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"We can still just go home if you want to, Sam," Dirk breathed in deeply and reminded the cougar. He turned the key back and grasped Sam's shoulder with his paw. The engine rumbled one last time and then went quiet. The two sat in darkness, the crunch of passing tires was the only sound they could hear. A faint mist started to form on their breaths as the biting cold made its way in.

"No, I want to go inside," the feline blinked and shook his head as another vehicle pulled in behind them to park, illuminating Dirk's car for a moment more. "I want to go in... I just saw all of these people. I didn't expect there to be this many..."

"I'm glad we got here when we did," the brown bear laughed. "People are parking in front of the neighbors' houses now. Hope they brought a jacket. That's going to be one long, cold walk."

"Yeah," the mud-colored cougar sniffled, opening his door and swinging his feet out onto the dead, crumpling leaves.

"And hey, I'm here for you, Sam," Dirk stretched out his arm, offering a heavy overshirt as he made his way to the passenger's side. "If you don't think you can handle this we can --"

The feline snatched the shirt from the beer-bottle-brown bear's paw. "Let's go, I'm ready to get out of this cold-- Ahhh!"

Dirk and Sam threw up their arms to shield their eyes from the sudden bright light. Several rapid and skull-vibrating honks shattered Sam's hushed tone as he yelped, his body quaking and his heart thumping heavily in his chest.

"Austin, you piece of shit!" the bear growled, snarling and clenching his fists. "You nearly scared Sam to death!"

"My bad, Sammy," Austin called out, slamming his car door shut with his heavy otter tail. "I was aiming for Little Bear there. You all good, kitty-cat?"

"How many times have I told you not to call--" Dirk started to shout until Sam grabbed his arm.

"Can we go in now?" Sam relaxed his posture, appearing calm once again. Another moment more, and his teeth stopped chattering. "Please? I'm cold. I'm ready to go party."

"Sure, yeah," the bear agreed, making sure to cast an aggressive glare Austin's way before pulling his hoodie over his head.

Dirk and Sam padded briskly down the sidewalk and up the driveway. There was a group of guys dressed like pirates being ushered into the front door. Sam spotted Anders waving people inside and gave a grin and a wave.

"You two! Hey!" Anders boomed happily. He was dressed as Frankenstein's monster. He pulled it off really well, with tattered and discolored clothing hanging loosely off of his bulky bull frame. He even had a fake scar painted across his forehead, which wrinkled as he smiled at his new guests.

"You look great, Anders!" Dirk complimented. "Let me guess, your bride awaits inside?"

"Ha ha," the bull sarcastically laughed. "Yeah, Kief's inside. He's running around giving out noms now. If you hurry you can probably still grab some cocktail sausages while they're hot. He's the only mummy in there with an adorable tiger tail flailing behind him."

"A mummy, eh?" Sam chuckled. "Can't wait to see it."

"Speaking of," Anders furrowed his brow and tilted his head, "where are your costumes?"

"We'll see ya inside, bull," Dirk smiled and squeezed past. "Come on, Sam."

"Don't forget to grab a drink off of the bar. I made 'em myself..." Anders let the door click shut. He readjusted his ripped-up jacket and headed back toward the living room.

"Kief really outdid himself this time," Sam's eyes widened and he took a look around. "These decorations are really... really..."

"Corny?" Dirk snickered and pulled the cougar toward him, giving him a small kiss on the side of the head.

"I was going to say typical, but yeah," Sam laughed, squeezing the bear and nuzzling the side of his neck. "Corny describes it perfectly."

They made their way through the scattered partygoers; dressed as witches, vampires, and characters from movies and video games. On the tables and fireplace mantle; there were jack-o-lanterns, skulls, buckets with ghost faces filled with candy corn, and "Happy Halloween" signs everywhere.

"This has got to be intentional," Sam pointed at a mini faux-graveyard surrounded by fake spiderwebs on the bar. "Nobody is this tacky. Not even Kief."

"Here, why don't we partake in some refreshments," Dirk laughed again and suggested, bringing one of the cups of already-poured alcohol to his muzzle. "Aaand whattaya know? Green apple. This is so typical it's painful."

"I dunno," Sam set the rim of his cup on his upper lip and breathed in heavily before taking a gulp. "I think I'm starting to like it. Imagine how much fun the tiger and bull had setting all of this stuff up."

"Really?!" Dirk asked, his eyes opening up excitedly. "So you're glad we came to their Halloween party?"

