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Shane wanted to spend Halloween doing something spooky and found a neat Bed and Breakfast to do it in. Little does she know that the haunting part isn't an advertisement.

A commission for Furrydude19

You can find stories like this and more over on my Patreon and/or Subscribestar. Enjoy!", "writing": " Excitement rippled through Shane’s fur as they rolled up to the farmstead. Twenty miles from anyone else, perfectly hidden through a small forest but had enough wide space for plenty of activities outside. She couldn’t have asked for a better place for some spooky Halloween fun.\n \n “So, where did you find this Air B&B again?” Jenna asked. The wolf rolled her eyes. She didn’t dislike Jenna, but the caribou had insisted she join on account of her pet, the blue fox Lapis who was Shane’s roommate, coming with. It didn’t help that she was a rival to her own mistress, Leona, but that was more of a friendly rivalry. Still, she could do without the constant backseat planning the caribou insisted on giving. \n \n “Mistress, relax,” Lapis said, hopping out of the backseat with her and her mistress’s luggage on her mind as she circled around to the trunk. Sam was already there unloading, quickly to get away from the incessant arguing that was building up behind everyone in the car. It was supposed to be a getaway but all she’d gotten was road madness from the passenger seat. \n \n “I’m just saying I can’t find the listing on the app,” Jenna argued, “And look at this place. How can it have five stars?”\n \n The place in question looked like it’d been abandoned in the 1930’s. Weathered wooden railings, cracked steps, and overgrown weeds that wormed through the floorboards of the front porch like vines. The barn to the side of the house had paint so faded it wasn’t fair to call it red. It was perfect for Shane, who wanted a scary place to tell ghost stories in. \n \n “It has all the utilities, Jenna,” Shane said, “I double checked with the owner over the phone.”\n \n “With a number you refuse to give me.”\n \n “Because I shouldn’t need to. If your pet trusts me then you should too.”\n \n Sam stepped between them and intervened by passing along their luggage. “Let’s settle in before we start complaining, ok? We’ve been on the road for hours and I’d like to stretch my legs.” \n \n Jenna sighed and, with a snap of her fingers, had Lapis carry her bag. Lapis was eager to do so. Shane would have done the same if Leona had joined them, though she was happy her mistress decided to stay behind. Her mistress never cared for scary movies.\n \n The hinges of the front door creaked with decades of rust that Shane couldn’t find. It became clear that the decay on the outside was little more than decor, with the inside being furnished with polished floors and cleaned furniture. Sure, it looked like it was from the Dustbowl, but Shane figured that was the charm to it rather than anything else. \n \n “There should be two rooms.” Shane pointed to the stairs. “One for me and Sam, one for Lapis and Jenna.”\n \n “I assume our room isn’t the small one?” Jenna asked.\n \n Shane furrowed her brow, “They’re the same size, Jenna.” \n \n “I’ll be the judge of that.”\n \n The rooms weren’t the same size by judgement of a tape measure Jenna brought. For want of a few square feet they changed rooms, leaving Shane to mutter to herself at how much of an ass Jenna was being. Her mistress saw their rivalry as friendly, but Shane believed Jenna was determined to make her despise the caribou. Sam, who had a front row seat to all these complaints as she unpacked her luggage, rolled her eyes and attempted to tune it out. \n \n “If she is, so what?” Sam said, having enough of her friend’s babbling to start pulling out her hair by her blue dyed tips. “You going to let it live rent free in your head?” \n \n “What am I supposed to do about it?” Shane asked the wolf, “Just let her walk over the place? This was my getaway.”\n \n Sam, at her wits end after the drive, sighed loudly with her palms over her face. “Fuck. Shane. Just stop taking it personally. It’s clear that’s how she’s getting to you. I swear, this is just like how Leona toys with you for days.”\n \n That was different. Leona teased her, sending her saucy texts or playful orders with the explicit command not to get off until she allowed it. Shane didn’t hate that. Hell, a good week of gooning by her Mistress’s command made the weekend a fucking flood of relief. “Is not.”\n \n “You’re just as flustered.” Sam eyed Shane’s crotch, “And the stiffy is starting to show.”\n \n She hunched over to hide it before even realizing her cock was getting hard. “Is not,” she said again, this time with less conviction and an inability to stare her fellow wolf down. \n \n The other wolf snickered. “Sure. Look, if you need a moment to deal with that, I’ll happily head outside.”\n \n “No. I don’t,” Shane all but snapped, leaving her luggage unpacked as she left the room with the door slamming behind her. Her heavy footfalls quieted into a casual walk as her intense fury simmered into an internal steam released slowly with her breathing. Yes, Jenna got on her nerves, and yes, she found it hot at times. She could be horny and angry at the same time though, they weren’t mutually exclusive emotions. Half the reason she fell for Leona in the first place was because the gator angered her. Not the healthiest way to start a relationship, but it’s healthy enough now. \n \n It wasn’t like Lapis and Jenna. Lapis was devoted to the caribou, almost to the point of abuse if Jenna wasn’t a decent employer. Rare to see in people running casinos, but the caribou liked her precious blue fox enough not to abuse her hours or try to consciously hold power over her. Lapis, for her part, refused any promotion not based on merit. Shane visited Lapis at work once to find her so professional she might as well have been a different person. Given the sounds she heard from the bedroom the two were sharing, Shane would be getting none of that this weekend. \n \n The person advertising the farmstead highlighted that they prepped it for a spooky scare. Lots of rooms that were meant to be used to scare people more than sleep in. In fact there were only two bedrooms not meant to terrify people. One wouldn’t guess this from the furnished living room and kitchen, but the deeper down the hall Shane went, the more eerie she felt towards the unseen ghouls and goblins that haunted her imagination whenever the wolf peeked into a room.