Spooky Streaming

by Dragonman461

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Diamond Tiara, Human, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Silver Spoon, Thriller, Porn
Length: 6660

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon get a strange guest during their livestream

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon have been streaming their sexual endeavors for nearly a year now, and to celebrate the occasion, they've decided to go to a haunted house for Nightmare Night. Deciding to use an abandoned house as the setting for their livestream, they ready themselves for a long night of passion and pleasure. However, in the dark depths of the house, an old spirit is stirred by their lustful activities, and seeks to satisfy its centuries-old dry spell...

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ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE 18+

Kinks: Ghost sex, non-con that turns into consensual over time, invisible blowjobs and ectoplasm

Coverart by Marauder6272

Entry for Brony-Wan-Kenobi's Nightmare Night Contest

Published 2021-10-29 21:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-10-29 21:30:01 UTC

A night to never forget

"Ugh, we've got to think of something!"

In the middle of a large, pink bedroom, filled with intricately decorated dressers, shelves, mirrors and immaculately lavish bed, five mares lounged about. The group known to Ponyville as the Cutie Mark Crusaders were sprawled out on a large couch, staring idly at a muted TV mounted across from their seats. Standing in the center of the mirrors was Silver Spoon, donning a skimpy cheerleader outfit while Diamond Tiara flopped onto her massive bed.

"Di, I think you're overthinking things a bit too much," Silver Spoon said, checking her tiny skirt for any tears.

"Silv, it's our anniversary special!" the pink-coated mare screeched. "These streams have kept us afloat for a whole year now! Without them, where would we be?"

"Gosh, guess y’all would be stuck in that awful mansion with a lovin' papa," Apple Bloom muttered, flicking through her phone.

"And live with that bitch that calls itself my mother? No thank you!" Diamond said.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had their eyes glued to the TV while Apple Bloom scrolled through Diamond's collection of posted videos.

"I mean, is it really worth it to sell your, um... sexuality online just for views and a couple bits?"

Diamond sat up and narrowed her eyes.

"I don't sell anything off. I just happen to record myself and my wonderful marefriend making love live to an audience, who wants to support our finances through generous donations."

"'Lift her tail and suck that tight little'... who in the hay pays two hundred bits just to say creepy stuff like this!?"

"Ponies that appreciate wonderfully luscious yet toned bodies as ours, obviously," Silver said, striking a pose in the mirror. "Honestly, I really wish any of you would join us. You've got the goods to make gold, after all."

"Then invite Twist for one of these things," Scootaloo said, twirling a tuft of her mane. "After all the work she puts in to keep your stuff online safe and stable, you don't seem very appreciative."

"We would, but the poor girl's camera shy," Silver replied, removing her cheerleader top and exposing her top half. "Now, which color pasty do you think would look best for Nightmare Night? I'm thinking I'm leaning more towards the pumpkins smiling, but the ones with tassels would be nice to play with."

"Plus she's got a nasty cold at the moment," Diamond said. "But to think that you'd believe we don't pay her? I thought you knew us better! Of course we repay her kindness, both monetarily and physically. We just don't record it with her, as is her request."

"Well, this has been interesting," Sweetie Belle said, standing up, "but I think I'm just going to grab my costume already. Scootaloo, what are you up to?”

“I basically just came along because you two were here too, so I’m kinda bored,” the pegasus said, sliding off the couch. “Well, wish you two the best of luck with however you decide to fuck each other tomorrow. I’ll be with RD pranking at the Wonderbolt Academy.”

“And I’ll be going to Canterlot to see Spike,” Sweetie said with a blush. “Thanks again for letting me borrow your old costume, Diamond,” she added, pulling out a tight lifeguard one-piece.

“Remember, I want pictures if you do get lucky!” the pink mare said.

The two said their goodbyes as Silver looked through her collection of underwear.

“Hey, Di, did we crack 2,000 bits in the last stream?” she asked, holding up different pairs of panties.

“Hold on… yeah, we hit about 2,300 last week.”

“Welp, wherever we’re going better not be too crowded since we promised we’d go commando if they donated enough,” Silver said, packing the underwear back into the drawer.

