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Well, this was another one that was an unbelievable bastard to tag. Don't worry, it starts off weird, but doesn't stay gory or anything. It's not that bad, all told, but I just wanted to make sure no one gets freaked out, grossed out, or anything.

Anyway, this is a small continuation of the Xmas one I did last year. I'd like to do a full followup when the season rolls around again, far more bondagey and all that, but I had an idea I thought would be some silly fun. Judge for yourselves :)

As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Proofread by SkyWing

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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On their way to a new trail leading up remote mountainside, Calvin and Lyla were ready to burst from pure excitement. Over the years together, they had made a hobby of exploring lesser known parks and trails, hiking absolutely everywhere they could. After finding out about a hidden, uncharted mountain range within a day's drive from home, they leaped at the chance to plant their flag on its peak.

Calvin was a tall, thin cheetah, and as such, his coat bore the typical cheetah markings, yellow fur peppered with black spots. His shaggy headfur was dyed teal, his left eyebrow was pierced with a silver stud with both ears having several more studs along their top edges, and his bottom lip had a pair of rings acting as snakebite piercings.

Lyla was a buxom silver bat of average height, an even mix of curvaceous and fit. Her long, black headfur hung between her small, vestigial wings down to the base of her tail. Lacking the cheetah's desperate need for attention, the only jewelry she wore was the pair of rings piercing her large, rounded ears.

They were both similarly dressed in preparation for their hike, wearing cargo shorts, heavy boots, light t-shirts, and backpacks to hold their supplies.

Riding in their car, they approached their destination, the supposed location of the trail leading up the mountain, all the while finding it bizarre that such a beautiful area could manage to stay so pristine. So untouched. So unknown. In the half-hour since they had left the highway, they had seen only a scant few bits of evidence that anyone had ever been there before at all, mostly amounting to sparsely laid out, unreadably faded wooden signs. The aged pavement soon gave way to a simple dirt road, which in turn ended at a wall of untouched forest. Unable to continue on by wheel, they parked the car and grabbed their packs, eagerly beginning their hike through the trees.

While the utter lack of the simplest modern development was indeed baffling, they weren't about to complain. With no one around to litter and despoil the natural beauty, they could truly experience it as it was meant to be experienced. And as the emerged from the forest, the mountain was truly glorious. And oddly alluring. They said nothing about it to each other, but they both felt their crotches grow strangely warm as some faint force began exerting itself upon them. That same force beckoned them onward, subtly guiding them to a specific path upward hidden behind a row of boulders.

Excited about their discovery, as well as increasingly horny, Calvin and Lyla made their way up the mountain, barely exchanging any words as they hiked up the trail. Hours passed by. The further along they got, the stronger the mysterious pull spurring them onward grew, eventually turning into outright waves of euphoria crashing over them with every step. They had always loved diving right into nature, the feeling of truly being a part of the natural world, but this feeling of unabashed pleasure was something else entirely. Without even realizing it, they disrobed as they neared the peak, discarding their shirts, shorts, underwear, boots, and even their packs along the way. Now totally nude, they found themselves standing at the end of the trail, staring into the mouth of a cave.

A cave that hadn't been visible at the start of their travels, yet was yawning wide open before them, impossible for the experienced mountaineers to have missed. It didn't matter. Their minds were too addled to realize something was amiss. Continuing inside the cave without question, they were promptly enveloped by pure, unbroken darkness. The instant they were far enough inside for all light to fade, whatever force had been guiding them lost its hold.

Halting his forward march, the cheetah shook his head and groaned. "What... what happened..." His eyes went wide, barely able to see anything, even with his bright, feline eyes. "Where are we? What the hell's going on? Lyla?"

Snapping out of her own fugue thanks to the cheetah's panicked shout, Lyla tripped over her own feet, crashing hard onto the moist, firm ground. "I... don't know..." she fearfully mumbled, crawling to her knees. "We got out of the car and... I don't know." Perking her ears up, she sent out a series of echoes to map out the area, whimpering when she got a full picture. "Calvin! there's no exit! Did... did we get kidnapped? What's going on? WHAT'S GOING ON!?!"

Though he tried to stay calm for her sake, the cheetah was having trouble not breaking down at the news. No matter where he looked, the bat was correct, there were no entrances or exits. As far as he could tell, they had somehow become imprisoned in a small dome. Even worse, sniffing at the air, he sensed an acrid aroma overwhelming his senses. It wasn't anything he could begin to recognize, though he doubted it was anything good.

"Try to stay calm, Lyla," he said, giving the bat's shoulder a reassuring pat. Squinting at the wall, he could faintly make out a number of circular holes, each the size of a soda can. He reached toward one, gently touching the rim. As if triggered by his contact, a group of long, bio-luminescent tentacles burst forth, bathing the sealed cave with an eerie, blue glow.

