Triple Threat

Disclaimer: I’m MISOGIRL!!!! Not Daisuke Moriyama . . . as ususal . . . weeping, weeping.

Author’s Note: Bonus!!!! This’ll be short. Like . . . five, eight pages? Probably. IDK, this is mostly for fun anyhoo. BUT! Moving on . . . have fun.

MisoGirl: This . . . Ya . . . mostly on top of my head here . . . so . . . not much talk . . .

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Triple Threat
Bonus Chapter
Halloween Party!

All throughout New York City houses and yards were decorated by grinning pumpkins, cackling witches, and dancing skeletons. On the stores’ windows there were signs of promising deals on candied nuts, sticky bubble-gum, and fun sized bars and lollipops. Fabrics, masks and body art disappeared from various selves, as Mothers where bissy making the last finishing touches on their little fairies and goblins. Wile fathers plotted out safety checks with a fine-toothed comb for the little cavemen and princesses.
The Order on the other hand isn’t in festive spirts. They were bissly suppressing earthly desirers with prayers and bullets. Wile the parentless and forgotten children were forbidden to go out on Hallow eve’s night. Instead they were given chores of scrubbing the tile flooring and polishing every cross and virgin Marry statue to a mirror like shine.
The Order’s newest problems where quiet bissy as well. The most violent of the three was placed in the weapons division, running checks and maintaining performances. The sweet innocent one of them was happily doing all sorts of housewife like activities. Wile the last one was imprisoned in bible studies, chained to a desk with a five-hundred pound bible welded in front of her.
Chrono sighed to himself, knowing how she felt. He himself was stationed here the previous years this time of the year. He glanced up over the top of the manic depressed moneky’s writing at the golden silk blond hair. Her beautiful ocean blue eyes were red and puffy as her neck seems to melt away. A flicker of light indicated that she looked over at him. Flower petals lips curved into a soft smile as her hand slowly lifted her skirt. A red-hot flush burned his cheeks as his eyes popped out and he quickly looked back at the holly scriptures.
“What? Is that more interesting than me?” Her voice pouted.
His ears drooped and knew she was right as he turned his attention back to her. She smiled lovingly at him and lifted her skirt more for him. The black nylon with an elastic lacing, securing them on her thigh. She raised the red burgundy skirt more and reviled her black silk panties. He didn’t bother with wondering how she could afford them as his moth gapped wide open. His hand jerked as the fingers jittered wildly about.
“Go ahead. You can touch me. I won’t scream . . .” Her sensual voice came out in a whisper as she dared him. The demon’s arm slowly slipped over to her under the table. The lad made his movements hidden from the other ‘sinful’ children and the nun up front. His finger skimmed over the smooth skin just over the nylon stoking. “. . . much.”
Warm fingers entwined with his as they guided them to the center. He shook free and slipped under the satin lingerie. The soft bundle of flesh free of hair greeted him. Smooth os silk he slipped his fingers into labia lips. The forefinger’s tip tapped on the small surface of the urethra. He felt the clitoris vibrate as she bit her bottom lip. The vulva glands excreted mucous quickly and eagerly for more attention. He moistened his fore, middle, and ring-fingers then positioned them into a triangle.
His finger entered her agonizingly slow, for her. The tight little pink walls slowly stretched in the shape of the small demon’s fingers. The tinny claw gingerly scraped the edges of the walls only increasing the pleaser torture. He moved slowly inside her that made her curl her toes in her flat rounded shoes. Her hand shot over his, begging him to move faster, wile the other rubbed the back of her neck.
His heart skipped a beat as the dark habit cladded nun glanced over to them. The demon scooched closer to her and regretfully pulled is hand back. Her hand quickly replaced his and started a rhythm to satisfy her. The demon quickly began to massage her neck and shoulders, wile trying not to watch her masturbate. It grew harder not to watch as he felt her moans of ecstasy through her flesh.
