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Blow-in-the-Dark

by Tempo

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Kylie's webbed fingers rolled over the steering wheel. "I just don't like the idea of haunted houses anymore." She tapped the breaks as a family of foxes bobbed across the street, dressed as a string of papier-mâché traffic cones.

As the orange sunset cast the autumn night in ember hues, aliens, undead, and monsters of all ages filled the streets of Windfall. Idling through the middle of it, an otter sat in her mom's hatchback.

Her big canine boyfriend sat folded up in the passenger seat, paws on his lap, dressed as a green dinosaur. Sunset light cast an orange halo through his fluff. The husky turned from looking at a platypus dressed as an aircraft carrier and cocked an eyebrow at her. His sky blue eyes studied her over that blocky white muzzle. "Okay."

She pulled back her little red riding hood for a better view of the road. The trouble with dating the dog who'd been your best friend for years is you can't pretend not to know his body language. "I mean, we found an alien running around my actual house who was totally willing to kill us." Two enterprising young giraffes had dressed as a pair of telephone poles. She slowed again to let them cross the road. "I just don't like being scared. What if I freak out next time something crazy happens?"

"You won't." He patted her thigh, looking infuriatingly earnest.

Her sigh left her chest feeling empty, though under less pressure. "Easy for you to say."

The husky nodded, thought, then spread a thick paw in the air between them. "It is. But I know you're a tough little thing." He adjusted the fabric hood of his dino costume, its serious eyebrows judging the automotive upholstery. "Anyway, Shane and Sarah are our friends. It's good to do things with friends."

A string of muttered squawks trailed from her round muzzle. He had a point, which made her feel unreasonable and grouchy.

He set a heavy paw on the shoulder of her bright red bodice. "Look, if you need to bail, tell me and I'll kick down the nearest wall or something."

She flashed him a little smile of trust. "You're a good dog, Maxie."

His tail thumped the seat, the sound dampened by the spiked, fabric tail-sleeve. Out the passenger window, in a rather meta move, a ferret had dressed up as a candy bar for trick-or-treating.

She steered her mother's hatchback into a residential neighborhood. Max didn't like Kylie's car, even though it was the best car ever. It could drive on water, after all. Sure, it was a little small, but he looked cute with his knees crammed up against his chest.

"I didn't think we were doing costumes this year." He wiggled his fingers at her, clad in overlarge dino-claw gloves. "Usually, you try to coordinate a matching one with me." He woofed a chuckle. "Those matching costumes were always a hit. Remember when we went as US and Russian ICBMs?"

"Oh, I remember." She rolled her eyes, then returned them to the road. "Even with you and your appetite around, we were eating oatmeal for months to get that many cardboard cylinders." Her tongue poked out at the memory. "Anyway, I wanted this one to be a surprise."

Muzzle aimed at the windshield, he gaze flicked to her ruffled white bodice and crimson knee-length skirt with matching cape. "It certainly was..."

"Besides, you're already coordinated with it." Her paw reached over to caress his thigh. "You're my Big Bad Wolf."

"Okay, so you're sexy Red Riding Hood on purpose." He patted her paw warmly. "I wasn't going to say anything. I wasn't sure you knew."

She squawked in mild offense. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The husky shrugged. "The skirt's a little bit short for grandmother's house, but I didn't know if that was for my benefit or for easier swimming."

Straightening her skirt, she leaned in close and whispered. "You like my skirt, Maxie?"

His gaze traced over her supple form. "Uh huh."

"Wanna hear a secret?" She wiggled from hips to shoulders. "I'm not wearing any panties under here."

His ears popped up. Those bright blue eyes flicked to her hemline. "Seriously?"

"Nah." She punched his shoulder. "But now I've got you thinking about it." Pulling up outside the Warren residence, she beeped the horn once.

