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An old grandfather clock chimed the half-hour, and Vance flicked his eyes from the TV to the clock-face. The raccoon wiggled his nose slightly at it--eight-thirty at night, just about time for the crowd of trick-or-treaters to start dwindling down to just the barest of stragglers. Standing up, the jet-black cape of his vampire costume swooshed out behind himself, billowing a little as plump, ringed tail swayed a bit underneath it.

While the raccoon had called it a "costume", the male wasn't wearing much else other than it--just a pair of false-fangs, after all! The rest of his body, from head to toe, was as nude as the day he was born, and it'd undoubtedly be flashing whomever walked past his windows were the blinds open! Dark brown feet tapped their way over towards the door, and a violet eye peeked through the door's peephole at his front porch.

Set upon a small table, a large bowl of candy remained half-empty, along with signage decreeing "Take a few". The entire porch was cast in a reddish-orange haze from a plastic filter over the porch-light and a fog machine chugging along steadily underneath the table, slowly spilling humid smoke into the air. As he watched through that little port-hole, a pair of cats, twins perhaps, made their way up to the front steps, jumping as a motion-activated tombstone shook and growled at them. Seeing such a startled expression upon Superman and Wonder Woman dressed kids made Vance laugh shortly, while a dark-furred paw fondled across white-belly fluff to_adjust_ certain portions of himself down below.

Two kids was too many for his evening plans--not to mention they seemed to have a couple of parents chaperoning them from the street. The raccoon's neighborhood wasn't so scummy that adults didn't let their kids wander around unsupervised, and on Halloween especially their attitudes were rather lax for how late their children could stay out. Certainly, then, Vance had plenty of time to find the perfect little brat to snatch for some evening entertainment.

Vance pulled himself from the door, wriggling his nose just a slight bit. On a small table by that door were a few vials of fluid for that smoke machine--vials that, while producing smoke, also produced some other_interesting_effects on those who inhaled their sharp scent. In fact, the raccoon had purchased the vials from a sex shop that had promised increased arousal and decreased inhibition on whomever drank them--the use in a fog machine was an experiment that had yielded rather excellent results when tested a few days ago.

A tongue swept across the raccoon's lips as he reminisced, opening that door a hair wide to slink out and fill the fog-machine's tank with the tainted fluid. The misty fog wafting from Vance's porch seemed to grow thicker, and denser, clinging to itself in the air and raising to the height of the raccoon's waist before finally starting to spill from that fenced-in porch-step. With that first (of many) deviant deeds done, Vance filled the bowl of candy higher, and returned inside, still lurking behind the front door.

Fog still clung to his fur and cape, leaving himself and the fabric slightly dampened with aphrodisiac. Just a little inhale and the raccoon could smell that rich, sickly-sweet scent of pheromone upon himself. One hand slid down his belly again, this time grasping around a light-skinned shaft, squeezing his uncut member to life with steady, slow strokes. He rested the back of his head against the door, softly groaning out with each pump across his dick, feeling that malehood grow thicker and firmer than ever, a fat vein feeding his prick at its base, keeping that cock rigid and swollen.

"Fuck... someone better come by soon," he groaned to himself, his other paw smoothing up through the white fluff on his chest, combing right against that interface between light-brown and white. Beneath his fingertips, the 'coon could feel his heart beating and pounding harder in his chest, teeth gritting together lightly as a squirt of precum splattered onto the wooden floor below.

Turning around for a moment, Vance peered through that peep-hole again, one hand steadily jerking himself off slowly, splurt after splurt of copious precum spilling onto the door. It seemed slightly brighter on the porch--half due to the hazy fog reflecting more of that reddish-orange light, and half from the raccoon's doped-up state, leaving his pupil to take up almost the entirety of his purple iris.

Vance's tongue hung slightly from his lips, drooling just a slight bit as he spotted some trick-or-treaters across the street--surely they'd make their way over to one of the few houses left with porch-lights on, right? But, alas, that gaggle of costumed kids continued their way--perhaps having hit his house already. The raccoon's paw had dropped from shaft to balls, squeezing and stroking that fine, white-furred pair of nuts just a bit. They were no exception to the effects of that aphrodisiac, having swollen a fair bit larger, heavy and fertile. Even toying and squeezing with that pair was building up a familiar winding sensation in the raccoon's core, and he shook his head and body, trying to clear it from his mind. Halloween only came once a year, and so did the exceptional chance for him to take care of those illegal urges that built up throughout the seasons.

