Feature Writer: gcharis
Feature Title: Sister Joan and The Devil’s Weed
Published: 08.09.2016
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: The weed chooses you!
Sister Joan and The Devil’s Weed 1
“Mary? Look at you!”
“‘Sister’ Mary now, Ellen dear!” she replied with a smile and a hug.
“We really must get together and talk old times!”
“I’d like that! I’m often serving at the soup kitchen here in town …”
“Perfect! I live right down the road from there!”
Weeks later Sister Mary visited her old friend.
“Ding Dong.”
“Mary come in!” Ellen said as she hugged her old friend.
“Nice place you have Ellen! Hmmm, no religious statues I see … you’re still the old heathen you used to be?” Mary asked with a laugh.
“Yes!” Ellen laughed. “In fact, with the new marijuana laws in place, we can legally toke up like we used to!”
“Ellen, I’m a nun! Nuns don’t ‘toke up!’! I left that all for Jesus!”
“I know, but still, it would be so much fun! Just like old times!”
“No, I can’t, it’s all in the past …”
“‘All’, Mary? Even what we shared together? Don’t you ever think about it… dream about it? I could kiss your little clitty right n…”
“Ellen, shame on you!”
“Ooops! Sorry!” Ellen answered as she drew her friend in tighter with an affectionate hug.
“Oh Ellen, vivacious as ever! How can anyone say no to you?”
“Then let’s get high!”
“Sorry Ellen, I answer to Jesus now!”
“Oh all right, take a seat on the couch!” Ellen directed Mary with a smile as she took Mary’s overcoat and purse towards the kitchen. “I’ll go tend to our dinner then, be back in a flash!”
While in the kitchen, Ellen pulled out a black marijuana joint from her kitchen apron pocket, lit it over the candle burning on the counter top, closed her eyes and took a deep drag, Mmmm … oh FUCK yeah! she thought to herself. As she held in the smoke, her face grew pale like a white sheet, her lips blackened, her eyelids blackened, an upside down pentagram raised up like scar tissue faintly in the center of her forehead between two budding horns that rose up from the crown of her head. She opened her eyes which were now totally black and gazed at the smoldering joint between her blackened long nailed fingertips, smiled and thought, Hell YEAH! I can hold this in … I CAN DO THIS! Next, she put out the joint in an ashtray, carefully placed both near Mary’s purse, then came around to her nun friend from behind through the opposite entrance to the kitchen and snuck up behind her. As she silently bent over the couch next to Mary’s face …
“I smell smoke …” Mary said as Ellen gently turned her head towards her. When Mary opened her mouth to shriek, Ellen grabbed her head and sealed her lips over her friend’s and quickly exhaled a huge payload of smoke while protecting her face with her free hand. Satisfied that Sister Mary got a lungful, she released her. As the smoke billowed out of Mary’s nose and mouth, Mary coughed repeatedly then her eyes turned red and puffy. I’ve never been THIS HIGH before! she thought to herself. Then her eyes turned completely black like Ellen’s.
“I see the Devil’s weed can conquer even the stubbornest of religious minds!” Ellen said with a grin. “How do you feel?”
… so high I can’t speak, I can’t even move, all my molecules have separated like in a Star Trek transporter
“There, there Mary dearest friend … I totally understand! I was overwhelmed too on my first toke but thats OK … I told you I wanted your snatch. I mean to taste it once more …” Ellen pulled up Mary’s black robe and pulled down her panties. “Oh delicious!” Ellen said to herself as she inspected Mary’s old pussy. Yet under the influence of the drug, her skin was paler, younger and her pink pussy lips and clit had a slight grey tinge to them.
“You remember …” slurp
“When I …” slurp, slurp
“Used to …” slurp, slurp, slurp
“Lick you …” Ellen tickled Mary’s clit with her slightly split black tongue.
“All the time? Mmmwah!” she asked Mary as she kissed her dripping cunt.
“Yesss!” No! I can’t enjoy this! Oh Jesus sav …! Owww! My forehead!”
“Sorry Mary!” Ellen popped up from her friend’s snatch and said, “While you’re in this state you CAN’T mention THAT name!”
“OH GOD…! OUCH!” Mary yelled out as black tears formed in her eyes.