\n \n Something she came to appreciate was the minimalism in horror. Plenty of haunted houses tried too hard and came out cartoony because of it. Mad scientist labs and butcher basements filled with fake blood. But there was just something uncanny about the rooms. Her favorite had nothing but four mannequins and a mirror, each in a neutral upright pose as if waiting to be shifted into something with personality. Why were they there? Shane didn’t know, and that made her smile. Perfectly creepy, just as things should be. \n \n She never noticed one mannequin turning its head when she closed the door. \n \n “Hey!” Lapis shouted all the way from the foot of the hallway. Shane turned to see the blue fox standing beside her caribou mistress who was holding a board game. “We found a game. Wanna play?”\n \n Shane didn’t, having a ouija board already planned, but decided it was better to get on Jenna’s good side. Not that Jenna seemed invested in the game either by how dismissively she held it, but she had a weakness for pleasing her slave and Shane was willing to suffer if Jenna did. \n \n The boardgame in question was called “Cocks and Collars” with a delightful rendition of a phallus locked in a cockring/collar on the box. It made the miniscule warning that the game was not suitable for children almost laughable. Or literally laughable in Sam’s case, who snickered when called down to join. \n \n The rules, much like the box art, were kinky and simple. They each had a token and rolled dice to move that token along a predetermined path. There were two decks to draw from. Cocks, little cards with a dick on the back that the rules said were dares. The second deck, Collars by the decal on the back, were supposed to be commands for stripping of clothes or putting on bondage gear, of which there was plenty in the house that the owners left behind. Shane didn’t request that, but Lapis seemed happy with it so she went along with it. \n \n “And the winner,” Sam said, reading the rules out loud as an impartial third party, “Gets to be in control of the losers for an agreed-upon time. If someone is too bound to play, either from inability to move or inability to request someone roll for them in exchange for favors such as cards, they forfeit their spot and join the losers pool.” \n \n “So there’s a chance I can make Jenna do the dishes?” Shane asked, grinning as she watched the Caribou, “In some tight lingerie?” \n \n “Keep talking, Shane,” Jenna said with a smile that did not match her competitive glare, “It’ll make the gag I give you all the sweeter.”\n \n The four game pieces were uninspired pieces of plastic with color to tell each other apart. Shane thought they looked like the mannequins upstairs and thought about saying so, but then she thought about how funny it’d be if someone else accidentally entered that room. Or, and she grinned with gremlin-like malice at this, she could move the mannequin into Jenna and Lapis’s room while they were playing for a prank. \n \n Everyone took a colored piece while Shane was scheming. Lapis, naturally, took the blue one. Jenna took the red. Sam took the purple one. That left Shane with the green. “Perfect for that envy of yours,” Jenna said, earning a twitching glare from the wolf.\n \n The actual spaces were a lot like Candyland, if Candyland for Sex Toy shops. There was the Dominion of Dildos, the Canyon of Cocks, the Bog of Bondage, Gag city, the Forest of Ropes where victims were strung in shibari both tasteful and not, the chaste of Edgetown, and more along the kinky trail leading to the Castle of Cocks and Collars. \n \n Jenna had Lapis roll first. Everyone watched in anticipation as the two dice clattered against each other upon hitting the cardboard. Eight spaces later and Lapis landed on a collared space. Naturally, her first card was stripping her shirt off. \n \n “What happens if I pull this card and I don’t have a shirt?” She asked, shuffling the card back into the deck as were the rules. Sam looked it up and said she’d just draw two new cards from the same deck and use both, or draw one card from the opposite deck. If there was an impossible card drawn in the pair, repeat the process until it was possible. \n \n “So, poor luck can bring you from naked to immobile in one turn.” Jenna nodded to herself as she thought aloud, “Interesting.”\n \n Lapis’s card didn’t mention her bra and Jenna, to the fox’s surprise, told her not to strip it off because of that. “Don’t make my victory too easy, love. I want a challenge.”\n \n “I’ll show you a challenge,” Shane grumbled under her breath. She rolled a nine on the dice and drew from the cocks deck. Her card, which made her red in the face, demanded that she address everyone by their preferred honorific for the remainder of the game. Jenna, upon hearing this aloud, smiled. \n \n “What was that, Shane?” she asked.\n \n Scowling, Shane sighed and said, “I’ll show you a challenge, Ma’am.”\n \n “I prefer Mistress.”\n \n “I’ve only got one of those and she isn’t here, Ma’am.”\n \n “Of course. I wouldn’t want to step on Leona’s toes. How about Goddess?”\n \n “Don’t push it, Ma’am.” \n \n Jenna shook her head with a tsk, tsk, tsk. “So rude. Leona’s going to have to have a word with you later on proper etiquette.”\n \n “Mistress,” Lapis said with puppydog eyes, “Be nice.” \n \n “I’m just having fun, dear.”\n \n “Well, be careful of your fun,” Sam said, flashing the cocks card she’d just drawn on her turn. “Because this allows me to gag anyone I feel like.”