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I decided to write this story as a way to try something outside my wheelhouse. It's not quite what I'd like it to be, but I'm ready to move on to something else. Enjoy.

"You sure you want to keep going?" Sheryl asked, barely holding back a giggle. "You look like you're freezing in that thing." She was genuinely concerned for her friend, but it was hard not to laugh at her. While 'sexy lifeguard' made for an interesting, cheap costume, her red one piece offered her no protection from the cold wind of a Halloween night.

"I'm fine," Carol insisted, wrapping her fluffy fox tail around her waist. It was a lie, a bad one at that. Sheryl was practically freezing, and she was wearing real clothes... Mostly. Maybe her mini-skirt and low cut blouse weren't the warmest things in the world, but she was damned grateful for her wool blazer.

"I told you not to wear that stupid thing," Sheryl lectured with a wag of the finger, savoring the sweet schadenfreude. The fox's constant denials were just the icing on the cake.

"Yes Miss Wells," Carol droned back in her most patronizing tone, rolling eyes. "I know you're dressed like a teacher, but you don't have to spend all night telling me I'm wrong. You're just jealous I got more candy than you did."

"Oh yeah, like that's a surprise," Sheryl shot back with a grin. Her candy rattled in her bucket as she grabbed both of her breasts and pushed them together, waggling herself back and forth. "Hi Mister Daniels," she moaned in a throaty, mocking whisper. "Trick or treat."

"Oh my God, it was nothing like that! I, I," Carol flashed her an indignant glare, then burst into a fit of laughter. "Ok, ok, maybe I was a little over the top."

"A little?" Sheryl echoed, trying not to laugh. "He was staring so hard I thought he was gonna stuff the candy down your swimsuit!" Mister Daniels hadn't been the only one in the neighborhood that had been eying her. She'd caught more than a few older men leering at her from windows or loitering cars, and the younger boys were much less discrete. The vixen was a regular blonde bombshell, and she loved to strut her stuff. The tight red latex 'costume' didn't cover much, and followed her body like a glove where it did. Maybe Sheryl was a little jealous, but who could blame her?

"You think we should hit him again? I mean, he does have the full size bars..." Carol said. Sheryl mulled it over, and tentatively looked over her shoulder at Mister Daniels' house. To her dismay, his porch light was out, and so were most of the other ones. The streets had been packed just an hour or so earlier, but now they were nearly deserted. Maybe it was later than she thought, or maybe the cold had just chased everyone inside a little early. Whatever the reason, their trick or treating was definitely over.

"Nah," Sheryl said with a sigh. "And if you're half as cold as I am," she glanced at the vixen. "You don't wanna stay out much longer anyways. C'mon, lets go watch some crappy movies and eat some candy. Please?"

"Fine," Carol pouted. "But I get to pick the first movie."

"Deal," Sheryl agreed in a hurry, grateful that her friend didn't demand more concessions. She took off running before the vixen could change her mind, her skirt whipping in the wind as she trotted down the street in her high heels. Carol shouted out for her to slow down, but she paid the fox no mind. If she couldn't catch up to a rabbit running in high heels, that was her problem.

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Sheryl's house was empty when they arrived, and so quiet that it bordered on eerie. It was the perfect kind of night for their traditional Halloween slumber party, even if they were getting a little old for it. Most people their age went to parties, like her parents did, but she'd rather spend the night with Carol. The vixen had been her best friend for as long as she could remember, and it would likely be their last year of trick or treating. It was better to go out with one last huzzah than to start acting their age. Sheryl sighed wistfully as she kicked off her heels and strolled down the hall to her bedroom, Carol in tow.

"Where are your parents?" She asked, glancing around the darkened house.

"Out," Sheryl replied, pushing her way into her bedroom. She flicked on the light and then took a seat on the plush carpet, groaning as she stretched out her long legs. As much as she loved a good pair of heels, they weren't the best choice for long walks. "Pick whatever you want, but it better be a Halloween movie. You put on some Christmas crap, and the deal is off."

"Chill out," Carol muttered, waving her paw. She dropped her candy bucket on the floor beside Sheryl's, then leaned over her desk, messing with Sheryl's computer. Sheryl looked away... For the first few seconds. She bit her lip as she stole a few glances at her friend's backside, her eyes lingering on stretched, taut piece of latex between the vixen's thighs. Sheryl doubted she could find one thing she had in common with Mister Daniels, but they could both agree on one thing: Carol was one smokin' hot fox_._ "How about... This?"

