Halloween II
Story by Muskwalker on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
The streets were fuller than usual this Halloween—not quite to the point of crowdedness, but enough that the houses were definitely skimping on the handouts, trying to make their stocks of candy last the night.
It was just me and Mattock making the rounds tonight; Darkwater had stayed home to man the front door. His curious insistence on being allowed to do so made me wonder how he planned on making money out of it.
I'd tried to talk my roo into matching costumes, because—well, honestly, isn't that half the point of going trick-or-treating with one of your mates? We'd actually floated a few ideas but couldn't agree on anything. I guess that's to be expected; I didn’t want to do anything generic, but we don't share a lot of pop culture in common—it's Darkwater that I do the weekend YouTube/Netflix binges with, and Matty's not really a cartoons kind of guy.
“Trick or treat!"
The weasel in the scowling witch mask looked at us with a contempt that transcended the natural expression of the prosthetic. “I remember when Halloween was about kids knocking on doors," he said.
I shrugged. “Well, I could change my age, but if I did that it would severely limit my options for fun, if you know what I mean. Anyway, magic's cheating." (Mattock harrumphed behind me.)
The witch weasel’s scowl managed to deepen even further. “Whatever. Why would you go out as an aerobics instructor? You’re a little tubby for the part."
“Aerob—" I sputtered. “I’m a Crystal Gem, obviously."
“I dunno…" he said, trailing off skeptically.
“Ugh," I said, holding out the pillowcase I’d been collecting in. “Trick or treat."
He dropped a couple of Mary Janes in (honestly!) and turned to shut the door.
“Hey, don’t forget about me," Mattock said, fading slightly out of his invisibility, enough to look appropriately ghostly in his demon suit.
The weasel stopped and opened the door again. “Now, see, that’s how you do Halloween." My kangaroo was rewarded with a rather large handful of candy bars.
“I said magic’s cheating, didn’t I?"
The door slammed shut.
Mattock and I walked on to the next house. “Only you think it’s cheating, and that’s only because you don’t really have any of your own."
“You’re welcome!"
“Not anything you did." He knocked at the door, which was answered by a gorilla in a diving helmet.
“Trick or treat!"
Atomic fireballs and little religious pamphlets. (“Are you in Hell? Do you need out?")
Mattock grumbled at the handout and tossed the tract aside as we moved on. “Honestly."
The next house was Pollux'. The front door was open and a tiger in a tanuki suit was venturing in.
“Haunted house this year?" I asked.
“Looks like it."
And then we got closer, … and it didn’t.
The inside of the house was devoid of the big polar bear’s comfortable furniture; it looked like an empty, open cave, lit by the red glow of unseen flames.
And there was wailing that sounded far more alive than the tortured screams of haunting ghosts.
It reminded me of Pollux.
The tanuki tiger ahead of us disappeared into a brightly-lit passage, the shimmer of heated air visible around him.
“Oh, this does look fun," Mattock said, taking my paw. “Will you abandon all hope with me, skunk?"
We passed deeper into the cave.
It was several chambers later when we decided there was no way this cavern could overlap with the normal space Pollux' house took up. We'd already lost sight of the tiger we'd followed in.
“I hope Pollux is okay," I said. “I know he's been having trouble with the big holidays lately…"
“You'd think if he'd gone to all this trouble, he'd've put a little more fun on the way down."
“Somebody called for fun?" A tall, chunky demon was standing behind us, quite naked and showing at least a foot and a half of… readiness for fun sticking out from under his muscular belly.
“Now that's what I'm talking about!"
Mattock went up to him, stroking that thick shaft by way of greeting. The stranger put his arm around him, and red roo and red demon disappeared in a poorly-composited puff of smoke.
“Just leave a guy alone, why don't ya," I said.
“Alone, you say? Can't be having that!"
A purple imp was hovering over my shoulder, less than half my height but more than making up for it in roundness. “I suppose you were looking for some fun as well?"
“Erhm…" I said. “I thought I was, but when you put it that way…"
“What way?"
“…like there's fine print and consequences."
It gave me a surprisingly clear does-it-look-like-it's-a-cold-day-in-hell smirk. “Everything has consequences."
“Negative consequences, I mean."
“It is quite literally my job to make you forget about those. Speaking of which… let's give you a workout…"
“I’m not an aerobics instructor!"
“Whatever." The imp shook some sparks out of the air and my thoughts instantly fogged over.
I smelled thick musk.
My dick stiffened against the front of the diaper I was wearing (because yes, accidents know no holidays).
I was hungry for sex.
“That's better, isn't it?"
The imp was hovering in front of my face now, and half of me wanted to grab it and shove my dick under its little spade tail.
The other half wanted to shove my dick in its little fanged face.
Consequences, I thought, trying to focus through the distraction. But what could actually go wrong?
