Horror Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Purses Full Of Curses ❯ Don't Go Holding The Grudge ( Chapter 2 )

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Well, here we are, I finally got around to writing the next installment of this. This is more of my tip of the hat to all those cool Japanese horror films that keep getting remade in America. Since I did Hideo Nakata�s [u]Ringu[/u] last time, this one is a riff on Takashi Shimizu�s [u]The Grudge[/u] series of films, of which I am also quite fond. I�ve seen the two Japanese video movies, and the two Japanese theatrical films, as well as Shimizu�s American remakes, and just as I started work on this, the disappointing but still kinda fun [u]The Grudge 3[/u] hit DVD. I�ve always thought it might be a fun bit of fan fiction to have Ring Vs. The Grudge, with Sadako and Kayako battling it out, so I sort of did that here. Since I couldn�t riff the Toshio character without turning this into shotacon, I combined his traits with Kayako�s into my Kimiko character, the resulting character being some kind of ungodly mix of Kayako and Cat Girl Nuku Nuku!

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PURSES FULL OF CURSES:
Don’t Go Holding The Grudge

By Hardcover

It is said in that when someone dies in the grip of a powerful rage . . . a curse is born. The curse gathers in that place of death. Those who encounter it will be consumed by its fury, and a new curse is born. These rage filled spirits are known as a Ju-On, a word which doesn’t really have a good English translation, I’m afraid, but I sometimes hear it referred to simply as a “Grudge”. As with many of the tales and superstitions told throughout , some people believe in it, and some people don’t. I would love to comfortably disbelieve these tales, but unfortunately I know better: The Ju-On are very real. I know this now for a fact.

And how, you might ask, do I know this? Well, same reason as before: I’m a grade A fucking idiot and I went into one of these cursed places.

But let me once again start from the beginning. My name is Kaeda “ Rosie” Yakamora, I’m nineteen years old and pretty good looking if I do say so myself. But you already knew all that. This all started some three months after I watched the cursed video tape. As you know, in one bizarre night of haunting, sex, and transformation, I wound up with Shiori Yamazaki, the long haired vengeful futanari spirit of the tape living with me and my mother and my lazy brother permanently. There was nothing really I could do about it, the amulet that my grandmother, the famous exorcist Hitomi Yakamora, gave me broke the curse, but left Shiori bonded to me instead of the tape, and the amulet permanently bonded to my body under my skin.

The incident had also had the bizarre effect of turning me into a futanari, that is to say, a girl with a fully functional penis as well as a vagina, which was . . . a big adjustment to say the least. Inconvenient erections popping up in public when I saw someone I was attracted to (and with two sex organs, that could be anyone, I’d become a card carrying bisexual) had made me a lot more sympathetic to guys. Hell, just walking was uncomfortable at first. Unfortunately, during a television interview with Mr. Nakamura (the jackass who’s whole fault this whole mess was), Shiori gleefully blabbed our secret out on live TV, and now, everyone knew I had a dick. Oh well, at least I could now wear a bikini without having to explain the bulge to everyone.

Another effect of having two sex organs is that it puts you sex drive into over drive (or should that be over sex drive?). I don’t really like to admit this, but having both is actually, sexually, a lot of fun. Especially being able to cum with both separately. So after the change, well, Shiori and I did spend a lot of time going at it with each other.

Reporters began dodging my every move, pestering me for interviews and the like, as well as zeroing in on Shiori. Since the nature of the curse had involved those peculiar visions of a ring, the curse had become known as “The Ring Curse”, and Shiori quickly became known as “The Ring Girl”. People either loved her or hated her, and for a while, being Shiori was basically like being the Octomom. Little attention whore that she was, Shiori ate it all up. She even got an offer to pose for a men’s magazine.

Since the incident, I had managed to find some part time work. Unfortunately, it was as a grocery store clerk, so no only did my job suck, but I wasn’t getting a lot of money. Granting interviews and doing some talk shows had provided me with extra funds, but I needed steady work. I had begun encouraging Shiori to find a job and pull her own weight, but it was hard to find employment when you were pale as a corpse and had long creepy black hair over your face. Well, she could always take the porno magazine job.

So, I was coming home from work that day, and opened the door to my house, a nice big two story structure with plenty of room, still dressed in my grocery clerk uniform. Mom was in the living room watching TV, and Kenji my brother didn’t seem to be around, as usual. I was surprised not to see Shiori: Since she had spent so much time bonded to the video and coming out of TVs, she had turned into a serious couch potato and it was rare to see the TV on without our resident dead girl glued to it.

“Hi, I’m home.” I said as I entered.

Mom looked up and smiled, “Welcome home, Rosie. Shiori’s upstairs waiting for you; she has something she wants to tell you.”

Now, lemme tell you a little about Mom: She may well be the nicest woman in the world. She’s always friendly, and always looking for the best in everybody. So, it was not totally unexpected that she accepted Shiori into the house hold without question, and with a warm hung and a smile. I’m hoping she never catches a robber in the house, ‘cause she’ll probably offer him something to eat instead of calling the cops. Kenji, on the other hand, avoids Shiori at all costs. I mean, seriously, he’s really scared of her, which is actually sort of entertaining. Hey, I’m his sister; I’m supposed to be mean to him.

Mom’s so accommodating that she accepted the bizarre situation of suddenly having her only daughter turn into a futa with nary a complaint. She even had put a bumper sticker on her car that read ‘I love my futanari daughter’. I really wish she’d take that off.

“Does involve her finding a job?” I asked hopefully.

“I don’t know, but she said it’s the answer to all our problems, or words to that effect.” Mom shrugged, “She’s up in your room.”

Curious, if not a little apprehensive, I climbed the stairs and went up to my bedroom. When I opened the door, I found Shiori, dressed in her usual long flowing white dress, sitting at my computer. Her skin was a pale grey color and her long waist length black hair was over her face, obscuring her features as usual. She moved the mouse around with her grey finger nail less hand.

I gritted my teeth, “Damnit, Shiori, quit using my computer without asking.”

Sometimes, Shiori was like having a bratty little sister. Irritating, since I already had a bratty older brother.

Shiori glanced at me, one eye showing through the strands of her hair, and spoke in her soft hissing voice, “Welcome back, Rosie. I am sorry, but I do not have one of my own, and I needed yours to set up the web site.”

“Well, if you got a job you could save up and buy one . . . Wait a minute, what web site?” I said, realizing.

I think she smiled at me, it’s kinda hard to tell through that hair, and she turned the monitor to face me. I leaned down and took a look, and thought I’d almost pass out.

The website was all done up and deep red and stark black, and loaded with various arcane symbols and lettering. The web address was www.kaedayakamoraexorcisms.jp and the site name was across the top in huge gothic letters: “Kaeda Yakamora Exorcisms” along with the slogan under the title “I’ll make your life Rosie again”. And right smack dap in the middle of it was a picture of me. In a bikini. The bulge from my unwelcome addition clearly evident. I blushed feeling the blood flow to my face as I stared at what my dead housemate had put on the World Wide Web for everyone to see. I looked at the rather exaggerated chest.

“Shiori, those aren’t my boobs, are they?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Uh . . . no.” She answered.

“Those are Anna Nicole Smith’s, aren’t they?”

“Yes, I thought they would look good on you.”

I sighed, looking down at my own chest. Now, lemme tell you, I’m no slouch in the breast department: For an Asian girl, I’ve got boobs to put Amy Yip to shame. They’re not gigantic, but they’re large and firm, and quite perky if I do say so myself and I’ve always been happy with them, especially since it always made my friends jealous. So, Shiori’s photoshoping some white girl’s tits on me, especially someone who was dead, was pretty much irritating, since I had a perfectly good pair already.

I bit my lip, “Shiori, what the hell is this about.”

“The answer to all our financial problems . . . and your calling.” Shiori answered firmly.

She tapped the screen at a blurb at the bottom the advertised me as “The granddaughter of world renowned exorcist Hitomi Yakamora.”

I read the rest of the text on the site: “Are you having trouble with curses, ghost, hauntings, poltergeists or demonic possession? Well help is just an email away! Hire Kaeda Yakamora Exorcisms and we’ll take care of you supernatural problems and make your life Rosie again.”

“What do you think?” Shiori asked, “Pretty cool, isn’t it?”

“What do I think?” I threw my hands up, “This is insane! Shiori, I don’t know the first thing about exorcisms. Breaking your curse was a complete accident. How in the world do you think we can go about doing this? Just the two of us?”

“Well . . . I thought Kenji could help out.” Shiori said.

“Kenji?” I replied, “Kenji can’t do shit. Kenji can’t even take care of himself.”

Shiori waved a finger at me, “Ah, you never give him enough credit, Rosie.”

“Shiori, no.” I said firmly, “There’s no way I’m doing this.”

“Awe, but the customers have already started coming in.” Shiori’s shoulders slumped.

“What.” I asked, surprised.

“Well, at first I just got emails from guys asking you to exorcise what was in their pants.” She began, giggling.

