Spiritus Machina [Halloween 2024]

Sadie Holland put her hands on shimmering, transparent hips, feeling the breeze of the wind rustling through her non-corporeal form, and it gave her an odd feeling, like she was distant, faded away from the world. Like nothing she did could do anything. The blonde outlaw stood as she had in the peak of her life, as she'd always seen it. She was older than she'd been when she was 18, **** and afraid as she made a risky last stand to save her town, though it was still called Golden Shore back then, before the miners broke open the amethyst veins. She was thankfully much younger than she'd been at the dusk of her life, when the legend of Sadie Holland had come to a grim end. No, she stood here tonight a woman in her late twenties, full and curvy and vibrant, blonde curls tumbling down her shoulders. Her teal eyes were the brightest part of her, the rest a bit ashy colored and blurry, like squinting in a rainstorm. She wore one of her favorite clothes, a pair of clingy brown pants hugging her fit and shapely ass and tempting thighs. On her top half she wore a white button up men's shirt, tucked into her pants and unbuttoned several buttons past what a decent woman would ever dream of wearing, showing off some of her typically tanned cleavage, though her beautiful tan was suffering at the hands of the ashen hue. Around her neck was a black bandana, and her famed cowgirl hat sat on her blonde head. This particular hat had been ran over by a train, Sadie recalled, which had been a devastating loss. At Sadie's hip was a revolver, her trusty gun that she'd been buried with.

As she glanced around, she was struck by just how much the world had clearly changed since her ****. It hadn't yet been a 150 years of **** for her, but she was as restless as the spirits who had been here almost as long as the cemetery. Sadie had always been a free spirit, and an eternity in a gated cemetery was too much for her to bear. At that thought, a memory of something else filled Sadie's mind, a wisp of a memory of what could only be described as an afterlife, but the thought faded away like trying to catch a river between your fingers. In Sadie's mind, she'd died just seconds ago, lived 100 years in the ground as a ghost, and emerged just seconds later, but that couldn't be right, those two things definitely conflicted. Had it been just seconds, or 100 years, or some unknowable eternity?

Sadie shook her head. Pondering over something like **** had never served her well. If she'd spent time agonizing about dying at every opportunity, she would never have accomplished half the things she had. A whoosh rushed past Sadie all of a sudden, and she spun. Her feet weren't really planted on the ground, and as she turned she saw a flash of teal in the face of a blonde boy. He was 18 or so, really a young man, but he reminded her strongly of a boy she hadn't seen in a long, long time. He was dressed very oddly, in a lot of tight green clothes, holding a bow that looked rather impractical. Sadie felt a flush deep in her core, not caused by this boy, but caused by old memories of that boy rising up in a rush. Sadie didn't have a body, so she couldn't feel arousal like she had when she was alive, but the feeling was unmistakable. The boy passed through Sadie, his arm brushing through her torso, but he carried on with no sign of him noticing anything, until he began to stiffen a bit, like he was uncomfortable. Sadie laughed softly to herself seeing the bulge in his pants. Then she stopped. Had she caused that?

Sadie looked at her rippling ashen hands, trying their best to stay composed but every brush of the wind fought to scatter her body into.. mist or something, she supposed. Sadie's hands closed into fists, and she watched the boy join a trio of strangely attired teens his age and wander off into the forest. It seemed that there were still things in the mortal world she could affect after all...

With nothing better to do with her night of freedom, Sadie drifted after the boy. She took steps with her legs, but her feet were sort of faded away, so she drifted rather than walk. She glanced upwards at the cloud of spirits from the cemetery, released and flying free. Sadie was briefly tempted to join them, to just let go and fade away into the night, free to speed through the sky and see the whole world tonight. Her arms were misty up to the elbow when she managed to get a grip on herself. Sadie Holland had never let go of anything in her life, and she didn't plan to start in her ****. By sheer **** of will, her forearms re-formed, and quickly after, her feet followed suit. Smirking at this turn of events, she walked, truly, properly, walked.

She felt the odd urge to whoop. For the first time in 100 years, Sadie Holland walked the earth again.

