Costume Party Revenge
A TFTG story created in collaboration with the artist All Bad Badgers
UNEDITED
CW: Unwilling Permanent Change - Forced Into Being A Pet
“I have the costumes!” Elly called, walking into the apartment with a huge smile on her face and a pair of large bags in her hands. “North, come see what I got you!”
“Hard pass.” North grumbled from the couch, turning up the volume on the TV. “You can throw your dumb party, but that does not mean I have to be part of it,” He looked back at his roommate and scowled. “And I sure as hell am not putting on some dumb costume like a little kid! Pass!”
“Oh come on…” Elly pouted, opening both bags and pulling out a number of leather bundles that certainly would never appear in the costume of any child. North’s eyes widened as she withdrew a leather harness and set it next to a corset. “Eric has put up a big cash prize for the best couples costume and I was thinking, since we are both unattached…” She winked and began playing with a leash. “That we could enter as a couple… I even got us a themed set…”
“Leather and lace?” Eric asked, turning off the TV and turning around fully to look at his roomate.
“Demons.” She pulled a pair of plastic horns from the bag and tossed a pair at Eric. “A succubus and her loyal hellhound…”
North snorted as he looked at the horns. “You want me to be your dog?”
“Well I was thinking you might like to be my big, hunky pet who gets ‘treats’ at the end of the night if he’s good, but if you would rather wear the corset…” Elly giggled. “I can still run out and get some fake breasts? Party’s not for another two hours…”
North laughed and put the plastic horn on his head. “Woof woof.”
-
That evening the guest began to filter in one by one, the huge apartment loft more than capable of hosting their large circle of friends. There was food, beer, music and most important, a wide variety of mature costumes. From hunky firemen and sexy nurses to a selection of unusual outfits drawn from popular culture, the party was a veritable who’s who of overtly sexual caricatures. Yet even amongst all of these, none stood out more than Elly and North. Elly had gone all out, covering herself all over with red body paint and carefully arranging her black leather getup to give her an otherworldly and domineering appearance, topped off with a set of convincing fangs, a pair of dark, monstrous contacts and a black wig. The only thing that kept her from looking like a true fiend were the plastic horns poking out from under the black locks. North by contrast had put much less work into his own look, ditching the fake fur Elly had picked up for him in favor of just doubling down on the kink. His body was almost fully bare, save for a tiny thong and a leather harness which would not have looked out of place in a BDSM dungeon. The one concession he had given to his theme were the matching horns, contacts and fangs Elly had bought him and insisted he wear.
North’s reluctance to go all out had annoyed Elly, though his sheer audacity had more than won over the guests, many of whom, especially the women, found any and all opportunities to get close and ‘compliment’ his look. Within an hour North had all, but forgotten about Elly’s hinted at reward for ‘good behavior’ and the contest, distracted by the propositions he had been given by a scantily clad egyptian queen. The night was all going better than he could have hoped for when a knock on the door drew his attention.
North opened the door to the sight of Mrs. McDunwich, the middle aged woman who lived below his and Elly’s place. She was dressed like a traditional witch, complete with green face paint, though she had not gone half as far as Elly had with her get up. North recalled that she was a widow with a pair of kids, though outside of that he didn’t much know nor care what the old woman got up to. She kept herself to herself mostly and that was good enough for him.
“Excuse me…” Mrs. McDunwich said, clearly taken aback by his barely existent costume. “But… I just got back from trick or treating with my kids and I could not help, but notice how… Loud your being.”
“Well, it’s a party.” North shrugged noncommittally. “Can’t really do much about that.”
“Ah…” Mrs. McDunwich said, averting her eyes from the erection clearly straining at North’s tiny underpants. “Well I don’t want to be a wet blanket, but do you know how long this party is going to last? It’s a school night and-”
She was cut off as North started to close the door. “We will be done by one, maybe, thanks for not being a wet blanket about this... Bye!” The last word was punctuated by the sound of the door slamming in Mrs. McDunwich face.
