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Story © Russet'12

Rael © Tsumi Moogle Danny © Damien Fox Sefra © Sefra Moonblossom Jag © Jag Kitty Tungro © Tungro Otter Eidolon © Eidolon Otter

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Slowing the car from a crawl to barely moving Eidolon flicked on the high-beams and stared at the road ahead. A frown marring his features as he looked at the dark pine trees that loomed up on either side of the angular stone fence that enclosed the road in from either side. Holding his foot on the brake pedal the otter stopped the care just before a narrow stone bridge and glanced over at the demi-fox sat in the passenger seat. "Anything at all Danny?" the otter asked, taking a paw from the wheel to brush the blue feathers lying on his forehead back behind his ear.

Shaking his head and tilting the phone he was holding from side to side as if that would somehow help it find signal the demi shook his head, bright red fox ears lying flat against his brown hair. "Nothing, no signal at all, it thinks we are somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean... maybe."

"Great, someone must have made a note of which way we went earlier? It's unsettling driving around here after dark. You'd think they'd have heard of road signs at least," twisting around so he could look at his passengers in the back seat he directed his next comment toward them, "You guys having any luck?"

"Nothing here," Jag said with a soft mew turning his phone off and shrugged, "My phone can't even find the network to receive calls so a data connection might as well be a dream. Sefra, Tungro anything on yours?"

The cream and white rabbit shrugged, wriggling a bit to try and get comfortable between the jaguar and large blue otter on his other side, "I only have pay as you go, I don't get data."

"Sorry," Tungro rumbled in a rich British accent, "I didn't set up a foreign data service for my mobile plan. It's way too expensive." Slipping on the leather seat the otter caught himself on Danny's seatback; shifting his feet slightly and wincing, the car was really a tight squeeze for the tall Brit to fit inside. "Whose bright idea was it to stay at the top of the waterfall until after sunset?"

"Hey you thought it was a good idea at the time," Danny protested, "Who knows when you might get to see Multhnomah Falls again Tungro. It was a once in a life time opportunity and you got to admit it was beautiful." Twisting around to look at the otter the Demi-Fox grinned; "All Hallows Eve above the falls as the sun was going down behind the mountains. Not to mention watching them light the Halloween Beacon and I saw how much salmon you ate at the BBQ. It was a rather happy discovery all together; once in a life time stuff!"

"Yeah it was good fun," Sefra offered with a smile, the svelte bunny squirming a bit until he was half way into Jag's lap to give the huge Brit more space. "I was hoping not to be stuck in the car this so long or to get lost, Tungro here isn't easy to share a seat with. I thought otters were meant to be all noodle boys and slinky not great big things like you."

Reaching over Tungro unclipped Sefra's seat-belt and plumped the bunny into his lap, wrapping his arms about the rabbit's chest and spreading out some into the suddenly vacant space. "Sorry bunny, sit here for now, I doubt a police officer is going to pull us over and take us to task all the way up here."

Sighing at having a bit more room Jag pressed his muzzle to the window and peered out into the darkness, he could barely see the trees rising up the slope beyond the road. Thick black clouds and the spreading branches was an effective block to everything besides the cone of light given off by the headlights. "Well surely its one road back to the I-84? We didn't take any turnings on the way here."

"That's what I thought," Eidolon muttered, "I followed the same road out of the waterfall visitor centre but then there was that junction, seems the road joined others behind us and no one noticed on the way down." slowly easing the car forward across the stone bridge the otter searched the other side for clues. "I'm not even sure we took the right road back there, the satnav started going funny right as we turned down it."

"Yeah," Danny agreed peering through the windscreen, watching the trees toss their branches in the wind, "I could have sworn the lights of the I-84 should be visible by now."

"Well lets' turn around and ask for directions then," Tungro suggested, one hand idly stroking Sefra's ears, "The restaurant was still open."

"Might be a better idea than driving around lost up here," Sefra murmured, head tilted to one side to let the blue otter play with his ears.

"Ah... hang on," Eidolon piped up, leaning forward over the steering wheel, "Here's something." The others peered out the windscreen at the object the otter had seen. There was another fork in the road, the curve to the right was much the same as the road they were on now. Two lanes bordered by an ornate stone fence; this route had a big black highways agency sign with orange lettering sat in the middle of it however:

"Historic route H-50 closed 1/2 mile ahead, diversions apply."

Stuck in the road before the fork was a sign with opalescent green text and a large arrow that reflected the headlights that simply read;

"This way."

The other road was a single lane track that wound up into the forest; it was lined with flagstones not tar-mac and every hundred feet or so, bright white spheres illuminating the road from atop tall cast-iron poles. It was much more inviting then the dark road behind the bright orange road-sign. Turning the wheel and easing the car around to point up the road Eidolon started to drive.

"Wait we are taking that road? Eidolon come on turn around and go back," Danny insisted, "That's not the way we came."

"No but it's a signed diversion so we know where to go, it probably just swings around over a rock fall or something and joins up with this H-50 route. We can follow that back to a major road and more importantly there are signs telling us which way to go." Holding up a hand as Jag started to speak up with a protest Eidolon shook his head and started up the lane. "I've made my decision, this looks like the best route and I don't want to risk doing a U-turn on these roads." Picking up speed the otter steered the car up the single road, past the first set of street-lamps and higher up the mountain toward the gathering clouds.

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Ten minutes had passed since they joined the flag-stone paved lane and Eidolon was again forced to slow down to follow another tight switch-back turn. "See, told you it'd be ok, we are heading back in the same direction as the H-50 would have taken if it hadn't of been closed." The otter said as he relaxed back into his chair.

"Yeah but we are still going up the mountain," Sefra pointed out as he peered around Danny at the road ahead. "For all we know the H-50 went in a different direction."

"Look they wouldn't send people down a diversion if it didn't hook up with the closed road would they?" Eid said defensively, driving faster now he was past the turn. "It'll just take longer than the normal route, this is probably the old road that existed before they built the highway."

"A well-kept old road," Danny muttered, "Have you seen it? Not a single pot-hole and these street lights are... eerie..."

"Oh, how so?" Eidolon asked, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, "I've not been looking, trying to keep the car on the road and all. It's a steep drop down the mountain if I stray."

"They are... well each one is a statue," Tungro said softly, pressing his muzzle to the cool glass of the window, "Cast iron figure, it's hard to see in the dark but each one is different, hands behind their backs, heads tilted back and the lantern emerging from their jaws."

"So it's some sort of fancy private road normally, there are probably a whole bunch of rich people living up here and the diversion means we get to see it." Eidolon hunched over the wheel and muttered as he followed the slow rising curve of the road around to the left, the street-lamps and pine-trees picked out in the headlights as they passed. "This is just a fancy diversion that's all."

"You keep saying that but the sign down there didn't actually say diversion now did it," Jag grumbled, "I mean come on this is really not the sort of road I want to be driving up on Halloween."

"Don't you start," the driving otter grumbled, "I can hardly turn the car around now anyway, so we keep going until we... ah see there that's... sure... something." The otter trailed off as a large pair of ornate gate-posts hove into view on either side of the road. They were illuminated briefly along with the wide-open cast-iron gates they supported only to fall behind as the car moved past. The road ahead levelled, the trees to either side were spaced at intervals now and no longer pines but tall oaks with the streetlamps standing between them. The pools of light overlapped so that the roadway was fully illuminated though the shadows under the trees grew thicker thanks to the abundance of light. "See... rich people," Eidolon muttered uneasily, frowning ahead as a large, house came into view.

It was an impressive mock-Victorian gothic mansion; the central part of the house was about three stories with a small iron fence around the tall peaked roof. The left side of the house was wider but only two stories with large bay windows facing the oval parking space before the house. To the right there was a low single story wing, with a taller wing rising behind. The house looked as if it had been added to over the years, expanded on many times but the general theme kept. There were lights on inside, some of them muffled by partially drawn drapes on the ground floor but bright and inviting from open windows on the floors above.

"Ok now what?" Sefra demanded peering around the oval parking space, "This isn't a diversion it is someone's house."

"Ok... so we took the wrong road... at least there are people here we can ask for directions!" Eidolon said defensively, opening his door and getting out of the car.

"Wait..." Jag called out, scrambling out of the car after the otter, "You aren't seriously thinking about going in there are you? It's a big creepy mansion in the mountains on Halloween? Come on Eid turn the car around and let's go!"

Laughing softly Sefra helped Tungro out of his side of the car and shook his head, "Jag come on, look at this place," Sefra gestured up at the house. "I'd hardly call it creepy, impressive, well kept, and inviting?"

The black cat frowned up at the house and shook his head, "I don't like it... we are in the middle of nowhere, no idea where we are and it's Halloween! I say we get back in the car and leave." Hunching his shoulders as everyone stared at him Jag scuffed a foot on the floor, "It's just a feeling I got. I'm a black cat ok, I can sense these things, and this house is bad news."

"He might have a point," Danny spoke up from the front passenger seat; he'd still not left the car though he'd opened his door. "We don't know anything about this place and we are miles from anywhere and we have no telling what kind of people live here."

Eidolon shrugged, "We have two choices, drive back down the road all the way to Multhnomah Falls and hope someone is still there. I mean we've been going for nearly an hour now." He turned and pointed at the large house, "Or we go in there, where there are people we can talk to. I for one don't want to spend any more time lost up here then we have too and I am sure Sefra and Jag want to get back home." Looking around at his friends Eidolon looked each one in the eye. Tungro just grinned and motioned at the house, Sefra shrugged and started toward the steps, only Jag and Danny looked hesitant but as the two otters followed the rabbit they hurried to catch up. The front porch was spacious and easily able to accommodate them all though Eidolon had to sigh at the way Danny and Jag crowded in close to the others. "You know there is nothing to worry about right Danny," he tried to reassure the nervous demi-fox; "Jag is just being mysterious Halloween cat on us, that's all."

Offering Eidolon a nervous smile Danny shuffled from paw to paw and waited as Sefra knocked on the front door. Several minutes later there had been no answer and Sefra was about to knock again when Tungro leant over him and pounded on the door with one fist. "Big house, bet they can't hear your gentle little rat-a-tats Sefra."

"Isn't there a bell?" Danny asked, these fancy old houses have like chains or little push buttons moulded in the door-frame, not those ugly plastic things we see on all our houses."

Running his finger around the door-frame on the right hand side Sefra grinned as he found a small brass button cleverly fitted to blend into the fancy stone-work. "Here we go," Pressing the button he perked his large ears up to listen the sound of the bell but all he picked up was Jag's muttering from the back of the group. He was about to try it again when the door clacked and swung open silently to reveal the main-hall beyond. It was an impressive room with a marble floor, expensive looking furniture and wood-panelling on the walls. A staircase curved up the right hand side of the large hall to a mezzanine level bordered by an exquisitely carved balustrade. Another staircase in the centre of mezzanine gallery rose up to a large window lined landing on the first floor. Portraits on the walls were well lit by individual picture lamps and a large chandelier laden with candles illuminated everything in a bright, cheerful way. There was however a total lack of anyone behind the door though this didn't stop Sefra from walking inside followed by the otters and Danny. Jag brought up the rear of the group, glancing lovingly back at the car and muttering to himself about this being a bad idea.

"That was weird," Tungro murmured looking around the hall and moving toward the double doors on the opposite side of the room, "Maybe they have an automatic security system or something?"

