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Halloween Tales: The Party

A collaborative work by: darkwolfswordsman65/ Kane Fenris and MagnusZero

Description: A couple of guests at a Halloween Party find themselves really getting into the season!

Chapter 1

The night was still young and the party was just starting. All the guests were lining up to get into the big event. It was the talk of town for everyone to go. It was too be the first annual Halloween bash at the Styler Mansion. The mansion was abandoned for many years until it recently was renovated by its new owner.

The mansion was massive and back in the day, was the envy all around. The extensive property was on the outskirts of town and build from the best materials around. The house itself was at least the length of a football field with towering turrets jutting up from the building in various locations. A large tower stood up from the main door with beautiful stain glass that sparkled from the lights within.

A young man walked up towards the mansion seeming to be in awe at the buildings sheer size and grandeur. The young man’s black hair waved in the gentle night breeze as he walked up towards the mansion. He held a small envelope in his one hand while the other pulled his jacket shut from the slight chill. He spotted and older woman sitting a table seeming to be answering questions from people so he decided to walk up to her.

“Evening young man are you here for the Halloween Party?” she asks.

“I think so. I got this invitation in the mail and was instructed to come here.” The young man said offering the envelope to her.

The woman took it and looked it over before pulling out the invitation. Inside was a beautifully made card in the shape a jack-o-lantern with gold filigree for the carved out parts.

“Why yes! This is the spot! But you have a special invitation Mr. Rex.” She says squinting at the name on the envelope.

“Special invitation? What’s so special?” Rex asked pushing his glasses up his nose a bit while looking around.

“The owner of the Mansion wanted to give certain random guests a unique experience. I can’t say what he has planned for that is his doings. I was just told to tell people who show up with this card to go through the side door down that path.” She says pointing down a cobblestone path along the side of the house. There were little lanterns placed on metal shepherd hooks set a few feet from each other down the path.

Rex gulped a bit unsure of how this change in events would be. He looked at the woman a moment before fixing his black hair a moment.

“Thank you. I guess I will go see what the big deal is then.” He said steeling himself before starting to walk down the path.

“Have fun and happy Halloween!’ she called out after him.

Rex just simply nodded towards the woman as he stepped down the path. The sound of crunching leaves echoed in his ears as he followed the simple path lights. Soon he found himself at a second entrance. Unlike the front main entrance that was grand and overly dramatic this one was simple with a small covered area with a large wooden door. He took a breath before twisting the handle and heading inside.

Once inside he found himself in a large room decorated with various Halloween décor. There were a few tables littered with foods and even one with various drinks. A bar was set up along a wall with a man in a suit serving drinks. A few guests seemed to be milling about talking with others or getting themselves food. The sound of loud music could be heard across the building presumably from the main party.

“Evening young man, may I see your invitation?” A deep voice suddenly said pulling Rex back to reality. He turned and saw a large man with a good amount of scruff on his face. His mouth was twisted into a very charming, yet sinister grin, and he thought his teeth looked a bit pointy.

“Oh uh…yeah. Here it is.” Rex said holding up the envelope to the man who took it and opened it a moment.

“Good. Just need to make sure those here are by invitation. If you don’t want to stay here you can always join the main party. Sam, our host, thought it would be nice to invite certain people to have some fun away from the huge crowd.” The man said again in that deep rumbling voice.

“Ok thank you, but uhm…what is there to do? I never went to a party like this.” Rex said while blushing.

“Well eat, there’s plenty of food or grab yourself a drink and mingle. If you want you could always borrow a costume. Halloween is Sam’s favorite holiday so he spares no expense on throwing a lavish party.” The man chuckled.

“A costume? Is it needed?” Rex asked.

“Well it can help break the ice. It can even let you be whoever or whatever you want for the night.” The man grinned.

“Hmm…that could actually be a bit useful…and a good idea to break the ice.” Rex chuckled a bit. “Where do I find a costume?”

“Oh there’s a small room towards the back of the hallway there.” The man said pointing towards a short hallway just off the entrance. “There are all sorts of them in there. If you need to take off your clothes for the costume there are little lockers you can put them in for the night.”

“Wow this Sam really did think of everything didn’t he!”

“He always does.” The man smirked. “Oh and just a fair warning. Those two guys at the bar are my friends. “ The man started to explain while pointing towards two young men at the counter talking and laughing. One was slightly shorter than the other with short brown hair and brown eyes. The other was taller with hazel eyes and brown hair.

“Should…I be worried?” Rex asked getting a bit nervous.

“Oh no! Well…they can get a bit..out of hand this time of year. It’s their favorite Holiday and they like to let go and enjoy things. Their names of Thom, the shorter one, and Kyle is the other one. If you need anything feel free to chat them up. Need to go welcome the other guests.” The man said.

“Oh wait what’s your name?” Rex asked but the other man was already across the room towards the entryway door. “Oh well.” He sighed looking towards the bar a moment towards the other two men before heading down the short hallway.

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The red carpet of the ballroom spilled down the narrow hallway, guiding Rex with each step he made towards the apparent "costume room." Sam must be of great wealth to lavish such a large estate like this, thought Rex while adjusting his glasses, admiring a suit of armor decorated in black and orange batwings along the neck. Just a short distance down the hallway brought him to the first door, the youth hesitating for a moment as he turned the knob to step in.

"O excuse me," spoke a tall man with blonde hair, carefully slipping past the youth as the door pulled open. Rex immediately stuttered to apologize as he moved to the side, realizing with some embarrassment of the mirror and sink staring right at him from the door that this was the restroom.

"Whoops, heh heh. Wrong room." With a shake of his head, Rex proceeded a few steps down further till he came across another door on the left, this one having an ornate carving of a griffin in center of the red oak door. Taking the knob in his hand, he gave a slow turn and shoved forward as hinges creaked open to pull him inside.

"WOAH!" Rex's face lit up with joy, like wandering into Santa's workshop as the door shut behind him, clicking in place.

A small chandelier dangled in place at the center of the room, illuminating the three aisles of clothes that hung on large racks as Rex wandered forward. There must've been over a hundred different costumes all packed in this one room, which was just a bit smaller than the ballroom he previously came from. He jumped in place with excitement as he approached the first rack, pulling a few coats forward as his eyes traced over each outfit.

"My god, this is insane! A-and there's so many to pick from too!," Rex chuckled, rubbing a hand over a green garment sleeve he pulled out. The material shimmered well from the lighting, the arm-sleeves feeling rather thin and stretching like a spandex suit, taking the outfit on its hanger out to get a closer look. His hand started to feel rather moist and sticky, as if the outer skin was slimy with green to go with the yellow underbelly of the suit. "Erghh...man this is nuts," Rex exclaimed with a wide eye, figuring this must be a frog costume from the beady red-eyed hood with a rounded top as he pulled it forth. "Mmmmm, I think I can pass on this one," he chuckled before putting the outfit hanger back on the rack, then rubbing off the soft slime on his leg pants.

Rex ran a hand down the first row of costumes he saw, his fingers tickling some from the different fabrics and ornaments he touched that aligned on each garment. From a blue pixie outfit to a full-on orange tiger garb with a snaky tail, it was so difficult to make up his mind on what to wear. He could spend hours in this huge closet before coming to a decision, each one beckoning a new tune to him as the youth pranced up and down the aisles.

At one point in the second row, Rex's eyes briefly fixed on the long, red spiked tail that pushed out from the rack, reaching down to follow where it lead in the sea of clothes. The texture felt rather smooth and durable all the same as until he reached the end to pull the suit out; the red dragon outfit felt rather hefty in weight compared to the other suits he examined, and even its yellow underbelly felt more soft and plush to the touch than the durable scaled sleeves and legs that made up the bulk of the costume. "Hmmmm, I think this might-OH MY GOD!" The moment he turned just an inch to his left, he could see it; there, sticking slightly out from a brown otter and a rhinoceros was a red and white ringed tail, its fluff oh so apparent on the carpet as Rex darted over to it, nearly tripping or dropping his glasses from the mad dash. He didn't even need to see the rest of the suit initially to know what it was, since it was his favorite animal.

"Unbelievable! A freaking red panda suit!," exclaimed Rex, pulling the costume out into the light as he let out a giggle.

Splayed out on a clip-on hangar, the costume dangled in front of him as Rex looked it over. The suit was roughly a few inches taller than him by the looks of it as the feet paws dangled to the ground. It had lush red and dark brown fur along the belly area, tickling Rex's fingertips as he ran a palm over the material that felt so real, chuckling to himself. A small zipper ran along the center belly too, buried under the fuzzy coat of red/brown fur as he unzipped it to see the dark inside area. Each paw had light orange paw pads underneath that felt plushy and soft to the touch, as if the cotton was freshly placed in them; they even had small cotton-filled claws on each finger end and from the feel of it on the outside, the thin lining inside appeared to be very flexible for hand and body movement as the human ran an arm through the back opening to play with the paw like a glove.

