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"Ugh, no wonder this place is abandoned." Angel grimaced as he pushed a few chunks of trash about with his boot, flicking his long tail behind him.

The folf had grudgingly agreed to come to the old house with his friends for Hallwoeen as a bit of a lark. It was supposed to be haunted and a few dares had been given that had sent them laughing and screaming at first. It had been fun for a while, there were a hundred spooky stories about the old abandoned house, the way it was falling apart and the position just off a long winding road made people think that something terrible had happened to make people leave it behind. Angel had laughed with the rest, making up stories and squealing at every little noise, but that had been a couple hours ago into the dare to stay the night and by now it had started to grow tedious to listen to the rest of his friends jumping at shadows.

He had begun to wander away from them, crinkling his nose at the scent of mildew on the air and the encroaching sharper scents of the swamp that trickled in through the open windows and cracked glass. He flicked his green and black tipped tail back and forth lightly, his ears pricked up high on his head as he opened up one of the closet doors. The old colonial home had a history, though he had no idea what it might be. There were old papers gathered up in corners of the closet and nothing quite looked like anything of interest. The wall paper was yellowed and curling, but a few things had dates on them. Most seemed to be from the fifties so he left them go and padded out of the room to the next one, cocking an ear back to listen to the distant sounds of his friends.

They were probably out playing with the oujia board, hoping to summon up some sort of spirit for their evening party. It was hardly interesting to him, but he had hopes he'd find something to take away from the house as a token of his adventure here. He passed up the stairs that were small enough that they must have been for servants when the house had been lived in. The lean white folf had to wriggle and squirm to get between some discarded boxes to push past them, hearing the stairs creaking under his paw pads. His wild green dyed and black hair fell along his eyes, draping down towards his muzzle while he got out a flashlight and flicked it on.

He knew that he was taking his life in his hands going into the higher levels of the house. It was seated far too close to the bayou and the swamps had a habit of taking back that which was given to them. The wood might give way at any moment, but he was nothing if not a daredevil. His black shirt caught on some of the wood as he scraped past and he let out a puff before getting past the worst of the discarded trash and ran the last few steps up to the third level of the house. The attic. The scent of mildew and damp pervaded everything as he flashed the light around the top floor, tipping his ears back in disappointment as he saw nothing but empty space and bits of paper.

He took a moment to straighten his shirt, grimacing a little as a few splatters of blood hit the ground thanks to a scrape against his stomach from the wood. It wasn't bad, just a scrape, but the fact it was soaking into his shirt made him sigh a little bit. At least it hadn't torn the fabric, which was something. He cast his eyes around the room and didn't see anything that was even remotely interesting. He had assumed the attic would be filled with something interesting he could investigate. He walked around the wide room, glancing at the broken windows that showed the trees stirring outside that were stirring in the wind. There wasn't even something as promising as papers, it was just cob webs and dust.

"Been an age since someone been walkin' m'home." A voice echoed hollowly from nothing, making Angel swing around, his tail tucking down in shock as he showed his teeth.

"Robby?" He called out, his heart racing as the room remained empty, his flash light flicked over nothing except his own boot prints in the dust covered floor.

"Not hardly, cher." The thick accented voice answered, the echo's fading slightly as two cloven prints began to appear on the ground beneath the dust. "Ain't nobody walked dese halls in longer then I can recall, but sometimes ya gotta make do, oui?"

"Who's there?" Angel felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as a shadow began to form crouched on the ground.

It wasn't much at first, just a dark outline of a creature that shouldn't have been there, but it was growing more solid by the moment. He could feel electricity in the air as the folf stumbled back, his tail securely pulled between his legs as the creature became more and more realistic looking. A set of towering scimitar horns curved up as the darkness was bisected by a white grinning skull and a long muzzle. Thick hooves were on the ground, balanced easily as an oryx took shape that shouldn't have been there. The eyes fixated on him as the creature had two fingers in his mouth, the tongue flicking out as the phantasm quality of the specter was growing more substantial, more realistic and lights started to flare to life around him.

Angel sucked in a breath, shoving his back against the wall as candles began to glow and appear from nowhere, sending shadows leaping and jumping in the distance. The empty attic started to change. Tables appeared out of nowhere, shelves and hanging lamps bounced from the ceiling as skulls and bones, feathers and fur, bottles of unknown substances were glittering in the light. The scent of mildew and swamp faded away, becoming the sharp smell of smoke and rum, something sweat on the air. It was transformed entirely, like stepping back in time and the white folf let out a low growl and shivered a little bit as the figure that had been crouching on the ground stepped up, a bit of red showing on his lips. He had been licking the blood that had fallen to the ground, disgust made his stomach twist slightly.