"Could be, but if they have that much high tech why candles," Danny pointed up at the chandelier even as he looked around the hall warily.

"Who knows why the super-rich do anything, they might just like the old fashioned lights." Tungro said, swaying his tail from side to side before striding across to the left. "This way I think," he announced as he pushed a door that was slightly ajar all the way open. He peered into the room beyond; it was cheerfully lit by candelabra and a merrily crackling fire but was as empty as the hall. The rocking chair pulled close to the fire was swaying ever so gently as if it had been vacated recently and there was a pot of tea and a steaming cup on the table next to it. Shaking his head, a big grin on his muzzle the blue otter wandered into the room to poke around. He found a door on the far side that led into another room which confirmed his suspicions. "Someone was in here recently, bet they are playing a Halloween prank on us. Mysterious car load of people turning up on their doorstep, bet they couldn't resist, I know I'd jolly well have some fun if it was me."

"Maybe..." Jag said from the doorway as the others crowded into the room after the big otter,

"Well let's not disappoint," Tungro said with a smile picking up a candlestick from the mantelpiece, he paused to examine the heavy bronze object. It had been moulded to look like a rat, their legs blended together into the square base. The front paws held in a begging pose before their chest with his head tilted back and shaped into an O to hold the candle. "This guy has some interesting choice in furniture, anyway I'm going this way see you guys soon!" Tungro waved and headed through the side door he'd discovered leaving the others to look after him in confusion. It didn't take long before Eidolon was on the move, a big grin plastered over his muzzle as he caught on to Tungro's idea.

"Let's see what we can find, bye guys," Eid shouted as he grabbed the next candlestick. This one had been moulded out of white marble flecked with black spots in the shape of a leopard. He grinned at his friends and slipped past Jag into the main hall and vanished toward the doors at the back of the entrance hall.

"They can't be serious," Danny whined, his thick fox brush scattering back and forth against the floor, "Did those two set this up?"

"I doubt it," Sefra said as he picked up a larger candelabrum off the table. It was a trio of mice made from copper, their lower bodies melded together. Each one had a candle resting in their mouth, their front paws clutching the base of each taper giving them extra stability. "They are otter's however; they probably see this as a chance to have some fun at our expense. Well I'm not letting them get the drop on me. Come on Jag let's see what we can find, if this is some big prank I want in on it!" The rabbit started out into the hall dragging the reluctant jaguar along and headed up the stairs. Danny watched Jag and Sefra split up and go in different directions at the top of the stairs. Though he did note Sefra had to push the feline in the other direction to get him moving, he was clearly not happy with the idea of splitting up. Danny watched and hoped Jag might turn around and come back but the cat pushed open the door on the right side of the landing and disappeared into what looked like another well-lit corridor.

"Well... thanks guys... I..." Danny whimpered softly, ears folding down against his head as he looked around the empty room. It was dim and gloomy now; the others had taken all the candles leaving the only source of light as the merrily crackling fire. "Can't believe they did this... stupid otters and their stupid, infectious care-free attitude; fun my arse, what's fun about this!" Looking over the entrance hall Danny frowned at the front door, it was shut. He didn't remember any of them closing it; he moved over and turned the handle pulling the door open. Looking out at the car he considered going back to it but Eidolon had the keys and it was probably locked. Letting the door swing shut he shivered as it made a very audible boom as it latched shut again. "How did I miss that closing," rubbing his arms the demi fox looked around again and picked a large leather chair to sit in. "I'll wait here for them to come back. This is all just a stupid prank, the owners will probably jump out of a broom-closet and scream at them any minute and then we can all have a laugh and get going."

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The hall he'd picked to enter was long with walls encased in walnut panels with a ceiling that was like a work of art with moulded plaster and painted images. Tilting his head back Eidolon examined the one directly above his head and frowned, it was some sort of religious image, a large green sun burning brightly, silhouetting a dark blood drenched figure.

"Creepy..." the otter muttered looking away from the disturbing image to examine the rest of the hallway, "Rich creepy though." The otter ran his fingers along the smoothly polished surface of a table inlaid with gold and ebony tiles then paused to examine a silver framed mirror that hung on the wall. He then moved on to the candle-holders, they had mirrors set behind them to increase the illumination in the hall but that wasn't the strangest thing about them. Each candle was held in the wide opened maw of a cast iron figure much like his marble snow-leopard candlestick. Their arms and feet had been sculpted out of the iron stock that fixed them to the walls. Eidolon noted that they came in identical sets, of two, each unique species having a male and female counterpart mounted opposite each other. Shaking his head in amusement at the eccentric designs Eidolon stopped as he reached the far end of the straight hall. There was a huge arched window that looked out over a long rectangular pool of illuminated water. There were no steps in and out that he could see from his vantage point which made him shake his head. "Waist of a good swimming pool that... "

Turning away from the window Eidolon looked left and right, the hall ran along the back of the mansion in both directions with windows every few feet looking out into the gardens. This meant all the interesting rooms this wing had to offer were behind him so he could work his way back toward the front from here and hopefully not miss anything. Turning to his right on a whim he threw open the first door he came to and strode into a large cavernous room that was pitch black except for the light given off by his candle. Leaving the door open so he had a bit of extra light the otter moved deeper, admiring how the flame from his candle slowly revealed things. The light was much more mellow and pleasant then harsh electric bulbs and reflected off the gold letters adorning the spines of the books that lined the walls. "Nice library," Eid breathed softly to himself with a grin, "Russet would love it." tilting his candlestick to one side he let molten wax drip on the floor and his candle flame stream to illuminate a larger area. There were desks, large chairs and a closed off fire-place, its bronze peacock fire-guard reflecting his candlelight. There were no more candles for him to light that he could see but there were a couple of brass and glass lamps which he stopped to examine.

"Makes sense in the library," he muttered tapping the glass with one claw, "bet you give off more light then my trusty leopard here," the otter said with a wry grin as he backed away from the table and turned in a slow circle. "Ah now what have we here," he mused as a widening slither of light on the far side of the room caught his attention. He'd missed the click of the latch but a door was swinging open letting in the light. As it cut a swathe through the gloom Eidolon decided to accept the invite and bounded forward, thick rudder tail swaying excitedly as he wrenched the door open all the way.

"Aw... boring," Eid whined at what he found, he'd been hoping for some sort of Halloween themed room or spooky cobwebs. He'd have settled for someone shouting surprise at him instead. What he found was a square dining room dominated by a large horse-shoe shaped table lit by a large cast iron chandelier that dominated the ceiling. It was pretty in a way though the heavy walnut furniture was much too bleak for his tastes and the chairs had been carved by someone with an eye for the peculiar. Each chair had a different animal face carved into the back-rest above the cushion and the arms and legs of had been made to represent the paws and claws of the animal in question. Shaking his head at the decadent and heavy furniture Eid moved between the open ends of the horse-shoe to stand in the centre. Putting his candlestick down on the table the otter turned a slow circle, examining the room in detail before he called out in a slightly annoyed tone. "Well? What's the trick then? Why lure me in here if you're not going to spring a surprise on me?"

The pattering of water against the narrow windows as it started raining made Eidolon jump, paw clutched to his chest in fear. When he saw the rivulets of water running down the dark window panes he chuckled softly. "I'll be jumping at the shadows next, stupid ott..." shaking his head he reached for his candlestick and squeaked in surprise, ducking his head and crouching as something wet dripped onto him. Brushing a paw over one ear he frowned at the sticky, warm liquid that coated his fingers. Rubbing them together he shook his head and smirked. "Or wax, guess that's something that happens as candles melt, I hope this washes out....what the..." One of the shadows on the wall caught his attention, it was thick and long weaving and bobbing against the wall, it was weird and hadn't been there a few moments before. He frowned for a moment then squeaked and froze as he realised it was being cast from over his head. Tilting his head back Eidolon stared, eyes wide and muzzle hanging slack as his voice fled at what he saw.

More wax splattered over him, splashing against his back as the giant python made from oozing white wax bobbed back and forth over his head. Waves of semi molten wax oozed along the length of its body and droplets of melted wax dripped from two large sharp fangs. Its eyes were candle flames dancing in its eye sockets and they were fixed on the otter, he could feel its gaze on his body. Taking a half step back Eid bumped into the table which was enough to shock the otter out of his stupefied stare and lunge toward the door he'd come through. A wall of white wax over three feet tall slid between the otter and his exit. Crashing into the wall of flowing white flesh Eidolon shuddered at the texture of the warm, malleable liquid and scrambled against it, trying to claw his way up and over. His paws sank into the mess and with a groan he felt a chunk come away beneath his foot which made him slip as a second coil slithered over the first. He slipped and slide, wax adhering to his coat, sliming his paws and neck as he bumped back onto the floor.

Hemmed in on all sides; cut off by a wall of wax now taller than he was Eidolon panicked and tried to force his way through with a hysterical sob. Shoving off from the floor he rammed the other side from where he'd slipped with his body. The waves of flowing wax gave for about an inch, squishing beneath his coat before he came up against a solid mass that resisted any amount of pressure he put on it. Pulling back, panting heavily and preparing to try again the otter suddenly realised the space he had to work with was growing smaller. The undulating coils had been constricting and pressing in from all sides whilst he was panicking. Whimpering and wriggling against the slick, oozing prison of wax Eidolon tried one last time to force his way through the warm mess of semi-liquid matter. He tilted his head back and squeaked as he looked into the terrifying flaming eyes of the wax predator and shook his head as those impressive jaws yawned open directly above his head. Letting his paws fall down to his side Eidolon watched a slick white tongue hiss out and sample the air. The otter found himself staring down the pythons throat of dripping, molten wax; a flexible tube into the darkness.

"No..."

He had time to squeak before the snake lunged. Tight, hot flesh sheathed his body up to the waist and squeezed the breath out of him. Warm wax oozed into his fur, sliding beneath his clothes to squish over his body. Like the outside the fluid surface was only a few inches deep and beneath the walls of the snake's gullet held him tightly. The wax clung and tugged dragging him out of his shoes and trousers as he was pulled deeper into the snake. He moaned as his underwear filled with thick, warm wax, it squished over his balls and sheath, coating them in a very thick, oily feeling mass that tugged against his pants before they slipped off his legs. The pressure on his chest lessened as his t-shirt ballooned outward then ripped, his coat followed his shirt, torn away by a combination of squeezing, swallowing motions and thick waves of wax. Eid reflectively tried to breathe which got him a muzzle full of gooey, rich, liquid slime as his now nude form started to turn and squeeze deeper down the snakes undulating throat. Whimpering as his gag reflex and need to breathe faded the otter groaned as a strange feeling spread throughout his body. He could feel an uncomfortable tingling on the inside now as the wax squeezed and pushed against his noodly frame, it was a burning itch deep beneath the skin that had him squirming and trying to scratch at his skin. All he could manage was to push the wax around with his hands and mash it into sticky clumps about his fingers. Worse he could still feel himself being pushed deeper into the snake's throat, his body tumbling leaving him with no idea which direction he was facing.

