Life—not to mention unlife—has always been a bit of a bore for me. I had spent many years admiring the monsters of my favorite movies, the Wolfman, the Creature of the Lake, and many others, and that admiration carried on past the grave. Oh, how I wished I could be like them, that when life ended, and the afterlife began, I was all too happy to try

Only to fail.
No one finds me scary! I may be made of ectoplasm, and I may be able to fly through walls, but everyone finds me too cute to be afraid of. Sure, I loved to scare by proxy, letting my two best friends in the world take pictures of children, running screaming through the night, but even then, existence began to lose its meaning. That is, of course, until HE showed up.

He was so strong, so ferocious, and, most importantly of all, so cute! All I wanted was just one picture, and I got it, too. But all things come to an end, and he left as quickly as he came into my unlife, and I was once again filled with boredom.
So, I left my haunt, traveling the world, looking for that blue blur that changed my reality forever. When I finally found him, I could not help but be a bit disappointed.

I flitted around the room this way and that, and I held up my picture of him, this werehog, this beast, but when I pulled the image away, all I saw was a small little rodent. It made me puff my cheeks in anger. How dare he lie to me about who he was? How am I supposed to love and admire such a beast, when there’s no beast for me to love?
I threw off his covers, ready to scare him to death so he may join me in my unending torment, but what I saw made my eyes go wide, and some ghostly discharge drools from my lips.

What was that… thing… poking out between his legs. So long and fleshy, but not soft and noodly like his arms and legs. I floated down and leaned in, getting a closer look at it. It looked so… so cute.
I reached up, poking the head with a finger. It twitched, and I squealed.

I caught myself, glancing over towards his face, but he sighed and scratched his chest, unaffected by my cry. I gulped, staring at the big thing again, this time noticing its own discharge right at the tip. I pressed my finger to it, taking a tiny bit of the real substance. I sniffed it, then I quickly licked it.

Something made me shudder from the taste, but grin from ear to ear. I flew up over this beautiful pole and opened my mouth wide, wrapping my lips around the member. Holding my hair back, I lowered myself, floating over him as I slid up and down along his shaft. I pulled free with a pop and grabbed the base, pressing my nose and face up against it, rubbing the warm thing before rolling my tongue out, pressing the cold, ethereal muscle up against it, making him shiver but get harder.

I had never been so in touch with the physical world before! Somehow, there’s a connection between me and this blue wonder.
He stirred under my slurping, and soon, his eyes fluttered open. With a gasp, he sat up, bending his knees in, trying to pull away. But, I phased through the bed, my ghostly bosoms poking out from the mattress. I gasped, releasing his cock, only to tilt my head and wrap my lips around the side, sucking as I pump up and down along him.
He groaned, his eyes rolling back, panting as he reached out to grab onto me, but his hands moved through me. I giggled as he stared at me with such confusion, but soon, he gripped the bedpost, pushing his hips forward.
I reoriented my head, letting him slip inside of me. He groaned out, loud and long, finally enjoying the feeling of my ectoplasm. I opened my mouth wide, my essence oozing out all over his shaft. He reached down, wrapping his hand around the length, and pumping himself. He panted, closing his eyes and rocking his hips. I blinked and watched, tilting my head a bit as I watched him. It’s quite fascinating… quite hot, to see him going at it. He’s actually pretty cute, too.
But suddenly, I gasped as hot and sticky goop shot out from his shaft and splatted onto my face! How could he touch me like that without my knowing? Could it just be that his life essence was enough to make me more tangible, even outside of my desire?
Well, whatever my desire was, it was surely increasing at that point. I pushed myself up, hovering over him a bit. I licked my lips, staring down at him with a manic glee upon my face. If getting shot all in my face was enough to get me that excited, imagine… if he came inside of me…?