Catgirl Invasion! Trick-or-Cat Treat! (Food TF, Sextoy TF, Various Other TFs, RWBY, Konosuba, Hololive, Honkai: Star Rail, Xenoblade Chronicles, Freiren, Various Other Series) 

The closet curtain shook, producing faint rustling sounds. Rustlings and janglings and the swishing of hangers, and squeaks of pain from the person moving them as she bumped her head on the railing. “Ow, nya!” 

Outside, Princess Yuri sat with her hands on her knees, looking awkwardly from left to right and wondering if she was the only one getting impatient. In the seat next to her, Duchess Taberu stuffed another handful of candy into her mouth, while her sister Nomi flipped to the next page of her book. Seigu tapped her foot like a jackhammer, leaning an increasingly noticeable dent in the floor. Every few seconds, she flicked a glance at her holographic watch and rolled her eyes a little harder. Futanari, legs over the arm of her chair, stroked her shaft harder and harder, having long given into boredom. 

Behind them all, stars swept across the screen as the sleek black saucer slid through space, making the pumpkins vibrate with the purring of the engines. Panchira had made a genuine effort to decorate the bridge: there were fake cobwebs and jack-o’-lanterns everywhere, and even a punchbowl, which naturally had been spiked. Also, a menorah, but it was a spooky one, so they were giving her half a point for the effort.

Another ‘ow!’ came from the closet. Yuri bit her lip and wondered if she should say something. If this went on any longer, they’d be better off visiting the Retirement Homeworlds.

In the end, it was Panchira herself who broke the silence, poking her head out of the closet to glare at them. “Are nyou done nyet, nya?” 

“Nyou’re the one searching!” snapped Seigu. 

Panchira paled. “Oh, right. …I’m sorry, it’s just so dark in here. It’s so easy to get turned around, and–” 

“Just hurry up and give us our costumes!” said Seigu. 

With a huff, Panchira disappeared back into the closet, and the rustling and jangling and squeaks of pain resumed for several seconds. Finally, with a cry of triumph, the Viscountess emerged, holding in her hands an assortment of colorful Halloween costumes. “Ta-da!” she said, raising them like she’d done something impressive. “I’m sure nyou’ll all find something to wear among these, nya. I made them out of real trick-or-treaters!”

Yuri’s eyes instantly snapped to the cutest costume on offer: a skimpy dress with a short skirt and a pair of diaphanous wings. Springing out of her chair, she snatched it up and held it high, twirling in delight at the thought of how cute it would look on her. “Ah, I’m going to be the cutest fairy princess eeeeeever!”

“A fairy princess, huh?” said Taberu, mid-chew of a chocolate bar. “Personally, I think I’m going to go with the witch outfit. I’m in the mood for some baked goods, nyou know?” She plopped the pointy hat on her head. “What about nyou, Nomi?” 

“Hmm?” In her own chair, Nomi raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I won’t be wearing one. I could nyever be seen in something so ridiculous.” 

“Aren’t nyou already in costume?” said Yuri. “I thought nyou were meant to be a vampire.” 

Nomi’s deep red eyes flashed. “Nyo,” she said, gritting her teeth, “I am nyot in costume.” Her fangs sparkled, and her little bat wings flapped in fury. 

Swallowing, Yuri slid over to Seigu. “What about nyou, Seigu? What are nyou going to wear?” 

“I haven't decided nyet,” said the saibaneko, scanning the costumes with her swiveling eyes. “I’ve been looking to see if anyone’s performed a study on the efficacy of one type of costume vs. the next, but it doesn’t seem that anyone has yet. Perhaps I should do it myself. I already have a theory, as a matter of fact: if my suspicions are right, the most effective Halloween costume is the–” 

Yuri and Panchira shared a glance. “The robot,” they said, simultaneously. 

As Taberu strong-armed Seigu into the robot costume, Futanari examined the choices on display with a frown. “Agh, it’s so hard to decide, nya!” In the end, she picked the pink dress and cap of the slutty nurse’s costume. 

“Aren’t nyou taking the giant syringe too?” asked Yuri.

“Oh, I don’t nyeed the syringe,” said Futa, looking down. 

Yuri turned back to Panchira. “What about nyou, Panty? What are nyou going to wear?” 

“Hmm…?” She cocked her head, her furry black tail swishing. “Oh, I was planning to go as a witch, like Taberu.” 

Taberu stopped wrestling Seigu to look up. “Hey, hang on. We can’t both go as witches, nya! Pick something else!” 

Panchira folded her arms with a huff. “I don’t see why I should. There’s nyothing else that suits me.” 

As one, all their gazes slid to the clown costume. 

As the rest of them wrestled Panchira into its puffy pants and giant boots, the door of the bridge slid open with a swish, and into the room strode Queen Hentai, radiant God-Queen of the Bakeneko, the Most Beautiful and Desirable of All the Catgirls in the Realm, and, at this particular moment: absolutely naked. 

Unfortunately, no one was in much of a position to appreciate her at the moment. Striding unseen past the cloud of violence on the floor, she slipped into the closet without catching a single glance.

At last, the five of them released Panchira. “This is ridiculous!” she cried, pinching her big rubber nose with a squeak.

“Nyes, that’s the point of a clown,” said Nomi.

Yuri giggled. “Nyou look good in it, Panty!” she said, with the kind of weapons-grade innocence that cuts deeper than any insult.

Panchira simply grit her teeth and smoldered. 

The closet rustled, and the six of them turned to see Queen Hentai emerge, her curvaceous body covered in golden Egyptian-styled jewelry, a beautiful, bejewelled choker wrapped around her neck, while an Ankh-shaped staff glittered in her hand. 

Not that any of them noticed all of that, because it was the rest of her costume that really drew the eye: besides the jewels, Queen Hentai wore nothing more than a small hospital’s worth of long white bandages, wrapping tightly around her curves. Squeezed like a sponge, they spilled through the gaps in the fabric, which concealed just enough to entice the imagination and not a millimeter more.

“Oh, hey, Hentai,” said Taberu, “when did nyou get here?” 

“Nyou’re going as a mummy?” said Nomi, raising an eyebrow. 

“I thought it would be appropriate,” said the Queen, running a hand through her locks–she’d darkened her hair and her skin and given herself a pair of bright, cerulean eyes to complete the look. “I’m something of a mother figure after all, aren’t I?” 

“Breastfeed me,” said Yuri. “Let me suck on nyour nipples.” 

“Later.”

“So,” said Taberu, her stomach rumbling. “Are we ready to get started? Because if I don’t get some candy in me soon, I’m going to go on a rampage.” 

“Alright, alright, we’re going,” said Panchira, her giant shoes squeaking as she hurried to the controls. “Let’s see… Which world is first on the list?” She produced a crumpled piece of paper covered in scrawly handwriting and nodded and hummed and finally, with a big grin, grabbed the controls. “Alright…! Let’s go…!”

“Where to? The circus?” 

“Haha, very funny.” 

Her cartoonish glove made an amusing squeak when she punched ‘warp’.

**

It was a dark and stormy night. Or at least that was what Megumin assumed when a thunderous clamor crashed through the mansion and jerked her out of her beauty sleep. Heart pounding, she sat up and looked around. What was happening? Had Aqua upset another storm elemental?

The thunder came again, even louder this time. And as she sat there, sweating and listening, Megumin realized what she was actually hearing. 

Eeeeeh?! Why is someone knocking on the door at this hour?! 

She sat and waited for a moment, hoping someone else would answer the door for her or, failing that, that their would-be-guest would go away. What kind of person went knocking on doors at midnight, anyway? It better not be Yunyun begging for a place to sleep again! 

Finally, realizing A: that the mysterious knocker wasn’t going to go away, and B: that everyone else in the manor, especially Kazuma, was no doubt lying awake waiting for someone else to respond too, she decided she needed to be the adult again and do something. Throwing off the sheets, she leapt out of bed and marched for the door, yawning as she went. If it was Yunyun, she was going to beat her senseless. 

Downstairs, she approached the front door with a frown. The knocking had died down now, and for a moment she thought the people knocking had given up and left. But then, as if to dispel that very thought, it came again: a thunderous hammering, impossible to ignore. Hello, I’m still here! Don’t you dare ignore me! 

Grumbling, Megumin wrenched open the door. “What do you–?!” 

“Trick-or-treat!” cried the girls on the other side. 

Megumin froze, blinking in confusion. Before her stood seven young women not much older than herself, all dressed up as monsters. S-sexy monsters, she realized after a second: most of them were showing more skin than succubi. Even the clown managed to look lewd. 

“Trick-or-treat!” repeated the one in the lead, who was dressed as a fairy princess. The least wholesome fairy princess ever envisioned–Megumin had never seen such a short skirt. Belatedly, she realized the girl had a cat’s ears and tails too, both covered in soft green fur. They were all catfolk, actually. 

“What?” she said, having finally found the strength to talk. 

“Trick. Or. Treat,” said the fairy princess, as if explaining a difficult concept to a young child. 

“What does that even mean?!” said Megumin. “Who are you?!” 

“Ugh, it means nyou have to give us candy!” cried the clown, shoes squeaking furiously. 

“We’ll accept cash too,” said the robot.

“Candy?” said Megumin. They did have some candy, actually–coutesy of Aqua’s recent sweet tooth–but she wasn’t just going to hand it out like, uh– “Why should I?” 

The clown rolled her eyes. “Because if nyou don’t, we get to trick nyou, nya!” 

Megumin took a step back, feeling slightly sweaty now. “Are nyou blackmailing me?” 

“Essentially,” said the vampire. 

