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Orange streaks raced across the sky as the sun began to set over the horizon. There was a gentle breeze every now and again, and the sounds of cars passing by from the nearby highway created a dull sound that eventually disappeared into the background. Crisp walked down the path, minding his own business. His ears were plugged with his earphones, and the wusky idly tapped his phone to switch to the next song when he disliked the one that was currently playing. It was a typical afternoon for the wusky. His classes had just finished, and he was looking forward to just staying at his rented apartment for the weekend and getting some much needed rest and relaxation.

The fur had stayed up all night long the night prior, studying for a very important exam. Suffice to say, he was nervous for the result, but felt confident that he passed it. Or at least, he hoped and thought that he did. Regardless, he did his due diligence and that was all there was to it. For now, all he could do was just wait for the results and hope that it was good news all around. The wusky continued onwards, walking down the path before eventually crossing a steel bridge. The sunset looked beautiful as it was perfectly reflected on the gentle river water surface. Out at the fair distance, Crisp could see some kids playing football at one of the open areas. Two joggers were running down the path, whilst an old lady was carrying her groceries. It was just a typical afternoon in the quiet suburban town of Hillside.

Taking a right at a nearby alley, Crisp took his usual shortcut back to his dorm. He looked forward and happened to catch an open green dumpster at the far end. He had passed through this path before. Rain or shine, winter or spring, he had seen this alley and could picture it with his eyes closed. However, something was different this time, and it caught his attention immediately. Sitting at the edge of the dumpster, as if peeking, were bright blue sneakers with yellow highlights.

At first the wusky thought he was seeing things. That can't be right, he told himself. But sure enough, as he got closer, it was in fact far from fiction. "What in the...?" The sneakers were right there in front of him, and from the looks of it, they looked brand new. Crisp was about to reach out and touch it, but stopped himself. He then looked around. He looked ahead, behind him, stopped for a moment, then looked up nothing. On all accounts, there was nothing. Then, on a whim he knelt down the floor and glanced on the underside of the dumpster. There was nothing as well.

"Is this a prank...?" he asked himself, wary of touching the sneakers. He had seen his fair share of prank videos on the internet, and this sort of oddity was a prime material for such videos. He wasn't exactly keen on being the subject of a joke on the internet. But there was nothing. There was no hidden camera in sight. The sound of cars at the nearby roadside, and the industrial hiss of the machines powering up the air conditioning for the buildings around him.

It was just him, alone in the alleyway.

"Okay..." he muttered. He reached out warily, grabbing hold of the sneakers for a closer look.

It was remarkable. If anything, it looked outright brand new! It even smelled brand new, which was a stark contrast from the dumpster that it was unfortunately found in. "Who throws a brand new pair of sneakers?" he asked himself, turning it over. The blue color, matched with the yellow outline really made the shoes stand out. It had embellishments at the side that looked somewhat archaic, giving the footwear a distinct and striking presence. He turned the shoes over but wasn't able to find any familiar branding marks on it. This pair of shoes were probably custom made.

"Huh," Crisp said to himself. He took another glance around in his area and saw that, still, he was alone. "Well..." He looked at the shoes, and after a moment of hesitation, grabbed the other pair and stuffed it into his backpack. "There's no point in putting these great shoes to waste." Crisp wasn't one to dumpster dive himself. But this was too good of an opportunity to pass up! When and where else would you find free shoes that were as brand spanking new as these ones? With a smile on his face, he zipped up his bag and began to head out.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a faint white glow that briefly surrounded the pair of sneakers that he now had in his bag, that then faded back into nothingness. A swirl of white briefly illuminating the archaic symbols before dissipating. It would seem that the sneaker was more than meets the eye.

It was a couple of minutes or so later when Crisp arrived at his own apartment. As he opened the door, he saw one of his roommates, a blue dragon, seemingly preparing to leave off for the evening. "Oh hey, Crisp," he said, acknowledging him.

