It was a sad day, the kind for rain. Yet there was no rain this day, for the sun shined bright in spite of the event taking place. In the Canterlot City graveyard, two coffins were being lowered. Rarity and Sweetie Belle’s grandparents passed away of natural causes within hours of each other. It’s the kind of death every couple hopes to have, but the sadness of those left behind still remained. Sweetie Belle had just turned nineteen not a month before the news about her grandparents’ deaths reached her and her sister’s ears. With the service done and the caskets buried below, Sweetie Belle strolled past a few graves, wanting to take her mind off the sadness.
Sadly, it had not worked, especially when she found herself standing next to a blank tombstone. All that was on it was a date. March 4, 1969. She sighed; how lonely must this person have been if not a single person could find out who they were, interred beneath a nameless rock? She placed a hand on it, wanting to say some words, when a chilly wind brushed past her.
“Sweetie.” She nearly jumped as Rarity came up and placed an arm on her shoulder. “It’s time to go home. Dad is taking Mom on a little getaway to help her process Grandmother and Grandfather’s passing. You’ll be with me for the month. We’ll stay at Mom and Dad’s for tonight so we can pack your things and leave early tomorrow.”
“Okay, sis.” Sweetie replied as they headed to the car and to their parents’ home. It was a large house, three floors, with a lovely front yard, and a backyard that held a small garden and pool no deeper than five feet at its shallowest end. A lovely family home. Sweetie and Rarity’s parents had already left by the time the two girls entered the home. It was well decorated, exquisitely furnished, and modern, as it should. Rarity and Sweetie Belle’s parents were as wealthy as a forty-seven-percent stockholder of Barnyard Bargains and a salon owner in upper Canterlot City could be.
Sweetie’s room with her sister and at home were near-clones of each other, save for her gaming laptop and clothing which were the only things she really needed to have packed. It was late already, so Rarity ordered a pizza while Sweetie sat at her computer desk looking through photos on her laptop. Most of the photos she browsed had her grandparents in them. Her grandparents on her father's side died years before she was born, so her grandparents on her mother's side were the only ones she knew.
They were very involved in her life; every holiday, sick day, and Sunday dinner they were there. They were the ones who bought her this laptop, with a gift card that had fifty dollars on it, which she used to buy her first video game ever. Minecraft. She still played it, and it’s still going strong. She played with some mods, since her friend and fellow gamer Button Mash told her about modding games and showed her how.
There was a knock at her door.
“Sweetie?” Rarity asked as she entered, holding a box of pizza. “I thought we could eat in here.”
“Thanks, Rarity,” Sweetie said, closing her laptop and turning in her chair.
“How are you holding up?” Rarity asked, placing the pizza box on her desk and opening it, the scent of pepperoni with extra cheese quickly flooding the room.
“I guess alright,” Sweetie replied as she took a slice out. “I just can’t imagine how my life will be without them around.”
“I know, Sweetie,” Rarity said as she took a slice and sat on her sister's bed. “I remember when our grandparents on Father's side passed away. They were good people. They taught me how to be a lady, proper etiquette included, and they encouraged my interest for fashion.”
“They sound nice. Wish I could have known them.”
“So do I, Sweetie Belle. So do I. But, even though they aren’t here anymore, they’re always in our memories and our hearts. Whenever times are tough or sad, we can remember them.”
“I guess we always can remember. There are so many memories.”
Rarity smiled, walking over to her sister and opening her laptop.
“Pictures do help,” As she said that she and Sweetie both shared a laugh.
As Sweetie went back through her photos again with her sister next to her, she felt another chill blow through her.
“Brrr. Is there a draft?”
“I don’t feel anything,” Rarity said, slightly confused as she felt her sister's forehead. “You aren’t running a fever. Maybe a nice hot shower will do you some good.”
“Maybe. A shower sounds nice,” Sweetie agreed. “Let’s finish this pizza then I’ll take that shower.”
