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Date: 31/10/13 - 7:00pm

"Okay...you're okay." I kept telling the mirror behind the manor's bar. "...and underdressed." That much I got right. Harrington was never a big fan of dressing me up for occasions, and so he settled on a black waistcoat; just a waistcoat.

I'd have to rely on my snow-white pelt to keep me warm for this evening; but that was the problem. This Halloween Harrington decided to put me behind the bar, making drinks for the guests, which was kept shockingly cold and at times I thought I'd be warmer sitting outside. I could see the method to his madness, though; I often excelled at bar-work, a complimentary drink was already given to each guest that entered so I wouldn't end up swamped with drink orders. It was the first time I'd attended one of Mr Harrington's 'functions', but not the first time I had to make different cocktails for a potential thirty people.

The manor's bar was just a small room nestled just on the left side of the entry hall and looked a lot like the kind of bars you'd find in pubs, except for the fact that it could only seat up to three people. I guessed Harrington meant for it to be a "take away" bar as opposed to the "sit down and drink" kind, but it was and is always going to be a pain collecting an unknown amount of glasses from around the building. Fortunately the front of the bar was covering my lower-half, so nobody could yet see my bright pink shaft starting to peek out from its sheath. The whole situation was embarrassing, but I knew I'd settle into the spirit of the evening eventually.

Okay then...let's play a game to pass the time. I thought to myself, placing both hands on the front of the bar and observing the two-dozen costumed guests in the entrance hall. Hmm...A lot of superhero cosplayers...I thought people were supposed to dress like something scary for Halloween...though I can hardly talk being half naked.

"Hello, everyone; glad to see you've all made a start on my booze." I heard a familiar voice laugh gently. I looked up to see Mr Harrington at the top of the stairs overlooking the entrance hall, dressed in a suit, half white and half black; the left side of his fur was dyed white to blend in with his clothes.

"I'd like to welcome you all to my unofficial tenth Halloween party." Harrington slowly made his descent down the stairs. His left arm was wrapped around a slender but well-endowed female Dalmatian with a red dress wrapped around her form; to his right was an identical male Dalmatian in a blue suit...my master always did have a thing for twins. "I'm no good at speeches, so I'm just gonna give you two words of advice; watch out for the knights when exploring my manor; they can be a bit frisky. And try not to break my barman; remember you're paying out your trousers, not your wallet."

I gave my tail a brief swish and licked my lips so it was just barely noticeable to the guests looking in my direction. I didn't do it because I wanted to; being on display was the only part of the job I hated. I only did it to please my employer; it was important that everything runs as smoothly as possible...if you can even call Mr Harrington's functions 'smooth'. They started with a light session of drinking and ended in an orgy; I was amazed the old cat can get away with the things he does.

"That said, enjoy the party." Harrington finished his 'speech' and made his way down one of the few corridors in the entry hall - probably off for a three-way with the two dogs he came in with.

And now he was leaving me here, at the bar, to 'entertain' the guests; not that they were too interested at the moment. Two couples decided to follow the same corridor my master went down; it was going to be a trap, though. Harrington always said he had two 'knights' ready to pounce on anyone stupid enough to follow him straight away. Almost everyone else took different corridors, leaving only seven guests left; it looked like four of them were trying to work out a nice bit of group action, but what really caught my attention was the group of three. A fox dressed as a classic styled werewolf, a bear dressed (or rather, almost naked) as the Frankenstein monster, then a dog (or a cat. The costume revealed very little) dressed up as what must've been The Scarecrow from Batman...the animated series, of course.

"Go on, you silly bear." The Fox pushed her protesting friend away gently; not that she would be able to move such a large figure if she tried. "Me and Pepper are going to get a couple of drinks; we'll catch you up later."

I noticed the bear blow a raspberry at her friend before storming off down the same corridor my master took, though I doubt two knights would be enough to subdue a woman of her size. She only held my attention for so long before the fox and her friend stepped up to the bar, already finished with the complimentary champagne that was distributed only ten minutes ago and expecting another round of drinks.

