Contorted Costumed Corpses
By: Monica Vix
Hustle and bustle were the only themes of this erratic costume party. It was in a large home
typically reserved for BDSM parties, all decorated with lively yet cliché black, orange, and purple
colors all over the place. Streamers, cups, and even carpets were in these hues! The only point of
interest was the loud and noisy crowd, who filled every square inch of the venue. Seats were so full that
even the not so horny patrons of the party took seats in each other’s laps! Drinks splashed all over the
place. Heated bodies pressed up against one another in varying levels of revealing outfits. Fur, scales,
and feathers were almost blinding with the number of them!
A cute little brown mouse sat quietly in the corner. Her chocolate fur blended in with the
scarecrow decorations, the camera in her lap going unused. Tepid’s jade eyes darted across the room,
looking at each and every party goer through her wire framed glasses. Every third one was drunk. The
party hasn’t even gone on an hour and they found a way to get hammered to hell and back. A simple
black and white suit over her body hid her relatively flat chest and muscular form, even as she shifted
her legs around to get comfortable.
There had to be something the cute little mouse could do. Somewhere quiet just to take pictures
of these amazing costumes and cosplays. Some of the people put no effort into it, like a brown bunny
who wore sunglasses and a sagging jacket, but others? Wow, some of these people knew how to get it!
Jade eyes spied an orange cat standing tall with a blue trench coat and uniform. From the perfectly
posed hair and a wrapped rifle prop, there was no trouble seeing the Fullmetal Alchemist fan
cosplaying Riza Hawkeye!
The only issue were all the people. Tepid grew tired of this quickly, simply wanting to take
pictures of great costumes and cosplay artists for her collection and to perhaps gain a few tips. But how
could that be done in this place?! There was no way to get a moment of respite from the frantic nature
of the party. It was frustrating. Irritating. The fact that there was nothing to do here but be overwhelmed
by people and noise made anger boil in the small frame of the mouse.
With a huff, the small and violent mouse pulled herself to her feet. The brown mouse pushed
through the crowd and walking up to the cosplayer, who seemed a little more than distracted. No one
was watching. The cute cat girl wasn’t aware. Small brown hands wrapped around the pale orange
furred neck, holding onto the almost white muzzle with another paw.
Snap! With just a quick twist and pop of the neck, the feline was falling back into the waiting
arms of the mouse. Despite being small, the sturdy and strong mouse began to heave the girl out of the
crowd. Not a soul even noticed! A little bit of controlled violence got Tepid what she wanted: a perfect
model to sit still and be pretty for her to take a few pictures of. All Tepid had to do was flash a quick
smile and slightly concerned expression and people just let her walk on by towards staircase. Upstairs,
there were little side rooms reserved for… more private parties, as is common with homes used for
BDSM parties.
Tepid heaved and tugged the body up the stairs slowly but surely, keeping the Hawkeye girl nice
and close to her body. The staircase wasn’t crowded, which made the task of hiding the body without
making too much of a scene somewhat challenging at best. Heaving and dragging the body up to the

top caught a few eyes. By accident, Tepid got the wrapped rifle prop of the dead Hawkeye girl hooking
the back of another woman’s ankle, making her tumble and fall down the stairs! The Zero-Suit Samus
costumed cat fell and cracked her back in multiple places. There was a commotion as the girl lay dead
at the foot of the staircase, getting attention away from the mouse and her limp companion for just a
moment.
The hustle and bustle of the party faded as the freshly made corpse was hauled in the room. Tepid
closed the door and heaved the orange cat up into her arms, holding her like you would a princess. This
private room would be where the little suited up mouse would take all her pictures! Private, secluded,
and with a closet to hide her victims. It was perfect!
The blue outfit of the dead cosplayer shifted and made funny noises as metal jingled against
itself. With a huff, Tepid shoved the floppy, twitchy girl onto the bed. Her entire body was limp, aside
from the occasional muscle spasm that came with the neck snap death. Small hands rolled over the blue
cloth and orange fur, smoothing out any roughed up sections from the half dragging trip the corpse took
to this private room.
“There we are.” Tepid whispered to herself. Her brown furred fingers fluffed up the hair of the
cosplayer, gently posing it to be just right for a perfect, award winning quality photo. “Now hold that
pose, dear.” The mouse joked to the unamused body.
