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If you were trying to find cover in a forest, odds were good that you would come across an old, decrepit house at some point, if you came across said house, the odds were even better that the place would be haunted.

The odds of two completely unrelated people finding the house at the same time, however, and having to rely on each other to escape were not so good.

Milla wasn't sure that she'd ever see anyone else ever again, when she strayed off of the path between a pair of small villages. Nature called, and by the time that she found a location that carried enough privacy with it for her to do the deed, she was too far away from the beaten path to find it again. She worried that perhaps she'd walked right back over it, but as the sun fell down behind the horizon, and the dark cover of the trees became a terrible enemy, Milla was only able to find one other light source.

A house that was clearly losing the battle with time was sitting by itself in the middle of the woods, but to Milla, it looked like the mansion of her dreams, even with the rampant decay. It provided a place of shelter, even if the front porch was getting ready to fall off of the house itself, and the safety railing upon it had already done so ages ago. Almost every wide, square window on the structure was cracked, and some were completely shattered, to the point that panes of glass could be seen impacted into the dirt that was once a lush yard.

To a less desperate adventurer, it would have been a clear sign to turn away, but to Milla, the spooky ambience was like a welcome mat as she gripped the handle of the front door and gave it a quick turn.

Tick-clack. If there was ever a lock on the door, it was rusted through, yet the handle turned rather easily in Milla's eager palm. A gentle tug moved the old, heavy door her direction, and chipping paint fell off in sheets from the subtle gesture, adding further credence to the age of the house.

Curious eyes of rich, dark amber tried to scan the inside of the house, but a darkness carried across it that wasn't just the absence of light. Having no other place to turn, the German Shepherd took a small step inside, and she was about to pull the door closed behind her...when she felt someone trying to tug the handle right out of her hand.

Self-defense kicked on instantly for Milla, who turned back and swung a tight, compact hook, but the blow never connected. A male released the door handle and fell backward in time with the swing, almost purely out of luck. He shuddered and gazed up, his human eyes gazing upon an impressive example of feminine strength.

"Is that h-how they say hello w-where you're from?" the male asked. He placed his palms flat against the rickety boards of the front porch and readied himself, expecting to have to roll his body out of the way of another punch.

Palms were still tightly clenched, but Milla kept her cool as she gazed down upon a human male. His frame lacked the kind of strength that she carried, and his chest was heaving so rapidly with panic that she worried she might have literally scared the life out of him. "Call it a precautionary measure when you're lost in the dark," Milla explained herself, before her paw finally relaxed and fell to her side. "Sorry about that, stranger. This place is giving me the creeps..."

Milla leaned over and offered an open paw to her new acquaintance, who happily took it. The German Shepherd helped him up to his feet and looked right back into the house, now every bit as enticed by the curious darkness as she was afraid of it. "Can't really blame you. This isn't the safest place after dark," the man acknowledged. "You...you aren't really thinking about staying the night in there, though...are you?"

"You got a better idea?"

"Well...I...-

"The ferals out there in the forest would eat me alive if I turned back," Milla cut off the male, finding him to be a bit more timid than she had the patience for. "And they'd make a meal out of you, too. You're pretty lucky you made it here before I locked the door."

Stepping inside the house once again and waiting for the male to follow, Milla closed the door slowly behind him, only to find that the lock was completely rusted out. A stiff breeze might have been enough to shake it loose.

"So much for that idea, eh?" the man asked, trying to keep a lighthearted feel in the moment, knowing just how trigger-happy the canine was. "Name's Aaron, by the by. Guessing you stepped off of the path, too?"

"Well, when you're miles between rest rooms and you don't have anywhere else to go..."

Aaron felt a little warmth rushing through his cheeks at the thought. "Makes sense. Certainly a better excuse than I have, all told."

It would have been embarrassing for Aaron to admit that he was looking for privacy for an entirely different reason, but as he followed Milla a little bit further into the house, his words never would have made it to her.

"And just what happened to you?" Milla tried to ask, before a loud KA-CHUNK flattened her ears against her head. The floor boards behind her shifted, and before she had a chance to whirl around and see what had happened, Aaron was gone, and she was standing alone in the wide expanses of a mostly empty living room.

