{"sf1_id":518309,"sf2_id":"4nAyNKVn","title":"Never Play With a Ouija part 2","author":"Xistie","words":1463,"posted_at":"2013-03-24T15:42:00.000Z","tags":["Ghost","Lizard","M/F","NC","Paranormal","Rape"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/518309-never-play-with-a-ouija-part-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAyNKVn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/cd/3a/cd3aae10-649e-4a8b-9556-7971d1477adb","description":"#2 of Never Play with a Ouija\n\nContinuation of my Never Play With a Ouija Board Story. The spirit uses her shamelessly, and Gretchen can barely deal. Hopefully, she'll be able to find some sort of help.\nFeaturing the debut of my personal fursona.","content":"\"No!!\"\n\nThe invisible fingers that grabbed her ass, slid forward and one wormed its way inside of her. It was a strange feeling, cold, somewhat sold but somewhat not and statically charged. The small lizard squirmed, trying to get away from the touch. She was yanked back cruelly by they tail and thrown into a wall. Gretchen crumpled forward, knocking her night table over in the process.\n\nThe frightened lizard frantically tried to crawl away. Door, she had to get to the door. She had to get out of here. But where? Anywhere, just as long as- An icy hand gripped her tail, and forced her up on all fours.\n\n\"Oh God, please, no... HELP! Someone hel-MMPPHH!!\"\n\nShe couldn't see it, but she could certainly feel the phantom cock cramming itself down her throat. Her hair was gripped tight and her head was forced to bob back and forth, saliva accumulated at a rapid rate, dribbling out of the sides of her mouth, down her neck and breasts. Her gag reflex fluttered as it knocked the back of her throat, fucking her mouth. It felt icy, and little static shocks zinged her tongue. How she wasn't being fried alive, she had no clue. She whimpered, choked, gasped, tried to pull away all to no avail. The thing was relentless in its use of her. Tears poured from her eyes from the strain as well as grief.\n\n_This isn't happening... It's a nightmare, wake up!_\n\nShe tried biting the cock in her mouth but that was pointless. Technically there was nothing there to bite. Yanking her head back, her mouth slid from it and she was finally allowed to breath. She sucked in air and one of her gasps ended at a scream when it roughly pierced her from behind. Phantom hands gripped her hips, and what felt like a tail forced her head down.\n\nBurying her face into the carpet, she screamed and sobbed as the spirit pounded into her. Her body felt sore and bruised, and her insides burned though thing inside her was cold. The hands that gripped her slid up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples and claws scraping her flesh. Then the fingers began to toy with her clitoris, and she gasped at the zing of pleasure that shot through her.\n\n_No, I'm not supposed to like this!_\n\nThe thing inside her angled itself so it hit her G-spot. She whimpered into the carpet, trying to focus on the pain since it was less humiliating than actually liking what a fucking SPIRIT was doing to her. However her body was treacherous and quickly grew slick from the attention. Involuntary moans spilled from her lips while tears of shame spilled from her eyes.\n\n_I'm in Hell. This is Hell and I'm in it._\n\nIt pounded her harder and her small fingers gripped the carpet, her scaly cheeks flushing and her abdomen tightening as felt herself getting close.\n\nThen it just stopped.\n\nNo pull out.\n\nJust dissipated.\n\nShe fell forward, waiting for something else more horrible to happen though she doubted nothing could be more horrid than what transpired. Nothing else happened. She lay there, cheek against the floor, breathing heavily. Then slowly she pulled herself to her feet. Wrapping her arms around herself, she walked to her mirror. She didn't look any different, just haggard but she felt... tainted. Dirty.\n\n_Dirty_...\n\nNearly tripping over her own feet, she scrambled to the shower. Turning the hot water on full blast. She stepped in, grabbing the soup and nearly scrubbing her scales off. How weird that not even an hour ago she was diddling herself at the thought of her sexy coyote. Like she'd ever want to touch her now.\n\nSobbing, she rinsed off and washed again, over and over again until she sunk to the shower floor, the water rinsing the tears from her face. She stayed like that for God knows how long, but didn't get up until the water grew cold and chilled her scales. She turned off the shower with haste. She really didn't want to feel anything cold.