SpiralledEye
patreon
Full Moon Party [Multi-TF/TG Halloween Story]
🕑 Added 2024-10-20 07:44:39 +0000 UTCCommissioned by Wendu
Leo and his frat brothers are ready for a crazy Halloween party, but after angering the wrong guest, they and the other partygoers start becoming their costumes. The curse goes further for Leo and his friends; they also become women and feel compelled to embrace their new identities fully.
~
“Lucas, I swear to God you are giving my last ex a run for her money. How long does it take to get ready for a damn party!”
Leo yelled up the stairs and returned to pacing before the front door. There were plenty of frat parties. Normally, he wouldn't have been so over-eager, but it was Halloween. Otherwise known as the best night of the year to score on campus. These days, most women wore lingerie with a set of animal ears, called it a costume, and then paraded themselves around asking to be ogled. Once they had a few drinks in them, getting those ‘costumes’ off was surprisingly easy as well, especially if they liked yours.
Leo had gone for a classic werewolf. It had been surprisingly easy, too. All he needed was a pair of fur shorts and a hood with some furry ears. H’ed kept his chest bare to show off his dark, toned chest. Honestly, he was probably wearing less than some of the women tonight, but that was by design.
“Dude, you’re like, half-naked.” Noah snorted as he rounded the corner.
“Hey, if I am gonna ogle women, they should be able to ogle me.” Lucas grinned. “Besides, I think it adds to the energy of the wild wolf man. I’m all primal, can barely be contained…ladies love that dangerous supernatural stuff.”
“You are really putting that drama elective to work, huh?”
“I took that class to pick up art chicks, and it gave me shit all, I may as well use what I can.”
Noah was stocky, with biceps he flexed almost unconsciously, his too-tight shirt barely containing his frame. His jeans were equally tight in a way that showed off far too much in the front for Leo’s liking.
“You look ridiculous.”
“Said the man wearing spurs.”
“Hey! Cowboy is a totally classic costume.”
“If you’re ten.”
“Well, both of you fail because nobody will be talking about you when I’m in the room!” Lucas yelled from upstairs, suddenly appearing in a flash of green and gold.
Leo felt his jaw drop for a moment before he was forced to cover himself with his hand to prevent himself from laughing.
“What is that?” Noah asked, barely holding back a snicker.
“It’s called a naga, I learned about them in my history class. Cool, right?”
Cool wasn’t exactly the word that came to mind. Lucas had painted green scales in patches all over his body, along with gold body paint and was wearing an animal hood similar to Lucas’, only his was the head of a giant snake. Aside from the hood, he wore nothing but a pair of golden genie pants made of cheap, shimmery fabric and a pair of golden sandals.
“So…you’re a snake?”
“A naga, it’s like, half snake half human. I think. I wasn’t really paying attention. I just thought it was cool. Plus, I get to show off some chest.”
Leo snorted and shook his head in disbelief; he’d managed the same thing without looking so girly. At least there would be less competition for the ladies tonight. Leo and Noah were both in their second year on campus, unlike Lucas, who was as fresh-faced as they came. The pair had taken him under their wing, so to speak. Somebody as eager as him would never have been invited to this party without some upperclassman vouching for him. This costume was a mistake, but it was a mistake he’d have to make the hard way. When people started calling him gay, and all the women turned a blind eye, he’d figure it out.
“Come on, snake boy. Let’s get going.”
~
The house was buzzing with the kind of chaotic energy that only a college frat party could muster. Music thumped loud enough to vibrate through the floorboards, and the air was thick with the smell of spilled beer and cheap cologne. His future score was somewhere amidst the sea of bodies crammed into the living room. Half the women in the room were a single loose nail away from a public indecency charge. Leo grinned; God, he loved college.
“Let’s get hammered!” He grinned, grabbing a can from the cooler by the door and chugging half of it. “We’ll see how effective that costume of yours is, Lucas.”
“Just you wait, wolf boy.”
Leo was only half listening. He finished his beer and scanned the room; his eyes darted from girl to girl like he was mentally tallying a list of possible options. Lucas was practically drooling as he scanned the crowd, and Leo snickered as he downed his second beer in almost as many minutes.
"Look, man, you just gotta be bold," he said, his words slurring slightly but not enough to stop him.
