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*Click*
The lock on the girl's bathroom door latched into place as Polly pivoted right towards Zoe.
“Okay, hear you go! I need a kink favor, and I think you’re the only girl for the job.”
Zoe immediately perked up at the word kink. She narrowed her void eyes and let out a sly grin. “Oh yeah, definitely a strong start. But is there a private place to discuss this? You locked three other people in here with us.” Looking from side to side in concern at the other girls. All who’ve stopped their routines abruptly at the sound of the lock all were now looking over at the two with a mix of concerned confusion and curiosity. “Are they part of this?” Zoe added in a light panic.
“What? God no! I don’t even know why they're here, I mean hello this conversation is clearly private.” Polly glared at the other confused monsters who all took their que to flush toilets, stuff half applied makeup into purses, and climb out the awning windows in the back of the room.
“Anyways boo I came up with this awesome plan that is impossible not to love.” She emphasized her declaration with the most convincing grin she could conjure and struck a sexy exposition pose.
“So, I was just remembering how weird ears were from when I was alive. They feel all pop-y in response to the air pressure around you, it’s super fun when someone blows into them during sex, and I’ve been really missing the feeling of cleaning them out. But I mean in a horny way.”
Zoe gave a skeptical look but readied her notebook anyway. Sexy Q-tip?
“I think you’re starting see were I’m going, aren't ya? Nothing I've tried putting in my ears have done anything, they just fall through. And I don't even feel anything! Not even with the dildos that work when I use them on like, my butt and stuff; Completely unfair and inconsistent? But if I know one thing about the Dark Beings is that you are neither made of matter nor spirit but can make stuff happen with both.”
At this point Zoe was as confused as she’d ever been. It seemed like Polly was just making points at random but that’s not right; what the ghost knew about her kind was more than most mortals ever had so it was weird that she knew about them, and a little uncalled for considering she hadn’t associated with any of the other Dreaded since her transition. The only point that she even made with that was that Zoe could technically do whatever she wanted to Polly. And dildos.
While thinking about Polly’s words Zoe felt at her own ears. She hadn’t thought much about them after getting this form. The first week living as a mortal everything was so interesting and new, and so she tried out all the mortal things like Q-tips. Not that exciting.
Absent mindedly a tentacle along the side of the girls head slowly brought itself too her ear, gently fiddling with it, sliding the tip along the concha until it found her entrance. As the soft member teased the opening to Zoe’s ear her focus was drawn to the pleasant sensation.
She pulled the tentacle out in an instant as her face burst bright pink and her eyes locked with Polly’s, realizing what her friend was suggesting. Polly saw the whole thing and gifted Zoe wink.
“All right boo looks like I don’t have to explain further. You willing to give a lonely ear the time of her unlife?”
Zoe would not take offence to being called a pervert. After all she did fill her notebook almost four pages with lurid fanfic ideas the second the implications got through to her. But even she had to take a step back at the thought.
“I uh- want to- this is allot so- is this survivable?- I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS.” Zoe dashed into the open stall and latched it.
Her heart was moving as fast as her mind, she loves kinky sex stuff but it’s not like she’s done any kinky stuff! Doing something like that in real life is so much different than a fanfic, there’s no consequences at the end of a fanfic and anything can be as enjoyable or unserious as the writer wants. And stuff with people's heads are very consequence prone, with her experience as a Deity of Despair she had done loads of stuff like this before; just not in a sexual context. There is no way Polly has any idea how bad this could go.
With everything scrap of rational fear in Zoe put up an argument against it, all that really accomplished was making her think about it more and more. Being a part of those scenes that she loved to write so much. And yes, the character dynamics and relationship nuance is what really made Zoe proud as a writer; the freaky sex is what was fun to write. It wasn’t like Zoe didn’t know what she was doing. She wasn’t proud of her skills but she could work wonders with a brain, and the ectoplasm swirling inside ghost’s skulls functions very similarly. She would be in very safe tentacles.
