Shifters in the Shadows

by Deveaux, Poppy

  “Rick, let me,” she said and started unbuttoning. As more of her skin became visible, the more solid Rick and Steve both became. Both women noticed this, and Tanya turned to Shelly, “I know I’m asking a lot, but will you disrobe too?”

  “Thought you’d never ask!” Shelly said, and quickly threw her shirt off and slid the yoga pants off her slim legs. She looked at Tanya and realized they were polar opposites. Where Tanya was curvy, Shelly was a straight line. Where Shelly was blonde, Tanya was a brunette. The one thing they had in common was the small tuft of hair at the top of their vaginas -- not long enough to be considered out of control, but not short enough to give the appearance of an undeveloped child.

  With both women nude, the ghosts looked completely solid, and to Tanya, sandwiched between them, they felt solid, too.

  “Rick, Steve, I‘ve missed you too so much. Can you tell me what happened?” Tanya asked. Rick spoke first, “A man...stabbed...died.” He then moved his hands around Tanya’s breasts, his vibrating touch made her shiver. “Who was it?” Shelly asked, completely enthralled by seeing the two ghosts covering the older woman.

  Steve answered, “Stepfather.” Tanya’s eyes opened wide at that, “My stepfather? No, he couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t!” Rick moved his hands from Tanya’s breasts to her head. Immediately Tanya could see what happened through Rick’s eyes. She saw how the hooded man attacked as soon as the door opened, how he had revealed himself to Rick as he died.

  “I’m sorry Rick! Steve! Please forgive me!” Tanya cried, as she hid her face in her hands. Shelly was also shocked. She never thought she would witness anything like this. There she stood, naked, with another nude woman and the ghosts of two men.

  “What can we do, Rick? How can we make it right?” Shelly asked. The two ghosts looked at her and Steve answered, “Nothing...just want Tanya...happy....no blame.”

  Tanya raised her head, “Thank you Steve. This should have never happened. I will make my father pay, one way or the other. But right now, I need to feel both of you inside me. Is that possible?”

  Shelly laughed, “Honey, you have no idea. Show her, boys.”

  The ghosts surrounded Tanya, and she instantly realized this would be the best fuck of her life. She had been celibate since the night Rick and Steve died, and feeling their vibrating, ghostly forms brought back all of the old desire. She felt Steve dropping down on her body, forcing her legs to open wider. Then an intense vibration entered her pussy and she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Behind Tanya, Rick separated her ass so he could mirror Steve’s actions on her anus. Within seconds, Tanya was on the verge of a mountainous orgasm. Her eyes caught movement, and she noticed Shelly standing alone, enraptured by the scene. Tanya reached out to the young woman and brought her in for a kiss. Shelly was surprised by the level of passion, and tried to match it. She grabbed Tanya’s left breast and squeezed it the way she liked it. Tanya moaned with pleasure.

  “You may have to catch me Shelly, they are doing this wonderful vibrating thing on me, and I’m about to explode!”

  “Go with it, Hun. That’s just the start of what they can do!” Shelly said, once again kissing Tanya while pinching her nipples. True to her word, Tanya exploded, squirting her fluids all over the carpet.

  “OH YES!! YES!! THAT’S IT! KEEP GOING!” Tanya screamed.

  The two ghosts didn’t let up their vibrating assault, until Tanya stopped shaking. Then, as one, they stood up, and both of their cocks entered her. Tanya’s eyes bulged at the impact.

  “OH! MY! GOD!” Tanya screamed, “I FEEL SO FULL!” “I know, right?” Shelly laughed, “You’ll never get two living men to share like that.” Tanya didn’t respond, at least not with words. The only thing that came out of her mouth was

  moans and groans. Having Rick and Steve inside her like that made her complete. As they moved in and out, up and down, defying the laws of gravity and physics, Tanya could feel an even bigger orgasm building.

