This is a short tale of the Becoming Monsters Universe by AiLove.

  The ideas for this one came when I thought about how celebrating certain holidays would dramatically change in this universe. After all, when the thing that goes bump in the night is your next door neighbor Phil, it changes the nature of Halloween.

  Cameoing here are several characters from TheNyxianLily’s Blood and Chlorophyll. It is not necessary to have read those tales to enjoy this one, but I like tossing in-jokes at my co-writers. Especially ones as talented as she is.

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  All Tricks

  October 10th, two years after the Change

  “Three weeks until Halloween. Hard to believe it came around already.” The speaker was a Japanese woman, petite with long, bck hair.

  Sitting across from her at the outdoor table, eating chicken wings like his life depended on it, was a rge man. Very rge, about nine feet with green skin and muscles like mountains. “Time does that,” came his bass rumble. “Been so busy killing monsters and trying to live, I forgot what month it was. You think there’s gonna be trick-or-treating this year?”

  Sitting next to him and eating some pizza was a red-skinned Succubus, complete with wings, horns, and swishing tail. “Four years ago, I dressed up for Halloween in the same outfit the Change gave me ter,” she said. “You think anyone’s going to want to celebrate the ghoulies and ghosties and wee little beasties when a third of them are the things I just described? When the things that go bump in the night ate their friends and family?”

  To the Japanese woman’s left was a Hispanic-looking Human in light armor made from quilted fire-resistant cloth, smelling of smoke and the charred meat of things most at the table would prefer not to have to think of. He bowed his head. “What’s left of my own family held a Dia de los Muertos observation st year, but the streets are clear now. The governor announced it a week or two ago. No attacks against civilians in a month, and the only topside fights were accounted for by a mini-dungeon opening up. If we can’t have a party for one night in the most heavily protected pce in all of Chicago, then what have we been fighting for these st two years?”

  The Japanese woman looked a bit dreamy. “I would love to hear the sounds of celebration on these streets again. Do you think we can get the others on board?”

  “I wouldn’t be shocked either way,” the Fire magus said, “but I think you might be underestimating things. We haven’t had much reason to party around here in a long time. I’d say give it a shot, and we’ll see how it goes.”

  Lunch sted a few minutes more, and everyone there agreed to at least try to spread the word. The greenskin and the Fire Magus went off to the center of the crowds, done with Delving for the day and wanting to make sure they took care of the little incidentals before unwinding. Repairs, restocking, selling components. The lifeblood of the Delver is in the details. The Succubus and the other woman, though, walked slowly to the edge of camp. Towards a three-story building with a red light above the door. The demoness turned to her friend. “Bit of a stretch you talking about that, Aya. Especially when you’re one of those things I was talking about going bump in the night.”

  Aya, her main body not changing its petite form, sprouted four rge spider limbs from her back. Six small red eyes opened on her face and her mouth unfurled a couple of fangs. “I do appreciate you not saying that in front of regur customers, Tish. You can get away with feeding once a day, I still have to get three unless they’re on the hefty side. Like that Troll. It’s been over a year since I accidentally killed anyone, too.”

  Tish might be a Succubus, and she might not be able to hide it, but Aya was a Jorogumo. Her absolute slew of powers and monstrous physical might came with a Hunger that made the Succubus look like a nun. Thankfully, a couple of things were true about this brothel they both called home.

  First, they were not alone. A dozen of them, all dependent on sex in some way, lived and worked here. Some looked human, some looked demonic, some looked hooved or furry, one was a Dolphin Beastkin who had to go swim in Lake Michigan frequently. All of them worked together to make sure they got the right customers to the right people as often as possible. They got very, very good at their jobs. After all, their lives depended on it.