Resting his head upon the door, Vance lidded his eyes shut and exhaled out sharply, squeezing his furry thighs together. Even the light bit of pressure this put to the backside of his balls was sending a little buzz of arousal through his body, but nothing that'd make him cum from it alone. Bit by bit, the rush that the aphrodisiac smoke had filled his body with started to drain away, leaving the raccoon parched and heated--but level headed. His shaft, however, did not shrink or soften--remaining angrily erect and drooly, precum rolling down that half-covered tip and adding to the puddle of fluid soaking into that door-mat below.

Clunk.

That raccoon's rounded ears twitched, hearing a plastic-y thud and the sound of many wrappered candies rolling across the ground. Did someone knock over his bowl? Vance peeked through that porthole again, before his heart skipped a beat in his chest. Standing alone in that sea of aphrodisiac fog was a rabbit-boy. His ears went from perked high to slightly drooping the longer that quick little button-nose inhaled the smoke surrounding him, and a firm bulge had already formed underneath that green tunic costume the hero-cosplaying boy had worn.

Vance nearly leapt through the front door the moment he laid eyes upon the cute kid--after all, the bunny was almost exactly what he was looking for! Instead, he quickly scanned the sidewalk for parents, and gave a fanged smile when spotting none! His hand quickly smacked the light-switch, blanketing the porch in darkness before throwing open the front door and leaping out, wearing cape alone!

"M-mister! You're not w-wearin' a costume!" the kid chittered--the sudden darkness and whoosh of wind seeming to dispel the effect of that aphrodisiac for just a brief moment. Embarrassed by the raccoon's nudity, the boy quickly looked up at the other's face, trying to keep eye-contact in order to fight the urge to look lower again. It wasn't the first time that the rabbit had seen another guy's junk--but it certainly was the first time it appeared so thick and...delicious. A little drool spilled to the corner of the boy's cheek before he realized it, and the longer he stared into the older male's violet eyes the stranger his thoughts became.

"You're not worried about that," Vance replied--his teeth, fake-fangs and all, displayed in a sharp smile.

"I'm... not worried about... that..." the boy rumbled in return, echoing the raccoon's words. He didn't know why he did it--it just seemed like the right thing to do! The rabbit's right hand squeezed the air where his candy bucket had been. "Aahh..." he mumbled--his body and mind utterly submerged in that fog. Reaching to his groin, the little bunny instead lifted up the base of his tunic and pulled his smaller stiffy into view, starting to touch himself right in front of the raccoon!

The vampire-dressed male smiled a little wider--not only did that smoke bring the boy into such an aroused state, it made hypnotizing the rabbit a hundred times easier! He took a step forward into the fog, breathing in that rich aroma and feeling his own arousal heighten, dick twitching even stiffer than before, if it were possible! The bunny kid's hand pumped away a little quicker, his breathing growing faster and faster, only increasing the corruption in his mind.

"What's your name, kid?" Vance rumbled softly, a subtle glow highlight behind those violet eyes, along with a light swirl just barely visible from the center of pupil to their whites.

"Hnnhh... I'm Link... no... uhm... Kyle..." the rabbit replied--mixing up his costume for himself. A few small squirts of precum spilled over the boy's fingers. The kid--Kyle--seemed even dizzier as the raccoon male loomed over him, and that sharp, spiraling stare gazed deeply into his eyes. Soon, that self-touching stopped as the bunny's hands fell limp, and his mouth hung open, drooling just a slight bit as he stared at the older man.

"How old are you, Kyle?" Vance asked, taking another step towards the cub. It was important to start off hypnosis with the easier questions, after all--once the boy answered just a few of them honestly,_anything_could be asked and that kid would helplessly respond. There was barely a foot of distance between the two--even less if measured from that tip of Vance's turgid shaft.

"I'm nine..." the bunny replied, starting to speak just a little easier. Though his eyes were locked with the raccoon's own, he could feel the heat and smell the subtle scent of that other male's dick just a few inches from his face--especially with a little throb spattered precum across his muzzle. Even that, however, didn't break that deep, entranced eye-contact, and bit by bit, Kyle's will was draining away from his mind and body, leaving just a malleable construct for the raccoon's pleasure to play with.

