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"Thanks for the treats!" the group of twelve friends and acquaintances cheered, before ambling further down the sidewalk.

Trick-or-treating might be mainly for kids, but there was nothing stopping university-aged young adults like these from enjoying it. Really, it was fun for anthros of any age, especially ones who loved costuming with kigurumis, full-on mascot suits, anime cosplays, and other such passion projects.

Though, there was one thing odd about this group.

Most of the students' costumes represented typical Halloween fare -- ghosts, vampires, skeletons -- while a few others were clearly Halloween re-skins of homemade costumes used for fan conventions of certain media.

One of them seemed to be dressed in an authentic full fursuit of Teryx Commodore: a dashing blue anthro dragon of the rainy persuasion, with hair the color of soft sunlight coming out from behind the clouds.

This was odd because Teryx was a celebrity from another country entirely, with his own brands of men's cologne and other such products. It was clearly a custom suit, mimicking his features in remarkably near-to-life detail, while still made of materials.

No one on campus was known to be a fan of Teryx to that degree. If they were, it might have been regarded as a little stalker-ish, or at least a little uncomfortably celeb-obsessed.

And that "Teryx" hadn't said a word all evening. He had pantomimed his responses to questions, often striking poses reminiscent of ones used in the dragon's famous adverts -- some bordering on lewd, some merely sensual. Though the lewdness was somewhat undercut by the lack of anything unmentionable at the fork of the suit's legs.

After some humorous attempts at communication, the group had gone with the flow and not asked too many questions, though some of the more cautious among them had kept an eye on the dragon. The dragon, however, had simply carried a pumpkin-shaped plastic candy bucket like everyone else and moved along, waving happily -- the face emoting with remarkable precision as he showed his gratitude and excitement for the treats.

In the end, as the hour grew late, the group traced a path back to campus, from which they would go their separate ways: some to the dormitories, and others home via short walks or rideshares to their off-campus apartments.

One, however, couldn't wait for a nice round of candy gulping and stopped by a small park adjoining the campus. He sat down on a pathside bench, alone -- briefly checking his phone for updates from friends. Then, innocently, he broke the creepy silence of the night by rustling candy wrappers -- tossing fun-size chocolates onto his tongue, followed by happy noshing sounds as he savored and then devoured each.

Unnoticed behind him, "Teryx" also approached and knelt down, quietly rummaging in his own bucket. The cloth-scaled dragon silently tore the wrapper for a fun-size candy bar of his own, placing it onto his tongue and swallowing.

But, upon doing so, Teryx's face screwed up. He fidgeted in place as the candy fell straight through him, landing down inside his crotch.

Pressing a finger to his lower front, he managed to tease open the almost unnoticeable slit of fabric and pull the candy back out through it. His plastic, golden eyes looked at it forlornly -- and softly shone with a spectral light. The pupils in the plastic dilated with longing.

Then that enlarged gaze looked over to the seated student: a well-built blue dragon, passingly similar to Teryx. The student's scales were of a brighter azure shade with sapphire accents -- his blond mane narrow at the nape but wild and fully scalp-covering on top, in contrast to the stylishly groomed mohawk that Teryx preferred to sport. His costume was a loose weave of ash gray mummy wrappings, cleverly interwoven with matching shorts.

...That one would do.

Teryx unzipped himself from the chest down to the waistline, confirming there was nothing inside. Nothing but a soft, sensual interior -- the color of velvet cloth, but warm. (That zipper hadn't been there before, but it was here now, for one very special purpose!)

He crept right up behind the student, who had set his phone aside and was munching loudly on a chocolate-coated wafer bar. Lost in the pleasures of candy, which Teryx wished also to enjoy!

A prickle-on-the-neck feeling prompted a turn from the student. Eyes went wide. The candy bucket was dropped, spilling only a few still-wrapped specimens. Those legs pivoted and tried to run, but the rain dragon's arms caught him around the chest with supernatural ease. Tendrils like ribbons of flesh shot out from inside, grabbing the frightened student while the costume grinned. The student was pulled forcefully backward against the bench -- torso being dragged over the top of it, Teryx backing away to ensure that the now bench-hugging feet would not suffice for breaking free.

