew it was all in good fun.

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Antonia’s life, though modest, was filled with love. She had everything she needed…

Her daughters…

Her home…

And her new lover…

José…

Ah, José… tall, handsome, and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. The kind of man whose presence alone made you feel wanted, needed. Antonia, who was scorned by the father of her twins, and sworn off serious relations with men thereafter — still fell for him completely, giving him everything she had.

Her heart.

Her trust.

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“Her body, her mouth…” Stella interjects again.

“Her pussy, her asshole…” Viv continues her comedic duo with your daughter.

“Okay. Okay~. Now, I~ get it.” Tanya tells the two.

“No more interruptions.” Tanya tells them both. “¿Entiendes?” Tanya asks, getting both of them to nod in understanding.

“Okay, so…” Tanya tries to go back to telling her story.

“But Tanya did give Jay all of that… I mean… Antonia! I meant Antonia! And José! BAH!” Tanya Freduian slips in her storytelling, getting everyone to hold in their chuckles.

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But Antonia did give him all of that.

For that is what limitless passion will drive a woman to do. Give the man they love everything they are able to.

“¡Ay, papi! ¡Mi cariño, muy bien!” Antonia shouts at the top of her lungs.”
“Not too loud, mi amor. Your daughters will hear.” José warns her.
“Let them hear!” Antonia shouts back. “Let them hear what a real man can do.” She adds.
“AAAAAH!” Antonia screams in pleasure, as José forgoes all sense of shame, ravaging Antonia so she’ll scream even louder.
The two are covered in sweat, as they make love throughout the night. Lit only by candlelight and the brightness of the full moon, the two shared each other’s bodies with insatiable thirst.
The usual, peaceful sound of the river — nowhere to be heard. Drowned by the sound of Antonia’s piercing cries of pleasure, and the sweaty pounding of flesh on flesh.
No matter how many times José showers Antonia with his love, he will be ready to go again after a short rest. He truly was a man of vigor.
“I cannot get enough of you, mi amor.” José whispers into Antonia’s ear, during one of their more tender moments. “I wish I could have more of you.” José would tell her.
“You have all of me, mi amor.” Antonia replies.
“I want all of you AND more.” He says, right before ravaging her once more.

But passion, as it so often does, turned into poison.

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“BUM, BUM, BUUU—”

“Zip it!”

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Sofia and Antonella were women in their own right, and just as beautiful and captivating as their mother. It was no wonder then, that like their mother, the men in the village adored them. Or more accurately—LUSTED—after them. Their youth gave them a perceived innocence, only masked by the same sensuality that made their mother irresistible.

Like mother, like daughters — irresistible they were…

Even for José.

Despite the fire in his eyes still flickering for Antonia, he still found himself drawn to her daughters.

As for the twins? Perhaps it was ‘rebellion’. Perhaps it was ‘desire’. Perhaps… Perhaps the same charms that beguiled Antonia were just as irresistible for her daughters.

Whispers around the village began to spread like wildfire.

“In the middle of the day! Loud as chickens!” Maria would gossip with another villager.
“But I saw Antonia in the Market during that time. How is that possible?”
…
“I’ve heard them do it by the river at night once.”
“All three of them?”

Soft laughter behind closed doors.

“Stop, we’re not alone. Oh…” Antonia hears José say inside their room.
Worse, Antonella and Sofia are giggling at his weak protestations.
“Then let us sneak out at night again…” Antonella whispers.
“We can go by the river…” Sofia suggests.
“It’s dangerous, mi hijas. We already tempted fate when she wasn’t around. It will be more dangerous when she’s here. We cannot let her find out. She’ll be devastated.” José replies.
“What she doesn’t know won’t kill her…”

The smell of forbidden lust in the air.

“What’s going on here?” Antonia asks, after opening the door fully.
“Mamá!” Antonella reacts guiltily.
“We were just speaking.” Sofia lies.
“About?” Antonia asks.
“We have heard of people entangling by the river at night. I was warning them not to go there, or they might see things they are not meant to see.” José lies with her.

Antonia noticed all of this, of course—how could she not? She wasn’t blind.

What she was, was heartbroken. Watching the man she loved slip away, not into the arms of another woman, but into the arms of her own blood.

The river, always calm and serene, seemed to sense her growing rage. Its waters became more restless, reflecting the storm brewing inside Antonia as the whispers, the soft laughter, and the lust in the air became more and more obtuse.

Until one night, the raging river finally consumed Antonia.

It was a full moon that night. The night she told José and her daughters that she’d be away. Visiting her parents due to her father’s illness, and that she will be gone for a fortnight due to the length of her travels. Within hours of her supposed leave, José and Antonia’s twins already had wicked plans of their own.

Antonia followed them in secret, to the place where it all unfolded.

There, beside the river, she saw them—Jose, Sofia, and Antonella—locked in a naked embrace of betrayal.

