A Loli Christmas Carol #3: "Back from the Future"

by Pulsar

Eleanor Scrude slept uneasy in her bed. The abdominal cramps from her recent orgasm kept nagging her. Yet her body was relaxed. However, the thousands of visions kept passing before her of the past and present. Nevertheless, she continued to convince herself it was all a dream. And if she had the mind power, the third spirit simply would not appear.

But in her shallow sleep, she heard the 'bong... bong!' from the grandfather clock out in the hallway. She dared not open her eyes at first, yet she just had to peek at her own digital clock, confirming '2:00am.' "Noooo!" moaned Eleanor. "This time, I will not dream it! I will not think it! My mind will imagine no spirits!" Yet before the clock even flipped to '2:01am,' there came a faint sound from beyond her window, like that of a cry of a banshee. It was a high woman's voice, echoing as if from the spirit world. "Noooo!" groaned Eleanor again. She dared to rise from her bed and peek out the window into the snow-covered night. And there out in the white blanket of her front yard, there stood a tall lean hooded figure clad in flowing red robes. They billowed in the winter wind as the figure stood in one place, raising one hand as to beckon her to follow. And around her neck hung a small glowing amulet of some unknown stone.

"Oh no you don't! I'm not going with you! This time, you can't make me!" And thus she closed her curtain to the sound of her high aria of her wailing. Yet when she turned around, there stood that figure in her room! She made not a sound, yet beckoned with her hand. "I know! I know!" protested Eleanor. "I'm shallow, mean, wicked, evil... and GAY! You're friends keep telling me that! Geeze, I don't need to hear it from you too! So just go away!" And with that, she hid under her blanket once again. She waited in silence for many moments until she dared to peek again. But alas, there stood the tall hooded figure in the long red robes, just as before. "What, are you deaf or something?" But once again, the Banshee of Christmas Future motioned with her hand to follow. "Well, so you're giving me the old silent treatment! Well, I happen to be the world champion at that old game! Nobody plays head games like me!"

But in reply, the robed banshee began to rub her amulet with a white gloved hand, bringing quite a glow that lit up the room. Yet once the glow faded, Eleanor realized she was no longer in her room. Where her bed once lay beneath her now lay a hard tile floor-- the floor she realized was that of the corridor of her school. Yet in such travels, she was not cold in spite of being clad in only her panties, tee, and bobbie-socks. "Well, here we go again!" she groaned as she struggled to her feet. "So what do I have to see this time? What'd I do now?"

And thus the spirit beckoned her down the corridor with a wave of her hand. In the distance, they could hear a multitude of voices coming from the gymnasium. And upon entering, there was a crowd applauding as the principal introduced the homecoming queen. "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Eleanor Scrude!"

And as the crowd went wild with cheers and whistles, Eleanor leapt for joy, ever grateful that she was invisible in her tee and panties. "Yeeessss! I made it! I finally made it! I'm the queen! I'm the queen! I really AM somebody!" she said. Yet she looked at her banshee guide who stood motionless, her face hidden within the darkness of her hood. "Well aren't you the life of the party!" snapped Eleanor. "Oh well! Be a loner! I'm happy! I have every right to be happy! You're not gonna ruin this for me!"

And thus she turned her attention to the platform at the far end as she watched herself, the future Eleanor Scrude in all her glory climb the steps to be crowned under the arch. And as expected, she had an ideal figure. Her hips were round and curvy. Her breasts were full and perky. Her hair flowed down the back having been pampered at a salon for hours. And there she stood in a one-piece bathing suit in high heals with long white gloves as she was presented a bouquet of flowers. She smiled wide as she waved to the crowd. And thus they put the sparkling crown on her head. "Damn, I have a killer body!" she noted. "Yeah, I know! Snobby! But hey, take a look! It's true!" Yet the spirit stood motionless, hiding all life and emotion behind the hood. "Today, Homecoming Queen; tomorrow, Miss America!" she said with a beaming smile watching her future self. Then she faced her ghostly escort. "Do what you will! But I'm immortal now! I'll always be remembered!"