Eid also had to contend with the horrible taste of wax and a heavy feeling in his gut as he found himself forced to keep swallowing. The trapped, wax coated, itching otter had no concept of time; he was at the mercy of his attackers' weird throat. Slowly though his tumbling came to a halt and the wax walls all round him started to manipulate his body against his will. The first thing to happen was his legs being pulled together and made to bend at the knee so he was kneeling. Then the itching feeling spread to the surface of each leg before fading. Any relief he felt was momentary as the flesh and fur of everything below his naval seemed to solidify. Eidolon tried to scream as something spread up the front of his legs next and pulled his cock out of its sheath, massaging his soft dick, stimulating it into life. The liquid finished engulfing his crotch and as it finished the massaging sensation faded away but a tingling need for release started to build between his thighs. He was starting to feel horny and in need of some sort of relief, a need originating deep inside his. Weirdly his shaft felt like it had grown longer, lying along the front of his body, slowly solidifying like his legs. The wax itself felt like it was withdrawing, sliding back up his body and as it pulled away, exposing his fur the tingling sensation inside him would reach the surface like it had on his legs and he'd feel his fur and skin solidify and the burning need in his groin would increase as if the change was feeding his desire.

Eidolon's arms were pulled to his sides, his hands balled into fists by the tingling force stiffening his body, the wax withdrawing, causing the transformation of his body, it felt like it was solidifying, sealing his arms into place until the warm wax glided up his head and neck pulling back toward his lips. It flowed off his hair and up from his chin which felt really weird but it did expose his eyes and he blinked rapidly to see and twisted his head and neck around to try and see where he was. He got a momentary glimpse of the room below, the chandelier to either side and then he saw his body and let out a whimper of disbelief. He had been transformed from the neck down into an exquisitely carved statue of himself made from what looked like cast iron. He tried to scream but the wax still filled his mouth. Liquid and bubbling the wax coating his body was pouring into his throat and inside he could feel it sliding back up his throat as well. As it left his stomach he felt with a twisting sense of horror that it was leaving his innards free to transform into a solid core of iron.

His head was slowly forced backwards; iron crept up his cheeks, over his nose and flowed up the top of his muzzle until it covered his eyes. It left him able to see though only in a limited field. Forced to look in these directions he finally noticed that a coyote was melded to the chandelier frame to his right. He was frozen in the same position, a candle extending from his mouth with rivulets of old and new wax running over his muzzle. The zebra to his left was in the exact same position, though little of his muzzle beyond his eyes could be seen beneath the inch thick layer of wax that covered his face. Eidolon could see in their eyes the same spark of awareness he was now experiencing, he could also feel them faintly in the back of his mind. Well he could feel the burning desire and need, the flame of their desire and agony at being denied orgasm reaching him through the cold metal frame they were bound too. The otter managed a final moaning cry as his lips were forced into an O shape, the last bubbles of air escaping his throat before he solidified completely into a piece of moulded iron.

Eidolon had no choice but to watch as the last of the wax slowly condensed into a candle that matched the others. He found he could just about roll his field of vision to see the room below or his fellow prisoners but he could not move his body in any way. He was also achingly aware of his cock; it felt like it was being teased constantly even though part of him knew it was fixed into the iron frame of this hellish prison. It was covered, frozen and kept hard with no means of release. He moaned inside his mind, feeding his slowly building crest of denied pleasure into the echo he could feel from the others which only made it worse, feeding their denied pleasure into one another, fanning the flames.

Suddenly a match flared inches from his nose and shadowed figure ran a clawed finger along his new iron body as if admiring a piece of art. Eidolon couldn't make out many details beyond their eyes but he heard their whispered words as the hand holding the match lit his candle, "Welcome..."

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Closing the door to yet another empty bedroom Sefra frowned back the way he'd come. The corridor was dark, lit only by a few candles standing so far apart their light did not overlap. It was spooky and silent but otherwise pretty mundane, fancy bedrooms and bathrooms; he'd even found a linen closet piled high with neatly folded towels. It was a far cry from the Halloween themed surprise Tungro had enthusiastically envisioned downstairs, "Still if we caught them by surprise..." Sefra mused as he continued down the hall toward the end, his candlelight flickering and illuminating dark wooden furniture and portraits that had been lost to the pools of darkness between the lonely candles until he walked past. Large purple drapes covered the end of the wall and Sefra parted them with one hand to peer out the window behind. All he really saw was his reflection and the large drops of water running down the glass as the rain picked up pace. He was still staring at the glass when a flash of white blinded him for a moment, his reflection dissolving into wavering lights as the cream rabbit was forced to blink rapidly to clear his watering eyes.

Sefra's head tilted to one side as the deep rumbling boom of the storms first thunderous drum beat echoed across the sky. Pressing his nose to the cold glass the rabbit watched for the next flash of light and started counting until the next crashing wave of thunder interrupted the constant pattering if rain. "Five seconds," he mused watching the rain continue to fall, "Let's hope the owner of this place lets us wait it out, no way can we drive back down the mountain in this."

When his candle flame flickered in a sudden breeze Sefra jumped and turned to look back the way he'd come. The long cavernous corridor was darker than before. The candle nearest the landing had gone out leaving the very far end in darkness. Shivering lightly the rabbit lifted his candle above his head and stood on tip toe to peer into the gloom as if he could make the darkness fade away and see what had caused the candle to go out. "I thought all the doors were shut... there shouldn't be any breezes," Sefra was about to walk back down the hall and see if something had changed when next candle flickered as if something had passed in front of it and then seconds later then vanished, spreading the shadows further.

"He... Hello is anyone there?" it was stupid but something must have blown the flame out, the only answer was the next candle flickering, it flared, the flame growing tall and thin before snuffing out. Swallowing heavily Sefra started to back down the hall, there were only three candles left between him and the darkness and for a moment when the candle flame flared he thought he'd seen a shadow. "Look... this isn't funny; we've had our fun you can stop now." Flicker... the next candle's flame streamed to the left then winked out increasing the strength of the encroaching darkness. Looking around Sefra had an idea and pulled the drapes open, with the window exposed the next flash of lightning lit up the corridor for a few seconds! The sudden flare revealed... nothing, the hallway was empty of any people there were just furnishings and closed doors and as the darkness fell again and Sefra's eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden gloom again the next candle flared and went out. With a soft squeak of fear the bunny ran, darting to the left and legging it for the open archway he could see that opened out onto a staircase. Glancing back he saw the last candle before the window plunge into darkness and for a moment he thought he saw that shadowy shape again but the next candle behind him plunged into darkness, then the next. They were going out faster now. Whimpering he turned around and put more effort into running, picking up speed and racing for the stairs as the progression of extinguishing lights followed him down the corridor.

Feet clanging on the spiral staircase Sefra tried to race upward but in his haste tangled his feet together and stumbled. He caught the iron balustrade and with a curse watched his candle plummet over into the stairwell. Hanging on and gasping for breath the rabbit whimpered and dropped his empty candlestick before risking a look back into the corridor. All the lights where out and the drapes had fallen back over the window plunging everything into darkness. He could still hear the rumble of thunder and the hiss of rain but the way he had just come was as dark as it could be. The two sconces on either side of the archway were flickering and flaring, their candle flames streaming up and stuttering. Without another thought the rabbit launched himself up the stairs, bounding up them two at a time as he tried to put the darkness behind him. He paused momentarily at the next landing but after a quick look down next hallway he dismissed it; especially as a bright white flash lit the staircase from above. Looking up he continued his wild climb until he ran out of stairs, he got a few steps into the new room before he stopped to stare at it. A large glass dome arched overhead and in all directions several large trees reached up toward the roof. Each one looked to be of a different species, lovingly cared for. Their growth had obviously been controlled so they did not block each other or grow too large for the constrained space of the arboretum. For a moment Sefra just looked at the trees then he let himself relax. The small bronze oil lanterns hanging from the branches of the trees cast a mellow light over the little artificial glade. They also didn't look like they would be easily blown out and with the glass roof the sharp flashes of lightning that tore the clouds apart overhead would keep the garden illuminated.

Moving away from the stairs to put some distance between whatever had been affecting the lights the rabbit walked deeper into the arboretum, bare bunny feet sliding over the grass. It was quite a tranquil glade, the trees were graceful and well cared for; some of them had branches heavy with ripe juicy looking fruit whilst others had coloured flower buds curled tightly against the night. Ducking under the low hanging boughs of an interesting specimen with orange leaves Sefra peered back at the top of the stairs. All the lanterns hung undisturbed and glowing gently as the storm raged outside, its fury pounding impotently against the glass roof. Shaking his head Sefra turned away, continuing his exploration of the glade.

"Jerks, scaring me like that, hope someone pranks them back." He muttered before pausing by a small trickling stream the rabbit watched a cloud of fireflies dance and twirl their way around a knobbly black tree. It's translucent, violet blooms were open and the little, golden glow-bugs were dancing in a cloud from branch to branch. Walking closer the bunny smiled as one of the clouds darted clear of the tree to stream around his head and neck. Sefra was soon giggling as the bugs tickled his ears and whiskers, making him wave a paw back and forth before his muzzle and stumble away from the trees into a small clearing. He was assaulted by yet more fire-flies, their small bodies whisking and whirling all about him making him giggle and paw impotently at the air as their antics carried them all about him. Standing still Sefra hoped they'd get bored and fly back to the interesting trees and they did draw back a bit, forming a cloud of light. The bunny twitched his ears dislodging those that had landed on them and watched as the cloud started to glow with a rich, almost metallic green colour. They span around him then suddenly split into two chains that flew counter to each other forming a beautiful green and golden helix.

"That's not right," Sefra whispered; eyes wide as the two chains split into four creating an inner and outer layer that completely shrouded the arboretum from view as the green glow grew more pronounced. "This is so wrong," the bunny muttered, waving his hands at the green bugs, their response scared the hell out of him as they expertly split to fly around his arms, following them perfectly as he waved them back and forth. Pushing against them with both hands Sefra yelped as the bugs shoved back, the force made him stumble backwards and he passed out of the helix of green light as the bugs behind him split apart. Landing on his rump beneath the spreading branches of one of the trees the bunny groaned and started to get back up, eyes watching the dancing fire-bugs warily. This is why he didn't notice the long brown vine like branches of the tree moving before it was too late. They curled in the air above him then lashed out, slapping themselves around his wrists and ankles before starting to coil tightly and pull his arms and legs together. The green bugs continued to dance in the air seeming to bob and swirl in a manner that seemed to both mock the rabbit and laugh at his struggles as the tight cords of the vines dragged him up off the ground toward the heart of the tree.

"Let... let me go!" the bunny yelled, wriggling and bucking in his tight prison of smooth, wriggling plant flesh. The tree ignored him and started to reel him in; the ground slowly retreated from view as he was pulled back toward the tree's trunk. Soon all Sefra could see was the sleek brown whip-thin branches of this tree. They were growing sleeker and green with new growth the further from the edge he was pulled. His body left the ground, leaving his feet wriggling helplessly as he was drawn deeper into their embrace. He soon got to see the source of the branches, a dense ring of overlapping green where they formed a dense dome at the top of the trunk.

"This is... mff stupid plant I mean... wha... what's that... scent," Sefra's nose twitched and he groaned as he got a proper whiff of the exotic bouquet that had started to fill the air. Slowly the spray of branches parted, peeling back from the top of the tree as the ones carrying him lifted him up higher so he could see over them. Sliding into view was a large flower that grew out of the heart of this tree, surrounded by its protective layer of fronds. It had tall overlapping purple petals well over five feet long and as he was drawn in closer they started to curl open.

