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  Futa Halloween Treat Collection

  (Three stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

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  Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Futa Halloween Treat Collection

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Halloween Treat Collection”

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Naughty Trick or Futa Treat

  Naughty Trick or Futa Treat

  Embracing the Futa Costume

  Embracing the Futa Costume

  Naughty Futa Trick

  Naughty Futa Trick

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Halloween Treat Collection”

  I liked sucking on a futa's cock.

  My cheeks hollowed as I loved my girlfriend's dick. I bobbed up and down her shaft the way she would, working my lips along that girth. I sucked every time, making her groan. Her tits jiggled in her bodice.

  She licked her lips as I blew her. I bobbed my head, working my lips along her shaft. I twisted my head so her sensitive crown would brush along different parts of the inside of my mouth. My tongue danced, gathering more and more of her precum.

  “Oh, yes, my princess knows how to give head,” she moaned. “Ooh, you're making my pussy clench and... and... I think I can cum. Ooh, yes, yes, futa-jizz is building in my ovaries. I'm going to drown you in spunk!”

  My eyes widened at those words. I whimpered and sucked harder on her dick. I... wanted it.

  “Yes, yes, you're my slutty princess tonight,” she moaned, her hips moving, pumping her girl-cock in and out of my mouth. “You want my cum.”

  I did.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Aphrodite's Futa Discovery Collection 2

  Aphrodite's Futa Discovery Collection 1

  Futa's Naughty Quest Collection

  Aphrodite U's Naughty Performance Collection

  Futa's Paradise Dream Collection

  Futa Judge's Naughty Courtroom Collection

  Gender Swaps' Futa Support Group Collection

  JoBeth's Futa Adventure Collection

  Futa's Naughty Spa Date Collection

  Naughty Trick or Futa Treat

  Futa Halloween Treat 1

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Naughty Trick or Futa Treat

  Hades – Goddess of the Underworld

  The store's interior sprouted around us, a forest growing into a splendor of Halloween delights. My queen, Persephone, strode through the aisles of merchandise that sprang up around us. Racks of naughty Halloween costumes appeared while stacks of festive decorations blossomed on shelves. She smiled as she sauntered through the growing store, nodding her head at her crops. Skeletons, witches, and pumpkins abounded. Fake cobwebs appeared in the ceiling.

  I grinned in satisfaction of my wife's harvest as I strode through the manifestation of the underworld. It was October 31st. A night was dedicated to the transition between life and death. From the surface to the underworld.

  It was my night.

  I swept through my store, my heels clicking on the floor. I was used to being a woman, transformed by Aphrodite's machinations thousands of years ago. I glanced at my wife, her blonde hair swaying around her shoulders. She was dressed like a queen in a magnificent dress of soft blue-white, her large breasts on display in her wide-swept neckline. Her heavy tits bounced and jiggled. She had a magnificent crown on her forehead studded with diamonds and sapphires, the riches of the underworld decorating her body.

  “What do you think, my wife?” she asked facing me, her green eyes glowing. She licked her lush lips.

  “That there will be plenty of tricks and treats tonight,” I said, glancing at the costumes. I created each one of them, bathing them in the waters of Asphodel and weaving my magic into them. “Aphrodite's having her fun, so let's have ours.”

  “Zeus will hate this,” Persephone said. “Demeter is active in the world again. She might realize I'm here.”

  “She can't have you,” I said, caressing my wife's cheek. “You are mine. My queen.”

  Color fluttered across her cheeks. “Your queen, my wife.” She slipped her arms around my neck, our breasts pressing together. I had almost forgotten ever being a god. “But what about Zeus?”

  “I am the ruler of the Underworld. This is the night of the dead. It is my domain. He has no say in it.”

  She leaned into kiss me with the doors whisked open. Alarm chimed. I shivered, a heat rippling through my pussy. Our customers were here.

  I broke away to see the young couple, the man tall, brown hair, muscular and fit. The type of virile masculinity cast in the mold of Zeus. I smiled at him. He didn't answer, his head lowered, his hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched inward. He didn't want to be here. The girl was blonde, a naughty grin on her face, her eyes bright. She shone with fertility, youthful and delicious.

  The type of woman Zeus sought to deflower.

  I smiled as my wife and I sauntered over to them. They were in need of costumes for tonight. They came to the right place. When the day died and became the next, at the transition from life to death, change would happen.

  One naughty trick would occur.

  One great treat if they embraced the changes coming tonight.

  “I have the perfect strap-on for her,” Persephone whispered as the blonde led her boyfriend to us. “She'll be such a sexy futa.”

  I shivered, remembering watching Aphrodite with her futa-dick fuck my wife on Lesbius twenty-five hundred years ago. The one time Persephone enjoyed her lover's cock. I knew the consequences that would happen to me when Persephone returned to the Underworld in a fury at Aphrodite.

  I succumbed anyways, springing Aphrodite's trap. I was gender-swapped. I couldn't help myself. I was too hard from watching my wife and queen writhe with the world's first futa. Now I would give that thrill to others. I put on a smile, the guy's eyes falling on my large tits swelling my low-cut, black dress.