Zoe felt her arousal burn steadily hotter a with a burgeoning growth becoming apparent between her legs.
It probity won't even get that deep. Polly is just going to have a little tentacle pressed into her ear, squirm around, rubbing her inner walls a bit, maybe make her cum, and the two would be done and satisfied. The fantasies racing through the Eldritch lady pressed on, making a noticeable bulge in her jeans. In frustration she kicked and wiggled until she got the pants restraining her off. Zoe rested her back upon the stall door and looked down at what she had. It was a very dark purple that lightened along its length until the tip was a soft violet. It was soft but with a firm tip and only extended three and a half inches (and won't get any bigger if Zoe can just keep her arousal controlled.) The tentacle clearly didn’t look like a penis, yet Zoe couldn’t help but notice two glowing glands hanging from the base of the length. She chose to be a woman when Zoe made her mortal form, so she usually had something closer to a vagina, but she had a strange appreciation for her member; it was cute, like her.
Zoe emerged from the stall, her jeans and panties were discarded on the floor and the pervy girl walked out trying to not look as eager as she was. She wasn’t very convincing; she was breathing heavily.
Polly sat on one of the sinks watching as Zoe stepped into view. Biting her lip as her eyes drank in the hopeless sight. Admittedly, Polly has been thinking about what equipment Zoe was packing all semester, and this was exactly what the sex crazed ghost wanted to see. Leaning forward, the specter slid off the basin and collapsed onto her knees right in front of her prey. Zoe stiffened in every sense of the word. With one smooth motion Polly brought her hand to the side of her head, guiding a strand of ectoplasmic hair out of the way, exposing a cute round little ear, and tilting it to be in full view.
“Looks like my girl is as ready as I am, you’re going to use that?” She eyed the tentacled cock inches from her face.
“Yes. Unless you were wanting to use a different one like my hair or stuff, I’m sorry if-”
“Because that’s super hot. And relax, you’re not the one getting her ear railed. Speaking of which, would you kindly rail me in the ear?”
“Right! Yes ma’am.”
On que Zoe put her hand on top of her partners head and guided her tip to the opening of her ear. Lapping at it’s rim for a second before slowly pressing inside. Polly wasted no time vocalizing, gasping quietly when Zoe first entered her ears canal followed immediately by soft moans at the sensation of her ear's walls being licked by their intruder. It was really loud but the warm feeling in her was so cathartic and only felt stronger as the member steadily grew bigger as it ventured deeper.
Polly’s ear was cold but soft and incredibly tight. As Zoe wiggled about inside her the pressure increase as the alien cock grew thicker and warmer. The growing tentacle slowly was pulled out before it was pushed back in with a little more force behind it. Then again. Then again. Each time it got bigger and hotter as the pace was picked up and Polly’s head began to sway side to side from the energy.
One thrust just a little deeper than the last as the tentacle curls and wrapped around itself to fully fill the crevice. When Zoe pushed herself far enough to meet resistance, she stopped to check on her friend.
“Are you feeling good, I’m not hurting you right?” A moment later the horny deity added hopefully “Do you want me to go farther in?”
So distracted by the sensation of having her ear hole stretched it took the spirit a second figure what was said to her. Right now felt so amazing that she just wanted it to continue. However far the girl could go Polly was 100% down for it.
“Mmm~ oh~ This is exactly what I was hoping it would be like. Yes, whatever you do just keep doing it.”
At those words of encouragement the tip of Zoe’s eldritch cock began to worm its way along the deepest crevasse of Polly’s canal in search of a soft spot. There were giggles from the sensation which stopped abruptly replaced with grinding teeth when she found her sweet spot. She extended carefully yet persistently at an upwards angle until she felt a pop resonated along her shaft accompanied by a moan from Polly.
