Happy Halloween

Art by Elias Chatzoudis

Ryan's Superheroine Sidekick Extraordinaire's Tip of the Day #303

Remember Halloween is the one night a year the space-time continuum clashes with the ghastly astral plane as well as other unspeakable ethereal wonders. You need to be on the top of your game. If not, your goddess maybe overpowered, stripped, and 'clunk'ed on the head. The earliest you'll be able to launch a rescue attempt will be October 2013...if then.

Be Yourself

My 2012 'Halloween' story.

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This past October was weird. I know it’s supposed to be weird with ghoulish ghastly spooky spectacles of ravens, fish crows, little pumpkins and the Pumpkin King marching outside my donut shop protesting my pumpkin donuts, muffins, bread and cupcakes. He would be shaking his angry fist with rage as he would yell, “Blasphemy…simply blasphemy!” but none of that had happened.

I usually spent my October’s getting ready for Dana Tan’s birthday. We celebrated it all month long at Club Sedux. I would be busy making all those tasty mouthwatering apple cider donuts, they were her favorite. I was also busy busting my butt making sure Lady Blue didn’t blow up Club Sedux when a clueless patron walked in dressed like a pirate; my brother made that mistake one year…it wasn’t pretty.

I was stocking my humble donut shop with a fresh batch of scrumptious pumpkin donuts, apple cider donuts, and other seasonal favorites when the door opened. I turned around and my jaw nearly hit the floor, it was the Pumpkin King, my arch enemy. He hung his large orange head like Tom Brady does after throwing a game losing interception, PK was sulking for those of you reading in Port St. Lucie.

I want to forewarn you again that I’m going to use the word ‘weird’. The situation was weird, I was befuddled. My donut shop was the self-confessed Little Shop of Horrors by the dejected king of the pumpkins. I was Public Enemy #1 to all Pumpkindom. I blinked as I tried to decipher if this was a nefarious pumpkin trick on Halloween or was this walking pumpkin indeed suffering a bout of depression.

My mind flashback a couple of spooky Halloweens back as I walked from behind the counter; PK conned Club Sedux into thinking he was taking the Great Pumpkin’s place for the night. He passed around all sorts of chocolates to the patrons, they cheered and greedily took the candy. I scoffed as he offered me a ‘peace offering’. He gave me a king sized dark chocolate Snickers.

Hellcat, my curvy feline live in home defense system, licked her ravenous lips as she gazed upon the sinful bar. She asked me if I was going to eat it. I replied, “No, it was a peace offering as ‘Rest in Peace’”. She giggled and said that he was a friendly looking pumpkin wumpkin. She started shadowing my every move, placing her soft chin atop of my shoulder, lustfully looking at the candy bar.

I caved in and reluctantly gave her the bar since she stated that she needed a sugar rush. I cringed at the thought of what she would do on a sugar high, but it was better than have her drooling all over me or invading the walk-in refrigerator, the health department would not like that at all. I went back behind the bar to take care of a few things. I heard lots of obnoxious burping and hiccupping transpiring. I shot out of the back room to see the crowd belching, disappearing in a puff of smoke, only to reappear as werewolves. Weird would be a word I would hardly use at a time like this, this was downright…eerie.

PK’s latest plan on killing me had backfired yet again. His faithful lieutenant, Fishy, a fish crow had knowingly kicked in the Wolf’s Passion that turned all the customers into werewolves except for Ch’p and I; Hellcat was turned into the Strawberry Werecat. PK was cowering in the corner, biting his scrawny fingers stating he had hired a Black Lantern to kill me after I turned into a werewolf. The deadly Black Lantern was on the way.

Ch’p and I flashed an all knowing look; it was time to prepare for battle once again. I pulled out my USN issued 9MM, might as well been a peashooter for what we were about to face. The door suddenly burst open. I calmly aimed my weapon; Ch’p crinkled his cute little nose and aimed his green power ring at the door. A cool refreshing wind blew in as colorful fall leaves danced in its pleasant wake. We saw a pair of boots, long legs with creamy skin, spider webbed panty hose, and a bikini clad fiery redhead; we breathed a collective sigh of relief, it was Tarot the Black Rose Witch.

