Goth Girl - A Horror Story

I see her. A vision of rarest beauty, her pale skin almost translucent, her fashion sense impeccable! What mystery surrounds her? What delights hide within?

I mentally shrug, always mystified that Princess even gives me the time of day, I shuffle by close enough that I hope to peek a little further up her skirt while idly humming a snippet from a Jethro Tull song, "Yes, and her legs went on for ever. Like staring up at infinity ..." She must be ... what ... nineteen?

She lights a cig and strikes such an over acted pose of indifference that I almost laugh out loud. Well 'what the heck' I think, "She wants to play." Stopping and staring up at her, I open with my best pickup line!

"I really like your panties!" nervous giggle, wrings paws.

She exhales a cloud of smoke, ignoring me.

Amused I head to my trailer which Princess had set up for guests of her Star Trek - Better than Veronica Mars but not as Good as BSG party.

She says, "Slaughtering that cow was cool. The way you just sort of waddled it down ..."

"Well it was asleep ..."

" ... and then drove those claws of yours deep into its' flank. Its plaintive wail of despair as it slowly collapsed realizing its life was over, more grist for the mill."

"Uhhhhh ..."

"And the bright red arterial spray coating you, softly growing weaker as the heart lost its battle with death, like a cock cumming."

"I get that a lot!"

"What?"

"Arterial spray."

"Well it was beautiful, you know? It made me very ... very ... wet! The meaninglessness of it all ya know?"

"uhhhh ... yeah ... and your name would be ... weirdo? DeathChick?"

Giggling she replies, "I like DeathChick but no silly, it's Liz, I go by GothGirl or GG for short."

"Well GothGirl I can't express how interesting it's been meeting you! I have to get to my trailer and shower, you have no idea how sweaty I get in this thing after Kal-if-fee and killing a cow. Good luck with whatever you're selling there."

Smoking her cig GothGirl watches wolverBilly enter his trailer.

Being a member of the Order of the Melon my guest trailer is a full thirty feet longer and fifteen feet wider than lucky's but smaller than jem's who possesses the penultimate Order of the Bad Ass Tat. Still I can't help but smile, my wookie has tasted the sweet sting of citrus, the gentle kiss of the cantaloupe seed. Perhaps one day lucky too will become a member, all the while performing under Princess's giggling taunts as she observes him on a webcam.

Frowning I head to the bathroom, ripping the door open I shout, "Dammit lucky this is the third time today, get out of the fucking shower!!!"

"But you have hot water billy!"

"Lucky, even if you get the Order of the Melon your trailer will never have hot water! You know the rule, 'Nothing but cold showers when on the castle grounds for lucky!'"

Wrapped in a towel lucky flees back to his minuscule trailer. I take a sauna, followed by a massage by Princess's personal masseuse before a quick shower. Pulling on my black, silk jammies and popping the tab on a diet Mountain Dew I settle down to watch PTV - All Perversions All the Time. A quiet knock on the door breaks my concentration on Awwwww Poor Baby!!!

Grumbling I cautiously open the door figuring it's some one trying to kill me.

"Um ... Mr. Bear, would you like to buy my invention? I think you'll find it ... stimulating."

GothGirl stands at the door twirling her hair around her finger trying to look both pensive and tragic at the same time. She utterly fails.

"What is it?"

"If you let me in I'll show you."


I sit on the couch and watch GothGirl take a Fleshlight out of her bag, "You didn't invent that!"

Undressing GothGirl giggles, "No silly but I modified it."

"Why are you undressing? WHERE DID YOU GET THAT RACK??!!" I practically scream when her yummy B cups are exposed.

"I'm nineteen, it's impossible to have a crappy rack and I'm undressing because I intend to fuck you silly after you recover from my device here."

"Really??!! What's the device do?"

"Well I don't screw old dudes like you. This device will turn you into a vibrant eighteen year old! It's based off of your transmorgafier but I inverted the Riemann's Zeta function which accounts for fractional charge subatomically just for the Higg's boson with an involucral matrix of ogdoad parity."

"Well any idiot knows that. But in order for the inversion to occur you would need huge amounts of power, what are you using for power?"

Down to her fishnets and garter, GothGirl kneels before me tugging down my silk jammies, taking my wookie in her hand she begins to 'fluff' me, "Mumph Ibth wabba lupth if!"

"I'm sorry?" I whisper, my eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

Smacking her lips GothGirls says, "I said, 'I think you're really going to like this!'" as she slides the device over my wanty/needy wookie and begins a slow, rhythmic up down motion.

I nearly faint from the pleasure. Increasingly panicked as I begin to feel the helpless submissive feelings overcoming me I pant out, "Stop! You never told me what powered the device!"

"Boy cummies supply the needed power."

"But that's illegal!!! The Mistresses know not to tap such raw masculine power lightly, MsTara talks about nothing else, that 'the power of boy cum must never be used for evil, only good!' Which is why she never lets boys cum. Have you tested this device?"

"I'm testing it on you silly! I know it will work, you'll be eighteen and I'll be your girlfriend and lead scientist. We'll have a family and live in a nice house ... there may be some side effects when you orgasm but we can work through those through the power of teenage love!"