The imp ripped off my leotard with a slash of its trident. It dove through the air and pulled down the front of my diaper, sliding its tongue along my musky length. I gripped its shoulders and tried to guide its mouth onto my dick, when the room around us changed in a flash.
The new room was a lot darker, a lot hotter, and a lot more crowded. Through the haze in the air I could see I was atop a mound of bodies stretched wall to wall, writhing against and into each other.
(But if I moved my head just a certain way, all I could see was fire.)
Either way, a large patch of white and red was visible on a far wall. Pollux?
The imp's mouth started working over my cock, and my attention travelled downwards. Rrr-rrf it was good. I tousled its messy headfur for a bit before grabbing it with both paws and starting to fuck it properly.
We started sinking into the mass of bodies as they moved beneath us, many paws reaching over us and exploring our bodies. It wasn't long before I had a thick shaft in my own mouth, coating my tongue with the taste of arousal and others' holes.
The scents of sex and sweat were pervasive.
And then I felt I was starting to lose myself in the press. Not as if I were just succumbing to the fun, but actually as if I were dissolving into the others.
I became aware that all the others around me were starting to show demonic aspects as well—even Mattock, somewhere on the edge of the crowd—cruel eyes and sneers watching me as all sensation in my paws faded.
I wanted to move.
I knew I ought to.
But the imp at my cock did something amazing with its tongue along the underside of my glans that made my whole body quake, and I knew I didn't have the willpower to stop it.
And then that thick cock in my muzzle started flooding it with sour piss, forcing me to swallow it down. The scent and aroma were intense, but it still wasn't enough to get me off.
And then I felt something massive plunging up under my tail, stretching it wider than I'd had done in a long time. It couldn't believe it was a dick—maybe it was an arm?—no, arms don't throb like that—at any rate, it quickly brought my body to that ecstatic tension you get just before release…
…and held me there, an inch from orgasm, as more and more of my body kept fading away.
It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, really. It was kind of freeing, not to have to worry about anything besides my dick being sucked, my ass being stretched, and my throat being used.
I rode the orgasmic high uninterrupted till the dick that was feeding me pulled out, its owner finally having drained out its bladder.
As he moved aside, I caught another glimpse of the white-and-red figure across the room, swarmed by demons.
It absolutely was Pollux. Covered in—
The imp slid its mouth off my cock, turned around, and slammed its tight rump down my shaft, immediately forcing my climax. As I gasped out my release, another demon took the place of the first at my muzzle, sliding a heavy equine shaft down my throat.
I couldn't breathe, but by this point I didn't need to.
I felt the imp grow heavier on my hips as it filled with my cum—a torrent of seed that seemed to be firing without end.
It was distracting.
The horse demon started pounding deep into my face, each thrust dragging my thoughts out of… something important and into sex that… didn't really have to stop…
What was that about Pollux?
(The slam of a dick down my muzzle reminds me of how good it is to be used.)
I tried to get them off me so I could see what was going on, but my phantom limbs failed to connect with anything.
It hadn't just looked like Pollux was bleeding. It had looked like he'd been ripped open.
(The grind of hips on rump, reminding me of how good it is to serve.)
I tried to move at all, but I had nothing to move.
How could I have even failed to notice?
Help, I thought. Pollux needs help. I… I need help too.
The mass stretching my hole open started to pulse with climax—that monstrous shaft, thicker than my thigh. The resulting blast shattered my thoughts altogether.
I woke in the dark, my ass still hurting. Wherever I was, it stank of blood and shit. I tried to get up and reach for a light, but apparently my body was still AWOL.
Still, they'd left me my mouth, so I could at least call out for help.
Help was a long time coming. I wore out my poor sore throat in calling for anyone to come find me, and was more than hoarse by the time I heard someone banging down a door.
The moon and dim streetlamps illuminated the figure of Pollux' neighbor, the big gorilla finding the lights and yelping at the scene that appeared.
Pollux was slumped against the far wall. He'd dyed his beard blond, and a large pair of horns were attached to his head, but he was otherwise entirely naked. The hefty icebear's gut was indeed sliced open, his oversized entrails surrounding him in a bloody pile.
“Oh no…" The gorilla knelt down by him and held his head up, startled to find there was still life in him. “You didn't have to do this alone, snow poff…"
There was a weak whimper from the polar bear, and the gorilla leaned in to kiss him on the forehead. “The day's gone now, dear one. Take your rest."
The light faded from Pollux' eyes.
The gorilla came back in my direction and knelt at my side. “I see they've got you too. Will you be all right if I send you back to your last save?"
I nodded, which was apparently still possible for me. “But… is Pollux…"
“The holidays are hitting him too hard now," he said. “No more taking chances. I'm not going to leave him alone anymore. Don't you worry."
The gorilla's paw reached for my forehead, and I felt his leathery skin against my fur.
And in a moment my thoughts winked out.