Chapter 12: Fucking the Futa Ghost

My joyful night had turned to ash. Hangetsu, the great Kami of change and transformation, took an entire cycle of the moon to remake me. So I wasn’t there at the shrine to dance the Kagura and bolster Kanshu-no-Kami in his endless battle to keep the dread yokai Yokubo-no-Tako imprisoned. It was my most important duty as the miko of the shrine.

My father was dead, and the yokai had escaped, possessing Daimyo Todo Hidenaga, the father of my love, my Ojo-sama.

I had gained a cock, but the price was so high. Too high. I had just wanted to marry Mitsuko-hime so we could be happy together. But now ... My father dead, and hers may well perish if I couldn’t exorcise the yokai from his soul.

The samurai escorting me said not a word as we marched to the Daimyo’s castle upon the hill. A bulwark of earth and wood surrounded the towering structure made of stone. I had stared at it all my life, but had never been inside. If my Ojo-sama had not gone to the onsen to bathe, we never would have met. Never would have fallen in love.

The yokai never would have escaped.

I wanted to cry, to collapse in grief, but my duty was clear. I had to make restitutions for my actions. Mere apology was not enough to wipe away the stain of this dishonor. It required so much more than mere words.

“I hope you can do this, girl,” grunted the Samurai as we passed the outer bulwarks and climbed up the hill to the castle. “My Lord is possessed by the yokai.”

I gripped the wand in my hand. A gohei with a two shide, chains of paper diamonds, dangling from the tip. It was an implement of exorcism. My father had tried to use it to stop the monster, but it killed him.

“I will cleanse the Daimyo.”

The guards at the entrances carried long pointed yari, the spears’ long blades of steel glinting in the torchlight. They bowed to the samurai as we strolled into the castle, boots thudding on the floor. He led me deeper and deeper. We turned down a corridor. There, courtiers and their wives knelt along the hallway, fear on their faces.

“Through the door,” the Samurai grunted.

A rice paper door lay at the end of the hallway. Shadows moved through it. I walked down the hallway, trembling. I could feel the yokai in there, see its tentacles move around the Daimyo’s outline. A woman moaned, deep and sexual.

I shivered. This was all my fault.

Emotions overcame me. Tears fell down my cheeks as I passed by the courtiers and their fearful faces. I struggled to master myself. I couldn’t fall apart. I had to exorcise the yokai and protect Mitsuko-hime’s father. I couldn’t fail her like I had mine.

“Pussy,” the Daimyo groaned. “Bring me more pussy!”

And then my Ojo-sama appeared out of a side room. She fell to her knees before me, her face painted white, lips bright red. Her silky, black hair was gathered in an intricate bun and held in place by her favorite comb, the alabaster one her father had given her.

“You have to save my father, Sayuri-chan,” she gasped. “Please!”

“I will,” I said, kneeling before her. “I’m sorry I took too long to return. This is—”

“You’re here,” she gasped. “That’s all that matters. I had hoped your father would come, too ... I saw the fire. I feared ... Is he... ?”

I nodded my head.

“I am so sorry, Sayuri-chan.”

“No, I am the one who must apologize.” I bowed myself before her, pressing my face to the stones, my tears forming small puddles. “For taking so long.”

“Where have you been? An entire moon cycle has past. Searchers went into the cursed woods looking for you.”

“My Lady, your father suffers,” the samurai said. “You can ... reminisce with the miko later.”

“Pussy! Cunt! Twat!” bellowed the Daimyo. “Need more! One isn’t enough! Pussy!”

I lifted my head and whispered, “I did it. But ... the kami held me for a month, and ... I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I wasn’t present to dance the Kagura. That’s how the yokai became free.”

“But you can help my father?” Desperation shone in Mitsuko-hime’s dark eyes. “Please, Sayuri-chan, you can help him.”

“I can help him,” I said. My dishonor would be corrected and atoned tonight. I rose, standing straight and tall, the bells dangling from my haori tinkling. “Do not enter until it is over.”

500 years later...

“No,” Chris shouted, banging on the wall where the tentacle monster had vanished, dragging Ms. Lindon, Kat, and Lori to another dimension—Yomi. “Please, please, don’t be closed.”

Yoshiko’s heart beat in fear as she stared at the desperate Chris. The blonde, gender-swapped futa fell to her knees before the walls, large breasts bouncing, and cried. Cum leaked out of her body, dripping down her thighs.

Yoshiko’s cum.

Only moments before, the pair had been caught up in the lust churned by the demon’s slime. Consumed by the lust, they hadn’t cared that the monster had carried off Lori, Chris’s girlfriend and Yoshiko’s best friend.

