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Episode 36: WolfGang
Horror Sex Story: Episode 36: WolfGang - Everyone loves a good, haunted house story. Striving for a new life of independence after two tours in the Army, Erin Parrish made her move. She bought her first ever home in the wilds of Virginia. One with a monstrous history but being fearless she was all in. Ghosts were only the tip of the Ouija board. Some friendly, some not so much. Her new roommates had met their match. Being a nympho in a house full of ghosts only made it more interesting. Bring it on Boys! BOOyah!
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Horror Paranormal Genie Ghost Magic Vampires Were animal Zombies Demons Dolls BDSM Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Voyeurism Illustrated
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Unable to sleep like a normal world traveler after her trip through time to Arias Island in the Black Sea, Erin Parrish was up at the crack of dawn. She left home while her best friend Kyra Whimsey was out like a light. Sharing the same bed currently after a lengthy talk Kyra at least faded away. Erin however decided on what was best for her.
Getting dressed in running clothes consisting of a sports bra and tight spandex style white shorts she tied her hair into a ponytail and left Souillon House to greet the sunrise. In a crazy train of rubber gloves in flight four of her ghostly roommates actually jogged with her and her dog Scooby Boo to the front gates before finding it necessary to leave her on her own. The sigils put into place around the property locked in by the original owner Genevieve Souillon kept her children pinned down. Those sigils were near perfection, yet the ghost Curtis managed to escape only once by being sucked through a television screen. He was forced back, however. He was honestly happy to be back home.
In the case of Scooby Boo, the ghost of Erin’s father Ben possessed the dog as a host body to keep in contact with his baby girl. Also, having not been buried on the estate like the boys he had more freedom to go beyond the boundary.
Erin with the assistance of her magical stone Gemma aka an angel inhabiting the pebble, it allowed her to communicate vocally with her dad. Add in the sigils hiding on Erin’s body like invisible tattoos she could actually see the ghosts around her in blue images. She presumed their blue hue had to do with her stone being blue as much as the skin color of the Seraphim angels she met on the island. Beyond that she was still guessing much.
“No traffic out this early it’s really peaceful.” Erin looked down at her faithful pup, more faithful father. “You do know you would be huffing and puffing before you crossed the gate in real life.”
“Perks of being dead I suppose.” Ben mentally vocalized his part in the conversation. “This is the first time that you and I have ever gone running together. Well, unless you count the hospital chaos with that Baphomet. I did a whole lot of running that day. I wore this pooch out.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Without you inside of Boo he’s hyper as all get out. He needs to take long naps.”
“Right! So, you saved the world.”
“I wasn’t alone in that bit of heroism. Kyra filled me in on what went down at the cemetery. Teamwork through time.”
“We just got lucky, didn’t we.”
“Pretty much! I had help from Gemma.” She looked down at her tummy to see her bikini area lighting up in blue light which pierced her white shorts.
“Do I even want to know how that rock got fused to your ... unmentionable.”
“It may sound crazy, but I like her there. Now I won’t lose her. We are physically bonded from this day forward. The only drawback is it really effects my hormones. I’m horny 24/7! Just running with my spandex rubbing against Gemma has me craving...”
“TMI! TMI! I don’t need to hear that.”
“Hey! If a daughter can’t talk to her dad what good are you.” She chuckled! “You know I’m teasing. Since you and I have reunited things have been so nice. Minus the demonic bullshit and the ghosts and voodoo crap. Hopefully my life settles down more once I start my new job as a cop in Belltower.”
“I like the idea of being a canine cop and getting to go to work with you.”
“Absolutely!”
“Somehow I doubt our lives ... well, your life, I just hang in the balance through Scoob here, will ever be normal again. You live in a house full of horny ghosts. You have a tribe of relocated African ghosts in the forest behind the house and a crazy bitch playing a piano at all hours.”
“Genevieve seems more relaxed now that Lilith is out of our hair. I think I can get through to her here soon.”
