“You escaped?” Ava asked.

“Y- Yeah, me and a couple others.”

“How many?”

“Three of us, I think. But, there’s no time to look for the rest. If she finds you—”

Ava popped the man in her mouth, indifferent to the muffled barrage of protests and pleas.

This story is technically a sequel to The Confection Contract, which you can find here. I like to imagine this thing holds up fine on its own, but if you want the full context I'd recommend giving the original a quick read.

Anyways, hello all. It's spooooooky season, and I can't think of anything spookier than actually writing a followup to one of my half dozen open-ended stories. Was this the one you expected? No? Oh well, that's how it goes.

A huge thanks to  Progressive for feedback and proofreading.

Word count comes out to roughly 2.4k.


Speaking of unexpected, I wrote a book. Collaboratively. It's a lot. Yes, there's vore. I'm looking for a few beta readers who'd be willing to tackle a 50k-ish word novella and provide overall feedback. If you're interested, check here for more information.

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