Sweet Sweet Mischief

--artwork by whateverchan-- Jessica stood puzzled in front of the largest costume house in the state. For how renowned it was it was very derelict. The brick masonry construction gave off an old office building or schoolhouse vibe. It had to be the right place though, as she saw costumes peering out the many windows.

The easily amused redhead was not impressed.

“Flying Witch Costume Service. Such a professional sounding name for such a dump.”

Jessica was on the hunt for a Halloween outfit that fit her prankster spirit. This holiday always brought the trickster out of her. She had always been a bit mischievous, but she really let loose this time of year.

“Well, doesn’t hurt to give it a chance.” She said, regaining some of her optimism.

She was much more impressed by what she saw upon entering the store. The brick wall interior was cleaner than its exterior sibling, and the floor was well polished marble with autumn flavored carpets spread about it aimlessly. More eye-catching were the hundreds and hundreds of costumes littering the space. Wooden racks, shelves and antique dressers lined the walls, holding seemingly every conceivable type of costume—it was never ending! It looked chaotic, yet there was clearly some organization at work. One spot had a mass of magical, bright, fairy type outfits, while another held mostly ratty clothes with earthy shades.

She weaved her way through the labyrinth setup—self-made aisles created by the sporadic arrangement of furniture. The deeper she went, the more clustered and covered the walls and floor became. How was she ever to choose a costume!?

Jessica traced the path of appealing attire with her gaze until she locked onto a pair of bewitching eyes and the elaborately dressed woman they belonged to—the shopkeeper she assumed. The woman’s eyes were a deep purple, with long, thick eyelashes half-hiding them. She wore a draping, gothic style top with a high, upward cut midriff and short, spider net sleeves. A tight fitting black, gothic skirt that matched her top, lingered slightly above her black, high-heeled boots. She wore an abundance of gold bracelets that excessively jangled every time she moved beyond a simple budge. Her long, thick, blonde hair was puffed out considerably and fell all the way down her back to where it was tightly tied down right above her firm bottom. She possessed a rare beauty— drop-dead gorgeous to put it lightly.

“Oh? Hello. Welcome. Is there any way I can assist you?” The shopkeeper asked. Her voice sounded gravely and disinterested, like she was going through the motions after a long, boring day. “Let me guess... a superhero costume for the kid?”

Jessica looked so painfully drab to the shopkeeper. Scanning her over, she didn’t expect much from her. Jessica was slim, small-chested, with a mild smile that clashed with her more aloof gaze; looked like any ol’ office lady with her muted, blue pencil skirt and white button up dress-shirt. The shopkeeper figured she had simply snagged her 5th mom Halloween shopping after work. The most striking feature Jessica possessed was her red hair.

“Oh, god no. I’d make a terrible parent, heh heh.”

“Another sexy spin on a classic? Sexy nurse? Little Red? Nun?”

“You been getting a lot of those today?”

“Yes…” the shopkeeper mumbled as she fell into a deeper slouch on the service counter. Her eyes remained ever-captivating though, keeping a watchful eye on Jessica as if they were waiting for something.

“A shame,” Jessica said. “Halloween should be a time for creativity, to let out your wild side. Just let out who you truly are, hee hee.”

The shopkeeper perked up a bit as she watched her customer frolicking from costume to costume. She could tell Jessica was admiring the deeper aspects, what each outfit intended to portray of its wearer.

“But what do I know? Maybe a ton of people feel like a sexy nurse inside, hah!”

The shopkeeper stood up, her eyes wide open and attentive. This woman was different. She sensed an impish spirit hidden beneath the office woman facade. She saw what she had hoped to see… a worthy customer.

“I can see you have a passion for costumes.” The shopkeeper said. She strolled out from behind the counter, arms behind her back, following the spirited, perusing Jessica. Her speech became slower and more alluring. “A costume is an escape. An escape from everyday life. To become someone else…”

Jessica felt a little uneasy with the shopkeeper stalking her about all of a sudden.

“Tell me… uh?” the shopkeeper said, fishing for a name.

“Jessica.”