  Which brought them to point two. The brothel was situated almost literally on the border of Camp, catered to a variety of tastes, and made sure to set their prices slightly on the inexpensive side as such things went. That way, a procession of strong Delvers who had been swimming in adrenaline and testosterone and who needed to blow off steam made their inevitable way through their doors. They all had the pleasure of being regurly plowed like the first fields of spring (or ridden in Jerry’s case, the dies tended to like how his halo lit things up when he came into them), and their coffers never risked running low. Aya made sure of it, just as she made sure to enter the rotation frequently.

  They walked in to find the expected brisk business, but before long there was an undercurrent of something Aya should have expected. Chat of the coming Halloween, a growing excitement about it, and comments that the Delvers were starting to spread the word. It was the first time the old celebrations could be observed again. They were not going to pass it up.

  ***

  October 31st, two years after the Change

  “TRICK OR TREAT!”

  The kids were unbelievably cute. The group of six ranged in age from “barely old enough to walk enough” to “almost old enough to try to apply for a Delver Card,” with costumes that were barely more than sheets. The older two were a Goblin and a Ghoul, dressed as a Ghoul and a Goblin respectively. Creative, effective, and they probably had expert help applying it. None of this really helped the fact that this was the fourth such group to knock on the door of a brothel despite the red light shining a warning and ck of decorations out front. The girls still had to eat, so business was open, but this was getting awkward.

  The woman who had answered the door this time thankfully had the foresight to toss a bathrobe on, which covered her pendulous breasts and went down her goat legs to mid-thigh. She was clenching slightly to keep from dripping out the results of the customer she had just finished with. Thinking VERY quickly, she reached over to the breath mints they kept near the front door and handed one out to each of the visitors before they turned and left. “Aya, we need to do something about this.”

  The Japanese woman, spider features hidden since she was working, nodded back. “You’re right, this isn’t good. Maybe I can head to Camp and get some supplies to make a sign? It doesn’t have to be much, just enough to put on the wn to turn them away. Sound good to you, Vera?”

  The Faun, still standing at the front door, pondered it. “I think that’s the best we can do for now.” Tish and I can hold down the fort here while you’re out.”

  “Thanks. I promise I’ll be back as fast as I can.” Aya ducked into her room to swap out her easily-discarded robe for jeans and a long sleeved white shirt, stepped out of the building, and jogged to the Guild Hall. There, she found a party in full swing.

  Perhaps it was bias from being part-spider herself, but the first thing she noticed was the incredible amount of spider web decorating the pce. It was draped from trees. It lined paths. Treats hung from it in random pces for visitors to pick. Heck, even what little there was of the Bean was strewn with the stuff. She thought nothing of it until she noticed that a quarter of it was real, not some cheap imitation. Either some spiderfolk had been VERY busy the st day or two, or else some people who could summon or control the bugs had been. Either way, the effect made the colored lights and fog machines stand out even more. Music pyed from several pces, spooky cssics from a lifetime ago that made her remember the days before the world turned upside down. It seemed like every stand and every stall had something to give to visitors, and all of them were staffed by people either looking entertainingly monstrous or who were just pin monstrous and acting entertaining. The most important part, though, were the children.

  The running, shrieking, chattering, ughing, wonderful children. They were here. They had survived, kids in every shape and form. In a stall that Aya knew held a guild full of dog folk, three were being directed to drink from the punch bowl on the LEFT, since the one on the right was for adults. She walked by an enchanter’s stall, where another bunch shouted “trick or treat” and were rewarded with magical trinkets that glowed in the dark and little else. Two of them were trading candy with each other, one horse girl wanting the candy apple and willing to give up peanut brittle for it. They were everywhere.

  Aya knew she had a mission, but when she found a chair she could not walk another step. She sat in it, and she cried tears of joy. They had won. Humanity had survived. Here was the proof.

  “You too, huh?” The voice from behind her was harsh and raspy, a man who had seen too many years and too many battles. She turned, and he was standing there. A tattered tie-dye shirt set him apart, possibly there to be visible to some of the kids. The man himself was Human, easily over seventy and hard-worn from those years, but happy tears were in his eyes as well.

  “Yeah. After everything, it’s hard to believe.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of the children for long.

