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The first San Tejon Ghost Touchers Society adventure!", "writing": "“[i]Blood Camp III[/i] or [i]Damnation of the Living Fiends[/i]?” Bradley asked as he and Alrik slowly ambled down the bike path towards downtown San Tejon.\n\n“Uhh, obviously I’d take comfortably living in my zombie-proof fortress instead of being stalked by an unkillable mask wearing serial killer at some janky summer camp who’s mad because, um I don’t even remember why he was mad even,” Alrik said indignantly.\n\n“Because twenty years ago horny counselors were smoking drugs and Doing It and he like, saw some some rabbit girl getting her nipples licked and had a heart attack or something,” Bradley said matter of factly, enjoying watching his friend blush and look embarrassed at the frank mention of sex and drugs.\n\n“How is that [i]my[/i] fault?!” Alrik squeaked, sounding furious at the sheer injustice of being murdered for someone else’s rude behavior.\n\n“Well if you don’t get high or drink or lick any titties you’d probably be a good candidate for the Final Girl, err Boy,” Bradley quickly corrected himself.\n\n“But then I just get killed in the first five minutes of the sequel anyways,” Alrik retorted.\n\n“And you don’t get to play with horny camp counselor knockers,” Bradley teased.\n\n“I’ll most definitely take hoardes of the shambling undead,” Alrik said with certainty.\n\n“Ok, but how do you know you’ll make it to having a zombie-proof fortress?”\n\n“Well, um, first I get you, and then we raid the gun store-“\n\n“What about the dudes running the gun store?” Bradley asked.\n\n“Um, well, you could dig us a zombie-proof burrow instead,” Alrik finished brightly.\n\n“Yeah, I guess I could. Ok, you win that one, but only because I already have a Z-Day Escape Burrow,” Bradley nodded to himself. The badger boy had several burrows he had skillfully hidden around town.\n\n“Ok, what about [i]Radiation Road[/i] versus The [i]Omega Fox[/i]?” Alrik asked after a minute.\n\n“Easy, [i]Radiation Road[/i], I’m immune to radiation and scorpion stings and kill crazy robot bullets,” Bradley strolled with the assurance of an all but unkillable teenager.\n\n“I’m not though!” Alrik said sadly, “Hyenas are most probably Extremely Sensitive to all of those things. I heard about a yeeno kid on the East Coast who built his own nucalar reactor and his mane fell out and he couldn’t stop puking until he died!”\n\n“That’s definitely how you die from radiation poisoning,” Milo chipped in from behind him, “But if you had enough lead shielding you could probably make it through.”\n\n“I mean, The Omega Fox was the last non-cultist on Earth so you’d for sure be dead or a vampire or something in that one,” Bradley lifted a scholarly claw.\n\n“No, there was that one skunk girl remember, she was the loooove interest,” Alrik tried to wink at Bradley but instead just squinted both eyes shut.\n\n“You’re a dork, Alrik,” Bradley leaned over and bumped his shoulder against Alrik’s.\n\n“I’m glad you guys are friends again!” Theo said from the back of their uneven group, the small aardwolf struggling to keep up while weighed down with supplies and gear.\n\n“It’s true,” Milo said with slight unease and pushed his glasses up on his snout, “It’s not really the Ghost Touchers without both of you.”\n\nAlrik kept looking straight ahead, hoping no one could see how badly he was blushing.\n\nThe group of boys was walking down a desolate looking road, past a section of San Tejon that had been built as an adjunct to the city during the booming 196x and 7xs and was now all but abandoned. Strip malls were interspersed with redwood trees and brush.\n\nThey approached a large box of a building that stood ominously alone. A creepy looking cartoon coyote spread his hands, beckoning them towards him. Unlike the other buildings, Carl E. Carrion’s Pizzatainment Meltdown Family Fun Center & Amusement Parlour looked almost untouched on the outside, no tags or graffiti marred the beige, windowless structure, and only the heavily barred front doors indicated it was closed.\n\n“Ferris is already here!” Theo exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the moogle at an abandoned gas station across the street. Ferris was leaned against a primer grey mongrel of an ancient SafariKar that fit the aesthetic of this area perfectly, the trunk was bungee corded closed and was partly open from the stack of AV equipment piled in it.\n\n“Let’s go over the plan one more time in the [b]Stop-n-Snax[/b],” Alrik said decisively and began to cross the street. Ferris shot him the finger.\n--\n\n“Uh, before we start, we should check all of our equipment and I um, have to give you guys a Serious Warning, and I might also have to talk about Adult Material and your Most Privatest of Parts, so sorry in advance,” Alrik said seriously as a light blush rose on his snout and ears. He spread his hands on the dusty countertop of the abandoned [b]Stop-n-Snax[/b] and unfolded a carefully taped together printout of a blueprint, “Just remember it is strictly for Ghost Safety Precautions, we could most possibly be the first team to record conclusive evidence of a Spectral Entity, but it’s not worth it if anyone gets hurt!”\n\nEveryone looked at Alrik intently, it was rare to see the nervous, excitable hyena’s leadership qualities shine through and even Ferris was listening carefully as Alrik laid out the plan.\n\n“There is definitely a chance that there are Evil Ghosts in this Amusement Center, and once we open the door between worlds there will most probably be some kind of Supernatural Entity,” Alrik began dramatically, “Ferris is responsible for providing the acoustic waves that will hopefully reach through the veil between worlds with his bass, this is Extremely Important because the wrong notes could possibly call Evil Ghosts or even worse! This is why Ferris will be here,” Alrik pointed to an X inside a circle in the back corner of what looked like the main room of the amusement center on the blueprint.\n\n“To prevent anyone or uhh, thing from disturbing Ferris he will have his own Protective Circle. Do you have everything you need Ferris?”\n\n“Fuck yeah, braaah,” Ferris said with an enthusiasm that surprised even himself, “Got the Pussy Slayer and a whole fuck-ton of car batteries that Crispy helped me hook up to my amp, braaah.”\n\n“And the um, other stuff?” Alrik sounded anxious again.\n\n“Oh uh, yeah braah, salt ‘n candles ‘n shit,” the moogle teenager nodded as he walked a joint across his knuckles. He had actually been planning on bailing on this whole thing, it sounded like most of Alrik’s gay idiot baby shit, but now he was kind of glad Crispy had made him go.\n\n“I know you’re not trained in Spectral Management, but just remember, no matter what happens, don’t leave the circle until I say it’s safe and give the code word.”\n\n“Um, Alrik?” Theo raised his hand excitedly, practically dancing in place.\n\n“Yes, Theo?”\n\n“I didn’t get a code word!”\n\n“Oh, it’s “Cr-“ Bradley started.\n\n“Wait!” Alrik interrupted, “Also sorry for interrupting, I didn’t mean to yell, but we can’t say the code word out loud, we are too close to the Area of Paranormal Activities!”\n\nHe scribbled down the code word on a scrap of paper, showed it to Theo, then crumpled it up and ate it.\n\n“Why do we need a code word, braah?” Ferris asked with genuine curiosity in spite of himself.\n\n“That way, if a Ghost or Ghosts is temporarily umm, channeled through any of our bodies, which is most probably pretty unlikely, they might try and get everyone else to leave their protected area so that their Ghost friends can erm, also have access to the Mortal Plane.”\n\n“Fuck, braah,” Ferris’ long rabbit-like ears perked up and his lavender pom bounced forward, “You’re talking about possession braaah.”\n\n“Well, most technically yes, although as Ghost Touchers we don’t usually call it ‘possession’,” Alrik said uncomfortably.