“I just wish your mother wasn’t in such a hurry to pay a visit. As much as I can’t wait to see her it scares me.”
“Scares you? Try keeping the boys from tipping their existence. You just know they won’t listen to me and will want to interact with the grandkids. I’m hoping Genevieve will chill on her concertos while mom and Cassie are here. Tomorrow will tell the tale.”
“Bad timing all around. Let’s just be glad they weren’t here during Lilith’s stunt.”
“That’s what kept me awake all night. Part of me thinks I should let mom and the family in on things just so it’s not such a drastic shock. I’m terrified mom will never want to come back. I can only imagine Cassandra will be stressed with her being pregnant.”
“All we can do is try and keep things as quiet as possible. As long as nothing hurts my future granddaughter.”
“Yeah, that will happen. The quiet part I mean. Have you given any thought on just telling mom you are still hanging around?”
“How would I do that? I can talk to you thanks to your stone girlfriend down there. Your mother will only hear Boo barking. She hates dogs, you know that.”
“I’ll work on it. There is one way to prove things to mom if we can pull her aside. When I lick my arm tattoo the ghosts become real. If it is only you, me, and mom I could do that and be your voice. That or you can possess Kyra and talk through her.”
“Nervous breakdown! Your mother already despises that you live out here in Spook Town. She has no clue how right she is. Your brother got off lucky when he helped you move in.”
“That was tricky. I have the boys under control better now. At least they didn’t gang rape me in front of Jonah. That would have been bad. I mean, they did get frisky but thankfully they didn’t get too aggressive.”
“Now that they know you better, things might relax. I’ll have a chat with them later when you go to Brimley’s funeral.”
“Everything feels so rushed. That’s why I can’t sleep. I know her body needs to be put to rest but it feels odd with her still around like you are.”
“Corpse is decaying kid. Jana probably feels just as miserable.”
“At least she has Ingrid Flynn to keep her company now.”
“Werewolves those Flynn kids. Crazy, isn’t it.”
“So is you inhabiting my Great Dane.”
“True! So, are you and this Ian going to give me a grand puppy?”
“You did not even go there.” Erin stopped cold kicking gravel along the main road in the process. “I am NOT giving birth to a werewolf.”
“You have any say in that as long as you two have sex? He better cover up his pup tent.”
“I’ll discuss that with him. It makes me wonder something. With Gemma bonding with me I might not even be able to have kids. I think angels need to be created by God. Do they even have parents?”
“Good question! Consult Gemma.”
“We don’t really talk; it’s more sensation than anything. I’m not sure angels can even speak. If they do, it is probably in a language I wouldn’t be able to decipher. Time will tell, I guess. Yeah, condoms from here on out.”
“I can offer you one bit of revelation. Ectojizz can’t knock you up. So, sex with the boys is safe. From what I sense it’s more mental imagery made reality on our part as ghosts. Meaning we create that stuff but its harmless.”
“Well, now that, at least is good news. Let’s just hope the same can be said of Kyra after Boo was inside her.”
“Anal only! Now yeah, his shot might have been howled around the world.”
“That’s horrible, funny though. We won’t laugh about that around Kyra.”
“Nope! caNINE LIVES!”
“Stop!” She couldn’t keep from laughing. “I ... hear motorcycles.” Her attention shifted to the hill ahead. “Let’s keep moving.”
“Are you getting bad vibes like I am?”
“I’m not sure. I guess I just get goosebumps like a warning sign. It could just be my hormones reacting to the vibration of a Harley. Even if I’m not straddling one. I know! I know! TMI! That rumor is true though. I really should buy myself a Harley one of these days.”
Resuming their run the roars grew louder until up over the horizon rode two bikers. The traditional bad boy looks in dress they could have been Hell’s Angels for all Erin knew. Big burley bearded and tattooed leather boys seemed scary by itself. Ignoring her at first, they drove by then slowed up to a stop in the road. Talking between them the bikers turned around and headed in her direction.
