Halloween Treat
This is late. I know. But I loved it as it's my favorite holiday. Be 18 or older readers!
Halloween Treat by theonehowl
Collin walked home along the sidewalk of Turkey Avenue, south a few blocks from the party with school mates and other friends, one of whom shall not be named. She lost her place in the young equine's mind after a couple of drinks between them, where she found the freedom to kiss another horse who looked just like Collin(her words) but wore lots of weird jewelry and tight clothing that left him and many others questioning what sexual orientation this kid was. After Collin's girl saddled on the costume-stealing horse in the upstairs bedroom, the cat was out of the bag and barely stayed contained in the young boy's trunks. In fact, lots of his friends knew about it by simply dazing at the stunning size cramped in tight clothes. And Collin, upon opening the door... had seen enough.
He left to the verbal stone-throwing from a drunken ass-hat yelling, "What's wrong, Long-John? Someone plundered the booty before you could find it?" His feet clopped along the clean pavement with a soft breeze stirring the brittle tree branches, who hung over head to scar the moonlight on the shadowy ground, creating a dark scenery throughout the neighborhood. Not a real difference to Collin as he stared down at the meshed darkness. The troubled images and ideas in his mind, what kids would think and what he would say at school, if he ever spoke to that... that bitch!
He gritted his teeth and kicked the fence post next to him.
"Whoa! Hey!" Someone yelled nearby. Collin looked up, wide eyed, expecting to be in trouble for expressing his rage on someone else's fence. He calmed down when it was not an adult but some trick-or-treater dressed up as a witch. He let out the breath he was holding, the one keeping back the liquor flavored exhale, a knowing cover for any authoritative figure. "You can take your anger out on some other fence, cutey. This one's mine."
Perched over at the corner, somehow not affected by the spires of the white pickets, a black cat smiled. Her eyes were hard to see through the shade of a looming tree, the same as her upper body. An orange vest and gold necklace showing through the deep, dark shade. Collin found one other thing about this chick that stood out from the darkness and her matching ebony colored fur: a pair of stockings. They clung tight over her smooth calves, cutting off at the thighs, which bordered on being muscular. Though Collin hated candy corn and Halloween for it's glorification of the nasty candy, these candy corn-colored leggings brought his beliefs into a ray of doubt. The only part of these legs he disputed were the black slippers who hogged up the complete candy coating colors on those delicious legs. He didn't realize a long, awkward moment passed through his staring.
"Maybe you have something else in mind?"
The words knocked Collin out of whatever delirium he slipped in to.
"Uh... no. I'm going to go." He continued on the walkway. Until a voluptuous beam of white, orange, and yellow stripes rose up even with his eyes. Their colors crashed through the night's shadowy filter and into the horse's senses. The suddenness of the stockinged leg was a physical force bringing him to a defined stop.
"Not so fast. Something's eating you, horsey. Maybe you need some butterscotch?" Collin grunted at the term "horsey". His scolding eyes burned with a newly kindled anger at this pompous witch. He had his share of annoyance with women for the evening. It wouldn't take much more to push him over and lose his patience with their kind. But something about those stripes of white, orange, yellow made him feel strange. They caused a flutter in his chest... a tingle behind his briefs. "Maybe you'd like to tell me what's on your mind instead of staring at my legs all night, sugar..."
"There's nothing on my mind! And you put them in my way! Now, if you would excuse me." He used the anger to break from the growing obsession his eyes developed for the legs and used a hand to pull down the one in his way. As his fingers touched the silky fabric, they rubbed upwards just a little. The fingers trailed along each white, orange, and yellow ring. He wanted a feel, by some curiosity, he reasoned with a bewildered feeling rising inside. He never felt a leg so smooth as this... "And... I hate butterscotch..." His voice came out in a lost tone.
"Is that true? Do you have nothing on your mind?" The leg slid out of his hold and back in his way, taking up his view and reviving the strong scrutiny of his hungry eyes. The stripes were closer and the leg so long, white, orange, and yellow; it seemed almost endless in his gaze, and it made the leg so sexy to the colt boy.