Deeper and deeper, Vance's swirling eyes pulled the boy's conscious mind under, and replaced it with the kid's malleable, obedient sub-conscious. The mirroring spiral in the rabbit's dimmed to just the whites of his eyes, while small little hearts formed in the center of the kid's pupils just from looking at the raccoon's form above him.

"Good boy," Vance praised--and a spark of pleasure shot up the rabbit's back almost instinctively, his small little tail wriggling quicker. Another step forward, and the raccoon's hooded prick pushed against the boy's face, that kid right at the perfect level for his hips. Hot, slimy precum slid along the side of the bunny's face, smearing into the fur as the kid continued to stare deeply into the older male's eyes, seemingly blind to that dribbling phallus smearing upon chin and cheek.

"Ahhn, I'm a good boy," Kyle repeated back, breathing a little heavier. For some reason, those words made him want to wag his short little tail like a dog's, and pant heavily for the raccoon, as if that older male was his Master. As those hips pressed closer to his face, the rabbit's hands lifted up, holding bare hips gently to keep himself from falling over, while looking up adoringly to the raccoon's eyes. Something pushed and nudged against his cheek--his body told him through touch and scent, that thing was_delicious_, but he shouldn't touch it until the raccoon said so. The tiniest of voices nagged at the back of his head, questioning why that was but--

"Suck me," Vance ordered.

Before any more thoughts swirled around in the bunny's head, his lips were wrapped around the fat, thick tip of that raccoon's prick and sliding down the precum-slimy length with ease. Both hands slid forward, lightly grasping the base of that older male's length while the bunny's muzzle bobbed and bounced further and further down over that shaft, feeling the throb of Vance's heart-beat underneath his fingers. Kyle attempted to keep in contact with those addicting eyes, but soon felt a hand drop to the top of his tunic-wearing head, forcing him a little further and deeper on that prick.

Between the boy's thighs, that small little boyhood twitched and flexed firmly, precum splattering out the very tip of that young cock, just from the sheer act of blowing the older man on his command! Kyle thought nothing of why such an act was pleasurable, just that it_was_pleasurable and so he'd continue to do it! With Vance's strong paw upon the back of his head, one paw left the base of that prick to hold onto the raccoon's waist, and then the other.

Kyle's mind and head grew dizzier and fuzzier as that dick pressed further towards the back of the bunny's throat. What little breaths of air he could get were thoroughly tainted by that thick, arousal-increasing fog surrounding him. He could feel his jaw open wider and wider as inch of that dick worked its way deeper into his muzzle, soon curving down the very back of his neck and clogging that airway for a moment. Tears welled up slightly at the corner of his eyes, but that smoke-warped mind only imagined them as tears of pleasure and joy.

Vance groaned sharply--forgetting that he was on his front porch and fucking a kid's throat. Both of his hands rested behind the rabbit's big ears, holding that head steady and still as hips plunged harder and firmer into the kid's mouth. His back arched at times, thigh-muscles clenching as he felt the bunny's squeezing paws grip his fur a little harder whenever that cockhead splattered a load of precum right down the back of that throat. Perhaps his technique had gotten better, or he had gotten a better victim, but the rabbit-boy was certainly head and shoulders above last year's Halloween "treat".

The raccoon pulled fully out of the bunny's face for a moment, hot spit and precum soaking his stiff shaft, barely wiped away as the older male smeared and ground his hips against the front of that kid's face, leaving an utter mess of drool and pre-seed plastering the boy's fur. With that dick out of his mouth, Kyle's muzzle had pressed in close to the raccoon's groin, kissing, licking, smooching the procyon's plump balls with worshipping fervor. His eyes were spiraled on the rim and bright with hearts in their center--that bunny completely brainwashed by the raccoon's drugs and hypnosis.

Little streams of precum spilled down the bunny's stiff dick as Kyle tipped his head back again, and opened his mouth wide, tongue laying out as a red-carpet for the raccoon's prick to smear and cram along. Vance didn't keep the kid waiting, either--as that fat, hooded prick vanished down to the back of the boy's throat in just a brief moment, causing a cough and gag from the cub to contract down the deepest penetrating tip of the raccoon's girth. Again, tears welled up in the boy's eyes--this time with a little mucus drainage from his small nose as it mashed to the raccoon's base, but the boy's body betrayed him with a hands-free orgasm.

