A Hallowe'en Kitty-Tale

Hallowe’en is coming up soon. You know what that means, right? Yep, it’s "come as you aren’t" night! I dress up at every given opportunity, but somehow, it’s still very special at Hallowe’en.

I’m going to this party, but I’m only gonna stay for an hour or so. I’ve been collecting bits and pieces for my costume for months. It’s been tough, but I finally managed to get them all. I got my Hazuki cat ears. Those were the biggest pain to source. I went everywhere trying to find them, and eventually, I had to buy them from America, which added a wee bit of expense. Still, it was very worth it for the cuteness alone! I already had my leather trench coat and my ruby red lipstick. I bought my fangs a while ago, and I made myself a pair of whiskers and a tail. I’ll let you in on the secret: I’m going to dress up as an amalgamation of my two favourite vampires. They are Hazuki-chan, from Tsukuyomi: Moon Phase, and Spike, from Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Of course, I’ll also be Miss Meow, but that really goes without saying. Kitty is in everything I do, you see.

I’ve been looking forward to this party, even though I’m not going to be there for long. I do hope Clarissa is there. I wonder what she’s dressing up as? I’ve been bugging her about it, but she won’t tell me. She won’t even tell me if she’s going in the first place. I fucking hope she does, though, she’s always a good laugh.

All this anticipation is killing me, and I’m actually bouncing off the walls with excitement! I’m going about my days as normal, but this is all in the back of my head. Hallowe’en is my favourite time of year. As I said, it’s "come as you aren’t" night, but it’s more than just that.

It’s a spiritual holiday for me. It’s when sorrow, loss and negativity are banished by a ritualistic cleansing of the house - using a broom made of ash, rowan or some other such healing tree. It’s all swept up into a pile, and swept out of the back door, usually whilst uttering some appropriate incantation. There’s also the incense technique, where you light an incense stick, and wave it around the whole room, getting into the corners. You can say an incantation aloud, but I prefer just to think it. Once you’ve done that, you direct the incense out of the window to banish the negativity. Then you just leave the incense stick to burn down as usual, to reinforce the cleansing spell. This can be done any time of year, and is particularly good if you’ve just moved into a new house.

Then there’s the reminiscences. It’s a time when we banish the bad spirits, and welcome the good - departed family members, friends and any other benevolent spirits that want to be in our presence. They’re all invited. The costumes help keep the bad spirits away, as do the scary faces carved in pumpkins, or in our case, neeps. We use turnips here, because it’s tradition and because pumpkins can’t grow here. Well, they can, but they don’t naturally, and I like to keep things as natural as possible. Sure, we can have them imported, but I’m a tradtionalist.

The idiot in me forgot to mention candles. We just sit there with candles on all night, with no lights, just the soft flickering glow of the candles (homemade, of course, from beeswax). It gets pretty warm, actually, but it feels nice to get away from the often harsh incandescent lights. You know, I say "we" in all of this, but, aside from the ghosts, I live alone. I usually invite Clarissa over for the festivities, though. She’s always a good laugh, and good fun to tell ghost stories with. She’s just dead cool (maybe pardon that pun, if you will).

So, anyway, those are a few of the many reasons I love Hallowe’en. The other is obviously the frivolities that happen, and all the excuses to eat sweets and act like a child. I love the dooking for apples, hanging silly decorations and such like, but it’s the overall spirituality of it all that I love.

Two days to go! I’m still bugging Clarissa as to whether she’s going, but I’m pretty sure she is. Her costume is gonna be amazing. Her dad does all those Viking battle re-enactments, and always goes to Up Helly Aa, so she always goes as something Viking related. Last year she was a Viking barwench and a damned sexy one at that. She wore her long, jet black hair down, with a slight curl in it, and secured it out of her pretty face with a bandana. She wore old rags, sewn together by her mother (Clarissa herself is crap at sewing, by her own admission). Those rags left little to the imagination, but just enough to tease. She’s always been quite the tease. It was her sexiest costume yet, but was also quite scary. She definitely has the feistiness of a Viking barwench. She’s got the Viking-loving bug from her dad, and I got it from her. Yeah, she’s a bit geeky, but so am I, and I love her for that geekiness. It makes me feel secure.

