#witch costume

Antique photo of a woman in Wiccan Witch Costume, 1900-1909. | src eBay

Bit late but I was a cute witch for Halloween

Bored, frustrated, and super wound up from not getting any at the Halloween party, Stacy has gone home early! Her roommates are all still out, so she’s aaaaall alone in the dark, creaky apartment, and can’t stop herself from fantasising about what sorts of horrible monsters might be lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on a helpless girl…

Of course… she might not be alone in the apartment at all. Someone else might have decided to let themselves in…~

content warnings! (these are kinda spoilery, so only check these if you’re unsure about anything you see in the tags, and want to make an informed decision about whether to read! <3)

for this story i think the rubicon has been crossed into straight-up erotic horror, so if you get freaked out by (what i hope are) actual spooks and scares, you may wanna give it a miss. this one carries a noncon warning, but the most intense it gets is Stacy fantasising about noncon, nothing actually happens to her. there’s also a brief mention of a small amount of blood in one of these fantasies, as well as knotting.

happy reading! <3

Stacy Smith’s heels clacked against the tiles as she bounced down the corridor towards her apartment, humming tunelessly to herself. It was a chilly Halloween evening, and she was glad to be back inside, since the outfit she’d picked out was… well, it’d be generous to call it an outfit. A pink, pointy witch’s hat rested on top of her platinum blonde hair, and her body was criss-crossed by similarly coloured straps, which elaborately conspired to keep three scraps of pink fabric in place over her chest, and between her legs. The only other concession to modesty was a full-length, pink sparkly cape, which was too small to really cover her properly; when it was pulled tight, all it did was outline Stacy’s oversized, subtly enhanced tits, while leaving a generous and appealing window which revealed her bare belly and crotch.

The whole ensemble had seemed like a brilliant idea when Stacy came up with it; after all, the sorority Halloween party was the biggest event of Autumn. She wanted to have fun, and get laid! Besides, the outfit wouldn’t even be a problem if she could get a ride home with some cutie!

Unfortunately, she’d struck out. Repeatedly. Apparently there was such a thing as “too much”, and every single partygoer she’d tried to hit on had shuffled off to the bathroom with an embarrassing stain in their pants. Which, to be honest, Stacy had kinda enjoyed…

She produced a set of keys from who-knows-where, and let herself into the apartment. It was pretty nice, especially for four college kids, with a front room, and five doors leading to the bedrooms and the kitchen. They even had their own bathrooms!

The lights were off when Stacy got inside, so she flopped down on one of the couches in the dark. She thought about flipping on the TV to watch a terrible scary movie, but the remote was a little too far away, and she’d had a few too many drinks at the party to want to move.

Instead, she lay there for a while. Stacy had lost track of her roommates at the party; Amelia had been flirting with a crowd of girls near the bar the last time she’d seen her, getting the bandages from her mummy costume slowly unwrapped by a bunch of giggling bimbos, who discovered to their delight that the cocky, hung, muscular girl was commando underneath them.

Isaac, meanwhile, had suffered a critical wardrobe malfunction with his demon outfit, which had come out a lot more sparkly and skintight than it had looked in the pictures. The poor guy was slim and feminine at the best of time, but hiding his adorably tiny bulge (and gropable ass) was next to impossible in that getup, and the last time Stacy had seen him, he’d been cornered by a group of older girls, who were doting on him in the most embarrassing way possible.

She had no idea where Luna had gotten to; she’d been against going to the party in the first place, and had been more or less dragged by the others, and her only concession to the costuming had been a slasher mask over her usual stained sweatpants and hoodie.

It seemed as if none of them were back yet… Stacy’s mind started to wander. All alone, in this dark, empty apartment, on Halloween…

Her hands, covered by elbow-length pink gloves, started to wander downward, and she tugged the scant piece of fabric covering her crotch to the side. She had been really looking forward to getting some tonight, and while all that teasing had been fun, it had left her high and dry… well, that might not be quite the right expression.

Stacy dipped her hand down, and squirmed. Fuck. She hadn’t realised she was that wet… it was a wonder there hadn’t been a stain in her outfit. Moving her hand in slow circles, she couldn’t help thinking about what might be lurking in the shadows. She was completely defenceless… if there was some sort of terriblemonsterhiding out in here, she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it…

Her heart beat faster. Some latex-clad vampire vixen, ready to hypnotise Stacy and leave her a drooling, mindless slave, leaning in for a kiss only to sink those cute little fangs into her, pulling back with a single line of red running down her chin… or, fuck, maybe a werewolf with a knot the size of her fist, all pent-up and desperate and ready to breed…

Or maybe, she thought, as her breath quickened and a knot of excited, shameful dread tightenedl in the pit of her stomach, some creep is in here already, and he just saw a cute, defenceless girl lay down on the couch and start rubbing herself stupid, and now he’s thinking that he can do whatever he wants to her, and she’ll probablylikeit…

Just as Stacy was getting lost in that little fantasy, there was a sudden clattering noise from somewhere else in the apartment. Stacy’s hand clamped over her mouth, while her legs snapped shut. She held her breath. Fuck. Was someone actually in here? Were they… watching her?