Working quickly, the tentacles snared both bat and cheetah by their wrists and ankles, lifting them off the ground and stretching their limbs outward. In unison, they each cried their partner's name, only to be cut off by a tentacle driving itself deep into their throats. Though they gagged at first, choking around the deep intrusion, the tentacles' touch had a numbing effect. Before long, they stopped fighting it, mercifully still able to breathe despite the thick blockage stuffing their maws.

Struggling to wrench his limbs free, Calvin flailed about with a terrified fury. To his despair, he was barely able to budge the surprisingly strong limbs. He screamed around the length filling his throat as he watched another tentacle approach his tail-end, curiously poking at his exposed tailhole. Off to his side, Lyla was getting the same treatment, two tentacles poised at her unwillingly presented rear, perching just outside her holes.

They had less than a moment to look each other in the eyes, silently reassuring one another, when the tentacles shot forward, spearing their orifices with a cruel force. The bat let out a high pitched screech while the cheetah squealed, both of their eyes rolling into the backs of their heads. As with their throats, their respective entrances were soon conditioned by whatever coated the probing appendages, helping them stretch out to accommodate the squishy thickness. As soon as they were planted a satisfactory depth inside their victims, the ends of the tentacles swelled into bulbs the size of footballs, firmly locking themselves inside.

Both Calvin and Lyla gurgled and groaned, stuffed near to the point of bursting, yet once again being wracked by warming pangs of forced pleasure. With the bulges securely holding the tentacles in place, direct fucking was not an option. Instead, the tentacles began rippling, rapidly growing thicker before shrinking thinner, repeating the process over and over inside the tight holes.

The act had the desired effect, fully stimulating the terrified couple. Against his will, the cheetah's barbed cock emerged from its sheath, soon swelling to its full six-inch length. He wasn't sure if he should be thankful that it was, for the moment, being ignored by the aggressive limbs or not. Lyla's clit and nipples similarly grew stiff, twitching openly, reluctantly begging for some kind of stimulation.

Just as Calvin and Lyla started to adjust to their predicament, finding some sort of pleasure in the unceasingly fluctuating appendages, they noticed a series of lumps working their way down the glowing lengths with each pulse. Seeing the spherical bulges heading for their various holes, they once again struggled to no avail, unable to break the iron grips on their limbs, holding them taut, up off the floor.

One by one, they winced, howled, and struggled as those softball-sized orbs were forced down their throats and into their stomachs, or deposited deep inside their rear-holes. A scant few minutes later, the parade of orbs had filled their bodies up to what they could only assume was the limit of their capacity, though the tentacles didn't stop. Their bellies began to bulge outward, showing faint spherical outlines through their stretching skin and fur.

Much to his chagrin, Calvin found himself howling around his impromptu gag as the repetitive, crushing pressure against his prostate milked him to a hands-free orgasm. Barely able to move at all with his limbs fully splayed apart, he bucked his hips and shot his wad up in the air, arcing directly onto his expanding belly. Despite his unwilling climax, the tentacles did not stop to let him recover, only continuing to pump him beyond full, working his already sensitive body to its next peak.

The rhythmic pulsing inside Lyla's pussy and tailhole likewise pushed her over the edge, her little wings flapping as she gave a gurgled screech. Clenching down around the intruders, which did nothing to stop the flow of orbs, she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Same as with the cheetah, the tentacles didn't care to let her enjoy her afterglow and increased sensitivity, never stopping their work, bulging her stomach ever outward.

After what felt like an eternity of raw, bloating torment, Calvin and Lyla both appeared less like they were pregnant, and more like they were being inflated like balloons, possessing massively distended abdomens. The cheetah could only guess that whatever quality the tentacles used to numb their pain had also made their bodies stretchy. It was they only was any of it made sense.

In either case, having been forced to orgasm against his will three more times, four times for Lyla, he was grateful when they finally stopped their pulsing, giving them time to rest. He found himself wishing for nothing more than for the damned tentacles to remove themselves and let them go. The eggs they had deposited, or whatever they were, were still a concern, but they could deal with it later. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like the tentacles were planning on deflating or receding.

"Joooooooiiiinnnnnn ussssssssssss..." a deep, gravelly voice echoed from out of the distant shadows.

Turning his head to look for the source of the voice, he couldn't make out a thing. Aside from a pair of blue lights glowing out of the darkness. Just then he felt a pop in his gut. One of the orbs had ruptured. He wanted to scream, but was still muted by the tentacle in his throat. It felt like acid, burning him from the inside out. Looking over at Lyla, it was clear the same thing happened to her, letting out a muffled scream, squirming in place.

"Joooooooiiiinnnnnn ussssssssssss..." the voice spoke again, the two points of blue light having multiplied to at least a dozen.

Calvin could feel the rest of the orbs rupturing, as if doing so in sequence, flooding his innards with whatever horrible liquid they contained. Was he being digested from the inside out? He didn't want to know, but he didn't have much of a choice either. It felt like his bones themselves were unnaturally shifting as his flesh burned. It was nothing short of agony.

