Party Favors

	Megan stood on her front porch, waving while the last of her Halloween party guests drifted into the night.  "Thanks for coming, my little ghouls and goblins!  See you on Christmas!"
	A few of the departing guests shouted cheery farewells to her through the leafmould-scented darkness.
	The church bell on the other side of town tolled midnight, its sonorous chimes echoing through the deserted streets.  She giggled and ran her hand over the plywood and paper decorations that transformed her house into a gaunt, Transylvanian castle.  For one last moment, she let herself become the mysterious vampire queen, mistress of forbidden delights.  She'd stolen the show, to the delight of her guests, and even her fangs - granted to her by some cunning spellcraft - had been a hit.
	When the chimes faded, she turned to go back inside.  The remnants of the party greeted her.  Paper streamers and spider-and-pumpkin confetti littered every surface, along with myriad candy wrappers.  Two of her crepe paper bats hung askew on their threads, and icing-smeared plates were all the remained of the vast cake she'd baked.  Pouring a glass of red wine, Megan sank down onto her sofa and fumbled at the front of her dress.  Magnificent as she looked in her vampire costume, the tight black bodice tended to pinch a bit.  With the last button undone, the dress slipped partway down her shoulders, freeing two-thirds of her mighty breasts to the cool night air.  Sipping her wine, she breathed a sigh of relief and snuggled back into the cushions.
	A clattering rose from the kitchen, as of dishes being washed, accompanied by singing in a pleasant, masculine baritone.  The clink of plates and flatware drowned out the words, but she felt certain she recognized the voice.  Leaning forward, she called out.  "Torsten?"
	The noise and the singing stopped, followed briefly by an embarrassed silence.  Torsten peeked around the door frame, a sheepish look on his face.  "There were so many dishes, I...  I just thought I'd help out a little."
	"You know guests don't work in my house, silly."  Megan patted the sofa beside her.  "Come sit down and have a drink with me."
	Drying his hands on a towel, Torsten stepped into the room.  In honor of the lupine half of his heritage, he had come dressed as a werewolf.  Which mostly meant wearing artfully tripped bluejeans and a ruffled mane.  He made it halfway across the room before he stopped and looked away, blushing bright red.  "Megan, your br... Uh, your...  You're slipping out."
	Megan glanced down.  Her dress had slipped down further, leaving her breasts entirely bared.  Grinning, she shook her shoulders to make them bounce.  "Nothing you've not seen before, darlin'.  No need to be bashful.  Now, sit.  Please?"
	He sat, his larger bulk taking up most of the rest of the space beside her.  "You worked so hard all night, serving drinks, making snacks, all that kinda stuff.  I just thought it might be nice if someone helped you out a little."
	"All that was my pleasure, darlin', you know that.  I had a blast, seeing everyone so happy and I've always enjoyed cooking."  Megan scooted closer to him, breathing in the spicy scent of his cologne.  "But if you wanna help a girl out, I'm sure we can find a way."
	Lifting one of his arms, she draped it round her shoulders, clasping one of his hands to her chest.  His blush deepened, but he didn't pull away.  He cupped her left breast in his hand, fingers sinking into the soft orb.  "Perhaps a sweeter treat than that cup of wine?"
	Sliding her palm along his leg, she let her fingers run lightly over the growing girth within.  "Something a girl can really sink her teeth into."
	Grinning down at her, Torsten gave her nipple a light pinch.  "Little bunny certainly knows how to tempt the big, bad wolf."
	Wriggling a little, she toyed with his zipper, feeling his arousal grow.  "Someone's mixing up his fantasies."
	"Nonsense."  He gasped softly when she gave his girth a squeeze.  "Vampires and werewolves go together like cream and cheese."
	"And the vamps always win."  Untabbing his trousers, she pushed them quickly to his knees.  Freed from its cloth prison, Torsten's erection sprang up in an eruption of flesh.  It bumped lightly against Megan's muzzle, somehow growing even larger than it already was.  
	With a soft growl, Torsten clamped his hand on top of Megan's head.  "We'll see about that, won't we bunny?"
	Unable to resist anymore, Megan ran her tongue along Torsten's shaft.  His taut flesh pulsed hotly in her muzzle, and Torsten gave a sort of half-sigh, half-growl of sheer pleasure.  This slid into a soft moan as she took him fully into her mouth.  Torsten's cock throbbed hotly in Megan's mouth, his salty pre slicking her tongue.  She savored the taste of it, bobbing her head up and down in slow thrusts.  His hips rocked in time to her suckling, while his hand wrapped around one of hers, fingers interlocking.
