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One-twenty-four Oakridge Drive stood in a cluster of similar Victorian-style houses on a cliff overlooking a small harbor town. The house had dark red exterior walls with white trim, giving it a slight resemblance to a barn. A tall, stocky bull-tiger was busy unloading a huge stack of cardboard boxes from a moving van onto the sidewalk outside. An imposing figure, he stood nearly seven feet tall and was easily able to carry several boxes at a time through the front door. He was in his mid-twenties and his light orange fur was offset by reddish-brown stripes, with a contrast of cream-colored fur at his neck and cheeks. A tuft of that reddish brown fur stuck out from under the collar of his black t-shirt, and the khaki shorts he wore fit snugly around his large waist. True to his bovine heritage, a pair of curved horns stuck out from behind his feline ears, and a silver barbell horseshoe ring hung from his nose. There were no movers to help him, but he didn't mind. He had scored a pretty good deal with this house, considering the size. It was perfect for someone of his stature as well, which had been an immense relief when he had toured the place earlier that month. The number of boxes on the sidewalk dwindled to a handful before long, and the large hybrid had two of them in his arms when the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him caught his attention. He turned and laid his green-blue eyes on a rather handsome husky in dress slacks and a white, button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, revealing a bit of his fluffy chest scruff. He stood about five foot ten and as such, barely came up to the bottom of the bull-tiger's chest. The husky's bright blue eyes shifted from the last few boxes on the sidewalk up to the bull-tiger's face

"Hi, neighbor!" the husky said cheerfully as he held out his hand.

The bull tiger put one of the boxes back down and shook the husky's hand firmly. "Hello," he said. "I'm Tarke."

"Jack," the husky replied as he clasped the bull tiger's hand. "You need some help?"

"Um, s-sure. Thanks," Tarke said shyly.

Jack helped Tarke carry the rest of the boxes into the house's living room, where the bull-tiger had made a pile of them.

"I can handle the unpacking, Jack," Tarke said. "I... really appreciate your help."

"No problem," the husky replied. "I'm glad someone finally bought the place."

"Oh? H-how long was it on the market? Is there something I should know about?"

Jack's expression turned serious. "It's been vacant for almost two years, and yeah, it's ridiculously haunted."

"W-what...?" Tarke gulped audibly.

"Oh yeah. Word is, the original owner murdered his wife in the nineteen-hundreds and hid her body under the floorboards. Sometimes you can see her ghost in one of the windows from outside. Who knows, we could be standing over her corpse right now..."

Tarke felt his fur stand on end as Jack spoke. The room was silent for a few breathless moments before the husky burst out laughing.

"I'm only kidding, man!" Jack said in between guffaws.

Tarke frowned, annoyed. "T-that wasn't funny!"

"You should have seen your tail floof up though! Poof! Like a feather duster!" Jack grinned.

Tarke glared at him. "Okay seriously, what was the previous owner like?"

Jack shrugged, still chuckling. "He was a good sort. Pretty reclusive, but nice every time I saw him. Kept his lawn in order, never bothered anyone. Not the creepy kind of recluse, you know?"

Tarke glanced around at the empty walls.

"Any idea what he did for a living?"

"No clue. I didn't know him personally," Jack said as he looked at his watch. "Well I should probably be heading back home. I live down on the end in the grey place with blue trim. You should stop by sometime and I can introduce you to the wife and kid."

Tarke's heart sank a bit when Jack mentioned his family.

"Well I don't know... We've only just met..."

"No worries! I'll have the wife make enough dinner for you tomorrow night and you can decide whether or not to come over, okay? Around six o'clock?"

"O-okay, I guess..."

"Great! I'll get out of your hair for now. Take care!" Jack waved as he let himself out, and Tarke set about unpacking his belongings from the boxes.

***

It was well after dark once the bull-tiger had finished unpacking most of his belongings, and there were still some empty rooms left in the massive house. Oh well. It just meant that he would have space to grow into. As he opened the master bedroom's walk-in closet to hang up some clothes, he realized the light inside had burned out. Tarke sighed- he hadn't thought to pick up spare bulbs for the move-in. He would have to replace it in the morning. He hung up the shirts he had unpacked and was about to leave when he noticed something shiny, glinting in the corner of the darkened upper shelf. Grabbing his cell phone, he turned on the flashlight and nearly dropped it in shock when the light fell on a large, shiny horse head. A mask? God, he hoped it was a mask. Tarke pulled over a step-stool he had brought and climbed up to get a closer look. His face and ears flushed beet red when he realized that the mask wasn't the only thing on the top shelf. Behind the very realistic mask against the wall was a massive, equally realistic, rubber horse dildo. Tarke's heart thudded in his chest. The mask and its matching dick must have belonged to the previous owner and been missed during the house's cleaning. Curious, Tarke gently lifted the mask off of the shelf and flipped it over in his hands. It was also made of rubber and had jagged symbols etched into the inside edge- a maker's mark, most likely- and a stubby gag jutted out of it on the inside of the mouth.

