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Another day at the Fair, another opportunity to explore what this mysterious place had to offer for David. The young deer walked down the alleys, which have become familiar to him by now, looking for something new to do. His father Edward had invited him to the Rainbow Lounge for a drink; or so his mail said. David still had a few hours to kill before the rendezvous. Looking around him, he spotted the big haunted house that he had passed by several times during his previous visits. On his map, the name of the attraction was preceded by a red dot. This meant that he would interact directly with the ride, or rather the ride would interact with him.

Why not? Time to see what these places marked in red are all about, he decided. The waiting line was much sparser than the neighboring stalls; only one person patiently waited for their turn to enter. A smaller-sized male rat, with a bright green spiky Mohawk flowing on the top of his gray short-furred head. The rodent turned towards David. The both of them were naked, and both of their maleness were kept engorged with blood thanks to the cock-rings provided by the Fair's employees. A sight so common that every visitor became eventually desensitized to it. The rat was a rather exotic specimen though. His body was pierced in several places, from the most common, like his brow, to the most exotic, David noticed as his gaze wandered on the rodent's naturally generous scrotum. An assortment of tattoos dyed his fur, including one under his navel which read 'Bad boy', with an arrow pointing down to the 'boy' in question. David could have sworn that he saw this person somewhere; and not too long ago, even. On his end, the punk boy seemed to have recognized the deer almost instantly. "David... Reischwald, right?" the rat asked, marking a short pause as he stirred his interlocutor's family name from memory. "Do we know each other?", David replied hesitantly. "I know you, that's for sure. My dad dragged me to your birthday party, last week," the other male explained. "Socialize! You should get to know that kid. His father has more money that you can even imagine. Make friends with him; get in his bed, even, much better," he kept going, affecting an old, nosy voice. "Hah! Classy, pops..." "Oooh, I remember you," David realized after jogging up his own brain some more. "You spent the first half of the party drinking down everyone and chaining joints, and the other half in the bathroom throwing everything up." "Mmm-maybe? I don't remember much of it. Name's Joshua, by the way," the rat answered. "But sorry to say that, Dave but even getting in your pants and getting plastered at your party does not compare to this place." "When have you started coming to this place?" the deer asked in a spur of curiosity. "Right after my birthday, four months ago. First time, I was like 'what the fuck, dude', but now me and my girl are coming here almost everyday." "Your girlfriend?" David repeated. "Is she elsewhere right now?" "Yup. Probably getting banged in a lounge or something," the rat replied casually. "It's an open relationship kind of thing. She's as crazy as I am," he added when he noticed David's face. "I'll present you to her, if she did not jump on your fat boy already. Nice one, by the way. After this haunted house thing, we should find a cozy place and have a little fun by ourselves... 'knowatimean?" David hesitated when the conversation took this lewder turn, especially as Joshua did not seem to grasp the concept of personal space. He did not deny that he was rather attractive, and that he never dated 'bad boys' like this literal punk rat. "What are you doing, by the way?" he pressed. "Besides spending my dad's money banging gimps and anything else that moves?" the rat answered in a derisive tone. "Outside of that, of course" David insisted. "Engineering major," Joshua said simply in turn. David's right brow lifted in doubt. "What, don't believe me? Like I need your approval," the punk grunted. "Wanted to become a mechanic, tweaking cars and machines all day, but my Dad kept harassing me, with all his 'heir of the family' bullshit, so I chose the next best thing. Not that bad of a thing though," he assessed. "I would not have met Mia otherwise. She's the kind of girl that gives Art major a bad name, y'know?" he added with a wink. This time, the small joke elicited a chuckle from David. "If she has a personality as strong as yours, you must make a rather interesting couple."

The employee posted at the entrance of the attraction called for the next visitor, cutting short the chatter. "I guess it's my turn. See you later, Dave," Joshua said, adding a small slap on the deer's butt for good measure. "Hey, if you want to hang out with me a little, my dad invited me for a drink at the Rainbow Lounge, in a couple of hours," David proposed. "Oh, interesting choice he made," the rat smirked. "Why is that?" the young deer asked, puzzled. It was Joshua's turn to chuckle. "If your old man did not tell you, then I would not spoil the surprise myself. See you at the exit, Dave." And on these words, the rodent rushed in the attraction.

