Hallowe'en

Daisuke answered the door, as he usualy did when a person rang the doorbell, as they had done just a moment ago. Veemon just continued to look about the flat, at the strange orange and black decorations, at the pumpkins and at the huge buffet, the table laden with sweets.

There were mints in green wrappings, glass dishes of ruby cough candy, and bowls of blue army and navy, along with a mass of toffees and other sugar treats.

And as such, Takeru, as he entered, greeting Daisuke, had to think to himself "Where's the rice? The noodles? The sushi? There can't even be even a milligram of vitimin C floating amongst the glucose."

Iori just thought "Thank goodness for prune juice."

Veemon took in the alien attire they were wearing. Daisuke was wearing a red devil outfit, Iori was in a samurai costume, and Patamo's first reaction, when he first saw Takeru's suit, was to divivolve. He was a very convincing Myotismon.

Armerdilomon and Patamon joined Veemon's awe at the the table of sheer tooth-rotting energy. Iori knew exactly what'll ensue: they'd all get so incredably hyper, it'll be a wonder that they don't spontainiously combust.

The next people to arrive were Taichi and Yamato. They struggled just before the doorbell; they moaned into each other's mouths, their tounges intertwining and brushing each other's teeth. Yamato draped his arms about Taichi's neck, and Taichi placed his hand on Yamato's chest, caressing the nipple through his Gabumon costume, and moved down and rubbed his stomach.

Gabumon and Agumon stared at them. Then Agumon looked at Gabumon, who conspiritualy winked at him. Agumon responded by taking Gabumon's hand off of his backside. Gabumon looked playfully disapointed. Agumon didn't like it, and glared. Myotismon opened the door; "Hey, Matt."

Yamato tore himself away from Taichi. "Hey, TK." He ruffled his hair.

"How much gel did you use?"

"Matt! You've ruined it!"

"Never mind that! Fetch me a cloth: my hand's all slimey!" They entered Daisuke's flat, and found themselves surrounded by streamers and horrible orange colours. Agumon and Gabumon just stared at the sweets with the other Digimon.

Mimi, Sora, Miyako, Hikari and Kushiro turned up together. Kushiro wore a white piolet uniform, and the ladies wore stewardess outfits, linking arms either side of Kushiro.

Daisuke opened the door to Kushiro's wide grin and sunglasses. He stared. "You bloody stud." The girls just giggled. Daisuke looked at Hikari. The uniform was far too.... short. That skirt brought blush inducing liquids to the wrong place, where the cells said "What do you mean we should've gone north for the heart?" and "It's far too late now, we won't get to the face in time. Let's make a party of it!" And they did. All night long. The red spandex devil outfit made it far too obvious. The girls stopped giggling. The bumb was too big to giggle at. Daisuke rushed inside, and into his room.

By now, someone had put on some music. Takeru was dancing, badly, singing quietly along; "...Flippin' with your torso, boys getting high, girls getting more so..." onto the chrous, "I don't want to rock, TK!"

Kushiro could help but laugh. As a result, the carbonated drink he was consuming went the wrong way, and up into that horrible place between your mouth and your nose. His swave surrendered, and he coughed into his drink.

Taichi, cape swaying lightly, danced with Yamato. The half his face that wasn't obscured by being The Phantom of the Opera, grinned, and he played with Yamato's horn. "Maybe a little more south, later." One of them blushed: it was the rock star.

The digimon crunched and sucked on multicoloured boiled sweeties.

"What is this flavour?" Asked Armordilomon, his mouth full of Army and Navy.

"I think it's called aniseed," said Veemon.

Mimi frowned. "I haven't ever seen these, not in all my time in Japan or America!"

"Daisuke got them from a website: I think it was English."

They stopped, for a moment of contemplation. Finaly, Gabumon asked "Aren't they the ones with the bad teeth?"

Ken entered the melee that was Daisuke's living room, pausing to take in the horrible decorations and the strange candies. Wormon hopped onto the table, and began gobbling cough candy, not realising that the idea was to suck them.

"Hey, Ken! Nice costume!" said Patamon.

"Indeed." said Ken, glaring at Taichi.

Taichi tore himself away from Yamato, and laughed. "Great minds think alike! Fantastic costume!"

Ken took off the half mask, and laughed with him. "Don't you just hate it when someone wears the same as you?"

Then Joe entered. I'll explain Gomamon's costume, first, however. He was wearing a white swimming cap, to hide his hair, and a hair band with two strips of card dangling as antenna. He had a painted purple polistirine bowl, cut in half at a zig-zag, bound over his muzzle with elastic. Now I'll explain Joe's costume: he was the Digital Kaizer.

Everyone just burst out laughing, whilst Ken muttered "Oh, now that's just cruel." Wormon just stared at Gomamon, who suddenly seemed very attractive indeed.

Ken got tired of the cackles, took off his top hat and went to the hoast's room. He found Daisuke lying on his bed, eyes firmly shut, tent firmly un-moving. "Little problem?"

Daisuke jumped. "Good grief!" he said, "You can at least knock!"

"Sorry," said Ken.

"This just refuses to go down." said Daisuke, gesturing.

Ken's mouth went dry. Something else went stiff.

"Blimey," said Daisuke, "I didn't know you were queer."

All the rest of the party knew, was that Ken left in a hurry, tears streaming down his face.

Mullen got bored. The Halloween special was not doing so well. He'd made a bang, with Ken's prediciment, but he wanted to end it, probably on after a sex scene. He itched his scalp for an idea, and shifted in his seat. His enormous girth wobbled, like a children's buffet laiden with jelly.

