The Costume Party
The Costume Party
Legal stuff- If you are 18, don't read this. This is my story, and my characters.
A note- This was the second erotic story I ever wrote, and even with editing, there are a lot of errors and things. I dumped it in a file and forgot about it untill recently, which is why it missed the more appropriate time of Halloween. Oh well, better late than never. :3 Now on with the show!
"You are requested to attend The Grand Costume Ball on October the 31st. Bring yourself,
you costume, and this invitation to 1342 Green Street Road E. at 6, and take part in the
ghoulish fun!"
That is what the invitation said, nothing more, nothing less. There wasn't even a return
address on the envelope. Edgar thought that this was very strange. He wasn't the sort of fur
that got invited to these sorts of parties. He wasn't even sure the invite was meant for him.
So he tossed it on a pile on his desk and it quickly left his memory, and his life remained
unchanged by the little piece of parchment. Or so he though.
Several weeks later, on the day before Halloween, Edgar found out that all of his friends were
going out of town, which meant that he was going to be all alone. Halloween had always
been his favorite holiday, and he didn't like the aspect of having to spend it all alone on the
couch in front of his TV watching the crappy movie marathons.
While he sat there thinking about his lonely night, he remembered the invitation he had
received almost a month ago. The snow leopard quickly sifted through the many piles of
paper and mail on his desk to find it, but after an hour of searching, it was nowhere to be
found. He was losing hope for an exciting night. He didn't even have a good costume. He
was a pirate last year, but he was pretty sure that the pants and hat had gotten lost a long
time ago. He was about to give up when he swiveled in his chair, and low and behold, the
invitation was laying there by his feet the entire time.
"That's strange," he said to himself. "I'm almost positive that wasn't there before, I would
have seen it... Oh well, it must have fallen off the desk."
Edgar bent down to pick it up. When he lifted up the orange paper, he found a coupon
underneath. He had never seen it before, and didn't remember getting it in the mail. He
picked it up and read it.
"1/2 Costumes! Oct. 30th Only! Spookies Costumes, #123 Speller Lane."
What a strange coincidence, he thought. He looked back at the invitation, read its words
again, and flipped it over. On the back, written in delicate calligraphy was "Don't be late...."
He thought about it and made up his mind that he would go. He looked at the clock, and
saw that it was already four in the afternoon, and he jumped up. The coupon said that the
store was only open until five, and it was on the other side of town. It was now or never.
Edgar got his keys, left his apartment, and drove off to find Spookies Costumes. He drove
around for nearly forty minutes until he saw the sign. It was in a dilapidated building, covered
in cobwebs, and broken windows. It didn't look like there had been any business for several
years.
"Shit. It must have been a really old coupon. Damn it."
But he drove all this way, so he parked and got out of the car to have a look anyways. When
he got closer, he realized that the cobwebs were all fake and the broken glass was just a
painted on illusion. The shop was dressed up for the holiday. "How cleaver" he said to
himself.
He walked up to the door, and looked inside. It was dark, and he didn't see anyone, but this
was no surprise because it was almost closing time. He pulled on the door handle, and it
opened. He walked inside. The place was completely empty, his footsteps echoing on the
near empty walls. There were a few costumes left on some racks in the back, but otherwise
it was completely bare.
"Hello? Is anyone in here?" Edgar said, waiting for an answer. But nothing came. He
decided to look around, and maybe someone would show up. He walked up to one of the
racks of costumes, reached out to touch what looked like a badly cleaned chicken costume,
when he heard a voice behind him.
"Oh, well hello there, I didn't know we had another costumer, I apologize. I was in the
back."
Edgar looked around and saw someone holding a large pile of boxes that covered their face.
"I hope I'm not too late, I was interested in renting a costume." He said to the mysterious fur.
"Oh of course, if you will wait just a second, I will put down these boxes and be right with
you." The fur walked over to the corner, bent over and placed the boxes on the ground.
From where Edgar was standing it looked like the boxes were filled with hot pink feather
boas. The shop owner stood up and peeked over the boxes. It was a very beautiful black
cat wearing a tight black shirt with a glitter cobweb on it. She had a pair of very large
breasts, which she wore very well. She had raven back hair with two streaks of maroon
starting from her temples matching a maroon patch on her chest. She had intense yellow
eyes that stood out from the dark fur on her face.