"Joooooooiiiinnnnnn ussssssssssss..." the voice repeated, the dozen lights now no less than a hundred. The first pair suddenly drew closer, stepping into the dim blue light, revealing themselves to be the eyes of a... creature. It was nothing but bones, but the bones weren't right. It looked like a walking rat skeleton, only with sharpened blades for arms, and long spikes covering it top to bottom. It was hunched and smeared top to bottom with blood and scraps of fur and mangled organs, drooling out sloppy pieces of gore from its loosely hanging jaw.

Another shriek off to his side got Calvin's attention just in time to see a number of spike bursting through Lyla's skin. That was it, they weren't being digested, they were being enslaved. Their flesh was being dissolved, burned away, and their bones were being mutated. All so they they could be forced to live in the dark forever with these monsters. He struggled once more, cringing as his skin stretched, any number of brutal spikes about to pierce through it, only to realize the gore-soaked rat skeleton was now standing just off to his side.

The skeleton said nothing more, instead raising a bladed arm to assist with Calvin's transformation. It almost appeared to be grinning as it brought its blade down, cutting-

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"Ohmigod," Lance coughed out, struggling to breathe. "Ohmigod... Mel... Please stop... that's... enough... Sherry's... crushing... my ribcage," he added between gasping gulps of air.

"Man up, Lance," the weasel said. Condescendingly snickering at the reindeer's whining that interrupted her tale, she held her arms behind her head and reclined against her husband, Chris's back. The giant polar was fast asleep, resting comfortably on his side, facing away from the firepit and the rest of the group. To their right, a plump female corgi was lying belly-down on the grass, head posted up on her hands, blissfully staring up into the star-filled sky. Every once in awhile she huffed out a pleased sigh, wagging her curly tail, wiggling her rump as she enjoyed the vibrating butt-plug stuffed between her cheeks.

Glancing at the other side of the fire-pit, Mel saw that the reindeer was indeed in distress, a wide-eyed arctic wolfess tightly clutching his chest. "Alright, fine, 'the end.' I'm sure you can figure out the rest from there," she said, holding her legs apart to get comfortable, letting her well-used, glistening strap-on lewdly dangle between them. "You may calm down, now, Sherry."

"Oh, thank goodness," the wolfess said, sheepishly smiling as she let go of the reindeer's chest.

Taking in a sharp breath of air, Lance spent the next several seconds rapidly panting. The small group gathered outside went silent waiting for him to recover, his gasps overpowering the sound of crackling flames.

The group had spent the evening, as they frequently did, having fun attending another party at the mansion. Being a holiday, that night's gathering had been an entire themed Halloween party involving costumes, games, and of course, a literal fuck-ton of bondage and kinky sex.

For his costume, Lance had gone with a basic vampire theme, amounting to little more than fangs, a cape, and a thong. Sherry had gone a bit overboard with hers, wrapping herself from neck to toe in gauze, coloring her facial fur to make her features appear decayed and skeletal. At the beginning of the party she had made a perfect mummy, but by the time the evening rolled around, most of her costume had been lost. The only parts of her body still covered in any way were her upper chest above her breasts and most of her lower abdomen.

The corgi had at some point been wearing a nurse's costume, though all that remained was the hat sitting atop her red headfut. Save for that, the closest things she had left for attire were her butt-plug and a pair of heavy, gold nipple rings. The cool grass beneath her tickled her nipples and made her metal piercings feel even colder, utterly delighting the diminutive canine. It was almost as good as the buzzing of her thick plug.

Throughout the party, Mel had consistently claimed her costume was of a biker chick. Really, the slinky, brown-furred weasel was wearing her usual mistress get-up, including a thong, vest, bondage harness, chaps, and open-toed heels. The harness, which was doing a spectacular job perking up her large breasts, was the only piece still being worn, the other parts having long since been discarded, the thong in particular being replaced with her strap-on. Behind her, Chris was totally nude, the only possible exception being his cock cage. His initial costume, an old, cheap tablecloth with a pair of eye-holes sloppily cut out of it, the whole thing barely reaching past his waist, had been discarded early on. The fur of his rump was greasy and matted from being fucked multiple times by his wife, while at his other side, the grass under his chaste, wire-caged cock was spattered with dripping pre-cum.

After having gotten their fill of memorable fun at the party, the fivesome had retired to the backyard to have some private, more relaxing fun, eventually deciding to exchange scary stories around the fire. A cheer went up from the mansion's nearby, glass-walled ballroom, likely indicating that someone has successfully bobbed for a wiener.

"Alright," Mel said, crossing her arms over her chest, "If none of you are going to chime in with a new story, I have a good one about a cannibal's haunted butcher's shop." A sly grin crossed her muzzle. "Brace yourselves, this one is going to get gory."

"Noooo!" Sherry shouted back, startling the reindeer by wrapping both arms around his belly and squeezing down hard, burying her face in his fur. The sudden pressure to his gut triggered out a loud, cartoonish belch, the force of which sent his plastic vampire teeth flying out onto the ground. Despite the wolfess' initial fear, she couldn't help but break into snorting laughter as Lance broke out into a full blush.