"I..." He fell short on what to say. The anger somehow went away when the leg was there. He didn't notice the steady breathing, the tired sound in his voice, or the thirsty build-up in his muzzle.
"If nothing's on your mind, then you shouldn't feel angry. Nothing's on your mind. Nothing at all. You said nothing's on your mind." Collin lost track of what the cat said but finally heard, "Crazy how you're not angry, now."
"Yeah... I'm not. That's weird."
"You're kinda handsome..." the single shoe on the out-stretched leg touched under his chin, twisted, and brought him to look at the black cat. "What's your name, cutey?"
"Collin. I-... wait." He stared for a second, not understanding what he noticed under the small, dark mini skirt. A pair of matching orange panties with a happy jack-o-lantern in bold black lining stretched out by the bulging sack and a vividly thickened sheath. Even worse, a tapered cock tip rose out from the excitement, which was the cause of the skirt's revelation and Collin's new deduction- as he looked at "her" flat chest and connected the dots. "Ohhh... what the fuck. I'm not gay, you weirdo." He fell back a few steps, away from the shadow over hang and into a much more moon-lit street.
"Oh... that's a shame." The boy cat slid from his perch, showing himself inches shorter and bolstering the feminine figure the clothes already accented and fooled the horse before. "I thought you might have wanted to come home with me.." He let out a soft, disappointed sigh. He turned and tapped his witchy shoes down every step away from the disgusted horse. The legs moved with a distinct sensuality, an almost liquid form that could be mistaken for sluts turning tricks off a corner.
Collin never saw legs as beautiful as these, even while they moved further from him and shrunk in the distance. They never left his sight. The cat boy was going the same direction as him, much to his agitation. It mostly felt awkward, but he refused to think himself in the wrong. He just wanted to get home, so he stuffed his hands into his pockets and tried ignoring the warmth of his male-hood pounding from inside his pirate pants. Home was only a couple of blocks away. It was a few steps straight and before a bend around the next corner. He liked the possibility that the feline and him could separate ways at this b-
The cat boy turned the corner ahead. Collin grunted in frustration, stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets, and bared with a ridiculous, contradictory temptation in the form of sexy feminine legs. I'm not gay, he thought. But the legs tore away his senses and had him wishing they belonged to a female. They could in his imagination. Nothing seemed harmful in fantasizing. He promised, when he got home, he'd dream of those legs and really enjoy them as he pawed out a good one. They felt like a dream to the touch, he remembered. From that one lingering memory of his fingers traveling over each mile-long candy corn stripe, his cock twitched and pressed at his pant's front. A soft blush coated his cheeks.
The feminine cat crossed the street, towards the clearing between two cozy homes and leading in to the thicket of trees with a canopy of darkness crowded behind them. Collin saw none of the things ahead. The legs took his attention and the frustration fueled his devoid awareness. He wanted to get home and take care of the horny devil calling to him from the interior of his pants. It was the same devil who tempted his hand to move and rub that leg. The memory, again, took up his vision the same as those legs ahead distracted. White, orange, and yellow strolled on into the tree line, somehow keeping up their colors through the thick, pitch black dark in front.
The suburban twilight disappeared into the natural forest landscape, with a grassy field opening up in front of Collin, who had no idea nor the sense to ask how long he had been traveling. Ahead of him, the pair of candy legs strolled into a planting field surrounded by old, worn out wooden gates. Their old beams fell and stuck into the ground, making the mouth and entrance where the black cat crossed over. The field's ground looked tilled and defined, thick as the beams imprisoning the landscape, and out of the ground grew infrequent, individual pumpkins. They may had been few in number compared to the field's size, but their glow was a prominent orange under the stars and moon's faces, healthier than a Hollywood superstar. Their orange copied the dazzle and allure the black cat's stockings possessed- the only difference: the pumpkins didn't have anyone like Collin dressed as a pirate following them in a daze, unaware.
The witch waltzed to the fattest pumpkin on the ground, which billowed with an unbelievably healthy size. It was nearly the size of a car. The cat hefted his small, lithe figure on its top and persisted in smoothing the dark violet skirt down. He crossed those legs purposely, seeing the equine a few steps away with no surprise but complete composure. The pretty kitty pushed off his shoes, each one falling forgotten to the dirt terrain. Excited giggles poured out of the cute creature while he watched the lost, dazed horse coming closer. He pulled off his witch's hat and gave it an awkward wave in the air before sitting it aside on the pumpkin's top.
