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This Halloween themed story was written for Antoneth as part of his 'Stories for a month' auction win! :3 It contains spooky, adult and romantic content between partners of various genders. :3

Jennifer, Luna, Sky, Storm and Tali belong to Antoneth and were used with kind permission. Story by Jeeves. Unless you're Antoneth, don't post without permission. :3

The Witching Hour

Outside, the autumn air was cool, crisp and clear. It was 11.30pm on the final day of October, and all around the country trick or treaters were returning home with bulging bags full of sweet treats, preparing themselves for the inevitable gorging soon to occur and the agonising stomach and toothaches which would follow in the days to come.

Within one home however, one large, almost palatial mansion, its inhabitants had not left the house all evening. They had stayed home to enjoy a Halloween party at the behest of the householder, their mistress. Now, curled up on the floor of Jennifer's bedroom amid a pile of blankets from their various beds as well as various pillows and cushions from around the upper floor of the mansion, Luna, Storm, Tali and Sky looked up at their owner as she sat in a large, high backed armchair with deep red velvet coverings. The vixen, sitting back peacefully, was naked except for a necklace of pumpkins carved from amber around her neck, a long, dark cape hanging down her back and a witches hat perched atop her head. She was grinning, and as she spoke her eyes flickered with mirth and excitement in the candlelit bedroom.

"It was a dark and stormy night..."

Luna groaned, rolling her eyes. The large, muscular female wolf was dressed in a leopard print bikini with fake strands of animal hair hanging thickly off them. She bore two fang like false canines, more akin to a sabre-tooth cat than a wolf, and by her side a long, flint tipped spear lay on the carpeted floor, completing her stone age costume. Within her arms, Tali giggled both at the wolf's reaction and indeed her mistress' wonderfully cliched opening to her tale. The skunk too bore her own fancy dress, though rather than the humorous route of Jennifer or Luna she had gone for a truly terrifying costume. Tali's lithe, beautiful body was constricted by a tightly fitting bra, a plain blouse buttoned all the way up to the neck with a woollen cardigan atop it, and a long, grey skirt which reached down to her ankles. Her long hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore a pair of thick, horn-rimmed glasses with plain glass in them upon the bridge of her muzzle. Upon looking at herself earlier that evening, it had been all the others in the household could do to keep her from sobbing and tearing those foul garments from herself there and then. Such was the terror Tali felt at the mere thought of being labelled as... a prude.

Close by, but cuddled up in their own twosome, were the two dragons of the household. Storm quivered with fear at the prospect of a dark, stormy night such as the one that her mistress was describing. Despite her name Storm was no fan of rough weather, and the idea of a storm with thunder and lightning on a night as dark and spooky as Halloween did not appeal to her at all. Dressed in a fluffy, elegant, light blue princess' dress, complete with silver crown, the female dragon cuddled up close to her protector, Sky. He smiled warmly, taking one of Storm's hands into his own reassuringly while the other wrapped gently around her waist. He, dressed in white britches and a scarlet tunic with a golden medallion and a crown of his own, was Storm's prince, and he would defend her against any enemies which assailed her fair, beautiful self on this spooky night or any other.

"...and in a large country home, older than this house and far less modern, the master of the house, his manservant and his maid were at the mercy of the elements. They had known winds before, and thunder, and lightning, and rain, but none of them had ever seen or heard weather like this. It terrified them, and so from the three corners of the large house in which they slept they each emerged in flowing dressing gowns, and ran in horror in search of someone to protect and comfort them."

Jennifer looked down at her four slaves, the four creatures whom she adored more than anyone else in this world, whom she depended on far more than she would ever say aloud. They looked back up at her, and in that moment everyone was thinking the same thing. They were all thinking that if they were caught in a storm such as that, just like the maid and the manservant they too would be running to take shelter in the arms of the fur to whom their lives were bound. The vixen could see this in their eyes, she could tell that they were all united in their feelings regarding that matter, and it touched her heart to the very core.

