The Slasher Sabbath
<"So what do you think Anon?"
>You stared at your would-be girlfriend
>eyeing her suspiciously
>A fedora topped her horned head as she was dressed in a torn up and raggedy red and green sweater
>One furry hand was wrapped in a leather contraption with blades coming off of the fingers
>all of this was finished off with a set of barely existing cut-off slacks that drew attention to her small stomach and rather shapely thighs
>at least as shapely as a Baphomet could manage
>a frown painted over your features as you immediately realized what you were looking at
>One, two, he's coming for you
"What are you doing?"
<"I heard about the holiday and I figured I might as well work on assimilating,"
>The petite, child-like woman gave you a grin as her eyes shined at you
<"It's a sexy costume right?"
>your forehead wrinkled as you recalled who she was dressed as and what he had done
>something most people forgot or tended to gloss over
>A murderous child-molester wasn't exactly 'sexy'
"It's uh… definitely something."
>Dierdre huffed loudly before stamping one of her cloven feet in frustration
<"W-well the rest of you come out!"
>Immediately the space infront of your television is filled with her lackeys
>Shelly, Meryll, Cynthia, Megan, and Sara
>or rather The shape, Leatherface, Jason, Pennywise, and Pinhead
>You sighed heavily, shutting your eyes as you directed your head skyward
>What the hell had you done to deserve this?
>Constantly being semi-harrassed by your would-be girlfriend was bad enough
>Her lithe and childlike body being a big enough issue as it was
>you had only recently gotten over it enough to give her proper kisses but this…
>the constant push to get you involved in her little witches 'chapter' as a group husband was starting to be a bit much
>and now this, at this time of year was even somehow comically worse
>you swiped at your face before leveling your eyes
>giving Deirdre a particularly grumpy look
"So you finally settled on a theme then?"
>Deirdre sent you her own grumpy look
"And you want me to judge your uniforms,"
>A smug look playing out over the tiny Baph's face as she folded her arms
"What for exactly?"
>immediately the look dropped as she turned to consult with her lackeys
>a look of worry playing over her face
<"W-well… y-you know how I was trying t-"
"Yes. I recall you trying to convince to be you girl's personnal cum-pu-"
<"You don't have to put it so rudely Anon!"
>Leatherface yelled at you, eyeing you angrily
>you frowned, partially because she was right as well as because of how Meryll was dressed
>though the small ghoul as a farmhouse cannibal was weirdly appropriate
"Yeah, it's not fair to the rest of us."
>you locked eyes with Sara, the diminuiative fallen angel as you sucked on your teeth
>Were they going to try and bully you into this again?
<"We have so many things we could show you Ano-"
"Don't even start with that."
>You immediately cut Sara off
"Okay look, girls… Deirdre…,"
>you sighed, pinching your nose
"While I'm glad you finally got your club-"
>Megan the Bogie shouted at you from beneath stylized face-paint to make her look more sinister
"Right. Yeah. Look, I'm glad you guys figured out something for your chapter but… I'm not really a polygynist kind of guy. Each of you is great in your own unique way and I'm sure and each of you will eventua-"
<"Grab his legs!"
>Deirdre shouted, pointing a claw at you
>In an instant they were on you and you were running
>cool air hit your lungs as you sprinted out of your house and down the street
>You wanted to scream but knew you shouldn't
>some of your neighbors were Mamono
>They might take umbrage to your views and decide to help Deirdre and her friends
>All you could do was keep running and hope they'd be distracted in a few hours
>Maybe you could swallow your reservations and take Deirdre to pound town and the group-husband talk would end?
>Would you even be able to do it?
>just kissing her like a proper woman at times was hard to get over the feeling that you were doing something wrong
>What if that didn't work?
>Would you be able to even handle six diminutive women?
>you didn't know
>All you knew is that you had to run
>You were winded
>sure human women had been bad, the worst even
>but in some ways Mamono could be even worse
>Something you were slowly finding out today
>your legs hurt, but you couldn't stop
>Even though your brisk run was now more of a winding limp
>You called out behind you as you continued your slow escape
>muscles aching and protesting
>The last hour or so had been hellish and it wasn't getting better
"Shelly, we don't have to do this."
