Fuckhouse of Horror II: The Fuckening

Halloween was abound, and nobody is more excited for its coming than you are. There hasn’t been a year you could remember when you didn’t have the spookiest, the candiest, and generally the most impressive Halloween display among your friends and neighbors. It was a big part of your pride and joy.

So when the night came, you expected for there to be droves of your neighbors outside your door, ready to experience what turned out to be months of planning and hundreds of dollars in savings spent. Apparently, though, it was all for nothing.

After taking a quick walk outside, you saw where all your praise and adoration had gone. It was only a few doors down. A small crowd had gathered in front of one of the houses on the block. There were no Halloween decorations on or around the house, and all the lights were out. Weirdest of all, the door was completely open.

You walked a bit closer, and spotted one of the parents that frequented your Halloween events. Once you got close, she notices you and turns to speak to you.

“What’s going on over here?” you ask. She shakes her head, then motions toward the house.

“Apparently the door was open, and a group of kids took that as an invitation in.” She sighed, then crossed her arms over her chest. “What’s worse is that there’s a rumor that a witch lives here. I’m scared that those kids are getting themselves involved in some trouble.”

You looked up at the house. You knew that a witch didn’t live here. She’d lived her for a while, now, though you barely see her. In fact, it was only a few days ago when you spoke to the house’s owner. You turned to the parent.

“I think it’s a bit rude to call her a witch,” you say, shaking your head. “But I’ll go and see if I can’t find those kids. And if I see her, I’ll have a chat with the owner of the house.”

As she’d said, the door was still unlocked and swung open. The sky had long since turned dark, and with none of the house lights on, it was hard to see much of anything past the foyer. Still, you walked in undeterred, and reached the main room just beyond.

“Hello?” you called. Predictably, there was no answer. The main room was pretty standard. There were a few pieces of furniture, a TV that was turned off, and a small table in the middle. This room connects to another area beyond your vision, and to a staircase directly to your left. You decide to keep your search on the first floor for now and head through an archway into the next area.

Back here, it’s much darker. The chatter from outside had died down into a dull silence. The new room was a lot smaller. The only thing in here was a large table and another door. Not seeing much purpose in this room, you entered the door.

The sound of a wicked cackling, followed by a shrill shriek got your attention immediately. You wanted to rush toward the sound, but something wasn’t quite right. Directly to your left was a staircase. The main room you’d just left had changed slightly. The TV was now on, playing a movie, and sitting on the couch in pretty compromising fashion was the neighbor you were just talking about.

“Wallflower?” At the call of her name, she jumped, nearly falling to the ground. She fumbled with herself for a moment until she was sitting up.

“A-Anon!?” She’s dressed in… well, nearly nothing. She’s wearing a t-shirt, and probably wearing panties. You try to concentrate on her face rather than her attire, but it sure does stick out. ‘What are you doing in my house!?”

“Apparently, some kids found there way in here,” you explain. “I didn’t know what had happened, and your door was wide open. I didn’t mean to trespass.”

“What are you talking about?” She gets to her feet and makes her way across the room to the door you just entered through. She turned the doorknob and pulled the door open, but you didn’t see much more. Once the door was opened just enough for her to fit through, her body was violently pulled through. She grabbed onto the doorframe, but by the time you tried to help her, she was pulled all the way through, vanishing with a quick slam of the door. You pulled the door open just as quickly as it closed, but instead of the front door leading to the outside, the door you opened seem to lead to a corridor you haven’t seen before. And worse, Wallflower was nowhere to be seen.

“What in the hell is happening here…” you mumble. You close the door that you opened, then reopened it. Much to your dismay, the room behind the door changed, confirming your suspicion. You swear under your breath, partially because you were potentially stuck in an ever changing house forever, but mostly because this beat the dogshit out of your Halloween idea. Your haunted scavenger hunt had nothing on a shapeshifting house.

You closed the door again, and decided to go up the stairs. You guessed your best bet would be to go everywhere possible without going through a door. At the top, unfortunately, there were only more doors. Normally, these would probably lead to bedrooms or bathrooms, but you didn’t count on it.

