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Two stories in a row with Undertale stuff. That's a record for me.This idea from Thatguywholikesfood was super fun to write. Contagious ghost cum? What's gonna happen to the Earth now?
Go check out Thatguywholikesfood. His shit is so hot!

As always, share with your friends, drop a fave, and leave a comment. I love hearing from my fans.

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57400972/

", "writing": "Blook’d\n\nZephyr unlocked the door to his apartment and stumbled inside. His shirt was stained with grease from the accident that day; his fur was also caked with grease. His face showed world-weariness and a lack of sleep. Tossing his bag onto the hook by the door, he trudged through the hallway and into the kitchen, wanting something aside from the pitas he served ungrateful customers every day for hours at a time.\n\nZephyr checked the fridge to see how Maple was feeling today. The magnet was placed in the ‘he/him’ section of the gender categories. “Hey, man.” He called to the apartment, thinking that Maple would be in the living room playing Call of Duty again. To his surprise, they weren’t. Maple sat on the couch, watching one of those trash sitcoms on FBS. \n\n“Hey, dude,” Maple called, not even looking away from the screen. He was watching the screen intently. \n\n“No son of mine is going to be an artist. You don’t make money doing that trash. Now fixing cars, that’s true art.” The dad went on a long rant, explaining the ins and outs of transmissions and gear shifts, but it fell on deaf ears as the wife stood there with her arms crossed. “And don’t even get me started on those new Ford engines!” \n\n“Good, I won’t.” The wife stormed upstairs after her son. The canned laughter turned to “oooooh,” and the husband looked guilty. \n\n“I can’t believe you like that trash,” Zephyr said as he began rummaging through the fridge, looking for something that would give him instant gratification. Sadly, there were only ingredients and nothing he could pop into his mouth for immediate nourishment. \n\n“Hey, I know it’s bad.” Maple turned to face his Ferret roommate. “It embraces common stereotypes, there’s hardly anything original, and the jokes don’t even land half the time. But I maybe I like trash.” He flipped his blond half-part out of his face as he turned back to watch the consoling scene with Mom and the kid.\n\n“You like what you like,” Zephyr said as he pulled ingredients from the fridge. Two leftover chicken sausages, half a tomato, an onion starting to get slimy, and a chicken breast that had been thawed for a week. “You eat yet?”\n\n“Yeah, I had pizza with Mella.”\n\n“How’s she doing?” He began slicing the chicken breast into small pieces, still thinking about what he could do with them. \n\n“Oh, we're in a bit of a rough patch.” He muted the TV. The two finally hit a topic they could talk about. “He wants to start exploring more.” Oh no, here comes the long talk about his relationship, he thought. Zephyr continued to make his food while Maple ranted about how things were changing, something about a polycule, and how the guy Mella met was a real hunk. Zephyr popped some rice in the rice cooker and kept listening. “I can see what I can do, but,” he paused and wiped his eyes. “I need a moment.” Maple got up and speedily walked to his room, gently closing the door behind him, and started blasting some emo music.\n\n“I’m staying out of this one.” Zephyr was behind the times. Anthros, like him, usually didn’t need to worry about such things anyway. He took the phone out of his pocket and played his own music to drown out the pounding drum and bass from Maple’s music. He continued making his food in silence. “Ugh, I should have started the rice sooner.”\n\nLater, he had a large bowl of the veggie and rice concoction and brought it to his room. Setting it down on the desk, he ripped his work shirt off and tossed it into the bin, missing by only a few inches. His pants followed suit. Now naked in his room, he sat down to enjoy his creation and watch FurTube. \n\nZephyr always went to FurTube after a long day at work and wanted to relax. He enjoyed watching tech tubers and trying to understand all the tech lingo for himself. He had no idea what a snapdragon was or how many GB of RAM was good, but he could tell what was good and bad by skipping to the end for the ratings and reading the comments for those more technology-inclined than he. \n\nLately, he had fallen into the rabbit hole of conspiracy theories and secret cults. Zephyr wasn’t naïve and always enjoyed reading about what people fell for. However, he had learned something the other day that piqued his interest. A small channel, only 100 subs, of people worshipping Napstablook as an idol or some shit? Out of sheer curiosity, he subscribed and started watching the channel every week when they uploaded. It's too bad the channel was dead for eight years.\n\nThis week was different, though. There was a big cult debunker that was tackling it this month. “Ok, Cult Crackers! This week, we’re after these weirdos who worship Napstablook.” The horse played it up for the camera. “Now I know what you’re thinking, my crackers,” he pointed to the bottom of the screen with his hoof, “ ’Jamesy, that time bar is really short. What happened?’ Well, here’s the thing. I can’t find a single thing about them! All we know is that they worship that depressed ghost from Undertale like some kind of god. You know, that game from years and years ago that bombed? Nothing much else about it. And you know me. I won’t speculate; I only give facts and solid evidence.” Zephyr watched the rest of the video but only gained more interest. Maybe he could find more evidence! \n\nHours passed looking into this weird cult. He checked the usual sources first, and Reddit never led him astray. This time, though, there was only one thing to find. A subreddit for the Napstas. Posts and threads on how to deal with depression, empty pictures with subtitles like “I’m currently trying to take a good selfie, but what’s the point?” or “Currently hanging with my friends, haha. Jk don’t have any.” He spent hours diving into this subreddit with seemingly no content at all. He couldn’t spend too much time, and of course, he had to work the next day. He logged off and went to bed shortly after 2 AM.\n\n\n\n\nZephyr’s alarm went off the next morning. I'm a scary gargoyle on a tower that you made with plastic power. Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away. He sat there for a while and let the song play out. After it finished, he reached over the edge of his nest-bed to shut the alarm off and lay in bed looking at his phone. He knew it wasn’t a healthy habit, but he couldn’t help it. He noticed a Discord notification. Opening the app, the user was NapstaBlook01. “Ok, who is that?” He accepted the request and started talking to the dude. Luckily, he was online.\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nHi, stranger\n\nNapstablook01\nHi…\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nWhat’s up, man?\n\nNapstablook01\nNothing\nNothing is ever happening\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nOk…\nHaving a good day?\n\nNapstablook\nNo…\n\nGreat, it was a rando sending a stranger a friend request. \n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nSo, what do you want?\n\nNapstablook01\n…\n…\n…\nYou wanna join us?\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nWait…\nYou’re from that subreddit, aren’t you?\n\nNapstablook01\nYeah…\nSorry…\nI’ll add you to the chat then\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nWait, what?\n\nZephyr was added to a group chat. It was populated by eleven other people with nearly the same username as the first. \n\nNapstablook03\nOh\nAnother person\n\nNapstablook07\nHi FBM\nI don’t feel like typing out your whole name\nDon’t get mad at me\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nNo, you’re fine\nHi everyone\n\nNapstablook09\nWhy is a human interested in us?\nWe’re sad and depressing\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nWell, first, I’m a ferret.\nTwo, I found you on Reddit and I’m curious.\nWhy are all the pictures blank? Why are you all so depressed? What’s Undertale?\n\nNapstablook11\nYou have a lot to learn, Anthro.\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nWell, can it wait? I have to get to work.\n\nNapstablook04\nThat’s fine\nLeave us for something more important…\n\n“Oh geez.” Zephyr sighed, annoyed, as he got out of bed. “I have thirty minutes to get to work.” At least he had the weekend off. Grabbing a clean work shirt and pair of pants from the closet, he darted out the door. He didn’t see any sign of Maple, but he did notice that the magnet was moved to the she/her category today.\n\nZephyr barely made it in time. The Pita Palace was a local place in town that served the best Greek food in the county. It was notorious for being a drive-thru only and having an awful boss. If you were a minute late, you’d be written up without hesitation. If he learned anything about you that he didn’t like, he’d use it as an insult, whether it made sense or not. He was a good businessman, but his social skills needed serious work.\n\nZephyr barged in the door and scanned his finger on the time clock. “You were this close.” The boss's nasal voice rang behind him. An older human in his late 40s stood behind Zephyr, his arms crossed, his face in a sneer, and his thinning grey hair curled along the top, leaving a bald spot along the top. “But next time, it’s your last write-up, ferret.”\n\n“Yes, Bill.” Zephyr sighed as he walked to his station at the grill line. 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Every sausage, egg, and cheese breakfast pita, every breakfast bowl, and every pot of coffee that he had to brew fresh had to last only 10 minutes, or it had to be thrown out. All the while, Bill would stand there with his arms crossed, glaring at him. The only time he would help was when the cars started lining up around the building. Of course, it also came with insults and snarky remarks. “You’re so fucking slow.” “Why did I ever hire you?” “God, my son is faster than you!”\n\nZephyr still hadn’t forgotten about the deep fryer incident, though. He caught glimpses of the deep fryer, still out of order. He had forgotten to try to wash the stains out of his work shirt from yesterday. This left him with only one clean work shirt, and Bill was very strict about uniforms despite him only wearing stained white shirts and jeans.\n\nHowever, time seems to fly when you’re running your ass off, and before he knew it, 6 hours had passed. James had walked in for his shift and was starting to fill up the bins. Scraping the grill clean, Bill came up behind him. “Nice hustle, kid.” He pat Zephyr’s shoulder and walked into his office to gamble on online poker. \n\nZephyr clocked out and left for the day. His body was covered in sweat. He checked his phone while walking back. Only one DM from the Napsta group chat. \n\nNapstablook01\nWhen you get back, we can talk about stuff.\nIf you feel like it\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nSounds good. Give me twenty minutes or so\n\nZephyr couldn’t wait to get back home. There was something about meeting new friends he always liked. However, there was something mysterious here, and he was gonna dig it up, just like that Cult Cracker dude. He thought of what the group could really be all the way home.\n\nExcitedly bursting in through the door, he ran for his room, only to run into Maple, curled up in front of it. “Maple?” Her face was tucked in, hiding it from view. She was nearly naked, aside from an ill-fitting sports bra and panty. “You, uh, you all right?” He remembered checking the fridge that morning and remembered it was at she/her, as if the women’s clothing wasn’t a giveaway.\n\n“She dumped me for that bitch.” She wasn’t crying or sobbing, just curled up in a ball. “I don’t know what I did wrong.” \n\n“Well, maybe we can talk about it.” Zephyr offered. “If we can head into my room, you can lay on my bed, and we can talk about it. \n\n“Yeah,” she raised her head. Her eyes were red and cheeks stained with old tears. “I’d like that.” She shot up and hugged him, nuzzling into his grease-smelling fur. “You always know how to cheer me up, Zephyr.” He reached around Maple and opened the door. Carefully easing him into the room, he nudged him into her special bed. As a ferret, she couldn’t get used to a human bed, so she built a custom bed. 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He tried not to overwhelm them all with questions, as they kept dropping like flies, leaving him talking to Napstablook08 by the time he was nearing the end of questions.\n\nNapstablook08\nWe’re just a group of losers who feel the same way\nWe’ve found our influence brings others down as well\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nWhat do you mean by that?\n\nNapstablook08\nYou’ll see, I guess\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nAlright then\nBut what’s unique about you? What do you bring to the table that others don’t?\n\nNapstablook09\nOur taste in music. \n\nHe sent three files called Spooktune.mp3, Spookwave.mp3, and Ghouliday.mp3. Zephyr reached for his headphones and turned them on. Choosing the first, it was like something hit him. His mind went blank and there were no thoughts to bounce around it. The songs were so short, he played the next one. Something hot filled him. An all-consuming heat. Not wasting time, he played the last one and put it on a loop. Whatever these songs were doing to him, he liked it. The song filled his brain. His dick pulsed and grew harder and harder. \n\nZephyr knew what he had to do, and he didn’t care that Maple was right behind him either. Using both hands, he stroked his dick like he never had before. His dick was throbbing, pulsing, begging for action. He shot some spit onto his hands for lubrication and kept at it. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” He bit his lip, keeping quiet for Maple. Ferret’s never lasted long, but they had stamina going for them. Zephyr carelessly shot ropes of cum onto his computer screen, the thick goop seeping into his keyboard. He wasn’t satisfied though; his dick was still demanding his attention. Lubing up again, he feverishly stroked until he came again, shooting more cum onto his desk and computer hardware. This continued deep into the night, losing count of how many times he blew his load.\n\nLater that night, Maple arose from the nest and looked around her. She didn’t remember coming in here, the last few hours were a blur. Carefully stepping out of the nest, she saw Zephyr’s outline against the barely lit computer screens. His head was leaning forward against his body, headphones still on. “You fall asleep at your computer again? Bill works you too hard, man.” She gently grabbed his shoulder. “Wake up, Zeph. Let’s get some food.” Zephyr didn’t move though, still fast asleep. “Zeph?” Maple rotated the chair and jumped back in fright. Zephyr’s eyes were a ghostly black with a singular white pupil, mouth agape with drool slowly spilling over his fur. “Zeph! ZEPH!” She shook him violently.\n\nZeph started to show signs of awareness. He blinked his eyes returning to their usual red and white. “Ugh? What?” Zephyr braced his head with his hands, waking up from a long nap. The headphones fell off. “Maple, what are you doing?” He reached for her arms and brushed them aside. “I was sleeping, man.”\n\n“Oh…” Maple reached across her body and rubbed her arm nervously. “Do you always look like you’re possessed when you sleep?”\n\n“What?” Zephyr asked, genuinely confused. A pungent smell was in the air. “Wait, what is that smell?” He knew what it was, but he didn’t want to admit it. Rotating in his chair, he saw his computer and desk covered with ropes of cum, like someone spilled a bucket full of hot, husky seed all over it. \n\n“Whoa.” A tent was immediately pitched in Maple’s panties. “You must have been pent up.”\n\n“I, don’t remember doing that.” He held his head, hoping to find the answer. “I uh…”\n\n“It’s fine, Zeph,” Maple said confidently. “I’ve covered my screen with cum a few times too.”\n\n“Just let me clean this up. It’s pizza night, after all.”\n\n“Yeah, I’ll phone it in.” Maple left the room, mumbling about what they should order this week. \n\n“I don’t remember doing this,” Zephyr repeated to himself as he cleaned up his desk. It would smell like this for a long time. “The music still played through his headphones as he walked out of his room.\n\n\n\n\n“We need you over here now; that damn fair that’s in town is flooding the place.”\n\n“But it’s my day off, Bill,” Zephyr replied over the phone. “Besides, I’m gonna get overtime if I’m in there for any longer.”