Yeah, that figured. If only I could exorcise what I had in my pants these days.

Shiori continued, “But then I started getting some serious job offers. You know, you are actually a bit of a celebrity: People believe in you, Rosie, and we can take advantage of that; you are the girl who broke the video tape curse.”

I had compelling evidence that I didn’t do a very good job of that sitting at my computer right now posting pictures of me online.

“So far, a few very lucrative job offers have come in. Especially interesting is this one.”

Shiori moved her nail less fingers on the keyboard and brought up an email. She looked up and me and began to explain.

“It is from a young American girl, who had been living and going to school in .” Shiori told me, “Apparently, her father has a job there, so she has been attending an international college in the area. Her name is Arielle Allison. She is eighteen. At any rate, it seems she went in with a couple of friends into a notorious haunted house, and now she is being pursued by a Ju-On.”

I got shivers just hearing the word, I knew from what my grandmother had told me that Ju-On were vicious and dangerous creatures. If they didn’t kill you, they transformed you. I’ve heard all sorts of tales of innocent girls who came across a curse like that and turned into complete out of control sluts. This entrepreneurial venture of Shiori’s was sounding worse by the minute.

“A Ju-On?” I exclaimed, “You’re nuts, Shiori, we can’t face down something like that. So they just went into a cursed house and came out with that?”

I saw a smile creep up from behind Shiori’s creepy hair, “Actually, it is the Everest of cursed houses.”

With a quick move of her pale fingers, Shiori punched a few keys and brought up a picture of a rather nondescript two story house. I gasped when I saw it, and jabbed my finger at the screen.

“That’s the Ishikawa house!” I exclaimed, “Have you completely lost your waterlogged and TV saturated mind, Shiori? I can’t go in there!”

The website she’d pulled up explained the history of the famously cursed house in detail, but I knew the history anyways: The house was once the home of a husband and wife Takeshi and Kimiko Ishikawa, who had seemed to be happily married for years. They never had children, so Kimiko doted on a cat they had adopted like it was her own child. They seemed to be, for the most part, the happiest of couples. Something had happened, however, and neighbors began to see a visible deterioration of their relationship, violent shouting arguments, drunken fights, and the like. Kimiko began to show signs that she was being abused by her husband, always wearing long sleeved clothes, crying when she thought no one was looking and so forth.

No one knew what the source of the distress in their marriage was, but rumor was that Kimiko had kept a strange journal, and in it repeatedly professed her love and sexual desire for another man. Another rumor of the spicy variety was that on their wedding night, Takeshi had discovered that Kimiko was a futanari like me and Shiori.

Whatever the case, it all came to a head one night in the late 70s: Takeshi flew into a violent drunken rage and beat Kimiko brutally. When she tried to crawl away from him and down the stairs, he grabbed her and violently strangled her to death. He wrapped her body up in a plastic sheet and then callously tossed it in the garbage. In one final fit of revenge, he also drowned Kimiko’s beloved cat in the bathtub before hanging himself in an upstairs bedroom.

For a long time afterwards, the neighbors swore they heard the sounds of Kimiko’s death late at night, a scratchy gurgling noise that flowed on the night wind, or the sorrowful sounds of a cat crying. Whispers began to spread that Kimiko had been seen in the windows at night, crawling on all fours like she had when she’d died. The house remained vacant and unsellable for years until a family finally bought it in the late 80s, a husband and wife, and their teenage son and daughter. They didn’t last two months. No one knows what happened for sure, but one day the daughter was found wandering the streets in a crazed state, her lower jaw having been torn out from her face, her tongue hanging down grotesquely. The rest of her family disappeared, and no trace of them was ever found. The daughter remains in a hospital this day, out of her mind and suffering from paranoia and a bizarre nymphomania that causes her to want to have sex with anyone she meets.

So the house stayed vacant once again, until an American family moved in: A young couple and the husband’s elderly mother. Only a few days after the mother was found dead in the living room and the young couple in the attic. In a bizarre twist, the police also located the missing lower jaw of the previous owner’s daughter. The old woman’s daughter, who also lived in disappeared without a trace immediately afterwards. With no other leads, the police officially labeled her a suspect. But she was never found.

And so, the house remained vacant to this day. Whispers continued that the house was cursed, and that Kimiko was no longer human: She was a Ju-On, a spirit born of rage.

Shiori broke my train of thought by placing her fingers right between my breasts, laying them on the small lump where my grandmother’s amulet was fused to my rib cage.

“You have got the most powerful weapon possible right there.” Shiori explained, “If it is powerful enough to release me from the video, it is powerful enough to dispel a Ju-On. Besides, I can take on one of those just fine. I’m not you average run of the mill dead girl, I’m a very serious spectral curse. ”

I frowned at her, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely . . . I think.” She said giving me an ‘ok’ sign with her fingers.

“And you want Kenji involved somehow? That’s asinine, whatever I didn’t screw up he’d be sure to.”

“Oh, Rosie, you underestimate him. And you are always too hard on him. He has a lot of good qualities.”

“Like what?”

“Well . . . he dresses really well.”

I rolled my eyes, “That’s reassuring.”

“And if you need more convincing, here is the offer she’s making.” Shiori pulled up the email again.

My mouth almost dropped open when I saw the amount on the screen. It was . . . well, lets just say there were a lot of zeros. Whatever Arielle’s dad did, he must do very well for himself. That, in fact, could solve a lot of my problems. I gritted my teeth, not believing I was actually considering this.

The door opened and Kenji walked in without knocking as usual. Kenji’s taller then me, and two years older at twenty one. He has thick black hair that he’d dyed with streaks of red. Sometimes he wore it spiked; making his head look like a sea urchin, but today it was down. He was all decked out in a punk rock outfit, and had his ears, nose, lip and tongue pierced. Under his clothes, I knew he sported a lot of tattoos.

“Hey, sis, I was wondering if I could borrow . . .” He started to say.

He stopped short when he spotted Shiori sitting at my desk. He froze in place and all the color went out of his skin. I think I actually saw him start to tremble. All he could do was look nervously at the dead girl in front of him.

Shiori turned and smile spread across her face under the hair. She reached up with one pale hand and pulled her dress down a little bit, exposing more of her ghostly cleavage. She leaned a little forward as she rose, making sure to give maximum exposure, one nipple “accidentally” falling out as she did.

“Hello, Kenji.” Shiori cooed seductively, “You are looking handsome today.”

Kenji backed away from her as she approached, but was stopped by the wall, “Uh . . . thanks.”

I had to giggle; ever since she’d first laid eyes on him (or eye, as the case may be, since you usually only saw one), Shiori had developed a massive crush on my lazy ass brother. Every chance she got, she threw it at him, complimenting him, coming on to him, even deliberately walking around naked when she knew he’d see her. She didn’t seem to be discouraged at all by the fact that he was out of his mind, pissing in his pants terrified of her. In a way I kind of felt sorry for her, and sort of sorry for him. But she sure was undeterred.

Shiori pressed close to him, running her hand over his chest, “You know, Kenji, I love this shirt on you.”

Wide eyed and terrified out of his mind, all Kenji could do was mumble something.

She ran her hands sensuously over his shoulders, her fingers moving like tentacles. Kenji cringed.

“H-hey, keep your creepy hands to yourself.” He sputtered.

“Oh, Kenji,” Shiori pouted, “You are so tense. You should let me give you a massage; I will relax you in no time.”

“No, please don’t.” Kenji begged.

Shiori pressed her body close to him. I think she had an erection by now, and feeling that against his leg made Kenji cringe even more.

“Come on, let us go to your room, I will make you feel very good.” Shiori insisted, tracing his lips with one of her fingers.

“No!”

“Awe, what is the matter? Are you afraid to be alone with me?”

“Yes! God, yes! Keep away! No thank you!” Kenji cried, twisting out from Shiori’s grip and running down the hall.

Undeterred, Shiori playfully ran off after him.

I glanced back at the number on the screen. I guess it wouldn’t hurt just to talk to this girl.

And so, I few days later, we set out for to meet with Arielle. We got off to a late start because Shiori simply couldn’t miss a repeat of Death Note. Like a lot of people in I don’t own a car so Shiori and I had to board a commuter bus that was headed that way. I was wearing jeans, a black tank top, and a white button up short sleeve shirt tied at the bottom. Shiori was dressed identical to the way she always dressed. We took some empty seats in the back and we were off.

Needless to say, the other passengers couldn’t help but stare at the infamous Ring Girl in the back of the bus. Seizing the moment, Shiori got up and announced that we were off to break the notorious Ishikawa curse, and then encouraged everyone to take pictures, which they did until I thought the flashes were going to blind me. At first, I grumbled, but eventually got up and joined Shiori in striking poses for the camera. Shiori looked like she was having the time of her life.

“See, this is great is it not?” Shiori told me excitedly, “We will be just like Mulder and Scully, you and I.”

