Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains the following: FEMALE CUB and ADULT on MALE CUB RAPE, CASTRATION, and SNUFF.  If any of this offends you, READ NO FURTHER.  The author does not take responsibility for any offense or nightmares the following story gives you, because I WARNED YOUR ASS THAT THIS STORY IS VIOLENT AND GORY.  For those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy?  You creepy, creepy perverts...

Halloween night: a night of tricks and treats, of sugar galore and the occasional prank.  It was a particularly warm night for October in New England, and little Todd sweated a bit under his pilgrim costume, but he didn't care - the little kit was trick-or-treating alone for the first time!  And Salem, Mass was such a perfect town for it, too!

Todd was eleven, but looking at him, it would be hard to believe he was older than seven or eight.  His pilgrim costume fit snugly, but was thick enough to conceal the almost feminine curves of his young body.  His mother had insisted on layering his clothing, fearing the cold of October.  He hadn't complained; he was too excited by the prospect of trick-or-treating alone to argue with his mother on any point!

Todd grinned as he looked into his bag.  He had quite a haul this year!  A glance at the cartoon character watch his mother ordered him to wear showed he still had a few minutes before he was supposed to be home.  "One more house couldn't hurt," he muttered to himself, and glanced up and down the street for a house he hadn't visited yet.

There was only one house on the street that Todd hadn't visited.  It was up on a hill, down a fairly long driveway.  Todd looked up at it, considering.  "It shouldn't take me too long to get there," he mused.  "And there are lights on, so they must be giving out candy!"  It didn't bother the little pup that none of the other trick-or-treaters had gone up there.  More for me! his young mind told him.  So, he merrily skipped up the long dirt path to the old house.

Unknown to Todd, there was a very good reason the other cubs had avoided this particular house.  It was well-known among the long time residents of Salem that this particular house had been owned by one of the witches hanged in the trials in 1692.  Several attempts had been made to either demolish the home or make it into a tourist attraction, but each attempt had been foiled by seemingly supernatural powers.  It had laid abandoned for decades, decaying, but never fading away, an ominous reminder of the town's dark history.

As he approached, it became obvious that it wasn't brightly lit at all.  Indeed, the light that he had seen in the window from a distance seemed dimmer now that he was closer, and it flickered considerably.  He didn't let that stop him, though.  'Probably just for the effect,' he thought.

The stairs creaked as the little fox cub walked up to the door, the falls of his shoes echoing in the still night.  He looked up at the large oak door, adjusted his hat and belt, and knocked three times.

The door creaked open, and an eye looked out at him.  Todd grinned, held forth his bag, and said, "Trick or treat!"

The figure within stared at him a moment.  "My, this is a treat," came a scratchy female voice.  The door opened wider, the figure remaining behind the door, except for part of her face.  "Enter, young one, and we will have quite the treeeeeat for you."

Todd swished his tail happily behind him and stepped inside.  "Thank you, ma'am!" he said as he walked in.  He felt an inexplicable chill down his spine as he passed the threshold, and the woman shut the door behind him.

The little cub looked around the house.  It became immediately apparent why the lights had been flickering.  In the next room, a number of tables sat against the walls with lit candles, and a large table in the center of the room.  He noted that the there were shackles attached to the legs of the table - and suddenly, entering the old home seemed like a really bad idea.

"Let me take that for a moment," the woman said as she took Todd's candy bag from his trembling paw.  "Bridget, Susannah, why don't you help our 'guest' to his treat."
Todd gasped as two more furs appeared from the shadows.  The one on the left was considerably smaller than the one on the right.  He noted that all of them were dressed like witches.  He forced a little giggle.

"I get it... Salem, witches.  N-not very original, but fitting," he said shakily.

The three witches merely laughed, a mirthless, eerie sound, and the two newcomers took Todd's paws and led him over to the table.

The bigger one reached out and started undoing Todd's belt.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, squirming and trying to get away.

"Hold him, Bridget," the old witch hissed.  "Susannah, prepare our 'guest.'"

The larger of the two grabbed Todd from behind, holding him still as the smaller one picked up where she left off, unbuckling Todd's belt and tugging his pants down, taking with them the flannel underwear he was wearing underneath.  Todd shivered as the cold air caressed his now-exposed crotch, unable to do more than whimper as his pants, underwear, socks and shoes were removed.

Todd whimpered louder as the witch unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest.  The larger fur snaked her arms around his chest, and the smaller one removed his shirt and coat, leaving him completely naked.