\n \n “In exchange for what?” Jenna asked.\n \n The wolf smiled. “Nothing. Some cards seem to pick winners.” \n \n Luck seemed determined to avoid Shane’s notice. The cards she drew were less sexy and more embarrassing. First was the chicken dance which Jenna stated she needed to do three times before she’d roll her turn. Next were the shackles, which at least were kinky but kept getting tangled with something like Lapis’s leg. Exactly how she wasn’t sure. At least she drew a collar item.\n \n “I can put it on you,” Jenna teased.\n \n Shane glared. “I can put it on myself.” She did with gusto, keeping the leather pressed against her neck just as Leona liked it. Her mistress had a thing about always knowing that her pets knew they were pets. The thought of her mistress had Shane trace the collar lovingly, wishing the gator was there now to at least counter Jenna’s domme energy. \n \n Jenna had to ruin it with her next roll. “Put a gag on another player,” she said, holding the card up to read it but focusing her attention on Shane. “Lapis, you drew a big ballgag for use, right?”\n \n Happily, the blue fox handed her mistress a red ballgag, one big enough to do the job of keeping someone quiet rather than just looking nice and muffling them. \n \n “Time out,” Shane said.\n \n “You can’t just call a time out now,” Jenna said, shaking her head with mock disappointment, “Rules are rules.”\n \n “I can put it on myself.”\n \n “Dear, I’d rather do it on my own. Lapis, Sam, can you hold her?” \n \n Shane’s friends turned on her. All in good fun by their smiles, and, to Shane’s credit, she didn’t try to fight back hard enough to really stop them. The wolf did swear, calling Jenna all sorts of names which made the caribou domme all the less gentle shoving that gag behind her teeth.\n \n “You can argue as much as you want,” Jenna whispered, “But everyone sees the tent in your pants. If you’re a good girl, I might just help you with that.”\n \n That set her off. It wasn’t untrue, but Shane, red in the face, pushed Jenna away before anyone else could comment. The shackle chains made it difficult to storm off, but she did her best with every heavy footfall accompanied by the clatter of chains. \n \n Shane, though loyal to her mistress, wasn’t against playing with other people. Leona allowed it, and even encouraged it when too busy to get together. But there was a difference in being a bottom with a stranger or a friend, and submitting to Jenna of all people. Jenna knew that, she had to given the rivalry she had with Leona. Shane refused to be another pawn in that game, especially if it meant humiliating her mistress with gossip down the line. \n \n Still, the relief would have been nice. Her erection stirred with every step up the stairs. If Leona were here she’d be almost ready for her. The gator would take her by the collar, leading Shane to a room neither were sleeping in for the thrill of it, like the mannequin room. There was even a mirror where she could watch her mistress fondle her needy body.\n \n She faced it with closed eyes. In her mind’s eye her mistress appeared, her crocodilian snout peering through a mess of dark hair with red tips. Her breath was warm, her fingers cascading down her body. The body Shane submitted for the crocodile’s pleasure. Her test dummy for all the fun little toys, gizmos, and gadgets in the sex shop. None compared to her touch, the way her warm webbed fingers with sharp nails dug into her skin or how the tip of her cock teased her backdoor. Her nipples tightened with the touch, drool seeping from her gagged maw.\n \n It was cold. Shane opened her eyes and saw something behind her. Thick white arms slipped under her shirt, each connected to the faceless mannequin whose head rested on her shoulder. \n \n Shane screamed. The gag did its job. The mannequin’s blank face gave off the impression of a smile with its subtle head tilt before slamming her into the mirror. The other mannequins came to life to grab her hands when she tried to fight back, inhuman strength pinning her arms behind her and tearing her shirt asunder. \n \n The shackles prevented her from kicking out. The mannequin from behind grabbed her stiffened cock, its hands strangely gentle as it started pumping the shaft. It squeezed tight and pumped fast, more keen on getting her off than her enjoyment. To her shame, Shane enjoyed the rough treatment, making the first orgasm a burst of relief that splattered across the mirror. The next two were less so, but after each attempt she swore the hand grew softer and warmer, as if made from flesh and blood. The fear became true when she noticed that the mannequin’s reflection shifted in the mirror after every orgasm. Its head elongated to a wolf’s, it grew fur that darkened to her color, and soon the same eyes were looking at her with a confident power. \n \n Its cock, now shaped like her cock, pushed into her asshole. It used her seed for the lube, pushing against her protests until she couldn’t hold it back any more. She felt the knot plap against her ring with each thrust, taking care not to sink inside. This time it took its time, intent on letting her savor every moment while her cock dangled freely and untouched. It squeezed her prostate for everything it had before her legs gave out, leaving only the mannequins to hold her up. \n \n “Three downstairs,” the mannequin shaped as Shane said to the others. The other mannequins were busy tying Shane up tight to make sure she couldn’t escape any bindings before stuffing her in a nearby closet. “Get the farmhands ready, I will bring one out.” \n \n The mannequin taking Shane’s form did not bother with her clothes or bindings. Its appearance was enough to let a loved one’s guard down just long enough to spring the trap. Though upon seeing the blue fox trussed in pony play gear in the kitchen, the mannequin wondered if it even needed to be stealthy. It shrugged, finding the action pleasant, before speaking to the one called Lapis. \n \n “Why are you in the kitchen?” It asked. \n \n “Oh!” Lapis, who’d been stuck trying to open a jaw with a pair of hooved gloves, nearly jumped at the sudden intrusion of someone else. She relaxed upon seeing a familiar face, which gave the mannequin time to smile and savor the upcoming torments. “Mistress wanted me to get her some pickles. Can you open the jar for me?” She tapped the hooved gloves together, “It’s already hard enough to do this with these on. I’ve been rolling unlucky since you left. You’re not mad that we kept playing, are you?”