"Looks good!" Sheryl blurted out, innocently averting her eyes as Carol turned around. One of these days Carol was going to catch her looking...But not tonight. Carol settled in beside her, her tail curled across her lap. On any other night she'd offer to let Carol borrow some pajamas or sweats, but she loved the look of the vixen in her costumes. She always chose something provocative, something scandalous, and it always made their special night that much better. 'If she only knew'_,_Sheryl thought with an inward sigh, pawing at the candy in her bucket.

"Lets take a look at the haul, shall we?" Carol grinned as she spilled her pumpkin pail out onto the carpet, sending candy scattering in every direction. Sheryl giggled and joined in, mixing their spoils together in one great big pile. They always shared, and split whatever survived the midnight monster movie binge.

"Holy crap," Sheryl whispered. "What are we gonna do with all of this?"

"Uh, eat it?" Carol smirked and rooted through the mess, her fingers plowing into a sea of sugar. Her fingers ran across all the usual suspects, funsize candy bars, gum drops, the works. Sheryl watched the vixen's black paw head right for a pile of chocolate coins, but it strayed away, reaching for something else. "The hell is this?" She asked, picking up a small candy with a pink and blue swirl on the wrapper.

"Probably something cheap, or maybe some taffy," Sheryl guessed, picking up a piece for herself. There wasn't any label that she could see, and she couldn't remember stumbling across anything like it before. She unwrapped it, tucking the pretty wrapper into a pocket on her blazer. The candy inside matched the pattern on the wrapper, a flawless twist of pink and blue stripes. "You ever had one before?" Sheryl asked, holding it up to take a better look.

"Nah, never," Carol replied, opening her's. The vixen studied it for all of two seconds, then popped it right into her mouth. "Ooooh my Gawd," she groaned as she chewed it, smacking her lips together. "It's like cotton candy and bubblegum all melted together!"

That was all the incentive Sheryl needed. She threw it right into her mouth, and the second it hit her tongue, her taste buds were overwhelmed by it's flavor. It tasted just like Carol said, only far sweeter than she could have imagined, and the flavor grew bolder and more sugary with every chomp. The sticky sweetness lingered on her tongue well after she swallowed it, and it tickled all the way down her throat.

"Mmph," Carol groaned, shifting in her seat. She put her hand on her stomach, rubbing just below her navel. "I don't think you're supposed to swallow that stuff."

"What do you mean?" Sheryl asked, turning to look at her. The fox looked uncomfortable, not worried, not in pain, but not at ease.

"It feels... Weird, like, my belly is all tingly and, um, uh," she trailed off and looked away as a bit of red spread across her pretty white cheeks. "T-The candy, I think there might be," Carol didn't get out one more word. Whatever she was going to say was lost as she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned, her voice quivering, her body shaking. Sheryl watched with doe-eyed fascination as her friend began to shift around uneasily, whimpering and squirming, her hands furrowing into the carpet.

"Are you alright?" Sheryl asked in a meek voice. Part of her wanted to tell her friend to knock off the crap, and yet, how many times had she fantasized about catching the vixen in such a state? Maybe the vixen was just horsing around, but it sure was fun to watch her jiggle and shake. As she watched, a budding warmth began to grow in her belly, and with it came a queer, prickly feeling that crept down from her tummy and into her crotch.

"Auh," Sheryl moaned beneath her breath, gritting her teeth to hold back a second one. The tingling in her core had morphed into a hot, all too pleasurable pressure that felt just like that tenuous moment where one was caught on the edge of their climax. Nothing had ever made her feel so good, not toys, not boys, and it was only getting better. She leaned back against the edge of her bed, her long ears folding behind her head as she crooned with delight.

"W-What's happening?!" Carol gasped out, her arms wrapped around herself. She writhed beside Sheryl as they moaned together, her face bright red, her body sweating. Sheryl tried to speak, but her words only came out as whimpering moans and startled yelps. It felt as though her insides were radiating a salacious, sultry heat that ran through every nerve and set her mind on fire. As hard as she tried, it was impossible to think of anything but the pleasure coursing throughout her, blinding her to the world outside her body.

"S-Sheryl!" Carol cried out, her needy, almost panicked moan followed by the snap of synthetic fabric ripping apart. Sheryl whipped her head around to look at her friend, and what she saw made her eyes go as wide as saucers. The vixen's form-fitting swimsuit had split in two, from her busty chest right on down to her creamy white thighs.. And between her slim legs was a long, throbbing cock that would make any todd proud, with a set of plum sized balls to match.

