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“Was this the best place you could find? Zeke asked, the twinkish blue-skinned shark gazed at the hotel he considered ominous. He took a long sip from a bottle of water, looking over to his friends who’d he be sharing their week-long holiday with.

“Yup, everywhere else was booked, guessing that’s what happens when we come during the summer”  Gareth answered his best friend. The grizzly bear was a foot and a half taller than him, in his hands being both his and Zeke’s luggage.

“At least we got here. Felt like Cody was getting further away from the seaside,” Hissed Ryder. They were a rainbow boa and the longest of the group, but that was thanks to his naga heritage granting him a long tail rather than a pair of legs. A drawstring bag slung over their shoulder, containing all he needed for the week away, not requiring much in the way of clothes thanks to his naga biology.

“Just be grateful we got here before nightfall,” Cody said. He was a white-furred tiger of an athletic build and the appearance and aura of a jock. He grabbed his suitcase from the trunk and slammed the door down, walking on over to the rest. “Besides, who forgot to book us a hotel again?” They rhetorically asked, scowling at Zeke, the rest just giving the shark an agitated stare.

“I said sorry already, back off about it!” Zeke shouted back at Cody. The two got along like strawberries and sushi. The tiger seemed to detest the shark and if it wasn’t for Ryder being friends with him and the rest he would never come. Despite apologizing,  the rest were still salty over the mistake.

“I wanted to be hanging out by the pool of a 5-star hotel, but because of nurse-shark over here, we’re staying at this old refurbished manor!” Cody roared out, gesturing to their hotel. Ryder was quick to move over to his bestie, placing his hand on their shoulder in hopes of calming him.

“Well, look on the bright side, it’s not overcrowded, we can easily walk to the city, and it was cheap,” Ryder calmed Cody with the pros of this smaller hotel that he found.

“Plus, breakfast comes with the rooms,” Gareth added, moving on ahead and towards the doors of the hotel. “Come on, let’s get booked in,” the bear said as he called them over. The boa and tiger walked past Zeke, who looked at their accommodation.

It was a historic manor on the cliffside with a view of the seaside and vast ocean blue. The architecture was 18th-century gothic in design yet had some modern additions, like the pathway and some windows. Looking at the sign out front dubbed the mansion as “Macademia Manor, Bed & Breakfast” in a baroque yet easy-to-read font. The shark was curious about the sign, believing a typo was made. 

Zeke felt oddly intimated by the building, something about the design and solidarity of the mansion gave him the feeling that he and his friends were fleeing bloodthirsty creatures, this being the only place to hide, which hid even more horrors and high chances of them all meeting a grim end.

But that was stupid, his worries only happened in games and cheesy horror films, this was a historical building turned hotel by the owners, nothing would go wrong. Thus with a deep breath, the gang opened the doors and entered the manor.

The lobby of the hotel kept the appearance of a classic manor entrance hall that was renovated into a lobby. The stairs that led to the second-floor landing were once in the centre but were split and moved to the sides, the lobby desk taking its place. purple-cushioned recamiers sat on both sides of the door, their frames polished dark wood and maintained regularly. The only sources of light came from the two antique wall lamps with a golden finish by the doors on the lower floor, and a magnificent chandelier of the same design above them. Both seemed to be banishing the dark with candles with no signs of dripping wax onto the floor, where a deep purple and gold carpet leads the way to the desk.

No one was in the lobby, not a staff member or receptionist in view, the group to look at the vintage decorations which filled the room. One being of interest was an oil painting of an aristocratic squirrel with pristine white fur and silver hair with exotic purple streaks. They wore a deep blue suit and golden monocle and were standing beside a roaring fire with an ornate cane in hand.

Gareth was the first to walk up to the desk. He rang the service bell in hopes someone will come so he could book their rooms. He noted that none of the keys were in use, meaning they would be the only customers staying here.

“Wow, this place looks antique as can be” the bear commented on the manor, as he took in the sights the lobby had to offer.

“I dunno, isn’t it a bit creepy?” Zeke asked his friends whilst eying the portrait. He felt as if the eyes of the painted squirrel were looking back at him or would follow him when he turned his back on it.