"The power was out as the maid hurried down one of the upstairs corridors, whimpering as thunder shook the paintings upon the walls around her and rumbled like the hungry snarl of some vast, vicious beast."

Quivering with fear, Storm buried her face in Sky's shoulder. The male dragon kissed her reassuringly upon the forehead. She may not have been terrified by the prospect of a mere storm, together they had already spent time frolicking outside in such weather, but the meek dragoness was still no fan of anything that could be called a vast, vicious beast. She had spent more than enough time in her life already being terrified by some beastly creature, and her desire to avoid any such actions in the future was strong.

"The master of the house staggered through the entrance hall, quaking while the two tall oak trees which had been growing for centuries directly ahead of the house scratched and scraped at the windows with their outstretched, finger-like branches. Lightning flashed, and the torch he had been carrying fell to the floor as he howled in fear, shattering and plunging him into pitch blackness until the next crackling, forked flash in the dark sky above."

Tali squirmed, blushing as she closed her eyes and read between the lines of her mistress' tale. In the skunk's own head the darkness wasn't a bad thing, far from it. One could get up to all sorts of fun in the dark, and the very idea of the household coming together to weather out the storm was very much twisted in Tali's mind. There were a great many ways to comfort a person when they were afraid, and if Tali had been that maid... well, she certainly knew how the manservant and the master would be able to comfort her.

"First to arrive at the destination of each of the trio however, the kitchen which stood isolated at the very centre of the house, with no windows and no draughty corridors to enhance the storm's power, was the manservant. He stumbled as he entered the kitchen, his foot slipping on a wet patch of stonework no doubt left by the cook as she cleaned up from the evening meal and prepared to depart for her home in the village a short distance away. With a thud he hit the floor, thankfully not hitting his head, but winding himself thoroughly. It was as he lay there, gasping for breath, that his master arrived."

Upon hearing this, Luna snorted as she allowed herself a moment of her own mental imagery, watching those two ungainly males falling over one another. By no means was the wolf anti-male, she had rather a soft spot for Sky after all... everyone in this house did, but there was a certain satisfaction in imagining two men awkwardly toppling over one another and coming to rest in some delightfully homo-erotic pose. Of course, she never would have dreamed that her little moment of inner silliness would ever be replicated in Jennifer's story. But then... perhaps Jennifer knew what each of her charges might be expecting, and hoped to throw them all for a loop at some point or another.

"Had he fallen without aid, the master might have cracked his skull upon the floor and turned this creepy Halloween tale into one far darker. Instead he found himself tumbling into the arms of his manservant, the strong badger in his employ easily catching the rather lightweight, limber cheetah. One last rumble of thunder echoed through the mansion as the kitchen door swung shut, and then, suddenly they were alone together in the pitch black, silent, utterly still eternity of the kitchen."

Jennifer's cheeks burned a little as she adjusted herself upon her seat, and Tali, Luna, Sky and even Storm couldn't help but allow their training to kick in; noticing the blush, the shifting and indeed the slight increase in stiffness of the vulpine female's nipples while she paused. Their mistress was becoming aroused, and they in turn began to feel a build up of warm anticipation.

"It had been weeks since the master and his manservant had given into their urges. Weeks since the last time they had been alone together, face to face, tempting one another with their scents, their bodies. Now, afraid and on edge, hormone levels sky high and emotions running wild, they didn't stand a chance. Their eyes, wide open but still barely able to see anything in the darkness of the windowless kitchen, stared out at one another as their muzzles slid inch by inch closer together. Their muzzles uttered heavy, ragged breaths and soft murmurs."

A loud whimper escaped Tali's muzzle, the skunk unable to gain access to her body due to the damnable thickness and immobility of the hellishly constricting clothes that she was wearing. For a moment this vocalisation broke Jennifer's concentration, and she, along with all others in the room, glanced towards the squirming skunk. Only when she realised everyone was watching her did Tali cease trying to tug her thick, heavy skirt up far enough to be able to slide a hand down between her legs, blushing but showing no signs of shame or apology for what she had been doing. It was Storm who blushed the brightest of anyone present, not only because deep down she too was feeling warm at the thought of these forbidden lovers preparing to do whatever it was two men might do together in a dark room, but also because she knew that everyone around her, not just Tali, was feeling it to some extent too.

