Nightmare on Halloween the 13th, Part 6 (MtF & FtM TG)

From the twisted mind of director FoxFaceStories comes this new tale of horror!

Gregory Builder is an old horror director past his prime, with one last project in him, his most ambitious ever. With the help of dark magic, he is able to bring to life a real horror story, one in which his hired cast are physically transformed into classic slasher victim roles, all while a killer is unleashed into reality from the fiction of the script. These transformed and transgendered actors must escape before they are killed - because if you die in this movie, you’re stuck in your new role for life!

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Scene 6: Chainsaw Massacre

The lovers shifted positions as they really got going, Scarlet on Rodney’s lap, facing him as her back slid along the wall, her mighty breasts heaving in his face. Their skin was sweaty, almost unnaturally so, as if an oil had been applied offscreen to make their makeout session all the more attractive to a cinema audience. 

“Ohhh, you’ll k-keep me safe!” she cried, “I know it!”

Her own words sent signals of immediate panic to the far more intelligent mind lurking beneath. What the hell kind of statement was that? She was practically begging Lukas Voss to kill her!

Rodney didn’t seem to notice this though, so lost was he in the bliss of sucking on her perfect tits. He’d never been attracted to girls as Ruby, but now he almost couldn’t imagine being into dicks, not with these perfect curves upon him. And in that sexual pleasure, neither Scarlet nor Rodney noticed or heard the heavy, zombified figure of Lukas Voss approach the cabin. The busty scream queen moaned as she writhed against Rodney’s figure, shifting a little so that her back was to the boarded window.

And that was when it happened.

One moment, Scarlet was climaxing as Rodney thrust his enormous cock into her, the next, something else was thrusting from behind, bursting through her stomach in a geyser of blood and impaling into Rodney as well. The pair of them screamed, she in her best performance yet as the machete retracted through her stomach, then thrust back again in a gory recreation of the sexual act.

Rodney leapt back, screaming just like his lover as she was butchered before him. Blood poured from her lips as she reached out for him, but he was already scrambling off of the bed, horrified at the viscera that was now coating his form. More of the boards of the cabin broke, revealing the colossal form of Lukas Voss. He pulled back his machete and stabbed a third time, eliciting one last gasp from Scarlet. Her hands flew to her belly, and she slid down sideways along the wall. There was pain, but not nearly so much as she felt there should have been. Her vision began to dim, but she was conscious long enough to hear the earth-shattering sound of Lukas Voss smashing through the weak wall of the cabin, lurching forward towards a terrified Rodney.

“P-please,” she said, the narrative seizing control of her tongue to get . “S-save me! You can still-”

Lukas turned and rammed the machete in one last time, right through her throat. The poor woman made a horrid death rattle as she expired, leaving Rodney to leap out of the room and start running, his breath a ragged series of terrified gasps. Lukas slowly but implacably advanced, ducking his head beneath the top of the doorway as he moved through his childhood home, vengeance flooding through his rotting heart.

“Aaaaaaaaand SCENE!”

Scarlet blinked. Her body was covered in blood, but suddenly it smelled . . . sweet. The machete in her throat now looked like a prop affixed to it with cunning VFX magic, the kind she was well used to when it came to her far more elaborate stage plays, like the knives and swords from MacBeth. She looked up to her right, surprised to see the aged Gregory Builder with a camera on a tripod, peeking through the destroyed wall Lukas Voss had left in his wake. The witch was beside him, as odious as ever, but clearly enamoured with the technology, running her foul fingers over it.

“And this horror is all captured?” she said in her raspy voice. “It can be witnessed again and again in my hovel, on these televisions?”

“It can indeed!” Builder boasted. “This has to be one of the finest deaths yet. Magnificent performance, Scarlet!”

The witch grinned in her creepy manner. “I knew I made the right call, reaching out to you, Builder.”

Scarlet heard screams throughout the cabin, and further wakes of destruction. Several members of the surviving camera crew moved ahead into the cabin to start recording it. She also noticed that some cameras were rigged up in the cabin already, secretly hidden from sight until this moment. Clearly, the film was still occurring, and she hadn’t really died. She dipped her finger into the blood over stomach and tasted it.

“Dyed corn syrup,” she murmured.

“The best blood in the business! Real blood don’t look like blood on film.”

Scarlet grinned for a moment. She really had thought she was dead. In a sense, she had died: perhaps the single most magnificent performance of her career, even if it was wasted on this schlocky film. But she had still died, in the narrative of the film, at least. And that meant . . .

Scarlet stood suddenly, her pendulous breasts wobbling, freed from any confinement and still covered in sticky red corn syrup. She imagined she was quite a sight.

“Wait, does that mean I’m, like, stuck like this!?” she practically squealed in her Valley Girl-like voice.

The witch grinned maliciously. “Oh yes, my dear. A pact is a pact, and you failed to get away. Looks like you’ll be living the life of a top-heavy cow for the rest of your life!”

Scarlet grimaced. “But - but that’s not fair! I’m, like, a classically trained theatre actor and stuff, not some sex-addicted big-boobied supermodel!”

