“This isn’t a Halloween costume.”


“What are you talking about?” Ruth asked, hands on her hips as the bear looked down with a smile. “It’s got horns and wings. It’s totally a Halloween costume.” 


Furrowing her brow, Madison crossed her arms which had the added effect of squeaking thanks to the red latex. From head to toe the bear covered her in a shiny latex suit. It took several handfuls of lube to get on and compressed against her so tight the stink badger might as well have been wearing nothing at all. Given that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, she was certain her nipples were noticeably pushing up against it. To Ruth’s credit, it did have a pair of horns over the hood, which also had a hole for her entire head unlike the other hood’s her mistress made her wear. The wings, however, were strapped on with a black leather harness. Not suitable for trick-or-treating. Maybe some fucked up adult party.


Given where she was, the two might as well be the same to her dismay. 


Ruth scratched her head and bit her lips, fighting the urge to sigh at her slave-daughter’s complaints. “You’re really not appreciating the effort it took to get this. I had to get this custom ordered for you and it’s not like we can use it again next year. Unless you fail to grow at all. Custom shit is expensive.”


“Oh, wow, thanks,” Madison’s sarcasm came thick, “I would have hated to actually pick out my own costume or anything.”


“You would have gotten some boring shit.” The bear patted her shiny red scalp, “But with this, everyone will know how committed you are to the holiday.”


She grumbled and looked away. While Madison didn’t know what she was going to wear, having the option would have been nice. She knew Heidi wanted to do couples costumes, but the tigress never specified which ones. Now that she had to go out with this, as Ruth lit up when she mentioned Halloween to the bear. The idea of her owner having favorite holidays didn’t sit right. The concept of joy outside of cruelty was just too alien.


As Madison was thinking, Ruth pulled out the girl’s limbs and latched red leather cuffs to them, followed by a collar and leash. She groaned, “Don’t tell me you’re going out with me.”


“And leave a candy bowl out with a sign that says take one? I don’t have that kind of faith in kids, never did.” Ruth shook her head, “No, I’m just making sure you’re ready in case Heidi wants to lead you by a leash. With her talent, I can see her having a whole flock of pets following so she should practice.” The bear swerved her finger, “Now turn around and bend over.”


“What?” Madison blinked, “Why?” Ruth simply stared, then raised her brow at the remark. It finally dawned on her that, for a devil outfit, there was a distinct lack of a tail. “Is it at least an easy one?”


Smiling, the bear held up a buttplug with a red devil tail hanging from it. The tail looked to be made of the same glossy latex as the rest of her suit. The plug was about the size of Ruth’s fist. “Gotta make sure it won’t fall out, even if someone pulls it.”


Through a blush and bitten lip, Madison grumbled her frustrations while bending down and scooting closer. Ruth chuckled at the last part. “I didn’t say get closer. Someone’s eager.”


“I’m not. I just need to keep ba-” Her complaint came short with a cold finger slipping into her insides. Her seemingly elastic ass always needed to be stretched back for new toys yet never ripped or tore no matter the size. Ruth’s favorite pastime involved stretching it. From two liter soda bottles to pour drinks from, general fisting, or horsecock dildos. Every time her ass would go back to normal, never letting her get used to the experience. 


She’d grown to like the feeling, which gave her a new avenue to hate it.


Whistling as she spread the cool lube, Ruth pulled out and pressed the plug’s head against her slave’s squeaky hole. Madison grunted as it spread her out, inch by inch both inward and by diameter. A final forceful push got the bulb past her ring. The sudden intrusion robbed her legs of any strength, staying up with a wobbly shake thanks to training over willpower as she accommodated the newfound feeling. Walking was going to be a nightmare. 


“I gotta say the tail looks cute on you.” Ruth teased, brushing the pointed triangular end of the tail against Madison’s neck. “Makes me wanna bring you to the bedroom and punish you for being a sinful little devil.”


“Fuck off.” Madison uttered through strained breaths. The bear’s heavy hand playfully patting her bum didn’t help. “Quit it!” she shouted, hands on her butt as if the plug would fall out. 


Ruth threw her head back, “Alright, alright. You watch the door for treaters. I gotta get my costume on.”


The subject of Ruth’s costume did carry Madison’s focus for a moment and a half. She couldn’t be anything evil, not with how horrible the woman already was. Did she pick something cute, something to play with twisted irony? Whatever the case, the stink badger lost the thought at the doorbell’s ring. Without a smile on her face she grabbed the big plastic bowl of candy, specifically mini candies bought in packages sold by the bundle, and opened the door.


Instead of a usual cacophony of “Trick or treat!” ramming her ears, a plastic hook was shoved into her face, followed by a deep piratey “Arrgh!” from a tiger girl with a curly black mustache, a black pirate jacket, and an eyepatch. “Hand me yer booty, you…” the tiger blinked, “Wow, you really got into the spirit of things.”


Madison sighed, “I didn’t pick my costume.” She looked her friend over one more time, just now noticing a thin chain hanging from her non-hooked hand that led to a donkey dressed in a fairy costume. Squinting, Madison tried to place where she’d seen the donkey before. Coming up short, she asked, “Do I know you?”


