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Keith stood outside the campus rec center, fidgeting with his costume pieces a bit as he waited for his buddies. It was the annual Halloween bash, and the rec center's party put on by the university was supposed to be one of the best. Keith didn't really knew what to expect, but he didn't see how it could be that much different from the smaller parties that might have been around...but, seeing as he didn't have any invites to those, he'd agreed to go with his friends to this one, just to see what the fuss was about.

The three had chosen a theme to follow, and with their mutual interest in Pokémon, it wasn't hard to settle on that. Unfortunately, Keith hadn't had the best luck in getting his together. It was a very slapdash costume, with mismatched colors for the shirt and pants and gloves, a hastily-made crest on a hat, and shoe covers that didn't really cover. It still bore a resemblance to a Charmeleon, but only distantly.

Apparently at least one of the others had done a better job, as he could see something pretty Pokémon-ish coming up the stairs. With a grassy green color and some leafy attachments quite readily visible, he could quickly catch on. "Nice Grovyle, Dylan."

"Thanks." Dylan gave Keith a once-over as he got up the stairs. "I thought only the shiny Charizard was black," he cracked.

"Congrats, you're the first to make that joke. Now I can tell everyone else that they're not."

"Hey, at least I didn't try to make a Dark-type joke. Anyway, whaddaya think? How'd I do?" Dylan had done a pretty decent job with his effort. Green felt covered most of his body over his clothes, doing a decent justice to Grovyle's colors. Green leaves made of cardboard stuck out from his arms and served as his tail, as well as hanging off the back of his head.

Keith pointed to the head leaves. "How'd you manage that?"

"Hair clips glued on. The cashier was looking at me funny, I don't think he believed they were for a costume. Because of course, no one buys costume stuff in October, that would just be silly."

"Ah. That was good thinking...might've worked better than the hat. God, I feel like a tool being here like this."

"Er...well, I mean, it's not THAT bad..."

Keith rolled his eyes. "Don't bother. Look, I got swamped with coursework and didn't give myself enough time to put it all together. So, yeah, not as much effort. I know it doesn't matter that much, people seem to get it anyway, but I see some people here who look like they spent months working on this shit and it's like I don't want to be seen next to them because I'll die of embarrassment."

"You might want to get away quickly then."

"Huh?"

Dylan pointed to the figure coming up the steps. Keith's eyes widened as he bore witness to the costume: a full body covering, well-shaped Krokorok, looking like pure professional work. Apart from the size and proportions, everything about it looked to match in great detail to the official models. He stopped in front of them, showing off the design, which both of them were suitably impressed by.

"You win, Los."

"Awesome," came the muffled response from Carlos. "This mask is uncomfortable as shit."

"Greatness often comes with a price," Keith said with a shake of his head. "Always gotta make me look bad."

"You say it like it's a challenge. Look on the bright side, you can get drunk without getting disrobed."

"Drunk?" Dylan said uncertainly. "This is a university-sponsored party, they won't have booze here..."

"Oh, please, like you can have a college party without drinks. I'm sure they'll have their ways. Come on, let's go find out." Carlos headed towards the building, the other two following behind. As they approached the door, they got a sneer from another person trying to get into the party.

"Pokémon costumes? What dumb kiddy shit."

Keith took one look at the other person and smirked. "If you say so...Rainbow Dash."

Dylan and Carlos snickered as the other guy turned red. "Hey! That's...it's Twilight Sparkle, asshole!"

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The main room of the party was already pretty well filled by the time they got in, and things were loud, if not quite rowdy. It was a mishmash of costumes, as one would expect of any good Halloween party, though there were a few people who weren't dressed up, at least not in any obvious fashion. The three of them soon found themselves over by the refreshments table, where a girl dressed as a "sexy nurse" was serving punch from a large cauldron.

"Nice look," Keith remarked, flashing her a smile.

"Thanks. But I'm taken, before you get any ideas."

"Fair enough. That punch...is there any alcohol in it?"

"Nope, no way. The university's sponsoring us, we certainly couldn't be serving spiked punch. That would get us in a heap of trouble."

