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Alone in the haunted house, Kairo thought about paws. The rabbit had been on the road for almost a week, bouncing from investigation to investigation like a band on a Midwest tour, and, with few opportunities to get off, they were getting pretty pent up.

For at least the third time that night, they reached for their phone where they had set it down on the coffee table. It would be so easy to pull up some paw porn they had bookmarked and let out a shuddering load or two. But, once again, they forced their mind back to the present. After all, there was still a job to do.

They glanced at their EMF meter. Seeing that the readings were still nominal, they pulled out their audio recorder.

"Is there anyone here who wishes to communicate?" they asked the empty living room.

Pause for response. Rewind. Play back. Still no EVPs.

Kairo imagined fluffy paws propped up on a desk, soft digits flexing and spreading. Or maybe Kairo would be under the desk, a helpless pawrest made to massage and worship every inch.

The fantasy was interrupted by Jake's voice crackling through the walkie. "It's your fifteen-minute check-in. Everything still boring in there?"

Kairo shook their head clear and reached for the walkie instead of the phone. "All readings still nominal. How about in the van? Over."

"I thought I saw something on the thermal earlier, but it was probably a bird or something."

"Did you mark the timestamp so we can review the footage later? Also, say 'over' so I don't cut you off. Over."

"Yeah, yeah, I marked it. But we're not going to find anything, so who cares? Let's get out of here and grab some veggie burgers. Over."

Kairo let out a long sigh before pressing the talk button. "HQ won't certify a ghost insurance policy with only two hours of data. We need to stay here until at least 3 a.m. Over."

"Whatever. Over, out."

Kairo flopped onto the couch and pinched the bridge of their nose. A partner outside the house was a necessity on the job, but Jake's professionalism left a lot to be desired.

To complicate matters more, the rabbit had found themself stealing glances at him for the last few days. However they might feel about Jake's personality, they couldn't deny that the short, fit goat had a great body. And in the days they'd spent cramped together in cheap highway motels or the air mattress in the back of the van, there had been plenty of opportunities for Kairo to see that body in nothing but a pair of briefs - once with an impressive bulge of morning wood that practically started them drooling. It was fortunate that Jake was straight, or the rabbit might have done something regrettable by now.

Kairo's paw, reaching for their phone and some much-needed sexual relief, found only the cool wooden surface of the coffee table. Confused, they looked around and noticed it hovering at the foot of the stairs, ten feet away.

Their eyes went wide. All horniness forgotten, they pulled out their walkie once more. "Jake, we have a gross manifestation. Over."

"What do you mean, 'gross?' Bile? Ecto?"

"'Gross' as in 'visible to the naked eye.' Over."

Jake huffed. "Obviously. I knew that. So what do you see?"

"Something, uh, has my phone." The moment they said that, the phone began to drift up the stairs. "It's carrying it away right now. Over."

"Well, get after it."

"We don't know the strength or category of the haunt. We should call for backup. Over."

Jake groaned. "Dude, it'll take hours for HQ to get someone out here. Just follow it, take some measurements, and then we can report a positive result and get out of here."

Danger aside, Jake had a point. Besides, who knew what the presence was going to do to Kairo's phone? The last thing they needed was an exorcist bill if it ended up haunted.

Kairo steeled themself against the hardwired instinct to flee from the supernatural, stood, and walked toward the hovering phone. As soon as they drew close, it mischievously sped up and vanished into the darkness of the upper floor.

Although they flicked the light switch, the upstairs remained dark. The buzz of fear in their head grew louder, and Kairo wondered whether it wouldn't be better to call for backup after all. But there was no way they could call Jake back to say they were chickening out. It would be fine. All they had to do was record some spectrometer readings and grab the phone, they reminded themself.

Pulling out their flashlight, they padded slowly up the creaky steps. According to the blueprints they had studied earlier that day, the second floor had only a bedroom, bathroom, and linen closet. After verifying there was nothing in the bathroom or linen closet, Kairo took a deep breath and pulled open the door to the bedroom.

They flicked the light switch, and this time the room lit up. Maybe the manifestation was already fading, they thought hopefully. Stepping inside, they saw that, besides a king-sized bed in the far corner and a TV on a small stand across from it, the room was spacious and empty. Their phone was nowhere in sight.

Their long ears swiveled to the sound of the door clicking shut behind them. Startled, they turned and reached for the handle only to find that it had disappeared, leaving only a flat wooden surface. It seemed the manifestation was nowhere near finished, and Kairo was now trapped in the room with it.

Turning back to face the room, they finally saw their phone. A sleek black panther, laying on her back, held it above her muzzle as she scrolled idly. This might not have been so strange, except that she was not laying on the bed, but rather floated in the middle of the room, bobbing slightly up and down.

She was entirely nude and the pink pads of her footpaws hovered exactly at Kairo's eye level. Despite the danger of the situation, a throb of heat pulsed between the rabbit's legs.

The panther's ears twitched, as though Kairo, not she, was the unexpected guest. She propped herself up on her elbow as though on some invisible surface and lifted herself slightly to look at them. Her golden eyes glowed unnaturally.

