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Something Wicked

Written by Leo_Todrius

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If you asked most adults what their favorite holiday was, the most common answer was Christmas. If you asked most college students it was nearly unanimous; Halloween. College was already a time of self discovery and dressing up as something else allowed for experimentation. The fact that nearly every costume had a slutty variant appealed to those whose libidos were shifting into full gear. For the shy it allowed a chance to experiment socially and for the social it gave an excuse to jump off the deep end. It was also yet another excuse to push the boundaries of what was legal and what was sane. While the boundaries between this world and the next were thin, the boundary between complete anarchy were even thinner.

The ramp up to Halloween had started barely three weeks into the new Semester. The fake cobwebs had been up so long that they'd developed real cobwebs. The plastic skeletons in the campus gardens had gained a realistic layer of dust and desiccated leaves. The hoots and hollers of the students were ghostly in the way they drifted across the quad and echoed in the overhangs of the various buildings. Even if one hadn't come to campus expecting much from the holiday, the spooky spirit was infectious. At least, that's what Robby was starting to think.

Coming from the suburbs, Robby had fond memories of his childhood Halloweens before he'd aged out of it, then really nothing much had happened in late Middle School or High School. Coming to Beaumont University to discover every single student in the thrall of the season had been a bit overwhelming at first, but seeing how much they got into it he actually had started to feel a bit of a flutter in his heart about how exciting it might be. The fraternity was planning some sort of demon themed party and had bought every tub, tube and bottle of red body paint in town. The basketball team had entered into an agreement with the campus furries to make some sort of costumes, and even the burnouts, notorious for their rank smelling weed, were planning a haunted house.

Walking back from English class, Robby felt the weight of the collected works of Shakespeare resting against his lower spine. His backpack was riding a bit low with the number of supplies and textbooks. It was a bit of his own torture. To most people on campus he seemed to be the All-American teenage boy; a shag of boy band hair that had fallen out of style and come back in, all in the last few years, small earrings, a well fitting red shirt and khaki pants, his boyish good looks came with cherub cheeks and his eyes were a bright crystal blue that were nearly hypnotic. He'd been on a few different teams in High School, both athletic and academic, but at the end of the day he'd come to Beaumont feeling like a bit of a blank slate. When it came to those that were on a journey of self discovery, Robby was ready to discover just who he was meant to be.

Coming up the path that meandered between the language building and the Theatre, Robby's eyes widened a little bit. The Freshman dorms were directly across from the frats. The freshman dorms also happened to be four stories instead of two, but that gave them quite the view of the new spectacle. The brick and mortar building of the frats had been transformed. Despite the campus hosting four individual fraternities, they had put aside their differences and the complex had been utterly transformed. The normal safety rails and grating had been turned into wrought iron gates from hell. Construction paper had been used to put up colorful window frames of paper-craft flames. There was even a large stuffed animal that had gone through surgery with a few others to create a Cerberus sitting on the porch.

Robby grinned a little, seeing the frat guys rushing back and forth, adding finishing touches. They were all a bit bigger than he was; taller, broader shoulders. They seemed like good guys, but more mature. It was only eleven in the morning and some of them looked like they had three days of stubble growth after shaving that morning. Still, it was hard not to look at the way their perky asses bounced and jiggled as they ran back and forth, their arms on full display despite the cooler fall weather. Their shapely muscles and-

“Stairs!" A shout came out. Robby paused, foot mid air, realizing he had been about to step out over the stairwell that led down into the recessed portion of the courtyard, an amphitheater like set up. Robby blushed a little at how distracted he had been and turned too see the source of the voice. Standing a short distance away was Josh Green, one of the basketball players. His dark hair had been twisted and braided back into a ponytail, the mirthful yet judgmental grin on his round cheeks belied by the supple point of his chin. There was a sparkle in his chestnut brown eyes that made it clear he may have found it just as gratifying to watch Robby tumble as to save him. Still, Robby was grateful Josh had not chosen violence.

“Thanks man, I guess I got a lot on my mind." He said. Josh bit his bottom lip for a moment.

“Yeah, your mind, right…" Josh said. Robby hiked his backpack up and walked over to him, deciding that was as much of an invitation for conversation as anything.

“Isn't it neat what they did? The decorations, I mean." Robby said. Josh nodded a little.

“Oh yeah, they get to mount full size spiders while our RAs look at us funny for using the wrong shade of painter's tape…" Josh said. Robby finally started to sense the friction.

“I guess they're committed." he said, reaching up to rub the back of his head.

“Hopefully soon." Josh said. After a moment both young men started laughing. “So man, you're not gonna like… pledge to them or whatever, right? It'd be a waste of a perfectly useful reprobate such as yourself." Josh said.

“I mean, pledge? No… But Halloween? I haven't really decided yet." Robby said. Josh's brows furrowed.

“You're going to stand me up on the hottest night of the year?" Josh asked. This time it was Robby's turn for his eyebrows to arch.

“Is THAT your invitation?" he asked, “I'd fit in just as well with the ballers as I would the frat bros. I'm not sure I got either game all that well." Robby said. Josh shrugged a little.

“Fair enough, fair enough… While I'll have to make a showing with the team, and my costume is pretty much locked in, I haven't exactly committed myself to hanging out with them all night either. Maybe we can find somewhere better to hang together." Josh said. Robby let out a low whistle.

“Now THAT is an invitation." Robby said, waggling his eyebrows up and down before he pulled Josh into a hug, slapping his shoulders. “Let me drop off my bag and we can catch some lunch." he offered.

“You got time? I know today's your slam day." Josh said. While most students balanced their days so they only had to have a few hours of classes, Josh had overloaded three days to essentially give himself four days off a week. So far it didn't seem to be taking a toll on anything other than his back.

“Gotta keep the fuel up or I'll never make it through the rest of the day. Besides, that gives me all of Halloween off." Robby grinned. Josh nodded slowly.

“Oh yes, because we all know the most important hours of Halloween are the early morning. Gotta get an early start whenever you can." Josh smirked. Robby chuckled at that, gave his friend a salute and headed towards his dorm so he could drop off his bag.

“Save me a seat!" He called out. Josh shook his head but grinned anyway, heading back the way Robby had come. He glanced up at the jocks that seemed to be scaling the fire escapes to set up some sort of inflatable cauldron. He was about to dismiss them when he noticed one of the upperclassmen wearing just red satin pants, his torso bare. Both arms were covered in a heinous swirl of tribal tattoos that looked as though they'd been ripped out of the 1990's. While they were rather distasteful, Josh found himself at least a little tempted to have a taste… He shuddered a little when he realized what he'd just been thinking and he quickened his pace to get him to the cafeteria that much faster.