"If you're done squeezing noises out of your fiance, I could be persuaded to back off - for now - if you sent him over to keep me busy." Unclipping the strap-on's main strap, she pulled the full harness off, humming as the internal dildo slipped out of her pussy.

"Okay! Sounds good to me!" Sherry said, smiling up at the reindeer. "Would you mind taking care of her, Lance?"

"Not at all, my love," Lance replied, happily smiling back. After planting a small kiss on the wolfess' forehead, he obediently crawled over to the weasel's splayed legs, pressing his broad nose against her glistening folds. Taking in a long inhale of her pungent, alluring aroma, he proceeded to spread her labia with his thumbs, promptly thrusting his tongue in deep. Caressing and stroking her walls from the inside, he occasionally pulled out to nibble on the stiff clit before diving back in.

Mel audibly hummed with joy as her vagina was thoroughly explored. Even if she never directly said it, she was grateful that the wolfess had brought home such a treasure. Something about that talented muzzle of his made the weasel eager to look for any excuse to get him to eat her raw. Grabbing onto his large rack of antlers with one hand, pulling him deeper, massaging her breast. As always, she thoroughly enjoyed his efforts.

"Oh, hey, I think I came up with a good one I could try telling!" Sherry chimed in, causing her friends' ears to swivel toward her. "I call it, 'The one about the candy house and witches and stuff!"

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Okay, so, there were these two friends, Sam and Cameron, walking through the woods. Sam was a tall, tan-furred, slightly chubby otter wearing a tight pair of bluejeans, a white shirt, and a red, unzipped hoodie. Cameron was a short, skinny, gray-furred rat wearing loose black jeans and a loose black shirt.

So they were on their way to meet up with some other friends for a Halloween bonfire, when, to their surprise, they came upon an isolated cabin, miles from civilization. But it wasn't any cabin! It was made entirely of candy! As in, peanut brittle walls, chocolate bar roof... sugar glass windows... you know, stuff like that.

"Whoa, what's that?" Cameron shouted, seeing the cabin.

"I think it's a cabin," Sam replied, also seeing the cabin.

"Yeah, I can see that. Why does it look like it's made of candy?"

"I don't know." Snapping off a candy cane gutter, Sam sniffed at it, surprised to smell peppermint. "Wait, it is candy!" he shouted.

"Really?! That's awesome!" Sam tore off a piece of red licorice weather-stripping and ate it as the otter bit into the peppermint.

The sound of an unfamiliar voice stopped them in their tracks.

"You know, I've got plenty more candy inside, if you'd like to stop wrecking my home," a female border collie said. The collie was thin but curvy with a luscious coat of black and white fur. Her voice was really smooth, seductive, and sexy. Really hot. She was wearing one of those pointy witch hats, as well as a sheer black dress that barely contained her large, round, white-furred breasts. "I mean, if you'd rather have some that isn't sitting out in the open in the middle of the woods," she added.

"Sounds good to me!" Sam shouted, clearly never having read any fairy tales.

"I don't see any problems with that," Cameron agreed, also clearly never having read any fairy tales.

"Come on, then," the collie said, walking inside, followed closely by the two friends. "By the way, my name is Esmeralda, but please, just call me Esme."

"Okay," they both agreed.

Directing them into what by all appearances was a dining room, Esme sat them each at the table made of giant cookies, with chocolate screws. "One moment!" she said, opening a nearby door, briefly disappearing into a darkened room before returning with armfuls of sweets. Lollipops and chocolates and stuff. She tossed everything onto the table, grinning as the pair dug in. Before long, they had eaten everything, leaving nothing but wrappers on the table.

"That sure was delicious, Miss Esme!" Sam exclaimed, rubbing his sugar-filled belly. "How can we repay you?"

"Oh, I can think of a few ways," the collie replied, still wearing that increasingly malicious grin. She pulled a wand from her belt, waving it at the duo, whose bodies were immediately paralyzed. Another wave forced them both into the air, spreading their legs in a wide 'V' and holding them like that. The next wave sent a couple long pieces of fruit leather flying out to them, wrapping around their forearms, binding them together behind their backs. Yet another wave shredded their clothes, putting their bodies, sheaths, balls, and what-have-you, all on full display.

Sam and Cameron were too stunned to say anything, not that they were able, 'cuz of her magic and all.

After positioning them both to be facing one another, Esme bit down on her wand, holding it between her teeth, and raised her arms. Despite their fear, waves of pure arousal washed over the otter and rat, seconds later forcing their twin eight... no, nine inch cocks out. Licking her lips, she tore off her dress, keeping her sexy pointy hat while freeing her fat, perky tits and juicy pussy. She approached Sam, and, smirking at the paralyzed otter, she leaped onto his lap, spearing her dripping pussy on his cock. Letting out a muffled moan, she hooked her legs around his thighs, gyrating her hips as she shoved her breasts right into the otter's face. Gesturing behind the otter's back, she forced the rat to fly forward, impaling her ass with his full length.

