This is the epilogue to the Halloween collab titled "An Arousing Night", a story in which a group of young men decide to pay an old and abandoned mansion a visit, just for them to end up transformed as monster girls. If any of that sounds interesting, I highly recommend reading the prologue and everyone else's part before reading this.
This story was a blast to put together alongside everyone, super fun and great experience. Looking forward to doing this again in the future, whether it be me hosting it again or just a participant. Speaking of participants, go follow everyone involved, they deserve it! <3
AttemptsAtTG | BluByrdy | drac9999 | Peepeeproducesmilk | OggeMyMan | TGCapsCenter
This prologue was written and edited BluByrdy. Thank you!
An Arousing Night
- Prologue - Written by TGCapsCenter, with the help of BluByrdy, with image editing assistance done by Peepeeproducesmilk
- House Management [Eric's Transformation] - Written by AttemptsAtTG
- Real, Real Hot [Angelo's transformation] - Written by drac9999
- Feeling Feline [Travis' transformation] - Written by OggeMyMan
- Ghost Hunt (Gone Wrong) (Gone Sexual) [Harry's transformation] - Written by TGCapsCenter
- Now Nevermore [Connor's transformation] - Written by BluByrdy
- Forest's Blessing [Damian's transformation] - Written by Peepeeproducesmilk
- Epilogue - Written by BluByrdy
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Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong… Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong…
As the bell in the main hall tolled, and the very foundations of the hallowed mansion shook in ancient harmony, our ‘victims’ began to slowly gather again in the main parlor. Each is drawn as if by a hypnotic otherworldly force towards the ballroom, their legs marching towards the swelling sounds of a small orchestral ensemble playing hauntingly slow classical fugues.
A dozen dusty old instruments continued to play themselves with no conductor in sight, hovering in the air as their spine-chilling instrumentals echoed across the large hall. Moonlight streaked in from the tall, arched windows across an intricately-tiled dancefloor. As if fading in from the aether to join the music a hundred or so ghostly dancers emerged in pairs. Half-transparent, bearing garments that went out of fashion centuries ago. In petrifying silence their figures waltzed across the room and mingled amongst themselves, like it was an ordinary fall party among the town gentry.
Finally drawn from their induced stupor, the sextet erupted into a collective cacophony of frightful screams, frustrated bemused sighs and barely-disguised lustful gazes. Memories and thoughts floated down into their minds like a descending fog, now allowing each to recognize which of these poor victims had been which friend.
“Wow, it appears my theory was correct: I wasn’t the only one transformed.” said the most humanoid-looking member of the crew, flicking her thigh-length ruby-read hair back over her shoulders. With her upright posture and cool expression she looked calm and focused, even if she seemed to be pushing her ample chest out forward a little more than necessary. She was observing the group with a curious eye, piecing everything together. “My my, you’ve all come out great. I must say, the selection of transformations has been… most curious.”
“That must be you, Erika?” said the orange girl-creature, grease dripping into a puddle between her thighs. A small pile of smoke seemed to be hovering around her body. She bounced from one foot to the other as if she was worried that standing still would cause her to explode, and the movement made her bared breasts jiggle like jelly. “You’re a succubus and, I’m some sort of portable grill-girl! Ooooh, it feels so warm and fuzzy like this… Anybody hungry? You won’t believe how good it feels to feed off me!”
“Oh dear, you smell delicious Angelina…” Yawned the cat-girl, her hands pawing at her enormous bare breasts like yarn. This kitty wasn’t exactly shy about showing off what she could do with this pussy’s new pussy. Her tail flicked at invisible flies behind her thicc backside, passing harmlessly through a ghost waiter’s tray of spectral cocktails. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge her presence. “You’re making me salivate. My stomach is sooo empty, I’m starved…” she had that gleam in her eye that suggested she wasn’t just talking about food.
“Oh god, what did they do to you Tracie!?” Squeled the ghost-girl princess, her plump, pale thighs quivering with nervous fear. Her absurd hourglass figure looked like somebody had poured thick cream into a piping bag until it burst. Despite her best efforts, she seemed to keep accidentally phasing partway through the floor, and the crown atop her head, adorned in precious jewels, looked so elegantly out of place perched atop such a lewd body. “W-we need to get outta here, quickly! T-there’s ghosts everywhere and the e-exits are all stuck! I don’t wanna be a horny princess forever!”
“And YOU’RE one of the ghosts, Catalina…” The blue bird-girl rubbed the bridge of her nose with a pair of talons, almost knocking a friend over with a massive feathery wing. “Seriously, tonight of all nights? I’m not even supposed to be here… and hey, stop perving on me! This outfit wasn’t my personal pick from the wardrobe, you know! Even if I am feeling, well… you know.” She seemed humorless about the whole situation, and kept trying - with some difficulty - to peck at her phone screen with her bird-hands. “Still no signal, of course… Bkawk!”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re not the only one with problems Connie!” Damian complained. The furry half-werewolf idly fondled at the torn patterns of her shirt, acutely aware that her big pink nipples were on full display to an audience of perverts. Her other hand clutched at the spiked collar at her neck, half-heartedly trying to work out how to remove it. her hair was dishevelled and wet, and her long tongue kept flicking out of her mouth and moistening her snout. “I get the fright of my life and now I’m some bitch stuck in heat. I was hoping there’d still be some dick around here, but looks like I’m out of luck.” She grumbled.”
“Actually, I was wondering the same thing, Dominique.” said Erika, as the band concluded their first song for the night. “But while the rest of you wandered the halls and touched yourselves, cackle, I was doing some research.” She pulled a thick brown leatherbound tome titled ‘The Arouse Family History’ from behind her back and turned to a page she had dog-eared in preparation. Blowing the dust and cobwebs off a page, the group gathered around while she read their fates. “Says here… ’the curse of the Arouse Family Manor, bestowed upon thee house by thys jilted witch, rears its head each All-Hallow’s Eve in sorcerous retribution for the Lord’s adulterous lechery! No counter-spell shall thee find in all eternity for thy wrath is eternal!” There was a mixture of yelps, groans and moans from the audience. “But it says the locks will lift at sunrise, at least.”
“But that’s ages away!” Somebody protested. “What are we gonna do until then?”
There was a long pause before somebody finally decided to break the silence with the words that were really on all of their minds., awaiting somebody to break that spell. “…lesbian orgy?”