\n\n“I don’t care, fuzz face, just get over here!” A dial tone. Zephyr sighed and started packing things up. He searched for a clean work shirt, the one he had left that wasn’t covered in grease stains. He couldn’t help but gripe. “I don’t understand him,” he mumbled to himself, “he gives me a hard time, tells me ‘good hustle’ at the end of my shift, then starts yelling at me the next day. Really needs to fuckin’ decide what he wants.”\n\nSpeedwalking down the sidewalk, he watched all the extra cars. This town was never this busy on a regular day. The main roads were filled to the brim with sedans, soccer mom minivans, and even a few food trucks that didn’t make it to the fair on time. This was gonna be a busy day for sure. He knew that deep down, something was gonna happen. What, he didn’t know. Something was all his gut was telling him.\n\n\n“’bout damn time!” Bill shouted as Zephyr ran through the employee entrance. “We’re getting flooded!”\n\n“I can see that, Bill. I almost got run over by one of the cars in line.” He didn’t want to be here in the first place, and the first interaction with him was being yelled at? Great. Zephyr clocked in, grabbed a headset, and hopped on the line. James was manning the window while Bill was working the line. Tickets were backed up, and the order screen was filled out five pages over. \n\n“Ok, you start on the fried shit, and I’ll work on assembling these fuckers.” Luckily, the fryer had been fixed overnight, so it was up and running as usual. Looking at the screen by the fryer, it was no better. Pages and pages of orders for chicken tenders. Food for the kids who didn’t want to try a gyro, shawarma, or any of the other pitas that were unfamiliar to them. \n\nHe couldn’t help but be nervous as he dumped order after order of tenders into the fryer. It wasn’t his fault that the hot oil splashed him. The filter was clogged, and a huge air bubble formed. That didn’t stop Bill, though, no, no. Zephyr got written up for something he didn’t do again and was put on last warning. Whatever, though, he needed this job. Order after order of tendies and fries. Bill assembled the other food, snagging a few tenders here and there for a fried chicken pita, chicken caesar pita, or any item that called for a tender or two. This, however, was a pain in the ass. Bill never once called, “drop four tenders” or something of the like, as was proper etiquette for the grill line when you needed food from another station. He just took as he pleased. \n\n“Can’t they just go to the food trucks?” Zephyr said to himself.\n\n“We’re better than any damn food truck.” Bill turned his head and replied, “Don’t slow down furball.” And slow down, he did not. Zephyr couldn’t count the number of times he had to run to the walk-in to get more bags of tenders and fries. At some point, Zephyr realized he should cook a few orders ahead of time. If he’s going through them this fast, it’s foolish to keep frying them as they were needed. Thinking he was pretty smug, he dumped five extra orders worth of tenders into the basket and lowered them into the oil. The sizzle cut through the chaos of the kitchen. Bill paused and turned, looking at Zephyr, but turned his head, dismissing what he had heard. \n\n“I need three tenders, stat!” Bill reached back with a gloved hand. \n\n“Just dropped some, Bill. Comin’ in three minutes.”\n\n“That’s not good enough. Gotta be faster than that.” \n\nSuddenly, Zephyr’s shoes got hot. Really hot! “YOW!” Zephyr let out a loud, unfiltered primal scream. Bill turned around, a vein on his forehead bursting at the seams. Oil was leaking over the fryer and onto the floor, sending sizzling hot lava onto the floor. Zephyr didn’t process what Bill was shouting; he was too busy with the pain of his melting work shoes. He ran back into the walk-in freezer, with Bill shouting his name. Curled into a ball, he sat on the freezer floor, seething in pain. Holes were burned into his shoes, and hot oil was sticking to his paws. He didn’t know why he ran into the freezer. To escape? Maybe the below-freezing temperatures would combat the burning sensation on his feet? He didn’t care; he needed to get away. \n\n“I knew something would happen today. I just knew it.” He started to cry. Working a minimum wage job for a boss who clearly hated him, having to walk in blistering heat, stinging cold, and never having a holiday off. Zephyr couldn’t take it anymore.\n\n“Zephyr!” Bill’s booming voice echoed through the small restaurant. “Zephyr, where the hell are you?!” If he were a troll, he’d be stomping. The freezer door opened, and Zephyr prepared for the worst. “The hell are you doing?” Bill asked in the most condescending, ‘I only expect one answer’ sort of tone.\n\n“I can’t take it anymore.” Zephyr mewled weakly. “I can’t take this job anymore.”\n\n“Good, you’re fired anyway!” Bill grabbed Zephyr by the shirt collar and looked him dead in the eyes. “Don’t ever come back.” He dragged Zephyr to the employee entrance and left him there. “You have two minutes to get out. And don’t forget to clock out!” He turned around, not bothering to look back. Unlike Bill, Zephyr showed some decorum. He punched out and left as quietly as possible.\n\nThis was the worst day of his life. Not even to mention the most painful one. The half-hour walk back took twice as long now that his paws had first-degree burns, bordering on the second-degree. The moment Zephyr got home, he sought out some burn ointment, treated his wounds, and told Maple about his horrible day.\n\n“And he fucking threw you out without medical attention?!” Maple was understandably furious. “That can’t be legal!” \n\n“I’m sure someone would find a loophole and get him in trouble, but,” Zephyr paused to sigh, “I don’t care.” He obviously did care. How was he going to afford rent? How about food? This wasn’t the first time he had been on damage control for losing a job, but this one came with physical injuries. “I’m just happy to be done with him.” He wrapped his burns in the bathroom after dressing them appropriately. “I need a day or two before getting back to job hunting. Is that ok?” He looked at Maple, who was still furious about the situation.\n\n“Oh, of course.” Maple grabbed Zephyr’s shoulders. “You take as many days as you need. You can’t be walking with your feet like that.” Maple pulled Zephyr into his room and helped him strip. “You need a snuggle.” Maple stripped off his boxers while Zephyr took off his greasy uniform. It wasn’t the first time Maple had seen his dick. But as a ferret, it wasn’t like there was much to see. “Get in there, mister.” Maple shoved him into his nest. Zephyr didn’t really do much at all. He allowed Maple to push him around. Maple crawled in front of him as a little spoon. “You can snuggle me however long it takes. Zephyr wasn’t going to complain. He wrapped his arms around Maple, and the two stayed together for a good while. He didn’t notice when Maple got out of bed because he fell asleep.\n\n\n\n\nZephyr rose from the nest, his head foggy from oversleeping. It seemed that his body needed the rest from all the months of stress with his job. His phone was still in his pants, and he dug it out. “2 am? Whoa…” He had slept for thirteen hours. “Everything’s out of whack now.” He fell into his nest, arms splayed as he stared at the ceiling. “What now?” Ideas raced through his head. Should he find another job in food service? “No, not again.” He’d been working in food service for a long time. It was time for something new. “Should I try Sales? I don’t know, how about a hotel desk attendant?” His stomach growled furiously, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since yesterday, in the literal sense.\n\nZephyr walked out into the living room, still naked and furry as could be. Maple was playing Call of Duty but heard the footsteps. “Zeph.” He paused the campaign and turned around, “How are you doing, buddy?”\n\n“I don’t know.” Zephyr shuffled into the kitchen, seeking nourishment. He opened the fridge and found some leftover pizza from two days ago. Reaching for the box, he continued his conversation. “I’m still processing this whole thing. I mean, as you said, I could probably pursue legal action, but I can’t afford it. Even then, I don’t want to go through that hassle. I’m just happy to be done.” He ripped off a slice of the massive, twenty-inch, cold, deluxe Hawaiian pizza. “I’m thinking something new.” He took a bite and asked, “Any ideas?”\n\nMaple stood upright and looked at him thoughtfully. Placing a hand on his chin, he followed it up with, “Hmm…” Then, he had an idea. “Vending Machines.”\n\n“What?” That was not at all what he expected.\n\n“Imagine this.” Maple stood up, holding his arms wide. “You get a vending machine online. You get it all fixed up, get permission to put it somewhere, and constantly keep it full. Use that money to buy another one, and repeat. You’ll have a fleet of vending machines that you can rake in thousands from every month!”\n\n“Ok.” Zephyr dropped the pizza back in the box. “One: I don’t have a truck to haul a vending machine. Two: I don’t have the money to get one, not even to mention repair it. Three: how am I going to afford all the stuff to fill it up with?”\n\n“Look it up. It’s a booming business!” Maple pulled out his phone from inside his boxers and continued. Zephyr made a disgusted face. “When I worked at that factory, you know the one, there was one guy that owned that militia of vending machines. Not Bepsi Co, not Koka Cola Co, one regular ass guy. He came in every week and filled things up!” He shoved his phone into Zephyr’s face, showing him a YouTube video short of how much money someone made off one vending machine left at a middle-of-nowhere rest stop. \n\nZephyr pushed the phone away with one finger. “I get the idea.” He sighed and grabbed two slices of pizza from the box, as well as his partially eaten one. “I want some time to think and take that break.” He walked down the hall again and paused while in his doorway. “Thanks for the idea, man. I appreciate it.” He walked in and closed the door behind him.\n\nZephyr sat down at his desk and popped on his headphones. He wanted to shut the world out. The world came knocking anyway.\n\nNapstablook01\nSorry…\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nI’ve had a rough day. What do you suggest for that?\n\nNapstablook11\nSome music and sulking\nTell us what happened.\nI mean, if you want\n\nThey sent over a file that he hadn’t seen before. A whole zip folder with remix after remix of the previous three songs. Zephyr unzipped them and let his mind go blank as they played. His head emptied of all negative thoughts as he told them about the incident. Peace had returned to him, and with all those seemingly endless remixes, he had what he needed to relax. \n\nNapstablook09\nThat’s awful\n\nNapstablook04\nHe should really learn how to treat people.\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nNo, guys, it’s fine\nI mean, it’s not my problem anymore.\nI’ll find a job at some point.\nI always do\n\nZephyr spoke with the Napstas all morning, all afternoon, and into the evening. They gave him that sense of comradery that he hadn’t been able to find since graduating high school. Not even Maple could provide that due to him being so needy all the time. Occasionally, he’d get the sudden urge to furiously masturbate, so he would. His cum had already covered his keyboard, computer screen, and the carpet in front of and below his desk. He chose not to do anything about it, though; what was the point? After jerking off for the third time that day, he leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. “I like this music.” His voice was flat and low. The musk of ferret cum filled the room like a miasma. “Maybe I’ll make this break a week long.” Before he knew it, he fell asleep in the chair, listening to the remixes.\n\nWaking up a few hours later, Zephyr felt different. Perhaps because he accepted what happened and was moving on, the music relaxed him like ASMR. He didn’t know, nor did he wish to seek the answer. Getting back to where he left off, he hopped back onto Discord and joined the group chat again.\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nHey guys \n\nNapstablook05\nHi Zephyr\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nThanks for the music\nIt’s been really helping me relax.\nI fell asleep listening to it, and it was great.\nI guess\n\nNapstablook06\nWait\nYou did what?\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nI fell asleep with it on\n\nNapstablook06\nBe careful\nOur music can change you.\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nVery funny\nThe power of music\n\nNapstablook02\nOk\n\nThey continued to chat about things while Zephyr played Cult of the Lamb. He would pause, of course, to satisfy that urge to jerk off from time to time. They even wanted to watch while he played. But something was different. Where Zephyr was once compassionate to his followers, he found himself not caring as much anymore. He got requests from the Napstas for what to do with their requests, what clothes to give them, and whether or not to perform the rituals. Zephyr found himself agreeing with them more and more. Ignore their requests, feed them only Grassy Gruel, and let them take care of everything themselves. “Yeah, sounds good.” And all the while, the remixes were playing through his headphones. \n\nZephyr had to get up after a while; a guy’s gotta eat.\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nHang on guys\nGotta eat\n\nNapstaBlook06\nWish I could eat\n\nNapstablook01\nBeen years since I ate\n\nZephyr got up and walked back out to the kitchen, not realizing that he was still completely naked. “Hey, Maple.” Maple turned but looked around. He shrugged and returned to his gaming. Well, that was rude. But he didn’t really care. In fact, he hasn’t really cared about much of anything lately. Zephyr had stayed in his room for two days now, only coming out to use the bathroom. He came out to get some food, but he wasn’t really hungry. Instead, he grabbed some granola bars from the pantry and headed back to his room.\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nBack\n\nNapstablook03\nWhat other games have you got?\n\nZephyr showed his entire library of Steam games. Like every other gamer in the universe, he had a huge library but had only played about 20% of them. \n\nNapstablook07\nWhat’s Rain World?\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nLet’s find out\n\nIt was more difficult than they thought it would be. The intro even brought a tear to the Napstas’ hearts. Zephyr couldn’t count how many times he died. Rain, creatures, lack of food, rain… rain…\n\nFerretBlasterMaster\nThis is hard\n\nMore days passed in a flash. Zephyr tried more games from his library while the Napstas watched; his desk became more sticky, and his room became a foul-smelling sauna. The miasma took physical form, coating everything in a light, moist coating of cum. He couldn’t walk around or touch anything in his room without it being as sticky as a cinema’s floor after months of not being adequately cleaned. At some point, he stopped getting up for bathroom breaks as well. Little did he know, there was more afoot.\n\nZephyr was sitting at his desk, as he had been for several days now. His fur was caked in cum stains, and underneath him, puddles and piles of shit were spilling from underneath his rear, over his chair, and onto the floor. His desk had a thick coating of cum over all of it now. At this point, he had opted to hop on call while playing, and they could remain in chat. “Oh look, guys,” He said in a low, monotone voice. “It’s him.”\n\nIt turns out that Zephyr owned Undertale! All this time, it was in his backlog. The Napstas were excited to watch him play. He just met Napstablook and was about to fight him. “I don’t wanna fight him.”\n\nNapstablook03\nThen spare him\n\nNapstablook07\nYou can’t kill him anyway.\n\n“Ok.” Zephyr went through the fight, slashing but failing to do any damage since he’s a ghost. Then, he just went away. “Was that supposed to happen?”\n\nNapstablook01\nYeah\n\n“Well…” Zephyr paused the game. “I’ll be back.” He didn’t have an excuse; he simply got up, with some difficulty due to the caked shit holding him to his chair, and left the room. The only other space in the house where you could get privacy was the bathroom. Quickly running across the hall, he ran inside and locked the door. His headphones still played his music. They had been practically glued to his head for the last few days, playing the same playlist on repeat.