Sexy Ghost Pony Adventure

It had been a long day out and about for the Changeling: she could swear that even her prosthetic legs were starting to ache. But she had gotten her shopping done and she was on her way home, the satchels of supplies she needed – or, more precisely, her magically-bound better half – hanging off her sides.

She smiled as she looked down at her legs: whether they really were aching or not, she was happy that for the first time in a long time, she was able to walk around in public without drawing much attention to herself, thanks to how these slim prosthetic limbs were able to shape themselves to match the glammer. No longer did she look like a chocolate-colored unicorn with slightly-too-large metal limbs covered in flaking paint, a mediocre camouflage that sometimes only drew further attention to her instead of deflecting it away: now she just looked like any other unicorn, with normal unicorn legs.

Her blonde mane blew back in the breeze as her green eyes roved curiously around Canterlot, listening to the hum of frivolity in the air, feeling the tingle of warm emotion that seemed to come from every corner of this prosperous city. At least in a place like this, there was so much energy inundating the air that she never had to worry about going hungry...

Not that she had a problem with that to begin with, of course, but she was technically eating for two, she supposed, so it was good to have access to resources as prosperous as this. Plus Canterlot was just a nice a place, and it was nice to be able to walk around and just feel that positivity in the air.

You're in a good mood, said a voice in her head, and Marina smiled giving the faintest of blushes as her eyes flicked to the side. She saw a phantasm gliding more than walking beside her, a translucent blue unicorn that idled through the air with the occasional step thrown in out of habit, a shape that Marina knew only she could see or hear. The soul of a love she had almost lost: Moonbeam.

The ghost gave her an amused look, and Marina blushed a bit and shrugged lamely as she turned her eyes back ahead, murmuring after a moment: “Well, I can't help it. I was afraid for so long... and now?”

Marina smiled, raising her head, gazing around the open street at the ponies, the sunlight, feeling the happiness in the air, and more than that, the happiness in her own heart. “Now everything's different. Warmer. Better than it's ever been. I can... I can really feel your love, and by that, I mean I can feel it, and feel my love for you. I can-”

Okay, okay! She heard Moonbeam laugh in her head. That laugh had been so rare, something that Marina could go weeks without hearing: these days, Moonbeam laughed freer, shared her emotions more. Part of that was the fact they were connected now, but part of it... Oh, shush. Yes. We're connected. Get over it.

But was that the hint of a blush in the ghost? Marina couldn't help but smile even as she shifted her eyes away, not wanting to seem to the ponies around her like she was dumbly smiling into the air. It was bad enough she always looked like she was talking to herself these days.

She slipped off the street and into a park: it was rife with life and energy, ponies milling about their business, plenty of them coming and going on their way to and from work and school and other activities, but plenty more just lounging, enjoying the beauty of the day. Marina wasn't sure if it was really a shortcut or not to the train station, but the train wasn't departing for an hour and the pleasant diversion of the route made it more than worth a few seconds' extra time.

She hummed a little to herself as she walked onward, Moonbeam silently gliding along beside her, the two moving in easy, comfortable quiet together. They shared emotions, flashes of idea and thought: when they both really concentrated, they could share whole conversations between themselves in a matter of moments, but they were both still getting used to that. It was a lot easier for now for them to speak to each other... and maybe just force of habit, too.

It was nice to be together. To be able to spend time like this: even if Moonbeam wasn't really physical anymore, Marina could still feel her presence, and her nerves tingled when she was close, reacting to her ephemeral touch. It was a welcome sensation, and it was only amplified by the way they were joined in spirit and mind, turning even the idlest of contact into something deep, almost sensual.

Moonbeam gently swept against Marina, making her blush and almost stumble, but her mechanical limbs caught themselves and kept her moving, only one or two ponies tossing her a curious look. The chocolate-colored Changeling lowered her head a bit as she walked along, giving Moonbeam a look, but the phantasm only shrugged before she floated in a bit closer again, saying in a voice so clear and crisp that Marina had to remind herself it was only in her head: I think we should take advantage of all this positive energy, Marina. It's been a while since I was able to recharge properly.

“Here? Now?” Marina mumbled, and then she shook her head and awkwardly looked away: not that it did any good, since Moonbeam simply reappeared on her other side. One of the advantages of being a ghost. “I don't know if that's such a good idea...”

