Trick or Treat
"Trick or Treat!" the happy cry echoed from around the neighbourhood, as the children knocked on doors and collected their goodies, all dressed up in some sort of costume. All were happy with their candy hauls, though none of them knew of the danger potentially lurking all around them. For though to them it was but Halloween, to people like Silv it was All Hallows Eve, the night where the world of the light and that of the dark collided for the briefest moments. This allowed dark spirits and monsters to slip into the world of the light to terrorize and kill.
That was Silv's purpose. Or rather, it was his purpose to stop those dark spirits and monsters, destroying them if necessary. Stepping silently down the dark street, the silver-haired wolf was cautious and alert. It was cold on this night, the wind itself almost bone chillingly so in a few places. The sky was darkened ever more by the storm clouds overhead, threatening to release their cargo and downpour across the city, ending the happy tradition of trick-or-treating, at least for a while.
Though the cold wind battered at his form, Silv wore nothing more than a thin, dark blue warrior's kimono. This was his official battle outfit; to wear anything more would be sacrilege against his clan's traditions. His bare footpaws pressed against the cold concrete, but they had to be bare. He used his footpaws almost like another sensory organ, able to feel even the slightest tremble in the ground around him. His golden eyes darted back and forth, trying to see the slight distortions of reality that would be the tell-tale signs of rifts into the world of the dark. His nose too was working overtime. Many of those monsters could not have been seen by the eyes, but his nose would pick them up with ease.
Of course, he wasn't unarmed. That would have been foolish, hunting these beasts without weapons. Strapped across his back was his ancestral katana, Rotunosaiga, one of the seven blades of heaven. On his left hip rested its partner, the wakizashi known as Teradaina. Together, these two blades were his daisho, like the samurai his clan had once been. But these blades weren't his only weapons. Silv could use his claws to quite the effect, if necessary. But when battling the forces of darkness, the magic of light was the strongest weapon. Silv, like all of his clan, was an accomplished auramancer, light-mage, as well as an accomplished healer and master of angelic magics. Long ago, the Valens clan had been gifted with the blood of the angels to help protect the world of the light. Now, Silv was the last member of that clan and the greatest of its members, for to him was passed the power of every member of his clan. He was their last hope.
For the last few years, Silv had done this every Halloween, patrolling the streets of his hometown, watching for demons and monsters. He had encountered rifts, but never the creatures of the world of the dark. It seemed like this year was no different than any other.
Smiling at a group of children running past, all dressed in costume, he suddenly caught the scent of a rift. The smell was unmistakable to someone like him; barely there, but it was the scent of brimstone, decaying flesh and morning dew. But the rift, like every other one he had ever encountered, was alone. It had no creatures nearby he could sense. Shaking his head, Silv mentally wondered if his efforts truly were futile. Looking up at the sound of a peal of thunder, Silv chuckled as the heavens opened up, the rain pounding down hard and suddenly. Breaking into a full run, he rushed for the nearest place of safe shelter he knew of, his training facility.
Nearly five minutes of running full tilt before he reached the small shack had Silv drenched to the bone. Stepping in out of the rain, he shook himself, trying to dry himself off quickly. As he reached for the light switch, a blade of lightning split the sky behind him, illuminating the small cabin. Silv stopped, for he had seen something cowering in the far corner. Wrapping his fingers around the handle of his katana, the silver wolf flicked on the light switch, pouncing forward on the creature, his tail shutting the door behind him.
The creature cowered beneath him, too scared to move. Slowly, Silv stepped back, allowing himself to get a better view of this creature. It's pink, gooey skin trembled in its fright, and it was curled up in a ball, trying to hide itself as well as it could.
"Who are you?" Silv questioned, replacing his katana in its sheath. Whatever this thing was, it was too scared to try and attack him. "Look, I'm sorry about pouncing on you. I thought you would be dangerous. Are you hurt?"
Looking up at Silv with its purely white eyes, the pink creature nodded its head, pointing to its shoulder. A small, but deep wound was there, slowly drooling a bluish-black ichor.
"Poor thing," Silv sighed, reaching out to touch the wound. The creature flinched away from his paw, but Silv smiled. "Please, I can make it better. You just have to trust me."
Hesitantly, the creature leaned forward slightly, allowing the wolf's paw to touch its wound. Almost immediately, a white glow surrounded both Silv's paw and the wound, as the flesh began to stitch itself back together.
"There, see? I told you I would make it better."
The creature nodded, looking up curiously at Silv. Tilting its head to the side, it struggled to stand up.
"Here, let me help," Silv smiled, before helping the creature stand on its feet. This let Silv get his first real look at it. It skin was pink and gooey, almost as though it was made of ooze. It stood a good head and a half shorter than him, with a petite frame. At first glance, no hair was noticeable, but Silv then noticed that its hair was made of the same material as its skin and was pulled back into a cute, girlish ponytail. It was a female, Silv noticed then, as he examined her closer. Her breasts were small, as though she was just budding. He could also see the small cleft in between her thighs, showing where her sex was.
"Oh, you must be cold, standing there naked," Silv blushed. "Would you like something to wear?"
Noting her confusion, Silv pointed to his own clothes, which were still soaking wet from the heavy rain. The creature shook her head, smiling softly at Silv. He could tell she was still nervous around him.