"Oh fuck me no..." Sefra whimpered as he was lifted over the flower to dangle helplessly with a perfect view of its interior. There were several tall stamen inside that started to quest about and uncurl, reaching up toward the rabbit as he was lowered down. Bit by bit the supple, flexible branches drew back, releasing the bunny's arms and chest, feeding him into the large flower. The petals curved inward again as he passed them, the moist interior undulating and squeezing gently, dragging him deeper. They pressed against his body much like a silken, soft and very tight throat. Whimpering and wriggling Sefra gasped as the stamen came to life, dragging themselves across his body, sliding under his coat to tug and pull at his clothes. His feet slipped past the upper entrance to the flower and the petals folded in over them, pushing him deeper. The silken walls were so slick he couldn't find any grip, even with his arms now free all he could do was paw at them futilely, getting a thin layer of scented oil over his fur as the wriggling, teasing, pollen dropping stamen tugged at him. His clothes ripped and tore and then burst, falling off his body, leaving him exposed and to his mounting surprise horny. The air he was breathing, the pollen flooding his nose, the oils from the petals all of them were acting on his body. He'd been too focussed on wriggling free to notice the building need but now he could feel his groin stirring, a fire burning inside of him that demanded a response!

Rolling onto his back, wrapped and caressed by the wriggling, fuzzy tipped stamen of this ravenous plant Sefra pressed a paw atop his cock and squeezed it. One of the fuzzy ended stamen found his arse and slipped inside, spreading him slowly, it caught Sefra unprepared and by surprise causing him to buck and groan. Leaning his head back, long ears pressing into the slick petals that had folded around his body the rabbit couldn't quite bring himself to care that he was being violated by a plant. It felt good, what did it matter that he was upside down, all that mattered was the paw around his cock, the tendril in his arse and the slick, dripping one that was weaving its way across his chest. It pressed against his muzzle and Sefra welcomed it. Kissing and caressing it with his tongue, sucking on it gently, and his attempt at a slow teasing dissolved rapidly into a desperate slurping. It was leaking sticky liquid over his tongue, similar to the warm, gooey slickness he could feel leaking into his rear. The plant's nectar was fanning the flames of desire coursing through his veins, his cock was rock hard and leaking and he was breathing in short, panting gasps through his nose so that he didn't have to stop sucking, slurping and swallowing. Sefra could feel his body being squeezed and pressed on by the petals as the flower continued to fold itself in tighter. He didn't care, just like he didn't mind his arse being violated, rutted with teasing, prostrate stabbing abandon. He had to cum, he needed to cum and the fire in his veins, the liquid pouring down his throat drove him to arch his back and groan in desperate need!

His body was growing sticky; the coating of nectar flowing out of the tight, squeezing petals was melting his fur. His toes were sticking together, his legs slurped and squished as he continued to writhe and wriggle in delight. Soon enough he found the fingers wrapped around his cock refused to slide and he was reduced to jerking and tugging and squeezing his shaft. Closing his eyes to keep the sticky, gooey liquid oozing over his body from blinding him Sefra moaned and sucked harder, teeth squishing allowing him to seal his lips around the stamen in his mouth and sucked harder. The extra pressure made it burst! A cascade of warm, fiery liquid rushed down his throat, his tongue seemed to have melted along with it but he didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the burning tide rising through his body as he felt his arse being delved deeply! The thrusting, teasing mating filling his rump was slowing, the stamen was swelling, growing, applying extra pressure on his already over worked prostate! He tried to cry out, tried to scream in joy but his jaw had melted shut. Reaching the tipping point he groaned as his cock erupted with a torrent of slick, gooey cream! Once, twice it pulsed, jetting thick globs of bunny cum before it swelled and fired a continuous jet of slick, creamy liquid all over his muzzle and chest!

Screaming within the silence of his mind, Sefra felt his cock continue to spray a thick torrent of cream. The burning pleasure that had filled his body seemed to be pouring itself down his cock and he was following it! Minute by minute he could feel himself growing flatter, melting, mixing with the liquid rushing out of his shaft until with a burbling, sighing groan he collapsed into a happy mess that filled and swelled the base of the large flower.

It wasn't the end however; some part of Sefra's mind still remained, mixed up within the gloopy mess that he had melted into. He could feel himself draining out the base of the carnivorous plant, rushing through its body as a thick, vibrant liquid! He poured down the length of one of those living, whip-cord like branches until he started to swell the bud that capped its end. It grew by inches for several minutes until it was a foot across and then it stopped expanding. He didn't stop filling it though, the liquid that contained his mind solidified under pressure as it was forced to fill a space that was too small. Soon all that he was, all that mattered filled the fruit, its skin was taught and ripe and the vine holding him slid free of the others and hung waiting eagerly for what was to come next.

He didn't have to wait long, a pair hands wrapped about his body, claws pressing lightly against his taught flesh. The tree, his creator gave him up freely and Sefra felt like screaming at the delightful feeling of being touched all over! There was movement... then there was soil... a rich, warm cosy hole. The light cut off from above as more earth was pushed atop him and with a burst of pleasure he reached out! His skin parted releasing him from his new body! Plunging roots down after the water and thrusting a shoot upward Sefra hurried to grow! He pushed aside the soil and reached for the light above as he took his first drink from below! He was vaguely aware of another creature nearby watching him but there were more important matters at hand! The flashing light that came on and off above was where he wanted to go and the water from below helped to feed his questing shoots. There was something else intruding on his awareness, a deep chanting that seemed to wrap about him. It was feeding him in a different manner to the soil and water. It was good food though and he eagerly welcomed it as it helped him to spread higher, to grow sturdier and reach for the sky. He twined shoots together and formed a trunk coated with bark. He was able to grow faster, the power coursing through his body let him split his upper reaches and weave a canopy of branches and then with a deep, satisfied moan that spread throughout his new body he sprouted leaves!

The chanting from outside and extra energy feeding and guiding his rampant growth started to fade. He managed to put out a couple of flower buds before settling into a slow, steady rhythm. Drinking water below, pulsing sap deep in his heart and growing gently. He found it curious how his thoughts were clearing, now the boundless flow of pleasure and desire to spread and grow was fading he could think again. A name floated to the surface... memory, thoughts that made him twitch his branches and rustle as reality, what had just happened started to settle in. Sefra would have screamed if he could but he had no voice, he had no eyes just a sense of the arboretum. There was water below, light above and someone hanging lanterns from his branches before slowly, teasingly carving an initial into his bark. He could feel the power laden in that sigil as it burned into his body, trapping the essence that was him within bark and leaf.

"Welcome..."

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Holding his rat shaped candlestick high Tungro grinned as he peered down the long marble gallery, he'd found at the back of the house. It looked much more interesting than the boring reception rooms he'd been wandering around. Built out of black marble it had a classical Grecian theme with tall columns holding up a peaked roof that stretched out into the gardens. The space between the columns had been filled with glass however to create an enclosed gallery that was sheltered from the elements. It had then been filled with art, statues, plinths and antique looking black wood furniture. Peering down its length as lightning illuminated everything Tungro could just about make out some sort of glass walled room with wicker chairs and cushions at the far end. Jumping down the last few steps that led down from the main house the big blue otter swayed his thick rudder from side to side, shivering as a big boom of thunder made the long marble hall echo.

"This is much better than a fake haunted house," the otter exclaimed then jumped as another flash of lightning illuminated the marble statues on their pedestals. It was just for a moment before darkness rolled back in. Walking slowly down the gallery Tungro stopped by a statue, waiting for a flash of lightning so he could quickly make out the details. It was a rather fun way to view this gallery, each full bodied statue was different and the quick snap-shot of them he got to see in the quick flashes of lightning were brilliant. He'd wandered nearly the whole length of the gallery, jumping at the shadows and laughing at himself before he found a really interesting one. It was a short hybrid thing with spinneret arms, fur, feathers and moogle wings and a pom-pom. Catching a glimpse of its large jagged fangs in a flash of lightning made Tungro jump back in alarm before he realised it was just another statue. Shaking his head in amusement he turned away from the conservatory room with the wicker chairs to head back into the house and go find the others. He only got a few steps before the hiss and flare of someone lighting a match made the otter jump and turn. Tungro stared in surprise at the shadowy shape sitting in one of the wicker chairs. He watched as the figure lit a large candelabrum, filling the conservatory room with warm light and allowing Tungro to see the strange figure was in fact a ram. He had tightly curled bronze horns on either side of his head, and thick, curly blonde fleece.

"Good evening there young man, enjoying the gallery I hope?" He was dressed in very nice evening clothes, charcoal grey trousers, crisp white shirt with cravat and a rather dashing maroon and grey waist-coat.

"I... ah... yes... bit surreal in the lightning and all but... erm... excuse me..." Tungro said watching as the ram walked over to join him, his bronze candelabra chasing away the darkness but setting a hundred different shadows dancing. "Why... were you sitting in the dark?"

Chuckling softly the ram adjusted his glasses and peered up at the tall otter, "If you must know I was watching the storm, conservatory is a good place to watch the stars or a good thunderstorm rake the mountain." He shook his head and gave Tungro an amused smile, "What I'd like to know is who you are and how you came to be in my gallery this evening?"

"Ah well, my name is Tungro, I was in the car with a group of friends. We've been to Multhnomah falls and we got lost on the way back; we knocked for help and the door... opened on its own accord. We split up to look for someone... erm... but we did ring." Tungro was shifting from foot to foot, feeling a bit self-conscious as the sheep continued to look at him with a slightly stern frown over the top of his glasses. He then bleated out an amused laugh.

"Well that sounds like Mr Manderlay to me, my butler; he's a bit of a prankster." Shaking his head the ram motioned for the otter to follow and headed back toward the conservatory. "A car full of lost youngsters on All Hallows Eve, I bet he couldn't resist. Well young man come have a drink and let me show you around my gallery, Then I'll see about tracking you down some help to get you back on your way. You'd best not to try driving down the mountain in this rain after all."

Tungro hesitated for a moment then followed the sheep into the conservatory and accepted the fluted crystal wine glass he was offered. "Thank you... Mr erm?"

"Phelps, Aesc Phelps but please just call me Aesc as you are my guest now," he poured a large measure of liquid into the otter's glass and smiled, "Now then this storm is starting to blow over but we still have a bit of time, come," and with that he turned and started a slow amble back up the length of the marble gallery. Sipping his drink slowly Tungro perked up, it was an interesting wine, rich with the flavour of blackberries and raspberries and yet with an aged oaken flavour that left a rather pleasant after-taste.

"This is quite nice, what type of wine is it?" he was cut off as the sky flashed with bright white light as forked lightning stabbed down at the pine-trees. The rumbling boom that followed caused the windows to vibrate and a slight tremor to run through the floor. The frequency of thunder and lightning was reducing from the earlier crescendo when the flashes of lightning had seemed to come on top of one another.

"It is a local vintage, vinum statua, it has quite a robust flavour and perfect as an accompaniment to the gallery, now then I promised you a tour of my gallery, come along now," The sheep motioned for

"Ah... that would be nice thank you but... is now really the time?" Tungro wavered, "The others are probably..."

