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Pokemon. Halloween-ishness. Trick-or-Treating. Growth. Lots of growth. All the big. Sounds about right for what one of my writing streams would result in.
I blame the following sillies for this. The lot of you, silly and awesome as can be. :V
Mannoth
KingDead
Balina
VDOPlus
Trick-Or-Treater Tremendousness
By: RaddaRaem
Halloween? Nahhh. Pokemon and fuzzies alike celebrate not Halloween, but Darkmas! It is really similar don’t get me wrong. Yet at the same time it is completely different!
Deep in the depths of fall, late-ish in the month of October if we’re being specific, when the sun retreats and shadows stretch across the land all good Pokemon pay respect to Giratina when he is most active. The Dragon of Death and Lord of Shadows prowls about, seeking souls to plunder to populate his Reverse World with. As is custom, people dress up in all manners of costumes on Darkmas to throw off the dread dragon’s trail and convince him that they are definitely not the soul he is looking for!
Or.
Well.
That used to be the intent behind it. Now it’s just been commercialized to holy hell like everything else. Not like anyone remembers how candy even got involved but everyone just sort of runs with it at this point. Make no mistake though! This year’s Darkmas will most certainly be a memorable one. Let’s check in with a certain Mareep and find out why…
“Rare Candy, huh?” The candy wrapper’s edges pinched between his rock hard fingertips, Radda twisted the bright blue plastic back and forth. A myriad of nondescript yellow stars crumpled along the spherical surface of the candy prize nestled inside. “This doesn’t seem at all questionable to you?”
Celia shrugged. “I wasn’t about to say no! Uncle Bill pleaded with me to take them off his hands. Things were more likely to end up in his belly than in any trick-or-treaters if he held onto them. Silph Co. is always sending him leftovers.” The Umbreon took to setting out plastic pails along their dinner table. “Besides. So long as we don’t send any Pokekids or PokeParents home with them we should be fine. That’s what all the PokePuffs and Poffins are for, after all.” She gestured towards the plates crowding with the pails for real estate. Each and every one of them was stacked high with icing covered rolls that spanned the entire color spectrum.
The Mareep scratched at his wig. Luxurious manes of white hair tumbled down along his back and over his shoulders. “And you got those from…?”
“Alex! …Which means Veronica, I know.” Celia tugged down on her loose fitting hoodie. Soft baby blues adorned her generous chest and tummy, stretching all the way up to her neck. Whereas the deepest cerulean colored the sleeves, neck, and hood.
Radda frowned at the myriad of foodstuffs. “It’s probably not too late to just, you know, go out and buy anything that isn’t of questionable origin. I doubt the kids will care!” He bahhed when his girlfriend leaned forward and fiddled with the plastic red ruby taped to locks of luscious hair draped down over his forehead.
“Oh they’ll know. Trust me!” While she was at it, Celia loosened the three black collars looped around her boyfriend’s neck. “Turn around real quick, hun.” Giggling at the bleat she received in acquiescence, she tufted and fluffed up the mounds of cotton clinging to his tail. Reaching into the mounds of fluff, she pinched plastic red rubies between her black furred fingertips and spaced them out. “There! You make quite the Mega Ampharos!”
“Says my cutie Kyogre,” the Mareep shyly bleated back.
Clad in wonderfully form fitting jeans, the inner thighs layered with the same baby blues sewn into her hoodie, Celia playfully rawred as she pulled down her hood. Hemmed with red, and piercing yellow eyes were sewn into both sides, pointed velvet teeth hung down from her hood. Swishing side to side, she proudly showed off the angular red lines and circles decorating her sleeves.
“Electrical tape was definitely the way to go on those markings,” Radda remarked as he was given a glimpse at her broad backside. Along with the patterns adorned on it. Shaking his head side to side, he did away with the blush flaring along his blue furred cheeks. “A-anyway. I… sincerely doubt that those Poketreats are anything other than delicious. There’s a catch. There has to be.”
Celia rolled her crimson red eyes. Those pointed ears of hers, clad in glowing yellow rings of fur, poked up through the slits in her hungry looking hood. “How about this. I’ll try one out before we-”
BING BONG
“Woop. Guess not!” Celia nervously exclaimed. Her soft plump fingers hoisted up a plate full of Poffins.
Lips curled down, Radda tugged up a pail of Rare Candies in turn. “It’s still not too late to-”
BING BONG
“Alright, alright, we’re coming!” The Mareep bahhed and bleated as he pranced on over towards the door. Mane of hair bobbing majestically behind him, he clasped his fingers around the frigid doorknob and tugged it towards him. His heels bounced up and off the ground with Celia’s every footfall as she trudged up behind him.
“Trick-or-treat!” The diminutive bat shouted excitedly. Only coming up to the Mareep’s hips, she held a pillow sack out before him expectantly.
A subdued smile creased up along the electric sheep’s face. “Awww look at you! Quite the Zubat costume you’re rocking there.” Two form fitting ear muffs bearing the telltale blues and purples, both lovingly knitted, adorned the winged child’s ears. The remainder of the costume wasn’t quite as impressive but cute all the same!
“Did you make that yourself?” Celia asked. Leaning forward, she giggled as the little girl bounced up at the sight of Radda pinching a single Rare Candy between his fingertips. Much like herself, the bouncy bat was adorned with a simple decorated hoodie. Two soft white velcro teeth hung down from her hood while a duo of long blue tassels draped down her back and trailed along the ground.
“She had some help,” a plainly dressed bat answered for his daughter with a smirk. Bundled up nice and thick in a winter jacket he reached down and ruffled his little girl’s hood. “Oop!”
