Wedding Mayhem, Part 5 (Multi TFTG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for TG Sorcerer

Jace and his fiancee Harper are getting married. It is a small, low-budget event with only friends and immediate family invited, but when a vengeful ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend crash the event with new magical powers, the most romantic day of Jace and Harper’s lives turns to pure chaos as their wedding party is transformed, followed by them too!

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Wedding Mayhem, Part 5

A year had passed. Jacob and Samantha had spent much of that time planning their wedding, right down to the smallest splash of colour and theme. Just as they had stated during their magical gatecrashing, the pair had ‘purchased’ a gorgeous rural manor with a rustic country aesthetic and attached farm. They lived splendidly, enjoying the creature comforts the warlock and witch selfishly believed they deserved. They were served at every opportunity by their handsome butler Hugo, formerly Harper, and their sexy French maid Juliet, formerly Jace, and they had not gotten sick of tormenting the pair of them.

“Juliet, make sure you clean the manor from top to bottom! I want to see it all dusted. Oh, and do so naked, ha!”

“Hugo, my darling wife is feeling in the mood, but frankly I’m a little tired. Go make sure she gets a good dicking, will you? Oh, and make sure to do all the naughty things she’s into!”

“Ah, the lovely not-quite married pair. Make sure to go tend to Paris today. Juliet, I’ll have you milk her - udder and breasts, thank you. And Hugo, I’m sure you can assist with her coming birth. She just started labor and is calling for help. Looks like her little anthro baby and calf are finally going to arrive!”

And so on. Hugo and Juliet lived a life of torment. They were both incredibly good looking, both in good health, and according to Jacob and Samantha they wouldn’t age a day, being practically immortal just like the Hell-empowered pair. But they were never able to truly be together. Never able to express love beyond the occasional wistful glance or whispered word, or a private conversation reminiscing on old times. Instead, the only sex they had was in pleasing their new masters, and it was rare that all four were in bed together. During those rare times, Hugo and Juliet took what pleasure they could from their love’s own bliss, both pretending they were truly making love to one another.

There were some small ways to cope, of course. Hugo remained an animal lover, and while the former woman couldn’t become a veterinarian anytime soon, he did his best to tend to the animals of the farm, even if it was a little outside his butlerian duties. His friendship with Paris remained: the poor woman had it even worse, arguably. She was still a huge, permanently lactating cowtaur, and by Samantha and Jacob’s rules wasn’t even allowed the dignity of clothing.

“She has fur all over her, that should be enough!” Samantha had declared.

“Besides, I rather like the look of her naked,” Jacob added.

“Oh, you handsome naughty devil, you!”

So Hugo helped to milk her udder, since Paris couldn’t reach it herself, and to take care of both her anthro cowgirl daughter Miriam. She was an adorable little innocent, with a cute little nascent udder poking through her white fur. She even had her mother’s horns and tail and hooves, but was otherwise humanoid. Of course, Paris had also given birth to an entire regular cow calf. That had been an ordeal. And not too long after, Jacob had made sure that she’d been re-impregnated by the bulltaur they had, much to the poor woman’s grief. The only good thing out of it was that her husband was the bulltaur, not that it made it any less embarrassing. Her life had become one of constant milking for the farm’s profit: she was always overladen with her produce.

Special care was taken, naturally, to the farm animals on site. Hugo knew which ones had been formerly human, including his own poor parents. His mother seemed not unhappy mounting the many mares on the farm, but his father had to be regularly milked, and was currently full with his first calf. That had to be hard. He often took Juliet, when she wasn’t cleaning, to see her own parents. Her mother was a clucking chicken, of course, and one that laid half a dozen eggs every single day. Being with her was difficult, but she often held the hen and soothed her. Her father, surprisingly, at least had a good humour about the situation, gallows as it was. Being a pig - a sow who had already laid one full litter of piglets - he/she managed to communicate by making markings in the mud and snorting in response to queries - one for yes and two for no. The chicken was catching on, and soon conversation was possible with all parents, though they were as trapped as the tragic couple still.

Others had fared just as strangely, poorly, and uncomfortably during the interval before Jacob and Samantha’s wedding. Brendan, the former best man, was now Braezera, the sexy red-skinned succubus. She was a continually lustful individual, confined to Hell itself to please all manner of demons and devils. It disgusted her how degraded she was, and yet every time she used her breasts, her pussy, her wings, her tongue, her tail, her anything to please, the fires within her were able to abate. The bliss was undeniable, and even more so when petty mortals summoned her to make love. She literally needed sex to survive, and could barely remember what it was like to be a man anymore. To have a dick anymore. She simply fed off of sex, moaning ecstatically as the hell within her was quenched for a short time.