PK barreled between us and groveled at her feet. It was a truly pathetic sight to see. He was kissing her boots as she scowled at him. The fiery buxom witch severely scolded him. He started to protest until she stated that he had over stepped his authority. She put her hands on his rotund orange cheeks; one powerful breath in his nose she extinguished his flame. His body shriveled up, leaving only his empty gourd head.

He tried to turn me into a werewolf and then have a Black Lantern collect on the bounty; I guess the irony was lost on him as he continued to sigh away at the table that I stood in front of. “PK?” I asked three or four times before he acknowledged I was there.

I put my hands out, “Shouldn’t you be out scaring those meddling kids and their dog, or haunting Club Sedux, causing mischief and mayhem tonight, spooking the childroon, sharing a midnight dance with Vampirella? Why are you in my so-called Little Shop of Pumpkin Horrors?”

He heavily sighed, “Where to begin…my boy. Where to begin…” He took another heavy sigh. “After that bumbling incompetent airheaded protégé of Lady Blue plowed over my sacred pumpkin patch and put a paved parking lot over it I learned that you weren’t using my pumplings to make those abominable cakes, cookies, pies, breads, and donuts. No…those were from those pumpkin dropouts Trick and Treat.” PK paused for a moment and went on a tangent, “I can’t believe those two actually made that cameo on Rowan’s comic book cover…those bums.”

I sat down across for him as he sighed yet again. “Supergirl.”

“Kara?”

“Yes..Kara. I blew it with her.”

I blinked. How did he do it? Supergirl loved him dearly, she couldn’t keep her soft hands off of him! “How?” I asked nearly stupefied.

“She was coming over to share a dance with me and I wanted to impress her. I found the spell I had misplaced. I was so happy…simply happy. I chanted it and turned into a hunkish beefcake with bigger arms than Hulk Hogan and Ed Hochuli combined, complete with a modern tattoo design wrapping around my massive pythons,” he confessed.

“She wasn’t impressed, was she?”

“Hardly…my boy, she asked where Pumpkin King was.” PK started to squirm in his chair. “I…I…told her that he was out and about getting ready for Halloween, but that I was there.” I tried to impress her with my new magical physique. I flexed my manly pectorals, struck poses, and used the lines that I heard you and Tony the Tinman use.” He sighed, “She called me a loser and flew off.” I was devastated.

Inside I smiled like I had just eaten the last pumpkin donut of the season. I shouldn’t have been enjoying this, but this pain in the patookas had it coming to him, but a balling walking pumpkin isn’t good for business. The poor gourd has his face buried in his arms. Such a pathetic sight on what should’ve been a pumpalicious night for him.

“PK, first of all you got to be yourself. Be yourself, that’s what Kara liked about you in the first place. She couldn’t keep her hands off your plump orange cheeks, now could she?”

The crying monarch of the pumpkins picked his large fat head up. Steam was rising from the corner of his fiery triangular eyes. He sniffed and replied, “Yes…she couldn’t keep those superlicious hands of hers off of me.”

“Well, see, there you go!” I smiled. I continued with my free advice, “She sees enough muscle bound freaks. The hotheaded Hawk, the conceited egotistical Bat, her overprotective Boy Scout cousin, and villains that want to do her in. She needs a break from all that boiling raging testosterone. Plus, those cheap lines of mine aren’t going to work on her. I only use certain lines with certain girls or the ones I know I can get away with it. Trust me, I’ve been shot down more times than Snoopy on Halloween.” I put my index finger up to my lips, “Shh, super duper top secret classified guy secret.”