The closest door to you looks like a broom closet. Broom closets weren’t made for someone to walk through, but it technically was a door. You pulled the little handle and carefully peered through the door.

“He’s here… He’s in the house.” You recognize the voice as Wallflower’s, though it sounds a bit different. You clamber your way through the small opening, stumbling forward until your feet hit the ground. There’s a dim light source behind you, and turning around reveals it to be a large vat in the middle of the room. It also reveals who was speaking earlier. “Oh? You made your way to me?”

“Wallflower, are you okay?” Sure enough, Wallflower is standing on the other side of that vat. It’s a bit weird, though, because now she’s fully dressed, wearing a long black cloak, and a tall witch hat. “What is this place?”

“Ah…” She pushed her hand forward, which sent you careening backwards. You tried to stand back up, but it felt as if something was pushing down on your chest. Soon, Wallflower was standing over you, a pretty sinister grin on her face. She bends down, nearly pressing her face against yours. “Hm… it seems like a bit of a waste to kill someone so cute, though.”

“T-Thanks?” You say, struggling against her. You can’t help but notice the hungry gleam in her eyes. It looks nothing like the Wallflower you’re used to seeing. “You, uh, look nice in your costume too.”

“You’re sweet, aren’t you?” she says, chuckling lightly. She touches your cheek with her palm, and slowly traces your jaw, neck and shoulder until she’s rubbing your chest. “Just so you know, I love to to gobble up sweet things.”

“Like… like in a vore sense, or…” She chuckles, as her fingers gently squeeze your nipple. You really hope that she can’t feel your heart beating out of your chest. Soon, her advances get a lot more straightforward, as her hand not so gently grasps your crotch over your pants. It makes you jump a bit. “You’re sending me really mixed signals.”

“Don’t worry, Anon. It’ll all be…” Her sentence trails off, and her attention goes elsewhere. Her eyes flicker behind her, and her sinister smile turns into a growl. “Well, she’s certainly making progress.” She turned her attention back to you, pulled away, and sighed with a shrug. “I guess we’ll have to continue this later, Anon. Be a good boy till I see you next, ok?”

You’re left disheveled, bamboozled, and a little blue-balled as the floor underneath you gives way. It’s not a far drop, but you crash directly onto a hardwood floor. Not expecting a drop like that, the wind was knocked out of you, and leaves you gasping for a few moments. Luckily, you hear footsteps quickly approaching.

“Hey, Anon!” The normal Wallflower voice is soothing to hear. You’d gotten to your knees by the time she reached you, and with her help, you were on your feet in a few moments. “It’s good that I met you here.”

“I think it was… intended.” You say, still catching our breath. You took a few moments to explain what happened. All throughout your story, Wallflower’s face got more and more grim. By the end, she hung her head, shaking it as if she was really disappointed. “Well, that’s all I know. Something tells me you know more, though.”

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. She looked you right in the eyes before continuing. “This is gonna be kinda hard to believe, but, well, I’m a witch.”

“Wouldn’t have guessed,” you say sarcastically. She rolls her eyes. “So what’s the deal with the other you?”

“She’s a... failed experiment to clone myself,” she explains. “Well, she’s a failure because she was too much of a success. As soon as she realized she had my powers, she got incredibly cocky, and escaped.” She sighed, then shook her head again. “I haven’t been able to get into my laboratory for months because she keeps moving it around.”

“Any idea why she’s so lustful?” Wallflower looks taken aback at the question, frowning and balling her fists.

“H-How should I know?” she snaps. Once she sees your eyebrow raise, she takes a deep breath and folds her arms over her chest. “She’s probably erm… lonely. It has been a while since she’s met another human.”

“Is there a chance we can go through the same door I did?” She shook her head.

“To find her, I either have to break the spell, or being incredibly lucky and pick a door that she hasn’t marked yet and also leads to her…” Just saying it out loud made the two of you sigh. “Well, either that or she lets us in, somehow.”