\n\nStanding in the bathroom, he felt empty. He finally saw what the group had idolized, and he was no better than a throwaway boss. “That wasn’t worth my time.” Suddenly, he felt it again: that urge. That wave of heat that washed over him so often nowadays. “Oh fuck yeah.” He was already naked, so nothing was stopping him. Standing in front of the standing tub, he reached down for his dick and began stroking. He was in a lit room for the first time in days, and he noticed something. Not the fact that his ass was covered in shit or his fur was caked with cum stains. “Does my dick look bigger?” \n\nIt was true, his dick was bigger. All of that masturbation had caused his dick to stretch and swell a few inches. “Oh man!” Now, he really had to enjoy it. Using both hands, he stroked and stroked. Reaching under the sink, he pulled out the bottle of lube that the two agreed to save for any ‘lucky nights’ they might have with the ladies. Applying a liberal amount, the sloshing sound of a shaft being stroked with lube echoed in the bathroom. Reaching up to his headphones, he set the current song to repeat; it was his favorite one. \n\nLoad after load, spooge after spooge, fresh applications of lube. Unlike the previous times, he jacked off onto his desk; this session felt different, better like all of his worries were leaving his body with each spurt of baby batter. With every climax, a little color left his body. Starting from his head and oozing down his body, his fur flattened and faded into the whiteness. His ears remained where they were but still ghostly white. The headphones remained untouched, conforming to his body. Another spooge, more whiteness. Zephyr did not notice at all. He was too lost in his own world of pleasure to see that his body was losing its fur and turning a ghostly white. “More! Give me another!” \n\nHis seemingly endless supply of cum filled the bathtub, now half full. Zephyr continued on, basking in the afterglow of each climax as he feverishly stroked his cock for another burst of stimulus. The reverb and beats from the remix echoed in his head, leaving only one thought in his head. “Cum. Cum. Cum.” \n\nAs the whiteness reached his lower body, it began to take over his dick, and that’s when the real fun began. The sudden spike in sensitivity nearly floored Zephyr, but he stood his ground, enjoying stroking his throbbing dick more and more. In fact, he was cumming faster now; nearly every minute, he shot a hot load into the tub. Soon, his legs were engulfed in the whiteness down to his ankles. This last load was building in his dick; he could feel it. He stroked so fast it would have to be clocked on a speed gun. \n\nBefore his eyes, his dick grew, rocketing in size. It was as long as his torso! A throbbing red glans oozing with precum oozing like honey and a ginormous, veiny, white shaft he could wrap his arm around. His balls were as heavy as melons! “It’s cumming! I’M GONNA CUM!” The dam burst. Ghostly white cum flew from his dick like a railgun, sending what cum was in the tub crashing like a wave in the ocean. The splash sent cum pouring over the side and splashing the walls on the other.\n\nZephyr’s legs began to shrink into his body. So did his arms! He fell over, crashing to the floor. Zephyr was too lost in the intense afterglow to notice, panting like a dog in the summer heat. He just got a monstrous dick, and the euphoria flowing through him was so powerful he could barely open his eyes. If he could, he’d notice that they had lost their red color and turned completely black with broad white pupils. As his limbs disappeared into his body, he felt light. Free. \n\n“Zeph?!?!” Maple banged on the door. “Zeph, you ok?!” Zeph was lost in his music and did not hear the pounding. Maple opened the door using the emergency key. He barged in and found no one there. The bathroom smelled of cum and musk but not a soul. “Zeph?” He looked around one more time and closed the door. Doors opened and closed as Maple started looking throughout the house. \n\nZephyr held his position on the floor, all energy drained. His dick maintained a flaccid but still monstrous size. A shower, not a grower. Everything had yet to sink in, all the changes to his body. “I think I’ve kept them waiting enough.” Zephyr rose from the floor but couldn’t feel the tile beneath him, or anything for that matter. “Huh?” He looked down and saw it all. His ghostly white body with a tan tint, his gigantic flaccid dick, and his lack of appendages. “Oh no… On no, no, no, no, no!” Frantic, he twisted his head around to look at his small, bubbly butt. Two small lumps where his previously flat booty had been. Not a trace of the caked-on shit remained. “Nononononono!” Zephyr zoomed towards the door expecting to barrel through it, but instead, he phased right through with a *whoom* sound. “What have I done!?”\n\nPhasing through his bedroom door, he got a good look at the state of it. Every surface had a sheen to it: his bed, the floor, the walls, even the shelves and mini figures. The smell was abhorrent. How did he not notice what he was doing? His dick slowly erected, becoming hard as a rock and standing at a perfect ninety-degree angle with his body. Precum began to ooze from it once more like honey from a stirrer. “I gotta ask the guys.” Zephyr sped toward his computer desk, which was no better than the rest of his room. Phasing through his chair, he hovered above the shit-covered chair and unmuted the mic somehow.\n\n“Guys, I have a problem!”\n\nNapstablook01\nWhat’s wrong?\n\nNapstablook07\nYou were gone for a while\nWe thought you fell in.\n\n“Haha, very funny.” Zephyr was in no mood for jokes. “Look, I’m gonna hop on cam, and you tell me what’s wrong here.” He didn’t know how he was pressing his keyboard, but he somehow turned on the camera. What awaited the Napstas was an empty room with no one in front of the computer. “Wait, why can’t I see anything?” His inward-facing camera showed baffled him. “Guys, I’m not there!”\n\nThe Napstas turned on their cameras. The same scene met him: empty rooms and unoccupied computer chairs. “Ok, what happened?” Napstablook01 asked in a dull, uninterested voice.\n\n“Ok, I ran off for a bathroom break.” Zephyr wasn’t completely lying. “Then I got this urge to jerk off, so I did. And I just kept going and going. I saw my dick get huge, and I collapsed.” \n\n“Did anyone see you?” Another Napsta asked.\n\n“No.” He didn’t mention that Maple came in and checked.\n\n“Ok, how long have you been listening to that music?” Another Napsta asked urgently, but still in a monotone voice.\n\n“I probably haven’t taken these headphones off since I got fired.” Zephyr looked at the time on his screen. Five days had passed. \n\n“Then it’s worse than we thought,” a Napsta replied. “You’re one step away from becoming like us.” They all appeared on their cameras. It was surreal. Several of the same ghosts popped in one at a time. They all looked like Napstablook! “If you aren’t careful, you could be next.”\n\n“But what do I do?”\n\n“OK, listen carefully.”\n\n\n\nMaple barged into the bathroom shortly after hearing a voice shouting inside. “Zeph?!” The door was still unlocked from before, but there was still no one. The place reeked of musk and sex. “Oh wow.” A dense fog hung in the air, and Maple took it all in. “What happened in here?” His head was becoming as foggy as the bathroom. “That smell is amazing.” He held his nose up like a cartoon, searching for a fresh baked pie. “Where is it coming from.”\n\nIt was a short search. Maple reached the tub and gazed at it in amazement. “Holy shit.” He took a deep whiff. “It’s this bath water.” The thick, creamy liquid inside it was calm, practically calling him. “What’s that?” He held an ear to it while taking more deep whiffs. “Take a bath? Why, I’d love to.” Whipping off his clothes, he gazed into it one last time. “Whatever bath bomb or bubble bath Zeph used for this water, I gotta get some for myself.” He stepped in, the thick, practically gelatinous substance covering his leg immediately. His leg looked white as a ghost. “Whooooooa.” Maple quickly submerged his body the rest of the way.\n\nThere were few words that could properly describe how he felt. Blissful, light, but most importantly: horny. The moment the cum hit his dick, it shot up like a dog hearing a car coming down the drive. “Oh man, that’s a bad one. Guess I have no choice,” Maple said in an ‘I’m so naughty’ sort of tone. He had never felt such pleasure from his dick. He had to use two hands just to satisfy himself. He could have sworn he was getting bigger, too! The splashing sound of the thick cum bouncing around the bathroom filled his ears. On top of that, his chest was feeling heavier and heavier. “Fuck yeah! Zeph found the good stuff.” \n\nMaple watched his dick grow before his eyes, believing he was hallucinating. His skin was pure white from the bath water as well. Suddenly, his view of his dick was blocked. “Wha?” Pressing his chin into his collarbone, he saw what it was. “NO WAY!” Tits. Big, fat, bulbous tits sat on his chest. “Now I know I’m hallucinating.” Maple reached for the breasts jutting from his body. Squishing them in his hands, they felt like soft, fluffy marshmallows. Not a nipple in sight though. Just round balls sticking out of his body. One hand on his dick and the other on his breast, he pleasured himself like never before. Forget being gender fluid; he was both now!\n\nThe buildup in his dick was too much, and he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuck, here it comes. I’m sorry, Zeph, I’m cumming in your bath water!” His dick inflated three sizes, filling like a balloon, and his testicles did the same, forcing the bathwater up to his nose. Drinking some of the water, he couldn’t help but drink more. It was salty, but also had a grassy note to it. “Enough edging, I’m gonna blow!”\n\nMaple’s dick was like a fountain, spewing a jet of cum up to the wall, showering his pure white sum onto himself, filling the tub, and all over the bathroom floor. It was like a water park. Maple moaned and screamed in pleasure, swallowing more of the cum, getting off on his own supply as the tub filled up. He was too lost in the euphoria to see that his limbs were shriveling away. It was mere seconds before he was no better than Zephyr, his green eyes transitioned to black and white, limbless, his massive tits acting as floaters in the tub full of cum.\n\n\n\n\n“Ok, you understand?” Napstablook01 asked.\n\n“Yeah, it all makes sense now.” They had explained the ins and outs. What to do and not to do, how to not fall further, and how to keep others from becoming like him. \n\n“And whatever you do, cut your listening to that music. We shouldn’t have sent you those files in the first place.”\n\n“Sorry,” Napstablook09 said meekly.\n\n“Anyway, we’re here if you need help.”\n\n“Thanks, guys.” Zephyr dove into his settings quickly and changed his username. “I’ll be the best Napstablook I can be.” It now read Napstablook13. He was out of his depressive state and looking at things with a new perspective. \n\n“Go take care of that cum now.” Napstablook01 said. “Our cum does stuff to people, but you live alone, like we all do.”\n\nZephyr froze, not like they could see him anyway. He had never told them about Maple, and that tub was still full after a few hours of them telling him what to do. “Oh yeah,” he hesitated, “not an issue here. See ya.” He abruptly closed Discord. “Oh no.” He zoomed through the bedroom door and into the bathroom.\n\nIt was messier than when he left it. Did he cum so much that he spilled all over the floor? What about the ceiling? “Did I really spooge that much?” As he approached he saw that the tub was empty. “Not good.” Maybe the plug couldn’t take the pressure, and it drained. That had to have been it. He reached the edge, and his worst fears were realized. It was empty, but there was a yellow tinted ghost inside of it, sitting inside of the drained tub. The huge dicked, and melon-sized titted ghost was unfamiliar to him, but he had a fear that he knew who it could be from the mop of what was once hair on its head. “Maple?”\n\n“Hmmm…..” The ghost stirred. It’s dick twitched. A ring of cum was around his mouth.\n\n“Maple, it’s me. Zephyr.”\n\n“No thanks, Madam president. I couldn’t possibly accept the Medal of Honor.”\n\n“Maple!” Zephyr headbutted him.\n\n“WHA?!” He shot up, hovering in the tub. “Who are you?”\n\n“Zeph?” He shook his head, making his ghostly ears wiggle. “It’s a long story, but I wasn’t fast enough.”\n\n“What do you mean?” Maple caught a glimpse of something in his vision and looked down. Massive titties. “Oh, that wasn’t a hallucination.” He wiggled his body, watching his tits jiggle with him. “What was that bath water?” Maple asked curiously but with a hint of worry.\n\n“It was cum, but listen-“\n\n“YOU SHOT THAT MUCH BATTER IN THE TUB?!” Maple nearly fell back into the empty tub. “How the hell did you do that?”\n\n“Look, this is important.” Zeph started at him intensely with his black eyes. “I just finished a convo with some other people like us. They told me how to get by now that I’m like this. Now I need to help you too.” \n\n“Can you make it quick?” Maple laid down in the tub, “I wanna see if I can shoot as much goo as I did before.”\n\n“That’s one of the things I’m gonna tell you about!” Zeph bobbed up and down in frustration. “You can’t let your cum touch anyone! Look at what happened to you!” \n\n“Oh, yeah.” He said blankly. “Suppose that makes sense.” Maple’s eyes filled with mischief. “I’d never do that.”\n\n“And whatever you do, don’t let your emotions get out of control. They’ll pull you deeper into sadness and depression. There was something about magic, too, but I got a bit distracted with jerking off. But the most important thing: don’t go spewing your cum everywhere!”\n\n“Magic? Like what?”\n\n“I don’t know. Experiment, I guess. We need to start sorting things out and-“ A *foop* filled the bathroom, and Maple was gone.\n\n\n\n\nMaple reappeared at a three-story house in the rich part of town. “Teleportatiooooon. Niiiice.” Maple had plans now. Maple phased through the double doors and went up the stairs. All these rich folks had such ritzy houses and spent millions of dollars on such nice places. “Where is he?” There was malice in his voice. Phasing through all the rooms on the first and second floors proved fruitless. No one was around. “They must be on the third floor.” Then, he heard it. Moaning, the *plap plap* of skinship. “There…” He peeked his head into the room and nearly pulled out. There was Mella getting fucked by this big, beefy guy from the gym. “This is who you dumped me for?” He whispered to himself, “Well, let’s see what happens when you’re a bunch of ghosts.”\n\nMella and the big beefy guy were mid-sex in the dark room. Mella was getting his ass destroyed by the other guy’s huge dick, moaning and screaming his name. “Bryce! BRYCE! OH! FUCK ME HARDER! SPREAD MY BOIPUSSY WIDER THAN YOUR ARM!” Bryce didn’t bother responding opting for increasing his thrusts per second and shaking the bed more violently. \n\nMaple hovered above them, his dick soft as could be. He couldn’t get it up, and with no arms to help, what could he do? “Oh, I know what to do.” Maple floated around behind Bryce, his tight, muscular ass on the move. That was what he needed to get it up. A good revenge fuck. Lining his dick up with Bryce’s hole, he thrust into his ass.\n\n“YO!” Bryce stopped abruptly, feeling something in his ass. “What’s in my ass, bro?”\n\n“Babe, why’d you stop?” Mella reached up for his shoulder and pulled him back down but failed to pull his muscular body back down. Bryce was upright, unable to bend over. Maple’s dick was so long it prevented him from bending or flexing in any way. \n\n“There’s something in my ass!” Bryce reached a toned hand down to his ass but felt no dick, dildo, or other long object. He could feel that his ass was spread as wide as his fist, and something was using it.\n\n“Don’t be silly, babe. There’s no one else but here.” Mella got on her knees in front of him. “I dumped that loser for you, remember?” That sting was all that Maple needed to hear. Tears filled his blackened eyes. He didn’t care anymore. Mella was getting it, too. “Come here.” The two humans locked lips and refused to let up. Bryce reached around Mella’s twinky body and slid a finger into his boipussy. “Oh, Bryce,” Mella pulled away for only a second, “you’re the only bro at that awful gym who is accepting of trans girls like me.”\n\n“Shut up, babe.” They continued kissing, now ignoring the sensation in his ass. \n\nLucky for Maple, he was about to cum. His dick throbbed and pulsed, ready to blow. He pulled out of Bryce and floated above the two. “How about a shower, you two? Not only did they get showered with his cum, but his tears as well. All those years for nothing. The two had no idea that cum was washing over them and no idea what was about to happen. “I can’t watch.” Bryce flew out of the house as their bodies began to turn white, tears flying off of his face.