Sarah bounced out the front door and down the sidewalk. A clear plastic dome sat over her head like a soap bubble, curling her ears forward. Her moon boots glittered in the street light. A plush alien carrot peeked from the pocket of her puffy silver jumpsuit. Matching gloves and a jet pack with ribbon streamers completed the costume.

Her brother, a bored orange cat, padded after her in a t-shirt and jeans and got in the car. Not even adopted, though Kylie'd been fooled for months. Thanks to the magic of in vitro fertilization, they were, as Sarah put it, "uterus buddies."

As she dropped the car into gear, the otter peered at him around the driver's seat. "Shane, you seem to have forgotten your costume."

"Nah." He gestured to his white t-shirt, which had "Error 404: Costume not found." written on it in black marker.

Sarah's groan of disgust echoed in her homemade space helmet.

"We should get moving." The feline pointed from between the front seats. "The haunted house closes at midnight."

Jack-o-lanterns flickered on every doorstep. They passed a pair of armadillo twins, dressed as matched set of pill bugs. Along the side of the street, a store called Wibbly Warbles advertised the largest selection of aetherphones on the East Coast.

Kylie watched the proprietors demonstrate their wares to a couple of platypus clients. "Does that theremin shop only open for Halloween?"

Shane rolled his slitted eyes. "It should. I don't know how they stay in business the rest of the year."

His sister fought to keep the seat belt from pulling off her space helmet. "You know, just like the rest of Windfall."

The otter snorted.

The slim tabby poked a claw between the front seats. "Turn here."

She pulled into the parking lot. The Windfall Chamber of Commerce event center displayed a canvas that read "of Horrors" over half its sign. Kylie navigated the hatchback into the parking lot. The entire building glowed with strings of flickering electric candles.

The otter's eyebrows lifted, whiskers spread. "I was expecting somebody's house."

Sarah leaned up from the back seat, bumping her helmet to the dome light. Her excited breath fogged the front of the sphere. "Windfall takes Halloween seriously."

They exited the car and crossed the parking lot. Kids of all ages ping-ponged between the parked cars, fueled by candy. The great glass doors stood half-lit, cloaked in cobweb fabric. In a line around the second story, demonic skulls blasted fire from their eyes with a distinct odor of propane. Streaks of fake blood traced down from the roof and onto the off-white walls.

Kylie gaped up at the transformed civil building, feeling small. She fought the urge to cling to Max's arm. "I, uh, thought these haunted houses were supposed to be all plastic skeletons and jack-o'-lanterns."

Shane thumped her shoulder. "Yeah, that's not how the folks in Windfall roll. My dad spent a couple years helping with this thing. He said they feel like failures without at least one ambulance visit per year."

"I guess it was two or three competing houses at some point, and they got really competitive." Sarah orbited around them in her homemade spacesuit. "Lucky for us, they decided to combine their efforts before anyone resorted to property damage."

They padded in through the front door. Kylie stifled a groan when she saw who was taking the tickets.

Cindy. The cocker spaniel who worked next door to her and had decided Max was too hot to date outside the species. She stood in the lobby, taking the occasional ticket and looking bored. The busty canine was dressed as a witch, to the extent as she was dressed at all. The broad-brimmed hat contained most of the costume's fabric. The cape had the acreage of an unfolded napkin. The skirt appeared to be underwear. The bat-shaped bra struggled to stay aloft under the weight of her bust. Luckily, her boots made up for the lack of modesty, easily reaching mid-thigh. Spider-themed lingerie-grade mesh covered her arms, in what could only be considered sleeves in a technical sense.

"You're here?" The spaniel crossed her arms over her cleavage. "Don't you have your own spooky house to haunt?"

The otter chattered with displeasure and shoved all four tickets into the spaniel's paws. "Don't you get cold, riding a broom in that?"

Her eyes distributed glances like nasty little trick-or-treats. A dagger-sharp glare at the otter. A nasty glance sent Sarah scampering ahead. A look of mild recognition for Shane. A jealous leer for Max, which turned to a head-tilt when she saw his rudimentary costume.