"Oh hey man," he answered back. The wusky noted the dragon's getup. It looked like he was going to head out to go to a party. "You going out for the evening?"

The dragon nodded. "Yeppers. Got invited to a birthday party by a friend of mine. I'd personally prefer to just instead play videogames but decided, why the hell not."

"Ahh, gotcha," the wusky said. "By the way," he asked. "You know that dumpster down by the alleyway?"

Everyone who lived in the household was aware of the shortcut and so the dragon knew what he was talking about. "Yeah? What about it?"

"Was someone there earlier today...?" Crisp asked. He stopped himself from continuing his sentence. He wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to reveal the fact that he found some brand new sneakers from a dumpster nearby.

"Uh...no?" The dragon responded. "Not that I know of, why do you ask?"

Crisp shook his head. "It's nothing. I just thought of something stupid." He waved a hand dismissively at his friend. "Forget I said anything." He instead smiled at the dragon. "You go have fun out there."

The dragon stood up and made his way to the door. "I will. Have a good night."

A few moments later, Crisp found himself standing alone by the front door as his roommate closed it behind him. Having the whole apartment to himself, the silence was deafening, but it was comforting. It was nice to have some peace and quiet after a tiring day, and going through the buzz that was the city. The wusky made a beeline towards the side opening the door to be welcomed by the familiar sight that was his bedroom. It was the same just as he left it the earlier that day, messy, and chaotic. Clothes were strewn about. There was a bunch of newly washed pile of shirts stacked atop his chair. A blue underwear was lying on his desk, covering his keyboard. It was all over the place, but it was what made it his own. He wouldn't have had it any other way.

The wusky then began to settle himself in, tossing his backpack towards the bed which landed with a bouncy touchdown before settling in at the nook of his pillows. He then began to undress into something more comfortable--which was nothing but his underwear. He was home alone. With his roommate not going to be home in a few hours, he could walk the house nude if he wanted to! But he wasn't going to go that far. However, instead of taking of his socks, he opted to keep them in, as he remembered that he still had those shoes inside his bag.

Crisp walked over to his pack and took out the athletic footwear. It still looked great as he remembered it. It was definitely hard to imagine that the thing came from a dumpster. It really didn't smell at all! He thought he was imagining things earlier, but in reality, the shoes really did smell brand new. Like it came straight out of the factory, and was just put on display. He placed it on the ground and slipped his foot in. To his surprise, it fit like a glove. It fit his feet firmly and securely, like it was made just for him. "Huh," Crisp remarked. He strapped on the second one, and stood up. The sneakers were comfortable, probably better then the one he currently owned. "This can't have been thrown away. This is way too great to just be thrown in the dumpster."

He walked over to the mirror and checked to see how he looked while wearing them. Standing as his reflection was the wusky's full body in view. Fit, with a few traces of fat was probably the description the fur could give himself without being a bit too biased. He traced a hand across his forehead, the black fur ruffling slightly in the process. There was a tuft of white fur knotted on his chest, to which Crisp had to take some time to untangle. It was probably because of the shirt he was wearing.

His yellow underwear was a stark contrast against his white fur, and hugged his package comfortably. He smiled at himself as he idly groped his crotch. His attention eventually went to the greatest find he had of the evening. The shoes looked great on him. It gave him the appearance of a sports athlete, like a basketball player. He did some steps with the shoes on, followed by a jump, and a brief running in place. Perfect, was the only word that came to mind. Perfect, stylish, comfortable and best of all, it came with the price of free. It couldn't get any better then this!

Crisp smiled to himself. "Hm, might as well get used to these shoes." He figured he'd break the shoes in by walking in them. The wusky then began to make his way out of his room. Dinner wasn't going to cook itself unfortunately. Unbeknownst to the fur however, was the shoes beginning to faintly light up once again. The light trailed around the shoes, an eerie, wispy, white trail of dream like smoke emanated from it. It was subtle however. You would only see it if you knew where to look.

