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HALLOWEEN IS CUMMING

Night was quickly coming on, the autumn leaves were drifting down from the trees and skittering on the streets as if they were being carried by so many ghosts, and the flickering light of a few jack-o-lanterns could be seen on many a doorstep. And although cries of "Trick or Treat!" rang out in front of many doors, the front steps of the Murphy house were dark - and inside, dark, insidious acts were being pondered, even as one of the servants of darkness called out to his mate,

"Hey, babe? Which set of ass beads do you think I should bring, the ones shaped like pumpkins, or the ones that look like little ghosts?"

The she-wolf turned to her boyfriend, her features momentarily cross, and her hands covered in a greenish powder that was smeared into the grey fur on her breasts. "Little busy here, in case you didn't notice," she grunted, wiggling her green fingers at him. "Tell me again why I bothered with this powder?"

The snow leopard held up a string each of the beads. "Because you're a total individual who wants to stand out from all the other women that'll be at the party that are also dressed as witches?" he rumbled. "And seriously, which ones?"

The wolf rolled her eyes at him, then went back to powdering her boobs. "The pumpkins, of course. The ghosts are cute, but they have irregular bottom edges for the sheet effect, and that could cause some, uhh... discomfort, coming back out."

"Aww! Do you really think so?" the cat murmured, his ears splaying as he looked at the ghosts, crestfallen. "Okay, but I really, really love yelling BOO each time one pops out of someone's rim." The wolf grinned at her reflection in the mirror. "Your brain is seriously broken, hon, but it's broken in the most artful way." Then she frowned slowly as she began to dust the powder on her arms and legs. "Gonna need your help getting my back covered," she grunted, as she stopped over to cover her ankles, as well. "Geez, this is a lotta work - I sure hope this powder works the way the package said it would. All this, just to stand out," she muttered.

The snowcat dutifully stepped into the tub with her to help her cover her back in the powder, even as he nodded in agreement. "Stays dry and doesn't rub off on furniture as long as you don't swim in it, right?" He looked at the other jar that came in the package with the powder and picked it up, scanning the directions. "Hmm. And to get it off, you're supposed to rub this glop all over you, towel it off, then the rest should come off in the shower. Well. As your boyfriend and live-in sex slave, I reserve the right to use it as lube and make sure none of it gets into your cooch or your pucker. And you will stand out! You'll be the sexiest sexy witch in the place."

The wolf peered down at her full hips, then planted a kiss onto his nose that, she was pleased to see, did not result with his nosepad having a green blotch on it. "Not just ANY sexy witch," she corrected him with a toothy grin. "A sexy, big-titted, cum-gargling, pussy-licking, cock-devouring, satan-rimming, horny slut of a witch! Geez, you'd think they'd put that as the description for the costume."

"I'm not sure all that would fit on the front of the package."

"Semantics," she muttered. She swatted his ass firmly enough to make him yelp. "Thanks. Now I just have to get the costume on, and I can do that myself. Hurry up and get yours on."

The cat chuckled. "What costume? It's almost nothing but the cape, the wig, and the bikini underwear."

"Dandy. Then get 'em on, I wanna see what the whole thing looks like. Oh, and grab a pair of my black sweats out of the dresser, would you, please? There's no way we're gonna be able to step out of the house wearing just the costumes," she called. Donning a snug translucent miniskirt that showed off the black lace panties with the green bat design that covered the crotch, she then pulled on a purple and black tube top that emphasized her 34 C's nicely, only just barely covering her nipples. "Are you gonna fuck, or fist Danny Tanaka?"

"Uhm...BOTH! Like, duh," her boyfriend called as he got dressed. "Oh, that reminds me - Marsha said she was gonna bring that canid dildo, so I wanna get a few pics of you with it strapped on and knot-fucking him."

She laughed. "I have never met a panda who is so zen about what his asshole is used for," she called back. "I've seen people use his rim as a beer cozy, to hold dildoes...during that blackout party, someone got the idea to stick a glow-in-the-dark fleshlight in that thing to act as a light source, and he stayed in one spot with his ass in the air for over four hours, just happy as he could be. You'd have thought he'd won the lottery."

"Well, y'know...if a guy absolutely lives for letting his hole get just plain used, you gotta give him credit for following his passion. I told him once that if it weren't for the unfortunate color scheme, he could rent his hole out as a dessert fondue pot, and I heard he was experimenting with dribbling maple-flavored frosting over his glutes." He paused, then called, "Okay, I'm ready. Wanna see?"

"Yes! Get your sexy rosette-dappled buns in here."

The cat stepped into the doorway of the bathroom, black shiny cape drawn up to his nosepad and draping over the rest of his body, before he flung his arms open wide in a dramatic gesture. The formal white dress shirt with ruffles, red cummerbund, and snug red PVC briefs that outlined his cock firmly lay underneath, and a long black wig with distinguished streaks of grey in it covered his head, with a small plastic monacle covering one eye. He hissed playfully, baring fangs that were longer than normal. "Blaaah! I vant to suck your ejaculate!" he cried, in a hilariously overdone accent.

