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This story was written for Kemper as Day #31 of Kinktober 2018. Today's theme was "Halloween" and the story contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, and costumed role-play based fun. :3

The Firelight Spooktacular

A ghost stood upon the sand a good fifty metres away from the glow of the bonfire, a quivering white sheet which Kemper passed by with a smirk as he heard moaning coming from not one but two voices hidden away beneath the simple yet classic costume. The sabretoothed cat grinned as he watched a lynx dressed as Lara Croft race past him with a squeal of playful laughter and fear all rolled into one, and a few seconds later a pair of well made up zombies loped past after her with drooling muzzles wide open and bare cocks hard and throbbing. He saw a bandaged mummy lying down upon one of several beach blankets strewn across the sand with glowing jack-o-lanterns resting between them, the figure within giggling as they teased the bandages covering their crotch aside and wrapped their legs around Frankenstein's monster, pulling him down against them with a needy, pleading cry. Then, just as Kemper began to approach the bonfire itself and ran a hand over the tented crotch of his black trousers, feeling decidedly overdressed already, he saw the reason why he was here. The woman who had invited him to this very special beach party, and who truth be told the feline male had found himself thinking about quite a lot since the last time he'd been here.

Dressed in a leather jacket, a deep red top with a plunging neckline and a pair of dark, tight fitted pants, Martina was on her knees in front of a fox dressed in a green shirt, a striped tie and pale khakis which where caught around his thighs. She was bobbing back and forth upon the fox's cock while one of her hands fondled his balls, and by the look on the male's face she was very, very close to making him lose control. Sure enough, just seconds later a warning, pre-emptive cry escaped the fox's muzzle, but rather than prompting the kangaroo to pull back from his cock she wrapped her free arm around him, slipped a finger between his buttocks, and provoked an even louder, more mindless yelping wail from the vulpine as he obviously began to let loose down the back of her throat.

"A-aah... god, Martina. Yes!"

The fox whined and moaned as he flooded her muzzle with his cum, the kangaroo in front of him not wasting a single drop as she hungrily gulped it all down. When she was done however, as the male stumbled back a step and the kangaroo rose to her feet, she pulled him in for a kiss by his tie for just a few moments, then gently, playfully tapped him on the tip of his nose in a chiding manner.

"Now now, Nick... you know that's not who I am. Not tonight. But... that's okay, I don't expect a hustler like you to know the name of every girl who sucks your cock. Even if she is the Slayer."

Blushing and grinning, the fox kissed Martina tenderly once again, and stroked her cheek just enough to make her head turn. To make her gaze shift just far enough to the side for her to catch sight of Kemper in her peripheral vision, and to allow their eyes to lock with mutually eager intensity just a moment later.

"Have fun, Nick. There's someone else I've got to see. Oh, and... I think I saw a certain Officer Hopps wandering around earlier. I'm sure she'd love to meet up with her partner."

Leaving the fox looking eagerly around for someone in a ZPD cop costume, the kangaroo padded hurriedly over to where Kemper was waiting and opened her arms to embrace him. He returned the hug, and shivered happily as the hug soon transitioned from a welcome into a more familiar, intimate cuddle, and then into something even more personal as Martina rolled her hips forward against his to really feel the bulge of his hard-on. She drew back just far enough for them to look one another in the eye, and as Kemper opened his muzzle to say hello, to say anything to her really, she kissed him deeply. She kissed him, and clung to him, and ran a hand down his face, all the way down his neck until she touched the raised collar of his cloak. Only then did she pause. Their kiss trailed off, and Kemper felt his face growing red as the kangaroo stepped backwards in an obvious desire to observe and admire his costume. With a flourish he swept his cloak dramatically around himself, covering half his face before sweeping both arms out and baring his already elongated fangs in mock aggression. A sabretoothed cat going as a vampire was far from the most original costume, but it was always a hit, and he didn't think that here would be any different.

To his shock though, Martina didn't grin. She didn't smile or clap her hands or tell him what a great outfit it was. Instead she reached into the pocket of her leather jacket, pulled out an obvious fake but still rather pointy looking replica of a wooden stake, and scowled as she pulled herself into what looked like a combat-ready fighting stance.

