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An idea I had for an erotic horror Anthology, which will start with the location of J. Hyde Mansion but can expand to other places and locations.

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:Warning:

The following story contains adult material and depiction's of sexual and Kink based activity. If you are under 18 or whatever age of consent in your Province, Municipality, State, Country, Nation etc. then do not read further.

You have been warned and told, and should you ignore or choose to look anyway even if you're not of age may your God (or gods, whatever) pour hot acid down your throat and dissolve your testicles into snakes (And if you're female, then your insides, since you don't have testicals, which may be a bummer for some of you or a blessing for the rest).

If you do not care for sexual or kink material then you can close the window or go elsewhere, and if you don't mind then enjoy, the options are free for everyone.

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Paranormal Party: Tales of Erotic Horror

"Tonight is going to be sick!" Shouted the brown and grey patched coyote at the head of group.

It was a tight group of five furs, making their way along a back rural dirt road. Around them were several fields of ripening corn, and hay. A dilapidated wooden fence bordered on either side of the road, separating the travellers from the fields on either side of them. The darkened sky above was filled with sounds of the night, from hooting owls to the whisper of wind through the graveyard of barren tree branches. A small but dedicated series of stars glowed above, but the clouds were growing and blotting out the night sky, darkening everything that wasn't lit by still full and glaring moonlight.

Keith the coyote, like the whole group was dressed for Halloween. He was even sporting a rather authentic looking Indiana jones outfit for his costume. Slightly 5 foot eight, he was not the largest one among them, but he was the loudest.

The slim and curvy dark grey cat beside him, smiled at her friends outburst, as she readjusted her blonde Marylin Monroe wig. Moving the wig slightly exposed her green dyed hair underneath. The sexy white dress she wore clung to her figure as she pulled a silver shawl about her shoulders constricting her garments. "Keith you're such a dork sometimes," sniggered the grey cat playfully.

"Shut up Sam, let me have this," pouted Keith dejectedly, looking down to his boots. Sam who was right beside him smirked and reach forward to cup her paw about her friends shoulder.

"Hey it's okay, but come on man, if you want to score with Selene or whosever else at this party, you better try and act more mature." Sam (or Samantha) made sure to make that last part a whisper so their friends wouldn't hear, but even that was confident in voice. Inside however, she was filled with fear herself. Keith may be dorky, but Sam had something far worse going against her. She was trans, and while her body was curvy and smooth like a females, the feel of her still male and intact junk, rubbing against her dress line, made her overly cautious. Her barrier to getting laid at this point was higher than Keiths.

Ahead of them, the one person in question Selene, was leading up the group as they walked down the dirt road. A tall and beautiful ewe with golden dyed fur, she strode boldly on a set of well manicured and polished hooves. She wore a set of silver hoof shoes extending up her hooves to her ankles, the silver catching in the moonlight. Selene was dressed in a rather pretty princess outfit, with tinsel like embroidery along the one piece dress and top. The curves of her rather large breasts were visible from the wide and extended neck line that revealed so much of her upper body. Most eyes if they could pull from her boobs, would be drawn to the jade and gold necklace about her neck, or the diamond tiara on her well brushed and pony tailed hair.

Selene was one of the more popular people among the group despite being the youngest, only eighteen years old. In comparison Sam was twenty, and Kieth was nineteen. Which left the only remaining two in their group, Adman and Rick.

Both were tall muscular lion boys, both twenty years old, and the best of friends. Adam was tall, six foot five, with golden tan fur and no mane. His piercing blue eyes were most notable of his features. He was dressed as a gladiator, with a fishnet shirt, and styrofoam shoulder plates, and a set of leather greave shorts. His bare legs ended with his bare footpads. The costume was made fully complete with a cardboard painted shield on his arm.

Rick was six foot two, with a small but easily brushed brownish mane, and darkened golden fur. He was dressed as rapper, with a black dew rag and bandanna about his head and neck. He was wearing a grey leather jacket with gold buttons, and wore a pair of leather pants. He was not bared pawed like Adam or Sam, and carried a pair of well worn dress shoes. Rick followed beside Adam, the two occasionally and jokingly, punching each other in the shoulder.

