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It was the final day of October, the anticipated and much-loved holiday known as 'Halloween'. Children from all around flooded the streets, dressed in innocent outfits with a spooky theme. Some bore bandages like a mummy. Others, fake teeth and long, flowing black capes like a vampire. For two young cubs out to get a good haul of candy, they'd picked something else.

The two cubs wandered around dressed in a thin lounge wear known as 'Kigus', a brand of one-piece garments that often bore a hood and was fashioned after a particular animal or character. Their choice in garments were purely comfort-focused: one of them bore a 'onesie' shaped like Stitch, and the other Simba.

"You think we'll get a good haul this year, Mojito?" The first one of them asked, a purple-furred otter with intricate markings that were barely visible beneath the kigu wrapped around his body. He padded alongside his friend, a vibrantly turquoise-furred kangaroo with a striking blue upper snout. Mojito adjusted the hood of his Simba kigu, the tips of his large ears poking out from underneath.

"I hope we get a lot. We didn't get much last year..." Mojito mumbled quietly, wrinkling his nose. "Hey Ritt. Should we go to the rich side of town? Y'know, where the fancy people live."

"I dunno..." Ritt trailed off as he thought about it. The more wealthier side of town had better houses, but those that lived there were known to be snotty and aloof and cared little for the rest of the townsfolk. They were usually the people who ran the large companies in the centre of town or worked with the local council. Ritt scratched his chin before glancing at his friend. He could see that the kangaroo was eager. With a sigh, he resigned to his fate.

"Fine. Lets go." He agreed, and Mojito looked ecstatic. They sped up their slow walk, heading deeper into town. As long as they were back by 11, their parents wouldn't ask questions.

The further they moved into the wealthier parts of town, the quieter the streets seemed to get. Before long, they were the only two people walking down the street, with rows of fancy houses lined either side of them. Everything about them screamed luxury, from the intricately detailed wraught iron fences to the perfectly maintained front gardens and carved wooden overhangs to shield people from the rain.

"Do you really think they'll have candy?" Ritt asked anxiously, glancing over to his friend, who was already eyeing up the various houses. He looked to his friend and lowered his gaze, shuffling awkwardly.

"I dunno," He mumbled. "I guess there's not many people out, and...we do look kinda silly."

Ritt sighed and spread his lips into a smile. He hooked an arm around the kangaroo's shoulders and pulled him up, giving him a quick cuddle.

"Hey, it's okay," Ritt beamed. "No harm in tryin'."

Ritt has always been a kind friend to Mojito. The kangaroo was shy and often had a difficult time making friends, but they'd known each other long enough to get on with one-another without any awkwardness in between them. That, and Ritt was a naturally optimistic and friendly sort of cub-- it was easy for him to wipe away any tension in the air. Ritt leant off of his friend and lowered his hand, grasping Mojito's own. He pulled him along and picked a random house, a fancy looking place with only two stories and an otherwise surprisingly homey vibe amongst the other impressive houses around them. He stepped through the short gate and closed it behind them, dragging his friend up the wooden steps and reaching up to ring the doorbell.

"Ready?" Ritt whispered to his friend, and Mojito clumsily toyed with the pumpkin-shaped pail in his hands, getting ready to hold it out. They stood there for a moment until Ritt's ears picked up the sound of the lock clicking. He put on his best cute face and sucked in a breath. As the door opened, he pushed out his pail.

"Trick or treat!" He cried out and beamed, showing off his teeth. Mojito mumbled the words in kind and nervously held out his own pail. It was easy to be himself around Ritt, but other people? That was a different matter.

The door swung open to reveal a tall and imposing man, dressed in a tight-fitting shirt over broad shoulders and a toned, athletic chest and a simple pair of jeans. He wrinkled his canine muzzle at the sight of two boys, but it wasn't out of disgust; in fact, he was surprised.

"Didn't think any kids came out this way," The man, a dalmatian, remarked absently whilst scratching his head. "Those costumes...aren't exactly scary, huh?"