To Cameron's surprise, the tailhole, though still snug, was already lubed and prepared, easily taking him up to the root. He didn't have much time to consider things, as the collie began moving her hands like a conductor, forcing the otter and rat's hips to piston in and out, fucking her on both sides. With her legs hooked around him, the otter couldn't pull out very far, having to settle for short, brutal thrusts, while the rat's shaft was pulled fully out each time before fully pounding back inside.

Esme was in heaven, howling with joy as she was fucked silly. Continuing to gyrate her hips, she pressed one of her nipples against Sam's mouth, forcing him to suckle on the stiff, pink nub. Her long, bushy tail was wagging, smacking into the rat's muzzle over and over.

Both Sam and Cameron's bodies began to tingle, starting at their bellies. They thought they were just building up to some sort of mind-blowing orgasm. While that was true, their bodies were also beginning to change! Fur and flesh was slowly transforming into gummy candy, orange for the otter, and red for the rat. The change rapidly spread from their stomachs to their extremities, until only their heads were untouched.

Howling again, now riding a pair of smooth, hard gel cocks, squishing and flexing repeatedly in her holes, Esme shuddering with orgasm. Squirting her juices all over the otter's orange, see-through shaft, he shivered in turn and shot his sweet, jelly-like cum deep in her pussy. The rat quickly did the same to her rear, further flooding her tailhole with his sticky seed. After taking a few moments to enjoy her afterglow, she pulled herself up from their laps and hopped back onto the floor.

Seeing each other for the first time, now all made of candy like they were, Sam and Cameron tried to scream, though they were still unable. And besides, with another gesture, she finished her spell, turning their heads gummy too.

Now done preparing her victims, Esme walked back into her pantry, forcing the terrified due to float in after her. As they soon realized, it wasn't really a pantry, but a full storage area with clear candy boxes, each big enough to fit a full body! And most of them were already occupied by more candied people, a lemon-lime lion, a watermelon wolf, a blueberry badger, a strawberry skunk, a pineapple panda, and even a dragonfruit dragon, all of whom Sam and Cameron recognized as the friends they were going to meet! Each one looked panicked, trapped in their case, trying to break out, and most worryingly, featuring a number of nibble marks.

"Well, I must say you too were a delight," Esme said, directing the hovering otter and rat to a pair of empty cases, "but now that I've had a taste, I must save the rest of you for later. Can't fill up too much and expect to keep my figure, after all!" A nod of her head sent the rat flying into a case, which snapped shut after him. "Then again, I hate raspberry, I don't mind putting him away and saving him for my friends. You, on the other hand," she hungrily licked her lips, "Orange is my favorite. I suppose it could hurt to indulge myself just a little. It is Halloween, after all!" With that, she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

The end!

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Sherry was wearing a proud smile, holding her arms apart in a proud flourish. Her nipples were totally stiff, exposed as they were to the brisk night air.

"How, exactly, was that ending any less disturbing than my story was?" Mel asked, sardonically smirking at the wolfess.

"Because... candy?" Sherry replied, shrugging and smiling.

"Yes. Well, it was certainly interesting, for what it's worth."

"...mmm, candy dragon..." the corgi said, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs. She said nothing else, far more interested in playing with her crotch while tweaking her pierced nipples.

"I loved it," Lance said, looking up from the weasel's crotch, the fur of his muzzle darkened with her juices. Having successfully brought her to a shuddering orgasm near the climax of the story, he got back to his hands and knees and crawled back to Sherry's side. The wolfess gave him a quick kiss, giggling at the arousing taste of weasel left on his lips.

"Of course you did," Mel said, giving a satisfied sigh. "If you're such an expert, why don't you use that golden tongue of yours to tell a story now."

"Oh, I... No thanks, I'm not really much of a storyteller..."

"Come on, Lance, give it a try!" Sherry said, throwing her arm across his shoulders, nuzzling his cheek. "I bet it'll be great!"

"Alright... Give me a minute... Let me think of something..."

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So there was this... vixen, I guess... good body, really big tits... She was walking down a desolate road through a... a forest. It was dark out, so it was nighttime too. Although if it was the woods, with the tree cover there wouldn't be any light at all anyway, right? So it was a desolate road by the woods with streetlights, but it was empty because it was desolate.

Anyway, this... vixen was it? She was walking down the road until she was stopped by a-a-another vixen leaping out of the trees. This other vixen was a monster though, like a were-vixen, all big, muscly and feral. And instead of eating her, they fucked and scissored and stuff. It was really hot.

The end.

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The reindeer broke out into a vivid blush as the two women stared at him, totally unimpressed.

"Lance," Mel said, giving a disappointed sigh, "you're getting married in less than two months. Please don't tempt me to rescind my blessing."

"Come on, I said I'm not a storyteller!"

"It's alright, I still love you," Sherry said, giving him a firm - though mercifully not too firm - hug. "You've been awfully quiet, Millie. You want to tell a story?"