“Jessica. Who are you this Halloween? What costume is right for you?”

“Heh, well. I’m a bit of a trickster you could say,” Jessica admitted with satisfaction. “I love playing pranks at the office, especially with my hunk of a co-worker Dennard—I wonder if he’ll ever get the hint? He and some of the others scare so easy, ha ha! I usually dress up for Halloween in something simple. Just a little something to add to my antics!”

“So what is in the works this year, if you don’t mind me prying?

Jessica brought her hand to her chin and scanned the many outfits around her and said, “Well… I’m going to put an iguana in one of my worker’s desk drawers. Heh ha ha! Oh, it’ll be great!”

“Sounds thoroughly amusing.” The shopkeeper said with an increasingly devilish grin.

There she goes looking at me weird again. Jessica thought. She found the shopkeeper very odd, but appreciated her interest in her hobby.

“Well, I haven’t bought the scaly guy yet. Was hoping to actually head out after I was done here.”

“Do not worry.  I have just the thing for you.”

The shopkeeper walked back behind her desk and to the wall where she opened a hidden passageway.

“This is where I keep my most prized collection,” The shopkeeper said.

Jessica couldn’t help but feel privileged. Surely the thing she was looking for was stashed away in there.

A few minutes later the Shopkeeper returned.

“So lizards and mischief are your game? I also feel an energetic, more chaotic side of you…”

“You wish.” Jessica said, slightly flattered—she never thought of herself as a punky, rebellious chick that could do whatever she pleased. Her pranks were her outlet, and that was enough for her.

“Here you are my dear,” the shopkeeper said while presenting an odd cowl. It was a green hood that resembled a reptilian face—lizard or dragon, it was hard to tell. It was not attached to any larger garment, being simply a headpiece. The opening was essentially the creature’s mouth, sharp teeth lining the upper inner border of the hood. 2 large, yellow eyes with snake-like slits bulged out on each side. A long, feathery mane fell down from the back of the cowl, almost as long as Jessica was tall. “May you embody mischief itself on your day of—”

“Woah! It’s beautiful! Perfect!” Jessica screamed. She yanked the item out from the woman’s hands.

“There is that enthusiasm,” The shopkeeper pointed out. “It’s time you let go of your restraints.”

“Uh huh…? Anyways! How much do I owe you!?

“Twenty Dollars.”

***

Back home  Jessica hurriedly undressed. The iguana she bought after her trip to the costume store sat on her bed along with her dragon hoodie. She was almost ready for her day of debauchery tomorrow, but she needed to decide on an outfit to match her reptilian motif. She seemed to be settling on a frilly, green top and blue skirt with red stockings.

“No… think more abssssurd my dear.”

Jessica froze for a moment. She could’ve sworn she heard a strange voice whispering to her. Thinking she had imagined it, she continued the excavation of her closet.

“No, this won’t do! Hm, maybe if I tore up a few of these shirts and leggings. That should give me a crazed look.”

A soft, fuzzy material began to coil around Jessica’s legs. She didn’t think too much of it at first—she had a pile of clothes gathering at her feet. She then shivered a bit, as the sensation traveled up her back.

The strange voice she thought was an illusion suddenly hissed in her ear, “I ssssmell it in you… Ssssuch potential.”

“What the—gah! Aggh!”Jessica screamed in pain.

The green hoodie she had bought was coiled around her leg, and the top just bit down onto her head. The teeth felt very real, so real that they dug into her skull and even bit off the tip of her left ear above her silver clip-on earing. She tried to rip the hood off, but it only brought her more pain. The teeth were firmly dug in.

She backed up in horror, feeling a pounding in her head as if something heavy and chunky was being pumped into it, weighing her down and throwing her off balance slightly. The green tail of the hoodie was wrapped tightly around her leg, doing its best to keep her steady.

“What the fuck is going on!?” Jessica shrieked.

She couldn’t see them, but the veins in her head and side of her face were bulging grotesquely out. The dragon cowl’s teeth were indeed pumping something strange into her. The veins near her forehead and eyes were the most prominently swollen.

