Chapter 4: Taken by the Demon’s Tentacles

The beat of the drum summoned me to the stage before the statue of our shrine’s guardian, Kanshu-no-Kami. I was dressed in my miko garb, my red hakama about my legs and cinched tight at my waist, my haori over my kimono, the tasseled ends swaying before me, dangling with bells that tinkled with my every movement. I gripped my gohei in my hand, a wand of cedar wood from which dangle two shide, paper folded to form a zigzag chain of diamonds. The shide fluttered as I turned on the tatami mats and faced the audience.

My breath caught. Mitsuko-hime knelt in the audience beside her father, Daimyo Todo Hidenaga. She was so beautiful in a kimono of midnight blue, her face painted white, her lips bright red. Her hair was a piled mass on her head, held together by a comb of alabaster. Her hands were folded into the sleeves of her kimono, and her eyes were on me.

Hot eyes.

The memory of our shared kiss in the onsen this afternoon flushed through me. My feet hesitated in the rhythm of the Kagura, the sacred dance I had to perform. I almost lost my rhythm. She was so beautiful. My Ojo-sama.

But then I felt my father’s eyes on me as he beat of the drum, his voice singing deep, long, sonorous notes. I had to do my part. I could not falter. It was the spring equinox. The Kagura had to be perform so Kanshu-no-Kami could keep the dread yokai Yokubo-no-Tako bound for another season.

As I turned, my eyes fell on the wooden stature of Kanshu-no-Kami, a man grappling with something foul, the hints of tentacles wrapped about his limbs as he drove the yokai into its prison, trapping it for eternity.

So long as I danced.

500 years later...

Bliss exploded through Mariah Young as the purple, octopus-like tentacle, surged up her legs, ripping open the crotch of her jeans. The monster rammed the bulbous, cock-like end into her pussy. The tentacle fucked in and out of her like a dick, reaming her snatch. The African-American girl moaned loudly. She was sixteen, her breasts bouncing in her fringed belly shirt while her head tossed back and forth. Her pussy clenched on the tentacle.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped as she was held aloft while a round mass of purple flesh, dotted with yellow eyes, spilled out of the wall, spilling over more paint cans. They rolled about the art room of Redwood Academy. “What are you?”

“Omeko,” the creature rumbled again, a mouth filled with sharp teeth opening wide. A long tongue licked across its lips as more cock-tentacles reached for the sixteen-year-old Mariah. “Chichi.”

Her shirt and bra ripped away. Her breasts bounced free, brown nipples hard. Two purple, slimy tentacles wrapped about her breasts, squeezing them into mounds as she shuddered in the creature’s embrace. Everywhere it touched her, spreading thick slime, pleasure bled through her body. She screamed and moaned, undulating, her pussy clenching down on the reaming tentacle-cock.

The ends of the tentacles reached her nipples. Little feelers broke out, tiny, almost hair-like appendages wrapped about her nipples, twisting and rolling them. A delightful tremble of pleasure shot through her body, racing down to the pleasure boiling in her pussy.

The monster lifted her higher, her head brushing the drop ceiling of the classroom. Its bulk dragged along the floor beneath her, mouth opened wide. Her pussy juices dripped from her snatch, falling on its large tongue.

“Omanko,” it groaned in delight. “Momo jiri.”

“Oh, god,” gasped Mariah as another tentacle-dick pressed between the cheeks of her ass. It leaked slick slime as it pressed on her sphincter. She her back arched as the tentacle reamed into her bowels, stuffing both her holes.

She bucked and squirmed, friction burning in her pussy and asshole as the monster fucked her. The smaller tentacles pulled at her nipples, stretching out her breasts as she quivered and shuddered. The pleasure surged through her body. Her skin burned as its writhing tentacles smeared slime across her skin. The aphrodisiac sent her mind boiling with ecstasy.

She tossed and squirmed as the monster fucked her faster, harder. Its tentacle cocks reamed into her pussy and asshole. They expanded, growing and stretching wide her cunt and bowels. Mariah bucked, her toes curling.

“Oh, my god! Oh, yes!” She thrashed as her orgasm exploded in the depths of her cunt.

Juices gushed from pussy around the tentacle cock, pouring into the monster’s mouth. It gurgled in delight, tentacle tightening about her breasts. They throbbed in pain, making her gasp louder, harder, driving her orgasm to higher peaks.

She drowned in bliss. She had never experienced anything like it. Her boyfriend had hardly made her orgasm once, and then it had been so weak. Not the flood of rapture splashing against her mind, churned by the strokes of the monster’s two thrusting cocks reaming both her holes.

“Amai,” the monster groaned as her pussy cream poured into its mouth.

“Keep fucking me,” she hissed. “You fucking monster. Yes, yes, ream those tentacle-cocks into me. Oh, god. Oh, yes!”