\n\n“But like, if some ghost or demon or whatever possesses you can’t it totally just like, read your brain ‘n shit braaah?”\n\n“Only if it was a super powerful Entity, according to my research we should most probably be dealing with a Ghost or Ghosts at a five on the MacIntufts-Fluffytuft Spectral Potency Scale thingy,” Alrik said with more confidence, “That means they can maybe control your body for short periods but they can’t make you do anything you wouldn’t normally do or read your thoughts or anything.”\n\n“Fuckin’ cool, braah,” Ferris nodded, “Yeah I’ll stay in the circle ‘til you say the thing, braaah.”\n\nAlrik nodded back, then pointed to an X closer to a large red circle that took up most of the stage, “Bradley, you are going to be here, at the edge of the summoning ring with my dad’s camcorder, no matter how dangerous it looks though, don’t enter the circle without the other code word. If anything goes wrong you help Theo and Ferris get out safely, and make sure not to drop my dad’s camera or he’ll be hecka ticked.”\n\nBradley nodded, he and Alrik had spent the past month talking about tonight’s operation nearly every night before bed, he knew what he was supposed to do. He was really more interested in urban exploration and less interested in the paranormal than Alrik, but he was still interested, and he liked seeing his best friend happy and excited. Although he was a little worried about how Alrik would feel after nothing happened. Not that Bradley didn’t believe in ghosts, he just didn’t believe there were any ghosts in the Carl E. Carrion Amusement Center. The whole Birthday Boy Butcher thing was just an urban legend, and not even a very creative one at that. Most likely the place had gone out of business twenty years ago when kids started buying video games at home and the much better Moonbase Zeta Arcade opened up, plus it was in a terrible location, a strip mall that had been dingy when it was new and outside the bounds of San Tejon proper.\n“Also if the camera doesn’t record anything from outside the circle, give it to Milo, but set it down and have him grab it so you don’t cross the barrier,” Alrik finished with what was probably an unnecessary complication, although Bradley felt a warm glow in the pit of his stomach that Alrik cared for his safety.\n\n“Theo?”\n\n“Hi!” Theo gave a small, cheerful wave.\n\n“You stick close to Bradley and take pictures of anything interesting that happens, but you also don’t go into the circle. You’ve got all your supplies?”\n\nThe aardwolf unzipped the worn day-glo green belly bag he was wearing, “I got liquid bandages; regular Band-Aids, both fur and bristle kinds; a razor in case we gotta use the Band-Aids; four rolls of cotton gauze; surgical scissors; surgical gloves; hydrogen peroxide; and three extra strength carprofen my mom says I can give out if anyone gets hurt enough that they start crying.\n\n“I got two survival blankets, a box of matches, an MRE that’s got some weird writing on it, four liters of water, my mom’s old film camera, five tapes for your camcorder, a flare gun with three flares, two road flares, a Ouiji board, two headlamps, three regular flashlights, and two rolls of duct tape,” Theo finished breathlessly and panted.\n\n“Whoa braaah, you got a flare gun?” Ferris tried not to sound too excited, “Uh, as the responsible older dude here I should probably be the one to carry that, braaah. Just so like, none of you little idiots torches the place when you see a rat or something.”\n\nTheo shrugged, “Sure! It’s from my dad’s boat, just don’t point it at anyone! Unless you need to mark them with a flare, I guess!”\n\nTheo handed the battered aluminum flare pistol to Ferris in its leather shoulder holster with three fat, red tipped flare cartridges in loops. Chekhovskoye RuzhMash. Rossiya was written beneath some kind of weird, backwards letters.\n\n“Why would we need flares?” Milo said suspiciously, sensing that Ferris just wanted the flare pistol to have it.\n\n“I dunno braah, what if like, ghosts take over everyone but at the last minute I like, shoot off a flare into the ghost dude’s corpse that was hidden under the floorboards and like, fuckin’ torch it and send his dead ass screaming back to hell, braaah? And then like, I barely make it outside and set off a flare so someone’ll send a rescue helicopter since we don’t have our phones ‘n shit, braah, what then?” Ferris asked rhetorically.\n\n“How about Ferris can keep the flare gun, but we take a majority vote on it by everyone not controlled by a Ghost before he shoots anything?” Alrik asked the assembled teenagers.\n\nBradley and Theo shrugged, Milo scowled but finally nodded.\n\n“Sick braaah, I’ll only torch shit for the honor of the Ghost Humpers, braaah, Mog Scout’s honor,” Ferris holstered the flare pistol under his arm.\n\n“Ghost Touchers, Ferris!” Theo said cheerfully, “You can’t hump a ghost!”\n\nAlrik moved on, “Milo? Are you uh, all ready.”\n\nThe jackal pushed his glasses up on his snout, “Sure, although I’m going to feel a little ridiculous,” Milo shrugged and smiled.\n\n“Did you get the other stuff I asked about?” Alrik asked pensively.\n\n“Oh, uh, yeah,” he unzipped his backpack and pulled out several neatly labeled plastic bags, “Sacred chalk, sand from The Kubra, phial of Nile water, I didn’t have enough scarabs so some of us will have to wear ankhs.”\n\n“Blessed?” Alrik asked.\n\n“The Hierophant and my set āyat, err, my grandma I mean, both said the Words of Safe Passage over everything,” Milo opened one of the smaller bags and pulled out several brooches and necklaces, “Who wants what?”\n\n“What’s the difference?” Bradley asked as he inspected the neatly lined up jewelry.\n\n“I mean, supposedly the scarab will shield you directly, the ankh is supposed to get the Lord of Secrets' attention so he’ll help you out,” Milo said in a scholarly tone. After some back and forth everyone ended up with a symbol around their neck or pinned on their shirt.\n\nFinally Milo took out a small statue wrapped in silk, “Uh, I know you didn’t exactly ask for it, but I brought one of my family’s shabti, I don’t think they’ll mind if we borrow it for a day.”\n\n“What’s that?” Theo stretched over the counter to get a better look, the small glazed statue looked like a wolf or jackal wearing a combination of a skirt and armor and holding an odd backwards curved sword.\n\n“They’re supposed to just be servitors for The Dead, but if you go into the uh, Land of the Dead or bring The Dead to you they’ll work just as well, I mean if you believe in that kind of stuff,” Milo pushed up his glasses and handed the statuette to Alrik.\n\n“I do believe in that kind of stuff!” Alrik said excitedly.\n\n“Just be careful with it ok, it my mom’s.”\n\n“And you’re still ok with most probably going into The Spirit Realm?” Alrik could barely contain his excitement, Milo’s religious training was key to this whole thing.\n\n“Sure, just tell me what I need to do,” Milo said with no hint of fear.\n\n“How come Milo gets to go into the ghost circle?” Theo asked in a good natured tone.\n\n“Um, he is the most qualified in erm, several Highly Specific ways,” Alrik stammered and blushed furiously.\n\nFerris, always watching for something that made Alrik nervous or embarrassed joined in, “Yeah braah, how come you guys get to go into the rad ghost world?”\n\nMilo snickered, “You guys just didn’t make the cut.”\n\n“Well, no,” Alrik retorted, not catching Milo’s meaning, “Milo and I just have umm, a Particular Difference that both Hyaenic Tradition and Paranormal Science agree helps protect us from Evil Ghosts!”\n\n“You’re both a couple of flaming gaymos?” Ferris said without malice.\n\nAlrik finally got Milo’s double meaning and blushed until his snout was nearly purple.\n\n“Well, you are um, much more prone to interference by Evil Ghosts if you have a foreskin is all,” Alrik mumbled.