He leaned over close to her ear and whispered gently into her ear. “Stop that. I got a plan.” The small demon squeezed her forearm of her pumping hand. She listened and stopped as he pulled her to her feet. Grabbing the holly book he lead her towards the door. The demon glanced over his shoulder at the nun, who was getting up with a wooden ruler in hand. “The tables are too low for her to concentrate properly, so we’re moving to the library.” He said quickly and shut the door behind him.
The halls and buildings became a blur as the two sped past them. They swung open the large double doors of the library, and tiptoed like elephants to the back of the atheneum. The lovely Rosette hopped up onto the table as the little demon eagerly stripped her of the midnight sky colored lingerie. Her flat healed Bordeaux shoes slipped off her feminine feet as she bent down to remove the lacy nylon stockings.
A warm tanned hand covered hers gingerly. “Leave them on.” The true chocolate voiced devil hummed into her ear.
She smiled and kissed his temple as the silky undergarment joined her foot wear on the floor. Her long sexy fingers undid the spring green buttons on the medium teal blouse, reviling soft creamy skin underneath. The black silk bra with silver lace dazzled him for a moment, then he quickly unclasped the front clasp.
Perfect. Was all he could think. Perfect. From her smooth curvy body, right down to her sole. She’s perfect. His angel gently stroked his jaw line as the blouse slipped off her shoulders. The curve of her neck to the curve of her shoulder brought a smile to his lips knowing this was soon to be his. His gaze fallowed the glinting of the antique chain around her neck, to the old pocket watch resting above her blooming bosom. Or rather, this was all his.
His lips softly kissed her mouth tentatively. The kiss was loving and soft, until she deepens it. He smiled as her tongue explored his cavern as he returned the gesture. The demon broke the kiss and heard her whimper for more. His grin grew devilish as he ducked under her skirt. He paused for a bit to admired her seashell pink flower then slowly licked her heated fleshy petals, teasing her as she once teased him.
He heard her moaned his name too loudly for his liking. Not that he didn’t enjoyed hearing her voice saying his name like a lost kitten, but the volume of it could end this little bit of heaven too soon for his liking. He came out of the curtains of her skirt slowly as she protested against his actions. Chrono quickly untied his bandana and pulled it free of his sultana that shimmered stardust in the light. The small demonic lad leaned over and gently tied the handkerchief over her mouth with the metal plate over the mai tai colored lips. Satisfied that her screams and moans will be muffled, he returned to his previous position under her rouge wine skirt.
The demon continued his onslaught on her genitals. His lips suckled on her button as his clapper teased her opening. He could barely hear her screams of ecstasy and that urged him on. The demon’s autumn red striker invades the welcoming entrance and walls. He gave her a thrusting type kiss with swirls and wiggles. The golden beauty’s climax came hard and quick, sending her body trembling glory of it. The grape orchid haired demon drank all that he could have of her sweet love juices.
Lapping his lips clean of his more than satisfying drink, pulling the cloth off his head as he climbed up onto the table with her. She was squeezing her breasts and plucking her ripe watermelon pink nipples. A smile found its way onto his lips as he stared down at her. Being a gentleman, he bent down and began to gingerly suckle her harden nubs. The gaged girl made a loud moaning sound that could barely be heard as her legs wrapped around him. He made a harsh thrust to her, but regrettably forgotten that he was still dressed.
“It’s like watching a nudy film of yourself . . .” A groan moaned that set off alarms in the couple’s heads.
Chrono turned sharply around and met the other two of the equation of triplets. He smacked his forehead felling like the biggest moron in the known constellation. The small demon forgot that his beloved contractor got split into three separate selves. He lowered his hand and glanced over at the two intruders. One he could tell was the aggressor by her challenging stance as her eyes dared them to continue. Wile the other merely hade her back to them with her hands covering her face.
