Holstaur Halloween Party (WIP)

	Carmen was your average Holstaur working as an accountant for a nearby law firm. It was tough being away from the dairy farm at first, but the more she worked, the more comfortable she became with her new role in life.

	Currently, she was glaring at the mirror, with a finger pointed indignantly at the reflection.

	"Tonight is your night! This is what you've always wished for! You're gonna go to that party, and be a smash hit!" She chanted.

	The party in question was a Halloween costume party, one that all of her friends from college were attending, plus a good helping of young, handsome men.

	She didn't take nearly as much time deciding her costume as she did preparing her make-up. She'd always been a fan of tiny, fuzzy animals, so she picked out a bat costume from a party store, and threw out the nose when she realized how badly it would ruin her foundation. The ears were barely visible beneath her thick, silver hair, and you could only see the wings from her backside because she was so top-heavy. At the very least, she looked astonishingly classy in her black modern-gothic-chic dress. It was a relic from her more rebellious days, given new purpose as a Halloween-themed hunk magnet. Finally ready for the best night of her life, she grabbed her purse, charged out of the door, and hailed a cab to Gyoubu Heights.

	When she arrived at the party's address, she was astounded by the size of the homes in the neighborhood. There were rows of American Craftsman Style manor homes, standing side by side, as if glaring down at her and her meager income. She thanked and paid the cab driver before approaching the front of one of the homes. She rang the doorbell, and a portly human woman came to the door, and opened it. She flinched when her eyes locked on to Carmen.

	"I-I presume you are here for the party?" The woman asked nervously.

	"Yep!" Carmen nodded.

	"O-oh, I see. You have my apologies for not knowing earlier. Please, come in." She moved outside the doorway and gestured Carmen to enter.

	As Carmen took her first few steps inside the house, she noticed a small group of girls glaring at her from across a hardwood table.

	"Uh, hi." Carmen waved shyly.

	One of the girls prostrated in front of her. The others quickly followed suit.

	"What are you doing?" Carmen asked.

	"We're showing our respect, Princess!" They exclaimed in unison.

	"Excuse me?"

	"Qu-queen?! Congratulations on the wedding!"

	"You seem to have me mistaken for someone else."

	"Our sincerest apologies!" They sputtered before leaping out of a nearby window.

	While they were certainly an odd bunch, Carmen refused to let it discourage her from joining the festivities. She found her way into the main hall, where other monstergirls in costume were dancing to some loud synthesized music with rather bawdy lyrics. It wasn't long before one of the party-goers took notice of her.

	"Ey, is that...?" She stammered.

	The other guests all turned toward Carmen, glaring at her with the kind of scrutiny you would expect from a criminal court jury, not a high-class rave.

	"She's so cute!"

	"I love how you did up your horns, miss!"

	"Can you show me how you made your breasts so big?"

	"Aaahh~! Just looking at her is making my heart pound!"

	"To think someone like you would dress as a holstaur... I'm humbled."

	Dazed, confused, and filled with a dreadful anxiety, she quietly headed over to a corner of the room with snacks. Even still, she could feel the eyes of the entire room against her back.

	As she was pouring herself a glass of punch, someone tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me, would you like to join me for a more private festivity?"

	"Y-yeah. The crowd is making me nervous." Carmen explained as she turned around. In front of her was a gorgeous brunette with fake fins protruding from her hair, wearing scarlet red elbow-length gloves, thigh-high boots and corset, and an absurdly frilly and pink dress and ribbon.

	"It's strange that you would find a crowd unnerving, but I won't press the issue. Come with me."

	Carmen noticed the brilliantly white fangs protruding from the courteous partygoer's mouth as she spoke. "Why was a vampire escorting me to a private party?" She thought to herself.

	The vampire took her upstairs, to a small bedroom, where a tanuki dressed as a jack-o-lantern, and a wight dressed as a witch were sitting in a circle with five or six young men. The boys all had shackles on their wrists and ankles, wore only boxer-briefs, and were blindfolded.

	"We have a surprise guest." The vampire gestured toward me as I walked into the room.

	"Ahh, what a cute costume!" The Tanuki applauded.

	"A Lilim, Evelynn?" The Wight asked.

	"She was distracting the guests downstairs, so I felt it was necessary to bring her here." The vampire explained. "No offense to you, Lady..."

	"Carmen." Carmen stopped herself from explaining that she was, in fact, an actual holstaur. "And, none taken. What are you doing with these boys?"

	"We're playing 'seven minutes in heaven'." The Tanuki explained. "The restraints are just a formality as a part of my deal with them. The blindfolds were Gladys's idea."

	"I just love how timid they get when they can't see. Just looking at them is starting to make me hungry." The Wight smiled.

	"Umm, Miss Tanuki..." Carmen started.