\n\n“I should probably have two circles around me then, braaah, ‘cuz this footlong’s got like, an eightskin, braaah,” Ferris winked lewdly and got Alrik to look like he might faint.\n\n“What about me?” Theo looked slightly confused about the whole thing.\n\n“According to my research, sheaths pretty much count as the same thing,” Alrik was regaining some of his composure now.\n\n“What should I do?” A creaky, sleepy voice said from near the ceiling of the gas station.\n\nFerris shrieked and clung to Bradley, “Fuck me, braaah, you were right it is a fuckin’ ghost!”\n\n“Huh? Where?” The same voice asked as a spindly, shadowy form slowly dropped from the rafters of the dark gas station.\n\n“Lucien?” Alrik asked, “What are you doing here?”\n\nThe possum teenager dropped to the ground in a lazy somersault, holding a brown paper bag and munching on a grape.\n\n“Just danglin’ around, and fell asleep, I guess. What are you guys doing here?”\n\n“Alrik’s gonna touch a ghost!” Theo said excitedly.\n\n“Fuck, braah, I almost fuckin’ glocked you, braaah,” Ferris said angrily as he let go of Bradley.\n\n“Sorry, I just like exploring and get sleepy sometimes,” Lucien shrugged, “Can I help, that sounds pretty neat!”\n\nAlrik looked thoughtful, he didn’t really want to ask the strange possum boy about his foreskin situation, “just stay near Bradley and Theo and do what they say.”\n\n“Let’s go touch a ghost!” Theo said happily.\n--\n\nThe twin giant speakers, both with the PROPERTY OF STHS A/V CLUB DO NOT REMOVE painted on their sides hastily covered with HummingwayTech and Chocobo Decapitation stickers, boomed and thudded, loud enough to shake the haphazardly wired stack of car batteries on the flatbed cart. Ferris nodded his head as he jammed on his bass, his lavender All-Stars hovering just above the warped wood flooring as his bat wing fluttered in time with the beat. His lit joint dangled from the corner of his mouth, nearly forgotten, he usually got pretty in the zone when he was rocking out, but he was playing way better than he ever had before.\n\nAlrik raised the charred bone in front of him, every strand of fur on his body felt like it was standing on end and litter stirred on the floor as a slight breeze picked up despite the firmly sealed doors and lack of windows.\n\nMilo stood shirtless with red hieroglyphs daubed on his chest and belly. The jackal blinked in surprise behind his thick glasses, he had to admit something weird was happening, although it could just be that Ferris’ bass was so loud it was starting to trigger hallucinations. Every strand of fur on his body stood on end, his nipples felt like they could cut glass, and he found himself with an uncomfortably hard erection straining at the front of his cargo pants.\n\n“Do it!” Alrik shouted to be heard over the thumping bass. Milo, although severely weirded out, was still a sceptic at his core, and, quite sure it wouldn’t make a difference either way, he lifted the small iron pot of sand in one paw and awkwardly held the unrolled papyrus scroll borrowed from the Anubian Temple library in his other.\n\n“[Lord of Secrets, Devourer of Billions, Allfather of the Jackal Tribes, Comforter of the Mournful, Foremost in the House of the West, The Dweller-in-the-Desert, hear me!]” Milo intoned in the yipping cadence of the Old Tongue, he mostly thought about building [i]Wizardry[/i] decks in his Elder Jackhaelic classes, but he thought he was doing pretty good.\n\n“[O Sacred Black Howler of the Desert, we beseech you, unlock the gates to the Land of the Dead! Hear me!]”\n\nMilo scattered the sand on the wooden table in front of them, noting with distaste that some of it got stuck on decades old pizza grease. He set the pot down and gingerly took the bone from Alrik, there was no way this was [i]really[/i] a bone from someone who had actually died here, the overenthusiastic hyena had paid a fortune for a charred soup bone from an online scammer, most likely. If it conjured the spirit of anything it would probably be a zoomorphic cow.\n\nThe music grew louder and lower, seemingly almost below the range of even his keen hearing. Milo looked back at his friends outside the chalk circle, it looked like a heat mirage was encircling them, quavering in time with Ferris’ too loud notes.\n\nHe briefly thought about calling this off, it was getting [i]too[/i] weird, but seemingly of their own volition his paws grasped the bone, snapped it in half, and carelessly tossed them into the small sand ring on the table.\n\nAlrik stared in wonder at the Incontrovertible Proof of Paranormal Activity, they were sealed in by what he hoped was some kind of protective barrier. Although he also wondered if maybe this [i]was[/i] enough for one day, after all, what if the ghosts looked all gross and scary like when they were murdered? He opened his mouth to tell Milo he should stop.\n\n“[Unbar the kraal that pens the spirits and come forth, ye who perished here! Let the spirits drink and feast!]” Instead of telling Milo to do anything, Alrik wheezed out what sounded like insane laughter in someone else’s voice, [Cackling Goddess! Let the spirits dance with me!]”\n\nMilo looked at him with scared eyes and Alrik shrugged helplessly. The charred pieces of bone seemed to melt and then vanished into the sand. The sand itself rippled like a pond, over spilling the table top, and began to rapidly cover the floor beneath them to a depth that should have been impossible.\n--\n\n“Do you think they’re ok?” Bradley asked Theo and Lucien in a pensive voice, having to bellow to be heard over the sickening pulse of the bass. The aardwolf just let out an uncomfortable whine while Lucien slowly munched a grape and looked on in mingled horror and interest as the possum dangled upside down from one of the dark fluorescent light bars in the rafters.\n\n“Fuck this,” Bradley handed Lucien up the camcorder, “Keep filming, also don’t drop it!”\n\nThe honey badger strode towards where Ferris was floating at his maximum flight ceiling of about a meter off the ground and, without any hesitation, snatched the power lead from the amp. There was a loud crackle and Bradley felt all his bristles stand on end and the leathery palm of his hand throb dully while the stack of haphazardly wired car batteries smoked and sparked. Despite being disconnected from its power source and speakers, Ferris’ bass guitar droned on with no change in volume or rhythm.\n\n“Ferris, stop!” Bradley waved his claws in front of the moogle’s bloodshot eyes. Ferris just nodded, looking like a mog hypnotized.\n\n“Hey Bradger,” Lucien screeched to be heard, “I think maybe you should take a look at this!”\n\nThe next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion, from what little Bradley could remember of that afternoon, the first thing that stood out was Ferris beginning to glow with an eerie green light as he rose higher into the air, far beyond his normal height limit.\n\nThere was a noiseless explosion and Ferris’ clothes exploded off of him, leaving him fully naked save for his beanie. The moogle floated back to the ground and started playing even faster, banging his head in time with the eldritch groove he was blasting.\n\nBradley turned back to the shimmering summoning circle just in time to see Milo engulfed with green, ghostly light. The jackal boy stood stone still, watching as Alrik was menaced by green tendrils of ectoplasmic energy sprouting from within the sand.\n\n“Alrik! Milo!” Bradley bellowed over Ferris’ endless groove, “come towards my voice!”\n\nMilo seemed to hear him and turned his head to look at Bradley, Alrik struggled and snarled, trying to bite at the tendrils that were closing in on his arms. Milo took one staggering step towards Bradley and then fell to his knees on the sand covered floor.