  “Like my dad once said, sometimes just living is enough. Which ones are yours?”

  “Oh! Right, none of them are. I need to get some sign making materials. I’m from the brothel, and we’ve been getting trick-or-treaters. Need to tell them not to knock.”

  The man ughed a huge belly ugh, drawing looks from a couple of the nearby adults. “Oh, I didn’t know what I was expecting you to say, but that wasn’t it. Hey! Freddie!”

  A teenage boy looked up and trotted over. He looked half-Human, half machine of some kind. It was actively hard to tell if it was all him or a costume. “Yes, sir?”

  “I’m giving you permission to use your Css abilities. Race home and get a poster board, glue, and two stakes for the woman.”

  “Yes sir!” He took off running, so fast that the breeze ruffled Aya’s hair significantly.

  “My oldest grandson. I’d tell you his story, but we don’t have time for it. Should be back in about thirty seconds if I know him.”

  Aya smiled. “Quite the talent he has there!”

  “That he does. Got good manners, too. Now if I could just get him to do his homework, we’d be all set.”

  Any further chat abruptly ended when the boy… no, the young man… arrived back even faster than the older man had said he might, breathing hard and carrying the requested materials. “I also got a marker for you, ma’am.”

  “Thank you! That was thoughtful, and no trouble had a chance to happen while you were away.”

  He smiled, a bright white but slightly crooked kind of thing. “Wicked. Do you need anything else? Someone made sausage rolls and they’re calling my name.”

  The old man grinned. “No, I think that’s it. Go have fun!” The boy vanished as though he’d teleported.

  A few more pleasantries were exchanged, but Aya did have to get back. It was with some regret that she stood and got moving. Away from the music, away from the ughter. Back to where she worked, still doing brisk business. Tish had turned a fifth group away not long before she got back. The Succubus looked at her as she stepped in. “You okay, Aya? It looks like you’ve been crying.”

  “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” Aya had, long ago, taken calligraphy csses. She didn’t have the time to make this one truly fancy, but it was better than nothing and readable. In bck ink on the white construction paper went the simple message which would go out front. One which would make sure no more children came to their door.

  NO TREATS

  ***

  October 31st, three years after the Change.

  “Felicia! Don’t forget to put out the sign!”

  The bright orange catgirl yelled back “I got two customers, boss, can you handle it?”

  Aya sighed, but went to dig through the supply closet to try to find it herself. Aya had asked her to do it mostly because the closet light had gone out earlier in the day, and by a stroke of ill luck they didn’t have a bulb on hand. Felicia could see in the dark, though, so she would have been a good choice. Thankfully, so could Aya. It still took a couple of minutes to get to where it was leaning against the wall in the back of a few piles of things.

  The st year had passed quickly. November first had arrived eventually, no matter how much everyone wanted the party to st. Then winter, followed by spring and summer as people got back to living, but now the air was starting to have a cool bite again. After the raging success of st year? This time, everyone knew the Guild Hall of Chicago was going to go all out. The schools were open again, and at least two were organizing css trips. The U of I campus was open, too, and the university students looked like they were going to make an occasion of it right with them. All this to say, the city was getting into it.

  Aya thought for a moment, then ducked into her room to change out her work robe for simple pants and a tee shirt. Much better to work in, much less likely to slip off and show something she shouldn’t outside. One hammer to go with the sign, and she got outside to put it in pce. Before she got far, another woman joined from inside. She was exquisitely beautiful, though the observer would be hard-pressed to remember any of her specific features ter. Was her skin pale, or was it exotically tanned? Did her piercing eyes seem to shine blue or green or brown? Nobody could agree. She also wore a bck long-sleeved shirt and bck denim pants, but these could not hide her feet. Her legs ended in broad hooves like a camel. “Hey, Aisha, you doing alright?”

  The woman smiled. Serenely, like she did almost everything. “I’m doing well. Are you ready for tonight?” Aisha held the sign steady as Aya kept up her work.

