Harold slowly got up, cautious of the bang he heard from downstairs. He turned on his bedroom light. Almost immediatly, a spark flew from the switch, and the light boom that occurs with power outages rang through the house.
"Fucking shit." Harlod mumbled to himself. He reached for his phone and tried to turn it on. Nothing. Harlod could have sworn that he had charged it. He tried to turn on his computer, but again, nothing. Harold huffed. He was in the middle of harassing some furry bitch with the stupidest username: funhouse_furry. She was spouting all this stuff about magic and curses. "God" Harold said to himself. "These furries really think they're hot shit on the web. What a fucking joke." Harlod grabbed a flashlight and went downstairs to his garage.
On his way to the garage, he passed through the livingroom. He found the source of the bang. His landline was in pieces on the ground. Harold rationalized it must have just falled off the table. That had to be it. Right?
He walked into the garage. There was the breaker. It was a little blackened, as if the whole system was fried. Harold didn't know if he should touch it or not. He slowly opened the door to the breaker box. Inside was the cause of the blackening on the door. A purple rune was burned into the series of switches. It glowed menacingly. Harold took a step back in shock, just as the rune burst with electricity, knocking Harold on his back, rendering him unconcious.
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Harold slowly awoke, his head throbbing. He noticed 3 things in succession. First, he noticed the purple glow of the rune was gone. Second, he noticed his bare back and ass feeling the cold concrete of the garage. Third, he noticed his raging erection.
"Harold" Harold bolted up, the voice he just heard sounding like it was a girl in his head. "Harold get up."
"Who are you? What's going on?!" Harold shouted.
"Oh Harold. You probably wouldn't recognize my name, so howabout this: funhouse_furry. Ring a bell?" The voice cooed.
"You furry bitch you did this to my house?" Harold shouted.
"Always so angry." The voice said "Let me explain. I have placed a curse on your house. You have no way of getting out. Only people come in. But once they do, they're stuck 'til the end as well." Harold noticed the large garage door was now a wall. "Yes Harold. All exits have become walls."
"How did you know I was thinking about that?!" Harold screamed.
"I can read your mind, Harold." The voice hummed. "I can manipulate your body too. Such as that big ol' boner of yours." Harold just now looked down to his penis, but almost fell back again. A glowing purple cockring was around the base of his penis and balls.
"What the fuck?!" Harold screamed.
"That is the rune that I placed in your breaker." The voice giggled. "Its a magical cockring. It will only allow you to cum when I allow you to. On that, the crux of our game comes from your house. Every item in your house is meant to transform some part of your body or aspect of your mind to fit a certain animal. Everytime a part of you transforms, you will be able to cum. The game will end when your cock and balls finally transform, leaving you trapped as a chimera furry abomination. You can win your humanity back if you retrieve 5 more purple runes, enough to create the counter spell, and return to the garage."
Harold was panicking. This bitch was psychotic. Harold quickly reached for the cockring, trying desperately to get it off.
"That's right Harold. Try to get it off. I'm sure you won't make an ass out of yourself." The voice chuckled.
Harold kept pulling, but no luck. He felt a pain in his ears as he tugged. His ears grew skyward, becoming long and pointy. They covered themselves in a pointy grey fur. Harold reached up out of pain and felt his new donkey ears. The shock was short lived as the donkey ears completed their transformation, cause the cockring to allow ejaculation. Harold couldn't resist. He grabbed onto his cock, pumping it vigirously. His ears wobbled as he threw his head back, cumming harder than he ever has in his life. He panted, feeling the alien feel of his donkey ears.
"Bravo Harold." The voice rang. "Wonderful demonstration. I didn't even need to explain the rules, such as: if you try to remove the ring, you will slowly turn into a hairy, smelly jackass. Let that be a warning."
Harold was in shock. He felt the cockring reinstate it cum ban. His cock immediately sprang to life again. Harold continued to feel the ears. He didn't want this. He didn't want to become some furry freak. How in the world was he going to get out of this? He grabbed the flashlight.