The small demon felt his bandana tied back onto his head as he grumbled as his over buttoned up her blouse. The more ‘adult’ of the three was happily giggle with the childish one of the group as the murderess fixed his hair with very little gentleness. He couldn’t hear the girl’s conservation through the pain but he slowly caught on when the bow was tied off.
“Duh! Of course we can’t go out. We’re too old to silly.” The burnt cranberry dressed golden blond waved her hand at her twin in frost bearer white.
“But! The last time I went Mama n’ Papa was still alive.” The ballerina dressed girl whined.
“You idiot! You anÌt a kid anymore.” The woman in men’s clothes behind him spat.
“But.” The innocent one eyes began to swell up with salty tears. Then suddenly she blinked them dry. The girl skipped over to him and clasped his hands in her’s. “Kurono!” She chirped excitedly. “Have you ever gone ‘Trick-or-Treating’ before?” The girl grinned at him.
“Wha?” The small demon gapped.
“It’s really fun! You get to dress up in whatever you want. Then you get to stay up super-duper late and get candy from every house . . .” Her eyes glittered with hope and excitement.
He stared at her with his ears drooping down to the sides of his jaw. Knowing that if he even breathed a word that it was against the rules to go out on Hallow eve. Keeping his lips sealed, the demon made a wary smile and wonder how to break the news to her.
“WHAT?! You wana dress him up is some fairy prince ballerina costume?” The aggressive one took a threatening step towards her double making a move for her gun.
The air headed double seemed oblivious to the threat to her being, and just merely giggled like a poodle. “No silly. Chrono’s a boy.” The girl continued her small fit of tinny laughter for a short time after, then took a calming breath. “Chrono should dress in something manly.” She nodded her head once.
The said demon blushed a deep berry pink felling embarrassed that the three young women didn’t see him as a man. Well maybe just two out of the three, see that the one was doing with him just before they were intruded.
“Yup. Kurono can go n’ get his poncho n’ be an Indian for Halloween.” The white cladded girl chirped.
The little deep amethyst haired lad blinked perplexed, not knowing why he didn’t get a say in this matter. Sleek warm arms gently draped themselves over his shoulders as the soft fingers linked together to form a necklace. “Hmmm . . .” A very sensual voice hummed in his pointed ear. “I kinda like the thyme, cowboys n’ Indians . . .” Moist warm lips kissed and sucked on the point of his ear. “Preferably ones in leather-chaps.”
His face turned a wildly bright crimson s his back straitens. “I–I’m not wearing leather-chaps!” He squeaked.
The young lulu moved slowly as she pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Sweety . . . I was thinking of wearing them.” Flirtatious Rosette whispered in his already heated ear.
His eye grew wide as saliva exploded in his mouth. The image of his Rosette wearing nothing but a pair a leather-chaps warmed its way into his mind. He shook like a water logged dog and turned his uper body away from her. “STOP PUTTING THOSE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD!!” The little devil pleaded at the top of his lungs.
The librarian was on them in a flash. They were booted out of the library and somewhat grounded to their rooms. The small demon lay on his bed with the fifty-pound book on his face. Ink and acid toned paper was just starting to make him queasy when twilight formed in the sky. A small rapping sound came a tapping on his wooden door that made him turn his head and the book to flap off the bed. Getting up slowly he made his way to the door and gently opened it. There was a wide-eyed Rosette holding a bulging bag in hand.
“Were you taking a nap?” She asked tentatively. He shook his head and stepped a side to welcome her in. The girl hopped in and spun on her heal as she plopped something on his head. “Looky what I got us!” She chirped spilling the contents of the bag onto the floor. He glanced down at clothes and three different colored cowboy hats, then glanced over to his small mirror in his a-joining bathroom. He saw himself in a dark burgundy red velvet cowboy hat with his denim orchid hair sticking out. “We’re all going as cow-boys!” The girl threw her hand in the air. “Well you and mean me are, but me and pretty me are going as cowgirls.”