Rapture surged through Mariah as another orgasm exploded into her. Both her holes writhed about the monster’s plunging cocks. It growled louder beneath her. Mariah’s nipples stretched as it pulled on the brown nubs, her tits aching, her ecstasy growing.

And then it erupted. Cum spurted from its tentacle-cocks buried in her asshole and pussy. It howled its pleasure as it flooded her with jizz. Her body spasmed. She screamed out her bliss as her tits jiggled. The ecstasy built and built in her mind, driving away all her thought as the jizz filled her body. Every nerve in her burned.

There was only the sweet rapture of cumming left to Mariah, and endless need to feel the tentacles flooding her over and over. She thrashed and groaned as white ecstasy consumed her essence.

“How can there be a yokai?” Chris asked, her once masculine voice now high-pitched and feminine, as she struggled to hold up her jeans and follow after Miyu.

Chris heart thudded beneath her breasts. She had breasts. Large breasts. They bounced beneath her t-shirt, jiggling with her every movement, her nipples hard, pressing against the fabric. Her blonde hair had grown long, framing her tanned face, all the masculinity softened to feminine beauty. She even felt shorter, like she had lost a few inches of height. It didn’t make sense to her. The ghost of the Japanese girl had somehow changed her into a woman.

And then had tried to kill her.

But then Miyu appeared, wielding her strange rod with a chain of zigzagging, paper diamonds in one hand and a folded, paper seal in the other. She had driven off the ghost and saved Chris’s life. Now she marched ahead. Miyu was a new transfer student from Japan, still wearing the gray skirt and vest of her old school uniform. Redwood Academy didn’t have a uniform.

“Come on, talk to me,” Chris said as they stepped out of the men’s room.

Miyu’s head snapped back and forth, her long, silky hair sliding about her shoulders. It was as dark as Chris’s friend Yoshiko. Miyu had the same soft, olive skin and delicate face, though Miyu’s eyes were slanted like almonds and dark brown while Yoshiko had her Caucasian father’s round baby blues.

Miyu strode down the hallway, the paper chain whisking as she walked. Her back was set. To Chris, it was like she strode into battle. From ahead, where the art classroom lay, a woman let out a loud moan.

Not of pain, but pleasure.

“Mariah,” Chris gasped. She had left her art project partner, Mariah, behind to go jerk off in the bathroom after Lori, her girlfriend, sent her a series of naughty, nude selfies. While jacking off, the ghost had first sucked Chris’s dick and then fucked her, turning her into a girl.

How do I explain this to Lori? Chris thought with a groan.

“The yokai is attacking someone,” Miyu hissed. “Stay back.”

“Like hell,” Chris said, her voice too high-pitched to make the words sound as tough and manly as she wanted. Her cheeks flushed as she dashed after Miyu, using one hand to keep her pants hitched up. Her waist had shrunk, leaving her with curving hips and pants too big to wear.

Miyu reached the art room and ripped open the door with the hand holding her wand. She marched in, shouting in Japanese, holding up the folded paper. Chris thought it was an ofuda, a Japanese seal used to ward off evil.

White light flared.

Chris darted to the door, looking in over Miyu’s shoulder. Through the glare, he could see a mass of writhing purple. Mariah danced in the air, held aloft, her body naked. Chris’s eyes widened as she watched the tentacles fucking her, white jizz gushing from her pussy and asshole, spurting out around the appendages buried into her flesh.

“So good!” screamed Maria.

A flush of heat rippled out of Chris’s new pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, her clit throbbing. It was a scene right out of La Blue Girl or Urotsukidoji, two famous, Japanese Hentai about demon tentacle monsters.

Yokai, Chris realized. Holy shit, they’re real. First a pissed off Japanese ghost turns me into a woman and now a tentacle monster is molesting Mariah.

The beast growled and snarled in Japanese as Miyu advanced forward, the ofuda thrust before her. She held her wand low, the single chain of paper fluttering behind her. Her words were dwarfed by the power of the monster.

“IE!” boomed the monster.

A roar of wind slammed from the monster. It whipped at Chris’s clothing. Miyu’s skirt rustled. She raised her ofuda higher, obscuring her face. Chris shuddered, fear beating at his heart while Mariah gasped and moaned her delight, still cumming on the monster’s tentacles.

The white light flickered. And then it shattered like glass. The force of the wind crashed into Miyu. She screamed, her voice so small, childish as her body hurtled back. Chris grunted as the Japanese schoolgirl crashed into her. The pair fell backward in a tangled heap of limbs. Chris gasped, the air knocked out of her lungs.

And then the wind vanished.

The world grew calm.

“What the fuck happened?” Chris groaned. “Miyu?”

But the Japanese girl didn’t respond. She lay limp on Chris’s body. Her heart hammered. She reached out, touching the girl’s throat and...

A pulse throbbed. Chris let out an explosive breath. “She’s still alive.”