"Vampire!"

She muttered angrily. Kemper's eyes widened, and then he thought back to the conversation he'd overheard her sharing with the fox. He recalled how she had chided him for breaking character and calling her by her real name, and he recalled how she had addressed herself to him.

With another flurry of his cloak, Kemper bared his fangs and hissed loudly at the figure in front of him as he took on an aggressive posture of his very own.

"So... you're Buffy, huh? A Slayer? Funny, I thought you'd be taller."

Now Martina giggled and clapped her hands together in glee, only to realise what she was doing and rapidly put her game face back on, clearing her throat as she bit back at him with playful sarcasm in every word.

"Oh no, hitting me where it hurts, my height! Woe is me, however will I..."

She dramatically threw a hand over her forehead in mock distress, and as her head tossed back and exposed her neck, she winked at Kemper. His eyes widened, his heart raced, and though they were obviously both running purely by improv in that moment, he took a chance on knowing exactly what she was offering him the chance to do. He lunged forward, he tackled her with force enough to knock the stake from her hand, and moments later the two of them fell to the sand together, growling, grunting and moaning in mock combat and genuinely eager excitement as they rolled and wrestled intimately together.

"You won't win! Y-you can't!"

The kangaroo shrieked in faux terror as Kemper pinned her down by the wrists, only to her let overpower him a moment later just so that he could strike and knock her back down again mere seconds after that.

"You don't sound so sure, Slayer. In fact... you sound almost scared. I..."

They paused in their role-play as a shriek of pleasure rang out from close by, and turned their heads, cheeks flushed and muzzles grinning, as they watched three lupine women in ragged clothes that purposefully concealed absolutely nothing grabbing at a rabbit clearly dressed as Judy Hopps. Two of them held her by one arm apiece, while the other dragged down the cop's leggings with her teeth and began to lick feverishly at the bunny's pussy.

For a brief while the kangaroo and the sabretoothed cat watched the rabbit being eaten out, grinning and blushing, trembling in delight as they saw her happily making out with the two werewolves holding her between them while the third continued to work between her legs with gusto. When finally they turned their attention back to one another though, Kemper picked up right where they'd left off.

"In fact... is that fear, or... is it something else?"

Martina's cheeks flushed, she giggled and nodded eagerly to Kemper as though urging him to keep going down that road, then put on an expression of abject horror and shook her head as she fought to escape him, while making absolutely sure that she didn't move a muscle.

"N-no! You monster, I... I can't believe you'd say that!"

Kemper grinned toothily, and snarled down at her.

"I know your track record, Slayer. Angel. Spike. You love a man with good teeth, don't you. And yet, neither of them were quite good enough. Or maybe neither of them were quite bad enough to do what needed to be done. Tell me you want it, Buffy. Tell me... and I'll give it to you."

The kangaroo whimpered and shook her head, but rolled her hips and tightened her legs' grip around Kemper's waist as his cock throbbed through both their clothing against Martina's own warm, hungrily receptive crotch. Grinning wider and wider, opening his muzzle and baring his fangs once more, Kemper pressed the advantage.

"A soul is so much weight to bear. Imagine being free from all those worries and inhibitions. Imagine the relief. Imagine the pleasure."

Beneath him, the supposed vampire slayer shivered and moaned.

"I... o-oh god. I've been fighting for so long..."

Kemper growled again, but softer. He leaned down close to her, nuzzled at her neck as she arched her back and exposed her throat to him, then kissed her on the neck. On the cheek. On the lips, deeply, fiercely, until he heard and felt a strained, pleading and genuinely heartfelt moan erupt from Martina. He drew back, looked her in the eyes, and blushed as she spoke with such conviction that he truly wasn't sure whether it was his friend or Buffy who was meant to be speaking.

"Do it..."

