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"Trick or Treat!"

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That was the exchange repeated ad nauseum. Laura and Jamie had planned to go to a Halloween party, but at the last minute, their aunt demanded their help to take the kids trick or treating, and they'd reluctantly driven over to the nice neighborhood where she lived. Then, at the last SECOND, their uncle demanded the kids not participate in such sinful debauchery and dragged them off to church.

That was how a pair of 18 year olds got stuck on the wealthiest, most hateful side of town, in Halloween costumes, much to late to do anything except trick or treat. Naturally they couldn't exactly explain that, and even if they did the response would probably be to get lost. So they got a lot of doors slammed in their face.

Aside from that one bitch who called the cops on the tresspassers. The cops were fortunately sensible enough to ignore her, but it was still exactly the wrong kind of Halloween scare.

The couple was pretty close to admitting that they probably should have accepted that the night was a wash, their favorite holiday was ruined, and they should have just had a spite-fuck on Jamie's uncle's car.

Pretty close. One should never underestimate the spite of teenagers. They still had their costumes, and they were getting some use out of it. Laura was dressed as a 'sexy werewolf'. Black fur bikini, furry paw boots and gloves, a dog ear headband, sharp teeth... and a trenchcoat because it was late october at night. Jamie was dressed as a 'properly monstrous vampire'. A formal suit, sure, but great bat wings, bat ears, a prosthetic nose, red contacts, fangs, and fake bloodstains. Somebody was going to appreciate that before the night was done, or stop them by force.

They still had one house on this street to try... the largest one on the block by far. Plastic bat lights hung activated over the porch, ringed around a life-size vampire staked to the wall and hanging limp, and the entire sidewalk had been lined with bones, leading up to a person sized pumpkin carved into a face that was obviously moaning... even if it was rather ambiguous why.

The pair decided to take it as a good sign. They went up the walkway, no noisemakers screaming at them despite the decorations. In fact, it was considerably more silent than the rest of the neighborhood. When they got up to the door, they knocked, and began their chant.

"Trick or Treat!"

Only to be bowled over by the resident charging out the door.

"Children! Hello! Thank you so much for coming. I haven't had any visitors all night, can you believe that?" A loud and statuesque woman in a full, bright fursuit answered the door. She was at least twice as large as her door, and looked to be stuffed full of foam rubber muscles in a completely unbelievable size.

"Uhhh..." the couple looked at each other, immediately put off.

"Can you believe I haven't gotten anybody all night? After I told the whole neighborhood that I was handing out ultra-healthy snacks that went perfectly with candy..." the obvious furry answered, to the mutual winces of her guests.

"Heck, I even specified that they were for the adults with a wink and a nudge, and they just glared at me!"

Jaime and Laura surppressed their own glares, forcing a smile for the only person willing to acknowledge them all night.

"But now you're here! And so mature, too! Have a double, no... triple dose! Hope you kids can make the night memorable!" She dropped three full size bars into each of their pails, before seeming to get sucked back into her house through the too small door, like a balloon deflating. "Bye dearies!" She said, turning the light off and disappearing.

The couple were utterly baffled, barely looking around them as they walked down the unadorned sidewalk to the sound of crickets chirping, before sitting on the sidewalk outside of the house's gates. They fished their bars outside of their buckets almost in a daze, looking over the labeling. They appeared manufactured, wrapped up in official looking packaging with 'Sugarchaser' on them. No nutrition facts were listed though. Also... the face of the furry character who answered the door was featured in the branding.

Their look over was interrupted by grumbling stomachs, since the pair had skipped dinner. Reluctantly, they unwrapped one. The smell was relatively normal, if a bit citrusy.

They took a bite.

It was delicious.

Sweet and fruity and just a tiny bit salty underneath, it tasted like a really high quality meal replacement bar, and each finished their first... before immediately unwrapping the other two, and shoveling them down at once.

Tasty as it was, they just wanted more. Actually, they wanted some proper candy. Actually eating something made them feel energized to keep trying, as well as a little bit hungrier...

And hot.

Laura took off her jacket, revealing her bikini properly, night air cooling off her burning skin and feeling much better, fingers running across her slightly chubby midriff and wincing at how hot it felt. Jamie saw her cue and followed suit, unbuttoning his top and revealing a bit of his unremarkable torso.

The pair went back to the first house they'd hit, ringing the doorbell and hiding just out of sight. When the costume-less old woman answered the door with a hello, they both popped out with a loud: 'Trick or treat!' only for her to glare at them and start to leave for inside...

As she did so, however, she caught a glimpse of Jamie's red eyes and stopped where she was. "Alright you two idiots, which one do you want then?" she asked.

Jamie didn't even question it, "Treats, of course."

