"We're here, we're here!" Derpy shouted, bobbing up and down excitedly as she entered the door. She dropped her bags by the door and began examining the walls, where were blank and uncovered with any wallpaper.
"Yes, Derpy," Carrot Top replied with a lack of enthusiasm in her voice as she carried a stack of boxes inside. She set them down under the windowsill in the living room.
"Ah!" Derpy dropped and laid back across the couch in the living room. "It's so nice."
"Yes," Carrot Top said, her mood improving slightly. "It certainly is." She looked around the room and examined it for herself, finding it looked just as good today as it did when they had first inspected the house.
Their shared house had fallen into something of a state of disrepair beyond what they could afford to simply renovate. So Derpy had gone out house-shopping and managed to find this new home - and for a very low price at that. It was almost too good to be true. Carrot Top still wondered how Derpy had pulled off that feat. Did she have some secret bargaining skills hidden from Carrot Top that Carrot had never known about?
Carrot Top pushed the thought from her head. It wasn't important now. What matters was that they were inside their new home. With the savings from the low value of the house itself, Carrot Top easily afforded hiring a moving company to lug most of the furniture and appliances from their old house into the new one, so it was there waiting for them when they got there. Now all that was left was to unpack their belongs and begin adding a few personal touches to the house.
Carrot Top moved one box out from the pile and placed it to the side, opening the box underneath it. She shivered, a chill breeze blowing over her. She looked for the source of the chill and saw she had left the door open.
"Oh," Carrot Top groaned, getting up and closing the door. "Now how did I do that?"
"I don't know," Derpy said innocently. "How did you?"
Carrot Top shook her head. "Never mind. It's not important." She went down her knees and resumed unpacking boxes when she shivered again. "Brr. Why is it so cold in here? Is there a draft? Is the air conditioner on?"
"I think so," Derpy said with a bit of uncertainty.
"Go check and turn it off then!" Carrot Top snapped. She shivered again as she took a stack of plates out from the box.
"Okay." Derpy jumped up from her seat and went over to the air conditioning unit. It was a wall-mounted unit fit under the windowsill, the kind they used in motels.
Derpy grabbed the edges of the AC to balance and leaned over. She tapped the edge of the machine and waved her hand in front of the vents. No cool air did she feel coming from them. She flicked the power button, and the machine whirred as it turned on, then she flicked it back.
"That's strange," Derpy muttered, pressing a finger to her mouth. She yelped when she felt a finger poke her in the ass, jabbing her right in the cheek. She was so startled she nearly fell over.
"Carrot Top!" Derpy yelled, turning around and grabbing the windowsill to prop herself up. "That wasn't necessary! If you wanted my attention ..."
Derpy looked around and saw no one else was in the room with her.
"What?" Derpy questioned. She checked the room for hiding places, not finding any, at least not any large to conceal Carrot Top herself.
"Well?" Carrot Top called out. "Is the AC on or not?"
"It's not the AC!" Derpy called back.
"Ooh, I knew this was too good to be true! A perfect house, the right size, with two bedrooms, bathrooms, and enough space for all our appliances ... but it's got a draft! I knew there had to be a catch!"
"Look on the bright side!" Derpy shouted between the rooms. "So far, the only downside is there's a slight draft! The rest of those things are pretty sweet, aren't they?"
"Yeah," Carrot Top allowed a slight smile to crease her lips. "Yeah, I guess they are."
"That's right. Come here, sister." Derpy walked back into the room, her arms spread out in a hug. But the minute she passed from the hallway into the living room and went through the frame, a chill swept over her body and she shivered worse than Carrot Top had been all morning.
Carrot Top got up from her packing and went over to Derpy, giving Derpy the hug she'd requested.
"Say, Derpy, are you alright?" Carrot Top asked after she separated from Derpy. "You're so cold. Colder than I am, even. Are you okay?" She placed the back of her hand against Derpy's cheek. "Do we need to get you to a hospital?"
"No, no, I think I'm okay for now. You're right. It is drafty in here," Derpy took hold and lowered Carrot Top's hand from her face. "But keep an eye on me, okay?"
"Okay," Carrot Top turned and went back to unpacking boxes. Derpy thought for a moment she saw an extra shadow on the floor, next to Carrot Top's, not cast by the light - its position didn't correlate with any of the windows.
"Huh?" Derpy asked.
"What?" Carrot Top turned around. "What is it?"
"Nothing," Derpy said. "Thought I saw something, but it was just the sun in my eye." She pointed to her eye as proof of this. She yawned, covering her mouth as she did. "I think I'll go lay down for a bit, if that's okay?"
"That's perfectly fine," Carrot Top said, empathetic and concerned. "You go lay down if you need to lay down, Derpy."
"Thanks." Derpy went down the hallway into her bedroom. She went up to the bed, patted the mattress a few times to make sure it was up to snuff, then turned and flopped down on it, staring up at the ceiling and spreading her arms eagle.
Derpy inhaled sharply. Hopefully this draft was easily fixable. She'd hate to think she had wasted her and Carrot Top's hard-earned money on a house that turned out to be less than stellar. It did seem too good to be true, being able to buy a house this nice at a price they could afford. Was it this chilly in here when they went to tour it before buying?