Dust and cobwebs were her only company, as she tried to cling to her fading courage. "My name's Milla," she spoke, before she saw her new companion had completely disappeared. "B...by the w-way?"

**

Aaron was fortunate enough to land upon a soft bed of pillows, though he was greeted with a face full of dust clouds; no one had been anywhere in the house in ages.

Despite that, there was still a fire roaring under a thick, black cauldron in the middle of a room that was taken straight from a medieval dungeon. The walls and floors were made of the same dark, gray stones, and the only cabinets were of old, rotten wood, threatening to fall apart even as they sat still against the wall.

"My goodness...do I have a visitor? How lovely! I was just about to run out of natural oils..."

A voice that was slightly worse than nails on a chalkboard stung Aaron's ears, and his eyes winced shut as he threw his hands up to cover each side of his head. "Don't be so silly, young man. My voice isn't that bad. Your ears are just sensitive from the pressure down here...you fell quite a long way, after all."

There was no way for Aaron to know how far he'd fallen. He was lucky to be alive in the first place, but he didn't know that he'd fallen far enough to kill the average human being. Pillows shouldn't have been enough to break the fall, on their own, and given all of the other signs, everything was pointing to one logical conclusion.

Long, tattered robes of black turned around a corner, from behind the thick, heavy cauldron. Though the voice wouldn't have made him believe it, Aaron was shocked to see the slim, gorgeous face of a young, sensual witch turning the corner, with her hat tilted just enough that one of her brilliant, amethyst eyes was obscured from view. "I do hope you're nice and comfortable there, stranger. It usually helps with the extraction process."

"They're almost too soft," Aaron replied. His body felt as though it were sinking into the smooth, silky pile of different fabrics, and even when he pressed his palms back against them to stand upright from the pile, his efforts were completely for naught.

The witch didn't look the least bit concerned with his struggles. She was too busy examining her cauldron, and displaying an incredible skill in the meantime, as she gently flicked a wand through the air, and Aaron could only watch helplessly as his belt came undone and his jeans flew though the air, landing beside the cauldron and immediately catching fire from the intense heat. "Trust me. You're gonna be happy for the pillows in a moment," the witch said, but she didn't explain herself.

An intense gravity did that for her, as dark, whirling energy emerged from the cauldron and slammed down on Aaron, pushing him further into the pillows. His body was barely above them as he was crushed, and though it became a struggle to breathe, he didn't feel as though he was in any danger. The witch obviously could have killed him already, but her cauldron creature was up to something else, as the mystical aura swirled around his hips and began manipulating his flesh, all without a single, physical touch.

"My little friend doesn't mind your company at all. It usually has a problem with pure-hearted individuals...you must be a very twisted fellow, stranger."

The words of the witch didn't comfort Aaron one bit, but the ethereal stroke of the aura around his slowly growing cock more than made up for it. It was so strange to see his own member dancing around in the air as if it were being tugged along on a string, but sensations worked from the base to the tip and along every inch of the shaft with a level of skill that no mortal hands or paws could ever achieve. It was all almost too much for poor Aaron, who was already squinting and struggling to resist a building climax.

"If you resist, it's a lot less fun for him...and he won't let you enjoy it, either."

The gravity was so great that Aaron began to sink through the pillows, but the pressure was most delicate upon his manhood. Somehow, the aura was seeping inside of him, and as it did, it was able to manually stimulate the inside of each of his testicles, forcing a sudden and shocking burst of cum from his sack. The white, sticky mess sprayed into the air, but the witch controlled it with her wand, and moved it through the air in slow, dripping streams, to a thin, short vial. "That should do very nicely...thank you, stranger. Have a nice life."

Aaron was panting and shaking his head as he tried to reconcile with literally having an orgasm stolen from him, and his body couldn't keep up as the ground fell out from beneath him once again.

**

Short, tan headfur was shaking just slightly as Milla kept her head on a swivel, moving around the living room as slowly as she could. There was a staircase to her far right, and right in front of her, there was a doorway that almost certainly went into a kitchen or a common area. From the outside, it was hard to tell how large the house was on the inside, and within, it looked a lot more massive than Milla had gathered.