Megumin grabbed her staff from the umbrella stand and swung it at them threateningly. “Get lost!” she cried. “Go wake somebody else up!” She went to slam the door. 

Instead, it came to a stop a half foot from shut, blocked by the big, squeaky shoe caught between it and the frame. With menacing slowness, the clown pushed the door back open. “Give us a treat,” she said, her eyes tight and her voice low. “Or we’ll trick you.” 

Megumin felt a bead of sweat on her forehead. “Wh-what the hell does that mean?” 

The clown rolled her eyes. “Mom, nyou’re dense, nya. Should we explain, or should we just zap her?” 

The witch’s stomach rumbled in what seemed to be an answer.

“By all means,” said the clown, with a shrug. “Have your way with her.” 

As the clown stepped aside, the witch strode forward, forcing the door open with her boot. She was well-endowed even compared to the others, with a figure that shamed even Darkness’s: her bust spilled out of her corset, her butt was scarcely concealed by her skirt, and her plump muffin top of a gut jiggled with every step she took forward. 

Leaning in, she looked Megumin up and down and licked her lips. “Mmm~, I can already tell I’m going to enjoy nyou, nya.” Her hair was an oily blonde, like molten cheese, and even as Megumin watched, a thick glob of it fell and struck the floor with a splot. 

Megumin stumbled back, her courage leaking out of her boots. “K-Kazuma! Kazuma! Kazu–!” 

Zzzzap! 

The spell struck her before she’d even realized it had been cast, grounding itself in her temple and leaving her squealing as it coursed down to her feet. Her eyes wide and her mouth open, she spluttered, gasping and struggling to speak. 

With a flicker and a flash, her PJs caught flame and ignited, instantly exposing her fear-slickened body. She screamed and struggled to cover herself, but her arms and legs refused to allow her. Moving on their own, her legs snapped wide apart, freeing her sex to leak all over the floorboards, and her hands flew up, fingers spread in wide Vs. In the process, her staff fell from her hands, but before it could strike the floor, it turned bright white and thinned and, curving like a snake, slammed straight into her sex, lifting her off the floor with the force of the impact. Megumin screamed as it wiggled its way inside her, instantly flooding her with a tidal wave of delight. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out. She squirmed, sweating and squeaking on the spear, her ecstasy rising to greater and greater heights with each second, until at last–

As she came, her skin flashed and turned to harsh red candy, cutting her cries off without fanfare.

For a second, she could only stand there, balanced on her staff and moaning in the ecstacy of her endless, frozen afterglow. She’d never felt anything so incredible in her life. 

And then, just that, she shrank. To a tenth, no, a twentieth, of her former height, if that. And in the process her pleasure, already incredible, was compacted, crushed to even greater densities of delight. She screamed and screamed, and screamed and screamed, losing her mind to the endless, incomparable ecstasy of it. 

The shadow of a giant loomed over her. Snatching her out of the air before she could strike the floor, the witch raised her to her face and licked her lips in amusement. “Mmm~, nyou look even tastier than I expected, nya.” 

Her tongue slid over Megumin’s front, catching her cheek and her nipples and her hard, red new cunt. The pleasure it brought her couldn’t have been greater. Nnnn~! Nnnnnnn! Oh! Oh! Kazuma! Kazuma, I– NNNNNNNN!

Opening wide, the witch slipped her into her mouth, smacked her lips, and started to suck.

**

Casting the lollipop’s stick aside without a thought, Taberu dropped to her feet and sniffed like a bloodhound. There were at least two other tasty little treats left in the house, and one of them was approaching her right now, the steps creaking under her approach.

“M-Megumin?” said the bleary-eyed blonde on the stairs, her brain radiating concern. “Is everything okay? I thought I heard–” 

Turning, she caught sight of them all and froze with a gasp, her eyes widening. And her nipples hardening, more curiously. “Wh-who are–?” 

“Trick-or-treat!” yelled Yuri, throwing up her arms. 

“I think it’s a little late for that nyow,” said Nomi. “We’ve already eaten one of them. Just zap her.” 

The blonde on the stairs trembled in horror. “E-eaten? What are you–?” 

With a grin, Taberu flicked her pointer, wrapped the blonde in a beam of pink light, and dragged her frozen across the room. Planting her on her knees in front of them, she leaned in and sniffed. “Any suggestions, nya?” 

Futanari’s cock landed on the blonde’s shoulder with a smack. “I have a… few ideas…” she said, drooling from two holes at once. 

Taberu pushed her away. “Oh nyo, I know nyou. Once nyou get started, nyou won’t be able to stop. Hold it in a little longer.” Futa pouted.

“Chocolate!” cried Yuri, practically bouncing on the spot. “Make her into chocolate!” 

“Chocolate it is,” said Taberu, licking her lips. And with a twist of her pen and a zap–!

The blonde screamed as she snapped straight, her legs crashing together with a meaty smack from her thighs while her arm followed them only a second later, striking her sides with a loud slap. Her pajamas shriveled like leaves under a flame and turned to ash, falling from her figure in a shower of fine powder. And it was a figure–she was almost as well endowed as some of them. Futa couldn’t resist the urge to jerk to her.

Nomi sniffed the blonde’s hair. “Is she actually getting off to this, nya?” 

Another twist of the pen, and the blonde’s moans of pleasure cut out abruptly as her skin turned to smooth, dark chocolate, rich and slick. Her expression froze, but her pussy continued to drip all over the carpet. Sticking a finger up it, Yuri pulled it free and licked it. “Ooo, caramel!” 

Finally, with a crunch of collapsing matter, the blonde shrank to a size more befitting her new form, leaving Yuri to snatch her up before she could hit the floor. Holding her tight, she rubbed a breast with her finger, enjoying the moans of pleasure emanating from the bar–Nomi had been right: she really was getting off to it. Even more than their normal victims.

With a smirk, Yuri bit her head off. It only made the blonde’s screams even louder.

By now, two more of the house’s occupants had appeared on the stairs, looking comically unthreatening in their nightwear. “Hey! Who are you?!” cried the blue-haired one. “Kazuma! Do something! We’ve got intruders!” 

Her partner didn’t get chance to respond before Taberu flicked her wand and caught them. Dragging them across the room, she planted the pair in front of them, and they’d barely arrived than Futa slipped her cock between the blue-haired girl’s thighs, earning a psychic squeal of terror from her. “Please let me turn her into a condom, nya. Look, she’s so perfect for it!”

“Can nyou please keep it in nyour pants, Futa? We’ve only just started!” 

“Urrrrrgggghh!” 

Taberu turned to her sister, who was looking particularly thirsty. “What about nyou, Nomi? Anything nyou’d like, nya?” 

“Hmmm…” Nomi cocked her head and licked her fangs. “There is one thing…” She leaned in and whispered something to Taberu, who laughed. Seeing the way they were looking at her, the blue-haired girl trembled.

“Okay, I think I can do that,” said Taberu, raising her pointer. “Here goes~.” And with a flick of the wrist and a zap…! 

“Nnnn! Ah! Ah!” As Miss Bluehair moaned in pleasure, her gut swelled, pumped as full as a water balloon on the tap and growing fatter and rounder with every passing second. “Nnn~! Nnn! Ooooh…!” 

As she grew, the blue of Miss Bluehair’s hair flowed downward her face and her neck and from there across the rest of her, turning the entirety of her body the same bright azure. And still she continued to grow, swelling and swelling, her stomach bloating till it spread her arms and lifted her boobs. She moaned, huskily now, as her neck and her cheeks pumped up like the rest of her. Her hands and feet flapped till they were swallowed by the orbs of her limbs, and at last–

By the time she stopped growing, she’d become a great blue balloon as tall as the ceiling. For a second, she sat there squirming, her skin squeaking with the strain of holding in so much air. And then, without further fanfare: 

BANG. She popped, just like the balloon she’d become. Her scraps went everywhere.

Even as Yuri peeled one off her face, the gooey pieces of gum took flight. Swirling into a point, they squeezed themselves tight, compressing themselves into a small blue, and hypererogenous ball–Yuri could hear it moaning inside from several meters away. 

Taberu flicked it to Nomi, who caught it and plopped it into her mouth. “Mmm~, blueberry.” 

“Oh, come on, nyou’re giving us both blue balls,” said Futa. “Can I at least have this one?” she asked, appearing behind the boy. 

Taberu rolled her eyes. “Knock nyourself out, nya.” 

**

After finishing with the mansion, the seven of them headed into the nearby city, where Futanari got to empty her balls several times over, not least in a curvy woman in purple. She wasn’t the only one slaking her thirst: Nomi got her fangs into several of the locals too, among them a red-eyed girl with a pair of giant boobs, though they looked considerably flatter once she’d shriveled into a skinsack. Nomi wore her for the rest of the evening, using her hypnotic eyes in combination with her guise to send anyone she encountered in the direction of her siblings. It was a surprising number, given the time; half of the town’s men seemed to be out on the streets. She also caught a silver-haired thief, who she wasted no time in sending straight into the paws of Queen Hentai. What the queen actually did with her, Nomi couldn’t tell, but it involved a lot of schluping and squelching sounds.

Having grown bored with the rural fare on offer in the hinterlands, they soon headed to the largest city they could find, an enormous walled metropolis that was presumably the capital, and went door-to-door, sniffing out the tastiest prey they could find. Seigu ended up in the palace itself, marching casually through the corridors and turning anyone she found into sextoys. Her prize of the night was a trio of girls she found alone in a regal bedroom, whom she zapped into fleshlights and tossed straight to Futanari. By the time she was done, not a single one remained intact. 

Afterward, they met on a bench in the town square and sat and watched as the city burned around them. 

