**Note** This is a continuation of a couple series you may recognize, Stinking Telegram, Cleanup on Aisle 7, and My Roommate's Girlfriend. There is one scene of skunk spray and forced tattooing but is a case of mistaken identity and is intended to give a higher stakes Halloween vibe to the story. All characters are 21+**

Stacy rushes into my room excitedly. "We've been invited to a 21+ Only Corn Maze for Halloween!" she gushes.

My mind wanders. "How is a corn maze 21 plus?" I wonder aloud.

My friend Rachel who works at the grocery store is a part time online Dominatrix. She knows a couple who have somewhat peculiar 'interests.' I've met them, Jill and Bryce are super sweet, but have a bit of a unique set of kinks. They have a cute farm outside town. You'll see."

"How will I see?" I gulp nervously. Stacy just smirks wickedly. "How will I see, Stacy?!"

"No time for that! Have you decided what couples' costumes we're going to wear?"

My mind snapped back to when I'd offered to pick the costumes. The past couple months had been one amazing sexy, messy rollercoaster and I'd been preoccupied with my budding romance with Stacy. Now I had to come up with something quick. I went down my mental list of fantasies I'd wanted to see Stacy in. I must have had a dreamlike expression because Stacy's giggle caught me off-guard. "You're fantasizing about what to dress me in, aren't you?" she grinned. I blushed.

"I have a pig costume from last summer, they hired me to be the mascot outside a barbeque joint so I found a plush pig costume online rather than wearing their somewhat questionable sauce-stained outfit. You could be the Farmer's Daughter." Stacy burst out laughing. "I definitely want to see you in that sometime, but I was hoping for something a bit more elegant than Daisy Duke shorts personally." Stacy offered sweetly.

"How about Holiday Mascots? You could be Cupid, I could be Santa Claus." I suggested.

"Hmm," Stacy contemplated this for a moment. "Make yours the Easter Bunny and it's a date!" she smiled. How could I say no to this beauty, I thought. "Done!" I agreed. "I better hop to it!" I grinned. Stacy rolled her eyes and pinched my butt playfully.

With no time to lose I frantically searched everywhere for a bunny suit, but this close to Halloween online orders weren't likely to arrive in time and there was nothing to be found in the local thrift or costume shops. Fortunately I found a listing on a local online marketplace that seemed promising, although it was a humiliating shade of pink, not the slightly less embarrassing white or tan I was hoping for. I arranged a pickup time for the morning of Halloween. Not wanting to risk having no costume at all, I slipped the plush pig mascot costume into the trunk of my car just in case. I blushed deeply as I picked up the bubblegum pink bunny suit, it somehow looked even more ridiculous in person. The raven haired woman selling it looked at me puzzled as I tried to explain our couples' costume idea to her, but she clearly was more interested in counting my cash and getting me on my way. As I inspected the costume in the car I found out why. It had clearly been modified for some kinky roleplay with strategically placed velcro flaps, as well as some shiny silver D rings sewn to the knees, ankles, and wrists. The zipper had a built in lock. Mercifully the key was zip-tied to the zipper pull. It'd have to do, and I pointed my car back to town to the direction of Stacy's flat so we could get ready.

I rang Stacy's doorbell, ridiculous fluffy plush fetish bunny costume in hand. Stacy threw open the door. There before me was an absolute angelic vision. Stacy had gone all out, a silk white toga with gold trim tied at the midriff, white elegant but playful angelic wings, and a golden tiara with a heart adorning her elegantly curled hair. I let my eyes travel down her gorgeous curves to see a fluffy satin diaper. I burst into a giggle at the sight. "Hey!" she protested. "What else is Cupid supposed to wear?" she asked with a pout.

"No, you look absolutely adorable! I'm chuckling because only you could make a fluffy diaper look sexy!" I grinned.

"Humph!" she continued her pout, withdrawing her toy bow and an arrow with a round foam sponge at the end. She drew back the bow and let the arrow fly. It collided with my chest with an unexpected splat! I looked down to see a red frosting heart splattered on my chest from the arrow's impact. "That's for disrespecting Cupid!" she giggled. She set her bow and arrow down on the nearby table and practically lunged for the fluffy pink costume I was holding.