>You called out again, turning round to face her
>William Shatner's face sat atop all five feet of the overly large loli-Golem in her overly tight fitted jumpsuit
>She stood there, menacingly, staring out at you from under the mask
>Brandishing what could only be a demon silver kitchen knife
"Okay, I get it. You guys are a little more serious about this than I realized."
>you breathed heavily, lungs and legs happy for the sudden break
"I-I'm sorry okay."
>you looked round, hoping no one was watching
>The last thing you needed was some Mamono housewife to help her grab you
"Look… l-lets talk about this, like adults. alright? I'll sto-"
>you coughed loudly, as your throat began to dry
>you eyes locked on a nearby gas station sign
>it was the one at the edge of the neighborhood, right before the freeway
>Had you really just been running aimlessly in the neighborhood for so long?
"I'll stop running. Just…,"
<"Gimme your cock."
>The demand was curt and short
>And wholy inappropriate coming out of william shatners face with such a small and girlish voice
"Y-you know I-"
>you coughed, throat aching
<"Drop your pants or there will be…trouble."
>you groaned reflexively
"Thats Robocop. Shelly the shape doesnt even talk, like at all."
>William Shatner stared back at you expressionlessly
>Slowly she shifted her head, looking at her large stonework hands as well as the knife
<"Right. Sorry. Need to stay in character,"
>Immediately she began plodding towards you slowly again
>just as quickly you stirred your aching body into motion
>moving again as you began to try and establish a good pace to get away from her
"Shelly, be reasonable please!"
>The shape continued to follow behind you as you tried to move yourself
>undeterred she continued, plodding along
>despair and fear took you
>you were going to get raped
>was this what it was like on portal day?
>Maybe less awkward though
>None of those guys were getting assaulted while having to look william shatner in the face
>Painfully, you pushed yourself on
>maybe you could find help at the gas station
>You had burst into the gas station
>soaked in sweat whilecoughing and weezing
>Immediately noticed that the cashier was a pimple faced young guy and sighed heavily while thanking God
>you wasted no time in demanding access to the singular restroom
>your addled mind rationalizing that it was the only sane thing to do
>Just as before, you couldn't risk asking any Mamono for help
>more than likely they'd laugh at you and help the girls
>you weren't ready to get married yet
>Not just to your loli-bodied girlfriend
>but especially to her five other friends as well who were similarly built
>as you locked yourself into the bathroom, turned off the light and carefully moved to sit on the sole toilet in the darkness
>Silence and darkness bathed over you as you worked to steady your breathing and relax
>While it was likely that Shelly would figure out your ploy, she wasn't like to actually break down the door to get to you
>Despite current theatrics, she was reasonably well behaved for a Mamono
>except for this
>You sighed heavily, stress pooling out of your muscles as they began to ache
>Had the others given up?
>were they just waiting at home for you to come back?
>That didn't seem right, they weren't like that
>Deirdre in particular
>when she decided something it was usually final no matter what you or anyone thought
>you groan in the dark
>thoughts of your imminent polygynist marriage plaguing you
>And worst of all, what was next
>Deirdre was pushy, insistent, and demanding
>All things you enjoyed but sometimes…
>would the two of you even get to proper plan to have kids?
>Or would it simply be a matter of getting up one morning and being told it was going to happen?
>What about the other five girls?
>you groaned again, leaning against the cool tile wall in the dark
>somewhere outside your dark entombed room you could hear what could only be that poor guy having to deal with Shelly
>It almost sounded like yelling
>the muffled sounds not making anything clear
>immediately you held your breathe
>Was the poor dude freaking out?
>Or was it simply a typical demand of 'no masks in the store'?
>Whatever it was, silence filled the greater area of the gas station and you finally relaxed
>then you heard it
>subtely at first
>your eyes locked onto the door in the dark
>You heard the machine kick up again only to die
>the engine turning over
"Oh fuck, no."