\n\n\n\n\n“MAPLE!” Zephyr was floating down the street, wondering where he ran off to. “Oh geez. MAAAAAAAAAAPLE!” He was hesitant to leave the house and go looking, but then he remembered what the Napstas told him. ‘You’re not visible to ordinary people.’ His dick was long enough that it would be dragging against the sidewalk, but since he was a ghost, it was dragging through the sidewalk instead. Zephyr searched a few more streets, calling for him, but there was no sight of him. \n\nHe drifted into the nearby park and slumped onto a park bench, his dick draping into the ground. “I’m never gonna find him.” There was a weird sound in the distance and a light that looked out of place. It sounded like crying, but there was a reverb to it. A faint, yellow light was across the park, wavering in brightness. “What?” Usually, he wouldn’t care, but he was a ghost now, practically invincible. He got up from the bench and wandered over. \n\nThere was Maple, also slumped upright on a park bench. He was glowing brightly, but the light faded in and out. The crying was coming from him. “Maple!” Zephyr zoomed over and phased through the bench, backing up to sit on the bench. “What’s wrong?”\n\n“Mella…”\n\n“Oh.” Zephyr didn’t want to get involved in this.\n\n“She was cheating on me.” Ghost tears dribbled through his body. \n\n“She already left you though.”\n\n“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” His light wavered more, returning dimmer than before. “That guy was a real gym bro. All muscle and no brains. What do I have that he doesn’t?” Zephyr decided to remain silent. His answers would only hurt his feelings.\n\n“There’s no point now. I got my revenge.” His body resorted to a dim glow, like a night light on the last bit of batteries. “I showed them.”\n\n“Maple.” Zephyr looked in his teary eyes. “What did you do?”\n\n“Showered them in my cum. That’ll show them.” Zephyr was speechless. After he just told him not to have people come in contact with- No. This is just like him. “And I spread my cum everywhere on my way here, just because I could.”\n\n“YOU WHAT?!”\n\n“Yeah,” he sounded tired, “tons of loads. Huge, gut-busting loads of cum. Probably filled half the tower.” His light faded away. All of the unique features that kept the last bit of Maple’s former self merged into his body. His breasts withered away, his hair melted into his head, and headphones magically appeared on his head, suctioning onto his head. Zephyr could hear the faint sounds of the music that he had been told to listen to in moderation. \n\n“Maple!”\n\n“Whatever, man.” Maple was gone. Napstablook remained. “I’m making things awkward.” Maple, or Napstablook now, disappeared.\n\n\n\n\nOver the course of the next week, Zephyr had seen more ghosts popping up in town. At least 100 a day. Maple was serious when he said he had contaminated the water supply. Ghosts were wandering the park, floating in the street, flying in the air; there was no lack of them now. Every ghost looked unique as well. Some kept their furry traits, some still had breasts, and some had lovely, flowing hair. He had yet to see any more Napstablooks, but he feared it was only a matter of time. \n\nOnce the town got really littered with them, you could see ghosts fucking each other, filling each other’s donuts that were hidden underneath their cloak-like bodies, and bursting with ghost cum. Whenever that happened, it splashed onto the living people, and they began to turn into ghosts as well. And the cum never washed away either; it just began to pool and be an even bigger problem. Not even to mention the little ghost turds. What’s a ghost to do? Flush his shit down a toilet? No, who cares whether it’s on the ground? Ghosts can float and hover. \n\nIt was a mess. It was all Zephyr’s fault too. If only he had drained that tub fast enough. Zephyr sat on the same park bench he watched Maple disappear on. He often returned here when he started feeling sad. This bench served as a reminder for him to not slip as Maple did. He sighed as he plopped onto the bench. “I’m sorry Maple. I’ll do better.” People walked past him like he didn’t even exist.\n\n“Hey, stranger.” A cute pink-tinted ghost was approaching. Her supple breasts and cute face, despite her black eyes, caught him by surprise. “Why you so sad?”\n\n“Oh, it’s,” Zephyr rolled over, “nothing to worry about. \n\n“Is it because you became a ghost?” She sat on the edge of the bench. “I don’t think it’s that bad.” A group of ghosts were having an orgy in the middle of the park, several of them were already inflated as large as a couch, on the verge of bursting. A party of 20 somethings people were tossing a frisbee around, human and anthro alike. It was only a matter of time before they exploded and spewed their cum everywhere. It's not like it was a big deal for the ghosts, though; they always came back afterward.\n\n“No, it’s all my fault.” Zephyr sighed and curled into a ball, unintentionally showing his asshole to the woman. “It’s my fault you’re all becoming ghosts in the first place.” \n\n“Don’t be silly.” She leaned over and looked at his huge donut. “Hey, how about some fun to cheer you up?” \n\n“No, I don’t think-“ he was cut off by the sudden stretching of his asshole. The female ghost was burrowing into his ass. Zephyr’s stomach was bulging out as she worked her way in further and further. She managed to squeeze herself in about half way but got stuck. “Hey!”\n\n“Es sho kool en here!” The ghost shouted from inside of him. “Gib me a han!”\n\n“No!”\n\n“Fine!” She lifted his body along with his. Zephyr looked like a pencil-top eraser on a very short pencil. Rising from bench and over the sidewalk, she hovered higher and higher. “Geht weady!”\n\n“No, no, no, no!” The two plummeted to the ground ass first. The female ghost’s body collided with the ground. The force shoved her body in the rest of the way inside of Zephyr. “OOOOF!” Zephyr looked like a pregnant ghost, if that was even possible. It didn’t hinder his ability to fly or hover, but he looked ridiculous. \n\n“Shee? Ishn’t this fun?” She called from inside his stomach.\n\n“We have different definitions of fun.” Chaos erupted from the center of the park. The ghosts had burst, and cum had coated all the frisbee players. They started to turn, one of the males growing tits. This sight made Zephyr’s dick harden, but he resisted. “No, this isn’t good.” He returned to the bench now filled with another ghost. Zephyr watched as the new ghosts met the others and the orgy grew. This wouldn’t end well.\n\nThe town didn’t stand a chance once those people became ghosts. Practically on a bender, they sprayed their cum on everyone else and made “cum bombs,” as they called it, but it was just pumping up one ghost full of cum from every hole imaginable and watching them burst in a populated area. It was a ghost town now, and half of them set out to tackle the rest of the county. Zephyr remained on the bench. Not like he needed food, shelter, or anything else he needed with his flesh body. “I wonder what the Napstas would think of this whole thing.”\n\n\n\n\nA few months later, the entire northeastern United States had been Ghosted, as the government had called it. The president went on TV and declared a state of emergency, only to be publicly Ghosted in a prank. That conference quickly became an orgy, and all the reporters, government officials, and bystanders had been sucked into it. From that point, there was no going back. The rest of the country quickly fell, knowing that their leader had been taken out. \n\nGhosts hid on planes, looking for places to hide, flew west to California, and quickly took over. It was then that the first big epidemic of Napstablooks. Arenas worth of Napstablooks, wearing their headphones. High emotions and bad music took over, only to be replaced with depression and chill music. Now that the center of the United States was surrounded by ghosts, it was only a matter of time before the country was completely ghosted. \n\nEven Zephyr was seeing more Napstablooks in his town. They would float around town listening to their music and saying depressed, downtrodden things about themselves. The roads were flooded with ghost cum, so anyone that came to visit or try to escape had to drive through an ocean of cum. The musk was too much for any living being anyway. They’d just jump out of the car and start jerking off, sealing their fate. Zephyr had long since sought higher ground, trying to avoid the masses of Napstablooks. He thought about leaving town, but there wouldn’t be anywhere that was safe soon. \n\nHe couldn’t even contact the Napstas anymore. They were never online. Did they join the crowd wherever they were? Maybe they were hiding? It’s too late now. Even that girl that vored herself into his ass became a Napstablook last month, and she actively added cum and shit to the ever-growing sea almost all the time. “How did it come to this?” Zephyr looked down on his town from the skyscraper. “There’s no helping them now.” The small resistance that actively tried to clean up after the other ghosts even fell and became Napstablooks once they saw how difficult the task would be. \n\nZephyr felt his ears twitching. Was it happening? He’d welcome it if it was. “May as well.” His ears twitched and slowly shriveled, light beaming from his body. His tail was slurped into his body as his light began to fade progressively faster. He already had the headphones; he was constantly walking the line. “This is it then.” He fell from the edge, knowing he’d either splat into the sea of cum or stop just before it. The wind roared in his ears. “It was fun.” His light faded completely, and the tan hue turned pure white.\n\nHis body splashed into the sticky, musky sea of cum. He rose from it as the music started playing in his headphones. The relaxing, mind-numbing rhythm that he had known all too well when he was a ferret. His dick was constantly edging with the music looping. “Meh, whatever.” He shot his first contribution into the ocean, and it was quickly lost amongst everyone else's.\n\n\n\n\n“S1M, are we entering the Horsehead Nebula?”\n\n“Yes, Mistress. In five seconds, we will disengage from lightspeed.”\n\n“Excellent. Our reports from ZZ9-Plural Z Alpha have been unusual for the last few rotations. It is about time we check on the Earthlings.” Stella stood at the helm of her ship, not knowing what to expect. Lightspeed disengaged, and the Milky Way Galaxy was before them. “S1M set course for Earth.”\n\n“Yes, Mistress.” Sim pulled levers and pressed several buttons, engaging warp speed. The ship zoomed past Neptune, swerved around Jupiter, and nearly got caught in Mar’s gravity. But there was earth, just as they expected it to be. Something was wrong though. \n\n“S1M, load up some terrain scans.” Images popped up on the holo screen. Vast blue oceans, brown and green land masses, and white caps at either pole. “What the zark happened?” The two looked at Earth as it was now. Whiteness. Total whiteness. \n\n“I am not detecting any life signals either, Stella.” S1M sounded worried. “Should we land and investigate?”\n\n“Yes, immediately. This has become a rescue mission.” Stella stood heroically at the controls. “This planet was friendly to our kind, so we can land without disguises. Cloak the ship though.” The ship descended at a rapid rate. They entered gravity, flames licking the chrome hull. The ship shook and jolted left and right as if flying through thick atmospheric pressure. “Strange. Raise power on the thrusters.”\n\nAlarms sounded throughout the ship. The yellow alarm lights. “The yellow lights?” Stella glanced around the ship with confusion. “Since when do the yellow lights go off, S1M?”\n\n“Those indicate an intruder, Mistress.”\n\n“Intruder? This high in the air?” Stella turned around. “Preposterous.” A smell began to fill her nose. “S1M, what is that smell?” She sniffed the air fervently, several deep whiffs. “It’s intoxicating.”\n\n“My scent processors do not recognize it, Mistress,” S1M began, “but it is similar to ejaculatory fluid.”\n\n“That musky,” she sniffed again, “pungent,” another sniff, “amazing smell.” The crotch of her body suit was moist, leaking sexual fluids from her vagina. \n\n“Yes, I, too, find it arousing.” S1M’s nanometal plating was shaking on his body, fur standing on end. “Mistress, I believe we should… should…” his judgment clouded, he responded improperly, “continue forward.”\n\n“Yes, let’s continue!” Stella pushed the throttle forward, speeding up their descent. The air vents in the cabin shot off and clattered against the floor. A slopping, gushing sound could be heard. Stella approached S1M and wrapped her arms around his waist. “S1M, engage relief mode.”\n\n“Yes, Mistress right away!” His crotch plate lowered and a dildo popped out. “The usual, Mistress?”\n\n“Of course, S1M.” Stella laid back on the central computer in the middle of the cabin and ripped her bodysuit, revealing her pussy. “Crank it to 11.”\n\n“Setting at 11.” S1M grabbed her hips and penetrated her wet pussy. “Does this suffice, Mistress?” Stella was unable to answer. S1M took her heavy panting and sensual screaming as a yes and continued. The goopy sounds only grew louder as they descended, and the two failed to notice that something was pooling around their ankles. If they looked though, they wouldn’t see a thing. Their bodies slowly started white, S1M’s metal plating being stripped away and replaced with ghostly white flesh. His dildo was morphed into a longer, thicker, fleshy penis. \n\n“OH! S1M! I didn’t know 11 was so intense!” Stella’s colorful leg fur was completely white and climbing up her body, covered by what was left of her bodysuit. Her breasts were expanding, stretching out her body suit. The two continued fucking each other’s brains out as they continued to change. Sim was now fully white, his neck fur and tail remained. Stella was nearly completely white now, her arms and legs disappearing, her bodysuit getting looser and looser by the second. Her asshole puffed up into a delicious, musky donut, ripping the bodysuit even more.\n\nS1M was reaching climax. “Mistress, I am about to cum.”\n\n“Yes, cum inside of me!” Stella always craved his loads. “Fill my body, S1M!” He obliged and didn’t hold back. One large load of cum shot from his new fleshy dick and immediately filled her stomach, making it appear that she had swallowed a yoga ball whole. Stella screamed, not feeling any pain, only intense pleasure and euphoria. \n\nS1M’s magnetic arms fell to the ground, and his legs shriveled, leaving him a green-tinted proto-ghost, his neck tuft and tail intact. Stella’s arms and legs were already gone. Her body was tinted with rainbow colors on her leg fur, and she maintained her ears and tail. Stell rose from the command center feeling not only full but off. She got a look at s1M and screamed. “ZARK! S1M what happened?!” She looked around in panic, witnessing a sea of white in her ship and more flooding out from the vents. Looking out of the massive windows, she saw nothing but white. \n\n“Mistress, I believe I understand what is happening now.” S1M floated there, a freaky ghost-looking thing. “This liquid is, in fact, ejaculatory fluid, but a specific species’s fluid. However, it’s been altered to be contagious and carry transformative properties. We have both been exposed to it.”\n\n“What?” She looked down at herself. The rainbow-hued ghost was her new body. The breasts that she now had were larger than they were before. “This is an amazing discovery, S1M! We have to notify the GPC now!” The ship landed with a thud and squish. More cum leaked into the ship. How can we get rid of all this?”\n\n“The moment we open the doors we would let in floods of cum. It appears the Earth has been covered in so much of it that it has extended into the atmosphere.”\n\n“We’re trapped then.” Stella looked at the console which was beginning to short circuit with exposure to the cum. “Let’s take the emergency locator and the signal tracker. We’ll get a ride.”\n\nIt was a foolproof plan. However, they didn’t expect just how much cum they had to deal with. The moment the doors opened, they were immediately flooded with cum. The frantic swim to the top proved to be fruitless. Before they knew it headphones appeared on their heads. Their bodies morphed again the more they swam. By the time they breached the Cum Sea, they had been completely changed. Two more Napstablooks had come to visit the Earth on a permanent stay.\n\n“What were we doing?” The Napstablook previously known as Stella asked sadly.\n\n“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.” The other Napstablook previously known as S1M replied.\n\n“Yeah. We probably would have messed it up anyway.”\n\nThe two added their first loads of cum into the sea, searching for a good hole to crawl into.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Blook’d

