Witches Brew (Halloween Pet Special) Reward Story

Thank you so much to the Real Loona for all your support! Here is your reward story for this month!

Witches Brew Halloween Pet

Stepping out into the hallway, Loona’s outfit barely covers her intimate parts. Small, black garments cover her nips and naughty lips as she pulls up on her fishnet tights.

“Guys!?” She shouts out, hoping anyone will answer. “I need someone!”

Awkwardly standing in her platform heels, she waits for a reply but doesn’t get one. Shifting her weight to the other foot, Loona sighs. She’d hoped one of her staff members would agree to help her complete her Halloween outfit.

Blowing hairs from her face, she stamps her foot in frustration and shouts a second time, “Guys!?”

Her bosom bounces as she stamps her foot in frustration. Her chest is barely held in by the tight leather and bone corset wrapped around her torso.

At that moment, Katie’s bedroom door swings open, and he stands in the doorway staring. Dressed in a very suave-looking black tuxedo with his hair pulled back into a man bun, Katie gawks at Loona’s barely dressed body.

“L-L-Loona….?” Katie squeaks, instantly looking away embarrassed. “Why are you naked?”

Loona looks down at herself and peers over her chest. “I’m not naked,” she replies frankly. “I’m a mistress. This is my costume for the party!”

Covering his eyes with one hand, Katie points at Loona with the other. “B-B-But….,” he mumbles. “I can almost see your…”

“They’re bikini bottoms,” Loona interrupts, blushing herself as he points her at the crotch. “Anyways!” Loona shakes her head. “Who are you supposed to be?”

Katie, still covering his eyes, moves past Loona and towards the staircase that leads down to the tavern. Without looking, he replies, “I’m James Bond, and I think you should put some clothes on.”

“Hey,” Loona snaps sharply as Katie tries to slink away. “I need help!” Loona holds out a leash and a puppy dog muzzle in Katie’s direction. “I need someone to be my pet for tonight; otherwise, the whole ‘mistress’ thing isn’t going to land!”

Katie stops on the top step and glances nervously at Loona before quickly turning away. “Nope,” he replies. “I’m Bond, and I’ve got a license to kill,” he says playfully in character before rushing away.

Loona stands dejected as the leash in her hand swings beside her leg. “More like a license to grill…,” Loona complains under her breath.

There’s a silence for a moment as Loona wonders who else to ask. Then, from behind her, paw prints sneak up behind her.

“Y’know…,” Gigi says confidently, almost spooking Loona with his appearance. “You don’t help yourself.”

Loona spins on the spot to find Gigi standing across from her, wearing devil ears and a tail. Loona’s face lights up at how adorable he is.

“Awww, Gigi!” she gushes, tilting her head to one side as she takes in his cute costume. “Are you a little devil cat…?”

Gigi gives the scantily clad woman a silly look. “No, Loona,” he replies sarcastically, flicking his bright red devil tail. “I’m a cow. What do you think?”

Gigi then gets to his feet and swiftly moves past Loona towards the staircase. Before he goes down, he looks back and laughs. “So, is this your coming out party?”

Loona ignores his question and holds out the leash in her hand. “Gigi!” she interrupts. “Be my puppy tonight!”

Gigi frowns. “No way! I’m a cat,” he whines, turns away, and rushes downstairs. As he gets halfway down, he shouts back up to her. “And you’re a bloody nudest! A menace!”

Loona, again, is dejected. “Not even my pet will be my pet…,” Loona mumbles.

Seconds later, someone wearing high heels can be heard stomping up the staircase towards Loona. Appearing at the top of the stairs, wearing a bright blue dress and white knee-high socks, is Jimbo. Her face is bright red and she’s out of breath.

She’s not embarrassed; she’s stressed, and her expression shows it.

“Loona,” Jimbo growls, pointing downstairs. “Guests are arriving! I need help on the bar!”

“You look nice,” Loona replies playfully. “Are you Alice from Alice in Wonderland?”

That’s who Jimbo has dressed as. She looks adorable, but her annoyed expression doesn’t match Alice’s cute and innocent character.