This supernatural lightshow flew past Crisp has he walked around the kitchen, whipping something up for himself to eat. He opened the fridge, and momentarily passed, wondering what he was going to cook. "I could either cook or just order some takeout..." he told himself, looking at his options inside the fridge. Eventually, the fur decided to just whip something from the leftovers they had. He wasn't really keen on putting on clothes at the moment.

A few minutes later, Crisp sat himself on the couch, comfortably rested on the nook of the furniture, Netflix turned on and playing something in front of him. His feet was propped up on the table, his brand new sneakers illuminated every now and then by the bright flashes on screen. As the fur continued to watch his entertainment upfront, the paranormal activity coming from his new found footwear was beginning to increase. Again, it subtly lit up, but this time, the eerie white gas formed into that of a ghostly hand. It was barely visible as it trailed a hand across Crisp's leg, in a manner that looked like it was caressing it.

Crisp responded by shifting his position, brushing it off as maybe a bug just got into his fur or whatever. The hand backed off and slunked back into shoes. There would be more chances later. Right now though, the mysterious entity had other...more sinister plans. The shoes began to glow slightly, emanating an unnatural aura that started from Crisp's shoes, and began to crawl up the fur's legs.

The wusky was unaware of all of this, his attention solely focused on the show he was watching at the current moment. It was a drama about a high school fur, trying to fit in, all the while severely in the closet. It was a plight he was familiar with, and thus it kept his attention as he watched the poor old fur try to navigate the hellscape that was high school. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position as the drama on screen continued onwards.

Time continued forward as Crisp had the house all to himself. He ate dinner quietly, the bowl of leftovers he managed to scour from the refrigerator proving tasty enough to get him through the evening. Eventually, the night came calling and the wusky found himself yawning. With a quick glance at his phone, he saw that it was getting quite late and decided to turn in for the evening. Crisp wordlessly stood up, stretching in place, before grabbing the empty bowl of food he had and bringing it to the kitchen. He dumped it into the sink, telling himself that he'd just clean it the next day. It was Future Crisps's problem. The wusky then made a beeline to go back upstairs, and back to his room, wondering about the problems tomorrow would bring.

After doing the usual nightly routines, of freshening up before bed--brushing his teeth and whatnot--the wusky eventually retreated his room, tired, and wanting to get some decent sleep. He sat at the edge of the bed, and knelt down. He smiled, glancing at the brand new sneakers he was now a proud owner of. While the mystery of who was the previous owner of the sneakers, and why it was even in the dumpster to begin with, still lingered in his mind, it was now slowly becoming a thing of the past. He was beginning to accept the fact that it didn't matter and just had to accept that he was at the right place at the right time. Either way, he shrugged and began to untie the shoelaces. A few minutes after, he swung his feet across the mattress, and rested his back on the bed.

His body sunk into the comfortable mattress, and almost immediately, he could feel a haze of sleepiness wash over him. The wusky closed his eyes, and eventually drifted off into a dream filled sleep.

The wusky never dreamed, or at least, he did but he didn't remember it. If in the off chance he did remember, it would be in bits and pieces. In his dreams, sometimes he'd be an adventurer scouring unmapped locations, trying to find the secrets they hide. Others times, he'd be a superhero. A strong, powerful, yet morally righteous hero who would fly above the skylines, watching over the normal folk down below. He'd come face to face with his arch nemesis, a demonic void made up of seemingly unfinished school work that was hell bent on ruining the fun people had in fun city. It was all just brazen nonsense. The type of typical things one would expect from a brain whose mental faculties have been shut down to the bare minimum.

That was the typical fair.

Tonight however, was the start of something different.

Crips dreamed that he was in school. He just found himself walking the halls, minding his own business. The sun was shining through the windows, and everyone he passed by were happy, talking with one another, and just generally having a pleasant day. He rounded the corner and entered a classroom. A teacher stood by the whiteboard, writing something he couldn't quite decipher. It wasn't that he couldn't read it, just that it was literally a smudge of blur, like his mind was still buffering that particular detail. Either way, he approached the teacher, which he eventually recognized as a tall, muscular bull. Last Crisp checked, he didn't have a bull on campus, but that particular detail wasn't really important at the moment.

