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Hello Ghoul Furs! Thought about having a bit of a seasonal story. Great season--time for relaxing, for eating candy, and most importantly for testing the amount of fear and terror one can take without having a heart attack! But...this story shouldn't give you a heart attack--disclaimer here about that I guess? Oh well, Happy Halloween everyone and enjoy!

The moon offered a bit of light on the darkened streets for the young furs, all clad in different garments of varying styles. One was wrapping in cloth, only his eyes visible and occasionally throwing in a limp for good effect. One had a cape tied around his neck and a costume, with a over sized gloves over his paws. Another was a little wtich, with green dyed fur and a stuck on mole on the bridge of her muzzle. Two more seemed to be going for ninja looks, carrying plastic swords on their backs and having green and red outfits. The last of the group seemed to be the eldest, and yet still no older than twelve or so--he had opted for the traditional zombie look, with some of his fur matted down with a bloody looking material and tattered dirty clothing.

The group's bags rustled with the sound of plastic and paper rubbing consistently against one another--indicating just how bountiful their night had been so far. Of course, for the crowded neighborhood getting a bounty of treasure wasn't so hard. But still, the house on the hill provided a true goal. Most houses gave out mini-candy bars or just small treats, but the house--the one on the hill--now that house provided full candy bars.

Perhaps it wasn't as big a deal as the pups believed, but for their young minds, such a treat being freely given was like an early Christmas. The path up the hill was dotted with omnious looking trees--though in the spring the path was so inviting because of the trees. But the leaves had fallen--everything looked dead. Off to the side a ghost hung by one of the branches--hardly scary.

Soon enough they were at the doorstep. Inside a figure ran by, but none thought much of it--despite the tendrils that followed it--as if a haunted aura followed it. Instead, they banged on the door before standing back. Slowly but surely the door opened, and out stumbled a white lion, a relatively odd sight. The furs looked at him for a few moments, as if to wonder if it was his costume, but it was jut his natural coat.

"Trick or treat!" the cubs yelled jubilantly at the lion.

The lion stared down at them, not smiling or frowning. His mane was frazzled and hardly majestic like it was when he walked into the office wearing his suit, but tonight was no night to worry about such things. Tonight an evil hung in the air--waiting to strike. He waited a few moments, until the young cubs looked at each other inquisitively. He waited more. He couldn't move though.

"Mister..." the eldest in the zombie outfit began.

The white lion let some candy drop from his paws, a few bars that he always answered the door with and after a few moments the pups and cubs began to pick it up. They were full candy bars, and by the looks on the pups' faces they were sure everything was fine. But that wasn't true--that wasn't true at all. As soon as they all had some in the bag the lion coughed loudly, a hacking cough, a bit of redness now being added to his white chin. Upon closer inspection one might even be able to see how his mane had a light red hue to it--from the continuous ploy of the night.

"R--Run," he rasped, now suddenly clutched at his throat. He coughed once more, this time followed by a sputter of saliva and the same redness. The wet tendrils stuck in his mane, a hardly regal look for him, but more like that of a fur on death's bed--perfect. The fear quickly registered in the younger furs faces. He made a staggering step forward, "N--Now...you have to run, before he gets to yo--Oh!!" he howled.

The young grey wolf in the mummy costume was the first to scream, seeing the red dagger that suddenly popped out of the lion's shirt, followed by the red liquid that spread along the lion's shirt as he howled in pain. More screams followed. As if to make things even more gruesome the object erupted into flames.

"Give me your souls!!" a deep voice yelled, quickly jumping from behind the lion and brandishing a large scythe. The figure was clothed in black ragged clothes, looking much like a reaper of souls. The light on the porch seemed to play on the red of its eyes, glowing and making the figure seem even more unworldly than it was. It reached out one of its paws, which also erupted into flames, these being green for a moment before shifting to red.

"AHHH!!" the group of furs screamed, their tails--those that were long enough--ducking between their legs as they scurried away. It was

"Run!!" the lion yowled, having fallen onto the ground and reaching out to them. "You must run! Don't stop!!"

The cubs and pups screamed and ran like they had just seen a demon--because that was exactly what they were meant to see.

The figure garbed in black stopped on the front porch, waving his scythe a few times before he just stood on the porch. There were no cars at the bottom of the hill, no parents. The pups had been trick-or-treating unsupervised. That made it all the better. A low, gruff laugh began to emminate from his chest. Soon the lion on the floor was laughing too; both proud of their job well done.

