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All Hallows' Eve IV: Intensive Scare Unit [Story; F + M Humans to F + M Monsters]

The climax of the All Hallows' Eve saga! The full extent of Dr. Samuel Hanes' plans is revealed as darkness descends upon the campus clinic...

Check out Part I, Part II, and Part III, too!

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“Welcome back to a special Halloween night edition of Deep Cuts on WCSU, Carpenter State Radio. I’m your host, Winnie Stevens. That was Blue Oyster Cult with ‘Nosferatu’. We’ll be on the air all night, taking your spooky requests. But please, stop calling in about monsters with hypodermic needles roaming the streets. It’s not funny, and you’re just scaring people. It’s been going on for hours now – get some new material, you freaks! Anyway. Next up, a request from Scaroline on Ulmus Street, it’s SSQ, with ‘Tonight, We’ll Make Love Until We Die’.”

The campus clinic was fairly quiet tonight, save for the radio tuned to the campus radio station. There had been a steady stream of Halloween injuries and ailments, but now, as the clock neared midnight, things had gone pretty quiet. Eerily quiet, even. Usually they at least had a steady stream of chatter from the paramedics and the campus hospital over the radio, but after responding to a few calls early in the night, they’d gone silent.

There were only four people in the waiting room right now. Mark Baquiran had fallen down a staircase while wearing an ill-fitting hockey mask, and was nursing a nasty bump on his head. A handsome guy with striking features and big dark eyes, he clearly possessed unshakable confidence, and was unbothered by his somewhat embarrassing emergency. He was accompanied by his girlfriend, Barb Cooper, a jiggly blonde with a forlorn bunny-ears headband; she was clearly annoyed by the whole thing, and was making little effort to hide it.

Tom Millard’s ghost costume had proven more flammable than he’d expected, and his arm was somewhat scorched. A pleasant-looking dude with big glasses and a wild mop of coppery hair, he had been busy on his phone for most of his stay, although at the moment he didn’t seem to be getting any reception.

Biology professor Dr. Sarah Rhodes had cut her hand badly; she’d made the mistake of having a couple of glasses of white wine before carving her jack o’lantern. She was a handsome, elegant woman approaching middle age, as evidenced by the gray streaks in her long brown hair. She was clearly a little embarrassed to be here, and had tried to avoid being seen by burying her nose in her copy of The New Yorker.

In charge of patching these people up were two med students: Duane Anthony and Beatriz Contreras. Duane was tall, slim, and biracial; he fancied himself a comedian, and was wearing his normal scrubs with a headband that made it look like he had a bonesaw embedded in his smoothly-shaved head. Beatriz, a curvy Colombian transfer student, was wearing a sexy nurse costume. Of course, for her, every nurse costume was a sexy nurse costume. But this one, in Duane’s opinion at least, was particularly sexy. He was a professional, however, and kept that opinion (and his eyes, mostly) to himself.

Duane was conducting a concussion test on Mark and Beatriz was wrapping Dr. Rhodes’ hand in gauze, when a woman in a torn dress ran in, screaming and clutching her arm.

“You’ve got to lock the doors!”

She was pretty, with big brown eyes and a head of curly red hair. However, she was clearly frightened out of her wits, her makeup smeared by tears and sweat.

Beatriz stood up to tend to her while Duane went to secure the lock on the front door. “What happened?”

“So…so I was going to the Toltec Theater for the Midnight Monster Marathon – my car broke down, and I was late. And then, when I got there…there were just people in monster costumes streaming out of the theater, attacking people with syringes! I tried to run, but there I don’t know if it was…like, a flash mob, or some kind of prank, but…I don’t know. They were real needles! They were injecting people with something! And…and when they got injected, people fell down, and they started foaming at the mouth and tearing at their clothes…I don’t know if it was poison or drugs or what, I didn’t look back.”

She lifted her hand from her bicep, revealing an angry red scratch. “Some woman dressed like…uh, the She-Creature grabbed me, but I punched her in the tits before she could inject me. She kinda scratched me with the tip, though, so maybe you could find out…what it was? And if I’m gonna OD or start tripping or die?”

