Trick or Treat
Circ didn't realize that the Halloween party he's attending had a cover charge. Fortunately, there's another way to get past the door.
This story contains sexual acts between male non-human characters. If it is illegal for you to view this material, or you find it distasteful, please don't read.
Written as a birthday gift last year for Circ.
Circ glanced down at the address on his phone, then back up at the ruined building. It certainly looked like an appropriate place to hold a halloween party, if not a safe one. The iron fence was rusting and falling over in places, and the gardens were long overgrown with weeds. Those weeds blew ominously in the cool wind, almost making it look like the garden was alive and reaching out to grab at the walkway. The windows of the old house were all boarded up, and Circ couldn't see any light coming out.
The brown cat glanced down at his phone one last time, checking the address yet again. At last, he sighed, and pushed open the gate. It swung smoothly, making not a sound. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and then strode up to the door, letting his tail lash slowly behind him. The wooden steps leading up to the door creaked under his weight, and his fur fluffed up a tad. He stood in front of the door for a few more moments, hesitating, then reached out and gave a weak knock.
A small, narrow panel swung inwards at Circ's eye level. It was just wide enough for him to see a fanged muzzle inside. "Trick or treat?"
Circ blinked, staring for a moment. At length, he muttered, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"
"Trick or treat." The voice was more direct, more aggressive this time.
Circ hesitated for a long moment, and then tried, "Treat?"
The panel slammed shut, and then the door swung open. Circ stared up at the broad-shouldered doberman in a tailored suit that had opened the door. The doberman looked the cat over in his jeans and soaked jacket for a moment, then barked out, "Two hundred."
"What?"
"You said 'treat.' Treat's two hundred dollars."
Circ blanched under his fur. "Two hu-- I don't have that kind of money on me!"
"Then no admission to the party."
The doberman began closing the door, and Circ panicked. He yelped out, "Wait, wait, what about trick?"
The door stopped its movement. "Trick?" The doberman's muzzle broke into a grin, showing a few too many teeth for Circ's comfort.
Still, the cat wanted was too invested now. He swallowed. "Yeah, trick."
The doberman's hand darted out and closed around the front of Circ's jacket. "Trick it is." He yanked Circ in through the door, forcing a startled yowl out of the cat. The door slammed shut behind them, and the doberman pulled Circ along through a narrow hallway. There was dim lighting, all looking to come from gas lamps hung on the walls. They passed by a slightly ajar door, and Circ caught the soft sound of conversation and music drifting up from the stairs leading down behind it.
The doberman dragged him past that door, though, and to the next one in the hallway. He yanked the door open, and called in, "Got another trick for you!" Then he gave Circ a hard shove through the door.
The cat stumbled forward, barely catching himself as the door slammed shut behind him. He glanced up... and his jaw dropped slack.
He was in a lavishly decorated dressing room, with mirrors lining the walls and racks of clothes everywhere. Inside the room, there were about a dozen other furs, all in various states of undress. There was a tall, heavyset pantheress standing completely nude in front of a mirror, letting a corgi help brush out her sleek fur. Off to the side, an alligator with a linebacker's build was wearing a bright orange pair of thigh-high stockings, and rubbing some sort of powder into his scales that made them gleam in the lights. Towards the back of the room, a dolphin was helping a wolf do up his binder, both of them wearing little other than their tight, revealing underwear.
Most of them ignored Circ as he stumbled in. The only one who paid attention was a short, svelte squirrel. He stood a good few inches shorter than Circ, and his ears perked up as the door slammed. The squirrel turned to face Circ, and suddenly the cat couldn't look anywhere else.
The squirrel sauntered over towards the staggering cat, swaying on thick thighs that were settled snugly into bright green leggings. Circ's eyes wandered up from those leggings, to where they vanished under an incredibly tight-looking thong. The thong was a bright orange that contrasted sharply from the squirrel's black fur. There was a thick bulge pressing out the front of the thong, but it wasn't enough to obscure the image printed on it. The orange on the front pouch was broken up by thick black bands, marking out a jack-o-lantern's face.
Circ was so taken staring at the slightly bulging face that he barely even noticed that it was swaying closer and closer to him. He was still bent forward from catching his balance, and the thought never entered his head to straighten up. There was something about that face, and particularly those eyes that made it difficult to look away. The closer they got, the larger they loomed in his vision.
As the squirrel approached, Circ's head tilted downwards to follow the jack-o-lantern's eyes. He barely even registered when the squirrel's trim, softly-furred belly bumped against his forehead. A shudder ran through him as the squirrel's fingers came down and scratched along his pointed, perked ears.
"Hey there kitty cat."
The squirrel's voice was soft and breathy. Hearing it made Circ tense. It was rude not to look at somebody when they greeted you. He groaned in distress, and he began trying to drag his eyes up and away from that jack-o-lantern's face.
"Oh no, kitty cat. No need for that. Why don't you keep looking?"