Kyle squeezed and gripped the adult's rear closer to himself, practically hugging around it as that petite boyhood spasmed and shot out pearly squirts of cum unbidden and untouched. Those gooey, sticky spatters of cream arched through the air and down to the ground, leaving a gooey mess upon the cub's dropped and forgotten candy. With his orgasm, the rabbit held his muzzle right to the raccoon's base, swallowing hard around that throat-blocking prick, nursing and suckling as best he could with such a fat thing in his mouth.

Even if the kid didn't bob to the hilt willingly, Vance's grasp to the boy's head would have done the work for him. As he neared his limit, the raccoon clutched tightly down behind the boy's ears, pulling that face to his crotch and flicking his head backwards. He gritted his teeth together, hard enough that the false fangs in his mouth snapped. Heavy balls lifted a little higher to the base of that uncut girth, pulled tight in their sack before releasing thick and copious load directly down the rabbit's gullet.

"Drink!" the raccoon ordered--though such a command was hardly necessary. Each spurt of seed was directed right down the kid's throat and into the boy's belly, slow and steadily starting to plump it out from the sheer, viscous quantity of that dense cum. Kyle hardly had a chance to swallow or savor the seed until those very last spurts of cum spattered from the raccoon's prick and Vance had pulled backwards, splurting it right across the bun's tongue.

If those hearts in Kyle's pupils could get bigger, they would, the boy practically worshipping that shaft as it slipped free from his lips, leaving a sore jaw and throat behind, as well as such gooey, addictive cum bridging from lips to mouth. His hands instinctively slipped from the raccoon's waist to the base of that rod, pumping it a few more times and receiving a few final spatters of cum across his face.

Vance panted hard, spitting out the broken pieces of those false teeth. Despite such a hard orgasm, why did he feel so... unfulfilled and pent up? As fog drifted across his snout, the raccoon realized the answer--that machine was still pumping out aphrodisiac into the air! Still erect, that dick gave a throb within the rabbit's grasp and reminded the raccoon of its rigidity and remaining desires. His eyes dropped down to the young rabbit beneath him, whose height gave him a greater dose of that drug.

Kyle's short little muzzle was plastered with spit, precum and snot. Sticky lines of semen hung between his lips and teeth, quickly being lapped clean by the greedy rabbit's tongue. Like the raccoon, that stiff prick between the boy's thighs hardly shrank down after orgasm--merely pressing upwards into that green tunic of his costume, right below a cum-chubby belly. The boy's hypnotized looked up at the raccoon for more, greedy, lustful, and obedient.

Scooping his hands under the boy's shoulders, Vance lifted that kid off the ground with ease, and pinned him up against a wall. The bunny barely struggled, as if reading the raccoon's mind for what he had planned next. In fact, dropped on the ground where the boy had been standing was the kid's underwear, leaving him fully bare under that skirted tunic. His mouth hung open slightly, tongue still licking his lips clean of the other's flavor.

Pushing himself closer to the rabbit, Vance's eyes spiraled once more as he made contact with the boy's own, dick throbbing right between the kid's chubby thighs, smushing upon a pudgy and soft taint. He could feel the bunny wriggling underneath him, those legs lifting up and hooking around his waist, pulling his hips in closer as that smoke-drugged boy greedily desired more_sex_.

"Speak," the raccoon growled, "Tell me every_desire_," he ordered. Almost immediately the boy's self-imposed silence was broken, and the bunny began to babble his filthy thoughts.

"Aahn! Master, please, please, please fuck me silly! I can't go a single moment without your dick cramming in me, Master! Haa, hurry and hump me, Master!" the boy spat out, his words in a flurry and well beyond his age. The ankles wrapped right over that raccoon's tail gave a little squeeze, trying to pull the adult in further as a soft, virgin pucker pressed atop the other's slimy-slick cockhead and clenched in desire, the rabbit's back arching.

Deep inside, that little voice of rationality within Kyle's mind seemed to be growing quieter and smaller, pushed out by an utter adoration and desire to be used and abused by the older raccoon. No longer did it nag at the back of his mind, wondering why the older male was his "Master", it simply accepted that to be the case. As for those filthy words... well, living in a rabbit's house certainly made them more commonplace than not.

Vance pressed himself forward, following the guide of those bunny-hips and taint, sinking an inch of malehood into the boy's tunnel. The rabbit was being quite loud, especially with the street and sidewalk only a few yards away. As that first penetration sank into the kid, however, the boy's groans and moans echoed down the road once more.