"Lemme see!" she raised her eyebrow as she inspected the ridiculous garment. The paws were thickly padded and had no thumbs, so much for using my hands. Her sexy smirk broadened into a Cheshire cat grin as she discovered the costume's hidden features. "You bought a fetish bunny costume? On purpose?!" she chuckled as she turned it inside out and ran her fingers along the reinforced seams. She noticed a small pocket near the base of the tail containing a battery box and a small remote. She slipped the remote into her bra and continued her inspection. Seeing the key dangling from the zipper, she rushed to the kitchen junk drawer, returning with scissors and some batteries. She snipped the zip tie off the zipper, placing the key beside the remote. "I'll keep these for you." she offered sweetly. She placed the batteries in the battery box, found two exposed metal tabs in the costume's seat and pressed them against my arm. She pressed the remote. ZAP! "OUCH!" I yelped at the electric shock. "It works!" she observed needlessly.

"Thanks you're so thoughtful." I rolled my eyes. She rushed back to the kitchen drawer for a bag filled with several objects I couldn't quite make out which she carefully placed in her handbag. "Let's get you dressed!" She bubbled excitedly. I tugged down my sweatpants and heart-stained t-shirt and stood in my lucky boxers with hearts on them. "Had to show Cupid some love!" I grinned. She giggled and kissed my cheek.

When I had pulled on the fluffy pink bunny costume I turned and requested some assistance. "Um, a little help please?" I asked sweetly. "But of course!" Stacy replied warmly, zipping up the zipper with a tug. She paused for in instant, then I heard a heart-sinking *CLICK* She dangled the key in front of me again before replacing it back in her lacy bra. I went into the guest bathroom to apply a bunny nose and whiskers with a Sharpie while Stacy loaded some snacks and a large mysterious box into the car.

The drive to the farm was too quick, I was relishing sneaking glances at Stacy in her gorgeous costume and feeling a rush from the power exchange of knowing she held the key to my release. We pulled into a driveway beside a large corn maze in front of an adorable white farmhouse with a small barn and the scent of pigs and something else, almost like skunk.

We parked behind the house and exited the car. Stacy's sexy Emo friend Rachel was there wearing a very sexy cat costume, her riding crop dangling from her glittery belt. Rachel and Stacy hugged, cooing and gushing over each others' costumes. I shook Rachel's hand in introduction and she pulled me in for a hug. "That's Mistress Rachel to you!" she grinned, swatting my bunny costumed butt playfully. Just then our hosts joined the group. Jill was stunning in a very tight latex skunk costume, while Bryce wore a plush skunk suit that looked frankly like it'd seen better days, mysterious multicolored stains streaked the white costume tummy and striped tail.

"Your Maize Maze is Amazing!" I grinned to our hosts. Jill giggles, Bryce rolls his eyes. "I like him." he tells Stacy. A handful of other revelers appeared, Rachel introduced us to her co-workers. Jennifer was her boss, wearing a very revealing Ringmaster costume. Beside her was Rachel's night manager who was dressed as a lion. "What kind of grocery store do you work at?" I wondered aloud. They all exchanged knowing looks.

Bryce addressed us as a group. "Welcome Friends! Our annual Maze of Messy Mayhem is about to begin! I warn you if you've never been here before, should you choose to enter you will get extremely messy, possibly lost, and maybe even stuck here and there. If you're not comfortable with that, there's no shame, you're welcome to enjoy watching the cameras from the viewing area with a cold beer and a view of everyone else's misfortune!" The crowd giggled.

"The mess is what we're here for!" hollered Jennifer, to the cheerful agreement of everyone else gathered. I snuck a glance at Stacy who was smirking wickedly. I gulped. Bryce continued:

"There are stations where you will get messy. Signs will give you clues on how to proceed. There are traps that will be extremely smelly. There are things we probably forgot we hid out there. Don't panic, if you get lost or stuck, one of us will come in to rescue you. Keep in mind that if you need to be rescued, there will be a punishment. Most of all, have fun! Last chance if anyone wants to back out!" There were no takers.