"I am," Sam plopped his paw on top of Dirk's and smiled at him, his whiskers flicking forward. "Let's go mingle. Surely we can't be the only ones here without costumes."

The bear and the cougar trotted hand-in-hand to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. A satisfying fwoosh escaped from the cushion as it compressed under them.

"There's so much... orange," the ursine wiggled, stretching his arm around his boyfriend's waist. "And is that, yeah, that's Rocky Horror on the TV in the other room. They're even singing and dancing along. Ooh, and the chip dip is in a little plastic cauldron. What's next? Face painting? I feel like I'm ten."

"Ha," the cougar nudged Dirk's chin with his nose. "You know, this holiday is growing on me. And I, for one, would like some of those little candies wrapped in the black and orange wax paper. I wonder if they have any?"

"Are you kidding? I'm sure Kief's got tons of those. They match his stripes, after all," Dirk smiled widely. "Just like I'm sure Anders stocked up on those chewy caramel Cow Tales things. You know those two and their... unique sense of humor."

"Can't argue that they don't have a great taste in music, though," Sam relaxedly sighed, scooting closer still to the bear. "Who is this again?"

Dirk's little round ears perked and rotated slightly, like fuzzy satellite dishes searching for signal. "Genesis. This one's a classic!"

"Well yeah," Sam grinned, squeezing Dirk's paw. "But is it Phil Collins or Peter Gabriel?"

"The song's good, so that means it's Collins," the bear's front teeth slid over his bottom lip as he grinned.

"Hate to break it to you, Little Bear," Austin interrupted, sitting on the ottoman directly across from the couple, his thick otter tail slapping the floor with a muffled thud. "But that's totally Peter Gabriel."

"Hi Austin," Dirk greeted through gritted teeth. "I didn't see you there."

"Oh, it's cool," the otter unwrapped a Starburst and popped the pink treat into his mouth. "I smelled you there as soon as I walked into the house. Forget to shower before you came to the party?"

"Oh, you're hilarious," the bear retorted weakly, pulling his phone from his pocket and opening the browser. "I think you used that joke on me, oh... Yesterday was it? And this is totally Phil Collins, I would know..."

"Would you, now?" the otter leaned in, chuckling. "What's Wikipedia say there, Mr. Bachelor of Music?"

"Well, when you're right you're right," Dirk ceded.

"Which is always when it comes to you, Little Bear," Austin laughed again.

"You know I hate it when you call me that," the ursine cocked his head to the side in annoyance.

"Well maybe you could put some muscle on, then," the otter poked Dirk in the tummy. "Sammy here is tall, so he can pull off the skinny-but-toned look. You're the same height as me, dude. When an otter on the track team is bulkier than a bear that does nothing but sit around and play video games, something's wrong."

"Do you charge for this enlightening advice? And does my asshole-otter insurance cover it?" the bear squirmed in his seat. "And don't call my boyfriend 'Sammy' either. That's like a pet name. You can call him 'Sam' just like everybody else does."

"Such a sensitive little specimen," Austin lisped mockingly. "Maybe Sammy's a grown up and he can tell people what he wants, himself. And maybe he just needs a real man to..."

"You're crossing a line right now, Austin," Dirk whispered, his voice growing angry and gravelly.

"Looks like Widdle Bear can't take a widdle joke," the otter dug around in his paper bowl and pulled out a Kit Kat.

"Enough, Austin," Sam spurted out sharply, his body tensing up.

"But Sammy, we were just..." the otter tried to speak but was cut off again.

"Why did you stop picking on me, Austin?" the cougar narrowed his eyes and asked, almost accusingly. "Why did everybody stop picking on me?"

"Sam. Just..." Dirk rubbed his partner's forearm to try and relax him.

"You took all the jabs, all the jokes," the feline stood up, shaking away the bear's paw. "Everything that was meant for me and you piled it all up on Dirk. Why?"

"Sammy..." Austin tried again.

"Tell me!" the cougar's voice raised, the fur on the back of his neck starting to stand up. "Why does everybody treat me different now? Like I'm fragile..."

"Sammy," the otter hung his head, "you know... Reed..."

"Jesus Christ! Still?" Sam exclaimed. The music clicked off. The other party-goers were starting to stare. "I'm not made of fucking glass, Dirk. I'm not going to fucking break!"

"Sam..." Dirk draped his arm across his boyfriend's heaving shoulders. "Come on, honey."

"I need some fucking air," the cougar, shaking, unbuttoned his outer shirt and stomped away. "Dirk, come on!"

