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--1

Pix brushed past a fake cobweb with a plush tarantula tucked near the top edge. Then in his path were a few loitering male bodies, among them spooks like vampires with blood-soaked plastic fangs and velveteen capes whom grinned and greeted him along with any other handsome things. Pix passed by a mummy whose bandages were selective to say the least, for the wearer's behind was exposed in strips. The Halloween party was proving to be fun so far. Cute men to flirt with, good punch and an abundance of candy for the sweet-toothed made it a good party while the cheesy decor, moody lights and fitting music nailed down the fact that it was indeed Halloween.

Not all of the guests wore traditional costumes of creatures of horror lore. Some looked like transplants from an anime convention and others preyed on cliches like the sexy policeman with his snazzy, padded handcuffs twirling around his finger now and again. Pix himself was at home in his costume while also fitting the mood; he was a crossdresser in the safety of the bedroom with men he trusted. To show off his fishnet and lacy things and present the bulge of his crotch in slim red panties in an accepting environment was a fun twist.

Although Pix was a shy thing in day to day life, a party saw him come alive. He was a tall fruit bat with slim twink proportions and a round ass, purple fur, short and cutely messy brown hair and eyes to match his locks. Oftentimes he curled his short tail upward to subtly offer the fine ass beneath it while his big, pierced ears always intently flitted and scanned as bat ears are wont to do. Small wings with pink membranes decorated his back, vestigial in nature but adorable in appearance. Pix was adorable by any stretch.

Pix paused at the punch bowl for a drink and while he sipped, he wiggled his hips to the rhythm of Thriller. Over the idle chatter of gay banter and music came a lighthearted commotion; Pix turned his body but his ears twisted to the noise a second ahead of him. The master and the life of the party was making his rounds, a foxcoon whom Pix barely knew secondhand. His invitation to the party had been from a mutual friend.

Desmond was very much an energetic but coy thing. Not much taller than five and a half feet and bearing long blonde hair, he looked like a twink to rival Pix but with slimmer hips. The bat likened him less to a femboy and more to a typically small fox, though that wasn't an unattractive look. Dull though Desmond was to come to his own party as a simple vampire, his outfit at least demonstrated some handiwork and coordination. Unlike a number of store-bought costumes around his party, he wore a finely-made number to suit a gay count nicely.

To set off his costume, Desmond often peered aside over his high collar. Red contact lenses blended with his shallow green eyes for a weirdly Christmas-looking gaze which didn't seem to be intentional. Instead of cheap plastic fangs, he had elected to just smear his muzzle with fake blood. For a furry creature to give himself a corpse-like pallor was an ordeal and Desmond had made no such effort but Pix gave him points for the outfit at least.

The foxcoon sauntered to the punch bowl while admonishing his fellow vampires for dressing as he did like women might argue for the same reason. Pix made no effort to step away or avoid the twink. He was rewarded for standing his ground when Desmond smiled with what looked like genuinely evil flair.

"I said wear a costume, not your underwear," the fox prodded. When he poured his punch and sipped it, he seemed to take noticeable care not to smear his blood or stain his outfit.

In an instant Pix knew the kind of queen Desmond was. For a feminine effect he had practiced, he pouted his hip out to the side and braced a paw against it. "At least I'm unique," he smiled. "This party's stuffed with vampires. And where are your fangs at?"

"In my mouth," Desmond sneered. "And if you don't watch it, you'll be stuffed with vampire."

Pix quirked a quick grin. "I wouldn't mind that."

Desmond sighed tiredly but brushed his padded fingers across Pix's chest between his stiff nipples. "You're cute and all," he murmured, "but this is a boys-only party, you know?"

The bat laughed shyly. He was too masculine to giggle consciously. "Foxes and their flattery, anything to get what they want," he winked. "I'm very much a guy. I just happen to like soft panties on my dick."

A coy, knowing smile and a swish of Desmond's tail precluded his real advances. In the background the party chattered on and some of the guests had taken to dancing in the middle of the den, the furniture all pulled back to the walls to make a crude dance floor. "I don't keep any panties, myself," cooed the fox, "but I've got some other soft things you might like."

