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In the Spirit of... By TwoSpiritsTG ----------------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoy the story please leave a review. I always read them, and love hearing back from those following my works. It's the inspiration that keeps me writing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a collection of holiday specials. This will not interfere with any other stories I am working on. It will be a majority of American holidays to begin with (such as the Fourth of July, Independence Day) but I do plan on getting some other cultures in as well over time. TABLE OF CONTENTS Use ctrl+f to search the chapter tag. Prologue ---------------------------- [INTRO] Synopsis ---------------------------- [tl;dr] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2018 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...Halloween ---------------------- [10/31/2018] ...Thanksgiving ------------------- [11/22/2018] ...Christmas ---------------------- SIBC ...New Year's Eve ----------------- SIBC ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2019 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Should it be Continued ======================================================================= Prologue [INTRO] ======================================================================= "Yeah Charlie, it'll be fun. Scared?" my buddy Thomas joked mockingly from the front seat of the car. We originally met junior year of high school, but didn't talk much. He was a football player and I was, well, I didn't do anything. I wasn't a loser, popular, a burnout, or anything really. I was just, well, there. I had friends, went to all my classes if I wasn't sick, and did normal kid stuff, but I never got involved in after school activities or anything else for that matter. Thomas and I were randomly selected as roommates in college, and I guess that's when you could officially say we became friends. He wasn't playing sports anymore, and let his hair grow out just past his ears. He stayed in shape, but wasn't near as athletic as he used to be. "Oh can it Thomas, stop making fun of me," Isabelle piped up from next to me in the back seat. She's the girl that got away. I like to call her my ex since we dated a little for two weeks in college, but she wasn't that into me. She says we were only 'testing our compatibility' and that 'The stars just weren't right for us.' As a result, her and everyone I know agree that she's not officially my ex. Despite the heavy reliance on astrology and mysticism, she's perfect in every way. She's passionate, loyal, easy to talk to, and pretty down to earth about normal matters. Her long, silky black hair felt like water when I used to run my hands through it, and her slender body felt perfect under my arm like it needed to be coveted. Thomas laughed, stretching out his syllables like he was a ghost. "Whaaaaaat? Arrrrrren't weeeee summmonnning the deeeeaaaa- Oof!" Carol punched him. She was driving. She was Isabelle's best friend since elementary, and Thomas' older sister by about three years. She naturally had brown hair, like her brother, but constantly dyed it different colors. At the moment she was blonde with purple streaks, but if she dyed it tonight while we were in the middle of the woods I wouldn't exactly be surprised. She worked as a DJ at some night clubs in the city, and was pretty successful. She was able to afford a city apartment and had some extra spending money which is saying something considering New York City's living needs. None of us have any proof, but we're all pretty sure that she's dealing coke on the side to make up for the extra cash. If she is, she isn't using. "Stop making fun of her," Carol snapped. "You're always such a douche, you don't have to believe in this stuff to have fun." Thomas rubbed his arm. "That hurt..." he said lowly. Carol punched him again in the same spot. A voice from the 'trunk', which was merely a back hatch to the car only separated by the backs of the seat, piped up. "Can't we all just get along?" That was Aaron. He was sort of a burnout, but not nearly as bad as he used to be. He dropped out of college to pursue art, but when that didn't work out he got a full-time job at a local grocery store. He lives in a mother-daughter house in the suburbs, upstairs from his mother and pays rent. He's the guy you always invite to a party. We're not sure how we know him, he just kind of shows up within circles of friends and is welcomed. This time, however, we didn't invite him. Turns out, he got a little drunk with some other friends last night and was in Carol's neighborhood. He didn't want to wake her, so instead he broke into her car and went to sleep. We weren't upset when we discovered him there after already making it to the interstate, and frankly welcomed the extra company. We were on our way to some campgrounds in upstate New York. Isabelle pushed for this particular night because it's the fall equinox, and some other gibberish about how the stars, planets, and moon are in a special alignment that occurs only once a year, and would never happen on a fall equinox again for several millennia. She said something about the specific location, but honestly I don't remember all the details. The rest of us were just looking to spend some time together since we don't get to see terribly too much of each other since graduating college. All of us except Carol were about 23, and just needed some socializing. "Well I'm excited at least," I said perking up. Thomas laughed at me. "Excited for what? You NEVER get excited about ANYTHING." It was true. During any school pep rally I was the kid that rolled his eyes and trudged through it. When I was younger I always slept well on Christmas Eve and my parents had just as difficult a time waking me up as every other kid had waking up their parents. Even my birthday didn't keep me reminding everyone day of. I smiled, laughed, and enjoyed things, but never understood the whole holiday spirit thing. I'm just not excitable I guess. "Well there is a first time for everything," Isabelle chimed in patting me on the shoulder. Once we arrived we climbed out of the car and started to hike through the woods following Isabelle. Aaron actually didn't know what we were doing, and didn't ask. It was dusk when we arrived at the forest clearing. Thomas, Aaron, and I were all sent out to collect firewood as 'the guys of the group' and Carol and Isabelle did, um, well frankly I think they thought it was funny to send us out. We collected enough to keep a fire going for the beginning of the night. Thomas complained that we should have been doing this on a beach, but Isabelle reminded him that the location here was best suited for our needs. Thomas scoffed, and Carol shot him a death glare. The air was much cooler out here, since we were at a much higher elevation than back home. It was crisp and nipped the ears slightly, but it wasn't quite enough to get specially dressed for yet. The fire was barely higher than anyone's chest as we sat on a log in front of it, but it gave a soft glow and was pleasantly warm. We talked and joked for about an hour until Isabelle stood up, standing in the small space between us and the fire and faced us. "Tonight we are here to commune with the SPIRITS," she said with emphasis on 'spirits' and shot Thomas a glare. "Not the dead, as All Hallows Eve is known for, but the natural spirits of the world. We each will try to contact one through whatever means seems natural to you." Isabelle kneeled down. "Oh, Mother Earth, Descend upon me and grant me your wisdom," she said standing up and starting to dance around the fire. "Impart your gifts to me, and take my dance of the wind upon your earth, around this hearth, fueled by the wood of your forests, grown from the