"Ok, now I can help you, sorry for the wait. Was there a particular costume you were looking
for? I'm afraid we don't have very many left because it is so late."
But Edgar wasn't listening; he was entranced by her beauty. He just stood there staring at
her.
"Umm sir..." That was enough to bring him back.
"Oh I'm sorry, what did you say?" said Edgar blushing.
"That's ok. I asked if you were looking for a particular costume."
"Umm well... I'm not very good with costumes. I was a pirate last year and a wizard before
that..."
"Well, lest start with your measurements. Would you come to the back?"
"Sure..." He said as he followed the sexy feline shop keeper into a back room with a large
multi-angle mirror in it. He caught a glimpse of her full back-side move back and forth when
she walked, the very end of her tail gently flipping as she did. Just as he was getting to
enjoy the view he noticed that she had caught him looking at her in the mirror. He
immediately looked away in embarrassment and pretended that he wasn't looking at
anything; particularly her ass. She smiled, and went to a corner with various tape measures
in it. Edgar discovered that his little glimpse had gotten him a little excited, and the bulge in
his pants was starting to grow, he tried to hide it when she wasn't looking, but it was proving
to be difficult.
"Ok, first I will need you to spread your arms." She said as she measured his arm span.
Then she measured the length of his back, he shoulders, his bust and his waist. "Just one
more measurement."
She got on her knees in front of Adam, put the end of the tape measure at his foot, and
pulled up until she reached his crotch. Now by this point of being touched by this beautiful
feline, he was very aroused, and his member had swelled and was now emerging from his
sheath. When the shop keeper puller her hand up, she grazed his endowment, which made
him jump back in surprise.
"OH! I'm sorry about that. Hope I didn't hit anything too delicate..." She said as she winked
at Edgar. "I've got the measurement though, and I think I have the perfect costume for you.
Wait here and I will be right back with it." She left the room, and Edgar, now much harder,
needed to adjust, which he did, but in the middle of the movement, the shop keeper popped
her head back in. Edgar quickly moved his hand, and pretended that he was just brushing
some lint off his shirt. The shop keeper just giggled, and said "When I first saw you, the first
thing that popped into my head was Vampire..."
She walked into the room holding a beautifully detailed, blood red costume, with a large
black cape. "Try this on; I think you will like it." She handed over the costume to Edgar, and
pointed to some changing booths on a side wall. He walked over to the first one, went inside
and locked the door. He had a full on erection at this point, and he needed to let it out. He
unzipped his pants, and pulled down his underwear. What a relief. With his stiff malehood
sticking out, he looked at the costume, waiting for the nuisance to subside.
"Let me know if you need any help!" the shop keeper said on the other side of the door.
"Ok I will!" he replied, trying to get the image of her out of his head.
He looked back down at the costume. It was perfect for him. He took off his shirt, shoes,
and pants, and put on the costume. It fit like a glove, and it looked great on him. He noticed
that the pants, which were made of a tight shiny material, showed off his package very well.
He put on the cape, and the look fit him well. He unlocked the door and stepped out. The
shop keeper wasn't in the room, so he walked up to the mirror, and started looking at himself
again.
"Looks great!" said the sexy black cat popping out of nowhere. She definitely had an art for
sneaking up on people. "What size shoe do you wear?"
"Size twelve."
"Ah perfect, I'm good at guessing fur's shoe sizes, I should work at a carnival! Or is that
guessing weight... whatever." She was holding a pair of black knee high boots. She walked
over to him, bent down again, and helped him into the boots, her face only a few inches from
his one again growing erection. Edgar knew that if he was excited in this costume, it would
be very apparent, so he immediately started to think of his grandma, to keep the monster at
rest. It worked. He looked in the mirror. He looked great. The look was complete. Some
hair gel to sleek back his hair and he could pull for a real vampire.
"I have some false teeth up front that we give you free with the costume. They just stick to
your teeth and you remove them later," she said brushing off the red vest he was
wearing. "So are you going to take it?"
"Of course."
"Ok, well you can change back again, and I will rent them out to you in the front. You look
great by the way."
Edgar went back to the changing room and took off the costume and got back into his
normal clothes. He walked back out and up to the shop keeper in the front.
"All right that will be 52.48."
"Oh, I have this coupon for half off..."Edgar said while handing over the coupon.
"Ahh, well, this is actually an old coupon from back when my father owned the store, but I will give it to you anyways, just because you look so dashing in the costume."