Freddie and Lila, meanwhile, had it slightly better. The two-headed hermaphroditic giant was treated as a god/goddess by the remote island tribe they had been sent to. With their four arms, two heads, and seven feet of height along with their impressive strength, it was easy to see why they would be worshipped. Of course, that also came with numerous other complications, including having to learn the local customs, language, and dress in an outfit that did little to hide their strange new body. At least they were well-fed, though modern amenities they enjoyed - especially social media for Lila - was no longer a possibility. And while Freddie pined for his partyboy days, the best he could hope for was to get himself and Lila off, an act that could be as embarrassing as it was satisfying. At least the village people were coming around to the idea that gods could be bedded, because the pair of them argued as much as they made up.

Tommy, of course, did not enjoy her new life. Stuck as the sexy stripper Tina, she was constantly having work done to make her body even more plastic and attractive to the denizens of the dive bars she performed at. No act was too lewd or erotic for her, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make her own proper voice heard. Instead she spoke in her constantly flirtatious and sensual manner, always teasing men.

“Oh honey, I know what you like. Let me show you,” and so on.

Of course, this reached its crescendo when she gave private lap dances, or let men fuck her after a show for some extra cash. She’d already had two boob jobs and injections into her ass to make it even fuller. There were no signs of stopping either; she was the star attraction and drawing bigger, more chauvinistic crowds every day. To the quite religious former man, it was pure hell.

Thankfully, these personal hells ended, or were at least briefly halted, almost exactly a year after the tragic events of Harper and Jace’s wedding mayhem. Just as they had promised, there was a flash of light, and each of them were disappeared from their current realms. Braezera was quite shocked: she was in the middle of being ploughed by a demon who had two cocks, and she was wailing in delirious delight as both her holes were filled.

WOOSH

Each of them found themselves outside, a country barn beside them, and several gorgeous fields to the right. Further away was the manor, and right before them were several rows of seats filled with animals, including a cow, stallion, pregnant sow and fat chicken.

“What the actual fucking fuck?” Braezara asked. “Why am I wearing a freakin’ dress? Where are we? Wait! Lila and Freddie?”

“That’s us,” they said as one. They looked down. “Why are we wearing a suit? One with a kilt!? Paris, what’s going on?”

Paris was beside them, finally wearing clothing again; a dress tailored to her cowtaur proportions, will thick maternity bra to absorb her endless leakage. Her udder was not so covered.

“Oh my God, it’s so good to see you again! I didn’t know if they’d actually bring you back. I missed you so much!”

“We missed you too - both our heads. But what is this? It looks like Harper and Jace’s wedding? Are they okay?”

Another flash, and Tina appeared. She was in the arch, and likewise wearing a dress. She looked plastic as hell, and for once she was able to speak her words again, albeit strained through a sexy voice.

“F-finally, I’m back!” she declared. “This has been hell, absolute fucking delicious hell. I’ve been dancing for hot, sweaty, gorgeous hunks for far too long! Tell me this Satanic evil is ended, otherwise I’ll be fucking sooooo many hot dudes again!”

“Fuck, it’s Tommy,” Braezera said.

“How do you know?” Paris asked, followed by the two-headed Freddie and Lila.

But the former best man’s mind was working fast. “This is a recreation of the wedding. Look! It’s styled almost exactly the same, but with red and black instead of cream and green. This lady is exactly where Tommy stood. And she talks like him, sorta.”

“It is me,” she declared sadly. “I’ve been turned into a sexy, cock-sucking stripper bimbo!”

“I’m so sorry Tommy. But Brendan, you’re right!” Paris declared. “This is the same wedding setup, but with a kind of ‘hell’ theme. They’ve been preparing it for some time.”

“But where are - oh my God, we’re the bridesmaids and grooms again,” Freddie and Lila noted, finishing the sentence together.

“And we’re the best man and maid of honour,” came a low voice.

The figures turned, and their eyes went wide, except for Paris, who knew what to expect after being flashed from the field to here. Hugo and Juliet were walking arm in arm, but not in a romantic way. Instead, they adopted the positions of the maid of honour and groom, close together but always kept apart, their eyes facing towards the animals that were their parents.