The bear, his muzzle hung open in shock, hurriedly padded to Sam who was already in the kitchen. He slowly turned around to face the bear. He cleared his throat and looked his partner in the eye.

"Dirk..." the feline started, breathing in and out rapidly. "I... I just caused a scene."

"Sam, come on," Dirk gripped both of his cougar's arms and held tightly. They stared at each other with their eyes wide and frightened. "Let's just calm down a little. Let's go for a walk."

"I want to get away from all of this Halloween bullshit," Sam admitted, his voice returning to normal. "I fucking hate Halloween."

Wordlessly, Dirk nodded. They made their way toward the hallway, dodging pipe-cleaner spiders and rubber bats.

"Baby..." the bear finally broke the silence. "Um, when you were shouting at Austin... You kind of said my name. Is there something you want to talk..."

"Look!" Sam interrupted, pointing at a door with his shaking paw. "It's the only one without a damn skeleton or Black Lagoon creature on it. Can we just... can we just relax in there for a minute?"

"Yeah..." Dirk gulped. "Sure."

The cougar tapped on the door with his finger and it slowly creaked all the way open.

"Typical," the bear snickered.

"Shh!" Sam shushed and felt around for a lightswitch. "It's really dark, but I see stairs. And... and it looks like there's a fire going or something." He crept down into the basement, or cellar, or whatever; leaving Dirk a few steps behind.

"Hey!" the bear squeaked. "Wait up."

"Whoa!" the cougar breathed out when he reached the bottom. "Um, hi."

"Hello," a sharply-dressed corgi smiled and waved from behind a wooden desk. A lone candle lit the basement, stretching the shadows across the dog's face.

"Uhh, we should get going..." Dirk suggested, hooking his arm around Sam's at the elbow.

"No, please," the corgi held up a paw. "Stay. I could use the company. I just had to get away from all of that Halloween nonsense up there."

"So," Sam looked around, squinting, "there aren't any decorations down here? No skeletons or--"

"Here," the canine reached over and clicked on the overhead fluorescent lights. "Better?"

"Whoa!" Dirk and Sam both exclaimed together. Just behind the corgi's desk was an imposing... something. It was easily the tallest thing in the room, its two curved horns nearly touching the ceiling. It mostly resembled a wolf, teeth hanging lowly over its parted lips. Two large wings were folded across its burly shoulders. On each wrist and on its ankles were some weird, bangle-like bands; possibly some type of restraint. Other than that, it wore only a piece of ripped leather at its waist tied off with an ornate chain. Its large eyes were glossy and black. It appeared to be made out of rock, but also looked kind of damp.

"That... made of wax?" Dirk pointed and joked. "You and the wax demon just been chilling out down here?"

"Yeah," the corgi snorted. "Looks like they forgot the best decoration down here."

"Or maybe it wouldn't fit out the door!" Sam joined in.

"So, how do you know Anders and Kief? From school?" Dirk inquired. "We really don't know most of the people here."

"Those two have lots of friends," the dog replied. "I'm just one of them."

"Okay..." Sam's eyebrow raised. "How long have you been down here tonight?"

"Let's play a game," the corgi quickly changed the subject, resting his elbows on the desk.

"A game? Sure." Dirk agreed, inching closer to Sam. "What kind of game?"

The corgi pointed to a small, closed wooden box covered in knicks and scratches. He opened the lid, pulling out a stack of discolored paper strips and splitting them into two piles.

"You can choose to draw from here," he motioned towards the parchment on his left. "Then you make a wish and that wish will come true. But you have to give me something of value for my collection." He glanced back over to his box.

"Or," the corgi paused, looking across the polished desktop, "you can take one of those. You don't have to give me anything to take from there. But there is already a wish attached to each page and you take what you get."

"Well," Dirk began, "it's time to leave the crazy person to..."

"We'll do it," Sam cut the bear off. "That one!" He tapped his fingertips in front of one of the stacks.

"And what will you offer me in return for your wish?" the corgi rested his chin on his intertwined paws and asked.

"I've got like twenty buck--" Dirk reached into his pocket.

"No," the cougar gripped the bear's wrist with one paw and slid out his wallet with the other. "I know what I'm giving up."

"Sam, no..." Dirk pleaded. "You don't have to do--"

The feline sighed deeply with his eyes closed and tossed a photo onto the desk.

"This is you, is it not?" The corgi picked up the picture and studied it.

"That's..." Sam breathed out again, steadying himself. "That was my twin brother, Reed. I lost him, a year ago tonight. His car was smashed into by a dumbass drunk driver. We never found out who did it."