The middle aged mother stood on the doorstep for a few seconds, taking deep calming breaths before turning back to the stairs. “Alright… Fine…” She muttered under her breath. “I tried being nice, but it’s Halloween night… Lets get wicked…”
Mrs. McDunwich swept down the stairs and into her apartment, brushing past her kids who had begun the yearly tradition of candy swapping and into her private study where she did all of her personal work. With a wave of her hand the door closed and locked and the lights dimmed, giving her the privacy she would need to work her magic. A half dozen dusty tomes flew from the shelves and opened before her, flipping from page to page as she examined her options.
“No…” She muttered. “Far too gory… That’s a bit too far… That’s not far enough, frankly… Well that would just drag us all to hell, so no…” Her eyes alighted upon a passage in one of the flying books and at once her whole face lit up. “PERFECT! And I know just the little twist to add for that rude man in the leather…”
-
North returned to the party just as Eric began to call people together for the costume contest. Suddenly remembering his promise and deciding that it would not hurt to at least fulfil the bare minimum of what had been asked from him, he rushed over to join Elly. She shot him a dirty look as he turned to stand next to her along with two other couples, one dressed as Link and a shygal and the other pair as what looked to be a ghost and a zombie.
“Glad you could make it.” Elly hissed. “Not too busy flirting with everyone of my single friends to join me?”
“Single?” North asked with a sly smirk. “I don’t like to limit myself too much, not when there's so much of me to give…”
“Gross.” Elly scowled. “I can’t believe I was going to…”
“Going to what?” North asked, his smirk growing wider. “I bet I could talk Samantha into a three way if that’s what your angling toward…”
“Screw you North!” Elly growled and slapped the back of his head. “After the contest, you and Samantha get out of here, I don’t want to see either one of you again tonight!”
Before North could say anything else, a wave of heat passed over the apartment, causing the hosts and all of the guests to sway and stagger on their feet. As the wave passed, the party goers looked around in confusion, unsure of what had happened.
“What was-” The man dressed as link asked, before covering his mouth with his hands. His voice had come out high and airy, far more girlish than seemed appropriate for an adult in his late 20’s.
“George?” His friend asked, her voice sounding almost muted under the shyguy mask she wore. “W-What’s wrong? W-Why d-do I f-feel s-so t-timid…?”
On their other side the woman in the ghost costume collapsed in a faint, yet a second later, rematerialized standing where she had been a moment before, her skin and tattered white gown translucent to the point of almost being transparent! Her girlfriend who had been covered in a greenish paint shambled over to her and reached out with a stiff hand. The translucent woman reached out hesitantly, but found her hand connecting solidly with her partner’s. “What’s going on?” She asked, her voice hollow and haunting.
“I dooooon’t knooow…” Her girlfriend moaned and shrugged. “Buuuuuut I think I can liiiiiive with it.”
North looked around the room and saw as all about people began to more and more resemble their costumes, though in many cases that also came with them changing in more ways than one. He was about to get up and make a run for it when he felt a sudden shift in his balance and he fell to the floor, hands catching him just before he face planted into the ground. He tried to push himself back up when he noticed his hands burst out with a layer of fur and transform into paws. He let out a yelp that sounded like a yip and tried to stand again, but found his new center of balance would not allow it. “W-Wait, I didn’t put on any dog parts!” He called as something long and furry poked from his ass. “I should just be a demon or a guy into kink!”
“Not quite…” Elly smirked and plucked off a sticky note one of the girls he had been flirting with had left on him. North’s eyes widened as he read the phone number and below it the message, ‘Bad dog’.
“N-No th-that can’t be all it takes!” North whined as fur sprang up all over his body and his face pushed out into a muzzle. “I didn’t even want to be a stupid dog!” His body shrank as it reshaped, ears becoming large and triangular and plastic horns melting into real ones.
Similar changes were also affecting Elly, though her costume had been so on point that it was hardly noticeable outside of a few minor touches like the much more realistic horns, pointed years and far brighter and more malicious gleam behind the eyes. She reached down and with surprising ease picked up North and placed him on the kitchen table before snapping the leash she had teased him with earlier to his collar. “Oh, but I think there's so much more to this then that…” She stroked his back, then moved her hand under his belly and rubbed a set of six nipples that set a wave of pleasure and panic thru his body. “After all, I don’t think male dogs have these…”
North whimpered as he felt the six tiny pinpricks swell under Elly’s touch, becoming a set of small, but perky breasts. She smiled as he blushed and began to pant. “E-Elly! Stop! This isn’t funny!”