With a smile, those soft brown hands took up the camera, actually able to focus the lens on a
subject without the world shaking around her. Tepid focused, her jade eyes gleaming behind wide,
round glasses. Snap, snap; click click; the camera shuttered and took a variety of pictures of the twitchy
body again and again! The pretty body of the floppy orange cat in the ornate cosplay filled the film roll
frame by frame. Even the lifeless eyes, a dull blue and unfocused, looked perfect in every picture.
There was a quiet creak from the door. Tepid froze, crouching over the corpse of the pretty kitty.
She didn’t move an inch upon hearing the deafening party blaring outside and a new figure entering
what was meant to be a private little place! Jade eyes turned to the new comer, a glare from the bright
light overhead shining over the glass lenses. Through the glare, she stared forward at a drunken kitty
walking into the private party.
“Hi!” The slurred introduction of the grey cat went barely over the violent party behind her. “Are
you, like, playing with her?” With a staggering step forward, the new costumed cunt walked in and
closed the door behind her. There was a soft giggle as she almost fell over in her short heeled boots.
With a purple sports bra and grey, cut off jeans as well as all the little skull accessories, it was easy to
tell this confused cat was dressed up as Rottytops! A cute look, but one that was offset by the vapid and
overly energetic movements of the feline.
Tepid cleared her throat, a nervous expression stifled under the large glasses. “Y-yes?” She
answered with a question. “Could you… maybe knock first before coming in?” There was an idea
brewing behind those jade eyes as she thought about this cute Rottytops girl. She clearly saw the body.
Maybe… the easiest option would be to kill her, too? “Please, if you can, leave us b-” Tepid stopped
mid sentence.
The Rottytops cat twisted in an awkward way, stumbling in her heels once again before
sputtering to the ground! However, a simple landing on the hardwood floor wasn’t all she did. The grey
cat ran face first into the wooden bed frame, thudding hard enough to jostle the Riza Hawkeye girl dead

on the sheets. Tepid stared down at the girl for a moment. Maybe she did the hard part for her and just
fell to her death right there? Certainly looked like it! Her neck was at a right angle, the rest of her body
twitching and spasming as if she was actively fighting death like a real zombie would.
Brushing off her hands, Tepid simply knelt on top of the grey cat, sitting on her back. Brown
paws ensnared the chin and shoulder of the cosplayer on the verge of death. Like any desensitized
asshole, the photographer quickly jerked and yanked the head of the feline to the other side, breaking it
and giving the neck a full 180 degrees of motion left to right!
With the fresh body now slowing down to a crawl, the mouse sighed and dismounted. Her strong
physique proved useful yet again for lifting the second body on her list tonight. This one was lighter,
thankfully, due to the more skimpy outfit. Tepid heaved and haphazardly tossed the Rottytops onto the
Hawkeye, leaving the pair in an uncomfortable position together on the bed she didn’t own. Who cared
if the corpses got it a little dirty? The two of them together looked cute in its own right! An uptight
soldier and a laid back zombie sharing a bed was an interesting sight to be sure.
Tepid strode over and locked the door. Part of her wanted to prop a chair up against the handle to
prevent anyone else from walking in on the little private party of pulse-less pussies. The brown mouse
would then take up her camera once again, training it on the pair lounging on the bed like a pair of
lovers.
Click, click, click! She took pictures again and again of her two victims. Even if she didn’t start
the death of the Rottytops lookalike, Tepid would still take blame for it, being the one to finish the
drunkard’s job and give her an easy out. Especially with her hand prints all over the body of the grey
kitty. Brown furred paws contorted and twisted the corpse, forcing her into other poses with the cuddly
orange cat dressed up in the more elaborate outfit.
Legs were moved to give good shots of the camel toed crotches of the pretty cats. The cleavage
was on display for the Rottytops more-so than the Hawkeye girl, but Tepid was able to make the two of
them look glorious in their limp, dead states regardless. All the two bodies were to her now were
posable dolls, already dressed up in pretty outfits. Pretty corpses, limbs posed in awkward angles, and
those lifeless eyes all made every moment of this morbid scene a wonderland for the photographer!
Tepid even slid the Hawkeye girl to lay half on the bed and half off it, trying to make a more action
oriented shot with her. Even if it didn’t look the greatest, it was still fun to move the corpse around like
a doll.
The party slowly started to die down in the background. Drunken groups and horny patrons
slowly left the scene person by person, whether with or without a slutty nurse date. Tepid forgot to even
keep an eye on the time! There were probably people looking for her pair of dolls by this point, but she
tried not to worry about it. If anything were to happen, she could always take out another two or three
in order to get away Scot-free without a single repercussion to her actions!