But the hooded being only shook her head as she rubbed her amulet. Once again, she stood in the corridor at school. By the looks of the new tile and panting, as well as the updated lighting, many years had passed. "What's this?" Yet the spirit only pointed to the wall near the trophy case. Eleanor slowly approached the vast collection of framed portraits. "Oh! It's all the homecoming queens in the history of the school," she said. "Surely I'm up here among them!" Yet as she looked, her face was hard to find among the long rows of pictures dating back to the founding of the school several generations ago. "Oh wait... there I am!" she said as she pointed. "But... it's so hard to see me! I mean... so many girls before me... and so many after! This sucks! Even as homecoming queen, I'm just another face in the crowd!" Eleanor sighed in anger. "Did you have to show me this?"

Yet suddenly, the ethereal robed being reached up to rub her amulet. With one glow, they found themselves somewhere far away. Once again, there was chaos all around the waiting room in what seemed to be a hospital! "Oh no! Not the hospital again!" protested Eleanor. Yet the being only pointed to a family sitting nervously. And thus Eleanor dared to approach. And as suspected... it was the Crockets! Mr. Crocket sat in a solemn mood with his arms tightly around an adolescent Bobbi and Mrs. Crocket. They spoke not a word; they just stared into space. "Don't tell me! Tiny Tina is back in here again!" She looked at the banshee spirit. Even though the face was hidden, she could see by the motion of the hood that the spirit was nodding 'yes.'

"Oh geeze! What now?" groaned Eleanor as she sat down in an empty chair. "Well, what'd ya' want me to do? They can't hear me so I can't say anything to them." However, the spirit remained stone still as Eleanor stared into space. But soon, she began to focus on Bobbi. She had practically reached her adult height by now, tall and slender. Yet she still dressed somewhat conservative in a white blouse, navy skirt and blue tartan knee socks. She sat with both her arms and legs crossed. And though she looked the intellectual type rather than sexy, her legs had really taken shape with some muscle tone. Her breasts were not large, yet firm. Beside her sat a violin case. Perhaps she had missed an orchestra performance just to be here tonight at the hospital.

However, a doctor soon emerged from the swinging double doors in green scrubs with a mask dangling below his chin and clipboard in hand. "Mr. and Mrs. Crocket!" he said.

"Y... yes doctor?" stammered Mr. Crocket with a dry mouth.

"Tina! She's stabilizing right now! We're keeping her under for a while. We were able to fix the spleen... as far as preventing any more damage, but I'm worried about her liver trauma. We're gonna keep her here a few more days. If necessary, we'll need to schedule another operation!"

"Oh God!" cried Mrs. Crocket as she buried her face in her husband's shoulder. Mr. Crocket held her tight. Bobbi as well gently patted her mother on the back.

"It'll be alright, Mom," she whispered. "Why don't you go on home and rest?"

"I'm not leaving this spot!" she assured as she wept.

As such, Eleanor shook her head. She stood up and took the seat next to Bobbi and gently patted her bare knee. "Well, glad to see you have no knee bruises," she mumbled. "I guess I took the day off from my bitchiness." Then, she let out a deep sigh. "Look, if you could hear me, then you'd know that... well... I wish I could do something! I mean... there's more to me than just a bitch who makes you fall down!" And thus she just sat there, staring down at the floor. Then, once again, she dared to give Bobbi's bare kneecap a gentle squeeze. Then, she let her fingers glide up her thigh until she reached the hem of her skirt, and then back down again. "Y'know... you could have just as easily been the homecoming queen! These legs... your hips... breasts! If I could talk to my myself, I'd go tell her to give her crown to you! It's the least she... I could do!" And then, she patted her knee once more before standing up. "I can't help but wonder... if you could see me right now in my night tee and panties... would you wanna ravage me... you ol' lezbo, you!"

And so she turned to face the apparition in red robes. "Well... there! What more do you want? What more can I do? Can you end this mind game and send me back?"

But once again, the spirit beckoned with a wave of her gloved hand. "Like.. you don't say much, do you?!" continued Eleanor. But the spirit only beckoned her away. Yet as she began to follow, she looked back at the solemn Bobbi, still sitting cross-legged in the chair. "I'd probably be the best you'd ever had, too!" she said with a grin.

