Alex peered out the front window though most of it was occupied by decals of skeletons, bedsheet ghosts, and cartoon witches riding broomsticks. His breath lightly fogged the glass; it was a cold night, as it tended to be on Halloween. That didn't stop the legions of trick-or-treaters from coming by. He saw another cluster coming now, some of them with flashlights, one carrying an orange glowstick. He sighed and reached for the candy bowl.

Truth be told, Alex liked Halloween, or at least the aesthetic of it and the decorative aspects. The candy tended to hurt his teeth, but he liked to nibble on some chewy candies if there were any left over, which there tended to be.

Alex, whose species was so muddled that his learner's permit just said [i]Canine hybrid,[/i] opened the door to a chorus of "Trick or treat!" He had to smile. These were little kids, the oldest in the group couldn't have been more than twelve. Down the walkway he saw what seemed to be an adult or maybe a teenager like himself shepherding the little ones.

"Here you go," he said, filling plastic jack o'lanterns and colorful paper bags with fistfuls of candy. The little kids thanked him and then started off for the next house. Alex watched them go for a moment, then closed the door. He went back to frowning.

Off in the den, his father snorted, then went back to snoring. A triangle of empty beer cans stood on the coffee table nearby. At least he was passed out; he was such a pest when he was awake and drunk.

He saw another trick-or-treater coming. From a distance he thought he was looking at a little boy, with an older brother or dad nearby. Alex did not particularly care for modern movies, but he recognized the puff of orange hair and ostentatious clown suit of the most recent interpretation of Pennywise, the Dancing Clown. He had to smirk at that. This kid couldn't have been more than eleven - what business did they have dressing as a child-eating clown?

Once they were on their way up the driveway, Alex saw he was looking at a little girl - a bear to be precise. As he opened the door, he glanced out at the older bear down the walkway. The bear nodded in acknowledgment, but otherwise stood with his paws sunk into his pockets.

"Hello-o-o," the little clown said, grinning up at Alex. She had perfect white teeth, made especially brilliant by the red and white grease paint smeared on her snout. "Trick or treat!"

"Nice costume," Alex snorted. He reached into the bowl and dropped a handful of candy into her paper bag, which depicted the carved, smiling face of a jack o'lantern.

The girl glanced into her bag. She saw Tootsie Rolls, Starbursts, a couple of generic suckers. A frown creased her snout. "What is this, some kinda joke?"

Alex perked his ears and narrowed his eyes. A disbelieving smirk tugged at his mouth. "Are you serious? You should be glad you got anything at all."

She glared at him. Alex, who had a sister and so was used to little girls and their moods, glared back.

"Where's the candy bars?" the little bear scoffed. "This won't work, dude." She stepped inside, muscling past Alex who cried out at her to stop and dropped the bowl of candy. The bear was undeterred.

"The heck are you doing, kid?" Alex demanded. He knelt and started to pick up the candy, but he kept his eye on the bear. "You can't just come in here. Don't make me go get your dad."

"That's my brother, and he's not gonna stop me," the girl said, grinning devilishly. Her expression paired with her choice of costume gave her a quite unnerving appearance. She put her paws on Alex's shoulders and said lowly, "You're gonna give me something good to make up for this crappy candy."

He blinked. "I-, uh, what? You want an ice cream sandwich or something?"

"Nope," she said, and pushed him. Alex landed on his back with a yelp; dad snorted in the other room then went back to his droning snores. Giggling, the girl grabbed at Alex's crotch, unzipped his fly and popped the button.

The deftness of her gloved fingers startled him. "Wh-what the fuck are you doing?" he gasped. "Stop it, quit!"

"Shut up," she growled. She yanked down his jeans and his boxers too. Then her fingers closed around the modest flesh of his penis, blue in a way which complimented his dark blue coat. She gulped the flaccid flesh in her maw and Alex gasped, cringed, and balled his fingers into fists.

"Oh-, oh shit," he shuddered. "I-I have a girlfriend...!"

The bear glanced at him. She spat out his cock, which now was smeared with red and white grease paint. "I don't want a boyfriend," she said dryly. "Just some cum. So quit being a pansy."

She went down on him again. Alex had had his share of blowjobs before, all of varying levels of skill and confidence. This little bear in her evil clown costume had oral sex down to a science: he was stiff in mere seconds and leaking like a broken spigot. He murmured, more to himself than to her, "Wh-what about the other-, other trick-or-, oh, fuck, that feels so good..."

She snickered around his cock. She suckled and she bobbed, palming his scrotum, rubbing the tender run of his perineum. Alex bit his lip and pawed through the scattered candy. "Fu-u-uck, oh my god, this isn't right at all."