"Hey," Dirk moved over, standing between his boyfriend and the desk. "Are you sure you want to do this? I've seen you just stare at that picture before. I know how much it means to you. Do you really want to give it up for this stupid game?"

"I lost it tonight, Dirk," the cougar started to tremble again. "I realized why people treat me like I'm weak. It's because I am. They're afraid to say anything that might even slightly remind me of Reed. Even you're afraid of me."

"Sam..." the ursine hugged his partner. "I... I don't know what to say."

"I miss him," the feline bit at his lower lip. "And I always will. But I can't be like this anymore. People are trying to help me. It's time I let them. It's time I let go."

"So you're letting go of this?" the corgi asked, rubbing his paw over the photo. "This will be more than enough for one wish. But choose wisely. You only get one."

Sam took the top piece of parchment and handed it to Dirk.

"You do it," the cougar offered, cradling the bear's hand softly. "Anything you want."

"I wish that Sam and I will have a night of pleasure like nothing we've ever experienced before," Dirk blurted out suddenly, grinning. "There. Now we both get something."

"Very well," the corgi whispered. He took one last look at the photo of Reed before dropping it into

box. "Lastly, you will need to give your finger a little prick on the latch here and press it to the parchment. Then your wish will come true."

"This is stupid," Dirk huffed, studying Sam's face and seeing a courage in him that he hadn't seen in a year. "But let's do it!"

They each poked themselves with the sharp edge on the metal clasp that held the corgi's box closed. And one after the other, they wiped a small dab of blood onto the paper that Sam had chosen earlier.

"Good," the dog sat back his chair, his eyes going from the parchment to the couple and back again. "You'll see that your wish has been accepted now. Take that with you, and only give it back to me if you want that wish to go into the other pile once you two are done."

"Okay, bye bye now, crazy nameless doggie," Sam joked, holding up the paper to the light.

"The two lovers will have a night of passion unlike any they have had before," Dirk read what he saw on the torn strip. "That's a good trick. I like how you even got it to look like our blood is what spelled out the words. Did Kief put you up to this? Anders? Are they about to jump out and tell us they got us?"

"Go have fun," the dog traced an imaginary line from his desk to the stairs with his claw. "I'll see you two later tonight."

"Later, you strange but entertaining weirdo," Sam took Dirk's paw and led him away, taking one last look at the big wax demon.

By the time they were to the top of the stairs, the bear and the cougar were practically bouncing, happy to be headed back to the party. Sam, especially, grinned ear to ear each time he saw one of the corny Halloween decorations throughout the hallway.

"I want to apologize," the cougar mewed. "To everybody. Even to Austin. And most of all, to you."

"We should really be the ones saying sorry," the ursine patted the feline on the back. "After Reed died, we treated you like a different person. We've been treating you delicately for way too long. And I'm sorry."

"Ooh!" Sam excitedly squealed when he passed a plastic skeleton-hand dish on the bar. "They DO have those wax paper candies that I like."

"And caramel Cow Tales?" Dirk hoped, craning his neck to look into the bowl.

"Yep!" the cougar exclaimed as dug through and found a few.

"Hey, it's you two!" Kief's voice came from behind them. "Now the party just got twenty percent cooler."

"Very awesome party, by the way," Sam complimented the tiger. "But hey, have you seen Austin? I really need to make up for my outburst earlier. Totally uncool."

"Dude, you're fine" Kief reassured, "We're all just happy you made it back. As for Austin? Well, I thought he was with you guys. He went looking for you a little after you left.

"I'll text him," Dirk suggested, pushing his phone's home button to wake it up. "Damn. Dead."

"Hmm, mine too," Sam revealed, tapping the screen puzzledly.

"I've got chargers upstairs in my bedroom," Kief offered. "Why don't you run up there and plug 'em in?"

"You're the best," the bear thanked and slid his phone back into his pocket.

They grabbed another of Anders's green apple drinks and made their way upstairs, looking around for any sign of Austin.

"It feels so wrong to be going into where Anders and Kief..." Dirk started. "Where they, you know..."

"Where they have sex?" Sam chuckled, pushing the bear onto the bed. "And of course those two would have a big, fancy, place to have said sex. Look at these poles! I bet Anders gets Kief to do a little stripper dance on those."

"I just got a mental image," Dirk laughed. "Oh man, what if it's the other way around? Can you picture that big buff bull--"

"Show me," Sam demanded.

"Wha--?" the bear giggled.

