Chapter 9: Futanari Fucks Her Bully

“Will this work?” my Ojo-sama asked, hugging me from behind. Her damp hair brushed my neck. She still wore it loose after our bath.

Our love-making.

“I do not know, Mitsuko-hime,” I whispered. “But I have to try. Tonight is the half-moon. The transition.” It was the last half-moon of Summer. The next would fall on the Autumn Equinox, and that night I had to perform the Kagura and help Kanshu-no-Kami keep the yokai imprisoned beneath the shrine.

And not long after that, Mitsuko-hime would leave her father’s castle to travel to the home of her new husband. This was my last chance to change, to become futanari and claim my Ojo-sama as my princess and wife.

“Be safe, Sayuri-chan,” she whispered, “as you walk through the cursed woods.”

Aokigahara, the cursed woods. A haunt of onryo and lesser yokai. Where hitodama danced beneath the moonlight. A place of death beneath the strangling trees.

But it was also a place of power, a place of transition. Life and death touched there. It was a sympathetic likeness to the transition I would beckon. I took a deep breath, grasping my gohei, the twin shide fluttering as I shifted. I wore my miko vestments, my red hakama and white haori. Bells tinkled with my every movement.

“I will return transformed, Ojo-sama. I will come back to claim my wife.”

“Sayuri-chan,” she whispered, lips kissing the back of my neck. “I love you.”

With her love wreathing me, I walked north. Above the trees, Mount Fuji loomed, a perfect cone. And on the slopes of that mountain lay the woods. The boundary wasn’t far. I just had to follow the woodcutters paths until they ended.

Only the foolish and the desperate entered Aokigahara.

And I was both.

The sun sank as I walked the trail, gripping my gohei tightly. Yesterday, I had ventured down this very path. I knew where I was going. There was a small clearing just inside the dread woods, a place where the sky could be seen surrounded by the skeletal trees and tripping branches.

As the sun set, I crossed the boundary. It was invisible, and yet I felt the chill. The sounds of birds and cicadas died. Only trees lived in the demon woods. Nothing else. They had choked all the life away. Not even brush grew. The ground was dead leaves crushed into dirt.

I reached the grove as twilight fell. I stood in it, staring up at the small circle of stars. I was in a well of trees, trapped at the bottom. The woods grew darker and darker around me, the trees moving, rustling like there was a breeze.

Branches swayed, reaching. They knew I lived, and they hated it.

And then the moon appeared, half white, half dark. Half male, half female.

I raised my gohei. My bells jingled as I danced the first step of the Kagura, bringing my sandaled foot down hard on the packed dirt. I spun, black hair flying, bells twinkling louder as I swung my gohei. The twin shide rustled as they snapped in its wake. I spun them above my head, turning, pouring out all my thoughts to Hangetsu.

The Kami of futanari.

“Please,” I cried out. “Please, make me futanari! I need the union of the male and the female. For love!”

The moon blazed black and white. Shadow and brilliance fell upon me. Hangetsu answered.

500 years later...

Yoshiko’s cheeks burned as she faced her bully in the entrance hall of Redwood Academy, the private high school both girls attended.

The busty, half-Japanese futanari licked her lips. The last person in the world she wanted to see was Kat Rollins. The punkish girl advanced, a mocking grin on her pouty lips. A spike collar surrounded her neck, giving her an even tougher look. She thought she could get away with anything.

“Well, dyke? Is that why you’re here?”

The word, dyke, sent a surge of anger through Yoshiko. The sixteen-year-old futanari was a lesbian. She had never hidden it. And everyone but Kat Rollins had accepted her lifestyle choice. At every chance Kat had, she called Yoshiko “dyke” like it should be an insult. Like there was anything wrong with being a lesbian.

And then today, Yoshiko had caught Kat being fucked from behind by Ms. Lindon wearing a strap-on. Yoshiko had always suspected her English teacher was gay. She even had a schoolgirl crush on the older woman. And then to see Kat, her bully, gasping, moaning, loving being fucked by a lesbian—by a dyke—had shocked Yoshiko.

And aroused her.

And now it angered her. Kat was a lesbian, too. Or bi. And yet she took every opportunity to pick on Yoshiko. She was even blackmailed by the bully. Last week, she had been caught by Kat masturbating in the locker room after gym class. While the other girls were showering, Yoshiko had been so turned on by their nubile bodies she slipped into the stall to finger herself.

And Kat caught enough on her phone when she came in early for her gym class.

“Pussy got your tongue, dyke?” Kat laughed, enjoying her joke.

... This girl has no honor... Sayuri, the futanari-ghost, whispered to Yoshiko. After having a hot sixty-nine a half-hour ago, swallowing each other’s essence, Yoshiko and the ghost could finally communicate.

