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"Ow, bitch!"

"What happened?"

"Fingers are starting to cramp up."

"Maybe you should use an actual tool then?" Eric suggests, waving the thin, serrated blade of his carving tool in her direction.

"Because I'm going for detail and that stubby piece of shit ain't going to work!" Sammy retorts, setting down the razor blade, so she could rub her stiff fingers.

"Suit yourself." the human shrugs, gripping the orange, plastic handle of the knife firmly in his hand as he saws away at the pumpkin.

The feline pulled off her wool cap, using it as a rag to sweep away the sweat that was beginning to accumulate on her brow. Carving a pumpkin may have been a tradition for most families, but Sammy had only recently attempted it. The first one she created years ago was simple, but effective. Eyes, nose, and a mouth. Not much to it. Over the last three years, she chose more intricate patterns and stencils, skipping over the cliche and stereotypical designs, one of which was currently being done by her boyfriend. The process was going much smoother for him. He didn't bother using a premade guide and instead used a permanent marker to sketch out where he wanted to cut. Sammy, on the other hand, went a much more meticulous route. After finding a suitable image of what she wanted, she printed it out, taped it to the round surface of the pumpkin, which proved to be annoying, and then stabbed through it with a screwdriver to create and outline of the design. With a rough plan of what she wanted to cut, she then took the marker and traced along the shallow dimples she had created, until the image started to take shape. That was the easy part. Now, she had spent nearly an hour painstakingly scraping away at the skin and flesh of the pumpkin with the precision and sharpness of the razor blade, never actually slicing the entire way through, for the design wouldn't allow it.

"Ta da!" Eric chimes, dropping the carving knife on the table, turning around his pumpkin.

It looked as expected, at least in her eyes. Triangular eyes and nose with wide, toothy smile.

"Good job!" she replies in a patronizing voice as if she was praising a child, patting him on the head for good measure.

"Thanks!" he grins, clearly unfazed by the sarcastic tone.

"Now, explain to me how the hell we started at the same time and that's what you finished with. Meanwhile, I made this." the feline questions, tossing aside the razor blade that had become slippery and spotted with orange bits of pumpkin skin.

Sammy spins her pumpkin around to reveal all the work she'd put into carving it. Choosing something more personal and unique than your usual Jack-o-lantern, she obviously went for a more heavy metal vibe. The outer rind of the pumpkin had been scraped away, leaving behind the white underbelly in lieu of a gaping hole, which gave her much more creative liberties in carving the hefty squash. What she'd created was an image of a what could only be described as a combination of a mummy and zombie. The bandages were mostly unraveled, leaving the ghoulish, almost skeletal face visible. She'd cut deeper into the skin where the bandages lay, which would allow more light to piece through the pumpkin, giving them a more bright and visible appearance, while the face was cut more shallow. If she'd kept the depths correct, the image would appear three dimensional, with the face looking more dim and eerie, with the wrappings seeming luminous and vivid.

"Well, clearly mine required more attention. And you know I like to pace myself." Eric nods, looking over her pumpkin.

"Oh, sure. They only perfected that design back in the 1800s! Really tricky to do!" Sammy scoffs, flexing her fingers.

"Hey, it's a classic! A timeless design! I thought you of all people would know how to appreciate that, Sammy." he chuckles, always amused by her reactions.

"I do appreciate things like that, but it's nice to switch things up too. I want something original. Not the same thing you'll see on every porch and window today." the cat replies, wiping her fingertips free of the little bit of pumpkin juice that clung to her fur.

"And you did one hell of a job. Seriously, that looks awesome." he smiles, scooting his chair towards her side of the table to get a closer look.

"Thanks." the feline smiles back, watching him curiously running his fingers over the carving.

"You're welcome. I know you've been looking forward to this for a while too." he smirks, impressed by how well she did, careful not to damage any of the details, unlikely as that may be.

"Yup. Best holiday ever." she nods, standing up from the dining room table, rubbing the small of her back, after sitting hunched over the table for so long.

"I will say, that I wasn't exactly expecting to be carving pumpkins. After the fun we've had with Nicole, I thought there'd be a Halloween party or something." he comments, reaching up to rub the stiff muscles in her back.

"Nah. Too risky to have a party like those on Halloween or the day before. She almost got busted before. Those cops are always patrolling around this time of year. She is trying to find some new locations though. A party in the woods could be cool." Sammy explains, pulling up her shirt a bit.

"I guess that makes sense." Eric replies, slipping his hand under, directly massaging her bare fur.

Sighing in relief at the human's touches, she eventually steps away, picking up her pumpkin, carefully hugging it against her chest as she steps out onto the porch, before setting it down. Following suit, Eric does the same and lays his on the other side of the doorway. For now, they left the candles inside and unlit. No use melting them, before it got dark.

"Well, that was something. Now what?" Eric asks, stepping back into the house, after getting a face full of the brisk autumn air.

"We can tear into the food that's on the counter?" she suggests, shutting the door behind them.

"Sure."

Eric follows the calico back into the kitchen, eyeing the pizza box that he hadn't noticed earlier. Her parents had left it there, before Sammy or Eric had gotten back from school. Hopefully, it was still warm. Sammy flipped open the cardboard lid, poking the middle of the pizza.

"Looks good to me. You can nuke your pieces if you think it's too cold." Sammy announces, looking over at him as he pulled out two plates from the cabinet.

"I probably will. Still don't get how you enjoy food that's, like, room temperature." he snorts, moving beside her, peeling off a piece of the cheesy pie and dropping it on his plate.

"Depends on the food. It's stuff like pizza and soup that I don't mind letting cool off. Fucking hate when I burn my taste buds. That feeling annoys the hell out of me." she grimaces, taking two pieces for herself, dropping her plate off on the dinner table.

He picks up his plate, dropping an additional piece of pizza on it as well, since he was still hungry from lunch earlier today. Damn the school's reduced portion sizes!

"I can sympathize with that, I suppose. I still prefer mine to at least have some steam coming off of it." Eric adds, pulling open the door of the over-the-range microwave, slipping his plate inside.

"I don't like my food boiling hot. What the hell is the point if you're just going to stare at it, while it cools off?" she states, moving to the refrigerator, taking out two cans of cola for them.

"So you can judge when it's at the perfect temperature that you like! Just gotta find that happy, little, median." he laughs, closing the door to the microwave, setting the time for twenty seconds, the keypad beeping with each press.

"Eh. I'd rather eat sooner than later." Sammy adds, setting down their drinks.

After hearing the automated beep, Eric pulls open the microwave door, taking out his plate, before stepping back to the table, joining the feline. He reaches across the table, swiping the small container of salt, giving it a few shakes over his slices, earning the calico's attention.

"Why?"

"Why, what?" he asks back, sliding the salt shaker across the table.

"Why do people salt their food, before they even take a bite first?" she questions, wearing a face of annoyance and confusion.

"I....don't know. I just do it? I have an idea of how salty pizza usually is, so I add what I know my taste buds like." he shrugs, gripping the puffed up crust with his fingers, folding it in as he takes a bite of pizza.

"And what if the pizza is already to your liking? Then you just make it overly salty and are probably one of those assholes that'll then go, 'Hey, this is too salty! Certainly not because of me adding fucking salt, before tasting it first!'. People that do that need a sound beating." the feline rants, much to his delight.

"Hey, ask me how this pizza tastes!" he requests, after swallowing his bite.

"Fine, how is it?" she rolls her eyes, picking up her slice.

"Perfect! Just the right amount of salt!" he smiles in triumph, snapping his teeth through the hearty slice of dough, cheese, and toppings.

"Yeah, this time." Sammy gripes, finishing the slice in her hand, nibbling on the perfectly brown crust.

"And, while we're on the topic of culinary curiosities-"

"Don't ever use that phrase again."

"I have a question for you!" he challenges, but not before taking a final bite of pizza, tossing the piece of crust down on his plate.

"Let's hear it." she sighs, raising a brow.

"Alright. Now, let's take a look at this pizza. What we got on here? I see some grilled chicken. Some jalapenos. Sauce. Cheese. What looks to be a bit of parmesan as well?" Eric lists off, gesturing at various points on his remaining slice.

"That's gouda, you uncultured swine." she clarifies, digging into her second slice.