Zephyr unlocked the door to his apartment and stumbled inside. His shirt was stained with grease from the accident that day; his fur was also caked with grease. His face showed world-weariness and a lack of sleep. Tossing his bag onto the hook by the door, he trudged through the hallway and into the kitchen, wanting something aside from the pitas he served ungrateful customers every day for hours at a time.

Zephyr checked the fridge to see how Maple was feeling today. The magnet was placed in the ‘he/him’ section of the gender categories. “Hey, man.” He called to the apartment, thinking that Maple would be in the living room playing Call of Duty again. To his surprise, they weren’t. Maple sat on the couch, watching one of those trash sitcoms on FBS.

“Hey, dude,” Maple called, not even looking away from the screen. He was watching the screen intently.

“No son of mine is going to be an artist. You don’t make money doing that trash. Now fixing cars, that’s true art.” The dad went on a long rant, explaining the ins and outs of transmissions and gear shifts, but it fell on deaf ears as the wife stood there with her arms crossed. “And don’t even get me started on those new Ford engines!”

“Good, I won’t.” The wife stormed upstairs after her son. The canned laughter turned to “oooooh,” and the husband looked guilty.

“I can’t believe you like that trash,” Zephyr said as he began rummaging through the fridge, looking for something that would give him instant gratification. Sadly, there were only ingredients and nothing he could pop into his mouth for immediate nourishment.

“Hey, I know it’s bad.” Maple turned to face his Ferret roommate. “It embraces common stereotypes, there’s hardly anything original, and the jokes don’t even land half the time. But I maybe I like trash.” He flipped his blond half-part out of his face as he turned back to watch the consoling scene with Mom and the kid.

“You like what you like,” Zephyr said as he pulled ingredients from the fridge. Two leftover chicken sausages, half a tomato, an onion starting to get slimy, and a chicken breast that had been thawed for a week. “You eat yet?”

“Yeah, I had pizza with Mella.”

“How’s she doing?” He began slicing the chicken breast into small pieces, still thinking about what he could do with them.

“Oh, we're in a bit of a rough patch.” He muted the TV. The two finally hit a topic they could talk about. “He wants to start exploring more.” Oh no, here comes the long talk about his relationship, he thought. Zephyr continued to make his food while Maple ranted about how things were changing, something about a polycule, and how the guy Mella met was a real hunk. Zephyr popped some rice in the rice cooker and kept listening. “I can see what I can do, but,” he paused and wiped his eyes. “I need a moment.” Maple got up and speedily walked to his room, gently closing the door behind him, and started blasting some emo music.

“I’m staying out of this one.” Zephyr was behind the times. Anthros, like him, usually didn’t need to worry about such things anyway. He took the phone out of his pocket and played his own music to drown out the pounding drum and bass from Maple’s music. He continued making his food in silence. “Ugh, I should have started the rice sooner.”

Later, he had a large bowl of the veggie and rice concoction and brought it to his room. Setting it down on the desk, he ripped his work shirt off and tossed it into the bin, missing by only a few inches. His pants followed suit. Now naked in his room, he sat down to enjoy his creation and watch FurTube.

Zephyr always went to FurTube after a long day at work and wanted to relax. He enjoyed watching tech tubers and trying to understand all the tech lingo for himself. He had no idea what a snapdragon was or how many GB of RAM was good, but he could tell what was good and bad by skipping to the end for the ratings and reading the comments for those more technology-inclined than he.

Lately, he had fallen into the rabbit hole of conspiracy theories and secret cults. Zephyr wasn’t naïve and always enjoyed reading about what people fell for. However, he had learned something the other day that piqued his interest. A small channel, only 100 subs, of people worshipping Napstablook as an idol or some shit? Out of sheer curiosity, he subscribed and started watching the channel every week when they uploaded. It's too bad the channel was dead for eight years.

This week was different, though. There was a big cult debunker that was tackling it this month. “Ok, Cult Crackers! This week, we’re after these weirdos who worship Napstablook.” The horse played it up for the camera. “Now I know what you’re thinking, my crackers,” he pointed to the bottom of the screen with his hoof, “ ’Jamesy, that time bar is really short. What happened?’ Well, here’s the thing. I can’t find a single thing about them! All we know is that they worship that depressed ghost from Undertale like some kind of god. You know, that game from years and years ago that bombed? Nothing much else about it. And you know me. I won’t speculate; I only give facts and solid evidence.” Zephyr watched the rest of the video but only gained more interest. Maybe he could find more evidence!

Hours passed looking into this weird cult. He checked the usual sources first, and Reddit never led him astray. This time, though, there was only one thing to find. A subreddit for the Napstas. Posts and threads on how to deal with depression, empty pictures with subtitles like “I’m currently trying to take a good selfie, but what’s the point?” or “Currently hanging with my friends, haha. Jk don’t have any.” He spent hours diving into this subreddit with seemingly no content at all. He couldn’t spend too much time, and of course, he had to work the next day. He logged off and went to bed shortly after 2 AM.




Zephyr’s alarm went off the next morning. I'm a scary gargoyle on a tower that you made with plastic power. Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away. He sat there for a while and let the song play out. After it finished, he reached over the edge of his nest-bed to shut the alarm off and lay in bed looking at his phone. He knew it wasn’t a healthy habit, but he couldn’t help it. He noticed a Discord notification. Opening the app, the user was NapstaBlook01. “Ok, who is that?” He accepted the request and started talking to the dude. Luckily, he was online.

FerretBlasterMaster
Hi, stranger

Napstablook01
Hi…

FerretBlasterMaster
What’s up, man?

Napstablook01
Nothing
Nothing is ever happening

FerretBlasterMaster
Ok…
Having a good day?

Napstablook
No…

Great, it was a rando sending a stranger a friend request.

FerretBlasterMaster
So, what do you want?

Napstablook01
…
…
…
You wanna join us?

FerretBlasterMaster
Wait…
You’re from that subreddit, aren’t you?

Napstablook01
Yeah…
Sorry…
I’ll add you to the chat then

FerretBlasterMaster
Wait, what?

Zephyr was added to a group chat. It was populated by eleven other people with nearly the same username as the first.

Napstablook03
Oh
Another person

Napstablook07
Hi FBM
I don’t feel like typing out your whole name
Don’t get mad at me

FerretBlasterMaster
No, you’re fine
Hi everyone

Napstablook09
Why is a human interested in us?
We’re sad and depressing

FerretBlasterMaster
Well, first, I’m a ferret.
Two, I found you on Reddit and I’m curious.
Why are all the pictures blank? Why are you all so depressed? What’s Undertale?

Napstablook11
You have a lot to learn, Anthro.

FerretBlasterMaster
Well, can it wait? I have to get to work.

Napstablook04
That’s fine
Leave us for something more important…

“Oh geez.” Zephyr sighed, annoyed, as he got out of bed. “I have thirty minutes to get to work.” At least he had the weekend off. Grabbing a clean work shirt and pair of pants from the closet, he darted out the door. He didn’t see any sign of Maple, but he did notice that the magnet was moved to the she/her category today.

Zephyr barely made it in time. The Pita Palace was a local place in town that served the best Greek food in the county. It was notorious for being a drive-thru only and having an awful boss. If you were a minute late, you’d be written up without hesitation. If he learned anything about you that he didn’t like, he’d use it as an insult, whether it made sense or not. He was a good businessman, but his social skills needed serious work.

Zephyr barged in the door and scanned his finger on the time clock. “You were this close.” The boss's nasal voice rang behind him. An older human in his late 40s stood behind Zephyr, his arms crossed, his face in a sneer, and his thinning grey hair curled along the top, leaving a bald spot along the top. “But next time, it’s your last write-up, ferret.”

“Yes, Bill.” Zephyr sighed as he walked to his station at the grill line. Understaffed as always, he was the only one there in the morning. Ever since he started doing breakfast pitas, he had to come in early and do it all by himself. Make the eggs to order, reheat the pitas on the flat top, and reheat any of the proteins, all while chopping any fresh veggies on the fly. That was the Pita Palace’s claim to fame. Made to order, nothing was held pre-prepared. And he charged an arm and a leg for such a claim, too.

However, due to the stress of making that claim with a fast-food job, he lost many employees. Zephyr got the morning shifts while the remaining two employees got their choice of shift. The regulars knew about the shortage and understood the wait times, but anyone from out of town complained fervently. So, Zephyr suffered through every shift, as hectic and frustrating as it got. Every sausage, egg, and cheese breakfast pita, every breakfast bowl, and every pot of coffee that he had to brew fresh had to last only 10 minutes, or it had to be thrown out. All the while, Bill would stand there with his arms crossed, glaring at him. The only time he would help was when the cars started lining up around the building. Of course, it also came with insults and snarky remarks. “You’re so fucking slow.” “Why did I ever hire you?” “God, my son is faster than you!”

Zephyr still hadn’t forgotten about the deep fryer incident, though. He caught glimpses of the deep fryer, still out of order. He had forgotten to try to wash the stains out of his work shirt from yesterday. This left him with only one clean work shirt, and Bill was very strict about uniforms despite him only wearing stained white shirts and jeans.

However, time seems to fly when you’re running your ass off, and before he knew it, 6 hours had passed. James had walked in for his shift and was starting to fill up the bins. Scraping the grill clean, Bill came up behind him. “Nice hustle, kid.” He pat Zephyr’s shoulder and walked into his office to gamble on online poker.

Zephyr clocked out and left for the day. His body was covered in sweat. He checked his phone while walking back. Only one DM from the Napsta group chat.

Napstablook01
When you get back, we can talk about stuff.
If you feel like it

FerretBlasterMaster
Sounds good. Give me twenty minutes or so

Zephyr couldn’t wait to get back home. There was something about meeting new friends he always liked. However, there was something mysterious here, and he was gonna dig it up, just like that Cult Cracker dude. He thought of what the group could really be all the way home.

Excitedly bursting in through the door, he ran for his room, only to run into Maple, curled up in front of it. “Maple?” Her face was tucked in, hiding it from view. She was nearly naked, aside from an ill-fitting sports bra and panty. “You, uh, you all right?” He remembered checking the fridge that morning and remembered it was at she/her, as if the women’s clothing wasn’t a giveaway.

“She dumped me for that bitch.” She wasn’t crying or sobbing, just curled up in a ball. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Well, maybe we can talk about it.” Zephyr offered. “If we can head into my room, you can lay on my bed, and we can talk about it.

“Yeah,” she raised her head. Her eyes were red and cheeks stained with old tears. “I’d like that.” She shot up and hugged him, nuzzling into his grease-smelling fur. “You always know how to cheer me up, Zephyr.” He reached around Maple and opened the door. Carefully easing him into the room, he nudged him into her special bed. As a ferret, she couldn’t get used to a human bed, so she built a custom bed. It was round, filled with padding, blankets, and pillows, and resembled a little nest.

Once she eased Maple into her bed, he turned to sit in her computer chair. “So what’s been happening?” But no reply came. Maple fell asleep once she hit the bedding. “Well, it seems I’m big spoon tonight if she doesn’t wake up,” he sighed. It wouldn’t be the first time the two had snuggled when they were depressed or had a falling out with someone dear to them. They believed a little intimacy was all right, but never to cross the boundary into romance.

Zephyr popped off his shirt and turned on the computer, and the RGB lights on the front came to life. Maple started snoring. That didn’t matter, though. Now was the time to get some info out of these Napsta people.

 FerretBlasterMaster
Hey, I’m back
So, tell me more about this.

Napstablook09
Oh, you came back
…
…
…
cool

Napstablook01
We just think Napstablook is cool. We vibe with him..

Napstablook04
Yeah

FerretBlasterMaster
So, why are you all named the same thing?

Napstablook01
We wanna live like he does
To do that we have to start at the base level

FerretBlasterMaster
Well, I don’t know if I’m that lonely or depressed, but I’m still curious
Would you guys tell me more?

Napstablook12
…
…
Why do you care?

FerretBlasterMaster
Curiosity

Napstablook01
Fine, I guess
Ask your questions
Or whatever

Zephyr had a lot of questions to ask. Why Napstablook? What’s Undertale? What’s the whole point of this? Is this a cult or a little group of friends? He tried not to overwhelm them all with questions, as they kept dropping like flies, leaving him talking to Napstablook08 by the time he was nearing the end of questions.

Napstablook08
We’re just a group of losers who feel the same way
We’ve found our influence brings others down as well

FerretBlasterMaster
What do you mean by that?

Napstablook08
You’ll see, I guess

FerretBlasterMaster
Alright then
But what’s unique about you? What do you bring to the table that others don’t?

Napstablook09
Our taste in music.

He sent three files called Spooktune.mp3, Spookwave.mp3, and Ghouliday.mp3. Zephyr reached for his headphones and turned them on. Choosing the first, it was like something hit him. His mind went blank and there were no thoughts to bounce around it. The songs were so short, he played the next one. Something hot filled him. An all-consuming heat. Not wasting time, he played the last one and put it on a loop. Whatever these songs were doing to him, he liked it. The song filled his brain. His dick pulsed and grew harder and harder.

Zephyr knew what he had to do, and he didn’t care that Maple was right behind him either. Using both hands, he stroked his dick like he never had before. His dick was throbbing, pulsing, begging for action. He shot some spit onto his hands for lubrication and kept at it. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” He bit his lip, keeping quiet for Maple. Ferret’s never lasted long, but they had stamina going for them. Zephyr carelessly shot ropes of cum onto his computer screen, the thick goop seeping into his keyboard. He wasn’t satisfied though; his dick was still demanding his attention. Lubing up again, he feverishly stroked until he came again, shooting more cum onto his desk and computer hardware. This continued deep into the night, losing count of how many times he blew his load.

Later that night, Maple arose from the nest and looked around her. She didn’t remember coming in here, the last few hours were a blur. Carefully stepping out of the nest, she saw Zephyr’s outline against the barely lit computer screens. His head was leaning forward against his body, headphones still on. “You fall asleep at your computer again? Bill works you too hard, man.” She gently grabbed his shoulder. “Wake up, Zeph. Let’s get some food.” Zephyr didn’t move though, still fast asleep. “Zeph?” Maple rotated the chair and jumped back in fright. Zephyr’s eyes were a ghostly black with a singular white pupil, mouth agape with drool slowly spilling over his fur. “Zeph! ZEPH!” She shook him violently.

Zeph started to show signs of awareness. He blinked his eyes returning to their usual red and white. “Ugh? What?” Zephyr braced his head with his hands, waking up from a long nap. The headphones fell off. “Maple, what are you doing?” He reached for her arms and brushed them aside. “I was sleeping, man.”

“Oh…” Maple reached across her body and rubbed her arm nervously. “Do you always look like you’re possessed when you sleep?”