\n\nTo Bradley’s horror, a circular patch of the sand in front of Milo began to glow an eerie green-gold. An armored wolf, a life sized version of Milo's shabti, slowly raised from the sand in front of the terrified jackal boy. The glowing, leanly muscled wolf held a strange, backwards curved sword in one paw and reached out the other to Milo.\n\n“Milo!” Bradley yelled and pounded at the shimmering barrier. He raked his claws against the shimmering barrier, but it was like trying to tear through kevlar, yielding but indestructible. He couldn’t hear anything but the quavering thump of Ferris’ [i]PussySlayer[/i] but Milo was saying something to the huge wolf and reaching for his outstretched hand. The wolf helped him to his feet and wrapped a thickly muscled arm protectively around Milo’s bare chest.\n\n“[i]Nooo[/i]!” Bradley pounded on the barrier as Milo and the wolf slowly sank into the sand. Bradley now had a clear view of a struggling Alrik who looked like he was being toyed with by the glowing tendrils.\n\nSuddenly, there was a bright flash of light and Bradley stared in awe as a ghostly, teenaged lion boy appeared behind Alrik, floating above the ground with the ghostly tentacles seemingly sprouting from his back. He looked about the same age as him and Alrik, with a lush teenage mane and long, old-fashioned looking headfur. The floating lion teen was totally nude, with a flat stomach that didn’t [i]quite[/i] have a visible six-pack below the translucent and tawny fur and long, leanly muscled legs. \n\n“Alrik!” Bradley bellowed, the hyena and the lion both looked at him. The lion boy snapped his fingers and everything froze.\n--\n\n“You’re kinda studly, for a hyena” the young voice seemed to come from within Alrik’s head, “and your mane is bitchin’ groovy.”\n\n“Who are you?” Alrik spoke without opening his mouth, he stopped struggling and biting, but jumped as a light touch ruffled his mane and stroked his neck.\n\n“I’m Hunter, hyena dude,” the voice responded in perfectly understandable Californio that had an outdated feel to it, like it was someone reading an old new broadcast.\n\n“Are you a ghost?” Alrik’s voice broke as he felt something soft and warm, although not at all unpleasant, looping around his ankles.\n\n“Pretty sure, yeah,” Hunter’s surfer bro voice said in Alrik’s head. An invisible paw stroked across Alrik’s belly and lifted his shirt. The touch was soft and warm, not at all like Alrik thought a ghost touch would feel like.\n\n“Um, I’m a licensed ghost toucher,” Alrik thought.\n\n“Far out,” Hunter sounded legitimately impressed, “Nobody’s touched me since I’ve been a ghost though, dude. Nobody alive I mean.”\n\n“Ah, normally I think I’m supposed to [i]haah[/i] just touch you with a camera even,” Alrik struggled not to moan as a ghostly hand lightly played with his nipple.\n\n“My friend Chase always said hyenas were like, totally grody, but you’re pretty cute,” Hunter seemed not to hear him, “You wanna Make It?”\n\n“H-huh?” Alrik whined as he saw ghostly tendrils looping around his thighs and into the legs of his shorts.\n\n“Y’know, Get It On? I’ve never Made It with a yeeno before, just Chase but he’s a lion like me. Or was I guess?”\n\n“Wh-what’s happening to my friend?!” Alrik squeaked as he saw Milo pulled down into the floor by a scary looking armored wolf.\n\n“Oh, whoa, far [i]out[/i],” Hunter echoed, “I’ve never seen [i]that[/i] before. He’s probably ok though. Hey, are yeenos really all super hung? Chase says you guys all have huge, gross weiners, even the yeeno chicks.”\n\n“Unnh I’m n-not,” Alrik squirmed as a Ghost Tendril lightly slid across his balls over his underwear, “A-and that’s kind of s-speciesist, only feral hyena girls have p-penises.” Alrik realized he was starting to ramble.\n\n\n“That’s ok,” Hunter slowly faded into existence and Alrik saw that a tawny furred arm was wrapped around his waist and stroking at his chest. The ghost boy’s cock throbbed against Alrik’s butt.\n\n“You wanna Do It floating? Floating's like, the grooviest part of being a ghost, dude,” Hunter’s ghost tendrils slowly undid Alrik’s belt and fly.\n\n“I um, kind of have a boyfriend,” Alrik half-lied. He and Bradley hadn’t yet used those words as such, but he thought his honey badger extra special best friend might be somewhat upset if his first time Going All The Way was with a ghost boy right in front of him. Even if Hunter sounded like a particularly studly lion boy.\n\n“Aww, that’s too bad,” Hunter continued tugging down Alrik’s shorts, “That jackal kid? He was pretty hot even if he looked like a total nerdlinger.”\n\n“N-no, he’s the honey badger on the other side of the barrier thingy,” Alrik struggled against the tendril wrapped around his wrist to point at Bradley who was currently pounding on the glowing forcefield.\n\n“Oh whoa, you’re into bad boys, huh?” Hunter stroked at Alrik’s nipples and got the hyena to whine and squirm against him, “I mean, he doesn’t have to know.”\n\nHunter snapped his fingers and the pounding bass and Bradley’s muffled yelling stopped. Bradley was mid-yell, completely frozen in place.\n\n“There,” Hunter said out loud, his ghostly tentacles continued to stroke and slide against Alrik’s balls and modest bulge.\n\n“I am um, extremely um,” Alrik moaned as the tip of Hunter’s tendril lightly looped around his bulge and squeezed rhythmically, “flattered even, but I really want my first time to be with Bradley.”\n\n“You guys are really that serious, huh?” Hunter said teasingly but with a note of disappointment in his voice.\n\nHunter lightly dragged his claws across Alrik’s nipples at the same time Alrik’s shorts and undies were tugged down around his ankles, letting his erection spring free into the still, silent air.\n\n“You’re so hard, dude,” Hunter nuzzled Alrik’s ear, “I bet badger boy wouldn’t mind if I just pawed you off.”\n\n“I-it would most probably be ok,” Alrik’s last word came out in an unsteady moan as Hunter wrapped a paw around his cock, “Aah it would probably be for science even.”\n\nHunter slid the fingers of his other paw across the sensitive head of Alrik’s penis, smearing them with the bead of clear pre-cum that was just beginning to leak out. Alrik twitched against his bonds and whined, his stamina had never been what anyone would call impressive and it rarely took much stimulation to set him off, just the gentle stroking from the ghost lion’s paw had him extremely close.\n\n“Lick ‘em clean, yeenoboy,” Hunter whispered as he pressed his pre slick fingers against Alrik’s lips. The hyena greedily sucked at them, earning him a rumbling gasp from the lion, who humped his hard cock against the side of Alrik’s thigh.\n\nAlrik panted and licked at Hunter’s fingers, squirming and writhing as much as he could given his limited range of movement. He was just about to congratulate himself on his impressive duration when a tendril wrapped around his right thigh to the edge of his butt then slowly slid beneath his tail until it gently pressed against the tight, hot skin of his hole.\n\nWith a muffled cackle, Alrik squinted his eyes shut and felt his nuts draw up in their sack as the narrow tendril slowly pressed inside of him. His modest cock throbbed twice in Hunter’s paw and two waves of thick hyena cum splattered onto the rippling sand below, vanishing in a cloud of glowing green smoke.\n\n“Badger boy needs to pay more attention to you,” Hunter said as he licked Alrik’s cum off of his paw with a low purr. Alrik felt the lion teen’s thick penis slide between his thighs with a echoing purr. He looked down in time to see the lion's silky foreskin slide back and reveal the ghostly purple head, slick with ectoprecum, which Alrik believed was the Science term.\n\n“[i]Unngh[/i] hey yeeno dude, I’m gonna keep doing this, ‘kay?” \n\nThe ghostly tentacle still inside Alrik slowly slid in and out, the hyena teen nodded vigorously.\n--", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Blood Camp III or Damnation of the Living Fiends?” Bradley asked as he and Alrik slowly ambled down the bike path towards downtown San Tejon.

