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stories for Halloween 2024!\n\nThree friends decide on a cold october evening to do a bit of ghost hunting at a local castle with a mystery to solve. Unfortunately the price they have to pay to unravel the mystery may be a little more than they'd hoped for. \n\nWarning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Supernatural beings (a ghost), Possession (the taking over of a body that was previously someone else’s), Out of body experiences (Where the soul of a character is witnessing what is done with their body), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in consensual and non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The first of two halloween special stories for Halloween 2024!

Three friends decide on a cold october evening to do a bit of ghost hunting at a local castle with a mystery to solve. Unfortunately the price they have to pay to unravel the mystery may be a little more than they'd hoped for.

Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Supernatural beings (a ghost), Possession (the taking over of a body that was previously someone else’s), Out of body experiences (Where the soul of a character is witnessing what is done with their body), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in consensual and non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.", "writing": "Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Supernatural beings (a ghost), Possession (the taking over of a body that was previously someone else’s), Out of body experiences (Where the soul of a character is witnessing what is done with their body), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in consensual and non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.\n\nIt was mid-October and the spectre of Halloween was looming on the horizon. Everywhere, people were decorating their houses and getting into a spooky mood. \n\nIt was on this dark, cold evening that a couple plus one of their friends, all the age of 18 had decided to have a spooky film night. Tristan and Jay had put their place forward to host it and the Ben had come over around seven.\n\nThe clock on the wall ticked softly, each second dragging as the glow of the television screen flickered across the dark room. Tristan, a raccoon wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt was stretched across the sofa, his striped tail hanging off the side as the eerie music of the ghost movie built to another dramatic crescendo.\n\n“That’s it?” Jay, an 18-year-old fox wearing grey sweatpants and a red hoodie grumbled from the armchair, his fur bristling with disbelief. He leaned forward, clutching the popcorn bowl tightly in his lap. “All that buildup, and the ghost just disappears in a puff of smoke?”\n\nTristan snorted, his fingers tapping on the cushions. “Come on, man, it’s an oldskool horror film. You’ve gotta appreciate the classics.”\n\n“Yeah, but that ending was weak,” Jay replied, sinking back into his seat, his ears flicking in irritation. “I mean, we could’ve written something scarier.”\n\n“Maybe,” came a voice from the corner of the room. Ben, a brown furred mouse wearing jeans with a black hoodie, and generally the quietest of the group, adjusted his glasses and glanced up from the book he’d been reading during the film. The mouse’s eyes gleamed in the dim light. “But some of the old ghost stories, like the ones around here, are way scarier than any movie.”\n\nTristan’s ears perked up, and he sat up a little more, intrigued. “Oh yeah? Like what?”\n\nBen didn’t answer right away, his gaze lingering on the final credits rolling across the screen. He seemed to be thinking it over, as though deciding whether or not to share what was on his mind. Finally, he set his book down and leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper.\n\n“Blackrock Castle.”\n\nJay shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh no,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I know where this is going, and I’m not interested. And Ben, what the fuck is with the ..” he switched to a loud whisper “Dramaa!!” he rolled his eyes\n\nTristan, ever the thrill-seeker, grinned wider, his face lighting up with excitement. “Come on, Jay, let’s hear him out.”\n\nBen cleared his throat and continued; his voice low. “You’ve both heard the stories, right? Blackrock Castle. Ruins on the edge of town. They say a knight died there centuries ago, betrayed by one of his own men. Now his ghost haunts the place, searching for revenge.”\n\n“Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard that one.” Jay waved a hand dismissively, but Tristan’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of danger.\n\n“Think about it,” Tristan said, leaning forward eagerly. “What if we go check it out? Tomorrow night. Ghost hunt at Blackrock Castle.”\n\nJay’s mouth opened, ready to shoot the idea down, but Tristan’s grin was infectious. He was always like this - coming up with some wild adventure, dragging them along. And even though Jay hated the idea of anything even remotely supernatural, he couldn’t deny curiosity that crawled up his spine.\n\nBen looked back and forth between his friends, a smile crossing his face. “It’s Halloween! Perfect time for something like this.”\n\n“I don’t know, guys,” Jay muttered, his voice dropping as he glanced at the flickering shadows dancing on the wall. “You remember what happened the last time we went exploring at night?”\n\nTristan laughed “Come on, Jay, that was a freak accident. This’ll be different. It’ll be fun!”\n\nJay groaned, pulling the hood of his hoodie up over his head, trying to block out the growing sense of dread. “I almost lost my foot in that hole!! ...” But he knew it was too late. He’d be going with them. He always did.\n\nTristan leaned back against the cushions, satisfied. “Alright then. Tomorrow night, we’re heading to Blackrock Castle. Let’s see if those ghost stories are true.”\n\nAs the final note of eerie music from the film’s credits finished, Jay stared at the darkened TV screen, starting to feel uneasy about the whole thing. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the windows. “Great,” he muttered, sinking deeper into his chair. “What could possibly go wrong?” he said, his voice loaded with sarcasm.\n\nTristan swung his legs off the sofa and stood up – padding over to Jay “Hey, who’s my grumpy fox?” He said getting up close and perching himself on the chair arm\n\nJay, maintaining his grumpy expression, didn’t move his head, just simply side glanced up at the raccoon\n\nTristan smirked and reached out, gently placing his hand on the side of the grumpy fox boy’s muzzle, turning his head towards him, and planting a kiss squarely on his nose “I love it when you’re grumpy” he said with a smile\n\nJay’s grumpy composure began to melt, starting to blush and taking on a more goofy expression “Yeah… well …” the fox said quietly \n\nBen giggled from across the room “Yeah. Ever since that time we were fishing a few years back, and SOMEONE, and lets not start that argument back up, but SOMEONE forgot the packed lunch... Boy was that a row…” \n\nTristan smirked looking back to Jay beside him “Yeah, and just after you called me .. what was it? A stripey tailed, supposedly clever, mask faced jerk… I moved in with a kiss.” \n\nJay’s brow dropped again, knowing that Tristan effectively moving in for a kiss, when the electric between them had been there for at least a year before had effectively shut down that argument. He humphs.. “Yeah.” \n\nBen laughed “And then I got to see parts of you guys which … uh… well it made it difficult to fish…” \n\nTristan grinned and looked over to Ben “Yeaaahh… but, I’d kinda felt like I loved this foxy for a while and it all kinda... came gushing out... And talking about that… Isn’t it time for beddy byes for the foxy fluff??” he said looking back at Jay\n\nJay finally broke into a smirk “Jeez Trist, you are a frickin’ goofball.” He said moving up a hand to gently bap the raccoon over the face\n\nBen got himself up and walked over to the sofa that the raccoon had been watching the film on, pulling out a big poofy sleeping bag from behind it and spreading it out on top. \n\nJay pushed himself up out of the chair and as Tristan stood up, he slapped the raccoon over the butt “go on then sneaky face. Bed time.” He said picking up the remote and turning the TV off.\n\nBen was fetching his backpack over to the sofa “Night you guys! … Maybe worth laying in tomorrow if we are gonna be up late at the castle?” \n\nTristan, already heading for the door to the bedroom looked over to the mouse “Sure! Good shout! Let’s be up for breakfast at midday huh?” \n\nBen nodded, knowing he’d probably wake up around 10, but he could laze about until the other guys were up.\n\nTristan raised his hand slightly “Night Ben!” he said before wandering into the bedroom\n\nJay followed suit, “Night Ben…” before stopping just round the door, peeking his head back out to look at the mouse “Everything tomorrow night? Your fault.” he said with a fake angry look on his face \n\nBen smirked “Night Jay!” \n\nJay closed the door, and the living room fell quiet. \n\nTristan had already pulled his jeans down, hopping about on one foot in just his white briefs as he tried to get his feet out of them.\n\nJay pulled off his hoodie and slipped down his sweatpants before getting into bed, still in his red boxers. Tristan followed a minute later and jay asked “You sure we wanna be going to the castle tomorrow night?” \n\nTristan nodded “Yeah! Its some old spooky ruin! How frickin’ epic would it be – if we get to see a ghost?!”\n\nJay sighed and rolled his eyes “Fine, but if someone catches us inside – you and Ben are taking the wrap for it.”\n\nTristan grinned and scooted up close, rubbing a hand down the fox’s white fluffy tummy “Oh you just worry too much. What’s the worst that could happen? Fox foot stuck in a hole?” He grinned, before pushing his hand slowly under the waistband of Jay’s boxer shorts.\n\nJay looked down his tum, feeling the wandering raccoon hand exploring into his undies “Well we could like die? Fall off a wall? Castle fall on us?” \n\nThe raccoon grasped at jay’s soft dick, hidden away still in his undies “Yuhuh, well lets not go standing on dodgy walls then hm?” He said starting to tease, his own dick already tenting his briefs.\n\nJay let out a quiet happy moan… “Ok..” He said watching his boyfriend now scoot down under the covers, the duvet being lifted up before falling back down over his stomach so he couldn’t see what was being done.\n\nTristan pulled his hands free from the shorts, only to grasp at the waistband and slip them down, letting his fox’s dick bounce free. A precious uncut dick with plenty of floppy foreskin. Though he himself was uncut, he envied Jay, as he hadn’t any excess skin over the end of his own, and when he was hard it retracted on its own. Whereas Jay, even when he was hard, the head of his dick was still hugged and protected by that sweet floppy skin.. He nosed at the tip, always having loved his fox’s scent... The first time he’d ever caught it was on that boat that Ben had mentioned earlier and since that day he couldn’t ever get enough of it… \n\nThough jay’s dick was only semi – The raccoon wasn’t going to hold back – opening his muzzle and engulfing it in warmth, his sharp teeth nibbling at the soft shaft ever so slightly as if encouraging it to harden up…\n\nJay let out a quiet squeak, he couldn’t see what the raccoon was doing to his dick, but the warmth, the chewing, he knew his raccoon was doing what raccoons do… putting things in their mouths… and he was ok with his raccoon chowing down on his dick… he was very good at it.\n\nTristan felt the fox’s dick getting harder quickly and with the sweet salty taste of the fox meat coupled with his fox’s scent, he couldn’t help but move one of his hands down to his crotch. Sliding his hand into his briefs he pulled his own dick free from them, gently rubbing it, teasing his thumb over the underside of the head… He started to bob his head up and down the toy he had all to himself in the little duvet cocoon he’d made... just him, a pair of fox legs and the dick and balls which were attached between them… all for him! \n\nJay grasped at the sheets beside him, he knew the raccoon could push every one of his buttons, and there was no resisting … then he remembered what happened last time … and between breaths he asked “D..do you have a tshirt .. to mess on….” He said with his eyes closed \n\nThere was some indistinguishable grumbling noises coming from inside the duvet, and he felt the raccoon’s muzzle pull from his dick, and watched as an arm reached out from the duvet, over the side, pulling the duvet slightly – it falling, cold onto his hard warm slick dick. \n\nJay squeaked again with the cold material contacting his sensitive dick, squirming “Fuck sake Trist!...”\n\nThe arm pulled in the t-shirt that Tristan had been wearing today and tugged it under the duvet… With a little bit of fidgeting, the warm muzzle returned to jay’s dick, and this time the raccoon’s tongue was exploring round the tip of his foreskin, still up round the tip of his dick… he felt the tongue exploring just a little into the tip, before pushing its way inside, down around the sensitive head, so rarely ever exposed, never being rubbed or touched by his underwear – purely there, preserved as sensitive as can be for when he or his boyfriend decides to tease at it.. \n\nJay once more grasped at the sheets, digging in his claws, feeling his climax rising. It wasn’t coming as it would normally when he would paw off... this was being dragged down the tracks by a hungry raccoon – it was coming, and it was coming quickly!!