“No way,” Braezera said. “Harper? Jace? You got gender switched too!? At least you haven’t been taking demon cock for a year. God, I could fucking get more demon cock right now. I’m so fucking horny already. Being a succubus is hard goddamned work. Goddamned literally.”

“It’s good to see you,” Hugo said. “Good to see you all. I’m so sorry about this. We’ve tried to fight them for a year, but they use us and make us clean and force us to be servants. Paris has had to be milked, and our parents . . .”

They indicated to the creatures ahead, and the group fell silent.

“I’m so sorry,” Lila said. “I guess me and Freddie had it easier, compared.”

“Not that it’s been that great,” Freddie replied.

“Oh, but it can always get worse!” came a taunting voice.

Juliet sighed, knowing full well the taunts of Samantha by now. Her former girlfriend waved to the French maid with amusement as she placed herself at the end of the aisle. Jacob, on the other hand, walked up to stand by Tina, ready to receive her. Juliet could have mocked them if she had the power: it was clear they didn’t have real friends with their toxic personalities, just people to control and taunt. Otherwise, where were the other guests? Not that it seemed to dull their enjoyment: Samantha was wearing an all-black wedding dress that radiated a kind of gothic evil, while Jacob was adorned in a blood red suit, his hair styled with small ‘horns’. They were clearly playing to the theme: they’d even set their magic book that had caused all this insanity on a little altar for all to see, as if it were the registry.

“Well, well, glad you could all make it,” he said, smirking.
“Fuck you,” Braezera replied.

“Says the woman who’s been fucked by every citizen of Hell for the last year.”

“Please, just give us our lives back!” Freddie cried.

“Yeah!” Lila added.

“Not a chance. You’re just here to witness true happiness. The happiness you all tried to deny us. Now, you’re going to watch my midnight bride walk the aisle and marry me, all while Tina weds us. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Tina bit her lip. “O-of course. No! I don’t want to. You are both cursed, but I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you want.”

It was clear she was humiliated, but had no choice but to go along with it. Jacob chuckled, and signalled for Samantha to begin walking ahead. With a flourish of crimson magic from his hand a set of invisible instruments played, a dark symphony to match the usual wedding theme. She walked forwards proudly, holding some dead flowers and mocking the animals as she passed.

“Oh, looking very good there, my lovely sow! Much better than a Dad to a useless man who wasn’t worthy of me! Oh, and I see some more eggs! I love being a normal farmgirl, ha!”

All the changed individuals were forced to grit their teeth and hold their breath, hating the pair with every fibre of their being, yet unable to change anything. Samantha stood next to Jacob, who looked at her with twisted love, and the two held hands while Juliet was forced to hold the flowers. Tina was forced to make a mockery of an officiant’s proceedings. Paris squirmed as her udder leaked milk. Braezara rubbed her thighs together, already needing to be fucked so badly again for her necessary life force. Tina felt an urge to dance before the crowd, and Samantha occasionally teased her when she stumbled with her words.

“Don’t worry, Tina the stripper. You’ll get your chance to perform for us at the reception. We’re looking forward to a very lewd performance from a woman who used to be such a prude of a man. Now don’t stop, we’re nearly to the ‘I do’s!”

Tina creased her brow and tried to force her way through it. But none of them were as angry and aghast as Juliet and Hugo. They’d known this wedding was coming, but seeing it now provided a sense of outrage and fury that both thought they were too desensitised to feel. Juliet clenched her fists, wishing she was still a tall fit man. Hugo wanted violence also, despite being such a peace lover before.

“May I have the rings, please? Rings, you sexy maid and butler?”

The forced-apart pair managed to get the rings out and pass them over, hands shaking in anger, but forced to go along with orders from their masters.

“Why thank you, my former lover,” Samantha teased at Juliet.

“And thank you also, former lover,” Jacob repeated to Hugo.

They turned back to face one another, holding their rings, ready to close the deal. The rings, naturally, were of a red glowing brass, infused with their hell magic.

“If - if anyone is to object to this unholy union,” Tina announced, “please s-speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

Everyone waited for an interruption, hoping for some rain upon this parade. But the sneering warlock and witch simply smirked with amusement as nothing happened.

“Well, I guess we can say we’re all on board with this!” Samantha exclaimed.