“A lot of historical places are like that, Ze,” Ryder mentioned, looking at a magnificent painting from the 1700s of what the town they were visiting once looked like. “Honestly, when you know these manors aren’t haunted by ghosts then they’re pretty nice.” 

“Yeah, they could be the stomping grounds for vampires instead,” Cody added, holding back the urge to taunt Zeke with the cliché ‘bleh’ vampires do in the movies.

“Or maybe this place was built on an old burial ground for ghosts that crave the taste of the souls of tigers!” Gareth retorted Cody’s comment, knowing how he wanted to rile up his friend again.

“I’ll have you know that neither of those is the case,” said the voice of a mysterious individual. The group turned to face the desk where it came from, and there stood a formally dressed white-furred squirrel with purple hair and a monocle covering his right eye. When Gareth turned around, he almost jumped out of his skin since the rodent entered the room without a sound. Zeke was more suspicious. The squirrel seemed to be a near spitting image of the one in the painting, except his hair was braided back and fully purple compared to the painted one’s short silver locks that had small streaks of royal purple.

“W-Woah! You surprised me there,” Gareth spoke, regaining his composure and asking… “So are you the receptionist for this place?”

“Not quite…” The squirrel of noble appearance cleared his throat and looked towards the motley crew of customers. “I am Eligor Macademia, patriarch of the Macademia family and proprietor of this here bed and breakfast,” Eligor charismatically named himself and his role at this hotel. “Whilst I am the manager for this hotel, I also assist in booking in new customers, aiding the cook-staff and making sure everything’s up to code.” After his small monologue, he asked a question back. “You are here to inquire about rooms if I’m not mistaken?”

“Y-Yeah, we’re looking for four rooms for the week,” Gareth explained to Eligor. The Squirrel nodded and proceeded to explain their pricing.

“Our rooms are fifty per night, we do not allow refunds. If a room isn’t to your liking, we’ll be able to swap it for another; however, seeing the time, it won’t be possible until tomorrow,”

“That seems fair, we did get here pretty late, anything else we should know?” Gareth asked, curious about stuff to do in the hotel.

“While our manor has no recreational activities outside of a few exhibits, each room is equipped with a phone for room service. Along with the rooms you are given complimentary breakfast,” Eligor explained some more. The addition of room service and free breakfast made each of them salivate from the thought.

“Sounds pretty good. My friend Zeke, will be paying,” Gareth gestured to his marine friend, and he came over. The shark had money from each of them in his account to pay for the rooms.

“Very well,” Eligor looked at the till and proceeded to punch in four rooms for the week, after that he bought out a card reader, the item juxtaposing with the 18th-century hotel. “That’ll be one thousand, four hundred dollars” Zeke placed his card inside the reader, typed his pin and hit enter, once the transaction was done the white-furred rodent handed the grizzly bear four room keys.

“Your rooms are up the stairs and to the left, breakfast is served from nine until twelve.”

“I see. Thanks for letting us stay here on short notice,” Gareth thanked the manor’s owner, and he and the rest made their way up the stairs.
“Not a problem, I hope that your stay will be delightful,” Eligor replied, his tone came off as harmless, but Zeke still felt something was amiss, and he was right to be worried.

 The four friends strolled down the wide hallway of the Manor’s eastern upper floor, the dark wood walls lit up by wall lamps of the same design as in the lobby. Along the way, they saw a red, blue and green feathered parrot pass by, her tropical colours contrasting with the black and white maid outfit they donned.

“Heh, think Eligor’s got a kink for those kinda outfits?” Cody chortled at his query, never thinking he’d see someone dress up like that outside of erotic roleplay sessions or in smut.

“A kink for keeping up the historical appearance of their manor turned hotel?” Ryder responded to his friend, only getting a small scowl in return, having not understood what his friend meant, due to his oblivious nature.

“Let’s see, 204 to 207, yup here we are.” Gareth stopped in his tracks, passing the keys to his comrades. Each opened their door and looked into their week-long accommodation.

Two words described the rooms perfectly, vintage and cosy. Each had a single bed that would be snug for all, besides Ryder who would need to coil and pile his tail to fit on it and sleep comfortably. The rooms seemed spooky, but after a few days of sleeping in them, they will get used to the gothic architecture. Everyone seemed happy; all except for Cody…

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” The tiger roared out in shock, and the rest of the gang came over.