———

Weird, phantom boners aside, Jace Holland was having a good night. He had Isabelle slipped under his arm, and she was laughing at something he said. Amy and Matt were just a pace or two ahead of them, and the four friends were having a really good Halloween so far.

Matt had gotten himself a king-sized candy bar, and seemed very pleased with it. Jace had a pack of M&Ms in the hand of the arm wrapped around Izzy, and he'd reach over with his other hand to fish a couple out and toss them into his mouth. Strangely, M&Ms seemed to be disappearing faster than he was eating them, which he could only surmise had to be the efforts of a ghost. Or, that's what he would think if Isabelle's hand didn't keep slipping up to snatch a few.

"Hey! I thought you didn't need candy." Jace grinned.

Izzy froze, hand lifted up to her mouth, a handful of brightly colored chocolates in her grasp. Jace pointed at a red one.

"Caught you red-handed." he grinned. Isabelle huffed and dropped them into her mouth.

"I got a bit hungry." Isabelle said around a mouthful of M&Ms.

"Careful, she'll eat the whole bag if you let her." a knowing voice said slyly, and Jace turned to grin at the speaker, and his eyes widened as he took in Skylar's insanely sexy Daenerys Targaryen look. She gave him a smug sort of smirk, telling him she knew exactly what was going through his head.

"Will not." Izzy shot back, but Skylar just laughed.

"Sky!" Amy exclaimed, rushing up. "You should have told me you were doing Game of Thrones, I could have done Sansa or Melisandre or something."

Skylar shrugged. "Never thought about it. I do have a friend who would make a great Sansa Stark though, but she's a few hours away."

"That would have been an awesome group costume." Amy lamented.

"No Yennefer hanging around you?" Sam asked.

"I thought you didn't like 'nerd stuff.'" Skylar smirked, looking over at her twin.

"Huh?" he asked.

"You mentioned Yennefer." Skylar pointed out.

"Uhh, I must have just seen it somewhere." Sam said, shaking his head.

"You also must have instantly recognized Amy's costume, to guess Yennefer so quickly." Skylar carried on, and Sam shook his head.

"No, I don't think so. She's, uh, Little Red Riding Hood, right?" Sam grabbed upon the first costume idea he could, divinely uninspired by the color of Amy's hair.

"I'm not even wearing a hood." Amy giggled.

"Admit it, Sam. You like the 'nerd stuff' too." Skylar said smugly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam shook his head. "You guys wanna go check out the haunted house?

———

As the eight teens approached the Founders' Manor haunted house, they were surprised by how windy it was getting. The wind was weird though, and didn't really seem to move like a normal breeze. Instead of normal gusts, it came in sharp waves that instantly passed, like something was moving very fast past them. Dana and Brooklyn had to keep pushing their skirts down from flaring up at the winds, and Izzy shivered a bit at the cold against Jace's side. Relief flooded through the wind-chilled teenagers as they reached the doors to the looming manorhouse, and they trundled inside the spooky, incredibly well-decorated haunted house.

Jace glanced at the satisfied smile on Skylar's face, and remembered her saying something a few weeks ago about how she'd made a big donation to the Halloween Festival personally. He wondered if she'd prioritized this haunted house. It certainly seemed to be incredible, with lots of automated elements, like doors opening and closing by themselves, lots of rattling objects, and even whole walls rumbled with loud booms of thunder sound effects.

"This is awesome." Matt grinned. "Let's go!"

He darted into the haunted house, and the other seven teens followed suit, six of them excitedly, while a certain ginger seventh was a bit more apprehensive. Actors in elaborate costumes jumped out at them from behind corners, making Amy shriek almost every time. It wasn't just Amy though, most of the costumed actors could get a scream out of Dana and make Isabelle startle violently.