“What?” Zephyr asked, genuinely confused. A pungent smell was in the air. “Wait, what is that smell?” He knew what it was, but he didn’t want to admit it. Rotating in his chair, he saw his computer and desk covered with ropes of cum, like someone spilled a bucket full of hot, husky seed all over it.

“Whoa.” A tent was immediately pitched in Maple’s panties. “You must have been pent up.”

“I, don’t remember doing that.” He held his head, hoping to find the answer. “I uh…”

“It’s fine, Zeph,” Maple said confidently. “I’ve covered my screen with cum a few times too.”

“Just let me clean this up. It’s pizza night, after all.”

“Yeah, I’ll phone it in.” Maple left the room, mumbling about what they should order this week.

“I don’t remember doing this,” Zephyr repeated to himself as he cleaned up his desk. It would smell like this for a long time. “The music still played through his headphones as he walked out of his room.




“We need you over here now; that damn fair that’s in town is flooding the place.”

“But it’s my day off, Bill,” Zephyr replied over the phone. “Besides, I’m gonna get overtime if I’m in there for any longer.”

“I don’t care, fuzz face, just get over here!” A dial tone. Zephyr sighed and started packing things up. He searched for a clean work shirt, the one he had left that wasn’t covered in grease stains. He couldn’t help but gripe. “I don’t understand him,” he mumbled to himself, “he gives me a hard time, tells me ‘good hustle’ at the end of my shift, then starts yelling at me the next day. Really needs to fuckin’ decide what he wants.”

Speedwalking down the sidewalk, he watched all the extra cars. This town was never this busy on a regular day. The main roads were filled to the brim with sedans, soccer mom minivans, and even a few food trucks that didn’t make it to the fair on time. This was gonna be a busy day for sure. He knew that deep down, something was gonna happen. What, he didn’t know. Something was all his gut was telling him.


“’bout damn time!” Bill shouted as Zephyr ran through the employee entrance. “We’re getting flooded!”

“I can see that, Bill. I almost got run over by one of the cars in line.” He didn’t want to be here in the first place, and the first interaction with him was being yelled at? Great. Zephyr clocked in, grabbed a headset, and hopped on the line. James was manning the window while Bill was working the line. Tickets were backed up, and the order screen was filled out five pages over.

“Ok, you start on the fried shit, and I’ll work on assembling these fuckers.” Luckily, the fryer had been fixed overnight, so it was up and running as usual. Looking at the screen by the fryer, it was no better. Pages and pages of orders for chicken tenders. Food for the kids who didn’t want to try a gyro, shawarma, or any of the other pitas that were unfamiliar to them.

He couldn’t help but be nervous as he dumped order after order of tenders into the fryer. It wasn’t his fault that the hot oil splashed him. The filter was clogged, and a huge air bubble formed. That didn’t stop Bill, though, no, no. Zephyr got written up for something he didn’t do again and was put on last warning. Whatever, though, he needed this job. Order after order of tendies and fries. Bill assembled the other food, snagging a few tenders here and there for a fried chicken pita, chicken caesar pita, or any item that called for a tender or two. This, however, was a pain in the ass. Bill never once called, “drop four tenders” or something of the like, as was proper etiquette for the grill line when you needed food from another station. He just took as he pleased.

“Can’t they just go to the food trucks?” Zephyr said to himself.

“We’re better than any damn food truck.” Bill turned his head and replied, “Don’t slow down furball.” And slow down, he did not. Zephyr couldn’t count the number of times he had to run to the walk-in to get more bags of tenders and fries. At some point, Zephyr realized he should cook a few orders ahead of time. If he’s going through them this fast, it’s foolish to keep frying them as they were needed. Thinking he was pretty smug, he dumped five extra orders worth of tenders into the basket and lowered them into the oil. The sizzle cut through the chaos of the kitchen. Bill paused and turned, looking at Zephyr, but turned his head, dismissing what he had heard.

“I need three tenders, stat!” Bill reached back with a gloved hand.

“Just dropped some, Bill. Comin’ in three minutes.”

“That’s not good enough. Gotta be faster than that.”

Suddenly, Zephyr’s shoes got hot. Really hot! “YOW!” Zephyr let out a loud, unfiltered primal scream. Bill turned around, a vein on his forehead bursting at the seams. Oil was leaking over the fryer and onto the floor, sending sizzling hot lava onto the floor. Zephyr didn’t process what Bill was shouting; he was too busy with the pain of his melting work shoes. He ran back into the walk-in freezer, with Bill shouting his name. Curled into a ball, he sat on the freezer floor, seething in pain. Holes were burned into his shoes, and hot oil was sticking to his paws. He didn’t know why he ran into the freezer. To escape? Maybe the below-freezing temperatures would combat the burning sensation on his feet? He didn’t care; he needed to get away.

“I knew something would happen today. I just knew it.” He started to cry. Working a minimum wage job for a boss who clearly hated him, having to walk in blistering heat, stinging cold, and never having a holiday off. Zephyr couldn’t take it anymore.

“Zephyr!” Bill’s booming voice echoed through the small restaurant. “Zephyr, where the hell are you?!” If he were a troll, he’d be stomping. The freezer door opened, and Zephyr prepared for the worst. “The hell are you doing?” Bill asked in the most condescending, ‘I only expect one answer’ sort of tone.

“I can’t take it anymore.” Zephyr mewled weakly. “I can’t take this job anymore.”

“Good, you’re fired anyway!” Bill grabbed Zephyr by the shirt collar and looked him dead in the eyes. “Don’t ever come back.” He dragged Zephyr to the employee entrance and left him there. “You have two minutes to get out. And don’t forget to clock out!” He turned around, not bothering to look back. Unlike Bill, Zephyr showed some decorum. He punched out and left as quietly as possible.

This was the worst day of his life. Not even to mention the most painful one. The half-hour walk back took twice as long now that his paws had first-degree burns, bordering on the second-degree. The moment Zephyr got home, he sought out some burn ointment, treated his wounds, and told Maple about his horrible day.

“And he fucking threw you out without medical attention?!” Maple was understandably furious. “That can’t be legal!”

“I’m sure someone would find a loophole and get him in trouble, but,” Zephyr paused to sigh, “I don’t care.” He obviously did care. How was he going to afford rent? How about food? This wasn’t the first time he had been on damage control for losing a job, but this one came with physical injuries. “I’m just happy to be done with him.” He wrapped his burns in the bathroom after dressing them appropriately. “I need a day or two before getting back to job hunting. Is that ok?” He looked at Maple, who was still furious about the situation.

“Oh, of course.” Maple grabbed Zephyr’s shoulders. “You take as many days as you need. You can’t be walking with your feet like that.” Maple pulled Zephyr into his room and helped him strip. “You need a snuggle.” Maple stripped off his boxers while Zephyr took off his greasy uniform. It wasn’t the first time Maple had seen his dick. But as a ferret, it wasn’t like there was much to see. “Get in there, mister.” Maple shoved him into his nest. Zephyr didn’t really do much at all. He allowed Maple to push him around. Maple crawled in front of him as a little spoon. “You can snuggle me however long it takes. Zephyr wasn’t going to complain. He wrapped his arms around Maple, and the two stayed together for a good while. He didn’t notice when Maple got out of bed because he fell asleep.




Zephyr rose from the nest, his head foggy from oversleeping. It seemed that his body needed the rest from all the months of stress with his job. His phone was still in his pants, and he dug it out. “2 am? Whoa…” He had slept for thirteen hours. “Everything’s out of whack now.” He fell into his nest, arms splayed as he stared at the ceiling. “What now?” Ideas raced through his head. Should he find another job in food service? “No, not again.” He’d been working in food service for a long time. It was time for something new. “Should I try Sales? I don’t know, how about a hotel desk attendant?” His stomach growled furiously, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since yesterday, in the literal sense.

Zephyr walked out into the living room, still naked and furry as could be. Maple was playing Call of Duty but heard the footsteps. “Zeph.” He paused the campaign and turned around, “How are you doing, buddy?”

“I don’t know.” Zephyr shuffled into the kitchen, seeking nourishment. He opened the fridge and found some leftover pizza from two days ago. Reaching for the box, he continued his conversation. “I’m still processing this whole thing. I mean, as you said, I could probably pursue legal action, but I can’t afford it. Even then, I don’t want to go through that hassle. I’m just happy to be done.” He ripped off a slice of the massive, twenty-inch, cold, deluxe Hawaiian pizza. “I’m thinking something new.” He took a bite and asked, “Any ideas?”

Maple stood upright and looked at him thoughtfully. Placing a hand on his chin, he followed it up with, “Hmm…” Then, he had an idea. “Vending Machines.”

“What?” That was not at all what he expected.

“Imagine this.” Maple stood up, holding his arms wide. “You get a vending machine online. You get it all fixed up, get permission to put it somewhere, and constantly keep it full. Use that money to buy another one, and repeat. You’ll have a fleet of vending machines that you can rake in thousands from every month!”

“Ok.” Zephyr dropped the pizza back in the box. “One: I don’t have a truck to haul a vending machine. Two: I don’t have the money to get one, not even to mention repair it. Three: how am I going to afford all the stuff to fill it up with?”

“Look it up. It’s a booming business!” Maple pulled out his phone from inside his boxers and continued. Zephyr made a disgusted face. “When I worked at that factory, you know the one, there was one guy that owned that militia of vending machines. Not Bepsi Co, not Koka Cola Co, one regular ass guy. He came in every week and filled things up!” He shoved his phone into Zephyr’s face, showing him a YouTube video short of how much money someone made off one vending machine left at a middle-of-nowhere rest stop.

Zephyr pushed the phone away with one finger. “I get the idea.” He sighed and grabbed two slices of pizza from the box, as well as his partially eaten one. “I want some time to think and take that break.” He walked down the hall again and paused while in his doorway. “Thanks for the idea, man. I appreciate it.” He walked in and closed the door behind him.

Zephyr sat down at his desk and popped on his headphones. He wanted to shut the world out. The world came knocking anyway.

Napstablook01
Sorry…

FerretBlasterMaster
I’ve had a rough day. What do you suggest for that?

Napstablook11
Some music and sulking
Tell us what happened.
I mean, if you want

They sent over a file that he hadn’t seen before. A whole zip folder with remix after remix of the previous three songs. Zephyr unzipped them and let his mind go blank as they played. His head emptied of all negative thoughts as he told them about the incident. Peace had returned to him, and with all those seemingly endless remixes, he had what he needed to relax.

Napstablook09
That’s awful

Napstablook04
He should really learn how to treat people.

FerretBlasterMaster
No, guys, it’s fine
I mean, it’s not my problem anymore.
I’ll find a job at some point.
I always do

Zephyr spoke with the Napstas all morning, all afternoon, and into the evening. They gave him that sense of comradery that he hadn’t been able to find since graduating high school. Not even Maple could provide that due to him being so needy all the time. Occasionally, he’d get the sudden urge to furiously masturbate, so he would. His cum had already covered his keyboard, computer screen, and the carpet in front of and below his desk. He chose not to do anything about it, though; what was the point? After jerking off for the third time that day, he leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. “I like this music.” His voice was flat and low. The musk of ferret cum filled the room like a miasma. “Maybe I’ll make this break a week long.” Before he knew it, he fell asleep in the chair, listening to the remixes.

Waking up a few hours later, Zephyr felt different. Perhaps because he accepted what happened and was moving on, the music relaxed him like ASMR. He didn’t know, nor did he wish to seek the answer. Getting back to where he left off, he hopped back onto Discord and joined the group chat again.

FerretBlasterMaster
Hey guys

Napstablook05
Hi Zephyr

FerretBlasterMaster
Thanks for the music
It’s been really helping me relax.
I fell asleep listening to it, and it was great.
I guess

Napstablook06
Wait
You did what?

FerretBlasterMaster
I fell asleep with it on

Napstablook06
Be careful
Our music can change you.

FerretBlasterMaster
Very funny
The power of music

Napstablook02
Ok

They continued to chat about things while Zephyr played Cult of the Lamb. He would pause, of course, to satisfy that urge to jerk off from time to time. They even wanted to watch while he played. But something was different. Where Zephyr was once compassionate to his followers, he found himself not caring as much anymore. He got requests from the Napstas for what to do with their requests, what clothes to give them, and whether or not to perform the rituals. Zephyr found himself agreeing with them more and more. Ignore their requests, feed them only Grassy Gruel, and let them take care of everything themselves. “Yeah, sounds good.” And all the while, the remixes were playing through his headphones.

Zephyr had to get up after a while; a guy’s gotta eat.

FerretBlasterMaster
Hang on guys
Gotta eat

NapstaBlook06
Wish I could eat

Napstablook01
Been years since I ate

Zephyr got up and walked back out to the kitchen, not realizing that he was still completely naked. “Hey, Maple.” Maple turned but looked around. He shrugged and returned to his gaming. Well, that was rude. But he didn’t really care. In fact, he hasn’t really cared about much of anything lately. Zephyr had stayed in his room for two days now, only coming out to use the bathroom. He came out to get some food, but he wasn’t really hungry. Instead, he grabbed some granola bars from the pantry and headed back to his room.

FerretBlasterMaster
Back

Napstablook03
What other games have you got?

Zephyr showed his entire library of Steam games. Like every other gamer in the universe, he had a huge library but had only played about 20% of them.

Napstablook07
What’s Rain World?

FerretBlasterMaster
Let’s find out

It was more difficult than they thought it would be. The intro even brought a tear to the Napstas’ hearts. Zephyr couldn’t count how many times he died. Rain, creatures, lack of food, rain… rain…

FerretBlasterMaster
This is hard

More days passed in a flash. Zephyr tried more games from his library while the Napstas watched; his desk became more sticky, and his room became a foul-smelling sauna. The miasma took physical form, coating everything in a light, moist coating of cum. He couldn’t walk around or touch anything in his room without it being as sticky as a cinema’s floor after months of not being adequately cleaned. At some point, he stopped getting up for bathroom breaks as well. Little did he know, there was more afoot.

Zephyr was sitting at his desk, as he had been for several days now. His fur was caked in cum stains, and underneath him, puddles and piles of shit were spilling from underneath his rear, over his chair, and onto the floor. His desk had a thick coating of cum over all of it now. At this point, he had opted to hop on call while playing, and they could remain in chat. “Oh look, guys,” He said in a low, monotone voice. “It’s him.”

It turns out that Zephyr owned Undertale! All this time, it was in his backlog. The Napstas were excited to watch him play. He just met Napstablook and was about to fight him. “I don’t wanna fight him.”

Napstablook03
Then spare him

Napstablook07
You can’t kill him anyway.

“Ok.” Zephyr went through the fight, slashing but failing to do any damage since he’s a ghost. Then, he just went away. “Was that supposed to happen?”