	She pushed deeper, she swallowed as much of his cock as she could manage.  As she did, she sped up, encouraged by his panting moans and eager thrusting.  Slipping her free hand down, she cupped his balls lightly in her palm, stroking them gently with her fingers.  The weight of them excited her, and as more of his hot pre poured down her throat, she felt a growing wetness between her thighs.  It has been months since her last romp with Torsten, and she yearned to feel him inside of her again.
	Not wanting to rush things, Megan lingered around the tip, savoring the smoothness of his glans, and the nubby little feline barbs just below, courtesy of his feline blood.  She'd felt them before and, as always, they fascinated her.  They weren't sharp, but just nubbly enough to send happy tingles down her spine.  They rasped lightly against her tongue and tickled her lips as she pulled back, panting a little for breath.
	Noticing her hesitation, Torsten relaxed his grip.  "Problem, bunny?"
	"Not at all."  Giving him one more lick, Megan stroked his saliva-slick glans.  "You have such a cool penis."
	"I—"  His blush was practically audible.  "I do?"
	"Uh-huh.  All these cool little nubs."  Stroking his cock with the tips of her fingers, Megan turned it gently this way and that, peering closer.
	"You've felt them before," Torsten said.
	"I know, but I was kinda distracted by other things at the time.  Like getting fucked by a hot stud."  Slipping her hand down to the base of his penis, she cupped her palm around his knot.  "Or waiting for this."
	His tail wagged a couple of times, tickling her legs and he petted her ears.  "I know how much you like that part, bunny."
	She gave him another little squeeze to make him moan.  "It's the best part.  That and the snuggling after.  But, tonight, I wanna feel everything."
	Standing, Megan shucked her dress, kicking it behind her with a flourish.  She twirled once, slowly, to let Torsten take in the sight of her, grinning at his eager growl.  "There's my big, bad wolf."
	Torsten clamped his hands on either side of Megan's waist.  With hardly an effort, the bigger hybrid pulled her up to straddle his lap.  Purring softly, Megan leaned forward to envelope Torsten's muzzle between her breasts while wriggling her hips to rub her slick vulva along the tip of his cock.  Shivering under her touch, Torsten clamped his mouth around one of Megan's nipples, rolling his hot tongue over her tender flesh.
	Megan buried her nose against Torsten's mane, breathing again his spicy, masculine scent.  "Push into me.  But.  Slowly."
	He shoved down on her hips, forcing her legs to bend while his thick cock parted her vaginal lips and slid into her soaking tunnel.  As he did, he continued to suckle at her breast, grazing her pert nipple lightly with his teeth.  This time, more than any other, she felt his soft feline barbs brushing against her most vulnerable flesh and a sight of bliss escaped her.  "That's a good boy."
	The thump-thump of his wagging tail sounded behind her as he pushed her all the way down until she bumped lightly against his half-swollen knot.  There he paused, his girth filling her completely.  With one final nip at her breast, Torsten raised his head and kissed her.  Softly.  Gently.  But with an eagerness that vibrated through his whole body.
	Pulling back, he gazed into her eyes.  "Ready to bounce, bunny?"
	Megan planted a playful kiss on his nose.  "All night, my big, bad wolf."
	Leaning back a little, Torsten bucked his hips, slowly pistoning his cock in and out of her dripping pussy.  Clutching him close, with her head resting on his shoulder, Megan matched his rhythm, bouncing her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts.  Each one elicited a little gasp from her as his knot bumped against her, and a soft purr at the feel of his barbs raking her tight passage.  She nibbled his ear.  "You are amazing, Torsty."
	He gave another happy growl and thrust faster, the two of them meeting with a slap each time that echoed around the house.  Megan gasped and panted, gripping him tight as she sought to match him.  With each thrust, the tingling down her spine grew, spreading through her and matching an equal buzz in her loins.  She nuzzled his neck, licking and nipping at the tender flesh.  "Y... you kn... know what I want."
	Wrapping his arms around her, Torsten twisted, flipping Megan onto her back so he lay on top of her.  His thrusts grew even faster, his cock pummeling her insides as she wrapped her legs around his waist.  With a grunt and a final growl, Torsten hilted her, burying his heated flesh deeper than ever in her welcoming passage.  His swollen knot popped in just as he came, flooding Megan's womb with jet after jet of hot seed.  She clung tightly to him, as a second later her orgasm sent waves of sheer pleasure sweeping over her.
	Afterward, waiting for Torsten's knot to go down, they lay comfortably together with their arms around one another.  Megan gave Torsten another kiss, then tilted her head back and nuzzled him, rubbing her chin against him.
	Torsten blinked at her and tilted a quizzical ear.  "Why?"
	Megan laughed and chinned him again.  "It's bunny for 'you're mine'.  At least for tonight."
	He smiled and licked her ear.  "Sounds good to me."