"Ah, so you just get in through this front opening and I guess...zip it up?" Rex lifted up the hanging panda head that was attached on top, his eyes lightening up as he was greeted by a smiling white muzzle with red streaks down each side under the amber eyes. Adorable would be an understatement to how the suit really looked to Rex, wrapping his arms around it for a warm hug, rubbing his cheek along that soft outer coat. "Mmmmmm, I really need to thank Sam for this opportunity," Rex chuckled to himself, visions of himself wandering about the ballroom now as loveable and huggable red panda making him even more giddy as he headed to the back wall were several lockers stood open, 3 of them with locks already on them and shut. "This will DEFINITELY break the ice with crowd!"

Placing the suit gingerly on a nearby chair, Rex decided with locker number #6 before pulling his shirt off his slim body but decent shape body, tossing it inside the container. The youth quickly undid his jeans, snaking them down his legs as only his black boxers remained with his underwear and the socks on his feet. Once his clothes and shoes were nestled in the locker, Rex turned his gaze back to his "new friend", unclipping the hangar off its arms as it dangled in front of him. His foot shivered with anticipation as he felt that long red, brown, and white striped tail of fuzz slide along his sole, wasting little time as his head plunged into the chest opening with his arms. The soft, inner padding snuggled nicely along his skin as his arms slipped down each sleeve, twiddling his fingers in the paws on end to get a better feel of the inner suit.

Initially, Rex didn't know what to think or expect when he was undressing moments before getting in the suit. This was an entirely new experience for him. As boy he never had an amazing costume to wear for Halloween, so despite still retaining that love for the holiday even today, he rarely went trick-or-treating since he didn't feel that his outfit would be good enough. "O man, this is gonna be awesome!," his excitement hardly contained as his forehead pushed up into the red panda head when he suddenly let out a gasp, forgetting about his glasses as they slipped off his face and into the suit. "C-crap! My glasses..." Rex retreated an arm out of a sleeve, groping along the leg sleeves for any sign of the eye frames till he eventually felt the plastic end down the right leg sleeve.

"Ah..there we-OOOOHHH!!!," moaned the human as he felt something oh-so fuzzy snake up between his legs, making his crotch shiver from a slight tingle of arousal. Turning the head eyes holes about, despite his vision being somewhat hazy, whatever made that feeling wasn't there anymore. The long striped panda suit tail rested on the floor past his feet, possibly be the source of what brushed up against him.

“That was really weird…” Rex sighed rubbing his suited body. The velvety insides caressed his skin making it feel extremely soft and comforting. It was feeling a bit warm but at the same time it felt very incredible. It even felt like his crotch was being rubbed by the fabric causing his member to grow even more aroused.

“Damn this thing feels really good.” He moaned about as he starts to rub his crotch through the suit. “I almost wish I never had to take it off..” He mumbled. “But it is getting hot in here.” He started to take off the head when he felt the head being pulled back onto his neck.

“The hell!?” He yelled out though it started to get muffled by the costumes head pressing down. He goes to try and grab at the head but the paw hands of the suit do not move very well. He can feel the fabric of the suit pushing closer onto his body and starting to wrap around him tighter. The soft velvety texture making his body tingle with pleasure.

“Never take off….” A voice whispered into his ears. His eyes widened in terror as he started to thrash around a bit trying to pull at the suit. He let out a deep moan as it felt like his cock was being pulled into the suit. A bulge started to form on the outside of the suit resembling a sheath.

“GET THIS OFF ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!” Rex tried to yell only to feel the fabric of the suit pushing into his mouth. His heart raced as fear gripped him that he would suffocate.

He started to scramble towards the door but his legs gave out before he could move. He hit the floor with a soft thump. His entire body was burning up before going entirely numb. He groaned through the fabric going down his throat. His vision completely blurred and darkened as it felt like his eyes were pushing into the fabric.

“Relax….we are one….will…never take off…” That voice said through him. “Will find others…”

His vision suddenly returned with a blinding light. He tried to groan or speak but his mouth did not want to move. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and completely dry. He tried to move it and again it did not move. He tried to stand up but could only manage to get onto his knees. He brought his hands up to his face feeling his eyes as they were now the cartoonish plastic eyes of the costume.

He tried to yell out again but any sound was muffled. The fear turning to pleasure as the suit seemed to be working his shaft from within. He was losing all feeling in his toes and fingers but they moved towards his crotch and rubbed.

“Yes….it feels good…” The voice moaned out while his mind was being degraded. He just wanted to be happy and stay feeling this good. Rex groaned as he felt his mind and body shatter from what felt like an orgasm, yet he did not cum. How could a costume cum?

Dread started to grip his mind as he suddenly realized what fully happened. He became the costume. He got his wish. He let out a gasp as his entire body felt like it was suddenly filled with air and the costume fell apart, crumpling onto the floor.

Rex could only stare towards the door as he felt his consciousness and that of the costume merging into one. He was neither alive nor dead but something in-between, and he was oddly comfortable for that.

“Now we wait…..” They thought together.

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Chapter 2

The large wooden door swung slowly as a young man creaked it open slightly, music echoing through the large ballroom. He quickly stepped inside to escape the cool draft outside, shivering from the chill over his exposed skin. Dressed in the simple attire of a black t-shirt with a large wolf head howling in front of a moon-lit outline and dark khaki shorts, the brown-haired man gave a silly smirk as the electronic tune jammed throughout the hall. "Geez this place is huge," marveled the man as his eyes darted about the large arched ceiling above, a chandelier swaying over head with black candles as the door was pushed shut behind him.

"It most certainly is, good sir," chuckled a deep voice on the side of the door, making the guest whirl about in shock to see a large, scruffy faced doorman staring down at him. It said a lot for his height, being that his near six foot frame was still almost a foot shorter than the large individual. "May I...see your invitation?," the figure gestured with an extension of his large hand to the man's chest.

"Oh yes! Of course," the man shook his head, shoving his hand into the right side pocket before pulling out a lovely jack-o-lantern shaped card with gold trim, tipping it in his hand for the man to take. "Here you go," he replied with a hesitant smile. The giant's fingers clipped on to the item's end, his arm lifting up to his face in a smooth motion before he squinted to read off the information.

"Hmmm....mmmmm?," pondered the doorman. "Ahhh, everything appears to be in order Mr.....Joseph." The lettering was pretty tiny, forcing him to squint a bit in those big eyes before carefully folding back up the invitation and handing it back over to the awkward-standing man, rubbing the back of his head for a moment as he slid the letter back in his pocket. "Please enjoy your time here and have some fun. I'm certain the other guests here would love to get to know you better, or maybe you might find the same for another."

"Heh, I suppose," chuckled Joseph with an embarrassed smirk, the intimating physique of the fellow still weighing on his mind some. "By the way, what is there to do at this party? I mean...besides socializing."

"Oh, there's plenty of events that Sam has lined up," replied the doorman, his mouth curling into a sly grin. "If you are new to this sort of...festival," he started with a few steps forward, an extension of a hairy-knuckled finger pointy towards the back wall, "...then might I suggest checking out the bar."

"Mmmm, but I don't drink."

"Ah. Rest assured Joseph, you'll find things other than alcohol here to...suit your likings." The eerie grin appeared completely plastered over the figure's face, resulting in an awkward smirk from Joseph as he backed away towards the center ballroom slowly, the doorman returning to his post with a calm wave of his large hand. In a matter of seconds, the young man turned about before disappearing into the crowd of guests.

Dancers swung about the floor in elegant dresses of bright hues or marvelous costumes, each one of a different being as Joseph could only stare in wonder while trying to avoid clumsily colliding into someone. Already he felt out of place, his get-up not even close to comparing to the exotic attires of the other guests. With a quick adjustment of his shirt, he leaned his head forward as he weaved to-and-frow through the sea of people, the shimmering sight of glasses and a red-oak polished bar counter just several feet away as he neared his destination.

"Here you are ma'am," gestured the barkeep to a female guest in a beautiful tigress costume. "One bloody-mary and one pumpkin spice shake! Please...enjoy," he ended with a cordial bow from behind the bar-top as Joseph approached, grabbing an open stool seat. From the looks of things, hardly anyone was even back here, save for the two men mingling to one another and drinking some dark-brewed beverages to his right a few stools down. "Ah, welcome good sir," chimed in the barkeep to the startled Joseph, cleaning off two empty mugs with a white rag as he approached. "What takes your fancy this evening?"

"Uh...excuse me?" Joseph raised his eyebrow, puzzled by the odd remark as the barkeep could only chuckle back. The mansion servant had the attire of a gentleman from the looks of things, a dark brown top-hat with an orange feather protruding out the side while wearing a similar colored vest and striped pants from a short glance over the counter.

"What I mean to say is, what would you like to drink?," the barkeep retorted with a clink of the mugs that he placed in the rack.

"Oh...OH! I'm sorry...I-I'm not used to that type of etiquette," blushed Joseph as the barman smiled back. "Um...can I get a root beer?"

"Of course!," nodded the man. "I'll also need to see some ID; you know, just in case you want to request alcohol."

"Sure, let me just-" started Joseph, reaching into his right pocket for the wallet. He grumbled initially as it felt stuck, accidentally pushing the jack-o-lantern invitation out as it was in the way, floating to the ground; before he could even grab the orange-shimmering paper, a hand out to his side quickly snatched it up, Joseph's eyes quickly following the hand up as he stared back into the eyes of one of the men a few stools down.

