"Ugh, this sucks," complained Bear as he and Hunter walked down a road barely illuminated by the occasional street light. "Halloween is supposed to be awesome, but we're too old for trick-or-treating, and too young for all the fun adult parties."

Hunter stopped walking, causing the fennec the stop and turn around. The white-and-sky-blue ferret pondered for a moment, then grinned wickedly as he looked down at his much shorter friend.

"Y'know, if we can't ATTEND those parties, what d'ya say we CRASH 'em instead? If we can't be treated, why not pull off some tricks?"

"What kind of tricks?" Bear questioned, tilting his head to one side.

Hunter looked around for a moment, then spotted a cluster of tall bushes a few yards away from the street. He motioned for Bear to follow as he walked over to the bushes. The two ducked down, and Hunter revealed his plan in a hushed voice.

"Okay, don't freak out at what I'm about to do, okay?"

Bear looked concerned, but nodded tentatively, the diminutive fox unsure of what Hunter had in mind. Hunter closed his eyes, then his body went limp and collapsed onto the ground. Bear was startled as he watched his friend fall, but froze when he looked up and saw a pale blue, translucent version of the ferret hovering in front of him.

"What's the matter?" asked the spirit's slightly echoey voice with a smirk. "You look like you've just seen a ghost!"

Hunter cackled at his own lame joke. Bear shook his head and rubbed his eyes with his palms, but this wasn't a dream; he was really seeing this. He inhaled deeply before exhaling, accepting what had just occurred.

"Okay, so, what? You just killed yourself?"

"Pfffff, of course not," Hunter scoffed. "I'm actually half spirit, so this is just a thing I can do. I figure we can go scare the crap out of the people at those parties."

Bear arched an eyebrow skeptically.

"What do you mean, 'we'? I can't do that."

"No, but you could be the initiator. Get it in their heads that there's a real ghost, then I show up and spook 'em! That, or I could possess you."

Hunter flashed a wicked grin. Bear just rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, dude, it'll be fun! More fun than just complaining about how unfun it is to be 15."

"16. You're 15," Bear corrected. "Fine, whatever. But shouldn't we stop by your house and drop off your body or something?"

"Nah. It'd take too long, and it's not like anyone's gonna see it or anything. They'd probably just think it's Halloween decorations or something."

"Alright, let's go, then."

Hunter phased out until his form was completely invisible. Bear didn't even bother questioning it, and they headed down the street a bit more quickly now, eager to find the first party they could crash. The only sign that Hunter was still with him was the soft, excited giggling coming from beside him.

Just over two hours later, at nearly ten o'clock, a lone otter happened by the area where Hunter and Bear had made their plans for the night, grumbling to himself as he stared at his phone.

"Stupid hookup apps. Just 'cause I'm an otter doesn't mean I'm a cum dumpster. How is it so hard to find someone to fuck these days?"

Mocha shut off his phone and put it back into the pocket of his baggy shorts. Glancing around, he realized he'd been walking longer than he thought and had completely passed by his own neighborhood. With a sigh, he turned around to backtrack, but something caught his eye in the darkness. What looked like a white tail stuck out from behind some bushes. He cautiously approached, looking around to see if someone was trying to prank him. When he rounded the bushes, he pulled his phone out again and turned on the flashlight.

"What the fuck..." he uttered in a whisper.

Hunters body lay before him in a heap, completely motionless. Mocha knelt beside the body and pressed two fingers to its throat. No pulse. This kid was dead.

"Oh, fuck. I gotta call someone," Mocha said to himself, starting to panic a bit. "I gotta..."

He trailed off as his mind wandered. He SHOULD call someone, but perhaps not right away. Mocha placed his palm on Hunter's chest. Still warm, even through the shirt. Maybe he could take out his frustrations on this boy's corpse first. The thought surprised him, but excited him at the same time. The otter could already feel his loose shorts tenting as his canine-like cock slipped from its sheath. It had been months since his last fuck, and the blue balls were too much for him. Mocha turned off his phone's flashlight and glanced around in the darkness to see if anyone else might be nearby.