He frowned as a firework went off in the distance, above someone's garden a few houses away, apparently. He loosened his tie, as a crackle, then a SWEEEEEE! followed by an onomatapia brightened the sound spectrum, then he set back to work.

"Kushiro doesn't get lucky enough."

"Hmm?" asked Miyako, stroking her hair.

Kushiro was no good at this. He fumbled with his hat, desperatly wishing he had a database for this sort of thing. He'd caught her eye, oh, forty times in the last twenty minutes, and he'd doe his best to look good with a drink up his nose, but...

"Well, I, ha, um..."

"Come on," winked Miyako, "you've pulled." She leaned in, "Stud."

Kushiro rushed the notes onto the check-in desk, and whisked away the key, wirling Miyako upstairs into room number 31. He kicked the door closed and began to husstle of his blazer-

"No," said Miyako, "I do it." She slid his blazer off him, and hung it on the pegs on the back of the door. She unbuttoned his shirt, and hung that next to the coat. Then she undid his shoes, setting them at the end of the bed. She unbuckled his trousers, folding them neatly, and putting them on top of the drawers. Then she took off his sock, discarding them lightly onto the floor. She knelt down, and bit the elastic belt on Kushiro's boxers, pulling them down, and flinging them across the room and onto the bedpost. Fifteen centimetres of pride stood to attention before her, ready to get into the piolet seat. Then she stood up, and put his hat on her head. "Now, it's your turn."

Kushiro's trembling and cold hands unbuttoned and discared her top, and undid her bra, but only after fumbling about so much she'd begun to time him. He struggled, then she sighed "Oh, go on." He placed his hands on her breasts and squeezed. "Happier, now?"

"Very much so, thank you."

He took off her shoes, and pulled off the tights, ripping them in three places.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Kushi."

Kushi? thought Kushiro. What a very odd nickname. Odd in the manner that it's silly and cute, and yet I like it. He tore of he skirt and panties.

"Where's all this insperation come from?" Miyako asked.

Kushiro laid her down the bed and leant over her sex and- did I mention I bought some new shirts today? They were very nice, you know, very resonable at Marks and Spencers. they're blue and I think they work rather well with jeans and a belt and... Oh, I'm sorry. I've digressed. I'll return to the story. Sorry. "Taichi!" yelled Yamato, as he rocked back and forth, his ass being assulted by the ram that was Taichi's ninteen centimetre seige weapon, that rubbed up against his hidden g-spot, just behind his cock.

"Keep it down in there!" Kushiro yelled at the wall. "Some people are trying to loose their virginity!"

"Sorry!" Taichi yelled back through the wall as he cummed into Yamato.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll return to the party breifly, to re-gather my thoughts.

Tentomon and Hawkmon vaguly wondered where their partners were, through their fuzzy sugar clouded minds. Agumon stood some distance away from Gabumon, who kept rubbing his horn suggestivly. Daisuke picked up his phone.

I think I can go back to Kushiro, now. Thanks for your patience.

Kushiro's tounge probed Miyako's sex. I think that's where we were, yes. His saliva wet her sex more as she moaned. Then he found a little errected bud under a flap of skin, and sucked hard. Miyako gasped and panted. Kushiro withdrew and blew on it, making it very cold, and making Miyako shiver. She groaned, and then reached up and grabbed Kushiro. "I want you in me, lover boy!"

"Blimey."

Kushiro brought himself level with her, and nibbled on her neck.

Miyako bucked up, playing hoopla with Kushiro's cock. Kushiro had none of it and pined her down with his knees. "I don't think I'm quite ready for all this." He said.

"I do," said Miyako, and she drew him into a kiss. Her tounge explored Kushiro's mouth,licking over his teeth, and he pushed back into her mouth. They moaned together. They pulled apart. "Kushiro, I, I..."

Kushiro put a finger to her lips. "There's not need for words now."

Studying those porn tapes and cheesy romance movies really paid off at that moment.

He bucked into her, and her eyes filled with tears and her vagina with pain. Her vaginity had been plucked from the feilds of inoccence.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Kushi... please, carry on."

He moved slowly, enjoying the pleasure around his cock, the wet warmness of her stimulating his rod. Miyako and Kushiro moaned, and Miyako, happy from foreplay, orgasamed. Kushiro's rod felt very much at home with that sensation, and came a few seconds later, in a writhing moan of happyness.

Ken wept on his bed. Dear oh dear, poor Ken all alone on this magical night of Hallowe'en... well, I say magical night, but that's Christmas, isn't it? I suppose what I mean, is that he's all alone.

No-one to really empathise with him. He was only really close to one digidestined, and that was Daisuke. He couldn't talk to Yamato or Taichi about it. He just couldn't.

Releasing a secret like this is comparable only to thinking there's one more stair than there really is.

His phone rang. He answered it, willing back his sobs. "H-hello?"

"Ken, I'm sorry!"

"Hey Daisuke, great party..."

"I didn't mean to upset you!"

"I know you didn't but... I wasn't..."

"Then what is it?"

"I... I just wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to tell you."

"Tell you what... shall we settle this over a film and a meal?"

"A film and a meal? That sounds rather like a..."

"I'm bi."

Ken's heart swelled.

Author's Comments.

I say, that was fun. I hope you enjoyed it, too, it's my first attempt at a peice for streight people. Feel free to leave comments on the DaD or DHZ, I'm always up for constructive critics and well wishers.