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Nightmare on Halloween the 13th, Part 5 (MtF & FtM TG)
🕑 Added 2024-09-16 02:53:58 +0000 UTCFrom the twisted mind of director FoxFaceStories comes this new tale of horror!
Gregory Builder is an old horror director past his prime, with one last project in him, his most ambitious ever. With the help of dark magic, he is able to bring to life a real horror story, one in which his hired cast are physically transformed into classic slasher victim roles, all while a killer is unleashed into reality from the fiction of the script. These transformed and transgendered actors must escape before they are killed - because if you die in this movie, you’re stuck in your new role for life!
Scene 5: Cabin in the Woods
The old cabin was dilapidated and crumbling. Water leaked through the ceiling and down to the floor, and cockroaches scurried into dark nesting holes whenever a light was shined upon them. The windows were half-smashed, and numerous nails stuck out from planks of wood, threatening to infect the current denizens with tetanus. Not that any expected to last so long for that to be a particular threat.
“Seriously, what the actual fuck is this place?” Scarlet said. “It’s so creepy - ick!”
She literally jumped into Rodney’s arms, and he caught her instantly. Outside, the flicker of lens cameras taking footage of them could be seen.
“It’s defensible,” Rodney said, sure of himself.
“Defensible?” Taylor replied. “This place is falling apart! It’s a literal cliche - it’s the cabin in the woods, from just about every horror movie ever made!”
But Rodney was adamant. “Look, we’re all caught up playing these roles, right? Well, I’m stuck as the alpha male, and so I’m going with my gut. We can get some of these boards, stick them with nails, make this a place that we can trap and kill that creature in.”
“Do you even hear yourself?” Taylor asked. “Look, I get it. I can’t claim I was the most muscled man or anything, but I know what it’s like to have that testosterone flowing through my system. You’re not used to it. But this is literally the thing that the dumb jock suggests in a movie like this, and we all pay for it.”
“She’s right,” Scarlet said, clinging tightly to him, her overdeveloped bust rubbing against his chest. “This place is, like, a total death trap, Roddy!”
She was wearing a hoodie grabbed from a discarded pack from the massacre, but the zipper (conveniently) jammed halfway up, leaving her breasts constantly displayed, her nipples barely concealed, and she still didn’t have any pants - just bare feet and lovely-looking bare legs. It was a very attractive look that the former high-theatre actor hated, not that she could help but look like a gorgeous damsel in distress in every scene.
“It’s gonna be okay, doll,” he replied, a script line overtaking him. “Just stick with me and you’ll be safe.”
Even Rodney had to blink at that one. “Okay, that did sound a bit on the nose,” he admitted. “Maybe we should get the hell out of here.”
Taylor sighed in relief, but Sabrina then stuck up her hand.
“Um, before we go,” the nerdy dark-skinned girl said. “We should take an inventory. Gather weapons. Search everywhere we can to find anything of use in this place. It only makes sense, right?”
“Okay, that’s not a bad idea,” Taylor conceded. She actually smirked and punched her friend playfully on the arm. “Not so bad for a former jock, right?”
Sabrina couldn’t help but grin, revealing her shining braces. “Well, might as well take care of all these smarts, right? Old cabins like this usually had hatches for a storage basement, and if it was used for hunting we might find some useful traps as well.”
Scarlet got down from Rodney’s arms - they were far too comfortable, but things were still weird between them after being compelled to have sex on the forest floor.
“We should stay together,” she said.
The others all nodded, but then something came over her again - The Narrative.
“Actually, wait,” she continued. “We haven’t, like, got lots of time. We should totally split up.”
Taylor was about to say ‘What? That’s a stupid idea!’ when the Narrative hit her as well. “Good idea,” she said. “But we should stay in pairs, just to be safe. Sabrina, you come with me, and you two lovebirds go together.”
The four exchanged a set of glances. Even despite Rodney’s new instincts, he could see what had just gone wrong. They weren’t meant to be splitting up at all. Everyone knew that. Everyone! And yet he grabbed Scarlet’s soft hand and led her down the hall of the wooden cabin, smirking confidently to keep her spirits up. Despite the chaos he still found his eye going to her fabulous cleavage.
“God,” he whispered to himself. “I really am poorly fucking written.”
