Trick
"Come on, pipsqueaks! Candy's not going to collect itself!"
Roy (previously and more notoriously known as Storm Ash the Destroyer of Worlds) called out. Halloween night was chilly and colorful, especially since trick-or-treating started well before sundown, and the beautiful fall colors still lit the trees like stationary bonfires. Hastily carved pumpkins adorned the front door, a perfunctory nod to the season in order to allow their owners the privilege to go and collect candy of their own.
Through the open door, the twins bumbled out in garish costumes that fit them badly, hand-me-downs from the previous set of twins that itched and smelled like too many years in the closet.
Luckily the two were far too excited to notice (or perhaps, care), the costumes straining to keep together as the running, jumping cubs voiced their excitement, the noise of the house spilling into the street behind them, "Trick or treat! Trick or treat!" They hadn't quite grasped the details of it all, but the basics were down pat- yell phrase, get candy. "Ow! Stop shoving! Roy, Space Explosion shoved me!" "I did not!" Shove. "Now I did." The two chased after one another, circling the older brother.
Even though the sun was well above the horizon, most of the street was pretty well in the grips of dusk. The forest, small and suburban on any other night, seemed dark and foreboding. As if in a natural nod to the holiday, the trees seemed to encroach on the well-groomed yards, and the light only ever seemed either too bright and full of glare, or not quite enough to illuminate the deep shadows.
House one was a cinch. With Roy standing protectively behind them, the twins scampered to the door and knocked. Inhabitants mock-scared, bowl proferred with tin-wrapped treats, and the very first of the night's haul sat satisfyingly heavy at the bottom of the twin's plastic pumpkin-buckets.
As they retreated from the house front, Roy ruffled their hair. "Come on, Sparky and Space, the faster we go, the more houses you can hit before we have to go home."
"Next one! Next one!" Stealing grabs into their buckets the two fed their excitement with sugar as they moved from house to house, the plastic pumpkins filling as their costumes slowly began giving on the edges, the patches and redone stitching slowly losing their battle with the cubs' mock battles, trips and purposeful yanks. "It was an accident, honest!" "You liar!"
"Oy!" Roy grabbed Space by the back of his costume, which promptly fell off in his grasp. Trying again, this time he caught Space Explosion's ruff. "Enough, you two. Save it for a better target. Anyone explain to you yet why it's called 'Trick or Treat?' Oh, and emphasis on the 'Trick'."
Roy gave his younger siblings a wide smile full of teeth.
The wolf struggled against the older's grasp, then his squirming ending as his nape was pulled, "Urf!" Their attention captured, the two cubs stared up at Roy with open muzzles, shaking them in unison, "No, no one knew! We asked the ferrets and they said the trick was to steal the treats!". "I think they were lying."
"What did I tell you about listening to ferrets?"
Roy pushed Space ahead of him and pointed at the next house. Both of the twins grimaced--that was old man Henry's house. The old geezer always chased pets out of his yard, and even once stole a ball that came in through his open window.
"No, I know what you're thinking. Let's skip his house, right? Well, we're not going to. He's got one chance to give you two some sweet candy, or I teach you guys exactly what the 'Trick' part of 'Trick or Treat' is about." Ahead of the two intimidated cubs, Roy marched confidently up the hill, which seemed to the twins to have grown steeper and more intimidating. Was that a flash of lightning and thunder from behind the house at the top of the hill, or was it just a trick of the eyes?
The twins' eyes grew wide at the tale, ears flattening when The House was mentioned. Everyone was scared of that house, just getting near it was enough to unleash a torrent of yells from its inside.
"In... there?" As Roy walked away they became acutely aware of how small and alone they were, the two quickly running after to catch up, walking closer and closer until they rubbed shoulders.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Yeah, we have enough candy, Roy, really..."
"Oy!" Roy turned back with a wild, feral grin. "Are you puppies or are you wolves?"
"...puppies..." The twins echoed, but their mumbles were ignored.
At the crest of the hill, Roy stood on Old Man Henry's rickety porch and waited. Before the twins were ready, he reached out and knocked on the door for them. No escaping it now. Old Man Henry in front, big brother behind.
"Who's there?"
The call from within the house seemed to echo, like a troll shouting from deep within its mountainous lair. When he arrived at the door, he glared out through the screen. "Ah, visitors." He seemed even more imposing than the stories made out. He was dressed in green and sported a witch's hat. "Since 'tis the night, I guess you may have your pittance, but don't for a moment consider yourself welcome. The door opened and a basket was pushed through--filled with apples.
Stuck between a Roy and a bad place the pups shrunk against each other, ears so far back they practically disappeared into their napes. "...trick or treat..." Came the nigh-silent peeps as the door before them opened, Old Man Monster towering before them. On reflex, the two reached and took an apple each, then stared at them, bewildered. Fruit? What about the candy?
