So, despite the rumors, I am not dead, but I can't exactly fault anyone for believing I was. I've been dealing with real life issues so posting has had to take a backseat, while work moves to the forefront. A year ago or so, SVAD and I developed an idea to do a sexy horror story that could be erotic just as much as terrifying. The story hit a full stop, but it deserves an ending, so today of all days, I thought I should post that ending. It's not what I had originally planned, but it is an ending. I really hope you enjoy.


"Zzzz.. zzz… CAT!"

"Huh?" the redhead squeaked, rubbing the bottom of her head. It was a dull ache, not unlike how she felt after a sudden fainting spell. A quick look around, she found very little to see, since it was so dark. The room smelled old. Dusty. Seemed like it hadn't been visited in a while. So where did the voice come from? "Hello?"

Cat felt along the floor, then up the wall behind her, trying to remember how in the world she ended up in this position.

They had gotten to the house, and it was empty. Freddie and Jade were doing their usual happy couple thing, Tori right next to them, waiting for one of them to move so she could attach herself to the other, and Sam was being awful as per usual. She said the bad word and it made her sad.

She was headed to the bathroom, when she saw a gorgeous porcelain doll. The redhead reached out to touch it, but just before her fingers reached it, she heard a buzzing sound and what sounded like her name almost. Just like when she woke up here.

Her hand ran over a raised piece, and soon, felt a light switch. A quick flick, and Cat suddenly felt a strong push from behind. The lights remained off, but now a faint light was coming from behind her as she wall shifted around.

"A secret passage…" she said, sounding super scared and still as curious as her namesake. "Did I… fall into it… and bump my head?"

Her voice just bounced off the walls, and pure silence greeted her back. She couldn't hear any other voices, but with every step, there was a slight creak that sounded like a pained moan.

It took a few seconds since she wasn't familiar with the layout, but after a couple steps, she realized something more than a little disturbing- this wasn't the same hallway she went down. The wood was the same and the color was right, but the doors were wrong. And it was longer. There were three doors on the left, and two on the right when she came by. She was sure of it. But now there were two extra rooms on each side.

"Hello?!" she called out again, praying for any kind of response this time. Quiet was just not ok, especially as her slow steps created the only noises she could hear. "Anyone?! Jade? Freddie? Sam?!"

The young woman creeped down the hallway, trying to listen, and pay close attention to whatever stood out. It was maddening, making her question whether or not she remembered this hallway correctly. But no, the first two rooms she passed, she remembered going by before she fell down, a room with a picture of a sailboat and the one with the big vanity set. She stepped toward the second familiar room, enthralled by the gorgeous painting, but the hair just began to stand on the back of her neck. Something was wrong.

"Ckkk...CAAATTT…ZZzzz…"

"Who's there?!" she cried out, stepping back from the room and back into the hallway. "I don't like this!"

The sweet young woman continued moving around the hallway, careful not to get too close to any one thing as she could just feel… something… radiating from every corner. The doors of the strange additional rooms were cracked open, and Cat just couldn't help but check them to see if there was any sign of anything or anyone.

The first room was a bit strange as it seemed to defy the usual aesthetic of the house thus far. It wasn't old fashioned at all. The walls were blue, and there was a television, a computer, as well as several posters of movies that Cat had never heard of and a few she had. It was extremely neat, and smelled like it had been lived in, but there was something about it that looked unfinished like it wasn't quite done being built. There was a bedframe, but no bed.

The second room was very similar in the way that it wasn't quite done, but this room was most definitely lived in. There were clothes all over the room and wallpaper seemed to be peeling. Food that was half eaten and empty bottles lined the walls. If she didn't know any better, Cat would have sworn that this was Sam's room. This room had a mattress on the floor, but it was just a mattress and no sheets or frame.

"I'm really getting scared now…" she whispered to herself as she backed out and headed to the third room, and when she opened the door, her heart sank.

It looked the least finished of all, with a spot for a bed, but there wasn't one. But the room was unmistakable. She'd slept in it a few times for sleepovers, and there was no doubt in her mind that this was Tori's room. Like pulled straight out of her house, and then pushed inside of this one. She took a step in, but that all too familiar feeling kicked in. and she realized the carpet was wet a second later. She immediately withdrew her foot, seeing it was tinted red now, and stumbled backwards into the doorway of the last room.

Everything made sense now.

The last of the new rooms was one she knew better than anything. It was a room that was burned into her mind. The room where she made love for the first time with her best friend. Dark and gloomy. Animal specimens lined the cabinets along with dozens of other oddities. The closet was full and it even had the door to the bathroom Jade's room had. This was Jade's room down to the last detail. In the corner, there was her chair, and her bed was exactly where it belonged, fully furnished. There wasn't a single thing about the room that seemed out of place.

"Ohmygod…" the sweet redhead muttered as she slowly stepped back from the horrifyingly real room, crying out for anyone that might hear her. "What's happening?!"

"Zzzzccckkkkk… Cat…zzzcccc… Babygirl… kkkkkkkzzzz… you there?"

The voice… she knew that voice. That tone. It was Andre. What was he doing here? And where was that coming from.

"I hear you! Where are you?"

"I'm...cckkckkkc… and the…zzzzzkkk… but whatever you do, don't… stay cckkkzzz rooms… ok?"

"I don't understand…" she pleaded, looking all around the hallway and in each of the rooms. She raced down the hallway, trying to find the source, but realized, it was coming from every room almost. Slowly, she opened the door and slid into a room that she hadn't seen before, too fearful of what was waiting in the not-Jade, Tori, Sam, or Freddie rooms. It looked like a kid's room, but there was a big old fashioned television set, which the redhead considered touching, but there was a spark just before her fingers met it. The television flickered for a second, but then his outline appeared, surrounded by tons of static. "I see you, I think… why are you in the tv?"

"What? I'm not…cckkckk or maybe… I am… I don't… ckckckkk… know anymore…"

"Don't know what? Where is everyone?" she whispered, looking around the room for anything that could be dangerous, so she simply stood still. "I'm really scared."

"You need…cckkkzzzz… know… cchcchchhhhh… weakness… Can't do… kkkkkzzzzzcchh… don't want…"

"I don't understand!" the panicked sweet girl cried out, on the verge of jumping up and down like a child with a tantrum. "I'm all alone and I… I'm just so scared…"

"I know… ckckckkkk… but… you have to… zzzzzzkkk… strong. I… I think… chchhh… I'm dea-"

The tv sparked off just like it came on, and Cat nearly flew backwards in fright from the loud popping noise. The feeling was back. The indescribable pins and needles, someone's watching you, dull ache that went from the end of her spine straight up to the base of her skull.

"Andre?!" she called out, feeling completely alone once more.

"CATTT… CHCCKKC… I'M DOWNSTAIRS…KKKKZZZZ… HURRRCKCCKCKKRRRRRY…"

The sound was coming from the main room, but she couldn't recall a television being down there when they'd all settled in and dropped their luggage. It didn't matter. Andre seemed like he was trying to help her, and he was the one thing that didn't make her feel all goosebump-y.

She raced down to the end of the hallways and moved on toward the bottom floor, unsure of what to even begin to expect anymore. Just as she reached the last step, she had to pause, seeing the whole room had shifted. It wasn't an unfamiliar room, the foyer, as she had seen this room when they entered, but the stairs weren't supposed to connect to this spot. Maybe with the extra rooms, things had shifted, she wasn't sure and she didn't want to think too much on it.