"Gouda it is! Okay. I wouldn't say that this is the healthiest meal, would you? Not super balanced, is it?" he asks, looking over at his girlfriend.

"No, but pizza isn't something you grab if you're actively trying to lose weight, so what's your point?" she replies, sinking her teeth into the pizza, the smoked gouda pairing well the chicken.

She wasn't much of a fan of regular gouda, but found the smoked variety tended to be much more favorable to her palette, giving it a more mellow and creamy taste.

"Yup. Each slice probably has a few hundred calories, perhaps." he adds, crossing his arms.

"Get to your point!" she snaps, growing tired of his seemingly pointless observations.

"My point is this. If you're eating a greasy pizza, loaded with toppings, then why in the hell are you drinking diet soda!? What is another hundred calories gonna do!?" he finally asks, pointing at her choice in drink, poking it with the tip of his finger.

"First of all, we call it 'pop' up here, jagoff! Secondly, I don't like the normal stuff all the time! Way too sugary and it just sticks to my tongue and mouth!" she fires back, turning in her seat.

"It's dumb! It tastes watered down!" Eric continues.

"It's crisp, light, and refreshing!"

"Sounds like 'watery' to me!"

"And the regular shit tastes like molasses!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"It's bold, bubbly, and delicious!"

Sammy snatches up her beverage from the table, snapping her head back as she raises the can to her lips, jabbing the claw of her thumb through the thin aluminum, letting it flow unrestricted into her opened maw, defiantly chugging the artificially sweetened nectar. After shotgunning the drink, she drops the now empty can, leans into his face and shamelessly belches into the human's face.

"Hey, gross!" he whines, pushing her back, scooting his chair away.

"How's that for bold, bubbly, and delicious?" she taunts, standing up from the table, taking her empty plate over to the sink.

"Incredibly rude and unladylike!" Eric pouts, shaking his head as he goes back to his pizza.

"Hey, every lady gets a free one from time to time." she states, turning on the faucet, spraying off the crumbs and lumps of melted cheese off from the plate, before placing it into the dishwasher, keeping the rack pulled out for now.

"Ugh!" he continues, quickly chewing and swallowing the last of his food.

As he finished his food, Sammy walks over to one of the cabinets in the kitchen, opening it to retrieve a box of large storage bags, pulling one out and tossing the box back inside.

"You want anymore?" she asks, opening up the bag, sliding most of the pizza into it.

"Nah, I'm good for now. Gotta save room for candy." he grins, getting up from the table to clean off his plate.

"That's the spirit." she smiles, adding the last of the pizza to the bag, sealing it tight.

"So, what kind did you guys pick up to hand out?" Eric asks, while he washes his plate in the sink.

"Not sure. My mom won't tell me or my dad, until it's actually time to hand out candy." she answers, opening the refrigerator, laying the bagged up pizza flat inside.

"Ah. I think I figure out why." he chuckles, washing whatever utensils were already in the sink to help out.

"Yup. When we ran out candy, before the first kid even got here, we were in deeeeeeep shit. My mom was pissed." the feline laughs, picking up the pizza box.

"I can imagine. Speaking of which, where are they? Didn't see them when I came in." Eric curiously asks, dropping the partially cleaned items into the dishwasher.

"Out at a party." she nods, tearing the pizza box in half and then into quarters.

"Oh. Kinda seems like I never really see them around the house." Eric points out, pushing in the rack and closing the dishwasher.

"Yeah, you get used to it. They're either working odd hours or going out." Sammy shrugs, stuffing the torn up remnants of the box into the trash can.

"Don't you ever get lonely?" he asks, walking over to her.

"Sometimes. It's nice to watch movies or listen to music at full volume though. I do like the peace and quiet too. It's more of a recent thing. Wasn't always like this, but whatever." she comments, checking the time on her phone.

"Aww." he frowns, approaching her from behind, pulling her in for a hug.

"Is it so bad though? No one to ever interrupt us?" she smirks, leaning back into him.

"Hmm, good point." he smiles, kissing her on the fuzzy point of her ear.

"Yup. But for now, I need to get ready. Trick 'r' Treaters should be coming in an hour." she states, breaking away from the hug to retreat back into the basement.

"This should be good." Eric laughs, following her down the stairs.

---

"That should do it." she says to herself, though audible enough for Eric to hear from outside the bathroom.

Setting down the makeup brush, she gives herself one last look in the mirror, satisfied with the results, turning around to push the door open into the basement. Sitting on the couch, Eric looks up from his phone as he hears the door. As he stands up, the cat steps across the basement, closing the distance between them, just in time for him to turn and face her. As she steps under the ceiling light, Eric finally gets his first look at the feline in her Halloween attire. The giddy human was expecting something sexy, imaging a slew of skimpy, scantily clad costumes. What he got, however, wasn't expected, but was certainly in her taste.

The usual colorful variation of colors and blotches of orange that grazed her face were nowhere to be seen. Instead, only white and black were visible. With a pasty base of a sickly white, smears of black was applied to her eyelids, which was done a tad sloppy, though purposely instead of a result of being lazy. Through the dark blobs around her eyes, extended multiple trails of an irregular path, the line of black branching out to an end as it approached her cheeks. The pattern gave the appearance of crying or even cracked, chipped porcelain. Her lips were painted black as well, following the style applied to her eyes with thin, spindly lines poking up from her upper lip, and downwards from the lower. As an added touch, the black makeup was rubbed into her cheeks, giving them a sunken, almost skeletal guise. The last bit of black was touched over the tip of each nostrils, completely her transformation.

"Well? Still gotta let it dry for a bit longer." Sammy asks, refraining from her natural instinct of wanting to lick her wet lips.

"I love it!" Eric finally replies, stunned at how well of a job she did, all by herself no less.

"Thanks. Only my second time doing this. Changed it up a bit, instead of just darkening my eyes and putting on black lipstick. Glad it came out okay." she smiles, hopefully not smearing the paint.

"Okay? You killed it!" Eric smiles back, resisting the urge to give her a congratulatory kiss on the cheek.

"Normally, I'd be annoyed at a pun like that." Sammy comments, making a mental note of the time, figuring out how much longer, until it'd be dry.

"Huh? Oh, right. Corpse paint." he says, after a moment to think.

"Yup." she nods, stepping towards the couch.

"Thought you hate black metal?" he questions.

"I don't listen to it, but I think there's a small chance I could get into it. I do like the atmosphere it has and the history is crazy." she clarifies.

"Oh, so you're a poser?" Eric teases.

"It's Halloween! That's different! And you didn't even comment on the rest of the costume, either!" Sammy states, turning back around to face him, hand on her hip.

"Ah, sorry. Got distracted with that makeup!" the human apologizes, looking the rest of the feline over.

Hmm, black heavy metal t-shirt, "OVERKILL" emblazoned in a blocky, yet, curvy logo. Pretty standard for her, so far. His eyes continued down her body, immediately noticing the chain loops dangling from her waistband, along with a pair of handcuffs locked between two of the links. A nice touch. She also wore a belt he hadn't seen before. What he at first thought to be molded bullets lining the belt, turned out to be actual spent shell casings, upon closer look. No wonder he'd never seen her wear it to school. Another item he hadn't seen her wear before. Oooh, her pants too. A glossy, black, faux leather pair of pants that seemed skin tight against her limbs, hugging them even more than her skinny jeans she wore from time to time. Finally, he got to her feet, which really topped off her costume. Heavy, lustrous, black combat boots. A thick, steel buckle strapped across the laces and towards the side, four of them total. How could she have hid those from him?! He wasn't much of a fan of usual boots, but these were something else!

"Well?" she finally asks, after watching him ogle her to her satisfaction.

"Very, very nice. I love it, Sammy." he chuckles, never getting to see her go so hard with her favorite aesthetics.

"I'm happy with it. Kind of a melting pot of different metal styles, but I'm okay with that." she smiles, touching her cheek with the tip of her finger, testing to see how dry the makeup was.

"It's very you. You know, I was half expecting you to do whatever everyone else does and dress up like a sexy kitty." he teases, giving her tail a playful tug.

She takes a step back, turning her muzzle to his ear.

"Why? You have a sexy kitty year 'round." she purrs.

Eric gulps, feeling his pulse starting to quicken. Unable to resist teasing him, the cat gives him a peck on the cheek, before she realizes what she's done.