"Yeah, man, they just need a real man," Noah chimed in, taking a swig from his beer as if to emphasise the point, and Leo clamped him on the back.
"Girls love confidence. Confidence and experience. Watch the master."
He sidled up to a group and quickly joined the conversation. His voice carried over the music as he regaled his friends with tales of his latest “conquests,” none of which sounded particularly believable. Leo leaned into one girl dressed as a sexy devil, only for her to push him away. Whatever, there were plenty more fish in the sea. He moved on to the next girl, leaning in close and speaking with a deep rumble that he was sure would have her quivering. Instead, he got half a drink spilt on him.
“Don't worry about it, man.” Noah grinned. “You can’t be doing worse than our newbie over there.”
He pointed to where Lucas was on the makeshift dance floor. Already halfway through an awkward attempt at grinding up on a girl who clearly wanted nothing to do with him. She stepped away, forcing a polite smile before weaving back into the crowd. And so it went. Each of them made their way through the party, and each interaction ending in rejection was blunter than the last. Leo, emboldened by liquid courage, approached a blonde wearing bunny ears and a witch’s hat, leaning against the kitchen counter, her friends engaged in conversation around her. He leaned in close, too close, flashing what he thought was a charming smile.
"Hey, you look like you're having the time of your life," he said, his breath heavy with alcohol. "Why don't we make it even better?"
The woman, whose name Leo didn’t bother to ask, arched an eyebrow before stepping back slightly, her smile fading.
"Yeah, no thanks."
Leo blinked, momentarily thrown off. One or two rejections, whatever, but he’d been here almost an hour, and he had nothing to show for it. Not even a smile. He expected at least one girl to offer to run her hands down his bare chest. Why bother freezing his nipples off in the October air if nobody was going to jump his bones? The more the three of them were rejected, the harder they tried. For every girl who brushed them off, they convinced themselves it was because she “wasn’t worth it,” not because their approach was the problem.
"They’re just playing hard to get," Lucas told himself.
"Come on, don’t be shy. I know how to show a girl a good time. Don’t tell me you never dreamed of having a werewolf boyfriend."
"No, really. I'm good." Her voice was sharp this time, her posture stiffening. She turned back to her friends, dismissing him with a look that should’ve been enough to make him walk away. But Leo wasn’t one to take a hint.
The woman looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow.
“You know, your two friends already tried this whole cool guy routine with me.” She sighed. “It’s a bit pathetic.”
“Pathe-hey, no need to be such a bitch, I was just trying to show you a good time!”
“If you had even an ounce of self-awareness, you’d have realised you’re making everybody here uncomfortable.” She sneered. “But something tells me self-reflection isn’t your strong suit.”
Leo rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, you’re not even that hot. If you’re so miserable here, you should go. Let us party animals enjoy ourselves.”
The woman got a strange look in her eye, then smirked. She pulled a fake wand from her belt and waved it in his face, going so far as to poke him in the forehead.
“Maybe I will.”
“Ouch!” Leo crushed, “Fucking weirdo.”
He rubbed at the spot on his forehead for a moment as she breezed past him and out the front door, slamming it closed behind her. Whatever, this party didn't need killjoys like that. Just because she wasn’t into him didn't mean he was making people uncomfortable. Still, something about that strange woman had soured his mood. He grabbed another can of beer and settled himself against one of the walls to drink. Hopefully, with the costume, he would look suitably broody and attract one of those alternative girls who liked the strong, silent type.
Leo cast his eyes out over the sea of partygoers, taking in the costumes and feeling a twinge of jealousy each time he saw a guy score. Lucas and Noah were having about as much luck as him and even though it was petty, Leo couldn't help but be happy about it. He was the hottest, after all, if he couldn’t get a girl here, they certainly shouldn’t. He let his eyes drift down to admire the scantily clad ass of a blonde walking by. She was dressed as a classic sexy cat, complete with a long flowing tail that swished back and forth behind her.
“How the hell is she moving it like that?” Leo muttered, watching the tail with fascination and feeling his brow furrow as it raised up, seemingly on its own.