Unbelievable pressure pushing on the tip all but vanished, giving way to the gooey ectoplasm of the ghost’s skull. It was dense but had the consistency of heavy cream and cold to the touch. With the alien girl's sensitive member she could feel as the thoughts tickled her tip, like the synapses from a living brain imitated in the spectral matter. Each little wiggle of the intruder sent disjointed signals colliding with Polly’s consciousness. There were colors flashing, Yellow, Green, and Blue. She tasted sour, then sweet, then her tongue burned. She felt drenched in sweat, and dry, and racing goose bumps up her body. All these sensations shifted wildly with each lick in her head.
Barely able to focus on anything or form a coherent thought the arms that hung loosely at the party girls' side from the start of the assault now jolted to life. Following instinct more than anything they reached around Zoe’s legs to grasp onto her butt, pulling the purple girls hips farther in.
Concentrating entirely on working with her cock, the sudden groping snaped her attention back to reality. Looking down, only half the tentacles length was imbedded in her partner's ear so far. Zoe fought her arousal from spiking upon realizing she could see herself through Polly’s head! The narrow tunnel of her ear was packed two inches in with the twisted mass of purple flesh, and the unmistakable violet head drilled in another full inch into her cranium.
As heart went mad at the sight of her depravity her tentacled cock continued to expand despite her desperate effort to calm down. Her tendril pushed harder, stretching Polly’s canal farther than sanity should ever allow. All the while the cock hungry phantom kept pulling her deeper.
Trying to pull out met resistance from the sex drunk ghost whose will to have her brain railed was slowly overpowering Zoes’ own will. “Come on Polly ~ah. I’m just trying not to squish you! Your thinking is starting to feel really good against me~”
The Dark God, eater of solar systems, and tearer of the mind of uncountable masses, acquiesced to the one mortal horny enough to break her. She stopped pulling away and her tentacle was rammed another half inch deeper. She fought again before lapsing, sending another thrust deeper still. Tastes of her ghostly psyche mixing with the tender squeeze of her cerebral ectoplasm shot their own signals through Zoe’s body, driving her crazy.
If she kept this pace than she would be able to handle it. Zoe still had enough control to moderate; she knew how much her alien influence could affect a mortal's mind but she didn’t expect it to work both ways. As long as she stayed calm, she could maintain precision, and maybe...
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* “HEY WHAT GIVES? THERE IS NO WAY THE BATHROOM IS CLOSED, I GOTTA DO WEIRD MONSTER DRUGS IN THERE!”
Instantly Zoe’s guard was shattered yet again, and right in the middle of a thrust. The tight passageway between Polly’s ear and the inside of her skull gave way to Zoe’s ever expanding dicktentacle which unfurled, slamming harder and deeper until it collided with the inside of her captor's skull. For the first time Zoe went all the way to base, her ball like polyps slamming into Polly’s cheek as a sudden throb from the warm organ sent an indescribable feeling through Polly’s ghostly form.
The loud resonant *PLAP* of the two women interlocking accompanied by a wail of utter bliss escaping Polly’s throat silenced the girl standing outside the restroom.
Every memory came in full force simultaneously from all angles as a hundred psychedelics operating at 110% molested every inch of Polly’s body. A bolt of lightning shot up the length overwhelming the helpless eldritch cutie. Her tentacle hair manically wrapped around her face with energy like they were keeping her own head from exploding. It was overwhelming to the poor girl, having a mind in complete overdrive bearing down along her most sensitive part.
All restraint vanished and like a great weight was lifted from her her tendril expanded two then three time it’s size, rooting itself into the phantom's cranium. She twisted and curled, wormed and weaved, exploring every inch of her skull as she picked up speed ramming faster and faster. Greedily stimulating and drinking in sensation after sensation causing the limp body of the ghost girl to spasmed in continuous orgasms.
Muffled moans made their way through the door from the girl outside, now eavesdropping on something she had no idea about. Trying to imagine just what was going on inside the locked room.