On the other side of the foyer she saw the television. A large flat screen that seemed to be snowy with static. Cat moved closer, and she could see things in the snow but she had no idea exactly what to make of them or if they were tricks from her eyes. A couple more steps closer, and she reached out to touch the screen, when Andre showed up surprisingly clear, once again knocking the young woman to her knees.

"Cat…" he said weakly, and as her eyes adjusted, she saw that he was weak. He looked gaunt. Tired. Barely alive. But he was existing within the static, no background other than the snow. His voice seemed distant as well, like he was calling from the bottom of a well. "You need… to get to the basement… Everyone… We can't… We're all… Only one left…"

"I don't understand…" Cat pleaded. "Please… tell me… who is left?"

"Yooooouuuuu…" his voice seemed to echo and continue, even after his mouth stopped. "All of us… me… Beck… Trina… Robbie… Mark… so many more… And more are coming… Jade… Freddie… Sam… even Tori…"

"What happened to you?!" she started crying. "What's going on right now?!"

"Too late for us… Gas down in basement… You need to… burn."

"I need to burn?!"

"The house…" his voice seemed waiver as if he suddenly saw something in the distance. And in an instant, his eyes went wide, and he shouted out. "GO! NOW! GET OUT OF HERE!"

And the screen went blank. The tv wasn't off this time. Just completely black with that subtle hum to remind you it was on, and without a source.

Cat scrambled to her feet, looking all around for anything and everything she could to do exactly what he suggested, afraid to go down to the basement. There had to be matches or something to get it started. She started tossing through cabinets, drawers, and even under couch cushions. Which is where she found the doll.

Her hands touched it before she even realized what she had done, and the moment she did, she could just feel some sort of dread. It was a little patchwork doll. Seemingly made from a few blankets, clothes, etc. with little button eyes and raggedy yellow yarn hair. It wasn't threatening and not at all like that super scary killer doll from the movie Jade had shown her a while back. She brought it closer to her face to study the doll, but suddenly, she heard the crackle from the television and dropped the toy back onto the couch.

The color seemed like it was drained from her skin as she looked to the television set and saw that it was showing some kind of surveillance or security camera footage, blocked into four squares. But it was less that there were recordings of events and more that the recordings were of her friends… doing things. The breath seemed trapped at the bottom of her stomach and she couldn't even process the images. All four of them… just like Andre said… trapped in various rooms of the house being… sexually feasted on was the closest her mind could describe what was witnessing.

In the top corner, her eyes turned to the room that Sam was trapped in and was stunned silent. Her hands rushed to her face to silence her scream. As if the device just knew, the image blew up to the whole screen, and it made it so much worse.

Sam was on her knees on a large bed, slightly leaning forward with her hands pulled back and raised above her head on either side of her shoulders by these… red… things… electric crimson tentacles wrapped around her wrists arching her back to poke out her chest. She was stark naked with her wig gone and her blonde hair a wild mess. She could see her black lipstick smeared and her mascara running down her cheeks as if she had been crying, or more likely, gone overboard with a blowjob—something that wasn't exactly a rare occurrence when Freddie was around—and her usual pale body, now bright pink, flushed in places and light film of sweat and some translucent green shine covering her whole body- face, back, ass and bouncing breasts from being rocketed back and forth from being pounded from behind by of all people… herself.

It wasn't her, of course, Cat had to tell herself, but it looked just like her. The doppelganger wore the same outfit Cat had worn to the house with just the sleeves pulled down to her upper arms for her front to be pulled down to expose her perky chest and she couldn't see the lower half of the fake-Cat, but the proportions felt wrong. She was holding Sam's hips and aggressively rutting into her, but Cat couldn't make out which hole she was taking the blonde.

"No more…" The blonde weakly shook her head, sounding truly frail, tussling her messy blonde locks and huffing for breath, "Please Cat… I can't… I can't cum again… I can't take… can't take anymore… I'm so… tired… please… please let me rest… my… pussy… my ass… too… full…"

"Oh there's plenty more room…" The image of the doppelganger red-velvet haired teen wickedly smiled, continuing her steady pounding against the blonde's rear. "I promised myself I was going to have… some real fun… with your ass… so… I'm having… my fun… besides… I can't stop until I fill every hole to the absolute limit…"

"No…" Sam managed, shaking a bit, clearly trying to escape from her bindings, but it was no use. "I won't… I can't…"

The real Cat's eyes went wide as she watched another one of those red things fly from the fake Cat's abdomen, slithering around like a snake until it shoved itself into her mouth, silencing any further noises.

"Your tummy's not even fat with all I have to give you yet…" the evil redhead exclaimed, digging her nails into the blonde's back. "Triple penetration… airtight, some call it… I'm going to spray that tight cunt of yours, then I'm going to fill your ass up again with my spunk… and it will be a lot… and then I'm going to cum right down your throat…"

"MMMPHPHHMHMMM!" Sam screamed, her eyes wide in terror and Cat couldn't help but shiver in absolute terror.

"And if you choke, or try and spit, or lose control and its seeping out of your nose… if even a drop of it escapes… I'm going to add an extra little arm to every hole… and you'll truly understand what it means to be air tight…" She let go of the right hip and reached around to palm over the right bouncing flesh, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Have you ever blown up a balloon too much, Sam? Don't worry about answering since I know I have your mouth full… but just imagine that… putting all that air or water into a balloon… and when there's nowhere for the additional air to go, it pops, and goes everywhere… Real shame… So don't fight me… I don't want to clean you off the walls…"

Sam's eyes fluttered, her head dropping back and her mewing out from deep within her chest. She looked like she was beyond her limit to take anymore pleasure, but the entity behind her steadily pumping into her didn't seem to care as the pace wasn't slowed, nor force lessened. She pushed out her chest and bowed her back as her muscles began tensing in preparation for another body wrecking release. "MMMRRPPHHMM…"

"What's that?" Faux Cat taunted with a sneering grin, the tentacle in Sam's mouth withdrawing, revealing just how much of it was actually down her throat causing the redhead voyeur to gasp. "The way everything's getting so tight… I swear… I think you might be cumming too… Is that true, Sammy? Are you about to squeeze me tight because you like being my fuckdoll cum dumpster?"

"Ughhhhhuuuhhhh…" As the last of the eight inches were pulled from her lips, she gasped for breath. The blonde attempted to stem the tide with pleading, "Ffffuuuccckkk… please… too… much… can't… take any… more… gonna… cum… please… Cat… I don't… wanna… cum… againnn… ooohhhh ffffuucckkk…"

Her body shuddered hard and whimpered out, her voice long gone horse from the cries of pleasure ripped from her body. As her body spasmed with the release, her arms yanked back harder against the vines wrapped around her wrists and forearm, but any chance of getting free was a useless gesture as they were too tightly wound and strong. Her torment was increased when Cat reached up and grabbed the blonde hair and jerked it back, causing Sam to scream. The open mouth was exactly the invite needed for her oral appendage, and it shot down the hoarse throat once more.

"Yes, you dirty fucking bitch! Cum for me! Soak me in your fucking release Cum for me again! Let me feel your release… your life!" the demonic redhead cried as she felt the blonde's bowel muscles clamped around her buried deep appendage while the vaginal muscles squeezed the life out of the thicker intrusion. She gripped Sam's hips tight, pulling her flushed with her pelvis and threw back her head then cried out, "FUCK!"

