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A spooky Halloween piece and story I tried to do in one day!
Flash Fiction story below, apologies for any mistakes, it was done fast.
“Come on, you’re creepy, you’ve got to have something?”
Indigo seemed to like being called creepy. The white haired goth girl beamed up at Mark, lavender eyes behind square glasses, dark leather clothes creaking as she crossed her arms. “Whaa-aaat? How’m I creepy?”
“Well to start with you shot up like 4 cup sizes and down a foot last month.” He snorted, considering her short curvy frame, “How’d that happen anyway?”
“Summoned a succubus.” She smirked.
“Right,” The tall man rolled his eyes, “Well can you summon up a good costume for me? Want to really put the nightmares into people at the party, and stand out- and you are the best at custom clothes I know.”
“Hmmm, I can, but in exchange for this pact, know that I will expect free rides from you.”
He quirked an eyebrow, “As in uber or sexy, Miss succubus?”
“Uh, I meant uber, you’re not really my type, but you never know.” She shrugged playfully, clapping her hands with excitement.
“Sure, fine, alright, deal.”
“Very well- the pact is sealed!” Indigo declared, waving her hands around dramatically, “You shall have a terrifying costume until midnight!”
* * * * * *
The pumpkin was hard to see out of. Mark Knight grumbled as he carefully wandered through the crowd, inflatable horse body nearly spilling some punch along the way. He felt plenty of eyes on him, cute girls dressed as nurses or cats, but with just two triangles to see out of the gourd he wore, he lacked the peripheral vision to interpret it as interest or mockery.
“Thanks Indigo,” He grumbled gently. It was certainly a better costume than he could’ve pulled off alone, the cosplayer knew her stuff. But he wasn’t sure that a rough blazer, shirt, and bottom half of a pantomime horse could count as a really great Dullahan costume. He looked more like an awkward centaur, the back legs tied to his ankles so they flailed in sync with his actual legs.
“AAAAAAAAAALRIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, GHOULS AND GALS! HITTING THE WITCHING HOUR, SO TIME TO SHAKE YOUR STUFF!” The DJ roared from the rough stage of the large garden party, a hefty man dressed with a circle of drums around his back like a thunder god. Mark smirked at the sight, sipped a straw through his pumpkin helmet, before prancing into the throng, busting out an excellent moonwalk as soon as enough eyes settled on him. He glided back, painted shoes scraping off the patio, unti-
BANG!
“Cripes!” He squealed at the deafening sound of his costume popping, the back legs going limp and heavy immediately.
“Whoops, sorry there!” A girl laughed, circling around him to reveal what might’ve been a dryad costume, studded with wooden spikes. “Guess you got staked Draculaaaa~!”
“Urgh, it’s meant to be a dullahan- y’know, headless horseman!” Mark’s voice must have been muffled, because she was turning to strut between dancers before he even finished talking. Plenty of eyes followed her regardless. He watched too, through the narrow eye slits, before grunting and reaching up to the pumpkin.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
Some old bells must have been set up for ambience on Halloween. Mark grimaced as his chin caught, and the pumpkin felt hot, his breath catching in it.
“Grurgh, come on, stupid thing!” He cursed, voice turning light as he pulled.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
Blue flames sputtered. His hair felt hot. His ears burned. Panic welled in Mark’s chest as sudden fire blazed in the pumpkin, he hopped and yanked, and finally ripped the pumpkin off his shoulders.
His viewpoint wheeled, circling and spinning as the pumpkin came off his head, strawberry red hair licked around his vision, and he saw the strangest sight- a headless body in a cheap blazed, its neck grouting the same blue flame that flared from his pumpkin, its hands fumbling, grasping-
“Oof!” Mark recoiled as he caught something round, heavy and hairy, and some hand grabbed the base of his head. “What th-”
DONG! DONG! DONG!
His strange view of his body barely registered before a sudden pain came in his rear. He winced, grimacing as his ears burned and slipped up his head, and his butt suddenly exploded. A mass of black nail destroyed his shoes, thick powerful legs tore out his trousers, and a second set of legs kicked backwards to tear through the deflated remains of the costume. Dark chestnut fur flared out to red flaring fluff around the hooves as he staggered back, a long crimson tail whipping out from the body of what appeared to be a draft horse beneath him.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
“Gaa- wha- I’m a- a headless horseman!?” He gasped, fumbling not to drop his head as each breath felt tighter- how was he even breathing, his nose and mouth weren’t connected to the blazing stump of his neck? Then, a crunch of discomfort as his waist seemed to narrow, mass shunting up to pop the buttons of his shirt as two hefty mammaries bounced and settled on his ribs.
“Uh… think that’s a horse-woman, actually,” The dryad murmured, staring with wide eyes.
Mark blinked, her now feminine face flushing as she cradled her head against the soft squishy chest, hooves stamping.
* * * * *
“Wha-aaat, I said it’d be a good costume till midnight?” The looming demon peered out of the cottage door.
