Costume Confidence
Everyone knows that Halloween is the best time to break out of your comfort zone with how you dress—everyone except Maggie. Perhaps a trick will help her collect a big treat...
Raise of hands, who here thought I would actually get another story out by today! I would have personally not raised my hand on that one. Yet here we are!
So some behind the scenes fun facts, I’ve been on the struggle bus with motivation for almost two years now. It took more prescription changes than I would have liked and a lot of advocating for myself, but I finally got diagnosed with ADHD. There is not much research on ADHD in adult women and it presents differently than the stereotypical young energetic boy that is associated with it. However, after hearing from other adult women who were diagnosed, it really felt like that was the wall I was hitting.
Anyway, I just started taking medication for it and thanks to my ability to concentrate again, I was able to write this over 3,500 word story in one sitting 😎 I did edit it heavily afterward, but drafting is always the hard part for me.
That said, I took the opportunity to try out a couple new things in this story. I’ve dabbled with femdoms before, but nothing worth noting. So that’s fairly new for me. I also tried writing a kink that’s really not my thing, but felt it fit the character. I won’t spoil the surprise as to what it is, but hopefully I did a decent job capturing the kink. I relied on google and forums for this so hopefully the internet didn’t lead me too far astray 😅
Anyway, have a great Halloween! I hope it’s full of tantalizing tricks and tasty treats 😉
Please Note: Due to magical influences, the consent in this story can be considered dubious. Please read with care ❤️
“I don’t want to come out!”
I know I sound like a petulant child and not a grown-ass 25 year old woman with a full-time job and rent, but becoming an adult didn’t suddenly make me immune to ridicule.
“For fuck’s sake, Maggie,” groans my friend and coworker, Jenna, “it’s Halloween, it’s the one time of year you’re not supposed to be embarrassed about what you’re wearing.”
I can hear her sigh through my bedroom door.
“I bet you look hot as hell. You need to give yourself some credit.”
“Oh, I look hot,” I grumble, turning to face my floor length mirror, “I am supposed to be the devil after all and the significant amount of bare skin I’m showing is all bright red with embarrassment.”
Jenna thought ahead this year for Halloween. She got me good and drunk before taking me to the Halloween store. Apparently when I’ve had too many shots of tequila, I’m more receptive to the idea of wearing a bright red bra with crisscrossing straps, that barely holding my tits in, and a matching miniskirt that purposefully shows off the straps of the accompanying thong.
There’s also a dainty pair of sparkling horns, plastic pitchfork, and a clip on devil’s tail. To then top it all off, drunk me impulse bought a very expensive pair of red leather thigh high boots.
“I’m going to break down the damn door,” she growls.
“You should know better,” I tease. “You’ve seen what happens when someone tries to punch a wall or breakdown a door—broken hands and dislocated shoulders.”
Unlike me, Jenna went with what she knew when selecting her costume. She’s an ER nurse going as…a nurse. Though to be fair, as an administrator at the hospital we work at, I see her in her scrubs all the time, and I can say with complete certainty that they look nothing like the white, skintight minidress she’s wearing as part of her costume.
“Get. Out. Now.”
“Fine,” I whimper, unlocking the door.
The next second she bursts in.
“Seriously, you’re making us late because you are blind to how hot you are.”
With hands akimbo, she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Even when she’s wearing her shimmering white dress with red accents, flimsy nurse’s cap, white elbow length gloves, white boots, and red fishnet stockings, she’s intimidating. Just the kind of attitude an ER nurse needs. Unfortunately it’s not great for comforting friends.
“Yes?”
She rolls her eyes and grabs my hand before tugging me toward my apartment’s front door.
“Even if you can’t see how good you look, why does it matter? You won’t know anyone at this party and likely won’t ever see them again. This is the perfect opportunity to try being brave and assertive for once.”
It’s hard for me to fight her since she isn’t wrong. This party is being held by her old college roommate who got some degree that wasn’t at all related to the medical field. So crossing paths again was unlikely.
“I guess so…”
“I know so. Now, hurry your sexy ass up. I fought hard as hell to get tonight off, so we are not going to miss any more of the party than we already have.”
She drags me out of the building and pushes me into a ride share. I try not to think about how the bottoms of my ass cheeks are touching some stranger’s car seat.
Then when we pull up to the house, I try not to think about the chaos I’m about to step into.
“Come on, get out of the nice lady’s car.”
Jenna is yanking on my arm as I stare wide-eyed at the house with colored lights shining out of every window and music playing loud enough the bass is rattling our ride’s windows.
