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The Poltergeist Next Door

By

E. S. D.

Our story opens in a brand new days dawn over the perfect little suburbanite nest called Oak Brook Meadows, blanketed with that perfect humidity between a hot summer and cool falls morning. Sunshine illuminating a light musk of fog hanging over lush dew soaked yards, sounds of lawnmowers chugging to life sending the delightful scent of cut grass in plumes to perfume the few more than 4 dozen houses comprised within. Joggers taking advantage of the cool morning, dripping sweat and huffing along cement tiled trails while housewives from all across the spectrum of sultry made sure their houses woke up to the sizzling sounds of a roaring grill and an all American breakfast. We however are focusing on two houses in particular, both with the same two-story, three-bedroom, two-car garage design with the only thing missing from the traditional dream a picket fucking fence.

Going a bit further we'll dial in on one of those joggers, a young cheetah lad fresh on the cusp of adulthood just beginning his eighteenth fall season, bouncing up and down along the sidewalks encircling every dwelling. Trecking upward on the northern end Daniels lithe chest rose and fell in a smooth controlled rhythm, thighs burning under his sweat-soaked deep blue gym shorts. Leg scorching goodness dug in with Dan's progression peaking up over the hills crest, passed one of two entrances riding the flat top before nose-diving back to a flat stretch of street where he resided. This was the best part of every jog for him, not getting back home, his preference honestly lied out and about keeping an active body moving, no Dans favorite part came as he passed his neighbor's, Hanks house.

Five foot eleven, two hundred fifty pounds of pure Marine shark rocking not much more than a grayed pair of shorts and a dumbbell. Veins popping out under the press of rock-solid muscles beneath, the great white bulls blue and white themed skin misted with a fine layer of well earned sweat glinting in Daniel's eyes as he passed, taking extra deep breaths in hopes of catching a whiff of the bull he'd pawed to on countless nights just next door. Alas, the pair never did much more than smile and wave at another while the young cheetah booked it home as soon as eye contact was made less Hank see Danny's raging erection, him being underage and all. Even with that set aside this coming weekend Danny would be stuck to a family birthday dinner for his eighteenth, maybe something fun would happen at a smaller outing with friends later, sweaty back pressed to a locked domicile door he sighed looking down at camp raised in shark support, who was he kidding? He'd never be so lucky.

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"Now Daniel, I know it's your birthday this weekend sport but your mother and I have some very important business work to attend to." The young cheetah's face visibly sank in disappointment, "Great, so he'd be alone for his eighteenth too?" Poor little guy just couldn't win...

"Luckily Hanks agreed to take you in and watch you for the weekend, I'd please like you to show him nothing but respect." Danny's demeanor changed with the flick of a switch, restraining an epiphany worthy smile and hiding an equally eager erection under the center island countertop.

"Yes dad." Was all that came out but oh my lord the possibilities dancing freely in that young cat's head, "How would he snag his catch?" He would ponder as thoughts waned and wandered, would he snag Hank in the shower? Bearing bold and brass simply sliding the shower door open and kneeling in front of his hunk of a shark baying to be the outlet of Hanks sexual desire, would he inquire about getting in shape and packing on a bit of bulk only to hike his shorts down and get bent over that weight bench he saw every other day? Hanks needs being a little more upfront, would the shark simply take him while he slept? Daniel fanged a lip at the thought although practically thinking he'd most likely have to initiate, putting himself in Hank's shoes he'd doubt the shark wanted to be known as the guy on the block that fucked the McCormick's son, fuckin' pervert.

The weekend came, his suit parents left for their "Business." kicking Daniel out of the house with his Xbox and a few nights worth of clothing over to his neighbors, to which Hank smiled a warm humble smile and welcomed the kit in, cooking him dinner offering little speak as most former deployed military do while full T-bones sizzled over an open gas range. Legs crossed and lip fanged Daniel gave his best effort to restrain himself from outright assaulting the much larger shark with young unrelenting heat, instead watching the v shaped body stir and season each delectable chunk of meat literally only asking how he wanted it cooked.

"Rare please." Danny answered watching Hank's tail sway in approval looking around seeing framed pics of him and a family hung about the place thinking it simply better not to ask.

"Happy birthday Dan." Hank grunted, uncomfortably being thrust into the position of surrogate parent on a young one's hatch day, not that either one of them really minded.