"Careful friend, you don't want to go losing something of this importance," said the man before placing it out on the bar-top in front of Joseph. With a stretch of his arm, he was already stepping back over to his own stool, chatting back up with his taller partner.

"Oh my...this...," spoke the barkeep with excitement, his fingers shaking some as he touched the beautiful orange jack-o-lantern. "This is one of the special invitations Sam gave out! That means...you must be one of his special guests for this evening!" The man's eyes gleamed with joy, Joseph awkwardly smirking back before sliding the invitation in his other pocket and setting the wallet on the counter.

Man, I didn't think getting a colorful cut-out letter like THIS would get me so much attention, pondered Joseph to himself, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders as he didn't feel that important. "Yeah...the old lady at the front mentioned that too. I mean, it's cool and all, but I'm really just here for the party." Joseph smiled as the barkeep pulled out a cold mug from under the shelf, gathering several more bottles and a straw as the young man could only stare on in confusion. "Uh...I only asked for a coke, dude. What's with all the bottles?"

"Well you see," explained the barkeep, the excitement ever so clear in his peppy voice, "I serve out a tasty Halloween beverage at these events every year. It's a seasonal thing for the most part, but seeing as you are probably new this type of party, I think...you'll enjoy this much more than a usual coke." As the man spoke, Joseph could only marvel at the speed of which his hands moved, rapidly pouring small portions of deep orange and light brown liquid into the mug before giving it a quick swirl from a spoon; to finish it off, he sprayed a small dab of whip cream along the top before pulling out two small sticks of cinnamon, grinding them to a fine sparkling powder in the light above as the particles sprinkled about the white gooey top. "Here, give it a try! It's my pumpkin spice fright shake!"

The moment he heard the pumpkin flavored part, in a shake no less, Joseph was all over the mug. The cool, icy texture chilled his tongue with each slurp from the straw the barkeep provided, the lush scent of cinnamon tickling his nostrils from the sweetness as in a matter of moments, he guzzled down more than half of the shake; needless to say, the barkeep could only stand speechless before giving out a hearty laugh. "O my, heh heh, I guess it's safe to say you enjoyed it?"

"O man, I...loved it!!," exclaimed Joseph as he gave a few more slurps. "This is probably the best shake I've ever had; hands down!"

"Thank you!," chuckled the barkeep with a slight bow. "That means a lot to hear any praise for my efforts."

"Certainly," remarked the young man, placing the glass mug to the side. "I was going to ask by the way...was there anything special that was supposed to happen later this evening? The card didn't exactly...say what the party was going to have."

The barkeep took the mug from Joseph, placing it in the sink to rinse it off as he glanced over to his side for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye, one of the two men chatting gave him a casual wink, remaining ever so subtle as to not alert the curious guest that sat right in front of him. With a tip of his hat, the barman returned his gaze back to Joseph as he spoke. "Well truth be told, dancing and mingling in costumes is what most of the party is all about, along with the food and drinks here. However," he continued with his back turned to Joseph, secretly pouring a strange red liquid in a shot glass before drizzling a pinch of white dust on it, "there IS a secret event that will take place toward the end of the party. Sam usually reserves it for a small group and all of his special guests, which obviously you'll get to attend since you have that jack-o-lantern invitation. So just be on the lookout for it: one of the other servants will gather those people up when it's about to begin anyways."

"Ok, awesome," smiled Joseph with a nod, already ecstatic now to see what other things were in stored for the party. Suddenly as he turned his stool to look around at the dancing guests, a low groan came from out from him. Erghh...need to find a restroom, thought the young man as he turned to the barkeep. "Ummm, do you know where the bathroom is?"

"Of course," gestured the servant with a point of his gloved finger to the right wall were the first hallway opened up. "Straight down that hall, second door on your left."

"Great...thanks again," started Joseph, his body about to slide off the stool when a gloved hand from the barman stopped him, redirecting his attention back.

"Almost forgot." A soft clink of glass rang on the counter, the man placing a shot glass filled to the top with a light red beverage that seemed to fizz a bit with bubbles. "Sam insisted I hand-out one of these shots out to the guests that happened to show up."

"Hmmm," pondered Joseph with a quick rub of his chin, curious as to what it must be, but still slightly...hesitant. "Well...what is it exactly?"

"It's a new fruit-punch blend for Halloween that Sam wanted to try out this year. It's supposed to have a fizzy kick like a soda but be really tangy. If most of the people like it, he'll be using it in place of my shake for the next Halloween party." The barkeep gave a nod down toward the drink, gesturing the unsure human to at least try it out of respect. "I assure you, there's no alcohol in it. You have my word," he said with a raise of his right hand.

Sensing no malice from the servant, and already feeling a growing need to relieve his bladder, Joseph grumbled before quickly taking the shot in his fingers and gulping it down in one swift motion. "Wow!," he said with a quick light up of his eyes, the concoction bubbling in his gut for a moment as the electric sensation of fizz tickled his tongue and down his throat. "That's really fruity, but so satisfying!"

"That's the idea," snickered the barkeep, taking the shot glass away. Looking away for a moment to ready the bottle as red liquid filled the shot again, he turned to ask Joseph if he would like another. To his surprise, the man was already in a mad dash through a line of guests as he rushed toward the hallway and made a sharp right, nearly tripping over a chair while his shoe soles slid about the slick carpet.

"Mmmmph, he seems in a hurry," smirked the brown-haired man coming over from one of the side stools while his partner relaxed. "Mind if I finish that since he won't?" He gestured a finger toward the red-filled shot glass, the barkeep smiling back before placing it on the counter top and sliding it over with a gentle push.

"Knock yourself out, heh heh." The lighting flickered about some for a moment, the two individuals exchanging looks briefly as the evening moon could already be seen further on the rise in one of the large windows above. "It might not have alcohol like I told him, but it will certainly put hair on your chest," the barkeep mentioned with a grin.

The other man gave a slight chuckle, wanting to tip the gentleman for the funny pun as he leaned against the oak counter top. "Ah, maybe later for me. I tend to have a high tolerance for these drinks," remarked the man with eyes fixated on a werewolf dressed individual and someone in a cyberpunk outfit mingling by the hallway; the very same one that Joseph rushed down just moments ago. "That being said, I'll be curious to see how much tolerance our "friend" there has for the stuff you gave him," he smiled back with a rub of his chin, the barkeep re-shifting his gaze to an already approaching patron.

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Joseph rushed into the bathroom quickly. He found it empty and quite opulent with gold filigree on the walls and marble counters for the sink. He rushed to the one thing he was looking for, the porcelain throne. After a brief minute of relieving himself he let out a deep sigh glad to have that taken care of. He washed his hands smelling the sweet fruity scent of the soap that was placed for guests. He then dried his hands in the soft velvety towels thinking this man who set this party up really went all out.

He opened the door once again entering the hall hearing the music playing from various places in the building, since there seemed to be two separate parties. He started to walk down the hall towards the bar when he noticed a door off to his side. It had a sign hanging off it labeled “Costumes For Guests – Feel Free to wear one!”

“Costumes? Really? That could be fun and make this party a bit more interesting.” He said turning the brass handle and opening the door. Once inside he saw several racks of costumes hanging about of all sorts. There simple clothes costumes like pirates, or sexy maid, but then there were full extravagant ones that required an entire suit.

“Wow! He really did go all out! All these costumes would cost a small fortune!” Joseph said with a big grin moving towards the racks and starting to push some aside to see what all was there. He slid the hangers around while he moved from to rack until he spotted something off to the side on the floor.

“What’s this?” he mumbled picking up the soft furry costume. He looked it over finding it was something like a mascot suit. The head was firm with fur and cute features that looked a lot like a red panda. “Aww this is cute…guess ya fell off the hanger.” He chuckled as he felt the soft faux fur in his hands. “Wow..this…really soft…almost feels warm!” He remarked rubbing the fur a bit more.

Joseph looked around the room a bit curiously noticing there was no one here. He picked the suit up and moved it towards a chair where he proceeded to sit down. He lifted the head up off the body finding the insides behind the zipper were soft and velvety as well.

He blushed as he felt himself getting a bit warm from the touch. He swore the suit seemed to hug his hands as he felt the insides. He noticed off to the side a set of moveable lockers that were meant for peoples clothes apparently.

“Hmm…well..it is a party…I don’t have to pay for the suit..so…” Joseph smirked. He set the costume down on the chair while he moved towards the lockers. He started to undress taking his shirt off first followed by his pants. He placed them in a locker along with his shoes. He looked towards his underwear a moment. “What the hell.” He muttered taking them off as well tucking them inside the locker before moving over towards the suit.

“Well here goes nothing. Hopefully I won’t get in trouble if they catch me going commando in this thing.” He blushed sliding his feet through the opening. He unzipped the back a bit more to let his body slide in.

The velvet insides quickly made him feel a tingle of pleasure course through his body. He quivered feeling blood rushing to his loins as he slid further into the suit causing his skin to tingle at the very touch.

“Fuck! This suit feels amazing! And fuck..it has a sheath!” Joseph gasped out as he felt his cock sliding into the pouch which only made it harden more. The pouch felt like it was rubbing his shaft causing him to groan lowly.