As she wracked her brain, Apple Bloom glanced out the nearby window. She could see the rows of trees from her family’s orchard, and pieces from the last few weeks clicked in at once.

“Ah think ah might know something that can help yer stream,” Applebloom spoke up sitting upright. “There’s this strange old house, down South of the lake that’s quite a fright. Mah granny told me about it before mah sister and brother took her to the hospital. She wouldn’t tell me much else, but she did say something about its spirit clinging on in the place.”

“A mysterious creature’s ghost haunting an old house?” Diamond asked with a dull skeptical look. “AB, I adore your company, but is there anything else you can go on besides hearsay?”

Bloom flicked through her phone’s apps while getting off the couch before showing the screen to Diamond. In it, the two looked through pictures of a decrepit two-story home that had its roof collapsed, windows smashed and the entire front side rotted. Plants and vines from the nearby forest crept up its sides, likely the only reason it still stood at all. The next photo showed the interior, dusty old furniture and a myriad of unlit candles.

“Huh, that, um… that is really creepy,” Diamond said, a chill running down her back. “Why would you go there? Just to take pictures for... ”

“Pinkie wanted some ideas for decorating for Nightmare Night and Granny said that it’d be a good place to snap some photos.”

“Wait, so your Granny told you it was haunted, then said to go take photos of the place?” Silver Spoon asked, donning her cheerleader outfit once more.

“She did say that the ghost ain’t that bad of a thing,” Apple Bloom said, rubbing the back of her head. “She just mentioned that he’s a bit… lonely, and likes company. ‘Specially mares.”

When they saw the blush on the farm pony’s face, Silver and Diamond looked at each other, jaws dropped.

“Did your Granny tell you that the ghost is a pervert!?” Diamond asked.

“... Ah uh, guess so, yeah.”

“Wait, you said that it was some ‘creature’,” Silver said with air quotes. “So, if it’s not a stallion, then… what is it?”

“Ah don’t rightly know. Thing is, I saw some weird pictures on the walls,” she said, showing off a dusty old picture from one of the walls.

The two mares squinted as they looked at the phone, a picture of a bipedal creature with a flat face and small eyes framed on the bare wooden walls.

“What the hay is that thing?”

“Ain’t got no clue,” Bloom said. “But Granny told me that that’s him, the stallion, or whatever they’re called, that she met back when she was young.”

The two streamers exchanged another look and smiled.

“Well, I guess that it would kind of add to our atmosphere if we streamed from a real haunted house on Nightmare Night,” Silver said.

“And the fact that the ghost might be a total perv too? We can absolutely use that to tease the audience!”

They high-fived and did a quick cheer before Diamond hugged Apple Bloom, burying the farmer’s face in her pink bosom.

“Thank you so much, AB! If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, you let me know, okay?”

Pulling her red-tinted face out of the other mare’s cleavage, Bloom nearly bolted for the door.

“Yeah, alright, see ya later, bye!”

With her gone, the two mares were left on their own.

“So, still stuck on the pasty choice, Silv?”

“Actually, I thought we could do these cute glow-in-the-dark ones with the ghosties on them!”

“OMC, that is literally perfect!”

Cold.

That was the only way to describe the sheer oblivion of the state of unbeing that he endured.

It’d been more than a hundred years since he’d last had a heartbeat. Almost as many since he’d felt the light of day on his mortal flesh. He found it infuriating, the sheer overwhelming nothingness that permeated his anchored existence. Since that day he believed the infernal merchant, he’d wanted to learn the arcane, in hopes of finding a realm where his true love awaited him. However, though the spell had worked, he’d not thought about whether or not travelling between dimensions would ruin the sturdiness of his furnishings.

Just as he was gazing into the new world from his living room, the accursed chandelier that he’d installed himself had fallen on his neck, decapitating him internally.

It wasn’t fair.

He’d spent all the money his parents had lent him, sacrificed all of his worldly possessions to get the book and the ingredients for the spell, only to be denied before he could even step foot into the unknown.

He could almost hear the devil’s laughter rumbling beneath him.