With the pizza devoured Sweetie got started on her shower right away. Rarity had decided to turn the heat up in the house with her sister’s sudden cold spells, the house now a toasty eighty-four degrees. As Sweetie disrobed in the bathroom, steam rising above her, she did something she rarely does, look at her body. Her breasts had already reached out larger than her sister’s, her mother saying she got her breasts from her. That of course made her blush. She remembered the years they were growing in. First year of high school she had a B-cup. Now she’s a freshmen in collage and close to a DD-cup. Close, but not quite there yet. She didn’t enjoy the weight and strain her breasts placed on her back, especially since her body was still rather thin.
The looks from boys weren’t all that bad; she sometimes enjoyed them, especially when it was Button, who tried not to stare. She caught him from time to time, and she loved the blush that just took over his face, turning it from it’s light brown to a black cherry red. He was the reason she owned a few revealing shirts. Fully disrobed, she took one last moment to look at her figure.
She always thought it was strange, all of her figure on her chest, and none in her ‘trunk’ as the saying goes. Her sister was fair-bodied, what she considered a perfect boob to butt ratio, while Sweetie was all boobs no butt. She wondered if gaining some weight and doing some special exercises would give her something to shake in the rear, and give Button something else to stare at.
She blushed with a smile, thinking of her crush looking at her, eyes moving between her breasts and butt. As she was daydreaming her pervy thoughts, her nethers began to burn. It was a feeling that she became all too familiar with once puberty kicked in. She hopped into the shower, applying a quick layer of soap to her body, mainly as an excuse to further stimulate her fantasy, imagining her soapy hands belonged to Button, rubbing along her body and feeling her.
As she finished rubbing her body with soap, her nipples were now hard and firm as some vaginal pre began trailing down her legs from her red, needy nethers. After a quick apply and wash of shampoo, she got to work, using her right hand to rub her winking clitoris while her left squeezed her own breast. Her mind played a sexual fantasy of Button in the shower with her. A dream she hopes might come true some day.
She was perfect, sweet, kind… and horny. **** remembered waking up above his grave, seeing her there. The only person in what he soon found out to be almost fifty years to visit his grave. He remembered seeing the sorrow in her eyes at seeing his grave unmarked. He wished he could tell her his name, but a weak ghost can’t say much. He merely followed her, any contact he made with her just sending a cold wave through her body. He couldn’t wander too far from her, either. For some reason, he was linked to her. He didn’t know if it was because she touched his grave, or if it was he wanted to talk with her that kept it so, but when she began to disrobe, his ghostly eyes widened.
Dying a virgin, he never saw a woman nude in life, and didn’t know getting a boner as a ghost was possible; yet here he is now, invisible to her, and using it to his advantage, wanking his seven-inch ethereal penis to her flesh-and-blood body, watching her masturbate in the shower. It was quite the sight; he was a breast man in life, and her breasts were the largest, softest milk jugs he’d ever seen.
Making a decision, hiding in the heat of her masterbation and the hot water from the shower, **** floated behind her. His height half a foot taller than her, he pretended to rub his spectral member along her dripping nethers. He noticed something odd, when he did this. He swore he could feel her juices on his member, but that should have been impossible. He continued like this for two minutes, and she only drilled her fingers deeper into her hungry plumbing. Finally, **** checked, and his eyes widened as he saw her vaginal juices were indeed on his member, as well as his balls and legs. He was confused as to how this could happen. He was a specter, how could anything of the living touch him?
As he floated back some, he saw her soft, curved back. Her breasts wide on each side. It was quite the sight. He reached out and touched her back, feeling warm, soft, wet skin.
Sweetie Belle jumped, looking behind her. She swore it felt like someone touched her back. She shook her head, figuring it was just the water, or her own hair. When her hair was wet, it went from it’s usual fluffy state to something that stuck to her body like tights or spandex. It was strange, but it was her hair.
Shaking off her sudden feeling, she returned to her masturbation, three of her five fingers second knuckle deep in sticky, hot juices taking up half of the liquids on her inner thighs. Her other hand was roughly squeezing her breast as her fingers gently tickled her hard nipples. She gasped, her fourth finger entering as the other three went all the way in, her inner walls wet, squishy, and streched by her own hant.
“Oh~ Oh Button…” She moaned, using her free thumb to rub her clitoris. All four of her fingers rubbed her sweet spot right when her thumb pressed her clitoris hard. She climaxed, vaginal juices spraying out all around her legs and the floor. Sweetie panted, her brain flooded with pleasure.