He was not aware of the suit pulling up his body or the zipper slowly zipping shut. He wriggled his feet down into the soft foamy foot paws that felt like they were massaging his soles. He pushed his feet further into them as they just warmed up and felt like a dozen hands were continually massaging each sole.

“Damn..what the hell…this suit feels amazing…” Joseph grunted as he found himself moving his arms into the arm holes. They too felt velvety soft and caressed his skin in such a way that it made them tingle. Before he even knew it the paw gloves were on his hands making them wriggle about within.

“Damn..I..don’t even know if I would want to take this off…” He gasped feeling like someone was massaging his cock even more before he felt the head of the suit push on top of his head a bit.

“That can be arranged…we were getting lonely…” A voice growled out before the head was pulled completely down on top of his head causing him to come out of his euphoria and flail about trying to grab at it.

“Who said that?! Get this off!” Joseph yelled out as the head pressed further onto him making his cheeks burn and tingle. He shuddered as he swore he could feel a velvety tongue licking his face and rubbing over his ears.

“It’s just us…relax. You will enjoy this.” The voices whispered in his ear. It was clearly two voices but they seemed to be fused together and repeating one another.

Joseph tried to move but found his arms and legs going numb. They tingled and twitched within the costume suit. Suddenly his arms started to move against his will. They moved towards his crotch and started to rub his engorging shaft which was pushing through the suits sheath.

He let out a moan feeling his body suddenly explode with heat. His skin burned and itched but he could not do a single thing about it. Pinpricks raced across his arms and legs as the itching warmth spread. He started to pant for air while sweat started to pour forth from his pours.

He wriggled and writhed in the suit before he felt himself falling onto the ground. He arched his back as something started to push in his rear. He moaned in pleasure feeling this object push further in before something else started to pull out of his backside. The object quickly grew and covered in fur rubbing between his ass cheeks causing even more pleasure.

“S..stop this..please!” Joseph yelled out into the suit head as he felt his body buck into his hands a bit. His cock ached and throbbed. It to burned with a pleasurable heat causing him to moan even louder.

“Stop it? Why? You are enjoying it are you not?” The voices asked before it felt like several hands were rubbing his head. His mouth and teeth ached as his jaws popped and cracked. His face pushed outwards into the suit head making it feel a bit more uncomfortable. Tiny pin pricks pushed out of the sides of his upper lips as filament like hairs pushed out and right into the suit causing his lip to twitch. His ears ached as they were pulled up his head where they started to round causing him to hear his own heartbeat.

“I…I..am enjoying it…” He moaned feeling a wave of euphoria and pleasure course through his body with this acceptance. The suit grew tighter on his arms and legs as they started to puff and fill with lean muscle. Soft fur quickly enveloped his flesh making him even warmer. “So…warm…” He mumbled.

“So warm and soft…yes..” The voices cooed in his ears causing them to twitch. His hands jerked his shaft harder while the tip became more tapered and sensitive. His balls burned and throbbed as they started to swell in size.

His hands and feet throbbed within the paws. The tips of his fingers and toes pressed into the fabric as tiny claws grew outwards. He could feel the gloves on his hands moving as the zipper on his back suddenly unzipped letting cool air in over his furry back. The head wiggled before it too suddenly pulled off his head letting his new muzzle finally breathe fresh air. Before he knew it the suit moved and bent in a fashion that allowed the paw hands to rub his body while the suddenly lifelike head moved downwards and started to suck on his cock with its velvety muzzle.

Joseph gasped for air before rubbing his face feeling his short muzzle. He turned his head enough to see his reflection in the mirror nearby. A grin crossed his face as he caught a glimpse of his features. No longer was his human face staring back at him but this one looked just like the costume suit, though more lifelike and sporting a blue grey color pattern.

“Th..this is amazing..it feels so good.” He moaned writhing as his cock ached for release. He marveled at his clawed paw like hands. Thin paw pads had grown on his palms which felt good when ran through his fur.

“Yes it does…once we are done we can go to the party…together. Maybe make more friends.” The voices growled over his shaft while sucking.

Joseph grunted and moaned as he thrust into the velvety maw. The pleasure was so intense. He could still feel the suit working his lower body probing him causing intense pleasure. He found he could no longer hold it anymore and let out a deep moan.

“FUCK!” He groaned as his seed pumped into the costumes maw. It felt like it was sucking him dry and absorbing all the seed it could, causing his body to shudder. He writhed and basked in the afterglow a few moments before he felt the suit moving once again.

The suit tightened around his legs and stood him up. Joseph panted and wavered slightly as the suit let go of his legs and crumbled to the floor allowing him to step out of the foot paws. Once he was out the suit started to rise up on its own two feet. It zippered it’s back up and fixed its head before it turned to Joseph and grinned.

“Well now…this is much better. Shall we join the others at the party? Though you might want to put some pants on.” The suit chuckled running a paw over Joseph’s plump sheath causing the man to moan in pleasure.

“Yes you are right. I don’t think people will enjoy me wearing just new fur skin. I think I know exactly what to wear though.” He grinned while showing off his sharper teeth. He reached over grabbing a simple loincloth off a hanger and sliding it over his waist barely covering himself.

“Oh yes..this can work.” The suit grinned rubbing against the new blue/grey red panda. “Let us join the party. Someone else might need to use the costume room.” He chuckled deeply.

The two of them moved out of the room back towards the party. The bartender looking up towards the two of them and offered them one of the Halloween punch shots.

“Took you two long enough. The party is just getting started.” He grinned.

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Chapter 3

The party was in full swing. Guests danced and mingled with one another while drinks flowed and left the bar in large numbers. People were dressed up in all sorts of costumes and finery. A pair of red panda costumes milling about having fun with various guests who were not wearing a costume. One of them was a man who just pushed them off before heading over towards the bar.

“Ugh only thing I hate about Halloween is getting a costume.” He sighed running a hand through his black hair. His brown eyes glanced over the large assortment of alcohol on the back of the bar.

“Well you don’t have to go full tilt like those two.” A voice from behind the bar said pointing towards the red panda pair moving through the party. The man looked towards the voice seeing the bartender standing off to the side cleaning some glasses. A large brown hate with an orange feather sat on the bar top off to the side. It must have been removed during the course of the evening to help him work.

“Well I suppose some really like that.” The man chuckled as he reached into his breast pocket of his dress shirt and pulled out an envelope. He sat it on the bar before pulling out an intricately cut pumpkin invitation. “Do you know what this is for?”

“Oh! That! That’s a special invitation by the mansions owner Sam. “The bartender said with a grin moving over towards him and picking up the invitation and looking it over. “Mr. Lorkos I assume?”

“That’s me. What’s so special about it?” Lorkos asked with a sigh looking at it before taking it back.

“It’s just something special. It entitles you to a special event.” The bartender grinned.

“Special huh? Well guess we will see on that.” He sighed looking around. He looked around hearing some laughter as some more guests walked by in full costume before heading off to dance or do their own thing.

“Something wrong? You know you can always talk with a bartender.” The man said leaning over the bar slightly.

“Oh…well…since you put it that way…I guess just have grown a bit…bored with life as it were. I wouldn’t say it’s a midlife crisis per say..” Lorkos sighed a bit. He thought about his time in the military all those years spent doing that and training. Now that he was essentially free now but he was a bit tired with his current existence.

“Ahh well Halloween is a great time to let yourself go! Be something else for the night! Who knows maybe it’s the right choice!” The bartender grinned. “Now would you like a drink?”

Lorkos let out a sigh as he looked at the bar thinking.

“Here take the pumpkin shake. It’s my specialty unless Sam gets his new drink off the ground.“ The bartender chuckled.

He pulled out a frosty mug from a freezer under the counter before grabbing several bottles. His reflexes and skills were so quick that it was almost like a blur as a concoction of various booze and liquids were being stirred up inside the mug. The liquid churned with orange and brown colorings before putting a dollop of whip cream on top with a sprinkle of cinnamon.

“Here enjoy.” The bartender smirked sliding the mug over towards Lorkos. Lorkos looked at the drink lifting the mug off the counter looking at it. He then shrugged before taking a large swig of it and then another.

“Damn! This is actually really good!” He gasped after taking a long swig. He licked his lips tasting the whip cream and cinnamon still lingering there.

“That’s good to know! Sam’s been trying to get a new drink going but doesn’t seem to be too popular.”

“That’s just because you are losing your fancy drink to his new one.” A man with a scruffy beard says leaning on the bar next to Lorkos that he barely noticed was there. There was something with this man that seemed a bit off. His ears looked slightly pointed and his teeth slightly sharp. The man next to him on the other side was very similar. Maybe just a costume.

The bartender looked over at this man and huffed a bit. “Well I might like my drinks and I just don’t like him coming up with some new fancy drink all on his own without talking to me.”

“Sounds like someone’s a bit upset.” The other man chuckled.

“You keep that up Mr. and I will cut off your supply of Blue Moonshine.” The bartender threatened. The other man let out a slight whimper that sounded very canine.

“You..you wouldn’t do that…” He said leaning forward and pouting as his eyes widened while he sniffled.

“Agh! You guys and your puppy eyes!” The bartender huffed setting two bottles of blue liquid on the counter. “Go! Drink and bark at the moon!”