"Hey bro, you think there'll be any grade A pussy there tonight?" Asked Rick with a horny smile. He overcompensated for the fact he was a virgin, but everyone else already knew that. Adam (who had had sex before) only smiled right back and pushed the other lion away with him playfully.

"Yeah man, but hell, there's some grade A pussy right here, right Sam?" Teased the jock lion. Adam spent a lot of time in football and swimming, and was known as the athletic one among their friend group. As such he often liked to brag and show off his masculinity to others, including Sam since she had come out to their group.

"Fuck you Adam!" Smirked Sam giving the lion a fierce middle finger. "We both know you've sampled this pussy's mouth, and we both know ten seconds is not a stamina point to brag about," further teased the grey cat.

At that Keith and Rick exploded in laughter, even Selene who never went unkempt in public, sniggered and held back a smile. Adam looked embarrassed but shook it off and scoffed at the female cat. "Eh whatever," he finished.

"Where is this place anyway?" Asked Selene, her voice rich and as pretty as her face. She lefties one of her legs and rubbed gently at the ankles and then the heel of her hooves. "We've been walking for way too long." They had indeed been walking for quite a while now, having parked their van a mile back.

"It says on this flyer, it should be right up this way," replied Keith, holding the pamphlet in his paws. "I saw this back at the gas station, says this place opens up only once a year for a massive Halloween Party, on 13th street road, Crystal Lake terrace...The ugh...J. Hyde Mansion." Kieth quickly scanned with his eyes, trying to see any sign of a large house or other sign. While the night was dark, the moonlight was bright enough that it lit up the entire road and fields. It shouldn't have been hard to spot the place, he would have thought.

"What a place like this is doing all the way out here is totally bogus," muttered Rick.

"I'm going to ignore the fact you used the word, bogus bud, and focus on how much of a whiner you are," Adam flexed towards his friend. "You at least are wearing shoes, my paws are bare and killing me!" groaned the lion gladiator.

"You boys think that's bad, try having Hooves," smiled Selene flashing the group a sight her hoofed feet as well as partials of her bare legs. Both lions and Keith groaned at the sight of the succulent wool soaked flesh of the hot ewe. Sam however, only rolled her eyes.

"Boys!" She inwardly groaned. They didn't seem to have any self control, though even she was feeling aroused by the sight of the ewe's bare legs. That said she didn't have to advertise that fact like some lust crazed ditz.

"I...I think I can see it!" Suddenly cried Adam pointing ahead just past a small bushel of closed trees ahead and to a towering structure just beyond. It was hard to see in the dark, but there did seem to be something big behind the corpse of trees and bushes. As they cleared the corpse, the whole group finally caught a glimpse of J. Hyde mansion. It was a lone figure, standing in an open glade just off the side of the road, with a large metal fence and gateway. The gates and the gateway were open and rusted with age.

The building itself was an old school great hall, the size of a large mansion, with a large extended bell tower above the front. The rest of the building was built like a barn, three storied high with sloping roofs and a few buttresses with crumbling gargoyles stacked upon them. Dozens of glass stained windows peppered the sides and corners of the building, all dusty and cobwebbed. Some were even broken or cracked. The front door was composed of two large oaken doors, both equally massive. The door built upon a large porch platform extending down a set of steps. Two large cracked pillars held up the front of the house and upper bell tower. The house was old and creaking, a relic of the early nineteenth century. It was molded and crusted with age, covered by large entailments of ivory. A stale smell of old paint and mothballs wafted across the group as the wind picked up.

"Fuck me, really?" exclaimed Adam watching the hideous and creepy old house with trepidation. "This place looks like the Manson families lodge."

"More like Frankenstein's pimp motel," followed up Rick.

"Jesus Keith, this is definitely the kind of place that screams, "entire group of people found murdered!"Moaned Sam. Looking up at the old house she was filled with a sense of dread, but also excitement, she wanted to see what the party was about, but she couldn't shake the nagging fear of it. It was an odd sensation that she couldn't decide if she liked or not.

"Hey, it's a halloween party, at a halloween haunted house, this is exactly what we wanted to get!" cried Keith defensively, shaking the pamphlet about. "What were you expecting, Pee Wee's playhouse?" He added.

"What does the flyer say about the party Keith?" demanded Selene. Looking herself with fear at the old building.