"Well thank you," said Edgar blushing through his fur.
"Ok, well then it is 26.24."
Edgar paid the money, took the bag with the costume in it, and left the store. When he got
in his car he glimpsed over at the decorated store and saw the black cat waving goodbye
before locking the door for the night.
Edgar drove home and when he got to his apartment, he noticed a package outside his
door. It was a simple brown paper package wrapped with a piece of twine. Nothing was
written on it, but it was clearly intended for him. He picked up the box, and juggling the
costume, the box and his keys he managed to open the door and walk inside. He set the
package on his coffee table, and hung up his costume.
He sat down on the couch and stared at the package. He hadn't received a package in a
long time. The last one he could remember was a few years ago. It was a badly knit
sweater from his distant aunt, which he was pretty sure had already been worn. He
wondered what was inside.
Edgar pulled the bow on the top, and the string fell down. He unwrapped the paper, and a
bright blue box was underneath. He took off the lid, and on the inside was a note written
quickly that said:
"I almost forgot this, it goes with the costume. Have a happy Halloween!"
Under the note was a large golden cross necklace with a large red-orange jewel set in the
center. It was on a bright red ribbon with gold embroidery.
Edgar wondered how the package arrived at his apartment before he did, and, considering
that he didn't remember ever giving the shop keeper his address, wondered how it got there.
He thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, so he decided to
take a shower, and go to bed. He placed the necklace in the box and walked into the
bathroom.
He had had a headache all day from not sleeping well the night before, and the shower
provided some temporary relief. The pain seemed to slip away with the water running down
his fur and down into the drain. After the refreshing shower, he put on some underwear and
sat down to watch some TV.
Unfortunately, his cable was out (not an uncommon thing at the rundown apartment he lives
in). So he had two options; he could surf the net for a few hours, or he could try on his
costume again. He chose the costume.
He walked to his closet, got the costume and started to put it on. He had brought the box
with the necklace with him into the bedroom and set it down on his nightstand. When he
was buttoning his vest, he could have sworn that the red orange jewel in the necklace was
glowing, but he passed it off as it just catching the light funny. He slipped on his boots.
Then he picked up the necklace and put it on. It felt a lot heavier then he expected. He
threw on the cape and walked into the bathroom. He watched himself in the mirror for a
while, saying "Blahhhh, I vant to suck you blood!" and laughing. He put some gel in his hair
to sleek it back a bit. If a real vampire were standing next to him, you would have a hard
time telling which was the real one. That necklace sure added a sort of authenticity to it. It
looked old, like a family heirloom.
After staring at himself in the mirror for a while, he took the costume off again, and when to
bed. He tried to fall asleep, but thoughts of the shop girl took over his mind. He kept on
getting hornier and hornier, until he couldn't take it any longer and just had to jerk off. He
slipped of the pair of boxers he was wearing and began caressing his already fully hardened
member.
He stroked his ridged cock faster and faster; the feeling pulsating through his entire body.
Soon he realized that he had gotten himself into a frenzy, not only pumping his hard dick,
but rocking back and forth, and moaning loudly. The thought of the sexy shop keeper
seemed to bring out a primal animalism in him that he had never experienced before. But
whatever was happening, he liked it. He started stroking faster than he ever had, half
expecting smoke to start forming, and soon he was at the verge of climax.
Nearer and nearer he could feel his orgasm forming. His rocking increased with the pleasure
and he did a complete summersault off his bed, landing on the floor, and shooting a stream
of cum three feet straight in the air and all over himself. He had never done that before in his
life. He lay on the floor panting and rubbing his back where he fell and his spent cock slid
back into his sheath
Edgar stood up and walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He had a giant glob of
cum stuck in his fur.
"Ahh shit, now I have to take another shower." And he did.
After his second shower, he attempted to go back to bed. He tossed and turned, but he just
couldn't fall back to sleep. Hours went by, and when he looked at the clock it read 4:48. He
decided that he was approaching this the wrong way, and he got up and walked around a
bit. He shuffled around his room for a while. Then he moved back out into the living room to
see if the cable was back on. It wasn't. What was strange was that even though he couldn't
fall asleep, and it was almost the next day, he wasn't tired at all. In fact it felt like he had a
good long sleep only an hour ago. Another inexplicable happening.