  “Welcome,” I purred.

  * * *

  Carter/Slutty Princess Rose

  I stared at myself in the mirror. Persephone said this was the right costume. That it would fit me perfectly. She was right. I just didn't want to be wearing it. I shook my head, the pink dress rustling around me. It was the Slutty Princess Rose costume. Yes, that was its exact name.

  No pretense over what this costume was about.

  It looked weird on me, my shoulders broad and masculine. I could see my hairy chest in the low-cut neckl
ine. The fake tits implants, which came with the outfit, swelled the bodice so it looked like I had big boobs. Thigh-high stockings clad my muscular legs, held up by a garter belt. Finally, I had a tiara perched atop my short hair.

  It was obvious I was a guy badly looking like a girl.

  “Come on, Princess Rose,” my girlfriend, Winny, shouted. That was short for Winifred, but she would kill anyone who called her that. “Let's go. The party's about to start.”

  “You're having too much fun with this,” I moaned, my thighs whisking together as I shuddered. The caress of silk stockings filled the air. I shifted in the heels, my ankles tottering. They fit my large feet, though my toes felt pinched. “Do I really have to do this?”

  “Bet's a bet,” she said, opening the door to the bathroom. “Oh, honey, aren't you just a pretty princess?”

  I glanced at her and groaned at the sight of her cell phone aimed at me, recording this for posterity. My cheek burned. I wanted to hide my face as she sauntered in wearing her Tinkerbell outfit, given to her by the other owner of Cerberus, the Halloween shop we visited a few hours ago. My girlfriend looked great in her outfit, that short, green dress fitting her slender body, her round breasts filling out the low-cut bodice. Diaphanous wings thrust out behind her, her blonde hair falling in waves about her mischievous face.

  She looked like a fairy today.

  “I don't believe in faeries,” I muttered as she filmed me.

  “Are you trying to kill me?” Winny asked, amusement in her voice. “How utterly unladylike, Princess Rose.”

  My cheeks burned. “Please, call me Carter.”

  “Nope, you're Princess Rose tonight. It's Halloween. Embrace it.”

  “I don't want to embrace it,” I muttered. “I got fake tits and... These panties are riding up into my ass and pinching my balls. I can't believe it came with panties. Is that normal?”

  “Mine came with this thong,” she said, lifting the front of her skirt, showing off that thin strip of green that fell down to cover her pussy.

  My dick throbbed in the silky panties.

  “I shaved and everything,” she said. “I'm a sexy Tinkerbell.”

  I groaned.

  “You lost the bet,” she said. “I put my ass on the line, and you put your pride.” She giggled. “You lost to a girl.”

  “You chose FANG for me to play,” I groaned. “How did you even know that's one of the worst characters of Street Fighter?”

  “Research,” she said. “You were cocky and said I could pick your player. Bets a bet. You're a man. You can be in drag for the night. Now let's go.”

  “Fine, fine,” I muttered.

  “You will have quite the fun night when the day dies,” Persephone had said as she rang up the purchases, her green eyes staring into mine. “Tricks and treats abound tonight. What will you receive?”

  “Not having a fun night,” I muttered in answer to the question asked hours ago. The day had already died. It was dark outside.

  “Oh, don't be a big baby,” Winny said. “I have a treat for you tonight.” A smoky purr entered her voice. “You're going to enjoy it.”

  I shivered, my dick twitching again. “Oh, yeah?”

  “I've always wanted to fuck a princess.”

  * * *

  I felt so self-conscious at the party. The music thudded through the house. Salomé was hosting, the Hispanic girl dressed as a dominatrix. Her outfit was at odds with her bright smile as she ran around the house, making sure the snacks were stocked, the beer was plentiful, and the music was thumping with spooky Halloween music.

  So, Thriller played a lot.

  Everyone kept glancing at me and grinning. I felt the panties riding up my ass again. I reached behind me, pulling out his outfit of my crack through my skirt. They were so tight compared to any underwear I'd worn, my balls pressed against my taint, my dick pinned vertical ahead of me. I wobbled around on my heels, my feet killing me after two hours.

  “Your highness,” Brett said. He was dressed as a pirate. He already had the long, sandy-blond hair to match the roguish look. He swept a bow, a big grin on his face, his one good eye, the other covered by a patch with the skull and crossbones on it, flicking me up and down. “You are looking gorgeous this evening.”

  “Asshole,” I muttered.

  “I may be an uncouth pirate, but I am stirred by the beauty of the legendary Princess Rose,” he continued as he stood. He rested his hand on his slender sword hanging at his waist, gripping the cheap, plastic handle. “You have captured my heart with your radiance, your highness. Your bosom has caught my attention.”

  “I'm going to punch you,” I growled, hands on my hips.

  “You can't have her,” Deforest said, the grinning, Black guy sauntered over. He was dressed as a cop, his large frame filling it out. He was a huge guy, tall, a basketball player on our college's team. “Your highness, allow me to arrest this jackass and prove my love for you.”