"Hi' there, stranger," the witch said with a full set of teeth smiling. "What brings you out here?"
"Cut the shit. Where's my damn house?" Collin looked pissed, but the look was set on the legs.
"What do you mean, dear?"
"I was walking home." He gave short, convicting glances at the cat with a return glance to the legs. He wanted to be taken seriously and knew starring at her(his) legs wouldn't help. "Why..."
"Shh..."
Those legs, their candy delicious lengths, slid up to his face and began caressing him, feeling like a kind of silk but nothing Collin could describe with potent accuracy. He only knew his mouth began to slobber to the sudden sweet smell. The beating heart in his chest skipped a bit and never stopped fluttering as those legs laid in on him. Their soft feet smelled fresh like kettle corn, sweet and warm. He couldn't believe such a smell to be natural, but the more he sniffed the more the flavor grew to entice and trap. He moved his paws up and tried to push the distracting extremities from his vision, which they smothered with their yellow, white, and orange. They smelled sweeter when so close. Collin swallowed down the saliva that built up incredibly fast. It returned just as thick the second it was gone.
"Where's my... ugh, get these legs out of my- Rrrh! I'm g-going to break these legs!" He had his paws on them, a good and aggressive grip.
"Mmm.... That's nice. Keep doing that."
He smiled with malice and began doing just that. He squeezed the calf, hard and moved his paw up. He squeezed with both hands up and down the boy's legs, trying to break them but finding it easier to just give them a loving squeeze. Confusion overcame Collin's face. Drool leaked from his lip. His hands were running up and down while thoroughly massaging white, orange, and yellow muscles.
The black cat, eyes closed from the bliss, peaked with one eye to see the confusion on the equine's face. It was more delicious than the feel of his warm hands tenderly loving his calves and thighs.
"Aww, you thirsty?" the cat teased. "Try them. My stockings are the best." With that, a smooth foot shoved against the equine's snout, skidding the drool on to it.
Collin recoiled with annoyance and licked the cumbersome drool off his lips. He stopped, then, mouth open and ready to speak. That taste, he thought. His brows furrowed with confusion or something else. He flicked a thick tongue out against the same leg that rudely shoved at him, the other playing with the bandana on his head before tossing it away. "Mmm, good horsey," the witch cooed. Collin didn't mind the words, his tongue was busy lapping up that taste, now. It was just like candy corn, the stripes not betraying their natural ability to mimic the candy. Each lick made the taste grow stronger, the smell too, which only made his tongue thrash at the legs harder and nose breath deeper. He desperately tried consuming the sugary substance filling his senses. It was like electric sweetness thrilling every taste bud in his mouth. The powerful taste gave him a head rush that put the pre-party liquor to shame.
"Wha-ohhh..." He lapped between words. "What's w-awmmm." The young horse took the foot fully into his muzzle, not resisting its pushing persistence. The sensation in his pants was beyond tingling as his long equine cock pressed hard inside his pants.
"Shh... Everything is fine. Relax. Right now, you're discovering my candy legs. It's hard to not like candy legs despite gender, horsey." The cat flicked his own hard cock sticking up from the hem of his skirt. The smooth, black cock throbbed at the punching finger-flick. "They taste sweeter than before don't they? Yeah... You really like these long legs. I can tell with the way you followed this pretty kitty out here. The sweat of my shoe brings out the sweetness of my feet; the smell can be enticing, but the taste... well, it's addictive." All while he said this, his feet, wet with so much endless saliva, rubbed over the horse's face... sticky candy strings glistening along the horse's face from the stockings' touch.
The cat put his tender, small feet over the horse's face, smothering his helpless muzzle and eyes in candy-coated taste and smell.