Sure enough, Sky was nursing a growing erection as he cuddled up behind Storm, and just like Tali both Luna and Jennifer were growing steadily more aroused by both the story being played out and the simple, mutually assured knowledge that the heat was rising amongst their little group. Even Storm herself was beginning to feel definite signs of physical arousal, but thankfully for her still incredibly self-conscious soul the fluffy princess' dress which she was wearing hid her body's reactions from the rest of the group, concealing the more male aspect of her hermaphrodite physiology.

"Just as the two men were about to kiss, and as their longing began to swell against one another's bodies, pressing past the folds of their dressing gowns and revealing the absence of any clothing beneath, the kitchen door was thrown wide open and a cruel crack of thunder rang around the room. The corridor beyond was illuminated by fierce lightning, and in the doorway the maid's own body was silhouetted. She was naked, having lost her dressing gown to a suit of armour which in her panic had seemed to come alive and snatch away her one covering layer, and weeping mournfully as she staggered forward, unable to see that she was not alone. Thus she too tumbled forward into the pile, screaming at first, then sobbing in relief when familiar voices murmured her name comfortingly. She clutched at the two men shamelessly in her naked state, embracing them with all the love in the world, and they held her fondly in return, cheeks still crimson red and bodies still trembling with desire."

The more heated the story became, the harder it was for Jennifer to conceal her delight in this less spooky, increasingly erotic Halloween tale. She could feel herself warming in those most special of regions between her legs, and the nub of her clitoris felt so very stiff, begging for contact. The vixen knew that in a moment, with a word or even a click of her fingers, she could have Tali's fingers buried inside her, wriggling playfully, or Sky's shaft teasing at her love button until the dragon was roaring with desire. Yet she waited, and forced herself to remain with her legs folded, hiding the sweet scent of her longing while she told this story to its conclusion. She might not have been attempting to truly scare her slaves, especially not with Storm present, but she could certainly make them squirm a little more.

"The maid wept with gratitude as somewhere in the house, a window broke and powerful winds shrieked through the corridors untamed and violent. She wept and clung to the two males now holding her in return, shielding her naked body with their warmth and strength. Her lips pressed against the warm, soft fur of one male's chest, and the master of the house growled in excitement. He stroked her hair, and whispered that she had always been so good to him, and that he would do anything to repay her devotion. All that she asked for though, all that she wanted, was to feel safe. To be held tight and close, and for the two of them to keep the storm away."

Jennifer licked her lips, and shivered in obvious excitement as a quiet but desperate whimper escaped Storm, the dragoness' hands moving to her thick dress and pushing down against the fabric, as though touching something beneath it. Her dark scales flushed brightly upon her face, and the unique lightning markings which crossed her body glowed gently for a split second. That admission of arousal, however unintended from the most withdrawn and shy of their number clearly affected everyone present. From that moment onward there was no denying the electricity present in that room. It was no longer a matter of whether something would happen or not... but rather a matter of when.

Luna growled under her breath. Tali began to peel her skirt down her legs, revealing that her prudish costume was in fact incomplete; no underwear present beneath that long, thick skirt. Sky kissed and nibbled fondly at Storm's neck, drinking in the female dragon's frantic and failed attempts at not moaning aloud. Jennifer meanwhile could only fight ever harder to resist the urge to give in there and then, turning her mind back to the story she had been charged with telling to its heated conclusion.

"And so they did. Together those two men, those lovers, kept the storm's fury away from themselves and the maid in the only manner their frightened, stimulated minds could conceive at a moment's notice. They kissed her, and they touched her, and as though they'd done so a hundred times before, she begged them not to stop."

Tali whimpered happily, burying both her hands between her legs and lying back with her head resting upon Luna's ample breasts. She began to touch herself, but for now at least the other's resisted as they, like Jennifer, heard the story out to its very end.

