Futa Ghosts by Futamonster- Recovered

Story by RedSeeds

First of all, let me stress that this is not my story. It was written by an author who went by 'Futamonster', who recently nuked their account. Upon learning this, I went to the Wayback Machine and Google Caches to try and salvage what I could. Unfortunately School Of Futas, the spiritual successor to this story that was 12 chapters deep at least before the account was deleted, has so many parts missing that it's basically pointless for me to try. I just hope the author reconsiders and returns, as I was looking forward to reading more of it.

Also, a large chunk of chapter 7 of this specific story is also gone. I'll put what I saved of chapter seven here, but it will just end abruptly.

If the original author asks me to delete this, I will. Personally, I'm tired of authors doing stuff like this. Why not just change the email address on your account to a burner you're never going to use again and abandon the account, leaving the stories intact? Deleting your stories like this wastes valuable time for somebody who might want to find it specifically to reread it in the future.

Anyway, enjoy what I saved, and let me know if the formatting breaks. I pasted these into word documents quite hastily.

Chapter 1 Futa Ghosts Ch. 01

This is the first part in a projected ten-part series. The story will contain monster cocks, Futanari on Futanari sex, demons and scenes of incest. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Chapter One - The Summoning

The school day passed as normal for Carla. There were lessons that she listened attentively to, jokes shared with her twin friends Stacey and Alice, and of course the obligatory spot of bullying from Vanessa on the way home. This time the bitch had pulled her hair while insulting her about her family. Carla tried to stay composed and managed it for the most part. At least she refrained from crying in front of Vanessa and her gang of friends. It seemed that to them, wanting to study and do well to earn a place at university made her a freak. It didn't help that, while far from being ugly, Carla also wasn't in the same league as Vanessa and her cronies when it came to looks. Her brown hair was flat and dull no matter what she did with it. Her eyes were a nice light blue colour, but there wasn't any sparkle to them. And her biggest disappointment, as far as she was concerned, was the fact that her breasts were too small. They weren't totally flat as some women's were, but she was a bit thick around the waist and broad-shouldered too, which combined made her tits look smaller than they actually were. And now she was eighteen, there was little chance that they would grow any more. She was stuck with them.

Suffice it to say, she was in a bit of a dark mood when she got home. Her father was the town priest, so they lived in a small house attached to the church. Her mother, Ava, looked at her with concern when she went in while Amy, her older sister, tried to cajole the reason out of her. Carla stayed mute however, knowing that to spill the beans wouldn't help. Her mother would just inform the school and then Vanessa would have more ammunition against her. Amy would just confront her herself, with much the same outcome likely.

Her father, James, barely looked up from his study of the bible. It would take more than a moody daughter to make him pay her any attention. But that day, because she was so upset at what went on, Carla did do something that made him take notice. She was helping her mother make the dinner when she accidentally touched a boiling hot saucepan.

Before she could stop herself, she cried out, "Shit!" and ran to put her hand under the cold tap.

Behind her, she heard her father slam the book down on the table. Carla winced. She could tell he was angry - it was the only time he ever risked damaging his precious books.

"How dare you, young lady?" he said in his deceptively calm voice.

"Please, James," Ava said, coming to her daughter's defence, "she has hurt herself. Surely-"

"Surely nothing. I will not have swear words uttered aloud in this house of God!"

Carla turned to face her parents. "I'm sorry, Dad. It just came out. I promise it won't happen again."

"Let me look at your hand," he said. She obligingly held it out. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he examined it. "There's no lasting damage," he declared.

For just a moment, Carla let herself believe that that would be the end of it. She should have known better. James grabbed her wrist and dragged her back towards his chair. Carla cried out, begged him not to do it. Ava added her voice to the pleas, but once his mind was made up nothing would change it. Her father sat down in his chair and forced her to lay face-down across his lap. He didn't hesitate; he just yanked her skirt up out the way and smacked her bottom, first one cheek and then the other. Carla sobbed at the pain and the injustice of it and prayed for him to stop,

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