The man grinned grabbing the bottles before standing up. “You’re the best!” He said before nudging his friend in the shoulder handing him a bottle before the two got up and left the bar.

“Those two.” The bartender sighed rubbing his head a bit.

“Well that was a bit different.” Lorkos finally spoke up. “I take it you know them?”

“Yes..they are friends of a personal friend of Sam’s. They can be a handful since they love this time of year. But they are good guys. Halloween is the one time of the year they can really let their hair out and just be themselves.” The man grinned slyly.

“Well I would love to let myself go and be myself..but I don’t even know what that would be.” Lorkos chuckled at his rather deep thinking there. Maybe he was having a midlife crisis after all.

The bartender looked at the man strangely before looking back at his drinks.

“Hey..you know…I have been wanting to make a new drink. I have a recipe I’ve been dying to try. It’s a bit strange and might look strange but I’ve been told its amazing and can help clear your mind. Want to give it a shot?” He asked with a genuine smile.

“A new drink? Sure why the hell not. Not like I need to drive.” Lorkos grinned.

“Alright! One new drink coming up! This might take me a moment to make!” The bartender grinned before turning back towards the bar.

He rushed over to a cabinet and started to grab some various bottles that looked a bit dusty and hardly used. He had to move them around and swirl them a few times to make sure there were liquids inside.

Lorkos just watched him wondering what this man was planning to do with them.

The bartender moved towards the bar top where he started to get the bottles open and mix the liquids in. This time he was slower trying to measure each liquid not wanting to make a mistake. He poured one liquid in that was crystal clear. Then he poured another one that changed the color to a brilliant purple. He picked up another bottle but stopped to think.

“Ok..was it…this..or…yes this one…” He mumbled to himself before pouring a blue colored liquid into the glass causing the color to change to a vibrant orange.

“Alright now just need this.” He said pouring another liquid into the glass. This one was a brownish liquid that caused the drink to turn a pitch black color.

“Ugh that doesn’t look that good.” Lorkos grimaced looking at the glass.

“I know it’s not pretty but it’s pretty cool when I add the last ingredient.” The man replied with a sly smirk.

Lorkos just watched him not wanting to upset him by refusing to try his concoction. “As long as it doesn’t taste like licorice.” He huffed.

The bartender chuckled. “No it shouldn’t taste like that.” He replied moving towards the cabinet and starting to peruse things. He closed the one and opened another. “Damn it where did that little bugger go.” He sighed. He started to move through other cabinets until he finally cheered. “Finally! Here it is!”

“Here is what?” Lorkos asked.

“The final ingredient. I sorta call it Franken juice. Now just watch.” The bartender grinned bringing over a very short and stout brown glass bottle. It looked extremely old and like one you would find in the drug store holding hydrogen peroxide or something way back in the day.

Lorkos watched as the man opened the bottle and gently lifted it over the black liquid. Nothing seemed to come out until a bright green goo slipped out from the opening and into the glass making a plunk sound.

“Eww..what the hell..” Lorkos exclaimed feeling his stomach churn.

“Just watch. It’s concentrated so it looks bad until it’s mixed.” The bartender said with a smirk before pointing towards the glass.

Lorkos looked at the glass and watched in amazement as neon green veins started to appear through the black liquid surfacing to the top of the glass where it formed a green layer with green veins darting into the black substance.

“Pretty cool right?” The bartender asked with a big grin.

“I have to hand it to you..it is quite cool. But does it taste any good?”

“Well why don’t you tell me?” The barkeep said sliding the glass in front of Lorkos.

Lorkos gulped taking the glass and lifting it up. It didn’t look too revolting.

“Just drink it like a shot. It might taste a little slimy cause of the last ingredient.” He remarked causing Lorkos to sigh.

“Well…here goes nothing then!” He gulped lifting the glass to his lips and tilting it back. It almost jumped when the entire contents of the glass seemed jump into his mouth. It had no taste except for a strong hint of lime at the end, followed by an oily texture as it slid down his throat. “Ugh!” He exclaimed quickly grabbing his other drink trying to wash down the flavor and texture.

“That bad?” The bartender asked with a frown.

“No..not bad..just..an oily texture…” He grimaced taking a glass of soda that the bartender quickly poured for him.

“Oily? Huh…maybe that last ingredient was getting old. Well if you want something else I could make it for you.” The bartender asked looking upset that he didn’t like it.

“No I think I’m good right now. Actually think I want to explore the mansion a bit. Maybe head outside and check out the gardens. I heard the Styler mansion had some amazing grounds!” Lorkos said grabbing a twenty out of his pocket and sitting it on the counter. “Thanks for the drinks! I will be back later.” He smirked.

The bartender nodded watching him start to walk off. “Thank you sir! I hope you enjoy the party and maybe figure out what you would like to be!” he called out watching the man walk off, a sinister grin appearing on his face as he pocketed the cash.

Lorkos nodded and smirked before heading down a hallway towards what looked like a door to the backyard. He smacked his lips the entire time feeling like they were still oily and they tingled a bit.

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The moonlit sky blanketed over head with a clusters of stars as Lorkos paced down the stone steps from the back exit, his tongue still feeling the oily texture over his lips. The odd and tangy taste of slimy citrus coated his taste buds so much that it was all he could think about, hardly getting to enjoy the luxurious sight of the nearby pumpkin patch and marble-statues dotting the grounds. Rows of jack-o-lanterns lit up along the stone walkway he traversed until eventually it would lead to the large hedge-maze that resided in the center of the backyard.

"Bleh," Lorkos coughed out with smacking licks, not realizing that they already looked like Goth lipstick ran across them. "Need some water...or anything to get this...ugh..damn taste out of my mouth." Just a few feet from him off the path laid a bird bath, fresh water spewing out the center nozzle. A lick of his lips was all the indication of his thirst, leaving Lorkos to rush immediately over to slurp up the cool water. Yet as the water ran over his tongue, it tasted funny; almost like....slime?

"What the- HUH?!?" It became apparent once the water ripples vanished, the moonlight painting a full view for him of his face in the fountain. His fingers trembled as they touched his puffed out lips, all blacker than charcoal with slight cracks that seemed to glow a faint green. As his tongue pulled out, Lorkos reeled back instantly upon seeing it. The appendage was now slightly longer, glowing an eerie neon green with a serpent like fork on the end as it probed in his maw.

"What the hell was in that drink?!? And-urgh...my stomach...," the man babbled out in confusion before feeling a loud gurgle run in his gut. He staggered forward in the dirt, nearly grazing an extended vine from a pumpkin as his hand clasped tightly on his belly, intense heat and pressure building slowly. A cry of agony left his mouth with a spasm in his back, causing his legs to flinch and tumble him to the cold, hard ground. By now the drink contents were already in his stomach, reacting violently like a explosion of pop rocks were shifting with his stomach acid juices. With hand pressed over it, the man could've sworn it felt like his belly bloated up some. Heavy breaths left his slick lips, sweat creeping over his face and neck as footsteps could be heard, drawing his attention immediately back to the stony walkway.

"Mmmm, you alright there fella?," remarked a hunched-over figure, a deep raspy voice leaving his throat as he cautiously approached Lorkos. An old shovel rested in his dirty grip, fresh mud still caked on the metal spade. Despite his slumped frame, he appeared about as tall as Lorkos and wore what appeared to be a deep blue jacket and brown trousers, holes and tears outlining along his rugged legs. "You don't look so good. Guests shouldn't be out here at night. Bad things happen."

"Bad...things?," sputtered Lorkos through breaths, gritting his black-stained teeth as he pushed himself to his feet, dusting off some dirt from the side of his leather jacket. "Ugh...listen here...Mister...-"

"Yorick," interrupted the tall groundskeeper, clasping the end of the shovel with his other gloved hand, as if he was looking for a reason to smack the annoyed man with it.

"Yorick...I have..but one question for ya," Lorkos blurted out, hand clinched tightly on his chest as the other pointed a finger at the figure. It felt like he was dying inside from pain, his bowels feeling on the urge of erupting any minute; that is, until it suddenly washed away before he could finish what he was saying. "Huh?" The man was perplexed, the discomfort completely gone in a matter of seconds. But how, Lorkos wondered, staring over his right palm; he rubbed his fingers into each other, seeing his flesh start to darken as black-covered blotches dotted his hand. Even more so, it felt rather sticky like tar, stretching out in strands as he tried to pry his fingers outward as they stuck to each other; actually, even the rest of his flesh began to shudder and feel rather damp under his clothes.

"Mmmph, o god...," Lorkos grimaced with smacking lips, backing away down the path with each step as the darkness swept completely over his hand. Then slowly creeping down his wrists and arms till it swept under his shirt, staring down as wet blotches began to seep through the fabric. "No...NO! Wah...what's happening to me?!?" He yelled out in panic, Yorick extending a large hand forward to help only to have Lorkos bat it away with his black hand before shuffling back several steps.

"Please. Let me help-urgh...what be..this?!?," groaned the groundskeeper in frustration. Just where Lorkos hand hit his arm sleeve, a large chunk of tar clinged to it; and after a few seconds, Yorick gasped at it began to glow with green cracks and start to crawl up his arm with a mind of its own. "URHG!! GET OFF ME!" Thinking fast, Yorick wripped his upper sleeve before tossing it with the black sludge to the ground, the blob still crawling slowly across the dirt towards him even still as he backed away.