  Rick whispered into her ear from behind, “Last....orgasm. We...must...go,” Steve finished. Tanya cried at the thought, but it did not stop the freight train-sized orgasm from racing towards her. Her two lovers kept moving, speeding up their thrusts, until Tanya’s orgasm hit. If anyone besides Shelly had seen Tanya at that moment, they would have sworn the woman was having a Grand Mal seizure. The sensation allowed Tanya to see colors of the rainbow that haven’t been named. She heard music that hadn’t been written. As the feeling lessened, it felt like Tanya was floating to the floor.

  “We....love....you...Tanya,” the two ghosts said, their images in the mirror slowly fading.

  “Thank....you...Shelly,” they said, just before disappearing all together. When Rick and Steve’s presence could no longer be felt, Shelly helped Tanya back to her feet, walked her into the bedroom and tucked her into the bed. She made her way out of the bedroom, but Tanya’s voice stopped her.

  “Where are you going?” Tanya asked. Shelly stood in the doorway, “I thought you might want to be alone.”

  Tanya pulled the covers down next to her, “No, I have spent too much time alone already. Please come to bed and cuddle with me.”

  Shelly smiled and hopped in next to her new friend. Tanya put her head on Shelly’s chest and the two women stayed that way for an hour. Tanya finally sat up and broke the silence.

  “How am I going to make my stepfather pay for his crimes?”

  Shelly giggled, “I don’t know, Hun, but you can’t tell the police that your ghost boyfriends showed you what happened and then gave you the fuck of your life!”

  “True, so maybe jail time is out of the question, but I can still destroy something he loves. Maybe the reputation of Middle Indiana needs to come down. Want to help?”

  Shelly said, “I would like nothing more.”

  Tanya leaned down and gave Shelly a tender kiss. “Then it is decided, we take down Middle Indiana. But first, young one, you need to catch up. I believe you are down two orgasms.”

  “I am!” Shelly laughed, “but the ghosts are gone.”

  Tanya gave Shelly a stronger kiss, slipping her tongue into the younger woman’s mouth. When she broke it off, Shelly was breathing hard from the passion Tanya had shown her.

  “Silly girl, boys are fun and all, but we don’t need them for orgasms!”

  THE END

  Bearback Mountain

  One

  “No Mom, I don’t need you to come round,” Natalie said on the phone. She glanced around her small apartment and groaned inwardly at the mess that lay around. If her mother did come then Natalie would be scolded as though she were a child, and that was something she wasn’t going to let happen. She exhaled deeply as her mother implored her on the other end of the line.

  “I just don’t like thinking about you sitting in that place all alone after what’s happened.”

  “It’s not a big deal, honestly, I’m fine! It’s just one of those things that happen. I can’t help it now, and it’s not like I’m just sitting here moping all the time. Besides, I’ve got Cindy, so please, don’t worry about me, I’m fine, really.”

  Her mother sighed. “I just hate thinking of you in that big city so far away, and there’s nothing I can do.”

  “Mom, I really appreciate that you called, honestly, I love you, okay? And I know where you are if I need you, but you don’t have to worry about me so much. Tell me how things are with you.”

  “Well, you know what it’s like. I’ve just been plodding along really. Your father has actually started coming to Church with me though, which I was surprised about. I think since Mitch moved away, you remember Mitch don’t you?”

  “How could I forget?”

  “Yes, well, after he moved down to Florida I think your father has been at a loose end and he doesn’t really know what to do with his Sundays anymore. You should come up and visit soon, I think he’d really appreciate it.”

  “I’ll try to come up in a few weeks, but you know what work is like at the moment. I’m s
o busy I barely have time to think. It’s probably a good thing at the moment,” she said with a grim chuckle. She spoke with her mother a little longer and enjoyed hearing her prattle on about the small town gossip. It was a world away from where Natalie was living. All her life she had dreamed of getting out of the small town and once she left for college she had never looked back. Now she was working in a publishing house and her life seemed perfect, at least it had until the events of that weekend. After that she could have used a dose of the small town comfort, because the big city felt awfully lonely and unforgiving, for wherever she looked she saw a stranger.