Ritt's lips curled into a thin line and he pouted, putting on his best cute impression. It was normally a winner, at least as far as the average adult went. He pushed his pail out a little more and rattled it, impatiently tapping a webbed foot on the ground to try and display some level of impatience, without being too rude. Mojito stood there awkwardly and wasn't quite sure what to do. He inevitably lowered his pail as the sight of the man's stare and found his cheeks growing red with embarrassment.

"I'm gonna have to fish 'em out. You'd better come in." The dalmatian informed them, stepping to the side to allow them entry. The two cubs weren't that stupid: they were both 11 years of age and should arguably know better than to enter a stranger's home. But this was the nice side of the neighbourhood. There couldn't be any unsavoury people around here, right?

Ritt was the first to step through, and unsure what to do himself, Mojito followed. The two cubs stepped into the man's house and the dalmatian shut the door behind them, twisting the lock to make sure it wouldn't open with ease. Whether that was just a precaution or for something else entirely, the cubs didn't know. In fact, they didn't even notice.

The two cubs stepped into the living room, admiring the luxurious furniture, the dark red walls and a fireplace with a crackling, warm flame. It was remarkably cosy, and even Mojito was lulled into a false sense of security. He went a wet nose touching with his hand and the kangaroo instinctively whirled around, squealing out in fright. Whatever nuzzled him stepped back and Ritt turned, frowning at his friend.

Standing there, staring at the two of them, was an average feral canine, a common house pet amongst the middle and upper class. It was a husky, with what looked to be a rather pristine coat and a happy expression on it's face, apparently rather excited to see newcomers into the home.

"That's just Xan. Don't mind him," The dalmatian drawled, before snapping his fingers and pointing directly at the kangaroo. "You. Come with me."

Mojito froze on the spot and clutched tightly at his pale, taken by surprise. Ritt nudged him with an elbow and nodded. The kangaroo looked anxious.

"You'll be fine. I'll be here." Ritt whispered, and Mojito felt a little more at ease. He watched the dalmatian stride through the living room towards a hallway at the far side, leading to rooms beyond. The kangaroo tentatively followed him down the hallway as Ritt moved into a comfortable position on the couch, where the husky, Xan, came up and nuzzled against the otter's hands, wanting to be pet.

The dalmatian lead Mojito through a door and into a blinding white kitchen. It was expansive: there was plenty of free space on the counters around the room and in the middle sat an 'island', a table with a marble top with various stools placed around it. The canine stepped over towards the fridge and rummaged through.

"What's your name?" The adult asked rather abruptly, making the kangaroo jump. The turqouise marsupial clutched at his pail tightly.

"M-Mojito, sir." The kangaroo replied anxiously.

"Like the drink? Cute. I'm Nate," The man remarked absently and introduced himself, before pulling back from the fridge, holding a can in his hand. "Thirsty?"

"Oh. T-Thank you." Mojito replied nervously and quickly bowed. The man placed the can on the island and gestured for the kangaroo to get up onto the stool. The 11 year old struggled at first and managed to clamber on, and he reached out to pop the can's lip, taking a tip. It was nice and cool, and delightfully sweet: he was glad for the refreshment, as it had taken a little while to walk to the neighbourhood they were in.

He felt hands on his shoulders and the shy kangaroo wasn't sure what to say. He anxiously sipped the drink, placing his pail on the marble top and cradling the beverage with both hands. Those large fingers kneaded against his shoulders, almost as if they were massaging him.

"You have a peculiar fur colour." The dalmatian remarked, his voice coming from behind the kangaroo. A hand touched the top of his head and slid the hood of his kigu down to reveal his large, turquoise ears. The dalmatian's hand ran along the bridge of the kangaroo's snout, tracing along the sharp, contrasting blue parts of his fur.

"U-Um..." Mojito wanted to say he felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't quite form the words in his mouth. The mans hands were touching him in a methodical way, each one dripping with intention to do something, only Mojito didn't know what that was.

Suddenly, he felt something cool around his neck, and he reached up with a blue-furred hand to touch at whatever it was. His fingers met with leather and he could only assume a collar had been placed around his neck. Where on earth did the man acquire such a thing?