Leo looked up at the blonde and took in the fake cat ears sitting on top of her head. Except…they weren't fake. They twitched and swivelled just like the real thing, and the fur coating them looked a little too real. He blinked in confusion, expecting the illusion to end, but it didn’t.
“Just what the hell have I been drinking?” Leo looked at the can in his hand. “Can people spike cans now?”
He examined the can, looking for anything unusual, when something flashed in the corner of his eye. White. He turned and let out a shocked, strangled cry as a guy he knew from English walked past; on his skeletal legs.
“Woah, what the hell is wrong with you, man?” The half-skeleton asked, lifting up his mask in confusion.
“Y-your legs…”
“Yeah? What about them.”
“They’re just bones!”
“...Yeah? Are you tweaking out or something?”
“B-but…but-!”
“Look, maybe you should leave the drinks for a bit.” The man chuckled, pulling his mask back down and heading off into the crowd, leaving Leo with his jaw on the floor and his hand clenched tight around the beer can. A cat tail was one thing, but a full-on skeleton body? Something weird was going on. Speaking of weird, there was something cold and wet dripping onto his hand. Leo looked down and saw that the scrunched can between his fingers was more than just bent, his fingers had punctured right through the metal! Or rather, his claws had. With another yelp he would never admit to making, he dropped the can and examined his hand. Long fingers tipped with sharp claws and a thin layer of fur seeped with beer.
“I-I didn't buy gloves for this costume!” He cried, ripping at his own hands in a panic, hoping to pull the claws off like a glove. No such luck.
Leo could only stare at his own hands in shock. They seemed to be changing right in front of his eyes; the process was slow, but if he focused, he could tell. His fingers were getting longer, almost delicate looking, in stark contrast to the long black nails that tipped each one. A thin layer of silky grey fur was slowly growing to coat them as well. Making his skin itch as his hair pushed through. As he looked up in panic, he could see the rest of the room slowly changing as well. That woman with a cat tail wasn't the only one now sporting real animal appendages; worse, nobody seemed to notice or care! A woman’s short tail thumped against the ground where she sat, letting a man stroke her velvety ears as they talked, her tongue lolled out like a dog.
“Leo!”
Noah was rushing over in a panic, his face was pale, like all the blood had drained out of it, but that wasn't the only noticeable change. His tight clothing was suddenly all the tighter, the buttons on his shirt straining to contain his pecs to the point that Leo worried they would fly off any second.
“Leo, something fucked up is happening!” Noah said, “L-Look!”
He pulled back his shaggy hair to reveal his ears; now long and almost bovine looking at the side of his head.
“One minute I’m a cowboy, chatting this girl up and the next I’m turning into a cow!”
“You’re not the only one, " Leo said grimly, holding up his hands to show off the fur and claws.
“Oh man…your eyes…”
“What about my eyes?”
“They’re uh…yellow.”
Leo wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.
“It’s like the whole room is turning into their costumes…” He scanned his eyes over again, each person he saw looked weirder than the last. A pale faced vampire was grinning hungrily at his date. The man’s eyes weren’t just red under the lights—they glowed. When he smiled, Leo swore those fangs weren’t plastic anymore. They were sharp. Real. Leo could only watch in horror as the woman next to him willingly offered her neck, and he pulled her close to close his mouth against her. Anybody else would think he was kissing her, but Leo had a sick feeling that wasn’t what was going on.
A girl dressed as a fairy danced through the room, a pair of real wings fluttered behind her, lifting her off the ground ever so slightly as she shrunk inch by inch. A woman with green skin and a witch’s hat was stirring the punch with a long, twisted wand that glowed with a faint, eerie green light. Leo made a mental note not to drink from that bowl again.
“What the fuck, what the fuck.” Noah whispered, “Are you seeing this?”
“Yeah! Why isn't anybody else?”
“I don't know but…we should find Lucas, see if he can see it too.”
Leo nodded, and they set off through the crowd. Everywhere he looked, more people were changing. A confirmation that this wasn't all in his head. It was too real. The transformations were subtle at first, but with each passing minute, they became more pronounced. A guy in a devil costume was now sporting horns, real horns, and his skin had taken on a reddish hue. A woman in a cat costume stalked through the crowd, her eyes slitted, her movements fluid and predatory. It would have been hot if he wasn't so freaked out.
