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The house had been remade a hundred different times over the last four centuries. It had been erected in the Garden District in a distinctly Spanish style that had been modified as times passed and the land around it started to be built upon and the space to either side was squeezed out steadily as the cobblestone streets became paved and it grew modernized. Each time it was remodeled it changed hands. It changed hands at an alarming rate. A decade rarely passed that it was sold for a price that was far below its market value. It had finally settled in the hands of a business man from St. Louis who wanted a house in New Orleans for his occasional visits and so it remained. It had been lovingly restored to a period time and filled with antique furniture and vintage decorations that gave it a feel of age.

Apollo personally felt that it made it feel as if it were a tired old house that needed to be aired out. The jay walked into the main foyer with the members of his band and clacked his beak a few times before glancing about. He peeled his sweat soaked overcoat off with a sigh as he flicked the lights on the showed the rich dark brown coat rack that looked like it had come out of the nineteenth century and hung it on one of the pegs. Dee grinned over at him lazily as the husky-feline hybrid flicked her busy tail behind her with a rustling of her purple dyed fur. Her green eyes seemed to linger over the edges of one of the large couches that was set up in a side room.

"Posh, mate, very very posh." Omari jostled him and ducked his head down to get through the door without disturbing the spiked hair that added a good foot to his height. "Didn't know yer Uncle was loaded."

"Eh, he got it cheap. At least we can stay here for the gig." The jay bird dropped his bag down and stretched. "You can just pick out rooms, there's like eight bedrooms or something."

"Damn. Well at least we're going to be staying in style instead of a dive." Dee flicked her ears and padded into one of the sitting rooms while he watched. "Well, I'm for conking out. I don't care what you boys do."

Apollo flushed a little bit at her direct look at him and Omari. The ant eater grinned and it wrinkled up the pale yellow and green dyed muzzle that made his face appear longer and almost dignified if it hadn't been for the wild colored hair job and punk clothing. "Nah, darlin', I'll be watching the TV and seeing what we got around here for food."

"Mmhm, don't keep me awake watching those movies." Dee's grin made her look like a Cheshire cat while Apollo tried to keep himself from flushing any more.

"Well there are bedrooms upstairs. Just pick one. Just be careful not to mess with any of the antiques. My uncle spent a small fortune restoring the place and most of the things here are valuable." Apollo gave his tail feathers a flick and glanced into the interior of the home. "Just keep yourself centered, as well. This place is huge and if you end up getting lost Omari isn't going to let you live it down."

"Heh, I bet he wouldn't." Dee shouldered her bag and gave a stretch. "I'll shoot down in a bit, I'm going to mark my territory and then get a bite before bed."

"Figures you'd go markin' your territory, girl!" Omari stepped behind the avian until his tail flicked about to catch Apollo's legs. "Too much dog and cat in ya ta leave well enough alone."

"You're just upset I'll get the biggest room." She wrinkled her nose up slightly. "Besides, you'll be up all night beating something or another."

Apollo flushed and muttered a good natured curse as the hybrid bounced her way up the massive double stairway. With as shake he padded down the hall that lead into the larger rooms and flicked the lights on one at a time. They came to life to cast an orangish glow over the freshly refurbished floor. His uncle had had the place done in dark woods that made the avian feel vaguely claustrophobic as tried to figure out where the kitchen was. The entire place had been laid out with a center room that spread out into a rough circle of rooms that in turn extended out to sub rooms. He could hear Omari trailing behind him and something being picked up as he darted his head into a room and flipped it on before moving on to the next.

"Horrible set up, Apollo. What sorta person would want a maze like this?" The anteater tried to flick the lights on in another room helpfully. "Oy, I think this is the kitchen."

"Finally. Ugh. I dunno, I think its three buildings actually. The first one was built in the sixteen hundreds or something and was just a shack, and other owners just kinda added on however they could. Wait until you see upstairs. The place is laid out with two hallways." Apollo stepped into the surprisingly modern kitchen with a happy sigh. "Thank god, at least we won't be working with a wood stove."

"Heh, nice." Omari's lean form made its way around the kitchen before poking open cupboards. "So what, people just kept building? Seems stupid when you could just make a new place that wasn't confusing."

"My uncle says people in New Orleans are kinda weird and superstitious. When he got the place it was nearly falling apart, but he got a lot of local pressure to leave it be." Apollo opened the fridge and sighed at the empty shelves. The only thing it held were bottles of various drinks. With a shrug he pulled out a bottle of rum that was resting on its side.

"That's stupid." Omari rustled through a bag of chips. "Why the hell would they care? I mean, if it was trashed it was trashed. I bet he spent more fixing it up then he did buying it."