"Told you," Dylan said.

"Seems fair to me. So...how are you sneaking it in, then?"

The girl flashed him a smile. "We get a shot in the cups before we fill them. If they look suspicious, we give them a clean one, they're none the wiser. Plus, for those who don't want to drink, they can still enjoy the punch."

"You're good," Carlos said through his mask.

"We don't get a rep for no reason. You want one?"

Keith accepted, while Dylan looked nervous. "We're not...I mean, I'm not, uh, 21."

"We're not carding here. Hell, I guarantee three-fourths of the people here have a stash already."

Regardless, Dylan decided to take the unspiked version, as well as a fistful of chocolates from the other tables. He still seemed displeased as they walked away. "That can't be legal..."

"Lighten up, man. It's not like it's gonna kill you."

The first hour passed without much of interest. The room filled further, it seemed like there were a couple hundred attendees, though the three came across very few familiar faces. For the most part, a mundane Halloween party without much drama or excitement, not much like the way it had been played up. Of course, the night was young, and the booze plentiful; the three of them were sure something was going to happen, and it was just a matter of when and what.

"Oh, my, what a lovely costume!"

The first thing really out of place came when they saw a woman rushing over to them from out of the blue. None of them knew her, not a surprise considering the party had lots of strangers, but what stuck out was her costume. She was dressed in a recognizable witch's outfit, though it had forgone the typical black for a rather eye-catching magenta, including her rather large and impressive hat. Even in the crowd of unusual garb she stuck out like a sore thumb.

"I'm guessing you're talking to him," Keith said with a point towards Carlos.

"Simply beautiful! You've got to tell me your secret!" The witchy woman was caressing the arm of the costume, making Carlos a bit uncomfortable. "So full, so well-designed, so realistic!"

"Uh, thanks? I spent a lot of time on it...it's the first really big project I ever made, most of what I did before was just clothing and stuff."

"Your talent is incredible! I hope you keep making them!" She gave all three of them a huge smile, almost off-putting. "I just love realistic costumes, they make the spirit of the season shine!"

"I suppose we should be apologizing then," Dylan remarked.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, boys, I'm glad anyone makes an effort! I just, well, I have a hard time holding it in when I see a really good one! But don't you worry, if you want realism, I'm sure you'll be seeing it really soon! They'll be making their appearance in just a little bit! Anyway, I've taken enough of your time, bye now!" She gave the three a wink and then waltzed off, humming to herself and leaving them rather bewildered.

"She was...interesting," Carlos finally said.

Dylan shrugged. "Eh...I guess you get all kinds. Seems like the harmless kind of weird, though."

"I dunno, I think that magenta may have left me partially colorblind," Keith cracked with a slight grin. "But she was nice at least. I heard that Jules ran into a big guy dressed as a Warhammer orc last year and it was kind of a mess."

"How come I didn't hear about that?"

"Because Jules would rather suck arsenic through a straw than say a word to you."

"Oh, right."

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It was nearing two hours in, and very little had happened. Keith was getting a bit tired of it, and was halfway inclined to ditch the party and find something else to do, but Dylan and Carlos wanted him to stay, since they knew so few people. His mood wasn't improved when a tipsy Frankenstein's monster bumped into him and knocked his punch all over his shirt. Thanks to the nurse, he was directed out into the hallways to find a place to clean up.

It wasn't exactly the easiest place to navigate. Most of the lights were off, and it was a building he hadn't been to very often with a confusing layout. Fortunately, he wasn't the only one in the halls, other people having escaped the loud party center for some more private conversations, and they helped keep him on track. Eventually, he found where he had been directed to. Immediately, it sent a weird feeling through him; the door was decorated with paper and markers, adorned with vaguely sinister symbols, with the words "SANCTUM OF DEMONIC DESIRE" written in red on the front. It was kind of over the top, yet it left Keith a bit nervous about what might be behind; perhaps someone was going to try to jump out and scare him? With a bit of trepidation, he reached out and opened the door...