PK shook his cartoonish head as a breathtaking blonde landed outside the shop, needless to say it was Supergirl. She wore the dark version of her uniform that showed off her incredible flat stomach and long powerful tone legs; black long sleeve blouse with a gold shield and gold trim, a black mini skirt with gold trim that ran down to her strong mid thighs and matching cape. I stood up and pointed at him, “Be yourself.”

The rooty tooty fresh-n-fruity wannabe monarch flashed me a confused look and then glanced behind him. He quickly shot his head around with a pumpkin in the headlights look. He looked back and followed Supergirl as she took her seat in front of him. He cleared his throat and lowly said, “I’m assuming your super ears heard everything.” She placed her soft hand atop his viny one as she shook her pretty blonde head, “PK, you don’t have to impress me. You’ve already impressed me with your dancing. I can’t believe how light on your feet you are for being a seven foot pumpkin.”

He smiled a smile of relief, he took a deep breath of courage. “Would you like to have a special private tango at my pumpkin patch? I’ll show you around and introduce you to the raven sentries and fish crows!”

“That would be pumpfabulous PK!” she giggled.

PK shot up and thrusted his viny arm into the air, “Pumptastic!” He offered his ‘arm’, Supergirl accepted and wrapped hers into his and the two of them were off for his pumpkin patch as I wondered just where PK came up with these words of his. The regal pumpkin glanced over his shoulder as they walked out the door. “Caio…my boy!” I shrugged my shoulders and went back to work; on a side note, didja notice how I haven’t used weird in two pages? Splendid, er, beautiful.

Anyhoo, A few minutes later I heard the door chime, that means a famished customer came in for those of you reading in Port St. Lucie, I turned around and my head nearly exploded. It was her: Amazing Woman. Miami’s fiery avenger, decked out in her tight aqua costume with a white star and orange trim over her 100% feminine chest. My heart accelerated to Mach 5, my head was spinning, my mouth went dry, all of this although I fully knew well she already had a capable sidekick in Miami. “Hi, what can I do for you?” I asked wondering what she was doing up in chilly Gotham.

“I’m looking for a Miami born fighter pilot, one that’s known as a superheroine sidekick extraordinaire. Can you help me?” she warmly smiled.

The advice I gave PK echoed in my head, “Be Yourself.” I was tempted to snap to attention and snapped a rigid salute. “Lieutenant Ryan Wolf, United States Naval Air Force at your service!” but I settled for the handshake and a, “Lieutenant Ryan Wolf, Miami’s native son. It’s an honor to meet to finally meet you, May I interest you in a complementary dozen pumpkin donuts to share with Task Force Miami?”

Poor Pumpkin Puss

Vampirella doesn't know her own strength!

Pretty in Pink!

Today we reach a monumental milestone here at Wolf's Woof! Today is the 100th post for 2012 AND the 500th over all! "This is a big Foxtrotin' deal," VP Joe Biden was quoted when asked for comment. Indeed Mr. Vice President, indeed it is. I invited several current and former Task Force Members of Miami and Tampa to help out with the festivities!

All in a Day's Work

Task Force Miami keeps their superheroine skills up to date even while boosting troop morale in the Middle East! Lily and Samantha are hot, Hot, HAWT! Amy is a dog's best friend!

Mission Accomplished

Amy, Lily, Natalie, Samantha, Troy Drayton and Mr. First Down OJ McDuffie have returned from their Middle East trip. Our brave men and women as well as British troop morale were boosted! Thank you!

More can be found here: http://dolfanred.blogspot.com/2012/10/mission-accomplished.html (You may have to hit refresh to see all the pics)

Attack of the Mole Men Part II

Can't believe I didn't post the rest of the story...written 2007

Part 1 http://thewolfswoof.blogspot.com/2010/10/attack-of-mole-men-part-1.html

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"Oh, Ryan-kun," Blue purred popping the flashback bubble from my mind, " I have something for you," she continued as she crooked her finger.

I looked around to see if I was being watched and high tailed it behind the counter. Blue smirked at my swiftness and led me behind a wall; she kept silent and gently grabbed my left arm. She sprayed it it and then told me to smell it.