\n \nTristan knew his fox couldn’t resist his teasing, gently resting his upper teeth against the hard fox dick as he pulled his tongue from his foreskin, sliding down and back up, nibbling at the very tip of that sensitive skin… and all the time jerking himself off over that t-shirt he’d been reminded to place under him… \n\n“Ff..fuck Trist.. i…..d..don’t stop..” Jay said, his face scrunched up in focus, his dick throbbing and as hard as it could ever get as he tensed up.\n\nTristan felt his toy firming up to become as solid as a rock… the simple feeling of his fox’s dick hitting the edge of its climax, thanks to the actions of his muzzle was enough for him to finally shoot his own seed forcefully over the t-shirt under him… and as he did – Jay fired his ropes of cum up against the roof of his muzzle, only helping to prolong the raccoon’s own orgasm. His muzzle filled with his boyfriend’s cum, unable to swallow while he was in the middle of his own climax... but as his faded, he finally swallowed the huge load his fox had gifted him… finishing off by pulling his muzzle up to the top, and once more pushing his tongue inside that jelly like foreskin, lapping at the now over-sensitive head.\n\n“AH!!” Jay cried out “F..FUCK .. y-you know how sensitive I am!!” he said with a raised voice, squirming\n\nTristan let the softening fox dick flop from his muzzle onto the fox’s white tummy and slowly moved up, still over the top of him – his fluffy ears and face slowly pushing out from under the duvet above Jay’s chest. He had his mischievous grin on his face “Yeah.. but I gotta make sure I get aaaaaaalllll the pressy you give me don’t I?”\n\nJay grabbed one of Tristan’s pillows and bopped his raccoon on the face with it “Pfff!! … yuhuh! Well get that soggy t-shirt out of bed before I go putting my foot in it…..” \n\nTristan stuck his tongue out and vanished back under the duvet before emerging out the side, balling up the t-shirt he’d shot his own load into. He dropped it on the floor before hopping back into bed and snuggling up beside Jay. “Love you, Mr grumpy fluff” He said nosing the fox’s face.\n\n\nOut in the living room, Ben was giving himself a little light relief too. He was looking over a picture on an art site of a mouse boy getting his soul pulled from his body, imagining the vulnerability he would be feeling, looking back at his body – the bulge in its pants no longer associated with him… He pawed furiously at his tapered mouse dick stuck straight out from its sheath. It wasn’t the biggest – at only four and a half inches, but it was his, and he made lots of use out of it! \n\nHe imagined his soul being placed in a bottle, looking out at his body as it fell to the ground and then his captor moving over to inspect it, undress it and play with its once so private bits.. maybe even drawing it to cum in its pre-death comatose state, unable to feel the last orgasm it ever had…. And that was when he squeaked… shooting his seed over his hand as he humped up into it.. He panted, grabbing his undies that he’d left beside him and cleaning himself up – then finally saving the picture into his special folder, full of similar pictures, soul stealing, soul vore, possession, and a number of other types.. but now it was time to sleep.\n\nThe mouse pulled his sleeping bag back up over him, put his phone on charge and closed his eyes to drift off to sleep.\n\n\nThe next morning came, and as Ben had figured, he woke up around 10, and ended up doing some research into Blackrock Castle and what had gone on at the castle through its history.\n\nAt midday, Jay and Tristan emerged from the bedroom and the three boys had lunch and got themselves psyched up for the evening. Jay – still not being especially excited about the prospect, but if Tristan was doing it – he was doing it. \n\nAs the evening set in, the three boys grabbed their coats, phones and spare torches, and headed out into the cold fall air. It had rained through the day, but having now stopped, the streets were shiny with left over rainwater glinting in the glow of the streetlights.\n\nWith just a few hundred feet left, and the gatehouse looming large up the road Ben spoke up “So … does anyone know how we are getting in? The gatehouse will be locked up, and there’s a big fence around the whole of the grounds?”\n\nTristan looked over at Ben “You never sneaked in after it closed in summer as a kid?” \n\nBen looked back with an unsurprised look on his face “No, but I’m sure sneaky paws Trist did hm?” \n\nTristan shrugged his shoulders “Well, why would any kid not want a castle to play in for himself?” he said before stopping the group and pointing down a small path running down the side of an old white walled thatched cottage “Down here.” He said leading the way. \n\nThe path was narrow, with the wall of the cottage on the left and an overgrown hedgerow on the right. As the three emerged behind the cottage, they found themselves on the bank of a stream.\n\nTristan waved follow “This is the stream which fills what’s left of the moat.” \n\nJay spoke up “We better not be wading into any streams Trist. Or you can forget everything!” \n\nThe raccoon just dismissed his concern “Nah – you’ll see.” \n\nAs the three made their way down the sludgy bank of the stream, they eventually found themselves faced with the big metal fence which Ben had mentioned earlier.. though the fence went over the stream from bank to bank. At one point it looked like an extra gate had been welded to it that would have hung below and into the stream, but it had been bashed in by person or flood water at some point, leaving a fairly large gap. \n\nTristan went in first, holding onto the bottom of the fence, and ducking under, his feet still against the bank, and leaning over the stream – only to get his footing on the other side and standing up “Tadaah!” \n\nJay and ben followed, finally in the castle grounds, walking over the part of the moat which silted up and now was nothing more than grass, and climbing up the grassy moat side to the top. About three hundred feet away loomed the castle ruins. A large square keep with square towers on each corner, one side having collapsed and being left open. \n\nAs they walked across the grounds, the clouds started to clear, and a bright full moon bathed the whole site in a silvery light.\n\nBen was looking round, seeing if firstly, there were any security guards, and secondly looking to see if he could spot any spooky stuff going on “You know, the castle was sieged in 1470, and there was a big battle when they broke through into here. Right where we are walking there will have been hundreds of guys killed…” \n\nJay turned to look at Ben “Good thing it’s not 1470 then hm?” \n\nJust then the three stopped dead in their tracks. They were getting closer to the castle – and they heard what sounded like the sound of swords clashing.. \n\nBen blinked “What’s that!?” \n\nEven Jay had had a moment, his adrenaline peaking for a moment before taking a breath “It.. it’s probably something metal…” \n\nTristan started heading for the source of the sound, it starting to get louder … As they got closer to one of the large castle walls, they saw an arched door leading inside what looked like it could be cellars … the clanging stopped.\n\nBen studied the entrance way “It’s stopped.” \n\nJay came straight back to him “Thanks for the update, captain obvious..”\n\nTristan walked into the darkened gloom of the vaulted room.. he couldn’t see much, but there were a few pillars lined up through it... \n\nThey three of them were about halfway in when a cold wind whipped around them, and suddenly – from the corner of the room – the sound of swords striking each other again! \n\nAll three jumped with jay shouting out “SHIT!!” \n\nTristan ran straight for the noise – only to find an old metal gate, padlocked in front of a door, and a chain with what looked like a bar of metal that used to be part of the securing of it, swinging in the breeze, occasionally catching on one of the bars with a clang. “It’s ok! ….. its not a ghost..” Tristan called out switching his torch on to look at the door and the padlock \n\nJay and Ben walked over, with Jay knowing exactly what Tristan was thinking \n\n“No Trist, the padlock is there for a reason.” Jay said with a sigh\n\nTristan nodded “Yep!” he said before starting to play with the combination wheels “To see if it can stop me opening it!” \n\nJay sighed again “No. It means you’re not supposed to go in there! WE are not supposed to go in there.”\n\nTristan however, with his skilful hands had already worked out the combination, pressed the button and the rusty lock clicked…. Though having unlocked didn’t come open until he gave it a bit of a tug. “Looks like this hasn’t been open in a long time.” he said dropping the padlock on the ground and grabbing the iron gate, pulling it open with a loud rusty hinged groan. \n\nBen winced at the sound of the gate.. “Every horror film has a creaky door huh..” He said \n\nWith the iron gate open, the door just behind it was now reachable, and the raccoon walked over, pushing the latch up and opened it- with another pair of squeaking iron hinges. “Hello!!!? Is Mr Knight looking for revenge home!?” Tristan called out with a laugh\n\nHis voice echoed around what sounded like a cavernous room, with a window allowing some moonlight to shine through and cast its shape on the wall opposite.\n\nTristan walked in before Jay could even protest “Wow this is pretty cool! I wonder what happened in here all those years ago!” \n\n Jay and Ben followed the raccoon in, staying fairly close together. The whole place smelled of mustiness, and damp stone. Jay shone his torch around the room, spotting there were rooms and corridors off this main room, and that there was a big grand fireplace up against one of the walls with a coat of arms above it.\n\nBen recognised the coat of arms “Oh, that’s the coat of arms of the guy who killed the knight. He never had kids though, cos ... Well, the knight was a bit crazy... and uh... He probably deserved to die.” He said, keeping a little more information held back\n\nMeanwhile Tristan had walked off once again – heading to a door which had been bolted shut, and some caution tape across it. \n\nJay panned his torch around, seeing his raccoon once again going to what appeared to be the dodgiest part of the castle he could find “Trist for fuck’s sake! Cant we explore the other OPEN bits of this forbidden, dangerous section we aren’t supposed to be in, BEFORE going to the DOUBLEY dangerous, extra forbidden sections?!” \n\n“Nope!” Tristan said, pulling the caution tape off and grabbing one of the bolts. The bolt was stuck tight, as if it had been like that for decades. “It’s stuck...” \n\n“Good! Lets go look over here...” Jay replied starting to walk over towards one of the open rooms\n\nTristan wasn’t having any of it. He looked around and grabbed a piece of stone which must have dropped from somewhere above at some point and started hammering it against the bolt. \n\nBen looked around, the bangs echoing around the room, and a number of pigeons in the corners of the room getting disturbed and flapping around the roof before flying out of the window. \n\nJay walked over to stop the raccoon from damaging the door, but as he got there – there was a squeak as the rock struck – and the bolt came free. “Trist, whatever is behind that door is not somewhere we should be, ok?” \n\n“Ok!” Tristan said before pulling the door open. \n\nFrom out of the darkness behind the door – a pile of wood which must have fallen against it years ago suddenly fell straight forward, narrowly missing Tristan’s feet and making an enormous clatter, sending dust up into the air.\n\nEven Tristan jumped back, bumping into Jay and then started coughing at the dust cloud.\n\nBen walked forward, tucking his nose into the neck of his hoodie and looked inside with his own torch… inside was a corridor, going down into the ground “Oh! … I think I know what this is!”\n \nTristan and Jay had just about finished coughing when Jay finally spoke up “What?” \n\nBen scanned the corridor down with his torch and could see where it levelled off “So ... I think these are kinda like some secret cellars… or they used to be secret. They were bricked up for centuries, and then when discovered, some people went in to do a ghost hunt down there and … they kinda went a bit crazy... so they shut it all back up again.” \n\n“Awesome!!” Said Tristan, pushing past the mouse and heading straight down the corridor “I wonder if we can find what made them go crazy!” \n\nJay blinked as the raccoon barged his way past Ben and marched head long into the unknown, as per usual. \n\nAs Ben and Jay caught up, Tristan was already looking in the various rooms around the corridor... \n\n“OH SHIT!” Tristan called out \n\nBen and Jay ran over into the darkened room with Tristan in – seeing that there was a Ouija board still sat in the room, with very dusty chairs around it and an old looking dusty glass perched on top\n\n“No Trist,” Said Jay “We are not -” \n\nHe was cut off as Tristan walked over and pulled one of the dusty chairs back and sat down “Cmon! Lets give it a go!!” \n \nBen walked past Jay “It’s ok Jay, technically Ouija boards are just a wooden board with letters on... nothing dangerous – and apparently it can be subconscious movement moving the glass” he said sitting down across from the raccoon.\n\nJay sighed in exasperation then walked over and sat down. “Fine. What do we do.”