Post Person Plays with Pies

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Original Character, Equestria Girls
Length: 1710

Pleasant poltergheist ponders petting pretty pies.

I am not coming up with a third set of alliterations for this. Ghost+Sleeping Pie girls+Giant tits= Win.

Contains: Somnophilia, Ghost, Groping

Commissioned by NateRiver22

Art done by Butcherx

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Published 2017-08-19 19:00:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-19 19:00:06 UTC

Oooh, Boobs.

Keber glanced around himself, making absolute certain that he was alone. He wasn’t exactly a… confident ghost. He knew all the normal tricks, sure, such as sending his Ouija cursor across the room, rattling chains, and to make drapes move when they shouldn’t. He’d even done great work back in Egypt, long before he ever put himself into a board game.

He was more used to scaring little kids though, or maybe the odd, teenage guy who was trying to act macho. Four beautiful girls though? No. In fact, in life, he had feared girls enough that he’d never spooked them in the afterlife. Now though, as he looked around himself, they were all asleep.

He wished he’d been able to play with them through his board, but he at least knew how they were because he hadn’t. You had the two with the biggest, most massive tits he’d ever seen, but with completely opposite personalities, ranging from cute and shy, to insane and energetic. The latter had even been the actual caller, which had not helped his confidence.

The other two weren’t quite as heavily stacked, and one barely left an impression on him with how little she had reacted to anything. The fourth though was why he now felt confident. Why he wanted to try some real scare tactics they wouldn’t forget.

Limestone. The bitch who’d broken his board.

She wasn’t much of a looker he thought as he floated above her, but she would do. She was sound asleep, looking more like a plank of wood covered by a blanket rather than a person, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t reach forward and…

Grab her breast? It felt like he was grabbing at literally nothing. He knew she didn’t have much in assets, but really? Nothing? And he’d admittedly been planning this route because he never had been able to in life, or before now. But she… she really had practically no chest, and it left him a little deflated in spirits.

And wanting. He bit into his lip as he looked back at the other three. The non-descript one was just that, so she was out, and the shy one… No. He couldn’t do that to her. Not yet at least. It’d feel wrong to do it with someone who would likely be so unwilling.

Pinkie on the other hand was a whole different story. She hadn’t bothered with a blanket, instead just laying out in nothing but her bright, blue, tight pajamas. And tight as in tight enough to show off the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Tight enough that her pussy was fully outlined. Tight as in how his chest felt as he hovered over her and sweating ectoplasm.

Fortunately, Pinkie hadn’t been the model of innocence during the seance. As she’d lost her crowd, she tried making it more fun and interesting them by asking increasingly perverse questions about him, part of what had made Keber as horny as he was. She’d even undone her pajama top at one point, so he knew what they looked like.

Keber licked his lips again before reaching down. To anyone other than him, they would only see as a handprint slowly formed on her right breast. No human or warmth to be found, and Pinkie probably didn’t feel it from how deeply she appeared to be sleeping. For Keber though, it was euphoric, especially as it was the first time he’d touched another human in so long.

She was soft. Oh how she was soft as his hands, which couldn’t possibly bear the entirety of her well endowed chest, which was still less than Marble’s massive mounds, sank deeper and deeper into them. For a moment, he believed he wasn’t going to find an end to them, but then his fingers tapped her rib cage, forcing him to make a hasty retreat. ‘That’s right. Still a ghost.’

He reached back over and hummed as he felt her chest again. He always knew that this part of women was great, but now to be able to have it to himself, it made him wonder why he had never become a perverted ghost before. Well, you know, besides the ultra, super creepy aspect of it. Then again, he was a ghost, so how creepy could you get past that?

He shook his head as he realized he had let his attention drift, something he thought would be impossible. Then again, with his current method, not only could he only feel her chest, it was mixed with feeling her pajama top, which was of a surprisingly fine material, but not her real flesh. Not what he really wanted.

