Candy Pikachu

Lily stood impatiently by the door as her mother continued to take picture after picture of her dressed in her makeshift Pikachu costume. Her mother had spent a month preparing it. It was little more than a yellow hooded sweater with the proper black markings sewn on along with a pair of ears sewn to the hood itself. The rest of the costume was just yellow spandex with Pikachu’s signature tail sewn on and a pair of black soled yellow rain boots and thick loose fitting black socks that bunched up right above the top of the boot.

“I have to get as many pictures as I can to show my friends,” he mother explained. “Oh, I wish it wasn’t my turn to host the Halloween party this year. I would have taken you trick or treating myself and just come late.”

“You and Dad are far too obsessed with Pokémon,” Lily scolded her mother. She did not hate Pokémon by any means but her parents were absolutely obsessed with it and that made her enjoy it less. Besides, Pikachu was not even close to her favorite Pokémon. It was, in fact, her father’s.

As if on cue, Max opened the door behind her just in time to screw up one of her mother’s pictures. “You look adorable!” he cooed excitedly as he lifted her up and held her in front of the camera so her mother could take a few more pictures. He even put her on his shoulders like he had not done since she was little.

“Put me down,” she beat on the top of his head with her tiny fists. No matter how hard she hit him, she could not harm Max with their immeasurable size difference.

“Are you sure you can’t take the video camera with you?” her mother begged her father.

“If I waste time filming, I won’t be able to enjoy trick or treating with our lovely daughter,” he argued.

“I know, but I really want to see it.”

“I will take a few pictures on my phone, but only a few.”

“Come on, already. All the good houses are going to be out of candy!” Lily whined at her parents. Max took her down off his shoulders so they could fit through the doorway to the kitchen and then to the garage. He ruffled her curly brown hair under her hood before allowing her to climb into the back of their minivan.

Max kissed his wife and wished her good luck hosting the Halloween party before climbing into the driver seat and heading out. Lily gawked at all of the houses with their porch lights on excitedly as they drove to the end of the block. Max parked the minivan carefully before unlocking the sliding side door so Lily could rush out onto the sidewalk.

As promised, he took several pictures of her ringing the doorbells of the houses and receiving candy and smiles from their neighbors. Some even took pictures of her as well if they liked her costume enough. When she approached the end of the block, he drove down to pick her up so they could continue on to the next street.

They repeated this on two more streets before Max noticed an uncomfortable look on his daughter’s face. “Why didn’t you go to the bathroom before we left?” He knew exactly what was wrong.

“I did, but mom made me stand and take pictures forever.”

“Are you ready to go back home already?” he taunted her. She shook her head. “Well then, you’re peeing outside.” He turned the minivan down an alley and parked just past a phone pole. Lily opened the sliding door to the van and glanced back and forth to make sure no one was watching. She then lowered her spandex to the top of her boots and squatted down on the edge of the doorway.

Max turned his head just enough to keep an eye on her as she pissed out the side of the van. From his angle he could not see much more than her bare ass sticking out from under her sweater. He was used to seeing his daughter use the bathroom, after all he had raised her, so he did not find it to be an odd sight. However, his interest in her costume soon got the better of him.

In fact, more than just his daughter, he was watching a cute girl cosplaying as his favorite Pokémon squatting and baring her butt to him. His cheeks turned red when he realized that something hard was growing in his pants. Lily was caught off guard when her father left the driver seat and entered the back of the minivan. “Wait, I’m not done,” she complained when he put his hands on her waist.

He peered over her shoulder and stared down her front, straight at her crotch which she was thrusting forward over the edge of the doorway. He gulped as he watched her pee streaming out from the one spot a father should never look at on his daughter. Lily felt his gaze and her cheeks turned red. If she were not in the middle of peeing she would have tried to cover her crotch.

When she finally finished, she looked around for anything to wipe with.