At the mercy of the party goers.

The rest of the night was spent in a blur for me. I remember being fucked hard by so many people, men and women. I particularly remember having my head shoved into the earth as the hulk, who turned our to be well hung, pounded my cunt quite brutally while the crowed jeered and yelled, “Hulk Smash!”

I also remembered being fucked by a large black man dressed as a minotaur, yelling “Third times a charm,” as he came in me, I honestly couldn’t remember the first two times.

I vaguely remembered being led back through the group on the way out. Men and women thanked me and Mark for a fun night, promising to call or email with requests for parties. I was helped into a cab exhausted and fucked three ways from Sunday.

My dreams were messed up, me getting fucked by all sorts of creatures, in my dreams they weren’t wearing costumes, I was being fucked by desiccated mummy’s, pashing a female demon, and bred by all manor of creature. I shuddered in my sleep as I gave birth to my child, not knowing what species it would be but happy when it came out as a minotaur boy rather than a rotting zombie.

As I nursed my new born minotaur Mark kissed me and teased me telling me that on our new son’s eighteenth birthday he would be sure to dress me up as a cow again and let our child breed his mother.

Somewhere I was aware that Mark was not in the bed with me, occasionally I heard his moans as if they were far away.

When I finally woke the sun was up, the bed was wet with sweat and cum, from last night’s lovers and my own fantasies.

My horns were still attached, though my head hurt from all the pulling, my ears were in the sheets with me, my tail, still in my arsehole made my back passage tender. Gingerly I got out of bed and started to clean myself up. I pulled the tail from my butt and cleaned it, then hopped in the shower.

The water stung my nipples and washing my hair was awkward around the horns, somehow I thought I would get used to them. I honestly couldn’t remember how much was a dream and how much actually happened but ran the thoughts through my head.

After several minutes I found myself getting horny and started to rub my clit, moaning at the remembered insults, taunts and abuses. Twice more I came in the shower before getting out and towelling myself down. Stepping back into the bedroom I saw a card beside the bed, a short note hand written by Mark, accompanied by a tablet and some water.

“Love you,” it said, “Hope you had a fun night, Miranda stayed over and we had long chats, when you are ready come down stairs, the tablet it a morning after pill, take it or not, your choice, though I think we can make more money if you are fertile.”

I shuddered and downed the tablet and the glass of water before heading down for breakfast.