It was like the role-played mummy was being pulled back into his sarcophagus. The ribbons dragged the rest of the student dragon inside -- head into Teryx's head, chest into chest, legs into legs, and arms into arms. Every part aligned with the corresponding part of Teryx, and the suit eagerly zipped himself up, feeling more alive again as the magic started to integrate the host into his being.

Policho.

Teryx felt his mind touch the host's, easily accessing a memory of the name. Policho... Poli. Poli for short.

The host was not yet coherent, but Teryx knew intuitively how to use their mental channel -- so he spoke that way, at length, happy to have the captive audience.

What a strange curse to be put under! mused Teryx. I didn't even realize... until that tasty candy reminded me.

The arms went flush with the host, glossing over as real rain-dragon scales, and shaping the muscularity underneath to match Teryx's exactly.

...Until it reminded me that I, Teryx Commodore, should be able to TASTE and EAT things!

The rain dragon's honed celebrity physique was taking hold -- the legs flexing and swelling, the feet resolving themselves as powerful draconic paws. The tail swayed to life -- graceful and strong, now much more than a waggly prop.

And you're in luck, Poli: we have two whole buckets!

The slender mane floofed into place, radiant in the moonlight.

Just remember, the empty calories stay with your body, not mine.

The jaws, and skull snapped into place, coming fully to life -- the eyes flashing as flesh replaced plastic. He threw back his head and roared dramatically, spreading his claws in the moonlight, feeling his host squirming within but unable to break free, trapped by the same metaphysical curse that had stuck the dragon's consciousness into that suit and made him forget that the body wasn't alive.

It had all seemed so normal to Teryx at the time -- joining a random pack of trick-or-treaters, not being able to speak, exhibiting his handsome cloth body for them. Honestly, even as a suit he was steamy, but realizing his natural form was much nicer. Certainly MUCH more ideal than that pale resemblance the host had before. Honestly, if someone was going to look so similar to him, they should at least do it right and be him!

The bandages and shorts had also been absorbed in the process, so there was that. Their body was now utterly naked -- but for the moment without available genitalia. Teryx could still feel his host's package inside of him: the lump of a thick shaft and two formerly external balls. They would need to sort that in a moment, but first things first...

You're going to help me find whoever did this to me, and then punish them, Teryx continued in authority. Then you'll be free. Until then, you're going to have to get used to being Teryx Commodore. I'm afraid that fate is quite inescapable, for the both of us. Poor us, we both HAVE to be Teryx. So get used to it, Teryx; you're not Poli anymore, for now~

While his host's mind squirmed within, Teryx munched happily on the candy, lingering on all the flavors -- the caramels, the sugars, the toffees and the pastry bits! It might be a decadent, figure-ruining holiday, but he had to hand it to the celebrators, they knew how to seek out a sugar coma in a truly entertaining way! He'd have to make sure to get some nice protein to go with it later -- the nuts in some of the candies would be a start. Though there were other kinds of "nuts" they could seek out at a university, so long as they were in the area, and "sausages" along with them. Not strictly necessary to the task of finding who did this -- but perhaps it would help to keep the host happier, hm? To borrow a little Star Power in bedding someone who hadn't quite been willing? Or maybe to feel dominant for a change? Or submissive? Whatever his host lacked, the soul of Teryx had more samples to offer than mere free cologne.

These temptations triggered the slightest hint of indulgent, self-shamed arousal in the host. The costume's slit integrated with the host's genitalia in response -- merging with them and converting them into the missing part of the Teryx-suit's anatomy. The result was a plump, fleshy-pink humanoid shaft -- already at half mast from the arousal, dangling halfway to their knees, and decisively thicker than one of those tall energy drink cans. It rested atop two meaty external balls that hung in their scrotum like flexible tennis balls.

Not bad, though it could do with some improvement. Teryx would have to see if some focused magical manipulation could restore his usual ridged draconic shaft later. For now, he had a host to tutor.

"I knew you'd understand," said Teryx aloud, happily taking a mile where an inch had been given. He munched a small mouthful of nutty chocolate candies, his fangs cracking them apart before his tongue went on sensual cleanup duty. "After all, you're Teryx now. You know how it is. And if you don't know yet -- well, you will."