“This is hell,” I murmur as I step out of the car, which speeds off the second the door is closed.
“And you’re the devil, so you should be right at home!”
Her smile is from ear to ear as she hooks her arm in mine and leads me toward the front door, which is currently wide open since a group of drunk witches, gladiators, and a pink rabbit stumble out onto the lawn.
“Besides,” she continues, “you work in the fucking ER. That’s hell.”
“I can handle every kind of bodily fluid and the horrors of health insurances, but crowds not so much. Remember I’m a desk jockey.”
“And a sexy desk jockey at that. Now let’s go find you an angel or something that you can hook up with.”
“No!” I cry out, though my lamentation is lost the moment we step past the threshold and into the mayhem.
The next hour is a blur.
At some point I lost Jenna when she found a guy dressed as a zombie who was far too ripped to be a rotting corpse surviving off brains.
Once alone, I do as all other introverts would do in my position. I found the food and drink table, grabbed something to busy my hands and mouth with and slid into a corner to hide until I saw Jenna again.
But when I find Jenna, I realize I’m not going to get her to slip out of here anytime soon. Not when the zombie is about to slip something into her given how hard they’re grinding and how far up her hips her dress has gotten.
I groan and move into a quieter room.
It appears to be something like a sitting room, though I think most would use it as a home office in this day and age. However, I’m not sure this is either. Instead it appears to be a gallery of antiques that a group of potheads has turned into a smoking lounge.
“Lilly’s an archeologist,” says one of them with a dull drawl when they catch me looking over a cabinet filled with masks, glassware, and even some jewelry.
Before I can ask if anyone in the mellowed out group knows anything about the pieces on display, another one of them barks out a raspy laugh.
“Yeah, ‘archeologist’. Definitely not a trust fund brat that travels the world and sneaks into places she’s not supposed to go, all so she can collect one-of-a-kind souvenirs.”
“I mean, she did still dig them up or whatever,” pouts the first stoner. “It’s the same thing.”
“Who cares,” says a large guy dressed as Bigfoot. He doesn’t seem nearly as stoned as the others, which is probably why he manages to navigate around the circle seated on the floor to get to another cabinet in the back corner. “Lil gets cool shit. Look at this that she just got at the Temple of Bacchus.”
I narrow my eyes. The dim lighting and haze of the hot box makes it hard to see, but from what I can tell it’s a glass sphere with something sloshing around inside it.
“What kind of liquid do you think it is?” asks another pothead, this one dressed like a fireman. “Let me see.”
Bigfoot gladly holds out the globe for Fireman to grab, but being as high as they are, the delicate antique slips through their fingers and falls to the floor with a shatter.
“Fuck, run!”
The more paranoid members of the group bolt, pushing me aside in their hurry to get away from the scene of the crime. However, both Bigfoot and Fireman are too stunned to move. Instead they drop to their knees, hands hovering over the shards like they can actually piece it back together.
“Shit, shit, shit!”
I approach, feeling bad for the guys and as I do, I notice the smoky haze around them is actually purple and smells like the most pungent red wine. I also realize the Fireman’s costume is way more realistic than I first thought.
A roar and a snarl, tear me from my wandering thoughts and I look over to see the big guy playing Bigfoot is also truly big. Though, I don’t remember his head brushing against the ceiling.
He then turns his shaggy head toward me.
The mask is utterly seamless, even around the eyes and mouth. I want to reach out and pet his fur, but before I can do so, he roars again, revealing his yellowed set of teeth and prominent canines.
Fireman bolts back to the main room, but I can’t help but laugh. Actually it’s more like a sinister hiss that shifts into a raucous cackle—which is not how I usually sound…
My hand flies up to cover my mouth as if it could capture the foreign sounds coming from my throat, but as it does, my eyes catch a flash of red. I hold out my palm for me to inspect and discover my skin is completely bright red and my nails are long black daggers.
I should really be mortified, but instead, another hissing snicker rises.
“That’s no mask, is it?” I ask, reaching up without hesitation to comb my claws through his tangled brown fur. “This is you. You’re Bigfoot.”
The absurdity is an absolute delight and he doesn’t stop me as my nails trace his throat, glide over his collarbone, and drags down his hairless pecs and abs. Then I stop and cackle. Apparently he also has a massive hairless cock, one that’s half hard and eager to rise.
“You know what they say about men’s feet,” I purr, dragging the tip of my nail over the veined monster between his legs. “Big feet, big cock.”
He growls with need and reaches out for me, but I easily block him with my obsidian pitchfork.
“Patience, big boy,” I say with a tutting noise. “I want to inspect a little further. Just wait here.”