As the last of the deep red sunset faded behind the corn, a loud pop sounded and floodlights sprang to life, illuminating the maze. "Alright, this isn't a race. Ready, Set, GO!"

I took hold of Stacy's hand with my padded mitten and headed to the entrance. "Not so fast Bunny!" Stacy giggled, reaching down into the box from the car. She withdrew a now familiar set of handcuffs and a garishly colored easter basket. She snapped one handcuff around my padded wrist, looped the handle of the easter basket through the chain, and snapped the other cuff to my other paw. The bright green easter grass looked comical. Into the basket Stacy carefully set twelve eggs numbered 1-12. "Each egg corresponds to a messy, humiliating task you get to do to me if you don't break the egg. If that number egg breaks, I get to do it to you!" Stacy explained. My eyes went wide in terror. "And so you don't cheat..." Stacy snapped a couple of padlocks onto the rings attached to my knees and ankles, forcing me to hop like a bunny. I tried to protest, but Stacy withdrew the remote and pressed the button, the electric shock surging through the metal contacts beneath my bunny tail, straight into my butt! I hopped, launching one of the eggs out of the basket onto the ground with a splat. "Aww, poor bunny!" pouted Stacy. "I was really hoping you'd get to do that to me, too!" She giggled and took off into the maze, leaving me struggling to hop after her. She didn't get far. The five of us were staring puzzled at the first sign.

"Last one in's a rotten egg"

Beneath the sign scattered across the maze row were five buckets buried up to their brim. "I think we have to each step in a bucket." the lion-costumed store manager suggested. Stacy shrugged and stepped into the farthest bucket with her gold sandals sinking into a cold, sticky purple goo. She oohed as it flowed between her toes, but nothing happened. Next, the lion took his place in another bucket, cold beans soaking into his lion paw slippers. He shuddered but stood patiently. Rachel stepped cautiously into the third bucket, for a moment nothing happened, but slowly her heels sank into the thick white substance. It was corn starch and water. It oozed and resumed to nearly a perfect surface again around her calves.

Jennifer gingerly stepped into the fourth bucket, her thigh-high boots squelching in the glop. "Grape jelly." she announced helpfully. All eyes turned to me. I shrugged and hopped with both feet into the last bucket. Marshmallow cream! My costume's already matted and padded feet were stuck in the cloying marshmallow cream. A loud click sounded, and an air cannon loaded with runny rotten eggs blasted across my face and chest. The smell was horrid and soaked the bunny hood of my costume, dripping down the inside and down the back of my neck. I rubbed my eyes with my handcuffed paws, the basket swinging jauntily between them. The other guests giggled at my fate, grateful to have been spared this time. A light illuminated the path ahead of us, we'd passed the first obstacle. I knelt to pull my costume's paws out of the cloying morass, long tendrils of marshmallow dragging behind them as I struggled on all fours, my basket carefully balanced between my paws. Stacy took the opportunity to launch another of her foam arrows, hitting my butt with a wet splat and leaving another red frosting heart. The others burst out laughing. We set off down the row.

The path grew narrow and turned to the right and to the left at a T. "Should we stay together or split up?" wondered Stacy.

"In horror movies bad things always happen when they split up." observed Rachel. The others nodded.

"Well, it is Halloween, so then that is exactly what we should do!" Stacy grinned cheerfully. The others contemplated that for a moment, and finding no flaw with that logic, took off to the right. Stacy shrugged and waited until they vanished down the path then grabbed my cheeks and planted a deep kiss on my mouth. My lips trembled at her touch. She pulled away, lips smacking. "I want to enjoy this by ourselves." she purred. We kissed again and she playfully skipped away to the left, me hopping furiously after her, a handful of raw eggs tottering out of my basket and breaking in the soft soil of the corn maze. No time for that, I thought, hopping after her.