Those hands moved across his body, curling around to his front and tugging at the zipper of his kigu, letting it run down his body. The kangaroo squirmed against him and made a noise of protest, but his shy hands could do little to fight back against the canine's advances. Soon enough, the kigu was falling around his shoulders, exposing his chest and nipples. He felt the man's hand touching against his stomach and he quivered from the sensation.

Suddenly, the hand curled around his stomach, and he was lifted off of the stool completely. His feet quickly met with the floor, but he was pushed onto his knees, and his chest was forced forwards to press against the cool tiled floor. He planted his hands against the floor, but they were quickly swept up and pulled behind him. He tried to resist and let out a whimper of complaint, but he felt a cool metal around his wrists. As he pulled, he was unable to free them. The dalmatian and cuffed them together.

The kigu moved down further, pulling pat his stomach and along his tail to finally reveal his rear end, leaving the kigu against the floor. Mojito hadn't even thought to wear anything underneath, and he soon realised his entire crotch and behind was exposed.

"Y-You can't do that!" He squeaked quietly. "That's my private place! I was told not to show anyone!"

"That's a shame, because I've just seen it." Nate pointed out, planting his hands on the cub's behind and spreading his turquoise furred cheeks to expose the hidden, pink pucker. He watched it visibly clench and tense before letting go, bringing his hand to his mouth. He pressed his thumb and forefinger together and whistled.

In the living room, Ritt was quietly petting the dog, before he heard the whistle. Xan turned immediately to stare down the hallway, and then abruptly moved, speedily trotting over down the hall and into one of the rooms. Ritt wondered whether he should follow or not, and inevitably decided against it. It was that choice alone that would eventually land him in hot water.

The dog stepped through into the kitchen as Nate pulled a leash from the bottom draw of the cabinets underneath the little marble island. He clipped the leash onto the collar around the kangaroo's neck and pulled it back, fiercely coiling it around Mojito's tail. The tautness of the leash, coupled with being hooked between the base of his tail and the collar around his neck, meant that Mojito was forced to raise his tail, for fear of extreme discomfort. The kangaroo whimpered quietly and tried to wriggle and move, but Nate thought of that, as well: he pulled a long-ish blade far from the same drawer as the leash, and twisted the ends, revealing them to be metal cuffs of some description. Those in the BDSM industry referred to them as a bar spreader, but the young cub had no idea what it was for. He was soon to find out.

The bar spread was clipped around his ankles, and the length of metal in the middle was expanded, then tightened. Mojito's legs were forcibly spread by the metal and his ankles locked in place. The combination of instruments made it impossible for Mojito to move at all. He didn't even have the upper body strength to lift himself up.

Nate snapped his fingers at the dog standing by the door, then pointed directly at the kangaroo's behind, his raised tail and spread legs. Instantly, the dog knew what to do. As the canine padded over, Nate got to his feet and strode through back into the hallway, returning to the living room. One cub was preoccupied, but the other still needed to be dealt with.

"Where's Mojito?" Ritt asked casually as Nate returned into the room. Apparently, the cub was none the wiser to his friend's predicament. That would make it a little easier.

"He's a bit tied up at the moment," Nate informed him, sliding into a seat next to the otter and leaning forwards to rest his elbows on his knees. "...That's an interesting costume."

"It's a Kigu," Ritt beamed, apparently rather pleased someone noticed. "My mum bought it for me."

"Did she?" Nate drawled, more or less not that interested. He was trying to keep up some basic conversation until he could find the right time to molest the poor, young otter. But it was difficult to find an in. Ritt shuffled awkwardly on the couch, unsure what the man was planning.

Slowly, Nate reached over and placed his hand on the cub's leg, stroking against his thick thighs. Ritt looked at him with a certain degree of discomfort and he tried to shuffle away.

"Um, what are you doing?" The otter asked quietly. He was just a cub, so didn't know all too much about sex, or anything like that. All he knew was that the tough made him feel rather tingly.

"Just having some fun, that's all." Nate leant a little closer, sliding his hand across the otter's leg and further up to his inner thigh. Ritt tensed immediately and felt his body tremble from the touch, a tingle shooting up his spine. What was this feeling, this sensation?

