The Ghost of Canterlot High

Wallflower panted, shaking where she stood as her hands stayed above her shoulders. This was insanity. Pure, absolute, unadulterated insanity. She was going to get seen doing this, going to get noticed, and then her life would end. She would fall over dead from embarrassment, and that was the best case scenario! Because if she lived after getting caught doing this, she would wish she was dead for the rest of her life.

But… A small part of her demanded that she do this. After all, she was used to people ignoring her if she shouted, screamed, or even bumped into another person. Sure, she could have just tackled someone else, but… There was something more special about this. After all, when she found the stone that now hung around her neck yesterday, thoughts like this one had ran through her mind. Not for her of course, but if she was going to do anything like this with others…

She bit into her lower lip, her breasts beginning to get cold as they stayed out in the open air. She hadn’t worn a bra that day just to make this easier, so only her normal, frumpy sweater had been hiding her rather impressive chest. Or, so she liked to tell herself when she wasn’t thinking of them as just useless, embarrassing sandbags. They were too big to hide after all, and she hated how they sagged over her ribs, instead of being nice and perky like Rarity’s own chest. N-Not that she noticed though!

Not that anyone else noticed her chest other than for a few brief moments before realizing how useless as a girlfriend she was. Even if a guy just wanted to get at them, she’d have at least liked the attention. Then again, every therapist and counselor she had gone to told her that she had to figure out how to work with other people. That she needed to find common interests and figure out how to properly say hi to another person. Be social, the thing that possibly scared her more than anything in life, no matter how every now and then she wanted to be held. When she imagined being a normal school girl instead of some weirdo.

Or… Maybe even get more than most teenage girls. On her terms, without any of the fear or pressure. That’s what she’d always dreamed of, and this ghost stone seemed to do it. It had promised her that no one would ever notice her. That she could do anything she wanted, and no one would blame her. No one would stop her. They wouldn’t even immediately notice she’d even done anything in some cases.

She was able to be free, and, while it meant being alone, it was a small price to pay for her wildest dreams.

Or, so she had told herself when she had been contemplating lifting her sweater up, her nipples now completely erect as she stayed where she was. In front of her, two random guys talked, pretending that she wasn’t even there. They weren’t even boys from her school, but instead two Crystal Prep jerks, as then they wouldn’t be able to spread rumors about her at Canterlot High if this had failed.

But… That meant they probably didn’t care about her anyways, and with how so many people treated her, even this might not have been enough to get there attention. Wallflower lowered her hands, letting the loose green cotton that she wore fall back on her large, sagging chest before her hands did the same over her large areolas. A ripple of heat ran down her as her palms ground against her sensitive nipples, and she let out a small squeak of arousal and fear in response, hoping the noise might give her solid proof.

Unfortunately, being ignored and being literally invisible were two very similar things, so the results were mostly pointless, much to her own fear. She wanted this to work, but she didn’t know what to do! The stone said she could do anything, but here she was stuck just playing with herself on a sidewalk before school.

She had to try something more. Anything at this point. Well, not anything. If it was just her shouting or poking him, then he could still just be ignoring her like most people. The stone said she could do anything without being noticed though, so…

She bit into her lips as her hands pressed into her chest. Her breasts came around her small digits as her body shook, her mind screaming at her that doing anything big enough to get noticed was too far. Too dangerous. It didn’t even bring her the thrill that an exhibitionist might get, as Wallflower just wanted to be able to do whatever she wanted without the risk.

And the weight was starting to press in on her. All that she could do with this power if this test went right. All that her luck had culminated to. She bit into her lip, trying to find a way to appease her mind, but the more one side of her screamed and shouted that she deserved to do whatever she wanted with it, another side continued to grow. To remind her that she was unlucky and neglected, but that life was trying to make up for it.

She would be good… ish with this power. Only lightly humiliate those who had maybe wronged her. She wouldn’t be a saint of course. There were still girls like Sunset who would deserve her top popping open in the middle of class or something like that, and then there were just fun things like eating out their pretentious student council president while she was on stage at an assembly that her mind got excited about.

But anything more? That could get a girl in real trouble, like tying someone to a chair and stripping her down? No. She wouldn’t be evil. She was a good girl. She just… Just wanted to have some fun. She so desperately wanted to be able to for once have fun with other people, instead of just wanting to breakdown into a hysterical mess in a crowd.

She would be happy damnit! And not just with plants!

She blinked, not having even realized her body had moved with the last words, her body shaking from the streams of tears that had been coming down her face. She didn’t notice them though. She was almost used to just breaking down into tears at this point. No, she was more interested in the fact that her body had made sure the stone was telling the truth. That this was real. That she could do whatever she wanted.

And gripping one of the random dude’s junks was pretty damning evidence. Wallflower’s cheek’s turned a bright red as she continued to grope his girthy cock, feeling it rise in her hand even as she only ground her palm against it through his jeans. She couldn’t believe she was doing it for a second, thinking that the two had to notice it, but the most she could tell was that the guy was sweating a little more as he enjoyed it.

She was completely invisible to them, and the guy… She didn’t know what he was thinking, but she hoped it was…

Wait. She looked between them for a moment, taking in their uniforms before blinking a few times. She had originally chosen the crystal prep students for the fact that they would never affect her normal school life. Now though, memories of them trampling her garden, flaunting their exotic, expensive plants that they wouldn’t share…

The guy she’d been holding onto dropped like a rock as he screamed in pain, the other one stepping back as he shouted, “What the hell?”

It took a lot of strength to dig up dirt though, and while Wallflower felt bad, she did giggle to herself that she had left the man speechless. Besides, her mind was too abuzz to think of pricks and their pricks. She was too excited to find the right student to play with when she finally got to school.