"This place is awesome." Jace exclaimed after recoiling when he opened a door to reveal a huge lumbering man standing there with a chainsaw in hand. Said chainsaw man darted past the two teens, roaring and chasing down a couple of college aged festival-goers dressed like the Scooby Doo gang. He felt fingers touching his palm in the darkness of the house, and adjusted his hand so that his fingers threaded familiarly with Izzy's. Her blue eyes shone in the low mood lighting of the haunted house, and he felt her lean her head against his chest. Jace glanced over at the rest of the group, and copped a quick feel of Isabelle's ass in the dark, making her laugh softly. With a smirk on his face, he tugged her into the room the chainsaw man had just fled from, and saw it was a bedroom, done up appropriately to be nice and haunted. Faded red words on the wall begged for help, the curtains were slashed up, the desk was overturned, the chair broken in half, but the bed seemed undisturbed except for the gauzy spiderwebs thrown up over the headboard.

"Any opportunity, huh?" she teased. Jace shrugged unabashedly.

"Can't resist a pretty girl like you, Iz." Jace smiled, and his Black Canary gave him a pleased, slightly bashful smile. As Jace and Isabelle smiled at each other, Jace had to admit that perhaps Daisy had been a bit on the money with her guesses before the festival. Jace glanced up to see they were alone in the room, and almost on cue, there was a huge scraping noise, and the hum of machinery in the background that neither one had even noticed died down. The swinging doors and rattling items all ground to a halt, and Jace realized with a start that the entrance to this small haunted bedroom was sealed shut by a heavy iron door on what was apparently a broken mechanical system.

"Is it locked?" Isabelle fretted, crossing to the door and tugging on it without any luck. It was a solid iron door, with not even a window in it.

They were stuck.

———

The invisible spectral form of Sadie Holland stood in the room alongside her descendants, slightly amused by the closeness they clearly shared. The darkness wasn't dark to Sadie's eyes, the whole world gleamed with an ashen glow not unlike the corona of spectral light surrounding Sadie herself. Meaning, she could clearly see as her descendant, Jace, groped the ass of her other descendant, Isabelle.

Jace's lineage was easy enough to guess with those bright teal eyes, but she felt an invisible connection to Isabelle, something she only felt with Jace and the petite blonde fairy, whose name Sadie hadn't managed to catch. Sadie glanced out the window, where she saw ghosts zooming around the festival grounds. The ghosts seemed very localized on the park, and Sadie wondered if perhaps they weren't as free as the eerie wind seemed to suggest. Even now, a **** that felt like wind tugged at her, imploring her to let go and fly free. She was fighting it off, of course, but it was slowly taking a toll. She couldn't imagine herself being able to tough it out beyond the sun coming up. Somehow, she knew that this freedom ended with the sunrise. Part of her wondered if she could relent now, and re-form herself closer to sunrise, well-rested and ready to struggle, but the more sensible part of her warned that letting the eerie wind carry her away meant that she wouldn't be able to form with this level of consciousness again tonight.

Sadie's head lifted at the sound of scraping, and she could sense much more than what Jace and Isabelle could, standing in this room and bound by the rules of the living. Sadie could feel ghosts thrumming angrily around her, and she realized with a start that these malevolent spirits were chanting something. As the iron door shuddered to a stop, she felt the malevolent spirits start getting excited, whereas Sadie, with great dread, felt with an absolute certainty that she would not be able to pass through iron, which so much of this manor house was made out of. With a start, she realized the eerie wind was chanting along with the malevolent spirits, an unmistakable alliance between them.

One of the malevolent spirits, the one she could sense had somehow broken the door's mechanism, laughed a familiar, cruel laugh, and Sadie scowled hearing the laugh of her old enemy, Terrence Blackson. She'd been vehemently against burying him in the cemetery in town, but nobody had cared enough to dump the body elsewhere. Now the vicious outlaw was getting his ****. She could feel the eerie wind still chanting away, tugging at her, and with a sudden decisiveness, she drew her revolver on her hip and fired it in the direction of the tug.

One, two, three, four, five, si-

As the sixth spectral bullet fired out, the slightly see-through revolver's chamber spun and re-filled with six brand new spectral bullets, but that wasn't the thing she cared about, what she cared about was the tug of the wind snapping away. She couldn't sense the other ghosts anymore, but the tug was gone. Not beaten, she could sense, but brushed off, for the time being. Sadie breathed a great sigh of relief, and realized with a start she hadn't been breathing, which made sense, but was just something odd she hadn't noticed.

