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In the city streets the lights flickered to life as the sun set, people bustling about as they came home from work and were going either home or to their next destination. For most people it was their routine and they went about it with the familiarity and safety that comes with it. Those that made their way down the streets didn’t know why they felt a chill, or they just blamed it on the fall weather that was coming that way. No one could have imagined that what they felt was an evil that hadn’t walked the earth for hundreds of years.

The warlock had been released by a few foolish mortals that toyed with arcane magick they didn’t understood… but at least they did now that they had been consumed by the same dark forces that had kept him imprisoned for all these centuries. None of that was his concern anyway, now that he was back in the mortal realm it was time for him to finally get the power that had been promised him before he had been betrayed. The thought of it still caused his blood to boil, causing those around him to shudder as he caused the temperature to drop around him. He quickly had to control himself… even though he was the channeler of black magic he was weak, which was why he was going to need help.

It was fortunate that the bindings were broken at this time; it appeared that there was an entire ritual going on that involved people getting dressed up in costumes in the interest of scaring others. It was a strange time but allowed the fox mage to blend in even with his ceremonial robes from hundreds of years ago that he wore. It would be the perfect time for him to get some cover and get what he needed as he continued to scan the area. This was a strange new world for him and he didn’t know what enemies lurked for creatures like him, and with his old guardians long since gone he was just going to have to find a way to make himself some more.

It didn’t take long for the fox to find what he was looking for as he peered up at a house that was being advertised as filled with spirits. It would have been the perfect place to gain some help from the metaphysical… except when he got there he found yet another problem with this new world. It was some sort of attraction that was meant to frighten as mere entertainment, but he also saw an opportunity there. A dark house that bred fear and made people believe in the supernatural meant that his spells would be more potent as he walked inside the house.

The human that stood at the front entrance quickly looked up when he saw the fox step into the front of the house. “Hold on a second sir!” he said as he went to stop the hooded creature. “The haunted house isn’t open for another week, if you want to buy tickets you can just go on the website.”

“Oh, I don’t intend to buy any of these tickets that you’re talking about,” the fox said as he reached into his robe, watching the human’s eyes widening as he pulled out a golden staff with a black obsidian snake creature wound around it. “I have my entry pass right here actually, an artifact that I managed to keep with me even after I had been betrayed and banished to the realm of darkness. Now unfortunately after not being connected to the magic of this world for so long it’s lost a lot of its power, but I think it has just enough to do what I need right now…”

The human began to back away as the fox approached him, eventually holding the staff up to his face. The ruby eyes of the snake glowed as the warlock channeled his dark magic through it. A sneer curled on the muzzle of the vulpine as he watched the mouth of his latest victim go agape and his eyes go completely white. He couldn’t help but shudder as he felt the familiar ancient power flowing through him once more, even as weak as it was it was still enough to completely overwhelm this frail human’s mind. It wasn’t long before he had completely saturated the soul with his corruptive essence and made him his puppet.

It turned out that there were about a dozen or so employees of this haunted house, and it didn’t take long for the warlock to make them all his thrall. He already felt his powers starting to return, the familiar wellspring of dark energy bubbling up inside of him. It was such a wonderful feeling as he looked at all the workers standing silently and waiting for his new orders. Everything was starting to come together, especially when he was shown the website for the haunted house reservation system and saw that he wasn’t the only one that was paying his new domain a visit.

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Johnson and Ryuhane took a second outside of the haunted house in order to update their respective blogs, informing their fans that they were about to enter another attraction in order to see how it was. The two were self-proclaimed professional haunted house bloggers, going around the nation to try and find the scariest places to visit during the season. They held up their video phones to give a brief description of the latest place they were going in and that as usual they’ll be going media dark during the duration of their visit to not reveal any secrets that might be lurking inside. Even if they did get permission to film the two humans thought that it wasn’t fair of them to expose the spookiness so that others didn’t even have to go in.

“Man, I’m glad this is the last one for the week,” Ryuhane said once they had finished their broadcast. “I for one am tired of traveling and could use a little rest and recuperation.”

“I’m just happy they’re letting us in early,” Johnson replied. “I did not want to wait here another four days after visiting the two upstate just to check out one last house in the area.” The two looked up at the house and then at each other once more. “Alright, game faces.”