Since then, his soul had been shackled to the place of his death, a result of his blood spilling into the still-active runes burning on his floor. With no way out, living or dead, he’d been left to lose himself in the silence of his ruined homestead. After years had passed, most of the photos on the walls had faded away or were covered in too much dust to make out anymore. All evidence of his own existence started to wane, and with it, the idea of what he was.

Even though he could still see himself in the mirror, every day it grew less recognizable. His features faded, his skin paled, even his own face became nothing more than a distant fog in the remnants of his mind. Instead, all he could see was a cloud of black smoke where he knew his head should be, and red dots where he was certain he’d have eyes.

His immaterial nails dragged against the wall, all of the focus he could muster barely chipping the age-worn paint. Even now, he still clung to some shred of hope. A memory of the first few months he’d spent dead held on like the last bit of his sanity, the only preserver keeping his consciousness from drowning in the sheer cold.

An image of divine beauty, an alien angel with green fur and flowing white hair stumbling upon the scene of his death. The terror in her voice would have broken his heart to hear, and even in his intangible state, he tried so desperately to console her. She was so kind, bringing others to retrieve his mortal shell and give him a proper burial right outside his own house. She even came to visit him every other day.

One night, she aired her regret, that she couldn’t arrive soon enough to save him. That she wished that she could have gotten to know him as more than a corpse.

It was then that he’d learned that he could still interact with the real world. In a moment, he could feel the warmth of her fur, a thousand times greater than any silken sheet. The warmth of her bosom, more powerful than even the Nevada sunlight in the middle of summer, yet still pleasant to the touch. And then… he went further with her. The things he’d done to her, he would have been sick had he been alive at the time. But still, she came back. She wanted to be touched by him. He knew then that it meant that, if someone wanted it, they could interact with him.

And he’d been waiting for her to return ever since. He could see the spark of her love in the distance, a burning ember that pierced the darkest nights with ease. Recently, it’d been growing more powerful, as if she were somehow approaching him without actually getting closer. To this day, he’d-

CREAK

He tore his thoughts away from the green mare and stalked through his house, the barest hints of smoldering embers entering through the doorway to his domain. If he had a jaw again, it would have dropped at the sight before him.

Two fur-coated women entered his house, the first ones to do so in decades. The two were young and shapely, with chests that could put watermelons to shame, with hips and thighs thick enough to easily bust any of his chairs with ease. They were scantily clad in erotic cheerleader outfits, with tiny skirts and shirts far too small and tight to be their actual sizes, with PVH written on them. He could see the colors of their fur underneath their tops, the pink one sporting a small crown while the silver one had a cute pair of glasses. Strangely, the second one looked like she was carrying an… iPhone, he recalled from ages ago. As he approached them, he could feel his soul swelling once more, and a sensation he’d thought had left him long ago stirred up from below once more.

“This must be the place,” Diamond Tiara said as she and Silver Spoon finally arrived at the home. Once they stopped at the old wrought-iron gate at the front, which was completely rusted through and now lay on the ground covered in both vines and brambles like a green willowy cloak. They looked back at the photos Bloom had texted them and looked back up to the house. So far everything was accurate to what she had shown them, now they were even more curious if this little pervy ghost story of hers was true.

“Sheesh, someone call a gardener ‘cause this place could use some upkeep.”

“Tell me about it, this place looks like it’ll fall over on itself any day now. Are you sure it’s safe Di?”

“Relax, sure it looks pretty run down, but Bloom assured me that on the inside it's very structurally sound based on what she saw when she came here.”

“Well as long as I don’t need to worry about a loose floorboard breaking under my hooves or an old chandelier dropping our heads while we’re here. Then that’s fine.”

“Good, now you got your phone charged?” Diamond asked.

Silver nodded. “Yep, one-hundred percent.”

“Flashlights and batteries?”

“Check.”

“Mood lighting?”

“Check.”

“Snacks?”

“Check.”

“Sexy clothes for our stream?”

“Double check.” Silver giggled.

“Perfect, ok let's think of where we can start the stream, then we’ll set up and go from there. Sounds good?” The pink earth pony asked, getting a nod from her best friend.

“Great let’s go.” She smiled.

Walking up to the two-story, they saw the porch was just as overgrown as the rest of the house itself, almost acting as a natural support to the majority of the structure. When they stepped through the doorway a cold shiver ran through their bodies, almost as if death itself was there warning them not to go any further.