"Sir," he said, calling the attention of the bull.

The bull stopped writing and turned around to face him. To his surprise, the bull was naked. The wusky had to blink just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. But his eyes weren't lying to him. The bull was naked as the day he was born. He could see every single detail on the bull's physique. Well defined arms, a chest that would make any bodybuilder jealous, and an overall charm that could only be acquired by being the owner of a body that was dripping with raw sex appeal. He wanted to turn away, give the bull some privacy for being indecent, but that part of him was quickly silenced. He was just eating this bull up, eyes ogling every part of him. His eyes were about to dart down past the bull's chest when the bull answered, causing him to look back up.

"Yes, Crisp?" he asked, a warm smile on his face. The bull was acting as if being naked was the norm. Then his eyes caught attention on what the wusky was holding. "Ah, thank you, Crisp. I appreciate you bringing me these files."

Files? Crisp looked down to see himself holding a bunch of folders. "Ah, y-yes," he said, handing them over. The wusky was still trying to get over the fact that he was staring naked at probably one of the hottest persons he had ever seen.

The bull went over to his desk and plopped the folders onto it like it wasn't really that important. The action allowed Crisp to glance at the bull's naked ass, and it was probably the hottest thing he had ever seen. It was well toned, and it looked like a deity itself sculpted it with their bare hands. He then turned back to look at Crisp. This time, the wusky was able to glance at what the bull was packing between his legs, and he nearly had a heart attack. His teacher on the other hand was completely oblivious to his student's reaction. "It would seem everyone has already paired up. It looks like you'll be pairing with me for this session, Crisp."

"P-paired up?"

As if being able to hear for the very first time, sound came rushing to Crisp. The sound of lewd moans and lustful cries of pleasure filled his ears as he turned around. The previously empty classroom he was in earlier was now filled with people of his age, fucking one another. It was a display of hedonism and debauchery at levels he had never seen before. There were guys on girls, girls on girls, and even guys on guys. Anyone and everyone was accounted for. Every hole was filled and every hand was either grabbing a dick, or a boob, or at times both. It was admittedly surreal to see. The board in front of him, which was bare and barren earlier, was now filled to the brim with different imagery. Various pictures of sexual positions were on display, coupled with sexual displays of every kind. The word SEX was spelled out in bold letters, and was seemingly alive itself.

Crisp was at a loss for words. His throat dried up and he found himself unable to speak. But that didn't matter. A cute sound escaped his lips as he felt someone press up behind him. "We wouldn't want to be left behind, don't we?" the voice whispered into his ears. It tickled his shoulders, making his entire body shiver. A large hand reached around, and Crisp moaned. "Hard, and already leaking," the bull whispered into him. "That's why you're my favorite student, Crisp."

Then, as if by an unnatural force, his school uniform began to glow. Crisp watched as the buttons of his uniform began to undo themselves, taking them off one by one. The wusky was too confused and baffled to even react. He heard his zipper undo itself, and he gasped upon finding himself exposed. His undershirt and pants slid themselves off, followed by his underwear stripping itself off him. His underwear actually got briefly caught by his erect member, which was eventually fixed by one mighty tug by a seemingly invisible force. His rigid member bobbed back and forth on the rebound.

A large thick hand grasped his erect cock, and began to gently stroke it. A bead of pre escaped the lips of his cock, punctuated by a low moan. "There we go...just like that..." The feeling on his hands were unlike anything had felt in the entire world. Crisp's eyes threatened to roll back into his head just from the sheer pleasure of it all. He closed his eyes, trying to control himself. His heartbeat was quickening. It was threatening to bust out of his chest. Crisp leaned back, grabbing onto whatever was near to him for support.

