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A Half-priced book

I've always had a weak spot for antiques, but daaammmnnn...

This is one beautiful sonofabitch.

The book was bound in old leather, the surface crumbling slightly, the brown flaking off in little chunks that revealed the hairy pale yellow interior of the desiccated animal skin. It was adorned with strange patterns, grooves cut into the thick leather that trailed all across the cover, towards the corners and over the spine. It looked like the waves of the sea, or perhaps the wavy lines vines make as they creep across an age old wall. Beautiful. Oh, yes, very beautiful indeed.

Flipping over the cover produced a soft creaking sound as the leather, perhaps unopened in several decades, slowly bent at his touch. The pages were yellowed with age, flakes of it drifting up when he brushed his fingers over it.

This ain't paper. What is it? Parchment?

But if this was parchment, then this would mean that this book was very old. Very very old.

The pages were covered with odd symbols written in a flowing script, the handwriting drifting across the parchment and right across the edge. Immaculate, not a mistake to be found anywhere. Oh course, he wouldn't have been able to tell if there was a mistake if there even had been one. The language saw to that.

The script was some sort of mix of symbols and English letters. Every now and then an arcane drawing would be plastered across one page, sometimes taking up the entire space. Everywhere he could see strange, fantastical animals that he was sure didn't exist here, not on this earth anyway. Dragons, Faeries, Succubae, the odd chimera here and there. Oh, and don't forget angels. What's a magical book without angels? Right?

He ran his fingers over the pages, the surface smooth. A small grin came over his face.

This is fantastic. Never seen it's like, probably never will again. I've got to have it.

If it ain't too pricey, that is. Ah, who am I kidding. Hell, this guy could have my entire bank account plus credit cards if he wants. This thing's probably worth ten times that.

"Hey sonny, you lookin' to buy?" The voice was gnarled, the stuttering speech speaking of years spent smoking, and probable lung cancer.

The man gasped and set the book down onto the white picnic table, amongst a whole assortment of other goods, old toys, cosmetics boxes and the like. The book landed with a thud and a slight puff of dust.

"Oi, careful with that, fool! You haven't bought it yet."

He grimaced and looked up at the source of the voice.

The man that had spoken was (old is probably too much of an understatement) bent and twisted, his skin wrinkled with hundreds of little crevasses and valleys lining his brown, weatherworn face. His eyes were tiny slits in the mass of wrinkles, pale green irises peeking out at him. One of those archaic caps newspaper boys in the 1920s wear was resting on his head, with tufts of white hair sticking out in all directions. He wore a chequered corduroy jacket and chinos, along with a pair of moccasins on his feet. A claw like hand gripped onto an eagle-headed walking stick, trembling slightly as though simply gripping it was a massive strain. Indeed, it was probably the only thing keeping him upright. He noticed the mass of liver spots on the old man's hands, dotting his skin like the marks on a cow.

This guy hasn't got much fuel left in his tank right about now. Two years, max. And that's generous.

"You wanna buy?" The man squinted at him, pressing the folds of his eyelids so close together it was a wonder he could see.

"Maybe...sir."

"Sir? Ain't heard that word since 1942."

"Well, you're older than me, so I figured-"

"Figured you'd call me 'sir' so I'd give you a discount? Ha!"

"I-"

The old man held up a hand. "You tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine."

"Uh, Aiden."

"Hmmm... I like that. Rolls around on my tongue just right. Suits the way you look, too. Well, here's mine. Magnus. I'm called Magnus."

"That's..nice. Sounds poetic."

The old man scowled. "Don't try to cosy up to me boy. Knowing each other's names just makes business easier. Now, you going to buy that damn thing?"

Aiden gulped. "Well, can I ask you some questions first?"

"Sure, as long as you buy it in the end."

Aiden had a mass of questions buzzing around in his head. How did this guy get it? Old as he was it probably predated him by about four centuries. You didn't see any of such books these days; they were all stuck in museums or some dusty archive somewhere. And why was he selling it here, at a yard sale? If he sold it to a museum he could probably get enough to live out the rest of his (two) years in comfort, sipping martinis on a lawn chair with a woman on each arm. Here, he could probably only get five bucks for the damn thing, enough for a coffee and some pancakes at the local diner.

And most importantly, could he read it?

Aiden decided to settle for the most important ones, just to get them out of the way.

"How did this come into your hands?"

Magnus laughed. "Same as you. Yard sale, way back in the fifties. Good times. Got it cheap too. I wasn't the one who paid for it though, it was my wife. She always had a soft spot for old things." His voice took on a fond tone as he spoke of his wife.

"Then why are you selling it?"