“Uhh, obviously I’d take comfortably living in my zombie-proof fortress instead of being stalked by an unkillable mask wearing serial killer at some janky summer camp who’s mad because, um I don’t even remember why he was mad even,” Alrik said indignantly.

“Because twenty years ago horny counselors were smoking drugs and Doing It and he like, saw some some rabbit girl getting her nipples licked and had a heart attack or something,” Bradley said matter of factly, enjoying watching his friend blush and look embarrassed at the frank mention of sex and drugs.

“How is that my fault?!” Alrik squeaked, sounding furious at the sheer injustice of being murdered for someone else’s rude behavior.

“Well if you don’t get high or drink or lick any titties you’d probably be a good candidate for the Final Girl, err Boy,” Bradley quickly corrected himself.

“But then I just get killed in the first five minutes of the sequel anyways,” Alrik retorted.

“And you don’t get to play with horny camp counselor knockers,” Bradley teased.

“I’ll most definitely take hoardes of the shambling undead,” Alrik said with certainty.

“Ok, but how do you know you’ll make it to having a zombie-proof fortress?”

“Well, um, first I get you, and then we raid the gun store-“

“What about the dudes running the gun store?” Bradley asked.

“Um, well, you could dig us a zombie-proof burrow instead,” Alrik finished brightly.

“Yeah, I guess I could. Ok, you win that one, but only because I already have a Z-Day Escape Burrow,” Bradley nodded to himself. The badger boy had several burrows he had skillfully hidden around town.

“Ok, what about Radiation Road versus The Omega Fox?” Alrik asked after a minute.

“Easy, Radiation Road, I’m immune to radiation and scorpion stings and kill crazy robot bullets,” Bradley strolled with the assurance of an all but unkillable teenager.

“I’m not though!” Alrik said sadly, “Hyenas are most probably Extremely Sensitive to all of those things. I heard about a yeeno kid on the East Coast who built his own nucalar reactor and his mane fell out and he couldn’t stop puking until he died!”

“That’s definitely how you die from radiation poisoning,” Milo chipped in from behind him, “But if you had enough lead shielding you could probably make it through.”

“I mean, The Omega Fox was the last non-cultist on Earth so you’d for sure be dead or a vampire or something in that one,” Bradley lifted a scholarly claw.

“No, there was that one skunk girl remember, she was the loooove interest,” Alrik tried to wink at Bradley but instead just squinted both eyes shut.

“You’re a dork, Alrik,” Bradley leaned over and bumped his shoulder against Alrik’s.

“I’m glad you guys are friends again!” Theo said from the back of their uneven group, the small aardwolf struggling to keep up while weighed down with supplies and gear.

“It’s true,” Milo said with slight unease and pushed his glasses up on his snout, “It’s not really the Ghost Touchers without both of you.”

Alrik kept looking straight ahead, hoping no one could see how badly he was blushing.

The group of boys was walking down a desolate looking road, past a section of San Tejon that had been built as an adjunct to the city during the booming 196x and 7xs and was now all but abandoned. Strip malls were interspersed with redwood trees and brush.

They approached a large box of a building that stood ominously alone. A creepy looking cartoon coyote spread his hands, beckoning them towards him. Unlike the other buildings, Carl E. Carrion’s Pizzatainment Meltdown Family Fun Center & Amusement Parlour looked almost untouched on the outside, no tags or graffiti marred the beige, windowless structure, and only the heavily barred front doors indicated it was closed.

“Ferris is already here!” Theo exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the moogle at an abandoned gas station across the street. Ferris was leaned against a primer grey mongrel of an ancient SafariKar that fit the aesthetic of this area perfectly, the trunk was bungee corded closed and was partly open from the stack of AV equipment piled in it.

“Let’s go over the plan one more time in the Stop-n-Snax,” Alrik said decisively and began to cross the street. Ferris shot him the finger.
--

“Uh, before we start, we should check all of our equipment and I um, have to give you guys a Serious Warning, and I might also have to talk about Adult Material and your Most Privatest of Parts, so sorry in advance,” Alrik said seriously as a light blush rose on his snout and ears. He spread his hands on the dusty countertop of the abandoned Stop-n-Snax and unfolded a carefully taped together printout of a blueprint, “Just remember it is strictly for Ghost Safety Precautions, we could most possibly be the first team to record conclusive evidence of a Spectral Entity, but it’s not worth it if anyone gets hurt!”

Everyone looked at Alrik intently, it was rare to see the nervous, excitable hyena’s leadership qualities shine through and even Ferris was listening carefully as Alrik laid out the plan.

“There is definitely a chance that there are Evil Ghosts in this Amusement Center, and once we open the door between worlds there will most probably be some kind of Supernatural Entity,” Alrik began dramatically, “Ferris is responsible for providing the acoustic waves that will hopefully reach through the veil between worlds with his bass, this is Extremely Important because the wrong notes could possibly call Evil Ghosts or even worse! This is why Ferris will be here,” Alrik pointed to an X inside a circle in the back corner of what looked like the main room of the amusement center on the blueprint.

“To prevent anyone or uhh, thing from disturbing Ferris he will have his own Protective Circle. Do you have everything you need Ferris?”

“Fuck yeah, braaah,” Ferris said with an enthusiasm that surprised even himself, “Got the Pussy Slayer and a whole fuck-ton of car batteries that Crispy helped me hook up to my amp, braaah.”

“And the um, other stuff?” Alrik sounded anxious again.

“Oh uh, yeah braah, salt ‘n candles ‘n shit,” the moogle teenager nodded as he walked a joint across his knuckles. He had actually been planning on bailing on this whole thing, it sounded like most of Alrik’s gay idiot baby shit, but now he was kind of glad Crispy had made him go.

“I know you’re not trained in Spectral Management, but just remember, no matter what happens, don’t leave the circle until I say it’s safe and give the code word.”

“Um, Alrik?” Theo raised his hand excitedly, practically dancing in place.

“Yes, Theo?”

“I didn’t get a code word!”

“Oh, it’s “Cr-“ Bradley started.

“Wait!” Alrik interrupted, “Also sorry for interrupting, I didn’t mean to yell, but we can’t say the code word out loud, we are too close to the Area of Paranormal Activities!”

He scribbled down the code word on a scrap of paper, showed it to Theo, then crumpled it up and ate it.

“Why do we need a code word, braah?” Ferris asked with genuine curiosity in spite of himself.

