Soul Drinking
This story contains something pretending to be a cub, but is far older than it lets on.
ANATOMY DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY.
Author Note - I wrote this story in a little under an hour with the full intention of making a mindless sex story with very little plot to go with. I think I failed and succeeded, regardless I like how this turned out mostly. It also remains strongly unedited, however I did go back and fix spelling errors or anything that obviously stood out.
I've always had a thing for rare or unheard of fetishes, namely if Straight Shota/Male Cub + Older Female were involved in some way.
If you are curious about Floppy Disk, I will finish it. However I am unsure when that will happen. I do plan on releasing a few more stories of rare fetishes, or fetishes in general where Male Cubs of various ages (ages 9-14) find their way in beds with older women in some fashion.
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The door to the apartment opened, followed by the flicking of a light switch. A female mouse shuffled into her apartment, carrying a few groceries in hand. Milly had just got home from work and was prepared to plant her ass on the couch and relax a bit before turning in. After putting away what few groceries she had bought, did just plant her ass on that couch. "Oh...god, it feels good to get off my feet for once..." Milly said to no one in particular. It wasn't her forte, working 9 hours at a dead-end job. She was hoping to go into culinary art school, but like most good things in life required cold hard cash. Milly closed her eyes briefly, drinking in the quiet aftermath of a hard days work.
Just then, a sound.
Her ears perked up acutely while her body suddenly roused from its tired state. Her eyes darted to the door, which was already closed and locked for the night and she knows someone didn't come in along side with her. Admittedly she felt like she was going crazy, being paranoid over simple sounds that come from an apartment building full of active (and if a little noisy) people. But for the sake of her sanity checked everywhere in her apartment from the bathroom to under the bed. Nothing. With a shrug she made her way into the bathroom and began to strip down to her nude form and take a shower for the day ahead.
After a most relaxing shower, a bit of drying off, and some dental hygiene, Milly found her way into her nice and cozy bed. She wiggled under the covers and giggled, primed and ready for 9 hours of sleep. Usually before bed, Milly would read a book ranging from corny romance novels, scifi, occult, or anything that seemed interesting in her eye. Her arm shuffled to her nightstand, opening a drawer and reaching inside for any book she could grab. With a book in hand, shuffled into a nice reading position and in a few minutes was already lost to the words of the book.
Once again, a sound seemed to originate from her apartment, shattering Milly's attention from the book while her eyes focused on the direction of the sound. She sighed as a feeling in the pit of her stomach rose up. Shuffling out of her comfy position and standing up, she checked the apartment once again. Nothing. "I really need to get out of this apartment," She commented, "It's making me jumpy..." After getting in her bed once more decided to turn in for the night, even with that feeling in the pit of her stomach...
The creature that had been monitoring the mouse had shuffled quietly into her bedroom, standing over the sleeping mouse's form. It slowly kneeled to the left of the mouse, pushing its muzzle close to her ear as it began to whisper. It started to be gentle at first, whispering kind things that brought a noticable smile to the mouse's muzzle. The kind things eventually shifted from kind, to naughty and suggestive. The creature merely smiled, putting the mouse under a spell to make the mouse more...suggestive to what it had in mind. The mouse let out a soft moan as the creature's whispers got more lewd and naughty.
The creature could have easily taken what it wanted, but with times always changing found a much easier way to go about surviving. Not to mention people and police tend to pry, poke, investigage and ask a lot of questions, something the creature had learned the hard way. The creature was young-looking, but was by no means young at all. It merely kept an innocent visage to appear less threatening, which had proven to work quite a few times. Countless more whispers had invaded the mouse's dreams, planting lewd ideas and suggestions that the mouse would never dream of...at least until now.
Milly woke up with a start the next morning. The raw, potent smell of sex invaded her nose. She shuffled, feeling something wet in between her legs. Pulling back the bed sheets revealed a giant wet spot where the poor mouse had made quite a mess with just her vaginal fluids. The dreams of last night came back to her in full force, her pussy pulsating to all the lewd acts that followed through her mind. Embarrassed by the fact she made such a mess, the mouse had no choice but to put new bedsheets on her bed, and take another shower before she went to work. Meanwhile the creature had gave a coy little grin, happy to know its spell seemed to be working.