Duane cocked an eyebrow. What she was talking about sounded more like a PCP delusion than reality, but she did look pretty roughed up…and now that she mentioned it, he did hear some sort of commotion in the distance. Plus, there were those “crank calls” the DJ mentioned…

She pulled out her student ID, revealing her as 3rd-year kinesiology student Ruth Domergue. “I, uh, dunno if the student health plan covers this…oh, I don’t fuuhhh…”

Suddenly, she collapsed, and started going into intense spasms.

Duane sprang into action. “She’s going into convulsions! Strap her down!”

Duane and Beatriz got the struggling girl on to a wheeled gurney; Duane tried to grapple with her while Beatriz fastened the straps. The other patients had gathered to watch, getting up from their seats to rubberneck. Finally, after a struggle, the two med students had her secured, as immobile as a mummy in a sarcophagus.

Her panic from earlier had subsided, and she was now in some sort of bizarre euphoric state. She was moaning as her eyes rolled back in her head; if Duane and Beatriz hadn’t been so panicked, they might have realized she wasn’t having a seizure, but a supernaturally-intense orgasm.

As Beatriz started to administer a sedative, Duane stroked her head, trying to get her to calm down…but gasped when he realized he now had a handful of her red hair, which was rapidly falling out.

Beatriz screamed. Ruth’s skull had begun to pulse and swell, taking on the appearance of a gigantic turquoise brain. Both med students backed away from her in horror – although Ruth didn’t seem as horrified as she probably should have been. The other patients had noticed the commotion, and were starting to gather around.

“What are you guys so freaked out about?” She looked down at her body, seeing that her ragged dress – but thankfully, not the more durable gurney straps – was being torn to pieces by her swelling torso and limbs. Through the widening gaps in the fabric, she – and everyone else – could see that her pale flesh was being replaced by a glossy green-and-red exoskeleton.

“Oh, so they injected me with LSD. Could be worse. Feels weird…” She flexed her hands, experimentally, as they transformed into pincers. “Man, this is good shit.”

Duane managed to choke out a few words. “It…it’s not a hallucination.”

Beatriz made the sign of the cross while Duane held up a hand mirror for the mutating woman, allowing her to watch as her eyes bulged out into huge red-rimmed pools of blackness, her nose melted into nothingness, and her thin-lipped mouth shifted into a vertical slit. Surprisingly, she didn’t scream.

“So I really should be freaking out like you’re freaking out, but…this is kinda hot? Like, okay, this is suuuuper fucked up, but I think it’s rewiring my brain to find this sexy, and I can’t really complain, because just looking at this new bod is making me soak my panties with alien juice. Oh, and I think I’m psychic now, too, so that rules.”

Everyone had been stunned into silence.

“Don’t worry, Duane. I promise I won’t tell Beatriz you jerk off while thinking about her like four times a week. And Dr. Rhodes, I’d never let everyone know that you pick at least one of your grad students every year based on how much you want to fuck them.”

Duane was so terrified he forgot to be embarrassed, although the blushing Dr. Rhodes clearly was not.

Meanwhile, Ruth had an epiphany. “Mm. Yeah, picking up all sorts of fucky brain shit here…okay, so here we go. So there’s this crazy scientist, Hanes, and he’s been running around injecting people with serum that turns them into sexy-ass monsters. And he hid needles in the seats at the Toltec Theater, so the audience all changed at once…and then he handed everyone a bunch of serum syringes and told them to hunt down all the humans in town. So they’re rampaging all over now – took out emergency services, the cell towers, all that good stuff. Probably won’t be long before the whole place is one big monster orgy…mmm…”

As she spoke, she became more and more aroused, thrusting her body as much as she could against her restraints. Nobody noticed Dr. Rhodes turning white when Ruth mentioned the name “Hanes”.

Beatriz had regained a little composure. “So the other monsters. Are…are they headed here?”

“Sure, they are now. I called them.”

“…why?”

“I mean, you guys are okay, but you really need some claws or fangs or something to really do it for me. Totally down for a little foreplay before they get here, though. Up for anything – guys, girls, whatever. Mark, I know you love tittyfucking – “

Mark turned red. “Hey!”