"Thank you Hank." Eyes locked more so on the veiny forearm presenting him the tasty T-bone slathered in homemade garlic butter than the piece of finely prepared meat itself. The pair dining in relatively silent discourse other than Danny offering his compliments and Hank begrudgingly accepting them as it was just another Tuesday dinner for him, each retiring to their own rooms Hank reassuring Danny that the volume of his Xbox wouldn't matter having slept through mortars and gunfire easily. The young kit played his games up until late, multiple times raising a flag in the lobbies as every bit of time not spent in a match was logged with sultry sharky desires, young phallus throbbing to life when he wasn't getting fragged or shot. Shear weight of his eyelids driving Daniel to bed, soft cool welcoming envelope the same navy and light blue colored covers matching Hank swallowing him in, the urge to paw only matched by the rumbling wall snores coming from just one room over.

Eyelids torqued shut, hands holding an elastic waistband at bay while jerking off, body raging with hormones fueled by flashing visions of the snoring fish in the next room. Thoughts abound by all the times he'd just finished lapping the neighborhood running down the long main strip his house sat on, bouncing in stride right past Hanks open garage catching a long stared glimpse of a sweaty great white shark, 250lbs of glistening muscle and raw testosterone curling dumbbells, benching fully stacked plates, or dangling a low hanging bulge at the apex of an ass to the grass squat. Daniel always taking his biggest breaths while passing Hanks hoping to catch a whiff of shark scent imagining what that lovely funk must've been like, exchanging neighborly smiles while still moving fast enough to hide a quickly raging teenage erection wishing on so many occasions he hadn't.

"Mmm fuck." Whispering under his breath, one paw gripped around the base of his scrotum, waistband of his briefs held at bay between thumb and index finger, uproarious snores practically rumbling the walls. Tantalizing thoughts holding a festival throughout his mind, "he's so close, what if I..." He paused, mind automatically filling it in with ". . get caught." And the potential social implications. Yet as slyly as he could Danny went full cat mode, slipping from the cozy bed graced by early morning cool fall air, slowly chancing the mission on his room's brass ball doorknob and equally sketch hinges. Through one door and into another, which was only cracked, timidly he reached out pressing it open letting the sounds of a masculine monster growling in rest grow and echo down the hallway. Slinking to all fours disappearing from view should Hank split an eye from his raised bed, creeping to the foot end, little cheetah's eyes catching a rare prize he'd almost walked right over. Reaching down and retrieving a worn-in jock, Danny's briefs strained at the treasured find he'd only dreamt of, raising it to his face, a paw on either side pressing the garment flush masking himself. Adorning it as a mask was like stepping into a whole other world, scents of Hanks' most private areas with light accents of urine highlighting an otherwise delightfully intoxicating smell of gym-soaked shark junk. Danny couldn't believe it, eyes shut inhaling the fetid fragrance as if it were going out of style, he wanted to stay here with this aroma and never leave, embrace it, taste it, love it, live in it, bathe in it, and serve it. Knees quivering and breaking as a particularly sharp change in Hank's snoring made Danny almost break for the floor rolling on his back and pawing his taught briefs soaked, eyes splitting as he almost peaked remembering the source was not but a few feet away.

One keen feline eye peeking around the bedspring half catching the more personally framed photos of Hank, his son, and a wife, free eye walking its way up a skin taught leg hanging off the bedside, frozen in place as the snores broke again, large bull shifting and rolling his ankle with a loud pop. Every one of Dan's worst fears running a train on him, subsiding with the low and steady rolling thunder that was Hanks sleep apnea. Loosing a very stressed breath, slowly removing the funky garment from his nose and sinking to the floor with enough moonlight peaking in to give the young kit a clear view of Hank's right foot hanging basically to the floor.

"Hmm what if I..." could he possibly snag a glimpse or even a close up, a sniff of his bara neighbor he so lusted for, the temptation flowed right in and coiled around his core, very slowly, Daniel crept forward. Sporting the stealth of a feline not wanting to be caught, whether by prey being stalked or an owner catching some mischievous act, Dan snuck slowly, painfully outpacing maybe a snail, each paw step methodical, feline eyes wide, heartbeat pulsing with every inch seemingly taking a decade to pass. Yet there in the moonlight, he saw everything he'd dreamt of, hulking barrel of a great white laying with legs splayed, perfectly presenting genitals on display between to thiccc-k chiseled thighs. Daniel's breath left him for a swooned gaze oggling sigh, throbbing male hood straining and drooling all over his briefs made only worse by the familiar scent of the jock returning with a vengeance. Dilated pupils transfixed on Hanks hemipenis, two girthy flaccid pythons adorning one to each flank hanging over 2 triple-A-rated fleshy eggs, their scent practically reaching out and hooking Daniel by the nostril.

