A halloween party to remember
Looking himself over in the mirror, the gray-furred bat smiled and nodded in approval. He gave his cheap, black, plastic-ey cape a twirl, holding part of it in front of his face. "Blah, I'm heere to dlink your blood." he said in a very fake and thick accent. "Well, that should just about do it. And I don't even need their fake teeth." The figure in front of the mirror commented, running his tongue over his pointed incisors, inspecting them in his reflection. He checks the watch on his wrist, "I've got plenty of time to get to the party."
Half an hour later, the bat is pulling next to the curb of a two story house in a higher middle income area of town. A far cry from his college dorm. He knew he was in the right place, there were at least three dozen other cars on the same street. He then noticed that the house he parked by did not have any lights on. He realized that a four houses down had a bright glow to the yard, even though the house itself was hidden by a large hedge. He started walking towards the glowing yard, the sound of dance music growing louder with each step.
He finally reaches the house, or rather, the gate to the house, and is struck immobile by the sight. The bright lights had been coming from several floodlights placed around an acre of yard, each with a different jack-o-lantern-shaped cover. Several headstones littered the property, along with what must be miles of cobwebs and a multitude of miniature, orange-tinted lights circling the two large oaks that would give shadow over the entire grassy expanse during a summer day. Filling the yard were the guests that had already arrived, and were choosing to stay on the lawn, where the music was deadened by the white-washed walls of the house, a small mansion in and of itself. The curtained windows showing the silhouettes of the furs writhing to the music inside.
"Name?"
The voice startled the bat out of his trance. Looking around, he found the source of the sound, a large bulldog that stood at a large, wrought-iron gate mounted on two marble pillars, blocking the driveway to the property. "Uh, S-Steve, Stephen Roiks." The bulldog looked over a clipboard, satisfied that Steve was invited, he steps aside and lets Steve through the open gate.
Stephen had never been to a place like this. He grew up in a poorer family, not that he was ever in want of anything. His family could get by, but they never had much extra. He always heard of parties like this from his classmates, but he was never invited. He was the class nerd in high school, even though he was on the basketball team. He got straight A's without much effort, so no one wanted him at parties. During college, things weren't much different at first. Then, during his latest English class, a vixen invited him to this Halloween party, leaving him dumbstruck. He had bought the vampire costume to play off of the all-too-common misconception of being a 'vampire' bat. He was excited, he had always fantasized about these parties, about the drunken antics and the general inhibition that always seemed to ensue. At least that's what all the stories he had heard led him to believe.
Steve didn't recognize anyone in the yard, at least anymore than the fact that they went to the same college that he did. He wasn't popular in college, despite being a tutor and TA. He moved through the crowd, almost forced to dance to the music by the grinding bodies, his dark gray fur being ruffled and mussed. He eventually made his way inside the house. The music was almost deafening, especially to his sensitive ears. He looked around, and still did not notice anyone that he knew. At this point, he would have settled for anyone with which he had carried a good conversation. He was losing interest in the party, feeling alone in the crowd, when a shape caught his eye. A tall, black, triangular hat was moving through the crowd, sitting atop a pair of pointed, green ears.
He wasn't sure why, but that hat and those ears intrigued Steve. He found himself moving towards the fur under the hat, getting glimpses of more and more of the decidedly female head. He could tell from the few times he caught a good look that the green coloring covered the fur on her head, with her hair streaming down past her neck like crimson waves. Steve couldn't tell much more than that, but kept on moving towards her. She moved around, always just out of his reach.
After five minutes of following the mysterious female, Stephen followed her to an empty room, in the basement of the mansion. He could finally make out that the vixen indeed had green fur, uniform from head to paw, and her claws were dark as night. His gaze traveled her body, from the hat that first brought her to his attention, to the black satin tank top with a ragged hem that barely contained her sizable chest. Her witch's costume was completed by the black fishnet stockings that led to the piece of fabric just barely concealing the junction of her legs.
She noticed him staring, captivated by her presence. "Steve, so nice to see you here." Shocked that she knew his name, he could only stare blankly. Before he could reply, she asked, "You don't remember me? I guess that figures. You are always absorbed by your schoolwork, and I wasn't always green. It's me, Tracy."
"Ah, Tracy. Yes, you look differently with green fur. Thanks for inviting me. I don't get out much." He closed his mouth shortly after saying that, embarrassed that he said so much. Tracy laughed at his remark, only making the blush on Steve's face burn brighter.
Steve was about to turn away when Tracy grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. It's no secret that you don't have many friends. Truth is, you are kinda popular at school. Furs know you from classes, and notice you don't hang around on campus or with anyone. I want to get to know you better."
"I guess I shouldn't be so embarrassed." Steve replied, "I did choose to be alone, preferring to limit any social contact to study groups. Maybe I should loosen up a bit and get to know some furs."
"That's the spirit!" Tracy says, grabbing Steve in a close hug, brushing her lips on Steve's cheek. Try as he could, he couldn't stop her hips from feeling his rod growing stiff. "My, you must be really happy to see me!" Tracy giggles, holding Steve close in the embrace.
"W-well, you are very beautiful, and your costume doesn't hide much."
"I know, I wanted you to be aroused. How else am I supposed to get you to fuck me?" Tracy moves her hips as she talks, rubbing their crotches together.
"What?"
"I find it is much easier to get to know someone once you have fucked them, and I think you could use a good lay." Tracy says, reaching for the clasp of Steve's cape, letting it fall off of his shoulders.
