Chapter 7

“Mom, I can’t answer the door! I am not decent!” I whined even though I was instinctively approaching the door to hand out the candy to the trick-or-treaters as instructed.

“You’ll never be decent,” Mom joked and added that I had cobbled together enough of an outfit that it was fine. “Don’t stand out there showing off, and you’ll be fine! Just open the door, pass out the candy and get your ass back in here! You showed half the neighborhood your tits, already. Is it really fair to keep them from the other half?” she joked.

I frowned, bit my lip, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Tiffy and I had cobbled together a little bit of a costume, but it was wet and muddy. I had found some things that probably belonged to other costumes and strapped them on as well.

A Spider-Man, a Ninja, and a Ballerina were waiting for candy, and did a double-take when we answered the door. They were walking away because we had taken so long to answer.

They both did a double-take and looked frightened of us, as if they weren’t sure if we were really naked or if they were just imagining it. The fresh wave of laughter made my spine tingle with humiliation, and Tiffy and I both blushed.

“Wow, nudists, or strippers?” the man with them, dressed as a ninja, laughed at his own joke, but mostly they laughed hysterically at both of us.

I waved awkwardly. “Hi, Spider-Man ... Hi Ninja, Hi Ballerina.”

“Happy Halloween!” they cheered, while I tried in vain to cover my tits, and left my twat and ass exposed.

I knew what I had to do as I met them on my patio and passed out the candy.

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I replied and shook my tits like a dog shaking off a fresh bath – which freaked them out and caused my father to laugh his ass off. The daring duo of superheroes dashed off the porch like I had an infectious case of the cooties, and they were going to catch it.

I had forgotten I was wearing a heart-shaped butt plug. I was mortified when I realized they had seen it. The ballerina was the first to notice. “Oh my god, what is in your butt? Is that your costume?”

The voice was overly feminine – clearly a guy. The bulge of his cock under his tutu was also a bit of a dead giveaway. He looked absolutely adorable, but I could see his dick tucked under his tutu when he executed an elegant pirouette. I assumed he was either gay or that the little dance he had to do was his own form of humiliation.

I had to moo at him, too. He looked at Tiffy, and like we had shit on our noses, and we were the most disgusting creatures on earth. They took their candy and left - with a new story to tell.

“Don’t worry, no one will believe them when they tell them we answered the door naked,” Tiffy assured me.

We weren’t done yet, though! Another girl dressed Sailor Moon was walking up for candy. I have to admit, she was cute. Ordinarily, my instincts would force me to be catty and unwelcoming if I saw another girl dressed the same way I was. She was cute though, dainty – a complete opposite of my silly, wet, cow-girl persona.

The other Sailor Moon was a little younger than we were. She frowned at me, as if I should know better than to stand around completely naked and was doing this to get my jollies. “You just couldn’t afford a costume or what?” she asked as Tiffy dropped candy into her bucket.

“I ruined mine fighting with my cousin next door,” I indicated to Tiffy.

“That’s so cool!” she said, as she flashed me a toothy grin. “Who won?” she asked excitedly.

Tiffy looked at me and arched an eyebrow, waiting for me to claim victory, so she could tell me she won.

“I think we both lost,” I admitted – much to my chagrin. It seemed to disappoint the young lady, but it was an answer that Tiffy could accept.

“If I could be an animal, I’d be a pony! I want to be a Pony Sailor Moon!” She dashed off the porch toward the other trick-or-treaters in her party to tell her parents.

“I thought you were going to say you kicked my ass,” I whispered quietly to Tiffy.

“I thought YOU were going to claw that little bitches eyeballs out because she dared to wear the same thing you were wearing,” Tiffy commiserated with me. I chuckled.

I was about to admit to Tiff that somehow being embarrassed together in front of the entire neighborhood was far less scary than being the only one who was bare ass. I didn’t want her to have to be humiliated, but it was easier knowing she was in it with me. I didn’t get my chance to say what I wanted to say because the Sailor Moon’s family approached our porch to confront us,

“We let our girls go bare at home, but you girls are just trying to get cheap attention!” Her father’s nose wrinkled like he’d caught a bad smell. His jaw stayed tight, and his eyes flicked up and down at my body and settled on my stiff nipples jutting out like tiny erections that made it obvious to everyone that I was turned on. There was nothing I could do about it – my little puffy nips just flicked up like twin devil horns. The sensation when my nipples get stiff, sends all sorts of desperate signals to my pussy to start getting me wet. I couldn’t help my arousal, and the fact that everyone could see I was turned on made it feel even more shameful. She stood behind them, impishly grinning like she had planned to get us in trouble.