****

Legacy… It was a foundational principle of Zeta Mu, something drummed into the fraternity brothers from their first pledges. There were traditions that dated back generations and the fraternity itself was steeped in the legacy of those that had come before. While the dorms were regularly updated, the frat still had conversation pits and other fixtures dating back to the sixties and seventies. As Kyler descended into the basement, he was surrounded by the trophies, awards, accolades and memorials of the past. The weight of all that made Kyler's heart race beneath his tight red polo shirt. His dusty brown hair was short on the side and long on top, swept back just enough to give it some volume. After working hard on the decorations it was styled with as much sweat as anything.

Kneeling down at the edge of the wood floor, Kyler lifted a specific panel to reveal a handhold. Slowly rising back up, he lifted the floor just a little out of the recessed portion it rested in. Bracing himself, he pushed and pushed, sliding the large wooden square out of the way. Every inch it moved revealed an intricately carved pattern etched in the cement floor of the basement. Unlike the rigid rectangular bricks and mortar that made up the rest of the structure, the carved pattern was a complex series of circles, triangles, fractals and runes. The pattern was far more ancient than the building was, but the wear at the edges of the carvings betrayed that it had been there since Zeta Mu's inception.

Huffing a little from the exertion, Kyler looked up at the trophy cases. He walked around the room, reaching out to touch certain ones. As he did, portions of the carving in the floor started to glow a deep burgundy. The light built and built, collecting in smaller circles that orbited the radius of the pattern. As Kyler touched one particular sculpture on the wall, the burgundy light erupted, filling in the lines and shapes and runes of the pattern like water cascading into an aqueduct. It coursed and careened around until the entire carving was filled. Kyler took one more deep breath before he stepped over the edge. As he breached the circle, the light ignited, flashing to flame that burned a bright red before shifting to purple.

Only a small amount of smoke was produced by the fire, but it coalesced and collected into a shadow in front of Kyler, reshaping and reforming until it took on a humanoid silhouette. There was a shifting, a wriggling, like the smoke was trying to work kinks out of its neck. As it did, the smoke sloughed off to reveal crimson flesh and hair that was the darkest shade of purple-black. One orange eye opened, then another, blinking slowly. Black horns rose up from the demon's head as he turned to regard the frat boy, the latest insignificant fly in a long series to rip him from his domain.

Kyler was taken a bit aback, looking at the demon. He'd seen him before, of course, at one of Zeta Mu's many rituals. It had always been from a distance, though. This was his first one on one, his first chance to deal directly with the Fate Maker. The demon was handsome, a boyish chin and elfin ears, a scruffy mustache and an uneven black goatee. His chest bone and sternum seemed unusually pronounced but otherwise he was fit, firm, and could have made a killing on TikTok. The demon's dark eyebrow, etched with three razor lines, arched.

“For what have I been summoned?" He asked, his voice melodic and quite clearly nonplussed. Kyler forced a nervous smile.

“I come to barter a trade…" Kyler said. The demon lifted a red hand, looking at his black talon like claws before he looked back at the frat brother.

“You bring not your fraternity of brotherhood before me. Is this a personal request?" The demon asked. Kyler looked a little confused as if not sure how to answer.

“The request is mine, but it will affect many?" Kyler said. The demon had to suppress a sigh.

“I, Misanthrop, am the great Fate Maker. All of my bargains affect many." The demon replied, looking at Kyler. This time he actually did sigh, reaching to rest a clawed hand on Kyler's shoulder. To his credit, the human did not recoil. In fact, he almost seemed to lean into the touch. Misanthrop was a little surprised by that. “Let's do you a favor and cut with the formalities. I've given guidance and a helping hand to senators, ambassadors, CEOs. Go ahead and make your request." Misanthrop said. Kyler brightened a bit, flashing an adorably innocent grin.

“I want tomorrow's Halloween party to be legendary, unforgettable, life changing. I want people to always remember it fondly. I want them to have a great time, and to know that we're responsible." Kyler said excitedly.

“We?" Misanthrop asked. Kyler blushed.

“We, Zeta Mu…" He said. Misanthrop grinned a bit more.

“You?" He asked. Kyler blushed even more.

“Well, yeah, if they knew I was responsible they might like me even more." Kyler said. Misanthrop purred a bit at that, reaching up to caress Kyler's cheek.

“And who are you, Kyler?" Misanthrop asked, pulling the name from the boy. Kyler's mouth moved a little, finding it harder to speak for a moment.

“I'm Kyler Sutherland, I'm from North Carolina, I like-"

“Boys… No, men…" Misanthrop considered, “Hardly the first gay member of this fraternity. You'd be surprised how many come to me to ask to indulge in it without getting caught. The hypocrisy is a bitter wine." Misanthrop smirked, “But wishing for others to have a good Halloween party, now that is new… and oddly sweet." Misanthrop considered.

“I am prepared to give you the agreed upon price, one year of my life." Kyler said. Misanthrop made a noise with his throat, circling the frat boy. He reached out, running his fingers through Kyler's longer hair. He did love when they had something to play with. The buzzed hair got old fast.

“Normally when your brotherhood offers me that, it is a year divided amongst all of them. A year of your life for a single party? Why is it so important for you?" Misanthrop asked. Kyler shrugged a little.

“You only live once, right? Everyone's always in a hurry to grow up but they don't realize that these are probably going to be the best years of our life. We don't have to pay mortgages or insurance, what we accomplish isn't getting knocked back down. It's time we can just live. I want everyone to enjoy living in the moment in a way they'll never forget, and if I get credit for that…. All the better." Kyler said with a smile.

Misanthrop moved closer, circling back to Kyler's face. He leaned in so close that their noses almost touched. The demon's breath was hot and dry against Kyler's lips, carrying with it the faint aroma of burnt cinnamon. A forked tongue darted across Misanthrop's lips.

“Kyler Sutherland, do you agree to give me one year of your life in exchange for a life changing Halloween party for… What, the frat?" Misanthrop asked.

“The campus? Is one year enough for that?" Kyler asked hopefully. Misanthrop was simultaneously touched by the gesture and sickened by the naivete.