\n\nTristan picked up the glass and dusted it off before dusting off the table with his hand and placing the glass back down, keeping one finger on it. “Ok, guys put one finger on the glass.” \n\nBen and Jay both moved their hand out and put their finger to the base of the upturned glass on the table. \n\nThere was silence in the room, and the air was completely still… the only sound was the occasional drip of moisture from the ceiling in a room a little further away into a puddle. \n\nBen spoke up “Nothing’s happening... but I suppose that’s the most likely thing…” \n\nTristan then called out “Is there anybody there?! Is the knight down here with us? It’s getting close to Halloween – we came to say hi!” \n\nTheir voices once more echoed round the room, but it faded to silence again.\n\nThey tried for fifteen minutes, which was as long as Jay was willing to have patience for, before Ben said “Maybe – we should try somewhere else?” \n\nThe very second he finished talking - there was a squeak, and ben’s chair, along with him in it – turned a few degrees.\n\nBen squeaked! “WHAT WAS THAT!? Fuck, Jay – did you just kick my chair?! Did you just move my chair!?!” \n\nJay had been startled by the noise “No?! Didn’t you just like push your chair to get out?!” \n\n“NO!” Ben shouted back \n\nThe three friends still had their fingers on the glass, and it was during their panicked questioning that the glass suddenly began to squeak, and start to move. \n\nTristan grinned “It’s moving!!” \n\nJay took his finger off the glass “No, someone’s pushing it…” He said “Look, I’m not its still going...” he placed his finger back on the glass “Trist, take your finger off.” \n\nTristan did as he was told, and still the glass was moving.. he put his finger back on – and ben now took his finger off – and it was still moving – in a straight line towards the letter M..\n\nTristan leaned forward, his voice steady but tinged with excitement. “Do you have a message for us?” He glanced at the others, a grin breaking through. “Holy shit, guys, this is so cool!”\n\nThe glass trembled, then slid slowly across the board, stopping at a letter. I. Then it moved again, spelling out more letters—M I R R O R.\n\n\"Mirror?\" Ben asked, frowning. \"What’s that supposed to mean?\"\n\nTristan raised an eyebrow. “Is there a mirror down here somewhere?”\n\nThe glass darted toward the word Yes on the board, quicker this time, almost eager.\n\n“Okay…” Tristan hesitated, then asked, “Do you want us to find it?”\n\nThe glass hesitated for a moment, then slid over to Yes - but jerked back to No - and then repeated, flipping between Yes and No with unsettling speed.\n\nBen, looking uneasy, spoke up. “Does it want... one of us to go find it?”\n\nJay, who had been silent until now, gave Ben a sceptical look. “Ben… Really? Yeah lets split up, good idea.”\n\nBut before anyone could respond, the glass lurched violently, skidding toward Tristan, nearly flying off the table as it landed between the letters M and N.\n\nTristan stared down at it. \"M and N? What does that mean?\"\n\nHe tentatively lifted the glass and placed it back at the centre. “We don’t understand. Can you—?”\n\nThe glass shot forward again, this time smacking right into Tristan’s chest. He flinched.\n\nBen’s voice cut through the silence. “I think it’s telling you to go look for the mirror.”\n\nJay groaned. “Ben, seriously?”\n\n“Well, it’s targeting Tristan!” Ben shot back. \"Maybe it's, I dunno, picking him for a reason.\"\n\nJay scoffed. “You know what Tristan gets up to when he's alone. Not the best plan.\"\n\nTristan pushed his chair back, already grabbing his torch. “I’m going to find the mirror. You guys stay here.” He was grinning, caught up in the thrill of it all. “This is gonna be awesome!”\n\nJay muttered under his breath. “Fine, but we’re not touching that damn glass again until you’re back.”\n\nTristan disappeared into the dark hallway, the light from his torch casting long shadows on the old, stone floor. There were only two rooms left he hadn’t explored. He wasn’t expecting to find anything, half-convinced he’d just come back empty-handed, laughing it all off. But as he entered the last room, his breath caught.\n\nThere, in the corner, was an ornate, old-fashioned mirror. Its heavy frame gleamed in the dim light, the kind of mirror you could tilt, resting on wheels in front of a chair. The air in the room felt... different. Thick.\n\n“Uh… guys?” Tristan’s voice wavered as he called out. “There’s actually a mirror in here…”\n\nBen’s voice echoed from the other room. “Does it have a chair near it?”\n\nTristan shone the torch around and sure enough, not far from the mirror was a chair. “Yeah! Why?” \n\n“You could try scrying! Just sit on the chair and look into the mirror, stare at your reflection and see if anything happens” Ben replied \n\nJay then called out “But if nothing happens, get your stripy tail back in this room.” \n\nTristan walked over to the dusty chair, shrugging off the grime—it wasn’t like his jeans could get any dirtier. He dragged the chair closer to the mirror and sat down, his reflection staring back at him. He placed the torch on the floor, casting a faint, eerie light that barely illuminated his face.\n\nAt first, nothing seemed to happen. Minutes ticked by in the dim silence, though his reflection seemed to waver, his features fading in and out, but Tristan chalked it up to his imagination. But then, as he squinted into the glass, something changed.\n\nA shadow. Over his shoulder.\n\nTristan’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked, focusing on the shape behind him in the mirror - it looked like the face of a wolf, eyes gleaming. His breath caught in his throat.\n\nHe looked around, but the room was empty, just the cold darkness behind him. His heart pounded in his ears as he turned back to the mirror. The wolf was gone.\n\nTension crawled up his spine. He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing at the reflection. The room in the mirror began to shimmer, as if it was flickering, like there was a fire burning somewhere in the distance. But the real room remained as dark as before.\n\nHe blinked again, and this time, the fire was there - flames roaring in the fireplace in the reflection, lighting the space behind him. He glanced over his shoulder. Still nothing. But in the mirror, the fire crackled. And then, a movement.\n\nA figure stepped into view behind him, grinning - a wolf. Its mouth stretched into a wicked smile, its eyes glinting. He looked to be dressed in fine medieval clothes.\n\nBefore Tristan could even cry out, he felt a heavy shove against his back, as if hands - real hands - had hit him. But his body didn’t budge. He blinked, disoriented, and when he refocused on the mirror, everything had changed.\n\nThe room in the reflection was dark and gloomy, but his surroundings were warm and lit by a fire that now burned in the very room he was in! The door behind him now closed. He stood up, heart racing, and tried the door—it was locked.\n\n“Hey! Guys?!” His voice echoed. “Some really freaky shit is happening!”\n\nPanic twisted in his gut. He turned back to the mirror, his breath catching. The reflection was still there, but something was wrong - his reflection was still sitting in the chair.\n\n“What... the... hell?”\n\nTristan moved closer, eyes wide, staring at the bizarre image in front of him. His reflection was sitting, motionless, in the dark room, with the torch lying beside the chair like before. But his reflection was no longer just a mirror image - it was the real him.\n\nThen, behind his real self, the wolf appeared again. Its green eyes burned like embers, glowing with a sinister light. The wolf leaned forward, its lips curling into that same evil grin.\n\n“A raccoon,” it rasped, its voice deep and menacing. “Yes... you will do nicely.”\n\nTristan tried to speak, his voice catching in his throat. “Wait... who-?”\n\nBut before he could finish, the wolf's figure slithered into his body on the other side, merging with it, the body in the chair convulsing for a moment. Tristan’s eyes shifted from normal to glowing green, his expression twisting into that same wicked grin the wolf had worn.\n\nHe watched in horror as his real body stood up from the chair, eyes glowing, that wolfish grin plastered on his face.\n\nHis reflection, the real him - now fully possessed - spoke, using his voice rather than the raspy one the wolf had used before. “Your body is mine, raccoon.”\n\n“No! No, this can’t be happening!” Tristan pounded on the mirror, his fists hitting the glass with a hollow, empty sound.\n\nThe wolf grinned wider, looking out through his own eyes, mocking him. “I’m you now.”\n\nThe horror dawned on him all at once—he was trapped. Trapped inside the mirror. His body was no longer his.\n\n“Get out of my body!” Tristan screamed, slamming his fists against the glass. “It’s mine!”\n\nBut the wolf, now fully in control, only smirked, watching from the other side as Tristan’s panicked reflection continued to pound at the mirror, helplessly trapped inside the fire lit room.\n\n“No, you silly boy. It is now mine.” The possessed Tristan replied, and then moved his hand down to his crotch to grope at himself “Oh, and what do I have here?” \n\nTristan watched as his possessed body groped himself, “WHAT!? Get off my junk!!” \n\nThe possessed Tristan grinned back before unzipping his jeans and reaching in, pulling out his dick and teasing it in front of the mirror… \n\n“PLEASE! Stop!! Let me out of here!!! I want my body back!” Tristan called out but all he could do was watch as the ghost possessing his body shoved his dick back into his jeans and walked off out of the room.. \n\n\nDown the hall, Ben and Jay were still waiting at the table when Tristan walked back in.. his eyes glowing green. \n\nJay tilted his head “What did you do to your eyes?” He asked \n\nTristen smirked back “oh, just the dust got in my eyes...” \n\nBen wasn’t convinced “… Yeah maybe you should get your eyes cleaned out...” \n\nTristen ignored ben and walked over to the Jay and stood behind his chair rubbing his hands down his hoodie and down to his crotch, groping at him, feeling the fox’s dick squish in his hand. \n\nJay gently nosed at the raccoon’s cheek “You decided you are more horny than curious to check this place out now?” \n\nTristen snickered and nodded slightly “Maybe.. Hey, Ben, what happened with that knight anyway? What did he do that got people all angry and wanting to kill him?” \n\nBen swallowed and cleared his throat “Well... uh... he basically cut all the dicks off all his guards. Told them they all had to give up their dicks to show their loyalty – or they’d be killed… Didn’t make any friends from doing it … one of them ended up killing him a few weeks later.” \n\nTristan nodded “Ah. Sounds like a traitor… I s’pose it’s not so much to give your dick to someone to prove loyalty huh?” he said pushing his hand down into Jay’s boxers and squeezing at the fox’s semi hard member \n\nJay moaned quietly before wondering what Tristan was on about “Well.. Actually, that is kinda asking a lot really..” \n\nTristan grasped Jay’s dick a little harder “No, I don’t think so. You will give me your dick to prove how loyal you are wont you? You’re my boyfriend. It’s the least you can do, isn’t it?” \n\nJay realised something was up … “Trist... are you ok? What’s gone on?” \n\nBen got up from his chair “Yeah... I don’t think its T-Tristan.” \n\nTristan pulled his hand from the fox’s pants and stood up “Oh, is that so?” \n\nWithout warning, the chair Tristan had been sat on earlier suddenly flew across the room, straight at Ben, throwing him back against the wall with such force, the legs of the chair crushed and splintered until it was pinned to his chest, his back up against the wall and unable to move. Ben tried to squirm, but the chair was holding firm with some kind of force. \n\nJay stumbled up to his feet “Tristan!? Look ... I don’t know what the fuck is inside you but ... get it the fuck out already!!” \n\nTristan now charged at Jay, forcing him up against the wall “You don’t want to give your own boyfriend your dick to show your loyalty?! Maybe I should just take it!” he said before throwing the fox down to the ground, his head hitting the stone slabs hard, dazing him\n\nTristan dropped down on top of the dazed fox, pushing his nose into those soft sweatpants housing the semi hard length from its previous teasing “Such a sweet scent…” he cooed \n\nHe shoved his fingers into the waistband, and tugged them down forcibly along with his boxers - Jays’ dick bouncing free into the cool damp air of the room. “Your stupid raccoon boyfriend fell straight into my trap. And here I am, in his body, with his boyfriend’s dick right here for the taking.”\n\nBen blinked from the corner of the room. It was his deepest fantasies – in real life… his friend had had his body possessed! … His dick was already starting to grow from his sheath inside his pants, and there was nothing he could seem to do to stop it … “Jay!! Push him off!” he called out\n\nJay was still dazed, rubbing his head, still seeing stars and as he peered down Tristan was moving his muzzle down to his dick \n\nThe raccoon opened his muzzle and took the still semi hard fox dick into his muzzle, sucking on it softly at first, chewing gently… \n\nJay moaned out, it was all so familiar… it was as it had always been, but having heard what he’d just been told, he knew it wasn’t his boyfriend sucking him off… it was the knight who had possessed him! “…no…” He said weakly, trying to push on the raccoon’s head\n\nTristan growled…. Still swirling his tongue around the tip of the fox’s foreskin… but then starting to close his teeth around the base as it grew harder in his muzzle \n\nJay squirmed, feeling the teeth closing around the base of his dick... but still the tongue swirling around the head. “S…Stop It!! Let.. Let go!! FUCK! TRISTAN, LOOK WHAT YOU GOT US THE FUCK INTO THIS TIME!!” he shouted out \n\nTristan could taste the pre oozing from the fox’s dick, and the fox getting close to cumming, but as the dick began to throb and pulse, he simply chomped down hard, his teeth crunching straight through the fox’s dick flesh with a supernatural force that would never have been possible from Tristan’s jaw muscles alone. The effect was to bite Jay’s dick clean off, still oozing its pre in his muzzle as he moved his face from the fox’s crotch.