“Damn it, I’m tellin’ ya I’m fine!”

 

“Oh yes, of course. You’re great! That’s why we’ve gone through loads of bandages.”

 

“So? Jus’ needs time. It’ll quit bleedin’ eventually.”

 

“It’s been a whole two days, Savannah. It’s not fine. At all.”

 

You sigh as you maneuver the truck into a spot in the back of a pharmacy parking lot. Those two have been arguing all day and would probably argue all night. Standing and stretching, you yell into the back that you’ve arrived.

 

“See Savannah? If you were fine we wouldn’t be having to stop yet again.”

 

The curtain to the back rustles and Clare appears with a scowl on her face. “Can’t you convince her or something?”

 

You shrug and say you’ve already tried, but Savannah is just too obstinate.

 

“Don’t I know it,” Clare snorts.

 

“Hey! I’m right here ya know,” Savannah complains as she shimmies into her shirt.

 

Walking past Clare into the back, you frown upon seeing the plastic bag heaped full of used, bloodied bandages. Placing your hands on your hips, you tell Savannah she really needs to get her shoulder looked at.

 

“I’ve had worse,” the manticore mutters.

 

Well whatever, you respond. You’re not letting her lounge in the truck.

 

Savannah rolls her eyes as you grab the bag to throw it in the dumpster outside.

 

~

 

“Hmm, you really ought to get this sutured. Butterflies aren’t enough, dearie.”

 

Smug satisfaction adorns your face and Clare’s as the nurse gives her verdict on Savannah’s shoulder injury.

 

Fortunately for you – and Savannah – there happened to be a nurse picking up her prescriptions in the pharmacy. She was coming home from her shift, so she was still wearing her uniform. Clare was on her in an instant, asking that she look at Savannah.

 

“And your wing too! My, look at it,” the nurse said as she ran her fingers along the manticore’s torn wing. “This isn’t something that will heal on its own.”

 

“C’mon, ain’t there something ya can do fer me? I’ll pay ya an’ everythin’!”

 

The nurse shakes her head. “Sorry. That laceration is just too deep for me to suture with a clear conscience. /Especially/ considering you told me it’s been two days. There’s a decent risk of infection.”

 

“See Savannah? That’s what I’ve been telling you!” Clare chimes in, nodding her thanks to the nurse.

 

Savannah grumbles something under her breath.

 

You thank the nurse as well, shaking her clawed hand.

 

“Not a problem,” she says cheerily. “There’s a hospital not too far from here,” the nurse continues, giving you directions.

 

You and Clare nod along and humor the elderly nurse even though the truck has GPS.

 

“It may be a deep wound, but you’ll be stitched up and back out in no time,” she finishes as you wave goodbye, following Clare and Savannah outside.

 

The cat smiles at her friend. “Yeah Savannah, it’ll just take a few hours. Don’t worry so much.”

 

~

 

“So tell me again. Yer keepin’ me overnight, why?” Savannah asks sarcastically.

 

The arachnee nurse gives little reaction to Savannah’s repeated question. She just continues to up the manticore’s torn shoulder, keeping her eyes on her task. “Because, Mrs. Stahl, your wound here is very deep and already has signs of infection. We’re keeping you for observation and so we can administer antibiotics through an IV.”

 

Savannah balks at the answer. “Bah, a little pus never hurt no one.”

 

This time the arachnee rolls her many eyes. “A little pus would be nothing to worry about. But, if the bacteria got into your bloodstream you could be looking at sepsis, my dear.”

 

She received a grumble in response from the cranky manticore. Savannah had been grumbling a lot today.

 

Sitting on a chair next to the hospital-gowned manticore, you simply sigh. Clare was busy rifling through everything she could get her paws on, inspecting this and that. Considering how long you’d been at the hospital already, her boredom was understandable, if it a bit annoying to the staff. They’d scolded her several times already, but eventually gave up the fight and let her do whatever so long as she didn’t break something.

 

“Interested in medicine, are you?” The nurse inquires, glancing towards Clare with half of her eyes.

 

The cat in question turns around, holding an odd device in her paw and grinning lewdly. Squeezing a lever, the device expanded and then contracted back when she let go. Savannah recoils slightly from the thing in Clare’s paws, and you simply tilt your head in wonder at what it was before the realization hit you.

 

“A little, but med school is so time consuming, you know?” Clare says as she fiddles with the thing in her paw. “Besides, I have a pretty fun job now.”

 

“Oh, and what’s that?”

 

“Well~ She and I,” the cheshire says, pointing to Savannah, “are truckers! Oh, and him too,” she added, gesturing to you.

 

“Uh-huh… so you’re a trio, then?”

 

“Yeah, we are,” Savannah grumbles, taking over for Clare.

 

“So how did… truckers get all cut up like this?”

 

The room fell silent. You looked away and scratched at your cheek. Clare became very interested with the thing in her paw and then a shelf. That left Savannah to answer.

 

“Long story. Ain’t tellin’.”

 

“Hmm, is that so?” The nurse says curiously, eying all of you like you were hoodlums involved in a street fight.

 

Well, that wouldn’t be so far from the truth in a way.

 

Nothing more is said, and the nurse works methodically to finish up the sutures. Savannah winces every time her skin is pierced with the needle, but is otherwise attempting to maintain a strong facade. Occasionally her eyes drift over to you and tremble ever so slightly. You give her some reassuring pats on her thigh, and she gives you a little smile in return.

 

Finally, the nurse finishes up the last suture. “Alright. I’ll return shortly with your IV and a few other things. Your shoulder and wing are both nice and sewn up now,” she says with a happy chirp.

 

Savannah gives a long sigh and pulls her gown back up over her shoulder. “That’s fine. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

 

As the arachnee exits the room with many quiet steps, Clare gives Savannah a sidelong glance and brandishes the thing in her hands. She then grins and takes purposeful, slow steps towards Savannah.

 

“Get the hell away from me with that, that thing!” Savannah protests, inching back further on the bed and squeezing her legs together. Even the tip of her tail is clamping down tight as she swings it around behind her.

 

The whole thing is rather fascinating in a way. Why is Savannah afraid of a speculum? You’re tempted to simply watch events play out, but it’d be best to stamp things out before they got out of hand. The nurse would not likely appreciate coming back to Clare spreading Savannah open. Or worse.

 

Darting up from the chair, you snatch the speculum from Clare’s paw and retreat back a few steps.

 

“Wha-? Hey!” Clare bemoans as if she was a child who just had a toy taken from her. She even stomps a foot paw down on the tile in a huff.

 

Savannah relaxes some, flashing you a relieved smile that turns back to a scowl when she returns her gaze to Clare.

 

You ask why Savannah is afraid of the device. You wouldn’t expect her to be quite so unnerved by such an innocuous thing. Especially given her… habits. And experience.

 

“And jus’ what’s that supposed ta mean,” she says while crossing her arms.

 

Clare snickers and takes a few steps towards you and pats your shoulder a few times.“Nyahaha! Savannah always gets all kinds of sore whenever she goes to the lady doctor,” she says, looking at the manticore sideways.

 

“Well no shit I get sore. Not like ya enjoy it or anythin’.”

 

Clare rolls her eyes, then leans in towards you. She suppresses another snicker before whispering into your ear. “They spread her tail open, too.”

 

Uh-huh. Is that so?

 

Speaking a little louder, you ask what exactly is so bad about the thing as you fiddle with it. Tumbling it in your hand, it’s not that large. Hell, you’ve fisted her tail before and she seemed to love it.

 

“Hey! Don’t be talkin’ ‘bout that all casually… An’ anyways, it’s ’cause it ain’t like I’m turned on when they stuff it inside. Here, look.”

 

Savannah’s tail ceases its anxious wavering and she takes the end into her paws then points the opening at you. The fleshy flower opens slightly, revealing its insides. Compared to what you’ve used to seeing, it looks kind of dry. Still moist, but not the drooling honeypot you’ve become accustomed with.

 

“Don’t forget down here!” Clare chimes in, taking a fast step forward.

 

Before Savannah can react, the cat flips her gown up to reveal the manticore’s vulva. Naturally, your eyes focus in on her tucked-in lips nestled between her luscious thighs. Sure enough - she’s entirely dry - a most rare occurrence for the woman who can turn into a waterfall. She gasps, then fixes Clare with an annoyed stared as the cat titters and retreats to hide behind you.