The faux Cat rutted against her bottom a few times filling the blonde with some substance and causing the helpless teen's taut abdomen seem to slightly swell with the amount being pumped into her.

"I have to fill you up real good… get your body to absorb… all my goodness… in everyone… of your cells… makes it… fuck… easier for your… body to… give up… everything… to us…"

"Uuugggaaahhhhhhmhmmmm…" Sam whimpered from the fullness she felt, rolling her head to the side, and the powerless watcher could do little more than stare when a thick droplet slid from the side of her mouth.

The demonic redhead shivered a few times and snarling with her own satisfaction in the powerful release before she fell forward, resting her face on Sam's right shoulder blade and heaving for breath.

"Well, that was fun… it's true what they say, 'the tenth fuck session in a night is the most satisfying…'" She took several more moments to recover then lifted her face off the sweaty and exhausted body, licked her lips and huffed out a few more breaths. The evil entity moved her hands off Sam's hips and reached around to palm over her breasts, giving them a playful squeeze before her hips starting picking up her pace again of popping her pelvis against Sam's rear to continue her drilling. "I was really hoping that we wouldn't have to make 11 so aggressive… but I did warn you about spilling any…"

Sam whimpered out in defeat, rolling her head back and forth as she was becoming completely delirious. Static began to show up a little as the scene faded and the volume was gone, but she could still see the horror in Sam's eyes as two more, thick, vine/tentacle things shot from beneath the doppelganger and the real redhead couldn't bear that she knew where they were going as the image began to fade.

"No…" Cat muttered, feeling like the weight of the world had just fallen on her, and fearing what she would see next. But she couldn't make herself move, even as another one of the divided windows began to brighten, revealing its captive. "Not another one… Not her too…"

The image was completely clear just like Sam's, revealing the main living room and Tori, bare, other than her white knee highs and shoes, her tanned skin covered with a fine film of the same translucent green substance, but there were also a couple red marks signaling she'd been hurt. She was kneeling on the floor with her tight mocha colored ass sticking up for who appeared to be Freddie, or something like Freddie, standing a good two feet taller and had patches of brown fur over his powerfully muscular body, gripping her hips and steadily rutting against her like a dog in heat, fast and hard, and unrelenting.

The hot Latina whimpered and looked limp like a ragdoll, simple shuddering from his powerful impacts against her jiggling rear, only begin held up from planting her face against the floor by Jade, but she wasn't entire sure as she looked extremely pale, gripping her by the hair and sitting, with her legs spread wide. The bare originally witch dressed beauty held the tight bodied teen's shoulders with the other hand while she massaged Tori's left breast, which seemed a bit swollen, and mouthed over the other one, obscenely slurping over the flesh.

Cat noticed as she watched, that blood was dripping down from the side of Tori's neck and collarbone and onto Jade's left breast. The darker haired teen would occasionally balance Tori with just one hand in her hair while letting her left hand to smear the dripping crimson liquid on her hardened chocolate peak then move her hand down to between her own legs to rapidly brush her fingers over her center.

"Feed."

The moment Jade spoke, she shoved Tori's head down into her sex and the Latina feasted on the sex, hungry like the animal that seemed to be destroying her from behind.

The petite teen pressed her hands against the television screen, looking horrified that her friend looked like she was bleeding to death while the creature continued to pound into her nearly lifeless body as the other pressed harder to force the small weak girl to devour her sex.

"Aiigghhghhhmmmm…" Tori exclaimed, but Jade maintained complete control, feeding her snatch to the weak teen. The way her body shivered however, told Cat that Tori was coming, and from the look of it, it was extremely hard.

"Unnghh… that's at least six times she's cum for me… I've given this little slut three loads already…" The werewolf looking Freddie growled and picked up his pounding as he looked like he was approaching a release. "Such ah… fucking tight… pussy! And even tighter ass… I could have killed her if I had gotten more than an inch in there… And her body is so tiny! Like a toy… It think… we should… keep this one… play with her… as long… as possible…"

"And so goddamn hungry…" The faux Jade took a moment to pull the brunette's head away from her dripping sex, looking into the utterly lost eyes of her prey. She lifted Tori up by her hair and smashed her face into the tanned chest that looked a solid cup size larger, before pulling her lips away from the fleshy marshmallow, revealing a dotted line of blonde from where her teeth had bit into the flesh and apparently draining her blood. She licked her crimson covered lips and replied, "I could go for keeping her… she's so delicious… we could keep her… fattened up… bigger tits… even plumper ass than she already has… store her with the others… and pick her up… when we need… something…"

"Yeeesss…" he grunted, wondering how much her tiny little womb could take, "Gggrrraaahh… going to… fill her… again… fuuuCCCKKKK! GGGRRRAAHAH!"

He bucked a few more times, presumably filling the tight bodied teen, causing the girl to whimper and shivering in the faux couple's grasp.

"You keep… dumping those… massive loads… in her tiny… little… fertile…cunt…" the vampiric entity whispered, looking at her hairy mate, "… and we're going to have… a whole new meal…"

He scooted back on his knees backward with a slick, slurping sound followed by a pop when his crown was freed from her opening, followed by a heavy translucent green glob spilling out of her gaping opening and dripping onto the floor. He heaved his powerful chest for breath and rubbed his hands up and down her reddened, but still tight cheeks and watched his release softly glow knowing more than enough had absorbed into her silky inner walls then her opening contracted back to her natural, virginal tightness. He smiled in satisfaction of giving up a wee bit of the immense life force stored in their vast reserve from their helpless and horny victims was beyond worth it to keep her body tight and fit enough to continue to have their fun and drain her of a far richer and satisfying meal.

"I don't think it's possible… but no reason not to keep trying…" He grabbed her hips and rolled her limp form over onto her back, her arms flopping onto either side of her shoulders and her head rolling. He scooted forward and pressed the crown of his still hard powerful rod against her opening while Jade rolled onto her knees and scooted to hover her center over Tori's face. She lowered her body just as Freddie pushed his crown past her petals, the distension caused by his size brutally obvious at this angle. "Fuck, I love tiny girls… seeing how… my massive cock… is just… wrecking their shit…"

Tori attempted to scream, jolted from her near comatose state of being stretched from nothing to something thicker than her arm, but was quickly muffled by Jade's opening covering her nose and mouth, feeling it grind, full of a flavor that made her feel far less worried and docile as she licked it up.

"That's a good little fucksleeve…" Jade shivered then grinned down at her, palming over Tori's well satisfied chest, quickly picking up massaging it and pinching her swollen nipples as the Latina eagerly devoured her sex. "This little whore is such a fiend… maybe it's time you try another hole, baby…"

The wolf-Freddie grinned at her, baring his dagger filled mouth and grabbed onto Tori's thighs to lift her up a little higher, revealing his cock covered and glowing in their combined release. The last thing Cat saw before she turned her head away was the giant member pushing against the twenty times smaller backdoor, and earning a mighty scream.

And then the screen was black again. Empty. Just like Cat felt in that moment. Completely and utterly hopeless. Two people she loved more than anything were being… fucked to death… it seemed. What was worse was the nagging feeling inside her own core that found the 'scenes' extremely hot.

She was just about to sit on the empty couch, when the television flashed again, and the picture grew from the lower corner to reveal an expansive dining room, that almost seemed like a ballroom. Near as Cat could tell, this wasn't even part of the house as it seemed far bigger than the entire bottom floor, but aesthetically, it fit, so perhaps it truly was another room of the house she hadn't seen yet. But the size of the room was only half her concern as the long table housed a particularly problematic image.

