Haunted by the Futa Ghost
Chapter Twelve: Fucking the Futa Ghost
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

My joyful night had turned to ash. Hangetsu, the great Kami of change and transformation, took an entire cycle of the moon to remake me. So I wasn’t there at the shrine to dance the Kagura and bolster Kanshu-no-Kami in his endless battle to keep the dread yokai Yokubō-no-Tako imprisoned. It was my most important duty as the miko of the shrine.

My father was dead, and the yokai had escaped, possessing Daimyo Tōdō Hidenaga, the father of my love, my Ōjo-sama.

I had gained a cock, but the price was so high. Too high. I had just wanted to marry Mitsuko-hime so we could be happy together. But now… My father dead, and hers may well perish if I couldn’t exorcise the yokai from his soul.

The samurai escorting me said not a word as we marched to the Daimyo’s castle upon the hill. A bulwark of earth and wood surrounded the towering structure made of stone. I had stared at it all my life, but had never been inside. If my Ōjo-sama had not gone to the onsen to bathe, we never would have met. Never would have fallen in love.

The yokai never would have escaped.

I wanted to cry, to collapse in grief, but my duty was clear. I had to make restitutions for my actions. Mere apology was not enough to wipe away the stain of this dishonor. It required so much more than mere words.

“I hope you can do this, girl,” grunted the Samurai as we passed the outer bulwarks and climbed up the hill to the castle. “My Lord is possessed by the yokai.”

I gripped the wand in my hand. A gohei with a two shide, chains of paper diamonds, dangling from the tip. It was an implement of exorcism. My father had tried to use it to stop the monster, but it killed him.

“I will cleanse the Daimyo.”

The guards at the entrances carried long pointed yari, the spears’ long blades of steel glinting in the torchlight. They bowed to the samurai as we strolled into the castle, boots thudding on the floor. He led me deeper and deeper. We turned down a corridor. There, courtiers and their wives knelt along the hallway, fear on their faces.

“Through the door,” the Samurai grunted.

A rice paper door lay at the end of the hallway. Shadows moved through it. I walked down the hallway, trembling. I could feel the yokai in there, see its tentacles move around the Daimyo’s outline. A woman moaned, deep and sexual.

I shivered. This was all my fault.

Emotions overcame me. Tears fell down my cheeks as I passed by the courtiers and their fearful faces. I struggled to master myself. I couldn’t fall apart. I had to exorcise the yokai and protect Mitsuko-hime’s father. I couldn’t fail her like I had mine.

“Pussy,” the Daimyo groaned. “Bring me more pussy!”

And then my Ōjo-sama appeared out of a side room. She fell to her knees before me, her face painted white, lips bright red. Her silky, black hair was gathered in an intricate bun and held in place by her favorite comb, the alabaster one her father had given her.

“You have to save my father, Sayuri-chan,” she gasped. “Please!”

“I will,” I said, kneeling before her. “I’m sorry I took too long to return. This is—”

“You’re here,” she gasped. “That’s all that matters. I had hoped your father would come, too… I saw the fire. I feared… Is he…?”

I nodded my head.

“I am so sorry, Sayuri-chan.”

“No, I am the one who must apologize.” I bowed myself before her, pressing my face to the stones, my tears forming small puddles. “For taking so long.”

“Where have you been? An entire moon cycle has past. Searchers went into the cursed woods looking for you.”

“My Lady, your father suffers,” the samurai said. “You can…reminisce with the miko later.”

“Pussy! Cunt! Twat!” bellowed the Daimyo. “Need more! One isn’t enough! Pussy!”

I lifted my head and whispered, “I did it. But… the kami held me for a month, and… I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I wasn’t present to dance the Kagura. That’s how the yokai became free.”

“But you can help my father?” Desperation shone in Mitsuko-hime’s dark eyes. “Please, Sayuri-chan, you can help him.”

“I can help him,” I said. My dishonor would be corrected and atoned tonight. I rose, standing straight and tall, the bells dangling from my haori tinkling. “Do not enter until it is over.”

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500 years later…

“No,” Chris shouted, banging on the wall where the tentacle monster had vanished, dragging Ms. Lindon, Kat, and Lori to another dimension—Yomi. “Please, please, don’t be closed.”

Yoshiko’s heart beat in fear as she stared at the desperate Chris. The blonde, gender-swapped futa fell to her knees before the walls, large breasts bouncing, and cried. Cum leaked out of her body, dripping down her thighs.

Yoshiko’s cum.

Only moments before, the pair had been caught up in the lust churned by the demon’s slime. Consumed by the lust, they hadn’t cared that the monster had carried off Lori, Chris’s girlfriend and Yoshiko’s best friend.