Max raise his dinosaur-claw gloves with a shrug. He offered a helpful: "Rawr?"

"Max, you look..." Tilting her head back and her muzzle away, Cindy stepped back, unsure what to make of the larger dog. "Is that supposed to be a dinosaur?"

He shrugged, sharing a smirk with Kylie. "It's the only thing I could find that fit."

The smaller canine crossed her arms with a predatory smirk. She looked him up and down. Mostly down. "I can think of something else you'd fit into."

His eyebrows closed ranks. "I already have a costume, though."

She took a step forward. "Then maybe I could interest you in my goodies."

Max didn't react, except to look around, feigning confusion. "I don't see a candy bowl."

As usual, Cindy refused to get the message. She put a paw on her hip, her long silken tail stirring the short skirt. "Not yet, you don't."

"Aaaaaand we're leaving." Kylie turned to go.

The husky clamped a paw on her shoulder and towed her toward the lobby. "Bye, Cindy."

Snickering, the cat caught up to them. His sister's ears blushed against the inside of the space helmet.

The otter grumbled. "I knew I should have had an axe with this costume..."

"Just ignore her." Sarah moon-bounced up with a shrug. "She's at a weird place right now."

Kylie cast her an incredulous glance. Cindy had been a jerk long before Max visited for the summer and ended up staying. She suspected the rabbit just didn't want to believe she'd been friends with a total bitch, but said nothing.

They continued into the lobby, which had been infested with zombie lawn gnomes and electronic portraits that morphed in sinister ways. Beyond lay a darkened hallway, constructed out of painted chipboard.

Cindy's dad popped out from just inside the tunnel, clad in a black and crimson cape. "Ah! Fresh blood! Welcome to Windfall's oldest and spookiest house of horrors." The spaniel cackled, showing a set of plastic fang extenders. "Stay together. Stay on the track. Stay alive. For legal reasons, we must ask that you not touch the actors. Bwahahahaha!"

Kylie rolled her eyes and pushed the group onward. Whatever lay ahead, it couldn't be worse than sticking around near the lobby where Cindy could come back and perv on her boyfriend. They passed through a curtain of heavy, tattered, black felt.

When rubber snakes dropped down from the ceiling, Kylie jumped, but managed to laugh. When a creature with a mishmash of predator traits prowled past, she grit her teeth until her jaw hurt. When a cycloptic elephant skull peeked around the corner, a chill welled in the pit of her stomach. When what she'd assumed was a mannequin jumped up --clad in filthy pajamas and bloody eye bandages-- to paw at her, she screamed at a pitch that only dolphin sopranos normally reach and clung to her boyfriend.

Without even flinching, the dog's thick paw closed around hers. He smirked down at her and wagged his cloth dinosaur tail.

"Shut up." She didn't loosen her grip.

The group pressed on, past fog machines and sickly-green strobes. Small air cannons blasted tiny plastic spiders at them. The hallway twisted and turned, with hidden hatches opening at random. Usually, masked faces hid behind them, but at least one reached out with a sticky tendril and caressed their ankles.

They passed into a nautical section of the haunted house. A pirate skeleton draped over a ship's wheel, while two others lay on the floor with cutlasses jabbed through each other's ribcages. Piles of rigging and rotted sail lay atop mounds of seaweed.

Kylie scampered up, eager to get to something more familiar. The floor had been warped to give the impression of moving over waves, but any otter worth her salt was never a step or two away from sea legs. It took more than piles of flotsam to spook a lutrine.

A massive heap of seaweed in the corner rose to leap at her. Its cold tendrils whipped out at her. "Blllaaaaarrrr!"

The otteress shrieked and wrapped herself around her large canine boyfriend, almost tripping him. Her paws gripped at his shirt and costume as she clung to him for dear life.

Sarah likewise sprung about a foot in the air, then landed with a giggle.

A very familiar horn stuck out of the top of the swamp creature as it retreated to its hiding place.

