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Browsing the internet was nothing like it used to be.
Nearly all of it had been quarantined off ever since the ‘infection’ had begun to rapidly spread.
Jeremy still couldn’t believe how fast they’d reacted…
Though, admittedly, there wasn’t much choice.
Not with an infection that spread through all the senses.
Smell, sight, touch, noise, even taste…
Nobody knew many specifics as a result, forced to act through drones and machinery that would transcribe visual information to text through the use of advanced visual algorithms.
Then, said details would be sent through a couple intermediaries, before someone isolated would read the translated text and relay it to the next.
Paranoid? Absolutely.
Necessary? Definitely.
Unfortunately, specific details were still kept sparse, as the full description was still contagious somehow.
Each bit of information was catalogued and handled on a single-word-at-a-time basis, by various teams.
Games, hobbies and free time were heavily encouraged, if only to ensure they didn’t remember enough words to be a ‘problem’.
Jeremy?
Well, he only had access to the word ‘Kitsune’.
Still, he supposed he was too distracted.
Hand moving back to rubbing his cock, he didn’t even pause, other hand moving to add some more lube from a nearby bottle.
On display was a short gif of a blushing Toriel, stripping her clothes off and dancing, body fully on display as she wiggled her breasts, before giving the viewer a long look at her plump behind.
This was one of over a couple hundred gifs, a small drop compared to the hundreds of thousands of pictures of lewd furry women.
Downloading his favourite furry images in time had been a stroke of luck.
Most of his online friends had, of course, not believed the internet could just disappear.
They’d still managed it…
Somehow.
One day, almost everyone had an internet connection…
The next, it was gone for good.
Like his friends, he’d almost delayed the download, since there’s only been one or two rumours of it beforehand, along with-
…Sketchy profile pictures.
Stifling a moan as he jerked his cock, both of his eyes casually looked at the watermark.
Ceroba.
…Wait, wasn’t Ceroba a Kitsun-
NGHHHHHHHH~
In a starting burst of bliss, he came on the spot, cum shooting out and hitting him directly in the face, yet his dick still felt just as sensitive.
Rubbing it tightly as it seemed to almost glow with need, his eyes were focused on the dancing Toriel, a weird urge to imitate her seeming to move into his mind.
Still, he resisted the urge, focused on the screen and rubbed onto his cock more and more desperately as it seemed to be harder and harder to grip by the second.
Yet, it seemed to only get more sensitive, even if he only seemed able to grab it less and less, a more audibly weird squelching sound noticeable as he finally managed to bring his attention away.
Looking at her soft, fluffy beige fingers, she noticed her new, dripping wet, needy vagina, thoughts starting to form amidst the shock before a burst of fluid shot out, pleasure flooding her form and diluting reasonable thought.
Her outfit had warped, evening slippers warped into long white boots with pink at the top, nightgown shifted to a long, white kimono with red trimmings.
Only now did she notice her muzzle as she took deep breaths, shaking slightly at what was going on, yet…
When her eyes made contact once more with the image, an idle glance at the name brought her out the chair, body moving on autopilot as it simply kicked to the side, mind shuddering in wet, dripping need.
She could feel two plump, perky breasts pressing tightly against the fabric, desperate for release, yet…
Instead of acting, she seemed stuck studying the gif for a few moments, finally deciding to at least give it a go.
For some reason, the only thought in her head, outside of the lust, need, fear and shock was…
How good it might feel…
Her movements started with a gentle sway, almost trying out her form and how good it felt in the air, hips from side to side before she reached for her kimono.
Unable to resist the urge, she pulled off the upper part as her two plump breasts gently jiggled in the open air, intense pleasure flooding her system as she let out a long, blissful moan.
That pleasure kept her busy as she felt the urge to turn around, as if to some viewer on the computer, the kimono fully taken off and thrown to the floor as she jiggled her rear.
Even slight, gentle movements caused her cheeks to clap together, each motion bringing enough bliss to encourage continued submission, only a few seconds in total as she felt close to an orgasm, tits dripping wet and vagina on the verge of pleasure…
In one fluid motion, that came to a sudden stop.
Shuddering in need, she could only watch as control of her body was taken away, boots pressing onto the floor firmly as she reached down and grabbed her kimono.
Within moments, she’d picked it up, put it back on as tightly as it’d been when she started, before walking back in front of the computer.