With a yank from Heidi the donkey stepped closer. A soft jingle filled the air and the donkey’s face turned red. “It’s just Tinkerbell. After gutting the boy who took my hand, I decided to keep her around as a personal pet. She doesn’t talk much, nor should she.” The tigress emphasized her last point with a prying eye. 


Madison blinked, “Ok, darker than I expected.”


“It’s Halloween! It’s supposed to be spooky.” Heidi bombastically spread her hands out, swinging the candy inside her pillowcase. Both Madison and Tinkerbell stepped back, the latter regretting it with a grunt as the cage jingled. Still smiling behind her mustache, the tigress pirate looked over Madison’s costume. “Wow. You look intense. Is the tail attached the way I think it is?”


Madison said nothing and turned away, blushing. She saw Ruth return from behind, completely the same save for two bolts on her neck. At her raised brow the bear shrugged, “Your costume took my budget. Sue me.”


“I think it looks nice Miss Sully,” Heidi beamed, “The monster didn’t have much clothes to choose from anyway. Mostly rags.”


Ruth balked. Madison snickered at her friend's compliment turned insult. Heidi looked at the two of them, perplexed and growing impatient. “So can we get going? There’s lots of houses to cover tonight.”


“Yeah, yeah,” Ruth handed Madison a bucket. Not a pumpkin bucket, an honest maintenance bucket she’d had the pleasure of having her head dunked in during intense sessions. She hazarded a sniff. The lemon freshness was unexpected. “You have fun and stay safe, kid. Don’t be out too late and don’t forget the candy tax.” 


She scurried off the steps with Heidi and Tinkerbell without another word. As much as she could with the plug deep inside her. One house later she leaned to Heidi and asked what the plan was exactly for the evening. “Just go house to house, right?” Her prior experiences on the holiday involved staying indoors or forced church parking lots. 


Heidi smiled, “Something like that. But first we gotta pick someone up.” She yanked the chain, earning another jingle, “Come along, Tinkerbell. Oh, how does Twinkerbell sound?”


Madison didn’t have much thought on it, so she said nothing. She was much too focused on who their fourth person would be. 






***




Jericho expected his Halloween to go very differently. 


Rather than with a bucket of candy while wearing a scary killer costume, the fox found his hands cuffed in front of him and led by a chain beside his best friend, Danny. The bunny and him wore the same costume, a pink and white prisoner jumpsuit with matching hobble chains at their ankles. The fox tried to make his head sink into his shoulders, mortified at anyone looking on while they followed their ‘jailor’ for the evening. 


Moonlight, or Officer Tamera as she went by tonight, dressed in a pink police outfit that hugged her body tight, with fishnet stockings trailing down her legs that stopped at matching pink boots. Seeing her choose the color surprised him enough, but to have her decked fully in pink came with utter bewilderment. Her attitude didn’t change to match, yanking Jericho by the plastic and rubber cuffs when he lagged behind. “You’re gonna make a scene being slow.”


“We’re already a scene,” he snapped at Danny’s older sister. Her glare tightened his lips. “Ma’am,” the fox said under his breath, head down to eye the boots she’d no doubt press against his forehead later. If there was any highlight to this embarrassing night, it was that his cage prevented any erections from popping. 


Why he needed a chaperon tonight was beyond him. He and Danny had spent plenty of Halloween’s on their own before. The older they got, the more that shouldn’t be an issue. The gray bunny beside him nudged Jericho. “Dude, relax. We’re going to a party.”


“I don’t want to go to a party,” the fox whispered back, “Not one with a bunch of highschoolers.” The lack of candy aside, he didn’t know any other highschooler. From the few interactions he had with them by accidentally crossing at school, none were worth knowing. His mistress was at both the top and bottom of that list. 


Not watching where he was going, Jericho hit a faceful of her back. His butt hit the pavement and nearly knocked into some tiger girl in a pirate costume. The following squeak came from a donkey dressed as a fairy standing by her side. The gray bunny leading him along pulled Jericho up before he could apologize. “Get it together.”


“Sorry,” his heart pumped fast at her icy glare. 


She let go without and turned to the house before them. Two stories and ladened with bricks, strobe lights flashed out the windows, etching moving silhouettes in many colors. Officer Tamera steadied herself, hands tightening to stop them from shaking. Jericho tilted his head at the action. He’d never seen her nervous. 


“I was invited to this party long before mom and Miss Davis had me babysit you two this evening, so I’m only going to explain this once.” She pulled their chains up, forcing each boy’s arms up in attention, “You do not talk to anyone else in that party unless spoken to. You listen to what I say when I say it, and do what I tell you. If I want you sitting in a corner all night, you’re sitting in a corner. Is that clear?”


Danny spoke up first, “Sis you’re not gonna do that,” he said, smiling, “Besides, people love me.”


That earned him a glare. Jericho gulped and nodded quickly. She shook her head and muttered something under her breath. The sound of pop music and trick-or-treating robbed him of exactly what. “Come on. I’ve got a party to enjoy.” 