waters of your benevolence!" Carol smiled as her friend attempted to commune with Mother Earth, while Thomas did his best to stifle his laugh. Aaron watched with intrigue, the blunt in his hand starting to burn through from lack of attention. I simply gawked, conscious not to let my jaw fall. I didn't believe in any of this, but I did support Isabelle's love of it, and frankly if I wasn't head over heels for her she was putting on a great show with the fire flickering. When her dance was complete, she bowed to the fire and thanked it, turning back around and sitting between Thomas and Carol. We all clapped in support except Thomas, who let out his laugh. "You are such a douche!" Carol yelled, reaching over Isabelle and shoving him off the log. "What?" he asked. "It was funny." Isabelle frowned, looking at the ground embarrassed. She refused to make eye contact, and Carol mouthed pointing a finger at Thomas. "You're fucking dead, get up there," and pointed to the fire. Thomas rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, okay?" And stood up to the fire. "Um, I contact the angels of the outfield or whatever, may they stop playing sports and, um, make my life better. Amen." No one laughed except Thomas, and Carol grabbed him by the arm and threw him on the opposite end of the log. By the time she turned to go up, Aaron was already at the fire. "Oh," he said, "um, you want to go?" Carol was a little shocked, but shook her head. "Uh, no no. Go ahead." "Okay, cool," Aaron said, pulling a paper out of his pocket. "Um, what you guys are doing is pretty cool. Not sure if it will work or not, but can't say it'll be from lack of trying, huh?" Isabelle smiled a little, watching Aaron intently. "Um, well I can't dance or sing or something. I guess I contact the spirits of art, or muses, or whatever you guys call yourselves. I tried to pursue it full time and wasn't able to, I want some, uh, help." Aaron held up the folded paper in his hand, turning to the fire. "This is a drawing I've been working on for a few years. I've never quite been able to get it right. No one's ever seen it, but it's still my best work despite its flaws. I put this in the fire to prove my motivations aren't for fame, but am forthright in wanting money to live off of." And he dropped the paper in the fire. Thomas rolled his eyes, picking up the blunt Aaron left on the log and took a hit. Isabelle clapped, starting to regain her vigor. I was a little jealous of Aaron for picking her up and immediately stood up between the group and the fire. It was warm against my back, and the cool night embraced my face. Everyone was watching me intently, even Thomas seemed a little surprised I was up there. To be fair, I was too. I had no 'spirit' in mind to contact. No plan at all really. I just wanted to make Isabelle happy and rushed into things without thinking about it. "Uh," I started. "I don't exactly know who to contact or how. I'm, well you guys know me." "Then try to contact someone for that," Isabelle suggested. "Huh?" I asked, lost. "Your holiday spirit," Isabelle asked. "Ask for help with that." "Uh, okay, let's do that," I said. "Anyone, specific?" "Bacchus, the Roman god," Aaron suggested. "He had parties so wild the Roman government banned his festival for 100 years. If anyone could help it's him." "Okay, Bacchus. I summon thee to, um, help me get into the spirit of holidays," I said with my arms outstretched. I felt a little silly and there was a knot in my stomach, and Isabelle has a look of deep concern hinted with fear. Thomas laughed, reaching into his back. "Drink this!" and tossed a bottle to me. I nearly dropped the bottle, but managed to save it. I looked down at it. "Wine?" Aaron smiled. "God of wine, drunkenness, and orgasmic debauchery. It fits." "Wait, he gets laid?" Thomas said with jealousy. "No," Isabelle and Carol said together. "It's fine, it's fine," I said, opening the wine. "Well, uh, down the hatch I guess." It was rich and strong, and I coughed a little, but my nerves were causing my legs and arms to shake and I just wanted to take the edge off a little. I was a little overzealous, spilling the cold liquid on my shirt a bit as I did so. Thomas clapped. "Ha! Anything is a drinking game!" Carol clenched her teeth and made a fist, sticking her thumb out and drew a line across her neck indicating that Thomas has gone too far. Isabelle looked concerned. "Guys, maybe this isn't a good idea. We should mostly contact benign spirits, summoning a deity is something entirely-" "Oh relax," Thomas said. "It's not like it'll actu-" But he was cut off as the fire exploded into a huge swirling column that reached above the trees. I barely got a few mouthfuls down when I whipped around at the blazing inferno. Stumbling backwards. The embers subsided, and the vague visage of a woman floated red above the flames. "I. Come. On. The. Behalf. Of. Lord. Bacchus," it said slowly. I barely could make out a face, and only knew it was a woman by her hips and long, flowing hair. I could only assume it as making eye contact with me as the upper part I can only assume was a head followed my movements intently. I tried to speak up, but it flew right at me. I turned around and tried to run, but it slammed right into my back and melded into me. I crashed into the ground, all my veins flaring up, becoming visible and red to the others. It didn't hurt, but I felt a presence settle in and fade away. My veins slowly returned to normal, and I stood up. "Uh, uh," Carol said. "Look, maybe we should call it here guys, okay?" Isabelle was running towards me. "Oh my god, Charlie! Are you okay?" I don't remember much more than her kneeling next to me holding my head before I blacked out. ======================================================================= Synopsis [tl;dr] ======================================================================= Charlie, 23-year-old college graduate, goes into the woods in upstate New York with 4 of his friends on the Fall Equinox. Thomas, the roommate from college. Isabelle the girl that got away. Carol, the sister of Thomas and Isabelle's best friend. And Aaron, the burnout who happens upon events. Isabelle wishes to commune with spirits while the others just showed up to have fun. Nothing happens except when Charlie tries to summon Bacchus, God of drunkenness and orgasmic debauchery, known to have festivals that ended in orgies not even the Roman government could handle. Charlie, previously unexcitable and passive is given another chance to enjoy festivities. How? He does not yet know, but he's sure he doesn't like it. ======================================================================= ...Halloween [10/31/2018] ======================================================================= It's been just over a month since the incident during the equinox. Isabelle wanted to talk about it, but I withdrew to myself and refused. The others insisted that we all drank a little too much, and mixed with Aaron's smoking in such close proximity we probably imagined the whole thing. I felt terrible pushing her away like I was, but I knew we were never going to happen and honestly didn't want to think of how I was violated. I didn't tell the others, but when I woke up and looked in the mirror, I saw the visage of the wine spirit for a few seconds overlapping my own reflection. It was long enough for me to consciously take a good look and confirm it was not a trick of the mind before it vanished. During the last week of October Carol swung by my place in the early afternoon. "Show me what you have planned for Saturday," she demanded, pushing through me and into my apartment. "Wha- what?" I stammered out. "What's Saturday?" She was already in my room looking through my closet, staring at the banana suit hanging in the open. "That is not what you planned on