“That way, if a Ghost or Ghosts is temporarily umm, channeled through any of our bodies, which is most probably pretty unlikely, they might try and get everyone else to leave their protected area so that their Ghost friends can erm, also have access to the Mortal Plane.”

“Fuck, braah,” Ferris’ long rabbit-like ears perked up and his lavender pom bounced forward, “You’re talking about possession braaah.”

“Well, most technically yes, although as Ghost Touchers we don’t usually call it ‘possession’,” Alrik said uncomfortably.

“But like, if some ghost or demon or whatever possesses you can’t it totally just like, read your brain ‘n shit braaah?”

“Only if it was a super powerful Entity, according to my research we should most probably be dealing with a Ghost or Ghosts at a five on the MacIntufts-Fluffytuft Spectral Potency Scale thingy,” Alrik said with more confidence, “That means they can maybe control your body for short periods but they can’t make you do anything you wouldn’t normally do or read your thoughts or anything.”

“Fuckin’ cool, braah,” Ferris nodded, “Yeah I’ll stay in the circle ‘til you say the thing, braaah.”

Alrik nodded back, then pointed to an X closer to a large red circle that took up most of the stage, “Bradley, you are going to be here, at the edge of the summoning ring with my dad’s camcorder, no matter how dangerous it looks though, don’t enter the circle without the other code word. If anything goes wrong you help Theo and Ferris get out safely, and make sure not to drop my dad’s camera or he’ll be hecka ticked.”

Bradley nodded, he and Alrik had spent the past month talking about tonight’s operation nearly every night before bed, he knew what he was supposed to do. He was really more interested in urban exploration and less interested in the paranormal than Alrik, but he was still interested, and he liked seeing his best friend happy and excited. Although he was a little worried about how Alrik would feel after nothing happened. Not that Bradley didn’t believe in ghosts, he just didn’t believe there were any ghosts in the Carl E. Carrion Amusement Center. The whole Birthday Boy Butcher thing was just an urban legend, and not even a very creative one at that. Most likely the place had gone out of business twenty years ago when kids started buying video games at home and the much better Moonbase Zeta Arcade opened up, plus it was in a terrible location, a strip mall that had been dingy when it was new and outside the bounds of San Tejon proper.
“Also if the camera doesn’t record anything from outside the circle, give it to Milo, but set it down and have him grab it so you don’t cross the barrier,” Alrik finished with what was probably an unnecessary complication, although Bradley felt a warm glow in the pit of his stomach that Alrik cared for his safety.

“Theo?”

“Hi!” Theo gave a small, cheerful wave.

“You stick close to Bradley and take pictures of anything interesting that happens, but you also don’t go into the circle. You’ve got all your supplies?”

The aardwolf unzipped the worn day-glo green belly bag he was wearing, “I got liquid bandages; regular Band-Aids, both fur and bristle kinds; a razor in case we gotta use the Band-Aids; four rolls of cotton gauze; surgical scissors; surgical gloves; hydrogen peroxide; and three extra strength carprofen my mom says I can give out if anyone gets hurt enough that they start crying.

“I got two survival blankets, a box of matches, an MRE that’s got some weird writing on it, four liters of water, my mom’s old film camera, five tapes for your camcorder, a flare gun with three flares, two road flares, a Ouiji board, two headlamps, three regular flashlights, and two rolls of duct tape,” Theo finished breathlessly and panted.

“Whoa braaah, you got a flare gun?” Ferris tried not to sound too excited, “Uh, as the responsible older dude here I should probably be the one to carry that, braaah. Just so like, none of you little idiots torches the place when you see a rat or something.”

Theo shrugged, “Sure! It’s from my dad’s boat, just don’t point it at anyone! Unless you need to mark them with a flare, I guess!”

Theo handed the battered aluminum flare pistol to Ferris in its leather shoulder holster with three fat, red tipped flare cartridges in loops. Chekhovskoye RuzhMash. Rossiya was written beneath some kind of weird, backwards letters.

“Why would we need flares?” Milo said suspiciously, sensing that Ferris just wanted the flare pistol to have it.

“I dunno braah, what if like, ghosts take over everyone but at the last minute I like, shoot off a flare into the ghost dude’s corpse that was hidden under the floorboards and like, fuckin’ torch it and send his dead ass screaming back to hell, braaah? And then like, I barely make it outside and set off a flare so someone’ll send a rescue helicopter since we don’t have our phones ‘n shit, braah, what then?” Ferris asked rhetorically.

“How about Ferris can keep the flare gun, but we take a majority vote on it by everyone not controlled by a Ghost before he shoots anything?” Alrik asked the assembled teenagers.

Bradley and Theo shrugged, Milo scowled but finally nodded.

“Sick braaah, I’ll only torch shit for the honor of the Ghost Humpers, braaah, Mog Scout’s honor,” Ferris holstered the flare pistol under his arm.

“Ghost Touchers, Ferris!” Theo said cheerfully, “You can’t hump a ghost!”

Alrik moved on, “Milo? Are you uh, all ready.”

The jackal pushed his glasses up on his snout, “Sure, although I’m going to feel a little ridiculous,” Milo shrugged and smiled.

“Did you get the other stuff I asked about?” Alrik asked pensively.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he unzipped his backpack and pulled out several neatly labeled plastic bags, “Sacred chalk, sand from The Kubra, phial of Nile water, I didn’t have enough scarabs so some of us will have to wear ankhs.”

“Blessed?” Alrik asked.

“The Hierophant and my set āyat, err, my grandma I mean, both said the Words of Safe Passage over everything,” Milo opened one of the smaller bags and pulled out several brooches and necklaces, “Who wants what?”

“What’s the difference?” Bradley asked as he inspected the neatly lined up jewelry.

“I mean, supposedly the scarab will shield you directly, the ankh is supposed to get the Lord of Secrets' attention so he’ll help you out,” Milo said in a scholarly tone. After some back and forth everyone ended up with a symbol around their neck or pinned on their shirt.

Finally Milo took out a small statue wrapped in silk, “Uh, I know you didn’t exactly ask for it, but I brought one of my family’s shabti, I don’t think they’ll mind if we borrow it for a day.”

“What’s that?” Theo stretched over the counter to get a better look, the small glazed statue looked like a wolf or jackal wearing a combination of a skirt and armor and holding an odd backwards curved sword.

“They’re supposed to just be servitors for The Dead, but if you go into the uh, Land of the Dead or bring The Dead to you they’ll work just as well, I mean if you believe in that kind of stuff,” Milo pushed up his glasses and handed the statuette to Alrik.

“I do believe in that kind of stuff!” Alrik said excitedly.

“Just be careful with it ok, it my mom’s.”

“And you’re still ok with most probably going into The Spirit Realm?” Alrik could barely contain his excitement, Milo’s religious training was key to this whole thing.

“Sure, just tell me what I need to do,” Milo said with no hint of fear.

“How come Milo gets to go into the ghost circle?” Theo asked in a good natured tone.

“Um, he is the most qualified in erm, several Highly Specific ways,” Alrik stammered and blushed furiously.

Ferris, always watching for something that made Alrik nervous or embarrassed joined in, “Yeah braah, how come you guys get to go into the rad ghost world?”

Milo snickered, “You guys just didn’t make the cut.”