The two took a second to prepare themselves before they walked inside, putting on a casual but serious demeanor before they opened the door. They had gotten the reputation of the hardest to scare people in the nation, having braved houses that were supposed to have a hundred percent tap-out rate when it came to being too spooky to handle. This one didn’t look like one of those, in fact it was probably geared more towards the younger and casual crowd that was just looking for a quick fright for the season. Even so they gave each one the same amount of dedication as they walked in and were promptly greeted by someone manning the front door.

“Welcome!” the front door manager said as he quickly moved forward and shook their hands. “We’re honored to have you two in our humble establishment.”

“Well thank you for allowing us a little sneak peek before you guys opened officially,” Ryuhane replied as he shook his hand back. “Now will someone be giving us the tour or will it be self-guided?”

“You’ll be braving the horrors we have created alone,” the worker said as his smile grew even wider. “We’ve had a few last minute additions that I think you’re really going to like, our new owner had some wonderful ideas that we’ve been attempting to implement before you got here. I know you won’t be disappointed.”

The two continued to chat for a few minutes before they excused themselves and went over to the entrance of the haunted house. It appeared that they had taken some old bed and breakfast and renovated it, the two taking diligent notes as they opened the door. Almost immediately they were greeted with a few fake cobwebs and some manufactured fog that rolled in at their feet. The other side was completely pitch dark and that was the cue for them to put their notebooks away before they stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

“I have to say that so far that door guy is the creepiest thing that I’ve seen in a while,” Johnson whispered as they slowly moved through the narrow walkway. “Did you see the way that he was just staring and smiling? I thought for a second he was some sort of prop and not a real person.”

“I hear you on that,” Ryuhane replied, both of them stifling a snicker as they continued further in. It was very quickly confirmed that they were going for the haunted hotel theme, things like books flying off the shelves and chairs rocking by themselves that they’ve seen done hundreds of times before. As they were about to cross over into the next room they were taken back slightly when a ghostly figure seemed to run past the doorframe before hearing the door slam shut elsewhere.

The two took a mental note of the features and continued on with their tour, this room more dimly lit than the ones they had encountered previous. There was also a chill in the air and a sense of dread that sent a shiver down their spines. Both humans wondered at one point if it this was were the changes were being implemented that the door man talked about as the tone of the whole house seemed to take a much deeper turn. While the previous rooms had been mostly filled with jump scares design to get a cheap scream out of someone this area was far heavier on the atmospheric horror as they continued to walk.

Johnson was about to comment that this was more what he was talking about when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was a mirror that despite the darkness was highly reflective in nature, a rather neat trick in his opinion as he broke away from his partner to take a look. As he went up to it he saw the reflection of the room that they were standing in, except there were all these strange words written in black on the floor and a single chair that sat in the center of it. This was very impressive, he thought to himself as he took a look behind the mirror just to see if there was any projection technology behind it.

Just as Johnson was about to call his friend over to check out what he found he let out a yelp of surprise instead as the surface of the mirror quickly darted out, looking like liquid metal as it created tentacles that quickly wrapped around his body. The noise he was able to make did alert Ryuhane, the other human turning just in time to see his friend plunge head first into the surface of the mirror. Ryuhane’s jaw practically dropped to the floor as he watched the legs of his friend kick in the air for a few seconds before they were sucked into the mirror, disappearing completely as the reflective surface became an opaque black before shattering into dust.

It took Ryuhane a few seconds for his brain to process what he had just seen, his eyes still wide as he stood there dumbfounded. “Okay…” he finally managed to say as he looked back around the room. “Now that… was freaking amazing! They are so going to tell us how they managed to pull that trick off.”

Just as he was about to go over and examine it himself he felt something slithering up his legs, looking down to see rope that had been hidden in the darkness coiling around his ankles like a snake. It was a little shocking to him how much interaction they were having with this particular house as normally most places had a strict no touching rule to avoid lawsuits. This haunted house apparently had no problem with that as the ropes continued to wrap around his legs and tied them together. There was a sudden yank and suddenly Ryuhane felt himself falling to the ground, and with the bindings keeping his arms at his side there was nothing he could do to break his fall.