"Wait--was that Karl?" She realized she was hiding behind Max and popped upright with embarrassment.

Shane's tail lashed in silent amusement. His green eyes flashed around the room, catching the strange light in unnatural flashes.

"Oh sorry!" The monster lifted some of the fake vegetation to reveal a small, dark, excitable eye. "I thought you were a little kid!"

A sputter of outrage issued from her round little muzzle. "I'm older than you!"

"I've gotta get back." The rhinoceros called above the spooky soundtrack and thumped back into position for the next group. "Have fun!"

Kylie drew in on herself, feeling foolish. Only a few rhinos lived in town, and if she'd taken half a second to think she could have realized that none of them were exactly threatening. She needed to calm down and stop acting like a pup.

A green dragon roared down from the rafters, spreading leathery wings. Flames wooshed down from its maw. For an instant, the passage gleamed with the flare of firelight.

The otter leapt, flailed at the air, and almost tripped backward over her own tail. A thrill of cold disquiet ran through her body, calmed only a little by the familiar husky paw that steadied her from behind.

Bouncing back from the commotion, Sarah squeaked with surprise, then laughed. Shane, as usual, trailed behind and gloated at their every scared reaction.

The bat in the dragon mask wiggled wing fingers at them and pocketed the lighter she'd used for the fire-breathing. "You can start the maze at any of these doors, but choose wisely. You never can tell what lies ahead."

Smarting from the Karl incident, she waved Max off. The otter stomped to the farthest door, yanked it open, socked the dangling paper skeleton, and slammed the door after her.

Through the door, she heard him gave a whine that hurt her heart as much as the scares had hurt her pride, but soon his claws clicked along the floor to another door.

Endless twists and turns awaited her. At one point, she had to eel through a hallway filled by giant bladders of air. As soon as she escaped from that, a fog machine blasted her with a rain forest's worth of humidity. Otters can see through water and air just fine, but the mixture sent her stumbling. She punched her way through a heavy curtain, bounced off some walls, then tripped into complete darkness. Using the uneven wall as a guide, she pressed on, swearing as she bumped into pillars and struts. "Ugh!"

Kylie fumbled for her stupid, useless keychain flashlight, turning the feeble LED on the walls and confirming her suspicions: She'd somehow gotten so turned around she'd wandered into the catacombs of the civic center, a narrow brick hallway stretching off into the blackness, devoid of either life or halloween decorations.

She huffed, mostly to put some sound into the eerie silence. Wonderful. Now she had to fumble around in total freaking darkness, hoping to find her way out of the accidentally-creepy portion of the building and back into the part that was deliberately creepy. And then she'd have to explain where she'd been, and Shane and Sarah would think she was an idiot, and Max would get all worried because he'd assume she'd been scared, and just because that was true didn't mean--

"Excuse me, are you lost?"

"Yauagh!" Kylie articulated, shooting three feet straight up in the air as her heart and stomach abruptly switched places. She landed awkwardly, falling against the wall as she turned her light on her assailant.

An otter stood before her, but not a river one like her. She stood several inches taller and her white-tinged muzzle had bristly whiskers. She wore a black windbreaker with frightfully neon highlights.

"Whoa, chill." The matronly sea otter held up webbed paws. "You wander off the track?"

"Yeah! Sorry..." The river otter made herself start breathing again, her entire pelt on end. "I got turned around in the dark."

"Well, you don't look like a teenaged thrill-seeker, so I believe you." The taller female wiggled her bushy whiskers. Her costume consisted of 80s clothes grabbed from the back of a closet, but her mom had tried to pass that off as a costume before, so it didn't seem too weird. "I keep telling the scarers they need to make sure they shut the doors."

Kylie grinned. Most adults assumed she was in her mid teens, which gets old after half a decade. Must be because she's a fellow lutrine.

"Edith." She offered a paw. "I work here."

The younger otter shook it. "Kylie. I'm lost here."