"Restrain him," the old witch hissed.

At the command, the witch holding Todd picked him up and pressed in against the table.  Todd was too stunned to move as the smaller one shackled his arms and legs to the table, leaving him utterly defenseless.  He felt so utterly small shackled to the table, his young, almost feminine body completely exposed.

:"W-what do you want with me?" Todd sobbed, tears welling in his eyes.

The three witches stood before him, cloaks concealing their faces.  The tallest stood in the middle, flanked by the smaller ones.  She pulled back her hood, revealing her black-furred, feline face.  She couldn't have been more than forty; her face twisted into a wicked grin as she looked over the young fox.

"You have come at a perfect time," the woman hissed.  "We needed a subject for our... ritual."  The two furs on either side of the old woman pulled their hoods back, revealing faces similar to that of the woman.  "Susannah... would you like to be the first to partake of our 'guest?'"

The youngest grinned.  Her face may have been pretty, with her clearly defined cheeks and her button nose, were it not for her eyes, eerie gold, pupil less orbs set into her face.  They glowed brightly as she stared at Todd, and in those orbs, the young cub could see horrid things.  "Oh, goodie.  I've never gotten first pickings before."

The older fur nodded.  "He shall be your initiate," she hissed.

"Thank you, mother," Susannah said, and she slowly removed her clothes.

Todd watched in horror as the young fur stripped.  He could do little more than squirm as he watched her climb up onto the table, her lithe form towering over his considerable smaller one.  He looked over her; she looked like she was barely older than Todd - her short, midnight black fur outlined her curves in the flickering candlelight, not yet developed into full womanhood, but starting - her slightly budding breasts, her slightly puffy hips, her engorged, dripping mound.  It made the young cub shudder as he wondered what she had in store for him.

Susannah lowered a paw to Todd's crotch and fondled his young penis.  The fox gasped as the warm paw rubbed his sensitive member.  Almost immediately, he began to stiffen in her paw.

The cat purred as the fox kit's member stiffened in her paw.  "This will be good," she muttered as his little bit reached its full length.

Todd watched in shock as the cat scooted up so her crotch was over his.  He squealed as she brought her crotch down and skillfully took his short length inside her silky folds.

"Oh, and such lovely sounds," she said.  The three of them cackled for a moment.  The sound echoed in the young cub's ears as tears freely flowed down his face.  He shut his eyes tight and tried to imagine being somewhere else, anywhere but here.  He felt the cat's paws gripping his chest as she started to grind her crotch against his.

Todd didn't want to be here.  He didn't want to have his penis in this strange girl.  He ESPECIALLY didn't want to enjoy the feeling of his young member engulfed by the cat's warm, wet insides... but his body betrayed him.  Between whimpers and sobs, little moans of pleasure escaped the young cub as the kitten rode his length, sending waves of heat and - he hated to admit this, even to himself - pleasure through his small frame.

"He's so small," he heard her say.  "Hard to keep him inside."

A third voice, which Todd could only assume belonged to Bridget, spoke.  "He's shut his eyes."

A moment later, Todd's eyes were forced open.  He found himself staring up at Bridget.  She forced his head forward so he could watch as Susannah rode him.

"Watch, little one," Bridget hissed in his ear.  "Watch as my sister takes your virginity."

Tears flowed faster as Todd was forced to watch.  He saw the girl's face twisted in pleasure as she rode him, watched her body shudder as she ground her crotch against his.  Without warning, the kitten mrowled loudly, and Todd moaned out as he felt her insides contracting around his penis, squeezing it tight, sending electric shocks of pleasure through his young body.  His body shuddered on the table, his limbs pulling against the shackles as he convulsed from the intensity of his first orgasm.

Todd went limp as his orgasm faded, his tongue lolling out of his open muzzle, his eyes glazed and unfocused.  The witch behind him released his eyes, and Todd shut them tight.  He barely noticed when the cat left his crotch - that is, until he felt her sandpaper tongue against his penis.

"Ooooowowowowow!" Todd howled as Susannah's coarse tongue slid over his length repeatedly, lapping her juices from his member.  He cried harder as her sandpaper tongue dragged across his oversensitive member.  It almost felt like her tongue was peeling off his skin as she lapped at his sensitive bit.

Just as quickly as it started, it was over.  Todd risked opening his eyes, and to his horror, he found himself staring into Bridget's crotch.  He gasped as a pair of paws grabbed the back of his head and forced his muzzle into her crotch.  The scent of feline arousal assaulted his nose as it was pressed between her folds.