wearing to my Halloween party, is it?" "Your party? It's your club that's holding it." "Yes," she said with an eyeroll. "And it's employees, friends of, and regulars only." "Like last year, yeah. I was there, remember?" "I do," she said walking passed me and tapping my shoulder to follow. "In that costume. You aren't wearing it again, let's go. I'm buying." I sighed, but frankly knew resisting was futile. I climbed into the passenger seat and we set off to the city. The store was slammed this close to the holiday, and choices were limited. Most of the costumes were pretty minimalist, which was not okay with Carol, and it was about four hours before she finally decided what was acceptable. There was a devil costume still in stock that I was originally against because of how unoriginal it was, but Carol insisted on it unless I wanted to be some 'lame Jack-O-Lanturn.' Spoiler: I did. Still, it was something and made her happy, whatever. I was just going for the cheap booze anyway since it's not like I got candy anymore. The rest of the week was uneventful. Thomas came over for horror movie marathons and we watched some classic and some that neither of us have seen yet. Most weren't that scary, and some were downright terrible. We ended up mimicking Mystery Science Theater 3000 and seeking out some of the worst movies in the genre we could find. Come Saturday Isabelle came over close to sunset with her make-up kit with a mission given by Carol to set my features apart from the other devils that would be there. She was already dressed in long green robes and brown vines, completed with a headdress and makeup. "Mother Earth?" I asked as she walked through my door. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "I only find it fitting seeing as I just attempted to commune with her." My stomach turned. Please don't bring up that night and ask me about it again, please. We sat down at the kitchen table and she started with a red face paint as a base and focused on shaping my eyebrows and cheekbones to give me a more sinister look. I didn't really care for the details so I didn't pay much attention to them, I was just excited to be spending time with Isabelle. We chatted for the two hours it took to get it all on, and much to my relief she didn't bring up last month at all. After we finished with the make-up I put on the rest of my costume, a simple red cotton suit that was slightly too big and baggy, complete with horns attached to a hood too loose for my head and an anti- climactic loose tail. I grabbed the cheap red plastic pitchfork and struck a pose. "So, uh, how do I look?" Isabelle tried her best not to laugh. "That bad, huh?" "No, no," she said gleefully, "it's just that those look more like pajamas than a costume hahaha." I shrugged. "Eh, whatever. Not like I really care. You ready to go? Carol wanted us before sundown to help set up or whatever." Isabelle seemed slightly disappointed at my lack of enthusiasm, but digressed. She nodded as we headed out to her car. I hopped into the passenger seat and buckled up, tossing my pitchfork into the back seat. We had a good ride to the club. Even if she wasn't romantically attracted to me, she definitely at least enjoyed my company as a friend. I cherish that at least, despite how obvious it is to everyone that I want more. We pulled into a nearby parking garage and got a decent spot near the stairs on the third floor. I grabbed the pitchfork from the back and headed down the stairs with Isabelle and walked down the street to the club. The bouncer at the door recognized Isabelle and let us in. The room was well lit for the set-up and much cleaner than I expected. I've only ever been in a club when it was open when the lighting was a lot dimmer with flashing lights and loud music, so being in here during before hours was surreal. We spotted Thomas across the room and Carol smacking him upside his head. We have no idea what he did, but he probably deserved it. "Hey gurl!" Carol announced from across the room as Isabelle ran up to her. Carol's hair was jet black with white streaks this time, slicked back with blackened skin and a white skull painted on her face. She was wearing a skin-tight black bodysuit with a white skeleton overtop of it. "That costume is amazing!" Isabelle announced, giving her bestie a hug. "Wait until you see it under the black lights when I'm on stage," Carol replied with a sick grin on her face. Thomas was sitting at a table on his phone dressed as a cowboy. His hat was on the table next to him. He looked up from his phone at me. "Sup? Nice jammies. I thought you were going to wear that banana costume again this year." Carol hit him again. "What did I do this time?" Thomas moaned, rubbing the back of his head, "He's worn it EVERY year since we were roomies." "Well," Carol interjected, "he's wearing something else this year. Even if it is a little... too big." I started to shrug, but the lights flickered very slightly and a strange sense of excitement welled up in me. "It's fine! I'm actually ready to get this party started. What did you want us to do first Carol?!" Thomas looked at me perplexed. "You- uh- you okay there budd-" "-Uh yeah," Carol said interrupting Thomas, but was clearly as stunned. "Why don't you and my brother start putting up some of these cobwebs. Isabelle and I are going to hang some decorations over the bar." "We're still getting paid for this right?" Thomas muttered. Carol glared at him. "Of course, idiot. We're not volunteering for a charity or anything." The next few hours were pretty boring, but Thomas and I joked around and got paid to do it. We could hear the line outside chattering, waiting for the club to open, despite it being an invite only event. Eventually the lights died down, and generic background music picked up with a spooky twist to it. Ambience was set and the club was ready to open. I ran over to the others, grabbing Thomas and Carol in each arm and pulling them in. "This is going to be so much fun tonight guys! Omg." "Did you just-" "-Say oh em gee?" Thomas started, Carol finishing the sentence. "Hey, Charlie," Isabelle said, "I really like that you're finally getting excited about these things, but mayb-" But the doors opened and I couldn't wait any longer. I let go of the siblings and ran out onto the dance floor to get the party started. It was only a couple of minutes before the whole room was flooded with patrons. All were staff, friends and family of, regulars given special invites, and other VIPs. I picked up a beer and started to mingle with a few different crowds. I got a lot of compliments on my make-up, and eventually some girls said they loved my form fitting costume. Wait, form fitting? That's weird, but sure enough though the costume was just the right size, the two small horns on the hood were firmly in place on my head, and tail exactly where it needed to be. Odd, it must have shrunk while I was wearing it. Maybe I was sweating too much and the cotton shrunk down? Who knows. I continued to drink and dance and have the time of my life. This was easily the most fun I've had in a long time. I bumped into Carol while she was on her way to the stage to start her set. "Carol! This is great! Why didn't you tell me how much fun this was going to be! I would have come last year too!" Her face lacked any expression. "You did come last y- how much have you had to drink?" "Not enough!" I joked, laughing and leaning over. "Seriously, this is only my third beer." "Sup," a voice from behind me said. As I turned around I saw Carol's face twist into pure confusion. It was Aaron. He was wearing regular street clothes, the only thing unordinary was his tall white and red striped hat and a name tag sticker that said "Cool Cat in the Hat." "Hey buddy!" I announced, patting him on the back. Carol motioned her hand in her