“Great! More trouble!”
“I’ll spook them.”
“Hang on until we have no choice. This could be nothing.” Sure!
Arriving with no other traffic to prevent hold up, the bikers halted on the roadside and awaited her to join them. Oddly, the two bruisers appeared to be sniffing the air. As she ran up, they lifted a hand to wave her down. Ben as Boo started snarling until both men growled back at him at the same time.
“Can I help you, Boys?”
“We smell him on you.”
“Him? My dog?”
“Flynn!”
“Oh, hell!” She thought, but aimed to throw them off through a perplexed expression. “Who is Flynn?”
“You can’t hide his stink. You’ve fucked our boy, that links you to us.”
“Links me to who?” She looked at their vest patch saying WolfGang on the back. “I’m afraid you must be mistaken.”
“You cannot lie to us.”
“No but don’t for a second think that I’m defenseless either.”
“Nor are we. Tell us where the Flynn’s are.”
“You’re the one smelling him. Go Fetch!”
“Do not mock us woman. We eat girls like you for lunch.”
“I’m sure you do. Alright! I’ll bite before you do. Boo! You’re up!” Up on his hind legs Ben Parrish performed his boxing stunt in hopes to at least offer a bit of worry. That only made the bikers dismount and tower over he and Erin. Growling at Ben he worried for his host body. While his ghost would live on, so to speak, poor Scooby would be torn apart if his suspicions were true. “Stand down Dad.” Whimpering Boo moved behind Erin.
“Barnabas will want to meet this one.”
“Who might Barney be?”
“Our pack leader. He sent Chaney and I ahead to scout the area for the Flynn’s. Your knowledge can narrow their whereabouts down.”
“Grunt, I see!” His sewn-on nametag! “Well, Grunt! I won’t be of any help to you fellas.” Gemma between her legs lit up her vagina before the men. Taking notice Chaney chuckled!
“Wearing one of those flashing butt plugs?”
“Does that look like my asshole?” She sneered back without fear. “Let’s try another approach to this, shall we.” Lifting her forearm, she licked her sigil tattoo then hoped for the best. What they noticed first was Ben on all fours glowing blue in his human form as seen through Scooby Boo. As Erin gripped Boo’s collar Ben stood tall and pointed at the bikers. What occurred then was Grunt reaching over and passing his hand right through Ben’s form. Ethereal, Grunt smirked.
“Not much help if he isn’t real.”
“Oh, he’s very much real. Every watch that old movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers?” Instinctively, Ben walked out of Boo and merged with Grunt. The biker immediately unholstered a gun at his hip and pointed it at Chaney.
“What is this?”
“Let’s just say your buddy sides with me on this. I’m going to ask you nicely to get on those beautiful bikes of yours and head back where you came from.”
“You a witch? That Dane your familiar?”
“I’ve been called a witch in my time, but no, I’m not any true witch. I do know a vast coven though that would back me and the Flynn’s up should I need them.”
“That’s how the Flynn’s hid from us.” Chaney grumbled! “You do know that bullets have no effect on werewolves.”
“Silver?”
“As if we would fire silver bullets.”
“I’ll take that as a hint to invest in silver coins to melt down someday soon.”
“You talk tough, but you have no idea the hell Barnabas can rain down on you. No witchcraft can stop us.”
“Let’s test that theory.” Erin smirked and pointed at a Belltower patrol car coming into view from over the hill. She hoped it might be someone familiar. Familiar even! Oh, yes! Pulling up on the opposite side of the street Officer Dreyfus Bodine shut his car off and stepped out.
“We have a problem him, Erin?”
“Nothing my badge can’t handle. When I get sworn in that is. You see gents, I’m a Belltower police officer myself. Hired, just not carrying the shield. I do however happen to have a few shields up my sleeve. Well... “ She licked her arm again. To even her surprise she found backup in the most insane way. Surrounding them were Native American boys in blue. Namely the ghosts of some Indian tribe watching and posing with ghostly bows and arrows.