She had maybe two seconds to take it all in before the pressure in her belly abruptly shifted inside her, sinking right behind the dripping wet folds of her pussy. 'Oh fuck'_,_she thought, just before it began pushing out. Her whole body jerked back against her bed as pleasure and pain twisted together with such maddening intensity she could no longer tell the two apart.

Sheryl clawed at the carpet and howled as a cock rapidly sprouted just above her folds, forcefully pushing against her thin cotton as it grew until they broke beneath the strain. She watched in horror and fascination as a pulsating black spire of hard flesh crept up from beneath the hem of her mini-skirt, growing and growing until it finally stopped.

The pain vanished as soon as the growth ended, but remnants of the intense sensations echoed in her dazed mind. Both of them went limp, sliding down to the floor against one another, their backs and shoulders propped up by the edge of Sheryl's bed. They both glanced at each other as they panted for air, then looked down to the towering, drooling dicks looming over their bellies.

"Is this real?" Carol whispered, her cheek brushing against Sheryl's. She looked into the worried vixen's eyes, then back down across her body. Despite the situation, Sheryl couldn't help taking a peek at the vixen's curvaceous form. She'd never seen her naked, and though her ruined swimsuit still covered much of her body, there was still plenty to look at. The tattered front just barely covered the gorgeous, round swell of her breasts, showing off a tantalizing amount of fur.

Her heart beat faster as her eyes went lower, taking in the vixen bit by bit. Though her friend's pussy was hidden behind her new, fuzzy white balls, she was certain it felt much like her own. Dripping, wet, and eager to be filled._Just the thought of it sent a wave of pure lust running through her mind, kicking her imagination into overdrive. She could already picture herself bending the vixen's ankles back behind her head and pounding her pussy wide open until the fox was calling her name. _Sheryl, Sheryl...

"Sheryl?" Sheryl jerked out of her thoughts and looked over at her friend, flashing her a sheepish smile.

"Y-Yeah?" Carol bit her lip, blushing as she pointed down at the rabbit's big, black dick.

"You're, uh... Leaking." Sheryl looked down and saw multiple streams of pearly white winding down her shaft from the head of her cock, staining the hem of her skirt. As she sat and stared at it, she caught on to the strange new scents in the room. The normal scents were there, but they were changed,different. There wasn't just her scent and Carol's scent, but also that of a horny todd and a desperate rabbit buck, both of which were just aching for a fuck... And they weren't the only ones. If her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, the vixen smelled very,very much in heat.

"Do you smell that?" Sheryl whispered, her breathing growing quicker as the sweet, intoxicating scents seeped into her mind and kindled the growing, primal lust taking root in her mind. Carol took a few, slow breaths, and soon her cock was leaking even more than Sheryl's was. All the worry in her eyes ebbed away, replaced by an almost predatory, feral need. Fuck her, a voice whispered in her ear. Climb onto her cock and ride it hard. Roll her over and screw her like foxes fuck. A thousand different scenarios played out in her mind, eroding her will to resist until her inhibitions crumbled to dust in a matter of moments.

"You smell nice," Sheryl purred as she grabbed hold of her friend's shoulder, squeezing it tight. She pulled at the remains of her swimsuit, giving it a few rough tugs until it ripped right up to her neck and her plump, beautiful breasts came spilling out into the open.

"W-What are you doing?" She stuttered out as Sheryl took her by her arms and guided her down to the carpet, stiff, but not resisting. Sheryl answered by following her down, laying against her side, grinding her cock against the vixen's hip as bared her buck teeth and bit her friend's neck. She moaned as the rabbit went to town, nipping, tugging, licking at every bit of flesh she could get her lips around.

"Nothing you won't love," Sheryl breathed against her neck, her paws slipping down from her shoulders, sliding onto her friend's luscious breasts. She grabbed two great big handfuls and squeezed, her thumbs strumming the vixen's rock hard nipples. Carol groaned, sounding every bit as wanting as Sheryl felt.

"Stop," she protested, even as her upper-body arched off the floor, her head laid back, her throat bared. Her breasts felt like great mounds of puddy in her paws, pliable, soft, and oh so squeezable. She loved the way they yielded beneath her fingers, pushing out at the cracks between them. Carol gasped and moaned, writhing against Sheryl's big black bunny cock as she slathered each of the vixen's hard nipples with her tongue. The smooth, pampered fur pressed to her dick made it feel like she was grinding against a velvet pillow, a blissful, wonderful feeling... But no matter how good it felt, it wasn't enough to sate the hormones shouting in her ear, a primal scream that demanded she plant her seed in the fertile vixen's tummy.

