AN: Welp, so much for getting my next story out a little quicker, huh? Honestly I don't really have an excuse this time, I've just been struggling to actually sit down and write. Over the past year I've started a half dozen or so stories but consistently failed to actually finish them. I'll often get stuck on a scene, decide to take a break to do something else, and then simply never come back to it. That is until last week where I started this Halloween story on a whim and put out over a thousand words a day for four days straight. Editing was a bit of a struggle as always however. I'll try my hardest to not have another year between posts again. I really want to get to the point where I can finish a story consistently, in part because I know the pain of seeing a creators page lay dormant for months on end.
Regardless, I hope you enjoy this story.
-Haunted Armour
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Marcy loved Halloween. Seeing the kinds of costumes people wore each year, from varying interpretations of traditional monsters, to cosplay of characters trendy or classic, and everything in between filled her with joy. That was why she was overjoyed when she learned a fraternity at the college she attended hosted an annual costume party, one she had now attended three years running.
Over a hundred students from the college had shown up to the chapter house this year, the main hall filled to the brim with people in every type of costume one could imagine. Trevor, one of the fraternity members who hosted the party every year, was dressed in his usual Kirito cosplay, complete with impressively detailed replicas of the black swordsman's signature blades. Over by the snack table she saw a vampire lady chatting with a woman in what was probably a "sexy cat" costume that basically amounted to a furry bikini and cat ears. On the dance floor she saw someone dressed as Frieren somewhat awkwardly dancing with two women wearing a single set of oversized clothes that gave the impression they were conjoined.
Of course, like any self respecting Halloween fan, Marcy was in costume herself. When she was a kid her Mom would get her to chose two or three cheap costumes at the local thrift store and they would combine them together, a tradition she continued even as an adult. This year she had paired a princess and dragon costume together, finding the irony cute. She was wearing a sparkly pink dress with tail and wing props taped to it and had a horn headband and plastic tiara tucked into a golden blond wig of plastic hair. She had even gone the extra mile and painted scales on her face and arms that matched the green of the dragon costume and even put on some fake nails that looked like claws.
Marcy had mostly spent the beginning party wandering around admiring costumes as she munched on the appetizers and drank punch. The punch was actually really good this year to, not as boozy as last year but considering how plastered everyone had gotten that was perhaps for the best. She had just finished her third cup and was going for a refill when she caught sight of her roommate Jess and groaned.
It wasn't that Marcy didn't like Jess, she would even describe the woman as her best friend most days of the year, but Jess didn't respect the spirit of Halloween at all. Every year she put the bare minimum effort into a "costume" just so she could get into the party. This year she was dressed as a cow, which for her meant a cow-print tube top and tights, or at least that's what Marcy thought. When Jess turned around Marcy saw that she had at least put on a short cow tail. It was actually a pretty good looking one too, very realistic! It flicked about convincingly and no matter how hard she looked, Marcy couldn't even see where... it... attached.
It was real.
There was no signs of a hidden belt holding it up, it wasn't tied to Jess's pants, it was physically growing from her spine. In fact, Marcy could almost see it grow longer as she stared at it. For whatever reason, her roommate was
actually
growing a cow tail.
Before Marcy could do anything with this realization however, a scream filled the main hall. The source was the vampire lady from before, whose skin was now much paler. She had screamed, presumably, because the woman she had been talking now had six nipples growing down her bare torso.
Marcy, worried, looked over the other guests as well. The Frieren from before was tugging on her ears, trying to remove the plasticine tips to no avail and the two women she was with had taken off their oversized shirt to find their torsos melding together. When she looked to Trevor, hoping this was somehow a prank the fraternity was playing she found him staring in shock as his muscular body morphed to be more in line with the slightly androgynous pretty-boy he was dressed as. Everywhere she looked people were tugging at what had been props, or examining strange changes to their anatomy, and slowly reached a hand up to her head.
Immediately she could tell that the cheap plastic wig was now fully real hair, her own brunette locks completely replaced by golden, neck length curls. There was also no sign of the headband that had once held her horns, just the ridges of skin that marked where they connected to her skull. Even the tiara was looking less like a cheap hunk of plastic and more like a glittering work of art.
Much like everyone else in the party, Marcy began to panic. Her first thought was that someone must have spiked the punch with mushrooms or something. She started making her way to the kitchen, pushing past other party-goers with her increasingly scaly and claw-like hands. She burst through the door, hoping to find some frat guys giggling as they listened to all the people tripping in the next room. What she saw instead was much more disheartening.
Bent over the kitchen's island was a werewolf getting getting fucked from behind by a robot. All eight of her white-fured tits bounced in time with each thrust, and her the sounds coming from her muzzle were sounding more and more like howls each passing second. The robot meanwhile was covered in silvery plating with black rubber filling in the gaps around her joints and hips. Her chest curved out to give the impression of massive breasts, but lacked any cleavage or nipples. This fearlessness carried over to her head, almost like a mannequin.
Most shocking of all however was their cock and balls. The robot's were made of the same black rubber on her crotch, and she was mechanically pistoning it in and out of the werewolf, whose own red rocket was splattering the counter in pre.
Marcy began to question whether these two were actually women, not because of their cocks however, but because he kitchen was normally off limits to guests during these parties so these two were almost certainly members of the fraternity and while some of the frats on campus were fully coed this one was very much a boys only affair. Of course that brought on the question of why they were so feminine looking now? It could be that they were simply both cross-dressing but that felt wrong. It wasn't until she began to feel something getting
harder
deep within the folds of her now silken dress that she began to connect the dots.
"So I take it we're not the only ones transforming, huh?"
Marcy found herself unable to linger on her revelation however as someone called out to her from the other side of the room. She had failed to notice this person when she came in because they were tiny, easily less than two feet tall and, by the looks of it, still shrinking. The leafy tunic and gossamer wings made it pretty clear that this person was dressed as a fairy, though weather or not they would keep shrinking all the way down to Tinkerbell size was unclear. Much like the other two the fairy had proportionally quite large breast, and they didn't bother concealing the cock poking out from under their tunic either.
"Do you know what the fuck is going on?" Marcy approached the counter that the person was sitting on, her wings and tail beginning to fidget nervously as the fabric and wires that they were made of became flesh and bone.
"Pretty sure it was these." The fairy gestured towards some empty cans on the counter nearby. "I'm Brent by the way. Me and the others were the members assigned to kitchen duty."
