My Spooky Pony: Fuckhouse of Horror

Teenagers are idiots.

Cocky, arrogant, self-centered little pricks who think they know everything and are about 90 percent sure that they're immortal. They do stupid shit all the time to prove to each other that they're the cockiest, most arrogant of all the pricks in the group. They take on stupid dares, like challenging each other to trespass in a graveyard to snap a selfie with a gravestone.

You're an expert in teenage stupidity, because you're one of them, and you're doing that exact stupid dare.

You're not sure how it got to this point. You and your friends were just supposed to stroll past it. It was Halloween, after all. Time for spooky stuff like a midnight graveyard visit. But then, someone said you should go inside and, despite that being a terrible idea, you all agreed. Then, someone else said you should go up to a gravestone and, despite that being a terrible idea, you all agreed. Then, someone dared someone to venture to the deepest, darkest, clearly most haunted grave and snap a photo with it and, despite that being a terrible idea, you agreed.

So, you realize you actually do know how it got to this point. It's because you're an idiot and so are your friends.

“Okay, okay, just walk in, take the pic, and get the fuck out,” you say to yourself, strolling through the dark, creepy, genuinely terrifying graveyard. You take care not to step on any plots, lest you invoke the wrath of some sort of ghost or something. You try to calm your breathing as you move through the cemetery, going deeper and deeper until you reach your destination.

The tombstone is very plain, with no visible name or epitaph. Just a birth year and a death year. Quick math lets you know that whoever is buried there was 18 years old when they died. The same age as you. A chill runs up your spine, the tiny coincidence piling onto the tower of superstition and anxiety that just being in the cemetery gave you. You hurry up and pull your phone out of your pocket, your shaking, trembling hands making it difficult for you to maneuver through your apps and to your camera. Finally, you get it up, hold your phone at a decent angle, then give the most confident, comfortable smile you can manage.

You realize that it looks like bullshit, so you settle on a scowl and a middle finger before snapping the picture.

“Alright, then. That wasn’t too bad,” you say, checking the picture. That should satisfy your douchebag friends for now. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

Before you can take a step to leave, you hear a deep, monstrous, guttural growl float from behind you. You freeze, like a deer in headlights, turning to face the grave against your better judgement. The headstone was trembling slightly, the earth of the plot cracking and breaking from some unseen force.

“What the… FUCK!”

A hand shoots through the earth, wrapping its thin, bony fingers around your ankle and holding you in place. You scream as another arm emerged, pushing off of the ground and boosting themself up. A head follows, then a torso, and, finally legs, of a woman. Her denim shorts are old and tattered, eaten at by worms and the like. Her top is a dingy, dirty tanktop with a lightning bolt over the chest, coming down just a bit past her small, perky breasts and exposing her midriff.

“Calm down there, dude,” she says, using her gray, nearing skeletal fingers to straighten her short, wild, rainbow hair. “I need a favor.”

“What the fuck?! You’re d-d-dead!” You can barely process what it is you’re looking at. This girl is definitely a corpse. Her skin is decaying, peeling to reveal some of the flesh and bone in her arm, and there’s a nasty gnash on her throat. Her eyes are glassy and cloudy, a faint magenta color. The girl scratches her head, stretching her arms above her head and letting out a lazy yawn.

“Yeah, no shit,” she says. “Very perceptive of you. Thought I might need to be a bit more obvious. Give you one of these.” The girl jumps to her feet, stretching her arms before her and slowly lurching forward. “Braaaaaains…”

“O-okay, yeah, I guess, when you—”

“Braaaaains…”

“Look, I know I’m an idiot, you don’t have to—”

“Braaaains…”

“Alright, dickhead, I get it. You’re a zombie, I’m a dumbass, can we hurry this along?” you say, finally more annoyed than you are scared. “This place is creepy as shit, and I don’t wanna be here any longer than I have to.”

“Yeah, me neither,” she says. “Which is why I need the favor. Name’s Rainbow, by the way. Rainbow Dash.” She offers her hand to shake, which you peer at suspiciously.

