TRICK OR TREAT
[One-Shot]

Roxy bit her lip as the car rolled up to the already crowded front lawn.

"Oh come on," her brother said, slugging her in the arm. "You're nervous now?" She glanced over at him, his hair spiked and colored blue, normally black pointed shades replaced with a pair of red ones, the look complete with a red cape and no shirt. "Look at me. I got all dressed up like a damn anime for this dumb party. I'm gonna walk in there and no one's going to have heard of, or even seen, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann and I'm just going to waltz around like I own the place." He arched an eyebrow and she blushed. "You, on the other hand, have the good fortune, grace, and naivety to at least pick something that people recognize, hell, even overlook. You're gonna do fine, sis." He ruffled her hair, the cat ears he'd pinned in staying firmly in place. Dirk was nothing if not efficient.

"I know," Roxy sighed, straightening her outfit, hugging her curves a bit too much. "I'm just thinkin' maybe this wasn't such a great idea, you know?"

"I guess," Dirk frowned. "We could go home, if you really think that's the best course of action." She looked out the window, seeing Jane and her cute brother arriving on the scene and sighing.

"No, it's fine." Dirk studied her for a minute before shrugging and parking the car, allowing the two out into the lawn. Roxy noticed that, even without the campy spider webs and cheap plastic wrought iron fences and foam gravestones, the place looked… imposing. It was what appeared to be a large brick house – mansion, maybe? – decorated with gold leaf and a deep, royal purple color along the shutters and trim. "Look at this place," her brother said, both attracting the attention of the Egbert-Crocker siblings and stating what Roxy herself thought. "This is like… the bastard child of Jules Verne and Bram Stoker. Like…"

"Hey, Roxy," Jane beamed, approaching and distracting her from her brother's ramblings.

"Hey, Janey!" They embraced and she gave John a fist bump, eliciting the usual giggle out of the two. "Love your costume!"

"Thanks," she replied, adjusting the fake moustache on her detective costume.

"And what are you? Truck driver?" she asked John.

"Wh-? No, I'm Cameron Poe from Con Air!" She laughed, ruffling his hair.

"I know, silly. You all ready to go inside?" The two nodded and followed her in, Dirk having already ambled toward the house while they were talking. The door itself had a massive gold insignia on it, like a curved H.

"Should we knock?" John asked awkwardly and Roxy nodded, bringing the gold knocker down twice. Immediately, the trio was answered by an older girl in piercings.

"Who are you," she said flatly.

"Um, we're Feferi's friends?" Jane squeaked. The older girl looked them over slowly, then nodded.

"Alright, come on in." Roxy sighed internally and she could see her friends relax as well as the three entered. Immediately, the atmosphere was near smothering. Booming music resounded through the house and the smell of smoke and alcohol was pungent.

"Oh wow," John snickered. "I didn't know it was THIS kind of party!"

"Neither did I," Jane frowned.

"Oh lighten up!" he replied, nudging her. "Just have some fun for once, Ms. Crocker." Jane gave Roxy a look she knew too well and Roxy nodded, forcing a smile as the two siblings rushed off to enjoy the party. Roxy gulped and made her way into the main room. There were kids all over drinking out of red cups and talking each other's ears off, dancing in one corner, observing a rap-off between Dirk and Dave in another portion of the room. She slowly made her way across the sea of writhing bodies and over to the table, where her throat tightened.

One drink wouldn't be so bad. Just one, she promised herself.

With a shaky hand, she grabbed one of the plastic cups and poured herself some of the punch from the bowl. It was just punch. Surely not that alcoholic, it was just a dumb Halloween party. She smiled, sipping the drink. She sighed, tasting very little alcohol on the drink and sipping slowly as she observed the party.

"Enjoying yourself so far?" Roxy nearly jumped out of her skin, turning to the sly smile of her classmate.

"Jesus, Rose," Roxy sighed, leaning against the table. "Know how to scare the shit outta a girl."