"Hmm." Purring as the strong yet inoffensive smell of a thoroughly trained males unwashed groin lured him in, scrooching upright on his kneecaps Daniel's small paws found the upper edge of the mattress.

"Oh my god, he's so close. . If I" Head beginning to crane itself forward, heartbeat of a hummingbird rattling his throat, moving closer ever so carefully until just a small flex of Hank's foot would've touched Daniel's thigh. Two inches, mere minuscule inches separated the young Kits snout and his hunky neighbors cruelly perfect bulge, it was everything Daniel had ever thought of. Uniquity of being a dual dick shark only doubling the value to him, two swaying shafts each as thick as his wrist rising and falling with Hanks snoring, large looking veins lined each shaft, occasionally swelling and deflating, nay protecting the perfect bag with their mighty guard. Bouquet of dick and dried ball musk more present here than ever before, Daniel's hand teasing his erection through the now flooded briefs, unable to control himself as breaths grew heavier, pulling more of Hanks scent into his lungs and holding it in shear delight.

"Hooah what if I... " the thought didn't even phase him at this point, far too lost in his own lust to notice Hanks snoring had changed pitch. Daniel's mouth found the right head first offering It up a very curious lick from the glands just up through the slit, the head and shaft jumping as his tongue left, savoring a taste of dried work, crotch, and the tang of urine. Lapping it off the roof of his mouth several times knowing well he needed more, heading back in this time to lick Hanks bag right at the base, soft fuzzy face nuzzling between paired silos tasting the shark's core scrotum. Flavoring more similar to sea salty man taffy but just as delectable, Dan pulled back and began a free fall to take as much as the left shaft in his muzzle as he could, not caring whether he woke him up or not the cheetah wanted this moment more than anything.

"Daniel." The unmistakable voice boomed from above, young cheetah freezing in place, mouth hung open ready to slather shark dick in cheetah spittle and suckle bull semen like a nursing kit with breath hitting the prized package as he petrified. Thoughts and fears now fully alive and well as his whole world was about to collapse around him,

"Turning 18 and caught fellating his neighbor the same weekend?!?" Not to mention what his family would think, the awkward talks, religious shaming, what of his family? Would they disown him? Would his family be shunned? And what about Hank?" Daniel looked up and saw the glint of Hanks ocean-like eyes, wide pools of deep never-ending black looking down at him, eyes welling up with tears of fear as every bit of his world was about to end, Hank caught the first tear to streak down Dan's fur.

"You know there are easier ways to get someone's attention." Hank spoke calmly, leaning forward enough to lift the small kit by the armpits and pull him up on his chest. Daniel couldn't believe it, mind truly lost for thought or words nuzzling between the moundly pectorals he'd been seeking. Deep rough cut musty evergreen mixed with Hanks pungent body odor comforting and calming him in ways few things in life ever had, scenting Hanks chest as he rubbed his head wiping the fearful tears off.

"You're, you're not mad?" Daniel asked head turned sideways using the the small split between both pecs as a rest.

"Surprised that you went about this way maybe but I figured when you hit 18 you'd try something." Daniel's gaze upturned towards Hanks.

"Really?" He couldn't believe the absolute music he was hearing, this couldn't be real. . could it?

"Heh kid, nobody has eye fucked me as much as you have, so no." Daniel sat up, straddling the sharks slightly rounded navel smiling ear to ear.

"Well then, for my birthday, I want you Hank." Daniel proffered, still not completely sure of whether or not Hank would bite. Hank took a pause offering up a warm smile followed by,

"Welp, I'm all yours kiddo what d-" Cut off, the smaller cats lips locking with his own, timid inexperienced tongue exploring the consecutive rows of sharp serrated teeth, dancing over the tips that would otherwise shred him, coaxed into deeper muzzle lock by a much larger more experienced mouth muscle. Hands large enough to encircle his chest grasped Daniel just below his pectorals squeezing a bit and sliding down his sides, fingers sliding over the drenched briefs with thumbs hooking inward over the top of Dan's thighs while the rest curled over the elastic forming two fists. Garment snapping easily as Hank flexed sharply under him followed by it being drug out between his nethers and slung around forward to the shark's nose.

"Jesus kid you're soaked." He gave the briefs a long thorough inhale shivering as though he'd caught the scent of wounded prey in the water, hucking them off sideways and chuckling as they stuck to the wall sliding down mildly adhered.

