Meeting Hoshoka Halloween Special

Hi Readers! I've been struggling a little bit with the next "official" chapter of Dave and Hoshoka's story, and with this being spooky season I decided to switch gears a little bit and write about Hoshoka's first Halloween. Whether this is in fact an official chapter, or a one-shot side story, I'm not sure yet. But I hope you enjoy!

***

I roused Hoshoka early (for her tastes, at any rate) so that we could walk to Tammy's and get breakfast. It was mid-October at this point, and solidly autumn; gold and red leaves were coming down, the air was crisp, and Hoshoka looked amazing in a sweater.

When the weather had started to get cooler we'd gone shopping for warmer clothes for her; she maintained that as an oni and a creature of Hell, colder temperatures wouldn't bother her, but I reminded her that in human guise, she'd be expected to dress warmly. She had rolled her eyes at the time, but clothes shopping at Sprawlmart led her to an extra-soft cableknit sweater that she absolutely fell in love with. We bought her three immediately; a pale gray one, a medium blue-gray, and a light ivory-colored one, and they were bulky enough that in human form, it mostly covered her butt in addition to her breasts and belly. Plus the thicker fabric helped hide the fact she wasn't wearing a bra and had nipples that snapped to attention at the slightest breeze.

I was used to her treating clothing as something she "had" to wear and treated with relatively little respect, but she revered these sweaters, taking extra care in keeping them clean and hung up when not being worn. She'd also picked up a dark gray knit cap as well that she wore pulled down over her ears when we went out, her thick black hair spilling out from under it.

She was wearing the cap, the pale gray sweater and a pair of black leggings that morning, and while she'd grumbled the whole time she'd been getting dressed and made a big show of yawning and rubbing sleep from her eyes, once we were out and walking around she perked up considerably. She quickly made a game out of spotting crunchy-looking leaves and jumping on them as we walked the few blocks to the doughnut shop.

"Haha! Gotcha!" she crowed as another golden maple leaf was obliterated under her sneakers. I smiled; I loved seeing this side of Hoshoka, watching her be playful and silly and just having fun. I was in love with her for a lot more than just her libido and prehensile tongue, that was for damn sure.

Emily was on shift when we entered Tammy's, and she couldn't hide the way her jaw dropped as she saw us. Her winged eyeliner was accompanied by a dramatic purple eyeshadow, and her nails were painted a rich, vivid purple with silver spiderweb decals carefully applied to each one.

"Holy shit, Dave," she said, staring up at Hoshoka (who, even in human form, had a good 7-8 inches on Emily in height). "Is this your girlfriend?"

"Uh, yeah," I chuckled slightly awkwardly. "Emily, this is Hoshoka. Hoshoka, Emily."

Hoshoka gave her the biggest, warmest smile as she took her hand and shook it.

"Emily, hi, nice to meet you!" she purred. "I'm sorry I took Dave off the market, but I'm sure you'll find someone just as good!"

She gave Emily a knowing wink and dropped her voice. "And if not, just let me know and I'll loan him out." Her grin got even wider. Emily just blinked, stunned.

"Oh, well," she stammered, overwhelmed by Hoshoka's presence and frankness. "Thank you, I think, I mean, I don't blame him, you're..."

She shook her head and put her customer service voice back on. "Sorry, how can I help you today? The usual?"

***

"You didn't tell me that Emily was that fucking hot!" Hoshoka said, elbowing me in the ribs as we left Tammy's. "I might go back there and ask her for a date myself."

I let myself briefly imagine Hoshoka and Emily in bed together and blushed deeply. I'd barely had need or occasion to rub one out since moving in with Hoshoka, but that mental image was absolutely going in the ol' spank bank if I ever needed to.

"Ooooh, look at that red face!" Hoshoka crowed, putting her grinning face close to mine. "Someone's imagining a threesome right now, aren't they?" I sunk my head into my collar.

"You know, weirdly enough I actually wasn't...more just imagining the two of you together," I told her honestly. "I'm barely man enough to keep you satisfied, two women at the same time would kill me."

Hoshoka laughed so hard she almost dropped her iced coffee.

"Oh, sweet boy," she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "you know you're the most honest man I've ever met? If you ever wanted it, though, I'd make a threesome happen for you. My sweet boy deserves two gorgeous women taking care of him once in a while."

We walked in silence for a few minutes before she spoke up again.

