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The House of Hands (and More)

For SaltirePhoenix

By Draconicon

Nova sat in his car outside of the ostensibly 'haunted' house, the purple-furred fruit bat leaning back against the plush interior of the vehicle with one leg crossed over the other at the knee. His eyes burned as he looked through his binoculars again, waiting for some sign of movement, a hint of light, or anything that might prove whether the house was occupied by mortals or something from the beyond.

Quite frankly, he would have imagined that if any ghost had come back, it would have done better than the ruins that the haunted house had become. The owners had told his employer, Ms. Freya, that it was surely occupied by something from the far beyond with all the chaos that had befallen them. Rubbish, in Nova's opinion; it seemed far more likely that their issues were simply the result of improper and undone maintenance.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

He picked up the phone, holding it to his head as he looked through the binoculars again. As expected, it was Ms. Freya once more.

"Anything?" the cow asked from the other end of the line.

"Nothing. It seems like there's nothing to see here."

"I want to be sure."

"You are going to ask me to look inside, aren't you?"

"If it's nothing, that shouldn't be a problem."

"I am far less concerned about ghosts and far more concerned about taking a head injury when the roof caves in..."

"The fee will be doubled if something happens."

"Lovely. Betting on my imminent demise."

"Oh, don't be like that. None of us want you to get hurt."

"I know, miss. I know."

Shaking his head, he ended the call with a polite goodbye, rubbing his hands over his face as he knew that he had little choice. Ms. Freya was right, of course. The whole point of examining the house was to ensure that there were no intruders from the beyond, or any chance that the local kids had turned to hooliganism. Without checking the house itself, there was no chance to know for sure.

He would just have to be careful, that was all.

Stepping out of the car, he pulled his phone out and set the flashlight to active. The light flickered through the pouring rain as he pulled out an umbrella, shielding himself from the deluge as he walked across the muddy property.

The house itself was, he supposed, something spectacular, if one only defined it as something worthy of spectacle. In the past, it must have once been a sight to behold, looming over the land with nearly four-stories worth of height, with a spire that took it up to a fifth at the very back. These days, it was merely two and a half, with many caved-in areas, and the house itself was a mess of mold and rot. The fact that the owners had been able to hold a haunted house in it for three years running without any problems with red tape or anything else spoke to the wealth that they must have to cut through such red tape.

Nova chuckled as he stepped out of the muck, shaking one leg and then the other to flick off as much of the slick mess from his bare feet as he could. Some still stuck between his toes, but he could tolerate that, for now. He turned to the front door and unlocked it with the owners' key, stepping inside.

The rain had yet to break through to the ground floor, but the musty smell of old wood and half-rotten floorboards bespoke of a moisture that had sunk in long ago. He shut the door behind him, holding the phone at chest level. The bat cleared his throat, adjusting his coat around his shoulders.

"Excuse me. My name is Nova. As a duly-appointed deputy of the investigative firm retained to determine the state of this house, it is my solemn duty to inform anyone that may or may not be currently within this building that you are trespassing. If you do not wish to have charges filed against you, you are required to leave immediately. If you do not leave, there will be -"

He was just starting to imagine what he might have to do if someone actually did take him up on the offer to leave when the bat felt something against his ankle. The split second between the sensation occurring, realization catching up, and the opportunity to act was just too much time for the bat to respond, and within the short space between realization and the chance to act, he had been flipped on his head.

Nova screamed as he saw the floor rushing for his face, only for another yank to hoist him higher. He dropped his phone, the case bouncing off the floorboards and leaving the light pointing up, illuminating him and throwing his shadow against the ceiling.

"What the devil -"

There was nothing there. Despite the fact that Nova could feel something clasped around each ankle, there was nothing there, nothing holding him suspended. Even as he tried to kick his legs free, he felt something pulling them back, keeping him from moving them -

"AH!"

He yelped as his legs were yanked apart, forced apart to the point of genuine discomfort as he was pushed to the point of doing the splits. His eyes went wide, watering slightly before other invisible grips grabbed him around the thighs. It was as if the ghostly things around him had taken some fascination with him, but why?