**** couldn’t believe it; somehow, this woman’s cum was letting him actually touch things. Being a ghost, unable to touch or feel anything was a kind of hell that could not be explained by words. He needed to feel, and this woman’s cum was the key, somehow. He got his face close to her lips; that is, the ones between her legs, that she was assaulting with her white, silky fingers. He watched as she inserted her pinky, and her three others that were in already finished entering. It was a sight of beauty, her nethers stretched as she practically fisted herself.
He saw her thumb rubbing her winking clitoris, and knew that if she came on him, perhaps that would give enough for him to be stronger. He carefully raised a finger, and added some force to her own pressing. He heard her gasp; he didn’t quite hear the name of who she called out, but he didn’t care as she came on his face. He could taste her sweaty, salty juices. It was the first thing he had tasted in over thirty years of being dead and it was nirvana. With her cum soaking into him, he felt… alive. He knew it was not enough, though. He needed more, but not without having a little more fun first.
As Sweetie Belle’s climax began to calm, she finished washing herself, enjoying her shower even more as a healthy glow came over her. She scrubbed and shampooed and finally washed it all off. She got out of the shower and began drying her hair off first before wiping the towel over her body. Once her hair and body were dry enough, she used her towel to clean off her bathroom mirror, just enough to see her head as she plugged in her blow dryer. She waited for it to warm up a bit, as it was rather old, and just sorted through her bathroom counter things.
As she picked up a brush, Sweetie gasped as she felt a pair of large hands squeeze her breasts, her body still sensitive from her earlier self play.
**** loved her breasts, they were large, soft, and supple. Oh they were the softest thing he’d ever felt even from his time alive. They were so squishy too, like a thick water balloon. He gave a light pinch to both of her nipples before letting go, wanting to play some more before things got too crazy.
Sweetie swore it felt like some...thing had squeezed her boobs like stress balls. She actually came close to needing another round in the shower with that. She didn’t know why she felt like something groped her like that, but she was tired from the day and her masturbation. For some reason masturbating always made her feel really sleepy half an hour later. With the heater on high from her sister’s worry for her, Sweetie figured it would be alright to sleep nude. She locked her bedroom door, something she started doing when she first started masturbating. There was no worse thing than having her parents walk in on her rubbing.
With her door locked she hopped into her bed, her fuzzy blanket tickling her skin as she moved around. Sleeping in the nude was something she rarely did, but she enjoyed it. She played in her mind Button, behind her, as naked as her, their bodies touching and his… penis poking between her legs. She felt her pussy grow needy again, but pushed it off, letting herself fall into a blissfully perverted dream.
Several hours passed. Sweetie Belle had fallen into a blissful sleep, and she mumbled her perverted fantasy. Her…guest watched and waited. With her in deep sleep, **** began to act. Pulling off her blanket was the easy part, and it make him want to jump with joy as he saw her sleeping in the perfect position. On her back, breasts bouncing from the tug of the blanket he pulled off of her, and her legs were already open wide. Her sheets were slightly soaked.
**** took a moment to take in the view, the scent… and he floated in close, and took a lick of what was on the sheets. He savored the taste before deciding to try and tap the source. His ethereal tongue, now fueled by the cum shower she gave him, moved to spread her lips apart.
Sweetie moaned, her dream mirroring the events happening to her body as Button began to eat her out. The dream further made her body react as more pre escaped her vaginal tubes and into the specter’s mouth. Satisfied with his drink, he decided to have a little “snack” before savoring the main course. He floated over to his favorite part of Sweetie’s body; her breasts. He grabbed a boob in each hand, her hard nips in his ghostly palms and squeezed them both together as he then buried his face into them. The soft, silky texture of her milk jugs made his spectral member harder than it was when he watched her in the shower.
He squeezed and rubbed, massaged and licked her breasts with curiosity and giddiness. Finally, after licking circles around her tities, he opened his mouth wide and began to suck on them like a newborn. Even though nothing came out, it tasted so good. In Sweetie's dream, Button was doing all the dirty and, as her sister would put it, unladylike things to her, treating her like he owned her, and she let it happen with a goofy smile. Sweetie muttered, almost chanting his name as her dream had her believing her crush was drinking her nonexistent milk.