Which is why they were at the school. Sayuri hoped to find the ghost of her princess, Mitsuko, here while Yoshiko wanted to find away to turn her friend Lori back into a regular girl since she had a boyfriend, a great guy named Chris.

“I think you want pussy to have your tongue,” Yoshiko snapped, her anger boiling out of her. She narrowed her round, blue eyes. They were Caucasian eyes, spoiling her otherwise pure Japanese features. Along with her huge tits, her eyes came from her dad’s German family. The rest was all from her mother.

“What?” Kat demanded, eyebrows furrowing. Not once had Yoshiko stood up against the bully.

“I saw you getting fucked by Ms. Lindon’s strap-on today,” Yoshiko hissed. “I heard you admit that you record girls showering in the locker room so you can masturbate to them. I know you’re just as much of a dyke as I am!”

Kat reeled back from the accusation.

“That’s how you caught me. You weren’t there because you showed up early for class. You were there because you wanted to lick all our pussies. You’re gay, and yet you pick on me! Why?”

“I’m not gay!” Kat snarled, her fists balling up. “I like boys, not girls!”

“Then why do you let Ms. Lindon fuck you with her strap-on.”

Color burned bright red across Kat’s face. “I’ll kill you, you fucking dyke.”

Yoshiko gasped as Kat’s hand rose up, arm cocked back to throw a punch. Not a slap, but an actual punch. Yoshiko had never been in a fight before. She didn’t know what to do. Her anger vanished as the fear swelled.

And then Kat gasped and fell to her knees on the ground like she tripped. She groaned, falling onto her hands, too. Her head was right before Yoshiko’s crotch. The sudden image of Kat burying her face into Yoshiko’s pussy shot through the futanari’s mind.

Her clit swelled, blossomed. It pressed froward into her panties. Yoshiko groaned, shaking her head as Kat wiggled on the ground. Her jeans were so tight, molding to a heart-shaped ass. No wonder Ms. Lindon fucked her from behind. That ass is gorgeous.

Those thoughts only made her clit grow into a dick faster. It was so tight, so uncomfortable. The tip of her dick throbbed in need. Yoshiko groaned, shuddering. Her pussy clenched at the friction rippling down her cock as it reached its full girth.

She wanted to fuck Kat so hard. To ram her dick into the bully’s cunt like Ms. Lindon had with her strap-on.

“What the fuck?” Kat hissed, shaking her head. “What is wrapped about my legs?”

... I have her... Sayuri whispered into Yoshiko’s thoughts. ... I will not let this shameful woman assault you...

“Thanks,” groaned Yoshiko.

“Thanks?” Kat asked, her face snapping up. “What are you... ?” Kat’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re like Miyu.”

Yoshiko blinked and then the words Kat said when she first entered the school made sense. “You came here to be fucked by Miyu,” Yoshiko accused. “You saw her on the video that was uploaded. You thought I was here for the same thing?”

Kat’s cheeks flushed. “That’s not why I’m here. And what the fuck is wrapped about my legs?”

“No, you want a taste of girl-dick. You’re a confused bitch. And the idea of a woman having a dick must turn you on. Huh?”

“No. That’s disgusting.” Kat’s face twisted with revulsion. But her eyes gleamed with something.

Lust? Yoshiko decided to find out.

She lifted her gray skirt up her thighs, exposing more and more of her pale-olive flesh. Kat sucked in a breath, her eyes fixing on Yoshiko’s thighs, following up the hem of her skirt like a dog. Kat couldn’t resist.

You are such a dyke. You want me. That’s why you’re such a bitch to me. What are you, in the third grade?

The hem of Yoshiko’s skirt reached her plain, white panties. She had a schoolgirl-fetish, particularly a Japanese one thanks to years of watching Anime, and so she dressed like one as much as possible from her white blouse, to her gray skirt, to the cute panties a schoolgirl would wear.

Only these panties were tented by her thick cock.

“Jesus, you are like Miyu,” groaned Kat. “Is it real? Are you a real dickgirl?”

“A futanari?” grinned Yoshiko. “Pull down my panties and find out. I know you want it.”

“I don’t,” Kat groaned even as she reached out with trembling hands. She hooked Yoshiko’s panties and pulled them down. Not fast, but slowly, working the fabric down inch by inch, rolling it off Yoshiko’s hips and the swell of her ass.

The tip of her cock appeared pressed against her thick, black bush. The hairs curled around the throbbing, pink tip, precum bubbling out the slit. Kat groaned, tugging down the panties farther and farther. She unveiled more and more of Yoshiko’s girl-cock. It leaned outward, no longer fully constrained by the panties, reaching for Kat’s lips.

