Kinktober 31: The Wrong Treat

“Trick or treat!” The four eighteen year old women held out their pumpkin-shaped bags up towards Allison the moment she opened the door, which made her smile with joy.

“That’s so cool!” Allison looked them up and down. One of them was dressed as a mummy, another as a the traditional red devil with horns and pitchfork, one was dressed like a cat girl in a plain white dress and a big brass bell dangling from a red cord around her neck; the characteristics of who Allison recognized as Xiao from Dark Cloud, and the last girl was… “You’re Godzilla, right?”

“Actually, I’m a tarrasque from Dungeons & Dragons.” The woman who looked like she was all spikes and scutes said.

“Ah! Not exactly my thing, but you know what? I totally dig that! You went for something you love instead of what you know works, or what’s fashionable! I’d totally dress up as something absurd that no sane man ever heard of tonight, except you know… Aunt and uncle are mega-religious, and they’re having none of that. Not while in this house they don’t.” Allison pulled up the backpack full of candy she had kept hidden behind the coat rack.

“That sucks!” The mummy said.

“Yeah, if I couldn’t celebrate Halloween I’d literally go insane! Nya~!” The catgirl said.

“Eh, can’t choose your family, you know?” Allison said as she distributed the candy to each of the bags, “But mom was pretty much made to go here for the holiday, and dad was feeling under the weather so couldn’t. So, you know… I went here with her. I had to. Who knows what kind of anti-matter interaction will occur if I leave her with these folks unattended?.”

“Yeah, but still…” The tarrasque said as a chocolate bar was plopped into her bag, “I mean, what day of the year other than Halloween do you mix scary, fun and sweets in such a fantastic way?”

“Hey, it’s not so bad! Besides, I’ve got a very special plan for when aunt and uncle are tucking their little Arthur into bed!” Allison winked.

“Allison!” A stern yet shrill voice was heard from upstairs, “Who is that?”

“Oh!” In a hurry Allison shoved some random sweets into the women’s bags, waving good-bye to the grateful and understanding trick or treaters as she shut the door, “Nobody, aunt Pernilla! Just someone asking for directions!”

Dinner passed without incident, beyond the regular judgmentalness that post-punk-princess Penny Carlyle had to endure every time she came across her family, and which was nothing her daughter Allison couldn’t curate with the eloquence that naturally arose form her confidence and general chipper attitude.

As evening fell, and the household owners attended their little Arthur and prepared him for the night, Allison fell down on the rocking chair on the other side of the couch on which her exhausted mom laid.

“Great work, mom! I thought I was going to see some fireworks this evening, but you managed to hold up pretty well!”

“Yeah… I really couldn’t have done it without you Allison… Sorry… I know just how much you love Halloween and have been looking forward to this…”

Allison grinned, “Heh… Yeah, that’s right I’ve been looking forward to it. That’s why I kept a backup plan for events just like these. See, for this year, I created a pill that actually turns you into a monster girl for the night, and I was saving it for this moment. That’s right. I don’t have my costume, cause I’m gonna be my costume. Who knows? Maybe I’ll turn into a werewolf girl, who’ll prowl the streets after her prey. Or a vampire girl, who’ll put you in a trance and make you obey my every whim. Or… or a succubus, who’ll seduce you into doing dark deeds. This Halloween is gonna be amazing. Wanna come out and do some real mischief around town?”

Penny smiled adoringly towards her daughter, “Allison… Go ahead and do what you do. Hope you don’t get offended, but I’m really not into monster girls. Especially not at this moment.”

“Hehe! This town’s gonna freak out!” Allison pulled up the backpack and rummaged around the pockets, her smile subsiding as she kept searching the bag without finding anything.

“Huh… I could have sworn I took them with me. They should be around here unless… Oh. Oh! Did I just give them to those trick or treaters in a haste?” Allison pulled up a handful of plastic bags with a blue pill in each of them, “At least I didn’t give them the lust-suppressant needed not to go total berserk when monsterized.” ‘

“...Is this gonna be trouble?” Penny asked.

“...Let’s call it sufficient mischief for the Holiday.” Allison pushed herself as far back on the rocking chair as she could and then released the rocking on the chair full swing, “Tomorrow’s news is gonna be great. Right now let’s rest for the night.”

“Looks like every plan is cursed to ruin today huh… Hope you’re not disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” Allison laughed, “What’s there to be disappointed about? If you get to actually be cursed on Halloween, what more can you ask for?”

Penny sighed, but smiled as she looked towards Allison, “Never let them let you down… That’s my Allison.”

“Yeah. Tonight it’ll be enough to be a monster girl on the inside… And to spend it with the best mom in the world.”

“Happy Halloween, Allison.”

“Happy Halloween, mom!”

THE END!