  When she put the phone down, she leaned back against the comfort of her sofa and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and trying to forget about the cool loneliness of the apartment that threatened to swallow her up. Speaking to her mom made her feel better, but also a little worse as it reminded her of home and how innocent life had once seemed. Her life had been sharply divided into two periods. She used to be a humble girl, studious and good, who went to church with her mother and fishing trips with her father. That had lasted until she had gone to college. Heck, before that she hadn’t even kissed a boy, but that all changed when she tasted freedom and found herself. A whole new world was opened up to her and she knew that she never wanted to return to the idyllic homespun life she had enjoyed previously. The world was filled with opportunities, and in the city she had been surrounded by like minded people who wanted the same things.

  But that had changed recently. When she had left college and started work her pool of friends had diminished significantly, and she was so tired from work that she barely had the energy to go out. Cindy was her best friend, and the two of them had lasted through college, but most of her life had been spent with Mark, a guy she had met in the final year of college. The moment they met she knew that he was special, and they had hit it off instantly. They flirted for a little bit until he asked her to the winter dance, and it was the high school romance that she had never had at high school. They were inseparable for a long time, and when they had embarked on their adult lives they had done so in a partnership. Natalie had a good job at a publishing house while Mark was working as a sous chef in a local restaurant. They had reached the stage where they were planning for a future together. He had begun the process of moving his stuff into her place, because they basically lived together anyway, and Natalie had begun fantasizing about what dress she would wear at her wedding, but that had all changed in the last few weeks.

  He’d been getting distant for a long time but Natalie had just put it down to the stresses and pressures of work. Everyone went through those types of phases, she had thought to herself, and it would pass in time. But it only got worse. When she tried to initiate sex she was often rebuffed, and even when it did happen it was missing the flame of love that had been present every time before. It felt as though the pyre of passion that burned so fiercely between them had been dulled, and she wasn’t sure why. At first she tried to ignore it and let the problem work itself it, and there was also an element of fear playing a role because she didn’t want to rock the boat too much, but eventually it became untenable and she found herself having one of those conversation that everyone dreaded. The wounds were still raw, and often when she had a quiet moment her mind replayed the incident as though it were happening in that exact moment.

  “I can’t talk about this right now,” he had said, motioning to leave, but she wouldn’t let him. She moved in front of him and challenged him to stay.

  “You’ve made me ask this question. You know I wouldn’t do this if things hadn’t gotten to the point where we have a serious problem, so you’re going to sit down with me right now and we’re going to sort this out, because it’s stressing me out. I haven’t been able to sleep properly, I haven’t been able to concentrate at work, and now you just want to brush me off? It doesn’t work like that. There’s something wrong here and I deserve to know what’s going on.”

  She remembered the look that came over his face. In that moment he transformed from the man she loved into someone else entirely. It was as though everything she knew had been cast in a new light. He turned away from her and cast his hooded eyes down, away from her glance, ashamed of something. He ran his hands through his thick hair and sank down on the couch. Natalie had been seized by fear, and a million horrible thoughts raced through her mind. She stood by the counter, paralyzed, and gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles went white. There were some things that you end up taking for granted, and she and Mark had been together for so long that the trust between them was one such thing.

  “I’m not sure how to begin,” he said, and her heart sank even further.

  “Maybe you should just say whatever’s been on your mind these past few weeks.”

  “It’s not that easy. I’ve just…I’ve been feeling really lonely recently.”

  “I don’t understand,” Natalie said, puzzled, “You’ve got me here all the time. I’m always here for you, you know that.”

  “But I didn’t think I could come to you with this.”

  “Tell me what it is. I’m your girlfriend, we’re planning on living together, and you can’t do that if you can’t be completely honest with me.”

