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A Hollow'een Tale 2003

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Story, pictures & Characters © PJB Editing Thanks to Steve Zink!

'Twas the night before Hallow'een, but there was plenty stirring!

Brian arrived home from work, thankful that he was home on this special night. He drove his car into his drive, not noticing the  removal vans parked up the road from his modest two storey house, the first in his row, all alike, three rooms on each floor, all
decorated ready for the children who always came Trick or Treating.

Mind you, most of the neighbourhood children knew better than to try "Tricking" at Brian's house, though there was always one who didn't and threw an egg at the windows. Strange thing was, the egg never landed, well, not on the house at least. The egg thrower was the one who ended up being pelted with 100-fold return of eggs; oddly enough, the yolks were all green, not yellow and stunk! The parents knew better than to complain to Brian and simply rushed their child off to the bath and tried to scrub the green stains off his skin before burning his clothes, hoping that their neighbours hadn't seen the boy return covered in green slime.

Funnily enough, if the child walked past Brian's house during November, he was often pelted again with the strange green eggs out of thin air, almost as if the house was holding a grudge, but that's impossible, isn't it?

Brian locked the car, opened the house and locked it behind him. Dropping his briefcase besides the door, he started upstairs to the bathroom where his clothing for the night to come was laid out for him. As he went, he called out for Tabby, his faithful cat.

"Tabby! Tabby! Here puss, here puss, puss!"

"Meerrouwwww," was heard from the back of the house as his beautiful black Persian cat unwound herself from her favourite place as she heard her beloved master calling. She slinked across the stone flagged kitchen, bedecked with strange herbs and pans, slowly, sinuously, making her way to the front of the house and the stairs.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Brian had stripped himself naked of his day clothes and now slipped a lacy black bra on, followed by a very sexy and lacy suspender belt, again black in colour. Sitting on the toilet seat, he unrolled a pair of black stockings, one onto each leg, fixing the suspenders to each, then standing, he added a long black wig, which cascaded down his back, well below the bra, almost to the suspender belt in fact.

As he stood, his rock hard penis pointed to the door as Tabby prowled in before squatting down, licking her lips at the sight in front of her. "Meeow!" she purred.  

"Now Tabby, let's get started then we can be ready for the children!" Brian started chanting, his words strange had anyone
been there to hear them, only a few seemed to be in English, only a few were recognisable.

".....My familiar Tabby, ...Hecate we call upon thee....my companion, Tabitha!...."

As the words flowed, obviously a spell, Tabby started to writhe, to grow. Her face changed, her fur disappeared into her body, her limbs changed, became fuller, she stood straighter, more human, much taller, clothes started to appear on her body. Her now quite human body, her very beautiful human body! Her fur on her head reappeared, now cascading down her back, over her long black dress, the dress with a serious V at the front exposing a very sexy cleavage pushing the fabric of the dress out.

"Meeooww," she purred, "oh Massster, it's been sssssoooo long ssssince we did thissss. I want you now Massster!"

"Oh Tabitha, you know this only works at a full moon, but when Hallow'een also falls on or near a Full Moon, it's a special time for the both of us! Now, come on and suck me! I want you too honey!"

As Tabitha knelt before her beloved Master and started to lick his penis, sending shivers up and down his body, he gently held her hair, and tilted her face up to look at his, he said, "Just remember, love, watch those fangs this time and sheath your claws, these stockings are brand new and special. It took me ages to get a line of credit at Anya's Magic Box and there's no more until she sets up a new store somewhere."

Tabitha 'hummed' as she wrapped her hands around his silken clad legs, and her mouth around his penis and started sucking on it, rubbing her hands up and over the nylons and above, to his bare skin.

"Ahhhhhh!"

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Meanwhile, outside the house, the removal van's doors opened to discharge a large group of men and a couple of women. None of whom you would want to meet on a dark night such as tonight.

"Gather round, you goons!" snarled the boss.

Accustomed to doing as they were told, or else, the goons gathered to hear the final instructions for the night.

"Right, we've cased this side road for a week now, we know who lives where and how many there are. We'll start at this guy's house, he lives alone, apart from a bloody cat. We'll do this road a house at a time, we go in, mug and tie up all occupants in their bedrooms. Then we strip the house of any and all valuables, then if they are female we'll gang bang the young ones, forcing the men to watch, then we kill them all, youngsters first, forcing the parents to watch, then the old ones. Jon-Jo, cut the phone lines! No witnesses, okay!"