“So, where nyext, Panty?” asked Yuri, leaning forward in excitement. 

“Somewhere a little closer to home,” said the Viscountess, holding up the itinerary. “We’re nyot the only ones celebrating Halloween, nyou know.” 

**

The Halloween concert ended with a bang: the thunderous roar of a thousand clapping hands. With one last bow and a few final words, Holomyth and the rest of them filtered off the stage, talking and laughing about how it had gone as they went, before splitting off and heading to their own individual dressing rooms. Closing the door of her own behind her, Ina fell back against it with a sigh of relief and lay there with her eyes shut, just catching her breath. Her legs and her throat felt like they were going to fall to pieces. 

Just as she was about to get undressed, she heard a harsh rapping on her door, as if someone desperately needed her. Only, there was no shout of ‘Ina!’ or any other sign of desperation. Frowning, she turned and grabbed the handle. She hoped it wasn’t an overenthusiastic fan or anything like that…

When she opened the door, she found herself face-to-face with what looked like another group of idols: six girls–no, seven–all cat-eared and -tailed and dressed in slutty Halloween costumes. Was that the new gen’s theme? Slutty Halloween catgirls? It seemed a little random to her, but she guessed it would appeal to their audience. 

“Trick-or-treat!” cried the fairy princess in the lead, holding up a bucket. 

Ina stared at her, blinking. “Excuse me?” 

“Trick-or-treat,” repeated the fairy, with slightly less enthusiasm. 

“O-oh!” said Ina. “Right. I guess that is… a thing that could happen here. Um, aren’t you a little old for trick-or-treaters though?” 

“Actually, I’m only two years old,” said the fairy princess.

“Oh, okay,” said Ina, who decided she couldn’t possibly have heard what she thought she’d heard. “Um, okay. Look, I’m really sorry, but I don’t have any candy on me. Just clothes and make-up. You can have some of my lipstick though, if you like?” She held it up with a laugh. 

The fairy princess turned back to the others with a frown. “Does that count, nya? Are we allowed to accept lipstick and stuff?” 

“I don’t think so,” said the curvy, blonde-haired witch, for reasons that, based on the size of her chub, were probably pretty obvious. “Nyour candy or nyour life! Oh, hey, I should have come as a cowboy! Then nyou could have been the witch, Panty.” 

“Don’t spoil her fun,” said the vampire. “She’s never been so perfectly costumed.” The clown tried to strangle her. 

“Hmm,” said the fairy princess, turning back. “I guess it doesn’t count, nya. Sorry, but I think that means we’ve got to trick nyou.” 

Ina laughed–she couldn’t help it. “Are nyou going to TP my dressing room?” 

“I’m going to cover it in something white,” said the slutty nurse, who seemed to have stuffed a banana down her skirt. Ina, flummoxed, took a half-step backward. 

“What do nyou guys think?” said the fairy princess. “More candy?” 

“Mom nyeah!” cried the witch, stepping forward. “Nyou know what I’m really in the mood for?” 

“What’s that, Tabby?” 

The witch chuckled. “Takoyaki.” 

Ina, who had no idea what they were talking about, took another half-step into the dressing room, wondering whether she should slam the door in the faces. “Wh-what do you mean?” she asked, unable to stop herself. 

With a lick of the lips, the witch reached into her tits, and with a plop, extracted a thin yellow rod like a child’s magic wand. “Nyou’ll see, nya.” 

Ina barely managed to raise her hands before the bolt of its lightning struck her, slamming into her gut and throwing her into the air with a cry of surprise. “Wh-what’s–!” 

Before she could say anything else, her costume started glistening like a candle under the flame, and, in a single sudden motion, ran upward, flowing from her flesh into a river of liquid cloth and pooling above her in a thick ball, faintly fizzling. She squealed and struggled to cover herself–her skin glimmered in the light of the witch’s wand, varnished in pink. 

As she struggled, pleading desperately for the witch to stop, the spell suddenly seized her spine and bent her forward, curling her arms and legs around her. She squealed even harder, or tried to, anyway: now the magic had its grip on her mouth, and with every second, it forced her jaw a little tighter. Soon, she could barely make a squeak. 

Back on the floor, the witch licked her lips. She gave her wand a twist. 

Ina gasped as her tentacles snapped straight. For an instant they stood upright, erect as any penis, and shivered as if they’d been electrocuted. Then, like her arms and legs before them, they curled back and wrapped around her, tying themselves into a tight, purple knot. Ina squirmed as they squeezed her body even harder. “Mmmphf! Mmmphf!” 

“Now for the batter,” said the witch, giving her wand a little wiggle. 

With a splat, something landed on Ina’s back. Something hot, almost painfully. Squeaking, she struggled to look up and found her clothes gone, the ball of liquid fabric replaced by a sphere of bubbling batter. 

With another splat, a second drop landed on her. She squealed and squirmed even harder. 

Over the span of the next half a minute, Ina’s former clothes poured back onto her, running down the crook of her back, and from there, all over her. She moaned, writhing inside them, as the heat of the batter washed through her, reaching her core and threatening to cook her. Sweat lathered her skin. Panting, she struggled to breathe.

Humming now, the catgirl flicked her wand and flipped her over, allowing the last of the batter to pour over her front. As it washed over her face, Ina managed one last thrash of terror, and with that, everything became very dark and very hot. She whimpered. 

Just as she thought things couldn’t get any worse, she felt an awful, crushing pressure coming at her from all angles. Inside, she screamed as it smushed her, squeezed her warped, battered body into a tiny, uniform mass, like a clump of dough. With every inch she lost, the heat and the pleasure seemed to grow greater, and by the time it finally stopped, she felt so hot, so erogenous, it was like she was on fire. She couldn’t move, couldn’t move at all, but if she’d still had fingers, she would have forced them inside her.  

Finally, the pressure ceased, and gravity reasserted itself. As Ina screamed at the vertigo, another giant hand grabbed her–this one pinched her, like a gigantic pincer, and where its fingers dug into her, she could only scream and whine in pleasure. She felt so taut she wanted to burst.

“Ta-da!” came the witch’s voice, slightly muffled. “One takoyaki, nya.” 

“Hey, that’s nyot a Halloween food!” said the fairy princess. 

“Eh, who cares? She’s an octopus, right?” 

Ina found herself flung forward, out of the catgirl’s hand and into somewhere dark and wet and smelly. Bouncing off the soft if very coarse surface of its floor, she came to a stop resting against something hard and very sharp, like a spiked metal fence. She wanted to scream as it dug into her sides.

Something lashed at her, something thick and harsh in texture. And wet, so wet it lathered her and left her dripping even as it bounced her about. Flung to the side, she came to a stop on the strange fence thing, and just like that, another pinched her from above, threatening to crush her like a finger in a vice. 

Ina had just enough time to realize they were teeth. With that, they started chewing, churning her body and her mind into so much shapeless matter.

*

Swallowing, Taberu rubbed her belly with a sigh. “Nyaaaaah, that was good, nya.” 

“Nyeah, nyeah, good for nyou,” said Futanari, folding her arms. “How come nyou’re the only one who gets to sate their urges though? We’ve all got nyeeds here, nya!” As if to emphasise her point, her penis squirted a fat glob of semen over Panchira’s shoes. 

“Don’t worry, Futa,” said Yuri, taking her hand. “We’ll find nyou a nyice tight hole straight away. “Look, I’m sure there’s one right here!” Dragging her to the next dressing room in line, she knocked on the door and stood waiting, grinning.

It opened slowly, reaching a short young woman with white hair and a shark-tail. “H-huh? What–? Who–?” 

“Trick-or–!” 

Yuri didn’t even manage to finish before Futa pulled out her pointer. With an earsplitting zap, its beam struck the sharkgirl in the gut and doubled her over. And over, and over, and over, folding her like a piece of paper, till she’d been reduced to no more than a couple of inches in size. When Futa lowered her pen, the girl struck the ground as a small blue square of plastic. 

“Futa!” cried Yuri, standing on her tiptoes in her fury. “Nyou can’t just zap them, nya! Nyou have to give them a chance to offer nyou a treat!” 

“Are nyou saying I should have asked her to suck me off?” said Futa, stooping to pick the little square of plastic up. 

“Nyes!” 

“But nyou know she would have said nyo, right?” 

“That’s nyot the point!” said Yuri. “Nyou have to give them the choice, nya!” 

“Alright, alright,” said Futanari, scowling in annoyance. “I’ll ask the nyext one, I promise.” And with that, she ripped the packet open, forced the condom down her shaft, and started to stroke herself. “Oh nyeah.” 

Yuri huffed. Although the sharkgirl’s silent moans of pleasure were pretty fun to listen to.

Leaving Futa to enjoy herself, she joined Panty at the next door in the line. “Nyou understand why we have to ask them before we zap them right, don’t nyou, Panty?” 

Panchira, who’d been about to knock, stopped to look at her curiously. “Obviously,” she said. “If we just zap them outright, it’s nyo different to any nyormal hunt. Given them the choice adds an element of chance to it. Like… like giving nyour prey an extra ten minutes head start, nya.” 

“Urrrgh!” Yuri clasped her face. “That’s nyot the reason either, nya!” 

“Then what is the reason?” said Panty. 

“It’s–” Yuri opened her mouth and promptly realized she didn’t know. “It’s–it’s tradition! It’s part of the spirit of it!”

“Uh huh,” said Panchira. “I’ll keep that in mind.” And with that, she raised one of her giant clown shoes and kicked Amelia Watson’s door down. “Trick-or-treat!” 

“Wh-what?!” cried the terrified detective, who’d been in the middle of changing her underwear. 

