The Manor
Old Halloween commission for Azil34 on IB. Contains cub.
The night was quiet. In a peaceful, eerily silent suburban neighbourhood, where the houses stretched for miles, a long boy shuffled his way down the pavement, illuminated by only the lamp posts he passed under and the dim glow of the moon above. His shoes shuffled against the floor as he dragged his feet, looking anxious and reluctant. He raised his head, his sharp, yellow feline eyes briefly dilating under the warm orange lighting above him, and he stared out across the street at a medium-sized manor that sat on the outskirts of the neighbourhood. It's exterior was fenced off, a wire metal gate keeping everyone out. With a nervous gulp, he crossed the street.
Oliver was an 8 year old white and black furred feline, and one who shouldn't be out this late. Barely old enough to look after himself, the young cub, clad in a pair of simple shorts and a baggy hoodie, was out so late at night for only one reason: a dare.
He was the shy one of his friend group, a boy who didn't have the confidence to be loud and boisterous, who wanted nothing more than to sit and enjoy socialising and to observe. His friends were kind enough to get him to join in, but they were teasing, and occasionally a little manipulative. This particular occasion was no different: Halloween was effectively around the corner and rumours had been circulating around the playground about the abandoned manor at the edge of the district. Some said it belonged to an old witch. Others said that a serial killer used to live there. No matter what story children made up, the general premise was the same: the house was haunted, and anyone who went inside never came back out.
Oliver was one unfortunately soul who believed in such things, at least to some degree. He didn't really believe it in its entirety, but the thought of going inside scared him, and he had made his feelings on the subject known one particular lunch time at school. Revealing his fear had unforeseen consequences, and it didn't take long for his friend circle to persuade, coerce and dare him into visiting the manor so late at night. They wanted him to survive, perhaps even bring something back as proof. Oliver was too peer pressured to refuse them. He could have stayed at home and lied about it or chickened out, but despite his shyness he was a boy who stuck to his word. So, there he was, standing at the steel gates of the haunted manor, his knees trembling and knocking together.
The lamp posts nearby had long since flickered out and died, leaving the boy bathed in darkness as he reached out and fumbled for a lock. He was surprised to find that the gate to the manor wasn't even locked, and as he pushed on the gate, it swung open effortlessly, letting out an audible whine as its hinges dryly bent and scraped to open. The feline nervously followed the path along the lawn, where the grass had grown far too long for him to see beneath, and he heaved his stocky, short fame up the steps until he reached the door. His trainers scuffed against the wood as his hand shook, betraying his fear. Slowly but surely, he reached out his hand and grasped the handle of the front door. He winced as he slowly pulled the handle down, briefly surprised to find that the door was unlocked. He gave it a slow, steady push and the door eased open, allowing him access inside.
The interior was pitch black, but Oliver had luckily brought a flash light with him, conveniently stowed away in his backpack that he'd been carrying on his back. He swung it off his shoulder and rummaged through it for a moment until his fingers curled around the handle of the tool, and he withdrew it from his bag, thumb pressing into the switch on the flash light's main housing. The light sputtered on and illuminated a wide circle of light on the adjacent wall, revealing a number of cobwebs that clung to the corners of the room as well as black mould on the walls. The house had seen better days.
Oliver curiously swept the flash light across the room, taking in its features. He had first assumed that he was in some sort of living room, but it seemed to instead be a small, cramped lobby-like area, though it was more akin to a hallway. It was several metres in length, and at the far end sat the stairs, leading up to rooms above. By the side of the stairs on the left hand side sat a door leading into another room, and there were two other doorways that were peculiarly ajar. Oliver turned the flash light in their direction and peeked through to see some sort of dining room and living room respectively. His nose wrinkled at the thought, before he scooped up his backpack and descended further inside.
It was eerie, but not as scary as he imagined. He was still terrified, of course, but he felt a little calmer knowing that it was just a normal house, with normal furniture and walls. He spotted a few photos hanging up on the wall, old and in black and white. He wondered how old the people were in the photograph and why it wasn't in colour, his 8 year old mind unable to comprehend the history of the past and exactly how long the small manor had been left abandoned.
A creak resounded from behind him and he froze on the spot, feeling all the heat drain from his face and body and a chill ran up his spine. Slowly, the boy turned around to see the front door, which had been left wide open, was now neatly shut. The boy nervously gulped, his hand shaking around the shaft of the flash light as he turned his body around, casting the light across the hallway towards the other end. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was here. All of a sudden, a not-so-scary house became utterly horrifying. He wanted nothing more than to leave.