Jericho grumbled. At least he was getting some bondage out of it.




***




Rosebud Heights was supposedly the best spot to score on Halloween. An old rumor that had weakened with age since people didn’t buy anything beyond mixed bags of candy for Halloween. There were still some houses that tossed out full candy bars, but they were few and far inbetween. Luke tried not to think about it too much, but between that and the intense jealousy he felt toward the couple unaware of his presence, there was little to help the young lion keep calm.


“You sure no one’s gonna think it’s weird?” Tommy asked Victoria. His girlfriend. Luke’s blood boiled whenever that thought came to the surface. Ever since his brother started dating the hyena trackstar they’d been inseparable. Luke even had to start taking the bus home. The goddamn cramped bus. 


Victoria smirked, patting her boyfriend on his back. “Trust me, no one cares up here. Besides, you wanted a test run.”


The test run in question was a holiday excuse to crossdress. Tommy had never been interested in it, least not in doing it to himself. Luke had employed the method often when arousing his older brother. Victoria seemed to bring out new things in him, somehow convincing the awkward teenager to dress in a cheerleader costume whereas she walked around in football pads. The skirt and leggings both needed for their costumes were stuffed in a backpack hanging from Victoria’s back. The rules of Rosebud remained clear even on Halloween; nothing below the waist save for shoes or specialty equipment. 


A cute couple’s costume. The highschool jock and their sweetheart who cheered from the sidelines. Luke’s claws dug into the tree. That should have been him. He’d been planning couple ideas for months. From a prisoner and cop, Joker to Batman, or even a classic angel and devil. But no, his brother had to shatter his dreams with a stupid date, leaving him to trick-or-treat alone.


At least it gave him an excuse to wear black. A full ninja outfit made it easier to hide in the shadows. He sprinted from tree to tree, across lawns as he followed the lovestruck couple. His stomach twitched at how his big brother leaned into her. He was a lion, an alpha, he should be leading her around. Leading Luke around. 


“I vaan, to suck, your cock!” a new voice shouted suddenly.


Luke jumped back, ass against the grass so hard he might have bruised his tail. A doberman with fake blood trails, a cape with a red inside and black outside, and pointed fangs stood at him. Arms wide and teeth barred but lacking the hint of a threatening aura. Luke nearly called them out until someone else spoke up.


“Sterling!” They both turned to see what Luke thought was only a fantasy. Standing tall, an orca with prominent muscles bulging against a tight shirt rushed over with a concerned if cheerful smile. “It’s blood, Sterling. Vampires suck blood.” 


“Dad says there’s blood in the dick, sir.” Sterling said with innocence unbecoming of his vampire persona. The doberman reached for the collar around his neck which Luke thought was a strange accessory for a vampire. The way Sterling’s finger twirled and pulled made it seem like more than an accessory. 


The orca raised his brow, “Did he now?” Luke watched the man yank a previously unseen leash. A twinkish doberman followed, wearing a tight gray shirt, a small pink flat chastity cage, and a red blush over his face. The lion blinked and found his eyes wandering between the orca’s legs. His tights suddenly felt true to their name at the sight of it. Pure envy.


“Did you tell him blood goes there, Bitch?” Despite the term there was a loving tone to the orca’s words. 


Bitch, the adult doberman, nodded. “He was curious about how erections worked. I can’t say no to a question.”


“No, no I suppose you can’t.” The orca sighed, “But can I be involved next time? I’m raising him too.”


Luke watched the two men cheerfully speak with one another, bewildered at the obvious dynamic. His heart rate rushed at the sight of it, fingers digging into the grass at the envy of the married couple. No matter how much he tried Luke couldn’t imagine Tommy holding a leash in public. He’d never even held one in private. 


“Hey, aren’t you supposed to not be wearing pants?” the younger doberman pointed to the ninja pants Luke wore. The lion looked down, now noticing the obvious erection brushing up against them. “Sir, that’s the rule of this town, right?”


“No, Sterling, just this community. Not the town itself.” The orca looked on with a smile toward Luke, “As for you, you might want to take your pants off. We can’t kick you out, at least I’m not going to, but I doubt you’ll get candy if you don’t follow the rules.” He peered over Luke, then around with slight concern, “Do you have a chaperon?” Luke shook his head, biting his lips too hard so he wouldn’t squeak anything stupid. “Oh, well we can keep a look on you if you’d like.” 


“No thanks,” Luke said all too quickly as he bolted the other direction and didn’t stop, not until nearing the edge of Rosebud Heights. Lungs on fire, he hunched over to catch himself as deep breaths expanded his chest. One look around told him Tommy was gone. An odd sense of relief came with that, then the despair. 


His stupid brother had to get a girlfriend. No matter how hard Luke tried, Tommy would never see him as more than an annoying brother who sucked him off when he didn’t want it. Exhaustion overwhelmed him and he put his foot forward. 


“Hey, watch it!” shouted the last voice he wanted to hear today.