“ – but I’ll do you one better.” Her huge, exposed brain pulsated. “Brainjob! Just stick it between the lobes. Mm. So soft, and wet…get Barb in here, too, she’s definitely more bi than she lets on…”

Mark almost looked like he was considering it. Barb elbowed him, harder than she probably needed to. “How about instead we get the fuck away from the nympho brain mutant?”

Everybody backed off, out of earshot – and hopefully brainshot – of the bizarre mutant on the gurney.

She screamed after them. “Fine! You’ll come crawling back! Maybe literally, once you get some serum into you!”

Everyone started talking at once, trying to articulate their disjointed thoughts on the nightmarish situation they’d just witnessed, and what they should do – hole up on the clinic, make a run for it, or take enough high-grade pharmaceuticals to forget what had just happened.

Barb was skeptical. “I don’t believe any of this. People don’t just turn into monsters! We…we saw special effects, or something…”

Mark was speaking much louder than he had to. “I don’t have to believe it. I saw it! I saw a regular human woman turn into the fucking Creature from Planet X!”

Tom’s eyes were wide with terror. “Listen, we are wasting time unless we want to stick around and join the fucking Addams Family!”

Sarah was trying to be reasonable. “I drove here. We can all fit in my station wagon, so we just have to get outside, but we have to go now.”

Beatriz was uttering hushed prayers in Spanish.

Finally, Duane yelled, as loud as he could, “Everyone, SHUT UP! I have a plan, and if we follow it, we’ll make it to November.”

Everyone quieted down, and looked at the soft-spoken med student.

“Okay. So we split up – “

Everyone groaned. They had seen horror movies.

He continued, undaunted. “Barb, Mark, you guys just lock yourself in the office. I think Mark might be concussed, and he’s no good to us if he passes out. Tom, stay with the Bride of Brainula here, wheel her into the examination room and barricade the door. She’s loopy enough that she might just blurt out whatever the monsters are planning next. Dr. Rhodes, there’s a satellite phone in the basement with the paramedic gear. Find it and we’ll get on the horn with somebody – the state police, the CDC, the Marines, whoever. And Beatriz and I will go to the medicine storage closet and grab every tranquilizer we can find. We load them into syringes, and we’ll have something to use as a weapon.”

He was a little surprised at himself. He’d never been a take-charge guy…but he’d never been caught up in the middle of a monster-pocalypse, either.

“We rendezvous back at the office when we’re done; then, we get into Dr. Rhodes’ car and we drive until we’re as far away as possible. We good?”

Before they could answer, something huge and misshapen began to pound on the door. They took one look at it, and went their separate ways, knowing what they all had to do.

The radio was still on.

“Please, if people won’t stop calling in making stupid jokes and trying to scare people, we are going to close the phone lines! And you people calling in pretending to be monsters and saying you’re ‘coming for us’ are just as bad. If you perverts want to call in and fake an orgasm in a spooky voice, just wait for Sex Talk With Sarabeth, it’s on in an hour. So if any – hey. Hey! Hey, you can’t be in here! We are on the air, you can’t just – fuck! Oh god, someone call the police, people in costumes are breaking into the studio and – ow! What the fuck is in this needle?”



In the examination room, Mark was trying to maintain his composure as he held an icepack to his head. Barb was still glaring at him.

“You were really thinking of fucking that mutant girl’s brain, weren’t you?”

He was incredulous. “Is that really what you’re worried about right now? Me cheating on you with that disgusting freak out there? How fragile do you think our relationship is? I mean, yeah, I’ve got a healthy sex drive, and I guess she pulled one of my deepest, darkest desires out of my brain. I just…didn’t think you’d be interested in it, so I never asked, okay?”

Barb was silent for a moment. She had been a little hard on him for his costume mishap – she’d yelled at him for “ruining her Halloween”, and in light of recent events, she kind of felt like making it up to him.

She pulled off her minidress in one fluid motion, revealing her own ample assets.

“Well, listen, maybe I kind of was being a bitch. It’s a holiday, we’re surrounded by monsters, and we’ve got nothing better to do. Tittyfuck me, Mark.”