“What you going as? Tell me, tell me, I wanna know, please!” I pleaded, as we walked down the road together. I sounded like a wee child!

“You’ll have to wait until the party,” she giggled.

“Ha! You just admitted you were goin’. Tell me who yer goin’ as, or you won’t be invited to my house after.”

“You wouldn’t, you love me too much,” she laughed, skipping off into her house. “See ya later!” She went into the house, blowing a kiss and flashing a smile. Damnit, woman, you’re making my heart melt!

She has this really sweet innocent charm about her, but she’s actually a wee, filthy-minded-feisty bomb. It’s true what she said, I do hold a major yen for her. It’s her fault, really, for being so damned attractive. She’s charismatic, sexy, and just a downright beautiful, gothy woman.

It’s now the day of the party, and I’m hoping Clarissa will be there. Aha, le wild text appears!

Clarissa: Meet me at the party, you’ll recognise me right away.

Me: OK, I’m just getting ready. Getting my make-up on.

C: Makeup?

Me: You’ll see. Gotta boost, see ya at the party.

Well, she’s still going, that’s good! Thank goodness it’s not too warm out there, although it will be warm at the party. Right, that’s me, I’ve got my ruby red lipstick on, my Kitty ears, black skinny jeans with a tail, plain black t-shirt and black painted nails. Am I missing anything? Fangs! Right, that’s them in now. Coat. Gotcha. Hmm, it kinda rubs against the tail. Quick rundown, yup, got everything I need. Into the breech, I go!

I get so many funny looks going down the road. I don’t really care, I’m having fun. I think it’s the red lips that do it. Man, I look so sexy! And scary, too. Scarily sexy, you could say. Or sexily scary, whatever. Finally, I arrive at the party! I walk in and scan the place. Immediately, I recognise Clarissa, just as she said I would.

“Haw, Joan!” I bellow at her.

“Ha, you got it! Hello Kitty,” she says, petting me upside the head.

“You got part o’ the costume, anyway,” I smiled.

“Let’s see, the rest is Spike and... hmm, I’m not gettin’ the rest, lemmie in on it!”

“Hazuki-chan! And what’s with the breaking of Viking tradition?”

“Just trying something different, Kitty. So, what made you go as Hazuki-chan?”

“I just like Hazuki-chan, and it’s an excuse to wear the ears!”

“Like you need one of those!”

“True, I don’t,” I smile.

We chat, and bounce, and dance, and drink merrily for a while, until I get bored. During our time of dancing, some rather inappropriate touching happens. It'ss all friendly, I think, but it sowed seeds of doubt and horniness. I mean, she's grinding her crotch right against mine, and rubbing her breasts against me, and just generally dancing sexy. Not that I mind or anything, it's just confusing, with all the weird signals she’s been giving me lately. It seems she’s playing me. Playing hard to get, or something. I dunno, I confuse easily.

“I’m gonna go home now, you comin’?”

“Aye, might as well. This place is boring, anyway.”

“So, um, what was with the grinding back there?”

“What? I was dancing, silly!” Joan smiles.

“But, Clarissa, that wasn’t dancing. You were practically shagging me there!”

“Joan, I’m Joan of Arc tonight, call me Joan. I’ll just call you Kitty.”

“OK, but you still didn’t answer the question.”

“I fancy you. Damn, you should have dressed up as Kouhei, yer as dense as him!”

“Sorry for being dense, but you know I’m like that. And anyway, Kouhei is only dense because he had his Jyougan sealed to protect him from spiritual harm, due to him being the Ama Lamia. I’m just naturally dense.”

“You’re such a freaky wee geek! Guess that’s why I fancy ya.”

Finally, we get to my house and enter. The tension is actually pretty high, and there's an air of awkwardness.

