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"Boss says we're closing at 9 tonight," said Janet, as she hung up the store's phone.

Sammy looked up from the magazine he'd been thumbing through and glanced at the clock on the wall. It read only 5:17. "9? Did we stop being a 24-hour store?" he asked his coworker.

The rabbit waved a paw around, her white fur almost flashing in the neon lighting with how pristine it was. "No. It's just for tonight. Tina said she wanted us to lock up for the night."

The panther grumped. "I was scheduled to midnight."

"She says you get paid for the time. Trick or treat I guess?" said the rabbit, fidgeting with her witch hat. "Maybe she wants you to get some fun in."

"Ha, doubt it. She's probably worried about the types of customers that will come in tonight. It's Halloween, and who knows what type of costumes we could see tonight. Probably quite a few sexy nurses, and boys heading to parties in leather."

The rabbit leaned over and gave him a serious look. "When do we not get people in skimpy clothing looking to get freaky at night, Sammy? We're an adult toy store, and the horny and lonely get their toys here. This isn't new."

He chuckled. "I know, but it's the witching hour. Some of these are great toys."

She rolled her eyes. "And some of the dildos we've got that I've seen people walk out of here do not fit inside of me."

"That's just practice," he replied as a timid ocelot walked up to the counter. Sammy rang him out, and the fellow feline was out the door in a flash with two DVDs.

"I forget you own a few of our XL toys," said Janet after the ocelot was gone.

The panther smirked. "I have greatly enjoyed my employee discount."

She leaned forward. "You think I haven't? I just don't need toys that big."

"Your loss."

"Size queen," snapped back the rabbit with a flick of her ear.

"Hey, I know what I like."

She punched him. "You're just a hole."

"Whatever, cotton tail."

Some new customers came in, and Janet stepped over to the side to check their IDs before letting them proceed toward the DVD racks. When she returned to the center of the counter, she just gave him a head shake. "You do you is all I've got."

"I mean, that is what masturbation is, but I get it." The bell rang, and the first customers they'd seen come in in costume today entered, a wolf dressed in a witch outfit. "Looks like it's picking up."

"Yup, yup. Tell you what, I'll count the nurse costumers, and you count the guys in collars."

"Deal."

#

Halloween did indeed prove busy. Cuffs and collars went quick, plus some last-minute props for parties. They counted seven nurses and four collared guys. However, they did sell collars to five different guys.

"I think they count," Sammy had whispered as he was ringing out a customer.

"Only if they put the collar on before they leave."

At eight o'clock, Janet's shift ended. Thomas was supposed to come in to run the 8-4 AM shift, but he didn't show. By then, it was winding down, and while it usually picked up after 11, they were only going to be open for another hour.

"You want me to call Tina and see if I can stay?" asked Janet. She was lingering after her shift was done.

"Nah. I can solo it for another fifty-five minutes. Just put the sign on the door about closing early and enjoy your Halloween party."

"Sure you don't want to come? Maybe you might meet Mr. Right there."

"Knowing your friends, it's going to be Mr. Right Now. Nah, I'm good. Plus, I don't have a costume."

"Oh, come on, we have to have something to slap you into."

He glanced over toward the picked over costume rack, where a few weeks ago a selection of mature adult costumes had been. Now there were only a few odd sizes left. "There's nothing that fits me, and buying a thong to do a male stripper isn't my thing."

"I saw some see-through jeans when I was putting out stock this afternoon in clothing. We've got them in men's sizes."

"Absolutely not. Give me some tripp pants and boombox, and I'll do it."

"Going late 1990s vintage. I approve, but I'm out of the gear for that look."

He shrugged. "Anyway, you have fun, I'll be fine."

"All right, all right. I'm out then. Text Tina if something happens, and call if you really, really need help. Since you're not coming to the party, enjoy whatever video you pick up for yourself to watch tonight."

The panther chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I've already got enough adult videos back at the house. Anyway, I've got this," he said, making a shooing motion at her. "There's only a few people in here anyway."

Janet smiled. "Okay okay," and with that she headed out. "Try not to get spooked before you close!" she called on the way out.

#

The store emptied out and Sammy thought about closing early, but a young couple came in ten minutes before close, and they had questions about cock rings.

"My husband is a big guy," said the wife, with a wink at her ram partner.

"Err, well I don't know if it's that big compared to others," he stammered.

"How about a set of three different sizes? You can try them each on and see what fits you," Sammy said, reaching for a set off the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fox and wolf enter the store. They were dressed in simple togas of blue trimmed with a red stripe. They passed through the entrance way, past the please stop for ID check sign without stopping and waiting for Sammy.