“Yessss… I sssense it. Ssssuch naughtinesssss buried within you girl…” The serpentine voice said, its words echoing not only within the room but Jessica’s thoughts as well.

“Wha, what is this!? What the hell, agh! My head! Get out of my head!”

Devious images that Jessica had kept buried as fantasies began to spread like wildfire, slowly overwhelming her thoughts. Her cancelled plan to fill her boss’ office with balloons was there, and the absurd fantasy of bending and folding people’s bodies into origami creations was there as well. No matter how trivial or extreme the idea, they all filled her mind. It was as if the entity that was attacking her was showing her all her most mischievous desires, forcing her to indulge.

“Ha, haha! My god!” Jessica laughed. Being her own desires, they brought an instinctual, joyful reaction out of her. Yet, she could clearly sense the sinister intent at work. She begged for it to stop as she struggled to keep the puckish side of her relishing in the visions in check.

“You’ll make a fine vessssel indeed… Embracccce it girl.” The devious entity hungrily said, sounding as if it were salivating.

“No! Please stop! I can’t, ha ha! That’s ash, not chocolate milk mix silly, aha! Gah! Stop!”

“Let me in Jesssssica!”

“Uhn! This isn’t me! This isn’t, heh, ha ha! A human shish kabob!? Pfft, with a narwhal horn!? Aha ha! Help me! Help me!”

“But it isss you Jesssica… let it out…

“No! Ahah! No, no, no! Jessica cried, her mouth slowly curling into a smile the more she said it, hearing the entities’ voice overlapping her own. “No, no, no no no no no!”

Her bulbous veins pulsated violently, the red veins in her eyes crackling in towards her pupils.

“Let us make sssweet, sssweet missssschief…” The demonic entity moaned while it rooted itself within its vessel. Its voice sounded much more like Jessica’s own voice now.

Immediately something within Jessica snapped, and her face contorted. Her left eye tweaked out, twitching at a very fast pace. All color faded from the pupil, and it became a grey, lifeless tone, its shape turning into a reptilian slit. Her right eye flew as wide open as it could and held there, rarely blinking. Its pupil turned gold like the color of the dragon hood’s eyes, though it didn’t turn into a slit like the other pupil. Her mouth lifted into an extreme curl towards the right side of her face as she cackled softly.

Shivering with excitement, Jessica stuttered, “Y-y-yes, yes! S-sweet, sweet m-mischief! Ha ha ha!”

Her laughing was momentarily interrupted by her body jerking into a hunchback position, then jolting forward with her chest puffing out. Her bodily motions were overly animated. As she violently contorted, she began to change, smiling madly the entire time and giggling in anticipation of what was to come.

Right as she began to change, her bulging veins finally receded and the teeth of the hoodie retracted from her head. Jessica— the new Jessica—was in control now. Her uproarious laughter filled the room.

Jessica had been attractive by most standards, but she felt her body deserved a more youthful, punkish appearance. Her complexion became smoother and slightly paler, and her height fell down an inch or two. Her red hair became even more vibrant than before, the tomboyish cut peeking out from under the hoodie, bangs falling in her face, swept mostly to the right side. Her small chest pushed forward and gained some extra heft. She actually had noticeable cleavage now, not an extreme change though. She also got more curvature around her waist and hips, but not enough to push things too far away from her petite form.

“Eugh, agh!” Jessica shrieked, as she felt her face contort once more. It would seem her burgeoning madness hadn’t reached its full form.

Her spasming left eye closed shut, and her right eye held open, the pupil darting around in glee. Jessica’s nose became small and extremely pointed. Her canine teeth clattered as they sharpened and grew out to the size of vampire fangs.

“BLEH!” Jessica blurted out, her tongue enlarging into a longer, flatter shape.

The changes finished, Jessica stood naked, fidgeting with her hands, her large tongue sticking out like a cartoon character, prominent fanged teeth showing. Her unique eyes personified the chaos now ruling over her thoughts. Her twitching, faded left eye represented her fractured former self, and her vigilant, golden right eye represented her new outlook on the world—scheming wherever it looked.