The bull-tiger grimaced and put it back on the shelf next to the dildo. Who knew what kind of gross acts the gear had been used for before the previous owner moved out? Tarke promised himself he would throw them out in the morning, though he stood there for a while admiring the veins and craftsmanship on the fake horse dick. It was about two feet long and incredibly thick, about three inches across if Tarke had to guess. A set of molded testicles the size of baseballs made up the base of the thing and the bottom was smooth and flat. The medial ring halfway down the shaft was an interesting feature, and one that the bull-tiger didn't have much experience with. He found himself wondering what it would feel like sliding inside, subconsciously reaching his hand forward toward the curious toy...

He shook himself out of that thought and pulled his outstretched hand back in alarm. Bah, he was just tired; and maybe needed to get laid as well. He climbed down from the stool and stowed it in the corner of the closet before stepping into the master bathroom to brush his teeth. As he brushed and hummed to himself, his mind drifted to thoughts of Jack, and in particular, what the husky would look like as he thrust his dick into the bull-tiger's ass. His cock throbbed to life in his shorts as his mind raced with lewd images. Tarke spat out the toothpaste and splashed cold water on his face.

"Settle down, me," Tarke breathed in annoyance. "He's married with a kid for crying out loud-"

A loud thump from the closet made Tarke's heart nearly leap out of his chest. Memories of the ghost story Jack had told him rushed back into his head as he cautiously poked his head out of the bathroom. The closet door was closed- had he left it open? He couldn't recall- and the bull tiger gingerly crept toward it, putting his phone flashlight back on as he gripped the door handle.

The door swung open and the light revealed the large horse dick, which had apparently rolled off of the shelf and fallen on the floor where dust, lint, and hair were clinging to it. Tarke frowned and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. He didn't know where this dildo had been, after all, nor if it had been cleaned afterward. The bull tiger wrapped the towel around the giant fake dick and put it back on the shelf. He held it in place and moved the mask back to where it had been to keep it from rolling. Tarke found himself inwardly impressed by the dildo's weight. He could have bludgeoned someone to death with it! Tarke sighed and closed the closet again, and then moved to close the curtains on the bedroom windows. It wouldn't do to have someone seeing him undress, however unlikely that might be. Pulling off his clothes and scratching his reddish-brown chest fuzz, Tarke ran one of his fingers over the silver rings piercing his nipples as he lowered his hands to the waistband of the blue jockstrap below his pudgy belly. He slipped the jock down off his legs and his semi-hard dick pulsed expectantly. The bull tiger gripped it and stroked the thick length gently, rubbing his padded thumb against the dripping, circumcised head as he climbed under the covers and turned off the light on the nightstand.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, his mind swirled with thoughts of Jack's toned, smaller body pressed against him as they two of them locked lips. Tarke's dick throbbed to its full nine inches, and he huffed and moaned softly at the thought of Jack's cock spreading his asshole open around it. His hand clenched around his meat as Jack thrust into him, lifting Tarke's legs high as the husky's nuts slapped into the underside of his tail. As the bull tiger came closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, he tugged on one of his nipple rings and his fantasies became more wild as the tension on the silver hoop sent shockwaves of pleasure up his spine. Jack tied him up and pressed that massive horse dildo into his ass, opening him wider than ever before and making him groan as it stretched his hole. Tarke felt his hot cum splattering against his chest as his body shuddered from climax and his cock pulsed hotly in his fist.

God dammit... He really did need to get laid.

***

The following day, Tarke was rearranging his belongings to put everything right where he wanted it. He also took some time to explore the rest of the large house- old homes like this were always full of nooks and crannies, and he wagered that he'd missed some on the short buyer's tour. As he walked from room to room, he briefly thought that it would be a great place to host a party. Most of the rooms were connected by wide hallways that would have been perfect for milling guests, and there were multiple bedrooms in case someone became too impaired to go home... But Tarke wasn't one to even go to parties, let alone host them.