Stacy didn't make it far. I heard a wet splat and shriek, followed by a comically meek "eew." I hopped faster, seeing only her wings and white diapered butt sticking out of a shallow pit filled with a light brown ooze. She lifted her head dejectedly from the pit, then licked her lips with a smack. "Mmmm! Caramel!" she giggled. "Oh, in that case..." I began as I leapt down beside her with a sticky splut sending a new splatter of caramel tendrils over the few remaining clean sections of her costume. She burst out laughing, leaping on my back and forcing my face deep into the sticky dessert topping. We wrestled and kissed until we were both breathless. Sitting up, I observed, "We're on camera, we probably shouldn't give them too much of a show this early." Stacy sighed. "I suppose you're right. My basket was now heavy with caramel, who knows if any of the remaining eggs had survived. I pulled myself out of the pit onto my knees in the mud and offered her my sticky paws which she elegantly accepted, her caramel coated body not withstanding. We set off again only to hear a click and a cloud of white feathers cascaded down on us, coating the sticky caramel comically. We both collapsed in a fit of giggles and soon set off again.

Team Grocery Store was having almost the identical luck in their direction. Their path headed on a gradual descent that soon became steeper and steeper. Soon they were veritably jogging to keep from tumbling down the slope. At the bottom their feet contacted a black plastic sheet, its shiny lubed surface toppling them over and speeding their decent. They tumbled with a splat into a lumpy, sticky pool that coated them from head to toe. "Ugh, creamed corn and corn syrup!" grumbled Jennifer. The other side of the pool was a steep incline coated with more plastic. Helpfully there were three ropes. They reached for the ropes at the same time, and at the same time realized their mistake. A thick wave of corn syrup washed over them. As the last of the sticky clear syrup drizzled down, a pop sounded and a cloud of confetti and glitter showered down, coating them completely. After a few minutes of puzzling what to do next, another click sounded and a rope ladder tumbled down the wall enabling their escape. Overcoming their distrust, one by one they ascended the ladder out of the sticky pit. Breathing heavily from the climb, they surveyed the path ahead into the darkness.

We found out about their travails only later, we were busy with our next obstacle. A sign blocking our path said Pies and Shine. In front of us in the row was a dimly lit table laden with sticky desserts, beyond the table we could make out only a few rows of corn stretching into the dark. "I wonder what it could mean?" I asked aloud, but Stacy had already formulated a theory. She grinned and slapped a pie into my face, giggling sweetly, that gorgeous sleepy smirk illuminated in the warm glow of the fairy lights on the table. I reached for my own pastry, a thick torte. I splatted it into Stacy's feather coated but otherwise perfect chest. She gasped, her breathing growing deeper. Taking two Boston cream cakes she sandwiched by bunny costumed head, coating my face in the thick custard and chocolate icing. It was on!

We grabbed pastry after pastry, giving little thought to placement, slapping pie after pie over each other's bodies. We permitted our hands to slide and explore the mess, tracing each others' curves. She slapped a banana cream pie into my lap, rubbing it in roughly while licking my cheek. I returned the favor with a strawberry cream pie, my soft mittens teasing her. Finally with one pie left, I passed it to my Love. "You do the honors." I offered. She grinned and slapped the pie into my ass with a splat and her sweet giggle. I'd do anything to hear that sound! The lights beyond the table clicked on and we proceeded through the next section of the maze.

Ahead a wooden structure with a stairway and a bridge appeared as the row grew wider. "We must be in the center of the maze." observed Stacy. If it were daylight, climbing the bridge would allow us to see the path to the exit. In the dark, there was no telling what we'd find. If we climbed the stairs we'd advance to the right, at least for a little while. If we crossed under the bridge, it appeared to direct us to the left. "Should we go up or under?" I asked.

Stacy thought about it, "Let's go up. We can always backtrack if we need to." she observed. We climbed the rickety wooden stairway to the bridge, cautious to search for traps. We could hear muffled voices growing closer, laughter and excited chatter. At the top of the bridge were three buckets filled with some gooey substance. One seemed to be filled with wet oatmeal, another with flour, and the third with chocolate pudding. "We could continue..." whispered Stacy. "Or..." she grinned wickedly. I nodded in agreement as the three familiar voices approached. We listened silently as they recapped the same conversation we had, should they go up or under the bridge? They choose under the bridge. Oops!