I put my arm to my nose and did as she asked, "Mmm, very stimulating," I longingly replied as I put my arm down as I continued, "What is it?"

"Wolf's Passion, I made it myself," my sexy ninja friend proudly smiled and sprayed both sides of my neck.

Wolf's Passion, eh? Well, I didn't bother to ask what was in it, because I really really really didn't want to know. Honestly, knowing her the way I do, the main ingredient could've been fermented wolf urine for all I knew. Really, no joke, so I didn't ask. Instead I went on the offensive and used my knowledge of Kunoichi against Blue: I kissed her neck as I wrapped my arms around her.

Blue took a deep breath and hissed, "Ryan-kun," as her hands ran down the back of my Navy jersey. Her deadly ninja body squirmed as I continued my oral attack on her weak link. "Ryan-kun," she moaned, "You're not fighting fair..."

I never fight fair, especially when it came to Blue; we've been through hell and back on hairy hazardous missions. I never let an opportunity go by when I saw one. Blue called on all her Kunoichi will power and put hands on my shoulders; she gritted her teeth and pushed me off. She took a deep breath and gasped, "Later!" Blue put her head down and panted.

"Blue?" I asked as I put my head down.

"I'm fine, Ryan-kun," my winded friend replied laughing as she finished. She grabbed my cheeks, closed her violet eyes and gave me a big slow kiss, "Mmmm!" Blue purred as she pulled away, she opened her eyes and gave me a naughty wink. She walked away and asked as she stood at the counter, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Yes," I replied and walked around to the front of the counter, "An ice cold Cherry Coke."

"Ryan-kun," my smiling friend mildly chided me, "You know you're not supposed to be drinking caffeine drinks."

"Don't tell Tara," I winked as I set the donut boxes apart.

Next thing I knew was, "Don't tell me what?!?!?!"

I turned around and there she was, Mrs. Killjoy herself: Tara Wolf, my drop dead gorgeous sister-in-law. The Dark Wolf added to my horror as she was dressed like a cheerleader, a Tampa Bay one. She sported a revealing crimson top with black collars and skimpy jagged edged crimson mini skirt with a black stripe running across the top, damn my brother.

"Why?" I asked tucking at my Navy jersey.

"Just sending a little message to you and your brother regarding the team you love to cheer for," she frankly replied.

"But last year you wore a Dolphin cheerleader outfit." I countered as I somewhat threw my hands up.

"Last year, they didn't suck," she answered and raised an eyebrow.

Ouch. She knows how to word things very tactfully. I very quickly changed the subject, "Where's Red?"

Tara snorted and replied as she sat down, "Your brother is bringing in the Jack O' Lanterns donuts you so conveniently forgot at the donut shop."

I was about to reply when I caught my brother out of the corner of my eye as he sat down next to me at the counter; Blue didn't see him, she had her pretty little blue head down as she fumbled for my drink in the hand numbing ice. I did a double take, he was dressed like Captain Morgan, "Uh..."

I really tried to warn him, I did, honestly, but my tongue malfunctioned. Blue looked up smiling as she handed me my Coke, suddenly her smile imploded as she saw Captain Morgan Red sitting in front of her. Blue was paralyzed, her right eye twitched as two factions in her brain waged war against the other.

Her eyes locked onto her eternal, most hated enemy as one side of her head told her "Must not fight in Dana's pub!" All the while, her hand unconsciously squeezed Ryan's glass so hard that it shattered, spraying coke, ice and glass everywhere.

PIIRAAATTEEEEE!!!!! AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Screaming her battle cry, Blue lunges for Red, tackling him in the gut and knocking him off his bar stool. Part of her brain was still functioning as she grabbed the lapels of his captain's coat, rolled onto her back and with a flick of her incredibly muscular abs and things, flung him out the window. Red flew through the window with a sickening crash. Before he hit the floor, Blue dived out after him, her hands going for his throat as she did the Homer Simpson choke hold on him, squeezing and knocking his head against the ground.