Old Man Henry closed the door with a puff of air that smelled faintly of sulfur. Behind the twins Roy let out a growl.
"See? Now I get to show you what trick or treating is all about. I told you he'd be a cheapskate." With a grab to the quickly decaying costumes, Roy dragged his brothers back, just to the forest line around the shoddily built house's yard.
Large pockets on the older wolf's jumper disgorged rolls of toilet paper. One each was plopped into the pumpkin buckets. "Right. Make sure you hold the flappy end, and aim for the branches of the tree near his house, over the roof, window sills, anything you can get it to stick on. We'll show him that halloween's for! Specifically, corn syrup and glucose, not apples."
Twin sighs of relief were heard as the door slammed shut, the younger brothers too relieved to even register what the older wolf had said. Dragged away with a minimal amount of struggling (had to put up a show, got a reputation to keep) the two soon sat and listened to Roy as he handed them rolls. Away from the house and the scary man the pups had found their courage again, eager to pay him back from the safety of the treeline,
"Yeah!"
"Sugar sugar sugar!"
Two rolls were immediately loosened, bouncing squarely off each cub's snout, before getting picked up under the elder's glare.
"Sorry, Roy."
"Sorry, Roy."
"No, no, like this!" Roy grabbed one of the rolls of toilet paper and stepped out into the yard. A strong arm lobbed the roll out, and it arced gracefully, with the toilet paper trailing after like a ribbon. It bounced once off of the roof, then disappeared down the other side.
The window opened almost as soon as roll was airborn, and Old Man Henry's witch-ed head poked out. "Of all the disrespectful--You!" Roy gives a guilty jerk, but before he could run back to the treeline to his cowering siblings, a bolt of angry red light darted from the open window and caught Roy in the back. He howled in pain and collapsed to the unkempt and half-dead lawn.
The twins stood behind their brother, looking attentively. Right, hold like that, hoist back, throw at OLD MAN HENRY?
"RUN ROY!"
"ROY, RUN!" Too late, the two watched the larger wolf topple. Glancing away, at the house, away, at the house and then each other the pups sprint to the fallen wolf, grab his arms and hooooooooooooist! Hooooooooooooooooooist! The impressive effort leaves more splits in their costumes, but merely budges the heavier wolf a few inchest at best.
"Stop slacking Space, pull harder!"
"I'm pulling, I'm pulling!"
The older wolf growled as his arms were grabbed. "G-go!" He stuttered out between clenched teeth. When he looked up at the twins, his eyes had turned red, and his lips had pulled up in a rictus snarl. With Space and Sparky tugging, he levered himself up under his own power. Behind them, only the dark forest remained, but as Roy twisted on his feet, his body hunched forward as some dark magic takes ahold of him. His jumper split and jeans shredded as his body grew, until he towered even taller over the twins. "GO!" His voice had taken on a bass growl that almost masked his word. Then his backbone bent and forced him forward onto all fours, and an unearthly growl echoed in the twins' ears.
Holding an arm each the small wolves watched with saucer eyes and open mouths as their brother struggled and grew, the sound of his jumper ripping triggering the memory of a horror movie they'd watched the night before. Screaming in unision, they let go and sprinted, disappearing into the dark forest, their yelps echoing, leaving a trail of candy and costume pieces fallen or ripped off by branches.
With trees flashing past, only two things are clear to the twins after minutes of fleeing. First, that they don't seem to be outpacing Roy, who's loping along easily behind them. He's grown immense, until the twins only came up to his waist. Saplings and undergrowth splinter and disappeared in his wake as he crashed after his siblings, while a chilling howl echoed around the grove.
Arm-in-arm, the twins barely noticed the gulley in front of them in the light of the waning dusk. It may have proved to be their salvation, though, as Roy thundered by overhead, unaware that his quarry seemed to have gone quite unintentionally to ground.
Tree! Tree! SCARY ROY! Tree! Tree! At this point the two were too scared to even think of an escape strategy beyond "away!", their goal crystallizing and focusing as the crashing noises behind them grew louder and closer. Their legs gave a couple of useless, comic steps in mid-air before they disappeared into the depression below them, the fall knocking the air out of them and with it any unintentional screams. Eyes wide the two lay on their backs, watching the shadow of their brother leap across them and continue crashing onwards.
The crashing of foliage continued onwards and away, until the twins' breath slowly started to calm. When at last they started to take note of their surroundings, though, something else started to stand out in their slippery gulch. Over even the earthy smell of dirt and crushed pine, the skinny gully smelled intensely of sulfur.