"To get some extra cashola, what else? You think I damn near broke my back heaving all that shit out and setting out the picnic tables just so young un's like you can sit around and stare? Pfffttt. Look around." He waved a gnarled hand at his yard, with the white tables stacked full of various items and memorabilia. "When my poor Norma died, rest in peace dear, I decided it was time to get rid of everything that could possibly remind me of her. She had quite a bit, as you can probably tell." He indicated the tables. "I haven't got many years left in me, and I think it's time I got rid of all excess baggage and live out the rest of my days in peace. The extra money couldn't hurt. Damn government subsidies. I risked my neck fighting in the skies above France and they still don't pay me enough for coffee. I have to use instant. Instant! You know how embarrassing that is?"

Aiden scratched his neck idly. "I'm sure it's very ego-damaging to use coffee powder." He reached over and hooked a finger beneath the cover and flipped it open to a random page. Pointing, he traced the tip of his finger over the script, the bizarre and nearly illegible mix of symbols and English letters.

"C...Can you read this?"

Magnus' face turned so white all of a sudden that Aiden thought he was going to have a heart attack. His eyes widened and he swallowed with an audible gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat, the skin flexing. The tip of his tongue poked out (Damn that thing looks like a dead slug) and traced all around his lips, exposing his nicotine yellowed teeth. His spotted hand on the stick trembled even more violently.

What the hell is wrong with this guy? I ask him if he can read it and he reacts as though I just told him the government's cutting off his old age subsidy. That's some strange shit going on here. Oh what the hell are you talking about Aiden, maybe that's just the instinctive reaction to something that looks like this. Old people are superstitious.

Magnus hissed through his teeth. "I can't read it. I've tried, but I can't." The tremble in his voice revealed the lie. "I tried reading it before and nothing happened. It's just a book. An old leather book. That's it. That's all it is."

Aiden opened his mouth to respond, to pressure him for some answers, but the old man was having none of it.

"Are you going to buy the damn thing or not? If you are, opening price is ten bucks. You can bargain. If not, piss off."

Aiden could not resist the opportunity for some bargaining, mysterious book or not."Four."

"Cheeky bastard. Eight."

"Six."

"Fine. Six. Now take it and go away."

Aiden shrugged and reached into his back pocket, retrieving his wallet. Opening it, he set down a five and one dollar note onto the table, the president's face grinning smugly back at him. The old man hungrily snatched out a claw like hand, seizing the paper notes and shoving them into his pocket. "Pleasure doing business with you, Aiden. Now unless you want to buy something else, fuck off."

Aiden was completely unperturbed by the rude dismissal of Magnus. His mind was triumphant over the deal and his acquisition of this age old book. Already his head was running with possibilities for it. Maybe he would sell it and bring his wife on a tour of the Caribbean. He could see it now, partying, drinking bloody Marys on hammocks on the beach, the setting sun shining on them with the cool blue water in the distance, sex every night, oh yes that would be Fan-Tastic, yessiree.

Or maybe he would display it on his shelf at home. He already knew the perfect spot for it, where every visitor could not possibly miss it. Who said yard sales only sold useless junk?

A more reasonable part of his mind however, cautioned him. That was two damn easy. It's almost like he wanted to give it to me, for me to have it. Is there something wrong with it? Maybe... nah, can't be. But Magnus wasn't even trying to bargain. It only took me two tries. Oh shut up. The book's fine.

He briefly considered calling Magnus (who was by now attending to a customer who wanted to buy a stack of National Geographics from the 70s) and asking him for a refund, but he knew that would as likely get him a yelling-at and an obstinate statement that no refunds were allowed. No progress on that front. Well, now there was only one option.

Shrugging, he picked up the book gently between his hands. As soon as his skin made contact with the leather, however, there was a crack, and a jolt as though he had just got shocked by static electricity. Almost dropping the book, he clutched on to it as an odd, seductive feminine voice creeped through his mind, touching his innermost consciousness.

You belong to me now, and I to you.

The trip back home was fraught with confused thinking, low muttering and repeated glances at the book.

What was that shit when I picked it up? It was fine until he sold it to me. All the time I was touching it noting happened until when I wanted to take it away, when it was mine.

That's nothing, that's just the paranoid part of your mind playing tricks on you, you know they can be quite naughty sometimes. This is what happens when you think too much about it.

He glanced at the leather bound tome, lying innocently on the passenger seat beside him. In a fit of bizarre paranoia he had attached the seat belt to it, for fear that it might drop off. It was troublesome (and more than a little dangerous) to keep looking at the road and the book from the corner of his eye, but he half expected it to come alive and fly into his face like a monstrous bat or one of those books from the library at Hogwarts.

Paranoid. Paranoid paranoid paranoid. Look at you. See a book with creepy symbols on it and you immediately think it's cursed or something.

Then what the hell was that voice? Explain that.

One word: paranoia.

Oh shut up. You're not helping.