"Lick," he heard a voice hiss.  Not wanting to anger his captors, Todd hesitantly began to lick her folds.  He shuddered as he tasted her bitter juices against his tongue, but he was too scared to do anything other than obey his captors.

Todd shuddered as the cat rubbed her crotch into his face, practically burying his muzzle between her hot folds.  He struggled to keep his airway clear as the witch rubbed her crotch against his small muzzle.

"Oooooh, yessssss," he heard her moan.  Her juices flowed freely down Todd's muzzle, and he shut his eyes tight.

"No, no, no," the other sister said.  Todd's eyes were forced open again, and he whimpered as he looked up at the cat, seeing her malicious grin just over her nearly-full breasts.  Susannah's head appeared, blocking her sister's face for the moment.  "You must waaaaatch."  And she moved back, affording Todd a full, clear view of his tormentor.

Todd tried to speak, his words muffled by the fact that his muzzle was firmly stuffed inside the larger cat's pussy.

Bridget lifted herself off his muzzle.  "What was that?" she hissed.

"P-p-please stop," Todd sobbed, his voice and body trembling.

Both cats cackled loudly.  It grated on Todd's ears and filled him with a terror unlike any he'd felt before.  He knew with that laugh that his ordeal was far from over...

"W-w-why?" he choked out.

The sisters cackled again, a short and loud burst, before their demeanors hardened.

"Why?" Bridget hissed.  She scooted backwards and pressed her crotch against Todd's chest as she leaned down to glare into his eyes.  He clearly saw her eyes, two golden orbs, identical to her sister's - eyes that might have been beautiful, had they not held so much contempt for the young cub.  She traced along his cheek with a claw.  "Because it's been far too long since we've stolen a cub's innocence," she whispered.  "Stolen his virginity, and empowered ourselves.  No power is greater than that of innocence."

She rubbed her crotch lower, until it was over his.  Todd felt his penis standing at attention, as did Bridget.  She grabbed his small member and traced a claw around his tip.  Behind him, Susannah let out a diabolical giggle.

"His mouth says 'no,' but his body says 'yes!'" Susannah said.

Todd shivered and whimpered.  Betrayed by his own body!  He could only hope that the witches would soon grow tired of him and release him...

The young cub gasped as the older cat squeezed his tender penis.  It was still quite sensitive from his earlier abuse, and he shuddered involuntarily.  "D-d-don't hurt me," he pleaded, tears flowing freely down his face.

"Oh, we won't hurt you... yet," Susannah chimed in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Bridget rubbed her crotch against Todd's, guiding his small member into her passage.  "Yet... we still have much more in store for you," she hissed as she pressed his little member against her inner walls.

The young cub squirmed as, for the second time that night, he found his young penis inside a very HOT passage.  He whimpered loudly as Bridget held his small member inside her, rubbing his bit against her moist insides.  The warmth held no pleasure this time - after being rubbed raw by the other witch's tongue, it was agony to have his penis pressed inside the witch's hot pussy.

"Mrph... mother, he won't stay hard," Bridget growled.

The witch slipped past Todd as though nothing more substantial than the wind.  

"I know just the thing," the mother hissed.  He felt something pressed up against his tailhole, and cried out as suddenly something large was forced inside him.

Todd's young bottom felt like it was full to bursting.  It was unpleasant, but not painful.  And then the vibration started.  He moaned and whimpered as the vibration against his insides sent his body tingling anew, forcing his member back to stiffness.

"Hurry up," he heard the mother say.  "I won't wait all night to get my paws on our treat."

Todd squirmed and writhed as the witch continued to try to ride him.  His vision went white as the searing pain from his young member became unbearable.  For a brief moment, it felt as though he was going to pass into blissful unconsciousness...

A sudden splash of cold water brought Todd crashing back to reality.  Coughing and spluttering, he shook his head, tried to wipe his eyes... and found that his arms were still bound.

"We're not done with you yet," a cold voice said.

Todd tried to look around.  He vaguely registered a dull pain between his legs.  His penis had retreated back into his sheath, and he noted that the vibration had ended in his bottom.

A voice giggled to Todd's left.  "Mommy's going to fuck him," he heard one of the daughters say.  What could that mean?

He blinked as he felt his head moved forward.  Before him, the oldest witch knelt on the table.  She was completely nude, her fur jet black, save for where her nipples, pink and puffy, showed through her chestfur.  Her eyes, gold like her daughters, glowed brightly, and she drooled as she looked over her "treat."  His eyes wandered lower and widened as he caught sight of what was between her legs: a 10 inch long purple strap-on dildo.  What scared him most was not its length or width, but it's shape.  It had many barbs sticking out along its length.