"There's just a lot of local legends and shit going on about the place." Apollo dug out a few shot glasses before raiding the freezer for something microwavable. "Apparently it was a small plantation house and a woman here owned a lot of slaves. Well, around the turn of the eighteenth century there was a fire that nearly demolished the place and some things came out. She had turned the basement into some sort of torture chamber. They found all sorts of bones down there and chains. Later on they found people buried and they'd had limbs removed and stitched closed or their lips stitched shut, or even eyes. A lot of macabre stuff."

"Damn, you'd think they would have finished burning the place down!" Omari flicked out his long tongue to wrap around a chip before dragging snapping it back into his mouth. "Hell I'd still be tempted."

"Well they didn't. They did dig up the ones she'd buried in the yard and basement, and resold her remaining slaves to area plantations. Someone else bought the place and enlarged it, but he went a little weird about it. He started building pretty normally along the outskirts of the house to add on a porch and some more rooms, but around the second year he started drawing these mad plans that got stranger and stranger. My uncle has a clipping from a paper that interviewed him and he said he had to keep the evil contained by confusing it. Just, really freaky stuff and the guy was already off his lid to start with."

"Great, and you've invited us all over to spend the night! Lovely Uncle you got there, Apollo!" Dee interjected as she padded into the kitchen with her tail flicking back and forth.

"It's just stories. The second owner was the guys younger brother and he went daft too. There was something wrong with the family. But from then on no one really wanted the place. It just kinda sat here and was bought and sold now and then, but no one did much. They're superstitious and my Uncle got a damn good deal." Apollo poured the rum into the shot glasses. "I mean, seriously a great deal. He's even told me that he's spent entire months here on business and he hasn't heard anything more then the house settling. If people wanna talk about ghosts and demons, fine, but just because it had a strange past doesn't mean it's gonna be haunted."

"Heh, yeah, you say that until you start hearing the chains rattling and moaning." Omari plucked up a shot glass. "And then you'll be sleeping with poor Dee in her territory."

"Yeah right," The bird snorted at his band mate. "This place just has a bad rep and people freak out over nothing. Hell, if you wanna go sleep in that dive down on Canal street you're totally welcome to."

"OH hell no, not with the room I found. My own private bathroom and balcony." Dee grinned and picked up her own glass. "Then to ghosts, spooks and demons in the night guys. Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Apollo clinked glasses with the anteater and feline lightly before tossing back his drink with a click of his beak at the smooth rum.

"An' here ya go, beasties, have a drink on us." Omari winked brightly and tipped the rum bottle over to dribble into the sink. "Just don't kill us in our sleep."

"Oh fine, if you're doing it that way." Dee snagged the bottle from the anteater and tipped some more into the sink. "If you're gonna kill anyone go for Omari!"

"Oy! That ain't funny!" Omari snapped and visibly bristled.

Dee and Apollo laughed together before settling down to eat and enjoy the fine rum. Their laughter echoed deep within the house as the well aged liquor spilled down the pipes. Liquor like that which had been spilled in other times and for other reasons. Liquor that creatures once used to summon spirits from the other side in the strange practice known as voodoo. As the trio drank and ate something deep within the maze of the house stirred and shifted restlessly. It's senses stretching out and reaching towards the three that drank and laughed the night away.

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Omari squinted slightly as he watched Apollo staggering up the stairs and the anteater found it harder to focus then it should have been. The bottle was nearly entirely empty and he had even tried to use his long tongue to get the last few drops. The jay bird had laughed and found it hilarious as the punk musician had nearly gotten the thing stuck on his tongue. As it was, they were both well passed drunk. Dee had been the smart one and gone upstairs before she had started to feel the worst of the effects of the rum, but now he looked over his yellow and green dyed muzzle and tried to figure out how he was going to get his ass up to bed and how on earth he was going to even manage the stairs.

He pushed himself to his feet and swayed as his large high soled boots made it hard to balance. He grasped at the edge of the couch and edged his way forward with his eyes focused on the stairs. He cursed himself for not offering to go with Apollo so they could have managed them together. He felt as if he were walking on a bucking floor as he took another step and another. One by one as he stumbled to one side and caught himself on the side of the wall. He giggled drunkenly to himself at his own clumsiness and pushed himself back upwards. He fell forward and caught himself on the back of a chair as he came face to face with a long muzzled creature standing inches in front of him.

"Tha' hell.." He slurred and squinted at the fiery red muzzle that faded towards dark black fur all the way up to a set of long ears. The mule glared at him right back and the eyes held a hint of bloody red as the creature regarded him. "Who're you?!"