"I-I'm sorry," stammered Lorkos. "I...I..I gotta get out of here! Need to...find help..." His mind began to get hazy, the man not even realizing that the piece that stuck to the cloth used to be his own hand, which seemed to reform from the black tar goo seeping more out of his black skin. A panic swept over the changing man, yelling in frustration. Lorkos spun around on his feet, his footwear starting to bubble and melt into black and green goo to the ground as he ran, sprinting as fast as he could down the cobblestone path.

He didn't think twice as his body slammed into the steel-barred gate at the hedge-maze entrance, the bars nearly breaking off the rail holder as the creature ran through and made a hard right. Black droplets of goo laid a bread crumb trail in his mad wake, pieces of his own shirt and jacket being torn off as he stripped cleanly of his melting garments during his run. He didn't care for these things at the moment: the only thing on his mind was to get this tar off of him! Lorkos could hardly speak through his black, slimy lips, tar bubbles popping over his chest and back as his skin began to crack all over into eerie green glowing lines like he saw in the shot glass. There was no pain he felt; in fact, he couldn't feel anything except for that same sticky and wet sensation.

Suddenly making another hard left in his dash, Lorkos made a gurgled yelp as his side clipped a block of green brush of the maze, the leaves and twigs embedding in his black arm before he tumbled to the ground. Despite feeling like a large pile of goo, the changing man still felt rather solid, his bone structure still intact but almost like taffy; he could feel his arm stretch out some, the green lines becoming more pronounced as he did so. This feels...strange, Lorkos thought to himself, crawling along the floor in a sticky pile of goo against the cold stone floor. And yet...it feels...amazing, heh..heh... A neon green glow went through his teeth, his irises completely gone in his glowing green eye sockets as he was covered from head to toe in black sludge, the stuff oozing constantly out of his form.

The creature's hands splattered with each slap onto the floor, dragging himself on his slick belly as a loud moan came from his slick lips.

"Ooooohhhh....yyyeeessss...," moaned the goo-beast that was now Lorkos, feeling the part that used to be his crotch slide along that cold floor, as if the stones were giving gentle rubs were his length used to be. With a turn of slime covered head, he finally saw it: bloated out underneath an oily leg, a large draconic-like cock pulsed along the ground, droplets of green cum pooling beneath his form. A long green tongue lulled out of his maw, feeling his skull start to jut out into a more canine muzzle of black sludge as the appendage extended down to his hefty member. Lorkos gave a long lick against it, a deep moan escaping his wet lips as the sensations were electric and intense to the touch.

"Ooooohh..latex...has nothing on this," he chuckled with a pant of steam escaping his black muzzle. Lorkos's skin tingled in the cold, but somehow shifted about by the second as it slowly adjusted like symbiote to its new master, molding him more and more. His fingers curled and inflated into hefty sized paws, dripping with black tar along the green claws that pushed through the liquid. The moist layer on his buttocks began to bubble as a dripping long appendage began to snake out of his tailbone, expanding out into a wolf-like tail that must've been dipped in oil; it looked rather menacing too with the spiked frills sporting around its base as well. Lorkos rubbed his oozing cock more and more along the pavement, stimulating himself to new heights as it bloated a bulbous spot at the base, the cock starting to get similar cracks that glowed green like other areas of his body. The final changes swept over the horny monster with another grind of his cock, feeling those wet ears of his point up along his large head while his back feet expanded into huge paws like his front.

Wallowing on the ground in a large puddle of black sludge and green-glowing cum, Lorkos was no longer the war veteran human he was upon entering the party. That form was too weak and uninteresting compared to the entity he was now. Rising up onto two legs, he gazed his green eyes over his body as the goo began to harden into a more durable substance while retaining little of his sticky part. It felt like he was a living strip of latex, but completely malleable to the touch as his finger shifted about into different appearances before his eyes, grinning with an evil deep chuckle. "This is perfect," laughed Lorkos as he made his hand form a spear, then a spiked mace before warping back to his bestial clawed hand he initially had. "Who needs a costume now...," he smirked as his body rapidly altered to goo-like werewolf with large muscles all over in a flash, "when I can be ANYTHING I want. Or even...anyone. Ooooohhh...the possibilities...are endless."

Lorkos shook his slimy fur about, the green cracks extending over his ripped form as he paced his way back through the maze, following the trail of droplets he left behind to reach the entrance. He leaned his black nose to his palm, smelling the scent excreting out his bubbling pores. Before he would've been repulsed, as if smelling rotten eggs; but now, it was like a rich aroma of orange chocolate. Without even thinking, his green tongue slurped out along his palm, slurping up a tar clump into his mouth as he began to chew on it, like living candy moving around in his cheeks and teeth as he smacked on it. "Mmmm...nothing like good taffy," murrled Lorkos through the wet smacks of the treat, the taste so rich as he chewed more on it before swallowing it down in a large gulp. "Oh? Heh heh, sweet," he grinned at the sight of the black palm. Despite just slurping a piece of himself up, the black material had already reformed by the time he looked back, as if nothing had vanished before. He could literally eat himself up and reform if he wanted.

"Mmmm I wonder," growled the beast upon turning the hedgemaze corner, the steel gate in full view again. Lorkos ran his large claws through the green brush, his knife-like fingers carving through it like butter as leaves and twigs spilled over the area. He snickered with a flex of his bicep, the veins glowing bright green with the new strength that surged through him. Lorkos gave a swift kick of his foot to knock the gate back open, arching his head back with a bellowing laugh as if he was now more powerful than ever in this new form. And on a night like this, the beast would be free to do whatever he pleased.

Gazing down at his twitching black cock, green cum still drizzling out, a green-toothed smile slipped under his lips as he eyed the back entrance to the mansion, still hearing the loud sounds of music in the distance.

"Heh heh, time to go break the ice and liven this party up," chuckled Lorkos before striding up the cobblestone path, a trail of wet and black gooed pawprints left behind in his wake.

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Chapter 4

The autumn winds kicked up the dry leaves all along the quite empty street. Street lamps illuminated sections of the street which was eerily empty. Not a soul was around. Only the sound of the rustling leaves could be heard.

Suddenly there was sharp electrical cracking sound that ripped through the air. A bolt of electricity arched from the middle of the street creating a glowing sphere, then another bolt of electricity and another. They arched across the entire width of the street causing the street lights to sway and flicker.

The burst of electricity caused a static hum in the air as the arching lightning started to pull open the sphere of light. It grew wider and wide with every passing moment. A swirling vortex of bluish light was being expelled as it grew.

The vortex spun and swirled as it widened to a size that could swallow a car. The wind it pulled up blew the leaves all around the street making some of the Halloween Decorations on peoples yards sway.

Once the vortex seemed to be wide enough a large three clawed hand reached outwards. The hand was tipped in black claws with maroon colored scales moving back towards the arm. A second hand pushed through the vortex grabbing the edges like they were a solid mass. The bulging muscles seemed to strain to pull whatever they were attached to through the vortex.

As they continued to strain something else started to pull out of the swirling hole. First a set of horns pushed through followed by a short purple furred muzzle. The strange creature growled and strained trying to pull itself through the portal. Its glowing blue eyes darted around taking in its surroundings as it continued to pull through.

Below the head a pair of muscled legs finally pushed through. Two toed and clawed they dug into the asphalt of the street to try to pull its owner through. They too were maroon colored and scaled just like the arms.

Finally the torso and chest started to pull out of the vortex. They were equally muscled and covered in a mix of scales and fur. Purple colored fur covered front of the chest and torso while the maroon scales colored the flanks.

The creature gave a deep growl before leaping out of the portal and slamming down onto the ground causing deep cracks to form in the street. Its long tail tipped with a green barb swayed behind it as it let out a deep sigh taking in the cool air. It turned towards the portal just as it started to close.

The creature huffed looking around at its strange surroundings curiously. The hum of static in the air slowly dissipating as it walked down the street a bit. It stopped as the voice of a female could be heard. He turned and spotted a human woman walking down the street with her two children.

“Come on you two need to get you home. Mommy needs to have a drink after this long night.” The woman sighed dragging her two daughters down the street.

“Wow mommy look at that costume!” One of the little girls squealed out looking towards the creature. The creature just huffed and looked at the small things.

“Oh..yes..that is certainly interesting. Good work on your costume….whoever you are. A bit creepy to be in the middle of the street though!” The mother called towards the creature.

The creature just stood there and watched with its glowing blue eyes a moment as they walked down the street.

“This…realm is strange…but at least they are not attacking me…yet…” It said in a deep rumbling male voice. “Now to find this…being that said he could help me.” He grumbled holding up a pumpkin shaped piece of paper with an address on it. He looked down the street noticing flashing lights off in the distance. His sharp hearing picked up the sound of music as well. He started his march down the street hoping this was the place.

After several long minutes of walking he came up to a massive manor. Several of these humans have gathered here for some kind of gathering. The ones that saw him gawked at him and kept saying how amazing his costume was. He just nodded to them thanking them as to not rouse suspicions.