They moved from room to room until, finally, they found a line outside one of the bathrooms. People, or rather a mixture of people and creatures, were tapping their fingers impatiently.
“Lucas?” Leo called, only for the door to burst open.
“L-Leo, something weird is happening!” As he pointed to his body, Lucas looked like he was on the edge of tears. The painted patches were real scales now, glittering green under the low light.
“You too…”
“Can you guys go tweak out somewhere else?” The cat girl asked. “You’re blocking the door.”
They stepped aside in shock, and the line continued to move forward.
“What the hell is happening?” Lucas said, panicked. “I can feel more scales growing and…and other things too.”
He squirmed uncomfortably on his toes and Leo realised he could feel something happening to him as well. It was like his body was shifting subtly against his will, the shape changing into something else, something new.
“Ohhhh.” Noah groaned, clutching his stomach. “G-guys I feel really weird….Hnnnnng!”
Leo and Lucas could only watch in horror as Noah’s stomach began to expand. His tight jeans didn't stand a chance; first, the button flew off, and then the fabric began to rip. Soft, pink skin pushed out as a round mound with what could only be described as nipples grew out of him. Those nipples turned dark and long, growing into full teats as Noah grew an udder.
“Oh fuck, oooh ah…ahhh!” He moaned and gasped. “Oh fuck, I can…I can feel it filling up with milk.”
Leo’s mouth was totally dry. He didn't know what to do. Lucas grabbed his arm, squeezing so tight he could feel the man’s now sharp nails digging into him. To his surprise, he looked down and saw that his arms seemed slightly thinner and less toned than before. Or maybe it was just that fur slowly creeping up to cover them.
“We should call somebody, right?” Lucas said.
“R-right.”
His hands fumbled for his phone in his pocket. He tried to type out a message, something to get help, but his fingers trembled too much, and the claws made it impossible. The words came out jumbled and unreadable.
“Uhhhh, why is nobody else freaking out?” Noah asked, pointing to where a woman’s legs were slowly merging together to form a mermaid tail. She didn't even bat an eye.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should go.” Leo suggested.
Yeah, they just needed to get out of here, but when they stumbled to the front hall, the door refused to open, no matter how hard Leo pulled. Noah threw his heavy body against a window but all that got him were empty, annoyed looks from the other party goers.
“Oh god, we’re trapped in here!” Lucas wailed.
“Get a grip, man.” Leo swallowed. “We can figure this out.”
“But how-ooooooh.”
It was Lucas’s turn to double over, then Noah. They were both clutching their chests as the skin there pressed out. Two distinct mounds were growing there: breasts. Leo could feel a tingling under his own pecs and pressed his hands to them as if he could somehow push the tits back under his skin. It was useless, though. All three of them were groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain as their chests expanded. It wasn’t enough that they were slowly becoming their costumes, they were becoming women as well!
The pressure in his chest built, and as it did, a strange urge washed over him. Leo tried to fight it, but it was impossible; some new instinct had gripped him, and he was powerless to resist.
“Awooooooo!” He threw his head back and howled as his breasts finally finished forming, a thin layer of silver fur coating them to at least hide his modesty somewhat. Lucas’ breasts were on full display, supple and beautiful, a moment later, a metal bikini seemed to form from thin air to cup and cover them, pushing up his cleavage. Noah had no such luck, he stayed bare, hanging off his chest and resting on his udder. Even his nipples looked more like teats.
“Oh God, I was a cowboy, not a cow! This isn’t fair!” he brayed.
Lucas wanted to try and calm him down, but he was distracted. It seemed his own change was speeding up now. There was a faint tingle at the base of his spine. It wasn’t unpleasant—quite the opposite, in fact. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying not to enjoy it. The sensation spread upward, slow and warm, like a soft wave crawling up his back. His pulse quickened, but there was no fear. Only… exhilaration. He didn’t want to enjoy this, he didn’t want it to feel good, but he was at the mercy of his own body. A dog like whine escaped his throat as he felt his ears burning as they moved to the top of his head.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and felt a rush of energy that seemed to hum through his veins. The muscles in his arms flexed without his permission, his shoulders sloping as his body took on a more delicate, feminine shape complete with a curvy hourglass figure. He felt the bones in his face shift—smooth and seamless. His jaw sharpened, his nose elongating just a little. He reached up, brushing a hand across his cheek, and felt the beginnings of a muzzle. His ears twitched as they grew pointed, sharpening his hearing. He was becoming an anthro wolf girl!