“She did seem like she wanted to… gobble me up earlier.” Wallflower looks away, muttering something under her breath that you don’t quite catch. “There’s a chance that she lets us in if I taunt her, or something.”

“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” she says, visibly thinking it over. “I probably couldn’t do it, so she probably can’t focus too much on the spell surrounding the room if you’re distracting her.”

“She does seem to know when you get close,” you add.

“That was before I knew exactly what was going on,” says Wallflower, confidently. “All you need to do is distract her for a couple of minutes. Once the spell is down, she’ll have no leverage, and I should be able to take her down.”

The two of you talk a bit more about the plan on the go. She coated you in a thin sheet of her magic, which would get her attention. After creating some distance, your job was to prod around a few doors, hoping that the magic would entice the clone enough to get her to pull you in.

The problem was, though, that other Wallflower didn’t seem too keen on biting. You felt like you’d seen every room besides the one you were looking for. Good Wallflower didn’t even pop back up, which was concerning. As time went on, you wondered what had become of her.

You wearily opened another door, having long since lost count at this point. However, this time, the room beyond was something different. It wasn’t a bedroom, bathroom, or the foyer again. It was a small room, mostly empty, with a pedestal in the middle. You wonder if you should close the door, but feel like going in is probably your best bet.

The door closes almost immediately as you enter. The room has very little light, but the book is giving off a soft blue light. As you get closer, you notice the details of the book.

It’s quite old, with the cover and spine having obvious signs of wear and tear. You run your finger across the cover, unintentionally causing it to float up and open. The pages flip by until they stop on a page dated a few days before Halloween.

I ran into Anon today. He invited me to his Halloween special thing, but I don’t think I’ll go. It’s been a while since we spoke, so I’m guessing it’s a thing he invites everyone to. Then wouldn’t it be weird if I didn’t show up? Would he come looking for me if I didn’t? Maybe I really shouldn’t go...

You knew that you probably should have stopped reading on the first page, but the pages literally turned themselves. It was weird that the fact that it was floating wasn’t the strangest thing about the book. If physical books had a ctrl+f function, you’d want to know how many times you popped up. Every page seemed to talk about an encounter that you had with Wallflower, dating all the way back to when you first met each other.

The new neighborhood seems pretty nice. It’s quiet, and isn’t that cold, even though winter’s getting close. There’s a guy who lives a few doors down, Anon. We had a bit of a talk, and he seemed pretty nice. Pretty cute, too. Wonder if he has a girlfriend? I’ll probably ask next time I see him.

“Ah, I thought you’d be in here.” You fumble with the book, spin on your heel and come nearly face to face with Wallflower. The dark makes it hard to tell which one, but the smile in the dark gives it away. “What a naughty boy you are, reading someone’s private diary.”

“I didn’t mean to...” She slid closer, the sudden movement enough to put you on your butt. She chuckles, then follows you down, hovering right over your pants. It only takes a few moments before she’s through your pants and to your boxers. “Wait, Wallflower, I—”

“You know how long I’ve been waiting, Anon?” she asks. You can’t help but gulp when she finally gets through your meager defenses, and pulls your half chub out into the open air. She presses it against her cheek, slowly rubbing it against her soft face to bring it to full readiness. “God, just the smell is enough to make me go crazy.”

She wastes no time using her tongue to make you twitch and squirm. The combination of hot breath and her wet tongue against your shaft makes your body shudder with sudden pleasure. She reaches up to remove her hat, letting her long, messy green hair fall to her back. She grabs the bottom of the shaft and slowly pumps, then she slowly covered half of it with her mouth. Her mouth is small and warm, and her tongue seems to be able to wrap all around you. Soon, she pressed her entire head down, pulling a groan from you when the tip of your dick hits the back of her throat.

“This is wild,” you mumble. She giggles even with her mouth filled. All too quickly, she pulls back, her mouth making a quiet popping sound as she does. Her eyes meet yours, and her devious smile returns.