“Brrr, what was that?” Silver asked. “I felt that all over my body.”

“Probably just the wind,” Diamond followed up. “Now come on, we gotta find the perfect room for our live stream. We can’t keep our audience waiting.”

“If you say so,” Silver added. She followed Diamond Tiara as they entered the house, unaware of the eyes now hovering behind them.

“Alright, let’s kick off the stream,” Diamond said. “Ready?”

Silver nodded, pulling their recording phone out of her purse.

“Alright, texting Twist… she’s ready! And we’ve already got 1600 viewers waiting for the stream to start!”

“Alright, 3… 2… Hey everypony!” Diamond cheered, putting her arms up. “We’re live on Nightmare Night! Now, I know that we missed our anniversary, but since we couldn’t stream last time, we decided to treat you all to a lovely little night with a holiday special!”

“That’s right!” Silver said, holding the phone at arm’s length to step next to Diamond, keeping them both in the shot. “We’re here at an actual, genuine, haunted house!”

The two squealed in mock-terror, being sure to jiggle their tightly wrapped tits, angling the camera towards their generous cleavage.

“Anyway! We’re here to celebrate, and to entertain all of you!” Diamond said, pointing at the phone. “So, let’s get inside and see if we can’t rope a spirit or two into our evening!”

As they stepped inside, they were greeted with the overwhelming smell of rotting wood and stiff, stale air. After a few seconds trying to air out the doorway, they stepped inside. Although the moonlight streamed in through the windows, it still felt uncomfortable to the mares. The main room they stood in was a mix of a living room and kitchen, with only a serving bar separating the rooms. While the furniture in the kitchen seemed unmoved but rusted through, the couch and chairs in the foyer were broken to bits and thrown about the room. In the middle of it all was a six-pointed star burned into the floor with a broken chandelier sitting in the center of the mark, with brown stains on the edges.

“Creepy,” Silver Spoon cringed, shuddering at what may be lurking around.

“Yeah, it sure is,” Diamond said, stepping up to the chandelier. “Oh, ghosties! Are you here?” she called out.

“Really diamond, I don’t think that ghost would be able to hear y-aaaagh!” Silver started to walk forward as she was skeptical of diamond, but she let out a scream as she felt her leg fall through the rotting floor.

“Silver, you okay?”

“Yeah, just help me up!”

Diamond grabbed onto her with both hands and pulled. To both of their surprise, Silver almost flew out of the hole, tumbling over DT and both of them falling to the floor. They quickly got up and Silver grabbed the phone, using the stream to check herself.

“Oh, thank you so much, Di!” she said before planting a loud kiss on her marefriend’s cheek.

“Oh, um, thanks! Yeah, I guess I’m a little stronger than I thought!” Diamond said. “Didn’t think we’d end up tumbling like that.”

“If that’s the case, maybe the spooky ghost helped me out too!”

“Well, if that’s true, then I guess I should give him a kiss too~! Chat, what do you think?”

The two looked at the stream comments and saw the chat spamming kissing emojis, a few dozen donations already telling them to strip down and tease the ghost out.

“Well, mom-dommer-89, I think we should invite the ghost to have a little fun too! Let’s see if we can find someplace nice and cozy to get all snuggly!” Silver suggested.

“Sounds good, babe!”

They turned and made their way through the other side of the house, the stream chat exploding as the camera caught sight of a glowing pair of eyes in the doorway behind the two.

“This is perfect,” Diamond said as she and Silver walked into the master bedroom.

Before them was a mostly untouched bed, easily large enough for both of them to lay on. Beyond it was a doorway to what looked like a bathroom, and there was a series of shelves on the opposite wall. Across from the foot of the bed was a plain, brown dresser, with no shelves in it.

“Where should I set up the phone?”

“Over on the dresser,” she said pointing towards it. “Should be at just the right height for our lovely viewers.”

Silver set up the phone on the surface of the dresser, making sure to bend over enough to let the camera get a great view of her tits. While she was bent over, she looked at the comments on the stream, her brow furrowing. Many of them were emotes of skulls and shocked faces, and a few highlighted comments with small amounts of bits attached screamed that they had seen the ghost.

