Chapter 7: Pupil 07

“Interesting,” Margaret examined the growling wolf head which was Zara’s hand a handful of seconds ago.

“That’s not all. When I used this ability, there was a moment when my phone’s Poe radiation counter was triggered as if a real monster was there,” Zara told her about the incident as she sat in Margaret’s office.

“I don’t think you should worry about this. All the augmented people are technically monsters compared to normal humans. The only important thing is to control your abilities. The most dangerous among monsters and hunters are those that can’t control their powers,” Margaret explained.

“So, is this normal?” Zara asked.

“We are talking about monsters and their powers. We can never be sure about what is normal. All we can do is keep you in check and intervene when something goes wrong and you lose control,” Margaret replied.

“What do you mean by intervening?” Zara gave her a strange look.

“You don’t want to know it,” Margaret smirked playfully, “Oh, and here’s one more thing. To celebrate your new ability, I called Aritimi and asked her to do a little training session with you until you splash.”

“What? Come on Marge, cut me some slack,” Zara protested.

“You are here, Aritimi has some free time to do this and the monsters in the Crypt also have time for you. There’s always time for a good training session,” Margaret grinned.

“But ... but,” Zara tried to oppose but a neon pink portal opened between her and Margaret. Before she could react, Aritimi’s hands darted out of the portal and pulled her inside.

She was in the room that she didn’t expect to see until the weekend.

“Well well well, I heard you got a new power,” Zara heard Aritimi’s voice. She was already naked, her brown skin glistening with sweat.

With a huff, Zara took off her clothes and put them aside. Her naked body was beautiful although she felt as if she was nothing compared to Aritimi.

“Yes, I got a new power,” she replied as she folded her clothes, “I can turn my hand back into a Merewolf head.”

“Oh, let me see,” Aritimi said with a smile.

Zara complied and turned her hand into a furry head.

“Looks like the experiences and the splashings made your body more active. I didn’t expect something like this within this short time. You are a fast learner,” Aritimi complimented.

Suddenly, Zara’s wolf head darted toward Aritimi’s naked breasts and latched onto one of her erect nipples, causing the huntress to gasp.

“Did you do this willingly or by accident?” Aritimi asked. Her smile grew broader as the wolf tongue ran circles across her wide areola.

“Yes, it was an accident,” Zara managed to turn her hand back, “I only unlocked it a few days ago.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Some splashing will make your powers even better,” she grinned.

“Fine, let’s start it. But I hope this means I don’t have to come back here again this week,” Zara replied which was ignored by Aritimi.

“These are going to be your first training partners,” Aritimi winked and summoned the first portal. The creatures rolling out of the portal seemed to be orange-colored marbles at first glance, but then Zara noticed that they were marble-sized Jack-o’-lanterns.

“Oh, they look cute,” Zara exclaimed, eyeing the little creatures.

“They are Jack-o’-jinxes. They like hiding between the candies during Halloween. Not dangerous just annoying. We only keep a population of them here because they are very cooperative and we can use their cells and tissues to heal various types of injuries,” Aritimi explained.

“Okay, and what I should do with them?” Zara asked.

“Just lay on the floor. They will do the rest,” Aritimi winked.

Zara did as she was told and lay on the cold concrete floor with her legs spread wide. Her pussy was already wet.

The little pumpkin-like creatures began twitching. Their triangle-shaped little eyes glowed as if a real fire was burning in their little bodies. Little orange tongues flicked out from jagged little lips. Then four pairs of little green spider-like legs sprung out of their lower half.

The Jack-o’-jinxes started moving towards Zara. At first, they crawled playfully around her feet and legs. One of them tickled her clit with its tiny spider legs, making her jerk with surprise. Then they began to climb her body, their miniature claws surprisingly firm against her skin.

Zara felt the warmth of their little bodies as they approached her center. She took a deep breath, feeling the trepidation. The first jinx reached the entrance of her wet womanhood and paused as if asking for permission. With a nod from Aritimi, it cautiously dipped its head into Zara’s folds. The sensation was odd because of the small size of the intruder. The jinx’s tongue was like a soft, wet tendril, exploring her inside.

As more of the creatures followed suit, she felt a peculiar blend of tickling and gentle sucking. Their tiny legs scurried over her inner thighs and stomach, their little eyes watching her reaction. One by one, the tiny monsters entered her pussy and didn’t stop until they reached her womb.

“What now?” Zara asked as the last one disappeared inside her.

“Stand up and move. They will behave inside you like living Kegel balls,” Aritimi replied.

Zara slowly stood, feeling the weight of the Jack-o’-jinxes inside her. With each movement, they rolled and tumbled inside her. She took a step and gasped as she felt them shift, their tongues caressing the walls of her womb.

“Oh, my God! They feel so good!” Zara moaned, her juices trickling down her thighs.

“It can be even better if you jump,” Aritimi nodded.

Zara complied and began to jump, her breasts bouncing with each leap. The Jack-o’-jinxes’ movements grew more unpredictable.

The sensation was overwhelming. The creatures’ tongues flicked and danced within her, stimulating spots she didn’t know existed. Zara felt the buildup of an orgasm, her legs quivering as she continued to jump. Her pussy was so wet, her nectar began dripping onto the concrete floor beneath her. The puddle got larger a little bit with each jump.

“Ooooh! Yesss!” Zara moaned as she climaxed. This was the most pleasant moan she had in the training room so far.

Zara began doing jumping jacks, the creatures’ movements inside her sending her into a frenzy of pleasure, the enjoyable one, not the painful or humiliating one that she was used to there. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt waves of orgasmic bliss wash over her.