"So you're the new barman, then?" The Fox looked me up and down; sighing with what must've been disappointment. "The last barman was taller...and bulkier. Do you at least know how to make a Caribbean Caper?"

Fifty millilitres of Rum, same amount of Coconut Milk and Soda Water...you bitch. I thought to myself bitterly, keeping a cool poker face on the outside. "Yes, of course. Will that be one each, miss?"

"Yes. Yes it will; my friend needs to loosen up this evening." The fox threw her friend a quick glare before he could say anything. "And while you make the drinks, let me sort out the matter of 'payment'."

While I was listening I made sure to study her 'costume'. It dawned on me that she was hardly wearing a costume at all, much like her ursine friend who ran off. The only thing she was wearing (as far as I could see) was a furry bra, some panties and a pair of clawed gloves and shoes; all made from fake, ash-grey fur which blended in with the rest of her body. It occurred to me that she must've spent hours dying her fur to make it all blend in so well...and that she must've been pretty damn cold on the ride over to the party.

Overall I tried paying as little attention to the fox as possible; that was a mistake. While I was getting two glasses, the measuring cylinders and the ingredients ready, she seemed to drift around and behind the bar, not caring that I was in the middle of preparing her drinks. I stopped dead in my tracks once I noticed her standing right next to me, bracing herself against the bar with her left hand and using her right to paw around at my lower body, teasing my member out of its fuzzy sheath. Meanwhile her friend was trying to look anywhere but at what was going on behind the bar; anyone could tell he was blushing behind that mask of his.

"Hmm, at least Harrington's sticking to the old 'bottomless bar' policy." The fox said with a satisfied grin, finally getting my shaft to its full, erect length before leaning forwards to whisper in my ear. "I'm going to suck you dry while you make those drinks, and when you're done I want you to watch and say my name when you cum...it's Maria, by the way."

The fox...Maria...seemed to snake down and out of my view in less than a second, leaving me to carry on with my work; but as soon as I reached for the jug of ice to my left, I felt her lips pressed against my pink length, kissing it like one would kiss another's lips. It took all of my willpower to stop my hands from shaking and keep them under control while the teased, kissed and flicked my cock around with her tongue. At first I thought this was as far as she'd go while I was making her cocktails, but as soon as I emptied some ice into either glass and reached for the rum, Maria decided to take things up a notch.

"Now then, let's see how cool-headed you'll stay when I do this." She reached around my waist with both hands and gripped my backside, pulling my lower body forwards and taking the first half of my length into her maw.

The only thing that shocked me was how rough the was handling my rear, occasionally digging her nails in and dragging them around; that, or she would simply knead and maul my cheeks as rough as she could. She only started paying attention to my pink cock once I had measured up the rum and emptied some into either glass. I had to set everything down again and grip the bar with both hands to keep myself from thrashing around; the fox was suckling, slurping and occasionally nipping across my entire length, making sure I could hear her the whole time.

Damn, she's rough. I cursed mentally. Every time I thought I was in control again, that damned fox would throw me off again. I just barely managed to measure out everything else and mix it into each glass, and to my surprise Maria had finally let go of my lower body.

"Done already? I'm impressed." She looked up at me with predatory eyes, keeping both pupils fixed on mine as she got up and wrapped her arms around my waist again. "I guess you get a small treat for doing such a good job, then."

Maria hooked her legs around my own and started leaning back slowly, dragging me with her until I had to place both hands on the front of the bar for support. I expected her to pull aside those fake-fur panties of hers and use me for her own pleasure like a toy; instead she simply started grinding against me, gently pressing my leaking cock between her ash-grey underwear and my snow-white fur. It would've looked pretty strange from anybody else's perspective, and it felt even stranger. And if that wasn't enough to make me feel uncomfortable, she decided to take things yet another step further and pull my head down to her breasts, making me look up at her while she grinded against me and stoked my muzzle.

