JBIAF: It's The Horny Dead, Robyn And Friends!
JBIAF: IT'S THE HORNY DEAD, ROBYN AND FRIENDS!
"Wow..." Declared Vincent, as Robyn Mcclaire the young redhead vixen stepped out of the bathroom wearing a Wonder Woman costume. "You look gorgeous..." "Thank you Vincent..." Replied the young vulpine in an innocent high-pitched tone, as they seated themselves alongside Miaska dressed as Poison Ivy, Ellen and Edna as the "Shining" twins, and Kennedy as Tinker Bell, who were accompanied by Banner the bear wearing a hockey mask, Langston the lion with a leather mask and plastic chainsaw, Wesley the wolf wearing only a buttoned shirt with a few minor rips, and Slick L. E. D. Void the weasel with a brown fedora, a clawed glove, a striped sweater, "Acme Burnt-Face Makeup", and his hand on the young feline's panty-protected rump. "You make one convincing vulpine Frankenstein..." Announced Robyn to her 21-year-old guardian. "Actually, Frankenstein is the name of the scientist, not the monster. The monster has no name." "But if YOU'RE the 'Bride of Frankenstein'... Wouldn't that be necrophilia?" Demanded the redhead canine, pointing to an arctic vixen with a tall black hairdo with a white stripe along the sides. "Let's not go too deep into that, Dixie and Matthew should be here any minute..." Responded Vincent, before he was interrupted by the stock-sound-effect of a door opening and closing. "Sorry I'm late..." Stated the red-and-tan male skunk with horror-clown makeup. "I just HAD to find a makeup set that wasn't associated with the original miniseries..." Matthew then stepped into the living room, along with a young female donkey dressed in a ridiculously over-the-top pink ballerina costume, who looked at Hamilton the horse wearing a pale-white expressionless mask. "Who're you supposed to be?" "Michael Myers, duh." "Ohhh..... AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! WHAT LITTLE KID WOULD WANNA SEE THIS CAT?!" "Not THAT Mike Myers..."
A few seconds later...
"Well kids, have fun! Be back before ten!" "Thanks, Vincent! Tell Mrs. Coyote-La-Fume we said thanks for spending Halloween at her house!" Declared Ellen in less than a minute, before heading off with her 14 companions, all with pumpkin or zombie-head shaped bags in their hands. At that minute, the now-pale-in-the-face-with-makeup male skunk approached the greenish-faced fox with plastic bolts on the sides of his neck holding an "Acme Tube-A-Lube". "OK, but one of us has gotta stay down to pass out candy..." The vulpine responded, before he and his fellow retainers looked straight at Slick. "How'm I supposed to feel right now, Tohn-Oo-Fil?"
Robyn and her comrades spent the next 30 minutes approaching each door of their neighbors, demanding treats, and receiving them. Once every 3 stops, they'd be invited inside the owner's residence for an "extra twinkie", and find both their culinary and sensual interests satisfied.
Eventually, the 15 girls had visited all but one of the houses on their street. The remainder was seated on the far edge of the street, the only building in the cul-de-sac, immersed in black paint, surrounded by leafless trees and untrimmed grass, and infested in vines. Robyn gazed in curiosity at this sight. "Where's the garage?" "I don't think anyone lives there..." Declared Kennedy. "How can you decide if you haven't even been in there?" The redhead vixen replied, as she stepped up to the door. She pressed the small light button on the left, prompting the inevitable ding-dong vibration. 20 seconds passed, but no response. "Must be some kind of artificial building designed to resemble the average house back when this place was a cheap, dirty town that only nostalgic parents would be interested in." "Cool..." The others replied in awe. "Let's take a look!" "But you still haven't been here before!" Asserted Kennedy. "Neither have you." Replied the canine to the feline. Robyn turned the knob, observed the completely unoccupied hallways, and signaled her comrades as she stepped in. After closing the door, they all gazed at the chandelier, stairs, and dining table and chairs, all infested in cob webs, unaware of a floating stick poking at Dixie's tutu.
SSSHHHHRRRRIIIIIPPPPP!!!!
The others turned in instinctive fear to discover Dixie's skirt torn off, and on the floor beside the dumbfounded foal. "OH MY GOD... That looks so much better on the floor than on my hips!"
The fifteen preteens observed five entrances. One to the kitchen, another upstairs to a bedroom, and the other three to a bathroom, the basement, and the backyard. Robyn looked down at her watch, which had the numbers "8:40" glowing in red printed on. "We've got time. Let's split up and meet at the front door by... 9:20." The Vixen declared, before they all separated into groups of three, and scattered around the residence.