"Ah'm the master of the house." The oryx said, entirely nude as the black, white and brown form moved past him with a glitter in strange brown eyes. "Who are you ta enter it?"

"Th-this house is empty." Angel stammered, his heart in his throat as he looked around the room wildly.

There was no hint of dust or disuse, it was glowing with the flickering lamps as grinning skulls peered down from the shelves, mocking him with their grinning smiles. He looked back towards the doorway he had come through, but the broken wood was fixed and showed only hard solid wood. Even the sounds of the night outside had changed as the oryx stepped towards him and turned his head. There was a line of beads and bones hanging from one of his horns, they rattled and bumped against the black and white cheek. The lean nude from was completely exposed, the creature hid nothing as the nostrils flared a little bit and tasted the air.

"Never empty, cher." The oryx let out a laugh. "Ah've been here a hundred years an' more. Creole ain't goin' anywhere."

"I'm sorry I disturbed you... I didn't mean too." He started to pull further back, but the oryx crowded him, leaving Angel uncomfortably aware of the fact that the ghost wasn't as genderless as the creatures in the movies.

The weight of the sheath stood out against the lower belly while he fel the fingers slipping against the edge of his shirt. He tried to jump to one side, but he was crowded and held back as the faint scent of spice filled his nose and his stomach turned. He was dreaming, perhaps he'd fallen asleep listening to the poor stories his friends had been telling and this was just his mind coming up with what was being told while he slept, but it didn't feel like a dream. The fingers felt all too real as they slipped against him and there was a burst of rich laughter from the creature. The eyes began to glow faintly, the light shining out while the fingers curled right against his shirt and yanked him forward with a stroke that nearly made him stumble over his boots as he was swung into the room. The wall had been some safety, but now his bake was bare as he was stalked by Creole.

The oryx walked on cloven hooves, balanced perfectly as the nostrils began to flare a bit wider and the upper lip actually curled back while he snuffed the air. The rattling of the beads was overly loud as the creature picked up a thick leather bag from one of the tables and shook it open easily enough. Angel felt frozen in place as he watched it, he wasn't sure what to do or say, he just knew that whatever the creature wanted it wasn't for his benefit. The oryx spoke like one of the cajuns, the room was filled with every indication that it was practicing hoodoo or voodoo, was that why he was here? Was it some sort of spell?

"Ah don't mind bein' disturbed, about time, getting' a might lonely up here listenin' to the rougarou huntin' an' a howlin'." Creole drawled and stuck a hand in the back to bring out blood red dust. "Ya just ain't the proper shape fer me just yet, but Ah can fix that."

"ROBBY! JASON!!" Angel screamed the names of his friends as there was a flash of fire in the hand, glowing green flames that rose up from the powder. "HELP!! I'M UP HERE!"

"Ain't no one hearin' ya, cher, blood is powerful magic an' Ah've got yer taste now." Creole mocked him. "Quick! CATCH!"

The oryx flung the fiery ball of powder at him, making the white folf yelp out and duck, expecting to feel embers and fire singing his fur as it scattered around him. Except, the flames didn't land on his coat, they whirled up and twisted around him. They played and spun in a whirlwind of motion as they engulfed him and made him draw his limbs in close with a short noise. His heart was pounding wildly as he swung his eyes past the fire to see the oryx watching him, the grinning skull patterned face taunting him as the fire lapped against the folf, kissing the black and green tipped tail playfully. It wasn't hot, it felt like electricity chasing down his spine to make him yelp out.

It was building, like a storm surging beneath the surface and chasing over him, refusing to release him as he let out a ragged noise when there was a flash that rushed fire right against his stomach. Angel tried to brush hit away, stumbling backwards as the flames swept up against his shirt and seared it away with a fiery spark that turned the cloth to ashes at his touch. The powder fell to the ground, disappearing into nothingness so that his chest was revealed and bare before the fire pushed down his legs. The fire was crackling and striking out, the higher flames were curling along his muzzle and lapping towards his black tipped ears before he fell forward.

The sound that came from his throat was ragged, panting and shuddering free with a wild burst as his clothes fell to ashes around his foot paws, his boats were similarly treated. There was no pain, not even a hair on his coat was damaged as he was left nude in the fire. He tried to cover himself as best that he could before the creature spoke out in purring french. He had no idea what was being said, he just knew the taste of fear that was growing when the fire curled around his chest and grew warm. His skin was growing hotter by the moment and he let out a low noise as he felt the way that his stomach tightened slightly while there was a sudden perk of his nipples. He could feel them hardening, perking through the thick soft fur, growing more erect by the moment.