She saved me and then the monster took her while I just fucked Chris. Yoshiko hugged herself, her large breasts pillowing against her arms. Cum leaked out of her, too. A mix of Chris’s and Kat’s. Before Chris and Lori arrived, Yoshiko had fucked her bully, Kat, turning the girl into a futa, too. Then Ms. Lindon, their English teacher, had caught them just in time for the monster to seize her.

It all became a blur of sex after that, her body poisoned by the monster’s lust. She hadn’t even cared what happened to her let alone around her. She had even been seized by the monster, its tentacle-pussy sucking on her girl-dick while its tentacle-cock fucked her snatch.

“What is going on, Sayuri-chan?” Yoshiko asked, her legs buckling. Chris’s cries echoed down the hall of their school, Redwood Academy. It was after classes, the place deserted. “What was that thing?”

... A yokai called Yokubo-no-Tako. A dangerous monster kept imprisoned at my father’s shrine...

“What’s it doing here? Was it trapped in the tree with you and Princess Mitsuko?”

The futa-ghost touched Yoshiko’s shoulder, the spirit of Sayuri unseen. Then the ghost hugged her, the tingling presence comforting Yoshiko. She tried to hug the ghost back, but her arms past through Sayuri’s body.

... I don’t know how Mitsuko-hime nor my soul ended up in your land. Everything is a haze before I sucked your cock and you sucked mine. Then it all became clearer. I was just ... an impulse until then. An idea. I wanted to find Mitsuko-hime, I think...

“And turned me into futanari in the process,” Yoshiko sighed. She glanced at the main doors. Beyond lay the Japanese Pine Tree that graced their school’s ground. Once a magnificent specimen, reddish branches spread wide, pine needles a vibrant green. But a storm had raged last night and lightning had struck it, freeing the ghosts and the monster.

“How did it escape your shrine?” Yoshiko asked. “You said it was imprisoned.”

... I know not. My last memories of my life is the day my Ojo-sama took my virginity...

“That is not the last memory you have.” Yoshiko turned around in the ghost’s embrace, trying to find Sayuri’s eyes. She had no idea if she looked in the right direction, but she felt Sayuri’s smaller tits against her large breasts. “I saw past it when I entered your soul. You were fixated on that day, so happy, but I saw things that happened after the day you lost your virginity. Memories from when you were a futanari. I saw the fire.”

... NO!...

Yoshiko flinched from Sayuri’s outburst. It rattled through her mind. She thought her ears would bleed.

... I am so sorry... gasped Sayuri. ... It’s just that word make me shiver ... I don’t want to remember...

“But you might need to. I saw it, Sayuri-chan. The shrine was burning. And your father...” Yoshiko swallowed. “He was dead. And then you were walking through a castle surrounded by retainers. I saw shadows moving, like tentacles.”

Sayuri-chan trembled in my arm.

“And then, you were running through these dark woods, chasing Mitsuko-hime and...” Yoshiko shivered. “You were so scared, so frantic.”

... No, no. My last memory was happy. We must have died shortly after...

“That really doesn’t fucking matter,” screeched Chris. She whirled around. “Lori is in there with the monster. Miyu told me the thing will fuck girls to death. Lori! So I need help right now. It doesn’t matter how the thing got freed.”

“But...” Yoshiko swallowed. “Maybe it does. How did that thing get trapped into the tree, Sayuri-chan?”

... Someone could have bound it in there, but there had to be something ... holding it in. There had to be more than just the tree holding it in there. The tree is a natural object. Unless you saw it ringed with ofuda and a miko constantly dancing around it. The shrine in my village required two Kagura to be danced a year and it was blessed and contained a sacred statue...

“Maybe that was you and Mitsuko,” Yoshiko said. “Maybe that’s why you were in it. And when the town in Japan gave our school the cutting fro the tree, it happened to hold you three. And then when the lightning hit it, the thing was set free.”

“Along with a pissed off Mitsuko,” grunted Chris. “But that still doesn’t help us get Lori back. Please, Sayuri. How do we cross over to Yomi to save her.”

... The yokai fled to the World of Darkness?... Sayuri-chan shivered worse against Yoshiko. ... That is very bad. I do not know how to enter that place. It is the world of the dead. It is almost as bad as Jigoku...

“So you can’t get me to her?” Chris deflated, slumping against the wall. “Then she’s gone. We can’t rescue her. That thing will just fuck her to death.”

... I am so very sorry, Chris-chan...

“Fuck your apology.” Tears fell from her blue eyes. “It won’t bring Lori back.” Chris banged her head back into the wall.

Sayuri-chan gasped.

“What?” Yoshiko asked, her heart quickening. Her own tears beaded her eyes. She didn’t want her beautiful, redheaded friend to die. Especially not fucked to death by a tentacle monster. It was something straight out of a filthy hentai.

... The wall... Sayuri-chan pulled away from Yoshiko. ... There is something strange about it. A barrier...