"I-I'm not sure I c-comfortable with this..." Steve trails off as Tracy begins to unbutton his shirt. The two of them walk to the corner of the room, where a bed seemed to appear. Steve didn't notice it before, at least.
With a well timed push, Steve falls backwards onto the bed, the springs squeaking under his weight. Tracy reached behind her, and with a simple snap, her top came undone. The fabric flying off to the head of the bed, her round breasts bare, save for the leaf green fur covering them. Her hands then move to the sides of her hips, gripping her miniskirt. She slowly starts to push it down, and when the top hem reaches the full swell of her hips, her hands fly down, the piece of clothing dropping to the ground, revealing the cleft of her thighs, the fur matted, a heady, spicy scent permeating the air.
"Like what you see?" Tracy cooed, crossing her arms in front of her to frame her bosom. All Steve could muster for a reply is a moan, not even able to move. His head was foggy with the sudden sights and sounds. Rational thought, even primal thought escaped him. Tracy chuckled at his reaction, reaching for the waistband of his trousers. With a few movements of her hand she quickly disposed of the last of his garments, his 10 inches pointing straight up.
"Ooh, big boy. I'm glad we're getting to know each other so well." Tracy breathed, climbing on the bed over Steve.
"Me too." Steve moaned, feeling her hands and legs moving over him, their fur intertwining. He felt her lips on his, her tongue pushing at the opening of his mouth. He opened his mouth, letting her in. Feeling her muscle flitting around his mouth, he felt compelled to do the same with her mouth. For several long, breathless moments they battled with tongue and lip; only to have the match be decided a draw as both needed air.
As Steve tried to get oxygen back in his lungs, he felt a warm moisture on his rod. Without warning, Tracy drops down, taking his full length in one fell swoop. The sudden feeling of having the fine, warm, slick tunnel caress his flesh made Steve moan, while the full feeling Tracy felt made her cry out in bliss. Not wanting to waste a single moment of pleasure, Tracy immediately moves her hips away from Steve's, only to bring them down again. She soon set a rhythm that had both gasping and feeling their loins set ablaze with passion and a longing for release.
Somewhere in the back of his sex-addled mind, Steve thought it was a bit strange that he hadn't come yet. He had heard that virgins come right away during sex, but he had stood up for a good while so far. That thought was pushed to the side, though, when the need to release his seed became too much and he came.
At the same instant, Tracy came as well. Their cries of ecstasy rang out as a puddle formed near Steve's anus. Tracy collapsed on Steve, and Steve started to drift off. He has never felt so tired, or so cold. And the world seemed to go gray, all of the color being drained from the world. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Steve started to panic, but for now, he just wanted to sleep.
Just as he was about to fall into the blissful nothingness of slumber, Steve felt a drop of liquid fall on his tongue. It tasted musky and spicy, like cinnamon from an old maple beaker. There was also a hint of salt, and a bit of tartness to it, but that seemed different than the cinnamon flavor, like they were two flavors that were put into an oil, but not mixed. The liquid was also warm, the warmth spreading from his tongue to his whole mouth, and then to the rest of his body. He felt energy return to him, bringing him back to consciousness. The panic had not been silenced, however, and now it commanded attention.
"Holy Crap!" Steve cried, jumping off the bed, throwing Tracy to the floor. "What did you do to me?" He shouted, angrily.
"I saved you." Tracy rebutted from the floor. "Admittedly, I saved you from what I had done, but that does not change the fact that I saved you."
"I was about to die, wasn't I?" Steve asked, shaking from fear. He was backing toward the door.
"Don't go! You deserve the truth. Sit and I will explain." Tracy said, standing up, brushing off her rump.
"You're not going to try anything weird, are you?"
"Nothing to you. I swear on my life."
"Fine." Steve said, sitting on the bed, avoiding the wet spot.
"Yes, you were about to die. Like I said, I saved you. I could have let you die, and things would probably be easier for me, but there was something about you. I couldn't bring myself to let you die.
"I am a witch. I know, it is hard to believe, but it is the truth. What you may not know about witches, though, is that they need life force to survive, similar to vampires. However, unlike vampires, we do not drink blood to gain this life force. We can harvest life force through intercourse. Also unlike vampires, we only need to 'feed' once a year, generally on Samhain. Normally, it ends the life of our partner, so we try to make it as special as possible. We can also spare the life of our partner, but not without a price. You are now a witch as well, or rather a wizard."
"I am a wizard? How"
"Well, we take the life force through the ejaculate of whomever we have feed upon, and as such, through the ingestion of our own ejaculate, our 'prey' can survive, as one of us. It is similar to vampires, again."
"So that liquid.."
"Was my juice."
"So, I am a wizard, and I can use magic? Am I also immortal?"
"Again, similar to vampires, yes. You are immortal, as long as you feed once a year upon a mortal. As for magic, you can use it, although to what extent, I don't know. You will most likely have some of my talents, as I was the one to convert you, but each of us has unique abilities and aptitudes. We shall have to test you to see what you can do."
"I guess this means I can't go back to my old life."
"No, to the mortal world, Stephen Roiks died tonight. Do not worry, I will make sure you have shelter, food, everything you could want."
"Here?"
"Why not? This is my house, and there is enough room."
"Well, I guess. It will be hard to live with such a fine looking vixen without yiffing her all the time, though."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to kill you or die just to yiff you again, no offense."
"Oh, you can have sex as much as you want. You do not have to feed when you yiff someone. In fact, you have to try to feed. We can have as much fun as we want together."
"Well, lets get started!"