Sarah turned over in her bed and groaned. Something was making her uncomfortable in the last few days and she couldn't figure out what. There was some kind of ominous feeling in the air, and it seemed like she was the only one who could feel it. A couple nights ago she started hearing a weird scracthing noise that she couldn't figure out where it was coming from, and she could swear that the next night it started again, and got slightly louder. She had trouble falling asleep that day and finally brought her concerns to her parents. "Dad, I just can't shake off this weird uneasy feeling I have. Something is wrong, and I think I heard something scratching last night." "I didn't hear anything. Did you, dear?", he asked, looking at his wife. "Nothing at all. It's been quiet, just like always. Perhaps there's just something shifting or rustling somewhere. Noises sometimes travel oddly through the earth", she tried to reassure her daughter. "Sarah's imagining things again!" smirked her brother. "She's just been all skittish all week. First it was if the costume would look good, then it was if it would fit right, and now it's probably something else. Relax, sis, it's just a party, it's not a big deal if you don't have the prettiest disguise in the village". "No, I'm serious!" insisted Sarah. "There's something wrong, but I can't figure out what. I think the noise was coming from the wall that has the shelf on it". "I know what it is!" chimed in her brother again. He put on his best scary voice. "It's HIM. He who waits behind the wall. He who has no shape. He can't be stopped. He comes. Zalgoooo...." The father lightly bopped him on the head. "Stop messing with your sister. Nobody is coming, and there definitely there isn't anybody waiting behind the wall. The only thing behind that wall is a lot of very solid rock. This hill was a real pain to dig through and I remember very well that I stopped at that point because it became impossible to dig through. You've got the most solid wall there is in the house." "He's right, dear", added her mother. "The reason why we're so far apart from the rest of the village is because we decided that making a home in the safest place in the area was worth it. To get to us from the front you have to go through the rest of the village, and our house is inside a hill with a huge cliff our side. No predator has ever tried to get in here that way. There's no way to get down alive, not to speak of getting back up again afterwards." The conversation kept going along the same lines, until Sarah threw her paws up in frustration and went back to her room. Behind her, her father scratched his head. "Weird. Teenager things maybe. Things sometimes get weird and uncomfortable when one is growing. All those confusing new feelings, strange changes in..." -- Sarah slammed the door, and threw herself on her bed with her paws against her ears, refusing to listen. Despite her parents' assurances and her brother's ridicule, her uneasiness hadn't left her. Instead it had only increased. She had spent the several days before that lying in bed and listening to every rustling and creak in the darkness, and getting more and more restless and paranoid during the day. Her parents were starting to look at her with concern and she overheard them quietly discussing who in the village was the best qualified one to help her. But on the night before Halloween the exhaustion finally overwhelmed her, and she finally fell asleep instantly and slept deeply. Sarah awoke early in the morning. Her mind was now much clearer after a good's night rest, and she took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh breeze coming out of her window. Everything in the world seemed alright again, and she sighed happily. She slipped out of her pyjamas and examined her own naked figure in the mirror. She hadn't done it in some time, since a classmate had teased her and said she'd never grow any bigger. They were lies of course, but they still managed to get to her. But today she was feeling particularly good and decided to risk it. To her great relief, her breasts seemed to fill a bit more of her hands than the last time she checked out. This was very good, as the costume was rather more revealing than her parents would have liked, and she was really looking forward to seeing people's reactions. She got dressed and went to have breakfast. Time passed slowly and she grew restless as the time when her friends were supposed to arrive came closer. As the hour got closer, she went to the store room to fetch the broom she needed to complete her costume. It was the deepest room in the house, that her parents had carved out of the hill with great effort, so it didn't have any windows in it and was always dark. Just as she found it, she saw something glint on the wall, and suddenly felt an inexplicable tinge of fear. Something was wrong again. She grabbed it up quickly and ran to her room as fast as she could. Sarah slammed the door shut and pressed herself against it, tightly clutching the broom in panic. Her heart seemed to be about to explode. On the other side there was some kind of banging and creaking, which wasn't helping. An unknown amount of time passed as she stood still. "Don't be silly, Sarah. You can't be afraid of a dark room or squeaking floors. You're not five years old anymore. It's just the other people getting ready", she told herself. She slowly separated herself from the