Mark didn’t have to be told twice. Despite his confidence, he wasn’t as sexually-experienced as Barb, and he always felt a little nervous about suggesting new things in the bedroom. And god, how he’d wanted to put his dick between those Himalayan breasts.

In moments, Barb was lying on the scratchy office carpet, and Mark was naked on top of her. He was already fully erect, and she pushed her breasts up and in, pressing the rampant organ between them.

Barb had kind of expected to hate it, but she soon found that it wasn’t so bad – she just had to focus on Mark, who was really, really getting into it, and she did love it when a man let his guard down enough to give her a solid moan. However, she was focusing on him so much she didn’t notice the sound of something carefully taking the grate off the air vent from the inside…

She felt a pinch on her ass. “Don’t get TOO cocky, Mark…”

Mark didn’t notice – even though he hadn’t pinched her ass. He was lost in a dreamworld, his cock pistoning between Barb’s breasts. It was as amazing as he’d dreamed it would be. He vaguely remembered seeing porn actors use lube for it, but he didn’t need it. Barb’s skin…god, it was so warm, and wet, and slick. It felt so incredible…

Barb moaned, and wrapped her tongue around his cock, stimulating it further. He was on the brink of orgasm when he realized that Barb’s tongue was now at least three feet long.

“Oh, fuck!”

She noticed it herself. “Ohhh, thhuck!”

Her skin was becoming green and slimy, her eyes bulging out of her skull as her tongue lolled out of her widening mouth. Her hands and feet had already become webbed flippers. She looked like nothing so much as a giant frog molded into the shape of a voluptuous woman. But Mark was past the point of no return – even as his pleasure turned to horror, he came, ejaculating all over Barb’s tits and face.

As he recovered from the dual shock of climax and seeing his girlfriend mutate into an amphibian, he was helpless to ward off the long, purple tentacle emerging from the vent, a syringe clutched in its tip; with lightning speed, it shot out and jabbed Mark in the shoulder. Something deep within the vents cackled, and the tentacle retreated out of sight. He fell off Barb, clutching the injection site as the serum burned through his veins.

Barb crouched – her legs had reshaped themselves, making crouching very comfortable – at her boyfriend’s side, trying to comfort him. “Mark! Mark, it’ll be okay…I feel really good, even though I’m a frog…” Unconsciously, her tongue flicked out to lick Mark’s seed off her face and body.

But it was clear that wasn’t what he was becoming – his skin was drying out. It retained its rich brown color, but it was staring to roughen and crack, taking on a bark-like texture. Still in a daze, he looked at his hands as his fingers became articulated twigs.

“A tree. A fucking tree! This is fucked up, even for tonight!” His eyes and mouth had become darkened hollows in his stump-like head, while the rest of his facial features had largely been lost in his woody flesh. He could feel the change deep within him, his internal structure simplifying as he transitioned from animal to vegetable. And although his exterior appeared to be dead wood, he could feel the phloem and xylem pumping fluids through his body. And he could also feel…lust. So much lust, looking at his slimy, amphibious lady love, her enormous yellow eyes full of concern for him.

She ran her webbed hand through his hair, which had become a small crown of red and orange autumn-colored leaves…and used her other to stroke the sap-dripping branch his cock had mutated into.

“Not all bad. Looks like you’ve still got wood, baby…”

Carefully, she lowered herself on it, impaling herself on its rigid length. His gnarled root-toes curled.

She croaked in delight.



Tom was trying not to pay attention to his charge. He was an unremarkable nerd; normally, he would have loved being stuck in a room with a woman desperately trying to have sex with him. But nothing about tonight was normal; especially the woman.

She clicked her claws to get his attention. “Okay, listen. Ghost guy. I will blow you.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m not gonna bite you. Unless you want me to bite you, in which case...”

“Still no.”

“Fine. Untie one of my arms, and I will jerk you off.”

“Also no.”

“Untie one of my arms, and I will get MYSELF off. You can watch.”

“I don’t want to see that!”

“Okay, you jerk off. I’ll watch, you don’t need to untie me.”

“Can we please talk about something else?”