“Kyler Sutherland, do you agree to give me one year of your life, to do with as I see fit, in exchange for an unforgettable, life changing Halloween party that this campus will never forget? Earning you fame, glory, infamy and pleasure beyond your comprehension?" Misanthrop asked. Kyler's lower jaw trembled a bit to hear it in quite those words. He nodded a bit.

“Y-yes, I do." Kyler said. Misanthrop grinned, grabbed Kyler's hand by the wrist and lifted it up. His arm exposed, Misanthrop leaned forward and ran his forked tongue up along the length of his arm. The flesh sizzled and stung as an intricate, sword like pattern of twisting black sigils appeared for a moment like a fresh tattoo. What would have been the cross guard of the sword turned and twisted into jagged lightning like daggers on either side. Kyler gasped at that and looked back up, but the demon was gone. The flames had gone out and the carving was empty. Kyler stood there, still breathing, trying to process what had just happened. Whatever ended up happening, Kyler knew it was going to be worth it. He huffed again, moving to pull the wooden floor covering back into place, covering up the demonic circle that had been the beating heart of Zeta Mu for over sixty years.

****

Sliver by sliver, the darkness claimed more each day. Night had long since fallen across Beaumont's campus, though the silver moon tried in vain to cast its light. Threads of silver wove their way across the sky, clouds rolling and churning their way from horizon to horizon to blot out the stars. As the canopy of gray settled in, the ghostly vapor of fog began to billow from the fields off of campus, rolling and creeping along the footpaths. The fog brought some humidity but the desiccated leaves still rested in their multicolored mat, softening the foot falls of whatever sleep deprived students roamed this late at night.

At the southern edge of the campus, one of the lamps flickered from orange to a soft sea green color. The light seemed to sparkle and shift inside the glass before the very air itself ripped and tore, a jagged line of light racing across the campus. It shot through the rose garden, between the cafeteria and the library, shooting across the edge of the quad to hit a lamp on the north side of campus beyond the English building. The lamp it struck changed color and another line of light splintered the air, shooting down the other side of the English building, past the campus president's office, striking another lamp on the far side of the gardens.

Line by line and lamp by lamp, a five sided star formed itself across most of the campus. It had not ensnared the oft neglected chapel, nor the off-campus post graduate buildings, but nearly every other building and dormitory was within its perimeter. The lines of light shimmered, crackled and then snapped before they disappeared from view… but not from reality. The display had only been a prelude and the otherworldly energies had only just started to accumulate. Looking out at his handiwork, a young man leaned against the brick walls of the library, the orange lights of the lamps catching in his eyes. As a cool breeze picked up, it ruffled through the jagged black goatee hanging from his chin and the wispy split mustache that hung down on either side of his mouth. The young man smiled wickedly, already imagining what the dawning day would bring.

****

Josh headed down the winding path toward the Athletic center, breathing in the crisp autumn air while his braids caressed his cheeks. He'd gone without his customary ponytail to further the team theme of their Halloween costume, although as he approached the trapezoidal building, he started to wonder how exactly the basketball team had decided to work with the campus Furry association. It was true most colleges had a furry population, but most jocks weren't the best at associating with those that were seen as other. Maybe it was one of the ways that made Beaumont University the best. Maybe they just handled diversity better. Maybe it was just that the basketball team was helpless when it came to needle and thread.

Jogging up the steps to the front of the center, Josh unzipped his red and white sweatshirt to reveal the black tank top beneath. He opened the door and headed through the atrium, passing the desk. He gave a wave to Juan the clerk before opening the door to the basketball court. Light spilled across the warm red wood floor, the bleachers on one side retracted while those on the other were left open. Josh couldn't help but grin a little as he looked up at the spectacle before him. Twelve tall and reasonably fit athletes were mixed equally with a handful of artistic individuals, some of which were wearing fake tails or ears.

Folding tables and chairs had been set up with bins of materials, rows of paints and glues, and piles of various fake fur patches. What truly drew Josh's attention, however, were the Styrofoam heads lined up, each adorned with latex prosthetics. There were enhanced browbones, cheek bones, fake ears, everything that would be needed to turn the basketball team into wolfmen. Josh's breath caught a little in his throat as the team captain turned, his eyes already a bright yellow color. Keaton cracked a grin, showing off upper and lower fangs. He moved over, reaching to rest a clawed hand on Josh's shoulder.

“Bout time you made it, the pack has been waiting for you." Keaton grinned. Josh felt a strange heat flooding his cheeks as he grinned back.

“You look amazing." Josh said. Keaton shrugged.

“We're in the hands of the experts, and it's barely just begun. The transformation awaits. I hope you brought your zen game though, apparently applying the prosthetics takes a while." Keaton said, heading back toward the table.

“Well, good things come to those who wait?" Josh asked no one in particular, shrugging out of his sweatshirt as he moved toward the makeover table.

****

Laudon hall was generally considered to be the quiet dorm on campus. In the seventies and eighties it had been a party dorm, but the tastes of the youth shifted. The residents were still among the highest substance users at Beaumont in every sense of the word, but where stereos had once blasted out of windows before they had been supplanted with Bluetooth headphones and earbuds for a personally curated euphoric experience. Despite that, for some reason, the residents of Laudon had picked up a tradition of running the haunted house somewhere along the way. Maybe it was because the building was older and easier to make spooky, maybe it was because a lot of the students didn't go to that particular dorm. Maybe it was because the residents partook of horror movies as much as they did drugs.

The initial efforts had gone well. The windows had been flocked with white Christmas spray only to have the flocking etched away into ghastly screaming skeletons and creatures of the night. Black cheese cloth had been spread over key areas to filter the light and cast shadows, making it easier to hide things. Those students that had experience with grow lights had put that expertise to create light specifically where they wanted it. None of the perpetually baked residents wanted strobe lights, but gentle pulsating bulbs had been deemed satisfactory. Some had opened their dorm rooms as extensions of what would be that night's haunted house circuit, using cardboard and other crafts ingredients to create facades.

Steever knelt on the old stained brown carpet, trying to slot one of the many fog machines into place. His normal attire, barely passable on a good day, was not particularly suited to him doing physical labor, especially on the ground. His pants had sagged to show the upper crest of his ample ass and his shirt had ridden up along the underslung slope of his belly. Still, it'd be worth it. Steever had been the mastermind that closed off the alcoves so they looked like normal continuations of the walls, making perfect hiding spots for costumed residents to spring out and scare the visitors. He also was the only one with easy access to fog machines.