 

A little bit of moisture makes itself known on the rim of the manticore’s tail along with the barest of a blush on Savannah’s face. Seems Clare isn’t the only one with a bit of an exhibitionist side to her.

 

Savannah adjusts her gown back into place and her tail resumes its anxious dance above her. “S-so yea, it hurts ‘cause it’s dry. It’d be like someone putting a plastic bottle on your dick or somethin’ and jerkin’ ya off without any lube.”

 

The thought does makes you cringe as you set the thing back on the shelf Clare snatched it off of.

 

Mercifully, the arachnee returns through the curtain just as Clare opens her mouth. The spider’s appearance quells the cat’s words, sparing you and Savannah from whatever she was going to say or do.

 

Though you kind of wanted to ask Clare about her visits, considering her unique circumstances. …When exactly did you become comfortable enough around these two to talk about such things? Returning to your seat, you settle down and think about what exactly the dynamic duo has done to your mind.

 

~

 

Savannah was given her IV and then transferred out of the ER to a room for the night. Unfortunately the room was a double and there was another patient in the other bed. Clare, ever the curious one, had poked her head through the curtain that surrounded the bed. And you, despite your protests that she needed to respect the privacy of others, took a look yourself. Something about curiosity and cats was at play here. Though your actions were completely and totally under the pretense of getting Clare’s attention and making her behave.

 

Maybe you’ve just been in this city for too long. You’re actually disappointed when it’s just a normal human woman lying on the bed. She’s on her back with arms folded across her chest. Long black hair is tucked underneath her, and she’s rather on the thin side. The woman is hooked up to the basics – EKG, breathing monitor, and an IV.

 

“Hmm, wonder what she’s in here for?” Clare says loudly, tilting her head as she speaks.

 

No reaction from the woman, despite Clare’s volume.

 

There’s a rustle of the curtain as Clare suddenly retreats. Wondering what she’s up to, you feel a poke on your behind. As you turn around, Savannah’s tail retracts back to lie at her side like a serpent. “Y’all need ta quit bein’ so nosy,” she says, as if admonishing children.

 

You and Clare both apologize meekly, as if being scolded by your mother.

 

Savannah’s tail flicks up and down slightly after a long silence where she stares at you with an increasingly curious look. “So uh, who is it?”

 

“Just some human woman,” Clare responds as she settles down into a chair.

 

Yeah, you add. She appears to be unconscious or in a coma or something. Or maybe just a really deep sleeper.

 

The manticore frowns and looks over at the curtain. Her tail flicks a few more times until she shrugs. “Well whatever. At least she won’t be trouble.”

 

~

 

Small talk makes up the rest of the evening. Reminiscing and laughing about things that’d happened and the like. Curiously, when you mentioned how you wanted to take a vacation, they both seemed to be rather uninterested in the idea. They wouldn’t say why, but you suspect it had to do with money. Which did kind of make you feel like a bum – more so than usual. You’d just need to save up your wages and treat them at some point in the future.

 

A nurse had come by after a few hours passed, telling you all that the visitation hours had ended. But, with some fast pleading from Clare and a few fake tears, she’d managed to convince the nurse to let you and her stay at Savannah’s side. So long as you behaved yourselves. You and Clare swore to be on your bestest behavior. The nurse seemed suspicious, but left the room.

 

Clare eventually nodded off in the chair, leaving you and Savannah to talk quietly. She doesn’t last too much longer herself and drifts off to sleep while holding your hand in her paw. Left to yourself, you nestled up into your own chair and let the quiet calm of the room lull you to sleep.

 

~

 

Cracking your eyes open and blinking sleepily, the first thing you notice is that the room is still dark and quiet. Following that is the sensation of having some serious morning wood. Only there’s something else. Something wet and wild. Casting a one-eyed glance at Clare, she’s still dozing – though she’s packing her own wood that’s tenting the hell out of her denim shorts. Turning to the other side, Savannah is asleep as well, tail stowed at her side.

 

You shudder as a wave of pleasure rolls through you, snapping both eyes wide open as you realize that your pants are down around your knees. And there’s definitely something on your cock. But it’s very faint and bluish. There’s a human face with its eyes closed and head rolled back, but also what appear to be long, pointed ears and multiple, spectral tails. The head and tails are attached a naked body, and there are certainly some large breasts attached to said body and they’re certainly swinging up and down to match her stride as she hoists herself up then slides down.

 

Groping out with your hands, your fingers simply pass through the transparent, bluish thing as if it wasn’t there. And yet the sensation on your cock is certainly in tune with her pace as she rides you. For something you can’t touch, it feels pretty damn good. Looking downward, you can see the skin on your cock shifting and moving as her intangible folds somehow caress you.

 

In the seconds that you’ve been awake, you’ve come to the conclusion that a ghost is raping you. A ghost is riding you, without making a sound. You’re pretty sure it’s a ghost, anyways. Some sort of kitsune wraith. It just had to be a kitsune again, didn’t it? Was that fluffy-tailed harlot from before killed by the dragon, and now her vengeful spirit haunted you?

 

Of course. That was the logical thing - no wait that’s absolutely retarded there’s still a fucking ghost fox fucking you in a hospital and what the fuck is going on are you going to lose your soul and it’s a real actual ghost!

 

The last of your mental defense mechanisms fall away. You let out a shrill, girlish cry and stand up with a start, nearly knocking the chair over. The ghost gives no fucks and remains glued to your crotch, riding you as if you were still sitting down.

 

Stumbling backwards and swiping at the ghost-kitsune in vain, she finally appears to take notice of the fact that you’re no longer a sleeping rape victim. Her eyes open and she smiles at you. Yet, her ghost hips never stop. In fact, she seems to take delight in your actions as you try to push her off you, bringing a hand to her mouth and laughing silently as your hands pass through her and trail a lingering blue flame with them.

 

Your earlier shrill cry woke Clare up, and now she’s staring at you like you’re crazy. “What the hell are you screaming and jerking off about?”

 

You stare back at her open mouthed, pointing desperately at the ghost that’s raping you and giggling about it.

 

Clare looks at your cock for a moment, then back at you. “Yes, that’s your dick. What about it?”

 

Oh, good. Apparently she can’t see the ghost. In your incoherent fright, you manage to mumble out that you need help. Badly. Like now, because you can’t take it anymore.

 

The cat quirks an eyebrow, focusing her eyes on your raging erection. She then takes notice of her own tent. Seems she thinks you want her help for your ‘problem,’ based on her blossoming grin.

 

You shake your head and tell her that she doesn’t understand. Unfortunately you also gasp and your hips shudder as the ephemeral kitsune increases her pace. The spirit flashes you a bright, happy, ghostly smile.

 

Clare licks her lips when you inadvertently thrust your hips towards her. “Oh, I understand alright, you naughty boy~”

 

She’s on you in a flash. Pressing you against the wall, she drops to her knees and looks up at you with bright, shining eyes. Her mouth is wide-open and her tongue hanging out as she takes your length into her mouth, into her throat, then seals her lips around you. Now you can say with complete confidence you know what it’s like to have an incorporeal kitsune rape you while a Cheshire cat sucks you off. Is that something to be proud of? You’re not sure.

 

The pale blue ghost’s eyes open in surprise and she looks down through herself; Clare’s head is taking up the space where the kitsune’s hips should be. Then there are two sets of eyes on you. Clare is still looking up at you with a smile in her eyes as she sucks and runs her rough tongue all across you. The ghost is smirking as her hips gyrate and grind against you. She doesn’t seem to care that someone else is on you as well. If anything, it looks like she’s enjoying it.

 

Clare’s paws have already taken her shorts and underwear off, and now she’s stroking herself as gives you a blowjob.

 

Standing and pinned against a wall, all you can do is laugh crazily. This is all just too much to deal with. Before you know what hit you, your eyes cross and your laugh turns to a low moan as you climax despite all your fear and confusion from the ghost and clare combination. The ghost clings tightly to you as you cum; it feels incredibly different, like the ghost is taking something from you as you ejaculate.

 

Your moan turns to a fear-filled cry as you start gibbering about how your soul is being siphoned out of your dick like it’s a straw and how you don’t want to die and please someone do something.

 

Gulping noisily as she drinks down your seed, Clare gives you a pleasant expression like you’ve just complimented her. With one final lick along your length she releases you from her mouth and then licks her lips clean of the few drops of semen that dribbled out and down her chin.

 

“Siphoning your soul out? Are my mouth and throat really that good?” Clare purrs out with a lewd smile, still stroking herself.