\n \n The mannequin tilted its head, mirroring a bemused expression it imagined Shane would wear. “No. Why would I be?”\n \n Lapis looked confused. Not something the mannequin wanted, but it rolled with the result. “Well, you stormed off when Mistress gagged you, and when you didn’t come back Sam assumed you were done. Mistress wanted to keep playing. Besides, you’ve taken all the gear off so it stands to reason.” The blue fox took a moment to look over her friend as if now realizing the mannequin in Shane’s form was completely naked. “Where are your clothes?”\n \n “Drying outside,” the mannequin said, “I was checking out the barn outside and get them a bit messy, so I had to give them a quick wash. Speaking of the barn, you wanna check it out? There’s a lot of cool stuff in there.”\n \n Lapis eyed the jar of pickles in the mannequin's hands, still unopened. “Jenna really wants those pickles.”\n \n The mannequin looked down at the jar. It’d be easy to just smash the glass and give the blue fox the pickles for her caribou mistress, but it knew that the most direct approach would frighten its prey. But opening it now risked the prey returning, and it did not want that, not with its other body waiting outside eager for a new form. It feigned an attempt to open the jar, gritting its teeth with effort. “It’s a little too tight. I think I saw a special grip tool in the barn.”\n “Why would that be in the barn?”\n \n The mannequin of Shane shrugged. “Why would anything be anywhere? People are odd.”\n \n Lapis seemed to take that as all the convincing she needed. The mannequin suspected the others would need more as it led the fox outside. It checked her bindings when helping her down the steps, satisfied to know that whoever put them on made sure they would not accidentally slip out by. It would need to take notes in the future, perhaps later when the victim started bargaining for their freedom.\n \n The other mannequin shot out from the darkness just as they passed the house. The mannequin wearing Shane’s form grabbed Lapis’s maw before she could scream, leaving it open just long enough for its companion to shove a bitgag behind her teeth. The added bag over her head was just a bonus, they all knew where she was going. \n \n The barn was a mess from the gremlins' impatience, with scattered hay scattered about and rusty nails sticking out of splinted wood. The mannequins struck a deal with them long ago and their side required they keep their greedy hands away from offerings before being given them. So they watched from the shadows in the barn, gazing down the rafters and upper levels in delight as two mannequins, one shaped like the newcomers of the house, dragged in a pretty blue fox bound like a pony. \n \n The gremlins knew many victims, but this one seemed odd in their eyes. For rather than struggle and kick, at least enough to actually do anything, the bound fox seemed to be enjoying the firm hand of the mannequins. Her tail continued to wag and her moans, even when shoved into the wall, were no less painful than an evening in bed beside a lover. \n \n The mannequin shaped as Shane held the fox in place, forcing her legs open after binding their arms over their head with a leftover lasso to a pillar in the middle of the barn. The second mannequin witnessed the moist cunt and, with faceless glee, began to explore with its fingers. First slow, with tentative drags along her lips to tantalize and deny. A soft prodding of her clit, followed with the pressure by thumb. The blue fox squirmed by reflex over any desire to run, eager for the fingers slipping inside. \n \n Each gremlin watched the blank mannequin shift whenever the blue fox spasmed from orgasm. White segments puffed with blue fur and gold highlights. Its chest expanded with sizable breasts. Its face twisted into a perfect mimicry of what must have been hidden by the hood. With its new lips it went in for a kiss. With its new tongue it slithered inside, enrapturing the poor fox in pleasure. \n \n “Must you always have a taste?” The wolf-mannequin asked with eye-rolling dismissiveness.\n \n The fox mannequin licked its lips. “I must, yes. Why make a tongue and not use it?”\n \n “It is used for speech.”\n \n “It can be used for so much more.” The fox-mannequin opened a nearby stall and pulled out a horsecock dildo attached to leather straps. It was designed in such a way that the toy would be forced into the wearer, as Lapis soon discovered with it carefully, and firmly, pushed into her snatch. The wolf-mannequin snapped its fingers, giving cue for the gremlins to descend from their hiding spaces. \n \n “New horse?” One asked. \n \n “New horse,” The wolf-mannequin said with a nod, handing the gremlins reins. The creatures whooped and cheered, one climbing onto the bound fox’s back as others pulled her along out of the barn and into the night to play. Both mannequins left them to their devices, returning back to the house where the others waited upon the last two victims. \n \n “I like this form,” said the blue fox. “It’s cute.”\n \n “Enjoy it for now,” said the wolf, grinning ear to ear.\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "       Excitement rippled through Shane’s fur as they rolled up to the farmstead. Twenty miles from anyone else, perfectly hidden through a small forest but had enough wide space for plenty of activities outside. She couldn’t have asked for a better place for some spooky Halloween fun.
      