However, the spirit rubbed her amulet again. Suddenly, they were in another place all together. There was thick glass and bars everywhere. "Oh-mah-gawd! What is this place?" Yet soon enough, she saw a uniformed man leading a rather grotesque looking fellow down a corridor in an orange jumpsuit with handcuffs. She gasped with fear. "Oh-mah-gawd! This is... the pen! You mean to tell me that you're leading me around the state pen in nothing but my tee and panties? I don't care if they CAN'T see me! I don't want to be here!"

Yet the spirit replied by pointing toward a holding cell. A guard approached, followed by a man in a business suit with briefcase in hand. The officer opened the cell door and a familiar yet hideous figure stepped forward. He had but a slight limp plus some scars on his face from some type of long-ago accident. Eleanor gasped. "That's... Buck Borden! The drunk dude who crashed into Mrs. Crocket and hurt Tiny Tina!"

The spirit only nodded. Yet the man in the suit stepped forward. "Good news, Mr. Borden! You're free! They declared a mistrial and the DUI was dropped!" he said.

"All right!" declared Buck. "Thanks, man!"

"Oh, but your father's still working on the punitive damages claim. It could be a while. But so long as we can tie the courts up, we won't be paying a dime to Victims' Fund!"

"Cool!" replied the arrogant Buck Borden as they began to walk down the hallway. "So, did Dad say anything about getting me a new Mustang?"

Eleanor angrily shook her head. "What?! They can't do that!" she protested to her robed escort. "I mean... Jackie Marlin died because of him... and what about Tiny Tina? He crippled her for life and now they're having to... Aarrgh! What kind of a world is this?" But the spirit raised a gloved hand and rubbed her thumb against her fingers. "Money? You mean... he's getting out because his dad's rich? And Mr. Crocket has to work his ass off just to keep Tina alive?" By now, tears of anger began to flow down her cheeks. "Please, Miss Banshee! Take me home! I can't take anymore of this!"

Yet soon, there came an instant flash of light. Eleanor suddenly realized she was standing outside. The sun was shining, yet the wind was blowing. The leafless trees around indicated that it was indeed wintertime. Yet she was still warm in spite of her scant attire. "Now where are we?" demanded Eleanor. "It's a nice green lawn... like a... a friggin' cemetery!" she cried out. "No! Not here! Please, I don't wanna see!"

Yet the spirit stood motionless. She neither pointed or waved. She just remained still. Eleanor let out a sigh. But soon, a soft sound of music filled the air from the distance-- the sound of a single violin. "Hmm, where's it coming from? Who's playing that violin?" Suddenly, Eleanor ran across the lawn toward the grove of leafless oaks shamelessly in her tee and panties. She raced as fast as she could through the trees until she spied a woman sitting on the grass with the violin, playing a solemn tune at a graveside. It was the most beautiful tune, yet the notes alone nearly brought tears to her eyes. With much trembling, she knelt down right next to the violinist. "Bobbi!" she cried. "Noooo! Not you again!" She turned to looked back, but there stood the spirit right behind her.

"The song is beautiful," said Eleanor. "And Bobbi, she's beautiful. But please... I don't think I want to know anymore! Honestly, you've made your point!" Yet the spirit silently pointed, as if strongly insisting that she learn the truth. And though she now knew already, she read the gravestone: Tina Crocket!

"Nooooooo!" cried Eleanor as she fell to the ground. "Nooooo! I told you not to show me! Why? Why me? Why her? There's nothing I could have done! Even if I were the nicest person in the world, I couldn't have stopped this!" And thus she wept bitterly against the headstone as the twenty-something Bobbi continued to play that same tune, over and over as if in a trance of mourning. The dates on the gravestone indicated that Tina had died at the young age of twelve, way before her time. "Tell me! What could I have done? How could I have saved Tina?"

But after a few minutes, Eleanor calmed down. "I guess the doctors couldn't save her. Or maybe it's because they couldn't get the money from Buck Borden's dad to pay for the hospital bills! I don't understand that stuff!"