"I've had some practice. It is, after all, a Halloween party." Roxy nodded. "And what are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, no, I came with Janey and John but they ran off to do whatever and mingle or somethin'." Rose frowned, nodding thoughtfully.

"Interesting. Why didn't you go with them?"

"I-" Roxy paused. It hadn't crossed her mind. "I dunno. Felt like I'd feel the party out myself?"

"I see." Rose yawned, stretching in her wizard robe and outstretching her drink. "I can't quite finish my drink and I'm terribly exhausted. Would you mind polishing it off for me? I wouldn't want it to go to waste."

"Oh, uh, sure, no prob." She took the drink in her other hand, downing the first one to make room for the new one.

"Thanks, Roxy." With that, Rose flashed a smile and moved into the crowd, leaving Roxy alone to sip her drink. Her eyes widened after the first sip. It was strong, a lot stronger than the punch, and… spicy? Like pumpkin. Again, her throat tightened. Just one drink. The last one didn't count.

As the night wound on, she finished the drink and went back for a few more. Rose's didn't count, it wasn't ROXY'S drink. If she spilled some of her drink, that didn't count either. Finally, she was thoroughly hammered and smiling, leaning against the wall for support as some guy rambled on about his fancy car and how great his job was, when nature called.

"Oh, no wait hold on, I gotta go piss," she said tactlessly, pushing away from the wall abruptly and ambling across the room. "Where's tha bathroom?" she muttered to passerby, who simply gave her a wide berth and let her pinball her way through the party room and into the hall. "If I was a bathroom… where would I be?" Finally, she decided "down the hall" sounded good and staggered her way along, before running headlong into a familiar face.

"Oh, dear, Roxy, you seem to be a bit intoxicated," the voice said, and Roxy could hear the grin on it.

"Rose? But you said you was exhausted," she mumbled.

"If you're headed to the bathroom, I can certainly show you the way. Come here." Rose whisked her along, much quicker than her brain could keep up with. First she saw the royal purple hall, and then a room that was deep red, covered in floor to ceiling and… people? Something about masks, and then she was in a plush bathroom, sitting on the toilet. After she relieved herself, she splashed her face with some water, regaining some sense of sobriety and made her way to the door, before pausing.

Something didn't seem right.

She unlocked the door quietly and peeked into the room beyond. It was as she drunkenly remembered: From the floor to the ceiling, it was red. Red walls, red velvet furniture, and a red chandelier, with only the hardwood floor as contrast. Inside were several people wearing black suits and wearing white masks, like in a masquerade, and beyond them was the door to the rest of the house. Nowhere to hide, she quietly slinked into the room, hoping no one would notice-

All eyes were on her.

She froze, the sea of masks all pointed at her, as if awaiting an answer.

"Uh… hey," she said, her voice scratchy and awkward. "Um, I'm just gonna get back to the party…" She awkwardly made her way across the floor and toward the door, where the masked partygoers refused to move. "What…?"

"Wwell, wwell, wwell. Wwhat do wwe havve here?" She spun to face the new voice, this young man dressed in a deep purple suit, similar to the rest of the house, his mask a brilliant gold rather than white. "And wwho might you be?"

"My name's Roxy," she squeaked, pressing against the line of masked people blocking the door. "I-I just want to go back to the party."

"Do you? Or wwould you rather havve a drink?" He held out a hand, offering a wine glass full of white-gold liquid.

"Is… is this wine?"

"Wwould you like it to be?" he asked softly, his eyes a shimmering purple beneath his mask. She took the glass with trembling hands, sniffing softly. The aroma of alcohol reached her nose, setting her nerves on edge, despite her wishing she had the strength not to drink. She sipped at it softly and immediately felt the burn down her throat. Whatever it was, it was strong, and he expected her to drink it. "Go on," he said, his voice soft but firm with authority. She nodded, tossing the drink back with a cough, the liquid burning down her throat like liquid magma.