“Like, how do you think I feel?” Scarlet asked.
They began their search of the cabin, with the alpha male and female searching the west of the house and Sabrina and Taylor taking the east. The former pair scoured, looking for weapons they could use. Rodney took the lead, relying on his new take-charge attitude to shine through, while Scarlet kept an eye out, though she was far more useless, much to her internal dismay, often clinging to Rodney from fright at the spiders and creepy pictures on the wall.
“Like, why are they all old creepy pilgrim types? And why are they dressed so weird?”
“No idea,” Rodney said. “But check this out! Think we can use this?”
He raised an old machete, its edges a little rusty but still sharp enough, and gestured to a box full of hunting knives.
“Oh, you’re such a man!” Scarlet swooned.
***
As this was happening, Taylor and Sabrina were looking for a hatch that could find further supplies.
“I still find this so utterly outside the barriers of probability,” Sabrina noted. “Magic doesn’t obey any known laws of physics, and now it’s suddenly all around us? I’m still not convinced I’m dreaming.”
“Could your dreams conjure up such big, nerdy words?” Taylor asked her.
“Hmm, I suppose my vocabulary has expanded significantly.”
“You’re also, no offence, not actually talking like a real smart person. You’re more like a Hollywood writer’s idea of a smart person. All big words and elongated sentences, but no actual, you know, conciseness.”
“Hey!”
“Sorry. Shine your light over here, would you?”
They both looked at a creepy photo from the early 1900s. It had a dismal looking family in it in old-timey clothes.
“Are they pilgrims?” Taylor wondered aloud.
“Dutch methodists,” Sabrina said, grinning sheepishly. “In this new life, I think I’m rather well-read in history on top of my other pursuits.”
Taylor smirked. “Maybe being shanked by Lukas wouldn’t be the worst thing for you, huh? You’d be stuck with enormous intelligence and academic gifts!”
Sabrina frowned, her shoulders sagging. “Please, don’t even say that! I can’t stand being a nerdy little girl. I’ve got braces! And thick glasses!”
“You do look cute. No offence, but when I was Timothy I would have had a huge crush on you.”
Another frown, deeper. “You’re straight for boys now, right? Yeah, me too. Ugh, this is completely immoral and not in keeping with the most tasteful direction filmmaking has gone in. I want - I want to write a letter of rebuke! And then, when I become my alpha male self again, I want to get a taste for violence again too.”
Taylor smirked. “I don’t know, this is going to sound crazy, but as scary as this situation is, being a girl isn’t that bad. I mean, at the very least I look a lot better than I did before. I’m thinner but more athletic, I feel healthier, and I won’t lie, it’s kinda fun to feel what it’s like to be a woman, right?”
Sabrina bit her lip. “I . . . I guess so. I did see myself in that cracked mirror and I actually smiled before. I think, if I was in a real movie, the audience would find me really cute. And knowing all this stuff is nice. I just wish I still had muscles to fight that thing!”
Taylor grinned, spotting something. “Lower your light, and muscles might not be necessary.”
It was the hatch. It took a hard effort, but the two managed to get it open. It descended down into a yawning darkness.
“You first,” Sabrina said.
Taylor chuckled. “That’s the other thing, too. This new female me is a lot more brave than I used to be.”
She began to descend down the ladder. Part of her couldn’t help but think another, unvoiced opinion: her actions, demeanour and appearance made her seem like another stereotype. If Sabrina was the Nerdy One, and Scarlet the Bimbo Scream Queen, and Rodney the Jock, then she could well be the most important character of all.
The Final Girl.
She didn’t quite know how to feel about that.
***
Scarlet cursed herself, but there was something so deeply, deeply sexy about watching a real man get ready to go to war. Rodney was searching through toolboxes and cupboards and under beds, and each time he emerged with something he could improvise into a weapon: a bat lined with sharpened nails, a chainsaw he could affix to one hand, a protective welder’s mask that could stop a hit from a blade. As Ruby, he had been a fairly pragmatic person, but never a hands-on practical one. The attractive olive-skinned actress hated doing shoots in any conditions, let alone out in the wilderness. It was all about money to her. But now, stuck as the tall, attractive leading man Rodney, he was finding a new calling. He swung a hammer experimentally - it had a sharp knife strapped to the other side of it now. He called it his ‘hammer-knife.’