The other two were rapidly transforming now as well, Leo watched as Lucas’ eyes turned green and slitted like a snake, and his features turned sharp and feminine. Those scales cupped his breasts beneath the bra and rapidly spread downwards to his legs causing him to wobble on his feet.
“Wha-hey woah!” He fell into a heap on the floor, legs in the air as they fused together to form a thick, powerful tail patterned with hard scales and a soft underbelly.
Leo’s spine stretched, his posture becoming more lupine, and he felt the faint tug of a tail growing from his lower back, brushing against the furry shorts he’d worn. They seemed to tremble for a moment before the fabric melted into his skin, becoming a part of him. He was totally naked now, with the fur covering his sex. His senses sharpened further—he could smell the scent of pumpkin spice from a table nearby, the faint aroma of sweat from the dancers, and even the wet night air filtering in through an open window.
Leo looked down at himself in horror; he couldn’t believe it. There was even a fluffy tail swinging between his now bare legs. In just a few minutes, he’d gone from a human man to a female werewolf, and he had no idea what to do about it! Lucas was much the same, awkwardly trying to learn how to stand upright now that his lower body was that of a snake. His upper body, though, was an exotic woman with bronzed skin, snake eyes and an oddly captivating gaze that even started to draw Leo in before he caught himself.
“Thisssss feels weird.” Lucas hissed, his forked tongue tasting the air, causing him to jump in shock. “Even my mouth isssssss different!”
“You’ve got fangs,” Leo said in shock.
“You’re one to talk.”
Noah just groaned, stumbling to his feet, or rather, hooves. As bad as Leo felt, he couldn't help but feel a little grateful; Noah had clearly drawn the short straw when it came to transformations. His feet had become hooves, that paleness in his face was now interspersed with brown patches, and he was sporting two milk-heavy breasts as well as a full udder. As bad as being turned into a female werewolf was, at least Leo hadn't become a cowwoman!
“Guys, this feels so wrong.” Noah groaned, trying desperately to cover his breasts while leaning to balance on his new hooves.
“I know, what are we gonna do?” Lucas asked, his voice now whispery and seductive. “Nobody else seems to care…
He was right. A woman walked past with two fresh punctures in her neck from the vampire, who followed her up the stairs to the bedroom. He didn't even seem bothered by the fact that she was sporting leopard spots and round cat ears. As far as everybody else at this party was concerned, these changes were totally normal.
“Okay.” Leo licked at his muzzle, trying to figure out how to speak with a differently shaped mouth. “We just need to keep our heads, and everything will be fine.”
He was saying it to himself more than the others, in a desperate attempt to stop his racing heart. Noah groaned again, clutching his udder in discomfort.
“I…I don’t feel right…”
“Alright man, uh, let’s see if maybe the backdoor is still open,” Leo said. “Somebody has to be out there smoking pot or something, if we can get out of here, maybe the spell effect will end.”
It had to be a spell, right? Magic was the only explanation for how fucked up things had gotten. His mind flashed back to the woman and her wand; he didn't have time to think about her though. If she was the cause of this, she wasn't here. They needed to focus on getting out of this frat house and back to the real world where they could get some help. Leo almost wept for joy when he saw the back door open (probably his new female hormones or something). They stepped out into the night, and Leo immediately felt his eyes widen. The moon was full above him, and it seemed to draw him in. He wandered out into the yard, ignoring all the people bustling about or splashing in the pool; his eyes locked with the moon for a moment before fluttering closed. He threw back his head and howled, letting the sound echo out into the night; it felt raw and freeing.
“Girl, keep it down. I’m trying to chill here!” Somebody laughed, and Leo blushed under his fur. Not only had he lost control for a second there, they just called him girl.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one struggling because a groan made him turn around to Noah, who was standing, leaning back against the wall. He had both arms cupped around his udder, and his face was pained.
“It’s so full.” He whimpered. “I…I have to…I need somebody to milk me.”
“Don’t look at me!” Leo cried, mortified.