“Something the matter, Cody, room not to your liking?” Ryder asked, the naga peeked into his room, and his eyes sprung open at the view.

“YEAH, YOU CAN SAY THAT!”  He angrily answered back, and the rest of them soon saw what had caused the tiger to become ticked.

Pink. Pink walls, pink carpets, pink curtains, pink furniture, pink bed, the only thing that wasn’t pink was the floor. Not only was the room garishly pink that it felt out of place, but it seemed rather girly to boot. The bed wasn’t just pink but also large and heart-shaped with fluffy pillows they hoped weren’t real fur. Just the sight of all the bright, girly colours was anger-inducing to Cody, like a bull seeing red.

“No, fucking way am I sleeping in there” Cody stated as clear as crystal as he started to move down the hall.

“Where are you going?” Ryder asked.

“To ask for a room swap. No way will I sleep in such a girly room!” His comment made Gareth step in.

“Didn’t you hear what he said? We won’t be able to get a swap until tomorrow,” The bear reminded him. The fact hit Cody like a sack of bricks. The wildcat cursed out, still enraged he’d have to stay in such a room to get a good night’s sleep.

“Why don’t you just sleep with me, Cody?” Ryder offered his friend. “I’m alright with sleeping on the ground for just a day, even if it means getting a few splinters in between my scales…” The snake let out a soft chuckle. Zeke didn’t want to see his saurian friend sleep rough so he recommended something that he knew would be silly.

“What if we draw straws?” Zeke’s sudden idea placed all eyes on him. “Whoever draws the shortest has to stay in the pink room in place of Cody, sound good?” Gareth, Ryder and Cody just looked at each other, uncertain if the shark heard that Ryder was okay sleeping on the floor.

“Hey how about this, because nurse shark over here screwed us out of a better hotel, he has to stay in the girl’s room?” Cody commented, a devious grin on his face. They all looked at the shark, a mutual agreement clear to Zeke, who chuckled worriedly. 

“C-Come on guys, let’s just pull straws, wouldn’t that be better?” In the end, it was futile. Zeke found himself on the bed, grumbling to himself whilst he took his clothes out of his suitcase.

“Sorry about that Zeke” Gareth told his buddy, watching him sit on the bed in defeat from the open door. “But honestly, it was your fault that we’re staying here, we’ll get you a replacement room first thing in the morning, I promise.”

“I-It’s alright, I think I can manage” He sounded slightly irritated at the bear, yet he couldn’t be full-on mad at him. Despite the gaudy hot pink the room was coated in, Zeke felt like he could sleep rather well; but he still felt sceptical about this place not being haunted, especially when a giant stuffed bear was sitting on a rocking chair facing the bed. Its beady eyes would’ve stared directly into his soul if Zeke hadn’t turned it round. “For the most part…” The shark added, hoping to survive the night at this rate.

“Yeah, I’d think I would be creeped out by something like that as well” Gareth mentioned. Cody and Ryder walked past him, waiting for him to follow. “Anyway, I and the others are going to head on downtown. We heard there’s a pretty good strip club down there and we all need to blow some steam after that long car ride,” The bear explained whilst he zipped up their jacket. “Wanna come with?”

“You know how I feel about strip clubs, Gareth,” Zeke sighed, the shark was not a huge fan of erotic establishments. “Besides I think I’ll call it an early night, I wanna visit the town tomorrow and want my energy for it,” The shark let his friend now, watching the grizzly bear shrug.

“Fair enough, hope you can sleep well here, Zeke,” Gareth wished him a good night before shutting the door and following the snake and tiger for a night of erotic fun.

Left alone, Zeke took a deep breath. “Hope I can as well,” He told himself as he stood up and stripped off his damp clothes, dropping them onto his suitcase. This left him in a pair of boxer briefs, good enough to sleep in. Zeke pulled back the covers of the bed, hopping right in, feeling the soft mattress against his tush. The comfortable feeling surprised him in a good way,  it was amazing!