“What?” He blinked. “Pretty you?”
“You know . . . the pretty one of me?” She said as her gaze fell to the floor.
“No, I don’t know.” The demon pouted. “Rosette is always beautiful no matter what side of her she shows.” He finished with a nod. The devil smiled at her blush as he stroked her cheek.
“Did you hear that?” A second Rosette’s voice mused sarcastically. “We’re beautiful!” The red dressed blond fluttered her ebony eyelashes. “Aren’t you the little cake eater.”
“Beautiful? That’s just another word for ‘an easy fuck’.” A harsh almost masculine tone droned through his door way. The pony-tailed amazon head leaned into the room with the rest of them. Her dark ocean blue eye looked onto his bright crimson ones. “Ready to play dolly?” She grinned, showing off her white teeth.
That how it was for the little demon. He was no more than a life sized, living a dress-up doll to the girls. Throughout to process the only thing he was aloud to keep on being his underwear. From the assorted colors and styles from outlaw to a hopeful sidekick the once proud demon was forced to wear. The three girls were divided in their tastes and priority. Wile one was fidgeting with the color and the look of the costume as the other just enjoyed undressing him, wiles the final on knew what really needed to be done. Plotting and planing like a military officer on operation ‘Take Chrono Trick-or-Treating’. Granted, Chrono didn’t even want to go but if her said a word of it he’ll face sirens of tears, permanent body disfigurement, and a cold empty bed.
When the bell rang for ‘lights out’ they were surprisingly done with every thing. They each gave him a kiss good night and told him they will be back the nest tomorrow night. The small demon stood there brushing his fingers over his cheeks and lips, not knowing how all three of them could of fit in such a small space. He expected something like that from two of them, but not from the aggressor. The sultana haired lad could still fell their hot breaths and gentle lips on his skin, not knowing who kissed where.
Chrono blushed a brighter pink and dived into his bed. The poor little demon thought he knew his contractor, but with her split up into three and with the strange actions was throwing him off his board.
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Night of the thirty-first:
The demon and his three contractors hopped into the jalopy and seated themselves for a ruff night. The childish one was seated in the back counting the holy water and barriers, as the flirty one sat herself on Chrono’s weapon pack making sure that the slip of her militia skirt faced him, and the aggressor gripped the well. The small demon gripped the dashboard, succeeding in concealing the girl’s pillow cases and costumes. They hade one heart stopping moment as one of the male militia approached the car, but fell dead in his track by one look from the driver. The man made a gesture to protect his most important part of his body and quickly opened the gate.
Almost to NYC the girls began to change out of their uniforms and into their costume. Chrono felt dirty watching the young women get undressed, but brushed it aside knowing he’ll have to do the same thing. He glanced over at the courant drive, relived that she was at lest keep her clothes on wile driving. The innocent one leaned over him and whispered something to the other. Then the demon gaped and almost screamed. The two girl switched places. He didn’t know wether be amazed or jealous at how well they work together. The demon rubbed his forehead remembering they were once one person.
“Hey.” A cool voice whispered into his ear as warm arms wrapped around him. “I’ll help you out.” The nearly naked Rosette pulled him back out of his seat and into the back. She made quick work of his shirt and shorts. The girl yanked off his leg warmers as he wander if this could be statutory rape.
“He can do that himself.” The harsh tone broke into his mind. “I look like some kind of pedophile.” The angered girl finished with a heated hiss. The demon look over to her an noticed that she was pulling on her navy blue slacks.
“But it’s more fun this way.” The aroused woman hummed amused as she pulled the red plaid shirt on him. The demon quickly put on his own slacks before the woman could get that chance to.
“Here we are!” The sweet drive squealed and parked the jalopy gently just out side of the suburbs. The ones in the back quickly finished dressing and popped out of the car.
The small lad look at the group and noticed at indeed that the statement from the last few days was correct. The Aggressive Rosette did look more male than female, or rather more like an female outlaw. The girl really looked the part too with her dark blue, almost black attire with black cowboy hat with navy beaded band. He took a look at the driver and decided that she looked like a wild west princess, all she was missing was a snow white pony. Her white hat with pink ribbon matched perfectly with the pink and white plaid dress. The demon took a glance at the last one and his nose began to gush blood out. She ware a hat like the rest of them with an added fake rose to flare it up. Her shirt was a black silk corset with fire-engin red lace. The black pleated with red lace around the hem, barely fell past her mid thigh. The red lace was echoed by the bright red fish net nylons and shiny black high healed shoes.
The demon quickly grabbed a pillow case and headed to the first house he saw. The night was filled with happy children getting candy for free and happy dads seeing the skimpily dressed Rosette. Chrono could just tell that by the end of the night small boys would be asking their mommies and daddies what was happening to their bodies. As time went by the demon decided that he was having fun. They made their way through the town and they were back aging before any of them felt tired, so they handed him another pillow case and drove off the next part of town.
By the end of the night flirty Rosette broken hearts of meany, murderess Rosette got to teach a lesson to more then her share of neighborhood bullies, and even childish Rosette got some candy form the elderly. Chrono looked at the six pillow cases over flowing with sweet delights to rot the teeth of a third world country. He sighed and stuffed them behind his dresser and waddled over to his bed and went to sleep.

Fin
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Final Thought: There you have it. The bonus chapter to make up for the lousy one I just did. Yes, it lame and kinda short. But I told you it was going to be! This has nothing to do with the story line at all, this was just a treat for you all.

MG: You don’t have to R&R, just have a safe and happy Halloween!