She pouted. Well, it looked like pouting, maybe. “No! I just got turned into a bug-eyed monster, and I guess bug-eyed monsters are really fucking horny like all the time, and you tie me up and won’t even let me have the most basic of sex acts. This is torture. You’re torturing me.”

He sighed, putting his hand over his eyes. “Why don’t we talk about…uh, movies? You were going to the marathon, so you must like horror movies, right?”

“Yeah. Grew up watching Nocturness. She was there, you know. Man, I bet they turned her into something hot. Just thinking about that MILFy bod busting out of her costume…shiiiit. I hope it happened on live TV. I set my DVR for it, I can watch it when I get home.”

He rolled his eyes.

“So you said that chick who stabbed you looked like the She-Creature? Like, the one from the ‘50s movie?”

“Yeah. Dumb movie, great monster. Kinda looks like if you crossed the Gillman with a grasshopper, plus some huge tits so you know it’s a SHE-Creature I guess. And this girl sure had them. Ugh. Now I just want to get my claws on those fine She-Creature tittays.”

He tried to steer the conversation back away from salacious matters. “Well, I was gonna come to the marathon, too. But my dumb roommate had to put dumb candles everywhere because she’s into Wicca – although I think she’s really just into Stevie Nicks – and I lit my own stupid ass on fire and now I’m here, babysitting a nymphomaniac Aunt Scrotor. God, fuck my life, right? Why don’t I just…turn on the radio, huh? We’ll listen to some music.”

He flicked it on.

“This…this is still Winnie Stevens, for now. If there’s anyone still out there – police, fire, anybody – please, help me. A…a mob of people in monster costumes broke in here, and stabbed me with a needle or something. I’m sorry I don’t know where my producer is, I don’t know where anybody is…oh fuck. Oh fuck, my FOOT! My toes are gone, they’re just…melting, it’s like I have…a hoof! A fucking hoof! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?”

Just as quickly, he flicked it off. “Okay, no radio.”

She smiled, as best she could with her vertical slit-mouth. “Well, I appreciate you talking to me like this. It’s really kept my mind off things, and it’s really kept your eyes off the blob-woman who’s sneaking up on you with a needle full of monster juice.”

He gasped, and turned around just in time for a curvy woman who appeared to be made out of red Jello to plunge a syringe into his sternum.

Ruth tried to clap her pincer-hands together in glee. “Ooh, Pulp Fiction-style. Siiiiick. Thanks, babe! I’m gonna have some fun with this one, but you can tag in after an hour or so.”

The woman undid Ruth’s straps, gave her a thumbs-up, and oozed back under the door.

Tom looked at her accusingly as he started to foam at the mouth, his whole body shuddering. “How…how could you let her do that…”

Ruth eased herself off the gurney, and started walking slowly towards Tom, her hips swaying in an exaggerated fashion. He looked at his hands, now bearing six fingers, in horror.

“No offense, Tom, but it’s like I said – I need monster dick right now. I might have had sex with you back when I was boring-ass Ruth, but now that I’m six feet of Neptunian fuck machine, I’m gonna need something more. Think of it like this; your body is an abandoned Blockbuster, and we’re going to turn it into a Spirit Halloween. But this one’s going to be open all year long.”

His body was elongating, his flesh turning a hairless pale yellow-green – the colour of a glow-in-the-dark action figure. She examined her reflection in his eyes as they became enormous, almond-shaped pools of blackness, and smiled. With surprising precision, her claw-hands started snipping his now ill-fitting costume off, unleashing his fully-erect – and fluorescent – manhood.

“We’re gonna have a close encounter of the 69th kind, Tom. I’m ready to be probed…”



In the storage closet, Duane and Beatriz armed themselves, meticulously loading every drop of sedative they had into syringes. Duane had fashioned his supply of them into a utility belt of sorts, while Beatriz had two bandoliers of needles slung in an X across her ample chest.

He nodded approvingly. “You look badass, B.”

She blushed, slightly. “Thank you. And you are very handsome when you take charge.”

“S-sure. Okay, let’s head back to the office, see if everyone else is ready yet.”