“Well, at least it’s comfy,” He said with a sigh of relief. He pulled up the fluffy covers and swiftly fell into a deep slumber. Zeke slept well for about three hours,  not tossing and turning at all, but that was to change…

“He’s asleep~”

“Like a baby in a crib,”

“Quite a cutie as well, isn’t he?”

Three voices filled his mind, breaking him out of his peaceful sleep. They were distinctly female but all had their quirks. The first seemed youthful and full of energy, the second sounded uptight and mature, and the third had a formal and saucy tone to her voice.

Zeke sat up, rubbing his temple, irritated that something was speaking to him, looking around the shark didn’t see anyone around.

“Oh! He’s awake!”

“My my, he’s perfect,”

“Now now ladies, don’t get too attached, we barely know him”

It became clear that the voices were in his head, reverbing all around. Zeke groaned, grabbing a bottle of water from the nightside, hoping it’ll relax his mind.

“Now then, why don’t we introduce ourselves?” That formal voice said. As Zeke was about to take a sip he heard a sudden crash, dropping the bottle onto the floor, water spilt on the carpet. Looking around the room the shark quickly found the source of the noise. A closet was built into the wall, and the doors were trying to open, but they couldn’t as a simple hook lock was keeping them in place, all the shark could see was the doors trying to open like zombies trying to break down a door.

Zeke was more annoyed, wondering who was trying to spy on him from the closet. Getting out of the bed, Zeke headed over to the closet, unlocked it and opened the doors, unleashing forces he would regret. 

With the doors open did three mysterious figures fly out, pushing the shark onto the floor with a soft thud, he did get a good view of what was inside the closet. Tons of clothes made with the female body in mind, from fancy gowns to dresses and lingerie for more sexual moments. He heard those voices once again, chuckling and muttering to themselves.

“Alright, who the hell are you?!” Zeke asked, standing up and looking towards them, he couldn’t believe what he saw.

There in front of him stood a full set of clothes, not on a stand, just floating there as if worn by an invisible lady. They wore a long and large, sleeveless fur coat over a short, hot pink cocktail dress with a frilly skirt stitched onto it, a matching pair of wine red latex gloves that went up along their arms, and black nylons covered the figure’s legs along with a pair of coal black high heels. Where their face would be was covered by a latex face mask of the same red colour as the gloves.

“W-What?” That was all Zeke could say, this perplexing sight boggled his mind. The clothes floated closer, a glove feeling his snout.

“Mmm, rather average, no scarring or blemishes, hmmm you’ll do well enough~,” the most mature voice said, moving her ‘hand’ away

“Yes, but we can’t have our fun with him if he’s still clothed, could you sort that out for us?” The formal one asked and the youngest one replied with a simple “Why certainly”. Zeke was just left to be confused, but that wasn’t to be the case for much longer… 

He watched the set of clothes split into three and start moving around the blue shark. The dress, shoes and mask made one incorporeal figure. The coat and gloves made another, revealing a bra made out of a fluffy was underneath that dress. The final figure wore the least, only the nylons saw before and tight frilly baby pink panties.

Zeke only had seconds to understand what was going on before his boxers were ripped away from him, the underwear-wearing figure laughing before throwing the ruined pair of undies to the side.

“Now we can play~,” the spectral trio said in tandem, pouncing the twink in front of them, overly eager to have fun with their new host. 

The shark found himself levitating as the clothes spun and touched up against his body, he felt the silk of those tight panties sliding up his legs and uncomfortably fitting on his crotch. Not only were they too tight to be comfy for the shark, but were also quite itchy and may leave a rash. That feeling was the least of his worry, something more peculiar was going on down there, he was starting to feel hard, and his claspers began to leave his slit, yet he didn’t overly feel aroused. He soon felt his upper length be engulfed by a mysterious warmth like an invisible vagina had swallowed it; Zeke stifled a moan as he felt those tight nylons go over his legs and covered them in the thin black mesh that dug into his thighs.

Next came the dress, gloves and shoes, whilst the last two slid onto his body, the dress instead phased through his chest to fit onto him. Zeke hated this, he didn’t consent to be dressed up like some doll or have that odd feeling surrounding his cock, speaking of; he soon felt another jolt of pleasure, his second clasper was now inside another aethereal orifice.

