It was supposed to be a simple journey through the Misty Forest, a quick shortcut on the way to our next destination. The forest was thick with fog, and the trees seemed to loom over us like silent giants, their branches twisting in unnatural ways. I couldn't help but feel uneasy as we trudged along the muddy path.
"Remind me again why we decided to take this route?" I asked, my porcelain lid creaking slightly as I rolled over a tree root. "It feels like something's watching us."
Ursha, always the practical one, shrugged. "It's the quickest way to the next village. Besides, it's just a forest. You're not scared, are you?"
I was about to reply when Nixie piped up from the front, her voice full of mischief. "Ooooh, Jake's afraid of the spooky woods! Don't worry, I'll protect you, Toilet God!"
I groaned. "I'm not scared! I just have a bad feeling about this place."
We continued on for what felt like hours, the fog growing thicker with every step. Just when I thought we might be lost, we came upon a small clearing. And there, in the center, stood an old, decrepit outhouse. It was a strange sight, considering how deep we were in the forest. The outhouse looked like it hadn't been used in centuries, with vines creeping up its sides and its wooden door barely hanging on its rusted hinges.
A faded sign above the door read, "Beware the Curse of the Midnight Flush."
"Okay, that's definitely not normal," I muttered, eyeing the outhouse warily.
Nixie skipped ahead, seemingly unfazed by the eerie atmosphere. "An outhouse in the middle of the forest? Maybe someone really had to go and got lost!"
Ursha's hand went to the handle of her axe, her instincts kicking in. "This feels off. No one builds an outhouse this far out for no reason."
I couldn't argue with that. There was something about the outhouse that felt... wrong. The air around it was colder, and the fog seemed to cling to the structure like a living thing.
"Let's just keep moving," I said, my porcelain frame feeling oddly tense. "No need to mess with creepy forest bathrooms."
But Nixie, of course, had other ideas. "Oh, come on, Jake. Where's your sense of adventure? It's just an outhouse! I bet there's something cool inside."
Before I could stop her, Nixie reached for the door, giving it a push. The door creaked open with a groan, revealing the dark interior. It was just as run-down as the outside, with cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and a rickety old toilet sitting in the center.
"See? Nothing to worry about," Nixie said with a grin, stepping inside.
Ursha and I exchanged uneasy glances. "This feels like a bad idea," I muttered, rolling closer to the entrance. "We should really, "
Suddenly, the door slammed shut with a loud bang, cutting me off mid-sentence.
"Nixie!" Ursha yelled, rushing forward and grabbing the handle. She yanked at the door, but it wouldn't budge. It was as if something, or someone, was holding it closed from the inside.
A chill ran through the air, and I felt my porcelain body shiver. "This isn't good."
From inside the outhouse, we heard a soft, eerie sound, a low, wet gurgle that sent a shiver down my tank. Ursha, still struggling with the door, shot me a worried look. "Nixie, what's going on in there? Open the door!"
No response. The only sound was the gurgling noise, growing louder by the second.
"Oh, this is definitely bad," I muttered, backing away slightly. "We need to get her out of there."
Before Ursha could try again, the door creaked open on its own, revealing a thick fog pouring out from the inside. The temperature dropped even further, and out of the shadows, a figure slowly emerged.
At first, all I could see was long, black hair, wet, tangled, and hanging down over the figure's face. The figure wore a tattered white dress, the fabric soaked through and clinging to their body as they crawled out of the outhouse, their movements slow and jerky.
"What the hell is that?" Ursha whispered, her grip tightening on her axe.
The figure let out another gurgling sound, crawling closer to us. Her face was obscured by her hair, but I could feel her eyes on me, hungry, desperate.
"It's... it's like something out of a horror movie," I stammered, backing up even further. "We need to run!"
But before we could make a move, the figure stopped, lifting her head slightly. Her gurgling voice echoed through the clearing.
"I've been waiting for you..."
I froze, my porcelain body shuddering as the figure crawled even closer. "Oh no. I don't like where this is going."
"Jake," Ursha warned, readying her axe. "This might be a spirit. What does she want?"
Suddenly, the figure stopped moving, her head tilting slightly to the side as she spoke again, her voice soft and dripping with an unsettling sweetness.
"You... are the one I need..."
Her hand reached out toward me, her wet fingers brushing against my porcelain lid.
I gulped, well, as much as a sentient toilet can gulp, and whispered, "I think she's talking about me."
The eerie fog around the outhouse thickened as the ghostly figure crawled closer, her black hair matted and dripping with water, her tattered white dress dragging along the ground. She was every bit the nightmare we had feared, with her slow, jerky movements and gurgling sounds. The air grew colder, and my porcelain body rattled with tension. I had faced plenty of strange things in Lavatoria, but this... this was different.
The ghost lifted her head slightly, her hair parting just enough for me to glimpse her pale, ghostly face. It wasn't the full horror show I'd expected, there was something strangely alluring about her, even in her ghastly form.