"Oh...that was beautiful!" Calvin said, sitting up and with a click of a button on his wrist the blade retracted into a mechanism. He laughed more, shaking his head. That was the twentieth group they had made run screaming off their porch--by far one of the best. The best still went to the college girls though--oh the screams they made: worthy of horror movies truly.

The dark figure just continued to laugh. But now it was clutching at its sides and stomping a foot on the ground. The laugh was lightly muffled from his mask.

"That was fun!" Calvin said, looking over his shoulder at the veiled figure, "Bit far with the whole souls thing though, don't you think?"

There was a deep laugh before the figure pulled away the veil, showing his lupine, grinning face, "I was getting into character," he replied.

"Think they ever looked back?" Calvin asked, taking the wolf's paw and standing back up fully. He was brought into an embrace.

"I doubt it...the one dressed as a mummy, I'm betting those sheets aren't as white as they used to be," Ray replied, leaning in a stealing a kiss from the lion, tasting cherries as he did--which had so nicely provided the look of blood.

"Ray...there might be cubs watching," Calvin said with a blush, having no qualms being kissed but realizing that some may not be comfortable seeing two males kissing--some weren't even comfortable seeing any public display of affection.

"So? You can tell them," Ray replied leaning forward and cocking his head, "You were kissed by death,"

"Mmmph..." Calvin let out, pushing lightly against the wolf--even if after a moment his actions changed to an embrace. It only took a second for a purr to begin resonating in his chest as he kissed his lover back--tasting a mix of caramel and chocolate from the times the wolf would raid the candy bowl meant for much younger furs. They exchanged a few more tongue ties before pulling back, a bit of red now dripping on his mate's chin.

Ray licked his lips, almost feeling like he'd just eaten one of those fancy valentine's day chocolates with a cherry covered in chocolate: the good type. And of course kissing his mate wasn't bad either! He grinned happily, running his paw up the lion's chest, enjoying the gentle vibration that ran into his paw from his mate's chest, feeling that continuous tuft of fur of his lover's mane that trailed lower and lower. He loved that trail--to trace it, to kiss down along it, to do so many things with it. He moved his paw lower.

"Ray...careful," Calvin purred, smiling as the paw trailed over his waist, dangerously close to that special area.

"Don't worry, I know what's down there...I've tamed the Cyclops many times before don't you remember?"

Calvin blushed a bit but still rolled his eyes at the equally cheesy line. On any other night it would've garnered a hit but tonight he let it slide.

"It's rather late...I think that may have been the last group," Ray continued, flicking his ear towards the darkness of their yard--where down below a few lights still shined.

"Are you sure...I'd hate to deprive any pups of their candy," Calvin said, looking out into the darkness and only being met with a few lights of houses. There was the occasional group of furs that walked through the neighborhood below. Living on the hill had only added to their 'haunted' appearance.

"I know you're cold Babe...we could go inside...heat up..." Ray commented, moving slightly closer to his mate, enough to allow heat to begin building up between them--in two separate but equally fun ways.

"R--Mmmm," Calvin tried to say but was interrupted by another kiss, this time with an open grope of his groin. His purr stuttered for a few moments before increasing heavily and he leaned into the kiss, letting out a moan of pleasure as he did. He couldn't deny the allure--or that it was getting rather late. And they still had their monster movie marathon! The paw squeezed his sheath again, making him moan.

Ray pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips yet again and grinning, "I was thinking we've been mean enough to the population...let them sleep......we have other things to do,"

Calvin hissed when the paw squeezed him again. The wolf wasn't moving slowly that was for sure. Of course, he hadn't been unwise to the fact that over the past ten visitors the wolf had called him very affectionate--and sometimes lustily--names. On the last visist his mate had admitted just how hot it was seeing him get penetrated, a more than terrible joke: one that, no matter what night it may have been, deserved a punch. He smirked at his black furred lover before roughly pushing him backwards into the house, "Upstairs...I'll get everything taken care of here,"

"Ruff!" Ray barked, diving in for a quick, lingering kiss that left his mate rather stunned. He just smiled at him before running up the stairs, throwing in a cackle as he did--if only for the spirit of the night.

"And get the movies ready--for after!" Calvin yelled after the wolf, feeling his sheath twitch at how the canine ran with his tail hiked up--just for him. After a moment he rolled his eyes before switching off the porch light, ending any other furs' plans to visit. He moved through the house quickly and turned out the lights, passing by the well decorated living room where they often spent their evenings, the newly renovated kitchen where they cooked and ate--although just the other night the granite countertops had seen a new type of action from an overly horny lion. He gathered a few things in the kitchen, mostly small snacks and drinks that would last them through the night. He quickly turned off the light and continued his task: passing by his small private library where he did his booking and where his mate would occasionally sit and read while he worked; just to spend time with him. Those times were always nice. He moved quickly into the foyer and began to trek up the stairs, making sure to stomp his feet just a bit to alert his lover of the impending fate awaiting both of them.

