This story contains elements of erotic horror, non-human (shapeshifter) sex, BDSM, virgin, and reluctant sex... eventually. All characters in the story are 18 years old, or older. Each chapter ends with a "bang", with a grand finale at the end...
Note 1: This is a Halloween 2019 Contest story. Please upvote if you like it, and would like to see more!
Note 2: Much thanks to ThisNameIsntTaken who provided a wealth of edits, tips, advice, and fixed so many of my errors!
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As Dan Peterson sat down his packed gray suitcase on the foyer tile by the ornate front door of his sprawling suburban house, he could see a thin silhouette approaching through the frosted glass panes. He smiled as the blurry outline took on a distinctly feminine definition.
An elderly-looking Chihuahua ran across the tile to the door and barked once, "Rawpp!"
"Is someone here to see you Anabel? Who is it? Who could it be?" Dan picked the small dog up and opened the door.
Anne Virginia was no longer the little girl she had been the first time she acted as Dan's dog-sitter; although her personality and demeanor seemed that of a younger woman. Anne grew up in a very religious, Baptist-derived, almost "cultish" household. She had been home-schooled by her zealously Christian parents. She lived a sheltered life. Anne's parents carefully selected nearly everyone she associated with, and practically all of them shared their "extreme" religious beliefs.
Anne wore a simple snug, white, short-sleeve T-shirt and a modest blue skirt with white polka dots that came to slightly below her knees. A small overnight bag sat at her feet. "Welcome back! How has Anne been?"
Anne curtsied and barely suppressed a giggle. "As always, Anne's blessed!"
They shared a friendly hug, then Anne stepped inside. Dan marveled at how beautiful Anne had become. She had the deliciously tiny waist that was usually restricted to youth, flaring out to a posterior that was impossible not to notice. The tight white T-shirt unintentionally displayed her pert, generous breasts. Her simple but cleanly styled straight blonde hair lined a delicately-featured face, and her smile seemed to light up the room wherever she went. Not that Anne would ever see herself that way -- her lack of mass social interaction had left her blissfully unaware of her young beauty. Dan thought to himself that Anne would make some young man ecstatically happy someday. He hoped that day was still far away! Dan thought of Anne almost like the daughter he never had.
"What are you supposed to be? The preacher's wife?" Dan asked.
"Huh? I'm lost," Anne looked at him with a frown.
"Umm, Halloween? Costume? The trick-or-treaters will be expecting the Peterson-standard Halloween extravaganza! You couldn't have missed the decorations all over the street, not to mention the front lawn!" Dan gestured towards his front yard which had fake gravestones, cobwebs, and a giant, inflatable grim reaper.
"Ooh yeah! Of course. Halloween is a bad word at my house. That's the DEVIL's day you know. So my mom says," Anne explained. "It's silly, I know, but I was never allowed to do any of that stuff."
"I figured as much." Dan nodded. "Well, I suppose you could fit into one of Gloria's old costumes, if you want to participate in Devil's day while you hand out some candy to the little devils. We only get a few though, down here at the end of the street."
The married couple Dan and Gloria Peterson were one of the few contacts with whom Anne's parents allowed her to interact that were not religious in the extreme. This was a great relief to Anne. While she loved her parents and usually did not have a difficult time following their rules, she could tell from the little exposure she did get to popular media and random encounters with the public that her family was far outside the American norm. The teenager sometimes longed to have a more normal life, and wondered about certain aspects of growing up that she might be missing. She'd never been to a dance, been allowed to have a boyfriend, gone to a sporting event, or even had any friends her age who talked about much other than the church, church activities and the bible. She only was allowed to wear the conservative clothes her mom bought for her.
As she bent over to grab her overnight bag, Dan tried not to stare at her perfectly shaped behind. Looking for somewhere to put his eyes, he noticed a neighbor and waved. "Good Evening Mr. Grumple."
Anne turned to look at another house on the cul-de-sac as a sour-faced elderly neighbor spun around on his doorstep and without a word, all but slammed his door.