“Anon…” you say cautiously, as you slowly reach forward to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you…”

“Ditto, even if you have a dumbass name. Anyway, I need a favor, and it’s gonna be weird,” Rainbow says. “So don’t be weird about it.”

“Sure…?” You withdraw your hand, inadvertently pulling Rainbow’s with it. The arm pulls away from Rainbow’s body with a faint crack, leaving you holding her severed limb. You look down at the appendage before letting out a yelp and tossing it back to her. “AH!”

“Yeah, well, now that you pulled my arm off, you owe me for sure, so…” Rainbow lets out a sigh. “I need to suck your cock.”

“Uh…” You look her up and down, making sure she wasn’t going to kill you. “Sure?”

“Really? That’s it? You don’t wanna know why I’m not only giving out BJs, but I need to give you one?” Rainbow asks. “You’re not weirded out by the fact that a zombie is trying to get you to smash?”

“Well, like, I’m mainly scared that you’re gonna try to eat my brain if I don’t do what you ask,” you admit. “But, yeah, I am curious. Why?”

“Well, basically, a bad break up.” Rainbow plops onto the floor, pulling her shirt over the top of her head and exposing her pert, beautiful tits. She tosses the shirt to you, which you catch easily despite the distraction. “Hey, mind tying my arm back on? Since you ripped the thing off in the first place? I’ll tell you the story while you work.”

“Ok…” You slowly, cautiously take a seat next to a literal zombie and tear the shirt down the middle to effectively double its length. “So, you’re dead and you need to suck a dick. Let’s talk about that.”

“Alright, so I was dating this dude, Zephyr. My best friend’s brother, so you can guess how well that goes.” She tosses you her severed arm, and you hold it to her stump while you begin tying it. “I wasn’t super into him, but I did it as a favor to my friend. Said she needed someone to get him out of the house, and he was flirting with me anyway. Figured I’d tease him for a few weeks and not put out, then he’d get tired of me and fuck one of my friends so I could dump him.”

“I’m guessing that didn’t happen,” you remark. Rainbow rolls her eyes in a very creepy way; her eyeballs literally tumble and roll in her skull, like there was nothing holding them in place.

“No shit, it didn’t happen. What did happen, though, is that he got obsessed with trying to fuck me. I told him to kick rocks, dumped him when he started getting creepy, and… He slit my throat.” Using her good hand, Rainbow spreads open the slit in her throat, exposing the gaping, scarred hole that Zephyr had left her with. “Apparently, the fucker was some sort of necromancer, and he managed to bring me back from the dead. Said that I’d come back to life for good once someone came down my throat, and he was gonna do it.”

“And?” You finish tying Rainbow’s arm into place, actually finding yourself pretty interested in this story. You hadn’t been a believer of magic or anything of the sort, but when a zombie wakes up and starts talking to you, you find you’re willing to believe a lot more than you used to.

“Well, fuck that, I killed him,” says Rainbow with a laugh. “Screamed like a girl the whole time, it was great. Anyway, that was a few years ago, and no one has bothered to come by since, so…” She rotates her shoulder to test the strength of your knot, and gets up. “Yeah, I need to blow you so I can go home.”

Without warning, she leaps onto you, pinning your arms above your head as she plants her lips to yours. Her tongue is dry, stiff, but not necessarily unpleasant. It’s just weird, a unique experience that you never thought you’d enjoy. But, dead or not, there’s no denying that Rainbow is hot, and you definitely would’ve tried hitting on her had you met her while alive.

She’s in no mood for flirting, it seems, because she immediately gets to work on pulling your jeans down. She brings your hands to her chest, encouraging you to grope and feel at her. Never needing much of a reason to touch boobs, you happily comply and find that her tits are a bit firmer than you would expect. Part of being dead, you guess. It seems that shacking up with a corpse, albeit reanimated in nature, was generally a unique experience, and you wonder just how unique it can get.