“These girls are too old to be trick or treating, they are just trying to get more candy than anyone, and look at their mothers, total sluts,” The blonde woman looked down her nose at me so hard that I felt insecure and wanted to flinch. “The city should have never passed that ordinance about women being able to go topless anywhere they please!”

“They are certainly used to getting their way. I can’t believe their parents allow them to cavort and parade around like that!” the other girl’s father judged us. She seemed slightly amused by the drama she created, as she hid behind them impishly.

“I bet that girl dressed like a Pig sits on that big dildo,” the girl’s younger brother joined in on ridiculing me.

His mother was outraged when she saw that my staff looked like a pink dick on the end. “Look at her Sailor Moon staff! It’s shaped like a sex toy!” she accused.

I stood there with the candy bowl clutched against my belly while the family kept piling on, the mom calling my staff a dildo loud enough for the next three houses to hear, the dad muttering about shameless sluts who ruin Halloween for decent people. “Still want to be Sailor Pony, Natalie? You could ride that staff like Sailor Pig does,” her brother whinnied and slapped his hips as he imitated a horse humping the air as it galloped around.

Natalie stared at her brother while he humped the air and whinnied, then she looked back at my staff and the plug in my ass. She scrunched her nose and said loud enough for her parents to hear, “I don’t want to be disgusting like these two pigs! I just wanted to be a pony because ponies are majestic and graceful,” she explained while high-stepping once or twice to demonstrate.

“Cease that at once, Natalie Potter!” The girl’s stern mother sounded just like my mom. I have half a mind to send you home to change into something less revealing! The last thing that I want is for you to turn out like these two young hussies!”

“You should!” her little brother laughed at Natalie’s reaction. The girl began to blush with shame and immediately stopped hoofing around. Her little game had clearly backfired on her.

“Actually,” Tiffy interrupted their complaints and held up a finger. “My cousin was wearing pretty much the same costume Natalie has on at the start of Halloween, and we both wanted to be ponies too,” she said quite convincingly as she adopted the proud high step Natalie was doing moments earlier. She encouraged me to lift my knees high and stand right next to her, marching in step. Tiffy is a damned good liar, and I almost believed her when she told Mrs. Potter our single most ambitious goal in life was to be flirtatious ponies that preened and high-stepped to get attention. “Our Mothers are so strict that they made us wear big, baggy costumes, but that only made us want to tease, flirt, and show off!”

Natalie was kind of dumb just like us, but she could tell Mom wasn’t happy, and now that the two “naughty girls” wanted what she wanted, it made her seem like she was just like us!!

Tiffy held out her hand to indicate toward Natalie, using her body language to indicate she knew that was how Natalie was wired. It worked, because her parents both glared at her and us – like we were birds of a feather. “Mom knew that if she let us wear something conservative, we’d find a way to flash, so she is teaching us a lesson and making us walk around like this, and if anyone says Happy Halloween we have to whinny like pretty ponies!”

She looked at me and nodded to give me a signal, and we both whinnied, while kicking one foot like two horses side by side, hands behind our backs.

It was hard to suppress a laugh – the first time I had humiliated myself intentionally.

It didn’t work; Natalie’s mother wasn’t buying it. That was until Natalie opened her mouth. Natalie tugged her mom’s sleeve and looked up with her pretty big puppy dog eyes.

“Mom, I am not as bad as these two! That’s Katie McGee and Tiffany Thornton from school. Everybody knows they are huge whores!”

I knew that I knew this girl. She was a flirty little underclassman! She had pretended not to know who we were when she first walked up. She was no innocent little twat. She was a conniving bitch just like us- just a few years younger than us!

“That’s true, Ma’am,” I nodded demurely, keeping my hands behind my back with my wrists crossed to adopt a submissive pose in front of her mother. “My mom probably could have stopped me when I was Natalie’s age, forbade me from having candy, because I used to be able to convince even a baby to give me their last lollipop.”

I gave a sexy look to Natalie’s father, licked my lips, and batted my eyelashes. I looked like a mess, but he was melting, and his wife noticed immediately that I had just seduced him in front of her eyes. “She wanted to let my brother supervise me back when I was Natalie’s age, but I just wiggle, and giggle, and shake my tits, and smile and I got whatever I wanted,” I did all of those things dramatically before adding “I was able to convince her I was too good to be put in my place, but now that I’ve put her through the ringer and became the biggest whore at school, she’s had no choice but to take even more extreme measures. In a way, I kind of wish she had been stricter when I was Natalie’s age!”