The she-wolf turned around, took one look, and cracked up laughing, even as she came over to pat his chest and give his cock a little wiggle through his briefs. "Holy shit, look at you! My very own sexy Transylvanian cum-pire," she snickered. "You should've worn some of my lingerie, then you could've been a Transvestylvanian cumpire."

He shrugged. "Eh. I look good in your panties, but I look dumb in a bra, and my tits aren't as gorgeous as yours. But I do take pride in my cunnilingus and cocksucking abilities. Even Dumpster gave me the two-hoofs-up seal of approval," he teased, knowing how much it got on her nerves when he brought up her ex.

"Hmfph. Dumpster liked almost anyone who'd suck him off, probably because he was such a lout, not too many people wanted to," she snorted, purposefully shoving a finger down into her boyfriend's asscrack and wiggling it firmly enough to make him hitch up on the balls of his feet, for a moment. "He was distinctively charm-free, and the novelty of his porn-star-sized dick wore off extremely quick."

"Yeah," he mused. "He was a boor of a boar, all right, and he had no technique with that thing - but I gotta say, when he grudge-fucked me, he made me see stars." He paused, rubbing his whiskers thoughtfully. "Or maybe that was the hit of ecstasy I took beforehand. I'm getting too fucking old to do the club drugs, anymore." He paused, then gave her a thoughtful look. "You did tell me, though, that when he wasn't drunk and was really feeling his groove, he was incredible."

She shrugged. "He could be, yeah - but those times were way too few and far between. Besides - believe it or not, a big dick isn't everything. A gal likes a guy who can make her laugh, and treat her like a princess, sometimes."

"Really?" he smirked, looking surprised. "Women aren't obsessed over big cocks? Geez, I'd make a lousy woman," he said, his tail lashing behind him. "But if you ever wanted me to, babe, I'd give the lesbian lifestyle a try. I'm just that committed to your pleasure."

"See?" she smiled, as she prodded him lightly. "That, right there. That goof-assed humor. That's one of the many reasons why I love you."

He pressed a kiss to her nose and muzzle, hands clasped behind his back. "That, and I'm pretty much a complete man-whore," he added.

"Well, yeah! A girl's gotta have her standards!" She peered at the fangs more closely. "Those come with the costume? They look good."

"Fang-k you very much," he smirked. "Speaking of, check the camera before we go. I want you to get a pic of me in full bukkake mode with my head propped on the jack-o-lantern, all drippy with spunk."

"Oh, definitely! Hey, do you think I should get that candy-apple-flavored stuff to smear on my tits? It seemed to be a big hit last ye-"

Her words were interrupted by a series of loud knocks on the front door. Her ears perked sharply, and so did his, as the pair stared at one another in surprise.

"Thought you left the front light off," he said.

"I did! And I even took down the Halloween decorations so the kids wouldn't think we were home or participating," she replied, looking puzzled. "Were you expecting anybody?"

"Unh-uh. You?"

She shook her head, then frowned as the doorbell rang. "Shit. Well, we could just wait for 'em to leave,I guess. Probably just kids."

The snow leopard bit his bottom lip. "That....or a mask-wearing, unstoppable serial killer who murders anyone who's getting stoned or having sex. Damn, I hope he isn't going to the same orgy we're going to. Everyone getting butchered would really kill the mood."

"Well, if he's got a big dick, we can always tranq him up, shoot his cock up with Viagra, and chain him to the wall at Steffi's house and let everyone use him as a living butt-plug." The doorbell rang again, and she growled softly, looking genuinely concerned. "Fuck. Whoever it is, they're being awfully persistent."

The cat peered towards the bedroom doorway, then gathered his cloak around himself. "Don't worry about it, I'll go tell 'em to go away. I got the supplies and bondage stuff laying on the bed next to the gym bag, pack it all up and meet me downstairs, would you, please?"

"Okay. Hey-" she called after him. "Be careful, alright?"

The cat paused in the doorway and looked back at her, picking up on the concern in her voice. "Sweetness, it's nothing, I promise," he rumbled. "Probably kids playing a prank, or something. Nothing to be worried about."

The feline went downstairs and was halfway to the door when another knock came, and he felt his brows furrow and a low snarl of agitation build in his throat. He stepped to the living room window and parted the blinds slightly so he could see the front porch, and noticed that there was no one there. Puzzled, he stepped around to the dining room and looked again, to see if anyone was running around the side of the house. Still nothing. He listened quietly, whiskers twitching nervously, then went to the door and flipped on the porch light, listening again.

"Hello?" he finally called. "Anyone out there? Listen, if you're trick-or-treaters, we don't have any candy. We're Mormon Tabernacle Jesuits, and all we give out are pamphlets and dollops of liver and onion hotdish."

"Babe, we're trying to encourage them to go away, not egg the house," the wolf called.

Another knock came on the door, and the cat unlocked it quickly and flung it open. He took a step outside and looked all around the porch, then gasped as a gust of wind blew several leaves up the steps and around his feet. He went to both sides of the porch and checked both sides of the house, then came back inside and shut the door. The snowcat scratched his head and was about to go back up the stairs when he saw something sitting on the floor between him and the stairwell. He switched on the overhead light, then stared at the object. It appeared to be a large white placard board with folding paper sheets, similar to what a restaurant or business might set outside their main entrance to announce sales or menu items.