The walls of the ditch were too slick to easily climb. While his twin tried futilely to beat his way back up the slope, Space noticed see a reddish glow from where the ditch emptied out into what appeared to be a clearing in the grove. It was downhill, in the direction the mud-slick emptied out into. Unfortunately, that was also the direction that the sulfur smell seemed to be strongest.
Four pairs of paws desperately tried to scale the gully's edges, but the angle and last night's rain made for poor footing. After the third time each of them toppled down they looked at each other, then shruggled and edged toward the clearing.
"Space?"
"Yeah?"
"Are we dreaming?"
"I don't know about you, but I sure hope -I- am." The scent of sulfur enveloped them as they neared the glow.
In the middle of the clearing lay a hound. It was massive, larger even than the beast that Roy had become, and it sported a mane that glowed in waving reds and oranges, like a bonfire set in slow motion. Horns sprang from its head bending then aiming forwards. The fur on its head curled and twisted in a mockery of fire, with maliciously smart eyes that watched the boys emerge from the ditch, as if they knew to expect the pups even long beforehand.
Sprawling lewdly amid the discarded fall foliage that matched its pelt, the fur of the hound's belly smouldered like hot coals, with just a trickle of fire showing through apparent cracks in the black pelt. That only continued down to mid-belly, because beneath it, the dog's sizeable sheath glowed hotter even than its mane. A bulbous cock tip drooped from the sagging sheath, dripping a constant and sluggish stream of lava-colored liquid.
"Ah, and here we are, the little troublemakers finally join the real halloween party."
As the two emerged into the cleared they stopped and stared at the firehound, their forms illuminated against the dark forest behind.
"Space?"
"Yeah. I see it too."
"Darn... I was hoping I was just seeing things..."
They moved even closer to each other, eyes darting around the clearing, glancing at the hound, then back around. Unfortunately the beast gave off enough light to wreck their night vision, surrounding them in dark shapes. They'd be running blind. Though, increasingly, that looked to be a better alternative to staying. "Um. Hi?"
"Welcome, boys. Thank you both, and you brother. If you hadn't decided to 'trick' my house, I wouldn't have been allowed to have a proper halloween celebration this year. Oh, it's been years since anyone was properly mean enough to let me have my way."
The beast's bulk shifts, and it struck Space--that voice, that was Old Man Henry! One of his hindlegs kicked and that sheath slapped against his belly, lava-colored liquid sprayed out in an arc around his front, leaving glowing splotches on the ground. His muzzle opened, glowing deep yellow like the heart of a forge, and a tongue flicked out to lick his chops.
As the twins started to edge towards the dark forest, he let out a deep belly-laugh. "My dear boys, this is your party! Don't even consider leaving early. Remember--your brother is still out there, and he's looking for you. Even if you knew your way back to the street, do you really think you'd be able to get there before he caught you? No, I think not. Not, that is, without my help."
The two stared silently as the beast spoke, occasionally pinching themselves. Wake up, wake up, wake up... well. Worth a try. As realization dawned then both took a step back, Space stuttering out "Ol... Old Man Henry?" As if on a queue both turned, but only managed a few steps before the hound's words registered. Roy. Roy was... scary. Very scary. They turned and looked back at the fire beast, weighing their options. This was almost certainly bad, but bumping into Roy? That was -definitely- bad. Only now that they looked at him a while did the two register the feral's rather ample endowment, staring at it in surprise.
The hound smiled at the boys with a gap-jawed grin that beamed light out into the clearing like a flashlight with fangs. "Get a good look, pups. Isn't it impressive? Oh, don't be so surprised. I'm a hellhound. I'm a demon. That's what I am, and this is what I do, and you chose tonight of all nights to toilet-paper my house. Come over here."
The twins' feet move almost of their own accord. Sulfur swirls in miniature whirlwinds, and the reddish glow from the beast seems to light the forest as if the grove were aflame. With a smile that was more threatening than happy, the hound shifted and stretched out, thrusting his exaggerated anatomy out towards the pups.
The twins tried to look away as soon as the subject was brought up, but something compelled them to keep looking. As the glow around them strengthened and the scent of sulfur grew sharp their legs moved almost of their own accord, bring them closer with awkward struts. Lit sharply against the darkness around them the two pups stared at the demonic canine's swaying sheath and balls, the glowing tip spattering some glowing dribble over their feet, making them jump back with a yelp. "It burns! It burns! It..." Well, their feet were not on fire yet.
The hellhound rose faster than the twins could have imagined, and one paw larger than their heads knocked Space Explosion to the ground in one savage slap. He growled down at the pinned pup, as glowing drool dripped from his muzzle and seeped into the miniature wolf's fur like phosphorescent paint.
"You two are mine tonight if you want to get home safely, and I plan to have a very good hallows eve party indeed. If you're both very, very good, I might even tell you how to change your brother back." His muzzle spread in a feral grin. "Consider it my treat for your trick."