“Lay your sword and shield down, and make yourself at home.” By the way, when I say ‘sword and shield’, I mean she actually has a real (well, replica, but still functional) sword and shield. She could have clobbered someone with that and given them a right nasty bruise, or worse.

“Thought you’d never say so! This armour is killing me! God, I’m hot, too.”

I ignore that hot comment, deftly asking, “You carved your neep yet?”

“No, what the fuck? Neeps? Why neeps?”

“Tradition, Joan,” I groan and roll my eyes.

“Got any clothes? I’m naked, save for the leather, which is pretty uncomfortable, under this armour plating and chain-mail.”

“Sure, I’ll just get some. Dude, you really go the whole hog, don’t you?”

“Cheers, and yes, no point in doin’ things by half, is there?”

“True, true.”

I go to my room and fetch some clothes, thinking of her naked. Those thoughts have infiltrated my mind before, but I never paid them much heed. This time, I’m running with them. The clothes might be a bit baggy on her, but she’ll have to make do with them. When I get back to the living room, Joan is busy dancing around lighting candles. I stand there at the door frame, watching her naked body dance around, and my cock responds the only way it knows how. The little head is awake now. Dammit, there goes cognitive reasoning!

“You just gonna stare, or you gonna gimme those clothes some time tonight?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, there ya go,” I hand the clothes to her at arm's length.

“Yer not embarrassed to see me in the skud, are ya?” She looks down. “Ah, I see you have a hard on!” She giggled.

“I’m sorry, I’ll just...”

“Just what? Get yer kit off, ya bam!”

I'm apprehensive, but I take my clothes off.

“Good, now put the Kitty ears back on. You’re cute in them,” Joan smiles.

“Are you Joan or Clarissa?”

“Still Joan, ya dumbarse!”

Well, that clarifies things. It’s Joan on Kitty tonight. I think. I’m still not very sure what’s happening, but it’s some weird cos-play or roleplaying, methinks.

“Damn, your cock is impressive. Joan wonders what it’s gonna be like in her mouth!”

“Kitty thinks Joan should find out for herself!”

Joan gets on her knees, and takes hold of my cock. Her hands are so nice and soft, not rough like mine. Her smile says it all, really. She licks her lips, and wraps them around my cock.

“Can I borrow your lippy?” she asks.

“Sure thing, it’s in ma jeans.”

Joan puts the lipstick on, and smiles at me. Wow, she’s even sexier than ever now. Those lips are just sexy, especially in the dim candle light. Perfect for blowjob-giving.

“Back to your cock. I like it. You kept that a secret, didn’t you?”

“What?”

“Well, it’s a very sexy cock, and you should be proud! Now, let me shush and suck you off!”

I'm not gonna argue. My cock is sexy, and I am proud. Her ruby red lips engulf my cock, and I feel it hitting the back of her mouth. She doesn’t even gag. Not even a tiny bit. Impressive! I cann’t help my hands, they just go to the top of her head and grab her hair. I just like grabbing hair when I’m getting a blowjob, and damn! This is some fucking blowjob. Plenty of wetness and noise. I like noisy blowjobs. She’s concentrating only on one thing: giving me pleasure. All I want to do is lick her out. It was as if she read my mind because she looks into my eyes and says one, single word.

“Sixty-nine.”

She stands up and pushes me onto the bed. I have a bed in my living room instead of a couch, and it just feels right that way.

She crawls onto the bed and takes my cock in her hand. Turning around, she gets to work on my cock. Her whole genital area is in my face, and I'm spoiled for choice. Do I lick her pussy or her arse first? Or both in tandem?

“Make up your mind what orifice you’re going for, and have at it,” she tells me with a wicked smile on her face, slapping her backside as she does so. More mind-reading?

“Fine, I pick this one!”

My hand parts her pussy lips, and my fingers probe around inside. Joan lets out a sigh, and takes hold of my balls. Damn, she just keeps sucking and lashing my cock with her tongue. If she keeps this up, I’ll cum buckets, and it won’t take long! I take my fingers out, and lick from the top of her pussy right to her butt. My tongue probes around, and saliva drools around to lubricate it. A finger enters her butt and she gasps, as if she isn’t ready for it.