“That’s nyot candy!” said Panchira, twirling her pen around her comical clown fingers. “Zap! Zap! Zap!” 

“Nyoooooo!” wailed Yuri. 

With a flash and a crack, the detective shot into the air, her arms curling forward to form a ring, while her legs bent upward and joined them, fingers melding with her feet. Squealing, she shrivelled and melted, from flesh to something infinitely more pliable, and shriveled till she was little more than a scrap of particularly soft skin. 

Bending down, Panchira picked the panties up and twirled them around her fingers. “Ta-da! That’s anyother point to Panchira!” 

“We’re nyot competing, nya!” 

A little farther down the hall, Nomi rapped quite politely on the door of Takanashi Kiara. “Excuse me, is Miss Takanashi present?” 

The door opened, and a redhead poked her redheaded head out. “...Can I help you?” 

“Nyes,” said Nomi, and her deep scarlet eyes flashed. Kiara’s flashed too, mirroring them perfectly, and in a daze she stumbled forward, straight into Nomi’s grip. 

Licking her lips, Nomi bared her fangs and went for the jugular. 

“Nomi!” cried Yuri. “Nyou didn’t say trick-or-treat!” 

Nomi paused, her fangs a millimeter from Kiara’s neck. “Yes, and?” 

“It’s tradition!” said Yuri. 

Nomi rolled her eyes. “Oh, very well. Nyou,” she said, pushing Kiara back onto her feet. “Trick-or-trick.” 

“Ask her to give nyou candy,” said Yuri, her hands on her hips. 

Nomi’s sigh couldn’t have been deeper. “Give me nyour candy.” 

“Yes, Mistress…” Eyes spinning, Kiara stood, marched back into her dressing room, and emerged with a large sack of candy, which she dumped in Nomi’s hands. 

“Oh,” said Nomi. “I didn’t expect– …Nyow what?” 

“I think that’s it,” said Yuri. “She gave nyou candy, so nyou have to leave nyow.” 

Nomi scratched her chin, looking conflicted. “I’d rather nyot.” And without further fanfare, she pulled out her pointer and zapped her anyway. 

“Noooooomiiiiii!” 

Flung into the air, Kiara raised her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around, and promptly crinkled like a juice carton. Which was appropriate, because–

Snatching the juice box out of the air, Nomi raised it to her lips. “Mmm~, orange.”

With a final groan, Yuri hurried past her to the last door on the corridor, where a boxy blue robot looked like she was figuring out how to knock. “Seigu, nyou understand why nyou have to say trick-or-treat, right?” 

“Obviously,” said Seigu. “It’s a matter of tradition.” 

“Exactly!” said Yuri, beaming. Just as suddenly as it had formed, her smile collapsed. She leaned in, eyes flicking around conspiratorially. “...What does that mean, nya?” 

Seigu sighed. The voice changer in her costume’s head made it come out all staticky. “It means it’s a confluence of random cultural factors, some political, some religious, some geographical. Combined with linguistic drift over time and various other influences.” She paused. “Essentially, it’s completely meaningless.” 

“Meaningless?” said Yuri, eyes wide and full of tears.

“I’m sorry, what did nyou expect, nya? For me to show nyou the Halloween particle?” She paused, rubbing her chin in thought. “Actually, that’s an interesting thought experiment. Seasonal festivals as excitations of a quantum field. What would the gauge boson be? The Partyon?” 

“Urgh!” With a groan of despair, Yuri kicked the final door down. “Trick-or-treat!” she cried, though she didn’t sound quite as passionate anymore. 

The woman on the other side more than made up for it though. “What the fuck?!” cried the pink-haired grim reaper. “What the fuck are you doing?” 

“Oh, look! It’s anyother trick-or-treater!” said Yuri, instantly restored to happiness. “I like nyour costume, nya! Is that a real scythe? Did nyou get a lot of candy?” 

A juicebolt sailed screeching over her shoulder and struck the reaper in the tits. With a high-pitched squeal, she shot into the air, snapped straight as a rod, and started to spin as if she were on a turntable. Picking up speed with the second, she blurred, becoming an incomprehensible whirl of colors, and as she continued to turn, changed color, the black of her clothes seeping away like ink underwater, while the pink of her head spread downward, coating everything.

Finally, Seigu lowered her pen, and the beam cut out. All that remained of the former reaper was a thick pink dildo, twelve inches tall and a good three inches wide. Her terrified face could be seen on the tip, etched into the plastic. 

“Seigu!” cried Yuri. “I was speaking to her!” 

Picking it up, Seigu stuck it down Yuri’s throat. 

*

Having finished with one corridor’s worth of dressing rooms, the seven of them split apart and set off through the building, casually picking off one conveniently packaged idol after another.

Yuri took an entire corridor for herself, and zapped everyone on it into busty little succplants to help Futa with her urges. By the time she was done, she had five: three brunette, one blue, and one pink, but when she went to search for her fellow princess, she found Futa had beaten her to the pump: she had a whole line of sexdolls laid out and ready to use. One had antlers, another mouse ears, and a third had a weird clock-thing that spun as Futa slammed into her mouth.

Finally, having run out of doors to knock and girls to zap and, frankly, their patience, they retreated to the venue’s entrance, where Queen Hentai was amusing herself by zapping random passersby into poop. 

“So, where nyext on the list, Panty?” 

“Space!” said Panchira, throwing her arms high. 

“That’s nyot very specific, nya.” 

**

Hyacine winced as she fought her way through the crowd, struggling to slip between the tightly-packed bodies. “St-Stelle! Stelle!” The concert hadn’t just sold out; it seemed to be sharing space with another show. There were so many people crammed into the arena you could have walked from one side to the other by stepping from head to head. “Stelle!”

The Trailblazer turned to her with a look of delight. “_______!” she called. “_______!”

“I didn’t know you were going to be here,” said Hyacine, pulling her into a hug. “Did you come to see the show as well?” 

Just as Stelle was about to respond with another of her classic witty rejoiners, the stage  curtains flew open, and her mouth dropped in horror instead.

“Hi, everyone!” cried the figure on the stage. “I bet you weren’t expecting to see me, were you? That’s right, it’s meeeeeee! The amazing…”

“…Spaaaaaarkle!” A row of fireworks went off behind the Masked Fool’s head.

As the crowd gasped in shock, she grabbed the microphone and leaned in, grinning madly. “And I’ve got an equally amazing treat in store for you tonight!” She snapped, and a hatch opened in the center of the stage, releasing thick clouds of mist. “Hold tight, and prepare to have your socks blown off–literally!–because I’ve prepared the galaxy’s largest, most incredible, awe-inspiring, mind-meltingly a-ma-zing…” She froze, blinking in confusion, as the platform finally reached the stage. “Who the hell are you?!” 

“Trick-or-treat!” cried the new arrival, the wings of her fairy princess costume shaking. “Does a trapdoor still count as a door, nya? I know it’s not exactly the same, but I still knocked, and that’s what matters, right?” She looked at Sparkle imploringly. 

Back on the ground, Hyacine and Stelle stared at the stage in growing confusion. What were they even watching? A double hijacking? “Sh-should we do something?” said Hyacine. 

“____!” said Stelle. “____!” 

On the stage, the catgirl in the nurse’s uniform had drawn a thin pink rod, like a witch’s wand or an instructor’s stick, and with a flick of her wrist, zapped Sparkle with a bolt of bright pink lightning. The Masked Fool screamed, screamed and started to bubble, her scarlet dress igniting in a flash of peach flame while the skin beneath it frothed like water on the boil. As she writhed, her eyes rolling back in terror, her limbs melted away and collapsed into her torso, though their vanishing mass seemed to be inherited elsewhere: with a giant squeak, her boobs and her thighs bloated, grown fat and jiggly. Her eyes shaking, she squealed in pleasure, and with that, she turned a slick red all over and shrank to the size of a tin can. When she struck the floor, she made a sad squeaking sound. 

She squeaked even louder when the nurse cat picked her up and slammed her onto her penis though. Like a battering ram, it bludgeoned straight through her, warping her little body around it and popping out of her mouth. Precum went everywhere, especially when the catgirl started pumping. 

Hyacine didn’t have time to linger on this awful scene any longer, however, because even as the nurse sated her appetites with Sparkle, the other catgirls were turning their attention to the crowd. With flashes and crackles, bolts of fizzling pink light flew from their wands and into the spectators, making their bodies flare for the briefest instant before they collapsed into inanimate objects as well. She saw food and drinks, clothing and toys, plants of every variety. Oh, and fertilizer. Thick, steaming mounds of fertilizer. 

She opened her mouth and immediately closed it, unsure what to say. What was happening?! “We have to do something!” she finally cried. 

“_______!” agreed Stelle. 

As one, they rushed towards the stage, ready to fight. But before they could reach it–

With a splat like a ball of dough striking a wall, something slammed into Hyacine’s face and bowled her over, sending her rolling through the growing pile of candy and clothes. Landing with an ‘oof’ on her back, she looked up to see a massive pair of boobs dangling over her. “Hi!” said the catgirl in the fairy dress. “Trick-or-treat, nya!” 

“T-treat-or-treat?!” 

The catgirl blinked. “Oh, er…” Looking around, she snatched up some candy corn and happily pressed it into Hyacine’s hands. “Happy Halloween!” 

“Happy Halloween…?” said Hyacine.

For several seconds, the two simply stared at each other. 

Finally, the catgirl leaned in. “Nyou’ve still gotta give me candy, nya.” She leant back and waited expectantly. 

“O-oh. Okay,” said Hyacine. And after a moment of pause, she pressed the candy corn back into the fairy’s hands. 