Jimbo furrows her brow and blows hair from her face. “No,” she snarks, “I’m Jimbo in bloody short-staffed land—what do you think!?”

Loona holds out her leash, knowing it’s a long shot to ask Jimbo if she’ll be her pet. Jimbo just glares at both the lease and the muzzle in Loona’s hand. “What?” Jimbo asks plainly, questioning the items in Loona’s hands.

“Wanna be my pet…?” Loona asks bashfully, giving Jimbo the doe eyes.

“No,” Jimbo shakes her head. “We’re short-staffed on the bar. I can’t be your—your—your pet, Loona!”

Loona tilts her head to one side and smirks as a reply forms in her head. “Should I hire some taller staff if we’re short-staffed then?”

Jimbo gives Loona a sour look and then looks her outfit, or lack of it, up and down. “Get your nudest ass downstairs and give me a hand!”

Loona’s cheeks feel a small string of embarrassment. Although she’s been a woman now for well over a month—it’s quite a step for her to be so bold with her outfit.

Nervously smiling at the stressed-looking Jimbo, Loona hides the leash and muzzle behind her back. “Where’s Tabi?” she asks. “I thought she was going to help out tonight.”

Jimbo rubs her face and smudges her makeup slightly. “Hiding in the kitchen,” she answers bluntly. “Lance is downstairs with some of his squad. She's terrified they’re going to recognize her.”

“Ah,” Loona bites her bottom lip. “Can Katie not help on the bar?”

“He’s a teenager,” Jimbo replies.

“So… no then?”

“No! Plus, he’s the chef.”

Loona then becomes distracted by the issue and steps closer to Jimbo with stars in her eyes. “Wait,” she bounces happily. “Did you say Lance was here!?”

Loona tries to look past Jimbo and down the staircase. However, Jimbo stands steadfast in front of her. “Why does that excite you?” Jimbo asks, having to glance away from Loona’s rack directly in her face. “Those jerks wrecked the tavern last week and haven’t left us alone.”

“I wanna ask him to be my pet!” Loona cheers, shaking the leash in her hand.

“The captain of the Vanquish squad?” Jimbo laughs at the idea. “I know we’ve only just started finding out about all this magic and tavern stuff, Loona, but I know a jarhead when I see one. He’s not going to let some mad nudest witch make him a pet!”

Loona moves to Look Jimbo directly in the eyes. She’s so excited the grin on her face is from ear to ear. “Ah, yes,” Loona giggles. “Witch indeed! I shall bewitch him with my magic!”

Jimbo wants to bonk Loona on the head for such a stupid idea. “Really, Loona..?” Jimbo asks with a long breath. Loona, however, doesn’t reply. She pushes past Jimbo and rushes down the stairs towards the tavern and the sound of the guests already enjoying themselves.

“I’ll come help later!” Loona shouts back up, knowing Jimbo will be mad.

As she takes each step tentatively in her heels, the staircase opens out to the entire tavern and the guests gathering around the bar. With her shouting back up at Jimbo, the crowd turns to look at her, and all the men’s mouths fall open as Loona comes into view.

As her body bounces with each step and all the men stare, Loona’s face erupts and she goes the brightest of reds. Several wolf whistles then follow as Loona approaches the tavern floor.

“Well, that’s new,” Loona says to herself, talking under her breath

“Who ordered the stripper!” some guy in the crowd shouts as others around him laugh.

Loona stops dead in her tracks and is mortified. She’s not a stripper, but the guys keep leering at her and laughing as her choice of outfit quickly appears to be a mistake.

Maybe she wasn’t ready to expose her feminine charms in such evident glory. She’s got it, but maybe it isn’t the time to flaunt it! Her outfit fit leaves nothing to the imagination!

The men continue to laugh and Loona doesn’t know what to do. Jimbo then pushes past from behind and grumbles as she returns to the bar. Loona looks longingly in her direction for help, But Jimbo just smiles at the next customer and starts making drinks.

“Oi!” Lance appears from the crowd, instantly shutting down the group of men who tease Loona. “That’s no way to speak to a lady of such grace!” Lance scolds the group who are clearly members under his command.