Once control of her body returned, she almost collapsed on the spot, intense arousal leaving little room for strength, shifting boots before swaying to the side in a surprising save.
This continued for a few moments, before she grabbed desperately at the sides of her kimono, opening it up as her two breasts dangled in the air, swaying as she tried to grab onto them.
Once more, her body resisted, shaking them towards an unseen viewer before turning around, body continuing to sway side to side, before throwing her kimono to the floor, and turning around.
Both of her asscheeks clapped together, struggled resistance meeting failure, as she desperately tried to get some form of relief.
Suddenly, both of her hands seemed free to grab onto both of them, eyes wide open and too shocked to properly take advantage of the few seconds of freedom, before they moved to her asscheeks, aiding her in showing off plump thighs and big behind.
Yet again it brought her right to the bring, shuddering in need before she once more picked the kimono up, shoved it on, and repeated.
Again and again it continued, movements needy, mind foggy amidst a lusty haze hidden amidst a sheer Ceroba-...
Squeezing her breasts, enjoying the bliss that brought her closer and closer to the edge, it was clear something was going Cerboa with her mind Ceroba.
…
Why did she keep thinking of Ceroba? Ceroba didn’t get Ceroba…it.
Clapping her asscheeks together as she swayed, she desperately squeezed her breasts in hopes of a bit of relief, letting out a soft moan as she tried to concentrate.
Swaying her body side to side yet again, she reached at the sides of the upper part of her kimono with her soft, beige paws.
In one fluid motion, the entire upper part was pulled off, large, plump breasts dangling out as they furiously jiggled in the open air.
Her whole body went into it, as the thought of trying to ‘outdo’ the dance, in hopes of an orgasm forced itself inside her head.
It didn’t make sense, Ceroba thought, yet-
…Why was she thinking of her name?
That didn’t make any sense, surely Ceroba wouldn’t be so-
What was she doing?...She…
Any words fled her mind in moments, her name shifted into simply…
Ceroba.
She-Ceroba was Ceroba so Ceroba Ceroba Ceroba
…C-Ceroba…
Only a few seconds of thought was left as she struggled, door opening as a neighbour moved inside, face filled with worry.
Desperate to let out a yell for help, or even a warning, each thought seemed to shift.
Why wcerobas she thinking of cerobceroba over ceroband over ceroabnd again?
Letter by letter, each became an entire word.
Ceroba.
Everytime she thought of words, each began to be replaced by Ceroba repeated over again.
‘What is going on I can’t stop thinking of Ceroba’
That thought repeated twice, warped in moments before it could manifest in her head.
‘WhCerobat is going on Ceroba Ceroban’t stop tCerobankCeroba oCeroba CerobaCerobacerobaceroba’
“CEROBA!!! CEROBA! CEROBA!!!”
She could only yell her name, body repeating the motions, kimono thrown to the floor as she danced, body edged relentlessly by submission, breasts bouncing and ass jiggling before being humiliatingly forced to walk to pick it up again as the process repeated.
Though, soon, there were no thoughts in there.
Every word in her dictionary had warped irreversibly after just a few more repeats of the dance.
Even the alphabet started to mix.
‘A’ was ‘Ceroba’.
Every word, letter, everything was Ceroba.
cerobacerobacerobaceroba
Infected by eyesight, sound and the needy smell, the new entrant stood no chance.
Struggle though he did, body trying to run out and away, if only to get the chance to warn someone…
The new needy Kitsune would shift before anyone else would notice.
People leaving their rooms only to see a dancing, needy, wet Kitsune, yelling her name over and over as she danced relentlessly.
Soon, inevitably, their bodies would join in the dancing, kimonos thrown to the side, picked up, asses and breasts jiggling individually, alone, yet in unison with all the others.
This, too, would spread - Cameras, police, beyond picking up and being infected in moments at the sight, sound and smell of what was assumed to just be a simple noise complaint.
Thousands of Cerobas’ would dance in the street before long, locked in blissful, pleasured need, submissive in their very words and thoughts to their unending dance.
Countless kimonos would be thrown to the side, bodies swayed, breasts jiggled and asses clapped to an audience of themselves.
Endless numbers of Cerobas’ would move swiftly, grabbing their kimono and tightly fastening it on, only to pull it down, and throw it off in their endless seductive dance.