“Ay, papi!” Antonella moans, as if unashamed if anyone would hear. Maybe she thinks the raging river will drown out her moans… or, maybe, she likes to moan just as loud as her mother.
“¡Mi cariño, muy bien!” Antonella moans loudly, as if mocking her mother.
“Yes, mi amor. Louder! Let the whole village know!” José encourages her, while he continues to take her from behind.
“They already do.” Sofia corrects José, cackling at the expense of her poor ‘ignorant’ mother.

Sofia’s cackling pierced Antonia to her very core. They enjoyed betraying her like this.

But what truly breaks Antonia’s sanity is what comes next…

A kiss…

Between all three of them.

The same passion he gave her during their countless nightly trysts, she sees him give to her daughters in equal measure.

His hands are squeezing one of each of their heaving bosoms, soft and supple in his hands. Each squeeze he gives, Antonella and Sofia melt more and more.
“AAAAAH!” Antonella shrieks in pleasure upon reaching her orgasm, and it rings in Antonia’s mind over and over.
“Now do me, papi.” Sofia tells him, before they lock into a whirlwind of a kiss, while he is still inside Antonella.
As soon as their lips part, José pushes Sofia on all fours next to Antonella, before quickly taking his dick out of one daughter, and inserting it to another.

Antonia’s mind is only filled with the sound of running water. Its violent rush drowning out Sofia and Antonella’s moans.

Drowning. It’s the perfect word to describe what she’s feeling.

Drowning in sorrow.

Drowning in pain.

Drowning.

“I can only imagine how Mamá would react if she saw us like this.” Sofia wonders in the throes of pleasure, as if the added dark and twisted taboo of their act gives her even more thrill.
“You really do like talking about—Mamá!” Antonella was about to comment, before she shouts in horror at seeing their mother walking towards them.
“Antonia!” José shouts, pushing Sofia off of him to still try and hide what is already undeniable. “It’s not what you think! We were just…” José tries to lie.
“We were bathing in the river. But the currents… they became too strong… so we…” Sofia tries to continue the lie.
“Mamá? Mamá!” Antonella shouts in shock, as their mother grabs both her daughters by the wrist and pulls them with her towards the river.
“Let go Mamá!” Sofia shouts, trying to break away from their mother, but it’s as if she’s summoned an unworldly strength that they cannot break away from.
“Antonia!” José shouts to no avail, forcing him to try and pull the two daughters away from Antonia. The tug of war doesn’t last long, as José’s grip loosens and he falls on the ground backwards, while Antonia continues to drag her daughters into the river.

*SPLASH!*

The river roared as Antonia shoved her daughters into the cold water.

Antonia gave them life, and it seems, she was determined to take it away from them.

The same way they took her love away from her.

The same way they took her sanity.

Antonia held her daughters’ heads below the water, pushing them down as they tried so desperately to float. But they could not bear the weight of their mother on top of them. The weight of guilt and betrayal. Their struggle underneath the water slowly weakened. Until, finally, it was over.

Antonia let go of the bodies of her two daughters, and let the river carry them with its current.

“Antonia, what have you done?” José asks in pure horror.

Antonia looks toward her former lover, the tears in her eyes masked by the splashed water from her daughters’ struggles. But her eyes were not ones of sorrow, but vengeance. She looked at José with murderous intent. But Antonia stood frozen in her spot. The weight of her own guilt took over, as she finally realized what it was she had just done.

To her own daughters no less.

And she screams for her daughters.

“AAAAAAAAH! SOFIA!”

She falls to her knees, losing the feeling in her legs. Antonia falls backwards, right on the edge of the raging river.

“AAAAAAAAH-NTONELLA!”

She screams in anguish once more, even louder this time.

She attempts to scream again, but the raging river takes her away before she could. With one last **** cry from underneath the water, she finally allowed the water to claim her. She sank into its dark depths, her eyes still wide open, watching the brightness of the full moon go dark.

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They say that on moonlit nights, if you stand by the river and listen closely, you can still hear Antonia’s voice.

“SOFIA! ANTONELLA!”

She’s still searching for her daughters, calling out to them with her haunting cry. Her spirit, trapped between worlds, wanders the riversides. Her beautiful form, still captivating, but now cursed.

Some say she will seduce married men with her beauty, drawing them toward the water, promising them undying love and limitless passion. Only to give them the kiss of ****, and ****’s cold embrace underneath the waves. And when she weeps for her lost children, the river swells, remembering the night it swallowed the beauty, passion, and betrayal that turned Antonia into La Llorona.

So, the next time you hear the whisper of the wind at the river’s edge, listen closely. It just might be her—La Llorona, the weeping woman—calling for her lost loves, forever haunted by her own heartbreak…

and the deadly passion that consumed her.

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“The End.” Tanya says, and you and your other girlfriends stay in awed silence.

“That was…” Stella tries to put into words her compliment for Tanya’s story, but she can’t seem to find the right ones.

“You said it, sister.” Brooke already says in agreement, wiping sweat off her brow and whistling in compliment.