No one dared argue, they knew better from earlier raids when a new guy asked a question. He was beaten to death on the spot and left on the roadside.

A last look around, then: "Okay, let's go!"

The gang walked up to the first house, Brian's, and rang the bell, then started knocking on the door.

Upstairs, Tabitha was rinsing the last of the cum out of her mouth and brushing her teeth, Brian was washing his now limp penis off on the bidet before drying it off with a soft towel.

"Can you get that love, the kids are early tonight. Their treats are beside the door. I'll finish getting dressed and be down in a moment," Brian said as he stepped into a pair of lacy black satin panties, pulling them up over his flaccid penis and started to put his black knee boots with the four-inch heels on.

Tabitha went downstairs slowly, as was her way. The knocking on the door was getting louder and louder. 'These kids are intent on getting their treats this year,' she thought.

Upstairs, Brian pulled his dress on over his head, his breasts swelling as he did so, pushing the fabric of his bra out. This dress, black of course, was multi layered, tight around the bodice, loose and very sexy from the waist down, all wispy and faceted, showing off his legs and boots as he moved though the side slits. A quick pass of his hand and his face was made up, as beautiful as Tabitha's, another pass and being Hallow'een, he was now Barbara, complete with labia and vagina beneath the satin panties.

Tabitha opened the door, expecting to see a group of young children all dressed in their adorable Hallow'een costumes chanting, "Trick or Treat," only to feel a fist hit her chest and push her back against the stairs as the members of the gang burst in.

"Find the guy! Check the rooms! Find him! Grab her and take...Where the fuck did she go?" the boss snarled. The babe had disappeared from the foot of the stairs. As he looked up the stairs, he just saw a cat's tail disappear around the corner.

"Go on! Find them both!" he commanded. The thugs started to spread out through the house, some upstairs, others into the downstairs rooms.

Upstairs, Barbara listened in dismay to what was happening. "Oh Hecate, not again! This just isn't fair! But this year, I'm stronger in my powers and with Tabby's help, oh, they are in for a surprise!"

She dashed out of the bathroom into the passage and turned right into what only a moment ago was a solid wall, now it was a passage that stretched into the distance, there must have been another ten rooms off it, or more. One of the thugs caught a glimpse of her boot heels as she sprinted down the passage. Thinking it was Tabitha he shouted to the others and set off in pursuit.

He dashed down the passageway without thinking and at the end, stopped to work out which way the bitch had gone, left or right? One of his fellow thugs arrived beside him, panting.

"Which way did she go?" he gasped.

"Dunno, you go left, I'll go right!" the first thug snarled.

Meanwhile, back at the head of the stairs, one of the thugs shouted down to the boss waiting for reports just inside the door. "Hey boss, thought you said this was only a two storey house?"

"Yeah, it is. So?"

"Well, where does this staircase go to then?" he asked, puzzled.

"Maybe to the loft! Go check it out, you moron!" the boss commanded.

"Bloody morons, I'm surrounded by morons!" he muttered to himself as he started to look around the downstairs rooms. Along one wall was a glass fronted display cabinet packed with strange, and probably expensive, items. Deciding to start looting there, he grasped the knob to pull the first door open. As he turned, the knob seemed to flow under his hand and no matter how he tried, he could not open the door.

"Bugger this!" Looking round, he saw a heavy vase on the table. "That'll do!"

Picking up the vase, he threw it at the glass front only for the vase to disappear millimetres from the glass and reappear on the table instantly, both events seeming instantaneous and accompanied by a small, almost unseen, flash of light.

"What the...!" he muttered, looking at the unbroken glass cabinet, his hand, empty of course and the vase, back on the table. "I...erm. Did I dream that I...? Naw! Must have dreamt that, weird place!" He left the room, unsure of what made him abandon his attempts to gain access to the goodies in the cabinet, glad only that he had been alone in the room and that none of his gang had seen anything.

"Oi, Upstairs! Have you caught that bitch and the guy yet?" he called to the men upstairs. No answer came back.

"OI! Damn morons, can't do a thing right!" Already he had forgotten what had happened to him in the front room. He went to the back of the house to see how the others had done and what they had found in stripping the back of the house.