"What the...? How the hell did that get in here?" he muttered. "Babe? Did you put this placard thingy in the living room?"

"What?" she called. "Placard? What are you talking about?" She paused, then called, "Was there anyone outside?"

"Nobody that I could see," he replied. He peered at the placard stand again, and moved towards it to pick it up, when the sheet on the back flipped up into the air, then over by itself, making him jump. The words "HAPPY HALLOWEEN" were written there in big bold letters.

The cat's whiskers twitched, and he froze in mid-step. There was a pause, then the top sheet flipped over, again, and more words appeared:

"GOOD EVENING, SIR. JUDGING FROM YOUR ATTIRE AND DEMEANOR - YOU APPEAR TO BE A GENTLEMAN OF DISCRIMINATING TASTES IN WELL-MADE BONDAGE GOODS, INTIMATE ADULT TOYS AND NOVELTIES, AND PLEASURE GEAR."

The snow leopard felt the hackles on his neck start to rise, and he took a step backwards. "Babe?" he yelled. "Get down here. Something really fucking weird is going on."

The she-wolf came down the stairs immediately, her features ashen. "What? What is it?" She paused, peering down at the placard between her and him. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at it.

"That's what I'd like to know," he breathed, looking at it with suspicion. "When I came back inside, it was just sitting there, and then the pages started folding over by themselves. And look, look here at this side - there's writing on it."

She stepped around it to stand next to him, and she read the words silently, then looked surprised. "Well. If we're being home-invaded by someone, I have to give them props on their accuracy in judging your character."

"Dammit, this isn't funny!" he muttered, scowling darkly at the sign. "If you didn't put it there, and I didn't put it there, then someone else must be in the damned house." He eyed the purse that his girlfriend had in her hand, and pointed at it. "Your smartphone in there?" She nodded, and he gestured for it. "Give it here. I'm calling the police."

The wolf looked even more startled, but immediately opened her purse and handed it over. Just as the feline was dialing, the paper on the sign flipped over again:

"NO NEED TO INVOLVE THE AUTHORITIES, SIR. WE AT PARANORMAL PLAYTHINGS ARE HERE TO BETTER SERVICE YOUR NEEDS, NOT CAUSE TROUBLE. IF OUR PRODUCTS AND SERVICES DO NOT MEET WITH YOUR LIKING, WE WILL DEPART AND LEAVE YOU TO YOUR EVENING"

The paper flipped again, and more words came, this time writing themselves out on the board as the pair watched:

"BUT FIRST - ISN'T IT ONLY FAIR TO LET US GIVE YOU A DEMONSTRATION? YOUR LADYFRIEND MIGHT ENJOY WHAT WE HAVE TO OFFER, TOO"

The wolf let out a low growl of her own, her ears slowly flattening as she clasped her boyfriend's elbow firmly. "Holy shit, did you see that?" she gasped. "The words appeared by themselves!"

"I saw," the cat said, his teeth clenched as the fur on the back of his neck rose even more. "I saw, and I'm getting righteously freaked out." He continued to dial, then jumped as something appeared on the end table nearest to him. "Damn it! Where'd THAT come from?"

The wolf continued to look cautiously at the sign out of the corner of her eyes, but curiosity got the better of her at last. She leaned over to peer at the object, then picked it up to examine it closer. It appeared to be a set of decorative clamps, fairly large and round but with puckered pads underneath them, both attached to a central cord that went down about six feet to plug into a black cylindrical device with a puckered end sticking out of it, the girth a little smaller than a personal flashlight. After a moment, the wolf noticed that the puckered end was vaguely shaped like the head of a penis. "More to the point, what the hell is it?" she muttered.

The pair jumped again as the paper flipped over on the signboard, and more writing appeared:

"SO GLAD YOU ASKED, MADAM! MEET THE ULTIMATE IN ORAL-SIMULATED PLEASURE, WE CALL IT "THRICE AS NICE". THE CLAMP ENDS ARE TO BE USED LIKE TRADITIONAL NIPPLE CLAMPS, WHILE THE BLUNT OBJECT AT THE OTHER END MAY BE INSERTED INTO YOUR POSTERIOR. TRY IT! WE THINK YOU'LL BE PLEASANTLY SURPRISED"

This time, the cat let out a low growl of his own, and he gave the wolf's arm a tug. "All right, that tears it. Let's get the fuck out of here. I can call the cops from outside, or from Terry's house, next door."

"Wait," the wolf muttered, looking the device over thoroughly. "You know, call me crazy, but...this really looks like what they said it is." She paused, then looked at the placard, then back at him. "What harm could there be in trying it out?"

The cat blinked once, his features stern. "All right, you're crazy," he grunted. "Babe. Words writing... THEMSELVES," he said loudly, pointing at the placard. "Weird shit coming out of thin air! Lookit, I like weird phenomena and scary movies every bit as much as the next guy, but I don't like them happening to me for real!"