As he looked across the stairs leading up to the room, he heard something. A quiet and tender 'thud' from behind him, like something had dropped onto the cold carpeted floor beneath them. The boy's heart pounded mercilessly in his chest as he slowly turned, casting his light back in the direction of the front door. The minute his eyes laid upon what was there, his body froze and his fingers loosened. He dropped the flashlight to the floor and it bounced, rolling across the carpet until it met with the skirting board to his left, conveniently shining the light on the front door.
Standing there with a wide-eyed, almost horrific expression was...well, him. Oliver was staring at himself, an identical copy that bore his black fur and white undertones, that bore his T-Shirt and shorts. The doppleganger made no movements at first, its eyes staring unendingly at the real Oliver, unblinking, unflinching. The young boy's breathing grew steadily sharper and sharper as the fear kicked in, and all he could think to do was run.
The boy turned, clambering up the staircase behind him to the upper levels, with no light to illuminate him. Before he even reached the middle landing, where the stairs turned at a sharp angle, he felt a mass curl around his ankle and pull him down. His chin ricocheted dully off the carpet as his legs were pulled out from under him and he cried out as he was dragged back down the stairs, his fingers gripping and attempting to grasp onto whatever he could. The mass grabbed him by the hips and effortlessly flipped him, as if he were made of paper, and his back pressed up against the jagged edges of the carpeted steps. He came face to face with himself and those familiar piercing yellow eyes. Oliver opened his mouth to scream, but it was smothered by no less than his own mouth.
Oliver didn't know what was happening. He'd never been kissed before, not by a girl or a boy, and certainly not by himself. But his doppleganger, the monster that held him down and had considerably more strength than him, was so confidently and ruthlessly roaming its tongue around his own, exploring every inch of his mouth and pushing towards the back of his throat. Oliver had no idea that a tongue could stretch back so far, yet he felt the doppleganger's tongue already aiming to push down into his throat, completely filling his mouth with its tongue and its warm, wet saliva.
The more that Oliver struggled, the weaker he seemed to feel. He couldn't describe it, but something was happening to him-- something that scared him to his very core. As he thrashed his arms, pushed at what was effectively his own body and kicked out with his legs, he grew weaker. His vision grew more blurry and his head swam as if he'd had one of his father's special drinks. Soon, he felt as if he didn't have the energy to fight back, and the doppleganger continued to kiss and roam his mouth, though it never pushed down completely into his throat. Though Oliver had no idea, the doppleganger's saliva was affecting him, making him light-headed and more receptive to the creature's whim.
Oliver gasped out as the creature finally pulled back, after several minutes of lewd suckling and kissing, leaving the cub's mouth full of saliva that he had no choice but to gulp down, some of it oozing from the corners of his muzzle. The creature's tongue snaked back and the doppleganger moved down the cub's body, reaching towards his shorts and effortlessly pulling them down past his boyish hips and off his feet. Oliver weakly managed to raise his head and wished he had, for the light-headedness made him dizzy, and with that dizziness came an acute nausea that had him lowering his head again in an effort to get his bearings. He could feel the doppleganger's hands violating him, grasping at his hips and moving around to his crotch. He felt fingers toying with his little humanoid member, barely an inch in length, and felt those digits pinch his foreskin, giving it a few leisurely tugs.
After a few moments, the hand withdrew, only to be replaced by the warmth of a wet mouth. Oliver let out a whimper, a tiny mewl as his body attempted to resist, but something inside of him stirred. All he could feel was a rough, fleshy tongue dragging across that single inch of his member, and his body reacted to the foreign yet pleasurable touch. Blood pumped to his little cock and his pre-pubescent member swelled and filled with arousal, pumping to life and reaching something akin to half-mast, barely much bigger than his flaccid length. Yet despite its size, the creature didn't relent: the tongue continued to roam as its mouth suckled and its lips pursed. Oliver was overcome with a tingling sensation that spread from his toes up to the tips of his ears, forcing him to shudder and let out a quiet, delicate moan. He had never experienced a pleasure like this before, and despite the fear that racked his body, he found himself purring just a little.
The creature continued to bob its head and suckle him expertly, its tongue coiled around the entirety of his cock which now stood at full mast, 2 and a half inches in length at the most. The doppleganger's lips easily pulled his foreskin back, but it met resistance at the head of his cock, causing the creature to loosen its grip just a little. The manor's hallway filled with the wet lewd sounds of the creature's sucking and Oliver was certain he could feel a warmth on his balls, presumably saliva trickling down his cock.