Those hellish eyes turned to the free twin, and growled into his shocked eyes. "Wrap your hands around me, pup, and point me down towards your brother here." The treat was clear, as the hellhound's claws flexed in the dirt to either side of the pup's twin. A backwards gaze from the hound left no doubt what he was referring to.
Surprised yelps was all the two managed before Space was on the ground, lying still for a few seconds before raising his head, looking dazed, ears ringing. Ball Lightning 'Sparky' MacSparks stood still, torn between running away and helping his brother, staring dumbly at the beast as he spoke. "Point you..." It took a few seconds for it to sink in, his protest silenced by the lava hound's stare before it even emerged. He looked down at his brother once more, then walked to the hound's side and knelt down. From up close the hanging maleness looked even larger than before... carefully he reached out, giving it a careful touch. Nope. Not on fire. With that he wrapped his paws around its midpoint and, with a look of disgust, pointed it down toward Space.
The bestial demon let out a huff that could almost be called happy as the juvenile's fingers touched him. What Sparky originally took for the midpoint quickly becomes only a quarter of the way down from the head as more of the floppy member slips from the hellhound's glowing sheath. The length throbbed in Sparky's fingers, scaring the wolf pup enough for him to drop it. With a snarl from the demon, though, he was quick to rectify the mistake before he--or his twin--was hurt.
The smell of sulfur seemed to peak in the grove as a thick stream of tainted piss jetted from the half-hard demon's shaft. It glowed yellow and orange, and steamed in the chilly october night as it soaked into Space Explosion's pelt. The pinned pup squirmed, but there was no escaping the heavy paw that pinned him down.
"Mine, and don't forget it."
Sparky quickly took hold of the seemingly endlessly-enlarging member, staring at it with morbid fascination as it grew in length and girth, dribbling glowing goo over his brother, making him squirm underneath the demon's paw, tearing yet more stitches in the now-raggedy costume. Both cubs yelped as the glowing fluid splashed over Space's front, the increasingly soaked pup coughing as some of it got on his face and open mouth, sputtering underneath the hellhound while his brother held the spurting member as far away from himself as possible, sharp scent of urine and sulfur making both of their eyes water.
"Open your mouth, pup. No one leaves without drinking the punch at my party." The hellhound growled down at Space, and the wolf's muzzle immediately sprang open. The demonic liquid seemed to sink into his skin, and the world tinged and burning yellow and red in his vision. The sulfur wasn't so bad a smell now, and the liquid now splattering into his mouth quickly went from vile and nauseating to sweet--and addictive. The paw pinning Space Explosion lifted, and the hellhound let the natural course of the demonic enchantments run their course.
He looked back towards Sparky, whose hands were buried between the hellhound's thighs to cradle his shaft. Deep red eyes like coals laughed at the young pup, trapping him to the spot just with his lewd glare as the compulsion sank into his twin's mind (and fur) to drink the liquid straight from its source.
Space coughed and shook his head, trying to avoid the stream, but the sound of the demon's voice felt like hands grabbed his head and yanked his muzzle open. The foul liquid splattered over his snout and filled his throat, threatening to suffocate him until he, finally, swallowed. Eyes clenched shut he drank the demon's sharp urine, the ordeal getting easier with each swallow. Actually, it's not -that- bad, he could get used to the taste. Why was he fighting it earlier? This is delicious! The cub's twin stared at him with shock as he sat up, muzzle wide open, drinking the vile piss like it were soda. As the stream lessened he drew closer until his mouth was practically around the tip, fighting for every drop.
"That's right. I wonder, pup, what your brother thinks about this? It doesn't look like he's so sure he wants to be at this party yet." Almost contemplatively, the demon turned his head around to the stunned twin, who hadn't even thought to remove his hands from the bestial cock that was now tapping against his brother's muzzle.
"Do you, 'Sparky?' Your brother is drinking my piss, but you're just standing there like a statue. Don't you want to save your older brother too?" The paw that had been pinning Space to the ground instead pushed behind his head, pushing the excited wolf pup's muzzle onto the fat cock tip. Not much more than the tip fit beyond his lips, but the hellhound didn't seem bothered as he rolled his hips, squashing the rubbery cocktip against the youth's mouth.
The kneeling wolf pup looked up at the hound as he spoke, ears flat to his head, hands around the throbbing beast cock still as it dribbled the last of its piss into his twin's muzzle. Brother... Roy... As the demon looked down he followed his gaze, eyes widening further still as he watched the large paw rest against the back of his brother's head, pushing him forward onto the tip of the shaft. "Space, are you..." His voice trails off as he watches his twin wrap his lips around the demon's dick hungrily, suckling at it for more as the hellhound grinds it against his mouth.