“P-Please stop…” He begged, not wanting to be a paranormal play thing any longer. He couldn’t struggle either, that clothing having a firm hold of his articulation.

“Oh hush, you pretty thing,” the formal voice whispered in his ear, the high heels fitting onto his feet and coat being forcefully donned by them, “We’re going to have some fun now~” Zeke could only watch on in horror as the latex mask came closer and closer, the final piece of this nightmare.

“N-No Sto-”  He couldn’t complete his sentence, that accursed mask had covered his face, a mysterious protrusion went down his throat and practically silenced him. With what felt like a faux phallus in his mouth, he felt another tight feeling down there, both his cocks were pushed together, now inside what seemed to be a third vagina clenching round the other two and his claspers at the same time. With the dress-up done, the body of the shark landed on the ground, feet together as they stood with elegance

“mmm much better isn’t it, ladies?” The formal voice asked her fellow clothing company.

“Honestly I would’ve preferred that tiger we saw, but they’ll do,”

“Oh just let loose for a bit, this fella seems perfect for the kind of fun we wanna do~”

Zeke inaudibly screamed, eyes wide open in fear of what their idea of fun would be. He watched his hand be raised, pointing towards the window, and with one gesture it opened.

“Now, let’s go~” Their leader commanded, Zeke watched on in shock as he ran towards the window. The shark believed these were his final moments in the mortal realm and a sharp, watery grave as he would fall to the sharp rocks and ocean below, but that was not the case. When they dived out the window he found himself not falling but flying. Despite the oral intrusion, Zeke was making quite a bit of noise, and the fear of falling to his demise was clear.

“Oh, be quiet for once!” The uptight attire told him, the gloved hands pushing against the mask and covering his eyes. With his already muffled screams muffled even more and no way to see where he was going, it made for the perfect reveal of what was to come.

“Ah, I can see the place,” The youngest said to the two

“Mmm perfect, but first we’ll have to sort out our new plaything here if we are to have him be involved. The saucy voice told them. Zeke just gave up resisting and closed his eyes, hoping to wake up from the big bad dream.
Zeke didn’t know how long had passed but soon he felt his eyes spring open of their own accord. The girly-dressed shark saw himself in a mirror, and something was wrong. He had dark black eyeshadow on, his eyelashes were made more prominent with the aid of mascara and his ears were pieced with pricey studs, he couldn’t believe his eyes; he looked like a whore! They wanted to scream but soon moved once again, noticing the atmosphere of the area. 

There were multiple vanities in a row, wardrobes full of skimpy clothing, changing booths close by them and the scent of alcohol and the beat of the music in his ears, it took him steeping through the door for him to realize where he was.

A strip club! Of all the places these ghosts wanted to go it was here, and that was the least of his worries.

“Z-ZEKE!?”

“OH MY GOSH!” 

“YOU’RE SHITTING ME,”

The voices of Gareth, Ryder and Cody respectively called out. Zeke saw the three of them in a curved booth, absolutely gobsmacked by their acquaintance dressed up like this. The shark felt his hand come up to lower the mask, that protrusion vanishing with its doffing. Zeke thought he could tell his friends that weren’t his doing, his lips opened, ready to call for help.

“Hello, boys~,” That wasn’t what he wanted to say, instead of a scared shark, slaved to be some ghostly beings’ doll crying for help, they saw their best friend wearing black lipstick, giving them a sultry smile, bedroom eyes and acting oddly seductive.

“Z-Zeke, what are you-”

“Well Gareth, I didn’t want to be stuck in an old room for the whole night, so I went ahead and paid for a private room,”

They did what?! Gareth mentally screamed, noting that his credit card was in his hand, they must’ve grabbed it before he was forced here by them.

“Wait so you booked us some strippers as well?” Ryder questioned him, watching the shark give take hold of the bear’s hand, raise him and guide him towards the room.

“Oh Ryder, you’re looking at them~” That was a clear red flag to Zeke, not only was he forced to look and talk like a slut, but now he was going to act like one…

The private room was made just for lap dances and the like, with an l-shaped sofa, coffee table close by, a way to access the bar with ease and dim lighting to set the mood.