Then the bully yanked them down the final inches. Her eyes widened as she stared at the dick thrusting from the folds of Yoshiko’s pussy.

“You’re really one of them,” Kat groaned. “Holy shit, I just thought it was perverts on the internet drawing this shit but ... You’re a dickgirl.”

“Futanari,” Yoshiko moaned. “And my dick is fully functional.”

“How?” Kat blinked. “You didn’t have this last week.”

“When you barged in on me masturbating so you could get a look at my pussy and masturbate to it?” Yoshiko demanded, heat in her voice.

“Yes,” Kat groaned. And then she leaned froward and licked the tip of Yoshiko’s dick.

A shudder ran through the futanari. The pleasure ran down her dick. Her pussy clenched and her body ached. Kat’s tongue was heaven on Yoshiko’s dick. The bully licked again, her tongue sliding up the crown, reaching the slit, and gathering the precum.

The drop of clear liquid vanished into Kat’s mouth. The girl moaned, hips wiggling, then she opened her mouth wide and sucked on the tip. Her cheeks hollowed at the eager force of her sucking, sending pleasure shooting through Yoshiko.

“Oh, yes,” Yoshiko groaned, savoring her bully’s lips sucking on her cock, pleasuring her. “That’s it. Oh, you are a futanari-slut. A dyke who wants to love my girl-dick.”

Kat only moaned.

... Oh, yes, she is regaining her honor by pleasuring you... purred Sayuri. ... And she is rather beautiful, in her own way...

A loud pop of a fastener coming undone echoed along with Kat’s noisy sucks. Yoshiko groaned as she watched Kat’s jeans pull down her hips, exposing a pink thong vanishing between the cheeks of her ass.

Kat sucked harder, her eyes widening. She felt it, too, the ghost’s touch. Yoshiko grabbed the bully’s short hair, holding tight, not letting her pull her mouth away and look. The futanari savored her domination.

“That’s just Sayuri-chan,” smiled Yoshiko. “You just keep sucking my cock and let the ghost play with your pussy.”

Kat shivered and groaned, but she didn’t stop sucking.

... Such strange garments your people have... Sayuri said as Kat’s thong lifted into the air, rising out of her butt-crack. ... Isn’t this uncomfortable?...

“Price for looking sexy,” panted Yoshiko, humping her hips, driving more of her dick into Kat’s mouth.

The thong snapped down into Kat’s butt-crack, bringing a grunt from the bully. Then the invisible hands of the futa-ghost pulled the scanty cloth off Kat’s hips. Small, sucking marks appeared red on Kat’s flesh as the ghost kissed and nibbled. They faded to white as the ghost moved lower, the trail disappearing out of Yoshiko’s sight.

Kat shuddered. Yoshiko knew exactly where Sayuri kissed now.

... She has no hair on her pussy... gasped Sayuri-chan. ... She’s shaved herself. Oh, wow, Yoshiko-chan, this is amazing...

“Enjoy,” Yoshiko panted.

The futa-ghost’s throaty moans echoed in Yoshiko’s mind while her bully hummed about her dick. Kat clearly enjoyed what the ghost did, her hips rocking back into the invisible spirit. Unseen fingers pressed into Kat’s ass, dimpling her flesh. Her butt-cheeks pulled apart and then slapped back together as Sayuri devoured the bully’s cunt.

The pleasure humming around Yoshiko’s dick made her sway. Kat’s mouth sucked so hard. Such wonderful delight shuddered through Yoshiko. She quivered as she fucked her cock into her bully’s mouth, striking the back of the throat, loving the pressure as she drew her cock back out of the sucking mouth until only the tip remained.

And then driving in to do it all over again.

Kat’s tongue danced about the tip of her dick. The pleasure raced down her dick to her pussy. Her folds dripped with juices. Her hips shivered back and forth. Her entire body writhed as her moans echoed down the hallway.

“Oh, yes, you little dyke, suck my girl-cock. You love it,” Yoshiko panted. “You want to swallow all my cum.”

... I bet she does. She has to regain her honor by drinking all your cum...

“Yes,” Yoshiko groaned. “Keep sucking and—”

Her words choked off into a squeal of delight. Kat’s finger stroked through the folds of Yoshiko’s pussy then slid inside of her. The friction sent pleasure shooting straight to the tip of her dick. She clenched on the invading digits.

And came.

Her girl-jizz boiled out of her dick in a froth. Load after load pumped into Kat’s hungry mouth. She sucked so hard, draining the cum from Yoshiko’s dick, swallowing rapidly. Kat’s finger jammed deep into the futanari’s spasming pussy.

“Kat! You wonderful dyke!” gasped Yoshiko as her entire body shuddered. The pleasure washed through her. “Drink it all down.”