He made his way to the study (the place had a freaking study!) with a box full of books. The room had an extravagant oriental carpet that took up most of the hardwood floor. A wooden desk sat near a large window opposite the door, and a bookcase, flanked by two wall lamps, rested against the wall to Tarke's right as he entered. The other wall was bare, and hadn't been cleaned very well, as the stocky hybrid could easily tell where framed photos or paintings had once hung. The bookcase was so large that the bull-tiger's entire collection of books barely filled two shelves. He stepped back from it and frowned at how sparse the study looked, but it would have to do. One of the wall lamps next to the bookcase was crooked, too. Tarke would have to get that fixed at some point; he filed that thought away just below cleaning the walls, on the growing mental list of minor repairs he would have to make.

Despite how empty the room was, it was quite pleasant, and Tarke found himself enjoying the creaking sound of the floorboards as he shifted from hoof to hoof. It was an oddly comforting sound. However, he had other work to do around the house and so, reluctantly, he left the room to finish setting up his belongings.

It was some time later, after he had fixed himself a sandwich for lunch and was letting his mind wander while hand-washing the plate he had used, that he remembered the mask and dildo he had found the night before. He shrugged and dried his hands with a paper towel, grabbing a black trash bag from under the sink before climbing up the stairs to the master bedroom. The bull-tiger pulled out the stool and took the mask from the shelf, dropping it into the black bag. When he reached for the massive dildo, though, he hesitated. It looked very tantalizing despite being splotched with hair and lint from its brief encounter with the floor. The shape and length made Tarke shiver subconsciously as he gazed at it. Surely, throwing out something so magnificent would be wrong, right? His cock throbbed against the fabric of the jockstrap behind his shorts. It was just so nice to look at. He didn't have to use it after all... but... what if he did? He felt his dick thicken and slide along his thigh to the left as it fully hardened in his pants. After all, throwing the dildo out would deprive him of ever having the chance to feel it plunge into his depths and split apart his anus-

The doorbell rang.

Tarke's fur stood on end as he realized that he had been slowly stroking the fake dick for who knows how long while he stared at it.

"God damn fucking libido..." he grumbled as he pulled his hand away and dropped the bag on the floor.

The doorbell rang again as he hurried down the stairs.

"I-I'm coming, hang on!" he said.

He opened the door to see a stocky, male alligator and a muscular, older male lion standing there holding a pyrex dish covered in tinfoil. The lion was strikingly handsome and fit despite the wrinkles on his face, which hinted that he was probably at least twice Tarke's age. The alligator was dressed in a loose-fitting grey t-shirt and jeans while his feline partner had on brown slacks and a green dress shirt, the collar of which was open and pushed outward by his brown mane.

"Hi there!" The gator said in a cheerful voice. "I hope we're not interrupting anything..."

"N-no, not at all. I was just cleaning up a bit."

"Good! I'm Frank and this is my husband, Colin," The gator said, gesturing to the lion next to him.

"How do you do?" the lion said.

"I'm Tarke," the hybrid said, ears flicking back a bit as he heard the inevitable loud thud from upstairs that signaled the dildo rolling off of the closet shelf. He couldn't stop the blushing heat from filling his cheeks.

"Sounds like you're busy after all," Colin said with a chuckle. "We won't keep you. Just thought we'd bring you a house warming gift."

"What is it?" Tarke asked.

"Homemade brownies," Frank said with a grin.

"Thank you very much!" Tarke took the tinfoil-covered dish from the gator.

"No problem," Colin said. "If you need anything, we're in the yellow house on the corner."

"O-okay..." Tarke replied shyly as the two turned to leave.

Why was everyone around here being so nice to him? He was probably overthinking it, but it almost felt like they were students trying to butter up a teacher or something. Bah, he should stop worrying. Tarke sighed as he left the brownies on the kitchen counter and climbed the stairs. He picked up the horse dick and bag from the floor of the closet. The dildo felt nearly lifelike against his paw pads and he felt a shiver run up and down his spine as he tossed the bag onto the bed and brought the fake cock into the bathroom. In bright light, the shaft was even more impressive, and Tarke noticed the same odd symbols that were on the mask etched into the bottom of the shaft. He stood the thing up on the floor of the shower. It was firm enough to stand on its own, drooping only slightly from the weight of the thick head. Tarke realized that it was too big to wash in the sink, so he would have to strip down and get under the water with it to clean it off- and it needed to be cleaned if he was going to keep it.