As **** groped and sucked her breasts, he began to slowly insert his member into Sweetie’s soaked nethers. A rush of joy and newfound pleasure flooded his ethereal body, a feeling never before experienced in his life. His member spread open Sweetie’s tight, untouched womanhood. With **** penis inside her, her dream showed Button finally put it in.
The ghost began to thrust, his hands never leaving the bouncy, squishy breasts Sweetie was gifted with. Sweetie’s dream of Button only intensified her experience. She began to move, in her dream and in the waking world.
**** was surprised when Sweetie wrapped her arms around his neck and they stayed there, as if he was alive.
“Yes. Oh Button, yes!”
She must love whoever this Button guy is. The ghost figured, not minding her actions in the least. In fact, her now slightly elevated stance let him thrust deeper into her wet, soaked pussy. He felt his tip rub against her cervix.
To Sweetie, she felt Button touch all the way in, and she arched her back as she climaxed, cum squrting out of her. With her orgasm reaching its zenith, she woke up, panting as she believed herself to still be dreaming. She gazed upon who, to her, was Button Mash not seconds ago.
“Wha? Who are you? Where’s Button go?” She asked, sleepily.
“I… don’t remember my name,” The ghost spoke. “Wait, you can see me?”
“Yes?”
“Ha. HA! I can be seen… I can feel, too!” The ghost said, booping Sweetie’s nose. “And it’s all thanks to you and your cum!”
“Um… you’re welcome?”
“Grah… I want to thank you but… I wonder… what else can I do now?”
“Hang on,” Sweetie said, getting up, weak-kneed and opening her laptop. After a moment she found what she was looking for. “Yeah. Here’s a thing. Some spirits can. *yawn* make deals and grant wishes to a living person.”
“Perfect! Let’s make a deal. If you... name me and let me come back here on this day every year so we can… do the dirty, I’ll grant you a wish.”
“Okay,” Sweetie said, sleepy and exhausted from her physical/dream event. Still believing the current events to be a dream. “If you can give me a better body to match my massive breasts, I’ll give you a name and let you fuck me once a year.”
“Perfect,” The ghost said, holding out a hand.
Sweetie took it, and shook. “Alright, I’ll see you in a year I guess… Spooky.”
Sweetie awoke well rested. She had the strangest of dreams; it went from her being fucked by her crush Button Mash to being screwed by a ghost. She chuckled, getting out of bed and into the bathroom. Even half awake, she smelled the sheets as wet as they were, so a morning shower would help. As she got into the bathroom, she turned to gaze at the mirror, and nearly screamed.
Now fully awake, Sweetie saw her body was tubby, but not overweight, and her butt now rounded out with her body as perfectly balanced as her sister’s; only, her boobs and butt were larger. She tested her butt by grabbing.
”So sensitive… so jiggly…” A cheeky grin then crossed her face. “I’d best go find Rarity, I need some new clothes. Something Button will never look away from.”
A year had passed and in that time Sweetie Belle finally began dating, and having sex with, Button Mash. She loved the things he would do to her. Even though all her dirty fantasies were made real, she never forgot what night this was, and she wondered how Spooky would return.
There was a knock at the door. Sweetie, confused, got up and opened the door, seeing Button there.
“Button?”
“Not exactly,” He replied, his eyes flashing white for a second.
“S-Spooky!? Why are you possessing my boyfriend?”
“I actually did this for you,” Spooky replied, scratching the back of his head. “I checked in a few times this year and I can see you love this guy a lot. I know you two are already dating and screwing, so I figured this would make you feel more comfortable.”
Sweetie smiled, kissing Spooky on the lips. “It does. A few questions first. What have you been doing for the past year, and will Button remember any of this?”
“I’ve been practicing my abilities. I got a lot down now. As for lover boy here, I can bet he won’t, but I can alter some of his memories from this night so he thinks he came over for a booty call.”
“Speaking of booty, I’m up for some anal to start us off; I got a variety of lubes to try out.”
“You had me at anal, Sweetie.”