“I told you! While you’re under … you can only praise Satan NOT the other! But after a while you’ll learn to control your words and also be able to return to your normal state as needed … watch!” Ellen looked Mary right in her black eyes and began to transform back to her former self. “See? I’m totally in control! There’s nothing to fear, but life’s so much better with a ‘Devil’s weed’ buzz on!” she exclaimed as she grew black lipped, subtly pointed eared, horned and forked tongued then dived right in to her friend’s pussy.
“OH! OH G … OUCH! But I’m a nun! I can’t DO this! OH FUCK!”
“MMMMuch BBBetter MMMary!” Ellen encouraged her friend as she ate her out.
Mary’s hour of intoxication flew by quickly but not without continual mega-orgasms shared by both of them as Ellen continuously licked Mary and fingered herself.
“It looks like I’ll need a new couch and rug Mary dear! It’s all a sopping mess! Ellen happily exclaimed as she looked at Mary, the couch, herself and the rug.
“Do you want another hit?”
“NO! Ellen, I’m a nun! I serve God! I, I never want to see you again!”
“O.k. I understand, Ellen you go with … ” she couldn’t say it because she was still high and horned. “Here, let me get your coat and purse!” as she grabbed Mary’s purse, she snuck the rest of the joint inside it.
“Thank you Ellen! Good bye! May God spare your soul!” she tried to sound authoritative and dignified but still left… in a heated, heated huff.
“Cum again Sister! Anytime! All the time!” Ellen answered Mary behind her back as she magically materialized a fresh joint in her left black palm. “Mmmm … so good! Praise you Satan!” she said as she lit it up and went back into her home.
That night at the convent, Mary dreamt of being found out. In her dream, she was hiding in the cellar of the old convent and had a lit black joint between her her two blackened long nailed fingers. She had her other hand between her habit robes on her blackened pussy. Just as she was about to put the joint to her black lips she heard, “Sister Mary, where are you? It’s time for prayer!”
“God … OUCH!” Mary exclaimed as she woke and put her hand to her forehead.
“Oh no!” she silently cried as she saw black tears on her pillowcase. She got up and ran to her mirror. Her eyes were black. Mary started to panic, I can control this, Ellen said I could control this! This is just a bad dream … Mary closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. Thank God! Then she went to her linen closet to change her pillowcase. How am I going to explain this?
As she prepared for the morning, she stood naked in her room. Normally, she’d shower and dress but this morning she was incredibly horny. I’ll just quench the fire a little… she thought but the more she rubbed herself, the more turned on she became, till at last she realized, I NEED the Devil’s weed! Where’s Ellen’s number? I have to call her! So Mary rummaged through her pocketbook for her cell phone and touched the joint Ellen hid in there. YES!
“Mary it’s time for prayer!” Sister Joan called out as she knocked on Mary’s door.
“I overslept Sister, I’ll be there soon!”
“Very well Sister, God be with you!”
“And G … OUCH!”
“Are you o.k. Sister?”
“I’m fine Sister, I stepped on a pebble on the floor from my shoe, thank you!” Oh no not again! Mary thought to herself as she looked in her hand mirror. Again her eyes were black as oil and her face was paling …
“I’ll send the cleaning staff to vacuum your floor”
“Very well Sister, thank you!” Oh shit! I have to get out of here! Concentrate Mary! She viewed herself again and saw that she looked normal. When Sister Joan’s footsteps faded away Mary put on her habit, grabbed her joint, a votive candle and matches then quietly ran on her socked feet downstairs to the convent cellar. I’ll hide here for now, this will buy me time… oh, my pussy’s on fire! Ellen, Ellen I’m sorry I behaved like a stuck up self righteous prude…
Safe in the cellar, again she played with her pussy, fingering it, rubbing it. She even spit all over her hand and tried to fist herself but still she thought, I can’t get off and I NEED to! With no hope for relief and in the security of the constant thrum of the convent generator engines in the cellar, she carefully lit her joint next to the old stone foundation in the tight, right angled, double two-times-four corner of an open wire meshed shop room against the mighty engine’s air intake currents and drew down smoke into her lungs. Finally, now I can get off! she thought to herself as she played with her cunt. As she stroked herself she noted that her skin was turning paler, her nails growing longer and black. Her pussy lips were now black and shining with her juices. Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUUUCK! Mary mouthed her ecstasy as quietly as she could. As she was stroking, lost in a marijuana space continuum, eyes closed, lolling her head round and round with her blackening, splitting tongue hanging out she thought to herself, If it’s this GOOD,why not take another hit? So again, Mary fought the cellar currents and took another hit off the joint. She immediately felt tiny as a mouse and yet, giant, as if she could stand up and crash through the roof of the convent. Then she thought about walking through walls and quietly spoke, as if in reverence, “Like Jesus … OW! AH! AH! OWWW! my fucking head!” Then she saw the light…
“Sister Mary! Are you down here? We’re waiting for you at prayer!” Sister Joan flashed a strong beam of light down the main aisle of the cellar.