"Show me," the cougar repeated. "Do a dance and strip on that bed pole while I look around for those phone cables."

"This is so weird," Dirk whispered, smiling.

"You're talking too much and wearing too much," Sam teased. "I wanna see those undies, Big Bear."

The ursine awkwardly pulled off his hoodie and slung it across the room. He started headbanging and moshing on the bed as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor.

"You're such a goofball," the feline purred, pulling the chargers from the bedside table and plugged them up in a nearby outlet. "But you're my goofball."

"What?" Dirk feigned ignorance, quickly jumping out of his shirt and hopping up and down next to the pole. "I'm dancing!"

"Sure. Sure you are," Sam slyly reached back into the drawer. "And if you're a good bear and pull those yummy blue trunks tight to show off that bulge, I might just let you see what else I've found in here."

The bear did as he was told, squeezing his package through the thin cloth. His walnut-sized balls and soft cock stretching the material as he yanked the waistband down just an inch, showing off his darker fur on his happy trail.

"Attaboy," the cougar licked his lips. "Now, let's play with these." Before Dirk can see what he's got, Sam palms something and slowly slinks back over to the bed. "Close your eyes..."

Again, the bear followed the cougar's orders. He feels Sam's grip on his wrists, tight but not too tight. And then he let go.

"Okay, open them!" the cougar commanded, bouncing lightly on the mattress.

"What is-- Hey!" Dirk called out, trying to lower his arms. "I'm strapped in, aren't I?"

"Ohh yeah," Sam grinned. "Looks like the bull and tiger have a kinky side. And even better, there's another one for your feet."

The bear tugged at his restraints, playfully grunting as he pretended to try to break free. On each wrist was a buckled leather strap, and they were connected by a length of chain that gave him plenty of room to spread his arms. He could easily reach over and unbuckle himself, but he was getting pretty turned on by being cuffed to the bed.

The cougar took his time teasingly putting the ankle strap around the bedpost and onto his lover's legs. As he was standing back up, he gave Dirk's dick a quick sniff. "I can't wait to suck--"

Sam stopped his sentence short when the door creaked open.

"Oh... Hi, there you are," Austin scratched at the back of his head nervously. "I've been looking for you guys. I wanted to apologize..."

"Close the door, please," Dirk whimpered. He squirmed, trying to cover his bulge with his thigh.

"Umm, this is just a little bit awkward," the otter admitted. "I should let you two get back to it..."

"No," the bear cut him off. "Stay."

"You want me to... w-watch?" Austin stammered, leaning on the door with his paw on the knob.

"I want to watch," Dirk corrected. "I want to watch while you fuck my boyfriend."

"What!?" Sam shrieked, his eyes growing wide.

"Oh come on, Sam," the bear goaded. "We've both seen Austin flopping around when he jogs around in his running shorts. You know what he's packing. And I want him to give it to you. Deep."

"Oh, oh... Okay," the cougar accepted, a slight shiver making its way up and down his fur. "That is, I mean, if you're okay with it."

"Okay with... with having sex with you while Dirk is cuffed to the bed?" Austin meekly asked. "Well, um, yeah I can do that. What do I do?"

"You can do whatever you want to him," the bear grinned. "You're in charge, man. You make the calls."

"Deal," Austin chuckled, smiling sheepishly. "Well, it looks like you're trying really hard to hide something there, Little Bear. First things first, I'm going to rip those tight undies off of your skinny ass. Let's see what you're packing."

Dirk wiggled even harder, twisting his hips away from the approaching otter. But it was no use. Austin forcefully tapped the bear in the middle of his chest and slowly tickled his way down to his waistband. Dirk's cock was swelling, making a nice tent in his trunks. Austin breathed out loudly and quickly as he pretended to tug Dirk's underwear off in one swipe. Then he slowly peeled them down, revealing the bear's already-dripping hard-on.

"Not bad," Austin nodded, circling Dirk's cock head with his index finger so he could taste some of the bear's juice. "I've been curious about you for a while, Little... um, I mean..."

"Say it," the bear pleaded. His dick twitched up and down as a thin, clear drip of pre-cum emerged from his tip and dropped down onto his thigh.

"Well, you're not exactly little, though," Austin retorted. "What're you like six--"

"Not even that," Dirk interrupted, starting to squirm again.

"Still pretty above-average..." the otter trailed off as he noticed both the bear and cougar had their eyes affixed on his crotch. "You know what? Nevermind. You really are a Little Bear, aren't you?"

"Mmm hmm," the ursine whimpered again, the fur on his left leg damp with pre.

