My HoloLewds

The night invited the foul and naughty into the streets of California on the day of Halloween, and rumors shared, with pamphlets and eager smiles, the craziest party of the city that one day was going to be held into the most humble, and friendly neighborhood in the suburbs.

The kids and teens were no longer to be seen, the tricks were over and the threats were in, the streets were empty of cars and slowly filling up with people, not only from the houses to the sides but from corners of the city as well, and a quarter of college alumni made a presence in that particular big house made of wood.

Dancing music blasting on, calling up to rave for the growing mass of people dressing in costumes. The entrance welcomed those eager to drink and shake their hips with a contradictory, lively group of zombie girls, enchanting both men and women with their bright eyes, wide smiles, and bodies covered with stitches.

Inside the wooden house, the party transcended to what the outside was yet to reach, fluorescent lights, a powerful bass making the furniture and glass shake, and more than a hundred people hoping and trying to fit in, with red plastic cups on their hands, living up the night, stealing glances at those with skimpy outfits.

Nearly at the time of midnight, the floor was a mess of confetti, glitter, broken pieces of cheap costumes, plastic cups, and small ponds of beer with orange juice and sangria, vodka, and lemon. And the musk, inside of that tight group of people, was of perfume and sweat, makeup and mints, estrogen and semen, it was a night for the adults, and things didn't hesitate to escalate, on the contrary, they were encouraged to elevate.

In that wonderful mess of what the Halloween party had grown and devolved, there was a hesitant blonde girl, holding her beer cup awkwardly in her right arm, confused and lost on what to do in the middle of those people, how to act what to say, Fauna was in clear discomfort, as everyone could see her standing while dressed in her cow bikini.

On her bright and beautiful blonde hair, right in front of her wooden antlers, rested a headband with cow ears and horns made of artificial cloth. long gloves that started on her arms and ended in her elbows, long boots that reached below her knees, and a simple, skimpy, two-piece bikini, all of them with a cow-print design. Her half-naked body breathing in the musk of the party, the sweetheart face of the gentle but curvaceous girl sunk in awkwardness from the lustful stares of many men and women alike.

Wearing that outfit, her body had no contestant to fight against, her breasts barely holding by unreasonably strong, thin straps, and her buttocks peeking out the white fabric, showing the hairless and softness of her skin. But Fauna wasn't having it, there was no joy or pleasure in being the quiet center of attention, and there were no prizes to claim from being seen with lust by men walking with their girlfriends, nor by the tall women about to walk up to her and ask her out for a drink.

After all, it wasn't on Fauna's plans to spend the night like this, it was, after all, the conclusion of losing a bet with her dear friends, who, contrary to her, were openly enjoying the disaster being made in their own house, laughing with the neighbors, strangers, and zombie-people in their house that night. 

When a new and sudden burst of excitement made her shriek in surprise, the mass of people began to tighten as a new group who was waiting outside found space in the house after the zombies managed to safely remove most of the Council's furniture. "Wait... Wait!" Fauna began to panic, being pushed against people, dropping her cup with sangria. She stammered between the ruckus, trying to run away by slipping her body to one corner of the wide living room.

It was then that Fauna knocked her head with a hurtful bump against the face of another woman. Tightly closing her eyes, she held her head with both hands, slightly crouching her back and muffling a cry of pain "Ugh..." It was a stinging pain, unable to open her eyes right away, as her feelings of sadness worsened from the hit, she instinctively held on the shoulder of the other girl to avoid losing balance and falling.

"Hey... Watch where you're walking to, today's is not the day I lose an eye!" The young woman she was holding on her shoulder screamed at her, for her anger to reach beyond the blasting music into Fauna's ears. "You're... Oh," The unknown woman paused, her angered voice lowered fast and her words disappeared in the background of the bass, but to Fauna it felt, at the smallest glance, like words of concern, as the woman put her hand over the one Fauna put on her shoulder.

Fauna stood firmly for a few seconds, waiting for the sting and the ringing in her head to disappear "I'm sorry! I was trying not to get stepped on!" She screamed back in vain with her soft voice. Worried about the sudden mood swing from anger to quietness, Fauna inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, but she couldn't believe what she saw.

Right in front of her, holding her hand, a girl was dressing in a two-piece kitty outfit, the one with a cropped cat face at the top of her chest. She had a slim frame, pitch-white skin, and long black hair down to her hips, with a humble chest and pronounced hips, her head had a bandana with cat ears, and her face was painted with an innocent couple of whiskers and an animal nose, and her feet were dressing on a couple of run-down sneakers.