As he entered the room a smile spread over his muzzle at the sight. The wolf had wasted no time in getting rid of his clothes--even the pyrotechnic glove was left on the floor. His opposite. Nearly in every physical way his lover--while emotionally his perfect match--was so different from him. Where he was a bit on the pudgy side, white, feline, and graceful looking, his mate was a black furred canine who, despite never exercising, had the body most gym-buffs would kill for and looked more brutish than graceful. Their jobs were rather different too. Calvin was much more used to the quiet ways of an office and seeing to books while the wolf worked with pyrotechnology--a reason they had been able to so effectively scare the pup--and was usually around rock bands and other things. Still, they matched one another perfectly.

"I'm all ready Babe," Ray told the lion, spreading his legs a bit. The wolf's jet black fur had an orange hue from the light of a nearby lamp. But he directed his mate's attention to the true object of mutual desire. He rubbed over his deep-red cock with a lubed paw again, smirking at the lion and squeezing his knot for effect. The lion's eyes were practically glued to the delicious looking veiny shaft. "Get out of those clothes,"

Calvin nodded and quickly did as he was told. Soon enough his boxers were at the side of the room, and his shirt hung off the knob of a drawer. He got down to the small pop device on his waist--where the mechanical knife came out and became stuck. It hugged him tightly around his stomach, and he was quite ready to be rid of it and be able to release his bit of gut that he did have. It was impossible for him to undo though. Smiling he moved over to his mate and turned around, flicking his tail and showing off his rump for his mate, "Help a lion out?"

"Yeah...my pleasure," Ray said, quickly getting over to the lion and wrapping his paws around him. He began to chew on his lover's neck, getting a moan of pleasure.

"Not what I meant," Calvin purred.

Ray laughed roughly and pushed his hips forward, his pre-lubed member eventually finding the crevice of the lion's rump and making a home there. He thrust between the lion's cheeks a few times, enjoying the feeling and growling. Eventually he did undo the device, and it fell with a small thud, left completely forgotten in a matter of seconds. His lion turned around and kissed him quickly, wasting no time in straddling him.

"God, you're so hot," Calvin growled, raking his claws over the wolf's chest while he glared over his mate with his more predator-like eyes. He rocked his hips along with the wolf's, feeling the slickness of the wolf's cock make his own a bit easier. Both of them groaned whenever his barbs scrapped along Ray's own member. The wolf liked it, that much he knew--otherwise he doubted he'd have been able to get his lover off paws free so many times. Of course, there was something better--for them both.

They both stayed up on the knees--it was how they wanted it. Neither would control their pleasure, it would be mutual. Of course, that didn't stop the big cat from leaning up a bit so as to let the canine member back between his cheeks. Calvin leaned in for a quick kiss before pulling back and grinning, "Fuck me," he graoned, biting his mate's lower lip and smirking at him.

"Big kitty wants his ass bred?" Ray asked with an equally dirty grin, both more than excited to get down to business. When the wolf nodded it was time for just that. He lined himself up with his lover and dove in for a kiss when he began to push.

Slowly, but surely it happened. Sometimes it happened quickly, othertimes they took it slower so as to let the lion adjust. The kiss changed throughout the time, sometimes being slow and leisurely, and other times heated and fierce, but always passionate. Soon enough the lion was buried down to the knot on his lover though, his cock having lost none of its hardness in the downward trip--over the years the pain of adjusting to the mighty tool couldn't even outweigh the thought of the pleasure to come.

Ray pulled from the kiss and smiled at the lion, "Ready?"

"Oh yeah...been ready,"

"Ok...here we go..." Ray whispered in his lover's ear, beginning to gyrate his hips a little. He worked up to it all. When the lion began to purr from his rotating hips he began to add an up and down motion, and when the moans came from there he began increase the pressure, or to alter his pace. "You feel so amazing," he whispered, getting the expected shiver of joy from the lion as he did.

That was all it took. Calvin began to rock his own hips with his lover. He dove in for a quick kiss before pulling back and focusing entirely on their movements. "Oh...oh that's nice Babe," Calvin moaned, smiling more to himself than the wolf, even if he knew his smile was seen by his lover. He lifted himself up a bit more before sinking down onto the cock--feeling it poke and rub along his prostate as he did. On his next trip he hissed, feeling a bead of pre leak from the tip of his cock, "God I love this..."