We got off at our stop and headed up to the apartment in the email. Finding it quickly, we knocked on the door and waited. A few seconds later, a Caucasian woman in her forties answered the door. She was dressed nice and had her hair styled well, but there was something haggard in her appearance, as if she wasn’t as well as she appeared to be. She smiled weakly when she saw me, although it looked a little forced, and jumped when she saw Shiori.

I bowed politely, “Konnichi wa, Mrs. Allison, I’m Kaeda Yakamora, and this is Shiori, we’ve been invited by your daughter, Arielle. May we come in?”

She nodded with that forced smile again, “Yes, of course, Arielle said you would be by.”

Once we were inside, I could feel a silent oppressiveness to the apartment. It was a well sized, spacious place, but the mood in the place was downright unnerving. The mother let us in and then said notion. The father sat in a large recliner, reading the morning paper. There was a long, uncomfortable silence during which the mother went into the kitchen and lit up a cigarette, sucking in the smoke nervously. I had expected one of them to call their daughter, but neither one made a move to, they simply said nothing and glanced at each other nervously.

“Uh . . . is Arielle here?” I asked after a moment.

There was along pause, and then the father, who hadn’t even greeted Shiori or me, finally spoke.

“She’s in her room.” She said quietly, without looking at us.

Again, there was that long silence as the couple glanced at each other with uncertainty. I looked at both of them and then raised an eyebrow at Shiori, whose face was as usual, unreadable behind her long black hair.

“May we speak with her?” I asked after a minute.

The mother exhaled a long cloud of smoke, “You can try.”

There was another long silence, neither one of them offered to show us to her room. They just stayed there, looking lost and alone.

“Which room is it?” I finally asked.

Keeping his eyes on the paper, the father said, “End of the hall on your left.”

I nodded and bowed again politely and be began to move towards the hall. The mother stepped forward, as if she was about to say something, but then faltered, simply staying there with her mouth open. I looked at her expectantly, urging her to speak with my eyes.

“Thank god you’ve come.” She whispered and turned away from us after a hard look from her husband. She wandered back into the kitchen, keeping her back to us.

As we turned down the hall, I heard her start to sob despondently. We came to the door, and I didn’t see any light coming from under it, it seemed to be completely dark on the other side. I tentatively knocked on the door. I heard a frightened gasp on the other side, and then nothing.

“Arielle?” I called, “It’s Kaeda Yakamora. You emailed us and asked us to come by? You wanted to hire us? Arielle, are you there?”

Still nothing, not a sound. I glanced over at Shiori who shrugged at me. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The room inside was barely lit, only a dull glow from a desk lamp to provide any light. The room was a mess, items of clothes strewn about, and the bed was crumpled and disheveled. Weirder still, the window on the side was completely covered with thick newspapers, taped over it in layers and covering all the glass. The room appeared to be empty. There were empty cans of energy drinks all over the room, and six bottles of No-Doz on the desk top. I also spied a huge jar of instant coffee and a large table spoon next to it. She had been spooning the instant into her mouth, I realized.

I stepped in and then realized I was mistaken. There was a figure curled up in a fetal position between the bed and the desk, shivering and mumbling terribly. Even in the dark I could tell it was a woman from the curve of the hips. She wore old faded blue jeans and a thick grey hoodie sweater with the hood pulled all the way up. Her back was too us and her face seemed to be buried in her hands.

My skin was crawling, this girl seemed to be totally nuts.

“Arielle?” I asked, “Hi, I’m Rosie. Remember, you emailed me and asked me to come here today?”

The girl turned her head and acknowledged me for the first time, looking at me from over her shoulder. She looked horrible, I almost gasped when I saw her. Her skin was pallid and pale; her eyes were red and bloodshot and sunk deep in her head. She obviously had not slept in a very long time. She looked at me blankly; as if she couldn’t remember arranging the meeting, although it had only been a few days ago.

Her eyes trailed over me, looking me over fearfully, and then they drifted over to Shiori. As soon as she saw her, Arielle started to scream. I quickly jumped over to her and clapped a hand over her mouth, not wanting her parents to think we were back here torturing their daughter.

“No, no no!” I admonished her, “It’s alright, she’s with me. Her name’s Shiori, and she’s with me.”

I took my hand away from her mouth and she stuttered, “Shiori . . . then . . . she’s The Ring Girl?”

I nodded, Shiori said, “In the flesh.”

Arielle looked down, “I . . . I thought it was . . . her.”

She said nothing for a second, her chest rising and falling, her breathing slowing down, and then she looked up at me with those sunken in eyes filled with hopelessness and despair.

She whispered, “I just want her to leave me alone.”

I said nothing as she dropped her eyes to the floor again. Shiori looked around her and at the room, fixing on the newspapers taped over the window.

“Is there a paper drive?” Shiori asked, reaching over to the tape on the side.

The change in Arielle was instantaneous and fierce: She screamed and shoved me aside. I fell hard on my butt as Arielle leaped at Shiori in a panicked fury and pulled her away from the window.

“No! Don’t touch that!” She howled, pulling Shiori back, “She’ll get in! Don’t touch it!”

“All right, all right.” Shiori untangled herself from Arielle, surprised at her extreme reaction.

I stood up, and gently took Arielle by the shoulders, sitting her down on the bed. I took her hand and sat down next to her, using the method my Mom usually used when something was bothering me. I talked in what I hoped was a low soothing voice.

Arielle stared at me with wide frightened eyes, and then finally began to talk. It all came flooding out of her, like a dam breaking, and she cried and sobbed as she told her story: She had apparently been trying to make friends with two of the more popular girls at her school, One Tracy McFadden, a blonde American girl, and Mizumi Odo, a Japanese girl and Tracy’s best friend. In an effort to impress the two other girls, Arielle had gone into the Ishikawa house with them on a dare.

Inside the house, Traci and Mizumi had shoved Arielle into a closet and held her in there as a mean joke while she panicked and screamed. They’d held her in there for a little while, but when they tried to open it to let her out, the door would budge.

“And that’s when I saw it.” Arielle told us, “Long hair, coming down at me out of the top of the closet: There was this door up there, going into the attic, and all this hair began to creep out of it. Horrible long black hair.”

“What’s wrong with long black hair?” Shiori interrupted in a huf.

“Shiori, that’s not helping.” I shushed her, “Go on, Arielle.”

“It came down, all like snakes, flowing down the wall, and then I saw her face: Oh, god, that face! Pale and blue, with wide unblinking eyes. I’ll never forget that face, never. I threw open the door and ran, Tracy and Mizuki had already run, and I just ran out the door screaming and never looked back.

“But she followed me, oh god, she followed me. I’ve seen her, peering out from under chairs, in mirrors. I still hear that horrible croaking noise. And now, Tracy and Mizuki had completely disappeared. She wants me too, I’m next, don’t you see? No one who goes into that house stays alive. She came for y, she came for Mizuki, and now she’ll come for me.

“I don’t know what she’ll do to me. Maybe I’ll be found dead, maybe I’ll just disappear. She might rape me; I’ve heard some Ju-Ons do that. What if . . . what if she makes me like her, you know . . .”

She lowered her voice, “A futanari.”

She buried her face in her hands, “Oh, god, that would be horrible.”

Shiori got in a huf again, “Hey, what is wrong with being a futa? Rosie and I are both futanari.”

Thank you for broadcasting that on the six o’clock news, bitch.

Arielle gasped and her eyes went wide, “Oh god! I forgot about that. I’m so sorry . . . you’ll still help won’t you? I didn’t mean anything by it. Please, you’ve got to help me.”

Okay, you can call me a soft spot if you like, but something about Arielle’s terrible, frightened state made me actually want to help her. When I had told Shiori that I didn’t know anything about performing exorcisms, that hadn’t actually been true: I knew the basics from my grandmother. I know it was stupid of me to try to take on something this big with such meager skills; my taking on a Ju-On was like going into a high stakes poker game after watching The Cincinnati Kid twice. But like I said, something about this poor scared girl, almost the same age as myself, made me really want to help her.

“Arielle,” I began, “I can’t make any promises, but we’ll do everything we can to help you.”

“For what you are paying us,” Shiori added, “We had better. Just kidding. Do not worry; there is nothing the two of us cannot handle, just like Sam and Dean on Supernatural. Major ass shall be kicked.”

I wish I had Shiori’s confidence about our ability to take on a Ju-On, but I looked Arielle in the eyes and asked, “Can you take us to this house?”

Arielle stared at me, and then nodded. I gripped her hands and lifted her to her feet.

Shiori came up behind me and leaned over my shoulder, “I do not want to be rude, but can she take a shower before we go out in public with her?”

Yeah, that was a pretty good idea, come to think of it. I don’t think Arielle had bathed in a day or so.

Arielle was so scared and nervous that once we got her to the bathroom just down the hall, her shaking fingers couldn’t seem to even pull her sweater off. Shiori and I ended up undressing her ourselves, pulling her sweater over hear head, pulling down her pants, and taking off her bra and panties before helping the trembling naked girl into the shower. She was very pretty, actually, and had a really lovely body. I hoped she didn’t notice the raging hard on I was getting watching her.