“Mhmm, that’s so hot for some reason,” Scarlet said, grinning in a vixen-like manner. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Just keep boarding up the windows,” he replied. “You’re doing a good job of it, you just need a bit more force. Here, let me help you.”
He shedded his protective equipment, and in doing so removed his newest shirt as well - he had become a little sweaty from recent efforts - then pressed himself behind Scarlet and took her hands.
“Just need to hit the nails in like this,” he said, showing her.
“Wow, you really know your stuff,” she replied, feeling a moistness between her thighs. Her Anna-Lee self cursed these sensations, but her body really did have a habit of getting horny at all the wrong times. It was so undignified compared to the theatre actress she was meant to be! Curse that Mr Builder!
“Believe it or not, this is the one practical thing I do know how to do,” Rodney replied, helping her with another one and pressing his body against hers a bit more closely. “My dad was a carpenter. His name was John. He was big into renovation, and actually worked on some old films, like that alien in the snow one. It was through him that I got into acting, since I hung around on sets, but he told me to always know how to bang a nail. I guess it’s something I’ve forgotten.”
Scarlet turned around and smiled, tracing a finger down his gorgeous muscles.
“That’s so fascinating. When I was, like, a little girl, my parents always forced me to behave. To be proper. And to never be slutty or silly or let go and have fun in any way. Maybe . . . maybe before we finish up here, we should totally enjoy our new selves. It’s not just nails you could be banging, you know.”
The last line was a compulsion, but Rodney couldn’t help himself. He was already getting quite hard, and harder still when Scarlet lowered her zip so that her breasts hung down like overripe fruit, barely concealed by either side of the jacket. She grinned, giggling a little.
“If we’re about to die or whatever, then shouldn’t we have a bit of pleasure?”
Rodney looked at the window. It was boarded up. So many others were. This place was a lot more defensible now, and he had so many weapons. There was no sign of Lukas yet. But it would be stupid to have sex right now, wouldn’t it?
Ah, but the Narrative was already taking over, urging him forth, his testosterone flowing, hormonal and lustful. This was exactly what the alpha male jock would do, and besides, the nearby bed was still together and not uncomfortable looking.
“Babe,” he said, helping her slide out of her jacket and reveal her hot body. “Let’s fuck each other’s brains out before we fuck Lukas Voss’ brains up.”
They were immediately, passionately making out as they moved to the bed, Scarlet desperate to ride her lover despite all her better judgement. Rodney grasped and groped her breasts, and for once she was happy for them.
“Mhmm, I love having b-big, sensitive t-tits!”
“I love you having th-them. I never thought I’d be such a lesbian.”
Scarlet purred, lowering a hand to rub her lover’s bulge, making it harden more. She pulled back his pants, freeing his colossal cock. She had to lick her lips at the sight of it.
“Not, like, much of a lesbian now, not with that monster between your legs. Mhmm, I really wanna suck it before I ride you.”
She lowered herself, planting her lips on him, and Rodney groaned, gripping her head lightly. The sensation was wonderful, and the new man couldn’t deny that having a woman suck on his cock gave him feelings of immense pleasure and power. There was a raw dominance he’d never felt before, and being in a tough, manly body made him feel in charge, even in such a terrible situation.
“Y-yeah, keep it up, baby. Keep going,” he grunted. “Might as well enjoy this while we’re like this. I’ll b-be Ruby again. But for now . . . ahhhh. Yeah. Now get on t-top, before it’s t-too late!”
She did, grinning as she released his dick, then crawling on top of him. He raised her easily, holding her by the hips until he could lower her down upon his member. Once again she was penetrated, and once again she was reminded that while she was following a set of compulsions, damn if it didn’t feel good to just let loose and stop being so uptight.
“Yesssss,” she moaned. “F-fuck me, Rodney! Be my b-big man and I’ll b-be your sexy damsel in distress!”
“I’ll keep you s-safe!” he grunted, beginning to fuck her.
She bounced atop him, her enormous boobs bouncing rhythmically in such a way that she had begun to love it.
“Yes, keep m-me safe!”
She didn’t even see a large, implacable figure slowly approaching from the distant treeline. But then again, how could she?
The windows were all boarded up.