More concerning than the size, however, was the fact that her new companion was lost just as quickly as he was found, and now, Milla wasn't sure if any part of the house was safe to touch. The floor was prone to fall out from under her, and the stairwell didn't look like it could support the weight of a falling feather.

Biting back on her nerves, Milla dashed through the door in front of her, taking light steps on her footpaws to keep from triggering any more trap doors.

WHAM! Her shoulder drilled hard into the door, and it came off of the hinges rather easily. The door fell forward into the next room, kicking up all sorts of dust and debris, but even as her eyes continued to adjust to the darkness, Milla could scarcely see well enough to know what she was looking at. Slow, cautious steps took her over the body of the beaten door and into what she imagined was a kitchen...but she wasn't alone in there.

"I know the hinges were a little rusty, but did you really have to knock the damn thing off the wall?" asked a voice that was curiously hollow. Despite their sensitivity, Milla's ears had trouble discerning what kind of creature the sound was coming from.

That is, until she felt long, velvety flaps of flesh draped over her shoulders.

"This is why I hate visitors. You come into the house, make a terrible mess of things, and then I've got to clean up after you! Sheesh...and I still have to make dinner tonight, too!"

The complaints were odd, but Milla was too busy shivering in place to care too much about what was being said. She could already feel razor sharp fangs against the back of her t-shirt, and though she couldn't see it in the darkness, skillful claws were already making quick work of the jeans she thought would protect her legs.

"I guess I can let you live, though...if you do me and my friend a little favor."

You've gotta be kidding me, Milla thought, as she saw a second set of bright, golden orbs floating in the distance. She wasn't sure just how large the room was, but another creature was coming closer, even as this one held her from behind and began leaving small, tender kisses on the side of her neck.

"It's been a while since we've had anything living to play with," the first female explained. Her body was bare, and her breasts were full and heavy against Milla's back, sending a stark wave of excitement across her otherwise terrified frame. "You let us have a little fun with you, and we'll make sure that you leave here alive..."

The strength of such a promise pulled the weight of the world from Milla's shoulders, but she didn't know that it was the kind of promise that anyone could keep to her. She knew the creature upon her back was a vampire bat, and she could feel small welts forming on her neck as the creature skillfully marked her flesh, leaving her primed to be drained of every one of her vital juices at a moments notice. The ticklish sensation left her knees weak, and she might have never seen the other creature coming, if not for the feeling of warm breath along the other side of her neck.

A werewolf, or rather, a wolfess, was already pressing her nude form up to Milla as the seams in her clothes finally fell apart and left her standing every bit as stark nude as the creatures around her. The chill of her clothing falling away was brief, at best, as the wolfess quickly wrapped her arms around Milla, pressing their breasts together in a teasing, ticklish gesture.

"She's so full of life, this one," the wolfess admired her prey, as the bat began gently nibbling down along the line of her shoulder. "Such a warm, soft body...especially right between her legs..."

"Well, duh," the bat replied, following her words with a quiet giggle. "What girl wouldn't love this kind of attention?"

Pawtips that were strikingly similar to her own were already stroking along the inside of Milla's thighs, and they wasted no time in brushing across her exposed womanhood. As the aura of the haunted mansion continued to corrupt her, Milla was shocked to feel a nervous excitement building up in the pits of her tummy, and upon her labia, tiny, shimmering buds of moisture were gathering as a reward for the wolfess to enjoy.

One brave pawtip slipped inside, and Milla trembled, her body staying upright only by virtue of the pair of females that continued to share her delicious flesh. One shorter muzzle suckled at the side of her neck as the wolfess went to work, slurping her long, flat tongue over the slowly stiffening nubs that were Milla's nipples.

What began as a tiny trickle was soon a flowing river of arousal, dripping right out of Milla and into the eager paw of the wolfess.

I sure hope Aaron is having my kind of luck...I might never get out of here, but...I don't really want to!

**

The only other mortal resident in the house was still trying to find his way out of the basement of the mansion, but it was an extensive catacomb, and there were no maps or directions on which way to go.