Kiki Higashi. Queen Bee of his grade and all around pain in the ass to anyone who didn’t give her what she wanted. And if they didn’t know, she’d tell them. The red panda girl wore a wide brimmed witch hat over her blonde hair and a loose black top that would mimic a witches gown if not for cutting off around her midsection. Below that she wore nothing. Luke peered at her candy bucket to find the panties she’d worn. Black and thin. He rolled his eyes, of course she’d go out as a sexy witch.


Part of him knew he should apologize. He promptly shut that part up. “Really? You couldn’t even sport the striped socks? You’re going bare minimum for witch here.”


She scowled which he took with pride. “Oh like you’re original, mr. Ninja. What are you doing? Sneaking about pretending to be some assassin?”


An exasperated sigh sounded off behind her. “Kiki, leave him alone.” A rottweiler with devil horns and cheap wings stepped out behind her, head down to hide his blush at wearing nothing else. Looking him over, Luke didn’t realize how fit Spike looked. His brother wasn’t some beefcake so actual muscle never interested him, yet something about seeing the henpecked rottweiler’s bare chest did…something.


“Where’s your costume?” He asked, balancing curiosity and sass, “Or are you just that much of an exhibitionist?” 


Spike bared his teeth only for Kiki to step in. “He’s my demon. The one I sold my soul to for my magical powers and has the ultimate authority on my rights. At any moment he can whisk me away deep into his personal dungeon, where I’m at his mercy.”


“Uh huh,” Luke peered over her shoulder to find Spike still blushing, “And who’s idea was that?”


“Mine, duh.” Kiki laughed, “Spike said couple costumes are stupid.”


“They are stupid,” the dog muttered under his breath. Kiki didn’t seem to notice. “Look, can we just get going? I’d rather not be naked for the rest of the night.”


“I don’t know, it suits you.” Luke put his fingers together in the shape of a camera lens, putting the hound into focus, “All you really need is a leather harness and a cockring to pull it off. Maybe if you had someone with actual vision work on your costume.”


“Excuse me?” Kiki snapped. Her foot stamped on the ground with all the authority of a paper bag despite her fuming, “Spike, are you just gonna let him talk about me like that?” 


Spike looked like he wanted to say yes but a quick glance from her stopped him. “Look, Luke, just walk away.”


“Or what?” Luke asked. 


Spike stepped up to him, having a few good inches on him. Not as tall as Luke liked, but there was something about it that put a smile on his face. “Or else I’ll need to do something about you.”


“Oh? And what would that be?” A tiny claw traced over the rottweiler’s chest, earning a shiver in return. Not one of disgust, but nerves based on Luke’s guess. “You’re gonna keep standing menacingly like you do in school? Or does she need to tell you when to throw a punch?”


“Fuck you.” Spike Growled.


Luke whispered, “Fuck me yourself, coward.”




***




Madison wasn’t sure if she should have been more surprised or less so to discover her costume wasn’t the strangest or most inappropriate. Sure Heidi had her donkey boi following her around by a literal chain attached to his cage but that chain was short enough to go unnoticed and he had a skirt. The mustelid’s own skin tight latex bodysuit might have left little to the imagination, but it didn’t draw as many eyes as the doe twins Brandy and Cunt. The former of which dressed like an exploitation film pimp whereas the latter walked around naked save for her hood. Come to think of it, Madison wasn’t sure if Brandy was in costume or just giving extra flair.


After seeing that the night just felt normal. Even for Highman Break. The wide plug in her asshole stopped impeding her movements so she could keep up with Heidi and Tinkerbell. The donkey was actually starting to lag behind now that he carried all three of their candy bags. One in his mouth to keep him quiet. 


“I told him that if he gets enough candy tonight I’ll take his cage off for an hour,” Heidi whispered, close enough that the fake mustache brushed against Madison’s cheek. “What I didn’t say is that I’m gonna keep his hands tied when I do. Gonna make sure he’s got a clear view of the clock the entire time. You would not believe how hot his desperation gets me.”


Madison didn’t want to know. She was happy Heidi was enjoying herself and could take or leave Tinkerbell’s feelings. Maybe that made her a bad person or maybe whatever was in the town was getting to her. Must be something in the water. 


“Is that why we stopped before meeting the fourth person?” She asked, to which Heidi nodded. “Who is it anyway? I don’t really know that many people.” Yet she could guess the girls in the Back-In-Gas bathroom stalls by grunts alone. She shook her head at the thought of it. Tonight wasn’t the time to be horny and she shouldn’t be horny for that. Then again it’d been a while since she’d felt a real cock up her ass. Ruth had been keeping her under the counter since the horse tried to pay for more. 


“Someone you’d never suspect.” A new and familiar voice spoke from the showers to her right. Stepping out from the darkness between two houses stood a brown furred bunny boy in a crimson red robe decked with a fake gold cross. A matching colored wide brimmed hat hid his eyes but not his devilish smile. Madison’s heart pounded at his approach, keeping her in place until he stood before her. “The Spanish Inquisition that is.”