"Aw, dammit! Now I gotta redo that!" she whines, running back into the bathroom, seeing the smudged makeup against her lips.

"How long is that supposed to take?" he asks, following her across the room.

"I'm going to give it thirty or forty-five minutes, since the back of the tube didn't specify." she sighs, looking at her reflection in the mirror, examining the smudge on her lips.

"Gotcha. So, uh, what should we do in the meantime?" Eric questions, watching her reapply her makeup.

"Well, I can't do much right now. Until this dries, I don't think I can continue setting up. Don't need to sweat and fuck this up anymore. We can see what's on TV? Usually some cool things on during Halloween." Sammy answers, uncapping the tube of lipstick, carefully reapplying it to the affected areas of her bottom lip.

"Uh huh. You know......I have a few suggestions." he hums, sliding in behind her.

"Oh? And what might that be?" the calico asks, keeping her lips still as she smeared the waxy black substance over her puckered muzzle.

"I could tell you, but I think it'll be more fun to show you." he purrs, taking her tail in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the furry apendage.

"I know how your mind works and I'm not so sure whatever you're about to suggest will work, until after this dries. I'm not fucking up my paint again." Sammy replies, recapping the lipstick, setting it back down on the sink.

"Oh, no. Trust me, Sammy. You won't have to lift a finger. I'll do all the work." the human assures, stroking her tail.

The cat keeps her head forward, staring at him through the mirror, seeing a familiar look in his eyes.

"Alright. I'll bite. Just stay away from my face." she nods, turning around to face her boyfriend.

"Don't worry, I will. Why don't you step back into the basement?" he grins, taking her hand.

"This should be good." she mumbles to herself, walking with him back into the room.

---

Eric grunted at the repeated yanks of his hair, though it did little to distract him from his task. He squeezed at her naked rear that was cupped in his palms, giving the rightmost cheek a teasing slap as well, something he'd only do when he thought she would approve. With that growling hiss that slid between her gritted teeth, he honestly wasn't sure what if she endorsed the move or not. What she had supported, however, was the dexterous tongue of the human's that lapped between her folds, drinking up the droplets of arousal that steadily flowed from her sex. Her fingers tightly gripped the back of the couch as she stood behind it, relying on it and Eric's hands to keep herself upright. It'd been a while since she'd last done this, while standing.

"Keep going, tiger." she huffed, running her fingers through his shaggy hair, nearly sitting on his upturned face by this point.

Rumbling with enthusiasm, he sloppily kissed and ground his lips against her nethers, slithering his tongue deeper inside of her, dragging its tip against the roof of her inner canal. Her pants lay partly down her legs, the waistband hugged her thighs, leaving Eric enough room to give the enamored cat a proper tongue lashing. The cat leaned slightly into the couch, looking down at the rabid human as he pleasured them both. Obviously, he wasn't being left out of the fun. Though they wanted to tremble, she kept her knees locked side by side, feeling the throbbing mass of the human's flesh as it stabbed between her thighs. Eric's perpetual moans resounded inside her cunt, his tongue parting her tunnel as he began to stab it over a notably receptive area, earning an abrupt, quivering gasp from the feline. The foreskin of his uncut erection slid back and forth over his nerve-filled crown as he thrust his cock through her thighs, eventually forming a crease in her leather pants that grew saturated with his precum, which only added to the frictionless pleasure.

He pulled back for a moment, flicking his wet tongue over her stiff nub, after seeing how engorged and bloated it had gotten, knowing it was begging for attention for how it pulsated. The calico puffed and threw her head back, thrusting her hips forward, Eric's head snapping back at the unexpected movement, nearly knocking him on his back. Good thing he kept a hold of her rear. Pulling himself back, he stared up at the panting cat in the hope of making eye contact, but found hers to be closed, mouth agape in pre-orgasmic bliss. As he roughly fucked her thighs, each buck of his hips producing a wet slick, he pulled his lips away from her clitoris with an idea in mind.

Sammy looked back down at him, chest heaving, daggers in her eyes as he stopped the euphoric sensation.

"I told myself that I wouldn't cum before you did. I'm getting too close and I need to get you off. Now. I don't plan on cumming with a dry mouth." Eric grunts, keeping one hand on her backside, while he moved the other to her cunt.

"Bring it on, human bitch." she sneers, hoping to fan the lust-filled flame that burned inside of him.

Though her plan worked, Eric didn't plan on going full force just yet. Instead, he extended his middle finger, prodding her sex, sticking out his tongue to rest it on the side of her clitoris. He wiggled his finger as it slowly sank inside of her, curling it as his digit disappeared between her pink folds. Sammy lets out a quiet sigh, keeping her hips steady, feeling his thrusts slow as well, restraining from bringing himself to an orgasm. As she began to wonder what his plan was, Eric suddenly throws his tongue to the side, slapping it over her erect nub as he shot his finger deeper inside of her, stopping at his knuckle. Sammy grunts at the unexpected move, locking her jaw, staring down into the human's widened eyes.

Eric pulls his finger back, barely inside of her, wiping his tongue back to the other side of her nub. Starting to understand his plan, the human immediately repeats the move, gradually picking up speed. His tongue slapped her clitoris side to side, while he pumped his finger in unison with his tongue, beginning to do so much more aggressively. It was starting to work, Sammy beginning to slouch against the couch, letting go of his hair to reach around her back, gripping the couch. Eric pulled his tongue back into his mouth, rewetting it with saliva, before continuing. His tongue rapidly swept against her button, violently finger-fucking her soppy wet core, curling it to tickle the roof of her snatch. With her nectar starting to dribble down his finger and collect in his palm, Eric quickened his own pace, forcefully rutting her thighs.

"Fucker." she hissed, knees starting to buckle, her moans and cries beginning to rise in pitch.

He was more than aware of what this signaled, returning to suckle and nurse on her clit, adding an additional finger inside of her, drumming his fingertips against whatever sensitive area he could seek out.

That's it, Sammy. Let it all out.

The feline mewed and hissed, now bucking her hips as her honey began to pour from her slit. Eric reacted quickly, slamming his lips around her sex, his hands returning to her ass to keep her upright. Thrusting his tongue back into her, he folded his tongue, diving deep into her as she climaxed. His member dangled in front her boots, released from her thighs as they started to quake. Listening to her orgasmic outcries, Eric was met with a powerful wave of her honey, splashing over his tongue, hitting him in the back of his throat, guzzling down each additional burst, any excess trickling from the corners of his mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck!" she whined, bucking her hips once again.

The obedient human swallowed all she had to give, only pulling his lips away once she began to calm, affectionately kissing over her labia as well.

"Goddamn. Learning new tricks." Sammy huffed, barely keeping herself standing, hoping the sweat on her brow wouldn't tarnish her face paint.

"Mhm. Now it's my turn. Hope my sexy, naughty metal-head doesn't mind if I give her some boots some polish." he growls, completely dropping to his knees.

Sammy grinned and watched as he slapped his manhood over her footwear, leaving wet, sticky blotches of his watery pre over the leather boots. He groaned as he pulls back his foreskin, grinding his bare tip over the buckles, gently thrusting himself against the metal. He'd defiled her shoes and sandals before, but never a pair of boots. So far, pretty nice. The human placed his tip at the very top of her boot, before slowly dragging it downwards, bumping over each lace and strap that went across. His actions grew more and more fast and aggressive, until he was masturbating with his tip shoved against her boot, milking himself, precum starting to dribble down the polished exterior.

"I'm waiting. Gonna dump a load over my boots or what?" the calico taunted, crossing her arms.

Eric hissed and grabbed her ankle, bringing both of her booted feet together, his fingers wet with her squirt and his own precum. He made sure she got her wish, those dirty taunts helping. With a final stroke of his swollen manhood, he aimed himself forward, watching a thick stream of his semen erupt from his cockslit, audibly splattering over her black boot. Keeping his aim straight and true, he turned his member an inch to the left, letting off another shot of his seed, which ricocheted off one of her metal buckles. Eric switched from boot to boot, moaning loudly as his erection throbbed with each wave of semen, feeling his testicles tense as they drained all over her alluring footwear. He could only wish it lasted forever as he milked himself dry. Once spent, he held his base, flicking his cock up and down, shaking off the last droplets of his cum, before staring at his hard work.