The hybrid pulled his clothes from his burly body and tugged on the faucet in the shower. As he stepped inside and squirted some liquid soap into his palm, his penis throbbed to life. Tarke ignored it despite how achingly hard it quickly became, and instead began rubbing the soap all over the rubber equine dildo. The dust and lint from the floor of the closet fell away from it more easily than Tarke had expected. Even after the shaft was clean, the bull tiger continued to stroke and massage the fascinating toy in the warm water. He cleaned it as if it were his own prick, which still jutted out from his groin and throbbed angrily from being neglected. The more he ran his hands over the horse dildo, the more confident about taking it he became. The thought of sitting on the monster toy right there in the shower made his heart thud in his chest as he massaged the length. His asshole winked in anticipation as he set the shaft down on the floor in the warm water and stood over it. His heart pounded in his ears as he gripped his own pulsing cock and squatted over the thick head. The flat tip of the dildo touched his quivering hole, but it became clear that he would need lube to get it inside. Tarke whined and pushed down on the toy in spite of that obvious fact. He tugged on his hefty balls as he stroked, the anticipation and fantasy proving too much. Even without the toy entering him, the tiger bull's cock erupted in sticky white ropes against the shower wall as Tarke shuddered from one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He eventually stood, panting as he rinsed his cum off of the shower wall.

Shortly after, he turned off the shower and stepped out of it, towelling himself off and sliding his jockstrap back up his legs. He picked up the dildo from the shower floor and gently dried it off. He needed a place to keep it without risk that it would fall on the floor again, so he pulled the small amount of clothes out of the bottom drawer of his dresser and placed the toy inside. He guessed the mask and dildo were part of the same set and he couldn't just separate them, right? Tarke pulled the mask out of the bag and had just placed it in the same drawer next to its counterpart when a delicious, masculine scent filled his nostrils from... where? Was it him? He closed the drawer and lifted an arm to sniff himself, but he smelled freshly clean from the shower... And just as quickly as it had appeared, the smell was gone.

That was weird.

Tarke shrugged and made his way downstairs to have some brownies. He didn't even bother putting more clothes on. This was his house now after all, and if anyone came barging in on him, it was their own damn fault!

***

Later that night, Tarke was pulling a black tank top over his head and long, red surf shorts up his legs. He didn't bother to put on any deodorant. He smelled fine- better than fine, even. Jack probably wouldn't mind. In fact, Tarke hoped that the husky would enjoy his natural scent. Tarke's cock twitched in his jockstrap.

It was a short walk to Jack's house and the night air was pleasantly warm. Tarke inhaled a deep breath of the ocean air that wafted up from the harbor. Just a hint of sea salt hung in the air and while his new house smelled fine, it was a nice change. Tarke strode up the short walk to Jack's front door and rang the bell. He didn't have to wait long before the door opened to reveal a wide-eyed young husky pup. Tarke guessed he was only about five years old.

"Hello," the large hybrid said to the small dog that only came up to his knees in height. "I'm Tarke. Your dad invited me over for dinner yesterday."

"Daddy! Mister Tarke is here!"

Jack's head poked out from a doorway down the hall. "Well, let him in, Timothy," he said.

"Sorry, am I early?"

"No, no, we're just running late." Jack smiled as he ushered Tarke into the dining room.

The house was decorated like many other suburban houses that Tarke had seen before. Tarke sat with his back to the kitchen where he had a decent view into the living room, and Jack sat across the table from him. He then lifted Timothy into the booster seat on the older husky's right. Each place was already set with silverware and glasses of water.

"Sarah should be bringing dinner out shortly," Jack said. "How are you holding up in your new place?"

"I'm coping," Tarke said. He wasn't about to mention the weird sex gear. He barely knew Jack after all. "It's a pretty big place and I'm afraid I don't have enough stuff to fill it with."

Jack chuckled. "Yeah the previous guy who owned it became kind of a collector the longer he lived there."

"It sounds like you were in there fairly often when the old owner was still around," Tarke said.

"Nah. Occasionally, he would throw these kicking parties, though. Dancing and boozing, you know?" Jack took a sip of the glass of water in front of him. "He was a recluse, but he knew how to throw a hell of a bash."

"Language!" Sarah said as she came into the room from the kitchen and set plates of food in front of Tarke and Timothy.

"Er... sorry. No repeating that, Tim, okay?"

Timothy was already eating, though, and hadn't heard his father curse. Sarah brought out two more plates for herself and Jack and sat at the end of the table to Tarke's left. The female husky had a white and red fur pattern and silver eyes.