"Dave, question for you about here and now," she said. "What's with the decorations? Skeletons, bats, gourds with faces carved in them. Emily had spiderwebs on her fingernails." She gestured broadly at the houses we were walking in front of, many of them decorated for Halloween.

"Skeletons I would associate with marking a victory in battle, but the rest is just confusing to me."

"Oh! Yeah, you wouldn't have heard of this before," I replied. "At the end of this month is a holiday called Halloween. It's not really a religious holiday or anything like that - I guess maybe it kind of was associated with that at one point, but now it's mostly an excuse to eat candy, watch scary movies, and dress up. We probably won't see a lot of it here because this is a college town, but kids go door to door in costumes asking for candy. For adults, it's an excuse to wear something sexy, get drunk, have a hook up and eat some candy afterwards."

Hoshoka digested this for a moment.

"So you're telling me that there's a holiday coming up that is perfectly tailored to my interests, and you didn't tell me?" She said, giving me a faux offended look.

"You know, when you put it that way... Yes?" I said with an awkward shrug. "I, uh, haven't been to the sort of Halloween party where there's slutty costumes and hook ups, so I guess I kind of forget that's a thing. Halloween has mostly just been about scary movies and candy for me for the past few years."

Hoshoka paused and looked me in the eyes.

"Sweet boy," she said.

"Yes?" I replied.

"I want you to show me scary movies and feed me candy."

"It would be my pleasure, Mama."

"Good boy!" She gave me a smile and resumed walking.

***

After that, Hoshoka went all in on Halloween. A trip to Sprawlmart yielded a set of brightly colored plastic skeletons - neon orange, neon green, and black - with articulated joints that we set up on the porch, along with strings of orange and purple lights and some plastic pumpkins and ghosts on stakes that we lined the front walkway with.

"I don't know if we'll see any trick or treaters," I told her as I tapped the last pumpkin into place. "But if any come down the street they'll know to stop here."

"Trick or treaters are a bonus," she replied as she nudged one skeleton's arm over and then stepped back to survey her work. "I think it's fun to just do this for my own enjoyment!"

Once Hoshoka was satisfied with our decorations, the horror movies began in earnest, coupled with generous helpings of caramel popcorn. We quickly learned that she preferred supernatural horror over gory slasher films; the benchmark of when she was done with a film was when she turned her attention from the screen to giving me a blowjob.

Friday the 13

th

saw her sucking my cock shortly after the film's first major kill, while she was glued to the screen for the entirety of

An American Werewolf in London

- though she was more fixated on the dead friend who progressively rotted through the film than she was on the werewolf itself.

Given her origins, I sought out some Japanese horror for her as well;

The Ring

didn't do much for her, but a 1960s film called

Kwaidan

had her spellbound. An anthology film of Japanese ghost stories, the stories were mostly not that scary, but tended to be melancholy and meditative. We watched it three times in two days, because Hoshoka just couldn't get enough of it.

During our third screening, we were spooning on the couch while watching, my head resting against her breasts and her arm draped loosely around me.

"So, weird question," she said idly as the second segment began. "How would you feel about making love to me while we watch this? Like doggy-style so we can both keep watching."

"I'm fine with it," I replied, "but do you want to wait until the third segment? I know this one's your favorite."

The second story in the anthology focused on a tragic romance between a living man and a ghost; I sort of wondered if Hoshoka saw us in it, but I decided not to ask.

"Actually, I want you to fuck me during this one because it's my favorite," she said softly, nibbling my ear. Her hand gripped the fabric of my shirt, pulling it free of being tucked into my jeans. I took the hint, and paused the DVD while I stood up to undress. She watched me strip, biting her lower lip gently as she grinned up at me.

"You always look so good," she commented softly.

Hoshoka was already nude, save for a fleece throw blanket she had draped around herself like a toga. It was one we'd picked up while Halloween shopping; it was black with jack o'lanterns printed on it in bright, neon orange. She very dramatically unfurled the blanket from around herself, baring her glorious plump figure, and made a big show of stretching and spreading her legs before gracefully dismounting the couch.

"You sure you don't mind indulging me like this?" she asked as she sank to her knees and positioned herself, pumpkin-round rump in the air.

"I don't mind at all," I replied, getting down on my knees behind her. I ran my hands lovingly over her ass cheeks, gently bouncing them and making them clap. She giggled as I did so.