 

The ghost on you appears to be quite satisfied herself. She also appears to have bit more… substance about her; you can make out her features much more clearly now. When she laughs you think you can hear her voice. Something definitely happened here. Good or bad, you don’t yet know. On the bright side, at least she’s no longer raping you.

 

Clare stands and places her paws on either side of your head against the wall and moves in to kiss you. “I hope you’ll return the favor,” she says softly, continuing to purr.

 

Damn it Clare, you begin to say.

 

But, just before you can shove her off and try to get her to understand, she stops of her own accord. Kind of. Her face is twisted in confusion. The she looks down at herself. “What the fuck is this shit!?” She shouts, leaping away from you and the wall.

 

Looks like the kitsune is clinging tightly to her now. You can still see the spectral woman, and she’s clearly pumping her wide, non-existent hips up and down on Clare with a wild, lustful look in her transparent eyes.

 

This, you say as you pinch the bridge of your nose, is what you needed help with. Though as you look at Clare while she swipes at herself futility, you wonder if there’s anything you could do. Or if there was anything she could have done for you. Maybe sucking you off was for the best since it got you to cum faster and got the ghost off of you.

 

The cat’s wild eyes snap to you. “Do something!”

 

You take one shuffled step forward before a bellow stops you in your tracks. “Jus’ what in the actual fuck are ya two doin’?”

 

Savannah is upright and scowling furiously. “Are ya two really fuckin’ at a time like this? And leavin’ me outta it?!”

 

Hearing Savannah’s voice, Clare attempts to turn around from you to the manticore, but winds up stumbling awkwardly into, and then over, the chair and falls to the floor. As she rolls around on the ground the ghost kitsune remains affixed to her cock, clipping through the chair and floor and whatever else as she pumps her hips and grinds her ghostpussy on Clare’s dick.

 

Despite it all. The fear, surprise - the angry manticore - your lips curl into the barest hints of a smile as you watch Clare cry and roll about the floor while being ghost-raped.

 

Through great effort you manage to tear your eyes off Clare and to focus on Savannah. Her eyes narrow and her tail lifts up over her head as if poised to strike once your eyes meet. Before you can say anything her tailpussy thrusts forward, and you narrowly avoid it by throwing yourself sideways to the ground.

 

“The fuck did ya dodge for?!”

 

From your position on the floor you do your best to explain what’s going on, but your feeble attempts only serve to stoke the flames of Savannah’s anger.

 

“Ghost? Ghost?! Are ya fuckin’ with me?!” She growls, striking at you again with her tail. You manage to catch the thing just before it envelopes you as a man would catch a sword swinging down at him.

 

Managing to get yourself to a standing position, you shamble forward towards Savannah with your pants and underwear around your ankles and her tail firmly in your grip. She tugs back on it like a fishing rod, nearly toppling you forward several times.

 

You do your best to put on your serious face and re-explain things. Clare continues to writhe about on the floor, moaning as the ghost-fox rides her. Between your new explanation and Clare’s apparent good time despite nothing touching her, Savannah appears to at least consider your words as she continues to try to pull her tail from your grip.

 

Remembering that shooting your load got the specter off of you, you ask Savannah if she can give Clare a good milking to end her anguish. The manticore lets out a long sigh through her nose.

 

“Yer serious, ain’t ya?” She says with a bit of pout. “I’d rather milk you darlin’…”

 

Sadly, any attempts from Savannah to appear affectionate are torn to shreds by the yowling beast on the floor. “Holy hell! What are you two doing?! Get this fucking thing off meeEEE!” Clare shouts, her voice going high as the ghost shifts on her.

 

Savannah groans and hoists herself out of the bed, mindful of the various cables still attached to her. “What the hell is goin’ on?” she mumbles to herself while sighing yet again. “Alright. Hold her still, will ya?”

 

You release her tail and Savannah positions it above the pleasure-and-fear-drunk Cheshire. You drop down and grab onto Clare’s legs, and as you do so the ghost turns to you and smiles, then begins leaning towards you. You recoil as her mouth moves to yours, but manage to sort of keep Clare still long enough for Savannah to do her thing.

 

Like a bolt of lightning the tail thrusts down and takes the cat to the base in one smooth motion. As with you, the ghost seems to only become curious when another object passes through her to take hold of the cock she’s riding.

 

And, as with you, Clare is now experiencing having some ghost cunt and physical pleasure at the same time. You can’t help but think she got the better deal here, given that the cat’s mouth is no match for Savannah’s tail. Especially considering how much she’s bucking her hips upwards. Finally, Clare bites her lower lip and her eyes roll upwards in her head as a long moan escapes her throat and her hips surge upward one last time.

 

The temptation to try out the ghost and tailpussy combo is so terribly strong. You can’t recall the last time Clare had an orgasm that blissful.

 

She trembles with every spurt as she releases all her kittycream into Savannah’s tail and maybe kind of the ghost. You have no idea what’s going on with the ghostpussy, but you’re pretty sure Clare had to have experienced the same thing you did when you came. Hard to tell though, since she’s simply collapsed onto the ground with a look of complete and utter satisfaction on her face. She could at least not have her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

 

Dismounting from the cat cock, the ghost kitsune is much more visible now. Instead of a faint, barely visible wisp she’s now a very distinct, bright blue poltergeist, complete with several transparent., pseudofluffy tails. And she’s staring at you. And now she’s shifting over towards you.

 

You scuttle backwards away from her as she drifts lazily in your direction. With panic in your eyes you turn to Savannah, but the manticore simply looks perplexed. You cry out that the ghost is coming back to you and that you would really like it if she saved you.

 

“The fuck do ya want me to do? I can’t see shit!” Savannah growls, looking through the empty air where you’re wildly gesturing.

 

She pokes around the space with her tail and successfully scythes through the ghost, but there’s no indication that she knew she made contact with the blue, transparent kitsune. The ghost, however, seems annoyed by the action and shoots Savannah an unhappy look before returning to her slow, meandering drift towards you.

 

In a last ditch effort you ask the ghost what she wants as you skitter backwards on your ass across the floor with your pants still around your ankles.

 

She giggles, now quite audible, and points at you. She lifts her hands up into the air and wiggles her fingers and tails in your direction. Why, you plead, why must she torment you with her ghostly wiles?

 

“Torment?” She inquires, cocking her head. “Do not try to deceive me. I know men enjoy sex.”

 

Oh, wow. She actually spoke. Wait, was she speaking before? Maybe you should’ve tried talking with her earlier instead of just shouting at things. For some reason, being able to speak with her really takes the edge off the fear. Now you’re just a bit on the perturbed side of things. It’s still spooky, after all.

 

Yes, you reply, stammering a little. It’s fun, but not when it’s a ghost raping you while you sleep.

 

You glance towards Savannah, hoping maybe she’ll back you up. Instead, she simply regards you with the same worried expression someone might have when watching a schizophrenic talk to themselves. Thanks, Savannah.

 

Clare is still recovering from her sudden, forceful ordeal. Her tongue is still hanging out and one of her feet is twitching slightly. She’s about useless at this point.

 

No longer approaching you menacingly, the ghost-fox is now sitting in the air, one leg draped over the other with her arms crossed. You didn’t really think it was possible for a ghost to be smug. Every day with Savannah and Clare seems to bring about experiences you never even considered.

 

“I will have you know I am not a ghost!” The not-ghost says with a degree of exasperation. “You have been saying that all the time tonight. Frankly, it is wearing on my last nerve.”

 

Okay, you respond. So you’re not a ghost. Then what are you?

 

“Can you not tell?” She says with a ‘ hmph,’ performing a little flourish in the air with her tails. “Why, I am Kashikoi no Hime, and I am a Kitsune-bi.” She then covers her mouth with a hand and laughs daintily. “Oh ho ho…”

 

And what exactly, is a fucking Kitsune-bi? And why is she laughing like that?

 

Kashikoi no Hime looks at you with shock clear on her face. “You mean you do not know? Dear me, what passes for education these days…”

 

Look, Kashikoi no Hime, you begin. No wait, fuck that. Don’t you have a shorter name?

 

She scowls at you, then gives a resigned sigh. “Fine, I suppose it is a bit much to expect someone such as /you/ to be able to speak my full name. You may call me Kashi.”

 

Okay, Kashi, you resume. Just fucking explain what a Kitsune-bi is.