"That's a rad little costume." The sea otter glanced at her get-up. "Red Riding Hood?"

"Yeah. I got separated from my Big Bad Wolf. He's dressed as a dinosaur. Probably with a space bunny and a cat."

The older otter arched an eyebrow. "Gotcha. What's the cat going as?"

"Wet blanket, like always."

"Ah, normal clothes." She clicked on a flashlight and pointed it down the corridor. "Let's see if we can find them through the scare-holes."

"Scare-holes?" Kylie followed her through the struts and electrical cords of the access passage.

"It's what we've always called the little doors that open on the main track." She popped open a porthole and poked her whiskery nose through. "Back in my day, we only would've had one track to check, but now they've got this maze. I've been pushing for a water fixture."

Kylie tailed the larger otter as she spied through various peepholes on the track. Muted music echoed from the other side of the walls, less scary now that she in a less creepy context. Her paws still wrung each other, feeling cold.

"You don't seem to be that excited to get back." The taller lutrine peered through another panel, letting in a curl of fog. "Haunted houses not your scene?"

"I dunno." A shrug rippled down Kylie's flexible spine. "I used to like getting scared. Then some actually scary stuff happened and now I'm all weird about it."

"Well, it's probably not gone forever. We wouldn't stay in business long if it worked that way." Ignoring the screams and scampers within, she slunk under a rise in the tunnel to access another part of the maze. Here, she peered through a heavy black curtain, but to no avail. "The more you get scared in a fun way, the easier it gets to enjoy it. The whole town is based on the idea of being attracted to scary stuff."

"Easier said than done..." The river otter snapped her muzzle shut. This random lady didn't want to hear her whine.

The sea otter didn't seem phased. "For me, Halloween's about laughing at your own fear, finding a way of looking at it that takes back its power over you. Get the blood up and those feel-good brain chemicals going." She considered. "Also, candy."

Though a little worried her guide was about to burst into a children's cartoon song, the younger mustelid pondered that notion. What would it take for her to feel safe again?

Edith checked another passage, then wiggled her whiskers in dismay. "Starting to think this's a lost cause." She waved her flashlight at a distant orange exit sign. "Let's just get you outside. You can catch your friends when they come out."

The pair of mustelids padded out one of the event center's many back doors.

The taller otter let the door slam behind her, clicking locked. "Okay, just cruise around the building and you'll see the main exit." She pointed a webbed digit. "If you see the lobby entrance, you've gone too far."

Kylie nodded at the closed steel door. "Aren't you stuck out here too?"

"Nah. This is my personal entrance." She gave the locked door handle a practiced jiggle and popped it open. "Hang loose--and think about what I said."

After her rescuer vanished into the dark, the younger otter stood for a moment. The door closed. Then a distant and familiar whimper caught her attention. Around the corner of the building, she glimpsed the Maxosaurus milling around the crowd, clearly looking for someone.

The otter cleared her throat. "Hey Maxie!"

His ears popped up. Those blue eyes brightened on her.

She slipped through the loose crowd toward him. "You got through fast."

"I hurried." He trotted up to her. His fingers traced her arm. His muzzle chewed a question or two he was trying not to ask.

She squirmed, remembering how she stormed off. "I didn't mean to make you worry."

He bent down to bump his nose to hears. "It wouldn't have been as much fun without you anyway."

Her muzzle angled up to give him a little kiss. She started to think of how to explain how she wandered off the track without sounding stupid, but then a space bunny and a sourpuss exited the building. The pair waved them over.

Sarah moon-bounced over. "What'd ya think?"

With a quick glance up at her boyfriend, the otter shrugged. "It was actually pretty cool."

"I know, right?" She beamed from inside her clear helmet, then shoved her brother toward the car. "Come on. The high school always hosts a super great Halloween party."