“Well, no,” Alrik retorted, not catching Milo’s meaning, “Milo and I just have umm, a Particular Difference that both Hyaenic Tradition and Paranormal Science agree helps protect us from Evil Ghosts!”

“You’re both a couple of flaming gaymos?” Ferris said without malice.

Alrik finally got Milo’s double meaning and blushed until his snout was nearly purple.

“Well, you are um, much more prone to interference by Evil Ghosts if you have a foreskin is all,” Alrik mumbled.

“I should probably have two circles around me then, braaah, ‘cuz this footlong’s got like, an eightskin, braaah,” Ferris winked lewdly and got Alrik to look like he might faint.

“What about me?” Theo looked slightly confused about the whole thing.

“According to my research, sheaths pretty much count as the same thing,” Alrik was regaining some of his composure now.

“What should I do?” A creaky, sleepy voice said from near the ceiling of the gas station.

Ferris shrieked and clung to Bradley, “Fuck me, braaah, you were right it is a fuckin’ ghost!”

“Huh? Where?” The same voice asked as a spindly, shadowy form slowly dropped from the rafters of the dark gas station.

“Lucien?” Alrik asked, “What are you doing here?”

The possum teenager dropped to the ground in a lazy somersault, holding a brown paper bag and munching on a grape.

“Just danglin’ around, and fell asleep, I guess. What are you guys doing here?”

“Alrik’s gonna touch a ghost!” Theo said excitedly.

“Fuck, braah, I almost fuckin’ glocked you, braaah,” Ferris said angrily as he let go of Bradley.

“Sorry, I just like exploring and get sleepy sometimes,” Lucien shrugged, “Can I help, that sounds pretty neat!”

Alrik looked thoughtful, he didn’t really  want to ask the strange possum boy about his foreskin situation, “just stay near Bradley and Theo and do what they say.”

“Let’s go touch a ghost!” Theo said happily.
--

The twin giant speakers, both with the PROPERTY OF STHS A/V CLUB DO NOT REMOVE painted on their sides hastily covered with HummingwayTech and Chocobo Decapitation stickers, boomed and thudded, loud enough to shake the haphazardly wired stack of car batteries on the flatbed cart. Ferris nodded his head as he jammed on his bass, his lavender All-Stars hovering just above the warped wood flooring as his bat wing fluttered in time with the beat. His lit joint dangled from the corner of his mouth, nearly forgotten, he usually got pretty in the zone when he was rocking out, but he was playing way better than he ever had before.

Alrik raised the charred bone in front of him, every strand of fur on his body felt like it was standing on end and litter stirred on the floor as a slight breeze picked up despite the firmly sealed doors and lack of windows.

Milo stood shirtless with red hieroglyphs daubed on his chest and belly. The jackal blinked in surprise behind his thick glasses, he had to admit something weird was happening, although it could just be that Ferris’ bass was so loud it was starting to trigger hallucinations. Every strand of fur on his body stood on end, his nipples felt like they could cut glass, and he found himself with an uncomfortably hard erection straining at the front of his cargo pants.

“Do it!” Alrik shouted to be heard over the thumping bass. Milo, although severely weirded out, was still a sceptic at his core, and, quite sure it wouldn’t make a difference either way, he lifted the small iron pot of sand in one paw and awkwardly held the unrolled papyrus scroll borrowed from the Anubian Temple library in his other.

“[Lord of Secrets, Devourer of Billions, Allfather of the Jackal Tribes, Comforter of the Mournful, Foremost in the House of the West, The Dweller-in-the-Desert, hear me!]” Milo intoned in the yipping cadence of the Old Tongue, he mostly thought about building Wizardry decks in his Elder Jackhaelic classes, but he thought he was doing pretty good.

“[O Sacred Black Howler of the Desert, we beseech you, unlock the gates to the Land of the Dead! Hear me!]”

Milo scattered the sand on the wooden table in front of them, noting with distaste that some of it got stuck on decades old pizza grease. He set the pot down and gingerly took the bone from Alrik, there was no way this was really a bone from someone who had actually died here, the overenthusiastic hyena had paid a fortune for a charred soup bone from an online scammer, most likely. If it conjured the spirit of anything it would probably be a zoomorphic cow.

The music grew louder and lower, seemingly almost below the range of even his keen hearing. Milo looked back at his friends outside the chalk circle, it looked like a heat mirage was encircling them, quavering in time with Ferris’ too loud notes.

He briefly thought about calling this off, it was getting too weird, but seemingly of their own volition his paws grasped the bone, snapped it in half, and carelessly tossed them into the small sand ring on the table.

Alrik stared in wonder at the Incontrovertible Proof of Paranormal Activity, they were sealed in by what he hoped was some kind of protective barrier. Although he also wondered if maybe this was enough for one day, after all, what if the ghosts looked all gross and scary like when they were murdered? He opened his mouth to tell Milo he should stop.

“[Unbar the kraal that pens the spirits and come forth, ye who perished here! Let the spirits drink and feast!]” Instead of telling Milo to do anything, Alrik wheezed out what sounded like insane laughter in someone else’s voice, [Cackling Goddess! Let the spirits dance with me!]”

Milo looked at him with scared eyes and Alrik shrugged helplessly. The charred pieces of bone seemed to melt and then vanished into the sand. The sand itself rippled like a pond, over spilling the table top, and began to rapidly cover the floor beneath them to a depth that should have been impossible.
--

“Do you think they’re ok?” Bradley asked Theo and Lucien in a pensive voice, having to bellow to be heard over the sickening pulse of the bass. The aardwolf just let out an uncomfortable whine while Lucien slowly munched a grape and looked on in mingled horror and interest as the possum dangled upside down from one of the dark fluorescent light bars in the rafters.

“Fuck this,” Bradley handed Lucien up the camcorder, “Keep filming, also don’t drop it!”

The honey badger strode towards where Ferris was floating at his maximum flight ceiling of about a meter off the ground and, without any hesitation, snatched the power lead from the amp. There was a loud crackle and Bradley felt all his bristles stand on end and the leathery palm of his hand throb dully while the stack of haphazardly wired car batteries smoked and sparked. Despite being disconnected from its power source and speakers, Ferris’ bass guitar droned on with no change in volume or rhythm.

“Ferris, stop!” Bradley waved his claws in front of the moogle’s bloodshot eyes. Ferris just nodded, looking like a mog hypnotized.

“Hey Bradger,” Lucien screeched to be heard, “I think maybe you should take a look at this!”

The next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion, from what little Bradley could remember of that afternoon, the first thing that stood out was Ferris beginning to glow with an eerie green light as he rose higher into the air, far beyond his normal height limit.

There was a noiseless explosion and Ferris’ clothes exploded off of him, leaving him fully naked save for his beanie. The moogle floated back to the ground and started playing even faster, banging his head in time with the eldritch groove he was blasting.

Bradley turned back to the shimmering summoning circle just in time to see Milo engulfed with green, ghostly light. The jackal boy stood stone still, watching as Alrik was menaced by green tendrils of ectoplasmic energy sprouting from within the sand.

“Alrik! Milo!” Bradley bellowed over Ferris’ endless groove, “come towards my voice!”

Milo seemed to hear him and turned his head to look at Bradley, Alrik struggled and snarled, trying to bite at the tendrils that were closing in on his arms. Milo took one staggering step towards Bradley and then fell to his knees on the sand covered floor.