Before she could question it, Diamond’s hand found her exposed flank and she screamed in fright. Rubbing the sore spot, she glared at her lover.

“Oh come on, Silv. If you didn’t want that to happen, maybe you shouldn’t have worn such a small skirt!” Diamond said, sitting on the bed and crossing her legs. “Or maybe not flag your tail so high!”

“Hmph. Well,” Silver started, crossing her arms, “it’s been a few years since I’ve worn this outfit. After all, highschool was a while ago. It’s just a shame that we don’t seem to fit in these uniforms anymore.”

Feigning sadness, she turned her back to the phone and pulled up her skirt, flashing her flanks at the phone.

“Mmm, maybe I’m just too big back there? Chat, do you all think my flank’s too fat?”

From her seat, Diamond Tiara could see the bits rolling in en masse, dozens of messages popping up from hundreds of viewers. She leaned forwards and ran her right hand along the under-curve of Silver’s behind.

“I don’t know, I think they’re perfect. So big, so round, so soft and squishy,” she said, groping Silver. She kissed the Cutie Mark and pried the cheek aside. “Though I guess it’s too big to fit in any panties, huh?”

Silver’s face burned as she blushed, the thought of thousands of ponies viewing her bare holes getting her riled up. To think that while she was just standing there, hundreds of horny stallions and mares were likely getting off on the sight of her puckering tailhole drove her to new heights of horniness. And to think that she was getting paid on top of it made her even more satisfied.

Suddenly, she felt another hand on her other cheek, the digits digging deeply into her supple flesh. The tenderness of the motions the hand gave her made her coo, the cool touch soothing the spank mark Diamond left there.

“Oh, DT, your hands feel so nice!”

When she looked down, she saw Diamond Tiara sitting there with a worried look on her face. Turning her head around, she looked at the stream footage and her breath hitched in her throat. In the edge of the screen, grabbing her right cheek, was a pale, hairless hand, digging its long and narrow fingers into her excess curves.

“Di-di-diamond, I-I th-th-think we f-f-found the gh-ghost!” she whisper-screamed.

DT pulled out her phone and started recording from it, getting a shot of the spirit. The thing was shorter than Silver by about a head and a half, though it was hard to determine since it didn’t have a head at all. Instead, it had a cloud of black smoke swirling around a pair of beady red dots that glowed in the darkness of the room. Its body was completely hairless and naked, leaving its pale skin to shine in the moonlight. Long fingers capped its hands, each finger sporting an extra knuckle to give them an inequine length. Panning down, she could see the spirit’s waxing erection. The strange phallus was tipped with what looked like a mushroom, and sported only a rounded middle, with no medial ring in sight. The length wasn’t the most impressive, but its girth and mystique gave it an allure that made her heart pound in her loins.

“Well, I-I guess it’s a lot easier to f-find ghosts with sugar rather than hundreds of cameras, huh?” Diamond said, her giggles coming out forced as she looked at the empty room where the figure should be standing.

“DT, what do I do!?” Silver said, panicking.

“W-well, we p-promised the nice, friendly ghost that we’d… invite him t-to join us? Since it’s Nightmare Night, right?”

The two shared a moment of eye contact, wordlessly exchanging feelings of terror and uncertainty. Before they could react, the ghost used both hands to grab Silver’s ass, Diamond Tiara flinching and nearly dropping her phone at the sound of its hand slapping into her marefriend’s backside.

Silver bit her lip as the deceased defiler squished and pulled her cheeks, and gasped as she felt its long fingers graze the slit of her pussy. She couldn’t deny the thrill she felt, the thought that a creature who’d passed on reaching into the world of the living just to toy with her body made the edges of her mouth curl upwards and drool a bit. Of all the things it could do to them, likely eat their souls or terrorize them with creepy sounds and flinging objects around, it chose instead to enjoy their bodies. To Silver, it felt like she’d jumped into a manticore enclosure and was getting it to jump through hoops.

“Ooooh,” she moaned, her tail flagging as she let her upper half fall to the bed. “Mmm, yes, Mr. Ghostie! You know exactly what you want, don’t you? Haunting a little shack like this just so you can feel up pretty little fillies like this, you naughty stallion!”