The mule didn't answer. It stepped forward and Omari had a moment to realize that the creature wore nothing but a set of manacles around his wrists and a rough looking set of pants. The large muzzle shoved against his chest before the lips parted and he spotted a glimpse of slightly pointed teeth before it blew out a breath. It shouldn't have been any harder then a normal breath. It shouldn't have been more than a puff, but the moment the breath left the beast it smacked into his chest and knocked him backwards. His booted feet tripped on the edge of the carpet and he hit the ground roughly. The wooden floor only held up beneath his weight for a moment before there was a clang and the door dropped beneath him.

The anteater screamed out as the rug he had fallen on wrapped around him and the world became nothing but air. He twisted and kicked his legs out in a moment of terror before slamming into rough ground. Omari went tumbling and he scrambled and tried to kick the rug off as something above him slammed shut with enough force that he nearly felt it vibrating the ground under him. He tried to shrug away his drunken state as he scrambled to his hands and knees and stared into the pitch black darkness. He groped around and felt the rug he'd fallen with, but once he slipped away from it he found himself grabbing at loose dirt.

"HEY! OY!! APOLLO!!" He tried to scream out as loud as he could, but his only answer came in the form of a harsh abrasive bray. The sound echoed around the room before a set of deep red eyes snapped open and glowed in the darkness.

"Boy, ain't no one gonna here ya here." The harsh voice barked out before a torch roared to life just behind the eyes. The firelight cast shadows on the long eared shape he had seen above him.

"Get outta here! I'll call the cops!" He scrambled up and curled his lips back in a snarl.

"Oh little darlin', yer in a right shape ain't ya." The mule brayed laughter before the torch flared brighter and suddenly the creature was gone. Omari took a step back and looked to either side to see where the stranger had gone, but his back shoved right up against a firm warm chest. "An' ya don't got no clue what you awakened."

"Oy!" He jerked forward, but a large arm wrapped over his chest. The hand, wrist and forearm were all bright red before darkening to black and he was held in place. "let me the hell alone!!"

"Alone? Oh darlin', ya summoned me." The large muzzle dropped down and brushed against his spiky hear before the thick lips brushed against his cheek. "I thank ya for the invitation an' drink, sweet as molasses on my tongue an' better than I had in years."

"I didn't give you a drink!" Omari shuddered and felt the tongue curl out to run along his neck as the fingers curled against his chest and pulled his shirt upwards. "Let me go!"

"Ah no sweet thing, ya summoned me up an' ya never heard what we say 'round here?" The mule's voice lowered as the rough fingers raked along his body. "Don't never summon up what ya can't put back an' always know the price."

"I didn't summon you!" The anteater fought free of the drunk dazed state as laughter broke free in a rough braying noise from the mule.

"Ya did, in the kitchen. But now, the price o' callin' on me." The hand released his chest and Omari stumbled forward a few steps. "Time ta put ya to work, boy! Harness ya up just as pretty as can be!"

The anteater gave the mule a wild eyed look as the creature showed flat white teeth when the lips peeled back in a grin. Omari's mind couldn't wrap around what was happening, but he did know that he wasn't going to stick around to find out. He turned and bolted, but as he looked around he found himself in a basement with no door, no windows, no stairs, no obvious way to get away and back up into the main part of the house. The entire basement was a solid packed earth room with a single torch on one wall for light. He got to the torch with the intent to grab it and use it as a weapon to threaten the mule with, but he didn't get much further.

From the darkness he heard a rattling and clattering that made him stiffen up. He twisted around to watch a glimmer of pale blue light glowing from the dark edges of the basement. The clattering came closer before he found himself staring at an old cracked leather harness rising up from the ground and moving under its own power. The anteater bumped back against the wall, but it was too late. One of the straps snapped out and caught him around the ankle before yanking backwards. Another blue edged group of straps and buckles came from the darkness and one of the thicker leather straps wrapped around his neck. He bucked and twisted as he was pulled upwards and the straps tugged down right along his throat and the grip on his legs yanked and stretched his body out.

"LET ME GO!" He cried out only to feel his pants drawn tight around him.

He could no more fight against the strips of leather and harness then he could fight against any normally inanimate object. The harness tugged him outwards as he felt the material of his pants being yanked hard enough that it was giving away. The snap of the leather strips hit right against his chest and the buttons along his shirt snapped off by the force. He could feel himself hanging in midair, but there was nothing he could do about it. He let out a cursing cry as his pants were pulled off and his boots yanked away. He kicked against the hold, but his only response came with the braying laughter of the jack that watched on. Omari's breath caught in his throat as his shirt was peeled off leaving him entirely naked except for the harness that twisted around him.

