Chapter 14: Futa Ghost's Naughty Memories

My blood-soaked shide hissed down at the yokai-possessed Daimyo. Blood streamed from his face, wounded by my first exorcism attempt. Mitsuko-hime, my lovely Ojo-sama, screamed in terror, not understanding what I was doing, and threw herself over her father.

I had a moment of frozen time, Mitsuko-hime staring up at me, tears streaking the white makeup coating her face. She looked like a crying doll. I had to stop my swing. The energy of the exorcism burned in the shide. But I couldn’t stop my momentum.

The shide cracked across the back of Mitsuko-hime’s kimono.

Energy exploded.

It surged out of me. The divine power flowing through my blood. I was a descendant of Kanshu-no-Kami, the guardian of our village and enemy of Yokubo-no-Tako, the yokai possessing Mitsuko-hime’s father. My swing was supposed to drive out the yokai out of him so I could seal it and return it to the...

The statue was destroyed. The shrine burning. There was only one way to seal it now.

But that didn’t matter because Mitsuko-hime jumped in the way. She screamed out in pain as my energy lashed into her body then through it into her father. Her head snapped back. The alabaster comb holding her perfect piles of silky hair in place, gleamed.

“NO!” bellowed the yokai through the Daimyo’s voice.

White light burst from my shide. It had gone all wrong. Mitsuko-hime wasn’t possessed. The power surged into her. She screamed out in pain. The energy hit me and—

“Miko,” a voice groaned.

Something shook me. “Wake up, miko.”

My eyes fluttered open. Smoke roiled across the ceiling over my head. Fire crackled, orange light dancing on the red, blistered face staring down at me, swaths of hair burned from the temples along the side of his head.

“Samurai?” I groaned. It was the warrior who had fetched me to the Daimyo’s castle for the exorcism.

“What ... did you ... do... ?” the man coughed.

“I...” My head throbbed. I blinked, staring around the room. Devastation abounded. The woman who was infected with the yokai’s lusts, driven to suck my cock and ruin my exorcism ritual, sobbed on the ground, cradling a mangled arm. “Mitsuko-hime?”

“Gone,” the samurai growled. “Fled. You ... killed him...”

His hands grasped my throat. Iron fingers squeezed, choking me. Then relaxed. He let out a gurgling sigh and collapsed on top of me. I gasped, pushing him off and sat up. Black lines radiated out from the corpse of Daimyo Todo. I blinked back tears. What had happened? The exorcism had...

Mitsuko-hime!

I gained my feet, my clothes and body untouched by the devastation unleashed. The exorcism had backfired when I struck the innocence. The yokai had attacked at the same moment. The resulting clash blew apart the room. More sobs and moans came from outside the room.

“Mitsuko-hime!” I shouted, casting my gaze around the smoking room. Wooden walls knocked down, splintered lumber scattered over the courtiers who had waited outside, their kimonos singed. They were cut and bruised. “Mitsuko-hime! Where are you?”

I spun around. On the floor were footprints left in thick slime. My stomach tightened. I had exorcised the yokai and...

“Ojo-sama,” I gasped, trembling. I sent it into my love.

I clenched my hand and ... I held something. The charred end of my gohei. My sacred wand was destroyed. I had no instruments. But I had to save Mitsuko-hime. I had to get the yokai out of her and fix all of my mistakes.

Tears falling down my cheeks, I followed the slimy footprints.

500 years later...

Yoshiko stood in a familiar spot, staring at the futa-ghost’s favorite memory. Earlier today, she had fallen into Sayuri’s soul and witnessed this exact scene. The ghost had latched onto it, holding onto the bright joy she had shared with her lover, Mitsuko.

The day they took each other’s virginities with a dildo at their favorite place to meet—a hot spring.

Sayuri sat at the edge of the hot spring. She was young, fifteen or sixteen, the same age as Yoshiko. The ghost’s body was slim, her skin the pale-olive, her breasts small, her hair black silk falling down her back and shoulders. Mitsuko, standing in the hot spring’s center, was just as slim and graceful, her girlish body wreathed by the rising steam. She had a naughty smile on her lips, her hands hiding behind her back.