The answer came quickly as they yanked his clothes away. The bat's face was suddenly awash with red as his pants were stripped off, leaving him naked and with his dick dangling down towards his face. It slapped against his crotch fluff lightly, only for it to be lifted by other invisible grips, twisted one direction, then another.

"Ah...what...this is...unhand me..."

His protests grew weaker as the touches spread across his chest, some fondling their way along his belly towards his groin, others stroking toward his chest. Their touch was soft, yet cold, so cold, as a matter of fact, that his nipples were hard for reasons quite separate to his slow-growing arousal, and his cock threatened to shrink inwards from the attention that it received from the invisible, ghostly hands.

"Ah...mmph..."

And yet, he still moaned despite himself, and he groaned as he felt other hands grab his, pulling them around. He hung upside-down, like a bat was supposed to - if one believed such things - and was barely starting to get acclimated to everything happening to him when things took a turn for the worse.

Suddenly, just as he was almost used to the slow handjob between his legs and the icy touch of invisible fingers at his chest, something pressed against his lips. He gasped and gagged at the same time, his eyes wide as he felt the invisible touch of something stiff, cool, but at the same time, giving.

Oh...you must...be joking...with me...

He tried to turn his head, but more of the ghostly appendages reached out, seizing hold of his face and keeping it still. He couldn't turn, couldn't pull away as the pressure grew stronger against his lips, and worse, against his jaw. Something pressed against the side of his face, and eventually -

POP!

In it went, his mouth held open around something that he could not see, but he could most definitely feel. Deeper, deeper it went, pinning his tongue in place, and he coughed around it as he felt a similar chill under his tail, rubbing right against his pucker.

"Mmph! MMMPH!"

There was nothing that he could do. His cheeks were spread, and evermore hands were finding their way to different places along his body. He felt fingers gripping his ass cheeks, his tail, his hands. He felt some cold digits sliding between his toes, and others caressing his muddy feet. Still others found their way to his balls, pulling on them, while others stroked through the fluff around his neck.

But nothing prepared him for the odd sensation of something cold, invisible, yet altogether tangible sliding right up his hole. His eyes went wide, his mouth forced tighter into an 'O' around the ghost cock shoved down his throat, and he was made to rock back and forth, back and forth, invisible forces thrusting into him. He shivered, his cock swelling up with each thrust from behind and each cold stroke along the shaft proper, drooling in defiance of his indignity, or perhaps because of it. It was hard to tell, his head going funny from being held upside-down in such a fashion.

Thrust, stroke, thrust, stroke, and soon he could barely tell up from down. His hole burned with the frigid touch of the ghostly shaft, and his mouth felt like it had been filled with an icicle for the last minute, even as his throat was invaded time and time again. Being unable to see anything, being unable to feel or taste anything beyond the cold pressure, made it all the more disorienting. How did anyone understand this? How did anyone...

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

His head spun round and round and his cock spit pre-cum across his face, a humiliation that would never have been welcome, save for the fact that it made things warm again. He clung to that feeling, and through that, to the pleasure of his prostate being pounded by the ghost - for it must have been a ghost, much as his mind was scarcely willing to credit the idea - slamming into him. Again. And again. And again.

Finally, it finished. The ghost stopped, and he felt something at once colder and warmer inside of him, flooding his hole. He shivered from head to toe, toes curling so hard that they squelched the remaining mud out from between them, and he wheezed out his nose as he felt the swelling, sticky, otherworldly goo flooding his guts.

The cock in his throat pulled out, and he groaned as he finally got some air. His relief was short-lived, however, as he was spun around once more, carried by his invisible attackers. Clearly, they were not done with him yet...

The End

Summary: Nova ends up being put through his paces as an investigator when he's tasked with checking out a haunted house that he doesn't believe has ghosts. Guess what? They do.

Tags: M/solo, M/other, Ghosts, Bat, Barefoot, Anal, Oral, Hands, Ghost Hands, Touching, Teasing, Playing, Ectoplasm, Invisible Dicks, Cum, Kidnapped,