As Steever straightened up on his knees, huffing a little from the exertion, he reached up to brush his wild mane of black hair back over his shoulders. Accentuating the hair was a small tuft of black hair on his chin, contrasting with the silver glint of earrings in each lobe and one more ring in his upper right eyebrow. He pushed up to his feet, tugging down his shirt before tugging up his pants, the waist of which immediately slumped again. He paid it no mind that time, looking down at his handiwork before he reached for the remote. There was movement down the hall as one of Steever's neighbors came walking up, holding a bowl of peeled grapes in his hands.

“Don't get me wrong, this is going to be epic, but won't the fog like… damage the carpet?" Ricky asked. Ricky was tall and lean, bags under his eyes most of the time, his hair bleached to a sandy blond color in contrast to his tan skin. The blond hair was in a perpetual state of bedhead, though usually hidden under a hoodie.

“You mean the carpet they promised to replace two years ago? The carpet that's got bong water from five presidential administrations ago?" Steever chuckled. Ricky shrugged.

“Fair enough." He smirked, reaching for one of the grapes before hesitating, “Gotta remember these are eyeballs for the party…" He murmured. Steever chuckled at that and clicked the remote. All along the hall, at regular intervals, a wispy plume of fog began to emanate from hidden points. The fog billowed and pooled, swirling. There were laughs and giggles from those that had their doors open, mesmerized by the effect. The faintest sound of computer case fans could be heard at a few points, causing the fog to shift and swirl in a stream like current. Ricky's jaw dropped.

“Am I good or am I good?' Steever asked. Before Ricky could applaud him, however, the nearest fog machine seemed to shift into overdrive. The fog it pumped out came in bigger plumes, almost like an eruption. As the fog pushed out enough to hit Steever and Ricky, they both nearly doubled back in horror at the rancid smell. It was like molten rubber mixed with harsh ammonia.

“Dude, shut it off! What did you put in there?! That's worse than your cheap ass skunk weed!" Ricky complained, his nose wrinkling up in disgust. Steever tried the remote to turn it off. After one, two, then three attempts, he grunted and knelt down in the growing lake of fog, reaching out to try and unplug the machine. The vapor began to shift from white to a sulfuric greenish-yellow, spraying directly into Steever's face, soaking and saturating his big mane of black hair. He reached around and fumbled for the back of the machine, the acrid aroma burning and searing his nostrils and his lungs. It was so awful, so tart, so sharp, so… good…

Steever's movements slowed as he breathed in the noxious scent. The rubber and ammonia was still there, but there was sulfur and garlic and undertones of earthy musk. It smelled natural, primal, animalistic and wonderful. It was so bad it was good, better than anything Steever had ever smelled. He let the vapor pour across his face, his puffy lips curving into a smile. His pale cheeks darkened with soft black stubble that rippled and spread across the flesh, glistening with the humidity of the fog juice. It joined up with the tuft on his chin and arched over his upper lip, but it was far from done. The soft hairs crept up higher and higher on his cheeks, stretching across his nose and circling his eyes. It even crept in from the edges of his hairline.

“Steeve… Steeve, are you okay?!" Ricky asked, not understanding why Steever stopped moving. Was he having some kind of olfactory stroke? He stepped forward to put his hand on Steever's shoulder, though when the fabric seemed to float on a bed of something soft beneath, Ricky yanked his hand back. Steever remained there, kneeling in his baptism of stink, letting his chest rise and fall with lungs full of the cursed spray. His ears popped and snapped as they stretched to points, soon coated in the same black fuzz. His nostrils grew puffy and dark, not gaining the fuzz that covered the bridge but changing texture rapidly.

There were muffled pops and snaps of bone and sinew inside Steever's large body. The hands that had reached out to disconnect the device trembled a little as his fingernails turned gray and then black, stretching into claws that would have made any goth jealous. Black fur sprouted from his knuckles, then the backs of his hand, spreading out fast to dominate his digits. Steever's face began to ache and throb. He cringed and grunted as his mouth began to push forward, his nose twitching and shifting positions as his face elongated into a muzzle.

Steever's large paw came down, claws gripping the dirty carpet. He rose up his haunches, getting off his knees. As always, his pants sagged and his shirt rode up, revealing a belly covered in pale fur that was rapidly losing all pigment and turning a crisp white, while behind him a wedge of strange flesh was wriggling free from the space above his ass cheeks. The skin almost seemed to be unfurling like a rolled up sack, making room for bone and ligament to unspool inside. It flared as wide as Steever's wide hips, coated in that incredibly soft black fur, though a stripe on either side began to bleach and pale until it was off-white.

“Oh my god!" Ricky murmured in shock, wondering if he'd eaten bad shrooms when he was peeling the grapes for the haunted house. This couldn't be happening. His best friend was turning into a skunk! No costume, no prosthetics, he was changing cell by cell and… and his huge black and white striped tail was rising up like a cobra, flared out and ready to strike. Ricky's jaw dropped open a little more just before Steever's scent glands compressed and he unleashed some of his own skunk spray. The foul juice splattered across Ricky, soaking into his shirt. The bowl fell to the floor, rolling awkwardly a few feet down the hall as it sent out a cascade of peeled grapes.

Ricky wobbled a little as his bleached blond hair began to sting at the roots, all pigment draining away from it until it was as off-white as the stripes in Steever's tail. Black fur blossomed along his jawbone, rapidly covering his face. Tufts of white fur began sticking up from the collar of his shirt while his arms grew soft. His eyes seemed to glisten from the sting of the spray, but his tongue began to water as he stood there, slack jawed. The fur quickly conquered his body and as he looked out at Steever's plump, wide, strong body he couldn't help but feel a rapidly forming stiffness in his pants.

Steever moaned, rolling his elongated head side to side, feeling his thick, dark hair falling across shoulders that were popping as they stretched out from his spine. His rib cage grew larger with each breath and the bones of his hips felt like molten steel as they reshaped, expanding to fill the girth Steever had already been carrying. He was truly big boned now, but all Ricky saw was that plump, furry ass and that undulating tail waving before him hypnotically. Ricky licked his lips even as his mouth began to push forward, his nose darkening and getting more rubbery as fur circled his eyes and crossed his forehead.