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“Interesting!” She told herself before raising her voice. “Say hello to my new friends.” At least she hoped they were. Now she truly did need Sheriff Fiona Waddle to introduce her to the local tribes.
Peering around him Chaney noticed Dreyfus undressing and placing his clothing into his car. A second glance at Grunt he could tell his brother was resisting Ben. Finally, Ben’s ghost was spit out of Grunt and the biker pointed his gun at Erin.
“No more of that shit or I’ll unload my clip into you.” Chaney now pulled out his own Glock and pointed it at Dreyfus. “It didn’t have to come to this. Just tell us where to find the Flynn’s.”
“Pulling a gun on law enforcement doesn’t look good. Does it, Dreyfus?”
“Not at all. Don’t mind me being perverted. Erin excites me.” Dreyfus chuckled over his huge cock growing mighty. In his thoughts Dreyfus apologized to Abigail Bloom for saying that. He heard giggling in his head then her voice saying she wasn’t jealous and to have fun.
“Let’s settle this without wasting any bullets.” Erin pointed at Dreyfus. “Fair warning! Shooting at him will only piss him off. Like you mutts he isn’t effected by bullets either.”
“I smell bovine.” Grunt winced at Chaney. “Never noticed any cattle around.”
“The age-old question ... Where’s the Beef!” Erin sighed! Right behind you Boys!
“Your arrowhead scouts can’t hurt us either.”
“Are you positive? You saw how my ... ally, entered Grunt there. It would be easy enough to just abuse the both of you.”
“To what end?”
“Could pit the two of you against each other and watch you brawl. Tooth and nail! Yes, I know the Flynn’s. We have our own arrangement.” Floral once she started at Ian’s Florist. “He is under my protection, me theirs. I’d advise not starting any war.”
“War will come. The Flynn’s broke our pack mandates and ran. Barnabas does not like disloyalty.”
“You tell Barney he’s going to have to get over it. Look around, there’s a buddy system that can inhabit as many of you mutts as cares to try raiding the hen house. Imagine them snorting silver powder through your own noses like cocaine. Hell of a head rush I’m thinking.”
The biker’s looked at one another as if reading each other’s minds. In a sudden cornered moment, they squeezed their triggers and fired upon Erin. Reacting with shock she instinctively put her hands out in front of her. Scooby Boo ran for the hills before getting wounded. Whew! Run Boy, Run!
As bullets lashed out a massive sigil grew from Gemma attached to Erin’s clitoris. Even through her spandex it expanded into a bulletproof shield. It stunned even her. With Erin in jeopardy Dreyfus snarled and began his transformation into a Minotaur. A roar behind them the wolf brothers snapped glances over their shoulders and bulged their eyes. Minoa was in the house!
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“JESUS!” Chaney snapped and began his own transformation into full-on werewolf, yet his clothing remained, their design forming to the shape changing of his bone structure. Erin cursed but found herself thanking Gemma for her timely rescue. Beside her Ben looked his daughter over for blood. Seeing none he felt relief.
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“Dad? Try and communicate with the Indians. Let them know we are the good guys.”
“On it!”
He ran off leaving Erin to face Grunt who chose to let Chaney deal with the bull. A werewolf battling a Minotaur might have been a first. One that could change at will without a full moon was even worse.
“What are you woman if not a witch.”
“Let’s just say I have angels on my side. You would not believe me if I told you what I just did the last two days. Let me ask you this. You smelled both Ian and Dreyfus there. Did you happen to smell goats and sheep? How about the aroma of saltwater? Brimstone? Reptiles?”
“Now that you mention it. All of those.”
“This can stop now. Your boy Chaney just got gored by a horn. He might not die but he sure is howling in agony.” A glance back at Chaney, Grunt discovered Minoa raging about with Chaney impaled over his head. Agony was in the air.
“We heal fast.”