It was Freddie. The real one, she assumed at this angle, surrounded by all the women, herself included, stripped of their costumes and clearly in the aftermath of some intense lovemaking. Every one of them had that same green shine about them save for him, and even he had it very faintly, as if it had rubbed off onto him.

He seemed to be tied to the table, with some kind of robe or maybe it was a tentacle or vine like what she had seen with Sam, but his arms and legs were bound, keeping him flat. Most of him at least, as Jade was riding him, bouncing herself up and down while Sam straddled his face, grinding herself against his mouth. The faux Sam was desperately whimpering and occasionally thrusting her chest up and digging her hands into Freddie's barrel chest, putting weight on her knees to get leverage, forcing him to eat her out or smother to death, not letting up despite the distressful groans. Cat could see her doppelganger on her hands and knees between his legs and behind Jade, apparently attending to his balls. Tori was the only one not on the table, standing to the side and rubbing herself as she held a cup.

"Fuuuhhcckk…" the fake Jade exclaimed, writhing on his member as she rode him like a bucking bronco, impaling herself over and over, and Cat knew enough about Jade's mannerisms before a release to know what was coming. "I'm gonna… fucking cum on this… fucking perfect cock…"

"His mouth… too…" Sam said, pressing herself harder and leaning forward a bit so that she could meet Jade's face and the two began to kiss. Freddie was powerless to stop anything, and his mind so warped, seeing the kiss just turned him on more. "Cum for Momma…"

While Jade and Sam seemed to have a strong sweep as their orgasms took hold, moaning out, Freddie's seemed like an absolute religious experience.

"Unngnhhhharrgghh…" He lifted his chin, pushing his chest up a bit and growled, "Gonna… ugggaaahhhh… cum… again… Jade… I'm… can't… please… not again… I'm… Ugggaaahhhh…"

"Do it…" The image of Jade rubbed her hands up and down his abdomen and sweetly cooed, "I know you can baby… we have to… make sure… those heavy balls let all that delicious live giving cum for us… Just let go… I bet there's still a pretty heavy load for us…"

"I have…" he whispered, clearly in a massive amount of pain as well as pleasure, "nothing… left... I—uuaagggaahhh…"

"Hush…" She cut him off by squeezing her inner muscles around his hard shaft, pushing him nearly over the edge again. "You just need another refill…"

"No… no more…" he stammered, looking like he might actually cry soon. "I can't think when… I just… I…"

Jade motioned to Sam to move, and once Freddie's face was free, he gasped for air. And that's when Tori moved. It was almost like she was floating toward his mouth, and gripping his nose with one hand and pouring some green drink down his throat, Freddie coughed and sputtered as he drank down nearly all of what Tori was feeding him.

"My turn," the Latina grinned, climbing up on the table and placing herself in the same position Sam took. Her sex took its place over his hungry mouth and gone were the complaints and the pleads for mercy, hurriedly devouring her snatch like a man possessed. "Yesssss… that shit will keep his balls full and his desires as inhuman as we are…"

"Damn right…" the not Jade grinned, really getting into the bouncing act once more. "How many loads has he given each of us tonight?"

"Five!" said Sam. "Not counting the outside and shared shots…"

"Shhittt… me too…" Tori said, reaching back and gripping his head to hold, then leaning forward so he would have access to eating her dripping ass. "One in the pussy, two in the asshole, and two I swallowed."

"Four," giggled the fake Cat, who had her mannerisms down surprisingly well. "Two inside and two… in my belly now…"

"Unnnghh… this was gonna be my sixth…" Jade said, rutting herself against his buried and steely member, rubbing her clit to extend her orgasm into another one perhaps. "So let's even it up… only fair…"

"Yayyy…" the fake Cat squealed as she sat up and nearly pushed Jade off so that she could take her place. Before she sat down on his proudly standing, almost glowing cock, she spun herself around, ordering him with a new attitude. "Look at my ass when you fuck me…"

Unable to respond with Tori's holes keeping his mouth occupied, the redhead started to slam herself up and down on his member, impaling her tight hole over and over as her tiny tits bounced just out of sight as her hair waved back and forth.

"Ungnhhhmmm…" He growled, trying desperately to move and break his bindings but he couldn't, and lifted his ass off the table, pushing his pelvis flush with Cat's cute little ass, sinking his shaft deeper into the redhead than the real Cat believed to be humanly possible. He shuddered and weakly cried out, "UUuuuarrraggghhh… pleasseee…"

Freddie writhed as he fired inside Cat, but as soon as he was done, the redhead jumped off of him, and stood on the table as Sam and Jade moved their faces underneath her. Her imposter rubbing herself, Cat watched in horror as the naked version of her dripped copious amounts of his cum onto the faces and outstretched tongues of the others.

"So fucking good…" Sam smirked, licking her lips, then the face of her rival. "With that dose, I bet we can get at least eight more loads that size before he starts to peter out again…"

"No… It… it hurts… too much…" Freddie managed to shout out, even muffled by Tori's sex. "I c-c-can't…"

"We'll see about that…" Jade whispered, as she and Sam climbed onto the table once more, gripping their chests, and prepared to find a way that would definitely give them what they craved.

Cat couldn't move as the picture darkened, and she was left to fear for what would happen to the sweet man who always cared for her now. Freddie was being tortured… and he was arguably the strongest of them all… and those… things… just had him at their mercy. Her mind went to its natural fearful and weakened role wondering what she could do if all her friends were overtaken already.

"Unghhh!" an all too familiar voice called from the television as an image began to appear. "Fuck meeeee!"

Jade. She was the only one she hadn't seen. Or, the only real version of her friends she hadn't seen yet, and just looking at her best friend that she'd shared more than few benefits with reduced to a weakened mess like the others. The only difference was… she seemed be enjoying herself.

"D-don't stoppp…" she was moaning, laying, completely nude, save for her boots, on her back with her legs spread wide in a butterfly manner with her knees bent, as a large form, resembling Freddie, but almost see-through, like a hologram, kneeled at her base, pulling her outstretched legs toward him, drilling himself into her. "Unnghh… so deep…"

Cat observed the scene as the bed was covered in stains, and Jade's pale body was bright pink, covered in red places she'd clearly been hit. The former mean girl was also covered in a thin coat of the translucent green stuff that seemed to fill every scene she'd witnessed so far. Jade's face and her chest were especially covered in a thicker coat, and there were two large thicker globs on the left side of her neck and another on her right collarbone, gently pulsating like a heartbeat.

"Take it!" a super aggressive voice shouted, and while she hadn't met 'it' but the one time they met, she knew all too well that this was what Freddie called the Beast, as he appeared to push all the way inside. "Still so fucking tight... You like getting fucked in the ass, Jade?"

"Her… ass?" Cat suddenly went wide eyed as she stared at the faux Freddie, able to peer through him and see that he was, in fact, stretching her beet red backdoor to inhuman limits, while Jade's hands toyed with her clit. "Ohmygod…"

"Unnhhhhhhh…." She moaned, clearly unable to answer in any form or fashion. The Beast let out something that sounded like a roar, and since she didn't answer him immediately, he pulled his right hand back and slapped her left tit, full force. "AAAIIIIIGHHH!"