OH SHIT I’ve got to get out of here! she thought to herself… then the itching on her forehead became unbearable. She quickly placed her blackening demonic hand on her forehead and felt the same upside-down pentagram that adorned her friend’s forehead. OH SHIT! THAT MEANS … I’M GROWING HORNS TOO! CONCENTRATE MARY! CONCENTRATE!
As Sister Joan threw the main cellar light switch on she saw a strange looking horned nun with her headdress off running towards the old arched wooden doors of the convent cellar. The nun had socks on and appeared to have strange clubbed feet and under her habit between her shoulder blades were two short wiggling in tandem appendages like the wings of a small bat. Sister Joan also saw a curious lashing appendage over Mary’s ass that was violently disturbing the black cloth.
“Mary? Sister Mary? Is that you?”
Mary bumbled at the door deadbolt with her long black nails but finally succeeded and looked back at her expectant sister.
“MOTHER OF GOD!” Sister Joan cried out.
“HARDLY!” Mary answered, as she fully revealed her pale, newly horned, upside down pentagram-ed face then opened her robe and rubbed her naked, slick, black pussy in front of her sister.
Sister Joan fainted on the spot.
Mary fled the convent.
I’m FUCKING TROTTING away … no, this can’t be! but there was no denying her socked hoof-like feet as they began to softly click on the pavement. The park, I’ll hide in the town park where no one can see me or… hear me!
At the park, Mary collected herself. Concentrate Mary! Come down Mary! SHIT! I’m might as well enjoy myself! So Mary gently finger fucked herself with her long nailed black hands under a tree for a couple of hours before she could gain control of herself. Ahhh, better, back to my old self again… and yet I’m still so fucking horny! Where’s my joint? WHERE’S MY FUCKING JOINT? Panic struck Sister Mary as she remembered that she fled without her matches and without her joint, How could I be so stupid? I HAVE to get to Ellen’s house NOW!
“Ding Dong”
“I NEED …”
“Mary how good to see you again, although I must say I’m not surprised! The Devil’s weed is addicting isn’t it? Now girl, show yourself to me!”
“I NEED!”
“Yes dear, I totally understand! REVEAL YOURSELF MARY DEAREST!”
At that point Mary lost control. Her skin and overall appearance grew young then deathly white with growing black spreading from her hands, her tender socked hooves and the crown of her budding horned head. Her black eyes teared up and ran in black rivulets down her face.
“There, there, Mary … ” Ellen said as she hugged her friend. “OK, now it’s my turn!” Ellen dropped her bathrobe.
“BUT I … OH!” Mary exclaimed as her friend revealed her more advanced transformation.
“You like?” Ellen asked as she revealed her muscular, cut, young virile body that looked to be almost covered in a black bodysuit. Her pale, white, horned face was encircled with black. Black also highlighted her lips, eyelids and the upside down pentagram on her forehead. Her ears were now totally pointed and also black. Her torso looked like it was airbrushed with black paint leaving her breast and navel areas a pale white. However, her nipples were completely black. Her pussy, legs, ass, tail and hoofed feet were also totally black.
Mary began to finger herself.
“How appropriate ‘Sister’!” Ellen wryly murmured as she bent to kiss her friend.
“And now, at long last …” Ellen produced a black joint in her palm, then she spoke over it setting the tip of it ablaze and the two old stoner friends renewed their commitments. They smoked the whole joint while playing with each other’s black pussies and eating out their black assholes.
“Don’t let my tail get in your way Mary dear!”