       “So, where did you find this Air B&B again?” Jenna asked. The wolf rolled her eyes. She didn’t dislike Jenna, but the caribou had insisted she join on account of her pet, the blue fox Lapis who was Shane’s roommate, coming with. It didn’t help that she was a rival to her own mistress, Leona, but that was more of a friendly rivalry. Still, she could do without the constant backseat planning the caribou insisted on giving.
      
       “Mistress, relax,” Lapis said, hopping out of the backseat with her and her mistress’s luggage on her mind as she circled around to the trunk. Sam was already there unloading, quickly to get away from the incessant arguing that was building up behind everyone in the car. It was supposed to be a getaway but all she’d gotten was road madness from the passenger seat.
      
       “I’m just saying I can’t find the listing on the app,” Jenna argued, “And look at this place. How can it have five stars?”
      
       The place in question looked like it’d been abandoned in the 1930’s. Weathered wooden railings, cracked steps, and overgrown weeds that wormed through the floorboards of the front porch like vines. The barn to the side of the house had paint so faded it wasn’t fair to call it red. It was perfect for Shane, who wanted a scary place to tell ghost stories in.
      
       “It has all the utilities, Jenna,” Shane said, “I double checked with the owner over the phone.”
      
       “With a number you refuse to give me.”
      
       “Because I shouldn’t need to. If your pet trusts me then you should too.”
      
       Sam stepped between them and intervened by passing along their luggage. “Let’s settle in before we start complaining, ok? We’ve been on the road for hours and I’d like to stretch my legs.”
      
       Jenna sighed and, with a snap of her fingers, had Lapis carry her bag. Lapis was eager to do so. Shane would have done the same if Leona had joined them, though she was happy her mistress decided to stay behind. Her mistress never cared for scary movies.
      
       The hinges of the front door creaked with decades of rust that Shane couldn’t find. It became clear that the decay on the outside was little more than decor, with the inside being furnished with polished floors and cleaned furniture. Sure, it looked like it was from the Dustbowl, but Shane figured that was the charm to it rather than anything else.
      
       “There should be two rooms.” Shane pointed to the stairs. “One for me and Sam, one for Lapis and Jenna.”
      
       “I assume our room isn’t the small one?” Jenna asked.
      
       Shane furrowed her brow, “They’re the same size, Jenna.”
      
       “I’ll be the judge of that.”
      
       The rooms weren’t the same size by judgement of a tape measure Jenna brought. For want of a few square feet they changed rooms, leaving Shane to mutter to herself at how much of an ass Jenna was being. Her mistress saw their rivalry as friendly, but Shane believed Jenna was determined to make her despise the caribou. Sam, who had a front row seat to all these complaints as she unpacked her luggage, rolled her eyes and attempted to tune it out.
      
       “If she is, so what?” Sam said, having enough of her friend’s babbling to start pulling out her hair by her blue dyed tips. “You going to let it live rent free in your head?”
      
       “What am I supposed to do about it?” Shane asked the wolf, “Just let her walk over the place? This was my getaway.”
      
       Sam, at her wits end after the drive, sighed loudly with her palms over her face. “Fuck. Shane. Just stop taking it personally. It’s clear that’s how she’s getting to you. I swear, this is just like how Leona toys with you for days.”
      
       That was different. Leona teased her, sending her saucy texts or playful orders with the explicit command not to get off until she allowed it. Shane didn’t hate that. Hell, a good week of gooning by her Mistress’s command made the weekend a fucking flood of relief. “Is not.”
      
       “You’re just as flustered.” Sam eyed Shane’s crotch, “And the stiffy is starting to show.”
      
       She hunched over to hide it before even realizing her cock was getting hard. “Is not,” she said again, this time with less conviction and an inability to stare her fellow wolf down.
      
       The other wolf snickered. “Sure. Look, if you need a moment to deal with that, I’ll happily head outside.”
      
       “No. I don’t,” Shane all but snapped, leaving her luggage unpacked as she left the room with the door slamming behind her. Her heavy footfalls quieted into a casual walk as her intense fury simmered into an internal steam released slowly with her breathing. Yes, Jenna got on her nerves, and yes, she found it hot at times. She could be horny and angry at the same time though, they weren’t mutually exclusive emotions. Half the reason she fell for Leona in the first place was because the gator angered her. Not the healthiest way to start a relationship, but it’s healthy enough now.
      
       It wasn’t like Lapis and Jenna. Lapis was devoted to the caribou, almost to the point of abuse if Jenna wasn’t a decent employer. Rare to see in people running casinos, but the caribou liked her precious blue fox enough not to abuse her hours or try to consciously hold power over her. Lapis, for her part, refused any promotion not based on merit. Shane visited Lapis at work once to find her so professional she might as well have been a different person. Given the sounds she heard from the bedroom the two were sharing, Shane would be getting none of that this weekend.
      