She nodded once, firmly, and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "All right, granted, yes, I'm a little wigged-out, too - but if whoever they are are really in here, they could've maimed or killed us both, by now," she pointed out. "But they haven't. Maybe they're up to no good, but they said they aren't," she added, pointing to the signboard again. "And while I don't know how comfortable I am with their methods, even you have to admit, it's one hell of an original advertising campaign."

"Hmfh. Yeah, if you like your salesman being the equivalent of a Ouija board," he muttered, looking unconvinced.

Again, the paper flipped, and more words followed:

"PERHAPS ANOTHER ITEM SAMPLING IS IN ORDER - SOMETHING A BIT MORE RELAXING TO SHOW YOU THAT WE ARE HERE IN GOOD FAITH"

The cat's head whipped back to the board, and his ears flattened. "What do you mean?" he growled.

Another object appeared on the table, this time a small pink glass bottle with a white cap. Decorative flowers and fairies were etched onto the sides of it, and the feline cautiously picked it up and read the label. "Huh. 'Ethereal Vapor'. What the hell do you mean by that?" he grunted, eyeing the board.

SNIFF IT, SIR. YOU SHOULD RECOGNIZE WHAT IT IS FAIRLY QUICKLY.

The wolf lifted an eyebrow, then looked at the bottle, then at her boyfriend. "Well?"

"No freaking way! I'm not gonna sniff this stuff, I don't even know what the hell it is!" he grunted.

The she-wolf shrugged, then reached for the bottle. "All right, then, give it here. I'll try it."

"Nothing doing!" he roared, jerking the bottle out of her reach. "We have no idea what the stuff is!"

IT'S PERFECTLY HARMLESS, WE ASSURE YOU. PLEASE, TRY IT AND THE DEVICE. IF YOU DON'T ENJOY THEM, WE WILL LEAVE AND NEVER BOTHER YOU AGAIN.

"The hell we will! I don't give a shit WHO you people or things are, get out of our house right fucking now!" the cat yelled, peering all around the living room, ears flattened against his skull and fangs bared.

The she-wolf gave him a slightly detached look, then sighed and set down her purse and the gym bag of bondage goods at her feet, pulling out a bottle of lubricant from the latter. She proceeded to lube up the blunt end of the nipple clamp device, then tugged her miniskirt down and off, and pulled her panties down in back enough to lube up her ass. The cat looked at his boyfriend as if she'd lost her mind.

"Honey, I feel the same way, trust me," she murmured, as she tugged her top down enough to expose her nipples, then affixed the clamps onto them. "But let's face it, it's kinda hard to evict someone if you can't even see th-...Ooh." She gasped softly, then widened her eyes, shivering a bit as she stared down at the clamps. "Wow, that's...that's weird."

"What?" the cat demanded.

The wolf licked her muzzle slowly, then blinked. "It's...I mean...wow. I'm...not sure if I believe what I'm feeling, but...those little pucker-pad thingies on my nips? They feel...wet. Feels like my tits are being sucked on. OOH!" She gasped, and hitched up on her toes a little, gripping her boyfriend's arm. "S-something...just brushed over my left nipple that felt like a tongue. Like a little, wet tongue!"

The cat watched her carefully, his muzzle gaping open. "Bullshit," he grunted.

"No! I'm serious!" she said, grinning slowly. "Fuck. Skilled little lickers, too. Feels pretty damned nice," she grunted, her eyes lidding just a little. Grasping the bottom of the blunt end of the device, she pressed the rounded end to her rim, then slowly worked it in, the lube squishing softly. She licked her lips nervously, then her body jerked and she gripped the cat's arm again as she gasped, "There's...there's something coming out of the blunt thing, too...! Another...t-tongue thing... fuck, it's....it feels like I'm getting rimmed."

The snowcat stared at her with open mouth, not knowing what to say. The she-wolf let go of his arm and put her hand up against the wall, then her pelvis jutted forward sharply once, then again, the wolf gasping firmly and letting out a low groan of pleasure. The cat tugged one of the nipple clamps off her right tit and peered at the bottom of it, then his eyes widened as he saw the pad undulating and moving, the small opening there puckering and then getting bigger, alternating in size.

"All right, what kinda fucked-up alien tech-shit is this?" he muttered.

By this time, the she-wolf had wrangled the bottle away from the cat's hand, and by the time he realized what she'd done, she had the cap unscrewed and was taking a heavy huff of the stuff. The feline gasped and tried to grab the bottle back from her, but it was too late - she'd already inhaled, and her eyes widened, then almost crossed, and she let out a giggle, her face slipping into a dreamy expression. She handed the bottle back to him, but it took her a few tries to actually press it into one of his hands.

"Oh, man...fuck, babe, you gotta try that out," she moaned. "The sign thing was right, you'll know what it is."

The cat frowned, peering from the sign, to his obviously turned-on girlfriend, then back again, and finally, down at the bottle. He debated with himself internally, but after a few more moments of watching his girlfriend writhe in a near state of euphoria, his innate sense of feline curiosity was getting the better of him. Gingerly, he opened the bottle, and even more gingerly, lifted it to his nostrils. He gave his girlfriend a dubious look, but she just nodded, flashing him a toothy grin and beckoning him to go ahead with her hand. Slowly, he finally took a sniff, and his own eyes widened big-time.