The next night, Milly burst through the front door to her apartment, so hot and bothered she practically ripped off her shirt and pants to prepare for a serious masturbation session. The mouse reached under her bed and pulled out a box filled with her sex toys. She grabbed a thick, ribbed dildo and presented herself to it. She leaned up against her bed and stuffed it in with no issue. The thick, ribbed texturefelt heavenly to the mouse's pussy, making her moan loudly from the pleasure it brought. It didn't take long, or much to make her orgasm. She thought one orgasm was enough to settle the fire that burned. She was wrong. Her pussy demanded more attention, forcing the mouse to continue.
Some time later...
Thirty six. Thirty six orgasms in an hour. Milly's arm was tired from all the pumping she did with every single sex toy she had. Her pussy was a little sore, but all was right elsewhere. After coming down from her sexual high, the crash hit her like a ton of bricks. Milly didn't even get under her bedsheets or read her book. Instead she collapsed on the bed and was out like a light. The creature, who was watching nearby was thoroughly impressed by her stamina and was most pleased by the show. The creature made no motion to stay quiet as it motioned over, kneeling next to her side once more. It continued to do what it was doing the night before: whispering lewd thoughts and ideas into her dreams. The creature drunk in her pleasure from before, savoring it like fine wine. And like fine wine, it must be savored very thoroughly.
The mouse woke up once again to the same problem like yesterday. With a groan she cleaned up the mess, replaced the sheets, took a shower, and went to work. Hours later she would return hot and ready once more. Unlike yesterday, it wasn't her pussy that seemed to be acting up, just her breasts. Each movement across her erect nipples brought a quivering shiver down her form, forcing her to moan at least twice and leaving one embarrassed mouse. Fingering herself did nothing, but her breasts brought the mouse to quivering orgasms in mere seconds. Each tweak of her nipple brought the mouse merciless pleasure. It flowed through her form like her own blood. She also noticed she was leaking milk. Strange, she managed to think. I know I'm not pregnant and yet I am leaking milk. It didn't stop the mouse from rubbing, playing, fondling, and caressing her breasts and nipples. The orgasms brought upon by the stimulation made her toes curl. Exhaustion eventually claimed the mouse....
The creature followed the habit it had done the last two nights, planting more suggestive thoughts into her mind. The next day, Milly woke up unsurprised by the fact she left a mess. Instead of it being vaginal fluids noticed it was milk. It seemed she had managed to empty her breasts of milk during the night. It was not common for a woman to go through hormonal imbalances, allowing a woman to produce milk, but this is ridiculous, she thought. All in all, it started to make sense. All the strange dreams were brought on by hormones. With a sigh, Milly cleaned up her sheets, took a shower, and went straight to work.
Milly bit her lip, halting a moan as she milked her heavy breasts into the womans bathroom sink. Her hands squeezed and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples so milk would drizzle and spray out gently into the sink. With the door locked she was given enough privacy in an attempt to stop her breasts from leaking all over her bra and show up on her shirt. Her boss was kind enough to give her the rest of the day off, seeing she was spending more time in the bathroom rather than helping customers. On her way home, she stopped by a store to pick up a Milking Machine meant for lactating women. With the privacy and comfort of home, settled down on the couch with her new little device which should help her greatly with her problem. The machine clicked to life, giving a soft hum as it began to suck in air. The plastic cups went comfortable over Milly's breasts, easily drawing the nipple into the area where it would be milked. Milly bit her lip as she felt milk drawn out and emptied into a small cup attached to the machine. Milk flowed out of her breasts like a gentle stream, down the tubing into the cup that was apparently filling up quickly. Milly was getting rather horny from the milking, her hand already motioning its way down to her cunt. Oddly though, rubbing her throbbing button didn't seem to do anything for her compared to being milked. The cup was almost full when Milly turned off the milking machine. She looked at the cup, then without thinking, gulped it down like a whiskey shot.
A strange feeling coursed through her being. "Did I just...just do that?" She said aloud. Admittedly it was her own milk, and the idea seemed a little disgusting. But, it did taste pretty damn good. Sweet even. Milly caught on to a kinky little idea that spawned in her mind. She could modify the machine a little bit to add a bit more fun to it. Milly quickly got dressed and went back to the store and picked up two more milking machines (amongst funny looks by the cashier). After a bit of modifications managed to create a milking machine that could feed the milk into her mouth directly. She grinned at the thought of milking herself all day, not caring about the effects it would have on her form. If these hormones were going to make things difficult for her, she might as well try to think positive, plus the idea of having big breasts turned her on greatly.