"It just says, party will be open all night from six onward, be out by twelve on the final chime," replied the Coyote reading the fine print of the flyer with some difficulty. "They made this last part really small for some reason." Keith grumbled, as he crumbled the flyer and tossed it on the ground, turning to look back at his friends.

"We could at least peak inside and see what's up?" Piped up Selene looking with slight disgust at the water damaged and cracked alabaster walls and pillars of the mansion.

"I agree with Selene, we can at least check out the party," added Adam. The gladiator lion flexed his muscles and cracked his knuckles, his ego frothing at the chance to sniff out an excited female at the party, and plow their living brains out.

"I'm with Adam," replied Rick, clapping his friend on the back. It was not surprising that Rick would back Adam, he could be quite the yes man when he got going. It was quite normal for him to follow Adam around only do things if Adam was doing them too.

"You know I'm in," chimed Keith energetically, looking excited about seeing inside the house. Now all eyes turned to Sam who was staring uneasily at the mansion

I...I don't know guys, i'm not really feeling it," muttered Sam, pulling her silver shawl tighter about her. She still couldn't shake the gnawing feeling of dread that had been poking at her, since they had first sighted the mansion.

"We can always leave Sam, if it's lame, or we want to go," added Keith.

"Keith's right Sam, besides, we may be able to hook up with some actual decent partners, rather than these louts," smirked Selene, with a sultry voice. She gestured to their friends and shook her head. She was very open about how few of their friends were hook-up material in general.

Sam only could only do her trademark response; rolling her eyes. Her friends words did have some validity to them. If they wanted, they could always leave. With the fearful feeling still nagging in her gut, she ignored it and turned back to her friends and gave them a go-ahead nod.

The group approached the large oaken doors together, stepping up the creaking and old wooden steps to rest on the upper porch platform. The sound of the creaking wood echoed along the walls, made only more evident by the eerie silence that surrounded the mansion. There were no chirping of night larks or the hooting of an owl. Not even wind seemed to dare to cross paths with the building. The cool night air never grew chilly because of it, and the air remained stagnant and stale. It was also like the mansion itself didn't exist in the same world as everything around it. Truly it was an odd and slightly unnerving setting, but no one seemed to be detoured by it.

Keith who had assumed leadership of the group as Selene pulled back to stand beside Sam, strode forward and fiercely knocked on the old doors. He stared back at the rest of the group and noticed their eyes and body language. It was the sight and feel of fear. Keith however, was not one for superstition. "Will the lot of you grow up!" He warned, before giving the doors an extra loud clap with his fist. For several minutes there was total silence until the doors suddenly creaked and began to part open.

A cold red eye pressed itself out of the gap in the doors and quickly scanned the small party. Without sound or warning the doors then were forced open even more, revealing the eyes owner. She was a fancy barely dressed vixen, tall and pretty, with red fur and white down her chin and middle. She wore an open styled dress that only had two thick straps leading from the middle of the dress over her shoulders. The straps covered her large breasts which were bare and were not hindered by a bra. The sides of her C-cupped breasts stood open to view, while one could make out the outline of her areola nipples pressing through the straps fabric. Her stomach was bare, featuring only the gold and red of a belly button piercing and the gem stone dangling from it. Her waist covered by a golden skirt with several layers of rubies and glowing gems embedded in the material. She was bare pawed and carried several bracelets about her wrists and ankles. A bushy brush of a tail flickered behind her. Her face was narrowed along her black freckled muzzle, several silver studs in her nose and lip, just below her red eyes.

Everyone in the friend group was shocked and awed by the pretty vixen standing before them. What she apparently lacked in modesty, was made up in dedication to appearance.

"Welcome travellers!" Smiled the exotic vixen with great joy and friendly demeanour. "We haven't had outsiders to the party in ages, hardly any people ever respond to the flyers anymore," she chortled in awe.

"Are we late?" Inquired Keith, looking around the vixen hoping to see lights or hear music, but only able to see pure blackness and hear nothing but silence behind her.

"Later than most, earlier than some young man," came the vixens laughter filled response. "You know what they say, some live by the setting of the sun, others by the witching hour!"None of the friend group really knew what the vixen was talking about, but she seemed to all of them, to be a bit ditsy herself.