It was just a supply closet. Keith rolled his eyes; he was all for the spirit of the season, but some people went a bit overboard. He walked in and quickly found a paper towel, wiped himself off, and turned to leave...

And then everything started spinning. It hit like a punch to the jaw, suddenly he was unsteady and couldn't remain upright. He went for the door, but ended up falling into it and slamming it shut instead. Then he staggered backwards and fell, narrowly avoiding smacking his head into the ground. Before he could try to rise, blinding pain raced through his body, like he was on fire from skin to core, in too much pain to even yell...

He didn't know if he passed out or not; all he knew was that at some point the spinning began to fade, as did the pain. He was left with just an odd feeling, like something was off. He blinked his eyes open, finding it strangely easy to see, as if someone had turned on a light nearby...with the flickering it seemed more like a candle.

Ugh...what just happened?

He brought a hand up to his head, rubbing it to shake away the last cobwebs...and then paused. Something felt very strange...as if his head wasn't shaped quite right, and the surface felt very odd...and where was his hair?

Confused, he pulled his hand away and looked at it. He froze, blinking several times at the sight - he had been wearing gloves before, but they were gone, and now his hand was different, the skin a scaly red-orange, each finger tipped with a long claw. His gaze traveled along his arm, finding the same scales rather than his usual skin and hair.

"What the fuck?" As soon as he said it, he noticed the changes in his face and mouth, now possessing an extended snout and sharp fangs, the shape completely alien to him, though he still spoke as if it was perfectly natural. It even felt creepily natural, though he as still quite aware of how different it was from his usual state.

And then it hit him - all the features were a lot like a Charmeleon.

That witch woman! She said she liked costumes that looked more realistic, and she was expecting them! Was this what she meant?

It seemed absurd to him, someone couldn't actually do that to other people, that was the stuff of stories and fairy tales. But...well, he was laying there, unquestionably changed, unless every part of his senses was lying to him, and it had to have happened somehow. If this was able to happen, he couldn't rule out that she was capable of making it happen.

Dylan...Carlos...did this happen to them? Did the whole party get hit? I'd better find them...at least it's a costume party, if they see me I can maybe fake my way through it long enough to warn them, if they aren't all changed as well...

He shoved himself to a sitting position, feeling a bit of relief that none of the vertigo or pain returned; he realized that must have been the transformation in progress. He took stock of the rest of his body, and noticed that he was still at least roughly the same size as he had been before, rather than shrinking to the size of a Charmeleon as well. His feet were more changed than his hands had been, looking very much like the Pokémon shape rather than retaining the basic shape. He could also see his tail, now fully aflame and the source of the light in the room; with a sudden odd impulse, he tried to move it and found it responded readily, feeling no more unusual than an arm or a leg.

This...actually is kinda cool. I guess it coulda been a lot worse...lots of Pokémon I wouldn't want to look like. Huh...kinda wonder if I should tell Dylan and Carlos, they might actually want to try it instead, and I still don't know how it happened...

He shook off the novelty and approached the door, taking a deep breath. As he opened it, the first thing he noticed was silence; the sounds of the party were completely gone, leaving the building eerily quiet. Keith stepped out silently, feeling a bit of trepidation. If he was in a different body, it was possible that somehow he was in a different place...

But it seemed to be the same building. And soon he understood why it was so quiet; the other partygoers were completely out. As he walked past, making no more noise than the clicking of his new claws on the floor, it seemed like everyone he passed was in a torpor...and they all seemed to have been altered in some way. Not all of them had directly become what they had come as, but quite a few of them did. Others had changed forms in ways that had nothing to do with their costumes, and some even still had those same costumes on. Part of Keith wanted to check on them to see if they were alive, but he was a bit nervous about waking them up and having them freak out on him. Besides, he was fine, and if they had the same magic worked on them, it would be odd for them to be harmed and not him.