“Your right…” Elly sighed and reached under the table. As she rummaged, North felt his manhood suck in between his legs, forming a tight, moist new set of lips.
“Elly, whatever your doing, hurry! It’s getting worse!” North called just as his, now her roommate straighten back up.
Elly chuckled, “Your right, I simply must do something about that sound.” Before North could react she felt a ball forced into her mouth and a tight strap hooked behind the back of her head. “Their, much better, don’t you think?”
North tried to speak, but found her words muffled by the gag. Elly chuckled again and rubbed the new hell hound bitches head. “Wonderful… In that case, let’s make a deal. If you DON’T want to be my pet from now on, if you DON’T want to do whatever mistress says, eat from a bowl and let mistress train you to be the best little bitch she can make you… Just tell me so, okay?” North tried to shout something, but could not get the words past the ball gag. Elly just smiled more broadly and rubbed her back. “That’s what I thought, good girl…”
-
In the days that followed the people of the city would have to get used to the motley crew of strange looking people who appeared seemingly out of nowhere that Halloween night, walking corpses, ghosts, copyright protected characters and a whole host of other oddities. But as days turned to weeks, to months and eventually years, everyone more or less got used to the strangeness of it all and soon enough they had returned to their old lives, more or less.
All save for the hosts of the infamous holiday bash. Elly quit her day job and became a full time party planner, indulging in her new unquenchable lust for carnal pleasures nightly. She quickly gained a reputation for being the best in the city and never lacked for a ready and willing partner or three for whatever sort of good time she desired.
As for North, no one was really sure what had happened to him as a fog clouded all memory of his fate that night. Some suggested he had escaped before things really got out of hand and others that he had straight up skipped out and that others had just misremembered seeing him walking about in a fetish harness that night. When asked her opinion, Elly would always just smile and pet her odd little hell hound pets head and say…
“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere…”
“Hard pass.” North grumbled from the couch, turning up the volume on the TV. “You can throw your dumb party, but that does not mean I have to be part of it,” He looked back at his roommate and scowled. “And I sure as hell am not putting on some dumb costume like a little kid! Pass!”
“Oh come on…” Elly pouted, opening both bags and pulling out a number of leather bundles that certainly would never appear in the costume of any child. North’s eyes widened as she withdrew a leather harness and set it next to a corset. “Eric has put up a big cash prize for the best couples costume and I was thinking, since we are both unattached…” She winked and began playing with a leash. “That we could enter as a couple… I even got us a themed set…”
“Leather and lace?” Eric asked, turning off the TV and turning around fully to look at his roomate.
“Demons.” She pulled a pair of plastic horns from the bag and tossed a pair at Eric. “A succubus and her loyal hellhound…”
North snorted as he looked at the horns. “You want me to be your dog?”
“Well I was thinking you might like to be my big, hunky pet who gets ‘treats’ at the end of the night if he’s good, but if you would rather wear the corset…” Elly giggled. “I can still run out and get some fake breasts? Party’s not for another two hours…”
North laughed and put the plastic horn on his head. “Woof woof.”
-
That evening the guest began to filter in one by one, the huge apartment loft more than capable of hosting their large circle of friends. There was food, beer, music and most important, a wide variety of mature costumes. From hunky firemen and sexy nurses to a selection of unusual outfits drawn from popular culture, the party was a veritable who’s who of overtly sexual caricatures. Yet even amongst all of these, none stood out more than Elly and North. Elly had gone all out, covering herself all over with red body paint and carefully arranging her black leather getup to give her an otherworldly and domineering appearance, topped off with a set of convincing fangs, a pair of dark, monstrous contacts and a black wig. The only thing that kept her from looking like a true fiend were the plastic horns poking out from under the black locks. North by contrast had put much less work into his own look, ditching the fake fur Elly had picked up for him in favor of just doubling down on the kink. His body was almost fully bare, save for a tiny thong and a leather harness which would not have looked out of place in a BDSM dungeon. The one concession he had given to his theme were the matching horns, contacts and fangs Elly had bought him and insisted he wear.