In one instinctive movement, Ricky lunged forward, plunging his face into Steever's ass. He nuzzled and rubbed his furry cheeks between the much larger cheeks, a pink tongue darting out. He flicked it across the pulsating beads of the anal glands that had extruded their noxious folly, then he circled the quivering black rubbery ring of Steever's ass with his tongue. His face tingled and burned, partially from the rapid transformation but also from the sulfur in the skunk spray. He didn't care. Ricky let his tongue unfurl into Steever, darting in and out, then deeper and deeper. His hands drug into the carpet, his growing claws snagging as he pushed up close, nuzzling under Steever's tail, licking and lapping and tongue fucking him to the best of his ability.

Steever let out a purr, reaching his clawed paw down to tug his useless pants down the rest of the way, revealing his faintly yellowed underwear stretched so tight by a heavy load that they were liable to snap. It was extra impressive given that they had already sagged down past his ass during his transformation, meaning that it was this tight merely as his banana hammock. He tugged it down the rest of the way and a fat, rubbery pink dick slapped against the furry white fur on his belly. He wrapped his large paw around and began to stroke it even as his avocado sized balls swung low and free, churning with mutated seed.

The two went at it with no holds barred, lewd and wild. It didn't take Ricky long to learn from his mentor and he started to jack himself off clumsily and blindly while burying his muzzle in Steever's huge ass. He huffed up the smell, his tongue pulsing and flexing with newfound flexibility as it plunged down the quivering depth of the most handsome skunk he'd ever seen. As if to reward the skinny skunk pup, Steever's huge black and white tail seemed to pat the back of his head, draping down across his narrow shoulders and shapely back like a thick furry cape. Both young men groaned, thrusting their fat cocks into their paws, indulging in the debauchery that seemed as vital and natural as breathing.

Down the hall, more sounds had started to break out from the open rooms. There were moans and groans, panting, growling, and more than a fair share of wet and lewd noises. The initial skunk spray had gotten the ball rolling and Steever's cloud had only added to it, but now the other fog machines along the dorm hallway were starting to put out the same steady, putrid aroma. The fog swirled and clung to the old carpet and stained the lower portion of the walls. The residents began to focus less on the haunted house and more on releasing their pent up animal instincts. Laudon Hall had been known as the dorm to go to if you wanted to get fucked up, but now it seemed they had streamlined to just getting fucked.

****

Josh had always heard stories about how hard prosthetics were to put on and take off, but he had found the process oddly calming. It had helped that he was able to fall asleep on the bus on the way to meets and as such he'd napped a bit as the rubbery material was glued to his face and the seams painted and made up until they were invisible. He didn't wake up until he felt something fitting on over his feet. Joshua's eyes snapped open and he inclined his head, not quite feeling his braids brush over exaggerated cheekbones, but feeling where they should have touched his skin.

The basketball player looked down in wonder. Black fur had been adhered to his brown skin, coming out in patches along his elbows and looking rather thick along the collar of his tank top. His knuckles looked straight out of a horror movie with hairy knuckles, patches along the back of his hands and his fingernails were long translucent ivory talons. Josh grinned, realizing his lips were stretching out over false teeth. Had they done that while he was sleeping? He turned his hand one way and then the other, admiring it, flexing his fingers and watching how the claws played in the light. His grin only grew until he remembered what had woken him up.

Tilting his gaze down further, Josh realized that he'd woken up as their helpers were sliding on… shoes? Boots? Foot… paws? He watched the upper seam slip up into his pant legs, the ankles covered in the same black fur before graduating to dark brownish-black material that looked like calloused animal flesh. He could see the glint of a dewclaw on the back of his left foot and as the contraption was pushed and maneuvered into place, he felt ten little pops as his toes slotted into place inside. The breath caught in Josh's lungs. He tried wiggling his toes and the beastly digits down below wriggled. He rolled his ankle to see puffy brown toe beans at the end of each toe as well as a distinctly canine paw pad beneath.

“This is amazing! I can't believe it!" Josh said, “Can I try it out?" he asked. The two furries below him nodded in their fursuit heads, one a panther and the other a jackal. Josh hopped up to his new feet and gasped, shifting his weight side to side almost like he was in a basketball drill. The foot paws forced him to the balls of his feet, accentuating his natural height. He grinned wider, taking a few steps before skidding to a stop, realizing there was a mirror. His jaw dropped open, the lights of the gym glinting off of his fangs.

Josh looked amazing. The costume was practically Hollywood grade. His lips were puffed out over the false teeth, giving the illusion of a proto-muzzle. His nose looked like a black canine button nose and his brow bone was thick and menacing. Pointed ears stuck out from his braids. Black hair had been glued to his cheeks to form jagged, wild sideburns, but it wasn't just loose hair or fur. It looked like the sort of curly, dense hair his older brother and father had. He had become a wolfman, plain and simple. Not only that, he looked damn good. Josh knew he had to get as many photos and videos as he could. In fact, he might have to get the numbers of the artists that did this. Whatever they had done, it had awoken something in him.

“I can't give you enough credit, I've never seen anything like this! It doesn't even feel like I'm wearing anything… How can I thank you?" Josh asked, turning back to look at his helpers. The two fursuited individuals still stood where they had before, but something… was different. At first, Josh wasn't sure what it was, but as he watched, his eyes widened. The fur on their suits had made it hard to see at first, but the mesh beneath the fur and the layers that made it comfortable to wear were… constricting. They tightened and closed in around their elbows, knees, ankles and thighs. What had been essentially a loose onesie was form fitting itself. Bulges formed in their groins before the fur seemed to separate, defining into a furry sack and a sheath.

Twitches came as their paw shoes constricted and contracted, the barrier between costume and flesh eroding. Their oversized heads shrank a little, the gap between the head piece and the neck becoming invisible. Felt lined eyelids closed, moistened, shifted to flesh and then opened over real living eyes. Their animal ears twitched, their tails flicked, their clawed fingers flexed and they started to run their hands across their bodies. There were more muffled pops and snaps, the details looking less anthropomorphic and looking more realistic by the second.

There were no words Josh could say, let alone think, to come to grips with what he was seeing. He was standing there in abject shock, watching the campus furries become… real? He turned his head to see if anyone else was seeing this only to be hit with another wave of shock. The rest of his basketball team were up on their feet, or rather their foot paws. Decked out as he was, they were hunching over as their basketball uniforms ripped and stretched over expanding shoulders and backs. Their black button noses sniffed, whiskers pushed out of their rubbery cheeks. Yellow contacts sizzled as they became real. Pointed ears twitched. Some grinned with pride and pleasure at the power of their bodies as the claws sunk into their fingers and became part of them. Jacen and Keith grabbed each other roughly, pulling each other in for muzzled kisses where inexplicably long tongues began to serpentine their way in and out of each other's mouth.