The man room was just as eerily quiet and motionless as the hallways had been. No one was moving, apart from the barest signs that they were alive. It was creepier than anything else had been this night, and he found himself very quickly getting out, after determining that there were no other Pokémon about. Not even ones that aren't us...there seriously weren't any other people dressed up as Pokémon? Maybe I just missed them... It was a strange thought given everything that had happened, but it kept his mind straight as he searched the hallways, avoiding preoccupation with their current plight.

It was a few minutes before he heard any sign of activity. From a room he was passing by, though the door was mostly closed, he could hear faint sounds, panting or sobbing or something like that. It was enough to sound human...or at least ex-human. He slipped the door open, darkness greeting him until most of him was inside. The moment his tail was in, his new natural light gave a good bit of illumination, and it was easy for him to spot the green reptile against the shelves, looking terrified.

The shape, the form, was unmistakable. It was a Grovyle, and he only knew of one Grovyle at the party. "Dylan?"

The creature yelped and jumped, whirling around and pressing his back against the shelves, staring wide-eyed and terrified at him. Once he saw the shape, though, he seemed to get a hold of himself. "Keith? That's...that's really you? You're...you're changed too?"

Keith swallowed hard. "Yeah, I was...seems like everyone was, no clue what happened." It was odd, how much trouble he was having speaking, but there was something else off about Dylan. He smelled nice...really nice. A sweet, fruity scent with a touch of something that really got his attention, though he couldn't put his finger on it.

The changed Grovyle didn't seem to notice that weird behavior, instead leaning back against the shelf and letting out a huge sigh. "Thank God! I thought it was just me, I had no idea how the hell I could go back out there! Now they won't all be swarming me..."

"Almost everyone's still out of it, it's like they're all asleep or something. Why aren't you?"

"I don't know...maybe all the caffeine from the chocolate got me awake faster. Fuck, it felt like something was digging into me, like roots or something growing into me...hey, why are you awake?"

"I think I got lucky by being far away from the center of it. Hey, you remember that witch lady?"

"How could I forget? Looked like a pomegranate...you think she had something to do with this?"

"Can't say for sure, but you heard her earlier...if she was planning this, she might've been giving us a hint..."

Dylan shook his head. "Fuck, man...maybe she's a real witch, and she's been waiting for this...realistic costumes my ass, this ain't much of a costume at all..."

"Well...yeah, but, you know, it's not THAT bad, all things considered."

"I guess...at least we didn't come as anything stupid, but still, how am I gonna...explain...Keith? Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Keith snapped to attention; without realizing it, he'd gotten within a few steps of Dylan, and his breathing was strangely heavy, each one drawing in more of that pleasant scent. "Sorry...just kinda...you realize that you smell really good?"

"I do? Uh..." Dylan was a bit flustered by this, though oddly, not in an unpleasant way. "Maybe I just smell like a plant...I guess I would be a Grass-type or something..." Now that Keith had brought it to his attention though, he realized he could smell the new Charmeleon rather strongly, as well...it was a hot, burnt odor, a bit smoky, sort of like a bonfire, with a touch of something else, something unfamiliar yet desirable. Whatever it was, it was derailing his worried train of thought.

"Yeah...there's something else, too..." Keith was almost on top of Dylan now, his hat nose pressing directly against the Grovyle's neck, taking deep breaths against him and making him shiver. Absently, his hand was starting to rub over Dylan's side, the feel of the soft yet tough scales pleasant on his fingers. Both of them were panting a bit now, Dylan was flushing a bit as he felt serenity being imparted by that warm scent, Keith feeling his blood starting to pump a bit more at the sweet one...

"Hey, what's going on?" The two jumped a bit, turning towards the now wide-open door. There was another person there, the brighter light making details hard to tell but the figure was decidedly crocodilian. It had to be Carlos.

Reluctantly, Keith pulled himself away from Dylan, turning to the new Krokorok-shaped person. "Los? That's you, right?"

A nod in reply. "Yeah...I had a feeling it got you two as well, glad to see it was complete though...is Dylan all right?"

"Er...he's fine, I was just checking on him." Behind him, Dylan had straightened up, and was nodding in agreement, perhaps a bit too expressively.