A dozen minutes passed. Just as David was wondering when he would enter, the latex-coated employee invited him to step inside. The cervine showed his medallion to the shiny green bird before stepping forward. A wooden door was blocking the way. When he approached, the door opened automatically, with an over-dramatic creak. Behind the door was an old-looking entryway. A rope barred the middle of the hallway, railroading the visitors to the next room, to the left. The door closed after David, with the same annoying noise of old wood working. Since this was a horror house, David supposed he would be scared, but considering that he was not in a normal fair, he was probably not in a normal horror house. "Oh my. A new visitor!" speakers built into the ceiling said suddenly, startling the young man. I guess that was the spooky part, he sassed in his head. "Welcome to our modest house. I am sure that you will ensure your stay." "So do I," David answered sarcastically. "But where are my manners. Please, come inside. Just... Mind your steps. The house was built under an old burial site and its occupants are always eager to... importune our visitors." David felt a rush of excitement, and hurried towards the start of the visit.

The door was locked close, and a small red light blinked where the bullseye would be. "Another visitor is still visiting this room," the narrator explained "Thank you for your patience." Is Joshua still inside? David wondered. A couple of minutes passed, then the light turned green and the door automatically and audibly unlocked itself. The deer entered into a stylish living room. Big leather sofas were spread around a small table, in front of a large television set. A carpet dyed in vibrant colors was protecting the guests' feet from the wooden planks of the floor. David had taken a few steps inside when the door he came in closed down abruptly, and he heard once again the noise of an actionned lock. There was another door on the other side of the room, though. "Dear me. I hope this has not startled you," the narrator intervened. "These doors are somewhat capricious. But do not worry, there is a key to the next room in here. Now, where did I put it? Hmm..." "Heh. It's more like an escape game than a horror house," David noted. Let us find this key, then." There were several places to search. David decided to look under the cushions of the couches. He approached the nearest one, and pushed his hand inside the interstice between the cushions. What happened next was as sudden as it was unexpected. Something inside the couch grabbed David's hand and pulled him forward, making him lose balance. In the meantime, the leather of the furniture split into a dozen of straps which ensnared his body and forced him to kneel on the couch. "What is happening?" David grunted as he tried to pull at his bindings. But the leather was unnaturally sturdy and refused to strain or stretch under the deer's efforts.The back of the sofa morphed: a hole appeared, lined up with the young man's cock. Its inside was eerily flesh-like and emitted squishing sounds. The leather straps gave a sudden pull on David's body, pressing his belly against the living leather, while small leather tendrils guided his member inside the hole.

A familiar combination of tightness, wetness and warmth surrounding his cock had David grunt loudly. The inside of the couch moved on its own, making the cervid's maleness hard in no time. Ciliae seemed to line the surface, as David could feel them stroke his penis and slip under his foreskin. David attempted to pull back, which resulted in the hungry mouth of the living furniture squeezing tighter and tighter around David, until the young male's glans was stuck inside, unable to pass the crushing pressure of the sphincter-like entrance. Unable to withstand the pressure, or to help himself with his bound hands, he pushed forward again, and the sudden relief of pressure elicited a long moan coming from his throat. David attempted to escape the embrace of the couch again and again, but the more ineffectual tries, the more his efforts looked like earnest humping. After a dozen humps, the deer felt something brush the fur of his butt. When he looked between his legs, he saw a tubular growth of flesh rise from the cushion towards his anus. It quickly changed its shape into a perfect reproduction of David's male member. Worried, albeit aroused, David renewed his efforts to pull out. But each time he flexed his hips backwards only to get stuck, the phallus grew some more, until David could feel it touch his butt-hole when he pushed back into the sofa one more time. "Hah... Hah... I can't move, or else..." the young deer muttered to himself, and he tried to stay immobile and endure the strange milking session. But then, something long and thin grew at the end of the couch's feeding hole and spread the slit of David's glans apart. Reflexively, the deer moved his member away from the intruder, and ended up impaling himself on the fleshy dildo behind. David gasped audibly as he felt his anal ring stretched and pushed forward yet again, only to meet once more the nub of flesh inside the milking hole, which slept even further inside his urethra. A twisted game began, with David going back and forth from having his ass penetrated and his urethra sounded, mating the orifice of the living furniture all the while. After a few minutes, the false phallus and the flesh-made prove were remaining inside David, no matter in which way he moved. The deer grunted louder and louder, feeling the intense pleasure ride. Eventually, David came near the edge, then jumped all the way across. He held the straps holding him in place tight enough to turn his knuckles white and his bell reverberated in the living room as he emptied himself. The intruder inside his urethra retreated, allowing his cum to jet out in several generous flows. The sofa released David, returning to its normal, innocuous-looking appearance.Panting and dizzy, David turned around and sat on the couch, haunted furniture be damned. "Well, it looks like the house has taken a liking to you, despite being usually the contrary," the narrator voice summed up, eliciting a tired chuckle from David. "You chose to look inside the sofa, but what would have happened if you had looked elsewhere, I wonder," he mused openly In any case, I have good news: I found a way to unlock the door. There." True to the voice's words, David heard the exit door unlock. "You are free to go. Please take your time if you wish to rest. However, please do not abuse your host's hospitality. Other guests are waiting..."