"Well, that does sound good," said the man.

"Oh, we can experiment, honey!"

"Excellent. One moment," he turned to go meet the fox and the wolf, but they had disappeared behind one of the DVD racks.

"So that's settled, but what about if I want to..." she paused, "Peg him."

The husband turned away. "It's only occasionally."

Sammy glanced toward the DVD racks, but the fox and wolf couple who had just entered were still out of sight. "Over here," he said, leading them down the wall.

It took a few minutes to get them their goods, and he walked them to the front. He caught sight of the fox looking over the DVDs, but he seemed to float out of the corner of his vision when Sammy tried to get a better look at him to make sure he was an adult.

He tried not to let his tail lash at the annoyance of not being back to check their ID, but the couple were still trying to talk to him about what lube to pick up. He got them rung up and then led them to the door. After he got them out, he locked the door, and then turned off the switch for the open sign, something he'd almost never had to do with this job.

"Hey, we're closing early tonight, and I didn't get a chance to check your ID," he said, walking toward the DVD racks. He rounded the corner, but there was no one behind him. Instead, one of the DVDs, one with a bound wolf on the cover, was lying on the ground.

"Weird," he muttered to himself, and picked up the DVD and returned it to the shelf. Where had those two gone? He spotted another DVD on the ground, this one featuring a gagged fox on the cover, but the couple wasn't to be seen. He hadn't heard the bell on the door go off to hear them leave, but maybe they'd walked out when he'd been cashing out the ram couple.

He glanced around the shop, but it seemed deserted. He shrugged, and started walking back to the counter when he heard a noise across the store. He hurried over there and found a pair of high quality leather handcuffs on the ground, but there was no packaging or price on them.

He knelt down to pick them on, when he felt a presence behind him.

"You cannot open the merchandise like this," he said turning around, but no one was there.

Sammy stood alone in the store.

"The fuck..." he said, shaking his head, and then moving to the front to check to make sure no one was behind the counter, trying to mess with the register.

Everything was as it should be and tapping on the touchpad of the register showed no one had messed with it. He opened the drawer, and all the money was there.

He closed the cash drawer and glanced at the CCTV screen, but the cameras weren't picking anyone up. "I'm going crazy," he muttered to himself, round ears going back. He put his paws on the counter and dropped the handcuffs. Something bumped against his other paw, and he frowned. A scrap of torn paper sat there, with something written on it in a jagged handwriting.

He picked up the note and read. For a good time, put the handcuffs on.

He looked at the handcuffs in one paw, and the scrap of paper in the other. He glanced around the store, but there was no one there. The CCTV screen was still showing nothing.

"Okay, who the hell is fucking with me?" he called out to the emptiness, walking to the area in front of the counter.

There was no response, just the air conditioning system running, keeping the air inside fresh. He glanced up the various aisles, but no one was there. The DVDs were in their racks, the lube was stacked neatly on its display rack, and the various pieces of gear on the wall were waiting for willing participants.

He returned to the front of the store and shook his head, tail lashing. He looked back at the handcuffs he was holding.

These weren't one of the style of handcuffs they sold. These were leather, similar to sets they sold here. These were thick and padded, and they were lined in the inside with a soft velvety fabric. They used a strap with releases on each side, but they had a distinctly hand-made feel to them. The leather was high quality and riveted together. The store carried some high-end gear, but this felt particularly luxurious. This was something you had to order, not something you got at a place that sold DVDs, dildos, and BDSM gear to horny couples.

Sammy felt a shiver run down his spine. If the handcuffs hadn't come from here, where the hell had they come from? And who wanted him to put them on?

He considered for a moment, and he felt as if someone was waiting for him. He could almost feel a reassuring paw over one of his shoulders. In his head, he thought he could hear a voice offering encouragement. Taking a deep breath, Sammy disconnected one of the handcuffs and undid the strap. He then slipped the thick leather around his wrist and tightened it. Nothing happened.

"Happy?" he called out, but there was no response.

He shook his head, yet there was something about the handcuff. It felt reassuring to have it on himself. Almost pleasurable. It wasn't like he hadn't worn cuffs before either. Something about this set just felt different, so he undid the other strap and slipped it around his other wrist.

He tightened the leather, and the power in the store failed suddenly. It was then that he realized he wasn't alone. He could smell the wolf, and as the paws settled on his shoulders from behind, he tensed.

"Shh, just relax. Let me take care of you," said the wolf, who was behind him. He started to slide his paws down the panther's tawny arms, pulling his arms down in front of him. "You are so tense."