She began to grab her candy dish, slowly pouring it into their buckets mumbling to herself, "of course dears, it's late anyway, otherwise it would probably go to waste..." She poured the entire remains of her bowl into their buckets, before hurriedly going back inside and shutting the door, light going off shortly there after.

The couple smiled at their good fortune, pulling out fun sized snickers and unwrapping them in a second, before popping them into each others mouths in a flirty sort of way, rapidly going through candy as they walked back to the road.

By the time they actually hit the street, they were out of candy again.

"Oh darling mie, whaever shall ve... pleh," Jamie spat out his fake fangs, plastic interfering with his speech, before flashing a pearly white sharp toothed smile, "Oh darling mine, vatever shall ve do?" he asked Laura, playfully, "Ve have no food again."

Laura spit her own plastic grill out, prying it out with a claw before responding, "What a silly question. Everybody knows to pay tribute to a proper count, dearest!" she ran an arm across his wings to drive the point home, him giving a shudder as she did so.

"Of course, you're right as alvays, I don't know how I could have questioned it," he teased before marching off at her side.

The next house had possessed an entire pile of full sized snickers. They'd caught just a glimpse of it before being thrown out the first time. Now they felt like they should go back.

Of course, Jamie couldn't enter without an invitation, so Laura would have to go alone. He gave her a quick kiss for luck, before she put her bucket in her mouth and dashed up on all fours. She rang the doorbell and dropped her bucket.

"Trick or Treat!" she said brightly, smiling wide.

The middle aged man at the door almost fell to his knees, looking at the statuesque bikini-clad woman in front of him... seeing her predatory grin. "Y-yes, of course!" he said, "How much would you like?"

"All you can spare for the pack, of course," she teased.

The man grabbed his pile with shaking hands, handing her the entire dish of snickers.

She wanted to leave it alone, she really did. Share it with her mate. But it just smelled so good, even through the wrapper. By the time she got to the street, she held her head low, looking down at her partner.

"Jamie dear, I'm sorry, I ate all of them," she said sheepishly.

Jamie simply laughed, "That's fine darling! I thought you might, it looks good on you," he poked her athletic stomach, running a claw down the athletic fold in her center, peach fuzz tickling his fingertip. "I got some thralls to get my own supply!"

A group of children in assorted fairy, princess, and superhero costumes walked up to them, pouring piles of candy at Jamies feat, him quickly picking them up and eating them with supernatural celerity, caramel practically pouring down his throat as he ate in front of his girl, a very canine whimper eking out of her.

"Oh don't worry," he continued to giggle, "They're bringing some for you, too," he said as he sat down next to her. Monotone calls of 'Trick or Treat' sounding around them as their personal army dropped off candy, bowed, and went elsewhere for more.

Jamie fed both of them, one for him, one for her, his girl always opening her maw wide for him to plop something in, him occasionally stealing a chocolaty kiss as well. Her big paws were snuggly, but not quite as good for unwrapping, so her contribution was mostly just massaging him.

Her razor sharp claws dipped into his stone hard skin, her strength enough to get deep into his tissues as he let out a soft 'keeeee...' She began taking his suit off, revealing his thick pecs and marble abs beneath a thin layer of dark brown fur, her long canine tongue occasionally flicking out to touch his cold body in other ways.

He just continued to feed her, looking in admiration at her thick black fur that showed utmost silkiness but did nothing to hide her muscle. She was much buffer than he was, even if he suspected their strength was roughly equal, her bikini overwhelmed by massive breasts that relied more on the strong pecs underneath them to stay stable. With every step, her thighs and arms bulged a bit, her eight pack abs well hidden.

Every now and then, Jamie would let out an ultrasonic shriek, bouncing off his partner and back to his long, funnel like ears to show him how she really looked. It was his own personal way of ogling them. Eventually their flow of candy seemed to slow down, they were spending more time kissing and less time eating.

It was it's own sort of satisfying, but it might have been time to move on nonetheless.

Jamie scooped up his girl in his arms, and flexed his wings before taking off to the skies, releasing his mind control from the confused and angry rich children now rampaging below.

"Well honey, the world is our oyster as usual, what would you like to do?" Jamie said, his silhouette crossing the moon before disappearing from the neighborhood.

"It's more our candy bar, I'd say," Laura cracked a joke that Jamie good naturedly chuckled at, "We don't have to be gone til morning, we could find more snacks and toys."

"We could still meet my aunt at the church. They have plenty to feed on there," Jamie showed his fangs mischievously.

"Do you really think that's a good idea? It's a church!" Laura wrang her hands, before continuing in a smaller voice, "You could get hurt."

"Laura darling, do you really think these people have the kind of faith needed to worry about that?" Jamie returned.

"No. No I suppose I don't."

"Alright then, I guess we have a party to crash."

Two furry monsters continued off into the night, only seeing one possible noteworthy element of the situation.

"Jamie dear... I think we have more than one."