Circ sighed in relief. The idea of not looking at the jack-o-lantern made him feel uncomfortable. That was strange, but he tried to not think too hard about it. That was difficult. Far too difficult. Much easier to keep looking at that nice face.
"In fact, let's make things a bit more comfortable for you, hmmm?"
The squirrel's hands wandered from Circ's ears down to his shoulders. They gave the slightest pressure, and Circ slid down to his knees. The squirrel was right; it was a lot more comfortable than hunching over. It made it even easier, so much easier to keep staring at the jack-o-lantern... the gently throbbing jack-o-lantern...
"There's a good kitty cat." One hand returned to his ear, and the other rubbed up under his muzzle. "You like my jack-o-lantern, don't you kitty?"
It took an effort, but Circ nodded, never breaking eye contact with the jack-o-lantern. He was dimly aware of his own arousal pressing against his jeans, but it was something far away. Unimportant, compared to what was right in front of his face.
"Well if you like it, you should give it a nice, big..." The hand on his ear slipped around behind his head, and gave a firm push. Circ leaned forward, surprised by the sudden movement. The surprise was distant, and it only grew more distant as his muzzle pressed flush against the tightly stretched fabric. "...kiss."
Anything else that the squirrel might have said, Circ didn't hear. He couldn't hold back a soft moan as he felt that pouch rubbing against his face. The smooth material dragged through his fur, the warm firmness rubbing over his lips. There was the slightest hint of musk wafting into his nose, along with the scent of clean fur. In any other situation, his eyes probably would have drifted shut. As it was, though, they remained wide open, staring into those black eyes.
Both of the squirrel's hands were resting on the back of Circ's head, holding him gently against the thong's pouch. The squirrel was rubbing his bulge forward, pressing it into the dazed cat's face. Circ just held his position, shivering occasionally as the warm bulge dragged over his face again and again. Each rub felt a bit harder, like it was pressing a bit further into his fur. The cat's eyes were completely out of focus now, but they kept following the jack-o-lantern's movements.
Circ didn't react when the squirrel's paws gently slid his coat off of his shoulders. Unseen hands tugged it the rest of the way off of the cat; he let his arms slide back without any complaint. The only things the cat could move were his lips, working weakly at the bulge, and his tail, lashing back and forth.
Hands reached around him from behind, and began unbuttoning his shirt. They started tugging that free just as the squirrel let out a soft moan. His hands gripped the back of the cat's head, and his soft rubs grew a bit rougher. Soon the cat's trim chest and belly were bared. Another set of hands from an unseen helper reached around with a brush, beginning to carefully groom the fur down into a nice, even coat.
At the same time, the first set of hands had moved to Circ's left arm. They carefully slipped a length of rolled up green fabric over the cat's hand, and threaded his fingers through holes made for them. The hands then began unrolling the fabric up Circ's arm, and smoothing out the stretchy material as it went. The sleeve of material went from his hands all the way up to just past his elbow, smooth and tight. A few tufts of brown fur stuck out the top, and his limp fingers dangled from the bottom. Without a word, the hands went away, and started the process on the cat's right arm as well.
That bulge rubbing against Circ's face was growing gradually harder. It had started off only half firm, and nestled neatly in the orange thong's pouch. Now, though, the bulge was beginning to tent out, and the faintly masculine scent was getting stronger. Circ kept staring into the increasingly warped jack-o-lantern's eyes, the rhythmic rubbing making it impossible to focus on anything else. Each time that firming bulge rubbed through his fur, it was like a jolt went through his mind, throwing off his focus. He didn't even notice as the hands finished rolling the second bright green sleeve up his arm. The brush finished its work, and pulled away from his smooth, sleek coat of brown fur.
The hands returned a moment later, this time reaching around his waist and popping the button on his pants with no trouble. More hands touched him, and gently slid him forward from his crouch to being on all fours. He craned his head upwards instinctively, keeping up the pressure against the squirrel's thong. The hands hooked their fingers into his waistband, and pinched the fabric of his boxers underneath. In one smooth motion, they slid the garments down around his thighs. One hand helped guide his tail out of the hole for it, and then his rump and his rigid, forgotten shaft were bared to the cool air.
The squirrel tightened his grip on the cat's ears, and the rubbing gradually increased tempo until it was more of a short thrusting motion. The fully tented orange thong dragged long tracks through the fur on Circ's face, leaving the flesh hot everywhere that it touched. The squirrel was panting now, glancing down at the cat's blank, adoring face. He grinned, and then began whispering. It wasn't much; just small suggestions, little ideas. The words slipped in through the cat's ear, nestling there in the cat's head. Each thrust of the squirrel's hips pushed the ideas and suggestions a little bit deeper into the cat's mind.
Hands lifted Circ's right leg off the ground, and then wormed that leg of his pants and boxers off. They set the leg down, and then moved to the left. Soon they had tugged his pants and underwear fully off, leaving him fully bare on the floor but for the green arm warmers. The hands returned a moment later, this time carrying rolled up green stockings; a perfect match for the arm warmers. They set to work, sliding the stockings up first one, then the other leg. The elastic settled snugly partway up Circ's thighs, the material hugging and accentuating his legs.