“You kinky bastard!” she shouts, feigning surprise. Bloody wee actress, is what she is.

My finger continues to probe her butt, and my tongue works on her pussy. She’s pretty tasty. She responds in kind, and probes my butt with her thumb. My hips involuntarily thrust and my cock goes further down her throat, making her spit more saliva out and over my balls. There's still no gagging from her, though. It drips down and settles at my arse, giving her more lube to play with. The thumb is removed and replaced with two fingers. Meanwhile, I’m slowly working my finger in and out of her backside, and licking her clit. I can’t handle any more. I just have to get my tongue into her pussy! My finger goes deeper into her butt and I snake my tongue out, and embed it in her pussy.

“Dammit, Kitty, that’s fucking good! Kitty likes pussy!”

Her fingers come out of my arse and rub my perineum. Between that, and the butt probing, I’m working up quite a lot of pre-cum. I can feel it surging up and oozing out of my cock, as she greedily licks it off. The more she licks and rubs, the more I produce, and the faster I lick her. Eventually my fingers move from her butt to her pussy. My thumb rubs on her clit whilst two fingers sneak their way into her wetness and massage her pussy walls, looking for the sweet g-spot.

“Just exactly how wet do you get, I’m drowning here!”

“Ha! You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

Now I’ll have that song in my head, thanks, Joan! My tongue is getting sore licking her out, but the payoff will be great, I’m sure. Mmm, I can feel her pussy squeezing on my tongue and fingers, it’s nice. Her tongue is lashing my cock head and her hand is working up and down. Who knew Joan of Arc was so good at blowjobs? I can feel my butt muscles getting tighter, I’m gonna cum, and soon!

“Don’t cum yet, Kitty!”

“Damn, Joan, I’m trying not to.”

“Try harder, I want us to cum together! Now get your mouth around my cunt, I’m close!”

She doesn't have to tell me twice. My tongue is back inside her pussy faster than a flying teabag, and is working on her clit at the same time, in and out, in and out, working in perfect tandem with her sucking my cock, in and out, suck, lick, lash, squeeze of her hand, up and down, relentlessly. My tongue works with absolute precision along her pussy lips, inside and out, along her clit, sucking on it as I go. A finger slides once more into her pussy, and teases more juices out. She sucks heartily on my cock, as if she’s not had cock in a long time.

“Oh, God, whatever you’re doing, keep that up!” She moans at me, sounding a bit dazed.

The pair of us grunt and groan like a pair of rocket engines getting ready for take-off. How wet can she get? She could extinguish a bush fire with her juices alone! I’m close, she’s close, we’re close. She runs a finger up my cock and lingers at the head, with her other hand fondling my balls. My mouth is now around her clit, my tongue circling it and my fingers working the inner walls of her pussy.

“That’s it, Kitty, like that, make me cum!”

My hips thrust and my cock goes down her throat, my fingers making a rhythm inside her, as if I'm playing bass. I feel myself stiffen, and feel Joan’s pussy pulsing. We come together in a loud, unabashed, messy crescendo.

“Wow, Joan, you taste so nice. I think you squirted a little, too!”

“I know you squirted a lot! Mmm, you taste so spectacularly lovely!” Joan says, slurping my cum from her face.

Joan gets off of me, and we kiss. Lying there on the bed, making out, the soft glow of the candles, the wicked face of the neep smiling upon us, we can tell that evil spirits are banished.

“Kitty, I love you,” Joan smiles.

“I love you, too, Joan,” I smile back.

“Henceforth, I’m going to call you Kitty.”

“Fine by me, I’ll just call you Joan!”

We giggle, fondle, and make out some more. This cycle of giggling, fondling and making out carries on all night, until we fall asleep together. I think I’ll add this to my reasons as to why Hallowe’en is my favourite time of year.