Cheshire Mindfuck

“No…”

I backed away from the door, grasping for anything behind me to prop myself up. This couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now.
Not again.

“What? Surprised to see me?”

That flash of white from her cat like grin taunted me once more.

She stepped inside, one foot in front of the other, swaying her hips with great exaggeration and flicking her hair across her shoulder.
Clear as day, I saw her here once again. Even when I knew she couldn’t possibly be here.

“Wha…”

I was at a loss for words, but my mind was racing, trying to find an explanation as to how she was here now. Each one seemed more impossible than the last. I had left her behind. Left everything about her and what she represented behind me in my old life.

Finally, I felt the cold dry touch of the wall behind me. I pressed myself up against it, trying to put as much distance between me and her as possible. My mouth felt suddenly dry.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in a state of shock.

She for whatever reason didn’t pay any attention to me. She simply looked around, examining her surroundings and looking at the various pictures that hung in the hallway. Her furry paws were placed behind her back, giving her an almost childlike look of innocence as she leaned forward to look at another picture.

“Oh John. What do you mean I can’t be here? You and I own each other, remember?”

Her voice. That honeyed voice tickled my ears once again.

She turned to face me, flashing me another grin, her yellow eyes already inviting me. Seductive. Playful. And full of lewd intentions.

“No no no no no.”

I tried to shake her out of my head.

“This is impossible. You can’t be here!”

I told myself this, to comfort myself, to calm down. But it didn’t work.  Suddenly, I felt a paw caressing my face. The soft supple leather of her paw pad felt like silk on my cheek.

“John relax. I’m here now.” She whispered to me, her black and violet hair perfectly framing her face.

“And I’ll always be here for you.”

She leaned in to kiss me.

I threw her off.

She stumbled back several steps, but she didn’t seem to take offensive. She only smiled, and twirled around on a foot before flashing me another cat like grin.

“You…can’t…be…here!” I accusingly pointed a finger at her, as if I could somehow pin her in place to where she stood.

Her ears flicked back and forth, one and then the other.

“You can’t be here….”

Her tail roiled behind her, as if it had a life of it’s own.

“You can’t…be here….”

She smiled another coy grin, resting her chin on her paw as she suddenly left the ground and began to slowly spin around and around, levitating in the air.

“You can’t be here because…you…don’t…exist!”

The Cheshire stopped in mid-air upside, the black and purpled ruffled dress still hugging her body. For once, the Cheshire wore an expression of shock.

“Oh John, how could you say that? Don’t you remember all the years we spent together? How many nights we spent in each other’s arms?”

She righted herself, but floated effortlessly above the hallway table, stretching out her arms as if to balance herself; though she clearly didn’t need to.

I shook my head and turned to walk away, rubbing my temples.

“No. You can’t be here. You.  Are not. Real.”

I stumbled forward as something heavy landed on my shoulders, thighs warping around my head. I instinctively grabbed and held onto soft furry legs, as the Cheshire began to ride my shoulders, giving her an impromptu piggy back ride.

Her arms hugged my head in a tight embrace.

“Funny. I feel real enough.” She taunted.

By the time I tried to swipe her away, she was already gone. I looked around the room to see where she disappeared to, only to find her resting on back….on the ceiling.

“You aren’t real,” I declared staunchly, looking up at her, “because you do not exist. Cheshires do not exist. Monster girls do not exist!”

I had left those days behind me. Days of trolling internet chat boards, conversing and arguing about mundane and pointless topics involving monster girls. I was a lonelier man then, and I had succumbed to the lure of an obscure fetish born of the web. For years I indulged myself in this. In this obscure community that practically worshipped this strange fetish. I was there for everything, of course. The drama, the fights, hell…I even wrote a few stories myself, though I never published any them.

My favorite… waifu -I physically blanched at the word- was the Cheshire. I spent countless hours, imagining, fantasizing about doing things with a Cheshire…or a Cheshire doing things to me. I had a folder on my computer, filled with nothing but images and stories about Cheshires. I don’t remember how big it was, but I had a venerable library of pictures on Cheshires.

But there was one Cheshire, a certain Cheshire that I held particularly dear to me.

This one Cheshire that stayed with me. I had dreams about her. Lewd dreams. I found myself pleasuring myself to her when I was alone. I pretended she was with me wherever I went. We had conversations and arguments and what not.  After hours of teenage fueled sex we fell asleep together in each other’s arms, night after night. She was my lover.

I scoffed.

An imaginary friend, more like.

But I grew up.  I learned to make friends and talk to girls. I got older and I moved on with my life.

And here she was once again, tormenting me again, making me question my sanity.