And all at once, she was again drunk. Happily drunk. In the back of her mind, she realized that it was better this way, whatever the masked men had in store for her, it would be better while she was drunk. At this point, she didn't seem to have much of a choice, and simply giggled when her clothes were removed. She really did enjoy the feeling of being observed and touched, she was simply too reserved to throw herself into it without a thorough amount of intoxication.

The masked people's fingers traced down her now nude chest, across her neck, along her belly and brushing her nipples, making her coo softly, arching her back. The purple-suited man watched her, catching her eye more than once as they played with her chest and back. He raised a ringed hand and snapped, and at once her bottoms were yanked down, leaving her in her trademark pink panties with the cute black bow in the front. She gasped and bit her lip as fingers both rough and soft ran over the sheer material, kneading her already wet mound and – she would admit – quite round ass.

"Why…" she grunted softly, through her drunken haze, catching the purple-suited man's attention. "Whyy…"

"Why else?" a female voice came from behind her. "You're the party favor." She craned her head to look and found a pair of lips on hers, hot and firm. She felt the tongue dart into her mouth from beneath painted black lips, looked into the woman's deep lavender eyes, the rest of her face hidden beneath a white mask, but Roxy having had enough fantasies of those eyes to recognize Rose anywhere. Her gaze was stony and focused, her tongue working Roxy's mouth in ways she didn't understand, fingers being played along her thighs and eliciting whining moans Roxy didn't know she had in her. Finally, the kiss was broken and with it, some of her sobriety returned. And yet…

She was spun to face the man in the gold mask, smiling widely at her, his teeth sharper than a normal person's. He moved in to replace Rose's lips, and Roxy happily accepted. His kiss wasn't half as regal or graceful as the woman before, but she happily accepted regardless. He tasted strange, yet sweet, like some kind of delicacy. She savored the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands running up along her thighs.

"My wword," he smirked as his fingers moved up to her soaked panties, making her legs shake, whining loudly and clinging to him. "You certainly are wwet, aren't you little thing?" She nodded hard, her cheeks pink. He simply smirked and tugged her hair, pulling her to her knees and undoing his suit bottom. Her mouth hung open instinctively and she could see out of her peripherals the other masked figures surrounding them in a circle, minute movements implying that they, too, were occupied. She barely made out a smudged, black smirk among them before firm hands pressed her forward and her mouth was filled.

It was hot, and pulsing. It wasn't her first time, of course, but it was… different. It felt different in her mouth, as if his skin wasn't of the usual texture. She slowly bobbed up and down, glancing up at him from her spot on her knees and seeing his eyes focused intently on her, glazing over with lust as she ran her tongue over his head slowly, moving one hand up to grip his base. He was quite a bit larger than she initially thought, and holding him there proved it. If not for her mouth moving along his length, she could've used both hands to stroke him.

She moved up and down for a while before he yanked her off suddenly, the remnants of alcohol in her system making the room do a complete 360 before she realized she was on her back, her legs crooked and spread. The others in the room had formed a tighter circle now, all looking in on the two in the center of the room with rapt attention as the gold-masked man was on his knees now. Glancing down, she saw its full length: about nine inches long and so thick that her hand had only just barely fit around it. She leaned her head back, fully sober and aware of her surroundings and the situation she was in. She grinned.

He pushed forward, splitting her open and forcing a loud moan from her mouth. For a moment, she wondered if anyone else in the house had heard, but she figured that the room was designed for such an occasion, and moaned louder as he pumped in deep. He was reckless and rough, hands grabbing her hips and digging into her sides. She could practically feel the bruises forming as he began to thrust roughly, knocking her head back against the floor, her breasts bouncing wildly as he did.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered, digging her nails into the hardwood floor, feeling her pussy tighten around him as she began to tremble and cum. She cursed her notoriously easy orgasm and gasped, bucking and arching. Normally, when she thrashed about, guys would be scared or turned off, but instead the gold-masked man gripped her tighter, holding her through it and pumping slowly, returning to his previously rough tempo once she'd begun to settle down, tremors still rocking her body on occasion. Despite being watched by an audience of masked figures, one of which was one of her well-known classmates, and having been pressured into having sex with this strange man she'd never met, it was the first time she felt… respected, and wanted.