Sammy laughed and looked down, the both taking in the sight of her now dirtied boots. The polished black leather was now marked with ribbons of his fresh seed that stuck to various parts of her footwear. The dollops and streaks were sprayed along her boots, dousing the laces, toe, and even managing to reach her pant-legs as well. Seeing it all gather and drizzle down the front, only to pool and slip off the sides was enough to get Eric ready for more.

"Hope these don't stain." he pants, standing back up, keeping his cock poking out from his opened fly.

"Fuck it. I think it adds character." she purrs, brushing her fingertips over his shaft.

"Mmm, then I guess you'll have to bust these out another time too." he teases, tugging his softened manhood back into his pants, before she teased him anymore, knowing they needed to still setup for Halloween.

"We'll have to see." she smirks, walking over to the coffee table, picking up a few napkins that were leftover from the takeout they ate the previous day.

"Your makeup dry now?" he asks, keeping his eyes on those boots, before she cleaned them off.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Almost forgot." Sammy smirks, curiously touching her cheek and lower lip with a fingertip, happy to see it was clean.

"Best way to kill time." the human teases, taking one of the napkins too, wiping away the remnants of her ejaculate that clung to his chin.

"Mhm. Playtime is over, though. Still need to finish setting shit up outside." she nods, cleaning off the tainted footwear.

"Gotcha. But, now I'm curious. Is this why girls always take so long when they say they're getting ready to go out?" he teases, balling up the napkin, tossing it back down on the table.

"Yes, Eric. Girls have a hidden fuck buddy in their bathrooms. Ones that just absolutely LOVE to cum all over their shoes too." the feline sarcastically remarks.

"Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?"

---

"Easy, now." she cautions, the rough wooden edge starting to cut into her palm.

"You down the steps yet?" Eric asks, blindly tapping the toe of his shoe along the concrete step, feeling for the lip.

"Yeah. Careful. One step left." the feline adds, guiding him along.

"Gotcha." he huffs, unable to see past the speaker he had hoisted against his chest.

Constantly feeling along the step with his foot, he cautiously takes the final step, grunting as the weight of the speaker shifted in his arms.

"Alright, I'll start lowering my end." Sammy announces, squatting down on the patio, carefully setting down her end, making sure she got her fingers out from underneath it as fast as possible.

Eric waits for her signal, before he pushes the speaker upright, the both of them scrambling to grab its sides. Luckily, the speaker hadn't rocked and firmly stood balanced atop the piece of scrap carpet that Sammy had laid.

"Told you the second one would be easier." Sammy pants, wiping the dusty smudges off her palms onto her jeans.

"You can say that again. Nearly broke my foot when that landed on it." he huffs, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the twin speaker that was already set up.

"I said sorry!" Sammy groans, walking back onto the porch and into the house.

Eric snorts and steps up to the door, holding it open for her. After a moment, the feline returns, carrying a milk crate. Dropping it down on the lawn, she retreats back inside. When she reemerges, the cat is clutching a used shopping bag, stuffed with cables, while she drags an extension cord outside as well. Tossing it by the speakers, Sammy takes one last trip into the house.

"You need help?" Eric asks, poking his head into the house.

"Nah, just keep the door open!" she yells back, stomping up the steps from the basement.

By the time she reappears, she's clutching a heavy stereo receiver with a cassette deck stacked on top.

"Thanks." she nods as she walks by Eric.

"You're very welcome." he smirks, closing the door behind her, following her to lend a hand.

Walking onto the lawn, she uses her foot to kick the milk crate over, placing the equipment on top of it. Letting out a breath, she grabs the shopping bag, opening it up to pull out a tangle of speaker wire.

"Can you hook up that shit, while I get the speakers ready?" she asks, empty out the rest of the bag's contents, throwing an audio cable in his direction.

"Sure. I'll do my best, anyway." Eric nods as the cable quietly thumps on the grass, bending down to pick it up.

Humming to herself, Sammy wrestles with the knot of wire, unraveling it to locate both ends. Getting down on her knees, she moves behind the first speaker, unscrewing the binding post at the bottom. She examines the wire in her hand, eyeing the bare, frayed end. She wasn't able to find the snips or stripper in the basement, so she wouldn't be able to trim it down into a virgin, untouched portion. Oh well. Even if it affected the quality of sound, she didn't see it as a bad thing, but a positive for the unnerving and scratching audio it would provide. Taking the end between her fingers, she began to twist the strands into one single neatly bundled wire, before sticking it into the post of the speaker, screwing it back down into place. After doing the same with the other section of speaker wire and firmly securing it into the negative post. Sammy then pulled a red permanent marker out from her pocket, uncapping it with it teeth, where she then swiped a streak of color over the negative wire, so she wouldn't be confused later. She then stood back up, brushed off her knees, and fetched the another portion of ten gauge wire to hook up the remaining speaker. Meanwhile, Eric was examining the back of the receiver, holding the audio cable in his hand, scratching his head at which input to use. It wasn't long before Sammy had finished connecting the other speaker, walking back over to him with each wire in hand.

"Really, dude?" she cocked a brow, snickering at this technical incompetence.

"I said I'd do my best!" Eric defended fretted, stepping to the side as she took his place.

"Let me show you. See where it says, "Tape", on the right?" she questions, sweeping her finger past the nearly two dozen other identically colored inputs, pointing to a small blurb of text beneath one of the sets.

"Uh.....oh." Eric mumbled, having to squint to make out the lettering.

"Now, we match the colors....." she continues, plugging each cord into the matching jack.

"I know, I see." the human conceded, picking up the other end of audio cord.

"Good. Now plug that into where it says, "Audio Output", on the tape deck and I'll get them powered." she instructed, walking away to grab the extension cord.

"Hmmm." Eric drones, spotting the one isolated set of jacks, plugging the cord into it, before rechecking the miniscule amount of work he performed.

Pleased to see the extension cord was long enough, she tosses it down at Eric's feet. Picking up the twin trails of speaker wire, she couches behind the receiver, screwing them into the proper terminals, double checking that it was the correct polarity, before she dared power the stereo.

"Alright. Looks good." she sighs, leaving Eric to plug in the receiver and deck.

Pulling out a case from her back pocket, she looks through the transparent plastic face, staring at the cassette that sat inside.

Maxell High Bias XLII-S. A matte black shell with grid-like impressions along it's body. A reflective gold label attached, declaring its Japanese creation in the lower right. The once blank header now read, "HALLOWEEN MIX 666!", boastfully penned in red marker. Ninety minutes, forty five on each side, of Sammy's personally chosen set-list of heavy metal songs that perfectly epitomized the spirit, mood, and atmosphere of her favorite holiday, all meticulously cued up on the chromium dioxide tape that was the absolute pinnacle of home dubbing, bootlegging, and recording.

"I think she's good to go." Eric declares, jamming the two power cords into the sockets.

"Only one way to find out." Sammy smiles, which came off as slightly creepy with the makeup she wore.

The calico steps forward, pushing the power on the receiver, which clicks with a reassuring hum as it warms up. Clicking on the cassette deck, the peak indicator lights to the side of the tape counter flashed, attesting the stereo was ready to roll. Her finger pushed into the eject with a quiet clack as the cassette door slowly opens without a sound, until Sammy gently slides the mixtape inside, closing it shut. Inching her digit up, she taps the play button, the pinch rollers and tape head sliding into their respective places as the sprockets engage the spool of tape, a faint hiss emerging from the speakers. The buzzing quickly dissipates as Sammy clicks on the noise reduction, her ears turning towards the speaker, waiting to see if the music would be heard.

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_ "Woe to you, oh Earth and sea, for the Devil sends the Beast with wrath _

_ Because he knows the time is short. _

_ Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the Beast! _

_ For it is a human number.... _

_ Its number _

_ Is six hundred _

_ And sixty six." _

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As the fingers of the unseen guitar player finger along the frets, producing a catchy and dark riff, Sammy's smiles widens, pleased with the fruits of their labor.

"Mmm, she's good." the cat chuckles, patting the top of her cassette deck.

"She sounds good too." Eric adds, picking up the now empty plastic bag.

"And just in time too." Sammy grins, checking her phone for the time, seeing that trick 'r' treating had officially begun.