“YEAH- AND NOW LOOK AT ME!” The Dullahan stamped her weighty hooves off the porch, then squeaked as her head tumbled off her neck again, barely catching it.
The goat-like creature, an eight foot amazon with curling horns, familiar white hair, four exposed boobs and four clawed arms examined her with a playful shrug. “I did warn you, that was the pact- and Rosemary is very happy to have a new body.”
“Rosemary? Tha- what?” Mark blinked at the echoing name, feeling a tug of familiarity.
Indigo the succubus sighed, “Was a poor mare I was tending to. Passed away but I kept the spirit around, in case I could find a way to summon her a body. Your costume was a perfect opportunity, Miss Nightmare.”
She blushed, “Right but if that was a ghost horse, and I was a guy, why’d I get so… busty?”
“Guess you were a bit girly too. They’re fun, huh?” Indigo grinned sharp fangs. “By the way… about our deal, how about a ride?”
“I think you might be too big to carry.” Mary flicked her tail, “Is this big demon form what happened to your car?”
“Yeah- and I wasn’t talking about that kind.”
* * * * * * *
Mary rolled her shoulders as she closed up the office. Halloween decorations for the party tomorrow adorned it’s edges and several of the cars, while her own bay was packed with hay, spare hooves, a couple of saddles and fire extinguishers. Not that they were needed today- Indigo had taught her to handle a human, if shapely, form eventually, and company policy dictated that she got to work a couple of shifts on calls to rest up for how many passenger’s she’d have tomorrow. People had been prebooking the cute dullahan Uber ride like crazy!
But that was tomorrow. For tonight, there was time to get up to mischief, and spread some nightmares. The woman skipped slightly as she walked, freckly features grinning at dreams of scaring her friends. Until a small motion flicked in her peripheral in the streetlights, a flash of white and black fur. Mary squealed, darting back in surprise at the skunk, but it was only a cat, yellow eyes staring up as her head wobbled, then tumbled off her shoulders.
BWOOMPH!
In an instant, as usual, her tights and skirt were obliterated, shirt tearing open she turned huge centaur dullahan, and caught her head on heaving chest.
“Dangit, those made my butt look cute.” Mary grumbled, mourning her clothes as she caught her breath. It wasn’t a big deal, she’d just switch to using the torn fabric as PJs- come midnight, they’d turn more gothic anyway, and it was always fun to see what strange get-up her curse decided a Dullahan ought to wear.
“Happy Halloween.” She told the cat, before trotting home.
Flash Fiction story below, apologies for any mistakes, it was done fast.
“Come on, you’re creepy, you’ve got to have something?”
Indigo seemed to like being called creepy. The white haired goth girl beamed up at Mark, lavender eyes behind square glasses, dark leather clothes creaking as she crossed her arms. “Whaa-aaat? How’m I creepy?”
“Well to start with you shot up like 4 cup sizes and down a foot last month.” He snorted, considering her short curvy frame, “How’d that happen anyway?”
“Summoned a succubus.” She smirked.
“Right,” The tall man rolled his eyes, “Well can you summon up a good costume for me? Want to really put the nightmares into people at the party, and stand out- and you are the best at custom clothes I know.”
“Hmmm, I can, but in exchange for this pact, know that I will expect free rides from you.”
He quirked an eyebrow, “As in uber or sexy, Miss succubus?”
“Uh, I meant uber, you’re not really my type, but you never know.” She shrugged playfully, clapping her hands with excitement.
“Sure, fine, alright, deal.”
“Very well- the pact is sealed!” Indigo declared, waving her hands around dramatically, “You shall have a terrifying costume until midnight!”
* * * * * *
The pumpkin was hard to see out of. Mark Knight grumbled as he carefully wandered through the crowd, inflatable horse body nearly spilling some punch along the way. He felt plenty of eyes on him, cute girls dressed as nurses or cats, but with just two triangles to see out of the gourd he wore, he lacked the peripheral vision to interpret it as interest or mockery.
“Thanks Indigo,” He grumbled gently. It was certainly a better costume than he could’ve pulled off alone, the cosplayer knew her stuff. But he wasn’t sure that a rough blazer, shirt, and bottom half of a pantomime horse could count as a really great Dullahan costume. He looked more like an awkward centaur, the back legs tied to his ankles so they flailed in sync with his actual legs.
“AAAAAAAAAALRIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, GHOULS AND GALS! HITTING THE WITCHING HOUR, SO TIME TO SHAKE YOUR STUFF!” The DJ roared from the rough stage of the large garden party, a hefty man dressed with a circle of drums around his back like a thunder god. Mark smirked at the sight, sipped a straw through his pumpkin helmet, before prancing into the throng, busting out an excellent moonwalk as soon as enough eyes settled on him. He glided back, painted shoes scraping off the patio, unti-
BANG!
“Cripes!” He squealed at the deafening sound of his costume popping, the back legs going limp and heavy immediately.