She moaned louder in wanton need, wanting this man to fill her deep and continue fucking her through her continuous orgasms, and he did. Her head was craned back, eyes closed, when suddenly she heard two soft thumps on either side of her head and smelled something… sweet. Her eyes opened and a sharp-nailed hand gripped her hair, pulling her forward. Her mouth was pressed against the first vagina she'd ever seen, other than her own, topped with a small triangle of blond hair. She inhaled the woman's cloying scent and couldn't help but hope she knew who it was before forcing her tongue in deep, her body still being pumped by the man below her. She didn't know what exactly she was doing, but did her best to play at the woman's clit and pump in slow and deep, causing spasms that showed she was on the right path. She looked up, unable to see anything but the wrist of the hand in her hair and the lower stomach of the masked partygoer, but happy that whoever it was, she was able to please them.

After a bit, she felt the woman above her stiffen. She nearly pulled back, worried she was doing something wrong, but the woman gripped Roxy's hair with both hands, pulling her in hard. The realization set Roxy over the edge as well and once again the man's nails dug into Roxy's sides as she came, her tongue darting in and out of the woman and tasting this new cum on her mouth as well. The woman above was sweating and panting and finally rose off, the purple-suited man not releasing his grip on her hips and she bit her lip, looking up into his eyes and arching her back. He snarled, baring his sharp teeth in a feral way, nearly scaring her, but enticing her more than anything.

"Please," she pleaded, his expression changing ever so slightly. "Do it," she instructed, more forcefully this time. He reached forward to grip her hair and he came. She felt her body erupt with heat, starting in her pussy and rushing over her in hot waves, each part of her body the waves touched jerking like electrocuted, her breath coming in short, rapid breaths, vision blurry and full of stars. She heard his voice, too, crying out as he pumped her harder, probably leaving a third bruise where his pelvis met hers, grinding hard with each full thrust. Finally, growling and panting, he fell to his knees, releasing her. And they were met with applause.

It was surreal, in a way. After the man got up, he offered Roxy his hand and she stood on shaky feet, her hand still in his and facing the audience, clasped hands raised as the two performed a stage bow and she was rushed to the bathroom, where her clothes were waiting and the water was already running for a shower. She gratefully cleaned her body of the sweat and strong aroma of sex before dressing into her tight cat costume and entering the room again, before stopping. The room was empty. No masked people, no red furniture – nothing. The room was a simple sitting room with wooden furniture and purple walls. She knew she hadn't dreamt it, there were still marks on the floor where her nails dug in.

She shuddered, making her way through the room and into the main house, where she met the piercing-laden older girl.

"You Roxy?" she demanded.

"Oh, um, yeah," Roxy replied.

"Your brother and friends have been looking all the hell over for you," she grunted, pointing her thumb at the front door. "Party's over. Where were you?"

"Drunk," she stammered. "I was looking for a bathroom and I think I passed out." Even Roxy had trouble discerning her lie from the truth.

"It's fine. I've gotten smashed more times than I can count," the girl said, with a smirk. "Out front." Roxy nodded gratefully, passing the party room where people were helping Feferi clean up, and for a moment, she met Rose's eye. She gave only a sly smirk before Roxy rushed past the doorway and out into the cold, autumn air.

"Yo, Rox!" Dirk said, approaching her. "What happened? You get lost in there?"

"N-no, I-" She paused, seeing Jane's disapproving look. "I-I lost track of time… Sorry."

"It's fine, I was just worried you got picked up by some strange or worse. You alright, though?" She nodded hard. "Good. Let's go home, alright?" She stuck close to him, waving Jane a half-hearted wave and entering the car, looking back up at the house. In one of the windows, for just a moment, she saw the gold-masked man, removing his mask and watching her. She didn't know him well, just a boy in her class, but she knew his name.

Eridan Ampora.

Special shoutout to The-Fandom-That-Lived-Forever for suggesting Roxy/Eridan!