Nevertheless, she slowly stood up and wiped her eyes. "Gee, look at her! Look at that face! You would have never known she was the awkward dweeb that everyone picked on in school. She looks so... beautiful, like a model for some kind of classical music magazine or something!" And for a few moments, she reached out and touched the black velveteen ribbon in her hair that billowed in the wind before facing her apparitional guide. "So, just what is that song she keeps playing? I don't think I know it! I mean...I should... but I don't!"

But upon her asking that question, the banshee spirit slowly raised her gloved hands toward her hood. Then, taking each side, she slowly began to lower it, revealing the face of a rather young woman. Yet most shocking were the thick glasses she wore, indicating that everywhere she traveled, it was difficult to see. Suddenly, she opened her mouth, yet no words came out. Instead, she began to sing along with Bobbi's accompaniment...

"Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and sky! It slips a-way, / and all your money won't another minute buy!"

Her voice was strong and angelic as she sang... "Dust in the wind! All we are is dust in the wind..."

Eleanor gasped! You're... you're just a young woman... with glasses! And you talk, er, sing!"

The spirit nodded. Slowly, she reached for the folds in her robe and flung it open like flasher. Yet there was no body beneath. Instead were visions of war, famine and destruction. Images of the Crusades, images of slavery, scenes of marching soldiers and death camps of the holocaust, nuclear explosions... death!

Eleanor screamed and covered her eyes, prompting the spirit to close her robe with an evil chortle. "Where brews these things?" roared the spirit. "They brew in the heart long before a sword is drawn or a bullet is fired!" And thus she stepped closer. "In hearts very much like your own! Is there so much difference between tripping an innocent girl in the lunch room, and pushing a button that drops a bomb?"

"But I... me, well... I," stammered Eleanor.

"Behold! Look again!" roared the spirit.

Eleanor screamed as the banshee flashed open her robe again. Yet this time she saw a body quite fitting. Tall, slender and shapely the spirit stood before her in a red sequined leotard with the leg cut high on the bare hips. The knees were thin and bony. The waist tight and bound with a back satin sash. Her breasts were perky and firm. Long spiked boots adorned her lower legs. "Ha! Fooled you!" laughed the spirit. Eleanor grew weak at the knees as she scanned that long tall body up and down. And once again, the spirit grinned. "See something you like, my dear Eleanor Scrude?"

"Well... I... uh... not bad for a banshee!"

"I can be many things! I am the future! Sometimes I'm beautiful! Sometimes I'm hideous!"

"Please don't change!" begged Eleanor. "I like you this way!"

"Do you?"

"Yeah," gasped Eleanor as she stepped close to the spirit. She reached out and touched that soft flawless flesh on her bare hips first, and then groped about that tight leotard-clad torso, until gently squeezing the firm breasts. And soon, the spirit cast off her flowing robes all together, leaving herself in the boots, bodice and long gloves. "I... I like you this way!"

"Of course you do! This is what pleases your eyes! But come! Look at the future you have built for yourself, inch-by-inch, brick-by-brick, and hour-by-hour!" And with that, she rubbed her amulet.

Next thing she knew they stood in an unkempt house. Though somewhat nice and modern, it lay in disarray with clothes, magazines, old newspapers, and even dirty dishes. "This place is a dump!" protested Eleanor. "Who ever lives here is a total slob! Who is it?" In reply, the spirit pointed toward the shelves in the living room. Eleanor looked up and saw the old Homecoming Queen crown on a shelf. "It's... it's mine!" exclaimed Eleanor. "And this is my house... my future house! But what a mess!"

And so the spirit pointed toward the kitchen. And thus Eleanor cautiously entered the area where a stench of liquor hung in the air.. At the breakfast table, she saw a pile of papers strewn about next so some half-empty bottles of various liquors. Eleanor flipped through them until she found what looked like a report card. "Name... 'David Hawkins.' Who's he? I know a Barry Hawkins but... Oh-mah-gawd! His son? OUR son?" She looked over the report card. "He... he's flunking out and... look at these conduct marks! Every thing is a bad check! How in the world did a kid of mine turn into a hoodlum?" But the spirit only pointed to the multitude of booze bottles lying about empty. Eleanor sighed. "Look! I haven't even started to drink... much!" she said with a gasp. "We'll... I haven't even done these things! Okay, I won't do these things! I mean... don't I have a choice?"