"Just lick and smell how sweet my legs and feet are." Collin responded in obedience... not understanding whatever the cat said, but he had no choice when such delicious candy sat in his face. The smell ran strong through his big nostrils. It left a tingling sensation in his head, something strange about that since... The equine wanted to say something was wrong, but it was only a little tingle and the cat was talking. He felt like listening. It meant more candy on his tongue. More sweet smell that dripped down over his mind like a sugary syrup, boiling away every care, trapping and slowing every thought in its viscous bliss.
"Your mind must feel pretty slow, not very functional. Is that right, horsey?" Lick, sniff, lick, lick was Collin's response. "Mmm, yeah. That's nice. Feels so good... It still works. Don't worry about your mind. No worries, just relax and lick." Lick, lick, sniff. "I'll show you. Tell me: what is the absolute last sexual thing you would do to a boy like me?"
Collin lapped and then muttered, "Suck... dick-" slurping and sniffing.
"See? Perfectly fine."
"W...mmm." Lick, lick. "Home..."
"Oh yeah, your home, that's right! It's here. That's why you followed me, horsey. You were coming home with me, remember?. You just thought there would be a house. You're silly. No houses out here, horsey. Don't you remember home?"
The cat pulled the feet away. They dripped with tiny strands of sugar and saliva, strings peeling from a glistening face, a face slick and more slippery looking than fur should look. Collin watched the feet, panting and waiting for them to come back down. He could wait forever. "Your home, horsey... Remember?"
"I... I'm fuzzy..." The cat giggled to the unsure, worried sound in his voice.
"Yes, hun, but that will change shortly.... Now, do you live in a house, anymore?" Collin thought about it for a short moment, finding it hard between the aching erection and the strange feeling in his head.
"I..." He watched those feet. "I don't remember any houses... but" The feet came down and stopped him there. His tongue took over, again.
"Yes, horsey. No houses. You came home with me, and I don't live in a house. Neither do you, now. You came home with me, horsey." The cat let out a long sigh and leaned back to bask from the warm, sweet tongue loving on his stocking-covered feet. "Mmm, my legs are dry. Give them some attention." The feline's cock jumped at the sensation running up from his paws, which were warm and sweaty with anxiousness. Soft, compliant lips kissed the sticky, rubbery texture of his legs.
Collin didn't notice the change from soft, cloth stockings to a rubbery stickiness and the glossy wetness from each new lick he put down. It was as if the material changed, transformed from lean cotton to latex. He never seen clothes in latex or rubber before, and no thoughts or images were available to him, now. The only difference he noted was how easier it became to glide his tongue up and down the slim, luxurious legs. The dry parts, he obeyed and licked, blasted with renewed taste, like a whole new candy corn lolly pop flooded his mouth: smooth like a lolly pop, his mind finally conjured a description for the new transformed legs.
Saliva poured off the wet legs down his body's front, a sizzling sound rising into the night's cool air. In moments of licking, sweating, and panting from the oral worshiping, Collin's clothes hung around his biceps, knees and ankles, and shoulders in burnt tatters. The jagged edges of his pirate costume were not charred, but stained by a yellow tint and melted away in a chaotic mess... eaten by the same sweetness draining from the smooth legs.
The black cat moaned to the dark, starry sky above. He pushed his skirt down and massaged the hardened length jutting out eight inches tall, thick and ready. His paw moved slow, making long strokes with a tight squeeze by his fist's pumps.
"Good horsey," he said, breathing to steady his voice. "Lick, drip, sweat. Nothing of your old life shall be left. Lick, drip, sweat. Nothing of your old life shall be left..." The cat conjured the spell with a shaky voice. He moaned softly and stopped pawing his eager shaft. "Hold on, horsey." The cat lifted his legs away, followed by a desperate whimper from the equine. "Do you want to do something for me? Since I'm letting you lick and suck on my delicious legs...?"
Collin nodded without hesitance.
"Good boy," he said before swiveling the pretty legs past the skirt and kicking it away, a spray of the sticky drool smacking on Collin as the flippant cloth flew over head. He flinched and went back to staring at the most beautiful candy legs he's ever seen or tasted. "Fill your muzzle up with this and start sucking it like you did my feet." This time Collin hesitated. He stared at the long, dripping shaft between the elegant white, orange, and yellow polarities. The cock's tip looked foreign compared to his equine flat head jutting out between his legs.