"Woo! Whoa. That's...damn. That's...quite the head rush," he muttered, his head shaking a little, and then a bit of a loopy smile of his own slipping onto his features for a moment.

"Well?" his girlfriend smirked. "Know what it is, now?"

The cat rubbed his forehead a bit, then held the bottle up, staring at it in wonder. "Poppers! Only... damn. The chemical smell isn't nearly as extreme, it's almost..." He frowned, trying to come up with the words as he looked at her. "Flowery? Yeah, it's...it's like poppers made out of some kind of potent orchid, or something. Perfume that gives you a high."

"Gimmee another hit," the she-wolf groaned, as she grabbed the bottle away from him again. She took another heaping snort from it, then leaned a hand against the wall, the soft wet sounds of suction on her nipples, and her pubes dampening with her natural arousal. "Mmmm.... Fuck. Between the fumes and this thing working my inner ass and tits, my gash is seriously wanting to gush," she rumbled, a loopy grin on her features as her pelvis nudged needfully back against the rod of the device that was slid up her ass.

The cat grinned wildly as he watched all this, and he swiveled towards the placard. "Okay! All right! I'm convinced!" he panted breathlessly. "Got anything for me? For assplay! Or to use my mouth on!"

HOW ABOUT TO LET YOUR MOUTH GET USED?

The snow leopard's tail lashed madly. "That'll work!" he nearly yelled.

There was a brief and small flash of light, and something fell to the floor at the feline's feet. He picked it up and looked it over, the device looking a bit like a dual-beer cozy placed on a helmet, similar to a beer novelty holder that a sports fan might wear to a big game - only the helmet also had a muzzle-like mouthpiece, from which was dangling a black object that vaguely resembled an undersized dog penis. The snow leopard looked underwhelmed.

"Uhhh...okaaaay," he rumbled, staring blankly at it. "It's...got a fake penis on it, but it isn't exactly porn-star-sized," he noted.

LUBE IT UP AND PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH.

The feline stared at the placard skeptically, but the wolf motioned a hand at him in an encouraging motion, even as she flopped onto the living room couch on her side, one leg flopping up over the backrest as she plunged a finger into her pussy and began to diddle her cunt slowly. "Mmmfh....fuck, honey, do it! This feels incredible," she groaned. "U-..use some of my candy apple lubricant. It's delish."

The cat watched his girlfriend getting more and more turned-on, and decided he didn't have anything to lose. Rummaging in the duffel bag, he found the lube in question and rubbed some of it on the miniature dog penis, then planted the helmet on his head firmly, and popped the penis-gag into his muzzle. He crossed his arms over his chest and felt idiotic, his tongue idly flicking over the penis plug, which immediately began to grow larger in his muzzle. The cat stood up more stiffly, eyes widening as he felt the thing in his mouth grow to six inches in length, increasing in girth, then felt the glans bulge out slightly larger, rounding more in his mouth but with the tip of it remaining a firm, wet, flexible nozzle. The mouthpiece began to pulse firmly in time with the cat's heartbeat, and the penis plug, now an intimidating ten inches long as it started to nudge against the cat's tonsils, began to seep a yellowish fluid that seeped out of the beer can-like canisters on top of the helmet. In spite of her blissed-out state, the wolf watched all this with interest, staring agape as her boyfriend began to grunt against the mouthpiece, cheekruffs flaring as a slight gagging noise came from his throat. She could see his throat beginning to distend with the shape of the plug, which could now easily be called a dildo, and it began to squish wetly in and out of his maw.

"What the...! Honey, are you okay?" she gasped, sitting upright on the rod piece still jammed up her posterior. This made it push in deeper, and undercut the effectiveness of the concern in her voice as she let out a deep groan and fell back onto the couch. The feline staggered a bit, but then gestured both hands at her and shook his head, a deep and muffled groan emitting around the dildo in muffled fashion as he sank down to his haunches, his own cock firming up to poke out of his briefs, leaking a thick dribbling of his pre onto the floor. The feline nursed on the dildo for several minutes before he finally popped it out of his mouth, having to use both hands to do so, and actually struggling with it as it thumped, smacked, and nudged against his lips, clearly trying to push its way back into his muzzle.

"Gods...! It's...it's leaking beer into my mouth! Like...seriously good beer, too. Imported shit. I-it's like some kinda demon with a sin-black penis that is into some fucked-up kinda watersports is pissing a frothy mix of his jizz and some Guiness down my throat, only this is the stuff that the Brits only pull out from under the counter after all the tourists leave!" he gushed.

The she-wolf let out a sigh of relief, and she watched her boyfriend suck the faux demon penis back into his mouth, the hoses on top of the helmet surging with more beer-cum as he nursed on the dildo plug hungrily. The paper on the placard rustled a bit, then more words began to scrawl themselves on it.

ENJOYING OUR PRODUCTS, ARE WE?

The cat grunted and nodded wildly, and the wolf's fingers were wet with her cunt juice. "Y-yes! Fuck, YES!" she cried. "D-do you have a catalog? Can we order online, or can you take our credit card now and j-just...give us one of everything?"