He opened the door…and saw half-a-dozen Halloween monsters standing outside it all with fanged grins on their ghoulish faces. Some wore remnants of their human lives on their bodies – a patrolman’s cap on the werewolf, a peacoat on the gorilla – while others were totally nude, like the red-skinned devil and the tall, muscular bride of Frankenstein.

The apparently ringleader, a green-skinned witch, held up a syringe. “Trick or treat.”

Without a second thought, Duane and Beatriz charged. They became a flurry of feet, elbows, knees, and syringes, kicking and kneeing and jabbing every bit of inhuman flesh in their way. They were bitten, clawed, and head-butted, but they had something on their side that their opponents didn’t: desperation.

Finally, Beatriz took down the last of them, a vampire cop, stabbing him with a sedative stake to the heart; he toppled to the floor like a fallen oak. Both humans, panting heavily, leaned against the hallway’s walls and slowly slid down until they were sitting.

There was silence now, save for the breathing of the unconscious monsters. But Duane felt…off. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was that Beatriz’ costume had been torn in a way to give her even more cleavage…or maybe it was the broken syringe sticking out of his bicep.

“Oh…oh fuck, they got me! Bea, you should get away from me…I don’t know what I might do after I turn.”

She pulled up her skirt, revealing a red scratch on her thigh. “No, it’s fine.”

He sighed, resigned to his fate. “Do…do you think maybe we should take our clothes off, so they’re here when we turn back?”

She closed her eyes. “I don’t think there is any turning back.”

“Oh.” He itched his arm, looking glum. “So what do you want to do, while we’re still human?”

She looked at him, traces of red already starting to flash in her brown eyes. “Was it true, what she said?”

He gulped. “About…about the masturbating?”

“Yes.”

“It’s fine. I’m flattered. I have thought about you many times in the bath, as well.” She started slipping out of her dress. “I think we have very little time left as humans. You may as well see this body while I still have it.”

As Duane followed suit, ditching his scrubs to reveal his lanky, trim physique, Beatriz ran her hands down her sides, feeling their unfamiliarly hairy texture.

“Fur! Do you think I’m going to be a hound of hell, or a werewolf, or…unh…”

She clutched her sides, grimacing as four clawed, furry limbs burst out of them. She gazed at them in shock, experimentally flexing her new fingers.

“Well. Not any of those. I hope you are not afraid of tarantulas, Duane. We see them all the time back in Colombia.”

He was now itching furiously as his skin was overwhelmed by glossy emerald-green scales. His pants tore open as his legs relentlessly merged into a thick serpent’s tail – which also revealed the nightmarish state of his fully-erect genitalia.

“I don’t…oh god. Oh GOD. Are snakes supposed to have two dicks?”

Her skin was now covered in a pelt of tarantula hair, as glowing red eyes multiplied on her forehead and two articulated fangs slipped out of her smiling lips. She took Duane’s bifurcated genital in two of her hands and began to stroke them, gently.

“It must be so hard to be a snake…two cocks, and no hands. Good thing for you that I have so many…”

He looked at his own hands, now scale-covered with curving claws in place of his fingernails. A forked tongue flicked out of his fanged mouth as it twisted into a frown of dismay. “I…I think I’m going to keep these.”

Another pair of hands guided Duane’s to Beatriz’ furry breasts. “Wonderful. I know you have very skilled hands, Duane, and I would very much like you to use them all over me.”

His tail wrapped around her hairy body, its tip caressing her newly-grown abdomen, as the two embraced, finally giving into their natural and chemical-induced passion for each other. His twin cocks plunged into her waiting womanhood, stretching it to its limit and eliciting a series of shouted Spanish curses. Their hands wandered all over their new bodies as they bucked against each other, losing themselves to their new animal instincts.



The basement was creepy, of course. She could hear horrifying noises from upstairs – screams, moans, howls – but they couldn’t get down here. She’d barricaded the door quite solidly.

Sarah Rhodes cradled her injured hand in her armpit as her other hand shone her flashlight over the dusty shelves. She just had to look through the spare paramedic gear – gurneys, jaws of life, hazmat suits…

And there it was – the satellite phone. Whatever those freaks had done to the rest of town, they weren’t in outer space.