confusion at Aaron. "What? How did you? This is a closed party, how did you get in?" "Huh?" Aaron said, looking up in thought. "I don't know. I just used the front door. Why? Do I need to leave?" "No I want you to stay," Carol started, "I, um, just. You know what. Nevermind. Nevermind." She continued to ramble to herself as she turned away and went to the stage. "Nice leather suit dude," Aaron said, running a hand up my arm. Leather? I looked down, and sure as hell my suit was leather. Really nice, high quality leather at that. It ran all the way down to my feet which were slightly effeminate looking. If I didn't know any better I would say they were half-inch heels. Now I know something was off. The shrunken suit was one thing that could be explained, but this? I needed to find Isabelle, she's the only one into this shit and may know what's going on. I nodded my head for Aaron to follow and headed off to the last place I saw her. I made it to the bar where Thomas was sitting down, Aaron in tow. "Hey man, have you seen Isabelle?" I winced a little, my body felt like it was on fire. Not painfully, just very warm. Thomas looked over to me. "Dude, you got to let her go, she's not inter- hey, did you change costumes? That one looks a lot better." I shook my head. "No, the costume itself changed." Thomas laughed. "Yeah. Sure it did." "Seriously!" I exclaimed. "Isabelle would know-" But my attention was drawn to a freshly made drink. Dry ice was dropped into it creating a mist effect for the holiday, and I saw the mist coalesce into the shape of that fire spirit I saw that night. The misty form in the vague shape of a woman blew a kiss at me and dissipated. The music dimmed and Carol came over the mic. "Are you spooks ready to get this party started?!" The crowd cheered. "Well, let's get started with a remix a good friend of mine worked on of Rob Zombie's Drag-u- LA!" Almost instantly I dropped to the floor holding my stomach. I wasn't in pain, but a huge rush coursed through my body. Thomas hopped off his stool, dropping his playfulness. "There there buddy, let's get you to the bathroom." Thomas and Aaron both carried me to the restroom which was surprisingly empty considering the crowd. They tried to get me to a toilet, but I pushed away from them and leaned against the sink in front of the mirror. "I don't need to throw up. I just-" My voice trailed off as I looked in the mirror. The visage of the spirit was overlapping my face again. I got a better look this time, a beautiful woman with big eyes and super long, flowing hair. From her forehead were two large ram horns that wrapped back over her head and down just past her shoulders. It wasn't demonic looking in the slightest. As I stepped back in awe, her overlay over my body showed her having the bottom half of a goat with red fur before vanishing away. I turned to the two next to me. "Did you guys see.... that?" I asked. Their eyes were locked on the mirror speechless. I think they did. I turned back to the mirror and noticed that my hood wasn't up anymore. I reached around for it, but it wasn't there. It didn't exist at all anymore. The horns on my head were instead kept in place with a headband. My face looked rather silly with just the face paint on and no red hood surrounding it, but something else was off. My hair seemed to be more off-red than brown, and was shifting into a deeper and deeper red. At the same time it was growing, slicking back and being kept in place with the horns, until it just reached my shoulders. Only a little of my bangs was kept out of the entrapped hair and dangled in my face. I reached up to touch my hair and saw my fingers looked daintier. I looked down at them, watching as the cheap gloves I had on started to grow up my arm, chasing my receding leather sleeve. The gloves continued to grow past my elbows, and I was now sleeveless. "A-A-Aaron?" Thomas stammered out. "Go get Isabelle." Aaron nodded and ran out. I turned to follow, but stumbled with a few loud clicking noises as my feet hit the ground. Those half inch heels from before were growing in full 4-inch stilettos. The fabric near my crotch started stretching out and sticking together before separating from my boots, giving me a short leather miniskirt and long leather heels that ran up my thighs. Above the skirt, the leather separated and started running up, exposing my belly until it was just above my rib cage. The slight pudge of my stomach started to flatten out, and waist started to slim down. I was moaning in ecstasy as the changes took hold. My slender hand ran down my sides to the growing warm sensation in my ass. It started to grow and strain against the leather, making an audible rubbing noise and it pushed forward and expanded. My hips widened, bones popping as they shifted. My left hand then gravitated to my chest, which started to swell. My small top resisted the growth, but couldn't stop them from blooming. I arched backwards, pushing my chest forward and grabbed the stall doors behind me. I was roaring in bliss as my previous flat chest exploded forward. My squeals getting higher and higher pitched until there was nothing left of my old voice. I fell forward, holding myself on the counter as my facial hair receded, and face-paint plain fell off my face like water into the sink. My jawline re-contoured itself and bright ruby red lipstick was drawn on my lips. My eyelashes flared out and red eyeshadow and mascara slowly appeared on. I looked down, watching my dick dangling below my miniskirt slowly shrink up. I felt it sliding against the leather until it finally receded into me along with my balls. It didn't make a sound, but felt like a satisfying pop. I was breathing heavily, smiling darkly at myself in the mirror. "What. A. RUSH!" I exclaimed in my now feminine voice. Leaping backwards I grabbed each of my breasts and fondled them a little. They were big, each one just too large for my hands. I let them drop before turning around and looking at my plump ass in the mirror. I squealed in delight and slapped it hard, watching it jiggle in the mirror. I turned back, running my hand over my slicked back dark red hair laughing and fondling myself. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my pitchfork that was leaned against the wall was now on the counter as a red whip. I picked it up, running the handle under my mini skirt and pressing it against my underwearless crotch. I parted my pussy lips slightly and pushed it in just slightly to confirm. "Yeah, oh yeah. Tonight's going to be... Hella fun!" I cackled, looking over to Thomas. "Get it?" He was staring at me, stunned, unable to move or say anything. I strutted over to him, my hips swaying and heels clicking with each step. "What's wrong tiger? Cat got your tongue?" I laughed to myself again, leaned in real close to his face and licked his cheek. With my face still close to him I slapped his ass as hard as I could and left the bathroom to find someone to entertain my new body. ***** "How much have you smoked?" Isabelle accused Aaron. "I'm serious!" he yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders. "We need your help. Now." Isabelle threw his hands off her. "Look, you're a sweet guy. Really. And I'm going with you because I do believe that you think something is wrong with Charlie. But he's not transforming, or whatever you're thinking. "Fine, see for yourself," Aaron exclaimed. "But we saw it in the mirror. The spirit thing from the Equinox." Isabelle walked off to the bathrooms. She admits that she's being skeptical, but only because of the source. She KNOWS something happened at the equinox, but this seemed rather extreme. Admittedly, Charlie had been acting funny tonight. As Isabelle approached the hallway to the restrooms I emerged from the men's room in my lusty body and outfit. Isabelle looked at