OH, WE CAN DO MUCH, MUCH BETTER THAN THAT. YOU HAVEN'T TRIED OUR PERSONALIZED SERVICES, REMEMBER.

The pair exchanged glances, then peered back at the placard. There was a pause, then the wolf let out a gasp and a squeal of surprise as something pressed against one of her breasts. Her fur and flesh began to indent in the distinct impression of a hand - or perhaps a claw. The fingers of it roamed over her fur and squeezed her breast firmly, then trapped her nipple and squeezed it warmly.

THEY'RE CUSTOMIZED TO THE INDIVIDUAL. I THINK YOU'LL FIND THAT WE'RE QUITE, QUITE THOROUGH

The cat began to sputter around the fake penis, and he tugged it out of his mouth and nearly ripped the helmet off as he peered anxiously at his girlfriend's breast. "Uhhh....babe...?" he said anxiously.

She nodded tightly, a low growl sliding out of her mouth as she peered down at the invisible but still palpable hand on her boob. "It's...it's really there," she said, in a low, sweeping, singsong voice that was just shy of panicked. "I can feel it....it's trying to get my nipple erect..."

The cat stood up and moved towards her, only to stop short and nearly stagger backwards, letting out a surprised yell and snarl of his own, even as something wiggled his cock firmly in midair in a manner that his sphincter muscles couldn't. There was a slurping sound, and wetness began to spread down the cat's penis all the way to the hilt. "FUH-FUCK!" he hissed. He let out another gasp, and a spurt of pre that should have landed on the floor instead took an odd angular shooting motion, then pooled in midair.

The wolf jerked on the couch, even as another hand pressed itself onto her other boob. "H-honey?!"

"C-can't move," he whispered hoarsely, his forehead dripping sweat. "There's....there's a mouth on my cock... A really wet one that's...gotaslimywetbigbrotherthatsnudgingupmyAAASSS!" he yelped, his midsection bowing forward even as a wet sound came from behind and under his tail, which jerked firmly upwards. "OOH! Ooh. Oh, damn...ohhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned, his eyes nearly sliding shut. "T-that mouth? It's...it's like....it's got lil' tentacles in it.... Shit, they're swirling around my cockhead, it's...it's like a mini-jacuzzi made just for my fuckin' prong! A-and...and that...that thing in my backdoor? D-definitely tentacle-like," he grunted. His features faltered, then his mouth widened slowly into a smirk, then a leering grin. "UNNFH... m-my rectum is discovering...that it likes...getting the kinda suckers up in it that got nothin' to do with Charms' Blow Pops," he gasped.

The she-wolf blinked, and she wasn't sure whether to scream, laugh, or express jealousy. In fact, she wasn't sure what to say; she was still alternating her gaze between her boyfriend and his slicked-up cock, the sounds of wet sucking and something else wet slipping into his ass, when a firm thump between her breasts again made her look wildly downward, where she and her boyfriend saw the outline of something long and thick smacked between her breasts as the clawed hands clasping them moved them closer around it. Girthy and long, she felt the nudge of something glistening and salty-warm tasting against her lips, then both of them heard a low, guttural groan coming out of midair from...something. They exchanged glances again, and once more, the paper on the placard rattled.

SAY THE WORD IF YOU WANT THE DEMONSTRATION OF OUR SERVICES TO CONTINUE...

The cat and wolf looked at one another again, and the sounds of the sucking and the boob-frotting paused. For a moment, the pair thought they could hear one another's heartbeats thumping through their chests, and the wind whistled outside for a moment. The snow leopard looked directly into his lover's eyes, and she in his. Her muzzle twitched, then her tongue flicked over the invisible cockhead nudging at her mouth, then again, earning an ethereal gasp from something overhead. The snowcat lifted a brow, and the she-wolf giggled.

"Salty," she murmured.

The cat paused, then grinned slowly. He wriggled his hips, his thick black cock slapping firmly back against his abs, then rumbled out low as he peered around the room, "The, uhh...tentacle thing's nice, but there better be one of those for my ass, too," he rumbled, pointing at the invisible cock between the she-wolf's tits. "And, uhh....she's got an intrauterine device..."

Things went quiet again, and the cat and wolf peered at each other anxiously, wondering if the pleasure would continue...or if they'd be ripped apart. The paper on the placard rustled again, and then...

THAT'LL DO.

The she-wolf got pushed backwards firmly against the couch, her boobs bobbling as the clawed hands popped the suction pads off her tits, then resumed playing with them, flicking her nubs into firm bullet points. Her head got tugged back as her muzzle got tugged open, and the cock that had been between her tits began to push its way into her maw, as her tongue slathered wetly over it.

"YEAH! Do it, baby! Glorph on that cock," the cat grinned wildly, his eyes wide and his grin leering as he fistpumped the air. The wet sound against his ass continued, and he let out a hotly-pleasured groan, even as his cock angled down towards the floor, the cat wobbling forward as something caught both his paws in midair and held him upwards and off at the floor at a tilted angle. He felt something else wet against his glans, then blinked.

