Hypnovember 2021 Stories
Day 22: Ghost / Posession
by Fractured Puppet
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#f/f
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#bondage
#consensual_kink
#cws_in_chapter_forewords
#D/s
#dom:male
#dom:nb
#drones
#exhibitionism
#f/nb
#fantasy
#furry
#hypnosis
#hypnotic_amnesia
#hypnotic_bondage
#hypnotic_language
#hypnotic_machine
#lactation
#m/nb
#microfiction
#multiple_partners
#nb/nb
#pov:top
#scifi
#solo
#sub:male
#sub:nb
#urban_fantasy
CW: Loss of body autonomy, possession, forced(?) masturbation, weirdness.
Nat hadn’t believed Casey when she’d warned them the old house they had bought was haunted.
That had been a mistake.
They hadn’t seen it at first. Heard a few funny sounds, noticed some things moving around, sure. But Nat had also been unpacking after a cross country move and had ADHD. Something they swore had been on the desk showing up in the kitchen wasn’t exactly unusual.
It took two months before the ghost showed itself, and whatever Nat might have imagined, it was even stranger.
They’d been up too late, tired but unable to sleep when a soft humming sound came through the walls. It didn’t seem to be coming from a specific point, but it made the hair on the back of Nat’s neck stand up.
“What the…?”
They had been about to go see if some kind of pump or appliance had kicked on when they saw the faint blue glow in the hall.
It seemed to swim through the air like a combination of an Angel and a jellyfish, the shades of blue light coming from streaks of energy inside its form that almost seemed to form veins or nervous systems suspended in…well…nothing Nat could describe, really. It was filling space, but also seemed oddly translucent. They could see the pictures on the walls through it, yet everything seemed a bit distorted as the “ghost” moved past.
Nat was frozen in place with shock and disbelief when it swam into the room, the oddly human features contrasting with the shimmering blue eyes and lack of an obvious mouth.
It locked eyes with them, and they watched the translucent “hair” ripple and sway as it lunged forward.
The ghost’s…hand…wing? Fin? connected with their skin and seemed to envelop it for a moment before sliding into their skin with a tingling sensation as it passed into their hand.
The nerves in their hand buzzed and went numb, but Nat could still feel as their arm began to move, fingers flexing and stretching of their own accord.
The experience of their own hand lovingly caressing their own face was…odd. That had nothing on their possessed hand slipping down their pants, though.
Shuddering as the tingling touch stroked and explored them, Nat sank down to their knees, and there was a sensation of being gently pushed back until their shoulders hit the end the bed.
The fingers that were no longer in their control squeezed and stroked, teasing and edging them as Nat’s eyes grew heavy with lust and submission.
It stared back, head tilting and somehow giving the impression of a smile as they trembled with bliss.
The last thing Nat remembered that night was the shocking intensity of their orgasm, and the way the ghost’s glow seemed to become stronger before they passed out.
They woke the next morning in bed, a bit groggy and sticky but otherwise no worse for wear. Nat had almost put it down to just a strange horny dream until it happened again a few weeks later.
After the fourth time Nat had been controlled, taken, and returned there was no question they believed in ghosts. But they wouldn’t mind a way to tell the ghost to stay and cuddle more often…