Nate's hand moved closer, until his hand to groping against the otter's crotch. Ritt should have pushed him away, but instead he found himself tensing up and staring down at the man's hand. He parted his lips and let out a shaky sigh, curling his webbed toes. Nate could tell the boy enjoyed it.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the dog had padded over to Mojito's compromising position, sniffing around his behind idly. Mojito tried to complain and wriggle, the fear bubbling up into his throat. He didn't particularly enjoy being tied up. Maybe the dog would help him?

Instead, he watched as the dog stepped to the right of him, near his body. The canine's nose sniffed about for a moment at the tiles, before cocking up his left leg. Mojito stared, wide-eyed, at the dog's plump sheath. Suddenly, a thick stream of urine shot form the end of the dog's little sheath, splashing onto the tiled floor and arcing just enough to hit the kangaroo's side. The boy squealed and tried to move, watching as the pool of piss waded underneath his body and trickled out, likely wetting his clothes.

When the dog was finished, he cocked his leg down, padding around and pressing his paws into the urine for a moment, before rounding around to the boy's behind. Mojito prayed that the worst was over, and that he might be able to get out of this, if he tried.

Instead, however, he felt a mass pushing down atop his body. The canine had hoisted itself up over the top of him, and Mojito's eyes widened as he felt the dog's hips pushing against his behind, mashing rapidly against his body. The canine rolled his hips forwards slowly and the tip of his tapering, knotting member slipped from his sheath, poking and prodding between the kangaroo's small cheeks in an effort to find his mark. When the thin tip met with the cub's behind, he forcefully pushed, slipping the narrow member into the boy's ass with little difficulty. Mojito gasped and bit down on his lip, letting out a grunt of discomfort.

Now that Xan's cock was firmly embedded into the cub's behind, the dog's member swelled with blood, pumping to life in an instant as the feral animal pulled his hips back and began to buck and thrust. It's hips rapidly pounded against Mojito's behind as the cock grow larger and larger, until it was effectively at full mast in a matter of moments, all 6 inches of it's knotted cock sliding in and out of the cub's behind. At first, the thrusts were dry, but they quickly grew wet from the dog's own pre-cum that readily spurted and oozed from the end of his member like a leaky faucet. Mojito let out a cry and bit down on his lip, whimpering with discomfort and confusion as the fat cock stretched his behind and assaulted him, abusing his pink ring.

A thick, bulbous knot mashed against his behind, over and over, as the dog's body pressed down against him and his front paws wrapped around the kangaroo's body. Somewhere in amongst the mild pain and discomfort of those relentless thrusts, Mojito felt a peculiar tingle of pleasure, a sensation that he wasn't quite familiar went. His balls swung with each thrust, rocking above the little sheath where his member typically came from, and a pink tip began to slide from that hidden housing, stirred by the sensations of the large member prodding his prostate.

In the living room, Nate's hands were roaming a little more aggressively, probing and picking at Ritt's kigu, sliding the hood from his head. Ritt didn't offer much in the way of resistance, for one of Nate's hands remained firmly against his crotch, groping the cub's warm little package and stirring his senses. Nate could already feel the warm tip of the otter's cock prodding against his palm, betraying his desire. Soon enough, the Kigu slipped past the otter's shoulders, revealing the intricate detail of his bright blue tattoos that curled around his shoulders. As the onesie fell around his waist, Nate caught sight of similar markings along the cub's thighs and hips.

Nate was growing impatient. He swept himself to his feet and grasped the otter's paws, hoisting him up and dragging him across the couch until he was laying lengthways. The otter briefly struggled against him, unsure what the canine was planning, but he wasn't quite strong enough to fight off the man as he pulled as the elastic around the cub's ankles, sliding the Kigu off of him completely and tossing it onto the floor. Much like Mojito, the cub wasn't wearing anything underneath his onesie, and that brought a smile to the man's face. He whirled Ritt around so his back was up against the back of the couch again.

"Kinda kinky, aren't you? Free-balling in your silly little outfit." The man grumbled, getting onto his knees by the couch as the otter pushed his hands against the canine's chest, trying to fight him off. It was a futile effort, however: Nate's hands touched with the otter's thighs and lined him up against his body, butting his bulging crotch against the otter's behind.