“Please…Somebody…” Noah whimpered.
“Dude, get a hold of yourself. Try to have some pride!”
“How can I care about pride when I am like this!”
Noah shifted on his hooves, not even trying to hide his breasts anymore. They hung, heavy and just as filled with milk as his udder and that combined with his wide hips and flushed face made him look oddly hot. Evidently, Leo wasn't the only one thinking it because a guy dressed as a pirate, complete with an eyepatch, appeared wearing a roguish grin.
“Hey girl, you seem like you need a hand.”
“Yes!” Noah wailed, and Leo stepped back in horror. The man reached down and squeezed one of Noah’s teets between his fingers. The effect was instant, milk sprayed onto the grass and Noah moaned in delight. Leo stood back and watched as the man continued to milk his friend, one hand stroking over the stretched skill of Noah’s udder soothingly until it too found a teat and began to to double time.
Noah leaned back against the wall, mouth lolling open as he moaned; the discomfort of his full udder finally draining away with the milk and being replaced with something pleasurable. Leo didn't want to look, but he couldn’t help himself, a second guy was joining now, taking one of Noah’s breasts in his mouth and sucking. Noah brayed, actually mooed like a cow and began to shake under their touch. Then a second later his whole body went stiff for a moment and he shuddered, milk sprayed and Leo realised he’d just watched his friend cum.
“Hey guys!” The pirate called. “We’ve got a full cow over here, I am sure she won't say no to more hands.”
“Ohhhh, Oooooh I don’t…yes, more!” Noah wailed, “I’m still so full I can’t think straight.”
Leo watched as more came over with hungry eyes to stroke and suckle at Noah’s new bovine body. His own body felt hot with arousal but also shame. Noah wasn't going to move, no matter what he said or did right now. That was obvious. He was lost in his new animals and womanly instincts. If he was going to solve this, he was going to have to do it himself. Still, it was harder than he would ever admit to tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. Noah’s moans echoed through the garden, and his face burned into Leo’s mind. Between his legs, he felt a throb. Different to what he was used to; there was the usual rush of blood, but instead of a distinctive stiffness, now there was a warm, wet heat that seemed to spread through his whole body. His nipples hardened and poked through the dark fur coating his breasts, and he grit his teeth; he couldn’t risk ending up like Noah. He had to escape.
He ran for the fence, ready to leap over it and disappear back into the real world. At least he hoped it was still the real world; if the rest of the campus or city was like this, he had no idea what he was going to do. He was posed on the fence, a little climbing, and he’d be free, but something stopped him. A strange twisting in his gut. It wasn't quite guilt, but it was similar, only more primal, instinctual. His werewolf instincts had him turning, looking back at the party: pack. A wolf never left a member of their pack behind; Noah may have been lost but Lucas was still in there somewhere. He barely knew the guy, but…his wolf side wouldn’t let him leave without him. He was his pack and younger than him, too, if only by a year.
“Alright, I get Lucas, then escape.” Leo rationalised. “I can handle myself like this a little longer…”
Still, he couldn’t help but imagine that witch's laughter as he got down from the fence and headed back into the frat house. He passed Noah on the way, now on all fours, while a new man milked his heavy breasts. His face was flush, and his eyes glassy as he moaned. Leo wasn't even sure his friend could see him walking past. If he could, he certainly didn't care; he was too lost in his own ecstasy. Once again, Leo’s new pussy throbbed, but he ignored it as he dove back into the party. Monsters of all shapes and sizes were mingling now, and several caught his eye. A man in nothing but a loincloth made of leopard skin, a Greek God, an Olympian. All men with muscles and dominant energy that made that lingering warmth between his legs all the stronger just by existing.
‘I am not attracted to men.’ Leo told himself. ‘Not even with a magic spell.’
He tried not to notice them, but it was hard. His body wanted…something. He felt empty and in desperate need of filling. He was so damn horny he kept on wandering off, nose following a masculine musk before shaking his foggy head free of sinful thoughts. Never in his life did Leo expect to be trying to avoid sex at a party.
“Hey girl.”
It was the man in the loincloth, he was grinning as he leaned in close, trapping Leo between him and the wall before Leo could stop him.
“You look pent up…”
“N-No I’m not.”