  “Definitely. We have Felicia on the desk tonight. Not on her Heat cycle, so she’ll only grab customers if we’re running full capacity. Considering I almost ran myself empty trying to get us all ready, that’s not too likely.” Aya stood, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “That’s done. Hopefully nobody underage comes to the red light district this year.”

  Aisha nodded. “We do have some time before we need to be out of the way. Want to go see the daytime stuff?”

  The Japanese woman quickly responded “of course! We just have to be back by four or so to get out of the way.”

  “Can we push it to four-thirty? I didn’t get to see much st year.”

  Aya’s smile got bigger and much warmer. “I think that’s fair. Come on, let’s not waste time!”

  The two practically skipped there. It wasn’t far, after all, and the occasion was joyous. Last year’s celebration was a night to remember. This year, if anything, was twice as wild. A Necromancer had animated a number of skeletons to carry serving ptters around with refreshments, he was also taking the opportunity to instruct them in some dance moves for the occasion. The effect in daylight was somewhat hirious. The effect at night was probably going to be something else entirely. Floating witch-lights were already empced and drifting slowly around Camp, the spider webs were back, and this time not a single stall was closed. Literally every door had decorations out and lights on. Guild rooms and crafters, food and merchandise sellers, mages and knights and acrobats. One Tinker had put together a number of fake, flying ghosts around his stall. One Cleric had shown him up by hiring half a dozen real ones for herself, who were trash talking the fakes at every opportunity.

  And, of course, the people. One unbelievably attractive Arctic Fox woman grabbed them both for a selfie. When she left, several others followed her. A knot of Humans looking like recent college graduates were going around, not in costume or anything, and taking in the sights before the kids got there. Not exactly something Aya or Aisha could throw stones at. A couple of folks who might have been in costume, might have been in their Delving gear, might have been wearing their gear as a costume, but in any case were trying to buy actual potions instead of punch in potion bottles. They knew there were way fewer people out now than there would be ter, but even so it seemed like they couldn’t take two steps without running into someone new.

  Aya noticed the necromancer putting on a red jacket, which in turn made her check the time. Four-fifteen. “Aisha, we have to go. Time waits for nobody, no matter how sexy.”

  “Already?” She looked at her watch. “That is a shame. They were just starting to let out the bats, too. Wait, that should have been a hint, shouldn’t it?” Aya nodded. “Ah, well. It was nice while it sted. Do you think we’ll be busy tonight?”

  The two started to walk back as Aya responded. “Look, it’s a giant party, involving a ton of emotion, including getting frightened. People get aroused in that state, and a lot of them don’t have people to go home to if they want to take care of that. Which is why we have a job. Last year we had a constant stream of customers until dawn, half of us had to take a few days off to recover. That’s why I have all hands on deck today.”

  “I guess that makes sense.” The two didn’t have too much more of a chance to talk before getting back. It was time to take their pces. Halloween had long been a chance to be sexy. Today was no different. At the front desk, Felicia was in a tiny bikini top and daisy dukes, showing off her trim and athletic build. Aisha put her own robe on, ready to discard at need. So did Aya. And the need was certainly present. It seemed that as soon as the sun touched the horizon, the customers started arriving.

  The first turned out to be a widowed father of two teens, who had dropped off his kids and was enjoying himself in the time he had free. He was followed by another who wanted to celebrate the day by having sex with the most monstrous worker at the brothel. A couple in costume who were just asking to use an empty room. They got a discount. One guy dressed like a priest who bought an hour with the Succubus and the Angel to rolepy temptation before having a threesome with them. The predicted bunches of people aroused by brushes with fear. The typical stream of people who were just pin horny with cash to spend on solving the issue. In all, a busy night.

  Aya had already helped one customer by the time one particur knock came, around midnight. She wasn’t sure why, but it sounded different. Could just be that the door wasn’t locked, most customers could just walk in. Maybe a Vampire who needed to be invited? Still, odd. Waving Felicia off, Aya made sure her robe was straight and answered the door. What was on the other side probably shouldn’t have surprised her.