"Hel-lo....what's this? Methinks this pussy feels a pussy," he grunted low, growling in lust as he felt the folds of invisible labia slowly nudging against his erect cock. He let out a deep, breathy sigh as he felt his cock get tugged into a warm, moist quim that he couldn't see, even as the tentacle-thing pushed ever deeper into his ass. He began to see-saw his hips lewdly, pushing to and fro and groaning in deep bliss as his dick got soaked once more in a different kind of body fluid.

The she-wolf's legs jerked hard as her panties got tugged down and off her legs, then her legs got lifted into the air as the damp, dark folds of her own cunt got exposed to the open air, widening and wetting down as something squished deep and slow into her snatch. Whether it was tongue or penis was hard to discern, but her eyes rolled back pleasurably in her head as her meaty-sounding groan got sporadically muffled by the cock nudging into her throat. Her ass began to rock to and fro on the couch as her mouth and bush got rampantly used, and the cat's hips began to lurch in an urgent up and down movement. His snarling yowls of arousal got progressively louder, until something finally picked up the helmet and plunked it back onto his head, and popped the thick dildo piece back into his mouth to shut him up.

The she-wolf coughed and gagged a bit as the cock pulled out of her mouth, then her hand got pulled into the air to wrap around the invisible member, her fingers pumping it firmly as spurts of pre landed wetly on her face and lips. "Mmmph.... GODS! Honey, no offense, but whoever this guy is, he's packing at least three inches more than you," she gushed, her teeth grinning wildly against the slick drizzling of pre that rained down on her muzzle.

The feline didn't respond because he couldn't, still gagged with demonic-dick-beer-dildo. He managed to hold up a thumb in unsteady approval, then he groaned tightly around the mouth plug as his ass began to hunch up into the air, and his warm-furred nuts began to smack and spank against something firmly as low gasps and tight groans of something feminine sounded off in tandem with the panting that came from above and against the she-wolf's pussy. The cock she was maturbating apparently moved down to her snatch, as she was tipped backward again and let out a snarling moan of pleasure as the head of it slipped into her folds, then began to push deep, her labia and vulva lips pushing inwards, then distending slightly outwards as the darkness of her inner snatch exposed itself, getting firmly worked by a thick penis.

The thing under the feline urged him onwards as he fucked it, the groans sounding feminine from it, though it was hard to tell. Regardless, the cat's thighs felt pressured by the feel of what could have been two legs against them, and his back fur dimpled in several spots in a pattern that could have been fingers. The she-wolf gasped and snarled in pleasure as her head thrashed back and forth in lust, and her boyfriend groaned louder as his thrusts became more desperate. Either no one noticed or cared as his eyes began to roll wildly above the dildo piece pulsing in his maw, but his thrusts became erratic, and his moans changed in pitch, as if in warning....then he arched his back firmly and hilted himself in the pussy under him, and thick spurts of his cum shot into an invisible uterus, pooling wetly...then vanishing into thin air. A low, satisfied moan echoed in midair in a manner that made the cat's and wolf's spines shudder. Sweating hotly, she grinned with glee, her ankles prodding the sides of her own invisible lover.

"Oh, no, he came already!" she laughed. "C'mon, Inviso-Dick...you're not gonna let a mortal beat you, are you?"

Apparently not. A hungry snarl rumbled into the air over her face, and her pussy began to palpitate faster as whoever or whatever was fucking her picked up the pace considerably. Her howls and moans of pleasure were abruptly muffled by two invisible things that took turns with her mouth and throat, and one of her tits gleamed wetly as something latched onto it and sucked it hard. Low snarls of building pleasure continued to pant into the air above her, and when whatever it was finally busted its nut, it kept itself buried in her pussy for the first few bursts, then pulled messily out of her snatch and spurted the rest of it all over her fur, the stuff quite visible and pungent as it dappled her breasts and torso in messy, runny dribbles. The she-wolf busted out in a firm howl of release, only to have it muffled by something that began to hollow her cheeks out as it plunged in and out of her muzzle.

The she-wolf's arms flailed wildly as that something took her throat to task, and she pinwheeled her hands until she managed to push whatever it was off and away from her muzzle, holding up a finger to get it to pause. She took several ragged breaths, her hair hanging down over her face for a few moments as she tried to catch her breath, her boyfriend still grunting around the fake cock in his mouth as something continued to duke his ass out with slimy, wet, splattery sounds. The she-wolf rubbed some of the cum around her pussy lips lewdly around with her fingers, popped them into her mouth to suck them dry, then gave her lover a leering, amused grin as she pointed at him. "Mmm....such tasty otherworldly jizz! Pull that helmet off of him and fuck his mouth, then finish off in his ass. Make him into your leopard-shaped cum dumpster. And get that hot spunk-filled pussy over here on my face. It's my boyfriend's cum, so I got a right to suck it out."

There was a flurry of invisible movement as paranormal bodies exchanged places, and the she-wolf grinned hugely as she again felt her head tipped back, and a warm, cum-soaked pussy pushed against her face. She felt around for and carefully eased a finger into the ass rim of the being on her face, and a feminine gasp and low snarl of pleasure issued forth above her nose as that something ground its bush even more wetly down onto her muzzle.