Kat did, moaning, humping her hips.

... She’s cumming... giggled Sayuri. ... So much yummy pussy juices...

“Drink it all down,” Yoshiko moaned, not sure who she spoke to. Maybe both of them.

Her body shuddered a final time. Her hands let go of Kat’s hair. The final blast of cum spurted into the bully’s mouth. Yoshiko stumbled back two steps, her cock popping out of Kat’s mouth, and struggled to catch her breath.

“Oh, my god, that was amazing,” Kat moaned. “You came in my mouth! And you’re still hard! Fuck me! Fuck me like Miyu fucked that blonde!”

As Yoshiko nodded her head, a thought flashed through her mind: Where did Miyu go in such a hurry?

Lori trembled in fear as she stood naked at the edge of the lookout, her gender-swapped, futanari girlfriend with her. Chris had started the day as a boy, became a girl thanks to one ghost, and then a futanari thanks to another by way of Lori’s dick. They were both futanari now, Lori changed by Yoshiko’s fucking her with a futa-cock, and that was a gift from the ghost of Sayuri.

The other ghost was probably Mitsuko, the princess Sayuri loved and who had possessed Miyu.

And now Miyu was here at the lookout where Lori and Chris had been fucking. The teenagers had been overcome with lust for each other’s girl-cocks. Lori felt so stupid now. The redhead trembled. She knew that the ghost possessing Miyu wanted to kill Chris.

And we just spent our time fucking. Goddamn teenage, futanari hormones!

“What do we do?” she asked Chris as Miyu advanced on them, a strange look on her doll-like, Japanese face. Her glasses reflected the sun, making her eyes appear empty, opaque.

“I don’t know,” Chris answered. “Oh, shit, she killed Phil and now she’s here for me.”

“We have to do something,” Lori gasped, the naked redhead shivering, her girlfriend cum running out of her asshole.

“Right.” Chris swallowed. “I love you, Lori. Get to the car and get out of here.”

“What?” Lori screamed.

But Chris had already sprang forward. Her naked, tanned body was athletic from years of playing basketball and surfing. Her legs were long even changed into a girl. They stretched out before her as she ran at the ghost, blonde hair streaming behind her.

“No, Chris,” Lori gasped, glancing at her mom’s Prius.

The car was still running. She had been so excited when she arrived, realizing that Chris had indeed been turned into a girl, that she had left it on. All she had to do was jump in and drive off. But what about her girlfriend? She couldn’t abandon Chris.

“No,” Lori shouted and bolted after Chris.

“Sayuri-chan,” Miyu shouted, her voice strange, like two different girls spoke at the same moment. The rest of what she screamed was in rapid, incomprehensible Japanese.

Chris reached Miyu. The blonde balled up her fist and punched it like she was a guy still. She put her full weight in it. The fist stopped an inch from Miyu’s face. Chris gasped in shock, her large tits heaving before her.

Then she flew back. Lori screamed as her girlfriend hit the gravel ground and rolled in a cloud of dust. “You bitch, Mitsuko!” She bent down and picked up a large rock, hurling it at the ghost-possessed Miyu. “What’s wrong with you, Mitsuko?”

The rock missed badly. But Miyu’s head snapped around. Then her body turned as a separate, almost disjointed movement. She walked forward, but Lori realized it wasn’t natural. It was like Miyu was a puppet, her strings invisible.

“Sayuri-chan,” the Japanese girl screamed, pointing at Lori’s groin.

At her shrinking girl-dick.

“Oh, shit,” Lori gulped as Miyu didn’t so much as cross the distance between them in a run as blur, a streak of white and gray and olive-beige flesh. In a heartbeat, the possessed Japanese girl stood before the redhead.

“Double shit,” groaned Lori as her shoulders were seized by hard fingers. “Chris!”

The ghost-possessed girl somehow twisted her body and brought Lori down to the ground. She gasped, the gravel biting into her back, her round breasts jiggling. Lori blinked, staring up at the blue sky above.

“Chris, help!”

And then Miyu’s hand grasped Lori’s shrinking, softening girl-dick. It was almost half-way to being a clit again. Her grip was shockingly soft. Lori gasped, pleasure shooting down her dick as the hand stroked her, thumb rubbing across the crown of her cock.

Her pussy clenched. Pleasure shuddered through her body. Nipples hardened along with her girl-cock. The ache built in the depths of her snatch while the tip of her dick throbbed beneath Miyu’s massaging thumb.

“What?” Lori blinked in shock, surprised the ghost wasn’t strangling her, trying to kill her. Is it because I’m a futanari and not a guy? Maybe it’s only guys that piss her off.