"You're squirming a bit too much." Nate grunted, reaching down with a free hand to pop the buckle of his leather belt. He pulled it from his waist and used both hands to reach up, dragging the otter's hands together. He wrapped the bely around his wrists to keep him secure, and Ritt squirmed, his cheeks flushed as he stared between his naked legs. He watched with wide eyes as Nate's hands descended, popping the button of his jeans and sliding them past his hips. Already, Ritt could see the prominent tenting of his boxer shorts, fully aware of how erect the man was, though he wasn't necessarily sure what it meant.

In the kitchen, Xan's hips continued to rapidly buck and thrust, his balls bouncing off of the cub's behind, his tongue lolling from his feral mouth. He panted harshly, adjusting his hind paws every so often, rarely lifting up a leg to scratch as the cub's behind with his claws, smearing droplets of urine onto his ass, making the kangaroo quietly whimper with discomfort. Each thrust was as hard as the last, the knot pressing dangerously into his behind, threatening to tie with him at any moment. Mojito's cock flopped, half-limp, dripping pre-cum. He felt a pressure in his loins and knew something was coming. He felt as if he was going to pee, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He trembled and the pressure tightened. From the end of his thin, narrow member, a trickle of urine shot out, splashing on the tiles beneath him. Mere moments later, that tiny trickle began to turn into a steady stream. Before the boy knew it, he was pissing all over the floor, his urine mixing with the dog's own, the relentless thrusts of the canine atop him forcing him to urinate more as its cock pushed against his prostate. The knot continued to forcibly bounce from his ass, stretching his red ring to it's limit.

Suddenly, Mojito's muscles gave way. The knot slipped forwards and popped into the cub's behind, the thickness of the bulbous knot stretching the cub's behind far beyond anything he'd ever felt before. The kangaroo let out a yelp as the knot rammed into him, but the canine continued to thrust, rocking his hips violently back and forth, before he abruptly stopped. Mojito felt a warm pulsing in his behind, a twitching against his inner walls. He didn't know what it meant, but the feeling of being full made him squirm. His steady stream of urine slowly began to die down into a trickle, and Mojito looked dismayed at the sight of the now larger pool of piss before him, spreading out across the floor and wetting his kigu even more, which hung around his knees.

Riit stared as Nate yanked down his boxers, revealing his length. He was about 7 inches or so, his cock thick and pulsing, with a tapered end and a fat knot sitting at the base. Ritt knew what it was: his own cock looked relatively similar, when it was out. He could only assume the man was excited, much like he could be sometimes.

"W-What are you going to do with that?" Ritt asked nervously as Nate spat into his hand, reaching down to smear the spittle all around his cock. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and he added that to his length, covering it in a thin film of glistening fluids.

"This." Nate angled his cock down and probed the tapered end of his cock against the otter's virgin asshole. He smeared pre-cum against his entrance for just a moment, before he began to push.

Immediately, Ritt tensed, his breathing hitching in his throat. His toes splayed out and he wriggled defiantly, feeling the cock forcing its way into him. Nate held firmly to his hands and groaned as his cock sunk in a good inch or two, stretching the otter's tight little asshole. He could feel the cub's spasming walls around his behind, clenching and squeezing as tight as they could. Ritt let out a quiet hiss and arched his back, the feelings of pleasure and pain swirling through his system.

"You're tighter than I expected..." The man murmured, leaning forwards and burying himself in another inch or so, eventually meeting with some resistance. Trying to wedge the fullness of his cock into the boy's behind would prove a challenge, but just a few inches would do for now. Nate rolled his hips back and slid his member forwards a few more inches, never going further than half of the length of his member, feeling each tight, instinctive squeeze of the otter's rump. He watched Ritt's expression, saw his wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

Nate leant his head forwards and towered over the young cub, beginning in on a steady rhythm of thrusts. He slid himself in half way, then pulled back and thrust again, making sure not to go too deep, for now. Ritt's insides were sensitive and tight, but with every thrust, the dull ache of pain and discomfort subsided, replaced with an intoxicating pleasure that swam through his body and made his skin tingle. A sigh escaped his lips as the tip of his member stiffened and pulsed to life, steadily growing harder and harder.