"When your master talks, cunt, you answer…" he growled out, mortifying Cat as she watched in real time as a red splotched handprint appeared on the succulent pale flesh. "Now this time, get the cum out of your fucking whore ears and answer me… we both know the answer, but I want to hear it- do you, Jade West, the queen bitch, like getting you fat fucking ass pounded like a goddamn drum?"

"Uh huh…" she quivered, preparing herself for whatever painful move he might make next, but her eyes almost seemed to beg for it. "Yes… I… do…"

"I can't fucking hear you…" Freddie snarled through his gritted teeth as he took her other breast into his hand and began to squeeze it, her flesh instantly seeping out from his fingers. "You're nothing but a goddamn set of fuckholes… embrace it… say it loud… say it proud."

"YESSSSSSS!" she cried out, rubbing her sex harder and faster as her voice grew higher and higher. The fire in her eyes was undeniable now. "Mmmmmm, yeah… I do…. So fucking good… I like feeling that big… hard… Beast cock in my motherfucking ass! Fuck my ass, do it, Master!"

It was clearly the answer he was looking to hear, as her seemed to grip her hips tighter and lift her up, bettering the angle just enough to force him to thrust his hips forward into her even harder. 'Freddie' pumped his long, super thick cock almost all the way in and out of Jade's beautiful ass. Her big tits were flying around as the Beast drilled her without mercy, and Cat could tell she was in a lot of pain, but she wasn't affected enough to stop this apparently.

"Ohhhhh, god! My new God! Ohhhh, yeah! Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS, YES, YES YESSSSSSSSSS!"

SMACK

"Mine… not yours," he said coldly, leaving another deep red handprint to grow across her chest, while pushing his entire member inside her, causing her eyes to bug out, in all parts pain, excitement, anticipation, and fear. "You belong to me… Your ass is mine… never forget that."

Jade didn't make much noise after that, besides mewing and mumbling as Cat could do nothing but look on, like a trainwreck, at the carnage completely out of her power. Over and over, his hard shaft pumped in and out of her ass. His hand moved all over her torso, randomly smacking her again whenever he seemed bored. Over and over. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. His hand crashed down over her swollen pink tits time and time again until the stinging over his palm was either unbearable or he feared for her safety. Either way, the Beast didn't stop, or even slow down, as he thrust his cock into her ass and back.

"I'mmmm…" she moaned out, her face clenched tight, showing every emotion under the sun. "Sir, I'm close… please…"

"I want to feel that pussy show me some love… with a clean cock…" he whispered, and without another word, she pulled away, spun around, and went to bobbing her head up and down on his cock, stretching her cheeks out, and Cat could finally see how her makeup had run, making her look even more monstrous than she ever had before. "You love licking your dirty fucking ass off my cock don't you?"

"Mmhmhmm…" Jade just made a noise in response as she pulled off, kissing the tip and running her long tongue up and down the organ, eager to clean every inch. Cat didn't know how she could handle the taste. A little rim job was one thing, but something that was at least half a foot into there? Yikes…

"Now, since you are such a bitch in heat," he taunted, grabbing her by the back of her head and pulling her, reluctantly somehow, off his aching, shimmering rod, "your natural position will do nicely…"

Jade moved onto her hands and knees and allowed herself to be moved around to whatever position he seemed to prefer. The aspiring horror star was knelt over resting the side of her face on the bed and arms lazily on either side of her shoulders while a pillow was stuffed under her pelvis to help keep her ass up in the air for the physical manifestation of Freddie's naked form behind her, and Cat had a front row seat.

Her friend's body looked like it had been through a truly horrendous ordeal now that she could see better. Her asshole was still gaping and there were read marks, even some that looked like they were bleeding, that covered her body. Her hanging breasts now featured nipples that were longer and puffier, showing just how much attention this Beast had given them.

"That's a good bitch…" Freddie growled, smacking her ass nice and hard to earn a yelp from her quivering lips. There was no build up for foreplay for the couple now, he just grabbed a hold of her hair like it was his rein with one hand, used the other to keep a hand on her side for control, and shoved his entire length at once inside her swollen and dripping slit. Within seconds, he was now the one who looked like an animal, rutting into her spent body like a dog in heat. He softly grunted over the soft sloshing sound of her juices that leaked with each exit as the rest was pushed back probably into her womb. "Mmmm… this is nice… snug, but not too snug… wet, but not too messy… warm, but not too hot… the perfect little fucksleeve…"

Jade was posed there, with her legs spreading wider and leaning forward to take some of the weight off of her hands as they pressed into the bed. Sank into the bed was probably more appropriate, as it seemed to be trapping her.

"Ohhh shitttt…"She was bare as well save for her knee high boots. Her back slightly bowed, thanks to the way he held her hair, with her ass sticking up, ready if he changed holes again, and the powerful, somewhat ghostly, figure of Freddie was behind her, holding her hip and steadily pounding into her quick and hard, allowing zero time for her to recover before she was fucked again. Her breasts were swinging wildly back and forth, the nipples grazing the bed's top increasing the feeling, and her hair was thrown violently from side to side of her shoulders. She was huffing out with each slap of 'Freddie's' pelvis against her ass with a delirious smile on her face, "Don't stop. D-D-Daaahhh… aaahhh… uauuaahhh…"

"Nice to see you agree with your role, my cum-guzzling, dirty fucking whore…" He growled out with a satisfied smile, "So good… sooooo fucking good… Fuck the house… I'm keeping you… they can have the others for whatever, but you… I'll keep you for breeding… fill your fertile cunt more and more… with my essence… or whoever else wants to fuck the living shit out of you… then… you can give birth… to more of… our kind… and spread…"

"Whatever… you desire…" The raven hair colored teen uttered out, clearly delusional and only hearing who she thought was Freddie's voice, but she was owned. "Yes… please… fill me… up… all the way up… shoot so much… of that hot delicious shit… inside me… that it leaks out of… every… other… goddamn hole… claim my womb, Master… knock… knock me… up… want your… baby… babies… breed me like fucking livestock… Just… don't… fucking… stop…"

"That's a good girl…" The image of Freddie licked his lips, clearly pleased with her reaction and replied, "Accepting your fate… and my cock… and my essence… let us cum together… squeeze me tight as you soak my cock…"

"AAAIIIIUNGNGHHHH!" the pale goddess seized up, as his grip intensified holding her in place. Her eyes went wide as Cat could see almost all of her muscles jerking at once, experiencing the kind of orgasm, that Cat had only seen in overacted movies. "EEEIEINGNGHH…"

"Yesss… unnnghh" The faux Freddie grunted, asserting absolute control over his victim. His hips shot forward, completely burying all of himself and more inside of the teen, and jerking, his knees shaking slightly. "Take… every… drop!"

Cat couldn't see what was happening inside her best friend but she knew exactly what was happening and she could only imagine the internal action unfolding.

"Jeeeeezzzussssss…" Jade cried out, her hips rolling against her phantom lover, clutching his spewing cock. "So… so… full…"

"And you'll stay that way…" the Beast roared as he rutted and ground against her pink ass, bright green drippings falling between her legs… which then seemed to move like living slime right back up her body, climbing her legs, and leaving a oozing trail up her torso. "I'm going to stay inside your massaging vice until I'm hard again… and after I've completely spent another few loads… I'm going to invite some other eager spirits… show them my new party favor…"

"I… unghhmmmmmmm!"

Jade tried to speak, clearly showing a bit of concern, but the moving slime had reached her face and welded itself to her mouth, then stretching over her nose.