When I walk back toward the main living space, I move with confident strides and my chin held high. I glance over at the cabinet I’d been admiring earlier and see my devious reflection. I can only see my top half, but that’s all I really need to know I’m red hot.
My whole body is the vibrant crimson on my hands and my once brown eyes are a shocking yellow with the whites now pitch black. My mahogany hair is also a deep dark black and curls around short horns sprouting from either side of my forehead. Then there’s my pointed ears, lush dark lips, jagged teeth, and vicious smile.
With a pleased grin, I keep moving toward the main room and cackle when I see the chaos unfolding.
Dorothy has lost her red slippers, which a pirate seems to have acquired as they dangle in one hand while he wraps her pigtail braids in the other. She doesn’t seem to mind since he’s doing a fine job fucking her from behind while she clings to the back of a sofa.
Then there’s a Jedi master stroking himself with one hand as the other uses the force to pleasure a clown with his lightsaber. A mummy is using his wraps to do an impressive shibari display on a cat woman. Close to them is a ghost and a skeleton doing something… It’s hard to tell given one’s translucent and one is just bones, but they both seem to be really enjoying themselves as the ghost passes through the skeleton over and over again.
Probably my favorite, though, is Jenna dutifully trying to check her zombie lover’s wounds while she rides him hard. She keeps smacking him and telling him no whenever he bites her, which just seems to anger the groaning, growling beast. However, she does some sort of roll of her hips and then he’s wrapped around her finger all over again, at least until he gets hungry and goes in for another bite.
I drink it all in, my body vibrating and my nipples pressing against my leather bra. Then just as I consider removing these silly bits of clothing keeping my beautiful tits and perfect pussy confined, my big friend takes it upon himself to tear my top to shreds.
“Oh, has my big boy misbehaved. I told you to be patient. Now—“
He cuts me off by grabbing my skirt and tearing that too. My thong only needs a flick of his finger to destroy it. Then he reaches for my boots and that’s when I turn on him.
“We don’t touch those, understand?” I ask, gripping his jaw hard. There’s suddenly the stench of burnt fur and I realize my anger has superheated my fingertips. My beast growls, but it’s low and groveling.
I release him and then pat his cheek.
“It’s okay. You just need to take your punishment and then you can have what you want. Now lie down and and kiss my boots. You need to apologize to them first.”
He leers over me, significantly taller and all muscle. But I don’t flinch. Instead I reach up and pinch one of his big brown nipples between my claws.
“Now,” I command as he howls.
This time he obeys and lies down prone, his massive body practically filling the small room. It’s an odd sight indeed and I can’t help but smirk at my power over this primal beast.
He places his large wet lips on the tip of one boot and moves on to the other. When he pulls away, he leaves a thick coat of slobber on the leather. I cluck my tongue and step up so I’m standing between his shoulder blades.
There’s a grunt of displeasure.
“Do you want me off?” I ask, sweet and clear.
For a while there’s no response. But then he huffs and moves his shaggy head from side to side the best he can given his prone position.
“Can you snap your fingers?”
He narrows his eyes as he looks up at me, likely confused by my question, but he eventually lifts his hand and tries to get his fat fingers to snap. After two tries, he does it without a problem.
“I may be the devil, but I’m not a monster. If you want me to stop, you snap your fingers. Understood?”
There’s a grunt of agreement.
“Good, now hold still while I wipe off my shoes.”
I take slow methodical steps down his back and thanks to my supernatural grace, his accompanying shudders doesn’t throw me off balance at all. Once I reach his asscheeks I slide one thin heel into his crack, gently resting the tip on his big puckered hole. It grinds into him as I twist my foot around to wipe my boot against his fur.
He huffs and I hear splintering wood as he drags his nails across the floor.
“You can still snap,” I remind him before raising my boot for inspection and deciding it was to my liking.
He answers my statement with a huff that sounds like I’ve insulted him for even suggesting he’d give up. With a hissing chuckle, I place my other boot’s heel between his cheeks, this time putting more pressure on his anus.
The groan is deep enough to rattle some of the glassware in the nearby cabinet. I simply smile and clean his spit off my expensive leather boots.
“There,” I say, hopping off him with a contented sigh, “all taken care of. Now turn over.”
I didn’t think a man that big could flip so quickly. However, when I see how rock hard and utterly huge his cock is, I can understand the desire to give that beast room to breathe as soon as possible.
I place my hands on my hips, admiring the twitching, glistening erection. I lift one foot and trace the length with the tip of my boot.