\n\nJay squealed out loudly!! Reaching for his crotch as his body seemed to convulse, sparking off the orgasm which he had been on the edge of anyway, filling his hands with cum as he cupped his crotch. Not that it was on his mind, but the wound wasn’t gushing with blood as it should have been either..\n\nTristan reached up to his muzzle and slowly pulled the still hard fox dick from his muzzle and licked the tip of the foreskin “Mmmm… this is one tasty dick.” He said as he turned his attention to the mouse, spotting the tenting bulge at the front of his jeans …. “Oh, Ben, what is it that’s getting you all hard?” He said, dropping the fox dick on the Ouija board and walking over to the mouse, still being held firm by the chair. He reached over and placed his hand onto the top of Ben’s head … \n\nBen was shaking with fear as the friend he’d known for so long walked over and placed his hand on his head “Tristan, if you can hear me, please fight to get back in your body??” \n\nTristan smirked, having looked into the mouse boy’s mind just a little.. “Oh I see.” He said now having seen what the mouse boy had got so hard about “Ghosts aren’t supposed to do these kind of things, but then…” He paused and switched to a more serious tone “I have never played to the rules in my castle.” \n\nTristan pulled the chair from restraining ben against the wall, allowing him to stumble forward, only to then swing his fist round and punch the mouse boy square in the centre of his chest. \n\nRather than Ben being knocked backwards, he stayed in place, but from behind him suddenly out flew a semi-transparent version of the mouse boy, flying back and landing on the floor behind. The ghost had forced Ben’s soul clean from his body. \n\nBen’s body stood there for a moment... the scared expression on his face had faded to a more vacant one. \n\nBen’s spirit however sat up, thinking he had simply been knocked over, only to see himself still standing, slowly starting to fall backwards on top of him!! He raised his hands up to try to stop it but his body crashed down on top of him, and his arms and hands simply went straight through.\n\nBen stood up panicked, stepping back as if he shouldn’t be standing on his body “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?” he said, looking down at his body\n\nTristan took on that wicked grin again “What you always fantasised about! look how your body shakes just slightly just a little without its soul ... desperately trying to cling to life with nothing now in control.” \n\nBen watched as Tristan knelt down by the side of his body - running his hand over that tent in his jeans.. “Oh…. Ff…ffuck…” Ben said, blushing.. Just as his body had tented jeans.. so did he in his spirit form … he reached down to his ethereal crotch, rubbing but getting nothing other than a light tingling.. SHIT!! I … I cant ..” \n\n“Jerk Off?” Tristan said completing his sentence but not turning back “No. You don’t have a dick anymore. You don’t have a body anymore.. Now lets have a look at this cute mouse dick of yours hm?” He said unzipping the jeans of the vulnerable mouse body\n\nBen couldn’t do anything but watch as the biggest fantasy of his life was being played out in front of him \n\nTristan slid the jeans down, pulling the mouses briefs down with them – and there it was, Ben’s precious four and a half inch mouse dick, still hard from when he had realised Tristan was possessed… and should ben have been still in his body – hard from looking over himself as he was helpless to stop the raccoon.\n\nTristan moved his nose down to nose at the mouse’s length breathing in a scent the body hadn’t caught before – but seemed to enjoy just as much… \n\nBen turned away for a moment in embarrassment, knowing his dick would have had the scent of having pawwed just before they’d come out … he knew exactly what the ghost possessing Tristan would have caught with his nose… \n\nTristan gave the tip a lick ... “Such a sweet tasting mouse! … your dick will be mine too.” He smirked as he now pushed his fingers down its length, feeling it twitch to his attention. He starts to jerk the mouse’s length, it reacting on pure reflex than any thoughts going through its head… a little pre escaping its tip.. He pushed his fingers deep down into the sheath of that hard length and started squeezing, gripping tightly.. \n\nThe mouse’s body started reacting purely based on reflex rather than thought, it humped up slightly, into Tristan’s hand as he slowly moved his hand back and forth.. \n\nBen watched, and could almost feel some kind of orgasm building in his ethereal body… but unable to do anything about it .. trying to rub his crotch but feeling so little from it!.. he watched as his dick twitched and throbbed while being gripped – knowing how much his body was wanting to cum, being unable to stop anything going on …\n\nThen, without warning, Ben watched as his body climaxed, without him feeling anything from it, standing simply as a witness to the spilling of his own precious seed…\n\nBut before his body’s pleasure had even subsided he started to see the raccoon pulling… His dick starting to pull a little more from his sheath as he did .. “Wait!! What are you doing?!” Ben asked, even more concerned than before..\n\nTristan didn’t reply, simply pulling more, slowly and firmly – with that intense grip which once again would have been impossible if the raccoon’s body hadn’t been possessed.. his claws starting to dig and tear into that delicate sensitive member inside the mouse’s sheath. \n\nBen started seeing his length being almost torn inside his sheath, a couple of sickening dull snaps emanating from inside his body … the length drooling a little more of that last seed as it starts to pull even further from his sheath - his dick now looking more like 6 and a half inches than his usual four! “Please!! Don’t do this!!! Don’t pull my dick off!!”\n\nBut Tristan didn’t stop, as the flesh is torn ruptured, the noises continued until with one final tug, he pulled the mouse’s dick, torn off, from his sheath. \n\nBen’s body convulsed and twitched as the raccoon stood up holding the mouse’s severed length up to show him.. \n\nTristan now waved his hand at the mouse boy’s spirit “now get back in your body.” He said before shoving ben’s ethereal body back towards his physical.\n\nBen suddenly gasped! Only for the pain to hit him… he curled up on the floor clutching his sheath..\n\nTristan picked up the severed fox dick from the Ouija board, and carried the two severed dicks out of the room, and back into the room with the entrapped soul of the raccoon in the mirror.\n\n\nThe real Tristan, still locked in the mirror was pacing back and forwards in the room he was trapped in... he’d tried popping the hinges on the door, he’d tried wedging the chair into it – but nothing had worked… but now he saw his body return to in front of the mirror. He ran over to it – noticing he was holding two things… \n\n“W…Wh…. What the fuck..” He said as he recognised Jay’s dick in his hand on the other side of the mirror “You .. you cut off my boyfriend’s dick?! And … and Ben’s!? What kind of sick fuck are you?!” \n\nPossessed Tristan smirked, with the two severed dicks in one hand he unzipped his jeans once again … “There’s just one more to make the full set...” He grinned\n\nTristan blinked, wide eyed “WAIT!! NO! Don’t … don’t cut my dick off!! Fuck!! Please!!” \n\nIn the mirror he watched as his possessed self pulled that all so familiar dick from his jeans, and wrapped his hands around it “mmmhh it’s a long time since I did this” the green-eyed version of himself said looking through the mirror.\n\nTristan couldn’t believe what he was seeing… not only was a ghost in his body, but now the ghost was using his dick to get off!! For once in his life ... He couldn’t think of any words to say … \n\nMeanwhile, his possessed self was starting to move his hand back and forth, feeling how the raccoon’s dick felt and responded.. The ghost had never possessed a raccoon body before, so it was nice to see what yet another species’ dick felt like to have, to play with… And to experience its final orgasm. \n\nA small bead of pre escaped the tip, being worked over the head by his foreskin moving up and down over the shiny head… \n\nTristan’s body performed exactly as the ghost had hoped, feeling that orgasm rising quickly…And lifting up the severed dick of his fox boyfriend, starting to suck at the head, only brought it on quicker still…. \n\nTristan, locked in the mirror watched as his body climaxed… watching his dick pulse and throb in his own hand, and shoot its seed – hitting the mirror he was trapped in and dribbling down ... but having felt nothing… He looked up to his body’s face, still showing its pleasure.\n\n“You don’t know you’re alive until you are dead.” The possessed body said looking straight at him. “what a powerful orgasm... your dick is indeed very sensitive, but will be just as numb as these other two in a moment..” He said before reaching by the mirror where a small knife was hung from it.\n\nTristan watched as his possessed self, placed the severed dicks of Ben and Jay on the chair, and then still with his cum over his hand, brought the knife to the base of his dick. “NO!! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!!” He cried out … but it was all he could do, watching as the knife started slicing into his precious raccoonhood… remembering all the times he’d jerked off... all the times Jay had sucked him off... when he’d first found out how to cum…\n\nHis possessed body maintained that wicked grin looking down at his dick, it gradually coming looser in his hand … feeling all that sensation which had been active in it just seconds ago, slipping into numbness… And then it came free. \n\nStill dripping its seed – he brought it up and pushed it into his muzzle, sucking on what was his own dick… \n\nIt was at this point, Tristan noticed someone running into the room – It was Jay! \n\nJay growled and ran straight at the possessed Tristan, grabbing him - but in doing so – he saw his boyfriend’s severed dick fall to the ground from his muzzle “FUCK!! YOU FUCKING….!!” He spotted the real Tristan now in the mirror “Trist!!!” he shouted, picking up the chair – his and ben’s dicks dropping to the cold stone floor - and swinging it at the mirror. \n\nThe ghost possessing the raccoon’s body shouted out “NO!!” But it was too late, the chair impacted the glass surface – breaking the portal, ripping the ghost from Tristan’s body and pulling Tristan’s spirit back into it. \n\nTristan dropped to the floor, back in the dark room with just the torch light of his on the ground… There was a strange warm dull pain in his crotch and he looked down to see nothing above his balls, but the wound wasn’t gushing with blood.. something about whatever this ghost had done with the three of them hadn’t meant life threatening blood loss… \n\nJay ran over to him “Trist… please tell me you’re back!” \n\n“….. You’re back?” Tristan said looking up, rubbing his head \n\nJay dropped down to his knees and hugged him as tight as he could “Thank fuck you’re back...” \n\nBen walked into the room, limping just a little “uh.. guys… I think we need to leave..” He said looking round behind him where every object in the rooms had started to move... \n\nJay blinked and helped his raccoon up to his feet… just as they got up, they started hearing heavy doors slamming further up the corridor, footsteps starting at them from across the room, but seeing no one there… \n\nTristan ran… grabbing Jay’s hand he tugged him through the door. Ben dashed after them – the whole cellar starting to come crashing about them – all the objects began to fly at the three as they ran! Buckets exploded as they impacted the walls either side of them, benches flew over their heads - narrowly catching their ears -a chair smacked into the back of jay – with him crying out – but he stumbled, regained his footing and darted up the corridor heading up out of the cellars!\n\nThe three burst out into the room above, Tristan slammed the door - bolting it – just as some other heavy object impacted the door behind … \n\nTristan panted heavily ... “I think we know why there was shit leant up behind the door now...”\n \nJay, trying to catch his breath “… you .. and fucking ben…. Have cost us our fucking dicks!!” \n\nTristan looked back at the door “Maybe we could go get them….” \n\nJay smacked the raccoon around the back of the head “WE ARE GOING!!!” He shouted \n\nFor once, Tristan decided not to argue … and the three left the castle a little lighter than they had entered… facing a future where the only pleasure they were going to get was from toys … or other boys…", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Warning: this story contains scenes of Penectomy (the removal of the penis), Supernatural beings (a ghost), Possession (the taking over of a body that was previously someone else’s), Out of body experiences (Where the soul of a character is witnessing what is done with their body), and has scenes which are of a gay sexual nature. Scenes exist in consensual and non-consensual situations. If you don’t like any of this, please close the document now.