The street was completely empty for as far as he could see in any direction. With kids trick-or-treating in the suburbs and so many adults attending various parties, this neighborhood was all but abandoned. Mocha pulled Hunter's body further behind the bushes, just in case anyone did happen by. His heart pounded hard in his chest as he caressed Hunter's rear through the jeans he wore. He won't be needing these anymore, Mocha thought to himself as he grabbed the seam at the back with both hands and ripped it open, doing the same with Hunter's briefs once they were exposed.

The otter's hands slid under the fabric and rubbed over the furry ass beneath. Using his thumbs, he spread Hunter's cheeks. The faint light from the moon afforded him a glimpse of the teen's tight anus, pale blue in color. Mocha's breathing was heavy and short as his excitement grew. He quickly undid his shorts and pulled open the front of his boxers, exposing his engorged cock to the cool air of the autumn night. The red flesh throbbed in his hand as he guided it towards Hunter's unlubed entrance.

No going back now, he thought. His tip pressed against the puckered ring and he positioned himself over Hunter's body, placing his hands on either side of the lifeless corpse. He shoved his hips forward sharply and the ring relented a bit, allowing the very tip of his cock to enter. Mocha shuddered as his sensitive flesh was surrounded by warmth. He didn't think a dead body should be this warm, but he didn't really care about that at the moment. Another sharp thrust buried his length halfway into Hunter's anus. As his cock throbbed, it leaked pre, which helped lubricate the dry flesh for both parties.

Mocha pulled his cock back until only the tip remained inside, then thrust back in again. The lubrication from his pre was definitely helping it slide more easily, and each thrust he gave went a little deeper than the last. Soon his unswollen knot was slipping in and out as well, his hips smacking quietly against Hunter's as he hilted himself inside the teen's body repeatedly. Every few thrusts, his cock would spasm and more pre joined the rest. Hunter's passage was very slick now, and Mocha moaned softly as his cock became more sensitive, shivers running up his spine. He sped up his motions, feeling a desperate desire to cum.

About a block down the road, Bear and Hunter's spirit were returning from their pranking spree, laughing.

"I still can't believe you possessed that goat just to have him punch an elephant, dude. The look on his face when you ejected was hilarious!"

"Yeah, that was a lot of fun," Hunter said, floating on his back.

Bear's large ears twitched and he stopped.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, trying to locate the source of the sound he heard.

"Hear what? You're the one with satellite dishes for ears."

"I'm punching you once you're back in your body," Bear said with a mock scowl.

The fennec rotated his ears and focused on where the sound was coming from. They were fairly close to it, but it was very faint.

"It sounds like... Heavy breathing? And a kind of wet, rhythmic sound."

"Wet, rhythmic.. Dammit!"

Hunter took off in the direction of where he'd left his body, with Bear attempting to keep up. Once they got within a few yards of the bushes, Hunter stopped and motioned for Bear to stay low and quiet. Sticking to the shadows, they slowly approached the bushes. Both were stunned at what they saw; an otter on top of Hunter's body, Hunter's pants torn open in the back, and the otter's cock steadily ramming into Hunter's tight anus. Bear looked at Hunter and made a phone motion with his hand, mouthing silently that they should call the police, but Hunter shook his head. He had another idea.

Mocha's knot swelled at the base of his cock, smacking into Hunter's anus with every thrust, desperate for entry. As he panted and groaned, he remained oblivious to the mustelid spirit sneaking up behind him. Hunter thrust his arm forward, his hand disappearing into Mocha's head. Mocha's thrusts immediately stopped. Hunter removed his hand and the otter fell backwards, his cock popping out of Hunter's ass and shrinking back into its sheath. Bear approached and looked down at the otter.

"Aw, geez, did you kill him?"

"No, I just disabled his motor functions and libido temporarily. He can still see and hear us. If this freak thinks he can have sex with my defenseless body, then I say we return the favor."

"Dude, what? No way! You know I'm straight!"

"Just use his mouth, then. Not like you'd be able to tell the difference."

"I know he's a guy. I couldn't even get a boner if I wanted to."

Hunter reached out and stuck his hand into Bear's head. The fennec's body went rigid, then relaxed once Hunter removed his hand. Bear felt his pants growing tight and glared at the hovering spirit.

"What did you just do?"

Hunter grinned a comically wide grin.

"Oh, not much... I just cranked up your libido, that's all. So you can either join in the fun, or you can go home and let your parents see that tent you're sporting."

