"It’s time. Begin the chant. May spirits protect us this foul Hallow's Eve."
Seven voices wove the chorus, and seven sigils glowed upon the table. Seven sisters at the seven points of the septigram raised their hands, and the background noise of the Phi-Kappa-Delta sorority house transformed.
Laughter and conversation became confused tumult, then terrified cacophony. Moments later the screams faded, and Sabrina ceased her sister's chanting.
"We should corral them, before the demons arrive," she said, adjusting her pilgrim’s cowl. Five sisters nodded. The sixth, Bethany, hesitated.
"Must we do this?" she asked, her magical girl twin-tails drooping. "So many innocents. Our classmates! Our friends?!"
"Demons come," said dark-haired Bellatrix, waving her movie-accurate wand. "It’s their first incursion since the 1600's, in unprecedented numbers. Even one surviving means millions will die. Countries could fall, even civilization itself!"
"But sacrificing innocents? There has to-"
"We knew the stakes," Sabrina said, her tranquil voice ending the argument. "Only demons possessing a body can be harmed, and our spells imprison them in a vessel until it is destroyed. Our working directs all Earth-bound demons among the returning spirits to this sorority house, and forces them into the prepared vessels-"
"Not vessels! They're people! We invited them, and they came. We are hosts! The rules of hospitality..." Bethany's protest faltered, and Sabrina understood she wasn't arguing, but rather working through her guilt. Still, Sabrina admitted, her comment on hospitality had merit. After tonight, the sisters were surely damned.
"Enough," said robe-wearing Hecate. "We mourn later. For now, danger remains. Let us collect the vessels. Settle your stomachs before the demons arrive."
The Ravenwatch Coven descended from the attic, and coaxed tiny, two-inch-tall sorority sisters and their guests from hiding. Half-truths helped - "I was upstairs, whatever did this didn't reach me" - while force accomplished the rest.
An hour later, bunnygirl Ashlyn and aarakocra cosplayer Raevin stood around tiny-filled bowls and a plastic kiddiepool atop a dining room table cluttered with Halloween decorations.
Vessels were taken from the collection bowls, marked on the guest list, then stripped and added to the kiddiepool. When the bowls were empty, only two names were unmarked.
"Are we missing any?" Bethany asked.
“Chad Smith, aaaand... Ah, Kelly Richards," Raevin answered. "Figures the quarterback and cheer-captain are missing. Has anyone double-checked the bedrooms?"
"Evelynn," Ashlyn said, "though I doubt they’re together. Chad cheated on Kelly's BFF, so she turned him down. Repeatedly."
“But Evelynn was crushing on Kelly, despite being treated like shit," Raevin argued. "Watch the vessels, I'll check on Evelynn."
In the farthest bedroom, atop a rumpled, pink fuck-blanket, lay Evelynn. Tits out and demoness costume stripped below the waist, her hands massaged her chest while two-inch-tall Chad humped her puffy, glistening vulva. Though tiny, Raevin admired Chad's stamina as he pounded Evelynn's massive pussy.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Raevin asked, amused. "Is he even doing anything for you?"
"It's payback," Evelynn said. Chad redoubled his thrusting. "But yeah, he is, thanks to my gorgeous new fucktoy."
Framed in the supple embrace of Evelynn's clenching vulva, Raevin spotted a tiny, toned ass. Cheer-captain Kelly was bent in half and shoved into Evelynn’s hungry, jealous cunt.
Raevin watched with morbid curiosity as Chad pounded the tiny red ass. It almost disappeared into Evelynn with every thrust, but never completely. After every thrust Evelynn clenched her Kegels to reset the cheerleader for Chad's next hammer blow.
"Look," Raevin began, stepping away. "I get you're busy with, uh, this, but finish up. Demons will be here in thirty, and I'd feel better if all vessels were in the weakening spell by then."
Evelynn saluted, slipped her fingers under Chad, and firmly pushed Kelly deep inside herself. “Get inside me you beautiful, hateful bitch,” she moaned, then groaned louder when Chad was forced to follow.
Loud, staccato cries of pleasure followed Raevin as she left, and Evelynn's orgasmic wails echoed to the common room.
Fifteen minutes later the sisters were dressed and assembled around a pool of naked college students. Every tiny cried, complained, or was too overwhelmed to move. Two pungent vessels seemed worse off than the others.
"How much time remains?" Bellatrix asked.