Just as Radda released his grip, letting a plastic wrapped prize descend towards the trick-or-treater’s candy container, a clawed hand lurched forward and intercepted it.
“Dadddyyyy!” The tiny make-believe Zubat wailed.
“Sorry, kiddo. Candy-tax!” Without a second thought he freed the candy from its confines and plucked it into his maw. He mmmed loudly, mostly to tease at first, but it soon gave way to sheer sugarcoated delight.
Radda rolled his eyes at the display. “Happy Halloween you two.” The Mareep snrked as the bat dad managed to pick off the Poffin Celia tried sneaking in to their first trick-or-treater to boot.
“Only house of the night, I promise,” the pretend-Zubat’s father reassured her with a ruffle of her hair in between mouthfuls of Poffin. Hand in hand, the duo waved goodbye to the Pokecouple while they took to adventuring further down the sidewalk towards new houses and home that had yet to be plundered of their sugary sweets.
Leaning into Celia’s side, the Mareep meeped when his gal pal hugged him close.
“See! All that fluster and bluster for nothing,” the Umbreon teased. “There they go no different than when they arrived! No growy, no nothing.”
“Yeah yeah…” Radda bahhed back as the couple ventured back inside.
Skipping along the sidewalk, deftly dodging cracks in the concrete, the little bat gal pouted. “You promised! No more candy tax.”
“I promised. No mor-urrrrrp!” Grunting, the fatherly bat patted at his belly. Both of those treats… mmfff! Absolutely sublime.
“Excuse you, daddy!” The pretend-Zubat shouted.
“Excuse me indeed,” he huffed as he felt his clothes constrict around him and a gentle warmth radiate through him. Shrugging it off to the delicious, albeit incredibly filling treats, the fatherly figure paid no mind to his footsteps clapping louder against the concrete. That or the fact that his coat slowly rose up along his form, exposing more and more of his bloating belly to the elements.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“I’ll get it, hun!” Pulling back her loose fitting sleeves, Celia carefully balanced a bowl of Rare Candies in one hand and a plate of PokePuffs in the other. At the sound of the front door creaking open, she puffed out her cheeks.
Ignoring her entirely, her sweetie sheepy propped the door open. “Be honest. You have your hands full!”
With a roll of her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile. She eagerly plodded up to greet their next trick-or-treater and shyly bumped hips with Radda upon approach.
“Trick or treat!” A bespectacled snakey chimed out from beyond the screen door.
“Oooh!” The Umbreon’s crimson eyes lit up at the sight. “A Bananasaur of all things! Props for not taking the easy way out with a Seviper or Ekans costume!”
Hissing shyly, the snake’s long grey tail flopped back and forth along the sidewalk. “T-tropius actually, but yeah!” Clad in a form fitting green hoodie, plastic palm leaves could be seen sewn into her hood and onto her back. The fake flora puffed out along her spine as if they were wings, swaying gently in the breeze.
“Gosh and you really do have the bananas and everything!” Leaning forward, Celia oohed and ahhed at the colorful cornucopia of felt fruit lining the hem of the shy snakey’s hood.
The make-believe Bananasaur tugged the leaves down draping over her face to hide the blush welling on her grey scaled cheeks. “T-t-thanksssss! I spent a lot of time on it.”
“It really shows! Just for that you’re getting a double dip!” Tilting one hand forward, a trickle of Rare Candies tumbled down into the reptile’s awaiting pail. Soon after not one, but two, PokePuffs found themselves scraped free from the frosting footholds that had all but cemented them to the porcelain plates they once rested on.
That forked tongue of hers poked between her lips as she wriggled back and forth nervously. The sheer weight of the Umbreon’s gushing praise, and the treats tugging down on her noodly arms, threatened to send her flopping the ground!
Celia couldn’t help but let loose a doting ‘awww’ when the silly scaly bobbed her head up and down feverishly in thanks and slithered off with hardly a word.
Licking her lips, the Bananasaur plucked out a Rare Candy and popped it into her mouth. Her tail practically coiled in on itself as a sensation of flavors overwhelmed her tastebuds. She practically shuddered with delight while her tail uncoiled. Unable to resist, she popped another and another and yet one more between her soft and supple lips!
“Short and sweet and to the point. Just the way we like ‘em!” Closing the door gently behind his girlfriend, the Mareep paid no heed to the thickening snake tail that spanned across their sidewalk. No matter how much it slithered forward the plump mass of scales never seemed to advance any further. Some minutes later, once it had spilled out onto the grass, it finally passed.
BING BONG
“I got this one!” Radda bahhed and bleated as he practically pranced to the door.
An entity, great and terrible, darkened the doorway. “MORTAL. ON THIS HALLOWED NIGHT ACKNOWLEDGING THE SPOOKY SCARY PLANE OF EXISTENCE THAT IS THE REVERSE WORLD, I, GIRATINA, BECKON… HOLD ON. ARE THOSE FULL SIZED POKEPUFFS?”
Eyes darting back and forth between the plate of pastries in one hand and the Ghost/Dragon Type trying to lay claim to his soul, the Mareep could only nod quietly.
“NEVER MIND.” A thick purple aura enveloped one of the Puffs as it levitated off its circular station and towards Giratina’s maw. “WE’RE GOOD,” he mumbled in between chews.
“All good out there, hun?” Celia called out from the kitchen.
“All good,” Radda plainly bleated back.
Licking his black scaled lips, Giratina plucked up another PokePuff. “SO WHY DID YOU ADORN YOURSELF IN THE ATTIRE OF A MEGA AMPHAROS WHEN YOU COULD JUST EVOLVE INTO ONE? WHERE IS YOUR DARKMAS SPIRIT?”