       The person advertising the farmstead highlighted that they prepped it for a spooky scare. Lots of rooms that were meant to be used to scare people more than sleep in. In fact there were only two bedrooms not meant to terrify people. One wouldn’t guess this from the furnished living room and kitchen, but the deeper down the hall Shane went, the more eerie she felt towards the unseen ghouls and goblins that haunted her imagination whenever the wolf peeked into a room.
      
       Something she came to appreciate was the minimalism in horror. Plenty of haunted houses tried too hard and came out cartoony because of it. Mad scientist labs and butcher basements filled with fake blood. But there was just something uncanny about the rooms. Her favorite had nothing but four mannequins and a mirror, each in a neutral upright pose as if waiting to be shifted into something with personality. Why were they there? Shane didn’t know, and that made her smile. Perfectly creepy, just as things should be.
      
       She never noticed one mannequin turning its head when she closed the door.
      
       “Hey!” Lapis shouted all the way from the foot of the hallway. Shane turned to see the blue fox standing beside her caribou mistress who was holding a board game. “We found a game. Wanna play?”
      
       Shane didn’t, having a ouija board already planned, but decided it was better to get on Jenna’s good side. Not that Jenna seemed invested in the game either by how dismissively she held it, but she had a weakness for pleasing her slave and Shane was willing to suffer if Jenna did.
      
       The boardgame in question was called “Cocks and Collars” with a delightful rendition of a phallus locked in a cockring/collar on the box. It made the miniscule warning that the game was not suitable for children almost laughable. Or literally laughable in Sam’s case, who snickered when called down to join.
      
       The rules, much like the box art, were kinky and simple. They each had a token and rolled dice to move that token along a predetermined path. There were two decks to draw from. Cocks, little cards with a dick on the back that the rules said were dares. The second deck, Collars by the decal on the back, were supposed to be commands for stripping of clothes or putting on bondage gear, of which there was plenty in the house that the owners left behind. Shane didn’t request that, but Lapis seemed happy with it so she went along with it.
      
       “And the winner,” Sam said, reading the rules out loud as an impartial third party, “Gets to be in control of the losers for an agreed-upon time. If someone is too bound to play, either from inability to move or inability to request someone roll for them in exchange for favors such as cards, they forfeit their spot and join the losers pool.”
      
       “So there’s a chance I can make Jenna do the dishes?” Shane asked, grinning as she watched the Caribou, “In some tight lingerie?”
      
       “Keep talking, Shane,” Jenna said with a smile that did not match her competitive glare, “It’ll make the gag I give you all the sweeter.”
      
       The four game pieces were uninspired pieces of plastic with color to tell each other apart. Shane thought they looked like the mannequins upstairs and thought about saying so, but then she thought about how funny it’d be if someone else accidentally entered that room. Or, and she grinned with gremlin-like malice at this, she could move the mannequin into Jenna and Lapis’s room while they were playing for a prank.
      
       Everyone took a colored piece while Shane was scheming. Lapis, naturally, took the blue one. Jenna took the red. Sam took the purple one. That left Shane with the green. “Perfect for that envy of yours,” Jenna said, earning a twitching glare from the wolf.
      
       The actual spaces were a lot like Candyland, if Candyland for Sex Toy shops. There was the Dominion of Dildos, the Canyon of Cocks, the Bog of Bondage, Gag city, the Forest of Ropes where victims were strung in shibari both tasteful and not, the chaste of Edgetown, and more along the kinky trail leading to the Castle of Cocks and Collars.
      
       Jenna had Lapis roll first. Everyone watched in anticipation as the two dice clattered against each other upon hitting the cardboard. Eight spaces later and Lapis landed on a collared space. Naturally, her first card was stripping her shirt off.
      
       “What happens if I pull this card and I don’t have a shirt?” She asked, shuffling the card back into the deck as were the rules. Sam looked it up and said she’d just draw two new cards from the same deck and use both, or draw one card from the opposite deck. If there was an impossible card drawn in the pair, repeat the process until it was possible.
      
       “So, poor luck can bring you from naked to immobile in one turn.” Jenna nodded to herself as she thought aloud, “Interesting.”
      
       Lapis’s card didn’t mention her bra and Jenna, to the fox’s surprise, told her not to strip it off because of that. “Don’t make my victory too easy, love. I want a challenge.”
      
       “I’ll show you a challenge,” Shane grumbled under her breath. She rolled a nine on the dice and drew from the cocks deck. Her card, which made her red in the face, demanded that she address everyone by their preferred honorific for the remainder of the game. Jenna, upon hearing this aloud, smiled.
      
       “What was that, Shane?” she asked.
      
       Scowling, Shane sighed and said, “I’ll show you a challenge, Ma’am.”
      
       “I prefer Mistress.”
      
       “I’ve only got one of those and she isn’t here, Ma’am.”
      
       “Of course. I wouldn’t want to step on Leona’s toes. How about Goddess?”
        
       “Don’t push it, Ma’am.”
      
       Jenna shook her head with a tsk, tsk, tsk. “So rude. Leona’s going to have to have a word with you later on proper etiquette.”
      
       “Mistress,” Lapis said with puppydog eyes, “Be nice.”
      
       “I’m just having fun, dear.”
      