“Far better than that other wedding!” Jacob laughed.

But then, out of nowhere, the ground began to shake. Paris stepped back, her four hooves shifting her away from the splitting ground. Freddie and Lila jumped backwards, causing the ground to shake further; their body was at least well coordinated. The various animals fled from their seats, moving away from the enormous put that was opening in the earth. Hugo clutched Juliet for the first time in a year as flames shot forth from the ground, bright red and unbelievably hot.

“I’ve got you, my love!” he cried, and to his shock he was actually able to say the words. Juliet clutched to him.

“And I have you! What’s happening!?”

Neither Samantha and Jacob had any idea to judge from the terror in her eyes. It was Tina who cried out in horror, knowing what this was.

“A hell gate!” she cried. “This is soooo not sexy!”

Indeed, the flames converged into a great pair of hands made of pure fire. They extended outwards, causing the entire congregation to shriek, but instead they snatched up the warlock and witch, raising them into the air. They squirmed and cried out, trying to use their magic, but a third hand of flame grabbed their unholy magic book and sucked it right down to Hell itself.

‘THOU HAST HAD THINE FUN. THE BARGAIN STRUCK IS ACCOMPLISHED. THE YEAR IS ENDETH. NOW THE DEBT IS TO BE PAID. IT SHALL BE ONE OF ETERNITY, SAMANTHA AND JACOB.’

The voice was dreadful, malformed and wrong. Samantha and Jacob reached out not for one another, but instead to Hugo and Juliet.

“Please, save us Hugo! You know I just wanted to treat you right! I made a mistake! I wanted to be with you again properly! I swear!”

“Juliet, I never meant for this! I still love you, Jace! I just wanted you to know how I felt! I swear I was going to turn you back!”

But the butler and French maid just clung to one another, glaring viciously. With a great cry the villainous pair were pulled into the pit, still screaming. The smoke bellowed back in reverse, and then the ground closed after them, the echoes of their cries lingering only for a moment. The earth was as if it had all never happened.

“Oh sh-shit,” Braezera said. “That was the ninth layer. Yeah, those two are megafucked.”

There was a long pause as the various attendants waited. There was a hope, perhaps, that they would go back to normal. That Paris would no longer have a permanently lactating udder, or that Lila and Freddie could have their own separate lives, or that Tina could be a respectable minister again, and not an innuendo-laden plastic bimbo. But the wind whistled through the silence, and nothing changed.

Nothing, except for the fact that Juliet and Hugo were holding one another, and that none of them were being sent back to their separate realms. The two former loves stared into one another’s eyes, uncertain if they had truly broken the mental part of the curse. They hadn’t dared tried to even kiss in those minutes of relief, for fear that they would find the magical barrier between them rising up again as usual.

“Is it over?” Hugo asked. “Even if we don’t turn back, is it over?”

“I f-feel pretty goddamn horny still,” Braezera said, rubbing her red breasts under her dress. “But not, you know, quite as bad as before.”

“I can hold off on my sexy dancing,” Tina added. “I don’t think I’ll be a minister again anytime soon, but I might not have to dance all the time. Part time, maybe.”

“Oh my God, I can talk!” came a voice.

Various heads turned.

“Was that the pig?” Freddie asked.

“Who are you calling pig, mister? I’m the groom’s father! Well, I’m kind of the mother now, I guess.”

“I’m the mother, dear,” said the chicken.

Tears came flowing from Juliet’s eyes, and then from Hugo’s as their parents gained speech. They weren’t bodily changing back, but at least this was a small benefit. They could operate like people again; at least more than they had been.

“This is a miracle,” Hugo said.

“A hell miracle,” the succubi said. “Which means it’s only a half miracle.”

“I’ll take half,” Juliet said. “But Hugo, does that mean I - that we . . .”

She could barely say the words: that we can be together again, even if I’m the woman now and you the man?

Hugo turned to her, and noticed that the congregation of transformees were nodding, egging him on to at least try. He cupped her chin, something he’d never been able to do before. His heart beat rapidly, and so did hers. It was, in many ways, the lead up to the kiss that would have sealed their marriage before it all went to mayhem. And was this not, in a way, just another wedding ceremony? All the same people were in attendance, even if they were rather altered.

“Kiss me, my love,” he said, drawing his lips nearer.

Everyone moved a little closer to see if they would.

The End