The harness didn't let him down once he was nude, it didn't even loosen an inch as he tried to cover up his sheath and orbs as best he could. Instead the glowing straps slipped around him and started to wrap around his waist. The buckles brushed along his bare fur as they slipped around his upper chest and loops moved over his head. He tried to shove them away, but instead of being able to move them, he was twisted about in midair as the buckles fastened themselves and tightened down over his belly and upper chest. The worn leather rested just along the line of his back and shoulders while he was left staring at the strange red eyed jack who watched silently.

"Fuck you!" Omari put force behind the words as a loop of leather moved over his tail until it was pulled down right over his tail base. Another strap tightened and forced his tail upwards high in the air as if he was a pony flagging his tail.

"Let's still that tongue, eh?" The mule laughed and then brayed out a strange word that made something against the wall glow and move up in the darkness.

The anteater tried to jerk his head away, but he could barely tilt it to one side as the bridle moved in front of him. The leather was outlined with a hazy blue glow, but that only meant he could see the wicked double bit and blinders. He tried to jerk his head back, but the bridle only followed until it slipped itself over his head. The straps forced the long gelled spikes of his hair down as it moved over his ears and another strap pulled down along the bridge of his long muzzle He jerked his head back and forth, but no matter how he tried to shift it, he couldn't avoid the metal bit that pushed forward against his lips. The bar pushed right up against his lips while he tried to jerk his head to one side to get away from it.

In the end, his struggles were just as effective as they had been when he was being stripped and bound in the heavy leather harness. The bit wedged between his lips with a violent movement that clicked against his teeth so he was forced to part them. The harsh tasting metal slipped into his muzzle and over his tongue as he tried to curse at the mule again. The straps tightened around his head and he was forced to keep his mouth partially open as he couldn't close his jaws all the way around the bar. The glowing harness seemed to pulse around him before suddenly dropping him down flat on the ground with no chance to brace himself.

"Fittin' isnt' it?" The brayed voice mocked him before the reins pulled tight and yanked his head up.

"Wha' are you doin'?" Omari slurred around the bit and was forced up onto all fours by the constant tugging that bit against the corners of his lips.

The laughter was abrasive and vibrating as the reins were tugged again and the weight pressed down against the line of his back. One of the thick nailed hands gripped against the harness strap that ran along the line of his spine. The tug yanked him backwards until he felt the heavy weightt brushing against his bare ass cheeks. He kicked out and tried to jerk his tail down, but the strap that wrapped around it made it impossible. His eyes bulged a little bit as he intimately felt the heavy tip spilling out against his furred rump and the thickness that started to grow heavier as it brushed up along the line of his ass and towards the length of his spine. He twisted his head and struggled against the bit, but the jack only yanked back harder as inch by inch the heavy equine girth started to harden.

"Don't think so, ya ain't goin' no where, darlin'." The deep voice murmured and the hand on the line of the harness gave him a tug back. "Didn't think ya'll'd wake me up without payin' eh?"

"Shorry!!!" He tried to apologize desperately as the thickened shaft gave a rolling push along the line of his lower back. "SHORRY!"

"Mmm I know, darlin', an' ya'll will still be payin' my price." He felt a hot blast of breath that hit against his ears before the hips drew backwards.

Omari twisted his head back in fear to watch the belled tip dragging along his ass cheeks. He could see the thick heavy tip and the glistening of precum, but most of all he could see exactly how large it was. It made him tremble and his breath came in short hard pants as he realized exactly what was happening. He tried to lunge forward, but the bit yanked hard against the corners of his mouth until a bit of drool escaped the edges and then the tip dipped down and trailed along the edges of his rump cheeks. The wetness smeared against his fur while he tried to get away, but the jack's grip on his harness and reins kept him in place all the way to the point that the thick tip pushed right up against his pucker. He let out a muted cry as the girth pushed forward firmly and he felt the thick spill of precum coating along the tender opening.

The hand on his harness released him, but the grip on the reins became stronger as his muzzle was forced down and the mule gave a push forward. He let out a short sharp cry as his anal ring strained open around the thickness of the tip and was forced to wrap around it. The bridle bit down along the edge of his muzzle as he tried to writhe away only to feel the inches sinking steadily forward. His inner passage clamped down as he felt the first viscous splatter of precum drooling inside of him before the dark hips gave another thrust. Omari arched his back and let out a short sharp cry as the inches pushed their way forward. The inner walls strained open wider and wider as he spread his legs open and his back arched upwards .