Yet the spirit pointed to an envelope among the pile. Eleanor seized and opened it rather rapidly. "Juvenile Court Summons? What's this? You mean... my son is a delinquent?" Eleanor angrily tossed down the letter. "No! This isn't happening! And like... what about me? Why didn't I do anything about this? I would'a whipped his butt! He'd be sooooo grounded and that other stuff that kids hate their parents for!"

But in reply, the spirit walked out of the kitchen, beckoning Eleanor to follow. A long gloved hand pointed down a short hallway. At the end sat a door half open with darkness beyond. And thus Eleanor slowly approached as the air grew cold and terrifying. And upon reaching the doorway, she reached around and found the light switch. Once the light came on, she found a lifeless woman on the bed. All over the floor lay some more papers, mostly bills.

But on the bed sat an empty bottle of sleeping pills, telling the tale. "Noooo!" cried Eleanor. "Nnnnooooo! That's not me! It couldn't be me! I'd never O.D. on sleeping pills! I mean, this IS a nice house! Why would I commit suicide! Look at all... I have," she mumbled as the tears flowed once again. "Why? Why would I do something like that?"

But the spirit only stared back at her with a straight face and crossed her arms. Even with her long slender body in the revealing leotard, she seemed so frightening and ominous when she was silent. "Oh, the old silent treatment! Can you cut out the head games?! Tell me! What's the reason for this?" Eleanor wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "And... say! Where's Barry? What's he doing about all this?"

And thus the spirit silently rubbed her amulet. Suddenly, they both saw themselves standing high in some fancy penthouse suite with large windows looking out over a forest of skyscrapers beyond, all with a myriad of glowing lights in the city night. Plush furniture and ornate décor completed the exquisite atmosphere. Yet sitting on the couch ahead sat a man in a bathrobe pouring some fine imported wine for his company of voluptuous, bikini-clad bimbos. "Another round, girls?" he said with a grin as the harem of girls giggled.

"Oh Barry!" said one. "I knew you were a good salesman and a lucky gambler, but... how do you afford all of this?"

"Easy!" he said as he lit up a cigar. "I don't pay my child support or alimony!"

Suddenly, Eleanor burst into a rage! "Barry! You asshole! I'll kill you! You prick! I wouldn't marry you if you were the last one on this Earth!" With the fury of hell itself, she raced over to where he sat and kicked him in the groin multiple times. "Take that you bastard! Even you can't see or hear or feel me! Take that! And that! And that..."

Naturally, the sassy banshee burst into laughter. "Feel better now?"

"No!" cried Eleanor as she collapsed to the floor in despair. She wept bitterly as all hope seemed to fade.

The spirit took a deep breath. "Don't you remember the song? 'All your money won't another minute buy!'"

"Money! The lack of it killed Tiny Tina, and too much killed me!" she sighed. "But why do I have to see all of this? I mean... does this HAVE to happen, or is it something that MIGHT happen? And if it might, then... that means... I can change it so it WON'T happen! I can do something to change the future! Can't I?"

Yet once again, the spirit gave her the silent treatment, only staring into space. "Come on! Please! Answer me!" demanded Eleanor. "I must know! Can I really change all this?" But the spirit remained silent. And thus Eleanor began to think about all she had seen. And indeed, the Banshee of the Future had said she only spoke when necessary, and now she stood silent. "Look, what's the point of showing me all of this if I can't change it? Right?" asked Eleanor to the silent spirit. "So... then I CAN change it! It must be true! There can be a better way!"

Finally, the spirit spoke. "Come here, Ellie!" she beckoned.

"Ellie? Eeeww I hate it when people call me that!"

"C'mon!" coaxed the banshee. "Come here!" Eleanor complied. But as the spirit stood nearly seven feet, young Eleanor's head did not even reach her breasts. Nonetheless, she squeezed her tightly. Slowly, Eleanor reciprocated, wrapping her arms around that tall lean body. "Well, is this all you have to say? You're gonna make me figure it all out?" But the spirit then picked her up that they might look at one another face-to-face. Naturally, Eleanor wrapped her shapely bare legs around the spirit's torso and squeezed tightly.