It was so nice, being able to improve someone in both body and name like this -- all while sampling the local flavors upon their tongue. By the time they had gone through one of every unique type candy, with a few encores for fun, their refined sensibilities got over the candy-binge idea and decided that perhaps the remainder would be best saved for later, so as not to cause undue strain on their delicately balanced metabolism before they'd had a chance to secure their other needs. Teryx had an impression that his host was not exactly the most nutrition-conscious person -- the perennial curse of the uni student. But the more he dug into his host's brain and made it more Teryx, the more of a can-do attitude they both had about the idea of eating well and staying fit while Teryx was using this vessel. It would be a genuine boon and service to the host -- as easy as putting on a new (and superior) him! Why be anyone else when he could be Teryx?

They admired themselves in the moonlit water of the park's large stone fountain. Being naked was an ever-so-teensy-weensy problem. They might have to get creative on the way back to the host's dormitory, streaking through the shadows with a candy bucket in front of their genitals, acting as if nothing were amiss. Or, perhaps, seducing some other passer in the park with their drop-dead good looks and supreme bedroom eyes. Even if not quite to the point of bedding the person, would it be so difficult to convince someone to part with a sweater they could tie 'round their waist, in exchange perhaps for a phone number?

Or, kinkier still -- borrowing a simple brown costume piece they could wear about their head, as if it were all part of the plan. A cowl to hide the truth that would lurk within their pumpkin bowl: a hollowed-out bottom, concealing something special amongst the candy! "What did you get?" a friend on campus would ask, and Teryx would crack a smug grin and tell them to reach inside and find out. A treat much warmer than candy, with a special cream filling inside~!

Their shaft was standing up and hard, just thinking of the possibilities. It seemed the host was warming up to the perks of being him. Quite splendid -- soon, they might even forget there was a separate host at all. Unless the host figured out how to focus his consciousness and talk.

Though perhaps he didn't want that? Perhaps he wanted instead to feel confined, while Teryx's hard shaft grew warm and pulsating in their hand, every touch an expression of someone frighteningly fit and handsome, now using this body as his secret base-of-operations?

No one need know that it was anyone but Teryx. It would be their little secret. All Teryx, only Teryx -- long tail and bright mane, supple muscles -- smooth, light and dark blues, golden eyes, sensual and proud thoughts. A little vanity to spice up their life -- what could it hurt? What ever was wrong with enjoying one's own reflection as it wavered in the pale glow of the fountain, the image of their erection wobbling in time with both the ripples and their stroking. Admiring themselves, feeling the pleasure grow, the softness of their hair in their fingertips, the familiar yet fresh musk of their natural aroma, unclothed by technology's hands -- a scent of man and of rain, like a gentle shower of the same droplets their shaft was releasing now, slickening their hand as they worked it faster -- turning profile so as not to mix their waters with this one, admiring the good look it gave on their strong bottom and swaying tail. The moonlight bathing them, their back arching, a soft moan escaping as the phone-camera lights flashed and kept flashing, their toes digging at the pathstones by the fountainside -- their united soul crying out, seed showing itself to the world, watering this parched land with the very essence of the heavens themselves. And somewhere in there, they had even managed to fold one arm over a pectoral, rubbing at it and the mane in unison...

The photo-opportunists were a two-headed green-and-tan alligator who seemed to be from the campus as well. The left side of their body was costumed as a sheet-ghost (save for the gator-snout), while the other was not costumed at all.

Teryx's gaze lazily found the voyeur(s) as an afterglow-afterthought. Each gator-head was using a single hand to snap photos with a slim phone, the two of which appeared to be from different brands. They didn't stop flashing even as his cock softened and drooled.

"Thank you; that'll do for now," said the dragon.

The uncostumed one quirked a scaly brow. "Are you kidding me? We're gonna blackmail you, dude!"

The sheeted one looked aghast at his co-head. "We what!?"

The one on the right glared back at him and made a shushing motion.

It didn't seem like this alligator was great at blackmail. If that visible bulge in the un-costumed side's shorts was anything to go on, there may have been other motives behind shooting all those photos, with the tough-guy act more of a desperate fallback than anything premeditated.

As such, Teryx didn't bother condescendingly laughing at them and informing them that he had more than enough experience with being blackmailed not to be afraid of something like this. Instead he kept it light, smiling as he answered in a coy tone: "Oh, no, -- keep them, I do love a good rumor. Besides, I'm sure you'll have a dandy time placing me here when I can't even place me here."

The uncostumed gator-head looked to the other. "The heck is wrong with this guy?" -- "Uhh, nothing wrong that I can see!"