“I want more, Anon,” she whispers. She moves further up, snapping her fingers to remove her cloak in an instant. Underneath, she’s wearing a black laced bra and panties. She pushes you onto your back before straddling you. Your cock stands firm against her belly, twitching and jumping at the chance to go inside her. She pulls aside her panties, letting you feel how wet she is when she presses her pussy against your shaft. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Give it to me.”

You’re really in no position to argue against her. She lifts herself up slightly, and moments later, you feel yourself enter her. She inches downward, body clenching tighter and tighter until you feel the squish of her g-spot. She takes a deep breath, then giggles. She places her hands on your chest for support, then begins moving her hips.

“F-Fuck,” you grumble. She seems to enjoy watching you react as much as she enjoys your dick. Every time she slams down on your, you can feel her body shake in pleasure. Every now and then, she wiggles her hips around, making sure your dick reaches every part of her.

She speeds up, managing to hit the bottom of your shaft every second. She was keeping herself mute before, but now she didn’t seem to be able to keep herself from moaning aloud. Even when she bites her lip, you can hear her hum in pleasure. She slams down hard, grips your shirt and whimpers. After a few moments, she pauses to catch her breath.

“Did you cum?” you ask. She nods her head, but keeps her head down. An idea is formed in your mind as you watch her slowly recover. You suddenly sit up, and quickly swap spots with her. “D-Do you want me to do that again?”

“Do you even need to ask?” she says. Her smile seems genuine for the first time, which throws you off. Still, you line yourself up with her pussy and push through easier than before. With her body so close to yours, you can feel her shaking much more than before.

You don’t bother going slow, instead going quickly from the get go. Wallflower doesn’t seem to mind it, though. You pull her bra up to reveal her perky breasts, and waste no time indulging your desires. When your tongue circles her puffy nipple, you can hear her breathe sharply. Apparently, her nipples are sensitive. You spend a bit more time there before you go back to pounding her.

“A-Again…” she moans. Her fists ball up, and you feel her body clenched tighter. You don’t slow down for a bit as she cums again. You can’t, actually. You’re so close to cumming yourself that your body was acting on its own. Thrust after thrust, jab after jab, you felt your body shudder, and suddenly…

Wallflower vanishes from in front of you, leaving you to fall to the floor. Your orgasm, which seemed so close a few moments ago, tapers off, and you regain your control. You look around to see what happened, only to see the two Wallflowers looking at each other. Evil Wallflower was tied up with purple light. Good Wallflower was standing above her, her hand covered in a similar purple light.

“N-No!” She struggled against her ropes to no avail. “Don’t do this, I was so close!”

“Sorry that I took so long,” said Wallflower, glaring down at her captive. “I’ll take care of this really quick, then we’ll be able to escape the house.” The purple light got a lot more intense, and the Wallflower who was captive grimaced.

“W-Wait, stop!” you shout. Surprisingly, she obeys you, the light dimming once again. “Do you really have to kill her?” Wallflower looks at you, anger clear in her eyes.

“Why would I spare her?” she snaps. “Were you actually having fun with this sex-crazed disaster?” Her outburst reminds you of earlier, and you subtly shy away.

“W-Well... “ You look over to the Wallflower tied up, then back to the main one. “I didn’t think so at first, but she’s pretty cute.” Both Wallflowers looked like you just exposed yourself. Well, to be fair, you were still pantsless. Good Wallflower’s face flushed red. “I know that she’s your clone and all, but isn’t there a way to let her live?”

“Clone?” Evil Wallflower asked. She turned to the main one. “Is that what you told him I was?” You frown and turn to her.

“You aren’t?” She chuckles in her restraints.

“I was her attempt to get rid of her romantic feelings towards you,” she explains. Good Wallflower goes pale, and her eyes darted away from you. “To be fair, it was getting to be an issue. All the attention you were giving her was starting to make her hot and bothered...”

“Well...” mumbled Good Wallflower. Her face went from anger to embarrassment. She looks up at you for a moment only to turn away again.