His eyes flashed quick to the legs framing the ebony colored cat boy's center. Then, he dived his head down on to the shaft. The fast velocity locked his lips with the cat's groin. His throat felt that mushroom tip pressing back and stuffing his throat uncomfortably. The quick action brought out a long moan from the witch above. "OH! Wow... Suck! Suck it..." Doing just as the cat said, the horse found it easier to compress his lips, lather with his tongue, and use those lips any way the witch wanted. In the cavities of his consciousness, he knew it was important... if he wanted to lay his tongue and hands on those candy legs, to have another sample of the unforgettable sweetness. Thinking about the legs was the only way the heterosexual stallion could suck down the muzzle-full of feline dick and live with himself... thinking of those legs, the ones rubbing on his back and squeezing his face closer against the dark fur reeking of a male's odor. The candy-striped legs twined around his head, encouraging his mouth to suckle like the total bitch he was becoming; all for the need of their smooth, rubbery sweet surface. The feet stretched down his back, coating his thin fur with wet and sticky stains. His back felt fully coated by the time the witch pushed him away. Both of them were panting in the end.
"Ohh, gawd..." the cat moaned. He watched the leg-addict while pulling him off his throbbing, leaking member. A strand stretched from his cock to the horse's lips. "That's enough, horsey. Oh, wow. You did good. Better than I guessed." The cat's foot, smooth and sticky, slid under the chin and lifted the docile boy's head. "You sucked me so well that I'm starting to think you liked it."
"H-..." Collin coughed. His senses came back some. "Hell, no!" He wiped his chin but did nothing to move the foot underneath. In fact, the smell caused his mouth to gush with salivation. He stared at the white, orange, and yellow leading upwards to the cat. "I'm straight. I don't like guys. I..." The legs pulled away. They wavered in front of his eyes, who followed their shapely mid-air dance. Strong urges to lick, taste, watch, forget... forget what he's done.
"Aw, you're going to make me sad. You sure you don't like sucking dick, straight boy?" The black cat pouted and dangled his legs, leaning back. "I can always leave you alone. You don't need to be my Halloween Treat, but I wanted it to be you, horsey, I really did." The cat lifted the left leg straight in the air, reaching for the band around his thigh and adjusting, pulling it higher and tighter against the dark fur thigh. Sucking the horse in with the smooth curves, the stripe pattern seemingly made them the most perfect things he's ever seen. "I... I suppose I should leave." The black cat spoke with regret.
"No," Collin almost whispered. "Wait..." His eyes held on to the sight of curvy calves and dainty feet paws, the stripe pattern concealing their anatomy as much as they concealed Collin's working mind. He was engulfed in a world of white, orange, and yellow. The horse only knew the desire, the need burning in his hands, tongue, lips... all that sugar sizzling upon the surface of his smooth skin.
Collin's eyebrows furrowed in dense confusion. His fur felt funny, and the cool outside air almost stung in a way he never knew. It was just the new sensation, due to a new change. He lifted his left arm and tested it with a finger. It slid, the same way as caressing a wet, slick candy stocking. He thought the light brown fur was sticky, but he came to a horrible realization:
There was no fur!
He touched the arm. His head grew lighter, twisting in an unexpected dizzying hurricane. The revelation was too much to take. His mind was weak, filled and corroded with sugary cavities, wanting addiction and to forget, growing stronger now.
"No? Then... I can certainly stay. You look like you could use the company. Here, don't be frightened, sweetness." The cat put his slim, curvy legs back in front of the horse. He didn't expect to feel that growing urge come back so suddenly. It caught him by surprise. He wanted to yell. No, he wanted to scream in horror. What was happening? He wanted to know. So many questions but they were thrust away by the pretty patterns. white, orange, yellow... white, orange, yellow sweetness. He wavered. His head began leaning. Those dainty legs waited patiently, like a confident goddess. They longed for him, he thought. "Have them. You can be as sweet as they are."