So that's why I had to wait a little more, David thought. Once his breathing returned to normal, the deer pushed himself out of the couch and took his way out. He found himself in another hallway, facing the opposite wall. The corridor went left and right, but another rope barre the left path. David glanced at what was behind the rope by curiosity. There was another door, with a small plaque which had the words 'Staff only' written on it. The door was ajar, something that David felt odd, but thought nothing of it. He was about to turn around and go the other way, but then... "H-help! Hegck..." a voice called out from behind the service door. It made David freeze, as he could have sworn that the voice was Joshua's. The deer's ears perked up, and his sensitive ears heard thuds and grunts coming from the other side, as if someone was scuffling on the other side. Worried about Joshua, David walked over the rope and headed towards the service door. "Now, there. The next part of the tour is the other way, David," the narrator warned through the speakers. Wait. Did he just call me by my name? David realized, goosebumps running down his spine. But instead of turning back, the deer walked faster to the door and went to see what this was all about.

Behind the door, there was neither backstage nor service corridor. Nothing. An abyssal black nothing, spreading seemingly to the horizon. The only things present were David, the wall of the haunted house, as visible as in plain day despite the ambient darkness, and the two persons wrestling together, a few meters away from David. The deer quickly realized that it was not really some 'wrestling'. A massive dalmatian, dwarfing any relatively fit person both in size and body frame, was standing behind Joshua, holding him firmly in his arms. One arm was circling the rat's waist was the other was around his neck, choking him viciously, and Joshua's feet were left dangling over the ground. The dalmatian's skin was covered in claw marks while Joshua's body was bruised in several places, indicating that there has been a big struggle before David arrived on the scene. At first, David thought that Joshua was struggling. But in reality, the rat was already half-conscious, and the struggling was the result of the massive dalmatian slamming the rodent up and down his no-less massive member. The downward movement of his arms met powerful pelvic thrusts, and David could notice the bulge left by the canine's oversized cock, shifting back and forth. It went like this for several minutes, a frozen David not daring to move a muscle or make a sound. The only noises which could be heard were the grunts of the dalmatian, Joshua's pained gasps for air, and the slapping noises of his molester's knot against the rat's ass. Eventually, the dalmatian grinned and held Joshua even tighter, changing his big pushes for short, fast thrusts until his knot popped inside his poor victim. The additional pressure made Joshua come hard while the dalmatian remained still. His cock twitched visibly under the deformed belly of the rat. This same belly suddenly inflated, bulging until it looked as if Joshua had turned pregnant. The rat's eyes rolled in their sockets as a small river of cum, coming from his overfilled stomach, escaped from his lips. "I am sure that you learned your lesson, my dear Joshua," the rat's rapist said out loud, despite Joshua having lost consciousness and not being able to hear anymore. "Not that you will remember any of it." Then, the dog released Joshua and tossed him on the ground like a used rag. Finally, he turned his head towards David. "And now, about your little trespassing, David," the dog said with a creepy smirk on his face.