The pleasure heightened remarkably quickly, much to Oliver's surprise, until the young cat was squirming weakly and mewling quietly under the horrifying creature's sexual assault. The doppleganger didn't let up and continued to bob until the cub was trembling and shuddering beneath him, his heels scraping against the carpeted floor in an effort to pull away. The pleasure was immeasurable to the boy, but the unknown foreign feeling was scary, and he wanted it to stop.
Suddenly, all his muscles relaxed at once and a feeling of utter euphoria washed over him, making his very body shudder and quiver. His small cock pulsed powerfully in the doppleganger's mouth, but there was no fluids to be found. Too young to produce anything meaningful, the young boy was left panting as the new, delightful feeling spread throughout his body, leaving nothing in its wake but a dull hum that made him want to sleep. The intense sensation, which he had no way of knowing was an orgasm, faded as quickly as it had arrived, but that dizziness in his head remained firm.
Oliver couldn't quite see, but the doppleganger looked puzzled. It wasn't the 8 year old's cock that confused it, nor the way the boy had squirmed and writhed when he pleasured him. Rather, it was the fluids-- or lack thereof-- that bewildered the creature the most. As Oliver moved, yet another futile attempt to drag himself away somehow, the doppleganger flipped him over once more, forcing him onto his front and pressing the weight of his small body against the stairs. Oliver knew he was exposed, but he didn't know what to do. His body refused to act as limber as it did normally, with thanks to the strange saliva that had affected his senses. It didn't take long for him to feel the weight of the doppleganger atop him, as light as he was, and the wetness of a long appendage slipped down between his cheeks.
Oliver had never experienced anything like this before, and he wasn't sure what to think or believe. Part of him wished this was just some sort of dream and he'd wake up any moment now, but the wet feeling of a long, sticky thing slipping between his cheeks and prodding at his most intimate and sensitive part was an all too vivid sensation. He felt the thing forcing itself against his virgin pucker, forcing his tight ring to stretch and accommodate whatever it was that was intruding him. The doppleganger above him began to quietly purr and Oliver felt the vibrations against his beck, coupled with the searing, stinging feeling of his ass being stretched open. He tried to cry out, but his whimper was weak and faint, his breathing low and heavy.
That appendage sunk deeper and deeper, sliding into his behind like a wriggling worm. It embedded a good number of inches into him, leaving his ring stretched to its limit and then some, his inner walls spasming and gripping around the turgid length. The doppleganger's sticky cock was buried deep within him, its larger-than-average balls swaying to and fro as it kneaded the length into the cub's behind. After a moment of two of gentle coaxing, a fluid began to pump from the end of the doppleganger's cock, warm and gooey, oozing into the boy's insides. Each pump was accentuated with a powerful throb that even Oliver could feel, and each twitch pushed against something inside him that made his keeps burn and his breathing worsen. He couldn't stop himself from whining as his skin began to prickle and that same tickling feeling washed over him once again.
The doppleganger thrust back and forth ever so slightly, kneading its cock into the cub's behind as it spread more and more of that viscous fluid into the boy's behind, painting his inner walls with a fluid that bore no real colouration but seemed to seep into Oliver's body. Though the young feline wasn't to know its effect, the fluid seemed to something akin to an aphrodisiac-- a substance that made Oliver feel inexplicably aroused. It didn't take long for the cub's cock to grow thick and turgid once more, all 2 and a half inches pulsing and throbbing, aching to be touched and used. Oliver began to pant and whine with need until his very senses became dull with the blinding urge to breed. It was as if nothing else mattered.
The doppleganger couldn't quite be sure of when Oliver would be ready, so it continued to pump it's peculiar fluids into him for just a little bit longer, until the boy was squirming and grunting, attempting to wrestle himself out from underneath the doopleganger's form whilst simultaneously pushing his ass back against the length inside of him, groaning in the process. Oliver was so desperate for any form of pleasure that was even willing to be receptive to the doppleganger's wishes, and it was at that point that the creature was satisfied. With that, it pulled back, sliding its thick sticky cock from the cub's behind and withdrawing from him completely, its weight easing up off of Oliver's back.
The young feline felt strangely invigorated, but it was only because he was pumping with adrenaline and surging with so much sexual frustration that everything else seemed dull and numb. All he could focus on was the aching pleasure in his cock, the tight knot in his loins that was no bigger than pea, that he yearned to grow bigger. He turned around on the stairs, his cock standing on end as he saw the doppleganger ease onto the hallway floor, coaxing Oliver closer and opening its mouth expectantly. The young feline hesitated for just a brief moment, before he hauled himself off the stairs and crawled over. His eyes had thankfully gotten a little use to the dark, to the point where the flash light nearby was a little blinding to look at. Regardless, it made it easy for him to find his way up the creature's body, exploring what was basically his down form. He eventually moved fruther and further up until his crotch sat positioned over the creature's mouth, as the doppleganger had wanted.