Radda rolled his eyes and bahhed while he crossed his arms about his chest. “Look, I just-”
“YOU REALLY DO ROCK THAT L’OREAL HAIR. JUST SAYING.”
The Mareep stamped a hooved foot down against the tiled floor in exasperation. His golden locks majestically bounced to and fro behind him in slow motion. “Oh my Arceus, no!” He bahhed in fright when he noticed his wig and hurriedly flattened it down against his wooly back and shoulders.
Giratina stifled a burp as he levitated the entire plate of frosting smothered pastries up towards him. “YOU’RE TOTALLY WORTH IT.”
“I am not! Just… just go! Shoo!” Hands held out before him, the Mareep motioned for the Dragon of the Dead to get gone.
Eyes closed tight, the Ghost/Dragon type let loose a baritone hum as swathes of sugar overwhelmed him. “FARE THEE WELL, MORTAL MAREEP. AND MERRY DARKMAS TO YOU!” Giratina urfed as he levitated away back towards the sidewalk. Scaly belly dragging against the concrete, his body dipped lower and lower to the ground until he dipped into the shadows themselves.
Radda slammed the door shut with a bleat.
Giratina huffed and hrmmed as he struggled to squeeze back through the shadows whence he came. Silhouettes distorted and bent wider than how he found them, the Dragon of the Dead forced his portly body back into the darkness with great difficulty.
Black waves of energy rippled out from the reshaped and distended shadows. They lapped harmlessly against anything and everything inanimate. Errant trick-or-treaters making the rounds could not say the same. Knowingly or not their shadows began to thicken and lengthen in both height and width. In time, their fuzzy fluffy bodies would come to do the same. Giratina’s powers, absolute when it came to darkness in its every manifestation, dictated that one’s body must reflect their umbral counterpart, after all!
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Can you get that, Radda?” Frosting matted to her cheeks, Celia urfed as she struggled with her ever tightening hoodie.
“Sure thing!” Poffins, PokePuffs, and Rare Candies sat beside the door. Shuffling them aside with a gentle knock of his hooved feet the Mareep carefully propped the door open. He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of not-Giratina. He paused as he took in the latest batch of trick-or-treaters. “Hmmm… this is supposed to be a kid’s holiday, you know? Aren’t you two a little old for this?” The sheep cocked his eyebrows at the uniformed furs standing before him.
An Arcanine, wide as he was tall, filled the doorway. He stifled a low growl as his shadow wavered beneath him. Subtle tears in his jeans belched forth denim fibers as the mounds of orange and black furred pudge and muscle contained beneath them bulged courtesy of unseen umbral forces. Above the belt, his uniform struggled to stretch down past his bloated pecs. “Sir, would you be willing to step outside for a moment?” A massive and heaving black furred gut, resting place to tens of thousands of fallen donuts, jiggled before him.
Beside the Fire-Type, a genial and fresh faced raccoon bounced up and down upon his heels. “It’ll be just a few minutes at most,” he chimed in. Uniform draping loosely over his lean frame, the ringtail’s fur was combed to a pristine shine. He was the picture perfect example of professionalism! Starkly contrasted against the bloated behemoth standing beside him that had long since shirked off the finer points of protocol. And the department’s dress code.
Nonplussed, the Mareep duly nodded with a sense of satisfaction. “Well. I’ll give you this much. You’ve got the costumes and the spiels down perfectly.” Radda hmmed suspiciously at the distinct lack of pails or pillow sacks. He shrugged. “Not exactly what I’d call prepared though, but it is nearing the end of the night. Ehhh, not like we’ll eat all of this anyway… here you go!” Leaning forward, he simply deposited entire pails of Rare Candies and carefully stacked plates of PokePuffs and Poffins into the Arca Officer’s broad bulky hands. “Enjoy the rest of your evening!” With that, Radda clicked the front door shut.
Both officers allowed their tails to flatten against their backsides.
“Not exactly what I had in mind,” the Arcanine growled.
“Easy there, Sarge. Look at it this way. Our primary suspect just up and gave us all the evidence we’d need to crack this case!” The raccoon nudged his head to the side and motioned towards the horizon.
A bat, groaning and belching intermittently, stared down shyly at the barricade of flashing strobe lights parked around his billowing belly. A tiny costumed speck flit about him as his body violently rumbled. With every urp, he spilled out wider and taller across the sky. Tires screeched against the pavement as a veritable flabalanche pushed them back.
“He’s been on quite the spree tonight hasn’t he?” The Arcanine gruffly grumped as he turned his attention towards the city skyline. Masses of coils, grey and shining softly in the moonlight, smothered and wrapped around the skyscrapers. A snake, her sweet face blushing beet red as she rubbed at her distended belly, hissed as quietly as she could while dozens of city blocks softly smooshed into her scales and the squishy gaps between them. Even coiled and wrapped tightly together around herself, her tubnormousness advanced steadily upon the suburbs.
Shaking their heads, the uniformed duo slunk into the cruiser parked out front.
“Where to, Sarge? Not like we’ll be hitting up the precinct anytime soon given it’s buried under hundreds of tons of scales and fat.” Cautiously, the rookie raccoon rolled a Rare Candy back and forth between his fingertips. Entire pails of them sat at his feet. “There’s got to be somewhere, some way, for us to suss out just what’s in these…”
Eyes furrowed, the Bulkcanine glared at the piles of plates stacked up between his hands. Dozens of pastries, layered with every kind of colored frosting there was, sat there stacked between layers of porcelain. “I know one way to find out.” Lifting a plate up to the cruiser’s cloth ceiling, the Arcanine opened wide and let a whole smattering of them tumble down into his jaw.