Moonbeam shrugged, and then she flickered out of reality. For a moment, Marina felt a distinct warmth in her limbs as they glowed the faintest blue for a few moments, and then Marina felt that warmth spreading up through her body, resisting the urge to arch her back, a sizzle tickling along her spine as she felt Moonbeam... everywhere.

It was hard to describe: it was like she was all around her, and inside her, all at once. It was a tingling, like she was surrounded and swallowed up for a moment by Moonbeam's spirit, and she could almost see the phantasm draped across her body before she felt that feeling grow less omnipresent and more focused, becoming a teasing slither up her back.

Marina bit her lip, flushing deeply, eyes dilating as she forced herself to try and focus ahead. Sweat formed over her body as her glammer threatened to distort for a moment, but she just focused on the ground under her hooves, moving forwards one step at a time even as she swerved for a moment. “M-Moonbeam...”

Moonbeam's reply was a breath of emotion, a whisper, a mischievous yearning: Marina felt all of it, and she could never resist either the sensual provocations or the playful teasing of Moonbeam. In a way, they were even more powerful to her than orders: an order told her what to do, but a temptation gave Marina a chance to please on her own, and somehow that was even sweeter.

And Moonbeam knew it. Knew all the right ways to ask, all the buttons to press, and Marina squirmed even as she tried to hurry on through the park, her bags jangling, awkwardly stumbling around a cluster of ponies in the path and mumbling an apology as she nearly bumped a stallion in a suit.

She had to find a place to hide, or at least get herself away from everyone. She could feel Moonbeam teasing her, urging her on, making her body sizzle as unbearable tingles thrummed through her and she struggled to control herself.

Her nerves tingled. She could feel a mix of energy being drawn through her body as images flashed through her brain: was it really happening right now, or not? It felt like it: it felt like she could feel a tongue dragging against her horn, could feel soft lips teasing it, wrapping around it, could feel the tickle of teeth as they tapped tenderly against it.

Marina shuddered, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head, her tongue almost lolling out as a flare of pleasure traveled through her body. She had to fight not to flag her tail as she felt her nethers flex, as her body shuddered with unexpected heat and need before she shook her head rapidly as she forced herself to hurry on, grinding her teeth together as part of her begged Moonbeam to stop but the rest of her was helpless to do anything but whimper, plead, moan for more...

She was through the center of the park, heading past a fountain now. But her eyes widened in horror – and was that hot, unforgiving arousal? – at the sight of several street performers who were putting on an impromptu show for a crowd that had gathered next to the entrance. Part of her wanted to flee, but there was nowhere to run: all she could do was keep moving forward and hope against hope that she was going to be able to escape and find a place to herself before things got too out of control.

But she already felt out of control: her body was on fire, her loins flexing, she could smell her own lust and excitement. She could feel Moonbeam all over her: little waves of pleasure tingled through her body here and there as Moonbeam's living essence scraped against it, with the brunt of that passion concentrated around her horn. Her horn, which she was teasing, licking, suckling on, making her excited, giving her pleasure in return for the essence she siphoned out of her, but even feeling that mix of love-energy and spirit being pulled out was somehow wildly erotic, as her very self was drawn into Moonbeam, as she mixed into the spirit of her lover...

Oh, it was almost too much to bear!

Marina's eyes darted back and forth before they locked, almost in desperation, on a nearby carriage that had parked. It was a wild gambit, but there wasn't exactly anything else she could think of to do at this moment, and with Moonbeam teasing her, that sultry energy devouring her mind and sanity, it was the only safe place she could think of.

She stumble-ran over to the carriage, hitting up against the side of it with a grunt before she almost slid her way around it, and she was more relieved than she could say when she reached the back and found a low overhang she was able to hurriedly slip under. The cloth, angular tent' that extended from the back of the carriage was meant to cover the luggage rack and cover the rear window from the weather, but it was low enough that all anypony outside would see were her hooves... and as long as she didn't cry out too loudly...

I knew you wanted to play. Moonbeam breathed in her ear: strong, confident, teasing Moonbeam, who had almost driven her into a wild orgasm in public... Oh, please, you better be able to control yourself better than that. And maybe a naughty filly like you deserves a bit of embarrassment...