"By the time the kitchen door was thrown open by the force of the storm, having gutted every window on all three floors, blowing through the stately home like breath through a tin whistle, the master and his manservant were as naked as the maid. Their robes were snatched up and tossed away into the darkness as pans, knives, glasses and all manner of small objects began to fly as gale force gusts ripped through this supposedly safe room. Together, crying and moaning in desperation, fear and longing, the trio crawled under the heavy oak table in the centre of the room, and the two males wrapped themselves around the maid, one in front, one behind. The world around them was chaos, whirling metal, wood and food, screaming wind, doors and shutters whipping back and forth like tissue paper. Yet still, over the carnage nature was wreaking around them, the manservant and his master still heard the female's desperate plea. That if she was to die on this dark, stormy night, she wished to die in the throes of limitless... l-limitless pleasure...."

That falter, that momentary sign of weakness was all Luna needed. In an instant she pulled herself away from Tali, lowering the masturbating skunk down into a pile of cushions with nothing but a moan and a giggle. Jennifer, knowing she was beaten, opened her legs wide and leaned back in her chair. She whimpered, but before she could open her muzzle to beg for aid, the wolf was there. Without any thought for her own pleasure, hands wrapping themselves around Jennifer's thighs, Luna went to town on her mistress' treasure. She lapped at Jennifer's moist, warm slit, and nuzzled closer still as the vixen moaned, until finally her cold, wet nose bumped up against the female fox's clit.

Close by, Sky and Storm too erupted into their own giddy display of overwhelmed affection and excitement. Storm was not yet ready to make love so freely and shamelessly, not without being eased towards that point by much tenderness and foreplay, but she was more than willing to participate as Sky wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her down atop him, kissing her feverishly and entwining his legs tenderly around her waist. Happily, hungrily the two scaled beasts began to make out, each with one eye drifting between Luna's pleasuring of Jennifer and Tali's solo indulgences, and each with a matching crimson blush spread across their scaled cheeks.

"S-so... there, in that kitchen, amid a storm more fierce and deadly than any this land had ever seen... the three made love. Hard, rough, carnal love, believing that it was the last thing any of them would ever do. The master of the house filled his maid's pussy with his cock... h-his big, thick cock..., and whispered to her that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with. The manservant meanwhile, w-who had known both his master and the maid... ahh... intimately during his long and enjoyable service, took her from behind. Any pain she felt was swept away in the fever of the moment, and as the two men felt one another through the dividing barrier of her inner flesh the trio forgot all about the wild, wicked winds and hellish thunder raging around them!"

Jennifer rubbed Luna's ears with the fingertips of one paw as she was eaten out in, as usual, spectacular fashion by her loyal lupine slave. The other gripped the arm of the chair in which she was sitting tightly, a sign that the vixen was at least fighting to keep some measure of controlled composure as her tale came to its end. Her eyes were closed, picturing that scene in the kitchen, except instead of an oak table and a cold wooden floor it was the soft satin sheets of her large four poster bed, and instead of a manservant and a master, it was Storm and Sky. One day... one day she would feel exactly as that maid had felt, so full, so loved, so happy. But until then at least the vixen could do as she was now doing; looking out across her bedroom to see all those whom she cared for happy and excited, just as they should be on any holiday, even Halloween.

Prince Sky and Princess Storm kissed and embraced tightly, moaning through one another's muzzles as their draconic telepathy allowed them to experience not just their own feelings of affection and arousal, but one another's too. There were no secrets, and there was no shame in what they felt so long as it was locked away inside their shared minds. Their bodies pressed tighter and tighter together, intimate regions rubbing against intimate regions, and yet still they devoted the majority of their focus to the simple things; to kissing, to touching, to simply looking into the other dragon's eyes and trying to fathom how they had each gotten so lucky.