Oliver didn't even need to get into position. The doppleganger moved its head up and caught his cock with it's muzzle, angling it down into its mouth. Oliver groaned and instinctively pushed his hips down, feeling the warmth of the tongue dragging along the underside of his member. Overcome with pleasure, Oliver lowered his upper torso and buried his head into his arms, spreading his legs apart and balancing himself on his knees. The doppleganger reached up to firmly grasps his cheeks and give them a squeeze, and the young 8 year old knew what to do-- thrust.
He began to buck down, sliding his cock as deep as he could manage into the doppleganger's mouth, until his balls met with the creature's chin. With that, he tugged back, withdrawing himself halfway before he thrust again. He started in on rapid rhythm, the saliva around his member aiding his thrusts as his balls slapped nearly off the doppleganger's chin with his relentless thrusts. All he wanted to do was bust his load-- he could think of nothing more than that. What was more surprising than his sudden need to cum, however, was the fact that he could cum at all; even as he thrust, pre-cum readily oozed from his member like a leaky faucet, and the doppleganger greedily gulped it down. Whatever the creature had 'injected' into him had suddenly made Oliver more virile and potent-- even his balls looked a little bigger.
Oliver couldn't stop himself from crying out in pleasure, slamming his hips back and forth and fucking the creature's face over and over, the pre-cum shooting from the end of his member in short, eager strings as the spittle pooled around his member and oozed from the sides of the doppleganger's mouth. Each thrust and buck made the pleasure within the boy all the more intense and potent, until he felt as if he couldn't stop until he was done. He bit down on his lip and huffed, whimpering quietly to himself as he furiously pistoned his hips, feeling the creature's hands clutching at his ass, fingers digging against flesh. It wanted this as much as him.
The pleasure reach its peak. Oliver knew he couldn't take any more, and his muscles begged for rest. Yet, in that moment a surge of pleasure rushed through him, granting him a brief moment of complete numbness to his muscles wearing. For that brief period of time, all he could think about was finishing what he'd started. A violent shudder rolled through his body, a sign that he'd reached a point of no return, and his thrusts grew irregular as the pleasure became unstable, spiking along his spine and making him cry out with utter ecstasy. He knew he couldn't take much more.
With a final thrust and a vivid shudder, Oliver orgasmed. This time, it was considerably more potent: his little cock throbbed and pulsed inside the creature's mouth and a thick, gooey rope of cum shot from his churning balls, splattering against the back of the creature's throat. One string soon followed the first, and then another, and each time the doppleganger gulped it down, greedily slurping and suckling, its tongue coiled firmly around Oliver's cock in an attempt to milk every last drop. The feline's balls tucked up firmly against his body as he let out quiet, laboured mewls, exhausted and spent.
Though the orgasm faded quite quickly, the doppleganger still continued to lick and soothe the boy's cock, intent on getting as much as it could. When he was satisfied that Oliver had finished completely, it eased the boy off of him. Oliver rolled onto his bad, and his closed eyes and slow, heavy breathing was a clear indication that he'd utterly passed out from the ordeal.
Before the young feline even knew it, it was morning. He awoke to the sound of quiet little snickers, and he blearily opened his eyes to see his friends standing over him, stifling their laughs and amusing chuckling to themselves. He felt a sensation in his crotch and raised his head blearily to see one of the boy's gently teasing his cock and balls with his shoe, as if he was trying to wake him up by doing so. The feline cried out and scrabbled to his feet, attempting to find his shorts as the other boys jeered and laughed with each other. They seemed satisfied that Oliver had done his part of the dare, and they waited for him to put on his pants before they left, taking the flashlight and backpack with them.
As Oliver left, he couldn't shake the feeling that all of it had been a dream-- but that wouldn't explain his pants being down and the strange feeling in his ass, as if he'd been used. Not only that, but he felt a peculiar tingling in his loins, and he felt the need to touch himself, to the point where it was almost a little unbearable. He pushed the feeling down and glanced back towards the manor, glancing at the windows. He wondered if the strange creature was still in there, the copy of himself. His friends called him over and he quickly jogged to catch up to them.
From the window of the manor, on the upper floor, a figure watched from behind a curtain, staring at the jogging boy through a thin slit in the curtains. The creature, long and gangly with a pot belly and horned features, idly rubbed it's bulging gut and hummed to itself in a dark, low tone as it sat in the dark, its long fingers idly tapping on the wood. All it while, it smiled, welcoming the new life it had stirring in its belly. One day, that life would make itself known.
And Oliver would never see it coming.