She felt a pull at her collar. His hands were at his side so it had to be her. The pause between them filled with doorbells and the cacophony of trick-or-treaters. Terry frowned, his eyebrow twitching nervously. “That was cringe, wasn’t it?” he asked, ears drooping, “I told my dad the costume is dated, but he was really adamant about it and said the joke is timeless so–”


“No,” Madison squeaked, “No, it’s not. Not cringe, I mean.” She smiled with an awkward laugh, “I mean, it’s better than mine. You have an actual costume and I’m in a kink suit. Like some kind of freak.”


“You know, the church used to shelter freaks.” Terry said, inching closer, “Maybe I could shelter you, this evening? Would be heretical but I think the Pope can let it slide for someone like you.”


“You mean you two didn’t plan this?” Heidi asked, squatting in between them and giggling when they noticed the tiger. “Well it’s perfect!” She popped up and hugged both at once before tugging Tinkerbell along, “Now come on, we got hours of trick-or-treating ahead!” 


Terry turned to say something but was caught short by the leash Madison held forward. “If I’m under your, uh, protection, then you should keep me close. Wouldn’t want this devil to cause, um, mischief tonight.” Madison’s face turned as red as the suit under her fur. She couldn’t dare look at him, frightful to imagine the smile or snickering he’d inflict on her. 


No echo of disgust or mocking laugh happened. She felt him hold her hands, carefully nudging them together before a click. Turning her head forward Madison discovered he’d bound her hands forward and took her leash. “What?” he said, noting her raised brow, “The devil’s hands are idle playthings. Best to keep them locked.” 


If anyone else butchered that pun she’d moan. But for Terry, she giggled and happily followed him by the length of the leash into the night.




***


Highschool parties had a lot of alcohol. Jericho didn’t know where they got it, but he could tell everyone older than him was holding some kind of beer bottle. Well, everyone he could see from the couch he and Danny found themselves plopped at. Tamera vanished into the crowd to mingle, leaving her two convicts to stew in their chains. 


And stew he did. When the fox’s claws weren’t digging into his knees he was tugging at the rubber chains. A small part of him wished they were real so he could really pull at them without fear of breaking. Danny looked like he was doing the same, but the rabbit had a pleasant look on his face. 


“We should be out getting candy.” Jericho mumbled, expecting the pop music playing over the crowd to drown out his complaints as he leaned back into the cushion. 


“I don’t know, I think this is pretty cool.” Danny chuckled, “We’re like hostages.”


“Hostages?” Jericho asked, “Dude, she left us to go talk with her friends. At least I could be getting some candy.”


“There’s plenty of sweets here, if you know where to look.” The young bunny nudged his head to the right. Jericho peeked over, seeing a plump cowgirl’s butt scarcely hidden by a witch skirt. He looked away, not out of modesty but because he didn’t need the cage to feel tighter. 


Either Danny had always been a horndog and kept it hidden, or being bound brought it out more. The rabbit made note of every sexy costume at the party. Tempted as he was to tell his friend to shut up, the fox had no one else to talk to. Spending the night in silence sounded better only when the rabbit noted cock bulges. 


“I think that horse is packing. Really shows up in that sexy red dress. How much you wanna bet he’s using the holiday to justify crossdressing?” At Danny’s nudge Jericho looked over to said horse in question. The red dress sparkled in the strobe lights as a goat girl and short mouse boy carried his attention. At a glance Jericho would have assumed it was a female horse, so Danny’s eye frightened him. 


Suddenly a pitbull boy in military fatigues blocked their view. “You two interested in joining a game?” He asked, thumbing toward another room. “Beats sitting on the couch all night.”


Jericho nodded, not caring if Tamera would get mad later. Anything to get him away from the couch. Danny came with, mostly because of the chains but he didn’t lack enthusiasm. 


The game in question was Spin-the-Bottle, followed by seven minutes in heaven inside a closet. Jericho looked at the situation with bewilderment, having only seen teenagers do it on reruns of tv-shows featuring adults playing teenagers. Including the pitbull, who introduced himself as Rodney, Danny, and Jericho, there were two girls and another guy. All older that Jericho.


“Who’s the kid?” one of the girls, a skunk dressed as a doctor, asked with curiosity. 


“I think this is Tamera’s brother, she came in with him,” Said the other girl, a german shepherd dressed like she belonged on some retro science fiction show starship. “And, judging by the costume, the fox boy is with them. What’s your name?” she asked, leaning in to smile. 


Jericho leaned back with his answer, “Jericho.” 


The guy, a dalmatian, scoffed. “Jericho? That can’t be a real name.” He got a punch in the shoulder for that, proving the spikes of his raider outfit were made of foam. “What? It sounds made up.”


“It’s a real name, Vick. Just an old one.” The skunk argued. “Anyway, let’s get this started. Party is boring enough already.”


Having only tangentially known of the game but too nervous to speak, Jericho watched everyone play to get the rules. Whoever spun the bottle had to spend seven minutes in the closet alone with whoever it landed on. Then the person it landed on spun again. Whether by good or bad luck, the bottle missed Jericho every time. 