"You spoil me utterly," she said with a bright smile over her shoulder. "Now, let's get the movie going again!"

I pressed play on the remote, and gently caressed between her legs, eliciting a low, purring moan from her; her pussy was already soaked, lips parted and eager to welcome me. She must have been fantasizing about this through the entire first segment of the film.

Taking my stiff cock in hand, I massaged the head back and forth across her opening, collecting slickness before slowly easing in. Hoshoka gasped slightly as I entered her, trailing off into a low sound of appreciation.

"

Sore wa subarashii

," she breathed, slipping back into her native Japanese. I ran my hands up and down her back before letting them come to rest on her hips.

"Slow and easy today?" I asked; I figured it would match the tone and tempo of what we were watching.

"That sounds lovely, sweet boy," she murmured. I began to thrust slowly, taking long, deep strokes; burying myself in her until my belly was pressed flat against her ass cheeks, holding there for a few heartbeats, before slowly pulling back until I almost fell out of her. Keeping just the head of my cock inside her as an anchor for a moment before sliding back in as deep as I could.

Hoshoka sighed deeply at the sensation, shifting to bring her hips higher and allow me easier access. My hands kept a firm grip on her hips, cupping her just below her love handles.

"You know just what I like," she purred softly, her voice sounding almost drowsy. "That feels so good..."

We didn't talk much after that; the story of the mountaineer and the

Yuki-onna

was sweet and sad and tender and we watched it together as I continued to slowly make love to her from behind. My thrusts weren't enough to make either one of us cum, but that wasn't the point right now; the intimacy between us in that moment felt incredible.

As the Yuki-onna segment ended, Hoshoka softly asked me to pull out; as I did so, she artfully rolled on to her back.

"I want to see my handsome man while he makes love to me," she purred, guiding my cock back into her eager pussy. As I slid back into her, she cupped my face in her hands, pulling me close and kissing me deeply.

I began to thrust a little faster, a little more energetically. As the kiss broke off, her right hand slid down between us, her fingers seeking her clit. At this point, I was familiar with her rhythms; I knew the speeds she liked, the length of thrusts. As her slender fingers circled over her sensitive clit, I began moving faster, with long strokes that brought me almost all the way out of her.

"Mmmmm, that's Mama's good boy," Hoshoka murmured, her eyes drifting shut. "I love those long thrusts..."

She shifted her legs, and I felt them curling around my hips, holding me tight and ensuring I couldn't pull out completely. Her chubby thighs wobbled with each thrust into her, and her silky, plush belly was bouncing almost as much as her huge tits were. Arching my back to bring myself more vertical, I cupped her belly in my hands, massaging gently with my fingers.

"Who does this big, sexy belly belong to?" I said softly, smiling down at her. Without opening her eyes, her lips spread into a wide, joyous smile framed between her tusks.

"Mama's big, sexy belly belongs to her sweet boy!" Hoshoka moaned, squirming in my embrace.

"Maybe your sweet boy should pull out and cum all over Mama's belly, hmmm? Or is Mama's heart set on having a pussy full of cum?" I asked her playfully. Hoshoka gave a soft whine, shading into a whimper.

"How can you be so mean to Mama? Making her have to choose..." she crabbed, still smiling.

I gave her belly an extra little squeeze, bouncing it in my hands as I thrust into her.

"Why don't we see what happens when I'm ready to cum?" I proposed.

"Anything for my sweet boy," she murmured in response.

Before long, I could feel my balls tightening, the familiar warmth spreading up my shaft to let me know my own orgasm was imminent.

"I'm getting close, Mama..." I moaned, letting her know. Her eyes snapped open, looking at me like a jungle cat spotting prey. At the same instant, her long legs tightened around my hips, holding me tight.

"My sweet, silly boy...my handsome, sweet Dave...you thought I'd let you choose where to cum?" She purred up at me, running one hand down my chest. "That I'd let you take charge and boss Mama around during our lovemaking? Make me tell you that my fat, sexy belly belongs to you? Oh, sweet boy...Mama owns your cock, and she owns every orgasm you ever have for her...now...cum deep inside Mama Hoshoka..."

The warm, smoky tones of her voice coupled with the irresistable command made me buck as I climaxed instantly, my cock throbbing as she drew jet after jet of cum out of me. I could feel her pussy walls clenching around me, milking my cock; at the same time, she pressed more firmly against my ass with her powerful legs, ensuring that I wasn't pulling out of her any time soon.

