The screaming and thumping ripped through the silence of the empty house. It was truly a terrifying sound. A sound that was so loud and agonised, it was like all of Hell had broken loose and was trying to get to the nearest soul. Hordes of horny demons and damned spirits were all after Mavis. They pounded and slammed, howling and roaring to get to her. The Devil himself wanted to shake the very foundations of the house in the with evil and single goal of a quick snack on Mavis' pretty pussy.
Mavis' heart pounded. It wanted to break out of her chest. Each bellowing slam drove through her core as the thumping got harder and more frantic. Mavis was in a frenzy of fear and confusion. Was the black thing real? Was it playing with her?
She bolted barefoot and bare legged down her staircase, covered in sweat and in a hectic haze of running away from the Hell hounds, and running toward them. Her barely covered breasts bounced up and down under her loose dress fabric, sometimes even popping out completely, as she plummeted down each step. She was trapped in her own mind, desperately trying to escape what this black demon was doing to her.
Three quarters of the way down she tripped over her feet and rolled down the remainder of the steps, but luckily she grabbed the banister and was able to control the fall. She was straight up again like a shot, just as she realised that the howling terror was pounding at her front door. Trying to get in. No, it was going to get in.
Mavis had no idea what was on the other side. Was it the black thing? It could have been something worse, after all, she was sure that the entity was real, so who was she to deny that something else probably existed too. Something worse? Mavis wondered fearfully as she slowly moved toward her front door, wide eyed, and with her lungs heaving for air. Her bare upper chest rose and dropped as she inhaled and exhaled in short, jagged and whimpering breaths. Her hands and bare legs trembled.
The moonlight exploded in through her window and cast long white streams across her face and upper chest as she staggered to the door. Sweat openly dripped from her chin and brow, stinging her eyes. She felt cold beads of sweat running down her back and in her naked crack.
She flinched every time the door rattled with a violent thump, rippling through the house while accompanied by demonic howling. A black figure was behind the mottled glass that was seated in the door frame, violently striking the door and roaring, screaming to be let in. It was calling her name and demanding to be allowed to get at her. The voice sent waves of disorienting fear through her every time it malevolently barked her name. Though the thing was barely visible through the glass pattern, Mavis could easily see the violent, jagged movements of its body language.
Mavis held her trembling hand out, a cold sweat saturated her shaking body, making her soaked white dress cling to her breasts. Her lightly tinted pink nipples were faintly visible and poking through the sheer, wet fabric. Erect in the fear and the unexpected, boiling arousal within her. Her jaw was open so wide she could have tripped over it, her eyes were almost breaking out of their sockets and her brow furrowed in horror. She was drenched in a sweaty fear. She absently turned the handle and timidly pulled the door open, letting out faint and strained whimpers as she slammed her dark and tearful eyes shut. The howling and thumping continued savagely as the door moved and when it was fully open Mavis could hear nothing.
Nothing other than the screaming of her novelty Halloween doorbell and the aggressive howling of whatever it was that waited behind her shut eyes. Her body jerked in horror and crippling arousal as she knew that she had nowhere left to run, now that she had opened the door for the beast. Now that she had invited it in. Now that she had allowed it to take her body.
The grisley howling and gagging, the wretching and screaming gradually fell into a roaring laughter. Mavis' whole body had disintegrated into a quivering pile of dust, having drawn into herself, her shoulders were up by her ears and her free arm was clenched in a fist beside her face, she was bent over at the waist in absolute fear. Standing nearly half as tall as she actually was, her shaking knees and trembling bare legs were bent and barely strong enough to hold her up. She felt a line of unnatural arousal drip down the inside of her quivering thigh.
The demon rushed her and grappled her body in its arms, lifting her screaming, limp husk up, her red painted toes scraping on her porch. It shook her roughly in the air and she quaked with a sudden, unwanted orgasm at being brutally roughed around. The gurgling, evil laughter was mixed with roars and the distant sounds of her novelty Halloween doorbell. Mavis was breathless and screaming in horror and pleasure as the orgasm subsided. Her body was heaving and jerking before she was roughly slammed to her knees.
The laughter started to sound different, it wasn't evil anymore, it was a laugh of glee. Of mocking in fact, no not even that, more like jesting. It was delighted, and the tone of it was familiar. The screaming door bell had stopped. Mavis' pussy was on fire and she could barely manage but she slowly wrenched her eyes open with more effort than should have been necessary. A wave of confusion dominated her fear.
Doubled over in front of her was the figure of a laughing, snorting woman staggering with whatever hilarity had over taken her. Her legs were wide as she hunched over Mavis with her hips right over Mavis' face. She had a massive, grotesque pumpkin for a head. The woman was dinging the novelty doorbell that Mavis had gotten for Halloween which let out a series of screams after a long, gothic "ding dong".
"Oh my absolute fucking God, you should see your face, Mavy!" Came the roaring and snorting laughter of Lucy through the huge carved out pumpkin that covered her head and slightly muffled her voice.
Mavis looked at Lucy in dubious scrutiny, and she was regaining her composure and realising what had just happened.
"Jesus Christ Lucy! You scared me!" Mavis stumbled to her feet and thumped Lucy in the arm. She scolded Lucy with venomous eyes, but her face turned into a playful smirk that she tried to hide.
"Trick or Treat you little virgin!" Lucy joked and lifted the pumpkin off her shoulders revealing her red and grinning face. "Isn't that the point? God that thing is heavy" she added, squatting down and setting the pumpkin down on Mavis' porch. Her legs were spread wide.
It was then that Mavis really saw what Lucy was wearing. Or wasn't wearing, for that matter. Lucy straightened right up vertically from the squatting position. Quite effortlessly and in a very sexy manner, Mavis couldn't help but noticing. Lucy set a pair of large, fluffy, brown cat ears on her head. Mavis gawked at her. Her eyes on her body.
Lucy was barely dressed. If that was an accurate means of describing it. Mavis drank her up as she looked the literally naked woman up and down. She had never seen Lucy like this. She liked Lucy like this. She wanted her. Mavis silently held back the unconventional lust she felt for Lucy. She tried to ignore the burning down below.