"Come in and have some fun," admonished the Vixen, parting the doors to allow all five friends to enter as a group.

"But I don't see anything?" Wanted Selene, unable to glimpse anything but darkness behind the vixen, as if all the lights in the place were off.

"Don't be afraid, and trust Amelia," answered the Vixen gesturing for the young furs to enter the foray.

The gang looked at each other before they all tuned as one and walked forward through the doors, in the darkness. At first everything went back, but they didn't stop walking, until finally with a flash, everyone of them was temporarily blinded by a searing white light. When they opened their eye, a collective gasp emerged from the group as they witnessed a different sight than they had expected.

They appeared to be in the front hall of a major ball room, the floor checkered with black and white marble. Several large aged pillars equally paced along the sides of the walls, extended up to the ceiling, which was painted with gothic depictions of castles, creatures and clouded demons and angels locked in war. Along the sides of the hall there were two staircases leading up to the second level.

Green, red, and orange lights flickered across the ballroom floor, as a large gathering of dancing furs mingled about on the dance floor. At the far end of the room on a raised stage lay a band set up, the musicians al dressed and painted as skeletons, with rave paint and UV paint decorated about them in the darkened light. Several large cauldrons decorated about the floor, a mist of fog boiling over and out of the cauldrons insides and plastering the room. Halloween decorations, upside down crosses and gothic pictures of gore and black, gloomy figures lay along the walls. It was indeed a haunted house set up.

"Damn this is quite a sight," muttered Rick. Adam beside him nodded in agreement.

"So big..."trailed of Selene looking at the sheer size of the dance hall, before flickering her gaze up the large flight of stairs leading to the second level.

"Quite big," answered the vixen ,Amelia with a smile as she suddenly appeared behind the group, shocking them all. "Sorry to surprise you," she whispered with a slight tang of joy. Sam perked her ears at that, for it was the same kind of delight she often heard in the voice of the many tormentors who poked fun at her.

"Wow this place is...wow!" Sang Keith looking wide eyed at the party. "How long has everyone else been here/" He inquired seeing the mass of dancing furs of all shapes and kinds.

"Everyone here but you are a regular. We are proud to have such a dedicated membership that is bound to us, mind and soul," answered the vixen. "If you're interested you can become lifelong members too?" She asked hopefully, giving a cheeky grin that matched the glint of her red eyes.

"We'll see," replied Selene hotly, brushing past the vixen, not liking the way Keith or Adam and Rick kept staring at the little slut. Selene was not usually cruel, but she was vain, and she didn't like not being the prettiest source of attention.

"If it would please you, I can recommend everything we have to offer here," spoke the vixen, ignoring Selene's attitude. "This first floor is the dance hall, to the left there is a snack table if you're hungry. And just beyond the band there by the stage is a hallway which leads to a study room, there's a fire in the fireplace back there if you want to be warm and rest."

"And Upstairs?" Inquired Selene. Adam and Rick also perked up and looked equally invested in the answer.

"Upstairs is the guest rooms and personal quarters for the staff, though I do believe they are using some of the rooms for...hook up suites," teased the Vixen with her own sultry voice. "It's quite popular with the regulars I hear," offered Amelia gently.

Selene and the two ions looked at each other and grinned, all three knowing exactly what they would be looking for first.

"Are there...any rules?" Inquired Sam, starring at the sultry vixen with a gaze of apprehension.

"Only this! If there are rules posted, follow them. If any of the guests or staff offer you anything, only agree to it if you really really want it, and finally, be out of here by twelve o'clock, on the last chime, otherwise no other rules, except have fun." Amelia smirked and waved out to the party encouraging the group to go ahead and experience it.

"Want to meet back here by twelve then?" Asked Keith, looking about him as the rest of the gang nodded. "Okay then, have fun and be safe," he finalized. Giving a firm nod to the rest of the group as he looked for their sexy looking host.

The five friends then parted going about their separate ways. Selene and the Lion boys headed for the staircase to the second landing, as Keith went after the vixen Amelia. Sam was left alone staring at the dance floor and figured that she might as well make the most of it, and check it out. The fear took second priority given her new exciment and interest, as she made her way over. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. After all, it was party, and what was the worst that could happen?

...It begins,