Ryuhane’s eyes squeezed shut as he waited for his face to impact with the ground. When it didn’t he slowly opened one of them to see himself hovering mere inches from the floor, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief he was suddenly jerked backwards with such force he thought he might get whiplash. He found himself darting backwards, unknowingly heading towards a large cage until he was inside it and the doors slammed shut behind him. Just as he was about to shout for help the entire room went pitch black, the darkness swallowing everything up until nothing could be seen..

…it remained that way for about a minute, and when they could see again it was from a single lightbulb that hung from the ceiling. Beneath it Johnson sat in the chair he had seen in the reflection, letting out a slight hiss as his eyes got used to the light. The human wasn’t even sure how he had gotten to this place and when he tried to get up he found his arms and legs bound to the chair as well. He was still able to move his head around though and when he did he saw the pool of light had illuminated those strange words that he saw before too, the lettering shiny and black.

“I do apologize for the nature of your arrival here,” a voice said from the shadows. “Normally this goes the other way around but it’s hard to separate a soul when its vessel is familiar to them. Luckily I found a way to kill two birds with one stone, and you happen to be my first volunteer.”

Johnson continued to look around as he watched someone step out in front of him wearing robes and holding a golden staff with an obsidian snake around it. At this point he was unsure if he was supposed to be trying to escape or just sit back and enjoy the show, all he knew is that the theatrics of this place were definitely above and beyond what he had thought. The person they had playing the wizard was definitely into it as well, waving his hands in the air and making strange sounds that could be mistaken as some sort of ancient language. When he attempted to see if he could get his hands out of his bindings while the wizard chanted he found them quite tight and made a mental note to tell them that this may be a fire code violation and they could get in trouble for it.

But for now the guy was more than happy to watch the show, especially as the staff and the words began to glow with an unearthly red light. Johnson could feel his heart pounding in his chest as what he assumed were holographic versions of the words began to rise up from the ground and swirl around him in the air. Never before had he felt this immersed in such a production and all he could do was watch with awe as the symbols continued to glow brighter. Just as the fox wizard’s chanting reached a fevered pitch all those glyphs stopped and immediately rocketed towards the human’s body.

The effect was instantaneous; Johnson gasped and bucked in his chair like had been struck by a bolt of lightning as the arcane magic touched him, feeling those glyphs actually press against his skin. His breaths suddenly came in short pants as he looked down to see that it wasn’t just in his head either as his clothing looked like it was burned away where the magic spell hit him. The fox wizard continued to mutter as the human was overwhelmed by the mystical force, unable to concentrate on anything but his own body as more of the fabric dissolved away to reveal the black spell words still glowing red. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any stranger the fox’s tone suddenly shifted and the shiny black runes began to melt and spread over his restrained body.

“Yes…” the fox hissed under his breath as he watched the human squirm as the shadow magic continued to coalesce over his new guardian’s body. “My lovely slaves had shown me that a lot of these costumes you wear are made out of something called rubber, and it’s proven to be a fascinating conduit for my power. Already my magic has started to seep into the very core of your being and I’m still not finished with the incantation yet.”

“What… what is this?!” Johnson demanded to know, flecks of spit landing on his lips as he felt his insides shifting as the liquid blackness began to spread further over his skin. “What are you dornng… trr mhhng…” the human’s words became garbled as his teeth began to grow, forming into fangs while his lips and mouth stretched unnaturally to accommodate them while more of the liquid latex drooled out of his mouth. Soon he wasn’t able to say anything as the magical rubber began to dribble out of his expanding nose and his ears that had begun to migrate up to the top of his head.

The fox had a triumphant smile on his face as he watched the human’s body continued twist and contort, the noises coming from the transforming mouth of the corrupted creature becoming low and guttural with every second that passed. Beneath his robe he could feel his own member starting to stir as the last of the human’s clothing was burned away by his magic, seeing his diminutive human member flop out before the dark arcana quickly went to work. The vulpine learned early on the easiest way to control a male is through is maleness and as the ropes began to stretch against the increasingly muscular physique of the creature.