Chris sighed and looked into the art room, craning her neck. The monster, and Mariah, were gone.

Lori shuddered, her eyes widening. The futanari-ghost was here. Excitement burst through her body. She had just had one hot fuck with her best friend, Yoshiko, both futanari finally satiated enough for their cocks to shrink back into little clits.

Lori didn’t always have a cock, and neither did her best friend. This afternoon, Yoshiko was haunted by the futanari-ghost in the restroom at their high school. After getting her cherry popped, Yoshiko gained a clit that could turn into a girl-dick. When Lori discovered it, after posing naked for nude pictures for her boyfriend, she had to try out Yoshiko’s dick. She felt a little guilty for cheating on Chris.

But it had been hot. And she is still a girl, Lori had rationed. Chris always did want to see me with a girl.

But after Yoshiko and Lori had fucked, Lori also gained a clit that could transform into a hard, throbbing dick. The redhead had loved it. Yoshiko had just finished riding Lori’s dick, and they both had cum so hard.

“I have to see this,” Lori said, eager to see the ghost at work. She scooted out from beneath her friend with a wiggle. Lori’s round breasts bounced. Her tits were nowhere near as big as Yoshiko’s. Though half-Japanese, she was short and petite, she had some of the biggest tits at the Redwood Academy.

The redhead fell to her knees behind Yoshiko. “Is the ghost really trying to fuck your asshole?”

Yoshiko nodded her head, her round, blue eyes wide as she looked at Lori over her shoulder. “I can feel Sayuri-chan’s dick rubbing on my asshole. She was licking it at first. I think ... getting me ready.”

“Mmm, I don’t blame her,” Lori said, smacking her lips. Now that she was a futanari, she was finding the female form just so interesting. Before, Lori had no attraction for Yoshiko. Now she felt her clit itching.

She rubbed herself, her clit sprouting into a dick again as she stared at her friend’s ass. Lori’s eyes widened. Ghostly fingerprints dug into Yoshiko’s pale-olive butt-cheeks. There really is a spirit here touching her.

Lori shifted until she could see Yoshiko’s puckered asshole. It was dark brown and clenching. Lori stroked her growing dick, her pussy tightening. The redhead bit her lip, loving the sight of Yoshiko wiggling hips, her thick, black bush dripping with Lori’s own girl-cum, and—

Yoshiko’s asshole widened, blossoming to reveal the depths of her bowels while she shuddered and moaned. Lori’s breath caught. The ghost’s girl-cock was sliding invisible into her friend’s bowels. She stroked her hardening dick faster, watching Yoshiko’s asshole expanding more and more.

“Holy shit, I can see into your asshole, Yoshiko. The ghost’s reaming you.”

“I know,” groaned Yoshiko, her voice throaty. From her pussy, a hard cock sprouted from amid the sloppy, cum-stained pubic hairs. “Oh, my god. She’s so huge. She’s driving so deep into me. Oh, Sayuri-chan”

“Yes, yes, fuck her ass, Sayuri,” groaned Lori. “This is unbelievable.” Lori looked around and spied her phone. She snagged it, ignoring the text from Chris and other notifications. She aimed it at Yoshiko’s ass and hit record. “My friend is being fucked by a futanari-ghost,” Lori narrated. “Look, you can see her asshole gaping open. That’s all ghost.”

Without thinking, Lori reached out, her left finger pointed ahead. She felt nothing as her digit slid into Yoshiko’s asshole, not touching the sides of her friend’s bowels. The dick was far thicker than the redhead’s finger.

“Oh, my god, this is amazing,” Lori said, pulling her finger out of the gaping cavity. “I can’t feel the ghost at all, but she’s fucking my friends ass.”

“Yes, she is,” moaned Yoshiko, her head tossing. The sound of her pillowy tits smacking together echoed as the futanari rocked her hips into the ghost’s cock. “It’s so good. So different than being fucked in the pussy.”

Lori stroked her cock with one hand, recording with the other. Her pussy clenched each time she reached the crown of her dick, smearing precum across the sensitive tip and down the shaft. Lori bit her lip, her hips shaking. She loved her new girl-cock.

What will Chris think when he learns I have a bigger cock than him? She giggled. Knowing the freak, he’d want to watch me fuck Yoshiko with it. Her boyfriend was into futanari porn.

Lori’s hand shot down to her groin and slid along her cock as she recorded. Juices dripped down her thighs. She licked her lip, the itch growing at the tip of her cock. She wanted to be fucking. She wanted to ram her dick into her friend’s asshole and cum.

Her eyes widened. “I couldn’t feel the ghost, Yoshiko.”

“What?” groaned Yoshiko, her voice thick and throaty.

Lori gripped the phone as she crawled on her knees forward. Her body phased through the ghost’s body. She didn’t even feel a tingle. She brought her cock to the gaping-open asshole, guiding it into the hole. She groaned, feeling the walls of Lori’s bowels. Her cock was as thick as the ghost’s.