Diamond Tiara watched the ghost through her phone, in awe at the sight of her marefriend practically being molested in front of her by an actual poltergeist. She could see the eyes glowing brighter, eyeing up the succulent curves of Silver’s behind as it stepped closer to her. The large, alien member rose up, its twitching mimicking a heartbeat long since silenced, and plopped in the gap between her cheeks. Silver cried out in shock, clenching her ass cheeks around its dick. Her eyes went wide as she felt the size of it, and only a moment later, it started thrusting.

Though there was no flesh to impact her, a slapping sound still rang in the room. The phenomenon spooked Diamond Tiara, and she looked over her phone to see Silver’s ass morphing around an invisible cock. The way her ass gave way and jiggled before being squished while she was pushed down clearly showed that something was working her over. Fear and arousal combined into a ludicrously powerful feeling in Diamond’s nethers, burning like Celestia’s sun beneath her skirt. Before she could contain herself, one of her hands made their way down and teased her own snatch before plunging three whole fingers in. She spread herself out and dug in as she watched the scene before her play out.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Ghostie! Give me that fat, ethereal cock!” Silver said.

Diamond watched closely, peering over the camera every few seconds as the ghost slid its dick down, pressing the engorged mushroom-like head press against Silver’s tight entrance before plunging in. She screamed as nearly half of the ghost’s cock slid in with little resistance. Diamond could see her folds open wide, gaping from the sheer width of the ghost’s cock, even though she couldn’t see it physically. In the camera’s view, the ghost’s entire body shuddered as its legs nearly gave out. Having gone decades in below-zero temperatures for most of its unlife, the sudden inferno of a mare’s damp sex nearly made the spirit lose its anchorage in her pussy.

The ghost leaned over and wrapped its arms around her wide hips before it just went to town on her. Flailing its hips in wild abandon, the spirit was relentless in its vaginal assault. Silver could only wail and moan as the spirit fucked her, her glasses sliding off with each haphazard thrust. DT watched closely as the ghost’s balls swung beneath them, the swollen orbs pulsing with light every thrust. She was now four fingers into her own pussy, speeding up her fingering as she watched the wild beast of a ghost go at her bestie, imagining what it’d feel like if she’d been the one to invite him first.

Suddenly, the ghost slammed as hard as it could into Silver, and the house shook. Dust fell from the roof as a ghastly sound rang through every inch of the room. Silver’s screams soon pierced the wailing as she felt a strange liquid pump straight into the depths of her pussy. The streaming phone’s camera caught the footage of the ghost’s glowing green goo going right into her snatch, dumping what felt like gallons of infernal frustration into the mare all at once. The ectoplasmic remnants dripped from her like a leaky faucet as the ghost pulled out, still sporting a raging boner.

Panting against the sheets, Silver turned over and replaced her glasses. Unbuttoning her skirt, she looked down at the goop leaving her cunt and stuck a finger in it, testing the substance. It looked like some kind of radioactive waste, but smelled like a finely brewed musk. Sampling it on her tongue, she could feel her nipples harden beneath her pasties as she looked around at where the ghost would be.

“Well, I think our lovely friend enjoyed your generous backside,” Diamond said, drawing Silver’s attention back to reality. “I think I might want a bit of a taste myself. However...” she trailed off, handing the phone to Silver.

Looking between the phone and her marefriend, Silver took it and looked through it, seeing the ghost at the other end of the bed. A chill ran down her spine and a little bit of his goo spilled out. The tingling in her spine was equal parts fright and excitement, thinking that she’d just been railed by this very thing. Peering past the phone, she could almost make out the outline of something there, as if the light was trying to bounce off of the stallion at a wonky angle. Turning the camera beside her, she blushed as she watched Diamond pull up her shirt, discarding it and her skirt as she scooted back against the bed’s headboard.

“I think I’ll take a sip from the tap~,” she teased, beckoning the ghost with a finger.

Silver watched as the spirit climbed up on the bed, dragging its erection across Diamond’s mostly exposed body. It took a second to appreciate her hips before it sat its scrawny frame on her toned stomach. Diamond’s legs kicked a bit in shock at the feeling. She knew it’d be climbing on her, but the fact that she still couldn’t see it was still off putting. Its hands slowly opened up and grasped her chest and the pink mare gasped before moaning.

