Ghost entered the Ancestral Mound, and looked around for the Snail Shaman. They had come to the Crossroads to look for grubs, but they decided to stop by the Mound while they were in the area.

In all honesty, they hoped that the Shaman had a new spell to give to them. The first spell he had taught Ghost had been a lifesaver more times than they could count. The challenges ahead of them were only getting steeper, and they needed new tools. Getting a new spell like that would make their journey much less difficult. They would just have to be looking out for any new tricks, like the Baldur incident.

When they entered the antechamber, they saw something unexpected. The Snail Shaman was standing in the center of the room, surrounded by plushies on all sides. The plushies appeared to be modeled after different beasts of the Crossroads. There was a TikTik, a Vengefly, and even an Ancient Baldur.

The Snail Shaman was overjoyed when he saw Ghost. “Oho! You’ve arrived with perfect timing, little one!”

Ghost looked around the room, observing the many plushies the Shaman had collected. “Ohohohoho! I bet you’re wondering why I’ve collected so many plushies since we last met!” The Shaman was absolutely beaming. He had discovered something big, Ghost could tell.

“Let me tell you, my little friend, that these are not ordinary plushies! They, one and all, used to be bugs!”

Ghost was confused.

“Oho! I see you’re confused. See, this is a new spell of my own making. It’s capable of taking living creatures, and transmogrifying them into a more…” He lifted one of the Tiktik plushies from the ground, and held it out to Ghost “…manageable form.”

Ghost flinched back. This spell… turned its victims inanimate?

“Yes, this spell turns its victims inanimate!” Ghost couldn’t tell if the Shaman had read their mind or just lucked into saying that. “It should work on just about anything, as long as you have the SOUL and strength to overpower your foes will! Ohoho!”

“And I want to pass it onto you! Oho! Go on and take it!” The spell appeared in the air. Ghost stepped back, understandably a bit paranoid of the Shaman.

“Don’t worry, little one! Nothing bad will happen to you if you take it!”

It sounded useful. But also terrifying. The ability to incapacitate almost any foe sounded great. But what did this do to the victims? Could they still think? Still feel? Is so, wouldn’t it be far more merciful to just cut them down, instead of trapping them forever?

Still, Ghost needed every bit of help they could get on this journey. So they jumped up and grasped the spell.

They blacked out. But when they awoke this time, it was in the antechamber, and not behind a locked gate.

“Ohohohohohohoho! You’re going to love this spell, little one! I promise you’ll have no regrets over it.”

Ghost started at the Shaman, inquisitive. The Shaman stood confidently for a moment, before continuing.

“Oho! While you’re here, I may as well explain a few things. The plushies can still think and feel, but they can’t move or act on their own! They become your own little plaything! Here, you use it like this.”

The Snail Shaman led Ghost through a short training exercise, showing them how to use the spell. There wasn’t anything living around to use the spell on – the Shaman had already used everything in the immediate vicinity – but they were still able to cast the first part of the spell.

You focused on what you wanted to transform, and sent out a white ray of light that connected to your target. After that, as long as you were strong enough, and your will was certain enough, the spell would do the rest.

They practiced for around an hour, and Ghost emerged from the training certain they were never going to use this spell. It crossed a line with them that they would never cross.

So they thought.

As Ghost turned to leave the Mound, the Shaman shouted after them, “Oho! Enjoy yourself out there, my little friend!”

Ghost moved into Greenpath. They cut down any infected bugs that crossed their path, but refused to use the plush spell. They wouldn’t use it, they told themselves.

They entered the room where they first fought Hornet, and heard the gate slam shut behind them. In an instant, Hornet descended from above, landing in front of Ghost. They knew what this meant.

“We meet once more, Little Ghost.” Hornet stood still, needle ready. “I’ve been watching your progress through this haunted Kingdom, and I have judged that you must be tested once more.” She lowered herself into a battle stance.

“I will not allow a weak Vessel to break the seals. To do so would spell Hallownest’s doom. If you wish to prove that you can truly handle the burden of the-”

Ghost wasn’t listening. Internally, they were caught at a crossroads. Should they use the transformation spell on Hornet, or not? On the one hand, it would be nice to explore Hallownest without having to worry about Hornet ambushing them like this. Ghost wanted to slay the Dreamers and perhaps find a way to stop the Infection for good, and Hornet was unarguably an obstacle in the way of that goal.

On the other hand, could they do something so terrible to her? Something that violated all of her freedoms, stripped her of all of her liberty? Something that would violate her physical form, forever reducing her into nothing more than a plush?

Ghost was weighing towards the former when Hornet tossed her needle at them. Ghost panicked, fumbled out of the way, and instinctively used the spell they had been practicing with the Snail Shaman.

A white beam of light extended from Ghost’s chest. Before Hornet had a chance to dodge, it hit her straight in the midsection. Hornet tried to move, but found herself frozen in the beginning of a dodge never to be completed. She tried to move any part of herself, but was only able to get her mouth to comply. “What is this, Little Ghost?” Anger ran deep in her voice.