"Well, I'm your gift, what do you want to do with me?" Those words made the little cheetah's heart flutter and body ache in worse ways than he could've imagined, sitting over top a bara scene worthy of anyone's dakimura collection. Eyes trailing from a mound of shark belly upward to two solid concrete bricks for pectorals with boulders for shoulders hanging up machine gun arms, all topped off like a finely crafted hearty desert by a fitting shark head, equally as intense yet calm eyes conveying exactly how he felt at all times, and punctuated with an ever present cologne of oh naturale worn in alpha male. Danny felt himself at the front of the candy shop looking inward with eyes wide, empty candy bucket, and shopping spree ticket in hand, snout diving for Hanks left pit, shark skin a mix of smooth and sandpaper rough with arm crevice pontificating unwashed acrid notes. The young kit heaved this man's pits unto himself as much as possible, rubbing the scent all over his snout and face as scent rolling animals do before he felt Hanks massive freehand cupping the back of his head, adding pressure, not letting him up even as he began to gasp with lungs on fire.

"Oh, oh god Hank I, I..." He watched Dan's small paws reach for his strained erection, throbbing with strands of preseminal joining Hanks belly to his cockhead, Hank broke his grasp to restrain the cheetah and prevent his release.

"No." The shark's chest boomed, scent addled cat tail wagging back and forth swept by the throngs of musk drunk angels clouding his mind, slowly settling back to just him and Hank as he was flipped around, now presented with a hunk of musky shark meat at either side of his face. Rows upon rows razors for teeth showed themselves, jaws unhinging enough to let in a fair bit of soft cheetah cheek before clamping down sending a jolt up Dan's backside making him groan outward into the shark bag he'd buried his face in, small paws giving an equally intense shake wrapped around each Carcharias member. Hank's tongue rolling outward and savoring the bits of metallic crimson leaking between his jowls knowing full well he'd just scarred this young man for life, marking him as his own, jaw clenching tight for nigh ten seconds seating the teeth marks for sure, tongue licking up everything that leaked out before offering the abused cheek a full kiss. Daniel's arousal had hit an uncontrollable fever pitch, mouth bouncing between ballsac, left, and right shaft during this branding with mind only chugging along with the idea of a pleasured "I want this", dick breath pulling free and dragging each shaft along a cheek as he pulled his head free. Admittedly, Dan had practiced for this moment in the families basement upon his pool table, working up to handling two pool balls in his mouth, paws gripping each shaft and collapsing them together in a manner similar to a cartoonishly large sandwich.

One final inhale, fishy cock heads thick and leaky with pre pressed between his paws, Daniel brought the swelling heads to his muzzle, lipped his fangs, and went for gold. Lips almost piercing themselves as the shear girth pressed up against flesh tucked teeth, jaw quickly wearing sore as two dicks was too much but heated enthusiasm thrust him onward, helped even more by Hanks strong hips giving a firm buck until Daniel wretched audibly, throat packed to the brim and swallowing precum slowly flooding it. Hank figured he'd cut him a break feeling Danny swallow repeatedly around him, strong hands retreating to the sides of each cheetah cheek, strength known by few even among muscle beach, tractor pulling Daniels ass apart good and taught, letting his knife like nose wedge itself perfectly betwixt two taught yellow buttocks. Broad tongue licking its way up his neighbors backside, warm wet tongue slithering its way from soft inoffensive ball cleft right up the taint and darting inward towards the Jubatus star, slick intruder parting cheetah tail and opening his lower GI track in all new ways. Dan bucked and face fucked himself in a frothy mouth glazing fervor, thrusting backward unto Hanks knife of a nose and bouncing back forward simply to gag upon shark pillars 6 inches in diameter. Lewd slurps, sucks, and gagging thrusts came from both ends as they hit a rhythm, oral ends synchronizing in outright metered lust if not by one end then the other, each working toward the same goal at the same pace. Dual heads throbbing easily half an inch thicker with ejaculation outright choking the young lad attempting to hungrily devour them and their gift, similarly Hank felt his tongue gripped in convulsing anal throws of orgasm both giving it their best to battle every motion felt. Each party licking, swallowing, sucking, and finishing their end before changing up, Hank laid on his side, chest and gut at Daniels back with his kitten clutching his lone solid arm as the only solid pillar in his life against his much younger, nubile chest. Young purring coo's were the only thing present in this moment, broken only by their words.

"Happy birthday Daniel." Hank bellowed,

"Mmm thank you Hank." Young kit feeling the tree limbs tighten against his chest pulling him inward against a mound of musky shark muscle behind him.

"We have all weekend to enjoy this, don't we?" Dan purred rubbing his head backward between Hank's pecs.