"That's good..." Carlos trailed off as he tilted his head up, sniffing the air; a moment later, a weird little smile formed on his face. "Smells like someone's baking something...you guys smell that?"

Dylan and Keith were both confused by the sudden change of subject. "Uh? Carlos? You okay?"

"Yeah...yeah, I'm good..." Suddenly, the Krokorok's tail swept behind him, the door rapidly swinging towards its frame. Carlos caught it with his hand just before it slammed, and quietly shut it, turning the lock. "Actually...I saw you two before you saw me come in...almost just sat by to watch, and then...well, I really wanted to join in."

"Wh-wait, Los, we...we weren't..." Keith's brain scrambled for something, though it was having trouble separating from that idea. "I'm not even...I don't swing that way..."

"Neither do I, man...or at least I didn't." Carlos' smile turned to a fierce grin as he approached them both. "But seeing you two...well, I think more got changed than just our bodies. Those smells, they just make me want it more. I'm not sure I could stop it now...not that I really want to, and I don't think you do, either."

Keith opened his mouth to protest further, and found it dead on arrival. Some part of his mind was oddly at ease with the idea, and as his eyes flickered over to Dylan, he too seemed amenable, his eyes losing their nervousness as curiosity replaced it. Perhaps it was the Krokorok's forwardness, not atypical of Carlos who had always fancied himself somewhat of a casanova, though his attentions were directed quite differently from before.

And then there was the new factor as their third imposed his presence on them. Carlos had his own smell, and it was hitting them both, a distinctly earthy scent with a heavier weight, and more of that undefinable quality that they had noticed in each other. Their responses were different this time, though; to Dylan, it fired him up, made him feel more ready to act, to take charge, while Keith felt more relaxed, more passive, ready to fall on his back and let the Krokorok do as he wished.

Now Dylan was grinning. "Guys...I think our 'types' are affecting how we respond to each other."

"So that's it..." Carlos responded. "I thought I was feeling mixed messages...Well, I guess we're just gonna have to switch off then. Unless Keith's still not ready..."

Keith shook his head instantly, growling a bit; whatever reservations he had left were gone in an instant. "You two start without me and I'll start you on fire."

Dylan made the first move, turning his back towards Keith and wiggling his rear end invitingly, a streak of red appearing within that sea of green on his face. Keith stepped up behind him, feeling his erection emerge...it was a strange sensation, the slick length arising out of his new protective slit rather than growing from a hanging position, but even the air made it tingle as it emerged, feeling so much more sensitive and pleasant than before. He could see Carlos responding similarly, and judging by the Krokorok's wandering hand and eye as he got down to groin level with Dylan, the Grovyle was in as well.

He paused a moment as he lined up his length with Dylan's tight hole, unable to help but admire his endowment. It was considerably longer and thicker than what he'd had before, with a markedly less human and more reptilian shape, and he could almost see the heat radiating off of it. He could scarcely believe this was attached to him, and yet it felt so right, he couldn't help but be pleased by the outcome. The change, strange as it was, was growing on him by the minute.

Inexperienced as he was, he had no idea what he was supposed to expect when he pressed forward. But he was pretty sure it wasn't that his cock would readily and effortlessly part the Grovyle's asshole, spreading it wide as he was able to push himself home in a single blow. Dylan cried out at the penetration, but there wasn't even the slightest hint of discomfort, only pure bliss at the entry and an eager push back for more.

It was more than enough to get Keith to start thrusting in earnest, the wonderful sensation of the sensitive hole massaging his new fiery cock, tight yet comfortably yielding, allowing him to easily use his whole length to pleasure his target. As he built up his speed and power, he forced Dylan's hips forward, and his own dick into the waiting maw of the Krokorok below him, Carlos also taking it all without complaint. He seemed naturally attuned to the oral treatment, working his mouth and tongue around the shaft like he had been born a gay reptile, driving Dylan's pleasure higher and higher.