The small bear growled pleasantly. She pulled off a glove, reached under the skirt of her clown suit, and rubbed herself through her yellow panties - one of her favorite pairs, which had a pink butterfly on the seat. She gulped Alex down as far as his cock would go; he fit neatly in her short, squarish snout. Her tongue was broad and strong and it coiled around his shaft, tugged at him, made him whine and pant.

"Little girl, stop," Alex groaned. He arched his back and he knew he wasn't going to last for long. For once he hoped that was the case; he didn't want dad to wake up and he sure as hell didn't need some overeager witches and zombies and goblins letting themselves in. He murmured, "I-I can't believe this is happening, my girlfriend's gonna be so pissed at me..."

She felt further up the run of his taint. When her finger touched his anus, Alex shuddered and tensed, but the little bear pushed her finger into him anyway. He groaned and said, "Fuh-, fuck, you're so good at this, little girl, you're incredible."

Her digit curled inside of him. She gave a passable prostate massage but her slobbery jowls and big soft tongue were the stars of the show. Alex touched her head, avoiding the puff of her costume's hair, touching her cheek instead; the grease paint was already terribly smeared by the saliva anyway.

Dad snorted, coughed, and Alex sharply tensed. He hissed, "Oh, crap, my dad's waking up I think. Stop, you gotta stop, please-, oh, god. Oh shit." He cringed, stared into the den and watched the shadows dance as thrown by the TV, the only source of light in the room.

With a low whine, the unusual hybrid came. He shuddered deeply and he thought [i]at least if I get caught, I can say I got the best blowjob of my life first.[/i] The little girl gulped down his cum which came in thick and powerful spurts. He heard his father mumble something about another beer, but then the snoring resumed, and Alex exhaled a long and low sigh of relief. His body was trembling both with fear and pleasure.

There came a knock at the door. Alex flinched and gasped. The girl pulled her lips off of his cock and giggled. Her makeup was badly smeared; much of what had circled her mouth now discolored Alex's crotch. She growled and said, "That was better than a candy bar."

"Um-, uh, yeah, sure," Alex mumbled. He stood up but was so shaky that his legs gave out and he landed on his ass. The bear found this very amusing. The second time he got on his feet and pulled up his pants. Awkwardly he answered the door and dished out some candy. When the kids wandered off, he turned to the clown and said, "You need to go now."

But she grabbed the door and closed it. She grinned up at him and appeared even more unsettling with her makeup running and smeared. "Not yet, fucko. You ever eat pussy?"

[i]"What?"[/i]

"Bet you do," she growled. She pulled up her skirt and bared her panties to him. The split of her pussylips was sinfully apparent; vaginal wetness left them damp. "Come have a lick, dork. Or I'll ea-a-at you-u-u."

Although he was blushing and had his ears splayed flat, Alex grumbled, "Yeah, very funny." He looked out the front window and saw nobody around but the older brother. He huffed, said, "All right. Okay, fine!"

The girl snickered when Alex knelt down. She kept her skirt hiked high, baring her taut legs in snug white leggings and her smooth belly, but most importantly her panty-clad loins. The canine hybrid touched her hips in trembling fingers. He slowly pulled her panties down. When they inverted and clung to her cunt's lips, he shuddered and said, "J-jeez, you're wet..."

"I lo-o-ove sucking dick," the girl growled. "It gets me so wet. C'mon, dude, eat me."

He nuzzled into her loins. Her smell was thick, the humidity of her sex incredible. He shuddered and lapped, tongue sliding over thinly-furred labia, teasing at the pink just within. As he licked he grew steadily more comfortable and his fingers curled around her buttocks. They were so taut and round; he grumbled, swished his big brush of a tail. The girl moaned for him and let her skirt drop over his head. Alex was hemmed in, just him and her musky little pussy, and he was just fine with that.

"Good boy, dweeb," she giggled. She stroked his head through the ruffles of her costume. Had her skirt not been in the way she would have dug her fingers down into his ears. She settled for lazy rubs across his head.

Alex lost himself in her tight, young pussy. He was hard again, his grease paint-streaked cock stiffening under his jeans. His girlfriend was a distant thought and the little bear's pussy occupied most of his mind. He was already thinking of fucking her when she lifted the skirt and said, "Hey, loser, you got more trick-or-treaters."

"Um-, but-"

"Come on, dork," she snickered. When he stood she hugged him, and he hugged her back, awkwardly. "Come and see me sometime, dummy. I live on the cul-de-sac. Look for the Benz."

"Um... sure, yeah," Alex murmured, still hard. The little girl gave his cock a squeeze; he groaned and said, "Oh, fuck, please don't go yet."

She snickered again. "Don't act desperate, it's pathetic." She pulled him down by his shirt and pecked his lips. Alex tasted his own cum on her breath. It was strangely exciting.

When he opened the door to pass out candy, the little bear in her scary clown costume left. He watched her rejoin her brother, and the two bears walked on without so much as a glance back at Alex.