Slowly, she took a brave step forward, until she was right up against his chest. Nervously, she stretched up some, pressing her lips against Silv's in a tentative kiss. The wolf blinked in surprise, before he noticed a familiar scent. A scent he loved. The scent of a female in heat.
Pushing her back slightly, Silv looked down at her. "You're in heat??"
Nodding, she raised a single finger, signalling it was her first heat as well.
"So that's why you're so scared. It's your first heat, you're in a strange world and you're probably being hunted by a male. You poor thing. Do you have a name?"
Nodding, she pointed to herself, her skin rippling more as though she was using it to communicate her answer.
"Well, how about I just call you Pinky? It's cute and it suits you."
Pinky nodded, letting out a pixie-like giggle. Stepping up against Silv once again, she slowly began to pull off the wolf's soaked kimono, peeling it off of his muscular body until he stood naked. Pinky cooed as she examined Silv's nude form, running her finger tips over some of his many scars. Silv chuckled, her touch a strange sensation, almost like silk that stuck to your skin as it moved along.
Pinky giggled as she noticed Silv's hard and dripping member. Dropping to her knees, she stuck out her blue tongue and happily lapped away the dripping pre-cum, before taking the tip of his member into her mouth. Suckling softly, Pinky looked up with her pure white eyes, watching the expression on Silv's face. Feeling his paws resting in her hair, Pinky sucked more of the member into her mouth, bobbing her head slightly.
Silv moaned loudly, loving the soft feeling of Pinky's mouth. It was the most exquisite thing he had ever felt. And she was definitely a natural cocksucker. As he felt his entire length slip into her mouth, the silver wolf moaned loudly.
"Pinky, you had better stop, or at least slowdown. If not, you're gonna get a mouthful of my seed."
Pinky only grinned around Silv's cock, as she increased her sucking and bobbing. She desperately wanted to be able to drink down Silv's life-giving sperm. Reaching forward, she cuddled his balls in her soft, slightly sticky hand. She could feel them churning their contents as they got ready to explode.
"Here it comes!" Silv cried, before filling Pinky's mouth with his cum. Falling back, Silv gasped for breath.
Pinky tittered, swallowing the delicious, salty-sweet cream that had filled her mouth. Using her fingers, she swiftly wiped up the dribbles that covered her chin, before licking herself clean.
"Wow, guess you really liked the taste, eh Pinky?" Silv chuckled as he watched her clean up.
Pinky nodded rapidly, before reaching down and stroking his flaccid length.
"Can't get enough Pinky? Well, you might have to wait a while. I'm not sure if I can get it up right away."
Pinky pouted, running her finger tips up and down the wonderful piece of wolf meat in front of her. Slowly, but steadily, the unique feelings of her skin on his sensitive member brought about another raging erection.
Chuckling, Silv laid down on his back, his hard-on pointing to the sky. "Since it's your first time, I'll let you have control Pinky."
Smiling happily, Pinky crouched over his crotch, lowering herself onto his steel-hard member. Once she was completely impaled, her body convulsed as she let out a loud, pixie-like moan.
"An orgasm just from feeling my cock completely in you? My my, you are a horny little thing aren't you?" Silv chuckled, as he felt the slick, satiny walls of Pinky's cunny tightening around his cock.
Pinky blushed, her cheeks darkening in a very cute way, as she slowly began to bounce up and down on Silv's member. As she rode it, the slurp of her juices echoed around the small room. Silv grinned, pawing her breasts as she rode his hard cock.
Grinning, Pinky rode harder and faster, her walls pulsing and gripping onto Silv's cock. Both lovers panted and moaned in pleasure. They were lost in their lovemaking, the sounds of their coupling growing until in unison they reached climax. Feeling the warm seed pour into her fertile womb, Pinky collapsed onto Silv's chest, kissing his neck softly.
"Wow Pinky, that was amazing!" Silv grinned widely.
"Let's hope this year I actually can have your pups," Pinky smiled, speaking for the first time that night.
"Third time's the charm Pinky."
"Silv darling, this is our fifth Halloween together, and so far no pups."
"Pinky, did you ever think that maybe our species couldn't interbreed?"
Pinky shook her head. "No, but we can do it. I'm sure."
Wrapping his arm around his other-worldly lover, Silv smiled. "Five years darling, five years. I got you a present for our anniversary."
"All I want is your pups," Pinky giggled, sticking her tongue out.
"Well, grab that white box on the table there before you go home anyway."
"Thank you sweetie," Pinky purred, before pulling off of his wonderful cock. "Unfortunately, I have to leave, before the rift closes. You know I can't survive in your world for too long."
Silv nodded, jumping to his feet and kissing her softly. "I love you Pinky. I guess I'll see you again next year."
Picking up her anniversary present, Pinky grinned. "And who knows, maybe I can bring your pups with me next year."
Smiling to himself, Silv watched his lover step out of the cabin and into the pouring rain. Another year with his wonderful lover from the world of the dark. Another chance at creating pups who mixed the blood of the light and the blood of the dark into their own unique power.
"Happy Halloween." Silv grinned, lying back on the floor, relaxing happily. "Can't wait til next year."