Jack raised his water glass after everyone was seated. "Welcome to the neighborhood, Tarke!"

"Thank you very much!" The hybrid responded as three glasses clinked together.

Steak was on the menu, and most of the meal was quiet other than Timothy's occasional youthful noises. Once they had eaten, Jack took the dishes into the kitchen to wash them while Tarke and Sarah stepped into the living room. As the bull-tiger sat in one of the plush armchairs, he noticed a decorative bronze wolf mask hanging from the wall. There were jagged, decorative symbols scrawled over the silver-plated filigree along the edges; if it was a foreign language, it wasn't one Tarke recognized, but they seemed familiar all the same.

"Nice mask," he said, leaning forward to peer closer at the minute details.

Sarah smiled. "Oh that's just one of Jack's little hobbies. He collects antiques. That one's from Babylon, or at least that's where he says it's from."

"What do the symbols on the base mean?"

"I couldn't say," Sarah said. "You can take a closer look if you want. I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind."

Tarke stood up and peered at the mask curiously. The level of detail was astounding, and it reminded him of the horse mask in his dresser back home. He ran a finger along the snout and it was almost as if he could see individual hairs in the wolf's fur. A powerful scent filled his nostrils: virile, canine, and masculine. Tarke felt his jockstrap tighten and he quickly sat back down, crossing his legs to try and hide his arousal. But even after moving away from the mask, the smell still hung about his head. It smelled like... musk? That was it! But why?

"Uh... c-can you smell that?" Tarke asked timidly.

"I don't smell anything unusual," Sarah said, sniffing the air. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just-"

"Sarah, please don't encourage our guests to touch my valuable collection." Jack's tone was far more stern than he had been since Tarke had met him. He almost sounded angry the way he spoke through his clenched teeth. It made the bull-tiger realize just how little he knew about his new neighbors.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be a big deal..." Sarah said, standing abruptly. "If you'll excuse me, I should put Timothy to bed." The female husky nodded slightly to Tarke and gave her husband a worried glance as she left the living room.

Tarke noticed that Jack's hands were clenched into tight fists as the husky turned his attention to him.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner, Tarke, but Sarah and I have work tomorrow morning."

"O-oh... no problem. Thank you so much for the meal." Tarke stood, but his cock was still throbbing in his shorts from the scent.

Jack obviously noticed and gave the bull-tiger a predatory glance that made Tarke's skin crawl. Without warning, the husky stepped closer until they were inches from each other, his nose twitching as he curiously sniffed Tarke.

"Oh it won't be long now. I can smell it all over you. Soon you'll be one of us," Jack said in an icy tone that made Tarke's fur stand on end. "Now be a good boy and run along home."

Tarke nodded and quickly turned and left through the front door, glad to be leaving without angering Jack further. The husky's emphasis on 'good boy' was unsettling, but what could Tarke do about it other than hurry home and bolt the door? He had nowhere else to go.

Once back inside his new house, Tarke was no longer his confident self from earlier in the evening. Shadows crept up the walls and made each room seem even more unfamiliar. The hybrid hurried around the house, turning on every light and making sure all of the windows were locked as well. Jack's abrupt change in behavior and the mysterious musky scent from the mask had him increasingly on edge as he moved. He was growing more convinced that something was not right in this neighborhood. He stayed awake for several hours, making absolutely certain he was alone in the house. Eventually his eyes drooped and he crawled into bed with his clothes still on. Despite leaving the nightstand lamp on, he drifted off to sleep shortly after his head hit the pillow.

***

Tarke was on his knees on a stone floor. His throbbing, nine inch cock jutted out from between his bare legs. A chain affixed to his nipple rings was pulled tight and making him grit his teeth from the intense feeling of pleasure it sent through his nerves. He huffed through his nose and whined as his neglected dick dripped onto the floor. An imposing, muscular horse stood in front of him, tugging on the chain that was driving the bull-tiger wild. The stallion's scent was familiar, heady and masculine. It made Tarke's mind swim with desire and lust. The horse had dark brown fur and eyes that burned with orange flames. His erection was a spitting image of the toy that Tarke longed so much to have buried deep inside of him, and the stallion snorted as the large hybrid was turned to a pile of needy mush before him.

"Look at yourself," the horse said in a deep voice that boomed around them. "Such a pretty little kitten. So eager."

The stallion's massive shaft dripped onto Tarke's chest, the scent of his precum invading the hybrid's nose and setting even more of his nerve endings alight with ecstasy. Tarke would have cum on the spot if he could, but something was stopping him.