  Mark took a deep breath, but his head remained hung down. His shoulders were hunched, and he looked every inch the defeated man.

  “I couldn’t tell you about this.”

  “You have to tell me now, otherwise we have nothing. If you can’t talk to me about your feelings then obviously our relationship means nothing to you.”

  “How could you say that?” he said, his eyes flashing towards her, “It means everything to me. You mean everything to me! That’s why this is so hard,” and then his voice softened again and he resumed his morose pose, before taking a deep breath.

  “There are some things that have happened recently and I haven’t known how to tell you. Work’s been…difficult. The owners have been talking about making changes and I was one of those changes. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry about me, and I thought that I could sort things out quickly. I had savings and that’s what I’ve been using to pay my rent the last couple of months, but I thought I could get another job and I’ve been applying for loads, but it hasn’t worked out that way and the longer it’s gone on the worse it’s gotten because right now I can’t even afford to take you out to dinner, and I hate that because I need to be able to take care of you.”

  “Mark, how could you not tell me?!” she yelled, a mixture of emotions running through her heart. She was angry and frustrated, but also concerned and worried. She didn’t know whether to hit him or hug him, and she ended up doing neither, merely remaining standing looking at him, the man she had pinned her hopes and dreams to, looking utterly dejected.

  “I know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought if I just got a new job then you’d never have to know. I know work stresses you out and I didn’t want you to have to think that you’d have to support me. It might be old-fashioned but I’ve always thought that the man needs to be the breadwinner and I felt so ashamed to think that I couldn’t provide for you.”

  “That’s a load of crap Mark. I’ve got a good job, I’m independent, I’m not with you so you can provide for me or protect me. We’re partners. We’re supposed to trust each other and help each other when we need to, not keep secrets.”

  “I messed up, okay, I admit that, but the longer it went on, the longer I didn’t tell you, the harder it got. You have no idea how difficult it was to lay next to you in bed. All those interviews messed me up badly. I felt so low, and I couldn’t even tell you about it.”

  “I just wanted to help you.”

  “I know…”

  “So did you ever find a job?”

  “Not yet. And it made me think about things. It’s been tearing my soul apart, clawing at me, and I thought it would stop over time but it hasn’t. I don’t want to mooch off you and I know we’ve
been talking about moving in together but I’m not sure I can be with you if I don’t have a job. I don’t feel myself, I don’t feel like I can be the man you deserve.”

  “Well you shouldn’t really have a say in that. I get to choose who I love. I want to help you. I want to work through this together. You can stay here for as long as you want.”

  “I can’t, because nothing’s going to change.”

  “You’ll get a job eventually.”

  “I don’t want to be relying on your charity.”

  “It’s not charity for God’s sake, I’m your girlfriend, and I’m helping the person I love. Where are you going to stay if you can’t afford to pay your rent?”

  “That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, and took another deep breath. By this point Natalie’s nerves were frayed and she felt herself trembling. “I’ve been doubting myself longer than this. Losing my job was just a symptom I think. I’m not sure if I want to be a chef anymore. I haven’t been able to get a job, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get one in the same line of work, and I don’t really know if I even want to.”

  “What will you do instead?”

  “That’s just it, I don’t know. I feel like I don’t know anything, like I have to start all over again,” he said, his words choking in his throat. He started shuddering and then crystal tears rolled down his cheeks. Natalie still loved him and she hated to see him in so much pain, and despite her anger she felt compelled to comfort him so she sat beside him and went to wrap her arms around him, but he pulled himself away, as if the slightest touch brought him actual physical pain. When he recoiled she knew that there was a deep-seated pain in his soul, one which wouldn’t be easily dealt with, and she didn’t feel she had the tools necessary to help him through it. Perhaps if he’d have come to her when he was first dealing with these things it might have been different, but he had left it too long and his soul had started to rot away. He’d started into oblivion by himself, and without anyone to pull him back he had been sucked into it, and could see nothing but the dark despair surrounding him.