"Sweet. Call your mom and find out where the candy is and I'll grab an extra table and chairs for us to sit out here." Eric suggests.

"Let's do it. Ooh, I'm getting giddy." Sammy giggles, a rare sound, as she starts to call her mother.

With the two prepared and ready, the sound of the singer's earsplitting, seismic wail resounds through the neighborhood, as if signaling for the night to formally begin.

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Eric lifts his head, face illuminated in the night by the bright screen of his cell phone, looking up at pair of figures walking down the street. The calico looks ahead, reaching down to pick up a wide plastic bowl that was still filled with fun-sized pieces of candy. As they approached the edge of her driveway, Sammy frowned as she noticed the lack of effort put into their costumes, if you could even call them that. The only thing different from the typical shirt and jeans they wore, was the cheap rubber and plastic masks they had pulled over their faces. The two walked up the driveway, walking up to the couple that was seated. Sammy reaches over towards the receiver, turning the volume dial down a few notches as she stared at them, each of them stretching out their arms, presenting their opened bags to her.

"Got something to say?" she growls, glaring at both of them.

"Oh, come on! Just give us the candy!" the one on the right complains, his voice muffled by the werewolf mask that hid his face.

"Not until I hear those magic words." Sammy demands, crossing her arms, resting the bowl in her lap.

"I'm not saying that. We're not kids." the other gripes, easily heard through his hockey mask.

"Then no candy." she shrugs, passing the bowl off to Eric, who was taken by surprise.

"Ugh! Trick or treat! Happy now?" the werewolf groans, him and his buddy turning to the human.

"That's better." Sammy sneers, waving at Eric to do the honors.

"Alright. You get one each." he instructs, holding out the bowl, so they could pick which one they'd like.

The boys looked down at the bowl's contents, their disappointment concealed by their masks.

"I thought we'd at least be getting full sized bars, after that bullshit." the goalie scoffs, eyeing the small, prepackaged, bites worth of candy.

"Guess we'll have to make our own then!" the werewolf hints, before slamming his hand into the bowl, stealing a handful of the sweets, his friend quickly following suit.

"Hey! I said one!" Eric barks, pulling the bowl back to his chest as the two sprint back down the driveway, tossing their stolen goodies into their bags.

"Happy Halloween!" the werewolf taunts, running down the street.

"And your Joker makeup sucks, lady!" the goalie yells, before they both disappear back into the darkness.

"I'm not the Joker, you little asshole!" Sammy explodes, jumping out of her chair.

Her hands ball into fists to keep herself from giving them the finger as well. Seething, she spins the volume dial of the receiver, cranking it back up to an appropriate volume.

_ "Welcome back!"_ a warped, disembodied, demonic sounding voice greets from the speaker as the song kicks off, followed by a rhythmic punch of a snare and bass pedal, with a distorted, sustained guitar riff behind.

"Easy, Sammy." Eric calms, patting her seat, inviting her to sit back down.

"Bastards." she hisses, slumping back into her chair.

The calico's mood had been gradually deteriorating since the "festivities" had started. Eric counted twelve trick 'r' treaters they'd had so far. He wanted to ask about it, but kept quiet, sensing how Sammy's temperament shifted in the past half hour.

"Don't let them get to you. Want a peanut butter cup or something?" he offers, nosing around in the candy bowl.

"I'm okay. Got to save some for the kids." she sighs, watching a slew of leaves blow across the concrete driveway by a gust of wind.

"If you say so." he mumbled, setting the bowl down on the ground, listening to the dried, dead leaves scratching against the ground, before softly tumbling along the lawn.

Pulling his phone back from his pocket, he checked the time, frowning as he read the digital display. It was still early, but the night wasn't getting any younger either. He leaned back in his seat, laying one of his legs atop his knee, arms behind his head, staring up into the sky.

A full moon.

How fitting.

He turned his head, looking over at Sammy, who had her elbow on the armrest, resting her chin in her palm. Even with the face paint covering her fur and features, he could still see her dejected expression, a glum look in her eyes. She was hunched over in her seat, barely moving, aside from the tip of her bristled tail flicking side to side. Her usually attentive ears were instead drooped to the side. It was a painful sight for him to see.

"Why so blue? C'mon, Sammy." he murmured, reaching over towards her, petting over her forearm.

She stayed silent, exhaling through her nose. Sighing, Eric moved the bowl to his lap, before picking up his chair, moving directly beside her.

"Don't be sad." he frowned, laying his arm around her waist, leaning into her, gently pulling her over against his chest.

Remaining quiet, she allows herself to be tugged over, head limply thumping his shoulder as she leaned over. Eric lays his hand against her waist, while he raises the other, taking her furry ear into the palm of his hand for a comforting rub.

"There's still another hour and a half, okay?" he tries to reassure, sliding his thumb into the fuzzy canal of her ear, holding it up as he curls his fingers down, starting to massage her ear.

Silence.

"Jeez, I can't make heads or tails with what this guy's singing. I'm sure you know all the lyrics, though. Want to help translate for me?" he jokes, trying a different approach, though he genuinely couldn't decipher the rapid-fire vocals.

Nothing.

"Are you getting cold at all? I could go fetch us a blan-"

"Doesn't matter."

Eric snapped his head down as she finally spoke.

"What doesn't?"

"How much time is left." she grumbles.

"Why not?"

"No one is coming." the cat sorrowed, feeling the bass from her voice against his chest.

"You don't know that." Eric remarked, giving her ear a light squeeze, shifting his thumb along its edge.

"Yes. I do. It's the same thing every year." Sammy wallowed, keeping her head against him.

He hoped that wasn't the case. Eric wordlessly nodded, moving his hand to run his fingers through her hair instead.

"And every year, I let myself get all worked up. I get excited and pray it'll be different for a change, but it never is. Why bother ever getting my hopes up." she breathed, her ear falling back to the side as soon as his finger wasn't there to support it.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. We had fun today, so it wasn't for nothing. You carved one hell of a pumpkin and you're makeup looks incredible. I don't want to see you so down." he cooed, dragging his fingers though the longer locks of her silky hair.

"I don't know." she sniffled, Eric unsure what part she was disagreeing with.

"Look. It's a beautiful night out. We're together. We got good music on the stereo. Let's enjoy it. You know I always love talking with you." he comforts, giving her hip a squeeze, kissing her on the top of her head.

She didn't speak. He could hear her breathing as she sat there, limp against his body. As he went to speak, she lifted her head, pushing herself up, so she could drop her head on his shoulder.

"It sucks." she growls, eyes shimmering in the moonlight.

"I know it does." Eric sighs, safely kissing her cheek, happy she was at least responding now.

"I hate it." Sammy continues, not really knowing what to say.

"You can tell me about it. I'm always here to listen." he assures, willing to lend an ear to her troubles.

"You don't need to hear another rant from me." she grumbles, shifting in her seat.

"That's exactly what I want, though. You can always talk to me about whatever." he encourages, wrapping both of his arms around her body.

"Fine."

Sammy takes in a long breath, releasing it in a slow, steady exhale.

"Halloween was my favorite time of the year when I was a kid. Well, I mean, it still is now, but it just gets me sad anymore, I guess. It was everything I loved. I loved the dressing up, getting together with all your friends, finding the best houses for candy. Going over to someone's house to watch some movies or something. Then, you get back home and everyone dumps out their goody bags and sifts through all the stuff they got. Trading too. It was such a nice time of year. Walking around outside at night with all those people around. Seeing the night being so alive with people for that one time a year. I liked it. My dad would hold my hand and walk me through the streets. I remember one neighbor would have a little block party with a bunch of people crowded on their yard. They even had games and prizes and a bunch of free pizza." she fondly spoke, a smile starting to form.

"Mmm, that sounds nice. Wish my neighborhood back home had a party like that. I lived in the city though, so it was a bit different." Eric hums, holding her against himself.

"Mhm. Just sucked that everything changed. I remember these streets being packed with kids and families. Every house had decorations and everything. It's all gone now. Streets are empty, like it's any other night. The few that come never even try to find an actual costume. Fucking stupid. It's like nobody gets the spirit of it anymore. Christ, I sound like an old man." she rants, that smile quickly becoming a scowl.

"I understand. It's stupid. Things just change between generations, I guess." Eric nods, slipping his hand underneath her hoodie and shirt, petting at her bare fur.