"This is what you want, is it not?" The stallion pressed the tip of his meat against Tarke's lips. "Let me enter you and I will show you pleasures the likes of which you have never experienced."

Tarke's jaw was still clenched shut from the stallion's tugging on his nipple rings, and the immense horse stepped on the hybrid's throbbing dick, pushing it down to the floor where it oozed against the sole of his foot.

"I am a generous master. You will be well rewarded for serving me, my delicious little Tarke. Just let me in."

Tarke opened his mouth to groan and the wide, flared head of the stallion's cock slid inside, pushing immediately to the back of his throat. Tarke licked and sucked on the meaty tip, making the stallion rumble a pleased sound low in his chest.

"Good boy," the horse said in a sensual, soothing voice. Then, without warning, he pulled his erection from Tarke's mouth and pushed the hybrid onto his back with a foot. "Now do what you know must be done," the horse said.

***

Tarke woke up with the stiffest erection he had ever remembered having. He was in bed, cradling the horse dildo in his arms with the tip in his slurping mouth. He could still taste the stallion's precum and smell his masculine, musky scent. Fuck, he needed the toy inside of him! It was no longer a question of choice. He didn't even care how it had traveled from his dresser to the bed. Tarke just wanted to feel the fat head of the dildo pushing against his lungs as those plump balls pressed into his taint and the wide base spread his eager asshole open.

The bull-tiger crawled out of bed, standing the toy up in the middle of the floor. He tore off his clothes, sitting on the thick tip and trying to force it past his tight ring. Tarke whimpered when it just wouldn't enter. He needed to find some lube, but he knew he hadn't brought any with him. Tarke huffed in frustration as the flat tip rubbed against his ass while he bared down and clenched his teeth. His achingly hard erection dripped lewdly onto the floor.

The bull-tiger stood up and yanked his jockstrap back up his legs, tucking his throbbing length to the side before pulling on a pair of shorts. He didn't bother with a shirt. Going to a store for some lube would take too much time, and he was desperate to get that lifelike horse dick inside of him as soon as he could. Frank and Colin were gay, maybe they would lend him some lube... it was an embarrassing request to be sure, but Tarke didn't exactly have another choice.

He practically flew out of his front door and down the street, the cool morning air rushing by his bare fur as he hurried to the yellow house on the corner. It was the only yellow house on the street. Tarke hurriedly knocked and then knocked again a few seconds later when there wasn't an immediate answer. His fist was raised to knock again when the door opened. Colin stood in the entryway to the house in nothing but jeans and a leather harness. His mane turned into a brown fur trail that traveled down his torso and disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. Like the bull-tiger, both of the lion's nipples were pierced with silver rings. The black leather of the harness accentuated the older lion's muscles extremely well and it was all Tarke could do to not drool openly with his mind so clouded by lust and need.

"Tarke," Colin said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You know, I normally wouldn't entertain a guest when we're busy, but I'll make an exception for our soon-to-be brother. What can I do for you?"

"I-I um..." Tarke began as he wrung his hands like a junkie going through withdrawal. Colin's words weren't important. "I n-need s-some... lube..." He could feel his cheeks and ears burning from embarrassment as a slow smile of recognition crept over the lion's face.

"Looks like you need it pretty bad. We're finally getting to you, huh?" Colin said through his grin. "The anticipation is the worst part. Once you accept it, you'll love it. Trust me."

"W-what are you...?" Tarke stammered, his fidgeting growing worse as the need to be bred by the horse toy grew in him.

Colin beckoned him inside. "I'll show you. Follow me."

Tarke started to pant as he followed the masculine, imposing lion, and he could feel his palms starting to sweat. Colin strode confidently through the immaculate first floor, leading the distraught bull-tiger to a room toward the back of the house. The older lion smiled kindly and beckoned Tarke with a finger as he opened the door and stepped inside.

Tarke was not ready for the sight that greeted him. Frank was on his knees, completely naked. His thick erection throbbed when he saw the bull-tiger and he whimpered, wriggling his ass in anticipation. His thick tail was pulled up and fastened to the back of a leather collar around his green neck. His belly sagged with his shoulders as he struggled against the rope that held his wrists tightly in place. The gator was wearing a familiar-looking boar mask and from his muffled noises, it was clear to the fidgeting bull-tiger that the gag inside the mask was doing its work. Frank's ankles were also bound together, preventing him from moving at all. Tarke's own whimpers caught in his throat as his cock throbbed and drooled inside his shorts. He didn't care if it left a visible wet spot on them. He just wanted to get fucked. His ass clenched at the sight of Frank's twitching erection and he watched as Colin took a realistic boar dildo from one of the shelves in the room. As he brought it closer to the bull-tiger, Frank wailed through the gag in protest.