All those fantasy stories he had read throughout his youth and adult life were now coming back to haunt him. People talked about Yetis and UFOs and ghosts and all that other shit, but his inner sceptic knew it wasn't true. That only came from the stories. The notion that magic existed in the real world was boolsheet of the highest degree.

That book is probably nothing special. If you ask me, it was probably written by some medieval joker who thought writing nonsense and adding some occult symbols was a fantastic way to scare gullible fools like you. Probably got his kicks out of it. The more you think about it, the more he's laughing, way up in the clouds.

"Oh for god's sake." He muttered to himself as he carefully turned his pickup a hundred-and -eighty degrees in an attempt to park in the yard in front of his house. It was a two story terrace, picked off the market like a cherry for a fantastic price (the only one he and his wife could afford. They still had college debts to pay). The lawn was full of fresh green grass (The sort you can buy in big spools and just roll it all over the place) and a stone fountain tinkled cheerily in the centre. The house itself was stone and wood, with slats lining all around the front, whitewashed white and blue. A garage stood beside it but it was so full of junk he couldn't park his pickup in it and anyway the door didn't work.

The perfect example of a suburban home. May God bless this country.

Pulling the key from the ignition, he carefully undid the seatbelt on the book before cradling it carefully in his arms. He winced as he braced himself for another shock, but none came.

See? Just your mind playing tricks on you.

He shut the door of the pickup and made sure to lock it before trotting to the gate of his house, eager to begin examining the book.

The stench stopped him short.

_"Goddamn! What the fuck?"_He recoiled backwards, one hand cradling the book, the other pinched over his nose. Even through that the smell was almost overwhelming, the scent of decay and putrefaction.

Looking down, he saw the source.

The pile of turds stood smack dab right in front of his gate, the brown lumps taunting him, blocking his way. Flies buzzed all around it, some landing, others circling. A mass of maggots writhed in it.

Aiden resisted the urge to puke as he clamped his fingers down on his nose even tighter. He could feel annoyance boiling up in him.

That dog again. That frickin' dog, I swear, if it weren't for animal protection laws...

As if to taunt him further there was a triumphant howl from his neighbour's house. Looking up, he could see the bushy end of a black and white tail behind the fence that separated the houses. The husky stared at him smugly, tail twisting. Its muzzle was split in an expression that looked startlingly similar to a victorious grin. Every now and then it would howl.

Aiden hated that dog, Nibbles. Its owners weren't in half the time, usually away on one business trip or another and they gave it free reign over the whole damn street by leaving the gate wide open. Sometimes, in an effort to keep him in Aiden would shut the gate, but the dog was athletic enough to leap over the low fence as if nothing was in the way. The damn thing would keep the whole street awake with its incessant howling and barking, sometimes up till the wee hours of the morning. It never seemed to sleep. It loved to go around pissing on the fences of other homes and chasing their pets and pulling down their post boxes, but it never did anything enough to warrant a call to the SPCA to come and take it away to one of those animal homes. Aiden figured it was smart in that aspect.

In other situations however, the dog was dumber than a rusty doornail, which made it ridiculously easy (and hilarious) to tease. Aiden remembered the time he had nailed a dog bone to the top of a pole and had attached it to the fence, high enough that the husky couldn't reach it. It couldn't figure out a way to get at it, so the idiot thing had just sat there staring at the delicious treat just out of reach for two days straight, until a gust of wind had knocked the bone down. That had exposed the dog's stupidity for all to see.

Just last week, he had gone to the pet shop and bought one of those sprays you used for attracting male dogs. It was supposed to smell (to the male dog anyway. To Aiden it smelled like unadulterated piss) like a bitch in heat, and that was supposed to drive them nuts. He had sprayed the thing all over the fence, on the inside of his territory just out of the reach of Nibbles, and the husky had gone around the same spot whining and howling, thinking that there was a sexy female just there for the taking, until it had finally figured out it was a trick by yours truly.

This, Aiden figured, was his revenge.

Nibbles almost seemed to giggle at the expression on Aiden's face. With a flick of its bushy tail, it trotted around the corner and out of sight, its rear end swaying tauntingly as if to say take that you little shit, I've got a gift for you.

Grimacing, Aiden carefully sidestepped around the pile of shit, opening the gate and stepping inside hastily. He would deal with that stuff later. Perhaps it was time for an escalation of his Nibbles campaign. Maybe he would buy one of those high frequency dog whistles, see how it likes that, evil genius at work here, hurr hurr hurr.

Shutting the door plunged the house into darkness.

The book was old, that much he was sure.