>It was Meryll
>Unlike Shelly, she wasn't as much as a good girl
>Which meant the poor wagie was mana deprived and knocked out behind the counter
>The engine kicked up again, roaring to life
>you whimpered in the dark as primal fears surged through you
>Immediately you flinched as you heard the teeth of the chainsaw biting into the wooden bathroom door
>light pouring in as well as the clear and sharp sound of the chainsaw as it screamed
>in seconds there was a hole in the door
>A faux-skin leathered masked face with shiny bright eyes stared in at you
"No. What?! Meryll!"
>The tiny ghoul gave you a confused look
>The chainsaw died as she continued to look at you in mild shock
<"W-what? Is that not right?"
"No. No it is not. That's the Shining,"
<"W-well Thomas doesn't really get any lines s-"
"Why not go with Choptop then?"
>disbelief played over your face
>you groaned, pinching your nose
>No, not the first one
>Choptop was a huge favorite of fans
>Hell, he even had his own movie in production at one point
"You only watched the first one then?"
<"W-well it was scary enough a-and I-"
<"I watched all of the Halloween movies Anon, even the bad remakes!"
>Shelly suddenly yelled into the hole in door from behind her conspirator
>Exasperation despite the mask was clear on Meryll's face
<"Well not all of us have time for that! Some of us have real jobs!"
>The Ghoul spat at the larger Golem
>just as quickly they were on the ground, apparently fighting
>And in that moment, you knew exactly what you needed to do
>You weren't sure how you had done it
>But you had
>As the two of them began to wrestle and even throw punches, you had quickly left and stepped over them and took off
>as soon as you were out the door, the panic from earlier returned
>what the hell were you supposed to do?
>Apparently all of them were actively looking for you still
>And if Meryll could find you, the rest definitely would too
>You grumbled as your legs began to protest again
>Immediately you began to scan the area for anything that could help you
>Or even better yet, give you a chance to properly rest
>You hadn't even mentally registered any of it as you filed towards the bus stop and the currently waiting bus
>wordlessly your hands found your wallet and paid the fair and took a seat
>The few others on the bus glancing at you
>the handful of Mamono wrinkling their noses with either looks of disgust, worry, or in one hellhound's case something worrisome
>Deirdre had marked you though, at least with a sigil
>sure you didn't smell claimed, allegedly, but it'd be apparent if anyone tried to grab at you without permission
>you sighed heavily, practically melting into your seat by the window
>in moments the bus began to roll out, and the slow movements and road noise brought their own comfort
>But then there was your ass and the seat and the proverbial love song between them
>it was cushioned
>it was mostly temperature controlled
>and best of all, you weren't having to stand or even hold yourself up anymore
>How far had Shelly chased you?
>Everything had begun to hurt
>had you pulled something?
>you weren't a fatass, but you definitely didn't bother with working out at all
>had to be something like three miles, at the least
>The two of you weaving in and out of everywhere
>and all of it had been for nothing
>you had been found rather quickly
>you groaned just remembering it
>What were you going to do?
>Where could you go?
>you sighed again with a yawn
>you blinked sleepily as you tried to formulate a plan
>You shut your eyes as you folded your arms across your chest and tried to think of something
>Maybe you could head over to one of your friend's houses and lay low?
>what could you do?
>Where could you go?
>Something hot and hair touched at your arm and you felt yourself jump
>Your eyes locked with flaming red ones
>instantly you began to press against the wall of the bus while the stranger inspected you
"Can I uh… help you?"
<"You smell pretty good,"
"I'm uh… I'm taken."
>A frown played over her face
>realization of some of her features suddenly becoming clear
>She was much bigger than you
>Maybe almost a foot taller, even while sitting
>And most of her body, especially the skin that was exposed made it clear that unlike you, she did work out
<"You don't smell taken."
"I-I am. Look, I'm just…,"
>You paused, trying to rack your mind for any bullshit excuse you could
>Sure Deirdre, and the others, were driving you insane
>Pushing you around and making absurd demands
>Even pushing social norms and boundaries you weren't comfortable with
>But you still liked them
>Deirdre though… you were definitely willing to at least admit that you loved her
>Most of the time anyways
>Today wasn't a good day and her antics weren't helping
<"You think I give a shit about some magic nerd's crap?"