"Who are you?" yelped Sammy, as the wolf gently guided his arms down. He turned to look at the wolf, and he seemed to almost glow with a soft radiance in his gray and tan fur. At any moment he could have jerked away from the wolf, but his fur stood on end in a strange electric anticipation.

"Guardians of pleasure," said the wolf, whispering in the panther's ear, as Sammy heard the shifting of fabric. "I'm Vel, and my partner is Rasce."

"Indeed," said another presence, stepping forward to tickle at the underside of the bound panther's throat. "We watch out for those who need watching out for," he said. This one was a fox, and he too glowed with a soft radiance in his red fur and silver guard hairs. Both wore togas and wore simple sandals on their footpaws.

"Indeed, and tonight, you are a very special one. She must like you, if she's willing to share."

"Who likes me?" said Sammy, confused. His ears were back.

Rasce glanced at the wolf and shrugged. "Perhaps you are just lucky then," he said with a curl of his muzzle. "We have to wait all year for this night, and it's so good to get to share this night with someone."

"Halloween?"

"Yes. Tonight has had other names, but let's not dwell on the mechanics," said Vel, whisper into his ear. "We just need to know if you're willing."

Sammy would have asked what they wanted, but he could smell the need on them. The way the wolf pressed himself up close behind him, he knew. There was a stiffness back there that teased at his butt, as the fox gently nuzzled him.

"You do want a good time, don't you?" asked Vel.

"Yes..."

"Good, so do we," said the wolf, "but first we need to get you naked."

"Oh yes," said the fox, slipping off his toga. "I don't need clothes in the way," he added, reaching over to undo Sammy's belt buckle.

"That's kind of hard with my hands bound together," responded Sammy.

The wolf chuckled and licked at the side of his muzzle. "Let us handle that," he said, before straightening up.

First, Vel slipped out of his toga, and Sammy could feel the fabric fall behind. Then, Vel undid one of the connectors for the cuffs, and Sammy's hands were guided up by the wolf. His shirt was lifted over his head, but it wasn't lifted by either the fox of the wolf. Instead, it was lifted off and discarded somewhere as if it had been taken off by invisible paws. Then Sammy's hands were guided down behind his back by the wolf, and the connector reconnected. In the meantime, his pants and underwear were tugged down by Vel, and the fox made him lift his footpaws by tapping on them. The fox then tossed the clothing aside.

"Now," said the wolf, pressing himself into Sammy's back, grinding his sheath against him. "It has been a while, and we have needs."

"Needs?" asked Sammy. He hadn't noticed it at first, but their musk was certainly sharp and aroused. It had notes of honey with an earthy smell underneath speaking of fresh herbs, as if they had come from a rich, sundrenched land.

Rasce chuckled and leaned forward toward the underside of the panther's neck. "Spirits have needs." Small fangs nipped at him. "Mmm... yes."

The wolf tilted his head back a little to expose his neck to the fox. "Be a good kitty."

The panther grumbled and pulled at the cuffs.

"Ah, not into that pet name?" asked the wolf as the fox trailed himself down towards Sammy's chest.

"It makes me sound like a kitten."

"And are you not a good kitten? Sometimes we have to let go and trust to be strong," said the wolf. The fox nipped at one of Sammy's nipples as he spoke.

Sammy struggled in the grip of the wolf. "Hey, watch the fangs," he told Rasce.

The fox laughed and traced a paw over his crotch, teasing at the hardening shaft. "Oh, but you like it."

"Very much so it looks like," said the wolf, leaning down to breath at Sammy's neck. He whispered into his ear. "It has been millennia since we walked free under the Tuscan sun, but that does not mean we have not watched and learned."

Sammy wanted to ask questions about that, but instead he gave off a mewl as the fox teased gently along his length with his furred digits.

The wolf chuckled, amused. "Just focus on the moment, and don't think about the why. You just need to relax."

The fox clicked his tongue. "He doesn't even need to do that, Vel" he said and trailed his tongue down Sammy's stomach, teasing the fur with a paw. "He just needs stamina."

"See," said the wolf, waving a paw, as a bottle of lube lifted off the counter and floated toward them. "You are a good kitty."

Sammy wanted to protest, to break away but he squirmed as the fox finally reached his crotch and took a long lick at his shaft. The touch made his tail fluff up and he shivered into the grasp of the wolf.

"That's it. Let Rasce take care of you," said the wolf, as the fox wagged his tail, and took Sammy into his muzzle. Sammy squirmed caught, between them, as the wolf licked at his neck, a firm stiffness pressed up against his rear. All he could do is mewl needily.

The fox took him into his muzzle and gently teased every inch of his shaft, carefully pulling at the head and working him deeper into his muzzle while the wolf nipped gingerly at his neck. The sensation was intense, and quickly the panther climaxed.

