Chapter 13: Possessed by the Futa Ghost

I gripped my gohei as I thrust my hand at the rice paper door. The roars of Mitsuko’s possessed father resounded through it. Shadows moved. A woman moaned, the same throaty sounds that I had brought forth from my Ojo-sama during our time at the onsen.

The sounds of pleasure. Of orgasms.

“You must free him,” Mitsuko-hime begged. “Please, Sayuri-chan.”

“I will,” I told her, trembling. So much had happened. I was a futanari now, but my transformation had taken a full turning of the moon. So I didn’t dance the Kagura at the autumn equinox and the foul yokai Yokubo-no-Tako had escaped. It now possessed Mitsuko-hime’s father, the Daimyo for our province. The monster killed my father when he tried to stop it.

And now I had to exorcise it from the Daimyo and make restitutions for my mistake. I had to reseal the yokai.

“Do not enter,” I told my princess.

Tears fell down her white-painted face. She looked like a princess even in her fear and grief, her hair styled in a complex bun on her head, held in place by the alabaster comb her father had given her. She loved that piece of jewelry over all others.

“Whatever happens, do not enter.”

She nodded her head.

I wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to love her. But there were watching eyes. The courtiers of the castle stared at us. None could now about our relationship. And though I had gained a cock and could marry her now, it did not matter.

I had too much to atone for.

With a deep breath, I stepped into the room. Her father writhed on his futon lying on the floor covered in tatami mats. A woman floated in the air, wrapped up in shadows, writhing and shivering. She was naked, her round breasts jiggling, her head thrown back in pleasure. Her pussy gaped open, shadowy appendages ramming into her depths like cocks. Juices fell like rain from her sex, pouring into the Daimyo’s open mouth.

He, too, was naked, his hand jerking his cock as he drank the pussy juices.

“PUSSY!” he howled. “Bring me more PUSSY!”

“No more will come, great Lord,” I said. “You are possessed.”

“The little miko, “the Daimyo said, only the voice that bubbled out was far too malevolent to be human. “I bet you have a pretty pussy beneath those hakama.”

“I have more than a pussy,” I spat out, stepping forward, the bells jingling as they dangled from my white haori. I wore my sacred garb. I wielded a gohei. The wand swept before me, the twin shide, chains of paper diamonds, flared bright and white with my sacred power. “Yokai, you do not belong in this man. You do not belong in this world.”

“And you will stop me, little miko?” The Daimyo’s entire body shook as the yokai laughed through him.

“I know your names, Yokubo-no-Tako. You are the Tentacles of the Depths, the Darkness of the Grotto, the Slime of Passion. I know all nineteen of your names.”

He snarled. Tentacles lashed out at me. Shadows hissed from above and the sides. I gripped the gohei moving with grace and beauty. I danced the Kagura’s power as my gohei lashed the air with brilliance. Shadows melted away as I swirled and spun, my feet stepping with precision, power surging out through me.

“I am a student of the Divine Dance, I am the embodiment of the Sacred Kami. I am the champion of Kanshu-no-Kami, blessed in his name on the day of my birth. My mother before me danced the Kagura to keep you barred, as did her mother and hers. And so shall my daughter! The blood of Kanshu pumps through my veins.

“You cannot stand before me Nightwater!”

The yokai threw the woman, writhing above, at me. I gasped as she slammed into me, disrupting my dance. Her weight carried me to the ground. I grunted, and she moaned. She wiggled on me. Something clung to her skin, oily and foul.

And arousing.

My clit tingled from the slime. My girl-dick sprouted beneath my hakama as I heaved the moaning woman off of me. She rolled onto her back, plunging both her fingers into her pussy. She reamed them in and out as I rose.

“FUTANARI!” bellowed the yokai.

The Daimyo now hung from the ceiling, his body supported like a marionette by shadowy tentacles, twitching as he stared at the bulge in my hakama. My dick ached and throbbed with such a need to cum.

“You serve Hangetsu, little miko?”

“Kanshu-no-Kami,” I snarled and moved forward.

The masturbating woman lunged at me. She grabbed the waistband of my red hakama. She yanked down my pants, my cock popping out. Her mouth latched onto it. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. I shivered, groaning as the woman, maddened by the yokai’s lusts, bobbed her mouth on my new dick. The slime coating my skin burned with more pleasure, the lusts trying to infect me.

“I will not succumb,” I groaned. “I am Divine. Holy. I am a sworn miko of Kanshu-no-Kami. He walks with me.”

“Your father said the same,” the yokai laughed through the Daimyo. His tentacle lashed out at me. “Right before I broke his neck.”

“He doesn’t have the Kami’s blood in him,” I shouted.