Shiori suggested we take off our clothes too and get in there and wash her, but I knew it wasn’t cleanliness she had in mind. Besides, then my stiffy would be out in the open, and I didn’t want her running naked screaming through the house until her parents called the cops.

The shower cleaned her off and seemed to relax her, making the trembling and shaking go away. And so, with one squeaky clean Arielle dressed in a new pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with her school logo on it, we headed back into the living room and towards the door.

On the way out, her mother stopped us, “Arielle, where are you off to?”

“Well, as you guys know, that Ju-On is trying to get me, so I’m going to take Rosie and Shiori back to the Ishikawa house so they can kick major ass like Sam and Dean on Supernatural.” She said in weak but stronger voice then before.

For a while, the Mom said nothing and just stared at her daughter incredulously before finally saying, “Okay. Dinner’s at six.”

As we left, I heard her say to her husband, “Well she’s outside.”

Since Arielle lived reasonably close to the Ishikawa house, we walked there on foot. It still took us a good half hour on foot, which lengthened to forty minutes when we went through a shopping district and Shiori kept wanting to go into the stores. Every store she went into emptied pretty quick as people ran screaming the minute they saw her. Fortunately we managed to drag her away, and avoid any reporters who might have showed up, but I think I saw a paparazzi snapping pictures of us. Either that or Mom forgot to report some income to the government again. We turned onto some smaller residential streets, passing a few other pedestrians, most of which shrieked and ran off after taking one look at Shiori.

As we got closer to the house, Arielle’s trembling began to return, and she slowed her pace.

“I . . . I don’t think I can go much further.” She said.

I put a hand on her shoulder, “Just take us to the house. You don’t have to go inside.”

“Besides,” Shiori spoke up, “I am scarier then anything you will meet in that old house.”

Arielle fixed her with a purposeful gaze, “No . . . you’re not.”

That sent chills down my spine, Shiori usually had the dubious distinction of being the creepiest girl in the area. If Arielle thought whatever she’d seen in the house was scarier then her . . . Well, that even shut Shiori up.

We rounded a bend and there it was, the Ishikawa house: It was a rather unassuming two story house, with a balcony on the right hand side and small wooden fence around the property. A long porch adorned the front of the house, and a small stone walkway led to the front. It looked like any other bit of local architecture in the area. But as soon as we got in front of it, I could feel a deep sense of foreboding and desolation. The place just pulsed of death in ways that made my skin crawl, and something else, too: A bizarre tingling in my crotch of arousal that I couldn’t quite explain.

Every instinct in my body was telling me to turn around and run like O.J. Simpson. But I glanced at the frail, timid figure of Arielle and fought it down. I opened the gate, which pushed open with the long squeak of having not been maintained in a while, and stepped onto the grounds. Shiori followed me, and I felt her hand feel around and find mine, gripping it tightly. That sent some butterflies into my stomach: The infamous Ring Girl was scared of this place.

And then, to my surprise, I felt Arielle come up next to us. I turned and looked at her, raising my eyebrows.

“She’ll get me no matter where I am.” Arielle said in explanation.

We made our way up to the door and tried to the knob: It was unlocked. Pushing the door open, I took a deep breath and then made my way inside. The house was dim and under lit; light only coming in through the windows from outside. The place was still furnished, the previous owners furnishings left inside at no additional cost as a bonus to attract potential buyers. There was even a large television set on the left hand wall. Like that’ll convince anyone to buy a house that had killed or mutilated everyone else who’d ever lived in it.

The living room was wide. On the right side there was a sliding paper doo leading into a den or something, and staircase let up to a small balcony and the upstairs floor on the far side. The place was well cleaned, but incredibly empty and creepy. And there was something else about the place: I felt my penis still a little, and a pleasant tingling ran through my vagina. For some reason, I was getting turned on. Maybe I actually got turned on by danger, I’d heard of women like that? I took a deep breath.

“Arielle . . .” I started to say, but my voice came out in a high squeak.

I cleared my throat and tried again, “Arielle, can you show us where you saw her?”

Arielle nodded silently, and led us up the stairs to a second story bedroom, the master bedroom apparently. The room was completely empty, and Arielle led us timidly to the lone white and black sliding door closet. Apprehensively, I reached out and gripped the door to the closet. Arielle back away, eyeing the door with fear like she was sure something horrible was in there. I pulled the door open.

It was empty.

I looked inside, glancing around and then I looked upwards. There was a square opening in the ceiling of the closet that led up to the attic. The attic where two people had been found dead. I looked at it with trepidation. I did NOT want to go up there.

Perhaps sensing my reluctance, Shiori volunteered, “Perhaps I should check out the attic while you take a look at the other rooms.”

I nodded, how much trouble could Shiori get into, she was already dead and very powerful? Shiori entered the closet and shimmied up through the crawlspace, kicking her pale legs as she disappeared into the hole.

I took Arielle with me and we went back into the hall. I was definitely feeling something hauntingly erotic about the place, the more I moved, the more my penis got hard. Arielle presence next to me, clinging to me in fear, also helped to increase the charge. My man part definitely wanted to be inside of her. I shoved the thoughts aside, either it was something about the house that was doing that, or I’m just a really sick bitch. Either way, this sick bitch had a job to do.

I suddenly stopped when Arielle tugged at my arm, “Did you hear that?”

I listened, and then nodded my head, “It sounds like a cat.”

It was coming from the room across the hall, a faint meow sound. A stray cat must have gotten into the abandoned house, they sometimes did. We moved down the hall and suddenly I was stopped by a totally new sound, coming from the same room: The sound of a woman sobbing. I raised an eyebrow at Arielle and carefully moved towards the door. I know, it was dumb of me, like I was in some old horror film. I pushed the door open and looked in the room.

Seated in a chair in the middle of the room, a woman sat with her face buried in her hands: She seemed young, maybe in her early twenties, and had long black hair, strait like Shiori’s. She wore a sleeveless white short dress, and had no shoes on her feet. I couldn’t make out her face behind her hair (sounds like someone I know) and her hands. She sobbed pathetically, hunched over. She didn’t seem to be a ghost, her skin color was normal.

“So horrible . . . so horrible . . .” She mumbled.

I felt my vagina juice even more, and my penis pushed against my jeans. What he hell was wrong with me? I tried to push the wild desire aside and approached the woman.

Arielle grabbed my arm, “No . . . that might be her.”

“She looks alive to me. And look, she’s got feet.” I said.

Ghosts in Japanese folklore typically don’t have feet. But then again, Shiori has feet, so maybe that wasn’t such a good criteria. Again I heard that cat meowing, but I couldn’t see where it was coming from.

“Are you alright?” I asked the woman, “Can we help you?”

“I want to go home.” The woman moaned, still covering her face, “I want to go home.”

“Okay, don’t worry, we’ll get you home.” I assured her.

I turned back to Arielle, “Keep an eye on her; we need to get her out of here. I’m going to get Shiori.”

“Don’t leave me alone too long,” Arielle begged in a whisper so that the woman couldn’t hear her, “I think . . . something’s wrong with me. I’m . . . I’m horny like crazy, I’m wet in my panties like I’ve never been.”

“I know, I’m that way too.” I admitted, as we both blushed, “I’ll get Shiori and then we’ll get everyone out of here and regroup.”

I ran across the hall, and into the bedroom where the closet was. As I walked in I saw something that hadn’t been there the first time we’d been in, and I screamed in unmitigated horror, falling backwards on my ass.

There, in the center of the room, hung the pale decaying corpse of Takeshi Ishikawa, still hanging from the noose with which he’d committed suicide. It was insane, the body had been taken away decades ago and buried, but here he was. I screamed acting no where near as cool as Mulder or Scully and ran for the closet door.

“Shiori, we . . .”

The closet door slammed shut, hard by itself. And then I heard it: that low clinking and gurgling noise.

“Ah ahahahahahahahahahah . . .”

Long black hair began to squeeze through the cracks in the closet door; an impossible amount. Streaming out like it had a life all its own. I backed away, frozen with complete terror, but my body still alive with perverse sexual desire, if you can believe that. I backed away, and then turned to run for the door, and screamed again when I saw that Takeshi’s eyes were open.

And he was looking at me. His face twisted into a murderous grimace, and his hand moved, rising up to point a finger directly at me. I cried out in fear and ran for the door, throwing it open and running for the other bedroom. Shiori could take care of herself; I had to get Arielle and that woman out of here. I threw open the door to find a terrified Arielle looking at me with wide panicked eyes. I could still hear that damn cat meowing.

“I heard you scream, what happened?” She asked.

“We gotta leave now!” I panted, “Grab . . .”

I stopped mid sentence and stared at the woman in the chair. She had straitened up and was looking at us, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she leaned forward. The loud mewing of a cat WAS COMING OUT OF HER MOUTH. That’s what I had been hearing the whole time. Fear clutched at my heart as I saw her face for the first time and recognized it from pictures I’d seen: She was Kimiko Ishikawa, the Ju-On.