"Too soon," said the fox, pulling off and licking his muzzle.

"Sorry," mumbled Sammy.

Vel chuckled and pressed himself against Sammy's rear. "Oh no, you aren't done yet." Sammy heard the top of the lube pop open as the wolf pulled it out of thin air and squirted some onto his paw. "We do not wait all year for nothing," whispered the wolf into one of his ears, as two digits probed at his entrance.

"Oh fuck..."

The wolf laughed. "Oh yes,' he said pulling back his paw out and then putting it back in, this time probing Sammy with three digits. "Rasce and I can keep at this for hours."

"And keep you at this for hours," said the fox, leaning forward to nuzzle the panther's spent cock.

"Indeed," said the wolf pulling his digits out of Sammy, and getting close again to his back. Sammy had never done anal standing up before, but with Vel's guidance, he soon found the wolf under his tail and in. The wolf used his cuffed hands to make him lead forward and arch his back.

The fox in the meantime continued to nose at his crotch, breathing warm heat across his shaft. Sammy was surprised to be hard again so soon, and soon the fox had him in his muzzle again and was once again sucking at him. The wolf worked himself into the panther and started trying to push his knot into him.

Sammy could only whimper as the wolf thrust in and out of him. He felt himself climax a second time into the fox's muzzle, and yet neither stopped, neither halted. Instead, they kept on with their attentions and he felt his body pulse like a string as each part of his consciousness was plucked and vibrated in ethereal pleasure.

Finally, he felt the wolf tie with him, and the thrusting finally ended. His mind felt overwhelmed in static.

"Oh no kitty, we aren't done yet," said Vel, and the panther felt the cuffs behind himself be undone, and then he somehow drifted to the floor. "Rasce also has needs."

"Yes, and I cannot let Vel get all the best parts," said the fox, as a cock was suddenly waved in front of Sammy's face. "You won't leave me hanging now, would you?"

No, he thought and he leaned forward to nuzzle the cock. His mind compelled him to go on, even if he wasn't sure he could climax again.

The fox's shaft seemed to be made of musk and ambrosia, the richest scent he'd ever tasted with another male. It invigorated him in a way he didn't think possible. The fox panted as the panther braced himself against the floor, and held the fox's shaft steady so he could bob up and down on it. Each stroke seemed to drive him on, and soon he felt a paw on his own shaft as the wolf, who was still tied with him, began to stroke him.

"He's fading, Rasce," said Vel. The meanings of the words were lost on his dulled mind.

"Shh... let me have just a little more fun, and then we'll let him go. I'm sure she'll be by soon."

"Indeed," said the wolf, who leaned over Sammy and continued to stroke at the spent panther.

Thrust by thrust, lick by lick, he took the fox's shaft, until finally, the fox came in his muzzle, and he felt everything become a haze as he also came. The scent of musk and honey filled the air.

The wolf pulled out of his rear, and the panther was lowered gently to the carpet. Before he passed out from exhaustion he looked up and saw the wolf and the fox looking down at him, smiling, both there and not there, glowing softly in the darkness of the store, a pocket of light around them. Then they were gone, and the darkness took him. Sammy passed out, exhausted from pleasure.

#

"Hey, you okay?"

Sammy blinked, trying to focus on his surroundings. "What time is it?" he asked, confused, unsure of where he was until it all crashed back to him, and he looked up at the light being shone at him.

The coyote who was standing over him rummaged in her pocket and fished out a phone. "12:13 AM. It's past the witching hour."

He shook himself and realized it was his boss, Tina. She had a flashlight in one paw.

"I uh..."

"You look rattled," she said. "Any idea where your clothes are?"

Sammy was indeed completely naked. "Oh god, it's not what it looks like," he blurted out.

Tina tilted her head and gave an amused bark. "Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like. I hope you're not hurt is all."

His ears went back. "I'm so exhausted."

"Yeah, well they tend to do that. Come on, let's get you home."

He looked at her. "Wait a minute, _they_tend to do that?"

She held up a piece of paper, the piece of paper with the instructions to put the handcuffs on. "I've seen this handwriting before. I know whose handwriting this is. My only question is, did you have a good time?"

He blushed and looked away.

"Yeah, so let's get you to the car."

"Okay," he said, as Tina helped him up. He noticed the same handcuffs were on the counter.

"Those are the hand--"

"I know," said Tina. "I know all about those. Now let me see what they did with your clothes, and you can go home and get some rest."

"What are you doing to do?" asked Sammy.

Tina barked, amused. "Put the handcuffs on of course. Those two spirits only visit once a year, and I'm not going to miss it."