“Whoops, sorry there!” A girl laughed, circling around him to reveal what might’ve been a dryad costume, studded with wooden spikes. “Guess you got staked Draculaaaa~!”
“Urgh, it’s meant to be a dullahan- y’know, headless horseman!” Mark’s voice must have been muffled, because she was turning to strut between dancers before he even finished talking. Plenty of eyes followed her regardless. He watched too, through the narrow eye slits, before grunting and reaching up to the pumpkin.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
Some old bells must have been set up for ambience on Halloween. Mark grimaced as his chin caught, and the pumpkin felt hot, his breath catching in it.
“Grurgh, come on, stupid thing!” He cursed, voice turning light as he pulled.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
Blue flames sputtered. His hair felt hot. His ears burned. Panic welled in Mark’s chest as sudden fire blazed in the pumpkin, he hopped and yanked, and finally ripped the pumpkin off his shoulders.
His viewpoint wheeled, circling and spinning as the pumpkin came off his head, strawberry red hair licked around his vision, and he saw the strangest sight- a headless body in a cheap blazed, its neck grouting the same blue flame that flared from his pumpkin, its hands fumbling, grasping-
“Oof!” Mark recoiled as he caught something round, heavy and hairy, and some hand grabbed the base of his head. “What th-”
DONG! DONG! DONG!
His strange view of his body barely registered before a sudden pain came in his rear. He winced, grimacing as his ears burned and slipped up his head, and his butt suddenly exploded. A mass of black nail destroyed his shoes, thick powerful legs tore out his trousers, and a second set of legs kicked backwards to tear through the deflated remains of the costume. Dark chestnut fur flared out to red flaring fluff around the hooves as he staggered back, a long crimson tail whipping out from the body of what appeared to be a draft horse beneath him.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
“Gaa- wha- I’m a- a headless horseman!?” He gasped, fumbling not to drop his head as each breath felt tighter- how was he even breathing, his nose and mouth weren’t connected to the blazing stump of his neck? Then, a crunch of discomfort as his waist seemed to narrow, mass shunting up to pop the buttons of his shirt as two hefty mammaries bounced and settled on his ribs.
“Uh… think that’s a horse-woman, actually,” The dryad murmured, staring with wide eyes.
Mark blinked, her now feminine face flushing as she cradled her head against the soft squishy chest, hooves stamping.
* * * * *
“Wha-aaat, I said it’d be a good costume till midnight?” The looming demon peered out of the cottage door.
“YEAH- AND NOW LOOK AT ME!” The Dullahan stamped her weighty hooves off the porch, then squeaked as her head tumbled off her neck again, barely catching it.
The goat-like creature, an eight foot amazon with curling horns, familiar white hair, four exposed boobs and four clawed arms examined her with a playful shrug. “I did warn you, that was the pact- and Rosemary is very happy to have a new body.”
“Rosemary? Tha- what?” Mark blinked at the echoing name, feeling a tug of familiarity.
Indigo the succubus sighed, “Was a poor mare I was tending to. Passed away but I kept the spirit around, in case I could find a way to summon her a body. Your costume was a perfect opportunity, Miss Nightmare.”
She blushed, “Right but if that was a ghost horse, and I was a guy, why’d I get so… busty?”
“Guess you were a bit girly too. They’re fun, huh?” Indigo grinned sharp fangs. “By the way… about our deal, how about a ride?”
“I think you might be too big to carry.” Mary flicked her tail, “Is this big demon form what happened to your car?”
“Yeah- and I wasn’t talking about that kind.”
* * * * * * *
Mary rolled her shoulders as she closed up the office. Halloween decorations for the party tomorrow adorned it’s edges and several of the cars, while her own bay was packed with hay, spare hooves, a couple of saddles and fire extinguishers. Not that they were needed today- Indigo had taught her to handle a human, if shapely, form eventually, and company policy dictated that she got to work a couple of shifts on calls to rest up for how many passenger’s she’d have tomorrow. People had been prebooking the cute dullahan Uber ride like crazy!
But that was tomorrow. For tonight, there was time to get up to mischief, and spread some nightmares. The woman skipped slightly as she walked, freckly features grinning at dreams of scaring her friends. Until a small motion flicked in her peripheral in the streetlights, a flash of white and black fur. Mary squealed, darting back in surprise at the skunk, but it was only a cat, yellow eyes staring up as her head wobbled, then tumbled off her shoulders.
BWOOMPH!
In an instant, as usual, her tights and skirt were obliterated, shirt tearing open she turned huge centaur dullahan, and caught her head on heaving chest.
“Dangit, those made my butt look cute.” Mary grumbled, mourning her clothes as she caught her breath. It wasn’t a big deal, she’d just switch to using the torn fabric as PJs- come midnight, they’d turn more gothic anyway, and it was always fun to see what strange get-up her curse decided a Dullahan ought to wear.
“Happy Halloween.” She told the cat, before trotting home.
Category Artwork (Digital) / TF / TG
Species Centaur
Size 1828 x 1500px
File Size 1.36 MB
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