Her skin changed almost instantaneously, dissolving into a sick grayish blue color, faintly streaked with veins. Her eyes had sunk in, deep dark circles around them. Kimiko dropped off the chair and down to the floor on all fours. She crawled towards us, twisting her body bizarrely as she moved, her wide staring eyes fixing us with an unblinking gaze. Her mouth opened again, but no cat sound came out: Instead, we heard that strange and unnerving clicking gurgle rolling out of her mouth, the sound she’d made when she’d died.

“Ah ah ah ah ahahahahahah . . .”

Stating the obvious, Arielle screamed, “It’s her!”

I screamed too and grabbed Arielle by the arm, running out into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind us. Why I thought that would make any difference to a ghost, I couldn’t tell you. Arielle whimpered in sheer panic. The house seemed to get darker as we could still hear the sounds.

“What do we do?” Arielle cried.

“Run like cheap mascara!” I screamed and grabbed her by the hand, running for the stairs.

“Hell yeah!” Arielle agree as we bolted.

We ran down the hall, both of us scared out of our wits. I had to get Arielle out of here, not to mention save my own ass. Shiori was already dead, so I didn’t really have to worry about her. I ran as fast as we could.

But by the time I got the balcony, I could tell something was wrong with me: Although I was still scared as I’d ever been, I was feeling incredibly horny. My pussy was drenching the inside of my panties and my cock was fully hard, straining against the front of my jeans. I was becoming light headed, my mind in a thick fog. I felt very similar to how I’d felt when Shiori had first seduced me after coming out of the TV.

I ran down the stair, taking two at a time, but my legs were wobbly and my mind unfocused and I almost stumbled twice. When we got to the bottom, however, it was Arielle who stumbled on the last step, falling over hard and hitting the floor. I ran back to her, picking her up, my arms wrapped around her. My body seethed with desire being this close to her. I cradled her in my arms as I noticed tears streaming down her face.

“I . . . I’m sorry,” She cried, “I . . . can’t think right. S-something’s wrong with me.”

And, just like that, I was suddenly kissing her. I almost completely forgot why we were running, and all I wanted to do was kiss those wonderfully luscious lips. Something had taken me completely over, and I was unable to resist these urges. Having both a girl and a guy’s libido at once, I was a little bit used to strong sexual urges, but this was something different. There was nothing I could do to stop myself. I kissed her lips deeply, letting my tongue slide into her mouth. She didn’t pull away at all, instead pulled closer and met my tongue with her own.

I slid a hand down and cupped one of her breasts, feeling her shudder a little as I did. I gently squeezed it as I was kissing her, feeling the nipple harden under my touch. This was completely insane: Just a few seconds ago we were running for our lives and now were about to fuck on the floor. If Kimiko had wanted to kill us right then, she would have had an easy time of it, but she didn’t seem to be following us.

Arielle undid the button up shirt I was wearing and I slipped it off and tossed it aside. She reached up with her hand and cupped my breast through the tank top, squeezing it and caressing it. I shivered a little, loving the feeling of her hand on my boob. I kissed her and lifted her shirt up, exposing her lacy white bra and her adorable cleavage underneath. My breathing deepened as excitement took control of me.

“I can’t . . . I can’t control myself,” I breathed, “Please forgive me.”

“I want it, too.” Arielle answered, “You’re . . . you’re so beautiful.”

I pulled Arielle’s shirt all the way off, and then did the same with my tank top. I kissed her again, our lips meeting in an uncontrolled lesbian kiss (well, since I have a dick, I’m not sure if it was all that lesbian, but I’m still a girl, so I guess it counts). My penis strained against my jeans, fully hard and ready to go. I slip my hands around the young American’s back and undid her bra. Our breasts touched as we did so, I could feel my hard nipples pressing against hers through the material. I quickly slipped her bra off, stripping Arielle topless, and exposing her pretty breasts, her pink hard nipples now totally bare. Her breasts were small, but a good handful size and nice and perky.

She blushed but smiled, and I kissed her again, and then moved down, cupping her breasts with my hand, and licked on her nipples, sucking them and teasing them with my tongue, something I knew I liked having done to me. As gently squeezed her breasts, I felt her hand reach behind me and unhook my bra. I rose up and let her pull it off me, feeling a tremble of excitement as my breasts were bared.

Arielle returned my nipple licks enthusiastically, massaging and squeezing my boobs with her hands. I let a small moan out as she licked me, stimulating me. We had both completely forgotten about the danger we were in inside this house; all we cared about was our red hot desire for one another.

“They’re so nice.” Arielle said with my nipple between her teeth.

I pushed Arielle back and undid her pants, slipping her jeans and panties off in one move and pulling them down her legs and off. My crotch crawled with desire as I looked at her, completely naked now, her well trimmed and shaved pussy in full view. I’d seen her naked back in the shower at her house, and I had liked it then, but it was much better now. I licked my lips, looking her over.

“You’re so pretty.” I breathed.

She blushed, “Thank you.”

We kissed again, and Arielle looked down at my crotch, her eyes fixing on the bulge down there.

“You’re hard.” She whispered.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” I giggled.

“Can I take yours off?” She asked hopefully.

My dick felt like it was going to tear through my jeans, “Sure.”

I leaned back and let Arielle undo my jeans. She pulled them down over my hips and off my feet, stripping me to nothing but my panties. She eyed the large out line of my penis through the fabric of my underwear. She kissed me, and the rubbed my cock through the front of my panties. I sucked in air and moaned as she touched me, my penis tingling in appreciation. She ran her hands over my cock and the beneath it, tracing the outline of my pussy. My hips moved a little as the explored me.

“Wow, it’s true.” She said in amazement, “You really do have both.”

“Why don’t you take off my panties and get a better look.” I suggested wickedly.

Arielle grinned, licking her lips and quickly pulled my panties off, stripping me as naked as her. She cried out and giggled as my stiff penis popped out, bouncing a little with the motion. She sucked a little air and bit her lip a bit, her eyes wide as she took both of my organs in.

“Can I touch it?” She asked me.

I raised my eyebrows at that, “Of course, haven’t you ever touched one before?”

Arielle blushed and then didn’t answer me, just grinned and giggled. I almost gasped at the realization, though if she was really as nerdy as she claimed to be, I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me.

“Arielle? Are you a virgin?” I asked.

She blushed even more and nodded. Of course, I realize now how ludicrous it was for me to worry about whether Arielle was a virgin or not when there was a murderous Ju-On right upstairs possibly coming for us, but remember what I told you about how fogged my brain was. All I could seem to care about was doing the boom chicka boom with my little virgin there.

“Go ahead and touch it, do you know what to do?” I told her.

She giggled and nodded, “I watch a lot of internet porn. Wow, I’ve never admitted that to anyone before.”

Arielle got down and gently began to masturbate me, moving her fingers up and down my cock and then teasing the lips of my vagina. I moaned a little, my chest rising and falling. I was hard to believe she’d never done this as she ran her tongue of my cock with unhinged relish, putting it in her mouth and sucking me off while she slipped her fingers into my slit and began to finger fuck me slowly. I rolled my hips and groaned, giving her better access. I could tell she’d though about this stuff a lot. She let my dick go deep in her mouth, sucking on it like a pro, bobbing her head up and down on me. She then moved down and ran her tongue over my pussy, spreading my lips and licking at my clit. I spread my legs wide, something I seemed to be doing a lot lately, and let her eat.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Arielle mumbled as she licked at me.

I squeezed my breasts with my hands and rolled my hips, Arielle mouth and fingers felt so good. I wondered if I could get her to finger the other hole a little bit, or would that turn her off. My thoughts were interrupted when Arielle yelped.

“Ow!” She cried.

“What happened?” I asked her, concerned.

“Just a sharp pain, I’m fine.” She assured me and went to put my dick in her mouth again.

But then she winced again, “Ouch!”

“What’s going one?” I asked her sitting up.

“My . . . crotch hurts a little.” She said, getting into a sitting position with her legs spread, looking down at her bare pussy.

We both noticed it at once, a small bump had begun rising in the skin just above her vagina. It pulsed a little bit, and then began to swell upwards even more. With a gasp, I suddenly realized what was happening to her. I recognized it because the same thing had happened to me. The skin continued to grow, getting longer and longer.

Arielle grimaced, “Ah! Oh!”

“Does it hurt?” I asked her.

“No, it feels good. Really good.” She panted, and then looked down at the growing appendage between her legs.

“Oh my god!” Arielle cried, alarmed, “What’s happening to me?”

“Oh my god, I think you’re growing a dick.” I told her.

“What?!?” She exclaimed, but then fell backwards on her back and her body shuddered, her face betraying the pleasure she was feeling. I realized her breasts were also swelling, getting bigger as her body undulated.

My god, I can’t tell you how incredibly exciting it was to watch her transform like that, to change from a timid little regular girl into a writhing futanari. I found myself masturbating, gripping my cock as I watched her new penis compete its formation and fall down over her leg. It was a pretty decent sized one, too. I knew from experience that Arielle was about have a very enhanced libido, and I could already see the ecstatic expression on her face as she changed from cutesy little teen to a horny futanari slut. And damn I wanted her twice as much now as I had before.