"And you're going to watch me wreck Sammy aren't you?" Austin teased. "But Sam looks really over-dressed for this, don't you think?"

Austin pushed the cougar towards the opposing bed-post. "Take off your shirt. Everything else... is mine!"

Before Sammy had his polo pulled over his head, the otter had already undone his belt and tugged his jeans to his knees. Sammy lifted each leg, one at a time, and Austin tossed the pants at Dirk. They hung for a brief moment on his stiff pole, before dropping to the bed.

In another swift motion, the otter tugged Sam's dick out of the top of his briefs and cupped his nuts in one paw. He wrapped his muzzle around the shaft and descended all the way to the base before suckling lightly, sniffing at the cougar's tummy, then pulled his head away.

"Man, I can't believe how easy it is to take you all the way in my mouth, kitty-cat," Austin mocked. "I bet you have that same problem with Little Bear over there, don't you?"

Sam nodded slowly, his now-erect cock resting on the elastic band on his underwear.

"Take those off, Sammy-boy," the otter demanded. "And then get to work on me. You two aren't going to be the only ones naked in here."

The feline did as he was told: he removed his own underwear and then anxiously pulled off Austin's t-shirt. Sam took more than a few seconds to admire all of his well-defined features before dropping the otter's pants, too.

"Okay, stop," Austin commanded. "I don't think you two want to see any more."

"Please," Dirk begged. "Please show me that big otter dick. I want you to plow my boyfriend with it."

"If you say so," Austin shrugged. He shuffled on the bed over to the bear and rested his sizeable bulge on top of Dirk's bare cock. "I hope you're ready for this, Little Bear. Once you know I've got you beat, that's that. You really think Sammy's going to want that puny thing when he can have..."

The otter tugged at his boxers and flung them onto the doorknob. His fat meat plopped down heavily, obscuring Dirk's from view. "Not quite twice as big," he leaned in close and rasped into the bear's ear, "but just about."

"Hell, and it's almost as big around as your wrist!" Sam sputtered, as his own dick started leaking like Dirk's.

"I'm not even all the way hard, yet," Austin taunted. "So, it looks like I'm almost two times your your boyfriend's Little Bear dick. And I've got at least a couple inches on you, Sammy. But it looks like we need some up close comparison, don't we?"

The otter pulled his swelling member away, turned towards Sam, and shoved it hard into the cougar's pubic fur. "Nope, not even close. This is kind of pathetic you guys. I'm almost going to feel bad wrecking this kitty," Austin gripped Sam around the waist with both of his arms and picked him up, his legs kicking in the air, and then dropped him onto the bed. "Almost."

"H-here, "Sam stammered, handing the otter a small tube. "I found some lube in that drawer there. And from the looks of that beast, we're going to need it."

"Damn, you must want this bad," Austin chuckled. "Good. Now you're just going to lay there and do nothing. I'm doing all the work on you tonight. Got it?"

"Mmm, yes..." the cougar muttered, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

Austin gripped the feline's feet and raised them so they were directly in front of his face. Then he forced Sam's legs closed and tightly gripped both of his ankles in one of his strong paws and used the other paw to lube up his massive shaft.

"This is going to hurt," the otter warned, smiling. He pushed the head of his cock hard into Sam's tailhole, grunting at the amount of force it took to get just the head in.

"Ahhh!" Sam squealed, his dick violently rocking up and down in pleasure.

"This is going to be fun," Austin cackled. "For me."

With one strong thrust, he buried half of his eight-plus inch ottermeat inside of Dirk's boyfriend.

"Oh, ohh. Oh God," Sam panted, glancing over at his bear. Dirk's manhood was pulsating hard, pre-cum spilling out with every throb.

Austin, also watching the bear's dick react, plunged the rest of his shaft into Sam and held it there as he moaned. He gripped the cougar's hips and pulled him down even further, hilting him as deeply as he could go.

"Little Bear can never fuck you this deep," the otter teased. "Feels good doesn't it?"

"Mmm, yes..." Sam tried to reply, but Austin started fiercely humping in and out of his tailhole, almost pulling out with each thrust. "Yes!"

"Ahh," the otter grinned at Dirk again. "You realize you can never make Sam feel this much pleasure, right? You're just not equipped for the job."

Austin pushed into Sam again. Hard. His thighs tensed as his piston stabbed the cougar's prostate causing his cock to quiver and drip.