“Oh my god…" Josh whispered before he suddenly gasped, arching his back sharply. Every hair that had been glued to his chest suddenly plunged into his skin, new follicles growing and anchoring as his chest became a dense patch of black. The same prickling heat blossomed across his face. He could feel his thick sideburns, he could feel his braids brushing against exaggerated cheekbones. The unibrow they had given him began to sink into his actual forehead, bush and unkempt. While Josh hadn't gotten to the part of putting in contacts, the rich dark brown of his irises rusted and shifted to orange and then yellow.

The sounds of his teammates became all too loud in his ears as the pointed lobes became one with his actual ears, reshaping the cartilage. He could hear every pant and gasp and moan, every wet suckling slurp and even the gurgles of their stomachs and their groins. Josh started panting for breath before his tongue began to slip out… and out… and out… It was long, slippery, capable of being as thick as a cock or as wide as a palm. It hung down to his chin as he let his hairy chest rise and fall with the first breaths of his new existence.

A clawed hand began to comb down his chest, claws finding the straps of his tank top. He plucked at one of the straps and the claws cut through it easily, letting the tank top crumple and slide down. He lifted his muscled arms, grabbing and pulling, tearing the fabric from his body, letting the torn scraps fall to the floor. Black fur had erupted from his pits, growing thick and long and unruly. A trail of dense black fur was rising up from his waistband, circling his navel. Josh took a step on his paws, feeling the beautiful weight of his predator's body pressing down on his paw pads, his claws tracing on the basketball court. He sniffed through that black rubbery nose, smelling the potent masculinity all around him. He watched his teammates being fucked by the panther, the jackal and a particularly muscled owl dude… but one nagging thought bubbled to the surface.

“Robby…" Josh whispered, licking his upper lip as it split and rounded into canine crescents, whiskers pushing out from the flesh of his cheeks before they hit his thick sideburns. As hot as this was, and as amazing as it would be to be part of the pack, Josh felt the connection to his friend more strongly. Josh had to share his amazing body with his friend, to revel in the pleasures and the passions, to ensure this was the most amazing Halloween anyone had ever experienced.

****

Zeta Mu had been known for some of the best parties, but Kyler felt almost certain that this one was going to go down in history. Some sort of clerical error had resulted in twice the number of kegs being delivered without anyone having to pay extra. There had not been a single song played that didn't elicit a shout of celebration from at least five of the frat bros. It even turned out that one of the new pledges had a family that worked in catering and had gifted them a spread worthy of a banquet.

“Kyler! Hot party, brah!" One of the frat bros said as Kyler came down the stairs, clapping him on his freshly painted crimson bicep. Every member of Zeta Mu had put on their body paint, wearing only shorts or togas. A party pack of red plastic horns had been obtained and most wore them, though some had opted to spend a little more for higher end horns. Most opted out of the tails, though a spade tipped tail hung from Kyler's belt. Most were barefoot, though some had fashioned hooves out of old shoes and left over scraps. It was a group costume that worked on many levels, and it was a testament to what had granted them such fortune.

“Amazing party." A voice said from behind Kyler's left shoulder.

“Yeah, right?!" Kyler asked, turning to come face to face with Misanthrop. The demon now wore a white toga with a belt of plastic skulls, though a spade tipped tail wove back and forth behind him with hypnotic realism. Kyler's jaw dropped open as he stared. Misanthrop merely chuckled, the shape accentuating his pointed, goatee tipped chin.

“How are you here and not in the basement?!" Kyler asked. Misanthrtop clucked a little.

“I can't exactly spend a year with you and have to stay in the basement the whole time. I'm your plus one! Your boyfriend. You are mine for one year…" Misanthrop said. Kyler inhaled sharply at that.

“Bu… But…" Kyler started to speak but then he hesitated, a quirk coming to his cheeks before he grinned a little. “Wait, so rather than being tortured in hell, or dying a year early, I just… get to hang out with you? That… that's an amazing bargain…" Kyler said. Misanthrop nodded, reaching out to caress Kyler's red cheek with sinewy taloned fingers.

“See, some frat boys are pretty smart. Besides, I promised you a party that no one would ever forget… and no one parties like demons." Misantrhop said, lifting his hand and snapping. A wave of gasps shuddered across the frat as each and every one of them dressed like a demon felt the red body paint seep into their skin, replacing their own pigmentation. Then, two by two, real horns began to erupt from their foreheads, sending the cheap plastic things tumbling to the ground. Some were ivory, some were bone, some were pitch black. Those that had purchased the more intricate accessories felt ribbed, ridged, ostentatious horns pushing and pressing and extruding out of their skulls.

Kyler watched in a mix of pleasure and awe as his frat brothers were disfigured and sullied by infernal powers. Their boyish good looks shifted as their chins became unusually pointed, their ears as well. Canine teeth stretched and nostrils flared. Their irises sizzled and turned to a fiery, molten orange. The sea of half-dressed demons began to press and bump and grind against one another, muscled arms reaching out to pull each other closer. As chests brushed, nipples came away pierced. As arms grappled and rubbed, their flesh came away emblazoned with dark runes and sigils, marks of demonic power and black magic.

What had been a fraternity party was becoming a party of the damned. Lips parted and forked tongues found their partners in the mouths of one another. The demons fell in on one another to kiss and grope and hump. Togas were torn loose, shorts were shed. Erections were springing up all over, each one as pointed as the horns, chins and tongues as those that sported them. Kyler felt his mouth watering a bit even as his own tongue flattened, thinned, tingled and then split, taking on a serpentine fork. His lips adjusted around his lengthening canines and the room around him became far more rich with color as his irises turned orange.

“Ow!" Kyler gasped as the tail that had been attached to his belt suddenly plunged into his tailbone, reforming and reshaping the bones until it was one contiguous appendage. The frat boy then winced as his nipples puffed out, making room for the hot metal to leak and scribble from them, running down in soupy strings before hardening into barbells. Another bit of metal began to leak around one of his fingers, forming a black onyx band. Kyler lifted his hand as his fingernails stretched into claws, looking at the ring. He looked over at Misanthrop, grinning a little.