Biting her bottom lips, Loona is pleased to see Lance for more reason than one, and as he approaches her with a sheepish look on his face, she gets excited.

“Hello, Loona,” Lance greets her. He then glances her up and down and takes in her outfit. His calm demeanor instantly shifts as his face goes bright red. “N-N-Nice outfit,” he says timidly, unable to look away from her cleavage, almost busting out.

“Hiya, Lance!” Loona grins, slapping him roughly on the shoulder. “Thanks for coming. Do you really like my outfit?”

Lance’s eyes light up as Loona’s excitement causes her chest to bounce. He bites down on his lips hard and forces himself to look up. “Y-yes… very nice,” she says with a smile. “Seems Gigi was right,” he mutters, taking a small sip of his beer.

Loona pouts. “It’s not complete, though,” she remarks, leaning slightly towards him so he can have a better view of his chest.

“Oh?” Lance asks, as his eyes twitch with him, forcing himself not to look at Loona’s rack.

“Yeah…,” Loona says, twirling some of her long hair. “I’m supposed to be a mistress, but I don’t have a pet—so my outfit is incomplete.”

Lance gives Loona a curious look before pointing across the tavern at Gigi, who is sitting on some random girl's lap and enjoying the attention. “Errr,” he says confused. “Isn’t that weird talking cat your pet?”

“Gigi?” Loona scoffs and then holds out the leash and muzzle in her hands to show him. “No, I need someone to put these on and be my pet for tonight. I need them to get on all fours and pretend. Maybe do a bit of barking and rolling over for treats. Y’know… be my pet.”

There’s a sparkle in Loona’s eye as she takes hold of both items with one hand and raises her free hand above her shoulder like she’s about to perform magic. “Is that something you can help me with, Lance?”

Loona clicks her fingers, but nothing happens. Lance just looks at her, bemused and a little annoyed. “D-Did you just try and use magic on me?” he questions firmly.

“N-N-No…,” Loona replies awkwardly, quickly lowering her hand. He then looks down at her feet stuffed into her platform heels and wonders why it didn’t work. It’s frustrating to her that she still doesn’t understand how her heart magic actually works.

There’s an awkward silence between them, but Loona can see Lance constantly glancing down at her half-naked body. This quickly gives her and idea.

“Awww well….,” Loona groans, lowering her free hand down her body towards her bikini bottoms in the hope that Lance will look. “Guess I’ll have to go cover up and wear something else.

Lance takes the bait and looks down where Loona wants him to. He gulps as she catches him staring.

 “Shame,” Loona giggles, working that same manicured hand up and across her tight corset towards her bouncing bosom. “I guess the girls are going to have to be put away for tonight…”

Lance gulps again as he follows her hand up her body before asking, “Girls…?”

“These..,” Loona explains, bouncing on the spot to make them jiggle for him.

“But you erm….,” Lance replies, rubbing at his neck. “Y-you look nice,” he continues, still looking down at her chest.”

“Nope,” Loona quickly turns away, hiding her body from his lust-filled eyes. “I’m going to change!”

She takes a single step up towards her bedroom before Lance places a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“W-wait,” he says as his voice cracks. He then takes hold of the leash in Loona’s hand and pulls her back towards him. “I’ll do it if you hang out with me tonight,” he says. “I’ll be your pet tonight. Just tell me what to do.”

Loona’s face becomes mischievous as she looks at the tall, handsome man who’s putty in her hands. “Oh, don’t you worry,” Loona says in a more commanding voice. “As you’re my pet—I’m going to be telling you more than just ‘what to do….’”

She steps close enough to Lance to kiss him but just looks up at him with a smirk on her face. “Muzzle on, Puppy,” she commands, thrusting the muzzle into his grasp. “We’re going to have a great night, ‘hanging out’—I can tell!”

“M-M-Ma’am…?” Lance replies, looking down at the muzzle.

“Mistress…,” Loona corrects sternly. “And you are now my Halloween part pet! I shall call you Puppy dog Lenny!”