Don't Trespass In Haunted Houses
A little story I wrote for halloween. Hope you all enjoy.
The following story has yiff in it, which you probably expected since I don't know how else you got to it other than a naughty website unless someone stole this story and posted it elsewhere (in that case fuck you stealing people). If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever the legal age of reading porn is where you are) then you should not read it because you'll get in trouble if you do. I know this won't stop anyone but at least i won't be held accountable (Yay)
Story Written by Jake Brian Purplecat
Don't Trespass In Haunted Houses
Peer pressure can lead people to do terribly stupid things. It could get them to drink way too much, jump off of things way too high for it to be safe, or in the case of the scared feline which this story follows stay an entire night in an abandoned house.
The cat walked cautiously as he looked around the place. It was pretty nice for no one living in it. Tidy and clean, and even somewhat furnished. This made him think even more that the guys were right about it being haunted.
On the bright side if there was a ghost or something keeping everything in nice shape at least it didn't attack him yet. Maybe it wouldn't even want to. It's not like he was breaking anything or trying to be disrespectful.
Opening one of the doors he stumbled upon a bedroom and went in. He'd need a place to sleep for the night eventually. There was even a bookshelf with plenty of things to read before bed. That would be a good distraction from thoughts of haunting and monsters.
It would be at least if it wasn't for the fact that most of the books on the shelf seemed to be about monsters or horror or things of that nature. It seemed to range from classic monster stories to what seemed to be pretend 'how to' of witchcraft. Thankfully there was one book that seemed to deviate from this theme.
He pulled it off of the shelf and looked at the cover. "The Karma Sutra for All Powerful Cosmic Nerds." He read, "Seems to be about magic still but at least it isn't spooky." He sat back on the bed and started flipping through the pages.
After a minute or so he heard some strange noises from under the floor. It was a mix of angry animalistic growling and ghastly wailing. More than enough to convince the cat to leave the book on the bed and start running out to the hallway. Unfortunately whatever power was angry at him seemed to not want him to escape, as the floorboards started moving underneath him. The planks seemed to get sucked underneath the walls on either side of him, making it harder with each second to find a place to put his foot down at.
Before he could even get to the end of the hallway the floor was practically gone with only a dark abyss under the teenager. Gravity did it's work and he sank down into the unknowns of the haunted house. Time became a little confused at that point, if it was seconds or hours since he fell, or if he slept at all during the decent. The cat certainly didn't remember how he stopped falling either, if he hit the ground or was caught by someone. Either way he was now upright and being held by what felt like an octopus without suckers. There was a blindfold keeping him from seeing what the room he was in looked like so someone must have put it on him.
"Finally got everything set up. Now I can let you see again." A tentacle lifted the blindfold off him and he was face to face with what seemed to be a cute girl his age. The room itself looked like it started off as a generic Halloween party decorated for kids but over time parts of it was replaced with much more disturbing horror stuff. "Breaking and entering, snooping around, going into my bedroom, looking through my private book collection, and trying to escape without getting punished first. As far as first impressions go you seem to be terrible at them kid." She continued.
The teen tried to tug his hands free of the tentacle's grip but it was too strong for him. "I'm not a kid, I'm a teenager." He said in response. Glancing up at what was holding him he realized that it wasn't a creature but a glowing and somewhat see through spell. "I'm sorry about trespassing in your house, it was a stupid dare from my friends."
She giggled a little at hearing this, a dangerous smile on her face. "What does it make you if you follow stupid dares I wonder. More importantly I want to know your name criminal." He hesitated a little bit, wanting to comeback at her that it's rude to ask a name without giving one but instead he complied with her request. "My name is Dragon. Silly I know but dad thought a tough name would help his kid be an athlete or something."
"Guess it didn't work considering you couldn't even outrun the floor." The girl taunted him. "Now, about that punishment." She unsheathed her claws as she walked towards Dragon. A small magical aura seemed to gather near her claws. It was almost like the tentacles, but more sharp looking. Her paw reached up towards his face slowly. He felt the palm of her hand against his cheek, the magic razor claws less than an inch away from his skin.
Within seconds shreds of cloth started floating in the air. Even though he was glad she wasn't cutting him yet he was afraid with each slice that blood would be drawn. It wasn't though as the witch moved her way down from the shirt to the pants and even made sure that the shoes and socks became nothing but tiny pieces that couldn't hold together on his body. He was now fully naked and exposed to her.
The magic at her claw tips poofed into smoke as she laughed gently at his fright. "You didn't think I'd actually kill you? If I did that to every stupid kid that stumbled into my house I'd have secret service people investigating disappearances and I'd have to move or something. Besides there's much worse... and more fun fates than death."
Suddenly a tentacle rubbed up against the naked male's back. He struggled as it slid down slowly. Unlike the other tentacles it started to leak out some sort of gooey liquid. Once it reached the teen's bottom it immediately slid into the tight virgin hole. The slimy appendage moved in and out roughly, inching it's way deeper with each thrust.
After a minute of grunting and soft moans from her victim the witch walked over to her prisoner holding a glass bottle. "Mmm, I can't tell if you realize begging for it to stop wouldn't work... or if you're just enjoying it." She reached over and started jerking him off, the other hand holding the bottle in front of his cock. Her hand felt unnaturally warm and caused extra sensitivity wherever it touched. Dragon squirmed as he was sandwiched between two strange and literally magical feelings. Having only been touched by himself before it didn't take long before he was cumming directly into the bottle.
The girl smirked and milked his cock until he was finished. She took it over to a shelf and put a lid on it. "That should be useful for an ingredient later. Maybe I could even use it in a summoning spell to get you back here and harvest some more... not that you seem useful for anything else.~"
Dragon blushed at the mocking hoping she was just teasing him and not serious. He didn't dwell on it too long because he was interrupted by the tentacle suddenly pushing way deeper inside. It wasn't hurting him, but it felt too deep to be good.
"Wait, make it stop! At this rate it's going to rip me apart!" The teenager begged as the tentacle pushed further in. He struggled and groaned as it slid through his body managing not to do any actual harm, only teasing him as it kept growing longer through him.
His voice soon became muffled as the tentacle pushed up going through his throat and mouth, grinding back and forth through his whole body. The witch watched him amused as he tried to fight the fact that he was enjoying it.
She sensed he was close to cumming so she made the tentacle disappear suddenly. "Your punishment is nearly complete. Next time you come around, if you knock and wait to get invited in maybe I won't have to tie you up while you're here. Maybe I'll still do it anyway if you ask real nice." The witch giggled as she walked up to the male, kissing him softly on the lips.
Then somehow he was on the porch of the haunted house. He looked around, wondering if it hadn't happened or if he got teleported out. Since you don't get cold as quickly with fur it took him a second to realize he was still naked with a little bit of tentacle goo on his lower back. He tried to open the door but it was locked and unmoving with only a whisper in his head as a response. "No perverted magic punishment is complete without a walk of shame. If you hurry you might get back home before anyone wakes up and sees you."
Dragon grumbled a bit and turned to start streaking back to his house. Whatever his friends would say when they found out he wasn't in the haunted house by morning and didn't complete the dare, with or without them he'd probably be back there the next night.