For several seconds more, the two simply stared at each other. 

Nearby, Stelle gave a sudden scream. Hyacine jerked her head just in time to see her struck by a beam. “No!”

“____~!” With a high-pitched moan, Stelle snapped straight and shuddered, her body shaking and trembling as the clothes around it caught flame. For a second or two, her naked body hovered unmoving in the air, and then, just as suddenly as it had left the ground, her legs jerked back at an unnatural angle, her feet clapped together behind her butt, and her arms flew over her shoulders to meet up with them. A second later, she simply crumpled like a can, her head crushed into her neck and her stomach and hips into her chest, while her arms and legs thinned till they were barely thicker than a pencil. Her boobs, on the other hand, did the opposite: as Hyacine stared in horror, they swelled fast, growing larger and larger, until–

Finally, her engorged bust collapsed, instantly flattened, just like the rest of her altered body. What was left no longer resembled a human being: in fact, it resembled nothing more than a bra in the grey and gold of Stelle’s outfit. And with that, it dropped, falling sadly to the floor, where it lay among the detritus of the crowd, just one random inanimate object among a thousand. Hyacine could only whimper in terror. 

Just as Hyacine thought things couldn’t get any worse, another catgirl appeared: the robot. “Yuri, what are nyou doing, nya?” 

“Huh? Oh, I guess I got kinda distracted, nya.” 

“Well hurry up and finish her off. Or would nyou like me to do it for nyou?” 

“Oh, please! I always love watching nyou work!” 

The robot rolled her lenses. “Alright,” she said, raising her slim blue wand. “Let’s see…” She raised her hand, and in it: her own little blue wand. It looked a little awkward poking out of the sleeve of her costume.

Hyacine squirmed, struggling to pull free. “W-wait! Please, you can’t–!” 

The beam struck her in the gut, forcing a gasp from her mouth like a punch to the stomach. Just as suddenly as she’d snapped upright, however, she snapped back, forced rigid as an iron rod as electrical ecstasy, hot as anything, surged up and down her nerves and left her spluttering. 

As the catgirl in the princess costume hopped off of her, a terrible pressure formed in Hyacine’s gut and spread rapidly through the rest of her, making her squeak as her skin stretched painfully taut. Lying there, her heart pounding and her teeth chattering, she watched in terror as her body turned glossier and glossier. It spread like a spill, starting from her chest and washing outward, a puddle of varnish coating her entire body. Where it spread, movement became harder if not impossible. 

Together, the glossiness and the sense of tautness spread down her arms, and as it reached her digits, they popped, bursting instantly into five fat sausages of plastic, plump and thick, like cartoon mittens. All she could do was stare in shock. 

With a boing!, her chest exploded, blown instantly to twice its size. It should have torn straight through her top, but instead her outfit clung to it, stretched with it, become just as plasticky as her skirt. 

With another boing!, her buttcheeks bloated as well, bouncing her off the ground and making her skirt flap and ripple around them.

“Mmmphf!” Even as the pleasure of her new assets surged through her, wrenching a scream from her lips and making her whimper, Hyacine found it increasingly difficult to speak. By now the lacquer had reached her chin, and as it spread up onto her face, it made her tingle like she was being pricked with a thousand needles. The farther it spread, the lighter-headed she felt, till soon she could barely think at all. All she could do was lie there and moan, and soon, she couldn’t even do that either: her lips, lacquered and bright, finally spread into a big crescent grin and froze that way. 

Now a thread of tingling swept down her form, as if someone had taken their nail and were dragging it along her. Starting at her crown, it swept down her left, down her neck, down her arm, back up through her armpit and down her torso to her hips, where it down her left leg and back up inside it, giving her a moment of intense pleasure as it touched her vagina. This achieved, it swept on, mirroring its progress on its way back to her crown. By the time it finally reached it, she was spluttering inside.

Her nipples, already harder than ever, strained through the plastic of her top till she was certain they’d tear through it. Then, with a pair of giant pops, her nipples were gone, replaced by strange, see-through lumps. It took her a second to recognize them as nozzles. 

With a sproing, handles appeared on her arms, and with that, the beam cut off–the robot lowered her wand. “There,” she said, sounding unenthused. 

“Wow, I didn’t know nyou were into pooltoys,” said the princess. 

“Nyormally I’m nyot, but I’m trying to stretch myself a little tonight.” 

Giggling, the fairy threw herself onto Hyacine, grabbing her handles and bouncing on her belly. Hyacine’s plastic new skin squeaked as if it would burst at any second.

Nnnn~! Stop! Stooooop! Please, get off me! You’re making me feel–ooooooh!

*

Having successfully finished off everyone at the concert, the seven of them spread out, searching for more interesting targets. And it didn’t take long to find them: the world of Penacony was just full of interesting people, among them a pink-haired girl in a short blue dress, who Seigu pumped into an inflatable doll and wasted no time in testing. Then there was the red-haired scientist that Nomi took a liking to, melting her into a bottle of wine and spending almost half-an-hour savoring it. Then there was the schoolgirl with the green hair and the mech, who Tabby caught: she made her into a bar of mint chocolate and ate her feet first, enjoying every wail and scream. Or the woman with the strings that Futa made into a condom.

By the time they were done, the artificial planet had considerably more candy and decorations and yet, somehow, was quite a lot less festive.

**

Nia had just started to fall asleep when the knocking started. 

Lifting her head from Pyra’s shoulder, she rubbed her eyes and groaned, her ears twitching at the sound. Ugh, why did someone have to knock now? She’d just gotten comfy. 

“Go back to sleep,” said Pyra. “It’s probably just another cold caller.” She and Mythra were sitting beside her in their pajamas, flipping through the pages of a novel and snacking on a bowl of cloud sea crab sticks, respectively. 

“What if it’s Rex?” asked Nia, rubbing a little sleep out of her eyes. 

“He’s said he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow,” said Mythra, plopping another crab stick into her mouth. “Still, we probably shouldn’t leave it…” 

The knocking came again, even more insistent than the first time around. The three of them shared a look. 

“Fine,” said Nia, at least. “I’ll guess I’ll answer it, seeing as I’m awake now.” 

“Thank you, Nia,” said Pyra, with obvious relief.

“Ask them what time they think it is,” said Mythra, stuffing another crab stick into her mouth and biting with a crunch. 

“Oh, I will,” said Nia, throwing herself off the couch. Smoothing down her pajamas, she double-checked to make sure she was decent and, still yawning, made her way to the door, where the rapping was only becoming more insistent. “Alright, alright,” she said, grabbing the handle. “I’m here. I–”

“Trick-or-treat!” 

Nia froze, blinking. 

Before her stood a young Gormotti like herself, her furry green tail swishing playfully. She wore a tight dress–a really tight dress–with a pair of fairy wings stuck to its back. It looked like a fancy dress costume. An erotic fancy dress costume.

Another Gormotti stood at her side, and this one was even stranger than the first: taller by a head, and wider by at least that much as well, especially around the curves, which seemed to be seconds away from tearing out of her skimpy purple witch’s outfit. Stranger still was her hair, which appeared to be a liquid: even as Nia watched in disbelief, a thick glob of the stuff dripped from her forehead and landed with a splat in her cleavage. 

“H-hi?” said Nia, looking left and right. What had they said? She’d been too stunned to hear it. 

“Give us candy or we’ll eat nyou!” said the witch. 

“What?” said Nia. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

“It’s Halloween!” said the fairy. “We’re trick-or-treaters! So nyou have to give us candy or we’ll play a trick on nyou! (Which may or may nyot involve eating nyou, nya.)” 

“Trick-or-treaters…?” said Nia. Ugh, she really wished she hadn’t gotten up for this. “Don’t nyou guys know what time it is?” 

“It’s Halloween time. I just said that, nya.” 

“Are nyou going to give us candy or nyot?” asked the witch. 

Nia grit her teeth. What the hell was she doing here? “I’m not giving you candy!” she cried. “Why the hell would I give you candy?!” 

“It’s Halloween!” 

“I don’t know what that means!” 

“Nyou don’t know what it means?!” The princess turned to the witch. “Nyow what, nya? Should we explain?” 

The witch looked at her like she was an idiot. “I have a slightly better idea.” She whispered something in the fairy’s furry ear. 

“Oooo! That’s a great idea, nya!” 

And as Nia watched, too stunned to properly react, the fairy slipped her hand into her cleavage and pulled out a thin green wand, which she twirled around her finger. “Saaaaaaaaaay ‘pumpkin’, nya!” 

“P-Pumpkin?” And before she could say anything else: lightning struck. A vivid pink bolt of it, slung from the tip of the catgirl’s wand and slammed straight into her head, as if she were a lightning rod. Screaming, Nia jerked and shook, her hair standing on end and her teeth chattering. “Wh-what are–?!” 

Blorp! She gasped as her belly burst out of her PJs, as fat and round as if it were holding triplets. The pressure of whatever filled it made her want to fall to her knees and throw up–she’d never felt so intensely full before. 

As she struggled to stay in control, the feeling of fullness grew stronger and stronger, quickly reaching the point where it was all but unbearable. Her pajama top, stretched tight around it, lost a button with a pop, and a second later, her pants split with a terrifying rrrrrip. She squealed as her stomach grew even larger, a fat sphere of flesh that seemed a little plumper with every second. Soon, she couldn’t see anything below it. “Nnn~! Heeeeelp!” 

“N-Nia!” From the house came cries and the sound of rushing feet. Nia struggled to look over her shoulder and found Pyra and Mythra rushing to her aid, their ridiculous boobs bouncing in their pajama tops. “Don’t worry, we’re–!” 