“Sarge what the hell are you doing?! That’s evidence! What if he tampered with that?!” Eyes gone wide, the raccoon gesticulated angrily at the Arcanine. His superior loudly smacked his lips.
“Would you relax, rookie? Just skimming a little off the top. Besides. No way that sneaky sheep snuck something in there. Ain’t no fooling my tastebuds.” Tilting his head back, another plate of PokePuffs and Poffins disappeared down his gullet.
Before the raccoon could voice another complaint, he mfffed as a PokePuff was shoved between his cheeks. Any and all composure he possessed crumpled as the silky sweet sensations of sugar puffed out his cheeks.
“So long as we got somethin’ to bring back to the brass we’ll be fine.” A dozen less pieces of puffy pastries remained as the Arcanine reclined his seat and rubbed his distended gut.
“B-b-but what about the-” he mmmmphed in delight as another Puff forced its way between his lips.
“Relax. The higher ups don’t hafta know.”
Try as he might, the rookie raccoon couldn’t help but devour an entire plate. Then a pail. Wait. Were those safe to eat? Ehhh. He hoped so! …Then just one more plate so as to satisfy his candy cravings.
All but one plate of Puffs and one pail of Rare Candies remained after the duo completed their binge. Awash in sugar, they groaned and lazily leaned back into their chairs as the police scanner went silent courtesy of fat bats and swollen snakeys overwhelming both the precinct and active patrols.
“Urff… start her up rookie,” the Arcacop groaned as his voice dipped a couple octaves. Along with his seat. “We oughta grab ourselves a good couple bites for the road. Our usual haunts’ll be buried at this rate.”
Turning the ignition, the raccoon groaned as he rubbed a hand over his shapely belly. “Beldum Bakery, Sarge?”
“You got it.”
Flipping on the strobe light and sirens the duo sped off towards their next destination. Cruiser low to the ground, sparks flying out from under the chassis.
“Veronica!” Radda bleated into his cellphone as Celia cuddled him close to her ever increasing tremendousness. He grumped as she went through the motions of cheerfully greeting them. The Rare Candies weren’t a surprise and… well. The PokePuffs weren’t either. Even if it was expected the Mareep still managed to be disappointed.
“Why hello my sweetie sheepy!” A happy and husky Arcanine chimed out from the receiver. “How’d you and Celia enjoy my errr… Alex’s pastries?”
In between urfs, Celia managed to respond. “Quite a bit, if we’re being completely honest.” The Umbreon ooofed as her belly came to bulldoze through the front of their house and her pointed ears poked the roof up out of place.
“How long will it take for these to wear off?” The Mareep groaned into the receiver. He bahhed as a black furred hand cupped over him protectively and moooshed him tight into a broad pillowy tummy.
There was an extended pause on the other end of the line.
“…Veronica?” He tapped a rock hard fingertip impatiently against his phone and contemplated sending a bit of static over the airwaves to prompt a response.
“Well,” the Arcamom slowly started. “They don’t! So I said nothing.”
Lips curled down into a frown, Radda had to concede that he was anything but surprised. He grunted as a thick fatty finger pet against him and gently mooshed him back and forth against his girlfriend’s tremendous tummy.
“Anywho, hope you two have a Merry Darkmas!” With that, the call ended.
Celia giggled softly as she cuddled her boyfriend close. A sheepy smothering pair of lips descended and macked against him loudly. “Look at this way, Radda. At least we have some company this time around!”
To their right was a familiar bat. His spoken word incomprehensible, he peered down worriedly at the subdivision as clouds were sucked into his maw with every breath taken. Hovering somewhere above the broad plains of his belly was his pretend-Zubat daughter.
Whereas on their left was a sweetie snakey! Or at least a fraction of her! It was getting difficult to pick out the individual scales from one another the make-believe Bananasaur was now the sky and horizon.
Sporting a reassuring smile, the Umbreon waved down at the furs at her feet. Celia’s crimson eyes, well-honed to pick out every detail in the waning light, hmmed as she noticed everyone’s shadows wavering and constantly changing shape and proportions. Parents pushing past skyscraper sizes, their swollen paws taking up entire cul-de-sacs, loomed high and plodded across entire neighborhoods with their relatively miniscule children in tow. Lost somewhere in the safety of their palms of padded toes.
Elsewhere, some parents struggled to wrangle in their house-sized kids thooming down streets in pursuit of the next sugar rush.
Nuzzling into Celia’s swollen finger, Radda sighed. “Think this is the worst of it?”
A rumble, raucous and terrible, filled the air. Waves of air, shockwaves even, radiated out from directly before the couple. Far out in the distance, beyond the curvature of the horizon, two figures emerged. Stifling city flattening belches, the Arcacop and Raccoon Rookie’s forms bloated and exploded across the land and sky. Eyes gone wide, the both of them gulped and looked down worriedly as they simply stretched past the sky. In their wake, tubby toes that soon became difficult to comprehend bunched up against each other and slowly spilled out to encompass the entirety of Radda and Celia’s vision.
“Gonna go out on a hunch and say that’s the worst of it,” Celia blithely mumbled. Once more, she leaned forward and smooched her sheepy. “Merry Darkmas, hun.”
“Merry Darkmas,” Radda defeatedly bleated back as he leaned back into the mountainous rolls of pudge adorning his girlfriend’s belly. The both of them meeped as a ruinous belch violently rattled their frames, and moment, as a warm black padded toe advanced upon them. And the tri-state area.