It was mid-October and the spectre of Halloween was looming on the horizon. Everywhere, people were decorating their houses and getting into a spooky mood.

It was on this dark, cold evening that a couple plus one of their friends, all the age of 18 had decided to have a spooky film night. Tristan and Jay had put their place forward to host it and the Ben had come over around seven.

The clock on the wall ticked softly, each second dragging as the glow of the television screen flickered across the dark room. Tristan, a raccoon wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt was stretched across the sofa, his striped tail hanging off the side as the eerie music of the ghost movie built to another dramatic crescendo.

“That’s it?” Jay, an 18-year-old fox wearing grey sweatpants and a red hoodie grumbled from the armchair, his fur bristling with disbelief. He leaned forward, clutching the popcorn bowl tightly in his lap. “All that buildup, and the ghost just disappears in a puff of smoke?”

Tristan snorted, his fingers tapping on the cushions. “Come on, man, it’s an oldskool horror film. You’ve gotta appreciate the classics.”

“Yeah, but that ending was weak,” Jay replied, sinking back into his seat, his ears flicking in irritation. “I mean, we could’ve written something scarier.”

“Maybe,” came a voice from the corner of the room. Ben, a brown furred mouse wearing jeans with a black hoodie, and generally the quietest of the group, adjusted his glasses and glanced up from the book he’d been reading during the film. The mouse’s eyes gleamed in the dim light. “But some of the old ghost stories, like the ones around here, are way scarier than any movie.”

Tristan’s ears perked up, and he sat up a little more, intrigued. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Ben didn’t answer right away, his gaze lingering on the final credits rolling across the screen. He seemed to be thinking it over, as though deciding whether or not to share what was on his mind. Finally, he set his book down and leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Blackrock Castle.”

Jay shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh no,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I know where this is going, and I’m not interested. And Ben, what the fuck is with the ..” he switched to a loud whisper “Dramaa!!” he rolled his eyes

Tristan, ever the thrill-seeker, grinned wider, his face lighting up with excitement. “Come on, Jay, let’s hear him out.”

Ben cleared his throat and continued; his voice low. “You’ve both heard the stories, right? Blackrock Castle. Ruins on the edge of town. They say a knight died there centuries ago, betrayed by one of his own men. Now his ghost haunts the place, searching for revenge.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard that one.” Jay waved a hand dismissively, but Tristan’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of danger.

“Think about it,” Tristan said, leaning forward eagerly. “What if we go check it out? Tomorrow night. Ghost hunt at Blackrock Castle.”

Jay’s mouth opened, ready to shoot the idea down, but Tristan’s grin was infectious. He was always like this - coming up with some wild adventure, dragging them along. And even though Jay hated the idea of anything even remotely supernatural, he couldn’t deny curiosity that crawled up his spine.

Ben looked back and forth between his friends, a smile crossing his face. “It’s Halloween! Perfect time for something like this.”

“I don’t know, guys,” Jay muttered, his voice dropping as he glanced at the flickering shadows dancing on the wall. “You remember what happened the last time we went exploring at night?”

Tristan laughed “Come on, Jay, that was a freak accident. This’ll be different. It’ll be fun!”

Jay groaned, pulling the hood of his hoodie up over his head, trying to block out the growing sense of dread. “I almost lost my foot in that hole!! ...” But he knew it was too late. He’d be going with them. He always did.

Tristan leaned back against the cushions, satisfied. “Alright then. Tomorrow night, we’re heading to Blackrock Castle. Let’s see if those ghost stories are true.”

As the final note of eerie music from the film’s credits finished, Jay stared at the darkened TV screen, starting to feel uneasy about the whole thing. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the windows. “Great,” he muttered, sinking deeper into his chair. “What could possibly go wrong?” he said, his voice loaded with sarcasm.

Tristan swung his legs off the sofa and stood up – padding over to Jay “Hey, who’s my grumpy fox?” He said getting up close and perching himself on the chair arm

Jay, maintaining his grumpy expression, didn’t move his head, just simply side glanced up at the raccoon

Tristan smirked and reached out, gently placing his hand on the side of the grumpy fox boy’s muzzle, turning his head towards him, and planting a kiss squarely on his nose “I love it when you’re grumpy” he said with a smile

Jay’s grumpy composure began to melt, starting to blush and taking on a more goofy expression “Yeah… well …” the fox said quietly

Ben giggled from across the room “Yeah. Ever since that time we were fishing a few years back, and SOMEONE, and lets not start that argument back up, but SOMEONE forgot the packed lunch... Boy was that a row…”

Tristan smirked looking back to Jay beside him “Yeah, and just after you called me .. what was it? A stripey tailed, supposedly clever, mask faced jerk… I moved in with a kiss.”

Jay’s brow dropped again, knowing that Tristan effectively moving in for a kiss, when the electric between them had been there for at least a year before had effectively shut down that argument. He humphs.. “Yeah.”

Ben laughed “And then I got to see parts of you guys which … uh… well it made it difficult to fish…”

Tristan grinned and looked over to Ben “Yeaaahh… but, I’d kinda felt like I loved this foxy for a while and it all kinda... came gushing out... And talking about that… Isn’t it time for beddy byes for the foxy fluff??” he said looking back at Jay

Jay finally broke into a smirk “Jeez Trist, you are a frickin’ goofball.” He said moving up a hand to gently bap the raccoon over the face

Ben got himself up and walked over to the sofa that the raccoon had been watching the film on, pulling out a big poofy sleeping bag from behind it and spreading it out on top.

Jay pushed himself up out of the chair and as Tristan stood up, he slapped the raccoon over the butt “go on then sneaky face. Bed time.” He said picking up the remote and turning the TV off.

Ben was fetching his backpack over to the sofa “Night you guys! … Maybe worth laying in tomorrow if we are gonna be up late at the castle?”

Tristan, already heading for the door to the bedroom looked over to the mouse “Sure! Good shout! Let’s be up for breakfast at midday huh?”

Ben nodded, knowing he’d probably wake up around 10, but he could laze about until the other guys were up.

Tristan raised his hand slightly “Night Ben!” he said before wandering into the bedroom

Jay followed suit, “Night Ben…” before stopping just round the door, peeking his head back out to look at the mouse “Everything tomorrow night? Your fault.” he said with a fake angry look on his face

Ben smirked “Night Jay!”

Jay closed the door, and the living room fell quiet.

Tristan had already pulled his jeans down, hopping about on one foot in just his white briefs as he tried to get his feet out of them.

Jay pulled off his hoodie and slipped down his sweatpants before getting into bed, still in his red boxers. Tristan followed a minute later and jay asked “You sure we wanna be going to the castle tomorrow night?”

Tristan nodded “Yeah! Its some old spooky ruin! How frickin’ epic would it be – if we get to see a ghost?!”

Jay sighed and rolled his eyes “Fine, but if someone catches us inside – you and Ben are taking the wrap for it.”

Tristan grinned and scooted up close, rubbing a hand down the fox’s white fluffy tummy “Oh you just worry too much. What’s the worst that could happen? Fox foot stuck in a hole?” He grinned, before pushing his hand slowly under the waistband of Jay’s boxer shorts.

Jay looked down his tum, feeling the wandering raccoon hand exploring into his undies “Well we could like die? Fall off a wall? Castle fall on us?”

The raccoon grasped at jay’s soft dick, hidden away still in his undies “Yuhuh, well lets not go standing on dodgy walls then hm?” He said starting to tease, his own dick already tenting his briefs.

Jay let out a quiet happy moan… “Ok..” He said watching his boyfriend now scoot down under the covers, the duvet being lifted up before falling back down over his stomach so he couldn’t see what was being done.

Tristan pulled his hands free from the shorts, only to grasp at the waistband and slip them down, letting his fox’s dick bounce free. A precious uncut dick with plenty of floppy foreskin. Though he himself was uncut, he envied Jay, as he hadn’t any excess skin over the end of his own, and when he was hard it retracted on its own. Whereas Jay, even when he was hard, the head of his dick was still hugged and protected by that sweet floppy skin.. He nosed at the tip, always having loved his fox’s scent... The first time he’d ever caught it was on that boat that Ben had mentioned earlier and since that day he couldn’t ever get enough of it…

Though jay’s dick was only semi – The raccoon wasn’t going to hold back – opening his muzzle and engulfing it in warmth, his sharp teeth nibbling at the soft shaft ever so slightly as if encouraging it to harden up…

Jay let out a quiet squeak, he couldn’t see what the raccoon was doing to his dick, but the warmth, the chewing, he knew his raccoon was doing what raccoons do… putting things in their mouths… and he was ok with his raccoon chowing down on his dick… he was very good at it.

Tristan felt the fox’s dick getting harder quickly and with the sweet salty taste of the fox meat coupled with his fox’s scent, he couldn’t help but move one of his hands down to his crotch. Sliding his hand into his briefs he pulled his own dick free from them, gently rubbing it, teasing his thumb over the underside of the head… He started to bob his head up and down the toy he had all to himself in the little duvet cocoon he’d made... just him, a pair of fox legs and the dick and balls which were attached between them… all for him!

Jay grasped at the sheets beside him, he knew the raccoon could push every one of his buttons, and there was no resisting … then he remembered what happened last time … and between breaths he asked “D..do you have a tshirt .. to mess on….” He said with his eyes closed

There was some indistinguishable grumbling noises coming from inside the duvet, and he felt the raccoon’s muzzle pull from his dick, and watched as an arm reached out from the duvet, over the side, pulling the duvet slightly – it falling, cold onto his hard warm slick dick.

Jay squeaked again with the cold material contacting his sensitive dick, squirming “Fuck sake Trist!...”

The arm pulled in the t-shirt that Tristan had been wearing today and tugged it under the duvet… With a little bit of fidgeting, the warm muzzle returned to jay’s dick, and this time the raccoon’s tongue was exploring round the tip of his foreskin, still up round the tip of his dick… he felt the tongue exploring just a little into the tip, before pushing its way inside, down around the sensitive head, so rarely ever exposed, never being rubbed or touched by his underwear – purely there, preserved as sensitive as can be for when he or his boyfriend decides to tease at it..