Nothing had ever felt so good, and it was hardly surprising that he lost control rather quickly. With a tight grip, he rammed as hard and fast as he could into Dylan, reveling in the unrestrained pleasure from the Grovyle's hole. He felt his orgasm fast approaching, not even holding off for more than a couple minutes, but Dylan beat him to it, the double pleasure rapidly overwhelming him. With a cry muffled by Keith's hand he shot his load into Carlos' waiting maw, the Krokorok humming pleasantly around him as he suckled every bit he could. Keith let loose shortly after, making Dylan moan out lewdly as ropes of blazing semen flooded his insides, managing just barely to hold himself to soft growls as he became aware of their situation; it would be a hell of a thing to be caught here, like this.

"Holy shit..." Dylan panted as his jaw was freed. "That...that was...unbelievable."

"Glad you liked it," Keith replied, his own breaths deep and unsteady. "I hope you...weren't bothered by going so hard."

"Fuck no, that was even better. It felt like I could handle anything, the more you put in the more amazing it felt. And it was even better with Carlos working me up front, it was like it came together so easily..."

"I wanna feel like that." Carlos stood up rapidly, shooting a smirk towards Keith. "So let's see you get on your knees, hot stuff."

Typically all that would have gotten out of Keith was a huff and a glare, but something in the newly morphed Charmeleon felt compelled to respond favorably. Maybe it was the lingering earthy odor in the air that intensified as Carlos had gotten more aroused, or the rough tone of voice that penetrated his brain, but whatever it was, it got Keith to sink to his knees in front of Carlos, eyes fixed on that considerable pole in front of him. It was a near match for his own in size, but staring him in the face, it seemed somehow larger, more imposing.

"We're waiting." Carlos didn't sound particularly impatient, just eager. Slowly, Keith brought a clawed hand up to get a feel for the shaft. It felt slightly rough, grainy, though still relatively slick with some kind of fluid. The scent of male and earth was far stronger with it so close, pushing him forward, his mouth opening to take part of it into him.

Keith had feared the taste, feared he would want to pull away and chicken out of giving his due, but to his surprise, it was actually desirable. It had a strongly earthy tone, the fluids slightly gritty against his tongue, but it was oddly alluring, taking him in and making him not want to stop. Beyond the taste, he also had this odd feeling creeping through him, the unusual yet pleasant idea of how right it felt for this cock to be inside him, to be giving pleasure to something that had a natural superiority over him...almost the exact opposite feeling he'd had when fucking Dylan. He wondered if the others felt the same way.

And then, as he went to dive down a bit further, Dylan slammed into Carlos, driving a loud murr from the Krokorok and sending his shaft straight into Keith's mouth, snout meeting slit in a heartbeat. Keith's eyes bugged out as he choked a bit, but failed to gag as he had thought he might, tried to pull back and then found himself unwilling to. The intense scent and taste, earthy and male and potent, quickly put him at ease in his place, relaxing him to breathe around the intrusion, and soon he was licking and bobbing eagerly, tantalizing Carlos while the other friend slammed into him from behind, as hard or harder than Keith had done to him. Certainly faster, he moved at a speed Keith couldn't even imagine.

He could just barely see Dylan's hand wrap around Carlos' jaw as he looked up as much as possible, muffling the eager sounds of pleasure coming from the Krokorok, just as Keith had done for him earlier. Carlos' hands then found the back of his head, grabbing him by the new protrusion on the back of his skull and ramming his cock down his throat with a serious purpose. Rather than fight it, Keith simply gripped Carlos' ankles and rode it out, simply taking the thrusts without concern. It was rougher than he ever could have imagined, but somehow that made it feel better.

With the rush they were all getting, it wasn't long before the second round came to a close. Carlos hummed out through his arrested mouth as he fired his load down into Keith's mouth, followed closely by Dylan moaning out pleasantly as he released into Carlos, thick goopy seed pouring into the Krokorok's rear end. Keith found himself swallowing constantly, trying to keep up with the considerable amount of semen being unloaded into him, unable to pull back on account of the grip on his crest, not that he wanted to. Carlos' cum tasted much like he did, except stronger, more earthy, more intense and pleasurable.