Aaron was sure that he'd gone through the same hallway three times already, and a dizzy spell was setting in as he tried his best to keep the tiny flames of hope from completely burning out.

Stairwells carried him upward, but he never seemed to get any closer to the ground floor, and there was only ever one door for him to pass. He didn't know that the house was playing tricks with his mind, and he didn't want to risk opening the door after what had happened earlier, but he was running out of options.

Then again, he thought, This door sure is a lot nicer than the one on the front of the house...

It was kept in a much better state, and it swung open smoothly as Aaron grabbed the handle and gave it a quick turn.

The interior, however, was a terrible mess, and one that sent chills down into the very ends of Aaron's toes.

Walls of the same gray brick were covered in shelves, and each shelf was adorned with more vials, bottles and beakers than one could count in a day. Chemicals of neon green, florescent blue and blood red were just a few of the fantastical colors he saw, and in the middle of it all was an examination table with a fresh, white cloth upon it, as if his arrival was anticipated.

"Don't be afraid, big guy..."

It was hard for Aaron to feel brave, standing stark naked in a laboratory full of chemicals, but there was a great chill than nudity alone could provide as the door closed behind him, seemingly all on its own. "Goodness...are all humans this impressive?" asked a voice, clearly feminine in nature, but there was no body to attach it to. There were only soft, airy wisps of white mist, delicately teasing around Aaron's partially stiff length, and a chill that he couldn't shake, no matter how his body tried.

"T-this..this ain't funny anymore," he protested, whirling around to see who might be there, but as he reached out, he caught nothing but air, and yet, somehow, the wisps stayed on his shaft, tickling and teasing him with a touch that he could only barely see, but his lower lip was already trembling with delight; there was no doubt that he could feel it. "Wh...what the hell is this?"

"Dontcha believe in ghosts?" the voice asked, sounding a bit too silly to be serious, and yet, more mist was gathering into a tangible form, and though only mild curves appeared, Aaron was already sure of the gender of the phantom. "It's not about what you see, fella. It's about what you can feel, and I know you feel this...just look at all of that tasty precum!"

There was no tongue to slurp up the mess, but Aaron's dripping juices never hit the floor. Somehow, they faded into the air, but the treat wasn't allowed to carry on for too long, as a third party quickly intervened.

"That's enough, Lillian. I'm sure our guest is exhausted from his earlier trials with the witch...tell me, stranger: Would you like to be revitalized? I know that Melra can be quite the demanding old hag, at times."

Melra didn't look the least bit like an old hag to Aaron, but he didn't think that now was the best time to focus on her looks. The house, and all of its inhabitants were clearly hell bent on confusing Aaron and keeping him distracted from his goal of escaping. "I...I dunno. I think I'll pass, if you can just point me in the direction of the exit?"

"Let me rephrase that," replied the scientist, as he came into view from the dark edges of the poorly lit room. "Get on the goddamn table if you know what's good for you..."

Typically, Aaron wouldn't have been so easily pushed around, but the grip of the ghost around his cock was quickly turning from a friendly tug to a tight, painful grasp, making it clear who she answered to. He didn't doubt that she could yank the poor thing right off, if she wanted to.

"...O-okay. I'll g-get on the table..."

"Good boy! I knew you were smarter than you looked," the scientist gave a backhanded compliment. His face was mostly obscured by the high, tight collar of his lab coat, and Aaron didn't want to try to read his expression when he could only see bright, cherry red eyes burning just above the edge of the fabric. They were the brightest thing in the room, and they didn't look friendly in the least.

Terrifying as it was, it still felt a bit safer for Aaron to politely step over to the table and lay upon it than to protest any further, and as he did just that, he could see the scientist looking across the shelves, trying to decide what chemical he wanted to put to use. Any one of them could be lethal; perhaps all of them were, and Aaron had no way to be sure he'd ever make it out of the room, much less out of the house.

If one was bad, however, two must have been terrible, and before Aaron was even flat on his back, he felt two very different liquids land upon his skin, as the scientist tossed them across his back.

" Oops! I must have spilled...how very clumsy of me! A real shame...yadda yadda..." the scientist rambled on. He didn't care about feigning regret for his actions, and he was even chuckling as Aaron felt a burning across his back, like roaring flames that threatened to cook the flesh right off of his bones.