There was a moment of silence from Gregory Builder, who seemed to be considering something.

“Well, have you thought about a new career as the new Hollywood scream queen? You are very marvellous at it, and no doubt the crowds will pack seats to see you!”

Scarlet pouted, annoyed that this was apparently the best her future could be, and even more annoyed at how oddly appealing such a career could be. Then she noticed that some of the film crew, most of whom had switched genders as well, were rather admiring her naked form, covered in fake blood as it was.

“Can someone, like, get me a fucking wash towel and some clothing already!?”

***

Sabrina and Taylor could hear the high-pitched wailing of Scarlet, followed by the slow advance of Lukas Voss. 

“Holy shit, he’s here!” Sabrina said. “And it makes no sense!”

“It makes perfect sense,” Taylor said, brushing her long hair back and trying to keep her focus. She readied a sharpened stake in one hand. “It’s his childhood home.”

“No, I mean that it makes no sense based off of his walking speed compared to the geographical distance he’s covered. He literally couldn’t have gotten here so fast. Even at a running pace, presuming he was finishing up the various members of the party, it just doesn’t make sense! It’s a fucking plothole, Taylor! He would have to misty step or dimension door just to get here! Trust me, this silly nerdy version of me knows this stuff!”

Taylor grabbed her friend by the shoulders. “Just breathe, Sabrina. We’ll find a way out of here, I promise. We’ll focus on the metanarrative implications later, for now, we need to find a way to safety before-”

CH-CH-CH-CHK-CHK-CHK-RRRRRAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH

Both of them stopped. Sabrina adjusted her glasses nervously.

“Was that a chainsaw?” she asked.

Rrrrrrrrrr-RRAGGGGGHHH!

Taylor pulled her friend back just in time as a chainsaw descended through the floorboards above them, followed by another swipe. Both girls screamed, but Taylor was summoning her new athleticism and confidence, dragging Sabrina back to safety. Something was tousling with Voss above, and suddenly the floorboards burst. Rodney fell from above and collided into the dirty ground of the cabin basement, right on top of one of the splintered shards of a board. It went through his thigh, piercing deeply.

“NGH!” he groaned. “Agghh, fuck, my leg!!”

Above, Voss looked down upon them. His mask leered, the dead visage hidden behind. There was no doubt from Taylor that he was about to descend.

“We need to go!” she shouted. “Sabrina, help me drag him!”

Taylor may have had more endurance in her new body, but one major thing she lacked was that immediate masculine strength. It took her and Sabrina working together with Rodney to pull him back. It was good that they did, because Lukas dropped down with a sudden thud. He advanced towards them, and Taylor immediately realised they didn’t have enough manoeuvring space to get around the shelves of the cabin.

“Hurry!” Rodney cried.

“We need to rotate to get you around!” Sabrina yelled in reply.

But it was too late. Voss was trudging towards them. He reached out a desiccated hand, pulling the cord to start the chainsaw again . . .

. . . only for it not to work. Silently, he looked at the chainsaw, pulled the cord again. Nothing happened. He shook the machine, smashing it against a shelf, which wobbled heavily, disgorging some of its antique contents, which split apart at his heavy feet. Taylor leapt upon this gap.

“Sabrina, turn him sideways a little! Now’s our chance!”

Rodney grunted as they pulled him back. The piece of floorboard was still in his thigh, and he ripped it free in one motion.

“Fuck, that stings! How do we get out of here!”

“No idea,” Sabrina replied. “I might be able to find a way to escape if I can have some time!

They were several shelves away from Voss now, who was being patient. He pulled the cord another time, his elbow crashing against one of the shelves, leaving it to wobble. The sight caught Taylor’s eye, and she took in row after row of the shelves in the dark basement area.

“I have an idea. Sabrina, pull him around here. Now find a space to escape!”

They eased Rodney onto the ground. “S-sorry. Tried to fight him. Stupid idea. Dumb stupid testosterone. Female me wouldn’t be s-so damn s-stupid.”

But Taylor could barely listen. The cord of the chainsaw was yanked by Voss again, and this time it roared to life like a beast howling out from the underworld.

CHK-CHK-CHK-RRRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!

Taylor moved before Voss could. He was four shelves away from them, and she jumped against the one beside her, pressing against it with all her might. It angled to one side, but began to right itself.

“No you DON’T!” she cried, leaping at it again, using the weight of the bear trap to help her. The shelf tipped over, collapsing against the next shelf, which collapsed against the next, which finally tipped the last shelf right on top of Lukas, pinning him down beneath their collective weight. He waved the chainsaw in the air, carving at the wood. His otherworldly strength was enough to already shift some of the weight, but it bought them further time.

“Just have to escape,” she said. “Escape, and we can go back to our bodies - wait, Rodney, where’s Scarlet?”

“He got her!” he announced. “Stuck a fucking machete in her! She’s either dead or stuck like that, if they were telling the truth. And I’d rather not spend the rest of my life with a goddamn cock, no matter how big it is, so let’s get moving!”