She saved me and then the monster took her while I just fucked Chris. Yoshiko hugged herself, her large breasts pillowing against her arms. Cum leaked out of her, too. A mix of Chris’s and Kat’s. Before Chris and Lori arrived, Yoshiko had fucked her bully, Kat, turning the girl into a futa, too. Then Ms. Lindon, their English teacher, had caught them just in time for the monster to seize her.

It all became a blur of sex after that, her body poisoned by the monster’s lust. She hadn’t even cared what happened to her let alone around her. She had even been seized by the monster, its tentacle-pussy sucking on her girl-dick while its tentacle-cock fucked her snatch.

“What is going on, Sayuri-chan?” Yoshiko asked, her legs buckling. Chris’s cries echoed down the hall of their school, Redwood Academy. It was after classes, the place deserted. “What was that thing?”

…A yokai called Yokubō-no-Tako. A dangerous monster kept imprisoned at my father’s shrine…

“What’s it doing here? Was it trapped in the tree with you and Princess Mitsuko?”

The futa-ghost touched Yoshiko’s shoulder, the spirit of Sayuri unseen. Then the ghost hugged her, the tingling presence comforting Yoshiko. She tried to hug the ghost back, but her arms past through Sayuri’s body.

…I don’t know how Mitsuko-hime nor my soul ended up in your land. Everything is a haze before I sucked your cock and you sucked mine. Then it all became clearer. I was just…an impulse until then. An idea. I wanted to find Mitsuko-hime, I think…

“And turned me into futanari in the process,” Yoshiko sighed. She glanced at the main doors. Beyond lay the Japanese Pine Tree that graced their school’s ground. Once a magnificent specimen, reddish branches spread wide, pine needles a vibrant green. But a storm had raged last night and lightning had struck it, freeing the ghosts and the monster.

“How did it escape your shrine?” Yoshiko asked. “You said it was imprisoned.”

…I know not. My last memories of my life is the day my Ōjo-sama took my virginity…

“That is not the last memory you have.” Yoshiko turned around in the ghost’s embrace, trying to find Sayuri’s eyes. She had no idea if she looked in the right direction, but she felt Sayuri’s smaller tits against her large breasts. “I saw past it when I entered your soul. You were fixated on that day, so happy, but I saw things that happened after the day you lost your virginity. Memories from when you were a futanari. I saw the fire.”

…NO!…

Yoshiko flinched from Sayuri’s outburst. It rattled through her mind. She thought her ears would bleed.

…I am so sorry… gasped Sayuri. …It’s just that word make me shiver… …I don’t want to remember…

“But you might need to. I saw it, Sayuri-chan. The shrine was burning. And your father…” Yoshiko swallowed. “He was dead. And then you were walking through a castle surrounded by retainers. I saw shadows moving, like tentacles.”

Sayuri-chan trembled in my arm.

“And then, you were running through these dark woods, chasing Mitsuko-hime and…” Yoshiko shivered. “You were so scared, so frantic.”

…No, no. My last memory was happy. We must have died shortly after…

“That really doesn’t fucking matter,” screeched Chris. She whirled around. “Lori is in there with the monster. Miyu told me the thing will fuck girls to death. Lori! So I need help right now. It doesn’t matter how the thing got freed.”

“But…” Yoshiko swallowed. “Maybe it does. How did that thing get trapped into the tree, Sayuri-chan?”

…Someone could have bound it in there, but there had to be something…holding it in. There had to be more than just the tree holding it in there. The tree is a natural object. Unless you saw it ringed with ofuda and a miko constantly dancing around it. The shrine in my village required two Kagura to be danced a year and it was blessed and contained a sacred statue…

“Maybe that was you and Mitsuko,” Yoshiko said. “Maybe that’s why you were in it. And when the town in Japan gave our school the cutting fro the tree, it happened to hold you three. And then when the lightning hit it, the thing was set free.”

“Along with a pissed off Mitsuko,” grunted Chris. “But that still doesn’t help us get Lori back. Please, Sayuri. How do we cross over to Yomi to save her.”

…The yokai fled to the World of Darkness?… Sayuri-chan shivered worse against Yoshiko. …That is very bad. I do not know how to enter that place. It is the world of the dead. It is almost as bad as Jigoku…

“So you can’t get me to her?” Chris deflated, slumping against the wall. “Then she’s gone. We can’t rescue her. That thing will just fuck her to death.”

…I am so very sorry, Chris-chan…

“Fuck your apology.” Tears fell from her blue eyes.