The rough bray above him came with a jerk of the reins that forced the anteater backwards. He trembled in the harness and fought against the bit as he was forced to push back against the hips that were driving forward. His walls clamped down tightly around the shaft as the force of the tugs made him impale himself on the cock. He twisted and tucked his head down in an attempt to free his mouth from the bit, but the reins just jerked harder so that he was left trembling and shaking as another inch pushed within him. He clenched down tightly around the walls and felt the thick precum oozing deeper into him before the jack bucked forward. The anteater's hips jerked up and his long tongue lolled out as the weighty girth plunged so deep inside of him that he could feel the powerful hips grinding against his upturned rump cheeks.

Omari squeezed his eyes shut and tried to brace himself, but the hips jerked back before he could try and move his arms forward to keep him from being knocked over. The girth pulled back and the thick rise of the medial ring dragged over his passage and sent a shudder of pleasure through him before the hips slammed forward again. His nostrils flared and tasted the stale air of the basement along with the slightly thicker scent of the mule as one of the large hands moved down to grip his hip as the jack started to roll his hips back and forth. His muscles were forced to strain open wide around the spire time and again.

He felt that he could feel each and every stroke that was being driven into him. The medial ring was a source of pleasurable torment as it slipped deep within him and pulled out with lewd popping sounds. His walls clamped down tightly around it each time it teased right along the edges of his prostate and made him jerk back. The anteater's jaws ached under the constant strain of the bridle and his cheeks burned in a hot flush as he was used like the mule that was taking him. The harness rubbed against his fur and the rough braying sounds above him only increased in volume to match the hips that slammed forward and drew back again.

Worst of all was the fact his half drunken state was responding to the rough claiming. His body was reacting until he could feel the brush of his pink shaft rubbing against his belly and the wetness of his own precum leaking out. The weight balls shoved forward against his own and the medial ring teased through him so that he cried out a high pitched sound. His breath came out in gasps as time and again the cock hilted inside of him and left his passage coated thickly with precum that oozed out along the edges. His eyes glazed over slightly and he tried to force away the sensations of enjoyment that the mule brought on him. He lowered his head just as the hands jerked the reins hard enough that his head was jerked up high. His eyes bulged a bit in shock at the rough yank.

"Head up, mare, gotta have ya lookin' proud." The mule brayed and Omari swallowed roughly before the weight of the jack's chest pressed against his back.

The reins remained taut, but he felt the large muzzle pressed against the back of his neck as the powerful strokes stabbed the swollen glans deep within him. Each hot puff of breath came out raggedly and he whimpered low in his throat as the pleasure built steadily within him. He tried to gasp out a cry for mercy, but the mule only slammed his hips forward hard enough that he was thrown against the reins and bit. The tip swelled outwards larger and larger, it ballooned out until he was gasping out and let out a short sharp squeal. The sound was muffled around the bit as the heavy equine orbs pushed up against his own and suddenly heaved upwards to force out a hot thick eruption of seed into his passage.

The anteater trembled beneath the weight as the hot spill of cum flowed deep into his passage and felt like liquid fire. His cock pulsed and twitched against his belly to fling viscous clear drops of precum against his chest as he was claimed. The hot breath only made it worse as the mule's abrasive bray vibrated his chest and ears. The sound of it traveled through the basement and he was left helplessly jerking his hips forward as he milked and coaxed out another hot heavy rope of cum into his passage. And another. The world swallowed with darkness, heat and pleasure that mingled with his humiliation and shame. He was chased into unconscious to the sound of braying laughter and a pair of blood red eyes that seemed to glow with baleful fire.

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Apollo wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten upstairs, but the bird giggled to himself as he woke up and stared down the tilted hallway. He blinked a little and watched the hall tilt more when he tried to shift upwards and found himself partially wedged in his doorway. It took a moment, but he eventually untangled his limbs enough that he could partially sit up. He had apparently fallen in his door way and snuggled up to one of the tables in the hall before passing out. His mind was still fogged with too many shots of vodka and he pushed himself up onto all fours as the hall tilted wildly when he swayed to one side. He squinted and tried to stop his eyes from blurring long enough so that he could try to stand up to make it to his bed.

"STOP! STOP IT!!" The female voice rang out before a scream echoed down the hall. The bird jerked his head up as the cry nearly vibrated the floor beneath him.

"...Dee??" He croaked the words out of a sore through and grabbed the hall table and hauled himself upwards with an unsteady rock back and forth.

"No.. NOOOO!" The female voice shrieked the words out and the jay flattened his crest feathers and snagged a statue that had been placed on the hall table.

"I'm comin'!!" He hollered back and stumbled down the hall towards the sound of struggling bodies and something thudding against the wall.