Two searing pink bolts flew past Nia’s face and struck her rescuers in the chests, bowling them over. Striking the hallway floor, they lay there moaning and clutching their stomachs as their own guts swelled just as fast as hers. “Nnn~! What’s happening to us?” cried Mythra. 

“My stomach…” whined Pyra. “It feels so nnnnn~!” 

A fresh pang of pressure from her own gut snapped Nia’s attention away from them for a second. By now her stomach had grown so large she could barely move for the size of it–her sides were wedged tight between the hallway’s walls. And yet still it appeared to be growing, larger and larger, plumper and plumper, and so intensely full that she just wanted to burst. “Nnnn~! Make it stoooooop!”

Was it her imagination, or was her skin turning orange too? 

Lifted by her swelling gut, her boobs exploded in size as well, plumped full by whatever was inflating her belly, while her nipples perked, sticking out like a pair of thumbs thrust at the door. Her actual thumbs were finding it considerably harder to point anywhere, as her swelling gut had started sucking up her arms, spreading them wide and leaving her digits twitching as she fought to stop it. “Please! Please…! Nnnn!” Her gut squished against her chin, making it difficult to speak. “Nnn~!” Her head seemed to be sinking into her torso. 

Behind her, Pyra and Mythra’s bodies were well on their way to growing just as large as hers. Squished against one another, gut rubbing against gut and belly rubbing against belly, they moaned, fighting to pull free yet with no room to move. “Nnnnn~! Nnnnn! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Nnnnnn!”

Nia’s skin squeaked. To her immense relief, the growing of her belly finally seemed to be slowing, not that it made her current state much better. Blown into a human balloon so large she barely fit in the hall, round as a boulder and squished against the walls, she squirmed, flapping her fingers feebly and struggling to move. She felt as if she’d eaten a whole Titan. 

The fairy laughed. “Nyow for the fun part, nya!” She twisted her wand, and with a fresh crackle of lightning, Nia started to change all over again. 

“Nnnnn! Ah! Ah! Ah! Nnnn~!” It was like someone had taken a big rubber band and wrapped it around her and released it. All at once, a deep groove appeared in her skin where the invisible band was digging into it. It ran all the way from her crotch up to her chin, leaving her squealing at the pressure of it digging into her pussy. 

And just as she thought things couldn’t get any weirder, another one appeared, just left of the first. And another. And another. And another. 

One by one, they wrapped their way around her, ringing her like a fence and leaving her squealing at the pressure. With each one, she felt she’d burst a little more. 

Finally, the process came to a stop, having successfully encircled her, and a wave of tingling assaulted her skin, leaving her feeling as if she were being tickled all over. She started screaming all over again. “Nnnnnn~! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!” 

With a creaking like shifting ice, her skin hardened, turning a bright shade of orange. The exact same shade of orange as–

Too late, the fairy’s words returned to her. “N-no. No! You can’t be serious. You can’t be–” 

And just like that, the wave of change reached her mouth and froze her expression in a mask of utter horror. Her hair trembled and stretched into a thick brown stalk, and with that the beam died and the lightning faded. Nia could only sit there, ready to burst. Behind her, Pyra and Mythra’s own cries soon cut out as well. 

“Ta-da!” said the fairy, lowering her wand. “Three big, juicy pumpkins, nya!” 

The witch licked her lips. “Mmm~, I can’t wait to taste them. Should we eat them as they are? Or make them into pies?” 

“Eat them?! Nyou don’t eat pumpkins on Halloween!” 

“...What do nyou do with them?” 

With a grin, the fairy produced a large knife.

As the catgirl advanced, Nia screamed in her head, pleading for her to stay away. N-no! No! Please! Don’t do it! Don’t–! 

Schunk!

**

Someone was moving outside in the corridor. She could hear the creak of the floorboards as they crept from one room to another. 

Grimacing, Fern rolled over in bed, grabbing the pillow and wrapped it around her ears in a futile attempt to block the noise. It didn’t help–if anything, it made her more uncomfortable, wider awake and in an even better state to take notice of the floorboards creaking outside. Screwing her eyes tight, she groaned. 

In the other bed, Mistress Freiren lay sprawled upside down, half an inch away from falling out, and snoring her way through the deepest of slumbers. 

Fern’s eye twitched. 

Finally, the creaking stopped. Rolling onto her back with a sigh of relief, Fern released the pillow and lay there staring at the ceiling, knowing from experience that there was no way it was this simple. 

On cue, someone knocked at the door. 

Fern sat up in bed with a furious expression. Hopping out, she slipped on her slippers, grabbed her staff, and marched for the door with full intent of striking someone on the head with it. She didn’t know what they were doing at this time of night, but if they didn’t have a good excuse–

She opened the door and came to a stop with a frown, staring at two of the strangest things she’d ever seen: one was a vaguely-humanoid arrangement of light blue cuboids, with a giant box for a head and two big, glassy circles for eyes. It reminded her of a golem, for some reason. 

The other was a pink-haired, cat-eared girl with the lewdest body Fern had ever seen and the sluttiest possible outfit to complement it. The slick white fabric clung to her figure tight, emphasizing her curves and revealing something even worse: did she have a magic wand stuck up her skirt, or…?

“Give us nyour candy,” said the golem, her voice strangely crackly, as if she were speaking through a grill. 

“Or we’ll do something really lewd to nyou,” said the other one, leaning in and sticking her tongue out. 

Fern took an automatic step back, her staff raised defensively. Were they demons? Should she raise Mistress Freiren? Or…? 

Beside she could decide, one of her visitors decided for her: with a grin, the pink-haired one vanished, and in almost exactly the same instant, something hard poked Fern in the butt.

Heavy breathing on her neck. Heart pounding, she risked a glance over her shoulder and found the catgirl leaning towards her, her face red. “Nyou smell even better up close, nya~.” 

Hands under her top. Fern squealed as they wrapped around her breasts, fingers digging tight into the fat even as the monster tweaked her nipples. She squeaked, squirming on the spot, but the catgirl’s grip was impossible to break free of. She might as well have been in a set of iron manacles.

A sudden rise in the room’s mana. Fern’s heart leapt in hope. Mistress! 

With an ear-splitting zzzzzap!, a thin pink beam shot over her shoulder, aimed for Mistress Freiren’s bed. Head snapping in its direction, Fern moaned to see her mentor frozen, her body trapped in the light of the beam. She squirmed, eyes spasming in her effort to escape, but the beam wouldn’t let her move more than a millimeter. 

“Please,” said the golem, her fingertip shining. “I saw that one coming a mile away, nya.” 

With a plop, a bead of her sweat slid from Fern’s chin and landed on her chest. “P-please, you can’t–!” 

The catgirl’s hands tightened on her pajamas, and with an awful ripping sound, tore it apart. Fern squealed as the cool night air struck her exposed body, dropping her staff and wrapping her arms around her chest in a feeble attempt to conceal herself. 

Something slipped between her legs, something thick and hard and pulsing. Looking down, she moaned to see a mushroom had sprouted from her thighs, and from its tip seeped something glistening. Splot. 

Her teeth chattered. She started to tremble. “P-please. Please don’t–!” 

“What’s wrong?” cooed the nurse. “Don’t nyou like it, nya? Don’t nyou want it inside nyou? Nyo…? Hmm. Why don’t nyou take a little sniff?” And she jerked her hips upward, slamming the side of the shaft against Fern’s sex and bringing its tip ever so slightly closer to her face. She squealed, but it wasn’t the contact so much as the scent that caught her. A viciously virile smell, salty as the sea, poured through her nostrils and flipped hidden switches in her brain, igniting desires she’d never realized she’d possessed. In an instant, Mistress Freiren and the danger of the situation were forgotten: all she could think of was the thing between her legs and how good it would feel to get it inside her. 

“That’s better,” said the catgirl, as Fern’s sex coated her penis in nectar. “Go on, why don’t nyou tell me just how much nyou want it, nya? Beg me. Beg me to put it inside nyou…” She released her. 

Fern turned, her body trembling, unable to tear her eyes off the length of her captor’s cock. It was like a magic wand had tapped her brow and enchanted her. She wanted it more than anything in the world. 

Drooling from at least two different holes, she drooped to her knees, practically panting. “Please,” she said. “Please, oh Goddess, please. Put it in me! Put it in me!” 

“Wow, okay, jeez, if that’s what nyou want,” said the catgirl. “Nyou don’t have to get so desperate about it.” 

Grabbing Fern by the arms, she tossed her onto the bed. As Fern dug her fingers into the sheets, whining in desire, the beast leapt onto the bed behind her, pulled back her hips, and–

“Nnnn~!”

–slammed her shaft straight into her slick, exposed pussy. 

Pleasure crashed into Fern’s groin and rippled through her body, making her brain shake like a building on the very edge of an earthquake. She drew in a ragged breath and moaned, struggling to get another gulp of air in, but she’d barely come close than the monster’s penis crashed into her again, making her ass clap and her boobs swing and leaving her brain burning, aflame with the ecstasy of the experience. Heart pounding, she screwed up her eyes and whimpered, biting her lip till it hurt. She’d never felt anything, anything, as fulfilling as the catgirl’s cock. It was like she’d been waiting her whole life just to meet it. 

Drawing back, the catgirl thrust again and again and again, each impact with Fern’s sex making the walls of her mind shudder a little harder. Soon she could think of nothing but the pleasure: the fire in her pussy and the rock hard tension of the cock that was causing it. It throbbed inside her, twitching and pulsing, as pent-up and virile as anything that had ever existed. She could feel the weight of the balls swinging beneath it and the ocean of semen they were waiting to drown her in. She wanted nothing more than to swim in it. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of this wondrous experience, the catgirl’s thrusting changed its pace. The cock in Fern’s sex started to pulse a little harder and linger a little longer with each thrust, until at last, with one final, particularly intense pump: 

“Nnnnnyah~!” 