"This is what growing up is then. I hate it. And now I sound like a child." Sammy glowered.

"That's exactly what happened, though. All those kids you remember are our age now. That's why it's empty now." he explained, laying his cheek against her own, enjoying the comforting touch of her warm fur brushing over his skin.

"It's just shitty. I just want it to go back to the way it was." she pouts, shuffling her muzzle into his neck.

"It will be. Not immediately, but it'll happen. They'll get married, have a kid, and before you know it, these streets will be packed again for a new wave of trick 'r' treaters." he insists, rocking her in his arms.

"If this is your way of asking to knock me up, the answer is no." she eventually replies.

Eric snorts and squeezes her tighter, pleased that she was starting to return to her old self.

"Of course not." he chuckled.

"That's a long time coming though." she sighs, Eric feeling her cool snout against his collar bone.

"With some of the girls I've seen at school, I'd wager we won't be waiting long." he jokes back, scritching at her neck.

Sammy pulls her head back, tilting it to the side for him.

"Also true." she agrees.

"What else did you like?" Eric asks, hoping to get some more pleasant memories from the feline.

"I remember all those identical 'Spooky Halloween Sound' albums that all the old timers played." she smirks.

"I remember those. Can't go to a garage sale or flea market, without finding them." Eric adds.

"Mhm. I also remember this pair of older guys that would sit in their garage, playing music, drinking beer, while they passed out candy. I remember thinking that was so cool and wanted to be like that." the feline laughs, starting to move her arms around his waist too.

"Well, I think this is a damn fine start." Eric comments.

"God, I wish I had a beer." Sammy sighs, snuggling against him.

"Don't have that. Got plenty of candy though." he points out.

Sammy looks down at the bowl he sat on his lap.

"I mean, unless you still think we should save some?" he adds.

"Nah. Just a few pieces, in case a couple more show up, but I doubt it." Sammy shrugs, taking a handful of the small treats.

"Sounds good to me." he smiles, releasing his hold on her as she leaned back into her seat.

The calico balances the candy on her thigh, taking a single piece in her hand to unwrap, tearing through the weak plastic packaging, which she then stuffs in her pocket. Eric reaches into the bowl, poking a few pieces aside, until he found his preferred candy. Unwrapping it, he turned to see her taking a bite of her sugary treat, hoping it would give another upgrade to her soured mood.

"So, what kind did you get?" he asks, using his teeth to rip into the candy wrapper that was proving difficult to open.

"Snickers. You?" she answers, chewing the nougaty, nutty delight.

"Milky Way." he nods, biting down through the layer of caramel, before reaching that thick bar of nougat.

"Never like those much. Don't know why." Sammy shrugged, popping the last fragment of the candy bar into her maw, reaching down for another.

"Kinda weird, since you like Snickers. Almost the same thing. Oh well. More for me." he remarks, quickly finishing his bite.

"Too much caramel. I guess the peanuts help mellow it out or something." she answers, picking up another piece of candy, one with a very distinctive orange wrapper.

"Maybe. Oooh, I didn't know we had peanut butter cups." he grins, quickly seeking out the delectable confection that was hiding towards the bottom of the bowl.

"Wouldn't be Halloween without them." Sammy mused, ripping into the square of plastic, removing the paperboard tray as she pops the entire round candy into her muzzle.

"Damn right." he smirks, chuckling at her enthusiastic chewing.

"That and candy corn." the cat adds, chomping through the creamy peanut butter and thin chocolate shell.

"Bleh! How the hell do you like those things?" he gags at the mere mention of the polarizing confection.

"You don't have the tongue for it. They taste sugary. A little bit of vanilla maybe. Soft, with a nice chew. And you like Circus Peanuts, so shut up!" she retorts, swallowing the lump of peanut butter.

"Underrated candy!" Eric proclaims, taking a few more pieces from the bowl.

"Why the fuck would a peanut taste like banana?!"

"To be unique! It's a surprise. You would never expect it to taste like a banana!" Eric debates, ripping open a bag of chocolate candies, spilling them out into his palm.

"A terrible one!" she throws back, stuffing their discarded wrappers in her front pocket.

"It's all marshmallow. Can't be bad." he teases, tossing some into his mouth, crunching down on the candy coated rounds of chocolate.

"Then eat a damn Mallo Cup!" Sammy groans, moving the bowl of candy into her lap.

"The hell is that?" Eric asks, never hearing of it before.

"A candy that was made around here. Imagine a peanut butter cup, but with marshmallow instead. They're pretty good." Sammy explains, settling on a simple chocolate bar for now.

"Huh. Might have to try that sometime." Eric hums, eating the last of the candy in his hand.

The two of them continue to chat and munch on the variety of candy in their possession, critiquing and discussing the qualities of each one. Before they knew it, the bowl was nearly empty. The cat drops the bowl between them, her pocket packed full of plastic wrappers, her belly stuffed with chocolate and sugar. The tape inside the deck had eventually clicked to a stop, leading to Sammy flipping it around to the other side, while also turning the volume down a bit, so they could talk more.

"What better way to top of an unhealthy day of pizza, pop, and candy, then with a cigarette." she states, pulling out a pack of smokes from her other pocket, along with a lighter.

"If you must." Eric sighs, after their gorge on what should have treats for the kids, but he wasn't going to complain.

Slipping the cigarette between her lips, she flicks open her lighter, sparking the flint wheel, lifting the flame towards the end of the filter-less paper. It ignites instantly, the cat letting off a quick puff of smoke, before inhaling, slapping the lighter against her knee to close the lid. Taking in a lungful of the tobacco smoke, she tilts her head upwards, slowly releasing the blue toned fog past her lips, feeling the pleasant buzz of nicotine already hitting her body. Eric silently watches the smoke rise, coiling like a serpent's tail, traveling up into the crisp autumn air, before disappearing into the night sky.

"You know the one thing I hate about Halloween?" Sammy asks, the red cherry of an ember at the end of her cigarette fluttering with movement as she spoke.

"Hmm?"

"The end of October. The best month for me. Weather is finally shifting from the shitty heat of summer into a wonderful cool. Leaves are falling and getting pretty. Just smell it." she speaks.

Eric does as asked and takes a sniff of the fall air.

"Well?"

"All I can smell is your cigarette." Eric states.

"Point taken. Smell again, after I finish." she instructs, taking in another forceful drag of smoke, exhaling a cloud above them.

"Alright. So, that's why October is the best for you?" he guesses.

"Besides Halloween, yeah. The whole atmosphere and everything. I love all the classic movies they play on TV too." the calico chuckles.

"Oh, god. Where they take a ninety minute long movie, only to censor it and throw in enough commercials to stretch it into two hours?" he snorts, starting to notice he could see his breath in the air as the night grew later.

"The very kind. Used to watch them on that little tube TV I have in the basement. Really completed it for me." Sammy smirks, taking another drag off her cigarette, killing the majority of it by now.

"I watched them a bunch too. All the classic slashers. My parents didn't approve, but I always got away with it. Kinda neat to think about. The two of us, hundreds of miles apart, watching the same movie without knowing each other, probably on the same kind of night we're sharing right now. Cold and dark. All alone in our rooms, cuddled up under a blanket." Eric smiles, his hand sneaking over towards her, giving her thigh an affectionate stroking.

"A bit sappy, but cute, I'll admit." Sammy smiles back at the thought, finally plucking the last inch of the cigarette from her maw, dropping it to the ground.

Lifting her foot, she stomps down on the smoldering butt with her heavy boot, starting to grind the cigarette into a leafy dust, glancing up at Eric with a teasing grin. Meeting her stare, his cheeks grew flush, turning his head to look back up at the sky.

"So, yeah, movies." Eric clears his throat.

"Mhm." Sammy grins, laying her hand on top of his, petting at his soft skin.

With her smoke dissipating, the human was reminded of what she asked earlier. Lifting his nose into the air, he took in a breath of the now clean air, sniffing at the scent of burning leaves and the almost spicy aroma of flaming logs and kindling being pumped out of chimneys and into the breeze.

"Mmm, I see what you mean." he comments, taking another sniff of autumn's signature scent, now noticing the smell of pine trees that stood tall in her neighbor's yard and the strangely pleasant notes that arose from a pile of decaying leaves that were raked up at the foot of the sidewalk.