You roll over, pinning Rainbow to the ground much like she had to you. She raises an eyebrow at you at first, but soon smirks when she feels your cock against her lower lips. You decide to save that for later. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to fuck her for real later. You tease her with your length for a bit before shimmying up her body. You don’t stop until your cock is between her tits, and she can almost lick your tips if she really tried.

“Open your mouth,” you say. Rainbow smirks a bit more at you before complying. She expects you to insert your dick, a reasonable assumption, so you really throw her for a loop when you spit a great gob of saliva into her mouth.

“Ew. What the fuck?” Dash asks, annoyed.

“Your mouth is pretty dry. I need to lube you up a bit,” you explain with a shrug.

“We could’ve kept making out, asshole.” You chuckle before gripping your dick and tapping it firmly against Rainbow’s pursed lips. With another creepy roll of the eyes, she opens her mouth to accept your cock.

“But that’s no fun,” you say as you slowly work your cock in and out of her cold, dead mouth. It’s a strange experience, but whatever Dash lacks in traditionalism, she more than makes up for with pure blowjob skill. She makes use of every bit of spit you loaned her, slobbering up and down your length. As you feel her attempt to take you into her throat, you get an idea. Slowly, you pull your cock free, letting Rainbow take what should be a wholly unnecessary breath.

“Yeah, don’t try going too deep,” warned Rainbow. “I’ve never been great at deepthroating, and I’m pretty sure the last thing you want is for a corpse to puke on your cock. It’s pretty gross, to be—”

Rainbow definitely had more to say, but you interrupt her by thrusting your cock into the wound in her neck. She coughs and chokes a bit as you literally fuck her throat, the tightness of her dead throat absolutely fantastic. Rainbow tries to argue with you, but can’t manage more than a dry gurgling on your length. You thrust your full length into Rainbow’s throat, watching with fascination as the tip of your cock poked out past Rainbow’s lips. Rainbow’s attempts at protesting just add to tightness, the convulsions of her throat working your dick in a way no living woman ever could.

You grab her around the throat, squeezing tightly. You can feel your cock in her, the extra tightness from your hands adding a level of pleasure you wouldn’t be able to reach without hurting a regular girl. You figure it’s probably not possible to strangle a zombie, so you grip Rainbow’s throat tighter, pound her throat harder, relishing in the way Rainbow feels. The way her body just sits there and takes it is incredible, and you know you don’t have much left in you.

You squeeze her throat a bit tighter around your cock and groan as you cum, shooting strings of cum out of Rainbow’s mouth and onto her face. You paint her with your seed, from her nose to her forehead to her hair. You sigh in contentment before pulling out of Rainbow’s throat, watching her take in another deep breath that you’re pretty sure she doesn’t need.

“You got cum in my hair, dickwad,” she coughs, running her fingers through her locks in an attempt to rid them of your goo. “The fuck was that about?”

“Thought it’d be interesting to fuck a chick’s throat from the other side,” you said with a shrug. “I’ll never get the chance again, figured I’d give it a try.”

“You’re an asshole, you know?”

“Takes one to know one.” She chuckles at you, succeeding in getting most of your cum out of her hair and onto her fingers, which she licks clean.

“So, what the hell were you doing out here anyway?” she asks you. You explain the situation, how your dickhead friends gave you this stupid dare, how they probably think you pussied out cause of how long you took.

“Yeah, they’ll probably call me a liar when I tell them what actually happened,” you say. Rainbow smirks at you, reaching into your pocket and swiping your phone. Before you can ask her what she’s doing, she shoves you onto your back, turning your phone to record. She holds the phone in front of her, making sure the camera caught her running her tongue up your cock, slurping up a dribble of cum that remained.

“I don’t see any of you pussies in here,” she says to the camera. “Looks like Anon has more balls than any of you.” She shows the camera her favorite finger before ending the recording and tossing it on your lap. “There. Now you have something to remember me by, too. Unless you wanna, I dunno, fuck in this cemetery tomorrow night?”

You look at her curiously for a bit before shrugging your shoulders. Not too long earlier, you were spooked stiff by the very idea of being in a cemetery. Now, you were stiff for a whole other reason.

“Sure, I’m game.”