"W-w-what are ya gonna do with that?" he stammered, though in the pit of his heart, he already knew, and his stomach tied in knots at the thought.

The witch merely snarled at Todd and leaned in, pushing his legs apart roughly.  He heard the two girls behind him giggling in anticipation as their mother brought the strap-on down between Todd's legs.

Todd's breathing shallowed as the witch leaned in.  He felt the tip of the dildo pressing against his tailhole and clenched his teeth, preparing for the moment of penetration.

Nothing could have prepared Todd for what happened next.  The witch grabbed his legs and held them wide as she roughly forced the long silicone dildo into his tight, virgin tailhole.  Todd screamed louder than he ever had before as his tiny hole was spread wide by the silicone shaft, the barbs intensifying the pain ten-fold.  For several long seconds it felt as though the witch was ripping him in half.

The witch grunted as she pushed the strap-on in as far as it could go into the little cub.  She muttered something, but Todd was in too much pain to make out the words.

She started pulling back, and for a happy moment, Todd thought it was over.  Then she pushed back in again.  And again.  And again.  Each thrust was agony as the barbs scratched and rubbed against the young boy's tender bowels.  He writhed in pain, beyond screaming as the witch fucked him.  His insides felt like they were being grinded into stew.

The witch thrusted faster and harder into Todd's young body.  He went limp as he resigned to his fate.  He started reflecting on his short life, thinking back to all the things he hadn't done, knowing without knowing that his life was about to end.

His mind dulled.  He registered the pain, the pressure of the dildo pumping into him, but his mind was shutting down.  His vision fogged, and he found he just didn't care anymore.  He was already dead.  The moment he stepped over the threshold, Todd had forfeited his life.

For several minutes that felt like an eternity, the witch pounded the dildo into Todd.  She scratched at his chest, squeezed his balls, anything to get a reaction from her prey.  Todd was beyond caring.  He barely blinked as he felt the claws tearing at his chest, his arms, his face, anywhere the witch could reach as she fucked him.

And then it was over.  Todd didn't even notice when the witch pulled out, leaving his bottom gaping wide.  He was spent, physically, mentally, emotionally, all but dead in every way.  Another splash of cold water brought Todd back into reality for a moment.

"We have done well," the oldest witch said.

"Shall we end it now, mother?" the youngest asked.

The mother nodded and took a large dagger from a nearby table.  Todd stared at the dagger.  He had expected it the whole time, but it was still a shock.  The blade glimmered in the flickering candlelight, and the witches' eyes changed from gold to deep crimson, glowing brightly.

"Hold him," the mother said.

Todd thrashed on the table as the two younger witches grabbed his legs.

"NONONONONONO!!!!!" he cried, sobbing as the witch brought the blade to his crotch and took his sheath and sack into her free paw.

"YES YES YES YES YES!" she spat back at him.

The bite of the blade was like cold fire against Todd's crotch, a coldness that quickly switched to a firey pain as his genitals were removed.  He writhed and screamed as his crotch bled freely.

The witches cackled and stood over him as the mother handed one of his testicles to each of her daughters and wagged his severed penis before him.  He blinked the blood dripping from his member from his eyes and watched in horror as the witches devoured his malehood before him.

"Now, for the final part," the witch said, and the blade sunk into Todd's chest...

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Todd awoke with a start.  His body was covered in sweat, and he was breathing heavily.  He quickly checked over his body.  Eyes, chest, paws, arms, legs, tail, penis.  Everything was there.  He looked around and blinked as the light stung his eyes.

His mother walked in.  "Finally awake, are you?" she said.  "I told you not to eat all of that candy," she scolded.  "You probably had nightmares."

Todd rubbed his eyes and looked around his room.  Sure enough, scattered around his bed were the wrappers from all of the candy he had gotten trick-or-treating.  He sighed and flopped back on his bed.  "Yeah... guess so," he muttered.

His mother sighed and left, shutting the bedroom door behind her.  Todd took one last glance around his room and crawled out of bed.  He rubbed his eyes again and wandered down to breakfast.  

Neither he nor his mother noticed the note stuck to the back of Todd's door with a bloody dagger.  It was written in a flowing script in a deep red ink that looked almost like blood, and read, "Thanks for the treat.  Hope to see you again next year."