"Having a fun time falling for Manderlay's little Halloween jokes, come, come let me show you," Aesc walked ahead, hooves clopping on the marble floor. Tungro didn't want to be rude it was the ram's house after all. So he followed, sipping on his wine as he walked. With proper light to see by the otter stopped by the strange hybrid creature he'd been examining before and leant down to read the name inscribed on the plaque. "Scree," he murmured, "What is this meant to be?" Made from sort of green soapstone with real feathers embedded into the stone around its neck, it was a weird mixture of bat-wings, moogle pom-pom, spider arms and striped tail. "It's a weird one for sure."

The otter paused as he stood back up, a strong breeze washed across his body, stirring his hair and for just a second it sounded like there had been flapping wings directly behind him but when he looked there was just Aesc. With the candelabra in hand the ram stepped closer and raised it higher to cast light over the statue and patted it on the head fondly, "My first statue and one of my fondest, the artist called this a rendition of the fabled monster Scree. Apparently quite a terror of legend around one of the local villages, but come you'll like this next one, a real creature of mythology, or at least a more recognizable one."

Tungro followed the sheep, sipping on his wine as the ram once again held up the candles to illuminate a rather impressive dragon. He had been chiselled out of a bright orange rock with large swept-back white horns and a cascade of black hair. The colours were all different types of rock but there was no evidence to show how they had been bonded together to form the statue. Shaking his head and running a hand over the smooth stone, Tungro marvelled at the workmanship and turned to the sheep and frowned at the odd shadows. For a moment, as a flash of lightning mingled with the candle light it had looked like Aesc had a bright, shimmering shaggy mop of green hair. Blinking in the flickering light, trying to clear purple spots from his vision the otter shook his head and took another sip of wine. Aesc had tight, curly blonde fleece atop his head and nothing else, he was also peering up at the big otter with a polite, enquiring smile, "Something the matter?"

"No... no nothing, just shadows playing tricks on me that's all, this is a fascinating statue, how do they cement the different types of stone together like this?"

"Trade secret I am afraid, the artists have never shared it with me, I just love the effect. Come this is my bear-skunk it is really marvellous example of different stone types joined together, really striking." He led the way further up the gallery and illuminated a large bear carved from brown granite with an obsidian skunk's tail and as the ram had said when Tungro leant down to examine the back of the statue there was no sign or seam where the two types of rock had been joined together.

"These are really well made, almost life-like... bet these were expensive to buy," the otter exclaimed looking over at the blonde ram, he paused as again in the bright after-image of a flash of white the ram's fleece looked green. Trying to dislodge the queer image from his mind he took a big swig of wine, emptying the glass. "Wish I could get art like this back home."

Aesc waved his free hand dismissively, the green tint to his fleece once again vanishing as the candelabra reasserted itself as their primary source of light. "Ah they were not that expensive, you just have to know the right people. Now then come look at this next one, you'll have to get up close and peer through the glass, it's a bit difficult to see but it's a real masterpiece." waving Tungro toward a window the ram smiled softly, "Go on master Tungro, it is worth a look I promise."

"Why's this one outside and not in here, is it too big for the room?" he asked as he pressed his muzzle up against the cold glass and squinted, framing his head with his hands and trying to see beyond their reflections in the glass to the gardens beyond.

"Oh it's not outside; carrara marble is such a nice shade, that rich blue, almost grey, the ears look really quite lovely in it." The ram rambled on as Tungro turned away from the window to frown at him. "I think the rudder will look quite stunning too once the marble sets young otter. What do you think?" Aesc smiled in such a disarming and jolly way that the blue otter found himself smiling back in polite confusion. Another flash of bright lightning however shifted the shadows, making the sheep's smile seem mocking, sinister and his eyes, they had been blue but in that momentary glare they shone with a core of bright golden light. As the darkness rolled back in something he had just heard finally penetrated the big otter's mind to make itself known. With a curse Tungro clapped both hands to his ears and froze when soft fingers touched round otter ears made from cool unyielding marble. Quickly he tugged his tail into sight and stared open mouthed at the fine blue marble that now capped the tip of his rudder and was beginning to creep slowly down its thickening length. There wasn't any pain; in fact nothing felt different at all his tail was just stone.

"How... I mean this is... impossible," the otter mumbled to himself before lifting his head to stare at the ram, "What did you do?"

"Me?" Aesc asked spreading his arms, "Why dear boy I did nothing and took no action but to watch the storm and show you my statues. You however did drink of my wine when offered of your own free will."

Still numb with shock at what was happening to him Tungro watched as marble started to spread along his fingers, locking them in place, "The wine! But you drank it too!"

"Did I though? My dear boy you really should be more observant. If you will ignore the signs and do not speak up, how am I meant to know you have not volunteered? It clearly says above the entrance. Drink not of the wine least you mean to join those who stand immortal in stone."

Tungro swallowed heavily, his head felt heavy and when he tried to lift his hand to feel how far the marble had spread it proved difficult to move his elbow and bend his arm. "There wasn't a sign and I bet it's not in a legible language either! Stop this; let me go you have no right to do this to me!"

Wagging a finger before the transforming otter's nose the sheep bleated in amusement, dancing a small jig, hooves clopping on the marble floor, causing echoes to bounce along the otherwise silent gallery. "Ah but I do have the right, the sign is in Fel, it is not my fault if you do not read a civilised tongue or bother to look properly when skulking in the dark."

"You... bastard," Tungro lunged at the ram only to find himself falling forward as his feet refused to budge. He caught himself, hands clunking unpleasantly against the floor, completely marble now all the way to his shoulders. Shaking with rage Tungro forced his knees to bend with an angry growl and lashed out with his arms, slamming the heavy appendages at the ram's legs. His aim was perfect; he should have knocked Aesc off his hooves except his arms passed straight through him. His legs wavered and flickered like a bad hologram before settling down again, "What... what are you?"

Tungro stared at the sheep, slowly forcing himself back to his feet, wincing at the way his body seemed to grate and grind against itself, "What.... are..." he forced his muzzle to move. He still didn't feel any different except maybe angry at having his trust abused so. But his body was definitely growing hard to move, "You?" The answer he got was nothing like what he was expecting, the whole image of genteel ram dissolved. Blonde fleece was replaced by shaggy opalescent green fur; svelte ungulate body became a short, stocky, powerful form that hung indolently in mid-air. Cruel looking, black claw tipped hands and feet took shape and a pair of ragged wings, green fur and feathers spread out to either side. Tungro stared in awe at the strange creature before him, unable to think for a moment and then he looked into the strange beings eyes. They were black with bright gold ringed irises, set above a sharply pointed muzzle that was twisted into a mocking smirk. Letting out a gravelly roar the otter lunged, hands grasping for the green critter, the otter only got a few inches, hands hooked into a grasping motion as his body refused to move faster than a crawl.

Laughing softly the green creature raised one paw, dark green fire engulfing it as he flew a lazy circuit around the otter, watching him slowing down, changing and shifting. "I am Fenaerian," he said in a soft sibilant whisper, "You asked and now you know..." flying back in front of the otter he laughed again and flicked his wrist, causing the green fire to engulf Tungro. In a flash the otter's clothes had been reduced to ash leaving him nude as tracers of the green flames crawled around his limbs, forcing him to move with slow, grating steps against his will. "I'm an imp of my word. Whether or not you knew that you gave yours to me is not my concern. You can lament it in your time here, among your foolish kinsfolk."

Grinding his teeth Tungro wanted to scream, to curse and rage at this mocking little devil, to close his hands around its throat and squeeze. Denied this course of action he was forced to step up onto an empty plinth and assume a pose, the transition of his body from flesh to immobile stone complete as the green flames faded away leaving him locked in the imp's chosen position. He could still move his eyes and he rolled them until he could see his tormentor. Try as he might he could force no words through his lips however just simmer in impotent rage.

"Anger is good," the green imp mused with a smile, "Let us see how long you can hold onto that as the days pass," chuckling darkly the imp flared with green fire and vanished leaving Tungro staring at the window opposite, at his solid, frozen marble body reflected in the dark glass. He had no choice but to watch the night fall as the candles in the abandoned candelabra burned low. One by one they snuffed out, the wicks drowned in the remnant of molten wax until darkness claimed the gallery of the imp and its newest resident.

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Wringing his tail between his paws Danny tried to squeeze as much water as he could from it, letting it patter to the floor and form a puddle. It had been foolish but he'd gone outside to try the car on the off-chance Eidolon had left it unlocked. He'd had no such luck however and then been caught in the rain when the sky opened. It had come on fast and hard soaking Danny in seconds and even as he hurried back toward the inviting warmth of the mansion the lightning had split the sky wide. He'd frozen for a second as the sky behind him exploded with light before he'd dived inside and slammed the door shut as if to ward off the thunder and the returning dark. Shivering from the cold and feeling decidedly waterlogged from his brief but thorough soaking Danny started towards the side room with the fireplace the others had taken all the candlesticks from. Pausing on the threshold Danny backed away, slowly shaking his head. The room was dark, only the flames in the hearth gave off any light and they were streaming and spluttering in a breeze, a breeze Danny could not feel and in the dark and gloom there was something menacing about the way the fire danced.

"No thanks," the demi fox muttered as he turned and walked away from the door, "I'll stand out here and wait for the others." Danny took his coat off and hung it on a chair then started to pace back and forth, trying to walk himself dry. Once, twice he crossed the length of the hall and back, the bright light from the chandelier and the sturdy walls of the mansion helped to keep the storm at bay. He could hear the rumbling of thunder and the occasional flash of white but it was warm, cosy and secure from the storm. He had just started to relax, to let himself believe he was just imagining things when it dawned on him that something was wrong. Freezing he tried to put his finger on it, eyes roving around the hall looking for anything out of place. He gaped at the nearest wall as it slowly slid upwards.

It was weird and made him feel queasy to watch before it suddenly struck him that he was sinking. Looking down Danny whimpered and tried to tug his feet free of the rug. The weave was swirling about his feet, beige threads wriggling about his ankles catching and tugging on his trousers like strips of industrial strength velcro! Danny managed to pull one foot free of the threads; they made a rasping tearing sound as they peeled back from his trousers. Balanced precariously on one foot Danny could feel himself slipping deeper so quickly he lunged for the edge of the rug. He didn't quite make it, his foot slid on an edge of hard wood floor but he couldn't force his leg up and over. Danny was left with one leg lying flat on the surface and the other bearing most of his weight slipping deeper beneath the grasping surface. Whimpering Danny shouted for help and tried to move forward, wriggling his free leg in an attempt to move closer to the edge. He could feel the rug clawing and sticking to the fabric of his clothes, there was a tearing sound as he valiantly tried to stop the rug pulling his other leg under.

"Lean back..." someone with a rough voice shouted from behind his head, "Throw your hands above your head, let us help you,"

Twist as he might Danny couldn't see who was behind him, what he could see was that he was going to lose the battle with the rug, it had wriggled fibres all throughout his trousers, up into his t-shirt and was starting to pull him under. Leaning back the demi fox threw his arms above his head; he was tipping backwards, the leg on the surface sinking, his hips starting to slide under. The promised help did not come. Wriggling his fingers hopefully in the air he tilted his head back and tried to look for then source of the voices as the rasping, clinging threads moved past his stomach and started to drag across his chest, "Help me please!"

"I can help you," the voice rumbled quietly, "Do you accept our help freely and all that this entails?"