“How do we get out of her soul?” Chris demanded. She, like Yoshiko, had fallen into one of the ghost’s souls. The blonde futanari, who used to be a guy only hours ago, stood naked beside Yoshiko.

“I don’t know,” Yoshiko admitted. Like Chris, she was a busty futanari, though she had the same olive complexion as the two Japanese girls.

“Mitsuko has to let us out,” Miyu said, the third futanari striding out of the bushes. She was slim and petite, full-blooded Japanese with slanted eyes and small breasts. Her cock looked obscenely huge on her tiny frame, though it was the same size as Yoshiko’s and Chris’s. “We are trapped in her soul until she ... works out her issues.”

“Then how do we get her to do that?” Chris demanded.

Miyu glanced at Chris, blinked. “You have a cock now? First you were turned into a girl, and now you are a futanari.”

“Yes,” Chris said. “That doesn’t matter. How do we get out? Lori was taken by that monster to its lair. It’ll kill her!”

“Yokubo-no-Tako,” Miyu sighed. She pushed up her glasses on her small nose. “Nothing has gone right on this mission.”

“Mission?”

“Hush,” Yoshiko said, staring at the two ghosts. “This is perfect. Sayuri can get through to Mitsuko now, remind her how they cared for each other. Sayuri will stop Mitsuko from being insane. Then we can deal with the tentacle monster and save Lori.”

Yoshiko focused on the scene before her. It played out just as she remembered, with Mitsuko pulling out the dildo made from itadori fibers, some sort of plant. It was bound together by knotted cords. Yoshiko shivered, remembering the feel of those knots sliding against her pussy walls, stimulating her, making her cum so hard.

“Jesus, that looks uncomfortable,” Chris said. “That’s really a dildo?”

“It’s lots of fun,” Yoshiko nodded.

“The itadori, or giant elephant ear plant, releases a chemical called saporin that increases blood flow and therefore increases the sensitivity of the woman’s pussy,” Miyu said. “I am told it’s quite stimulating.”

“It is,” Yoshiko agreed.

“It is a kokeshi.“ Mitsuko said with a smile. “Surely you’ve heard how older girls play with their kokeshi in different manner than when they were younger.”

Miyu giggled, nodding her head, understanding what kokeshi meant beside dildo. Yoshiko still had no idea.

“Oh, yes, I see,” the blushing Sayuri said. “You want to use it ... On me.”

“Then you can use it on me.” Mitsuko stopped before Sayuri, her breasts rising and falling faster. “I want you to take my virginity. Not a man.”

“Damn,” Chris groaned. “Lesbians back in feudal times.”

“Five hundred years ago,” Yoshiko said.

“When Hangetsu’s great mistake happened,” Miyu said, her expression falling. “She has wanted to atone for her role in Kanshu-no-Kami’s death and the yokai’s escape.”

“What?” Chris blinked.

“Will it hurt?” Sayuri asked, her voice trembling.

“Yes, it will,” Mitsuko said, her voice growing cold, gravely, snapping Yoshiko’s attention back to the pair in the hot springs.

Her eyes widened. “This isn’t how it happened last—”

Mitsuko’s left hand lashed out, seizing Sayuri by the throat. The angry princess squeezed hard and slammed Sayuri down on her back. Then her right hand shoved the dildo into Sayuri’s pussy, popping her cherry. Sayuri gasped, bucking, thrashing.

“Fuck,” Chris snarled and darted forward.

A girl-cock sprouted from Sayuri’s clit, thrusting hard before her, bouncing on her stomach as she thrashed. Mitsuko froze, her eyes widening as she stared down at the girl-dick throbbing on Sayuri’s stomach.

Chris’s charge faltered. “What?”

“I don’t know,” Yoshiko said. “This happened before Sayuri became futanari. She shouldn’t have a cock at all. I don’t know what’s going on.”

“The ghosts are both here,” Miyu said. “We need to see how this plays out. Mitsuko has such strong emotions for Sayuri. You cannot get hate that deep without there first being love.”

“Mi ... tsuko ... hime...” choked out Sayuri.