As it ended, Carlos pulled him back, off of his still-hard length, before letting go and letting Keith fall back, panting in exhilaration. He was a bit dizzy from all the action, and was trying to take a moment to get his bearings, but he wasn't given even that as suddenly Carlos was on his knees, pushing him onto his back. His eyes widened as he caught himself before being laid out flat, just enough to see Carlos sitting on his tail, his thoroughly-wetted cock poised at Keith's hole.

"Only one left to take it...You're gonna enjoy this."

Keith had no response, still thrown for a loop, barely able to process how Keith was able to get back in the game so fast on top of everything else. He knew this would have to be coming, it was only fair, and the others had liked it enough, but...he knew he shouldn't tense up, but he couldn't help it, the idea was unfamiliar, at least on this end, and his natural response was to clench, try to deny the intruder that was threatening to enter him in this way.

It didn't matter; Carlos' thick, sandy cock pierced his hole as if he hadn't fought at all, just like he'd done to Dylan. His body knew the score, it accepted his superior's length without the slightest hint of resistance, driving waves of pleasure through him as his insides responded how they were meant to. He had to hold back to keep from yelling, and the sound escaped as a deep, guttural, passionate snarl, a sound he didn't think he ever could have made before, sounding alien yet oh-so-right to him.

He wanted to shift, to reposition himself to more actively participate in his ravaging, but before he could act Dylan's weight came down on top of him. The Grovyle snickered as he teased Keith's cock, stroking it slowly and giving it a couple light licks, savoring the moment. It left Keith helpless, unable to do more than pant and claw at the ground as he got a double-dose of action, his body struggling to keep up with the pleasure.

And then Dylan and Carlos really went to town, the former diving down on his cock with a ferocity while the latter doubled his speed and force as his dick ravaged Keith's hot hole. He was driven breathless by the pair of pleasure assaults. Dylan hadn't been lying, it came together like nothing he could imagine, it was as if the stimulation from either end was twining together as it coursed up his spine, through his body, wracking his brain with a bliss that he couldn't possibly adapt to. He thrashed underneath Dylan's weight, making more noise than either of the others had, partly because no one was doing anything to stop it; unlike the other two, his mouth remained free and clear during his most intense bout.

He felt like he could have blown quite quickly, but Dylan, in a sneaky move, tightly grabbed the base of his cock with his fingers, staving off his orgasm and sending another jolt through him. He tried to get past the tension, the sense of need and pressure building...he was reflexively tightening his ass around Carlos, unknowingly driving him rapidly to his peak, and with a clenched jaw and growl he rammed in and spurted grainy cum deep into him, the fluids razing his nerves and setting him even further alight...only then did Dylan release him.

Keith yelled out loudly, no longer able to hold back regardless of what it attention it might draw as he was wracked by the throes of the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had in his life. His cock throbbed madly as he spurted a considerable hot load into the waiting throat of Dylan, his ass convulsed as it milked Carlos' grainy seed out into his anal passage, his tail flame roared into overdrive as it lit up the room, every part of him shook with unfettered euphoria as he lasted out the wild ride of his climax.

It took a fair bit for him to calm down, heaving wildly from the force of his climax and the shout he'd just let loose. He had enough presence of mind, at least, to realize that he'd lost control a bit. "Sorry, guys...couldn't hold back."

"Heh...now you know why we shut each other up," Carlos chuckled between pants. "We were a bit too occupied to get you quieted down, I guess."

"I doubt anyone's gonna come running for us. Would you want to go seek out the monster that had just roared for no reason you could see?"

"Who knows, they might want in on the action." Dylan was the first to get back to his feet, his nerves having been thoroughly calmed. He was looking over his changed body, as if really taking it in for the first time. "Jeez...I was terrified when it happened, but I feel pretty good now. Being a Grovyle isn't as bad as I thought it might be."

"I know, right? It's pretty sweet, even if you don't factor in the sex." Carlos grinned. "Of course, factor that in, and it's just...you know. Wow."