Staring at the book through a microscope revealed nothing more than dust and moth holes, and brought him no closer to deciphering the mysterious script written on the parchment. To him, it seemed as though it was an amalgamation of English and some other language, although what he could not possibly tell. He was by no means a professional, but checking through his collection of encyclopaedias and language books did not bring him any further. Reading the English parts themselves, however, could be easily done. The letters were recognisably English alphabet, although they were grouped into words that made up meaningless gibberish.

Aiden had tried pronouncing some of them on a whim. The words had twisted up his tongue and throat in his attempts to pronounce it properly, which was to be expected, but even more mysteriously, as soon as he had finished saying it all the lights in his house had gone out.

He had sat there in the dark, heart pounding, fingers trembling, until his mind told him to get off his ass and get the damn lights on again!

That had been the only creepy event.

Fiddling with the main circuit breaker, he resolved to not say another one of those words until someone else was in the house. Not that he believed in any of that stuff, you understand. Of course not. It's just sometimes best to be careful.

He had spent most of midday poring over the pages and the drawings. The pictures were undeniably occultic, some with mysterious pictures of fantasy animals drawn all around its length. It reminded him of all those sorts of creepy pictures you see in the movies or drawn all over the inside of padded cells, which did not serve to calm his nervousness down one bit. Cross referencing those symbols with some on the Internet yielded similarities, but nothing concrete.

Perhaps, he thought as he sipped a Cup-A-Soup (chicken and pasta) and stared at the book sitting innocently on his table, it was time to hand this over to the experts. That's right. Just sell the damn thing to a museum or rare book collector then it's off to the Caribbean we go. Forget about this thing. It was a good time while it lasted, but it's time to move on and leave it behind, gibberish and all.

Rooting through a stack of books, he pulled out his trusty Yellow Pages and flipped through it until he found the number of a reputable museum, a short drive into the city.

Picking up his phone, he prepared to dial the number, his fingers hovering over the buttons.

There was the sound of the house door opening.

He shot up, the receiver clamped in his clammy, suddenly nerveless hand.

The voice that emanated from below served to calm all his fears.

"Aiden! I'm home! How was your day? Man, Endel was being a real bitch today." Endel was her boss.

A pause. "Where are you, Aiden?"

He flopped back on the chair on weak knees. Sweat had pooled in his palms. "I'm up here, honey. The study room."

"Study room? What are you studying?" The voice asked quizzically.

"Some things."

"I'm coming up. I want to see." The voice got closer, followed by the thumps of feet on carpeted stairs, followed by a creak as the door to the room opened, letting in a crack of light. The lights had been turned on downstairs.

Standing in the doorway was perhaps, in Aiden's opinion, the most beautiful woman to ever exist on this earth. She was slim, her frame possessing the hourglass shape looked on so favourably by members of the opposite sex. Her skin was pale, her hair red and curly, an aspect which Aiden loved very much. He loved playing with those curls when she slept beside him at night, feeling its silky smoothness run between his fingers. There was no better sensation in the world.

Leya and him had gotten married just three years ago, in a ceremony which had been the happiest moment of both their lives. The duo were in the prime of their lives, having just left college and found decent, well-paying jobs. Their house was nice, their bank account plump, their car relatively new. There was talk between them of the big C-Word. Maybe two, a boy and a girl. That would fill up the house nicely.

Leya came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bringing her face close to his for a quick peck on the cheek. He took in her scent, a mix of perfume and office sanitizer. The cleaner must have been overdoing it again. At least her office was clean, he thought. He smiled to himself contentedly as he felt her skin in contact with his.

"So what are you looking at? What is our great scholar studying?"

He pointed at the book and watched her eyes widen as she took it in. She gasped and released him, slowly trailing her fingers across its surface, flipping open the book and poring over the pages. Her fingers traced over the arcane symbols and drawings, taking in a breath when she saw the beautiful illuminated drawings of the creatures.

"What is it?"

"I don't know. Picked it up at a yard sale for a great price. The seller didn't even bother to bargain that much"

"Really? No clue where it's from or who wrote it?"

"Nope."

She blew out her cheeks. "Pffftt. It's probably some medieval Kama-Sutra or something. Not that that would go awry." She leaned close to him. "That gives me an idea. It's been a long day, and I would like some," she tittered, "release. Why don't our great scholar here come study me instead? And bring the book. I've got an idea."

"Idea?" He teased.

"Oh, you'll see. Some role-play stuff. You always were into that shit."

Aiden winced as he remembered the French maid uniform bundled in a corner of the closet. Oh yes, he knew that better than anyone.

Their bedroom was by no means large, but spacious enough to fit a queen size bed and a dressing table with the customary mirror. The blinds were drawn, the only light coming from the setting sun, shining through the gaps in the slats of the window, making bars of light all over the walls. Aiden could see motes of dust floating all around, illuminated by the light and set to dancing as they passed.