His heart hammered against his chest as he tried to squint through the darkness to find which room Dee had made for herself. Part of him, the most sober part, nearly made him turn back to grab a phone to call the police, but the sound of shuffling and a soft whimpering noise made him go to the one closed door. His hands fumbled with the opening as he raised the statue he'd grab in preparation to knocking out whoever was attacking his bandmate. After several moments he managed to get the door open and crashed through with a yell and wildly swung the statue around. He stopped midswing as he found himself standing in the middle of a perfectly organized room with no hint of disorder or even anyone that might have been in trouble.

"The hell?" Apollo blinked his eyes and looked at the small sitting room in confusion. No one was here. There wasn't even a peep of sound now that he stood in the middle of it. "God, shouldn't have drank so much." He dropped the statue on a table and moved a hand up to rub above his beak.

"Or you haven't drank enough..." The words whispered through the room as a cold breeze hit against him and teased over his feathers.

"Hey? Damnit Omari!" He straightened up and tried not to sway too much as he stormed to the closet to drag the anteater out. "I'm too drunk for this."

"Not yet yer not.." The voice hissed through the air so that the temperature started to drop enough that the bird shivered.

"I'm gonna tell Dee you're fucking around up here!" Apollo cursed and grabbed the closet door to yank open and the world dropped out from under him.

Something grabbed his ankle and yanked backwards hard enough that he went crashing down onto the floor and hit his beak against the wooden flooring. The grip on his ankle tightened before he was hauled backwards away from the door. The jay cried out and tried to twist around to curse at his friend, but Omari wasn't behind him. Nothing was behind him. His foot was hung up in the air being held by nothing before yanking backwards to drag him across the room. He let out a series of yelped and tried to grab for the furniture to stop himself from being pulled away, but nothing helped. He was trapped! His eyes bulged with fear and he writhed and wiggled forward only to be pulled back hard enough that his fingers left marks in the floor.

The door to the room slammed open and he was yanked out into the hall as the pace picked up and he was pulled down the hall at a breakneck pace. The sound of foot steps could be heard, but he couldn't see what it was coming from or even who! He cried out Dee's name and Omari's desperately while he was yanked past the stairway, but whatever had him didn't care. He was yanked to one side of the haul and pulled into the old servants passage before the thing dragging him stopped. A small door slammed open behind him and Apollo twisted around and kicked his caught leg as candle light flickered from beyond the opening.

"Oh god! STOP IT! LET ME GO!" He screamed out, but whatever had him dragged him through roughly enough that he nearly hit his head on the edge of the door way and the light filled world of the house gave way to a dank looking room filled with half melted candles.

"Oh blood o' the owner o' this house, how I been waitin' fer ya." A voice hissed in his ear as his leg was dropped down. The voice came from the corner of the room and the jay bird yelped out in fear as something stepped forward.

He hadn't notice the creature when he first walked in, he hadn't even thought to look in the corner of the room, but even if he had the dark coat on the creature would have hid it. A large bodied coat stepped forward with its split lips parted in a smile while the demonic looking red eyes all but danced above the heavy muzzle. The slit pupils made it look even stranger as it.. no he.. definitely a he Apollo realized. The goat was entirely nude and the heavily furred body showed off the broad chest and the furred sheath between its thighs. The nostrils flared a bit as the creature regarded him for a long moment with his head tilted to one side. The large curled horns caught the candle light while the jay simply gaped at the stranger.

"Who the hell are you?!" He scrambled backwards only to feel frozen as the goat stepped forward with the dull click of his heavy cloven hooves.

"The heart o' the house." The creature grinned and showed white teeth in all that darkness. "The sins o' the past made flesh."

"Let me go!" He tried to stand up, but an invisible grip forced him back down as the goat advanced and the three fingered hand moved out to touch under his beak. The thick nailed tips clicked against the hard underbeak with a tap.

"Now why'd I be doin' that, darlin'? Ya drank my rum an' called me forth, an' it's been a long long time since someone remembered ta give a bit o' rum for me." The goat bleated laughter before shaking his head. "An' the owner is too canny ta let me get a hold of him what with all those pretty catholic saints and crosses. You?" The hoof pulled Apollo's head up. "Yer a sinner ain't ya? One o' my kin."

"No, no I'm not! I didn't summon you, no one summoned you!! Let me go!" He tried to shrink away, but the goat only leaned forward closer.

"No." It was just a single word, but it rolled from between the split soft lips almost touchably deep. The goat lifted his horned head and bleated out a strange series of words and the bird's world shifted.

His body was hauled from the floor despite his best effort to pull himself free. He was forced up onto his knees while something glowed in the darkness. He squinted slightly at the blurring outline that started to take form along the edges. It looked like a large rectangular piece of wood set on a stand. It wasn't until he realized that there were three holes in the middle that he realized it was more than just furniture. His body was forced to lean forward as the top half of the rectangular restraining device lifted up and his head was forced through. His hands slipped through the smaller holes as he tried to fight off the invisible bonds, but he couldn't get free.