David's instincts commanded him to run away from the dangerous man. He turned around. "Where are you going, David?" another dalmatian, who sported the same smirk, asked David, as he blocked the deer's path. "How?" the young man wondered. He looked towards Joshua's unconscious body and caught a glimpse of the original canine melding into some kind of rubbery material and fusing with the surrounding darkness. A pair of powerful arms squeezed David against the mysterious man's chest in a bear hug. "Oof! Ack..." David grunted as he felt his feet leave the ground. "What the heck are you?" "I'm the Security," the dalmatian replied before giving the deer's ear a licking. "No other name needed." The tongue of the dalmatian creature turned thicker and thicker until the 'tongue' looked like a tentacled cock, smearing David's face with its musk before pressing against his lips. "Giff me a 'ittl kith, 'oy," the Security chuckled. David kept valiantly his mouth closed, but then the massive male squeezed his torso tighter. David's muzzle opened as the air was expelled from his lungs, and the cock-tongue plunged in. "Ack-aagh! Mmmf" The dalmatian's lips closed against his in a mimicry of a french kiss, and David felt the dog's maleness grow into unrealistic proportions, pressing against his abs then his chest. The canine's eyes shined with malice, while the deer's were slowly weakening from the lack of air and the thick tentacle drilling his throat. After long forced making-out session, the Security suddenly let go of David. Holding the deer by his antlers, the brute hotdogged the cervine's butt, leaving a trail of pre running from his butt to his lower back. "L-Let go! Please," David pleaded. The dalmatian answered by giving his butt a series of slaps. "Ack!" "I will let you go once I'm done with you," the guard answered dryly. "Don't be like your friend and make it worse for yourself." On these words, the dog lined up the tip of his cock with David's butt, and the deer closed his eyes in anticipation of the incoming intrusion. But just as he felt the pressure of the blood-engorged tip on his anus...

"That will be enough, Hans," a voice coming from the darkness said. The dalmatian froze in place. He and David looked towards the source of the voice. An weasel in carnival attire was by Joshua's side, looking at the dog with disapproval. "What are you doing here, Carl?" Hans growled. "You are abusing your powers, Hans," the weasel chastised the brute. "Your duty..." "Fuck your duty!" the dog suddenly snapped, throwing David against the nearby wall. "I haven't agreed to remain here and in that state for twenty-five years just to play policeman!" "Should we take that to the boss?" Carl questioned in a deadpan tone. "You know that the Manager is okay with this. And seniority be damned, you're just a fucking..." "You seem to be mistaken," the weasel cut Hans' curse sharply. "I did not mean Arthur. I meant the boss." "You would not dare..." Hans reacted, his look turning from anger to fear. "You know, and Arthur, Sylvia, Patrick, and Meredith know too," Carl reminded Hans. "You know that I _can talk to _them directly. And even if I cannot throw you out directly. I can convince them to be much less merciful on what you can or cannot do here." Hans seemed to both fume in rage and shiver in fear at the same time. Howling in frustration, his body started to dissolve into the abyss. "Arthur will hear about this, you fucking weasel. These two sluts better watch their ass," he threatened, before disappearing completely. "Ah... The staff's behavior went really down the drain since the last two centuries. I miss good old Petrus," the weasel sighed, before turning towards Joshua and extending a hand over him. David scrambled towards them, thinking that Joshua was still in danger, but instead, when the weasel took a few steps back, he saw that the rat's bruises disappeared, and that his distended belly had taken back a more healthy looking appearance. Joshua woke up and, groaning, slowly sat up. "Slowly now, young lad," Carl advised in a heartwarming tone. "You still took quite a pounding, both literally and figuratively." "Urg... The fuck... That dog!" Joshua suddenly shouted as he realized everything he experienced had really happened. "Where..." "He will not bother us anymore," the weasel reassured him as he adjusted his bow tie. "For this time at least." "Who are you?" David asked, still wary of the strange man. "You are right. I should properly introduce myself," the weasel chuckled. "My name is Carl. I work here since a looong time. Since the beginning in fact." Joshua and Carl looked at each other in puzzlement. "How old are you, guy?" Joshua eventually asked. In the meantime, Carl tapped his foot on the ground and a pure white halo appeared on the ground, "Hop in there," the weasel offered the two young men. "We have a meeting to attend at the Rainbow Lounge. A staff meeting."