“Oh, that does feel nice!” she said, raising her arms over her head. “I see the pervy ghost like big busts as much as he likes big butts, and nopony’s got anything on these titties!”

“Oh, I’ll say!” Silver said, getting into the mood for banter again.

Watching the spirit fondle her marefriend’s chest stirred something again in her own love tunnel, and she quickly latched the phone with one hand as the other went down South. While she played with her clit, she watched as the ghost seemed to be enthralled by the large breasts in its hands. It was gentle, slow, and attentive to how Diamond reacted. If her face twitched a certain way, he’d ease up on his grip. If she closed her eyes and cooed in delight, he’d double down on his ministrations. He’d played with them for nearly two full minutes before his spindley thumbs teased the edges of her pasties.

“Well, I was hoping you’d find these a little cute,” Diamond said. “Ghosts for a ghost, you know.”

If the ghost had any input on the attire, it didn’t express anything as it slowly peeled them back, revealing the wide and stiff dark pink nipples underneath. As the pasties fell off, its thumbs doubled back and explored the flesh. Running along the ridges of her areolas, gently pressing into the erect nipples, even just barely rolling them around got Diamond more flustered than she’d thought possible. Then, as Silver and the thousands of stream-viewers watched, the ghost’s shadowy mass of a head produced a long, flat tongue, dripping with more green goo. It slathered the nipples with it, one at a time, as if it were learning how to nurse all over again. Diamond moaned as the strange liquid set her chest ablaze, then froze it, then thawed it all in the span of seconds. Every type of feeling that her nipples could have, the goo gave it to her, rolling through her nerves like thunder.

Soon, the ghost pulled its tongue back into the mist, and it scooted up further. Silver watched as it rose its member past Diamond’s tits and pressed its tip straight up to her pink lips. Diamond closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out and lick a drop of cum off of the spirit’s tip. It tasted of mint and had a chalky sensation, with a hint of citrus aftertaste. Her body decided it needed more, so her tongue wrapped around his head and guided the shaft into her maw.

Silver watched as the ghost suddenly grabbed Diamond’s head and buried itself to the hilt in her throat, her neck bulging with the spirit’s thick shaft as its nutsack rested on her wet chin. Diamond, having fellated dozens of stallions with even more impressive cocks, took it in stride and just moaned as she opened her throat to the invader. Feeling her relax around his shaft, the ghost started to pull out and thrust back in. These thrusts were far more measured than when he’d fucked Silver, though. He was steady in these, concerned with how smoothly he could go through her lips and not just the fastest release possible. It was clear that when he fucked Silver, it was an act of desperation, but this was one he was determined to enjoy as thoroughly as he could.

Diamond opened her eyes and shuddered, the only indication that something was fucking her being the taste in her mouth and the tense occupation of her throat. She enjoyed this facefuck more than any other she’d had in her life, especially since no medial ring meant there was nothing to really agitate the back of her throat. Closing her eyes again, her hands went down to her own breasts, where she played with her nipples while revelling in the scent of the spirit’s musk.

The three were mostly quiet as the facefucking continued, the stream chat’s donations being left unread as the viewers expressed their want to switch places with the ghost. Some declared that the ghost couldn’t be real, that it was all a hoax, to which many told them to shut up as they were only there to watch two hot mares get fucked, real ghost or not.

Diamond tensed up as she felt the ghost hilt itself in her muzzle, and as she’d practiced before, she took a steady breath before the spirit came. The cum went down smoothly through her as she swallowed, the heat of its ectoplasm gently washing away in her stomach. As it pulled out, she made sure to be thorough in cleaning it, working her tongue and even bobbing her head as if to invite him back in. With a loud, wet pop, she exhaled and let her tongue hang out, giving the ghost a good look at the work it’d done to her.

Silver capitalized on the opportunity by leaning forwards and catching Diamond’s tongue with her own, the two openly Prench kissing as they swapped saliva and ectoplasm. They both held on to the phone and watched as the ghost’s erection stayed steady, ready for whatever action would come next.

