//------------------------------// // The Preparations: 1 // Story: From Halloween, To Nightmare Night // by Ponyess //------------------------------// Apparently I had failed to get a costume, a suit for the big day, and night. It isn't just a Holliday, it is Halloween. I need to have this suit, or it will be a tragedy. Not just the fact that I would have to either go as I was, or skip out, if it had been that simple? A friend of mine had finally come through, promising the suit, and she would be over to my place with it, later in the night. I only had to promise to wear the suit the entire night, before the day, or she wouldn't give it to me,a nd I had agreed. Ofcause she came, but by now, it is late, just as I had feared, what if it wouldn't fit, or was something eilly? I would hav ben the laughting stock. I just couldn't take it. At twenty two hundred, I hear the knock on my door, I had been awaiting her for hours, and now she finally did come over. Or so I was hoping, but it was actually her. I noticed as I open the door. “Hiya, Sis!” she just said, as I opened the door. “Hiya, Tiss. Welcome in. I hope you did get the suit, or I'm doomed, you know!” I told her. “Oh, I have it alright. Right here in my backpack!” she announced as she slipped the door closed shut behind her. “Then it only remain to see it, preying it is cool enough. Even if I have no choice as this point!” I whined. “Oh, it is. I promise. You just have to put it on, and I'll help you out. You have two hours in order to get into bed. More then enough time!” she continued. First now I noticed her smug smile. I know she had been my friend, my very best friend for years. I guess it is why she called me Sis? Her complexion fair to ghastly white, glistering black hair in a brid down her spine, green eyes of a dragon, and the metallic bloody red lips. I could you could say she is between slim and athletic? Ofhorse, she had that doll face, a small nose, narrow but full lips, and the whide, large eyes. The eyes you either drawn in, or send you off screaming, it's a tight squeeze. She currently wore a cerise top and skirt. The boots, 'Crescent Moon', by the looks of it? Should I have taken it for a warning, or just her antics? I chose the later. Maybe I shouldn't have? Compared with her, I guess I'm dark, even with the light pink complexion of mine? My eyes blue, electric blue, by acounts I heard, from time to time. You don't drawn in them, for sure. I guess my form is generous, for a light athlete, that is, at some five feet in length. My hair, a cupper blond towards red, was it. I led her out of the hall, and through the living room. Then into my bed room, I guess I am tired, but I can't go to bed before I have what she came to hand over? I had promised to put this uit on, before I hit the hay? Ah, yeah. Hit the hay. You could as well strip, since you're not wearing anything under this costume. The costume include everything, even the panties and top!” she promised in a teasing tone, filling up with giggles as the words tumbled over me. Oh yeah, that's the kind of girl she is, isn't it? Since I had promised, I had already slipped out of everything I did not need to wear, when I opened the door for her. That'd include the top, the skirt, the panties, and a pair of short white socks. I soon stumbled out of the socks, kicking them up and onto the night stand, before I slipped the top over my head, then slipping it onto the pile of clothes. From here I slip the skirt off, making it land on the pile, before my panties fell to the floor, then suffered the fait of the suit, such as it had been. “Goood, now you can pick these panties on. Just slip them on, while I pick up your top?” she then instructed me. “Ah, then I don't need to be without undies?” I teased back, before I accepted her panties, finding them leafe green, and created out of a material surprisingly like rubber, if it wasn't in fact what they had been made out of? As I slioped them on, stepping into them, right foot before th eleft, and pulling them up, only to realise, just how tight they were, aside from the small detail, they were covered in a thcik lubricating gel, I at first feared would smear al the way up my legs, but this fear came to shame, thankfully. “Here's your top!” she then instructed me. I soon slipped them down over my head. They feels as if they are made out of the same material, and the same hue. Just as tight as the panties, naturally. I guess that would make sense, later? “Good, now you're almost done. This is the first half of your costume. I'm sure you'd love the rest too!” she said. “These do feel good, but are they all there is?” I enquired curiously, eager to have a chance to sleep. “Glad you asked. There are a few more tiny details, but you better get on top of the bed, before we continue. On your belly would be ideal!” she simply instructed me, matter of ft. Thanks!” I responded releaved, before I lay down on my bed, as she had told me, ignoring her ton of voise, mainly because I was getting too tired by now. Although I had promised her to do, what I am doing. I gues there is no out, in my possition? 'Life is a Bitch', as the expression goes. I could feel her hands just below the hairline, on my neck. She was slowly working the gel in. I had not seen as she produced the product from the backpack. The lemon yellow gel slowly spreading down my neck, under her carefully but obviously outright profeccional hands. She slowly worked it in, until my skin was saturated. Feeling the cool gel made my muscles relax. I couldn't help it, but I guess it only means I'm going to wake up, more rested in the morning? I'd feel as good as new. I feel her hands moving down my back, from the centre and outwards, all the way down the flank? Following the spine as far as it went. Now she teased my rump, in her usual manner. I couldn't help but allow a giggle escape my lips. I knew she enjoyed it, as a trophy, that is. It is the girl she was, after all. Maybe this is why she chose the costume for me? Now she moved down my leg, from the thigh, over the knee and calf in the same manner as she had worked over my back. Just over the heel and down under my foot, teasing my toeas as she went. I released the slight giggles, from time to time, when she elicirted the response? Ofhorse, she then moved back to my rump, moving down the other leg, until she had finished the back side of me entirely. “Time to lay on your back!” she told me, knowing fully well the gel is absorbed, and couldn't smear, so I simply turned over, slowly, but I did as she told me. This time she started just under my chin, covering my throat. Then she moved down my chet. Only stopping at the green rubber, and started just under the rim of it. The suit did not absorb the gel, in any case, I guess it would explain it? Once she had covered my belly, and came down to the panties, she astarted with my right arm, from the shoulder, and down over the elbow, to the hand, and then finger by finger, starting with the thumb. From there, she just moved around my bed, and started over on my left arm, from the rim of the top I wear. Over the lbow down to the hand, then the hand, and finger by finger, starting with the thumb, once more. Then she moved to my right leg, starting over the thigh, down the knee and calf, befoe repeating the process with the other leg. Only now, she placed a muzzle over my face. I realised it covers only the lower part, from just under my eyes, to down my chin, and all the way out, both to the right and left. Yet, I can still breath, as if nothing have happened. For a moment I feared it was to slip off of me, my face, as I slept, but I'm too tired and sleepy to care. She knew better then to say anyghing, she just slipped the quilt over me, and walked out of the room, leaving me to sleep. I knew she was going to the spare bed room, she then went to bed, but what she di, I have no idea. I guess it is moot? Mainly because I was already sleeping, as she closed the door behind herself as she walked out.