"Sheesh, that guy gives me the creeps." She looked back at Dan.
Dan looked at his feet as they went inside. "I always make it a point to say hello, but yeah, Mr. Grumple is not my favorite neighbor either."
Anne punched him playfully on the arm. "Oh I know who your FAVORITE neighbor is!"
That brought a smile back to Dan's face. "Hmm... Mr. Sanders of course! He loans me his nail gun any time I want. There's just something so satisfying about nail guns, don't you think?"
Anne gasped in mock exasperation. "What?!? Does Mr. Sanders fold your laundry, pamper your little doggie, and bring the funniest jokes on the street?"
Dan grinned. "Second funniest," he corrected her. "You might be Gloria's favorite, but you underestimate my love of nailing things."
Anne walked towards the stairs to where she would sleep to drop off her overnight bag. "Where is your better half anyway?"
"Oh! She got a new job at an ad agency, which is based in San Jose. She will work from home, long-term, but this weekend she had to stay in San Jose for a meet-and-greet with some clients. I had a bit of work today but I'm flying up to meet her tonight and we'll explore Cali a bit in her spare time."
Anne turned back to face him. "Wow, she was wanting that job soooo bad, I bet she's excited. God is good -- I mean uh... oh sorry, force of habit."
Dan shrugged, as he sat the little Chihuahua back on the tile floor. "What? It's not like I hate God or anything."
Anne headed back towards the stairs, "Oh I know, I just don't like saying weird sayings that nobody else says, but I'm around my folks all the time, and I guess it's a habit."
Dan took her bag and started climbing. "Here let me help. So you want to sound like a typical teenage girl? Then you should probably use more 'likes'. And end every sentence so it sounds like a question. Like, you know? Like, every other like, word or so? You know? What-EVER!"
Anne rolled her eyes as she trailed behind him up the stairs. "I should. God is like, good? ... or whatever?"
Dan almost lost his balance, "HA! You'll fit in at prom yet!"
For a moment, her smile disappeared and there was a slight glimpse of hurt in her eyes. Dan realized this must be a sore topic. "Oh... jeez... I'm sorry Anne."
Anne sighed, and then her smile returned reassuringly. "But Mr. Peterson! If I were just a valley girl, like, then I wouldn't know so much about like, Moses and stuff!"
Dan handed her the bag at the top of the stairs. "There you go! Look on the bright side!" He gestured towards the window over his shoulder facing the evening's setting sun. "That would be that side over there. Get settled and then meet me downstairs in the kitchen -- oh!" Dan interrupted himself. "Gloria's old Halloween costumes are actually in the guest room closet, that's where she stores them, in case you were interested."
Anne blushed slightly. While housesitting in the past, she had secretly tried all of Gloria's revealing Halloween costumes on. She would sometimes imagine she was dressing up for a lavish, sophisticated Halloween party. In her imagination, sometimes Gloria and Dan would bring her as their guest, and other times Anne would imagine she was Gloria herself, hanging on Mr. Peterson's arm.
"Oh... yes. I remember. Umm... they might be too big..." Anne looked down at her chest, which had filled out tremendously over the summer. "Or, maybe it will umm... fit now," she blushed awkwardly.
Anne darted into the room and unceremoniously threw her tote on the bed she would be sleeping in, kicked her sandals off and went into the closet. She already knew which costume she wanted. It was a little red riding hood costume. It had a short, white, fluffy skirt, frilly black panties with red lace edges, a black lace-up under-bust corset with red lace edges, a white midriff half-blouse with ruffles that was little more than a boob cover to tuck into the corset, and a waist-length red hooded cloak. It was exactly the sort of thing her parents would never let her wear. They'd probably blow a gasket if they could see her now. Anne smiled at herself in the mirror, and practically ran back down the stairs.
Dan was waiting for her in the kitchen, along with the little Chihuahua, who looked at her expectantly.
