Welcome to Filthville

-CHAPTER ONE-

Whistling a pleasant tune to himself Mathew had a particular bounce in his step this morning. It was the in the heat of June and today his alarm woke him up. Not because he had work today but had to set out in a few hours to catch a train. Managing to probably put aside more PTO for this than he may have initially wanted for this, but he didn’t have to use it all if he wanted when the website made trading tickets relatively easy anyways. 

He scratched his bedridden brown hair some, thick and veiny cock dangling between his calves, swaying with the human’s gait to the bathroom. A all-too-familiar rumble of his stomach announcing said bathroom erupting into pure chaos when those ample ass cheeks parted revealing a huge, bloated pucker that became pried wide open from the sheer force of the flatulence the echoed off the walls able to be heard clear outside. This being letting it out as quietly as he could not to disturb his neighbors who had already complained about the noises he'd make some days. The rank fumes filling the room in a thick brown tinge Mathew couldn’t help but breath in, shuddering as his own cock pulsed and throbbed, beginning to drool precome over the tile in arousal to his own stench. Smelling your own ass made his morning routine always a treat.

Grabbing his own half-hard member as best as one could. He couldn’t even fully wrap his own hands around its thick meaty girth even with both hands. As heavy as it looked as without being remotely close to his toilet he took aim and sighed. A regular garden hose of piss jetting out and clashing against the bowel of the toilet all the way across the bathroom. Gallon after gallon. He had to pinch off just to flush several times before he could empty his bladder. Getting too close always caused piss to splatter in every direction, but the stains over the tiles reflected the struggle of always finding that perfect angle to take aim and fire away. 

Some time later he was dressed up in his hiking wear and ready to get some steps in. Vacation didn’t mean the well-built lad didn’t get his usual exercise in. Rubbing his hair back before popping some earbuds in for his trek into the woods. Having his phone out and on was all it took for him to hear the music he put on dull to the ringtone of one of his friends calling. “Oh you are up good,” came a familiar voice on the other end when he picked up.

“Hey Tyler!” Mathew huffed whilst jogging down the road, making he way towards the local trail he went to almost everyday when weather permitted. ‘Hey bud you up and ready?’ he all but giggled, Mathew smirking in amusement. “Packed and just getting a hike in before heading out,” Mathew mused. As soon as they had heard where Mathew was going a number of his online friends were going absolutely nuts over this vacation. ‘You better make use of that Go-Pro hehe. You got it charged?’ Tyler asked. “Of course. Dunno how much use it will get, but you and the the others are going to be in for a treat I think regardless,” Mathew teased knowingly. This has been all several of his friends had been talking about this week, Tyler vowing to go next year with him. Rather than just rely on his cellphone though Tyler did go in on getting Mathew a high-quality waterproof sports video recorder for the trip and a beefy five-terabyte SD card. Not that he needed the money for it, but a generous gift with maybe a few selfish ambitions attached. Media out of Filthville was blacklisted by the firewall of most western nations. Any media out of there being DVDs and found footage that only gives a cursory glance.

“Just make sure you come over tomorrow to house sit yeah? You promised to mouth wash my jocks after-all” Mathew mused, it helped put his mind at ease when Tyler and his boyfriend were local enough to see him on a hour-long car ride. ‘Alex did promise to take lots of pictures for you hehe,’ Tyler mused, the shaggy-haired blonde college student giggling ontop of his bed, stockings kicking at the air on the call. Cock throbbing against the bed as he sifted through porn on his tablet while talking with his friend.

“Slowing it down now that I reached the woods hah. You interested in a little private show? I got some long train rides ahead of me and need to get cleared out for that heheh,” Mathew offered, Tyler’s heart skipping a beat to the proposal he had to admit the thought made him already hot around the cheeks. ‘Fuck yeah I do!’ he almost panted it out like a mad dog, embarrassing himself over the phone to Mathew’s good-hearted laughter.

The woods being more than just a way to exercise for the hyper-endowed human, balls audibly sloshing quietly with his talents bulging out his track shorts as he took to the trail finally as asphalt and concrete gave way to dirt and grass. Making extra money on the side was easy when you had Mathew’s network of adoring fans of his… peculiar conditions.