After doing this for nearly half an hour, Zara’s legs began to tremble as she ran out of stamina. She then slipped on the growing puddle of her love juice and fell to the floor.

“I’m done. I can’t move anymore,” Zara panted.

“And some people say doing exercise is not fun. Hu hu hu!” Aritimi chuckled and then opened a portal in front of Zara.

“Can you tell them to crawl out of me?” Zara asked tiredly.

“Oh, they have too much fun inside to do this. You will have to shoot them out of your pussy into this portal. Like the women in those ping pong shows in Bangkok,” Aritimi said.

“But how do I do that?” Zara asked, still panting and trying to recover.

“Just clench your muscles and push. Think of it as giving birth,” Aritimi said with a wink.

Zara took a deep breath and focused on her core. She felt the little jinxes squirming around, enjoying their temporary home. With a powerful contraction, she pushed, and the first one shot out of her like a rocket, landing on the floor with a wet splat before quickly rolling into the portal. Aritimi clapped and laughed as more followed suit.

After the first two, Zara managed to do it like a professional, and the following creatures were ejected straight into the portal. Also, Zara climaxed with each ejection.

“That was good,” Zara said with a broad smile, “I wouldn’t mind if those little green gals would be the next.”

“Now be ready for the next monster,” Aritimi opened a blue portal.

The creature emerging from the bright blue portal was nothing but a mass of green goo.

“A slime monster?” Zara glanced at the pudgy newcomer.

“It’s a Ghost Goo,” Aritimi revealed, “What do you know about ghosts, Zara?”

“I know that ghosts aren’t real,” Zara answered, “In the old times, people thought that dead humans could transform into monsters under certain criteria but these days we know that those were always just monsters who assumed the likeness of dead people to deceive their victims.”

“Yep,” Aritimi nodded, “And Ghost Goos is one of these creatures. They are made of ectoplasm and are super good at shape-shifting. This one here is called Ecto and she was trained by the HSA for years. Now she can transform into anything we want, it doesn’t even need to be a dead person.”

“So she can be whatever you want?” Zara asked.

“Exactly,” Aritimi replied, “Ecto, show her what you can do.”

With a disgusting squelch, the mass of ghostly green goo stretched and morphed, its form shifting rapidly. Before Zara’s astonished eyes, it took the shape of a terrifying ghostly apparition of herself. The creepy copy had a pale greenish skin tone, with jagged wounds gaping across her body, as if she had been bitten and sliced open by various types of monsters.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Aritimi?” Zara pointed at the cheerfully smiling fake ghost.

“I showed her a picture of you and told her what kind of wounds she should put on your body,” Aritimi explained with a wicked grin.

“Zaaraaaa,” Ecto said slowly like a ghost from a movie, “You failed. The monsters fucked and killed you and then fucked you again.”

“That’s so fucking creepy,” Zara muttered under her breath, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling that the ghostly reflection was giving her.

“You have to be punished, Zara,” Ecto said, her voice echoing in the chamber as she glided closer.

As if she was grabbed and lifted by invisible arms, Zara began to float in the air.

“What the hell? She’s doing this?” Zara squirmed as she hovered in the air.

“Yeah. Ghost Goos and other ectoplasmic creatures can produce invisible tendrils of ectoplasm that they can use to move things like the poltergeists from the ghost stories,” Aritimi answered.

The invisible tendrils forced Zara’s legs open wide. The ghostly copy’s eyes lit up with a hungry gleam as she leaned in closer to Zara’s exposed folds. Ecto’s tongue lashed out, a ribbon of slithering ectoplasm that tasted faintly of mint. It slid over Zara’s clit, causing her to gasp sharply. The sensation was surprisingly gentle, yet intense, and she could feel her body responding despite her horror.

Ecto’s tongue slipped inside Zara, the coolness of the ectoplasm made her let out a small scream. Zara couldn’t help but moan as the ghostly appendage began to explore her wetness, sliding in and out with an eerie grace and energic pace. She squirmed and struggled, but the tendrils held her firmly in place, leaving her no choice but to endure the bizarre pleasure given by her doppelganger.

Zara’s climax was so strong that her fluid managed to push out the invading semi-liquid tongue.

“Huh? She is fighting back? Come on, Ecto. Show her what you got,” Aritimi commanded.

With another disturbing squelch, the ghoulish copy’s pussy began to stretch and reshape, morphing into a thick, veiny phallus that grew longer and harder as it emerged from between her legs. The tip glowed with a soft green light.

Ignoring Zara’s protests, the ghostly Ecto moved closer, the green phallic projection swaying between her legs.

The ghostly phallus grew closer to Zara’s pussy, the tip of the ectoplasmic cock grazed against her labia, leaving a cold, tingling feeling in its wake. Despite her initial shock, Zara felt a strange, unwelcome thrill at the incongruous sensation.

“This is so fucked up,” she murmured, as her doppelganger slowly pushed her dick inside Zara.

The feeling was foreign and cold, yet undeniably arousing. The ectoplasmic shaft filled her completely. Zara moaned as Ecto began to thrust, the glowing cock moving in a steady, tenacious rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of her own pulse. It was as if her own body was being used against her, the very essence of her being turned into a weapon of pleasure against herself.

“You are a dirty whore, Zara,” Ecto said with a ghostly echoing voice, “Your sluttiness was the reason for your downfall. You cockhungry wench.”

Zara felt a surge of anger at the words but she couldn’t deny that she was aroused. The coldness of the ectoplasmic cock inside her was an eerie feeling but it stimulated her senses. Her body was betraying her, her pussy clenching around the invader, creating a delicious friction that she took joyfully. Zara glared at the smirking Aritimi.