“You have a cock,” Mitsuko said, her hand relaxing its grip. “I ... What ... No, no, no. You don’t have a cock yet. What’s going on?”

“I did this for us,” Sayuri said, her voice soft. “Remember what you said. We can pretend we are men with this toy. But we didn’t want to pretend. We wanted for it to be real. For one of us to have a cock so we could marry.”

“No, no,” Mitsuko shook her head. “No, you didn’t get a cock to marry me! You did it to be a dog! To bed other women! To ... to kill my father!”

“Why would I kill your father?” Sayuri asked. “I love you, Mitsuko-hime. You’re my Ojo-sama. I know you’re just a Daimyo’s daughter, but to me, you are the same as the Emperor’s daughter. Just as beautiful. Just as lovely. I changed for you. I know I did. So we could be together. Happy.”

“Happy!” hissed Mitsuko even as her hand slid down Sayuri’s body and grasped the futanari’s girl-dick. She stroked it. “Happy! You ruined everything. You killed him!”

The world flickered around Yoshiko. She gasped, grasping Miyu for support. Chris reeled backward, fighting to keep her balance. They were suddenly in a bedroom, the futon disheveled, reed mats covering the floor. Sayuri stood holding her wand, her wide, red pants about her ankles, her girl-cock thrust hard before her. She swung her wand, the chain of paper diamonds glowing bright while shedding blood. A man lay on the ground, his face bloody. Shadows writhed about him.

Mitsuko threw herself over the man. The wand slashing down at Mitsuko’s back and—

The world flickered.

Yoshiko stumbled. She stood by the hot springs again. She held onto Miyu’s naked body. But the Japanese girl was also off-balanced. They fell to the soft ground, their naked bodies pressed together. Chris landed on her ass, her cock and tits bouncing before her.

“What the fuck?” Chris groaned.

“Another memory invaded,” Miyu said. “Mitsuko lost control.”

“What was that?” Sayuri asked, her voice trembling. “When was that? I ... I don’t remember that. What... ? Your father ... Why was he bleeding?”

“That’s when you murdered my father!” Mitsuko screamed. “I will make you remember.”

And then Mitsuko did something that shocked Yoshiko. She mounted Sayuri’s waist and slammed her pussy down Sayuri’s throbbing girl-dick. The princess’s back arched, her tits bouncing before her, small, firm cones.

Lust burst through the hot springs. It struck Yoshiko as she struggled to untangle herself from Miyu’s slender body. Her nipples hardened atop her busty breasts. Her cock surged to its full girth, rubbing against Miyu’s hardening girl-dick.

“What the fuck?” Chris moaned, lying on her back, her hands stroking her cock, beating it fast. The tanned, busty futanari writhed, thrusting her hips upward, her face contorted in pleasure. “Jesus, she’s fucking Sayuri.”

“Mitsuko is possessed by anger and lust in equal measures,” moaned Miyu, her hands grasping Yoshiko’s pillowy breasts, squeezing hard. “She is an onryo, and emotions fuel them. She can’t help herself. Her anger and lusts are so close, she is compelled to fuck those she hates, to satiate both desires. But her lust is growing stronger and stronger. This is good. She wants Sayuri as much as she hates her.”

“So why am I suddenly so horny?” Chris groaned, her tanned tits jiggling, her pink nipples swaying.

Yoshiko wanted to suck those nipples.

“Because we’re in her soul,” Miyu moaned. “Oh, Yoshiko, your tits are just as big as I thought.”

“You ... noticed my tits?” Yoshiko groaned, staring down at the exchange student.

“Oh, yes,” Miyu groaned, her accent growing thicker as her arousal grew. “Love big tits.”

“She does,” Chris groaned.

Yoshiko gasped as Miyu ducked her head down and latched onto a fat, brown nipple. Pleasure shot through Yoshiko. Her round, blue eyes widened, her dick throbbing against Miyu’s. She glanced at Mitsuko, riding Sayuri hard, the two girls’ hands roaming each other’s bodies. They moaned out their pleasure.

Remind her that she loves you, Sayuri. Win through to her heart!