North’s reluctance to go all out had annoyed Elly, though his sheer audacity had more than won over the guests, many of whom, especially the women, found any and all opportunities to get close and ‘compliment’ his look. Within an hour North had all, but forgotten about Elly’s hinted at reward for ‘good behavior’ and the contest, distracted by the propositions he had been given by a scantily clad egyptian queen. The night was all going better than he could have hoped for when a knock on the door drew his attention.
North opened the door to the sight of Mrs. McDunwich, the middle aged woman who lived below his and Elly’s place. She was dressed like a traditional witch, complete with green face paint, though she had not gone half as far as Elly had with her get up. North recalled that she was a widow with a pair of kids, though outside of that he didn’t much know nor care what the old woman got up to. She kept herself to herself mostly and that was good enough for him.
“Excuse me…” Mrs. McDunwich said, clearly taken aback by his barely existent costume. “But… I just got back from trick or treating with my kids and I could not help, but notice how… Loud your being.”
“Well, it’s a party.” North shrugged noncommittally. “Can’t really do much about that.”
“Ah…” Mrs. McDunwich said, averting her eyes from the erection clearly straining at North’s tiny underpants. “Well I don’t want to be a wet blanket, but do you know how long this party is going to last? It’s a school night and-”
She was cut off as North started to close the door. “We will be done by one, maybe, thanks for not being a wet blanket about this... Bye!” The last word was punctuated by the sound of the door slamming in Mrs. McDunwich face.
The middle aged mother stood on the doorstep for a few seconds, taking deep calming breaths before turning back to the stairs. “Alright… Fine…” She muttered under her breath. “I tried being nice, but it’s Halloween night… Lets get wicked…”
Mrs. McDunwich swept down the stairs and into her apartment, brushing past her kids who had begun the yearly tradition of candy swapping and into her private study where she did all of her personal work. With a wave of her hand the door closed and locked and the lights dimmed, giving her the privacy she would need to work her magic. A half dozen dusty tomes flew from the shelves and opened before her, flipping from page to page as she examined her options.
“No…” She muttered. “Far too gory… That’s a bit too far… That’s not far enough, frankly… Well that would just drag us all to hell, so no…” Her eyes alighted upon a passage in one of the flying books and at once her whole face lit up. “PERFECT! And I know just the little twist to add for that rude man in the leather…”
-
North returned to the party just as Eric began to call people together for the costume contest. Suddenly remembering his promise and deciding that it would not hurt to at least fulfil the bare minimum of what had been asked from him, he rushed over to join Elly. She shot him a dirty look as he turned to stand next to her along with two other couples, one dressed as Link and a shygal and the other pair as what looked to be a ghost and a zombie.
“Glad you could make it.” Elly hissed. “Not too busy flirting with everyone of my single friends to join me?”
“Single?” North asked with a sly smirk. “I don’t like to limit myself too much, not when there's so much of me to give…”
“Gross.” Elly scowled. “I can’t believe I was going to…”
“Going to what?” North asked, his smirk growing wider. “I bet I could talk Samantha into a three way if that’s what your angling toward…”
“Screw you North!” Elly growled and slapped the back of his head. “After the contest, you and Samantha get out of here, I don’t want to see either one of you again tonight!”
Before North could say anything else, a wave of heat passed over the apartment, causing the hosts and all of the guests to sway and stagger on their feet. As the wave passed, the party goers looked around in confusion, unsure of what had happened.
“What was-” The man dressed as link asked, before covering his mouth with his hands. His voice had come out high and airy, far more girlish than seemed appropriate for an adult in his late 20’s.
“George?” His friend asked, her voice sounding almost muted under the shyguy mask she wore. “W-What’s wrong? W-Why d-do I f-feel s-so t-timid…?”