He opened his eyes once more and was greeted by a beautiful sight. The bull had magically transferred placed, and was now kneeling in front of him. He had his mouth open, and was practically servicing Crisp's bobbing cock. The bull's tongue flicked back and forth, playing and teasing with the stiff member. Beads of pre began to leak from the tip, dripping downwards. But the bull didn't want to waste any of the precious, and sweet tasting fluid. He wanted all of it. The bull opened his mouth, and enveloped Crisp's cock in its entirety. The wusky took a sharp intake of air. This bull was sucking on his cock as if his entire life depended on it. "Holy fuck..." This was surreal. This was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

If this was a dream, the wusky wished he would never wake up from it.

But it was a dream, and things were radically different in the real world.

Be it from the sheer shock of reaching peak orgasm, or something else entirely, the haze of stupor that coated Crisp washed away. The wusky awoke in bed, sweaty and completely out of breath. His eyes blinked open, his vision slowly coming back to him. He entire body was shaking, his heart racing like a madman. That was by far one of the most vivid dreams he had ever had. For a moment, Crips laid in bed, mind and body still reeling at what had just occurred to him. That was when something tipped him off. He glanced downwards to see his erection pointed straight up rigidly, hardest he had ever felt it in his entire life. By some force his yellow underwear was off of him and had been pulled down to his legs, exposing him completely. His cock was dripping pre all over, soaking his crotch entirely.

"Fuck, I need to cum..." he said to himself.

His balls felt full, and his entire cock felt sore. He just wanted sweet release.

That was when something unexpected occurred. At first Crisp thought he was still dreaming, but when he felt the hand touch his cock, he realized that he wasn't at all. A ghostly, wispy smoke began to form around his cock, taking the shape of an ethereal hand, and grasped it. It was a confusing feeling, being both warm, yet lifelessly cold at the same time. He would have screamed in horror if it wasn't for the fact that it felt unrealistically good. "What...the...fuck...?" he asked, through bated breath, watching the supernatural hand stroke him off.

"Relax..." came an ethereal voice out of nowhere. It made the fur on his back stand on end, but shockingly, no sense of panic or worry washed over Crisp. Whether this was something he should be concerned about was something that entered the wusky's mind, but quickly placed at the back of his head. At the current moment, he just wanted to cum. Besides, the ghostly figure that was now taking form in front of him seemed...relatively harmless. "I'm not going to hurt you..." came its voice. Crisp glanced at him and realized it was an otter. His form was barely present but he could tell he was a guy. "I just enjoy making people cum...and so far...you've been a great audience..."

Crisp's brow rose, but ultimately the wusky deferred, shrugging and laying back. He grabbed a pillow to lean on and let the ghost do the working for him. "Go right ahead," he said through quick breaths.

The ghost began to start his stroking once more, grabbing hold of Crisp's cock with his ethereal hand. It was a literal out of body experience, watching a ghostly hand go up and down his stiff rod. It was exciting to say the least. Crisp laid back down, closing his eyes. "This might help..." The ghost said and began using his free hand to form and cast arcane signs in the air. It glowed faintly before disappearing into a wispy smoke. The magic washed over Crisp, and his body was lulled into feeling like he was half asleep. His vision blurred once more, and cleared a few seconds later to show him back to the familiar school setting he was in earlier.

The studly bull was back once again, working tirelessly on his cock. He was on his knees, spreading apart Crisp's legs to get more access to his now rigid cock. This time however, he felt a cool tender lick coming from his backside, and Crisp let out a mewl moan. He wasn't able to turn his head to see who was rimming him, but whoever it was, he was amazing at it. The dreamy bull continued his ministrations taking all of his cock down his throat. It was surreal. The bull's throat was tight and warm, seemingly like the perfect hole for him. The person behind him was working with equal fervor, tongue attacking his backside with both tenderness and eagerness. The wusky was feeling pleasures he never knew he could feel before. He could never achieve something like this with his usual masturbation sessions. Crisp felt his limit building. He wanted to have this last forever. Beads of pre began to escape his tip, and it was quickly taken cared off by the bovine. A jolt of pleasure escaped him, he cried out. "Gah!! I can't...take it...anymore!"