"Mmm, this is nice, isn't it?" Maria cooed as she slowly and roughly dragged her lower body up my own, forcing more precum out of my shaft and adding to the stains on her furry panties. "Don't worry about my outfit, sweetie; I'd be disappointed if I left this party without at least a few marks on me. Now let's finish up before my drinks go warm and my friend dies of boredom."

This part I expected; the dyed fox put both hands on my shoulders and picked up the pace, thrusting almost wildly and mashing my pink cock against her. I spent the first few seconds of her thrusting trying to hold on and make things worthwhile; it took a moment for me to realise there was very little pleasure in it for her, so I might as well just get right to the finale. Besides, I was pretty sure I should be the one getting the pleasure anyway as payment for the drinks I just made; I just couldn't shake the feeling that I was being used by this strange fox.

"M-Maria!" I croaked, barely finding the ability to talk while the fox was going crazy with the lower half of my body. She removed her right hand and lifted my chin up gently, wanting me to look into her eyes as I came. "Maria! I'm c-cumming!"

I couldn't hold it in anymore if I tried; my entire body relaxed and pleasure ran through my whole body as I started shooting my load over the dominant fox with a few strands landing on my body as well. I was still being forced to look into her eyes, but I was pretty sure I was reaching up to the lower half of her torso with my cum. My hips kept twitching and humping against her, even after I had stopped shooting onto the fox; I couldn't even thing or see straight for a whole minute, but I did manage to make out a very satisfied sigh and a light smile from the fox, looking down at me the whole time.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" She smiled devilishly, pulling herself up and dipping one finger down to her panties to wipe up a strand of my cum so she could have a taste. "Not bad at all. I might just come back for another round...maybe something to drink, too."

I was still pretty dazed, but also shocked by how quickly she managed to recover and snake back around the bar; this must've been like foreplay for someone like her. I twisted my head around to at least try and see her off, but by the time I'd worked up the effort to do so, she'd taken both drinks and dragged her friend away as well. My eyes could just barely make out Maria's friend looking back at me, probably in the same state of shock and surprise I was in. Not that I didn't enjoy the experience; I just didn't expect it to take so much out of me so suddenly...and that I still had a lot more drinks to make and 'payments' to accept. It puzzled me how the last barman Harrington employed managed to survive the evening and go right back to work the next morning.

"Uh...excuse me?" A feminine voice chimed innocently, interrupting my train of thought. It took me a moment to look at the clock hanging over the bar and realise I was probably still leaning in the exact position Maria had left me in; for three whole minutes.

"Oh, uh...sorry, miss." I apologised with a dry mouth, groaning as I picked myself up and unstiffened my whole body so I could move properly and turn around to greet my next 'customer'. "So, um...what can I get you this evening?"

"Oh, surprise me and I'll do the same for you." The woman's tone had a much less innocent vibe as I turned around, hoping someone less wild would be in front of me. Of course that would never have happened.

In front of me, behind the bar, was a huge figure of a bear - the same bear that Maria had forced away when the party first started. Upon closer inspection, her costume was quite well done; not at revealing as Maria's, except maybe around the breast section. Most of her costume consisted of ragged clothing, revealing purposefully twisted and matter fur underneath for effect and covering just enough of her to get away without breaking any laws concerning nudity. Her hair was let down and dyed black with some white streaks here and there. None of the outfit quite gave off the look of the Frankenstein monster, or even his Bride; but as soon as anybody looked at the outfit, that would be the most accurate guess anybody could make.

"So are you done looking through my 'wallet'?" The bear gave a predatory grin, intentionally leaning over the bar just enough so I could get a closer look at her breasts, just barely hidden away now. "Or are you just making sure this is the right kind of 'currency' for you?"

Her attention was now fixed on my lower body, noticing my pink shaft pumping back up with blood at the sight of her.

Oh god...five more hours of this. I whined in my head, hoping that the bear would at least do things gently unlike her foxy friend. I'm going to be sore in the morning.