"I'm about twice as deep as you've ever been in your boyfriend, Little Bear," Austin snickered. "And I've stretched that little tailhole out for you. He's wrecked now. He's going to crave this otter dick every time he--"

"Ahhh!" Dirk huffed heavily. His legs crossing and his knees trembled. His nutsack started drawing up tightly around his balls. He spewed spurt after spurt of warm cum across the bed and onto Sam's chest. "Give it to him deeper than I could ever dream to!"

"Yes sir, heh heh," Austin chuckled, picking up his pace. He humped faster and faster, his breathing starting to get heavy.

"No!" Sam started to protest, his dick on the verge of orgasm. "You're going to make me--" But it was too late. His sticky fluid shot straight up, splattering on his engorged cock. Another volley spurted out, hitting Austin across the chest.

"Uhmmm," the otter moaned. "Seeing you two all spent like that is going to make me squirt. But I think I'm just getting started. I don't know who to unload my load into."

Dirk's bear meat immediately twitched at the thought of that big otter cock sliding inside of him.

"Ohh," the otter huffed one last time, "fuck it!" He climaxed, sending shockwaves throughout Sam, much deeper than he was used to.

"Aww," the bear frowned, his cock still a wet mess.

"Fuck it, I'll cum in you both," Austin smirked. "This thing holds a lot of ammo." He slowly pulled out of Sam's tailhole with a pop and pounced toward Dirk like a predator after his prey. He released the bear's restraints and threw him facedown on the mattress.

"You can't handle this," the otter confidently whispered right into Dirk's ear. "But it's okay. I'm going to break you in half. And you're going to love every second of it."

"Oh," the bear squeaked, "oh, okay."

"You, flip over," Austin pointed at Sam and directed traffic. Then the otter popped open the lube and started vigorously rubbing it all over Dirk's quivering meat before applying some more to himself.

Austin guided Dirk by his hips toward Sam's ass, pausing as his dick hovered just above the hole. Then he pressed his own rod onto Dirk's opening, the pressure of the otter's head starting to enter him was almost more than the bear could take.

Austin started fucking Little Bear. No taking it easy. No warning prods. Just hard, unforgiving and painful jabs directly onto his prostate. Each thrust also forced Dirk's cock into Sam, causing him to whelp helplessly.

"Just remember, bear," the otter laughed, again slamming balls-deep into Dirk's tailhole, "you'll never get half as deep as I just got in your boyfriend. Ever. And you're not even going to make him cum this time, either. It'll be me."

Austin arched his back, bringing his muzzle down onto Sam's trembling cougar-cock. Again, he took the entirety of it down his throat and started sucking him hard. The otter was in complete control. His thrusts were rocking the bear to his core, which sent chills into Sam that vibrated his dick from base to tip.

Sam was the first one to blow. His load shot all over Austin's tongue. The otter gulped down what he could, but he was starting to lose control of his increasingly powerful thrusts. He was going just on instinct and pleasure as he came deeper inside of Dirk than the bear had ever been touched before.

"Ahhh... ahhh!" Dirk growled, releasing his own orgasm into his mate. Austin continued to hump, making sure all three cocks were sufficiently squeezed of all of their juice.

"So," Sam laughed as they each took turns pulling out of each other.

"So..." Dirk echoed.

"So," Austin sighed happily. "Anders and Kief have an attached bathroom. I'm going to go clean up. When I get back can we cuddle and make out?"

"Sounds like a plan," Dirk grinned.

"Bring back a towel!" Sam called out, before giving his bear a kiss on the nose. They wrapped their arms around each other, careful not to spread the cum all over their fur.

Austin skipped back into the room and tossed Sam a towel.

"Whoa, whoa wait," Dirk put up both of his paws, confusedly. "What happened to your finger?"

"My wha-- Oh, yeah," the otter responded, bringing his hand closer to the bear's face. "When I was looking for you guys, I found this weird dog in the basement. He told me I could make a wish, but I didn't have anything valuable on me so he just handed me a blank piece of paper and I left."

"Can we see it?" Sam requested, gathering up his and Dirk's clothes.

Austin slipped his own pants on and dug through the pocket. "That's weird. It's not blank anymore."

The otter passed the parchment to Dirk who read it out loud: "You will find love in a place you do not expect." He gave the page back to the otter. "And it's written in blood, just like ours."

"Wait, did you guys get one too?" Austin asked, puzzled.

"Yeah..." the cougar's tongue lolled to the side as he squeezed his paw into his pocket. "Here," Sam handed over his and Dirk's strange piece of paper. "The two lovers will have a night of passion unlike any they have had before."