Napstablook01
Yeah

“Well…” Zephyr paused the game. “I’ll be back.” He didn’t have an excuse; he simply got up, with some difficulty due to the caked shit holding him to his chair, and left the room. The only other space in the house where you could get privacy was the bathroom. Quickly running across the hall, he ran inside and locked the door. His headphones still played his music. They had been practically glued to his head for the last few days, playing the same playlist on repeat.

Standing in the bathroom, he felt empty. He finally saw what the group had idolized, and he was no better than a throwaway boss. “That wasn’t worth my time.” Suddenly, he felt it again: that urge. That wave of heat that washed over him so often nowadays. “Oh fuck yeah.” He was already naked, so nothing was stopping him. Standing in front of the standing tub, he reached down for his dick and began stroking. He was in a lit room for the first time in days, and he noticed something. Not the fact that his ass was covered in shit or his fur was caked with cum stains. “Does my dick look bigger?”

It was true, his dick was bigger. All of that masturbation had caused his dick to stretch and swell a few inches. “Oh man!” Now, he really had to enjoy it. Using both hands, he stroked and stroked. Reaching under the sink, he pulled out the bottle of lube that the two agreed to save for any ‘lucky nights’ they might have with the ladies. Applying a liberal amount, the sloshing sound of a shaft being stroked with lube echoed in the bathroom. Reaching up to his headphones, he set the current song to repeat; it was his favorite one.

Load after load, spooge after spooge, fresh applications of lube. Unlike the previous times, he jacked off onto his desk; this session felt different, better like all of his worries were leaving his body with each spurt of baby batter. With every climax, a little color left his body. Starting from his head and oozing down his body, his fur flattened and faded into the whiteness. His ears remained where they were but still ghostly white. The headphones remained untouched, conforming to his body. Another spooge, more whiteness. Zephyr did not notice at all. He was too lost in his own world of pleasure to see that his body was losing its fur and turning a ghostly white. “More! Give me another!”

His seemingly endless supply of cum filled the bathtub, now half full. Zephyr continued on, basking in the afterglow of each climax as he feverishly stroked his cock for another burst of stimulus. The reverb and beats from the remix echoed in his head, leaving only one thought in his head. “Cum. Cum. Cum.”

As the whiteness reached his lower body, it began to take over his dick, and that’s when the real fun began. The sudden spike in sensitivity nearly floored Zephyr, but he stood his ground, enjoying stroking his throbbing dick more and more. In fact, he was cumming faster now; nearly every minute, he shot a hot load into the tub. Soon, his legs were engulfed in the whiteness down to his ankles.  This last load was building in his dick; he could feel it. He stroked so fast it would have to be clocked on a speed gun.

Before his eyes, his dick grew, rocketing in size. It was as long as his torso! A throbbing red glans oozing with precum oozing like honey and a ginormous, veiny, white shaft he could wrap his arm around. His balls were as heavy as melons! “It’s cumming! I’M GONNA CUM!” The dam burst. Ghostly white cum flew from his dick like a railgun, sending what cum was in the tub crashing like a wave in the ocean. The splash sent cum pouring over the side and splashing the walls on the other.

Zephyr’s legs began to shrink into his body. So did his arms! He fell over, crashing to the floor. Zephyr was too lost in the intense afterglow to notice, panting like a dog in the summer heat. He just got a monstrous dick, and the euphoria flowing through him was so powerful he could barely open his eyes. If he could, he’d notice that they had lost their red color and turned completely black with broad white pupils. As his limbs disappeared into his body, he felt light. Free.

“Zeph?!?!” Maple banged on the door. “Zeph, you ok?!” Zeph was lost in his music and did not hear the pounding. Maple opened the door using the emergency key. He barged in and found no one there. The bathroom smelled of cum and musk but not a soul. “Zeph?” He looked around one more time and closed the door. Doors opened and closed as Maple started looking throughout the house.

Zephyr held his position on the floor, all energy drained. His dick maintained a flaccid but still monstrous size. A shower, not a grower. Everything had yet to sink in, all the changes to his body. “I think I’ve kept them waiting enough.” Zephyr rose from the floor but couldn’t feel the tile beneath him, or anything for that matter. “Huh?” He looked down and saw it all. His ghostly white body with a tan tint, his gigantic flaccid dick, and his lack of appendages. “Oh no… On no, no, no, no, no!” Frantic, he twisted his head around to look at his small, bubbly butt. Two small lumps where his previously flat booty had been. Not a trace of the caked-on shit remained. “Nononononono!” Zephyr zoomed towards the door expecting to barrel through it, but instead, he phased right through with a  *whoom* sound. “What have I done!?”

Phasing through his bedroom door, he got a good look at the state of it. Every surface had a sheen to it: his bed, the floor, the walls, even the shelves and mini figures. The smell was abhorrent. How did he not notice what he was doing? His dick slowly erected, becoming hard as a rock and standing at a perfect ninety-degree angle with his body. Precum began to ooze from it once more like honey from a stirrer. “I gotta ask the guys.” Zephyr sped toward his computer desk, which was no better than the rest of his room. Phasing through his chair, he hovered above the shit-covered chair and unmuted the mic somehow.

“Guys, I have a problem!”

Napstablook01
What’s wrong?

Napstablook07
You were gone for a while
We thought you fell in.

“Haha, very funny.” Zephyr was in no mood for jokes. “Look, I’m gonna hop on cam, and you tell me what’s wrong here.” He didn’t know how he was pressing his keyboard, but he somehow turned on the camera. What awaited the Napstas was an empty room with no one in front of the computer. “Wait, why can’t I see anything?” His inward-facing camera showed baffled him.  “Guys, I’m not there!”

The Napstas turned on their cameras. The same scene met him: empty rooms and unoccupied computer chairs. “Ok, what happened?” Napstablook01 asked in a dull, uninterested voice.

“Ok, I ran off for a bathroom break.” Zephyr wasn’t completely lying. “Then I got this urge to jerk off, so I did. And I just kept going and going. I saw my dick get huge, and I collapsed.”

“Did anyone see you?” Another Napsta asked.

“No.” He didn’t mention that Maple came in and checked.

“Ok, how long have you been listening to that music?” Another Napsta asked urgently, but still in a monotone voice.

“I probably haven’t taken these headphones off since I got fired.” Zephyr looked at the time on his screen. Five days had passed.

“Then it’s worse than we thought,” a Napsta replied. “You’re one step away from becoming like us.” They all appeared on their cameras. It was surreal. Several of the same ghosts popped in one at a time. They all looked like Napstablook! “If you aren’t careful, you could be next.”

“But what do I do?”

“OK, listen carefully.”



Maple barged into the bathroom shortly after hearing a voice shouting inside. “Zeph?!” The door was still unlocked from before, but there was still no one. The place reeked of musk and sex. “Oh wow.” A dense fog hung in the air, and Maple took it all in. “What happened in here?” His head was becoming as foggy as the bathroom. “That smell is amazing.” He held his nose up like a cartoon, searching for a fresh baked pie. “Where is it coming from.”

It was a short search. Maple reached the tub and gazed at it in amazement. “Holy shit.” He took a deep whiff. “It’s this bath water.” The thick, creamy liquid inside it was calm, practically calling him. “What’s that?” He held an ear to it while taking more deep whiffs. “Take a bath? Why, I’d love to.” Whipping off his clothes, he gazed into it one last time. “Whatever bath bomb or bubble bath Zeph used for this water, I gotta get some for myself.” He stepped in, the thick, practically gelatinous substance covering his leg immediately. His leg looked white as a ghost. “Whooooooa.” Maple quickly submerged his body the rest of the way.

There were few words that could properly describe how he felt. Blissful, light, but most importantly: horny. The moment the cum hit his dick, it shot up like a dog hearing a car coming down the drive. “Oh man, that’s a bad one. Guess I have no choice,” Maple said in an ‘I’m so naughty’ sort of tone. He had never felt such pleasure from his dick. He had to use two hands just to satisfy himself. He could have sworn he was getting bigger, too! The splashing sound of the thick cum bouncing around the bathroom filled his ears. On top of that, his chest was feeling heavier and heavier. “Fuck yeah! Zeph found the good stuff.”

Maple watched his dick grow before his eyes, believing he was hallucinating. His skin was pure white from the bath water as well. Suddenly, his view of his dick was blocked. “Wha?” Pressing his chin into his collarbone, he saw what it was. “NO WAY!” Tits. Big, fat, bulbous tits sat on his chest. “Now I know I’m hallucinating.” Maple reached for the breasts jutting from his body. Squishing them in his hands, they felt like soft, fluffy marshmallows. Not a nipple in sight though. Just round balls sticking out of his body. One hand on his dick and the other on his breast, he pleasured himself like never before. Forget being gender fluid; he was both now!

The buildup in his dick was too much, and he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuck, here it comes. I’m sorry, Zeph, I’m cumming in your bath water!” His dick inflated three sizes, filling like a balloon, and his testicles did the same, forcing the bathwater up to his nose. Drinking some of the water, he couldn’t help but drink more. It was salty, but also had a grassy note to it. “Enough edging, I’m gonna blow!”

Maple’s dick was like a fountain, spewing a jet of cum up to the wall, showering his pure white sum onto himself, filling the tub, and all over the bathroom floor. It was like a water park. Maple moaned and screamed in pleasure, swallowing more of the cum, getting off on his own supply as the tub filled up. He was too lost in the euphoria to see that his limbs were shriveling away. It was mere seconds before he was no better than Zephyr, his green eyes transitioned to black and white, limbless, his massive tits acting as floaters in the tub full of cum.




“Ok, you understand?” Napstablook01 asked.

“Yeah, it all makes sense now.” They had explained the ins and outs. What to do and not to do, how to not fall further, and how to keep others from becoming like him.

“And whatever you do, cut your listening to that music. We shouldn’t have sent you those files in the first place.”

“Sorry,” Napstablook09 said meekly.

“Anyway, we’re here if you need help.”

“Thanks, guys.” Zephyr dove into his settings quickly and changed his username. “I’ll be the best Napstablook I can be.” It now read Napstablook13. He was out of his depressive state and looking at things with a new perspective.

“Go take care of that cum now.” Napstablook01 said. “Our cum does stuff to people, but you live alone, like we all do.”

Zephyr froze, not like they could see him anyway. He had never told them about Maple, and that tub was still full after a few hours of them telling him what to do. “Oh yeah,” he hesitated, “not an issue here. See ya.” He abruptly closed Discord. “Oh no.” He zoomed through the bedroom door and into the bathroom.

It was messier than when he left it. Did he cum so much that he spilled all over the floor? What about the ceiling? “Did I really spooge that much?” As he approached he saw that the tub was empty. “Not good.” Maybe the plug couldn’t take the pressure, and it drained. That had to have been it. He reached the edge, and his worst fears were realized. It was empty, but there was a yellow tinted ghost inside of it, sitting inside of the drained tub. The huge dicked, and melon-sized titted ghost was unfamiliar to him, but he had a fear that he knew who it could be from the mop of what was once hair on its head. “Maple?”

“Hmmm…..” The ghost stirred. It’s dick twitched. A ring of cum was around his mouth.

“Maple, it’s me. Zephyr.”

“No thanks, Madam president. I couldn’t possibly accept the Medal of Honor.”

“Maple!” Zephyr headbutted him.

“WHA?!” He shot up, hovering in the tub. “Who are you?”

“Zeph?” He shook his head, making his ghostly ears wiggle. “It’s a long story, but I wasn’t fast enough.”

“What do you mean?” Maple caught a glimpse of something in his vision and looked down. Massive titties. “Oh, that wasn’t a hallucination.” He wiggled his body, watching his tits jiggle with him. “What was that bath water?” Maple asked curiously but with a hint of worry.

“It was cum, but listen-“

“YOU SHOT THAT MUCH BATTER IN THE TUB?!” Maple nearly fell back into the empty tub. “How the hell did you do that?”

“Look, this is important.” Zeph started at him intensely with his black eyes. “I just finished a convo with some other people like us. They told me how to get by now that I’m like this. Now I need to help you too.”

“Can you make it quick?” Maple laid down in the tub, “I wanna see if I can shoot as much goo as I did before.”

“That’s one of the things I’m gonna tell you about!” Zeph bobbed up and down in frustration. “You can’t let your cum touch anyone! Look at what happened to you!”

“Oh, yeah.” He said blankly. “Suppose that makes sense.” Maple’s eyes filled with mischief. “I’d never do that.”

“And whatever you do, don’t let your emotions get out of control. They’ll pull you deeper into sadness and depression. There was something about magic, too, but I got a bit distracted with jerking off. But the most important thing: don’t go spewing your cum everywhere!”

“Magic? Like what?”

“I don’t know. Experiment, I guess. We need to start sorting things out and-“ A *foop* filled the bathroom, and Maple was gone.




Maple reappeared at a three-story house in the rich part of town. “Teleportatiooooon. Niiiice.” Maple had plans now. Maple phased through the double doors and went up the stairs. All these rich folks had such ritzy houses and spent millions of dollars on such nice places. “Where is he?” There was malice in his voice. Phasing through all the rooms on the first and second floors proved fruitless. No one was around. “They must be on the third floor.” Then, he heard it. Moaning, the *plap plap* of skinship. “There…” He peeked his head into the room and nearly pulled out. There was Mella getting fucked by this big, beefy guy from the gym. “This is who you dumped me for?” He whispered to himself, “Well, let’s see what happens when you’re a bunch of ghosts.”

Mella and the big beefy guy were mid-sex in the dark room. Mella was getting his ass destroyed by the other guy’s huge dick, moaning and screaming his name. “Bryce! BRYCE! OH! FUCK ME HARDER! SPREAD MY BOIPUSSY WIDER THAN YOUR ARM!” Bryce didn’t bother responding opting for increasing his thrusts per second and shaking the bed more violently.

Maple hovered above them, his dick soft as could be. He couldn’t get it up, and with no arms to help, what could he do? “Oh, I know what to do.” Maple floated around behind Bryce, his tight, muscular ass on the move. That was what he needed to get it up. A good revenge fuck. Lining his dick up with Bryce’s hole, he thrust into his ass.

“YO!” Bryce stopped abruptly, feeling something in his ass. “What’s in my ass, bro?”

“Babe, why’d you stop?” Mella reached up for his shoulder and pulled him back down but failed to pull his muscular body back down. Bryce was upright, unable to bend over. Maple’s dick was so long it prevented him from bending or flexing in any way.

“There’s something in my ass!” Bryce reached a toned hand down to his ass but felt no dick, dildo, or other long object. He could feel that his ass was spread as wide as his fist, and something was using it.

“Don’t be silly, babe. There’s no one else but here.” Mella got on her knees in front of him. “I dumped that loser for you, remember?” That sting was all that Maple needed to hear. Tears filled his blackened eyes. He didn’t care anymore. Mella was getting it, too. “Come here.” The two humans locked lips and refused to let up. Bryce reached around Mella’s twinky body and slid a finger into his boipussy. “Oh, Bryce,” Mella pulled away for only a second, “you’re the only bro at that awful gym who is accepting of trans girls like me.”

