Chapter 1: Cucking the Murderous Rabbit
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AN: I had this idea, just bear with it as it is quite hilarious. Involves a well-meaning thug from the Hood, a serial killer's comeuppance, some fucking, and a good ending for the kids.
Your name is Jerome Brickman. You are a tall respectable fellow of the local community, which so happen to be the local Hood.
While that may imply you are a ill-meaning fellow, you never joined any of them gangs and your worst offense is beating punks that don't get it.
Without a hint of shame, you are a mama's boy. Your mama is an angel as she took care of your dumb ass when your dad left for Vegas.
Woman took care of you, taught you stuff, and aimed at you to places that made you a tough but well-meaning fellow.
The gym, the school, the boxing ring, and even the bank to find a job. You were a good guard and were paid a lot of good cash for your size.
That being said, you still were a kid at heart - you loved the damn chocolate from Halloween. And the only reasons your mama forbid you is because folks around put razors in their candies.
Which is Hella sad.
Still, you are a smart guy and you realize just in time for this year's Halloween that there's other places to go and do some trick-or-treating.
You prepare an essay so mama sees you did your research. She ultimately thinks it's fine since 'her big boy can handle this just fine'.
The praise makes you giddy and you stick to get a proper costume. You decide to dress up as an IRS agent.
Who wouldn't fear such an entity?
Halloween comes, and you feel like a giddy kid again. You are off to a nice raid of chocolate and candy bars.
You don't expect things to go Hella Sweeter than that.
Your name is Rachel Waterman- actually it's now Sheep Witch.
You kind of blame your husband for turning you into a literal goat/black sheep woman due to his obsession with voodoo.
It's to make kids! You believed him since the sex life had been quite tame for years now.
You know that rabbits can fuck a lot, and sheeps can be bred a lot. You think this is smart, which is a rare light from the dim plans of your husband.
And... Jack- you mean, Pumpkin Rabbit of course did this because he is a murderous man. And wants to kill kids.
Why?
Well, had this happened a decade ago, Rachel would have filed for divorce before the first murder. But now?
You have invested too many years. And your husband has always this giddy horny mood after killing her victims.
You think this would have led to some babies but... Oddly so, even with all the fertility enhancers used on yourself, your bunny man fails to do his job and put a bun in your oven.
You constantly think about your mother. She always made her displeasure over your choice.
Jack is too bark and little bite. He doesn't have a good stable job. He is a good smiler, but a terrible liar.
His dick is small.
That one, you are willing to bet, was a rather impressive guess. Jack was just... Average, you suppose.
Still, you pinned for this choice and you are unsure if you won anymore.
After years of trick or treating ending up in murders, you are now waiting for a change and... This happens as you hear someone ringing at the door for the usual candy-offering.
Looking through the peephole, you expect a kid or two, not... A beefy muscular chest owner by a black man.
Strangely enough, the sight makes your brain silly. Maybe it's the fertility pills getting to you, maybe it's your unfulfilling marriage, or maybe this sheep body reacted to this big bull.
In a quick-thinking moment, your clawed hand grasp your simple pink dress, an anniversary gift from your husband, and you rip it away.
Soon you are 'ready' to handle this one 'naughty boy'. You are a bit nervous over your modest breasts, but you are aware men of this kind love the kind of big ass you have.
The door opens.
"Trick or treat, big boy~?"
Your name is Pumpkin Rabbit, and you sure are having a jolly time!
It's Halloween again, the best time of the year. You have just finished readying your hooks, knives, and even your chairs.
So many used chairs by the bodies of your victims!
It stank, but it was a good stench of hard labor. If only your wifey could get your point but... Oh well.
You pause as you hear the doorbell. The first victim was here!
You rush upstairs, ignoring the creaky old wood of the stairs as they can handle your weight just fine. And soon you are before the first victim.
Who happens to not be a kid but a big man.
You also notice your wife is not wearing her nice pink dress, perhaps accepting your notion of embracing their new nature but...
He could do that because the groin fur was enough to hide his penis, but hers couldn't hide her modesty.
How unusual.
You also feel weird to see your wife laugh at this man, Jerome's jokes. He is dressing as an IRS agent, which is not the usual costume logic you appreciate.
