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Author Notes:
This is a one-off little smut romp I wrote in tandem with my editor who helps me with my serials. So if you notice some deviations from my normal writing style, that's why.
Anyhoo, nothing ground breaking here, just a fun little sex story. I hope you enjoy this little seasonal smut. <3
Oh yeah! This is a full anthro story by the way, not kemonomimi like my other stuff. Just something to keep in mind!
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"Have a good night, thanks for coming in," The cat threw his hand-paw up waving at the mother in tow with her two goblins, literally. It was a couple of kits dressed up for their night of candy pillaging. The little monsters had raided the bowl on the counter for what candy was left, while the soccer mom trotted out into the cold with her triple whipped latte to help get her through the late night of trick or treating.
The feline scowled at the clock. It was half-past nine, still an hour and a half to go, but at least he could lock the doors at ten. He moved to begin cleaning up behind the counter while it was quiet, the shop being fairly empty since it was getting later, and a 'holiday' at that.
"Careful not to cross my path as you clean!" His cheerful mouse co-worker tittered as he moved past her. That must have been the hundredth time this season, if not more.
He rolled his eyes and pasted a smile on his muzzle that could have been cute if it wasn't dripping with disdain. "If I was going to bring you bad luck, you would already have it by now, okay Mitz? So can we give it a rest?"
"Such a grouch, jeez! This season is the best, you don't have to be so grumpy all the time!" She huffed off to make a whipped something or other for someone at the drive-through, and he almost stopped to explain, but she was already gone, so he shrugged. He was sick of explaining the reasons to her anyway.
Being a black cat on Halloween was always a hassle unless you were crazy into the season, like being a reindeer during the yule time of the year he imagined.
The doorbell tinked from the entrance as another customer came in, a small cloud of voices following her as she hesitated in the door to finish her rant, "-do know what day it is, thanks! Crawl back into the swamp you dragged yourself out of! Ugh..."
A hassled looking bat came into the shop, wings half fluffed out in a spread from her irritation. Her face mirrored the obvious annoyance, behind a shock of pink hair and some liberal makeup that would have suited a stage more than the holiday.
She sauntered up to the counter with a scowl, her small curvy body hugged by the tight pink and black outfit. The look seemed to fit the season, but the bat looked beside herself with annoyance.
The feline barista flicked the one black ear that sported a gold hoop in it at the fuss coming from the doorway, shifting his amber eyes to watch the newcomer step in. He gave her a sympathetic look as she moved up to the counter, but he still had his customer service side going, so he wasn't really bothering to size her up or admire the view of her curves in the tight outfit.
"Sounds like you're having one of those nights too," He spoke in a casual conversational tone before looking up at the menu above his head. "What can I get you?"
"Every night of this damn month is one of those nights..." She half growled, struggling in a pocket of her body hugging shorts for a scrap of paper that finally came free, the small bat giving an annoyed huff. The pocket was tight because the shorts were a clingy black faux-leather, shiny like wet paint. Her long but rounded legs moved out of the shorts with two layers of variously shredded fishnet going down them, ending in two tall black heavy-looking boots.
She glared at the paper, looking unsure and then glancing up, eyes pleading as she held it out to him. It looked like a scribbled list in quick scrawls that had specific styles of coffee drinks. "I'm gonna be straight with you cat, I have no idea what this stuff means or says. Tall, whipped, almond milk? How do you milk an almond? Help me, please. I never get this stuff because I never drink it. Is this even coffee? Have pity on me..."
Her pleading eyes meeting his own took him out of the customer service mode right away. He took a moment to look over her features now, his eyes drifting along her smaller form, admiring the curves before moving over to the slip of paper she had outstretched for him.
Without a word he plucked the scrap of paper and glanced it over, four drinks of varying styles, he tried to imagine the ones ordering them as he nodded his head. "Sure, this will take about ten minutes to get together." He turned from the bat to gather some things, then looked back at her, playing the words she spoke in his head, coming to the conclusion that none of the drinks were obviously for her. "So, anything for you? Just a black coffee maybe?"
She looked relieved and huffed out a breath that disturbed her shock of pink bangs, a weight off her shoulders at his words of understanding the coffee lingo on the paper. Looking up at him, a small smile played at her small muzzle from his offer of a black coffee, her eyes a shocking purple that had to be contact lenses as she stared. "No way, thanks, I'm naturally hyper enough when on stage, but the girls..."
She rolled her eyes, the purple glitter sparkling on her cheeks before she focused on him again, another smile playing at her muzzle, this one more sly. "Ahhhhh, I see. A black cat. I take it Halloween is not your general...jam? Just a hunch, but I feel like you get it."
"To put it lightly. It's constant commentary about being a black cat and how I must just loooove the season. Really, I find the whole thing irritating," He spoke out bitterly while frothing some milk. His outfit was the type you would expect to see regardless of the day, just black slacks with a white shirt beneath his orange work apron. He wasn't thrilled with the holiday-themed apron, but rules are rules.