Pix's blush was difficult to see beneath his purple fur but it was certainly there. Just once, he averted his eyes from Desmond's and laughed sweetly. "You're pretty forward, huh?"

Desmond slipped his fingers up under Pix's cute little top and brushed the pads over the bat's nipples. When Pix shivered, Desmond smiled. "I do what I want. I started up this little party for fun, not to get laid, but that's certainly a nice coincidence" He winked and then he took a shot in the dark. "Come with me," he softly commanded, tugging at Pix's top for a moment.

Here the bat weighed his options. After hardly a moment, he willingly followed after the swishing vampire with a swish of his own.

--2

Pix found Desmond's bedroom to be quaint, small and well-decorated. At once the tod locked the door at their backs and untied his cape. Rather than undress himself and defeat the entire purpose of his costume, Pix only smiled and sat on the bed with his paws on his fishnet-garbed knees.

"Nice place you have," Pix remarked.

"Don't make small talk, I'm here to fuck, not chat," Desmond grinned. The bluntness with which he said it kept Pix from feeling awkward. Instead the bat agreed with the twink and welcomed him when he sat on the bed sans his cape and dress shirt. All that remained were dark slacks which the bat left alone for the moment.

Greater size notwithstanding, Pix was willfully submissive to Desmond and he lay upon his back when the twink fox nudged him to do so. When Desmond straddled him, however, he wasn't above grabbing the foxcoon's hips and when a kiss was pushed upon him, he was far from passive in how he lapped at Desmond's tongue and stroked down through those silky blonde locks.

Even through his slacks Desmond ground against Pix's panty-dressed loins in a playful frot. The bat was fast coming to see Desmond as a powerbottom and as such, he was beginning to think that the soft things Desmond had offered meant perhaps a warm mouth or a tight ass upon his cock. Neither of these were unappealing to the bat yet being fucked was more his speed.

It came to be that the kiss was short-lived. Desmond came out of it blushing, huffing and so obviously overwhelmed by the bat's bigger and stronger tongue. Pix himself was obviously used to it and he just smiled at the foxcoon with an inquisitive tilt of his head.

Desmond ignored the bat's expressive query and instead wiped the drool off on the back of his arm. "This is moving faster than I expected," he impishly chuckled, "but maybe that's for the best, huh?"

While Desmond rolled off and got to work on his slacks, Pix sat up and chuckled. "Why's that? Am I not a pretty enough girl for you to want to make out with me?" he teased.

"You're pretty ugly as far as girls go," Desmond malevolently grinned, "but as a guy, you're cute." Then with a wink, he shoved his slacks down and the snug briefs underneath them. His pants, however, he left haphazardly around his knees. "I need to get back to my party. There's so many more guys to fuck out there, so let's get moving."

"Nice to see a guy with his priorities straight," said Pix as he got up to his knees. Understandably with a gay male gaze, he let his eyes wander to the twink's crotch and there he admired the swelling, uncut cock which Desmond featured. A suddenly dirty smile dressed his snout as he leaned in over the foxcoon, facing his feet but coming in at an angle as he wrapped his lips around the pink flesh without a second thought.

In the warmth of Pix's maw, Desmond crooned and stroked over the bat's hips and soft rump. At being petted like so, Pix scooted closer and put himself all the more in the foxcoon's lewd reach.

"Let's see what's hiding under these panties," Desmond growled over Pix's wet suckles. It was then that he slipped his fingers into the gay bat's underwear and pulled them down over the generous curve of Pix's behind, thus baring the teasing grin of the bat's ass crack. Desmond only pulled them down to the knees, so Pix reached back to push them off and shake them free of his ankle so as to leave the twink fox unobstructed.

Desmond licked and suckled a finger not unlike how Pix treated his throbbing shaft. Wearing a dirty and tight smile, Desmond pushed his wet digit between the bat's ass cheeks and prodded the pink pucker hiding between them. Seeing Pix's toes curl and feeling his pucker tense brought Desmond a sense of domineering pleasure. Softly he ground his fingerpad against Pix's quivering tail hole, at first seemingly with intent to enter the bat. But before he went anywhere with that, he gently palmed an ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. Finally he said, "Scoot over, straddle me."