“Oh . . . what’s happened to me?” She said in a tiny voice, as she sat up staring down at her fully formed penis.

“You’re a futanari, like me.” I answered, stroking her hair with my fingers, “And you are so beautiful.”

I kissed her lips again, feeling her gently kiss me back. I reached my hand down and gently touched her brand new cock, excited that I was going to be the first person to try it out. She gasped and twitched her body as I touched her. Gently, I began to stroke her penis, massaging it with my hand. I licked my lips as I began to feel it stiffen inside me fingers instantly. Arielle looked down, watching me stimulate her.

“That feels good.” She moaned.

With a naughty expression, I spread her legs. With my tongue, I licked the shaft of her penis, letting it run along the skin. Arielle lay with her legs spread, leaning up on her elbows as I licked her new appendage. I slipped the tip into my waiting mouth and began to move up and down, taking it deep between my lips. I touched my fingers to her pussy lips and ran them up and down, feeling her juices spilling all over my fingertips. I let my fingers penetrate her, moving them in and out of her, feeling her wetness gush over my hands.

“Futa girls feel twice as good.” I told her smiling.

Note to self: Good logo for bumper sticker or T-shirt franchise.

I moved down and licked at her pussy, running my tongue over her lips. A few months ago and I never would have thought about doing this, now I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on a hot pussy. And the fact that it came with a dick as well was just a super duper bonus. I licked at her clit and then ran my tongue down to her hole, slipping it into her as far as it would go. She rolled hr hips with my motions, moaning in enjoyment. Getting another wicked idea, and playfully licked her asshole, eliciting a surprised gasp from the new futa.

“Omigod!” She giggled, “I can’t believe you just did that!”

“I can believe I do a lot of the things I do.” I chuckled in reply.

I looked at her exposed vagina: It was hard to believe nobody had been there before. It was thin and tight like most virginal pussy, no where close to being as loose as mine was these days, and cute as a rose. All at once, I knew I needed to be in there. I gripped my penis and rose up, looking Arielle in her eyes. I moved it towards her vagina, holding it over it.

“I want to take your virginity.” I told her seriously.

“I want you to.” She whispered, looking into my eyes.

She spread he legs as wide as she could, and I pushed the tip of my penis into her vagina, going slowly as I moved the entire shaft into her. We looked into each other’s eyes, but as soon as I was all the way in, she cried out and arched her back, and closed her eyes as she was penetrated. I began to fuck her, moving in and out slowly. I could feel a warm flow over my dick and knew it was the shedding of her virginal blood. I had just popped Arielle’s cherry.

Rolling my hips in a circular motion, I began to screw Arielle faster, moving in and out of her. Not surprisingly, she was incredibly tight, and her whole body lurched with each thrust I gave her. She moaned and cried out; her body undulated and began to thrust back. She was really digging it, and it felt incredible to be inside of her. I had forgotten where we were, consumed by the weird desire, we might as well have been doing it on my kitchen floor and not a cursed house.

I picked up speed, fucking the former virgin and new futa under me rapidly. We moaned and groaned, our bodies writhing against each other. I kissed her lips, and our tongues met as I moved in and out and her. Our bodies writhed as we made love, pushing myself deep into her honey pot. Arielle wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper her long buried libido taking control. I knew what that was like, how your body needed the touch of another so badly when you were a futa, and I was only too happy to oblige. I rolled my hips in a circular motion, moaning with pleasure at how good it felt to be inside her.

All at once, Arielle’s eyes snapped open, “What was that?”

Distracted, I said, “Huh? What?”

“That!” Arielle said, alarmed, “Don’t you hear that?”

I listened, and then I heard it, the unmistakable sound of a cat yowling.

I pulled out of Arielle and crawled back a bit, looking up at the stairs. Arielle sat up, her now large breasts jiggling as she did. She clapped her hands to her head, grimacing.

“Oh my god.” She moaned, “What the heck were we doing? Why didn’t we run?”

I had no answer for her, only that we couldn’t help ourselves. From upstairs we heard the familiar sound.

“Ah ahahahahahahaha.”

We could hear the sounds of movement, the sounds of something scraping on the floor near the balcony. We were both frozen in terror as the sounds changed location, moving closer to the stairs, its source still obscured by the banister on the balcony. We crawled backwards, and I slid my arms around Arielle’s naked shoulders protectively. I pulled her backwards, unable to rise I was so terrified. All we could do was stare up at the balcony and the horrid sounds beyond.

“Ahahahahahahahahah.”

The sounds moved closer to the stairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the TV set turn on for some reason.

At the top of the stairs, she appeared: Kimiko’s hands stretched out from beyond the banister and she dragged her pale, wide eyed face into view. She began to crawl down the stairs, twisting bizarrely and she crept animal like on all fours down the very stairs on which she was killed. She stared at us with those eerie unblinking eyes and she twisted her body and moved down step by step.

“Ahahahahahahahah.”

We held each other, frozen in place by sheer fear. I glanced at the TV set and suddenly my heart leapt: The set was showing the final image of Shiori’s video, the well in which she’d died. Out of the well, Shiori crawled, moving towards the screen with that weird jerky gate of hers.

Kimiko had reached the bottom of the stairs. She stared at us, moving onto the floor, still on all fours and she twisted her body back and forth. Arielle was crying now, sure that Kimiko was going to kill her. Kimiko began to crawl towards us, her long black hair falling down the sides of her face, her intense ghostly face peering out from between the locks.

“Ahahahahahahahahahaha.”

Kimiko rose to her feet, and began to move towards us jerkily, twisting her head back and forth.

And then it happened: Shiori reached the screen and pushed through, pushing out of the picture the same way she had before, Her long black hair covering her face, her finger nail less hands dragging her forward as she pulled herself out of the video, passing through the screen and into the real world. She rose, beginning that peculiar swaying motion with her arms in front of her.

Kimiko turned and noticed her. She glared at the intruder, jerkily moving forward to face Shiori. Shiori advanced as well, staring at her opponent with one eye through the strands of her hair. The two dead girls faced each other, sizing each other up as they moved closer to one another. A fight of titanic proportions was brewing in front of us, Shiori against Kimiko, two of the most notorious curses in modern The Ring against The Grudge, it was shaping up to be a monstrous battle. One for the record books, a battle of the monsters. Like King Kong Verses Godzilla, Freddy Verses. Jason, Alien Verses Predator, or Mike Tyson vs. Evander Holyfield without the ear biting.

“Meow?” Kimiko said. Well . . . more like mewed.

As they stood facing each other, I waited. I was expecting them to grab each other by the neck, or start throwing punches, or levitate furniture at each other or do whatever it is ghosts do when they fight.

What happened was totally unexpected. Though, in retrospect, I should have seen it coming.

Shiori and Kimiko got right up to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. And then Kimiko reached up and parted Shiori’s hair a little and the two planted their lips on each other and kissed, their arms wrapping around each other, pulling each other close as they made out intensely. All that was missing was sweeping romantic classical music or something by Barry White.

My mouth dropped open and Arielle’s did the same.

“I . . . guess their friends now?” She asked me, looking at me.

All I could do was nod. I found it both very exciting and incredibly sinister at the same time. And I had no idea what this new development would mean for me and Arielle.

Shiori unzipped Kimiko’s dress in the back and pushed it down over her body, slipping down, exposing her breasts, her nipples pale and hard. For the first time since I’d laid eyes on her, Kimiko smiled and kissed Shiori again. Shiori moved down, and began to suck and lick on Kimiko’s nipples, teasing them hard as she did. Kimiko moaned and closed her disturbing eyes, rolling her head. Her hand slid behind Shiori and undid the back of her dress.

Shiori moved down and pushed Kimiko’s skirt all the way, letting it fall to the floor. Kimiko was completely naked underneath, and we could all see that the rumors were true: She was a futanari, just like the rest of us now that Arielle had sprouted a cock as well. And she was completely hard. So was Shiori, I noticed, bulging out of the front of her dress. I licked my lips as desire began to build in me again, that uncontrollable futa desire that would consume me whether I wanted to or not.

Shiori stood up and kissed Kimiko on the lips again.

“Meow. You’re pretty under all that hair.” Kimiko said. She had a surprisingly soft voice.

With her pale hands, Kimiko reached to Shiori’s shoulders and brought her dress down, letting it fall off and drop to the floor, stripping Shiori naked. I’d seen Shiori naked lots of times, but it was still a trill. They kissed again and then Kimiko moved down, kissing her breasts before settling down on her knees and taking Shiori’s cock in her mouth, purring happily as she did so. Shiori ran a hand through her hair and moaned as Kimiko began to suck on her, bobbing her ghostly head with relish.

I found that my penis was tingling, and all this was turning me on no end. I couldn’t seem to help myself. With a start I realized that my hand had gone down on my penis I was slowly masturbating myself. It was like I had no control and I simply wanted to fuck. God, I’m such a slut.