Sabrina returned at that exact moment. “I’ve found a way, but you won’t like it!”

She was right, they didn’t. The pit of corpses that had once been Voss’s family sagged down into the ground at the darkest corner of the basement, but it appeared like there was some kind of tunnel, perhaps a drainage pipe, that existed underneath their corpses. It was not a pretty looking sight.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Rodney said.

“Hey, have you got a better idea?” Sabrina asked.

There was a low grunt as Voss began to clear away the shelves. He started the chainsaw again, carving through the woodwork to clear the way back up.

“Fine, fine!” Rodney said. “You girls go first. I’ve got a fucking chivalric complex now, goddamn being a guy.”

Taylor helped Sabrina through. Her friend, once proud and masculine, was a little shivering figure of fear as she army crawled her way through repulsive filth, discarded teeth, nests of spiders and other creepy crawlies that should be mentioned. There was the brief glint of a camera shot pre-prepared for, and it seemed to trigger her narrative ‘voice.’

“No SAT test prepared me for thissss!”

Taylor followed, and finally Rodney. He managed to pass through just in time before Voss’s chainsaw clipped at his boot. The pain in his thigh wasn’t as powerful as it rightly should have been - movie magic, right there - but it certainly debilitated him. He emerged out of the side of the cavern, covered in as much dreck as possible. Oddly - perhaps conveniently - the two girls were dirtied but still looked rather beautiful, their hair messy but clearly not covered in cobwebs and slime. Almost as if the target audience still wanted their female sex appeal.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Rodney said.

Taylor and Sabrina took to either side of him. “C’mon! We gotta go!”

***

They had been moving through the forest as quickly as they could, but their pace was slow due to Rodney’s injury, and slowing all the time. His leg was still bleeding, and the fall had damaged him somehow, making his breath ragged. 

“Stop,” he finally said. “Need to . . . stop.”

“We can’t stop,” Taylor said. “Our only chance is surviving this and getting out, remember? That’s the deal.”

But Rodney just shook his head, pulling away from the girls and sitting on a large nearby rock. “We’re not gonna make it, at least with me in the group. Scarlet was taken by surprise, don’t want the s-same for you two.”

Taylor gaped. “We can’t stop now! Rodney, we’re not leaving you behind. You don’t want to stay a guy, remember?”

“It’s not all b-bad, I guess, but yeah, I don’t. But I’m done already. I’ve seen a few of these shit horror flicks. The strong, admittedly attractive guy never makes it to the end, remember? It’s always the final girl. That’s one of you. I’m done. The best I can do is get my screen time in a heroic last stand and hope - heh - that it gives me a good movie career as a dude. Fuck, this is not how I expected my first day of filming this flick to go.”

Taylor went to say something, but it was Sabrina who put her hand on his shoulder.

“He’s right,” she whispered. “I’d normally stay and fight, if I were the old me, but nerdy girl me has all this math in my head, and no amount of running the numbers gives me a scenario where we can save him and survive. We’ve got to find a place to draw him to us and trap him.”

Taylor swallowed, trying to hold back tears. Sabrina was the same. They looked back to Rodney.

“I’m sorry, Rod,” she said.

He waved a hand. “It’s okay. If it’s any consolation to me, you make a really fucking hot chick, Taylor. You too, Sabrina. So, you know, if we get stuck like this and don’t die die, we should totally shack up and have a threesome later.”

The two girls screwed up their faces.

“Heh, I’m just being an asshole. Easy to appreciate a good pair of tits when I don’t have mine anymore. Besides, having sex is what got me into this mess.”

“Is there anything you can do for me?”

“Yeah, pass me one of those weapons. Any of you got a cigarette.”

Surprisingly, Taylor actually did. She passed it to him, and helped light it.

“Anything else?”

There was a slow trudge from the distant forest line, almost imperceptible. Sabrina grabbed Taylor’s arm, willing to pull her away.

“Yeah,” Rodney said, taking a deep breath of relieving tobacco. “You might want to run now. I’ll hold him off as long as I can. Now fucking run.”

They did, pelting away into the darkness to areas unknown. Rodney took another drag of his cigarette as the best approached. Voss was like a demon now, moving through the darkness like a living shadow.

“Come on, you bastard!” Rodney shouted, standing shakily on his legs. “I’m getting stuck as a guy for the rest of my life, so why don’t you come over here and let me fuck you with this stick of mine!”

He waved his weapon, which was a long spear for fishing. As if taking on the challenge, Voss stepped out from the shadow, his body caked in the blood of Rodney’s former lover. He extended out the chainsaw, letting it rattle in a low hum before making it roar to life. To his credit, and for all the hidden cameras around him, Rodney laughed.

“Bring it, you fucking drowned creep! I’ll drag you back to the swamp you rose from!”

Voss’ mask turned, almost as if simply impressed by his bravery. Then, with a sudden lurch forward, he swung his chainsaw. Rodney roared, readying his weapon to greet the fiend.

To Be Continued . . .