“Lori,” Yoshiko groaned “Oh, god, your fucking my ass, too.”

“It’s too inviting to pass up,” Lori moaned as she slammed all the way into the hot, velvety depths. “Mmm, I’m fucking your asshole at the same time the ghost is.”

“Oh, my god,” Yoshiko squealed, her body shuddering at the strange sensations rippling out of her bowels.

She could feel Lori’s cock buried into the depths of her asshole at the same as Sayuri-chan’s cock reamed in and out. She squirmed, two different cocks fucking her bowels at the same time, overlapping with each other, driving her wild with the duel sensations.

Her girl-dick throbbed before her. Overcome by the sensations, Yoshiko lowered her head, resting the crown on the floor, peering down her body. Her large breasts jiggling, shaking and bouncing together, her hard dick swaying beyond. Juices and cum leaked out of her pussy, dripping down her shaft as she was fucked.

And then Lori began moving.

“Oh, my god, you’re both fucking me,” Yoshiko moaned as the powerful wave of pleasure rippled out of her body. “This is so much.”

“Uh-huh,” Lori moaned, fucking Yoshiko faster and faster, gripping her hips.

Yoshiko shuddered as she felt the two different cocks fucking her at different speeds, sliding in and out at different moments. She shook and shuddered at the duel delights reaming through her body, sending waves of fluttering bliss through her. She rocked back, hearing the smack of flesh as Lori’s bottomed out, feeling Sayuri-chan’s groin a heartbeat later but not hearing any sound.

Lori moaned and groaned as she pounded Yoshiko, but the ghost was silent. If she made noises, Yoshiko didn’t hear them. But she could feel both dicks. Her bowels burned from the friction It melted out of her bowels to her pussy and then down the length of her dick.

Which throbbed.

... Mitsuko-hime...

“I’m not her,” gasped Yoshiko. “But just keep fucking me anyways, Sayuri-chan.”

“Oh, yes, keep fucking her, Sayuri,” Lori moaned. “Oh, damn, Yoshiko, this feels so good.”

“Uh-huh.” Yoshiko lifted her head and swept her gaze around behind her, watching her friend’s breasts bouncing before her as she pounded Yoshiko’s bowels. She’s so beautiful. A part of Yoshiko wanted to blurt out, “I love you,” again and make sure Lori heard her this time.

But what about Chris? Lori loves Chris. They’re both my best friends. I can’t break them apart.

Guilt washed through her. But only for a few moments. The two cocks reaming in and out of her bowels sent ripples of pleasure through her body. The guilt banished as she enjoyed the hard thrusts of both Lori and the futanari-ghost, her dick aching, throbbing.

Yoshiko grew closer and closer to cumming. She bucked back into both their thrusts, clenching her bowels around their dicks. For a moment, Lori and the ghost had the same rhythm, both their cocks reaming in and the same moment, really teasing her nerves.

Then they fell out of sync and buried into Yoshiko at different times.

Yoshiko loved it. “Oh, God, Lori, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it. Oh, damn, cum on both our dicks.”

... Ojo-sama...

“Yes,” Yoshiko moaned. Her pussy clenched. Her body trembled. Her dick throbbed.

Her bowels spasmed about the reaming dicks. Pleasure erupted in the depths of Yoshiko’s pussy. Waves rippled down her cock. Every time they reached the tip, a powerful blast of cum erupted, splatting the carpet of Lori’s bedroom. The pleasure caused by the spurts of girl-jizz slammed into the waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

They reached her mind.

Yoshiko trembled and gasped as the pleasure burned over her. Both cocks reaming her teased her asshole’s depths. They kept her trembling and moaning, her dick erupting over and over as she bucked and groaned.

“Damn,” Lori moaned. “Oh, damn, that feels nice when you cum on my dick.”

“Both your dicks,” gasped Yoshiko. “They’re both so good. “Oh, yes, Sayuri-chan! Lori!”

She trembled, the delightful sensations kept shooting through her body. The pair fucking her asshole kept her trembling and gasping. Her girl-dick stayed hard as both the ghost and Lori pounded her. She groaned, her breasts shaking, her face contorting as the rapture spilled over and over into her mind. Her pussy kept spasming, juices gushing down her thighs.

The spicy scent of her juices filled Yoshiko’s nose as she gasped and moaned. Her head leaned down again, her black hair sweeping across the carpet as she stared at her cock swaying behind her dangling tits. The tip throbbed and ached. She felt her dick twitch. And then another powerful blast of cum erupted, splattering the beige carpet, matting down the fibers even worse.

“Oh, god, I keep cumming,” moaned Yoshiko. “This is so hot. Oh, yes, just fuck me. I love it. You’re going to make me explode.”