Marina gasped quietly, her body flexing as she grit her teeth, and then her eyes rolled in her head as she gave a little buck of her hips when not only her mare-parts seared with pleasure, but she felt a stiffness spring to life as Moonbeam's energies teased across her groin and made that stallion-part of her burst through her transformation, hard as a railspike, throbbing in the ghostly grip of the mare as she felt the phantasm stroke it roughly, firmly, making her fight back a squeal.

Her shaft thrummed with heat and lust, whimpering a little as the bags of stuff jangled on either side of her body, her eyes rolling back in her head slightly: magic sizzled over her horn as she felt elation spike through her body, and visions played through her mind of Moonbeam teasing her in every possible way, in impossible ways: her mouth kissed and worked at her horn as living energy was drawn from it, while hooves and body teased her shaft, hot energy stroking through it, a sense of Moonbeam's presence and spirit both filling it up as well as wrapping around it...

Marina's hips gave a few short, helpless shudders, her body shaking, her member throbbing almost painfully as she jerked and twitched helplessly. Her jaws fell open, gasping for breath as she thrust uselessly into the air, her cock slapping loudly against her own stomach as a bit of pre burst from the tip, her vagina flexing as Moonbeam's hot lust breathed through her body, tickled against her length and her entrance before she felt a feeling like rapture as energy crackled up the length of her horn.

Marina shuddered with a low moan: she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't resist, as she staggered forwards, flushed, panting, her teeth grinding together as she arched her back slightly, her mechanical legs flexing as she thrust into the air, helplessly, as her body gave in to its primitive need.

Her hips bucked and flexed as she gasped out, rasping steam as her frame shuddered. Her horn sparked and crackled, then sizzled as it gave a short burst of static-color, an eruption of color and light and sound blasting through the air at the same time as her stiff member gave its own mighty throb and unleashed its own pent-up burst. Her cock splattered its potent load across the dusty road, while her horn sent flashes and bangs up from beneath the cover, making one of the street performers fumble in his juggling at the sudden sound and lightshow that also surprised the ponies in the back of the crowd, nearly causing them to bowl over.

But Marina wasn't aware of any of them: she groaned out, feeling the rush of electric pleasure as sparks danced over her horn and her body shook with desire. Her hips bucked and thrust as she gasped for breath, feeling that heat spilling not just from her horn, but down her legs in an unstoppable tide to imbue the earth beneath her as thick, gooey shots of pleasure continued to explode from her helplessly flexing, thrusting member.

Her body shuddered as she stood for a moment, gasping, shaking with bliss as her horn thrummed with aftershocks, and she felt Moonbeam floating both around and through her, a soft sigh rolling from the spirit's mind and sending a thrill through Marina's body as, for a moment, the world was only them, the two of them together, spirits tangled, energies thrumming together. She could feel the kiss of Moonbeam's lips against her horn, and the gentle push of her body; she could feel the tender brush of their forms, and the settling of their conjoined emotions...

She blinked, then looked around blankly for a moment, and she realized that she could hear ponies talking loudly, and approaching hooves, and the edge of the tent started to shudder-

Ponies yanked up the luggage cover, and found nothing but a musky smell and trail of liquid pleasure on the ground, one of the stallions wrinkling up his muzzle as another ducked back in confusion, looking back and forth wildly. But the culprit was already gone: hurrying away as her glammer flickered with a wheeze, having miraculously been able to use a little bit of deception and a whole lot of luck to evade the confused eyes of the ponies around the carriage.

You can always slip away. That's why I never worry that much about you. Moonbeam answered through their telepathic link, teasing, somehow both kind and... not mean, maybe, but blunt, unyielding. Firm and loving... You were the firm one there, Marina.

Marina blushed beet-red, then gave a little giggle before she stiffly turned her head forwards and hurried on, stumbling into an awkward gait down the path to the exit.

Moonbeam laughed in her head, clearly pleased, and Marina grumbled under her breath even as she repressed a dizzy smile as she tried to get herself under control. But she couldn't even pretend to be mad for long, not with Moonbeam gently cajoling her, or the feel of their spirits, intertwined, and her horn still sizzling with pleasant aftershocks.

After all, it wasn't like she could pretend she didn't like all the ways Moonbeam could make her sizzle.