Seeing that the corgi hadn't noticed the question, Mel rolled her eyes and shoved the mildly panting dog's shoulder with her foot.

"Hm?" Millie said, snapping out of her reverie. "What're we doing? What's going on?"

"We're exchanging scary stories," Mel said, giving an exasperated sigh. "Sherry asked if you had one you wanted to tell."

"Oh, that sounds like fun!" Smiling eagerly, the little dog rolled over and crawled onto her knees, then fell back, sitting upright on the grass. Her eyes rolled back into her head when she landed directly on the vibrating plug, making a noise like a choking gasp.

"You alright, Millie?" Sherry asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"I'm aaaaaaawesome." The corgi tilted back slightly, spreading her legs, showing off her damp, red-hot vagina. Reaching down to resume gently rubbing at its lips, she focused herself just enough to get a story going. "Okay, this one's about a dragon!"

"Oh, lord," Mel said, squinting while pinching the bridge of her muzzle.

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Once upon a time, there was a dragon living in a cave full of treasure. He was muscular and scaly, and really sexy. Shiny, green... Long, sharp horns... Broad chest... Just really, really hot.

There was a village nearby, and while they thought he pillaged and stole from them, he really didn't. They were just paranoid and wanted to blame him. He didn't have a violent bone in his body.

One day, the village sent their greatest warrior, a female corgi knight, tall, thin, and buxom, to slay the dragon. She entered his cave in her full armor and a sword, ready to slay the beast.

When he saw her, he was about to defend himself, but fell in love right away. As she charged to attack, instead of lashing out with his claws, he stared into her eyes and soothed her anger. She dropped her sword, feeling her rage overridden by unbelievable lust for the dragon. Wanting nothing more than to please her new master, she quickly stripped out of her armor and tossed it aside.

Falling to her knees before the dragon, whose foot-long, bumpy erection had already been coaxed out of his slit, she proudly worshiped its beauty. Not even needing to be told, she swallowed the whole thing down to its base, gagging as it filled her throat, but never being happier than feeling her maw used as a cock-sleeve by the horny horned dragon.

After giving a few mindful thrusts of his hips to let her adjust, he full-on fucked her throat, just, brutally pounding her raw. He made sure to grind her nose up against the musky scales of his crotch, holding her in place sometimes to fill her every sense with his scent.

Having had his fill of her throat, he commanded his canine concubine to sit back on the floor and spread her legs. She did so, her eyes swirling the same color of his own, and squealed with joy when he lunged forward and buried his twitching shaft into her tight, pink, puckered tailhole. The fire he breathed into the cave's ceiling paled in comparison to the heat crushing down around his cock. He went into a full frenzy, fucking the daylights out of that corgi. And then he came, flooding her tailhole with his draconic cum.

But he wasn't finished there, fucking her over and over and over and over, and to this day some say they're still fucking. Especially in the butt. Like over and over. And spanking her before fucking her in the butt some more... over and over...

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"...Was that it?" Sherry asked, tilting her head at the corgi.

Having gotten distracted by her own story, Millie was focused entirely on bucking her hips atop the plug, relentlessly working half a hand in and out of her vagina. She appeared to have forgotten she was telling a story at all.

"Forget it," Mel said, letting out an exasperated sigh. "She was a lost cause the instant you brought up dragons. Alright, if no one else has-"

"I've got a story," a deep voice rumbled from behind the weasel. Chris slowly sat up, yawning while exaggeratedly stretching his arms. Taking care to cross his legs in front of his crotch, he turned around, scooting forward to join his friends.

"Feeling better after your little power-nap?" Mel said, mildly annoyed at losing her cushion. Shifting a couple of feet to the side, she made room for the massive polar bear to take a seat by the fire.

"Energized," Chris replied, pulling his black lips back in a wide, toothy grin. After clearing his throat, he began, "Once upon a time, there was a land much like this one, ruled by a benevolent, if domineering queen weasel." He winked at his wife, who smugly smirked back. "The queen was beloved by her subjects, such as her..." he said, trying not the snicker at the sight of the masturbating corgi, " ...dragon handler, as well as her twin jesters." He gestured toward the wolfess and reindeer pressed shoulder-to-shoulder against one another.

In unison, Lance and Sherry shouted an indignant, "Hey!" much to the polar bear's amusement.

"One day, there was unrest in the kingdom, when a great beast tore through the woods, ravaging the towns, tearing the armies to pieces. No one could do anything to stop the beast, all were helpless before its fury. At least, until the queen arrived to put a stop to its rampage. Through the raw force of her will, she cowed the beast, forcing it into an impenetrable cage and securing it with an unbreakable lock, the key to which only she would hold. Once again, the kingdom was safe, and on that brisk, starry evening, the queen and her friends held a festival to celebrate her glorious reign. Gathering around a bonfire, they cheered, danced, and exchanged stories, each attempting to one-up the others, wishing to gain their beautiful, powerful, magnificent queen's favor."