White light blazed from the twin shide as I swung it before me, cutting the tentacles attacking me, the severed ends fading into black motes. I grit my teeth as I tried to ignore the mouth sucking on my dick, swinging my gohei. She bobbed her greedy mouth on my dick. Her hands seized my ass, clenching them as her tongue swirled about my shaft.

It was so good. My pussy clenched. I struggled so hard not to erupt into her mouth. I had to be strong. I had to exorcise the demon. My hips shook, my arms moved, my feet shuffling in place. I couldn’t do the whirls and twirls of the Kagura with the woman’s sucking mouth locked on my dick.

But I could still dance.

Power flooded out of me. It rushed through the room. Light blazed as my lips moved. I cried out the nineteen names of Yokubo-no-Tako, I recited the glories of my ancestor, the names of my bloodlines. White light swirled through the room, ribbons that rippled from the shide swirling above my head, severing the tentacles.

The Daimyo groaned as he fell to the bed. I drove back the shadows of the yokai as they tried to bleed out of him.

“You cannot defeat me, miko,” he groaned. “I have his soul. You’ll have to kill him to set me free.”

“You are wrong!” I howled. “By Kanshu-no-Kami’s sacred strength, the power of his mighty limbs, the strength of his...”

My words faltered. The woman sucking my cock shoved two fingers into my pussy. They pressed into my depths. Pleasure rippled through my pussy to the tip of my dick. My head sprang back. My snatch clenched on the probing fingers.

My dick throbbed in her hungry mouth.

I had to focus, but she took so much of my dick into her mouth. The Daimyo rose. Fresh tentacles surged from him. He moved towards me, not walking like a man, but like an insect scuttling on too many legs.

“That’s it, little miko, cum in the whore’s mouth. Flood her with your seed. Pussy, cock! I feed on it all. Give me your fluids!”

“Never!” I howled as my cock erupted.

Pleasure burst out of my pussy and exploded from my cock. Cum spurted into the woman’s mouth. My pussy spasmed on her fingers. The pleasure shot through me as I lashed out my gohei at the Daimyo while the yokai reached for me.

My shide lashed the Daimyo in the face. Blood spurted.

I gasped in shock as the Daimyo crashed to the floor. My shide had hurt him instead of driving out the yokai. My eyes widened. I was cumming. Lust shuddered through my body, affecting my purity. I groaned, swaying as the final spurt of my cum flooded the woman’s mouth.

“My Lord,” I gasped as he screamed in pain, clutching the blood flowing from his ruined face. More dripped from the shide.

The door burst open. Mitsuko-hime entered. Her eyes widened. She stared at her father lying bleeding. So much blood. His body twitched. He gurgled. Shadows boiled around him while the woman kept sucking on my dick.

Mitsuko-hime glanced at me. Pain burned in her eyes. “You said you would save him! And you’re in here, fucking a woman’s mouth while he bleeds!”

“I...” Shame shot through me. I heaved away from the woman, my cock bobbing before me. I had to exorcise the yokai while there was still time to save Mitsuko-hime’s father. “By the name of Kanshu-no-Kami, and through his blood flowing in my veins, I cast you out yokai!”

My gohei lashed down at the Daimyo, a ribbon of blood trailing in its wake. Mitsuko-hime screamed and threw herself at her father, covering him. Horror twisted my guts. The stained-crimson shide cracked across her back.

Energy exploded.

500 years later...

Don’t cum. You can’t cum. Think of baseball. The A’s are doing great this season. If they win the next seven games, they’ll be in the playoffs for sure. They can do it. They can make it to the world series. They’ll sweep the Mariners in the three game series next week. Just sweep them.

Chris struggled hard as the ghost-possessed Miyu rode her girl-dick. The Japanese exchange student’s tight, hot cunt slid up and down his dick. She gripped him with her silky flesh. Her silky-black hair danced about a face contorting with pleasure while her hands squeezed Chris’s large breasts.

Chris didn’t always have breasts. Until this afternoon, she was a he. Gender-swapped by the very ghost that possessed Miyu. Through the craziness of today, she had gone from a boy to a girl and then into a futa. And if she came in Miyu’s pussy, she would go back to being a girl. Having no cock.

And then the ghost-possessed girl would strangle her to death.

After the Mariners, the A’s have a tough battle against the Blue Jays. But they can do it. They can afford to lose one game in their series. But that’s it. Then they’ll make the playoffs.

Damn, Miyu’s pussy is so tight. So wet.

Chris’s dick was larger as a futa than it was a boy. It even felt more sensitive. Her pussy clenched as she fought the hot, tight delight of Miyu’s pussy sliding up and down her dick. Chris glanced at Yoshiko, pressed against the wall, the ghost of Sayuri sucking on her futa-dick.

Chris couldn’t see the ghost. But she could see Yoshiko’s cock moving and bobbing in strange ways as the futa-ghost sucked on it. The busty, half-Japanese futanari moaned, her round, blue eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to cum.