"Yes, yes help!" Danny squeaked as the rug crept and pulled at his chest, and began to move rapidly toward his neck as if it knew rescue was at hand.

"So be it," the voice intoned and then chuckled in a manner that made Danny whimper then scream as he felt two tendrils of flexing, rippling something wrap about his wrists. Whatever had hold of him was strong, the tendrils pulled on his arms and started to drag him inch by inch back out of the rasping grasp of the rug. Threads pulled and crackled with static as they separated from his clothing. Tilting his head back as far as he could Danny watched the long, flat tendrils of grey cloth wrapped about his fore-arms, strengthening their grip. The fabric bit into his skin and pulled harder. They looked weird, rectangular strips bordered in green but with grey in the centre. The demi didn't really get a good chance to look at them as the rug started to fight back! Coils and snares of thread boiled and leapt about his body, sticking to him and then retracting back into the weave, trying to pull him with them. The broad wraps of colour holding his arms refused to let go however, they pulled even harder, dragging his chest free. Danny's legs slid out of the living weave in several jerky motions, a crackling, tearing sound making him grit his teeth as it hurt his sensitive ears. It sounded like a bit like velcro being pulled apart just very loud, but with each tear he felt more of his lower half coming free of the rug. As his feet rose a few desperate tendrils of thread lashed about his ankles and tried to slither up his legs and hold him fast. Before they could get a good grip however a powerful undulating motion from his saviour ripped him free of the rugs grasping reach, hauling over the wooden floor.

Lying prone on the hard floorboards Danny lifted his head slightly to watch the rug ripple. Undulating rings rushed from side to side like a disturbed pool, lapping against the floor and slowly growing still until it was smooth and deceptively calm again. A firm tug on his wrists made him jerk his eyes away from the rug to the wrappings coiled about his fore-arms. They had contracted, squeezing his flesh to get his attention so he let his eyes follow the bandages back toward their source. Swallowing heavily Danny shook his head slowly in disbelief, the woven cloth lifted away from his arms and rose untangled and smooth to the large tapestry hanging off the wall. The two threads holding his arms were the fore-paws of a massive wolf woven into the centre of the large wall hanging. As Danny watched the head moved, the pattern of threads forming his tongue rippled and shifted, running along the creatures lips. Danny whimpered as his fox ears picked up the low but unmistakable growl emanating from the all too lifelike picture before him.

"Th... thank you... for saving me...." Danny whispered, tugging firmly at the cloth binding his wrists, "You can let me go now?"

The wolf threw its head back and laughed, the tapestry rapidly re-weaving itself in quick, jerky steps. It was a deeply malevolent and Danny tugged hard at his bindings as the sound seemed to come from all around. With eyes glowing with flickering green flame the wolf started to reel its fore-legs in, the tendrils of cloth merging back into the tapestry and pulling Danny closer. He squirmed and pushed at the floor, trying to get to his feet for leverage but the wolf just growled and flexed its paws. The shaking motion kept Danny off balance, keeping him on his stomach as he slid across the floor. As he got closer the deep, rumbling growl filling the demi-fox's ears grew louder, the tone changed from threatening to satisfied and the big wolf lowered its head and opened wide, giving Danny a beautiful view down its throat. There was red cloth, bright, sharp teeth and strands of white thread wriggled through the space of the open maw representing saliva. The demi fox's arms were being pulled off the ground and dragged toward the gooey, glistening yet two dimensional maw.

"Please... please don't," Danny begged, a lump rising in his throat as he felt the cloth of the tapestry push against his hands, it felt wet and as he watched his arms started to change, thread spread across his hands, his clothes, merging and becoming a part of the picture. He could still feel them, still wriggle his fingers but they looked like part of the tapestry. It felt as if hot flesh was gripping his arms, saliva soaking his clothes and as that the powerful throat claimed his arms up to the elbows the wolf's forepaws wriggled free and flowed back into the tapestry leaving Danny's face inches from the open mouth as the beast continued to swallow his arms.

"Please, don't!" Danny whimpered as his face squished against what felt like a warm tongue

"You accepted our terms..." A voice whispered in his ears, silky and smooth with malice, though this voice came from behind which made the demi-fox jump, "You agreed and this... is payment."

The pause at the end, the catch of breathy delight made Danny cry and kick out with his feet, trying to strike his tormentor. He hit nothing but thin air as the wolf swallowed and dragged his head into the tapestry and smooth, clinging darkness. It was hot and slimy, the throat clinging had a powerful grip on his arms and head and relentlessly it pulled him deeper, squeezing him down toward the waiting stomach. He should have felt different, strange or flat as he slipped deeper and deeper into the tapestry but nothing felt odd. Everything felt real and solid even though he knew his body must be changing into thread like his hands had.

Soon his head slid into the wide open, flesh walled space of the wolf's stomach, joining his hands which were already buried in the thick slime oozing from the walls. Feet off the floor now Danny kicked wildly at the air, screaming and thrashing harder as his shoulders slipped into the wolf's gut. As he pressed into the gooey walls he squirmed about, trying to stay out of the mess or at least keep his head up. He wound up on his back, stomach slime oozing over his, matting his hair into clumps. It was hot in here, the air was thick and as he felt his legs slithering over wolf tongue. The beast swallowed his feet and sent the rest of his body sliding down to join him. The cramped space he was in grew worse, he was forced to curl up tightly, there was only so much give in the stomach walls, leaving the demi-fox bent double and wheezing heavily. He struggled a bit, pressing his body this way and that but it was a weak attempt, he was breathing stifling air, it was too hot and with a final gurgle Danny passed out, letting the darkness claim him in an attempt to escape......

Watching the tapestry still the green furred master of the house smiled as the warp and weft shuttled back and forth. The last few threads wriggling into place as the new image finished weaving itself. It was a rather sinister scene; the setting a dark moonlit pine forest, a great grey shape with eyes of thread of gold and fangs of silver running between the trees chasing a figure. The figure was the kid he'd just fed to the wolf, long red hair streaming behind him, features woven in an expression of panic and his eyes. Oh his eyes glimmered in the candle-light, little spots of reflective metal thread at the heart of each one; catching the light and making him seem alive.

Floating closer to the tapestry the fel imp gently caressed one of his clawed fingers along the curve of Danny's face, "Welcome... I shall enjoy watching you run and scream from tapestry to tapestry fox boy." Chuckling the imp allowed his fel magic to carry him with a soft roar of power to another part of the house. He had one more toy to claim before All Hallows Hour!

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Letting the drapes fall from his hand Jag turned away from the window. All he'd been able to see was his own reflection and droplets of rain clinging to the glass. A quick glance at his watch confirmed he'd been wandering around for at least fifty minutes and he'd seen and heard nothing beyond the rage of the thunder storm as it crashed around over-head. "This is stupid," he muttered as he started for the door, picking his way through the frilly bedroom he had been exploring, skirting the mess of pillows scattered over the carpet. This room was all lace and doilies with a big four poster bed that had been piled high with cushions when he first found it. He'd bounced on the mattress and rolled around scattering and clawing at the pillows when he first found the place. It had been fun for about five minutes before the jaguar got bored and distracted by opening all the draws. Stretching happily, Jag rested his claws on a bed post and scratching idly as he arched his back and emitted a satisfied mew and rolled his shoulders, "Time to get going I think."

He was just turning toward the door when a ripping sound drew his attention, looking around he watched the spray of feathers that had been ripped out of one of the cushions. They spiralled through the air, drifting this way and that slowly settling, "Seam must have gone, ah well not my problem," Jag chuckled then froze as another cushion rip and burst spilling feathers into the air. He stared at the jagged cut he'd seen just appear in the fabric, feathers were drifting down again and as he watched some of them didn't land on the bed but settled in mid-air, clinging to the side of..... Something. Backing up and reaching behind Jag gripped the doorknob and turned it slowly, ever so slowly but it wasn't enough and the latch clicked. The presence on the bed turned, Jag could see the indentations its paws were making in the covers. It made no sound but the mattress split in four jagged lines releasing stuffing. The jagged lines grew wider, more jagged as the hidden beast seemed to paw at the bed. It was unnervingly quiet; the only sound the rip and tear of fabric. That was too much for Jag; he yanked the door open and jumped through slamming it shut as quickly as he could. The door shook as something slammed into it and the jaguar turned to run. His chosen path was back to the stairs, his plan to return to the front door and get away but before he could even start in that direction madness broke out in the hall between him and the landing. The hall tables' toppled, priceless artefacts crashed to the floor, paintings swung in their frames as great slashes peeled each canvas open. A suit of armour less than five feet in front of him suddenly toppled with a ringing crash. The sturdy chest plate crumpling like tin foil as mighty, invisible claws raked the carpet up, scoring lines in the floorboards beneath. Jag fled, racing down the hall with all the speed he could muster as the bedroom door behind him splintered then burst as whatever was pounding on it broke free. The chaos increased, a side table exploded into match-sticks and a tapestry was yanked free of its pole. All of it was done in silence however, beyond the crash and splinter of wood and tearing screech of claw on metal the beasts made no sound. Jag lowered his head and ran around the next corner hoping whatever creatures were behind him would fight each other and forget about chasing him

The hall ahead was long and empty but he'd only gone a few feet when one of the doors at the far end of the hall exploded. Chunks of wood went flying every which way and the brass bound chest opposite crumpled. Without pausing to think Jag swerved and pulled open the door closest him and hurtled through. The jaguar squeaked as he nearly went over the balustrade he smacked into. Gripping the varnished wood he quickly looked around at the small staircase, it lacked the grandeur of the main stairs but it offered something even more important, a way back down. Taking the stairs in twos and threes Jag screamed as the balustrade above him burst and something thumped into the stairs in front of him. Wood panels cracked below him, the stairs protested and something unseen made one off the steps splinter in the middle as it was too heavy. Jag could imagine the silent beast's satisfied smirk as it waited for him but the speedy feline vaulted the railing and dropped the last five feet and darted through the door that led to the ground floor. A clattering, rending noise erupted behind him as Jag fled, the beast was taking it' frustration at being thwarted out on the stairs. The door-frame creaked and warped as something slammed into it but the cat was half-way down the hall by then.

Jag had no intention of staying behind to let it catch up, he picked a door at random and darted inside the room beyond. Pressing himself against the door he listened to the beast break out into the hall. After that there was silence, it was probably out in the hall waiting, watching. Sighing in relief at having given it the slip for now Jag slumped against the door. He slid down to sprawl on the floor which is why the carving knife missed him as it hurtled off the side board and embedded itself in the wood just above his ears. Ducking and mewling in fright Jag scrambled under the horse-shoe shaped table for shelter as every loose item in the room leapt into the air and hurtled toward him. Striking the woodwork or the chairs they thankfully missed him and as soon as they hit something they fell to the floor and remained still. A few got dangerously close though forcing the jaguar to roll into the centre of the room to escape. Lying on his back Jag found himself staring up at the chandelier that illuminated the room. The contorted cast iron figures that held the candles in their mouths were disturbing and the shape directly above him was Eidolon! He was smaller and made from cast iron but it was his friend, he just knew it he'd recognize the otter anywhere. As he lay there looking up the eyes seemed to move until the otter was looking at him.