For a brief moment of incredulity, they looked at each other with red cheeks and a nervous smile. They both were practically half-naked, with a prop of an animal tail pulling down their bikini bottom, loosely tied with the most useless straps to the sides of their hips, wearing a top they had to stay vigilant wouldn't slip and show their nipples, they were dressing differently, but they were the same.

None of them could tell in the deafening music who was the one who burst into a peal of laughter, laughter of extreme relief, but one followed the other, feeling sorry for the other, feeling relieved for the other, all in a mutual understanding needless of words. At that moment at last, for the first time that Halloween night, Fauna didn't feel lonely.

They held each other hands and smiled at each other, sharing words of comfort none of them could hear, giggling awkwardly when looking at the seemingly naked curves of the other. However, Fauna's meeting with that girl wouldn't last long, to her shocking realization, the cat girl's shoulders were held by a black girl wearing a cheap satan costume, a two-piece, red bikini with red little horns, a cape, and a tail. "This is my friend ah, uh, bye!" Fauna managed to read the lips of the cat girl who was driven away from her by a line of girls, all dressed in skimpy or quite revealing outfits joined as a group, the parade of butt-naked-ish women made Fauna's face fluster.

She looked in silent shock as they danced away with the cat girl, one after the other it looked like they had less and less clothing, but for her, that was a huge revelation, one that opened her eyes for good and made her raise her head from her awkwardness and sadness. They had all been in front of her from the beginning, but she was too focused on her thoughts to realize, she wasn't alone, and she wasn't the only one being seen.

Wherever her eye posed she would find a girl with tight short shorts, a mini skirt, even a micro skirt, tight leather full-suits, and plenty of costumes where the top was a simple bikini. From angels to devils, from dogs to cat girls, demons and succubi all together, an honest smile poured on her face, every one of those women was dressing to some level like her, and still, they were freely enjoying the moment to its fullest.

Without another thought of hesitation in her head, Fauna's shoulders loosened, and when she walked to the table with the ice and drinks, her hips were shaking, her cow tail was swinging, and her lips smiled in a tiny giggle from the men who gasped when they looked at her passing by. She took a new cup and poured plenty of ice, artificial strawberry juice, and vodka, mixing up all together slowly with her right pinky, and giving it a little sippy test. "Uhm... Perfect" She whispered before taking a longer sip, and before the cup would separate from her lips, she elevated her hand again, drinking further, enjoying the sweetness of the liquor, how easy it went down, and how easy it sat on her stomach. The cup got empty at the same speed she took in making it, after sharing an ashamed giggle, she recreated the mix a second time, this chance, sipping slowly while returning to the dance floor.

It started comically and slowly, her feet following the rhythm of the music, step after step, slowly sipping on the adultered strawberry juice, she finally smiled, feeling everyone's eyes and no one's at the same time, the musk in the air, the coldness of her thighs, the warmth growing in her abdomen, and the sweat running through the length of her neck, all of what had been bothering her was now a nuisance not worth worrying for, and when the second cup was empty, her arms freely got up in the air, following the lead of the zombie DJ like the rest of the people, and dancing to his beat.

There was no longer a feeling of shame from the way her breasts swayed as if her bikini top wasn't holding onto them at all, there was no shame for the way she shook her hips from side to side and in circles, letting the curves of her buttocks match with the bending of her spine in a set of alluring looks. There was no point in feeling shame when she wasn't the only one revealing her body to others, being seen by no one and everyone at the same time, she was just a fleeting, sensual image to their eyes, one they were hoping they could remember tomorrow, but they knew they wouldn't remember her next week, and that conclusion, was the one driving Fauna to finally enjoy the party being host at her house.

The now careless Kirin didn't notice the moment when she started dancing with her eyes closed and leaving no time in between, she quickly lost balance when fixing her hair, leaning her back on the chest of a man, who shyly held her from her naked shoulders so she wouldn't fall. Fauna tried to apologize the very moment she felt the weakness in her ankles that led her to fall over the man, but her mouth went silent when the skin of her back and the nape of her head felt the chest of that man, it was solid muscle, combined with his rough digits and the heat from the alcohol running on his veins, burning his skin and Fauna's alike when holding her shoulders, made the girl quickly explode vividly red.

That was of course, until she turned around to try for a second time and apologize. In front of her now there wasn't a shy cat girl in a two-piece set, there was a man whose height was at least forty centimeters above her head. He was naked from neck to hips, he wasn't bulk, but his muscles were big and pronounced, a young, light-skinned black man revealed most of his body except for his crotch, which was covered by a lion-cloth made of fake leaves. But the thing that surprised her the most, the one that made her fail to apologize for a second time, and laugh her lungs out, was the handcraft, paper mache Digglet helmet over his head, completely sealing his face with cartoony long, black eyes and a porky, pink nose.