 

Kashi taps a foot idly in the air, then sort of shifts herself so she’s lying on her stomach. In the air. Her ghostly tails dance around, leaving trails of blue, wispy fire. “Simply put, I am desire made manifest. You saw the woman in the other bed, did you not?”

 

You nod your head and shoot Savannah another glance. She seems to be thinking of something on her own.

 

“Poor thing,” Kashi says while clucking her tongue. The Kitsune-bi looks like someone who’s lamenting a terrible misfortune that’s befallen a dear friend. “She was so repressed in her sexuality. Her latent desire drew me to her, so I then possessed her and gave her the confidence and ability satisfy those desires.”

 

Kashi beams to herself and once again covers her mouth and does an ‘Oh ho ho’ laugh before looking at you. “I am such a kind spirit, am I not?”

 

Yeah, sure. So what, you made her rape people or something? And then why did she rape you?

 

“That’s… Well, yes. She was a wild one, but she was still human. The strain of such vigorous activity wore her greatly. I had to use a bit of my own power to keep her together until she was brought here.”

 

Great. So she possessed someone and then nearly killed her through rape. What a kind spirit no wait more like what a turboslut.

 

“Who’re ya callin’ a turboslut?” Savannah chimes in, looking unhappy.

 

No – not her. The Kitsune-bi, you reply while pointing at Kashi.

 

The turboslut is not terribly pleased with your accusation. Her face is twisted in disgust and now she’s standing in the air, pointing right back at you. “How rude! I will have you know I take the utmost care with my charges. She was just… Just a little more frail than what I am used to. That is all. Now, for example,” she says, trailing off and looking towards Savannah, “she is more my speed. See? Watch!”

 

And just like that, Kashi propels herself straight into Savannah, trailing ephemeral blue flames through the air. The manticore’s eyes shoot wide before closing and she slumps against the bed, but manages to catch and steady herself.

 

And then you notice large blue, fox-like ears that overlay Savannah’s natural ears. Most horrifyingly of all, however, is that instead of kitsune tails, she has several ghostly tailpussies in addition to her own real one. You don’t like where this is going. Not one bit.

 

When Savannah’s eyes open, they have a hint of inner fire to them, dying her irises purple as her natural vermillion tint mixes with the blue of the fox.

 

“What’s… what’s happening?” Savannah strains to speak as she covers her head with her other paw.

 

 “What the whatthefuckisgoingonareyouokaySavannah?!” Clare shouts.

 

Oh good, she’s finally on her feet. And she’s had the presence of mind to pull her shorts back up.

 

You casually mention that Savannah has been possessed by the kitsune-bi - the ghost thing that sexed her up a few minutes ago.

 

Clare moves towards her friend, but suddenly one of the spectral tails strikes at the cat. Good thing she has her built-in abilities – she dodges back a short distance using her teleportation. Pale, dripping flames hang in the air for a moment before fading to nothingness as the tail returns to wave and dance at Savannah’s side.

 

“Hoh! You are rather nimble,” Savannah says.

 

It’s her voice. But those certainly aren’t her words. Savannah too suddenly looks very confused and unsure of what’s going on. But then her face flashes to some sort of haughty mask.

 

“To be expected of a cat, I suppose. Though you are just full of surprises,” the manticore says, eying Clare’s crotch.

 

You and Clare share a glance before returning your stares to Savannah. Her haughty mask vanishes, now replaced by one of anger.

 

“Hey! Don’t ya be talkin’ with my body!”

 

“Oh ho ho! My, but you are just full to the brim with desire! How /do/ you contain it all?”

 

“The fuck ya talkin’ about?!”

 

“You know /exactly/ what I speak of, my dear.”

 

During the exchange with herself, Savannah’s face alternates between what you’ve come to expect and love from the big girl, and to one that is more befitting some kind of wealthy, pampered girl. Then, more troubling still is when she sort of grabs and shakes herself.

 

“Quit… possessin’ me, ya fuckin’ ghost!”

 

 “But this is just too good to pass up! Come on now, there are two cocks in here just waiting to be milked! Hop to it!”

 

Her actual tail and the kitsune-bi’s imitation tailpussies fan out and strike once again at you and Clare. They fail to even come close to Clare as she darts away, but unfortunately for you and your non-monster human body, you can’t escape four tails at once. It’s good then that they stop just before they all plunge onto your dick. You think it’s good, anyways. Maybe just a little ghost tailpussy wouldn’t be too bad.

 

Either way, they’re frozen in place.

 

And there’s Savannah, absolutely livid and straining fiercely against something. Herself?

 

“Don’t ya dare suck either of them, ya, ya turboslut!”

 

“Are you calling /me/ a turboslut? Why you impudent, saggy manticore!”

 

“Saggy?!” Savannah shouts at herself. Then she slaps herself across the face.

 

Clare is simply standing slack-jawed. One of her eyes twitches and she gives you a very confused smile. The sort of smile someone wears when faced when an incomprehensible situation. “What the fuck is going on?”

 

You respond that it would appear Savannah is fighting against her possessor.

 

“Right! I can see that. But, what the fuck do we do?” Clare shouts and gestures wildly at Savannah.

 

Fuck if you know.

 

“Hey, that hurt! Why would you strike yourself?” Savannah says. To herself.

 

“So ya can feel it! Hah!”

 

She then punches herself in the gut and lets out a pained groan.

 

“S, stop that right this instant!”

 

The spectral tails flare out and wrap themselves around her own arms to restrain herself. Some of the free tails then coil around the tails that are around her arms and you have no idea what’s going on.

 

“Like hell! Get outta me!”

 

Attempting to seize on an opportunity, Clare moves forward towards Savannah. To what end you’re not sure, but you decide to help her by approaching Savannah from the other side. Maybe you can hold her arms so the tails will fight amongst themselves or something.

 

Just as Clare touches Savannah’s arm, something shifts in the manticore and her face twists into a triumphant grin. “Got you, little kitty mine!”

 

A handful of tails break free from the clusterfuck and slam into Clare’s crotch. They phase through her shorts like they weren’t even there. The cat lets out a terrified yelp that quickly changes to a pleased groan. She goes cross-eyed, shivers and twitches, then falls to the ground with the tails still firmly affixed.

 

Fuck, they got Clare.

 

“Untail her, you fuckin’ ghost whore!” Savannah roars, fully extending her real tail. The spines quickly withdraw as it whistles around like a whip and strikes her own legs. The manticore falls to the ground, pulling out all her various cables. You also hear an unhealthy sound as her head strikes the gurney. Her eyes flash, dazed, before closing and she slumps to the ground. Her hospital gown flutters up over her head, leaving her naked from the waist down.

 

“I, er, uh,” Clare begins to mumble as she stands. Her face is completely flushed, and once again her shorts are pulled quite taut.

 

She staggers over to you as you both look down at Savannah. You give her an exploratory tap with your foot, but she shows no response. It’s then that you notice the machine she was hooked up to is letting out a low, solid tone and a call light is blinking rapidly.

 

Clare notices as well, and she practically leaps over Savannah to hit it.

 

“What’s wrong in there? Mrs. Stahl’s EKG is coming up flat,” a voice sounds out from a small speaker next to the button.

 

“Er, nothing. She just rolls a lot in her sleep. That’s all.” Clare says, not entirely convincingly.

 

“Hrm, is that so? Well I’ll be there in a minute to hook her back up.”

 

The cheshire bites her lip and cringes, then looks down at the unconscious manticore. “We gotta get her back into bed!”

 

Your face mirrors Clare’s, but you agree and the two of you move to either side of Savannah. Hoisting the thick manticore onto the bed is no easy task. You both labor, grunt, strain, and sweat as you flop her onto the mattress.

 

Then the nurse walks in and flicks on the light. And discovers you and Clare very close to Savannah atop the bed with her. You don’t have any pants or underwear on. Clare’s erection is practically bursting free. Savannah’s gown is still over her head, and she’s lying on her back spread eagle with one leg hanging off.

 

The nurse simply freezes in place and blinks. For a succubus she sure is blushing a lot from what she’s seeing.

 

“W-w-what are you doing?!” She stammers. “T-this is completely unacceptable!”

 

Suddenly aware of your nakedness, you rush over to your pants and don them with remarkable speed. Clare slinks down, and takes a few steps towards the succunurse.

 

“It’s, well, a long story?” She says, scratching herself behind the ear.

 

The nurse is having none of it and takes an equal amount of steps backwards, staring at Clare’s tent. “And they call me a demon?!” She gasps out. “Back, you foul beast!”