And as this mysterious banshee held her up by her bottom, she squeezed her panty-clad buttocks tightly. For a brief moment, they kissed in silence before the spirit let her back down to the ground again.

"Why'd you kiss me?" asked Eleanor in a daze. "I... I don't believe it! You're much better at it than Barry Hawkins!"

But then the spirit put her long thin hands on Eleanor's shoulders and forced her to turn around, facing away from her. Then, she felt another squeeze and then a pinch on her bottom. "Well... everyone loves a good 'end'... ing!" she said as she slid a finger down the back of her panties and let her fingers caress the bare flesh of her buttocks. "Now remember, just because you HAVE one, doesn't mean you have to BE one!"

"Oooh gaaawwwd!" cried Eleanor as she broke out into tingling goose bums. "I'm... I'm wet! Don't stop! Please! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Yet the spirit stopped! Just as Eleanor began to tingle and throb in her panties, the spirit let flee a wicked chortle. "Ha-ha-h-ah..." she laughed as she slowly faded away. First the body vanished leaving only the leotard floating in mid air, along with the thick glasses, now with no face behind them. Then the leotard faded until the glasses fell to the floor, the only vestige of the Banshee of Christmas Future.

"Come back!" cried Eleanor as she fell to her knees in the penthouse. "Come back! Don't leave me up here!" Yet now all she could hear was the giggling girls behind her in Barry's company. And now she remained unseen all alone. Therefore, she reached out and picked up the heavy thick glasses. "Hmph. What does a ghost need with glasses anyway?" she mumbled. And out of curiosity, she put them on herself.

Yet when she looked back over to the couch where Barry and his consorts frolicked, in their place she saw the most hideous and demonic of creatures. Eleanor nearly screamed at their grotesque appearance. Yet when she removed the glasses, they looked their usual selves. And thus she dared to look once more through the glasses at them, yet their grotesque appearance that revealed their true nature nearly made her nauseous. And thus she looked around the suite for some way out that she may return to her own time.

Yet when she passed in front of a mirror on the wall, she paused to look at her distressed self. Nevertheless, she was still a cute thirteen-year-old with a beautiful body so revealed by her satin panties. However, something within drove her to don the glasses once more. Now, she did scream. For in the mirror she beheld a rotting corpse staring back at her. "Nooooo! Noooo! It's not me! It's not me! I don't look like that!" she cried out as she burst into tears of despair yet again. She took the glasses off. In anger, she shattered the mirror with a nearby wooden chair. "I'm not like that! Not anymore! It's not me! I've changed! I'm a new better person! It's not me! It's not meeeee...."

"...It's not me... It's not me ..." mumbled Eleanor as she pounded her pillow in her sleepy state. Yet all her thrashing on the bed awoke her. She opened her eyes to see the glow of dawn through the pink curtain. She looked around her room again, just to be sure she had returned to her own reality of the present time. The digital clock on her dresser glowed '7:29am.'

"I'm back! And I'm alive! It's Christmas morning!" she said aloud as she shook off her sleep. Suddenly, the clock rolled over to '7:30am' thus bringing the alarm radio on. Yet the music was not an expected traditional Christmas song. Instead, there came the singing...

"Come on people now, smile on your brother, Everybody get together, try to love one another right now!"

"Oh-mah-gawd!" gasped Eleanor. "It's... it's... the Youngbloods! Now I remember. Oh, this is freaky!" Yet she lay still for a moment as the song played. And she recalled her journey and all the instances she had fondled Bobbi. "But I'm alive! I'm so alive! And... so very horny and wet!" And thus she slid her hand down her panties and begin to rub briskly. But several seconds later, she kicked off her covers and panted and began to rub harder and faster. She soon bent her knees until she was on her back in a birthing position, rubbing and moaning furiously. Finally, she used her other hand to caress her body all over, eventually caressing her crack and fingering her own wet and warm love canal. But the visions in her head that kept her so aroused was that of Bobbi in her skirt... her panties and bra, and all the times she had caressed that bare flesh during her nocturnal travels. Yet when she recalled the time when Bobbi and Tina played 'doctor,' she passed the point of no return. She burst wide open in a supernova of an orgasm as she thrashed about on the bed.