Now, with each inch Zoe pulled out she slammed an extra two back in filling more and more of the space with Zoe. “OMG, POLLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?!” She shouted not really expecting herself to be heard. Her hand rested atop the poltergeist's head, keeping her steady as best she could while her tentacle arm coiled around her body to give what little support she could. Her legs burned from exertion from the rapid pounding.
With the adjustment Polly’s posture was shifted just enough for her crazed unfocused eyes to stare into the bathroom mirror. Through the mind shattering haze, she recognized herself and her eyes shot wide open in awareness. Her hair which usually bubbled upward now hung matted and wild down over her limp shoulders. Her jaw hung uselessly with her tongue falling out of her mouth and drool drenching her breasts.
But the thing she saw that her brought her mind to full attention trying to comprehend. Was that right behind her eyes was a completely opaque mass of purple fulling encompassing the area of her head, pressing on the shell of her head from everywhere like it was being forced against a glass pane. The shape of her cranium was plainly visible as if it were a purple mold made for an anatomy class.
This shift in her cognition threw Zoe over the edge. The whiplash of a mind going from utterly deranged to sanity in a moment was like getting hit by a train. The Eldritch girl folded in on herself all her eyes rolling back in their sockets. The hanging polyps glowed brighter and hot. “HECKING HECK! I THINK I’M GOING-”
Polly despite having 98% of her brain be eldritch cock knew exactly what that meant and didn't hesitate. The eye on Zoe’s leg looked on in helpless terror as Polly’s hand followed the muscle memory earned from a hundred blowjobs jammed the middle and ring finger of her left hand all the way in the girls alien little butt.
“NO NO WAIT! NOT THAT!” Was all the shocked deity could squeak out before she broke. The Purple knot of tentacles inside Polly’s mind vanished in a flood of glowing white. Her jaw slammed shut and her eyes watered as a pressure hundred times more intense than she what experienced earlier threatened the integrity of her skull. Boiling white slime bubbled from the corners of her mouth, out her nose, and tears of it welled in her eyes.
Heat and a crushing squeeze assaulted Zoe’s length while she tried to squirm free from Polly’s iron grip. Her member wiggled desperately, the tip actively searching for an escape. With a few tired pushed she found one and with a loud *POP* viscus white gel sprayed out Polly’s other ear followed by three feet of tentacle that landed with a *Plop* on the tile floor.
From outside the door the eavesdropper came in a muffled cry, unnoticed by the pair.
Nether of the women moved, only panting in place while they came down from the experience. When Zoe came to her senses her cheeks burnt with embarrassment looking at the mess in front of her. The door and two of the stalls were painted white and seeing her tentacle extended almost as far as she is tall was humiliating, not to mention it was lying on a bathroom floor (Gross!)
Turing her head she saw that the stall she put her pants is wasn’t caught in the crossfire so there are some small mercies, and that means her notebook is still fine. This experience will fuel so many new fics!
“Hey maybe that was an awesome plan. You seemed to be enjoying it way more than I was but still, thanks for getting me to do that.” In a jolt of worry she added “If there are any damages, I promise I can fix them okay! I know ghost always revert to the state they were in at death when altered but that ‘cum’ is actually pure +MAGIC so I’m not sure how you’ll react.”
Polly wasn't paying attention. She was still engrossed in the afterglow and swimming it the strongest cock high of her afterlife.
“Right, of course I need to take myself out of you first. Sorry.”
But when Zoe tried to pull away, she was hit with a pleasant fullness in her rear that seemed to be holding her in place. She turned around and saw that the dazed ghost was still fingering her from her trance.
“Oh, Polly you need to let me go.”
She giggled softly as the tentacle impaling her wiggled along with Zoe’s struggle.
“I need to put my pants back on, this is a public toilet. I don't want people to see me like this.”
Polly’s head was glowing faintly from the +MAGIC sloshing around in her foggy mind. Her two fingers playing around in the warm entrance they found.
“Right, you need me to get out of your head before you can think again.” Zoe muttered, resigned to her fate.
“And I’m stuck.”