Watching them made Chris’s dick ache. The tip throbbed. She groaned, fighting back the sudden orgasm about to explode through her. She grit her teeth, shuddering against the incredible pleasure of Miyu’s tight pussy.

“No,” Yoshiko groaned. “I have to cum.”

“Yes,” Chris panted, her feet drumming on the floor. “I can’t ... hold out ... Shit, her pussy feels so good.”

Her pussy clenched. She couldn’t hold off any longer. She grit her teeth, fighting it, but that hot, silky pussy was just too amazing. Her cum swirled in her ovaries. The pressure race towards the tip of her dick.

Yoshiko let out a moan of delight.

Cum spurted from her dick and into the ghost’s mouth, splashing around before fading away, absorbed. And then outlines of the ghost appeared. Hope surged in Chris. Her orgasm withdrew as she watched in awe as the futa-ghost appear, naked and sleek, her skin a darker shade of olive than Yoshiko’s, her hair straight and silky-black.

And then the futa-ghost surged into Yoshiko’s girl dick. The busty futanari shivered, swayed. She trembled as the ghost of Sayuri possessed her body. Elation surged through Chris. With the ghost in control of Yoshiko’s body, she could exorcise Mitsuko’s spirit out of Miyu.

And then we can rescue Lori.

Yoshiko’s swaying ended. She straightened and then bent down, snatching up the fallen wand. It had a single chain of paper diamonds dangling from the end. Naked, her dick still hard, ghost-possessed Yoshiko faced Miyu and spoke in flawless Japanese.

Yoshiko knew only a few phrases. Like Miyu, it sounded like two people spoke: Yoshiko and the spirit of Sayuri.

“SAYURI-CHAN!” Miyu howled, her pussy clenching so hard on Chris’s dick.

The blonde futanari groaned, her orgasm had only been delayed. It still boiled in the depths of her pussy. She was still so close to exploding. Miyu slid up her dick, the friction shooting down to her pussy. Her cunt clenched as she fought against her orgasm.

And then Miyu was off her dick and advancing at Yoshiko. Chris let out a gasp of relief. Her large tits heaved. She wasn’t sure she would ever go back to being a guy, but she knew she didn’t want to stop having a cock.

The pair spoke in rapid Japanese as they squared off. Then Yoshiko lunged at Miyu, large tits bouncing. Chris groaned, her pussy-soaked dick aching. She still wanted to cum. But now really wasn’t the time.

“Kick her ass, Sayuri-chan,” Chris shouted, turning, sitting up as the two ghost-possessed girls came together.

Energy flashed. White and black, meeting in powerful bursts. The blue globe of light, the hitodama, darted in. Chris didn’t understand what it was, but it seemed to protect Mitsuko. Yoshiko had to whip it with the wand, driving it back, allowing Miyu to dart in.

Goose pimples rose on Chris’s skin. She shivered again. Electricity tingled in the air. The ground rumbled as the two ghosts fought through their proxies. Miyu screamed, her words hoarse and throaty as she lunged in and tried to rip out Yoshiko’s throat with sharp fingernails.

But the glowing wand held her back.

Chris looked to her left at the purple glowing portal. They had just opened it up to Yomi before Miyu arrived. Chris, Yoshiko, and the ghost were about to go through and confront the tentacle monster. They would rescue Chris’s girlfriend, Lori, and the others taken—Kat, Ms. Lindon, and Mariah.

Shivering, Chris wrenched her gaze from the portal. All she wanted to do was to go through it. But that wouldn’t solve anything. She needed Sayuri to fight the tentacle monster. She was a miko, a shrine maiden, blessed with divine powers ... somehow. Chris didn’t pretend to understand how it worked.

But Sayuri could defeat the monster.

We’re coming, Lori, just hold on. Fear twisted Chris’s stomach. The monster fucked women to death, feeding on their essences.

“Chris-chan,” Sayuri said through Yoshiko. Only the ghost would have added the Japanese honorific to Chris’s name.

“Yes?” Chris asked, standing up.

“I need you to distract the hitodama.” Yoshiko’s face twisted in concentration as she danced and whirled, slashing her wand at both Miyu and the ball of light. “I can’t fight them both.”

“Right?” Chris nodded, ready to help. “How?”

“Mitsuko-hime is obsessed with futanari. If you cum, it should attract the ball’s attention.”

“Oh, sure,” Chris said and grabbed her cock. She felt so foolish. Now wasn’t the time to jerk off, but she trusted Sayuri.

The blonde futanari stroked her hand up and down her shaft slicked by Miyu’s cream. Pleasure shuddered through Chris. Her pussy clenched, juices running down her thighs. She had been close to cumming before, and her orgasm swiftly built as she stroked her dick.