“You sure, I bet you’d be more comfortable on your knees…”
Leo hated how weak his legs suddenly felt. A strange new urge was taking him over, making him want to submit. Oh no, to add to his indignity, he was a submissive now! Oh, how his wolf wanted to submit to this man. But no, Leo refused. He had a job to do, find Lucas and get out.
“N-No, thank you…” He meant the words to come out strong, not desperate and whimpering.
Luckily, he was able to slip out from under the adonis’ reach and quickly dive back into the crowds to stop him from following. Leo was so wet now that the only thing keeping the juices from dribbling down his legs was his new fur.
“Get a hold of yourself, Leo.” he whispered. “You’re still in control here. Just focus.”
His eyes darted about the room, and he saw what felt like hundreds of people; there was no sign of Lucas, though. Then, Leo’s sharp wolf ears pricked. He could hear a throaty chuckle coming from the kitchen, low yet feminine and seductive. A stone formed in his gut; he really hoped he was wrong, and that wasn’t Lucas. But, of course, it was. The naga was seated on the kitchen bench, and three dazed-looking men were leaning in close with adoration on their faces.
“Leo!” Lucas smiled. “This new body isn't so bad, look.”
He leaned over as a new man entered the room and locked eyes with him, making a come hither motion with his fingers.
“Hey there, ssssssexy.” He hissed. “Think you could get me a drink?”
The man’s face became placid, and a second later, he was on his knees, offering Lucas a drink like a man before a goddess.
“All I need to do is look at somebody, and suddenly it’s like I’m the only woman in the world.” He said dreamily.
“Man,” Leo corrected. “You’re a man, remember.”
“Whatever, this is more fun.” Lucas grinned, “see?”
Their eyes met, and that heat between Leo’s legs seemed to grow. He began to walk forward into Lucas’ waiting arms without even realising it. The sharp fingernails raked along Leo’s skull as the Naga patted him like a dog. A wave of submission and pleasure washed over his body, and Leo had to hold back a hungry whine.
‘Wait, what am I doing?’ he thought and quickly snapped back as if he had been burned.
“It doesn’t work as well on women.” Lucas shrugged.
“I’m not a woman!” Leo cried, “Neither are you!”
“I mean, we are though, at least for now. May as well enjoy it.”
“Enjoy it?!”
“Leo, look at me. These guys are eating out of the palm of my hand.”
Lucas giggled and reached out to cup one of the men’s faces, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. The man shuddered in pleasure, and instantly, a bulge appeared in the front of his pants, which only made Lucas grin wider.
“Sssssee? I’ve never felt more powerful…”
“Well I don’t!”
Leo thought about his new instinct to find an alpha male and submit to him. Why couldn’t that witch have made him some sort of mind-controlling naga, too? At least then, he would feel more in control.
“Come on, we need to get out of here.” Leo tried, but Lucas just laughed.
“Are you kidding? I am having the time of my life. You there,” He ordered one of the men. “Remove my bra.”
Leo watched, open-jawed, as the man did as Lucas told him and proceeded to feel him up. Cupping Lucas’s breasts lovingly before massaging them while Lucas leaned back and moaned.
“Oooooh yessssss, you sssshould try thissssss.” Lucas teased, reaching out and running a clawed finger down the middle of Leo’s chest. It felt like a red-hot poker. Leo hated how much he wanted to give in.
“No, you might be okay with this b-but I am getting out of here!”
He turned quickly and darted out of the kitchen. He prowled through the crowded frat house, desperate and horny after Lucas’s touch. He had to leave, but his body yearned for release. That heat that had been building all night was now close to a raging inferno, and it was taking all his self-control not to give in.
He felt his sharp claws dig into his palms as he clenched his fists, attempting to control the restless energy building within him. The closer he got to the back door, the more intense the desire became.
A group of guys catcalled as he passed, their eyes roaming over his now curvaceous figure. Leo ignored them, keeping his head high, trying to exude confidence and dominance. He refused to give in as Lucas and Noah had. But then he saw him: a man clearly dressed as some sort of bodybuilder made all the more muscular by the spell. His strong physique was on full display, drawing attention from everyone around. Leo felt his breath quicken as his wolfish instincts kicked in, recognising him as a potential mate.