“Shut up, babe.” They continued kissing, now ignoring the sensation in his ass.

Lucky for Maple, he was about to cum. His dick throbbed and pulsed, ready to blow. He pulled out of Bryce and floated above the two. “How about a shower, you two? Not only did they get showered with his cum, but his tears as well. All those years for nothing. The two had no idea that cum was washing over them and no idea what was about to happen. “I can’t watch.” Bryce flew out of the house as their bodies began to turn white, tears flying off of his face.




“MAPLE!” Zephyr was floating down the street, wondering where he ran off to. “Oh geez. MAAAAAAAAAAPLE!” He was hesitant to leave the house and go looking, but then he remembered what the Napstas told him. ‘You’re not visible to ordinary people.’ His dick was long enough that it would be dragging against the sidewalk, but since he was a ghost, it was dragging through the sidewalk instead. Zephyr searched a few more streets, calling for him, but there was no sight of him.

He drifted into the nearby park and slumped onto a park bench, his dick draping into the ground. “I’m never gonna find him.” There was a weird sound in the distance and a light that looked out of place. It sounded like crying, but there was a reverb to it. A faint, yellow light was across the park, wavering in brightness. “What?” Usually, he wouldn’t care, but he was a ghost now, practically invincible. He got up from the bench and wandered over.

There was Maple, also slumped upright on a park bench. He was glowing brightly, but the light faded in and out. The crying was coming from him. “Maple!” Zephyr zoomed over and phased through the bench, backing up to sit on the bench. “What’s wrong?”

“Mella…”

“Oh.” Zephyr didn’t want to get involved in this.

“She was cheating on me.” Ghost tears dribbled through his body.

“She already left you though.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” His light wavered more, returning dimmer than before. “That guy was a real gym bro. All muscle and no brains. What do I have that he doesn’t?” Zephyr decided to remain silent. His answers would only hurt his feelings.

“There’s no point now. I got my revenge.” His body resorted to a dim glow, like a night light on the last bit of batteries. “I showed them.”

“Maple.” Zephyr looked in his teary eyes. “What did you do?”

“Showered them in my cum. That’ll show them.” Zephyr was speechless. After he just told him not to have people come in contact with- No. This is just like him. “And I spread my cum everywhere on my way here, just because I could.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

“Yeah,” he sounded tired, “tons of loads. Huge, gut-busting loads of cum. Probably filled half the tower.” His light faded away. All of the unique features that kept the last bit of Maple’s former self merged into his body. His breasts withered away, his hair melted into his head, and headphones magically appeared on his head, suctioning onto his head. Zephyr could hear the faint sounds of the music that he had been told to listen to in moderation.

“Maple!”

“Whatever, man.” Maple was gone. Napstablook remained. “I’m making things awkward.” Maple, or Napstablook now, disappeared.




Over the course of the next week, Zephyr had seen more ghosts popping up in town. At least 100 a day. Maple was serious when he said he had contaminated the water supply. Ghosts were wandering the park, floating in the street, flying in the air; there was no lack of them now. Every ghost looked unique as well. Some kept their furry traits, some still had breasts, and some had lovely, flowing hair. He had yet to see any more Napstablooks, but he feared it was only a matter of time.

Once the town got really littered with them, you could see ghosts fucking each other, filling each other’s donuts that were hidden underneath their cloak-like bodies, and bursting with ghost cum. Whenever that happened, it splashed onto the living people, and they began to turn into ghosts as well. And the cum never washed away either; it just began to pool and be an even bigger problem. Not even to mention the little ghost turds. What’s a ghost to do? Flush his shit down a toilet? No, who cares whether it’s on the ground? Ghosts can float and hover.

It was a mess. It was all Zephyr’s fault too. If only he had drained that tub fast enough. Zephyr sat on the same park bench he watched Maple disappear on. He often returned here when he started feeling sad. This bench served as a reminder for him to not slip as Maple did. He sighed as he plopped onto the bench. “I’m sorry Maple. I’ll do better.” People walked past him like he didn’t even exist.

“Hey, stranger.” A cute pink-tinted ghost was approaching. Her supple breasts and cute face, despite her black eyes, caught him by surprise. “Why you so sad?”

“Oh, it’s,” Zephyr rolled over, “nothing to worry about.

“Is it because you became a ghost?” She sat on the edge of the bench. “I don’t think it’s that bad.” A group of ghosts were having an orgy in the middle of the park, several of them were already inflated as large as a couch, on the verge of bursting. A party of 20 somethings people were tossing a frisbee around, human and anthro alike. It was only a matter of time before they exploded and spewed their cum everywhere. It's not like it was a big deal for the ghosts, though; they always came back afterward.

“No, it’s all my fault.” Zephyr sighed and curled into a ball, unintentionally showing his asshole to the woman. “It’s my fault you’re all becoming ghosts in the first place.”

“Don’t be silly.” She leaned over and looked at his huge donut. “Hey, how about some fun to cheer you up?”

“No, I don’t think-“ he was cut off by the sudden stretching of his asshole. The female ghost was burrowing into his ass. Zephyr’s stomach was bulging out as she worked her way in further and further. She managed to squeeze herself in about half way but got stuck. “Hey!”

“Es sho kool en here!” The ghost shouted from inside of him. “Gib me a han!”

“No!”

“Fine!” She lifted his body along with his. Zephyr looked like a pencil-top eraser on a very short pencil. Rising from bench and over the sidewalk, she hovered higher and higher. “Geht weady!”

“No, no, no, no!” The two plummeted to the ground ass first. The female ghost’s body collided with the ground. The force shoved her body in the rest of the way inside of Zephyr. “OOOOF!” Zephyr looked like a pregnant ghost, if that was even possible. It didn’t hinder his ability to fly or hover, but he looked ridiculous.

“Shee? Ishn’t this fun?” She called from inside his stomach.

“We have different definitions of fun.” Chaos erupted from the center of the park. The ghosts had burst, and cum had coated all the frisbee players. They started to turn, one of the males growing tits. This sight made Zephyr’s dick harden, but he resisted. “No, this isn’t good.” He returned to the bench now filled with another ghost. Zephyr watched as the new ghosts met the others and the orgy grew. This wouldn’t end well.

The town didn’t stand a chance once those people became ghosts. Practically on a bender, they sprayed their cum on everyone else and made “cum bombs,” as they called it, but it was just pumping up one ghost full of cum from every hole imaginable and watching them burst in a populated area. It was a ghost town now, and half of them set out to tackle the rest of the county. Zephyr remained on the bench. Not like he needed food, shelter, or anything else he needed with his flesh body. “I wonder what the Napstas would think of this whole thing.”




A few months later, the entire northeastern United States had been Ghosted, as the government had called it. The president went on TV and declared a state of emergency, only to be publicly Ghosted in a prank. That conference quickly became an orgy, and all the reporters, government officials, and bystanders had been sucked into it. From that point, there was no going back. The rest of the country quickly fell, knowing that their leader had been taken out.

Ghosts hid on planes, looking for places to hide, flew west to California, and quickly took over. It was then that the first big epidemic of Napstablooks. Arenas worth of Napstablooks, wearing their headphones. High emotions and bad music took over, only to be replaced with depression and chill music. Now that the center of the United States was surrounded by ghosts, it was only a matter of time before the country was completely ghosted.

Even Zephyr was seeing more Napstablooks in his town. They would float around town listening to their music and saying depressed, downtrodden things about themselves. The roads were flooded with ghost cum, so anyone that came to visit or try to escape had to drive through an ocean of cum. The musk was too much for any living being anyway. They’d just jump out of the car and start jerking off, sealing their fate. Zephyr had long since sought higher ground, trying to avoid the masses of Napstablooks. He thought about leaving town, but there wouldn’t be anywhere that was safe soon.

He couldn’t even contact the Napstas anymore. They were never online. Did they join the crowd wherever they were? Maybe they were hiding? It’s too late now. Even that girl that vored herself into his ass became a Napstablook last month, and she actively added cum and shit to the ever-growing sea almost all the time. “How did it come to this?” Zephyr looked down on his town from the skyscraper. “There’s no helping them now.” The small resistance that actively tried to clean up after the other ghosts even fell and became Napstablooks once they saw how difficult the task would be.

Zephyr felt his ears twitching. Was it happening? He’d welcome it if it was. “May as well.” His ears twitched and slowly shriveled, light beaming from his body. His tail was slurped into his body as his light began to fade progressively faster. He already had the headphones; he was constantly walking the line. “This is it then.” He fell from the edge, knowing he’d either splat into the sea of cum or stop just before it. The wind roared in his ears. “It was fun.” His light faded completely, and the tan hue turned pure white.

His body splashed into the sticky, musky sea of cum. He rose from it as the music started playing in his headphones. The relaxing, mind-numbing rhythm that he had known all too well when he was a ferret. His dick was constantly edging with the music looping. “Meh, whatever.” He shot his first contribution into the ocean, and it was quickly lost amongst everyone else's.




“S1M, are we entering the Horsehead Nebula?”

“Yes, Mistress. In five seconds, we will disengage from lightspeed.”

“Excellent. Our reports from ZZ9-Plural Z Alpha have been unusual for the last few rotations. It is about time we check on the Earthlings.” Stella stood at the helm of her ship, not knowing what to expect. Lightspeed disengaged, and the Milky Way Galaxy was before them. “S1M set course for Earth.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Sim pulled levers and pressed several buttons, engaging warp speed. The ship zoomed past Neptune, swerved around Jupiter, and nearly got caught in Mar’s gravity. But there was earth, just as they expected it to be. Something was wrong though.

“S1M, load up some terrain scans.” Images popped up on the holo screen. Vast blue oceans, brown and green land masses, and white caps at either pole. “What the zark happened?” The two looked at Earth as it was now. Whiteness. Total whiteness.

“I am not detecting any life signals either, Stella.” S1M sounded worried. “Should we land and investigate?”

“Yes, immediately. This has become a rescue mission.” Stella stood heroically at the controls. “This planet was friendly to our kind, so we can land without disguises. Cloak the ship though.” The ship descended at a rapid rate. They entered gravity, flames licking the chrome hull. The ship shook and jolted left and right as if flying through thick atmospheric pressure. “Strange. Raise power on the thrusters.”

Alarms sounded throughout the ship. The yellow alarm lights. “The yellow lights?” Stella glanced around the ship with confusion. “Since when do the yellow lights go off, S1M?”

“Those indicate an intruder, Mistress.”

“Intruder? This high in the air?” Stella turned around. “Preposterous.” A smell began to fill her nose. “S1M, what is that smell?” She sniffed the air fervently, several deep whiffs. “It’s intoxicating.”

“My scent processors do not recognize it, Mistress,” S1M began, “but it is similar to ejaculatory fluid.”

“That musky,” she sniffed again, “pungent,” another sniff, “amazing smell.” The crotch of her body suit was moist, leaking sexual fluids from her vagina.

“Yes, I, too, find it arousing.” S1M’s nanometal plating was shaking on his body, fur standing on end. “Mistress, I believe we should… should…” his judgment clouded, he responded improperly, “continue forward.”

“Yes, let’s continue!” Stella pushed the throttle forward, speeding up their descent. The air vents in the cabin shot off and clattered against the floor. A slopping, gushing sound could be heard. Stella approached S1M and wrapped her arms around his waist. “S1M, engage relief mode.”

“Yes, Mistress right away!” His crotch plate lowered and a dildo popped out. “The usual, Mistress?”

“Of course, S1M.” Stella laid back on the central computer in the middle of the cabin and ripped her bodysuit, revealing her pussy. “Crank it to 11.”

“Setting at 11.” S1M grabbed her hips and penetrated her wet pussy. “Does this suffice, Mistress?” Stella was unable to answer. S1M took her heavy panting and sensual screaming as a yes and continued. The goopy sounds only grew louder as they descended, and the two failed to notice that something was pooling around their ankles. If they looked though, they wouldn’t see a thing. Their bodies slowly started white, S1M’s metal plating being stripped away and replaced with ghostly white flesh. His dildo was morphed into a longer, thicker, fleshy penis.

“OH! S1M! I didn’t know 11 was so intense!” Stella’s colorful leg fur was completely white and climbing up her body, covered by what was left of her bodysuit. Her breasts were expanding, stretching out her body suit. The two continued fucking each other’s brains out as they continued to change. Sim was now fully white, his neck fur and tail remained. Stella was nearly completely white now, her arms and legs disappearing, her bodysuit getting looser and looser by the second. Her asshole puffed up into a delicious, musky donut, ripping the bodysuit even more.

S1M was reaching climax. “Mistress, I am about to cum.”

“Yes, cum inside of me!” Stella always craved his loads. “Fill my body, S1M!” He obliged and didn’t hold back. One large load of cum shot from his new fleshy dick and immediately filled her stomach, making it appear that she had swallowed a yoga ball whole. Stella screamed, not feeling any pain, only intense pleasure and euphoria.

S1M’s magnetic arms fell to the ground, and his legs shriveled, leaving him a green-tinted proto-ghost, his neck tuft and tail intact. Stella’s arms and legs were already gone. Her body was tinted with rainbow colors on her leg fur, and she maintained her ears and tail. Stell rose from the command center feeling not only full but off. She got a look at s1M and screamed. “ZARK! S1M what happened?!” She looked around in panic, witnessing a sea of white in her ship and more flooding out from the vents. Looking out of the massive windows, she saw nothing but white.

“Mistress, I believe I understand what is happening now.” S1M floated there, a freaky ghost-looking thing. “This liquid is, in fact, ejaculatory fluid, but a specific species’s fluid. However, it’s been altered to be contagious and carry transformative properties. We have both been exposed to it.”

“What?” She looked down at herself. The rainbow-hued ghost was her new body. The breasts that she now had were larger than they were before. “This is an amazing discovery, S1M! We have to notify the GPC now!” The ship landed with a thud and squish. More cum leaked into the ship. How can we get rid of all this?”

“The moment we open the doors we would let in floods of cum. It appears the Earth has been covered in so much of it that it has extended into the atmosphere.”

“We’re trapped then.” Stella looked at the console which was beginning to short circuit with exposure to the cum. “Let’s take the emergency locator and the signal tracker. We’ll get a ride.”

It was a foolproof plan. However, they didn’t expect just how much cum they had to deal with. The moment the doors opened, they were immediately flooded with cum. The frantic swim to the top proved to be fruitless. Before they knew it headphones appeared on their heads. Their bodies morphed again the more they swam. By the time they breached the Cum Sea, they had been completely changed. Two more Napstablooks had come to visit the Earth on a permanent stay.

“What were we doing?” The Napstablook previously known as Stella asked sadly.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.” The other Napstablook previously known as S1M replied.

“Yeah. We probably would have messed it up anyway.”

The two added their first loads of cum into the sea, searching for a good hole to crawl into.











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