 

Clare stops in her tracks; her eyes drop the floor and she visibly slumps.

 

This really is just way too much shit to deal with right now, but deal with you must. Now with pants on, you step up boldly to the nurse and explain that Clare is neither beast nor demon. She’s just a special, loveable girl.

 

The cheshire’s smile returns to her face.

 

One problem down.

 

Laying your hands across the nurse’s shoulders, you ask her if she’s even heard of something called a kitsune-bi before. She shakes her head. “No? What’s that? And why haven’t you explained what you were doing? I am going to call security-“

 

You stop her by giving her a good shake. Listen, you say. Savannah has been possessed by a kitsune-bi. There’s been a lot of crazy shit going on. You need someone that knows what they are so you can remove it from your friend.

 

The succnurse simply cracks a nervous smile and looks past you at the unfortunate manticore.

 

“How is her being possessed related to you clamoring all over her without any pants on? And why isn’t she waking up?”

 

Calmly, and with a bit of help from Clare, you give the nurse a brief rundown of everything that happened. Surprisingly, the nurse seems to actually listen to you.

 

“I, I can’t say I’m familiar with that manner of spirit. But o-okay, I will contact the chaplain.” She says. You release her shoulders. Then, with a nervous smile, she turns about and walks out of the room.

 

You and Clare both let out long, pent-up sighs. Then your breath catches in your throat as you hear Savannah groan. Both of you rush to Savannah’s side as she tosses about groggily. The phantom tails remain motionless; as far as you can tell only her corporal body is currently active.

 

“Let’s get outta here,” she says weakly, grabbing onto your arm with a paw. “Don’t want no priest ‘n guards.”

 

She’s still looking rather dazed. You ask her who’s speaking right now. Savannah or Kashi?

 

The manticore closes an eye. “Does it matter? Think of all the shit they’ll put me through.”

 

Your eyes meet Clare’s. She’s just as confused as you.

 

Part 5

 

You ask Savannah again if she’s sure. There’s the infection and all that other stuff to worry about. Like being possessed. Sticking around to take care of that little ailment might be a good idea.

 

“Yeah,” she says wearily, rubbing the back of her head. “I’ll be fine…ish. This ghost ain’t got shit on me.”

 

But, you say, the ghost has got shit on her. She’s been possessed after all. Savannah simply scowls at you. “I’ll deal with her m’self.”

 

Looking to Clare to be a voice of reason, she instead just shrugs. “Those religious types can get a liiiittle zealous,” she says, tilting her head back and forth in thought. “Who knows what they’d do to Savannah?”

 

All you can do is sigh. Giving Savannah a look over, she’s more or less back to normal. The spectral tails are still dormant, so that’s one bright point. Won’t have to worry about those for the time being.

 

Reluctantly you agree to help her escape, and ask if she can stand up.

 

“Don’t see why not,” Savannah mutters, then swings both her legs over the edge of the bed. “See, nothin’ to-“

 

Clare leaps across with cat-like reflexes to grab hold of Savannah’s shoulders and you just barley manage to catch her by the waist as her legs give like wet noodles. Savannah shakes her head, then blinks at you with hazy eyes. Either she got a concussion from her earlier fall or it’s something to do with the kitsune-bi. Could be a combination of both. So much for walking, but then nothing is ever easy.

 

“Sorry,” Savannah whispers. “Guess I ain’t all there yet.”

 

“Don’t worry about it,” Clare responds with a grunt, helping you heft the manticore back up onto the gurney. “You’ve been through quiiiite a lot.”

 

Well then. What now, you ask. Won’t be long until a horde of people come back, likely wielding various charms and other such to drive out the demon inside Savannah. Though, thinking about it, an exorcism could be fun to watch. How many people can say they’ve witnessed one? You’d get to watch that smug look on the kitsune-bi’s face vanish as she’s driven out.

 

Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be quite so much fun. Terrifying, even. Savannah’s head might start spinning and then she’d start throwing up all over the place and then you’re not sure you could still love her under those circumstances. Even worse, what if her tail did the same thing? Spewing some kind of chunky green soup like a hose, dousing you as she laughs in some kind of twisted, demonic tongue and threatens to ride you until your pelvis turns to dust, if only she could break the bonds that keep her milking you until you’re a withered mummy.

 

Getting her out of her doesn’t sound like such a bad idea after all.

 

Clare is looking rather contemplative, glancing around the room with her paws on her hips. She looks at you for a moment with her mouth hooked into a half frown – until a flash of inspiration strikes her and she’s smiling like, well, a cheshire cat.

 

She makes for the doorway in a flurry of steps and peeks out into the hall. “I think I’ve got just the idea,” she says excitedly, looking over her shoulder at you with a mischievous smirk. “

 

What, like steal a nurse uniform and walk the gurney down the hallway?

 

Clare looks at you in shock. “How’d you know?!”

 

Another sigh escapes your lips and you hang your head. For a moment you want to tell her it’s stupid, but honestly, it’s the only thing. Hell, with her unique talents she might be able to pull it off. May as well try. Not like there’s anything else you can think of.

 

Fine, go ahead, you say. It’s either that or tailpussy soup.

 

“Tailpussy soup?” Clare asks, cocking a confused eyebrow.

 

Er, never mind. Just hurry up and get a uniform, you say, making a point to look away from her lest she inquire further.

 

Though not exactly satisfied by your response, she acknowledges that time is of the essence. Disrobing in her usual speedy fashion, she disappears, quite literally, out into the hallway. With a bit of presence of mind, you scoop up her clothes and heap them atop Savannah.

 

“Yer great idea to get me outta here is to have her dress up as a nurse? An’ what the fuck is ‘tailpussy soup?”

 

Don't worry about the soup, you say. And if she has a better plan, you’d be glad to hear it.

 

Savannah grumbles. “Fair ‘nuff. Hope she’s quick about it, though.”

 

You hum your agreement. Looking over Savannah yet again, along with the spectral tails, a question forms in your mind.

 

“Huh? What it feels like?” Savannah asks.

 

Sure, you respond, not every day someone is possessed.

 

She tilts her head and thinks for a moment. “I guess comparin’ it ta bein’ pregnant wouldn’t do ya much good,” she says with a sly smirk. “I can tell there’s… somethin’ else in me. Oh, and when she was fightin’ with me? Was like bein’ a puppet or somethin’.”

 

No… murderous or ghostly impulses?

 

Savannah shakes her head and snorts. “Naw, don’t wanna kill ya. Though when she was, er, active or whatever, it was hard ta fight the temptation ta milk ya two dry,” she says, raising her tailpussy up for emphasis before coiling it atop Clare’s clothes. “Didn’t know it could itch so much.”

 

The kitsune-bi did mention she was some sort of manifestation of desire. Still, Savannah has sex almost every day, supposedly with the two people she loves most. Seems odd she has enough bottled up desire to attract the ghost’s interest.

 

Feeling rather candid, you ask Savannah if you’re not giving it to her hard enough or something.

 

She scratches at her cheek with a paw. “It… naw, yer great, honest. But, it has been a while since we’ve gone at it all day n night. I was plannin’ on today maybe, but…” Savannah glances down at the ghostly things still attached to her.

 

But this happened, you finish. Giving her paw a reassuring pat, you tell her there will be time for a non-stop fuckathon later, bringing a smile to the manticore’s face. Plus, since she’s so /banged up/, you and Clare can do all the work.

 

Savannah rolls her eyes then looks at you with an earnest smile. Well, it was earnest until Savannah’s imagination kicked in and now she’s peering at you like a wolf would spy a rabbit in a trap. Did one of the ghost tails just move?

 

The click of heel on tile draws your focus away from the tails and towards the hallway. For a moment you worry it’s the return of the succubus nurse, but you realize there’s no accompanying footsteps. Sure enough, Clare appears in the doorway, looking rather happy with herself.

 

Like the succubus, Clare’s wearing a white, tight outfit with a short-sleeved button-up blouse and a skirt that only goes down to her mid-thigh. It would seem she wasn’t able to locate something quite in her size; her large bust and hips strain the fabric noticeably, causing it to hug and accentuate her every feature and curve – including a somewhat noticeable bulge.

 

A cute little hat with a red on it caps her head, little cut-outs made in it so it can fit securely between her ears. Probably the best part of the outfit, however, are the heels Clare found. Rather than a whole shoe that would fit over her sizeable fluffy feet, it’s more like a perch bound to her heel with straps of leather.