Tali, the slut in a prude's clothing, shrieked as she came, juices spilling out around her fingers as they continued to plunge deep into her treasure with shameless speed and force. She rejected everything she was pretending to be, everything she had ever been denied not for punishment or play, but through prudish shame or cold, heartless malice. Her cries rang out around the bedroom, every moan, grunt and gasp deliciously long, loud and lewd. She lifted herself off the ground on trembling legs, exposing her wet, sticky nether regions to the world, and rubbed her clit savagely with the flat fingertips of her free hand. With a violent cry a second climax struck her head on, and a streak of ejaculatory fluids splashed out between her legs onto the carpeted floor.

Luna, the cave-woman, let her primal instincts take hold as she grunted and snarled through the hot, wet lips of Jennifer's nether regions. She didn't hold anything back, knowing that even if her mistress commanded her to cease lapping at her clit she would not do so. Her body craved the sweet, wild satisfaction not of feeling herself erupt in bliss, but that of her Alpha; her pack leader. Luna's basic instincts had taken over, and she was now little more than a savage feral beast. She knew of pleasure and pain, she knew of right and wrong, she knew of love and hate, and it was with an abundance of each of the former that she hungrily ate Jennifer towards rapture.

Whether anyone, Sky, Storm or Jennifer herself, suspected that something more than just simple arousal was at play here wasn't clear. Had there been a sixth member of the household though, and had they come upon the doorway of the vixen's master bedroom, they might have noticed the strange violet glow coming from beneath the door. A glow which no-one in that room seemed to realise was there, but which shone out from the vixen's chair as she gazed from fur to fur to entwined, happy scalies and rode Luna's muzzle towards orgasm. Perhaps it was the night; Halloween, with all manner of ghosts and spirits loose in the world making mischief and, in this case, pleasure. Perhaps it was Storm showing that she still was not yet in full command of her abilities, her longings bleeding out into reality as she tried to keep them beneath the surface of her conscious mind. Or maybe, just maybe, it was Jennifer herself.

Jennifer, whom Max had called gifted; a woman with potential for great talent in the art of magic.

Maybe the vixen, dressing up as a witch, had brought herself that little bit closer in touch with the magic which lay dormant inside herself. Maybe her already unnaturally keen empathy had hit upon a pocket of this magic, and spread itself beyond the reach of Jennifer's mind alone.

All any of them knew was that as they indulged their own and one another's longings, affections and sexual needs on the floor of the vixen's bedroom, they felt acutely connected to the characters their costumes declared they were playing. Tali, the woman with feverish desires more repressed than even her own passionate libido. Luna, the wild, savage and beautiful cave dweller. Sky and Storm, the regal prince and princess, a man and woman of grace and pride, but love and kindness too. And Jennifer herself of course, the naked witch with nothing to hide; her body, her power, her every feeling and desire on display.

Outside, beyond the drawn drapes of the bedroom, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed across the sky. Within, no-one paid the gathering storm a moment's heed. They knew that everything would be okay. They knew that, like in Jennifer's story, they wouldn't be alone when the wind began to whistle and the house to shake with the nightly noises of the tumultuous weather.

In the hallway, just beyond the heavy wooden door which led into Jennifer's bedroom, a grandfather clock began to chime the hour.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Four times.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

And, as Jennifer tossed her head back and groaned in ecstasy, her euphoria overflowing while Luna's tongue buried itself inside the clutching walls of her treasure, the clock struck thirteen. The hands of the clock began to spin wildly within its face, and everyone present felt their breath catch in their throat as a surge of unexplained, unexpected pleasure coursed through them.

A moment later, the vixen's witches hat tumbled from her head, and the clock hands slid slowly back to midnight. Four sets of raggedly breathing lungs released four pent up, pleasure stricken gasps, and Jennifer began to writhe and whimper within her seat as she rode out the remainder of her orgasm.

The spell, the magic, the dream, whatever it was... ended.

Yet still the thunder rumbled outside, and still no-one seemed to notice, or to care if they did.

It may not have been quite so obviously mystical, but there was nothing quite so revitalising and mindlessly magical as a little lust and a whole lot of love in the right place and the right time. And, on this occasion, the right place seemed almost certainly to be Jennifer's bedroom, while the right time was then and there. Midnight on Halloween. The witching hour.

By Jeeves