"I'm sorry Eid.... maybe I can..." half way to his feet Jag ducked as something hurtled over his head and smashed into a wall. Glancing up again Jag gaped, frozen to the spot as he watched the long wax candles flex and twist, reaching out to twine about each other. As the shadows danced in the flickering flame the twisting candles grew and merged together. Ears twitching Jag imagined he could hear the figures trapped in the chandelier moaning as the wax ran and dripped down to bulge off the underside of the iron structure. Twisting, turning waves of thick liquid wax dropped lower, forming a smooth column that split at the end to form a mouth. The creature hissed at the cat on the floor as it blinked its eyes of flame open, fixing its piercing gaze on the jaguar.

That snake like hiss shocked Jag out of his stupefied state; he leapt onto the table, seized the back of a chair and flung it with all his might at one of the curtain draped windows. A salt cellar bounced off his shoulder and the growing wax snake lunged at him but all it snapped at was empty air, Jag had already jumped after the chair. Following the heavy, ornately carved animal chair through the window frame in a shattering of glass, Jag wrapped himself in the curtain in the hope it'd offer some protection. Hitting the floor he rolled a few feet over wet grass, glass crunching beneath his body. There was a flash of green flame that seemed to devour the curtains and the wet ground leaving the cat lying on his side on a marble floor staring at a dimly lit glass wall. Slowly getting up Jag hunched his shoulders and looked around warily, not quite believing what he was seeing. He was back inside the mansion somehow. The long, glass hall lined with statues was attached to the back on the manor. Everything was illuminated only by the silver light of the moon as it ducked in and out of the scattered remnants of the storm clouds. Turning toward one of the windows the feline looked around for something to throw and so he was looking straight at the state next to him as the moonlight fell across its features.

"Oh Tungro no," he whispered, feeling a lump catch in his throat as he looked into the life like eyes of the otter statue, "Can you move? Maybe we can get you out of here or turn you back?" taking a half step forward he squealed and jumped forward as the air behind him burst into flame. A pillar of green flame split the air, crackling and opening to reveal a lantern lit orchard on the other side.

"Oh yeah... Like I am just going to walk through that... I... I don't know who is doing this but let my friends go! You hear me!"

Jag's voice echoed off the glass, mingling with the crackle of the flames but there was no response. He looked at the opening in the air for a moment longer then turned away, determined to go in the opposite direction. With the green fire behind him the hall filled with shifting shadows that played over the features of the statues which made him hesitate. They all looked rather malicious in the wavering light, teeth highlighted, claws seeming to reach for him and then the fire changed. It stopped being a constant glow and started flaring, first bright and then dying to a flicker that left Jag blind. Swallowing heavily and marshalling his fear the jaguar took two steps forward then froze and stared at the statue of the large bear with a skunk's tail. He was sure it had been standing on the pedestal behind it. He was looking directly at it as the light died down again and when it returned the statue was frozen in mid step approaching him!

They were moving toward him; even Tungro had left his pedestal and was moving, in the darkness between each flare of green light they moved maybe half a foot. They had their arms up, blocking his escape and Jag whimpered at the glimpses he caught of their expressions. They were screaming, or growling, or maybe both in pain, in hunger and the wheel of fire holding open the portal to the orchard was blinking on and off faster now, letting them move closer. Trembling Jag stared and then span on his heel and ran, diving through the portal, fleeing the horror behind him. He was a few feet through, feet rustling over grass before he stopped and looked back. The portal was closing but he could see the glass and marble hall with the statues standing still on their plinths exactly as they had been! Jag sank to the grass, shaking his head and hugging his knees as the view dwindled and the fire went out leaving the brass lanterns hanging from the branches of the trees as the only illumination in this new room he had been tricked into fleeing into.

He felt like he was being herded, forced to flee in the direction not of his choosing, whoever was behind all of this was playing with him. He was being toyed with as a cat might play with a mouse it had caught, letting him think he had escaped only to pounce again. It was Halloween night and Jag was a black cat, he could feel, had felt the darkness in this place since they arrived and it was drawing him deeper into its net. Mewling gently and hugged his legs tighter he risked peeking around this new location. The glass dome was out of reach over-head, the trees were oppressively silent, nothing moved no animal or bird everything was still. A sudden rustling of branches directly over-head pulled him out of his morose contemplation of his surroundings. He risked looking up and squeaked as a heavy fruit bounced off his nose then landed in the grass before him. Looking around in case anything else had changed Jag let himself relax just a bit, uncurling to pick up the fruit. He could feel eyes on him, many eyes but he refused to move whatever was watching wanted him to run so he focussed the tree the fruit had fallen from. It was a young sapling, with short branches laden with bright green leaves and round, cream coloured fruits identical to the one he was holding.

Slowly standing up Jag was poised to run, to flee at the first rustle or shift in the vegetation. When nothing reacted to his moving he lifted the fruit to eye level and squeezed it gently, letting one of his claws score the skin, releasing its fruity scent. It was pleasant, a light almost citrus aroma with something else, something almost familiar.

Sniffing again Jag frowned, he was sure he knew the smell but the fruity essence of ripe sugars was in the way. He was about to try scoring it open when the skin rippled and burst! Screaming Jag dropped the fruit and backed away as green tendrils wriggled through tears in the skin and reached toward him. Other fruits were dropping from the tree now, hitting the grass and bursting open, releasing more tendrils of plant that quested toward him. The scent was stronger as well and with a jolt Jag turned and ran! He knew that scent; he'd spent all day in the car smelling it, Sefra... Sefra's scent bound into a fruit! All around him the trees were rustling, branches rattling, fruit and nuts dropping to the grass, bursting open. But the jaguar just kept running! He saw the stairs and bolted down them, leaving the terrifying orchard behind, refusing to think about what he'd seen. He couldn't stop though, the scent of the fruit that had smelled like Sefra and the tree, the young, beautiful sapling with the white bark that it had fallen from were burned into his mind.

The jaguar bounded out of the stairs on the ground floor into a long corridor, he paused trying to work out where he was in relation to the front of the house. His chance to choose a direction was torn away as a large, decorative axe hanging on the wall leapt from its hooks and hurled itself at him. Screaming Jag ducked and ran in the opposite direction, looking around as best he could, ducking and jumping out of the way of ornaments and decorations that leapt at him from the tables and niches that held them. He stumbled and fell as he ran across a blue furred rug that looked like it had been a fox. It had curled all four of its arms up and around his right leg. It held on tightly somehow and tried to drag him back toward the blonde haired head. Screeching in panic Jag kicked its flat arms with his free leg and stumbled away from it then spent a few minutes leaping over the other rugs he came across. Each one was another species, lying on its front or back, head seemingly stuffed, arms and legs flat and spread out to either side. They all tried to grab him as he raced down the length of the hall dodging statues and expensive looking ornaments as they hurled themselves at him.

He did it; he dodged the objects, leapt over the life-like fur rugs and crashed through a door into the entrance hall. He slammed the door just in time, screaming as the wood buckled and splintered and two inches of sword thrust through toward him. As before every item had stopped moving as soon as it hit something, he was just glad it wasn't him they'd been hitting. Turning away from the door Jag took one look at the tapestry hanging on the opposite wall then bolted toward the front door of the house. The beautifully woven image of Danny, waist deep down the throat of a huge wolf, a look of terror etched on his face would haunt him for a long time. He tugged the heavy door open, staggering under its weight. He swung around to grasp the door-handle from the outside, took one last look at the tapestry of Danny, he could have sworn his eyes were sparkling, tears running down his face. Shaking his head and muttering in terror the cat heaved on the door pulling it shut with a CRASH and turned to run down the drive.

Jag jerked back with a stifled scream, flattening himself against the door, trying to put as much distance between himself and the short, green furred creature that was waiting for him.

"Leaving so soon?" the imp asked softly, hanging in mid-air, watching the black cat roll his eyes from left to right as if searching for a way out.

"Y... yes," Jag whispered, pressing his fists against the timbers of the door to stop them from shaking, "I am leaving, please stand aside...."

The imp's laughter was eerie, a scratchy derisive chuckle that made the fur on the back of Jag's neck stand on end. Then suddenly he was less than an inch from the cat's muzzle, his bare clawed feet resting on Jag's chest, fingers gripping his ears. Jag squeaked, body locked in place with fright, the imp hadn't moved, he'd just changed location. Caressing the jaguar's ears gently he grinned at the frightened kitty, small tongue curling out, flickering over Jag's nose gently.

"Wrong answer intruder, you and all your little interloping friends are never leaving." he hissed with a malevolent, wicked grin.

"I... I am..." Jag started then stopped as the green creature gripped his ears tightly, he swallowed heavily, shaking his head, trying to dislodge the imps tight grip, "I'm not... afraid of you... let us leave," it sounded weak to him, he was terrified, alone and this creature just laughed again, right in his face this time.

"You are a trespasser, you and all your little friends, trespassers on All Hallows Eve... and you, my little black cat are beyond afraid. Terrified through and through, I can smell it on you. More than that though, you ran where I wanted, you jumped through a ring of fel fire from an illusion, you are mine to do with as I please little black cat on Halloween."

Jag shivered, unable to look away from the green creatures golden gaze as he spoke. He found his voice again though as something the creature had just said penetrated his mind, "Imp! You are a fel imp, I bind you, release me and my....rrrrrrk." He got no further, the imp's clawed hand was around his throat; squeezing tightly, worse the creature was shaking his head in an almost amused manner, narrowing his eyes as the rings in his golden irises started to spin around one another.

"Well done, you know what I am," he released Jag's throat and bobbed backwards, hanging in mid-air his feathered wings flapping slowly as he watched his toy suck down a desperate breath, "I am Rael of the Green Sun but knowing what, knowing who I am is no power, not over me or any of my kind. Wretch... I've saved you for last, my Halloween treat, a black cat on the threshold of my house."

Rael spoke a word, it made Jag's ears ring then with a grunt he found he was moving his arms and legs against his will, try as he might he couldn't stop them. He was made to watch as the imp moved his fingers like a puppeteer playing a marionette and made Jag move to fulfil the imp's desire. Moving with jerky motions at first the cat unzipped his jacket and let it fall from his shoulders. "Now beg cat," Rael said and forced Jag to grip his t-shirt. His motions were smoother, the imp firmly in control as Jag silently tried to fight back. It was futile, his arms came up; he felt the cold October air caress his chest fur, watched his hand casually toss his shirt away then his fingers moved to his waist and began to unbuckle his belt...

"No... Please..." Jag managed to whimper which shocked him, for a moment he thought he might be free but his hands refused to stop the slow unbuttoning of his jeans. He had his voice back but hope was dashed as Rael whispered in a low voice as he made Jag slip his jeans down his thighs.

"I said Beg!" the imp forced the cat to kick his jeans away, made him walk his fingers up his legs and grip his underwear and start to pull the silk cloth down exposing all of his lanky feline frame to the admiring and hungry stare of the imp.

"Pl...Please don't" Jag whimpered, groaning as he knelt down before the imp, he'd moved beyond terror at this point. He whimpered pitifully at the sight of the imp's cock rising out of the thick fur of his crotch. Rael's shaft was long and black with a flared tip and a thick knot lined with barbs. It was an impressive length and Jag was made to lean forward until his nose was almost touching it. He moved no closer, the imps control over his body was absolute but this close Jag could feel the warmth of it, smell the fel creatures potent musk, it was pouring into his nose, filling his senses with a promise of what could be his any moment. It was powerful enough to cut through Jag's fear, the image of being made to suck on this cock, to be pressed nose deep into the potent, musky fur was enough to make Jag forget his predicament and try and lick it. Rael chuckled at the sight, keeping shaft infuriatingly just out of reach, all Jag could do was breathe in his scent and look up at the smirking imp and whimper as he felt his own barbed kitty cock rising from its home. "Please... let me go, I'll suck you off I promise, I'll stay and make you feel good in exchange for my freedom, just please... please let me get closer, your scent... I... it smells so good, I want to smell more of it."