He trailed behind her, her hand gripping his wrist as they entered the room. The book was clutched in one hand, careful not to bump it into anything. Leya turned around and planted a kiss full upon his lips, the tender flesh parting at the contact. They remained that way for a few more minutes, before she separated, panting slightly.

"You know what I've got in mind for this?" She teasingly gripped his wrist that held on to the book.

"Surprise me." He grinned back. He could already feel his heart beating faster, a throbbing in his loins at his arousal.

"You're a big bad wizard who's got me, the princess, trapped in his tower. He's got a book of spells that can force anyone to do anything. And he's gonna use those spells to make the princess get the hots for him, to do things nobody even dreamed off, things too kinky and heinous to even imagine." Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and trailed around her lips.

Aiden was instantly reminded of Magnus' tongue, the dead slug like thing he had seen earlier.

Fuck off, don't think of such things. This is the here and now. And I'm going to get it on!

He grinned as Leya's hand brushed against his crotch, slightly pulling down his fly. Oh yes, he liked that idea.

"Well, all I've got to say is, the wizard's all ready!" He held up the book and pretended to read from it.

Leya smiled and walked out the door, presumably to get ready. Aiden stepped back, his head spinning. He'd done it before, of course, but each time was almost like the first. And he'd definitely not expected this. Who knew that book could come in handy for this? He had half a mind to forget selling it, to keep it around for any future role-play occasions. It always made sense to be prepared.

The door opened slightly, and Leya walked in. Just seeing the sight made saliva appear in Aiden's mouth. He had most certainly married the right woman. Without a doubt.

Leya had ditched her office clothing, instead dressing herself in skimpy lingerie, the sort that is made of satin and is ridiculously transparent. Her breasts were revealed in the light and Aiden could see her delicious pink nipples through the material. For once, this was a situation where skimping on material actually increased the quality of the final product. He could feel his heart race as she sashayed towards him, hips swaying. Her waist was slim, her skin pale and smooth, without blemish. Her curly red hair spilled over her shoulders, glinting in the light.

"You...are so beautiful."

She tutted. "Now now, big bad wizards don't say that. You'll ruin the atmosphere." Smiling, she made her way over to the bed, swaying her hips, putting on a show for him. Leya had always been the tease.

His wife lay upon the bed, hands behind her head, legs spread to reveal as much as possible. Aiden swallowed as Leya pretended to struggle against imaginary bonds. Opening the book to a random page, he tried to read.

The words confused him, but it made sense to try and make it sound as magical as possible to add to the atmosphere. The pages were numbered, and he flipped to one.

203

Picking out a line, he read out the words, the ones he could understand anyway, deepening his voice to try and make it sound magical.

Channel Gandalf, Aiden. A big horny Gandalf.

A flash of light enveloped him.

When his vision cleared, the scene did not look any different from what he had seen before. Leya stared at him confusedly from the bed, hands still over her head.

"What's wrong Aiden? You look like someone just shone a flashlight in your eyes."

"I thought I saw a fla-"

There was a thud of flesh hitting glass.

Aiden jumped about a foot into the air, dropping the book onto the carpeted floor, where it settled with barely a sigh. He looked towards the window.

"What was that?" Leya sounded frightened.

"I don't know, it's at the window. Maybe a bird or something." He flipped open the blinds.

And stared right into the muzzle of Nibbles, squashed against the glass of the window.

He recoiled as Leya screamed. The husky seemed to be pinned against the window by some sort of invisible force, the pressure enough to distort its look, giving it a sharp fanged grin as its mouth pressed against the glass. Saliva splattered the window. There were deep growls as the husky tried to free itself from the unyielding force.

Suddenly, black tendrils seemed to leak from the body of the dog, seeping underneath the pane of glass. As the tendrils came in, the more that entered, the more the dog seemed 'less' somehow, as though it was becoming smaller, as though it was

(dissolving)

Aiden resisted the urge to yell as the tendrils brushed against him, making his hair stand on end. Oddly enough, the black mist seemed to be avoiding him, choosing instead to shoot right past him.

Ohshitithinki'mgonnabesick

"Aiden! What's happening?" Leya's panicked voice ripped through the room.

That black stuff's going for her!

He spun around just in time to see the first of the black mist touching her body. Where it touched, it seemed to enter into her. Leya stared at him panickedly as he stood there dumbfounded. On those spots, an odd growth appeared.

Fur! She's growing fur! Oh what the hell this is nuts!

The furry growth spread around her body quickly, faster than he even thought possible. When it reached her head, it turned white and black, the colours of a husky. Her ears grew pointed, like a wolf's, and a muzzle emerged from her face, complete with pointed teeth. A tail sprouted at the small of her back. There was a tearing sound as her lingerie ripped, unable to contain the massive body that fit in it. The cloth parted to reveal her breasts. Between her legs a pair of canine testicles and phallus complete with sheath emerged.