We watched the two costumed women and Lion Boy proceed underneath us. Taking careful aim, we tipped all three buckets simultaneously, eliciting screams and a flood of profanity. "Language!" scolded Stacy with a giggle as our victims looked up at their attackers. "You'll pay for that!" hissed Rachel. "I hope so." purred Stacy in return. We gathered together again. That's when we noticed the sticky syrup, glitter, and bits of confetti coating our fellow travelers. They chuckled seeing our dessert and feather coated bodies. "Looks like neither of us is doing too well." observed Jennifer. Agreeing to stick together for the return trip, we crossed over the bridge to the right. Underneath the stairs while descending I saw a furry black and white plush skunk stuffed animal in the shadows. I reached down with my mittened paws and pulled it towards me. A cloud of greenish yellow spray exploded from the toy, dousing me heavily in skunk scent! My eyes watered and I sputtered, trying not to breathe in the stench but it clung to me everywhere. My fellow party members suddenly saw fit to distance themselves as far from me as possible. Stacy tried to stay close to me faithfully, but soon she sneezed. "I'm sorry, but I just can't, maybe if I get to the exit first I can bring you some tomato juice or something."

"Just go with Rachel, they'll get you out of here. I'll be fine." I offered.

"Are you sure?" asked Stacy. "I feel bad!"

"I'm sure. It's all in fun, I'm sure they have something to get rid of the stench back at the farmhouse." I smiled reassuringly. Stacy blew me a kiss and then turned to catch up with the others.

"Oh, one more thing..." Stacy giggled, launching her last sticky arrow into my chest with a splat. I glanced down at the sticky frosting heart now dripping down my chest. "You have my heart!" She grinned and then ran to catch up with her friends.

Hopping down a corn maze in a dessert-and-feathers coated bunny costume alone in the dark while reeking of skunk spray isn't nearly as fun as it sounds. I felt ridiculous and out of place, really just wanted to get back to a warm shower and be rid of this noxious stench. Each hop felt harder and more tiring. I'd long ago stopped caring about the easter basket's contents, but without the keys there was little to do but just bunny hop down the twisting paths. I hopped into a narrow path, far too narrow to be the main route to the exit. Maybe this is a shortcut? I thought. Nope, it ended in a small dead end, square with no indications of another exit. I hopped forward to turn around and my feet plunged deeply into a thick, industrial smelling goo. Rat glue! I groaned as I struggled. I might have been able to escape if my knees and ankles weren't locked together, but without the use of my legs or hands I was truly trapped. I sank down to my waist, my hips below the edge of the dirt path. I swore to myself and closed my eyes to rest.

Suddenly I felt someone forcing a glue-coated rubber ball into my lips I tried to grunt and yell in protest as a tall woman in a witch costume stepped into the light. I struggled more furiously than ever, unsure who this stranger could be. She just grinned knowingly at me, walking coolly around me, taking pictures and video with her phone.

"Hello Bryce. Didn't expect to see me again so soon, did you?" She purred. I furrowed my brow. Who was this crazy woman!? "Don't tell me you don't remember your old flame Jodi? The one you humiliated so long ago? The one whose company and career your sassy fiancé destroyed? Oh don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, or her. I've just wanted to leave you with something to remember me by before I complete my escape to South America with my new company and new life."

I shook my head violently in disbelief. What was she talking about? I watched puzzled as she withdrew a large industrial looking bottle and poured it down inside my costume. It smelled horrid and soon grew hot as it touched the fabric. I could feel its warmth spreading deep into the costume, soaking through down my arms and thighs, pooling at my feet and against the palms of my hands, trapped inside the padded mittens.