The pink buds were warming, they ached faintly while he stared down at himself with a keening whine. He kept his black tipped ears down tight to his head as the nipples thickened slightly and his chest started to soften. He could feel the sensitive skin growing puffy and swollen as the fire seemed to coaxed it into changing. The flash of heat that ran over him was almost too much, his lips parted in a shallow pant as the fire twisted around the thickening nipples and made them perk up higher in the air. They were growing thicker, making it more apparent that the soft swell was making his chest more feminine by the moment. The fire wasn't trying to burn him, it was changing him, tearing away at his masculinity with a deft touch. He couldn't stop it, he moved his hands away from his sheath and furred orbs, trying to brush the flames away from his chest wildly.

He could feel the way his skin was softening, growing into twin mounds as his fingers brushed over the puffy warm skin. It was sensitive, so terribly sensitive, sending a shudder over his body while he whined out low in his throat and his nipples went from being just small bumps to thickened teats. They were pink and pushed up from his fur so he couldn't even hide them as his chest became hand sized swells of breasts, soft feeling beneath his fingers. His touch wasn't entirely unpleasant, he couldn't help but let out a whimper as the fire flicked up between his legs and too late he realized that it was doing more than simply concentrating on his chest.

"Stop this! Please!" He cried out, his voice a yelp as he curled over his stomach, his balls were tightening between his legs.

The oryx's laughter was haunting as he felt the twin balls pulling back in on themselves, retracting up into his body slowly, but surely. He had no idea where to start with stopping it, only that he was wild with fear as he reached down between his legs, his fingers felt his balls. The pressure grew as the skin drew them upwards, sinking them further between his legs while the heat began to build between his legs in powerful caresses. It was curling in his stomach, twisting slightly as his sheath began to draw backwards and the tip of his cock became exposed. He could feel the swelling skin starting to withdraw, slowly pulling itself down the line of his cock as he whimpered out under his breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, every part of him tensing up as his balls pulled up tighter, the skin drawing over them as they started to withdraw right into his body.

It was an unnerving sensation, his breathing came out in wheezes, trying to whimper for help as the weight between his legs was entirely gone and his sheath was growing thicker as it drew down between his thighs. His cock was shrinking, just one glance down showed the pink flesh changing as it withdrew and started to become little more than a thickened nub between the fat swell of his sheath that was centering between his legs. It wasn't simply the external parts changing that alarmed him, it was the fact that his very body was starting to become different. It was starting to adjust and change, modifying the testicles into something new, something that he did not want as he curled his lips back with a ragged noise.

The sheath formed a plush Y shaped mound between her thighs, there was no mistaking the sleek little cunny for anything else as she was breathing out in gasps and struggling noises. Her body leaned forward, fingers flexed against the ground while she did her best to brace herself through the changes as her cock became a thickened mound of a clit. It perked up between her lips mockingly, just barely visible as she felt the inner passaging starting to form inside of her. She couldn't do anything except feel it, it was a line of burning fire that drew a scream from her lips that sounded like anything but a male crying out. She was hunched down against the ground, trying to cover herself as her heart was throbbing in her ears. The fire that twisted her lapped through her lower belly, teasing her, making it harder to think about anything except the sensations of her own body. That was her mistake.

Thick hoof tipped nails curled along his back as the oryx advanced on his work, he was letting out a low noise of pure pleasure in his throat as he curled his fingers against her shoulders. She startled, trying to stumble forward, but she only managed to unbalance herself as a contraction rippled along her stomach, her body settling itself in the new shape as the oryx's fingers curled along the thick soft fur of her neck and gave a pull. She was hauled up unceremoniously, her body pushed right up against the muscular one, startling her as she tried to writhe away and gave a slight twist, only to have the hands grabbing her wrists and pulling them together. The scent of the oryx filled her nose, making her heart pound faster as his eyes continued to glow.

"Better, darlin', been an age since Ah've had something half so nice." The accented voice was a purr that sent a shiver down her spine as she was turned about.

"This isn't.. this isn't fair, I didn't know you were here!" Angel's voice was lighter, softer, making her ears flush hotly as her arms were drawn up above her head.

"An' now ya won't ever forget." Creole responded, the specter pulling her backwards as her body was drawn up by the arms. "Ah'll make sure of that."