"Nice, right?" she smiles, wishing she was wearing her wool cap, her ears growing a bit cold.

"Very." he smiles back.

He sat back in his seat, looking over at his girlfriend, a mutual happiness now between them, glad he could pull her back into a more pleasant mood. Seeing her ears starting to twitch and fold into themselves, he reached over and took them back into his hands, warming them up with his warm flesh. The sounds of heavy metal, which had taken on a more ambient level of noise to him, faded as the current song ended. Expecting more of the same, he was surprised at the final track on the tape. Instead of the booming, marching kicks of a bass drum and dueling guitars, he instead heard a bass heavy reverb of a synthesizer, followed by a repetitive and enjoyable beat of electric drums.

"Uh, did you add this one by accident?" Eric asks, pointing out the sharp change in the mix's mood.

"Hmm?" Sammy replies, turning her head towards him.

A deep, female voice began to vocalize over the music in a harmonizing hum.

"Oh, that. Don't you recognize it?" Sammy quizzed.

Eric listened for a moment, hoping the lyrics might help him. So far, all he'd been able to catch was, "goodbye horses", which he couldn't place.

"Alright, I give up." he concedes, returning her look for an answer.

"It's from the Buffalo Bill dance scene in Silence of the Lambs. Goodbye Horses by Q Lazzarus. One of the few songs she ever made." Sammy answers, starting to tap the heel of her boot to the beat of the song.

"Huh. Never really noticed the music from that scene, I guess. Didn't think it was a female singer either." he shakes his head, thrown off by the husky, contralto tone of the singer's voice.

"Yeah. She disappeared without a trace too. Kind of creepy, I guess." Sammy adds.

"Damn. Hope nothing bad happened to her." Eric nods, listening to more of the song.

"I hope not. Wish she made more. I quite like this song. A lot." she admits, smiling softly as she listened to the familiar song she'd heard countless times.

The human sat and kept his eyes on the feline, watching her quietly rock side to side, tail swaying behind her as she focused on the music. He started to get an idea. A bit of an odd one, but one worth trying. Eric stood up and stretched out, working through the kinks and tightness he'd gotten from being seated for nearly two hours.

"What's up?" Sammy hums, perfectly relaxed, giving her boyfriend a quizzical look as he offered a hand.

Eric smiled and kept his arm outstretched, waiting for her response.

"You serious?" she raised a brow, faint smirk flashing over her lips.

He nods. It was something she didn't do much, stemming from a combination of never having any opportunities to do so and not exactly wanting to.

"Fine." she sighs, reaching up, taking the hand of his, who tugs her up from the chair.

Keeping his hand on hers, he lifts their arms into the arm, sliding the other around her waist, pulling her in close against himself, flashing her another smile.

"I don't do this." Sammy states, the chains hanging from her belt clinking together as Eric began to rock her hips, doing the same with his.

"It's okay. Just follow me." he assures, gingerly stepping one foot back, leading her with him.

Eric swung the calico side to side, the both of them doing their best to keep in time with the song's structure and rhythm. Dancing was never something Sammy tended to enjoy. She'd rather be head-banging at a concert, instead of doing the Waltz in a ballroom. It was a tad too formal for her, especially with the song selection. She could appreciate the gesture, but it proved to be too odd.

"I'm not good at this." Sammy complains, that layer of makeup hiding the redness in her cheeks.

"You're doing fine." he complimented, keeping a firm hold of her waist, in case she tripped with those cumbersome boots she wore.

"Let's do it a different way." the cat suggests, accidentally stepping on his toe.

"How do you dance to this, exactly?" he hummed, interested in her idea.

"Well, the correct way seems to be down in a basement, in front of a camera, cross-dressing, and with your wiener tucked between your legs, at least that's how it was in the movie. How about we just ditch this 'stick-up-the-ass' approach?" she offers, dropping his hand.

"Maybe I could do that for you later." he teases, nodding at her idea.

Sammy closes that small gap between them, taking her arms around his waist, weaving her fingers together, chin resting on his shoulder. She then continued their, "dance", if you could even call it that, swaying her hips in time with his, shifting their shoulders back and forth.

"This is better." Eric comments, mirroring her position, his nose poking her in the neck, quietly sniffing at her fur.

"Told you." Sammy replies, her eyes starting to shut, cheeks blushing as they danced.

Eric laughed to himself, holding her against him.

"I know you're blushing." he chuckles.

"Am not." she growled.

"I can feel the heat off your cheeks." he claims, keeping up with her pace and rhythm.

"What? I hate dancing, okay?" Sammy grumbles, slowing her dance.

"Relax. No one is watching. We both know how empty the streets are. Just be calm, listen to the song, and let your body take over." he purrs, keeping her previous speed, encouraging her to continue.

Sighing, she nods, listening to one of her favorite songs. It was the one that got her into synth-pop and really just synth-based music in general. The computerized instruments that couldn't be perfectly replicated with existing ones. The catchy and even sometimes slow and soothing melodies. Those odd lyrics and wonderful vocals. When she was having issues sleeping, she'd sometimes listen to the song, getting lost in the hypnotic drum loops and the sustained notes sung by the woman. It was still hard to put her finger on what it was exactly that gave it such a tranquil vibe and aura.

"Goodbye hoooooorseeeees. I'm flying over yoooooooou." she soon found herself singing along, which Eric hadn't expected.

The feline couldn't match that deeper, lower pitch the singer perfectly hit. Instead, she sang at a slightly higher pitch than her own speaking voice normally provided. She wasn't much of a singer, but knew how to hold a note. With the vocalist's talented voice backing the feline's, she continued to sing, the contrasting pitches providing a lovely harmony that Eric was joyful to listen to. Odd lyrics as they were, not making any sense to him, he found it pacifying to hear, along with exciting to hear her sing at all.

"I'm flying, flying, flying over yooooouuuu." the feline continued, eyes shut, growing more lethargic in his arms, relying on him to keep her upright, after a while.

To his sadness, there wasn't much song left for her to sing. That being said, the ending did contain a quivering, maintained voicing that rose and rose in pitch, until it reached a final crescendo, which Sammy perfectly delivered, something not even she expected. At last, the song came to an end, the drums and synth slowly fading into silence, while the couple's dancing followed, gradually coming to a stop under the moonlight.

"You never told me you could sing." Eric smiles, scratching at her neck.

"I can't. I just took chorus in middle school. Only cause it was an elective and basically a blow off class." she explains, that blush never leaving her face, though she did find herself more comfortable as long as she stayed in his arms.

"Well, your voice is beautiful. Like you." he coos.

Expecting another eye roll, he instead received a sudden kiss from the cat, who snapped her head forward, their lips colliding, her arms tightening around his back. Eric returned the kiss, giving the back of her ear a loving rub with the underside of his thumb.

It was the sign that he'd done well. Pulling her out of that pit of sadness and worry. Keeping her spirits up and alive.

His eyes shot up, catching the neighbor's front lights flicking off. Sammy opens her eyelids, spotting the house across the street doing the same, the both of them watching as each home shut off their patio lights, soon bathing the empty street in darkness. With her impeccable timing, the mixtape came to its end as well, stopping with a sharp click.

"Guess trick-r-treating is over." Eric states, reluctantly breaking their kiss.

Sammy looked up and down the streets, wearing a blank expression on her painted face.

"I guess so." she exhales, receiving another hug from Eric.

She turns to him, giving him another kiss on the lips.

"I think that was one of the better ones I've had too." she quietly smiles.

"I'm very glad to hear you say that." he smiles back, now noticing how her tail had wrapped around his thigh during their dance.

"I know a way to make it even better." she purrs, kissing him again.

"Yeah? Care to show me?" he asks, letting the kiss linger another moment.

"Mhm. Let's get back downstairs. I'll worry about all this stuff tomorrow." she nods, finally breaking away from him.

"Sounds good." he grins, curious what she had up her sleeve.

The both of them turn and head back up the porch, Eric clutching the now empty bowl of candy. She left the stereo out for now, knowing her parents would be back soon to help clean up. They step back inside, passing their pumpkins that sat on the steps, the candles inside long since extinguished.