He found the rest of the gang downstairs in the back room; all stood together in the centre looking at the walls, all with empty hands.

"WHAT is going on! Where's the loot? You imbeciles! Why is it I have to do everything here?!?! You three, go upstairs and find the others, and get that guy and his bitch tied up ready for the kill! Well, MOVE! You, you and YOU! NOW!"

Finally, the three thugs the boss had singled out inched out of the room, staying clear of their boss who was almost purple with rage, spitting as he shouted at them. Then he turned to the rest of his gang, grouped together, still in the centre of the room.

"And what is the matter with you assholes! Loot this place!"

Meanwhile, upstairs...

Jon-Jo, the thug who had gone to the right at the end of the passage, reached the door at the end, a light shining through the crack. He opened it carefully to see a woman dressed in black, trying to get someone to answer her on the phone, or so it seemed.

He pushed the door fully open, slamming it against the wall, just in case the house owner was behind it waiting to club him with something. He wasn't, the door hit the wall and the handle embedded itself in the plasterwork. The woman turned around slowly, almost as if she had been expecting him and was not startled by the door slamming into the wall.

She was beautiful, Jon-Jo thought. Her body was incredible, curvaceous, sexy and stacked! Her face was the most beautiful face he had ever seen, no hint of fear on it, her lower lip caught beneath her perfect white teeth as she looked at him, her creamy skin almost glowing in contrast to the glitter pink lipstick she wore. He gulped, he did not want to kill her, he wanted to protect her from the others, but the boss would kill him as well. Probably beat him to death like he had done others who had disobeyed him.

"I'm sorry, lady, but I've got to tie you up and take you to the others. Gee, but you're beautiful!" he rumbled, unable to take his eyes off of her face.

"I know you are Jon-Jo, and yes, I am beautiful, aren't I? Or am I?!"  she said, her voice raising on the last "am I". As she said that her beautiful face seemed to peel away and her skull peered out at him, quickly been re-covered with a face more suited to that of the Mother Alien in Alien, complete with dripping drool and the inner mouth inside yet another mouth.

Jon-Jo was a bit slow on the uptake, so before he could work out how she knew his name, he saw the horror that had come for him, shrieked, wet himself and as his eyes rolled up into his head he passed out stone cold unconscious.

Shaking her hideous head, splattering the room with drool, the Alien heads separated and vanished into thin air, revealing Barbara's beautiful face once more.

"Hey, outdid myself that time! Right, who's next?" she said as she went in search of the next thug.

That turned out to be Dell-boy who was at the other end of the long passageway where he heard some noises come from the door on his right. Opening it sharply he dashed into the room, to find the beautiful babe he had been searching for, hoping to be the one to find her, to be the first to have her! Pulling the ropes from his pocket he moved menacingly towards her, chanting as he did so.

"Oh, you're going to be mine, bitch, you're going to be mine first. You're going to meet Mr. Willy!" On and on he droned his chant.

As he got nearer to the babe, he started to slow down, she was not looking afraid of him at all, nor, now that he got close to her, did she look quite so pretty, either. In fact, she looked downright ugly and hairy. Her exposed skin around her impressive cleavage was now looking quite dark. Dark and, and well, furry! He looked up from her breasts to her face and his eyes opened wide! The rope dropped from his limp fingers, she wasn't human!

A very faint, "Mum, help," escaped his lips as Tabitha stretched her powerful jaws and yawned, exposing her fangs and red tongue licking over them as she salivated at the thought of rending the thug into shreds. She raised her paw, now covered in black fur, allowing her three-inch long, razor sharp claws to appear, then retract with an audible "Snick!" each time. Closing her jaws, she brought her yellow cats eyes down to look into Dell-boy's, raising her paw, claws out to a level of his nose, forcing him to flick between the claws and her fangs at a comical rate. Tiring of this, the jaguar she now was, gave an earth shaking roar which overlaid the somewhat quieter THUD as Dell-boy hit the floor as he fainted, a pool of urine appearing between his legs and running onto the highly polished floor.

"Ah, there you are, Tabitha, shall we carry on clearing house?" Barbara asked as she looked in the room to see Tabitha regain her human form.

"Oh yessss, missstresssss, I haven't had ssssoo much fun in agesssss. But I want the one who hit me!" she said, her eyes flashing yellow once more as she laid claim to the fate of the boss.