"Not the only one," Ray told the lion, keeping his paws on Calvin's hips while they danced a very private, intimate dance. Their hips worked as a single unit--their entire bodies acted as such. When he pulled back the lion moaned his name, and he would moan it back when he pushed in. The lion's arms soon wrapped around him more snugly and he gave a soft groan as claws dug into his back.

Calvin chuckled happily as he continued the slow up and down motion. His cock was more than hard and he was already imagining just how he would feel in a few minutes time. It always built, and right now he felt great--so soon it would be unbearable. He increased his pace, smiling at the wolf and kissing him on the nose, "Want you real bad tonight,"

Ray moaned in reply. He increased his own pace, soon having a medium pace as he thrust in and out of his lover--both moaning and groaning at the same rate now. He moved his paw up and down the lion's body. Most often he let his splayed paw run over the white lion's chest, feeling the lush mane run between his fingers. He would kiss at the ruff at his lover's neck, the expanse at the lion's pecs, and anywhere his lips could find. One paw moved behind the lion, soon gripping onto the mane and holding him there as he dove in for a kiss. He brought their bodies together roughly, leaving no space for them and feeling the spiny lion's cock begin rubbing between their stomachs.

"Ohhh...yes...ahh...Mmmhmm. Mmm...mmmmmm," Calvin purred into the wolf's muzzle, enjoying their kiss as his cock throbbed in ecstasy between his belly and the wolf's. It would only be a matter of time--lion's were built for speed, not endurance. Of course, over the years of 'practice' he'd come to be able to match his mate sometimes in bed, at least in time it took him to orgasm. Still, unlike the wolf, he could always go back for thirds, fourths, fifths, and much more--a number the wolf's muzzle and ass knew very well no doubt. His hips faltered for a moment and he slammed himself down, giving a strange mewl into the wolf's muzzle. He repeated the sound, as if to communicate a desire he couldn't quite name but that both knew well enough.

Ray moaned into the lion's muzzle in reply, altering his thrust to shorter, sweeter ones. He felt the lion's tail curl around one of his legs, a sign that things would only get faster from here, and Ray growled into the feline's muzzle. When Calvin mewled again, he just growled louder, gripping more roughly at the mane in his paw and holding the big cat to his kiss for as long as Calvin would allow himself to be controlled. It got to where his lover was grunting with every hit, and their kiss soon ended, but not without the lion whispering just how amazing it was. And it was amazing. Ray gave a happy groan of pleasure, beginning to increase his pace. Soon enough they had the first percussion to their dance--the sound of his orbs slapping against the lion's rump on each thrusts.

Soon both were breathing roughly as their dance increased in fervor. Calvin kept his arms wrapped around his lover's neck and body, digging into the skin with his claws while he held onto the wolf. He wasn't satisfied with just Ray's thrust though. His own hips moved to a synergistic movement--up and down, sometimes rolling them to better meet his wolf on the next hit. He lifted himself happily on and off the thick tool--not bothering to hide the moans Ray was able to grasp from him, and certainly not ignoring the wolf's own reactions as he chewed on his neck. He let his head fall back, releasing a moan of happiness and pleasure, as well as exposing his neck for the opportunistic wolf--giving a slight grunt as teeth fell over his neck.

Ray growled and let out a small grunt when one of the lion's claws raked down his back--slipping a few inches and making them both grunt in pleasure. In reply he bit down more roughly the next time he visited his mate's neck.

Neither could last for long. Not without slowing down--which was not an option. Ray found himself laying into the lion as quickly as he could manage while not losing pace, while the lion replied in turn with eager thrusts from his hips. From the moans and mewls from the feline he knew he was getting closer--that it would only be a matter of time.

There was a small groan of regret from the bed as they began to truly get into their rutting pattern; with the feline beginning to rock himself roughly over his lover's cock. A smile was plastered over his features as he rode through the waves of pleasure, happy to know he was giving just as much pleasure to the canine.

"Mine..." Ray mumbled thoughtlessly next to the lion's ear, saying what he felt--because the lion was his--his and his alone. His to breed, his to love, his to submit to, his to please, his to jump, his to dominate, his to let take him over, his to lift his tail for, his to moan for, to growl for, to howl for, and most importantly, his to keep.

"Yes...that's right--show me what an alpha can do--put me in my place," Calvin said breathlessly, basically jumping up and down quickly on the wolf's cock that was pulverizing his prostate to a pleasured pulp. Between his slightly pudgy stomach and the wolf's abs his cock had leaked a small stream of pre between them. It made for a smoother ride for his own member stuck between their bellies, and he moaned again.