Jay once more grasped at the sheets, digging in his claws, feeling his climax rising. It wasn’t coming as it would normally when he would paw off... this was being dragged down the tracks by a hungry raccoon – it was coming, and it was coming quickly!!
 
Tristan knew his fox couldn’t resist his teasing, gently resting his upper teeth against the hard fox dick as he pulled his tongue from his foreskin, sliding down and back up, nibbling at the very tip of that sensitive skin… and all the time jerking himself off over that t-shirt he’d been reminded to place under him…

“Ff..fuck Trist.. i…..d..don’t stop..” Jay said, his face scrunched up in focus, his dick throbbing and as hard as it could ever get as he tensed up.

Tristan felt his toy firming up to become as solid as a rock… the simple feeling of his fox’s dick hitting the edge of its climax, thanks to the actions of his muzzle was enough for him to finally shoot his own seed forcefully over the t-shirt under him… and as he did – Jay fired his ropes of cum up against the roof of his muzzle, only helping to prolong the raccoon’s own orgasm. His muzzle filled with his boyfriend’s cum, unable to swallow while he was in the middle of his own climax... but as his faded, he finally swallowed the huge load his fox had gifted him… finishing off by pulling his muzzle up to the top, and once more pushing his tongue inside that jelly like foreskin, lapping at the now over-sensitive head.

“AH!!” Jay cried out “F..FUCK .. y-you know how sensitive I am!!” he said with a raised voice, squirming

Tristan let the softening fox dick flop from his muzzle onto the fox’s white tummy and slowly moved up, still over the top of him – his fluffy ears and face slowly pushing out from under the duvet above Jay’s chest. He had his mischievous grin on his face “Yeah.. but I gotta make sure I get aaaaaaalllll the pressy you give me don’t I?”

Jay grabbed one of Tristan’s pillows and bopped his raccoon on the face with it “Pfff!! … yuhuh! Well get that soggy t-shirt out of bed before I go putting my foot in it…..”

Tristan stuck his tongue out and vanished back under the duvet before emerging out the side, balling up the t-shirt he’d shot his own load into. He dropped it on the floor before hopping back into bed and snuggling up beside Jay. “Love you, Mr grumpy fluff” He said nosing the fox’s face.


Out in the living room, Ben was giving himself a little light relief too. He was looking over a picture on an art site of a mouse boy getting his soul pulled from his body, imagining the vulnerability he would be feeling, looking back at his body – the bulge in its pants no longer associated with him… He pawed furiously at his tapered mouse dick stuck straight out from its sheath. It wasn’t the biggest – at only four and a half inches, but it was his, and he made lots of use out of it!  

He imagined his soul being placed in a bottle, looking out at his body as it fell to the ground and then his captor moving over to inspect it, undress it and play with its once so private bits.. maybe even drawing it to cum in its pre-death comatose state, unable to feel the last orgasm it ever had…. And that was when he squeaked… shooting his seed over his hand as he humped up into it.. He panted, grabbing his undies that he’d left beside him and cleaning himself up – then finally saving the picture into his special folder, full of similar pictures, soul stealing, soul vore, possession, and a number of other types.. but now it was time to sleep.

The mouse pulled his sleeping bag back up over him, put his phone on charge and closed his eyes to drift off to sleep.


The next morning came, and as Ben had figured, he woke up around 10, and ended up doing some research into Blackrock Castle and what had gone on at the castle through its history.

At midday, Jay and Tristan emerged from the bedroom and the three boys had lunch and got themselves psyched up for the evening. Jay – still not being especially excited about the prospect, but if Tristan was doing it – he was doing it.

As the evening set in, the three boys grabbed their coats, phones and spare torches, and headed out into the cold fall air. It had rained through the day, but having now stopped, the streets were shiny with left over rainwater glinting in the glow of the streetlights.

With just a few hundred feet left, and the gatehouse looming large up the road Ben spoke up “So … does anyone know how we are getting in? The gatehouse will be locked up, and there’s a big fence around the whole of the grounds?”

Tristan looked over at Ben “You never sneaked in after it closed in summer as a kid?”

Ben looked back with an unsurprised look on his face “No, but I’m sure sneaky paws Trist did hm?”

Tristan shrugged his shoulders “Well, why would any kid not want a castle to play in for himself?” he said before stopping the group and pointing down a small path running down the side of an old white walled thatched cottage “Down here.” He said leading the way.

The path was narrow, with the wall of the cottage on the left and an overgrown hedgerow on the right. As the three emerged behind the cottage, they found themselves on the bank of a stream.

Tristan waved follow “This is the stream which fills what’s left of the moat.”

Jay spoke up “We better not be wading into any streams Trist. Or you can forget everything!”

The raccoon just dismissed his concern “Nah – you’ll see.”

As the three made their way down the sludgy bank of the stream, they eventually found themselves faced with the big metal fence which Ben had mentioned earlier.. though the fence went over the stream from bank to bank. At one point it looked like an extra gate had been welded to it that would have hung below and into the stream, but it had been bashed in by person or flood water at some point, leaving a fairly large gap.

Tristan went in first, holding onto the bottom of the fence, and ducking under, his feet still against the bank, and leaning over the stream – only to get his footing on the other side and standing up “Tadaah!”

Jay and ben followed, finally in the castle grounds, walking over the part of the moat which silted up and now was nothing more than grass, and climbing up the grassy moat side to the top. About three hundred feet away loomed the castle ruins. A large square keep with square towers on each corner, one side having collapsed and being left open.

As they walked across the grounds, the clouds started to clear, and a bright full moon bathed the whole site in a silvery light.

Ben was looking round, seeing if firstly, there were any security guards, and secondly looking to see if he could spot any spooky stuff going on “You know, the castle was sieged in 1470, and there was a big battle when they broke through into here. Right where we are walking there will have been hundreds of guys killed…”

Jay turned to look at Ben “Good thing it’s not 1470 then hm?”

Just then the three stopped dead in their tracks. They were getting closer to the castle – and they heard what sounded like the sound of swords clashing..

Ben blinked “What’s that!?”

Even Jay had had a moment, his adrenaline peaking for a moment before taking a breath “It.. it’s probably something metal…”

Tristan started heading for the source of the sound, it starting to get louder … As they got closer to one of the large castle walls, they saw an arched door leading inside what looked like it could be cellars … the clanging stopped.

Ben studied the entrance way “It’s stopped.”

Jay came straight back to him “Thanks for the update, captain obvious..”

Tristan walked into the darkened gloom of the vaulted room.. he couldn’t see much, but there were a few pillars lined up through it...

They three of them were about halfway in when a cold wind whipped around them, and suddenly – from the corner of the room – the sound of swords striking each other again!

All three jumped with jay shouting out “SHIT!!”

Tristan ran straight for the noise – only to find an old metal gate, padlocked in front of a door, and a chain with what looked like a bar of metal that used to be part of the securing of it, swinging in the breeze, occasionally catching on one of the bars with a clang.  “It’s ok! ….. its not a ghost..” Tristan called out switching his torch on to look at the door and the padlock

Jay and Ben walked over, with Jay knowing exactly what Tristan was thinking

“No Trist, the padlock is there for a reason.” Jay said with a sigh

Tristan nodded “Yep!” he said before starting to play with the combination wheels “To see if it can stop me opening it!”

Jay sighed again “No. It means you’re not supposed to go in there! WE are not supposed to go in there.”

Tristan however, with his skilful hands had already worked out the combination, pressed the button and the rusty lock clicked…. Though having unlocked didn’t come open until he gave it a bit of a tug. “Looks like this hasn’t been open in a long time.” he said dropping the padlock on the ground and grabbing the iron gate, pulling it open with a loud rusty hinged groan.

Ben winced at the sound of the gate.. “Every horror film has a creaky door huh..” He said

With the iron gate open, the door just behind it was now reachable, and the raccoon walked over, pushing the latch up and opened it- with another pair of squeaking iron hinges. “Hello!!!? Is Mr Knight looking for revenge home!?” Tristan called out with a laugh

His voice echoed around what sounded like a cavernous room, with a window allowing some moonlight to shine through and cast its shape on the wall opposite.

Tristan walked in before Jay could even protest “Wow this is pretty cool! I wonder what happened in here all those years ago!”

 Jay and Ben followed the raccoon in, staying fairly close together. The whole place smelled of mustiness, and damp stone. Jay shone his torch around the room, spotting there were rooms and corridors off this main room, and that there was a big grand fireplace up against one of the walls with a coat of arms above it.

Ben recognised the coat of arms “Oh, that’s the coat of arms of the guy who killed the knight. He never had kids though, cos ... Well, the knight was a bit crazy... and uh... He probably deserved to die.” He said, keeping a little more information held back

Meanwhile Tristan had walked off once again – heading to a door which had been bolted shut, and some caution tape across it.

Jay panned his torch around, seeing his raccoon once again going to what appeared to be the dodgiest part of the castle he could find “Trist for fuck’s sake! Cant we explore the other OPEN bits of this forbidden, dangerous section we aren’t supposed to be in, BEFORE going to the DOUBLEY dangerous, extra forbidden sections?!”

“Nope!” Tristan said, pulling the caution tape off and grabbing one of the bolts. The bolt was stuck tight, as if it had been like that for decades. “It’s stuck...”

“Good! Lets go look over here...” Jay replied starting to walk over towards one of the open rooms

Tristan wasn’t having any of it. He looked around and grabbed a piece of stone which must have dropped from somewhere above at some point and started hammering it against the bolt.

Ben looked around, the bangs echoing around the room, and a number of pigeons in the corners of the room getting disturbed and flapping around the roof before flying out of the window.

Jay walked over to stop the raccoon from damaging the door, but as he got there – there was a squeak as the rock struck – and the bolt came free. “Trist, whatever is behind that door is not somewhere we should be, ok?”

“Ok!” Tristan said before pulling the door open.

From out of the darkness behind the door – a pile of wood which must have fallen against it years ago suddenly fell straight forward, narrowly missing Tristan’s feet and making an enormous clatter, sending dust up into the air.

Even Tristan jumped back, bumping into Jay and then started coughing at the dust cloud.

Ben walked forward, tucking his nose into the neck of his hoodie and looked inside with his own torch… inside was a corridor, going down into the ground “Oh! … I think I know what this is!”
 
Tristan and Jay had just about finished coughing when Jay finally spoke up “What?”

Ben scanned the corridor down with his torch and could see where it levelled off “So ... I think these are kinda like some secret cellars… or they used to be secret. They were bricked up for centuries, and then when discovered, some people went in to do a ghost hunt down there and … they kinda went a bit crazy... so they shut it all back up again.”

“Awesome!!” Said Tristan, pushing past the mouse and heading straight down the corridor “I wonder if we can find what made them go crazy!”

Jay blinked as the raccoon barged his way past Ben and marched head long into the unknown, as per usual.

As Ben and Jay caught up, Tristan was already looking in the various rooms around the corridor...

“OH SHIT!” Tristan called out

Ben and Jay ran over into the darkened room with Tristan in – seeing that there was a Ouija board still sat in the room, with very dusty chairs around it and an old looking dusty glass perched on top

“No Trist,” Said Jay “We are not -”

He was cut off as Tristan walked over and pulled one of the dusty chairs back and sat down “Cmon! Lets give it a go!!”
 
Ben walked past Jay “It’s ok Jay, technically Ouija boards are just a wooden board with letters on... nothing dangerous – and apparently it can be subconscious movement moving the glass” he said sitting down across from the raccoon.

Jay sighed in exasperation then walked over and sat down. “Fine. What do we do.”