"Be quiet," Colin said sternly to him. "You'll get what you want, but not until I allow it."

Still holding the toy, Colin moved around behind the bull-tiger and pressed close to his back. Tarke licked his lips as the musky scent of the dildo invaded his nostrils. He would have taken any cock at this point. He just needed to be filled so badly! Colin's bulge pushing into the crack of his ass through his shorts made his nerve endings sing, but it wasn't enough. Tarke pushed back against him out of desperation as the older lion dragged his rough tongue along his neck, holding the toy close enough to lick. But before he could, Colin pulled it away from his nose, leaving the ghost of the heady scent drifting into his nose.

"I would love to have access to this," Colin said, gripping Tarke's ass with a rough hand and squeezing so firmly that the bull-tiger thought he might cum on the spot. "But if I did that before your... patron has a go at it, he would be very, VERY cross with me."

The older lion ground his bulge into Tarke's crack while spreading his clothed cheeks. Both tortured bottoms in the room whimpered almost in unison and Colin chuckled. He pinched one of Tarke's nipples in his fingers and watched with delight as Frank's cock pulsed and oozed precum onto the floor. The bull-tiger gasped and clenched his fists in frustration, shuddering as his nipple was tortured. In such a state, he would have given himself to Colin in a heartbeat. He would have let the older lion violate his every orifice and push his boundaries to their very limits... but Colin was otherwise preoccupied.

Colin slid out from behind Tarke and pulled a bottle of lubricant off of the same shelf where the dildo had sat. He squeezed a large dollop on the nearly foot long boar toy and winked at Tarke as he moved around behind Frank's twitching ass. As he did, he touched two fingers on his clean hand against his forehead, and then pressed them to the forehead of a bronze crocodile mask that hung in a shrine of candles and incense against the back wall of the room. It looked almost identical in style to Jack's wolf mask. Colin pushed Frank forward until the nose of the boar mask almost touched the floor as he lined up the tip of the dildo with Frank's quivering hole. He looked up at Tarke who was shifting from foot to foot and achingly hard in his shorts, the large wet spot on the front making his arousal extremely apparent.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked. "Take the lube and go please your patron. He's probably famished."

Tarke grabbed the bottle from the shelf as Colin shoved half of the dildo into Frank at once. While was leaving the house, he could hear the gator's elated howls of pleasure as he finally got what was coming to him. That same desire throbbed in Tarke's heart as he ran back to his house. The bull-tiger leapt up the stairs and ripped off his soaked shorts. Everyone on this block that he had met was in some kind of cult. So what? None of that mattered anymore. He squirted an enormous amount of lube onto the thick head of the horse dildo that sat right where he had left it. He didn't even bother to take off his jockstrap. The anticipation pounding in his heart and head was too great for him to deny any longer- and yet... the sight of Frank in that mask was an enticing one. Tarke did have a mask of his own...

"Do what you know must be done!" The memory of the stallion demon from his dream yelled in his mind and he eagerly threw open the dresser drawer. The mask lay there expectantly and Tarke lifted it from the drawer with reverence. As he pulled it against his face, his lips wrapped around the gag and sucked it against his lashing tongue. The zipper at the back of the mask didn't even catch any of the bull-tiger's fur in it as he pulled it closed. Tarke whimpered at the feeling of pleasant warmth and fogginess that overcame his senses. The smell of masculine, stallion musk was so strong in his nose that it made his head swim with lust. Tarke turned back to the dildo in time to see some of the lube slip from the head and fall to the carpet. He quickly gripped the shaft and smeared the slick stuff all over the toy. The bull-tiger then stood over the dildo and finally lowered himself onto it.

It was like a firework of pleasure exploded in his chest when the thick head effortlessly pushed inside of him. Tarke gasped aloud as the dildo throbbed to life, the tip flaring up as it invaded his colon. He felt two hands grip his thighs and looked down in alarm to see hand prints on his fur in thick, brown goop. Curious for a split second, he gathered some on his fingers and tried to sniff it, but the powerful stallion musk in his nose made smelling anything else impossible. He moaned through the gag as the cock inside of him went deeper and he fell forward onto his knees when the medial ring crashed past his anus. The bull-tiger shuddered in bliss, even though something was preventing him from cumming. He could feel the brown goop slowly coating his ass and legs with each thrust of the demonic dildo. Every push sent the flaring, throbbing head deeper than before until eventually Tarke felt those fat, swinging nuts slapping against the back of his and the dildo's tip pushing insistently at his lungs.