Still, today seems interesting as you never killed a grown man who happens to be a black fellow twice your size.
Your wife flashes an odd annoyed look that further confuses you as you introduce yourself to Jerome. He doesn't seem annoyed, rather he appeared very friendly and even shook your hand.
You still can't help but feel tense at how strong of a shake game Jerome has.
After a while, the offer to stay over the night for more candy is made. By Sheep Witch.
...
Could it be she finally accepted your hobbies?
This makes you eager as you plot to kill the black man and then give your wifey six minutes of pure rabbit breeding compared to the usual five.
You instruct Jerome to stay in his room as 'strange things tend to happen to naughty kids'. He shrugs and nods at your warnings, thanking you.
For a moment, you feel bad as the guy was clearly a nice fellow but...
A murder is a murder.
You got ready in the basement, giddily waiting for Jerome to check at Sheep Witch's cue.
...
It's then two hours and you are very confused as Jerome doesn't check the basement. Maybe it was a rare situation where his wife failed to convince him to see the place.
What a shame!
Still, you decide to check. You slowly pace upstairs, make it to the second floor and you find Jerome's room.
A frown appears on your face together with a feeling sinking in your stomach as you hear noises.
Moans and the bed growing under heavy strain.
You place your ear on the door and you clearly hear your wife's moaning Jerome's name.
The door slowly opens, just enough to reveal the horrible truth.
Bouncing on hard black dick, your wife's getting rawdogged by Jerome. His hands on her big ass, his mouth suckling on her breasts, and her face showing way more pleasure than she ever did any time you fucked her.
You are angry. And hard. But mostly furious.
Stomping away, you refused for this hooligan to claim your wife. She was yours!
You remember you have a chainsaw in the basement, and you rush to get it.
In your haste, you don't see the loose knife that you had dropped last time you left the basement and trip on it.
Your voice is caught in your throat as you are sent flying... Onto some hooks fixed on the ceiling. You yelp in agony, trying to remove the cold iron cutting onto your rabbit flesh but... This only causes you to fall down on the chairs.
The fall didn't kill you, but you broke your legs ans your body is fiercely stabbed by wooden shards. The rotting blood mixes with you as you scream against one for the corpses, unable to make your pain known as the night goes by and...
Your wife forgets you as your die by your own tools and sins, riding black cock and getting her wish granted.
Your name is Tammy and you hate stupid Duckie.
She ditched you last minute, so now you are stuck doing trick or treating alone.
Well, more candy for yourself!
You decide to visit left and right until you finally stop at your favourite place: the Brickmans!
They married last year and you only see Mr. Brickman around since 'his wifey is busy with her pregnancy'.
That was cool since Mr. Brickman said he would eventually pay her to babysit their kids, so more money for her to buy cool games!
Ringing at their bell, you are soon greeted by Mrs. Brickman. Always in her sheep costume, but this one looks more adapted to her late stage pregnancy from the way her big belly was.
Instead of a witchy dress, she was wearing a tank top and a skirt.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Tammy. How are you, darling?"
"Hungry for candy, Mrs. Brickman!"
The goat lady chuckled. "It's Rachel, Hun. And I guess you wanted to catch a look on my husband too."
You feel your cheeks flush at the mention. While you wouldn't go as far as to say you wanna marry Mr. Brickman, he was the kind of man you would want to marry.
But as he said all the time, you needed to look for 'dudes your age'.
"Did someone mention me?" Mr. Brickman called as he soon appeared beside his wife, leaning to kiss her much to the Sheep Witch's happiness.
It was such a cute sight.
"Hiya, Mr. Brickman."
"Tammy, how's school?"
You pouts. "Lame."
You are soon rewarded with the best candy. No one knows that, but you are well-liked by the couple since you are one of the most frequent kids passing by to get candy.
Most were just put off by Mr. Brickman because he looks 'tall and scary', but you know they are just a bunch of morons!
However, as you live to resume your hunt, you notice Mrs. Brickman has dropped an odd book in your pumpkin box.
Voodoo and you: Basic Steps for spells - Check Pg. 42!
AN
Potential Oneshot, maybe twoshots if there's interest in adding in a loli for part 2.