Jessica could feel it; she was finally free. She was mischief itself, it now ran through her veins. No longer would she be held down by her former limitations, she could have whatever fun she pleased. Feeling her new powers simmering within her gut she wished to bring them on a test run. Seeing that she was still naked, she figured a new wardrobe made sense. While staring at her pile of clothes she hatched an idea.

“Come at me!” Jessica barked—a sort of show-me-what-you-got to the clothing.

The entire pile of clothing was willed to life by Jessica’s new powers, then jumped onto her, covering her completely and throwing her onto the bed. She made the sentient clothing violate her as it fought over the proper look for her. So much cloth, lace, and other textured material gliding across her smooth, sensitive skin, her erect, vulnerable tits, and her wet, throbbing pussy. She was so worked up and couldn’t think of a more comical way to let off some steam. She felt especially pleased by her longer-sleeved shirts fighting over her torso, groping at her breasts. The real kicker came when some of her leggings battled between her legs—some of them flossing between her butt cheeks, while others slithered their way inside her sex. Her clothes wouldn’t let her screams of pleasure unleash, a couple scarfs plugging her mouth.

Her reality bending powers were truly amazing. She wondered how far she could take things. She arched her back, as she felt certain articles of clothing finally wiggling their way onto her. Which one of her lovelies would win out?

Finally, it was done; she was dressed underneath the gang-banging garments. The clothing went limp and lifeless, their job finished.

“Hyah! Dressed for the big day!” she said in a spirited, childish tone.

She leapt off the bed and onto her feet in a noodle-bodied fashion, a shit-eating grin on her face.

Her green hoodie was now attached to a navy blue vest with zipper. A simple, black skirt ran halfway down her thighs. She was also was wearing mismatched red and green sneakers and long, striped stockings—red and dark red—of which the one on her right leg was torn. She had a long sleeved glove that matched her stockings on her left arm as well as a spike stud bracelet. A black fingerless glove was on her right hand. The whole look was crazy and unpredictable, like she had become.

“Sssshow time!”

***

It was Halloween night, and two police officers, Rick and Garret, were camped out in their police car. They had lucked out—not a single call for them the entire afternoon. Their area seemed at peace, kids and parents out enjoying Halloween Trick-or-Treat and not a whiff of foul play, something the two of them had unfortunately grown accustomed to the last few years during the holiday.

“Looks like we’ve got easy street this year.” Garret chuckled.

“Yeah… can’t say the same for Willis.” Rick responded.

“What happened to him?”

“You didn’t hear? He got called into an office the other day down on National. Some crazy woman let loose some sort of giant lizard in the office. Said it looked more like a monster. I guess the woman also raped some poor guy too.”

“Jeez. Where do these people crawl out from?”

Suddenly, the sound they hoped they wouldn’t hear—the police radio—clicked on, and a voice layered in static said, “Calling all nearby units. Be advised that we have reports of a 415 over by—”

Garret slouched in his seat and grumbled, “Well, ready to get this over with?”

“Oh shut it,” Rick replied. “It is probably just some Halloween prankster at it again. This’ll be quick.”

However, they were completely unprepared for the scene they came upon. They quickly learned the direction the culprit went in from a witness, though it would’ve been easy enough to follow the trail of destruction.

They came across a parent and his kid lying on the street in disarray. The dad had a bite in his neck that looked reminiscent of a vampire bite. He seemed in a daze, unable to stand up or speak clearly. Near him was his kid, who had a light brown substance covering his mouth. It must have been stuck to him, because he was desperately trying to claw it off. Rick tried his best to calm the kid down, said that help was on the way and that they would get him checked out.

“What the hell is that?” Garret asked.

“It... looks like caramel,” Rick said. “Caramel that glued his mouth shut…”

“I don’t like the look of this. We got a house on fire across the street here. You let dispatch know of the situation right?”

“Yeah, I called it in. Help is on the way. We gotta find the S.O.B. who did this.”