The marsupial woman gasped with shameless longing, and let loose a squealing, joyous cry as Kemper snarled, flung his head forward one last time and bit down upon the kangaroo's neck without actually applying the slightest pressure, just bringing his fangs to rest against her delicate skin. For a few moments she flailed and struggled in mock helplessness beneath him, then she felt limp. So limp, and so still that were it not for the intimacy of their bodies allowing Kemper to feel her heart thumping up against his he might have genuinely started to worry about her. Then as he pulled his muzzle back and looked down at the flushed, trembling kangaroo, she opened her eyes and looked up at him with a giggle and a gleeful whimper.

"O-oh... Kemper, thank you."

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of his name, and Martina beamed.

"Oh, right. It's your first time. It's all just a game of course, there's no consequences, no punishment if you don't want to play along, but... the rules are, you stay in character until one of two things happen. Your character gets someone; biting them, haunting them, doing whatever it is your character would be doing if the were real. Or, your character gets got by someone else, them doing the same thing to you, defeating whatever or whoever it is you're dressed as."

Kemper grinned, and blushed as he realised what that meant. That he had just won, and that by biting the Slayer, he had freed Martina just as his vampiric self had promised. He tilted his head to one side, and glanced around at the rest of the party goers, many of them fucking or being fucked by someone else and yet still obviously in character. Martina smiled, and craned her neck up to kiss him gently.

"Just because they don't have to be in character any more doesn't mean they might not choose to be. Like I said, there's no consequences. It's just fun. It's always just about fun here."

The sabretooth cat nodded, trembling a little as he felt his cock twitch against Martina's crotch yet again. He looked around. He looked down at her, and leaned down to kiss her tenderly once again with a hopeful whisper.

"So, if... if someone wanted to fuck you right here, right now... who would you rather it be? The vampire who had just fed on the blood of a Slayer, or... well, me."

Martina giggled and stroked his face, but her hand soon slid down to the front of his neck, and Kemper gasped as he felt the clasp of his cloak pop open, giving him his answer even before Martina whispered back to him.

"Being the Slayer was fun, a-and... being nibbled on by a vampire isn't something I'd say no to some nights. But... selfish as it may be? I don't want Buffy to have this, a-and... I don't want a vampire to keep you from me. I want us. I want you, Kemper."

The kangaroo and the sabretoothed cat beamed at one another. They blushed, they kissed, and they moaned as without another word they began to fumble with one another's clothes. To tug, to tease, to set loose what had been restrained beneath their costumes for far too long.

"Yes!"

Martina cried out as Kemper's cock slipped inside her at last, kissing the side of his neck, trembling against the cool sand as his hot body pressed down over her and began to slowly, deliciously fuck her.

"Oh. Oo-ooohh Kemper, r-right there. Right... yes. Aaahhyesss!"

Two zombies glanced up from their sixty-nine as the kangaroo's cries began to ring out louder and louder as the male looming over her quickened his pace, kissing her, whispering to her, doing everything in his power to pleasure her to every possible extreme in the flickering firelight. A male rabbit with a white sheet draped over one shoulder strolled back towards the fire hand in hand with a plump, grey furred mouse, and they beamed, standing side by side and letting their hands drift towards one another's crotches as they joined several other couples in watching that particularly vigorous and vocal pair going at it.

"Kemper! Kemper! Yes!"

The sabretoothed cat himself shuddered and moaned as he listened to Martina's ear-splitting cries, each sound of her abundant pleasure driving him every bit as rapidly towards orgasm as the hot, wet clutching of her walls around his cock.

He had always enjoyed the idea of Halloween in years gone by, but whether attending a party or not the thought of the holiday had always far exceeded its actual payoff when the day came. But, this year after receiving Martina's invitation Kemper had thought that maybe, just maybe Halloween was going to be every bit as exciting and incredible as he'd always wanted it to be.

"I... I'm cumming. Oh god, Kemper... I'm... oooohhhgod, d-don't stop! Harder. Harder! Yesssssss!"

And now, as he listened to the kangaroo shrieking his name, as he felt her body clinging to his, and felt her hot pussy clutching, cumming, milking him until with a strangled cry he began to let loose deep inside her, he knew it for sure.

Halloween could be great.

Halloween could be absolutely spectacular. And all it took was the right people, the right place, the right party... and the right person screaming your name in shameless ecstasy.

By Jeeves

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