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A couple hours later, Kylie sat to one side of the Windfall High School cafeteria. Shane and Sarah had led them there, only to vanish into the crowd to talk to old friends. Meanwhile, the otter pretended to text on her phone while a DJ showed unnatural enthusiasm for a loop of royalty-free Halloween songs on stage in the gymnasium. The door between the two large rooms opened and closed with each passing student, muting and unmuting the music.

The otter sat in a corner near the entrance, nursing watery punch and deep thoughts. That Edith lady had made an interesting point. How could she take control of her fear? An idle paw in her pocket clicked her keychain flashlight.

The massive husky could be seen weaving around clusters of teenagers and young adults. Max sat down beside her, two tiny cups of punch in one massive hand, his third plate of snacks in the other. Nearing, he smiled down at her, juxtaposed by the serious eyebrows of his dinosaur costume. "May I kick down a wall yet?"

"Could you? Maybe it's just because I don't know anybody here, but I'm feeling a little too old for this party." She took the offered cup and glanced to the cafeteria door. "These high school kids keep making jokes about extracting your DNA. Mostly the girls."

"Yeah." He munched on some sections of submarine sandwich. "I heard one tell her friend to go Isla my Nublar." A couple gulps drained the small cup of punch. "I suspect she failed Spanish."

With a subdued chuckle, the lutrine pocketed her phone. A teenage fox padded past with a samurai sword and at least eight extra tails. The otter leaned against her husky boyfriend's reassuring bulk.

He patted her shoulder. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah." She clicked the flashlight a few more times. A soft crinkle in her pocket reminded her what else lay there. A wild plan started clicking together in her mind.

At her pause, he took her by the paw and led her through the crowd to the front door. They angled through the thinning crowd and out into the chill night air. A short jaunt saw them across the parking lot and back into her mother's hatchback wagon.

As they crossed town, she passed by the event center again, its haunted house trappings dark. The parking lot stood empty. The whole place looked deserted. Kylie got an idea.

On an impulse, she veered into the lot.

"What are we doing?" The husky cocked his ears at her sudden course correction.

She pulled up around the back of the building. "I wanna take a look around." She hopped out of the car. "C'mon."

The dog made a series of growly grumbles, but followed.

She reached Edith's personal door and, after much shaking, jostling, and rattling, didn't get it to so much as budge. She chattered with frustration and tried again. Same result.

He raised an eyebrow. "So by look around, you meant you wanted to throttle a door handle?"

"I swear this is the door she let me--" Click. The faulty door clicked open. She swung it open the rest of the way with a squeak of pride. "Told ya."

Max padded after her, giving the space a wary sniff. "Okay, so we're trespassing."

"Exploring." She popped her head out to make sure no one had seen them enter, but the parking lot was as dead as ever. She shut the door and clicked on her feeble flashlight.

"Uh-huh." The husky clicked on his much better flashlight, sweeping the beam through the dark and cramped passage. "Exploring what exactly?"

"Fear. Love. Sex." She gestured dramatically around the access corridor, flashing the light across her face. Taking him by the hand, she led him deeper into the building. Anxiety and anticipation bubbled up inside her. Could she really going go through with this? Sure, the place was deserted, but someone could have forgotten something and come back. Even the nice sea otter lady from before wouldn't approve of her shagging her boyfriend next to a pile of exotic gourds.

"Okay, if the writers had tried to make you say something that cliché on the show, you would've thrown a fit." He growled a nervous laugh as he ducked under a strut. Those pointy ears scanned the dark corridor. "Sounds like nobody's home."

"See? You should trust me." Passing through another door, they emerged onto the scare track. Instead of eerie music, silence awaited. Here and there, dim lights cast intricate shadows through the dangling rubber snakes and fake tree branches. Her heart racing, she still took a moment to appreciate the serenity of delicate color. Dragging him to the start of the maze, she flashed him a big grin. "I'm good at getting in just the right amount of trouble."

Several shades of light painted Max's monochrome fur in complex overlays. "Now there's something Red Riding Hood might actually say."