"Haahh! Yes, yes! More, Master! Use me!" he moaned, almost shouting at the top of his lungs as that raccoon stuffed into him. The boy's short tail swished and wiggled faster and faster as that taut tunnel was deflowered by a neighborhood stranger, pink rim stretching around that intruding girth as its slick form sunk into the cub's bottom. His arms reached up and draped around the raccoon's neck, eyes gazing deep into Vance's spiraling violet pair.

A heavy, hot breath exhaled over Kyle's face, that raccoon starting to pump and hammer into the boy's backend just as the kid pleaded for, those hips squeezing him in further and deeper as that tunnel stretched and squeezed tightly around the male's intruding girth. The bunny's insides were hot, and gripping down with vice-like grip. Even the copious splurts and spit-slathered coating of Vance's dick barely made a dent on how difficult it was to intrude upon that cub's tush.

Soon enough, though, the raccoon's hips were smacking up against the boy's chubbier tush, that fat, kid-fucking dick stretching that pink ring wide with each slam to its hilt. The bunny moaned and groaned louder as that girth ground against his immature prostate, stirring pleasure around in his body, winding it tighter and tighter as a few gooey spurts of release stained the front of the boy's tunic with cum.

"Nnggh! Harder, Master! Cum inside me!" the kid huffed and howled between gasps, each heavy pump and pound of that raccoon's member inside him only prolonging that near-constant drooling of orgasm from his dick, those few spurts of semen-stain on his chest now a slimier, sloppier mess of puddled kid-cum across his belly. The boy's rear contracted and clenched around that bigger shaft stuffing inside him, constantly squeezing and milking the raccoon's rod, driving that adult's orgasm closer and closer to release.

Harder, faster, Vance's hips plowed into the kid's hind deeply, until finally the raccoon hilted hard and deep, and the boy's legs squeezed tight around his waist. A sharp groan escaped the adult's mouth as he hit his peak, sending pearly spurts of cum deep into the boy's guts, adding to that chubbiness in the kid's belly from the other side. Hot, steady squirts of semen splattered deep into the rabbit's insides, soaking every inch of the kid's walls, and adding the finishing peak to the bunny's near-constant orgasm.

"Nghh! Yes!Yes!" Kyle howled, his eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out in complete euphoria. His stretched-sore rim clenched tighter around that muscle-splitting shaft, milking the steady squirts of cum from that raccoon's prick into him before finally that rod slopped free at last, leaving a heavy drooling of cum to spill out between the kid's cheeks and thighs in an utter mess.

The fog covering that porch had finally began to dissipate as that machine ran dry, blowing out plain air instead of that rich, aphrodisiac aroma. Even so, the bunny still clutched to the male he thought was his Master, breathing hard and lustfully, trying to lean in and kiss the older male on the lips before being unpinned from the wall and set upon the ground.

Cum dribbled from the rabbit's spent hole, strands of sticky seed clinging to the inside of his thighs as the kid shakily stood in place, awaiting another order from his Master. There was drool down his chin and soaking the chest of his tunic, while stains of semen splattered the lower half. As those swirling eyes looked up into the raccoon's own with adoration, Vance knelt down to the boy's level, smiling softly.

"What a good boy," Vance praised, readjusting that green hat upon the rabbit's head, and giving the cub back his candy-bucket. While most of its contents had been tossed to the ground and splattered with cum, the raccoon replaced what was sullied with the entire contents of his bowl, leaving that bucket nearly overfilling with sweets. That lucky kid looked as if he had scarfed down quite a lot too, his tunic no longer quite fitting properly with that cum-flooded belly bumping it outwards. "When I snap my fingers, you'll forget all that happened tonight, and head home. Next Halloween, you'll visit my house once again as your last stop, understood?" he said.

"Yes Master!" the boy replied back, his hypnotized eyes still swirling away, love and lust still pounding in his heart for the raccoon. Even hypnosis could hardly displace it away!

"Good boy. Turn and walk down to the sidewalk, then," the raccoon ordered, pointing the rabbit in that direction. As the kid stepped down from the porch, the scent of sex and semen diminished by half. Then, after picking up the boy's discarded underwear as a "trophy", Vance snapped his fingers clearly, and returned inside. There was one thing left to check, after all--the footage of his front-door's security camera. With recording safe and secure, the raccoon's "Trick-or-Treating" was finished for the year.