The Halloween Collection by Indie Eclective

our den!
If they find out where we live, we’ll all be roadkill,” he ended on
a shrill whine.
    Alpha’s palpable fear jumped off his fur in
erratic currents, startling Ralphie all the way down to the marrow
in his bones. He hated Halloween. He didn’t know which was worse,
the monsters or the mortals. Every year without fail, some little
shithead mortal kid played a Trick-or-Treat prank on him. He
couldn’t help it that he didn’t have the money for candy. He
couldn’t even afford to buy sofa cushions, so he was forced to do
all his humping at Alpha’s house. Even if he did have the money for
candy, he’d be damned if was going to give it all away to stupid
mortal brats.
    “And for our last order of business,” Alpha
groaned. “It seems a member of our pack has developed a taste for
pillow fantasies.”
    Once again, all eyes of the pack settled on
Ralphie.
    Ralphie bristled. “Why’s everyone staring at
me?”
    “Ralphie,” Alpha sighed while shaking his
head. “This has become too serious to ignore.”
    Ralphie puffed out his chest. “Those wenches
needed to be taught a lesson!”
    “I’m sorry, Ralphie,” Alpha shrugged. “We
met without you earlier today and made a decision.”
    “W-what?” Meeting without him? Ralphie was
crushed. He’d never been left out of the pack meetings before. His
gaze shot to Buster, who was smiling triumphantly beneath Alpha’s
chair. Ralphie repressed the urge to attack the traitorous mutt.
Buster was behind all this. He knew it.
    “You need to get laid,” Alpha said.
    “I was about to,” Ralphie growled, “before
you interrupted us.”
    “By a real girl.” Alpha grumbled, “not a sofa
cushion.”
    Ralphie’s jaw dropped. “A real girl? Girls
don’t like werewolves, Alpha. Only vampires get laid. You know
that.”
    But Ralphie could tell by the hardened set
of Alpha’s jaw and the rigid determination in his pale eyes, he and
the pack were already set on a course of action.
    “We’re giving you twenty-four hours to find
a girl,” Alpha said in a stentorian tone. “If you don’t get laid by
tomorrow night, you’re paying a visit to Dr. Baker.”
    “Ralphie’s getting snipped!” Buster
snickered.
    Ralphie shot to all fours. Flattening his
ears against the back of his skull, he growled. “You can’t do
that!”
    “Sorry, Ralphie,” Alpha winced. “My mom went
to fluff the pillows yesterday and she was freaking out! I was
freaking, too. Come on, dog, your spluge was all over my mom’s
hand.”
    Ralphie swallowed a knot which had formed in
his throat. He didn’t know how he could cope without his beloved
nut sack. “I’ll get my own pillows.”
    “Ralphie,” Patches interjected, “you’ve got
a problem.”
    “Yeah, dog,” Buster laughed, “you’re one
sick pup.”
    “Come on, guys,” Ralphie pleaded. “I’ll
change.”
    Alpha jumped down from his throne and slowly
circled Ralphie while issuing a challenging growl. “I’ve already
made the appointment with Dr. Baker. The only way I’m canceling it
is if you fuck a real girl.”
    “Yeah,” Buster sneered, “and bring her here
so we know you ain’t lying.”
    Ralphie hung his head in shame. Turning, he
fled through the doggie door that led to Alpha’s backyard. He
whimpered, needing to be alone, not only so he could drag his ass
across the brittle lawn in hopes of wiping the crusted turd nuggets
off his matted indigo fur, but so he could absorb the sting of his
Alpha’s words.
    He loved his balls. He loved licking them.
He couldn’t imagine a life without them. And worse, he couldn’t
live a shell of his previous existence, devoid of humping his
beloved sofa cushions. Ralphie was in trouble deep.
    Releasing a slow exhale, he thought up a
plan. All he needed to do was prove he got laid and then they’d
leave his balls alone. Maybe, after a few weeks, they’d forget
their grudge and he could resume making sweet love to his beautiful
stuffed, velvety concubines.
    In the