Semen, warm and sticky, flooded Fern’s vagina. Like a balloon, she bloated around it, stretched wide as it filled her womb and overflowed it. By the time the catgirl finally finished, she looked pregnant. 

Pulling out, the catgirl blew once last spurt of cum over Fern’s hair and back. And with that done, she turned away, leaving Fern herself to lie there and pant, her body threatening to burn up. The catgirl’s penis had barely left her body, and already she wanted it back–the thought that might be it, that she might never experience it again, left her wanting to cry in despair. No. No! Please, that can’t be it! Please, put it back in me! Please!  

A thin pink beam lanced across the room and struck Fern in the buttocks. With a squeak, she flew off the bed and onto her butt as her legs and her arms spread as if to give a four-limbed hug. A wave of slickness washed across her form, leaving her skin looking as if it had been coated in varnish, and where it passed seams appeared in her skin–seams, as if she’d been stitched together out of so many different parts. 

Her boobs trembled and bloated, doubling in size, and several seconds her buttocks copied them. Her hair fused into a single clump of slick purple matter, and her mouth and her pussy and her anus, all more sensitive than ever, pulsed once and fattened into three thick, plump donuts. 

Finally, her eyes closed one last time, replaced by a simple pair of painted stickers. Fern realized she could no longer move. 

“Well, I guess it’s definitely easier to move them this way,” said the pink-haired catgirl, stroking her chin. Grabbing Fern by the head, she spun her around as if she weighed nothing.

“I can’t be bothered to haul a couple of animate prey around,” said the golem, arms folded. “Especially if nyou’re going to use them as sexdolls anyway.” Looking past her, Fern saw Mistress Freiren. Or something like her, anyway: like Fern, her skin was slick, her holes plump, and her eyes black. She looked like a parody of herself, a gross, sexualized parody.

“Besides,” said the golem. “They’ll last a lot longer like this anyway.”

**

When Yuri had convinced Panty to host the expedition, she’d handed her a list of fun worlds for them to visit, assuming she’d pick the ones she most liked and discard the rest. Naturally, Panchira had missed the point and added all of them to the itinerary, and by Destination #7, they had to pick up the pace a little.  

On one world, they visited a royal academy, where Panchira wasted no time in sizing up the most fashionable members of the student body and adding them to her collection: a nervous, short-haired brunette became a tight-fitting pair of panties, while a more confident, longer-haired blonde became a slightly more generous bra. Meanwhile, Seigu claimed everyone Panty missed, among them a girl with auburn pigtails, who she turned into a tight piece of rubber and pumped till she exploded.  

The next world they visited had a royal academy as well: crashing into it, they’d soon turned most of the female students and staff into onaholes and candy. By the time they left, Futa had a tight blue sex sleeve stretched around her shaft, while Nomi sated her own thirst by turning the former princess’s maid into a lollipop and licking her from sex to crown. 

On their next stop, they interrupted a baking contest, and their response was as swift as it was thematic: turning the girls taking part into muffins, they decorated them each in festive Halloween colors–orange and black, with little icing skulls–and, having amused themselves, promptly devoured them, leaving not a single crumb as evidence.

The planet they visited after was in the middle of a slightly more violent kind of competition, which they interrupted by zapping half the participants and taking them as trophies. Seigu claimed a short blonde as a vibe, Nomi took a pigtailed brunette as a bottle of red wine, and Futa turned a tall, pink-haired girl with a blindfold into her personal relief station. 

Next up was a city full of schoolgirls–haloed schoolgirls, but schoolgirls all the same: their favorite kind of prey. Within seconds of landing, they’d all gone on a rampage, competing to see how many of them they could zap. By the time they were done, the city was considerably quieter: Yuri and Futa drew the game by turning their targets into succplants and condoms, respectively, though Queen Hentai, reluctant to be outdone, promptly snatched their victory by turning everyone left into stools. It wasn’t enough to make her win, but none of them were willing to challenge her, so in the end it made little difference.

The world that followed was as twee and picturesque as its inhabitants were cute. Overwhelmed by its sweetness, Taberu couldn’t help turning its people into confectionery: living statues of gingerbread and biscuit, with lollipop-golems and cream-elementals to really round out her palette. Naturally, once this was done, she devoured every single one of them, leaving only crumbs and drops of cream as evidence they’d existed. 

After, they headed to another, equally fantastic world, though they one seemed a little less sweet, and a little more bejeweled–it was like everyone and their sister was decked out in golden jewellery. Down on the surface, Nomi had her way with a slender young mortician, trapping her in a book as illustrations of her own life story. Futa claimed a short, white-haired girl in a blue top hat and made her into a water balloon–or something close to one anyway. Elsewhere, Seigu turned a horny goatgirl into a sexbot and sent her to service every man in the area. 

And so on, and so on. Over the course of the night, they visit planet after planet, dropping down to the surface, trick-or-treating–or at least blackmailing–their inhabitants, and leaving with chests full of candy and other toys. One by one, Panchira ticked worlds off the list. 

Till at last, only one planet remained…

**

With an audible screech from the saucer’s ultra-immersive SFX suite, the saucer slammed to a stop in orbit of the final planet on their itinerary: another Earth-like not-Earth, if one with slightly messy geography. 

In the captain’s chair, Panchira stifled a yawn. “Alright, everyone, here we are. Planet Whatsitsname. Ny’know, the ones with the girls with the boobs and the monsters.” She waved her arms vaguely. “The colorful one.”

“Remnant?” said Yuri. 

“I’d like to ram nyou,” said Futa, drunk on punch. Nomi giggled deliriously.

“This is our last stop,” said Panchira. “Once we’re done here, I’m calling it quits for the nyight, okay? So make sure nyou get everything nyou want down there.”

A chorus of nods and tried ‘nyeah’s greeted this statement, as the rest of the gathered Bakeneko forced themselves out of their seats and got ready to teleport.

Oh, and a cough.

It took Panchira a second to register it and a second more to trace it back to its source. “N-Nyour Nyajesty?” 

Unlike the others, Queen Hentai showed no sign of exhaustion. Or change at all from the second they’d set out. In her eyes was a glint of steely determination. “Unacceptable,” she said, her gaze burning a hole in Panchira’s head. “We have yet to collect sufficient candy.” 

Panchira blinked. “Sufficient candy?” 

“Is that nyot the purpose of this trip?” said the Queen, in a tone that suggested worrying consequences for anyone who’d lured her here on false premises.

Yuri snapped to sudden wakefulness. “It is! It is, nya! That’s the point of trick-or-treating! To get as much candy as possible.” 

“Indeed,” said the Queen, striding towards the ship’s screen and the planet turning on it. “What is Halloween but conquest in miniature? A special nyight in which the youth of the empire may practise the subjugation of the subaltern and the exploitation of their resources under the threat of violence without risk, so that they might then turn such skills to the management of the empire’s colonies.” She turned back. “And what are we but the greatest conquerors in the Grand Spiral? It would be a great dishonor to return home with such an insufficient prize. …Even if we have picked up an alarming amount of sextoys, nya.” 

Futa and Seigu exchanged a guilty look.

“What do nyou wanna do then?” asked Panchira.

“Is nyour saucer’s wide-range transmitter functioning?” 

“I guess. Why?” 

“I would like to send the world below a message.” 

“What kind of message?” said Panchira, eyebrow raised.

Queen Hentai grinned, and there were fangs in it. “Trick-or-treat.” 

*

Ruby had just finished brushing her teeth, ready for bed, when someone started shouting.

Spitting the toothpaste, she hurried back to the main dorm room. “Guysh?” she said, brush still sticking out of her mouth. “What are you guysh making such a fussh about?” She pulled it out.

The other three components of Team RWBY were gathered on Weiss’s bunk, watching something on her scroll. And from the looks on their faces, it wasn’t just another funny cat video.  

“Ruby, you’ve got to see this,” said Yang, beckoning her over. “Quickly.” 

Ruby paused for a second, wondering if this was a prank on her, but their eyes were locked on the screen, barely paying her attention. Swallowing, she hurried over. “What–?” 

“Congratulations,” read the message. “Nyour world has been integrated into the Bakeneko Empire. To celebrate nyour planet’s acceptance as one of our valued transversal colonies, Her Royal Nyajesty, Queen Hentai, demands a tribute of six billion metric tons of candy, to be delivered to her within ten minutes. Failure to provide this celebrational tribute will result in the liquidation of nyour planet’s resources, including but not limited to the mass Selection of its prey population. As such, it is recommended the tribute is provided swiftly. Trick-or-treat.” And with that, it started all over again. 

Beneath the message was a timer, ticking slowly downward: 05:39, it read. ‘05:38’. ‘05:37’...

“It’s on every channel,” said Blake. “You can’t avoid it.” 

“Wh-what does it even mean?” 

“Obviously it’s some kind of prank,” said Weiss. “Some clever little hacker has gotten into the Transmit System, and now they’re trying to make us all believe we’re being invaded by aliens. Candy-obsessed aliens. Honestly, you couldn’t come up with a more ridiculous premise if you tried.” 

“B-but what if it’s true?” cried Ruby. “‘M-mass selection of its prey population’...? What does  that even mean? What are they going to do to us?” 

“Nothing!” said Weiss. “Honestly, you don’t actually believe there are catgirl aliens demanding candy from us, do you?” 