Tristan picked up the glass and dusted it off before dusting off the table with his hand and placing the glass back down, keeping one finger on it. “Ok, guys put one finger on the glass.”

Ben and Jay both moved their hand out and put their finger to the base of the upturned glass on the table.

There was silence in the room, and the air was completely still… the only sound was the occasional drip of moisture from the ceiling in a room a little further away into a puddle.

Ben spoke up “Nothing’s happening... but I suppose that’s the most likely thing…”

Tristan then called out “Is there anybody there?! Is the knight down here with us? It’s getting close to Halloween – we came to say hi!”

Their voices once more echoed round the room, but it faded to silence again.

They tried for fifteen minutes, which was as long as Jay was willing to have patience for, before Ben said “Maybe – we should try somewhere else?”

The very second he finished talking - there was a squeak, and ben’s chair, along with him in it – turned a few degrees.

Ben squeaked! “WHAT WAS THAT!? Fuck, Jay – did you just kick my chair?! Did you just move my chair!?!”

Jay had been startled by the noise “No?! Didn’t you just like push your chair to get out?!”

“NO!” Ben shouted back

The three friends still had their fingers on the glass, and it was during their panicked questioning that the glass suddenly began to squeak, and start to move.

Tristan grinned “It’s moving!!”

Jay took his finger off the glass “No, someone’s pushing it…” He said “Look, I’m not its still going...” he placed his finger back on the glass “Trist, take your finger off.”

Tristan did as he was told, and still the glass was moving.. he put his finger back on – and ben now took his finger off – and it was still moving – in a straight line towards the letter M..

Tristan leaned forward, his voice steady but tinged with excitement. “Do you have a message for us?” He glanced at the others, a grin breaking through. “Holy shit, guys, this is so cool!”

The glass trembled, then slid slowly across the board, stopping at a letter. I. Then it moved again, spelling out more letters—M I R R O R.

"Mirror?" Ben asked, frowning. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Tristan raised an eyebrow. “Is there a mirror down here somewhere?”

The glass darted toward the word Yes on the board, quicker this time, almost eager.

“Okay…” Tristan hesitated, then asked, “Do you want us to find it?”

The glass hesitated for a moment, then slid over to Yes - but jerked back to No - and then repeated, flipping between Yes and No with unsettling speed.

Ben, looking uneasy, spoke up. “Does it want... one of us to go find it?”

Jay, who had been silent until now, gave Ben a sceptical look. “Ben… Really? Yeah lets split up, good idea.”

But before anyone could respond, the glass lurched violently, skidding toward Tristan, nearly flying off the table as it landed between the letters M and N.

Tristan stared down at it. "M and N? What does that mean?"

He tentatively lifted the glass and placed it back at the centre. “We don’t understand. Can you—?”

The glass shot forward again, this time smacking right into Tristan’s chest. He flinched.

Ben’s voice cut through the silence. “I think it’s telling you to go look for the mirror.”

Jay groaned. “Ben, seriously?”

“Well, it’s targeting Tristan!” Ben shot back. "Maybe it's, I dunno, picking him for a reason."

Jay scoffed. “You know what Tristan gets up to when he's alone. Not the best plan."

Tristan pushed his chair back, already grabbing his torch. “I’m going to find the mirror. You guys stay here.” He was grinning, caught up in the thrill of it all. “This is gonna be awesome!”

Jay muttered under his breath. “Fine, but we’re not touching that damn glass again until you’re back.”

Tristan disappeared into the dark hallway, the light from his torch casting long shadows on the old, stone floor. There were only two rooms left he hadn’t explored. He wasn’t expecting to find anything, half-convinced he’d just come back empty-handed, laughing it all off. But as he entered the last room, his breath caught.

There, in the corner, was an ornate, old-fashioned mirror. Its heavy frame gleamed in the dim light, the kind of mirror you could tilt, resting on wheels in front of a chair. The air in the room felt... different. Thick.

“Uh… guys?” Tristan’s voice wavered as he called out. “There’s actually a mirror in here…”

Ben’s voice echoed from the other room. “Does it have a chair near it?”

Tristan shone the torch around and sure enough, not far from the mirror was a chair. “Yeah! Why?”

“You could try scrying! Just sit on the chair and look into the mirror, stare at your reflection and see if anything happens” Ben replied

Jay then called out “But if nothing happens, get your stripy tail back in this room.”

Tristan walked over to the dusty chair, shrugging off the grime—it wasn’t like his jeans could get any dirtier. He dragged the chair closer to the mirror and sat down, his reflection staring back at him. He placed the torch on the floor, casting a faint, eerie light that barely illuminated his face.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. Minutes ticked by in the dim silence, though his reflection seemed to waver, his features fading in and out, but Tristan chalked it up to his imagination. But then, as he squinted into the glass, something changed.

A shadow. Over his shoulder.

Tristan’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked, focusing on the shape behind him in the mirror - it looked like the face of a wolf, eyes gleaming. His breath caught in his throat.

He looked around, but the room was empty, just the cold darkness behind him. His heart pounded in his ears as he turned back to the mirror. The wolf was gone.

Tension crawled up his spine. He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing at the reflection. The room in the mirror began to shimmer, as if it was flickering, like there was a fire burning somewhere in the distance. But the real room remained as dark as before.

He blinked again, and this time, the fire was there - flames roaring in the fireplace in the reflection, lighting the space behind him. He glanced over his shoulder. Still nothing. But in the mirror, the fire crackled. And then, a movement.

A figure stepped into view behind him, grinning - a wolf. Its mouth stretched into a wicked smile, its eyes glinting. He looked to be dressed in fine medieval clothes.

Before Tristan could even cry out, he felt a heavy shove against his back, as if hands - real hands - had hit him. But his body didn’t budge. He blinked, disoriented, and when he refocused on the mirror, everything had changed.

The room in the reflection was dark and gloomy, but his surroundings were warm and lit by a fire that now burned in the very room he was in! The door behind him now closed. He stood up, heart racing, and tried the door—it was locked.

“Hey! Guys?!” His voice echoed. “Some really freaky shit is happening!”

Panic twisted in his gut. He turned back to the mirror, his breath catching. The reflection was still there, but something was wrong - his reflection was still sitting in the chair.

“What... the... hell?”

Tristan moved closer, eyes wide, staring at the bizarre image in front of him. His reflection was sitting, motionless, in the dark room, with the torch lying beside the chair like before. But his reflection was no longer just a mirror image - it was the real him.

Then, behind his real self, the wolf appeared again. Its green eyes burned like embers, glowing with a sinister light. The wolf leaned forward, its lips curling into that same evil grin.

“A raccoon,” it rasped, its voice deep and menacing. “Yes... you will do nicely.”

Tristan tried to speak, his voice catching in his throat. “Wait... who-?”

But before he could finish, the wolf's figure slithered into his body on the other side, merging with it, the body in the chair convulsing for a moment. Tristan’s eyes shifted from normal to glowing green, his expression twisting into that same wicked grin the wolf had worn.

He watched in horror as his real body stood up from the chair, eyes glowing, that wolfish grin plastered on his face.

His reflection, the real him - now fully possessed - spoke, using his voice rather than the raspy one the wolf had used before. “Your body is mine, raccoon.”

“No! No, this can’t be happening!” Tristan pounded on the mirror, his fists hitting the glass with a hollow, empty sound.

The wolf grinned wider, looking out through his own eyes, mocking him. “I’m you now.”

The horror dawned on him all at once—he was trapped. Trapped inside the mirror. His body was no longer his.

“Get out of my body!” Tristan screamed, slamming his fists against the glass. “It’s mine!”

But the wolf, now fully in control, only smirked, watching from the other side as Tristan’s panicked reflection continued to pound at the mirror, helplessly trapped inside the fire lit room.

“No, you silly boy. It is now mine.” The possessed Tristan replied, and then moved his hand down to his crotch to grope at himself “Oh, and what do I have here?”

Tristan watched as his possessed body groped himself, “WHAT!? Get off my junk!!”

The possessed Tristan grinned back before unzipping his jeans and reaching in, pulling out his dick and teasing it in front of the mirror…

“PLEASE! Stop!! Let me out of here!!! I want my body back!” Tristan called out but all he could do was watch as the ghost possessing his body shoved his dick back into his jeans and walked off out of the room..


Down the hall, Ben and Jay were still waiting at the table when Tristan walked back in.. his eyes glowing green.

Jay tilted his head “What did you do to your eyes?” He asked

Tristen smirked back “oh, just the dust got in my eyes...”

Ben wasn’t convinced “… Yeah maybe you should get your eyes cleaned out...”

Tristen ignored ben and walked over to the Jay and stood behind his chair rubbing his hands down his hoodie and down to his crotch, groping at him, feeling the fox’s dick squish in his hand.

Jay gently nosed at the raccoon’s cheek “You decided you are more horny than curious to check this place out now?”

Tristen snickered and nodded slightly “Maybe.. Hey, Ben, what happened with that knight anyway? What did he do that got people all angry and wanting to kill him?”

Ben swallowed and cleared his throat “Well... uh... he basically cut all the dicks off all his guards. Told them they all had to give up their dicks to show their loyalty – or they’d be killed… Didn’t make any friends from doing it … one of them ended up killing him a few weeks later.”

Tristan nodded “Ah. Sounds like a traitor… I s’pose it’s not so much to give your dick to someone to prove loyalty huh?” he said pushing his hand down into Jay’s boxers and squeezing at the fox’s semi hard member

Jay moaned quietly before wondering what Tristan was on about “Well.. Actually, that is kinda asking a lot really..”

Tristan grasped Jay’s dick a little harder “No, I don’t think so. You will give me your dick to prove how loyal you are wont you? You’re my boyfriend. It’s the least you can do, isn’t it?”

Jay realised something was up … “Trist... are you ok? What’s gone on?”

Ben got up from his chair “Yeah... I don’t think its T-Tristan.”

Tristan pulled his hand from the fox’s pants and stood up “Oh, is that so?”

Without warning, the chair Tristan had been sat on earlier suddenly flew across the room, straight at Ben, throwing him back against the wall with such force, the legs of the chair crushed and splintered until it was pinned to his chest, his back up against the wall and unable to move. Ben tried to squirm, but the chair was holding firm with some kind of force.  

Jay stumbled up to his feet “Tristan!? Look ... I don’t know what the fuck is inside you but ... get it the fuck out already!!”

Tristan now charged at Jay, forcing him up against the wall “You don’t want to give your own boyfriend your dick to show your loyalty?! Maybe I should just take it!” he said before throwing the fox down to the ground, his head hitting the stone slabs hard, dazing him

Tristan dropped down on top of the dazed fox, pushing his nose into those soft sweatpants housing the semi hard length from its previous teasing “Such a sweet scent…” he cooed

He shoved his fingers into the waistband, and tugged them down forcibly along with his boxers -   Jays’ dick bouncing free into the cool damp air of the room. “Your stupid raccoon boyfriend fell straight into my trap. And here I am, in his body, with his boyfriend’s dick right here for the taking.”