“Ahhh… oh, wow,” Diamond said, breaking the kiss. “How has this place stayed abandoned? If the other mares in town knew how good this ghost is, it’d be more crowded than our own stream!”

“Gosh, I’ll say,” Silver said. “And it tastes so good, too!”

“Well, you know what probably tastes even better?” Diamond asked, turning to Silver.

Before she could answer, Diamond jumped her marefriend with a kiss, tossing the phone aside. The ghost caught the device and kept it trained on the mares, watching as Diamond trailed down Silver’s body. She tongued her navel and made a show of ripping off her skirt before she urged the mare to spread her legs wide. Soon, the ghost and the stream were treated to the sight of Diamond slurping ectoplasmic jizz out of Silver’s pussy. She started off with slow, long licks as she introduced a couple of fingers, keeping her wide open as she ate out the now moaning mare. The ghost backed up a bit before he noticed Diamond’s tail wagging, and she pointed to her rear. As she lifted her backside, she took her now stained muzzle off of her marefriend.

“Well I hope you’re not done already, Mr. Ghostie!” she said, spanking herself. “We’ve got all Nightmare Night to celebrate with you, and we’re so totally fucking horny right now!”

The ghost eyed up her flanks and pussy as its cock twitched in anticipation. Holding steady on her flanks with only one hand, it tilted the camera to get a good view of both Diamond’s assets and Silver receiving oral. The mare had stripped off her shirt and pasties as well, leaving them both clad in just knee-high socks. The spirit quickly speared the pink mare with a downward thrust, and she moaned into Silver, who moaned into the air. As the ghost began to fuck Diamond, she started to truly dig in to her marefriend, pinching her clit and teasing her ass hole with a couple of wet fingers.

“Oh! Oh, I really hope you like anal, ghostie, because I think she needs some loving back there too!”

As the ghost revved up its thrusts, the air in the room grew hotter, the two mares sweating as they got ready to endure the sexiest haunting anypony’s ever seen.

15 hours later

As the sunlight streamed in through the decrepit house’s windows, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara stirred from their slumber. Finding themselves under a set of dusty covers, they yawned and stretched as they rose.

“Ugh, my ass hurts,” Silver said, rubbing her sore behind.

“*Cough Cough*! Mmm, my throat…” Diamond groaned. “Who knew a ghost could go twelve times in the throat and still not be satisfied?”

“Well, at least it was nice enough to stop when we asked it to,” Silver said, seeing their cheerleader outfits folded on the dresser. “All things considered, this is probably the single best outcome that last night could have had.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

The two mares dressed as well as they could given their skimpy outfits, and checked their phones. Diamond and Silver had received no less than fifty eight total messages from Twist alone, along with dozens of others from the CMC, who’d apparently dropped in on the stream at some point. Checking their streaming phone, they found the battery had died out sometime into the night, but shockingly, the ghost seemed to have kept recording with Silver’s own phone.

“Well, we’re definitely going to archive that and charge for it,” she said.

“Yeah, the extended Nightmare Night edition,” Diamond said.

As they made their way out of the room, they saw an old chalkboard sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.

‘Thank you both for the wonderful night. Know that you’ve made my decades of suffering worth the wait to meet you two.’

“Aww, that’s sweet~!” Silver said, clapping. “Well, Mr. Ghostie! If you can still hear me, we appreciate you being so nice with us!”

“And if you can wait, we’ll come back next year!” Diamond said. “Maybe we’ll bring some friends, too!”

The two mares screeched in surprise as they both felt a spank out of nowhere. Turning around, they saw a door close, and furrowed their brows.

“Alright, just for that, no blowjobs next time!” Diamond said as she stormed out the door.

Silver looked around and quickly whispered.

“I’ll let you spank me more if you pull my tail next time!”

The other side of her ass received a sudden spank as well, and she ran out of the house giggling like a love-struck filly.

The ghost reclined in its old couch as, for the first time in its unlife, it finally had something to look forward to.

Author's Note

I'd like to thank SonicBlitz18 and Phoenixcolt45 for their help getting this done in the last few days.

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Other than that, have a lovely Nightmare Night!