Sheryl tore herself away from Carol's breasts, sitting up just enough to take a look at her. She'd frosted both the vixen's tits with her tongue, leaving her nipples circled with saliva. Carol's pretty, aquiline face was flush and anxious, she was gasping for air... But she didn't ask Sheryl to stop.

Sheryl skimmed her paws down the vixen's sides and grabbed her by her rump, dragging her out into the center of the room, right out onto the great pile of candy. Sweets crumpled and scattered beneath their bodies as she took hold of Carol's thighs and bent them back, folding the vixen's legs against her chest, putting her ankles high in the air. Carol's heavy shaft flopped against her stomach, and her balls shifted, revealing the puffy, pink, drooling lips of her pussy.

"I've wanted you for a long time," she whispered as she climbed onto Carol's body, settling her thin ankles on her shoulders. It was one of Sheryl's favorite positions, but she'd never been on this side of it before! She grabbed her throbbing shaft just behind it's fat, swollen head, and guided it to the vixen's quaking folds. Carol grabbed her upper arms, squeezing them so hard that her claws pinched through Sheryl's stiff wool blazer. They both held their breath when Sheryl's cock brushed across the vixen's slit, then screamed out as Sheryl sank it straight into her.

Maybe it was how anxious the vixen was, or maybe it was just the sheer size of Sheryl's brand new cock. Whatever it was, Sheryl had to fight for every inch of the sweet fox pussy she so desperately wanted. She looked down and churred at the sight of her veiny rod wedging Carol's pussy wide open, her fox cock jerking whenever Sheryl drove in just a little bit deeper. It leaked all over her stomach, dotting her white belly with creamy globs. Carol's core was clamping down on her, slowing, but not stopping the increasingly powerful thrusts of the horny bunny.

It felt like her entire cock was draped in taut, wet silk that squirmed and shuddered, massaging her turgid, aching flesh from every possible direction. If this was what it felt like to fuck a girl, it was no wonder boys were always trying to stick their dicks in something! She groaned as she forcefully grabbed her friend's full ass, yanking her a little closer, a little further down her shaft. She still had a good inch or two more to go when the soft, spongy head of her cock bottomed out in the vixen's pussy, making her squeal, her hands shaking.

"H-Hold on, limme catch my b-breath," she stuttered, but Sheryl didn't hear a single word. The lust drunk bunny drew her hips back and hammered her cock right back in again, battering the barrier between her and the vixen's fertile womb. "S-Sheryl!" She screamed, her tail thrashing between her legs, tickling at the rabbit's swaying balls. Sheryl groaned, her tail twitching with carnal glee as she began to rut the vixen with the wild, feral fervor of a buck breeding a doe in season. There existed nothing but her desire to fuck and breed, and nothing was going to stop her.

Sheryl lifted herself up on her thick toes, using her body weight to push Carol's legs down against her body, forcing her ass up into the air. She had to make sure the vixen's pussy was going to catch every drop of her cum, had to make_sure_ her tummy was good and full. The growing ache she felt in her balls as they slapped Carol's ass over and over was a constant reminder of how close she was, driving her to thrust faster, to use everything she had in her long, powerful legs.

She rose right up on the tips of her toes for her final thrust, planting her fat cockhead right up against the vixen's cervix just before she popped. Sheryl's legs locked as her body seized up, holding her still as her balls jumped, and her pussy clenched. She shook and moaned as her cock pulsed, firing off shots of potent, syrupy bunny cum deep within the vixen's pussy.

The fox girl's muzzle dropped, and out came a startled, pained moan that rang in the rabbit's ears. Carol's whole torrid little channel seemed to draw taut around her, rippling along every inch of Sheryl's cock as the vixen's body jerked and squirmed beneath her. The throbbing fox cock laid across her tummy twitched, then unloaded all over the poor girl, erupting with such force that it covered much of her own breasts and belly with great, goopy strands of pearly white.

When her body was absolutely sure she was finished emptying herself into Carol's quaking folds, Sheryl's rigid legs and back went as limp as a noodle. She numbly slid the fox's ankles off her shoulders, then fell right on top of her, exhausted, spent, and content. Carol weakly draped her arms across her shoulders, snuggling the bunny right up against her lovely, gooey breasts. There was no question that her clothes were absolutely ruined by the mess soaking into them, but that was the last thing on Sheryl's mind as she nuzzled the panting fox beneath her.