Grinning ear-to-ear, Mel was immensely enjoying the story. Her doting husband had long-since mastered the ability to stroke her ego. Amidst other things.

"All throughout the festival, the great beast slept in its cage, no longer a threat to anyone. Or so they all thought. The queen and her subjects were unaware that the beast was only pretending to slumber. It was, in fact, letting the only threat to its rampage get distracted, tired, and weak, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

Mel's smug expression fell slightly, replaced with a single inquisitively-cocked eyebrow.

"While they all partied, thinking themselves invulnerable so long as their queen was near, the beast watched on, plotting and planning, reaching its tendrils out until, unbeknownst to the queen, it had successfully stolen the key to its cage and freed itself."

Her eyes going wide, Mel slapped her hand on the bottom strap of her harness running along her left side, gasping when she found the key was indeed missing.

Tossing the opened cage aside onto the grass, Chris uncrossed his legs, showing off his massive black cock, now free from its prison and fully erect. The long, beer-can-thick pillar of flesh throbbed ominously in the flickering firelight, glistening with a mix of pent-up pre-cum and lube.

"Before the queen could prepare her defenses, the beast struck!" As he finished speaking, Chris lunged forward, pouncing atop the surprised weasel. Straddling her body, he kept her pinned to the ground, flat on her back. Grinning down at his wife, he finished his story, "And just like that, the queen, and the kingdom, were all claimed by the beast. The end." He leaned down, kissing the smaller weasel deeply, using one hand to massage her breasts while prodding his rounded cock-tip against her folds.

The instant the kiss ended, Mel stifled a small moan, preferring to threateningly grin up at the bear. "Clever beast. You better believe you're gonna pay for this."

"Oh, I know. So I'm gonna have to make it count." Continuing to straddle the weasel, he briefly sat upright to roll her over onto her belly. Before she could react, he pressed his cock under her tail, directly against her fleshy pucker, applying increasing pressure until popping the mushroom-head popped past her rim.

Let out a howl of delight, Mel shuddered as she clenched down around the intruder. She reached a hand down to play with her crotch, only to be stopped by the bear grabbing hold of her upper arms.

With a grunt, Chris rolled them both over until he was flat on his back, clutching the writhing weasel to his chest, pinning her arms to her sides. He immediately began thrusting his hips off the ground, using gravity to his advantage as he steadily stuffed his length into her snug rear.

After a few initial struggles, Mel willingly ceded victory to her husband. At least this time. Kicking back, she enjoyed the rough-padded hand kneading her breasts while every pump of his hips stretched her tailhole to its limit. Despite being overwhelmed by pleasure, she had to admit she was impressed by the bear's hidden pickpocketing skills. She made a note to see just how good his hands truly were when all was said and done and he was back in his rightful place, groveling at her feet.

Perched atop the bear's rounded belly, Mel noticed the nearby corgi, still obliviously going to town on herself. Remembering her own currently unoccupied pussy, she shouted, "Millie! Come over here and give me a hand!" Spreading her bent legs, she waved her long tail and bucked her hips, beckoning the horny dog over.

Looking up at the weasel, Millie's eyes went wide, finally snapping out of her dragon-addled haze. She rolled over onto her knees, crawling up to the eager entrance, ready grab hold of the spread thighs and dig in, only to be stopped by the bear abruptly raising his pelvis off the ground.

"Ah, ah, Amelia. You want your pussy eaten, you're going to have to return the favor."

"You are - HNNNNNN - SO going to pay," Mel said, growling under her breath. "Come on then, Millie, - OHHH YES RIGHT THEEEERE - climb aboard."

The little corgi's face lit up with pure joy, her curly tail wagging at a blurred speed. Climbing atop the duo, she sat her dripping folds directly onto Mel's muzzle, wiggling her hips until she felt the a tongue dart into her tunnel. Gleefully sighing, she fell forward, trapping their breasts against the other's belly-fur, and lowered her head, burying her face in her partner's crotch. She immediately got started, running the fully-extended length of her long, flat tongue along the superheated lips, each time giving the clit an especially lascivious slurp. Looking a little further down below as she worked, she was transfixed by the sight of the bear's fat black shaft stretching the weasel's tailhole wide open.

At the same time, Chris had finished his progress inward, bottoming out inside his wife. Since the pure heated tightness of her backdoor clenching around his cock was making it difficult to concentrate, he was eager to get things moving. With one small, additional modification. Since he no longer needed to keep hold of his wife, he reached up, grabbing the base of the corgi's vibrating butt-plug, and ratcheted up the intensity from low to the maximum.

Screaming with euphoric joy, Millie bathed the weasel's folds with her hot breath before completely cutting loose, aggressively eating her out as thoroughly as she was able.

The burst of hot breath teasing her to a lust-driven madness, Mel dug in as well, forcing her muzzle against the corgi's pussy, intentionally rubbing her chin against the engorged clit as she gave her a deep tongue fucking.

"Hold on tight," Chris rumbled out, groaning as if he was ready to burst.