She hadn’t told the others that she had known Hanes, years ago, when they were both doctoral students. They’d been…very close, in fact. She’d known nothing of his plans and obsessions – as far as she knew, he was just a big horror fan – and had been heartbroken and horrified when he’d outed as a madman. Betrayed, she’d testified against him at his trial, resulting in his indefinite confinement to the madhouse.

She wondered if there was anyone left upstairs to fulfil the rest of the plan. It didn’t sound like it. But there was another way out of here – a fire door that led to the Cold War-era tunnels that ran all over campus. She’d explored them as an undergraduate, but even then, they’d been obscure – surely the students-turned-hobgoblins wouldn’t know about them.

But Hanes would. And there he was, standing right in front of the door, not even flinching as she aimed her flashlight beam at him.

Even concealed beneath a jack o’lantern, she knew those eyes.

“Doctor Hanes…Sam, is that you?”

“Yes. Used to love these old tunnels.”

“How did you do all this? You were in the asylum until yesterday.”

She caught the flash of a smile underneath the pumpkin. “Providence, my darling. A few weeks ago, several students from this institution sought me out, seeking guidance on their science project. Instead, I provided them with the formula for the monster serum I’d spent the past several decades perfecting in my head…and added a little surprise to make it more volatile than they were prepared for. The first test was a rousing success, and they had a nasty lab accident. You see, the effects of the serum are so euphoric, so freeing, that those affected by it are compelled to share the experience with others. Once they transformed, the students became my eager little acolytes, and they’ve spent the past few days arranging for my serum to find its way into all sorts of Halloween celebrants. Needles in the theatre seats and the hay bales of the haunted hayride. Serum in the frat party’s Jello shots and the dance’s punchbowl. Many, many batches of serum-filled syringes, to be used by myself and my ever-growing army of monsters. By morning, I think the humans of this town will find themselves…outnumbered.”

Sarah gazed at him in horror from behind her glasses. “We all thought you were crazy, you know. We thought everything about the serum was just…a delusion. The product of your sick mind.”

“And now that you know it was real…?”

“I think that makes you crazier, actually. I’m…I’m sorry about how things ended – ”

He started rifling around in his lab coat. “Please, don’t be. My serum would have never worked without the advances in technology in the intervening years. My stay in the asylum simply gave me time to read the latest scientific literature and make my plans – and they’re all coming to fruition now. The new world I’m building is as much yours as it is mine, so I won’t draw this out. If you’d be so kind to roll up your arm…”

“I…I have a request.” She started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Really.”

“I didn’t forget about you, Sam. You were the best I’d ever had, and…well, I’m sure you haven’t had sex since they put you in the asylum. So why don’t we just have a little fun down here, and afterwards you’ll just let me sneak out the back door and get out of town. For old time’s sake. I’ll even tell you where the others are upstairs.”

He paused for a moment. “May I leave the pumpkin on?”

“Of course.”

She hadn’t really expected to be using her feminine wiles at her age, but it certainly seemed to be working. Sam always did have a strong sex drive. She embraced him, trying clumsily to kiss him through the jack o’lantern’s mouth, and shivering as she felt his strong arms wrap around her. Part of her had missed this. She hadn’t been lying about him being the best he ever had. The man had sex like a gentleman deviant.

And then she felt the pinch of a syringe in her back. She recoiled from him immediately.

“What the FUCK, Sam! You…oh god, I can feel it burning already…”

“I’m sure you know my proclivities by now, Sarah. I could never have sex with a human woman – not now that I have so many other options. Even back in the day…well, you know I liked it when you dressed up.”

She hissed. “That’s it, then. You’re going to shoot me up with aphrodisiac monster juice, fuck me, and leave, is that right? I’m glad I testified against you, you freak.”

She could see him smirking. “Don’t be too self-righteous, Sarah. You were just about to tell me about your young friends’ plans, after all.”

“And…and now I won’t tell you.” There was a low growl to her voice, and she could feel her teeth growing sharper.