"Oh my... Goodness!" Fauna snorted, gently holding in her stomach, shyly shaking her face and trying to cover her mouth. "I'm sorry I was trying to apologize but your face took me by surprise..." She attempted to elevate her voice as loud as her softness allowed her to be, hoping the man in the helmet could hear her. "Is that supposed to be... that Pokemon meme...?" Fauna questioned with a clear flustered face, not being able to focus on his face, her attention was drawn to his body covered by muscles, the gentle lines of his arms regardless of his physical, and that wasn't helping her either.

Forcing herself to match her eyes with the ones painted with black marker ink, Fauna made a gesture with her free left hand, inviting him to take his helmet off "I'm sorry I fell on you, I'm not drunk I swear" She giggled shyly "Can you show me your face? You sure took a smile out my face with that outfit."

The man crossed his arms together and responded with a deep voice to her "... Digglet..." while making a stance, but Fauna just looked back at him confused about his reaction. The man with the paper mache helmet will soon realize in muted embarrassment that his voice wouldn't reach outside the helmet with the loud music of the party, so instead, he decides to give into Fauna's request, break his posture, and use both hands to remove the paper helmet out his head.

Fauna's blood kept on pumping to her face, visibly flustered yet masked by the shades of the night and the fluorescent lights, in front of her now stood a handsome, young black man with freckles on his face, bright green eyes and short curly hair, hitting all of her week spots, making the girl gulp down saliva, unable to spout a word for a brief second. Clutching her right arm in the middle of her breasts, she tried to calm down as quickly as possible, hypnotized by the freckles and the green of his eyes "So...? Is that the Pokemon meme or not?" She asked as loud as she could, with a giggle in between.

Following her giggle with a little laughter, the man crouched his back to slightly get to her height, smiling shyly at her and forcing himself not to look at her breasts, but anywhere else where his eyes could pose, was on her spotless white skin, either her shoulders or her thighs, there was no escape from her alluring semblance. "What... what did you say?" He chuckled nervously, the way they shared glances at the other, and the volume of the music not letting their ears catch a word of what they were saying wasn't helping them at all.

But the flustered Fauna insisted, now making a wide gesture with her right hand while pointing at the helmet "I mean the Digglet...! Did you make it yourself?" She questioned while standing on the tips of her toes doing so, trying her best for her words to reach.

Somehow the man had seemed to understand her this time, he took on the helmet and let another nervous laugh invade his face while explaining "Nah I suck at this, but my mom thought making it from scratch would be fun, so she made it for me!" He explained all shy, avoiding eye contact when doing so.

From the other side, Fauna seemed to have understood the reply, getting as shy as him "I see, your mom is quite good at it, you look awesome with that put on" She tried to compliment.

"What?" But once again, her words wouldn't reach, it wasn't that she wasn't speaking loud enough, it was that this time her comment was too long.

Puffing her cheeks, growing annoyed at the miscommunication between the two, "Let's just stop speaking!" She proposed, although that too was something she wasn't so sure it reached his ears. But even if they stopped talking, it wasn't like she wanted to leave his side, Fauna couldn't stop smiling like a teenager with a crush when looking both at his face and muscles and now, she would make a gesture with her hands and lips the man would easily understand.

"Do you wanna dance?"

Taking the lead, the half-naked kirin took the man by the wrist and pulled him to one side of the dance floor, a corner where she couldn't see her friends, and where she thought her friends wouldn't see her and ruin her fun. The shyness between the two made it easier to understand each other gestures, it was just two young people, with a few drinks on their blood, warm stomachs, and fuzzy heads, but still, they were gentle with the other, and soon each other would also realize how little they cared about the lustful looks they were sharing, instead, they encouraged the other to keep looking.

In a party where everyone was being seen and ignored at the same time, at a time where everyone was minding their own business even if they noticed something odd was happening with the couple to their side, no one batted an eye when the unchallenged contestant with her curvaceous figure finally choose a man, the one dressed as an Internet joke from a videogame, and started dancing with him, close and tight.

Progressively as one song changed to another, the words of the zombie DJ no longer had any sense, any logical sound in their ears, Fauna and the man just used his beats as excuses to keep getting closer to each other. Speaking out was useless, to try and signal their excitement, their desire, their consent, in a situation so loud and so messy would only break the mood, with only smiles to share with the other, their gentle gestures mixing with their now fading shyness, they grew handsy with the other.

Fauna gasped lustfully at the touch of the man's warm hand from the alcohol posing on her back, his fingers running down along the line of her spine, reaching her loin and finding comfort near the fabric of her bikini bottom. Unable to return the favor with the long cow-print gloves around her arms, she did the second best thing Fauna could think in that situation, leaning forward on him while dancing, and letting her large, soft breasts rest over his hard chest.