 

Clare attempts to enter with a flourish, but the effect falls more than a little flat due to her flourish turning into an awkward stumble into the wall with a thud. “Fucking hell how do women walk in these,” she hisses out, her smile instantly breaking into a frown.

 

Behind you Savannah snorts and snickers, drawing a glare from the graceless feline.

 

First time wearing heels, you ask.

 

“Not my first time, but yeah,” Clare sighs, shoulders slumping. “Not really used to girly stuff.”

 

Well, you say, the heels and dress look great on her. Especially the way the slightly-too-small outfit hugs everything.

 

Shooting Savannah a look over your shoulder that says she needs to follow along, the manticore coughs loudly. “Er yeah, the nurse outfit looks… very sexy,” she says, taking in an eyeful of the cat. Perhaps unconsciously she licks her upper lip.

 

Another ghostly tail twitched. Wait, two twitched this time.

 

“Well, thanks,” Clare says, a smile returning to her face. She looks down at herself, shifting and turning this way and that. “Maybe I ought to keep this,” she says, her tone decidedly more sultry. “Who knows when you two might need an injection~”

 

Twitch twitch. You’re sure the ghost tails are coming back to life. Assuming it’s accurate to say a ghostly appendage could come to life. It would appear they’re linked to lewd thoughts, if you had to hazard a guess. Twitch. Things need to happen like now before it’s too late.

 

Okay, you nearly shout in a start. Time to escape.

 

“Wait a sec, what about you?” Clare asks, focusing on you with a worried face.

 

What do you mean, you ask.

 

“Your clothes and stuff.”

 

Looking down at yourself, it dawns on you what she’s talking about: Why would a plainclothes person be walking around the hospital at this hour with a patient and a nurse? Maybe you could find an outfit or something. Will there be enough time? Doubtful.

 

“Ah, I’ve got an idea,” Clare says, hitting a fist into an open palm. “Savannah, spread your legs!”

 

“W-what? This ain’t the time fer that,” Savannah says, her eyebrows cresting high. Twitchy twitch.

 

Clare smirks and shakes her head. “No, not like that. I mean, this bed looks big enough… You, get between her legs! We’ll just throw a couple blankets over the top of the both of you. No one will notice!”

 

You and Savannah share a worried look. A dumb plan just got dumber. “Go ahead,” Savannah says, covering her face with a paw. “What’ve we got ta lose?”

 

The manticore spreads her legs, allowing you to sort of lay halfway up her torso, the only thing between your flesh and hers a thin hospital gown. Savannah curls her legs over the top of you, sort of forcing you down against her. To anyone that took more than a second to look, they’d realize something was off with the manticore that now appeared to be at least eight or nine feet tall.

 

Clare wastes no time in covering you up with sheets; the world around you goes dark as a second and third sheet are added. Then, to make matters worse, Savannah folders her paws across the back of your head, squeezing your face into her soft, warm tummy that rises and falls with her breaths.

 

“You alright?” Savannah asks as she shifts about to get a little more comfortable.

 

Yeah, you respond, as comfortable as you can get. Truthfully it’s quite cozy, but not quite in a manner befitting the situation.

 

“Right, here we go~” Clare says.

 

The gurney jostles gently over the floor, and in a few moments you can tell you’re out in the hallway based on the new sound effects. Clare’s heels tap across the tile. A wheel on the gurney squeaks as it rotates. Tap tap squeak, tap tap squeak.

 

Your heart jumps into your throat when you hear another set of heels approach, then relaxes as the steps fade. After a minute or three, things slow to a halt and you hear the taps approach the front of the gurney.

 

“We’re at the elevator now,” Savannah whispers.

 

Trapped in her legs and pinned against her, things are getting rather warm. It’s not just you, either – the manticore’s breathing is definitely picking up. Something tingles across your back. You hope it isn’t what you think it is.

 

A chime rings out and the sound of doors creaking open break the silence. “So far so good,” Clare says with a note of optimism, pushing the gurney into the elevator car.

 

Savannah pulls you tightly against her and takes a deep breath. “Don’t go jinxin’ it. We ain’t there yet.”

 

You mumble that you agree with Savannah.

 

The doors slide shut, and almost at the same time the sheets flip up. The rush of cool air is a welcome relief, and you take the opportunity to stretch out a little.

 

“Hey, I just thought of something,” Clare says with a troubled expression.

 

What’s that, you ask.

 

“We can’t really just go out the front door, can we?”

 

…That’s a good point. Savannah groans. Well, you say, if needed you and Clare can just carry Savannah if she’s unable to walk. Getting across the parking lot shouldn’t be too hard. Not like the hospital staff is going to chase or anything, right?

 

Any response is cut off as another ding sounds and another set of doors heaves open. Clare quickly covers you back up, and you resume your position of being squeezed into the soft manticore. A shiver runs through Savannah, followed by the tensing of her muscles. Wondering what’s going on, Clare then lets out a short, surprised yelp.

 

“O-oh, hello,” Clare says, her tone wavering. So much for playing it cool.

 

“Good evening, nurse,” a husky feminine voice responds.

 

A younger, softer voice quickly follows up. “Where are you going with a patient at this hour?”

 

“J-just taking her t-to the… uh... prep… room…”

 

Shit Clare, get it together. Lives are potentially at stake here. ‘Prep room?’ All is lost.

 

“Oh, I see. Early surgery, huh?” The young voice says.

 

What.

 

“Y-yeah, you know how it is sometimes… Aaaanyywaaays… gottagonowbye.”

 

The gurney hauls off in a rush, Clare’s heels tapping rapidly as she speedwalks the two of you to safety. Taptapsqueaktaptapsqueak.

 

“Hold it,” another female voice calls out. This one sounds vaguely familiar. “I’ve never seen you around here before…? And that patient. Isn’t that…?”

 

With naught but a light breeze the house of cards the three of you have attempted to bullshit together has been blown apart.

 

“Hahaha! Don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re so silly. Yes, I need to get her to prep for her early surgery. Bye now!” Clare says in a rush, taking a few more quick steps.

 

“W-wait, stop!” the familiar voice cries out.

 

If only she didn’t start running – or rather, attempt to run. With a cry of surprise you hear an awkward footfall followed by the particular sound of a cheshire cat falling to her knees while still attempting to hang onto a wheeled hospital bed. “Damned heels!” Clare yowls.

 

“Clare ya idiot!” Savannah shouts as the cat grasps futility onto the sheet that had been concealing your identity along with the manticore’s modesty. Now completely exposed, the first thing you see is a flailing Clare faceplanting into the ground after an unsuccessful attempt to stand, sheets still in her paw for some reason.

 

In addition to the succubus nurse from earlier, there are two women to whom the other voices must have belonged. Except they don’t quite look like they belong in a hospital. Are they the priests she was talking about? The two of them, one looking elderly and the other young, are wearing some kind of very long skirt and very baggy white shirt of some kind with massive sleeves.

 

The young, flat-chested one is holding some kind of case along with a stick or something with ribbons on it. You guess they look kind of… priestessly.

 

“What is going on… wait, are those…?” The elder woman says, looking at Savannah with narrow slits for eyes.

 

She must be able to see the tails. Tails. Speaking of which, they’re all moving now, surrounding you, kind of like an octopus might. Only instead of tentacles they’re spectral tailpussies. So not really like an octopus at all.

 

Rolling off the gurney you hit the floor heavily on your belly, gasping a loud grunt as the wind is knocked out of you. Still better than being trapped on the ghost rape ride.

 

“Wait! Please! The young priestess shouts, pointing her wand or whatever at the manticore.

 

The elder snatches the case from the young girl and pops it open - inside are a myriad of paper strips with odd writing on them. She takes a few out and holds them between her fingers, kind of like one might hold throwing knives.

 

Clare’s managed to get back on her feet, only accomplishing the feet after yanking off her heels. Yet, maybe a little curiously, she’s still holding onto them. She glances at you, then at the gurney that’s nearly slowed to a stop.

 

Savannah is not looking well. In fact, she’s looking kind of crazy – writhing about on the bed and holding her head tightly between her paws. “No! Keep them away!” Savannah shouts. “Ya deserve it! Now hold still!” She shouts again. “You do not understand!”

 

So Kashikoi is awake once again. Things would probably be a little easier to follow if she spoke in a different voice depending on who was actually speaking. Looks like you’re going to witness an exorcism anyways.