"Why...you.....little.....dirty...." she continued to hit his head against the ground, not even noticing how several people had run out after them to try and get her off of Red "...dirty....little" SLAM! Her legs were in a tight lock around Red's torso as the legendary James Bond ran around the tavern to try and find a crow bar to pry her off of him "...fishbait of a...." Spittle was coming out of Blue's mouth at this point...."PPPPIRATE!!!!!"

My brother was too dazed to use his super soldier skills against Blue as she continued her insane rabid rage.

"I tried to tell him," an indifferent Tara sighed as I just looked at the window, dumbfounded as I slowly rose from my stool. He was my brother, stupid yes, but he was still my brother; I tried to rush out of the Tavern, but the sea of humanity prevented me from doing so.

While Red and Blue had their little dance, Killer Croc stood up to the karaoke microphone and started a profane shout. He was using every word in the book over and over and over again. Tara closed her blue eyes and shook her head as she grimaced; she snapped her fingers. Croc's mic turned itself off, he didn't know; thanks to confusion of Blue and Red's little dance of turmoil. "And they wonder why I never come in here on Karaoke night," she mumbled as she continued to shake her head.

A shepherd's hook snagged my neck and pulled me away as the chaos continued. I turned my head in the direction I was being pulled and saw a smugly smiling Red, the Naughty French Maid. She was dressed as Little Bo Peep, she pulled me into her voluptuous body and purred, "I lost my sheep luv, can you help me find them?"

"But of course!" I replied full of cheer not showing the dread on the inside.

Around this instant she smelled the cologne that Blue gave me, she took a couple of deep nostril breaths as she closed her eyes. Red opened them and longingly asked, "Mmm, luv, what are you wearing? It's very stimulating!"

"Wolf Passion," I answered as she pulled me in for a kiss.

"Mmm," she purred against my lips, "I also lost my pumpkins, think you can help me find them after the party." She finished and gave me a flirty wink; before I could reply she suddenly turned me around and smacked my butt, "Later luv!"

Meanwhile Chp was at the counter minding his own business, trying his best to stay out of harms way. "I didn't realize just how limited Croc's vocabulary is," he commented as Croc left the stage. He looked down at the donut box and frowned, Chp looked up and asked Tara, "Don't you have one of those peanut flavored ones?"

"Certainly!" she replied, her sparkling blue eyes were beaming, to her favorite Green Lantern as she pushed one box away and pulled out another. The Jedi opened the box and handed it to Chp, his eyes lit up, "Oh! Thanks!"

Red nearly smacked me into Talia ah Ghul. I stopped dead in my tracks as I gazed upon her Halloween costume or I should say her lack of costume. She wore a white skimpy nurse outfit. She had a cigarette in her hand, she took a long drag on it and exhaled as she addressed me in her own personal way, "Ryan, darling. How are you? You did a marvelous job officiating the Lingerie Bowl." She stopped as she smelled my cologne, "What are you wearing?" she replied as she licked her luscious lips.

"Wolf's Passion, Blue gave it to me," I replied.

"Quite stimulating," she purred and kissed both of my cheeks, "Mmm, maybe after the party I'll take you out on that date that I owe you...," she suddenly stopped and saw Wonder Woman.

Talia pulled out an uzi, where she pulled it out from, I have no idea. She put the cold steel barrel in my astonished face and demanded, "Why did you bring her here!"

Now, I know what kind of woman Talia is, I very cautiously AND politely asked, "Who?"

"Wonder Woman," her gritted teeth sneered.

"Oh!" I replied as my face eased up, "That's my friend Diana."

"Don't insult my intelligence, Ryan darling..." Talia started to threaten before Wonder Woman put her gaudy glasses on. Suddenly Talia's demeanor changed, she was agast, "That's not Wonder Woman! A superheroine as vain as her wouldn't wear them, even I wouldn't be caught dead wearing those hideous things!"