"Gonna! Tie you!" Ray grunted, beginning to finish the race as he placed his paws upon the lion's hips and slammed him down onto him, getting a roar of mixed pain and pleasure from his mate. He gripped the lion's shoulder with his jaw and let Calvin ride him for a few more moments before trying again, getting another roar, this one much happier.

"Not gonna last an--Ohh...Oh...ooooo--oh!" Calvin moaned, having been lifted up and then slammed back down onto his mate's cock, feeling the knot pop past his muscle and his own member beginning the throb violently. Their arms tightened like vices about one another as he thrust against his mate's black fur and the wolf bucked erratically up into him. A moan escaped him and he felt the first mutual shot--wolf cum coating his insides and his own seed splattering the furs between them. He groaned as his shoulder was released, but that sounds was lost as the wolf howled happily in his ear.

Ray howled out his release, and in the small space felt something splash against his chin. He pulled back, feeling the lion's muscle hold him inside before surging his hips forward, getting a grunt of pleasure from his lion. The scent of sex was just as pungent and amazing as it always was, just serving as even more incentive to breed the happy lion. He gave a few more shots into his lover, before simply bucking into the lion and keeping himself firmly planted.

Next to his ear he could make out the sound of Calvin purring, and he stroked over the lion's back; trying to regain his own breath. The occasional pulse of pleasure still hit him, causing his hips to tense as a bit more wolf cum leaked into the lion--not that the big cat minded at all. After a minute had passed he leaned over and kissed his mate gently on the cheek, "That was good...thanks Hun..."

Calvin looked over at the wolf and smirked. Leaning forward he licked away his cum from his mate's chin, gathering it on his tongue. Before he could do anything the wolf's lips latched onto his own and his mate thrust roughly up into him, causing him the grunt.

Ray pulled back from the kiss, his lips messy with the lion's cum but otherwise letting it slide down into his stomach. He smirked at his scowling mate and nuzzled him, "Sorry...but that was mine,"

"You always steal the good treats," Calvin said, knowing the wolf was enjoying the scent of himself on both their tongues now. He licked his mate on the nose and chuckled, "But I got my bone...so I'm pretty happy,"

Ray chuckled lightly and stroked through his mate's mane--which was wet and stick with lion cum, much like his own chest. He rubbed the scent into both their chests; it a bit more visible in his own fur than his mate's. There was a certain extra bit of eroticism to the lion sitting up on his member, even if it was quite the regular sight. He smirked up at his lover, "I love you you know,"

"I know," Calvin said, moving his paw and caressing the wolf's neck for a few moments. He leaned down briefly and kissed the wolf, "And I love you too,"

"You're just buttering me up for later aren't you?"

"Maybe..."

"But?" Ray asked with a grin.

"So...ready for the movies?" Calvin asked, smiling from his throne. Sure, maybe his throne was the wolf's member that was firmly planted in him, but that was still quite the throne. He let his paws play through his lover's chest fur, further rubbing in his scent and ensuring that it would take a long shower the next morning for them to be able to go outside without reeking of sex. Of course, tomorrow they were taking off--after all, they were going to be up all night watching movies--among other things. The sex had been nice, but their yearly horror movie marathon tradition was by far better--at least in an intimate manner.

"I am...but you're not...come-on...twist a bit," Ray told the lion.

"Ok...ju--Just...Oh,"

"God...that's good--Uh," Ray groaned, always feeling that the big cat moving to a cuddling position was quite a teasing act.

"I kno--Know! Ugh...O--...OK...--Good!" Calvin grunted, before finally plopping down onto his mate and letting out a sigh. It was quite the trick to twist around while not causing discomfort for either of them with the knot still so large, but years of practice had given them both the skills to be able to move perfectly with the other. The wolf rolled them over onto their side, where the TV was on the opposite side of the room. There was the gentle click next to his ear--followed by the ear shattering scream of Foxy Furisona; the world's renowned slasher female. She had a set of lungs...

"Candy bar?" Ray asked, waving a half bitten into chocolate bar in his mate's face.

"You bit off of it,"

"Afraid of cooties?"

"Heh...as if," Calvin said, taking the treat and giving it a wet lick before biting into it. He let his free paw splay over the wolf's hip and he nestled back into his mate, "Now...be quiet...this is the part where she........."

"Wait for it..." Ray continued for his mate.

"And...."

"Right...."

"About..."

"Now!"

"Oh!" Both furs groaned together as a shower of blood rained down on the TV--both smiling nonetheless and happy to have each other for a night of treats, gore, and tricks.

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