"You..." she whispered, her voice gurgling like water going down a drain. "You are the one I need."
I tried to back away, but I was rooted to the spot, my feet frozen in place. There was something in the way she said it, something seductive and ominous all at once.
"What does she want?" Ursha asked, her eyes narrowing, ready to strike if necessary.
"Uh, I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's not good," I muttered, feeling a cold sweat, not that toilets can sweat, drip down my porcelain body.
Suddenly, the ghost's appearance began to change. Her pale, thin frame became fuller, her once torn dress smoothing out and clinging to her newly voluptuous curves. Her long, wet hair became glossy and draped elegantly over her shoulders, framing her face in a much more deliberate, sensual way. The change was striking and impossible to ignore.
"What... is happening?" I gasped, as her body transformed before our eyes.
Her chest swelled, her voluptuous breasts now prominent beneath the tight fabric of her form-fitting white dress. They strained against the fabric, pressing close to my porcelain appendage, teasingly brushing against it as she leaned in. Her hips became wider, more defined, and her backside, an impossibly perfect ass, peeked out from underneath her dress with every movement, showing just enough to stir a mix of fear and temptation in me.
"You will give me what I need," she whispered again, but this time her voice was filled with a deep, sultry tone, dripping with seduction. "You will give me your power, your magical energy... your sperm."
I blinked rapidly, trying to process what was happening. "Wait... what?"
The ghost, no, the temptress, crawled toward me in a slow, deliberate motion, her breasts pressing softly against my frame, the weight of them sending shivers through me. Her fingers trailed down my porcelain body with the gentlest touch, making every nerve in my magical structure tingle.
"I've been trapped here for centuries," she purred, her breath warm against my lid. "Waiting for someone like you. A being with power... power I can use to free myself from this curse."
Her hand slid down to my glowing porcelain penis, her soft fingers wrapping around it with surprising ease. She began to stroke it gently, her touch so delicate yet firm, each motion sending pulses of magic through my frame. My appendage glowed even brighter, and I could feel the pressure building inside me, the unmistakable tension of my magical energy stirring, threatening to spill over.
"You feel it, don't you?" she whispered, her lips brushing against my rim. "You want to give in. You want to let go. Just release... and I will be free."
I was shaking now, my porcelain penis throbbing with magic as she continued to stroke me. Her breasts pressed even closer, squeezing around my appendage as she leaned further into me, her hips swaying seductively as she straddled me.
Her perfect ass, barely covered by the hem of her dress, brushed against my base, and I could feel the warmth of her body despite the cold that still lingered in the air. She was teasing me, tormenting me, pushing me to the edge.
"Just let go," she moaned softly, her eyes now glowing with an almost desperate hunger. "Give me your magical sperm, and we will both be free."
Her lustrous lips encircled around the tip and began to gently suck. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first. But she quickly sped up her thrusts as she hungrily devoured my pulsating appendage.
I was on the verge of losing control. My appendage pulsed with magic, glowing brighter with each passing second, and I could feel myself edging closer and closer to release. Her breasts wrapped tightly around me, her hips grinding against my base, and the warmth of her body made it nearly impossible to think straight.
"Jake!" Ursha shouted, snapping me out of my daze. "She's trying to drain your magic! Don't let her!"
Ursha's voice pulled me back from the brink, but the temptress wasn't letting go. Her fingers tightened around my porcelain appendage, her soft, ample breasts pressing even harder against me as she tried to push me over the edge.
"Don't listen to them," she hissed, her voice now filled with urgency. "You want this. I want this. Just give me what I need!"
I struggled to resist, but her touch was overwhelming. The way she teased my porcelain penis, her body pressing so seductively against mine, it was impossible not to feel tempted. I could feel my magical sperm building up inside me, ready to release.
"I can't..." I muttered, my voice trembling. "I won't..."
The ghost's seductive smile faltered for a brief moment, her eyes narrowing in frustration. She tightened her grip around me, her movements becoming more frantic.
"You must!" she demanded, her voice losing its softness. "I need your power! I need your magical energy!"
Her perfect body, once a seductive weapon, now seemed more desperate as she tried to force me into giving in. She pressed her breasts tighter against my frame, her fingers stroking harder and faster, trying to break my will.
Just as I was about to give in, Ursha stepped forward, her axe gleaming in the dim light. "Enough of this!"
With a powerful swing, Ursha slammed her axe into the ground, creating a shockwave that knocked the ghostly seductress backward. The ethereal woman let out a wail of frustration as she was thrown off balance, her perfect form flickering for a moment.
"Stay away from him!" Ursha growled, stepping between me and the ghost.
The ghost, now visibly angry and desperate, straightened herself, her seductive façade slipping away. Her eyes, once glowing with lust, now burned with a feral hunger. Her body rippled with dark, raw energy, and her once-beautiful face twisted into a mask of rage.
"You think you can stop me?" she snarled, her voice filled with malice. "I will have what I desire. One way or another."