When the tendrils were finished Leya looked completely canine, except she still had arms and legs. The hybrid lay on the bed, unmoving. Outside, Nibbles was nowhere to be seen.

Aiden sank down to the ground. Where was his wife? The hybrid was a mix of husky and human, of male and female. It was the book! The book had done it!

Oh my god I'm going crazy this is some bullshit magic doesn't exist IT DOES NOT

His mind feebly struggled to continue denying that what had happened was something supernatural, something not of this world. Everything he had learned, everything he knew was being ripped apart at that very moment.

Magic doesn't exist does not does not does not. It's only in the books only in the stories oh my god what have I done

"Aiden!" The voice was guttural, halfway between a word and a bark.

He froze. Oh shiiiitttt....

The hybrid rose up from the bed, teeth bared. Its breasts were round and full, with pert nipples. Ordinarily, Aiden would have found this arousing if it weren't for the fact that they were attached to a husky-human thing and the fact that that body also possessed a penis.

"Aiden! I'm so horny! So horny awhhhoooooo! So horrnnnyyy...!" The voice was almost a howl.

Oh my god I've got to get out of here! That thing is coming, it's coming for me, oh crap MOVE!

He scrambled to his feet, knees trembling. His entire musculature felt like butter, as though the only thing he wanted to do was flop over and accept his fate. The husky thing was slowly getting off the bed, every movement deliberate, as though it knew its prey had nowhere to run. Its yellow eyes tracked him.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Go Aiden! Go!" His voice was twisted, almost sobbing. He pulled himself up so quickly he slipped and fell, the dust from the carpet making him sneeze. His limbs worked frantically, and he half crawled, half sprinted towards the door.

Behind him, the thing howled as it watched its prey.

Got to get out of here! Call the police! Somebody, gotta call somebody, anybody oh shit that thing is right behind me oh fuck run run

Aiden sprinted along the corridor, trying to outrun the creature. The hybrid was in no hurry. The light from the windows cast the shadow of it out the door of the bedroom, and he watched it getting bigger, getting closer and closer...

He tried to yell for help but his throat was tangled up madly and all he could produce was a half-choked cry that sounded more like the squeal of a pig than a plea. His legs madly ate up the carpet, feet thudding, breath coming in ragged pants.

Behind him the hybrid casually strolled after him. The thing was big, maybe even huge. Its muscles were thick and ripped, the lines clearly defined even under all that thick fur. Its muzzle was open, its tongue hanging out, occasionally licking its chops as if to say mmm, delicious. Its tail wagged whenever it caught sight of the fleeing figure of Aiden.

"Horny! Aiden! Want you! Horny! Come HEEERRRRREEEEEE-"

But Aiden had no intention of acceding to its demands. The thing was fast, more due to the fact that its legs were so long that every single stride it took equalled three of Aiden's. In this chase, there was no contest. The damn thing was playing with him.

"Please! Stop! I don't know what you want but stop chasing me! Please!" He was almost crying now.

The hybrid was oblivious to his pleas. "Aiden! Horny! Here! Want you!" The voice was in the stuttering speech of a child, except deep, almost a growl.

The stairs! Got to take the stairs, get out of here! Oh my god oh my god help me help MEEEEEEEE

He ran down the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him, on two occasions almost tripping, which caused an odd sensation to run through him, as though his innards had just popped out of his mouth. The hybrid followed him down, its gaze unnervingly set on him no matter what he did. It didn't blink.

Running towards the door, he tried to unlock it. He had success with the first lock, but the bolt...

Not so much.

When they had first bought the house the door had come with an attached bolt. The thing was an age old, spotted with rust and lichen. It often got stuck, and Aiden had always promised Leya that he would oil it, but had never gotten around to doing it.

And now he was paying for it.

Can't pull the bolt! It's stuck! I probably could pull it out given time but that thing is right behind me! No time, there's no time.

The hybrid gave a triumphant howl as it saw his predicament. It was so tall the tips of its pointed ears were actually brushing the ceiling of the living room. Its steps was slow and deliberate, _confident._The prey was cornered. There was nowhere left to run.

The garage! My only chance, only place to go.

But the door was behind the thing.

Summoning all that remained of his courage, he gritted his teeth and ran right at the hybrid. The thing was caught by surprise and for a second Aiden had the satisfaction of seeing shock and disbelief appear on the canine muzzle. Then he was past it.

It reacted faster than he thought possible. Its hand shot out and caught on to his shirt, ripping it off his body with the force of their momentum. His lean, muscled chest was exposed, slim, with the muscles well defined. As soon as the hybrid saw that it let out a bark of

satisfaction?

