Ghostbuckers

Fluttershy’s ears twitched as she thought she heard something. She tilted her head, trying to listen closer, when she heard it. It was the meowing of a kitty somewhere in the castle. It shouldn’t be here though, especially while a dangerous ghost was haunting it. What if it ate little critters like it?

Twilight glanced up as Fluttershy began to walk away from the now small group that was left. She frowned and snapped to get her friend’s attention. “Fluttershy, where are you going? We can’t leave until Rarity and Pinkie get back.”

Fluttershy stopped, thinking for a few moments. Twilight wouldn’t let her go just to see about a kitten. She would need something that she couldn’t turn down, just so she could quickly see about the little one. “Umm, well, I need to use the, um, r-restroom. Is that alright?”

Twilight opened her mouth, but a glance at Applejack’s raised brow made her stop. The music from the organ was still playing, so they could still assume that the ghost was well below them, instead of creeping in the halls. Besides, it was a little silly to stop something like that. “Alright, go, but please be back soon.”

Fluttershy wordlessly nodded, the meowing still in her ears as she turned. She half flew through the cramped hallways, using her wings to help propel her forward. She didn’t want to make Twilight worry after all, so she needed to be as fast as possible.

When she turned the corner though, her blood froze. The kitten, which turned out to be a tigercat from the Everfree, was on its back, attacking at something she couldn’t see. She could see where the thing did indent the fur, betraying its invisibility.

For a moment, she considered screaming, but she also had to assume that the ghost hadn’t seen her. Otherwise, it wouldn’t need… Her thoughts stopped as the indents moved to behind the creature’s head and made sure that it saw her. The tigercat’s smile widened, before it scampered over.

Fluttershy slowly bent her knees, holding her arms out for the little guy. A quick sniff made sure that the kitten knew who she was, before she turned to run. She needed to tell Twilight about this anyways. She could come and get rid of the ghost.

The wind blew behind her as she turned away, sounding almost like a sigh. She turned back towards the small intersection that she had been about to leave, the kitten squirming playfully in her arms. The little beast made her think about what she knew about the ghost. It had supposedly been strong enough to best Luna and Celestia, but now…

She put the tigercat back down, beginning to calmly pet it while she sat. The kitten jumped into her lap, forcing her to cross her legs so as to accommodate for him. The indents quickly came back, flattening parts of his fur as the ghost began to pet the beast again. She smiled at the gesture, enjoying the slight bites the kitten tried giving the ghost.

And then it flicked the zipper on the back of her suit.

Fluttershy froze in an instant, but the ghost did nothing else. It didn’t touch her, didn’t begin to lower it, just left her be. Or, at least, he did so for about a minute before she could hear the zipper undo the first set of teeth. She didn’t freeze up like before, but instead tried to look behind her.

It paused for another moment as she slowly breathed in, before the zipper started to gradually descend. It never slowed, but never picked up, except for the one time she told it to stop, which it did on a dime. When she was silent though, it continued again, until the zipper was all the way down to her hips.

She shuddered as its hands glided over her shoulders, applying the slightest pressure to them. She could feel something rush through her with the touch, and considered yelling. But, when she tried to move, Fluttershy found she could, though it would disturb the kitten who was settling down in between her legs.

No, she stayed where she was, nervous, but not afraid. As far as she could tell, the ghost had no intention of truly harming her, or the kitten, so screaming would only be rude to her little pet, and to the ghost who helped her find the beast. Still, as its hands moved over her collarbone, heading to only one place on her, her breathing did get very warm.

“Stop!” Fluttershy was shaking at this point. The spirit’s hands were only centimeters from her chest, one finger of each hand even touching her bosom. They had sent another wave of something through her though, and this time she could place it a bit more. There was a fire inside of her now, wanting his hands on her. Wanting whatever the spirit had in mind.

She was quiet for what felt like an eternity before the hands moved again. It wasn’t in the direction she had expected though, as they began to move away now. She bit into her lip, suspecting he wouldn’t be coming back if she didn’t speak up. If she didn’t give him permission.

“D-Do as you w-want.” Fluttershy couldn’t believe she said it, and wished she hadn’t the second it had escaped her mouth. Was she insane? This was still some spirit that was putting some sort of magic into her, so why would she let her do- “Oooh.”

The moan slipped out as the spirit’s hands slipped into her bra. She could think of less than a handful of ponies who had even seen her in a bra, and only one who had ever touched what lay beneath, and that was on a very drunken night. And yet, just like on that drunken night with Rarity, it felt amazing. How the foreign hands caressed, cupped, teased, it all stoked that fire better than she ever could.

Bartholomew smiled as he saw the bright blush on her cheeks and heard those delightful moans. He had been spot on about her breasts being sensitive, though his own magic probably helped. Still, if he were to get off before she passed out, he would need to act quickly.

Fluttershy had just been about to close her eyes as the spirit made his move. She still had her bra on, even if her nipples were now being kissed by the air, when a long, throbbing thing came underneath the bra and shoved itself inbetween her large, soft tits.

She stared at it. The spirit’s hands were by no mean done with her, as they helped move her tits, make them grind against the throbbing, and surprisingly warm, cock between her tits. Her head felt light as she watched the scene, her body shaking from it all. It wasn’t fear though as her tongue stuck out, but the pleasure of it all.

Fluttershy leaned down, her hands on her breasts as she breathed against the spirit. He wasn’t big enough to slide past her chest, but she didn’t mind. She couldn’t have actually touched it anyways. But, helping herself as she got closer to her climax by moving her chest… yeah, sh-she could that.

She weakly let her fingers sink into her flesh, shaking from the pleasure at this point. If it were any of the other mares, it wouldn’t be at all enough, but she had never tried things like this, and rarely was exposed to the sort of stimuli that might bring her to do it to herself. So, feeling a stallion throbbing against her,her breasts being ravaged by hands, and her nipples being grinded being pinched and rubbed was simply too much.

She felt him shake as she got closer to her own climax. She wanted to reach down, to help herself, but the tigercat was sleeping. She couldn’t wake him, not at this point, even with how desperate she was. Fluttershy tried to look to her spectral lover, begging for him.

And Bartholomew brought her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, held his hips back, before pulling and thrusting at once. Fluttershy’s eyes became the size of dinner plates as she felt the spirit’s balls against her bosom, his hot, thick ectoplasm painting her chest. It was beyond naughty, especially as she screamed into her climax.

As Fluttershy fell back, she was caught by a second spirit. Bartholomew could hear stomping and yelling from down the hall and bit into his lip. He then pet the giant tiger cat spirit that was underneath the unconscious mare. “Aava, I know you’ve been good so far, but do you think you can take her to one of the guest rooms?”

He didn’t need to say another word before Aava took off, the large white cat making Fluttershy ethereal as he ran. Bartholomew followed suit, smiling as he heard only one set of hooves and a dastardly plan formed in his mind for a mare other than the one coming.