With effectively a million pictures taken, Tepid set her filled film roll into her pocket. The camera
itself was placed in its box, using the firm belly of the dead grey cat as a table. Hell, the little mouse
was so desensitized to the dead bodies that she didn’t even realize she was treating them like they were
furniture and set dressing for the little room! With the camera disassembled and stowed away in its
little container, the mouse heaved the bag up to her shoulder.

Jade eyes focused on the two bodies, strewn about over the bed in awkward positions that
wouldn’t be comfortable for a bare bones skeleton, let alone a full flesh and blood body. A groan
escaped the brown mouth of the little mouse, frustration with herself for leaving such a mess in this
little room. Where was she even going to hide the bodies? There was no place to even put them in here!
Hiding the pair under the bed wouldn’t work for rather obvious reasons and there wasn’t even a closet
to stuff them in.
Tepid would grab each of the girls by the ankles, starting to drag the lifeless bodies as if they
were just heavy fuck dolls. She didn’t break a sweat dragging the two of them to the door, the helpless
bodies just along for the ride within her strong hands. There were no party goers there to gawk and
stare at her rightfully earned kills as Tepid heaved the bodies down the staircase. The mouse simply
allowed their limp forms to clash and clatter on the trip down, clothing getting wrinkled and folded and
their bodies being bent in uncomfortable poses. The two corpses left no trace except the saliva from
their open mouths on the carpeted stairs. Tepid tried to be efficient and quick when it came to disposing
the two adorable bodies.
“Um,” Came from behind the small mouse as she was lugging around the corpses. “Excuse me?”
The voice was meek and shy, overtly feminine, too. “Did you, uh… do that?” There was an air of
nervous excitement coming from her voice.
The mouse turned on the spot, dropping the two corpses to the ground to focus on the witness
before her. There was absolutely no hesitation as she reached forward, barely having time to process
the outfit the third feline wore! However, the tuxedo cat dressed as Jack-O put her hands up, almost
surrendering!
“W-wait, wait, I-I won’t tell!” The flustered girl responded! Tepid slowed for a moment,
managing to grasp the neck of the black and white cat with both of her hands in a powerful grasp. “II’ll even let you kill me, too! If I can, uh… pick the way?” There was a great blush along her black and
white cheeks. The trademark grey and green Jack-O mask to the side hid only a little of her excitement,
the feline being almost at the level of having an aneurysm from being too turned on by Tepid. It was
obvious she was weak to the small, strong mouse girl in a suit. Anyone could tell at a glance.
The glasses Tepid wore were tilted, just staring directly into the hetero-chromatic eyes of the
costumed kitty. “Okay…? You want me to kill you, too?” There was confusion in her voice, but the
way her fingers flexed on the two tone neck of her willing victim, she was clearly accepting. “Nothing
messy. Just quick and done.”
“Th-thighs!” The cat screamed at the mouse. It was loud enough to get the large, radar dish like
ears of the mouse to roll back in the blast of sound! “Crush my neck in your thighs, please, ma’am!”
The cat leaned forward quickly, getting stopped by the firm arms of the smaller mouse. The grey and
green mask fell over her face again, blocking any of the cute blush from sight as the shiny LEDs in the
eyes and mouth cast a clean into the jade eyes of the murderous mouse.
Tepid took a moment to think. Then, with her strong hands positioned on the neck of the willing
sacrifice, she slowly dragged the feline down to the hardwood floor. What would one more body be?
Another corpse to drag and throw away? It didn’t matter much to her. As the mouse set the tuxedo cat
on the floor and forced her neck between her thighs, the suit squeezing around the soft, fragile neck.
The anticipation of the moment got a thin line of drool running down the Jack-O cat’s neck from the
mask.

Just a simple squeeze, the neck placed between the strong vice of two thighs. With a twist, the
mouse shattered the ligaments and spinal cord in a single moment! The loud snap and crunch of bones
under her thighs echoed in the empty, party free house for a moment.
The tuxedo cat, like the other two felines, would spasm and twitch all over for a few moments.
Her fingers helplessly flailed in her final moments of life. Even with her brain off, her body was
experiencing so much pleasure just by having that connection severed in a lovely, explosive way! Tepid
noticed the spasming and pure exhilaration in the corpse’s movement, but didn’t care.