Aiden ran as fast as he could for the garage door. As soon as he reached it he ripped the door open and slammed it shut, turning the key in the lock. The hybrid collided with it with a massive thud, dust flying from the corners. The frame rattled dangerously. But it held.

For now.

What does it want with me? What does it want what does it want? What? What? He could feel tears appearing at the corners of his eyes.

Didn't you hear what it said? Horny, horny? It wants your ass, Aiden. Your delicious virgin ass. A twisted voice echoed in his head, turning his blood to ice.

Oh god no! Nononono

Another thud. The corners of the frame splintered.

Aiden could feel the fear rise up in his throat like bile. He thought he was going to puke at any second, just keel over and let out. The door wouldn't hold for much longer.

A strange sense of defiance overcame him. Well, I'm not gonna go down whining like a little bitch. Standing, he shuffled through the piles of junk that littered the floor around him, old newspapers, tools. Some old cassette tapes. A turntable. Nothing useful.

Then, brushing away an old stack of bills, he came across the length of pipe, a rusty iron beast he vaguely remembered as having come from the initial renovation of the house. Well, now it would serve some purpose.

Heaving the pipe (the bastard was heavy, he thought), he crouched behind a pile of old tires, weapon at the ready. His heart hammered in his chest.

In front of him, there was a crunch of splintering wood and a part of the door was punched through. Through the gap Aiden could see one of its yellow eyes, scanning the garage beyond.

THUD. THUD. THUD. More of the door splintered inward.

Come on. you son of a bitch. Come one. Come on!

The sound of the door finally giving way, a splintering sound followed by a crash as what remained of it fell on to the concrete, filled him with a sort of acceptance. He felt sweat appear on his palms as they clutched the pipe, and the first vestiges of shaking rattled through his legs.

A sniff. "Aiden! Where! You! Horny! Horny!" There was the sound of massive feet on the concrete, a pat pat pat.

Closer to the pile of tires he was hiding behind.

Now or never.

Aiden shot up, all the power of his arms behind that one swing. As he brought it closer to the unsuspecting beast's head however, a strange thought ran through him.

Leya. She's still in there somewhere. I can't do this. I can't! Stop! Stop!

He pulled his blow, just enough so that the pipe lightly glanced the hybrid's head with a soft thock.

The hybrid's reaction was so fast Aiden couldn't even make a sound. In a flash, one of its massive hands was gripping the pipe, leaving them looking at each other ridiculously, both their hands on either end of the weapon.

Well, here it comes. I'm fucked.

The thing snapped its hand forward, the pipe flying out of Aiden's hand without much resistance. It flung the thing to a corner of the room, out of reach of either of them. The sound of the pipe clanging on the concrete filled Aiden with a sense of doom.

"Aiden! There! You! Are! Horny! Horny! Want! You!" A stream of drool fell from its gaping maw.

Bizarrely, he considered getting down on his knees and begging for his life, but somehow, he didn't think such a maniacal beast would feel pity, or even have enough brains to know what it was.

The beast seized him with its massive hands, crushing the air out of him. He struggled futilely, but even with his toned muscles he was no match for the sheer brute force of this towering monstrosity.

"Please! Let me go! I'll do anything! Let me go! Let me GOOOOOOOO-"

"Want! You!"

The beast brought its sharp teeth to his denim jeans, hooking its massive fangs on the edge of the waist. With a sharp pull of its head, neck muscles flexing, it pulled the jeans off him with a loud rip, leaving him dressed only in his boxers.

Hey watch it you know how much those pants cost I had to pay with my ass to get that hahaha so funny I'm so funny ass geddit'?

He burst out laughing at the thought, despite his situation. He was in such denial and disbelief he wasn't sure what he was thinking anymore.

Its gonna be one_HELL_of a ride son, if you know what I mean.

The beast brought its wet nosepad to his crotch, snuffling away at him through the thin fabric of his boxers. He shivered at the moist feeling of it at his nether regions, poking, prodding, testing. It was still holding him effortlessly in mid-air.

Apparently, Aiden was satisfactory to the beast, because it nipped on to his boxers with its teeth in the same fashion as before and ripped them off him. His penis and balls were exposed at last, causing him to wince as he felt the cool air against them. He felt so naked, so helpless in the face of this massive thing holding him aloft as though he was a candy cane, with its eyes examining his body, every nook and cranny.

"Oh please don't look, this isn't right! This isn't happening."

He might have been speaking to a wall, for all the response it got him.

The beast pushed him against the pile of old tyres, propping his legs up on the floor. Aiden almost burst out crying then. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks as the beast rubbed the twin mounds of his ass, feeling them up, giving them the occasional pinch.

He couldn't swallow a gasp as he felt something wet touch his hole, teasing the soft flesh. It was rough and moist, and it touched his ring, wriggling in and tasting his innards.