“This paralysis spell of yours won’t hold me long. You won’t be escaping this duel so easily-” Hornet was cut off by the feeling of her body being lifted into the air. What… what was this spell? It was like nothing she’d seen. Was it just for show? To throw her off her game?

When she was a few feet off the ground, Hornet’s body started moving of its own accord. Her legs straightened into a still standing position, and her arms fell to her sides. It looked like she was casually standing in the air. Hornet was filled with a mix of intense anger and terror. It reminded her of the Infection, how it made people act the way the Radiance wanted it to. The way it removed one’s own will. To Hornet, this spell was no longer just a cowardly way of avoiding conflict, it was an active insult to her very being.

“Enjoy this cute charade while it lasts, Ghost,” Hornet growled. “When I’m free from this, I’m going to cut you down without remorse.”

Ghost had been thinking of cutting the spell off, of letting Hornet free. Their initial use of the spell had been driven purely by instinct, not personal animosity. But the anger in Hornet’s voice made it clear that letting her go was no longer an option. If let free, Hornet would come at them with everything she had, and wouldn’t stop until either she or the Knight was dead.

The Knight was fully decided on a path now. They were going to transform Hornet into a plush. At this resolution, the spell seemed to gain an entirely new level of power, the white beam of light between Hornet and Ghost growing threefold.

That was when Hornet felt herself growing smaller. Her legs and arms were losing their long lengths, her midsection was becoming shorter and chunkier. Hornet was filled with icy terror. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?” She cried. Her body was being violated, being changed forever without her consent. She couldn’t even understand what was happening to her, but she would soon see.

Ghost was entirely focused on the transmogrification spell. It was taking everything out of them, but they were certain they could complete it now.

Hornet started yelling insults and derision at her sibling, mind overcome with a rage incomprehensibly intense. “YOU PATHETIC COWARD! YOU’RE NO BETTER THAN THAT ANCIENT LIGHT!” Hornet was now roughly half the size of Ghost.

That’s when Hornet lost the feeling in the bottom of her legs. She felt that she no longer had any control over them, that they were somehow… unliving. An animalistic scream of terror escaped her mouth, echoing out into the wilds beyond. Her rage was so intense that it almost overcame Ghost’s will, allowing her to thrash her head every which way. “I’LL KILL YOU! YOU DISGUSTING MONSTER-”

Hornet was cut off by the sight of what her legs had turned into. She saw that her legs were no longer her own, that they no longer felt alive, because they had been transformed into plush legs. She felt this sensation of loss creep past her legs, and move towards her chest. She was being transformed into a plush.

Hornet was overcome by a fear so deep and primal that, for just a few seconds, it robbed her of her will to fight. She looked up, caught Ghost’s eyes, and simply asked, “Little Ghost… why?” Her lapse of will lasted only a few seconds, but it created an opening for the spell to rapidly ascend her up body.

As she realized her mistake, Hornet let out one final cry of terror. The cry was silenced as her entire body, including her vocal chords, were transmogrified. Hornet felt her head fill as she blacked out.

But the Snail Shaman had not been so nice as to have the spell entirely extinguish its victims. Hornet, after a few moments, awoke. She had no control over her own body. She couldn’t breathe, but felt no need to. For a moment, she wondered where she was and what had happened to her.

Then she saw Ghost, and was filled with anger. She tried to yell at them, but found herself unable to do so. Then she remembered. Then her head was filled with a scream of fear that only she could hear.

Ghost walked over to their new plush. Now that the spell was over with, they were confident they had made the right choice. Hornet needed to be dealt with. And now she would never be able to bother them again. Ever.

But there was something else about the spell that pleased them. It was the control it gave them over Hornet. They had felt something… deeper while watching Hornet scream and struggle as she was turned into a plush. And it was a something they felt much more keenly now, seeing her reduced to nothing but a plush, entirely at their mercy.

That control, that power, that dominance… what was this feeling taking hold inside of them? Ghost had felt it before, but never this strongly. A warmth filled their loins as their cock emerged from its slit. Ghost had played with themselves plenty of times before – one does get lonely in the lands outside Hallownest – but this felt different. It was an intensity of feeling they were not used to. They wanted to stoke this feeling, build it into something greater.

They looked at Hornet, and knew what they must do. Hornet belonged to them now. She was their plush.

Hornet looked on in unadulterated dread. Her own torment, her own physical and spiritual rape, had excited Ghost? She tried to scream out again, but couldn’t. It took her a moment to realize what Ghost was planning to do with her, but once she realized, her mind went blank with disgust, shock, and fear. What was this creature? Who could do this to their own sister?

Ghost got on their knees, lurching over Hornet. Ghost’s cock was slightly shorter than the plush. They laid it on top of Hornet to compare. Hornet felt Ghost’s cock pressed against her, and wanted to retch. Ghost was certain now that it would all fit in. But before that, however…

Ghost rubbed their shaft up and down Hornet’s body. The feeling of her plush brushing against their cock was overwhelming. Ghost started jacking themselves while rubbing against Hornet.

Hornet wanted to cry. She wanted to scream, shout, do anything. But she couldn’t. She could only watch and feel as Ghost ground their dick against her.