>You shrank back, pressing more even into the wall and window
>Oh god, oh fuck
>While before there was a bit of desperation in running from Deirdre's friends, this was different
"I uh… w-well,"
<"So howabout this? In two stops the two of us are going to get off- heh- an-"
"I don't… I don't know you and I'm happy with my girlfri-"
<"You don't even smell like you've been kissed before."
>your face burned at the accusation
>It wasn't fully your fault
>you still had issues with it all
>And the two of you had kissed
>sure it had been awkward, but it counted
>it definitely counted
"W-we have so. W-we've kissed plenty of ti-"
<"I don't care about your made up stuff about your negligent girl. Either the two of us are going to be fucking or one us will."
>you swallowed, looking away and out the window
>Well now you were fucked
>Or rather would be
>Why had you run?
>You didn't need this, let alone want this
>You wanted Deirdre
>Maybe some annoying nonsense involving her friends
>Maybe in a few weeks you'd be more comfortable with that prospect but…
>You'd have to run and fight, kicking and screaming all the while in a just a bit
>You bit into your bottom lip as your anxiety bloomed in you
>Guilt, pain, and more blooming in you
>Why the fuck had you run?
>Slowly the bus came to a stop
>Airbrakes hissing loudly as you felt your stomach drop out
<"Well, that's one."
>A furry paw patted at your knee
<"Have you made your choice yet?"
>Sweat beading on your forehead
>You didn't necessarily want to be a onii-chan for a tiny sabath chapter
>But the alternative wasn't much better
>At least Deirdre and co would be gentle and willing to go slow
>At least Deirdre knew who you were
>What you liked
>what you didn't
>And exactly what to do to annoy you or force a smile out of you
>At least she loved you
>And now you were about to lose all of it
>Your eyes got teary, regret and worry boiling up in you
>your eyes snapped to your would-be rapist
>Her eyes were smouldering as smoke jetting off of them
>her paws flexing and showing off her overly sharp claws
<"Good, so why don't you be a good little to-"
>The hellhounds eyes bulged as she choked on her words
>Shock, pain, and finally anger playing across her face
<"E-excuse me? I don't think I heard you right."
>Her voice came out smooth but with a rumble beneath it that seemed to threaten violence
>A clawed paw grasped at your knee
>the points of her claws biting into your pants and even into your skin
"I said fuck off."
>A growl escape her as your vision became a mass of black hair and fur
>You flinched, expecting the worst
>eyes screwing shut
>only for it to not happen
>instead a shrill scream filled the air, which was quickly followed by others on the bus screaming loudly
>As you opened your eyes you saw while and immediately relaxed
>A razor clawed glove was jutting out her stomach, covered in gore and blood and seeming to originate from nowhere
>Oh thank fuck
>you groaned, grinning as the rest of the bus errupted into chaos
>Only to immediately stop and freeze up, silence drowning out everything
>you found yourself looking up and over into the aisle of the bus
>Standing next to the figment of an attack was Deirdre
>Pouting, with a grumpy look while she kept her rather large paws on her hips
<"You're supposed to panic! A-and then I get to swoop in and drag you off to the furna-"
>In an instant you grabbed at her and pulled her into a tight embrace
>managing to squeeze a squeak out of the small woman and end the lecture
>you honestly had never been happier to put of with her antics
>you had to fight yourself not to sniffle as your eyes threatened to leak
"J-just be quiet. Take me home already Deirdre, take me to bed."
>immediately the tiny goat-girl struggled against you
>grumbling and trying to pull away
<"A-anon please… y-you're ruining the gag, w-we can do the mushy stuff later a-and I-"
>you relaxed a touch, grinning involuntarily as you let her out at least to arms length
>you were gonna hate the slasher theme so much in three months
>but none of that mattered
>quickly you pressed in and kissed her full on and completely
>you felt her bristle at first, only to melt in your arms before you broke free
"Deirdre, let's go home."
>her face burned as she stared into your eyes