Right now Gareth sat on one side of the other, Ryder and Cody, the latter joined them to view the sight of Zeke sucking the grizzly’s giant, girthy cock, and take some videos if he ever needs to blackmail him. This wasn’t the first time Zeke and his best friend had sexual interactions, but the shark not being in control made it quite different from past experiences. He kissed all around, leaving black lipstick marks in his wake, he licked the tip and played with his foreskin, and took it all down like he had no gag reflex, a far cry from past experiences where the twink shark worried about his teeth grazing his length.

“Holy shit dude!” Cody said, amazed at what he was still, “You never told me your friend was a grade A cocksucker”

“I-I didn’t!” Gareth honestly answered, letting out a hefty moan as the shark’s tongue slipped inside his foreskin once more, and fondled their sack with finesse. Ryder watched on in awe, with a blush as deep as Gareth’s on his face and hemipenis at full mast.

“Mmm, that’s not all I can do~” The puppeted Zeke removed their mouth from the cock, tasting the pre the bear leaked. Standing up, the shark dropped those pretty pink panties, adding to the growing humiliation. Next, he pressed his butt against Gareth’s cock, a sexual grin on their face

“Come, you know you want to fuck this tight hole, big bear~” He erotically egged him on to ravage his rear. It worked on Gareth, the bear grasping his booty with their paws and spreading those cheeks, seeing that tight pucker in the dim lights. The voice was right, the bear did crave to fuck his hole; with how eager he was being now, it was a perfect time. Wasting no more time, he lined his cock up and shoved it right inside him.

HOLY SHIT! Zeke thought, the intruding protrusion tore his anus wide open. He didn’t hate it though, he was bit of a sucker for rough sex, the size of Gareth and the feral fucking he was giving was incredible, so good that he could…that he could...

It was right then where Zeke came to another realization, despite all the lust he felt, how pent his cocks were from the paranormal pussies and the scent and feeling of hard intercourse, he had never come once… He couldn’t reach an orgasm! It was like some sort of personal hell where he was bound to be a slutty fuckdoll, his movements unwilling and unable to achieve the bliss of ejaculation for as long as he was damned.

Between the slutty moans and the scent of musk building in the room, Ryder had started to jerk himself off, his scaled hand grasped both and frotted them, happily hissing whilst he shamelessly masturbated. Cody didn’t care that much, but watching both scenes did cause his shorts to become tighter with his growing bulge.

“Hey, Ryder,” Zeke’s words cause the snake to come to a halt, his throbbing phalluses in hand. “If you want somewhere to put those, I got another hole down here~” he gave him a slow wink, placing him under their charm. Inside the slutty shark’s mind was Zeke’s conscious, bracing himself for what would happen, he knew what the ghosts meant by ‘another hole’. 

To get into a proper position to penetrate him, the boa dexterously coiled his tail around Zeke, being careful not to get too tight, he also slid himself underneath the shark, his lengths were at the perfect point, without further messing around, Ryder bucked his upper body forwards, his twin shafts entering Zeke’s slick slit, taking what can be considered his slit virginity. 

It was an alien feeling, having not one, but two cocks shoved inside the hole where his cocks came from was painful at first; yet soon subsided into pleasure, unwanted pleasure, but still oddly satisfying pleasure in the end, if it were Zeke consenting to this, he may ask someone who wasn’t insanely large or had a hemipenis to try out this slit penetration with them.

Zeke could only feel the growing pleasure from being fucked, his lips opening to emit sultry moans, and the sounds of Gareth and Ryder enjoying the warmth and tightness of his orifices. He thought this couldn’t get any more embarrassing, until…

“Hey tiger,” Oh fuck… He knew this was going to end poorly.

“Heh, what’s wrong, don’t like me filming, nurse shark?”