Holy shit...he was taking all of it!

He looked down at his gut and saw the flared head lewdly bulging his stomach outward. A shockwave of ecstasy traveled up Tarke's spine as the disembodied demonic dick pounded into him and more of his body was covered in the brown goo. Those goopy, phantom hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him back upright as the mask dripped over his chest and belly. The goop seemed to solidify like a second skin as it covered him, and the bull-tiger twitched at the electrifying sensation. The ooze pushed his tail upward over his back like Frank's had been, stretching his asshole further and allowing the possessed toy to fully hilt within him. Tarke moaned and craned his head backward to see the coarse hair of a horse tail sprouting from his new "skin."

"Doesn't it feel good to submit?" The horse demon's voice rang in his ears as the gag in his mouth started to change.

It extended down his throat, stretching it as the gag grew thicker. The flaring head traveled downward and into his stomach. Tarke struggled as his brain tried to cope with being stuffed from both ends by two feet of horse cock, couldn't, and then shattered. All that mattered was the pleasure. He didn't know how he could still breathe. He didn't care that he was losing control. He didn't care that the demon was turning him into a facsimile of the stallion from his dream. He stopped trying to figure out exactly what was going on and instead let his body go limp as the brown goo covered the last of his body and he was completely encased by the stallion's blissful warmth. The demon tilted Tarke's head downward and he saw his blue jockstrap tear open as his muscles grew thicker. His nine inch cock sprang outward, flinging precum across the room. Some of the goop traveled along his shaft and slid inside the hole at the end. Tarke shuddered as he felt it travel deep inside of him, and then felt his balls become much heavier. He watched in awe as his erection gained five inches; a flat, flaring head; and a medial ring of its own. He could probably suck himself off now, if his mouth weren't already occupied.

"Excellent, Tarke," the demon said. "Very good boy."

Yes, this is what he wanted; to feel the bliss of being engulfed by the demon for an eternity. As if on cue, the pleasure peaked within him as both horse cocks inside of him throbbed with increased urgency.

"Receive my gifts and usher more into the fold," the demon's speech was feverish and urgent now, and Tarke felt the dildo in his ass pull out halfway before plunging back into him as deep as possible.

Tarke's prostate was pummeled by the medial ring and the toy's thickness as it hilted a final time, sending his nuts into quivering overdrive as they pumped his bull-tiger essence. But nothing came out of his cock as it throbbed and spasmed in orgasmic bliss. Instead, Tarke felt the demon's hot warmth filling his belly from both ends, expanding his gut until he looked pregnant. Tarke's eyes rolled up in his head and he gurgled around the gag in his mouth as he was stuffed. He could hear the demon panting in his ear- no, it was his own panting.

Tarke slowly stood and the brown goo seeped inward, as if absorbed by his fur. The dildo he had taken was nowhere to be found, and he lifted a hand to his face to feel his familiar bull-tiger features once again. He looked down at himself as the goo slowly disappeared, squeezing a bicep to admire his new muscles. He was also shocked to see that he had retained the thick horse cock and weighty balls.

Excellent. This bull-tiger is a perfect recipient for my power. Consider the changes a gift for being such a willing thrall.

Tarke shuddered as the foreign thought invaded his mind.

Downstairs. To the study.

Tarke was reluctant to go. He really should get dressed first- The throbbing insistence of the two horse dicks against his prostate and inside his throat made him double over from pleasure. He stood again on shaky knees and headed down the stairs to the study.

Pull the lamp.

Tarke reached up, yanked the broken lamp downward, and watched only slightly surprised as the bookcase slid to the side, revealing a secret passage. He followed the dark hallway until he emerged into a small chamber. Candles ignited themselves around him and he saw a bronze, Babylonian horse mask sitting on a stone altar at the back of the room. There were several other rubber masks and dildos of varying species enshrined around the room, as well and a carved circle on the floor. Tarke rubbed his hands together as he moved closer to the sex gear, his hooves clopping on the stone as he walked. He picked up a mask in the likeness of a ram and traced the symbols etched on the inside. His hand drifted to his new, pulsing horse shaft and he stroked it slowly in anticipation.

We have a lot of work to do, my new pet.

END