“That’s kinda weird,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. “I was actually under the impression that you didn’t like me.” Wallflower shook her head. “Every time I tried to speak with you, you either spoke very little or left in a hurry.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to see me like… this.” She pointed toward Evil Wallflower, who was silently watching from the sidelines at this point. “I never knew anybody who wanted to talk to me as much as you did.” Wallflower looks down at the ground with a frown. You look between the two of them, then shrug.

“Do you wanna go out?” Your sentence hits Good Wallflower like a truck, while it makes Evil Wallflower chuckle hysterically. “I mean, with all we’ve gone through tonight, I’d think it’d be fitting. We’ve technically already fucked.”

“What’s there to think about?” Evil Wallflower asks. “He knows all about you, and he’s offering. If it were me, and it is, I’d take the offer.”

“Seriously?” Good Wallflower looks you in the eyes, and you look back. She looks over to Evil Wallflower who nudges her head in your direction. “A-Alright. We can go out.”

“Guess you don’t me anymore, hm?” said Evil Wallflower. She’s still tied up, but it doesn’t seem to matter when she slowly disappears into a bunch of white balls of light. The light flies into Wallflower, the only one now, and soon any sign of the other Wallflower is gone. She takes a deep breath, then looks up at you. She looks normal, if not a bit tired.

“You alright?” you ask. She takes another deep breath, then nods. What you didn’t expect her to do was reach for her panties.They slipped down her legs quick, and even in the dim light, you could see her pussy juice eagerly trickling down her leg. “Oh yeah. I never did put those pants on.”

She reaches you quickly, her lips locking with your own. She pushes her whole body forward, nearly climbing on top of you while she does. Your hands find their way to her bottom, lifting her fully off the ground. Your dick doesn’t need to long to get the message, already back at full readiness quickly.

“P-Put it in already,” she whispers. Her voice is quiet, but you fulfill her request. It takes a bit of positioning, but she slides onto your cock easily. Once she’s reached the base, she whimpers in your ear. “F-Finally.”

“You’re so cute,” you whisper in her ear. Her grip on her hug gets tighter, and you can just imagine her blush. “I’m gonna start moving.”

True to your word, you start pumping. You can’t go to fast with the position you’re in, but you thrust hard enough to make up for it. You swear you can feel her heartbeat against your chest.

You pause for a moment and let her down. She seems a bit confused as you drop to the ground and motioned for her to follow. With your back to the wall, she puts her back against your chest. Once she sits down, you pull her back with your hand. Your other hand snakes up her shirt and squeezes her nipple.

“Mmmh!” She moans with her mouth closed, but can’t keep it up long. Her breathes get heavy when you start pumping again. She spreads her legs, and you can clearly see your cock pushing in and pulling out. Not to mention how divinely squishy and wet her pussy feels. She puts her arm around you, pulling herself in closer and giving you another kiss. “Are you gonna cum soon?”

“Fuck… yeah,” you say. Your hands grasp her torso, and you start pumping as fiercely and quick as you can. Wallflower isn’t even trying to hide it anymore. Her face is a complete mess of saliva, and tears of joy bead in her eyes. You kiss her a final time as your cock jumps and pumps cum deep into her. You grunt as you push every single bit of cum you’d saved up out and into Wallflower. You pull out slowly, your cock flicking a bit of cum onto the floor when it pops out. “Damn. That was good.”

Wallflower is shaking, but she keeps her grip around you firm. Your eyes meet, and you smile down at her. She goes for another kiss, catching you off guard. You return it in earnest.

“That went pretty good,” you said to yourself. You got a new girlfriend, one who just so happened to be magical. All in all, one of the best Halloweens you’ve ever had. “Wait… the kids! I forgot!”

“Oh yeah…” Wallflower climbed on top of you, her eyes still as intense as before. Looking at her only seemed to push you back to full mast. “We’ll go find them later.”

“That feels irresponsible…” Your sentence died in your throat when she quickly swallowed your shaft. With Wallflower’s skills, maybe looking later was the best choice.

One more round couldn’t hurt.