Pix was nothing if not obedient, especially with a cock in his mouth and more pleasure on the line. Gracefully enough, he scooted to the side and threw one of his fine, lacy legs over Desmond's head. But rather than ease down, he stayed passively on his knees to leave the decision-making up to the foxcoon. Pix sometimes lamented being submissive to a fault.

Exhibiting the same boldness Pix did with his eagerness to suck cock, Desmond nosed up between Pix's ass cheeks and planted a firm and wet kiss upon the bat's pucker. From there he lapped and slobbered with the most reckless abandon imaginable and the bat found his cocksucking interrupted with shudders and groans alike. Pix's shaft had begun to stiffen merely from giving Desmond a blowjob but the rimjob earned him his full erection very quickly. From his purple, cut cock came a steady drool of pre to moisten Desmond's lush chest fluff but the foxcoon wasn't paying that any mind. His laps were harsh and fast and his paws soon hooked around the bat's legs where he toyed with the tops of Pix's lacy stockings.

Pix's tail curled and swished while his wings idly fluttered at such lewd pleasure. His blowjob had recovered but he added a paw to the mix to palm the twink's balls and smear around the thick coating of drool he was leaving on the flesh. It was his hope that the foxcoon would be inside of him before long.

In a way, Pix's hope was rewarded. Desmond forced his tongue against the big, gay bat's pucker and he quite firmly wriggled it inside. At this, Pix broke off his cocksucking entirely and gasped while Desmond's flesh throbbed in his paw. "Ooh... Ah, wow," he managed to giggle. His clenching around Desmond's tongue was involuntary but pleasurable for the both of them just the same.

From deep in Desmond's slim chest came a low growl as he lapped and even suckled Pix's pucker. Both of his paws palmed the bat's ass cheeks and perused their plush flesh and soft fur. Pix awkwardly resumed his sucking, but it was obvious for his distracted and slow sucks that anal sex was the most prominent desire he had. The manner in which he ground his butt back into Desmond's snout and rolled the twink's balls in a paw reinforced how eager to please he was, or so he hoped.

Desmond huffed against Pix's ass with forlorn lust. For as much as he liked Pix's mouth, he wanted dearly to claim the fine, round ass he was sullying with his tongue. With some reluctance the twink slid his long tongue out of the bat's tail hole and gave a soft kiss to the underside of his tail. "Hey," he purred, "what do you say we move things along?"

Pix pulled off of Desmond's shaft with the same reluctance. He kept his lips near the slightly bared, reddish tip to catch its scent. "What have you got in mind?" he cooed.

"Nothing fancy," Desmond growled. "I just want to fuck, I'm not gonna reinvent the wheel. Lay back for me."

A soft little laugh precluded Pix rolling off of Desmond and flopping prone on his back. Both of his feet were planted on the sheets and his legs were bent at the knees, subtly parted. Wrapped up in fishnet like so, they did indeed look feminine but the throbbing cock down between them spoiled that illusion. Desmond lunged on the bat, kicking off his slacks and briefs on the way. Utterly bare and menacing the bat with his mottled eyes, Desmond put his paws on Pix's knees and pushed his crossdressing guest's legs further apart.

"Look at you, pretty little thing," the tod grinned. Pix grinned back and blushed with a flutter of his eyelids. They were without feminine lashes for the bat didn't go further than lingerie with his crossdressing.

Desmond scooted up into the crook of Pix's legs and grasped his own aching, drool-smeared cock. Exhibiting admirable smoothness, he nudged his hard penis up under the bat's balls and prodded the very tail hole he had just lubricated with his own tongue. Between the drool on his shaft and in the bat's behind, Desmond was able to easily push beyond that supple ring and his full entry into the bat was quick and simple.

The bat took Desmond's cock with a bitten lower lip and a warm croon. One of his soft paws played over his snug top through which his nipples made obvious outlines while he took his shaft in the other. "Ooh, yeah," he moaned to his very generous host, beginning to squeeze and pump his purple manhood. With the same drive Desmond started to fuck the tight bat with long, smooth grinds.