me, but didn't pay much mind. "That's her! -err -him!" Aaron yelled, pointing at me. Isabelle turned to me. "I'm sorry for my friend here he-" I cut her off, moving in and whispering into her ear, "-Don't be sorry. I'm thankful to you for releasing me at the fall equinox. The real me that's been buried deep inside." Isabelle whipped her head to face me. "Ch-charlie?" I laughed to myself. "The one and only." And lightly bit her nose before sauntering off to the dance floor. I waved my hips back and forth as I strutted in an attempt to pull the eyes of everyone around me in my direction. I ran my hands through random people's hair that couldn't get their eyes off me until I finally made it to the dance floor. Some men made their way over to me to try and grind on my fine ass, but not tonight. I wasn't letting anyone else make the first move and take control. Control was mine tonight. I spotted my target, a girl dressed in an angel costume. She had long, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled as she spoke. She had a headband on that look like a gold circlet with a wire in the back holding a yellow glittering halo that twinkled in the flashing club lighting. Her ivory white dress hugged her slim form, and small, white, feathered wings were held onto her back with two white shoulder straps that blended in with the dress. She was shying away the men that approached her and seemed attached to some friends nearby. It seemed almost poetic to me to target this particular costume, as if some unseen author of my life planned it in their sick story. I stroked a finger down her back, between her wings to get her attention. She seemed a little irritated as she turned around, but her face quickly dropped its demeanor and turned into a smile. We started to dance together, staring into each other's eyes. Eventually I put my hands forward, holding her waist and my whip, pulling her closer until she was pressing against me. She raised her arms around my neck and closed her eyes, and I pressed my soft lips against hers and kissed her softly. It wasn't long until tongues were involved, and we ever feverishly making out in the middle of the dance floor. My hand grabbed her ass as she lifted her leg up and wrapped it around me. I pulled her hair a little and she let out a little surprised squeak, but pulled away only to catch her breath and ask me to pull a little harder. Instead I pushed down on the top of her head, moving her lips down my face and neck, her pillowy lips felt like heaven on this damned body. She paused at my breasts, squeezing one with a giggle and pushing it up while biting through the leather on the other, and continued to make her way down. When she fell to her knees I lifted the front of my mini- skirt up to reveal that I wasn't wearing any underwear and exposed my sopping wet pussy. People were looking at us, and I loved it. The show was theirs to watch, and no one was trying to stop it. The blonde on her knees in front of me giggled a little. "My boyfriend is going to be so pissed at me when he comes back with our drinks." "Then let him join," I stated matter of factly. "The more the merrier." Her two friends looked on in disbelief, but when I made eye contact with one of them and beckoned her forward with one finger she couldn't help but move in. She was a gorgeous black woman in a tight black leather cat costume. It hugged her wide hips and large ass, and parted with a deep V over her breasts so you could see the entirety of their inner sides and some of her underboob. Her hair was about shoulder length and extremely curly, puffing out just passed her shoulders. Her cat tail had a wire in it so it bounced as she moved, and of course she wore a headband with cat ears. I put my arm around her waist to pull her in and planted my lips right on hers. The angel in front moved her face in and started licking the slit of my cunt. Her tongue was warm to the touch and stroked with great expertise. I clearly wasn't her first. She parted my pussy lips with her fingers and moved inside with her tongue, massaging the insides and dancing around my clit. The teasing was almost unbearable. I took the hilt of the whip in my hand to the crotch of the pussy cat I was holding and pressed it against her leather crotch and started to rub it. She moaned in pleasure as I massaged her crotch and continued to make out with her. I locked eyes with her other friend, waving her forward with my other hand. She was dressed as a vampiress. She wore extraordinarily pale makeup to make it look like she hasn't seen the light of day in ages. Her lips were deep crimson red, and had a red drip from the corner of her lip down to her chin. Her hair was raven black, pulled back in a grecian braid. She wore a black victorian dress with a red and black corset pushing her ample breasts up. She had fancy fang moldings in, not that cheap plastic crap you find on the shelf, so I exposed my neck a little while continuing to mack with the pussy cat hottie and she leaned in to bite. She didn't break skin, I doubted the fangs were that potent, but they were sharp enough to at least sting slightly enough to send a shiver down my spine. It was hard to believe we were surrounded by so many people. Three girls going to town on this amazing body. I had enough of the teasing down below, I needed more. I placed a hand on the back of her head to signal what I wanted. She responded without hesitation, flicking my new clit with her tongue. Electricity shot through my body like nothing I've ever felt before. I let out an audible gasp, breaking away from my feline lover, and started to more vigorously rub her crotch with the whip. The girls tongue in my cunt was amazing. She raised her other hand that was not keeping my quivering lips apart and inserted a finger into me. Again, a jolt struck my system and my legs shook. She started to gyrate her finger, sticking it up into me while continuing to flick away with her mouth. The second finger nearly sent me over the edge. I grabbed her hair with the hand on the back of her head and clenched. She moaned loudly, but never slowed down. I turned my mouth over the vampire on my left and started to french her. Her hands were rubbing up and down my stomach and back, and the cat to my left was running a hand through her thick curly hair. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head. She was close to climaxing. I nodded my head on her direction, indicating the vampire in my arm to go over to her. She slipped behind the latex beauty and started to grope her chest and grind on her large ass. My little pussy's moans moved on to screams as ecstacy erupted through her body and climaxed. She pushed harder against the whip handle, while leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Eventually her breathing slowed down as she came back to reality, looked into my eyes with a quivering lip begging, "More." I smiled at her and turned to the vampire massaging her chest. "She wants more, take her into the crowd, spread the lust." She giggled and complied, grabbing the cat by her hand and bringing her into the onlookers. Each chose a man to climb onto and bring into the affair. A voice behind me boomed, "What the fuck Candice?" The angel eating me out stopped and pulled her head back. "Bobby?" I pushed her head back into my crotch. "I never gave you permission to stop." I turned my head around to engage with the new oncomer. "Bobby, was it? I tell you what." I sinsterly laughed. "I'll let you shove it in my ass while she goes down on me." He hesitated, but his eyes lit up. "I, she never lets me put it there. R-r-really?" I cracked the whip at his feet with a smile. "Come on big boy, this isn't a joke." My eyes moved to one of the drinks in his hand. "And I'll take one of those drinks too." He handed me one of the drinks and I