"If you have a problem, just say so…" the Beast teased, his face contorting a bit into a smile that seemed to stretch wider and fuller than was humanly possible as Jade writhed, trying to escape in vain from his strong grip, and tried to scream but couldn't even make a sound. "That's what I thought…"

The picture faded to black once more and Cat was forced to face her own reflection, feeling more powerless than she'd ever felt in her life. Her friends were trapped and being tortured in the most excruciating ways, and she was completely and utterly alone.

Weakly, she began to sob, which is why she missed the fact that she wasn't alone in the room any longer, barely aware until the impact that reduced her to unconsciousness.


"Whuuhh…" she groaned, awakening slowly to find herself in an unfamiliar room, laying on a cot. There were tools along the walls, a full coatrack in the corner, surrounded by her and her friends' luggage, and there was a strange smell that stung her nostrils. There were no windows, but still a strong chill permeated the space, and she could hear slight creaks above her. This must be the basement, she thought to herself as she looked around for any other details as she attempted to get up.

"I'd be careful…" a voice said, and Cat immediately realized that the coatrack was actually a person in a coat. And not just any person. It was a gruff sound, but there was no mistaking her ex-girlfriend. "You had quite a fall…"

"Sammy!" she cried out, prepared to run toward her friend, so happy to see that her friend was still alive, but her knees felt weak. Suddenly all those things she wanted to say, then feared she'd never get a chance to, came bubbling up to the surface. "I was so scared, and I saw you on this tv doing… things, and I… I just wanted to help you… and everyone else. Because I love you…"

"Aww… I love you too, Kitty Cat…" Sam grinned as she moved toward Cat, the light of the room finally catching her appearance, and suddenly things felt off. Cat tried to ignore it and let her happiness that her love was safe take hold. "Are you feeling… ok?"

"I was so scared..." she muttered, still looking around the room as the scene started feeling more and more wrong in her gut. The tools looked like had been recently used and washed, despite the rest of the basement looking fairly untouched. "Where are… have you seen anyone else?"

"I know they are around…" the blonde continued smiling as she slowly moved closer and closer. Now Cat really was on edge. She thought it was just a trick of the light or sitting down, but there was no mistaking it now, Sam was taller. And the long coat didn't look like anything her girl would wear. The redhead knew she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but here she was, high on the joy of seeing Sam make it out of that torture alive, still unsure if it was a dream or not. "I'm just happy that you're here now… I was worried to pieces, honestly… I've been looking… all over… for you…"

The blonde reached out to her, and once again, Cat could see that something was most definitely off about this, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.

"Can I have a hug, Kitty Cat?" the former bully sweetly grinned, cocking her head to the side, which was a whole new mannerism for the blonde. There was a confidence, a sweetness, and a sultriness that seemed at odds with her usual aggressive demeanor. Cat instantly recoiled from the oncoming outstretched arms, and Sam noticed. "Don't you want this?"

"I mean… I don't not want it… but…" she whispered, looking all around and trying not to shake too hard. "I just… this is all so much to take in… I'm just so lost."

"Oh, I have to agree. There's a lot of different stuff here, but… I've been thinking…" Sam's demeanor changed once again as she took a step back and began to pace the floor. "I really am sorry if I hurt you, Cat… Actually, I know I hurt you, and I'm not proud of that…"

The words sounded so familiar, like she was quoting from a movie that Cat had seen a few times, but she couldn't place any of it. But she knew for a fact that she had heard those exact words before.

"I'm sorry for everything… and I love you… better than I could have before…" The former iCarly host sauntered over to the bench with the tools and just took several deep breaths, though there was something a little off in her step, like she was walking on high heels but without heels. "Being here… I've got a new perspective. I understand what it means to come together. And now… I'll never have to leave you… you do still want that, right?"

"Of course, I do, Sammy…" Cat smiled, her heart fluttering in hearing those beautiful words she'd been longing to hear since they had been dating really. She stood up and walked to Sam, who met her halfway, wrapping her strong arms around the redhead. "I love you…"

"Me too, Kitty Cat…" the blonde whispered, running her large hands up and down Cat's back. She kissed the redhead's forehead. "So you do want me? Forever?"

"Forever and ever…" Cat snuggled her face against the coat covered chest but a chill ran down her spine as she remained in this embrace.

No… It was like a flash of light that struck her brain with every minute detail of the situation. The dark lights, the overcoat, the strange differences with Sam from the norm, and finally the haunting words of her lost friend on the television. He said something about not wanting something, and she could just feel the despair in the cool air when the words came out of her mouth that she did in fact want this. This was beyond any mere definition of bad.

"That is so good to hear, Cat…" Sam gripped tighter, her arms feeling so much bigger, and while it wasn't immediately obvious when they embraced, there were some clear proportion issues with the blonde's body. "I was really afraid this would be hard."

"What?" Cat whispered, pushing away from the clearly 'wrong' Sam.

"This… this whole thing… with us… here…" she fired back, but that smile just stayed there. It was a calming and sweet smile but there was so much deviousness behind it. "I thought you'd put up a fight… an argument at least… I wasn't the best girlfriend, but I will be…"

"I don't know what's going on right now…" Cat gritted her teeth and slowly backed away, keeping her eyes locked on this… person. "But I want to leave… and I know you aren't Sam…"

"Oh, I'm definitely Sam…" she fired back, slowly moving toward the redhead, carefully stepping but never taking her eyes off the scared girl. "I just fell apart… after our fight… the whole group did… and we came back together so that we could all be happy together again… you're the heart of us you know."

"I want to see everyone else then…" the redhead huffed, looking for anything around that she could defend herself if Sam came at her but of course the blonde was blocking the path to both doors but also the tools on the side. "Let's all just… get together and leave…"

"We already got together, Kitty Cat…" the faux Sam gave a smirk, clearly enjoying this little dance that had put Cat on edge so badly. It wasn't unheard of for Sam to try and scare Cat, but this… this wasn't just some joke. "Here… I'll show you…"

Before Cat could say another word, Sam undid the belt on the coat, and let it fall to the ground, revealing her naked body, and Cat nearly crumpled to floor on sight as well, barely caught by the bed as she froze in the utmost horror.

There were stitches all over Sam's body. But it wasn't Sam's body… it was… her head… and the rest… it was something else entirely. It was just like the doll actually. Every inch her eyes took in seemed to make Cat want to throw up even more than the last one.

Sam's head was stitched to a much paler body with a large bust, and two thick tan, and somewhat hairy arms, crudely mismatched for the pale frame, jutted out from the torso, ending in large hands. At the waist, the pale torso ended with a thick stitch around, connecting it to a thin, mocha colored pelvis and sizable rear, ending in two toned legs that clearly belonged to Tori.

Cat wanted to scream, but no sounds would come out. Her breath had literally been stolen by the… monster that was standing before her. And Sam just kept on smiling.

"And if you're wondering, yes, I got a special strap on for us to play with too…" the blonde laughed as she reached into the coat and produced a hardened appendage both girls knew quite well. This was the last straw for her voice to find itself as she let out a bloodcurdling scream that echoed through the basement, and Cat prayed, the whole neighborhood as well. But her 'ex' was wholly unaffected. "We're all together now… all of us. Just like you always wanted…"

"NOOOO!" the sweet and naïve girl cried out as the 'creature' continued to move toward her. Its large hand easily reached the frozen girl and wrapped itself around her mouth, which only muffled the sounds. "MMMMPPPHMHMHM!"