The dreamy haze he was in broke and he found himself lying back once again on his bed. The ghost that was taking care of his cock was holding it gingerly in his hand. "It's okay...let it all out..." He began his strokes once more and Crisp arched his back as he convulsed. His breathing increased and his cock went rigid. In a few seconds, he began to cum. Spurt upon spurt of white hot cum escaped his cock, racing up high into the air before landing back onto him on the bed, making a complete mess of himself.

It matted his fur, mixing with the sweat that was dripping from his body. His entire ejaculation lasted for what seemed like minutes, his balls giving it all it had. After it was all said and done, Crisp laid spent and he felt empty inside. That was probably the strongest orgasm he had in his entire life. Sleepiness washed over him, and he felt like he wanted to just pass out right then and there. But the schlick sounds coming from his cock kept him awake. The ghost that was the source of his arousal was still around, playing with his now deflating cock. "That was awesome," he said idly stroking the wusky's cock. Crisp took a sharp intake of breath. He was still sensitive after all. "I haven't seen an orgasm like that in quite a long time."

"Really now...?" Crisp wasn't expecting to be complimented by a ghost of all things for his sexual stamina, but he was going to take it anyway.

"Yeah, the last person I was with couldn't hold a candle to that mess you made," the ghost answered back, smiling at him. "I want to see you make more."

Crisp gulped. "...more?" He wasn't exactly even sure if he could even get it back up again. "But why exactly?"

"Because I love making people cum!" the ghost answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "It's always nice to see people at the throes of pleasure, and you by far have been the funnest I've had the pleasure of dealing with. Now we need to get to Round 2!" the ghost answered back.

"As much as that would be exciting, I'm not exactly reloaded yet, you know?" Crisp reasoned. His cock laid flat on its side, completely deflated and lack of life.

"Oh, don't worry about that!" The ghost answered back. Before Crisp could even ask what he was doing, arcane looking symbols appeared in front of the ghost as he casted an incantation. It broke off into wispy smoke, and immediately Crisp felt the effects. His entire body started heating up, like he was having a fever. But instead of feeling sickly and pale, he was being rejuvenated. What was more interesting, was the fact that burning desire began to rage inside of him.

The desire to cum.

He felt his cock rise to the attention, quickly becoming erect and rigid. He had never felt this hard before in his entire life. It was borderline painful at this point. "What the fuck..." he groaned, feeling his cock squirt a healthy dose of pre. It made the ghost in front of him smile in glee.

"There we go..." the ghost said, taking hold of his throbbing cock once more. "I love making you cum. I love those cute noises you do!"

Crisp laid back down, horny and completely worked up. His entire body jolted, his frame shaking in the bed as he felt wave after wave of pleasure crash into him. He was hyper stimulated, the jerking motion coming from his cock too much to bear. All he could do was cry out, at the mercy of the ghost that was toying with him.

That was when he heard the sound of someone knocking on his door. He managed to break through the haze of lust to see light spilling underneath the wooden frame. Someone was standing behind it. "Crisp...?" came out a voice. The wusky gulped. It was his roommate! "Are you okay in there?" his roommate asked, sounding clearly tired and exhausted.

"Y-yeah...!" Crisp answered, doing his best to stifle a moan. The ghost was still working on his cock like his entire life depended on it.

"Oh, okay...I was just hearing voices and I was wondering if everything was alright," his roommate answered. "I just got back. You should have come, man!"

Crisp wanted to cum right then and there, but for whatever reason, he was unable to. The ghost was probably controlling his limit to an extent. He gripped the side of the sheets to try and steady himself. He didn't want to arouse any suspicion.

"I'm...fine!" he answered, glaring at the ghost who was plainly ignoring him at this point. "It was uh...it was...a video," Crisp continued. He had to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from groaning.

"Uh huh...well, if you're going to jerk off, just keep it down, alright?"