       “Well, be careful of your fun,” Sam said, flashing the cocks card she’d just drawn on her turn. “Because this allows me to gag anyone I feel like.”
      
       “In exchange for what?” Jenna asked.
      
       The wolf smiled. “Nothing. Some cards seem to pick winners.”
      
       Luck seemed determined to avoid Shane’s notice. The cards she drew were less sexy and more embarrassing. First was the chicken dance which Jenna stated she needed to do three times before she’d roll her turn. Next were the shackles, which at least were kinky but kept getting tangled with something like Lapis’s leg. Exactly how she wasn’t sure. At least she drew a collar item.
      
       “I can put it on you,” Jenna teased.
      
       Shane glared. “I can put it on myself.” She did with gusto, keeping the leather pressed against her neck just as Leona liked it. Her mistress had a thing about always knowing that her pets knew they were pets. The thought of her mistress had Shane trace the collar lovingly, wishing the gator was there now to at least counter Jenna’s domme energy.
      
       Jenna had to ruin it with her next roll. “Put a gag on another player,” she said, holding the card up to read it but focusing her attention on Shane. “Lapis, you drew a big ballgag for use, right?”
      
       Happily, the blue fox handed her mistress a red ballgag, one big enough to do the job of keeping someone quiet rather than just looking nice and muffling them.
      
       “Time out,” Shane said.
      
       “You can’t just call a time out now,” Jenna said, shaking her head with mock disappointment, “Rules are rules.”
      
       “I can put it on myself.”
      
       “Dear, I’d rather do it on my own. Lapis, Sam, can you hold her?”
      
       Shane’s friends turned on her. All in good fun by their smiles, and, to Shane’s credit, she didn’t try to fight back hard enough to really stop them. The wolf did swear, calling Jenna all sorts of names which made the caribou domme all the less gentle shoving that gag behind her teeth.
      
       “You can argue as much as you want,” Jenna whispered, “But everyone sees the tent in your pants. If you’re a good girl, I might just help you with that.”
      
       That set her off. It wasn’t untrue, but Shane, red in the face, pushed Jenna away before anyone else could comment. The shackle chains made it difficult to storm off, but she did her best with every heavy footfall accompanied by the clatter of chains.
      
       Shane, though loyal to her mistress, wasn’t against playing with other people. Leona allowed it, and even encouraged it when too busy to get together. But there was a difference in being a bottom with a stranger or a friend, and submitting to Jenna of all people. Jenna knew that, she had to given the rivalry she had with Leona. Shane refused to be another pawn in that game, especially if it meant humiliating her mistress with gossip down the line.
      
       Still, the relief would have been nice. Her erection stirred with every step up the stairs. If Leona were here she’d be almost ready for her. The gator would take her by the collar, leading Shane to a room neither were sleeping in for the thrill of it, like the mannequin room. There was even a mirror where she could watch her mistress fondle her needy body.
      
       She faced it with closed eyes. In her mind’s eye her mistress appeared, her crocodilian snout peering through a mess of dark hair with red tips. Her breath was warm, her fingers cascading down her body. The body Shane submitted for the crocodile’s pleasure. Her test dummy for all the fun little toys, gizmos, and gadgets in the sex shop. None compared to her touch, the way her warm webbed fingers with sharp nails dug into her skin or how the tip of her cock teased her backdoor. Her nipples tightened with the touch, drool seeping from her gagged maw.
      
       It was cold. Shane opened her eyes and saw something behind her. Thick white arms slipped under her shirt, each connected to the faceless mannequin whose head rested on her shoulder.
      
       Shane screamed. The gag did its job. The mannequin’s blank face gave off the impression of a smile with its subtle head tilt before slamming her into the mirror. The other mannequins came to life to grab her hands when she tried to fight back, inhuman strength pinning her arms behind her and tearing her shirt asunder.
      
       The shackles prevented her from kicking out. The mannequin from behind grabbed her stiffened cock, its hands strangely gentle as it started pumping the shaft. It squeezed tight and pumped fast, more keen on getting her off than her enjoyment. To her shame, Shane enjoyed the rough treatment, making the first orgasm a burst of relief that splattered across the mirror. The next two were less so, but after each attempt she swore the hand grew softer and warmer, as if made from flesh and blood. The fear became true when she noticed that the mannequin’s reflection shifted in the mirror after every orgasm. Its head elongated to a wolf’s, it grew fur that darkened to her color, and soon the same eyes were looking at her with a confident power.
      
       Its cock, now shaped like her cock, pushed into her asshole. It used her seed for the lube, pushing against her protests until she couldn’t hold it back any more. She felt the knot plap against her ring with each thrust, taking care not to sink inside. This time it took its time, intent on letting her savor every moment while her cock dangled freely and untouched. It squeezed her prostate for everything it had before her legs gave out, leaving only the mannequins to hold her up.
      
       “Three downstairs,” the mannequin shaped as Shane said to the others. The other mannequins were busy tying Shane up tight  to make sure she couldn’t escape any bindings before stuffing her in a nearby closet. “Get the farmhands ready, I will bring one out.”
      