"It's two ‘til eleven, so fifteen minutes," Bethany said in a hollow, but even voice, despite the tears upon her face. Her fingers were in the pool, caressing her boyfriend's naked back. Despite a passionate yet vague warning to stay home, he had shown up to surprise her. Sabrina smiled at the sight.
"I'll make one last check of the seals," Sabrina announced, and adjuster her pilgrim’s dress. "This is too important. We've sacrificed enough; I want no mistakes. None shall escape this trap."
Her sisters nodded, eyes roaming the vessels. Not all would be irreversibly possessed by demons, but demons were masters of deception. Extraneous vessels would be indistinguishable from cunning demons. All must be consumed to foil the demonic invasion.
In the ritual room, Sabrina lifted an hourglass. It had lain with sand deliberately split between the chambers. Sabrina raised it and her eyes shone deep red, the glow mirrored within the hourglass. She set it upright and top-heavy, centered on the septigram. The glowing sand fell, and thin, oppressive red rings surrounded each of the seven yellow sigils glowing upon the table. With every grain, the red bands spread imperceptibly closer to the sigils’ centers.
"Plenty of time," Sabrina purred. She left, but paused to lock the attic door. She reset the combination with a dark chuckle, then turned each dial four clicks, now reading 0-0-0.
Downstairs, all the sisters had their hands among the vessels. Ashlyn, like Bethany, comforted a weeping tiny; Sabrina recognized her chemistry TA. Belletrix and Hecate demonstrated their magic for doomed friends, shooting sparks or levitating tinies. It conjured excitement and mystery to ease their final hour.
Raevin and Evelynn, however, tormented jocks and cheerleaders, pairing off men and women who hated each other and forcing them to fuck in front of everyone.
Raevin had two thick-thighed bases laying with legs spread atop a petite pair of kneeling fliers, their arms shaking. A linebacker and a tight end each claimed an exposed cheerleader, and by Raevin's direction railed them with abandon. Raevin even alternated finger taps on the jocks' asses to speed them up and add some oomph to their efforts.
Evelynn encircled jocks around kneeling cheerleaders, and perky tits and slobbering tongues workedg the jocks to the edge of orgasm. Ready to blow, they finished in Kelly’s cum-covered mouth as she rode Chad like a racehorse. Eager cocks speared her lips, and tortured groans released their loads. Choking the cheerleader did not interrupt her wild riding, and Sabrina detected a motive spell at play.
Sabrina was pleased with events thus far. She found perverse delight in this debaucherous prelude to carnage.
Chad bellowed his release as the sorority house lights flickered and dimmed. The Coven jerked their hands from the pool, though Sabrina noticed Bethany's hand was not empty. Its contents went directly into her costume's belt pouch.
As the lights dimmed further, a bright, yellow pattern illuminated the floor of the pool, prompting vessels to scream and cry. Above the commotion of the living arose a keening wail, swelling to a cacophony of forlorn cries and sepulchral caterwauling no living soul could vocalize. Shadows, indistinct and ephemeral, arose from the pool. They were joined by figments of icy blue and bone white. The pale specters circled the room before passing through the walls. Oleaginous smears of ectoplasm marked their passing.
Though most ghosts departed, the frosty phantoms drifted towards the sisters. One extended a wispy claw, but golden aura radiated from Raevin, and the figure screeched and fled, shattering the window.
The dark figures sank into the shadows, the room’s dark corners roiling with malevolent despair. Ashlyn cursed, then chanted an abjuration. The darkness quickly settled, though the shadows were deeper than before.
Then came sounds of roaring flame, clacking chitin, and malicious laughter. An evil red aura filled the pool, and terrified cries of the vessels merged with tortured shrieks. The aura was constrained to seven inches above the pool, and it rapidly concentrated around the tiny guests. Then the golden pattern on the pool bottom shone, piercing the red aura. The deluge of rising spirits slowed to a trickle, then ceased. The red aura faded, and the vessels grew quiet.
"Is it over?" Bellatrix asked, wand pointing at the closest remaining spirits.
"Not quite," Sabrina said, her eager gaze upon the human sacrifices.
There was a crackling sound, then the screaming in the pool resumed. Many vessels began transforming, assuming twisted, demonic forms. Some turned red growing horns and a tail, others were encased in black carapace. Some shrank to a half-inch tall, now skeletally thin with leathery wings.