took a sip. Vodka and cranberry juice with a splash of club soda. Not bad. He wasted no time hiking up the back of my mini-skirt and teasing the head of his already erect cock at my ass. I doubt it remained flaccid when he heard he was getting anal. He pressed it between my large ass cheeks and stroked it to get the mood going. He didn't go right for the kill, I liked that. It didn't last too long though, he spat in his hand to lube up, teasing the entrance of my back door with the tip before gently pushing it in. I groaned in bliss as he started sliding his thick cock into me. "Harder," I commanded. He started thrusting harder into me, shoving my glistening pussy into my angel's face. Her tongue never tired, and I felt a rush building up inside. I took another swig of my drink and started to moan loudly. Sandwiched between this couple was one of the best experiences of my life and soon enough my body was overwhelmed and exploded in ecstasy. Every fiber of my being lit up like a thousand suns. I screamed into the air as my legs shook under my weight. Below I started to squirt into the face of my angel getting blasted in the face with my juices. She was coated head to knee, dripping. She leaned her head back, face beaming in excitement. "Did I do good mistress?" she innocently asked. I placed my hand under her chin, her boyfriend still pumping away into my ass. "You per- formed wond- erfully," I was able to eek out between thrusts. I turned my head to my lover in my ass. "Take her," I demanded. He smiled, pulling out of me and moving over to his girl. She turned her attention to him with a smile and leaned backward, spreading her legs and pulling up her dress. The two didn't even bother moving to one of the couches near the walls before pounding away right there on the floor. He started licking my bliss off her, delighted to slam himself into such a slut. I looked around me, there wasn't a soul left not joining in on the fun. Everyone was with someone, or multiple someones, giving into their most primal desires. The only ones still standing up and not enraptured by the moment were Isabelle and Aaron standing by the bar. Even the bartender had abandoned his post to join the the debauchery. Carol ran up to those two and motioned to the crowd saying something before looking over at me. I ran my hand through my hair, knocking my horns off as I stared at them. ***** Isabelle was stunned as I nibbled her nose and disappeared into the crowd. After I left she turned to the two guys in disbelief asking, "What in the hell happened?" Thomas gave a nervous chuckle. "I mean, in the hell is the right wording with that get-up." Aaron threw his hands down, palms out. "I told you! It's the spirit, or whatever from the Equinox." Isabelle grabbed Aaron by the shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. "Tell me again, exactly what did you see in the mirror?" "A woman. She had the same form as that fire spirit thing, only this time it wasn't made out of flames. It was like a ghostly overlay of Charlie. She had long wavy hair, huge ram horns, and a goat's bottom." "You're describing a satyr," Isabelle shockingly said. Thomas shook his head. "A- a what now? What is that? Some kind of demon?" "No, not a demon. A fae. It's a creature of hedonism. Probably an emissary of Baccus." "So what, this fairy emissary thing is possessing our friend?" Thomas asked. Isabelle furrowed her brow. "Well, I don't know if possessed is the right word for it, but it's definitely-" "-What in the fuck?" Aaron gasped, pointing to the crowd. The three of them looked over to see everyone groping and making out with each other, some even starting various sexual acts. Several guys were getting blowjobs from both guys and girls alike, several girls were getting spitroasted between two guys, and a few people were pinned against the wall while their partner heaved into them. "This is insane," Isabelle muttered under her breath. "Fucking. Insane." The bartender leaped over the counter. "It's been years since I got any, I am not missing out on this." And dove into the crowd. Thomas stepped forward, but Isabelle grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting some ass, why the fuck would I not go join in?" he stated. "I feel no compulsions to join in, do you?" she asked. Thomas shook his head. "No, none at all. I'm sure I will when I get there, but the bartender was right. I'm not missing this." He broke away and darted into the crowd to have some fun. Isabelle and Aaron stood by the bar in awe as they watched almost everyone collapse onto the floor, squirming in each other's embrace. The only one still standing was Charlie, looking over the crowd with victory spread across her face. Carol ran over shouting, "What the fuck just happened?" "Charlie," Aaron stated, still staring at the orgy. "He has a spirit attached to him somehow, that's him in the devil costume. Well, her," Isabelle stated, still staring at the scene laid out before her. The three of them watched as Charlie looked in their direction, running a hand through her hair and knocking off her horns. She stood there with her arms at her side and head tilted slightly back like some sort of super villain after completing their big plan. She raised a hand underneath her chin, wiggling her fingers to bid farewell, and made her way over to the door while stepping around multiple people fucking the shit out of each other. She placed her drink on a table and left. The three watched as she left and Carol spoke up. "He is so not fucking invited to our Christmas party." ===================================================================== ...Thanksgiving [11/22/2018] ===================================================================== Isabelle entered the living room with two glasses of wine, handing one to Carol and sitting next to her, "Thanks for coming over to my 'Friendsgiving' this year guys." "Of course," Thomas said, taking a swig of his beer, "our parents are out of town visiting their parents, and-" "-AND," Carol interrupted, "you're family so we would have come here anyway." "Thanks," Isabelle said with a smile. The room fell pretty silent. Thomas was in a recliner, rocking back and forth looking at the beer in his hand. I sat to his right in a love seat by myself, taking a swig every now and then looking around the room. Aaron sat on the floor by the coffee table in front of me shuffling his thumbs together. Carol and Isabelle were next to each other on the large pull-out couch looking at the floor. It was eerie. We were all thinking the same thing, I just knew it, but no one wanted to address the elephant in the room. After several minutes Carol set her wine down on the coffee table with a loud clang, "Okay. I can't stand this, we're talking about it." Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Finally the tension was being addressed. "We all know that orgy wasn't natural," Carol continued. "In fact, we've had an influx of patrons since Halloween in hopes that another breaks out, and several people have been removed for trying to start one. Charlie, you told us the next day that your wits were about you, but never went into more detail." I shuffled my feet a little. "Well, yeah. I mean, I know I wasn't acting like my usual self and was aware of that, but I consciously made those decisions. I- I don't know. I just went with the flow and it felt right. I maybe could have stopped myself, but there wasn't a part of me that even wanted to." Isabelle leaned forward. "You were with a guy too, did that seem... are you interested in guys too?" I shook my head. "No, not at all. I'm completely straight, but in that moment it didn't matter to me. Sex was sex, I was completely overcome with lust." Thomas coughed. "Yeah. Um. I know what he means. I told you guys that when I went into the crowd I was overcome with desire and all my inhibitions left me. It was after I made eye contact with someone that everything seemed to have melted away." Carol looked at Thomas quizzically. "What exactly happened in there? You're hiding something." Thomas blushed and looked to the side. "I. I um. Well you see." Aaron put a hand on his knee. "It's okay man, there's no judgement here." Thomas sucked his lips into his mouth and puckered them back out as he tried to gather his words. "I expected to just fuck some hot chicks, but I also blew some guys too. And put it in their ass. There. I said it. I'm gay. That makes me gay." Isabelle huffed, "That's doesn't make you gay Thomas. At the very least you're bi." "I guess," he said. "I just. I liked it you know? I was with some really sexy girls, but also sucking off some guys. And it felt good. Nothing seemed wrong with it. I feel so dirty now, don't you Charlie?" he finished, looking up at me. "Actually, no," I said with a shrug. "I know I'm not attracted to men, but I'm indifferent to how I felt when I was a girl." Thomas laughed. "When do you ever NOT feel indifferent?" Aaron piped up. "Speaking of, what was that like? Being a girl?" I laughed. "Actually, it was pretty awesome. I don't know if I'm a reliable source though, there were other things going on too, but I honestly really liked it." Carol took another sip of her wine before setting it down. "Do you think you might be trans?" I thought about it for a moment. "No, I don't think so. I'm quite content and happy with being a man. I just. I don't know how to explain it. I felt so free. Turning onto her, into that, felt so invigorating." Thomas almost choked on his beer as he tried to speak, pausing to gather himself. "Wait, we were so concerned with everything else that we never asked. Why did he even turn into a girl to begin with?" Everyone looked to Isabelle as if she was some guru on the subject. She put her hands up in surrender. "I don't know why you all are looking at me, I'm not exactly an expert." Aaron looked off into the distance a little. "What if, like, the spirit is female so her influence makes Charlie female?" "I mean, it's as good a guess as any," Carol groaned, uncontent with the answer. I leaned back into my seat. "So, um, why was I invited tonight? Aren't you guys worried the same thing might happen again?" Thomas howled in laughter. "Dude, not even we are in the spirit of this holiday. Fuck, everyone forgets about it until week of anyway, they're all too focused on Christmas. Even Halloween gets shafted over that titan." "I agree," Isabelle said. "Besides, you're still one of us." Carol raised her glass. "To bullshit holidays!" Everyone else raised their drink. "To bullshit holidays!" ***** Knives and forks clanked and clanged against plates as everyone was cutting into their food. "Can you pass the gravy?" Aaron asked. Thomas, with his mouth full of potatoes passed it over. Conversation was light now that the big topic was out of the way. It actually felt like a huge burden was lifted from my shoulders. We laughed and enjoyed each other's company, just being silly and letting loose. Isabelle was in the middle of a story about the last burning man she went to when she stopped abruptly. "Oh, I almost forgot about the pie in the oven!" I raised a hand, using my other hand to pat my mouth with a napkin. "I got it, continue your story." She smiled and sat back down, continuing where she left off as I made my way around the corner and into the kitchen. I turned the oven light on as I bent over to see the crust was getting to be a dark golden brown. Much longer and it might have burnt. I flicked the light off, but before I could stand I stared into the eyes of my faint reflection, overlaid with the gorgeous, curvy satyr. "Oh, fuck," I announced a little too loud. "Everything okay in there?" Isabelle called out. "Uh, yeah," I replied. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What do I do? I went through the opposite end of the kitchen into the living room and began pacing. There was no other way out of her apartment except past them through the front door. My body flared up. My shoes shrunk, taking my feet with them, forming into black clogs with a heel. It's already starting. Maybe it won't be a fuckfest this time? Halloween is a fetish holiday, Thanksgiving is about friends and food. Maybe I'll just- I grabbed my stomach and leaned forward My socks rode up my legs, just passed my knees forming tight white stockings. My fingers tingled as they slimmed down and nails extended. I looked on as my pants and shirt melded into one piece, darkening until they were totally black. The hems of my pants morphed together into one, the inner lining melting together and riding up until I was in a long dress. it started rising up until the flowing undercut was just above my stockings. Once free of the restraining pants, my ass bulged and grew, hips widening with them. My underwear fell to my ankles, disappearing on their descent. My cock was at full attention as my hormones raged and sex drive shifted into overdrive. My arms slimmed down, hair receding and sleeves hiked up until only the straps of my dress were left. Round my neck a white shoulder piece formed, wrapping around my outer layer, and below my waist an apron sprung from nothing and fell down. My chest started getting hot and swelling, pushing outwards. I let out a gasp and fell to the ground on my huge, soft ass, placing an arm on the couch next to me for support. My tits continued to grow, unhindered by my tight dress and reaching a size somewhere just after DD. My face slimmed out, the little stubble that grew since my morning shave vanishing and voice cracking and shifting a few octaves up. My hair grew, but never fell down since it remained up in a bun. I only knew it was growing because I could feel it stretching out of my scalp and my head getting heavier. Finally my throbbing cock started to recede, shooting out a massive amount of jizz that my body no longer needed. I sprayed the entire insides of my dress as my new clit came into being behind the fleshy folds of my new vagina. Immediately after my balls popped back up into me, repurposing themselves for other sexual uses. As the changes finished I sat on the ground gasping and breathing heavily. Each breath raising my heavy chest upwards and lowering it. I couldn't help but be conscious of every shifting and moving foreign part of my body. I looked at my current clothes, making mental comments about how much less conservative it was for the time, and realizing that meant one thing. Sex. As that word crossed my mind my vagina ached to be filled. The feeling was so much different than Halloween. At that point I wanted to take control and be in charge. Now I just wanted someone to fuck me and use me as their little play thing. I wanted a thick dick in my vagina pounding away at me and a dripping pussy in my face. ***** As Isabelle finished her story Thomas looked around. "He's been gone a while, I'm going to go check up on him." "Careful not to fuck him while you're gone," Carol teased. Thomas sneered, standing up and heading over into the kitchen. Not seeing me he called out. "Charlie? You okay buddy?" and rounded the corner into the living room. As he entered he saw me slouched over, the hem of my dress in my mouth as I was eating my cum off the inside. "Oh, shit," he muttered under his breath. I looked up at him, locking eyes and dropping my skirt. "Come here. I want you. I need you. Fill me, fill me up." He tried to turn and walk away, but he couldn't. Lust filled him, and he wasn't strong enough to resist. He pants formed a tent as he got rock hard, straining more than his piece would allow. He began breathing heavily, unbuttoning his pants and kicking off his shoes, dropping them to the floor and walking