Commissioned by thelazerbird.

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Brittney’s undersized skeleton outfit had served her well so far in this Trick-or-Treat trip of her’s. That massive, welcoming cleavage made many men keen on dropping sweets into her pumpkin pot in an attempt to impress her with their generosity.

But then she took a turn down an unassuming mews to the only lit house and wanted to try her luck at a house that would still be rich in treats for her to take. On the other side of the door was a confused, but delighted, green stallion. He seemed puzzled what to make of this situation, as if no one ever came to knock.

“Trick-or-Treat~!” Brittney exclaimed, but soon realised that the stallion was in a state of undress and was not expecting a visit. He opens the door wider and presents her with a bag of chocolates, but it is overshadowed by a much larger sack of treats hanging further down. He doesn’t seem to realise at first, but Brittney couldn’t help but look. Horses really did seem to have that thing going for them, she thought.

It would have resumed to be a regular night after that, had Brittney not accidentally reached for the wrong container and given the stallion quick a start as fingers tried to reach into his underwear. But he took it warmer than Brittney had expected him to.

He pulled her inside and sat himself on his couch and spread himself wide. “I might as well make it worth your while, since you came so far off the streets to come knocking here~.” His voice radiated with excitement, and Brittney was just wild enough that night to not correct her mistake.

He had offered her a small bag of chocolates, but Brittney would instead enjoy his much larger sack of hot custard or however else she could describe it. And enjoy she did. Over and over, he gave her generous servings of his warm, fertile treats wherever she wanted it. Before she knew it, it was midnight, and then it was morning, and then it was noon. Would it ever end?

Eventually it did, but Halloween seemed long over by then. Brittney left the stallion’s house much fuller than she had entered it, with a noticeable bump to her belly, which made it impossible to properly cover up.

“Same time next year?” the stallion said with a warm tone, as he escorted her out the door, her pumpkin pot now filled to the brim with tasty treats. “Christmas is around the corner, too~.”

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