I blame the following sillies for this. The lot of you, silly and awesome as can be. :V
Mannoth
KingDead
Balina
VDOPlusTrick-Or-Treater Tremendousness
By: RaddaRaem
Halloween? Nahhh. Pokemon and fuzzies alike celebrate not Halloween, but Darkmas! It is really similar don’t get me wrong. Yet at the same time it is completely different!
Deep in the depths of fall, late-ish in the month of October if we’re being specific, when the sun retreats and shadows stretch across the land all good Pokemon pay respect to Giratina when he is most active. The Dragon of Death and Lord of Shadows prowls about, seeking souls to plunder to populate his Reverse World with. As is custom, people dress up in all manners of costumes on Darkmas to throw off the dread dragon’s trail and convince him that they are definitely not the soul he is looking for!
Or.
Well.
That used to be the intent behind it. Now it’s just been commercialized to holy hell like everything else. Not like anyone remembers how candy even got involved but everyone just sort of runs with it at this point. Make no mistake though! This year’s Darkmas will most certainly be a memorable one. Let’s check in with a certain Mareep and find out why…
“Rare Candy, huh?” The candy wrapper’s edges pinched between his rock hard fingertips, Radda twisted the bright blue plastic back and forth. A myriad of nondescript yellow stars crumpled along the spherical surface of the candy prize nestled inside. “This doesn’t seem at all questionable to you?”
Celia shrugged. “I wasn’t about to say no! Uncle Bill pleaded with me to take them off his hands. Things were more likely to end up in his belly than in any trick-or-treaters if he held onto them. Silph Co. is always sending him leftovers.” The Umbreon took to setting out plastic pails along their dinner table. “Besides. So long as we don’t send any Pokekids or PokeParents home with them we should be fine. That’s what all the PokePuffs and Poffins are for, after all.” She gestured towards the plates crowding with the pails for real estate. Each and every one of them was stacked high with icing covered rolls that spanned the entire color spectrum.
The Mareep scratched at his wig. Luxurious manes of white hair tumbled down along his back and over his shoulders. “And you got those from…?”
“Alex! …Which means Veronica, I know.” Celia tugged down on her loose fitting hoodie. Soft baby blues adorned her generous chest and tummy, stretching all the way up to her neck. Whereas the deepest cerulean colored the sleeves, neck, and hood.
Radda frowned at the myriad of foodstuffs. “It’s probably not too late to just, you know, go out and buy anything that isn’t of questionable origin. I doubt the kids will care!” He bahhed when his girlfriend leaned forward and fiddled with the plastic red ruby taped to locks of luscious hair draped down over his forehead.
“Oh they’ll know. Trust me!” While she was at it, Celia loosened the three black collars looped around her boyfriend’s neck. “Turn around real quick, hun.” Giggling at the bleat she received in acquiescence, she tufted and fluffed up the mounds of cotton clinging to his tail. Reaching into the mounds of fluff, she pinched plastic red rubies between her black furred fingertips and spaced them out. “There! You make quite the Mega Ampharos!”
“Says my cutie Kyogre,” the Mareep shyly bleated back.
Clad in wonderfully form fitting jeans, the inner thighs layered with the same baby blues sewn into her hoodie, Celia playfully rawred as she pulled down her hood. Hemmed with red, and piercing yellow eyes were sewn into both sides, pointed velvet teeth hung down from her hood. Swishing side to side, she proudly showed off the angular red lines and circles decorating her sleeves.
“Electrical tape was definitely the way to go on those markings,” Radda remarked as he was given a glimpse at her broad backside. Along with the patterns adorned on it. Shaking his head side to side, he did away with the blush flaring along his blue furred cheeks. “A-anyway. I… sincerely doubt that those Poketreats are anything other than delicious. There’s a catch. There has to be.”
Celia rolled her crimson red eyes. Those pointed ears of hers, clad in glowing yellow rings of fur, poked up through the slits in her hungry looking hood. “How about this. I’ll try one out before we-”
BING BONG
“Woop. Guess not!” Celia nervously exclaimed. Her soft plump fingers hoisted up a plate full of Poffins.
Lips curled down, Radda tugged up a pail of Rare Candies in turn. “It’s still not too late to-”
BING BONG
“Alright, alright, we’re coming!” The Mareep bahhed and bleated as he pranced on over towards the door. Mane of hair bobbing majestically behind him, he clasped his fingers around the frigid doorknob and tugged it towards him. His heels bounced up and off the ground with Celia’s every footfall as she trudged up behind him.
“Trick-or-treat!” The diminutive bat shouted excitedly. Only coming up to the Mareep’s hips, she held a pillow sack out before him expectantly.
A subdued smile creased up along the electric sheep’s face. “Awww look at you! Quite the Zubat costume you’re rocking there.” Two form fitting ear muffs bearing the telltale blues and purples, both lovingly knitted, adorned the winged child’s ears. The remainder of the costume wasn’t quite as impressive but cute all the same!
“Did you make that yourself?” Celia asked. Leaning forward, she giggled as the little girl bounced up at the sight of Radda pinching a single Rare Candy between his fingertips. Much like herself, the bouncy bat was adorned with a simple decorated hoodie. Two soft white velcro teeth hung down from her hood while a duo of long blue tassels draped down her back and trailed along the ground.
“She had some help,” a plainly dressed bat answered for his daughter with a smirk. Bundled up nice and thick in a winter jacket he reached down and ruffled his little girl’s hood. “Oop!”
Just as Radda released his grip, letting a plastic wrapped prize descend towards the trick-or-treater’s candy container, a clawed hand lurched forward and intercepted it.
“Dadddyyyy!” The tiny make-believe Zubat wailed.
