Costume Party
#10 of Thirty days; Thirty stories
Today was the big night. After who knows how many months, the invite had arrived. Paul got his suit on and took a look at his mask. From this point on, until the end of the night, he'd stop being himself and would now be Draco. Draco put on his mask and left for the club. Hopefully, this night he'd find something worth his attention.
It had been a while since the last "ball", so he was more than a little pent up from waiting all this time. Paul-- no, Draco approached the club and went to meet the bouncer. The shark at the door lowered his sunglasses and eyed the dragon standing in front of him.
-"Come in."
The shark opened the door. Unlike some of the other guests, the dragon didn't need to show his invitation. All the regulars knew about him, which was why he tended to go more for the fresh meat. Something new and exciting to satisfy his hunger.
Draco got inside and went to the bar counter. He turned his back to the party to order a shot of vodka when he heard a high-pitched voice behind him.
-"Excuse me..."
The first one to bite the hook. The dragon turned back to greet his new plaything, but the smile disappeared from his face once he got a good look at him. Not another mouse. The rodent was crawling on the floor and acted shy around the dragon, occasionally presented himself to him, until Draco got enough of him and sent him off with a gentle, if hard, kick in the ass.
The mouse took a last look at the dragon before he left, rubbing his butt as he did so. What a way to ruin the perfect night. Now in a sour mood, Draco grabbed his drink and looked at the party. Maybe that'd help him get back on his spirits.
Everything was exactly like he remembered. As always, each clicked tended to stick to itself and enjoy the night. Nothing more than stereotypes. Ironic, given how the purpose of these parties was to be whatever you wanted to be, yet most seemed content to act like their costumes.
The bears were suited up in leather and tried to impress the foxes. Not that it took much effort since they flocked to them like flies to honey. Draco had always found it funny how both predators and their prey competed for the other's attention.
The skunks were, well, being skunks. They stayed in a corner of the room and did their things. He never understood what people liked about them, but whatever. As long as they kept to themselves and their fans,
The wolves were at the other side of the room acting all gruff and dominant. Just a lightweight version of the bears, in more ways than one, but whatever rocked their boats. The mouse was also there, pinned under a random wolf's foot, and he moved like he was in heat. Even when they weren't nearby, mice always seemed to find a way to ruin the mood.
Draco ordered another drink. The last one for the night. There didn't seem to be anything that could catch his attention and, besides, he was already regretting coming this time. He'd just go for a quick fuck from one of his previous mates before going back home. The dragon left the counter and prepared to go for one of the foxes when he saw that one had already come for him.
The vixen, or so he supposed by its pink fur and feminine clothing, was probably the ugliest he had ever seen. She (it?) was bulky, tall, and had a big pair of horns on her head. Her costume seemed cheaply made, and it ripped from the sides as she moved. Still, it was better than nothing.
-"Hi, I'm--"
The dragon put a finger on the fox's mouth. He already knew what she wanted, and she'd better keep quiet if she wanted to get it. There was no need to break the illusion just yet. Draco took her by the hand and left by the back door. Even as a dragon, he liked his privacy in this sort of things.
He leaned on a wall of the alley and put his hands on the vixen's shoulders. They were above his, but he'd make sure to fix that in an instant. He pushed her down until she was on her knees and opened his fly.
The horny vixen gobbled his cock and started to bob up and down along the shaft. Draco had been expecting something more from her, but decided to forgive her once he saw the look of hunger on her eyes. What else could she do?
The dragon pushed her head, every time a little more, until she finally got his full length on her mouth. After a few more helpings, the pink fox started to do it on her own, but they both knew where this was going. A few slurps later, the vixen took the dragon's cock out of her mouth and presented her ass, which the dragon gladly took.
For being such a slutty fox, she was tight. Draco got inside her and used a hand to strongly grab her muzzle and shut her before he started to thrust, but it wasn't enough.
The dragon tried to concentrate. He wouldn't be bothered by the fox's deep grunts, big size, or preference for anal. Neither for how big its thigh looked when he tried to rub it. Much less by how its tail was resting on his chest and tried to push him away.
No, nothing of that would get in his way. Nothing was going to spoil his moment.
H-He was a dragon and right now he was having sex. With a vixen. Yes, there was no doubt about that. He could smell the scent of her musk. Her tail was moving from side to side on his chest and her fur slightly tickled when it touched his scales.
She was touching herself as he plowed her from behind. From time to time, when he slowed down to take a breath; she started to ram his cock. Such a dirty girl. And even if he couldn't see it, he could tell that she was already squirting. He could feel it running down his legs and making a puddle below them.
Why deny him to do the same? After all, she was here to please him and not the other way around; and he was nearly done. The dragon took a last thrust and came inside her, both sitting down a moment to rest. He patted her on the head for a job well done and saw how his juices mixed with hers in the alleyway.
He stayed together for a while, but then a bull came from the club's door. He had gotten out to smoke, but smiled at the vixen. She looked at the dragon for approval and he let her go quench her thirst. She was too much for him, and he needed to return to his apartment.
Back home, Paul took off his suit's head and let in on the night table next to his bed. He smelled the suit. It still would last another party before he had to send it to get cleaned. The mouse got on his bed and looked at the empty dragon head staring at him.
Paul bid Draco good night and got to sleep. As much as he hated to admit, he sometimes was jealous of the dragon's life, but that was an issue for another night.