"Those are some ugly glasses," I agreed. I looked over my shoulder at Diana as her words came back to mind, "No self respecting superheroine of Wonder Woman's stature would be caught dead wearing these things."

I looked back at Talia, the assault weapon was gone, where she put it, well, I have no clue. She was smiling and very apologetic, "I'm sorry Ryan darling, I'll see you after the party." She finished and brushed my cheek with her soft hand as she gave me a flirty wink.

Finally, mercifully, I was able to make it outside, with Dana, now dressed as Rainbow Bright, in tow. Red's Captain Morgan outfit was torn to shreds, Commander Bond had managed to pry Blue off of him. She stood against the Tavern with one of her little horns facing down, breathing hard through her gritted teeth as James said, "It's okay, mate," as he help my bewildered brother up. Red looked like he'd been throw a buzz saw as he struggled to his feet; the rabid ninja shredded his clothes, hat, boots, belt, even his fake mustache wasn't saved from the wrath of Hurricane Blue.

Dana handed me the infamous brown paper bag as she helped Commander Bond take my brother into the tavern. Blue still looked like she was in a catatonic state as the raging vortex of hate still raged in her rabid mind. She still had some sense remaining to take the bag and place it over her mouth; Blue took deep breaths as the bag inflated in deflated with every breath she took.

***

Blue took deep breaths as she kept the bag over her haggard, yet, beautiful face.

"Feeling better?" I asked as I watched her with care.

My ninja lover shook her head as kept the bag over her face, she continued to take deep calming breaths. Blue removed the bag and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, "Thank you Ryan-kun," she lowly smiled as she stood up. She started taking off her tattered devil costume, as she did so something told me she was still on the edge; she continued taking off her costume. I watched as her delightful exposed breasts jiggled as she walked into her private room.

Moments later she came out dressed like I don't know what, whatever it was it was beyond skimpy. A black band was wrapped around the top of her head and covered her violet eyes, it sported a fluorescent green pyramid right over her eyes. Her breasts had two grey buttons that barely covered her well endowed breasts. Her right breast button had a bright glowing red "O" as her left breast had a shiny blue "X". Blue's panties were solid black with cable plug ins dangling to the floor, boy would I love to plug into her. She had a pinkish square on the outside of her left thigh; Blue wore jet black gloves that ran all the way up the top of her arms, fittingly a blue band ran across the top of the gloves.

She spread her legs shoulder width apart and placed her soft black gloved hands on her curvy hips, "Well, Ryan-kun, what do you think?"

"I love it, Blue-chan!" I stopped and changed my tone to a quizzitive one, "But what are you?"

"I'm a Play Station, Ryan-kun," she purred.

"Play Station, eh? Well, I loved to play with you," I replied as Blue giggled at my answer.

"All in due time my Ryan-kun," she smiled widely as we wrapped around each other and began to kiss; as we slowly kissed I decided it was time to see if Blue was really ready to go back outside. If she were, she would easily thwart what I was about to do; I was going to play with my fleshy Play Station.

My hand gently squeezed her ass as my mouth broke from her intoxicating lips and kissed her neck.

"Ryan-kun," she breathlessly moaned as she put her head back giving me a much better attack angle of her neck. I released her ass and gently pulled back on her blue hair as she took erratic breaths. She gasped my name again as I slowly ravished her neck with kisses; her knees weaken as I continued to kiss her neck, she slowly sunk to the floor as I used her Kunoichi knowledge against her.

***

Meanwhile Dana, walked back to the bar, Tara was busy serving drinks as she talked to Chp, Croc, and Logan, who were sitting in front of her. The Raven Wolf held up a drink as she wiped off the counter; as she bent over in front of her favorite Green Lantern she revealed a fair amount of cleavage.

Chp responded, "Tara, you do realize that human nudity does nothing for me, besides, you're married."

The Raven Wolf picked her head up, "Huh?" she replied and then looked down, "Oh!" She put the drink down and pulled up her top a little, "I wore this for Red," she smiled as she tilted her head, her cheeks showed a hint of redness.