"I had another costume picked out for you this time, but I think you look adorable as a pink bunny." she purred. I felt my skin grow hot, then begin to grow tight as the fabric of the costume adhered itself to my skin. "This new formula glue is almost impossible to remove. If I'm feeling generous I'll send you the remover in a year or two." she grinned wickedly. My eyes went wide in fear as the woman withdrew a battery powered tattoo gun. She knelt down in front of my face. "Now don't move, I'd hate to accidentally blind you." she hissed menacingly. I felt the prick of the needles working around the tip of my nose and around the gag. The hot needles buzzed a muzzle around my face and up my cheeks, tracing my cheek bones. She inspected her work, then added some little whiskers and an outline from my nose to my lips. Soon she had completed her torment and held up a hand mirror. I thrashed against the glue trap in rage as a cartoonish bunny face complete with a pink nose and muzzle peered back at me in the dim light. She stood and gathered her things, took some final pictures, and inflated several black and white balloons, attached them to a thin cable, and released them into the night. "Jill will see these in the morning and come to investigate. Then you'll have some explaining to do once she finds you. If she avoids my other surprises I've left in your kinky little maze, that is." She gathered her bag, blew me a kiss, and started to slip down the path. Shouts and flashlights bounced through the night sky as familiar voices grew closer. Panicked, the witch tried to run, but she soon found herself surrounded by a lion, a cat girl, a ringmaster, a sticky Cupid, and two very angry people in skunk costumes. They grabbed the woman and dragged her back towards my clearing.

Bryce removed the skunk hood from his costume and swore. "Jodi!" I thought you were locked away for good!"

Jodi looked mortified. "Bryce! I thought...Wait! If you're here, who is..." Stacy pointed a flashlight at me and stifled a giggle as she caught sight of my new bunny features, stuck in the ground, up to my waist in glue. I rolled my eyes. Jill hurriedly rummaged through Jodi's bag and read the label on the adhesive. "We're ok, this is a commercially available adhesive. I can formulate a solvent in a week or so."

Stacy unlocked my handcuffs and slapped them on Jodi roughly. With assistance I was pried out of the thick adhesive and Stacy removed the locks so I could walk again. Bryce was already calling the authorities. We led our attacker through the maze. As we reached the driveway Jill searched Jodi's car in looking for the solvent. She didn't find any, but did discover a second bottle of adhesive. I grunted excitedly and rushed to the trunk of my car, tapping on the trunk with my fluffy paw. Puzzled, Stacy opened the trunk and broke into a grin. She lifted the old fluffy pig mascot costume up to Jodi. With Jennifer's help and Rachel's riding crop, they soon had the baggy old pig costume pulled up onto Jodi's shaking body. Jill started to pour the adhesive into the stinky pig costume but stopped abruptly. Jill snapped her fingers and raced into the barn and returned carrying a salt shaker, pouring it into the costume before adding the rest of the glue. "The sodium catalyzes the adhesive so the remover won't work. You're going to be a pig for awhile, Jodi!" Jill smirked. Jodi wailed at the realization as the adhesive heated and set. The girls all dragged the pig costumed assailant over to the pig sty and unceremoniously tossed her into the deep mud with a wet splat just as the first police cars arrived, the sky lighting up with red and blue lights.

After statements were taken from everyone, (I was forced to type mine awkwardly on a keyboard one letter at a time since the ball gag was still firmly glued in place). Bryce and Jill explained that the skunk toy had tipped them off, they didn't have any such skunk traps so they knew something was wrong when Stacy had asked for the scent remover. They agreed that I deserved the reward for the capture and arrest of Jodi. In the meantime, it was going to be a long week of waiting for the solvent.

Bryce used a hand-drill to carve a hole in my gag so I could at least sip through a straw. A week of milkshakes didn't sound all that bad. The tattooed bunny nose and muzzle was a bigger problem, but the reward would more than pay for a lot of tattoo removal sessions.

Stacy offered to take care of me until the solvent was ready. "Besides, I've kind of always wanted a pet bunny." she giggled in her singsong voice. I love that sound!

"Besides, I still have to punish you for breaking my eggs." she smirked. "You're going to have a very busy week." she purred. She bent sensuously at the waist and reached for my ankles, locking them together again with the padlock. "Let's hop to it, Bunny Boy!" she giggled softly as she guided me to the car.