Barbara tilted her pretty head to one side as she listened to the house update her on the rest of the gang.

"There's one upstairs, he'll wait, he can't find the door to the room he's in," she said with a smile, knowing the room in question always had had a wicked sense of humour. "There's another three coming up the stairs now. We may as well deal with these as a group, those left downstairs won't hear a thing!"

The two women waited part way down the passage, the passage that in all logic shouldn't have been there, not in a normal three bedroomed house, it shouldn't be, and it certainly shouldn't have led to an entire area of passages and rooms. But it was there, and logic didn't have too much to do with this house after all. There they waited and not for long, for the three thugs were more afraid of their boss than anything two broads could do, well, they were.

"There they are! Let's get them!" one thug shouted to the others as he dashed down the passage, closely followed by another, the third hanging back a little to give him room to cover the others with his gun.

In the seconds before all conscious thought stopped, he did have just enough time to think, 'Hey, aren't we looking for one guy, one broad, not two...'

As the three thugs appeared, both Barbara and Tabitha started chanting. Again, not all words were English, not all understandable by ears such as ours; what we would have heard went a little like this: "Hecate, we call upon thee ... ruffians ... Mannikins ... what was tall ... now be small."

Where there were three thugs, now laid three small unshapen dolls, all nude, no visible gender nor faces, just blank, putty almost.

In the other upstairs rooms, Dell-boy and Jon-Jo never regained consciousness as they too changed into similar small unshapen dolls, awaiting designing it seemed.

"Tabitha, let us finish this, the children will be here soon and we must complete the cleansing before then. These people are evil, they have stolen much more than property, they have stolen people's lives and raped and pillaged across the country as if they were Vandals and Goths of old. It ends tonight!" Barbara said sternly, as much to herself as to her faithful Tabitha.

The two witches, for let's be honest, this is what they are, not mere mortals, not a man and his cat, but a witch and her powerful familiar, herself a witch of no small standing. The two witches made their way downstairs to find the remnants of the gang awaiting them in the back room, their boss almost apoplectic with rage that none of the gang would go find the others upstairs, nor risk breaking anything in the room.

He had his back to the door, so in his rage, did not realise that his gang was staring past him to the women in the doorway in terror, not staring in terror at him, not at first, anyway. Finally one of the gang found the nerve to point, her hand shaking badly, at the door behind the boss. It took a little while to sink in that she meant him to take note, and a gentle feminine, "Ahem," from behind made him whip round to see the twosome in the doorway.

"You..." He was so insane with anger, he could hardly get a word out, spitting saliva across the room at the women.

"Yes, us. Shocking though it seems, we mere women have not only defeated your thugs, but now intend to put an end to your thieving and murdering of innocents. This will end tonight, but you, or rather, most of you, will find other uses in the future," Barbara said.

"I want HIM, Missstressss! He ssstruck meeeeow!" Tabitha hissed.

"I know, my dear, let us deal with the others first, then you shall have him to play with." Once again the beautiful twosome started their chant. Once again, the thugs started to disappear one by one to be replaced with small unshapen dolls. All this time, the boss thug could not believe what was happening. His gang was been shrunk and destroyed around him.

He pulled out his mobile phone, meaning to call his men left guarding the trucks; it wouldn't work! He pulled out his gun, meaning to shoot the two bitches where they stood, he couldn't squeeze the trigger; he cried out in frustration.

"Now, let's see about you, shall we? For the crimes of murder, theft, rape, muggings, beatings and much more, the sentence is..." Barbara started to say before the thug interrupted her.

"Death, I know, you're going to kill me, aren't you, bitch! Or whatever you are! And fine! I know now I've bitten off more than I can chew, but tell me one thing, where the fuck is that guy whose house this is? What have you done with him?"

"Actually, the sentence is life, not death, though you are going to wish it was! As for Brian? Well, I'm Brian, or I will be once more after Hallow'een. You see, there really ARE Witches and Magic and at Hallow'een, even crossdressers like myself actually get to be full blown female witches for a couple of days a year anyway. But you, you will be Tabby's plaything, until she gets tired of you, anyway. I would advise you not to let her get tired of you, but that'll be up to you as you will know what is going on, keeping your mind, unlike all the others in your gang."

"What? I'm going to be that lesbian bitch's toyboy?!? You've got to be kidding me!" he blustered.