"Calm down, sweet thing…" Sam licked her lips as she brought another hand to Cat's clothes, and in a swift move, ripped her thin costume off her frail form. "There's a lot of souls trying to sleep… don't think we want to wake them up…"

"P-p-please…" Cat shook in absolute terror. "Please don't… don't hurt me… I don't… I… I…"

"I have no intention of killing you…" Franken-Sam grinned once more. "Your friends were nothing but a bunch of whores and horndogs… choosing sex and sin over life. Their sins of the flesh… made flesh… to make my flesh… I suppose…"

"Nooo… please…"

"Calm down, Catarina… I know you're not like them," the creature whispered, climbing onto the bed and bringing Cat with it, maintaining total control of her small form. "Right?"

"I don't… I mean… I…"

"We are going to save you… let you stay with us…" The monster was so charming, it was clearly drawing from Freddie. "All we ask is for your obedience.

"I… I don't understand…" she cried out, the air burning her lungs with the speed of her inhalations. "My friends… they're all… dead… you-"

"They were all given a question… whether or not they wanted something, and they said yes…" it smirked, running its large hands over Jade's torso. "They surrendered to pleasure… of being the fucktoys of the house. Don't blame us… they chose their fate."

"But I…" she whimpered, shrinking into a naked ball, "I said yes…"

"You did… but you're different…" the vocal pattern was starting to sound just like Jade now, from the shared vocal chords no doubt. "You've known it your whole life… you are special…"

"Why?!" Cat screamed, doing her best to be as strong as she should have been for her friends. "What makes me so special?"

"Because you are weak…" it laughed, running Freddie's hands down her naked chest, pushing her body against the wall by the cot. "You aren't smart, you aren't strong, you aren't confident… you are a born follower. And we need a human emissary in the world… to bring us food…"

"No!" Cat cried out, jumping from the bed and moving toward the door. "I will never do that!"

"You can and you will… If I have to infect you with my essence, I will…" The redhead rushed toward the door, not even concerned about her outfit being torn. She tried her hardest to open the heavy wood, but it was jammed. The FrankenSam just watched her, shaking its head at her. "You don't want to go in there…"

"You can't just keep me here!" the aspiring bubblegum pop singer shouted as she threw her entire weight against the door. "I won't be your slave! Kill people for you! UGGHHH! LET ME OUT!"

"Fine…" the monster said, waving its freakishly mismatched arms. "But don't say I didn't warn you…"

The door suddenly gave, causing Cat to nearly fall through it. As she caught her balance, she thought she was going to throw up. The smell was the wort thing she had ever encountered. Putrid, disgusting scents entered her nose, burning as they went causing her already reddened eyes to water. It was only due to this, that she didn't notice what was in the room.

This wasn't an exit.

This was a graveyard… a living graveyard. There were bodies lining the walls, each in some variation of decay, but all covered in the same green translucent material. Some were skeletons, some were still formed but clearly dead, like those zombies on the television. And then there were the fresher bodies, still dressed, still looking human. She spotted Beck and Robbie and Trina and Mark. But one body in particular caught her eye more than the rest.

Sam. Her whole body this time. Right next to Freddie, Jade, and Tori. All in one piece, though all seemingly frozen in some sort of painful expression, covered in that goop. They weren't mutilated… they were alive. This was a trick.

"Well, there goes that surprise…"

"Ah!" Cat spun around and faced the FrankenSam creature that had held her captive.

"I told you… you wouldn't like what you saw in there…" it sighed. "Mostly because it ruins the illusion. And ruins the plans we all had for you…"

"I don't understand…"

"No surprise there…" Sam's voice was back, showing that trademark Puckett snark, but Cat wasn't affected by it this time. "I was going to take a piece off, and then grow a person back, and promise you could have them if you did what we wanted. Bring us some more people. Send a few texts, write a couple reviews… And then once it was done… you know what we would do? Kill you anyway. Feed you to our home. But at least then, it would have been fast."

"I…" Cat began, feeling herself shrink in fear. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something move. Sam's hand shifted. She was alive. Which meant there was still something to fight for. She gathered all her might into one moment, and spun around and shoved the FrankenSam. "No!"

"I'm going to devour your fucking soul!"

The top heavy creature fell over in an instant as Cat shot towards the other door, but it was just as locked as the other one and it wasn't likely the… thing… would be opening that one this time. That left the workbench… covered in tools. She grabbed the two things she actually was familiar with- a hammer and a screwdriver and turned to fight the patchwork monster.

What she was not expecting was a veritable violet nightmare creature to be standing in the place of the comparably non-threatening FrankenSam.

The purple creature was least five feet tall with its main body standing on four trunk like legs, with three 'arms' whipping out from its body and top of its body, covered in the same green slime, and each ending with a mouth filled with two rows of razor sharp teeth. But what really made the poor redhead quiver was its primary mouth- which took up most of its body- with four sets of long, sharp, curved teeth, dripping with the same ooze, and a long pink tongue whipping wildly around.

She only had a second to comprehend it before it launched itself at her, but it was the most terrifying thing she had ever seen and knew that this was the moment she was going to die.

But she had to try.

She whipped the hammer around and tried to stab with the screwdriver, missing both her marks on her first try, but since the creature seemed to be blind, it wasn't having the easiest time hitting her either. Several seconds of 'accidental dodging' later, and finally one of them struck a hit. Unfortunately, it was the monster, and its left trunk struck the redhead and sent her across the room and into the bed.

The soft landing was pure luck, and Cat tried a new tactic of just charging it, swinging both her weapons wildly. Landing two hammer shot and one slice with the flathead, the redhead suddenly felt a bit better and knew the adrenaline was the only thing that was keeping her from fainting in fright at the nightmare before her.

Another strong blow from the monster pushed Cat backwards but one of the small mouths managed to bite into her upper chest, not going deep, but the pain was excruciating. Before she could react, another arm flew around and grabbed onto her back, wrestling her petite form into dropping the hammer, pulling her forward toward his giant dripping mouth, and another tiny mouth bit into her side, letting the ooze slip into the wound.

Cat had never felt this kind of pain and fear before but all she could see was her friends, not frozen in slimy terror, not on the verge of deadly sex, but smiling. Laughing. Like that day the four of them got together. It felt right and happy. And there was no way she would give up on getting those moments back.

"AIIIGHGHHH!

Mustering the last of her strength, she gripped the screwdriver tight, closed her eyes, and threw all of her power into her arm, slamming the screwdriver into the top of the creature at the base of its center flailing limb.

"GGRRRRGGHHHAAARRRGHG!" the creature cried out, releasing her (and a ton of sticky phlegm all over her. It staggered backwards, the tool still in its 'skull' if it actually had one.

Cat grabbed the hammer from the ground with her left hand, as her other arm felt like it had been shattered on that impact. Aiming as best she could with the flailing, she brought the hammer down like the screwdriver was a nail, and it went straight through.

It was like lancing a pimple, in that as soon as the entry happened, there was an explosion, and the creature just burst before her eyes, which were blinded instantly, showering her in a wave of the lime ooze.


"AIIIGH!" Cat sat up from the couch, breathing heavy, eyes wide and unable to catch her breath.

"You ok?!" Freddie said, rushing to her side, as the petite redhead looked around her, lost in total confusion and fear. "Cat?"