Chris lifted her head. “A barrier. Like there’s a doorway?”

... Yes... Sayuri-chan let out a wanton, lust-filled moan. ... Oh, my, it is brimming with the yokai’s ardor. I think I can open this...

“I thought you didn’t know how.”

... I am a ghost now. I’m not alive. Things appear to be different...

Chris was on her feet in a flash, big tits bouncing. Yoshiko scrambled upright a moment later, rushing over. Hope burned in her as she reached her gender-swapped friend. Chris looked so familiar to how she did as a boy and yet so different.

“How, Sayuri-chan?” Yoshiko asked.

... Lust ... The doorway is sealed by lust. I need your help. You two are closest to Lori. I can feel her energy. It is similar to your own. I need you to channel your lust through me, and then I can open the doorway...

“How do we do that?” Chris asked, her eyes so wide.

... I need you to fuck me. Your lust transmitted through my body can open the door. I hope...

“You think?” Chris demanded. “You’re not sure. You want us to waste time fucking you when it might not save her?”

“Chris,” Yoshiko said, shoving her hand down to her pussy. She stroked her clit, making it tingle, sending arousal fluttering through her body. “Do you have any other ideas?”

Chris opened her mouth and then closed it. She shook her head.

“Then we have to fuck the ghost.” Yoshiko shivered, her pussy clenching, and then her dick sprouted, growing from her small, pink clit. The olive tone of her skin appeared, the tip flaring into a dark, throbbing, spongy crown. The folds of her pussy wrapped about the ever-growing base until a hard, thick girl-dick bobbed before her.

“Let’s do this, Sayuri-chan,” moaned Yoshiko.

... Yes, please fuck me with your wonderful girl-cock, Yoshiko-chan...

Yoshiko looked around, searching for any sign of the ghost, her dick throbbing, aching. Residual lust from the monster’s slime pumped through her veins, slamming into the futanari hormones that had ramped up her sex drive. Her pussy clenched, juices and Chris’s cum leaking down her thighs. She wiggled, letting out a whimper as she stroked her cock.

She had no idea where Sayuri was in the intersection. Not even hearing Sayuri’s moans in her mind helped. They didn’t come from any particular direction but from all around the busty futanari. She blinked, giving Chris a look, her futa-dick sprouting now.

... Why aren’t you enjoying me, Yoshiko-chan?...

“Well...”

“She doesn’t know where you are, Sayuri,” Chris answered.

... Oh, yes, my apologies. I forgot. Turn to the right, Yoshiko...

She did, her dick and boobs swaying. She faced the wall where the monster had vanished. “Are you right in front of me?”

... I am...

Yoshiko reached out with her hands waving them before her like she walked through a dark room and couldn’t see anything. It was so surreal, searching for a hidden body. Her fingers wiggled, stretched wide apart and—

She slapped an invisible ass.

... There I am...

“Yes,” Yoshiko said, her hands exploring the round shape of Sayuri’s ass. Her fingers dug into unseen flesh, bringing a moan and whimper from the ghost. A shudder ran through Yoshiko. “Oh, your ass feels reel nice, Sayuri-chan.”

... Thank you ... I like your ass greatly...

Yoshiko’s sphincter clenched, still a little sore from Sayuri’s recent fucking. “I know. You’ve fucked mine a few times.”

Yoshiko fell to her knees, her large tits and thick girl-cock bouncing, the shaft slapping her thighs. She pulled apart the futa-ghost’s invisible butt-cheeks, leaning her face in, tongue outstretched, questing. She brushed Sayuri’s thigh with her cheek, a tingle racing through her skin. She moved upward, finding the ghost’s pussy.

Licked.

... Yoshiko-chan... gasped the futa-ghost.

A faint, sweet musk coated Yoshiko’s tongue as she licked through the ghost’s pussy, Her tongue wiggled out into the air, probing Sayuri’s hole. The ghost shuddered, her hips undulating and butt clenching beneath Yoshiko’s fingers. It was different than eating Chris’s or Lori’s pussies. The ghost’s juices vanished almost as quickly as they coated her lips and chin. She could feel them evaporating away only to be replaced by fresh ones a moment later when she licked again.

But Yoshiko loved it. At her heart she was a lesbian, and though she had never been with a girl until today, she loved pussy. She used to masturbate to yuri hentai, cute lesbians loving each other. And now she could love Sayuri.

“That is so wild,” groaned Chris, slowly stroking her cock, precum beading the tip. “You’re holding empty air and wiggling your tongue like you’re licking her pussy.”

... She is licking my pussy, Chris-chan. And it is so wonderful. Mitsuko-hime would do this to me all the time when we bathed in the onsen. And I would return the favor...

“Damn, I would have loved to see that,” Chris groaned. She looked around, nervous. “I hope she doesn’t find us.”