“Oh, I’ve been monitoring the security cameras for a while now – ever since I found out you were here, thanks to the psychic summons I received from dear Ruth. There’s nothing to tell me – you’re the only human left in the building.”

“Not the only one, Sam. You’re just going to be one man ruling an army of monsters, huh? How long before they turn on you?”

“Hm. You make a good point, Sarah. You always were smarter than me. I was going to save this for a special occasion, but I think this counts, don’t you?” He pulled a syringe, specially marked with an orange sticker, out of his pocket. He rolled up his sleeve and injected himself with it.

Sarah, meanwhile, was preoccupied with her own condition. Dark fur was sprouting all over her skin. Her wound itched, and she peeled away the gauze to look at it. The good news was that it was healing, but the bad news was that her fingernails were turning into claws, and paw-pads were rising from her fingers and palm.

Hanes was clearly starting to feel it, and leaned against a shelf. “Mm. Just as euphoric as I’d imagined. The fate of this town is in good hands now – clawed, furry, scaly hands. I do think I’ve earned a little break.”

“You’re just going to turn yourself into a sex-crazed monster freak? Is that how far gone you are?” Her glasses fell off her changing ears, revealing her green, slit-pupiled eyes. New breasts blossomed on her torso, straining her blouse.

“Oh, I based the serum’s psychoactive effects on my own brain chemistry. I’ll barely notice it.”

He was swelling out of his own clothes now, his flesh becoming green and taking on a gnarled, vegetal texture; his shirt and pants were too far gone, but he shrugged out of his labcoat before it could be torn apart. His stem-like cock, fully erect, sprung from his ruined pants.

He clutched the sides of his pumpkin-helmet in discomfort, his facial features no longer visible beneath it. It began to crack and splinter, orange pulp dripping from its wounds.

Finally, the pumpkin ruptured – revealing a living jack o’lantern head beneath it. Its glowing eyes and jagged-toothed mouth mirrored his original headgear, but unlike the dead gourd that now lay in pieces on the ground, his was clearly alive, lit from within by eerie bioluminescence.

“Ahh, much better. It’s freeing, isn’t it?” He ran his tendril-like fingers through her long hair – now jet-black, the grey streaks having become bright orange.

Sarah found herself…purring. “Oh…oh my god. I can’t believe that turned me on.”

He began gently removing the last scraps of her clothing as he gently caressed her six breasts. “I think you’ll be amazed by the things that turn you on now, my little kitty…”



Exhausted by her transformation and the wild sex that had resulted from it, Sarah was having a quick catnap inside. But Hanes was restless.

He walked outside into the brisk night air, wearing nothing more than his labcoat over his plantlike body. The clinic was empty now, its inhabitants having departed to seek out unchanged humans and new sex partners.

The cool breeze carried screams of fear and lust. Next to the back door, an abandoned car sat idling, its door torn off; he could hear its former occupant in the woods nearby, getting fucked by whoever or whatever had pulled them out of it. The radio was still on.

“Happy Halloween, subcreatures. This is Whinny, with an H, the night mare that keeps you up all night long. Thank you to all our listeners out there for staying tuned to WLCH, even as I was attacked by monsters, transformed into a demonic horse-creature, and had an hour of extremely loud sex with the big-titted oni that used to be Sarabeth. For all of you calling in, she will be fine, but she’s going to need a little rest before she’s ready to take your sexual health questions. To all my fellow mutants out there, I’m going to be spinning you a perfect soundtrack for tricking the humans and treating yourselves to the fine-ass bodies of the monsterized citizenry. But for those unlucky few of you holding on to your humanity, we’re holding a little contest. Just call in and give us your name and address, and someone will deliver your prize shortly. Now, here’s one we’re going to be hearing a lot of – it’s Ministry, with ‘Every Day Is Halloween’. Happy hunting, horrors…”

Hanes’ pumpkin grin widened. Halloween had been a rousing success. And tomorrow, the Day of the Dead, was bound to be very, very interesting…
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I really do love this series, I didn't realise you posted here.
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I really do love this series, I didn't realise you posted here.
I fell off for a while, but I decided I’d try again. And I’m glad you like the series! I’m unreasonably fond of it, myself.
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