Chp, bless his little peanut pumping heart was again confused, "Red...the Naughty French Maid...I don't understand?" he replied scratching his little adorable head.

"Ryan's brother, Red, my husband...Captain Morgan.......The one who just had the little misunderstanding with Blue," Tara finished as her voice lowered.

"Oh!" Chp replied as he understood and hiccuped. Suddenly, he didn't look so good. He turned somewhat green; Croc and then Logan hiccuped too. Logan turned green while Croc turned a tad tannish.

Dana was quite concerned, the Rainbow Bright proprietor stood next to Tara and placed her soft hand on Chp's little furry head, "Chp, you don't look so good, are you alright?"

"I feel...," Chp was answering before he hiccuped again and disappeared in a poof of gray smoke. The smoke started to settle, Croc hiccuped as well as Logan, they too, disappeared in a puff of gray smoke.

The smoke cleared, Dana and Tara couldn't believe their eyes; sitting in front of them were an arrogant chipmunk, elegant ladies purse, and a skunk. "Chp! Croc! Logan!" a bewildered Dana closed her eyes and opened them as she thundered, weird things happened all the time in the tavern, but nothing like this!

Chp was now a chipmunk of the worst subspecies. He slowly looked down at his red sweater, emblazoned with a big yellow "A", and sighed in a high pitch voice, "Not again."

"Chp, what happened?" Tara asked as she leaned over on the counter.

He sadly looked up at Tara and shrugged his shoulders as Dana walked around her to Logan, "What happened?"

"I don't darlin'," Logan the skunk replied, "Croc popped open a bottle of Ninja Brew..."

"NINJA BREW!" Dana thundered and looked at the purse, "CROC!"

"Hey don't bleeping yell at me. I got enough problems as it is," Croc replied.

"Watch how you talk to the lady, bub," Logan threatened as he popped his claws out.

Dana rushed around the counter and opened Croc the purse as Croc protested, "Get your stinking filthy hands off of me you damned dirty Rainbow Bright!"

Dana pulled out the bottle and pulled the cork top off; she took a quick whiff of it a nearly vomited as she turned a shade of green. She closed her eyes, yanked her head away as she grimaced. Dana corked the bottle as she still kept her head away, "This isn't ninja brew...it's Ninshine!"

"Ninshine?" Tara replied tilting her head, "Isn't that illegal?"

"Yes," Dana huffed.

At the same time an irate skunk pulled the purse to his face and exclaimed, "Hey bub, you said it was Ninja Brew!"

"I can't read, so sue me," Croc deadpanned.

A few moments later a glowing Blue walked out wearing her, ahem, Halloween costume as Dana dumped the illegal contents down a drain. I closed the door and followed Blue to a table; Dana and Tara were utterly speechless as the tranquil Blue strolled by without saying a word. I waved to them and continued to follow the blue Sony Playstation.

Tara shook her head and shouted, "Ryan!"

I heard the shout but it sounded more like she spoke it, I turned around and walked over to her, "Yes?" I asked.

"Wh-wh-what did you do?" the befuddled Wolf asked.

"It's a secret, I can't tell you," I replied winking my eye as Tara shook her head.

"Ryan Wolf...," she replied before she caught a whiff of my cologne and completely forgot about Blue, "Mmm, Ryan what are you wearing?!?!?"

"Wolf's Passion," I answered.

"Mmm, I must get some of this for Red," she purred and kissed my cheek, "It's very stimulating...I'm going to check on your brother," she finished and walked away.

Now it was my turn to be befuddled. Tara kissed me? Me, little ol' Ryan Wolf, did the world stop again? First it was Dana, now Tara, what a glorious night! I wasn't finished, Wonder Woman emerged from the sea of humanity and gave me a little kiss on the cheek; she whispered something rather naughty in my ear and gave a flirty wink as she headed over to the bar. But wait! I still wasn't done! My eyes caught Talia and locked onto her, she saw me and also gave me a flirty wink as he rubbed her fine Arabian booty. Wow! At this rate, I'm in need of some serious cloning!