Yoshiko was too busy licking hot ghost pussy to care. She nibbled on labia, feeling ghostly hair stickle her face. Sayuri, even as a spirit, had the same thick bush Yoshiko had witnessed when she fell into the ghost’s memories. She loved the silky feel on her lips, tickling her as she licked and lapped and devoured sweet pussy.

Her nose pressed into Sayuri’s taint as she feasted. Her hands kneaded the ghost’s ass. A shiver ran through Yoshiko. Feeling naughty, she took a long lick, flicking the futa-ghost’s clit before sliding up through Sayuri’s taint and between the cheeks of her butt.

... Yoshiko-chan, that is so dirty...

“You love it,” Yoshiko moaned between licks and swirls of the ghost’s invisible, puckered sphincter. The faint, sour musk sent a hot surge of delight down to her futa-cock and dripping pussy. She clenched, forcing out more of Chris’s cum to dribble down her thighs and the length of her dick.

... I do!...

Yoshiko wiggled her tongue into her ghostly lover’s asshole, the futa-ghost moaning in her mind. She savored the thrill of probing Sayuri’s bowels, swirling, teasing, returning the pleasure the futa-ghost had imparted throughout the afternoon.

... Yoshiko-chan ... Going to cum...

“Good,” moaned Yoshiko.

... This doesn’t help Lori-chan. I need you to fuck me. Please, Yoshiko. I...

... Cumming!...

The futa-ghost’s asshole clenched on Yoshiko’s probing tongue. Sayuri moaned and gasped, bucking and humping. Yoshiko wished she could see the pleasure on the ghost’s face, the simple joy brought about by an orgasm given by a friend and lover.

She’s my friend, realized Yoshiko.

“This isn’t helping, Yoshiko,” Chris groaned. “Fuck her. We don’t have time.”

Yoshiko flushed. “Sorry. I got carried away. Is being a futanari like being a boy? Just so horny you can’t think.”

“I’m far hornier as a futa than i was a girl or a boy,” Chris groaned. “Fuck her, Yoshiko. Give that futa-ghost a taste of your girl-cock.”

... Yes, yes! Please, Yoshiko-chan, fuck my wet pussy and make me cum!...

Yoshiko rose, keeping her hands gripping Sayuri. They moved, sliding up to the ghost’s waist. Yoshiko was half-afraid if she let go, she would lose the ghost. Her hard dick nudged invisible, wet pussy. Heat flowed down her dick. A wanton moan echoed through Yoshiko’s thoughts.

She reached down, dragging the tip of her dick through hot folds, searching for the ghost’s entrance. Yoshiko gasped when she found Sayuri’s hot, sucking hole. The futa-ghost undulated her hips, pushing back, engulfing the tip of Yoshiko’s dick.

“Oh, Sayuri-chan, that’s so nice,” Yoshiko moaned as she slid into the hot, tight embrace of the ghost.

She looked down, seeing through Sayuri’s body and staring at her dick wrapped up in hot pussy. Her dick angled upward, guided by the hot hole. It looked so unnatural. Her cock shouldn’t thrust upward to that degree. Her body shivered and her dick hardly moved, trapped in pussy.

Yoshiko drew back, fascinated by the skin on her dick sliding over the erect flesh beneath, gripped by the ghost’s pussy. Friction rippled through Yoshiko, heating her pussy. She groaned and thrust in again, her dick sliding upward at the same angle.

“Shit, that is so hot,” Chris groaned. “You’re fucking her pussy.”

“I am,” Yoshiko moaned, feeling the silky grip around her dick. “Oh, Sayuri-chan, I’m in you.”

... You are. Oh, Yoshiko-chan, your girl-cock feels so wonderful in me. So hot. Fuck me and let’s rescue Lori-chan!...

“Yes!” Chris and Yoshiko moaned together.

Yoshiko’s big breasts bounced as she thrust over and over. Her crotch smacked the invisible butt-cheeks of the ghost while her dick slid in and out of hot pussy. Yoshiko shivered, hands gripping Sayuri’s waist as she drove her dick harder and faster.

Precum leaked out of her dick, coating the insides of Sayuri’s pussy, leaving glistening streaks behind outlining the shape of her snatch. The more Yoshiko fucked her ghostly friend, the more precum stained the pussy walls.

“Oh, my god,” Chris groaned. “It’s like you’re taking a cast of her pussy. Jesus, that’s hot.”

“Uh-huh,” Yoshiko moaned, leaning her body against Sayuri as her hips picked up the pace. Her breasts pillowed against invisible flesh, nipples pressing into her boobs as they rubbed on Sayuri’s back. Yoshiko’s hands reached around the ghost, one squeezing a small tit, the other finding a thick, long girl-cock.