Rael sneered at the cat, shaking his head slowly as he slipped a paw down to grip the base of his dick, "Pathetic, one muzzle full of me and you're begging like a whore..." the imp grinned as Jag whined and he made the cat lean backwards and expose himself lewdly in front of Rael. "Still I told you to beg. So I think my treat, I'll grant you one wish... you will have what you so desire... but you will not be free."

Walking his fingers in the air again Rael commanded the jaguar to lean back against the door of the house and lifts his legs. Jag mewled in confusion as he was forced to press his feet against the imps cock. He let a soft groan escape his muzzle at the feel of the silken, smooth, hot flesh sliding against his paw pads. For a moment he purred in delight as the fel creature's pre-soaked his toes as he brushed both feet up to rest against the tip of that ebony shaft. He sat there for a moment, knees bent, his toes curling around the tip of the imp's dick making Rael hiss in delight. Jag risked a glance up at the imp and his moment of pleasure evaporated as he saw the cruel smirk on the creature's muzzle. The instant their eyes met Jag felt the power controlling him tighten its grip and force his feet to press down hard. His toes curled inward and with a lewd, wet slurp Rael's cock tip started to spread around his feet.

"No, please, not that, anything but that please," Jag begged, watching as Rael's shaft engulfed his feet and slurped up around his ankles. The imps intoxicating musk grew stronger as thick waves of pre-cum oozed around his black furry ankles. What was worse though was the feeling of Rael's cock tugging on his feet, pulling him deeper. There was nothing he could do to stop it; his own body was feeding itself into the engorged shaft. He couldn't even squirm or wriggle himself in an attempt to pull back out. The imps cock had hold of him the flesh pressing against his feet was silky smooth, its grip firm yet slippery and he was actively helping it by pushing down with his knees, slipping deeper inch by slow, musky gooey inch.

Looking down the length of his body Jag bit his bottom lip, he was rock hard by now, the heady waves of musk assaulting his nose had made his shaft slip free of its sheath to stand tall and proud against his stomach. He couldn't touch it though and Rael certainly showed no interest in playing with him, every breath he took made it pulse with need, Rael's musk was so thick, so overpowering Jag wasn't able to block it out especially since he was being forced to breathe in through his nose. Each lungful made the denied pleasure in his nuts, the building desire to be played with stronger. Jag would have loved to kick back, relax and enjoy that thick, powerful scent until he covered himself in kitty-cream. However with each sucking slurp of his cock Rael dragged Jag's legs deeper into the hot constricting confines of his shaft. This made it impossible to just let his mind drift and enjoy the musk, he was being forced to watch, forced to shove himself down the slimy tube of flesh and from the deep, pleased hissing groans escaping the imps muzzle he was enjoying Jag's fear and panic as much as the sensations of the felines passage.

It didn't take long for the jaguar to push himself hips deep in the imp's cock, "Please," he whispered, panting heavily through the musk, forcing himself to speak as the intense pleasure of Rael's shaft squeezing around his cock threatened to overpower him. "Please let me go...."

Rael just laughed and stretched his arms above his head, his shaggy frame on display before the cat, hips lewdly thrusting forward as he made Jag watch. "No," Rael answered as his next thrust forward was timed to meet Jag as the cat pushed off the floor. They both groaned as the imps cock slipped up around the base of the cat's stomach. After that it didn't take long, not with Rael thrusting his hips forward to meet Jag each time he flexed his elbows and pushed himself down. Inch by squelching, lewdly squishing inch Rael's cock devoured the feline. Jag was up to his chest when he felt his feet slip past the base of the imps cock entering an open space that was filled with thick liquid. It was warm and clung to his fur and a few moments later, after Rael's cock sucked down another few inches of his body he found his feet slipping and sliding against a tough, slightly flexible surface. If he'd been able to control his body he might have pushed off, tried to squirm free but all he did was bend his knees as they slipped into the imps sac and the hungry tip of the imps cock closed around his shoulders.

"Almost there, Cat... nearly time," Rael panted softly, smiling down at the feline as he made him slide first one hand and then the other into his cock. They spread his cock-slit wider then before which made Rael's body quake with pleasure, and his face contorted in sadistic delight. He didn't make the cat stop though, inch by slippery, slimy, pre lubed inch Jag forced his hands down across his body, letting Rael's cock tug and tease and help pull him deeper until with a wet, satisfying slurp Rael felt the tip of his dick close around the jaguar's throat.

"Please... you don't have to do this," Jag whimpered then squeaked as Rael squeezed his ears between his claws, "Please... don't..."

"In," Rael growled and pushed down hard; his cock pulsed and slurped over the cat's head and his hands. For a moment the imp let his engorged shaft suck at his paws, letting the pre-cum ooze and soak his fingers just so he could feel Jag's head slip deeper. As the last trace of the feline's head slipped out of his reach Rael let his fingers slide back out of his shaft and groaned at the sensation of Jag slipping deeper. Wrapping his hands around his cock Rael stroked along the bulging outline of the feline, helping him to slip deeper, slowly releasing him from the spell that controlled his actions as he felt the last of Jag's body slip out of his dick and into his sac. Leaning his head back the green imp stared up at the moon as it danced in and out of the clouds, it was nearly time.

"Cat... you should... be honoured you came here tonight, a black cat on All Hallows eve... ahhh yes... struggle, squirm... and melt for me..." Still stroking himself off with one paw Rael slipped his other hand down to cup his sac. He groaned as he felt Jag squirm inside, the cat was wriggling and thrashing about beautifully. "Good boy, that's it... writhe, fight, beg," he chuckled as his ears picked up the pitiful mewling and pleading of the trapped cat. Spreading his legs wide, facing the front door of his house the imp pointed his shaft at the threshold and continued to jerk off as he uttered a series of words in a fel, twisted tongue. His eyes shone brighter and the paw gripping his nuts traced soft lines along the fur covered pouch,

Curled up inside the imp's sac, struggling and pushing against the slimy walls Jag was starting to panic. He was slipping and sliding, rolling and feeling about all over but he couldn't find the way back out. The level of cum was slowly rising; it had covered his body, soaked his fur and squishing waves of it spilt over his ears. It also didn't help that the scent of musky fel cum surrounding his body was so strong. He'd managed to get one of his hands around his cock and was jerking himself off hard even as he struggled to find the way out. Groaning and arching his back in delight at finally being able to touch himself Jag felt himself coasting toward orgasm. There was a tightness spreading out down his dick from his overstimulated balls. He was nearly there, seconds from blowing his load as the level of cum reached his chin. Then without warning his body was frozen on the cusp of orgasmic release. He could hear a low, whispering, rumbling voice from outside, pressure points sliding over the walls, pressing against his body, drawing designs. The darkness receded as the thick, creamy liquid his body was stewing in flared to life with sickly green light and Rael's voice crashed into his mind with one final command.

"Now Scream...."

The fel imp spoke and the jaguar obeyed, he had time for one very long, terrified shriek as the thick imp cum coating his body claimed him. He fell under the surface, his body coming apart, changing, and splashing into seed in a moment of intense, burning magic. Awareness didn't end however; he could feel Rael's power binding his mind, frozen on the point of orgasm into the imps cum.

Rael had both paws wrapped about his dick now. One was squeezing his knot as it continued to pulse and thicken and the other slipped up and down his cock rapidly. Head back he watched the sky as he felt his seed churn and slosh and shift about inside his sac. Infused with his power and the essence of the cat he held himself on the edge for a few moments more. Wings beating erratically, green fur damp and clinging to his body Rael groaned, holding off, struggling to hold back the tide of his release until over-head the moon moved into place. It was Midnight, on All-Hallows Eve and with a roar of satisfied relief Rael came, splashing thick, sticky jets of his seed over the threshold and door of his house.

Eyes glowing brightly Rael exhaled and groaned feeling the essence and nature of the black cat he had ensnared spreading throughout his body. It was an ecstatic rush of pleasure, a cool slippery, intangible thread of luck and power, ripped from Jag and kept by the imp so he might perceive the true nature of a black cat on Halloween. It made him stronger, more powerful and in reward Rael splashed the kitty's former body over the door of his house and let it carry the jaguar's mind with it to soak the wood.

Slowly Rael came down from his orgasmic high, body heaving as he panted heavily and lifted one sticky hand up to lick his cum from his claws as he watched the door shift and warp and change. An oval of copper oozed out of the wood, solidifying at what would be chest height on a normal sized mortal. Once the plaque had formed it bulged in the middle, rippling like water until Jag's nose pushed out from beneath the surface. It was swiftly followed by the rest of the jaguar's head moulded beautifully out of the copper plaque. The imp waited, watching as metal eye-lids blinked open revealing two chips of onyx that sparkled with returning consciousness.

Groaning softly Jag blinked as he tried to clear his vision, everything was blurry and weird. Worse he couldn't move his body; in fact he couldn't feel his body! Startled fully awake Jag jerked his eyes wide and stared at the green furred monster floating in the air before him. Memory crashed home, the pain, the unending torment of not being able to cum, Rael's spell and now... now. Everything wavered, his sight clouded and for a moment he was looking through Rael's eyes, seeing the door of the house, his familiar feline features moulded out of bronze and stuck to the front of the house!

"No!" Jag shouted, his sight snapping back inside his head. For a moment he worked his mouth, surprised he could still speak but he quickly focussed on the imp. He had to talk, speak, convince Rael to undo this, "Please.... please I'm begging you Rael, let me go!"

"I can't do that cat, I said I would grant your wish," he brought his hands up; letting Jag see the heavy bronze ring he was holding. The sort you'd see hanging from the mouth of a fancy stone or metal door-knocker. "You should be thanking me Jag... you will live forever, you'll even be useful too and most importantly of all... you will be drowned in my scent forever."

"No..." Jag whispered, clamping his muzzle shut in a last, futile attempt to defy the fel creature. It lasted all of ten seconds before he was forced to moan, the unsatisfied, burning desire to orgasm was returning. It was spreading out to fill his mind and Jag struggled to hold it back, to not give in but he felt his muzzle twist, his jaw creak and then his mouth spring open as he groaned in need. It was the last, truly audible sound he was to make as the moment his jaws opened Rael's hand darted forward and the ring was placed in his mouth. The copper flowed, bonding with tongue and pallet, joining with his teeth and the back of his throat, silencing his voice and causing his head to freeze. He couldn't move his jaws anymore, his ears had stilled, all he could do was blink and that very slowly as his nose started to fill with the potent, intoxicating scent of Rael's musk. Desperately he sought out Rael, locking his gaze on the imp in a last pleading stare as the mixture of intense need and potent musk started to cloud his thoughts. The last coherent sight Jag had was of the imps shaggy body; silhouetted against the crescent Halloween moon laughing wildly with elation as he watched the jaguar succumb to his new, piteous existence.

~fin