The beings pulled the helmet and dildo plug out of the snow leopard's mouth, and he had just enough time to pant hard for a few seconds and yell, "Oh, you horny, evil, heinous bitch, I LOVE YOU!" Then his words were drowned out as a thick cock pushed itself firmly into his head, and he groaned in a muffled manner yet again as he felt that cock get pushed past his throat opening, muffling his face against a groin that smelled vaguely of scales. The thing fucked his mouth until it looked like his neck might snap, and the feline's hefty black cock hardened up again, bobbing wetly in midair and slinging drizzles of pre messily onto the floor as his head got rampantly skullfucked. Before too long, the mouth-fucking stopped, and he panted heatedly again, only to let out a strained and hotly-aroused yowl all over again when that same something pushed itself into his ass. More messy, brutal, ass-smacking thrusts ensued, and the she-wolf had managed to diddle herself into another orgasm, even as she felt and tasted her boyfriend's cum and the warm thickness of the invisible female thing's spunk sliding into her throat. The thing fucking her boyfriend pulled out of his ass in mid-climax, splattering ropes of thick cum over his back and against the back of his head, then it thumped its invisible cock harshly against his face, spattering his brow, nose, and whiskers with the gunk as his mouth opened wide, and his tongue wildly flicked all around, catching and scooping as much of the semen into his muzzle as it could, even as more rivulets of it dripped into his maw from his upper lip. The air filled with ghostly-sounding moans, sighs, and grunts that had nothing to do with fright, and the ethereal beings unceremoniously dumped the pair on their respective resting spots on the floor and couch as they slowly gathered their breath, and senses.

By the time the snow leopard and she-wolf had the strength and breath to move again and get shakily to their feet, the placard had risen into the air and drifted towards the door, which opened and let in a blast of cool air and several dead autumn leaves. The door slammed shut, and the cat and wolf stared at it for several moments, looking almost disappointed. The she-wolf pouted a little, then peered at her lover.

"Honey? Did we just get used by invisible sex demons?"

"Yes. And they didn't even leave us their goddamned phone number," he sulked, pouting along with her. "But hey, maybe they'll be back next Halloween. Maybe. If we have some kind of ritual sexual ceremony or sacrifice to summon them, or something. Know what I mean?"

She nodded grimly, her muzzle firm. "Yeah. I think I know exactly what you mean."

The pair stared at one another, then said in unison, "Pumpkin spice flavored asslube."

Meanwhile, a few blocks down the street, there was a shimmering of light, and then a lovely but demonic-featured vulpine succubus appeared out of thin air. She peered around, then sniffed, planting her hands on her hips. "Well. Damn. Didn't plan on her eating his jizz out of my cunt, but I wasn't about to turn down a good muff-dive." She dusted her nails on one hand with the fingers of the other, and smirked wide. "But you guys have to admit, I was right. Did I tell you, or did I tell you?"

There was another shimmer, and then a smaller, more squat creature appeared. It had a toad's features and two long tentacles for arms, and a penis with spines around the base of his glans that looked suspiciously like French Tickler nodules. It rolled its bulging eyes and let out a disgruntled-sounding croak. "Hmph. Well, I'M the one who hacked that bondage club's membership database that told us where they all live, and I didn't get my rocks off!"

The succubus laughed, and she patted his slimy head affectionately. "Don't sweat it, Ozzie. We're going to the orgy that those two were headed to next, so you'll have plenty more chances to spunk up someone's inner holes."

The hairy demon that appeared next looked a bit like a troll, and was as well-hung as one, except for his bright crimson color. He tugged back the thick foreskin on his cock so the cum trapped there could splatter messily to the ground, while the purple gargoyle that appeared next to him slaked his fingerclaws over his heavy meat and slurped some of the she-wolf's pussy juice off of them, rubbing his stomach in delight. The troll had a glittery garment bunched up in his big meaty fist, and he peered over at the succubus, flashing her a grin filled with intimidatingly sharp and uneven teeth.

"Okay. So, these invisible cloaks you made for us?" he grunted. "BEST. THINGS. EVER!"

The gargoyle nodded in agreement, his eyes narrowing. "For serious," he rumbled. "Great idea, Nerwyn! Damn, her dude's ass was almost as tight as her pussy. I oughta come back sometime and see if one or both of 'em wants a nice skyfuck. It's been ages since I've done that. I could do with a wet, hot, deep skyfuck..." he mused.

"Well, we've got the whole night ahead of us, and there are gonna be plenty of horny holes ready for the using at that party," the vixen said firmly, peering around at them all. "C'mon, let's go, we're wasting moonlight. Cloaks back on, gents. We don't want anyone to figure out that these aren't costumes."

She swept her cloak around herself again and vanished, and soon after, her trio of cohorts did the same. The wind blew, the leaves rustled....and three middle-school students that had filched candy from younger kids by bullying them out of it found themselves shoved to the ground and watching in amazement as their stolen candy levitated into the air, then disappeared, leaving them with nothing but their gaping mouths.