But I wasn’t the only one; I felt Arielle hands on my shoulders and turned to see her gazing at me with an intense uncontrollable lust.

“Rosie, I can’t help myself.” She said, her voice trembling, “I need you, what’s wrong with me?”

Instead of answering, I kissed her, on the lips and with tongue. Soon our arms were around each other and we were pulling each other tight. Our hard cocks touch together and I was lost, lost into this incommunicable vortex of uncontainable craving. Our lips met and we rubbed against each other. I pushed Arielle down on the floor and turned myself around, getting over her, and into a sixty nine position. I rubbed her wonderful band new dick with my hand and then slipped it into my mouth, slipping my fingers down and to her pussy, teasing her clit in a circular motion. Arielle’s body writhed under me and she began to do the same to me; I felt her lips kiss the tip of my male member and the tips of her fingers spread the lips of my slit, sliding into me and fingering me. We sixty nined like that, lost in each other’s naked bodies, Arielle’s cutesy little virginity was all gone and she was just a wild futa slut like me. God help me, I liked it.

Shiori had gotten down on the floor and spread her legs wide with her usual perverted enthusiasm; couldn’t tell you the number of times she’d done that for me. Kimiko was enthusiastically going down on her, sucking her cock wildly, mewing and purring happily, moving down to lick her pussy every one in a while as she worked on her. Shiori rolled her hips and moaned, letting Kimiko stimulate her. After a while, they switched places and Kimiko got on her back. Shiori buried her face in Kimiko’s snatch, jerking her cock with her hand and making the horny Ju-On gurgle and click with an enthusiastic “ahahahahahahahah”, her body writhed with enjoyment.

I moved my hips in a circle, letting my penis move in and out of Arielle eager mouth. I took the length of her cock in between my lips, sliding it in and moving my head up and down, making her squirm. She felt so good in between my lips and against my tongue, I slid my fingers inside her, feeling her juices gush on my fingers. I didn’t care where I was anymore, I just wanted to be here with her, naked and sucking and writhing against each other.

I heard Kimiko, “Ahahahahahhaahah.”

It sounded close.

I opened my eyes and got a shock, Kimiko’s spine-chilling pale wide eyed face was right in front of me, staring at me. I jumped a little, in hindsight its fortunate I didn’t bite Arielle.

“Meow. You’re cute. Kimiko wants you, too. Meow.” Kimiko purred.

And I thought Shiori’s way of talking was weird.

And then she kissed me, a deep sexual kiss on the lips, her tongue penetrating my mouth and exploring me. I was a complete slave to my lust, and I just reached up and ran my hands through her hair. It felt good to kiss her, not that different from kissing Shiori.

Kimiko took me off of Arielle and rolled me onto my back (been on my back a lot in the last few months). She got above me, her long penis bouncing and throbbing, fluid dripping from her hole, and lowered herself down onto my cock, slipping it into her ghostly pussy as she began to ride me. Like Shiori, she was surprisingly warm and wet in there, and it felt good to be fucking her. Kimiko began to ride me, thrusting her hips up and down and taking my dick into herself, gripping my breasts with her hands. I thrust my hips upward, driving deep into her, reaching up and squeezing her pale breasts, fingering the hard nipples.

As Kimiko rode me, I saw Shiori move over to where Arielle lay masturbating. She crawled naked over her on all fours, long hair draping down.

“If you are going to take my partner, Rosie, I will take yours.” She said and pushed Arielle’s legs up to her ears.

Arielle moaned in ecstasy, “Yes! Take me, I want it.”

Shiori gripped her penis and pushed it slowly into Arielle’s vagina. Arielle’s hand was around her dick, masturbating herself as she was penetrated. She arched her back and let out a long cry, moving her hips as Shiori began to screw her, moving in and out in long slow strokes. Arielle’s new breasts moved back and forth as she rocked, crying out with pleasure.

I thrust my hips upward, getting deep into Kimiko. It was funny that ten minutes ago I was scared to death of this chick and now I just wanted to play with her. I rolled her breasts in my fingers, pulling her down to me and kissing her lips while I fucked her, her pussy feeling so good around my cock.

Quickly, I rolled her over on her back and then pulled out of her. With both hands I flipped her over and pulled her up on all fours. She giggled and mewed in appreciation, apparently, she liked it from behind. No surprising since she spent a lot of time crawling on all fours. I entered her from behind and gripped her hips with my hand. She purred as I entered her and wiggled her butt. I started to fuck her back and forth, enjoy the pleasure that ran through me.

“Meow! You make Kimiko feel good!” She cried.

And it was somewhere while I was doing that that I got a really sinful idea. With a naughty smile, I pulled my dick out of her pussy, and shoved it into her ass. Ever since Shiori I’d developed a real passion for anal, both the receiving and the giving. What a little pervert I am, but hey, Shiori loves it. Kimiko yowled and hissed, again like a cat and twisted as I shoved into her, but she didn’t pull away. As I started to fuck her, she began the weird clicking noise again.

“Ahahahahahahhahahah.”

Her body twisted and jerked, but began to writhe as I did her ass, penetrating deep. She was so tight in there I could barely stand it. I considered this payback for her scaring the shit out of me earlier. And yes, that fact that I was sodomizing one of the infamous Ju-On did feel really bizarre, but my libido was too far out of control for me to care. Kimiko’s yelps of pain were already turning into squeals of pleasure.

She looked at me over her shoulder, grinning, “Meow! You’re a naughty girl. Meow!”

I kissed, “Yeah, I’m so bad.”

“Ooo! Meow! Go deep in Kimiko.” She purred, “Kimiko likes it.”

Normally I would have thought ‘another anal virgin bites the dust’, but it was a little obvious that Kimiko had taken up the butt before. Still rocked just the same. I plunged deep into her, enjoying her tight ass.

And, apparently, Shiori thought that was a good idea, because she promptly pulled out of Arielle’s pussy and placed her pale cock on the tip of her asshole. Arielle’s eyes flew open and she gasped.

“Wait! No! Don’t . . .” She cried out.

But Shiori ignored her, pushing in slowly, penetrating Arielle virgin butt. Her back arched and she bit her lip as her ass was violated, her eyes wide as her body began to shudder.

“Oh shit!” She screamed.

Shiori began to fuck her, moving in and out of her tight virgin ass rapidly. I could tell Arielle was willing herself not to enjoy it, but as the pain subsided, her body betrayed her and she began to moan and move with pleasure. Her hand went back to her penis and she began to jack herself off, moaning, and her face alive with delight.

“Omigod!” Arielle moaned, “Don’t stop, I didn’t know it would be this good.”

Another anal virgin bites the dust indeed.

Arielle was rolling her body, her whole form quaking as Shiori penetrated her deep in her ass. Watching her transform from the quite little virginal cutie pie she’d been into this wild, needful, futa anal slut was a pure joy to watch. I guess it was sort of a conversion mentality, I was happier with her being more like me. I plunged deep into Kimiko, her yelps and cries music to my ears.

I looked at the door, and realized we had left it open. I wondered if anyone out there could see us. The thought turned me on a little bit.

We kept up like that for what seemed like a long time, four futas, two ghosts, and two regular girls (‘regular’ being relative), fucking each other wildly. We kept it up until I felt the pleasure build and build and finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Instead of pulling out, I shoved my cock as deep as it would go and came inside Kimiko’s ass. She spasmed and mewed with glee as I emptied my sperm into her open willing ass, filling her with the white substance. I moaned with ecstasy and delight, my body shivering as I came.

“Oh! Oh, yeah!” I moaned, finally pulling out of her.

And then, before I even knew what was happening, Kimiko grabbed me and rolled me back on my back. Grabbing her cock and giggling mischievously, she spread my legs wide, exposing everything I had to her. I knew exactly what was coming; it was my turn to take it up the ass. My whole body quivered with anticipation, I wanted it up there badly. My cock slumped against my stomach, limp for the moment, but my pussy was still gushing with fluid, and I was still incredibly horny.

“Meow! Turn about is fair play. Meow!” Kimiko sang, “Meow! You’re turn to take it in there.”

In response, I gripped my cheeks and opened them wide, “You bet it is, give it to me.”

Jesus, I’ve turned into a complete whore.

I looked the uncanny Ju-On in the eyes as she placed the tip of her cock against my rectum, and pushed in. I twitched and clenched as I felt the now familiar pain of entry, much less then it had used to be, followed by the inevitable feelings of pleasure. My fingers went between my legs and began massaging my clit as I arched my back, raising my hips and letting her get deep into my ass. Damnit but this felt so good.

I heard Shiori crying out and moaning and I looked to see her pull out of Arielle’s butt and jerk herself off, ejaculating in large spurts all over her now ample tits. She moaned and wiggled, rubbing the jism all over herself with her hands, licking her lips. Her eyelids fluttered as she moaned in ecstasy, it was clear that she had really enjoyed it.

I glanced again at that open door: Had I seen someone moving out there?

Shiori had turned around and was on all fours, spreading her cheeks, exposing her asshole and pussy to Arielle.