She tried to struggle against him, but the creature was strange and terrifying, intent on his deeds as her arms were forced into heavy leather cuffs that hung from one side of the wall. Her struggles and screams should have sent her friends rushing up the stairs to find her, but there wasn't a hint of any other creature besides herself and the oryx. She didn't know where they had gone or how he was doing this, she only knew she had to get free. She writhed and twisted her hips before a hot tongue flicked down and ran the length of her neck. The slow drag caressed her, running towards the apex of her breasts as the warm breath flushed out and tickled over the edges. She was startled to feel the sudden shudder of warmth close around her, muffling a low noise in throat as the tongue swept the apex of her breast.

It darted lightly, sampling her without remorse, sweeping up to push just beneath the line of her nipple and swirled around it so that the sensitive flesh began to harden. She yanked against the restraints on her arms, trying to bring her hands down to cover herself, but Creole only gripped her hips firmly in his own and squeezed as his tongue flicked lower. The creature was a ghost, his touch should have done nothing to her, but she felt the hot caress of breath ruffling her fur. She experienced the way that the patent leather nose rubbed its way down lower and the teeth grazed over her. It was incredibly sensitive skin, the touch drew a gasp from her throat before the tongue curled up just under the nipple and rolled teasingly.

The powerful hands clutched her hips, drawing her legs from the ground and tipping her lower body upwards as he teased her. There was a feverish edge to his touch, demanding and dominant. She couldn't writhe free as he moved his hands to the curve of her ass and the horns nearly brushed the curve of her muzzle. The teeth raked lightly against her nipple, running towards the tip before he pulled back with a flash of his teeth. The smile was made worse by the pattern of the skull painted over his features so that he looked like two grinning creatures in one twisted sight. His hands forced her legs up, making the folf spread them open right along the line of the hips so that she tried to twist herself free when she realized she saw something dark pink jutting up from his loins.

"Wait... WAIT WAIT WAIT!" Angel yelped out the words as she saw the glistening boned cock was pushed up in the air from the line of the sheath. "Wait a minute! I-"

"Ah've waited long enough." Creole rumbled as the tip showed a glistening spill of precum welling up from the tip.

For a spirit, he was all too real. There was no escape as the cock tip dragged downwards and suddenly pushed right up against the line of her newly formed mound. The wet slick feel of it dragged against her with just the right angle that trailed a dribble of wet arousal down along her outer lips and spilled lower. She tried to give a jump backwards as the warm thick flesh caressed her, deliberately rubbing as she was drawn out, held up by her aching arms with her legs curled right around the hips. She couldn't get away from them, she gave a few thrashing kicks, but the hold only tightened with a low growl that burst free in an eruption of noise that sent a shudder up her spine as the cock tip drew back and rubbed along her virginal mound.

Nerves that she had never possessed were being teased over, thick syrupy spills of precum webbed between her thick lips with a grind and shove that pressed her open. She shuddered, her eyes squeezing shut as her green hair fell along her eyes, her fingers balled down into fists as she felt the silky smooth cock tip starting to stretch her open. The walls started to splay open to hug around him so that the next spill of precum erupted right into her newly made passage, startling her with the feel of it plunging inwards before she tightened herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing caught in her throat as she arched herself upwards and squirmed.

The oryx set his legs and gave a rock forward, steadily stretching her narrow passage open wider and wider, making her hug around him tightly, the powerful clutching movements squeezed and pulled him in deeper. He dug his way inwards as the folf cried out loudly, her back arching upwards as untrained muscles spasmed and tried to mold around the boned length. It was unlike anything the folf had felt in her life and Angel opened her jaws to whimper out as the hips gave a firm buck upwards. The plunge drove the narrow tip deeper inside of her, wetly spreading her body as the weight pressed against her and nearly half of the thick length impaled her body.

She couldn't stop him, she couldn't even fight except by twisting about and feeling the hands roughly drag her out. The angle grew worse, making her shoulders ach as the next plunge buried the tip in deeper with a sudden eruption of precum let out a thick rivulet of precum that pushed deeper into her. Her own balls started to caress lightly along the boned length that worked deeper, growing wider so that her lips thinned down to form a lewd O that was wrapped about him. Every contraction and flex worked over him, teasing and trying to draw him deeper as the hips gave a firm buck upwards and then slowly drew backwards.

The slow slip of heavy flesh made her ball her fists up as she felt the warmth withdrawing, thick strands of arousal clinging to him before he gave another thrust that rocked her entire body up against the wall. The movement hit her shoulders back against the walls, letting her brace herself as she felt the tip digging as far as it could go. The swell of the base opened her up wide as the balls slapped up against her with a lewd wet noise. She gave a jump and arched her back higher in the air before the drag backwards drew him out again. The hot breath ran right along the swell of her breasts as the next thrust slapped the balls right up against the curve of her ass.