An explosion rang out nearby, and both officers turned to see debris whizzing past their heads, quickly followed by a strangely dressed woman tumbling through the air in slow motion, fixed in a meditative sitting stance.

The weird lady (Jessica) sailed over their heads and said in a raspy tone, “We all float…”

Tongue sticking out and with a huge smile plastered across her face, she continued floating off towards a couple of fleeing people, picking up more speed.

“What in the…?” Garret said, hardly believing his eyes.

“I bet you that’s our culprit.” Rick said. “Let’s get her!”

“Uh, Right!”

They lost Jessica at first, but then heard a scream coming from a nearby yard. They quickly made their way over and were met with the sight of the strange lady once more. This time she had a half-naked man pinned up against a porch fence and was riding his cock ridiculously fast. It looked inhuman the pace she was going at, her hips a blur, as they bucked back and forth into the helpless man—who looked ready to pass out from the thunderous claps of his attacker’s body against his own. She was also engaged in a violent kiss with the man, his neck swollen from her invading tongue. She was brushing her fingers through his hair like a lover would, but this clearly brought no comfort to her victim.

The two cops could only stand in shock, horrified and dumbfounded at what they were witnessing. This was no woman, but some sort of monster.

Jessica gave one last, massive smash into the man’s pelvis and felt his cock unload its custard treat inside her Halloween basket. She mashed into him so hard that his pelvis cracked. Her victim fell to the ground unconscious, and as he did, Jessica’s tongue slipped out of his mouth. It was a long lizard-like tongue a few feet in length that she rolled quickly back into her mouth and then stuck back out—the tongue now looking more human again.

“Trick or…” Jessica said as she stuck her fingers into her quivering pussy, swiped up a bit of the man’s fresh cum, and brought it to her mouth for a taste.“Mmm... treat. Hee hee!”

“FREEZE!” both cops yelled out, their guns pointed at her dead center.

“Rawr…” Jessica said, immediately infatuated with the Rick.

No fear in her eyes, she quickly zipped towards RIck with lightening fast reflexes and grabbed hold of him with her arms and legs, hugging him around his waist.

“I submit to you.” She said, her body lightly grinding against him.

The two cops seized the opportunity and quickly handcuffed the deranged woman.

***

Back in their car and on their way to the station, Rick and Garret finally had a chance to process things. Still, what could they make of this situation? It was unlike anything they’d ever seen.

Garret nervously looked at the backset into Jessica’s crazed eyes and asked, “So, do you have a name?”

Jessica nodded her head fast a few times, her breath shooting loudly out her nostrils during each nod—coming off like an unspoken “yes”.

“Duh-mencia!”

“Dementia?”

“Demencia!

After mischief had claimed her soul, Jessica stopped thinking of herself as merely her same old self. She didn’t have a name anymore. Demencia was simply the first thing that came to mind, so she threw it out there for fun. She did like sound of it.

“What the hell are you?”

“Bringer of CHAOS! She said with humorously booming voice.

Garret turned back forward to talk again with Rick. Neither noticed Demencia violently twitching and contorting in the back seat. She seemed to be growing in size, scales appearing on her skin, teeth growing longer and sharper. It wasn’t until a few moments later when she began gargling while foaming from the mouth that the two cops looked back.

“What the fuck!?” Rick yelled out.

Demencia was changing into a large, reptilian creature, with leathery wings sprouting from her back. Her face pushed out into a draconic muzzle, her maniacal grin growing ever more pronounced as it did. Her body being too big for the vehicle, she busted through the roof while letting out an intimidating roar. The car spun out of control and slid off the side of the road.

Now having shapeshifted into a dragon, Demencia took to the skies, her wings creating mighty gusts that pelted Rick and Garret as they struggled to crawl out of their crashed car. The two watched the monster fly off towards downtown, uproarious laughter echoing through the night sky.

Demencia put some distance between the cops before flying close to the ground and changing back into her form as Jessica. She looked around with glee at several people dressed up, traveling in and out of the downtown bars. She loved parties, but the tone was certainly lacking.

She could fix that. What’s a party without some mischief?