With the stockings in place, the squirrel began thrusting in earnest. He kept up his whispers, planting ideas into Circ's head so that he could fuck them into his subconscious. To the cat, it was disorienting through his daze. He was aware of the shaft rubbing hard against his face, throbbing against his fur through the jack-o-lantern thong. But it felt like... more than that. Like each thrust wasn't just stopping at his fur, but that it was drilling deeper and further into his head. Ideas, thoughts, knowledge were riding those thrusts, squeezing into the deepest crevices of his mind. All the while, he stared into those tented black eyes, entranced by them, feeling the steady throb of the shaft underneath, growing stronger and stronger.
And then, quite suddenly, the squirrel's grip tightened sharply on the back of Circ's head. He thrust forward, his cock going straight up so that it drew a hard, hot, throbbing line from Circ's chin up to between his eyes. The squirrel grunted, and Circ shivered as he felt the jack-o-lantern give a few deep, hard throbs. After a few moments, the squirrel pulled back. Circ's eyes narrowed on the thick beads of white soaking through the front of the thong, building up along the jack-o-lantern's face.
"Lap it up, kitty."
The squirrel pushed forward, and Circ opened his muzzle. He let the tent press between his lips, and then he started suckling. He strained as much cum out of the material as he could manage, getting hints and sparks of intense male flavour.
As he kept suckling, the vacant look on his eyes faded. His eyes came into focus, and he let out a soft groan. Then, quite suddenly, he blinked, and he stopped his suckling.
Circ held his position for a few moments, staring ahead in confusion at the black fur and orange thong. There was something in his mouth. It was warm, and had a bit of give to it, but the surface was oddly smooth.
He realized what he was suckling on at about the same time that he realized that his ass and cock were completely uncovered. He pulled back, stricken, falling back onto his bare rump and staring up at the squirrel.
"Wh-what the hell?"
The squirrel just sighed and stretched. "Always fun to blow off steam before a show." It was like Circ hadn't even spoken. The svelte black squirrel bent over, and peeled off his cum- and spit-soaked thong. He tossed it over to a small hamper, and then strode over to one of the racks of clothes. Circ couldn't help but let his gaze wander down to the squirrel's shapely ass as the rodent began flicking through the clothes. "You wanted into the party, but you couldn't give a treat, kitty cat. So instead, you're going to have to turn a trick or two."
The squirrel turned around, and in his hands he was holding two orange thongs; identical to the one the squirrel had been wearing earlier. He tossed one to Circ, and then began sliding the other one up his legs.
Circ just stared down at the tiny piece of orange fabric in his hands. "Wait, you want me to, uh..."
"I think the correct term is whore yourself out." The squirrel stood up straight, now clad in his new thong. He gestured around the dressing room. All of the other furs were now dressed, all of them in barely any clothing, and all of it revealing. Some of them were heading over towards a staircase that led downwards. "Get your thong on and let's go."
"I can't..." Circ sputtered, staring at the squirrel, and then down at himself. His brown fur was all brushed nicely, and all he had on were the tight green arm warmers and stockings. It took a moment for him to realize that he ought to move his hands to cover himself up. "I don't even know if I ca--"
"You just sucked my cum through my thong." The squirrel's voice cut Circ off. The cat stared up at him, his face feeling hot. "We just met. You have no idea what my name is. I just jacked myself off using your face, and you lapped my cum up like a good kitty." Each sentence made the cat's ears twitch, his blush deepen, and his head duck a bit lower. He didn't even notice that the squirrel had stepped back over to him. Then, a black-furred paw was cupping under his chin, forcing the cat to look up and meet the squirrel's gaze. "What does that sound like to you?"
Circ just stared at the squirrel, his throat feeling dry. Then, he gulped, and murmured, "...a slut."
"That's right. So what does that make you. Full sentence, kitty cat."
Circ's face was burning, but the hand wouldn't let him look away from the squirrel's face. His voice was a mewl when he replied. "I'm a slut."
"Good. Now put on your thong, and come whore yourself out to the people that payed to be here, slut."
The squirrel turned, and he sauntered off, heading down the stairs without another word. Circ stared after him, his mouth still hanging a bit open. He glanced about. He was the only one left in the dressing room. He could probably find his clothes if he looked, and disappear before anybody noticed. He got up to his feet, and went to start looking... but he hesitated. He glanced at himself in the mirror, then down at the thong in his hand.
It couldn't hurt to try.
He slid one foot in, and then the other. He pulled it up, and the fabric began stretching as soon as it passed his knee. He had to tuck his cock into the pouch in the front, forcing it into a lewd tent. The narrow strip of fabric in the back settled between his cheeks like it belonged there. Like it had been made for him.
Or like he had been made for it.
Circ glanced at himself in the mirror again. A scantily clad cat peered back at him, dressed like a stripper or a, a...
"Slut," he muttered.
He took a few deep breaths, just eying himself up in the mirror. Then, he started towards the staircase.