  “I'll punch you, too, Deforest,” I said, glaring at him.

  “Mmm, such a crass princess,” purred Eliza. The redhead was dressed as a sexy vampire, that Vampirella look. The heeled books, the black leather leotard with the flaring shoulder pads, her large breasts jiggling in her low-cut top. She had fishnet stockings cladding her sleek legs. “Mmm, but that's okay.” Her fake fangs flashed as she grinned. “We can find a quiet corner, and I can give you immortality. You can stay young and beautiful forever.”

  “Ooh, back off, Vampirella,” my girlfriend said. She darted over. “This is my princess. I made her with my fairy magic.” She hooked her arm in mind and winked at the guys. “Sorry, boys, she's taken by me.”

  “That just makes it hotter,” groaned Bret. “What do you think, Hunter?”

  Hunter was dressed like a Jedi in the brown robes, though he'd lost his lightsaber. He pushed up his glasses, looking up from talking with Nellisa, the Black girl dressed like a sexy nurse. Her dark skin contrasted with the crisp white of her uniform.

  “What?” Hunter asked.

  “Stop drooling over Nellisa,” Deforest said. “She's not giving you a sponge bath tonight.”

  “Well, if you keep hitting on the princess, who else can I play with?” Nellisa asked, her voice throaty, an arch smile crossing her plump lips. “Although, Princess Rose is hot. Maybe I'll give her a sponge bath. Play with those big tits.”

  My cheeks burned.

  “Well, I knew you were a pussy, Princess,” Deforest said, “when I heard Winny kicked your ass in Street Fighter. Now you really are.”

  “She didn't kick my ass,” I groaned, my cheeks burning. “It was a close call. And I was playing FANG.”

  “And?” Bret asked. “I remember your twitter post that read: 'Bout to kick Winny's ass at Street Fighter. Getting that ass tonight. #AnalIsBestSex.' That ring any bells?”

  “Mmm, anal is best sex?” Winny asked. Her blue eyes twinkled as she nudged her hip against me, rustling our skirts together. “Well, I promised you a special treat tonight.”

  I swallowed. “Really?”

  “Damn, are you letting the princess strap one on and fuck you?” Bret asked. “At least she'll have a bigger cock that way.”

  “My cock's not small,” I growled. “Bigger than yours.”

  “Oh, your cock is just fine,” Winny said, patting my hand. “Mmm, let me go get the surprise.”

  She sauntered away, my eyes falling on her ass in that tight skirt. Her gossamer wings fluttered behind her. She looked so hot as Tinkerbell. My dick throbbed. I hoped it was lube she was getting. It was worth it to wear this dumb outfit and listen to everyone make fun of me if it meant I could break in my girlfriend's asshole.

  “Is she really going to let you fuck her up the ass?” asked Bret.

  “No way,” Lyssa said. She was dressed like a genie in blue pantaloons that were transparent, her legs bleeding through the material. Her stomach was left bare, her belly piercing dangling down her pale flesh. The sapphire on it glinted as she shifted. �
��She's messing with you, Princess Rose. She's not doing it here at the party.”

  “Yeah, that's something I would do,” Eliza said, the sultry vampiress winking at me.

  My dick twitched. Was she implying she'd let me fuck her up the ass.

  “Don't be jealous when she appears with a bigger strap-on than your dick,” Deforest said. “She'll want to enjoy a cock as big as mine for a change.”

  “Naw, she won't have a strap-on,” Hunter said. He pushed up his glasses. “If it's anal she wants, she'd prefer a small cock, so Princess Rose's will work just fine.”

  “You're all assholes,” I muttered, my cheeks red. “I don't care. I'm getting anal tonight.”

  “Yes, you are,” Winny purred, marching back into the room.

  “Oh, my fucking god,” Nellisa gasped.

  “Oh, damn,” Salomé said, the dominatrix freezing with a bowl of fresh chips held in her hand.

  “What?” I asked, Bret and Deforest in the way.

  Deforest looked back over his shoulder and laughed. “Oh, damn, Winny, that's fucked up. I love it.”

  “What?” I asked, an anxious whine entering my voice.

  Deforest and Bret stepped aside, both of them busting out with laughter. Hunter joined them a moment later. Nellisa giggled and Lyssa clutched her bare belly as peals of mirth burst from her lips, her face turning red behind her transparent veil.

  Winny marched up, hands on her hips, a big grin on her face. She wore a strap-on dildo that thrust out from beneath her skirt. The thick, fleshy dildo's tip was aimed right at me, the shaft beige, the tip painted red.

  “See, anal,” she said, grinning at me. “Time to get pegged, Princess Rose.”

  “What?” I gasped as my girlfriend strolled to me, stroking that thick dildo. Her legs flashed as she sauntered to me, her breasts jiggling in her low-cut bodice. She had such a gleam in her blue eyes. “The fuck I'm letting you do that.”

  “Oh, so I have to let you fuck me up the ass, but you're not willing to let me?” she asked. “I mean, you have such a hot ass in that skirt. Mmm, you're making me so hard.” She grinned, shaking her cock at me. “See.”