"They..." the bear started. "They came true."

"Uh, what?" the otter tilted his head. "I think we need to go talk to this corgi-dude."

Sam snatched up the now-charged phones and replaced all of Kief's and Anders's things like he found them, throwing the cum soaked towel into a laundry bin.

"Dirk," the cougar let out a hushed whisper. "Look at the time on your phone. We haven't even been gone five minutes."

"Okay, this is getting weird," the bear admitted, closing up the bedroom door as the trio made their way back downstairs.

"Getting weird?" Austin corrected. "Man, this has been weird from the get-go."

They bobbed through the costumed partiers, making a beeline down the hallway and to the basement.

"You!" Sam yelled to the corgi before he even made it to the bottom of the stairs. "I've got something to say to you."

"Proceed," the mysterious canine smiled. "Oh, and I see you all found each other. Wonderful! What did you wish to say to me?"

"I just wanted to say... Thanks," the cougar mewed. "It's been a hard year for me. I really needed to let go of a few things. Things don't have to be that hard anymore. I lost my twin, but that doesn't mean that I lost everything."

The corgi took a moment to look over the three boys across from him. "Okay," the dog tapped his paws on the desk, "you're all happy now. I got what I wanted. Time to give those pieces of parchment back. Got to add them to the pile for the bums that are just looking for a wish for free."

"Hey!" Austin protested, chuckling.

"That was a joke," the corgi opened his box, placing each page inside. Then he gently put Reed's photo back on top, rubbing across the face with his fingertip, which was marred by a single drop of blood.

"Why don't you come upstairs and party with us?" Dirk extended his paw. "They've got candy and snacks and there's this yummy apple drink that Anders made."

"No. Thank you," the dog blinked, shaking his head. "I don't drink. Not anymore. Sober one year today, actually."

Sam gulped hard and rested his paw on the corgi's shoulder. "Thank you for helping me let go."

"Don't mention it," the canine slowly stood up, looking the cougar right in the eyes. "I'm just happy that everybody's wish could come true. Now, go get back to your friends. They'll be glad to see the three of you are so... close now."

"Goodbye, friend," Dirk waved. "Maybe we'll see you again sometime soon?"

"Maybe," the corgi winked. "Happy Halloween."

Austin grabbed the bear and the cougar by the hands. "Come on, you owe me a snuggle. Upstairs, the both of ya!"

The otter led the others back to the party, admiring the decorations as they went.

"Hey! Guys!" Anders called out from across the living room. "Kief said you were charging your phones in our bedroom trying to find each other. But I guess you found each other." He winked, seeing three paws with their fingers interlocked.

"We just had to check something out in the basement," Sam chuckled, giving his bear and otter a warm grin.

"Basement?" Anders furrowed his brow. "We don't have a basement."

Suddenly, everything went dark in the living room. The TV. The lamps. Next was the kitchen. The hanging lights over the bar. The display on the stereo.

Some of the crowd screamed. Some of them gasped. But Dirk, Sam and Austin just held each other in the dark silence. The comfort of each others' arms was all they needed.

The hallway was next, along with each light coming through from under the doors. The house was now covered in complete blackness, save for a single flickering candle on a desk.

"We did it," the corgi breathed out, savoring the sentence as he said it. "Finally."

"Grrrmmmmh..." a gravelly sound boomed through the whole basement.

"It's time to leave, isn't it?" the dog picked up the candleholder in one paw and cradled his box in his other arm.

"Not yet," the tall, grey creature towering over the desk rasped. "I am confused about something."

"Oh?" the corgi put on his best innocent face and blinked several times. "What about?"

"The otter's wish," the demon snorted. "I don't remember that one being in the box. Where did it come from?"

The dog held up his pricked finger and then brought it to his lips as if to shush the dark beast. "The wish was mine. When I first summoned you, a strange feeling stirred within me. I wanted love to find me in a place I least expected it. I'm starting to think that my wish came true as well."

"Something tells me that it did," the demon spread its massive wings and flapped them once.

With that, the electricity in the house started to flicker back to life.

"Anders, it's back!" Kief yelled out to his boyfriend.

"I see that," the bull replied, holding up a flashlight. "And just in time, too. I was able to find one of these. But no batteries."

"Is everybody okay?" the tiger asked around, peeking through his mummy wrapping to see all of his guests' relieved faces.

"Anders. Kief," Sam contently called out from the sofa; Dirk wrapped in one of his arms, and Austin in the other. "I just want to thank you for hosting such a great party. I love Halloween so much."