Any form of quarantine was doomed to fail, surprising success reduced to nothing in face of something so blatantly public, with no warning at all.
By the dawn of the next week, there would only be the noise and soft, hidden moans of needy, blissed out pleasure.
Clapping of asscheeks and drops of need onto growing puddles on the floor.
Sounds of countless kimonos being thrown to the floor and picked up later.
Every mind was identical, the word ‘Ceroba’ had replaced every letter, word, expression and thought.
Years passed.
Vines grew, nature returned, yet they still continued to repeat their dancing, forms and fabric remaining perfectly intact, as if nothing had changed.
Nothing would.
As aeons passed, dancing with unending lust, beneath a dark, empty night sky, their motions never stopped for even a moment.
Some had noticed, inspecting the planet, though they too had succumbed.
All that remained of life in the galaxy were countless, utterly identical Ceroba’s, dancing relentlessly, as fresh and new as when they’d first succumbed.
They’d never stop.
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"writing": "Browsing the internet was nothing like it used to be.\n\n\nNearly all of it had been quarantined off ever since the ‘infection’ had begun to rapidly spread.\n\n\nJeremy still couldn’t believe how fast they’d reacted…\n\n\nThough, admittedly, there wasn’t much choice.\n\n\nNot with an infection that spread through all the senses.\n\n\nSmell, sight, touch, noise, even taste…\n\n\nNobody knew many specifics as a result, forced to act through drones and machinery that would transcribe visual information to text through the use of advanced visual algorithms.\n\n\nThen, said details would be sent through a couple intermediaries, before someone isolated would read the translated text and relay it to the next.\n\n\nParanoid? Absolutely.\n\n\nNecessary? Definitely.\n\n\nUnfortunately, specific details were still kept sparse, as the full description was still contagious somehow.\n\n\nEach bit of information was catalogued and handled on a single-word-at-a-time basis, by various teams.\n\n\nGames, hobbies and free time were heavily encouraged, if only to ensure they didn’t remember enough words to be a ‘problem’.\n\n\nJeremy? \n\n\nWell, he only had access to the word ‘Kitsune’.\n\n\nStill, he supposed he was too distracted.\n\n\nHand moving back to rubbing his cock, he didn’t even pause, other hand moving to add some more lube from a nearby bottle.\n\n\nOn display was a short gif of a blushing Toriel, stripping her clothes off and dancing, body fully on display as she wiggled her breasts, before giving the viewer a long look at her plump behind.\n\n\nThis was one of over a couple hundred gifs, a small drop compared to the hundreds of thousands of pictures of lewd furry women.\n\n\nDownloading his favourite furry images in time had been a stroke of luck.\n\n\nMost of his online friends had, of course, not believed the internet could just disappear.\n\n\nThey’d still managed it…\n\n\nSomehow.\n\n\nOne day, almost everyone had an internet connection…\n\n\nThe next, it was gone for good.\n\n\nLike his friends, he’d almost delayed the download, since there’s only been one or two rumours of it beforehand, along with-\n\n\n…Sketchy profile pictures.\n\n\nStifling a moan as he jerked his cock, both of his eyes casually looked at the watermark.\n\n\nCeroba.\n\n\n…Wait, wasn’t Ceroba a Kitsun-\n\n\nNGHHHHHHHH~\n\n\nIn a starting burst of bliss, he came on the spot, cum shooting out and hitting him directly in the face, yet his dick still felt just as sensitive.\n\n\nRubbing it tightly as it seemed to almost glow with need, his eyes were focused on the dancing Toriel, a weird urge to imitate her seeming to move into his mind.\n\n\nStill, he resisted the urge, focused on the screen and rubbed onto his cock more and more desperately as it seemed to be harder and harder to grip by the second.\n\n\nYet, it seemed to only get more sensitive, even if he only seemed able to grab it less and less, a more audibly weird squelching sound noticeable as he finally managed to bring his attention away.\n\n\nLooking at her soft, fluffy beige fingers, she noticed her new, dripping wet, needy vagina, thoughts starting to form amidst the shock before a burst of fluid shot out, pleasure flooding her form and diluting reasonable thought.