The hellhound only allowed space to suckle at his cock for half a minute before he pushed him back. "Enough for you, pup. The rest is for your brother. Help him, Space. Those costumes don't suit you. Take Sparky's off."
Space was well under the demon's glamor, but Sparky was still wholly himself. Thus, he was young, unsure, and pliable. "Sparky, both of your brothers are relying on you. I'm a demon, so I must always offer you a choice. You can walk away from this grove, and you'll get home safe. I can't, however, say so much for either of your brothers. Your older one, he might be a dangerous, ravening beast for a very long time if you don't help him. And Space here? Well, I'm getting rather fond of him."
As Space stood, arms outstretched to take the remains of his brother's costume, the hellhound smiled his superior grin down at the shocked wolf pup.
The pup below made a disappointed whine as he had the cocktip taken away from him, licking his lips and paws clean as he listened to him talk. With a happy grin he nodded and got up, standing expectantly by his brother who was rather less happy about the whole deal. Sparky's ears laid back once more as demon finished his speech... he looked at the hound, his brother's goofy grin, then glanced at the woods around. Sigh. "Very well, I won't run." Ears still flat the wolfpup got up and, paws glowing lightly from having held the slick demon cock, began taking off his costume, giving it to his brother piece by piece until, at last, he stood before him naked, his own sheath and nuts almost comically small in comparison to the demon beside him. The pup covered himself on instinct, then let his arms drop; no point, really. "Now what?"
Space took the costume from his twin, then promptly pitched it to the side. While Sparky stood uncomfortably, the pup gyrated under the geas of the demonic fluids. His fur glowed with the foul urine, but beneath his half-shredded costume, certain parts were glowing more than others. Once Space finally had his twin's attention, Sparky noticed with growing dread that Space's crotch was glowing with the same fiery candescence as the hellhound, and this wasn't the dimly luminescent piss that was drying into the rest of his pelt. This was dripping and oozing, fiery like it was close to the source.
"Now what? Oh, don't be so petulant, little whelp. I'm offering you the chance to save both of your brothers. It's a generous offer, and all you need do is wrap those delicate little fingers around me. Oh, and you'll also need to lift that pretty little tail of yours, it looks like your brother drank a bit too much of my magic. You wouldn't want 'Explosion' to be more than just his silly name, would you?"
The hellhound turned around and sat on his haunches, the bestial cock jutting up from between his spread hindlegs like a proud banner. More of the glowing liquid seeped from its tip and dribbled down its length like a lava floe.
Sparky stared at his brother in horror. What had that demon -done- to him... save them? Yeah. He stared at his twin's goofy expression, giving his crotch the occasional glance. Can't let him stay that way, no brother of his will be left a demon's puppet (or snack). He turned to the hound again, listening to his terms. Wrap his hands around the monster's tip and lift his tail? What would that... the pup's ears flattened again as he stared at his brother's crotch. He was only guessing at what the demon had in mind, but he doubted it would be pleasant. Can't let his brother die, though. With a resigned sign the naked pup walked to the demon's front and kneeled down, his knees in what remained of the demon's piss. Giving Space one last glance he took the hound's lewdly sized member between his paws, tilting his tail up.
With the pup's fingers firmly around his length, the demon let out a satisfied growl. "There, not so bad, is it?" The place reeked of sulfur and urine, and a thin spurt of the glowing liquid shot across Sparky's arms. The impulse to recoil in disgust was almost overpowering, but he couldn't--he wouldn't fail his brothers.
And thinking of his brothers, it was only seconds after he gripped the demon's shaft that he felt his twin's hands grip his tail. The compulsion had him in it's grips, and the demon magic was flowing through him. He felt hot all over, and his drippingly hard erection seemed to want to bore directly through the remaining shreds of the costume. It wanted, no, demanded to be put somewhere tight and hot.
All this the demon watched with satisfaction. He drank in Space's lust and Sparky's humiliation. It fed him, sustained him, and excited him. Sparky's fingers felt the bestial cock under them throb and spit. It wasn't the floppy length he'd first felt. It was now almost as thick around as his arm, and that glowing liquid was getting everywhere.
Sparky pulled his head back, but kept hold of the demon's member as it throbbed and spurted in his paws, glowing fluid getting on his fur and a few droplets landing on his cheek, making his nostrils flare at the sharp smell. He let out a surprised yelp as his tail was grabbed, glancing over his shoulder to see see his brother, then looked forward once more, head down and ears flat as he watched his paws holding the large cock, its tip dribbling glowing goop over his paws. The pup felt his brother move closer behind him, giving the member in his paws an unintentional squeeze.
Behind him, Space let out a garbled "Meow." The purple arms of Space's cat costume wrapped around Sparky's belly, and wet flesh touched his thigh. "Heh, hey bro, you got caught by a cat. You'll never live it down." Space sounded like he'd had too many cans of orange pop. Then wet flesh slithered up between his rumpcheeks as his inexperienced twin started to hump against his rump. His brother's cock tapped against his pucker, then slid up to bump against his tailbase. It pulled back, then rubbed roughly through the crack of his rump again. With an exuberant "unf", Space finally found that hot, tight place he'd been searching for, and thrust.
While Sparky yelped and grimaced beneath him, the hellhound started to hump into those squeezing paws. His eyes devour the sight, watching every moment of pleasure and pain as the twins couple. The demonic cock gives a hard throb and dribbles lava-colored pre down over the pup's fingers as Space finally thrusts home.
Sparky erfs as his brother's weight pushed against his back, arms around his midsection, "The heck... snap out of it Space! Stop it!" The pup squirmed uncomfortably as he was held, his twin's slick member poking between his thighs, slipping up across his crack and bumping against his tailbase before its tip pushed against his pucker, eliciting a yelp, "Space, Sp...hng!" The brother in front clenched his teeth as he felt the other pup's member push against his virgin ring, finally yelping out as it was spread and pushed through, the wolf cub's glowing member embedding itself inside him, the dribbling demon cock between his paws forgotten in the excitement.
Overhead, the voice of the demon boomed out. It was stronger, more masculine than Old Man Henry had sounded, as if he'd rejuvenated a decade. "Yesss, just there. I can feel him twitching around you. That's perfect. Go ahead, my little pet, let it all out." Space let out a playful mock growl, then with all the easy excitement of youth, started to pound at his brother's tailhole. Knees lifted back and forth as he danced from one side to the other, rocking as he sank his cock into his twin. Glowing liquid seeped from where they joined, the demon's liquid like fiery lubricant.
Above Sparky, the hellhound didn't seem to have notice that the paws had stopped stroking and squeezing. His cock throbbed and spit in time, spraying jets like a volcanic vent over the twins. He humped, and his obscenely large balls bounced off of Sparky's muzzle as the hound's cock dripped over his head.
The pup whimpered, sandwiched between the two as his brother humped against him, his juvenile member feeling quite sizable as it thrust into his no-longer-virgin ass. To make matters worse, the hellhound's large orbs were now bouncing against his snout as he fought to keep hold of the thrusting member above him, splatters of glowing goop landing on him and his twin. Adding to this was the sensation of his own balls and sheath swaying and rubbing against his thighs as his brother thrust against him, involuntarily causing his sheath to begin to plump, making him feel more shame still and hoping the demon will not notice.
Above Sparky's head, Space started to groan. Sparky wasn't so young that he hadn't heard that groan before, from the top bunk late at night when Space thought he was asleep. The twin's hands, garbed in cat's paws, yanked at Sparky's hips. Another moment of pain passed as Space's knot spread his twin's pucker, lubricated by the glowing liquid. Tied inside his brother, the wolf pup's cock twitched, then started to spray.
"Oh, oh yes." Above their heads, the demon growled and hissed in bestial tongue. The cock in Sparky's hands twitched, and a thick gout of fiery demon spunk splattered against his neck and across his back. The bestial hips rolled, sending the next jet of lava-colored spume across both of the twins, painting their backs with the glowing liquid. Still in the grips of the enchantment, Space quickly started to lap at the liquid while his knot throbbed in his brother's tailhole.
Sparky grunted as his twin's thrusts became faster and more erratic, paws working the hound's member more on reflex than anything else as he felt the wolf cock within him twitch and thrust more roughly, the broader girth around its base now pushing against his already-stretched pucker. Without realizing it the pup ended up pulling the hound's cock against his cheek as his brother gave one last thrust, the knot popping through his pucker and tying them as the cat-suited wolf on top of him moaned that familiar moan, shooting his load within him. The demon's voice brought his attention back to the cock in his paws, just in time to see it throb and spurt its glowing spunk over his chest and face, then rain it down over the two of them, the hellhound's thrusts rubbing the length against his face.
While he clearly enjoyed the beginning of his orgasm, the hellhound stepped back not long after his third spray had coated Sparky's cheeks. "Ah, and here's the last guest to our little soire! Welcome, older-brother! Your brothers are ready for you." Off to the side, the creature that had once been Roy stepped into the glow of the glade. He was the exact depiction of a werewolf that Sparky remembered, long, lanky limbs, crouched over like half-wolf and half, well, wolf-wolf. Normally, he wouldn't take notice, but after the night's activities, Sparky can't help but notice the dangling sheath and balls that jiggle every time his older brother takes a step.
"Don't you worry, boys. It's halloween, and the nightmare ends when halloween does. I'd say you have, what, another thirty minutes? I'm sure that'll give you enough time to reacquaint yourselves." Roy's lope broke into a sprint as he spotted his brothers. "Normally, I'd suggest you run away, survive as long as you can, but, well." Still insensible, Space wriggled atop his twin, tied and keeping them both immobile. "Happy hunting."
The hellhound padded back into the woods, his still dripping shaft leaving a glowing trail behind him. Within moments, he was gone, and the glade was illuminated only by the moon and the remnants of the demon's lust.
Sparky shook his head, trying to get the hound's spunk off his face when he spotted Roy. Or, what he had become. Seems the demon's transformation made more than just his body large. He became aware the hellhound was speaking again, ears flattening as it finished. Crap. The large, glowing hound began walking off and he could see Roy begin to run, the 'cat' atop him quite content to just stay there and hold him down... with a yelp Sparky grabbed Space's thighs, supporting him atop him and wincing as he felt the twin's knotted member pull against his sore rear. With determination he turned and began to run. Well, stumble. Well, topple. Crap.
With the change complete and comfortable by then, there was no hesitation anymore. An undignified wobble couldn't escape Roy for more than a few seconds. Seconds after he began to run, more than just the weight of Space pulled Sparky over. A careful slap of Roy's monstrous paw sent Sparky to the ground. Around his head, he could hear the snuffling of a curious canid, then teeth nipped at his neck.
Above him, Roy was circling. Both of the two smelled of that creature he'd seen--owned by that creature. Any familial resemblance in the scents has been drowned out by urine, cum, and sulfur. He nipped again, then with one hand just barely able to grasp, he grabbed Sparky's head and lifted. Behind, Space tumbled and splashed down into the puddle of slightly glowing hellhound spunk. The sharp yank pulled painfully for a moment at his twin, but Space was still a juvenile. The undersized knot plops free, and is chased by a rush of lupine spunk colored with glowing demon seed.
Sparky yelped as he was knocked over, with Space merely giving a goofy giggle as they toppled, "Roy, stop it! Space, help me!" Unfortunately, neither did. With a grunt he felt himself pulled up all of the sudden, Space's young knot pulling against his rear sharply before popping off, a dribble of the cat-wolf's spunk leaking down his brother's thigh as he was held up by Roy, dangling naked from the overgrown paw, "Ack! Roy! Let... go...!"
Roy? Roy? That rang a bell. These two were familiar. Through the deadly haze of the werewolf transformation, recognition started to dawn on Roy. Not the hellhound's, no, these weren't owned by that monster. Then why did they smell so much like it? The answer was easy, even for the muddled head of a werewolf. Sex was so hot in the air that it was even starting to affect Roy through the bloodlust. Or perhaps it was the demon's magic--the one that had started the transformation in the first place. Whichever it was, the werewolf's two-track mind flicked from one to the other. Once the killing haze lifted, it was left with its opposite, the bestial lust.
Somewhere, deep in Roy's eyes, Sparky could see the real Roy, struggling inside his cage. But he had as little control as a passenger on a train when the werewolf Roy lifted his younger brother and flipped him around, then pinned him face-down in the puddle of demon spunk.
The wolf pup struggled in the werewolf's grasp, paws grabbing and hanging off of Roy's to stop his head from screwing off. "Yes, it's me, Sparky! Your brother! Now put me down. Yes, just like... no, not like that!" The pup squirmed as Roy pinned his front on the ground, his nude front getting soaked in the demon's remaining fluids. At half the Roy's current size however all the struggling yields little except a load of demon spunk in his fur.
Space may have been an appropriate starter, but nothing could have prepared Sparky for the girth of the werewolf's cocktip as it teased over his pucker. Roy reached down and snuffled at his brother's ears as he rubbed his sheath against the pinned pup. And it felt... It felt...
Actually, it felt pretty damn good. Maybe it was the demon's spunk seeping in, but flashes of all the times he'd watched his older brother started to run past Sparky's vision. They hadn't been sexual then, just curious glances in the bath, and peeks through the doorway, and an eye-full when he caught Roy with his girlfriend from school. None of them had meant anything, until now with Roy's sheath squashed against his rear, and that transformed cocktip pressing insistently against his used pucker.
At least the tip he could handle. It wasn't larger than Space's knot, though it still stung a bit on the way in as his brother struggled to fit more into his tight sibling.
Space sat up, still in his ragged cat costume, watching as were-Roy pinned Sparky to the ground and positioned himself over him. His fur still lightly glowing with the demon's various fluids the costumed pup reached down to stroke his still-erect member, hissing through his teeth as he bumped against the sensitive knot, "Rrrr, that's hot bro... first caught by a cat, then by a werewolf!" He stroked faster as the tip of Roy's cock pressed against Sparky's spunk-lubed pucker, then pushed inside, making the smaller pup yelp underneath him with a mix of discomfort and pleasure. Still stroking himself Space walked closer, getting a nice rear view of the werewolf's furred nuts swinging as he drove his member into the kid brother beneath him.
With the werewolf's attention fully occupied by the tight ring of muscle that was slowly sliding up his cock, inch by throbbing inch, Space could creep ignored around the eagerly thrusting werewolf. He had a gorgeous view from behind, with Roy's penetration lit by the glowing remains of Space's own turn beneath his twin's tail.
Roy's tail lifted, then thumped Space's head as he leaned in for a closer view of the action. Finally past the thickest part, the werewolf's cock suddenly began to slide deep, until the monstrous knot kissed the pup's sensitive back end.
The pup underneath squirmed as he felt the huge wolf cock spread him and push inside, the tapered tip soon widening and feeling impossibly thick inside him. Any protest he might've had was silenced as he felt Roy push inside him, the large wolf dick sliding into him, inch by inch, feeling like it'll split him at any time. And yet, somehow, it also felt good. As the glowing fluids below him seeped into his fur Sparky began feeling a tinge of warmth and pleasure, the sensation of Roy's huge dick both uncomfortable and desirable at the same time. By the time he'd hilted the pinned pup was sporting an erection of his own, his grunts a mix of discomfort and lust, the knot's girth pushing against his pucker both threatening and arousing.
Werewolves, for all their other qualities, are not known for their gentleness or kindness. As soon as the hot hole he was thrusting into proved it could take his girth, Roy's hips pulled back and bumped against Space's snout. Then it ground back against Sparky, pushing all but the knot inside. Pull, glide, then thrust, smooth on the way out , then rough on the way back in, until the hard humps were all but propelling Sparky face-first through the sticky morass.
Sparky grunted with every thrust, feeling that large wolf cock pound inside him, Roy's rough treatment pushing him back and forth across the messy ground. Soon he could feel the werewolf's entire length working him, pulling back, only to thrust back inside, feeling like it pushed inside for an impossibly long time before bottoming out, the large knot bumping against his overstretched pucker. Random flashes of memory go through the small wolf's head, of the times he'd seen his Roy and his other brothers naked, the images oddly alluring right now. Another pound from Roy causes his member to brush against the sticky ground, the rough stimulus making him yelp in discomfort.
As the thrusts started to become erratic, the werewolf's arms closed around Sparky, pulling him up to the werewolf's chest. Now virtually sitting on his cock, the pup felt the knot slapping his rump like a paddle every time those hips swung up to thrust.
Then there was a crack, and a howl. The arms around Sparky contracted, holding him still as the body behind him contorted. As much as he squirmed, the arms around him were far too strong to escape while his brother's body twisted and reshaped itself. Moment by moment, the werewolf shrank, and the natural body proportions Sparky was so used to quickly returned as the demonic magic of Halloween fled.
And then, when the thankfully normal-sounding intake of breath sounded over his shoulder, then sudden lack of girth sent Sparky sliding down, rump slurping around his big brother's knot and squashing down against his sheath.
The pup let out another yelp, this time in surprise as he was hoisted up, then held against the werewolf's chest, the creature's balls slapping against his own as he was ridden, the monstrous knot threatening to push through with each thrust. Preoccupied with Roy's werewolf dick plowing his ass Sparky didn't even realize something is amiss until he felt the girth inside him reducing. Before he could do anything however gravity did its job, pushing him down on the smaller (though still substantial. Luckily there were-cock did its job, too) knot, holding him squirming on the thickest end until the whimpering pup writhed and it popped inside him. Still held by Roy, the cub shuddered, clenching around his brother's knot as he shot his load all over his front.
"That, uh..."
Roy stuttered as Sparky's tight rump squeezed. He was too far gone to resist. All the humping as a werewolf had left him teetering on the brink, and that young and tight tailhole squeezing behind his knot is simply too much for him to handle. The arms around Sparky's chest squeezed again as the cock in his rump twitched, then a familiar (but decidedly less demonic) feeling of hot liquid filled his insides.
"Where, uh..." Roy stuttered, trying to speak out from around his orgasm.
"Where are we? Woods, I think the road's that way." Space helpfully chimed in.
"No, where... Errr..." Roy stuttered again.
"Where'd he go? We're pretty sure he's Old Man Henry, but I don't think I want to go up to his house to complain. Ever. Never ever."
"No, bro!" Roy shivered and held his brother tight against his chest, twitching every few seconds as his balls pulled up and spurted again into the oh-so-tight tailhole. "Where'd you guys drop the candy?"