Derpy sighed again. She developed an itch under one armpit, so she reached and stretched her arm across her chest to scratch it, with the wide effect of her arm squishing her breasts in.
"Ooh," a voice said appreciatively.
"Huh?" Derpy sat bolt upright. "Who's there?"
There was no answer, and no evidence of an intruder.
"Huh," Derpy laid back down, this time using her arms as pillows for her head. "I guess it's just my imagination. This draft must be getting to me ... or maybe it's just the stress of moving." She rubbed at her eyes.
Derpy tried to rest, laying her arms down. She closed her eyes.
An invisible hand pinched the edge of her blanket, lifting it up and pulling it backwards. Derpy felt a chill go over her chest and shivered, moving to pull the blanket back up.
She turned over her, pulling the blanket in close, bundling it up close to her chest.
The invisible pinched the blanket at a different spot and pulled it away again. Derpy's breast decompressed as the invisible hand gave it a poke.
"Ooh!" Derpy yelped, raising up. She looked around the room again for signs of intrusion and didn't find anything. "Huh? Oh well. Must be my imagination." She rubbed at her eyes and briefly contemplated taking a sleeping pill before thinking better of it.
She lay back down on the bed. The chilly draft blew into the room, making her shiver and chatter her teeth. But the hand left her alone. For a time, at least.
After waiting for her fall asleep, the invisible hand pulled down on the blanket once more, exposing her uncovered arms and exposed cleavage. The ghost traced its finger down to the end of Derpy's blouse and proceeded to carefully unbutton, moving inch by inch so as not to disturb Derpy. It pulled the blouse away from her body as if to take it off, then stopped there. The ghost wasn't going to risk disturbing her by trying to get the shirt completely off, no, no. It just wanted access to her bra and tits.
With even more careful deliberation than the blouse, the ghost set about removing Derpy's brassiere. It slid its hands under Derpy's back gently, then felt around for the center point of the bra. Finding the mechanism, the ghost undid the bra's hooks, then pinched it in the center and lifted it up into the air, leaving Derpy's boobs exposed and free for its pleasure.
Taking its sweet time, the ghost poked at Derpy's breast once. It poked again and ran its finger around her nipple, stimulating it.
Derpy gave a soft moan.
The spirit, encouraged, brushed his finger over the nipple again. Getting bolder, spurred on by Derpy's moans, it pressed its whole palm against Derpy's breast and pressed down repeatedly, as if kneading dough.
"Ooh," Derpy said, responding to the pleasant stimuli.
The ghost moved higher up. It pressed its palms down onto both of Derpy's nipples and rubbed them up and down for a bit. It curled its fingers around Derpy's breasts and squeezed them, massaging her gently.
Derpy sighed lovingly.
The ghost continued playing with Derpy's breast, seeing how far it could pull them out from center, or how deep it could dig its fingers into Derpy's flesh before Derpy made a groan indicative of waking up.
Getting bolder and more curious, the ghost leaned down and placed its mouth around Derpy's nipple and sucked. It nibbled the nipple, biting it firmly (but not hard) and tugging it the way a dog might at a rope it wasn't sure what to do with.
The ghost continued this, pinching Derpy's other nipple between its fingers while sucking on the one with a steady rhythm.
"Ooh ..." Derpy moaned, as the ghost again became bolder and dug its appendages further into the skin of her breasts.
The ghost repositioned itself, bracing its pelvis against hers and wiggling, stimulating her hips and stomach.
"Mm," Derpy moaned affirmatively.
The ghost pinched and sucked her nipples a little more.
"Mm ... hmm?" Derpy wondered, opening her eyes. She was stunned at the sight of her boobs decompressing with seemingly nothing behind them. She could feel it, whatever it was, but she couldn't see it.
"What - what's going on?" Derpy asked, and the sensations stopped as suddenly as they began.
Derpy tapped her fingers nervously, not sure what to say.
"I didn't mean for you to stop," Derpy said. "It just ... felt kinda ... weird at first. If you want to keep going ..." she twiddled her fingers nervously.
The ghost eagerly resumed its ministrations, tenderly massaging her boobs with its palms, pressing down further and with a firmer grip.
"Ooh!" Derpy squealed. "That does feel nice." Derpy smiled and began to get into it when she felt something that disrupted her.
Her pants had been pulled down to her knees, and a thick, hard shaft was penetrating her vagina. It pumped in and out, going slow at first before increasing in tempo.
"Uh," Derpy said, "Mr Ghost man ... person? I'm not sure you should be doing that - oh. Ooh." Derpy relaxed, feeling sleepy. Her honey pot reciprocated the ghost' affection and began tightening, holding the cock in and pulling it deeper, squeezing it.
"Derpy?" Carrot Top asked, wandering into the room. "Derpy, are you all right? I heard strange noises coming from in here, so I thought I'd ... what the?"
She stopped at the doorway, flabbergasted to see what was happening to Derpy. She could see Derpy's boobs seeming to fold in on themselves, and Derpy's snatch twitching as if a large cock were riding inside it.