door. "That's it... breathe... oh dear, I am talking to myself now. That can't be good." The panic reduced somewhat, but refused to go away entirely. There was a party to go to, so shaking slightly she changed into her costume, which took rather longer than it would normally have. Steeling herself, she opened the door and returned to the living room to wait for her friends to arrive. Something was wrong. It took her a while to figure out what, but after a couple of minutes she finally realized it: the house was completely silent. That was odd. Her parents should be getting ready too, and her brother was a perpetual noisemaker. But all she could hear is the ticking of the clock and the wind and rustling leaves outside. It was very unsettling. "Tick... tock... tick... tock..." Finally unable to stand it any longer, she rose from the sofa and went to the kitchen to see if the rest of her family was there. It was empty, but there was some strange faint smell in the air that she couldn't quite figure out what it was, but which carried some sort of terrifying menace in it. "M... mom? Dad?" she weakly asked. "Where are you?". She took a few steps towards her parents' room, when the floor lightly creaked behind her. So that was it, she thought. It was all some kind of silly joke they were playing on her. Why, she'd give them a piece of her mind! "Gotcha!" she exclaimed, and whirled around. Then she gave a terrified shriek and backed up into the kitchen counter. There was a huge, red furred figure standing in the doorway. It was almost naked except for a cape, male, very muscular, and tall enough that even her father would look small next to it. Its mouth was open in a gleeful, sharp-toothed smile, and the huge hands had sharp looking nails dripping with something red. Then it opened its mouth, and said in a deep, malevolent voice something that sounded like "Boo!" Sarah jerked backwards in terror but the counter behind her stopped her from going any further. The figure smiled slightly, but didn't move, observing her with interest. Still hoping really badly that this all was some kind of sick joke Sarah was about to call again for her parents, when she noticed that the fox's claws appeared to be dripping with blood, and screamed. With a terrifying speed, the fox rushed forward, grabbed hold of her, stuffed a rag into her mouth and then effortlessly proceeded to drag her into the living room and drop her on the couch. Without any further delay, he easily picked her up, placed her on his lap, and started shredding her costume with his claws. Sarah shook like a leaf. The fox's strength was terrifying and he shredded her costume like it was made of tissue paper. She quickly realized that escape would be hopeless unless some sort of miracle happened. His hands prevented her from rising up and escaping with what seemed to be no effort at all for the fox -- clearly he had strength to spare, though she had tried her best to escape his embrace. Soon the fox had her stripped almost entirely naked and paused. While still holding on to her he reached into a bag he had brought with him, and placed some kind of object on three legs on the table, then pressed a button on it. After something clicked his attention was back on her. The fox spent a while examining every inch of her in silence, removing what little remained of her costume to get a better look. Sarah was beyond caring at this point. Her mind was focused entirely on her family. What had happened to them? Were they dead? Did any manage to escape? The fox paid no mind to her mental anguish and kept looking at her with what looked like curiosity. Sarah wondered what was going to happen now. Why was she still alive? What was he waiting for? The wait was unbearable. Suddenly, the fox suddenly spoke in her own language. "I like young bunny girls. You are pretty." He had a heavy accent and wasn't very good at it, but he was surprisingly understandable nonetheless. That seemed to answer part of her questions, and the implications didn't bode well for her. He seemed to read her surprise correctly and added "Yes, I learned a bit of your language. It makes things more fun". Two things came to her mind at that point: he was probably going to do something horrible to her, and her friends were about to arrive. She had mostly resigned to her fate by now, but her friends coming to harm truly terrified her. Another answer came when the fox's hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed. There wasn't any gentleness in the touch, and things only got worse as the fox squeezed her chest harder, driving his claws into her sensitive flesh until she started screaming into her gag from the pain. The sadistic fox seemed amused. "You can cry all you want. It won't help." Time slowed down to a crawl as the fox slowly tormented her, until she suddenly realized that her friends were about to arrive and looked in horror at the clock. It was indeed the time. The fox seemed to catch on to what she was doing, and gave her a very unnerving smile. "I know about your friends. I have been watching. I am waiting for them." Sarah broke down completely, and sobbing incoherently, desperately tried to escape the fox's grasp, but it was no use fighting against the fox's iron grip on her. Her captor only seemed to be amused by her attempts, and cruelly laughed. At that moment, there was some slight movement in the window, and the fox quickly peeked out of