Teryx couldn't hold back a smug chuckle in response to the ghost's shyness. Folded his arms, the rain dragon suggested, "Toss me a towel or... anything, really, and there may be a handsome reward in it for you."

Begrudgingly, the visible head obliged, pocketing his phone and plucking the white sheet off and tossing it over. Teryx took it and draped around himself, easily making it quite seductive -- a little toga-like.

"We're listening," the newly unveiled head said, getting his shyness under control somewhat. -- "What's in it for us?" asked the other.

"Well, before I tell you that, I would have to have your names, wouldn't I?"

"Marcus!" said the former ghost -- "and Albert," said the other. Then, from Marcus: "I know you're Teryx Commodore, the model!" -- "Yeah, Marcus really likes to... er, nevermind."

The "nevermind" was said under pressure from an alarmed glare from Marcus. It occurred to Teryx that there was a second bulge visible off to the left side of the groin, corresponding to that newly revealed head. Well, that confirmed that both of them were happy to see him, did it not?

Teryx smirked and beckoned his two-headed admirer. "Someone in my position is more than accustomed to having fans, at all levels of interest. So long as you can relax and be rational when needed, I'm sure we'll get along fine."

The gator's two heads nod-nodded, in unison for a change.

"Follow me back to my new residence," Teryx continued. "As for what the reward shall be, that depends on your proclivities. Cash, cock, or companionship -- I can do all of it in whatever ratio suits you. Though I sense that my current host is a bit of a slut, and has more than the average love for paws. Perhaps your feet will be of interest."

"S-sure," said Marcus. -- "We could let you borrow our feet all night long if you wanted," agreed Albert. "I mean, if it helps us, uh, get rewarded or whatnot." Briefly, the gator's left ankle bent the wrong way while pacing about, but neither face showed signs of pain or sprain. Instead, they glanced at each other before pressing that foot on the ground firmly -- then wiggled it, confirming that it again had its normal range of motion. Then their right wrist seemed to sag momentarily out of place, as if to disconnect from the elbow, before being clapped back into rigid alignment by the opposite hand.

Had Teryx's eyes played tricks on him, or was it possible this gator was modular? Quite the rare quirk of biology if so... and a lucrative find when it came to sex parties. A head here, a shaft there -- feet that could truly be passed around and enjoyed. Like a fun-size candy bag in person form!

Teryx gathered his two buckets, casually continuing from his previous thought: "Oh, or candy; there's a fourth C for the evening. So, what sort of reward do you prefer? Tricky treats, treats for tricks? Treats all the way down? Or perhaps... more of a split...?"

The gator reacted as if "caught" in some way: "Well..." -- "Uhh..."

Holding a bucket in each hand, with his host's phone stuffed into one, Teryx sauntered on ahead, tail and hips swaying with sass as he went. It was clear that he had meant for them to feel exposed there.

"I'll give you time to think about what you want," said Teryx. "Just don't get too distracted. I hear from very good sources that I make a lovely sight from behind. It could make a man with the right orientation go to pieces."

Teryx chuckled inwardly as he went, hearing the alligator following with increasing shyness. From deep inside him, somewhere, he could feel what sounded like a distant, resigned sigh.

Don't worry, thought Teryx. I promise this will be loads of fun.

He could sense that was exactly what his host desired -- and also, feared.

The dragon smirked where the alligator couldn't see, lifting his head with confidence. Now, it was time to head home and put those fears to bed. Through means that might literally involve a bed -- though the rain dragon wasn't too picky about the setting here. A shower would do. Oooh, or a nice candy-feeding scenario on a sofa -- teasing each other while savoring more tastes. Letting a bit of chocolate melt on a part that needed licking. There was really no end to the possibilities.

He judged by the resurging deep arousal within his host that something like that would work. And, really, Teryx couldn't argue against the point. He had made hearts melt already -- what were a few chocolates in the grand scheme?

He held one bucket in his teeth and started thumbing through his host's contact list, eager to stir up a Halloween get-together that neither would ever forget. If they had a modular friend coming to visit, that just begged for a crowd to be there.

How this related to getting himself back to normal was... a fair question. And one that he wouldn't consider until the following morning, when he would awaken surrounded by the sensual leftovers of a night of candy and debauchery -- and call it a splendid start.