"Ghost hunter?" she asked. Her voice was deep and husky.

Kairo, unsure of themself, could only nod. They had been in the presence of spirits before, but none had ever addressed them so directly.

"I'm a poltergeist, psychic vampire subtype," she said. "Strength F3. The name's Nahlia. Write it in your logbook."

"I, uh, keep my logbook on my phone."

Nahlia raised herself to a full sitting position, and her tail twitched with sudden predatory interest.

Holding up the phone, she said, "Then come get it, mortal."

With a quick glance at her admittedly gorgeous footpaws, Kairo walked awkwardly around her outstretched legs to reach for it. As they did, the panther's body turned in the air to keep her legs and those magnetic paws between them. If Kairo took one step forward, their muzzle would be buried in them - an image they could picture vividly, and which they found difficult to dismiss.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Could you, uh, move your legs, or maybe hand me the phone?"

"Oh, I see. My paws are distracting you."

"What? No way."

She curled her digits alluringly. "I know you're a slut for them. I've seen the bookmarks on your phone."

Kairo could say nothing in response.

"'Caged pawboy begs to cum on perfect paws,'" Nahlia recited. "'Paws in your face compilation.' 'Subby bunny plugged and stepped on.'"

"Okay, okay!" Kairo's ears burned, undoubtedly red as tomatoes. It was impossible to look the panther in the eye without her tempting footpaws taking up the lower half of their vision, so they looked away.

"There are a lot more here. I could go on."

"No. Please stop."

"Normally, I wouldn't. I'm a psychic vampire, like I said, and I've made a whole meal of your fear and embarrassment already. But you're so pitiful that I think I will give your phone back."

Kairo sighed in relief. "Thank you."

"On one condition." Flexing one footpaw, she said, "Kiss it."

Their heart throbbed with a combination of lust and fear. Physically touching a ghost was never a good idea, especially not an F3. "I don't know."

"I'm not going to posses you. I just want one taste of that lust." Her glowing eyes flashed even brighter.

As Kairo considered it, their eyes inevitably drifted back to the panther's footpaw. It would feel incredible to bury their sensitive nose in those digits, to press their muzzle to that soft pad, but the rational part of their brain knew they shouldn't.

"I'll help you decide," Nahlia said. Her body, again without visible means of movement, darted forward and her right footpaw crushed against Kairo's face. Startled, they gave a muffled cry.

"Kiss," she commanded.

Unable to resist, they parted their muzzle and planted a kiss on the broad pad. It was unbelievably soft and warm, and Kairo felt their cock throb and stiffen. As if on instinct, they put out their tongue and ran it along the pad.

"I never said you could lick, horny bunny. But if you want more, I'm happy to oblige."

Without removing the paw from Kairo's face, she stood, or rather her body rotated to an upright position. She pressed down until she stepped on their face with practically her full weight, and Kairo sank to their knees as their tongue explored every texture of the footpaw filling their vision and mind.

Nahlia continued lowering her body until Kairo was forced onto their back on the carpet. She now looked as though she were sitting in an invisible chair above the rabbit.

"Since we're renegotiating the deal, here's my proposal. You stay down there, do whatever your perverted little heart desires, and I'll let you go when you're finished. But I get to make a little video." She pointed the phone down at the rabbit melting beneath her.

"Wait, you're-" Their words came out slurred and muffled, so they struggled to extract their face from under the panther's footpaw before continuing. "You're not going to send it to anyone, are you?"

"Of course I will. It would give me an abundance of humiliation to feed on."

"Please," they begged. "I can't let people see me like this." Besides revealing the depths of their fetish, it would make them look unprofessional.

Nahlia chuckled. "It's not up to you. But, since I'm a generous poltergeist, how about this: I'll only send it to your contacts if you cum."

Though ashamed of their neediness, they were unable to keep the whine from their voice. "I don't get to cum?"

"If I can't get your humiliation, I want your sexual frustration. Is that a problem?"

Nahlia may not have been possessing Kairo, but staying in her presence for so long was undoubtedly affecting their judgment. They should have radioed Jake by now, or jumped out the window - anything would be better than letting the ghost frame the terms of their escape.

Their eyes returned to the paw in their face. "No, it's not a problem..." they said helplessly.

"Then get back to worshiping, pawbrain. Say, 'Yes, Nahlia.'"

"I..."

"Say it, mortal."

"Yes, Nahlia."

"And start stroking."

"Yes, Nahlia."

As if they had been waiting for permission, the rabbit unbuttoned their pants immediately, letting their rock-hard cock spring loose and fall against their belly.

She scoffed. "You're that hard over paws? Weirdo."

The panther placed both her footpaws on Kairo's muzzle and smothered the rabbit's face with them. Plush, velvety black fur, warm pads, and her digits curling and gripping filled their mind, and they let everything else go. Her claws slid out whenever the rabbit's tongue ran over a sensitive spot, but she managed never to scratch them.