It was what happened in the closet that got his attention. At least one person looked satisfied when they returned. The skunk was only satisfied when she went with the german shepherd, Rodney and Vick didn’t seem excited and growling could be heard from behind the door, the german shepherd meanwhile seemed happy with everyone she got, though she pouted whenever the bottle missed Jericho. 


“So, how do you know Tamera?” the dog girl asked. Jericho didn’t register the question at first, more concerned about Danny going into the closet with Vick. He went in there first with Rodney and came out with ruffled hair and a coy grin. 


“Huh?” Jericho answered. She asked again. “Oh, through Danny.”


She inched closer, “Oh, so do you ever have fun with her and your friend?” 


Jericho inched away, feeling his chest tighten. “Um, sometimes.” The exact nature he didn’t want to divulge. “She’s mostly just mean.”


“That tracks,” the skunk said, “Ever since she started going by Moonlight she acts like we’re in her world. Guys that ask her out end up cradling their chest like she stabbed them personally. What a bitch.” 


Jericho hadn’t noticed his hands were clenched until she said that. Something inside him wanted to lash out but he stopped to wonder why. Tamera, Moonlight, or whatever her name was toyed with him. Enslaved him. His cock was locked in a goddamn chastity cage and he’d hadn’t been able to masturbate since. Yet the skunk insulting her along with the shepherd’s laughter filled the fox with fury.


Vick returned with Danny behind by the chained leash. The rabbit’s fur was crumpled further and Jericho swore he saw something glisten in it. “Ok, let’s go.” Vick spun the bottle without hesitation. Four times it turned before it slowed to land in the one direction Jericho didn’t want.


“I…,” he gulped, “I don’t think I want to play.”


“Excuse me?” The dalmatian raised his tone, “The bottle landed on you, it’s your turn.”


Danny tugged at the fox’s sleeve, “Dude, it’s ok. Just think of it as another binding, just not physical.” 


Jericho yanked away, “No, no I’m good.” 


The dalmatian grabbed his cuffs, “Nah, that’s not how this works. Why don’t we just pretend you’re my prisoner? Get you in the mood.


His breathing sped up. Now of all times his fake chains refused to break. Panic turned his words to mush. The music was too loud, the voices mixed together in a blob of sound that made no sense while a stronger teenage boy dragged him to the closet. Everything was too much. Too much!


The dalmatian let go. He looked up to find the teenager keeling over, hands over his crotch. Behind him stood a gray rabbit in a pink police uniform, her face too sour to connect with Barbie. “Don’t fucking touch him, Vick.”




***




Kiki’s sneakers tapped the pavement as loud and as subtle as she could manage. Loud enough to make sure Spike could hear it but not so loud that it attracted onlookers. Her eyes narrowed to anyone who passed them by with a glance. Silently telling them to back off from the rustling bushes behind her. 


“Spike, hurry up.” She whispered with venom. 


His response came with grunts between words. “I’m…teaching…this…asshole…a…lesson.” The rottweiler growled. 


“Y-Yeah. Teah my…this asshole a lesson,” Luke’s panting didn’t hide what they were doing. The wah could, and already had, peered over her shoulder to see her boyfriend cock deep in the lion boy’s asshole. Furiously thrusting into him with the vigor of a wild animal while the ninja whispered taunts. Occasionally they’d throw out a cry to sound like they hit one another. Kiki rolled her eyes everytime.


She wasn’t an idiot. One didn’t become the Queen Bee of her class without being observant. While it was true that the red panda had a habit of being obsessive, she was smart enough to rarely let it get to her. It’s why she didn’t keep watching her boyfriend, more a bodyguard really, fuck the annoying little twink to be. If she did then envy would wrap around her and whisper all the dirty thoughts about why Spike was never so energetic with her. 


So she looked outwards, eyeing the costumes going by until she saw a familiar foursome. A bunny dressed like an inquisitor, a tigress with a hook that dragged along a donkey boy in a fairy costume, and the ire of her eye, Madison. The stink badger was clad in a tight red latex suit with devil horns and leather cuffs with a matching collar. No doubt a gift from her mistress, the bear she stole from Kiki. 


Kiki took a deep breath to calm herself as they passed. Painting a smirk across her face as they stopped before her. “A devil and a priest? How fitting. She corrupts everyone she touches.”


Madison balled her fists. Kiki tensed her body to dodge but the attack never came thanks to Terry resting their hand over the bound devil’s cuffs. “Lay off, Kiki, we’re just trick-or-treating.”


“Not in Rosebud you aren’t,” she nudged her head sideways, “Least, not with her.”


“Fuck off,” Madison muttered and moved on. 


“For once it’s not because I hate you, bitch,” Kiki said, “Rosebud has a strict bottomless policy. You should know that by now.”


“So what?”


With a raised brow Kiki pointed to the entirety of Madison’s costume, “So unless I’m missing a seam around your waist, you can’t exactly go bottomless. And if you take it off, you don’t have a costume either. Gotta have a costume to get candy.”


The stinkbadger blinked. For a moment her face softened and she looked over the outfit. Then it twisted with anger. “It’s not…no…”


Kiki nodded, “Yep. And Rosebud has full sized candy bars.”