\n\n\nHer outfit had warped, evening slippers warped into long white boots with pink at the top, nightgown shifted to a long, white kimono with red trimmings. \n\n\nOnly now did she notice her muzzle as she took deep breaths, shaking slightly at what was going on, yet…\n\n\nWhen her eyes made contact once more with the image, an idle glance at the name brought her out the chair, body moving on autopilot as it simply kicked to the side, mind shuddering in wet, dripping need.\n\n\nShe could feel two plump, perky breasts pressing tightly against the fabric, desperate for release, yet…\n\n\nInstead of acting, she seemed stuck studying the gif for a few moments, finally deciding to at least give it a go.\n\n\nFor some reason, the only thought in her head, outside of the lust, need, fear and shock was…\n\n\nHow good it might feel…\n\n\nHer movements started with a gentle sway, almost trying out her form and how good it felt in the air, hips from side to side before she reached for her kimono.\n\n\nUnable to resist the urge, she pulled off the upper part as her two plump breasts gently jiggled in the open air, intense pleasure flooding her system as she let out a long, blissful moan.\n\n\nThat pleasure kept her busy as she felt the urge to turn around, as if to some viewer on the computer, the kimono fully taken off and thrown to the floor as she jiggled her rear.\n\n\nEven slight, gentle movements caused her cheeks to clap together, each motion bringing enough bliss to encourage continued submission, only a few seconds in total as she felt close to an orgasm, tits dripping wet and vagina on the verge of pleasure…\n\n\nIn one fluid motion, that came to a sudden stop.\n\n\nShuddering in need, she could only watch as control of her body was taken away, boots pressing onto the floor firmly as she reached down and grabbed her kimono.\n\n\nWithin moments, she’d picked it up, put it back on as tightly as it’d been when she started, before walking back in front of the computer.\n\n\nOnce control of her body returned, she almost collapsed on the spot, intense arousal leaving little room for strength, shifting boots before swaying to the side in a surprising save.\n\n\nThis continued for a few moments, before she grabbed desperately at the sides of her kimono, opening it up as her two breasts dangled in the air, swaying as she tried to grab onto them.\n\n\nOnce more, her body resisted, shaking them towards an unseen viewer before turning around, body continuing to sway side to side, before throwing her kimono to the floor, and turning around.\n\n\nBoth of her asscheeks clapped together, struggled resistance meeting failure, as she desperately tried to get some form of relief.\n\n\nSuddenly, both of her hands seemed free to grab onto both of them, eyes wide open and too shocked to properly take advantage of the few seconds of freedom, before they moved to her asscheeks, aiding her in showing off plump thighs and big behind.\n\n\nYet again it brought her right to the bring, shuddering in need before she once more picked the kimono up, shoved it on, and repeated.\n\n\nAgain and again it continued, movements needy, mind foggy amidst a lusty haze hidden amidst a sheer Ceroba-...\n\n\nSqueezing her breasts, enjoying the bliss that brought her closer and closer to the edge, it was clear something was going Cerboa with her mind Ceroba.\n\n\n…\n\n\nWhy did she keep thinking of Ceroba? Ceroba didn’t get Ceroba…it.\n\n\nClapping her asscheeks together as she swayed, she desperately squeezed her breasts in hopes of a bit of relief, letting out a soft moan as she tried to concentrate.\n\n\nSwaying her body side to side yet again, she reached at the sides of the upper part of her kimono with her soft, beige paws. \n\n\nIn one fluid motion, the entire upper part was pulled off, large, plump breasts dangling out as they furiously jiggled in the open air.\n\n\nHer whole body went into it, as the thought of trying to ‘outdo’ the dance, in hopes of an orgasm forced itself inside her head.\n\n\nIt didn’t make sense, Ceroba thought, yet-\n\n\n…Why was she thinking of her name?\n\n\nThat didn’t make any sense, surely Ceroba wouldn’t be so-\n\n\nWhat was she doing?...She…\n\n\nAny words fled her mind in moments, her name shifted into simply…\n\n\nCeroba.\n\n\nShe-Ceroba was Ceroba so Ceroba Ceroba Ceroba\n\n\n…C-Ceroba…\n\n\nOnly a few seconds of thought was left as she struggled, door opening as a neighbour moved inside, face filled with worry.\n\n\nDesperate to let out a yell for help, or even a warning, each thought seemed to shift.\n\n\nWhy wcerobas she thinking of cerobceroba over ceroband over ceroabnd again?