The smiles they shared at that moment were void of shyness, it was a smile of compliance. She knew he was getting hard, she could feel the bulge growing inside his loincloth, poking her crotch from her bikini bottom. He enjoyed the look of her hard, erect nipples slipping from her bikini top as the straps got loose when she poured her chest over him. They kept on dancing, slowly shaking their hips, poorly discreetly masking the boiling desire to dryhump the other.

Bathing in each other's warmth, bathing in each other's sweat, feeling their respiration on their face and chest respectively, the strong odor of liquor coming from their mouths. The realization of all those things taking place made Fauna suddenly snap from her building-up desire, and now self-aware of her feelings, her shyness came back, forcing her to separate from the man, fix her breasts inside her bikini top, and turn her back to him.

The man on the other hand, upon seeing the way she reacted, gave him a small glimpse of time to also acknowledge everything he was doing at that moment, but contrary to Fauna, instead of backing off, he took a step forward and closed the gap between them again, stealing a squeak of surprise from her as he took Fauna from her hips and pulled her close to him, firmly pressing his erection over her buttocks from inside their clothes.

Locked in that position, they pretended to dance for a moment, neither completely sure of what to do next, shaking their hips in opposite directions, would only increase the lust for the other, as the man's bulge rubbed over Fauna's soft buttocks. It was then when the man leaned on her ear, and without any shame, he detached his left hand from her hip to firmly and roughly get grasp of her breast, squeezing it from over the bikini, making Fauna's legs tremble, and a long moan to come out "My house is kind of far away, but I have a car, wanna come?"

His invitation, his proposition, whispered directly in Fauna's ear, wasn't something she could pretend not to have heard. His hands continued firmly holding her body, her right hip, and her left breast, her heart was beating out of her chest, her vision was getting clouded, her respiration increased panicked, she knew the meaning of those words, she couldn't fool herself.

Forcing her eyes open, she thought in silence, looking at the growing, happy mess the Halloween party kept turning into, looking at the men and women party together, and those unashamed enough to "dance" close together like Fauna and the man were doing in that corner. From shyness to lust, from self-awareness to fear, and now, from fear to decision, inhaling deeply, and reaching her conclusion. Fauna took the hand the man had on her breast and removed it, turning to look back at him with a lustful smile, she first put her right hand gently over his chest and pushed him with her god-like strength, leaving the young man flabbergasted of the sudden lose of his balance, stammering while walking backwards, trying his best not to fall over someone else.

Fauna did it so the man would reach the wall of the large living room, a tiny, space in the massive party where no one was drinking or dancing, even clean of the mess that surrounded most of the floor. When the man finally hit his back against the wood, Fauna stopped right in front of him, leaning on his body and wrapping his neck with her left arm, clinging to him for her lips to reach his in a kiss, a kiss that was eagerly responded, instantly sharing their tongues at the second touch.

Sharing saliva, sharing their sweat, consent, and their lust, Fauna's hand, even though still surrounded by her cow-print glove, took no hesitation to go inside his loincloth, opening her eyes in wide surprise at the size of his erection, feeling his girth and length around the glove, she kissed him again while slowly stroking him.

With the same desire, the man took against her left breast with one hand, this chance going under the bikini, getting to feel her softness and her hard nipple directly on his skin, squeezing it tightly. His right hand went inside her bikini bottom, roughly grasping her buttocks between his fingers, leaving line marks as he repeated the gesture. He kissed and licked her neck while Fauna increased the speed of her hand, jerking him off.

"Look at those dorks, hey, get a room!" Those mocking words stopped them both cold in shame, a couple of people finally noticed the exaggerated and visible sexual gestures of the two, laughing at their horniness and forcing them to stop.

Panting loudly, frustrated from being found out, Fauna hissed and removed her hand from inside his loincloth. They waited for the eyes of the strangers to stop posing on them so they would finally relax. The cow-bikini lady made a horny squint when she noticed the glove she jerked him with got easily covered on the young man's precum, right in front of him, she smelled it at first, and sucked her fingers clean after, spreading her pink tongue across the fabric of her glove in a gross manner, showing no restrain, and without removing eye contact from him.

"So..." The man stuttered, gulping down saliva. "I take you still want to come to my house...?"

His question made Fauna giggle; in a fashion she hadn't done before that night, in a way that could only be defined as intimidating. With her clean glove, she took the man's right hand. "What is your name?" She asked him gently.

"... Shane..." He stuttered back to her.

And with a second, fearless giggle, licking her precum-covered fingers again, she pulled the man, guiding him upstairs "Well Shane, there's no need to leave, this is my house..." She looked back at him with a daring smile.

"Let's go to my room and get messed up!"