She gave voice to a low growl as I came, drifting into a long, satisfied moan as she orgasmed along with me. When we were both finished, she relaxed her legs and brought me forward to lounge on top of her, my softening cock still half inside her. I felt her long, powerful fingers massaging my back; my whole body felt limp and spent, and I wasn't sure I could have stood up if I wanted to.

"That was so much fun," Hoshoka purred in my ear. "You've really gotten so good at giving me what I like, Dave...and as much as I asserted dominance at the end there...I did like being asked to tell you that my belly belongs to you. We'll have to work on your willpower if you want to dominate me...physical strength too, I suppose, but I have a pretty big fucking advantage over you in that regard. But commanding my will with yours, making me

want

to submit to you? I bet you could make that happen."

"Have you ever been dominated in the past?" I asked softly as I nuzzled against her breast.

"Oh, sweet boy...you've heard how I talk about other oni I've known, right? A lot of male oni are just bigger and more flatulent versions of human men. You're the first male anybody to give me oral in a very long time, you know. Eating pussy is mostly something us girls do for each other. I've had men in the past try to thunder and bluster and demand I submit...I've never done it for them."

Hoshoka paused, a faraway look in her eyes.

"There was one woman...Hells, I met her when I was only 15-20 years past my transformation. She was the closest thing I've experienced to romantic love before meeting you. She...I guess you could say she adopted me and taught me how to be an oni. The way she'd pull my hair if I wasn't practicing with my club, and the rewards she doled out when my performance met her approval...I definitely submitted to her."

I reached up and stroked Hoshoka's hair.

"What happened? If it's okay for me to ask." I queried.

Hoshoka kissed my forehead. "We aren't great at staying in one place for long; wanderlust takes an oni's heart, maybe. Maybe we just terrorize areas too long and have to move on. After maybe 20 years together, something like that...I wanted to see more of Japan, I wanted to get fucked by men. I had promised her I'd come back, but...never made it."

She chuckled a little.

"YOU would have loved her, sweet boy. Blue skin, two short horns...she wore her hair chopped short, at the nape of her neck. Maybe half again taller than me, with hips, thighs, belly and tits that make me look dainty. She'd had a lot of kids, and had tits that could feed a village. She was so sweet and so kind...to me, at least. I've watched her rip an ox in half, so maybe not so sweet and kind to livestock. Or farmers."

"What do you think she'd have to say about us?" I asked, rubbing behind her ear. Hoshoka considered the question for a moment.

"Honestly...she would have been amused and a little mystified at first. But I think she'd see how happy you make me, how many orgasms I have with you, and she'd approve."

I thought about this.

"Is it possible she's still around?" I asked. Hoshoka inhaled slowly, and let it out even more slowly through her nose.

"I don't know," she said finally.

"Maybe there's something we can do to try and find her," I said softly. I was starting to feel drowsy after our lovemaking, especially feeling Hoshoka's heat radiating up into me.

Hoshoka chuckled again and kissed me. "If we do...buy an entire pallet of that 'Gatorade' stuff. Mama Meirin would dehydrate both of us and keep going."

We dozed off together after that.

***

Finally, the big night arrived. Hoshoka had insisted on both of us dressing up; after a lot of back and forth and trips to the costume shop (and online shopping), I convinced her to let me go with a more light-hearted costume. I was dressed normally from the waist up, but instead of pants I was wearing a plush teddy bear, with my feet inside its feet; a stuffed pair of legs were draped over the bear's shoulders, with its arms around the legs, creating the illusion that the teddy bear was carrying me on its shoulders. Hoshoka had been initially skeptical of my choice, but once I put it on and was waddling around, she couldn't contain her giggles watching me.

"Bring me my sweet boy, Mr. Bear!" she sang out from the living room, bringing me running from the kitchen to her absolute delight.

Hoshoka had shrunk herself down to the size of her usual human guise, but hadn't otherwise transformed herself, keeping her normal crimson skin and curved horns and tusks. We'd decided it was safe for her to present close to her normal appearance, and she'd complimented her normal monstrous beauty with a fishnet body stocking and a slinky, low-cut black dress, the fabric struggling to contain her ample bust. No high heels, just barefoot save for the fishnets. Finally, she topped off her look with a witch hat, perched jauntily on her left horn, and a stunning black lipstick.