\n\n\nLetter by letter, each became an entire word.\n\n\nCeroba.\n\n\nEverytime she thought of words, each began to be replaced by Ceroba repeated over again.\n\n\n‘What is going on I can’t stop thinking of Ceroba’ \n\n\nThat thought repeated twice, warped in moments before it could manifest in her head.\n\n\n‘WhCerobat is going on Ceroba Ceroban’t stop tCerobankCeroba oCeroba CerobaCerobacerobaceroba’\n\n\n“CEROBA!!! CEROBA! CEROBA!!!”\n\n\nShe could only yell her name, body repeating the motions, kimono thrown to the floor as she danced, body edged relentlessly by submission, breasts bouncing and ass jiggling before being humiliatingly forced to walk to pick it up again as the process repeated.\n\n\nThough, soon, there were no thoughts in there.\n\n\nEvery word in her dictionary had warped irreversibly after just a few more repeats of the dance.\n\n\nEven the alphabet started to mix.\n\n\n‘A’ was ‘Ceroba’.\n\nEvery word, letter, everything was Ceroba.\n\n\ncerobacerobacerobaceroba\n\n\nInfected by eyesight, sound and the needy smell, the new entrant stood no chance.\n\n\nStruggle though he did, body trying to run out and away, if only to get the chance to warn someone…\n\n\nThe new needy Kitsune would shift before anyone else would notice.\n\n\nPeople leaving their rooms only to see a dancing, needy, wet Kitsune, yelling her name over and over as she danced relentlessly.\n\n\nSoon, inevitably, their bodies would join in the dancing, kimonos thrown to the side, picked up, asses and breasts jiggling individually, alone, yet in unison with all the others.\n\n\nThis, too, would spread - Cameras, police, beyond picking up and being infected in moments at the sight, sound and smell of what was assumed to just be a simple noise complaint.\n\n\nThousands of Cerobas’ would dance in the street before long, locked in blissful, pleasured need, submissive in their very words and thoughts to their unending dance.\n\n\nCountless kimonos would be thrown to the side, bodies swayed, breasts jiggled and asses clapped to an audience of themselves.\n\n\nEndless numbers of Cerobas’ would move swiftly, grabbing their kimono and tightly fastening it on, only to pull it down, and throw it off in their endless seductive dance.\n\n\nAny form of quarantine was doomed to fail, surprising success reduced to nothing in face of something so blatantly public, with no warning at all.\n\n\nBy the dawn of the next week, there would only be the noise and soft, hidden moans of needy, blissed out pleasure.\n\n\nClapping of asscheeks and drops of need onto growing puddles on the floor.\n\n\nSounds of countless kimonos being thrown to the floor and picked up later.\n\n\nEvery mind was identical, the word ‘Ceroba’ had replaced every letter, word, expression and thought.\n\n\nYears passed.\n\n\nVines grew, nature returned, yet they still continued to repeat their dancing, forms and fabric remaining perfectly intact, as if nothing had changed.\n\n\nNothing would.\n\n\nAs aeons passed, dancing with unending lust, beneath a dark, empty night sky, their motions never stopped for even a moment.\n\n\nSome had noticed, inspecting the planet, though they too had succumbed.\n\n\nAll that remained of life in the galaxy were countless, utterly identical Ceroba’s, dancing relentlessly, as fresh and new as when they’d first succumbed.\n\n\nThey’d never stop.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Browsing the internet was nothing like it used to be.
Nearly all of it had been quarantined off ever since the ‘infection’ had begun to rapidly spread.
Jeremy still couldn’t believe how fast they’d reacted…
Though, admittedly, there wasn’t much choice.
Not with an infection that spread through all the senses.
Smell, sight, touch, noise, even taste…
Nobody knew many specifics as a result, forced to act through drones and machinery that would transcribe visual information to text through the use of advanced visual algorithms.
Then, said details would be sent through a couple intermediaries, before someone isolated would read the translated text and relay it to the next.
Paranoid? Absolutely.
Necessary? Definitely.
Unfortunately, specific details were still kept sparse, as the full description was still contagious somehow.
Each bit of information was catalogued and handled on a single-word-at-a-time basis, by various teams.
Games, hobbies and free time were heavily encouraged, if only to ensure they didn’t remember enough words to be a ‘problem’.
Jeremy?
Well, he only had access to the word ‘Kitsune’.