Hooking her arms around the weasel's splayed legs, Millie clutched them tightly, additionally taking the opportunity to press a pair of fingers deep into her tunnel.

Chris reached up to get a firm grip on the corgi's ass, kneading her round cheeks, forcing her vagina even harder against his wife's face. With a grunt of effort, he used his powerful legs to lift his pelvis off the ground, arching his back, supporting their combined weight with his shoulders and feet. Without any further hesitation, he pulled his cock partway out of the weasel's ass and commenced jack-hammering his hips, grunting and moaning as he brutally ravaged the snug tailhole.

Sandwiched between the corgi and the bear, essentially gagged by the squirming dog's labia, Mel could only give a muffled squeal of pleasure as her normally submissive mate took her ass for a ride. Likewise, Millie was feeling nothing short of pure bliss. Despite the rough, bucking ride, she was doing everything in her power to continue fingering her fiend and eating her out. She wasn't accomplishing much by that point, mostly tickling the quivering entrance while jabbing the sopping crotch with her muzzle every time the polar bear's hips slammed upward. The weasel didn't appear to mind, gleefully bucking her hips and flailing her legs, adding to Millie's challenge.

Over on the other side of the fire-pit, Lance and Sherry had been watched the show with rapt attention. Sherry, in particular, was feeling jealous of the thorough stuffing her best friend was receiving. Holding hands with the reindeer, she let her free hand wander down below her waist, stroking up-and-down her lips once they found their target. "Hey, Lance," she eventually said, taking a moment to nibble at her lower lip, "feel like joining-"

She was unable to finish her thought, as, in a flash, the reindeer did his best impression of the polar bear and pounced atop his mate. Holding her down by her shoulders, he was drooling with raw lust, gyrating his hips, rubbing the underside of his rock-hard erection along her folds. He leaned his head down, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, massaging the little nub with his tongue, gently biting it, all the while skillfully keeping his antlers out of her face.

Alternating between panting and letting out cute little moans, Sherry grabbed his antlers and pushed them away, forcing the reindeer to release her nipple with a small pop. "That's wonderful and all, but right now, I rather you just plow me. Is that alright?" she asked, giving a friendly, polite smile as she spread her legs, welcoming him inside.

Not needing to be told twice, Lance shot forward and gave a single hard thrust of his hips, easily penetrating her nearly up to the base of his cock. Placing his knees firmly on the ground between her legs, he repeatedly slammed their hips together with reckless abandon, moving one of his hands lower to squeeze and massage her breasts. Through his haze, he grinned, seeing the beautiful white wolfess shuddering, forced to let out a loud, gasping moan. Lowering his head, he engaged her in a loving kiss, at no point slowing the speed of his pounding.

Giggling once more at the lingering taste of the weasel's juices on his lips, Sherry's ears perked up, hearing a bestial roar a short distance away. Looking across the fire, the polar bear was giving a series of short, intense thrusts, hammering at the weasel's backside. Within moments, he achieved his much deserved, well-earned release, firing multiple thick spurts of cum deep into her backside, gushing into her tailhole to the point it was squelching out past its rim with each continued pounding.

Feeling the warm goo fill her insides, Mel was the next to go, seizing up as she climaxed, wrapping her legs around the corgi's head and holding it close to her soaked, quivering crotch. A short time later, Millie followed suit, finally achieving an explosive climax, utterly drenching the weasel and polar bear's faces as she wildly bucked her hips.

After what felt like a wonderful eternity of mutual afterglow, the trio fell over onto their sides, sprawled out onto the grass. While Millie simply lay on her belly, once more staring up at the stars in a complete daze, her plug still buzzing away at top speed, Chris hugged Mel to his chest, still fully embedded in her rear.

Spurred on by the site of her friends' messy, sticky, most of all glorious climaxes, Sherry didn't last a whole lot longer. Making another long whining moan, almost like a weak howl, she wrapped her legs around the reindeer's hips and bucked upward. She shuddered as she reached her peak, her tunnel clenching down around his pistoning cock as she soaked his crotchfur with her fem-cum.

With the wolfess having reached her peak, Lance finally dropped whatever self-control he had remaining. He screwed his eyes shut tight, hammering away at her moist cunt until reaching his own finish. Gritting his teeth, he shot his load deep into her tunnel, collapsing atop her once he was completely done. He remained totally still for some time, letting the warm waves of pleasure wash over him as he held his wolfess close, gently stroking her luxurious coat. Giving an exhausted yawn, he pressing his broad nose to her cold, petite one, and rolled them both onto their sides. He slowly opened his eyes, smiling when he saw his mate staring back.

"That was wonderful," Sherry said, giving a yawn of her own.

"It was perfect," Lance agreed, gazing dreamily into her eyes, completely unbothered by her ghoulish makeup.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Giggling softly, Sherry only added, "Happy Halloween," before engaging her love in one more lengthy kiss. It had easily been the best Halloween of her life, and she couldn't help but find herself inwardly grinning, looking forward to whatever they were all going to do for Thanksgiving.