“Sorry, kiddo. Candy-tax!” Without a second thought he freed the candy from its confines and plucked it into his maw. He mmmed loudly, mostly to tease at first, but it soon gave way to sheer sugarcoated delight.
Radda rolled his eyes at the display. “Happy Halloween you two.” The Mareep snrked as the bat dad managed to pick off the Poffin Celia tried sneaking in to their first trick-or-treater to boot.
“Only house of the night, I promise,” the pretend-Zubat’s father reassured her with a ruffle of her hair in between mouthfuls of Poffin. Hand in hand, the duo waved goodbye to the Pokecouple while they took to adventuring further down the sidewalk towards new houses and home that had yet to be plundered of their sugary sweets.
Leaning into Celia’s side, the Mareep meeped when his gal pal hugged him close.
“See! All that fluster and bluster for nothing,” the Umbreon teased. “There they go no different than when they arrived! No growy, no nothing.”
“Yeah yeah…” Radda bahhed back as the couple ventured back inside.
Skipping along the sidewalk, deftly dodging cracks in the concrete, the little bat gal pouted. “You promised! No more candy tax.”
“I promised. No mor-urrrrrp!” Grunting, the fatherly bat patted at his belly. Both of those treats… mmfff! Absolutely sublime.
“Excuse you, daddy!” The pretend-Zubat shouted.
“Excuse me indeed,” he huffed as he felt his clothes constrict around him and a gentle warmth radiate through him. Shrugging it off to the delicious, albeit incredibly filling treats, the fatherly figure paid no mind to his footsteps clapping louder against the concrete. That or the fact that his coat slowly rose up along his form, exposing more and more of his bloating belly to the elements.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“I’ll get it, hun!” Pulling back her loose fitting sleeves, Celia carefully balanced a bowl of Rare Candies in one hand and a plate of PokePuffs in the other. At the sound of the front door creaking open, she puffed out her cheeks.
Ignoring her entirely, her sweetie sheepy propped the door open. “Be honest. You have your hands full!”
With a roll of her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile. She eagerly plodded up to greet their next trick-or-treater and shyly bumped hips with Radda upon approach.
“Trick or treat!” A bespectacled snakey chimed out from beyond the screen door.
“Oooh!” The Umbreon’s crimson eyes lit up at the sight. “A Bananasaur of all things! Props for not taking the easy way out with a Seviper or Ekans costume!”
Hissing shyly, the snake’s long grey tail flopped back and forth along the sidewalk. “T-tropius actually, but yeah!” Clad in a form fitting green hoodie, plastic palm leaves could be seen sewn into her hood and onto her back. The fake flora puffed out along her spine as if they were wings, swaying gently in the breeze.
“Gosh and you really do have the bananas and everything!” Leaning forward, Celia oohed and ahhed at the colorful cornucopia of felt fruit lining the hem of the shy snakey’s hood.
The make-believe Bananasaur tugged the leaves down draping over her face to hide the blush welling on her grey scaled cheeks. “T-t-thanksssss! I spent a lot of time on it.”
“It really shows! Just for that you’re getting a double dip!” Tilting one hand forward, a trickle of Rare Candies tumbled down into the reptile’s awaiting pail. Soon after not one, but two, PokePuffs found themselves scraped free from the frosting footholds that had all but cemented them to the porcelain plates they once rested on.
That forked tongue of hers poked between her lips as she wriggled back and forth nervously. The sheer weight of the Umbreon’s gushing praise, and the treats tugging down on her noodly arms, threatened to send her flopping the ground!
Celia couldn’t help but let loose a doting ‘awww’ when the silly scaly bobbed her head up and down feverishly in thanks and slithered off with hardly a word.
Licking her lips, the Bananasaur plucked out a Rare Candy and popped it into her mouth. Her tail practically coiled in on itself as a sensation of flavors overwhelmed her tastebuds. She practically shuddered with delight while her tail uncoiled. Unable to resist, she popped another and another and yet one more between her soft and supple lips!
“Short and sweet and to the point. Just the way we like ‘em!” Closing the door gently behind his girlfriend, the Mareep paid no heed to the thickening snake tail that spanned across their sidewalk. No matter how much it slithered forward the plump mass of scales never seemed to advance any further. Some minutes later, once it had spilled out onto the grass, it finally passed.
BING BONG
“I got this one!” Radda bahhed and bleated as he practically pranced to the door.
An entity, great and terrible, darkened the doorway. “MORTAL. ON THIS HALLOWED NIGHT ACKNOWLEDGING THE SPOOKY SCARY PLANE OF EXISTENCE THAT IS THE REVERSE WORLD, I, GIRATINA, BECKON… HOLD ON. ARE THOSE FULL SIZED POKEPUFFS?”
Eyes darting back and forth between the plate of pastries in one hand and the Ghost/Dragon Type trying to lay claim to his soul, the Mareep could only nod quietly.
“NEVER MIND.” A thick purple aura enveloped one of the Puffs as it levitated off its circular station and towards Giratina’s maw. “WE’RE GOOD,” he mumbled in between chews.
“All good out there, hun?” Celia called out from the kitchen.
“All good,” Radda plainly bleated back.
Licking his black scaled lips, Giratina plucked up another PokePuff. “SO WHY DID YOU ADORN YOURSELF IN THE ATTIRE OF A MEGA AMPHAROS WHEN YOU COULD JUST EVOLVE INTO ONE? WHERE IS YOUR DARKMAS SPIRIT?”
Radda rolled his eyes and bahhed while he crossed his arms about his chest. “Look, I just-”
“YOU REALLY DO ROCK THAT L’OREAL HAIR. JUST SAYING.”