       The mannequin taking Shane’s form did not bother with her clothes or bindings. Its appearance was enough to let a loved one’s guard down just long enough to spring the trap. Though upon seeing the blue fox trussed in pony play gear in the kitchen, the mannequin wondered if it even needed to be stealthy. It shrugged, finding the action pleasant, before speaking to the one called Lapis.
      
       “Why are you in the kitchen?” It asked.
      
       “Oh!” Lapis, who’d been stuck trying to open a jaw with a pair of hooved gloves, nearly jumped at the sudden intrusion of someone else. She relaxed upon seeing a familiar face, which gave the mannequin time to smile and savor the upcoming torments. “Mistress wanted me to get her some pickles. Can you open the jar for me?” She tapped the hooved gloves together, “It’s already hard enough to do this with these on. I’ve been rolling unlucky since you left. You’re not mad that we kept playing, are you?”
      
       The mannequin tilted its head, mirroring a bemused expression it imagined Shane would wear. “No. Why would I be?”
      
       Lapis looked confused. Not something the mannequin wanted, but it rolled with the result. “Well, you stormed off when Mistress gagged you, and when you didn’t come back Sam assumed you were done. Mistress wanted to keep playing. Besides, you’ve taken all the gear off so it stands to reason.” The blue fox took a moment to look over her friend as if now realizing the mannequin in Shane’s form was completely naked. “Where are your clothes?”
      
       “Drying outside,” the mannequin said, “I was checking out the barn outside and get them a bit messy, so I had to give them a quick wash. Speaking of the barn, you wanna check it out? There’s a lot of cool stuff in there.”
      
       Lapis eyed the jar of pickles in the mannequin's hands, still unopened. “Jenna really wants those pickles.”
      
       The mannequin looked down at the jar. It’d be easy to just smash the glass and give the blue fox the pickles for her caribou mistress, but it knew that the most direct approach would frighten its prey. But opening it now risked the prey returning, and it did not want that, not with its other body waiting outside eager for a new form. It feigned an attempt to open the jar, gritting its teeth with effort. “It’s a little too tight. I think I saw a special grip tool in the barn.”
       “Why would that be in the barn?”
      
       The mannequin of Shane shrugged. “Why would anything be anywhere? People are odd.”
      
       Lapis seemed to take that as all the convincing she needed. The mannequin suspected the others would need more as it led the fox outside. It checked her bindings when helping her down the steps, satisfied to know that whoever put them on made sure they would not accidentally slip out by. It would need to take notes in the future, perhaps later when the victim started bargaining for their freedom.
      
       The other mannequin shot out from the darkness just as they passed the house. The mannequin wearing Shane’s form grabbed Lapis’s maw before she could scream, leaving it open just long enough for its companion to shove a bitgag behind her teeth. The added bag over her head was just a bonus, they all knew where she was going.
      
       The barn was a mess from the gremlins' impatience, with scattered hay scattered about and rusty nails sticking out of splinted wood. The mannequins struck a deal with them long ago and their side required they keep their greedy hands away from offerings before being given them. So they watched from the shadows in the barn, gazing down the rafters and upper levels in delight as two mannequins, one shaped like the newcomers of the house, dragged in a pretty blue fox bound like a pony.
      
       The gremlins knew many victims, but this one seemed odd in their eyes. For rather than struggle and kick, at least enough to actually do anything, the bound fox seemed to be enjoying the firm hand of the mannequins. Her tail continued to wag and her moans, even when shoved into the wall, were no less painful than an evening in bed beside a lover.
      
       The mannequin shaped as Shane held the fox in place, forcing her legs open after binding their arms over their head with a leftover lasso to a pillar in the middle of the barn. The second mannequin witnessed the moist cunt and, with faceless glee, began to explore with its fingers. First slow, with tentative drags along her lips to tantalize and deny. A soft prodding of her clit, followed with the pressure by thumb. The blue fox squirmed by reflex over any desire to run, eager for the fingers slipping inside.
      
       Each gremlin watched the blank mannequin shift whenever the blue fox spasmed from orgasm. White segments puffed with blue fur and gold highlights. Its chest expanded with sizable breasts. Its face twisted into a perfect mimicry of what must have been hidden by the hood. With its new lips it went in for a kiss. With its new tongue it slithered inside, enrapturing the poor fox in pleasure.
      
       “Must you always have a taste?” The wolf-mannequin asked with eye-rolling dismissiveness.
      
       The fox mannequin licked its lips. “I must, yes. Why make a tongue and not use it?”
      
       “It is used for speech.”
      
       “It can be used for so much more.” The fox-mannequin opened a nearby stall and pulled out a horsecock dildo attached to leather straps. It was designed in such a way that the toy would be forced into the wearer, as Lapis soon discovered with it carefully, and firmly, pushed into her snatch. The wolf-mannequin snapped its fingers, giving cue for the gremlins to descend from their hiding spaces.
      
       “New horse?” One asked.
      
       “New horse,” The wolf-mannequin said with a nod, handing the gremlins reins. The creatures whooped and cheered, one climbing onto the bound fox’s back as others pulled her along out of the barn and into the night to play. Both mannequins left them to their devices, returning back to the house where the others waited upon the last two victims.
      
       “I like this form,” said the blue fox. “It’s cute.”
      
       “Enjoy it for now,” said the wolf, grinning ear to ear.


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