John and Carrie wandered in and out of the quaint shops in Halloween Town, not buying anything, or sampling any of the local wares, just taking in the sights. Carrie tried to talk John into trying a couple of potions, but he was having none of it. "Do you really think I want to turn into a toad, darling?" he asked her, half laughing.
Carrie felt an unfamiliar rage building within her. She couldn't believe his attitude. Couldn't he just let loose, for once? She quickly stifled a snarl the moment it began to come from her lips. No need to tip him off to what was to come. She wanted to smell his fear, taste his blood...NO! What the hell was wrong with her? Carrie began to worry slightly, realizing that they were only a minute or two from moonrise, and realizing that her new attitude was certainly due to the costume she'd put on.
They walked only a little bit further when Carrie suddenly felt her body heating up, and she knew that her time was at hand. The sun's final rays were fading, and in the sky, the moon began to peek out at the town. The rays cascaded slowly, coming from one side of the town, slowly enveloping all of it.
"Look at that, hon!" John said, oblivious to the start of his new bride's distress. The moonbeams seemed to have an almost tangible quality about them, like one could reach out and grab one, and every costumed person they touched began to change, their costumes becoming a reality. A couple of people dressed as ghosts shuddered, becoming transparent, and suddenly began to laugh and fly around, passing in and out of solid objects. Two others, dressed as zombies, fell to the ground, apparently dead, only to rise up, their skin a sickly green. Their gait became a shambling one, soft groans issuing from their mouths.
Carrie struggled, wanting to walk to the moonlight, yet slightly frightened about giving in. Her clothing chafed against her skin, and her instincts told her to take them off. Her pussy was boiling hot, and it took all of her self control not to touch herself. She didn't know if she'd rather fuck, kill, or simply run, but Carrie knew that she had to make a decision soon, because the animal inside of her was going to get out sooner or later.