This has happened before.

Every time, I considered it a dream. A hallucination. A moment of weakness.

“Johhhn.” She called out, letting my name roll off her tongue.

She walked around me, letting her tail slither and coil around my legs.

“Of course we’re real John.  How do you think I feel when you say I don’t exist?” she said sarcastically, teasing me.

I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles and let out a disgruntled groan.

“No. You don’t feel. You were cooked up by some Japanese guy who published a hentai book, and then that got translated into English,  and then everybody jumped on the band wagon. You don’t exist.” I reasoned with her.

She ignored me and continued to circle around me like a shark circling its prey.

“But John, don’t you remember all the fun we had? Remember when your parents almost walked in on us? Remember that time you bought me my first collar? Or when we first started experimenting with anal?”

I could feel her hot breath upon my ear, making me shiver. She was too close.

“I especially loved those times.”

I thrusted my arm out to push her away but she disappeared again and I felt no resistance. Instead, she leaned herself on my other shoulder. That characteristic Cheshire grin taunted me once again, peeling away at my sanity. I let out a shaky sigh.

“It’s those drugs, isn’t it?” I reasoned, “I always knew those drugs were messing with my head.”

The Cheshire suddenly appeared in front of me, floating once more in mid-air. She wore a scowl and crossed her arms, as if I had just now finally insulted her.

“John, you have seasonal allergies, not psychosis. Those drugs aren’t doing anything to you….including working.”

She levitated closer to me, her face mere inches from mine. I swear to god, I could smell her.

“You know exactly why I’m here, John.”

She placed a furry paw on my thigh, slithering her hand up between my legs to gently cup my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Backed up are we?” She smirked.

I looked away, not wanting to meet her gaze.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

But of course I knew. Even I had to admit, it had been some times since I had gotten some form of…relief; to no fault of my own of course.

“Oh know, I know.” She cooed back, leaning into me and kneading my balls with all the expertise of a cock connoisseur.

I opened my mouth to say something but by then, she was already gone. I quickly glanced around the room, only to find her staring at a photo frame hanging on the wall. Her head was tilted sideways, as if she were examining a piece of fine art at an art gallery. I knew what photo she was looking it. It was one I passed by every single day. I know most people hang pictures up just to decorate the walls of their home but this picture I held in special regard.

“You know, I always pictured you being the perfect family man.” She said stroking her chin at the framed picture. “But it’s a shame you’re wife doesn’t appreciate you like I do.”

That was the final straw.

“Okay, you need to leave. Now.”

I reached out and attempted to grab her shoulder, half expecting her to blink away again. I was more than confused that I was able to physically spin her around to face me. I was even more flabbergasted when the usually devious and domineering look she had was now replaced with one of remorse.

“You idiot. It hurts me when you keep saying things like that, you know?”

The Cheshire leaned herself against me, pressing her body against mine, her breasts pressing into me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, more out of habit than anything else. But what she had just said made me want to believe her.

I really wanted to.

“But you’re not real.” I pleaded with her, faltering at her desperate gaze.

“You don’t have feelings. You’re just…a part of my imagination.”

Nothing would surprise me more than when she slowly stood on her toes and kissed me, her lips like soft pillows. Embraced in each other’s arms, we stood there, kissing each other like we were long lost lovers returned to one another. The way she moved against me, the way her tongue licked my lips, her smell…all of it seemed so real.

We broke away panting, gasping for breath. Weakly, she smiled before nuzzling her head against my chest. No doubt she could hear my heart beat quickening.

“Do you think you imagined that as well?”

I couldn’t answer her. Or rather, I didn’t want to. I just held her in my arms, resting my ahead atop hers, her cat ears twitching across my face while the two of us just stood there.

“There’s only one way to get rid of me.”

“I know.” I softly replied.

“It’s fine. I need this too, you know.”

“I know...”

No matter how hard I tried, it always ended this way. In the end, maybe this was just how things were now; letting an internet manifestation ruin my life and question my sanity. For a brief moment, I thought about going to a psychiatrist after this. Maybe tell someone, but I doubt they’d believe me. But that was for afterwards. I let out a long heavy sigh and looked towards the ceiling.

“Just…just do whatever you want.”

As if I had said the magic words, faster than lightening, she slipped from my arms and dropped to her knees and with a ferocious hunger, began to work away at my belt. With both of her paws and with her teeth as well, she unbuckled my belt and pulled it off like a ripcord,  tossing it across the room with a clatter. All the while, I just stood there, looking up at the ceiling having given into temptation and weakness. But hell, I might as well indulge myself into this little fantasy; if not for a little while.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” She said with a certain eagerness in her voice as she began to work down my pants down to my knees.