His breathing came out faster as the top half of the device dropped down so that it wrapped around his neck and hands. His body completely bent forward and unable to pull back as he yanked and twisted. The wood bit against his neck and was nearly too tight even with the slender curve of his neck. His feathers puffed out as he rolled his eyes up and tried to stand up to force the upper half to lift and free him, but it held firmly in place. He heard a soft metallic clatter as something locked in place and the goat leaned down to grin at him before shaking his bearded head back and forth with a mocking smile set on his features.

"Fittin' eh?" The goat drawled out before stepping back behind the restraining device and Apollo couldn't see anything, but he could feel.

He yelped out as rough thick fingered hands gripped against his pants and yanked backwards. It was almost painful with the way they were pulled off and the zipper forced to spread open so that his legs jerked outwards. He cried out a protest and jerked his hips forward, but the buck yanked harder and the bird found his legs being jerked high in the air despite his attempts to fight the disrobing. The more he fought, the tighter the wood felt around his neck. He twisted and jerked when his legs were dropped down and a thick fingered hand rubbed right along the curve of his bare feathered ass. The fingers gripped firmly there and squeezed before stroking along the edges.

"Come an' help yer friend, darlin'. He's gonna need a bit o' help." The goat bleated to something in the darkness and Apollo's looked around wildly as something jingled and stepped out of the shadows. He could do nothing but gape for a moment at the form that revealed itself.

"OMARI! HELP ME!" He lunged forward as the anteater blinked glazed looking eyes at him and didn't seem to see him at all.

Omari was completely nude except for what looked like an old modified horse harness and a bridle that wrapped round his head. His teeth gripped a bit and the reins were looped over his neck so they trailed all the way down along the curve of his rump cheeks. He didn't look at Apollo, he stared behind the jay at the goat. The soft bleating words made no sense to the bird, but Omari jerked and stepped forward to walk around the restraining device that Apollo had been forced into. He heard a jingling and creaking of leather, but couldn't see what was going on until the goat stepped forward and cupped a large hand just beneath his beak.

"Please.. what's wrong with..MMMPH!!" He choked out the last words as the thick fingers gripped either side of his beak and gave it a firm squeeze that pried it open. He worked his jaws slightly, but couldn't close them as his tongue jutted out as well.

"Now now, slaves need ta be felt an' seen, not heard." The goat's other hand moved up to cup just along the large looking sheath and squeezed it.

The jay stared in horror as the dark crimson cock pushed upwards and split the lips of the sheath open as it rose up along the belly. He jerked backwards and twisted his head to one side, but the hold on his beak and the restraints kept in place. The inches of glistening flesh rose up steadily under the coaxing touch of the fingers that massaged long the sheath. He would have tried to fight harder, but a sudden flick of a familiar long tongue made him tense and jerk his hips up. He could feel the anteater teasing just up against his sheath as the long slippery tongue pushed out and started to slide forward in a firm stroke along the down that edged the tip and wiggled inwards.

He tried to yell out Omari's name, but he couldn't speak around the grip of the hand under his beak. He could only tense as the hot agile tongue pushed into his sheath and coiled right around the tip of his cock. It made him squirm at the feel and his body tensed up instinctively as the caressing strokes teased back and forth over the hidden glans and left him trembling against the restraints. It was confusing and distracting enough that he only choked out a cry when the goat's cock tip pushed into his beak and shoved right up along the curve of his tongue. The dribble of precum drooled along either side of his beak as he tried to push it back out, only to have the goat shove forward in a short swift movement that plunged the tapered tip right into his throat.

The jay couldn't choke like other mammals did, the sudden invasion made his eyes bulge with panic as the hardened shaft stopped him from being able to draw in a breath, but the goat only rested their a moment. The hips pulled back slowly and tugged right along the curve of the tongue before he plunged forward again in a firm push that forced the tip of his beak right against the furred loins and the underside even bumped against a set of truly massive orbs. And through it all he felt the hot eager tongue of his friend coaxing and pulling his cock from his sheath. His body tensed and responding no matter how he tried to stop it. The girth filled out and swelled before Omari's supple muzzle pulled the tip of his glans into the maw and Apollo's hips jerked forward instinctively. His cheeks flushed at the bleating laughter as the goat pushed forward again.

He couldn't stop from swallowing, he wanted too, but the hot watery precum drooled along the back of his throat so that the moment the cock plunged into it he started to clutch and suckle around the member. His breathing came out rough and fast as the goat's hips rolled in slow strokes that forced him to feel fully half the boned cock stretching his throat at the apex of each thrust. His tongue struggled and pushed against the underside of the cock as he tried to shove it free, but he couldn't. He was left coughing and groaning as his beak was violated thoroughly by the powerful black hips and the feel of the fingers clutching against his jaws.