“I thought you said boyfriends, this looks like quite the commitment." he said. Misanthrop shrugged.

“Subtlety isn't something I'm great at. I want the world to know you are mine. They can draw whatever conclusions they want from there." Misanthrop said, reaching a hand down into Kyler's pants. Kyler gasped as he felt another man's clawed hand groping and fondling him, feeling his cock ooze and stretch and extrude out from his groin, growing longer and longer with seemingly no constraint. Misantrhop leaned in, licking Kyler's pointed ear, “I'm also a size queen." he whispered. Kyler's orange eyes rolled into the back of his head as his shorts burst, the button popping off and the zipper groaning loose as his massive pointed dick was fished out by his new boyfriend. In moments Misantrhop had dropped to his knees.

Kyler screamed out in pleasure as his sensitive, thick dick was whipped by a forked tongue that not only whipped out of Misanthrop's mouth but it coiled around his dick like a snake, squeezing and massaging and milking him. It worked Kyler's dick from base to tip as Misanthro began sliding his hot lips over the pointed tip, making soft popping noises every time he found a ridge or medial ring along his boyfriend's member. Misanthrop began to bob his head forward and back, sucking and slurping, loving the brainless noises Kyler made as his head lolled back. The black horns pushing out of his forehead stuck straight out forward before taking on nearly a ninety degree turn straight up. The black horns continued to stretch higher and higher, thickening at the base, rising taller than the horns of anyone else at the party. Drool ran down the corner of Kyler's red lips, dribbling from his pointed chin. He couldn't help himself. If this was the year he gave to Misanthrop, he stood firmly behind his bargain - as firm as his new demon dick.

****

Robby felt like a bit of an idiot as he frantically moved around his dorm room, trying to get ready. He'd made such a big deal about being able to get an early start on Halloween because he crammed all his classes into the rest of the days, but what had he done? He'd slept half the day away. Now he could hear the rest of the campus having a great time without him. In fact, it sounded like his neighbors on both sides were really going at it, but then again Halloween was the sluttiest holiday. That was what made it great after all.

Glancing at his watch, Robby knew that he couldn't keep Josh waiting for him forever. He took a breath, buckled down and worked on finishing the last few pieces of his costume. Biting his bottom lip, Robby focused, ensuring that the hot glue wasn't bonding too many of the layers. Holding everything in place as the glue cooled, he slowly leaned back up and looked down at his handiwork. Spread out before him was a pair of wings made of various transparent and translucent fabrics, ranging from pink to purple to green and pale blue. Robby's hair had been done up in an icy blue as well and he'd done his best to put on rubber elf ears.

Standing up, Robby reached over to the bed to pull on his aurora colored vest made of the same translucent fabrics in torn strips and pulled it on, using his bed as a counterbalance as he pulled on some shorts covered with ragged scraps of the fabric as well. Robby had considered going barefoot but given the dropping temperatures he'd gone for earth tone sandals. All that was left was the wings. He scooped them up, tested that the glue had set enough and pulled them on over his shoulders. Shrugging into the straps, he felt the caress of the wings press against his spine - something that made no sense given that he was wearing a vest, but the wings pressed in, feeling hot and soft and comforting and…

A gasp escaped from Robby's lips as the pink flesh turned pale blue. Freckles began to appear across his cheeks, but rather than pale brown they emerged as constellations of silver. The seam on his elf ears disappeared and the material shifted, turning from rubber to skin. The sound of fall leaves came from his wings as little bits of glue fell off, leaving the material looking far more realistic as the wings began to contract and expand behind him. Robby wobbled there, his balance uncertain. His skin felt crisp and cool, almost like he had been doused in mint extract. His naturally good looks were accentuated as his face softened slightly, the blue pigment in his shaggy hair sinking into each strand and working its way back into his scalp.

Robby's entire body was tingling with a cool electricity. His nipples hardened, his cock stiffened, his ass cheeks seemed to clench and unclench involuntarily. He went to sit back but he'd misjudged his aim on the bed and merely slipped against it. Rather than falling to the floor, however, his wings flapped and he ended up in a declining position suspended in mid air with nothing keeping him upright. He waggled his legs and managed to flip and turn, almost as if he was clumsily flailing in a pool. Grabbing onto the frame of his bed, Robby spun himself around, then right side up, gently putting his feet down.

“What in the world?" Robby whispered, looking down at his fair body, realizing only then that his fingernails were a pale seafoam green color that matched his outfit. In fact, even his nipples were pale blue instead of pink… And his leg hair was gone, though the silver sparkle freckles now coated them. Robby had wanted to dress up as a fairy, but things had gone very much to the extreme. He was so fixated on his body that he hadn't noticed a shadow falling across the crack of his dorm room door, but when claws began to scratch against the wood, he jumped - and floated - in surprise. Yelping, Robby touched down, moved to the door and opened it.

Standing on the other side, panting with his incredibly long tongue hanging out of his mouth, was Josh. His braids had grown longer, his sideburns thicker. His red and white sweatshirt hung over furry shoulders, but there was no tank top. His furry black chest was on display, as was his thick sheath and low hanging black furry balls. A thick tail wagged behind him and his legs seemed inhuman in the way they bent and flexed, all coming down to large canine paws. Robby's jaw was hanging open as he looked his friend down and up, coming back to his wolfman face with his dark nose, whiskers, and yellow eyes.

“You look amazing…" Robby whispered. Many words had occurred to him, but those were the ones that had won out. Josh grinned and moved forward, grabbing Robby. He buried his face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath before lapping at the skin messily. A clawed hand slid up under the gauzy vest, massaging Robby's chest as Josh stepped forward, bringing his sheath and balls to rest against Robby's groin before he started to gyrate gently.

“You smell amazing." Josh replied, humping against him harder and harder. Robby let out a moan at that, looking down to see the pointed red tip of a very canine cock starting to slip out of the sheath.

“What's happening to us?" Robby asked. Josh growled a little, moving to kiss Robby's throat and then the other side of his neck.

“I don't know, but it's happening all across the campus. Everyone's becoming their costume." Josh moaned, reaching to grope and fondle Robby. Robby blushed, though his cheeks turned purple instead of red.

“Is puppy happy to see me?" Robby asked. Josh growled at that.

“Shut up…" He murmured, kissing Roby's chin.

“Whose a good boy? Who is?!" Robby asked. Josh growled more, though his black tail started wagging.