The Knight was overcome with pleasure. Each rub against Hornet sent a surge of fire through their cock. Each movement they made against the shaft with their hands sent them into a heavenly bliss. Ghost picked up their pace, thrusting against Hornet faster, hands working the shaft quicker.

Rubbing faster and faster, Ghost felt their own orgasm coming. They were making full, wild thrusts against her now, running the entirety of the cock over her small form.

Hornet cried out internally for Herrah. For the Weavers. For anyone.

But no one answered.

Ghost was on the verge of exploding now, and they felt it. Their thrusts fell as quick as lightning across the plush. With one final heavenly push, they came, cock directed at Hornet’s face.

White fire filled Ghost’s entire body and soul. This orgasmic bliss was like nothing they had ever felt. Still jacking themselves off, they came time after time on Hornet, drowning her face in sticky cum. Hornet was their literal toy now. She would attack them and bother them no longer. They existed for their express pleasure, and they planned to use her like this every day.

The orgasm rocked over Ghost, each moment bringing a new spasm of crazy pleasure. Ghost threw their head back, not even looking at how they were drowning Hornet in cum.

Hornet’s mind couldn’t even process what was happening to her anymore. It was too terrible for words. Too disgusting for her mind to comprehend. She could only cry meekly in her mind as the cum soaked into her.

But as Ghost finished their first orgasm, they realized that they were not done. Hornet felt herself be lifted as Ghost brushed the cum from her face. Then, they examined the area under her dress. No, Hornet thought. Anything but that.

There was a slit in the place where Hornet’s cunt would normally be. Ghost beamed. The Snail Shaman had thought of everything when designing this spell. The slit was designed to accommodate the parts of the spells user, so it was just big enough for Ghost to slide into. Ghost placed the plush back on the ground, facing up.

They got down on their knees. Ghost grabbed their still rock-hard cock, and led it to the entrance of the slit with one hand. With the other, they held the plush still.

Hornet was sobbing internally now. She was thinking, “No… please. Ghost, I’m sorry. Please let me go…”

But no one could hear her cry.

Ghost inserted their cock all at once. Hornet felt her entire body being filled with their siblings dick. Hornet was their literal cocksleeve now, and Ghost was planning on using her to the fullest extent.

Ghost pulled back and slammed again. And again. And again. Then they fell on the plush in rapid thrusts, grabbing it with both hands as they plowed away at it. The sides of the plush hugged them gently yet firmly, making each thrust a new delight.

They were bucking away at her like a wild animal. They would have screamed and cried with pleasure if they had a voice. The pleasure they got, not just out of fucking Hornet, but out of the power they held over her, was unlike anything else they had ever experienced.

Thrust after thrust after thrust landed on Hornet’s plush cunt. Each one filled her past what she felt was her breaking point. She felt like she was going to split apart.

Ghost kept pounding, feeling an orgasm approach. They looked down at Hornet, stroked her face with one hand as their thrusts fell on her like blows in battle. Ghost wondered sardonically if this proved to her that they were powerful enough to handle the Kingdom’s fate.
Hornet wasn’t thinking of anything like that, however. She was crying. The rape of her person, body, and soul was complete. She realized that her life was over. This was her existence from now on, being a fleshlight for her own horny sibling. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t cry.

Ghost pulled out of Hornet one last time, feeling that they were about to cum. Then, they fell on her with a single blow carrying a weight heavier than any that came before. They came. Their cum immediately filled Hornet, the plush becoming heavy with the cum of her sibling. Then they thrust again, cumming a second time. Then a third time. And a fourth.

And on it went for what seemed like hours. Hornet’s entire being, body, and soul was filled with the cum of her sibling. Ghost just kept on bucking, filling Hornet with more and more cum. It seeped out of the plush onto the grounds below. A puddle of cum formed below Hornet and Ghost. The Knight couldn’t even think now. They were entirely filled with the pleasure they got out of fucking Hornet like this. Out of owning her like this.

Hornet’s mind had temporarily stopped working. It refused to process this. It couldn’t process this. It couldn’t accept that this was the rest of her life. Being used as a plush cumdump for the Knight.

After what felt like hours, the Knight finally finished cumming. Hornet was multiple pounds heavier with the cum Ghost had pumped into her. It seeped into every part of her being. For a moment, Ghost was worried that they had ruined their plush. But then they remembered the hot spring in the Forgotten Crossroads, very closeby.

Ghost ran so quick with their plush that they were there in what seemed like only a minute. Ghost washed their plush thoroughly. The Snail Shaman hadn’t been lying when they said that cleaning one of the plushies was as simple as washing it in water.

Hornet’s mind returned to her while Ghost was cleaning her out. She was happy, for a moment, to be free of that vile cum that had filled her being. But as Ghost dried her off, using their cloak as a towel, Hornet was filled with a new wave of terror. Ghost was just going to rape her. Again and again. And all they had to do to clean her every time was just run her under some water. She would never be free.

Ghost looked down at Hornet. They picked her up, gave her a stare that declared ownership, and gingerly slipped her into one of the pockets on the inside of their cloak.

They had to get moving now. But they would have fun with their plush again sometime soon. Very soon.