Bear looked down at his crotch, which was indeed bulged out. His cock had fully slipped out of his sheath and was rock hard. Though only about three inches in length, it was a pretty decent size for such a small fox, and it strained against the fabric of his pants. That, combined with the aching he felt in his balls, forced him to concede.

"Okay, fine, just flip him over so I don't have to be reminded that he's a he."

Hunter smirked and grabbed onto Mocha, rolling him over so he lay on his stomach. The otter didn't want what was coming, but he couldn't move anything except his eyes. There was no way for him to resist these teens. He watched as Bear undid the fly of his pants and knelt on the ground before pushing his pants down to his knees.

Behind Mocha, Hunter was about to re-enter his body, then changed his mind. Doing it as a spirit would be way more fun, he thought. It would also give his abused body time to recover. Concentrating hard, Hunter was able to make a ghostly erection form on the lower half of his spirit form. It resembled his real one, being humanoid in shape with uncut foreskin, but the glans was blue instead of pink; even bluer than the rest of his spirit form. A set of phantom balls hung down below it.

Bear grabbed Mocha's maw and pried it open with a sigh as he looked into the otter's eyes. He couldn't believe he was about to orally rape some guy, but the pain in his groin reminded him of why he was. He slipped his canine cock into Mocha's mouth, letting it rest on his tongue, then carefully closed the adult male's mouth around it. Bear couldn't deny that it felt nice. Having the heat of Mocha's breath wash over his cock as well as his crotch was amplified by the soft wetness of the tongue on the underside. He braced himself by placing his hands on Mocha's shoulders, then began slowly thrusting his cock in and out of the man's muzzle, taking care not to scrape the sensitive flesh against his teeth.

Mocha was extremely annoyed, even though he couldn't express such. He'd wanted a tight ass around his dick tonight, but now some teenager was fucking his mouth against his will. He came to the realization that he probably deserved this, given that he had been fucking that dead kid's ass before. He was starting to think he should've just stayed home and jerked off when he suddenly felt a searing pain in his ass. He wanted to look behind him, but he couldn't. Not that there was a need to, anyway. He knew it must be that ferret that was now raping his backside. He also couldn't scream out, so he breathed heavily and quickly through his nose in an effort to make the pain subside.

Bear noticed the change in Mocha's breathing, but was unphased as he continued thrusting into his mouth. He was really beginning to enjoy the feeling of that tongue as his cock rubbed over its slightly textured surface. Behind Mocha, Hunter was pounding away at the otter's ass. He figured he shouldn't show this pervert any mercy for what he'd done. Even though he was outside of his body, Hunter was still feeling pleasure from his ghostly cock. It was different, though. He couldn't really feel any pressure or resistance, despite the fact that there was plenty of both. All he felt was wave after wave of tingling sensations, and the rhythmic smacking of his balls against Mocha's taint.

Pre leaked from Bear's cock tip and pooled onto Mocha's tongue. Bear's knot was now starting to swell at the base of his cock, bumping into the otter's lips with each thrust. He was panting now, and soft moans escaped his throat as he felt that tongue push against the underside of his cock, stroking its length. It took him a few thrusts to realize that wasn't right.

"Hey, Hunter, I think he's starting to regain control. He's moving his tongue."

Hunter leaned down close to Mocha's ear, still pounding away at his ass.

"No teeth," he whispered. "If my friend feels anything other than tongue, I'll do a lot worse to you than this."

Mocha knew he was in no position to resist this spirit, so he resigned himself to lapping at the fennec's erection as his muzzle and ass continued to be fucked. He started getting more into it, but told himself he was just trying to get it over with as quickly as he could. His tongue danced over the fox cock, flicking at the tip and wrapping around the length. Occasionally, it would poke out and lick at the now swollen knot that kept smacking into his nose. Mocha swallowed the pre that flowed from the tip since he couldn't do much else.

The pain in his ass was subsiding, and he even started to feel pleasure from it. No! He couldn't be enjoying this! His body was betraying his own mind, though he still was unable to regain an erection, the spirit's lock on his mind physically preventing it. Bear panted heavily as pressure built in his loins. His thrusts were now faster and more erratic than before, and Mocha knew what was about to happen. Bear slammed his hips against the otter's snout and hilted himself, knot and all, inside that hot muzzle.