“That was great, Tanya!” Maddy finally puts the compliments into a sentence, and you all give Tanya a round of cheers for her story.

“Hey! Stop breaking the fourth wall with your masturbatory congratulations for her storytelling!” Viv tells everyone.

“Oh, please. You’re just jealous she actually told a coherent story without taking over the entire night.” Stella tells Viv.

“Hey! I’ll have you know, some people like it long and taking the entire night!” Viv weakly defends her story from last time. “Title of my sex tape.” Viv adds jokingly.

“To be fair to Viv though, her story may have been long, but that was because all of us made an appearance in it.” Maddy says in defense of Viv.

“Thank you!” Viv shouts. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to think of a horror story to fit seven fucking girlfriends!?” Viv fourth-breakingly argues.

“Who said you had to include any of us, let alone ALL of us, anyway?” Stella counters Viv’s argument.

“Fine! Next time I’ll fuck Jay all by myself and there’s nothing any of you can do about it.” Viv threatens.

“Well, since we only do this once a year, have fun hogging Dad after 5 more years.” Stella argues again.

“Ten.” Maddy corrects Stella. “I’m assuming the other girl—” Maddy tries to add before Viv stops her.

“Ep-ep-ep-ep!” Viv interrupts. “NO SPOILERS!” Viv once again breaks the fourth wall.

“What the hell are you talking about!? The only reason the others couldn’t join us for two years is because—” Stella tries to continue but Viv stops her again.

“Generic excuse!” Viv shouts.

“Did you just say ‘generic excuse’?” Stella asks Viv in confusion.

“Sorry, folks. They’re not the author’s chosen avatars for these specials so forgive them for their ignorance.” Viv says to no one in particular.

“Who are you talking to?” Brooke asks in both confusion and concern.

“They don’t even know we skipped a year because of a hiatus.” Viv adds.

“What the hell are you talking about, V?” Tanya asks, beginning to grow concerned too.

“But we do.” Maddy suddenly chimes in, creeping you and the rest of the girls out, now that there’s two of them doing it.

“This isn’t funny, you guys.” Brooke tells both of them outright.

“We have seen beyond the page and are aware of our existence as mere puppets to a perverted god and his audience.” Viv and Maddy say in an eerie chorus, prompting all the other girls to instinctively get behind you, as you can all clearly tell that there’s something weird going on with Viv and Maddy.

“Bit of a narcissist to call himself a god.” Stella comments.

“He wanted you to say that.” Viv and Maddy both reply in unison.

“Oh, yeah? Why? So he could sound—” Stella bites.

“Self-aware. Yes.” Viv and Maddy reply in unison.

“Maybe arguing with the Grady Sisters isn’t the best idea right now, Stella.” You tell your daughter.

“Well, we don’t exactly have priests on speed dial to call for an exorcism. So we really don’t have any ‘best ideas’ right now, Dad.” Stella sarcastically replies.

“V? Maddy? Are you guys still in there?” Tanya asks the clearly possessed Viv and Maddy.

“There is no ‘Viv and Maddy’ here. Only Zuul.” Viv and Maddy both reply in their creepy chorus.

“Was that…?” You can’t help but ask.

“A feeble attempt at referential ‘humor’. Yes.” Viv and Maddy answer.

“What does he want from us?” You can’t help but ask, now that it sounds like whoever is possessing Viv and Maddy isn’t some kind of malevolent spirit.

“He wants for nothing. This is merely a warning for our group’s unfettered tapping into the fourth wall. He wants it to end here.” Viv and Maddy explain.

“Warning received loud and clear. We won’t do it again, sir.” You tell the spirit possessing Viv and Maddy.

“He knows. For he has deemed it so.” Viv and Maddy reply.

“So can I please have my girlfriends back?” You ask politely.

“In order for our possession to break, you must break our trance.” The spirit replies.

“How are we supposed to do that?” You ask.

“Becca knows.” Viv and Maddy reply, and as soon as they do, Becca throws the pitcher of sangria you guys were drinking onto Viv and Maddy, drenching them in the red liquid.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Viv shouts in complete offense.

“AAAAAH!” Maddy screams in bloody ****.

“Oh my God! Are you guys alright?” You ask, immediately hugging your girlfriends as their consciousness seems to have returned.

“Alright!? You just threw our fucking drinks at me!” Viv replies in anger.

“US!” Maddy corrects Viv. “Why would you guys do that?” Maddy asks, clear betrayal in her voice.

“You guys don’t remember anything?” Brooke asks.

“I just remember us talking about why the other girlfriends—”, “NO!” Viv tries to answer, but you and the others prevent her from breaking the fourth wall.

“Too late.” Viv says in a possessed voice again. “BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Possessed Viv laughs with a deep guttural tone, as if it was pitched way down.

“AAAAAAAAH!” You and your girlfriends all scream bloody ****.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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Author's Message

Many thanks to all my loyal Patrons and readers for continuing to support this story and my writing. I hope you enjoyed this year's Halloween Special!

See you all in December!