A pearl of drool dangled in suspense as Collin's head fell inch by inch. His body screamed with a sizzling sensation, not painful, but alarming, because he knew it was the fur being eaten by that sweet, sticky wetness from the legs. They rubbed all over him just moment ago, covered him. He was becoming candy. Like white, orange, yellow sweetness. He really could be like them. The thought swallowed up a piece of his mind like delicious candy, the part of his mind that could stop and free him from this obvious trap.
Collin's lips made contact before he could... what? He wanted this. The sweetness flooded into his mouth and reassured his decision, a tide of thirst splashing back. He sucked down the sugary flavor and began licking up the legs, anew. His breath grew hoarse, and his paws grabbed with so much need, feeling curves he longed for so bad. His palms slid against the newly wet stockings as he tried applying his mouth to both, switching with frantic indecision. His paws were slick like the legs, taking on the smooth texture just the same in their furless state.
"That's a good, candy boy. Just lie back and relax," said the black cat. He pushed the horse down with ease, finding the candy boy smiling with a warm, loving submission. The stocking-covered feet rubbed their wet toes and soles down his chest, covering the slick pecs in glossy sugar. The cat grinned and stroked to the sight of his new candy horse, fallen to the irresistible spell of his candy-corn stockings. He brought moan after moan from the horse below his feet, scrubbing the equally rubberized candy horse dick down with those sweet feet. The toes curled against the twelve-inch thickness and ran up at the tapered, flat head; sliding and squeezing against the slit's entrance. A big, rubbery big toe threatened to push through and that chance brought out a long cry of pleasure from Collin. His body rocked as the big shaft quaked and flooded against that toe with a hot, steamy torrent of cum. "Ooooh... wow..." Thick, white fluid slithered down the still standing cock.
The cat pulled his toe away and stretched the orgasmic juice with a soft giggle. He stroked his own shaft faster, watching with a twisted smile and keen eyes. The toe took a long strand of white fluid and presented it to the horse's lips. Collin didn't think. He saw candy stripes, and an extra white creme ribbon added to them. His lips puckered and tongue slid out to clasp on the toe and take in the dripping cum. The salt and bitterness mixed with that addictive sugar. He moaned around the foot as his mouth consumed more.
"Damn, candy boy. You're taking all that cum. You couldn't even share with me, could you?" Collin moaned in response. "No. Because you're too busy being my slutty sweet-Halloween Treat, aren't you?" He nodded, only with the slightest sense of what he agreed to and living up the warmth spreading from the compliance. "Mmm, damn... that's a good candy slut..." The black cat arched slender hips into his paw, which stroked the throbbing shaft with an eager enthusiasm. The precum slipped through his fingers and coated his hardened flesh, causing a wet slapping sound from each stroke.
The feline lifted his head and panted softly. His soft voice began chanting the words of a powerful spell, completing this sex-filled ritual. "Where you are. Where you're going. Come to find yourself as sweet as this candy coating... Where you are. Where you're going. Come to find yourself as sweet as this candy coating..."
Collin moaned and arched at the power befallen over him. His eyes rolled up under their heavy lids as his mouth hung open in a mindless, overwhelmed stupor. He couldn't imagine this pleasure. It was a billion orgasms in the form of sugar, sizzling over every nerve on his body. Not just on his body but the insides sizzled with a crinkling sweetness that felt too good to be true. It was like the unimaginable feelings caused cavities in his mind, emptying out all its processes and memories. Collin couldn't remember where he was, anymore. He couldn't tell you what day it was, or even speak through such a haze of electric power-pleasure. His body greedily captured this ecstasy and rode on it. Reality, to him, depended on this feline who seemed most in control, rubbing these... long somethings with pretty colors... white, orange, yellow... These words sounded familiar in his corrupted mind. There were other words, too.
"...sweet as candy...." Collin said with no volition of his own. If there were enough of his mind left, he would be amazed by how drugged and dull his voice sounded. "I'm candy... sweet as this coating..." He said each time with the feline, not understanding any of the words he spoke. To this, the pumpkin in front of him, the one under the feline, glowed slowly with a warm radiance. Orange rays coated the candy horse, causing his body to radiate with its glossy skin.
"Here you are," the black cat chanted more. "You're know where you're going, to be sweet as your candy coating... Here you are, you know where you're going, to be sweet as your candy coating..." To which Collin repeated his part of the magical mantra.
"I'm sweet as my candy coating... I'm sweet as my candy coating..."
The great glow of the pumpkin flared more. The horse's body grew hot with an immeasurable heat, a kind of desire he never knew. In the scraps of Collin's mind, he detected this yearning lust... like it's always been there, so intense. As if he walked through life with it and finally found the chance to cure it here, in this moment. "I'm your sweet candy!" He humped the air with his renewed and strong shaft, messy with its juicy remains from before. It throbbed once. The glow filled him, turning his insides to the tastiest sugar. His cock throbbed, again. He felt it exploded, but, in reality, it erupted with a nonstop shot of cum. It hit him first in the face, landing in his open muzzle and tasting like pure sex and sugar, drooled down on to his chest where his arms mindlessly smeared it in. Strands fell, slinging pieces upon his calves and hooves where they would rub against each other. His crotch received the last amounts sliding and spreading over in a warm, sticky mass. The warmth of it pouring over his testicles caused a delighted shiver. The horse, basically and most erotically, splattered his whole body with seed; his limbs ceaselessly covered this thick fluid across every silky slick part of his candy-coated body.
"Candy-Oh!" The cat stopped chanting. "Fuck! Rarr!" The black cat arched atop the pumpkin and aimed the aching shaft over his candy boy. He added his own healthy helping of sweet candy drizzle. The feline nectar splashed against the horse's stomach, mixing in with the candy boy's seed. The pumpkin's glow resided... and the horse's body began glowing... more accurately, the cum on him started to shine.
"Oooh! Oh! My! FUCKING GOD!" Collin screamed as the shine blinded both him and the cat. From afar, the field lit up with the most brilliant light. The beams hid like a white star beyond the horizon, behind the pumpkin field's hilly area. Just as quick as it was brilliant... it filtered into the dark, spatial night above. The night returned to its natural and tranquil state. The air took back the silent quality from these two horny animals. Except, now, only one remained.
The black feline was lying on his back, atop the plump pumpkin as its abnormal size provided much for his comfort. The lithe male expelled a content and loving sigh. He took the time to watch the stars above, adoring the internal, personal, and hidden mentality he admired for their magical quality. On the inside, he related to them by being the most allusive objects of every start-gazer's love. They stole the hearts of these earth-bound beings with nothing but their mystical beauty. And he knew the same feeling.
He sat up and pulled his hat from the side, dawning it upon his head and twisting his triangular ears through the holes. Adjusting a little more, he hopped down and surveyed the area.
"Now, where did you... Ah-ha!" He bent down and picked out a familiar-looking figure, slightly taller than his paw's grip but small enough to hold. With a curious smile, he licked at the little horse statue. "Oooh, butterscotch. I should have known." He reached into the side of his small, designer quality vest and pulled out a small, black folded up paper. With a quick whip of his wrist, the folding collapsed and fell into place as a cardboard black box with clear display front. He stood the horse inside and closed the folding lid. The cat held up the box, facing the display to his judgmental stare. "Hmm... yep." He smiled.
The black cat climbed up on the large pumpkin, grabbed the thick stem, and lifted a cut-out that acted as a hatch. Once opened, a curious crimson feline popped his head out. His expression and emotion resembled the black cat.
"Hey! I heard something out-" he voice quit when he discovered the black box tucked under an ebony furred arm. A devious and knowing expression overcame the new feline. "Oooh... That's what that was!"
"Shh, you! Get back inside. Or you're not getting your Halloween Treat." The black feline took the box in both paws and flashed it at his partner. "It's butterscotch~" he said with musical temptation and danced the rectangular box.
To this, the crimson furred feline jumped, excited, and shot back down inside the pumpkin home. His feline lover stepped through the opening and slid down. The pumpkin lid dropped into perfect, seamless place. Only the loud, excited voices of the two could be heard if a soul ever put their ear to the hard, thick rind of that over-sized pumpkin. After a few minutes, you could hear heated moaning... and a subtle sound that might be interpreted as neighing...
The End.