  “TRICK OR TREAT!”

  Two guys were there, wearing letter jackets from U of I’s Chicago campus. They were smiling and giggling, obviously there on a dare of some kind. Aya felt a bit irritated at it all. Then, she came to a decision. She grinned. “Boys, did you see the sign out front?”

  The one on the left, brown hair in a longer style he obviously thought looked good on him, responded. “Yeah, we did.”

  “And you’re in college, so that should mean you can read enough to know there are no treats here.”

  The other one, a nicely muscur blond, nodded.

  “Then I guess THAT JUST LEAVES TRICKS” As the sentence progressed, she let go of her careful control of her body. The rasping tone of her natural vocal cords reasserted themselves, her extra eyes opened and her mouth unfurled into its palps and fangs. Her four deceptively huge pitch-bck spider limbs emerged from her back, the top two seizing the now-terrified college students by the colrs. They tried to run, but neither was any match for the pure power a Jorogumo could call upon. turning, she rapidly began to stride through the building to get to her room, dragging them behind her. Tossing both against a wall, she flung web at them. They found themselves attached to the walls by thick white ropes with more than eight times the tensile strength of bridge cable. “Alright, boys. I’m Hungry, you’re avaible, and there isn’t anything you can do to stop me if I was the type. The safe word is ‘Mephisto’ if I’m too much for you. Now for the fun part.” All four incredibly powerful limbs reached out and tore their pants down and off of them, freeing a pair of absolutely rock-hard cocks to wave in the air. The blond had the smaller dick, so while Aya lined herself up with the brown-haired one she seized him with all four of her spider limbs to carry him in front of her.

  With a gutteral shout, Aya speared herself on the man still stuck to the wall. As she kept thrusting herself upon him, she took the other man and pulled him towards her, slurping him up into her maw. Neither of them had any control of the matter, she just took them and used their bits like they belonged to her. The process was embarrassingly short. Both were aroused beyond belief by the terror they’d been spiked with, and she was very, very good at her job. Barely a minute ter, the man behind her let loose into her waiting depths with a shout of his own. Before he was even finished cumming, she felt the cock in her mouth expand and spray the blonde’s own seed down her throat. She Fed deeply upon them both, draining them well past the point she usually stopped but stopping well short of permanent injury.

  Some three minutes ter, the two of them staggered back out the front door. They were exhausted, disheveled, and wore incredibly dopey grins pstered across their faces. They even managed to make it four steps past the fence before colpsing into their friends’ arms. Six minutes of conversation ter, there was a knock on the brothel door. It was four other college students.

  “TRICK OR TREAT!”

  ***

  November 1st, three years after the Change

  The skies were a bit cloudy, the breeze blowing outside. It was about eleven in the morning. Most of the dies had already woken up, gotten breakfast, taken care of themselves, and gotten started with their days. There were a couple of rooms near the back of their home that were a bit of a different case. In one, Aya was just barely waking up. Bleary eyed, she stumbled over to her door to hit the lights. She missed, tried again, then finally got them by aiming a bit lower on her third try. The sudden shine stabbed her eyes, but with some focus she looked around her private room. This wasn’t where she’d serviced the trick-or-treaters (including one of the second batch, though others had handled the other three), but rather where she’d gone in an unaccustomed shimmery haze of power. Truly feeling full for the first time since the Change was a bit of a switch. As she tried to focus, she felt that the angles were all off. Like she was standing on her little step stool, instead of ft on the ground.

  Then again, there was something else off about the room. Specifically that there were rge shards of bck chitin all over the pce. Shaking her head, she got a hold of herself. Aya put it all together. She’d molted overnight from having all of that power. That probably meant other changes, she ran over to her desk and pulled out a measuring tape she usually used on new girls to make sure they were being honest. This time, it was for herself. A little bit of wiggle room was to be expected when measuring one’s own height. Not a full four inches of extra altitude. On a hunch, she took a couple more measurements as well. An extra inch around the bust and the hips, too. Aya dropped her tape. She grabbed her robe and put it on, feeling the extra bit of leg above her ankle that was still exposed to air.