“Fuck you!” Madison snapped. Terry held her back by the chains, pulling the girl close for a hug as the two whispered. Kiki almost felt bad for the girl, but because of her Ruth hadn’t tied Kiki into the bathroom stall the last few times she shoplifted.  What little revenge she could get was here and now. 


“Maybe it’s for the best?” Heidi said, scratching her fake mustache with her toy hook. “Full sized candy bars break way easier under weight. And we’ve got a good haul already.” The donkey boy, who Kiki now realized held three candy bags with one in his jaw, nodded. “Maybe we can do a second round?”


“Yeah,” Terry said. Madison didn’t turn from him but nodded. His grin turned Kiki’s gaze sour, more when he peered over by the bushes, “Give Spike my regards, Kiki.” 




***




To Jericho, everything happened in a blur. One minute Tamera had socked a guy twice her size in the nuts, the next he was being dragged through the house until he felt the comfort of a bed against his back. Lights flashed on so fast he covered his eyes to stop them from blinding him. 


“Are you ok?” The voice was familiar but it lacked the authoritative tone he’d come to associate with it. Moving his paws away he saw the rabbit who caged his cock, her neutral expression gone. In its place was one of worry and before that he swore she’d been angrier than he’d ever seen. She crawled forward to the bed, hand raised.


He crawled away, “Don’t touch me!” he snapped. 


She froze. He cringed, expecting some sort of harsh grab to pull him close for daring to speak out to her. None came. He waited and waited but she didn’t move to him. Instead she sat at the edge of the bed. Silence broken only by the faded music behind the door. 


“Why…why aren’t you punishing me?” He asked.


“For what?” she asked.


“For shouting back at you.”


She looked up, deep in thought. “I’m more concerned about you being ok than you needing to be punished.”


Ok? Now she wanted to know if he was ok? “What makes this different?” He said, fists clenched, “From all the times you tied me up, humiliated me, or made me beg? What makes this any different?”


She turned and, with complete sincerity, said, “Because you enjoyed that. You didn’t enjoy what just happened.” 


That wasn’t a real answer. He told himself that again and again but it hit him like one. Jericho curled up into a ball, tears starting to stream down his face. “We can leave if you want,” She said. Jericho shook his head, not knowing where he wanted to go. 


She got up. He reached for her costume. “I don’t want you to leave…” he whispered. 


Her smile was odd. Warm, comforting, something he didn’t feel was right from the goth goddess. But she wasn’t Moonlight now. There was no deep purple mascara or black makeup to paint the cold rabbit. Just a bunny in a police costume, matching his prison suit. “I wasn’t going to. Danny will be fine.” 


Remembering Danny’s smile, Jericho nodded. She curled up behind him and pulled him close, letting his back rest against her chest. For a moment he closed his eyes just to embrace that comfort. “I shouldn’t have left you alone.” She whispered. 


“Why did you?” he asked, “You brought us by chains, why did you leave us?”


She paused. One finger idly curled his headfur during the silence. “I don’t know. I didn’t have an idea of what to do with you two. My mom told me I should show you off but I said I wasn’t ready.” 


“Your mom?” 


Tamera nodded, “She’s been encouraging me. Most of the time she’s right about you. Tonight’s been, well, she’s been wrong.” Her arms locked tight around him. “I’m not gonna let anyone else hurt you, not unless you want it. And even then, I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”


In some messed up way, he found that to be a comfort. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift in the bondage of her hold, ignoring that the music grew louder and the house more rowdy as the night went on.




***




Nothing shook the feeling that the night was ruined and it was somehow her fault. Though cuffed, Madison still clutched herself tight and bit her lip at the notion. She’d been sulking since Kiki told her the dress code for Rosebud. The red latex across her body had no leggings split. It had an opening for her butt but that’s where her fist sized plug lodged itself. She’d gotten over the toy quick enough.


It was ridiculous to think it was her fault. Ruth chose this costume for her. Some small part of her believed she should have fought back. More than just passive-aggressive words and phrases that pinged off the bear’s steady frame like bullets to a tank. It was that part that made her hate herself tonight. 


“You know you can talk to me.” 


She looked up to see Terry stopping before her, leash causally held at his side opposite the candy bag. The brown rabbit smirked upon seeing her frown. “Do we need to have a confessional?” he asked.


Given the circumstances a themed joke was the last thing she wanted to hear. Yet, without consent, she snorted at him. “That’s not funny.”


“Says the devil, a known liar.” Terry pulled her closer, clutching the stink badger close as they followed the pirate and fairy. For a moment they said nothing, letting Madison sink carefully into his chest. He was soft. Cuddly even. 


“It’s not your fault.” He said, fingers clasping her latex side. “Rosebud is overrated anyway.”


She said nothing, preferring to nestle deeper into his chest. In silence they followed her best friend until stopping at a house with flickering lights and dancing silhouettes filling the windows. Even outside she could hear the lustful moans and wall thumping thrusts. Her heartbeat was quick and shallow. This damnable town gave her a sixth sense for some things and the side effects made her legs wobble.