By this point I already had a semi. Even though I was staring at the ceiling, I knew she was snarkily looking up at me. With a few more tugs my underwear was pulled down as well. I could audibly hear her give a relieved sigh as she began to take my shaft and balls into her paws. I breathed in sharply at her touch; the odd sensation of pawpad on dick was always a strangely pleasurable sensation. Her digits wrapped around me, giving it a few slow tugs to get me at full mast, while her other paw gently cupped my testicles and carefully massaged them.

She let out a sultry giggle.

“And judging by the weight of your balls here, it must have been quite a long dry spell for you too.”

“Just shut up and get on with it.” I said annoyed.

She giggled again, probably pleased at my reaction.

Now began her usual teasing routine, her soft kisses along my shaft, making sure to purse her lips and rub them along my length.

Occasionally, I could feel her tongue come out and give me a quick lick. She made sure to pay attention to every inch of my dick, until finally she was running her tongue along the entire length, her hot breathing and gentle moans only making me harder.

Soon, I felt her lips at the very tip of my dick. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to take me into her mouth. First past my glans, the second bob of her head took half of my dick, and the final push took the whole of my girth into her mouth. I couldn’t help but let out an audible gruff sigh at the warm, wet sensation. It felt like I was home again. Her undulating tongue pressed against the base of my shaft, occasionally swirling around as she suckled and savored me. At this point, I had to look down at the sight.

There she was, face buried into my crotch with my cock engorged in her mouth. As if sensing that I was looking at her, she peered back up at me, giving me a wry grin with my cock still in her mouth. I couldn’t help but smile back at the sight; that feeling of empowerment, of satisfaction of someone actually needing you. I can’t even begin to describe it. I reached out and petted her head, gently rubbing her ear between my thumb and index finger. She murred back, closing her eyes and pulling away from my base, her lips dragging all the way. She stopped at my head and slowly made her way back at my base again, her paws gripping my thighs while she began to work her magic. Slowly, she began to pick up speed, rhythmically bobbing her head against me. Not once did she dare let me slip from her grasp. I could feel her hot breath as she breathed in through her mouth on occasion, inhaling my dick fumes as well. Faster and faster she went, and all the while, she started back up at me, gauging my reaction. I don’t know when I started to buck my hips against her, causing my ball sack to hit her chin. She soon changed speed, twisting her head side to side as if to offer my dick new pleasures.

I couldn’t help but shiver in response.

With her lips wrapped around my head, she uncharacteristically let go of me with a loud pop.

“You know, I still remember those times you fapped to that Laska slut,” She huffed out of breath, spittle drooling down her chin. “I’m way hotter than her.”

I scoffed at her and grabbed the back of her head.

“Less talking, more sucking.”

With a little forceful encouragement from me, she once again engulfed my dick. Her eyes went wide at the sudden aggressiveness but she faithfully returned to her duties. She soon began hum and murmur, the vibrations from her mouth further enhancing the pleasure.

Although I’d never admit it to her, or anyone else, I always thought she gave the best blow jobs. I found myself leaning forward, losing the strength to stand upright as she bobbed faster and faster, lewd and lurid sounds coming from her mouth. I grabbed the side of her head, eliciting a questioning ‘mph?’ from her. Like the youthful teenager of my younger years, I bent my knees and began a bestial fucking of her mouth hole.

They only response she could muster was muffled surprise as I had my way with her. My cock regularly hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and struggle. She flailed some, her arms reaching out to try and hold onto something, but I held onto my grip. Though I would never consider myself a dominant man, that momentary feeling of panic she had sent a thrill of sickening pleasure up my spine which only hastened my inevitable climax. And at my peak, I let the urge overcome me and I poured the contents of my balls directly into her mouth. She beat her hand against my stomach in a vain attempt to get me to stop but I ignored her. Instead, I held her head against as my cum filled her mouth. Her struggling soon stopped and her arms fill to her sides motionless. For a moment, I thought she had passed out.

But with my still hardened cock in her mouth, I felt her gulp. And then another gulp. Slowly she swallowed my seed, draining the contents in her mouth down into her throat. She was a dutiful cat and as I slowly withdrew my cock from it’s sheath, she made sure to keep her lips tightly sealed, cleaning up the mess. Finally, I pulled myself free of her, and with her head still in my hands, I gently tilted her up to look at me. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth hung open, spit and cum dribbling down her chin.

“Nyaaaa…” she weakly mewled at me, traces of cum still visible in her gaping mouth.