Stacy should have been terrified, and she really was. But… at the same time…

She didn’t move from where she was, still reclining on the couch in her costume. Heck, she didn’t even try to cover herself with the cape. Instead, her hand started to trace slow, careful circles again…

Jeez… I’m such a fucking freak… she whined inwardly, struggling not to roll her hips. She was shaking, the momentary shot of fear making every thrum of pleasure from between her legs more intense… she should really stop, and go and check on that noise, but…it was probably nothing.

Or maybe whatever it was will come to check on me first…

It was the same kind of thrill Stacy got from watching old, cheesy slasher movies late at night, but that feeling was little more than an echo of what she was experiencing now. Being helpless and  vulnerable felt so good, and Stacy moaned into her gloved hand as, unbidden, images of someone sinister in the shadows, wearing some tacky mask, and watching her every move came to mind.

Come onnn… come and get me… I’m right here… just use meeee…

Stacy had almost immediately forgotten about the actual, real-world noise she’d heard, far too caught up in fantasising about imaginary slasher movie villains to pay it any more thought.

Creak.

And just like that, Stacy was snapped straight back to reality. Holy shit. Was that a-

Creak.

Footstep.

Someone was actually in here. Someone was fucking in here, and they were creeping towards her. Stacy tried to stay still, but she was shaking more than ever now. It was almost pitch dark. Maybe they hadn’t seen her? Maybe they’d just… go away…?

Creak.

Or keep coming straight towards her. Fuck.  Stacy’s heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest.

Stacy tried. She really tried. This situation was serious now. She had to do something. But the fact was… well…

She was sooo fucking wet right now…

Every moment she expected the danger and adrenaline to snap her out of it, but instead she was so wired that just holding her hand against her drooling, greedy cunt felt incredible. So incredible that she almost didn’t catch it when the footsteps stopped.

Right behind the sofa she was lying on. Stacy’s eyes widened as a dark, imperceptible mass loomed over her.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

She couldn’t make out a single detail of the person’s face. But then, did that mean they could see her? She was lying on the couch, so maybe she’d just blend into that.

They reached down. Stacy’s heartbeat was deafening as their hand came closer and closer, almost, barely-

Their finger brushed Stacy’s hip. Stacy suppressed a shudder, struggling with an insane urge to lean into that touch. Although a distant part of her wondered why their hand had felt so weird… and then it hit her in a flash.

They were wearing gloves. Nice, thick, fingerprint-obscuring gloves.

Shiiiiit… I have to move… I have to…

But she couldn’t. Stacy was scared stiff, and could do nothing but lie there and try not to whimper, as those hands moved up from her hips, tracing a line up from her belly to…

 No way… seriously?

Stacy’s nipples were obviously poking through the fabric of her outfit, and when the intruder’s hands sank into the soft flesh of her tits, they ached desperately.

Stacy’s eyes rolled back. Fuck. This was… this was too much… if he kept groping her like this she’d…

And then just like that, the hands pulled back. Stacy couldn’t even use this chance to catch her breath; she was too scared to remove her hand from her mouth. But still, maybe they were done! Maybe she’d be-

Creak.

No.

Creak.

Murmurs and whispers from somewhere else in the room… Stacy couldn’t catch a lot, but she heard the word “couch”.

Creak.

Nonono…

Two more sets of footsteps moving across the room towards her.

Stacy had to get up. She had to run, now.

But the only thing she could properly move was… her hand.

Stacy whimpered helplessly, but she couldn’t stop herself. It just felt too good.

As the others moved in, and she was completely surrounded, Stacy squeezed her eyes shut, and pushed down on her clit with her thumb.

The most powerful orgasm of Stacy’s life hit her like a freight train. In a way, that was actually kinda lucky; Stacy was a bit of a screamer, but as her eyes snapped open and rolled back, and her body felt like it was being electrified, it was so intense that she couldn’t even make a sound. She couldn’t see for sure, but she felt like she was squirting, and Stacy was distantly glad that the couches were faux-leather, at least. As it was, her thighs were soaked, and her glove was thoroughly ruined. Squirming and writhing and shaking the whole time, she was the picture of total vulnerability, totally defenceless…

Stacy didn’t know how long she spent drowning in pure, fear-induced ecstasy, but when her body finally started winding down, and her eyes refocused, she slumped, exhausted, as all strength left her. She could almost have passed out right there, despite the terrible danger, when one of the shadowy forms standing behind the sofa leaned over to another, and spoke.