 

A paper tag slices through the air with far more weight than you would have thought possible. It was more like a thin sheet of steel than mere paper. Slicing through one of the spectral tails, the pale blue construct suddenly breaks up into a series of blue dots that fade to nothing. Savannah screams like she’s being dissected alive.

 

“Fuck why does that hurt me too?!” She growls between clenched teeth, nearly falling off the gurney. “I told you! We must escape!”

 

A second tag takes flight, only to be intercepted by a fluffy purple paw. For someone who can’t walk with heels on, Clare manages some amazing feats sometimes. Such as teleporting and swatting down an object mid-flight while holding a pair of heels in one paw.

 

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Clare yells, scowling at the priestesses with the tag in her free paw.

 

“Out of the way, cat! If we’d been told the circumstances were this dire, we would have arrived much sooner!” The elder woman responds, almost sneering.

 

The nurse succubus is carefully slinking off, away from the brewing storm, looking terribly frightened. One less obstacle, at least.

 

“Like hell I’m letting you hurt Savannah,” Clare retorts, matching the elder’s scowl with even more smoldering stare.

 

Back on your feet, your first thought is what happened to the quiet (yet love-filled) life with those two. The second thought is that of Savannah. She’s rolling back and forth on the bed like, well, a possessed person might. You want to check on her, but the ghostly tails are waving and thrashing about all around her, serving as a barricade. If needed you’ll brave the tails, but for now you’d rather avoid them if you can help it.

 

Clare and the elder priestess are slowly stalking closer and closer, staring each other down. Tags are raised and claws are out.

 

“Begone, beast, I have a task to accomplish.”

 

“Your task is killing my friend?!”

 

“I need not explain myself to you. I have a job to do.”

 

“And I ‘need not’ move!”

 

“Cat, I will say this only once more. Move.”

 

“No.”

 

“Cat!”

 

“Suck my dick you old bitch!”

 

By now their faces are less than a foot apart. Clare is growling. The old woman appeared to be thrown off balance by Clare’s remark for just a split second; her eyes dart down, but they quickly return to their previous sharpness as she stares down the cat.

 

It’s admirable that Clare is so quick to defend Savannah, and in fact she’s has been more protective of you two than usual lately, but perhaps it’s not the wisest thing right now. Or maybe it is, you don’t know.

 

Speaking of Savannah, you haven’t heard anything from her in the past few seconds. Ah, that would be why. She’s standing now – that’s good, but the way she’s looking at the priestesses is just a little chilling. Deep purple eyes blaze with rage, but surprisingly, the spectral tails aren’t quite as active as they were before.

 

“Do ya have /any/ idea how much that fuckin’ hurts,” she bellows, breaking into long, heavy strides with balled up fists at her sides and fully extended wings. To say she’s pissed would be like saying the surface of the sun is ‘hot.’

 

About the same moment, the youngster slips between Clare and her elder and forces them apart. “Please, fighting amongst each other won’t help anything,” she squeaks out, clamping her eyes shut.

 

Clare and the elder continue to stare daggers, albeit at a ‘safer’ distance. That leaves Savannah. As the thought of only being able to visit Savannah for conjugal visits after she commits a double homicide is kind of a downer, you dash in front the fuming manticore with your arms spread wide.

 

Let’s calm down and think things through you say, doing your best to appear non-threatening.

 

You no longer have any doubts as to what a little shota rabbitboy feels when trapped in a cage with a hungry, milfy cougargirl. Too late for regrets now. The only thing left to do is burn your life away like a real man.

 

Forcing your eyes to remain open, Savannah comes to an abrupt stop a short distance away. “Halt! Calm yourself!” She yells at herself. You’re pretty sure it’s to herself, anyways.

 

“If you are that rough with him, he will surely be… not well,” she continues, in a slightly softer tone.

 

Kashikoi must be speaking. She’s actually preventing Savannah from going to town on you? Wasn’t she supposed to kind of spur that sort of thing on?

 

The manticore looks like she’s warring against invisible ropes for a few worrying seconds, then falls limp. Her purple eyes still burn, but she looks at you like she’s ashamed. Then, just as a pile of embers lights up when doused with gasoline she ascends into another rage. “Get out get out get out!” Savannah howls, stomping around in a small circle, clutching at her head and body.

 

Well, at least she’s not going to kill anyone. For the time being. Also good to know not to cross Savannah if her rage can give pause to raw desire given form.

 

“See? The beast can hardly control herself,” the elder priestess hisses out.

 

Clare nearly drops her heels. “You’re the bitch that made her that way!”

 

Not this shit again. You would like to just lie down and go to sleep, and maybe when you wake up everything will be fine. That won’t happen, will it? Time to brave the tails. If Kashi is eager to flee, it should be safe.

 

The spectral tails move in your direction as you dash near, but pull back. Good.

 

You yell Savannah’s name and firmly take hold of her paws. Her crazed, insane dance comes to an end as her eyes search your face. Savannah, you yell again, we need to get out of here. Clare can keep the others occupied. Clarity begins to focus her wild, darting eyes – if only just.

 

Forget getting back at the priest, you shout, escape takes priority. Several long, worrying moments pass. The snarl twisting her lips relaxes.

 

“Fine! Yer right, but-“

 

No buts, you yell, tugging sharply on her arm.

 

An attempt at a run fails as Savannah falters and stumbles, but she manages to stay upright. A fast walk will have to do.

 

“They’re escaping!” The elder priestess shouts, refocusing on Clare. “If you will not stand aside, then so be it!”

 

As much as you’d like to watch to make sure Clare isn’t hurt, Savannah is the priority right now. Those tag things shouldn’t be able to harm Clare if they’re meant to work on spirits on such. Propping Savannah up on your shoulder after she stumbles yet again, you do your best to power her through the lobby and out the front door.

 

Something fills the air just before you get out. All the hairs on your arm stand on end. This isn’t good. With a manly shout and burst of vigor you heft Savannah completely off the ground and across your shoulders and manage to run out the automatic door. Barely two steps onto the concrete outside, something that sounds like thunder in miniature erupts from inside the hospital.

 

A loud cry that sounds rather like Clare follows quickly after, along with an impressive string of expletives. That she’s swearing probably means she’s okay, relatively speaking. You keep moving, but it doesn’t last long until Savannah is just too much to carry and you drop to a knee.

 

“Er, t-thanks,” Savannah says timidly as she rolls off your shoulders. Standing back up, you’re surprised to see her blushing furiously. “What’re ya waitin’ for, ya… idiot, let’s keep movin’,” she says as you gawk at her.

 

Lending the curiously bashful manticore your shoulder again, the two of you make best speed towards the truck. Salvation awaits. Quick glances behind you every few steps reveal nothing in pursuit – not even Clare. Regret begins to take hold and you hope against hope that nothing happened to her.

 

“The other one will be fine,” Savannah says. “The techniques they wield are not very effective against corporeal bodies.” Oh, guess it was Kashikoi. Interestingly, it doesn’t seem that the manticore is railing against her possessor.

 

Panting as you reach the truck, you’re relieved that Savannah is able to hoist herself in. Trying to push her sizeable posterior up that high would not have been easy.

 

“Thanks, darlin’,”Savannah says as she flops into the back.

 

Firing the truck up, Clare emerges from inside at the same time. She looks okay, but a little… different. Hard to tell from inside the truck at this distance. And… oh, good, she’s being pursued by several guards. Sure took them long enough to react to the commotion.

 

Throwing the truck into gear, you haul out to meet her halfway. Batons raised high, the guards are sure looking livid – and there’s the priestesses, right behind, though their long dresses make running more than a little difficult.

 

No time to stop, the guards are too close. A dozen feet or so away from Clare you turn the wheel hard over. Fortunately she understands your intentions. Winking out of view, a moment later a thump bangs on the passenger side door, then opens. Still holding the heels like a dear prize, the cat manages to scramble into the cab.

 

Perhaps it’s the thrill of the escape. The relief from all the shit that just went down. Or maybe it’s her face that makes it all the better.

 

“Not a fucking word,” she says, venom dripping from her voice. “And wipe that fucking smile off your face,” she growls, slumping into the seat and sulking.

 

A snort passes through your nose. Clare’s head snaps around and she glares. It’s too late. Trying to suppress the laughter only makes it that much worse.

 

“Yeah fuck you too,” Clare grumbles, crossing her arms across her chest.

 

“What’re ya two talkin’ ‘bout… oh gods, pfft-“ Savannah quickly ducks back to her bunk, covering her mouth with a paw.

 

“You guys are assholes!”