The Mareep stamped a hooved foot down against the tiled floor in exasperation. His golden locks majestically bounced to and fro behind him in slow motion. “Oh my Arceus, no!” He bahhed in fright when he noticed his wig and hurriedly flattened it down against his wooly back and shoulders.
Giratina stifled a burp as he levitated the entire plate of frosting smothered pastries up towards him. “YOU’RE TOTALLY WORTH IT.”
“I am not! Just… just go! Shoo!” Hands held out before him, the Mareep motioned for the Dragon of the Dead to get gone.
Eyes closed tight, the Ghost/Dragon type let loose a baritone hum as swathes of sugar overwhelmed him. “FARE THEE WELL, MORTAL MAREEP. AND MERRY DARKMAS TO YOU!” Giratina urfed as he levitated away back towards the sidewalk. Scaly belly dragging against the concrete, his body dipped lower and lower to the ground until he dipped into the shadows themselves.
Radda slammed the door shut with a bleat.
Giratina huffed and hrmmed as he struggled to squeeze back through the shadows whence he came. Silhouettes distorted and bent wider than how he found them, the Dragon of the Dead forced his portly body back into the darkness with great difficulty.
Black waves of energy rippled out from the reshaped and distended shadows. They lapped harmlessly against anything and everything inanimate. Errant trick-or-treaters making the rounds could not say the same. Knowingly or not their shadows began to thicken and lengthen in both height and width. In time, their fuzzy fluffy bodies would come to do the same. Giratina’s powers, absolute when it came to darkness in its every manifestation, dictated that one’s body must reflect their umbral counterpart, after all!
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Can you get that, Radda?” Frosting matted to her cheeks, Celia urfed as she struggled with her ever tightening hoodie.
“Sure thing!” Poffins, PokePuffs, and Rare Candies sat beside the door. Shuffling them aside with a gentle knock of his hooved feet the Mareep carefully propped the door open. He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of not-Giratina. He paused as he took in the latest batch of trick-or-treaters. “Hmmm… this is supposed to be a kid’s holiday, you know? Aren’t you two a little old for this?” The sheep cocked his eyebrows at the uniformed furs standing before him.
An Arcanine, wide as he was tall, filled the doorway. He stifled a low growl as his shadow wavered beneath him. Subtle tears in his jeans belched forth denim fibers as the mounds of orange and black furred pudge and muscle contained beneath them bulged courtesy of unseen umbral forces. Above the belt, his uniform struggled to stretch down past his bloated pecs. “Sir, would you be willing to step outside for a moment?” A massive and heaving black furred gut, resting place to tens of thousands of fallen donuts, jiggled before him.
Beside the Fire-Type, a genial and fresh faced raccoon bounced up and down upon his heels. “It’ll be just a few minutes at most,” he chimed in. Uniform draping loosely over his lean frame, the ringtail’s fur was combed to a pristine shine. He was the picture perfect example of professionalism! Starkly contrasted against the bloated behemoth standing beside him that had long since shirked off the finer points of protocol. And the department’s dress code.
Nonplussed, the Mareep duly nodded with a sense of satisfaction. “Well. I’ll give you this much. You’ve got the costumes and the spiels down perfectly.” Radda hmmed suspiciously at the distinct lack of pails or pillow sacks. He shrugged. “Not exactly what I’d call prepared though, but it is nearing the end of the night. Ehhh, not like we’ll eat all of this anyway… here you go!” Leaning forward, he simply deposited entire pails of Rare Candies and carefully stacked plates of PokePuffs and Poffins into the Arca Officer’s broad bulky hands. “Enjoy the rest of your evening!” With that, Radda clicked the front door shut.
Both officers allowed their tails to flatten against their backsides.
“Not exactly what I had in mind,” the Arcanine growled.
“Easy there, Sarge. Look at it this way. Our primary suspect just up and gave us all the evidence we’d need to crack this case!” The raccoon nudged his head to the side and motioned towards the horizon.
A bat, groaning and belching intermittently, stared down shyly at the barricade of flashing strobe lights parked around his billowing belly. A tiny costumed speck flit about him as his body violently rumbled. With every urp, he spilled out wider and taller across the sky. Tires screeched against the pavement as a veritable flabalanche pushed them back.
“He’s been on quite the spree tonight hasn’t he?” The Arcanine gruffly grumped as he turned his attention towards the city skyline. Masses of coils, grey and shining softly in the moonlight, smothered and wrapped around the skyscrapers. A snake, her sweet face blushing beet red as she rubbed at her distended belly, hissed as quietly as she could while dozens of city blocks softly smooshed into her scales and the squishy gaps between them. Even coiled and wrapped tightly together around herself, her tubnormousness advanced steadily upon the suburbs.
Shaking their heads, the uniformed duo slunk into the cruiser parked out front.
“Where to, Sarge? Not like we’ll be hitting up the precinct anytime soon given it’s buried under hundreds of tons of scales and fat.” Cautiously, the rookie raccoon rolled a Rare Candy back and forth between his fingertips. Entire pails of them sat at his feet. “There’s got to be somewhere, some way, for us to suss out just what’s in these…”
Eyes furrowed, the Bulkcanine glared at the piles of plates stacked up between his hands. Dozens of pastries, layered with every kind of colored frosting there was, sat there stacked between layers of porcelain. “I know one way to find out.” Lifting a plate up to the cruiser’s cloth ceiling, the Arcanine opened wide and let a whole smattering of them tumble down into his jaw.
“Sarge what the hell are you doing?! That’s evidence! What if he tampered with that?!” Eyes gone wide, the raccoon gesticulated angrily at the Arcanine. His superior loudly smacked his lips.
