A cold wind blows through the silent moonlit night, ruffling the branches of the sakura forest surrounding an ancient shrine left untended for what seemed like decades as flora and fauna alike crept over the mouldy structure, slowly reintegrating the man made structure back into nature’s embrace.
But on the stone steps leading up to the shrine proper sits a young man, scrolling through the images he’d taken during his entire day spent isolated from society, studying the shrine and scouring each nook and cranny for forgotten secrets, only managing to find mice and rot.
Hiro was a history enthusiast and novice photographer, blending his interests and profession into one as he ran a personal blog dedicated to sites of importance in his homeland’s history; from temples and shrines to modern ‘taboo’ places where grizzly murders and folktales abound.
But overtime, he had begun to feel empty, each visit to a new location boring him to no end no matter what history or deep lore it held, beginning to affect his work as well, with viewers telling him to get a break or two, with a few unkind strangers telling him he had 'stagnated' and was 'better off quitting early'.
The friday night that changed his life though, was a mail sent to him by one of his followers, containing a set of images that looked to be terrible shots of an ordinary shrine that somehow piqued the ailing photographers interest.
Despite being an otherwise normal looking shrine. this particular location stood out as a first for Hiro, the vibrant glowing flowers of the many sakura trees blooming somehow captivating him, as if beckoning for him to make the journey.
Since he was on vacation, Hiro had packed his bags the following day, hoping in his heart that the message’s contents were real as he set off for that red dot in the middle of the map provided to him by the mystery individual.
And indeed it was, finding the stairs at the foot of the forested hill, Hiro was excited to finally see the ruins as he remembered them on his computer, exploring the area immediately as the day sped by, warm afternoon sun fading for a cool evening sky as the moon shone bright in the sky.
Despite having taken numerous breathtaking shots of the place, Hiro was still unsatisfied, his mind drifting back to that blurred shot of the shrine at night, glowing pink sakura leaves mixing with the cool blues of the moonlight. A desire to make that shot vibrantly clear burning in his chest as he scrolled through the images he had taken, feeling inferiority as he compared them to the mysterious messenger's blurry image.
But without the glow of the seemingly dead sakura trees, Hiro was at his wits end on what to do, he’d never felt this desperate, this empty before.
Gazing back at the derelict shrine, something seemed to resonate with Hiro’s desire, calling out to him subtly as he rose to his feet, leaving his laptop, camera and haversack on the steps as he moved toward the entrance to the musky interior, noticing a faint pink light coming from a pedestal he had somehow missed from his earlier expedition through the ruins.
Or maybe it had mysteriously appeared out of thin air? Hiro didn’t bother to question, only knowing that right now, that orb of light would have the answers he desired, the method to bring those trees back into bloom.
Entranced by the orb, Hiro reaches out, his eyes reflecting the image of the swirling miasma of pink phantom butterflies surrounding the glassy surface of the radiant orb, reacting to his presence as they flutter towards the stranger, landing on his body and probing with curious feelers as more and more begin to cover Hiro entirely, a humanoid mass of pink butterflies as their glow begins to hide him from view.
Beneath the insectoid mass, Hiro’s body begins to shift and change, pale skin gaining a radiant hue as body hair recedes and muscle fades, leaving dainty limbs behind and a slender frame to match, his bones snapping and reforming into new shapes and sizes as his arms grew out; fingers shrinking into petite digits tipped with smooth pink nails, hips cracking outward to give him a subtle curvature that linked down to his fattening thighs and calves, creamy flesh and jiggly fat coming together to form a pair of curvy legs that ended in small womanly feet healed of its calluses and worn skin.
Dazed, Hiro can only drool as he feels the tickle of the many jointed legs of the butterfly swarm covering him, their comforting warmth making it hard to think as he felt himself literally melt and reshape like putty, unaware of his feminizing body as his clothes began to change as well, underwear and singlet vanishing outright as his jacket and jeans meld into one, shifting into a large frilly blue kimono decorated with floral motifs as a single sash of blue cloth wraps itself around his now pinched in waist, suffocating Hiro as it forces the kimono to hug his shapely form, highlighting the curves and sculpted valleys of supple flesh beneath as the subtle growth on his chest bursts forth, pushing out the cloth as the sash around him tightens further, filling the small mounds with a hefty serving of milk and fat as they soon blow up into sizeable D-cup breasts, sagging the cloth as the inverted nipples that tipped the succulent melons begin to secrete the aromatic nectar of a woman.