He walked up towards a table that had an elderly woman who looked up at him and fixed her glasses.

“Well is that not an exotic costume. What are you supposed to be? I take it you are here for the party?” She asked.

“What I am is not that important. I was giving this invitation to meet with someone.” The creature said holding out the invitation to the woman. She quickly snatched it up and looked at it. This one was a bit different. It had a special signature on it that she quickly recognized.

“Oh my! This is a special private invitation for master of the house, Sam. Let me see what my list said about this.” She says picking up a clipboard and looking it over before flipping a few pages over. “Ahh here you are Mr…K..Kuriooo..Mor..”

“Kuraginhomura…or KGH for short….” The creature said always hating how humans butchered his name.

“Ok then Mr. KGH….you are invited to the private party down that little path there. Just follow the lights. Sam will find you when he is ready to meet with you. Enjoy the party!” The old woman said handing him his invitation back.

He just huffed taking the little piece of paper before walking down the path. It was a bit hard to move around some of the low lying tree branches and bushed but he finally made it a large wooden door. He reached for the knob nearly crushing it as he pushed the door inside.

He was quickly overwhelmed with music and the sound of people partying. His eyes darted around trying to take in everything around him so he did not leave his guard down. He did not think these people posed a threat but he needed to be sure he was safe.

As he moved through the crowd trying not to knock anyone or anything over he kept getting looks. Some would look shocked others would grin and give him thumbs up. Others would call over to him saying his costume looked amazing.

“Quite an amazing costume my friend. Did you make it yourself?” A voice asked from the side of KGH.

“Well..you could say my mother did.” He says smirking at his own inside joke.

“Well she is a talented lady.” The voice said coming from a rather large human man. His face covered in short hair. “You here for the party?”

“I am here to meet someone. I was giving this.” KGH said holding up the paper invitation. The man quickly snatched it from his hand eliciting a growl from the creature.

“Oh..so you are here to see Sam. For personal business I assume.” The man smirked slyly. “Well if that’s the case than let me take you to a private area. I doubt you want to be around…humans too much.” He says with a knowing smirk.

KGH looked at him and sensed something about this man but nodded. “Thank you. I am not one for large parties.” He says before following the man down through a hallway nearby. A duo of furry creatures move past him giving him a strange curious look before continuing into the party. He could feel a strange energy coming off the one but did not seem to care to investigate.

The scruffy man led him down the hall way a little ways before opening a large door. He let the creature walk inside before shutting the door. Inside the room was a massive library with hundreds of books on shelves and a massive fireplace. A roaring fire was going making the room nice and warm.

“You can wait in here so you are not around other humans too much. I’m sure Sam will be with you shortly.” The man said with a grin heading towards the door.

“How do you know what I am here for? What I am?” KGH asked curiously.

“Because I can sense beings that are not…from this realm we could say. “ The man said as his eyes flashed a golden amber. “Now if you excuse me I have two dear friends to attend to. They are getting a bit anxious for the festivities to start.” He chuckled before leaving the room. This left the creature standing in the room with his tail swaying as he looked around. He was not sure what to expect now.

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Minutes passed as KGH paced about the soft red carpet of the supposed study room, his blue eyes watching the flames flicker and dance across the burning wood as time ticked away slowly. The creature felt so drained with each passing second, hearing the nearby grandfather clock tick and tock with each swing of the pendulum. Only the loud blasts of musical notes blaring from under the door and down the hallway to the party could keep his mind from drifting off to sleep, continuing to pace back and forth on his scaled feet. That is, until a slow turn of the door knob brought him back to full alertness.

KGH's head swung about like a swivel, eyes fixated on the wooden door opening forward. The light from the hallway illuminated the silhouette of a man, smaller than the creature in size by a bit as he strode into the room, glancing down at his sterling pocket watch before placing it back with the chain in his upper black coat pocket. "My my...how time always seems to fly with these festivities," chuckled the older gentleman.

"Who are you exactly? I was supposed to wait for someone to arrive here...unless that happens to be you," KGH asked with a directed stare at the grey-haired man, who simply chuckled more to himself, as if he was amused with the sight of the wondrous specimen that stood before him.

"Who am I...," started the old man, stepping towards KGH with hands at his back "is of little importance of the matter at hand, Mr. Kuraginhomura. What is the better question....is who are you?" Stepping closer to the fire the old man showed a strong resolve about him. The creature didn't feel any animosity from the human, and seemed rather surprised initially that the man didn't show any fear or hesitation in stepping so close to him while remarking with such a peculiar question.

"I don't seem...to follow what you mean, Sam," replied KGH, observing the human stand in front of the roaring fireplace with his back to him. He pulled back out the decorative letter in his clawed hand, staring more over it as the lantern smiled back at him. "I was told in this invitation that you would have answers for me, that by coming here you would provide me the answer to a something I've been searching for a long time. And now that you are here...and I have you alone...you WILL give me what was promised."

A low growl came out of KGH's muzzle, taking a step forward as Sam appeared unphased by the noise, idly standing in front of the fire with gloved palms extended out to soak in the warm heat. But as the creature took another step forward, an eerie pulse blasted his thoughts, his blue eyes going wide as he felt it. There was something unusual about this human; a vast pressure of aura instantly swept over KGH, nearly making him feel weighted on every muscle of his body as he strained and gritted his teeth, willing himself to stay standing. Yet after a few seconds, the creature could no longer feel the aura around him; it was as if it suddenly shut off as he heard a small chuckle come from Sam, who simply shook his head.

"Urgh...my head...," growled KGH, brushing the side of his skull with his palm. It took a moment for him to blink away the bright spots that clustered in his vision. "What...was that?"

"Oh, my apologies," the old man replied, turning his head over his shoulder to see that KGH was alright. "I sometimes forget the limits of my abilities around others." Sam adjusted his vest collar, turning to face the creature as he once again placed his hands behind his back, as if concealing something. "What you felt just now is but a taste of power that, urgh...how to say this right, I can 'bestow' upon you," Sam explained with a gesture of his hand before concealing it again. "But first...you must decide if this is the path you wish to take."

The maroon scaled creature seemed rather perplexed by the statement, staring at the old human as he awaited a reply, and yet...KGH seemed rather at a loss of words. Is this what he meant by having the answer I seek?, the creature pondered to himself, his barbed tail swaying about the carpet. Urgh...what does he mean with all this anyway?

"Something wrong, my friend? You appear rather troubled from the looks of it." KGH nearly freaked out some from his daze, Sam standing just a foot from him with a warm smile over his lips.

The creature shook his head, grunting a small sigh as he stared his blue eyes into the old man's. "It's not that. I'm just still..confused is all." KGH stared down briefly at the lush red floor, feeling the soft ends of the carpet brush beneath his worn-out soles. "You mention these things as if you know a lot about me, old man. And if that is really the case, then please. Tell me! What am I? And what is it that I seek so badly that I would leave my own domain without a second thought?"

Sam stared calmly into the beast's eyes, sensing the tone of desperation and frustration at the same time. He knew this feeling all too well, as several approached him before from the past to seek such answers. Most were turned down in the end, being too much to handle; yet for KGH, being as he was a creature of a strange origin, Sam had a good idea on the truth of it despite meeting KGH for the first time. And it was one he would gladly share.

"Ahem," coughed Sam as he paced past KGH, staring at the wooden door. "Most people...don't really know too much about me. It's just the nature of how I work or manage things if you will; from behind the scenes and all. That being said, when I handed out these invitations like I do every time around this glorious holiday, I do so with a purpose. How is it done you might ask?" Sam chuckled to himself before continuing. "I'd be a fool to divulge even that to anyone." The old man turned about on his foot heel, his wrinkled brow furrowed some as he stared deeply into KGH's eyes, almost as if penetrating his own thoughts. "The straight answer you seek Kuraginhomura is so obvious that our eyes are blinded to it. It's been in front of you sense you first came into existance, yet only until recently you've had a hunger grow inside you to indicate that it's there. And with each passing day now, that hunger will continue to grow and consume you within...until you sate it."

"Please...stop with the riddles," KGH protested, shaking his purple muzzle as his mind felt even more confused. "Answer me, old man. What am I, and what is it I seek?!?"

"Power."

"Huh? Power?"

"You heard me right. Power...is what you seek. Not the idea of it. Nor the presence of it. Just power, it's most raw form."

KGH's eyes went wide, the word ringing about in his skull as a slight grin came over his muzzle before quickly vanishing back to a puzzle-looked, as if a dormant part of his psyche began to stir from within. "But...why do I crave power? I mean look at me," the creature said with outstretched arms, his muscles tensed up with shifting scales as his body became on full display to the human. "Do I really need something like that with how strong I already am?"

Sam smirked as he shook his head. "You aren't seeing the full picture, my friend. It's not you don't NEED any more power. It's that your body, or rather a part of you, WANTS more of it. You are a chimera of sorts, Kuraginhomura. A unique creature in it of itself. Born without purpose, yet poised to search for one regardless. And to that end, after getting a glance into your head for a second time, I can see that fire still burning in your soul. A need to become powerful beyond your wildest dreams. So that no one can harm you, ever again!"