He found a descent spot a hundred or two feet in away from the trail so he was fairly certain he wouldn't be seen at least, not much he could do if someone heard the raunchy ruckus going on in the treeline. He kept a adjustable tripod in his hiking bagpack for just such an occasion. 

When the video feed came on Tyler was treated to a glorious early morning view of Mathew standing in the woods in only his hiking boots. The early morning sun cascading through the trees around him as light pockets of mist still clung to the shrubs and lower reaches of the forest floor, soaking it all in a fresh layer of dew. The man with his hands to the trunk of a nearby tree, almost facing the camera directly with his bare ass on full display. 

Got a good view?" Mathew mused back at his impromptu admirer. "Yes sir!" Tyler chimed cheerfully, if one-handedly in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen. He wouldn't have to wait long at all. 

A grumbling and churning coming from Mathew's bowels was the only warning Tyler would get before he was able to watch those pucker lips sputter midst a resounding 'braaap!' Deep, almost baritone it carried surprising power and volume, louder than most would have regularly expected. That of course was just the metaphorical dam breaking. Mathew grunted and shifted before bracing himself again and chaos ensued in glorious fashion. 'Frrrrt! Ppphhbbt! Phhhlbrrrt!' Mathew moaned aloud, cock already stiffening to the point it was almost uncomfortable, throbbing in front of his face as his stomach gurgled. "Fuck yeah..." Tyler couldn't help himself. Listening to the rapturous cacophony of Mathew's ass before he left was a gift in itself. He only wished he were there to have his face firmly buried in that nasty ass of his. 

"Pppphhbhhlt! Braaaap! FRRRRRT!" it was being picked out loud and clear on the other end it was so very loud. You could even hear the phone rattling in its own tripod just from the sheer volume of those deep, wet, and baritone blasts. A heavy haze of greenish brown escaping the human's ass as he continued to fart and fart and fart. Some braps lasting as long as almost twenty whole seconds straight before needing to pause to build up the next burst right after. His stomach roaring only announcing more that nasty rolling thunder right out his ass moments later. It was utterly inhuman in just how much there was, only silenced roughly fifteen minutes of farting later it seemed to be loosing steam, only because Tyler knew what was about to happen, panting, moaning as he furiously beat his cock in bed. "Oooh! now -push-!" He moaned, cheering Mathew on. 

Mathew grinned, all too eager to oblige. His pucker sputtered to a stop, only to be replaced by the crackling and squelching of that huge bloated ring being parted wide and wider still around the amassing turdle head of probably the largest log of shit Tyler had ever known. It was huge... easily thicker around than both of Mathew's fists combined. Waiting only for a few moments of teasing the camera before it all came surging forth. Thick and dense, it almost rocketed out of that ass like a clogged utility pipe being cleared out. Pouring out of him like the floodgates of a dam opening up before your very eyes. The first logs being flung by a particularly sloppy fart several feet away from him before the deluge of the rest followed in rapid succession. The amount of shit surreal it could have all been coming from just one person. Piling up and steaming midst the haze of gasses around the human and the early morning coolness. "Fuuuck. Your a goddamn beast!" Tyler praised his friend he was watching shit live. 

"If you weren't so lazy this could have been all over you right now you know~" Mathew couldn't help but coo. "Punish me when you get back then?" Tyler couldn't help but whimper in glee. 

"I think I can come up with..." Mathew was cut off by a particularly loud and sloppy-sounding blast from his ass, cutting a particularly deep fart that flung clods of shit far behind him, narrowly missing his own phone. "Nnnf! Some ways to punish you proper," he finished, a reprieve for only moments before he was shitting again. It went on for another ten minutes of one load after another with heavy bursts of gas in-between each load. Tyler not minutes later would go over the edge himself, shouting with a whimper as he made out with Alex who was there by then to take over for him helping send his lover over the edge with his own hands instead. 

"That was magnificent as always," Alex cooed, cuddled up with his boyfriend in bed, cock firmly buried up his ass as he fondled his lovers cock and dragged his tongue over his neck while they continued their voice chat over Mathew's earpiece. By then the video feed had been ended and of course saved by both boys as Alex wouldn't allow Tyler to do anything else before giving him a copy of the video. 

"Heheh. Glad you two enjoyed the show. I really needed that. I may be able to sit through the train ride now," Mathew mused, panting some to himself as he jogged back home. Leaving behind a pile of shit in the woods that went up to his own waist in height. 