“Do you want this inside me?” I ask, my mouth watering and my pussy clenching. I press my foot onto the head of his cock and he takes several huffing breaths before he can finally answer.
A nod of his head accompanies an affirmative grunt.
“Then,” I say, pulling my boot off him, “get it fucking inside me.”
He is far more limber than I give him credit for.
He’s off the floor in a blink of an eye and has me in hand a second later. Specifically, one hand clutches me beneath my arm so his thumb can circle my breast and press it beneath the calloused pad of his finger. The other hand has one of my thighs, which he’s using to pull me open so he can thrust into me right then and there.
Thankfully devil pussies seem to be elastic because that behemoth somehow fits inside me without ripping me in two.
That said, he’s not gentle. He pounds into me with the kind of force that could probably cause serious organ damage to a human. For me though, it’s got me seeing stars and orgasming before he’s even gotten close to climaxing.
“Fuck!” I cry out with delight. “That’s it, big boy. Use me like your fucking fleshlight!”
He growls and his grip on my body tightens so he can hammer into me harder and faster than before.
At this point, I need to wrap my tail around his wrist because he’s thrusting into me with enough force to send me flying out of his hands.
“Hot damn, you’re all the way in!”
I didn’t even realize there was more of him to fit inside me until I felt his course hair scraping against my clit. At this rate I’ll be hitting my second climax in no time.
“Fuck. Give it to me, big boy. Fill me up!”
He snarls and I can feel his jagged nails biting into my skin as he goes in for one last thrust before roaring with his orgasm.
Books fall off of shelves and I hear a few squeaks of surprise coming from the orgy in the other room, but my attention is solely on his thick, creamy seed flooding my womb and bursting past the seal his cock has on my cunt. His cum is pouring out of me like a waterfall and the intensity is enough to push me over so I’m clamping down and milking his heavy balls for all he’s got.
I don’t know how long it takes for us both to get to the end of our aftershocks, but eventually we’re shuddering and panting from the exertion.
He pulls me off of his softening, but still huge cock, and then cradles me in his arms. Before I can react, he places a big wet kiss on my cheek.
“Glad you enjoyed it, big boy.” I pat his cheek and flash a mischievous smile.
“Ralph.”
My eyes widen.
“Did you say ‘Ralph’?”
He nods.
“Shit, I didn’t know you could talk. Well, I’m Maggie. Nice to meet and fuck you, Ralph.”
His yellow grin is actually quite charming, and oddly hot. Which is why we start round two soon after that.
Hours later, I wake up on the floor of the gallery, naked save for my thigh high boots. Morning sunlight streams in through a window and I find my big foot is now just a man in a mask. A man with rather stunning blue eyes, I might add.
“Ralph?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Yeah,” he says, pulling off the mask so I can see that his grin is actually a nice shade of white when he’s not Bigfoot. “Do you know what the hell happened last night?”
“The strangest shit I’ve ever experienced in my life?”
We both laugh and then we hear some movement behind us. I rise up with a groan and am quickly reminded that I’m back to my normal self and completely naked.
“Shit, here,” says Ralph, whipping off the top half of his costume which is essentially a big shaggy brown shirt. “I’m sure it smells awful, but it can at least cover you for now.”
I take it with a smile and it does smell. It reeks of pot, sex, and a scent uniquely Ralph. Is it pleasant? Not particularly, but I adore it because it brings visions of that night back to my head with crystal clear clarity.
“Maggie?”
The voice is raw, but it’s undeniably Jenna’s. When I look over at where she clings to the frame connecting our room with the other, I notice she’s covered in bite marks, though her costume seems to have survived the ordeal.
“We must have done some crazy as fuck drugs last night…”
“Yeah. Maybe someone spiked the punch,” I say with a shrug, glancing over at a sheepish Ralph from the corner of my eye.
It takes some time to collect ourselves, make sure everyone at the party is okay, and help the distraught hostess clean up. Once we finally head out, Ralph pulls me aside.
“Hey, I know everything was…well I don’t really know what it was, but I think we could still, you know, be a thing if you wanted to give it a shot. You know, maybe go out on a date and see if there’s any actual chemistry there?”
Jenna is some distance away, but she clearly heard because she looks utterly victorious.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I say, pulling out my phone. “What’s your number?”
After we swap contact info and pick a date to have dinner, it’s time for Jenna and I to hop in our ride home.
“Um, one last thing before you go,” says Ralph, looking between the impatient driver and me. He then leans in and whispers. “Think you could wear those boots again for our date?”
“Already planned to,” I say with a smirk before pecking him on the cheek.
When I stroll over to the car, my strides are confident and my chin held high.
This was great!