Her cock throbbed every time her hand reached the tip. It was so different jerking off her girl-dick than her original. It was far thicker and longer. She had to really work her hand up and down it now. Sensations raced down her shaft to her pussy. Her back arched as the pleasure built.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Chris groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. She pictured Lori on her knees, red hair framing her smiling face, green eyes twinkling. Lips wide, sucking on the tip. Loving it. “Going to cum so hard, baby.”

Yes, yes, you know I love it when you cum in my mouth, he imagined Lori saying.

“Fuck,” Chris groaned. Her back arched. Her tits bounced before her.

Cum spurted from her dick.

White arched through the air and splattered on the ground. Thick, white drops forming a line leading back to her. Another and another blast erupted. Pleasure surged through Chris. Her pussy clenched, juices flooding down her thighs. Her knees buckled beneath the pleasure surging out of her.

“God, yes,” Chris groaned, loving being a futanari right now.

The blue hitodama danced through the air, making figure eights as it wavered, one moment darting for Yoshiko, the next heading for Chris’s cum. Its light pulsed and flickered, crackling with lightning. Chris cocked her head.

Is that ball lightning? Is that what a hitodama is?

Then the ball surged for the ground. It landed on the nearest puddle of Chris’s girl-jizz. The light pulsed as it slid along the floor, leaving no jizz in its wake. It was hungry, sliding through the cum, gathering up every drop on the floor.

Chris shivered. “You like it, huh? Just a little cum-slut there, hitodama?”

A dollop of cum, beading the tip of Chris’s dick, fell to the floor and landed with a splatter at her feet.

The hitodama pulsed and shot across the floor at Chris. The blonde futanari gasped in shock, stepping back as the ball absorbed the cum on the floor. As Chris moved, her dick shook, flicking more drops of girl-jizz into the air. The ball noticed, rising, catching then following them to the source.

It engulfed Chris’s girl-dick.

Electricity tingled up her cock straight to her pussy. Her cunt spasmed. Her entire body quivered, head thrusting back. Large tits bounced before the futa as incredible pleasure raced through her body. It was so different than anything she had ever felt, almost like a violent shock.

But it felt amazing.

“Oh, fuck,” Chris groaned, falling to her knees. She didn’t even feel the impact on her knees as her body quivered.

It was so hard to focus on anything but that wonderful ball of pulsing, sucking light on her dick. It quivered and hummed, sparking along her dick. Her convulsing pussy radiated pleasure through the rest of her body, the current inducing her orgasm.

Cum spurted out of her dick. The hungry hitodama pulsed rapidly as blast after blast of girl-jizz shot from Chris’s dick. She gasped, stars dancing before her eyes. Her hands seized her heaving breasts, squeezing her pillowy flesh.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Chris moaned, the word spilling from her lips as she writhed in passion. “You naughty ball of light.”

The futa had no idea her dick could keep erupting. Five or six blast was typical. But ten. Eleven. Twelve. And each one accompanied by the powerful pulse of pleasure that swept through her body and had her convulsing and writhing, her eyes fluttering.

“Shit, that’s good. Oh, damn, yes!”

The pleasure coursed over and over through her. Juices gushed down her thighs, hot and sticky. Her fingers dug deep into her tits. Her body shuddered, writhed, lost to the pleasure that the little, naughty, wonderful ball gave her.

It surged up and down her cock, fucking her, draining load after load of cum from her body. The blonde futanari swayed, stumbling back. She fell on her ass, hardly feeling the impact as the ecstasy surged through her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her entire cock bursting with electric bliss.

“Fuck,” she groaned, grabbing her new breasts. She squeezed them, loving their pillowy feel. They were so much fun to play with. “You naughty fucking ball of light. Suck my cock!”

The hitodama pulsed faster and faster, glowing brighter with every blast of cum it absorbed. The light strobed through the room, painting everything in harsh blues for a split second. Chris groaned, her hips thrusting up, fucking the entity, juices squirting from her pussy.

Her eyes rolled back into her head. Fingers pinched and pulled fat nipples. Pleasure screamed through her electrified body. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed over and over. The tip of her dick ached, growing more and more sensitive with every spurt of jizz.

In the background, Miyu and Yoshiko fought with light and shadows. Chris didn’t care that Miyu’s clothes disintegrated as the glowing chain of paper diamonds slashed into her, revealing her slim, petite form. Her breasts small, perky mounds that jiggled, nipples tiny, brown, hard.

“Yes, yes, yes,” screamed Chris as more rapture boiled through her mind. Stars danced before her eyes. Her vision fuzzed. She clung to consciousness, wanting to hold onto the bliss the hitodama gave her for just one more blast of cum.

Her teeth clenched. Her fingers pulled hard on her nipples. Large tits stretched. Pussy juices puddled about her ass. Heels drummed on the floor.

“Too ... much...” Chris squirmed. “Fuck!”