	"Please, call me Yui."

	"Miss Yui, what kind of deal did you make with these boys?"

	"That's normally private information, but since you're the one asking, I'll happily indulge you. Each of these men have agreed to participate in this game to cut their debts in half. So, we have them to ourselves all night."

	"You said you would clear my debt!" One of the boys exclaimed.

	"Now now," Yui grinned with malice as she held the offender by his chin. "I'll only do that if you do a really, really goid job tonight. If I were you, I'd keep my tongue still until I can put it to good use."

	The other boys froze up in fear, much to Yui's delight. "Now, Evelynn, since you're the lady of the house, you get first pick."

	"Do I really have to pick only two?" Evelynn pondered.

	"Well the rules aren't quite set in stone." Beth replied.

	"In that case, I would like Beth and Yui to teach the loud-mouthed one a lesson."

	The Wight and Tanuki mercilessly dragged the noncompliant boy into the closet.

	"You have seven minutes, beginning now." Evelynn said as she flipped over an hourglass.

	"That's an awfully big hourglass for only seven minutes." Carmen whispered.

	"It's more like fifteen, but they won't know better." Evelynn giggled.

Inside the closet:
	[I was thrown to the ground by my captors.

	"Get hard, or we'll make this painful." One of them demanded. I felt a hand pull my head up by my hair. "You know what? I think he likes it rough." A pair of legs crossed behind my head, and something warm and wet was pressed against my face. It had a faintly sweet smell.

	"Wow, he really is enjoying it! Look at how hard he got!"

	The thighs tightened around my head. "Go on, lick me you little masochist puppy."

	I obediently licked away at her privates. The hand that was once pulling at my hair began to stroke it instead. "Good boy." One of them moaned.

	"I guess we should reward him, huh?" One of them suggested as a soft fabric was wrapped around my cock. "Yui said you were a virgin, so I'm sure you don't know what these are. But, if you cum inside them, I'll make sure you catch a glimpse of me wearing them afterward." She proposed, as the fabric began twisting around and stroking my cock.

	"Beth has taken a liking to you, puppy. Shouldn't you show her some affection?"

	I let out a muffled moan. While it was humiliating, I could help but feel aroused as they forcefully had their way with me. I lost my breath as an ejaculation began to well up inside me.

	"Time's up!" A voice cried out from outside the closet. My two assailants removed themselves from me, and picked me up by the shoulders.

	"A shame that you didn't get to cum, but I'll let you keep my panties as a souvenir." One of them said before planting a kiss on my cheek.]


	Upon hearing Evelynn call out to them, the trio emerged from the closet. The boy had a pair of expensive-looking panties around his erect cock. When everyone sat back down, Evelynn pointed toward Beth. "You get the next pick."

	"Shame I can't pick myself, really." Beth shrugged. "Let's see... I pick Lady Carmen and the fluffy one."

	"R-really?" Carmen stammered.

	"Should I choose another?"

	"No, not at all! Thank you!"

	"There's no need to thank me, it's all a part of the game."

	But Carmen had every reason to thank her. She had always had a thing for fluffy hair as they reminded her of the stuffed animals she used to have as a kid. So, it was a perfect match for her, in her opinion. Carmen walked over to the fluffy-haired boy, and tugged at his arm. "Can you stand?"

	"Yes." The boy muttered as he got to his feet. Carmen quietly and steadily walked him over to the closet, and gently shut the door.

	"Anyone else finding it odd that Carmen doesn't really 'feel' like a demon?" Yui asks.

	"What do you mean?" Beth ponders.

	"She doesn't really ooze that raw power like the other Lilims do. And she seems so pure and good-natured, almost like a school girl." Yui explains.

	"Demons are a strange lot." Evelynn remarks. "You only ever see a demon's true colors in the bedroom."

	Inside the closet:
	[She pulls me in for a hug. Something large, and soft is pressing against my face. It's rather difficult to breathe.

	"So cute..." She mutters as she pulls me closer. She runs her fingers through my hair.

	I can feel myself nodding off in her embrace, when I hear, "Time's up!"]

	Carmen emerges from the closet with the fluffy-haired boy in tow. His face is a bright red, and when he sits down, he starts fidgeting in place. Carmen seems rather calm, although her breathing is somewhat heavier than usual.

	"Oh, my!" Beth giggles. "Seems like he had a good time. But, Carmen looks like she wants more."

	"You can practically taste the demonic aura coming from her now." Evelynn smirked.

	"Is 'Carmen' your real name?" Yui asks.

	Carmen is unresponsive, staring off into space. Her thoughts are clouded with thoughts of the fluffy-haired boy, and how he felt in her embrace. A nostalgic feeling began to tug at her chest, and a lump began to form in her throat.