Lamest Halloween story ever...

Story by Elimination Idol

Well, its a bit late. But I'm a lazy bastard.

**AHEM** The following story contains:

transformation,

yuri,

exhibitionism,

public urination,

fellatio performed on futa,

hateful, derogatory language,

bad writing,

and general stupidity.

If at any point, you find this story clever, stop reading immediately, and call a doctor to set an appointment for a MRI.

Still Interested? Well, you've been warned.

Mallory set a down large bag of dry dog food in the trunk of her car. Then, she placed a bag full of toys and treats beside the food, before closing the trunk. She leads Elizabeth, her pet Labrador, to the passenger side, and opens the door. Izzy leaps up onto the seat, as she usually does. Mal brushes a strand of her own brown hair aside before reaching to unclasp Izzy’s leash.

Unbeknownst to Mal, a black cat has caught Izzy’s attention. The second Izzy is free, she leaps passed a surprised Mal to give chase. Mal runs after her, calling “Izzy, come here!” But it’s not long before Izzy’s barks are the only trail Mal has to follow. Mal is no longer sure where she is. But she doesn’t have time to contemplate how a chase that began in the parking lot of a big box specialty pet store ended up in the middle of a dark, wooded, shrub-thick suburb. She can still hear Izzy.

Finally, Mal catches up to Izzy, barking up a tree. She grabs Izzy’s collar, and is about to scold her. “So,” she hears from behind, “it’s YOUR mutt that chased my Kaila.” Mal barely has time to turn to see a blonde girl in a witch costume sneer at her. “I’ll teach you to let such an aggressive beast run amuck!”

Mal doesn’t have time to get a word in edge-wise before she hears Izzy yelp in pain. She looks down to see Izzy looks discolored, and bloated. “I curse your precious pooch to become the most annoying species on Earth.” Before Mal can comprehend what is going on, a raven-haired naked girl about Mal’s age is kneeling before her. She is wearing Izzy’s collar like a choker.

Mal looks around, but the real (apparently) witch is gone. Mal looks back down at the girl, in stunned disbelief. “Izzy?”

The girl looks up, “Yes, master?” Mal couldn’t believe it. Izzy has been turned into a human. In other news, the sky is really far up.

Mal has no idea what to do. Izzy complains “Why does everything look and smell so weird? I can hardly hear anything. I’m scared, master.” Mal doesn’t even have the rational capacity to wonder how Izzy learned English all of a sudden, or why the collar isn’t choking her. So, Mal quickly agrees when Izzy whines, “I wanna go home.”

Mal helps Izzy to stand upright, and they start walking. Mal’s mind is divided between trying to remember which way they came from, and trying to find something to cover Izzy’s new body.

Mal spots a large cloaked figure on someone’s lawn. It looks like a Halloween decoration, judging by the other props on the yard. Mal is unsure about stealing, until Izzy whines, “I’m cold.”

Mal quietly walks up to the hooded inanimate figure. But before she can grab the cloak, she hears “What the hell are you doing?!” Mal turns to the confronting male voice. But before she can explain herself to a Frankenstein costumed man, he yells “My kids are inside! Where the hell are your clothes?!” Mal looks to see that Izzy has followed her onto the lawn, and is squatting. Mal realizes too late that the grass is wet around Izzy’s feet. And it's not water.

He yells as he glares at Izzy, “I don’t know what kind of lesbo dominatrix exhibition shit the two of you have going,” he turns to Mal, “but I curse YOU to lose control.”

Mal blinks, “Wait, what?”

He threatens, “Get the hell away from here, before I call the cops!”

Mal grabs Izzy by the collar, “BAD GIRL!” and pulls her away from the lawn.

“But, master,” Izzy whines.

“Quit calling me that,” Mal snaps back, “guys are called master.”

“Then what do I say, master?” Izzy inquires.

“Mistress,” Mal answers before she realizes what she’s saying, “Oh, nevermind.”

Izzy’s eyes light up as she says “Yes, Mistress O’nevermind!”

Mal stops in her tracks, and turns to face Izzy, “Just stop talking.” At this moment, Mal begins to notice Izzy has a cute face. She has a button nose framed above her cherry lips… Mal shook her head. What the hell was she thinking?

Mal takes Izzy’s hand and continues on her way. As she tries to ignore a funny feeling, she keeps reminding herself that she doesn’t swing that way.

“Mistress O’nevermind,” Izzy whines again, “it feels funny to run on two legs. Please, let me use the other two.”

Suddenly, Mal imagines Izzy on all fours, trying to lick herself… Again, Mal struggles to clear her head. “I told you to stop talking.” They walk awhile longer without much incident, about a minute and a half, to be somewhat precise.

“So cold,” Izzy whines some more. “I feel so cold. Pleas

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