Still, he supposed he was too distracted.
Hand moving back to rubbing his cock, he didn’t even pause, other hand moving to add some more lube from a nearby bottle.
On display was a short gif of a blushing Toriel, stripping her clothes off and dancing, body fully on display as she wiggled her breasts, before giving the viewer a long look at her plump behind.
This was one of over a couple hundred gifs, a small drop compared to the hundreds of thousands of pictures of lewd furry women.
Downloading his favourite furry images in time had been a stroke of luck.
Most of his online friends had, of course, not believed the internet could just disappear.
They’d still managed it…
Somehow.
One day, almost everyone had an internet connection…
The next, it was gone for good.
Like his friends, he’d almost delayed the download, since there’s only been one or two rumours of it beforehand, along with-
…Sketchy profile pictures.
Stifling a moan as he jerked his cock, both of his eyes casually looked at the watermark.
Ceroba.
…Wait, wasn’t Ceroba a Kitsun-
NGHHHHHHHH~
In a starting burst of bliss, he came on the spot, cum shooting out and hitting him directly in the face, yet his dick still felt just as sensitive.
Rubbing it tightly as it seemed to almost glow with need, his eyes were focused on the dancing Toriel, a weird urge to imitate her seeming to move into his mind.
Still, he resisted the urge, focused on the screen and rubbed onto his cock more and more desperately as it seemed to be harder and harder to grip by the second.
Yet, it seemed to only get more sensitive, even if he only seemed able to grab it less and less, a more audibly weird squelching sound noticeable as he finally managed to bring his attention away.
Looking at her soft, fluffy beige fingers, she noticed her new, dripping wet, needy vagina, thoughts starting to form amidst the shock before a burst of fluid shot out, pleasure flooding her form and diluting reasonable thought.
Her outfit had warped, evening slippers warped into long white boots with pink at the top, nightgown shifted to a long, white kimono with red trimmings.
Only now did she notice her muzzle as she took deep breaths, shaking slightly at what was going on, yet…
When her eyes made contact once more with the image, an idle glance at the name brought her out the chair, body moving on autopilot as it simply kicked to the side, mind shuddering in wet, dripping need.
She could feel two plump, perky breasts pressing tightly against the fabric, desperate for release, yet…
Instead of acting, she seemed stuck studying the gif for a few moments, finally deciding to at least give it a go.
For some reason, the only thought in her head, outside of the lust, need, fear and shock was…
How good it might feel…
Her movements started with a gentle sway, almost trying out her form and how good it felt in the air, hips from side to side before she reached for her kimono.
Unable to resist the urge, she pulled off the upper part as her two plump breasts gently jiggled in the open air, intense pleasure flooding her system as she let out a long, blissful moan.
That pleasure kept her busy as she felt the urge to turn around, as if to some viewer on the computer, the kimono fully taken off and thrown to the floor as she jiggled her rear.
Even slight, gentle movements caused her cheeks to clap together, each motion bringing enough bliss to encourage continued submission, only a few seconds in total as she felt close to an orgasm, tits dripping wet and vagina on the verge of pleasure…
In one fluid motion, that came to a sudden stop.
Shuddering in need, she could only watch as control of her body was taken away, boots pressing onto the floor firmly as she reached down and grabbed her kimono.
Within moments, she’d picked it up, put it back on as tightly as it’d been when she started, before walking back in front of the computer.
Once control of her body returned, she almost collapsed on the spot, intense arousal leaving little room for strength, shifting boots before swaying to the side in a surprising save.
This continued for a few moments, before she grabbed desperately at the sides of her kimono, opening it up as her two breasts dangled in the air, swaying as she tried to grab onto them.
Once more, her body resisted, shaking them towards an unseen viewer before turning around, body continuing to sway side to side, before throwing her kimono to the floor, and turning around.
Both of her asscheeks clapped together, struggled resistance meeting failure, as she desperately tried to get some form of relief.
Suddenly, both of her hands seemed free to grab onto both of them, eyes wide open and too shocked to properly take advantage of the few seconds of freedom, before they moved to her asscheeks, aiding her in showing off plump thighs and big behind.
Yet again it brought her right to the bring, shuddering in need before she once more picked the kimono up, shoved it on, and repeated.
Again and again it continued, movements needy, mind foggy amidst a lusty haze hidden amidst a sheer Ceroba-...