Johnson didn’t know what to do, his human mind completely overwhelmed by the mixture of lust and darkness that was flooding him like the latex pouring out of those marks. While he had never been in the best physical shape his body was relatively fit but as this thick rubber continued to coat him it was creating muscle on him that would look more like it belonged on a professional athlete. For a brief moment he thought maybe that this was becoming some sort of weird costume on him but as the rubber continued to flow over and assimilate his face he could see the muzzle growing into his field of vision as he felt his latex tongue impulsively licking the corruptive fluid leaking from his maw. When the surge of growth hit his groin and his cock lengthened like it was being pulled by an invisible hand he found himself snapping his new jaws in the air like a beast.

When the vulpine warlock had finished with the ritual the human that he had captured was almost completely gone, replaced with a terrifying wolf creature that he had created. Droplets of latex continued to drip down at his feet as they formed into huge paws, the toes exploding with growth as the chair that had been holding up the mutating male gave up the ghost and crashed to the ground. As Johnson tried to stagger to his feet he let out a long, low growl as a tail pushed out of his rubberized rear end to seemingly complete the changes. As the fox slowly went over to him though the warlock knew there was one last, crucial step though before he could claim the muscular rubber creature he created as his own.

Despite the power that flowed through his form Johnson felt incredibly weak and was only able to get onto his new clawed hands while still being supported with his knees. “It’s so nice to have a creature of darkness under my thrall,” the fox said with a wicked grin as he held the golden staff up to the new rubber wolf’s face while staring into his eyes, which were the only human things left on him. “But you’re not quite there yet… but we can change that easily enough. After all without light there is only darkness.”

Johnson wasn’t sure what that meant, only that this creature was the cause of his terrifying transformation into the latex wolf monster he had become. When he tried to snap at the vulpine’s face though he found his muzzle pressed up against the staff he had been holding. His muscles froze when he heard a low hissing sound and before he could back away the snake on the golden rod had animated and slithered down into his maw. Even with his new stretchy latex throat the former human gagged slightly as the snake pushed its way down into his throat, the fox watching in eager anticipation as he watched the head bulging out the rubber flesh as it pushed its way down until suddenly the latex beast froze.

The obsidian snake had ceased its movement in as a look of sheer horror was frozen on the face of the wolf, the warlock watching as his pupils began to dilate. They didn’t stop there and as the snake slowly began to retract wisps of pure blackness began to swirl around the formerly white eyes of the creature before him. This wasn’t just a physical darkness either; the warlock had no use for goodness in his guardians and as the snake’s head reached the opening of his throat he could sense a shift happening in Johnson’s psyche. Evil, corruptive thoughts quickly filled the void left behind by the extraction of the glowing white orb in the snake’s maw that it promptly swallowed once it had completely extracted itself.

“Now you are mine…” the fox said triumphantly as the shocked look on the rubber wolf guardian’s face slowly melted away, replaced with a look of pure malice as his eyes turned to solid black orbs. “Your soul belongs to me and in its place I’ve given you the power of darkness. Now you will help me spread my dark influence throughout this land… starting with a certain someone that will also make a good playmate for us and another guardian for me.”

The words soaked into rubber wolf’s mind like a sponge and with the darkness that now possessed him mind and body he found it natural to kneel in front of his new master. There was no need to remember the human named Johnson, all that was weakness that his master had removed from him. As he continued to embrace this new power inside of him the corruption was complete and the muscular rubber werewolf was ready to do everything that the fox said. That included his current orders, his rubbery head turning towards one corner of the room in particular.

The shadows that had once obfuscated the evil rubber wolf’s vision were nothing to him now, which allowed him to see the cage that held his friend. The ropes had long since fallen away from Ryuhane’s body since he was in the wrought iron cage, the human so enraptured with what he had seen that he hadn’t even thought about escaping until the moment the beast he had seen his friend transform into lunged for him. His back slammed against the cage as the creature banged against it, cracking the wall behind him as the clawed fingers of the hulking creature tore the metal off like it was flimsy wood.

Ryuhane screamed for the first time in a haunted house as that huge latex hand grabbed him and brought him forward. The human continued to fight and squirm as he believed that this thing that had been his friend was about to kill him, even though all it did was lick his head. As the wolf did so the latex that had still been drooling occasionally out of his maw transferred to the head of the other male. Ryuhane wasn’t sure if this was better or worse than being mauled as he could hear the fox beginning to chant once more while he felt a pressure on his skull.