At the edge of their awareness, they saw the unblinking lens of their phone camera hovering overhead and, just behind it, a feline grin glittering with sharp teeth. As Kairo lost themself in paw worship, huffing, licking, and eagerly stroking their cock, the poltergeist drew energy from the rabbit, making the lights in the room flicker and dim.

"We both know how this is going to end," Nahlia said. "That thing between your legs is doing the thinking for you, and it's not going to let you stop."

As lost in pleasure and lust as Kairo was, they were sure she was wrong. They would enjoy another minute of this, maybe two or three, and stop as soon as they got close. Later that night, they could find some quiet moment away from Jake and drain their balls while fantasizing about those perfect paws. It wouldn't feel as good as it would to get off right now, but the consequences of that video going out weren't worth a few moments of quaking pleasure.

"You're nothing but a typical breeder," she continued. "You saw something that made your cock hard, and now you can't think straight. The only relief is to leave the object of your lust sticky and dripping."

She lifted her footpaws from Kairo's face and they gasped for fresh air. Sliding back as though on a rolling chair, the panther now placed her footpaws on either side of the rabbit's cock.

"This is a good angle," she said. "Cum all over them for the camera."

Kairo met the gaze of the phone camera. They pictured how they must look on video - panting, expression glazed-over, paw frantically working their cock. Pathetic was the only word for it.

Hot pressure built up in their balls. It was almost the point of no return, but the rabbit had no willpower left to resist. Pleasure clouded their mind, and Nahlia's words echoed in their ears: the only way to get relief was to drain their balls onto those addictive footpaws.

There had never been a choice, they told themself. Nahlia used some kind of mind control, hypnotized them with her glowing eyes. Hadn't she? In any case, it was no use resisting at this point.

"Let me fuck them," they panted. "I'm close."

"That didn't take long," she laughed. "Look right in the camera when you cum. I want to capture that stupid face you're going to make."

She put her footpaws together, easily enveloping Kairo's cock, and the rabbit pumped their hips in and out between them. It was inevitable now.

"Keep looking at the camera or I'll ruin your orgasm, pawfucker," Nahlia said.

Eyes already half-closed in anticipation, they forced their gaze away from their cock and back to the camera. As soon as they did, climax struck them like lightning. They cried out as overwhelming pleasure raced up the length of their cock and soaked through their body. Ropes of hot seed drenched the panther's pads, lubricating the rabbit's final thrusts and splattering her dark paws with white, dripping cum.

The lights went out completely as Nahlia absorbed the energy of the rabbit's pleasure, and the air crackled with electricity as her power swelled. Once the lights flickered back to life, Nahlia returned to her position over Kairo's face.

"Clean up your mess," she commanded them.

With the camera still staring down, they ran their tongue over every inch of her footpaws and between her digits, messily slurping up their own salty cum and swallowing every drop. To finish the job, she wiped off her sodden paws on either side of Kairo's muzzle.

She stood with her full weight onto the rabbit, pinning them down. "Stupid bunny. Hold still now while I send the video."

Remembering the consequences of their pleasure, they cried, "No, wait!"

"A deal's a deal, isn't it?" she tapped rapidly, selecting contact after contact.

The rabbit squirmed as they tried to escape from under her. They might have succeeded when they first entered the room, but she was so much stronger now - F5 at least - that they couldn't move. To their shame, part of them enjoyed being beneath her even now.

"Sent," she said simply. "Thanks for the food, mortal. Come play again sometime."

Nahlia's body swelled uncannily for a moment, and then she melted into sticky green ectoplasm that rained down on Kairo and soaked into their fur. Their phone dropped onto the carpet beside them. They snatched for it. There was still one desperate hope: they could send out follow-up texts, something like, "haunted attachment, do not open!" - but the screen was dead.

As they tried uselessly to reboot the phone, they didn't notice the congealing ectoplasm rolling down their body. The globs hardened into a solid green shell around the rabbit's cock, then fastened itself in place around the balls. It was already done by the time Kairo noticed.

Kairo would not be getting off again for awhile, and no doubt Nahlia would be feeding on their frustration from here. The cage pulsed teasingly around their still-sensitive cock as if to confirm that suspicion.

In the bathroom, Kairo plugged in their phone, then hopped in the shower to scrub off the ectoplasm and cum. They anxiously checked their phone every minute, but it refused to turn on. Nahlia must have shorted it out entirely.

They sighed. There was nothing they could do but hope that their friends understood that the video was just one of the hazards of the job. After all, the poltergeist had used mind control on them, hadn't she? It wasn't their fault.

As they left the house, they saw Jake waiting for them next to the van, holding a disposable vape in one hand while looking down at his phone. Kairo's mouth went dry.

The goat looked up. "Hey."

"Hey."

He took a long drag from his vape. "You're not into hooves too, are you?"

"Jake!"

"Should I start wearing shoes around you, or what?"

"Don't be like that! I was mind controlled!"

"Whatever. Let's break down the equipment and get out of here. I'm starving." He reached into the van, pulled out a clipboard, and clicked a pen. "I'm guessing we should mark the place as haunted?"