***
Taylor could feel ethereal cameras recording her every movement as she investigated the creepy basement. It was much larger than she expected, with huge shelves making it quite the maze, and her torch occasionally flickered, adding to the creepy ambience. Sabrina clung to her, even more afraid, her mind buzzing with connections as she observed the equipment stored on the shelves.
“Crosses, items of worship, little figurines, woodcuts, spoiled ration supplies, shovels, jugs for carrying water, lengths of rope-”
“Are you just going to list everything, Sabrina?”
“Sorry, this place has me creeped out! But it shows all the signs of an immigrant survivalist group. Look at the writing: it is indeed written in Dutch! This woodcut refers to The Darkened Son. It also talks about a weird swamp the family discovered.”
Taylor furrowed her brow. Something was off here. There was a stench in the air, something like decay. Still, she pushed forward, giving over to the Narrative but also determined to find some damn bear traps or something. The air was thick with dust and mould and stale, trapped air. She coughed a few times, trying to ignore the strange, dark stains on the walls.
“I need a distraction,” Sabrina said.
“Okay, um, what happens if we get, uh, ‘killed.’ How are you going to cope with being a woman for life?”
“Oh, I’m really not. But I’ll have to, won’t I? I don’t know the first thing about bras, and dresses, and going to the toilet with other girls.”
Taylor chuckled. “I’m pretty sure there’s more to being a woman than that. Mind you, I’m not looking forward to periods.”
“Ew, don’t remind me!”
“Still, I won’t lie, I’ll miss the boobs.”
Sabrina snorted. “That’s because you’ve got nice ‘jugs,’ as my former self would refer to them rather crudely.”
“They’re not Scarlet big.”
“Ha! Hers are positively pneumatic. I’m impressed at how she is able to keep herself up right given her redistributed mass, but I suppose that rear of hers allows for some gravitational adjustment.”
Taylor actually found herself giggling. “You know, you’re pretty hilarious, Sabrina. If we get stuck as women, maybe we can stay in touch, huh? Learn how to deal with long hair and idiots catcalling us and stuff.”
Sabrina nodded. “Deal. But only if we get stuck.”
They rounded a corner together, towards the source of the smell.
“I’m sure we’ll find a way out of this. Rodney is doing well, and it’s not like - aha! Check this out! A pair of bear traps! Give me a hand!”
Sabrina helped her pull the pair of chains, and the metallic devices pulled back out of the darkness. As they did so, a number of boards cracked and collapsed just behind them, revealing a revolting pit that had been covered over.
A pit filled with decomposing skeletons with festering bits of meat still clinging to their rib cages, and dark insects skittering about across their surface.
They both screamed, Sabrina especially. Taylor had to grip her friend.
“It’s okay, it’s okay! They’re dead! It’s okay!”
Sabrina calmed. “S-sorry. I didn’t expect - God, I hate being such a scared little woman! What the hell happened here?”
Connections began to click in Taylor’s mind as she looked into the pit. There were a number of bodies here, and the decaying clothing she could spy matched the paintings and photos upstairs. All at once, she realised something deeply terrible.
“Hang on, this is a Dutch cabin, right? Weren’t Lukas Voss’s parents Dutch? Didn’t he kill them out in the woods according to the old legends, but no one could prove it because there were no bodies?”
They both surveyed said bodies. Even rotted away, their skulls were contorted into horrified screams, as if frozen in terror at the moment of their deaths.
Sabrina’s eyes went wide. “Oh, shit! We’ve stumbled straight into the lion’s den! We’ve got to warn Sabrina and Rodney!”
They began to move, Taylor slinging one of the bear traps over her shoulder, unprimed. But even as they reached for the ladder, they could hear a loud smashing echoing from above; a window and boards shattering, followed by a high-pitched Scream Queen wail.
“Fuck!” Taylor explained. “We need to get up there!”
She took one step up the ladder, only for it to snap along its midsection and collapse into sticks. More screams followed, and the sounds of violence with them. Something horrible was happening.
But Sabrina and Taylor could no longer help. They were trapped in place and, possibly, in their new bodies.
Right in Lukas Voss’ den.
To Be Continued . . .
Comments
Fox Face
Glad someone enjoys my cheeky references!
Thomas Hargrove
"My dad was a carpenter. His name was John" might just be the greatest line of dialogue I've seen in here