Every movement pumped and caressed through her, designed to tease through her body so that she was on edge and experiencing shocks of unwilling pleasure. Her body was molded around him perfectly, feeling the way that the teasing caresses lunged against her and rocked her body upwards. Each time he bottomed out the balls slapped right up against the curve of her ass, the low groans of the creature filled her ears as she clutched down harder and squeezed. She could feel the drag back, her own body tried to hold him deep as she grew slicker around him, the wetness covered him messily as she shuddered and felt the tongue swiping up along the sweep of her throat.

It felt good, so terribly good, she didn't want it to feel as good as it really did, her body was robbed of all sensation except for that white hot desire that was causing her to squeezed her eyes shut, her ears down. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was continually building, growing faster as the balls clapped up against her. It didn't feel like a ghost, it felt real, warm and alive, wet and probing as she let out weak cries. Her eyes opened, able to see the line of her white belly, the pink lips gaping open wide and being forced the swallow Creole's length as he let out a snarl of pleasure. His lips were twisted back, his breathing came out faster against her as she whimpered and rocked upwards.

The dull ache of being splayed open was being lost, he seemed to know every last inch of her and just how to stroke himself against her to make sure that she was letting out sounds of pleasure instead of protest. He was building up momentum, barely a few inches slipping free before he seated himself deep inside of her again. The cock tip was twitching and quivering, spilling out hotly as the balls began to tighten just along the line of the ass. The powerful movements were teasing through her as the cock tip dug as far as it could possibly go inside of her and suddenly the shaft began to twitch and quiver. The movements leapt upwards as she cried out raggedly. The sound turned into a shrill burst as the balls tightened up and began to twitch inside of her squeezing tender mound.

The folf cried out, almost a howl of pleasure as she felt a hot eruption of cum pouring out of her tip and flushing out into her passage with stream after stream of creamy cum. It was pouring out against the tender cervical opening and flushed inwards, every pressured wash spilled through her. She wanted more, her squeezing and milking along the cock as the oryx rumbled out a sound of pleasure, the scent of musk and spice filled the air as he filled her to the brim. The boned length that twitched and jerked, working to push more and more into her receptive body. She squirmed and arched into him, pushing against his hips as she cried out a sound of pure pleasure.

"ANGEL?! Are you okay!" The sound of her friend's voices made the folf's eyes flash open wide, her breathing ragged as she stared into empty space and an empty room.

The oryx was gone, though she still felt the warm heat of his body against her own, she still felt the wet cum drooling from her gaping mound, it was all gone. In the blink of an eye, barely a breath, the strange room with odd shelves had reverted to the musky scented abandoned house. No... He. He wasn't drooling cum, he wasn't wet and naked, or hanging from the wall. He was half passed out against the wall as he tried to get himself up with one hand, shaking slightly. His lower body ached slightly, feeling a throbbing sensation that didn't feel like anything he had experienced in his life. He licked his lips and looked about as he heard steps on the stairs that led up to the attic and he tried to get his bearings.

"I'm up here, s-sorry." He stammered, his voice ragged sounding as he stood up and swayed a little.

"Jesus man, what happened?" Jason came in with his ears pricked up high. "We heard something up here."

"Nothing.." The folf blinked a few times, staring at his friend, feeling as if he were in some unreal specter of reality. "I just.... I just scared myself is all."

"Told ya not to go wandering on your own." The wolf laughed, lolling his tongue out of his dark muzzle. "You really should have stuck with us. Come on, it's nearly dawn, we have some winnings to collect!"

The genial ribbing made him shift a little bit, his ears swinging this way and that as he forced a smile and started across the attic floor. It had all been a dream, some strange dream caused by passing out in the attic. Perhaps there were spore in the air that had caused him to lose consciousness, or perhaps he had just fallen asleep. He didn't know, but the scent of the aging house and the empty dusty attic were all that remained as his friend made his way down the narrow stairs and he followed behind.

As he walked over the dust covered floor, he passed by the spot that his blood had fallen onto the ground. He nearly didn't look down as he regained some sense of self, but his flashlight passed over a spot that wasn't covered in dust or his own boot marks. It was a single cloven hoof print in the dust beside the blood. Blood that was smeared across the aging floorboards in a strange looking glyph. It wasn't something that he had drawn, it certainly wasn't something his friends had drawn. It hadn't been there moments before.

"Until next time, cher.." The voice whispered through the wind and the folf yelped and bolted through the open door, his ears burning red. No matter how hard he tried, he would never forget what it had felt like beneath the oryx's grip.... Or what it had felt like being impaled on the length, cumming around it.