He reached back down, his fingers working with a bit more confidence, driven by pure boner power, at undoing her buttons. In for a penny, in for a pound at this point he supposed. He doubted he would do much more than fondle them, as he wasn’t even certain if he could get hard. Was that something he had to focus on? Or would he find soon that he could do it at any time?

He shook his head again while his hands had, unbeknownst to him, undid the last button. When he looked back to front, his eyes widened. They weren’t exposed yet, as he would need to pull open her shirt, but he could see the two large breasts spilling onto each other and forming a rather nice bit of cleavage where the shirt was open.

It looked so soft, and he could remember how they had looked before. That had been a passing glance though. Now, as he opened up her shirt, he would get to take it all in.

Oh, and how glorious they were! Pinkie had always been a pretty girl, but come puberty, she got down right sexy, and her breasts were a testament to that. They were as big as his head, but a little perky as they didn’t began to sag off of her chest, or flatten under their own weight. No, instead they were perfectly smooth, with nice, large nipples being their only blemish. They themselves were cute though, as, while he had been able to tell she didn’t wear a bra, he hadn’t been able to tell then, or with his glance, that they were the cute inverted kind, so there looked to be a small dime slot in the middle of her breasts, just waiting to be sucked on, dug into…

Keber’s breath began to heat up as he got closer to her. His hands came first, stroking the side of her chest. It was even softer than before, and just as yielding to his fingers. How many stallions had been graced by what appeared to be Keber to be the finest work god had ever made, and how could anyone dare chance their life with what must be beneath Marble’s blanket.

He did not wait long like that though. He needed to taste them. Needed to see her nipples, and he bet he could suck them right out of those cute little crevices. All he had to do was whatever he wanted.

Keber opened up his mouth, clasping the ethereal circle around it, to which Pinkie would find a green circle of slime on her breast because of, and let his tongue of pure ectoplasm slide down onto her.

It was at this point that Pinkie let out her first moan, but he was too far gone to hear it. To hear anything really. Pinkie tasted just as sweet as the baked goods she ate, and his lips sinking into her yielding flesh, and his hands, now positioned on her equally plump ass, was just as satisfying.

It was the heaven he’d always wanted to go to, and he knew it would get better. His tongue could only go over her nipple for now, but he could feel the quakes and shakes as his teasing got to the unconscious Pie. It was twitching in the breast, sending shakes that he adored throughout it, and he wanted to be able to wrap that up.

And so he began to suck like a baby. Pulling up on her tender flesh, Pinkie got louder in return as her body writhed with the heat of the forceful fondling. He wasn’t about to lose this chance though. Not when he was so close. His hands sank deep into her , beginning to spread out along it to get more and more of the soft flesh. Yes, once this was out, her pants were coming off and-

‘Why am I suddenly outside?’

Keber blinked a few times, before looking down. Now the non-descript one, Maud if he really tried to remember the name, was not quite so. Now her eyes spoke of pure hellfire, and she pointed to the spot right in front of.

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“Have a wonderful day, my lovely Marble.”

Marble blushed intensely as she felt the ghastly lips against her cheek. She and Limestone didn’t know entirely what had happened last night to get the ghost to come out, but she had hit it off with the ghost, being able to relate to being shy, and, well… It was nice to talk to a person she didn’t actually have to look at and feel uncomfortable about being so close to her. She could just pretend he was the wind. Very cute, very nice wind.

This one fact was what had saved Keber from being obliterated by Maud. She had wanted an explanation, and he had confessed that no matter how far he went with Pinkie, who was waiting upstairs, still ready to get the rest of the ghostly banging she wanted, he couldn’t do it to Marble. Not with how pure she was.

In his eyes, she wasn’t simply a pie to eat, but a goddess to be worshipped, and Maud supposed that if it took some ghost who was banging Pinkie for practice, she could tolerate it if it made Marble finally happy, and not have to be so alone when the rest of them were gone.

Now if only they could calm down Limestone, who was currently screaming at Holder’s Boulder about all of this.