\n\nGetting up, and out of the shower she pulled on her robe and brushed her teeth.As she rinsed her mouth she tried to think rationally. What the Hell happened? She was raped by a spirit?! A spirit she brought home with from playing with that board... So this was basically all her fault. Xistie would kill her if she ever found out.\n\n_Xistie_...\n\nHer battered mind latched onto the name and held on.\n\nXistie. Her friend and a witch...\n\n~\\*~\\*~\n\n:KNOCK: :KNOCK:\n\nJimminy Christmas, what now? With a sigh and a grumble ready to fall off her tongue, Xistie rose out of her computer chair and shambled up the stairs from the basement. The curvy lynguana had been relaxing and cackling over some silly fanfiction when someone had dared to ring her doorbell. She glanced at the clock on the microwave and hissed in agitation. Who the Hell was bugging her at this ungodly hour? Someone was getting skinned alive.\n\nYanking open the front door, her silver eyes narrowed when she saw it was Gretchen standing on her porch. Her mouth opened to rip the little lizard a new one for bugging her this early in the morning without even calling first, however all angry words died on her tongue when she took a good look at her. She looked like she had gotten into a fight!\n\n\"Gretch, dude!\" Xistie cried and unlocked the screen door for her. \"Did you get jumped? You need backup?\"\n\nGretchen shook her head, her mop of purple curls bouncing. \"No.. I um...\" she sniffled and brought a small, bruised hand up to wipe away a stray tear.\n\nXistie eased her to sit on the couch and ran into the kitchen to get her a glass of water. Placing the glass in her hand, she sat on the coffee table and placed one clawed hand on the lizard's knee. \"What happened?\" Xistie asked gently.\n\n\"You're going to think I'm an idiot...\" Gretchen sighed as she took a sip of water.\n\n\"Did you sleep with Tobias or Colin? And Frae kicked your ass?\" Xistie asked, her natural sarcasm coming out as it always did during emotionally charged times.\n\nGretchen glanced up from her water, giving the hybrid a death glare. \"Please, Xist, not today.\"\n\nPutting her hands up surrender, Xistie nodded. \"Okay, no jokes. I get it. What happened?\"\n\n~\\*~\\*~\n\nTwenty minutes later had Xistie staring drop-jawed and eyes popped. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kill Gretchen, or give her a hug of comfort. She knew how dangerous Ouija boards were! Especially when plastered! Swallowing, she moved to sit next to the shaking lizard, wrapping an arm around her small shoulders.\n\n\"Hey...\" She flinched when the girl buried her face into her slihtly furry neck and sobbed. Comforting was never her thing, but she patted her awkwardly. \"I'll help you fix this. You were right coming here.\"\n\n\"What can you do?\" Gretchen asked as she pulled away to wipe at her eyes.\n\n\"Okay, first thing... We're going to purify your house. Secondly, burn your sister's board... And smack her for good measure.\"\n\n\"What good'll that do?\"\n\n\"Nothing, it'll make you feel better.\"\n\n\"I doubt it.\"\n\n\"Well do it anyways, and consider it my payment.. I don't like the ho.\"\n\nA light snicker left the smaller one and she nodded. \"Done.\"\n\nSmiling lightly, Xistie stood and made her way into the kitchen. \"You can have my room. You're staying here tonight and we'll cleanse your place first thing in the morning.\"\n\nGretchen nodded and smiled, though a bit shakily. \"Thanks. You're a good friend.\"\n\nXistie tipped her head in a humble gesture, though humble wasn't one of her things either. \"Go rest. I'll be up researching.\"\n\nThe lizard nodded and headed to the lynuana's room. Xistie watched her for a moment and pulled out her cell phone, hitting her speed dial. She waited for the one on the other line to pick up but it went to voice mail. Damn.\n\n\"Hey babe. Something came up. I can't come over tomorrow. Gotta help Gretch with something. So, I'll... probably swing by in the next few days. Love you, bye.\"\n\nHanging up, she sighed and made her way back to the basement. She had hoped to get a hold of her cuddly wolf before she went to Gretchen's house tomorrow morning. She at least wanted to hear his voice one more time. Sitting at the computer she pushed her dark hair from her face and searched different cleansing rituals as well as left a note for someone to find. Everyone knew that cleansing a home with volatile spirits was high risk work.\n\nSometimes fatally so.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Never Play with a Ouija","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/503213-never-play-with-a-ouija-part-1.json"}}