Sunset's Haunted House

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Slice of Life, Original Character, Comedy, Equestria Girls
Length: 2391

Sunset finds a suitable place to live on the outskirts of town. It's a bit drafty, enough so to feel like she gets smacked on the ass at times, but that's just her imagination, right?

Sunset finds a suitable place to live on the outskirts of town. It's a bit drafty, enough so to feel like she gets smacked on the ass at times, but that's just her imagination, right?

Contains: Somnophilia, Sleeping Molestation, and Ghost Fucking

Commissioned by: NateRiver22

Published 2016-08-05 18:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-05 18:00:01 UTC

What's the worst that could happen?

Day 1

Dear Diary,

I finally found it; a home. Somewhere that I can be that’s safe and sound from the elements. It’s about damn time too, as after a damned year, I was beginning to become afraid of being stuck outside in the winter winds again. But now, so long as I pick the right rooms, I’ll be fine.

And yeah, that’s me admitting that this place is not… great. Bad? I wouldn’t really say that. It’s just an old, dilapidated house, with a couple good bits of furniture, and I was even able to find a bed, so it could definitely be worse. Just a bit drafty.

Better than nothing at least.

Night 1

Tonight was the start of something wonderful. After so long of having nothing here to play with, here comes some hot little piece of meat. A nice, tight ass, big, perky tits, and, best of all, a weariness that wafts off of her like fresh bread.

I don’t know her name, but I bet I’ll be able to figure it out soon enough. Tonight though, there were more important things for me to worry about, such as how valuable her assets are. And, I was quite pleased with the results.

Her breasts are like that of any young woman’s. Soft, malleable, but still firm enough to put any middle aged bitch to shame. Yes, under my claws, they were a true treasure. And, better yet, they’re sensitive. Just a little bit of play, and she began to moan and groan. When I got a bit firmer with my squeezes though, she let them out like a sultry whore.

Overall, while I must figure out how deeply she sleeps, I must commend the girl on being such a delicious piece of meat for me, and I hope she stays for a while.

Day 4

Dear Diary,

So far the house is working out alright... I think. Whenever I’m walking around at home now, I can feel eyes on me, like I’m being watched at all times. I know it sounds silly, but even as I write this, I can’t shake the feeling.

What makes it worse is how the breeze feels in the house. I know I admitted to it being drafty here, but this isn’t like a normal breeze. Instead, it feels like something actually touching me. Of course, I may still just be overthinking it, but when it feels like a hand grips my breast, or my ass feels like it’s being fondled, it’s hard to think it’s a natural occurrence.

On the plus side, I found out that the water works today, and was able to take a nice, long shower. It wasn’t warm, which blows, but it’s better than being caked in dirt, or having to wash up at a public bath or something. Now if only I could shake those eyes.

Night 4

Mmm, I simply love this fair maiden. After a few nights of… research, I must say that she is indeed a deep sleeper. And, just to put my reasoning down, along with my own enjoyment:

First test was with her bare chest. I lifted up her cute little night shirt, and let those massive mammaries out to the chilly night air. I didn’t leave them like that though, soon grabbing them with both hands. Oh, how they felt as my fingers sunk into her tender flesh. It felt better though as I began to lick her perky nipples, and she really began to moan. You’d think the girl never touched herself if I hadn’t seen her do it the first night she was here.

Second came her ass. Now she was completely undressed, and her ass gave way to my fingers just like her bosom. It was firmer, and probably tighter than her breasts, but I didn’t mind. In fact, the next day I had used it for my own amusement, and smacked it, hard. It was pretty funny actually to watch her yelp from the touch while she was awake but only became wetter when she got spanked at night.

And yes, my final test. I wasn’t willing to fuck her, not yet at least, but I had to see those cute, lower, pink lips. They were just as beautiful as any other part of her body, and just as eager for my touch. A few licks, and I got her nectar to flow freely, and the taste… Oh the taste. She is definitely something special, and I intend entirely to fuck her like a good girl deserves to be.

I just need to time it right, and I do think I have just the moment.

Day 7

Sunset walked into the bathroom, and let out a deep sigh. She was stressed, that was without a doubt at this point. Of course, that happened anytime her logical and emotional sides got into conflict, and ever since she had moved into this place, they had always been at odds.

Of course, that sort of thing happens when there is almost no other explanation than that of a spirit. Of some invisible being that would smack her ass, grab her tits, and… and… A bright blush came to her face as one of her fingers ran over the crotch of her sleep pants. A small tremor of heat ran up her body, remembering how it felt when the ‘wind’ seemed to lick her pussy, with the cloth of her panties being all that stopped it from going right in.

She gasped as she felt her finger push down harder, before shaking her head and forcing the hand away from herself. Sunset knew that she was being a moron at this point. The thing in her house, even if it was real, was molesting her! She couldn’t take some sort of sick pleasure in that… could she?

She shook her head again with a scowl. Sunset was here for a shower, not to think weird thoughts like how a ghost could be here and fucking her right now. That was preposterous.

The thought also helped her chuckle though as she let her breasts out of the bra that she wore, which, while being the biggest size the store she stole it from had, was still too small for hers. Preposterous to most would be something like a horse coming through a magical portal to become a human, not whether or not ghosts existed.

She then slid her underwear down, bending over as she paid extra care to the lacy, black thong Sunset wasn’t a big fan of it, having been through three pairs at this point, but when one had to wear two pairs of underwear to get a new pair, you started realizing that something so small and unnoticeable was useful.