Soon Desmond leaned over Pix but he kept his taut body arched so as to not interrupt the bat's masturbation too much. Their lips came together in a soft kiss to which Pix whimpered in bliss and returned the affection. This time he was far less intrusive with his tongue; by virtue of having the foxcoon's cock buried in him, he was far more submissive. Both the tod and the bat seemed to savor their own subtle flavors on the other's lips and tongue but it was the penetration, of course, which gave the most pleasure of all.

Submissive though he was, Pix awkwardly pushed back against Desmond and did his best to rhythmically clench upon the fox. Desmond was far from the biggest he'd ever had but that uncut shaft was satisfying. The twink whom it belonged to was pretty and cute enough for Pix to overlook even such a contrived flaw as a small dick.

Formerly playing over his own chest, Pix's paw had moved to Desmond's back to stroke over the subtle lines and the bumps of his spine. Under his big fingers, Desmond arched and shuddered, once grinding in far enough to utterly hilt his cock and press his taut belly against Pix to pin and grind the bat's cock. It was then that Desmond broke off the kiss but he sweetened its ending with a playful nip on the bat's chin and a bite on the neck a moment later. Pix gasped, grinned and offered his neck to the would-be vampire, inviting a harder bite if Desmond so dared. Instead Desmond smooched him on the nose and huffed his hot breath all over his snout.

"Fuck, you know what's amazing here?" Desmond huffed.

The bat had any number of dirty things on his mind and his quickening masturbation promised that he wasn't far off. Just from Desmond's faster bucks and the ever-increasing weight of his breaths, he guessed the foxcoon couldn't take much longer either. "I'm bad at guessing games," he gasped.

Desmond shook with a shudder and pounded his hips all the more harshly into Pix's. By that point the bat was arching his spine, splaying his wings and curling his toes. Very soon it was unclear just which one of them would squirt first and Desmond's amazing observation was pushed to the wayside in the wake of an orgasm.

"Oh, fucking Christ," the twink bleated, followed by a sharp gasp for the sake of pleasure. He bit his lip and splayed back his ears. Those pretty, lensed eyes of his clamped shut as a hiss escaped his pursed lips and clenched teeth. A few more jackhammer bucks left Pix gasping and crooning in the most bottom-bitch pleasure imaginable but the cherry on top of it all was Desmond's hot and messy orgasm as it splattered into the bat and sullied his tight anal walls. For most of his climax, even as his penis was almost painfully tender, Desmond continued to pant and grunt while he bucked, by then seemingly for Pix's sake.

Pix had no final words and neither did he squeak or yelp. Instead he gasped and arched his back sharply, which had the effect of pushing his well-loved butt further into Desmond's pelvis. Into his big paw shot a thick load, the brunt of which sluiced through his fingers to smear into his belly fur where it stopped just short of his snug little top. Only then did he allow himself a blissful coo as he settled onto his back.

So much panting and heaving rendered Desmond the portrait of a well-earned release. He collapsed on top of Pix's ironically bigger and sturdier body with a pleasantly defeated groan. "Ooh, that was so much better than candy..."

Pix chuckled in an unabashedly masculine way as he reached up. With his clean paw, he stroked through Desmond's hair. That particular moment was almost as pleasant as the sex, for an afterglow cuddle was among his favorite things in life. Even with a stranger, he enjoyed being close in the sweet burn following a hard fuck. But something came to mind and he asked, "Um, what were you saying was amazing?"

Desmond's ears perked. "Oh!" he laughed. "It's amazing," the fox chuckled. "All this sex, and neither of us made a trick or treat joke."

It took a second for the bat to consider it. Then he laughed too, and he squeezed Desmond warmly. "That sounds like the kind of bad joke I'd make, too..."

"Guess I just had your mouth too busy," Desmond sneered. Just like that, he made to pull up and off of Pix. Hopelessly submissive, Pix allowed him to pull up but when he didn't budge, Desmond gave him a queer look. "What's the matter?"

The bat fidgeted and smiled. "Well," he murmured, "I liked cuddling up. That's all."

Now Desmond took a moment to consider during which he eased his softening shaft out of the bat. Pix softly hissed at the feeling. "I've got a party to get back to," he winked, "but I'm gonna have a little more fun after it's over. You should stick around if you can."

Pix smiled impishly. "Sure... Can I come to next year's party?"

"As long as your costume doesn't change," Desmond winked.

"It never does," Pix winked back.