A slow song began to play, Blue and I held hands as we walked onto the dance floor. The fleshy Playstation wrapped her soft arms around my neck as I placed my hands on her hips. She gazed into my eyes, I tried to return the gaze, but that stupid head band completely covered her violet eyes, so I gazed at the green pyramid in the center of the band. We slowly swayed to the music, as we did Dana breathed a sigh of relief, the Blue Tasmanian Devil had been tamed, for now.

Someone opened a window and the full moon brilliantly shined into the room as Blue and I closed our eyes and moved in for a little smooch. Suddenly, I was hot, very hot, almost like I had fur as I felt a cold wet nose. Cold wet nose?

I opened my eyes and nearly jumped out of my fur, standing in front of me was a Blue Playstation Werewolf, proof positive that she is a natural blue. I still felt hot so I looked at my arms; I didn't like seeing dark furry arms so I looked down. I shot my head up and gave Blue a look of disbelief. The fact quickly sunk in that I was a werewolf once again; I gritted my canines and was about to let loose a verbal carpet bombing run when I felt a furry paw tap my shoulder.

I turned around and saw Tara, er, Tara the Raven Werewolf standing in front of me. She had her arms folded across her furry breasts; I could tell by the way she wagged her tail and that she was highly agitated, "I am not amused," she muttered as she tapped her foot.

"Great Hera!" I heard Wonder Woman exclaim.

Uh no! Not Diana! I looked over to where she was and reluctantly looked. Yes, her too and Red, the Naughty French Maid, she was a red werewolf! Who else? I thought as I furiously frantically scanned the room.

I shouldn't thought that, I saw a snarling Talia pulling out an Uzi and cocking it; every woman I kissed, the lone exception Harley, had turned into a werewolf along with me. I quickly turned around to Blue; she pulled her head band up, revealing her surprised violet eyes. She laughed a nervous laugh and closed her eyes as she slightly titled her head and waved at me.

My gritted pearly canines gnarled, "Here's another fine mess you've gotten me into..."

Today is 10/11/12

I did something similar to this back on 10/10/10, just an excuse to post more cheerleaders, superheroines in disguise.

October Update

I almost have my 2012 Halloween story finished, it's a mixture of my DOA 2010 story and a new one. I will be posting more ghoulish stories later this month; it's dawned on me that I haven't posted all of Attack of the Mole Men yet. Oh boy, I've fallen down on the job yet again, I will rectify that. My 2009 DOA Pumpkin Puss story is a few paragraphs away from being finished, finally. So, I leave you today with a pic of one of my fav SD Charger girls...Casie. She's patrolling the sidelines watching for any ghastly creatures from invading the field.

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Ryan's Superheroine Sidekick Extraordinaire's Tip of the Day #276

Don't forget to pack the first aid kit and keep it stocked with traditional and alternative items. It is October after all, Halloween is coming. Please keep in mind that strange this will happen. Your heroine will attract all kinds of ghastly unwanted attention.

That so called scratch she got can be deadly. The brazen weapon that had the audacity to injure her was magic, its poison is slowly swimming in her voluptuous body...neutralizing her power and making her defenseless for the final attack. You did pack the first aid kit?

Beautiful. Good boy, now stand back and watch her work!

Voila! She's back to 100%! Amazing. Time to assist her in defeating the evil that is afoot and she'll reward you handsomely afterwards.

Ryan's Superheroine Sidekick Extraordinarie's Tip of the Day #274

It's October, Halloween is on the way. This is the time of the year where the mortal plane spins the closest to the magical plane, provided I remember my space-time continuum 101 right. This is the month you need to be on your toes, your goddess is going to need you. Things just seem to...happen. Keep your guard up, you never know when a crazed blood thirsty plant will spring to life, try to ensnare your voluptuous heroine and douse her with its arousing mind numbing toxic pollen.