over to me. I leaned back, pushing away from the couch so I was flat on the plush carpet. I spread my legs inviting him in. He didn't hesitate, he dropped to his knees and climbed on top of me, placing his hand on his dick and teasing the folds of my lips with it to lube it up. I didn't want to be teased though, I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked fast and hard. "P-please," I begged. "I need you inside of me, please." In the throws of the moment he shoved it in all the way. I felt every fiber of my being scream in delight as my canal stretched and pulsed to accommodate him. He pulled back and threw himself forward again, slowly gaining speed and momentum. Our pelvises clapped together loudly as he drove into me fast and hard. My legs squirmed and hips twisted and rotated into his. I ran my hands up and down his back, lifting up his shirt and pulling it over his head. He paused for only a second to remove the shirt and my body ached for him to resume. I wrapped myself around him, moaning loudly as my tits bounced underneath my dress. Carol entered the room to see what all the commotion was, but before she could say anything I looked at her and begged her to sit on my face. She tore her pants off faster than her brother and made her way over to me. She squatted down, using the couch at my head as leverage, and I parted her pussy to feed on her soaking cunt. She threw her head back and as I put my tongue to work. It was hard to concentrate while being filled up below, but I was starting to feel more complete with another body joining the fuckfest. Aaron and Isabelle ran into the room fearing the worst, but locked eyes with Carol as she begged them to fuck each other so she could watch. The two of them looked at each other and lunged into each other's arms, lightly biting each other's lips and vigorously making out. Isabelle undid Aaron's pants and he lifted her dress, parting her panties to the side and sliding a finger into her wet pussy. She couldn't tear through his pants fast enough, eyes rolling back as he finger banged her. Eventually she got them undone and threw them to his ankles. He pulled his hand back, grabbing his cock, and thrusting it into her until she was pinned against the wall. The pictures on the wall shook at the two of them went at it with Carol watching and getting even more turned on. Just hearing the two making love excited me even more. It gave more life to my efforts with my oral companion and filling cunt. After several minutes Carol got up and moved her way over to the two against the wall. She pulled Aaron back. "It's my turn with her now." She took Isabelle off the wall and fell to the floor with her making out and kissing, tangling their legs around each other and humping. Aaron made his way over to my cock slave, dick still glistening from Isabelle's juices, and started teasing Thomas's rear entrance. He pushed his way into him as Thomas squealed in delight. As Aaron thrusted into his ass, Thomas was pushed even deeper into me. I couldn't resist screaming out. "Yes! Fuck him! Fuck him harder so he fucks me harder!" Thomas began playing with my fat titties, but was frustrated with the clothes in his way. Animalistically he grabbed the fabric and tore it to the side, freeing them into the air. He bent forward, taking a nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. The sexual energy in the air was too much for me to handle and shoved me far over the edge. Climax erupted through me, blasting every part of my body. I screamed loudly in ecstasy, but wasn't near done yet. Carol was already so close to finishing from my play with her earlier that her orgasm came quickly after starting with Isabelle. Her legs quivered as she collapsed backwards onto the floor. Disappointed Isabelle went to go elsewhere, but Carol grabbed her leg and pulled her back. They moved into a 69 position and Carol pulled Isabelle's hips down, eating her out and shoving some fingers into her. The brunette squealed with delight as she was starting to get hers as well. As I finished, Thomas pulled out of me and made his way up to my tits, placing his firm cock between them. Lubed up from my quivering pussy, I squeezed them together as he easily slid between them. Aaron, left without a partner went back to Isabelle, placing his member at her mouth. She complied, taking it in, flicking with her tongue. Thomas started groaning, signaling the buildup that was about to happen. His head exploded between my tits, shooting out onto my face everytime he thrusted passed them. I opened my mouth, taking as much of it in as I could and swallowing it down. He climbed off of my cum soaked body, still stiff and needing to get off again. The two of us made our way over to the other three. I crawled between Aaron's legs and underneath Isabelle to get to Carol's pussy, eating her out again. Thomas on the other hand took his lubed up cock to return the favor to Aaron's ass. Isabelle was already deepthroating Aaron, so when Thomas started pounding into him from behind, Aaron couldn't help but throat fuck Isabelle. Isabelle started to climax from Carol's eating her out and started to moan and scream with Aaron deep in her face. Aaron couldn't handle the vibrations of her screams and shot his load into her throat while her eyes flickered from her own orgasm. Aaron pulled out, cum dripping from her mouth and onto the back of my head. Aaron moved back, laying on his back and crawling under me so he could insert himself into my pussy. I howled with delight as I got filled up again, but to my surprise I had another visitor. Thomas lowered himself down to my ass and also started to thrust himself in, double penetrating me. I dropped out of Carol's pussy and rest my head on the floor while the two guys bounded into me. Carol got up and moved to the couch to watch, playing with herself and content to take in the show. Isabelle moved over to my face, kneeling down and making out with me. She fed me Aaron's seed, and I passed it back to her. We shared his cum between the two of us until eventually it was all swallowed up. The festivities continued for hours into the night, all of us fucking the daylights out of each other and everyone cumming multiple times. By the time we all collapsed in various placed around the room we were all cum soaked and dripping with pussy juices. We all fell sound asleep sometime around 2 AM. Isabelle was the first to wake up, barely able to walk and stumbling around the room. Her legs refused to work properly, and she imagined all of us would be the same. She took note that I was back to my original body, though was still wearing the torn pilgrim get up. The fire detector was going off loudly, presumably all night, and she made her way to the kitchen. The oven's safety feature turned itself off, but there was nothing left of the pie except ashes. "Dammit Charlie," she muttered before laying down on the tile floor too exhausted to move and falling back asleep. ===================================================================== ...Christmas [12/25/2018] ===================================================================== Coming Christmas 2018. Maybe. Probably. Well, most likely. I'm really invested in my idea for New Years so this is very likely to happen so I can write that one. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you so much with your patience on this one. I started this three years ago with the prologue promising a Halloween release two weeks later, but never followed through. It's been three years since the original release and I finally got that chapter out. Thank you bearing with me. Thank you for your support. During my hiatus I still watched my page, following new reviews posted. I love that people were still coming back to a page that was abandoned, I cannot stress that enough.