Tepid simply lifted the tuxedo cat on top of the other two. All their costumes blended together
into a bouquet of hot bodies all pressed together in a corpse collection! Her strong hands continued to
drag the bodies away. Through the empty living room and kitchen the bodies went, the limp forms
being dragged all the way away to the washing machine nook hidden behind a few shutter doors. The
filthy kitchen left a path of red Solo cups in the wake of the trio of cat corpses.
It took a bit of effort to fit each corpse along with the others in the cramped nook. Of course
they’d be discovered, but Tepid didn’t want the limp bodies to be rolling off of each other and opening
the door early! The brown mouse forced the tuxedo cat Jack-O in first, since she was on top. Her body
was snaked between the washer and dryer, all of the twitchy energy after death having faded from her
now completely still body. The feline’s neck wobbled with every movement.
Then, the Rottytops girl was lifted up and shoved on top. Her cut off jeans were placed on the
masked face of the corpse beneath her, almost forcing the two dead bodies into a lewd position. Tepid
noticed that the grey cat was about to roll off, so she gave her a sharp shove to the ribs, forcing her
against the back of the dryer. The two bodies were steady for now.
The little mouse would then heave up her first victim. Gentle and powerful hands opened the
front of the militaristic uniform, Tepid thinking to use the trench coat as an extra layer of cover to hide
the bodies underneath. That would work! But, Tepid didn’t account for the Hawkeye cosplayer wearing
lacy, fire like lingerie underneath the uniform of a cosplay. Even if it caught her a little off guard, the
mouse continued to work away at hiding the bodies! The Hawkeye girl was scooped and planted face
down on top of the other two corpses, the blue trench coat draping down and hiding the bodies at least
a little. Sure, a leg of the Jack-O girl was visible, but what would it matter? Barely anyone would notice
this!
With a satisfied huff, the small mouse shut the shutter like doors over the three corpses. Bodies
with broken necks and lifeless eyes were hidden as Tepid began to nonchalantly make her way to the
little room where all the fun happened, just to pack her camera and leave. There was no rush. No one
was around, so why should she stress herself?
Tepid crouched down by her camera case, slowly and carefully tucking her fragile device in its
foam interior. Jade eyes were only focused on black plastic, metal, and foam. She was so distracted by
capping the lens of the camera and tucking it away that she didn’t hear another figure approaching from
behind. Isone, the party’s host, was looming over the small mouse with a gleam in her dark eyes. The
barn owl slowly approached. Clacking talons were gentle and spaced out, giving the much taller owl
the element of surprise.

Wing arms rapidly descended to the body of the tiny brown mouse, ensnaring Tepid in her
embrace! A sharp whine from the small mouse was muffled with the feathers of the strong avian, who
only slumped back with the kicking and squirming rodent in her grasp.
“Now now, stop fighting.” Isone spoke in a cold, firm voice. “I’m not going to hurt you unless
you give me a reason to. I’ll let you go, if you come work for me, hmm? Doesn’t that sound nice? A
mouse of your c- ow!” The owl broke concentration as the gnawing teeth of the little mouse bit into her
feathered arm! “Oh, you little rat!” Isone snarled out, slamming her face into the nook of Tepid’s neck.
The first hit struck a nerve, making the mouse jolt and whine loudly. She twitched so hard that
her glasses fell off! The suited up mouse was hit again, making Tepid’s eyes slowly roll back as she had
her sensitive nervous system exploited with its weak point exposed to the bird. Jade eyes grew wide as
she groaned in pure bliss, falling back into the soft plumage of the owl. The feathers were just as soft
and comfortable as a chest of flesh and fur, the relatively flat body perfectly cradling the now
unconscious mouse’s head.
Isone sighed and picked up the sleeping mouse, hoisting her over her shoulder. One free wing
arm wiped her beak, feeling a bit of tension in her head after pecking Tepid rather hard. “Oh well… I’ll
try to talk some sense into you when you wake up.” The barn owl lamented. Her free hand slapped the
butt of the mouse, hitting the suit covered rear just below the tail. Making a mockery of her knocked
out little murder mouse was rather fun! Isone made sure to snag Tepid’s camera case before walking
out of the little crime scene. Thankfully, the little mouse made it easy for her! The camera’s case was
all clicked shut and filled with all the important parts. It was all dirt to use against the murdering
photographer, just to make sure the little mouse would do what the owl wanted.
With that, Isone left the private room. Tepid was firmly held under her arm, the barely breathing
mouth of the tiny mouse huffing and panting against the thighs of the great barn owl. Camera case
slung over one arm and rodent in the other, the barn owl had plans for more fun brewing behind those
night black eyes.