Spinning to face him, the otter sauntered closer. She wiggled and puffed out her chest, making she her breasts stood out in her red bodice. Her round muzzle nuzzled up under his blockier one. A webbed paw cupped the front of his jeans. "My, what a big cock you have."

He cast a nervous glance around the darkness. "I don't know about this, rudderbutt..."

"Come on." She rubbed her supple body against his. "The whole point of this to overcome my fears. I never feel safer than when I'm with you."

A whine escaped his throat. "But you said we were just taking a look around."

Her webbed paw closed over the bulge at the front of his pants. She arched up to nuzzle his neck fluff, under the green dinosaur hood. "Are you complaining?"

"Not exactly..." His feet shuffled on the floor, taking a stance that allowed her to rub against him without tipping him over. "...but I don't know if it's worth the risk. Someone might hear."

She knelt in front of him. "Bet I can change your mind." Her webbed fingers deftly pulled his boxers down. Though only the red tip of his cock shone in the dim light, his sheath felt firm and plump. She kissed the slit, savoring the faint salinity of his precum. Gingerly strokes worked the sheath down, then up, again and again over that smooth shaft. His balls rocked against the elastic waistband.

The dog himself leaned against the wall. His blue boxer briefs slid down to his knees. His hips shuddered as he didn't resist her efforts. "Kylie..."

"Shh..." She brushed the head of his cock under the soft fuzz of her chin. "Someone might hear."

He gave a muffled woof at the stimulation. A faint wet heat collected where his tip touched her chin. Upon pulling back, she saw a thin sheen of precum, shimmering in the surreal lighting, tempting her to lap it up.

The otter dove forward, engulfing his length with an eager little muzzle. Her smile bobbed up and down on her boyfriend's hardening dick. "Mmmmm." She drew out the sound of her moan to make sure it vibrated through his flesh. Her tongue swirled and twirled, tasting his arousal as it leaked even more from the tip.

A growled moan echoed down the empty corridor as he leaned back against a wall strung with fake cobwebs. A dinosaur-gloved paw settled behind her head, not pushing, just encouraging, letting her know it felt good. His other paw gripped a mossy stone pillar for support. His expression got hazy, mouth open as he panted.

After a minute or so of loving suction, the otter pulled back for breath. She caressed her boyfriend's fluffy balls as he trembled before her. She reached into her side pocket, past her keys to a plastic-wrapped object. Her paws left Max's cock to open the crinkly and stubborn wrapper.

"Are you unwrapping candy?" Those sharp ears popped up again. He didn't even sound offended. Dogs.

"No!" With a strategic nibble, she managed to open the plastic package. The glow-in-the-dark ring of rubber radiated light into the dark room. "But it is supposed to be a treat." She spat out the chunk of wrapper. "I dipped into our supply." She'd ordered a box of canine novelty condoms online. Thus far, they had been a lot of fun, if not strictly necessary for an interspecies couple.

His face lit up in the dim room. That green dinosaur tail a little wagged against the wall. "Wow, that's actually glowing really well."

"I've been charging it up in my pocket with my keychain flashlight all night." Careful not to puncture the thin material with her claws, she eventually ascertained which side was the inside. "I wasn't sure where we might end up having sex, so I thought I'd better bring a way to find your dick in the dark."

"You've never had trouble with that before-- Mmmf!" He bit back a woof as she unrolled the condom onto his jutting erection. His length throbbed as she settled the band of the condom at the opening of his sheath.

She nuzzled in against his glowing member, then took it in her mouth. The condom's faint chemical taste distracted her only a little from the pleasing heft and girth of his cock. She made sure to get a little extra spit on him before pulling off. "Mmmm, now there's a nice treat."

With a light growl, he pulled her close and pressed her to a wall with a hungry kiss. The glow of his dick pressed between them, its light catching in his white fur. His eyeshine glinted as he rubbed his muzzle along hers with a growl of lust. "Horny little otter."