  As she left the room, Aya practically collided with Aisha. The enigmatic woman was moving slowly and carefully, looking like she had just gotten out of a shower. She, too, was practically radiating power that she had stocked up on by dominating the remaining three college students. Giving one a tit job while one of the others swore she was ft as a board was something only she could do, and all three had been practically fighting each other physically to get the chance at a woman who checked every one of their boxes… despite each of those boxes being wildly different from each other.

  Aisha raised one eyebrow at her boss. “You look like you had a good night.”

  “Very good one. Tell the rest of the girls. Anyone who can, I want to have a meeting after lunch. We may have been looking at this the wrong way.”

  ***

  October 31st, four years after the Change

  The sign the girls were putting in the front yard this time was much rger than the one they’d had for the past couple of years. For one, it had rained briefly st year before they’d gotten around to taking down the old one. It might have served them well, but it wasn’t legible anymore. The new one was bigger, too. It had to be to fit the new text on it. Aya had taken several days to get the inking right, and they had hired a professional to do the colors. A rather handsome professional who had been paid in full, properly, and then given a free pass by most of the girls for one free session with each of them. A grateful professional, as it were, who was both very good at his job and very eager to give them his best.

  The text was definitely in the same theme as st year, but the delivery was very different. “Tricks Inside, Treats At The Hall” it decred. Word on the street was that a great many college students and quite a few others wanted to come see what it was about. Twenty dies manned the brothel. Normally, this meant somewhere from five to ten might be on the job in a given night. All twenty stood ready this time, along with a couple of temporary staff for the front desk. Also grateful professionals, those temps. Those two had already cashed in one of their passes each, which would helpfully let them focus better on desk duties instead of on their own dicks.

  Still, only so many rooms were usable at once, and though the ws were still being hotly debated the one thing that people agreed on was that their business should be safely kept in private. This is why Aya volunteered to tag in ter on, once a couple of the other girls had their fill or had done as much as they could. She’d managed to get used to her new height fairly quickly, and given that her wardrobe was robes most days, repcing it hadn’t taken much, but the pep in her step had taken some time to fade. She was excited to see the sights this year. Especially since this time she would be able to see them after the sun went down.

  As the customers began to stream in, Aya slipped out. The girls had it, she’d just be in the way for the first bit. At least, that’s what she told herself, grinning like a schoolgirl and merrily walking towards the dancing lights hovering above the Guild Hall. The sounds struck her, much further out than she expected. Two years ago, she had been driven to joyful tears by the shrieks and ughs she heard. Last year, it was much louder. It was, if anything, even more so now. Thankfully, she was made of tougher stuff now as well. While she shed a tear or two of joy, she managed to keep herself composed to see what else was going on. She could clearly say that she wanted the non-alcoholic punch despite being adult enough to drink, and she could very much enjoy the combination of sweet and spicy fvors it held. A Dryad was handing out candy to kids in a costume that looked like a rotted tux with a giant, billowing cape with a red lining. Cheap pstic fangs showed at her teeth. Behind her, an unreasonably attractive Vampire sat strumming a melody on an acoustic guitar, one that brought back memories of lyrics half-forgotten, of monsters partying together. She was covered in leaves, vines, and sticks. Ah, they must be together. The tradition of dressing as each other had taken hold, and was quite entertaining. Especially when they were clearly as in love as their gnces towards each other seemed to indicate.