"Oh, fuuuuuck," he cried out as his orgasm hit.

Thick globs of fox cum splattered Mocha's palate and throat. The otter swallowed, not even thinking about what he was doing, but just focusing on keeping his airway clear. Bear shivered as the spasms of his cock dribbled the last few drops of cum into Mocha's muzzle. Although finished, he didn't pull back, keeping his knotted member inside. Mocha's nose was pressed firmly against the fennec's groin, and he had no choice but to breathe it in as his backside continued to be slammed. Hunter picked up the pace even more, now that Bear had already cum.

The slapping of the ferret's balls against Mocha's ass was the only sound other than Bear's heavy breathing as the young fox reveled in his afterglow. Hunter took hold of Mocha's thick tail and hugged it against his ghostly chest. The leverage allowed him to penetrate slightly deeper. The tingling waves washed over him almost constantly. He could tell he was about to have his first orgasm in his spirit form. After a few more thrusts, Hunter hilted himself as deeply as he could into Mocha and moaned loudly as he came. Mocha breathed heavily as his ass was filled. He thought that maybe now his humiliation could end.

"Fuck, that felt great," Hunter stated. "How was it on your end?"

"I can't deny that it felt good, and at least my balls don't hurt now. I'm gonna head home."

"Later, dude. I'm gonna finish up here and then go home, myself."

Bear pulled his cock free of Mocha's muzzle, traces of his cum running down the otter's lower jaw. He stood up, pulled up his pants, then walked off somewhat shakily into the dark. Mocha huffed as he felt Hunter's cock pop out of his tight ass. Ectoplasmic cum, thick and glowing a bright white, dribbled down from his anus, pooling onto his taint and balls.

"You're lucky I'm not turning you in, you know. I'm sure the cops would love that, but I think you've suffered enough for tonight."

Tonight? Mocha didn't like the addition of that word.

"Although, there is one more thing I can do to you before I go," Hunter said as he flipped the otter onto his back. A wet spot at the opening of Mocha's sheath told him what he wanted to know.

"Enjoyed yourself, eh? I guess you earned this."

Hunter lowered himself to just above the ground, hovering over Mocha. With a grin, he put his hand once again inside the adult, but just above the crotch this time. His armed moved around a bit, seemingly searching for something. A nasal gasp from Mocha let him know he'd found what he wanted: the otter's prostate. Hunter rubbed it from the inside with his ghostly hand, causing Mocha to breathe heavily through his nose. The pleasure he felt was intense, and it was relentless. Hunter's rubbing turned to light squeezing and tweaking. Mocha's breathing became ragged and inconsistent. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, he still couldn't get an erection. He mentally cursed this spirit as he felt his orgasm build very quickly.

His body essentially paralyzed, Mocha could only watch the ferret's wicked grin as his prostate was assaulted from within. It didn't take long before he climaxed, a muffled grunt escaping his throat, his breathing harder than ever as his balls pulled up tight to his groin and released their load. Since his cock was flaccid inside his sheath, all Hunter could see was a few twitches followed by the otter's cum oozing and seeping from the opening in the tip. The ferret chuckled as he watched the fluid dribble down Mocha's sheath and pool on his crotch just below the bottom of his shirt.

"I'm gonna go now. Best keep yourself outta trouble, or I might have to track you down and punish you again."

Hunter phased back into his physical body and stood up. His ass stung, but only dully. The cool breeze reminded him that his pants and underwear had been ripped open. He'd have to figure out how to explain that to his parents later. Kneeling beside Mocha, he looked into the otter's eyes. He could tell Mocha was concerned about being left alone in this condition.

"Don't worry. You'll get full control of your limbs back in about half an hour or so. Until then, just relax and enjoy the view of all those pretty stars. Happy Halloween, creep."

Hunter laughed as he stood back up and walked off toward his house. Mocha stared up at the sky since it was all he could do for now. Even though he'd just orgasmed, the lack of erection made it weak and unfulfilling. He planned to jack off as soon as he was able to move and get hard again. This night hadn't turned out like he'd hoped, but it had certainly been an interesting one. Maybe he'd have to find out just who those two boys were.