The machine hummed to life once more, unchanged at all by the modifications done to it. Milk was brought forth in under a few pumps which fed into the tubing and down the tubing that was inside Milly's mouth. She sucked the tubing like a straw, drawing in the milk with ease. She nestled on the couch, resting on it while her chest was pumped and her belly began to fill with her own milk, hand flicking across her clit....
30 minutes later...
Milly clicked off the machine and let out a small moan as the cups that had sucked on her breasts for so long were resistant to unlatch off her bosums. Her breasts and nipples seemed to be permanently larger from all the milking and stimulation, not that Milly minded. It had dawned to Milly that for the first time that week she had been truly satisfied, and the fact it had been only through breast stimulation. Her head turned toward a clock on the wall. 7:30pm. 'Shower sounds good right about now...' Milly thought. She didn't notice she shadows on the wall shift to follow her...
The creature loomed over its prize, oogling the mouse's breasts that had grown in size considerably in the last 48 hours. It licked its lips. It smiled as it got closer to the sleeping mouse's ear as it spoke once more, finishing the spell. The mouse roused from its slumber, opening its eyes and looked up at the creature. What she saw was a wolf, but quite young looking, perhaps 9 years old. He looked like any other wolf that age save for the fact he had cute little horns atop his forehead, and little bat wings. Milly giggled at how cute he looked and raised her bedsheets, inviting the Incubus child to her nude form.
The wolf needed no encouragement as it pressed its nude form against her own, their arms wrapping around eachother as they cuddled for a moment. Milly gasped as the wolf opened its muzzle and lapped up her breast. Milk streamed from the erect nipple which was lapped up by the wolf. "No no, please...don't tease me..." Milly said. The wolf ignored her request, lapping at her breast and drinking any milk that leaked. She shifted onto her back, her heavy breasts falling on either side of her body. The wolf took her left breast and raised it up gently in his hand, feeling how heavy it truly was.
Time to feed.
The wolf took the breast into his mouth and began to suck. The mouse began to lean up against the wolf, cradling him as he drunk from her breast, happy to feel relief from having so much milk. The only sounds in the room were audible gulps of milk being swallowed, and the occasional ragged exhale from the mouse. The wolf was after more than just milk. It wanted Milly's soul. Well, some of it. It intended to use the mouse as an 'Energy Doll', feeding off her soul on a weekly basis to keep itself alive. The mouse noticed a faint blue aura surrounding her, followed by a feeling of tiredness. She began to notice the blue aura around her flowing downward every time the wolf drew in milk. Precious soul-enriched milk drew into the Incubus Wolf's mouth and down into his stomach. The poor wolf had a throbbing hard-on, obviously turned on by such having a willing (more or less) victim. The mouse didn't ask questions about the mysterious, and fading, blue aura as her eyes began to grow heavy. Each gulp brought knowledge about Milly. Her fears, wants, needs, dreams, hopes, and everything in between. These things were of little interest to the Incubus, having a more potent desire of survival compared to knowledge.
He knew his spell would only last so long, but the memory of these events wouldn't fade. Perhaps she'd be welcoming to the idea of breastfeeding a few hundred year old Incubus with the full intent of using her as merely a way to live longer. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? The faint blue aura around the mouse grew fainter with each gulp of milk. The collected mass of soul and life energy formed a ball inside the wolf's stomach, forming a noticable paunch and glowed unnaturally, almost as if he had swallowed a lightbulb and flicked a switch. After a few more minutes of drawing milk from her left breast, the Incubus pulled away from her it and turned onto his back, patting and rubbing his pudgy, glowing belly. The wolf looked down, seeing the tip of his erection throbbing from its home with need. The mouse motioned a hand downward to his crotch, but he was resistant. "No." The Wolf said. "You need rest." The charmed mouse hugged up against him instead, very tired but satisfied to have aided her master. He felt her radiating soul and life energy fill his body, sating a hunger only an Incubus or Succubus could possibly understand...