As his hair melted into his head Ryuhane let out a loud groan as he felt a horn beginning to grow from where he had been licked as the liquid latex seeped into his ear and ran down his neck. His struggles, which had already been rather futile against the strength of the muscular, arcane enhanced strength of the creature, began to lessen as he felt more of the corruptive substance dripping down his body. The licking had become almost hypnotic as the wolf moved from the top of his head down towards his ear, causing the human to gasp when he began to push inside. The human’s eyes went wide, then half-lidded as his assimilated earhole stretched around the appendage and allowed the rubber to seep directly into his brain.

The fox was practically stroking himself through his robes as he watched the arcane-infused latex cascading down the enthralled human’s body, causing it to expand like a balloon. The tongue that had been occupying Ryuhane’s ear pulled out and allowed the latex ear-fin to stretch out over it, sliding down and pressing his muzzle against the human’s face instead. The effect was instantaneous, almost immediately his face began to push out into a more angular muzzle as that dexterous rubber tongue pushed its way in once more. By this point both the human’s ears and nose were leaking the corruptive substance as the clothing he wore began to pop at the stitches, though all of the human’s attention was at the bulge sliding down his throat from the slick appendage.

The growing human was ripped out of the cage and pushed down onto the floor as the wolf nearly enveloped the growing snout, Ryuhane’s entire body flexing as his eyes went wide. Then, just like with the wolf, those pupils began to expand and the whites of his eyes turned back as the werewolf froze. A low growl escaped from the changing human as the rubber creature pulled off of the newly formed draconic snout, his tongue following suit as a glowing white orb was seen on the end of it before it disappeared into the lupine creature. With his soul absorbed there was nothing left to hold back the changes taking place, though the werewolf was ready to help his new guardian along while the evil spread through him.

By this point Ryuhane’s head was completely draconic in nature, a pair of gleaming horns jutting out of his head as he blinked the solid black orbs his eyes had become. Like the wolf, who had taken his new cock dribbling with corruptive liquid latex and pushed it into the mutating hole of the human, he could feel the darkness seeping into him. An evil grin formed on his muzzle as new dark thoughts formed in his corrupted mind, coupled with the pleasure of his fellow guardian pushing his rubber cock into him to help his change along. They were linked now, both in service to their master and in the darkness that had filled the void left by the theft of their souls.

The fox warlock watched on in eager anticipation as his guardian’s desires took a turn towards the carnal, the werewolf bucking into the hole of the dragon while pushing the thick rubber tail aside for better access. It wasn’t long before a rubber dragon was completely reborn, letting out a roar of triumph as his own member dribbled out the shiny latex seed that would help continue his spread. But seeing two very muscular, shiny creatures rutting like that had the dark mage focused on… other pleasures as he began to take his robe off.

As the dragon and werewolf sensed his approach they both turned their heads towards him with the latex lupine hilting deep into the male beneath him. “Master…” they hissed, both of them untangling from one another as they approached the vulpine before he could disrobe. “How rude of us not to thank you properly for these new forms that you have given us, in fact the darkness has given us quite the idea on what to do with you.”

“The darkness…” the warlock repeated, suddenly finding himself swallowing hard as he began to back away from the two approaching creatures. “You serve me!”

“That we do…” they said, those solid orbs staring straight into them as the rubber of their bodies began to drip again. “But we all serve the darkness, and the darkness has plans for you… plans we will thoroughly enjoy enacting…”

“No…” the fox said as he found himself backed into a corner, holding up his arms in feeble defense. “No, not again!”

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A few days later the haunted house open, tourists coming in to have an experience that was new and improved and guaranteed something they would never expect. Before they even got into the front doors however they noticed something new that hadn’t been there previously. It was the statue of a rubber fox in a set of wizard robes in the middle of the lawn, hands outstretched like he was casting a spell or something of that nature. The entire area was surrounded by a small fence so no one would have the chance to see the fully erect rubber cock underneath them or the butt plug that continued to vibrate to stimulate the trapped male. It was a fitting punishment for such a creature and it would assure that he would contained there forever…

…or will he?