Several hours later after a shower and uploading a new video to Mathew’s Patreon. Mathew fired off a few posts on Twitter and FA and was out the door at last. Backpack, manbag, and suitcase in tow and a smile on his face as the taxi pulled up to the curb of his house. Luckily in this town there was a train station less than ten minutes away Mathew needed for almost a non-stop trip where he wanted to be. It was incredible to believe it was so close to him now since construction ended in 2022 for this new rail line. 

‘Going on a vacation?’ the taxi driver asked in the ride over. “Oh yeah. Been saving up for this a long time too,” Mathew mused to the largely ignorant cabbie who didn’t need to know the details nor the destination. Where he was going was the opposite of this world flipped upside down practically. Mathew’s compression pants made concealing the world he lived in easier if uncomfortable on more than one level.

"Where you heading to?" the driver asked if only to attempt small talk. 

"The gulf coast for awhile. Catch some surf and rays, hang with friends," he lied, if a small lie to spare him the details that carried a chance of the driver thinking him 'one of those' people. 

It didn’t take long for the car to pull into the parking lot of what was once a unassuming old train station in town. If anything the FIT Network benefited the entire nation connected to it with high-speed maglev rails.  

Mathew could already feel more… comfortable just stepping out of the cab and taking the station in. Small, but ultra modern it didn’t look like much, but the excitement alone made Mathew chipper walking up the ramps to the platform. The townsfolk always thought it was odd by the half-moon street lamps that bathed the entire station in an eerie blue light at night. That and some said it wasn't even connected to the town's power grid yet was lit up brilliantly at night, even heated in the winter with a deck that had under heating to prevent ice and snow buildup. AC in the summer with a few shops and waiting area on the inside. A chime ringing out over the platform. -Attention FTA Passengers. Train 005 ‘Ice Runner’ is currently on-schedule to arrive at approximately fifteen minutes. Heading south southeast nonstop express to Miami Florida. Now returning to our broadcast. Your listening to 066 Hellcats Radio FX- came a woman’s voice over the intercom before rock music resumed playing over the platform, or so he thought.

"Good afternoon Filthville! DJ Rizzik here and hoping you are all ready for a special treat as we are live at Hellcat's Stadium in downtown Filthville. We are covering Nytefest 2024 and its turning out to be the best year yet for the music festival! While staff and the bands gear up for another day of festivities here are some of the highlights of last night. Your listening to Crimson Babylon and their new hit single you heard for the first time live at Hellcats Stadium in Downtown." 

The platform was devoid of passengers except for one golden and blue fox who appeared to be rocking out to the synth gothic metal playing over the PA system, wearing nothing but shorts and sandals aside from the backpack on his back. The effeminate anthro male had the brightest smile on his face grooving to the music before Mathew decided to ask a question.

“So where are you going?” Mathew asked. It seemed harmless enough question when they were both alone on the platform.

‘Home hehe. Its been fun but you normies are too dull. I'm also seriously missing out on the start of Nytefest. My phone's going to blow up when I get home,’ he giggled without even seeming distracted at all from his music. He glanced and gave the strapping human man a wink before looking him up and down. Distracted enough to at least stop dancing for the time being. 

‘Where are you heading?’ he asked, not used to seeing such a young and muscular lad on a tram platform, human or not.

“Filthville Grand Central is my stop haha,” Mathew mused.

“Ooouu that’s home hehe. Born and raised myself,” the fox mused, Mathew going a bit slackjawed to someone from Filthville having been in his own town and he never knew! Granted the township was extremely lucky to be connected to the FIT system. The FIT rail was the best thing to happen to his town economically as well as the area at large.   

“Are the stories…. True?” Matt couldn’t help but ask. The fox merely smiled and giggled.

‘Sounds like you are about to find out for yourself friend. Hope you brought your passport. Customs isn’t that stringent but you do need the bare minimum as they’ll make us exit the train at Miami before allowing us across the red line,” the fox explained, Mathew nodding.

“Got it all here.”

‘Good! Customs is far more picky exiting than entering,’ the fox hand-waved it off dismissively, Matt spotting the stickers and decals over his bagpack. Glistening off in the distance being the train in question soaring above the rails at speeds that rivaled a commercial plane’s cruising speed.