He collapsed across the table and gripped it tightly to try and mitigate the pain, but his clenching hands did no good to dull the sensation as the fluids crawled down the back of his thighs, followed by an itchy dryness that was nearly as painful as the burning. He released the table and tried to scratch it, but something was getting in the way... fur.

Tufts of the same were popping up all over his body as he fell to the floor and rolled around, trying to scratch the itch in whatever manner he could. His body was changing under the thin, smooth patches of fur, and as his chest grew thick and heavy with soft, delicate flesh, his drooling member began to shrink back, inch by inch, until it was little more than an oversized clitoris...and it remained in such a state, even as his orbs began to shrivel back into his body.

"Another wolfess, doctor? I'm beginning to think you have a fetish for them or something..." the ghost pointed out, as she watched the transformation unfolding. Poor Aaron was trying to cry out in shock and annoyance, but his voice was little more than a low, frustrated growl, as his vocal chords shifted into something much more primal.

The scientist was grinning on the side as he stood and enjoyed the show, ignorant of the danger that he'd put himself in. "They say to stick with what you know, and if I know one thing, it's how to make a sexy little bitch out of an ugly, worthless man...but she's no wolfess," the scientist pointed out. "She's a doberman...with quite a fitting name...Irmigard. Do you like that name?"

Those words didn't sit well with the newly transformed doberman...and she was about to let the scientist know just how she felt about them.

**

Milla was on the verge of collapsing as she carelessly stumbled out of the back door of the kitchen. Her eyes were finally adjusted to the darkness, but her body couldn't adjust to the wiles of the living house, and the way that her each and every move seemed to be poisoned with lust.

Of course, she'd only been able to lean against the vampire bat and cry out helplessly as the wolfess on the other side of her body fingered her to a shuddering, messy orgasm, and if not for the feeling of sharp, deadly fangs against the side of her neck, she might have blacked out from the pleasure. The bat wasn't trying to kill her; a quick offering of a tiny blood sample was all that it took to escape, but the wolfess didn't let her have an easy time climaxing, and sexual exhaustion was beginning to set in as she fell forth on her paws and knees.

She was in a wide, dark expanse, with a pitch black air that even trained canine eyes couldn't see through. "How...how the hell do I get out of this house?!" she cried out, looking around what seemed to be an empty room in the hopes that someone, even another monster, might answer her call.

At first, there was only an echo, and then terrible, frightening silence. She didn't think she'd made it that far from the kitchen, but when her own voice bounced back against her sensitive ears, she wondered just how massive the house really was inside, and how far she must have actually traveled before she collapsed.

What she didn't know...what she couldn't have known was that she'd made her way into the heart of the house, and within that domicile, there was a creature waiting who all of the other inhabitants answered to. Though such a property couldn't be owned, everyone referred to this creature as the 'owner' regardless, and when it came to a decision being made, its word was law.

"I'll...I'll never get out of here...will I?"

Milla was born of a strong will, and the trials of her life only made her stronger, but everyone had a breaking point, and she was being pushed to that limit as she tried to stand up on wobbling, shaky legs. She could feel her body drifting backward, but much to her surprise, a pair of arms caught her and kept her upright...and they weren't Aaron's.

At least, not anymore.

"Glad to see you're still alive," Irmigard whispered to the exhausted German Shepherd. "I dunno where the hell we are, but it looks like all of the pathways in this house eventually lead here..."

There was a familiar gruffness to the voice, but Milla couldn't believe it was Aaron, even if she couldn't think of anyone else being in the room with her. "I thought you were dead for sure...what...why are you covered in fur? Aren't you a human?"

"Long story," Irmigard replied dryly. "It ends with a stupid scientist getting his eyes ripped out, and me being a doberman bitch...there's a good hour or two of wandering somewhere in between."

"Sounds terrible."

"I've had worse."

" Is that so? I guess I wasn't trying hard enough, then!"

Irmigard held her arms tight around Milla as each of the canine females lifted their ears and looked around, trying to pick up on the source of the noise. It seemed to come from all around them, and yet, neither one of them could see a form to pin the voice to.