Ben blinked from the corner of the room. It was his deepest fantasies – in real life… his friend had had his body possessed! … His dick was already starting to grow from his sheath inside his pants, and there was nothing he could seem to do to stop it … “Jay!! Push him off!” he called out

Jay was still dazed, rubbing his head, still seeing stars and as he peered down Tristan was moving his muzzle down to his dick

The raccoon opened his muzzle and took the still semi hard fox dick into his muzzle, sucking on it softly at first, chewing gently…

Jay moaned out, it was all so familiar… it was as it had always been, but having heard what he’d just been told, he knew it wasn’t his boyfriend sucking him off… it was the knight who had possessed him! “…no…” He said weakly, trying to push on the raccoon’s head

Tristan growled…. Still swirling his tongue around the tip of the fox’s foreskin… but then starting to close his teeth around the base as it grew harder in his muzzle

Jay squirmed, feeling the teeth closing around the base of his dick... but still the tongue swirling around the head. “S…Stop It!! Let.. Let go!! FUCK! TRISTAN, LOOK WHAT YOU GOT US THE FUCK INTO THIS TIME!!” he shouted out

Tristan could taste the pre oozing from the fox’s dick, and the fox getting close to cumming, but as the dick began to throb and pulse, he simply chomped down hard, his teeth crunching straight through the fox’s dick flesh with a supernatural force that would never have been possible from Tristan’s jaw muscles alone. The effect was to bite Jay’s dick clean off, still oozing its pre in his muzzle as he moved his face from the fox’s crotch.

Jay squealed out loudly!! Reaching for his crotch as his body seemed to convulse, sparking off the orgasm which he had been on the edge of anyway, filling his hands with cum as he cupped his crotch. Not that it was on his mind, but the wound wasn’t gushing with blood as it should have been either..

Tristan reached up to his muzzle and slowly pulled the still hard fox dick from his muzzle and licked the tip of the foreskin “Mmmm… this is one tasty dick.” He said as he turned his attention to the mouse, spotting the tenting bulge at the front of his jeans …. “Oh, Ben, what is it that’s getting you all hard?” He said, dropping the fox dick on the Ouija board and walking over to the mouse, still being held firm by the chair. He reached over and placed his hand onto the top of Ben’s head …

Ben was shaking with fear as the friend he’d known for so long walked over and placed his hand on his head “Tristan, if you can hear me, please fight to get back in your body??”

Tristan smirked, having looked into the mouse boy’s mind just a little.. “Oh I see.” He said now having seen what the mouse boy had got so hard about “Ghosts aren’t supposed to do these kind of things, but then…” He paused and switched to a more serious tone “I have never played to the rules in my castle.”

Tristan pulled the chair from restraining ben against the wall, allowing him to stumble forward, only to then swing his fist round and punch the mouse boy square in the centre of his chest.

Rather than Ben being knocked backwards, he stayed in place, but from behind him suddenly out flew a semi-transparent version of the mouse boy, flying back and landing on the floor behind. The ghost had forced Ben’s soul clean from his body.

Ben’s body stood there for a moment... the scared expression on his face had faded to a more vacant one.

Ben’s spirit however sat up, thinking he had simply been knocked over, only to see himself still standing, slowly starting to fall backwards on top of him!! He raised his hands up to try to stop it but his body crashed down on top of him, and his arms and hands simply went straight through.

Ben stood up panicked, stepping back as if he shouldn’t be standing on his body “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?” he said, looking down at his body

Tristan took on that wicked grin again “What you always fantasised about! look how your body shakes just slightly just a little without its soul ... desperately trying to cling to life with nothing now in control.”

Ben watched as Tristan knelt down by the side of his body - running his hand over that tent in his jeans.. “Oh…. Ff…ffuck…” Ben said, blushing.. Just as his body had tented jeans.. so did he in his spirit form … he reached down to his ethereal crotch, rubbing but getting nothing other than a light tingling.. SHIT!! I … I cant ..”

“Jerk Off?” Tristan said completing his sentence but not turning back “No. You don’t have a dick anymore. You don’t have a body anymore.. Now lets have a look at this cute mouse dick of yours hm?” He said unzipping the jeans of the vulnerable mouse body

Ben couldn’t do anything but watch as the biggest fantasy of his life was being played out in front of him

Tristan slid the jeans down, pulling the mouses briefs down with them – and there it was, Ben’s precious four and a half inch mouse dick, still hard from when he had realised Tristan was possessed… and should ben have been still in his body – hard from looking over himself as he was helpless to stop the raccoon.

Tristan moved his nose down to nose at the mouse’s length breathing in a scent the body hadn’t caught before – but seemed to enjoy just as much…

Ben turned away for a moment in embarrassment, knowing his dick would have had the scent of having pawwed just before they’d come out … he knew exactly what the ghost possessing Tristan would have caught with his nose…

Tristan gave the tip a lick ... “Such a sweet tasting mouse! … your dick will be mine too.” He smirked as he now pushed his fingers down its length, feeling it twitch to his attention. He starts to jerk the mouse’s length, it reacting on pure reflex than any thoughts going through its head… a little pre escaping its tip.. He pushed his fingers deep down into the sheath of that hard length and started squeezing, gripping tightly..

The mouse’s body started reacting purely based on reflex rather than thought, it humped up slightly, into Tristan’s hand as he slowly moved his hand back and forth..

Ben watched, and could almost feel some kind of orgasm building in his ethereal body… but unable to do anything about it .. trying to rub his crotch but feeling so little from it!.. he watched as his dick twitched and throbbed while being gripped – knowing how much his body was wanting to cum, being unable to stop anything going on …

Then, without warning, Ben watched as his body climaxed, without him feeling anything from it, standing simply as a witness to the spilling of his own precious seed…

But before his body’s pleasure had even subsided he started to see the raccoon pulling… His dick starting to pull a little more from his sheath as he did .. “Wait!! What are you doing?!”  Ben asked, even more concerned than before..

Tristan didn’t reply, simply pulling more, slowly and firmly – with that intense grip which once again would have been impossible if the raccoon’s body hadn’t been possessed.. his claws starting to dig and tear into that delicate sensitive member inside the mouse’s sheath.

Ben started seeing his length being almost torn inside his sheath, a couple of sickening dull snaps emanating from inside his body … the length drooling a little more of that last seed as it starts to pull even further from his sheath  - his dick now looking more like 6 and a half inches than  his usual four! “Please!! Don’t do this!!! Don’t pull my dick off!!”

But Tristan didn’t stop, as the flesh is torn ruptured, the noises continued until with one final tug, he pulled the mouse’s dick, torn off, from his sheath.

Ben’s body convulsed and twitched as the raccoon stood up holding the mouse’s severed length up to show him..

Tristan now waved his hand at the mouse boy’s spirit “now get back in your body.” He said before shoving ben’s ethereal body back towards his physical.

Ben suddenly gasped! Only for the pain to hit him… he curled up on the floor clutching his sheath..

Tristan picked up the severed fox dick from the Ouija board, and carried the two severed dicks out of the room, and back into the room with the entrapped soul of the raccoon in the mirror.


The real Tristan, still locked in the mirror was pacing back and forwards in the room he was trapped in... he’d tried popping the hinges on the door, he’d tried wedging the chair into it – but nothing had worked… but now he saw his body return to in front of the mirror. He ran over to it – noticing he was holding two things…

“W…Wh…. What the fuck..” He said as he recognised Jay’s dick in his hand on the other side of the mirror “You .. you cut off my boyfriend’s dick?! And … and Ben’s!? What kind of sick fuck are you?!”

Possessed Tristan smirked, with the two severed dicks in one hand he unzipped his jeans once again … “There’s just one more to make the full set...” He grinned

Tristan blinked, wide eyed “WAIT!! NO! Don’t … don’t cut my dick off!! Fuck!! Please!!”

In the mirror he watched as his possessed self pulled that all so familiar dick from his jeans, and wrapped his hands around it “mmmhh it’s a long time since I did this” the green-eyed version of himself said looking through the mirror.

Tristan couldn’t believe what he was seeing… not only was a ghost in his body, but now the ghost was using his dick to get off!! For once in his life ... He couldn’t think of any words to say …

Meanwhile, his possessed self was starting to move his hand back and forth, feeling how the raccoon’s dick felt and responded.. The ghost had never possessed a raccoon body before, so it was nice to see what yet another species’ dick felt like to have, to play with… And to experience its final orgasm.  

A small bead of pre escaped the tip, being worked over the head by his foreskin moving up and down over the shiny head…

Tristan’s body performed exactly as the ghost had hoped, feeling that orgasm rising quickly…And lifting up the severed dick of his fox boyfriend, starting to suck at the head, only brought it on quicker still….

Tristan, locked in the mirror watched as his body climaxed… watching his dick pulse and throb in his own hand, and shoot its seed – hitting the mirror he was trapped in and dribbling down ... but having felt nothing… He looked up to his body’s face, still showing its pleasure.

“You don’t know you’re alive until you are dead.” The possessed body said looking straight at him. “what a powerful orgasm... your dick is indeed very sensitive, but will be just as numb as these other two in a moment..” He said before reaching by the mirror where a small knife was hung from it.

Tristan watched as his possessed self, placed the severed dicks of Ben and Jay on the chair, and then still with his cum over his hand, brought the knife to the base of his dick. “NO!! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!!” He cried out … but it was all he could do, watching as the knife started slicing into his precious raccoonhood… remembering all the times he’d jerked off... all the times Jay had sucked him off... when he’d first found out how to cum…

His possessed body maintained that wicked grin looking down at his dick, it gradually coming looser in his hand … feeling all that sensation which had been active in it just seconds ago, slipping into numbness… And then it came free.

Still dripping its seed – he brought it up and pushed it into his muzzle, sucking on what was his own dick…

It was at this point, Tristan noticed someone running into the room – It was Jay!

Jay growled and ran straight at the possessed Tristan, grabbing him - but in doing so – he saw his boyfriend’s severed dick fall to the ground from his muzzle “FUCK!! YOU FUCKING….!!” He spotted the real Tristan now in the mirror “Trist!!!” he shouted, picking up the chair – his and ben’s dicks dropping to the cold stone floor - and swinging it at the mirror.

The ghost possessing the raccoon’s body shouted out “NO!!” But it was too late, the chair impacted the glass surface – breaking the portal, ripping the ghost from Tristan’s body and pulling Tristan’s spirit back into it.

Tristan dropped to the floor, back in the dark room with just the torch light of his on the ground… There was a strange warm dull pain in his crotch and he looked down to see nothing above his balls, but the wound wasn’t gushing with blood.. something about whatever this ghost had done with the three of them hadn’t meant life threatening blood loss…

Jay ran over to him “Trist… please tell me you’re back!”

“….. You’re back?” Tristan said looking up, rubbing his head

Jay dropped down to his knees and hugged him as tight as he could “Thank fuck you’re back...”

Ben walked into the room, limping just a little “uh.. guys… I think we need to leave..” He said looking round behind him where every object in the rooms had started to move...

Jay blinked and helped his raccoon up to his feet… just as they got up, they started hearing heavy doors slamming further up the corridor, footsteps starting at them from across the room, but seeing no one there…

Tristan ran… grabbing Jay’s hand he tugged him through the door. Ben dashed after them – the whole cellar starting to come crashing about them – all the objects began to fly at the three as they ran! Buckets exploded as they impacted the walls either side of them, benches flew over their heads - narrowly catching their ears -a chair smacked into the back of jay – with him crying out – but he stumbled, regained his footing and darted up the corridor heading up out of the cellars!

The three burst out into the room above, Tristan slammed the door - bolting it – just as some other heavy object impacted the door behind …

Tristan panted heavily ... “I think we know why there was shit leant up behind the door now...”
 
Jay, trying to catch his breath “… you .. and fucking ben…. Have cost us our fucking dicks!!”

Tristan looked back at the door “Maybe we could go get them….”

Jay smacked the raccoon around the back of the head “WE ARE GOING!!!” He shouted

For once, Tristan decided not to argue … and the three left the castle a little lighter than they had entered… facing a future where the only pleasure they were going to get was from toys … or other boys…", "pools_count": 0, "title": "The Knight of Blackrock Castle", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "2", "views": "176" }