Fighting Ghosts With Sexual Energy
There was something in the house- Lyath was sure of that. The Fennec lay motionless in bed, alone in the deep blue ambience lent to his bedroom from the moonlight on the curtains. He had rolled over in his sleep, but something in the strange sound must have pulled him back into the waking world. It was closer than the rumbling night life traffic out in the city, closer than the crickets that chirped outside the house.
Just beyond the bedroom door, the noise repeated itself. The rasp of long claws dragging themselves across wood. A hard sound to misinterpret. It was deliberate.
Lyath at last dared to move, curling himself into somewhat of a fetal position under the covers. Hoping whatever the thing was, it would move on. His eyes shifted from the door to the computer desk positioned against the far wall. A tiny yellow point of light shone beneath the computer monitor- the device was sleeping as he should have been. An irrational streak of jealousy ran through him, but then- a memory flashed into his head.
A few days prior, Lyath had been browsing the internet and come upon a paranormal discussion group. The board was plagued with senseless trolling for the most part, serving only as entertainment when other sites were slow enough to induce boredom. In this particular discussion, one of the posters had pointed out the fact they had never been attacked by ghosts while masturbating- an activity they allegedly took part in upwards of a dozen times per day.
Sexual energy, it was hypothesized, was a source of great power. It was a primordial drive, a ritual by which life was created and would naturally repel the denizens of the grave. Lyath made his mind up. It was the only way to save himself. He waited with anticipation in the dark, no longer the victim of this evil thing, but a holy warrior waiting for the signal to spring his ambush. Even the ambience of the city outside seemed to mute itself, yielding to the rapid beating of his heart.
In the pregnant silence, a long creak. His call to glory. With a roar, Lyath ripped the blankets off and leapt off his bed. In only an instant more, he had torn his thin pair of boxers off. He spread his skinny body out on the floor and channeled his power into his only weapon.
"I'm ready for you, mother fucker!" He shouted as he began to masturbate with great vigor, thrusting his hips up and down as he did so.
"Honey? What in the name of-?"
The bedroom lights flicked on, blinding him. He lost hold of his weapon and shielded his eyes with a forearm. Blinking, he lay on the carpet of the bedroom with legs spread wide and his slight chest heaving with the adrenaline. His ivory fur was damp and darkened somewhat with perspiration. Standing over him was his mother- naturally, a Fennec Fox as he was. Although he was rapidly gaining on her, she remained the taller of the two, with a chubby frame and suitably large breasts. The shape of her body was noticeable in the fluffy blue robe she wore to bed. Presently, she stood with hands on her wide hips, though in place of a scowl that would usually accompany this she merely looked concerned at the bizarre sight of her son.
He bolted up into a sitting position, folding his tail over his lap.
"What in the world are you doing? Are you feeling okay?" She asked him, leaning down and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I...", He said, still catching his breath, "I...g-ghost...the noises"
He gestured and pointed this way and that, not fully comprehending his incredible screw up.
Her face softened. "Oh. You have the sense too."
"The..sense?" He repeated.
She nodded, "I have been fighting ghosts since I was about your age..of course- not quite in the way your gift has manifested,"
She moved his tail off his lap. The revelation had done nothing to quell the fear or excitement that stiffened his cock. It stood proudly erect in front of his mother. She considered it for a second with the gleam of pride in her eye. And then the shadows began to shift in the hallway beyond the open door.
"We'd better finish cleansing this spirit," she said, rising to her feet and helping him up, "I'll let you do the honors. You need all the experience you can get,"
Facing the door, he took hold of himself and began to stroke. The shadows seemed to retreat a ways, back past the threshold where they had threatened to spill into the room like a bubble of inky black oil. Being more experienced and possessed of more insight, it was only she who could see the bloody figure standing there, crossing its rotten arms over a featureless face in pain.
"It's working. You've got it on the defensive," She said excitedly.
She opened her robes and leaned into her son, the soft mass of her breasts on his shoulders. She reached around and began to pinch at his nipples. She then nibbled at the corner of an ear. His cock throbbed with each new sensation, as if somehow becoming harder than it already was. Taking him by the base of his tail, she lifted it and smacked his butt a few times. The monster outside the room reeled with each smack as if it had been struck instead.
At last it was time for the final strike. In a swift motion and without warning, she plunged two fingers deep inside her son. It was the equivalent of pressing the button on a nuclear bomb. The monster howled as it was blasted away in the pulse of pure sexual ecstasy and Lyath drained his balls onto the carpet in hot, rapid streams of seed that plopped onto the carpet audibly.
By the time his balls were thoroughly drained, the ominous aura inside the house had dissipated and the ambiance of the night reclaimed the eerie silence. Mother and son embraced- one panting from the aftermath of the powerful orgasm.
"Good boy," She whispered to him, running a hand over his hair.
"I think I might be out of ammo," He said, smacking his lips and swallowing with a dry mouth.
She reached down and cupped his softening package, "Dear, it's not what's in your balls that counts-" She then touched his chest, "It's what's in your soul. Always remember that,"
On that night, the next in a long line of great ghost hunters was born.