Robyn, Lacey, and Faith entered the culinary area, gazing at all the knives and cleavers out in the open fitted into various wooden cutting trays. "Hey guys! Lookit this!" The lioness declared before Robyn and Faith, as they all approached a cardboard box with a whole moldy pizza pie inside. The three cubs each picked up a stiff slice and bit into it, only to spit it out after 2 seconds of tasting. "UGH! Who likes hot-dog-stuffed crust?!" Demanded the fennec, all three unaware of a trio of transparent beings slowly floating up to them. "Or grilled cheese stuffed crust for THAAAAA.....!" Robyn was interrupted by an unseen force that blew her to the floor, and tore off her Wonder Woman costume, along with Lacey's Harley Quinn costume, and Faith's Batgirl costume. The two vixen cubs and lioness cub then found themselves levitating, with their hands bound behind their spines, their legs spread apart, and their tight temples and mouths stretched open and stuffed by an invisible shaft.
"Whoa..." Declared Miaska, Sage, and Clarice, as they reached the bottom of the steps to the basement, and discovered a whole manner of technological devices in a single-lit room. "Yebena mat..." Miaska observed three greenish beings laying on their own steel table, with bolts emitting from their necks. One was a wolf, another a buck, and the third a bear. The three preteens stepped back at this sight, unaware of the fact that they were each leaning against a lever, until they had already pushed them down by accident, and a great force of lightning made it's way into the room, activating all the machines, and prompting the three beings to rise from their slumber. Miaska made a single step back to the stairs, before finding her arms grasped by those of the undead wolf, who then tore off her Poison Ivy outfit. Sage and Clarice then found themselves pinned down by the buck and bear, respectively, before their french maid and princess costumes were forcefully separated from their bodies. The pup, skunk kit, and human girl were then lifted up, and placed onto their respective partner's large, thick, sewn-together dong.
"I could do with a shower, or bath, right now..." Declared Ellen, as she, Odette, and Dixie entered the upstairs bathroom, and flicked the light-switch up. The preteen lagomorph stepped up to the bathtub, and struggled to turn the nozzle. "Jesus, how old is this PLACE!" Ellen's open ponder turned to a shriek as she managed to turn the handle, prompting a slew of tentacles to burst from the shower-head and bathtub drain. Two more sets emerged from the toilet and sink, much to the horror of the otter cub and donkey foal. "JESUS CHRIST! The owner of this house left the cap off their toothpa...!" Dixie yelled before having her arms and legs grasped, and her dress, socks, shoes, and frilly-white panties torn off, and her underage entrance invaded by the cephalapod. The remaining tentacles then did the same to Odette and Ellen, ripping apart the former's mermaid costume, and the latter's "playboy-bunny" outfit, and forcing themselves into their tight tunnels. "Whaddaya know? A room-service-level sushi ba... ULP!" The equine was interrupted by a slimy appendage entering her throat, as her flat nipples were caressed by two more.
Edna, Wendi, and Amy, in the meantime, swung a knob-less door open to discover a luxurious bedroom, housing a large berth wrapped in silk sheets and topped with a poofy comforter. "Damn, my feet've been killin' me!" Declared the young stylized vixen, as she threw herself onto the linen, and buried her head into the pillows, barely noticing the group of sentient bones crawling from underneath. Wendi and Amy, however, gave an "Oh crap!" Look at this sight, and began to frantically whisper to the 8-year-old vulpine. However, the wolf cub and human girl found their mouths clasped by one set of hands, and their Black Widow and pony outfits yanked off by another, while two stereotypical bones each made their ways into their tunnels. Eventually, Edna snapped out of her trance when her arms were pinned down by a third pair of skeletal hands, and her black shoes, turquoise dress, and plain-white socks and frilly panties were shredded apart, before her mouth and vagina were stuffed by two more cartilages.
"Are you sure this was the best choice?" Kennedy gazed around the backyard, infested in tombs and graves, as she walked along with Grace and Lana. "First of all, it was the ONLY choice, what with the inside being scouted by our friends." Replied the fawn. "Second, those jagged trees and corpses aren't gonna be doing anyth...AH!" Grace was interrupted by a pair of branches grasping her by the arms, and tearing off her witch costume. The kitten and lamb raced to free their comrade, until they were halted by a slimy hand and green vine, both emitting from the dirt. Kennedy found herself yanked underground, where she had her Tinker-Bell outfit torn off by a series of severed hands, and her hands, temple, and hole occupied with an assortment of severed penises. Lana was lucky enough to remain above the dirt, yet unlucky enough to have her hands bound, her wool shaved off, and her holes invaded by an army of green limbs, while Grace found her uterus entered by a sentient branch of her wooden captor. "Wait, if these dicks are severed, how can they...?" Kennedy was interrupted by a stream of fresh warm cum on her face. "Just shut up, Kenny..." Was all she could respond with.