Free of the tug, Sadie realized just how much it had been weighing on her. She felt free and happy, and looking at Jace, she was so giddy from being free that she let herself embrace the memories that Jace's face brought up. Memories of him. And of her. Her children, her Jonathan and her Eleanora. Jonathan Holland and Eleanora Hol- no, no, she'd gotten married. Eleanora Franklin.

Jace and Isabelle looked very much like Jonathan and Eleanora, though Isabelle had blue eyes instead of the teal ones that Eleanora had had. Sadie's thoughts of her own illicit affairs rose up, thoughts of Jonathan's smile as he beheld her naked body, thoughts of-

There it was again. That burning, all-consuming arousal. She felt it on a deeper level than she had as a living human. And with a start, she realized Jace and Isabelle were feeling it, too.

———

It was a really odd time for it to happen, but Jace could feel his desire for Isabelle growing.

This would hardly be the first time they've gone at each other, but it was usually in a more private setting than a room in a haunted house that could very quickly become public if those doors came back online. Despite it all, though, Izzy just looked too damn good in her sexy little Black Canary outfit.

"Jace... tell me you're feeling this too." Izzy said, almost pleading, and Jace nodded desperately.

"Yes. Fuck, Iz... I feel like I just have to have you." Jace groaned.

"Thank God." Isabelle gasped, and she threw herself solidly into his arms. Jace wrapped his arms around Izzy, squeezing her tight as their lips met in a hot, passionate blaze. As Jace drew back from the kiss a minute later, panting, his teal eyes caught a weird flicker of light, and for a moment, he could have sworn he saw a woman standing there. Not a creepy woman, not even slightly, in fact, she had been gorgeous.

Izzy pushed Jace backwards onto the bed together, and Izzy went to pull off her jacket, but Jace grabbed her wrists.

"No. I want to fuck my canary." Jace smiled.

"That nickname is not sticking." Izzy groaned, but she looked excited as she just pulled aside her leotard and panties, adjusting everything so her pussy was revealed to the hungry eyes of her cousin and lover. Jace leaned down between Isabelle's juicy thighs and his tongue began to slide along the wet folds of his cousin's pussy.

Unseen to either horny teen, Sadie was biting her lip, lost in fantasies of what it must feel like to be in Isabelle's shoes right now. Or, boots, rather. Then, an interesting idea occurred to her. She'd grown up on ghost stories, of spirits taking control of people's bodies, using them as vessels. Sadie had no desire to take control of Isabelle, but maybe she could crawl inside and just... soak it all in.

Sadie moved onto the bed, and she laid down on top of Isabelle, her back lowering through Isabelle's hefty chest, the back of her head passing through Isabelle's face, and when Sadie settled down back onto the bed, she let out an incredible moan, one that she wasn't sure if it had come from her own mouth, or from Isabelle's, but she didn't care. Sadie hadn't felt like this in a century. She knew it had been so much longer than a few seconds since her ****, and this spectral form remembered the long years of apathy, even if her consciousness did not. But this... this was not apathy. Sadie felt every sensation Isabelle felt, and it felt incredible. Jace looked up from Isabelle's pussy, his lips dripping her juices down his chin, and for one wild moment, he swore he saw Isabelle's eyes flicker teal. Blue, then teal. Blue, teal...

As Jace stood up and undid his pants, he could have sworn that instead of Isabelle laying on the bed, it was a gorgeous woman in her late twenties, early thirties, dressed like someone out of a porn version of Red Dead Redemption, teal eyes wide with lust. Then in a blink, she was Isabelle again. His Isabelle, dressed in her sexy Black Canary costume, her familiar blue eyes begging for his cock.

And who was he to tell Isabelle no?

He put his hands on Isabelle's thick hips, feeling the fabric of her fishnets beneath his fingertips, and with a groan of sweet relief, he slid inside her. Isabelle's body arched, and she moaned in jubilation.

"Fuck yes! That's it, sugar!" Isabelle gasped, and Jace blinked at the unfamiliar nickname, and the twinge of a country accent to Isabelle's normal voice, but he had more important things to worry about than Izzy's accent. Isabelle was panting as he started really giving it to her, and the radiant smile she gave him was so overwhelmingly her that any of the weird visions he'd had faded away. He knew with absolute certainty that this was Isabelle, and the way she touched him, the way her legs wrapped around him, the way she looked at him with that familiar blend of love and need...