The overhead PA system announcing the train’s arrival not even a minute before it almost silently soared into the platform with speed that even surprised Matt as it seemed able to break more quickly than he thought it would. The doors opened with a resounding hiss over the hum of the train's electric engines. 

The inside was fairly incredible. They were greeted by a stewardess who took their tickets at the door and directed them to have a seat on any deck in the cabin. The train having two decks to it with what Mathew found out was a glass or transparent ceiling of some kind above on the top deck. "For your first time you definitely want the sky deck," the fox explained. The whole train seemed to smell of chemicals like it was freshly cleaned. It was surprisingly clean in fact to the point the human almost would question if where they were going was correct. 

"Oh and something to remember, public decency laws still unfortunately apply till we're past the Red Line," the fox explained having a seat. Mathew's eyes widening as of course things wouldn't change so drastically even onboard a train bound for a place like their destination. They were on their way in nothing flat, Mathew discovering the train almost lurched forward with surprising acceleration for not feeling it as greatly as he thought he would. It at most just rattled cups and maybe held you against your seat a little firmer despite the train platform quickly vanishing from sight. 

He learned his traveling companion was named Eric. He was from Ditchwater a township/district in the main island they were heading to. "God I got to shit so fucking bad," the fox panted, they were only an hour into their travel, but his new friend was proud to say he didn't know how a toilet worked and refused to find out. Where they were going actual toilets were seen as almost taboo, something only for tourists and snobbish 'cleaners' as the fox called them. 

"You have no idea. I shit more in a day than most of you normies do in four or five months," the fox panted, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. 

The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful, the train inevitably making its last stop in the coastal city less than an hour later. Everyone was instructed to disembark and either go right for the exit or left for customs to get onboard again. The process was surprisingly fast and streamlined for Mathew who was directed to a booth where he was given an injection and a curious looking metallic coin that looked almost as if it was fashioned from solid bronze and had the heft too. Given explicit instructions to keep it on his person at all times when aboard the train. Matt admittedly surprised by how serious they sounded. 

"Whats the deal with this coin?" Mathew would ask when he managed to find the uncomfortable fox waiting for him by the exit to customs. 

"That's a Ferryman's Token. Make sure you keep that on you if you don't want to vanish forever I've seen people explode into clouds of dust who neglect it," Eric explained, the human nodding and going wide-eyed to the rather incredulous prospect. He wasn't expecting to be suddenly going into supernatural territory, but had no reason to doubt what the fox and FIT customs officer both told him. Stamped passport and ticket in-hand they were aboard the train again in no time.  

The ride would be quicker this time as the coast was now behind them as they soared above the water on a tram bridge that went out onto the water. It wasn't until they rounded a bend in the bridge that the human gasped as the bridge seemed to just... end out in the ocean. 

"Um... Eric? Eric!" Mathew motioned, nudging the fox and pointing out the window only for the vulpine to burst out giggling.

"Silly.~ We're fine. In fact more than fine we're almost there. That's the Red Line," the fox giggled. 

A PA announcement would ring out moments later announcing much the same and instructing passengers to return to their seats and ensure their tokens were ready. The human glancing at his in his hand while the fox took off his headphones and clutched his own token. The radio in the went silent and the lights were switched off. "Alright make sure you got your tokens ready! We're passing the line any second now. In your seats please! Threshold in ten seconds," the stewardess shouted in the cabin. People quieting down to whispers.

It was... odd. It was like a pulse, the air getting heavy and chilly if for a moment before there was a flash of sorts. The power flicked off, there was a squealing noise, and then the power flicked right back on along with the nighttime lighting and radio.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Filthville Archipelago. Population 8.7 million. It is pleasantly warm outside at 78 degrees fahrenheit with clear skies and southerly winds up to 15 miles an hour. The time is now 4:17PM, we should be arriving in Grand Central around 4:33PM. Your free to move about the cabin now and thank you for using Hypertram Express," the locomotive driver would announce.

It was as if day had suddenly and instantly turned to night to the human with no sunlight to be seen outside. Just the vague outline of what he assumed to be the ocean. Ahead though was where his eyes were immediately drawn to. On the horizon there was probably the most spread out light show he'd ever seen before. Across the night horizon