“I told you to fucking shut up…" Josh said, groaning as more of his hot cock slipped out of his sheath, spreading tendrils of clear slime across Robby's belly, “I'm so fuckling horny for you Robby, I need you…" Josh said, sniffing with his black rubbery nose.

“I'm right here…" Robby whispered. Josh let out a small grunt of delight at that, grabbing onto Robby's vest. He yanked it from him, the fabric fluttering to the floor like a flower petal caught on the breeze. The basketball player went for Robby's shorts next, tearing them open and yanking them down to the floor. Robby yelped with surprise as Josh grabbed him by the waist, lifted him up and deposited him on the bed before spreading his legs wide.

Robby leaned back instinctively, grabbing one of his pillows for support. It almost felt like some sort of exam chair with his legs splayed wide and his ass on display. Josh licked his lips all along the length of his muzzle, his long tongue hanging out as he examined his prize. Even Robby's ass had changed, the pucker of flesh nestled between his cheeks a pale bluish green, the skin flecked with sparkles like some sort of exclusive crayon color. As Josh looked at it, it seemed to contract and relax, glistening with a faint sheen of some sort of lubricant. Even if it hadn't been so ready for him, Josh's dog dick was more than ready for the challenge.

He pressed forward, the hot head pressing through that seafoam colored ring. Robby gasped, eyes going wide. Josh's mocha colored hands slipped up appreciatively along Robby's stomach and chest before one came back down, coiling around his manhood. Josh began to jerk Robby off as he thrust in and out, sliding back and forth, building up momentum. Robby braced his hands behind him for support, panting wider, feeling the wolfman take more and more of his ass. Josh grinned wide, showing off his canid fangs, his braids swinging forward and back as he fucked his friend faster and faster. It only took a few moments for him to reach full speed, the bed starting to shake with the rhythm of their impacts.

“Oh yes, yes!" Robby groaned, bucking and bouncing on the mattress of his raised bed. He'd never been so glad to have lofted it, otherwise he wouldn't have been at the right height. He gasped suddenly as Josh hit something inside him, then again, then again. Robby threw his head back, his hair seeming to blow in a breeze that wasn't there. Josh gasped in turn as his dick began to tingle and throb like it had been dipped in peppermint. The sensation was highly stimulating and Josh felt his cock surge in length and thickness, unspooling from his groin, bloating fatter and wider. Robby's moans intensified as he was stretched fuller. Josh began to drool, feeling so manly and beastly at the same time, thinking entirely with his cock and entirely without his brain. He leaned forward over Robby and his long canid tongue slurped out, plunging into the fairy's mouth.

Wet, sloppy sounds came from Josh's cock plunging into Robby's ass but also with their strange make out. Robby's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt Josh's sloppy, serpentine tongue undulating and plunging into his mouth wriggling around and then sliding back.

Every point of contact was a source of pleasure for Robby. His mouth was full, his ass was full and his cock was in good hands… or rather paw. He felt the leathery paw pads, the outline of fur, even the underside of Josh's wicked claws. They worked his meat, feeling its length, coaxing and cajoling it to such intense pleasure. Robby felt so grateful, so delighted, so amazed by it all that he couldn't put into words how thankful he was… but his body could express his thanks. All around his tingling dick, Josh felt the passage start to undulate and compress, milking his cock and pulling it deeper. Josh growled and moaned, panting, swinging his tail, grunting. The stimulation was nearly overwhelming.

It had been something to feel his dick become rock hard and then stay that way, never softening, staying at the ready and only shielded by his sheath when not in use… but once again he felt a stiffening. It started at the base of his cock, building outward. Flesh inflated and firmed, like an erection on his erection, but the shape resembled that of two half spheres on either side of his cock. The bulge widened, making it harder and harder to pull out of Robby until, at last, the fairy seemed to be stuck on his dick. Every thrust just moved the other man's hips forward and back.

Josh broke the kiss, leaning in to lick and then nibble on Robby's neck. He changed his tactic, grinding and gyrating more now that he had knotted inside his friend. Looking at Robby in the throes of such lust, Josh couldn't help himself. His huge, furry balls seemed to tighten up. His big dog dick began to pulse and twitch, and then thick jets of potent wolfman jizz began to spurt into Robby's ass. Josh drooled more, feeling how potent and virile and thick and rancid it was. He was an animal, a fertile fucker and he was filling his bro with his cum. He grinned, his sideburns ruffling up more, his pointed ears standing taller.

Robby moaned lewdly and in desperation, feeling that hot cream filling his belly in reverse. He looked at Josh, seeming so proud, so content, so manly. Robby was touched, thankful, grateful. He knew how wonderful Josh was. Robby reached out, tracing his fingers through Josh's thick sideburns. As he did, the fairy imparted more magic. Josh's moans and groans began to climb in pitch as his dick started growing again inside of Robby. While the wolfman was firmly knotted and tied inside of his partner, the pointed head stretched and curved, plumbing deeper into the fairy's ass. As it grew, it made room for another portion at the base to begin swelling.

Josh's eyes flashed a brighter gold, his fangs growing larger in his mouth, distending the muzzle further. He panted and huffed, growling in low bass tones as a second knot formed, this one almost larger than the first. As he was sealed in extra tight, his already productive balls began to ache and burn, pulsating with power and prominence and when the sensation became almost too much to bare, his balls seemed to double as if splitting by osmosis. His already immense sack was made even larger, the black fur covered sack now holding four immense balls.

“Now you'll never be able to stop breeding me you horny fucker…" Robby moaned. Josh only panted and growled in response, watching Robby's belly slowly start to distend with his potent wolf jizz. Josh's virility was a drug that coursed through his veins, saturating his brain and pumping hormones and pheromones through every cell in his body. His toe claws dug into the dorm room carpet, his hands firmly gripping his partner. Robby bounced forward and back, a rag doll attached to the wolfman's dick. His body was ephemeral, a fairy that defied the normal laws of physics and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Robby had known college would change him, that he'd break out of his old shell and find a new self. He'd never expected that self to be a fairy, but he supposed he should have known once he realized he was gay. Still, having a double knotted wolfman basketball player as a boyfriend was most certainly a welcome surprise. Some small kernel of the rational part of his brain knew that something strange had happened, that there might be some twisted consequences to the campus being transformed, but at the moment he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, it could stay Halloween forever. If this was intended as some sort of wicked trick to be played on them all, he would most certainly enjoy it as a treat instead.