Ruby pressed her fingertips together and blushed. “Kinda.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Well, you three feel free to continue panicking. I’m going to take a shower, and then I’m heading to bed.” The bathroom door slammed behind her. 

Ruby, meanwhile, turned her eyes back to the scroll, where the countdown continued to, well, count down. Only four minutes remained now. ‘03:59’, ‘03:58’, ‘03:57’...

 “Sh-should we do something?” she asked. 

“Like what?” said Blake, quirking an eyebrow. 

“M-maybe if we all pool our snacks.” 

“They want six billion tons, Ruby. How many tons of snacks do you have?” 

She thought about this. “At least a couple…”

“Er, guys,” said Yang, by the window. “Look.” 

As one, the two of them rushed to the window. “Is it just me,” said Yang, “or is the sky looking a little, uh, pinker, than normal?” Sure enough, the night had turned a vivid shade of pink, like someone had crashed a spaceship full of food dye into the moon. Raining down on the academy grounds, it left Beacon glistening, as if seen through a particularly girly filter. Ruby held her hand up, and she was sure she saw little sparkles dancing up and down her arm. 

‘02:30’, ‘02:29’, ‘02:28’...

“You don’t think they were serious, do you?” said Yang, backing away from the glass. 

“M-maybe we should find shelter,” said Ruby, studying the pink sun rapidly growing in the sky. 

“What kind of shelter would help against that?!” cried Blake, thrusting a finger on it. 

On cue, there was a titanic crack, electrical, and an arc of lightning coursed across the sky, splitting the heavens in two. RBY stared in horror. 

“What the hell was that?” Rushing out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Weiss froze as she traced their gaze to the window. “Oh my Dust…” she said, confidence leaking from her face. “It’s true?!’

‘01:49’, ‘01:48’, ‘01:47’...

“W-w-we have to do something!” Weiss wrung her hair, barely even noticing her towel sliding down her. “We have to get out of here!” 

‘01:31’, ‘01:30’, ‘01:29’...

“Where are we meant to go?!” cried Blake.

“Anywhere!” cried Weiss, rushing for the door. “Anywhere but here!” Only as she grabbed the handle did she remember she was naked. With a squeak, she slammed it shut again and rushed for her towel. “Quickly!” she cried, seeing the rest of them standing watching her.

‘01:01’, ‘01:00’, ‘00:59’...

“Weiss, wait!” said Ruby. “Calm down! I’m sure we can figure out a plan and–” 

“Don’t you tell me to calm down!” cried Weiss, all but throwing her towel at her. “I–

From outside came another harsh crack of thunder. Weiss flinched like it had struck her directly. “Oh my Dust,” she said, falling to her knees with a pale face and wild eyes. “It’s really happening. It’s really happening.” 

‘00:29’, ‘00:28’, ‘00:27’...

As if things couldn’t possibly get more stressful, some joker picked this moment to pull the fire alarm. Weiss leapt to her feet, dropping the towel again. “What’s happening now?!” 

“Come on,” said Blake, helping her to her feet. “Let’s head to the assembly point. Maybe somebody there will have a better idea what to do.” After a moment, Ruby and Yang nodded.

“W-wait! I can’t go like this!” wailed Weiss, as they helped her to the door. “Waaaaaait!” 

‘00:10’, ‘00:09’, ‘00:08’...

“Just wrap the towel around you! No one’s going to care, Weiss!” 

‘‘00:07’, ‘00:06’, ‘00:05’...

“Wait! I left my purse!” 

“Leave it, woman!” 

From the window came a growing whining, like a vicious cat’s purr.

‘‘00:04’, ‘00:03’, ‘00:02’...

“What the hell is that noise?!” cried Yang, fumbling to get the door open.

‘00:01’

“The sky…” said Ruby, her silver eyes gleaming with reflected light. “Look at the sky!” 

‘00:00’. The timer vanished, replaced by a pixellated image of a cat’s skull. 

And just like that, the sky cracked and spilled its contents like a punch bowl.

Pink light swept through the window of the dorm room. Team RWBY, their eyes wide, froze where they stood, first in shock, and then in something far worse. They tried to move, to scream, to shake in fear, but the light washing over them reached through their skin and hooked their nerves, jerking them about like a group of marionettes. Ruby’s legs slammed together; her arms struck her sides. Inside, she whimpered feebly. 

Having got them in its grip, the light promptly wiggled its fingers, licked its lips, and ripped away their clothes. Ruby squealed as her uniform crumpled to the floor at her feet, crinkled like a sheet of foil, while her exposed body sparkled in the light pouring through the window. In her head, she squealed, squirming and struggling to cover herself, but she couldn’t even move a finger, let alone hide her sex. All she and the rest of RWBY could do was stand there, frozen in their poses of terror, and stare at each other’s naked figures. She wanted to catch fire. 

As if responding to her wishes, the light grew even brighter, and a fire ignited in Ruby’s groin that swept swiftly through her body, leaving every inch of her burning. Blushing as red as her cloak, she squealed inside, wanting nothing more than for the sensation to stop. It felt like she was touching herself, touching herself all over. 

Instead of fading, the feeling grew even stronger, and with it came a mad tingling that swept rapidly up her spine and down her arms and legs, rebounding to settle in her bust and her vagina. She slammed her eyes tight, whimpering, but there was nothing else she could do but endure it, no matter how much it left her wanting to scream.

Then she saw what was happening to her skin, and she wanted to wail for an entirely different reason. 

Wh-what’s happening?! What’s happening to me?! Why am I turning red?! As she stared in terror, trembling on the inside if not the out, her feet turned a dark, glossy red, deep and vaguely translucent, as if she were looking at a statue sculpted of scarlet glass. Even as she struggled to process this, the change swept up past ankles, spreading fast. She squeaked, trying to make her feet move, but she couldn’t even wiggle a digit. 

She wasn’t the only one changing: Weiss’s feet seemed to have turned to pure alabaster, while Blake was becoming a rich brown, and Yang a warm, golden yellow. Sweet scents mingled in the air between them, growing stronger with the second: strawberry and mint, chocolate and butterscotch, all sweet and enticing. Ruby’s stomach would have rumbled if she weren’t so frightened. 

Washing up her legs, the river of red soon reached her sex, and as Ruby squealed in anticipation, set her already burning body on fire all over again. She thrashed inside, writhing and pleading, as it turned her pussy solid, freezing even the juice dripping from its lips. 

Barely a second later, it crossed her stomach and reached her breasts, leaving her whining as her nipples turned harder than they’d ever been in her life, two little rubies themselves, each glued to a boob and bright. She wanted so desperately to touch them, but she just couldn’t peel her fingers from her sides. Nnnnnn~! Nnnnnn! Oh Dust, make it stooooooop! She would have given anything for release. 

Finally the change reached her face, and as if someone had pushed a button somewhere deep inside her, Ruby’s eyes snapped open and rolled back, while her tongue shot out of her mouth, lolling like a dog’s. And with that, she froze completely, face reduced to a glossy red mask of delight. If you look closely, you could see all the way through her to the other side. 

The rest of Team RWBY had almost finished changing as well, their faces warped to match her own. Finally, Yang’s hair hardened to something bright and gold, sweet-smelling, and with that, they were gone, replaced by a quartet of lewd statues carved in their own images. All they could do was stare at each other. 

Wh-what happened to us?! thought Ruby, fighting to think through the pleasure still assaulting her. She wanted to cry, it was so strong. It was like someone was licking all her most sensitive parts. 

Around them, their fallen clothes–and Weiss’s towel–twitched and started to shine, turning silvery on the inside. And as Ruby stared, too stunned to understand, they lurched into life and threw themselves at them, coiling around their legs and working rapidly up their forms. She had a second or two to scream before it reached her face, and then everything became very, very dark, very quickly. 

Staring into the black, Ruby whimpered in terror.

*

The seven of them stood and stared as the planet on the screen, as hot under the influence of the ship’s largest pointer as an iron ball under a blowtorch, finally started to shrink. It didn’t take long, only a matter of seconds: one moment Remnant shone on the screen like the bright pink sun, then a moon, then a tiny pink star, and then, just like that, it was gone. The beam cut out with one last dramatic zzzip from the SFX suite, and with that, it was done. 

With a little jingle, the floor lit up. ‘Warning’, declared a speaker. ‘Incoming teleport!’

No sooner had they leapt out of the way than it appeared with a flash: a gigantic pumpkin bucket, large as a carriage and overflowing with candy. Even as it settled into place, lollipops and chocolate bars spilled over the brim and clattered to the floor all around it. 

Taberu’s panties struck the floor with a splat. 

“There,” said Queen Hentai, approaching with the faintest hint of a smile. “That seems like sufficient lucre for this expedition, nya.”

“Wow!” said Yuri, eyes wide and sparkling. “Nyou made so much, nya!” 

“Honestly, it makes me wonder why we didn’t do this to every planet we visited,” said Nomi, flatly. 

Skipping over, Yuri snatched a piece of candy from the floor and sniffed it. “Oh, hey! I know this one!” Peeling the wrapper off with her claws to reveal the glossy red body beneath, she extended her tongue and gave it a long lick, paying extra attention to the candy’s breasts and sex. And though it was hard to hear over the million silent screams of terror, they all heard the psychic squeal of delight this earned. 

Afterward, once they’d all had their pick of the loot, Yuri leaned forward on the couch and threw Hentai a teasing look. “So, what do nyou think, Nyour Nyajesty?” Her eyes sparkled. “Do nyou wanna do this again nyext year?” 

“Nyaturally,” said the Queen, reclining with a purr. “It is tradition, nya.”