"Heh, yeah kid, we do." Daniel purred smiling, reaching back up to pet the larger shark's snout in small soft strokes, even with his left ass cheek throbbing with its brand new teeth marks he felt himself falling for this moment right here.

"Hank . . . I don't want this to stop, even when my parents get back." Dan spoke honestly and from the heart, hearing a deep singular chuckle from behind, he felt the much larger shark roll away on his side and then back, holding a small leather circle stamped with what looked like the cross between a goat and a kracken with Arabic around the outside.

"Here, I found this when I was over in the sandbox, the guy I bought it from said whomever I give this to will always have a part of me, so take it." Hank pulled it over Dan's head tying a sound leather knot taught with the back of his neck, snugging the medallion up enough to never leaver the upper cleft of Dan's sternum.

"Thank you Hank." Dan responded by reaching back and raising his cheeks enough to hotdog one of the girthy shafts under his tail.

"So when are you gonna take me?" He spoke grinding backward, feeling Hank throb noticeably against his meat grinding cleft.

"Tomorrow Dan, I promise. After all, we've got all weekend." The words couldn't have been a more uplifting beacon to an otherwise heavy young soul, giving Danny the peace he needed to nod off, arms wrapping up a thick singular piece of masculine muscular fish forearm.

"Danny, even though you're legal I still think we should keep this between us for a few years, ok?" Hank made sure to socially CYA while Dan mulled it over.

"Of course Hank, besides having to be sneaky about this makes it that much more fun." Dan teased, nipping and nibbling Hanks thumb free from a fist suckling the rough, calloused appendage until Hank found him soundly asleep next to him, nursing like a kit.

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"SHIT!, Danny wake up!" The cheetah found himself jarred awake, by the same large hand he found himself falling asleep against shaking him up. Hank ran off before returning to make sure he was up.

"It's your parents, GO SHOWER! NOW!" Hank spat with urgency, wrapping himself in belted green camo shorts and gray tank top. Daniel felt himself tossed groggy and half-awake into a cold eggshell colored shower left to de-musk himself with produced scents.

"Hey Hank, we're back early if you could wake Daniel and send him back over." Mr. Mccormick spoke with a neighborly smile.

"Uhh sure thing, I'll send him over as soon as I can wake him, kit was up late with his Xbox, you know." Hank offered back assuringly.

"Heh, yeah, I do, kid keeps me and the Mrs. up most nights with those damn games, surprised you could sleep through." Hank simply smiled back as Mr. Mccormick turned heading back home waving a paw over his shoulder.

"Anyway thanks for watching him, lemme know if there's any way we can repay you." Hank heard, shutting the door behind him, gaze met by a freshly showered cheetah kit looking eager with his stuff all packed and strapped. Dan practically pinning the battle-hardened shark against his door, soft paws at his pecks, much smaller lips gracing his own, arms wrapping up the kits back raising and pressing Daniels lips upward up into his own.

"This stays between us, understand?" Hank buffered, the young kit nuzzled inward to his chest, firmly ingraining that evergreen musk to himself before nodding in agreement.

"You have my word Hank, after all, I don't want this to end." Wiping his left ear in a scent marking smirk off of his left pectoral, Hank watched the slender feline form bounce down his staircase. Smiling reminiscent of the night they'd had before, locking the door behind him, wondering if what he'd done was really all that bad.

Daniel entertained further thoughts of what they did along with what could they have done if given the proper amount of time all the way through a surprise birthday party setup by his close friends at the local water park, returning that eve to find a surreal scene of flush with the glow of red and blue surrounding the end of both drives on either side of hanks. Parents catching Daniel as he stepped free from his ride, indwelling his heart with the heavy weight of loss, instead of breaking down and making a scene,

". . .oh." Ears flattening with the news that Hank had passed this afternoon to a heart attack, he was held and guided inside. Perched in a large windowsill, Dan watched with deadpan eyes as a gurney bearing a strained body bag was rolled out and loaded.

1 month later

Danny lay alone in his room, beside himself in the soft sounds of tv shows echoing under the door he was otherwise relatively left quiet and alone with his thoughts. Sighing again Dan's mind rolled around to that night he'd shared with Hank and his heart sank a little more, remembering how he'd snuck in and fooled around with the shark made him feel a little better. Eyes glued to a white textured ceiling, cock stirring inappropriately remembering the scents, younger form raging as he hadn't masturbated since Hank passed almost a month ago. Thoughts of his muzzle shoved into those pits again riddled with oceanic pheromones set his fur on fire, fanging a lip and huffing to himself while instinct guided a paw passed the waistband, coiling around the base of its prey ready to constrict repeatedly.