"You're insane! I actually kind of dig that but you have to stop! We can test the device on ace or somebody!" I plead, now so completely consumed with pleasure I can't move. My eyes drift up to a wall clock, I'm already fifteen minutes late for Princess's Teasing Treats post dinner buffet. In another fifteen or so I know Princess will come looking for me. If I can just hold on, help will be on the way! I concentrate on the clock, watching the second hand.

"Look at me Billy ..." whispers GothGirl in a sultry voice.

"No!" I moan, I'm looking everywhere but at her, finally settling on a ball of light blue energy forming above the FleshLight. "Please don't tell me that's a Feynman ball!"

She murmurs, "You know it is, naughty boy! It's your thoughts bringing it into existence. It's power will be used to trigger the inversion."

"It's ... it's ... wrong!" my eyes drifting to the clock. Ten minutes, thank God Princess has trained me to be a legendary fighter, to deny pleasure! It feels so good though! So naughty!

"You are a fighter Billy and when you give in you'll cum even harder, feeding the Feynman ball. That's so naughty!" taunts GothGirl.

Licking my lips, my eyes locked on the clock I say, "I said that out loud huh?"

Her voice going teasy GothGirl says, "Billeeee ... look at me Billeeee ... you know you want to!"

"No." I'm completely paralyzed with desire.

Increasing the rhythm of her hand she continues to tease, "But think about it Billeeee, I want to tell you about how I'm gonna bend over the arm of this couch and have you take me doggy. Don't you want to take me Billeeee? Aren't there things you want to 'do' with me? To me? Look at me ..."

"Awwwwww"

"Shhhhhhhh, that's it baby."

I look at her. Her eyes are bright with excitement, her lips slightly parted. She's staring intently into my eyes, knowing I'm close, reading me. I notice my hips pressing into the device, as my body further betrays me.


"You're pretty." I whisper sadly, knowing I've lost, the brightness of the Feynman ball growing stronger, filling the room.

She giggles, missing the sadness in my voice. "Thank you!" she says as she climbs up and sits next to me, her hand moving faster and faster, "You know what Billeee? I think you're gonna cum!"

Her perfume is wafting into my mind, her shampoo, her femininity. She's smiling at me and then moves closer, her lips so close to mine I can feel their warmth. Somehow I'm cupping her breast and I wonder, 'how did that happen?' her nipple hard in my palm. I'm babbling any pervy crap that comes to mind while she eggs me on.

She whispers, "Tell me Billeeee, tell me every naughty thing you want to do! Because I'll do it Billeeee, I'll do ANYTHING you desire!"

I tell her everything, except one thing, the special game(s) Princess and I play, that's Hers!

Then she completely stuns me by kissing me which pushes me over. My eyes closed I see the room completely fill with cold blue light through my eyelids before incredible pleasure followed by indescribable pain shoots through my body as inversion takes hold. I'm changing, oh dear God I'm changing!!!

Blackness.

The repetitive sounds of, "Ungh, ungh, ungh" first fill my consciousness as my eyes slowly open on GothGirl bent over the arm of the couch. I'm standing on a stool behind her, fucking her silly as she bucks and moans on my throbbing wookie. I'm dressed in my black wolverBilly outfit, fly down. Black is my color!

She whips her red hair over her left shoulder and smiles back at me, "I can't stop cumming on you my love!"

My love??!! Oh my god she loves me! She really does! She said so! And I ... I love her too!!! We were meant to be together forever! I moan back, "I love you SO MUCH!"

She cums even harder as she moans, "I love you MORE!!!"

"No I love YOU more!"

"Prove your love and cum in my hot pussy bad boy! Fill me with your love!!!"

I explode inside her, each of us screaming our undying love for one another. Our moans and grunts being replaced by someone banging on the trailer door.

I hop off the stool and zip up while kicking the stool behind the couch. GothGirl is splayed out on the couch frantically sucking her thumb. OK that's kinda weird but oddly hot too. I'm conflicted! I don't know how I should feel about that! I hate myself, I truly do.

"Eyebf wubth youth soooth muth!" GothGirl sleepily mutters around her thumb.

"What was that my true love?"

"I love you so much! Don't ever leave me ... promise!"

How could I ever leave her? My universe, my everything! "I promise!"

Suddenly the lock of the trailer door explodes as Princess Grace comes charging in waving her pink Glock like she's starring in a cop show, "Billy! Billy!!! Are you OK?! I was so worried ..." She trails off as she stares at me, "Bat wing eyebrows?" She starts to giggle.

I proudly pick up my DeathCane (GothGirl got it for me as a reminder of our true love - isn't she dreamy!) and put on my hat, maturely staring at Princess Grace.

Her giggles are shifting to full fledged laughter as she says, "Lipstick? Why are you so pale?"

She just doesn't understand!!!

As she peers more closely at me her laughter shifts to a full throated scream of horror! She wheels on GothGirl, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??!!"

I'm mortified! I don't know what to do! I feel like screaming, I feel like running. I want her to go! I can't figure it out! Why do they hate our love? It's pure!

I scream out, "PRINCESS GRACE YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME!!!"

No one understands me. No one can. I'm a hideous monster, a freak! Tears blinding me I stumble into the night. I wish I was dead!!!

They're hunting me now. Hunting the monster BillyBear. I can hear the blaring of their bullhorns, "Come back Billy! We can help you!" The baying of the bloodhounds. They can't help me, they don't understand. For I had become ...

Become ...

Dear lord help me.

For I was a ...

Teenage Angst Filled Goth WolverBilly!!!