Keith nodded in agreement. "I'm almost kind of disappointed about having to go back. If it wasn't for the fact that we'd be way out of place, I'd be happy to stay this way. Even if it meant being gay, weird as that still is to me."

"Same. We should check on the rest of the party, though. They might be trying to find everyone and figure things out, and someone's gonna remember we were around." Dylan grabbed some paper towels from off of the shelf. "Should clean up a bit before we do, though, right?"

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A quick clean-up later, and the three were back out and heading towards the main party area. The hallway had cleared out, and as they approached the main party room, throngs of morphed partygoers became visible. It was kind of chaotic, with emotions running the gamut from terrified to thrilled, some people goofing around recklessly, celebrating their changes, while others seemed to be in a state of shock or panic.

"Yikes...we may not want to get in the middle of that," Dylan said.

"Yeah, let's maybe stay back a bit," agreed Keith. "At least until things calm down. If they do..."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure they will!" The three jumped and turned around at the voice behind them. Sure enough, the magenta witch from earlier was there, and she was all smiles, apparently admiring her handiwork. "Usually takes an hour or so before everyone figures out it's just the Halloween spirit at work, and then they relax and enjoy it!"

Carlos couldn't help but grin. "Some people get it sooner than others. I thought you had something to do with this...you're a real witch, aren't you?"

"That I am, boys! Don't feel bad that you missed it earlier, I don't exactly advertise it...I only ever let loose on Halloween, when it doesn't seem as out of place! There's nothing like bringing the spirit of Halloween alive, though...costumes are a wonderful thing, but there's nothing like the real deal!"

"So it's not just an illusion, we're really changed...are we gonna stay this way?"

"Some do, some don't...it's hard to say exactly what keeps people one way, but I think acceptance has something to do with it. My magic sense can tell me when someone's staying, though, and you three are definitely giving off that vibe! It seems like you like these new bodies of yours!"

Keith found himself nodding at that. "You could say that...but won't that seem weird? People are gonna look at us, they're gonna be freaked out..."

She winked. "Oh, don't you worry, boys. A lot of people really can't comprehend magic, their minds just don't know how to process it, so they block it out. To most of the world, you'll look exactly like you did before...only a select few people, others who have changed like this and the rare few who are lucky enough to be able to see it, will be able to actually observe your true forms!"

"So it's not gonna make a mess of things?" Dylan's relieved smile was all too large. "That's great! I don't know what I woulda told my parents!"

"You've got us pegged, lady, I know I wanna stay like this," Carlos added. "Hell, there's all sorts of stuff I wanna try out! Especially making earthquakes!"

Keith rounded off the unanimity. "I honestly started thinking it was pretty cool pretty quickly. I just gotta ask...is there a reason why we became attracted to guys when we changed?"

The witch let out an embarrassed giggle. "Oh, that...well, in all honesty, I put a little bit of my heart and soul into these changing spells...and that heart and soul has its own little idiosyncrasies! Although, I will say, if you boys hadn't enjoyed it, I doubt you'd be staying that way! Anyway, I should get back, before someone less thrilled starts to suspect little old me...ta-ta!"

Just like before, she waltzed away, giving a happy hum as she passed through the throngs, eyes darting all over as she took in the much more realistic images of the revelers. Keith shook his head as he watched her go. "Real witch...but still a bit batty."

"What in the world did she mean by that?" Dylan asked. "Her heart and soul?"

Keith sighed, though it had a hint of amusement carried on it. "I'll bet you anything that it means she's a yaoi fangirl and she enjoys the thought of her changelings going at it. She might even have been watching us."

"There's no way we would have missed her if she was in there," Carlos pointed out.

"She's a witch, I'm sure she's got her ways. Though, she has a point...I can't say I'm all that unhappy about it."

"It'll make meeting up a lot more fun, that's for sure," Carlos agreed with a toothy smile. "Whaddaya say we leave that for another time, though, and help people get back into the mood? I think we can still have a swinging party, especially if a lot of people put their new talents to use!"

"Sounds good to me." Keith cracked a grin of his own. "Just try not to start screwing them...effective as that is."