"Ah . . . Oh . . Mm hah, fuck it." Now in a fray, Dan reached for the crevice between bed and wall, slender claws disappearing to return with the very jock he'd found that weekend, a prized artifact he would never let go of, now of course he'd had to wash it between then and now but took to wearing it on the days he jogged, hemming the back waistband to fit him snuggly. Daniel looked into the empty jock and moaned, "Hoh... " raising the small trinket that hadn't left him and fanged it in his lips before smothering himself with it, leg loops hooked around the ears. Imagery of Hank raced through his mind, everything from smell to voice came rushing back, things they did and acts he wished they'd had time for drawing soft muffled moans from the felines lips as pleasure began its upward creep. Legs splaying, freehand slipping below his furry bag and pulling briefs aside granting access to a slender index and middle finger, Dan bit the leather coin harder wishing those digits were one of Hanks members prying its way up his tail to work itself in and out powered by the strength of that bull.

"I want you Hank." Mumbling through lip fanged medallion under the jock, wanting to have had the shark take his backdoor cherry that weekend, have that man he so lusted for take and claim him as his first and become marked by the undeniable scent of Hank's seed. Daniel's breaths growing a bit more audible huffing his own much less present funk off the jock trying to pretend it was Hanks, inhaling deeper working both cock and hole, slowly noticing the distinct smell in his nostrils changing. Growing deeper and heavier, much more like the night he'd first worn it, body only spiking in boiling tension as it wanted more,

"Oh god . . Oh god . . it smells like him." Words huffed in humid dick flavored mini-gasps while paws worked with the fervor of a drunken puppet master on his busiest night, it didn't matter it was almost too good to be real. Picturing the full meaty weight of Hank bearing down on him as he were now, arms pinned up overhead crossed at the wrist by one hand, one musky pilon of shark bait plowing him ragged.

Unbeknownst to Danny, the comforter he was so busy under began to lift and fill with a familiar size, too gone in the throws of masturbation to notice the large indent growing in the mattress under him, instead splaying both legs open wider giving the Hank in his mind all the access he needed at his tight virgin cheetah hole. Not until the firm clamp of a hand over his mouth did Dan notice a thing, eyes wide open with a look of lusty confusion. Jock perfume intensifying, filling the cheetah's lungs with s hot humid days work shark crotch, collectively quelling Dan's alarm instead shutting his eyes in an odd comfort. Hank as he'd pictured over him, now held his hand over Daniel's mouth as it was being pressed to him, raising another hand to a toothy smile a lone finger to his lips.

"Shhhhhhh" was all Hank motioned, calming the kit.

"This has to be a dream." he thought, this couldn't be real, Hanks dead and I'm in bed. Mild shock came as he watched Hank reach down feeling him grip the wrist employing the fingers in his ass, pulling them free and raising it to collect the other paw wanking to raise it overhead to rest on Daniel's pillow. Pure surprise and uncertainty hit, opening both eyes seeing a comforter raised by an invisible shark-shaped hump, wrists crossed and moving by what felt like a single strong hand gripping them. Eyelids quickly clamping he saw Hank smiling laying were the hump had been, Danny could only inhale that deep scent and moan legs whipping up around the shark's hips. Daniel peaked again when his legs supported him, hung up around a transparent being, locking eyelids again to spy Hank lowering himself right onto Daniel, the large shark's chest easily doubling the lithe cheetahs pressing under the weight.

" I can't, this can't be.." shifting under Hanks weight, view filled by two trailer wide shark pectorals dropping anchor over his own petite chest. Hank smiled pressing into his hip holster, Danny's face shot open bolt wide with realization,

"Its happening, oh god please let this be real." The small cat bucked upward into the apparition, tail hole brushing the tip of large mans swollen maleness grinding for entry yet as his backdoor splayed to take the transparent intruder there was no pain, no time stopping pause dictated by the throbbing of his sphincter. Instead, Danny's backside just sort of opened for Hanks pulsing girth, as it went deep and parted the cat's walls, cracking a single eye he caught a rather visible belly bulge forming while the other saw a toothy smile as he pulled back giving Danny his first real back door thrust. Laying back and lost for words, Dan inhaled from the roiling jock strapped to his nose, abdomen repeatedly filling and emptying without friction or discomfort, savoring the actions of his shark man. Young swollen prostate taking an outright torture session, long girth bumping over and raking the rest of the shaft against it with the forward and backstroke.