After another minute or so, the otter found himself almost fully erect, a little knot forming at the base of his cock. Nate was beginning to thrust a little more gusto, sinking himself into the otter's behind a little deeper each time. Soon enough, his knot was pressing up against the otter's ass. He didn't dare consider the notion of tying with the boy: that was definitively probe too difficult. Instead, he bucked and pressed his hips against the otter's behind, enjoying the sensations of those tight, young inner walls around his cock, watching the way the cub's little member twitched against his stomach.

Ritt let out quiet whimpers of pleasure, squirming on the couch as Nate thrust into him. He found himself enjoying the sensations of those thrusts, the feeling of a larger man above him. He'd never felt pleasure so exquisite before, but beneath it was a discomfort, the sensation of being full making him briefly wince and tense occasionally.

He could hear Nate groaning with more intensity and wasn't sure why. Inside him, his own loins stirred, and he guessed that something was coming. He'd felt similar sensations before when touching himself: he could only assume it meant the same thing. The pleasure heightened and his breathing became heavier and heavier. The man rocked his hips above him, muttering something under his breath as he used the cub's behind for his own sexual needs.

Ritt suddenly let out a gasp, and he closed his eyes. A sigh escaped his lips as the pressure in his loins loosened, and pleasure flooded over him, like a dam had been broken. He felt something warm and sticky against his stomach, staining his fur, and he was familiar with it. His insides clamped and squeezed with each little spurt of his cock, milking the man's fat member as hard as he could. He felt Nate stop above him and let out a restrained groan. A warmth spread across his stomach and shot up his spine, making him tingle. He could feel a warm pulsing inside him. A thick, hard throbbing that only added to his own bliss.

They sat there for a moment, panting quietly, before Ritt felt the mass of the man slide off of him. The otter blearily opened his eyes to see the dalmatian moving away from him, standing not too far away. He could see the canine's half-limp cock, his eyes catching sight of the glistening length, coated in cum, with the aid of the light above and the roaring fire. He watched as the man collected a towel and patted over his cock, before shooting a glance towards the hallway. He looked back at the spread, used otter, before striding across the room and leaving him be. Ritt stared at him for a moment, confused.

Mojito turned his head when he heard someone approaching, and whimpered when he saw Nate appearance at the entrance to the kitchen, bottomless, with his member hanging out. Nate stared down at the sight of his dog turned 180 degrees away from the kangaroo cub, who looked thoroughly used. A sigh escaped his nose.

It took roughly 20 minutes for the canine's knot to deflate. During that time, Nate took the time to clean up the kitchen and deal with the mess that the kangaroo had made, mopping up underneath him. When the knot could finally be dislodged, Nate helped the kangaroo to his feet and made him stand in the kitchen whilst Nate pulled the kigu back up around the kangaroo's body. Luckily for the cub, the stains of urins were only around the knees and leg area. The rest was somehow clean.

"There's Ritt?" Mojito asked, and Nate jabbed a thumb towards the living room. The kangaroo swiftly left, feeling a gooey sensation around his behind as he went, and found the otter pulling on his own kigu. The two of them quickly sat together and whispered to one-another, rather confused with what just happened. They swapped stories about their experience.

Suddenly, Nate returned, bowl in hand, as well as Mojito's pail. He handed the pumpkin-shaped container back to the kangaroo, and Ritt stared down at the contents of bowl, which seemed full of candy. Nate silently divvied out the candy to them, pouring half into each of their pails. There was enough to fill up half of their little buckets already.

"All good? Don't spread a word of this to anyone." Nate glared at the two of them, still bottomless, and they made a point of not staring in the most obvious places. They nodded silently and quickly got to their feet. Nate ushered them to the door and out the front.

"...Come back anytime." He muttered after them, watching them quickly waddle down the path and towards the street. He stared after them for a moment before closing the door.

The two cubs lingered in the street for a moment and stared at one another, unsure what to say.

"Can we go home?" Mojito asked, and Ritt nodded.

"That's enough for this year." He muttered. They turned and headed off down the road. They never shared what happened that day with anyone.