As if sensing his gaze, the man's eyes locked with his. A smirk played on his lips as he made his way towards Leo, pushing through the crowd with ease. His confident stride and intense stare sent a shiver down Leo’s spine, and he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move.
"It's not often you see a werewolf in heat out in public, " he said, his deep voice cutting through the music. “My name is Calvin. Here, let me help you unwind."
Heat? Is that what this was? Oh God, just when Leo thought things couldn’t get more embarrassing. Calvin’s hands gently grasped his shoulders, and Leo felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. He tried to pull away, but it was like his body refused to listen. He could smell the masculine musk wafting off the bodybuilder, and his pussy quivered once more.
“Should we go somewhere more private?” Calvin asked with an arrogant grin that made Leo’s knees weak.
“I…I…”
Calvin guided him through the crowd, his hand firmly on his lower back, possessive and assertive. Leo felt his knees tremble as they made their way upstairs to an empty bedroom. His whole body was screaming with desire that he didn't want to give in to, yet he did all at once.
Leo's resolve began to crumble when the door closed behind them. He could no longer deny the heat radiating from his core, his pussy pulsing with need. Calvin's dominance was exactly what his wolf craved.
“Want me to take care of you, pet?” Calvin’s hand ran down his spine, and Leo shuddered; he was so horny. His pride wasn’t worth suffering through this anymore. He wanted to give in. The others seemed happy enough. He could be, too.
"Get on your hands and knees," Calvin said, his voice low and commanding. Leo's heart raced as he obeyed, his fur brushing against the fabric of the bedspread. He positioned himself, presenting his luscious ass and wet pussy to Calvin, even as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. It should have been him in Calvin’s position. But he couldn’t help himself, and his new werewolf instincts demanded that he be taken.
Calvin wasted no time, shedding his clothes and revealing his rock-hard cock. Leo looked over his shoulder and saw his eyes widening at the sight. His mouth watered, and he swallowed.
Calvin grabbed his hips and positioned himself at his entrance, the head of his dick pressing against his dripping pussy. With one powerful thrust, Calvin impaled him with such force that the air rushed from Leo’s lungs. He let out a guttural moan, his claws digging into the bed sheets as he was overwhelmed with the sensation. Calvin felt incredible, stretching him in ways he never thought possible.
"Oh yes, take it all," he panted, his words a mix of pleasure and pain.
Calvin obliged, gripping his hips tightly and beginning a relentless pace. His thick cock plunged in and out of Leo, hitting all the right spots, driving him wild with desire. Leo's wolfish instincts took over, and he began to move in sync with Calvin’s thrusts, meeting him halfway.
Leo's cheeks burned with shame and arousal as he embraced his new nature. They were rutting like dogs, like wild animals, and Leo loved it. He was a submissive, and Calvin was dominating him in every way, fulfilling his deepest desires. His rough treatment only served to heighten Leo’s pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge.
As Calvin pounded into him, his balls slapping against Leo’s clit with each thrust. Leo felt his orgasm building, an overwhelming sensation coursing through his body. He threw his head back and howled in pleasure, the sound primal and raw.
"Yes, cum for me, you sexy beast," Calvin urged.
Leo's release hit him like a freight train, his pussy clenching around Calvin's cock as he came. His body trembled, and he collapsed onto the bed, fur matted with sweat and cum.
But Calvin wasn't satisfied, he kept going, holding Leo up by his hips. Leo's second orgasm built quickly, his body hypersensitive to every touch. Calvin reached under him, and his fingers found his clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked Leo hard, pushing him over the edge once more. He cried out, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and Calvin pulled out and came onto his furry back.
Leo’s face flushed as they both collapsed back into the bed. His heart was pounding as he processed what had just transpired. He had given in to his instincts and found pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. He didn’t know how to feel about it or if he should curse or thank that witch for doing this to him. At the very least, though, it didn't seem like he’d be changing back any time soon. So he may as well indulge his instincts again, maybe even a few times. There were plenty of men at this party to try out, after all.
~
I hope you guys are ready for a LOT of Halloween themed TG/TF stories! They're pretty popular this season.
And yes, I did name the main character Leo because I thought it would be funny and ironic to give him a feline name when he got turned into a wolf.