 

You’re sorry, you try to plead through stifled laughter. But you can’t help it. Where Clare ought to be is a giant purple puffball wearing a nurse outfit. All the fur on her arms, legs, tail and ears is standing completely on end. Her usually long, straight hair is half standing out like an afro and half frazzled and pointing in every which way. Even her eyebrows are looking fuzzier than usual. And right in the middle of the catfro is the little white hat.

 

The guards are quickly left behind – and as they’re mere hospital security, there’s no risk of more chases. With a deep breath, you ask Clare what happened.

 

“Hmph! That old bitch used some sort of spell that was like a big static shock. Hurt like hell and it did… well, this,” she grumbles, motioning to herself. “You two just barely got out ‘cause I decked her one”

 

“Thank you,” Savannah says, poking back into the main cab. “I would have been slain had we not escaped.”

 

“Wasn’t for you.”

 

“Either way, thank you again.”

 

So, what now, you say? Seems Savannah and Kashikoi are kind of almost getting along now?

 

“Yea, got tired of fightin’ her,” the manticore says. At least Savannah and the spirit talk differently enough that you can figure out which is which from words alone.

 

And she’s not trying to rape you and Clare, you say, almost surprised.

 

“I am not so foolish as to impede an escape.”

 

“So how about as thanks you get out of Savannah,” Clare says, waving a paw through one of the ghost tails.

 

“If that is your wish. But first…” Savannah disappears through the curtain and you hear the bunk creek.

 

“But first what?” Clare asks, peeking into the back.

 

Just as quickly, the cat recoils backwards and nearly falls into the passenger seat as a familiar ghostly form drifts through the curtain.

 

Savannah isn’t coming back out.

 

“I had her lay down. I was providing her with some of my energy to maintain her consciousness. Poor thing was really quite worn out,” Kashikoi says, floating lazily through the partition.

 

You feel like talking to ghosts shouldn’t be such a non-event, but you’ve just run out of fucks to give. So, you begin, what now? Is there some place she wants to be dropped off to do whatever it is spiritual incarnations of lustful desire want to do?

 

“Hmmm. I think I would like to stay with you three. You are all so very interesting,” Kashikoi says with a smile, ‘sitting’ in the air.

 

You ask if she can tone down the glowing and not be so close to the windshield. It’s making it difficult to see the road.

 

Kashikoi stares at you blankly. “A-as you wish,” she says, and just like that she dims herself and floats over closer to Clare, who isn’t terribly keen on her new-found closeness to the glowy kitsune.

 

“D-don’t rape me,” Clare mewls, still all poofed up.

 

That’s what she’s afraid of? Though as a cheshire cat she’s probably never had to deal with monstergirls forcing themselves on her. Hard to pity her.

 

Ignoring Clare’s comment, you then ask Kashi how exactly she would stay with you. Just linger and float around? And what else? Other than recent events, life is kind of dull as a trucker.

 

“Trucker?”

 

Is she really that naive? You explain that what you’re doing now – just driving, is usually what encompasses the lives of yourself, Clare, and Savannah. Often for a week straight. Sure there’s this and that and some loving, but otherwise it’s not exciting.

 

Ghostly ears and tails droop. “Is that so? You are correct, that does not sound very adventurous. Why do not pursue something more to your liking?”

 

“Because it’s a job,” Clare says boldly, though she’s still attempting to press as much of herself into the far side of the seat as possible. “We’re not spirits… or whatever, that can do whatever, ya know.”

 

“Besides,” Clare says, looking sweetly at you. “It may be boring, but the company couldn’t be better.”

 

Thanks, you say. The feeling is mutual. If it wasn’t for those two you wouldn’t have ever considered trucking as a vocation.

 

Kashikoi taps her foot in the air, her translucent tails swaying about as if blown by a breeze. “That is very interesting to me. Three people, brought together by love! Why, it is the stuff of poetry and legends of ages past,” she says with girlish dreaminess.

 

Er, you don’t think it’s quite to that extent, you say. The three of you share yourselves quite freely, in fact. No midnight trists or smoldering jealousy or whatever else. Right, Clare?

 

She fidgets and looks away for a moment. “Welllll… Sharing isn’t always easy. Sure double-teaming Savannah is a lot of fun,” she says with a passing smirk, “but I much prefer being with only you.”

 

Way to miss the intent of getting the kitsune-bi to go away, Clare. Admittedly, her heartfelt confession does pluck the heartstrings a little.

 

“Oh ho, I see, I see. So you and the manticore vie for his affections, do you?” Kashi says, flipping forward to ‘lay’ on her stomach and then glances at you. “Or is it that you seek to win one or the other over?”

 

You’re too tired for this conversation. No, you say, you love both girls – and if you couldn’t love them both, you’d rather have neither to avoid breaking them apart since they love you right back. And that’s that. End of story.

 

“That’s why I love you,” Clare sighs wistfully.

 

Kashikoi rolls on her side and scratches at her stomach. Ghosts can get itches? “So,” she begins. “I have one other question.”

 

What’s that, you ask.

 

“Does it not bother you that she has a cock?”

 

Opening the door and jumping seems like a good idea right now. Sadly, you surmise that you’d probably survive. So you fall back on Plan B: Giving the vengeful, spiteful wraith the same answer you always give when someone asks you, and as usual, Clare hangs on every word and giggles when you’re done explaining, then bites her lower lip and gazes at you.

 

“Most interesting,” Kashi says.

 

While you look for a truck stop to pull into so you can catch some sleep, Kashi continues her endless stream of questions. Very mundane, every day questions fill up the bulk, to your surprise. It seems that despite her allusions to being alive, or existing, for a very long time, she’s remarkably ill-informed about the world.

 

“So may I stay for the time being?” Kashi asks as you pull off into a suitable location to park for the night.

 

Sighing, you say that you don’t care right now, so long as she keeps her ghostly bits to herself and doesn’t possess anyone. Not like you could force her to go away anyways. Turning to Clare, you ask if she’s fine with letting her linger.

 

“If… if it’s okay with you,” she says, eyes fixed onto Kashi. Clare then drops her voice to a whisper. “But only if you hold me to keep me safe~”

 

Clare never was one to be able to hide her ulterior motives well. Whatever, time to hit the sack. Birds are chirping and the sky is glowing; probably not going to be able to get much rest anyways.

 

“So what shall I do?” Kashi inquires.

 

Doesn’t matter to you, you say. Well, so long as it doesn’t bother you or the girls.

 

Clare stands up at the same time as you, latching onto your arm. “Yeah, no funny… ghost stuff, got it?”

 

Kashi taps a foot in the air. “No funny ghost stuff? I can manage that.”

 

Poking into the back, you spot Savannah sleeping soundly, tucked away under her covers. “Sleeping like a baby,” Clare says, delivering a little exploratory poke with a paw to the manticore’s cheek. Nothing, not even a snort.

 

Before the cat can say anything further, you tell her that you are simply too tired for anything. The only thing she’s getting out of you are cuddles. Not even children who’ve been told ‘Santa isn’t real’ look quite as mortified as she does.

 

“B-but…”

 

No buts.

 

Clare’s ears fold down and she slips up into her bunk, quickly peeling off her nurse outfit. Following up behind her and tossing aside your own clothing, you lay down next to her and wrap her tight against you.

 

“Well~ Being held by you is pretty nice,” Clare says, looking over her shoulder.

 

Sneaking her a quick kiss and whispering some words of affection in her ear, Clare purrs happily in response. Arms wrapped around her warm, purring body, the two of you drift off to sleep.

 

--

 

You and Clare wake sometime in the late morning, relatively rested. Savannah is still sound asleep, and Kashikoi had kept herself occupied by stealing your laptop at some point in the night and discovered a wonderful thing called the internet.

 

“How’d you even pick it up?” Clare asks, gawking at the barely visible ghost lounging across the dashboard.

 

“Ho ho ho! Why, someone such as I can easily manipulate small objects,” Kashikoi says, with what you presume to be a smug smile. It’s difficult to make her out under full sunlight. “How do you think you can hear me? Sound is a physical manifestation, is it not?”

 

So, you respond, a lesser ghost couldn’t be heard or seen? And what’s with that sudden language?

 

“Quite correct – unless they entered your mind. And, I must stress I am not a ghost.”

 

She was easier to handle last night after her more or less coincidental rescue from the exorcists. Plus she’s now bolstered by whatever the hell it is she learned from the internet. The thought of what lurks in the browsing history is more than a little worrying.