Squeezing her breasts, enjoying the bliss that brought her closer and closer to the edge, it was clear something was going Cerboa with her mind Ceroba.
…
Why did she keep thinking of Ceroba? Ceroba didn’t get Ceroba…it.
Clapping her asscheeks together as she swayed, she desperately squeezed her breasts in hopes of a bit of relief, letting out a soft moan as she tried to concentrate.
Swaying her body side to side yet again, she reached at the sides of the upper part of her kimono with her soft, beige paws.
In one fluid motion, the entire upper part was pulled off, large, plump breasts dangling out as they furiously jiggled in the open air.
Her whole body went into it, as the thought of trying to ‘outdo’ the dance, in hopes of an orgasm forced itself inside her head.
It didn’t make sense, Ceroba thought, yet-
…Why was she thinking of her name?
That didn’t make any sense, surely Ceroba wouldn’t be so-
What was she doing?...She…
Any words fled her mind in moments, her name shifted into simply…
Ceroba.
She-Ceroba was Ceroba so Ceroba Ceroba Ceroba
…C-Ceroba…
Only a few seconds of thought was left as she struggled, door opening as a neighbour moved inside, face filled with worry.
Desperate to let out a yell for help, or even a warning, each thought seemed to shift.
Why wcerobas she thinking of cerobceroba over ceroband over ceroabnd again?
Letter by letter, each became an entire word.
Ceroba.
Everytime she thought of words, each began to be replaced by Ceroba repeated over again.
‘What is going on I can’t stop thinking of Ceroba’
That thought repeated twice, warped in moments before it could manifest in her head.
‘WhCerobat is going on Ceroba Ceroban’t stop tCerobankCeroba oCeroba CerobaCerobacerobaceroba’
“CEROBA!!! CEROBA! CEROBA!!!”
She could only yell her name, body repeating the motions, kimono thrown to the floor as she danced, body edged relentlessly by submission, breasts bouncing and ass jiggling before being humiliatingly forced to walk to pick it up again as the process repeated.
Though, soon, there were no thoughts in there.
Every word in her dictionary had warped irreversibly after just a few more repeats of the dance.
Even the alphabet started to mix.
‘A’ was ‘Ceroba’.
Every word, letter, everything was Ceroba.
cerobacerobacerobaceroba
Infected by eyesight, sound and the needy smell, the new entrant stood no chance.
Struggle though he did, body trying to run out and away, if only to get the chance to warn someone…
The new needy Kitsune would shift before anyone else would notice.
People leaving their rooms only to see a dancing, needy, wet Kitsune, yelling her name over and over as she danced relentlessly.
Soon, inevitably, their bodies would join in the dancing, kimonos thrown to the side, picked up, asses and breasts jiggling individually, alone, yet in unison with all the others.
This, too, would spread - Cameras, police, beyond picking up and being infected in moments at the sight, sound and smell of what was assumed to just be a simple noise complaint.
Thousands of Cerobas’ would dance in the street before long, locked in blissful, pleasured need, submissive in their very words and thoughts to their unending dance.
Countless kimonos would be thrown to the side, bodies swayed, breasts jiggled and asses clapped to an audience of themselves.
Endless numbers of Cerobas’ would move swiftly, grabbing their kimono and tightly fastening it on, only to pull it down, and throw it off in their endless seductive dance.
Any form of quarantine was doomed to fail, surprising success reduced to nothing in face of something so blatantly public, with no warning at all.
By the dawn of the next week, there would only be the noise and soft, hidden moans of needy, blissed out pleasure.
Clapping of asscheeks and drops of need onto growing puddles on the floor.
Sounds of countless kimonos being thrown to the floor and picked up later.
Every mind was identical, the word ‘Ceroba’ had replaced every letter, word, expression and thought.
Years passed.
Vines grew, nature returned, yet they still continued to repeat their dancing, forms and fabric remaining perfectly intact, as if nothing had changed.
Nothing would.
As aeons passed, dancing with unending lust, beneath a dark, empty night sky, their motions never stopped for even a moment.
Some had noticed, inspecting the planet, though they too had succumbed.
All that remained of life in the galaxy were countless, utterly identical Ceroba’s, dancing relentlessly, as fresh and new as when they’d first succumbed.
They’d never stop.",
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