To Bradley’s horror, a circular patch of the sand in front of Milo began to glow an eerie green-gold. An armored wolf, a life sized version of Milo's shabti, slowly raised from the sand in front of the terrified jackal boy. The glowing, leanly muscled wolf held a strange, backwards curved sword in one paw and reached out the other to Milo.

“Milo!” Bradley yelled and pounded at the shimmering barrier. He raked his claws against the shimmering barrier, but it was like trying to tear through kevlar, yielding but indestructible. He couldn’t hear anything but the quavering thump of Ferris’ PussySlayer but Milo was saying something to the huge wolf and reaching for his outstretched hand. The wolf helped him to his feet and wrapped a thickly muscled arm protectively around Milo’s bare chest.

“Nooo!” Bradley pounded on the barrier as Milo and the wolf slowly sank into the sand. Bradley now had a clear view of a struggling Alrik who looked like he was being toyed with by the glowing tendrils.

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light and Bradley stared in awe as a ghostly, teenaged lion boy appeared behind Alrik, floating above the ground with the ghostly tentacles seemingly sprouting from his back. He looked about the same age as him and Alrik, with a lush teenage mane and long, old-fashioned looking headfur. The floating lion teen was totally nude, with a flat stomach that didn’t quite have a visible six-pack below the translucent and tawny fur and long, leanly muscled legs.

“Alrik!” Bradley bellowed, the hyena and the lion both looked at him. The lion boy snapped his fingers and everything froze.
--

“You’re kinda studly, for a hyena” the young voice seemed to come from within Alrik’s head, “and your mane is bitchin’ groovy.”

“Who are you?” Alrik spoke without opening his mouth, he stopped struggling and biting, but jumped as a light touch ruffled his mane and stroked his neck.

“I’m Hunter, hyena dude,” the voice responded in perfectly understandable Californio that had an outdated feel to it, like it was someone reading an old new broadcast.

“Are you a ghost?” Alrik’s voice broke as he felt something soft and warm, although not at all unpleasant, looping around his ankles.

“Pretty sure, yeah,” Hunter’s surfer bro voice said in Alrik’s head. An invisible paw stroked across Alrik’s belly and lifted his shirt. The touch was soft and warm, not at all like Alrik thought a ghost touch would feel like.

“Um, I’m a licensed ghost toucher,” Alrik thought.

“Far out,” Hunter sounded legitimately impressed, “Nobody’s touched me since I’ve been a ghost though, dude. Nobody alive I mean.”

“Ah, normally I think I’m supposed to haah just touch you with a camera even,” Alrik struggled not to moan as a ghostly hand lightly played with his nipple.

“My friend Chase always said hyenas were like, totally grody, but you’re pretty cute,” Hunter seemed not to hear him, “You wanna Make It?”

“H-huh?” Alrik whined as he saw ghostly tendrils looping around his thighs and into the legs of his shorts.

“Y’know, Get It On? I’ve never Made It with a yeeno before, just Chase but he’s a lion like me. Or was I guess?”

“Wh-what’s happening to my friend?!” Alrik squeaked as he saw Milo pulled down into the floor by a scary looking armored wolf.

“Oh, whoa, far out,” Hunter echoed, “I’ve never seen that before. He’s probably ok though. Hey, are yeenos really all super hung? Chase says you guys all have huge, gross weiners, even the yeeno chicks.”

“Unnh I’m n-not,” Alrik squirmed as a Ghost Tendril lightly slid across his balls over his underwear, “A-and that’s kind of s-speciesist, only feral hyena girls have p-penises.” Alrik realized he was starting to ramble.


“That’s ok,” Hunter slowly faded into existence and Alrik saw that a tawny furred arm was wrapped around his waist and stroking at his chest. The ghost boy’s cock throbbed against Alrik’s butt.

“You wanna Do It floating? Floating's like, the grooviest part of being a ghost, dude,” Hunter’s ghost tendrils slowly undid Alrik’s belt and fly.

“I um, kind of have a boyfriend,” Alrik half-lied. He and Bradley hadn’t yet used those words as such, but he thought his honey badger extra special best friend might be somewhat upset if his first time Going All The Way was with a ghost boy right in front of him. Even if Hunter sounded like a particularly studly lion boy.

“Aww, that’s too bad,” Hunter continued tugging down Alrik’s shorts, “That jackal kid? He was pretty hot even if he looked like a total nerdlinger.”

“N-no, he’s the honey badger on the other side of the barrier thingy,” Alrik struggled against the tendril wrapped around his wrist to point at Bradley who was currently pounding on the glowing forcefield.

“Oh whoa, you’re into bad boys, huh?” Hunter stroked at Alrik’s nipples and got the hyena to whine and squirm against him, “I mean, he doesn’t have to know.”

Hunter snapped his fingers and the pounding bass and Bradley’s muffled yelling stopped. Bradley was mid-yell, completely frozen in place.

“There,” Hunter said out loud, his ghostly tentacles continued to stroke and slide against Alrik’s balls and modest bulge.

“I am um, extremely um,” Alrik moaned as the tip of Hunter’s tendril lightly looped around his bulge and squeezed rhythmically, “flattered even, but I really want my first time to be with Bradley.”

“You guys are really that serious, huh?” Hunter said teasingly but with a note of disappointment in his voice.

Hunter lightly dragged his claws across Alrik’s nipples at the same time Alrik’s shorts and undies were tugged down around his ankles, letting his erection spring free into the still, silent air.

“You’re so hard, dude,” Hunter nuzzled Alrik’s ear, “I bet badger boy wouldn’t mind if I just pawed you off.”

“I-it would most probably be ok,” Alrik’s last word came out in an unsteady moan as Hunter wrapped a paw around his cock, “Aah it would probably be for science even.”

Hunter slid the fingers of his other paw across the sensitive head of Alrik’s penis, smearing them with the bead of clear pre-cum that was just beginning to leak out. Alrik twitched against his bonds and whined, his stamina had never been what anyone would call impressive and it rarely took much stimulation to set him off, just the gentle stroking from the ghost lion’s paw had him extremely close.

“Lick ‘em clean, yeenoboy,” Hunter whispered as he pressed his pre slick fingers against Alrik’s lips. The hyena greedily sucked at them, earning him a rumbling gasp from the lion, who humped his hard cock against the side of Alrik’s thigh.

Alrik panted and licked at Hunter’s fingers, squirming and writhing as much as he could given his limited range of movement. He was just about to congratulate himself on his impressive duration when a tendril wrapped around his right thigh to the edge of his butt then slowly slid beneath his tail until it gently pressed against the tight, hot skin of his hole.

With a muffled cackle, Alrik squinted his eyes shut and felt his nuts draw up in their sack as the narrow tendril slowly pressed inside of him. His modest cock throbbed twice in Hunter’s paw and two waves of thick hyena cum splattered onto the rippling sand below, vanishing in a cloud of glowing green smoke.

“Badger boy needs to pay more attention to you,” Hunter said as he licked Alrik’s cum off of his paw with a low purr. Alrik felt the lion teen’s thick penis slide between his thighs with a echoing purr. He looked down in time to see the lion's silky foreskin slide back and reveal the ghostly purple head, slick with ectoprecum, which Alrik believed was the Science term.

“Unngh hey yeeno dude, I’m gonna keep doing this, ‘kay?”

The ghostly tentacle still inside Alrik slowly slid in and out, the hyena teen nodded vigorously.
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