it for a second, before shutting the curtains. "Our guests are here!", he said. "I will make them a surprise". The fox wasted no time, and effortlessly picked her up, before impaling her on his erection. Sarah screamed into her gag, feeling as if her insides were being torn apart, but the merciless fox paid no attention to her agony, working himself deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. Everything inside her seemed to be on fire, and even the slightest movement was excruciating, but the torture continued for what seemed to be an eternity. Right when she thought he was about to rip her apart and finally kill her, the fox managed to do something even worse: he stopped. In a daze, she couldn't understand why she wasn't dead yet, and couldn't offer any resistance as he tied her body to the chair. She only came back to reality when somebody knocked the door, and the fox came forward, and still naked and dripping with her own blood, swung it wide open. Words could not express the sorrow Sarah felt when she saw her friends on the other side. "Trick of trea..." they started, before their eyes took in the horrific scene before them, and their words turned into a scream. She tried to scream "run!" into her gag, but her friends still stood in the doorframe, frozen in terror. The fox stood in the middle of the doorway with a horrible self-satisfied grin, and pressed something he was holding in his hand. There was a bright flash coming from the bushes that added to everyone's confusion. Taking advantage of the distraction, the predator quickly darted out of the door, grabbed her friends, and threw them inside, before grabbing something from the bush and closing the door. It took the fox no time at all to gag and tie her friends as well, who were now sobbing in terror. He released Sarah from the chair and tied all three to a rope. They tried to scream to no avail as he dragged them through the house, next to the mangled bodies of Sarah's family, but the sounds were too muffled and they were too far from other people to be heard. Despite all three of them trying to resist with all their strength, he was still stronger and soon they were in the storage room. The fox opened the doors of the closet that sat next to the wall, and Sarah finally understood what had happened: there was a hole inside which lead to a dark tunnel, which likely led to the other side of the mountain. The fox took a minute to gloat. "Clever idea, right? It was very hard to dig that tunnel. Now I will get to have fun with you three for a long time". Their desperate screams and sobs faded into the darkness before the fox collapsed the tunnel behind them. ----------------------------------- "The party starts at 10 PM my ass", grumbled a wolf in a Freddy Krueger costume. "I had to make excuses to make it here and miss a promising party, so where the hell is he?" chimed in a girl covered in blood. "I suggest that if he doesn't show up in 15 minutes we..." started another partygoer, but stopped when he noticed that the host had finally arrived. Ryan had just appeared from behind some trees and was now heading towards the cave where the party was going to be held. The fox was panting from the heavy extertion of having to drag three resisting bunny cubs behind him. "Huff... hey people. Sorry about the wait", he said, before pausing to catch his breath. "I promised you a surprise, and here you have it!" he said, pointing at his captives. The general mood instantly changed from grumpy and annoyed to very cheerful and interested. People crowded themselves around the terrified captives, trying to get a good look of them. "What, no boys?" complained the bloodied girl. "There was one, but he put up too much of a fight. Besides, these three put up enough of a fight already, and I was late enough as it is", explained Ryan. "Don't be so ungrateful, Luna", said another guest. "Anyway, what is the plan with these?" "Oh, you're going to love it!" perked up the fox. "First, you get to hear my incredible tale of breaking into the bunny village and snatching these three. Then, I will take preorders for the amazing photos I took while there. I promise you've never seen anything like it. Then we'll have the auction. And finally, a feast at which these three will be... guests of honor." "Auction. Figures. Typical Ryan, working hard to extract the last cent", grumbled the Krueger wolf. "Oh, I think it will be fun. It works like this: for each bunny there are 4 categories: exploration, light play, heavy play, and coup de grace. Exploration means you get to play without causing damage. That is a fixed amount and everyone who wants can get a turn. Light play means you can mess them up a little bit, up to four people. Heavy play means anything goes except anything that causes death quickly. And the last one is obvious." "Damn you", grumbled the wolf. "You always know how to make things exciting. I wonder if there's still time to sharpen these claws, this gives me a few ideas..." "Pfft, fake claws are no replacement for the real thing", scoffed a very muscular tiger who was proudly displaying his to the terrified captives. "They might not be as long, but I think they will be most impressed with what I can do with these." "Anyway, why are we still standing here? Come inside, people!", said Ryan. The music and loud noise ensured that even if anyone did walk right next to the cave, nobody noticed when the screams started.