KGH seemed stunned, the truth hitting him like a ton of bricks at the realization. All those years of being poked fun at by others of his kind for being so inferior and weak compared to them. And yet as he stood in this study now, the fire roaring at his back while the grandfather clock ticked and tocked with each sway of its pendulum to the side, the creature felt a new feeling rush over him. A dark one at that.

"Then tell me," grinned the creature, his white fangs illuminated as he partially turned in view of the firelight. "Where can I acquire this....power, you speak of?"

Sam grinned, his right gloved hand extending out with a small glass object in it. A small vial, corked on the end with a viscous red fluid suspended in it.

KGH quickly rushed a clawed hand out to snag it, but the old man was quick for his age, shuffling a backstep just out of reach. "Hold it my friend. Let me explain." The creature reshifted his stance, glancing his eyes over to the other arm coming into view with another vial of same size; yet this one had blue liquid in it.

"What if I told you...that I can give you the power and strength you seek so that you may never feel threatened by anyone again?" Sam gave a small shake with his left arm, the azure-blue liquid glistening as it sloshed about some in the container. "Then all you would need to do is drink this, and the answer you came for will be yours."

"Hmmmm, I see. That does sound rather...enticing," grinned KGH, eyeballing the azure-blue vial before shifting his attention to the crimson one, his blood starting to rush with excitement as it glistened too in the light. "And what of the other choice?"

"Heh heh," chuckled Sam as he sloshed about the red vial. "Or...what if I told you that I could give you more power and might beyond that of any other creature of your race; like from the ancient tales of myths? But with a cost." The old man's eyebrow raised up. "Which would you take?" Despite presenting the question, Sam already knew KGH's answer before he even did; it was apparent in his blue eyes, the lust seeping from it with each passing second as the creature took step after step towards him.

KGH snarled with no words, lashing out a quick clawed grab as he snatched up the red vial with no hesitation, tossing the glass vial with the crimson liquid into his gaping maw before crunching down on it. He swallowed the syrup-like substance down with the broken shards in one gulp, obvious to the feeling as he instantly became consumed with the lust that remained dormant within him for so long, spilling out like a broken dam.

Sam watched from the side as KGH hunched over, rest mist and steam spilling from his nostrils and maw as his body began to glow red all over, the heat emanating strongly into the room from his core. His irises began to shift to slits, the outer eye being swept over in a deep yellow. The creature's muscles began to flex and contort as his veins spilled out over his arms, swelling rapidly with new strength and vigor as they ballooned some in size. His clawed feet dug into the carpet, tearing a strand off of it as the claws on his hand and feet lengthened and dug into the ground as he toppled to all fours. Suddenly, an extra arm that was just as beefy as his other arm erupted from the side of his barreled out chest; and then another followed suit, the fingers twitching and feeling the air as he assumed control over them both. The plated scales that adorned him glistened over with a blood red hue now, the sheen of them being so slick in the light as they armored up and covered more of his frame; even his purple fur began to grow out and shift to a lighter hue while taking on a more rugged appearance.

As all of this unfolded, Sam seemed hardly phased at all as the creature continued to transform before him, calmly slipping the blue vial into his coat pocket as KGH roared and cracked his neck, feeling a massive pressure coming from both of his upper shoulders as he grew several more inches in size. The taught red skin of his scaled flesh strained some before two heads began to push out and form, both horned like his original head and with one on each side of him as they grinned their own set of white fangs. As KGH's own horned frame extended and shifted into a pair of jet black horns, a deep chuckle came from his red maw, the electric sensation tingling his spine as a row of individual spikes popped into place and ran down his back and over his broad swishing tail. "Oh yes...YESS!," growled the three-headed beast, creaking his jaw some to get used to speaking with 3-heads now. "Now this is a body that I can definitely enjoy, hah hah hah!" With a slight turn of both heads, the creature loomed over and faced the old man, staring back with a warm smile before adjusting his cuff link. "I think it's time I repay you for your service, old man. I won't be needing you now." KGH slurped his big tongue over his main muzzle, flexing his clawed hands out as he took a step forward, shaking the floor some.

Sam simply stood in place, marveling at the effects of the potion over the chimera that was KGH. The beast's frame was loaded with muscle, his pectorals and abs pushing out slowly with growing strength as he continued to get stronger with each passing second. But just how strong could he possibly get at this rate? "Fascinating, I must say," chuckled Sam with a brush of his chin with a gloved hand.

"Huh? Grrr...why are you not intimidated by me, old man?," growled the left head. "I could crush you like a grape!"

"Could you now? That might be true...except, there's a slight problem with that." As he mentioned this, Sam reached casually into his coat pocket, the chain pulling out with the sterling pocketwatch as he opened it and smiled. KGH stared on, the intent clear on all three faces as he eyeballed his prey, just waiting to hear the last words from his mouth. Yet unbeknownst to him, while his mind was on tunnel-vision, several sparks began to clack and surge from his broad back, like the same electrical storm that occurred when he first arrived here. The watch swayed about in front of KGH's heads, until he got a good view of it to read the time.

11:59pm. The silver needle with only a quarter of its rotation left to go.

Sam cocked an eyebrow as he smiled up at the beast. "You're already out of time."

"What do-argh!" KGH's slit eyes widened, a strong current instantly pulling him from behind, like someone opened a window as several books and papers began to slosh about the room. The gravity in the room rose in intensity by the second, only the loud chime of the grandfather clock striking 12 echoing over the roars of the beast. His right head glanced to his back, seeing a similar portal from whence he came opened up to the size of him, and pulling hard at his large frame while swallowing up his broad legs first. Despite his colossal strength, KGH's attempts at tugging on the lush carpet were useless, the fabric tearing out in clumps to expose the wooden floor board beneath as he struggled to pull himself out and grab at the smiling old man, who simply stood in place but just out of arm's reach.

"ERGHH what treachery is this?!?," barked KGH's middle head, flashing a raged stare while straining to hold his upper half out of the portal. "Why am I..I'm not finished here!"

"Oh but I think you are, my big brute of a guest," chuckled Sam, closing the watch with a snap in his hand, another surge tugging more of the beast into the black void of the sparking portal. "How do you think you were able to arrive here in the first place, heh heh? You see... you only had 2 hours since you arrived to remain here. And now that those hours have passed, it is time for you to return. But before you go, I do have one message for you." Sam stepped forward, KGH's three heads and neck all that remained in the room as his arms pulled at the tangible sides of the portal to drag himself out, despite his futile efforts. "Happy Halloween!"

As a grin crossed his lips, Sam gave a swift kick of his heel to KGH's nose, making the creature yowl out with a yell before it instantly died off and the portal closed before him, a few sparks of lightning lingering in the room as floating pages and books tumbled to the floor about the place. The fire was slowly beginning to die down from the looks of it, black coals and burnt wood flickering lingering flames above the grey ash pile around the iron bar holder.

With a dust of his arm, Sam gave a sigh before placing the watch back in his coat pocket. He knew he'd have to clean this mess up. Though now wasn't the time; he had guests to attend to and the rest of the evening to celebrate with them. Suddenly a creak came from behind him, alerting his gaze to the large wooden door swinging open as the large man from earlier appeared, staring about the messy room with a smirk.

"Ahem, everything alright up here Sam?," inquired the man as the mansion owner turned to face him and stride in his direction. "I um...heard some commotion while I was upstairs looking in the attic for that...book you asked me to retrieve. Figured I'd come and see what was up."

"Oh ho ho, thank you for coming to check Marcus, but I assure you it was nothing to be alarmed about," Sam replied with a wave of his gloved hand. "I was merely finishing a chat with one of my special guests. He had apparently had a ride to catch," he said with a chuckle, Marcus grinning back him.

"Ah, heh heh, so I see. Did he find what he was looking for?"

"O yes, most definitely. I think he will be quite satisfied with the gift I gave him, for the time being," Sam spoke while glancing back at the dying fireplace. "Tis a shame it only cost him his sanity to acquire it. Still, I think he is more than happy with the price he paid." He hardly noticed it from the scuffle, but now it could be seen from where KGH stood lay several puddles of a strange white glowing fluid, seeping into the tattered carpet and exposed wood. "Anyways," Same said, turning his attention back to Marcus who stood at attention. "The book. You weren't able to find it?"

Marcus gave a sigh, bowing as he gave a pleading expression for forgiveness from the master. "No, sir. I rummaged through the chests like you asked upstairs, but I had no such luck. I'm sorry..."

"It's alright Marcus," Sam replied with a wave of his hand, urging his servant that there was no need to bow in his presence. "It's probably in the vault if anything. I can go get in a moment. But for now, I need to address the guests now that the clock has struck midnight." He began to pace down the hallway before stopping in his tracks from Marcus replying behind him.

"Address the guests? Then that means...it's time?" The old man turned, watching a sly grin creep over his servant's face as he smirked and nodded back. Sam wouldn't dare end the night on such a grand event without a showstopping performance. One that all of the guests and attendees would never forget as always.

"Indeed it is, my friend," grinned Sam. And with a quick turn on his heel, the old man hastened his walk down the lit hallway, the music ringing in his ears as he approached the main ballroom. The final curtain call was about to rise on set as the moon lingered in full view outside in the evening sky, like a spotlight on the main stage for the final act to be played.

The End?