"Oh no, this is Tabitha, I'm talking about Tabby! Tabitha, darling, do you want to show him?" Barbara asked her companion.

"Oh yessss, Misstressss," purred Tabitha as she transformed herself back into her feline self as Barbara's familiar, a beautiful Persian cat.

His eyes grew even wider as he murmured something that sounded very much like, "Oh, fuck."

Barbara was murmuring something herself now, and the thug felt something happening to his body. His perceptions of the room were changing too, everything seemed to be getting bigger, or was it he was getting smaller? His head wanted to lean forward, his arms were becoming shortened, pulling themselves into his chest, his clothes changing into brown fur, his mouth extending outwards, something pushing itself out from his butt, his eyes moving away to the sides of his head...

"Noooo...squeak!" The transformation was complete. He was a mouse, a little brown mouse. All alone in a house with a witch and a cat. A CAT! An angry cat, at that! The cat he had hit hard in her cleavage the second he had walked in the door, oh shit!

A voice thundered above his head, "I'd run and hide if I was you! You've got a few minutes whilst we deal with the rest of your gang outside, then Tabby will be coming to play! Oh, and if you decide to try to peek on me naked whilst in this form, I'll know about it and I'll burn your eyes out! Remember the three blind mice children's story? It wasn't!" Barbara finished coldly.

The mouse scurried off, looking for a mouse hole or somewhere he could hide from the cat once the two of them returned from whatever it was they were going to do outside. Outside? Could he get outside? Where would he go, would another family of mice take him in, or... 'What am I thinking? I can outwit a damn cat! I'm England's Most Wanted gang leader!'

Outside:

The four men left guarding the vans were getting concerned by now. The boss had never taken so long to secure such a small house before. But none of them wanted to be the one to go find out what was taking so long, he hated that sort of thing.

"Hey, lookie there, two babes in fancy dress heading our way," one driver said to his co-driver.

"Yeah, hey, they've come from the first house on the list! Pass the word to the others and get your guns out, we may need to stop 'em!" the other said as they got out to face the women.

The other two goons joined them as they saw the activity at the front van. Together they watched the women approach. It was dark, but there was enough light to see that as they drew nearer, their cloaks, or dresses or something, seemed to grow larger and larger. In the wind the cloaks flapped and grew bigger still, as if they were giant bat's wings. There was no wind! Yet the cloaks flapped as it there was, the cloaks took on a shiny PVC look, which grew and grew around the men and the vans, cutting out the light from the moon and the street lights until the darkness was everywhere and the men screamed as, for them, time stopped.

As the darkness lifted, the streetlights came back on, to show an empty street, quiet once more, no men, no women, no vans.

An hour or so later, there was a sharp rat-a-tat-tat on the door. The two beautiful witches opened the door, a steaming cauldron besides them glowing and casting strange lights all around. "Trick or Treat!" shouted a group of young boys and girls, all dressed in their Hallow'een costumes. There was a young Dracula, a couple of pretty witches, the girls having learnt that a nice witch costume often got an extra treat from this house. Plus a Spiderman and Hulk costume and one poor girl dressed in a pink rabbit costume.

Barbara did a double take at her, and the girl stared back at her and said, "Well, Anya looked really scary in hers!" as her chin started to quiver.

"Erm, yes, dear. Well, let's see what we can find for you, you all look so nice!"

By the end of the evening, all the children went home clutching a wonderful treat from the house on the corner. The girls all had dolls such as Hallow'een Barbie, a very limited edition indeed, the boys had either a limited edition Hallow'een Action Man (well, there were only two women in the gang) or a superb scale model of a removal truck, complete with miniature driver. Every time a child  had come, Tabitha or Barbara had put their hand in the steaming cauldron and finding one of the unshapen dolls, pulled out a Barbie or Action Man or Truck, whatever the child had really hoped for, deep in their hearts.

The only boy who went away even slightly disappointed was young Steve, he had asked for a cat, "Just like yours!" only to be told, "Perhaps not, mine can do some special jobs, erm, tricks. But we do have a stray kitten that I'm sure your parent's won't mind you looking after." No, they had not forgotten the thug trapped in the upstairs room that strictly speaking didn't exist, HE was the kitten, and SHE had been spayed!

The end, for this year!

(C) Petrajane 2003 Thanks Steve!

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