“Hey, I thought you said Stacy was striking out? Shouldn’t she be back by now?”

Stacy couldn’t help it. She knew that voice.

“Isaac??”

“Aaaaahh!!”

All three of the figures jumped back, at least one of them fell over, and this time Stacy found enough breath to join in with the screaming. The next thirty seconds were a panicky, fumbling mess, during which time Stacy tugged her panties back into place, and stuffed her soaked glove down the back of the couch to hide it. By the time the lights were flicked on, everyone was on their feet.

Amelia, Luna, and Isaac stood in a row, sheepishly fidgeting with their costumes. Luna was indignantly rubbing her butt.

“Uhh… surprise!” Amelia tried, and Isaac even tried to accompany her with jazz hands, which was cute (especially with his mittens on), if unhelpful.

“So… you three were waiting in here to scare me?” Stacy guessed, her arms folded under her tits.

“Well, we came back a bit earlier to discuss- ow!” Luna started, before Amelia reached over and punched the girl on the arm.

Stacy raised an eyebrow.

“To discuss what?”

“N-nothing!” Isaac interjected.

“I… you know what, I’m too tired to care, I’m wiped,” Stacy lied, making a mental note to corner Isaac and get some answers out of him later.

“Yeah, I guess you must be. You might have said something when you heard we were in here, were you passed out on the sofa or something? You didn’t look like you were drinking thatmuch,” Amelia said, cocking her head.

Stacy’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly moved her one ungloved hand behind her back.

“I, uh, just needed to lie down for a few minutes! Speaking of which, goodnight!” she turned, and hastily retreated towards her room, before pausing, and turning around, one hand on her chin, and the other on her bare hip.

“Wait a minute… if you were just waiting in the living room to scare me, what was with all the groping around on the couch?” she asked.

“Sorry, I uh… kinda lost my phone, and I was checking to see if it had fallen between the couch cushions,” Isaac replied. There was a moment of silence, and then the penny dropped. Isaac’s face went from his usual slightly embarrassed blush to entirely bright red, almost the same colour as all of the lipstick marks that had been left on him by the girls at the party.

“W-w-w-wait, I-”

“Ohhh, so that explains why you were asking us if we’d gotten some new couch cushions when you came back into the room,” Amelia smirked.

“Mhmm, you were talking about how soft and squishy they were…” Luna chimed in, giving Isaac a lazy smile.

“I-I, aaahhh, fuck, I-I’m so sorry Stacy, I thought it felt weird but I still had my gloves on so I- I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Stacy shot Isaac a wink, and bent over, making sure to show off her tits as best as possible.

“But you know, if you wanted to cop a feel, you only had to ask…”

Isaac did his best impression of a computer crashing, and fled to his room, covering a very obvious little bulge in his costume. The others laughed too, but Stacy was pleased to note the very obvious stain that was forming halfway down Luna’s thigh in her sweatpants, and that Amelia was disturbing her costume all on her own now as her cock twitched involuntarily…

Normally, she would have delighted at the opportunity to be a total teasing slut, but Stacy had already tired herself out (and also wanted to flee the scene before anyone started asking questions about the veryobvious wet patch on the couch). So she continued on to her room, giving her other roommates a devilish smirk as she disappeared into the darkness…

aww shit, here we go again, three year streak of getting a completed Halloween story out on time!

for this one, i wanted to dig back into an existing character! long-time readers might recognise the protaganist of this one as being from Under Lock and Key, another story about Stacy putting herself into sexually risky and dangerous situations for the sheer thrill of it! don’t worry though, this is both a prequel, and has very little connective tissue to that story besides Stacy herself, so if you haven’t read that, you should be fine!

you also might be thinking, “Jane, you went to a lot of trouble to give us the layout of the apartment, and names, roommates and basic personalities for all the roommates, but they didn’t factor a whole lot into this story! what gives?” well, uh…

surprise! this story is going to lead directly into a No Nut November fic that I’ll be posting across the course of the next month. it’s gonna feature all the same characters as this story, and will kinda get into why, by the time we get to Under Lock and Key, Stacy is as much of a sadist as she is…~

i hope y'all enjoyed this one! let me know what you think of it!! happy halloweeeeeen <3