Twitching slightly, Hiro gasps as he feels the brush of a wing against his throat, not realizing one sneaky member of the group had managed to sneak down his open mouth, fiddling around as its wings spread a cloud of pink pollen inside of him, altering vocal chords as Hiro’s adam’s apple vanishes, his raspy voice slowly shifting into a breathy, high pitched soprano as he begins to pant and sigh, the throbbing sensation between his legs rising further as he feels his dick rub against the smooth cloth of the kimono before slinking back up between thick, smooth thighs, feeling something that wasn’t semen drip from between the unfamiliar pair of lips now settled where his manhood once stood, a throbbing pulse running upwards as a new passage of aching warm flesh opens up, leading to the womb flanked by fresh ovaries pumping hormones throughout Hiro’s new body as she stood still, twitching ever so slightly as her widening, dull blue eyes filled with the same pink light of the butterflies.
As the pink butterfly crawls up the warm wet throat and exits the mouth of its host, an erotic groan resounds from Hiro as she almost chokes on the intruder, pushing off of kissable lips as it flew off to rejoin its brethren as they depart the interior and into the night sky with their work done to reveal the pink haired woman standing dazed before the now empty podium, the orb long since drained into her curvaceous form as she remained frozen, a dainty hand still outstretched as drool begins to drip down her lips and onto her clothes.
Hiro could hardly remember what it was that had made him come here in the first place. Snapping out of his stupor, he glances down at himself, raising doll-like limbs in curiosity as Hiro questioned why she had even thought of herself as a man. Poking a delicate finger to her breasts was all the confirmation she needed that she was a girl, if the empty void between her legs wasn’t enough proof.
Before she could move any further though, heavy fog begins to press down on her head, dropping her limbs down to her sides as Hiro’s mind crumples in on the oppressive weight, as if someone or something else had snuck into her brain, feeling the warm hands of someone else coax her to sleep as her eyelids begin to flutter, drooping shut as incomprehensible words of comfort lull her into the embrace of sweet rest…
Feeling a smile widen on her new face, the woman manifests a hat from thin air, placing it gently atop her head as she elegantly turns around, stepping outside without another word…
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“It’s been so long since I've roamed the land of the living…and yet, nothing much has changed…”
Stepping around the exterior in the dead of night, a woman in a fluffy blue kimono walks the grounds of the abandoned shrine, surrounded by the wisps of the deceased as phantom butterflies that matched her striking eyes and short bob of vibrant hair fluttered slowly around her, lending an otherworldly aura to the serene beauty enjoying each flutter of her kimono as it brushes against her warm body, while her silky hair tickles her cheeks.
While she didn’t necessarily feel much different when compared to her spiritual form back in the Netherworld, Yuyuko certainly did enjoy the added benefits of how back to earth she felt with the flesh and blood body she had acquired for herself, feeling the warmth of blood flowing through her veins, the sensitivity of her skin as the wind and cloth traced over them. Nothing quite like that when you were a simple ghost.
Although she seemed to have forgotten how…’needy’...the human body could be, blushing as each step she took sent a tingle through her spine as her smooth creamy thighs brushed up against each other beneath the tight kimono, feeling cold sweat drip down her forehead as she rubbed her warm cheeks with a hand, unable to believe how incredibly hot she was feeling so soon after returning to the human world.
Running another hand over her warm stomach, Yuyuko seemed to regret not taking the time to acclimate before instantly jumping into the body of the first human that had wandered into the place she had found herself trapped in many years ago. Things certainly were easier to focus on when you didn’t feel the urge to procreate bearing down on you…
Despite her carefree nature, the princess of Hakugyokurou didn’t want to just strip herself bare and tend to her aching loins. She barely had a lick of experience in the matter.
“How vexing…what do I even do now…oh? Oh my? Perfect timing~”
Turning her head towards the sound of a twig snapping, Yuyuko eyes the young human man approaching from a long evening hike up the hill, stopping mid step as he gazed at the entrancing beauty that stood at the top of the stairs, sakura leaves overhead beginning to ignite into a fiery pink glow as a bewitching smile spreads across her lips, casting the maiden in a pink shower of light as she gazes lovingly down at the human, seemingly satisfied at what she was looking at as the two stood still for a moment, their gazes locked on each other’s faces.