"Derpy, what's going on?" Carrot Top asked.
"I'm ... not entirely sure!" Derpy answered. The ghost spread her thighs apart, giving itself easier access to pump in and out of her slit.
"Hang in there!" Carrot Top said. "I'll save you!" She rushed forward to the bed, but was repulsed by a blast of cold air.
"What?" Carrot Top asked. "How did it do that? Hrk!" She grunted when she was lifted up into the air, feeling like a hand was around her throat.
"Mister Ghost, I would really appreciate if you didn't hurt my friend," Derpy said. She squealed when the ghost grabbed her by the hips, leaning into her body and shoving its tool in as far it would go.
Carrot Top felt flushed under the collar. She had always thought Derpy was attractive, and, much as she’d hate to admit it, Derpy did have a nice rack … but this was too much for her. What was even going on?
"Mister Ghost," Derpy said. The ghost's cock swelled and bulged inside before letting out a huge load of semen. Unlike what Derpy understand to be normal and health, this cum was thin rather than thick, allowing more of it penetrate and go inside her, and was a calming cool temperature rather than warm or hot.
It was so calming and cool that Derpy instantly felt relaxed herself. Her golden eyes turned a light blue color, and she giggled.
“Oh, Mister Ghost!” Derpy said. “I never realized I loved you so much! I never realized I loved your cum so much!”
“What?” Carrot Top asked, utterly confused. She was ready for this, whatever ‘this’ was, to be over with.
“Please, please, cum on me some more!” Derpy begged. Carrot Top watched in a mixture of awe, horror, and somewhat shameful arousal as the ghost pulled out of Derpy’s snatch, a long stand of thin, bluish cum being the only visible indicator of where its cock was.
The ghost moved further up on Derpy’s body, with Carrot Top’s eyes following the strand. It placed its cock right between Derpy’s breasts and began to run its shaft between them, rubbing it on her cleavage.
Derpy moaned, fully enjoying the sensation of the ghost’s cold cock against her warm flesh.
“Carrot Top!” Derpy said as she ghost continued enjoying itself. “Care to join us?”
“Uh, no, no, I don’t think I do,” Carrot Top said, even though a part of her was admittedly curious as to what that would be like.
“Oh, come on!” Derpy said. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Mmm.” Derpy laid her head back against the bed. She grinned as she felt the cock twitch between her boobs, and it shot out its load, splatting ghost cum all over her tits, covering them in a thin paint of blue. The cold sensation seemed to chill her to her brain and make her love the ghost more.
“See, Carrot Top?” Derpy called, pressing and rubbing her boob, smearing her finger with the cum. “You don’t know what you’re missing!” She stuck her finger in mouth and sucked the cum off.
The ghost lifted up its cock, still leaking cum. It moved towards Derpy’s face.
“Oh, what’s this now?” Derpy asked. “Are we doing-” but she didn’t get to ask what they were doing, as the cock unloaded and jizzed all over her face, covering her nose and cheeks with a face mask of spunk. It seemed the more of the ghost’s spunk got in or on Derpy, the more of it she wanted.
Derpy happily flicked her tongue, licking up as much as of the cum as her tongue could reach. “More! More!” She didn’t have to ask more than twice, as she grunted from the ghost ramming its rod into her mouth. She sucked on its cock as hard as she could, and it seemed to torture and tease her by not unloading not matter how much she sucked, despite being able to cum with ease a moment ago.
Derpy reached up and brought her fingers over the cock, jerking it with her hands and drumming her fingers against its balls. The cock swelled up, and Derpy thought for sure it was going to cum, and then it didn’t … for at least another minute, blowing the wad Derpy craved into her mouth and splattering everywhere, getting her cheeks wet with spunk after she had used her tongue to clean it up.
“Ah!” Derpy moaned as the ghost took its shaft out of her mouth.
Derpy threw her legs over the side of the bed. She pressed her palms into her face and wiped off the cum, then licked the cum off her palms. She turned to Carrot Top with a hungry, crazed look in her eye.
“Come on, Carrot Top!” Derpy said, getting up and walking towards Carrot Top. She didn’t seem to mind the cum sliding down her cheeks, or her boobs, or dripping out of her vagina.
“Join us,” Derpy said, holding a hand out to her friend. “Join us!”
The ghost released its hold, and Carrot Top fell onto her knees. She scrambled and crawled away from Derpy.
“Join us!” Derpy repeated.
“Derpy, are you sure?” Carrot Top asked. “This doesn’t seem like you.”
“Hmm.” This made Derpy pause, and she cupped her chin, ignoring that this transferred cum from her chin to her finger. Before Carrot Top could get out a warning, the ghost shoved its rod into her ass, blowing another huge wad of thin cum into Derpy. Derpy moaned and sighed, putting her hands together like it was Hearts and Hooves day and she just got a romantic card.
“Join us,” Derpy insisted, walking towards Carrot Top, who could no nothing but huddle into a corner, “Join us!”
Author's Note
Nice quick little commission inspired by scenes in the horror movie, "The Entity," which, I'll be frank, does not seem like a very good horror to judge from the clips the commissioner sent me for reference. But they do make a nice spring board for some smut.