And then Yoshiko let out a wanton moan. She stroked Miyu’s silky, black hair, trembling as the tingles from her nipple raced straight down to her futa-cock. Every time Miyu sucked, Yoshiko’s dick throbbed and ached.

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Yoshiko. “You really want to play with my big tits.”

“So much,” moaned Miyu, both her hands squeezing. Her lips nuzzled over to Yoshiko’s other nipple, sucking hard.

“Oh, yes,” Chris groaned, crawling towards them. “She’s loves them. I bet she wants to fuck them.”

“Paizuri!” moaned Miyu.

“What’s that?” groaned Yoshiko.

“She wants to fuck your tits and give you a pearl necklace,” Chris groaned. Then she leaned in and sucked on Yoshiko’s other nipple.

“Oh, wow, that sounds hot.”

Yoshiko quivered, two futanari sucking on her nipples. Chris’s blonde hair contrasted with Miyu’s black. Their lips were both hungry, sucking noisily. Yoshiko’s nipples tingled. Pleasure shot down to her pussy and cock. She groaned and swayed. She bit her lip, shivering in delight, loving their hungry mouths.

She didn’t fight as they pushed her onto her back. Their dicks rubbed on Yoshiko’s hips, smearing precum. In the background, the two ghosts gasped and moaned their pleasure as Mitsuko fucked Sayuri hard and fast.

“I must fuck these tits,” groaned Miyu. “I wanted to ever since we met last week. I jerked off so many times to them.”

Yoshiko’s blush had nothing to do with her juicy pussy and hard cock, or the lust pouring through her from Mitsuko. There was such intensity in Miyu’s words. Yoshiko shivered. She had no idea the exchange student had even noticed her.

“Fuck them,” Yoshiko moaned. “That sounds so hot, Miyu. If I had known ... I would have let you before.”

“I was on a mission,” Miyu said. “I could afford no distractions from my hormones. But you made it so difficult.”

“Mmm, fuck them, Miyu,” Chris groaned. “They’re great tits.”

Yoshiko nodded. “I loved giving Chris a titty fuck. Your turn.”

Miyu pushed up her glasses as she moved. Her cock bobbed before her. Yoshiko shivered. Miyu was so petite and cute, her glasses making her even more innocent. And yet the hungry glint in her eyes, and the hard girl-dick thrusting before her, made her also a hungry, sexual being. They contrasted together.

Yoshiko’s dick throbbed.

Miyu straddled Yoshiko’s torso. The Japanese futanari grasped Yoshiko’s big breasts, squeezing them about her cock. She groaned, fucking her hips forward, sliding her host’s pussy and silky pubic hair across Yoshiko flesh. The tip of Miyu’s dick popped out of Yoshiko’s pillowy tits, dripping precum. “Oh, god, that’s hot,” Yoshiko moaned. “Mmm, paizuri me!”

“It’s not a verb,” Miyu moaned, thrusting harder, her small breasts bouncing and jiggling.

“I don’t care,” groaned Yoshiko.

She loved this form of a titty fuck, Miyu sliding her hot pussy and silky hairs up and down Yoshiko’s body while fucking her tits. It was so hot. Miyu’s fingers dug into her pillowy tits, holding them tight together. Miyu’s own small breasts bounced and jiggled, nipples waggling in the air above her head.

Yoshiko shot up and grabbed them. She squeezed Miyu’s firm cones, loving the pleasure translating across the other futa’s face. She slid her fingers to the small, dark-brown nipples. She rolled them between her fingers.

Miyu’s pussy grew juicier.

“Yoshiko-chan,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, that’s so nice.”

“Uh-huh,” Chris said as she grasped Yoshiko’s girl-dick, stroking it.

Yoshiko groaned, her pussy clenching. She bucked, pinching Miyu’s nipples harder. The Japanese girl squirmed, thrusting her hips, slamming her cock faster and faster through Yoshiko’s pillowy breasts.

And then Chris did something even better.

She rammed her girl-dick into Yoshiko’s pussy.