“Mmmmm … ugh! OW!”
“Sorry, I forgot your wings were still tender … like the rest of you … mmmm Mary!”
As they played and smoked, the blackness continually crept up on both of them. They could feel themselves changing but were too immersed in their lust to care. Finally, Mary in her transformed state looked like Ellen when she first arrived, but Ellen was now completely black from her horned head to her hooves.
“I don’t feel so good now Mary dear…” Ellen spoke quietly as she grew short of breath.
“No Ellen, you’re in control, if the weed’s making you sick you can change back! Right Ellen? Right? ELLEN! Mary screamed as her friend looked as if she passed out dead.
Her pulse … I’ll check her pulse … nothing … OH G … AHHH! Mary winced in pain as she held her forehead. Her cellphone… Mary practically flew over to the kitchen to get Ellen’s cell phone then called 911. CONCENTRATE … she thought as she returned to being old Sister Mary.
“What is the problem?”
“My friend has passed out … I think she’s …”
“Can you describe the condition of your friend?”
“Uh … ”
“Can you describe the condition of your friend?” the 911 dispatcher pressed her.
Mary looked closely at Ellen, What can I say … then as she watched her friend’s face she noticed a bump had formed in the center of the pentagram. It grew until…
“OH MY GOD!”
“Maam? Are you alright?
“She’s fine and I’ve never been better thank you!” Ellen answered as she rose up, disconnected the call and carefully looked around the room with all of her three black eyes wide open.
“Ellen? What? How?”
“Never mind old friend … and you look awfully old and ugly! We need to fix that right away!”
“Ah… no! You can change back! We both can change back!”
“No Mary dear… I can’t… now. This what I am. This is what you’re going to be!”
“No Ellen please!” Mary began to cry black tears as she lost control and turned again.
“Ah, much, much better! But let’s speed things up a bit!”
Ellen raised her black arms into the air and weaved her black long finger nails fingers together.
“Oh my G… AAAHHH!” Mary winced her upside down pentagram-ed forehead in pain but could not soothe it with her hands because they took the position that Ellen formed with her arms and hands. I can’t move!”
Ellen closed her two ‘human’ eyes and quickly gazed at Mary with her middle eye. “That’s right you can’t!” she answered her friend audibly. “Now for THE JOINT!” Ellen laughed as she blew out of her mouth into the air like she was blowing a bubblegum bubble, but instead a giant black medieval herald’s trumpet sized joint grew from her open mouth and hovered in the air like a dirigible as she let it lose from her lips. Then she spoke the tip aflame and took the firey end into her mouth and drew the smoke into her lungs. “OH FUCK YEAH!” she exclaimed as she released it, exhaled and watched the hovering giant joint slowly burn in the air. “Now, it’s your turn, dear Mary … and let me tell you it’s GOOD weed! Open wide!”
Oh FUCK! Mary thought to herself as her black lips protruded against her will and roundly opened like a cock hungry bimbo’s lips about to go down on a human joint.
“Oh FUCK INDEED!” Ellen answered and gently blew the hovering joint into Mary’s mouth. “Now DRAW!” she commanded.
Mary’s lungs were gripped by an invisible force causing her to inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale deeply and over and over. The giant horn sized joint grew smaller and smaller while Mary grew blacker and blacker with fully formed black ram-like horns, wings, tail and hooves. I am sooo … fucked up!
Ellen unweaved her hands and dropped her arms when she heard Mary’s thoughts. Then she sat down in front and to the side of black Mary who was now holding on to the hovering, almost spent joint as if it were her mother’s tender nourishing nipple. The last thing Mary remembered before she passed out was seeing the shining black bloodied ‘420’ cut by Ellen into her abdomen skin midway between her belly button and her pussy by her own long, sharp nails. Ellen showed off her handiwork with a with fanged grin. “Oh, this will heal!” she answered Mary’s brief worried look as the wound quickly morphed into scarred body art. Ellen never looked so happy.
“Wake up my love!”
Mary’s third eye opened first. I can see you … I can hear you … your thoughts …
“Yes Mary dearest … ” they gave each other a knowing look then transformed into two young human sexy hippy chicks. “Now let’s go find an organic farmer!” Ellen said with a an evil grin.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE