Alric was fond of Halloween. Between the costumes and the bodies, the parties came packed with all the candy a thirsty fox could hope for, and naturally, he didn't mind adding to the bowl. Alric didn’t tend to leave much to the imagination when selecting his costumes, and this year was no exception. His left arm and shoulder shrouded in a leather spaulder, leather wrappings on his wrists and ankles, and a simple loincloth made up his attire for the evening; a simple homage to Kratos. He might not share the same bulk as the barbarian, but the costume did well to highlight the thin, athletic look of the fox; drawing attention to his toned abdomen.

A friend of a friend, Noah, hosted the best Halloween party every year, and Alric was sure to never miss it. Noah had rented out a great place this year and went all out; an old Victorian-style house on the outskirts of the historic district. It looked great in the late sunset as Alric pulled up, candle lit decorations and string lights adorning the outside of the property, and the dim glow of orange and purple interior lighting showing through the curtained windows.

He approached a lone labrador on the porch, taking a red envelope out of his pocket to show the doorman, before being nodded in. It may not be the biggest party in town, but by making it invite only, they always ensured it was filled with the right crowd of like-minded people. Stepping in to the party, he knew this was going to be a fun evening. Cobwebs and decorations adorned every wall, dim mood lighting in every room, and scantily-clothed costumers everywhere. He stopped for a moment to grab a drink from the table in the hallway, before walking in to the den to mingle, catching quite a few eyes as he entered.

Dusk faded quickly, and, like every year, the air grew thick with humidity and sweat. The party, similar to the evening, started to heat up as the hours passed. Curious paws and sultry affirmations became more common as partygoers mixed, and it wasn't long before the barbarian found his own object of desire.

He was a skunk boy; flirty, and just as handsy as he was handsome. He'd come dressed as Sora from Halloween Town, and the look suited him: tight corset accentuating a slender frame, an offset mask drawing attention to a narrow, charismatic smirk, and completely nude from the waist-down, if not for his form-fitting stockings and leg wrappings.

“Name’s Axel”, he said, marking a show of biting his tongue as he looked the fox over.

“Alric…or perhaps Kratos if you prefer”, the vulpine replied with a wink, earning a light giggle from his new friend.

As the pair chatted, flirtatious pleasantries quickly gave way to lustful desires. The mephitid's lack of bottomwear did nothing to hide the fact of his interest in the fox, and vulpine's loincloth did little to hide his. Axel's unabashed paws quickly found themselves teasing Alric's tent aside, holding the two males’ cocks side by side in his paws. Alric was undeniably enjoying the attention, fingertips caressing the side of the shorter male's face in encouragement as he frotted with the skunk.

Axel’s fingers slid up behind the fox’s knot, tugging gently on his erection.

“Tell ya what, I think I’ve got a place you can bury this thing”, the skunk purred with a playful note, looking up at the taller fox with a grin.

After being led to a couch by his knot, Alric was soon offered by quite the invitation from his flexible friend. The striped male lay neck down and bottom up on the sofa, holding his own legs back over his head. After pausing for a few moments to take in the sight of the posed male, the fox was happy to oblige. Alric stroked his paws along the skunk’s soft sides as he lowered his head to the presented rear, nuzzling along the fluffy fur of his hindquarters, before shifting his attention; lapping and exploring taint with his tongue, earning several pleasured giggles from the monochrome male.

“Alright skunk boy, let’s see how much fox you can take”, the vulpine teased after a spell of rimming, giving the mephitid’s ass a playful spank as he stood back up.

Alric stood up on the couch, towering above the bent-over male. His fingers buried deep in the soft, black fur of his rear as he leaned in to him slightly, the tip of his erection prodding needily against the skunk’s rear. Axel didn’t even try to stifle his pleasured whine as Alric gently eased his way in, working his way deeper and deeper in with each push, feeling fuller and fuller with every inch.

“Good boy, took it all the way to the knot”, the fox praised as he waited for the shorter male to adjust to his girth.

The pair wasted little time celebrating, hips eagerly thrusting as the fox worked his way in and out of the skunk. Slowly, at first, but picking up a faster rhythm over time. Axel had quite the vocabulary of cute gasps and moans as he was dicked down in to the couch, and it would have drawn a crowd of onlookers if they weren't already distracted by their own escapades. It was certainly a sight to behold from the top's point of view, enjoying his partner's looks of pleasure and watching his cock bob with each of his thrusts. The view from below was just as appealing, watching his partner dominate him and thrust deep to his hilt.

The skunk briefly caught the attention of the party with his orgasm as he let out quite a passionate vocalization, which earned him a welcome round of assorted cheers and hoots as a few onlookers watched him paint his own face with rope after rope of cum. All of the extra encouragement made the fox quick to follow, his own enjoyment audible for all as he came inside the twink. The various spectators returned back to their own festivities, and the drained males cuddled loosely on the couch, catching their breath.

Alric invited his new friend to accompany him back to his place for the evening, which Axel eagerly accepted. It wasn't until their walk home that they noticed someone had snapped a picture during their antics, and texted it out to the group chat. They shared a laugh over it, and agreed they were absolutely going to get that printed.