“Would you relax, rookie? Just skimming a little off the top. Besides. No way that sneaky sheep snuck something in there. Ain’t no fooling my tastebuds.” Tilting his head back, another plate of PokePuffs and Poffins disappeared down his gullet.
Before the raccoon could voice another complaint, he mfffed as a PokePuff was shoved between his cheeks. Any and all composure he possessed crumpled as the silky sweet sensations of sugar puffed out his cheeks.
“So long as we got somethin’ to bring back to the brass we’ll be fine.” A dozen less pieces of puffy pastries remained as the Arcanine reclined his seat and rubbed his distended gut.
“B-b-but what about the-” he mmmmphed in delight as another Puff forced its way between his lips.
“Relax. The higher ups don’t hafta know.”
Try as he might, the rookie raccoon couldn’t help but devour an entire plate. Then a pail. Wait. Were those safe to eat? Ehhh. He hoped so! …Then just one more plate so as to satisfy his candy cravings.
All but one plate of Puffs and one pail of Rare Candies remained after the duo completed their binge. Awash in sugar, they groaned and lazily leaned back into their chairs as the police scanner went silent courtesy of fat bats and swollen snakeys overwhelming both the precinct and active patrols.
“Urff… start her up rookie,” the Arcacop groaned as his voice dipped a couple octaves. Along with his seat. “We oughta grab ourselves a good couple bites for the road. Our usual haunts’ll be buried at this rate.”
Turning the ignition, the raccoon groaned as he rubbed a hand over his shapely belly. “Beldum Bakery, Sarge?”
“You got it.”
Flipping on the strobe light and sirens the duo sped off towards their next destination. Cruiser low to the ground, sparks flying out from under the chassis.
“Veronica!” Radda bleated into his cellphone as Celia cuddled him close to her ever increasing tremendousness. He grumped as she went through the motions of cheerfully greeting them. The Rare Candies weren’t a surprise and… well. The PokePuffs weren’t either. Even if it was expected the Mareep still managed to be disappointed.
“Why hello my sweetie sheepy!” A happy and husky Arcanine chimed out from the receiver. “How’d you and Celia enjoy my errr… Alex’s pastries?”
In between urfs, Celia managed to respond. “Quite a bit, if we’re being completely honest.” The Umbreon ooofed as her belly came to bulldoze through the front of their house and her pointed ears poked the roof up out of place.
“How long will it take for these to wear off?” The Mareep groaned into the receiver. He bahhed as a black furred hand cupped over him protectively and moooshed him tight into a broad pillowy tummy.
There was an extended pause on the other end of the line.
“…Veronica?” He tapped a rock hard fingertip impatiently against his phone and contemplated sending a bit of static over the airwaves to prompt a response.
“Well,” the Arcamom slowly started. “They don’t! So I said nothing.”
Lips curled down into a frown, Radda had to concede that he was anything but surprised. He grunted as a thick fatty finger pet against him and gently mooshed him back and forth against his girlfriend’s tremendous tummy.
“Anywho, hope you two have a Merry Darkmas!” With that, the call ended.
Celia giggled softly as she cuddled her boyfriend close. A sheepy smothering pair of lips descended and macked against him loudly. “Look at this way, Radda. At least we have some company this time around!”
To their right was a familiar bat. His spoken word incomprehensible, he peered down worriedly at the subdivision as clouds were sucked into his maw with every breath taken. Hovering somewhere above the broad plains of his belly was his pretend-Zubat daughter.
Whereas on their left was a sweetie snakey! Or at least a fraction of her! It was getting difficult to pick out the individual scales from one another the make-believe Bananasaur was now the sky and horizon.
Sporting a reassuring smile, the Umbreon waved down at the furs at her feet. Celia’s crimson eyes, well-honed to pick out every detail in the waning light, hmmed as she noticed everyone’s shadows wavering and constantly changing shape and proportions. Parents pushing past skyscraper sizes, their swollen paws taking up entire cul-de-sacs, loomed high and plodded across entire neighborhoods with their relatively miniscule children in tow. Lost somewhere in the safety of their palms of padded toes.
Elsewhere, some parents struggled to wrangle in their house-sized kids thooming down streets in pursuit of the next sugar rush.
Nuzzling into Celia’s swollen finger, Radda sighed. “Think this is the worst of it?”
A rumble, raucous and terrible, filled the air. Waves of air, shockwaves even, radiated out from directly before the couple. Far out in the distance, beyond the curvature of the horizon, two figures emerged. Stifling city flattening belches, the Arcacop and Raccoon Rookie’s forms bloated and exploded across the land and sky. Eyes gone wide, the both of them gulped and looked down worriedly as they simply stretched past the sky. In their wake, tubby toes that soon became difficult to comprehend bunched up against each other and slowly spilled out to encompass the entirety of Radda and Celia’s vision.
“Gonna go out on a hunch and say that’s the worst of it,” Celia blithely mumbled. Once more, she leaned forward and smooched her sheepy. “Merry Darkmas, hun.”
“Merry Darkmas,” Radda defeatedly bleated back as he leaned back into the mountainous rolls of pudge adorning his girlfriend’s belly. The both of them meeped as a ruinous belch violently rattled their frames, and moment, as a warm black padded toe advanced upon them. And the tri-state area.
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Huh, I never would have taken the Dragon of Death and the Lord of Shadows to be so easy to placate, but I guess that's what happens when you're away from real-world cooking for so long!
It was a cute and delightfully big read from start to finish. You've already heard the rest of my gush. |3
It was a cute and delightfully big read from start to finish. You've already heard the rest of my gush. |3
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