“Nah, but I think you could come closer and let me suck that feline cock of yours~” Zeke’s uncontrollable response made the jockish tiger annoyed, yet still didn’t take it seriously

“Pft, you being serious, why the hell would your pathetic lips round my package?” Cody’s question made Zeke feel a bit more relaxed, maybe the ghosts wouldn’t try and tease him more seeing he wasn’t interested-

“Oh really? Because I know you enjoy getting sucked off by cute guys” This made Zeke worry, it only now becoming clear that these ghosts not only had full control of his body but could read his mind, including several thoughts he’d rather keep secret. “Ryder told me once that you got drunk pretty bad and asked him for a blowjob, he said you loved the way he moved his tongue over it, you even called him your ‘cute little boyfr-’” 

That was all the ghost had to say to get Cody to partake, in a flash the tiger had dropped his shorts and undies to the ground, move right in front of Zeke, and shove all his cock into their mouth.

“S-Shut the fuck up!” Cody shouted, a faint blush on his face, he thought his friend would keep that secret but  Zeke and now Gareth knew, the bear just looked at him in surprise.

“You heard nothing…” He told the bear, but he knew that wouldn’t work, instead, it was better to just fuck the maw of this slutty shark, moving in and out of his mouth with the power of a jackhammer. He couldn’t lie to himself that it was nice, tight and seeing his makeup run from tears building up from being forced to deepthroat was hot.

Fuck…this is so bad… Zeke thought to himself whilst the salty taste of Cody’s cock filled his mouth I-It’s sexy…but I want to cum so bad… He wished those ghosts were listening to him and just grant him the ability to relieve such tension. A-At least it’ll be over soon, The shark knew how long Gareth lasted, and how the rest were enjoying his body.

“Oh, you think it’ll be over soon?” Zeke could only curse as the youngest of the three ghosts spoke to him, now knowing they could hear him.

“Let’s change that…” the sound of a set of fingers snapping filled his mind, and then he felt a wave of fatigue going over him; the trio fucking him soon amped up their pace, now having a sudden burst of energy.

“Don’t worry, I just shared that energy you have into them, we don’t want this ending right here~”  She laughed before fading away, leaving Zeke to endure this nightmare much longer.

Every two minutes the ghost took Zeke’s energy and funnel it into his friends, making sure they last long as possible. Fifteen minutes soon passed and with no more energy to spare, she and her fellow ghosts watched what was to happen.

“S-Shit, I’m Gonna…”

“Sssssame here!”

“F-FUUUUUUCK~!”

They all cried out in unison, cumming all their balls had stored into the fatigued fishy fucktoy. Zeke could only groan as the seed bulged out his belly and made the inside of his slit all sticky, in his tired state the shark was finally glad it was all over…

“Now then, It’s time we take our leave”  The formal phantom spoke out. Placing their hands on Cody’s hips, they pulled out his cock, giving them one last smile, “See you back at the hotel~” they told them, they raised his hand to click his fingers and a flash of light engulfed their host’s body, blinding him and his friends. When the light dissipated, Zeke was gone.

“W-What the hell?” Gareth asked, confused as to why his friend just vanished in front of them.

“I-I think that was magic,” Ryder said as he got up, “I thought this whole thing seemed odd…”

“Yeah, where do you think he got those clothes anyway, his room?” Cody mentioned. This made Gareth and Ryder realize something.

“I-I think we need to save Zeke!” they said together, now getting the feeling the hotel was indeed haunted.

“Ugh….” Zeke found himself sitting on that familiar heart-shaped bed from earlier, not only that but he found himself speaking on his own accord, the feelings around his cocks were gone too, but movement was still impossible, being too tired to try and the fact those ghosts were still about, he saw three featureless figures in front of him, unable to make heads or tales who they were.

“Ahhh, nothing’s better than a night out in the town”

“Agreed, wish we could’ve got the tiger, but I found the shark to be quite fun as well”

“H-Hey…” Zeke struggled to say, wanting to have some words with these nasty ghosts.

“Still have some energy I see?” Their leader rhetorically asked, “Well what is it? come now, use your words”

“P-Please…L-Let me cum…” Despite the raping these ghosts forced him through, he couldn’t be angry, he was too tired, and all he wanted to do was have his long-awaited orgasm.

“Hmmm, well I do believe it is time we fed” It replied, seeming to answer but avoid their question. Zeke had no clue what they meant, just seeing them float over to the one thing that creeped him out in the room: the giant stuffed bear.

“Did you really think three ghosts would inhabit articles of clothes for the whole of their afterlife?” The youngest asked, the bear hovered in front of him, Zeke was paralyzed, unable to scream or flee due to their ghostly powers.