The sorority’s advisor swelled into a towering six-inch monstrosity, and immediately grabbed the nearest vessels. One hand shoved a woman up her blubbery, drooling cunt, and another fed a cute nerd to her ass. A third grabbed a smaller demon and pressed it to her bulbous breast, where the oozing nipple swallowed its prey. The fourth arm shoved a cheerleader down her throat.
Similar monsters wreaked havoc among the humans, though Sabrina saw one 'terrified' vessel pull another into a kiss, slurping his soul before running away. The witches had no reliable method to tell which were demons and which were victims, and so, as Sabrina pre-ordained, all tinies must be destroyed. The fact she could detect demonic possession was a secret tightly kept.
Bethany, horrified by the carnage, slammed her fist into the pool.
"Enough!" she shouted, her hand splattering a goat-legged demon. Everyone froze, the demons just noticing their predicament as toy-sized prisoners of the coven. A cloud of red mist seeped from the crushed demon and engulfed a nearby man. He screamed in anguish as his muscles gained definition, his skin reddened, horns sprouted, and his fuzzy legs grew cloven hooves.
"Thank you, Bethany," Sabrina said. She loomed over the pool. "Welcome, hellspawn, into my coven's trap. Our magic gathered your demonic essence into these suppressed vessels, limiting your power to the physical abilities of your puny scale, and ending your invasion of Earth before it began." Sabrina cast her senses over the crowd, turning her attention to a couple devoid of demonic energies. "To the humans caught in our trap, you have my apologies. We knew not which demons arrived tonight, and my sisters cannot confirm who’s possessed, and who’s collateral. I'm sorry, but you will perish with the demons. It's the only way to be sure."
Screaming resumed, alongside inhuman roars and demonic cursing. Sabrina nodded to her sisters, and picked up a demonic slime-girl that was once her lab partner. Sabrina slurped her up without hesitation, savoring the gelatinous texture, if not the sulfurous aftertaste. When she swallowed, her sisters joined the feast.
Their expressions were mixed, some delighted, some horrified, and Evelynn creamed herself tonguing the pussy of the succubus that possessed cheer-captain Kelly.
"Remember to consume the whole body, and not to break them," Sabrina said, looking pointedly at Belletrix. The demoness she just choked down had the lower body of a spider, and a chitinous leg was still caught in her teeth.
Sabrina paced herself, reluctant to eat most demons herself. She focused on humans, or lustful incubi and succubi. A lamia embodying envy and lust molested a human woman, and Sabrina grabbed the demon by its six-inch tail. She lifted the demon with its voluptuous feminine torso and unwilling passenger wrapped in her six, toned arms. The demon startled when Sabrina’s sexy mouth opened below it, and dropped the woman on Sabrina's tongue.
Sabrina appreciated the woman’s taste, her tongue’s caresses detecting fear and involuntary arousal. She swallowed, and the demon's feminine torso followed. Sabrina savored this one. She let her sisters consume more of the demons and, unwittingly, the humans. Only when Ashlyn looked questioningly at her did Sabrina swallow, slurping the tail like spaghetti.
Sabrina next grabbed a women's hockey player devoid of demonic energy. Sabrina surreptitiously dropped her to the floor, where the tiny struggled to breathe. Sabrina’s leg blurred, and her blood-red foot descended upon the tiny's back. Crimson toes curled over the winded woman's shoulders, wicked nails rending furrows in the floor. A contemptuous sneer parted Sabrina's lips, and her weight shifted. The tiny flattened with a satisfying crunch, now an imperceptible stain on Sabrina's sole.
These scenes continued, witches consuming demons and humans alike. Sabrina focused on lust-filled demons, or slipped humans inside her with her hidden tail. She even stole Bethany's belt pouch while the crying girl choked down her still-human roommate.
Some sisters relished their grim task, while others fought their gorge to do their duty, but in thirty minutes the pool was empty.
As Evelynn choked down the six-inch monstrosity they’d 'overlooked' until the end, Hecate belched and nodded approvingly.
"Our task is complete. May their souls find rest in the world beyond."
"Not quite," Sabrina said, and her tone drew six wary, weary looks. "Bethany seems to have forgotten one." Sabrina opened the belt pouch, and Bethany paled as her boyfriend was lifted from the pouch.
"Bethany," Hecate said coldly, tone damning. "Your naivety has endangered not just the sisterhood, but the entire world. We cannot risk a demon roaming free."