The worst part of it was, he had no lips. Each time the goat drew back he tasted the precum drooling along his tongue in hot ropes before it spilled out over the edges of his beak. The strands clung along his jaw and even smeared along his throat feathers before the creature pushed forward again making him almost grateful he could swallow the worst of the mess. It made the jay flush hotly and squeeze his eyes shut, but the only distraction he offered was just as embarrassing. Omari's long tongue twisted and curled right around his cock, it squeezed and stroke as the anteater took ever last inch he could into his muzzle. The jay could even feel the bar of the bit rubbing against the underside of his cock, but even that was pleasurable.

His cock hardened and pulsed until he could feel himself drooling out precum, but it was only sucked down the anteater's throat as Omari pushed forward and suckled hotly. His friend didn't even seem to realize what he was doing or that Apollo was trapped. The bird moaned out and arched his hips in a short thrust into the muzzle instinctively as the goat gave another short thrust forward that shoved right into his throat. The movement was thick with the salty sweet taste of precum that made him swallowed rapidly in an effort to stop more from dribbling and staining his dark beak. His white feathers pinned flat to his head in fear while he started to jerk his hips in time with the way Omari started to bob his head. The sound of the jingling bridle worked in time with the hot eager mouth.

The goat's fingers moved from under his throat and moved up to dig right on the feathers of his head a moment before the hips thrust forward short and hard. The heavy orbs clapped right up against his chin before the creature drew back again. The near violent thrusts forced the supple hot entrance of his throat open and rubbed over his tongue so fast that Apollo could barely work his throat fast enough to swallow down the slippery seed fast enough. He struggled with it and through it all the anteater teased him. The head bobbed beneath him and pushed up to suckle and squeeze every hardened inch of him. The long tongue twisted and probed along his glans before gliding downwards so that the jay's body tensed up and his hips jerked forward blindly against his dazed friend. It stopped mattering that Omari had no idea what was going on, it stopped mattering that his throat was being abused and claimed by the demonic goat. All that mattered was the pressure that was growing in his belly and making it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else.

Omari's tongue slipped upwards and ran along the feathers of his loins briefly as his entire cock was pushed into the anteaters throat. The tongue pushed all the way down until it caught right along the swollen orbs of his balls and gave them a rolling stroke that sent a tremor rushing through the bird. He moaned out brokenly around the goat's cock as his balls drew up tight between his legs and he jerked his hips forward blindly. Apollo squeezed his eyes shut as the first hot rush of his seed spilled out and his body seemed afire with waves of pleasure as Omari's hot suckling mouth moved in slow bobs as it milked and pulled the flood of seed from his hardened shaft.

He wasn't prepared for the goat, he was only dimly aware of the stabbing thrusts that invaded his throat as he vainly tried to swallow fast enough to keep himself clean. The cock plunged forward and he was recalled to himself as the goat didn't pull back but plugged his throat and cut off any chance to draw in a breath. He muffled a cry and jerked his head back to try and clear his air way, but the goat refused to pull back. The heavy orbs pulled up against his chin before a jet of pressured cum erupted from the tip and spilled into his throat. He gulped and struggled to swallow, but each and every swallow pulled and suckled around the cock ensuring that more was coming. He squeezed his eyes shut while the warmth of the cream flowed deep into his belly and left him shuddering in the restraints.

His last thought as the heat seemed to catch on fire inside of him was utter humiliation as the goat jerked his cock free and the final spray of cum splattered right over his beak. The ropes of it clung to his white head fur as Omari's muzzle pulled from his still quivering cock. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

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Dee blinked her eyes blearily and felt her head pounding faintly as she kept herself from sitting up with a force of will. She knew the signs of a hangover when she felt it and the last thing the feline-husky hybrid wanted to do was jerk up and feel the headache spike into something that was a torment. She saw light cascading in front of her and slowly moved so that she snuggled a bit more firmly under the covers. She moved her hands up to try and pull them up over her head, but instead of feeling a warm thick blanket, she encountered leather. Her fingers groped until she found the edge of a zipper and frowned before trying to focus her eyes on the bedroom.

_How the hell did I get here? _ Dee thought and glanced at the sitting room where the empty bottle of rum had been knocked over and clothing was scattered everywhere.

Slowly she sat up and felt herself swaying a bit as she tried to concentrate on keeping from being sick. She licked her dry lips and gave her head a bit of a shake that chased away some of the worst of the dizziness.