"Milla...?"

"I...I d-didn't say it," she replied through trembling lips. "Who's there? Show yourself!"

"You two are awfully demanding of me, you know. I don't really appreciate it! Most guests show a little damned respect when you welcome them in out of the cold!"

A fissure formed in the middle of the floor, and bright, pink-red light emerged from it in a blinding flash. For just a moment, the room was revealed to be every bit as massive as Milla thought it was, but when the light calmed down and the pair could see properly again, there were long, slick tentacles crawling out of the cracked floor, and as they spread out around the room, a pair of eyes began to emerge from the void...but nothing more.

"Oh...oh dear God, n-no..."

"Pleeeeease. You really think I'm gonna kill you, after going to the trouble of letting you live all of this time? You two aren't the brightest couple, are you?"

There was still no mouth for the creature to speak from, but the spreading bundle of bright, pink tentacles was clearly the source of the voice. "Then...what are you going to do with us?" Irmigard asked, keeping a cautiously tight grip on Milla, as she prepared to run.

"Everyone else in the house has gotten to have a little fun with you," the tentacle beast explained, as a myriad of tendrils flung themselves at Milla, prying her right out of Irmigard's arms. "But I'm the head honcho around here...and it's about time I got to take my turn!"

Irmigard didn't even have the chance to struggle, as she was easily overpowered, but worse still, as she watched Milla lift up into the air by virtue of the tendrils, she felt perverted, sticky tentacles prying at her rump and spreading the soft, smooth cheeks wide open, as a dripping, drooling tip pressed against her tight pucker and began to penetrate her without even a hint of warning. She would have yelled out in protest, but she could already feel a tentacle winding around her neck and pressing at the front of her muzzle, and she knew where it was going if she dared to open her mouth.

Whether or not she opened it, the tentacle continued to press until it found a seam, and her maw and throat were filled in an instant as she helplessly gagged around the thick, wide flesh.

"Goodness...you're so damn tight! The scientist really outdid himself this time...real shame you had to go and blind him," the beast praised, and then admonished Irmigard, disappointed with how violent she was, but absolutely thrilled with how perfectly sensual her body came out. Not every transformation was so successful, but this one was absolutely perfect, and her womanhood was put to the test immediately, as another long, thick tentacle shot right up between the gap in her thighs and pressed against the tight, virgin entrance.

Milla's eyes were already lidded over as she hung up in the air, suspended by a multitude of slick, squirming appendages. She'd already been brought to a climax earlier, but a second one was quickly building as one tiny tendril worked around the proud, erect nub of her clit and massaged it with a touch that no man or beast could mimic, all while her slick, dripping walls were filled over and over again with an eager, thick tentacle. Her asshole was spared, at least at first, but she could feel a smaller, smoother tip pressing against it and spitting a variety of slippery lubricants across the slowly opening orifice, readying her for whatever the tentacle beast might have prepared.

Irmigard struggled against her bondage until she was physically exhausted, and in her last ounces of energy, she fell over, but the tentacles kept her from ever hitting the ground. They kept her upright and bound her wrists and ankles out wide, keeping every part of her body open for easy access. Greedy, shameless ropes of flesh slipped and slithered between the fresh, budded breasts upon her chest and soaked her new coat of fur with a slick, sticky substance that might have been cum, or perhaps, just a spilled fluid...she didn't know for sure what it was, but it was everywhere, and by scent alone, she knew it was the stuff that was poisoning her brain since the moment she entered the house.

A plentiful flow of the same liquid was already beginning to pump into Milla, who eagerly moaned around her mouthful of simulated cock, wanting as much of the fluid as she could get. Warm and slick, it was already painting her insides and filling her womb, until the juices were flowing back out of her snatch, mingled in with her own dripping, delicious feminine arousal.

Her mind and body were lost to pleasure, and Irmigard was quickly following behind, as the beast had his fill with yet another pair of adventurers. They'd make a wonderful addition to the house, once the tentacle beast was through with them...but he wasn't sure just how much longer that would take.

Given their resistance, it could take a couple more minutes, or even a few hours...but in his twisted heart of hearts, he hoped it would take the rest of the week.