"Izzy... babe." Jace groaned. Whatever had brought on this sudden surge of arousal was not making it easy for him to last inside Isabelle's hot wet pussy, but he was fighting the release with everything he had.

Inside Isabelle, a certain spectral cowgirl was much less determined to hold back her release, and with her subconscious begging for it, Isabelle also let it happen, and Jace watched in sweaty wonder as he once again made his gorgeous cousin orgasm on his cock. Her reactions seemed so raw and passionate, so truly genuine and ****...

"Now I wanna be on top."

Jace had a big grin on his face as Isabelle pushed him onto his back, swinging one leg gracefully over him. She blew him a kiss as she sank down onto him, and Jace groaned.

"Yee-haw." Izzy winked, with an accompanying flash of teal. Jace stared up at the gorgeous blonde riding him, loving each time Isabelle's body lifted up before slamming back against him. She was fierce in her riding, knees planted on the mattress on either side of his waist, and his hands were on her hips, pulling her down onto him as much as he could. Jace was aching with the need to release, but all of this was just too incredible. He reached up to tug down the top of her costume, letting her heavy breasts out to play.

Jace very much enjoyed the view of those bouncing tits, almost as much as he enjoyed hearing Izzy's gasps and breathy moans of delight. He must be in some kind of delirium, as he could have sworn he saw a gorgeous cowgirl riding him for a second, her tits also out on display, big and tan just like Izzy's. He shook his head, and despite how insanely sexy that cowgirl was, Jace focused on his Izzy, and the view of the cowgirl faded away, leaving behind Isabelle in her stupidly sexy Black Canary costume that had been getting him going all night long. He focused in on Isabelle, drinking in every ounce of her appearance, her long blonde locks flowing down her shoulders, the gleam of the silver on the black choker she wore, the firm thickness of her nipples, the beyond enticing fishnets that accentuated her incredible thighs and legs, and that intoxicating flush of desire and exertion across her cheeks and her chest.

"You have no idea..." Jace grunted. "No idea how hard it was to not rip this costume off you when you showed up to my house."

"Why do you think I wore it?" Isabelle retorted, her blue eyes gleaming. This side of Isabelle was one he'd only seen come out once they started sleeping together in secret, but it was one he absolutely loved. The naughty tease was an unfamiliar role for Izzy, but she played it so, so well. Jace supposed she'd spent plenty of years with Sky as her best friend, it did make sense.

"Iz, I'm fucking dying here. I can't... I'm gonna cum." Jace groaned. Isabelle nodded, her blonde hair bobbing in sync with her bouncing 'canaries.'

"Definitely... not stopping." Isabelle panted. "I'm gonna ride you until you can't keep it up for me anymore."

"We better hope that door stays locked for a long fucking time." Jace moaned, his hands squeezing her curvy hips tightly, sliding around to squeeze her firm ass with that same fervor. Her breath caught in her throat at that, and then a moan came out of her, and Jace loved to make his Black Canary scream. Isabelle's shrieks were loud enough that solid iron doors might not be enough to muffle it. Jace was right on the cusp, and he was giving Izzy every last ounce of fight he had.

Or he was, until she cupped his face, looked down at him with those blue eyes he loved, and spoke with a voice that he adored. "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up. Explode inside me, cuz."

Jace erupted inside Isabelle, and she moaned happily as he sat up to squeeze her close.

Isabelle's blue eyes were closed in bliss, but Sadie's teal ones snapped open as she felt the malevolent spirits' hold on the mechanisms of this manor slacken and then vanish, and the iron door crashed open, letting a young woman dressed as an angel burst in, grinning ear to ear as her eyes drank in the view before her, of Isabelle astride Jace, half naked with her tits hanging out, and the unmistakable sight of Jace's cock inside Isabelle. Sadie saw in surprise this young woman also had teal eyes. How many of her descendants were in this town?

"I fucking knew it!" the blonde angel crowed triumphantly.

The End?