He decided that it wasn't worth it to go back to bed since morning was only a few hours
away, so he decided to go for a walk. The cold Halloween air was refreshing. All the
decorations were out, the smell of freshly carved pumpkins floating in the air. He walked
around his block, then around his neighborhood, then into town. He hadn't felt this energized
since before he could remember. He was walking on Main Street about to cross the road
when he locked eyes with a large breasted black female cat. It was the same shop keeper.
Edgar waved, and she waved back. He looked around to cross the street, but when he
looked back for her, she was gone.
A figment of his overactive (and very horny) imagination? After that, thinking it not a very
good idea to be hallucinating in public, he decided to go back to his apartment.
When he got back, it was time for him to go to work, so he got dressed and left. He tried to
focus on what he was doing, buy the thought of the shop keeper took over his mind.
Everything he did just went back to thinking of her. Her sleek black fur, her elegant curvy
frame, her large full breasts. There was no way he was going to get through the day, so he
told his boss he was taking a personal day and left early.
When he got back, it was around one in the afternoon. He went to his computer and surfed
the net, but the same problem happened. He just couldn't stop thinking about the shop
owner. Even when he tried to look at porn, everything just seemed to pale in comparison to
the fantasies he could have about the sexy feline.
Four hours past, and Edgar was bored to death. No friends, no porn, no TV. So he decided
to put on his costume and head out early. He put on the pants, shirt vest, boots, necklace
and cape, slicked back his hair, and applied the adhesive vampire teeth. He spent ten
minutes staring at himself (and his package) in the mirror. Then he headed out to find 1342
Green Street Road E.
After about an hour of driving and asking directions (and about four really bad vampire jokes)
Edgar finally found the house. It was a large mansion on a hill. It looked like a scene right
out of a movie. He drove up to the house only to find the party in full swing. He parked his
car and headed up to the front doors. There, a bulldog in a hunchbacked butler costume
asked for his invitation. He handed it over and then he let him go in.
Inside there were about four hundred furs all in elaborate costumes. He felt a little out of
place because most of them were wearing masks, and there were only a few showing their
real faces. He was about to join the party when he felt someone tugging at his cape. He
looked around to find a very short and plump female mouse behind him.
"Right this way sir," said the little mouse leading Edgar to a side room. "You may barrow a
mask for the night if you wish..." With that she opened a door that reviled hundreds of
adorned leather masquerade masks.
"Thank you, I will..." Edgar started to search for a mask to match his costume. He found it.
It was a white mask with black markings and red fangs sticking out of the mouth with en
exaggerated crooked nose. He took it, and the plump mouse closed the door and walked
away.
Edgar joined the party. He squeezed his way to the middle of the dance floor looking for
someone to dance with. Many faces passed him by but no one seemed to be interested in
him.
Then out of the sea of masks, someone stuck out. It was a female in a richly colored red
and gold renaissance costume. Her fur was dark and smooth, and her breasts were
threatening to escape their constraints any moment. There was a red rose between them
inviting you to take a whiff. She was wearing a red goblin mask with a long nose and jewel
warts. Her hair was done and cured with maroon butterflies resting between the locks. She
caught eyes with Edgar, and they slowly moved their way across the dance floor dodging the
other dancers.
Finally they met; the Goblin Queen and the vampire. Edgar could tell that she was some fort
of feline from her ears, but the costume and mask hid everything else. She grabbed his paw,
and wrapper her arm around his shoulder, and they began to dance. Edgar had never really
danced before, and he was surprised how easily it came to him. They went gliding around
the room, spinning and gazing into each other's eyes, not saying a word.
After what seemed like hours of dancing, the Goblin Queen let go of the Vampire, and
walked away. Confused at the abrupt end, Edgar looked around for her. He found her about
ten feet away beckoning him to come with her. He accepted, and followed her across the
dance floor.
When they left the ball room, Edgar grabbed her arm, and asked her where she was going,
but she just looked at him, giggled, and ran off again. Not allowing himself to lose this one,
Edgar followed. She ran across the hallways, around corners, and up stairs with Edgar
following close behind. Soon they seemed lost in the maze of the large house.
Edgar was running down the hallway until he saw the Goblin Queen stopped in front of a pair
of very large doors. He ran up to her, and asked once more where she was going. But once
again she just giggled, and threw open the doors and ran inside.