Her chitter of amusement melted into a sultry laugh. "Big sexy doggy." By the light of Max's dick, the lutrine scurried up her lover and wrapped her legs around his waist. After a brief but chittery squabble with her skirt and panties, she managed to reach a paw down to guide his cock in. Heat and moisture met her already-eager slit. A waggled of her thick tail rocked her hips, sinking onto him an inch at a time. The texture of the condom was a little grippier than his naked cock. This might have been a problem had she not been fairly wet already.

His strong arms held her easily off the floor. Delicate whiskers mingled with her own. Those green fabric dinosaur claws gripped her rump, rocking her hard onto his harder dick. Heavy balls dragged across her tail base. "Uhh! Mmm! Yeah!"

"Keep going!" She gasped as that thick canine cock buried in her slippery little otter passage. Every time he hilted in her, the surge of fullness drove a squeak from her throat. The grippy texture of the condom dragged in and out of her tender folds. Her paw dove between them to rub at her clit. The sensitive webbing rolled over her even-more-sensitive nub. Her passage clenched around him. "Mmmmf! Take me, Maxie. Oh!"

With a roar any dinosaur would've been proud of, he gripped her hips and buried his phosphorescent length in her. Even through the condom, she felt the swell of his knot, getting bigger with every heartbeat. He growled into her shoulder. "Hhhhrrrrrrrrh!!"

With a heavy moan, the otter gasped. Her tail bucked, swinging her hips hard onto his spurting dick. Head thrown back, her red riding hood fell back from her flattened ears. Pleasure coursed through her body. Instinct caused her to clutch at her lover. Her hips wiggled against his, riding as far as his knot allowed, wringing every possible pleasure from her stuffed-full climax. "Mmm..."

For long, loving minutes, they leaned together against the wall. His breaths slowed against her ear. Tension evaporated, even as her body tingled with energy. She couldn't believe what they'd just done, what they were still doing, but it felt incredible. Of all the emotions she was feeling, fear was still there, but it was far down the list. Her webbed paws stroked along his broad back, feeling him pant. Just as she started to wonder if his legs would give out, she felt his knot slip free. A final gasp passed between them as she struggled to ease down without tripping them both.

The faint light returned as he pulled free, then pulled the rubber off his length and tied it to prevent spilling. "At least there's no mess to clean up."

Her panties slid helpfully back over the sticky fur of her mound in a sweep of unexpected sensation. Giddy, Kylie giggled. "We're not gonna use it to light our way home?" She straightened her panties, lips wet, but far from the usual dripping. Normally, his thick canine seed would be running down her tail at this point.

"I don't feel the need for my jizz to guide us." Once Max got his junk sorted away, he gave her a quick kiss and leaned to her ear. "We'd better go." He placed a palm on the crash bar and popped the door open. "I don't want to explain why this whole place smells like sex now."

As they stepped outside, the otter bobbed around him with a bubbly giggle. "Want to catch up with Shane and Sarah?"

"Nah, let's text them and head home." He pulled her close, ducking his muzzle into her hood to nibble at her ear. "I still really, really want to see you take that costume off."

Kylie chittered in anticipation. As the door closed, she caught a glimpse of dull metal in the moonlight, a flash of a familiar face. She stopped the door, leaning back inside to look more closely. On the wall hung an old bronze plaque with an embossed portrait of a sea otter with bushy whiskers and a cheery smile.

_In memory of Edith Neap _

1942-1986

Died installing an unauthorized aquatic component to the annual haunted house. We honor your dedication, if not your methods.

Kylie let the door shut, hiding the plaque. She stood on the narrow concrete step, mind buzzing, something cold twisting in her chest.

"Hey, something wrong?" Max looked down at her with concern on his muzzle, phosphorescent condom dangling in his grasp.

"No..." She shook her head. "It's nothing." She took his paw and walked from the alleyway.

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Didn't you know that Halloween in North Dakota is celebrated a week late? ; )

Edits: sillyneko345, archaesophilia, Slip Wolf

Art: Slate

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