Before Yukuko took the first steps toward the human man, eager to start a conversation with him.
“What brings a young man like you up here so late at night? Ah, enjoying the summer perhaps?”
Snapping out of his trance, the young man stutters as he backs down the steps, apologizing for the intrusion as Yuyuko notices his retreat, gripping his arms in her own before he could fully excuse himself, stopping his apology mid-sentence.
“Why so eager to go? Stay the night why don’t you, it is dangerous after all to go wandering off so late into the dark all alone!”
“And the cherry blossoms are in full bloom tonight! Come, come, don’t be shy!”
With the man in tow, Yuyuko makes her way back to the main body of the rejuvenated shrine, her supernatural powers coming in handy to make it look like she wasn’t some homeless nut living in a derelict shrine. How unbecoming of her if she was caught like that.
With the passing of a few cups of sake and a short moon gazing session, the unlikely couple would soon retreat inside the building, sharing the only futon together as they tended to each other's needs in their alcoholic stupor.
And underestimating the human form once more, Yuyuko’s finds herself unable to hold back as alcohol pumps though her body, leaving her unable to resist as she falls screaming and moaning into the dexterous hands of the surprisingly bestial man as they ravish each other beneath the sheets, on the walls and in a multitude of positions she never knew possible…
Safe to say that by the time the two had fallen asleep, Yuyuko’s earthly desires were well and truly sated…
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Awakening the next day, Yuyuko rises off the cum soaked sheets of her futon as the late morning sun’s rays bathe her in warmth, feeling it permeate her wet skin as she finds her kimono lying discarded to the side of the room, safe from the ravenous mating session she still remembered vividly as she slung the cloth over her naked body.
“Ahh…I'm feeling all hot and tingly again…”
As if on cue, the doors to the room slide open, the young man she now knew as Kenshi from their short conversation over supper before getting into the heat of things walking in with a tray of food fit for two.
Supposedly a survivalist, Kenshi had gotten a fire going in the otherwise empty stove in the shrine and making do with the food he had in his bag.
Although Yuyuko had a feeling his mind was focused elsewhere as she stood there half dressed, her bed hair sticking seductively to her youthful face, lean rounded shoulders and the nape of her creamy neck exposed for his viewing pleasure as she giggled at the sight of his morning wood pressed up painfully against his pants.
She bid a silent apology to her bodyguard back in the Netherworld for the delay in her return as she feels that same fire from last night beginning to spark back up as she eyed Kenshi’s sizable rod, the feeling of it pulsing deep inside of her still lingering as she sighed.
It would be a fair bit of time before she would return to take her place as the missing princess of Hakugyokurou, but till then? She wondered if it really was so bad to partake in the joys of being human. A sensation that resonated within her as a pang of nostalgia.
Setting down the food, Yuyuko got herself ready for another round as Kenshi walks over, surprising her as he tugs up her kimono’s loose sleeves, tying the sash around her waist as he tells her to go wash up and eat her fill, trying hard not to stare too hard at her chest as she binked demurely at him, feeling butterflies well up in her chest as unfamiliar emotions surged through her body, no doubt because of her human mind and body.
Did all humans really feel this strongly about matters of affection?
Fussing over her feelings as she trotted over to the baths, Yuyuko struggled over her duties to manage the spirits in the Netherworld over the unfamiliar whims of the human heart throbbing in her chest.
She wondered if she would ever be able to let Kenshi go after their one night tryst had her aching for more…fearing the notion of being unable to return to her spiritual form back in the Netherworld if she ever got too deep into her new life.
Although she could always pull a trick or two out of her amazing skill set, with just a simple spirit manipulation ability, she could always turn the mind she currently possessed into a human clone of herself that would happily wed Kenshi if the two ever got that far.
Truth be told, he really could use a touch of love or two in the dark pit he was currently in, not satisfied with his work at all, even Yuyuko herself knew pushing too hard wouldn't lead to any good in the long run.
Though the idea of Kenshi marrying a woman that only looked like her ticked her the wrong way. Musing to herself as she stepped into the warm waters.
Hrmm, the human heart sure is a fickle thing...how ironic for a mere ghost to feel joy in the emptiness of a sad human~
THE END