I let her go and let her collapse on the floor in a heap. Somehow during that ordeal her breasts had come free from her unique Cheshire attire. Whether it was her own doing or from the intense face fucking I didn’t now.  She curled up into a ball at my feet, her tail swishing from side to side as she began to lick the back of her paw in a catlike manner.

“I really needed that.” she quipped happily.

“Yeah” I replied out of breath, wiping the accumulated sweat from my forehead. “So did I.”

“So now that we got that out of the way…” she began, propping herself up with her hands, “…what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I blinked at her, confused. Something strange was happening. I know what she had just said, but for whatever reason, her lips seemed to lag behind. As if she was out of synch with time.

“What?” I exclaimed confused.

“I said….” The Cheshire spoke, the voice no longer emanating from her.

“…What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

I whipped my head to the source of the familiar voice.

My wife.

She stood there with a horrified expression of shock and disbelief atop the stair case, looking at me as if I committed some moral sin in front of the pope himself. I looked back to where the Cheshire was, only to find nothing there. No mess of a Cheshire, to tits hanging out; just me with my pants around my ankles and my dick hanging out.

God damn it.

It happened again.

These fucking delusions.

I hastily pulled up my pants and underwear while my wife descended down the staircase.

“Are you fucking insane John!? We have a four-year old upstairs! What would have happened Dylan came in and saw you…fucking jerking it!” She berated at me in a hushed voice, trusting an open palm into my shoulder while I zipped up my pants.

“I know, I know, I just…I got carried away…”I lied, making up whatever excuse I could.

God, this was beyond embarrassing, if not outright shameful.

“Jesus John, sometimes it’s like you don’t even think before you do something stupid.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I repeated.

She ran her fingers through her hair and turned away from me.

“Its…” she let out a long sigh, “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re right. You have every right to yell at me. I just…” I began, but couldn’t find the words to finish my sentence.

I didn’t know how I was getting myself out of this one.

“No John, I’m apologizing to you.”

I gave her a quizzical look.

“Why are you apologizing to me?”

She shook her head and walked back over to me.

“Because my work is taking away my attention from you and I’ve been too busy to spend much time with you. And now you’re like…this.”

She sounded like a small child admitting to a bad deed. I let out a chuckle pulled her in close to me and patted her head.

“Oh honey, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re an architect and you’ve got a great career ahead of you. You don’t have to worry about me at all”

I could feel her warp her arms around me and return my hug.

“Its just…I wish I could do something for you…”

I gently patted her head and rested my head atop hers, completely forgetting what had happened just moments prior. So long as I had my wife, everything was fine. I just needed her with me. I didn’t need anything else.

“You know what…I am going to make it up to you.” She said, suddenly looking up at me.

“Oh? And how are you going to do that?” I asked teasingly. The way she looked up at me always brought a smile to my face.

“Well, I was going to do this tomorrow…but I might as well do it now…”

Raising a curious eyebrow at her, I waited for what she was about to say.

“I got a promotion!”

I paused at that.

“A…a promotion?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed giddily, dancing on her toes.

“I got picked to go to Dubai to oversee the negations for one of our joint ventures! I’m one of the representatives for our company now! Isn’t that great!?”

Clearly, she was expecting me to share her excitement. I had other thoughts on my mind.

“Dubai? How…long are you going to be gone?”

Her face scrunched up as she thought for a movement.

“Well…maybe a few weeks…or a month. Two to be safe and to make sure that everything goes smoothly. I mean were talking about multi-million dollar deals in one of the hottest places in the world right now! But if this works out, my paycheck is definitely going to have a more digits added to it!”

She hugged me tightly, nearly squeezing the air out of me. I merely patted her back a few times. She laughed as she pulled away.

“Oh great. Now you got me so excited , I want to tell Dylan now!” She exclaimed, twirling away as he headed back up the stairs.

“And afterwards, we can spend all the time together we want! I promise! Just you wait!” her voice came as she stomped back upstairs.

I would have been happy for her; truly, I would have. But I had heard those words before. Back when I had first encouraged her to follow her dream job. Then again and again once she started getting promotions. She never followed up on those promises. I let out a long depressed sigh as the whole thing was about to repeat itself once again.

Absentmindedly, I scratched my balls as headed for the stairs, trying to satisfy an itch that had just popped up. But no matter what I did, it wouldn’t go away. Concerned, I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out through my boxers to inspect what was irritating me.

What I saw left me speechless.

A single strand of purple and black hair, tied neatly in a bow just behind the head of my dick.

And then I felt it a weight on my shoulder, and a haughty familiar voice whispered into my ear, as soft arms warped themselves around my neck and hugged me from behind.

“Two months hmm? I can’t wait…”