  She got some trick or treating in, herself, and was enjoying a lollypop when she picked out some voices from behind her. They sounded like college students, and they seemed excited in a way that was out of tune with the rest of the surroundings. She gnced back, and found out she was absolutely right. U of I students, and they were looking directly at her. Like they recognized her. Perhaps from certain stories from st year. Aya decided to make it a bit of a show, giving them a broad wink then suggestively licking the lollipop. Crude? Perhaps, but it was certainly effective. The cluster of boys got very, very excited right about then, and Aya took the opportunity to mysteriously vanish from their sight by ducking into another knot of people. The fact that there was a tall Human Wizard in a leather duster coat there helped her do so.

  It was getting te, time to go. Even if it was like wading through a river of revelers, a veritable tide of trick or treaters, she got loose eventually. Back at the brothel, Aya walked back to see the front desk handling their one-day policy of Tricks.

  “The rules are simple,” one of the guys was saying. “Each person working here came up with a Trick. Double or nothing, if you want to go for it you ante up a bit extra. Then, if you beat the Trick, you go home with your money still in your pocket and an extra session free on us. Don’t worry, none of the workers here are into pain or denial for their Tricks.”

  The man facing him was about six and a half feet of green muscle, probably an Orc. He sniffed and looked over at the women in the waiting room. “The Dolphin woman, she’s here?”

  The desk worker nodded at the gray-skinned stunner. “Karana is! Shall I get her?”

  “Yeah, and I want to try this trick.” The Orc spped down some extra coins onto the counter while the worker went to fetch a Dolphin Beastkin. Aya smiled on the inside, she knew what Trick Karana had pnned, and it was the hardest one in the house.

  Karana walked up. “Hello, there, handsome, I hear you’re here trying to get past my Trick to get your treat, is that true?”

  “That’s me, yep.” He was obviously eager to start. “What’s the trick?”

  “Super simple. Once we get started, I’m going to do everything I can to make you cum in less than three minutes. We’ll keep going to the end no matter what, but if you can hold out you win.” She looked over at Aya. “Mind judging for this one? My st one wanted to dispute it despite losing by a mile.”

  “It will be my pleasure! Normal room?” Aya was already walking down the hall.

  “Of course. Sir, if you’ll follow us?” The walk was perhaps a dozen seconds. Karana had a hard time with stairs sometimes, so she was down on the first floor. As soon as they got into the room and closed the door, both dies removed their robes. “Come on, big guy, you’re overdressed!”

  He was soon nude, and getting visibly excited. Karana, despite her skin tone, was quite shapely. Aya was no slouch herself, and both were focused on him. “When do we start?”

  Aya nodded, looking at the Dolphin woman. “You ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “Begin!”

  Karana was on her knees, blowing the man with wild abandon. Unlike most women, she didn’t have to stop to breathe. The blowhole on the back of her neck saw to that. The man was clearly enjoying himself, but equally clearly this wasn’t going to get done in time. Sixty seconds after she started, the Dolphin woman reached between her legs to rub herself, her hand coming away shiny with the jelly-like lubrication she put out. She pulled her face back off the Orc’s sizable green schlong, then nodded at Aya.

  They’d done this before. Aya needed orgasms to live. Karana just really liked sex... and possessed a chemical in her natural lubricant that could literally make a man orgasm himself unconscious if she used too much. As she rubbed the secretions into the Orc’s member, the man’s face went from confident determination to extreme pleasure to helpless panic in seconds. Aya took her cue and dove in, swallowing the now-avaible dick to the hilt as he began to cum, Feeding upon him happily. The man kept on cumming for an impressive amount of time, and by the time he finished he half-colpsed backwards onto the bed. Karana stood, stretching. “I win the Trick, but I think you don’t mind much, do you? Especially since you still have another fifty minutes of me to go. Let’s talk a bit while you recover.”

  Aya knew how to take a hint. She put her robe on and got going. The chatter in the waiting room was light-hearted. They were all feeding well this evening, and so far only a single Trick had been beaten. “Seriously, I didn’t expect him to have wings hidden under his sweater. As soon as he whipped them out it was all over…”

  The conversation was interrupted by a loud noise from the front. “TRICK OR TREAT!” It was the college students from before. Aya stood. She knew they were here for her.