"Hoh . Oh God . . Hank. I . . ." Cauldron bubbling over shark stank perfuming his lungs and nose, this moment was everything he'd thought it would be, Daniel's body was on fire, lit by repeated lightning strikes to his core, tail hole clamping down as pressure built, feline cock drooling as it danced against the strained briefs. Legs flexing to a cramp raising himself up to the ghostly figures member plowing away, toes stretching and body giving.

"Hmm ... HMMMMMM. HMM, hmm mmm" Danny repeatedly moaned, Hank's hand muffling it to a hum, jets of cum coating his briefs and dribbling through, pleasure waves washing over him as the young feline's body was swept away by the warm ebb and flow of salty sea euphoria. Hanks thrusting didn't stop until everything Dan felt boiled over and conceded to a simmer, coaxing him on through each step back down to earth. Danny looked up to see Hanks smile widen a bit more towards a toothy grin, reaching up with both arms and hugging him, paws supporting Dan just above Hank's dorsal fin. Their embrace was all too short as the image in his mind faded Danny sort of flopped back down into his bedding alone again, looking around his room to see just his normal bed, no ghosts under the comforter over him, just a load in his pants and a lightly soiled jock strapped to his face. Removing the garment, Danny took a good look at the pendant Hank had gifted him, small leather medallion now bearing fang marks where he'd held on to it, tucking the jock in his briefs he wrapped the pendant in both hands rolling to one side and drifting off to sleep, happy and flush.

From that night on Daniel took to evoking Hanks image whenever he got a minute to himself, persisting on for the next few months, with each consecutive time seemingly growing stronger and more vivid. They collectively went down the list of everything the musk smitten kitten had ever wanted or could think of, forcefully having his jock covered face shoved into an invisible armpit radiating that sharks pungent pit scent through the jock, holding him there until he came. Tempting the Selachii geist with a young light yellow furred face for a seat, trapping himself under a massive musky sack and hemi-peen only to reverse a bit later for a hearty healthy helping of tasty shark ass, assuming every opportunity possible to get stained in man funk and bred by this otherworldly being.

Oct.10

Another fortuitous weekend, house to himself with nothing but time and debaucherous thoughts, shower head screaming liquid heat letting steam fill the mid hall throne-room, soaking his fur and waiting until the door was barely visible amongst the fog. Sitting back to the cold stone tile wall envisioning a fantasy he'd used many times, instead of jogging passed the sweaty weightlifting shark, Danny jogged up and hit the garage door switch immediately cutting airflow to the musty baking car cave.

"Danny, what the hell? Its gonna be hotter than shit in here." Soft paws running over his soaked chest and belly taking to grappling his smaller feline orbs with a firm squeezing tug envisioning him kneeling between Hank's legs next to his massive dumbbell.

"You mean it's not already?" Danny chuckled to himself offering a pleasant look, small paws grappling the center elastic of his soft blue gym shorts and with a single yank freed Hanks massive dual bulge. Hot, almost viscous summer shark blanketing the immediate area to Danny's delight, practically tipping forward on his knees landing face first in moist shark sac, immediately inhaling while feverishly face rolling against Hanks bag, large shafts flopping overhead. Scenting his whole head, Danny did several full head rolls sopping up the groin drippings smoothly rolling right into an open mouth ball polish, small mouth suckling in hefty bits of loose saltwater man-taffy.

"Aaah.. kiddo." Hank huffed looking down to see Danny's brown eyes looking up at him with a pretty eyed "please" from under two sweaty half chubbed cocks flopped over his head, mouth suckling along as much delectable scrotum as he could clean.

Daniel parted both eyes looking outward to the bathroom door, fang pressing firmly to his lower lip catching the distinct movement of something large making its way through the steam, even cooling a rather detailed outline in the sliding glass door as it seamlessly joined him. Feeling a hand on his face Daniel shut his eyes seeing Hank sat back on the weight bench, legs splayed with hefty cock right and ready for his lips. The young cheetah knelt in his shower letting Hank pull his little muzzle over roughly half of the right shaft, hand moving to the back of Dan's head and pressing, weight bench creaking under the rocking motion of a two hundred fifty pound bull hip-thrusting into a tight little mouth. Danny let go soon being force fed far too much cock as his throat bulged, eyes welling up with tears restraining the urge to gag like a pro, strong hand at the back of his head helping drive a solid nine inches of smelly fish phallus between the cat's lips, over his tongue and bulge his gullet.