“Yes,” Yoshiko moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as her pussy clenched down on Chris’s thrusting cock. Pleasure shivered through her body. Her girl-dick throbbed in Chris’s stroking hand. “Oh, Chris, yes, fuck me while Miyu paizuris my tits.”

“Not a verb,” moaned Miyu, her face contorting with pleasure. “Oh, yes, Yoshiko-chan. Your tits are heavenly. I love them.”

“Mmm, yes, keep fucking my tits and cum all over my face,” purred Yoshiko, her hips undulating, her pussy clenching down on Chris’s dick.

Mitsuko’s lusts hammered Yoshiko’s body as hard as Chris’s dick hammered her pussy. She trembled, bucking into the thrusts. Their flesh slapped together. Chris’s tits smacked and bounced, making such naughty noises.

Pleasure shivered through Yoshiko. Her dick ached. Chris stroked her so hard. She loved being a futanari. Especially when she had other futanari to play with. Her pussy clenched down on Chris’s thrusting dick, the friction building the pressure in the depths of her pussy faster and faster.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me, Chris! Oh, god, I’m going to cum.”

“Yes,” moaned Miyu. “Cum! Your tits ... So delicious, Yoshiko-chan. Amazing tits!”

Yoshiko squeezed both of Miyu’s firm mounds as the pleasure screamed through her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her pussy clenched, drinking in the pleasure of Chris’s thrusts. Her thighs locked about the thrusting blonde’s hips.

Chris’s hand stroked Yoshiko’s dick as fast as the blonde fucked her pussy. Her nipples ached, brushed by Miyu’s thumbs. Yoshiko stared at the tip of Miyu’s dick, precum making it so shiny. She shivered.

“Cum on my face, Miyu,” Yoshiko moaned. She had changed so much since becoming a futa. Before, the lesbian would never be excited to be covered in spunk.

But girl spunk ... That was something Yoshiko craved.

“Jizz all over my face while Chris cums in my pussy!”

“Yes,” Chris groaned. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

“Iku!” gasped Miyu, her face twisting. Her glasses slipped down her nose. The tip of her cock burst out of Yoshiko’s tits.

And erupted.

Yoshiko opened her mouth as the salty jizz bathed her. It landed on her tongue and splattered across her nose and cheeks. Hot, creamy, and thick. It ran across her face as blast after blast burst from Miyu’s dick. More splashed Yoshiko’s neck, giving her a pearl necklace. She felt so wonderfully dirty. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

Juices gushed out of Miyu’s pussy, too, coating Yoshiko’s skin. The hot fluids ran down her sides while Miyu thrashed in orgasmic delight. A tremble raced through the half-Japanese futanari. Her body quaked. Her pussy clenched down on Chris’s girl-dick.

Her futa-cock erupted.

Yoshiko gasped as her orgasm burst through her. Cum shot out of her dick and rained across her stomach. Her pussy spasmed about Chris’s hard cock, massaging it. Pleasure spiked through her body. She squirmed and gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, bucking so hard while cum kept erupting from the tip of her cock. “Oh, yes, fuck my cumming pussy, Chris!”

Yoshiko thrashed, cum covering her face and neck. The pleasure roared through her as Chris hammered her dick deeper and deeper into Yoshiko’s spasming depths. Every thrust churned new pleasure through her body, more cum spurting from her dick.

“You’re so hot,” groaned Chris, her hand stroking Yoshiko’s erupting dick. “Fuck!”

“Cum in me,” Yoshiko begged, the pleasure assaulted her mind.

“Yes,” Chris groaned, burying her cock into Yoshiko’s pussy. The first blast of cum erupted, splashing Yoshiko’s depths, propelling her orgasm higher.

And then Sayuri shouted out a single word: “Cumming!”

Everything flickered.

Chris groaned, swayed, her dick unloading into Yoshiko’s pussy as the world changed around her. She groaned, disoriented, struggling to understand where they were now as her cock spurted blast after blast of cum into Yoshiko’s pussy.

Mitsuko hugged Sayuri from behind, her hair loose and wet. The two girls on the edge of a dark, foreboding forest. Sayuri dressed like a shrine maiden in the red, wide pants that almost looked like skirts and the white, kimono-like top.