"I…" the sweet girl trailed off. It was daytime. This was the foyer she'd watched the television in. All of her friends were right there. Freddie by her side, Jade standing behind him, Tori and Sam taking the bags outside. It wasn't real. None of it was real. "It was all a dream…"

"You looked like you were really fighting something Kitty Cat," Jade added leaning down, to look her in the eyes. "Tossing and turning. We found that stuffed purple octopus hoping it might help like Mr. Purple, but you kept trying to lick it. We were afraid when you ran off, and then fell down. You're ok…"

"I… I am ok…" Cat repeated, nodding as she looked at Freddie and Jade. Soon, Tori's face joined theirs. "What… what happened?"

"After I was a total bitch," Sam added coming to the other side of the couch so that she was at Cat's feet, "you just took off, and we think you slipped or something. Hit your head on a table. You told us you were ok, but then you laid down on the couch and were out like a light."

"None of us had the heart to wake you up," Tori added. "I wanted to though, because-"

"Oh please… like you were complaining about getting more attention, Vega…" Jade said, giving her girlfriend a gentle shove. "You came more than anybody else last night… seriously…"

"Oh… I missed…"

"You missed everything, Cat…" Sam said with a gentle sigh, and looked at the others for a moment before they headed to another room. "But outside of a little time last night that got way out of hand, I was pretty much down here with you."

"Y-you were?" Cat asked, her eyes and stomach fluttering for a whole new reason now.

"Yeah, kid… I was worried about you…" the blonde smiled sweetly, but it was that same smile that the monster wore. It should have made her happy, but it just turned her stomach now. Spoiled. "You missed a good time, but I've been thinking…"

"Yeah?" Cat's heart was beating fast. Maybe even faster than when she was fighting that thing. Now that would be a story to tell Sam. "Thinking about…"

"Us… you and me…" There was a clear strain on her voice and there was something in her eyes too. A shimmer. Had she been crying? Cat couldn't help but let her brain run with the idea as she imagined Sam crying over her, and pouring her heart out, and how much she truly loved her. It was like a dream come true. "I've been thinking that maybe… we should start over… together… would you want that?"

"Ohmygod… yes…" Cat finally sat up fully, eyes wide and nearly jumping with glee, but she reigned it in as best she could. "I mean… I think I'd like that…"

"That is so good to hear, Cat…" Sam said, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. "I was really afraid this would be hard."

"I'm sorry…" Cat said, a chill running down her spine, eyes wide. "What?"

"I mean… after everything we've been through. And the bad breakup where things were said…" the former Seattle bully adjusted herself and cleared her throat. "I thought you would give me a really hard time."

"Oh…" the smaller girl said with a soft sigh of relief. "Ok… I just… I guess I'm just still loopy from the head injury… my head doesn't really hurt at all."

"Always knew you had a hard head, Kitty Cat," Sam joked and ran her fingers through the red velvet locks. "Just don't lay around too long. We gotta get going."

"Ok…" Cat whispered to no one in particular as she looked around the room. The real world must have seeped into my mind, she thought to herself, it was all the spitting image of what she'd seen in her dream. Right down to the television. "Just… a dream… that's all… just a dream."

"NO… IT'S… KKKZKZHZH… NOT. YOU HAVE TO… ZZZHZHCCCHHH… WAKE UP!"

Andre's face appeared on the screen once again, but Cat couldn't hear him. The television was… bleeding…

It was that same green ooze dripping down the screen over his face. The walls. The furniture around her. Even Sam who was motioning for her at the doorway, seemed to be dripping the gelatinous stuff, as it moved toward her.

It kept getting closer.

And closer.

And then she felt it on her hands. Then her feet. Then her legs. Paralyzed as the room seemed to fill with the slime and there was no escape. She could even feel it seeping into her skin, getting closer to covering her face.

Filling her nose.

Her mouth.

The pain of suffocating was a shock to her system and reality came crashing back.

And she snapped out of the stupor, her weak arms giving way to the immense pain of the two bites on her skin, and grip not strong enough to hold onto the hammer anymore as she faced down the creature. Her other hand still held the screwdriver, and she prepared the move that saved her last time.

She drew all her strength into her arm, and smashed the screwdriver into the skull of the giant purple monster.

And the tool broke.

Shattered against the hard purple skin of the monster.

Cat was in shock, unable to even format a thought as she got closer to the gaping mouth. She kicked and writhed in its grip but with the razor sharp teeth holding her, every move felt like fifty papercuts at once.

"I… WAS GOING TO… SAVE YOU… FROM THE FATE… OF YOUR FRIENDS…" The creature's hot, sticky breath as it spoke, made Cat feel even sicker. "NO RAW LUST TO FEED ON… NO SINS TO EAT… YOU COULD HAVE SERVED ME…"

"Never! I wouldn't be used like that!" she shouted back into the dark abyss of the creature's mouth. "I would never be your fucking toy!"

"MAYBE NOT…" it huffed and Cat could swear she could see it smiling, "… BUT YOU WILL… BE MY CHEW TOY!"

Cat didn't have a moment to respond as the arms jerked her forward into the cavernous mouth, her face landing on its tongue, and immediately felt a sudden pain in her midsection, then cold. The tongue twisted and turned her body, unable to move anything. The last thing she saw was a particularly long tooth coming right down toward her face.


The house was quiet once again. No more sounds of screams or laughter. No matter profanities grunted in abject pain or ecstasy. The slime decorating the walls moved right back inside, as if it was never there. The pool of blood in the basement would sink into the hardened floor, and changing the floors color was nothing for the centuries old home. The suitcases of the most recent guests stocked the furnace, joining the charred remains of Andre, the last problematic houseguest. It was once again, like no one had ever set foot in the house, save for one particular item.

A cell phone with Galaxy Wars emblazoned on the back sat on the tool table in the basement. It scrolled through its contacts, deleting those that were already food for the house. A few names stuck out for the phantom phone user.

CARLY. TASHA. SPENCER. GIBBY. MELANIE.

-Hey, you should come check out this cool haunted house we went to for Halfoween. I gave them your names so as long as you come by in the next couple weeks, your stay is free. Just don't tell anyone else because it's kind of a secret thing…

Sending off each individual text with the same information and details, the phone shut itself off, its job now done. The phone flew across the room and right into the furnace, burning for only a few seconds before it, in time with every other light in the house, shut off, plunging the house into utter darkness until the next guests would arrive.

Deep in the bowels of the house, however, there was a slight discoloration of air that could probably be missed by the naked eye. It was fairly small, and topped with a slight reddish tint that flowed in just the right light of the glowing ooze around it, floating just over four barely breathing, drained, and slowly dying naked slime covered bodies.

The sweet and solemn spirit never really moved.

Or talked.

Or made a single sound.

It simply watched over the bodies.

Waited.

Rescue was coming after all.

One day.

Maybe tomorrow.


And there we have it. Pretty bleak ending, I know, but I did say from the start that this would be a pretty dark story. Don't worry, this is definitely an AU and our cast as is actually quite safe where we left them at the end of KTR2. Speaking of, we are putting the finishing touches on the prequel series for KTR3, and that should be out, fingers crossed, by the end of November. As always, I am incredibly anxious for your thoughts and feelings on this particular chapter, even if I'm sure there will be some anger for the bloodshed.

And for those curious about what the monster 'FrankenSam' became looked like- the closest example for my vision was a fantasy creature called an otyugh. So feel free to google that just before bed.

Happy Halloween to everyone.