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Her hair stood on end, the furry backside of her nude body craned into the air, tail whipping back and forth. The girl kept her muzzle buried into her pillow as she stayed on her knees, fingers clawing over the surface of the comforter that covered her mattress. The costume she wore was now tossed on the ground, leaving her body completely naked for the human to tease.

"Never thought you'd like this so much." Eric smiled, lowering the hairbrush between her shoulder blades, before he slowly and firmly pulled back, dragging the stiff bristles through her fur, traveling down along her spine.

Sammy could only muster a trill-like purr, unable to formulate words or control her voice as the crippling purring took over her throat. Normally, she'd fight and struggle to keep the signature sound hidden, seeing it as a sign of submission and weakness. It was only after she'd been with Eric for so long that she'd allow that wall of hers to fall. She hadn't been properly groomed like this in ages. The only way she could even come close was to use a brush specifically designed for a single person to use, one that was mounted to the wall, which allowed her to rub up against it. This would get the job done, but was nowhere near as intimate and sensual as having someone else do it for you. It was more than a need to keep the fur dander free and clean, but a way to show someone affection and trust.

"Wish you suggested this a long time ago." he chuckles, constantly tilting his head back to dodge her sweeping tail that shot up into the air each time he reached the base of it.

He was excited when Sammy had stripped down in front of him, but was quickly skeptical when she handed him a hairbrush. It wasn't long for him to understand the effect and impact it had upon the feline, watching her turn into a purring, needy, kitty. It was strange seeing her so subdued and entranced. The brush she had given him was wide and thin, the wooden surface covered with long spines and bristles, each straight shaft coming to an abrupt angle, forming a loose hook. The shape and length of the teeth allowed it to penetrate deep through her fur, capturing any loose or dead strand of hair, while also stroking and massaging her skin with the unsharpened bristles.

After spending five minutes stroking and combing through the thicker fur on her back, he gave her rear a few pets as well, giving quick, sharp tugs of the brush over her backside, earning another series of flicks of her tail. Whenever her tail raised, she'd inadvertently flash him her rarely seen orifice, feeling his skin flush at the sight of her cute, snug, tailhole. He'd given her sex so much attention, that he felt a need to explore more exotic areas. Of course, he hadn't explicitly asked to just yet. Perhaps in the future. Nothing good could come from doing such a thing when she was in the most affectionate and submissive state he'd ever seen her, finding it would be wrong to betray that trust.

Eric took hold of her ankle, gently guiding her leg back towards him, the feline keeping her balance on one knee, her arms laying above her head. He then swiped the brush down over her thigh, working it through the multicolored fur, tracing along her hamstring, dragging the brush behind her knee and over her calf. He stopped once he reached his own fingers that held her ankle, staring at her toes that wiggled and fanned apart, seeing how they reacted to his actions. As they squirmed, he pressed his nose into her toes, giving them a light sniff, inhaling the enjoyably mild scent they contained, after being kept inside those heavy boots for so long. Since it was obviously colder out, the boots helped keep them warm, but not sweaty, leaving them with pleasantly light aroma with hints of the curious leather scent as well. He kissed over their undersides, poking his tongue between them too, licking at the marginally damp fur that was hidden in the gaps, even taking the very tips of two of her toes into his mouth for a tender suck. Gradually, he slipped them deeper into his maw, his tongue sliding around each digit, even over her claws, which did nothing to harm him. After he let them fall from his mouth, her fur a shade darker from his saliva, he peppered her sole with kisses, constantly sniffing along her paw as well. When he finished, he grinned and lifted the brush, pressing the bristles against her pad, slowly dragging it over the black pawpad. She reacted quickly with an exhale through her nostrils and a squealing purr, toes curling inwards to protect her paw as she pulled her leg back.

"Hmm, is someone hiding that they actually are ticklish?" he teases, having never gotten a reaction like that before.

The feline couldn't answer with those purrs clogging her vocal cords. As she pulled her leg back, she bent her head inwards and toppled to her side in a half somersault. Now on her back, she lifted her limbs into the air, bending and slowly kicking her legs, clenching her hands into fists, kneading the open air, those vibrations pouring passed her lips as she stared up at him, pupils wide in the dark. She stared into his eyes, her blue irises now thin slits around her dilated pupils, her tail furiously whipping between her legs, knees bent, toes clenching to wrinkle her soles as well. It was the most precious thing he'd ever seen.

"God, you're beautiful." he sighs, leaning over her, carefully pressing the hairbrush under her neck, starting to maneuver it between her breasts.

Her purrs started to shift from long and drawn out into more rapid murmurs. It wasn't clear if it was because of the locations he was now combing over or something else. As the brush made its way between the little cleavage her chest had, he reached her belly, starting to turn the brush as if he was doing calligraphy, brushing her tummy with small circles and wavy lines. Once he left her belly, he eyed her sex, staring at the pink folds of her slit. Despite having a naked, purring cat laying on her back in front of him, he didn't have the desire to perform any kind of obscene act with her. It was as if the salacious nature of his usual temptations would forsake the innocent, playful, sentimental mood they were sharing. To him, this was more visceral and romantic, than another bout of rutting could ever be.

Taking the ankle of her other leg, he lifted her foot, setting it down on his shoulder as he held her leg in place, sweeping the brush against the inside of her thigh, dragging it upwards towards himself. Sammy panted and limply dropped her arms to her sides, balling up her fists, taking handfuls of the comforter, claws poking into the fabric. He repeatedly scratched over her thigh, turning his head to the side, pressing his nose into her warm, soft, furry paw, sniffing at her sole and toes, giving it slow, loving kisses. Poking his tongue past his lips, he lazily licked over that leather pad, even sucking on it for good measure. His worship was much slower than usual. It wasn't that he was less enthused, but that he seemed to be matching her demeanor. More withdrawn and docile. His nose stayed between her toes, continuously huffing her alluring musk as he passionately kissed her foot, giving it a flick or two of his tongue at times.

Switching to the other side of her leg, he began to take more strokes with the brush, now keeping her wiggling toes safe inside the warm confides of his mouth, happily sucking on her long, furry digits, keeping eye contact with the purring beauty that laid before him. His tongue cupped the padded underside of each toe, constantly pumping forward and back, wiping his taste buds against the textured pad, licking them clean of what little perspiration were to be found there. He was lucky that she was such a clean cat, never having to worry about her hygiene beforehand. With the state the basement was usually in, one wouldn't think this would be the case.

Eric sets her leg back down on the bed, stealing another glance of her saliva coated toes, before he scoots up towards her. Setting the brush aside, he lays down beside her, smiling at her as she stared at him, gritting her teeth as she purred, quickly rolling over to him, nuzzling her snout into his neck. Chuckling, he inched her back, taking her chin in his palm as he began to scratch through the short fur, giving attention to that particularly sensitive zone of hers. Sammy's eyes rolled back, whiskers hiking into the air as she stuck her jaw forward, even grinding back down against his fingernails, ears flicking as well. He doubled his efforts, really scratching at her jaw, raking his fingers through her fur, attacking the area, feeling the vibrations of her purring. It was proving to be too much for Sammy to handle, over-stimulated, her tail thrashing beneath her. She signaled for him to stop in the only way she knew how. Snapping her head back, she shot forward, giving the top of his hand a bite, pinching his skin between her incisors. Even in the state she was in, Sammy didn't bite him particularly hard.

"Alright, I'll stop." Eric laughed, shaking off her love bite, pulling his hands away from the nibbling feline.

It took her a moment to regain her composure, though she was still purring like a motorboat.

"Come here, cutie." he smiled, sliding his arm under her, guiding her to slump against his shoulder.

She obeyed, body tingling, feeling lightheaded. Cradling her in his arms, he pushed her muzzle back into the crook of his neck, while he stroked her cheek, kissing her on the forehead. Their blanket was bundled up beside them, not needing it right now, but keeping it in reach for when the chilly October temperature crept into the basement. As for now, he could feel the heat radiating off her furry body, sharing their body warmth, enjoying the feel of her fur against his bare skin.

"I love you, Sammy." he whispered, returning to petting her ears, warming their tips.

He knew that if her purrs weren't gripping and paralyzing her vocal cords, she'd instantly respond. Instead, that soft nibbling against his neck was sign enough. Eric rocked her in his arms, scratching his fingers over her back.

It was the perfect way to end the night. An ending she needed and deserved. He could only hope that next Halloween would be even more impeccable.

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