This was a thought the spirit of the house had known for quite a while, and while not enough to panic Sunset, while she was presenting him with that spectacular rump, he couldn’t help but slide a claw along one side of those velvet lips, and send the young woman a shiver up her spine.

Sunset blushed at the shiver, but her own thoughts had stopped her from noticing the light touch, but only the pleasure it brought. It muddled her thoughts more about all of this, especially while she was bare naked. On the other hand, she was naked…

Sunset slowly stepped into the shower stall, and while she let the water, which felt oddly warm today, fall upon her bare skin, she let her hands slide down her body. First, they caressed her smooth stomach, their soft touch, making her let out a small mewl of pleasure. She was never someone to let another touch her, despite how much she wanted to be at times, and the feeling of her hands over her body always brought an immediate response.

This was of course something the spirit had noticed as well, and he smiled to himself as he watched her not even question the warm water. As master of the house, he could control almost everything here, even that which should no longer work. There had been times when he had thought this ability to control, and then finding these beauties that he could not, was a large part of why he found himself needing them. Then he saw their giant tits, and heard their delightful moans, and found himself forgetting the thought while he clutched at their chests.

And, at that moment, Sunset couldn’t properly register what was going on. All she knew was that one moment her fingers had been sliding over her thin folds, sending quivers along her body while she wished she could grab her chest, and then, her chest was grabbed. And she didn’t even just mean grab. She meant that it felt like some powerful demon or dragon, whose claws added a bit of joyous pleasure to her breasts, especially as its thumbs dug into her bosom, was trying to get ready to throw her rack like a fastball.

It didn’t stop there though, much to Sunset’s joy. Next came what felt like a large, throbbing cock that rubbed against her thighs, and didn’t enter her only because her fingers were still there. For a moment, she considered saying no, especially since she had no idea what this thing exactly was.

And then it twisted her nipples, and her mind went blank again, a state it would be staying in while the spirit lifted her up.

For the next half an hour, if one to walk into the bathroom, they would be greeted by quite a sight. Sunset, her mind just about stopped from the confusion and pleasure, looked to be levitating in the air, ten indents on her legs to show where the spirits claws were. Her pussy was opened wide, and gleefully spewing its juices as the monstrous cock pounded itself deep within her.

The spirit, for his part, loved every minute of her, watching as those giant tits bounced in time with his thrusts. She was definitely the best to have entered the house so far, with her pussy being so tight that he had to really work to make her slide along it. Even better was how eagerly she moaned. Then again, when his power overcame them, they always did.

He smiled as his cock trembled for the first time during the half hour, and he bent over. Sunset shivered as his ectoplasm slid along the side of her neck from where his tongue touched her. That wasn’t all that she would receive then, as she was slammed down to his hilt one more time, causing her eyes to almost pop out of her skull, before his cock trembled one more time.

And, just like every other time during that shower, she felt it grow within her. In another moment, her body shuddered as his ectoplasm’s heat invaded her. Then, it would come out, filling her to the absolute brim. Unlike normal cum though, it move like molasses, and left her lips wanting more and more. Something the spirit gleefully gave, and Sunset would almost pass out from when he began to move again.

However, once the spirit was done, and Sunset had her wits about her again…

Day 8

Dear Diary,

After some negotiations

You punched me in the dick

After you tried to fucklock me again, so shut it. Anyways, as I was saying before, after some negotiations with my friendly, perverted ghost, I have learned a few things. First, is the fact that, despite this place’s age, it’s still technically hooked up to the city’s systems. I of course can’t do anything about that. A certain spirit can though.

Yep! And I’d be happy to, so long as you agree to keep your side of this deal.

Yes, I know, and I wanted to write this all as a form of contract. In exchange for the electricity, heat, and water

Don’t forget about wifi and cable.

You can do that?

It’s a bit harder, but I’ve been lonely, and if it means having a friend as pretty as you, I don’t mind the extra effort.

Well, in exchange for all of that, I don’t leave this place, and while he is allowed to tease me while I sleep and walk around, Bartholomew is only allowed to actually disrupt me and/or fuck me when I go to take a shower. Deal?

Deal

Sunset smirked as she slammed her diary shut, and then glared at the air over her. “Alright, now shoo! This is my diary after all!”

As per their agreement, since Bartholomew for the most part did not talk, thus leading to a scribbled covered bathroom wall for their initial dealings, he showed his compliance, and agreement, by closing the door on his way out.

Once he was gone though, Sunset blinked, and a single tear fell down her cheek. It didn’t make her smile go away though, not when this meant that she had a friend, and one that could make her feel warmer and closer than she had been to any… almost anyone else.

Still, she hoped he would make a good replacement for her, since there was no way she was going back. Not after what she’d done. So this would simply have to do. And hey, there were worse options than a spectral fuck buddy, so who was she to complain?

Author's Note

So, this idea actually came with an addition that, if I followed this route, to possibly add the main six in some way. I already know how that someway would be, and how to add hi-jinks to it, so may do it on my own, as the commissioner did not have the money to afford more than what was given here.

However, if you liked this, please consider messaging me about commissioning the sequel, as then I can put it at the top of my priorities list, and work on it properly, instead of squeezing it in whenever I don't have to worry about bills. Or, if you just want to help me work on what I want normally, consider supporting me on patreon, as any help there helps me not have to work on commissions as much.