“It is your turn, honey.” She told Arielle.

Arielle wasted no time, getting behind Shiori and pushing her brand new cock up Shiori’s ass. Shiori yelped and groaned, her body shuddering as she was entered. I knew Shiori loved anal just as much as me, so it was good to watch her, her body writhing, her breasts shaking like two pendulums as Arielle began to fuck her rapidly. Just too hot for words.

“Oh! That is good. Oh! Deeper.” Shiori moaned.

“Holy shit, this feels good!” Arielle exclaimed, “No wonder guys always want us to do this.”

My head rolled as Kimiko drove deep in ass, making me squirm with pleasure, my hand working my clit rapidly. My body undulated and I cried out with delight, enjoying my sodomy like I always did. So many things you wouldn’t have considered before turn out to be absolutely wonderful after you become a futa. I bit my lower lip and wrapped my legs around Kimiko. She leaned down and kissed me, which I eagerly returned. Kissing a ghost was nothing new to me, anyways. I let my tongue slip deep in her mouth, my ass delightfully stretched by her cock.

New to having a penis, I heard Arielle cry out wildly and then pull herself out of Shiori’s butt, cumming right away all over Shiori’s back, who twisted and moaned, writhing her body as the hot semen splashed on her back. Arielle’s whole body was shaking as she squeezed every last drop out, moans finally subsiding into satisfied coos of delight.

“Ahahahahahaahahahahaha!” Kimiko clicked as she fucked me faster.

Twisting her body, Kimiko yowled loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her whole body spasmed. I felt her hot cum squirting into my ass, filling me all up with her seed. I squirmed as she came in me, and then I practically exploded, an orgasm flowing through me from my pussy this time. Waves of pleasure washed over my body as I writhed in delight, the orgasm filling my whole body with enjoyment.

I felt the warm feeling in my chest almost at once, and looked down. Under my skin, I could see the small gem on my breastplate glowing brighter and brighter. The room was soon filled with a bright blue light. It was happening again, the same way it had with Shiori. Soon the room was filled with light and sparkling energy, bright with and blue lights flittering around the room like electric snow. I shivered as the strange gem in breastplate crackled with energy as it worked its magic.

“W-what the hell?” Arielle asked, alarmed.

“Meow, meow, meow!” Kimiko cried, “You broke Kimiko’s curse! Kimiko is free!”

She looked absolutely elated, and it occurred to me that she had been as much a victim of the curse as anyone else. Kimiko began to fade as I fell back, loosing consciousness as the energy drained from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Arielle doing the same just before everything went black.

It was a couple of hours before I woke up again, I found myself still on the uncomfortable floor as I pushed myself up on my elbows. I was still naked, and so was Arielle, who groggily was getting to her feet. Near her, Shiori was also still nude and was apparently patiently waiting for us to come to.

“Ah, you are finally both up.” Shiori said behind her long black hair.

“Looks that way.” I said, rubbing my head.

“Well, I was right, you did it. You broke the most notorious curse in all of .” Shiori told me.

“Yeah, I’d feel better if it didn’t come with a hangover.” I groaned, rubbing my head.

Arielle looked down between her legs, and grimaced, “Hey, I’ve still got this thing. I thought it would disappear after we finished.”

Shiori chuckled, “Why did you think that?”

“Trust me on this, honey; you’re stuck with that thing.” I put my hands on Arielle’s shoulders, “You’ll never be able to get rid of it, you’ll just have to live with it.”

Arielle took it in her hands again, “Awe, nuts. How am I gonna explain this to Mom and Dad? I mean, it feels really good, but it feels awkward.”

I shrugged, “You get used to it. Just be ready, you’re gonna be twice as horny as you were before.”

Arielle didn’t say anything, but I guess after loosing it with us she was probably a little more the anxious to explore what she’d learned. I was about to tell them to get dressed so we could go home, but just as I was about to say it, the door swung open and too my shock, about ten reporters and cameramen piled into the house. Arielle shrieked and covered her dual genitals. I stared in shock as the reporters began snapping pictures of us and asking rapid fire questions.

“Miss Yakamora, is it true that you’ve broken the Ishikawa curse?”

“How did you do it?”

“Are you Arielle Allison? Is it true you’ve become a futanari?”

“Have either of you ever been molested by Michael Jackson?”

“What the hell? How did you guys know we were here?” I asked, completely perplexed.

“I called them.” Shiori told me, “We need good press coverage if we are going to get more customers.”

“You could’ve warn me.” I groaned.

Shiori said nothing and began to pose for the cameras, striking sexy poses, and flirting with the lens. The reporters shot pictures rapidly, taking shot after shot.

“Miss Allison! Pose for us!” One of them cried.

Arielle stared in shock for a while, but then shrugged and began striking a few poses. In a few minutes, she had gotten into it and was posing like a playboy model. After a while, I figured ‘what the hell’ and started posing myself. Damn, in few hours the three of us were going to be all over the internet and on the nighttime news with all our naughty bits fogged over. At the moment, I didn’t really care, I was just caught up in all the fun. To tell you the truth, being photographed naked was a really turn on. I started to wonder if maybe I would like to do this more.

Anyways, everything seemed to work out. While we were out, Tracey and Mizumi were found alive. It seems Kimiko had visited them, but she’d futanized them and not killed them. As soon as they’d both realized that they each had a working dick, they’d shacked up in a love motel and spent three days porking each other like rabbits. Everyone was mad at them for making everyone worry, but glad they were all right. Arielle’s parents were pretty shocked to suddenly have a futanari daughter, but it beat the hell out of a paranoid shut in daughter, so they basically accepted it, though not without a lot of crying and crumbling. All I can do is hope they come around and realize that this is still their progeny, with or without a penis.

And so, with the Ishikawa curse gone and our job now finished, Shiori and I hopped on the bus and headed home. All the way home, Shiori gushed and blabbed about what great pair of ghost busters we were going to be. Once we returned I opened the door to my house and instantly caught a whiff of my mother’s cooking, absolutely the best way to be welcomed home as far as I was concerned. The dining room table was all set and ready. I noticed five places set, did we have a guest?

I stepped in with Shiori coming in close behind me, “Hi, I’m home.”

Mom stepped out of the kitchen, “Welcome home. Did you two have fun? It sure looked like it on TV.”

I blushed a little, she’d already seen it. Like I said about Mom, she’s very accepting, so my being naked all over the six o’clock news didn’t seem to bother her. Kenji came down the stairs and stopped in his tracks when he spotted Shiori, who smiled behind all that hair and waved to him. He looked like a rabbit in the headlights of a pick up truck.

I answered Mom, “Yes, we did. We successfully exorcised the infamous Ishikawa house, as a matter of fact.”

Kenji’s face dropped and he scowled at me, “Yeah, we already know about that.”

I thought he’d meant because they’d seen it on TV, but as it turned out, they knew for an entirely different reason; one that I really should have seen coming. They had a first person account of what had happened.

Mom called up the stairs, “Kimiko! Dinner’s ready.”

“What?!?” Both Shiori and I said at the same time.

“Ahahahaahahahahah.”

Kimiko bounded down the stair on all fours, quickly dashing across the living room, stopping to wave at me and Shiori before going off towards the dinner table. Shiori looked at her, and then headed off as well. I stood there in shock: It had happened again! The gem had released Kimiko from the curse, but had bound her to me, and my home instead. Goddamnit, now I was living with TWO creepy ghost girls. After a second, I shrugged and took a seat at the table. My stomach was growling anyways and I sure as hell wasn’t going to find a solution to this on an empty stomach.

Shiori waited for Kenji to take a seat and the instantly slipped into the chair right next to him. My loser punk brother and the weird dead girl: I wonder what their kids would look like? Anyways, Kimiko hopped up on the seat on Kenji’s opposite side, sitting on the chair on her haunches like a cat (not unexpectedly). Mom promptly served up the food.

“Meow! Thank you for the food, Mama-san!” Kimiko announced, clapping her hands together.

“Why you’re very welcome, dear.” Mom said, and then turned to me, “You’re new friend is so delightful and well mannered. Why, we talked for hours before you two got home.”

“Meow! Mmmm, it smells good, Mama-san.” Kimiko sang, “Kimiko’s likes it.”

“Oh, stop.” Mom gushed, “You’re embarrassing me, dear.”

Shiori moved her seat a little bit closer to Kenji, who turned away from her with a shudder. He turned to find himself looking right at the smiling pale blue face of Kimiko, who stared at him with her unblinking eyes. Kenji turned several shades of pink and the flat out white when he realized that Kimiko was making goo goo eyes at him as well. Trapped between two affectionate dead futa girls, Kenji looked at me and glared.

He mouthed the words, “I hate you.”

I shrugged and picked up my chopsticks. I probably should have been a lot more upset then I was, but it seemed that our already unusual little household had just gotten a whole lot weirder. I could only imagine what was going to happen next. And you know what? I couldn’t wait to find out.

Next:

A Nightmare In Her .