This was for Dan, the literal defining moment of everything he'd wanted during his pubescent years, neighboring man using him any way needs dictated smearing his scent all over him anyway he could. Eyes rolling upward to the skull sky, Daniel felt himself hoisted in the shower to both feet, spun on heel, and pressed to the wall looking back briefly to see the water glance off the rough outline of Hank standing behind him. Hands grappling his hips, one reaching toward his crotch while in the gym Danny was bent over the bench dual shark cocks pressed together pursed at his rear. Feline looking fraught with young eager lust, quickly usurped by a solidified six inches of girth splaying his hole in an firm blunt stretch, insides accepting and filling full easily without any friction.

"Hoh!" Danny half gasped a moan feeling fuller than he'd ever felt before, looking down to see his belly swell with the form of two mushroom heads pilfering his litter box. Mouth hung agape with elbows braced against the shower wall and weight bench, there was little Danny could do besides brace himself and buck back, hitting his soft cap of "too much" as he swore he could feel Hanks cocks bash his lower sternum. Face bent in a drunks O with eyelids warped shut, insides under assault by two mighty pythons, he couldn't resist or protest even if he wanted to, core slowly heating up and running away off to an orgasm even god would be proud of. Eyes rolled fully back into the skull and twitching, body locked with rapacious spasms, Danny's cock and balls jumping hard launching long stringy ropes of cum all over the shower wall pooling in gummy clumps by the drain while Hank filled him with a growing warmth that seemed to dribble out of his abused hole, down his taint and sack to shower floor. Just as before the apparition disappeared leaving Danny to collapse, huddled in a ball laying in his own congealed cum, water pooling around before draining under him. Three snd then four claws immediately trying to replicate that full feeling of two shark cocks in his asshole, tail throbbing with the hurt of being left so empty.

Oct 31

Danny subsisted for the next week and a half pawing on their last interaction alone, saving a bit of pent up lust for the coming holiday, as if by magic his parents came to him.

"You're sure you'll be alright by yourself?" Dan smiled and replied,

"Yes dad."

"We'll only be gone for the weekend, no parties, and no going out, now stay safe and have a happy Halloween.

"Bye mom, bye dad!" He practically had to shove them out of the house thinking about how he wanted to start the night off with Hank's spirit. Missionary in his bed? Bent over in the shower? Or maybe . . . just maybe . . Daniel paused thinking about how Hanks house was still pretty much untouched and how he'd always kept a spare key in-case he was ever locked out under a bit of bedrock and how much more intense the experience might be if he waited and snuck in for the night.

Darkness came, making sure all the lights were out as to not attract any trick or treater's, checking as the coast was clear although most people avoided his and Hanks house anyway after he died, locking the door behind him and sneaking under the cover of night hopefully out of sight over into the nook just in front of the garage. Dainty claws lifting a bit of rock and bingo! A soft glinting copper bit was still in its place, several more steps with the flick of a wrist, he was in. An eerie silence was the only thing to welcome Daniel in, grace of power and light giving only a small bit of comfort as the still hanging pictures of Hank and his family watched the small cheetah as he moved throughout the house. Padding his way down the hall, Dan soon found himself standing upon the precipice where this all started, looking inward, a mix of envy, arousal, and longing filled the kit. Eye's taking in an equally empty and silent bed, the same bed where he first indulged in Hank's scent. Crawling in under the covers Danny took to fondling himself while fantasizing about his shark man yet nothing came, try as he might the cheetah was left empty and wanting, letting disappointment bed him until slumber took.

Waking from a deep sleep with an ingrained grogginess, Dan caught a chill from the window he'd left open for fresh air, getting up to shut it, he returned curling up on his side in the blankets still disappointed at the lack of action. Deciding instead to think of Hank laying at his back cuddling him, fantasy calming and relaxing his tired feline self.

"Mmm Hank." He spoke under his breath, slowly the feeling of an arm wrapping it's way around his side holding the center of his chest appeared, a large divot in the bed made itself known as the mattress groaned, and a large snout nuzzled the back of his neck. Daniel began purring inhaling sharply looking for shark scent, eyes flying open when his nostrils were outright violated by the scent of rot, pure fuming death permeated every inch of the room. Raw paralyzing fear gripped him as he realized the hand clutching him was real, gripped tightly by his own paws in hopes that this was now a dream, that it wasn't real, that he was back in his own bed asleep.

"I'm all yours kiddo." A deep guttural voice brutalized by decaying vocal cords and an open windpipe growled from his back, Dan couldn't move only holding the large rotten harm in front of him tighter as the words carried physical weight in sheer stench.

"Happy Halloween Daniel."