As Robyn, Lacey, and Faith struggled to free themselves from their supernatural captors, a soft, eerie voice made itself heard. "Ssssseeeeee what hhhaaappens when naughty little girlsssss distuuuuurrrrb our sssssslumber?" The trio was then presented with four circles displaying their fellow comrades and their predicaments. 13 of the girls gave the redhead vixen a look that said "Well, thanks a lot, a-hole!" While Dixie gave that look elsewhere, before being slapped by a tentacle, and pointed to the vulpine. "Any lassst wordsssssss?" Robyn then found her mouth released from the weight of the specter's shaft. "*Sigh* OK. I'm sorry, guys. I should've known better than to disturb a frickin' ditched house, especially with you all roped in..." "Anything else?" The voice was responded to by an extended silence. "Well then, prepare to...." "I love 'The Shadow' and 'The Phantom'." Robyn interrupted. "Prepare..." "...And I don't like 'Steven Universe'." That statement was met with immediate gasps of horror from the comrades and their captors. "How can you say that?" Demanded the ghostly.... Ghost. "I just can't get into it. Nothing about it feels unique, creative or passionate to me. It just feels like they're trying to cash in on the whole Depthful-insightful-kid's-show trend, with nothing distinctive about it. Even the animation just looks like every award-bait kid's show on TV nowadays. Like they just went 'Hey, let's take the designs of 'Gravity Falls', and maybe a few facial expressions from 'Adventure Time' and call it a day.' And the tone is just so interchangeable, since I've heard of it being this big grand story-based series, yet these character designs look more like they belong in, say, 'Adventure Time', or 'Gravity Falls', which, even though they also can be story-based, still have a consistent tone throughout the episodes I've seen. I haven't even been able to get through a whole quarter of the first season, since I find myself constantly thinking about how great 'Zootropolis' still is. And while 'AT' and 'GF' are also story-based, I still find myself thinking of a good time to watch more if them if I didn't have an emphasis on making my daily viewings more than just cartoons." "ENOUGH! Prepare to die...Et on our semen!" No sooner than the statement was declared, the 15 girls found their uterus's stuffed to the brim with their partner's sperm, while their eyes suddenly turned a translucent green. The females were then released from their current positions, where they then found themselves kneeling on the floor, their lips formed into a dazed smile. "What now, master?" Was all they could muster, before each being answered by a transportation to one of the other invaded locations, where they were then grasped by the respective residents.
For the next 10 minutes or so, Robyn, Ellen, and their allies had their temples, Sarlacc Pits, and mouths stuffed with the phallic designs of each and every creature in the household, with no choice, but to accept their milk. They could only respond to their situations with "More... Please... More..." And be responded to with jets of white liquid inside and outside their bodies (and often on the floor, since quite a sample only escaped from the reanimated monster's stitches on their shaft), all while "Flip City" jammed in the background. The cubs had no other goal in life now, other than bearing the children of... You know what? Screw it.
The writer then drew a familiar device onto Robyn's back, and slapped her out of her trance. The vixen cub then jabbed her spiritual partner in the side, and aimed the nozzle of her new accessory at it. "Bustin' makes me feel good." Was all the 10-year-old vulpine stated before firing a laser at the poltergeist. As Robyn held off the... Ghost, the writer slapped the other 14 preteens in the faces, releasing them from their stupor, and supplied them with their own proton packs. "I didn't even need to call anyone..." "I ain't afraid of no ghost..." "There's something strange in this neighborhood that does no good..." "Smile, you son-of-a..." Dixie then paused in her one-liner when she was met with gazes from her companions. After two seconds of awkward silence, everyone struck their captors with the glowing yellow streams emitting from their weapons. As the spirits responded with facial distortion, they were transported down to the main hallway, where they were forced into another familiar device.
As the 15 cubs took a few seconds to soak up their victory, the building started shaking intensely. Taking knowledge of their horror-film history, the females raced out of the house, and observed as it began to crumble into a ball like a piece of paper, and eventually, disappear in a flash of light, leaving only a single rush of steam rising from the ground. Robyn and co. Glanced at each other for a few seconds, before eventually making their way back home, with no signs of caring for the fact that they were now in the nude.
"What took you?" Demanded Vincent. "Quite a lot... But that can wait 'till morning..." Responded Robyn, as she was escorted into a bedroom by her male vulpine guardian, his plain-white wife, and his fox-coyote-skunk hybrid daughter in a pale-white dress, with a black, scraggly wig of black hair. Seth the otter, with his fake green gills applied to his face, hands, and feet, Talbot the tiger, immersed in white gauze, with goggles and a bathrobe, Carson the cheetah, immersed in a pale mask with fake pins, Landon the leopard, wearing only a black robe with a familiar white mask, Parker the panther, completely covered in white gauze, Prescott the polar bear, with red spirals painted on his cheeks and his eyes covered with red contact lenses, Dalton the buck, wearing a fancy black robe, hat, and pale-white mask, Scott, dressed in black and red, with his hair dyed red, his upper jaw supporting a set of rubber fangs, accompanied by a pink female roadrunner in a black dress, along with Wesley, Langston, Banner, Matthew, Hamilton, and Slick, each led Odette, Sage, Faith, Wendi, Clarice, Amy, Grace, Lana, Edna, Ellen, Miaska, Dixie, Lacey, and Kennedy, respectively, into their own room for their sleep and daily "night-time activities". "Oh... Ohh! AHH! IT'S ALIVE! FRANKENSTEIN IS ALIVE!"
*Sigh* We need to talk, Dixie...
THE END.