Heidi rang the doorbell. A pitbull in army fatigues answered the door, bringing with him the loud music and rampant fucking of teenagers from behind him. “Trick-or-treat!” Only Terry and Heidi shouted in unison. Tinkerbell still had a bag in his mouth and Madison…Madison just held out her bucket.


Wordlessly a piece of candy was plopped into each container, followed by the door closing. She caught a glimpse behind the door before it shut, seeing the bare naked proof of an orgy happening inside. 


She froze on the second step down off the porch. “Something wrong?” Terry asked. Looking at him, Madison wondered how red her face had become. How hard she was breathing just to contain herself. 


“So, um, that was intense in there.” She twiddled her fingers together. “If you, um, wanted to do something after seeing that, I wouldn’t be so against it.” 


There was a sudden yank. Madison fell forward, caught by the boy bunny who clasped her face tight. “Madison, my dear, what are you proposing?” 


She grimaced. He smiled more. Of course he’d made her say it. “If you want me to give you a blowjob, I could…” 


“Ah,” Terry put his finger to her lips, “I’m flattered, but I’m not ready for that. Not yet. However,” in one fluid motion his finger slipped down, looped through her collar, and pulled her in. “I wouldn’t say no to a kiss.”


“A kiss?” Madison arched her brow despite her blush. He had her by a leash, bound by cuffs and literally offering to suck him off, yet he wanted a kiss? “Really?” She asked, hoping her tone didn’t sound disappointed. 


He nodded, inching closer until their noses almost touched. “Really.” His voice was soft and his breath warm. A finger and a thumb clasped her chin. “Besides, I’m holding the leash. That means you do what I say, right?” 


Her gulp was audible. The pounding of her heart less so. It still shook her body and turned her legs to jelly. Every attempt to speak came out in a string of ‘ahs’ and ‘ums’. Terry cut her off with a thumb at her lips. She almost opened to suckle it but his lips replaced it. 


They were sweet. Vibrant. He pinned her back against something hard, a tree or fence it didn’t matter once the tongue slipped through. She breathed his breath and he hers as their tongues twisted into a tango, then a wrestling match. Madison gave in. No backtalk, sass, or brattiness. She was Terry’s for anything he wanted. 


When he broke off she wouldn’t let go, not realizing her hands clenched his chest tight. He snickered under his breath, “I guess I’m a good kisser.”


“You could say that,” Madison said between breaths. “We might need to test that theory more. Maybe somewhere more private.”


“Hmm…I don’t know about private. But I can do secluded. The park? Weekend?”


“It’s a date.” She’d find a way to make it work. She had to. 






 Set 1.3: Madison and the gang trick-or-treating. Pass by Heidi who comments that the best candy is in the bottomless district. They hit the party where the orgy is happening, and Madison is worried Terry might want to fuck. She proposes a BJ, only for Terry to say he’s fine with a kiss, for now. After all, he holds the leash. 






***




“Oh my god can you believe they finally did it?” Heidi tried her best to scream with excitement inside her room without waking anyone. Gone was her costume, sans the mustasch, which she’d kept to playfully stroke like a dashing villain. “I knew they’d be cute together but the way she melted in his arms.” She swung her body forward, hugging herself tight. “It’s just so dreamy.”


“Can I please cum?”


Heidi turned to who spoke. Tinkerbell, now without his costume, sat at a wooden chair. No, that wasn’t completely accurate. Sitting implied he had a choice and the bindings locking his legs and arms to the chair said otherwise. His chastity cage sat on the bed where she’d put it, leaving him to grow painfully erect. The tigress made a mental note to start measuring his erections. Even as it pulsed to full mass, she wasn’t sure if he was smaller than he used to be.


“Hmm?” Heidi tilted her head and locked her eyes dead onto his. She heard him loud and clear, but he knew better than to ask her that unprompted. Then again, she was still learning under Miss Sully so she didn’t have the best sense of control yet. “Oh, right. The candy.”


“Your promise.” He said, followed with a, “Mistress,” at her glare. 


“Right, right, I did say I’d let you out with a good haul.” She peered over the pile on her bed. A small mountain of candy. Decent for two people, good for her. Not that Heidi would eat it all. “And it is, so you have one hour. I’ll start a timer.”


“After unlocking my hands, right?” He asked. She stared at him for a solid minute, one told by the timer she’d set in her hands. His face dropped. “But…but you…”


“Ah, ah, ah,” Heidi interrupted. “I’d said I’d let you out. I don’t know where you got the idea of you cumming. But don’t worry, your dick isn’t going to be alone this entire time.” Happily she scooted to her drawer behind him, pulling out a ballgag her mother bought her which she promptly wrapped behind his teeth. Then she rolled out her other gift, a satchel with thin polished steel rods and disinfectant. Tinkerbell’s eyes widened at that. Her smile mirrored them as she held one up. “Don’t worry, I did my research. Just relax and let Nurse Heidi take your penis temperature.”


She dropped the nurse play quickly, preferring to talk about Madison and Terry while sounding her bitch’s cock.