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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the rod" without protection.
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Spirited (MF, HF, F-solo, 1st, anal, best, cons, inc, magic, oral, parody, impreg, reluc)
by Krosis of the Collective
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18-year-old Heather fumed in the back seat of her parents' car. This had been their second day of traveling across the American Midwest, heading to their new home, and she was bored stiff. Even worse, it seemed that her dad had gotten them lost trying to find the world's largest ball of twine or something.
"I think it's just around the bend," he said for what she estimated was the dozenth time in the last hour. Heather sighed.
The dirt road they had been following ended at an old wooden passenger bridge. There looked to be a small town on the other side, though it was difficult to make out details in the summer haze. Her dad parked the car to the side of the bridge entrance and he, his wife, and Heather got out to stretch their legs.
"I'm just going to have a look on the other side," her dad said, and Heather's mom followed him as he started across the bridge.
"Hey!" Heather called after them. She didn't like this place, and didn't want to leave the car. Finally, after they got about halfway across the bridge she hurried to join them.
Across the bridge was an old-timey Western town with a dirt street, wooden sidewalks and old wooden buildings. However, there seemed to be no one around.
"Hellooo..." Heather's mom called out. The susurrus of the wind was the only reply.
They looked in a couple of shops. Still no one. Then Heather's dad stopped, pointing a building out to his wife. Heather's mom called to her, "Oh, Heather, go have a look around town, will you? Your dad and I will be checking out this store for a few minutes."
Heather gave the store a glance but it looked weird inside, with mannequins wearing tight-fitting leather clothing and feather boas. There were also whips on the walls. She had no interest in that, and so kept walking up the street as her mother suggested.
Her mother and father entered the old Western sex shop and perused the wares with interest. Leather chaps, whips, and...
"Hey, check this out!" Heather's dad said.
Heather's mom had a look. There was a small alcove with a small hole at about hip height in the wall and handles around it. Looking through the hole she could see another room. With a little searching they found the other side of that hole through another door.
Heather's dad gave his wife a wink. "Shall we?"
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Heather ambled up the street, then turned and walked through swinging doors into what seemed to be a saloon, but again there was no one around. She sat down for a while at the piano and plinked some keys. After a few minutes she left and continued up the street.
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"Ready?" Heather's dad called from the other side.
Heather's mom had pulled her shorts down and was waiting. "Yep!" she called back.
Heather's dad, similarly de-pantsed, pushed his hard cock through the hole in the wall. Immediately he felt a mouth surrounding it, sucking.
In the dark alcove, Heather's mom saw something poke through the hole and she turned around to guide it into her wet pussy. As she backed up onto it, she wondered only for a moment why her husband's cock felt different than normal, but as it started to thrust into her all rational thought disappeared from her mind.
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Heather was almost at the end of the street when she noticed the stately manor. Oil gas lamps started to light around the property and she realized that it was getting dark, but hadn't it just been early afternoon?
A white stallion trotted around the side of the building, slowing as it spied her. She stared at it, agape. It was so beautiful! It approached her tentatively. She reached out her hand and it sniffed her. Visibly relaxing, it came forward and she caressed its nose.
Then a chill wind picked up, hitting her back. She turned and noticed that the street was almost dark now.
"You have to get out of here!" a voice said from behind her.
She turned and there was a Native American boy about her age standing there, wearing clothing that looked right out of an old Western movie, right down to the headband and moccasins. Where did the horse go? "Where did you come from?" she asked.
He repeated, "Go! Now!"
He was so serious and his tone so insistent that Heather turned and ran. She rushed into the weird shop that her parents had gone into but she didn't see them. She heard grunting around the corner.
There she found a monster, a horrendous caricature of a woman with no eyes or nose...just a huge slavering mouth, drooling as it slammed its naked backside against the wall again and again. "Uh...uh...uh..." it grunted, over and over.
Heather screamed and ran out of the shop. Other gas lamps were lit along the street now, and it was very dark. She ran toward the foot bridge...maybe her parents had gone back to the car?
The bridge was gone, and the ravine it had traversed was too deep to cross without it. She could hear the rush of a raging river below. Where had the bridge gone?
"Too late."
Heather turned and the boy was there again, looking sad.
"What's going on?" she cried. Looking further up the street, she noticed movement. Were there other people now?
"Quickly...this way," the boy said, pulling her into a space between two buildings. He was very strong, and this close she also realized he was kind of cute, and smelled nice.
He took her wrist and held her hand up between them. She could see him through it, as if she wasn't fully there!
"What...what...?" she stammered.
"You need spirit essence," he replied. "You have to trust me...kneel down and close your eyes."
"I will not!" she retorted. She was young but not naive.
He showed her her hand again. It seemed even more ephemeral! "You will fade away to nothing if you don't do what I say."
She got down on her knees in the dirt and closed her eyes. She felt sick, like when you know you're about to throw up, but nothing seemed to be coming up. She could hear the boy doing something...she heard a regular, repetitive slapping pattern. She was about to open her eyes, when...
"Open your mouth!"