The wusky smiled wryly. His cheeks flushed at embarrassment. He was normally flustered at this sort of thing, but he honestly had more pressing matters to attend to. "Sure thing." Crisp waited for the shadow to disappear, and sure enough it did. Once he knew he was out of earshot, he let out a long drawn out moan, courtesy of his phantom wanker. A shot of pre escaped his tip, hitting the bare wall. It dripped down, leaving a mess entirely. "Fuck..."

"Just a little bit more now," the ghost cooed, still continuing to stroke his cock. His hand moved up and down the rigid member, now soaked with pre. The lewd sounds of wet cock echoed lightly in the room. Crisp felt another hand play with his balls, tenderly squeezing and tugging at it. His senses were being assaulted and his mind was being overwhelmed. It was slowly becoming too much for him.

Crisp laid back down, once again feeling his limit fast approaching. This was unreal. This was probably the first time he experienced cumming twice in such rapid succession. To say that he didn't like it would have been an understatement. He would have preferred it to have been a normal experience however. Either way, he felt his breathing pick up, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. His heart beat like a tribal drum in his chest. His face flushed red as he was reaching his limit. The wusky gripped the bedsheets, the white on his knuckles showing. He let out a long drawn out cry as he felt his cock throb painfully.

"Fuck...I can't take it anymore!"

The ghost grinned to himself, preparing himself to watch the lurid display before him.

Crisp's eyes rolled to the back of his skull, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw stars. Jolts of pleasure raced through his spine like electricity. The ghost was rewarded for his efforts of stroking him by shot after shot of fresh wusky cum.

Each spurt was in time with the beat of his heart. Crisp's balls worked overtime, emptying themselves once again for all they were worth. It was even beginning to be painful to cum, but the pleasure overrode it immediately. Crisp's cock shot every load it had, this time being more powerful than before. A shot of his cum actually hit the ceiling and stayed there. Eventually however, he was left completely used and spent, the remains of the contents of his balls just dribbling out at this point. "Holy fuck...!" Crisp muttered under his voice.

"Damn, Crisp, you are amazing," the ghost said, looking at the mess the wusky made. "You're definitely better than the previous guy I was with."

Crisp just let out a pained groan. After all this excitement, he just wanted to rest.

The ghost took note of the wusky's tired affair, and decided to lay off. "Well that was fun, Crisp. Let's do that again next time, alright?"

"Next time...?" Crisp asked, balking at the thought of doing this. He felt like he gave those two orgasms his entire life and soul. He wondered if he'd even live enough to wake up the next day! He felt like he wouldn't need to cum for quite a long time after all this.

The ghost didn't answer but instead began to fade away. Crisp watched as the ethereal being dissipated, going back to where it came from. It was back to the sneakers he found earlier that day. Crisp blinked, watching as the footwear glowed an eerie color of white, before fading back into nothing, acting as if it was any other ordinary piece of shoes.

"What the fuck did I just pick up...?" he asked himself, staring at the shoes. The last thing he expected after picking up a random pair of shoes at the dumpster was a ghost who seemed heavily invested in making him cum. Whoever heard of a ghost wanting to make people cum anyway? Or was this a brand new style of haunting?

Either way, Crisp tried to sit up, but that was when everything came at him like a truck. Whatever the ghost was doing stopped, and exhaustion, exertion and everything else in between came at him all at once. Crisp wanted to clean himself off the mess he had made but his body was unable to comply. He just passed out right then and there, falling this time into a dreamless sleep. As the wusky went back to a sleep he would later realize was the best sleep of his life, the shoes that had now tied itself to his feet began to glow. The blue and yellow sneakers lit up with mystery, showing that the ghost was well within inside.

"We'll definitely do this again next time, Crisp," echoed the voice of the ghost.

Then, it began to fade away, returning back to normal.

Only tomorrow knew what the next day had to offer, but the ghost already had a few things in mind for his new plaything.

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**Author's Notes:

My first ever commission of the year 2019. I hope you guys like it.**