Justin Geoffrey and The Black Stone What did the poet see that night in Stregoicavar, that drove him mad? What cruel rites and nameless orgies did he witness as he dreamed out by that ancient monolith? What thing, only hinted at in von Junzt's Nameless Cults, reached out across the ages and wrapped its tentacle about his stiff prick - to drag him across time and space into the very midst of revels by the strange folk who once worshipped at that forbidden altar?
The Strippers of Erich Zann There was another reason I went down that strange little alley in Paris that night. I was drawn there by the music of Erich Zann, yes, but it was what I saw out of his window that held be enraptured and drew me back, time and again, to the blind man's apartment. For there, through the window, were those that danced to his music. Who shed layers like falling leaves of autumn or the skin of snakes. Who slinked forward to the very threshold, more strange and terrible in their nakedness than any mortal creature...and then they blinked their many eyes, and licked their many lips, and slithered forward on clear heels to give me a lapdance.
The Return of the Slut Ogden had been hired by Jane Carnby to translate passages from the Necronomicon. Jane feared something in the old house. Her dead sister did not rest easy in her grave. Night after night, the haunting grew worse. Terrible, lurid nightmares that left them both exhausted and spent in the morning as the salacious spirit sought to destroy them sexually. Then came the exorcism - the attempt to throw out the spirit of the wanton sorceress. Except the slut had no where else to go except her own mouldering corpse...and that was when the true horror began. For she was still horny...
You Are What You Wear A witch gets frustrated at all the costume parties, in particular because she doesn't like fake witches popping up every single Halloween. One day, she casts a spell where everyone at a nearby Halloween party actually becomes what they dressed up as. Oddly, the party she targeted was an 18+ student party where the theme of the year (like every year before it) was slutty costumes.
So anyone dressed as a witch gets witch powers they can use against her. It's not just witches, there's gonna be people dressed as Beetlejuice or superheroes. Not a great plan. edit: Maybe it works for the Bohemian Rhapsody stand and anyone wearing a costume is fated to experience all the things that happened to the character they dressed as.
Anyone dressed up as a witch, is no longer a "fake witch" so her plan has worked. Though technically they will be a "slutty witch" more likely, so most of them will be busy with stuff not related to finding out *why* this happened and who did it. EDIT: Also, sexy plan going horribly wrong is not that unusual in comedic erotica.
The Seven Submissive Geases A curse was laid upon the adventurer, to venture beneath Mt. Voormithadreth. Bound by the compulsion of the geas, they could not disobey - and from one humiliation and degradation to the next they were passed, deeper and deeper, as gods, serpent-people, and stranger beings had their way with them! A demeaning saga that would see the adventurer stripped of every shred of dignity, subject to strange and terrible trials and changes to their person. And in the end? Well...
Medusa's Cock There was more to Marceline Bedard than what met the eye. She came to Riverside as the wife of poor Denis de Russy - Denis,who had no experience with women. She fooled the old man completely. It was Frank Marsh who set out to expose her for what she was, by painting her in the nude - yet even he was unprepared for the stark reality that he faced. Frank thought she was merely transgender, and had beguiled his friend with clever bedroom tricks while the lights were out. Yet the truth was far weirder than any of the men knew. None of them knew the rites of Cthulhu or Shub-Niggurath; none of them had ever heard of an octopussoir or pseudopenis. All they would know is the sudden burst of sexual violence that would ensue...and that Marceline Bedard's legacy would live on...in them.
Going back to the "everyone becomes their Halloween masquerade costume" idea, I want to point out that there is likely someone who didn't bother to put on a costume and they are stuck being their boring self while people around them are walking around as superheroes or monsters. And a furry who is cursing that this was the one time they didn't put on their fursuit and went with something different.
And those two dudes who went as a horse, and now one of them has a horse's head and the other realizes from the waist down they're now a mare.
That would follow the logic. I suppose the intent of the costume might matter, but I also think that a witch spell causing hilarious and unintended consequences is very much part of the appeal of the story. Whether they panic at their transformation and suffer for dysmorphia because they have their original mind in a very different body, or if their mind changes too, depends on how the writer wants to have the story go. Former makes for more comedic and angsty story. Latter is an easier segway to "then they fuck."