“Or better yet, why did three ghosts seemed so eager in heading to a place of debauchery, leaving only when you were used?”  The uptight one asked as well, an ethereal, zig-zagging line went down the bear’s entire body, it proceeding to open like a pair of doors. The shark could only watch in horror as he saw what came from it.

Ghostly tentacles emerged from the life-sized bear, black as night yet still could be seen through like glass. Multiple of these paranormal tendrils wiggled around inside like worms in an apple, four of them soon thrust out, grasping his arms and legs.

“We are the spirit of succubi long dead! Bound to this plane against our own will” The formal one declared, the voices of the other two joined with it, becoming one eldritch voice, the tentacles slowly drug in the shark “Unable to feast, we are forced to rely on the bodies of mortals to satiate our needs” Zeke wanted to scream his head off and wake up, but it was too late to be in denial. “And now, we feast!” And with those words, Zeke was dragged into the bear, it stitching itself up and falling to the floor.

Inside this odd realm of pulsating tentacles and infernal scents, Zeke found himself at the demon ghosts’s mercy. He was their meal, or more accurately, the seed inside him. The paranormal tendrils entered his mouth, ass and slit, going deep as possible to feast on his friend’s cum, the trio could be heard savouring the tastes. Next came two more appendages, these went directly for his claspers, taking one each and acting like a milker, finally giving Zeke his long-deserved orgasm and drinking his cum.

“Ah your seed is devilishly delightful” The ghost mentioned “I think you’ll serve a better purpose feeding us for eternity than being a simple skinny shark” Their idea made him scream, this was now to be his prison, kept alive inside a bear, never to be found, he felt hopeless…

“ENOUGH OF THIS” Shouted a familiar voice, an ominous reverb backing it up. Zeke felt something push against the wall of tentacles in front of him, the next thing he heard was the pained cries of the succubi and the feeling of the carpeted floor of the pink room. He saw the bear land on the ground with a thud, footsteps coming from in front of him to where the bear was, there he saw his saviour.

Eligor Macademia bent down and picked the bear up from the ground, having just saved Zeke from the threat of the ghosts by mysterious means. the shark thought he saw a crimson aura from his monocled eye, but it faded away . 

“Should’ve figured Hecate would leave another souvenir…” The squirrel sighed, seeming to be used to getting such gifts from this person. He placed his hand on the bear, muttering something as it glowed red before opening the closet and throwing it in. “If it weren’t for those guests I would’ve never realized such a foul presence was inside the hotel. Shame that I had to clear their minds of the night’s proceedings, however,”  He then looked down to the shark on the floor, “Now as for you…” He knelt once more and made eye contact with the shark, Eligor’s eyes became colourful, spirals forming in them, forcing Zeke to state back despite his fatigue.

“You will not recall the happenings of tonight, you will awake in your bed, having had an excellent sleep with no nightmares of ghosts or erotic intercourse,” Eligor put the shark under the same hypnotic spell he had used on his friends, watching the spirals in the shark’s eyes before they shut tight and he fell into another deep slumber.

When Zeke woke up that morning he felt amazingly refreshed, the morning sun gleamed through the window. He sat up in his bed, picked up his phone and checked the time.

“9:45 PM, man I’ve slept like a log,” He said with a jovial smile “Ryder was right, this place wasn’t haunted,” he put the phone back on the nightstand and went got up. He had the feeling his friends were downstairs, tucking into the free breakfast their rooms came with, he also had to talk with the manager about swapping rooms.

He went to grab the clothes he wore last night, thinking it be better to change after breakfast; but he soon came to a sudden stop, his eyes were drawn to that peculiar closet he had seen but never thought to open, curiosity go to him and he was about to take a quick peak inside, about to flick the lock.

“DON’T” A deep, echoing voice bellowed in his head, the lock glowing a mystical purple. 

The shark just shook his head the lock the original gold material it once would, something told him it was better to just meet up with his friends for a nice breakfast. He would never know what lay in the closet, or where the stylish jewel-encrusted studs that were in his ears came from, or the mysterious sum of money that had been taken out of his account.