The room was an enormous Master bedroom decorated in intense red, vibrant turquoise and
brilliant gold. The Goblin Queen ran straight for the oversized bed that had a twenty foot tall
wooden carving as the headboard.
Edgar, lost in the beauty and magnificence of the room, looked around and remembered the
female who led him there. He followed her to the bed. They both hopped on the over sized
piece of furniture and sat up.
"Will you at least tell me who you are?" asked Edgar.
But the female just shook her finger and started to undo the corset of her dress. Edgar,
taking this as his queue, started to take off the cape and undo the necklace. Then the girl
stopped; the corset now loose around her body, the very top of her nipple peeking out over
the gold and lace of the dress. She held on to the necklace as if to say "keep it on." So he
did. He took off the vest, the shirt, the pants, and boots. She removed the rest of her dress
until both of them were just in their underwear. She kept her mask on, and when Edgar tried
to remove it, she just pushed his paws away and shook her finger again.
Edgar hadn't had sex in a very long time, and not wanting to miss out on his latest
opportunity, decided he better just leave it.
The girl lay on top of him, her breast floating in front of his face. She started to thrust on his
stomach, and moan sensually. Edgar's paws found their way onto her thigh and he
massaged them up to her large soft rump. Edgar started to get turned on and his cock
started poking out of his sheath. Soon a large tent had formed in his boxers, and the female
kept on teasing it with her backend rubbing up and down on his stomach, bumping into the
stiff appendage. She stood up on the bed, and slid her panties down to reveal her cleanly
trimmed maroon public hair.
Edgar pulled off his underwear to reveal a fully erect penis. The female sat back down, but
this time facing Edgar's member. She began thrusting on his stomach again. She grabbed
his stiff cock and started rubbing it. Edgar moaned loudly, and she moved quicker.
She then slid back and put her ass in Edgar's face, and stuck his cock in between her large
breasts and moved up and down. Edgar pulled the female's bottom close to his face and
started licking the outside of her pussy. He had long forgotten the taste. He stuck his
tongue into her and started to lap up the fluids she was producing. As he did this the she
started to suck on his tip, while still pleasuring the shaft with her soft plump breasts.
Edgar didn't know how much longer he could last. After almost a solid year of nothing but
masturbation for sexual relief, his excitement knew no bounds with a real female, particularly
one of such skill. The female sat up again and spun around on his stomach. She lifted up,
grabbed his dick, and slid it inside of her. It went in smooth, the sensation bringing Edgar
close to climax. She started to thrust up and down on him, her breast flopping against her
thin torso.
Edgar reached to grab the rouge breasts, and started to squeeze. His fingers found her
nipples and he gave them a pinch. Each time he pinched, the feline would moan, the harder
he pinched the loader the moan. She began thrusting faster. The bed was shaking fiercely.
Edgar was afraid someone would hear the festivities and come in to investigate.
The female started moaning and yelling loudly, clearly she had reached her first climax. Her
monad getting louder and longer, he body twitching as the sensation flowed through her
body. Slowly, her orgasm faded and she continued on.
They both shifted now, and the female was on her back, and Edgar was thrusting forward on
his knees. The girl continued to moan, and Edgar thrust harder and faster. She peeked
again and let out a loud scream. If anyone didn't hear that, it was a miracle. Edgar could
feel the pressure in his testicals, he was about to let loose any moment now. But he tried to
hold back. He wanted the experience to last as long as he could make it go.
They shifted positions again in to the doggy position. Edgar leaned forward, and hugged her
waist while thrusting inside of her. He grabbed her swaying breast and began squeezing her
nipples again. He trusted harder and she screamed in pleasure.
Edgar was doing everything in his power to not cum, but it was proving to be an almost
impossible task. The girl climaxed a third time, and they switch positions again. She pulled
off of him, and he laid back. She grabbed his cock, and shoved it in her mouth and began
sucking on it. This was it, Edgar was going to cum!
But before he got the chance she lifted up her head, pulled off the mask and said "Do you
recognize me now?" It was the sexy black cat from the costume shop! She went back to
Edgar's almost erupting cock, and sucked as hard as she could, and he finally let loose. A
flood of cum went flowing though his stiff pole, and deep into her mouth. She gulped it down
in pleasure. Edgar's body went limp from his orgasm. The last thing he saw was the black
cat with a smile on her face, and everything faded to darkness. Edgar passed out from the
relief.