On their other side the woman in the ghost costume collapsed in a faint, yet a second later, rematerialized standing where she had been a moment before, her skin and tattered white gown translucent to the point of almost being transparent! Her girlfriend who had been covered in a greenish paint shambled over to her and reached out with a stiff hand. The translucent woman reached out hesitantly, but found her hand connecting solidly with her partner’s. “What’s going on?” She asked, her voice hollow and haunting.
“I dooooon’t knooow…” Her girlfriend moaned and shrugged. “Buuuuuut I think I can liiiiiive with it.”
North looked around the room and saw as all about people began to more and more resemble their costumes, though in many cases that also came with them changing in more ways than one. He was about to get up and make a run for it when he felt a sudden shift in his balance and he fell to the floor, hands catching him just before he face planted into the ground. He tried to push himself back up when he noticed his hands burst out with a layer of fur and transform into paws. He let out a yelp that sounded like a yip and tried to stand again, but found his new center of balance would not allow it. “W-Wait, I didn’t put on any dog parts!” He called as something long and furry poked from his ass. “I should just be a demon or a guy into kink!”
“Not quite…” Elly smirked and plucked off a sticky note one of the girls he had been flirting with had left on him. North’s eyes widened as he read the phone number and below it the message, ‘Bad dog’.
“N-No th-that can’t be all it takes!” North whined as fur sprang up all over his body and his face pushed out into a muzzle. “I didn’t even want to be a stupid dog!” His body shrank as it reshaped, ears becoming large and triangular and plastic horns melting into real ones.
Similar changes were also affecting Elly, though her costume had been so on point that it was hardly noticeable outside of a few minor touches like the much more realistic horns, pointed years and far brighter and more malicious gleam behind the eyes. She reached down and with surprising ease picked up North and placed him on the kitchen table before snapping the leash she had teased him with earlier to his collar. “Oh, but I think there's so much more to this then that…” She stroked his back, then moved her hand under his belly and rubbed a set of six nipples that set a wave of pleasure and panic thru his body. “After all, I don’t think male dogs have these…”
North whimpered as he felt the six tiny pinpricks swell under Elly’s touch, becoming a set of small, but perky breasts. She smiled as he blushed and began to pant. “E-Elly! Stop! This isn’t funny!”
“Your right…” Elly sighed and reached under the table. As she rummaged, North felt his manhood suck in between his legs, forming a tight, moist new set of lips.
“Elly, whatever your doing, hurry! It’s getting worse!” North called just as his, now her roommate straighten back up.
Elly chuckled, “Your right, I simply must do something about that sound.” Before North could react she felt a ball forced into her mouth and a tight strap hooked behind the back of her head. “Their, much better, don’t you think?”
North tried to speak, but found her words muffled by the gag. Elly chuckled again and rubbed the new hell hound bitches head. “Wonderful… In that case, let’s make a deal. If you DON’T want to be my pet from now on, if you DON’T want to do whatever mistress says, eat from a bowl and let mistress train you to be the best little bitch she can make you… Just tell me so, okay?” North tried to shout something, but could not get the words past the ball gag. Elly just smiled more broadly and rubbed her back. “That’s what I thought, good girl…”
-
In the days that followed the people of the city would have to get used to the motley crew of strange looking people who appeared seemingly out of nowhere that Halloween night, walking corpses, ghosts, copyright protected characters and a whole host of other oddities. But as days turned to weeks, to months and eventually years, everyone more or less got used to the strangeness of it all and soon enough they had returned to their old lives, more or less.
All save for the hosts of the infamous holiday bash. Elly quit her day job and became a full time party planner, indulging in her new unquenchable lust for carnal pleasures nightly. She quickly gained a reputation for being the best in the city and never lacked for a ready and willing partner or three for whatever sort of good time she desired.
As for North, no one was really sure what had happened to him as a fog clouded all memory of his fate that night. Some suggested he had escaped before things really got out of hand and others that he had straight up skipped out and that others had just misremembered seeing him walking about in a fetish harness that night. When asked her opinion, Elly would always just smile and pet her odd little hell hound pets head and say…
“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere…”
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