"I agree," said Sabrina, with a coy smirk. "This vessel must be disposed of. Sisters, should Bethany prove her conviction with an act of contrition?" There were approving nods and murmurs all around. "We agree. Sister, open wide. You have one last service to perform for your coven."
Sabrina suppressed a grin when only Raevin noticed the finality of that phrasing. She didn't have to suppress it long, as her own scheming interfered with her fun.
Up in the ritual room, the final grains of sand fell, and the sigils turned completely red.
Down in the dining room, the sisters screamed as their magical defenses failed to react to their own castings, corrupted though they were by the demon already among them. The women dwindled away, and Sabrina wasted no time collecting them in the pool. Their sizes now ranged from a three-inch-tall Bethany to a thirteen-inch-tall Raevin.
"Sabrina! What happened? What are you doing?" asked Hecate, but she was ignored.
"Oh, Bethany dear, did the demonic forms repulse you, or did you have a taste for your fellow humans?" Sabrina taunted. "I regret I wasn't fast enough to feed you your human lover, but you ate so many innocents I’m dripping with excitement. And you, Raevin. I can tell you enjoyed the grotesqueries of the demon-possessed. You consumed more demonic energy than your sisters combined. I'm so proud of you." Sabrina used a finger to give Raevin headpats, then ran a wicked black nail gently down her front and between her naked breasts, leaving a hair-thin trail of blood in its wake. All eyes were on the finger when it transformed from the manicured nail of a sorority sister, and now the trapped witches followed the crimson digit along the arm and up to Sabrina's true form.
Blood-red skin was on full display, as were voluptuous curves and glowing red eyes with heart-shaped pupils. Wicked horns curved over voluminous black hair, and a spaded tail swished behind her. Sabrina loomed over her betrayed coven like a demonic goddess. Elegant fingers trailed wicked nails over massive, perky breasts, submerging Bethany's boyfriend in the cleavage before tweaking hot-pink nipples. Those gorgeous hands caressed a washboard stomach, then converged on a bare, tattooed pubis. Sabrina bent at the waist, hovering her bodacious breasts over the edge of the pool, as a pair of tiny feet protruded from the forbidden valley.
"Oh? Everyone's staring. Is there something on my face?" Sabrina joked. She gave herself a long, mocking once-over. "Ah, yes, I forgot to mention. That demon invasion in the late seventeenth century? It might have been more successful than anyone realized. Perhaps that demon survived the witch hunt, and eventually consumed enough souls to manifest without a vessel. Perhaps she proceeded to invite the next demonic invasion, only to realize that feeding demonic energy to humans would concentrate and de-aspect that power, priming it for absorption."
"W-what are you saying?" Hecate asked.
Sabrina ignored Hecate and grabbed tiny Bethany. She licked the naked witch, paying attention to her erogenous zones, and arousing her with a skilled and experienced forked tongue. She brought little Bethany to the brink, but before she reached orgasm, she retrieved Bethany's boyfriend from her cleavage, setting him beside his clam-jammed lover.
“Terrence, do you love Bethany?”
He gulped, and nodded vigorously. “I do.”
Sabrina leaned closer, eyes glowing.
“And me?”
“I worship you,” he said without hesitation. “I'd give everything for you!”
Sabrina raised an eyebrow. “Including your lover?”
“Gladly, Mistress!”
Sabrina nodded. “Then fuck her good and feed her to me.”
Sabrina held her hand against her chin, and Terrence bent Bethany over Sabrina's lip. The coven watched their sister’s tiny boyfriend fuck her raw in the mouth of a horny demoness. When Bethany came, they watched her squirming outline descend behind those perfect breasts. Terrence’s smaller outline followed blissfully moments later.
A burst of lust-attuned demonic energy flooded Sabrina, and she grew to nine feet tall as she fought to maintain a reduced size. The energy from the smallest witch increased her maximum height from twelve to forty feet tall. She reigned in her expanded lust-aura, lest it provoke a campus-wide orgy unseen since her progenitor burned Rome.
The towering Sabrina burped, giggled, and finally answered Hecate.
"You are now my playthings, until I digest you one-by-one. Know that whomever pleases me least will feed me next. You’re no longer human, you're demonic energy bars fueling my conquest of Earth. Now, deep breath, Raevin," she said, grabbing the girl while spreading her glistening labia. "Enjoy the plushest seats to watch this demon’s rise."