Is that its tongue? Oh god this is so wrong SO WRONG

But whatever his opinion, the beast clearly did not care. Snuffling, it licked his asshole gently, almost delicately. Aiden shivered. He had never felt so naked in his life, so exposed. He could feel the tongue at his hole, wet and prying, searching him, leaving him bare and exposed with nothing to hide.

Behind him, the beast's arousal grew as it explored Aiden's virgin hole. Looking back, Aiden was confronted with the terrifying sight of the hybrid's penis, pulsing, red and fully erect, by now completely out of its sheath. It was long and so thick it was a wonder it could fit in its body.

It's not going to put that in me is it? Oh please no, I can't take it! I have to get out of here I don't want this-

He struggled futilely the beast held him down, with all the strength he could muster in his exhausted limbs, but it didn't do much good. The beast was far too strong for that. It turned him around, so that he was facing up and directly at the thing, his legs in the air. Spreading his cheeks wide, the beast brought its throbbing length to his hole, so close until he could feel the tip touch him and enter.

There was a sensation of pain as the beast forced its length into a hole that had always functioned as an exit and never as an entrance. It simply wasn't wide enough to take it, at least not yet. Aiden gritted his teeth as he felt his muscles stretch in an attempt to accommodate a foreign object of such girth. Muscles were like clay. You have to mould it to do what you want, more or less, and until Aiden successfully reached the ideal 'mould' he would simply have to put up with the discomfort.

The first thrust up into him was so violent Aiden released a yell of pain. He could feel the length thrusting up into him like a spear all the way into his innermost parts. He gasped and sobbed as the beast tried its best to fit all it could into him, the flesh of its penis throbbing. Aiden could feel a strange sensation winding up his spine, as though he needed to go to the bathroom. His muscles were stretching, pulsating, doing their best. He hissed as the beast slowly withdrew.

"You! My! Bitch!" The beast gabbled, tongue snaking out and licking its muzzle at the expression on Aiden's face. It was clearly enjoying itself.

The second thrust was equally shocking, the massive length stabbing right into him. Aiden howled, in pain and more than a little

(ecstasy?)

Oh this is wrong! This isn't supposed to happen, why does this happen to me, I am getting taken by a massive shemale husky thing oh god why? Please, no!

There was a third thrust.

And a fourth.

As the beast increased its tempo, Aiden felt as though the thrusts came easier, as though it was easier to take. It certainly didn't hurt as much, at the very least. He thought that he would never get used to the feeling though, the feeling of that massive thing stabbing up into him. But as it wore on, Aiden felt the first vestiges of pleasure entering him, sparking through his nerves and spine like little flames.

The beast was also enjoying itself very much, if its closed eyes and panting growls and almost-smile on its muzzle were any indication. Aiden felt a strange sense of camaraderie with this thing. It was a seven foot tall monster, yes, and amalgamation of humanity and animals, but it was just another living thing looking for pleasure, pleasure he could give, wrong as it might seem.

Leaning forward, Aiden took one of the beast's nipples into his hot mouth. Its breasts were round, smooth and pert, and as soon as it felt Aiden's moist tongue on its sensitive nipple it let out a growl of pleasure, trembling slightly. Its thrusts became more frantic, a clear signal of its growing pleasure.

When the climax came, it did not come quietly.

The beast let out a roar as it found its release, with a splurt of semen that shot up into Aiden's anus. It gave a gigantic, involuntary thrust, deep into his hole. The tip thudded into the sweet spot, and the minutes of waiting pleasure, building up, finally exploded through him, a fire racing through his every nerve fibre, his every muscle, his very core. He could not suppress a scream, one of complete and utter pleasure, as the both of them climaxed together.

The beast flopped down onto the cold concrete floor, its muscles trembling. Aiden followed suit. Without it to hold him up he found he could not stay upright, his energy completely spent. His vision blurred as he found himself fetched up beside the beast, covered in sweat, spooge leaking out of his brutalized hole.

As he watched, an odd smoke emanated from beast, twirling in the air like a dozen dancing shapes. As the smoke wound away from him, it coalesced into a barely definable shape, slowly becoming more and more solid, until it finally resolved into the figure of Nibbles, lying panting on the floor.

And beside it, Leya, his beautiful wife, her breath coming in slow draws, chest rising and falling as she slept.

The spell was complete.

It was over.

Aiden felt a sense of tiredness come over him, a feeling of satisfaction at knowing that it was done and over at last.

"Aiden! Horny! Horny!" He muttered to himself.

And he laughed.

The book was never sold in the end. It remained a prominent decoration in their home at the shelf, standing and watching the doorway. Many visitors came and went, and they always asked the same question.

(Why is there a bookmark on page 203?)

Aiden would always give them a small smile at that, a smile of secrets that should be kept.